Go to a furry convention dressed as an 18th century fur trapper. Longrifle, jawtraps, chains, fur hat, big coat made of sewn-together pelts of different polyester neons...
Can we rebrand āgirl mathā as being about the works of great woman mathematicians? āGirl mathā built the worldās first computer and put humans on the moon. The thing youāre doing where you pretend to not understand numbers is being an overgrown child.
18+ āøāøāø šššššš & nerd!reader making out for the first time (spoiler: heās a goner) <3
part 1 below | next | part 3 | part 4 | part 5
the air is thick with itāwet, greedy kisses that sound like heās trying to overwhelm you, even as his mouth keeps brushing yours like heās afraid to let go.
sukuna kisses you while youāre on his lap like a starved man, lips moving with a kind of urgency that blurs the line between respect and pure want.
one hand stays firm at the back of your neck, his palm hot against you your skin. the other swallows your face, cupping your cheek with a gentleness that almost feels wrong on him. though his grip tightens as if he canāt help itāholding you there, trapping you in him.
youāve kissed him before, sureāshy, hesitant things that barely brushed the surface since the time youāve began dating.
he was your first boyfriend. your first kiss.
but youād never done anything like this before.
sukuna wonāt ever admit it, but you were too damn cute todayāyour oversized sweater, glossy lips, baggy jeans, and glasses slipping down your nose. of course he couldnāt hold back any longer.
his tongue slides against yours and you whine into his mouth, finally melting above him. your fingers twist in his shirt, he lets out a low sound against your mouthāsomething between a groan and a laugh.
your glasses press crookedly against his face, the cool frame digging into his cheek as he kisses you harder. he doesnāt even care. if anything, it only spurs him on. he growls a quiet curse against your lips, chasing you when you try to pull back to fix them. his hand shifts from your neck to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as if to say donāt you dare.
you try to mumble somethingāmaybe an apologyābut itās swallowed by the next kiss.
he tastes like heat, a gatorade, and something dizzying (though thatās probably just a side effect of his lips on yours).
the way his breath shudders when you instinctively lean further into him makes your stomach flip.
itās messy. itās clumsy. and itās so him.
itās almost funny, how this even started. the two of you had always been a little mismatchedāhim, loud and infuriating; you, the quiet one in the front of every lecture with the best grades.
heād tease you endlessly just to see that your flustered reaction, calling you nerd like it was your name.
when sukuna came crashing into your life, he was loud and unapologeticāthe kind of guy who ruled every room without trying. but you? you were the quiet, awkward, stuck behind your laptop type. you were someone he shouldnāt have noticed, let alone liked.
but he did. somehow.
heād lean against your table in the library during study sessions just to get under your skin, tossing out comments that made your face heat up. āyouāre really gonna skip dinner to study for a test?ā or, āhow are you still cute with those eye bags, nerd?ā
but every time, you couldnāt help but wonder what a guy like him was doing in a library and talking to a girl like you.
the teasing was constant, but something else hid underneath itāsomething that made your chest tighten whenever he looked at you a second too long.
it was in moments where your eyes accidentally met his across campus and you immediately glanced away, convinced he hadnāt really been looking at you. or when you caught his gaze while he was laughing with his friends and had to pretend you werenāt wondering why someone like him would notice you at all.
and now, with your glasses tilted and your lips swollen from his kisses, that same look flickers in his eyes. the one that says he doesnāt mean half the things he says because around you? sukunaās never really been as sharp as he pretends to be.
he leans in again, and before you can think, the kiss deepens. slower this time, but heavierālike heās sinking into it.
your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt once more, and thatās all it takes for him to lose whatever restraint he had left. with a low sound that sends heat rushing to your face, he shifts his weight, guiding you back until your shoulders hit the mattress.
the world tilts. your breath stutters.
his hand braces beside your head, his body hovering just above yours. your dorm room feels too small now, every breath shared.
ārelax,ā he murmurs, voice rough, but his eyes are softāsofter than youāve ever seen them. dilated until you can barely see the crimson color of his eyes.
when he kisses you again, itās needier, like heās afraid the moment will end too soon. your glasses slide a little down your nose again when you move to sit up on your elbows, and he laughs quietly against your mouthāa sound that makes your breath hitchābrushing them back up with his knuckles before kissing you once more, even harder this time.
your heartbeat is wild, matching the rhythm of his. youāre flustered and overwhelmed but you donāt want him to stop. not when heās looking at you like that. not when every kiss feels like a secret heās been holding in for far too long.
your breath catches when his lips leave yours for only a momentājust long enough for him to look at you like heās still trying to understand how he ended up here, above you, wanting you this much. his thumb skims your cheekbone, slow and distracted, like his body is moving ahead of his thoughts.
āyāknow,ā he mutters, voice low and almost irritated, āyou drive me insane.ā
you barely have time to process it before his mouth is on yours for the nth timeānow nothing like the seemingly controlled kisses from before.
itās like heās losing patience with himself and with you. with the space between your bodies that he keeps trying to erase.
when he pulls back, itās not far. just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, breaths tangling.
āyou donāt even get it, do you?ā he murmurs, words barely shaped.
you manage an breathy exhale, answer confused, āg-get what?ā
he doesnāt answer.
instead, his gaze drags over your face like heās memorizing something he refuses to say out loud.
and then without warning his mouth drops to your throat.
the shift is instant. rougher. desperate.
his hand curls at your hip, dragging you closer as his lips find the warm skin beneath your jaw, kissing, then biting. soft, then not soft at all. your breath hitches, fingers gripping his shoulders, and he makes a low noise against your neck like that reaction alone is all the explanation heās willing to give.
he doesnāt stop there.
his mouth trails lower. itās almost like heās trying to chase every shiver he pulls from you. his nose skims your throat, breath hot against your skin.
his grip on your hip tightens, not enough to hurtājust enough to tell you heās losing whatever control he walked in with.
you gasp when he pulls you fully against him, the closeness stealing your breath even further. that little noise goes straight to his head. his hand slides from your hip to the small of your back, pressing your chest against his, keeping you there like he doesnāt want to let go.
āstay still,ā he breathes against your neck. except you can hear it in his voice, the way it cracks a littleāheās the one who canāt stay still.
his lips find a spot just beneath your ear, and when you shudder, he laughs. this time quiet and breathless, not mocking at all. like he canāt believe what you do to him.
he mouths at your pulse again, deeper, lingering like heās trying to mark the moment into memory.
your fingers slide up into his hair without thinking, and the second you tugājust barelyāhis breath catches hard against your skin.
the sound that leaves him is almost pained.
he kisses down your neck again like he needs you closer than your body will physically allow.
and then, heās grinding his hips against yours and thatās when you feel it.
a whimper escapes you and then you realize he doesnāt even know it. the movement was instinctive. heat blooms in your chest and low in your stomach, sudden and sharp, and he just hums against your skin, lost in the closeness between you.
ākunaāā it comes out as a whine as you push him back, eyes wide.
he grunts, reaching instinctively to pull you back in, āwhat?ā
then his eyes catch where youāre looking and a flash of awareness hits him. a faint red color blooms upon his cheeks as he realizes exactly what it is.
heās hard.
fuck.
ryomen sukuna was not a man who got hard just from just kissing.
sukuna hides himself at the crook of your neck, ājustājust stopā donāt look! i-ignore it.ā
did he just stutter?
>> next ch / series masterlist
this is my first sukuna fic (that i'm posting at least) and the first thing i've written since disappearing off the face of tumblr!!! i hope i wrote him well enough because this has been in my drafts for monthsš
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