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March gang!!!

Ok I know I’m this🫸 🫷late for yuuji’s birthday, but then I thought well why not celebrate it with his other 2 senpai(s) who happen to share the same birthday month with him before march ends, also the fact that the three of them were present in this season is the cherry on top

and yes, yuuji is wearing his one and only limited edition jennifer lawrence graphic tee, I’m gonna shut up now

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pairing— fratkuna x reader

fluff / crack ¿!

Your phone buzzes at 2:13 a.m.

You squint at the screen, still half asleep, eyes straining under the bright light of your phone.

Sukuna: open the door.

You blink. Half wondering if you’re imagining this.

You: no?

Three dots. Then—

Sukuna: i’m outside.

You sit up immediately, the cold air of your apartment biting when you’re not in your blanket.

“…You’re joking.”

Another buzz. But this time, it’s your doorbell.

Sukuna: freezing. hurry up.

You groan, dragging yourself out of bed, adorned in nothing but bunny slippers and your sleep shirt as you shuffle toward the door. When you open it—

Ryomen Sukuna is leaning against the frame like he’s been holding it up by himself.

Hair a mess. Jacket half-zipped. Eyes a little too heavy.

“…You’re drunk,” you say flatly.

“‘m not,” he mutters, and attempts to push off the frame but he nearly topples backward so he goes back to holding the wall.

You snort. “You literally just almost fell.”

“I slipped.”

“On what.”

“…it doesn’t matter, brat.”

You stare at him.

He stares back.

Then—“you gonna let me in or what.”

You sigh and step aside, and he shuffles past you, smelling like bear and cologne and the faint smell of rain.

“Shoes off.”

“Bossy.” he mumbles, grumpily.

“Sukuna.”

He sighs outwardly. He kicks them off—badly, one nearly hitting the wall—and then he’s further inside, dragging his feet like every step is optional.

You barely get the door closed before he’s on you.

Arms wrapping around your waist, face dropping into your shoulder like that’s where he’s been trying to get all night. He surrenders all of his body weight onto you, basically floating.

You grunt beneath him, bent awkwardly with a hand on his muscled back, keeping him for making both of you fall over.

“…you left early,” he mumbles, voice low and slurred. His breath smells like alcohol and smoke.

You blink, caught off guard. He’s talking about the party, you think. “…I’m sorry, I had to take Shoko home.”

“Brat. You could’ve texted me.”

“I didn’t realize you noticed.”

“I did.”

He doesn’t move.

You sigh and smile to yourself, swaying slightly as he adjusts himself over you. “I’ll let you know next time, kuna.”

He keeps stands there, holding you like you might disappear if he loosens his grip even a little.

You hesitate—then your hands come up, resting lightly on his back.

“…Did you fight someone,” you murmur, feeling the tension in his shoulders. You trace your fingers down the crevice of his back and his shoulders jerk as he hisses in pain like you’ve hit a tender spot.

“No.”

“…Did someone fight you.”

“…maybe.”

You pull back slightly. “Sukuna—”

But he just leans down again, pressing his face into your neck, inhaling sleepily.

“Don’t start,” he mutters. “M’fine.”

“You’re not fine.”

“Am.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Not more than the other guy”

“You’re unbelievable.”

He huffs against your skin, clearly upset you’re disrupting his quiet as he takes his slumber across his newly equipped bed— you, apparently.

Then—without warning—his lips press to your neck. His lips move sloppily, pressing wet kisses everywhere.

You inhale sharply. “Sukuna—”

He hums like he didn’t hear you, mouth moving—jaw, collarbone, the side of your throat, stretching your shirt down to your arm to feel more.

“…You need to get to bed,” you say, voice weaker this time.

“Don’t need to.”

“That’s debatable.”

He huffs softly, but his hands tighten at your waist, pulling you closer.

“C’mere,” you murmur finally, tugging at him. “You’re not standing in my doorway all night.”

He lets you guide him. Barely, if guiding is what you can call it— or slinging a bag of weight across your shoulder, walking impossibly slow under the heaviness.

By the time you get him to your room, he’s already halfway gone again—head dropping onto your shoulder, arms wrapped around you like second nature.

“Bed,” you say, nudging him down.

He sits. Then tries to flop back dramatically, one arm thrown over his eyes.

“Outside clothes off, first.”

“…you’re so annoying,” he mumbles.

“And you showed up uninvited.”

“You’re the one who let me in.”

You roll your eyes, climbing onto the bed beside him. “Just shut up before I kill you.”

He turns his head toward you.

Eyes half-lidded.

“Brat.”

You don’t answer.

Because he’s already moving again—rolling onto his side, arm hooking around your waist and dragging you into him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Sukuna—”

“Closer.”

“Seems like you’ve got that covered.”

“Sure do.”

His face presses into your chest now, breathing slow, heavy, like he’s already settling. His lips latch onto your neck, sucking and bruising your skin lazily.

But his hands—

his hands don’t stop.

One slides under your shirt, palm warm against your waist, fingers flexing slightly.

The other grips your thigh, pulling your leg over his hip, tracing back up to grab leverage of your ass and slink you closer.

“…You’re handsy,” you mutter.

“Mm.” He sounds half disinterested and half on the verge of knocking out.

You huff quietly, but your fingers find his hair anyway, brushing through it slow.

He leans into it immediately.

His hand drifts—waist, hip, back again—never really settling, just touching, like he can’t decide where he wants you most.

The heather keeps you firmly planted in the bed, his hands and mouth working at every inch of your body.

When you shift even just slightly— “Don’t move.”

“I’m literally just—”

“Shh.”

You sigh, but you don’t fight it, letting

He buries his face deeper, pressing a slow, lazy kiss through your shirt, right over your skin.

You smile a little and he dozes off like a snoring bear sooner or later.

GUYS I sort of hate this I have no idea how to write sukuna i feel like this was such a mischaracterization ehguvivid