TOXIC! mdni. bf!sukuna x jealous!reader
sukuna knew he was fucked before he even stepped a single foot inside.
gritting his teeth as he leaned against the door to your apartment, shutting his eyes for a few seconds before he even stuck his key in the lock. well, tried to.
a smarter man would've accepted you changing the locks as a sign you didn't want to see him. but your favorite thing to call him was stupid, wasn't it?
grumbling as he dug around in his pockets for something he could use to pick the lock, giving up when he came up empty before he banged his fist against the door and growled through the thin wood, "open up."
sukuna didn't beg. but he was bartering, bending down to take a twenty out of his wallet and shove it underneath the door in a shoddy attempt at an apology. you snatched it from him before he could even finish sliding it through, scoffing at the gesture as he groaned and pulled out another twenty to push through next.
"still no," you muttered despite taking it too.
"fuckin' hell, woman, let me in," he snapped, thick and gravelly as he stood up to pound on the door again.
"woman?" you huffed back at him, and he briefly considered banging his head into the door to see what would break first. "you left my text on read to go to a fucking bar with gojo and you think you get to crawl back in my bed?"
"that asshole stole my phone," sukuna grunted. if he'd known you were waiting for him with warm food, he would've been back hours ago. had no clue you were even expecting him until he fished his phone out of gojo's pocket and saw your unfortunately not missed messages the white-haired douchebag had been hiding from him to get him to stay out longer. "did you have to change the goddamn locks?"
giving him the cold shoulder, probably folding your arms across your chest and pouting on the other side of the door as he sighed and knocked again.
his friends said he was whipped. his brother said you were both fucking crazy.
but still, there wasn't any other door he'd rather be acting like a goddamn fool in front of.
"I'm sorry," he grunted, no matter how sour apologies still tasted on his tongue. but the idea of you withholding something sweet from him later was enough for him to stuff down his pride and do it anyway. "won't let those pricks drag me out with them again."
enough to shove his foot in - although he waited for you to slam it shut i an attempt to break his toes.
it didn't happen though, so he took it as a sign you might not want to murder him.
"bet there was some girl there," you muttered, your back to him as you stomped towards the kitchen. his mouth twitched down into a faint smile, well aware he was probably just as toxic as you were if he thought your jealousy was hot instead of borderline ridiculous. "was she cute?"
"m'pretty preoccupied with all your personalities," sukuna muttered under his breath.
your face hardened into a scowl as you snapped back at him to glare, your hand reaching for something on the counter.
he expected you to throw the plate at him. toss the meal you made in his face.
not chuck the entire fucking air fryer at his head.
he ducked at the last second, the air fryer landing relatively unharmed at the couch while disappointment glittered in your eyes that you missed.
"do I have to fuck the attitude out of you?" he exhaled, dark eyes glittering as he resisted the temptation to smirk.
a/n: for my angel @yenayaps
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