one of those (crazy girls) ft. sukuna ryomen
☆ warnings: cheater!sukuna x fem!reader, mentions of sex, cheating, established relationship for like two seconds, slight angst??, break ups, sukuna is a shitty piece of shit, reader isn't having it, crazy!reader but also not really bc???, sukuna lovessss you, but realized it too late. fuck sukuna!!! but fuck ;) sukuna
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cheating ex!sukuna who can't bring himself to admit that he regrets what he did to you.
he's not ashamed of the person he is, he just hates that you had to experience it.
the man is evil and lacks empathy, running through girls like he's getting paid to do so and in a way he is.
his dick gets wet, he has a pretty girl to touch him and tell him things that he's never been told. he accepts the love he knows he doesn't deserve and in return he'll make you feel good, but only until the next one stumbles into his life with no knowledge of what they're getting into.
sure, maybe you lasted a little longer than the rest and yes, maybe he did start to enjoy the moments in between all of the chaos with you, but he is a man at heart.
the night you found messages of invites to his home sent to another girl, you wanted to jump him.
you didn't cry and you didn't beg for an explanation. you waited for him to walk out of the bathroom, all sexy and unbothered, ready to crawl into your bed like he didn't plan on fucking another girl once you left.
with rage, you allowed yourself three solid seconds to admire what was currently your boyfriend. his dyed hair falling messily into his face, scarlet eyes staring back at you, tattoos crawling over every inch of him and by the time you noticed his erection in his sweats, you already reached zero.
before he could process his unlocked phone in your hands, it was flying at his face with unmatched speed.
"what the actual fuck? are you-"
"am i swaddled in a blanket right now? do i have a crib and toys in my room?" you sarcastically quizzed him, tapping at your chin in fake curiosity.
"no. i fucking don't because i wasn't born yesterday, you lying piece of shit."
sukuna groaned, dragging large hands down his face despite the blood that dripped from his nose.
"baby-" he starts his performance just as you're picking up his ipad to throw at his stupid face, figuring that nothing compliments a busted nose like a black eye.
the object instead slides from your grip as he quickly moved towards you, pinning you down to his bed solely to avoid another injury.
"get the fuck off of me, cheating prick!" your knee jerked up in between his legs, crashing against the right place for him to release you.
he's swearing and fussing under his breath as you gather your things, and other objects belonging to him that you'd been eyeing anyways.
with all of your shit held impressively in between your fingers, and a few of his shoved into your bag, you marched out of his door.
"you're being crazy." he called out from behind you, a slight limp in his walk. "you're not even gonna let me explain?"
sukuna smacked his lips at the middle finger you gave him, mumbling about how "stubborn" and "dramatic" you were.
"explain to your insurance company why you need all four of your limbs replaced." the door swings open and he doesn't even try to chase you down his steps.
"you'll be back." he taunted from his doorstep not expecting you to spin around with the most insane eyes he's ever seen in a woman.
"oh, i will. and i'm gonna make your life fucking hell, ryomen." you threaten and then you're gone before he can even scoff at your audacity.
he quickly learns that that was no threat, but a promise.
it starts with him having to get his tires replaced, big slits in all but one, just enough for his insurance to deny coverage.
just as he gets back and he's in the drive thru of some shitty fast food restaurant, his wallet is empty and all four of his cards are found broken in half in his cup holder.
he ended up using apple pay, but the act was petty and was the last thing he needed after your little tire slashing performance.
if the last two accidents didn't have his head pounding and his jaw clenched, then his front porch covered in baby oil and thumbtacks did.
sukuna went to bed that night with soft skin and over twenty holes in his ass.
that was just the morning after he'd broken your heart.
the next week was the same bullshit, just on different days.
his brain had subconsciously formulated a list of every way you'd made his life difficult and just how many more things you could possibly come up with.
the funny, chill girl he was sharing spit and straws with just 13 days ago was long gone and now replaced with the most evil, conniving person he'd ever encountered that wasn't himself.
his call of duty account was recently logged into, all of his progress now deleted and a weeks paycheck used to buy unnecessary add ons.
his instagram username was changed from the simple sukunaryo to cheater.w.a.tinydick over night which was more funny than it was annoying considering the amount of times you'd sob while he fucked you into his sheets.
his friends had to notify him about his recent post that he had no recollection of making just to find a selfie of you with his cat in YOUR home. he arrived home to his door knob knocked off and his cat lazily licking itself on the couch.
and no, he didn't call the cops. this was the only way he knew you were somewhere around and as fucked up as it was, sukuna would rather wake up to everything he owned damaged than to see you doing better without him.
his tires were slashed, again.
you were posted on your story with the girls he planned on fucking every other day and he couldn't for the life of him figure out how you even managed to find them.
a photo of the two of you burned on his doorstep first thing in the morning as he left for work.
instant mashed potatoes and forks were spread around his entire yard.
a delivery box filled with fleas from some exotic pet website was removed from his mailbox.
not even from the semi-harmless torture he'd been subjected to. just the pissy realization that he fucking wanted you, and bad.
he wanted your crazy ass in his arms and not in his yard. disturb his peace if you want to!!! just do it while in his life and by his side!
sukuna feels more insane than he had said you were. you fucked with him so much that even in his dreams you were there, releasing rats into his living room or glueing his nostrils shut just to wake up unable to breathe bc his thermostat was set to 80 degrees in the middle of summer.
right when he had enough and finally put his ego aside to pick up his new phone, he was receiving a call from none other than you.
he answered almost immediately, nearly breaking his thumb to pick up. his heart was racing and he couldn't believe you cracked first, still fully prepared to apologize and woo you back into his life.
if his busted windows, stolen designer jewelry, and stabbed ass didn't hurt his self-esteem, then the sight of his own friend face down in your pussy did.
"i warned youuu." you sung, ending the call, knowing full well that he wouldn't.
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