The adept fingers fiercely tickling your sides impossibly speed up and his annoying, sexy, hot, voice purrs into your ear as he smirks in your face.
You're hysterical at this point, tears streaming down your cheeks- which had started to ache a while ago- you cough on your own spit. Throat long dried from laughing so hard. Yet the curse takes no pity on you. Continuing his vicious onslaught of tickles.
In fact he has the audacity to chuckle at your feeble form. Your hands repeatedly trying to pry his hands off but the guy is just too damn strong. "I won't stop until you say it," he coolly says, as if he isn't tickling you to literal death.
Through chokes, sobs and cackles you wheeze, "Fine! I-I love you!". The curse halts his tickle attack and instead pulls you on his lap, a mischievous smile taking over his face.
"That wasn't so hard now was it?"
You cough and desparately wheeze some oxygen back in your lungs, smiling shyly at the pink haired curse. Hiding behind your hands you mumble some incoherent whines and he clicks his tongue. With the tenderest touch, his fingers coil around yours and tug your hands away from your hot, flustered face, "Don't hide from me," he whispers huskily, eyes pinned to your quivering lower lip, fingers webbing into your hair he pulls you into a soft kiss, "My little one,"
Fluffy Sukuna brain rot hoursss 😭❤️
