“can we get a cat?”
“no.”
“please?”
“no.”
“but ‘kunaaa!!”
“no is my final say, brat.”
you huffed and crossed your arms, removing yourself off of your once comfortable position on top of your bf, sukuna’s lap. his body felt like hot lava now after his words seeped out like magma.
sukuna spared you a glance, eyebrows furrowed after your dramatic gesture. his lips pulled down slightly in the corner. what you thought was a snarl on his terrifying face, was really his form of a displeased pout.
he attempted to reach for you so you could provide your warmth again. you loved to have the ac on blast in the summer and although he ran hot, he was about to start shivering due to the temperature dropping inside your apartment. as his hand grazed your arm, you dramatically ripped your arm away as if he stung you.
“don’t you touch me..” you tried to growl out intimidatingly like he would sometimes but it came out as more of a croak. sukuna had to clench his jaw to keep himself from chuckling a bit at your antics.
he hummed instead, clicking his tongue. eyeing the back of your head, watching as your curls twisted, and tangled within each other. watched as the curls seemed to bounce with the raise of your shoulders as you huffed and puffed. he could see your fingers digging light crescent marks onto your arms from how you’re obviously restraining yourself so as to not jump back onto your insanely hot bf.
sukuna decided to try, and reach for you again since your back was turned to him. usually him sneaking up on you worked. always making you jump from wherever you’re standing or sitting. he could see your body start to relax as if you’ve let your guard down.
he takes this as a chance to charge forward, and get you in a bear hug.
instead he is met with the couch pillows. then a thud at the same time.
as he sat up and peered over the couch, he saw you face planted, with your butt in the air. sukuna was unsure what to do so he just stared at your limpish body, face buried on the plush pink carpet you insisted suited the living room more.
then he decided to ask, “are you ok, brat?” he was met with a thumbs down. not what he was going for.
with a raspy chuckle from the man, he finally scooped you into his arms and back onto the couch. his right arm was wrapped around both your arms, and his left arm caged both your legs with his thumb rubbing circles on your calf. it wasn’t the most comfortable position but you see why.
he didn’t want you to escape his arms again.
“you dare deny me my warmth?” he grunted out. sukuna pulled you even tighter against him, nosing at your temple.
“you dare deny me my cat, ryomen?” you shot back. an edge to your voice that made your words sound like a threat this time.
sukuna tensed up underneath you. pondering his next words carefully. rolling them around in his head like dice, hoping to roll on the best answer. . .
“. . no. you can have yourstupiduglycat,” he pinched your side before adding on, “i guess.”
this made you perk up in his lap. your head slowly turned upwards, peering at him through your eye lashes, and flashing your best puppy dog eyes.
“i can have a cat?! you promise?” you chirp, excitedly.
his eye twitched at the thought of living with an animal he deemed as filthy as a rat. or anything that wasn’t him or you really.
“yes, you can. . have your cat, woman.” he agreed finally. an annoyed edge in his tone letting you know he didn’t like the idea, but was accepting it for you.
you sat up once you felt his arms release yours. immediately fist pumping the air, and cheering like you’ve won a game. as a sign of gratitude you turned to sukuna and pressed kisses on his jaw, throat, any where accessible from your position.
“thank muaw you muaw my muaw handsome muaw boyfriend muaw” you spoke in between giggles and kisses as he just sat there with his face starting to match the same shade of pink as his hair.
he was soooo easy.
absolute happiness oh my god