#unc!sukuna

[bladebarbie]

you’re always at your bestie Yuji’s talking reckless until unc!Sukuna overhears you calling him fine

unc!Sukuna who closes his tattoo shop early because he’s tired and feels like it, despite piercer!Choso’s protest.

unc!Sukuna who’s already irritated when he finds you and Yuji laughing loud as hell, making a mess in his kitchen, both of you glued to the counter, snacking and joking like you did almost every day for the past 3 months.

unc!Sukuna who freezes halfway up the stairs, because he hears it, something loud and careless “Ugh, I’d literally be so easy for your uncle, he’s so fine—argh!” Yuji gags, tossing a chip at you “Ew!! I don’t want to hear that shit!”followed by you giggling

unc!Sukuna who’s laughs it off in the moment but starts noticing all the little things he didn’t register before like the way you drag his name out when you greet him, “Hi, Ryyyyoo,” or how you hug him and hold on a little too long. Every time you do it, Yuji cringes, but Sukuna hadn’t realized how intentional it all felt… and how much it did to him.

unc!Sukuna who knows damn well you’re younger. Knows you’re his nephew’s best friend. Knows it’d be fucked up to entertain it even though he badly wants to

Still doesn’t stop the way his eyes follow you now.

unc!Sukuna who catches you by the door one night, slipping your shoes on while Yuji was still on the game upstairs. “You heading out?” he asks, casual. You nod a bit too quick “come on, I’ll drop you off” he says.

unc!Sukuna who, at the red light, can’t ignore how tense you are all of a sudden "you're always so shy 'round me" he finally says, catching your attention “Which is funny…‘cause it don’t line up with the crazy shit you say about me"

He glances over just in time to watch you short-circuit,lips parting like you’re about to lie and realizing you can’t. He lets out a low chuckle.

“You shouldn’t joke like that if you don’t mean it, sweetheart” he says lightly, like he’s giving you an easy way out. He expects–hopes even–that you’d laugh and brush it off, but you don’t. You just look at him, then away, quiet in a way that tells him everything “Oh,” he exhales.

unc!Sukuna who refuses to let you walk away thinking it was one-sided, getting embarrassed and never showing up at the house again. He can’t let that happen.

unc!Sukuna with you on top of him in the backseat, knees planted, hands braced on his broad shoulders like you’re trying to ground yourself. His big, rough hands roam body as if he’s trying to remember it before they settle on your hips.

He looks up at you, eyes low “How long you been thinking about this?” he asks,genuine curiosity mixed in his teasing as he kisses up your collarbone, wet, slow kisses that have you dripping.

You don’t answer–you can’t, not with the way his hard on is pressing against your clit and you can’t help it, you roll your hips just enough to make his grip tighten and startle even him.

He exhales through his nose, a quiet laugh “That long uh” he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in to kiss, lips pressing against yours, parting them to slip his tongue against yours, his hand wrapping around your neck, guiding you closer.

Your hands roam over his chest, fingers pressing into him, breath uneven. Sukuna tilts his head, deepening the kiss, slow yet hungry “Hmm…” he murmurs against your mouth, voice low, thick “Tell me… how you want me”

unc!Sukuna who knows this is by far the worst for both of you, but especially him. There’s no turning back, no pretending it didn’t happen… not that he would’ve wanted to.