#being almost fwb w sukuna?? but he respects your boundaries because you do not want to fuck around when you are still grieving about toji???

[tojisun]

hwb AU but what if the other man was Sukuna instead of Gojo? ofc if he's more of an au and not a curse 👀 i love the Gojo ending btw, happy for yn!

OHHH THIS IS SO SAUCY HELLO??? totally not exposing myself but after toji, sukuna’s the other mf i’m simping for in the jjk universe so what does this say about me as a person-

also how cliche can i make this? [x]

cw: NSFT, club/bar, mentioned oc’s (i really had a hard time just referring to reader’s friends as “your friend”), sukuna as his own content warning, reads like a whole different au

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it’s been weeks ever since the faithful breakup in the diner. your friends have all learned what happened, and while some of them may have said unsavoury things in hopes to appease you, you have tried your best to move on and forget.

it’s impossible, of course, but at least it is less bitter now that there is more closure between you and toji.

sometimes you still cannot fathom that everything with toji has ended, but sometimes you remember the happiness rolling off of toji and recognize that the breakup was necessary for the good of the both of you.

still, despite your assurances to your friends that you are fine as you can be with the situation, it does not deter them from trying to fend off the sadness. hence this.

“really? a bar?” you ask, watching as chiharu calls for the waiter, ordering sazerac and whiskey for the group, “you all just want me to get trashed, don’t you?”

nagisa chortles. “it’s almost like that’s the plan, babe,” she responds, straining her voice loudly so that you can hear her over the booming music.

the bar was filled to the brim which is not that surprising as it is a saturday night. everyone knows that people get hammered on a saturday night and spend the rest of sunday curing the hangover. people in a stable relationship are the only ones who have decent plans on sundays, and you no longer have yours so the saturday night out with your friends is totally perfect. just not what you were planning to do. 

you were planning on just wasting away in your couch, eating a tub of ice cream as you catch up on the shows you were not able to watch. but all your friends said no to your self-pity party and dragged you out.

so here you are, wearing one of the sexiest yet most comfortable outfit you have, and seriously having a good time. even if it’s for a bit, toji fizzles out of your mind and the sadness bleeds out and shifts into a feeling of joy.

the moment escalates and soon you find yourself on the dance floor with your friends, letting the music sashay you like you are the happiest marionette in the room. laughter makes its way out of your lips and an innate high expands from your chest. 

“oh! sexy motherfucker at twelve o’clock!” ren screams at your ear, the code being futile when they point a ringed finger to the person they were talking about. you follow the direction they were pointing to and, well, would you look at that. the motherfucker is indeed sexy.

and sexy motherfucker is looking at you.

bleached pink hair pushed back at the centre, the sides undyed and trimmed shorter than the bleached parts. symmetrical tattoos running from his exposed wrists and body art of the same symmetrical lines resting on the high of his cheekbones. the tight white shirt he’s wearing isn’t doing well in hiding his well-toned body which could go on par with toji’s. white shirt and black pants combo shouldn’t be that hot, but as ren said, sexy motherfucker.

you’ve been so busy studying him that you did not even notice that he’s crossed the sea of dancing bodies and paused a feet in front of you. 

tall, sexy motherfucker. 

“hey,” he greets, lips quirked in a devilish smirk. 

he looks better up close.

“thanks,” he says, chuckling.

“i said that out loud, didn’t i?” you ask, blush rising and descending from your cheeks to your neck.

he chuckles again and nods, eyes still pinned at you. you squirm, feeling the weight of awkwardness about to fall. 

“want to bounce?” he asks, tipping his head at the door’s direction. you know what he means.

you turn to your friends slightly, having a silent conversation which ended with all of them assuring you that they will not be far for comfort, but that they will give you the berth you need to enjoy your time with nameless, tall, sexy motherfucker. 

you turn back to him, startling a bit when you saw that he was still looking at you with the same intensity.

“let’s go?” you reply, only for it to come off sounding like a question. his smirk just grows.

“let’s go.”

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you gasp into his mouth when he backs you onto the wall, one of his hands holding the back of your head while the other is gripping at your hips. you feel him snarl when you mewl at his touch, and he deepens the kiss as though time is running out.

it feels like hours had passed when he pulls back enough to let you catch a breath, his lips still hovering on top of yours and grazing at yours at every little hitched breaths that come out of you.

“look at me,” sukuna whispers. you’ve learned his name a minute before he dipped in to kiss you. you peer up at him and giggle when he is just a blur because of how close he is to you. his large hands travelled to cup your jaw and pull you back for another kiss.

the kiss is slower this time and more sensual. the desperation and the hurriedness of a while ago has ebbed away, and all that’s left is the gentle movement of lips and partial moans shared between you two. you twine your fingers at his hair, softly caressing and humming when sukuna purrs.

this time, you are the one who pulls back, head thumping onto the wall. your lips feel heavy from the languid kisses and you smile a bit at the tingly feeling. you look at sukuna from your lashes and delight in the way his eyes have never left yours.

“you’re beautiful,” he says, “so, so beautiful.”

you smile at the praise.

“do you want to go continue this somewhere else?” sukuna asks, hands now caressing at your hips. 

you want to say yes, gods who wouldn’t? but you bite your lip in hesitation and you could see the moment sukuna understood that you don’t.

“i’m sorry,” you say, now feeling shy.

he laughs lightly at your apology. “nah, don’t sweat it.”

he pulls from you completely, standing beside you so he can lean on the wall too. “so what brings you here?”

you huff. “do people need an excuse to have fun?”

“humour me.”

you hum, piecing your thoughts together as you let the high fully subside. “i’m trying to move on from my ex and my friends think the best way to move on is to get hammered in a club.”

“they’re not wrong,” sukuna cheekily says. you bump shoulders with him and roll your eyes when he snickers again. “tell me more.”

“about who? me or the breakup?” 

he shrugs. it is only now that you noticed that he pulled out a lighter from his pocket and is playing with it. you watched as he twirled it around his fingers, occasionally igniting the flame and killing it, only to repeat the process.

“well,” you began, “he left me for his wife.”

sukuna hisses at your confession. “wife better be damn pretty to leave a woman like you.”

“oh yeah,” you say, bobbing your head in a nod to emphasize your agreement, “his wife’s pretty. but also i don’t think that’s why he left.”

“i dunno, doll,” sukuna replies, “if i was him, i won’t leave you for my wife. like what bullshit reason would one have in order to leave their current partner for an ex?”

“let’s see. plausible reasons could be: love? their son-”

“they got a kid? damn, babe, you into old guys or something?”

you punch his shoulders. “oh shut up.”

sukuna pretends to hiss in pain, exaggeratingly rubbing at his shoulder, but you know that he barely felt anything. you roll your eyes again, but you cannot stop the huff of laughter that escaped you. 

you two settle once more, letting silence roll over you two in waves. he still plays with his lighter and you realize that he’s showing you actual tricks instead of just playing around with it for himself. 

“it still hurts,” you confess, breaking the silence. “sometimes i wake up and i want to claw out my heart just so i don’t feel this sadness. during those times, i start to think that maybe i’ll never get over him.”

you stare ahead despite feeling sukuna’s eyes burning on you.

“i wonder if i should’ve fought back harder. if i should’ve cried and begged him to stay.”

“why didn’t you?”

“i...” you trail off, fingers fiddling with each other. your eyes have glazed over and it is like you are back in the diner, watching toji beg you to find happiness somewhere else. “i didn’t want to demand love that should have been given to me for free.”

“oh,” sukuna mutters.

“yeah,” you reply. you turn to him and feel a jolt of warmth at the gentle look in his eyes. maybe he pities you or maybe he thinks you are pathetic, truly you do not care. you are just content that he is taking you seriously.

“i’m a selfish person.”

“who isn’t?” he asks.

you smile. “who isn’t.”

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after that incident, you and sukuna always meet up for casual hang. sometimes it’d develop into a make out session; fingers fumbling at each other, being come undone at each other’s lips. sometimes it remains as a normal hang out; pizza boxes and movie marathons, either sitting side-by-side or cuddled on his big sofa.

your friends gradually learn you and sukuna’s dynamic. often, though, you’d catch them talking silently but you do not pry because you do not want to unearth what it is they are hiding from you.

after a year of dancing around with sukuna, he declares his feelings for you and asks you out. you say yes and pull him in a kiss as though to seal your relationship.

no one is surprised when you both revealed the newly changed status of your relationship.