∑(°口°๑) sukuna sees you writing smut (and judges hard)
had to get this out of my system or else I don't sleep
"'He spits inside your mouth, hips moving faster'—what.”
Sukuna's reading voice turns down a couple of notches once he realized what he's reading, now murmuring as if he's seeing something he shouldn't. He had to squint his eyes to read the following lines, honestly. Too grossed out that he wants to look away, but too curious to actually follow through.
“The hell’s this smutty bullshit, woman?” His hand reaches down to grab the back of your chair, spinning you around so you can face him, dumbfounded and... scared? You're not sure. “‘He spits in your mouth’, where'd you even learn that?”
“Oh, don't act like you don't do that to me whenever you're out of it.” Sukuna opens his mouth to reply with an equally sassy tone, but all that leaves him is a begrudging sigh.
“Touché,” he clicks his tongue. “But what exactly are you writin’, huh? Fifty Shades of Nasty?”
You huff as you turn back to face your laptop, the tab with said ‘nasty bullshit’ open for everyone—Sukuna to see. If it was by any means sentient, you're sure it would've plunged itself to the nearest water source, wanting to be rid of the filth you keep writing.
“Well, someone requested this ‘nasty bullshit’, and who was I to deprive them of their wish?” You shake your head, fingers already tapping on your keyboard. “The people yearn for smut, so they'll get smut.”
If he recalls correctly, you mentioned something about your inbox being open, how their kind words almost made you tear up, and how their requests would make you laugh or recoil. Maybe even both. He doesn't really know shit about the whole fanfic… writing thing you do. But now that he knows that you can write something like that?-
He's intrigued. For better or for worse.
“Freaky ass.” He mumbles, half-hoping that you catch it, half-hoping that you don't.
“What was that, Mr. Ryomen?” You glare at him, lips pursed together tightly. The last thing he wants to do is laugh at your work and your precious, precious Anon’s request. And if he ever did? Ass red from beating it. "Y'have anything else to say?"
“Nope. Nothin’.” Sukuna turns around to bail before you can hug his neck till he's blue. “You just… Bella Swan through that, babe. Call me if you need anythin’.”
“Good,” you smirk, holding back your laughter as he placatingly raises his hands. “It's good to know where your place is.”