face down, ass up "cowgirl!" (click on the link while reading this)
sukuna punishes you for staying out late with your girls at the club after you told him you would be home at a certain time. it's time he gives you a taste of your own medicine.
Not from the weather, not from the city lights pouring through the windows
Ryomen Sukuna lounged against the headboard like he owned the world, one hand gripping your hip while you sat straddling his lap in that tiny club dress that had apparently become the source of all his problems tonight.
"you want to go outside again without texting me back?"
"you know them men and women stare at you. you have a nice ass, pretty ass face and you stayed up until 3 fucking AM?"
"you better ride like a cowgirl on this horse."
you were riding on him, bouncing up and down trying not to cum but he wouldn't let you. but, you decided to take in control since he wants to be a brat himself.
you go faster, wiggling around his 'horse'. you keep going and your letting out loud little whimpers. of course the neighbors heard you guys a lot with MANY complaints.
you moved faster out of pure stubbornness, little whimpers slipping from your lips while your hands gripped sukuna’s shoulders for balance.
“There you go,” he teased with a smug grin. “Knew my cowgirl could listen.”
You rolled your hips harder just to wipe that cocky look off his face, and his grip on your waist tightened instantly.
“Oh?” His voice dropped lower. “Now you wanna act brave?”
The headboard slammed against the wall again, loud enough for an annoyed bang to echo back from the neighbors’ apartment.
You groaned in embarrassment, hiding your face in his shoulder. “They’re gonna complain again…”
Sukuna only laughed softly, dragging a hand up your back.
“Let them.” He tilted your chin up to look at him. “Maybe next time you’ll remember to text me back instead of making me wait all night.”
Your thighs started burning, movements slowing from exhaustion.
next, he picks you up and slam you on the bed face down, ass up.
"okay little brat, you had your fun now time for this horse love,"
he pounds you in HARD, you gasp so hard forgetting how big his dick is. he goes in and out real fast telling you don't cum because your still on punishment. sukuna pulls u up kissing your soft lips while holding your neck.
"im sorry I feel like I have to. please let me cum baby, please please fuck."
all you can think to yourself is how the fuck did you let the time slip. 9x out of 10 you would't be gettin fucked through the sheets filled with cum right now itching to come, you touch yourself to please yourself more..
"did you just fucking cum?"
Sukuna’s grip tightened for a second before he exhaled a sharp laugh against your ear.
“Can’t even follow one order,” he muttered, brushing your hair back as you hid your face against him.
You expected him to tease you harder, but instead he pulled the blankets over both of you, the room still buzzing with heat and exhaustion.
“Next time,” he said quietly, tilting your chin up with a smirk, “you answer your phone.”
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you and sukuna are washing the sheets in the laundry room, he sits a chair down while you sit on him with his big t-shit while he's shirtless with just grey sweatpants.
“you know,” you muttered, leaning back against him, “normal people don’t end their nights in a laundry room.”
sukuna let out a low hum, half amused.
“normal people are boring.”
you glanced up at him. “we’re not exactly subtle.”
that earned a quiet laugh from you, soft enough that it didn’t fully break the calm between you.
for a moment, neither of you said anything. just the steady sound of the washer, the dim overhead light, and sukuna’s hand still resting on you like you weren’t going anywhere.
then he tilted his head slightly, looking down at you.
“you gonna keep ignoring me when you go out?”
his tone was lighter now, but there was still that familiar edge underneath it.
you sighed. “I didn’t ignore you. I just...lost track of time.”
“that’s called ignoring me.”
you rolled your eyes, but there was no real bite to it.
sukuna clicked his tongue, leaning back further in the chair.
“next time,” he said casually, “you answer your phone.”
you nudged his knee lightly. “bossy.”
“and you like it,” he replied without missing a beat.
that made you pause for half a second before you shook your head, trying not to smile too obviously.
his hand squeezed your waist once, firm but calm.
“yeah,” he said, almost to himself. “I know.”
