𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · in which sukuna asks you to sit on him
"This is ridiculous!"
"Woman! You're being ridiculous!"
"Keep talking to me like that, and you just won't have it then!" You scream indignantly, looking past your bare stomach, from underneath your bush, and just enough to see his glare piercing straight at you.
"Let me eat you out. Look at yourself! You're already so wet for me. So, just sit for —" Sukuna sighs sharply, unknowingly sending a warm bubble of air directly against your clit.
The sudden wave of heat quickly encompasses you, and you instinctively clamp your knees against his ears, buckling down hard to his mouth, effectively cutting a poetry of curses from Sukuna.
"Oh, shit!" You squawk, immediately raising yourself. "Why the fuck would you even do that!"
"Is it my fault you're the sensitive one? Do it again. I like it. Come here." He positions you back in place, your cunt directly above his mouth, and your clit torturously erect when he flicks it.
"No, wait!"
"You can't kill me, that'll be stupid even for a curse like me." He pushes your hands away when you try to grab a fistful of his hair and yank him down to the pillows.
"J-Just, hold on!"
You've been in this position for the past fifteen minutes, debating with yourself if he should just eat you out because seeing his heated gaze straight to your clit and your breathless cunt being pried wide open with his fingers, looking intently for any signs of your release flowing out, is enough for you to come at this sensation alone.
But the thing is that you're simply nervous because it hasn't been long since he first ate you out, and while it was new and so fucking good, you're still embarrassed about the whole prospect of it.
"I just need . . ." you prep yourself up, "I get ticklish when I think too much about it."
"There's hardly anything you think about these days, and you have to think right now?"
"Shut the fuck up, or I'm walking out of here."
"Baby," he calls a little gentler, though it doesn't sound any different than how he would curse another, "just sit. Please."
"Oh?" You manage to entice a chuckling tease, "You never say please that way."
"For fuck's sake, you're being too unrea — mmphh!"
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who was shit out of luck for a couple weeks when his last plug got in legal trouble, leaving him to deal with his nephew fully aware of every stupid thing that toddler did. he got the contact of another supplier nearby.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who first contacted you over the phone. he was surprised you were a woman, but that's really it. he thought of it proceeding as normal business. he'd order, someone would deliver it personally. however, the thing did surprise him was when his stuff was in pink packaging — even the blunts had pink wrapping paper with bows.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who got a bit ticked off at the fact one of your deliverers was jacking up the price, so he decided to meet you in person next time.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who met you after a series of unfortunate events following him being scammed out his money (leading to your deliverer being hospitalized). in all honesty, the act of you showing up at his door with not only his weed looking like a gender reveal present, but also looking like the cutest thing in the world, threw him off.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼upplier! reader who has worked with children before turning to this choice in career.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who ended up introducing you to his nephew, yuji after a couple of times. " damn brat doesn't know what 'go upstairs and play with your toys' means. " he grumbled under his breath, glaring at the boy who seemed to have barely started kindergarten.
" he's so adorable! " your squeal made him suck his teeth and roll his eyes. you cradled yuji in a hug, he was clinging to you like a koala on a branch. " and he's strong for his age. you have the cutest nephew...! " yuji started appearing every time you arrived to sukuna's apartment; you treated him like he was your nephew.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who would show up to your apartment unannounced sometimes with yuji holding his finger, which barely fit in his hand. a good once a month, megumi, yuji's kindergarten friend would come along too (he would drag him along). " he brought a friend, " sukuna's deep voice deadpanned.
you were hesitant about letting two children barely over 5 years old into your space where substances were present. but you hid them good enough so they wouldn't accidentally find it.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who questioned your true intentions with your field of choice when he got back from running whatever errands that caused him to drop off yuji and his playdate at your home. " how'd you get this job? i'm wonderin'... " he scrunched his face in concern, " you seem better with kids. "
" being a teacher doesn't pay the bills as it should," you responded, pulling the homemade cookies from the oven. " cookies are done, boys! " your voice pulled them from megumi teaching yuji how to make shadow animals on the wall, watching them race to gobble all of the crumbs left.
" use your manners. " sukuna lifted yuji by his collar, making him squirm. " thamk you! " he spoke with a mouth full. " gross, itadori. you're getting crumbs everywhere, " megumi repulsed.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼upplier! reader who used the fact she was sukuna's plug and his babysitter as a way to get closer to him.
going to a party with ryomen sukuna was akin to showing up to the battlefield with a known inhibition.
because sukuna made it his utmost job to make things difficult for you, for no reason.
you’d always been the shy type, parties were already out of your comfort zone and for that to be hindered by various public displays of affection did you no good. however sukuna loved to show you off and lay claim to who was his.
you’d been avoiding his kisses for a bit, whenever sukuna would lean in you’d just turn your face so he kissed your cheek instead.
sukuna knew what you were doing, he understood your game, in that tiny backless dress playing oh so hard to get.
you enjoyed teasing him and despite his frustration he loved to play along.
so when you feel sukuna sliding behind you with a hand on your waist and his breath inching closer to your backless dress, you’re quick to swat him off.
“no biting, kuna” you narrow your eyes at him over your shoulder, your earring glistening and the curve of your back all the more pronounced for your man.
his bared teeth pause in motion as he takes a moment to collect himself and fight off his incoming frown.
nostrils flaring and with a tight jaw sukuna backs off for a bit, waiting, biding his time to catch you off guard when you least expect it.
later on, you’re sitting at the long table with its table cloth hanging off the side when sukuna joins you again.
you’d been munching on a small pastry listening to your friends talk about various topics and when he sits down you offer him your pastry as truce.
flicking your gaze up you see a dark expression cross your boyfriends face before he leans in and instead of taking the pastry in his own hand eats it from yours. at the exact same spot you’d bitten it.
you swallow, hard and lightly squeak when you feel his warm hand press onto the side of your thigh.
sliding up and up to your hip and rubbing there.
your weakness.
sensitive thighs.
and he knows it..
your smaller hand rests atop of his as you glance back and forth between his neutral expression and his wandering hands.
“please” you breathe out, you didn’t know why but your thighs had always been your weak spot, and it wasn’t long before your boyfriend figured it out.
often times he’d watch you squirm beneath him with heat pooling down your legs.
now it was no different except that you were in public.
“please what?” sukuna whispered near your ear a grin overtaking his features.
your eyes fluttered, feeling sukuna’s thumb rub circles over your hips and then lower on the side of your thigh.
extremely flustered, you pushed your legs beginning to stand up only for sukuna’s grip to tighten engulfing your entire thigh with one hand and clamping you down back into place.
“someone will see us” you breathed out, trying to keep an even edge to your shaky voice.
satisfied with your reaction, sukuna gives a quick pat to your thigh and stands up before walking away in a matter of seconds.
“shes busy bro” trend on BLLK BOYS (but it is actually someone else texting ;))
sae itoshi, yoichi isagi, micheal kaiser, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, mikage reo, ryusei shidou, bunny iglesias, hiori yo
based on this req
cw: ooc
A/N: i hope whichever anon requested this likes it 💗🫰+ rushed and not proofread at all 🥲 i hope it not shitty, i tried searching up on tiktok for some inspo and i couldnt get any 💔
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rin luvs ur pussy sm. content | nsfw, oral, overstimulation, fem!reader, slight whining, pussydrunk!rin
“ah—! rin! fuck!” you squirm, feeling your inner things go cold from the intensifying stimulation.
rin was deep into tonguing your pussy, his hands feverishly rubbing up and down along your legs. he had already made you orgasm twice. but he just can’t get enough.
“fuckk,” he whimpered, his spit sputtering out of him and along your folds. “s’good,” he groaned.
your thighs held him flushed against the pulsing, seeping arousal of your cunt. you were biting on your bottom lip until it was basically stinging with blood. the entirety of your lower body felt hot and cold at the same time, and you felt an erratic pace of your heartbeat.
“‘m gonna cum . . . rin . . .” you moaned loudly. “shit.”
you felt his lips latching onto the flesh of you, already beginning to savour the feeling of your third orgasm. you can hear the wet slurping! sounds coming from his drenched lips. your walls were contracting at an intensity that made you shiver. your head dropped back, your chest hammering quickly.
“hah . . . fuck,” you heaved, still feeling the pulsing of your orgasm and rin’s greedy mouth.
he spoke against your blooming pussy, sending vibrations up through your body. “love this pussy . . . all f’me.” his voice was low and slightly nasally. he didn’t want his lips off of you.
a hand dropped to glide through the tufts of his hair. your cheeks were still scorchingly hot, and your breath was nothing more than a quiver.
“rin . . . please,” you whine. “‘s too much.”
he finally let go, a wet pop! echoing in the bedroom. his lips were messily covered in your slick, practically glossing his chin entirely.
his brows furrowed slightly, a pout beginning to show. “but it’s so good.”
his tongue dropped out again, beginning to lap gently at your sensitive flesh. you stiffened instantly.
“ah—! rin!”
— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
a//n god im so horny for rin i could write abt him all day. also he’d totally be bratty and entitled case closed
SYNOPSIS: Your childhood best friend, Rin, can’t cum without hearing your voice.
WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, aged up characters, p in v, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex (pls wrap b4 u tap), cream pie, reader discussed to have female anatomy, ab riding, they lowk both subs.., whimpering rin
AUTHOR’S NOTE: the long awaited part two, so sorry to keep everyone waiting!
<< part one >>
The sight of you on Rin’s lap has his brain malfunctioning. You’re both in his room, house empty, sitting on the carpeted floor.
“I—uh,” he tries to speak but the words struggle to come out.
You smirk at his nervousness, “cmon rinnie, you weren’t this shy last night.” You can feel him freeze under you at the mention of last night, the mention of how vulgar he acted.
“I didn’t mean to, I was—it was just”
“I liked it”
Rin’s eyes widen at your words, did that mean you liked him too? Well I mean, you were in his lap right now.
Taking his chances, Rin leans in and engulfs you in a kiss. It’s hungry and demanding, as he bites your lower lip to gain access to your mouth. The moan you let out has him pulsing, wanting so badly to be in your mouth. After minutes of sloppily making out you both pull back to catch your breath.
“So, will you show me it in person?” you shift you eyes around a bit, your confidence slipping as things start to become real.
Run catches your anxiety and takes over the situation. “Mhm, it’s all yours, pretty girl.” He watches as your face flushes a bright red at the pet name. He grabs your hand, which was resting on his shoulder, and drags it down towards the waist band of his sweat pants.
You gulp before reaching your hand under the band, slowly bringing it to cup his bulge through his boxers. Rin lets out a small whimper at your action.
This only causes you to get bolder, lightly squeezing his erection. “P-please stop—teasing me,” Rin pleads, looking at you with glossy eyes.
Listening to his pleas, you finally pull him out of his boxers, seeing his full length in person. It was much bigger than it looked over the phone, causing your jaw to drop. Rin smirks at your awestruck face, “what? you didn’t think i’d be packing?”
You slowly turn your gaze away from it to look at Rin, “no, no, it’s just—“ you see it leak precum and once again lose focus. “it’s pretty.”
“Pretty? That’s what you said on the phone.”
“Yeah well it’s different when it’s right in front of me,” you roll your eyes at his attitude and begin to wrap your hand around the base of his cock.
You look up him for permission and he quickly nods, letting you take over. You move your hand up and down his shaft, coming back up to wipe his slit as he leaks more. “Ah.. just like that—ngh,” Rin whines as you pick up the pace.
“Mouth, i want your mouth,” he runs his hand through your hair.
You slow your movements and lean your head down, not knowing what to do. “i’ve never done this..” you murmur looking at him for reassurance.
“it’s okay baby, i’ll guide you through it.”
With his soft words, you start to kiss his tip, giving small kitten licks to the slit. Rin adjusts the hold he has on your hair, forcing you to take more of him. Your head sinks down on his hard cock, trying to take as much of him as you can.
“L-less teeth, you’re gonna mangle it,” Rin breathes out.
You quickly listen, going back to sucking it, hallowing out your cheeks. Rin’s moans become louder as his reaches his release, pulling your head to take more of him.
You gagging on his thick cock and listening to his mindless whimpers has you incredibly wet, even as tears form in the corners of your eyes, you don’t stop.
Rin starts to thrust up into your mouth, face fucking you, in order to meet his climax. With one final push he cums, hard. The long ropes shoot down your throat, giving you no choice but to swallow all of it.
He almost moans at the sight of it, you, his childhood best friend, taking all of his cum like you were in a porno.
“Let’s move you to the bed, okay?” Rin slowly moved you off of his lap and helped you up as he guided you to the bed. “Uh, this is your first time right?”
You nod, following his orders and lying down on the bed. He tenses at the thought of maybe doing this wrong for you, but when he looks at you and sees the lustful reflections in your eye, he can’t stop himself.
He gets on top of you, caging you in on the bed. Rin has imagined this scenario a thousand times while jacking off, but having you actually sprawled out on his own sheets felt so much better.
Rin begins to undress, starting with his shirt. You drool at the sight of his abs, barely holding yourself back from taking a bite. You knew that Rin was in shape but you didn’t think he’d look this good.
“You’re staring.”
You ignore Rin’s words as an idea comes into your head. “I wanna try something”
“And what is that?”
“Could I, uhm”
Rin grabs your chin and makes you look at him, “use your words”
“Could I ride your abs?”
For the millionth time that night, you caused Rin to malfunction. “It’s okay if not! Just a thought. Here let’s go back to what we were doing—“
You try to help him undress again but he grabs your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head. The look in his eyes could only be described as hunger.
“We can do whatever you want, you’ve been such a good girl for me already,” Rin starts.
You just stare at him, not knowing what to do. “Well cmon,” he releases your wrists. “Take control, ride me.”
The filthy words coming out of his mouth only has you squirming more. You sit up on his bed and push him down, getting on top. Your skirt was bunched up around your thighs, but Rin wanted to see everything. “Take it off, now”
Even though you’re supposed to be the one bossing him around, you listen and slide your skirt off, leaving you only in your flimsy panties.
Just the sight of you has Rin breathless, and with animalistic force he rips your panties off of you. “H-how’d you even do tha—“
Rin doesn’t say anything, instead pushing you further up on him, your pussy hovering right above his belly button. You take the hint and lower yourself down onto his torso, sensitive to the new found friction.
Rin’s hands find themselves on your hips and he helps you grind along his abs. “Go faster baby, you’ll feel so good,” he encourages you.
You pick up the pace with his help, all of the grooves and curves has you seeing stars. “F-feel so good Rinnie”
Hearing you moan out his name like a slut has him immediately hard again. His hands gripping your thighs like you’re the only thing still keeping him on earth. You’re also sure that he is going to leave marks.
All that can be heard are wet squelches and your loud moans, trying to find your high. Rin reaches his hands up your shirt, pawing at your chest.
“No bra, you’re filthier than I thought.”
His mean words have you going even faster. “Oh, you liked that?” a cocky smirk comes onto his face. The feeling of his fingers playing with your hardened nipples and the friction his abs are having on your clit have you screaming out.
Rin notices your grinding become more messy as you get closer, fueling him to squeeze your nipples harder.
“I-IM—FUCK—CUMMING,” you scream while coming undone all over his chest. Rin helps your sputtering hips, riding you through your orgasm. You sink your head down to his neck, leaving small kisses along his traps.
“You think you can still continue?” Rin asks with a softer look in his eyes, his thumb tracing circles on your hips.
“Mhm, wanna feel you..” you whisper out.
Now it’s Rin’s turn to flip your positions, leaving you on your back as he slots himself in between your legs. You watch carefully as he slips his sweatpants and boxers off, leaving him completely bare.
You follow his actions and tug at your shirt. Rin leans over and helps you take it off, staring in awe at your naked body.
“Rinnie,” you whine out at his hot gaze.
“So pretty,” he murmurs as his hands trace along your mounds. He brings his mouth to yours and kisses you. But this one is different, instead of hungry it feels soft. Like years of yearning all put into one exchange. He pulls away and cups your cheek, “Tell me if anything hurts, okay?”
He looks at your face one last time for any signs of hesitation, and when he sees none he changes his focus to the heat between your legs.
Slowly, Rin begins to rub his cock along your folds, gathering all of your slick. “It’s going to be a big stretch, hold onto my back.”
You follow his orders as he uses one hand to lead his cock into your entrance and the other one comes up next to your face to cage you.
The burning sensation has you clawing at his back, trying to adjust to his size.
“F-Fuck, you’re so tight f’me”
He sinks all of it in and sits there for a moment, letting you take your time.
“You’re s-splitting me open”
Rin laughs at your words, “you can take it.”
He starts moving, going at a slower pace to be considerate to you. His head leans down into the nook of your neck and he leaves marks all over you.
“F-faster, more,” your words barely come out as coherent as you beg for him to continue.
And who is he to not listen? So he picks up the pace, causing you to let out lewd noises. He moves away from your neck, leaning his head back at the feeling of your tight pussy sucking him in.
“So so so so good,” he cries out, pulling almost all of his length out only to thrust it back in harder.
You have a similar feeling in your stomach as you did earlier when you feel him hit a spongy part in you. “Right there Rinnie—oh, fuck.”
Rin also feels himself become closer and closer to his climax and reaches his hand down to your clit, rubbing it aggressively.
“You w’nna cum? t-tell me what you want”
“I want you so bad, I—ngh-want you to cum inside please,” your cries push Rin to the edge and with a hard thrust he releases his all of his cum into you. But he doesn’t stop, he keeps thrusting his sensitive cock into you in order to get you there as well.
All of the sensations have your toes curling and you finally reach your orgasm, moaning out Rin’s name. He tries to guide you through your climax but the overstimulation has him whimpering like a dog in heat.
He keeps himself buried in you for a couple minutes longer as you both catch your breath. You whine when he pulls out, losing the warmth.
Rin kisses your forehead, “you did so good.”
“can we cuddle,” you ask, pleading up at him, knowing he can’t say no to you.
“whatever you want,” he lays next to you and pulls your back against his chest. “i’ll clean you up in a second, okay?”
You hum in acknowledgment of his words before finding yourself drifting off into a deep sleep. Rin runs one of his hands through your hair, smiling to himself.
That phone call was the best thing to ever happen to him.
nagi had invited you over for the weekend, convincing you he had a new game for both of you to play together.
you practically pounced at the first chance to agree, but how could you be blamed? he was disgustingly educated on the topic of video games and that was a given.
all this time, you've thought of nagi as an innocent, sweet, lazy little dork who's too far deep into video games to care about anything else life has to offer.
he could be a little shy sometimes, but cute nonetheless. you'd never found yourself viewing him as more than a friend, though.
but what you'd never suspected was nagi's big fat crush on you — he had an ulterior motive to inviting you over.
yeah, he loved co-op video games, but what he loved more was the scent of your sickly sweet perfume, the sound of your velvety smooth voice, the sight of your soft lips and the feel of your angelic presence next to him.
you'd caused a shift in his peaceful, effort-free life yet even then, he couldn't find it in himself to be mad about it.
he was utterly head over heels for you and you weren't the least bit aware.
the hopeless infatuation he held for you meant he was desperate to make only good impressions on you.
he'd cleaned his whole room 3 times over, made sure his clothes looked right and even sprayed some of the expensive perfume reo had bought him.
when you'd first stepped through the door of his apartment, you were greeted by the idea that it was clean, perfect for just him and his cactus, and really cozy.
not seeing any problem with it, you plopped yourself down onto the edge of his bed, sinking into his comfy mattress. "sei, you get to sleep on this everyday? gosh, i'm jealous."
all he could do was nod absently, too focused on the sight of you on his bed. light spilled in from the parted curtains just the right amount, making your cheeks glow beautifully.
despite all of the precautions nagi took and the lengths he'd gone to in making his space seem clean and tidy, he'd let the dirtiest part of his room slip his mind.
you made some lazy conversation with him, examining the room.
you'd noticed it was barren of many decorations, most of the items stored away on the shelves being necessities or books.
your attention was brought to the laptop resting by your side, the mattress dipping slightly under the weight of it.
curiosity ate at you and eventually, you found yourself pulling it open, ready to see what was on it.
upon doing so, you were greeted with the sound of a guy's whimpers and the lewd sight of a woman sucking him off.
all you could do was as stare in shock, eyes blown wide.
nagi seishiro, having porn on a random tab?
well, they did say curiosity kills the cat, so why'd you think of snooping around anyways?
the truth was that it was from nagi fisting himself the previous night, specifically using the hand you'd grazed yours over to pass him a drink, imagining those visuals as both of you instead.
he was shameless.
but it wasn't like you'd ever see how tainted his mind truly was.
or so he'd thought.
the second he'd heard the noises of pleasure blasting from his laptop speaker, he stiffly reached over to slam it shut and shove it away to god knows where.
he wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole, the tip of his ears turning the brightest shade of pink, unable to look your way again.
"sorry 'bout that. i was- testing the speakers.. don't know where that video came from." he tried to 'explain', yet it sounded more like an attempt to convince himself instead of you.
he too, realized how unbelievable the lie was, but he chose to let it go, accepting his fate.
you'd leave his house, never talk to him again, block him on every platform and-
to his surprise, a wide smile curved your lips at his flushed expression.
you were laughing? you weren't weirded out?
"it's fine, let's get back to the game?"
"yeah," he agreed, your nonchalance regarding the situation calming the embarrassment still actively swirling in his gut.
although as he set up the game, handing the controller over to you, all you could unexpectedly focus on now was him.
or rather, the sheer size of him.
it begged the question, how'd you never notice him in that way before?
how've you never felt more than platonic love for him?
you'd previously thrown the suggestion of returning to the game so quick to avoid an awkward situation, yet now you found yourself unable to cleanse your mind of that video.
not in a way where you were disgusted in him.
in a way you couldnt stop wondering what it'd feel like if it was him and you in that video instead, what it'd feel like to be under him.
you stared at him a couple times too long, ogling how fast his fingers worked on the controller or the way the fabric of his shirt flexed taut under his bicep when he reached down to turn the console on. it made you weak in the knees.
he could be maddeningly oblivious, but eventually, he did end up catching on.
you were in the middle of a round and your gameplay sucked. you were absolute trash, and nagi knew that wasn't normal for you.
"you good?" he questioned, turning his head your way mid-game, the action catching you off guard.
your eyes met his and the way it seemed like he was trying to read your soul made you tense up.
"y-yeah? of course, why wouldn't i be?"
"y'sure? you're playing terribly."
you chuckled at that, raising an eyebrow. "isn't that a bit blunt?"
"still."
"what, you want the truth?" you probed hesitantly, surveying his every reaction.
he nodded, blissfully unaware of the thoughts running through your mind.
"sei, have you ever gotten a blowjob?"
he was taken aback as soon as the words left your mouth, eyes widening a fraction.
"wha- huh?"
"you heard me."
"w-well, no?" he muttered, cheeks flushing a deep red.
"have you ever wanted to?"
・・・・・
not even a minute later, you're on your knees, dragging the band of his sweatpants down, nagi shifting awkwardly to tug them below his knees to rest by his ankles.
"a-are you sure about this, y/n?" he stammers.
"very." you reassure confidently.
now that you'd gotten a glimpse of his face with that adorable rosy tint spread across it, you found yourself needing to see more.
he watched you hook a finger under his boxers, pulling them down eagerly.
you watched his length spring free, already leaking and red.
he let out a sharp exhale, revelling in the sight of you between his legs. you were so beautiful just like this, it made him feel giddy.
you swirl your tongue over his tip with a slow, agonizing pace, nagi's breath hitching as he tries to stifle a whimper.
your gaze was locked onto his, watching his every reaction.
"s-stop teasing me," he murmurs, a small whimper slipping out of him when you kiss it gently.
he buries his fingers in your hair, forcing your head down further, discontent with the lack of friction.
you eventually end up with it pushed so far down your throat you struggled to breathe, gagging on it slightly as you tried to regain control.
how was it fair that he was this big?
you continue bobbing your head up and down, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"h-haah, n-not so funny now, r-right?" nagi grunts, chest heaving.
he bucks his hips up to chase the pleasure, pathetic whines falling from his lips.
he came fast, letting out a loud whine as he threw his head back. he wasn't even aware he could make such noises.
he shot thick strings of his load straight down your throat, leaving you struggling to swallow it as he pulled out.
he shuddered at the feel of his cockhead making contact with the cold temperature in his room again, missing the warmth of your mouth already.
but he could also barely fathom that this was really happening.
it was his first time being sucked off, and to add onto it, by the girl he's painfully into?
he wouldn't have believed the moment was real if he wasn't currently struggling to regain his composure and the ability to breathe again properly.
he watched you swallow every last bit of his seed and stick out your tongue right after, offering the filthiest proof possible.
the sight made him hard all over again.
before you could react, he'd hoisted you onto the bed, flipping you over with strength you didn't know he possessed, caging you beneath him.
"y'know, i've always wanted to try more than that too."
brat! reader getting carried bridal style by boyfriend sukuna because her feet hurt
you loved your louboutin's .
you owned three pairs (courtesy of your boyfriend who wholeheartedly supported your splurging tendencies)
but as hot as the clicking sounded, and as sexy as the red underside of the heels with your matching red dress made you look—you couldn't feel your feet anymore (an exaggeration, you hadn't walked more than ten steps the entire evening)
"babyyyy", you whined as you licked your ice cream. your manicured fingers tugging on the sleeve of his dark maroon shirt.
communicating your request with just the power of your telepathy (your bratty tone)
the car parking was still a bit away from where you both were.
you knew your sudden urge to get ice cream specifically from the small vendor on the 11th Street roadside—after the fancy five course dinner he had just taken you on—was totally uncalled for.
but your man never said 'no' to you.
sukuna just gave a small huff, but the indulgent expression on his face made you swoon.
you grabbed his extended arm as you stepped out of your heels and onto the shiny surface of his black polished shoes
it was a blur of movements from then —and you were being pressed against his firm chest, his arms—one under your knees and the other under your back.
he bent down once more so that you could grab your heels.
you giggled a little with the motion, one hand around his neck , the hells dangling from your fingers, bumping into shoulder blades with every step he took.
your amusement subdued a bit as your eyes tracked the strong jaw , the musky scent of his cologne making your head spin.
you brought your other hand to your mouth, giving your ice cream another slow lick.
if it was a bit obscene, no one could blame you.
and if sukuna's eyes strayed from the path for a second or two—well you were accomplishing your task perfectly then.
꒰ summary ꒱; kaiser begs you to not use a condom today, and despite it being risky, how can you refuse his pleas?
꒰ content/warnings ꒱; 18+, afab reader, coercion, dubcon, kaiser's kinda toxic, breeding (can u tell i like breeding)
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"c'mon baby," he pleaded, rubbing gentle circles on the plush skin of your inner thighs, the same ones he'd pried open just moments prior, eyes full of lust.
he was attempting to get your permission for him to fuck you raw.
but obviously, you weren't very keen on taking up the offer.
as good as it'd feel, so many risks presented themselves when not using protection.
"just this once? make me happy, pleasee?" he coaxed, batting his lashes.
"i'll pull out immediately, seriously," he added, desperation festering in his tone.
"mihya, i-it's risky," you murmur, struggling with the task of denying him.
despite the obvious fear in your expression regarding the topic, he still pushed, huffing when you'd refused again.
he wasn't exactly looking for no as an answer.
"fine then. we don't have to do anything at all," he grumbled, strategically pulling away from you.
after trying (and failing) to accept the absence of his tantalizing touch, you'd gone back on every reason you'd recited in your head on why you couldn't agree.
"w-wait," you call out, unable to take the loss of his warmth.
"yeah?" he turns around the moment you utter a word, unable to hide the shit-eating grin plastered on his face even if he tried.
"j-just this once," you say begrudgingly, concern still apparent in your furrowed brows, unsure if allowing it was the right decision.
he'd known you'd fall for his coercion, you always did without fail.
no matter how many times you'd try to be strict and say no, you'd always fold less than 5 seconds after.
"that's my girl." he grins, running his tattoeed hand through his messy locks, making his way back over to you.
・・・・・
not too long after, he was in you balls deep, your leg slung over his shoulder.
no condom on, this time.
"f-feels so good in you raw, liebling."
"look at how she's clamping around me, she thinks so too, hm?" he drawls, cold fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit.
you'd shuddered at the feeling, lips parted, gasping at the overload of sensations.
"h-hnghh, d-does feel– good.." you whine out, still reluctant to admit the change was significantly better, worried it'd become a regular occurrence
the only sounds audible were wet slaps of skin against skin, save for the high-pitched mewls you'd let out whenever he thrusted too deep.
"f-fuck, squeezing me so tight, it's like this pretty cunt wants me to cum inside, mein liebe." he groaned, captivated by the sight of how your weeping pussy seemed to suck him back in whenever he'd pull out to slam into you deeper.
you could only whimper beneath him, sharp nails digging into the supple flesh of his back, pleasure overriding any other feeling.
"h-haah, scheiße, y-you can't expect me to pull out," he purrs, pressing your knees up against your chest, forcing you in a mating press.
he knew your one and only rule was pulling out, but how could he?
how could he when you looked so drunk on his fat cock, moaning as he stretched you out deliciously.
"g'nna cum!" you gasp.
kaiser held your legs firm, not giving you a chance to squirm as he rammed into you deeper, relishing in the sound of your cries.
"yeah, cum f'me, schatzi." and you did, hard. you'd babbled incoherently as your nails dug deeper into his flesh, leaving red crescent marks in their wake.
"thaat's it, there you go," he spoke in a low, soothing hum, massaging gentle circles on your knee, a harsh contrast to how mean he was about to get.
"'m c-close too, hold on for me," he slurs, thrusts growing desperate.
you bit down on your lip, near strong enough to draw blood, the overstimulation from your previous orgasm leaving you a whiny mess.
kaiser doesn't respond, a cunning, lop-sided smirk curling his lips.
"m-mihya-"
he drew his pounds to a slow end, breath hitching as he felt his dick twitch in you, more than ready to go against every boundary you'd set
"jus'- stay still, m'kay?"
you wanted to refuse, to prevent him from stuffing you full, yet every word died in your throat, unable to deny the fact that you wanted it too.
he let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back as he felt you milk him dry.
"verdammt, schatz, y-you tell me you don't want it inside, yet you take it like this?" he mutters, pulling out, fingers making a mess of your now leaking hole.
"s-so pretty like this. see how good it feels?"
your chest heaves with every breath you take, unable to muster up the energy to respond.
he sighs, feeling a tad bit of remorse, thumb tracing your jaw, touch gentle. it was as if he was taunting you.
"i'll take care of you, get you pills n everything," he reassures, voice hushed, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
your friends always lower their voices when they ask, leaning over the cafe table with a nagging sense of concern, eyes tracking the faint, reddish-purple blooms peeking out from the collar of your shirt.
"is everything okay at home?"
"is he... violent to you?"
they whisper, because to strangers, ryōmen sukuna is a guy that could break someone in two just for breathing wrong. they look at his mountainous physique and immediately assume he’s striking you—that the wine-stained rose traces under your clothes are from hands raised in anger, because what else does a monster do with his strength?
you just stay quiet, pulling your sleeves down, given that you can't exactly tell them that the truth is so much more embarrassing.
because how do you explain that these deep, hand-shaped marks come from him getting a sudden, overwhelming rush of affection while you are just... existing?
the second you walk through the front door, he doesn't even let you take off your shoes before his thickset arms are securing your body against him. his face is entirely vacant, his expression as deadpan as if he were reviewing a tedious financial ledger while hauling you impossibly close; the desperate zeal of his hug making your lungs burn for every silver of air
“i missed you, baby,” the words are an incredibly sweet confession—completely at odds with his flat, menacing demeanor as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.
sukuna possesses absolutely no concept of his own magnitude, and when these sudden surges of intense adoration overtake him, his massive hands just react by pure instinct. his thick fingers dig deep into the meat of your arms, squeezing and kneading the flesh while he stares down at you with his crimson eyes tracing heart shapes. it is pure agony for your skin, a sharp ache that you know will turn into dark blooms by tomorrow.
“my pretty girl,” he mumbles, his lips caressing your skin in messy nuzzles before he sinks his sharp teeth down on your shoulder in a brutal display of fondness that makes you whine and arch into his chest; yet he gives your body no room to escape the extreme weight of his affection. his lower hands come up to cup your face, big thumbs pressing into your cheeks to hold you still while he overindulges in your scent.
a rare sensibility of content descends upon sukuna as he realizes: he is exactly where he wants to be.
SYNOPSIS: Your childhood best friend, Rin, can’t cum without hearing your voice.
WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, masturbation, dubcon (?), aged up characters, unknowing reader, mentions of virginity, reader is discussed to have female anatomy, dirty talk
AUTHORS NOTE: first time writing smut, kinda nervous (this is definitely ooc mb guys ☹️)
<< part two >>
You and Rin have been friends since childhood, attached by the hip. He only ever confided in you. Seeking you out after anything happened, if he lost or won a game, if someone was pissing him off on the team, how big his ego has become. And you were always there, ready to support him through any of it.
He had liked you for years now. Ever since you showed up to his first football game holding a giant banner you made for him.
Rin told himself that he would never act on those feelings, especially considering the fact you didn’t share them.
But here he found himself, laying on his bed, pent up at 2:34 am, with no sign of release.
It was embarrassing, but Rin only ever masturbated to scenarios of you.
You bent over, wearing one of those short skirts you seemed to like so much. Or you helping him with all of his football frustrations.
He groaned, and inched his hand down to his boxers, cupping his half-hard cock. Rin wanted so badly to know what you sounded like, what your sweet pussy would feel like around him.
He moved his hand to pull his erection out, rubbing the leaky tip gently. Rin let out a whimper due to the feeling.
Slowly, he began to slip his hand up and down his cock, trying to imagine it was your hand instead. Oh how sweet you’d be to him, telling him how proud you were and how good he was being.
The thought alone has Rin curling his toes.
But no matter how many times he pictures you, it doesn’t work. He’s been at it for thirty minutes now, coming up with different scenarios.
You sneaking into the locker room after a game, rewarding rin for all of his hard work. He’d drop to his knees and lift up your skirt, admiring how wet you already were from just the thought of him.
Then, he’d use two fingers to slide your panties to the side, licking a long stripe across your folds. You’d shove your fingers in his hair, trying to hold onto anything for stability as he ate you out like a starved man.
After making you cum all over his tongue, he’d let you paw at his pants, trying to get his cock out. You’d moan at the pure sight of it, and try to pleasure him with your hands, but he wouldn’t let you. He’d pin you to the wall, and shove the whole thing into you at once, watching your face as he splits you open. He’d thrust into you at an inhuman pace, making you beg for more.
Normally, he would’ve already been done jacking off at the thought of eating you out, but for some reason he couldn’t reach his climax.
His thoughts are interrupted by the buzz of his phone.
“Fuck.”
Rin keeps one hand stroking his cock, and used the other one to answer the incoming call without bothering to look at the caller id.
“Hello?”
“Rinnie! I’ve been calling you for ages!”
At the sound of your voice his cock pulses, forcing him to bite back a moan.
“Mhm, what do you need so late?” he asks trying to fighting back any sounds, putting your voice on speaker as he throws his phone somewhere in the sheets.
“What’s with the attitude? Someone’s oughta put you in your place!”
Rin’s hips buckled up to meet his hand at the thought of you putting him in his place. Spitting in his face and being rough with him.
All that can be heard through the call is the sound of Rin’s hand moving up and down his fully hardened cock.
“What are you doing? There’s like a weird wet sound.”
“N-nothing—ngh,” Rin can barely contain himself as he comes closer and closer to his release. As he approaches it, he also becomes more bold.
“Have you—shit—ever uhm masturbated?”
You gasp on the other end of the phone, “why are you asking that!” You can feel your face flush.
The smacking sound from Rin’s end only gets louder.
“Do you touch yourself—t-thinking about me?”
“Rin! What are you saying?”
You can really feel the flush now, but not only on your face. You begin to feeling the tingling sensation inbetween your thighs, squeezing them together to get some comfort.
Rin almost laughs at the way your voice cracks with nerves. “Are you—hah—still a virgin?”
“y-yeah, but there’s nothing wrong with that! I’m saving myself.”
Rin could’ve came right there. Picturing himself to be the one to ruin you, making you a cock-drunk whore for him.
He feels his climax coming, the wet sound becoming more intense as his moans become harder to fight back.
“T-tell me, ah—what do you think about when you rub that pretty clit”
You squeeze your thighs harder together, “I think of you..”
“me doing what, sweet girl? use that voice”
You try to ignore the embarrassment coming over you. “You making me take the whole thing, pounding into me without a break”
“w-what whole thing?”
“Uhm—your”
“cmon, I know you can say it”
“your cock..”
And with that, Rin finally meets his release. Cumming all over his chest and hand, he lets out a loud moan.
“Rinnie? Were you.. um”
Catching his breath, Rin grabbed the phone. “Mhm, do you want to see the mess you made me?”
“Y-yeah”
Rin facetimes you and turns on his camera. Flipping to the back one, he reveals his predicament. His cock was still half hard, and the tip was flushed red. Streaks of cum were left all over his chest, thighs, and hand.
“All that for you,” he says with a groggy voice.
“It’s pretty,” you murmur
Rin lets out an exhausted laugh, “hm, you should see it in person.”
“maybe I will.”
The next morning, Rin almost tries to strangle himself out of pure embarrassment.
He was so sleep deprived that he didn’t think about what he was doing at all.
How stupid could he have been to do that to you? Oh god, you probably thought he was a creep now. And on top of it, you were coming by his house in an hour to hang out.
Would you mention it? Or maybe you just wouldn’t come.
He could only dream, because sooner rather than later, your knock could be heard at the door.
“This is either going to be the best or worst hangout of my life,” he sighs to himself one last time before opening the door.
“H-hi Rinnie!” the sound of your nervous voice hits him like a train.
Unable to control his composure, his face reddens.
“Come in, let’s go to my room.”
As he shuts his bedroom door behind you two, he expects you to shout at him, call him a pervert, anything.
But what he didn’t expect was for you to climb onto his lap and ask if you could see it in person.
sukuna’s clingy (he prefers the term “possessive”) even as he sleeps
i feel like sukuna sleeps holding you like you’re a hostage that’s going to wake up in the middle of the night and run away.
he’s the big spoon of course and he’s molded around your body like a puzzle piece. chest pressed seamlessly to your backside, one arm hooked around your neck in a loving? soft chokehold, the other curled over your waist, palm splayed over the natural plush of your tummy. your thighs up in fetal position between his, legs intertwined, feet touching, literally the whole nine yards. entirely unaware or uncaring of his size, but definitely aware of yours. hunched over you like a dragon protecting its glimmering mountain of gold and treasure.
and it’s that kind of embrace that seems uncomfortable or suffocating from the outside-looking-in, but it’s actually the best sleep you’ve gotten in years and the only way you can sleep now. it’s the kind that has you snoring when you never snore. the kind that has you waking up looking like a skrunkly cat after a good nap.
his steady heartbeat thrumming against your back and counting sheep for you, your chin tucked in his inner elbow as you drool all over it, head effortlessly perched at just the right angle on his meaty bicep instead of that flat and lifeless pillow that gives you a crick in your neck. your body grounded with the comforting weight of his heavy arm strewn over it, the gentle heat of his thumb stroking on your lower abdomen, the pressure you usually carry in your lower back gone because your legs are elevated due to the beefy mass that’s under them. it’s like he’s your custom made body pillow.
and if you need to pee in the middle the night you’ll have to smack his arm to get him to unfurl his tired limbs with a grunt because he sleeps like he’s dead. he’ll follow you there even when you tell him to stay in bed, heavy feet dragging behind you across the cool vinyl, one sock missing and his loose sleep pants hanging off his hips.
“hurry up, m’cold.” he’ll rub his eyes and grumble groggily as if you forced him to come with you.
he’s just standing in the dark bathroom with his arms crossed, eyes drifting back to a close while he sways like he’s on a ship. then he’s glaring at the doorframe with the most adorable, sleepy scowl on his face after he stumbles into it on accident, like someone put it there just to spite him. that is until he deems it worthy enough to lean on, a loud yawn blooming from the drowsy, messy-haired giant who’s patiently waiting to crawl back into bed with you.
“hey, can i borrow your phone for a sec?” satoru asks, looping an arm over your shoulder. when you raise an eyebrow, he flashes that blinding smile. “wanna look up that new dessert shop in ginza. the one with the limited-edition parfaits? i’m taking you there the second i’m done kicking sukuna’s ass.”
typical satoru. prioritising his sweet tooth literally minutes away from the greatest battle in jujutsu history. you shake your head, a soft chuckle slipping past your lips as you hand over the device. he taps away furiously for a minute, tongue poking out slightly in concentration, before handing it back with a wink.
-
fast forward to your birthday.
your phone buzzes. it’s a scheduled text from your calendar:
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my favorite person in the entire world !!!! i love you so much. my baby girl (^_^)”
the bright text begins to blur into ugly neon dots as tears hit the glass. you try to wipe the screen, but the moisture keeps coming, smearing his words until you finally just give up. you wish with everything left in you that he was actually here to say it to your face, wearing that stupid, beautiful smile.
𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ when you finally decide to flirt back after years of brushing off sukuna’s teasing, he quickly discovers he can’t handle a taste of his own medicine.
✿ ◞◟) ryomen sukuna 𝓍 gn!reader
𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 fluff, college!au, established friendship, uno reverse card flirting, sukuna is really pathetic, lovestruck behavior, yearning hidden under friendship (?), sukuna is blushing.
part two.
the afternoon light coming through sukuna's apartment windows was that tired golden color, the kind that made everything look a little too soft and a little too warm for a tuesday that felt like a thursday.
you were sprawled on the pink haired boy’s worn-out leather couch with your laptop balanced on your thighs, trying to finish a reading assignment that had no business being this dense, while sukuna sat on the floor across from you with his back against the coffee table, his phone in one hand and a half-empty energy drink in the other.
sukuna's tattoos stretched across his forearms every time he moved to scroll through whatever mindless content he seemed to be invested in, those familiar dark lines shifting over muscle and bone like they'd always been there, like they were just another part of him you'd stopped really noticing years ago. the four-eyes motif on his biceps caught the light when sukuna leaned forward to set his drink down, and you watched him crack his neck in that lazy way he always did when he was bored, the movement causing his jaw to flex once before he settled back against the table leg.
"you're staring," sukuna said without looking up from his phone, and there it was — that particular tilt to his mouth, the one that meant he was about to make things annoying on purpose. "didn't know my forearms were that interesting, sweetheart. could've just asked for a closer look."
you didn't even blink.
"your forearms are fine, kuna. i was actually staring at the window behind you because there's a really weird-looking bird right on the fire escape."
sukuna finally looked up, one dark eyebrow raised, and he turned his head toward the window just to check. when he saw nothing there, his gaze slid back to you with that familiar mixture of amusement and mild offense.
"you're lying."
"oh, am i?" you clicked back to your reading assignment, highlighting a sentence you'd already highlighted twice. "bird must've flown away. tragic timing, really."
sukuna laughed once, short and sharp, and went back to his phone, but you knew damn well he wasn't done; sukuna was never done when he was bored and you were the only person in the room. it was like a game for him, or maybe like a compulsion — throwing out these little flirtatious comments just to see if he could get a reaction, any reaction, even though he'd known you for long enough to understand that you'd stopped reacting to that particular brand of nonsense somewhere around year two of your friendship.
"you know," he said after a moment, dragging the words out like he was savoring them. "most people would at least pretend to be flattered. but you just sit there like a brick wall with a laptop. it's kind of insulting, honestly."
"i'll try to care about your feelings more," you said flatly, not looking up. "let me just find that emotion real quick."
sukuna kicked at your foot with his own, just a light tap of his sneaker against your socked heel.
"you're the worst."
"you're the one who keeps flirting with a brick wall. that sounds like a you problem."
sukuna grinned at that, wide and sharp and entirely unbothered, because this was simply how things worked between the two of you; he'd flirt, you'd deflect, he'd laugh, and then five minutes later he'd ask if you wanted to order food or complain about his stats professor or show you some ridiculous video he found at two in the morning.
it was comfortable, it was routine, and it meant exactly nothing, and you both knew it.
but today, something about the light and the quiet and the way sukuna was sitting there looking entirely too pleased with himself made you feel like switching things up.
just a little.
just to see what would happen.
you set your laptop aside slowly, making a show of closing the screen and placing it on the cushion next to you, and then you turned your body toward him.
sukuna was already watching you with that lazy curiosity he always got when you deviated from your usual patterns, his phone completely forgotten in his hand, and you let your gaze drag over him in a way you never actually did — leisurely and meticulous, like you were taking your time with something you'd been saving for later.
his eyebrows pulled together just slightly. "what?"
"nothing," you said, and you let your voice drop just enough to change the texture of it, to make it softer and slower than your usual flat delivery. "just looking."
you watched the confusion flicker across sukuna's face, quick and genuine, because this wasn't how the script went;
you weren't supposed to look at him like that. you weren't supposed to sound like that. and you sure as hell weren't supposed to slide off the couch to sit on the floor next to him, close enough that your shoulder almost brushed his, close enough that you could smell whatever cheap cologne he'd grabbed off his dresser this morning.
sukuna's hand tightened around his phone.
"okay. you're being weird."
"am i?" you echoed your earlier words back at him, tilting your head just slightly, and you let your fingers rest on the floor between you — not touching him, not yet, but close enough that the proximity felt intentional. "i thought this was what you wanted, kuna. you're always saying all that stuff. figured i'd finally give you a response."
sukuna's throat moved as he swallowed, and you could see the moment his brain started scrambling to catch up with what was happening. the confidence he normally wore like armor seemed to flicker, just for a second, and his gaze dropped to your hand on the floor before snapping back to your face.
"that's—" he started, and then stopped, and you'd never seen sukuna stumble over a word in your entire friendship. "i mean, yeah, but—you don't actually—"
"don't actually what?"
you leaned in just a little, and you watched the tips of sukuna's ears go pink. his ears, of all things. the same sukuna who could make a waiter uncomfortable by accident just by existing was sitting here with pink ears because you'd leaned about four inches closer to him.
"don't actually find you attractive? because i never said that."
sukuna's mouth opened, then closed, and then opened again, and absolutely nothing came out except this small, strangled sound that might have been the beginning of a laugh or the end of his dignity.
you could feel the heat coming off his arm where it was braced on the coffee table, you could see the way his chest had started rising and falling just a little faster than before. his tattoos seemed to move with every small shift of his muscles, the dark lines pulling and relaxing as he failed spectacularly to figure out what the hell to do with his hands.
"you're messing with me," sukuna said finally, and his voice literally cracked on the last word.
ryomen sukuna's voice cracked like he was fourteen years old and talking to his first crush, and you had to physically bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too obviously.
"am i?" you asked again, softer this time, and you let your finger trace a small, idle pattern on the floor between you; not toward him, not away from him — just there, like you were thinking about it. "i don't know. maybe i just got tired of you being the only one who gets to have fun."
sukuna's blush was spreading now, crawling down his neck in splotchy patches that disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt, and he was gripping his phone like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.
you could see his pulse beating in his throat, quick and uneven, and his eyes kept darting between your face and the small space between your bodies like he was trying to calculate something he didn't have the formula for.
"this isn't—" sukuna started, and then he had to stop to clear his throat, and the sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet apartment. "this isn't funny."
"i'm not laughing."
"you're definitely laughing on the inside. i can tell. your eye is doing that thing."
you blinked innocently. "what thing?"
"the thing where you're being an asshole and enjoying it."
but sukuna's voice was way too high to land the way he wanted it to, too breathy to sound like anything other than a man who was rapidly losing control of a situation he'd assumed he'd always be in charge of. his leg was bouncing now, that restless energy he got when he was nervous translating into small, jerky movements that he probably didn't even realize he was making.
you let the silence stretch, you let him sit in the discomfort of not knowing what came next, and you watched as he absolutely failed to fill it with one of his usual easy quips.
sukuna's brain was working overtime behind his eyes, you could easily tell — trying to figure out if you were serious, if this was a joke, if he was supposed to laugh it off or lean into it or run in the opposite direction.
finally, he did the last thing you expected.
he looked away.
sukuna actually looked away, his jaw tightening as he turned his face toward the window, and you could see the way his hand shook just slightly when he reached up to rub at the back of his neck. the movement made his sleeve ride up, exposing more of those dark lines, and you noticed the way his fingers trembled against his own skin.
"you're doing this on purpose," he muttered, and his voice was so quiet you almost didn't hear it. "you're trying to—i don't know what you're trying to do, but you're doing it on purpose."
"maybe," you said, and you let yourself smile then, just a small one, because he looked so genuinely thrown off that it was actually kind of endearing underneath all the hilarity. "maybe i just wanted to see what would happen."
sukuna turned back to look at you, and his eyes were wide in a way you'd never seen before — less of the sharp, amused glint he usually carried and more of something raw and uncertain, like a door you'd accidentally nudged open that he'd been keeping firmly closed. his blush had settled into something deeper now, staining his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, and his lips were parted just slightly like he was still trying to figure out how to breathe normally.
"well," he said, and his voice cracked again, softer this time, almost fragile. "are you happy? because i'm—i'm not—this is—"
sukuna gave up on words entirely and just gestured vaguely at himself, at his flushed face and his bouncing leg and his white-knuckled grip on his phone, and the gesture said everything sukuna's his voice couldn't.
you laughed then, not meanly, just a warm exhale of a sound, and you bumped your shoulder against his gently.
"yeah," you said, your voice back to normal now, dropping the flirtatious edge entirely. "i'm pretty happy, actually."
sukuna stared at you for a long moment, his chest still rising and falling too quickly, and then he dropped his head back against the coffee table and made a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a whine.
"i hate you," he said to the ceiling. "i genuinely hate you. you're the worst person i've ever met."
"you're blushing."
"shut up, i'm not blushing. my face is just warm. from the—it's warm in here."
"it's twenty-one degrees in here."
"shut up."
sukuna didn't move his head from the coffee table, but his large hand found your knee — just a brief, clumsy tap before retreating, like he'd meant to do something else and changed his mind at the last second. his fingers were warm through the fabric of your jeans, and you could still feel the slight tremor in them even after he pulled away.
you sat there together in the golden afternoon light, the silence softer now than it had been before, and you watched as sukuna slowly, painfully tried to collect himself.
his ears were still pink, his breathing was still uneven, and every few seconds, his gaze would slide toward you and then snap away again, like looking at you for too long might somehow make things worse.
it was, without a single question, the most pathetic you had ever seen him.
"sooo," you said after a while, keeping your voice light and easy. "you want to order that thai place, or are you too busy being embarrassed to eat?"
sukuna lifted his head just enough to glare at you, but the effect was ruined by the fact that he still looked like he'd just run a marathon in a sauna.
"i'm not embarrassed."
"okay."
"i'm not. i just wasn't expecting—" sukuna stopped, swallowed, tried again. "you don't just—you never—"
"never what?"
he held your gaze for a long, charged moment, and something in his expression flickered — some thought you couldn't quite read, some emotion the pink haired boy shoved back down before it could fully surface. then he looked away once again, reaching for his abandoned energy drink like it might offer him some kind of salvation.
"nothing," he said quietly. "forget it. thai sounds fine."
sukuna didn't flirt with you for the rest of the evening.
not once.
and if you caught him staring at you when he thought you weren't looking, his expression soft and confused and a little bit scared like he'd just discovered something he didn't know how to name — well, you didn't mention that either.
