"they're just allegations. right?" pt. 3
wherein the reader goes on a date and the boys discover they were much happier when it was only a hypothetical.
tw : mutual pining, jealousy, denial, bruised egos, reader is having fun and that's somehow everyone's problem.
part 1 part 2
a/n : FIRST OF ALL??? 😭
i genuinely did NOT expect this silly little series to blow up this much this quickly T_T thank you all so much for the likes, reblogs, comments, and for collectively enabling me.
i'm giving every single one of you a big fat wet kiss on the forehead.
ANYWAY. here's your highly requested part 3 tehehe <3
what do we think???
++ i've looove jealousy, esp on jjk men ( yeah i need help, ik shush ) so im so so glad im getting to write more of these, im definitely thinking of a mini series just for jealous smaus hehe ++ feel free to drop your requests if you have any !
"they're just allegations. right?" pt. 3
wherein the reader goes on a date and the boys discover they were much happier when it was only a hypothetical.
tw : mutual pining, jealousy, denial, bruised egos, reader is having fun and that's somehow everyone's problem.
part 1 part 2
a/n : FIRST OF ALL??? 😭
i genuinely did NOT expect this silly little series to blow up this much this quickly T_T thank you all so much for the likes, reblogs, comments, and for collectively enabling me.
i'm giving every single one of you a big fat wet kiss on the forehead.
ANYWAY. here's your highly requested part 3 tehehe <3
what do we think???
++ i've looove jealousy, esp on jjk men ( yeah i need help, ik shush ) so im so so glad im getting to write more of these, im definitely thinking of a mini series just for jealous smaus hehe ++ feel free to drop your requests if you have any !
SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
"now, when you said let's meet up, i didn't think you meant immediately."
geto had his hands stuffed in his pockets, standing outside your front door in the middle of the night. glasses on, hair fully tied in a bun and extremely tired. who could blame him? it's 3am.
"i'm sorry," you reply, leaning on your doorway. "i just can't get it out of my mind."
you move, allowing him to step in.
"this couldn't have been a phone call?" he asks.
"i don't know," you shrug, closing the door. you leaned against it like you did with sukuna before he devoured you fully. "i really don't know what to feel right now."
geto and you sit on the couch in the dark, the moonlight bathing into the room in streams.
"what's going on?" he asks.
"i take it shoko and utahime didn't tell you what happened when they went drinking at shoko's place," you say.
geto shakes his head.
you sit cross-legged on your couch, facing the guy. you're antsy, playing with the material of the couch. ever since shoko and utahime added you in that group chat and accidentally confessed what sukuna had said, your mind has been riddled with anxiety.
"he said he loves me."
geto nods, "i thought so."
"what do you mean?"
"never seen him act like this with a woman like he does with you," geto explains. "i mean, not this extreme. what's your problem now?"
"i have two minds. one is telling me to talk to him and the other is telling me to wait for his move."
"and, you want me to...?"
"convince me on what you think is the best," you reply.
geto purses his lips for a second, "i can't do that."
"why not? you have to!" you plead urgently.
geto sighs, "i can't."
you lean your head back on the couch, a long exhale leaving you. the burden still stays strong on you. it's pointless. all of this is pointless. you've drawn a web so intricate around you that you can't escape. your mind is full of sukuna—what is he doing right now, how does he feel and how much you've hurt him.
"i will say," geto states. "don't forget the pain he caused you."
you lift your head, "true. but i can't help being drawn towards it."
"y/n, you said you wouldn't fold. you said you didn't want to back down. there's a reason you started this and you have to see it through," geto explains. "get played or be played."
"i'm so sick of it!" you exclaim. "why is it so hard just to be loved? why do i have to play all these games just for him to accept that he wants me?"
"should've thought of that before you got involved with him."
"i can't believe i called you for help."
a couple of moments of silence passes.
you can't sleep. even if you forced yourself, sleep didn't find you and wrap you with its sweet embrace. you were forced to stay awake and think the situation over and over. this temporary insomnia will kill ypu one day. what if you'd waken up before he left that morning? could you have convinced him?
yet, you're so angry at him for doing this to you. promising words as he was inside you, sweet kisses that came from a wrathful mouth and the way he held you—god, you miss that man so much.
even so, you're here, stung by him.
you know he cares. but what is taking him so fucking long?
"he needs to lose you before he realises," geto says.
"fuck, i can't do it anymore," you reply, shaking your head.
you reach for your phone.
geto extends his arm quickly and throws it behind him on the couch, "don't give in."
your mind's a flurry, an indignant hurricane pleasured by your confusion.
"i don't know what to do."
geto nods, reaching a hand out to hold your shoulder, "i know it's hard but if you give in, this is a cycle that's going to continue. you can't be chasing after him forever. it has to stop now."
geto's right.
as much as you liked chasing him, doing it again seemed too exhausting. it'll only cause more confusion and conflict between the two of you.
"listen," geto begins. "let's take it all the way. he's racing the day after, against gojo, and i guarantee if we show up together, you'll get what you've been wanting."
the idea does perk an interest in you. doubt overshadows, "will he?"
"you have my guarantee. i don't give those out to anybody, you know? if it doesn't work out, you can do whatever you want."
at this stage, you might as well give it your all.
the final try.
you nod at him.
"ready to go in all the way?" he asks.
"i'm ready."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE ★ early update because i have the biggest headache known to mankind and i have to SLEEP.
SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
"they're just allegations. right?" pt.2
context : a few weeks later, the story isn't posted by shoko, it's posted by you. the boys spent weeks insisting pictures didn't mean anything, unfortunately for them, those arguments become significantly harder to make when you're the one posting the evidence.
tw : implied feelings, mutual pining, denial isn't just a river in egypt, consequences of your own actions, jealousy, accidental hypocrisy, reader using their own words against them, slight angst, shoko watching from the sidelines with popcorn.
includes : gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna
part 1
"they're just allegations. right?" pt.2
wherein a few weeks later, the story isn't posted by shoko, it's posted by you. the boys spent weeks insisting pictures didn't mean anything, unfortunately for them, those arguments become significantly harder to make when you're the one posting the evidence.
tw : implied feelings, mutual pining, denial isn't just a river in egypt, consequences of your own actions, jealousy, accidental hypocrisy, reader using their own words against them, slight angst, shoko watching from the sidelines with popcorn.
includes : gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna
part 1
i would love to have a long-distance girlfriend that i only see like four times a year, we do a lot of phone sex and when we finally meet up she just fucks me dumb and then gives me a bunch of kisses 🤗🤗
AUTHOR'S NOTE ★ so sorry for leaving u guys i crashed out so many times this week but we up!! also semester break finally started for me so i'll be able to hopefully finish this soon! ALSO, i saw someone copy me lwk with this LOL just really funny behaviour
SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
a piece for @junebugonjupiter's Jealousy in June event!
prompts:
1) glaring down anyone who looks at their partner
11) "I could treat you so much better than them"
13) reader is sick/hurt
tags:
Jake x f!reader x Neytiri; Jake and Neytiri being overprotective; icky ex bothering you (inspired by my own ex lmao); reader is sick; fluff and comfort; takes place shortly after Avatar 2009
wc: 2.5k
You were miserable.
A ravaging headache pulsed behind your forehead and radiated down your temples, circling your head; your nose was far too stuffy to breathe though, and leaked like a water gourd with a hole in the bottom (or, as Jake said, 'a faucet'. You still didn't really understand what a 'faucet' was).
Your ears rang, every joint in your body ached, and you wanted nothing more than to lay under something cold, be left alone, and sleep until these terrible symptoms went away.
Unfortunately for you, your mates were determined to make you suffer more (tend to you).
All of this because your pa'li had gotten spooked and thrown you into a muddy, deep puddle in the middle of a rainstorm, right as eclipse was falling.
You had to walk back to kelultral, dirty and soaked to the bone, and by the time you got back to your worried mates, you were growing feverish and losing coordination in your limbs.
Now, here you sat a few days later, bundled up in three hides and placed at the very front row of the communal fire. Sure, you usually sat at the front due to Jake being olo'eyktan, but they wanted you as close as reasonably and safely possible, insisting on keeping you warm.
Jake told you that, back on his planet, they would call it 'sweating it out'. Neytiri had given him side-eye for it and muttered something about skypeople being too stupid to know how to treat a cold, and refused to hear it when he claimed that human methods were actually similar to Na'vi methods.
You could only blink slowly as they bickered, too weak to fight off Neytiri's coddling tendencies. Being tsakarem meant she knew every way to treat a minor illness and was going to use all of them to nurse you back to health.
It was already rare for your mates to leave you alone. You always had either one or both by your side, the two keen on keeping you safe, sometimes to the point of being a little overbearing. Unlike them, you weren't a fighter. Yes, you passed your iknimaya, got your own ikran, survived the uniltaron, but you were a homebody at heart. You found that you were most joyous when spending time in your shared kelku with your spouses, or sitting in community circles while working on crafts of all sorts.
Despite how busy they were as olo'eyktan and tsakarem, they made plenty of time for you.
At present, however, you were alone. An immensely rare occurrence.
Jake had been pulled away by a distraught clan member, and Neytiri went to make a soothing tea for the ache in your throat. You, meanwhile, were resignedly munching on teylu, something that would be easy on your stomach while nutritious enough to aid in your healing. Jake had also promised to return with soup when he finished helping out the clan member.
You didn't want to eat, feeling queasy and sleepy, but you knew your mates would borderline shove the food down your throat if you didn't. It was simply easier to eat it by yourself.
While you waited for them to return, you chewed slowly and fantasized about laying in your hammock between your mates, bundled up and snuggled and—
"Olo'eyktan and tsakarem should be ashamed of themselves."
You jumped, startled by the noise, and looked up to see…
A familiar face, actually, albeit not one you were very keen on seeing.
Your ex.
Years ago, before you met Jake Sully, and you and Neytiri were still tip-toeing around each other, Keo'tu asked to court you. While you were hesitant, you could think of no reason to deny him. You were fond of Neytiri, immensely so, but it's not like you were courting each other.
At first, Keo'tu was doting.
He was tender and soft and sweet, visiting you often through the day and always bringing you gifts, from beads for your hair to a particularly shiny river rock, those strong reeds you mentioned needing to gather at some point, and even a large, soft fur hide. The early stages of your courting were lovely.
But then, he began to drift away. Dismiss you more often, fail to upkeep his promises. On two separate occasions, he left you waiting on him for several hours outside of Hometree after he said he'd help you gather berries for dye, worry and impatience wearing you thin. When you returned to Hometree in the evening, having spent all day anxiously rooted in place, you found him with his friends, laughing loudly and without a care.
All you ever got from confronting him was 'sorry, yawnetu. I changed my mind.'
You finally broke things off when you found him flirting with another girl after standing you up again. The image of him coiling a strand of her hair around his finger while leaning close to her, laughing as she pawed at his chest, had been seared into your mind.
And now, he was here.
Keo'tu stood beside you, looking down at you with a furrow in his brow and a hint of sneer, though you couldn't tell if it was directed at you or not. He still had that glint in his eyes that made it seem like he was always scheming something, and based on how he chose to visit you now of all times, when you were apart from your mates, you suspected he was.
"What?" You rasped out, blinking dumbly at his words.
Many Omatikaya were not pleased when Jake took the mantle of olo'eyktan after the second Great Sorrow came to an end, and Keo'tu was one of them, outspoken and loud in his opinion that a tawtute should never have been the one to claim leadership over Na'vi. It was his kind that brought the Time of Great Sorrow in the first place, after all.
While you understood his views, Jake had proven himself time and again to be a trustworthy ally to the People. He even gave up his vrrtep form to fully become one of the People, and had worked tirelessly since then to atone for the sins of his kind, and his own. He was a good leader, effective and efficient in guiding your clan to rebuild what had been lost and destroyed in the war.
He was trying. That is what mattered to you.
But to folks like Keo'tu, it wasn't enough.
Even among the clan, he was seen as a bit of an extremist, often found glaring at Jake and mumbling about how he should have been sent to the Great Mother, or had his kuru taken as penance.
Fewer and fewer agreed with him, nowadays. As time went on, more Na'vi began to See and trust Jake. He didn't sit back on his ass and command others on what to do; Jake was front and center on everything, from helping build new homes, to overseeing hunting parties to obtain resources for the clan.
Everything he did was out of consideration of the People. He made oaths to the clan, and upheld those oaths.
But Keo'tu could never look past their differences. All he ever saw was a human playing pretend. Neytiri, too, was not exempt from his ire. A traitor, in his eyes.
"They should be ashamed of themselves," Keo'tu repeated himself as he dropped into a crouch, piercing eyes holding yours. "Leaving their sick mate all by herself."
Anger flared hot and bright, indignation surfacing through your fever in a blaze that only made the pressure in your head worsen.
"How dare you—" you began.
"I'm just saying," he interrupted. "I'd never leave my mate to fend for herself when she's clearly incapable of doing anything."
His backhanded retort had you jerking away from him as if he'd struck you.
You bared your teeth at him, wrapping your hides tighter around yourself. "You have no right to speak that way of my mates, Keo'tu," you spat out his name like it was bitter rind on your tongue. "Have you forgotten how you were more than happy to leave me in the forest, alone, when you were courting me?"
He scoffed, offended. "Come on, paskalin. Surely you aren't still hung up on that, are you? That was years ago. I'm a changed man."
You were, in fact, still hung up on it.
For the duration of your courtship with him, you gave him so much of your time and affection. You did so much for him, and in return, you got a flaky, manipulative partner. Every day, you thanked the Great Mother that you did not end up mating with him, knowing you would've been deeply miserable if you had.
And still, he had the audacity to tell you to move past it when he refused to see past the person Jake used to be. Demands forgiveness, yet will not give it.
And you knew that he would bring up faults of your own at any possible moment, saying he desired no apologies, but would not let you forget any tiny mistake you made. Whatever it took to make him seem like the bigger, better person.
"Just leave me alone, Keo'tu," you pleaded stuffily, turning away from him. Whatever appetite you possessed vanished entirely by his presence, but you continued eating you teylu, if only to have something to do, a way to ignore your ex's existence.
He clicked his tongue, the sound making your hackles rise.
"There's no need to be so hostile," he crooned, his voice making your food completely inedible. Giving up, you put it down on your wooden plate and buried your face into your knees, hides working overtime to protect you from his vileness. "Come with me, ma'yawnetu. I will take care of you."
You snarled at him. "Do not call me that."
He grinned, undeterred. He pried the edges of the hides from your clammy, weakened fingers, and locked a solid, tight palm around your wrist, squeezing harshly.
"Ouch!" You yelped as he pulled. "Let me go!"
"I can treat you so much better than them," he cooed, sickly sweet.
Nausea turned your stomach nearly inside out, disgust rankling up your spine. Your fever pitched, head swimming as rage and indignity swarmed you in crushing waves.
You opened your mouth to chew him out (and possibly literally bite a chunk out of him), spite at the tip of your tongue—
A hand ripping Keo'tu's from you caused the words to die before they formed, and your head snapped up to find Neytiri hovering over you, her sharp eyes glaring unblinkingly at Keo'tu as she threw his hand away.
Behind Keo'tu, a shadow formed, a silhouette carved against the light of the bonfire. He visibly paled, and turned slowly to look over his shoulder up at your olo'eyktan.
Backlit by the fire, the only parts of Jake comfortably visible were his tanhì and his golden eyes, which seemed to glow like they had a fire of their own within. Shadowed, he cut an intimidating image, yet all you felt was relief.
Your mates were here.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jake growled out, voice a low rumble in his chest that reminded you of a palulukan. Were it not for the bowl of soup in his hand, even you might have found yourself a bit nervous at his tone.
Keo'tu jumped to his feet, stumbling back a step away from Jake, closer to you. Neytiri hissed loudly at him, and he jolted, hurrying in a different direction.
"JakeSul— olo'eyktan," Keo'tu quickly corrected himself, bringing his fingers to his forehead in respect. "Oel ngati kameie."
Jake did not return the gesture, his small eyes narrowed into menacing slits. Wordlessly, he passed the bowl to Neytiri, who immediately took to coddling you, pressing the edge of the bowl to your lips. It was a bit difficult to pay attention to the soup, though, given how focused you were on Jake.
Evidently, you wouldn't eat it, so she carefully set the bowl down.
"What are you doing here?" Jake spoke quietly as to not raise a fuss, but his words were laced with something that screamed danger. A warning.
Keo'tu began to speak, his voice cracking under the pressure. Clearing his throat, he tried again, saying, "I— I was just checking on her, olo'eyktan. I was worried."
Jake's nose twitched, the bridge close to wrinkling. "What? Think we can't take care of our mate?"
Keo'tu stammered. "No, no, that's not… I did not mean to offend."
Jake clearly did not believe the fumbling man. You wondered what happened to Keo'tu's confidence, where all that ire towards the clan's leader went.
"I've seen you 'round, lookin' at my girl," Jake said, taking a slow step towards your ex. The People gathered nearby quieted their chatter, eyes drawn to the scene. "Eyein' 'er like a piece of meat. That what ya think of 'er? Huh?"
"Of— of course not," Keo'tu attempted to defend himself, hands raised placatingly. "I only—"
"You only, what? Thought you could get away with harassin' 'er?" Jake sneered. "Maybe I should kick you outta the clan, have you exiled."
Keo'tu's hands tightened into fists, sweat beading at his brow. "Is this because of my views on you, JakeSuli?" He asked, holding desperately onto that poor excuse of a backbone.
Jake laughed humorlessly. "Nah, don't care 'bout that. I care 'bout you botherin' my wife."
"I was not—"
Jake held his hand up to interrupt, glancing at you. "He hurt you, baby?"
You rubbed your wrist, testing the area. Beyond a faint, lingering ache that would disappear in a minute or two, you were unharmed, so you shook your head. "I am alright."
Jake's jaw ticked, and you could see in his eyes how he debated what to do, torn between mercy and exacting punishment over anyone that dared disturb his family's peace. Eventually, his nostrils flared, and he shook his head.
"Go, get outta here," Jake snapped. "Before I sever that braid of yours and wear it like a badge."
"Leave," Neytiri barked.
Keo'tu startled, bolting without another word.
As soon as he was out of eyesight, your mates relaxed and turned their attention towards you. Neytiri rubbed your back, brushing a few braids away from your face so she could kiss your temple.
Jake dropped to his knees, careful to avoid spilling the soup he promised and delivered to you. His hands reached out, cupping you cheeks and turning your face this way and that to check you for injuries, as if you'd just come back from a hunt.
"You okay, baby? He didn't hurt you, right? I swear to god if he so much as—"
"Jake," Neytiri scolded. "Later."
Olo'eyktan deflated, but nodded. "Right. Later," he confirmed, then leaned forward to brush his lips against your forehead. "Christ, y're burnin' up, babygirl. C'mon, eat your soup and we'll take ya back home."
You sighed and rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips.
If nothing else, you could trust your mates to be there to protect you.
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"You're not my boyfriend." Try telling Ryomen Sukuna that when another man gets a little too close.
A/N: you aint my boyfriend and i aint your girlfriend 🤨 if u couldnt tell, this was inspired by boyfriend by ari and social house ✌️😗 this is also an old fic i dug out 🚬 anyways exams have been fucking me raw lately and not in a fun way. i should be out here bussing it down at the club, getting lit, making questionable decisions. instead im bussing it down with textbooks and practice exams. tragic. devastating, even. it's okay though, bc i got bts tickets 😛
Art: @/pattyi.i on insta <3
Sukuna never asked for a commitment. Somehow, the arrangement just fell into place anyway. It started with small things: late night texts, showing up without warning, and a heavy black leather jacket tossed over the back of a chair like it belonged there.
Your phone buzzed softly against the counter.
you home.
No greeting, no question mark—just the absolute assumption of an open door.
yeah.
Three dots appeared instantly.
open up.
A heavy knock followed seconds later.
"Geez. No 'please' or anything" you mumbled, tossing your phone back onto the counter.
Opening the door revealed Ryomen Sukuna leaning against the frame as if he’d been waiting all night. A familiar presence filled the doorway before he even spoke, the air growing heavy with his warm, spicy cologne. Red eyes flicked down, assessing the view. “Thought you were asleep.”
“Bruh, you literally just texted me.”
He hummed, brushing past without waiting for an invitation. His hand lingered briefly on the small of your back, pressing just enough to claim the space before letting go. You shut the door behind him. “You’re going to start paying rent at this point." Sukuna stretched out on your couch, arms draped lazily across the cushions with a smirk. “You’d miss me.” An eye roll was the only response you gave him, but neither side pushed the argument.
Weeks passed in a blur of late nights and shared silences. A heavy hand would rest on your waist during trips around the kitchen, fingers brushing the curve of your hip and teasingly lingering during the morning coffee brew. On walks together, he closed the distance entirely, slipping a hand into the back pocket of your jeans. No matter how many times that hand was swatted away with a muttered, “People are going to think we’re dating” the pink haired man just shrugged, keeping his hand firmly planted against ur ass. He always stood slightly behind or beside you, a silent declaration: I’m here.
Sometimes he waited after lectures, leaning against the campus gate with a lazy, half smirk, arms crossed as the crowd filtered past. Spotting him always made your stomach twist, knowing he’d been waiting long before the dismissal bell. His gaze would lock on, serving as a quiet warning to anyone walking too close.
Nights were spent sharing the couch and stealing blankets, half tangled around his large frame while the remaining fabric barely covered your lap. Sometimes he drapes himself across you, a hand brushing lightly down your arm or against your thigh—never intrusive, but entirely claiming the space. When he relaxed completely, your fingers wander over his tattoos, tracing the sharp lines along his face and chest. Each mark felt almost magnetic under the skin. He would hum low, letting the attention slide, a thumb occasionally brushing your wrist to claim the movement. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath your fingertips, a slight smirk evident in the way he adjusted his posture to keep your hand exactly where he wanted it.
There were nights spent falling asleep in his bed after an argument left unfinished—bodies pressed tight, the quiet between you louder than any words. Other mornings started tangled in his arms, hair brushing his chest, fingers clutching his shirt before fully waking up. His hand would curl around your wrist, a thumb tracing small, slow circles. The habits became second nature to notice: how he leaned a fraction closer when a stranger got too near. The amused smirk whenever a tease was thrown back at him. The trademark "tch" or scoff of annoyance that left his lips. Pressing his forehead to yours in the early mornings, claiming the first minutes of the day. Playing the thief with a tilted head and a lazy, "Oops, that's my spot now" daring an argument.
Almost like a couple. But without labels or promises, the unresolved tension grew nearly unbearable.
Tonight, gojo's house was packed. The bass vibrated faintly through the floorboards, drowning out the roar of the crowded room. People moved in a blur of red cups and loud laughter.
Pausing near the entrance to scan the room, your eyes landed across the living room. Sukuna leaned against the back of a couch, looking entirely too comfortable. A few girls crowded his space, laughing a little too loudly at whatever he’d just muttered. One girl rested a hand on tattooed arm. Another leaned in close, fingers brushing his shoulder. He let them.
Your jaw tightened.
His eyes found yours instantly, as if he’d known the exact second you walked through the door. The crowd seemed to fade under his direct stare. Across the room, through flashing lights and shifting bodies, he just watched. A slow smirk pulled at his lips, waiting to see the reaction. The girl beside him kept talking, her fingers resting on his arm, tracing the very same tattoos you usually spent hours mapping out. Sukuna didn’t move away. He just looked on—unbothered and thoroughly amused.
Typical.
Turning away before he could read anything else on your face, you made a beeline for the kitchen. A quick adjustment was made to the hem of the mini black off shoulder dress, the fabric hugging your waist and tight at the hips. Gold open toe heels clicked softly against the floorboards, gold hoops swaying with the quick tilt of your head. The reflective surface of the fridge offered a quick glimpse—makeup intact, shoulders tense, face slightly flushed from the scene in the living room. Pulling the door open, the cool light spilled out as you grabbed a drink.
“Careful with that one” a voice warned.
Turning around revealed a guy leaning against the counter, sporting a charming smile. “Trust me. It’s stronger than it looks.”
A small laugh escaped you. “I’ll take my chances.”
The guy laughed, stepping a bit closer to be heard over the booming music. “So… what brings you here alone?”
A shrug followed. “Just needed a drink and a break from… life.”
His smirk widened. “I get that. Same here.”
The conversation began to flow more freely, a genuine laugh sparking at a joke he made. It felt easy. The guy leaned in, lowering his voice. “You know, you’ve got this energy. Makes people really want to talk to you.”
A smile crept up, a sudden flutter stirring in your chest—until a familiar scent hit the air. Warm, spicy, and impossible to ignore. The exact aroma that lingered on your clothes every time he pulled you in.
Sukuna.
A heavy pair of arms slid around your waist from behind. His broad chest pressed flush against your back, almost swallowing you as he pulled you back. One hand settled flat against your stomach while the other grazed your hip, fingers brushing the edge of your short dress to anchor you firmly against him. The fabric shifted under his grip, lifting fractionally as you instinctively braced on your heels. Sukuna wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were locked dead on the guy across the counter. Slowly, the pink haired man dipped his head, his nose brushing the side of your neck before settling into the crook of your shoulder. Warm breath ghosted over your bare skin, his fingers tightening just enough to claim you. The gentle sway of gold hoops brushed against him with every shallow inhale.
The guy stiffens. “Oh—uh. Sorry, man, I didn’t know—”
“No” you interrupted, trying to shift out of his grasp. “We’re not—”
“Yeah” Sukuna cuts in smoothly, his voice low. “You should go.”
The guy hesitated, muttered a quick, “Right… my bad” and vanished into the crowd.
You turn inside Sukuna’s arms, looking up at him. “Bruh, what's your problem?”
Sukuna looked down as if nothing had happened.
“You’re not my boyfriend” you huffed out.
His eyes slowly searched your face before letting out a slight scoff.
Pushing lightly against his chest, you snapped, “Stop acting like you own me.”
He simply watched, absorbing the defiance. Then, with a sudden tug at your waist, he pulled you closer. The hem of your dress rode up your ass slightly before his hand reached behind to pull the fabric back into place.
“You want a boyfriend?” His thumb dragged slowly along your jawline, tilting your face up to force eye contact. "That what this is about?”
Silence was the only answer, making his eyes narrow. “Tch. Greedy.”
The music and chatter faded into background noise—the space between you grew heavy. Sukuna hummed softly, his hand sliding back down to the small of your back. His fingers settled there as if they had never left, pressing into the curve. Your heels click softly against the floor as he adjusts his hold, keeping the fit perfect. “And yet” he murmured, leaning closer, “you still let me do this.” Your breath catches when he pulls you a fraction closer.
“Doesn’t really sound like you want a boyfriend” Sukuna said lazily. Dipping his head lower, his lips trailed light kisses along your neck—the same familiar routine he’d done a thousand times before. It made your stomach twist. A sharp inhale brought in his spicy cologne, mixing with the soft sweetness of vanilla perfume until your head spun.
“Sounds like you just want me.” His lips brushed the shell of your ear, a low, teasing vibration. “Go ahead… say you’re leaving me.”
The words never came.
A slow smile spread across his face. Because he already knows you won’t.
"they're just allegations. right?"
wherein shoko posts a photo. everyone else sees chemistry but the boys see a problem. the dating allegations are denied a little too quickly.
includes : gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna
a/n : there's gonna be a part 2 tehe
#siren muses#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo x reader#geto x reader#nanami x reader#toji x reader#megumi x reader#sukuna x reader#jujutsu kaisen texts#jujutsu kaisen smau#jjk texts#jjk smau#gojo smau#geto smau#nanami smau#toji smau#megumi smau#sukuna smau#jjk x y/n#jjk crack#jjk gojo#jjk x you#jjk fluff#jjk reactions#jjk x reader#jjk geto
"they're just allegations. right?"
wherein shoko posts a photo. everyone else sees chemistry but the boys see a problem. the dating allegations are denied a little too quickly.
tw : implied feelings, mutual pining, cause denial isn't just a river in egypt, the men being oblivious idiots, accidental hurt/comfort, slight angst.
includes : gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna
part 2
a/n : there's gonna be a part 2 tehe
#siren muses#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo x reader#geto x reader#nanami x reader#toji x reader#megumi x reader#sukuna x reader#jujutsu kaisen texts#jujutsu kaisen smau#jjk texts#jjk smau#gojo smau#geto smau#nanami smau#toji smau#megumi smau#sukuna smau#jjk x y/n#jjk crack#jjk gojo#jjk x you#jjk fluff#jjk reactions#jjk x reader#jjk geto
synopsis: your on-and-off again relationship with the current wdc has been the talk of the grid since you started writing songs about him - blissfully unaware he's the bane of another driver's existence. suguru geto has spent the past three years wishing for what ryomen sukuna already has. who will come home with the trophy this year? and more importantly, who will come home with you?
pairing: mercedes driver!Geto x singer!Reader x redbull driver!Sukuna
content: mdni, angst, smut + fluff, f1 au, but minimal f1 knowledge needed to understand, obligatory not based on real people blah blah, HEAVY PINING AND YEARING!!, multiple pov, so much jealousy, suguru wants us so bad it's criminal, sukuna being a dick but he's hot so it's ok, crashes, paparazzi, so much drama, lots of unprotected sex tbh, hotel room sex, shower sex, semi-public sex, hookups, break ups and makeups, creampies, accidental pregnancy, friends-to-lovers, more tags will be found in individual chapters
gonna go ahead and watch obsession and see what the hype is about , wish me luck yall
will update you all on how it went
UPDATE : WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH OMG
happy pride, my loves 🫦 i hope you get your pussy eaten real good at least four times this month, or that you get to eat pussy instead if that’s more your thing
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