Sleepover

sleepover

ryomen sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friends older brother fic

previous part here

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sukuna hums into the softness of your cheek from the back of the chair, right before pressing a warm kiss into your skin. you squirm away when you feel the slightest bit of his teeth, your suspicions confirmed when he only laughs in response. 

“did you just bite me, sukuna?” 

“you smell good. good enough to eat.” he muses. 

“and now you’re just trying to make me mad.” you grumble, before shoving him off. 

sukuna laughs as he reaches for your bag slung across the chair, before slightly gesturing for you to look at the clock. 

“has it ever occurred to you..” he starts. 

“oh shit. i’m so sorry, i didn’t even realize it was so late.” you stammer, slamming your computer shut and reaching for your bag to pack your things. 

sukuna reaches for your hand, curling your knuckles straight into his hand as he shakes your arm, stopping your rambling and gesturing for you to look at him. 

“are you ever going to let me finish what i’m saying?” 

you lean your head to the side, giving him your best smile. 

“nope!” you respond. 

“figures.” 

sukuna found that you were slowly melting over the past month. that in all of your awkward uneasiness - which was still present almost any time he touched you, let his lips linger for a little too long - had slightly diminished. that you were sarcastic at times, that you loved to push his buttons, and make him laugh. 

“has it ever occurred to you that you can sleep here?” sukuna murmurs, reaching his hand right past your shoulder and handing you the last of your things to shuffle into your bag. 

he’s almost positive. that you won’t take up his offer on the first try. because naturally, you were stubborn and almost never did. you had warmed up to his key fast enough - and his efforts were always rewarded with time and patience. 

“is this because of the train? you know, you don’t really have to ride it with me all the way back and drop me home.” you murmur. 

you found yourself at sukuna’s apartment more often than not. his space was nice and big - two bedrooms, a soft couch, and his fridge that he always keeps stocked with all of the things that you had asked him for. it was already hard enough to stay away from him, always finding your feet dragging you to wherever he was in your free time, and now he was making it damn near impossible to stay away. 

and sometimes your work would keep you late. or sukuna would keep you tangled up in his arms for too long after dinner. so you’d be catching the last train home, all the way into the dark hours of the night. 

“yes, i do.” he states. 

“i’m a big girl. i know how to use my metrocard.” you respond. 

“my insistence on accompanying you has nothing to do with your capabilities. more with the fact that i’d rather not have you get harassed by a lewd lunatic on your way home. at least when i’m not there to beat it out of them anyways.” 

“no one does that type of stuff anymore.” you murmur. 

“have you ever been harassed on a train?” he asks. 

“once. when i was like twenty.” 

“one time too many. get your things.” 

you frown as sukuna slings your backpack over his shoulder, before holding his hand out to you. you very begrudgingly place your hand into his, mustering your best glare possible as he shuts the door behind you. 

“look at that face. so cute.” he coos, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“do you ever think you’re too overprotective?” 

“i’d argue that it’s my job to protect you. and you know i’ve always been an overachiever.” he retorts back. 

--

Dear Y/N,  Which train are you catching? I’ll meet you there.  Best,  Sukuna 

you shoot him a quick response. 

dear the prime minister of my headache,  tell satoru i say hi!!!! i think you should download a game on your phone for him to play. and try NOT to piss off your LITERAL boss today, please :)  and sorry! i can’t come tonight. dinner w/ my parents (commence ugly screaming)  aggressive meowing,  y/n 

you look up from your phone to find yuuji staring up at you, keys hanging from his hand as he gestures for you to follow him out the door. 

“what are you doing?” he asks. 

“sorry, sorry! i was responding to an email. i’m coming.” 

on the first of every month, you and yuuji trek out into the suburbs to have dinner with your parents. it was the only way that you could stomach them together. the mix of yuuji’s homophobic dad and your downright homicidal sister was a battle the two of you never did alone. 

dear president of my migraine,  i told satoru you want him to die. he is now inviting you to karaoke and has made it very explicit that i am not invited. (i will attack you if you go)  after reading your email, i decided to go spit in naoya’s face. and then paid a witch to hex his entire lineage.  and yes, i’m aware. what train are you catching? i’ll accompany you on the bus there.  equally aggressive barking,  sukuna 

“hey. did you tell sukuna about dinner today?” you ask. 

“yeah, he might try and stop by. why do you ask?” yuuji adds. 

“no reason. that’s nice of him. it’ll make your mom happy.” you murmur. 

sukuna,  i’m driving w/ yuuji and megs. you can accompany me on the bus + train back since yuuji’s going to go see the fushiguro’s while he’s here.  best,  y/n 

--

thirty minutes into dinner is when sukuna arrives. and in a total of five minutes, he’s overwhelmingly reminded of why he ran out of this place so fast and never returned in the first place. he can tell that you and yuuji are already cutting your losses - from the way yuuji’s fists are curled in anger and the fact that you’ve already slumped down to the bottom of your seat. he’d figured that you were going to be down in the dumps - your lack of ridiculous email signature downright haunting - and was already prepared in best efforts to fix it. 

he slides into the open spot at your side, his teenage agitation coming to a head at the empty seat to your mother’s left. sukuna thought it was a shame, a disgrace that any of you had left the seat open in the first place. that even in the metaphorical sense, there would ever be a place for your father in any of their lives again. not after he was so intent on leaving when you needed him. 

sukuna would sit in it himself, if it weren’t you. if you were present at the dinner, not swimming in your own pool of thoughts, sukuna supposes that you’d even signal to him not to. eyes wide in warning, telling him to not even dare. he had every intent to badger you, to convince you to never return here again. 

“how are you, sukuna? it’s been a while since we’ve seen you.” your mother asks, warm smile at him. 

sukuna tries to muster down that acidic feeling he had in an effort to be polite. and it was almost working, because he could see every semblance of your smile on her face. in the light of her hair. 

“i’m good, thank you.” he responds. 

“it’s been a while since you’ve come to see us. any particular reason?” your mom asks. 

“a girl, maybe? are you getting ready to propose under our noses?” mrs. itadori adds, the two of them sharing a giggling smile. 

you spit straight into your cup, to which yuuji shoots you an alarmed look at your side. you wave him off as you turn to sukuna, cheeks pink. you hadn’t even told yuuji that you were seeing sukuna yet, let alone your combined overbearing mothers. though that was for an entirely different reason. 

“not right now, no.” he offers, his hand finding its way into yours under the table to which you squeeze once in affirmation. 

“what about you, yuuji? are you seeing any girls?” mr. itadori asks, eyes pointed at yuuji. 

you fight the urge to audibly groan at the question, as you feel both sukuna and yuuji clench at your sides. sukuna’s your bigger concern, only because yuuji won’t do anything, but you still reach for him regardless. you place your palm flat on his knee and push down, trying to stop his bouncing leg from shaking the whole table. 

“no, dad.” yuuji grates. 

“what happened to that grump? fushiguro?” your sister sammy prods, flaring up special irritation that only she could invoke. you fought every urge you had to kick her straight under the table. 

“sammy.” you grate. 

“thank god that’s over. i heard his father lived on the bad side of town.” sammy states, head gleaning to the side for his approval. 

before sammy can get her sweet satisfaction from the adults, yuuji pulls his chair back, the wood screeching against the tile, as he takes his glass and heads to the kitchen. you sigh, giving your best glare to her and seeing your moms eyes fill with warm tears, as you follow yuuji as fast as you can. 

“yuuji.” you whisper. 

“if she wasn’t a woman, i’d slap her.” yuuji states. 

“and i’d let you. just relax.” you state, placing your hands on his shoulder and squeezing hard at the taut muscle, at the tension in his frame. 

“you slap her. you could you know.”

“yuuji. they don’t know megumi like-” 

“he doesn’t even talk to his father. his father was fucking horrible to him, he-he’s nothing like megumi.” 

“i know, yuuji. they-they just don’t know okay? we know-” 

“and what the fuck is sukuna doing here? he took his leave the first chance he got and now he’s here playing high and mighty?” 

you quickly shush him, his voice getting increasingly louder with every second.  

“yuuji. you guys are way past that. that was years ago.” you murmur, brushing the ends of his jacket, as he angrily sighs into your space. 

“still. even he’s pissing me off. we’re leaving within the hour. megumi’s already at his mom’s.” 

yuuji storms back into the dining room as you bring your fingertips to your forehead, massaging the pulsating feeling cooking in your head. sukuna’s eyes follow you as you settle back into your seat, as he reaches for your hand under the table again. 

“sukuna? sammy here is still single.” mrs. itadori comments, her eyebrows raised at sukuna in a smile. 

sukuna can tell that his mother must have hit some nerve, because you’re digging your hand into his so hard that he’s almost positive that you’re breaking skin on his palm. 

“oh, i could never.” sammy responds, biting the bullet for him. 

you swear to god that she bats her eyelashes at him when she speaks, the look on her face so smug that it makes you want to lift your fork and stab it straight in between her eyes. 

“right. not my type.” he states, dismissing her in one fell swoop. 

“oh sukuna, don’t be that way. we’ve been saying it since the two of you were kids! you’re both smart. dress well. you’d make beautiful grandchildren for us.” mrs. itadori states. 

“really, i-” sukuna starts. 

“you were gone for a long time, sukuna! things could be different now and…you’re both grown up. a conversation wouldn’t do any harm!” your mom adds. 

“plus. we have a lot of the same friends. some of them are actually in town.” sammy offers, which is your final straw. 

“i’m going to get dessert.” you state, pulling your chair back as you march into the kitchen. 

you can feel your hands shaking as you pull the cake out of the fridge, nearly dropping it, before sukuna’s immediately at your side, his hands stabilizing yours as he all but steals it from your hands. you curse that he rushed in here so fast, that now he was going to gloat in your space while you were already down. 

“be careful.” he warns. 

you cross your hands against your chest, head burning as sukuna takes over for you, opening the little plastic box and sliding the cake onto the little platter at the side. you can tell that he’s staring at you, his eyes focused on your frame in your peripheral vision. 

“what the fuck are you looking at?” you ask. 

this one’s new, sukuna thinks. 

“y/n.” 

you groan, embarrassed at your words, as the warm, frustrated tears start filling your eyes. at yuuji’s stupid dad, at what yuuji said about sukuna, about your mom, and your godawful sister. 

you cover your face with your hands, turning your back to him as you press your forehead against the cold metal of the fridge, trying your best to swallow the wave of shame that’s coursing through your body. 

it stings so much that when sukuna puts his hand on your shoulder that you all but shrug him off in response. sukuna himself has very little patience, almost none when it comes to you being so upset, so he pulls you in straight to his chest, hands secured right against your waist. 

“pretty girl.” he murmurs, almost like an invitation. you shoot it down. 

“shut up. you-i think it’s really stupid when you call me that. do you think you look better just because you have me pathetically standing next to you?” you respond. 

“y/n.”  he responds, his tone equally stern.

you look up to find him staring at you, jaw clenched as he towers over you as you feel even worse. you had no reason to say that to him. and as always, they had the tendency to bring this side out of you. even in front of him. 

“sukuna. wait, i’m sor-” 

sukuna takes his chance.

“make it up to me by sleeping at mine tonight.” he states, pushing off of you. 

“wait, what?” 

sukuna’s eyes waiver to the side, as your mom rushes in, hand warm on your shoulder as she squeezes. 

“you okay, princess?” she asks. 

you quickly wipe your eyes, slight smudges of black on your hands, as you muster your best smile. 

“yeah. yeah, sorry.” 

“something i said?” she offers. 

“no, no. you know-” 

“i know. sammy talk and all that. i’ll try and stop. sukuna, be a dear and take this out for me?” she asks, as sukuna obeys and shuffles out of the room. 

you hike your hands into your armpits, as your mom stacks the plates in her hands. 

“did you ever…would you ever think about suggesting me for something like that?” 

“what ever do you mean?” 

“you know…like as a prospect.”

“oh don’t be silly honey. we both know that yuuji is gay.” 

you frown as she walks out of the room, filled with annoyance at the premise. that your mom wouldn’t even consider that you and sukuna could even be together.  

--

you and sukuna head home in complete silence. you wave yuuji goodbye at the doorstep, shooting megumi a warning text when the group of you split that he was going to be worked up. 

“you can get your things from your dorm. we’re sleeping at mine.” sukuna states. 

so he was serious about that. you curl your hands into little fists, placing them under the warmth of your thighs as you look over at him. you quickly dart your head around the train car, only three people, sitting a sizeable distance away, before you talk. 

“sukuna, i don’t think it’s a good idea. i think we should just-” 

“are you sorry for what you said?” he asks. 

“yes. really, i- i was just mad at them. they made me mad the second i walked through the door and i had no right to take it out on you.” 

“good. make it up to me then.” he responds, his eyes focused on your lips. 

sukuna wonders if he could kiss the attitude out of you. 

“what?” 

“if you feel bad, then make it up to me. you’re staying with me tonight.” 

sukuna half debates taking it back. that you were the one who was wound up from the dinner and that you had the right to sleep where you were comfortable. but the part of him that wants to comfort you, that has silently waited for you to crawl out of your hole, is fully intent on dragging you out of it tonight. 

and when sukuna’s pushed you into his apartment, his hands quickly find their way to your neck, almost toppling your balance as his lips meet yours. his lips are warm, the remnants of the sweet frosting still present, as he all but knocks you into the wall, unrelenting. 

“suk-” 

“shut up. you are in no position to be making demands.” 

sukuna’s almost positive. that if he riles you up enough, he’ll get you to break. that you’ll spill your secrets, instead of him having to intently watch you and use his head to piece them together. he tangles his fingers into your hair, before using it to hold you back against the wall. 

“still jealous of your big sister?” he asks. 

“i am not-” 

“does it make you mad? thinking about me with her?” 

“sukuna.” 

“what was it they said about her? that she was smart? that she dressed well?” 

the tone in his voice was aggravating. like it was some kind of game. that sammy was just some lay person who made you jealous, like a girl flirting with him at the bar or an idiot like naoya. like she wasn’t your sister. 

“don’t say the last one.” you respond, glaring at him. 

sukuna’s got you right where he wants you. 

“is that what’s bothering my pretty girl? grandchildren?” he asks. 

his tone is enough to piss you off, for the second time. 

“what the fuck is your problem? go fuck my sister then if you want her that bad. i’m sorry i can’t be good enough for you, but-but i’m trying to do the best with what i have. i know i can’t be her, but if you didn’t want me, you should have just said so. if you were intent on bringing me to your apartment to make fun of me, you shouldn’t have.” 

sukuna watches as you break from his grasp, shoving past him as you brace your hands on the counter and lean forward. sukuna reasons that it’s enough. a part of him almost feels bad for pushing so hard, that if he was more patient he could have waited for you to tell. but he was always impatient when it came to you.

a part of him wishes that he could read your mind at times, only so he could shut up every idiotic thought you seemed to make up when you were riled up. 

he tangles his hand with yours, as he drags you - and your needlessly heavy bag of things - towards his bathroom. you’re following him with no pushback, which he takes as a good sign despite your words, as he sets the bag down at your feet. 

“wash up for bed.” he demands. 

you sigh. you reach for your skincare, hyperaware of sukuna still standing against the wall, hands crossed against his chest as he watches you follow through your routine. the first time he breaks, making it a point to walk over to you, is well after you’ve dried your face of all your makeup. 

he softly puts his hands on your cheeks, thumbs brushing underneath your eyes, as he murmurs. 

“freckles.” 

you don’t say anything as he silently leans forward, lips soft on your cheeks as he leaves a kiss on your skin. sukuna always felt gentle when it came to how he touched you, something you weren’t half expecting, but the softness was enough to make you nearly keel over into his arms. you both take a deep breath in at the same time, sukuna’s voice filling the quiet space. 

“that god awful shit you put on your face. it’s covering up your freckles. don’t ever wear it around me again.” 

sukuna shuffles out of the room as you watch him retreat through the mirror, taking a second to ground yourself out of his presence. his warm, vanilla smell is still in the air, but you lean against the wall and take a few breaths and gather your bearings. you shoot a quick text to megumi, finally remembering to gauge how yuuji is doing, before letting mai know of your whereabouts. 

and in full flesh realize what you did. 

you yelled at sukuna. when he was trying to comfort you. twice. and told him it was stupid that he called you his pretty girl. 

you shuffle out after changing into your pajamas to find sukuna standing near the window, pulling the shades as you walk up behind him and bury your face into his back. he’s not wearing a shirt - confirming your suspicions that sukuna was the type to at least very least sleep semi-nude - as his hands meet yours on his stomach. 

“feel bad?” he asks. 

he turns around to find you standing there, pouting at him with tears in your eyes, as he fights the urge to laugh. you’re wearing some type of cartoonish pajamas, arms bare in a thin tank top resembling the one you had worn in attempts to impress him at the bar. he relishes in the fact that he won’t have to wrestle you out of this one, as he places his hands at your side. 

“like shit. i’m so sorry, sukuna.” 

“how bad, huh? gonna do something for me in return?” he asks. 

you're shocked at the fact that sukuna's not even mad. that he's trying to flirt even.

sukuna knows that he’s just goading you now. because he can see your eyes go wide and is almost positive that your mind has gone to somewhere sexual in nature. 

“y-yeah. sure.” you respond. 

“okay. sleep with me.” he states. 

you swallow hard, shaking your head of your nervousness, as you oblige. 

“right. well…take your pants off then.” you murmur, cheeks burning. 

sukuna laughs, as he quickly steps towards you, noticing that you’re stepping backwards so fast that you fall straight onto his bed. 

“who knew you were the type to sleep nude?” he asks. 

“what? i don’t sleep nude!” 

“then why are you asking me to take my pants off, pervert?” 

“you just told me to sleep with you!” you complain. 

sukuna crawls into the bed, before shoving his arm straight under your waist to pull you right on top of him. you’re propped up on your own hands, looking down at him from your vantage point of his chest, as he reaches forward and tucks your hair behind your ear. you absentmindedly reach forward, your thumb brushing past one of his dimples. 

“you're filthy. do you always have such lewd thoughts about me?” he coos. 

“i didn’t realize you meant sleep sleep.” you mumble, embarrassed. 

“for the hundredth time, i mean what i say. you have always been my pretty girl, because i find most other girls, including your horrendous sister, annoying. and when i say i want to sleep with you, i want you to sleep next to me.” 

“really? you think she’s annoying?” you ask. 

“absolute bitch. i’ll make you an itemized list of everything i hate tomorrow morning over breakfast for you. the first thing on that list is that she isn’t you.” he states. 

you lean down and press a kiss to his lips. sukuna notes that it's the first time you've ever initiated anything with him.

“you really know how to romance a girl.” you murmur, as you roll off of his chest and tuck yourself straight into his arms. 

“we’ll talk about the dinner tomorrow. go to bed, baby.” he murmurs, littering an indecent amount of kisses around your neck and shoulder as you drift off to sleep. 

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an: everyone say happy bday to @babiemay <3 also pls let me cook my lore pleek I know this one was bad he'll comfort her at breakfast ok 😔

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