#sukuna x reader romance

[nanamin-3]

Serendipity. 5

as two childhood friends are reunited, they are presented with a proposition that will tie them together for good. Will they be able to remember the feelings of their youth, or will time have taken its toll and made irreparable changes to each of them?

pairing - sukuna/ f. reader

genre - arranged marriage, unrequited love, modernAU, 18+

warnings - profanity, explicit language, suggestive smut, handjob, blowjob, vaginal sex, creampie, angst, fluff, death, violence, ooc sukuna (?) [I like to think he's secretly soft for his love]

Part. 4

a/n : halfways (ish) there!

as always, feedback is loved here <3

You closed your eyes, your head spinning at the alcohol you had consumed and at Hakari’s confession. His look wavered at your silence, but ever the determined individual, he began pulling you closer. He brought his hand up to your face and caressed your cheek with his thumb tenderly, “Y/N you don’t have to say anything right now but know that I love you and no matter what happens, I will always be there for you.”

As he muttered these words, he began inching closer, and as he was about to kiss you, you heard a curse behind you. “Kinji, what the fuck do you think you’re doing.” Feeling a shock through your spine, you straightened and pulled your hands from Hakari’s. As if on cue, you felt his hand grab the back of your dress and pull you back.

Looking up, you saw Sukuna’s back, and him shaking in anger. You tried to tell him to back off but could not find your voice. You were a little drunk and hated yourself at not having shut down Hakari much sooner, but while you cared for him as a friend, did not believe you could have feelings for someone else until you figured out this thing with Sukuna once and for all.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing with my wife?” Sukuna’s fists clenched and unclenched dangerously, and you knew you had to deescalate the situation quick. With a sardonic laugh, Hakari walked closer to him, coming face to face with Sukuna. “You don’t deserve her, man. Anyone can see how much she suffers because of you, you’re fine with that? She’s too good of a person to tell you anything but there are other people that care about her.”

The aura around Sukuna turned somehow even deadlier, and he brought his hands up to grab Hakari’s jacket and shook him harshly. “Know your place, fool,” Sukuna sneered, “you know nothing about her and mine’s relationship. Shut your mouth before I kick your ass.”

With a light chuckle, Hakari grabbed Sukuna’s hands and pulled them off him. “In that case she must know what a piece of shit you are, and how you bring disaster anywhere you go.” You frowned. Even though Sukuna and you were currently not living together, it bothered you that Hakari was saying these things to him, especially at seeing Sukuna stiffen at the last accusation.

“Hakari, stop. I’m sorry if I gave any indication that I felt any differently than our friendship…b-but I’m married and you’re my friend,” you felt tears rolling down your face already. Turning to look at you, Hakari smiled warmly at you, “I mean everything I said. I love you and I am there when you need me.”

At this, a loud thud sounded throughout the gardens and as if in slow motion, you saw Sukuna’s fist connect with Hakari’s jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. You gasped, and as you were leaning over to check on him, Sukuna turned on his heel and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him. Turning to look at Hakari, you saw him standing, and he shook his head, assuring you he was fine with a quick nod. You turned to look at Sukuna, trying to keep up with him with his long strides and fast pace. It was all so much harder in your heels and I he roared state.

“S-slow down. I can’t run with these shoes right now. And w-where are we going? I’m heading home.” Sukuna stopped, and for the first time it seemed that he really was seeing you. Turning to look at you, he fixed his grip on your wrist and said as if it was the most obvious thing ever, “we’re going home. You’re coming with me.”

Upset, you looked around the garden to see if there was anyone around. You began pulling your hand from His grip, trying to head back into the hotel. “N-no. I want to go to my place; I don’t want to be with you right now.” You kept pulling your hand from his, but it made no difference. Sukuna was much stronger than you, so the only one putting any real effort was you. “Stop acting like this you brat. You’re coming with me. This being apart is enough, I’m taking you to our home. Your place is with me.”

At this, you felt all the rage you had tried to keep bottled up spill and spread throughout your body. You had needed these words and assurance from earlier on. Why did he feel that he could just say this, and you would come running back? What’s more, you felt furious and stupid at knowing that you were so in love with him that as soon as he said those words, you’d forgive everything and the emotional neglect and go back to him.

Knowing you were not strong enough to pull away from him or move him, you still began pulling your hand from his grip. “So, when someone shows the slightest interest in me, that’s when you decide that you want me with you?” Sukuna’s eyes widened at your state. “Y/n- “a loud sob escaped from you as you continued to pull at him. “Just leave me alone, go find Yuki. She’s so much prettier and obviously better than me! Marry her, fuck her, just be with her and leave me alone!” As you continued your tirade, Sukuna tried to grab your other hand and growled, “I told you I never fucked her when I married you. Why are- “with your tears flowing freely now, you turned to look at him and brought your free hand to beat on his chest. “I don’t care about that! You went to her and talked to her about us, your problems, everything. I wanted you to trust me, want to confide in me. If you c-couldn’t love me, a-at least I wanted us to b-be friends and have you trust me more than anything.”

While your outburst had made you feel as if weeks of tension were lifted off your shoulders, you suddenly felt exhausted, and noticed that you were leaning heavily on Sukuna. He had let go of your hand, and had his hands lightly wrapped around you. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, sniffing loudly, and closing your eyes. “No, y/n. I’m sorry.” You both stayed like that for a couple of more second before you turned to walk away. Before you could get far, you felt his hand close around your wrist, and before you could argue, he pulled you towards him as he pulled you up and carried you over his shoulder.

“W-what are you doing! Let me go, I d-don’t want to go with you!” You wriggled around and began flailing around. Even though you were trying your best to have him drop you, his iron grip around your legs never wavered. You continued kicking your legs as best you could when you noticed Sukuna was walking towards a side door. With a quick knock, it was opened, and you saw Uraume usher the two of you in. “Hi Uraume,” you muttered, as you landed a kick to Sukuna’s ribs. With glee, you noticed his sharp intake of breath. “Hi Ms. Y/N, I-I’m sorry about this.”

With a wave of your hand, you assured him it was t your fault as you thought of something. You tried raising your head, but with your upside-down position and constant swinging instantly made you almost throw up. “Uraume, can you please find Shoko and tell her I’m with him?” You saw Uraume shift nervously, when Sukuna nodded, “go ahead. If she needs anything tell her to call me.”

As Uraume bowed and quickly ran off, you began to feel more nauseous. “Sukuna, please let me down.” With a chuckle, he began heading up some stairs. “No way doll, you’ll just try to get away.” As he continued to go up the stairs, your frustration began to bubble up again. “All I’ve asked is for you to trust me. This is uncomfortable and… w-why can’t you just trust me!” With renowned energy, you began flailing around again as Sukuna opened a side door and began walking down a new hallway.

“I h-hate you. So much,” you quietly sobbed as you hear Sukuna scan something and open a door. You could see that you were in one of the suites, and as he made his way to the bedroom, you continued to quietly sob, clutching fistfuls of his jacket.

Sukuna came to a stop, placing you carefully down. You knew you should have instantly left, walked away, but you had missed him. You had missed his warmth, his smell, and his sure hands, making you feel safe. Even if he had never told you he loved you, you liked to think he felt a semblance of something similar with his actions.

You felt his hand on the small of your back, his other hand on the back of your head pulling you to him, stroking your hair tenderly. “I really want to be with you, I know everything is so fucked up right now, but please come back to me.” You whimpered at his words, feeling your heart squeeze. Your hands came up to clutch at his lapels. “Do you really hate me little one?”

You quickly shook your head, nuzzling into him. Instantly, his arms tightened around you. “I should, but I don’t. I can’t.” You shuffled around and removed your ring, grabbing his hand and handing it to him. His eyes widened in fear, making you remember when you were kids, and how scared he would be whenever his father would yell at him. “Why are you taking this off?”

As you began to take a step back, he quickly walked towards you, eyes still wide with fear. “Sukuna, we can’t keep doing this to each other. You don’t want to be with me, I can’t give you what you need. It’s better if we go our separate ways, I-it’s better if we stop putting so much pressure on us.” You tried to keep walking back, but Sukuna reached out to grab your hand. “P-please, it’s okay. It will be hard at first, but we’ll be better down the road. I will talk to your father and say I asked for this.”

“So, you lied? When you said you loved me?”  Your eyes widened in surprise, why was he bringing this up? “N-no I didn’t lie, but this is not good for either of us- “as you were about to continue, you stopped talking once you saw Sukuna drop down to his knees and pull you towards him.

“Please don’t leave me,” he pleaded, wrapping his arms around your waist, and burying his face against your belly, “please stay with me, be with me y/n.”  You panicked. While you had known Sukuna pretty much your whole life, you had never seen him show such explicit emotion. “G-get up, it’s okay. It’ll be f-fine Sukuna.” He hugged you tighter, and you heard his voice break, “you don’t even believe that.”

You leaned down, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and tried getting him to stand. After coaxing him some more, he finally decided to stand up, but continued holding on to you. “You’re my best friend Y/N, and I know you don’t believe me but if you stay with me, I will make you believe it. My biggest mistake was leaving and not staying with you all those years back. I trust you wholeheartedly.”

He brought his hands up to your face, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. Looking into your eyes one last time, he leaned in and kissed you.

You tried to remain strong in your resolve, but Your heart won out in the struggle, and how could you reject him when his lips slotted perfectly against yours? With a wanton moan, you threw your arms around his neck, pressing as close to him as possible.  Sukuna’s hands explored your body hungrily, as if to remember the planes of your body after spending time apart. Walking you back towards the bed until the back of your knees pressed against it, he lowered you carefully as you two continued kissing, a clash of teeth and tongues.

He pulled back to look at you. His cock stirred, pressing uncomfortably against his slacks at your flushed face and swollen lips from kissing and crying.  He hated himself at seeing your red rimmed eyes, but his insides pooled with warmth at seeing the love filled gazed you looked at him with. “W-what’s wrong?” You whispered. With a smile, Sukuna shook his head, leaning down to peck your lips. “You’re beautiful y/n.” You flushed in embarrassment, turning your head. He gingerly grabbed your jaw, turning you to look at him and kissed the tip of your nose, then kissed your lips, once, twice before capturing your lips against his and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Sukuna began to kiss down your neck and down to your chest. Nipping at your skin through the tule on your dress. Carding your fingers through his soft, pink locks, you arched your back as he made his way down to your core. Pulling the skirt of your dress up, he began bunching the fabric around you, and seeing your lacy black panties, pressed a soft kiss on your mound. He looked up at you and you quickly nodded, leaning back on your elbows.

Peeling your panties off, he began trailing kisses on your inner thigh, caressing the other one. As you squirmed, you could feel your slick pooling at the entrance of your cunt, incredibly aroused. Embarrassed at feeling so sensitive so fast, you involuntarily canted your hips up, causing Sukuna to chuckle. “S-sorry,” you whimpered. You felt his hands come up to your cunt, his thumbs spreading your lips open and pressing a kiss to your clit. “Don’t apologize doll. I would be buried in you all day if I could. Pressing another kiss to your clit, he licked a stripe up your cunt and latched on to your bud, sucking and flicking his tongue.

“Ahh. S-Sukuna, pl… ngh!” You whimpered loudly, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head as Sukuna inserted two fingers into you, scissoring and prepping you for him. His ministrations did not stop, he continued to suck at your clit like a starved man, while his fingers where now rubbing at that sponge y spot inside of you. You could feel warmth pulling in the pit of your stomach, your toes clenching as you felt your orgasm crashing over you, an over whelming amount of pleasure coasting all throughout your spine. As you tried to calm you breathing down, Sukuna got up from his place between your legs and looked down at you. With your hair in disarray and smudged makeup he had never found you more beautiful.

He smiled at you, and quickly got up to remove his jacket and shirt. As he moved to remove his belt, you quickly got up and placed your hands over his. “M-may I?” You quietly asked. If he was surprised, he didn’t show it, but with sure hands you quickly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Before you could lose your edge, you dropped his pants and began palming his hard cock over his boxers. Sukuna hissed, and with a sharp intake of breath, he shut his eyes tight. “Fuck doll- that feels good.” Without looking at him, you hooked your fingers on the elastic and began pulling them down. As you were about to free his cock, he gently held one wrist with his large hand and with the other placed a finger under your jaw, turning your head up to look at him.

“While I would love to fuck your mouth, you don’t have to do this doll.” You quickly shook your head, speaking with more confidence than what you felt, “I want to. I’ve never d-done this though, so I’m sorry if I’m bad.” A smirk spread over Sukuna’s face as he leaned in to peck your forehead, “we have a lifetime to practice.”

With that last reassurance, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bed. Pushing him to sit down, you quickly brought your hands to the back of your dress to unzip it. Pooling at your feet, you quickly stepped to the side, and realizing you had not worn a bra, you were now naked with just your heels on. Looking back at Sukuna, you saw him shift impatiently, but giving you your time. The look he was giving you, though, made you clench instantly, and you could feel your slick pooling at your entrance again.

Stepping out of your heels, you quickly walked towards him and kneeled in front of him. Hooking your fingers in the elastic once more, you began to pull his boxers down. Sukuna raised his hips, and once you had freed his cock, it smacked against his hard stomach with a soft thwap.

His size always surprised you, even if you both had already slept together. You see a bead of pre on his tip, with shaky hands you run your thumb over his slit, smearing it across his cock. You pump him a few more times and after seeing him shudder in pleasure, you run your tongue across his slit slowly. With a low groan, Sukuna shuts his eyes and throws his head back. Your confidence building, you take him in your mouth, as far as you can. When you feel close to your limit, you leave him in your mouth a few second before coming up for air.

You see Sukuna breathing heavy, and with newfound confidence, you run your tongue along the thick vein underneath his shaft and around the bulbous head. You take him in once more, and bob your head up and down, your hand squeezing lightly at where you cannot reach him, your other hand fondling his balls lightly. You took him once more as far as you could go, feeling him in the back of your throat. Humming, you turned to look at Sukuna, whose eyes were squeezed shut. You began bobbing your head up and down once more, feeling him twitch inside of you.

Running your tongue along his shaft, you felt Sukuna’s hand card through your hair, and before you knew it, he had pulled you off him. Confused, you were about to ask him if you had done anything wrong, when you saw him pump his cock a few times and warm spurts of cum began coating your tits. Before you could say anything else, Sukuna leaned down, kissing you passionately, and pulling you into his arms. You flung your arms around his neck, trying to get as close to him as possible. Your pebbled nipples rubbed against his chest, causing you to moan into his mouth, and as you grind lightly against him, you felt his still hard cock rub against your lower stomach.

As you continued kissing, Sukuna flipped the two of you, laying you down gently and pressing you down with his body. You brought one hand down to stroke his dick lightly, as he began nipping at your jaw. Moving lower, he began kissing your breasts lovingly, leaving purple and red marks on his path. Sukuna left one last mark, then took in a pebbled nipple in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the bud, his other hand came up to twist and pull at your other breast, not satisfied until it was a pointed peak.

As you arched your back to press your breasts against him, you increased the pressure on his cock, and feeling your release close you whimpered. “I-I’m close, darling.”

At the loving pet name, Sukuna released you instantly, and leaned up to look at you. You were about to complain, when you felt him press the tip of his leaking cock against your clit. “I want to feel you cream around my dick baby. And I’m sorry I surprised you there, but if I’m going to cum again, I’m going to cum inside of you,” and before you could say anything, he sheathed himself in you in one thrust.

Giving you a few moments to adjust, he nuzzled into your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses along your pulse point. Once you felt your fluttering hole adjust a bit more to him, you expected him to begin moving erratically, but where surprised when Sukuna began grinding his hips against you slowly, sensually. He cupped your jaw with his large hand and turned you so he could look into your eyes as he fucked into you slowly.

As he kept grinding into you, he pressed his forehead against yours and looked at you lovingly. With his other hand, he brought it down between the two of you and began rubbing tight circles on your sensitive, puffy clit. You whimpered at the overstimulation, loud moans bubbling out of you. You felt your release nearing again, and Sukuna felt it too, at the way your body began to tense once more.

“Are you close doll?” You could only nod, tears beginning to gather at your lash line. While you had already had sex with Sukuna, this time felt different. This felt like he truly cared about you and was trying to convey everything he couldn’t tell you this way. All you had wanted was to feel this closeness and being needed from him, and feeling as if he truly loved you, your orgasm washed over you, overwhelmingly stronger than you had felt before.

Sukuna continued rubbing circles on your clit, still rolling his hips into your abused hole. But as you brought your hands up to hug him closer to you, his breathing became raged and with a few more pumps, you felt the too familiar warm ropes of fun painting your insides. As the two of you continued breathing heavy, you brought one hand up to run your nails up and down his scalp. He pressed a fast kiss on your lips and leaned into your neck to muzzle into you.

You didn’t know how long you remained in that position, but it felt right. As Sukuna’s Cock became flaccid, you could feel his cum seeping it of your hole.  Pulling out of you slowly, he quickly got up and walked over to the bathroom. You sat up, and before you could get up, he came back with a damp cloth and began cleaning you up. As he ran the towel over your breasts, he cleared his throat. “We can go home, or if you’re too tired we can just stay here.”

You felt the wave of exhaustion wash over you, the adrenaline of the whole situation long gone. “We can stay here if it’s okay with you.” His head snapping to look at you, you smiled and leaned into him, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “O-okay.” He quickly tossed the towel onto a nearby chair, and pulling you to him, covered the two of you with a blanket.

A thought did pop into your head, preventing you from falling asleep. “How did you have this room ready.” You felt Sukuna shift uncomfortably behind you. Your heart began to stop, thinking that he might have gotten this room for him and someone else. “I already had this plan to drag you here so we could talk. We would be leaving together no matter what in my head,” he said as he pulled pins out of your hair. “I didn’t count on Hakari confessing his love for you,” he added petulantly. You could hear the pout in his voice. Giggling softly, you turned in his arms to look up at him, “for now let’s sleep. We can talk tomorrow, yeah?”

Smiling, Sukuna nodded, and pressing a quick kiss to your lips, shut the light off.

The next morning, you began stirring, feeling too hot. As you opened your eyes, you noticed you were on Sukuna’s chest. Blinking rapidly, you tried to not move a lot in case he was still asleep. As you settled on his chest once more, you noticed your ring was back in your left hand. As you brought your hand closer, you heard a soft hum reverberating under you. “I hope you don’t mind, I put it on last night.”

You turned to look at him, resting your cheek against him. “It’s okay, I was planning to ask you for it.” Smiling, he ran his finger along your jaw. “Uraume came by this morning, you only had your dress, so he dropped some clothes off for the two of us. We can have breakfast here or back home; I know I promised you a conversation.”

Nodding, you began to get up, Sukuna following behind you. The two of you were still naked, which made you flush instantly. As you walked over to the bathroom, you felt Sukuna following closely behind you. As you turned on the water, he stood behind you, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

As you were about to get in, he cleared his throat, “Mind if I jump in with you?” You smiled, trying not to look at his body, but failing miserably, “s-sure, come on in.” With a smile, he followed in behind you. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything. I’m sure you want to get home already, and if we start, we’ll just stay here another night.”

Your thighs clenched instantly at his words, something not missed by him. With a chuckle, he began to wash his hair as you started to wash your body. While he was right, in that you wanted to go home already, you enjoyed having sex with Him, and being in closed quarters with him, made you throb with need. Besides, you couldn’t help but wonder how it would be to have shower sex with him.

Before you could jump him, you finished showering and hoped out, Sukuna following close behind. Both of you changed, exchanging a few words. Once ready, you gathered your things and headed down to the lobby, where Sukuna asked the valet for his car. Soon, both of you were on the way to your home. As Sukuna parked in the garage, you both got off and headed towards the elevator. As you waited for the right floor, Sukuna shifted nervously from foot to foot. He never acted like this, so you figured he was nervous for whatever reason. As the doors opened to your floor and Sukuna opened the door for you, you quickly dropped your bag in the table near the entrance, removing your shoes and walking towards the living room.

Deciding it was best if you were not close to him while you talked, you sat in the armchair near the window. Sukuna had followed you in and sat across from you in the couch. Looking at him expectantly, you brought your clenched hands to rest on your lap. “I know that when I asked you to marry me, you were confused. There are various reasons why I wanted to marry you, but I can assure you it was never to take advantage of you Y/N.” He ran his hands through his hair, seemingly nervous to open up to you.

“When I said that I would never cheat on you, I meant it. Yuki was an ex…well, she can’t even be called that. We never officially dated, just…slept together but all of that stopped long before I planned to ask you to marry me.”

“I understand why you’re hurt; you feel like I don’t trust you or don’t want to confide in you,” Sukuna paused, taking a deep breath, “but it’s nothing like that. I would trust you with my life. I just am trying to not drag you into my shit.” Leaning forward, Sukuna rested his elbows on his knees, covering his face with his hands. You almost went to him, but stopped yourself, you were somewhat getting the answers you had been looking for.

“I know how you felt before about me…feel, still,” he continued. “And I want you to know that you were always the most important person for me growing up. Every single second I spent with you was the best. If you’re worried you don’t have my…affection, don’t be. My heart has always been yours. I know that you’re probably more confused than before, but I’m trying to protect you from my bullshit. Please, just trust me.”

You were conflicted. Knowing Sukuna all your life, you knew when he was being sincere and when he was lying. You knew he was being sincere as he was never big in showing his real emotions throughout his life. He seemed scared of you leaving and knowing that he was open to telling you the reason for his change made you feel somewhat relieved. Standing, you walked over to him, and kneeling in front of him, you cradled his face with your hands, pressing your forehead against his.

“Your problems became mine the moment we got married. I’ll be waiting for you to be ready to tell me what is going on, but for now, all I ask is for you to tell me anytime you need me.” Eyes glassing over, he placed his hands over your own, nodding and kissing you deeply. As you pulled away, you ran your nose along his, and standing up, quickly brushed a stray tear from your eye. “Now, what do you want for breakfast?” With a smile, he stood and followed behind you as you walked over to the kitchen, “at this point anything. It got ugly while you were not here.” Smiling, you began to prepare breakfast as Sukuna sat at the bar and proceeded to tell you everything you had missed while you had been away.

The next morning you woke earlier than usual. You noticed a Sukuna’s heavy arm draped over your waist. Giggling softly, you carefully removed yourself from his embrace and got up to get ready for the day.  After a quick shower and putting your clothes on for the day, you noticed Sukuna was still asleep, and being early you headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast and a bento for Sukuna. After packing everything up, you heard the bedroom door opening and Sukuna’s footsteps heading your way. “Morning doll,” he muttered, voice still heavy with sleep. He walked over to you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Sounds like you had a restful night,” you said, smiling.

“Best night in weeks, honestly,” Sukuna said as he bit into his toast. Smiling, you quickly went for your bag and quickly came back to eat breakfast with your husband. Later, as you were both heading out the door, you turned to Sukuna sheepishly. “Sorry to assume, but will you be driving me to work?” With a grin, he grabbed into your hand and led you to his car, opening the door for you and ushering you in. After a quick drive, he pulled to the front of your office and leaned over the console to grab your neck and pull you towards him, “I hope you don’t mind I can’t walk you in today doll, but there’s a meeting I have to head to. Mm… I can be a little late if you want though.”

You instantly felt heat pooling at the pit of your stomach. Shaking your head slightly, you smiled, “No, I understand. I’ll see you after work,” and leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips. As you were about to pull away, Sukuna’s grip on your neck tightened slightly and he pulled you back in. He began kissing you feverishly, you with the same enthusiasm. As your kissing began escalating, he bit your lower lip lightly, making you whimper, and he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

As you continued kissing and tongues sloppily caressing each other, you pulled away before things escalated more. Rubbing your nose against his, you shakily said, “you better go now, or you’ll be late. I don’t want you to get in trouble on my accord.” With a smirk, he let go of you and ran his thumb across your lip. “We’ll continue this later at home, we do gotta make up for lost time.” Instantly blushing, you quickly gathered your things and got off the car. Before you could close the door though, you head Sukuna calling out your name. Turning, you looked at him. “I’m glad your back home doll, back with me Y/N.” With wide eye, you nodded and closed the door. As Sukuna drove away, you waved, and once you were no longer able to see his car, you walked into your office.

As you made your way into your building, you quickly shut the door to your office, hoping to get some work done quietly, when the door slammed open. “What the hell happened last night! Are you okay?” Shoko whispered loudly, making her way around your desk to stand in front of you. After making sure the door was closed, you pulled her over to the couch.

“Everything is fine, I moved back in with him and we had a good conversation,” you said. The frown in Shoko’s face let you know she did not believe you. “O-okay. I know that makes you happy, so I’m happy, but why did I see Hakari with a busted lip this morning? And also, I saw that whore Yuki yesterday. So trashy," Shoko muttered, "Do I need to kick her ass still?” Eyes widening, you cursed inwardly. After all the events of last night and this morning, you had completely forgotten about Sukuna decking Hakari.

“Geez, I dont want to think about her right now, she's not important. But, fuck, do you know if Hakari is in yet?” Shoko looked at you worriedly, “he said he had some on site meetings today, so he won’t be in until later or maybe until tomorrow depending on how they go. What happened Y/N?” Shutting your eyes and rubbing your temples slightly, you groaned, “last night Hakari said he was in love with me and wanted to know if I would consider him. Basically, Sukuna heard and after some back and forth, punched him.”

Since this had been the longest you had ever heard Shoko being quiet, you quickly turned to look at her. With wide eyes, she looked at you and whistled lowly, “Geez, so much happened yesterday. What are you going to do?” You knew you owed him to have a conversation with him. Even though he was such an amazing employee, you had to realize it was possible he would be uncomfortable working for you and would ask to leave. While that was a possibility that would be a huge blow to your company, you saw him as a good friend first and would take that chance stead you took Advantage of him.

“I need to tell him it is not going to happen, even if I was not with Sukuna,” you said quietly. Nodding, Shoko quickly brought her hand over yours and squeezed reassuringly. Clearing her throat, she quickly got up and brushed her pants, “well, all we can do now is work, we have a meeting in 5 minutes to discuss the upcoming quarter, so let’s go.”

With a smile, you quickly stood up and followed her out into the hall and into the conference room. As you took your seat at the head of the table, others quickly began filing in. After a few pleasantries, one of the executives, Nanami, began his presentation. You had always enjoyed Nanami’s presentations, you never found them boring, always concise and to the point. For some reason today, you were not able to focus. You suddenly began to feel dizzy, and your vision began to blur. Closing your eyes, you tried to breathe in deeply to calm yourself. “Do you need to step out Y/n?” Nanami’s voice jolted your eyes open. “No, sorry. Please, continue,” you smiled tightly. Looking at you worriedly, Nanami’s lips set in a thin line as he continued. Stealing a glance at you, Shoko worriedly whispered over to you, “step out, I will take over.”

You quickly shook your head, flashing a smile at her. Shoko frowned, but new not to press you right now. As the presentation continued, you began to feel dizzier, and your ears began to ring. Once Nanami finished and the usual post presentation questions were done, you got up to deliver a few remarks when your vision suddenly began spotting.  All you could remember was Shoko’s yelp of worry as everything went dark around you.

Sukuna walked into the cafe, and after a nod to the owner, headed towards the back. Sure enough, Hakari was sitting there, scrolling through his phone. “I didn’t think you’d come Hakari,” said Sukuna, pulling out a chair. “Well, how could I say no to an old classmate?”

With a hum, Sukuna began clenching his hands. “You know what I want to talk to you about,” Sukuna said drily. Taking a sip of his coffee, Hakari turned to look at him drily, “you know how I feel. I know how she feels. I don’t give a fuck how you feel. What else is there to talk about?” Sighing, Sukuna rubbed his eyes, “By the way, I’m sorry about that.” Nodding towards Hakari’s busted lip, Hakari smiled. “I know you well enough to know when you’re lying.” With a chuckle, Sukuna shook his head. “I’m sorry, only because I know it bothered Y/N, but in my opinion, you deserved it. Maybe I should apologize to her about it. Also, I came to talk to you as a man. To ask you to leave her alone.”

Scoffing, Hakari leaned back on his chair. “Please Sukuna, I hear how she suffers because of you. I see how it brings her down that you don’t give her the love she needs. Even if you have known each other since you were children, do you think that old friendship is the only thing that can keep the two of you together? Don’t you think she needs love and affection from you, the person she loves the most? I know that she does not love me, but I want to give her that option when you inevitably break her heart, and she realizes you don’t love her.”

Sukuna stared at Hakari, mulling over his words. He understood where he was coming from, but he didn’t know your history together. Sighing, Sukuna leaned forward, trying to choose his words carefully. “I love Y/N. I love her more than I can fathom Kinji. I am an idiot for not having told her this before, I was just hoping I made it obvious enough. I will love her for the rest of my days, making sure I am worthy of her, but if I have to fight you again for her, I will do that.”

Hakari looked at Sukuna with wide eyes, never imagining he’d sat those words. Noticing he was staring at his phone strangely, he decided to end this meeting as soon as possible. He still had one last concern though. “I can respect that. But with this new start, will you tell Y/N you’re the reason her parents passed away?”

Hearing those words made the usually sure Sukuna blanched, all color draining from his face. As he was reminded of the reason why he had tried to keep Y/N at arm’s length, his phone kept buzzing. Trembling, he picked up the call. “Ieiri, right now is not a go- “Hakari frowned. Something must have happened for Shoko to call Sukuna directly. He knew it was not work related, so it had to be about Y/N for her to be calling him with how much she disliked him.

Sukuna felt lightheaded. He never imagined his world would come crumbling so easily down. At Shoko’s next words, Sukuna felt despair he had not felt in very long. “Shut up and listen to me. Y/N is in the hospital.”

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gojo satoru x reader | college au [18+]

kickoff ch.1 gojo satoru sent you a message

ᰔ pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader (f)

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, mentions of weed, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot

ᰔ chapter. 1/x (probably 12)

ᰔ words. 1.3k (short one to start off, but the rest are longer)

a/n. welcome to this pilot chapter! this was originally going to be a one-shot but i got way too carried away and ended up planning out a whole series. i hope you enjoy!

nav. ch1 :: ch2 :: ch3 :: ch4 :: ch5 :: ch6 :: ch7 :: ch8 :: ch9 :: ch10 (pending)

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|| 2:13AM Gojo Satoru has requested to follow you

You blink the sleepiness in your eyes away as the harsh light of your phone hits your face. Somewhere in the middle of the crazy dream you were having, you heard your phone incessantly pinging and eventually woke you up to make you realize you forgot to turn the ringer off before going to sleep. Among all the spam email, iCloud storage warnings, and news headliners, there was one notification in particular that had you wondering if you were still dreaming.

“Ugh…y/n, please, turn your phone off,” you heard your roommate Mina mumble in the twin sized bed at the other end of the room as she shuffled her pillow above her head so that it covered both of her ears. You glance out the window of your shared apartment, peering at the pale moonlight, before your tired and heavy eyes travel back to your phone and press on the Instagram notification.

Suspecting this was maybe some prank account, you clicked on the small icon in your inbox that took you to a profile page. Gojo Satoru, Senior at University of Tokyo, Business Major, D1 Soccer #10, SAE. 12k followers, 172 following, 38 posts. 

Still thinking you’re dreaming, you accept the follow request and watch as the number on his following increases by one, now 173. Your thumb swipes up on your phone as you take in the square images of his profile. Pictures of him and his friends recreating memes…food that he’s eaten recently…frequent vacation posts in exotic countries…and a whole lot of what seemed to be professionally taken soccer photos of him striking goals and hitting balls with his head in mid air. You have put a lot of effort into your own Instagram photos (despite your modest 464 followers), mostly posting compilation slideshows of your favorite film photos that you’ve taken recently, yet somehow his feed looks much more inviting than yours.

You turn onto your side and continue to look through his photos. 624 comments, 373 comments, 958 comments. Many were from his friends trying to embarrass him, and many others were from girls that probably wanted him to notice them. You noticed he only really replied to comments from his friends. 

You knew who he was, of course. Gojo Satoru was one of the most, if not the most, popular guys on your college campus. When you got to college, you thought the whole “social hierarchy” thing would be over but it still seemed like there were certain groups of people that almost everyone knew about, "elite" individuals who other students could only dream of associating with. At UTokyo, the fraternities and sororities practically owned the place so of course Gojo was well-known since he was a member of the school’s most iconic frat, SAE. Not to mention, the school adored its soccer team–undefeated since 2012–and Gojo Satoru was the most talented center forward the division had seen in years. 

But as for why he requested to follow you, a film major that doesn’t play any sports and isn’t even in a sorority, well you’re just not sure. 

It’s then when you get yet another notification. 

“Oh my god, y/n, turn it off!” Mina mumbles into her mattress. You click the side button to turn off the ringer. 

|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru sent you a message 

Your heart starts to beat a bit faster as you quickly slide to your DMs page. You notice three unread conversations from a few of your friends, probably from when they decided to send you their entire explore page, and then you see a little (1) next to your message requests box. When you open it, you see his icon in your inbox. It’s a simple picture of him in his soccer jersey, his smile wide as one of his team members who was mostly cropped out of the photo seemed to be putting him in a headlock. You see the first few words of the message.

|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru: Hey, sorry if this is weir…

You’re about to click on it when you stop yourself. It was really late at night and you didn’t know if you wanted to entertain a conversation with this man you knew literally nothing about (at least on a personal level) and weren’t even sure why he was messaging you in the first place. Plus, he would see that you’ve read it and so you would feel anxious to respond. But there was no way to see his full message unless you opened it. Even though you considered this to be weirdly intimate since it was a message sent at two in the morning, you figured that was probably normal for the likes of people like Gojo Satoru, who probably were out drinking and partying until five in the morning every night, regardless of any 8AM lectures or not. 

But unfortunately, curiosity always kills the cat (that’s the expression, right?) and so you click on his message. 

|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru: Hey, sorry if this is weird…I don’t think we’ve ever met before, but my buddy’s really into your roommate, and he’s tried to invite her out to our frat’s house parties but he’s had no luck. Think you could convince her to come this weekend? You’re welcome to come too, of course

You blink in surprise before rolling your eyes, not entirely sure why you were expecting any different. Maybe Mina wasn’t budging on his friend’s advances because she wants to be asked out on an actual date, and not to some house party. But you figured frat guys wouldn’t really understand that. Besides, how did he know that you were her roommate? You’re just about to type a response when you see three little dots in the left side corner, indicating he was typing, and you hold your breath.

|| 2:27AM Gojo Satoru: Here are the details

And then he sends you a post from what looks like his fraternity’s Instagram page. There’s an address, a time, the name of the DJ and girls get in free bolded at the top. You realize you’ve never even been invited to a fraternity’s house party until this very moment. 

You briefly consider not responding to him and just setting your phone back down on your nightstand, rolling over, and falling asleep. But you find your fingers moving on their own to type.

|| 2:31AM You: you’re messaging me to help your friend get with my roommate?

There’s an uncomfortable two minutes where there’s no response from him and for some reason your anxiety is through the roof. You remember the countless times you’ve heard people describe Gojo Satoru in passing: there’s just something about him that demands your attention. 

His notification pops up at the top of the Instagram app when you were scrolling through reels to distract yourself and you accidentally clicked on it too fast. 

|| 2:33AM Gojo Satoru: Uh, yeah? 

You sigh as you ponder the proposition. You don’t even know for sure why Mina wasn’t really responding to his friend’s advances, maybe the guy was a creep or just not her type. And even if she was somewhat interested in him, she’s already refused to go to any of their frat’s house parties, so how would you be able to persuade her? 

You finally convince yourself you’ve had enough of Gojo’s messages for the night and you’ll choose whether or not you want to revisit the topic again in the morning, until another message flashes across your screen.

|| 2:38AM Gojo Satoru: What can I do to get you to convince her to come this weekend?

You bite down on your lip at his question, and an idea flashes through your mind.

|| 2:40AM You: i’ll find a way to convince her. my terms and conditions will come later

He responds in a second.

|| 2:40AM Gojo Satoru: Deal 

a/n. thank you for reading! i also post this story over on AO3, if you're more into that format, but i just wanted to start posting over here on tumblr too. hope to see you in the next one!

➸ take me to chapter two!

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         Sukuna’s Kinda…

(GN!Reader)

(Summary: Yuji Itadori is your best friend and when Sukuna comes out after a fatal strike into Yuji’s gut you find yourself wooed by him.)

TW: Blood, mention of decapitation

Yuji and you were going on a mission together. Gojo knew you two were extremely compatible because of the friendship you developed. Some thoughts crossed your mind. You were curious how your best friend dealt with the King Of Curses living inside his body. You praised him for his mental and physical stability in your head. 

You could never.

Just imagine a curse watching your every move. The King Of Curses at that. As you both reach a run down apartment, creaking could be heard from behind the bathroom door making Yuji’s ears perk up in surprise.

“You stay here. I’m gonna check.” He said eyes squinted and got into a defensive stance which made you chuckle because this wasn’t such a huge mission yet he was taking it so seriously.

“Yuji calm down, it may just be a Grade 3 or lower spirit.” You remind him flapping your hands dismissively. 

“Strong or not I gotta be ready.” He said with determination in his tone making you smile. You loved how he never gave up. Despite the crap he’s gone through he still manages to lift a smile on his face gracing us with his positivity. 

BANG!

The bathroom door flies open causing the door to break into millions of wood pieces, each individual one aiming for Yuji. 

Yuji’s fast reflexes hit him as he twirled and brought his foot to the broken wood bits, kicking them all back at the thing that threw it at him in the first place roughly.

“Yuji watch out!” You yell just realizing another curse was right behind him. You were too slow as you picked up your feet trying to prevent the thing from hitting him. 

Your heart dropped as you saw it aim directly for his gut as it swiftly flung him out the apartment, windows breaking along with him falling down. 

You yell again and this time jump alongside with him worry washing over all the emotions that were once there. 

Yuji was on the ground, forehead bleeding.

You pant in unease and slammed your knees against the ground close to him checking for a heartbeat. 

“Come on..come on..” You mutter eyebrows knitted together and pupils dilated in extreme nervousness. 

You did not want to lose your best friend.

Especially not to a curse. 

All of a sudden Yuji’s once blank face was covered in black markings. Odd markings that traced over his jaw, cheeks, forehead, and beneath his eyes.

What the hell is going on?

Did that curse that attacked him send some kind of poison-

Shoot. You forgot the curse. 

You stand up and get ready to fight the thing that hurt your best friend but your knees grow weak and buckle slightly as you feel an intense aura behind you. 

Intense.

You slowly turn your head but what met with your eyes made you clench your fists in horror and breath shorten.

Yuji was up.

No. That's not Yuji.

You try to open your mouth but the person who's wearing Yuji’s skin puts a finger to your lips.

“Hush now. You don’t wanna piss me off do you?”

You flinch in surprise and avert your eyes and fall silent.

The man sighs and looks around.

“Where's that curse that kid told me to beat..” He mumbled with a unamused tone.

By that kid could he mean Yuji?

 Wait wait wait. 

There is a curse living inside of him. 

No way.

Sukuna the King Of Curses was standing right in front of you. 

He could kill you at any giving moment.

“Ah there it is.” Sukuna says, smirking slightly and vanishing. He was so fast you couldn’t even comprehend if he teleported or something.

You could hear screaming and blood spilling above you. You adjust your vision to above to see Sukuna absolutely wrecking the curse with no remorse evident on his face. He smiled while doing it.

Kinda hot lowkey.

Wait what?

A large thud hit the ground as the curse laid there.

 Eyes completely void of colour. 

Sukuna hops down the building, hands in Yuji’s pockets and a smirk dancing on his lips as if he just watched the best movie ever.

“That was fun.” He said mumbling and stretching. You still didn't dare utter a word believing if you did the response would be a decapitated head.

You look at the ground timidly and your eyes dart everywhere apart from Sukuna.

“Better give the kid his body back now. What a pain.” He rolled his eyes and then the markings on his face vanished.

Yuji is back.

“Yuji!” You cry as you hug him as tight as you could.

“Hey hey! What's wrong?” He said, confused by your saddened demeanor.

“I thought you died..” You say pouting slightly.

“Well I’m fine aren't I? Plus how was the meeting with Sukuna?” He gives a cheeky smile.

“Well for one I was terrified. Secondly..” You drift off.

“Secondly.?” He repeats waiting for your answer.

“Sukuna’s kinda hot.” You avert your eyes as much as you could.

“What.” Yuji stared at you with dead eyes like you said the most horrendous thing on Earth. 

Which you did.

Well eating crap is worse.

“He is!” You say blushing slightly.

“I'm leaving.” Yuji says walking away.

“Waitttt!” You chase after him as a giggle erupts through your mouth.

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Permission

Chapter 48

(Chapter 47)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

Epilogue

Leaves and twigs crack under your feet, leaving trails and patterns on the snowy forest floor.

It’s night. Darkness interrupted by red, little sparks flying through the air. The stinging smell of smoke creeps into your nose. Remnants of the moonlight, far away, quietly shine through the branches of the trees, painting creepy shadows on the white canvas you’re walking on. The further you walk, the more those shadows dance on an orange tint, that starts to coat the snow, coming from a source, that you’ve set up not far away. Carefully, listening to the sounds of the forest, you walk back to that source.

A flame, a campfire. Right here, in the middle of the woods.

Step by step, you’re approaching that fire, holding wood in your arms to keep it burning. The sound of munching echoes in your ear, the sound of feasting, devouring.

It’s been years, since he liberated you. Unintentionally freed you from a miserable life in a miserable village.

Not knowing, what you were destined to become.

A destiny that no one foresaw.

Not even the King of Curses.

Coming closer, you can see the silhouette of your King, sitting on the very same tree he did a year ago.

When he waited night for night, waited for you to go back with him.

You start humming his melody, as your feet carry you back to the fireplace. The fireplace that made you fall in love with this monster, before you put the new wood down onto the ground.

And then, quietly, you turn to him, watching how he’s gnawing some meat off a bone, occasionally humming in satisfaction.

It’s been months, since you completed the ritual.

Since you’ve been killed and reborn and marked with a sign on the skin that covers your heart.

Months of being his and him being yours.

In the shrine you can now call home.

You look at him and smile softly to yourself, finding it cute how invested he is not to waste any meat that’s on that bone, although you have plenty left.

Sitting down on the log to the left of your King, you feel the warmth of his body on your skin and hear his gentle munching in your ear.

And you feel your love for him, still, despite putting you through all this. You lost your heart to him and, no matter what he did, you don’t want it back.

Ever again.

Asshole.

It’s been days since the both of you came back to this place.

A place you cherish in your heart.

And maybe, you hope, Sukuna cherishes it, too.

The crackling of the fire becomes louder and his noises quiet, making you both just sit there in silence, next to each other. He flicks the bare bone into the flames, before you gently lean against his shoulder, let your head quietly bump against him to be closer, feeling his calm breath beneath your soul.

And both of you just watch the fire in front of you, like you did so many times a year ago, when neither of you could express what’s going on.

Heartache.

It’s been seconds, since he let you know how he feels about you.

Although he never says them out loud, those three words that you’ve told him over and over again and still do.

But he doesn’t has to. Because, you know.

This curse.

So overwhelming, so consuming. Tying your souls together so tightly.

And some words don’t need to be spoken to be true.

Sukuna grabs another piece of meat and holds it under your nose. You cooked it yourself, with fresh herbs that you found earlier in the nearby bushes. It smells delicious. You lean back and sit straight again, before you grab the meat and take a bite.

It’s hot, warming you from the inside. You keep blowing and carefully gnawing and nibbling, until you finally can rip off a bigger piece. Feeling his bottom pair of eyes watching you constantly, you peek over to him quickly.

“What?” you ask with your mouth full, making him smirk, as he musters your stuffed cheeks and big eyes.

“Nothing.”

You pause your chewing, pondering.

“Is it how I eat?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

And he doesn’t respond, just keeps focusing on the fire, a hint of his smirk still decorating the corners of his mouth. The flames flicker in his red eyes, the orange light dances on his face and wrinkles. You can’t help to take them in, over and over again, although you already know his features so well, as if they’ve been imprinted on your eyelids.

So beautiful.

You smile to yourself, before you focus back on your meal, until you throw the remaining bone into the fire. Satisfied, you sigh, until you swallow the last bite you took.

Suddenly, something cold gently falls upon on your forehead and you look up. Delicate flakes of fresh snow are illuminated against the dark canvas of the night, falling down right upon you and Sukuna.

You smile softly, before you turn your head to look at him. He’s looking up into the sky, too and you witness, just in time, how a small flake lands on the tip of his nose, melting in an instant. You huff lovingly, before you gently touch that very spot with your finger. More flakes follow, landing on his mask, his eyebrows and lashes, before he opens his mouth, trying to bite your finger that’s resting on his nose.

Clack.

His teeth close around nothing and you quickly retrieve your hand to poke him into his shoulder instead.

Hard.

It makes his lip twitch, before he leans down to you, close to your face, cocking his eyebrow.

“Harder.” he whispers with a smirk, with this… undertone.

And you blush, remembering it’s what you moaned into his ear last night.

When you felt cold and the fire was not enough to warm your moving bodies.

When your skins and limbs and lips were intertwined, like those of lovers are.

When you kissed each other and hold each other dearly, when your hearts started to miss each other and their embrace.

“Are you sure?” you mumble, trying to keep composure. His gentle eyes roam over your face, scan how your delicate skin rushes full of extra heat.

And then he nods, almost unnoticeable, almost hypnotised, as his gaze falls down to your lips.

The string on your heart pulls you in, let your breaths collide and mingle, until they merge, as you start kissing him on his soft lips while feeling small, freezing flakes fall upon your faces. He quietly sighs against your face and keeps squeezing on your beating heart, before you gently lick and suck on his tongue and bottom lip.

“Okay.” you breathe against his pretty mouth, your breath and heartbeat quickened. “Wait here.”

His pupils are blown, already drowning in your being, before you stand up and walk into the snow.

You feel his needy eyes bore into your back, the string on your heart pulling harshly.

To make you walk back to him, to devour your flesh once again. Like last night, like lovers do.

But first, you crouch down, shove some snow between your hands and form a ball. Then, with all your strength, you turn around and throw it at him. Sukuna leans back to dodge but-

Bam!

The snowball hits his shoulder with a wet impact, shattering in a million pieces.

And you gasp in victory, as you throw your arms up in the air.

“Ahhh hahahah!” you exclaim, before a wide grin spreads onto his lips and he flashes his teeth. A sadistic, aroused chuckle escapes his throat, as his eyes flicker right at you, as he slowly rises to his feet, cracking his neck and knuckles, before he growls in excitement.

“So, you wanna play?”

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he’s back…

SPOILERS FOR JJK MANGA (221 especially!)

☆ pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

☆ content warning(s): JJK SPOILERS CH 221, gojo is unsealed, angst to fluff, reader is so whipped for gojo, gojo is whipped too, lovesick! gojo, i don’t know if it was still 19 days that gojo was sealed…, gojo goes crazy!!, a little altering of the new chapter…! UNEDITED and a little rushed sorry!

☆ summary: 19 days of sleeping alone, 19 days without her one and only lover, 19 days of not being able to kiss him goodnight, 19 days of pain, 19 days of not being able to say “i love you toru.” one more time, 19 days of not seeing that white hair and those adorable puppy eyes.

☆ A/N: i’m honestly like so happy that gojo is unsealed because i’ve been WAITING for this moment. like i’m just so happy bru. missed my pookie :[. lowk should write gojo w an adhd girlfriend fr. this is probs super self indulgent too.

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it’s been 19 days since gojo satoru has been sealed. his girlfriend, who was going to be his fiancée, is stuck at their shared home. she was hidden from the jujutsu world. gojo didn’t want anyone trying to attack his future wife. the woman of his dreams, the woman who knows how to understand him. shoko, the other best friend of gojo satoru, took it upon herself to see you, as nanami passed away…

“y/n?” she yells out when knocking on your door. you just woke up twenty minutes ago when you get to the door, shoko saw how you looked.

your hair was a mess, though still was being washed yet no effort put into it. your eyes were puffy and you had terrible eye bags. shoko just hugged you and you broke down in her arms.

“shoko, it’s only been 19 days and yet i still am like this, i thought i’d be better than this. i knew it would happen one day yet why am i a mess?” you knew that it was a little stupid of you to be such a mess when it’s been only 19 days he was gone but you and satoru have been together for 5 years. yet, him being away and not knowing when he was coming back was scary. sure, he went on overseas missions for three months before, but you had contact with him, you can call and text him and still say “i love you toru” yet now you can’t.

“y/n, it’s okay. he will be unsealed. we have a plan in check. we are starting the process now, i just needed to see you and let you know what’s happening. i’ll have yuuji come to protect you right now, you’re not going to be safe alone forever.” shoko says, she gives you one last hug before yuuji appears behind her.

“y/n.” he says and just hugs you. you hugged him back while tears fell down. he didn’t smile at all, gojo being sealed took away this precious boy’s smile. you cupped yuuji’s cheeks. “i’m sorry yuuji. i’m so sorry. you deserve much better my love.” yuuji just hugged you tighter. you waved bye to shoko and closed the door. yuuji was still clinging onto you as you tried to walk to the couch.

“i’m sorry y/n. i wasn’t strong enough.” you looked at the boy, he was getting anxious and couldn’t read your expression. “yuuji, you’re strong. you’re just a kid hon, i can’t blame you. i blame the cursed world we live in, especially because now you’re a jujutsu sorcerer. yuuji, you deserved better than this world. i promise you.” yuuji and you both hugged and you told him to watch a show on the TV, while you made food.

as you were finishing up, yuuji and you both felt a little earthquake though yuuji knew it wasn’t an earthquake but gojo being unsealed.

yuuji just stayed with you and when you served him, he was happy. though, he thought about how you were feeling since your fiancé was sealed in a box without any communication for almost three weeks straight.

you just smiled at him while you waited for the pans to cool down. you served yourself as well and ate right next to your fiancé’s student. you messed with yuuji’s hair and said, “you know, you need to smile more yuuji. i love being around. you’re such a kind boy. i hope you grow old and have a family, live life as well as you can.” yuuji looked at you and then finally smiled, “yeah. i’ll try to promise you that.”

you smiled at him when all of a sudden, your front door was opening… yuuji got in front of you but when the door was fully open, you ran towards the man full speed.

“s-satoru? you’re back? y-you’re here?” you had tears coming out of your eyes. he smirked, “i didn’t know i was walking in on my girlfriend cheating on me with my student!” he grabbed his chest acting like it hurt. you hit his arm and immediately hugged him.

“yuuji, were you protecting my pretty girl for me?” he asked teasingly. yuuji nods and then you let go of your boyfriend. gojo hugs yuuji and whispers something in his ear. yuuji just looked back at you and smiled.

“you know, we’ve missed you satoru. the strongest man alive is back and yet i didn’t get my kiss. 19 days without you satoru gojo. 19 days with your kiss, your voice, your stupid little kid of a personality, your touch. do you know how insane i’m going right now? you’re so lucky i know how to control myself.” you say to him and yuuji waves goodbye while leaving and closing the door. gojo just stares back at you and looks at you, “oh baby, i know. i was stuck in that box and my mind went insane. felt like years i was waiting. couldn’t even sleep it off.”

you went to kiss him and he pulled you in. this kiss wasn’t lust, it was just pure love, saying all kinds of things, “be safe”, “i love you so much”, “i missed you”, “stay with me”, “don’t leave”, and it was just gojo knowing he had to make you his more officially. he slyly puts the ring that was still in his pocket onto your left hand. “mine.” he says after pulling away from you and you looked down to see the ring.

“i don’t care. we’re getting married even if it’s a quiet one. we are marrying each other.” he says that so seriously and quietly. you wonder how he feels.

“let’s go to bed.” you say and he follows behind you. you stopped caring for the dishes in the sink as soon as you saw your beloved boyfriend. when you both laid down on the bed, you couldn’t help but move closer to him until his arms were wrapped around you and you just nuzzled into his chest.

“i love you ‘toru.”

“i love you more pretty.”

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[marsnovaa]

Making it up to you

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

Sukuna x reader oneshot

Notes: Fluff, out of character

Sukuna constantly wrestles with the challenge of expressing his deep affection, often shrouding his emotions behind a stoic or prickly facade. You're left in doubt about his genuine feelings towards you. You've noticed that he hardly ever compliments you and has stopped showing physical affection, and this has been really bothering you. You yearn for his love, yet your heartfelt pleas seem to fall on deaf ears as he continues to neglect your desires. You're starting to question the very foundation of your relationship due to the distance between you two.

He couldn't help but notice your behavior. The way your eyes would quickly shift towards him, followed by an immediate change in your mood whenever he came near. He thought about the things you shared and wished he could communicate better. Despite his lack of skill in expressing himself, he put in great effort. He had once placed his faith in these small gestures, convinced they would suffice. However, he has now come to the realization that they were insubstantial. He surprised you with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, prepared a delicious dinner, and lovingly played with your hair while you were resting in bed. He longed to see your smile again. Your eyes gleaming at the sight of something delightful, and the way you gazed at him with love, it truly captivated him.

He made an effort to gently awaken you in the early morning, avoiding any negative impact on your mood. Once he finished preparing breakfast, he carefully selected an outfit for you and revealed that he had an exciting surprise in store. Even though you're not one to rise early, it still took you a solid 20 minutes to muster the strength to leave the comfort of your bed. After establishing your morning routine, you found yourself comfortably seated at the dining table alongside Sukuna. With a small smile on his face, he watched you eat, brimming with excitement and hope that his surprise would fill you with joy.

No matter how much you asked him about his anticipation and astonishment, he firmly declined to disclose the secret, guaranteeing that you would soon uncover it on your own. You savored your meal at a relaxed pace, trying to acclimate to the early time. Looking outside, it seemed as if the sun had just started to rise. He better have something truly worth it planned.

After enjoying a delicious breakfast, you conscientiously cleared your dishes and neatly stacked them in the sink. Ready to embark on your adventure, you eagerly trailed behind Sukuna as you both made your way towards the waiting car. He graciously held the door open for you, ensuring that you entered the vehicle without hitting your head. You wondered what had caused his sudden kindness. As he drove down unfamiliar roads, your curiosity heightened. You appeared to be driving down a road flanked by forests on both sides. You relish exploring different flora and admiring their beauty. The great outdoors and surrounding wilderness can serve as excellent stress relievers, providing a sense of peace. You highly value the fresh air and warmth of the sun. The sight of swaying leaves and the natural scent of flowers evoke indescribable emotions in you. You prefer the freedom and joy that nature offers over being confined indoors. Nature has always been a fascinating topic for you. You have cultivated numerous plants over the years, providing them with the same level of care and attention as cherished pets. These plants hold immense significance to you.

You averted your gaze from the window and directed it towards Sukuna, whose disheveled hair always enhanced his features. You couldn't help but find his faint smirk on his lips quite attractive.

“Are you really not going to tell me where we are going?” You asked, hoping that he would finally surrender and reveal the truth to you.

"No," he said with a growing smile. With utmost care, he leaned in tenderly, gracefully seizing your hand, and affectionately pressed a gentle kiss upon its back, before elegantly resting it upon his lap.

You looked ahead, watching the trees speed by. You don't like surprises because they make you anxious, and you're not fond of keeping secrets. As the sun rises above the horizon, it brings forth a dazzling display of golden light that illuminates the vast expanse of the blue sky. With the break of dawn, the forest awakened in a burst of vibrant life, as the sun's rays gracefully bathed the trees, casting out the shadows that had shrouded the land. You intensely wish to depart from the vehicle to breathe in the fresh air and bask in the warm embrace of the sun. However, you didn't want to inconvenience Sukuna by asking him to stop in the middle of nowhere. You also didn't want to prolong the surprise any further.

After driving for nearly two hours, you arrived at a clearing designated for parking. You spotted a trail leading into the forest, and your excitement grew. As nature walks were your favorite, you wondered if that was the reason Sukuna had woken you up. Sukuna and you both stepped out of the car, and he took your hand, guiding you down the trail. Every now and then, he would pull you close, delicately planting a kiss on the top of your head and whispering sweet words of affection into your ear, all the while tenderly holding your hand.  Despite yourself, these actions made you smile and gave you butterflies. You admired his affectionate demeanor and desired even more of it. As you walked, he pointed out flowers because he knew you enjoyed looking at them and let you share facts about them. He appreciated listening to your voice and seeing the enthusiasm in your eyes when discussing a topic of interest. After a delightful 20-minute walk, an enchanting sight awaits: a captivating lake and waterfall nestled amidst lush trees and immaculate grass.  The water shimmers with a mesmerizing cyan glow, while the resounding echo of the waterfall resembles a bathtub being filled, relentlessly crashing against the rocks and the liquid beneath. The natural beauty of the scenery is absolutely stunning, with no trace of human interference. As the sun rose over the waterfall, the view became even more breathtaking, with the clear air making it a breeze to breathe.

You smiled while gazing at the lake and then locked eyes with Sukuna.  You embraced him with an intense and profound kiss, expressing your sincere appreciation. Your spare hand caressed his hair as you gently pulled it, causing your partner to groan softly.

He pulled away, appearing deep in thought before speaking, "We should get in."

“The lake? Are we allowed to?” As you raised your eyebrows, you turned your head towards the stunning cyan water.

"Mhm, a lot of people have already swum here," He released your hand and smoothly pulled his shirt over his head, confidently discarding it on a nearby rock.

Initially, you were filled with uncertainty and felt reluctant to disrupt the delicate balance of the environment. Sukuna reassured you several times that it was alright until you felt comfortable enough to enter the water. You tentatively dipped your toes into the frigid lake and shivered. Sukuna, already immersed in the water, can't help but laugh and beckons you to join. It took some time to adjust to the freezing temperature before you could fully submerge. Sukuna smoothly maneuvered himself right in front of you, gently placing his hands on your waist, showering your neck and shoulders with tender kisses. You chuckled and asked if this was the reason why he woke you up. He paused and murmured, asking if you enjoyed it. He was worried you did not and afraid that this small surprise would not be enough to make it up to you.

With arms draped around his shoulders, a wide smile adorning your face, you exclaim, "This is beyond perfect! I couldn't have asked for anything more. Thank you."

His smile reappeared, and he gently squeezed your waist before submerging. You didn't give it much thought until a mysterious hand grabbed your ankle and violently dragged you beneath the surface. You were able to catch a fleeting breath before being forcefully pulled under. You were startled and scared.

Once you composed yourself, you emerged from the water, inhaling deeply, and cleared the moisture from your eyes. As you opened your eyes, Sukuna appeared before you, sporting a mischievous grin.

“That was not funny,” You furrowed your brow and playfully splashed water at him, prompting a joyful chuckle as he retaliated with a splash of his own.

"It was just a joke, don't be grumpy," he said playfully, rolling his eyes. His hands returned to your waist. He was constantly affectionate towards you, delighting in twirling your hair or placing his hand gently on your thigh whenever the opportunity arose. You're still puzzled by his recent distance and hesitant to inquire about it, fearing the answer. You presumed that it was due to the extensive workload he had undertaken.

The morning was spent nearby, with Sukuna cracking jokes to make you laugh. Despite his neglect of your desires and needs, you had a good time and felt better. His loving actions, sweet words, and intimate embrace restored the harmony. As more people arrived throughout the day, you and Sukuna decided to head home.

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[yril-writes]

— CHAPSTICK

synopsis ; a recent video you just watched showed these lipsticks that had different flavours, it piqued your interest and decided to order some to try it on, until then it started going south.

scenario ; yuuji and sukuna are siblings but not just that but both of them are your boyfriends! this au is set in a college life with you with no curses, just a normal setting.

type ; drabble

include/s ; sukuna & yuuji

pairing/s ; character × fl! reader

genre ; fluff, wholesome and with a hint of spice

word count ; 0.9k

There was this video where lipstick had different kinds of flavour, it intrigued you and went ahead to buy two different flavors. Since you weren't much of a fan of putting on normal lipstick where you unconsciously taste it only to give off a bitter like after taste. On to the flavours that you choose is strawberry, in a shade of a glossy red rose and the other one is lemon, it has a transparent base but still gives off a nice gloss. Looking at the reviews in the shop of the chapsticks, both of these flavours are their best seller and had good reviews, so without any hesitations you were immediately tempted to buy it. It didn't take too long until the package arrived in the apartment you shared with the Itadori twins which was sponsored by your relative, the Itadori siblings immediately were curious about the package that just arrived and watched you open it only to reveal the flavoured chapsticks. "Lipsticks again, (Y/N)?" Sukuna sighed in disbelief and scurried his way back to his beloved couch. The other twin, Itadori Yuuji decided to stay. He was curious about those chapsticks you bought and noticed that it had flavours, cheerfully he opened one up and the smell of strawberry filled his nostrils, it was a pleasant scent indeed. "It smells like a strawberry! I thought it was just a design, does it taste like strawberry as well, (Y/N)?" Giving him a nod as a response, Yuuji didn't hesitate to apply some to his lips, by that he can confirm that the gloss is indeed edible and kept on applying it to his lips.

Puckering his lips up, with his tongue sliding over the top of his lips looks too good to even watch him do it. Tempted at the sight, slowly adjusting your position, to be near Yuuji. Even before he could even react, you've already planted your lips over his. The sweet scent of strawberry whiffs through your nostrils and the sweet and sour taste of the strawberry flavoured chapstick rolls to your taste buds. Placing both of your hands over the back of his neck as if pulling him even closer and deepening the kiss, his rugged breathing and warmth can be heard and felt, you couldn't help yourself to moan slightly under your breath. (Tastes so sweet...) it didn't take too long for the chapstick on Yuuji's lips to fade due to the amount of kissing plus tasting. It didn't even look kissing anymore, it's as if both of you were craving not only for the flavour but at each other. Pulling apart from Yuuji, you both stared at each other with these lustful eyes not even batting an eye to Sukuna who has been watching them from the start. "If the both of you kept going, I would've felt jealous. Did you forget that I am still here?" with an annoyed toned Sukuna sighs in disbelief. But you could only look at him with those eyes of yours, as if you wanted more and you did. Grabbing the other chapstick from the box, you made your way towards Sukuna sitting on a couch across the room, sitting on his lap comfortably, you gently slide the chapstick onto his lips, spreading it throughout to give the right amount. The lemon chapstick didn't have that much color, since it's transparent it only made Sukuna's lips glossier and juicy. Just staring at those lips of his made you think how it will taste like, especially on his lips at that. "If you're going to have a taste, then get to it." slightly tugging on the roots of your hair and pulling you closer, enough for you to smell the scent of lemons on his lips. You couldn't hold it anymore, starting with a peck on the lips, some of the chapstick was transferred to yours, sliding your tongue on your upper lip, the taste of sour lemons filled your mouth, the taste of it was enough to make you drool and even want more. "Just a peck? You went away devouring Yuuji's lips and I got a peck?" he says as he pretends to even sulk, looking to the side with his eyes closed. (Is this grown ass man really sulking right now? Jeez...) placing both of your palms on his cheek, slowly turning his head in your direction now facing you, Sukuna opens his eyes at the sight where you are seen to be kissing him,

Sukuna slightly opens his mouth and tongues soon intertwine, as if playing, the flavours of lemon was present at every exchange of the deep kiss until the chapstick on his lips soon fade. (Strawberry and lemon as chapsticks taste so good! And even smells good!) now jumping off from Sukuna's lap, you decided to write a review to that shop about the their chapsticks, leaving Sukuna and Yuuji high on their horses, you were in the zone that you neglected them as they call your name, until Sukuna throws a pillow hitting your head. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" you yelled, throwing back the pillow that he threw, now looking at his direction he looked as if he wanted more and across the room Yuuji looks like a puppy in need of attention as well. The Itadori twins were just left there to dry, but they won't let that. "You started this, (Y/N). How about we finish it all." Yuuji says in a cheerful tone making his way towards the couch and sitting beside Sukuna. "Yeah, why not discover. I bet this can be put to a good use as well, not only here in the lips. Come, let's find out where we can put it to a taste, (Y/N)." Sukuna says in a playful manner with that grin of his paste on his fave, you already know that you're screwed. Like literally screwed.

a/n ; I think Tumblr doesn't like me at all, it's buggy as hell. I wish they would fix this. I can't even copy and paste my own work in and type word for word. Error here and there, my gosh.

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[quinnyundertow]

Sanity’s Last Stop

Synopsis

England 1941

Forced to work after the death of her father y/n finds themselves filling a nurses role at Hillsboro Asylum for the Criminally Insane. The patients and workers alike have her questioning her own sanity in this new insular world during WWII.

Ryoumen Sukuna has become a fixture in solitary confinement for the last seven years. His sanity was barely there before but now it is frayed beyond redemption. A good will gesture brings him and y/n into a strange secret relationship

Okkotsu Yuta swears he isn’t insane he didn’t hurt anyone it was Rika who killed those people. Just because no one else can see her doesn’t mean she isn’t there. You believe him right?

AN: So excited to post this! Horror Dark Romance are my favorite genres so this is not going to be the same as my main fic. Please check the tags and trigger warnings!

Setting is England WWII I realize all the characters have Japanese names but there is no avoiding it with the original source material.

TW: Misogyny, Gaslighting, Gore

I made up Takeda Geto all others are from JJK.

Chapter 1

Mind Your Fingers

England 1941

“Stupid girl, what did I tell you about watching your fingers!” The old nurse yells in your ear, just about making you jump out of your skin. You are watching your fingers. You are being painfully careful so as not to accidentally touch anywhere near the open metal slat at the bottom of the heavy iron door. There is a two inch drop from the door’s mail slot style opening to the ground. Your fingers begin to tremble as you hold the tin tray, full of some slop they called lunch, halfway through the opening. Waiting for the person on the other side to take the proffered meal. The tips of your fingers are starting to turn white as you are only able to barely hold the end of the tray. The weight of it strains against you.

“W-what do I do if he doesn’t come to take his tray?” You ask, trying to keep your voice steady and sounding somewhat confident.

“Ungrateful spawn of satan.” The elderly nurse Ogami bites out, causing you to flinch at her disgusting words, “Drop it then. He’ll eat it off the floor or he won’t eat.”

Your heart twists painfully at the cruelty displayed. Even though the people residing here have committed terrible crimes the residents are still mentally disturbed and rely on you for care. “There has to be a better way?”

Nurse Ogami rolls her eyes, heaving a sigh that is meant to relay her annoyance with you, “Move girl.” Despite the woman’s liver spotted and wrinkled fingers she has surprising strength in them as she snatches the tray away from you and unceremoniously pushes it to the floor with a clatter. “Keep up this belligerent attitude young lady and you’ll be out on your luck before the month is out. You may think your special with your young looks and connections but there’s no room for error here.” When the old woman spins to you she has a malicious gleam in silver eyes. “The girl you replaced lost three fingers one night. Stupid girl pushed her hand too far in. Ryoumen was waiting just out of her line of sight and the second he saw one of her pretty tan fingers he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her elbow through the food slot. Bit each of those fingers off like he was eating part of his lunch.” You can’t help but shiver and wonder how much of the woman’s story is actually true.

Straightening your bleached white nurse's frock, you meet her eyes and respectfully dip your head, “Thank you for the warning head nurse, I'll be more careful in the future.” You pull the metal lever that shuts and locks the opening you utilized at the bottom of the door. Moving the wooden stepping stool, you thought to bring today, you push it against the door so you can see through the barred and glass protected window at the middle point of the door.

The massive man inside is easy to spot in the expanse of white. His dull orange almost pink hair is a brilliant flare of color in the otherwise stagnant room. It is a wild mess on his head, stroked backwards from repeat combing motions with his fingers. He sits hunched over at the edge of his cot. His entire frame is hulking and muscular and you wondered how he manages to maintain his physique while trapped here. His elbows are resting on his knees, hands knitted together as they flex sporadically. His face is downturned so you could barely see the bizarre facial scarring he had given himself before his capture. “Inmate Ryoumen Sukuna is accounted for.” The old woman says nothing as you step down and mark up the piece of paper you brought with you to make sure each patient receives their proper medication and meal.

You tuck the wooden stool under your arm before going to push the squeaky metal cart down to the last patient in this wing. “Just one left.”

The elderly woman grunts, turning her back to you, “You always feed those in solitary confinement last. They are being punished after all. They’re lucky they get two meals a day and a warm place to sleep. We have noble men on the front line dying from frostbite with empty bellies.” You had heard around the lunch table yesterday that old lady Ogami, as the other girls called her, is especially bitter due to her precious grandson being shipped off to somewhere in Yugoslavia to fight the German scourge. You can’t blame her for being bitter but you don’t feel like that means you have to treat the patients here worse.

The final painted white metal door S25 looks the same as every other one in this wing. Before Mrs. Ogami could comment, you push up your stool and peer in. The young man in this room is almost the exact opposite physically of the man you had just tried to feed in room S23. He is lanky and thin looking; under fed and malnourished. The second your eyes meet the back of his head the man turns suddenly his eyes locking on yours. His dark raven colored orbs met your own. No particular emotion is held there; the man just looks exhausted. Painted under his eyes are large dark circles, his eyes rimmed in red. You couldn’t help but wonder if they are red rimmed from crying or maybe they always looked like that. “Patient present.” Stepping down carefully, you give the stack of papers in front of you a once over .

Patient: Okkotsu Yuta

Sex: Male

Age: 27

The paragraphs below outlined his lack of dietary constraints, medication required and any other doctors notes. You can’t help but notice his notes from the doctor today stated that due to his consistent compliance he is recommended to be moved back to the institution's general population next week.

You make sure his tray is together. Complete with a small paper cup that has two little chalky pills inside to lower his anxiety. Taking the iron lever in hand you tug so that the meal slot screeches open. After giving Ryoumen his tray only moments earlier you can’t help but keep your fingers as far to the back as possible as you leaned to slip the tray into the three inch slot.

The ward is unusually quiet at the moment and due to this you can hear the inmate’s bare feet padding across the tile flooring. You feel the weight of the tray being released from your fingers as the person on the other side takes it gently from you. The man clears his throat before a soft spoken voice emanates from the slot, “Thank you.”

You are surprised as this is the first person today to thank you, “You’re Welcome.” Your response probably sounded happier than it should have but the tiny bit of kindness gives your day a bit of a silver lining.

“You do not speak to those in solitary confinement!” You wince in response to being scolded again.

“I’m sorry, head nurse” You hear a voice on the other side of the door mumble the apology. You bite your cheek instead of replying before repeating the same closing procedures you did at S23. Though when you look up to confirm the inmate is accounted for he is no longer looking in your direction.

As the two of you leave the solitary ward, your long gray dresses swish below you. You still aren’t used to the way everything looks the same in this institution. All the walls are white and not a picture is to be found as decoration. The only thing creating breaks in the staggering white landscape is an occasional sign directing those inside to various locations (Dispensary, Lobby, Clinic) or reminders to staff (When distributing medications check under the patient’s tongue for hidden pills, For Emergency Security dial 99 or pull panic alarm).

Despite any minor complaints you are incredibly grateful to have this job. Not only is the pay more than fair but it is in the field of medicine where you have always held interest. Maybe after you learn the ropes you can make a difference in the lives of those who live here.

You both pause before the heavy set of double doors that lead from Solitary. Demonstrating to the head nurse you are in fact learning you pull the string that rings the brass bell on the other side of the door and wait for security to unlock the door and permit your exit. The wait for the security officers to release you seems to vary from seconds to minutes depending on what is going on across the complex. Your anxiety always seems to ratchet up in the time from when the bell is rung until the large metal lock thunks and the door swings open.

The security guard who greets you on the other side of the door is grinning from ear to ear as he looks you over. “Did you have fun in there?” Your eyes flick to him briefly before pretending you didn’t hear him. His features are handsome and boyish. His fluffy white hair and striking blue eyes have a habit of pinning you in place when he addresses you. His frame is tall and muscular not that you were looking. You didn’t have to look to know his shirt has the name tag Gojo on it.

When you started here you had barely gotten your foot in the door before you were being warned about him by your fellow nurses. He was labeled a notorious flirt and womanizer. One to avoid if you want to keep your reputation clean and above all other warnings, do not fall in love with him.

The older woman looks like she is about to scold you or maybe even Gojo this time when her train of thought is interrupted. “Ah, there you are Y/n.” The familiar soothing tone nearby makes you look over with surprise and fondness. The entire reason you had ended up working in this facility was due to your father’s long term friendship with the esteemed facility director Dr. Takeda Geto. His son, Dr. Suguru Geto and your childhood friend stopped short of your small group. You couldn’t help the quick flush that covered your cheeks, at the attention. You had hoped to assimilate into the facility with as little fanfare as possible. The newest man to the group stopped and placed a hand affectionately on Gojo as they shared an almost conspiratorial grin. On the outside the two couldn’t be more dissimilar but it seems they had also cultivated a long term friendship.

You quickly curtseyed in response, keeping your head down. Despite your friendship with Suguru you wanted to be accepted in this job by your own merits rather than who you knew. Even if being hired hadn’t worked that way.

“Well if it isn’t the young master Dr. Geto.” the old woman doted; the young part surprising you as Suguru Geto had to be in his thirties now. Her tone is much more engaged than it had been at any point during your training this week. You couldn’t help the tiny quirk of your lips in amusement at the drastic change of mannerism.

Looking up you see Suguru has turned to the woman to address her while Satoru Gojo’s eyes are still locked onto you. His cerulean orbs twinkling in a mischievous manner. He is clearly noting your amusement despite your attempt at hiding it. You can't help but lift your hand to your mouth and clear your throat to cover your expression. Suguru turns at the noise flashing you a gentle smile before pushing his glasses higher up his nose. “How has training been going today?”

You look away to study a nearby sign pointing to the Security Desk, “Head nurse Ogami has been very kind and thorough in my training.” you respond respectfully.

Suguru Geto makes a long humming noise while Satoru Gojo outright laughs at the obvious lie. Anyone who has met the head nurse knows about her taciturn personality. Suguru ignoring Gojo gives Nurse Ogami a charismatic smile before noting, “I would expect nothing less from Mrs. Ogami. You can’t help but note the lack of formality he uses when he addresses the older woman now. The fondness you see in her face is not missed by you as she speaks with him. You can’t really blame the woman. Suguru Geto has been known for his charm and good looks for as long as you have known him. His familial wealth and status don’t hurt his public perception either. “Mrs. Ogami, I'd like to borrow nurse y/n for my lunch break if it doesn’t interfere with your schedule too much.”

Surprise evident in your expression, you look up at Suguru quickly, “I’m sorry Dr. Geto I already took my lunch break today-.” At Suguru’s frown, the head nurse speaks over you.

“Not to worry Dr. Geto we have finished the afternoon rounds. Anything she needs to learn can be postponed until tomorrow.” You can’t help but look between the two of them in confusion. The last thing you desire at this point is any form of favoritism, especially in front of your new coworkers who may or may not know your prior connection to the director’s son.

“I-” you are unable to break the silence before Suguru smiles attentively at you, derailing any argument you were starting to craft as to why you shouldn’t go with him.

You see Suguru turn to nurse Ogami giving her a conspiratorial wink, “I owe you one, Mrs. Ogami.” the older woman brushes him off but a faint blush on her cheeks lets you know his words are far more effective than she lets on.

You feel obligated to thank her despite not wanting to go to lunch with Suguru in the first place, “Thank you Head Nurse.” You dip slightly in the appropriate curtsy before looking up at Suguru questioningly. The smile he gives you in response is benign as he gestures for you to follow him. When he walks past Gojo he clasps him on the shoulder before leaning forward to comment something into his ear that you aren’t privy to. The comment provokes a laugh out of Gojo before he heads back to the Security Office.

When you don’t immediately move to follow Suguru, he prods you verbally, “Shall we?” You don’t really have a choice in the matter. At least it feels that way, as you follow two steps behind him trying to keep a professional distance as he leads you to his office. You haven’t actually been in his office yet. Well, his fathers office. He leads you towards the entrance of the building where the directors office is situated. The location makes it easy for him to attend to visitors or in rarer cases government officials.

He takes a moment to unlock the door before gesturing you inside. Once in you take a quick look of the surroundings. Not much has changed in the furnishings since Suguru had unofficially taken over the room. His fathers medical licenses and diplomas have been swapped out for his own and the desk nameplate has been changed. Other than that all the bookshelves and desk items remain the same.

There are two chairs in front of the large oak desk and one behind it. “Please sit.” There is a tinkling noise at the door as you register he’s locking it from the inside with his keys. You can’t help the small shiver that races up your spine. Even if you have known Suguru the majority of your life the action seems strange and internal warning bells are ringing. He jerks the handle to ensure the door will not be opened by anyone other than himself before he opens his suit jacket and tucks the key ring into an inside pocket.

You sit as instructed but you are hardly relaxed. Your body leans towards the edge of your seat, “Why did you lock it?”

He raises a brow at you with a curious smile, “Does that make you nervous?” He moves around the desk to gather a few items, presumably his lunch.

You resolve yourself to sound unbothered as you decide to respond, “No.” The last thing you want to do is offend him.

To your surprise he comes back around to your side of the desk and sits in the chair next to you, “I hate being interrupted. A simple lock prevents that from happening. Besides, this place is full of unstable individuals. One can never be too safe.”

“I see.” You are trying to find a way to voice your concerns to him without being labeled with the tags that women are so often given for having boundaries.

He’s spreading out his lunch an easy going air to him as he leans back in his chain before crossing a leg over another, “Come on, give me a smile you look much prettier that way.”

You try but it doesn’t feel very convincing. You had only been here two days and you had noticed a fairly big change between Suguru’s attitude now and when you had known him before your fathers death.

All your interactions previously had been when Suguru and Dr. Takeda Geto had visited your family's estate in the countryside. The two of you had talked, played, and studied together every summer for years. Your fathers smoking cigars and drinking expensive brandy in the backdrop. Suguru has always been so shy, quiet, and respectful. Now within the property of the Hillsboro Asylum for the Criminally Insane he is still quiet and respectful but there is a confidence behind every movement he makes. He’s in an environment he fully controls and that factor isn’t lost on you.

He pulls out a sandwich and takes a bite; scrutinizes your uneasy expression, “Tell me what’s worrying that pretty little head of yours. You’ve been on edge since you got here.”

“Ah.” You can’t help but feel guilty. Dr. Takeda and Suguru have done so much for you the least you can do is be appreciative. You manage to muster a much more genuine smile, “I’m sorry Dr. Geto I-“

He gives a lazy laugh, his arm moves to rest behind your back on the chair you’re seated in, “You should just call me Suguru, Dr. Geto feels so stuffy.”

His fingers slowly gravitate to a strand of your hair that escaped your starched white nurses cap. He catches it within his fingers tugging it lightly.

You blush heavily at the intimate touch, “I’m worried about perceived favoritism. I don’t want to be treated any differently than the other employees. I want to assimilate with the other nurses.” He’s watching you closely and you can’t decipher his expression, his fingers still gently twirling in your hair. Your face grows heated, “Private lunches in locked offices won’t look proper.” It wasn’t just your reputation you were worried about even though that was a concern. You hoped to make friends out of the other nurses in this new place you would call your home.

Suguru leans back and considering your words a long humming noise escaping his throat. He sits forward, his elbows resting on his knees now as he takes you in. He has a soft smile on his lips but it isn’t quite meeting his eyes. “It’s a little late to worry about favoritism, don't you think? Why else would I have hired you if not for that? I could have hired any old local girl if not for my preference for you.”

You feel a lump growing on your throat. When Dr. Takeda visited just after your fathers recent passing the job he offered seemed like a lifeline. “I-I have knowledge in the field and experience with medication management-“

Suguru laughs out loud, cutting your words off, “Come now y/n. Sure you’ve read some books but you aren’t particularly bright. Women like you are a dime a dozen.” He takes a bite of an apple his tone conversational and casual. “With the job shortages around the country I have women lined up begging for work and you come here acting high and mighty with unwieldy demands.”

Your face flushes and your eyes burn at his comments, “I’m sorry Suguru I hadn’t considered-“

Suguru stands brushing off his pants and avoids making eye contact, “Of course you didn’t. You only consider your own feelings when all you should be worried about is what I think.” He moves to the door and unlocks it, his every movement laced with irritation. “Leave, your ungratefulness is souring my lunch.”

You quickly stand feeling like you're back in grade school and being dressed down for misbehavior. Suguru has always been so balanced and logical; you can’t help but know it must be you at fault for this disagreement, “I’m sorry Suguru, please forgive me. I didn't mean to sound ungrateful. Please don’t be cross with me.” Your tone is higher pitched and more vulnerable than intended. Your eyes glassy with held back tears.

He finally meets your gaze and sighs heavily, “You know I can’t be angry at you for long.” His hand comes up to your face as he softly rubs your cheek with his knuckles. The motion causing a tear to spill down your cheeks. He smiles at that, “There there. Go home for the day and put something nice on. Father and I expect you at dinner tonight, don’t be late.”

Your emotions are all over the place as you head for the exit to the Asylum. You are a fool to think you had been hired on your own merit despite the relationship between your family and Dr. Takedas.

The exit routine for the building takes several minutes. With many weighty doors unlocking and locking. When you reach the front entrance the process is just beginning for another man. The security seeing you approaching waves you forward into the same interlock area as the man to allow you both to do the exit procedures at the same time.

The young man looks up at you, his eyes a golden brown. He’s tall and well built but it is his facial scars that really catch your attention. A thick jagged line races between his eyebrows, the left side of his cheek and lip marred, and under both of his eyes are almost identical check shaped scars. Despite the rugged damage across his countenance when he looks up at you his face goes from a disappointed scowl to concern. “Hey are you okay?”

“Move forward!” A guard calls out ready for you to exit into the next man trap room.

You feel another tear roll down your cheek and you look at the kind face across from you etched with worry. He moves forwards toward you a step and it's only then you notice he is missing a leg, a wooden crutch is braced under one arm.

Embarrassment floods you as you try to wipe away any evidence of your tears. “Yes I’m terribly sorry. How unprofessional of me.”

He tilts his head to the side, the motion reminding you of dogs when confused. “Unprofessional? For having emotions?”

You don’t know how to respond to that. He studies you while the exit procedures are completed and you both find yourself outside in the cold winter air. “My names Yuji, Itadori Yuji.” He’s looking up at the gray cloudy skies with feigned interest, “I’m kinda here a lot. Visiting.” His gaze meets yours again as he gives you a smile that tilts a little on his damaged side. “I don’t think we’ve met yet though.”

Something about his smile is so disarming, “Oh, I’m Y/n L/n, I just started here a few days ago.”

His smile seems to grow brighter, his eyes twinkling with genuine happiness. It has been such a long time since you have seen that in a person. “Well maybe I’ll see you more often then!” He watches you a moment and you return his authentic happiness with a real smile of your own.

“I hope so Mr. Itadori.” He laughs outright at that which catches you off guard.

His grin is infectious, lazy and lopsided, “Mr. Itadori is my Grandpa. Yuji is more than fine.”

You nod the flush on your cheeks now from the cold and pleasant company rather than the shame and embarrassment moments earlier, “Alright, Mr. Yuji.”

He laughs in response, his tone rich. “Not exactly what I meant but that will do. Can I walk you home? I’m heading down to town now.”

The offer sounds nice and you probably would have accepted had it not been in the wrong direction, “I actually live in the nurse’s dorms on the property. Thank you for the offer. I enjoyed our chat and hope we will get to talk again in the future.” You give a quick bob of a curtsey as he gives a jaunty wave in return.

“Nice meeting you Miss L/n!” As he turned to make the slow trek down the lane to the main road you couldn’t help but look back at him. He has the strangest hair color. Despite the rarity of the bright orange pink shade it is strikingly familiar.

#jujutsu kaisen #ao3 fanfic #jujustsu kaisen x reader #quinnyficrelated #ao3 writer #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #ryoumen sukuna #okkotsu yuta #yuta okkotsu #dark romance #dubious consent #eventual smut #quinnythelibrary

[gav-san]

I won't get around to this JJK story so I'll post my idea here. Totally a rip-off of some ideas from Twilight Poem but we're here for a good time, not making high art.

Twins, one born with celestial energy, and the other twin born without anything. The celestial twin is favored in the clan until in a terrible accident a cursed spirit manages to infiltrate their clan and steals her eyes, said to hold power beyond compare.

The celestial twin is turned on, and when she and her twin discover that they can utilize cursed spirit energy together, they send the other off to become a sorcerer and find the missing eyes.

The celestial twin is mistreated by the clan and secreted into a temple where no curse can harm a human but can gain strength.

The celestial twin meets a sorcerer named Sukuna, who becomes entranced by the divine power left in her body. He returns often and eventually manages to woo the girl, especially after she heard that her entire clan has tragically died in a terrible fire caused by a rogue curse.

He takes the celestial being in as his bride but makes her promise to never touch him, and to never trust anyone but him. His assistant, Urame, often advises the lady on how to attend to her Lord husband and tells her that the Lord Sukuna cannot touch her until he has 'prepared himself' for her.

Meanwhile, the sister returns to the Clan, having become a powerful sorcerer but discovers the terrible King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna has destroyed her clan and stolen her sister in an attempt to gain immortality.

In a tomb, she discovers the secret manuscripts of Celestial Spirits, and how curses can use them to gain power. They may be killed to gain immense, godlike power, or if they fall in love, procreate and reach ascendance, they may ascend to the celestial realm and become gods.

The sister is able to reduce her spiritual power and sneak into Sukuna's temple, where she returns the eyes to her Celestial sister and tries to tell her the truth and get her to run away with her. But the sister is in love with her husband already, and so the sister forces her to take her eyes, telling her that her husband is a cursed spirit, killed their family, and is planning on killing her. This use of curse power gets the attention of Urame.

Urame has witnessed the interaction, but believing it better for Sukuna to kill the celestial being and take her power, decides to let her see Sukuna from afar. She witnesses him as he holds court with the other feudal lord, and realizes that he is indeed a monstrous cursed spirit and not just a sorcerer who could use them.

In despair, Urame leads her to Sukuna's throne room, where the bodies of countless are stacked to create Sukuna's throne. The Celestial Twin has a breakdown.

Knowing that she'll never escape, unable to live with herself causing the deaths of her family, and being unaware of Sukuna's true nature, she ends her life.

Her sister manages to take the body and burn it, so no other can use the power within. She also ends up unlocking immense power and helps contrive a plot to take down the King of Curses.

...

1,000 years later, two twins are born into a powerful clan. One is born with celestial energy, and the other twin is born without anything. They both work at their alma mater, Jujitsu High, only to stumble upon a young man who decided to eat a certain finger.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x yn #sukuna #jjk sukuna #jjk #heien #romance #bittersweet #friends to lovers #reincarnation #celestialeyes #oc x sukuna #thirst

[sukunasweetheart]

sukuna, but he rips his own heart out like he did in canon, except instead of throwing it away, he gets you to hold it as it beats incessantly, saying “feel that? it’s what you do to me,” while you stare at him in horror. (it’s warm and dense.)

when you tell him to shove it back in, he tells you not to fret, since he can just grow another one ;) what a strange way of saying ‘i love you’

#now that is dark romance #hurting himself for you >>>> hurting you #im sorry if this was kinda outta pocket #sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader

[scarletevening]

sukuna.

yes or no, sukuna + slowburn + risky/taboo romance(reader is a sorcerer) + some smut = new fic?

#sukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna jjk #jjk #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines #jjk fanfic #fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sukuna #jjk smut #jjk romance #jjk poll #please leave requests #please #mwuah #;) #LMAOOOOO

[nanamin-3]

Serendipity. 4

as two childhood friends are reunited, they are presented with a proposition that will tie them together for good. Will they be able to remember the feelings of their youth, or will time have taken its toll and made irreparable changes to each of them?

pairing - sukuna/f. reader

genre - arranged marriage, unrequited love, modernAU, 18+

warnings - profanity, explicit language, smut, sex, angst, fluff, dirty talk, drinking, smoking

Part 3. Part 5

It had been almost two weeks since you had left Sukuna’ s apartment and moved back into your own. At least, you were pretty sure it had been around two weeks. Ever since that day, time had felt like one continuous loop, nothing of worth grabbing your attention more than necessary. You got up, went to work, passed the time staring at the first show that would come up when turning on the t.v. until it was time to go to bed. You would then do the same thing all over again the next day. If you remembered, you’d stop by at the nearest convenience store and buy some noodles to eat sometime during your day. While you were trying to appear as normal as possible, you were not able to fool Shoko for long.

‘Y/N!” Shoko’s stern voice accompanied by her palm slamming down onto your desk shook you awake. Blinking, you looked up at her, muttering “Oh I’m sorry Ieiri. What were you saying?” Her lips pressing into a thin line, she looked at you with narrowed eyes. You straightened, even though you didn’t feel anything, you knew you were about to receive a lecture. “Y/N, you need to buck up,” she said, sighing, “I know how you’re feeling, and you deserve all the time you need to feel better. But being a zombie and going through the day aimlessly is not going to help you. Please tell me what to do.”

You felt tears rolling down your eyes. Weird, you thought you’d be cried out from the first couple of nights but seeing your best friend so worried made you feel even more horrible that you already did. “Shoko, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I’m just sad, I miss him, but I think it’s better if we just stay in separate places.” You offered the most reassuring smile you could muster.

Shoko reached over the desk to hold your hands in hers, making you feel a little bit better. “Y/N, you need to talk to him. I know it’s not as easy as just saying it, but at least if it doesn’t work out, you’ll have that closure.” You nodded, and she reached over to wipe your tears. With a deep sign, you leaned into her hand. “Has he tried to see you?” Shoko asked. You shook your head, rubbing your eyes harshly, “No, he kept calling and texting me, and I just finally answered a text asking him for some time.” You both stayed silent for some time, until Shoko spoke up, “What are we going to do about the event?” Letting out a loud groan, you rubbed your temples and closed your eyes. “Were definitely going, it’ll be Hakari, you and I.”

Shoko stood up to leave to her next meeting, before looking at you nervously. “Are you sure? We can skip it.” Smiling at her loyalty, you shook your head, “Definitely not. This is great for us, so there’s no way that were missing it.” Looking back at you, Shoko started to decline, until you held your hand up, “Don’t worry about it. We’ll be fine! By the way, do you mind if I head home early?” With a smile Shoko nodded, helping you gather your things, “Not at all, we’ll take care of things here for the rest of the day.”

The afternoon air did make you feel better after being in your stuffy office. You planned to go home, eat some noodles, and just lie down until you fell asleep. After walking around aimlessly without paying attention, you noticed you had made your way to Sukuna’s office. Panicking at the possibility of seeing him, you walked over to the first bus stop you saw, and as you waited, kept an eye out on the entrance, ready to make a run for it if you saw him.

As you waited for the next bus, you relaxed, happy that there had been no sign of Sukuna. That was until you saw her, her tall, slim frame and long blonde hair walking out with all the confidence in the world. Yuki looked even more beautiful that the last time you had seen her. All the feelings you had been trying to suppress for the past weeks were slowly but steadily creeping back into you, making you feel choked up. What’s worse, a few steps behind her where your father-in-law, Sukuna and Uraume. All four of them talking animatedly, with Yuki holding on to Sukuna’s arm for some reason.

Luckily, you could see the bus approaching. Looking down, you quickly lined up to board and got on, sitting towards the back of the bus. As you took a few deep breaths, you looked back at the group.

Big mistake. At that moment, you locked eyes with Uraume, whose eyes widened to comical proportions at seeing you there. You could see him trying to pull Sukuna away from the group, keeping his eyes trained on the bus. You quickly leaned back into your seat, trying to conceal yourself amongst the other people. You breathed out a sigh of relief as the bus began to move. As the ride began, you clutched your bags closer to your body, taking deep breaths, as you tried to contain the impending panic attack.

As you stared out the window, you felt the bus slow down for the next stop. You turned to look ahead when you saw Sukuna get on, his eyes scanning the bus quickly for you. You felt the color drain from your face as you knew trying to get off or hiding from him would be impossible. Eventually, you would need to speak to him as Shoko had suggested, so at least this was the most ideal scenario for your state of mind right now.

Once he found you, he quickly walked over to you, and sat down next to you. Both of you did not speak for a few minutes, you were scared that the first words out of your mouth would cause you to start crying.

You couldn’t stand the silence anymore, so as you were about to begin speaking, Sukuna gripped the seat in front of him and turned to you, “Why do you look like shit?” His words made you short circuit. You thought that you knew Sukuna well, even after time apart, so you were beyond shocked that these were the first words he would say to you. “W-what? Are you seriously asking me that?” you stuttered, pouting at his words.

You looked away, upset that apparently your appearance had been falling off the wayside. “God- y-you’re such a prick,” you muttered. But your insecurities began bubbling up, as you touched your face lightly, “I didn’t think I looked that bad.” You felt Sukuna’s hand grab yours and pull it from your face. As you turned to look at him, you saw anger in his eyes, “When was the last time you had proper sleep? Or a proper nap. I can tell you’re not taking care of yourself.”

You quickly brushed a tear you felt rolling down your face, and with a deep sigh turned away from him. “Why did you leave?” Rubbing your eyes, you started before you could lose your edge, “I love you Sukuna, but I know that you don’t feel the same. I was fine with that, because I felt we could still have the friendship we had, but it’s not fair to you. If you want to be with other people, you should be able to.” You felt relief that you were almost to your stop, hoping that he wouldn’t drag this on.

Sukuna stiffened. He knew how you felt, but it was surprising to see him react this way. “Don’t say that.” You looked at him with wide eyes, hurt at his response, but not sure how to continue. You both remained silent while the bus continued.

You turned to look back at him, surprised he had not said anything yet. The way he was looking at you made you nervous, his eyes darkening with some unknown emotion. “My stop is coming up; do you know how to get back to your place?” He only scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Looking up, you saw your stop coming up. You pressed the button and started getting up, Sukuna standing up with you. You both got off the bus in silence and he followed you as you started walking to your building. You stopped outside, turning to look up at him. “Don’t worry about me. You might feel like this right now but I’m sure you’ll be glad things worked out this way.”

Seeing your face set in determination, Sukuna looked at you, wondering what he could do to change your mind. With a deep sigh, he closed his eyes and turned to look at anywhere but you. “What time should I pick you up on Saturday? We are still expected to show up together.”

Humming you opened the door and turned to look at him, “I’ll meet you there. I will go with Hakari and Ieiri. If your father gives you any flack about it, just tell him I had to finish some stuff at work or something.”

You both continued standing quietly by the entrance, when he reached out to you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him. You felt him crush you against him in a hug. You closed your eyes, trying to commit to memory his scent and how his body felt against yours before he let you go.

Once he let you go, you smiled warmly at him, hoping to end this as soon as possible. “Just remember what I told you, brat. Remember how stubborn you are,” Sukuna said with a smirk, turning around and heading towards a car parked nearby. About to call out to him, asking him what he meant, you saw him pull out his cell phone and take a call.

With a frown you turned to head inside and as you walked to the elevator, you pulled out your phone. Pushing the button to your floor, you quickly typed a message to Shoko.

So, I had a talk with Sukuna. Kinda

You chuckled at the bubble popping up almost instantly, with Shoko’s response coming up shortly after.

Wait, what? How, didn’t you just leave?

Once the door opened, you walked over to your door, quickly putting the code in, and walking inside. You dropped all your things at your entrance, and made a beeline for your room, too tired suddenly to eat anything.

Lying down on your bed, you looked at your phone. Sighing, you began typing. You figured any information you withheld; Shoko would eventually find out.

It’s a long story and ill tell you everything tomorrow, but basically, I walked over to their offices, and they saw me, so Sukuna followed me, and we had a small conversation.

Sitting up, you began to take off your clothes, throwing on a large t-shirt and lying back down. You picked up your phone and smiled at the multiple messages coming in from Shoko already.

How in the world this so much happen? He followed you. Jeez, if I didn’t have to meet my parents this evening, I would head over and talk about this. I cannot wait until tomorrow. That big burly jerk in the bus? God, that would have been hilarious to see.

You smiled at her spiraling; you’d need to go in a bit earlier to get some work done before she cornered you for the details. As you felt yourself falling asleep, you heard a ping. Picking up your phone, you saw one message from Shoko.

How do you feel?

You sighed; how much should you tell her without burdening her with your problems?

He’s a jerk, but I miss him. My heart hurts right now.

Feeling a tear roll down your face, you shut off your phone and threw it on the night table. Rolling to the other side, you closed your eyes hoping to fall asleep as fast as you could.

Back in the office, Shoko stared at her phone. She couldn’t believe that Y/N admitted how she was feeling. She knew her friend was really hurting and knew she had to do something to help. Groaning, she began dialing Uraume’ s number. This would be so much easier if both were not so stubborn. Hearing the line go through, Shoko smiled, “Uraume, darling how are you?” His surprised squeal made her chuckle, he always acted nervously around her, so she figured he’d be the best person to help with her plans. “Shoko-san, h-how are you?” Chuckling at his timid tone, she knew this would work perfectly. “I need you to help me with something.”

An hour later, Shoko was sitting at a bar near the office, looking at the door, when she saw Sukuna walk in. With a wave, she called him over. Pulling out the chair next to her, he motioned to the bartender and nodded in greeting. “Hello Ieiri, what’s going on?”

Taking a sip of her drink, Shoko turned her full attention to Sukuna. “I’m sure you know I want to talk about Y/N.” Instantly, Sukuna’s face shot up, looking at her alarmed, “Is she okay?” Smiling, Shoko nodded. “Yes and no. Nothing bad happened to her, but she told me you two spoke, and I’m sure you saw how she looks.” Nodding solemnly, he kept looking at the bar.

With a smile Shoko continued, “Tell me man, do you love her?” Sukuna turned to look at her, surprised at the audacity she had to question him about these things, but admirably because he always had liked Shoko for her attitude and loyalty.

As he was about to speak, Shoko held up her hand. “Before you say anything, I’m not talking about the type of love I have for her, or the type of love you both felt for each other during the early years of your friendship. I’m talking about romantic love, where you are happy when you wake up next to them. Where you’re excited when all their attention is on you, and they are excited to spend time with you.   Where you can wait to tell them about your day and being together and just sitting down, being in each other’s arms is just pure bliss. So, do you love her?”

Turning his body towards Shoko, he started at her intently, before answering, “Yes, I do.”

Smiling, Shoko turned to look straight ahead and smiled, throwing back her whole drink and jumping out of her chair. “Perfect, I am glad to hear that. I’m sure you know that she feels the same way. But, with this I will have enough to go off.” Scoffing, Sukuna turned to look at her, “What does that even mean?” Grabbing her bag, she threw a couple of bills on the counter. “Come to the office tomorrow to see Y/N. She’ll be there.” Sukuna could only sigh, “She does not want to see me, Ieiri.”

With a laugh, she slapped a hand on his back, making him wince, “Say what you want, but if you are done trying, then there’s guys that will jump at the chance. Mainly the guy she works with.” Shoko knew she had hit a nerve when she felt him stiffen. “Get your girl!”

Smiling, he turned to look at her, “Got it. You need a ride somewhere?” Shaking her head, Shoko declined, “No thank you, I’m meeting my parents at a restaurant nearby.”

Nodding, Sukuna turned back towards the bar, “Ill stay here a while then. Thank you, Shoko.” Smiling, she shook her head, “I don’t know the reason why you two have to act this way, but it’d be a shame if you both don’t try at least.”

Sukuna nodded, feeling a knot in his throat. Damn, seeing you had made him feel weak. It had also made him feel happy though. Smiling he took out his phone, fiddling with it. Once he was done, he asked for a refill on his drink, smiling and thinking about the next day.

You hear faint knocking. Trying to tune it out, you put your head under your pillow, but when you realized it was not part of a dream, you slowly sat up. Focusing, you began hearing the knocking more clearly. As you walked to your front door, you looked at the clock by the kitchen, it was not very late, but you were not expecting anyone. Looking through the peephole, you saw it was the doorman. Opening the door quickly, you smiled at the older man, “Hello sir! Is anything wrong?” Smiling he shook his head as he handed you a large bag. “No, no Y/N. No worries, I wanted to let you know that this had come for you.” You took the bad curiously and looking inside you could see a couple of containers and drinks.  “Oh, but I didn’t order anything, maybe this is for someone else?” Shaking his head he continued, “Oh no, this was brought specifically for you. A young man brought this and said your husband sent this for you. I know we usually do not accept things like these, especially if they are not able to provide the apartment number of the person, but I remember this fellow came with your aunt when you moved out.”

Nodding, you smiled. You bowed as he began to walk away before he turned to look at you. “The young man you were standing outside with is your husband?” You nodded, bringing the bag closer to you. “Y/N, please let me know if I’m overstepping, but he seems like a nice man. You can tell he is truly in love with you. Have a good night.” Bowing again, you waved as the elevator doors closed behind him. Once you didn’t see him anymore you went back into your apartment and headed towards the kitchen, placing the bag on the counter.

You began to pull out the containers, your appetite growing with the pleasant smell each container fanned out. Opening the first one, you saw soba noodles and broth. The second container was full of shrimp tempura. The last one had an assortment of dorayaki and green tea cookies. Pulling out a pair of chopsticks, you began to eat the noodles. The taste instantly took you back to your childhood, where anytime you felt sad, Sukuna would take you to eat these items.

You picked up a piece of tempura and took a bite, wiping the tear you felt rolling down your face. You hated to admit it, but the food was making you feel better. After you finished eating, you tidied up the kitchen, and picked up a piece of dorayaki and a couple of cookies and walked back to bed. Feeling restless, you picked up your phone and typed a message to Sukuna before you could regret it.

Thank you for the food, you didn’t have to. It was delicious.

As you settled into bed, you heard your phone ping.

It’s the least I could do. I can at least take care of you this way brat.

Smiling, you closed your eyes, and settled in. You had the most restful sleep you had these past weeks.

The following day, you hurried to catch the elevator at your office. You had woken up extremely late and rushed out picking the first thing your hands touched to wear. As you got into the elevator, you looked at your reflection, wishing your sweater was a little looser and your skirt not as flouncy. Before the doors could completely close, a hand shot through. As the door opened again, Hakari walked in.

You smiled at him, checking your phone for any messages from Shoko. “So, are you ready for Saturday?” you asked Hakari, looking up at him. He nodded, curiously not looking at you. “Uh. Y-yeah, it sounds like a large-scale event so that’ll be exciting. We’ll be able to bring new clients.”

You nodded happily; glad everyone was excited about this. As the elevator stopped at your floor, Hakari held the door open for you. You walked ahead and turned to look for him. You figured the reason why he was acting weird; he was trying -and failing- to not stare at your legs. Damn it.

Trying to navigate the situation, you quickly spoke, “Do you have time right now? I wanted to go over the business plan for some of the companies that Shoko wants to make sure we hit.” He nodded, and you both walked towards your office. Once you reached your office, he opened the door for you, “By the way Y/N, you look really nice.” Turning to look at him in shock, you saw his cheeks flushed. “Oh, t-thank you.” You walked over to your desk quickly, stopping short at seeing Sukuna and Shoko sitting in your couch drinking coffee.

Shoko’s eyes could not get any wider, and the smile on Sukuna’s face was freaking you out. “Yeah, you do,” he said. Shoko looked at the two of you, quickly getting up and pushing Hakari towards the door, “Um…well leave you two alone. Once you’re done Y/N, come over to my office. Hakari and I will be discussing Saturday.” You nodded and began to walk towards your desk. Sitting down, you turned to look at Sukuna.

“Is everything okay?” Getting up, he walked over to you, handing you, his mug. You grabbed it and took a sip, while he walked around to sit in front of you. “Why wouldn’t it be? I wanted to come see you.” You couldn’t help but smile, but also squirmed at the look he was giving you. “I’m sorry about yesterday, that was…childish from my part. We should have met earlier if you wanted to talk,” you muttered, feeling warm as you blushed, “Also, thank you for the food. It was great. I brought some of the cookies if you want any.”

You began digging through your bag when you heard Sukuna let out a loud laugh. Looking up at him, you saw him smiling, “It would be safe to assume there’s no more Dorayaki?” You stuttered, embarrassed at how much he still knew you. “Well…you can’t send me that much and expect for me to not finish it.” With a pout, you tossed the bag of cookies to him, and began turning on your computer. “So, how’s the preparations for the event going?” Sukuna looked at you and smiled, popping a cookie into his mouth.

“Everything is pretty much ready, but that’s not what I wanted to talk about.” You stopped typing and looked at him nervously. “When are you moving back in?” You fidgeted in your seat, not knowing how to begin. “S-Sukuna, like I told you, I don’t think it’s a good idea. We can stay married if you want, but if you don’t feel anything for me, if we live separately, then you- then you can do whatever you want.”

Sukuna groaned, rubbing his eyes with one hand. “Why do you keep saying that? I already told you I am not doing or will do anything with anyone else.”

You could feel anger and annoyance bubbling up inside you. “You know what fine, I believe you. But then can you promise that you’ll be able to talk to me?” With a scoff Sukuna turned away from you, “What is that even supposed to mean.”

You began moving stuff around your desk rather roughly. “Geez, I want you to trust me enough that you can tell me anything. Confide in me and want to tell me things. L-like when we were younger, and we could tell each other everything. I want you to tell me the reason why I can feel you have resentment towards me or…” you tried to continue but couldn’t.

Turning to look at him, Sukuna was looking towards the window avoiding looking at you. This was the reason why the two of you could not live together. No matter how hard you tried, he would never open up enough for you two to have a real relationship. “Stop, you’re getting worked up,” Sukuna muttered.

You wheeled away from your desk in a huff, standing up and walking towards the bathroom in your office. You figured you could wait him out there and he’d get bored and leave. You didn’t count on him following you though, and as you were about to close the door, you saw his hand shoot through and stop the door. Backing up, you looked at him as angrily as you could, he only slipped through and locked the door behind him, looking at you with an amused smirk adorning his face. “You wouldn’t be trying to hide from me if you weren’t so worked up, brat.”

Rolling your eyes, you began to walk towards the door and try and push him aside, when you felt his hand at your arm, turning you and pushing you against the door with his other hand coming up to your jaw. He was looking at you so intently, you couldn’t hold his gaze and looked away. He pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, “You promised you wouldn’t leave me.” Sighing, you closed your eyes and leaned forward, nuzzling into his neck, “And you promised you wouldn’t stray.”

You felt him tense, and all you could do was drily laugh. “Ever since we were married, I have not been with anyone else, I don’t know what you think but- “Sukuna stammered before you covered his mouth. “I know. I’m talking about Yuki. She knows about us and our arrangement and…Why did you tell her anything? You know, I don’t even care if you tell people, but why don’t you talk to me? I’m sure I look like the biggest idiot pining after someone who doesn’t love me,” you finished in a soft voice as fat tears began to roll down your face.

“I never told her anything Y/N. I d-did use to have just casual sex with her but that was it. There’s nothing more.” You tried to untangle yourself from his hold, but he only held on tighter. With a sigh, you continued, “Also, I know you wanted to have sex that time just to get me pregnant, but I would prefer to not have a kid with someone who doesn’t love me. If that is an issue for you, I’ll be more than happy to sign the div- “

You didn’t get to finish, Sukuna leaned down and crashed his lips against yours. You tried to push him away, but you gave up, your heart betraying you and melting into his embrace. Kissing him back, you fisted his shirt, as he kissed along your jaw and down your neck. Bringing his hand up to your jaw, he gripped it almost painfully, as he stared down at you, “I don’t need a reason to fuck you, I do what I want when I want. My god Y/N, I get hard just by looking at you.” With wide eyes, you looked at him, speechless. Pleased you weren’t talking anymore, he came back down to your lips and continued to kiss you.

Deciding to forget about everything for now, you ran your hands up his chest and up to his hair, pulling lightly at the roots. With a grunt, Sukuna leaned into you, pushing you more into the door. He brought one hand down to your breast and began kneading the soft flesh, his fingers quickly finding your nipple and squeezing and pulling the hardening nub, the fabric of your sweater creating delicious friction.

His other hand ran down your body, ending at the bend of your knee and pulling it to hook around his hip. Pushing your skirt up to your hips, he brought his hand to rub at your core, humming happily at feeling you were already soaked. “I told you, your body doesn’t lie. You love it when I touch you.” Pulling away, he kneeled in front of you, pulling your underwear down as he kept eye contact with you. You held onto his shoulder as you stepped out of your thong, too embarrassed to look at him as he eyed the piece of fabric with lust filled eyes.

“Mmm…lace, did you wear it in case you saw me?” he said happily. You shook your head, too embarrassed to speak. Standing up slowly, he tossed the piece of fabric to the sink area and turned back to you.

He began kissing you again, this time softly. Holding you by the waist with one hand, he brought his other hand down to your folds and began caressing lightly, making sure you were soaked. As you began to shift uncomfortably, he pulled your leg up and hooked it around his waist. He then hooked his arm around your leg and began circling your entrance teasingly. Whimpering, you began moving your hips, trying to increase the friction. Smiling, Sukuna began kissing your neck as he dipped a finger into your sopping cunt. He quickly added another thick finger, instantly beginning to move his fingers in a come-hither motion, rubbing against your bundle of nerves. You tried to hold it in as much as possible, but the moan of ecstasy bubbling up in the pit of your stomach escaped your throat noisily.

With a chuckle, Sukuna removed his fingers from inside of you and pecked your lips quickly. You leaned your head against the door, breathing heavily as you saw Sukuna walking towards the sink. “Is that it?” you said drily. Turning to look at him, he was leaning against the sink, with his arms crossed looking at you eagerly. Your eyes traveling down, you saw the impressive tent already in his pants. You rubbed your thighs together at the memory of his cock and that night. You wanted nothing more but to have him inside you.

Taking a deep breath, you began to fix your sweater and as you were pulling your skirt down, Sukuna tsk tsk’d at you, making you turn to look at him. You instantly turned red, as he was sucking indulgently at the fingers that had just been inside you, “were not done yet brat, open up.” Straightening up, you looked at him questioningly, when you felt him push something against your mouth. As you were about to protest, he snuck in something deep into your mouth, almost making you gag. You instantly recognized the texture as your underwear. As you were about to spit them out, Sukuna leaned down and picked you up, pushing you against the door. With a muffled yelp, you threw your arms around his neck, while locking your legs around his waist.

“Whaf are y- “he shut you up by kissing you again. You felt him shift your weight to one arm, as he messed around with his pants, pulling out his erection. You felt it thwap softly against your bare ass. Sukuna shifted you around until he was supporting your weight comfortably. Running his thumb across the slit, he spread the precum around his length, pumping it a few times. Bringing his mouth to your chest, he began to scatter hickies across it, as you ran your fingers across his soft pink locks. You felt him hum in pleasure as he said against your neck, “remember how I told you we’d do more fun things?”

He looked up at your confused face, and before you could make any noise, you felt him run the head of his cock against your folds, pressing against your clit a couple of times, making you snivel. You suddenly felt pressure at your entrance, as he began to slide in. He lowered you onto him slowly, groaning in pleasure as you closed your eyes, whimpering. It was a good thing he had put the underwear in your mouth, with every small shift while he bottomed out, you felt pleasure and were now a whimpering mess.

 Once he was completely in you, he pressed closer to you, touching his forehead to yours. “I’ve only had this pussy once, but its already mine. Did you feel how easily you sucked me in Y/N?” You rolled your hips, trying to get him to move, whimpering. He kissed you, smacking against your lips loudly, “I can feel you clench every time I talk dirty to you. You like it? Are you going to be my pretty slut?” You did not want to admit how turned on you where every time he talked to you like this, so feeling a little more confident now that you had had sex with him, you pressed your heels against his lower back, pushing him in closer to you, and rolling your hips against his. Moaning as you felt your clit rub against his pelvis, you continued rolling your hips, while looking at him pleadingly. Smiling, he brought his hands down to your hips, pinning them against the door. “Look at you. I should fuck you against a window, so everyone can see how much of a slut you are for me. I’m going to make you feel good baby, but I can’t wait until you’re on your knees choking on my cock. I don’t know if I want to paint your tits or your pretty face first. Or we should do it on your desk, that is what the slutty boss of this company would do,” Sukuna hissed, as with every word, you could feel yourself clenching around him. As he made to unlock the door, you held his hand, looking at him with wide eyes, “tell me Y/N, are you mine? Are you my slut?”

You looked at him, nodding fast. Right now, you didn’t care about consequences. With a smile, Sukuna quickly kissed you, and began slamming his hips against yours. You tried to meet his thrusts as best you could, but you could feel almost two weeks of his pent-up anger and frustration in every thrust. His face was buried against your neck, sucking, and biting small marks into your neck. As you felt your orgasm crashing down on you, you began kissing his face tenderly trying to move towards his lips. Sensing what you wanted, Sukuna turned, pressing his lips against yours tenderly and kissing you with love you did not know was real or not.

That did it for you, the band in the pit of your stomach snapped, and you came loudly, moaning as best you could with underwear in your mouth. Sukuna followed shortly after you, his thrust becoming harsher if even possible. You could feel your hips slamming against the door and could only pray no one outside your office could hear anything. All you did was hold on to Sukuna tighter, feeling his breaths becoming more ragged. Before he came, he bit down on your shoulder lightly, almost drawing blood. After a few more thrusts, you felt him still inside of you, and lick your wound before he slowly made his way back to your lips.

He kissed you once more, “Y/N, I need you…” he said, looking pained. You looked down at him, trying to encourage him to continue, when you heard knocking coming from the other side of the door. “Y/N, I-im sorry, I tried to hold off as long as I could, but we need you now.” The unmistakable voice of Shoko, trying to suppress her laughter.

With wide eyes, you tried spitting your underwear out, as Sukuna pulled it out of your mouth quickly. “G-give me a minute Ieiri,” you exclaimed, as Sukuna pulled out of you and put you down gently. Sukuna looked murderous, Shoko had a knack for interrupting in the most inopportune moments. You both could hear giggles on the other side of the door, “Sure, make sure to clean up good.”

You tried to put yourself back together as fast as possible, as Sukuna helped you and tugged your skirt down. As he tucked his dick back into his pants, you looked at him expectantly. “What?” he said, side eyeing you. With a scoff, you looked around for your underwear, “My t-thong, give it to me.”

He looked at you once over, before replying, “Are you coming home?” You looked down, sighing softly, “Sukuna, you know we… you know it’s not good for us. I don’t think I should.” You felt him huff, and looking at himself once over, unlocked the door and was about to step out when he looked back at you, flashing your underwear in one of his big hands, “Then I’m keeping this.” Before you could object, he was walking out of your office, waving at Shoko happily, who was sitting on one of the couches.

You walked out of your bathroom slowly, trying to pretend nothing had happened as best you could. “Wow Y/N, I didn’t think it would escalate that much!” Shoko exclaimed as she broke down in laughter. You felt your face could not get any redder, “Could we please not talk about it? Please Shoko.” Raising her hands, she chuckled, before she headed over to you and linked her arm through yours. “Very well, but we should go see Hakari, we finalized the business plan for Saturday, so we want to run it by you.” Nodding, you began to pull her towards the door when she stopped the both of you. “Um…did you bring make up?” Shaking your head, you looked at her confused. With a laugh, she headed towards her bag and pulled out some concealer. “You might want to put this on, before walking out.”

Groaning you grabbed the tube and walked back towards the bathroom, smiling at the whole situation.

You looked at your reflection one last time. Like a fool, you had put off getting your dress for the event until the last minute, but like always Shoko had pulled through and gotten you something. The light blue tulle dress was lovely, it was sheer, but you had paired it with a bodysuit underneath, which made it look much better. Grabbing a few items to toss into your bag, you heard your phone ping, letting you know that Hakari and Shoko were downstairs.

Making sure you forgot nothing, you headed out and into the elevators. As you walked outside, you saw Hakari standing outside a parked car. Walking over to him, you waved once he saw you. “You clean up well! You look very nice Hakari.” “You look beautiful boss,” with a smile he opened the door for you, and you climbed on. Once Hakari got on, he began driving towards the hotel. “So, are we picking up Shoko?” you said as you began texting her.

“Ieiri mentioned she had something come up, but she will meet us there. She shouldn’t be late.” Nodding, you began texting her.

Is everything okay?

Shoko’s answer was almost instant.

Yes, don’t worry about anything! I should be arriving a little after you guys, but Hakari is the ace here. It’ll be better that he’s there first.

You were glad that nothing bad had happened but were nervous to be arriving only with Hakari. You did not think anything about it, but you knew Sukuna did not like him. Before you knew it, you were pulling up to the hotel and the valet was opening your door. You fixed your dress as Hakari made his way around the car, offering you his arm to go up the steps.

You smiled and you both made your way inside. Once you walked inside the ballroom, you were amazed at the grandeur. Hakari and you made your way to your assigned table, as you looked around for Sukuna. Once you two were sitting down, Hakari quickly looked around, “I’m going to get a drink, want anything?” You nodded, “Yes, gin and tonic.” With a smile, he headed towards the bar.

Strangely, you were feeling nervous. Like the first day at a new school. You figured you’d start doing the rounds as soon as Hakari was back when you heard a squeal behind you.

“Y/N! I really did not think you’d show your face!” Turning around, you saw Yuki standing behind you, looking like a golden statue in her figure-hugging gown. “Hi Yuki, you look very nice.” Getting up, you bowed slightly to her. She let out a peal of laughter, twirling in place, “I know. I look amazing right? But who did you come with? I know not Kuna, so are you here alone?”

At that moment, Hakari walked up, handing you your drink. “Thank you. Ah, Hakari, this is Yuki, she works with Sukuna.” Nodding, Hakari bowed, muttering a hello. “Oh, replacing Sukuna so soon? I had heard you had just moved out maybe one or two weeks ago? Still, quite a nice choice too,” Yuki continued, batting her eyelashes at Hakari.

You both looked at her amusedly, smiling uncomfortably. “Well, have fun you two!” She twirled away, leaving the both of you shocked at the interaction. “Wow, she sure is something,” Hakari muttered, as he sat back down. You chuckled, nodding. As you were about to suggest starting to speak to the other CEOs, another person showed up. “Hakari, Y/N.” The both of you looked up, seeing Sukuna standing there. You flushed, he looked so handsome in his tuxedo. “Sukuna, thank you for inviting us. It’s a great event already” Hakari said. You smiled; you were glad he was trying to keep everything peaceful. “Glad you could make it. I’m sorry but I am going to steal my wife for a moment.” Hakari bowed, as Sukuna held out his hand to you.

Taking his hand, you got up, muttering a quick “ill be back” to Hakari. Instantly, Sukuna pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist. “You look beautiful by the way.” You turned to look up at him, smiling, “You look very handsome too, I like the tie too.”

He turned to look down at you smirking. He seemed to think about something, before he quickly leaned down to peck your lips. You couldn’t help but smile, and turned to look at anywhere but him, your burning red face was embarrassing you. You finally reached the destination, the head table where Sukuna’s father and grandmother were sitting. “Y/N, my darling girl how are you? Goodness, you look so lovely! The two of you are a vision.” Smiling you bowed at them, “Obaachan, thank you. I’m glad to see you well! Hello sir, how are you?” Your father-in-law smiled and bowed. After a few more minutes of small talk, Sukuna cleared his throat, “Well, Y/N and I will be heading back to her table. We will see you guys after.”

A quick farewell later, you both headed to the bar. “Where’s Shoko?” Sukuna asked? Taking a sip of your drink, you looked around, “She had a personal matter to attend to, but she should be here in a while.” Suddenly, Sukuna pulled you towards one of the balconies, dragging you towards a corner. After you looked at him with a confused look, he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, “Its quieter here, and I can have you all to myself. Besides, Hakari can handle it without you.” With a smile you stood next to him, looking out into the city.

The two of you continued drinking in a comfortable silence, when you heard heels clicking behind you. “There you are Kuna!” Yuki’s eyes shone brightly but dimmed a little at seeing you next to him, holding hands.

“Oh Y/N, I guess your back to Kuna, where’s the other guy?” You decided to ignore her, rolling your eyes, and taking another sip of your drink. This seemed to irk her, as she refused to walk away. “What is it, Yuki? I am not needed yet, so Id like to spend some time with my wife.” Hurt flickered quickly through her features, almost imperceptibly. But she recovered fast, looking out into the cityscape.

“Gee, Y/N. I’m very happy that you ended up marrying your childhood love. To know each other so long, each other’s parents also.” Sukuna walked up to Yuki, glaring at her, “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but stop. Leave us.” You looked at the two of them, wondering what could be going on. Sukuna was trying to get her to leave, but Yuki’s face was full of malice now, making you stand a little more behind Sukuna.

With a grin, Yuki continued, “The fact that you got married shows how much you really grew though Kuna. The fact that you forgave Y/N for leaving you alone when your mother died shows how mature you’ve become. I figure people do have their own thing, but if you’ve been friends for so long, I do see your side and why you’d be upset. Even break off the friendship!”

You were shaking, you could even cry because you knew that Yuki was right. If your lifelong friend needed you, you were supposed to drop everything and go to his side. That whole period was blurry in your mind, but that was when you and Sukuna had parted ways. Still, if you loved him as much as you did, shouldn’t you have been able to be by his side?

You could feel the murderous intent radiating off Sukuna, as he stared down at Yuki, who was looking at him with a sly grin. You began to loosen your hold on Sukuna’ s hand, trying to walk away when he turned to look at you, alarmed. “Wait. Let’s go back to our home, we need to talk,” Sukuna said, pushing past Yuki and pulling you into the ballroom.

You were in a daze, trying to decide what to do. Your company needed this, but you really could not take this anymore. You wordlessly followed Sukuna as he pulled you towards the lobby when you both stopped at hearing his name through the speakers. His father and him were being called on-stage to deliver an address to the companies present. You both looked back, as Sukuna cursed, trying to decide if to drag you with him or skip the address altogether.

“You need to go, its okay,” you mumbled. Sukuna turned to look at you, with worry in his eyes. Looking around, he seemed to spot someone and pulled you towards the back of the room. You saw Uraume, standing with the rest of the assistants. He turned to look at the two of you, surprised. “Stay with Y/N. Call me in case of anything.” With that, he stalked over to the stage, not before sending a pleading look your way. You did not want to be there anymore, planning how you could leave before Sukuna came back.

“Uraume, could you get me a drink please?” You felt bad lying to him, he had never been anything but sweet and respectful towards you, but you really needed to leave. You admired his loyalty, he looked around nervously, knowing you looked ready to take off. You wondered what your face must have looked like. “Please, I really need it,” you said, with a sad smile. Nodding, he smiled at you, shooting a look to another assistant, most likely to keep an eye on you, and heading towards the bar.

As soon as you were not able to see him anymore, you turned, heading towards the lobby. You walked as fast as you could, when you heard your name being called off to the side. Turning, you saw Shoko walking over to you, with a worried look in her face. “Ieiri, I need to go, please stay and just take care of everything yeah?” She looked worried, but figured you’d tell her later. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Are you okay though Y/N?” At this, you couldn’t help but breakdown, trying to stifle a sob, throwing your arms around her. “Oh Ieiri, everything is such a mess. All this has been so hard,” you whispered, trying to hold back tears but failing miserably. “Oh Y/N. You know what, it’s a mess outside though, go out to the garden and ill send Hakari to get someone to take you home, I know he knows a couple of the drivers here.”

Nodding, you tried to fix your face the best you could, walking over to the garden as Shoko hurried inside to look for Hakari. Once outside, you walked over to a bench and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one quickly. Luckily, you had snagged another drink when walking out, so you were sporting a nice buzz. You were lighting your second cigarette when you saw Hakari walking towards you. He quickly sat down next to you, offering you a couple of napkins. “Thank you,” you whispered, quickly dabbing your eyes carefully.

You both sat in silence while there was the occasional sniffle from you. After a while Hakari spoke up, “So you want me to get you home?” You nodded, looking at your phone. It had been some time since you had left the ballroom, so Sukuna should be starting to call you soon when he would not be able to find you.

“Okay boss. I have a friend who’s a personal driver. He can be here in 15 mins,” Hakari said, as he quickly sent a message from his phone. You quickly put your things back into your bad, turning to look at Hakari, “You can go back in with Shoko, don’t worry Ill be fine.” You both stood up, and as he was going to walk away, he turned to look at you.

“Y/N, I know I am overstepping, but you don’t deserve this. You should be happy in your relationship, and it pains me to see you like this. Your relationship should make you feel like you’re burning hot all the time.”

You looked at Hakari in shock, surprised at his outburst. “Hakari, I-I don’t know what to say.” He walked closer to you, reaching out and tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “I love you Y/N, and I know how you feel about Sukuna, but if you’re not with him anymore and want to give me a chance, I can promise you, you won’t feel sad anymore. I will make you feel alive, like you’re running a fever.” He chuckled at his cheesiness.

You did not know what to think. At that moment, your possible future was in front of you, asking to consider it and what he could give you; Your past, currently looking for you, refusing to let you go.

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gojo satoru x reader | college au [18+]

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ᰔ pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader (f)

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, mentions of weed, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot

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a/n. if you see any typos, no you don't.

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“And yeah, that’s basically what I’ll ask from him in return,” you say through a mouthful of your cereal in the morning after summarizing the conversation you had with your school’s star soccer player on Instagram last night.

Mina scrolled through the messages as she took another bite of her apple and gave you a questioning look as she set your phone down. “I’m still shocked at the fact that Gojo Satoru, the Gojo Satoru, sent you a message. Also, why does he want to help his horny friend this badly?”

“I don’t know. But will you do it?” You ask her with pleading eyes. “Just one weekend, that’s all it seems like he’s asking for. And then I’ll get what I want from him. You just have to pretend to be interested in his friend for a little bit.”

Mina leans back on the bar stool at the little raised counter in the kitchen. You liked it because it was a little bar space that opened up to the living room, being partially the reason why you convinced her to sign this lease with you. She swallowed before speaking. “I mean, the only reason I didn’t really like his friend that much was because he kept asking me out to a house party instead of an actual date.”

“Yeah, I know, I figured,” you say.

“Also, an 8AM English class is the absolute worst time to hit on someone.” She smiles at you. “But his friend isn’t bad looking. Not exactly my type, maybe a bit too beefy and masculine for me? I don’t know.” She pauses to take another bite of her apple, this time talking through her chewing. “I would say Gojo is more my type.”

He’s probably everyone’s type, you think to yourself. 

“Anyways, yeah, I’ll do it,” she easily agrees. 

“You will?” You gleam at her, your hands clapping together in happiness.

“Yeah, I will. If you think it’ll help you get what you want from him, then I’ll do it,” she smiles at you.

You run over to her, arms curling around her from behind as you say thank you, thank you, thank you and she pats at your forearm for you to ease up on your excessive gratefulness. 

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The weekend rolls around surprisingly fast and the hour that the party’s doors open is steadily approaching. Mina just came home from her work shift and was in the bathroom taking a shower while you sifted through your closet to figure out what to wear. You couldn’t believe you were actually going to an SAE house party. You’ve been to other college parties before, mostly in your first year, but never a fraternity’s, let alone the biggest one on your college campus. Was there some sort of waiting list? Some sort of etiquette that you didn’t know of? Your stomach flips at the prospect.

Your hands pull out a simple black dress that was tucked all the way to the right of your closet. It was a tiny bit wrinkled but it would do. Slipping on the dress, you turned to glance at yourself in the mirror. It had long, skin tight sleeves with a sweetheart neckline and the hem fell to the middle of your thighs, the material soft and silky. You suddenly felt a bit self conscious and ended up taking it off in favor of some ripped blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt instead.

Mina opened the door of the bathroom and stepped into your shared room, wrapped in a towel with her hair clipped up on her head. “Cute fit,” she compliments you as she also makes her way to her closet. “Ugh, I just want to go to bed. Why am I doing this again?”

“Because you love me,” you say.

“Yes, that’s why,” she sighs. She puts on a purple body-con dress that had beautiful sparkles on it, probably more fitting for the club than a house party, but who knows, maybe that ends up being the vibe of the place. 

You both sit on the floor in front of the mirror to do makeup, you finishing first since you wore a little less than her, and you help her draw the wings of her eyeliner. This sort of ritual was always the best before you went out with friends. The getting ready part was almost more fun than the actual going out part. 

A small fight took place between the two of you in terms of who would be designated driver, and Mina finally relents to allowing you to drive. You argued with her that she was doing you a favor, and that if Mina decides she needed some drinks during the night to take the edge off of having to talk to this Gojo Satoru friend, then she should be allowed to do that. Mina grabbed her purse and you grabbed your cross-body fanny pack as well as keys, and you were headed out the door.

As you drove down the street approaching the address, you both noticed a lot of the houses looked very similar with decorative sports flags, gaudy front-lawn decorations, and outside furniture. This was most likely the fraternity house strip of SAE where most of the guys lived and hosted parties. There were living places on campus for the members too, but those were usually for the people that organized the fraternity’s events. Loud approaching bass-boosted music filled the air and it suddenly became challenging navigating through all of the parked cars on the street as the GPS informed you that you were less than 500 feet from your location on the left. You luckily found a spot to park at the cul de sac a little further ahead and then you two were making your way to the house.

“4100, right?” Mina called after you as she shuffled a bit in her heels to catch up, arms crossing over her chest to warm herself up in the cold. You slowed down a bit for her.

“Yeah, this one I guess,” you point up ahead where you spot a group of people approaching the entrance where a guy seemed to be collecting payments. You notice him turn some people away from the door, confirming that there was some sort of screening process for entry, and you’re suddenly a bit anxious.

“Alright, y’all are good to go inside,” the guy at the door chirps to what’s left of the group that lined up before you two. He makes eye contact with you and Mina, straightening himself up a bit. “Ladies! Looking very gorgeous. I like the sort of casual tomboy with the bombshell friend pairing. Can’t say I’ve seen you two around here. Ever been to an SAE party before?”

“Nah, first time,” Mina says as she shivers from the cold.

“Aight, cool, you’ll definitely enjoy it. Ladies enter for free, so go on ahead,” he says, comically gesturing towards the door with both of his arms before he crosses them again and puffs out his chest. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. He has a little name tag that says Itadori Yuuji on it, which you’re almost certain no one even asked him to wear.

As you two make your way inside, you’re instantly reminded of why you hated places like this. Loud music reverberates throughout the entire room as people bustle around everywhere, some people dancing, some people standing, some people walking over to other areas, and a lot of people shamelessly making out. There was a lot more lighting than you were expecting, that sort of warm and dull suburban house lighting that reminds you of your childhood for some reason, but there were flashing lights across the ceiling that gave it more of a party feel. The house was two stories, and the staircase was visible from the entrance, leading up to a hallway at the top with a railing that oversaw the downstairs expanse before stretching out further into unseen territory where you assumed the bedrooms were. Your eyes instantly began scanning the room for any familiar faces, or for one Gojo Satoru. 

“Damn, just the smell of the alcohol alone has me about ready to throw up,” Mina says next to you as she takes a few steps further into the house. You follow behind her as she makes her way into what looks like the kitchen where there’s less people other than those refilling their drinks. She’s quick to pour some vodka into a plastic red solo cup before nonchalantly opening the fridge and pouring some orange juice into it as well. She glances up at you. “Don’t judge me.” You stifle a laugh. 

“Oh shit, sorry man,” a masculine voice behind you says and when you turn around, you’re face to face with quite possibly the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life. 

In all his glory, Gojo Satoru was standing in front of you. Just as the prophecy foretold, he was tall, at least an entire head above you, and irritatingly gorgeous. He was wearing gray sweatpants, untied drawstrings loosely hanging, with a black short-sleeved shirt that was tight around his biceps and lazily tucked into his waistband just at the front. He was holding two drinks in his hands, one clearly with some spillage as droplets fell from the base of it onto the tile of the kitchen, and his piercing blue eyes behind his tacky HO-HO party glasses widened at the sight of you. The guy behind him, who you assumed was the one he was apologizing to just a second ago, gave him a solid slap on the back and muttered a you’re good, dude before turning the corner back into the core of the party, leaving the three of you alone in the kitchen. 

You heard Mina cough a little behind you and you watched as Gojo’s eyes quickly darted to her.

“No way,” you hear Gojo mutter under his breath as he walks past you and makes his way around the kitchen island, setting the drinks in his hand down on the counter. “You’re Mina, right? I’m Gojo Satoru,” he says as if not everyone on campus knows who he is, and sticks his hand out for her to shake and she hesitantly shakes it. “Thanks for coming.” 

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Mina said, shooting you a glance. 

He then turns around and makes his way to you again, hand outstretched for you to shake, and you hesitantly do so as well. You immediately notice how the tips of his fingers feel calloused. “Hey, I’m Gojo Satoru. You’re y/n, right?” 

You nodded, for some reason unable to find your voice, and he peers over the ‘O’s on his glasses to look at you. His eyes were like the sparkling ocean under the sun, a tantalizing shade that sailors probably yearned for during long nights out at sea before they went overboard, chasing after sirens, and eventually drowning. Yikes, that got dark for some reason. But there was something dark about his eyes, too. “Yeah.”

He leans down closer to you, his mouth near your ear, and the fragrance of freshly-washed laundry consumes you. “Thanks, I owe you one. Find me later, ‘kay?” he whispers and you can feel his breath on your neck. The movement has your cheeks embarrassingly burning before he’s pulling away from you. He turns to Mina again. “You’ve met my friend Todo, right? He’s about sixty ounces deep into an insane round of beer pong, you wanna watch?” Gojo asks her with a weirdly wholesome smile on his face.

“How charming…” Mina says as she reluctantly walks over to him, giving you a darting look, and then he’s leading her out into the living room. You stand there in the kitchen, leaning against the island, finally noticing how fast your heart was beating. 

I mean, you knew he would be handsome. You saw all his Instagram pictures, and all the school advertising for the soccer team with his face all over it plastered practically around every corner on campus, but this was your first time seeing him in person and you hated how breathtaking he was. Like, how can people just casually be in his presence? You figured the only way was that they eventually get used to the way he just commands a room when he walks in. You wonder if you’ll ever feel relaxed in his vicinity. Part of you wishes you didn’t fight Mina so hard to be designated driver because now you were itching for a drink to calm your nerves. 

As a group of girls make their way into the kitchen, giggling about something some guy had said to one of them, you suddenly feel a little alone and make your way out into the living room as well. Your hands play with the strap of the fanny pack slung across your chest and just people-watch for a bit. Spotting the game of beer pong over in the corner, you see Mina watching with a bored expression and you let out a small laugh. The man at the end of the table had a ping pong ball in his hand, and you immediately identified him as this Todo guy. Mina’s description was pretty spot on, definitely beefy and masculine, and he was the only one in that corner that had his shirt off for some reason.

He aimed for the opposing side’s remaining two cups of beer, the ball looking comically tiny in his large hand, and when he threw it the ball landed right in one of the cups. A look of excitement flashed across his face before a bunch of the guys started smacking his chest, yelling something like “has to be a bounce shot, dude” and he suddenly looked agitated all over again. A small smile makes its way on Mina’s face and you’re surprised to see it. 

Standing next to her was Gojo, tall and his presence imposing, as he silently watched the rowdy game with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and back leaned against the wall. There was a curious expression on his face and you tilted your head to the side, enjoying the moment to just study him for a little bit. 

“I like your fanny pack,” you hear a voice say from behind you that has you twirling around. You look up and find yourself staring at yet another handsome man. This one had dark black hair that was tied up into a man bun with some short tendrils of hair falling onto one side of his forehead.

“Oh, thanks,” you say awkwardly.

“Where are my manners? I’m Geto Suguru, nice to meet you,” he says as he stretches the hand that was not occupied by his drink out to you. 

You shook his hand, noticing calluses on his fingers too. “Nice to meet you, too. I’m y/n. What’s with everyone here and shaking hands? I feel like I’m at a job interview.”

The man in front of you chuckles. “You’re funny,” he says. “Haven’t seen you around here. Which sorority are you in?”

“Oh, uh, I’m not in one. I live with my friend Mina about 20 minutes from campus,” you awkwardly say.

A slightly surprised expression flashes across his face as he nods slowly and you can see it in his face that he’s searching his brain for a follow-up question when someone behind him taps his shoulder.

“Hey, Suguru, do you know what time practice is tomorrow? Itadori-kun swears it’s at three, but I have a meeting at that time, so if that’s true then I’m screwed,” the guy behind Geto says. Sigh. Once again handsome. He was tall, had broad shoulders, and cleanly styled blonde hair with a sharp jaw that made him look like he just stepped out of a James Bond movie.

“Pretty sure it’s at six. I’d check with Satoru, though,” he jutted his chin over in the direction of the beer pong table. “Oh, this is y/n by the way. She’s not in a sorority, but she lives 10 minutes away from campus.” Geto steps to the side a little and the blonde stranger steps into his space.

“20 minutes,” you correct him and this time, you’re the one to stretch your hand out. The man in front of you shakes it, and once again you notice calluses. This must have to do with soccer, then. His handshake was firm, short, and intentional, and you could tell he was probably studying a respectable major. 

“I’m Nanami Kento, but just call me Kento,” he says in a smooth voice. “Excuse me,” he says and he’s making his way past you over to the beer pong table. 

Geto’s glance falls on you again, but suddenly feeling awkward you excuse yourself from him to go use the restroom. You haven’t had this much social interaction in a long time and you needed to get away from the noise for a second. As you make your way past the kitchen into a narrow hallway, you realize you have no idea where the restroom is. One of the door handles has a sock on it, gross, so you ignore it all together. You finally reach a door that could potentially be a restroom, and you’re overjoyed that you don’t hear any voices inside when you knock on it. You allow yourself inside and close the door behind you. 

The bathroom was surprisingly well-kept from what you expect of a frat house. There’s about three different toothbrushes in a round plastic tin on the counter of the sink, but you’re sure that there’s more than three guys that live here so there must be another bathroom upstairs too. Glancing at your reflection, you notice that some of your mascara has smudged a little so you use your finger to wipe the excess off and then you reapply a thin layer of lip balm over your lips. You contemplate actually taking a piss, but you realize you don’t really need to. With a few deep breaths, you’re out into the hallway and almost make it back into the kitchen before bumping into a certain white-haired man at the kitchen entrance.

“Oh, hey, fancy seeing you here again,” Gojo says with a grin and your eye twitches slightly. He was still wearing those HO-HO glasses (Christmas was literally over three months ago) and this time there were some sort of black painted lines underneath both of his eyes. He was extremely hot but definitely somewhat unserious about his appearance.  

Gojo glances down at your empty hands and tips his head to the side a little. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Uhh, water?” You offer.

He lets out a laugh, his hand flying to his stomach, and you realize he thinks you're joking. When your expression doesn’t budge, his smile drops. “Seriously?”

“I’m DD for Mina,” you say as you walk around him and make it into the kitchen where you find a pitcher of water. Your heart still races a bit at the sight of Gojo, but you enjoy the peace and quiet that the kitchen provides you away from the party around the corner. 

“So, y/n,” you hear Gojo say behind you. You’re not quite used to hearing your name casually roll off his tongue. He’s suddenly at your side, leaning back against the edge of the island and crossing his arms as he looks down at you to watch you pour your water. It takes everything in you to not glance over at how nice the muscles of his arms probably look across his chest. “What exactly are those terms and conditions you spoke of?”

Your face flushes slightly. You remind yourself that this is the man that you were Instagram DMing at two in the morning earlier this week. It feels weird, considering at the time he seemed more like a made-up character in your mind but now that you’ve actually met him, you realize that he is indeed a living, breathing, real person. When you take a sip of your water, you realize just how parched you really are. 

“Okay, hold on a sec, there’s no way you’re just drinking water all night long. There’s some non-alcoholic punch in the other room. Be right back,” he says and he’s gone from your side. You miss the heat from his body. 

He returns shortly after with a cup of punch in his hands and slides it to you across the counter. You grip onto it and stare into the deep red liquid. 

“Okay, so,” he says as he leans back against the counter again, this time a bit closer so his arm was brushing against your shoulder. Your skin burns at the contact. “Your terms and conditions?”

You found it a bit odd that he was so adamant to satisfy these conditions of yours, considering he already won. You had successfully brought Mina to the party, and it seemed like she was getting along with his friend Todo. It shouldn’t really matter what you wanted from him anymore. You suppose that maybe he was just a man of his word. 

You sigh, remaining facing the counter of the island as you glance at all the types of alcoholic bottles and cans laid out on it. “Well, my request is pretty simple.”

“Hmm,” you hear him hum inquisitively beside you.

You finally turn to face him and you instinctively put a hand over your heart as though to reprimand it to stop beating so fast in his presence. He notices the movement. “I want you to get me onto the soccer field at a few of your practices or games so I can take film photos of the players.” 

Gojo takes his HO-HO glasses off and sets them down on the counter, a serious expression on his face. You notice how nice his eyelashes are. 

“Your terms and conditions are…that you want me to help you take photos of a bunch of sweaty dudes?” he asks. “You’re kinda freaky.”

You roll your eyes and send him an annoyed look. “They’re not for me, they’re for one of my class assignments. I’m taking this film photography class, and my professor is obsessed with the school’s soccer team. Pretty much all of his lectures start with goal-by-goal breakdowns of your guys’ most recent game. If I submit some stellar-looking film photos of the action on the field, he’d give me a good grade and a good letter of recommendation.” You notice Gojo tense up slightly in front of you. “I’m trying to get into this one graduate program.” 

You watch his chest rise and fall with a deep breath as he turns his head to look away from you and instead look straight ahead at the fridge. Long lashes flutter against the top of his cheeks every time he blinks. His arms that were crossed at his chest rise a little as he shrugs. “Yeah, I guess I can do that for you.”

You can’t control the smile that spreads across your face when he acquiesces. This was a really good opportunity for you. You pick up the punch that he gave you and almost bring it to your lips when he speaks again, interrupting the motion.

“Your pictures are pretty good, by the way,” he says, still staring straight forward at the fridge.

Your mouth gapes slightly. “How have you seen my photos?”

He looks down at you, an eyebrow raised. “I follow you on Instagram, dummy. Also, you never followed me back.”

You’re standing there a little stunned at the conversation. He speaks to you so casually as if you haven’t just met him tonight. “Sorry, I only really follow back my friends…”

“Are we not friends?” It’s your turn to let out a laugh, thinking he’s joking, only to realize he’s not.

“I’ve literally just met you…speaking of, I should probably pour my own drink,” you say as you slide the punch back onto the counter top over to him and turn away to head in the direction he had gone to retrieve it for you. You hear him mutter an ouch from behind you at the implied accusation you just made but you remind yourself that this man is essentially a stranger to you, and the only things you know about him are things you’ve heard from other strangers. 

You spot Mina still by the beer pong table, this time heavily invested in the game and she even flirtatiously blows on Todo’s ping pong ball for good luck before he chucks it at the opposing teams’ cups, entirely missing, but Mina reaches up to place a kiss on his cheek regardless. Your jaw drops at the sight. She was going to be answering a lot of your questions in the morning. 

You find the punch table, pour yourself some, and realize that it was indeed non-alcoholic and pretty damn good. Mina finally makes eye contact with you from across the room and she leaves the table to make her way to you.

“Y/n! OMG, I was lookin’ for you, girl!” She sounded a bit tipsy. “What time is it? I totally forgot I have a stupid discussion post thingy due at midnight.”

You pull your phone out of your fanny pack and read the time that says 11:12PM. It was still a bit early to leave a party, but you supposed it was up to Mina. “It’s 11:12PM. There’s no traffic so it would probably just take us around 10-15 minutes to get home. You wanna leave?”

She sighs and turns around to look at Todo, who was giving her a sleazy look and mouthing what’s wrong, babe? Mina shakes her head at him pitifully and then turns her head back to you with sulking shoulders. “Yeah…stupid professor making those posts 25% of our entire grade…”

You laughed and made sure she grabbed her purse before you two headed towards the exit. You bumped into Geto again on your way out and gave him a polite goodbye and then you two were out of the door, loud party noises getting further and further as you made it to the car. Mina trailed a bit behind you but eventually made it over to the passenger side door. You unlocked the car and she made it inside, but before you do the same, your phone pings with a notification from Instagram.

|| 11:16PM Gojo Satoru: I’ll let you know our practice and game schedule for the next week. Just let me know what times you’re interested in stopping by

A small twinge of excitement fills your chest and you’re suddenly feeling some sort of high as you slide into the driver’s seat of the car. Mina’s mumbling something like turn on the heateeerrr beside you, and you put the car in drive then take the two of you home.

a/n. apologies for any formatting errors since i'm copy/pastin from my ao3! i've tried to manually fix them all but i'm too lazy to read the whole thing to fix it lol. hope you enjoyed!

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Scars are Beautiful

Summary: Gojo sees you doubting yourself in front of the mirror.

Genre: fluff - this is a short drabble.

Characters: Gojo Satoru x female reader

WARNINGS: scars, nudity? cursing.

There was a party tonight.

You were in your shared room with Gojo, and he was still out having fun with his students. You, on the other hand, were trying to pick an outfit because you wanted to look good.

But picking an outfit isn't easy, especially if you're a jujutsu sorcerer who has plenty of scars on her body. There was so much you wanted to hide, but you also wanted to show a bit of skin.

You sighed as you looked at the dress on you. It was an open back, so that's clearly a no, seeing as you have the most scars on your back. You could also see the scar between your chest that went straight down to your navel from that time you were presumed dead and Shoko was about to start the autopsy when you came back alive.

You sighed. Maybe you'll just wear a turtle neck and jeans for tonight.

"Babe?"

You didn't hear Gojo come back. You took off the dress and tossed it to the side, wearing his sweater and leggings.

"Hi, baby." You smiled meekly and kissed his cheek. "I didn't hear you come in."

He kissed you and sat next to you on the bed, "Hm, I was going to surprise you, but decided not to."

"Good call."

Gojo smiled and looked at the pile of dresses in the corner. "So, what will you be wearing tonight?"

You sighed again, laying down on the bed. "Probably just a sweater and some jeans.."

Gojo rubbed the sides of your thighs. "You're not going to wear that dress you got? I remember you're so excited to wear it."

"Yeah, but.. I don't know, it doesn't look good on me."

"Babe, that's nonsense!" He argued and moved to look you in the eye, removing his blindfold. "I've seen you in that dress, you look amazing."

You didn't answer him.

Gojo took the dress and helped you sit up. "Try it on for me?"

You sighed and took off the sweater you were wearing to try the dress again. It's not like wearing it a second or third time is going to change your mind..

Your mouth pursed as you saw your reflection in the mirror. Look at all the scars, the stretchmarks... You covered your chest to hide the biggest scar you had.

Gojo stood behind you, his arms circled around your waist and he rested his head on your shoulder. "Don't cover it up. That scar.. all of your scars.. whenever I see them, I'm reminded of how strong you are." He kissed your shoulder. "Every time you get struck down, you always get back up. And I find that fucking hot."

You smiled at his words. "Satoru, you're too sweet. You don't have to say those things."

"No, but I mean it." He looked at your naked back and also saw the scars. He knelt down and kissed every scar he could see. "I love this scar... and this one.. and this other one.."

You giggled as his kisses made you ticklish. "Okay, okay, I get it."

Gojo smiled and pulled you into his arms. "If you don't feel comfortable wearing the dress, that's okay. But I don't want you to think you can't wear the dress because of your scars. You can wear anything you want and look fucking gorgeous."

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[xxnghtclls]

Permission

Chapter 33

(Chapter 32; Chapter 34)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

The Chosen One

”No.” he sneers his lips at you, before he turns on his heels and starts walking back to the shrine.

“What do you mean “no”?” you imitate his voice, as you tap after him. “They’re celebrating you.”

He doesn’t respond, just waving his hand at you in a dismissing way. You gather some speed and grab his bottom left hand. He stops and throws you a pissed glance.

“Maybe they have food?” you ask carefully. He doesn’t answer. “Seasoned… meat?” you try to be as cute as possible, giving him doe eyes. “Please?”

The corners of his lips twitch in a suppressed grin, before he rolls his eyes at you and wordlessly walks back into your direction.

Yes!

Happiness spreads in your chest, as he walks past you. You don’t let go of his hand, feeling the soft skin of his palm against your tiny fingers, before you notice his nails. Your eyes widen in horror, letting go of them as if they’re poisonous, as you remember the trails your very own nails left on his exposed back. Blood pumps into your ears and cheeks.

“What about your back? They’re gonna-“

“We’re going!” he interrupts your nervous blabbering in a serious tone, while he keeps walking.

Fuck!

You nervously bite the insides of your cheeks, thinking about the consequences of your actions.

Everyone’s gonna see it.

You slam your hand against your forehead, while following your King through the forest a few steps behind him.

The music turns louder and louder, the more you approach the village. Different scents crawl into your nose, smoke, meat, fish, sweets. The sky turns yellow from the torches and lights that are illuminating the scene. Trees turn into silhouettes, as you finally see a big festival happening between them. After a few more steps, you leave the forest and… you’re there.

Standing to the right of Sukuna, your eyes grow wide, looking everywhere. There’s food, musicians, dancers, lanterns. People are celebrating, drinking and eating.

“Oh dear.” you snort as you spot some kind of statue standing on an altar, having four arms and an angry grin. It looks like a goblin.

“Yea.” he sneers, visibly not pleased about the lack of resemblance and obviously not seeing this kind of homage to him for the first time.

“THE KING! THE KING HIMSELF!” suddenly a voice from a man echoes through the scene. You notice Sukuna rolling his eyes, before he turns to where the voice comes from.

The man runs to the both of you. It’s the same man who begged for help in the audience. You lower your gaze, as soon as you recognise him.

“PLEASE! Your majesty…” he says, before you see him nodding at you in the corner of your eye “…and company. Please be our guests! Drink and eat and celebrate as much as you like!”

“Get lost.” Sukuna says and the man looses the colour on his face, chuckles insecurely, bows down and steps away again, making your King huff. He leans down to your ear.

“Good girl.” he mumbles, before he starts to walk into the crowd. Your cunt responds with a tingle to his words, while your cheeks proudly paint themself in a dark shade of red, before you start to follow him.

The music is very rhythmic, heroic drums reach your ears and you love it. It suits him.

You make your way through the people, aiming for a booth where meat is prepared. As you walk, you notice a lot of the people admiring Sukuna. Women, too. Some start to whisper and giggle to each other whenever they see his back.

Hhhhhhggg

Ears as red as fire, you lower your head even more and want to sink into the ground. Sukuna notices your shame.

“See? They like my little souvenir.” he smirks.

“It doesn’t help that you’re twice as tall as everyone else here. Everyone can see what I’ve done to you.” you complain. He chuckles, obviously enjoying your shame more than you wish.

“So dramatic.” he coos.

“How do you feel being ripped into shreds by a mere mortal like me?” your dramatic tone increases. “Those flesh wounds must hurt.”

“It’s fine.” he says, before stopping you in your tracks and leaning down and whispering at your face. “A keepsake, reminding me of how good I fucked you.”

Why did I ask him to come here?

Your heart flutters heavily at his words. Wetness pooling once again between your thighs. He cocks his eyebrow and takes a sniff, before a shit eating grin forms on his mouth.

“I see, you agree with me.”

Asshole.

“Master Sukuna!” a familiar voice appears behind you. Sukuna doesn’t react, keeps grinning into your embarrassed eyes for a second, before he raises his head again.

“Uraume.” he says, you and him nodding to them, as they lower their head.

“I didn’t expect you here, y/n.” they say, before they turn to Sukuna. “I almost had the impression you wouldn’t attend the festivities this time, Master Sukuna.”

“I had some urgent business to attend first.” he says casually, as if that urgent business didn’t mean that he fucked your brain to mush. Sukuna turns around and continues his way to the meat booth. You don’t dare to look at Uraume, yet feel them looking at you, as you bite your lips.

They start to walk past you and follow Sukuna and you tipple after them.

You arrive at the booth and the cook offers you three small plates of delicious smelling meat along with three small bowls of fresh rice. Although you’re starving, you don’t want to be rude and wait until Sukuna takes one of the plate along with the chopsticks.

I’ve never seen him eat with chopsticks before.

He looks at you and then to the plates, wordlessly ordering you to take one of them, before he takes a bite. You take it, bowing to the cook in gratitude, before you try the food. A wholesome feeling shoots through you, as you taste the incredible well seasoned pork on your tongue. Uraume denies the food.

“You instructed the cook well.” Sukuna says after swallowing the last slice of his plate, before he takes Uraumes portion.

“Thank you, Master Sukuna. Enjoy your meal. I will now excuse myself and see you later.” they bow their head “Y/n.” Then they vanish back into the crowd.

“I had the impression you never ate prepared meat before I cooked it for you in the woods. Why do you keep eating it raw?” you question him. He cocks his eyebrow at you.

“I never said I didn’t.” he smirks with a voice that melts in your ears. “Uraume cooks it best, but they have other business to do.” he keeps munching. “Those other bitches can’t cook, so I rather take it raw.”

You hum at his answer… and feel so happy about his insult.

Bitches.

“Mhmm.” you pick up your second slice about to eat it. “… how do you refer to me when I’m not around?” you tease him. His smirk grows wider, the wrinkles on his eyes increasing, as he keeps chewing, focused on his now empty second plate.

God.

He looks so good.

Your King doesn’t answer, instead he steals the last slice of meat on your plate with his chopsticks and shoves it in his mouth.

“Oy!” you exclaim. You don’t like sharing food when you’re hungry.

Asshole.

“Don’t “oy” me, Princess.” he grins at you, intimidating in a way, before he casually leaves the booth you were standing at. You hastily shove some rice into your mouth, thank the cook again, before you follow him through the crowd.

People are everywhere, you have to tipple and excuse your way through the crowd, in order to catch up to him. If he wasn’t so tall, you would’ve lost sight to him by now.

“My King!” you call him, hoping he would hear and wait for you.

Boom!

Another firework flies up into the air behind you. Your attention is caught and your eyes wander up into the sky to see it explode into a million pieces.

“Pretty!” you breathe, while stumbling further into Sukunas direction, not taking your eyes off the vanishing fireworks.

Step.

You bump into him. Face against the skin of his left side.

Ouch.

Apparently he indeed stopped and turned around to wait for you. A dull pain drives through your nose, before you look up to him. He sneers at you, before he turns back around and continues his way.

The scene around you is very loud, not only the chatter and laughter of people, but also the music. You notice the dancers, groups of men and women, each of them holding a sensu in their hand, moving it so elegantly, throwing it into the air and catching it back into their hands, their steps and moves so elegantly but fierce at the same time. On the opposite side of the dancers, you notice another podium. This one offers enough space for a handful of people to stand on it, pillars rise up from the corners, decorated with leaf carrying branches.

“Princess.” his voice interrupts your analysis of the place. You turn to him, only to see him offering you a small ceramic cup.

Sake!

“Oh.” your eyes grow big in curiosity and anxiety at the same time, as you carefully take it with both hands.

It’s warm.

Enjoying the warm feeling on your hands, you think about having never tried it before. You look up to him, seeing him taking a sip already, keeping his bottom pair of eyes fixated on you. Looking back to your own cup, you chew on your lips, while you remember the last time being drunk. His hand reaches your sight, before his index finger delicately pushes against the bottom of your cup. Your hands obey and rise the cup for your mouth.

Despite watching Sukuna before, you swallow it all at once and the warm alcohol burns down your throat, making you cough and your eyes wet. Sukuna watches and rises his eyebrow at you.

“What?” you feel your cheeks already heating up.

“Thirsty.” he sneers.

“How else am I supposed to drink it? The cup’s so tiiiny!” you babble, ignoring what he just said. “It’s all just. Gone.” you emphasise your words, with your hands and eyes.

Sukuna watches your already drunk behaviour with half lidded eyes, as a hungry smirk creeps on his face, before he takes another sip. Your heart squeezes, before the alcohol crawls into your legs. Having not eaten much today, it’s no wonder it spreads in your body quickly.

You place the empty cup on the table Sukuna got it from and ask for another. Your King stands right next to you, watching the crowd and dancers, while you get your next cup. After another sip, you start to feel dizzy.

“I have to sit down somewhere.” you sigh to yourself and start walking to a nearby area, a bit hidden next to the booths where you spotted a bench, leaving Sukuna standing there, not even waiting for his reaction.

You sit down and sigh, as you keep watching the dancers, the cooks in the booths and the flickering in the lanterns. It’s new for you to experience these kinds of things as a normal visitor.

The festivities in your village were way smaller and you never could enjoy what was happening. Either you were not even allowed to go or you had to work behind the scenes.

You kick your feet, while you take another sip. A feeling of contentment spreads in your gut, a feeling of joy and peace. Closing your eyes, you raise your head, as you keep listening to the sounds, as you keep smelling the scents. Your cheeks are tingling, as well as your legs, almost feeling like you’re floating on a boat.

Suddenly you feel someone sit down right next to you. Opening your eyes, you look to your right, ready to lean your head against Sukuna, when you notice: it isn’t Sukuna. You flinch, the picture in front of you is swimming. A young man, which you have not expected sitting there. He smiles at you and your mushy brain tells you to smile back.

“Do you enjoy the festivities?” he seems to be nice and you’re overwhelmed. You nod, before you retrieve your smile and squint at him, not sure what you should say or if you should talk to him at all anyway. He chuckles at your behaviour, his eyes jumping down to your cup of sake and back to your eyes.

“Would you mind to have another dri-“

“You have two seconds.” Sukuna’s threatening voice interrupts him.

The poor man can’t even react in time, before Sukuna just shoves him off that bench and sits down right next to you. Your King throws him a threatening glance, as the man stumbles to the ground and quickly hurries away.

It all happens too fast for your drunk brain, that you just accept what just happened. Sukuna leans forward, supporting himself on his elbows on his thighs, before you softly poke your right index finger into his side. He doesn’t react and you look down to your cup.

“I apologise for leaving you at the booth.” you sigh, fiddling with the ceramic. He throws you a glance over his shoulder, before he turns back forward.

“It’s fine.” he grumbles.

You sigh another time, your brain running circles, before you let your head lean against his side. He stays silent and you know he very much wasn’t pleased seeing your interaction with this man.

“Don’t be mad at me.” you pout, trying to soothe your angry King.

Suddenly a woman steps in front of Sukuna, making you quickly retrieve your head from his side, sitting back straight. As soon as you see the womans face, you blink.

She’s beautiful.

“Master Sukuna” her voice as smooth as butter. “I would like to thank you for your duty as our King.” She kneels down before him, lowers her head and offers him a folded sensu.

You watch how Sukuna watches her and jealousy crawls up your gut. He nods and accepts her gift with a smirk and takes the sensu.

Why did I never make him a gift?

You get angry at yourself.

She gets up again, bows and before she leaves, she leans in and whispers something in his ear, making his smirk grow.

You chug your remaining sake in one angry go.

After she’s gone, Sukuna fiddles with the sensu, folding it open, revealing a beautiful red and blue pattern, feeling the material, before he closes it again.

Enough.

You turn away.

“How do you like it?” he mumbles, referring to the hand fan.

“It’s fine.” you grumble. “I hope it will provide you the coooldest breeze.”

You hear him huff softly behind your back, before the sensu reaches your eyesight. Looking at it and back to Sukuna, he motions it to you.

“Take it.” he says, making you frown.

“It’s yours.” you sneer, your vision still blurry.

“Now it’s a gift for you.” his voice suddenly smooth in contrast to his grumpy attitude from before. You blink and take the sensu, your fingers brushing against his in the process, before you turn your back to him again.

“Don’t you wanna know what she told me?” he teases you.

“Did she ask you to come visit her in her chambers?” the alcohol keeps burning on your cheeks, your vision keeps swimming.

He grabs you by your chin and harshly turns your face around to him. After a second of just looking at you, he whispers.

“She told me how pretty the woman is who is sitting right next to me.” his eyes dancing between your eyes and lips, as the hungry smirk crawls back into his face. “And she’s right... Do you have any idea how pretty you look with those eyes of yours?”

Your face flushes red, drunk ears listening to his words, being not the words that you expected to hear.

“The way I have to contain myself to not drag you up that podium and fuck you for everyone to see. For everyone and that stupid little bastard from earlier to see, that you’re mine and only mine. How dares he speaking to you just like that?”

Pressing your thighs together at his words, you sigh into his hold, almost melting into his hold, as another batch of fireworks starts shooting.

“Do it.” your shy cheeks are burning and your cunt is tingling, his possessive behaviour so hot to you. His lip twitches at your words.

“Don’t tempt me.” he hisses.

Boom!

“What about a kiss then?” you tease, making him cock his eyebrow at you. Your voice turns seductive. “…I bet you’re not even brave enough to kiss me in the middle of the crowd.”

His lip twitches once again and you just stare at him for a second, before you stand up, your jaw leaving his grip. You walk back into the celebrating crowd, swaying your hips with every step. It doesn’t take long, before you feel his huge presence go after you. Step by step, you walk between the people, while he’s walking a few meters behind you, like a predator sneaking up behind its prey.

Step by step.

Boom!

The alcohol in your blood makes situation this so exciting, the wetness between your thighs so dripping.

Suddenly someone bumps into you. You stumble to your right, making you loose your sensu.

Quickly you kneel down, but Sukuna grabs it first. Standing back up, you see the excitement in his eyes, his pupils blown so wide, eager to prove you otherwise, as he kneels right in front of you. With one swing of his hand, he folds the fan open and places it next to your cheek, covering one side of your face. Sukuna gently holds your chin with his upper left hand and leans in.

Boom!

Everyone around you looks up to the biggest explosion of this evening. A beautiful shrine like pattern paints the sky, as his lips gently find yours. Heart skips a beat, as you reach for his hand that’s holding the sensu. Hiding below the lights and behind the fan, his lips glide so smoothly against yours. Your breath is knocked out of you, as his tongue licks against yours, before he breaks the kiss again.

“You lost.” he breathes with a grin against your lips and you don’t care. A smile spreads on your face, as he leans back and you drown in his eyes, the reflections of the fading lights in the sky sparkling in them.

A loving feeling overwhelms you and you jump forward, letting your arms fall around his neck. You almost lose balance, before you feel him putting his hand against the small of your back.

“Do you have any idea how pretty you look with those eyes of yours, my love?” you sigh into his ear, squeezing him tight. He purrs and you feel his nails dig into your back, before you realise what you just said, as suddenly the drums grow loud.

Bong. Bong. Bong.

You flinch, quickly retracting your arms from his neck.

In a steady pace, they keep drumming, while Sukuna loosens his grip on you and rises back to his feet. People are already looking at the both of you and you quickly unfold the sensu and hide your face behind it. Heat rises to your face, still embarrassed about what you just called him, before a loud voice echoes through your ears.

“King Ryomen Sukuna! Please be our guest and come up here! Enjoy the ceremony!”

Bong. Bong. Bong.

His eyes pierce into your for one more second, before he turns around and makes his way to the podium. Quickly fanning yourself some air, you step aside, as people gather behind you with goods in their hands.

You watch him climbing up the few stairs that lead up to the wooden podium and sitting down on it’s surface. Uraume walks up and comes to a halt right next to him. A servant walks by and throws a black cape over his shoulders.

Bong. Bong. Bong.

Silence.

The drums stopped, only the crackle of the torches reach your ear.

“Your Majesty! Please accept our gifts of goodwill and gratitude. You blessed us with peace and fortune, we will be forever in your debt.” the man says, while people build a queue and start to carry their goods to the podium. Crops, fruits, dried meat, jewellery, fabrics. You watch them, one by one take a step forward and bow to him, laying their gifts at the bottom of the stairs. Uraume is waiting patiently with a lowered gaze. People around you watch the ceremony in a reverent manner, like he’s a god. You seek his gaze, his face rather stoic, even a bit intimidating and bothered, before you notice that the eyes of his mask are looking into your direction.

To you.

As soon as you realise, you smile and bow your head to your King as well. After a moment you raise your head back up, only to see him break eye contact with you and focus on the people in front of him. One after another lay their precious possessions at the feet of your King. After roughly half an hour, you notice a group of five young women forming at the end of the queue. They are all pretty looking and nervousness spreads in your gut, as you remember the words the bitch told you.

A prize.

They follow the queue, until the last person carefully laid down their gift to the bottom of the stairs.

“Now that we offered you our gratitude, please honour us and choose a woman! A woman suitable for a King.” the man comments, while the women gather up in front of the podium.

No! No No No No No!

She’s not right. She’s not right.

You look to Sukuna, his eyes fixated on them and only them. All of the women have their head lowered, standing so religious in front of him. Your breath grows nervous. Everyone looks at your King in suspense, before Sukuna raises his head, staring at each of them. After a moment on contemplation, he opens his mouth a little and licks his teeth, a smirk crawling onto his lips. He looks hungry.

No! Not again!

Being a prize is better than being garbage.

Your heart is beating in your throat, as you watch the fingers of his hand that’s been resting on his left knee fiddle with each other and you notice his bottom right eye looking at you for a second. After a moment, he raises his index finger to point at the one in the middle.

The people applaud and cheer.

“A wonderful choice. May she serve you for her lifetime. Who knows, maybe even as a Queen?” the man chuckles, while the woman steps forward onto the podium.

Nausea comes over you and you feel like you need to throw up.

“Excuse me.” you say to the people around you, while you quickly leave the event, heart beating out of your chest.

The bitch can’t be right…

You hurry in between the houses standing close to the forest, away from the people and spew on the ground. Coughing and shaking, you don’t know what to do or feel.

“She can’t be right.” you mumble. “He’s not bored of me. I’m not garbage…” you chant to yourself, trying to reset your brain from the low self esteem you’re feeling.

Heartache.

“Your majesty, we do have a lot more to offer y-…uh?” you hear the man say in the distance, as you throw up another time. You stare at the ground in a delirium, while holding on to the side of the house to your left.

You hate that you’re feeling like this, despite how sweetly he acted towards you this whole evening. Her words messed up your brain.

“Oy, Princess!” the voice you love comes up behind you.

Your face feels numb from the anxiety, but you try to overplay it.

“Just got sick from the sake I guess.” you say, before spitting.

He knows when I lie to him.

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be up there.” you complain to distract him from the situation.

He looks at you for a second, before he grabs your wrist and drags you back into the forest.

“What are you-?”

“We’re leaving.” he growls.

Your eyes are fixated on his hand on your wrist, not knowing how to react, not knowing what to say. Looking down to the dark ground, you listen to the leaves and twigs cracking under your feet, until you finally reach the meadow in front of the shrine again.

The sounds of the festivities grow silent in the distance.

Sukuna keeps dragging you to the shrine, but you notice he’s not going for the entrance. Going to the right side of the shrine, he stops. You look at him questioningly. Without explaining anything, he leans down to you and lifts you up.

Huh?

You just function and your hands find the edge of the shrines roof. With a push, he shoves you on the elevated surface. You climb further on the roof, carefully using the spikes that protrude there, until you reach the top. The curved roof converges on a long broad wooden beam. You sit and look back to Sukuna. With a jump, he holds on to the edge and hoists himself up. You watch him climb to the top of the roof like you did, his four arms almost making him look like a monkey while he does so, the sight causing you to suppress a grin.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing.” you lie and turn your back to him. “What are we doing here?”

He sighs loudly, before he sits down on the wooden beam behind you and lays on his back. You notice and turn around to see what he’s doing. His right leg is up with his foot resting on the surface, while he lets his left leg dangling down the side of the roof.

“Enjoying the silence.” he says calmly, while closing his eyes. You blink and smile to yourself, wondering if he did this for you. Leaning down, your back finds its way to the wooden surface as well, your head finding its place right next to his.

Some moments pass in silence. You watch the sky and the stars and wonder if he does too or keeps his eyes closed. The situation from earlier however, still sits in your mind.

“She’s pretty.” you start in a quiet voice. “I would’ve chosen her, too.”

He huffs amused.

“Really?” you hear him smirk. “Mhm… Interesting.”

“Don’t you think she’s pretty enough to be your queen?” you ask.

“Would you like that?” he smirks.

“No… I would strangle her in her sleep.” you answer in a serious tone, while closing your eyes. “Then you can eat her. You looked so hungry while choosing her anyway.”

He snorts and chuckles loudly at your words, making you feel his head move next to yours. You smile along, glad that you could make him laugh.

“You watched very closely.” he adds.

“I did.” you say quietly, smile fading. A weird mix of happiness and sadness fills your stomach, making you chew on your lip.

“Do they always offer you a bunch of women, hoping one of them to become your Queen?” your voice quiet again.

“Mh Mh.” he hums in confirmation.

“They have good intentions, wanting a Queen for their King.” you chuckle nervously.

„They’re a bunch of fools.“ he sneers. “And you are, too.”

Ouch.

The sounds of feet on grass reach your ears and you elevate your head to look down to the meadow. You see Uraume and the chosen girl walk back to the shrine. Having their hands full, they carry a lot of the good that were offered to Sukuna. Uraume seems to explain her something, probably the same things they explained to you when you arrived. You watch them for a moment and look back to Sukuna laying next to you, until you lay down again and the emotions in your gut keep building and building.

Feeling happy, that he’s here with you despite choosing her. Feeling sad, that he chose her despite having you.

And now she’s on her way, walking right into the shrine.

Your lips start to tremble and you sit up, as suddenly your emotions overflow and tears fall from your eyes. The rest of the alcohol in your blood doesn’t help with this situation at all. In fact it’s making it worse.

“Why’re you crying?” Sukuna’s eyes bore into your back, as you sniff and wipe away your tears.

“I can’t say.” you sob, while the palm of your hand swipes over your right eye, feeling ashamed that your brain and the bitch is making you feel so insecure.

Sukuna smacks his lips in annoyance, before he looks up into the sky again.

“Stop it.” he demands, his strict voice punches you hard in your guts.

Sniff.

But after a moment, it somehow eases your mind, brings you back to the here and now.

He’s here with me.

With me and only me.

Right now.

Slowly, you calm down and grow quiet again.

“You looked fierce on the battlefield.” he continues, making you turn around to him. “Using that bow and arrow suited you. So stand proud… and stop crying.”

He’s looking to the sky, while he says his words and hearing them makes you want to bawl your eyes out even more.

“Ok.” you swallow your tears and lay back down, while he grumbles in response.

Sniff.

A moment passes, before you tilt your head a little bit and look up to the moon. It’s shining so bright onto the two of you.

He didn’t want to go to the festival in the first place…

“While you were gone, did you look up and watch the moon sometime?” you ask him.

“I did.” he whispers, making your heart ache. The reminder, that not only you longed for him, but he also longed for you.

“Me too.” you breathe.

”I know.” he answers quietly, making your heart skip a beat, before it starts racing.

The stars keep shining down on both of you, as you watch the sky, while your heart keeps beating heavily in your chest. Just you and him laying there, just feeling his existence and yours, just feeling the warmth of his face next to yours. Thoughts tingle in your mind.

Stand proud.

Boom!

Another firework.

Maybe the last one.

“Sukuna…” you breathe. Heart racing, as you keep thinking, while staring on the dark blue, glittering space above your head. Eyes dancing between the stars and sparkles that you see. His face softly tilts against yours, waiting for you to speak, while you ponder. Trembling fingers start fiddling gently with the fabric of your kimono, before you inhale, before your lips start moving.

“I love you.”

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To Eternity: Sukuna x Reader

👹🏅#3 Sukuna x Reader

The Goddess of Death, out of boredom, came once again to this odd reality full of curses and chaos. She left in the Dark Age when all of sudden the fun was ended by the Jujutsu Sorcerers. However, this place caught her attention again due to a single person.

What might happen when the King of Curse finally encounters the Goddess he searched for so many years?

Sukuna Ryomen x Female Reader 🔞

Read it on Wattpad, by yn_pilsuk.

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