tease
lion king could even make a thug cry! — series mlist
sukuna didn’t know whether he could die happy in this moment or convulse from pure irritation.
on one hand, it was hilarious watching the kids absolutely bawl over mufasa dying by scar. even toji, the grown, terrifying brute of a man, had tears in his eyes.
but that also meant you were blubbering as well.
which meant he was now trapped.
your entire body was draped over him, clinging like a koala, tiny sniffles muffled into his shoulder as you hugged his arm to your chest like it was a lifeline.
“his poor cubs,” you whimpered, voice wobbling. “what are they gonna do without their dad?”
you sniffled loudly, wiping your nose with zero dignity. sukuna glanced down at you from the corner of his eye… only to realize you weren’t even watching the movie anymore.
you were watching your son.
said boy sat completely unbothered, blinking at the screen between megumi, who looked mildly sad in his usual quiet stoic way, and a full-on snot-faced, hiccuping yuuji.
sukuna stared at him, then back at you. so that’s what this is about.
“…you’re really crying over a kids’ cartoon?”
“it’s sad!”
“get off of me.”
“no!” you sniffled harder, clutching him tighter. “comfort me!”
how did he even end up in these situations with you?
actually no. that was a lie. he knew exactly how.
he’d dropped yuuji off earlier for his first sleepover with junpei. toji showed up not long after with megumi. normal.
what wasn’t normal was how, three hours later, both men were still lingering more like stalling in your living room like they were waiting for something.
you clocked it immediately. they were nervous.
“wow,” you said slowly, setting a bowl of gummy bears down. “it’s almost like… kuna and toji wanna stay for the sleepover too.”
“really?!” yuuji gasped.
he immediately shoved candy into his mouth before he could get louder, but that didn’t stop him from sprinting over and slamming into sukuna’s chest.
“will you uncle kuna?!” he asked, except it came out completely butchered through sugar his full cheeks of sweets and his already slurry toddler speak.
you just laughed, nodding. “if they want to.”
so now they were here.
crammed into your living room in borrowed sweaters you gave that absolutely did not fit, both men having long since given up and just sitting around in their shirts.
toji had claimed the middle of the couch, legs spread, arms thrown across the back like he owned the place. snacks were piled on him like some kind of human coffee table while the boys crowded around completely lost in the movie.
and sukuna?
thanks to one very annoying wink and a “go get ‘em, tiger” from toji, he’d been shoved into the single lazy boy across the room.
which would’ve been fine if he were a normal-sized person.
but no. instead, the chair suddenly became microscopic the moment he sat down and somehow you decided the solution was to just… drape yourself over him.
not that you seemed bothered. as far as he could tell, you had no qualms about this particular predicament.
your leg was thrown over his, your weight fully pressed into him, cutting off circulation in at least one of his limbs as you rewatched a movie you definitely had watched a million times at this point.
you weren’t moving.
so, fine.
he might was well get comfortable. he leaned back, spreading out even more (if that’s possible??) on the same chair, leaving you to cling further on him.
his trapped hand shifted slightly, brushing absentmindedly along your thigh, trailing up in soft, light, unrecognizable touches. innocently obviously and light. until it wasn’t.
his hand settled properly this time, fingers splaying against your inner thigh with a firm squeeze.
your reaction was immediate, attention snapped away from the movie, eyes lifting to meet his. your thighs squeezed around him, eyes no longer on the movie, now fixated on his stoic face that watched you with gleaming eyes.
you huffed softly, like you were annoyed, but not really, then leaned in to press a quick kiss against his shoulder before curling closer.
like you had no idea what you were doing to him.
right, but he highly doubted that.
the ending credits flashed across your face, as you still didn’t let go of him, just sniffling lightly here and there as if you didn’t know how the movie went.
you did let go though, to catch a falling yuuji as he drooled from his very bent position on toji’s lap.
said man who wasn’t much better, the large log in the pile of bodies on the couch, slumped back with his head at an awkward angle as he snored, chest rising and falling in uneven motions.
“you think he’s comfortable?”, you whispered cuddling yuuji who bustled in your warmth as you tried not to trip over toji’s extended leg.
“sounds like it.” sukuna grunted as he somehow plucked the other two boys from toji’s grip, without waking anyone up with how rough he was.
he followed your lead down to junpei’s room where a mess of blankets stuffed animals and other tiny toys laid on a bed way too large for him.
“set them down here.”you said softly dropping yuuji, in the middle of the large bed. looking back to see sukuna doing the same before he paused observing the bed once again.
“it’s for all his stuffies,” you mumbled with a soft smile, “i can’t always sleep with him, so they keep him company.”
you shut the door behind you softly, turning only to bump into sukuna’s hard chest as he peered down at you.
his rough hand, came up brushing the drying tears on your cheeks as he looked at you in a murderous softness only he could muster.
“such a tough woman,” he started, hand smoothing over your cheeks to land at your jaw, “crying over the lion king.”
“it’s an emotional movie.” you rebutted, your lips landing in a cute pout as you looked up at him through your lashes. “thank you, ryoumen.”
“for what?”
“you know what.” you said blinking at him, your hands pressing on his hard chest as you stepped on the tips of your toes to land a kiss right at the side of his lips.
“night, uncle kuna.”
yorikae
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