i learned how to die a long time ago

25 years old AO3 Masterlist

[yummycastiel]

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Jujutsu Kaisen

Toji Fushiguro:

crush

Satoru Gojo:

she looks like the real thing

Ryomen Sukuna:

yes, chef!

darker instincts

SERIES: Hanging by a moment (college AU)

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

it’ll pass- y/n is tommy’s secretary and he finds out she’s in love with him, yet he has a difficult time getting a hold of her to tell her how he feels. 

part 1, part 2, part 3

the secret- y/n is a bounty hunter, disguised as a man, and she meets Tommy Shelby, who slowly falls for her. 

part 1, part 2, part 3

House of the Dragon

Aemond Targaryen

the dreamer (aemond x Velaryon!ofc)- masterlist for series FOUND HERE

[yummycastiel]

Wdym by that name u learned how to die

It’s a quote from game of thrones 👑👑

[estrixart]

bleh :P

[fushiguava]

۶ৎ satoru never lets you top :(

he says he will. says it like it’s cute, like aw baby, you wanna be in charge? with that glitter in his eye and his voice pitched all soft so you forget he’s the worst. says it while already lying down like he’s doing you a favor. stretches his arms behind his head like a goddamn lounge chair. he lets you crawl into his lap all pretty like you’re the one in control and not already playing into his hands.

because you start on top—that part’s true. thighs bracketing his hips, hands braced on his chest, cock thick and hot under you while he hums like he’s bored of waiting. you rock down slow, tight squeeze inch by inch, trying to savor it, trying to do it right this time—and then, as always, he cheats.

he palms your ass and grinds up into you with one filthy roll of his hips, grinning like he’s so generous, like he’s helping, like your little attempt at dominance was adorable and not doomed from the jump.

“you were taking too long,” he’ll murmur, breath hot against your neck while your pussy clenches and your ego implodes, “had to speed things up.”

every time. until tonight.

because tonight, for some reason—maybe the stars aligned, maybe he just likes watching you try so hard—he lets you. no hands. no thrusts. no smug commentary. he just lies back and watches.

you try not to let that get to you, try not to let the weight of his stillness scare you out of it, because you know him. know what he’s like when he’s bored, know the sound of the snort he makes when he pretends not to be impressed, know that smug little tilt of his mouth when he thinks he’s gonna win again.

but he’s not bored. he’s not smirking.

he’s fucking breathing through it, blinking slow and wet-eyed up at you like he’s never seen something so goddamn beautiful in his life, and you’re not even doing anything special—just rolling your hips with slow, steady circles, keeping him deep, kissing at his jaw while you whisper, “that good, baby?”

and he nods. dumb. flushed. glassy.

you kiss down to his ear. “is it too much already?”

he swallows.

“you feel good,” he slurs, hands twitching like he wants to touch, like he needs to, but he won’t—you said you’d ride him, and he promised, and his stupid pride is still bigger than his dick. barely.

you kiss the corner of his mouth. then his temple. “look at you,” you murmur, soft and teasing, “so quiet all of a sudden.”

“i'm trying” he breathes, “fuck—i‘m trying to be good.”

your pussy clenches around him, soaked and so fucking warm he shudders under you, whole body arching like he’s about to fold, and then you drag your lips down his throat and start to move a little harder, a little faster, still controlled but deeper now, grinding forward just right so he can feel your cunt squeeze and slide and flutter around every inch.

his mouth falls open. his lashes flutter.

“you’re so pretty like this,” you breathe against his cheek, “you gonna cum already, satoru?”

he whines. whines. you’ve never heard it before. it knocks something loose in your ribs. he grips the sheets.

you put your forehead to his. press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “baby,” you whisper, slow roll of your hips making his eyes roll back, “you’re still inside me. you know that, right?”

his hands fist the sheets tighter, arms trembling.

“you’re gonna cum from just this?” you tease, sweet and slow, “just me sitting on it, being so nice to you?”

“n-not nice,” he gasps. “you're not nice. you’re so—f-fuck—tight—”

and then his hips jerk up once—just once, without permission—and you feel it hit, deep and hard and hot, like a gut-punch. he gasps. loud.

“oh my god,” you whisper, eyes wide.

he grabs your waist like he’s dying, like he needs to stay inside, like he needs to feel every spurt while you’re still warm and clenched around him and holyshit, he’s still twitching.

“i didn’t mean to,” he pants. “baby, fuck, i didn’t—I couldn’t—i tried—”

you grin. lean down to kiss his lips, soft and slow. he moans into your mouth. still throbbing. still whining. you don’t even bother getting off. just stay there, full and warm and smug as hell, his cum already leaking, your cunt pulsing, his face so red you’re surprised he hasn’t short-circuited.

he’s still blinking up at you like you’ve personally rewritten his understanding of the universe.

and maybe you have.

[yummycastiel]

yes, chef! - ryomen sukuna

pairing: reader x modern!Sukuna, f!reader x Sukuna, chef!reader x chef!Sukuna

synopsis: you get hired for an unpaid internship position at three michelin-star restaurant owned by none other than world-renowned chef, Ryomen Sukuna. you're obviously attracted to him, so now you gotta juggle that and also try to survive through your first three weeks.

content/warnings: MDNI, enemies (?) to lovers, pining, mutual pining, workplace romance, power dynamic, implied age-gap sorta, Sukuna is an asshole, swearing, workplace harassment, light smut, heavy petting, kissing, arguing, use of she, no use of y/n

word count: ~8.3k

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Malevolent Shrine. That was the name of the three-Michelin star restaurant you found yourself standing outside of, neck craned back, stomach feeling queasy as you gripped onto your bag tightly. At first glance, the name was kind of off-putting, a little too sinister for such a popular spot, but it was indeed very popular, one of the best restaurants in the country with a waiting list of three months. 

You opened the double doors, and stepped inside, putting one shaky foot in front of the other. It had a dark industrial interior, blackened steel, furniture made of charred wood, with crimson accent lighting lining the walls. The decor consisted of repurposed butcher hooks hung up high, art pieces of twisted cuts of meat and old-school butcher diagrams. Dark blues rock played softly in the background, adding to the dusky ambience. You’d never seen a restaurant quite like this before, used to all the fancy, fine-dining spots you frequented in culinary school when you were doing research. This was why you wanted to be here, to stand out, to do something different. 

You waited at the front of house, feet shuffling nervously as employees bustled around, preparing for service, laying down napkins, polishing cutlery. All the workers fit the vibe of the place perfectly, wearing black aprons with blood-red stitching and sporting heavy combat boots. Each one of them sported piercings, tattoos of some sort, or dyed hair. You swallowed thickly as you toyed with your own piercings, inwardly hoping they’d be enough to fit in the crowd. 

Someone finally noticed you, a rather important looking individual, no doubt the restaurant manager. You recognized them from your interview for the unpaid internship position a while ago, but they seemed to not recall. They had milky-white skin to match their white hair cut into a bob, a splash of dyed red hair on the back. They hurried you over with a flick of their finger. 

‘’New cook right?’’ They said, eyeing you up and down with a hint of disdain. You nodded quickly as you introduced yourself. ‘’Uraume. General manager.’’ They replied, introducing themselves again, ‘’You’re early.’’ 

‘’My mom always said, being on time means you’re late!’’ You chirped without thinking, and you immediately wanted to slap yourself as Uraume arched an elegant brow. Awesome, embarrass yourself, why don’t you?

‘’Choso, our floor manager, will give you a quick tour, show you everything you need to know. Service is in five hours.’’ Uraume stated, ignoring your little quip. ‘’Sukuna will be around for the staff meeting, you can meet him then.’’ 

Ryomen Sukuna. The executive chef and owner of Malevolent Shrine. A world-renowned chef for his talents with bold and dark flavours, having won his first Michelin star the same year he opened this restaurant. He had been in the top ten best restaurants twice, in the top fifty nearly every year for ten years, named Best Chef four times by Restaurant Magazine, and a dozen other accolades won internationally. He was an artist. A god amongst chefs and restaurateurs alike, and you’d be lying if you hadn't almost pissed your pants when you got accepted as a cook after a grueling, multiple-interview process. He was the man you wanted to meet.  

You nodded at Uraume, and turned to see the man who was no doubt Choso making his way over. He had dark, spiky black hair tied up in two buns, a tattoo across his nose, and dark-eyebags. He looked exhausted, but he was giving Uraume his rapt attention as they introduced you to him. 

‘’Nice to meet you.’’ Choso said in a low, calm voice as the two of you shook hands, ‘’Let me give you a tour, yeah?’’ You followed him, trying to absorb as much information as you could as Choso drifted around the restaurant. 

‘’I’m sure you know our concept already,’’ Choso was saying, ‘’This is the front of house.’’ You just kept nodding as you took in your surroundings. Tables with no white tablecloths, just wood and iron tables stained dark from years of meat and fire, open kitchen concept with visible flame-grilling and meat cleavers for diners to enjoy. It was intimidating to say the least, but you couldn’t ignore the spark of excitement thrumming in your veins. 

‘’This is our maitre d’, Jogo.’’ Choso introduced quickly, pointing to a short man with brown hair and one eye, the other covered by a patch. You waved, and Choso swept on, taking you into the back of house. The kitchen was cold, clean, silver steel, and other cooks were already at work, busy prepping for service. Choso took you to each station, introducing you to each cook, showing you where the walk-in was, the pantry, the bar, and pretty much everything that was to be known about the restaurant. You wished you had a notepad, a dozen names and places swirling around in your head. 

Choso eventually got to the end of the tour, ending off with introducing you to the Sous-Chef, Sukuna’s second in command and half-brother, Jin Itadori. He gave you a kind smile as you told him your name. He was tall, with pink hair and gentle eyes, a stark contrast to his brother who you’d only seen in magazines, newspapers, and on the internet. Jin gave you a more in-depth run-down of the kitchen and stations, and you listened with rapt attention. If there was one thing you weren’t going to do, it was fail. Not here. 

‘’Tonight, you’ll be stagiaire, chef.’’ Jin explained. Bottom of the brigade hierarchy, where intern-chefs often started, with everything to prove and everything to lose, on trial to see if they’d eventually get hired. ‘’You’ll be assisting Hanami, our grillardin.’’ Hanami was a tall, stern-looking woman, with ivy-tattoos snaking up her long arms. Assisting the grillardin on your first night at Malevolent Shrine almost made your heart sink. Grilled items were Hanami’s job, and in a restaurant like this, a carnivore’s haven, it would be argued to be one that would put the most pressure on your shoulders. You squared your shoulders as Hanami gave you instructions. You could do this, you could do this. 

‘’I’m surprised Uraume picked you.’’ Hanami said suddenly as the two of you worked together, making your cheeks flush. There was no malice in her tone, just a calm observation. ‘’I don’t doubt your qualifications were sufficient, chef, but they typically choose the best of the best, who also fit with the concept of the restaurant.’’ You chewed the inside of your cheek. You knew you probably stuck out like a sore thumb, but you’d be damned if you let that hold you back. You were talented, you knew it, even though every restaurant like this was a proving ground, you were ready to work your ass off to show you belonged here. 

‘’Guess Uraume had some slim pickings, chef.’’ You joked nervously as you sharpened your knife. Hanami didn’t smile. 

‘’No such thing in this place.’’ Hanami said simply, ‘’Don’t be nervous, or pretend you’re not. Any sign of weakness and you’ll get killed in this place, chef.’’ You knew Hanami spoke figuratively (hopefully), but it didn't stop the shiver running up your spine. 

You continued working, doing a decent job of keeping up with Hanami. She was quiet, and spoke in a monotone-bored voice no matter what was happening, but she guided you along the way, showing you the ropes of her station. You appreciated it, thankful to whatever higher power was out there that you hadn’t been shoved with the typical asshole chefs that were abundant in the restaurant industry. 

As the time ticked closer to service, you met the other chefs du partie. Mahito, the blue-haired saucier with scars all over his body. Dagon, the garde manger, Toji Fushiguro, another grillardin, and Suguru Geto, the poissonier. All experts in the kitchen, all well-known in the culinary world. The best of the best, and somehow you’d found yourself among them. Other line cooks milled about, taking a seat next to you as the entirety of the restaurant staff sat in the front of house, the meeting starting soon. Uraume was talking in a low voice to Choso, and Jin was busy talking on the phone frantically. You played with your fingers as you looked around, tugging at your chefs coat as you felt the nerves start to set in within you. 

The room went silent when a hulking figure stepped through the front door. Ryomen Sukuna. When he walked into the room, he commanded it, and you were a bit surprised that people weren’t falling to their knees to worship him. He was tall, impossibly tall, taller than Jin, with black tattoos coiled around his muscled forearms and lining his wickedly handsome face. One deep, crimson-red eye surveyed his staff, like he was looking down on some ants, the other side of his face scarred from a cruel burn he’d gotten in a kitchen accident many years ago. His lips twisted into a scowl as he stood in front of everyone. 

All you could do was gape at him, and you had to check to make sure your jaw hadn't dropped to the floor. Sukuna, in the flesh, and startlingly more sexy than you had anticipated. God, the idea of making a fool of yourself in front of him made you want to throw up. Uraume startled you out of your thoughts as they began the meeting. 

‘’Okay, so we got several VIPs dining with us tonight-’’ They began, rattling off the names of celebrities and actors that made your eyes widen in shock, ‘’Unfortunately Satoru Gojo made a reservation too, so it’s very important that everything is perfect for that little twat.’’ You blinked. Satoru Gojo? He was a new, up-and-coming chef, close to winning his first Michelin star at his own restaurant to which he worked as the Executive Chef, the Six Eyes. People saw him as Sukuna’s biggest competition. 

Sukuna growled, a deep sound in his chest. ‘’Who let that asshole make a reservation?’’ He asked. His voice was a rasp, heavy and grating. You wanted to hear it again. Jin gave his brother an apologetic glance. 

‘’You crashed his restaurant without even bothering to make a reso, you know.’’ He said, his jovial tone the complete opposite of Sukuna’s. Sukuna just rolled his good eye and crossed his arms, muttering something below his breath. Your gaze followed his every movement, his every breath, as if you could absorb some of his greatness just by being in his orbit. 

Uraume kept going; ‘’On the menu tonight, servers listen up, bone-in tomahawk rib-eyes, charred leg of lamb, pork shoulder, and whole-smoked quail, if you have any questions, ask Jin, not Sukuna.’’ Sukuna seemed uninterested in the meeting, thoughts clearly elsewhere, and as soon as Uraume was done, everything covered, everything perfect, he turned and shouldered his way into the back of house. 

Service started in thirty minutes, and as you diligently prepared Hanami’s station, you felt a hand land on your shoulder. You turned to see Jin, smiling down at you, and only a couple paces away, Sukuna. You felt your heart drop to your stomach, mouth going dry as you glanced between the two brothers. 

‘’This is our new chef, Ryomen.’’ Jin said, saying your name, ‘’I’m sure you know my brother?’’ 

Your entire life and culinary career flashed before your eyes. You wanted to make a good impression, no, you needed to make a good impression. This was it, this was your chance to show Sukuna that you belonged here, that you were the right pick for the job. 

Obviously, as you lifted your hand to shake Sukuna’s, you fumbled with your knife, and it clattered to the ground. Your face burned as you scrambled to get it. Idiot, idiot, idiot! You leaned up, biting your lip as Sukuna shook your hand, his rough hands making your heart beat faster. He regarded you with an unimpressed look, a hint of disgust. Okay, ouch. 

‘’Sorry, uh-’’ You mumbled, letting your hand drop to your side, ‘’I’ll clean that, um, it’s such an honor to meet you chef. A huge honor. It’s an honor for me to be here, a real privilege-’’ 

‘’Her? Uraume picked her for the internship?’’ Sukuna’s voice cut through your babble, and you felt your blood run cold. You felt small, tiny, the size of a gnat as Sukuna looked down at you. Was it over? Was Sukuna going to crush your dreams of getting hired here at this very moment?

‘’Come on, Ryomen,’’ Jin tried to smooth out, ‘’It’s her first day, and you know Uraume doesn’t pick people who aren’t qualified to be here.’’ You wanted to throw yourself at Jin’s feet for standing up for you, but all you could do was chew on your lip, holding back tears of embarrassment. No weakness, not in front of him, or ever. You’d long been told you were too sensitive for this world of chefs, and for the most part they were right, but you’d proved them wrong, you’d proved every mentor and classmate wrong. However now, standing under Sukuna’s judgement, you felt the cracks start to show. Get it fucking together, you told yourself. 

Sukuna just grunted, giving you one last once-over before he turned and stalked to his office. Jin turned to you, patting your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. 

‘’Don’t take it personally. Ryomen is like that with all the new chefs, you should’ve seen Dagon on his first day.’’ Jin said, laughing, even though you found none of it very funny, ‘’You held it together pretty well, kid. Just tough tonight out and Sukuna will come to…tolerate you. He tolerates us all.’’ And with that, Jin sauntered off. You stood there alone, too scared to wipe the misty-tears in your eyes. You took a deep breath in, then out, calming your heart as best you could. If you were going to survive in this place, you were going to have to put your tough-guy face on, even though you weren’t sure if it felt like you at all. 

~ ~ ~ 

Service at Malevolent Shrine could only be described as organized chaos. The kitchen was alive with shouting, cursing, prickly jabs, flailing arms, but the food was getting pushed out fast. Everything was cooked to perfection, under the watchful eye of Sukuna. All the chefs moved like a machine, Jin running the expo like he was born doing it, calling for hands, the servers filing in and out of the kitchen. 

You kept your mouth shut, head down and hyper-focused on your station, following Hanami’s every order, reading her movements and learning as much as you could. Your attention was often ripped away, eyes flickering over to Mahito, who shot condescending insults in your direction at every hesitation in your hand. You took the verbal abuse with a yes chef and a no, I’m not going to fuck up chef, and you kept your head in the game. Once you were in the zone, you were in the zone. 

Sukuna barely spared you a glance, thundering commands and inspecting every dish. You weren’t sure what you expected, definitely not Sukuna showering you with encouraging praise, but it would have been nice if he at least gave you a nod, something. You tried to count your blessings that he wasn't yelling at you or breathing down your neck with that dark-red, judgmental gaze. 

Then, everything came crashing down around you, literally. 

You didn’t know Mahito was behind you. He didn’t warn you, he didn’t say the obligatory behind! So when you took a step back, Hanami’s plated and ready tomahawk rib-eye’s in your hands, you only felt Mahito’s foot behind yours at the last second. You stumbled back with a yelp, dropping the plate, and it crashed to the floor with a terrific crack as the food went everywhere. You landed on your behind, the air knocked out of you, and Mahito let out a shrill cackle. Embarrassment flooded through you, hot and sick, your face flushing red as you scrambled to your feet. You were sure your heart was about to fall out of your sore ass as you mumbled out trembling apologies, your throat starting to close up. A gaggle of servers leapt in to help clean, practiced movements as they quickly and methodically gathered up the plate and the ruined food. 

‘’I’m sorry chef,’’ You rasped out to Hanami, who was already re-firing a new rib-eye. You wanted the floor to open up underneath you and swallow you whole. Every eye in the kitchen was on you, the fucking intern who’d messed up, who didn’t belong. You could almost hear their whispers. 

‘’The hell are you doing?’’ Sukuna snarled from the front of the kitchen. He was leaning over the table, knuckles white as he shot you a terrifying glare. ‘’Get back on the line. If you drop one more thing, you’re done.’’ You nodded enthusiastically, trembling hands grabbing your knife as you tried to focus again. You saw Mahito out of the corner of your eye, slinking back to his station. You knew he was an asshole, but sabotage? He’d tripped you, just to torture you, putting the whole kitchen back by a full minute. You risked a glance at Sukuna, who was still glaring daggers into you. 

You knew Sukuna saw everything. Anything that happened in his kitchen, he knew about, so how come he wasn't yelling at Mahito too? That prick had ruined the flow, not only yours, but everyone’s. This has to be some sick joke, an elaborate plan to get you to run out of the restaurant with your tail between your legs. You choked back a sneer as you avoided Mahito’s gaze. Whatever. You knew every kitchen had a guy like him, you could take it. You’d just cry about it later. 

Service finally finished, and you were completely spent. You had managed to keep it together for the most part, not dropping any more plates, but your performance wasn't exactly stellar. Sukuna had only yelled at you a couple times, pointing out your sloppy work, your slow hands. You sighed deeply, from your chest, as you closed the bathroom door behind you. You trudged to the lockers, sore fingers undoing your chef’s coat. Frustration followed you like a cloud. Your first day hadn’t gone at all like you wanted, your job even harder to do with Mahito looming over your shoulder with his sharp tongue. Momentary doubt flickered in your mind. Hanami hadn’t gotten upset with you, but you worried that she was already thinking you didn’t deserve to be here. Negative thoughts ran through your mind, and you found it hard to ground yourself in reality, when suddenly you heard voices around the corner. You froze, keeping out of sight as you heard Mahito’s voice.

‘’I’ll give it two days for the fresh meat to start bawling and just quit.’’ He snickered. You clenched your jaw. You knew he was talking about you. Toji and Jogo’s chuckles echoed in the hall.

‘’Did you see her face? Goddamn pathetic.’’ Toji taunted, and you weren't even there to taunt.

‘’Don’t know what Uraume was thinking when they picked her. She’s never gonna make it.’’ 

That was the last straw on the camel's back. 

You tried not to run, your legs taking you out the back door, leaving your belongings behind. Leaning against the cold, brick wall of the building, you let yourself fall apart. Breaths came out in choked, tiny gasps, hot tears running down your face. You wrapped your arms around your trembling shoulders, trying to give yourself some comfort as you cried. 

‘’Fucking glad you didn’t cry in there.’’ A growl came from the shadows. You yelped in shock, stumbling back and hitting your head against the wall. The dim light of a cigarette lit up Sukuna’s scarred face, shadows painting a sinister look in his eyes. Just what you fucking needed. Ryomen Sukuna getting a front-row seat to you cry like a damn child. 

‘’Chef.’’ You gasped, wiping at your watery eyes. ‘’I didn’t see you there, I’m sorry.’’ 

Sukuna looked at you, his usual arrogant gaze gone. He looked bored, but that was better than looking angry. 

‘’Mahito giving you a hard time?’’ He asked, smoke billowing from his mouth like a fire-breathing dragon. You considered your options before responding. In any normal workplace situation, you might say yes, tell your boss about how Mahito purposely tripped you, that it wasn't your fault that the kitchen was set back, it was his. Dissolve yourself of blame. But this wasn't your typical workplace.

‘’No chef.’’ Was all you said as you met his gaze. You weren’t about to go crying to Sukuna about some bully. Not today, or ever. Sukuna tilted his head up, dropping his cigarette and crushing it under his boot. He stepped forward, into the light of the street lamp. 

‘’You need to toughen up.’’ Sukuna told you, crossing his beefy arms in front of his chest. ‘’Or you’ll never make it.’’ Irritation flared up in you at his words and you bit back a sharp retort. You’d gone past the point of angry tears and were just plain pissed. 

You just laughed softly, putting your hands on your hips. ‘’I think I toughed it out pretty well in there, chef.’’ You replied. You weren’t one to yell, not one to scream out insults or fight back with a sharp tongue. You didn’t need to, because it didn’t feel like you, and because you proved you were better, every single time. Sukuna’s eyes flickered over your face, analyzing you, as if he had expected you to lash out at him. 

‘’You can back out now if you want.’’ He drawled, ‘’So what if you don’t fit here? You’ll fit somewhere else.’’ There it was, that condescension and arrogant tone that seemed to be automatic for him. Already counting you out. Sukuna took a step closer to you, looking down at you from his full height. It irked you a bit, how hot he was. Not only was he a prick, but he was a hot prick, and if you were someone else, and he was anyone else, you wouldn't hesitate to jump his bones. 

But that wasn’t you. 

‘’All due respect chef,’’ You began, squaring your shoulders, ‘’It’s been one day. I’m gonna keep going, and deal with it how I deal with it.’’ You smiled at Sukuna, hoping you could pass it off like you had your shit together. Sukuna stared at you for a moment, eyes narrowing, then he clenched his jaw. Something that looked like annoyance flashed over his face. 

‘’Don’t think a girl like you knows what she’s getting yourself into.’’ Sukuna muttered. You didn’t bother asking him what he meant by that, you didn't want to know. 

‘’Doesn't matter, because I’m gonna find out, chef.’’ You replied easily. 

‘’We’ll see about that.’’ He said in a low, rough voice. Sukuna took a step closer to you, towering far above you. He smelled like smoke and fire, heat rolling off him in waves and you felt your skin tingle at how close he was. His eyes burned into yours, practically breathing the same air. ‘’Have a good night, chef.’’ The last word rolled off his tongue, almost teasing, and he moved past you, brushing against your shoulder as he left you standing there. 

~ ~ ~

Your first week at Sukuna’s restaurant passed both quickly and agonizingly slow. You survived through every service, a couple fuck-ups here and there, but you were learning. Your skills had improved, not that you heard it from Sukuna, but a couple encouraging words from Jin and Hanami were enough to get you through the day. The most you got from the pink-haired executive chef was a nod, the occasional approving grunt, but they made you beam with pride all the same. 

Mahito continued to be a major pain in the ass, doing everything he could to trip you up, to catch you off guard. The blue-haired chef didn’t let up on the insults and barbed comments, but you took it on the chin with a silent glare or a heard, chef. There wasn’t much else you could do about it. Sure, you could yell back, maybe give him a taste of his own medicine, but you were too busy trying to keep afloat you definitely couldn't manage that. You avoided most confrontation, so enduring Mahito’s endless torture was just something you had to suck up. 

You knew Sukuna noticed. His crimson eyes would flit between you and Mahito, face as impassive as ever or with a hint of entertainment in his cocky grin, like he was watching a pair of chihuahuas go at it. Honestly, you were just happy that it wasn't Sukuna himself making your life a living hell. You saved your tears of frustration for the privacy of your walk to the bus stop at the end of the night, pulling yourself back together on your own with a tub of ice cream or a greasy take-out meal. 

Other than that, you were starting to slightly settle into the environment of Malevolent Shrine. Hanami gave you a thumbs-up once, and Choso would sneak you some of the bar’s curated whiskey you’d been eyeing. Even Toji started to tolerate you, clapping you on the back with a huge hand, saying that you weren’t as terrible as he thought. Yeah, you were pretty damn proud of yourself. 

It was Monday night, service finally over with, and mostly all the staff had left, leaving you alone in your rumpled and stained chef’s coat hunched over your notebook you carried with you everywhere in case inspiration struck. You’d been drawing food since you were young, both imagined and actual plates you’d made in high school and in culinary school. If you saw something that got the cogs in your mind turning, you whipped out your notebook, pencil at the ready as you sketched out your idea. You went in with colored pencils after, in the hopes of one day making them into reality. You mostly kept the drawings to yourself, your own little creations that you spent hours pouring over. 

While you leaned over your drawing on the silver service table, you heard heavy footsteps approaching you, and looking up, you almost snapped your pencil in two as Sukuna gave you a strange look. He was in his crisp, white chef’s coat, unbuttoned to reveal a toned chest covered by a black wife-pleaser. You chewed the inside of your lip. Did he really have to look so damn good all of the time? Your stomach tightened as you tried to find words that wouldn’t embarrass you. 

‘’Hey chef-’’ You began, but Sukuna raised a tattooed hand, silencing you. 

‘’What are you doing?’’ He rumbled, his voice deep in his chest. 

‘’Oh, uh, nothing-’’ You stammered, putting down your pencil, ‘’Sorry, am I not allowed to be here?’’ Sukuna ignored your question as he made his way over to stand behind you, looming over your shoulder, his manly smell wafting into your nose and making your heart constrict. Your hand went to cover your drawing automatically, without thinking, and Sukuna reached down, hand pushing yours to the side so he could see. 

‘’You drew this.’’ He said, not so much a question but a statement. You tried to ignore how your skin burned where he had touched you. Shifting nervously in your seat, you nodded. 

‘’Yes, chef.’’ You said softly, a little embarrassed, ‘’I hope it’s okay…it’s just I felt a little inspired and I like to draw out my ideas, you know?’’ Sukuna leaned against the table, still very close, and he took your notebook from your grasp without even asking. You bit your lip, panic rising in you, not because they were private, but because they were all your work, your ideas, and now one of the best chefs in the world was flipping through them. This was definitely a nightmare scenario for you. You could see it now, Sukuna would scoff, toss your notebook on the floor, snap at you and tell you they were garbage and that you should never touch a pencil or a pot again. Your heart raced in your chest, closing your eyes, waiting for the hammer to drop. 

‘’They’re beautiful.’’ Sukuna rasped, and you whipped your gaze up to stare at him, mouth opening in shock. He was turning the pages with care, care you didn’t think he possessed in those huge mitts of his. Sukuna almost seemed frustrated with you, or himself, you couldn’t tell, but still…

He said your drawings were beautiful. Your heart soared, up into the sky, into the clouds as a beaming smile grew on your face. 

‘’You think so?’’ You breathed, then you blinked, ‘’Uh, I mean, thank you chef.’’ Sukuna’s eyes shifted to your face, expression still unreadable. He set your notebook down, fingers tracing over your newest creation. 

‘’Yeah, a bit dainty for my taste but, they look good.’’ He said grudgingly, ‘’There’s some decent ideas in there.’’ Good. Decent. Sukuna gave you crumbs but you gathered them up like gold nuggets. This was the most praise you’d received from him since, well, ever. 

‘’Thank you chef, I really appreciate it!’’ You couldn't help but grin up at him, ‘’See this one? I thought of it tonight during service, so I had to draw it out as soon as possible. I know we don’t do a lot of desserts, but I was thinking of something like this-’’ You pointed at your drawing you’d been working on, ‘’Smoked chocolate torte and-’’

‘’Bourbon-blood orange bread pudding.’’ Sukuna finished for you, leaning in closer as he examined your drawing. You nodded excitedly, he’d read your mind. 

‘’Yes, chef! I was about to draw some bacon-maple ice cream too, you know, thought it’d be a good pair with the pudding.’’ You explained, and Sukuna sighed. 

‘’Those…sound pretty good.’’ He forced out through clenched teeth. Why did compliments leave his lips like it pained him to choke out? You had to suppress a laugh. ‘’Quit all the smiling, chef.’’ Sukuna growled, leaning back and crossing his arms. You blinked, bringing your hand up to cover your winning smile. 

‘’Sorry chef, just excited.’’ You replied, your voice betraying your glee. Sukuna scratched the back of his neck. The kitchen was silent, and it was just you two. You’d never been alone with Sukuna before, and something heavy hung in the air between you. The way he was looking at you made your stomach do a flip, his eyes burning in the dim light. 

Sukuna grunted. ‘’How long have you been drawing?’’ He asked finally, tilting his head, extending a hand on the table to lean on it. Your eyes flickered to his hand, noticing it was inches from yours. Was Sukuna really making conversation with you? Asking you personal questions? You had to be hallucinating. 

‘’Since I was seven, I think.’’ You shared, having to break eye-contact with Sukuna lest you burst into flames, ‘’I always drew food. It was awful at first, but the more interested in cooking I became the more I practiced and I never stopped. It’s my form of journaling I guess, since I’m too impatient to write things out.’’ Sukuna chuckled, low and fucking sexy. 

‘’Funny, since jotting down some ideas definitely takes less time than these damn gorgeous pieces of art.’’ He murmured, a hint of humor in his voice. Your face burned, the word gorgeous slipping from his lips sounding like sin, and you had to remind yourself he was talking about your drawings and not you. As if. 

‘’Well, I think words just don’t quite capture the same as the drawings.’’ You mumbled, avoiding his gaze, ‘’Besides, I half the time I can’t even think of the proper words, so the only way to get my thoughts out is with this.’’ Your hand smoothed over your notebook, suddenly finding the pages much more interesting than Sukuna’s stare. 

‘’I know what you mean.’’ He said. You felt a sudden rush of warmth as his hand reached up to grab your chin gently, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. Your eyes widened at the sudden contact, but before you could move, Sukuna pushed your head to the side, pointing with his free hand to the art on the wall. ‘’Those are mine. I paint sometimes too.’’ 

‘’You’re kidding…’’ You whispered, staring at the artwork, a picture-perfect painting of a smoking dish that looked so real you could almost smell it. ‘’You painted the art around here, chef?’’ Sukuna’s fingers tightened on your chin for a moment, thumb rubbing over your skin before he dropped his hand from your face. Butterflies erupted in your chest as you returned your gaze to his. 

‘’I did.’’ Sukuna replied, cocky, but not too arrogant. You groaned, rolling your eyes playfully.

‘’Of course you’re amazing at that as well.’’ You joked, tilting your head up towards him. ‘’It’s not even fair at this point, chef.’’ It was Sukuna’s turn to roll his eyes, mouth twitching into a ghost of a smile. ‘’When did you start painting?’’

‘’My parents thought it might keep me out of trouble in middle school. Figured I could ‘harness my passion in a healthy way.’’’ He told you, ‘’Guess it ended up working out.’’ 

‘’Yeah, that’s putting it lightly, chef.’’ You laughed, resting your chin on your hand, ‘’Maybe you could give me some pointers.’’ 

‘’Think what you need pointers in is your cooking.’’ He pointed out with a raised brow, and if his eyes weren’t glittering with humor you’d feel a little embarrassed. As you and Sukuna chatted a bit more, you noticed the time. With a mumble, you excused yourself, grabbing your things to stuff into your bag, but as usual your clumsiness made you make a fool out of yourself again, colored pencils clattering to the floor. 

‘’Oh shit-’’ You sighed, dropping to your knees to grab them, but you were met with a large hand reaching for them. You chanced a look up to find Sukuna’s face inches from yours, his hot breath fanning over your cheeks as he bent down to help you. You felt your fingers brush against his, the soft contact sending electricity through your veins as you found yourself trapped in his eyes. He was staring hard, frozen like a statue, and for a second, his eyes flickered down to your lips. It was reflexive, how you bit your lip under his hot gaze, and you let your eyes drift down to his lips. They looked soft, inviting, calling out your name. 

The sound of another pencil rolling off the table and hitting the floor broke the heavy tension, and Sukuna blinked, rising to his feet quickly and taking a step back. His eyes flashed with annoyance as his jaw clicked, and you scrambled to your feet, mouth too dry to say anything. What the hell just happened? You quickly gathered up your things, shoving them into your bag. 

‘’Have a good night, chef.’’ Was all you managed to croak out, hurrying out of the kitchen, ears burning as you fled. Sukuna didn’t say anything, and you didn’t look back. 

~ ~ ~ 

You wouldn’t say it was awkward as you stumbled through your second week of service at Malevolent Shrine. Sure, you and Sukuna didn’t find yourselves alone for any awkwardness to happen, and your shy glances in his direction didn't help, but it wasn’t bad. 

Except it was. It was bad, really, really bad, because Sukuna was sporting a chip on his shoulder and all his rage was directed at you. Service was torture, and even Mahito couldn’t find the time to step in and add his own abuse between Sukuna berating you, telling you that you were moving too slow, plates not plated perfectly enough, making you do them again, and again, and again. Sukuna zeroed in on any slip-up and went on a tirade about how you were doing a terrible job, even when you weren’t doing a terrible job. He made up things to call you out on, and even Jin had to tell him to take it easy. Dagon and Toji gave you pitying looks, and Choso would try his best to be positive, but it was still awful. You just squared your shoulders and took it, but confusion clouded your nights, making you toss and turn in your bed as you dreaded the next day. 

Had you done something wrong? Had you pissed him off when you shared your drawings? Did he hate you? When he looked at you that night, the two of you on your knees and leaning in close, it didn’t look like hate. In fact, if you were encouraging your delusions, you could even assume he’d wanted to kiss you. You were an idiot. That week, you avoided Sukuna like the plague, hiding whenever he came stomping down the hall, ducking out of the restaurant as fast as you possibly could. It sucked, because you wanted to be around him, you wanted him to be close to you, to look at you again like he’d looked at you that night. 

Running your hand over your face in one exhausted motion while sitting on the bus one night, you mentally kicked yourself. You were crushing on an asshole. A total, grade-A, painfully handsome asshole who hated you, and who also happened to be your boss.

It was Friday night. Service was long and gruelling and you were stationed with Mahito, of all people, no doubt Sukuna purposely putting you there to give you a last kick up the ass. As you stood there, stirring the same pot for hours because that’s what Mahito ordered you to do, you considered quitting for the first time since you’d started there. Sukuna had it out for you, Mahito too. Why put yourself through this? It wasn’t like Sukuna was going to hire you after your trial run anyway. 

Then it happened. Mahito messed up. The sauce he’d prepared was too acidic. Way too acidic. You made a face as you tasted it, and Mahito gave you a glare. You knew Sukuna noticed because he was stomping over to you, but luckily for you, you’d prepared a second-batch. You shoved the handle into Sukuna’s hands, mumbling that you’d made a back-up, just in case, and if you weren’t so damn tired, you would’ve jumped for joy as Sukuna grunted out something that sounded like approval, still giving you an icy stare as he snarled at Mahito to get his shit together. 

The win didn’t last long though, even though Mahito grudgingly thanked you for saving his ass, and even went so far as to be nice to you, Sukuna managed to find something to bully you about later. Your plating of the sauce was too messy, were you completely incompetent? Did you even pass culinary school? 

You were alone in the locker room, hunched over with your head in your hands, trying to find the energy to pick yourself up and head home, when suddenly you heard him. 

‘’You’ll get a hunchback sitting like that.’’ His rumble echoed in the room. You slowly lifted your head to look at him, just about ready to blow up. This fucking guy. 

‘’Excuse me?’’ You muttered, grinding your teeth as you sat up. Sukuna regarded you, leaning against the wall, dressed in a tight, black shirt, chef pants hanging low on his narrow hips. 

‘’You did fine tonight, by the way.’’ Sukuna said, ignoring your question. You felt like you were gonna pop a blood vessel. Your hands tightened into fists as you stood up, glaring up at your boss. 

‘’Fine? I did fine?’’ You hissed, ‘’That’s real funny because the entire night, no, the entire week, you’ve been riding my ass even when you didn’t have a damn reason to.’’ You expected Sukuna to start going off on you, for anger to flash in his crimson eyes, but instead he just looked at you, almost cautiously. 

‘’I’ve been doing a damn good job Sukuna, and you know it. Everyone knows it. I’ve kept going, excelled wherever you put me, and yet you’re still treating me like I don’t belong here, and I don’t get it. I don’t fucking get it!’’ Your voice shook with anger as you rambled on, ‘’So why the fuck are you going so hard on me, huh?’’ You didn’t even realize you’d called him by his name instead of the honorary chef, but you didn’t care. Sukuna growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. You knew you were red-faced and angry as you faced off with him, but you were surprised he wasn’t hitting back. 

‘’I’m pushing you.’’ He rasped, eyes screwed shut like he had a migraine. You scoffed. 

‘’Pushing me? You don’t even give me any feedback! How the hell is that pushing me?’’ You challenged, taking an angry step forward. 

‘’Because you need to adapt. You need to change. You have to.’’ Sukuna replied in a low voice as his gaze settled on you. You stared, confusion bubbling up inside you. 

‘’Change?’’

‘’You need to toughen up. Get meaner. Like me, like everyone else here.’’ He explained, his hands falling to his sides where they curled into fists. You rubbed your face, closing your eyes and shaking your head in frustration. 

‘’That isn’t me.’’ You whispered, just loud enough for Sukuna to hear, ‘’That isn’t me and it’s not gonna be me. I’m not gonna bend and break, turn into someone I’m not just to fit in. I’ve come this far being who I am, and I’ve done a hell of a good job. I will excel as a chef being me, and you’re not gonna convince me I have to change. I’m not going to change. I won’t.’’ You gave Sukuna a hard stare as you finished your little speech, hoping you’d gotten your message across. Sukuna said nothing as he looked at you, but his jaw tightened, something simmering below the surface.

‘’You don’t understand.’’ He said in a dark voice, ‘’I need you to change.’’ You blinked, jerking back as hit words hit you like a train. 

‘’Sorry?’’ You hissed, heart pounding in your chest. Sukuna groaned, and he pushed himself off the wall. He moved quickly, like he was desperate for something, and in a second he had you pushed up against the wall, both his huge arms caging you in, his head hanging over you as he scowled. His closeness made you shiver, but you were too shocked to move, to even utter a single word as you stared up at him. Sukuna’s eyes found yours, glaring down at you, angry, but his lips were parted, twisting into a plea. 

‘’I need you to change because I can’t fucking handle you.’’ He uttered roughly, ‘’I can’t deal with you, who you are, how goddamn…soft, and-and kind you are, how pretty…’’ His hand came down to brush over your cheek gently, like you were made of glass, sending your heart in a spiral. Sukuna’s eyes were hazy, like he was in a dream as his eyes bore into yours with intense longing that brought the softest of sighs to your lips. 

‘’I can’t handle how brilliant you are, and I hate how much I can’t handle that I want you.’’ 

Oh.  

Sukuna’s eyes fell to your parted lips, his imposing body pressing up against your own, and you could feel the heat of him, his taut muscles feeling like a brick wall. You wanted to say something, anything, but you were scared that if you opened your mouth your voice would shake. The two of you stood there in silence for a moment, and you swore you could hear Sukuna’s heart beating in his chest. Both his hands slowly fell to cup your cheeks, sliding down to your neck, burning-hot palms making you swallow hard. 

‘’Can you handle how much I want you?’’ You finally said, voice weak and soft. Sukuna blinked, then huffed out a rough, almost crazed laugh, and then he kissed you. 

Sukuna’s lips seared your mouth, hot and tasting of smoke as he pressed you up against the wall. Your head was spinning, engulfed by his smell, his touch overwhelming you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting more, needing more. Sukuna’s hands fell to your hips, pulling you flush against his chest, growling into your mouth as his tongue swiped across your lips. You moaned softly, fingers tangled in his salmon-colored hair, melting into his arms as you felt his knee push up between your thighs. The kiss was hungry, tight desire coiling in your stomach and as if he could read your mind, Sukuna’s hands went to your chef’s coat, tearing off the buttons with ease. 

‘’You’re so damn distracting.’’ Sukuna growled in frustration as his mouth left yours and travelled to your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, ‘’Can’t focus with you around me, fuck-’’ He swore as you rolled your hips, grinding on his knee, desperate to quell the tight longing in between your thighs. You tilted your head back as Sukuna’s teeth sank into your soft skin, nipping at you, filthy moans tumbling from his mouth, like he was getting off on just tasting your skin. 

‘’Really? I couldn’t tell.’’ You whispered, breathless, barely managing to form a sentence as your hands ran over Sukuna’s muscled, tattooed arms. God, he was strong. Sukuna’s deep laugh reverberated down his chest as his lips fell back on yours. He tugged off your chef’s coat to reveal your tank top, huge hands running up your torso to cup your chest, squeezing, and you whimpered. 

‘’Didn’t think such a sweet mouth could make such filthy sounds, doll.’’ He hummed, lips crashing back down to yours, forcing your mouth open as he hitched your leg around his waist, fingers gripping your thigh tightly. ‘’Shit, we shouldn’t fucking be doing this.’’ 

‘’Don’t care.’’ You mumbled, face flushed red. 

‘’Watch it.’’ Sukuna hissed, one hand gliding up underneath your shirt, feeling your skin with calloused fingers, and you shuddered. He pulled you off the wall, and you both stumbled into his office, his mouth never leaving yours, as if he needed the taste of your lips to function. Sukuna showed no hesitation as he kicked the door shut, pulling you onto his lap, one hand wrapped around your neck, the other sliding under the waistband of your pants. ‘’You taste so fucking sweet.’’ His breaths were coming fast, panting as he bit your lip. ‘’Driving me insane, girl.’’ 

You giggled into the kiss, your thighs opening for him, hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. ‘’Sorry chef.’’ You teased as you leaned back, breaking the kiss, and Sukuna almost pouted at the loss. A wicked grin spread across his lips, flashing his canines at you. 

‘’Come back here.’’ He growled, pulling you towards him. As you kissed him, your hands blindly fumbled at his zipper, shaky but sure. His hand came down to grab yours, stilling your movements. ‘’You sure you want this?’’ He asked you, crimson eyes studying yours, ‘’Because I want it. Want it really fucking bad, doll.’’ You shivered, biting your lip as you nodded eagerly. 

‘’Good girl, good fucking girl.’’ He mumbled, his hands diving under your panties, fingers reaching the wet spot between your legs and you let out a pathetic moan as you felt the warmth of his hand finally give you some release of tension. Sukuna let you unzip him, feeling how hard he was for you and you almost paled as you felt how damn big he was. Sukuna smirked, cocky as ever. ‘’See what you do to me, doll?’’ 

“S-Sukuna-“ you gasped out as white-hot pleasure flooded your vision, Sukuna’s fingers expertly curling into you. Sukuna grinned as he stared up at you, mouth open, eyes awe-struck. 

“Yeah, that’s it baby.” He groaned, “Fuck, if I knew how much you wanted me I’d have done this sooner.” 

The office was filled with the sounds of heavy moans and whimpers, but it came to a crashing halt when the sound of footsteps sounded outside. Sukuna and you froze just as you had raised your hips to sink down onto him, your heart racing as you strained your ears to hear. Sukuna growled when he heard a knock at his door, his fingers clenching tightly over the soft skin of your thighs.

‘’You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me-’’ He muttered, giving you a glance, eyes flickering over your flushed face and kiss-stung lips like it pained him to stop what he had been doing. ‘’Keep your mouth shut, hm?’’ He said quickly, voice quiet, giving your cheek a quick kiss before he helped you off his lap. You shrank away, trying desperately to not let out a groan of frustration at the loss of contact with Sukuna, your core aching as you tugged up your pants. Sukuna cracked open the door just enough to peer through and see who it was. 

‘’The fuck do you want?’’ He grunted, and you could see his hand tightening on the doorframe, knuckles flexing. 

‘’Wanted to see if you wanted to join us for a drink.’’ Toji’s voice carried through the entryway, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Here you were, hiding in your boss’s office, like you were a couple of teenagers getting hot and heavy in a school broom closet, seconds away from getting caught red-handed. 

You could almost hear the eye-roll Sukuna gave to Toji. ‘’No thanks, now fuck off.’’ 

The door slammed in Toji’s face without giving him a chance to reply, and Sukuna turned back slowly, resting his back against the door as he took a deep breath. His crimson eyes found you once more, his mouth turning up into a sly smirk. You couldn't help but smile too, cheeks heating up now that the heat of the moment had been interrupted. 

‘’This is your chance to walk away.’’ Sukuna said, running a hand through his hair as he watched you squirm under his hot gaze, ‘’Walk away before we make a mistake.’’ You tilted your head, gazing up at him as he took a step towards you.

‘’Doesn’t seem like you want me to walk away.’’ You teased, voice shaky as Sukuna backed you into his desk, huge hands going to your hips as he lifted you easily onto it and slotted himself between your thighs. 

‘’No,’’ Sukuna whispered softly as he leaned in, kissing your neck gently, sending shivers up your spine, ‘’I don’t want you to walk away. Want you here. With me.’’ You hummed in satisfaction as your hands smoothed over the huge expanse of his back, feeling the tightening of his muscles beneath your fingers. Sukuna peppered your neck with kisses, nipping at your skin and leaving marks you were sure you’d have to cover up the next day. His fingers brushed across the bare skin of your torso, digging in once he found his hold and gripping you tightly, like he was afraid you’d run. 

‘’Does this mean I’m getting hired now, chef?’’ You asked, laughing as Sukuna buried his face into the crook of your neck. Sukuna sighed. 

‘’You’re fucking unbelievable.’’ He grunted, but you could feel him smiling against your neck, then after a moment, he took your face in his hands and kissed you again.

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a/n: been rewatching the bear...got sukuna chef brainrot and this is the result, let me know if u like ;)

[forriku-deactivated20260315]

dilf!toji wants another baby ! >.<

the kids were left at your parents’ house for the weekend, giving you and toji some much-needed alone time.

dinner was barely touched. the second the front door clicked shut behind the last goodbye hug with the kids, toji’s big hands were already sliding under your shirt, mouth hot against your neck, mumbling about how he’s been dying to get you alone like this for weeks.

now you’re here.

face down, ass perched right on the edge of the bed, legs dangling, trembling. toji stands tall behind you, thick thighs spread, one hand palming the fat curve of your hip while the other guides his heavy cock to your dripping entrance.

“arch that back baby, yeahhh that’s it… get that pussy over here.”

his voice is low, gravelly, dripping with that lazy hunger only he can pull off. the fat tip nudges your sopping folds apart and then he sinks in slow, stretching you so wide, forcing your walls to yield around every pulsing inch.

a broken little whimper spills from your lips the second he breaches you.

“fuuuck… still so tight, ma. swear i fucked this little cunt open a million times already,” he groans, hips rolling forward another inch just to hear you gasp. “and you’re still chokin’ on me like it’s the first time.”

your fingers scrabble at the sheets, legs already shaking from the brutal stretch, your body trying to crawl forward on instinct.

his big palm cracks down hard on your ass.

“where you goin’? c’mere.” he yanks you back by the hips, forcing another thick inch inside. “y’said you wanted this dick, remember?”

you whine, high and needy. “t-tojiii… s’too much…!”

“quit whinin’ now. you always take it so good f’me, don’t you?” he coos, his tone mean and sweet at the same time.

one more deep thrust and he bottoms out completely, balls pressed tight to your clit, tip kissing your cervix so hard your vision whites out for a second.

then he starts moving. long, heavy, delicious strokes that make the whole bed creak. your back stays perfectly arched because his fist is tangled in your hair now, keeping you right where he wants you. face buried in the sheets, drooling into the pillow, sobbing and screaming into the cotton while he fucks you senseless.

“just like that… biiig stretch, yeah?” he growls, watching the way your pussy creams around his shaft, slick dripping down your thighs. already forming creamy white rings around the base. “feel that, ma? feel how deep i’m hittin’?”

“y-yes! yes— oh god, tojiii—!”

“uh-huh.. i know baby, i know.” he leans over you, chest to your back, sweaty skin sticking together. he turns your head to the side with a rough tug on your hair so he can shove his tongue into your mouth. he spits right on your tongue before kissing you again, swallowing every little needy cry you give him.

his free hand snakes around to grab your throat, not choking, just holding. “gonna breed this pussy tonight,” he rasps against your lips. “fuck another baby right into you. make me a daddy again, hm? that what you want?”

you can barely think, let alone speak, but your hips push back anyway, greedy for more. “y-yes… wan’ it… wan’ your baby…!”

“that’s my good girl.” another hard slap to your ass, then both hands grip your waist so he can really rail you, hips snapping so fast the sound of skin slapping skin fills the whole room. “fuuuck— look at you… just layin’ there gettin’ fucked like a perfect little slut. lettin’ me use this tight cunt however i want.”

your legs kick uselessly, toes curling, pussy fluttering and gushing around him every time he kisses your most sensitive spots.

you’re dumb on it already. mind blank except for the thick drag of his cock and the way he’s splitting you open over and over.

“g’nna cum— tojiii—!”

“go on then. cream on this dick while i stuff you full.” he grinds deep, hips circling, making sure every ridge catches your sweet spot. “gonna pump you so full you’ll be leakin’ me for days.”

you shatter with a loud wail, walls clamping down so hard he hisses through his teeth. he doesn’t stop. keeps fucking you through it, chasing his own release until he finally slams in one last time and unloads, hot and thick cum filling your insides, flooding your womb while he groans your name low.

he stays buried inside long after, lazy shallow thrusts to push every drop deeper, hand rubbing slow circles over your lower belly. as if he knows it’s already there.

“maybe another kid doesn’t sound so bad after all…” he murmurs, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to the back of your neck. “bein’ a dad looks real fuckin’ good on me, don’t it, pretty?”

you’re still panting, twitching, smiling stupidly into the sheets.

yeah… maybe it really doesn’t sound bad at all. ♡

[yummycastiel]

Can you please make a part 2 to chef sukuna I’m actually so obsessed with your work

Hahahaha, thank you for liking my work that means so much! :)) I’ve gotten several people requesting more chef Sukuna actually, and I’d really love to write more. I have a couple ideas for it so stay tuned :)

[casgirl]

NOTHINGGGG like character kneeling and desperately apologizing or confessing with their head against their love interest’s stomach. Extra points if the love interest is crying.

[yummycastiel]

hanging by a moment (1) - ryomen sukuna

series pairing: reader x modern!Sukuna, f!reader x Sukuna, college!AU, frat!Sukuna

series synopsis: You hated Ryomen Sukuna, and he hated you. You had college all planned out, and there was no room in that plan for a messy situation with that tattooed menace, your friend's older brother. Sukuna was annoying, brash, and mean, and you weren't interested, but when it gets to be too much you have to decide to make peace with your tormentor, or, you crash and burn. SERIES CROSS-POSTED ON AO3 HERE

content/warnings: MDNI, enemies to friends(ish) to lovers, college au, opposites attract, sukuna and yuji are siblings, love/hate, situationship, smut, bickering, eventual romance, slow burn, forced proximity, sexual tension, romantic tension, recreational drug use, alcohol use

word count: 3,865 words

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It was hard to make friends in college. Sure, you were all adults, going from class to class, working on presentations and joining teams and clubs, but if you missed the key first week of freshman year and didn’t find your group, well, you were fucked. Relegated to a quiet existence on the outskirts of student life, on the outside looking in. 

That’s what your first month of college was like. Coming down with a stomach bug during orientation week was no doubt the worst mistake you could have made, not that you had any control over the matter. By the time you were able to drag yourself from your dorm to your first class, social groups had been set, and you just came and went from lecture to tutorial to your bed, over and over again. The odd group project would come up and you’d chat with your desk partner, but that was about it. 

Until your roommate finally showed up. 

‘’Nice! You didn’t take up my space, that’s so thoughtful of you!’’ Nobara Kugisaki crowed as she threw her belongings onto her side of the room unceremoniously. You watched from your bed, smiling sheepishly as she strode about the room, critiquing the vibe of the regulated college dormitories. She was loud-spoken and intense, milling about the space and peppering you with questions about yourself. 

‘’What’s your major?’’ She asked as she started unpacking her suitcase, her brown bob-cut tossing as she turned to look at you with a grin. 

‘’Psychology.’’ You replied, watching her corner of the room descend into messy chaos. 

‘’Psych? Yeah, that seems to fit your vibe, I’m in communications, whatever that means-’’ 

Thus, you found your group. You made quick friends with Nobara and she introduced you to her other two friends she’d dragged along with her from high school, Yuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro. They welcomed you without a second thought, Yuji’s cheerful and sunny demeanor a stark contrast to Megumi’s calm silence, but you became quick friends with them as well. Soon enough the four of you were hanging out in each other's dorms, going out for late-night dinners in the dining hall, and cramming for midterms in the library. You felt then that your college experience had finally begun. 

You were a planner. You had your career path set since high school, carefully thought out which courses to take and which graduate programs to apply to afterwards. In college, you intended on having the full experience, and now you’d finally be able to check off the friendship box you’d been eagerly waiting for. Things would go smoothly from here on out, you were sure of it. 

~ ~ ~ 

It was a cool, autumn Friday night, the orange leaves swirling in the air as you and your friends walked up the steps of the frat party Yuji had practically begged you all to attend. You’d never been in a frat before, slightly wary of the whole idea, but Nobara and Yuji had managed to convince you and Megumi to tag along. This was part of the college experience, you thought to yourself as you ascended the steps. 

The party was already in full-swing, heavy rap music blaring through huge speakers making the house shake. Rowdy frat brothers whooped and hollered at the beer pong table, girls squealed and danced as shots were passed around. You looked around, taking in your surroundings. You’d been to parties before, you wouldn’t call yourself a party animal but you knew how to have fun from time to time. You just needed a little alcohol to help you get there. Before you could say anything, you walked face first into Yuji’s back as he stopped suddenly in front of you. 

‘’Who the hell do you know here, kid?’’ A cool voice from above sounded out. You peeled yourself off of Yuji with a grunt to look up and see a tall frat guy barring your way into the party. He had long black hair tied in a knot, bangs falling into his narrow eyes. He looked down on the four of you with a suspicious look, hands on his hips. 

‘’Hey man!’’ Yuji greeted cheerfully, smiling brightly, ‘’I’m uh, I’m Sukuna’s younger brother. Yuji itadori. You know him, right?’’ The raven-haired man eyed Yuji with a raised brow at the mention of his older brother’s name. Yuji had mentioned he was part of this frat, but you’d never seen him before. 

‘’Sukuna, huh?’’ The guy mused, ‘’Yeah, you definitely look like him, but he never mentioned you and your little friends were coming.’’ He looked behind Yuji to scan yourself and your two other friends. 

‘’Come on, just go ask him,’’ Yuji tried, offering the man an apologetic shrug, ‘’We’re super close! Best brother ever!’’ You bit the inside of your mouth, already preparing yourself to be kicked out of your very first party, but a figure appeared behind the frat brother blocking the way. 

‘’Half-brother.’’ Ryomen Sukuna corrected in a deep, gravelly voice. You knew it was him, because he looked exactly like Yuji, except where Yuji was all sunshine and rainbows, he was a glowering, stormy-looking giant. His pink hair was combed back, solid-black tattoos etched across his jaw and under his crimson eyes made him a terrifying sight to behold. Piercings decorated his ears and eyebrows, a white shirt hanging loosely on his muscled frame giving you a peek at the artwork inked onto his chest. You swallowed hard. This was Yuji’s brother? Oh, right, half-brother. 

‘’You invite these kids?’’ The other frat guy asked Sukuna, crossing his arms. Sukuna’s eyes fell on the four of you, looking thoroughly unimpressed and irritated. His red-stare made the hair on the back of your neck rise, like he was a king and you were all maggots served to him on a platter. His mouth sneered as he eyed his younger brother, who was bouncing on his heels. 

‘’No,’’ Sukuna grunted, giving Yuji a shove, ‘’But let them in Geto, it’s whatever.’’ The raven-haired man, Geto,, gave Sukuna one last look before he stepped to the side. 

‘’Enjoy.’’ He called as Sukuna grabbed Yuji by the scruff of his sweater, half-dragging him down the hall and you and the others had no choice but to follow. 

‘’Brat,’’ Sukuna sneered as he finally let go of Yuji, ‘’Who said you could come? And bring your friends?’’ His eyes dragged over you, Nobara, and Megumi, making your skin crawl. 

‘’Well, there’s no harm in us being here, right?’’ Yuji replied, shrugging, not paying much attention to Sukuna’s sour attitude, like he was used to it. Sukuna’s jaw twitched as he scoffed. 

‘’Whatever, just don’t fucking embarass me or I’m gonna kick your ass.’’ He drawled, ‘’That goes for you three as well.’’ He pointed at you and your friends, and you couldn’t help but make a face. What a dick. His eyes landed on you, and he raised an eyebrow. He certainly didn’t recognize you. Nobara and Megumi seemed unphased as Sukuna blinked and shouldered his way past you, stalking down the hall. 

‘’That’s Sukuna?’’ You mumbled as you followed your friends deeper into the party, ‘’He’s…uh-’’ 

‘’A dick?’’ Megumi said, hands stuffed in his pockets. 

‘’An asshole?’’ Nobara chimed in. 

‘’Yeah, Sukuna’s a character alright.’’ Yuji laughed as he poured out drinks, passing them around the group, ‘’He’s a junior, on the football team and the king of this frat. We have the same dad, different mom.’’ That explained it. Sukuna must have inherited his mom’s attitude then. 

Sukuna was shoved to the back of your mind as you got some more shots in you. Nobara practically egged you on, and even got Megumi to join in. With the alcohol in your system, Yuji’s drinking game started to make sense, socializing came easier, and the music started to sound good. 

You stumbled into the hall, one hand on the wall to steady yourself as you searched for the bathroom. You elbowed your way through the throng of students drinking and mingling, muttering apologies, and you grabbed onto the handle. Surprised, you found it was locked. 

“Heyy! Let me in! Gotta piss!” You yelled over the blaring music as you smacked the door, your state of inebriation making you forget the usual social niceties. You heard a high-pitched squeal from inside and a grunt. Oh great. You signed, knocking on the door with more force. 

“Can’t you go find a bedroom or something to go screw in? This is a bathroom, you know, where people go-“ 

The door swung open to reveal a disheveled Sukuna, glowering down at you as he buckled his belt. Your words died in the back of your throat as you craned your head to look up at him. His shirt was askew, a fresh, dark hickey blooming on his neck, and when you peered behind him you saw a pretty blonde that was half-dressed hopping off of the sink. 

“Oh…” You croaked dumbly, Sukuna’s dark glare making your heart race, “Hey…there…sorry to interrupt?” 

“The fuck do you want, kid?” Sukuna growled, raising a huge arm to rest against the doorframe, still not moving aside. 

“Um…I wanna use the washroom?” You replied, again making it sound like a question. Sukuna’s lip twitched. 

“You’re Yuji’s friend, aren’t you? I haven’t met you before.” He leaned down to get a closer look at you, his woodsy-smoky cologne wafting into your nose. You hated to admit it but he smelled good. You nodded, introducing yourself, and a dark smirk grew on Sukuna’s face. 

“Waiting in line then? Sorry princess, I have a refractory period, give me ten minutes and I’m all yours.” He snickered as the blonde buttoning up her shirt gave him a dirty look. 

“Jerk.” She hissed as she slipped out from behind him, heels clicking down the hall as she stalked away. You gaped, turning from her back to stare up at Sukuna. 

“I just need to pee.” You said helplessly, ready to offer Sukuna cash to move the hell out of your way. Sukuna tilted his head as he studied you, looking slightly amused. 

“You sure you wanna use this bathroom? We left a bit of a mess.” He drawled and you wrinkled your nose. 

“You’re disgusting.“ You muttered, “Use a bedroom next time. Don’t you literally live here?” 

“That little attitude is why you’re not getting fucked on the bathroom sink, princess.” Sukuna retorted smartly, grinning, flashing his canines, “Though if you apologize, I’ll reconsider.” You scoffed, but a flush of embarrassment grew on the back of your neck. Where did this asshole find the audacity?

“I don’t-I’m…just get the hell out of my way!” You spluttered, shoving your way past Sukuna, pushing him out of the bathroom as he laughed, raising his hands as he backed away. You slammed the door shut behind you, fuming as you locked it. Scanning the space, inhaling the smell of Sukuna’s cologne and musk of sex, you decided maybe you should try and find a different bathroom. 

~ ~ ~ 

The night ended with you and Nobara lying face-up on your bed back in your dorms. It was three in the morning, and Yuji and Megumi had just dropped the two of you off, leaving you both with a bag of greasy fast food you both wolfed down eagerly. 

‘’Sukuna said that to you? That’s hilarious.’’ Nobara chuckled as she stuffed a handful of fries in her mouth. You rolled your eyes, your body still buzzing with the effects of the copious amounts of alcohol you’d drank that night. 

‘’Is he always like that?’’ You asked her, turning onto your side to get a better view of your friend. Nobara made a face. 

‘’Yeah…he’s a total fuckboy. Slept with most of the sororities on campus, allegedly,’’ She explained, ‘’In high school, whenever he’d come back home, there’d be a different girl coming out of his room every week. Dude’s a slut.’’

‘’Yeah, I pieced that together.’’ You hummed, looking back up at the ceiling as you took a bite of your burger. 

‘’Yuji can barely have female friends, I’m the only one who’s stuck around long enough,’’ She continued, ‘’Helps that I’m not into guys though.’’ Nobara snickered, then she gave you a pointed look, ‘’Don’t sleep with him, girl. You’ll regret it.’’ 

‘’God, I wasn’t planning on it.’’ Your cheeks heated up as you shook your head fervently at the idea. You didn’t need any more warnings about Ryomen Sukuna. He was someone that definitely was not part of your college plan. 

~ ~ ~ 

Apparently, college had different plans for you. 

You hurried into your stats lecture five minutes late, which never happened. You weren’t the type to skip, much less get to class late. Your face burned as you ducked your head and made your way to your usual seat in the middle, the professor’s voice droning on in the background. This was one of your nightmares that came to life. Arriving late, the door squeaked shut as every eye turned to watch you momentarily. You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw your seat was taken by someone you’d never seen in the vicinity of this building since the term started. 

‘’Sukuna?’’ You let out a strangled whisper of shock as you stopped behind him. He peered up at you, bored, lounging in the seat he was much too big for, thighs spreading wide. An infuriating smirk grew on his face as his eyes flashed with recognition even as he got your name wrong on purpose. 

‘’Hey princess, did I steal your spot?’’ He drawled in his rumbling baritone, painted fingers spinning a pen in a quick circle, his notebook noticeably empty. Your eye twitched as you clutched your bag. 

‘’Are you even in this class?’’ You whispered to him, ducking lower so you wouldn’t disturb the class. Sukuna raised a pierced brow as he leaned back in his chair. 

‘’Gotta get the stats credit,’’ He explained smoothly, his eyes dragging up your form, ‘’I’m here for participation, babe.’’ You curled your lip, shifting uncomfortably under his heavy stare. 

‘’Don’t call me that,’’ You snapped. You didn’t care if he was Yuji’s brother, you didn’t like this guy and you weren’t going to pretend like you did. Sukuna gave you a blank look as he rested his chin on his palm. 

‘’You can sit on my lap if you’d like.’’ He rumbled, grinning wickedly as he patted his thigh. You kissed your teeth, not even dignifying that with a response as you made your way to the next row down, where the only seat available was unfortunately right in front of Sukuna. You sat down, frustration simmering under your skin and you could hear Sukuna’s snickering behind you. 

Usually, you had no trouble focusing in class. You paid attention, scribbling down notes on your printed out lecture slides you had in your folder, but you could feel Sukuna’s gaze burning holes into the back of your head. About halfway through the lecture, you felt something tug at your hair, but you knew who it was, so you kept your gaze forward. Did you just get transported back to second grade? Another tug, and you whipped around, eyes blazing, to give Sukuna a deadly stare. 

‘’What do you want?’’ You hissed in a hushed tone, hackles raised. Sukuna leaned forward over his desk, feigning a concerned look. 

‘’You got a pencil? I lost mine.’’

‘’Use your pen.’’ You whisper-shouted, turning back around. You heard Sukuna sigh from behind you.

‘’I want a pencil. A little nerd like you must have another one in that pencilcase, no?’’ He pressed, a little louder this time, and a couple heads turned to eye the two of you. You buried your face in your hands, cursing under your breath as you ignored him. Was there something about you that made you an easy target for him to torment? Was it because he knew you were Yuji’s friend and you wouldn’t go running to him to tattle? Whatever it was, ignoring didn’t seem to do the trick. Sukuna’s long legs spread under his desk to tap on the back of your chair, and he tugged on your hair a couple more times. 

‘’Come on princess, I know you wanna help me out, hm?’’ He crooned softly, a shit-eating grin on his face no doubt. The lecture had ended and you had barely written anything, Sukuna successfully having gotten under your skin enough to distract you. You spun around, heated and frustrated. 

‘’There’s no way you’re this bored that you have to waste your time trying to get on my nerves, right?’’ You snapped at him, giving him an accusing look.

‘’Trying to? I think I am getting on your nerves, princess.’’ He sneered, a self-satisfied look on his face like he’d just won something, and honestly, he had, given he’d gotten a reaction from you.

‘’I see you’re the only brother that inherited the insufferable gene.’’ You seethed, a second away from reaching over to strangle Sukuna with your bare hands. Sukuna laughed, a raspy, gritty sound, like a movie villain, but before he could reply, someone shouting his name got his attention. Turning to the lecture hall doors, you saw two guys you recognized from the frat party beckoning over to Sukuna. Sukuna nodded, immediately losing interest in whatever game he was trying to play with you as he got up, hefting his bag over his shoulder. 

‘’See you around princess.’’ He grunted, not even looking back at you as he left you behind, stewing in your annoyance. 

‘’Hopefully not.’’ You muttered under your breath as you shoved your things into your bag. 

But you did. Of course you did. 

Only a couple days later, you were sitting on your own in the basement of the library, typing away furiously on your laptop as you worked on an assignment when someone dropped themselves on the seat next to you. You closed your eyes momentarily as a familiar scent enveloped you, and you inwardly wished your friends were here to ward off the evil entity that was Ryomen Sukuna. 

‘’Look at the little try-hard,’’ He growled, man-spreading so far his thighs bumped yours, and you inched away with a scoff, ‘’Working on your assignment all on your own, princess? Where are your friends at, huh? Can’t find anyone willing to put up with you?’’ You took a deep breath, trying to bring yourself from the brink of going off on the older guy. You slowly retracted your hands from your keyboard and turned to look at Sukuna with your best death-glare. 

‘’What’s your problem, huh?’’ You questioned him, keeping your voice level, ‘’Did I do something to deserve your unwelcome attention or do you just have that much time on your hands?’’ You met Sukuna’s crimson eyes, not wavering even as he smirked, leaning closer to you. 

‘’Can you blame me for wanting to get to know one of my little brother’s new friends?’’ He drawled, not breaking eye-contact, ‘’Not my fault you’re so easy to rile up, princess.’’ You rolled your eyes with a sigh of exasperation. You didn’t have time for his games. You had a damn assignment to work on and Sukuna was ruining your focus. The tattooed frat guy chuckled as he relished in your obvious irritation. 

‘’What’s wrong, huh? Gonna go running to Yuji and tell on me?’’ He said in that rumble of his. You had to bite your tongue to prevent a scathing insult from escaping your lips. You couldn’t lie, the thought had crossed your mind, but now that Sukuna had said it, you’d rather die than give him the satisfaction. Pursing your lips, you dragged your eyes from Sukuna to look back at your laptop. Pointedly ignoring him, you continued working on your assignment. Silence followed as Sukuna rocked on the chair next to you. He could play this game very well, it seemed, and after five minutes even the silence got to you. 

‘’You’re just gonna sit here?’’ You said in a flat voice, still not looking at Sukuna, but you heard him chuckle.

‘’Yeah, the view’s not half-bad.’’ He snarked, and you had to suppress a groan, ‘’Though if you smiled you’d probably look cuter.’’ You just shook your head, continuing to type away. Ignoring him was your only option at this point, anything else would just be a win for Sukuna. It seemed to work, for a while at least. Sukuna sighed as he stayed seated next to you, fidgeting from time to time and scrolling on his phone. You prayed inwardly that he’d get bored and leave, but luck was clearly not on your side, and it hadn’t been since the day you met Sukuna. 

Sukuna hummed as you continued typing, twirling a pen he stole from you in tattooed fingers out of the corner of your eye. Fine. This was fine. Five minutes passed by, and you marvelled that Sukuna was able to keep quiet for such an extended period of time. You were starting to get looks from other students passing by, probably wondering what the hell frat president Ryomen Sukuna was doing with someone like you. 

‘’So, if I asked you to get a drink with me, what would you say?’’ Sukuna’s voice suddenly startled you out of your thoughts. Your brain short-circuited. You turned slowly to face him, a vaguely disgusted look on your face.

’’I’m sorry?’’ You exclaimed, jaw hanging open in disbelief. Sukuna grinned, dropping the pen and leaning closer to you, his commanding presence all-encompassing. 

‘’You heard me, princess. I’m asking you out.’’ He grunted, looking at you like he’d just bestowed a gift upon you, ‘’I could show you a good time for once in your life.’’ Your eye twitched. It seemed to do that a lot when he was around. You considered his words for a moment. All the flirting, the lewd insinuations, asking you out, it wasn’t because he was actually interested in you. No, he was simply playing a game, testing you, watching your reactions like a wildcat playing with its food. Even knowing his reputation, you didn’t even assume he wanted to fuck you, he just wanted the satisfaction of knowing he had you on his hook. 

‘’I think I’d rather drop dead than go out with you.’’ You said finally, voice emotionless as you met his gaze. Sukuna’s jaw ticked, smirk dropping into a sneer. He straightened, squaring his shoulders, and his dark gaze quickly reverted to a cool sense of composure.

’’Tch, you’re mid anyway.’’ He growled, grabbing his bag as he stood up, eyes sweeping over you dismissively as he stalked away from you. You knew not to let his insult get to you. What did it matter to you? You knew the age-old reaction from guys who got turned down, but you hadn’t expected it from someone like Sukuna. You figured he was just as much of an asshole as you thought he was. 

You sighed, turning back to your work, feeling exhausted for some reason. You hoped that that was enough for Sukuna to stay the hell away from you. 

~ ~ ~

A/N: suffering from sukuna brainrot heavily right now and this happened...my first attempt at enemies to lovers to please bare with me...let me know if you like and enjoy! series is posted on my ao3 as well!

[akaamarin]

Hand studies with them🤝🏻

Couldn't figure out a way to fit Sukuna's 2 other hands on the bottom one, forgive me😔✋🏻

[yummycastiel]

hanging by a moment (1) - ryomen sukuna

series pairing: reader x modern!Sukuna, f!reader x Sukuna, college!AU, frat!Sukuna

series synopsis: You hated Ryomen Sukuna, and he hated you. You had college all planned out, and there was no room in that plan for a messy situation with that tattooed menace, your friend's older brother. Sukuna was annoying, brash, and mean, and you weren't interested, but when it gets to be too much you have to decide to make peace with your tormentor, or, you crash and burn. SERIES CROSS-POSTED ON AO3 HERE

content/warnings: MDNI, enemies to friends(ish) to lovers, college au, opposites attract, sukuna and yuji are siblings, love/hate, situationship, smut, bickering, eventual romance, slow burn, forced proximity, sexual tension, romantic tension, recreational drug use, alcohol use

word count: 3,865 words

~ ~ ~

It was hard to make friends in college. Sure, you were all adults, going from class to class, working on presentations and joining teams and clubs, but if you missed the key first week of freshman year and didn’t find your group, well, you were fucked. Relegated to a quiet existence on the outskirts of student life, on the outside looking in. 

That’s what your first month of college was like. Coming down with a stomach bug during orientation week was no doubt the worst mistake you could have made, not that you had any control over the matter. By the time you were able to drag yourself from your dorm to your first class, social groups had been set, and you just came and went from lecture to tutorial to your bed, over and over again. The odd group project would come up and you’d chat with your desk partner, but that was about it. 

Until your roommate finally showed up. 

‘’Nice! You didn’t take up my space, that’s so thoughtful of you!’’ Nobara Kugisaki crowed as she threw her belongings onto her side of the room unceremoniously. You watched from your bed, smiling sheepishly as she strode about the room, critiquing the vibe of the regulated college dormitories. She was loud-spoken and intense, milling about the space and peppering you with questions about yourself. 

‘’What’s your major?’’ She asked as she started unpacking her suitcase, her brown bob-cut tossing as she turned to look at you with a grin. 

‘’Psychology.’’ You replied, watching her corner of the room descend into messy chaos. 

‘’Psych? Yeah, that seems to fit your vibe, I’m in communications, whatever that means-’’ 

Thus, you found your group. You made quick friends with Nobara and she introduced you to her other two friends she’d dragged along with her from high school, Yuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro. They welcomed you without a second thought, Yuji’s cheerful and sunny demeanor a stark contrast to Megumi’s calm silence, but you became quick friends with them as well. Soon enough the four of you were hanging out in each other's dorms, going out for late-night dinners in the dining hall, and cramming for midterms in the library. You felt then that your college experience had finally begun. 

You were a planner. You had your career path set since high school, carefully thought out which courses to take and which graduate programs to apply to afterwards. In college, you intended on having the full experience, and now you’d finally be able to check off the friendship box you’d been eagerly waiting for. Things would go smoothly from here on out, you were sure of it. 

~ ~ ~ 

It was a cool, autumn Friday night, the orange leaves swirling in the air as you and your friends walked up the steps of the frat party Yuji had practically begged you all to attend. You’d never been in a frat before, slightly wary of the whole idea, but Nobara and Yuji had managed to convince you and Megumi to tag along. This was part of the college experience, you thought to yourself as you ascended the steps. 

The party was already in full-swing, heavy rap music blaring through huge speakers making the house shake. Rowdy frat brothers whooped and hollered at the beer pong table, girls squealed and danced as shots were passed around. You looked around, taking in your surroundings. You’d been to parties before, you wouldn’t call yourself a party animal but you knew how to have fun from time to time. You just needed a little alcohol to help you get there. Before you could say anything, you walked face first into Yuji’s back as he stopped suddenly in front of you. 

‘’Who the hell do you know here, kid?’’ A cool voice from above sounded out. You peeled yourself off of Yuji with a grunt to look up and see a tall frat guy barring your way into the party. He had long black hair tied in a knot, bangs falling into his narrow eyes. He looked down on the four of you with a suspicious look, hands on his hips. 

‘’Hey man!’’ Yuji greeted cheerfully, smiling brightly, ‘’I’m uh, I’m Sukuna’s younger brother. Yuji itadori. You know him, right?’’ The raven-haired man eyed Yuji with a raised brow at the mention of his older brother’s name. Yuji had mentioned he was part of this frat, but you’d never seen him before. 

‘’Sukuna, huh?’’ The guy mused, ‘’Yeah, you definitely look like him, but he never mentioned you and your little friends were coming.’’ He looked behind Yuji to scan yourself and your two other friends. 

‘’Come on, just go ask him,’’ Yuji tried, offering the man an apologetic shrug, ‘’We’re super close! Best brother ever!’’ You bit the inside of your mouth, already preparing yourself to be kicked out of your very first party, but a figure appeared behind the frat brother blocking the way. 

‘’Half-brother.’’ Ryomen Sukuna corrected in a deep, gravelly voice. You knew it was him, because he looked exactly like Yuji, except where Yuji was all sunshine and rainbows, he was a glowering, stormy-looking giant. His pink hair was combed back, solid-black tattoos etched across his jaw and under his crimson eyes made him a terrifying sight to behold. Piercings decorated his ears and eyebrows, a white shirt hanging loosely on his muscled frame giving you a peek at the artwork inked onto his chest. You swallowed hard. This was Yuji’s brother? Oh, right, half-brother. 

‘’You invite these kids?’’ The other frat guy asked Sukuna, crossing his arms. Sukuna’s eyes fell on the four of you, looking thoroughly unimpressed and irritated. His red-stare made the hair on the back of your neck rise, like he was a king and you were all maggots served to him on a platter. His mouth sneered as he eyed his younger brother, who was bouncing on his heels. 

‘’No,’’ Sukuna grunted, giving Yuji a shove, ‘’But let them in Geto, it’s whatever.’’ The raven-haired man, Geto,, gave Sukuna one last look before he stepped to the side. 

‘’Enjoy.’’ He called as Sukuna grabbed Yuji by the scruff of his sweater, half-dragging him down the hall and you and the others had no choice but to follow. 

‘’Brat,’’ Sukuna sneered as he finally let go of Yuji, ‘’Who said you could come? And bring your friends?’’ His eyes dragged over you, Nobara, and Megumi, making your skin crawl. 

‘’Well, there’s no harm in us being here, right?’’ Yuji replied, shrugging, not paying much attention to Sukuna’s sour attitude, like he was used to it. Sukuna’s jaw twitched as he scoffed. 

‘’Whatever, just don’t fucking embarass me or I’m gonna kick your ass.’’ He drawled, ‘’That goes for you three as well.’’ He pointed at you and your friends, and you couldn’t help but make a face. What a dick. His eyes landed on you, and he raised an eyebrow. He certainly didn’t recognize you. Nobara and Megumi seemed unphased as Sukuna blinked and shouldered his way past you, stalking down the hall. 

‘’That’s Sukuna?’’ You mumbled as you followed your friends deeper into the party, ‘’He’s…uh-’’ 

‘’A dick?’’ Megumi said, hands stuffed in his pockets. 

‘’An asshole?’’ Nobara chimed in. 

‘’Yeah, Sukuna’s a character alright.’’ Yuji laughed as he poured out drinks, passing them around the group, ‘’He’s a junior, on the football team and the king of this frat. We have the same dad, different mom.’’ That explained it. Sukuna must have inherited his mom’s attitude then. 

Sukuna was shoved to the back of your mind as you got some more shots in you. Nobara practically egged you on, and even got Megumi to join in. With the alcohol in your system, Yuji’s drinking game started to make sense, socializing came easier, and the music started to sound good. 

You stumbled into the hall, one hand on the wall to steady yourself as you searched for the bathroom. You elbowed your way through the throng of students drinking and mingling, muttering apologies, and you grabbed onto the handle. Surprised, you found it was locked. 

“Heyy! Let me in! Gotta piss!” You yelled over the blaring music as you smacked the door, your state of inebriation making you forget the usual social niceties. You heard a high-pitched squeal from inside and a grunt. Oh great. You signed, knocking on the door with more force. 

“Can’t you go find a bedroom or something to go screw in? This is a bathroom, you know, where people go-“ 

The door swung open to reveal a disheveled Sukuna, glowering down at you as he buckled his belt. Your words died in the back of your throat as you craned your head to look up at him. His shirt was askew, a fresh, dark hickey blooming on his neck, and when you peered behind him you saw a pretty blonde that was half-dressed hopping off of the sink. 

“Oh…” You croaked dumbly, Sukuna’s dark glare making your heart race, “Hey…there…sorry to interrupt?” 

“The fuck do you want, kid?” Sukuna growled, raising a huge arm to rest against the doorframe, still not moving aside. 

“Um…I wanna use the washroom?” You replied, again making it sound like a question. Sukuna’s lip twitched. 

“You’re Yuji’s friend, aren’t you? I haven’t met you before.” He leaned down to get a closer look at you, his woodsy-smoky cologne wafting into your nose. You hated to admit it but he smelled good. You nodded, introducing yourself, and a dark smirk grew on Sukuna’s face. 

“Waiting in line then? Sorry princess, I have a refractory period, give me ten minutes and I’m all yours.” He snickered as the blonde buttoning up her shirt gave him a dirty look. 

“Jerk.” She hissed as she slipped out from behind him, heels clicking down the hall as she stalked away. You gaped, turning from her back to stare up at Sukuna. 

“I just need to pee.” You said helplessly, ready to offer Sukuna cash to move the hell out of your way. Sukuna tilted his head as he studied you, looking slightly amused. 

“You sure you wanna use this bathroom? We left a bit of a mess.” He drawled and you wrinkled your nose. 

“You’re disgusting.“ You muttered, “Use a bedroom next time. Don’t you literally live here?” 

“That little attitude is why you’re not getting fucked on the bathroom sink, princess.” Sukuna retorted smartly, grinning, flashing his canines, “Though if you apologize, I’ll reconsider.” You scoffed, but a flush of embarrassment grew on the back of your neck. Where did this asshole find the audacity?

“I don’t-I’m…just get the hell out of my way!” You spluttered, shoving your way past Sukuna, pushing him out of the bathroom as he laughed, raising his hands as he backed away. You slammed the door shut behind you, fuming as you locked it. Scanning the space, inhaling the smell of Sukuna’s cologne and musk of sex, you decided maybe you should try and find a different bathroom. 

~ ~ ~ 

The night ended with you and Nobara lying face-up on your bed back in your dorms. It was three in the morning, and Yuji and Megumi had just dropped the two of you off, leaving you both with a bag of greasy fast food you both wolfed down eagerly. 

‘’Sukuna said that to you? That’s hilarious.’’ Nobara chuckled as she stuffed a handful of fries in her mouth. You rolled your eyes, your body still buzzing with the effects of the copious amounts of alcohol you’d drank that night. 

‘’Is he always like that?’’ You asked her, turning onto your side to get a better view of your friend. Nobara made a face. 

‘’Yeah…he’s a total fuckboy. Slept with most of the sororities on campus, allegedly,’’ She explained, ‘’In high school, whenever he’d come back home, there’d be a different girl coming out of his room every week. Dude’s a slut.’’

‘’Yeah, I pieced that together.’’ You hummed, looking back up at the ceiling as you took a bite of your burger. 

‘’Yuji can barely have female friends, I’m the only one who’s stuck around long enough,’’ She continued, ‘’Helps that I’m not into guys though.’’ Nobara snickered, then she gave you a pointed look, ‘’Don’t sleep with him, girl. You’ll regret it.’’ 

‘’God, I wasn’t planning on it.’’ Your cheeks heated up as you shook your head fervently at the idea. You didn’t need any more warnings about Ryomen Sukuna. He was someone that definitely was not part of your college plan. 

~ ~ ~ 

Apparently, college had different plans for you. 

You hurried into your stats lecture five minutes late, which never happened. You weren’t the type to skip, much less get to class late. Your face burned as you ducked your head and made your way to your usual seat in the middle, the professor’s voice droning on in the background. This was one of your nightmares that came to life. Arriving late, the door squeaked shut as every eye turned to watch you momentarily. You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw your seat was taken by someone you’d never seen in the vicinity of this building since the term started. 

‘’Sukuna?’’ You let out a strangled whisper of shock as you stopped behind him. He peered up at you, bored, lounging in the seat he was much too big for, thighs spreading wide. An infuriating smirk grew on his face as his eyes flashed with recognition even as he got your name wrong on purpose. 

‘’Hey princess, did I steal your spot?’’ He drawled in his rumbling baritone, painted fingers spinning a pen in a quick circle, his notebook noticeably empty. Your eye twitched as you clutched your bag. 

‘’Are you even in this class?’’ You whispered to him, ducking lower so you wouldn’t disturb the class. Sukuna raised a pierced brow as he leaned back in his chair. 

‘’Gotta get the stats credit,’’ He explained smoothly, his eyes dragging up your form, ‘’I’m here for participation, babe.’’ You curled your lip, shifting uncomfortably under his heavy stare. 

‘’Don’t call me that,’’ You snapped. You didn’t care if he was Yuji’s brother, you didn’t like this guy and you weren’t going to pretend like you did. Sukuna gave you a blank look as he rested his chin on his palm. 

‘’You can sit on my lap if you’d like.’’ He rumbled, grinning wickedly as he patted his thigh. You kissed your teeth, not even dignifying that with a response as you made your way to the next row down, where the only seat available was unfortunately right in front of Sukuna. You sat down, frustration simmering under your skin and you could hear Sukuna’s snickering behind you. 

Usually, you had no trouble focusing in class. You paid attention, scribbling down notes on your printed out lecture slides you had in your folder, but you could feel Sukuna’s gaze burning holes into the back of your head. About halfway through the lecture, you felt something tug at your hair, but you knew who it was, so you kept your gaze forward. Did you just get transported back to second grade? Another tug, and you whipped around, eyes blazing, to give Sukuna a deadly stare. 

‘’What do you want?’’ You hissed in a hushed tone, hackles raised. Sukuna leaned forward over his desk, feigning a concerned look. 

‘’You got a pencil? I lost mine.’’

‘’Use your pen.’’ You whisper-shouted, turning back around. You heard Sukuna sigh from behind you.

‘’I want a pencil. A little nerd like you must have another one in that pencilcase, no?’’ He pressed, a little louder this time, and a couple heads turned to eye the two of you. You buried your face in your hands, cursing under your breath as you ignored him. Was there something about you that made you an easy target for him to torment? Was it because he knew you were Yuji’s friend and you wouldn’t go running to him to tattle? Whatever it was, ignoring didn’t seem to do the trick. Sukuna’s long legs spread under his desk to tap on the back of your chair, and he tugged on your hair a couple more times. 

‘’Come on princess, I know you wanna help me out, hm?’’ He crooned softly, a shit-eating grin on his face no doubt. The lecture had ended and you had barely written anything, Sukuna successfully having gotten under your skin enough to distract you. You spun around, heated and frustrated. 

‘’There’s no way you’re this bored that you have to waste your time trying to get on my nerves, right?’’ You snapped at him, giving him an accusing look.

‘’Trying to? I think I am getting on your nerves, princess.’’ He sneered, a self-satisfied look on his face like he’d just won something, and honestly, he had, given he’d gotten a reaction from you.

‘’I see you’re the only brother that inherited the insufferable gene.’’ You seethed, a second away from reaching over to strangle Sukuna with your bare hands. Sukuna laughed, a raspy, gritty sound, like a movie villain, but before he could reply, someone shouting his name got his attention. Turning to the lecture hall doors, you saw two guys you recognized from the frat party beckoning over to Sukuna. Sukuna nodded, immediately losing interest in whatever game he was trying to play with you as he got up, hefting his bag over his shoulder. 

‘’See you around princess.’’ He grunted, not even looking back at you as he left you behind, stewing in your annoyance. 

‘’Hopefully not.’’ You muttered under your breath as you shoved your things into your bag. 

But you did. Of course you did. 

Only a couple days later, you were sitting on your own in the basement of the library, typing away furiously on your laptop as you worked on an assignment when someone dropped themselves on the seat next to you. You closed your eyes momentarily as a familiar scent enveloped you, and you inwardly wished your friends were here to ward off the evil entity that was Ryomen Sukuna. 

‘’Look at the little try-hard,’’ He growled, man-spreading so far his thighs bumped yours, and you inched away with a scoff, ‘’Working on your assignment all on your own, princess? Where are your friends at, huh? Can’t find anyone willing to put up with you?’’ You took a deep breath, trying to bring yourself from the brink of going off on the older guy. You slowly retracted your hands from your keyboard and turned to look at Sukuna with your best death-glare. 

‘’What’s your problem, huh?’’ You questioned him, keeping your voice level, ‘’Did I do something to deserve your unwelcome attention or do you just have that much time on your hands?’’ You met Sukuna’s crimson eyes, not wavering even as he smirked, leaning closer to you. 

‘’Can you blame me for wanting to get to know one of my little brother’s new friends?’’ He drawled, not breaking eye-contact, ‘’Not my fault you’re so easy to rile up, princess.’’ You rolled your eyes with a sigh of exasperation. You didn’t have time for his games. You had a damn assignment to work on and Sukuna was ruining your focus. The tattooed frat guy chuckled as he relished in your obvious irritation. 

‘’What’s wrong, huh? Gonna go running to Yuji and tell on me?’’ He said in that rumble of his. You had to bite your tongue to prevent a scathing insult from escaping your lips. You couldn’t lie, the thought had crossed your mind, but now that Sukuna had said it, you’d rather die than give him the satisfaction. Pursing your lips, you dragged your eyes from Sukuna to look back at your laptop. Pointedly ignoring him, you continued working on your assignment. Silence followed as Sukuna rocked on the chair next to you. He could play this game very well, it seemed, and after five minutes even the silence got to you. 

‘’You’re just gonna sit here?’’ You said in a flat voice, still not looking at Sukuna, but you heard him chuckle.

‘’Yeah, the view’s not half-bad.’’ He snarked, and you had to suppress a groan, ‘’Though if you smiled you’d probably look cuter.’’ You just shook your head, continuing to type away. Ignoring him was your only option at this point, anything else would just be a win for Sukuna. It seemed to work, for a while at least. Sukuna sighed as he stayed seated next to you, fidgeting from time to time and scrolling on his phone. You prayed inwardly that he’d get bored and leave, but luck was clearly not on your side, and it hadn’t been since the day you met Sukuna. 

Sukuna hummed as you continued typing, twirling a pen he stole from you in tattooed fingers out of the corner of your eye. Fine. This was fine. Five minutes passed by, and you marvelled that Sukuna was able to keep quiet for such an extended period of time. You were starting to get looks from other students passing by, probably wondering what the hell frat president Ryomen Sukuna was doing with someone like you. 

‘’So, if I asked you to get a drink with me, what would you say?’’ Sukuna’s voice suddenly startled you out of your thoughts. Your brain short-circuited. You turned slowly to face him, a vaguely disgusted look on your face.

’’I’m sorry?’’ You exclaimed, jaw hanging open in disbelief. Sukuna grinned, dropping the pen and leaning closer to you, his commanding presence all-encompassing. 

‘’You heard me, princess. I’m asking you out.’’ He grunted, looking at you like he’d just bestowed a gift upon you, ‘’I could show you a good time for once in your life.’’ Your eye twitched. It seemed to do that a lot when he was around. You considered his words for a moment. All the flirting, the lewd insinuations, asking you out, it wasn’t because he was actually interested in you. No, he was simply playing a game, testing you, watching your reactions like a wildcat playing with its food. Even knowing his reputation, you didn’t even assume he wanted to fuck you, he just wanted the satisfaction of knowing he had you on his hook. 

‘’I think I’d rather drop dead than go out with you.’’ You said finally, voice emotionless as you met his gaze. Sukuna’s jaw ticked, smirk dropping into a sneer. He straightened, squaring his shoulders, and his dark gaze quickly reverted to a cool sense of composure.

’’Tch, you’re mid anyway.’’ He growled, grabbing his bag as he stood up, eyes sweeping over you dismissively as he stalked away from you. You knew not to let his insult get to you. What did it matter to you? You knew the age-old reaction from guys who got turned down, but you hadn’t expected it from someone like Sukuna. You figured he was just as much of an asshole as you thought he was. 

You sighed, turning back to your work, feeling exhausted for some reason. You hoped that that was enough for Sukuna to stay the hell away from you. 

~ ~ ~

A/N: suffering from sukuna brainrot heavily right now and this happened...my first attempt at enemies to lovers to please bare with me...let me know if you like and enjoy! series is posted on my ao3 as well!

[scorpionlafemme]

[homoquartz]

my dumb? founded. my flabbers? gasted. my gob??? smacked

[gauntletqueen]

my ass???? tonished

[pixlerelish]

My toxic trait is that no matter what I need three hours to myself at the end of the day to do absolutely nothing.

[papayajuan2019]

i could add a few more stages to grief if they let me

[sukurena]

❥ babysitter!reader x toji

he shows up late. again.

you’re sitting on the edge of the couch in your oversized t-shirt—not yours, actually his kid’s merch—scrolling on your phone and trying not to look annoyed. he left you sitting here for an hour longer than he said he would. something about a job. something about traffic.

and then he walks in—half buttoned shirt, sweat at his temples, muscles shifting under the fabric like he’s been moving fast. like he’s been fighting. or fucking. you wouldn’t be surprised if it were either.

"hey," he mutters, kicking his shoes off, tossing his keys somewhere behind him without looking. "thanks for stayin'."

you shrug. "he’s asleep."

“yeah?” he asks, voice low, eyes already dragging over your bare thighs. “you look bored.”

you don’t answer.

he walks closer, slow, heavy steps like he’s giving you time to change your mind. like he knows you won’t.

“been thinkin’ about you all night,” he says, now in front of you. hand already sliding under your chin, tilting it up. "sitting here, all cute. little shirt. no pants. legs spread like you're asking for it."

your cheeks burn. but your thighs part just slightly. instinct. permission.

"that so?" you mutter. "you think about your babysitter that much?"

he chuckles deep and smug—and kneels down between your knees like he’s praying. or prowling.

"you’ve been teasing me for weeks, sweetheart,” he murmurs, hands gliding up your thighs, rough thumbs stroking the skin. “thought it was about time i gave you somethin' to do with that mouthy attitude."

and then his fingers are under your underwear—your pretty little cotton briefs that suddenly feel soaked. he doesn’t ease in. just strokes once, slow, middle finger pressing up through your folds like he wants to test your limits.

“already wet?” he says, grinning. “fuck, you have been waiting.”

"shut up," you whisper, but your hips twitch into his hand.

he tugs the fabric to the side. one thick finger pushes in—just enough to feel the stretch. he watches your face when you gasp, watches your knees tremble and spread wider.

“tight little thing,” he mutters, and slides in deeper. “how the hell haven’t you been fucked raw already?”

“maybe i was waiting for you,” you say before you can think.

he groans and pushes in another finger.

you clench.

“fuckin’ soaked,” he murmurs, fingers pumping slow, wet sounds obscene in the quiet. “and you’re gonna sit here like a good girl and let me play with this pussy, yeah? after all your teasing?”

you nod, lips parted.

he curls his fingers just right, and you choke on your next breath, thighs shaking.

“look at you,” he growls, “already twitching. bet you’d cream on my cock in two minutes flat.”

"then fuck me," you gasp.

he smirks, presses his thumb to your clit—tight, filthy circles.

"nah, baby. not tonight."

another curl. another whimper.

"tonight’s just fingers. next time?" he licks his lips. "i ruin you completely."

[yummycastiel]

darker instincts. - ryomen sukuna

pairing: reader x modern!Sukuna, f!reader x Sukuna, mma!Sukuna x anxious reader

word count: ~9.3k

synopsis: you aren't sure how you got entangled with famous MMA fighter Ryomen Sukuna, and frankly you're baffled by his interest in you. you're from different worlds completely, and he's not what you need in your life...right? (god i suck at summaries).

content/warnings: MDNI, swearing, harassment, smut, graphic descriptions of violence, strangers to lovers, opposites attract, descriptions of social anxiety, pining, no use of y/n, flirting, not proof-read,

a/n: I started this a while ago and then I got writers block and then i hated it but i really wanted to post this. sorry if the ending is crappy and rushed but i invested too much time into it to just scrap it. Hope you enjoy! reader is inspired by my socially anxious ass. p.s Sukuna's walk out song is SpinDatBac by 42 Dugg

~ ~ ~

Ryomen Sukuna could hear the shouting and cheering. It rang in his ears as he walked out to the octagon, draped in a red velvet robe, hood pulled up to cover his pink hair. He could see hands reaching out for him, begging for a touch, an acknowledgement from the notorious King of Curses but Sukuna moved past them, ignoring them like they were insignificant insects, beneath him, every last one. He kept his gaze forward, crimson eyes dark as he shouldered his way to the cage, followed by his team of trainers and medics like a procession behind an emperor. The heavy bass of Sukuna’s walkout song blared over the speakers, barely heard above the roar of the crowd as Sukuna climbed into the cage, his trainer Uraume offering him a drink of water. 

Sukuna sat in his corner, still not acknowledging the crowd, keeping dangerously calm and composed, staring down his opponent as hands pulled off his robe and massaged his shoulders in preparation. Sukuna threw some water down his throat, eyes still on the opposite corner, flinging the bottle down as he heaved himself to his feet. 

He didn’t pay attention as the referee made the introductions, didn’t care when he heard the crowd scream louder for his title being called, just moved forward to the centre of the cage when he was motioned forward. Sukuna stared down his opponent, some asshole with electric blue hair whose name he had already forgotten. They made quick eye-contact, the other with a cocky smirk on his face, which Sukuna met with an impassive, almost bored look. The two fighters touched gloves, Sukuna never skipped that, then he went back to his corner. His team slipped away, until it was just him and the other fighter, along with the ref. 

As Sukuna waited, bouncing lightly on his heels, raising his gloves hands in front of his face, he took a deep breath in…then out, calming the excited pounding of his heart, the voice inside him screaming for blood. 

Then when the horn blared, Sukuna rushed forward. 

~ ~ ~ 

You’d never been to an MMA fight before. It wasn’t exactly your scene, at all, but when your friend Choso, who just so happened to be close with Sukuna, had practically begged you to come along, who were you to say no? Free tickets? Front-row seats to chaos and violence? You had an open mind after all. 

You remained seated, clutching onto your drink for dear life as the crowd around you surged to their feet, screaming out Ryomen Sukuna’s name. You kept your gaze forward, unable to tear your eyes away from the cage holding the two fighters that were going at each other. 

Sukuna moved with deadly precision, smooth as a panther, a sick, twisted grin on his face as he advanced on his opponent, Kashimo. His steps never faltered, his punches always landed, the corded muscles on his expansive, tattooed, back rippling as he fought. Sukuna was fast, spinning with expert, focused timing, powerful kicks barely being held back by Kashimo. The pink-haired fighter was relentless, backing the other into a corner as he got up in his face, landing an elbow strike on Kashimo’s chin with a sickening crack. 

Kashimo struggled to keep up, obviously outclassed, trying every so often to take Sukuna down with a clinch or a trip takedown. Sukuna toyed with the blue-haired man, feinting, spinning and sending a backkick to Kashimo’s face. He was a walking natural disaster, calamity in human skin as he took hit after hit from Kashimo like a tank getting shot at by pebbles. You stiffened as you watched, every so often flinching at the sound of fists landing on flesh. Sukuna cackled, goading his opponent with a deep, raspy growl. Kashimo spat out blood, chest heaving as he sank down into the corner. The seconds on the clock counted down the minute-long break, but Sukuna stayed on his feet, rolling out the muscles in his shoulder. 

The fight didn't last very much longer, the crowd roaring their approval as Sukuna wrestled Kashimo to the ground with incredible speed and force, using his huge legs to catch the other man in a triangle choke. You had to look away as you heard Sukuna land blow after blow on Kashimo’s face and could only look back when the horn blared, signalling the end. Sukuna was on his feet, pulling up a ruined Kashimo to give him a fist-bump. He raised his arms as the ref shouted out his victory, crimson eyes taking in the cheers from the crowd. Blood was splattered across his abdomen, not his own of course, and his face had returned to his impassive look of quiet calm from before. 

You felt a shiver run up your spine, the smell of sweat and blood filling your nose as the crowd jumped to their feet. You didn’t know quite what to think, but mostly you felt sympathy for whatever loved ones these fighters had that were watching. Who could possibly find this entertaining? Violence for sport, you knew it had been part of human history since the dawn of time, but you wondered what it could do to someone, and what kind of man Ryomen Sukuna was, knowing his own ability he had to hurt someone. 

~ ~ ~ 

You hadn’t meant to go with Choso to the afterparty at Sukuna’s huge, gated mansion, but he was personal friends with the fighter, and now you had personally met Ryomen Sukuna as the rap music deafened your ears. 

If you could call it meeting Sukuna. 

He had barely noticed you as Choso introduced you, both arms draped across the shoulders of a pair of pretty blondes that paid more attention to you than he did. To be fair, you’d been unable to make eye-contact with Sukuna for even a moment, your heart racing in your chest like you were being held at gun-point, but you hadn’t expected much from meeting the King of Curses. 

You stuck close to Choso’s side, heavily regretting attending as you watched Sukuna get surrounded by his cronies and adoring fans. He sported a lazy smirk on his face, barely interested in the festivities as he downed a shot that had been offered to him. You weren’t really sure what you had expected actually, but you supposed this seemed about right for an MMA star. 

After a while of being jostled around by the crowd of people at the party, you managed to excuse yourself to Choso, mumbling about finding the bathroom. You shoved through the crowd in desperate need of air as the haze of alcohol and smoke choked at you, and finally managed to slip away into a dark hall and you pushed a door open to find yourself outside. You took a deep breath in through your nostrils, filling your lungs with the sweet scent of the summer night air. Wrapping your arms around your shoulders, you leaned against the wall, trying to calm your anxiety-riddled thoughts. 

You often felt like you didn’t belong, especially in social interactions, and most of the time you could check yourself and recognize it was the social anxiety talking, but this time you knew this really wasn't your scene. You reached for the railing of the balcony, taking a step forward, but a dark figure out of the corner caught your eye and you jumped about three feet in the air as Ryomen Sukuna knelt forward in his chair, elbows resting on his knees as he eyed you. 

Sukuna wasn’t injured at all, the punches from his opponent clearly hadn't had much of an effect on him, but he seemed weary. He raised his tattooed fingers to his mouth, taking a drag from his cigarette and his eyebrow piercings glinted in the light of the fairy lights hung above the balcony. You panicked a bit, fumbling with your bag as you gave Sukuna a sheepish look. 

‘’S-sorry-’’ You excused yourself, ‘’Didn’t know anyone was out here.’’ You inwardly cursed yourself for sounding like a damn scaredy-cat, especially in front of a man like Ryomen Sukuna. It was strange to place this man sitting near you with the fighter who had beaten Kashimo into a pulp only a couple of hours ago. 

‘’You’re Choso’s friend, right?’’ His voice came out as a croon, low and rough, smoke billowing from his nostrils as he tilted his head to look at you. Sukuna’s eyes roved over your form, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes, but his lips didn’t change from his straight faced-serious look. You stopped, chewing nervously on your lip. 

‘’Oh, yeah.’’ You mumbled a reply, repeating your name because you knew Sukuna obviously didn’t remember it. You didn't blame him. ‘’Just needed some air.’’ You explained, nervously glancing at the doorway, trying to find a not-so-awkward way of excusing yourself before you embarrassed yourself in front of Sukuna. Sukuna’s eyes narrowed. 

‘’You watched my fight.’’ Sukuna said, not a question but an observation. You just nodded. ‘’Your first time watching MMA?’’

‘’Is it that obvious?’’ You chuckled lightly, your fingers fumbling with the hem of your skirt. 

‘’You look like I’m about to attack you.’’ Sukuna drawled, taking another hit, the embers of his cigarette dimly lighting up his face, ‘’You scared?’’ He sounded like he was making fun of you. You shifted uncomfortably on your feet under his red stare. 

‘’I’m-I’m not scared of you, if that’s what you mean.’’ You replied, waving your hand, ‘’Just haven’t consumed enough alcohol to function like a normal person at a party like this.’’ You offered Sukuna an apologetic smile. He dropped his cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his boot and he got to his feet. You craned your neck as he got to his full height, he just kept going, and going, and going. What kind of freak was that tall? 

‘’Function like a normal person, huh?’’ Sukuna rumbled, leaning against the railing, crossing his arms in front of his huge chest. His eyes studied you like he’d never seen a person before and the thought crossed your mind that this could be some sort of intimidation tactic. You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. 

‘’Yeah, you know, this really isn’t my scene.’’ You said and Sukuna snorted. 

‘’I can tell.’’ He said, his lips forming into a slight smirk, ‘’Did you enjoy watching the fight?’’ Your mouth went dry as Sukuna asked you the question. You swallowed thickly, managing to meet his gaze. 

‘’Honestly…it was kinda stressful to watch.’’ You replied honestly, ‘’Not to say you weren’t impressive, because you were, really, really impressive, good job by the way, but I mean-I’ve never understood the appeal of watching people hurt others for entertainment, you know? No offence…’’ You were rambling, and mentally kicked yourself as you trailed off, wanting the floor to open up underneath your feet and swallow you whole. You chanced a glance up at Sukuna, thinking he’d be offended, but his shoulders shook slightly as he chuckled. 

‘’You think it’s about hurting the other person?’’ Sukuna asked, looking down at you as he took a step closer. You caught a whiff of his manly, dark cologne. 

‘’Isn't it?’’ You asked, surprised at the slight challenging tone in your voice, ‘’You seemed to be enjoying it, when you were up there.’’ 

‘’Sure, I have fun in the cage.’’ Sukuna mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He moved slowly, almost carefully. ‘’But it’s less about hurting someone else and more about testing my own limits. Walking the line between mastery and chaos.’’ A slight breeze tugged at your hair as you watched Sukuna talk. You blinked in surprise at the turn the conversation had taken. 

‘’Mastery?’’ you echoed, feeling a little stupid. 

‘’It’s hard to explain to someone who’s probably never thrown a punch in their life.’’ Sukuna said, teasing you, giving you a glance, ‘’Every fight is like a test for me, a test to see how much I can push myself, push my limits, see what I’m capable of. A real opponent I’m up against helps me improve. That’s what I enjoy.’’ 

‘’Pushing your physical abilities or…is there something else?’’ You dared to ask after a moment of silence. Sukuna turned to face you, intense stare boring into you. For a moment you swore you hadn't seen him look so interested in something all night. Up close you could see he was handsome, snakebite piercings on his lips curling up as he smirked. 

‘’What’s this something else you’re insinuating, sweetheart?’ Sukuna asked, but he looked like he already knew what you were going to say. He was leaning closer to you, forearms resting on the railing in front of him but he was looking at you like you were the most amusing thing on the planet. You were thankful for the dim light that hid the hint of a blush on your cheeks. 

‘’Aggression…violence…those qualities necessary to do the things you do in that cage.’’ You murmured. You had to break eye-contact with Sukuna, and you swiveled to look up at the night sky. ‘’Mastery versus chaos. That’s what you mean.’’ You heard Sukuna exhale through his nose beside you but he was quiet.

‘’You put it better than I would.’’ Sukuna finally said with a sigh. His shoulder was brushing yours now and you tried not to think about it too hard, ‘’Sounds cheesy but every fighter knows they have those darker instincts inside them. Some try to deny it, pretend to be someone they aren't. Others revel in it, lose who they are to the fight and eventually it’s the only way they know how to function. For me, I acknowledge it. I lean into it and use it to channel everything I got. It takes focus. Precision.’’ You listened to Sukuna intently, nodding at his words as he rubbed his bruised knuckles.

‘’Makes a lot of sense when you explain it like that.’’ You said softly, ‘’You’ve trained to stay composed, in control of who you are so that you’re aware of what you’re capable of.’’ You looked back at Sukuna to find that he was staring at you, a curious look on his face. His mouth twitched, but before he could say anything else the door to the balcony burst open and a gaggle of people looking for a place to smoke cut through the comfortable silence. They were too drunk to notice you and Sukuna, and the pink-haired fighter shot them a look over his shoulder. 

‘’Anyway,’’ You said, trying a little too hard to seem casual in an attempt to shake off the little spell Sukuna had put you under with his watchful eyes, ‘’I gotta say, getting insight from an expert like you sure has made MMA a lot more interesting for me.’’ You joked, a small smile growing on your lips. Sukuna grinned in a way that made your heart flutter. Your eyes travelled over his broad shoulders, watching as he leaned down, face inches from yours. 

‘’That so?’’ He rumbled, voice oozing seduction without probably meaning to, ‘’I’ve piqued your interest, hm, princess?’’ You did what you always did when you were nervous and you laughed it off. Guy probably princess’ed his way into most girls' pants. Your phone buzzed with a text from Choso, letting you know that your uber was outside. Sukuna’s eyes flicked down then back up to your face. 

‘’I’m gonna head out, but it was really nice talking to you Sukuna. Thanks for the party and for the chat.’’ You said politely, letting go of the railing. Suddenly, Sukuna’s hand shot out, wrapping his large, warm fingers around your wrist. 

‘’Have I convinced you to come watch another one of my fights?’’ He asked, holding you in place. His grip was surprisingly gentle for a man you’d seen easily pummel another into the ground with his fists. You felt your face flush and you nodded a little too quickly. 

‘’Yeah, sure.’’ You croaked out, looking down to stare at where his hand wrapped around your wrist. Sukuna chuckled, letting go of you and taking a step back. 

‘’Good.’’ 

~ ~ ~ 

Sukuna was trying his very best not to sound like a pathetic simp when he picked up his phone to give Choso a call, but it really wasn’t working out in his favour. Choso’s questioning voice came through the phone as Sukuna chewed on his bottom lip, frustration thrumming in his veins. 

‘’Yeah man, just give me her fuckin’ number.’’ Sukuna was growling into the phone, ‘’What do you mean why? Cause I want it, that’s why.’’ 

‘’I seriously didn’t think she was your type.’’ Choso chuckled as he sent Sukuna your contact info, and Sukuna felt his hand tighten around his phone when he felt it vibrate with the notification.

‘’Just shut up.’’ Sukuna scowled, ‘’I’m inviting her myself to my next fight, now leave me the fuck alone.’’ He hung up, cutting off Choso’s annoying laugh. Sukuna’s thumb hovered over your phone number, debating whether he should call or text you. He was highly irritated right now. He hadn't been able to get you out of his damn mind since the party three days ago. No amount of sparring, lifting, or ice baths could take his mind off you for long, you just crept back into the crevices of his thoughts. Sukuna hadn't spent too much time with you, but he could remember the way your voice sounded, how good you smelt, and how your big eyes glittered in the dim light of the balcony as you listened to him. He creeped your social media, which thankfully was public (he’d have to remind you to change that), getting a couple glances into what your life was like. 

When you had been introduced to him that night, Sukuna hadn’t noticed you much. He was too busy, distracted by the high of his victory, the cheering and all the attention. You were just a random friend of Choso’s. Then he’d gotten a closer look and he’d found it increasingly difficult to keep his eyes off of you. Sukuna scoffed as he remembered the moments after you left the party. He ended the night like he usually did, with another girl in his bed, and it had done the trick for a while, but it wasn't long before he started to wonder what your lips tasted like instead. 

Sukuna spun his phone in his fingers. It shouldn’t be too hard for him to get what he wanted, then for sure, he wouldn’t be so distracted anymore. He wasn't sure what it was about you that intrigued him so much. You were without a doubt, very  pretty, your honesty and openness making you easy to talk to. You were so different from the people he usually surrounded himself with, so he chalked it up to simple curiosity. 

As Sukuna typed out his message to you, he told himself he’d have to apologize to Choso later for going after his friend. 

~ ~ ~ 

(unknown number): i’m sending you a pass for my next fight. Be there, and I'll show you just how entertaining the sport can be. 

You felt your stomach tighten as you read the text. It was Sukuna, obviously, and you wondered how he got your number. Did he have people for this kind of thing? To track down girls’ numbers? Your fingers nervously typed out and deleted a message three times. You weren’t sure what the hell was going on. What dream (or nightmare) did you wake up to where a pro MMA athlete was texting you and inviting you to his fights? Well, he didn’t invite you really, more like he demanded your appearance. You shot a text to Choso first to see if he was going. Like hell you were attending alone. You swiped back to Sukuna’s conversation once you received confirmation from him.

(You): see you then. Thanks for the invite :) 

Short and friendly. Perfect. You almost jumped out of your skin when you saw the three little dots pop up on your screen, signalling that Sukuna was already texting you back. 

(unknown number): you’ll be like a little good luck charm. 

Your face heated up, turning off your phone and flinging it onto the couch, your heart pounding. Whatever this was, it couldn’t be good. You’d spent years sifting through situationship after situationship, finally figuring out who you were, what you wanted. A famous MMA fighter flirting with you didn't fit in this self-healing journey of yours, but before you could get too ahead of yourself, you paused. You shouldn’t assume anything about Sukuna. Maybe he was just being friendly. 

~ ~ ~ 

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t just being friendly. 

You shifted on your feet as you watched Sukuna accept the thunderous applause from the crowd after yet another victory. He was shirtless, sweat making his muscled torso gleam under the lights of the stadium, and he swung around, flexing his huge biceps that made your stomach flutter. He caught your eye, winking as he smirked. Women in your vicinity screamed, and you had to laugh, shaking your head as Choso leaned into your ear to tease you, ‘’looks like he likes you.’’

Sukuna had given an incredible performance, having you on the edge of your seat for every minute. This time you didn’t glance away, even when his opponent managed to land some good punches to his jaw. You still didn’t exactly enjoy watching the fight, but you could see what Sukuna had meant. Watching him was like watching a wild animal, but his control blew you away. He was an artist, fluid movements almost graceful as he beat the other fighter to a pulp, harnessing all his power into his fists.

‘’How did I do?’’ Sukuna’s rumble made you look up at him. He had pulled you into the locker room after the fight, telling Choso he’d show you around, but he just plopped himself down on the bench, towel slung over his broad shoulders, watching you. 

‘’You’re asking me?’’ You laughed softly, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, ‘’I’m not an expert.’’ Sukuna chuckled, a low and dangerous sound that made your heart beat faster. 

‘’I still wanna know your thoughts.’’ He replied, leaning back on his hands. You chewed the inside of your cheek. 

‘’It’s…bloody,’’ You began, glancing at his bruised and bloodied cheek, ‘’But the more I paid attention, the more I thought you were pretty incredible. It’s interesting, seeing how you calculate every move, thinking through the fight even when everything is moving so fast.’’ Sukuna blinked, momentarily silent as you watched a slow smirk grow on his face. 

‘’You’re very observant.’’ He mused, getting up from his seat. He wiped at the blood on his cheek as he took a step closer to you, ‘’Did you also observe how I was showing off a bit for you?’’ Like you did with most situations where you didn’t know how to act, you laughed it off. 

‘’That was you showing off?’’ You asked, ‘’Didn’t know you were so eager to convert me into an MMA fan.’’ 

‘’Whatever gets you to come to more of my fights.’’ Sukuna replied smoothly, crimson eyes boring into yours, ‘’I could use a good luck charm, you know.’’ You inhaled sharply as the big man took another step closer, towering over you now, an irritatingly handsome smirk painted on his lips. 

‘’Good luck charm? I’m sure you have a couple of those already.’’ You teased, your fingers nervously toying with your necklace. Sukuna snorted, but didn’t reply to that. 

‘’You’re coming to the party, right?’’ He asked, sounding almost impatient to find out. You hummed. 

‘’Oh, I don’t know, I’ve got an early morning tomorrow-’’ You began to protest, but Sukuna raised an eyebrow, interrupting you. 

‘’You’re coming.’’ Was all he said, a knowing look in his crimson eyes as he turned away from you to get changed. You could hear his laugh from behind you as you stumbled out of the room to give him privacy, cheeks burning. You always had a hard time saying no to people. 

~ ~ ~ 

As the alcohol flowed through your veins, and the music boomed in your ears, you suddenly recalled what it was like to be a normal, sociable person. Sukuna threw down another shot with you, his big hand warm on your shoulder as he kept you steady. Choso was there, your other friends as well, but in your buzzed state it was hard to escape Sukuna’s orbit. He pulled you in with the gravitational pull of the sun with the planets, and you let yourself be pulled. No harm in having a little fun, right? 

You and Sukuna had stumbled into his room, laughing and giggling as he took another swig from a bottle of alcohol that had just been opened and was already half-empty. This wasn’t an out-of-control kind of drunk, but a fun, warm sensation that loosened your inhibitions and let you speak your mind freely. Sukuna showed you around his huge bedroom, pointing out his many trophies and UFC belts that he’d won. What you were most interested in was the pictures framed on his wall, pictures of him with his trainers, all at different ages. You laughed as you spotted one where he was just a lanky sixteen-year-old, pimples on his face, but the same lazy smirk. 

‘’I can’t believe you had all those tattoos when you were that young.’’ You were saying, one finger tracing over the photo. Sukuna was right next to you, slightly wobbly on his feet, warmth radiating off his body as he leaned against you. 

‘’As you can see my parents did not give a fuck.’’ He rasped, grinning from ear to ear. You burst out into a fit of giggles. ‘’Why are you laughing?’’ He asked, shoulders shaking as he started laughing as well. 

‘’I don’t know-’’ You said breathlessly, clutching your aching sides, ‘’Just picturing sixteen year old Sukuna trembling in the tattoo shop.’’ You teased, and Sukuna growled, his arm snaking around your shoulders as you swayed. 

‘’Brat,’’ He scoffed, ‘’I told you to call me by my first name.’’ 

‘’Ryomen?’’ You hummed, turning your head and looking up at him, ‘’So formal…why not Ryo? Does anyone call you Ryo? I think it sounds cute.’’ You were drunk, but not too drunk to appreciate how easy it was to be around Sukuna. God, maybe it was the alcohol, but he certainly wasn’t what you expected. Sukuna turned you so that you were facing him, leaning in a little closer, having to duck his head down to meet your gaze. 

‘’No one calls me that, but I kind of like it when you say it.’’ He mumbled, his hands rubbing your arms. You giggled again, cheeks hot.

‘’Maybe I’ll start a trend, instead of Sukuna, the King of Curses you can be Ryo-’’ You were cut off suddenly by Sukuna crashing his lips down to yours, fingers tightening around your shoulders as he pulled you flush against him. You made a muffled sound of surprise, hands flying up to his chest. It happened so quickly, in an instant you were drowning in him, his earthy musky scent with a hint of his alluring cologne filled your senses, lips soft and hungry at the same time as he kissed you. His hands smoothed across your back, running up under your shirt, calloused fingers leaving a scorching trail of fire on your skin. 

You were powerless against him, your mouth moving automatically to kiss him back before your better judgement could kick in, which it did, then you pushed back slightly. Your chest was heaving, and you managed to meet Sukuna’s gaze. ‘’W-wait-’’ You mumbled, trying to push him away but it was like trying to move a mountain. Sukuna wrapped his hand around your wrist, holding on tightly as he bent to kiss your neck. 

‘’Let me kiss you.’’ He muttered darkly, his hot breath tickling your neck, lips leaving wet kisses on your sensitive skin. You couldn't pull away, couldn't move. You tilted your head back for him without thinking, caught under his spell once more and you felt his lips curl into grin against your throat. 

‘’God, you’re cute.’’ Sukuna rasped, pushing you up against the wall, hands all over you. Squeezing your thighs, running up your stomach, sensual and captivating, those same hands that beat his opponents in the cage were the same ones that touched you with needy desperation. A tiny moan tumbled past your lips as Sukuna returned his attention to your mouth, nipping and biting, and your hands ran through his hair. You shivered when one of Sukuna’s hands hiked up your skirt, the other pulling up your shirt so he could squeeze your chest. Sudden realization dawned on you there, a sliver of rational thought making you wake up from the haze of want.

‘’We are not having sex,’’ You gasped into Sukuna’s mouth, and you felt his lips curve into a wicked smile. 

‘’That’s fine,’’ He murmured, caressing your face softly like you were something delicate but his eyes were a raging storm, ‘’Just wanna touch you.’’ You groaned softly, resting your head against the wall as he caged you in, hulking body pressing into yours and forcing the air from your lungs. As much as you wanted him in that moment, there was still a sober part of you that was screaming at you to tread carefully. This man was from a different world and this didn’t make any sense whatsoever, but you supposed you could enjoy this one thing. 

Sukuna pulled you to his huge, king-sized bed where you both tumbled onto the mattress, a flurry of limbs and giggles. He was on top of you now, one hand wrapped around your neck as he kissed you, messy, sloppy, fucking hot, the other dipping in between your legs. He laughed, eyes flickering back up to yours when he noticed how wet you were. 

‘’You’re fucking dripping,’’ Sukuna crooned, his lips falling to your ear, ‘’Didn’t know you wanted me as bad as I want you, princess.’’ You bit your lip, trying to bite back the strangled moan as Sukuna slid two warm fingers between your folds, making your head spin. 

‘’S-Sukuna-’’ You stammered, voice breathy and weak, your hand flying to his wrist. Sukuna kissed his teeth, biting down on your earlobe sharply. 

‘’What did I tell you?’’ He scolded roughly, his thumb stroking your neck as he held you. He sank his fingers inside you, obscene wet sounds making you blush. ‘’Don’t call me that.’’

‘’Ryo.’’ You whined, bucking your hips up into his hand, and you swore you felt Sukuna shiver. 

‘’Much better.’’ Sukuna kissed your jaw, fingers working their magic, and you felt that hot coil in your core tighten as you squirmed beneath him. ‘’Been waiting for this princess, thinking about this for days.’’ Sukuna continued to kiss you, your lips, your neck, leaving bruises you knew you’d have to cover up the next day, thumb toying with your clit and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You were moaning, whimpering, almost begging him for release. His lips tasted so good, surprisingly sweet, and you chased them when he pulled away to look at you. 

‘’Wanna watch you come on my fingers,’’ Sukuna drawled, ‘’Give it to me, princess, please-’’ His desperation made your eyes roll to the back of your head as you arched into his chest, body convulsing as the coil inside you finally snapped and a rushing wave of delirious pleasure crashed over you. Sukuna let out a low moan, peppering your neck and collarbone with soft kisses as you eased back onto the bed, heart still beating fast. 

‘’Fuck.’’ You mumbled, blushing as you watched Sukuna lick his fingers, giving you an evil little smile as he rolled onto his side, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He must’ve finger-fucked the alcohol out of your system because you felt stone-cold sober now, suddenly feeling self-conscious and nervous as you hurriedly pulled your skirt down to cover yourself. Your thighs were a sticky mess, and Sukuna noticed, using a hand to wipe you up despite your protests. 

“Don’t be so shy,” Sukuna rasped, teasing, “Makes me wanna pin you down and fuck you.” The tips of your ears burned, and you ducked your gaze away from him as you sat up in the bed, trying to adjust your shirt. This was fine, right? Not a big deal at all. Sukuna watched you fumble with your top, and reached over to help, fingers brushing against your skin gently. The hunger in his eyes was still there, calmer now, but the way he smiled at you as he whispered that you were beautiful made you think that maybe he was made of gentler stuff than he let on. 

~ ~ ~ 

You spent the rest of the party trying to act like Ryomen Sukuna hadn’t just made you finish all over his tattooed fingers. You kept your face hidden in your glass of water as you sipped it, trying to focus on what Choso and your other friends were talking about. You could feel Sukuna’s heated gaze on you from afar, as he leaned against the wall, smoking cigarette in hand. You managed to skillfully avoid him, though he wasn’t chasing you. In fact, he looked frustrated, slightly annoyed even as he eyed you. 

You walked down the hall from the bathroom, shifting through your bag to find your phone, when a strong arm wrapped around your waist and dragged you into a nearby room. You yelped, startled, but your sound of surprise was muffled by Sukuna pressing in close to your cheek, sharp canines dragging over your skin. 

“Come over tomorrow.” He whispered, voice low and raspy. His hands held your hips with bruising force. You squirmed, hands on his shoulders to try and push him away. 

“Why?” You asked softly, glancing up at him nervously. Sukuna frowned, pausing his movements as he narrowed his eyes coldly. 

“Why? Don’t think any girl has asked me that before.” He grumbled, wrapping the tendrils of your hair around his fist, ‘’Why do you think, princess? ‘Cause I wanna see you.’’ Your traitorous cheeks blushed crimson, like Sukuna’s eyes. 

‘’Why do you wanna see me?’’ You asked again, your hands on his shoulders feeling how he tensed up with irritation. Sukuna looked like he was about to snap something at you, but he managed to give you a wry smile. 

‘’I like talking to you. Like looking at you, touching you.’’ His hand squeezed your hip with bruising force, as if to remind you he was there, ‘’Wanna do more of it.’’ You cursed yourself inwardly. Why did those words make your stomach flutter so easily? Make you wanna give in and surrender, nod and smile and tell Sukuna he was everything you were looking for. You knew he wasn’t. At least you thought so, but you weren’t what he was looking for either. 

‘’Look, I…I’m flattered, really,’’ You began, words getting caught halfway in your throat but you managed to choke them out, ‘’But I want to save you the trouble and let you know that I’m definitely not whatever you’re looking for.’’ Sukuna stared at you for a moment, blinking, lips curling into a frown. 

‘’The fuck?’’ He scoffed, leaning away from you, hands loosening their grip on your hips, ‘’What does that even mean?’’ 

‘’This-’’ You said, gesturing between the two of you, ‘’Wouldn’t work, so I’ll save us the trouble, because I’m not your type, you’re not mine, and-’’ Sukuna’s hand shot out, landing it hard on the wall next to your face, and he peered down at you, eyes flashing with something dark and dangerous, every instinct in your body telling you to turn tail and run. 

‘’Sounds like you’ve been doing a lot of thinking about this, huh?’’ He drawled, feigned amusement evident in his voice, barely masking his frustration, ‘’Lots of assumptions about me too. What the hell do you know about me, hm? About my type? We worked pretty well earlier when I had you gushing all over my fucking fingers-’’ You made a scandalized sound and your hands came up to cover your face in embarrassment. 

‘’God, stop!’’ You begged him, unable to meet his eyes as your face burned with the memory.

‘’No, I'm not gonna stop. Why are you making this so damn difficult? Just cause you’re a little different? Just because I am who I am? I didn't take you for that type of person.’’ Sukuna snapped, frustration simmering in his eyes. 

‘’It’s not- wait, what do you mean I’m a little different?’’ 

‘’I mean, yeah, you got a point, you’re not like most of the girls I’ve been with or dated, but I dont give a fuck, I like you and-’’

‘’No, no, stop-‘’ You whispered frantically, but before you could finish your sentence, the sound of footsteps startled you and Sukuna out of your confrontation. You both glanced to the side to see Choso standing there, blinking with wide eyes as he stared, looking slightly embarrassed. 

‘’Hey? You guys good?’’ The darker-haired man asked, tilting his head. You nodded, freeing yourself from Sukuna’s grip, and you heard a growl rumble in his chest. 

‘’Yeah, I’m fine.’’ You mumbled, cheeks flushing. A million thoughts raced through your mind. You’re not like most of the girls I’ve been with or dated. Models? Famous actresses? That was what he meant, right? Not some random girl like yourself, no, Sukuna made it clear he didn’t fish in the pond you were in. He must not be used to not getting what he wanted. Short term satisfaction, you were sure that’s what he was after, and knowing you, you’d want more. Kissing him has made you realize that. 

‘’Uber is here.’’ Choso said, eyes flickering cautiously between you and Sukuna. You just nodded, not looking back at Sukuna as you joined your friend. Choso spared Sukuna a glance over his shoulder and waved, and all you could hear was Sukuna kissing his teeth. You couldn’t look back, so you didn’t, but you felt his hot stare drilling holes into the back of your head. Shit. 

~ ~ ~ 

The next week was strange to say the least. Sukuna was blowing up your phone, texts, calls, and you did your best to fend him off but he was relentless. You were awful at saying no to people. You hated ghosting, so ignoring him wasn’t an option, especially since Sukuna hadn’t done anything wrong, really. So, why were you evading him? 

That was something your friends asked you about every day. Really, how can you say no to Ryomen Sukuna? 

Fuck if you knew. To save yourself some heart ache maybe? Because you were a coward? Either one, or both.

You sighed as you placed the latest order of flowers on your kitchen table that had arrived moments ago. No note this time, but you knew who it was from. If Sukuna was trying to woo you, it would work, if you weren’t so deadset on saving yourself from heartbreak. Hadn’t he gotten what he wanted? If he was just after sex, which he probably was, you knew he could get it anywhere else, so why was he doing all this? To prove a point? To cross a name off his list? To show he could get anything he wanted? 

Frankly, this was all very weird for you. You’d never been pursued like this, though you were beginning to wonder if Sukuna just liked the chase. It must be that. You quickly typed out a polite thank you for the flowers to him, and put your phone down. You had to think about the long-term. You didn't know Sukuna well, so all you could do was make assumptions about his motivations, and asking him was out of the question. Either way, you figured that he’d lose interest eventually, hopefully quickly enough so you could move on with your life, because no, you definitely did not like Ryomen Sukuna like that. 

~ ~ ~

Sukuna raked his hand through his hair as he watched you from across the bar. After a month he had successfully managed to insert himself into your friend group, with the very purpose of getting closer to you. Choso knew what he was doing, and he’d only laugh as you brushed him off. It wasn’t everyday that Sukuna got rejected by a girl. 

Was that what was happening? Was Ryomen Sukuna getting rejected? 

Sukuna frowned down at his drink as his friends chattered around him, pondering that very question. He was doing everything right, at least, that’s what he thought. Flowers, texts, calls, not too pushy but clear enough of his intentions, but you still weren’t giving him the time of day, not like he wanted at least. Sure, you were friendly, you’d talk to him, but nothing more. Couldn't you tell what Sukuna wanted? Wasn’t it obvious that he wanted you? Your dumb-ass excuse echoed in his ears everyday. 

I’m definitely not what you’re looking for. 

Except you were. Sukuna knew you were. He replayed that kiss everyday in his head too, at night when he lay alone when usually he’d have someone warming his bed. He’d thought that maybe he’d be able to give up on his chase once he finally got you underneath him, but it only left him wanting more. That one night hadn't been enough to get you out of his system and initially he hadn’t thought it would be this much of a fucking problem to get you to go out with him, but here he was. Pathetically staring after you as you joked around with your friends at the bar, your smile catching his eyes like a shooting star he’d miss out on if he blinked. 

You’d made an assumption about him, yes, but even Sukuna could understand. He had a reputation and you obviously thought you two wouldn't work, but you weren’t even giving him a chance to explain that he was so willing to make it work, so eager to prove himself. 

Another challenge. 

So why wasn’t it working? Sukuna’s efforts usually paid off. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed you excusing yourself from your circle of friends, disappearing into the throng of people that swayed to the music booming in the background. That seemed to be happening a lot, like part of Sukuna’s attention was reserved only for you, to notice how you moved, who you looked at, what was making you laugh, even if it wasn't with him. 

It didn’t take long for Sukuna to find himself looking for you, pushing through the crowd, towering over heads as he sought you out. The lingering effects of his multiple drinks made his head feel fuzzy, the pressure behind his eyes making him scowl as he eventually shouldered his way to the door, breathing in the cool night air. The sound of scuffling feet on the ground made him turn to the right, peering around a corner into a dimly lit alleyway, and he felt his blood run cold. 

You were there, backed up against the brick wall as a stranger leered down at you, a foreign hand wrapped around your wrist and Sukuna could see your face twist into panic. You were struggling in said strangers grip, who was leaning in close to you, trying to pull you closer. Sukuna could hear your voice, shaky and tight, laced with barely controlled fear, but Sukuna was already moving, blood thrumming in his ears as his vision went red.

Those hands, pale and reaching for you, the man’s grimy mouth curled into a sneer as he called you some obscene name. You were cornered. Afraid. 

Then Sukuna was there. He ripped the strange man away from you, one hand reaching around his shoulder tightly with an iron grip and Sukuna didn’t even stop to consider what would come next before he landed a brutal blow to the stranger's jaw. 

‘’Ryo!’’ Sukuna heard you shout in surprise, voice muted, but his attention was on this prick who clearly had a death wish, scrambling to his feet as Sukuna planted himself between you and him. 

‘’Get your fucking hands off her, asshole.’’ Sukuna spat, reaching down and grabbing the stranger by the front of his shirt, yanking him up towards him, nose-to-nose, ‘’You tryin’ to die tonight?’’ Sukuna smashed his forehead down against the man’s face, and he felt bone crunch under the impact, hot blood pouring from his nose as the stranger went sprawling to the ground, groaning in pain. 

‘’Fuck, I’m sorry-’’ The man managed to croak in a strangled voice, choking on his blood as Sukuna straddled him, pinning him down under his weight. He could hear you calling for him, telling him you were fine, but he didn’t listen, crimson-eyes boring into the man below him. Sukuna didn’t say anything else, just raised his fist, bringing it down over and over again, tattooed knuckles breaking skin, blood spraying onto his shirt as he laid into the man’s face. It wasn't enough, one punch wasn't enough, not two or three, and Sukuna didn’t stop until the stranger’s face was a swollen, bloody mess, unrecognizable as he wheezed out for air. 

‘’Go near her again and I’ll kill you.’’ Sukuna snarled, voice a grating rasp as his chest heaved from the effort, adrenaline and rage pumping through his veins. He’d never felt anger like this, seeping into his brain and controlling his actions, making him grab the stranger by his hair, wrenching him up towards him. 

Another sickening crunch as Sukuna struck him again. 

So this was losing control. 

Not in all his years of fighting opponents had Sukuna let himself give into this ugliness, not when the crowd chanted his name, chanted for blood. Sukuna blinked, stumbling to his feet as he wiped at his face, leaving his victim crumpled on the ground, barely moving but thankfully still alive. 

‘’Ryo?’’ Your hushed whisper snapped him back into reality, and he looked over at you. You were staring at him, leaning against the wall in support as you met his gaze. You were pale, lips parted in shock and eyes flashing with something that looked like fear. That made Sukuna sick. He took a step back, quickly scanning you for any sign of injury. 

‘’Are you okay?’’ He rasped, hands itching to reach out to you, to take you into his arms where you’d be safe. But were you? Sukuna cursed inwardly. His carefully practiced control over his darker instincts had been forgotten the second he’d seen you in danger, seen the fear in your eyes, like it had never been there in the first place. 

You nodded. ‘’I’m alright.’’ You whispered, taking a step towards him, but Sukuna stepped back, ‘’Ryo, are you-?’’ 

‘’Go back to the bar, sweetheart.’’ Sukuna interrupted you roughly, looking away, unable to keep eye contact, not wanting to see if you were scared, but this time, scared of him. He heard the silence of your hesitation. ‘’Now. Please.’’ Sukuna stared down at the floor, fists clenching tightly at his sides. 

‘’Come with me.’’ Your murmured plea made his heart clench. 

‘’You’re okay now.’’ Sukuna replied, ignoring your request despite it being exactly what he wanted to do, ‘’Just go.’’ 

And you did. Your footsteps faded behind him, and once he was alone, Sukuna leaned against the nearby wall, taking deep breaths to bring himself back down. Funny, that usually worked when he fought, but not this time. 

~ ~ ~ 

Ever since that night, you’d gotten radio silence from Sukuna. He stopped texting. Stopped calling. Flowers no longer made an appearance. You should be happy, right? This was what you wanted, for Sukuna to give up the chase, because that’s what you’d assumed he liked about it, not you. 

You remembered the crazed look in his eye as he’d pulled that creep off of you the other night outside the bar, pupils dilating into a thin, crimson circle, dark and stormy. It made your blood run cold, seeing his face twist with rage in a way you’d never seen before in any of his fights you’d watched. Sukuna had become a different person then, cruel and violent, somehow different from the King of Curses everyone knew and revered. He punched like he’d lost control, his rhythm off, unbalanced, like he was trying to kill the man who’d put his hands on you, and he’d enjoy it too. 

And after he was finished, he’d gone so pale, barely even able to look at you. Like he was ashamed. You hadn’t understood then, when you begged him to go with you, but you understood it now. 

That precarious line Sukuna walked in his career as a fighter, between his darker instincts and controlled violence, had he crossed it? 

You stood up in the stands at Sukuna’s latest match, heart twisting painfully in your chest as you watched Sukuna lash out at his opponent. His movements were choppy, fists stuttering out in front of him with uneven force. He no longer danced around the other fighter, but stalked forward like a tank, taking hit after hit, to the nose, to the jaw, blood pouring down his face. Sukuna wasn’t thinking, he was reacting, waiting for the other man to move first like he was a cornered animal, but forcing out attacks like his life depended on it. His mouth was twisted into a dark scowl, and his opponent was all he could see. 

The crowd booed their disapproval, thousands of feet thundering in the stand as they watched their favorite fighter fight like a monster instead of an artist. You clenched your jaw, furrowing your brow in concern as Sukuna’s rival landed a well-aimed kick to his chest, sending him sprawling backwards. Your breath hitched, hands flying up for a split-second as the other fighter wrestled Sukuna to the ground, fist making contact with his ribs over again. 

Sukuna spat out blood onto the pale floor of the cage, arms reaching up to wrap around the other fighter’s neck, squeezing tightly, and he managed to get the upper-hand. Rolling over, he loomed over his opponent, a dark look passing over his face as his fist connected with soft flesh. You recognized that look, you’d seen it the other night, and Sukuna’s shaky grasp on his control was slipping through his fingers. 

Jeers and whistles rang out through the air, and Sukuna’s head snapped up to glare at the onlookers, angry at the world, uncaring, and then he turned, making eye-contact with you. 

You held your breath as your eyes met his, silently begging him to come back, one hand on your chest.

‘’Ryo…’’ His name fell from your lips in a whisper, and you knew he couldn't hear you, but his eyes softened for a moment, widening slightly as he stared at you. The tension left his body, and he got to his feet, staring down at the crumpled form of his opponent still on the floor. He shook his head, like he was trying to rid himself of something, bring himself to his senses. His body was littered with bruises, dark and purple blooms on his tattooed body, and his face was a bloody mess and it made your heart hurt. The horn rang out, signalling his victory, and the crowd roared. 

But Sukuna didn’t seem to hear it. 

He just stumbled back, clutching at his stomach as his trainer rushed to catch him before he hit the ground. Sukuna’s breath was obviously laboured, like every intake of air hurt. You heard Choso swear beside you under his breath and you watched helplessly as Sukuna was half-dragged back to his corner, hands reaching for him, guiding him away. 

The second he’d disappeared into the back, your feet were already carrying you forward, leaving your friends behind because in that moment you knew you had to find him, see if he was okay. Panic rose in your chest, thoughts racing as you made your way to the locker room. Seeing Sukuna like that, it scared you, but you realized you were scared for him, scared of losing the Sukuna you’d grown to know and care about. 

You knew him. You wanted to see him again, see that lazy smirk and watch him turn violence into an art form, a spectacular performance of his mastery he’d worked so hard for. 

You stumbled through the double-doors, panting to catch your breath, and you saw Sukuna lying on a nearby couch, his trainers hovering around him as they pressed gauze to his bloody nose. He caught sight of you, red eyes flickering over your form, and he waved off his people. The crowd parted for you as you made your way over to Sukuna, and you sank to your knees, hands reaching for him. 

‘’Ryo…’’ You murmured, looking over his roughed up form with concern. Sukuna’s lips quirked up ever-so slightly into that infuriating smirk of his you’d not seen nearly enough. 

‘’Hey sweetheart,’’ He rasped, voice grating and choppy, ‘’The hell are you doing here?’’ You caught his bandaged hand in both of yours as you leaned forward, crouching next to him where he lay. 

‘’I wanted to see you, see if you’re okay.’’ You replied softly, your eyes finding his crimson ones. Sukuna’s eyes softened slightly, his thumb idly stroking your palm. 

‘’Got a little lost back there but,’’ He trailed off momentarily, eyes flickering away from yours with a hint of uncertainty, then back, ‘’You helped me find my way.’’ You choked out a strangled laugh as you felt tears of relief pricking in the corners of your eyes.

‘’Idiot.’’ You managed to say, shaking your head as you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders. Sukuna’s eyes seemed less troubled, the storm hidden behind his irises gone as he focused on you. He bit his lip, suddenly looking uncertain, wanting to say something but perhaps not finding the words. 

‘’Look, doll, I’m sorry if I scared you and if I pushed you too far, you didn’t have to come back here though-’’ He began in a low voice, as if bracing for the worst. His words tugged at your heart. Could he really not tell? 

‘’Ryo. Shut up.’’ You cut through his words, one hand letting go of his, reaching out to cup his jaw gently. His eyes widened in surprise as you leaned down, acting before thinking and yet you didn’t even care because this felt right and you were tired of fighting it. You kissed him, pressing your lips softly against his, mindful of his injuries. You heard Sukuna inhale a sharp breath, then a warm hand cupped the back of your head as he kissed you back eagerly. Sweat and the iron tang of blood filled your senses, but all you could focus on was Sukuna’s touch sending your heart in a tailspin. You pulled back, breathless and smiling from ear-to-ear, Sukuna’s hard face now softened with shock. 

‘’W-what was that for-?’’ Ryomen Sukuna, King of Curses, stammered like a lovestruck school girl. You laughed softly as your fingers smoothed down his chest. 

‘’I want you,’’ You whispered, voice low so only he could hear, ‘’I want all of you, when you’re in control, when you’re not.’’ A traitorous blush rose to Sukuna’s cheeks, his lips parting slightly as he listened. ‘’I’m not afraid anymore.’’ His eyes softened as a genuine smile dawned on his face. One bandaged hand of his reached up to toy with a strand of your hair. 

‘’About damn time.’’ He growled, hand twisting as he got a gentle grip on your hair, pulling you down to meet your lips with another kiss.

~ ~ ~