Ryomen Sukuna X fem!readerX Choso Kamo, jealousy, cheating, maybe a three some, oral sex, (f! recieving), aort of angst, high school drama, break ups, triggers( substance use, sex, foul language)
Synopsis.
When you come back in town with your new boyfriend, you expect to rekindle old bonds, get closer to your roots, and maybe even settle down once and for all. But an old high school flame rekindles, forcing you to change trajectory. Will your new relationship last the ride? Or will crash and burn like all your previous ones? The first time you see him, all your goals blow up into fireworks.
▶︎︎ Dollhouse (starring . Toji Fushiguro & Jin Itadori)
synopsis . In which you’re the neighborhood babysitter who’s caught the attention of the neighborhood's hottest dilfs. When Toji can’t afford to pay you, Jin steps in to save the day with an offer that pulls all three of you together for a night.
content . afab!reader, size kink, manhandling, threesome, heavy tension, spitting, fiiiiilth, perversion, finger sucking, men flirting, breeding kink(s), implied age gap—they’re older (yuji & megumi are kids), lotsss of oral sex, slight humiliation, mentions of panty stealing, tojikuna sneak (i can’t help myself), double penetration, pussy slapping, lots of dirty talk (they’re both nasty with it), overstim, dumbification, general mentions of sukuna, petnames, surprise ending (as always), almost & eventually getting caught, fluff if you read this with ur eyes closed, "hints" of jin x toji, etc.
word count . 8.6k | author's note: art from here—ive had this in my drafts ever since i set my eyes on tht art btw. this fic goes out to my lovers @uhnosav & @fricks since ik this was most anticipated by you both <3
You were never the strongest person when it came on to hot older men—a fact of which you'd come to terms with long before you started babysitting the children of said hot older men.
And yet, for some reason, Toji Fushiguro was finding utmost difficulty in convincing you to do one little favor for him.
Now, being one—out of two—of your neighborhood's most desired single fathers, Toji thought this conversation with you would go far smoother than it was currently playing out. Perhaps it was his own ego that deluded him to this point or your persistent stubbornness but, either way, he wasn't asking you for that much.
You'd been dodging his texts and calls all week prior, so when he caught sight of you fishing through an assortment of vegetables at the local grocery store, he figured he couldn't have asked for a better opportunity to speak with you.
It's been about fifteen minutes since he started running that big mouth of his and yet most of his words seem to be going through one ear and out the other.
Why? Because it's obvious he wants you to watch Megumi for free tonight.
His hair was a mess of dark tresses like always and the casual wear he wore to conceal his unfairly beefy body never failed to coax your eyes into dipping towards places they probably shouldn't have—catching the way his broad shoulders strained against the worn-out black shirt he had on.
You listened keenly while he complained though, giving short nods as if you didn't know where he was going with the bullshit list of complaints he was dumping on you…
"—Said all that to say, I need ya' tonight, but I don't have the money," And there it was. Toji finished off with a heavy exhale, staring at you with those heavyset green eyes of his and waiting for some sort of reaction.
He’d spent all that time listing bills, repairs, school fees—and a bunch of other extra stuff—in hopes of properly fooling you.
You halfway roll your eyes at the man, having seen straight through him from the beginning. “I dunno, Mr. Fushiguro. The last time we had this conversation, I ended up watchin’ Megumi for a whole month—free of charge.” You reminded him sternly.
Toji often had a way of letting that intimately-shaded gaze of his silently convince you into giving him what he wanted. You hated how easily you’d fallen for it in the past but it was finally time to put your foot down and somewhat stand up for yourself.
His eyes would flick over you without a single care in the world as to whether or not you caught onto the heat behind them and his jaw neatly sat taut with the tension of stress in between his words, “I know, I know. But, c’mon, y’know m’good for it… eventually. I paid ya’ back, didn’t I?”
You shrug rather sheepishly before glancing towards the shopping cart full of groceries in front of you, “Yeah, after another three weeks of reminding you to.”
Toji clicks his tongue and steps closer, the scent of his thickly cheap cologne seeping into your space in a way that made you feel hot. “That won’t happen this time, I promise. It’s jus’ for one night. Can’t you do that for me?”
You look at him, trying to ignore how his gaze unreasonably has you second guessing your will to say no. “I have other kids to watch over tonight, Mr. Fushiguro. Other kids whose father's pay me on time.”
“Fuck those kids,” Toji puffs out without thinking. He quickly regrets his words when he sees the look of disapproval plastered all over your face. Clearing his throat, “Megumi is your favorite to look over, no?”
“He's quieter in comparison to the rest so, sometimes, yeah.” You explain to him honestly. Your full attention diverts from him as you reach over for the item you'd been scouring aisles for prior to him approaching you, dumping it into your cart after.
Toji has to refrain from acting like a big ole brat in reaction to not exactly getting his way with you. Sighing, “Then why is this even up for debate?” He asks before inching closer to your cart and then placing a hand on its edge to lean against, “C’mon, doll, y’know you wanna do this favor for me. I'll make it up to ya'."
You'd be lying if you said you weren't feeling the least bit tempted when he spoke to you like that.
Looking at him in a way that makes him feel like you weren't convinced in the slightest, “Only if I’m getting paid." Your words fall flatly off your tongue and his shoulders slump as you continue, "I’m not gonna keep repeating myself to you—“
“Excuse me,” A kindhearted voice soothes in from your left and Toji’s right.
When you both turn, you’re met with gentle eyes hidden behind a neatly sat pair of glasses that are edged with a slivery frame. The bright pink hair strikes your recognitive nerve and makes you sigh in relief.
Now, if you had to pick a favorite client or family, it would definitely be the Itadori’s. Though, their family was a lot rowdier than the Fushiguro’s.
The sweater adorned over Jin's body is nothing short of spotless and you hate how it's one of the first things you truly register as that initial wave of surprise fades. The clean white knit that clings close enough to his frame to hint at the solid build hiding beneath it does little to help you stay focused on the conversation at hand.
You take in his appearance in the same fashion you took in Toji's—catching how his crisp sleeves push up just enough to reveal his forearms, a neat silver watch wrapped around his wrist as his hand unconsciously flexes against the handle of the basket he's carrying.
“Ah, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Jin hums in that easy going tone that has you forgetting about Toji for a moment and melting on the spot.
Your eyes widen all apologetically as you shake your hand to dismiss his benevolently murmured statement. “No, no, you’re fine.” You insist before cutting your gaze back Toji's way, “We were just wrapping up anyway, right, Mr. Fushiguro?”
He rolls his eyes sassily and scoffs right in your face, “Like hell we were.”
“I am not babysitting for free.” You press.
Under that brawny frame of his, something desperate threatens to spill out from his expression as he frowns, “But—“
“I could pay for him.” Jin offers suddenly, mindlessly looking past you.
You both turn your heads again.
“What?” You blink.
Tojis scoffs, “Or she could stop bein’ such a brat ‘n just—“
“Toji, c’mon now." Jin cuts in, ever the mediator. "You're looking for a sitter for tonight, yes?" His question dulls over to Toji as he brushes against you to reach for some tomatoes and bring them closer for inspection.
Grumpily redirecting his displeased gaze elsewhere, Toji sighs, "Yeah.."
"Perfect because Yuji's being watched tonight!" Jin tells him immediately, weighing the tomatoes in his palm and switching through a few before settling on the one closest to perfection.
You also hate how closely you're paying attention to him but, it's a habit you've yet to break out of.
At the sound of his cheerfully expressed statement, your eyes get impossibly wider and you try your best to send the all-too-kind man a disagreeing look, "Mr. Itadori, please, you don't have to—"
"No, no, I insist." He tells you, the softness of his gaze promptly wafting over your worried expression. "Our kids are best buds and you're Yuji's favorite sitter, I don't mind covering all charges."
How responsible, you think to yourself.
Toji clicks his tongue before you can respond to that, clearly irritated, "You don't gotta do that, Jin."
"I know," Jin sets one of the tomatoes back, feeling more satisfied with another. "I want to."
Dryness invades your throat and suddenly you're hating every slight bodily reaction you're having because of this man—whether it be internal or external. The way his words run off of his tongue, all intentional and collected as if showing off were the last thing he meant to do in the moment.
There was something about how he wasn't speaking like he wanted to swoop in and make Toji look bad—how he makes his offers like it's the most obvious thing to do, like taking care of things 'n people is just second nature to him.
Fuck, you're quickly reminded why his family is one of your favorites to be involved with. "That's uh," You clear your throat so that your admiration for the man doesn't blurt itself out, "That's really generous of you."
Jin's gaze shifts onto you again, this time with a little more warmth than you're expecting. Since he's closer now, a faint scent of something fresh sweeps your way. "Well, you'd be doing the both of us a favor," He smiles reassuringly, "Yuji's mentioned how he wants to hang out with Megumi more and I'd hate to disappoint him knowing I had the perfect opportunity to set that up for him."
Something embarrassingly dramatic flips about in your chest. Of course Yuji's feelings are his top priority.
The weight on the side of your cart from Toji's leaning on it lifts away as he folds his arms and mutters something—assumably slick—under his breath.
Your ears don't catch it but Jin's seem to with the way he chuckles lightly and pats the man on his shoulder completely unbothered, "You can pay me back whenever you're able." He says plainly before adding, "Or don't. Whatever works best for you, Toji."
You're much too busy glancing back and forth between the two men, noticing how comical the contrast is.
Toji, much taller and brooding—leaning against your cart again like he owns the damn thing and all space surrounding, and rumpled cottony shirt stretching unfairly against his massive build.
Meanwhile there was Jin, who's posture was straighter and sweater brighter as if he put love into every wash. Even the groceries in his basket were neatly arranged like he actually planned for every meal throughout the week, while Toji carried a singular pack of beer.
The difference makes you snort, lips twitching to bite back your amused smile before you look away in hopes of hiding your reaction.
Jin notices first—because of course his attention divides between you and Toji flawlessly—and then a flicker of something unknown twirls within his eyes as he tilts his head slightly, "Unless uh, this is too much for you? Watching both kids?"
Now your stomach was fluttering. You wanted to roll your eyes at yourself, at how easy a simple question had you feeling like a ditz. "Huh?" You gape, shaking out of your daze directly after, "No, it's fine. I can make it work."
Toji exhales rather victoriously—happy to have gotten what he wanted one way or another.
Jin's smile spreads wider and every feature on his face seems to soften again, "Good. I'll also throw in a little extra for all these last-minute changes."
"You really don't have to do that," You say quickly.
"I know," He echoes his earlier statement, "I want to."
There it is again.
Your gaze dips at that, finding difficulty in keeping yourself calm with how smoothly things work themself out with him. "Thank you, Mr. Itadori," You manage pliantly, eyes caught on how the white fabric stretches faintly against his arm as he shifts his basket from one hand to the other.
You felt like you were going insane—gawking at both of these men like you didn't know any better. Control yourself, slut.
"Jin," The man corrects suddenly, earning the eye contact from you again.
You swallow thickly enough for both he and Toji to notice. Which is exactly why the darker haired man rolls his eyes, "Oh brother."
"Thank you, Jin." You say as you ignore Toji entirely.
Stepping back to give you enough space, "Well then, I'll see you all tonight, yeah?"
You nod and Toji grumps, earning a nudge on his arm from Jin just as you begin to wave the men off and turn down a nearby aisle to continue your shopping from earlier.
The two men watch you leave with the same look in their eyes before you disappear from their line of sight entirely. They stand together silently for a moment as the squeak of your cart steadily fades into the low hum of the store and blends in with all other sounds.
Then, Jin lets out a sigh that causes the air between them to change, "She’s wonderful, isn’t she?” He comments lightly, turning toward the other assortment of produce as he proceeds to his shopping.
His half rhetorical question prompts Toji to linger around. “That’s one word for it.” He says evenly, looking to him shortly after, “Now what’s the real reason behind why you did that?”
Jin doesn't move his attention from the vegetables ahead, “Hm? What do you mean?”
“I’m not buyin’ this nice guy crap," Toji's arms unfold and he slips his hands into his spacey pockets, the fabric of his sweats weighing down a little and revealing a teasing slither of smooth skin that Jin just barely peaks over at. "You can be honest with me, Jin.”
He chuckles, “Fine, fine. I’ll admit it, I do like having her over." Lifting his head to meet Toji's questioning stare, the silver frames of his glasses manage to capture the fluorescent lights overhead. "Seeing her tend to Yuji is… heartwarming, to say the least.”
Toji's mouth twitches, his scar moving in tandem, “Yeah, ‘guess so.”
“You don’t agree?" Jin tilts his head slightly as he puts on a more assessing look, "As far as her watching over Megumi goes, I mean.”
Toji shrugs not-so-casually, “Heartwarming isn’t how I’d describe it.”
A moment of silence stretches between the two men again, lacking the sense of awkwardness that's to be expected from no immediate response. Distant shopping carts are heard rattling at the ends of various aisles, people are heard laughing, kids fussing. And yet, the two hold one another in place via gazes far too intense to be platonic.
Eventually, Jin blinks and a mix of curiosity and innocence colors over his doe-like brown eyes, “Then how would you describe it, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Toji's tongue swats out to wet his lips unconsciously as he inhales slowly. Then, the word, “Sensual.” drives out of his mouth in a manner so smooth it causes Jin's brain to short circuit.
“Oh.” He chokes briefly after, surprise etching itself into his face.
Catching the silence beneath his reaction, Toji huffs, "Don't give me that look."
Jin's lashes begin to flutter elsewhere before he clears his throat, "I didn’t realize I was giving you one."
The base in Toji's voice unknowingly pitches deeper, "You always do." He blurts out, cocking his head to the side a bit as his eyes glaze down the slightly shorter man's body. "Same one you used to give me."
That statement makes Jin visibly tense up. The two men were far from strangers, even outside of the relationship between their kids. Years back and you could find Toji and Sukuna—Jin's slightly older and rougher twin brother—in a very toxically induced relationship.
So, when Toji's subtle reference to the way Jin acted towards him around that time threatens to add to the current tension between them, he can't help but freeze up a little.
"That... was a long time ago," Jin murmurs eventually.
Toji steps closer with intent, invading the little space that remained between them as he does so. "Wasn't that long," He corrected, "I still remember how you used to watch me go in and out of your brother's place like you had somethin' to say. It's unfortunate I never got that outta' you—whatever it is you had on your mind."
Jin scoffs louder than he means to, "It's not unfortunate at all considering I never had anything to say. Hence why nothing was ever said." Meeting Toji's eyes again, "You were imagining things."
A crooked smirk spreads out across scarred lips, "Yeah?" The word slips off of his tongue like it's something dirty. Jin hates how it causes him to divert his gaze again. "S'not my fault you were never good at hidin' it." Toji sneers.
"Hiding what—" Jin cuts himself clean off, his jaw beginning to flex from the stress this conversation was bringing about. After pausing to collect himself, "We're not discussing the past."
Voice softening only a fraction, Toji eases annoyingly closer, "We kinda are, Jin."
"No," He argues firmly, "We were discussing her, and the topic of conversation should've remained on her."
The moment following those words is one filled with them holding eyes. Their own history of lingering glances is thick within the air. Toji and Sukuna were quite the pair in the past but Toji and Jin existed as nothing more than a muddled mess of feelings that were never meant to be addressed.
"Y'know what, you're right." Toji nods finally, glancing off. "But, remind me what it is about her that makes you feel so uh," He clicks his tongue, "Heartwarmed?"
Jin finally manages to ignore the intimidation Toji's trying to pass off, straightening up in the way he stands before shamelessly repeating himself, "The way she cares for Yuji."
Something cockier threads into Toji's eyes, "That does somethin' for you?"
"You're asking that like you don't agree," Jin counters quickly, scoffing. "Like you haven't felt it yourself."
Toji shrugs, "I haven’t.”
“You just said it feels sensual for you.”
“Exactly," The seemingly pointless direction of this talk was going to drive Jin crazy any second now. It was downright aggravating how Toji had a response for everything, "So, I don’t agree with you. It’s not heartwarming to watch her. My eyes ain’t that respectful.”
A subtle vein ticks against Jin's jaw, “Should be.”
“Yours never were.” Toji huffs.
That seems to do it.
“Toji.” Jin spits out coldly—voice lacking whatever warmth it held earlier when you were around.
Far too delightfully, Toji smiles as he mocks him, “Jin.”
Another beat of silence pass between them before Jin finds himself entirely fed up with this and remembers that he could just walk away. So, he does.
Turning on his heels and breaking the silence with the sound of his footsteps as he tries to hurry off before Toji can say anything else.
Unfortunately for him, Toji—ever the provoker—merely stands there and waits a few seconds before deciding to call out after him in that deceptively lazy tone of his, “You always did have a thing for people that aren’t yours, huh?”
Jin pauses, unable to help himself, and turns back swiftly. His words fly out his mouth before he properly processes them, “She isn’t yours, Toji. She’s a babysitter that we both share.”
“Not in the way we’d prefer though, right?” Toji challenges.
All of Jin's composure is fractured with one simple question because what was Toji even talking about anymore? What other way would they—
“I-, excuse me?” Chokes out of Jin's throat the moment it clicks for him.
“Jin,” Toji groans this time, rolling his eyes, “For fuck's sake, drop the innocent old man act—“
“You’re older than me,” He cuts in.
“—And stop pretending like that woman doesn’t drive you crazy.” Toji finishes off.
Jin shuts up right then, letting Toji’s words fully settle into his mind. Drive him crazy? You?
Why the hell would you drive him crazy? You’re just a babysitter. The thought of looking at you in any other light feels uncomfortable.
But... not in a way that's unwelcomed. In fact, that statement seems to tug Jin out of all his delusions and force him to really think about you for a moment.
You were always responsible in his home, organized to a fault, caring for any and all family that crowded the Itadori house, and above all else—painfully distracting in a way he only acknowledged after staring for too long.
The conversation between Toji and Jin ends after that. Jin barely spares his friend—if he could even call Toji that—a goodbye before departing. The rest of his shopping is conducted with tense shoulders and a clouded head.
Jin promised himself from the moment he laid his eyes on you that he'd never look at you in that way, no matter how prettily you batted your lashes at him or how politely you addressed him. But now, because of Toji...
He can't get you out of his head and he's supposed to face you again in a few hours.
Fuck.
——
It's like every interaction prior to that revelation is suddenly put under a microscope in Jin's mind. He never thought about it that way until Toji said something—and it's just his luck that the brooding bastard chose today of all days to point it out.
Now Jin can't unsee it—can't unsee you in that aspect.
He tells himself that his thoughts of you were always innocent. Mostly, anyway. There were only a handful of times his gaze lingered longer than it should've—longer than what was appropriate. And those questions he'd asked you in the past? Those were harmless, he's sure. It can't be a crime to want to know you better, can it?
You were watching his son for hours on end, after all. It wasn't unreasonable to want to know who you were beyond your credentials and qualifications.
Which means it wasn't inappropriate to ask if anyone was taking care of you the way you take care of everyone else... right?
And when you'd said no, there was nothing scandalous about the way he offered himself. No harm in the quiet, "Would you like someone to?" that followed instinctively after.
...Right?
Fuck.
Who was he trying to convince here? It becomes rather apparent that he's been a lost cause for a while now.
There was the time you lost your phone and bent over the couch to find it. Jin hadn't meant to look—but you were right there, barely a few feet away. Where else was he meant to look?
The memory alone still makes heat trickle down to places it probably shouldn't be.
What he didn't realize was that Toji had been dealing with the same problem.
Hell, he had it worse.
A while back, when the shower in the guest bathroom broke, Toji had told you to use his instead. "Make yourself comfortable," He'd told you, unsuspecting of how this action would have great consequences to him later on.
The night he came home late from work and heard the water running is remembered vividly. The bathroom door was cracked just enough for steam to spill out into the empty hall. Megumi was asleep so the only ones to recall the event are you and the begrudgingly perverted man who'd foolishly allowed you to use his bathroom.
He didn't really see you considering the angle spared him that much reprieve but he did see the lace you left draped over the sink. Such a delicate pair of panties abandoned without a second thought.
You never noticed how they went missing after that day.
Toji told himself he kept them because he needed them, instead of simply wanting them. Because watching you with Megumi did the same thing to him as it did to Jin—the only difference being that Toji has the balls to act on it. When you spend months caring for his kid like he was yours, how else is he supposed to feel towards you?
Even the way you smile at the grumpy lil' boy is enough to have Toji thinking you might as well have the words 'breed me' written out across your forehead.
Was it wrong to look at you and think of you in ways that had nothing to do with babysitting? Absolutely. Did Toji care? Not at all.
So if it took a little needling earlier—just enough to make Jin look at you the way he already had been—then fine.
He'd take the blame for that.
——
Nightfall comes quicker than Jin expects, and he finds himself standing in front of you again far too soon.
Before he left his house and as you were talking to him—explaining what the next few hours of watching both Yuji and Megumi would cost—he was hardly able to catch the words leaving your mouth. His attention had been fixed on the gloss on your lips and the way it caught the light every time you spoke.
He was too busy wondering how sweet it would taste, how sweet you would taste.
Shortly after, Jin left in quite the hurry. Hell, his rush was made with such abruption that it may have come across as if you'd offended him. Obviously you hadn't—a mere smile and steady walk back into the house surely isn't enough to warrent any feelings of offense so, you ended up going about your job as usual.
The rest of the night then passes without incident.
Yuji falls asleep first, sprawled dramatically across the couch and Megumi keeps his weary eyes open a little longer. Similar to his father, his stubbornness happens to be what keeps him up longer than his pink-haired friend but by the time he finally knocks himself out—he's curled up in the corner of the same couch as Yuji.
You were left to carefully take each of them upstairs and tuck them in properly, returning back to the quiet kitchen afterwards.
You've just begun wiping down the counter when you hear the front door unlock with a sharp set of clicks that ring out through the otherwise silent kitchen.
You straighten up immediately.
Toji walks in first, rolling his shoulders back and scrunching up his face slightly as the tension in them eases off through his movements. Jin follows in a second later and shuts the door behind him, locking it as quietly as he can.
You angle yourself towards the counter's edge, reaching for a nearby cloth so it looks like you'd been busy for much longer than you actually had been.
The sound of their shuffling and quiet conversation fades as they approach the kitchen, Jin walking in first with a softened grin on his face.
After exchanging glances with the both of them, you offer a smile of your own and whisper, "They're asleep." as if the deafening silence of the house hadn't given that away already.
Toji makes his way over to the kitchen island and plops himself down onto one of the stools there, the poor furniture creaking slightly beneath his bulky weight. "Both of 'em?" He asks curiously.
You nod, "Mhm, Yuji was out first but it took Megumi about an hour and a half to follow suit."
Laughing quietly to himself, "Sounds about right." Toji responds.
Normally, this is the part where you'd finish up with your unrequired cleaning, gather your things, remind Jin of the total, accept your payment, and head out.
Yet, something lulls you into lingering and neither of the men seem too concerned with dismissing you just yet.
Jin moves around the counter and approaches your side, standing in front of the empty sink and letting his brows furrow, "I told you that you didn't have to clean up," He hums, turning his head your way.
You shrug sheepishly, idly wiping the counter space in front of you. "I know, I know. But, I wasn't doing anything else and it's no big deal."
“You do so much for us, doll.” Toji comments suddenly, earning your eyes on him instead.
You blink a couple times as the sudden petname throws you off. It wasn't like he hadn't called you that before but it did feel different to hear in front of Jin.
Toji's leaning forward against the counter now, his forearms resting against the cool marble, and eyes are uncaring as they take in every detail of your appearance.
Then the side of his mouth where that scar sits began to lift, "No boyfriend, huh?”
“No, no, not at all.” You rush out as if you had the answered practiced and prepared for him or something. Making up for the way you nearly came off as needy, “I don’t have much time for one.” You clarify.
The heat from Jin's gaze on you is felt before his voice soothes over, “Do you consider yourself that much to handle?” He asks.
“Hm?" Your brows scrunch up as you turn your head to him. Eye widened, "No! I’m usually just wrapped up in work and.. men these days are a handful so,” You trail off for a moment before noticing how they're both looking at you, “Ah, no offense.”
“None taken, sweetheart.” Jin's smile seems to be wider now, or perhaps more cunning.
You're not really sure.
Hell, the only thing you are sure of now in this moment is that they were both peering at you entirely different than they were earlier in the store. Or at least Jin for sure was. Where Toji's concerned, you can't say he doesn't look at you like this often.
Though, the combination of their attention definitely makes you fidget where you stand. So much so that the cloth you'd been using to wipe the counter slips right off of the edge and falls to the ground.
With a quiet curse falling from your lips, you quickly and nervously rush to reach for it only to find your hand meeting Jin's as he does the same. You don't know if it's more awkward or painfully cliche the way you two meet eyes whilst kneeled to the floor to grab some stupid rag.
His glasses frame his eyes perfectly and you can't help but notice it now that he's closer to you.
Those pretty brown eyes that are normally reflected with such a light 'n gentle color now appear to be different. While the color is inherently the same, the way his gaze steadies on your face for a dragging moment, drops down to your mouth for a second far too long, and then falls to your hand brushing against his is enough to tell you that something had changed.
You wondered if Toji had told him something—even though you're unsure what the man could've said to have Jin looking at you like he wanted to make you the mother of his future kids.
Breaking out of it, you shoot up to your feet and let Jin gather the rag instead. "I uhm," Your mind was a mess and it bothered you to no end, "I should probably get going."
Jin lifts himself up slowly and you realize just how close he is to you, his height alarmingly highlighted as you find yourself moving your gaze up just to meet his. Even so, he still manages to give you that warm smile of his, "Or you could stay, it's late." He offers.
You swallow all too loudly, the sound catching both of their ears.
Toji smirks the moment he realizes you're nervous.
"W-Well," The stutter that teeters out of you makes you want to shrink up and disappear. Unfortunately for your growing embarrassment, nothing else decides to leave your lips.
Shaking his head, "Toji's staying too, given how late it is. You could use one of the spare rooms. Choso's or Sukuna's, whatever you're more comfortable with." All his words leave him a bit too cleanly, almost as if he had prepared this suggestion to you not too long ago. "If you decide to stay, that is." Jin adds finally.
Instead of battling with your failing vocal capabilities, you settle for a nod and then take a few steps back, "Yeah, that works. I'll go move my things into one of those rooms then."
Both men noticed how quickly you try to escape the kitchen and they exchange a short glance.
They didn't even have to do or say anything else for you to pause as soon as you reach the doorway, glimpsing back at the two, "Oh but, before I forget, I'll still need payment for both Yuji and Megumi, Mr. Itadori."
Jin nods knowingly and starts to reach into his pocket for his wallet, bringing you right back into the kitchen.
“Or…” Toji drawls suddenly—causing Jin’s eyes to frantically snap onto him. No fucking way. Surely the glance they exchanged wasn't a hint toward-, “We could pay you another way.”
Shit.
This isn't how Jin wanted to go about things, not exactly. He thought there would be more of a gradual build up or something. Though, he's not quite complaining, all things considered.
Especially not with the way you seem to perk up as you look over at Toji all innocently and murmur, “Another way… how?”
——
You’ve always eyed up both Jin and Toji like you wanted them to pass you back ‘n forth but this-, this isn’t something you thought would ever happen.
When you agreed to let them pay another way—allowing your curiosity to get the better of you—they’d hauled you off into Sukuna’s old bedroom faster than you could process what was happening.
A great many hushed out questions of, “Is this okay?” and, “Can we touch you here?” came fluttering past their lips in between the wet way in which their lips met all inches of your skin.
You were a mess just from the kissing but then it quickly became something more.
Toji snatched at your top and damn near ripped your bra off just to get his greedily rough hands splayed out across your skin. His fingers eagerly pinched your nipples, tongue coming in to make up for the pain it induced, and vibrating groans bellowing out as if to soothe you over.
Then he’d come back up to your mouth, tugging your lips apart with his own and invading the space between them with sloppy wafts of his tongue. Fervently grunting against you as your lips slicked ‘n slid over one another.
Toji wasn’t just a messy kisser, he was a nasty one. He’d grab onto your jaw, snatch you in impossibly closer, grit out, “Open up f’me,” and then spit directly into your oral cavern just to seal it all in with another searing kiss.
All the while sweet Jin was much more interested in adorning the lower half of your body in softer, more delicate kisses. The plush of his lips met every other inch of you while Toji occupied your upper half.
Things were moving so fast that you hardly recall how you ended up in the first position between the two. One moment, they were both kissing you, and the next, you were lying across the bed with Jin’s flushed-out face tucked in between your legs while Toji’s cock hung leaking in front of your face.
Your head hung off the edge of the bed while Toji gathered his dick into his hand, giving himself a few slow strokes as he watched the way your hips rocked up uncontrollably against all that Jin’s delicate mouth had to offer you. Somehow, the man you thought to be oh-so-kind and gentle was everything but.
Jin ate pussy like he meant to get you pregnant with his tongue—as if feeling your honeyed slick smear across his taste buds was the single thread keeping him attached to what was happening. You’d never felt a greedier tongue before. Not even Toji’s being in your mouth moments prior could compare to the sinful skill that poured out of Jin’s mouth.
And to top it all off, you had Toji's fat cock being tugged at right in front of your blissed-out expression. His head remained tipped to the side whilst he kept his greedy eyes cast down on the bare frame of you.
He was just standing there the entire time all smug as he got off on the feel of your airy moans tickling the feverish skin of his erection, your breathy pants brushing down 'n in between his balls in a way that made him shudder. As his hand would stroke down to his base, he'd try to grip at himself a little tighter just to stop himself from cumming too soon.
Truth be told, he'd always looked at you under a perverted light—unlike the kinder man who's tongue was currently bullying your dewy folds apart—and finally having you like this made it rather difficult for him not to lose himself early on.
Hell, the first time he and Jin pawed at your shirt he thinks he groaned like some slut at the sight of your tits being hugged so perfectly within your bra. Which is exactly why he stripped the damn thing off your body and tossed it to a corner he'd definitely be going back for later. Y'know, by the time you're too fucked out to notice him slipping the lace into his bag.
As for now, the longer he stands here jerking off instead of shoving his cock into your mouth, the longer he's gonna drive himself insane.
Luckily for Toji, he's not the only one too needy in the room at presence. You prove this to him by bringing your hand up to wrap around the veiny shaft of his dick, letting your jaw fall open as you lightly pull him closer.
Toji's thin brows immediately tense up, twisting with surprise as his glistening cockhead slips against your lips and quickly in between them. Your mouth has to sprawl out wiiide just to take him in and by the time half of his length has been welcomed into your drooling mouth, he's already bulging against your throat.
A viciously haughty smile creeps out across Toji's face and he grunts, “Uhuh, don't be shy. Swallow that cock, ma. Yeahhhhhh, all nasty jus’ like that.”
The filth his heavy tone carries down to your ears is enough to have a moan vibrating off your tongue, one of which he huffs at. Your other hand—that'd just been buried in Jin's soft locks of hair—shoots out to meet the bulk of Toji's thigh.
The darker haired man quickly tuts at you, “Don’t try pushin’ me away, take it. I know you can.”
You don't know why but you're still asking yourself how the fuck you got here. You were just watching a movie with their kids not even two hours ago!
And now look at you; splayed out against Sukuna's old bed with a trifecta of oral action taking place.
Jin's grip on your thighs abruptly gets tighter than you expect it to and you're left to choke around Toji's cock as the feel of one languidly weeping tongue flutters deeper into your pussy just to tug something especially syrupy out of you.
A wet shlick! rings out with the way Jin's navigating his tongue in between your folds. The motions his oral muscle held were nothing short of hypnotic as it had your eyes rolling back and your spine arching up off the bed.
Not to mention the pairing of that with how Toji was feeding his dick into your mouth, his veins all rigidity against your throaty walls and easily making you gag weakly every time you attempted to moan or gasp.
You're sure you'd feel more pathetic in the situation you were in if it weren't for the state of sluttish pleasure you'd reached already.
“You’re so wet,” Jin's voice is heard rasping, his warm breath making a trembly descent against the spread of your legs. The glasses you'd admired so much sat low on his nose and you could feel it brushing against your skin each time he stuffed his face too far forward, “Makes me wonder how long you’ve thought about this—about us.”
“M-Mngh,” You choke around Toji again.
To which the smug bastard compliments with a painfully slow thrust. “Fuuuuck, look at that." He rumbled, "M’deep in this throat, aren’t I? Bet you’ve never had any other guy this deep, huh?”
A response doesn't even get the chance to formulate in your pretty head with the way Jin's fingers sneak in between your drooling pussy lips, sinking into your hole and beginning to scissor your insides. To make your brain fizz out all the more, in comes his gentle lips to kiss at your clit as if to worship the delicate bundle of nerves.
Following such with a whisper that smears right against you, “I bet she’s never been touched all properly like this. Poor thing probably couldn’t even take care of herself.” Jin gasps.
“Mhm, especially since she works soo hard for us.” Toji drags out right after, pulling his hips back slowly and then purposefully thrusting forward at the wrong angle just to make his cock slop against your face.
You let out a satiated little hum and he smiles at the way his balls tap at your whorish expression. Then—with no interest in giving you a moment long enough to respond to either of them—he quickly redirects his swollen head back in between your wobbly lips.
A wet bubble of spit gurgles out around his deft base as he fucks every inch of himself back in and the filthy sight leaves him to moan in relief.
Jin catches enough to whir out something soft to himself, “I see her mouth is full so maybe this pretty girl can answer our questions, hm?” He murmurs as his gaze and fully attention returns down to your cunt. “Does it feel good to get the right attention, baby?” You feel the perfectly rotating pad of his thumb lightly brand his touch into your clit, “Yeahhh?" He coos once he earns an excessive gush from your hole, "Aww, what a noisy pussy. So responsive.”
You can't help but drools sloppily all over his fingers in layers of glossing slick, your hips instinctively pulling up a little and forcing Toji's cock in all too deep.
To which your eyes cross and you try to pull your mouth away. A hand comes down to your throat and pressure is applied directly to the center, “Aht, aht, hold it.” Toji scolds as he rocks his hips forward again and feels the imprint his dick is leaving against your throat, “C’mon, make room f’me in there—lemme stretch this pretty throat out.”
You couldn't even control the way your pussy clamps around Jin's fingers tight enough to leave him gasping. “You too, sweetie. Make some room for Jin,” He hushes out, using the tip of his tongue to swirl around your clit and coax your cunt into squeezing his digits a little less, “Oh, thereee you go, relax around me just like that. Good girlll.”
The moment you do, his fingers are sloshing in and out of you at a suddenly merciless pace, prodding your g-spot with prominent taps that have your entire frame twitching.
You barely even realize your orgasm is washing over you until Toji's pulling out of your throat in a timely manner and letting you moan out for the first time. Then your hands fly back down to Jin and you're weakly pushing at him with a hoarse voice, "S'too much."
Determined brown eyes meet yours directly as his fingers merely pick up the pace and begin to stretch out your walls properly as if to prepare you for way more than you were expecting.
Toji's cock comes slathering across your cheek to grab your attention again and as soon as you look up, he spills out a sloppy load of cum all over your face. Something about the filth of it all—how dirty it made you feel—is enough to have you moaning out again as you come entirely undone on Jin's fingers.
None of you get a chance to process anything since there's a soft knock at the door shortly after.
All three of your heads turn—yours a little more jaded than the other two men.
"Shit," Toji huffs, running a hand through his sweat slicked hair.
Jin quickly shuffles up and nearly falls over as he tries to move away from the bed. Muttering like the responsible man he is, "I'll get it, hold on."
You watch him slowly walk to the door and tug at his pants to hopefully hide the boner he'd popped somewhere in between eating you out.
Before completely embarrassing himself, Jin manages to get his footing in order and tries to compose his face into something of normalcy as he reaches the door. Behind him, the bed creaks carefully as Toji shifts onto it to hopefully being out of anyone's line of sight.
“Ah, Megumi, you’re up a little late, no?” Jin clucks tenderly at the door, pressing himself out for a moment and waving back at the two of you.
The door is shut carefully behind him and you and Toji are motionless as you both strain your ears to hear to muffled sounds of the man talking to the kid.
Slowly, you and Toji look at one another before he snorts. Shaking his head, “Kid’s got the worst timin’.”
You swallow carefully and look around, “Should I—“
“Nah, c’mere.” Toji cuts off quickly, not letting you believe for even a moment that this little intervention would stop him from having you exactly the way he's wanted to for quite some time.
You're left to merely gulp before you find yourself in yet another unexpected position.
——
Jin returns to the two of you after putting Megumi back to bed and walks in to see you on Toji's lap.
Your back is to his broad chest and Toji's got one hand in between your legs as the other plays with your tits—the display set up as if to put on a show for the shyer man.
“Awh, what a pretty sight this is.” Jin says thankfully, walking up to the bed with his eyes shamefully fixated on your shiny cunt, “Cute pussy can’t even handle a couple fingers.”
“And she’s supposed to take cock? Pfft, how pathetic.” Toji says as he plucks those same thick digits right out of you and smack! smack! smacks! at your swollen folds. “Don’t even think a tip can fit in here—especially not mine.” He scoffs.
A pout pops out across your lips, “So make it fit, asshole—“
“Now, now," Jin cuts off to scold, "That’s no way to talk to the same man who’s making you feel good, is it?”
Your frown only deepens as you try your best to flash the man a pleading look in hopes of getting him to understand, “But-“
“No buts, if you want this to continue, you’ll be nice ‘n good for the both of us. Yeah?” Jin interrupts as he casually takes his shirt off.
You stupidly nod your head and Toji moves to grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open as he tugs. “Use your words, brat. Are y’gonna be good for us or not?”
Accompanying his rough way of handling you is Jin coming in close to push at your legs and get a closer look of the rude way in which Toji’s fingertips are pounding into your squelchy pussy.
“Hnngh! Y-Yes, Toji." You whine as your defiant composure melts away embarrassingly fast, "M’gonna be good.”
“That's our sweet girl.” Jin praises before leaning forward and kissing your inner thigh.
You could feel Toji’s dick throbbing against your ass due to how wet you were around his fingers.
Somewhere deep down, you wished you hated how attentive they both were to your pleasure—how they both exceeded whatever sinful expectations you had for them by a long shot.
And to think, that was mostly the start of it.
Toji had only fingerfucked you to another slippery orgasm to make sure you were ready to handle what was to come. You'd no idea that the two men planned to stuff you in one go, in the most literal way possible.
Double penetration. You'd thought about it only a few times in the past whenever you thought of both Jin and Toji at the same time but those little fantasies of yours shine little in face of the real thing.
If the first stretch of Jin's stupidly lengthy cock alone wasn't enough to have strangled moans of pure bliss flying out of your throat then his nasty words of encouragement sure as hell did.
“Yeahh?" His voice husked out against your ear just as his drippy tip kissed the very hilt of your cunt, "Does that feel good? Is Jin makin’ this sweet pussy feel good? Hm?”
All you could do was dumbly nod at him before Toji's thicker length was smudging up against where Jin held you open, his gaze focused down on the debauched sight, “Aw, look at her. Weepin’ all over that cock—what a messy slut.”
“Jin,” You gasp as you reached forward to claw at Toji’s shirt. “T-Toji..” Just as his name spilled past your lips, he was nudging himself in—pressing Jin's cock impossibly deeper and leaving your hole to be promptly stretched out on the both of them.
The whimper that exited you had Jin grunting at your neck, “Shhh, shhh. You can take it. Look at how well we both fit in here.” He assures right as Toji's dick knocked right up against where his tip had already smooched up.
The tight squeeze of it all was more than enough to let all three of you know this wasn't gonna last long at all.
Even so, Toji was trying to make every squelching second count, “Mhmm, it’s like you were made to take us both," He huffs in agreeance with Jin, leaning forward to plant kisses across your jaw, "Juuuust like this.”
The sleazy extension of his syllables causes your nails to scrape out against whatever was available, leading both of them to hiss in unison somehow.
“Ohhh, she’s gettin’ tighter, Toji.” Jin's full-on smiling now as if he couldn't feel his balls straining not to empty into you right then 'n there.
“Yeah, I feel it,” Toji tries to huff out confidently—like he’s not nearing the same edge as his pink haired friend at the moment. Focusing on you once more, his words slither across your hot skin, “Are you gonna cum on us again?”
Your nod tells them that you’re nothing short of fucked-out, especially as drool glides out from the corner of your lips while you gape, “Uhuhhh.”
“Poor girl,” Jin chuckles, the laughter making both cocks inside you twitch against one another, “She’s so fucked out she can barely think.”
One last, “Awh.” is all you get from Toji before your body adjusts everrrrr so slightly in between them and all three of you choke on a breath.
Your orgasm crashes in first and you’re pretty sure your vision is pure white as streaks of pleasure cloud your eyes. Meanwhile Jin finishes next and the feeling of your mixed cum makes Toji mutter something filthy just under his breath.
Not that any of you hear it though, considering how out of it you all are.
Then, right in the middle of you being double stuffed with creamy loads of cum and as both men try their best to fuck their release into sticking, the bedroom door swings open.
Standing directly in the middle of the bedroom is obviously you, Toji, and Jin but the sight is revealed to none other than the one and only Sukuna—who’s bedroom you’d been inside of all this time.
Y’know, in case any of you forgot (you all did).
At the sight, Sukuna’s left rightfully furious and it's of no surprise when he scoffs out a confused, "What. the. fuck."
Whoops.
Guess you should've picked Choso's room instead-
"What? Did Yuji leave some of his stuff in here again?" Comes out softly from yet another voice just behind Sukuna. Peaking his head in is none other than the one man in all this who's age isn't as controversially older, "Oh-," Choso gasps, batting his thick dark lashes, "Oh shit."
another one (⸝⸝- ̫ -⸝⸝) honestly only drew this cuz i wanted to use it for these ship templates i wanted to fill out⬊⬊⬊
every time i need some clothing inspo i browse musinsa, theres this one brand i like called not your rose they have cute tops but err idt the fit or shade of pink would look good on me RIP nxt best thing is to play dressup w oc<3
the laser eye cat shirt is SOO NUTS 10/10 would get for anime man👍🏻
stuff i decided abt them:
➻sukuna just carries his stuff in his pockets
➻he has a hello kitty buddha & hello kitty lotus flower keychain def a gift from gf
➻oc doesnt have keys cuz i imagine her apt door opens with a code
➻they both carry around polaroid pics well,, instax mini pics
➻neither can drive cuz f driving
➻honestly couldnt decide if they should share a bed (cute) or have separate rooms & sleeping arrangements (comfy)
➻oc would have a rly cute y2k handle for sns, posts cute pics occasionally
➻sukuna would have a boring username with a bunch of numbers…. doesnt post really but lurks. takes pretty pics of oc so she can post to ig LOL
&&&idk abt some of the nsfw ones i just rly dunno >_> i feel like it could go multiple ways so???? much to think about LMAO
mmmy ange1<3 no tatu ver<3 still laughing @ how everyyyy time i draw her she looks diff RIP🤣
all works in this series describe moments from different stages of your relationship with Sukuna. while they can generally be read in any order, the mini-series work best when read sequentially.
content: modern au, sukuna x f!reader, husband!sukuna, gamer!sukuna, soft!sukuna, fluff, slice-of-life, crack, slow moments, married chaos, married stupidity, the whole friend group is here too
main masterlist ◦ ao3
𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗
⪼ skincare
Sukuna lets you drag him into your skincare routine ◦ fluff
⪼ your eating habits
fluff
⪼ you feel like picking a fight
chaos, relationship stupidity, petty argument, comfort
𝗛𝗨𝗦𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗗
⪼ gamer!Sukuna mini-series
⪼ part 1 ◦ Sukuna wants you in his space ◦ fluff
⪼ part 2 ◦ Sukuna teaches you things ◦ fluff
⪼ part 3 ◦ Sukuna shuts things down before you ever have to ask ◦ fluff
⪼ part 4 ◦ Sukuna tries something new just to share it with you ◦ fluff
⪼ part 5 ◦ Sukuna makes even chaos feel manageable ◦ fluff
⪼ drunk!Sukuna mini-series
⪼ he fixates on a very important question for his wife
crack, fluff
⪼ he decides to remind his wife exactly who she married
crack, fluff
⪼ he becomes convinced something is wrong with his tattoos
crack
⪼ he makes it very clear he's taken
crack, fluff
⪼ his favourite sound ◦ the alternative ending
muscles, flexing and giggles ◦ fluff
⪼ his favourite animal is his wife when she's drunk
crack, fluff
⪼ how one huge piece of furniture mysteriously appeared in your apartment
read gamer!Sukuna part 1 first ◦ crack, fluff
⪼ hear me out cake
crack, fluff
⪼ pretending to give Sukuna the silent treatment
crack, fluff
⪼ valentine's day
fluff, crack
⪼ Sukuna gets hit on while you're busy befriending a stray cat
fluff
⪼ you call Sukuna mid-ranked and it turns out he has softer setting just for you
gamer!Sukuna ft Gojo ◦ fluff, crack
⪼ you decide to fuck around and find out with Sukuna
smut
⪼ you want a cat, and Sukuna absolutely does not
fluff
⪼ you vs. self-checkout vs. Sukuna’s patience
crack, fluff
⪼ Sukuna’s mechanic intuition
fluff
⪼ bad day protocol
chaos, married stupidity, petty argument
⪼ you know Sukuna's in love when he can't hold back the tremble in his voice
fluff
⪼ tracing Sukuna's tattoos while he plays
gamer!Sukuna ◦ fluff
⪼ waking up in the middle of the night to find Sukuna still gaming
gamer!Sukuna ◦ fluff
⪼ calling Sukuna a good boy
fluff
⪼ dragging Sukuna into the photo booth
fluff
⪼ it's your anniversary and Sukuna doesn't really... like the way you're dressed?
not fluff, more like married stupidity
⪼ putting petrol in Sukuna's diesel jeep
crack
track #12 ➜] whole album ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ - written part below cut
“you got a lighter?”
the question hangs in the air, heavy enough to sting as you say it. the air is stale, carrying the heat of the newborn summer blooming around you and the smoke of sukuna's cigarette. he’s leaning against the wall outside the convenience store where he works, black hoodie half-zipped despite the warmth, hands shoved into his pockets as he has nowhere else to put them. you stand in front of him with your hair tied up messily, an oversized t-shirt, dressed like someone who had been trying to unwind at home before getting a text they shouldn’t have answered. your hands dig into your bag for your pack. he snorts softly.
“that’s a terrible icebreaker.” still, he hands you the lighter. pink plastic. scratched at the edges. warm from sitting in his palm. you hate that it feels heavy in your hand, not because of its actual weight, but because it's his. you light up a cigarette, and smoke curls around your smile. "i had to start somewhere," you shrug.
for a second, neither of you speaks. you watch him carefully, then — really watch him. the dark circles under his eyes, the way exhaustion settles into his shoulders, the silver of his eyebrow piercing catching the streetlight. funny. you never knew where he worked. never knew what he did when he wasn’t making music, or what he wanted out of life, or even how old he really was. twenty-six, maybe older. the distance between you feels deliberate somehow. like something built brick by brick to remind you that people like him and people like you don’t end up in the same places. that opposites don’t attract. that may be your instincts had been right all along.
you flick ash onto the pavement. “you shouldn’t have texted me, sukuna.” his gaze snaps to your face. “you started something knowing damn well there was no way to finish it.”
his jaw shifts. “i didn’t start anything,” he mutters.
you blink at him. “seriously?” your laugh comes out sharper than intended. “you flirted with me first. don’t fucking gaslight me now.” the swear catches him off guard. it feels like anger should look different on you, like it shouldn’t belong to you at all.
he goes quiet. his cigarette burns down to nothing between his fingers.
for a while, there’s only the distant sound of traffic. then he exhales, defeated.
“yeah,” he says quietly. “i did.”
and somehow, that hurts more. because suddenly, you’re not crazy. there had been something. something lingering beneath every interaction. every look. every text felt too cutting or too careful.
you inhale smoke, slow enough for it to hurt. then he speaks again.
“i noticed you last year,” he says, eyes somewhere far away. “when you picked up yuji from my parents’ place.” your brows knit together. “you introduced yourself. i don’t even think i told you my name.” he laughs once, bitter. “but you looked…” he pauses. struggles. “warm.”
the word lands strangely. “like sunlight or some shit,” he mutters, embarrassed by himself already. “and i remember thinking, fuck, i wanna see her again.” your chest tightens. “then satoru said he knew you.” he kicks lightly at the pavement. “i was stupidly happy about it.” his voice gets quieter. “because suddenly you were real. reachable.” he looks at you then. “yet you weren’t.”
the streetlight catches in his eyes. “i had this version of you in my head,” he says. “and i wanted it so bad it pissed me off.” he laughs again, humorless. “so i dated someone else.”
the words sting unexpectedly. “but you never really left my head,” he admits. “so i texted you.” a pause. “and now we’re here.”
silence settles around you, heavy. your cigarette slips from your fingers before you even realize. because what are you even supposed to say to that? then-
“i dumped her.” his voice is firmer this time. “mei’s gone.”
he takes one step closer, not enough to touch but just enough to ruin the distance. “you didn’t deserve this mess,” he says, rubbing a hand over his face. “seriously. i fucked this up.” his fingers drag down slowly, rough and calloused. “and yuji…” he exhales hard. “i’m sorry about that, too. i picked him up ‘cause i knew you’d text me about it. he kept asking about you last thursday.”
your heart stutters.
“he didn’t give a shit that i picked him up from practice,” sukuna says quietly. “just kept asking why you weren’t there.”
you stare at him for a second too long. the streetlight buzzes faintly overhead. somewhere down the block, a car passes. the world keeps moving in this morbidly normal way while yours feels oddly suspended.
“you don’t get to say all of this now,” you say quietly. sukuna’s expression tightens.
“i know.”
“no, i don’t think you do.” your voice shakes despite yourself. “you don’t get to tell me you noticed me, that you thought about me, that you-” you stop, swallowing hard. “that there was something there when you had a girlfriend.” the words feel ugly coming out.
“i know,” he says again, softer this time. and annoyingly, he doesn’t argue or defend himself. he just stands there. “i fucked it up,” he says after a while. “bad.”
you let out a humorless laugh. “yeah,” you mutter. “you really did.”
his mouth twitches, not quite a smile. “i’m not asking you to forgive me.”
that catches you off guard.
he looks down at the pavement before continuing. “i just couldn’t keep pretending you meant nothing.”
something in your chest shifts painfully.
you hate that. hate that he gets to say things like that after all of this. you hate that part of you still wants to hear them anyway. the silence stretches again.
then-
“so what?” you ask quietly. “what now?”
sukuna exhales through his nose, shoulders dropping.
“i don’t know,” he admits. “but if there’s even a slight chance you don’t completely hate me…”
his hand twitches at his side again.
“can i still try?”
you look at him for a long moment.
“you’re kind of an asshole.”
“yeah.”
“and this is messy.”
“yeah.”
“and i’m still mad.”
“i figured.”
you sigh.
“walk me home.”
for the first time all night, he looks genuinely surprised.
“…seriously?”
“you already ruined my evening,” you mumble, starting to walk. “might as well finish the job.”
and when he falls into step beside you, he doesn’t stand too close. but he doesn’t leave space for anyone else, either.
bonus:
guys i hope you enjoy. sorry for being late i had a crazy couple of weeks. also i didnt proofread this lol lmk if it sucks ass
cursed frequency is a band that sounds like chaos turned into music. gojo satoru is the frontman — loud, effortless, always stealing attention. sukuna ryomen is on drums — heavy, sharp, hits like he’s trying to break something. toji fushiguro plays guitar — aggressive, skilled, never cares who’s watching. choso kamo is on bass — quiet, steady, keeps everything else together. they’re not polished, not stable, not normal. they haven't even played together that long.
the atmosphere was calm, well as calm as it could be with sukuna there.
you sat curled up in his lap while he yelled at toji through his headset for the nth time. you shifted slightly before slowly sliding out of sukuna's lap, he muttered a quick
“where ya goin?” his eyes shifted towards you, now fully out of his grasp.
“bathroom.”
he let out a low hum and returned his hard gaze back to his monitor.
-
“holy shit ryomen, yer washed.” toji snickered through the mic.
“easy to talk when you pick OKC every fucking round.” sukuna snarled back.
“aye back to back dubs speaks for itself.”
“its been two rounds already?” sukuna checked his phone, its been almost 2 hours since you left his lap.
“two rounds of belt? yea bro.” a snort came out from sukunas headphones.
“im hoppin off anyway to go out with my girl. cus i got other shit to do, like my girl. get it? cus i have a girlfriend.” sukuna teased.
“blah blah blah we get it asshat.”
sukuna chuckled to himself before logging off and heading over to barge on you in the bathroom, which was locked? he lifted a heavy knuckle and tapped on the door twice.
“babe, you takin’ a shit?”
a small snort escaped from the other side of the door, “yea ryo ive been shitting for two hours.”
his crimson eyes fluttered into a roll before he twisted the knob again, “okay brat then why is the door locked, let me in.”
needy bastard. “kuna you can wait for like two minutes, im almost done.” you added the final touches to your face before adjusting your dress again. kinda short. eh its fine.
he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed “almost done what? I can smell your body wash, did you wanna go on a date ton-”
the door swung open, revealing your finished look. hair done and neat, makeup on point, gold jewelry layered all over your body, and your new brown mini dress that hugged your body perfectly.
sukuna paused, looked you up and down, eyes immediately turning hungry.
“black shoes or brown shoes?” you cocked a brow at him.
“fuck, you look gorgeous baby.” he answered completely ignoring your question, “where we goin’?”
you puckered your lips and smiled back at him, “thank you. okay so black or brown?”
“brown. and give me like fifteen minutes, I'll be ready.” he bee-lined straight to the bathroom before your manicured hand pressed against his chest, stopping him right in his tracks.
“ryo you can’t come to girls night. I've told you this like a thousand times.”
girls night? It was like someone shot him in the chest right then and there. not only were you looking absolutely beautiful on a night the both of you had off, you were going out with your friends. instead of sukuna. not to mention how much they hated sukuna. the burly mans shoulders tensed,
“nonono, the hell you mean girls night? I thought WE were going out tonight.” it was almost pathetic how whiney his voice sounded. to anyone else it would've been a once in a blue moon sight, unfortunately for you it wasn’t.
“ryo I told you last night that I was going out with them.”
“did not.”
“did too.”
“did not.”
“ryomen i literally told you before we went to bed and you said ‘okay ill drive you.” you pushed past him and slipped on your brown kitten heels, before admiring your full look in the mirror.
“There's no way I said that, I was out cold before you even shut off the light.” he followed your trail like a sulking puppy`. a large six foot something sulking puppy.
“sukuna i promise you i’m not lying.” you paused with your purse and keys in hand.
“fine. but if i get handsy in the car, you cannot blame me. you look so hot.” he grabbed the keys from your hands and opened the front door.
you tsked, “mhm mhm no touching while my girls are in the car.”
“what.”
“we’re picking them up, remember?”
“you’re shittin’ me.”
-
after thirty minutes of being interrogated, looped into gossip, and asked the ‘you’re a guy what do you think?’ question approximately fifteen times, sukuna finally got to the restaurant.
your girls murmured a bunch of rushed thank yous before quickly hopping out of the car and heading into the restaurant. sukunas hand still gripped the wheel,
“thank you for dropping us off kuna.” you leaned over the center console and gave him a peck on the cheek, causing him to turn his head.
“call me if anything.” he responded in a low mumble.
“i know i know.” you smiled before turning to open your door.
“wait.” you paused and turned to look back at your boyfriend who was already outside of the car, he made his way around to your side and opened your door. He held your hand in his large gruff one before pulling you into another kiss, he pulled away just an inch from your mouth, his breath still on yours,
“i’m fucking the shit out of you when you get home.”
you felt the warmth pooling in your cheeks, you bit back a smile and mumbled back
“promise?”
sukunas hands gripped at your waist, before dropping to his sides, a slow huff escaped his nose, “pinky.”
you snorted before walking off, feeling the sting of sukunas hand slapping your ass as you did so.
-
sukuna knew as soon as you called three hours later, slurring every other word, that he would be eating his words that night.
after dropping off your equally drunk friends, he carried you into bed, taking his time removing your make up because he knew you would yell at him if he didn’t, then taking off your heels and dress, changing you into one of his shirts.
“ryo.”
“hm.”
“my friendsss saidd they loveeyou.”
“really?” shocking. considering they mean mugged him all night. didn’t even bother to say his name properly.
you nodded slowly under the sheets.
“why’s that?”
a hiccup escaped your lips, eyes fluttering shut “they said… youmake mee glow.”
“they’re idiots.”
you snorted, “loveeyouu.”
“i love you too brat.”
he couldn’t even be mad at you for blue balling him all night.
CONSISTS OF ↬ gojo satoru, nanami kento, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, choso kamo, takuma ino, and naoya zenin all being assigned college sports that fit them best
❚ ❙ ❘ NSFW. this series will consist of drinking, mature concepts and topics, vulgar language, and any other warning needed for young adult life. i have an AFFINITY FOR SPORTS. this is a MODERN AU series, and no YOU DONT NEED TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT SPORTS TO READ DONT FRET.
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·˚ ༘ GOJO SATORU | football (quarterback)
𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ You’re the head coach’s daughter, and Gojo has been told in no uncertain terms to stay away from you. Which only makes him chase harder, flirt louder, and show off every chance he gets. You think he’s ridiculous… meanwhile your roommate, friends, and everyone on campus is thirsting after him.
↬ part one. part two. part three. part four. part five.
·˚ ༘ NANAMI KENTO | soccer (captain)
𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ You’re assigned to help tape ankles, assist with recovery workouts, and keep players from overtraining, and Nanami is the most stubbornly professional person you’ve ever met. Unfortunately for him, your constant optimism and cheeriness doesn't falter at his blunt observations and comments. You didn't take an internship to coax a grown man out of his shell, but that ends up being the job you take on.
↬ part one. part two. part three. part four. part five.
·˚ ༘ TOJI FUSHIGURO | ice hockey (enforcer/bully)
𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ You play for the women’s hockey team, and ever since that one bench-clearing brawl during preseason training, there’s been serious beef between your team and the men’s squad — specifically, Toji, their most infuriating forward. The chirping. The locker room sabotage. The time he "accidentally" body-checked you during co-ed scrimmage and smirked when you got up swinging. Everyone thinks you two hate each other.
↬ part one. part two. part three. part four. part five.
·˚ ༘ GETO SUGURU | lacrosse (captain)
𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ You’ve been forced to document the team’s season for a campus sports feature. Geto hates being filmed, but you’re not exactly a fan of jocks either. Too bad he’s actually funny, thoughtful, and keeps looking into your lens like he knows what you’re not saying.
↬ part one. part two. part three. part four. part five.
·˚ ༘ RYOMEN SUKUNA | mma/boxing
𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ As the campus newspaper's top journalism student, you were expecting to cover real stories. Instead, you’re stuck writing puff pieces for the athletics column, starting with an impossible Q&A with Ryomen Sukuna — undefeated wrestling star, ego the size of the stadium, and annoyingly photogenic in every single shot you take. What should’ve been one short interview turns into weeks of forced proximity, press passes, flirty insults, tension-filled post-match encounters, and an endless stream of unsolicited gym selfies captioned “front page material.”
↬ part one. part two. part three. part four. part five.
·˚ ༘ CHOSO KAMO | basketball (powerforward)
𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ You join the team staff to fulfill a credit. You don’t expect to be drawn to the quietest, most intense guy on the roster, especially not one who only talks to you. Choso starts watching your every move during games. And when another player disrespects you at practice, he makes it very clear who you're with.
↬ part one. part two. part three. part four. part five.
·˚ ༘ TAKUMA INO | baseball (3rd baseman)
𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ You’ve known Ino forever — you're his roommate's sister. Even though he's a charmingly chaotic flirt, you’ve always rolled your eyes at his antics and figured that's all her was… until he gets serious at a night game and you see a different side of him. And now? You can’t stop thinking about him.
↬ part one. part two. part three. part four. part five.
·˚ ༘ NAOYA ZENIN | tennis
𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ Naoya’s at risk of being benched because of failing grades, and you're the only tutor who hasn’t quit on him. He’s infuriatingly smart, cocky, and keeps smirking when you’re mad at him. But he’s also incredibly focused when he cares — and unfortunately, he’s starting to care about you.
↬ part one. part two. part three. part four. part five.
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