listening to sukuna talk during your peak ovulation day, doing your best to follow along with his words. but you just can't, it's too hard to focus on the words...but the way his voice sounds, the way he occasionally growls out certain vowels and syllables.
you don't even notice how your eyes glazed over, the way your eyes were focused on his mouth...and you also didn't notice he caught on, starting to smirk as his works turned to teasing, filthy, mean phrases
"look at you, gone stupid already? tch, sweet thing, you know it's rude to zone out when someone's talking to you."
"you probably don't even know what i'm saying, do you? mm, pretty little thing, letting that smart brain of yours just leak right out of you...it's probably all dripping out that slutty cunt of yours."
"so, so pathetic, baby...thought you came over to spend time with me, not turn into a dumb little bunny from me talking."
"bet she's dripping alllll over that seat your in. mm, if you were actually listening, you would've heard me ask if you wanted to come sit in my lap."
when you do finally snap out of it, you catch one of his sentences and whine so cutely, stuck between needy and embarrassed as you try to hide your face. you're too precious, but he hates being ignored.
"no, no, my sweet girl, you don't get to fuckin' hide now. not after that. c'mere. maybe if your nice 'n' close, saying alll those nasty things in your ear, you'll listen to me this time, hm?"
