ever wondered how sukuna does aftercare?
he picks up your clothes from the floor, shaking them out like it’s routine.
“i’ll laundry your clothes, give them back next time, yeah?” he says. then, without even looking at you, adds, “underwear i keep as usual.”
you blink, then scoff weakly. it's the same one as last week. “you’re taking my good panties. the expensive ones i buy.” it’s been a routine. you’re convinced he offers to wash your clothes just so he can take your panties. though you hate to admit that the thought of whatever he does with them makes you wetter than anything else. but of course telling him would be the last thing you'd do.
he snorts, finally glancing over. “to be fair i’m taking the ones you wear when you see me. you know what i think you want me to take the good ones, that’s why you wear them.”
definitelynottruenope.
“what? no way, i’m gonna wear my granny panties next time,” you mutter, crossing your arms, smirking despite yourself.
“hey, that could be a thing. fucking you in those granny panties,” he adds casually.
“ew ryo, you’re gross,” you mutter, rolling your eyes, but a small grin tugs at your lips. "those lousy underwear?"
“baby, we’ve done worse,” he says, stepping closer, fingers brushing over your hips, warm and steady. “you think this is anything compared to last week? i barely even left marks today.”
you huff, leaning lightly into him, letting his hands rest on your hips. “look at me, i look a mess." voice soft, chest still rising and sticky from before.
“yes yes im looking,” he mutters, dragging his fingers slowly over your thighs, checking over the faint marks he left. “pretty, no?"
“sweet talking’s over,” you mutter, voice playful but firm, letting your fingers drift lazily over his arms. “don’t try to charm me now.”
he shrugs but his hands don’t stop moving. instead, they slide a little lower, brushing over the faint marks he left. “alright, fair enough,” he murmurs, “these a little tender?”
“a bit,” you lean into him.
“if i pinch?”
“yea. it stings,” you admit softly.
he presses a thumb gently against the spot he just pinched, feeling your reaction, then leans down and kisses it. soft, warm enough to make you shiver. his lips linger there, brushing and teasing, and you can feel every careful movement of his fingers around your hips and thighs.
"ah i guess i did go a little far today. been a bit more stress lately,” he mutters, hands still roaming lightly over your skin.
you don't reply feeling the drowsiness getting to you, he can also tell you're going to be out soon. you still feel sticky and warm as you let him trace over the faint marks he left behind.
he pauses after, hands still resting lightly on your hips, “so are we showering or are you too tired?”
“im lazy baby,” you mutter, glancing down. “just feel sticky and sleepy."
he hums, nodding like he gets it, and disappears for a second. when he comes back, he’s holding a small towel, damp and warm. “alright, this’ll do,” he says, leaning down to help. his fingers guide the cloth over your shoulders, down your arms, careful but deliberate, wiping away the sweat and stickiness.
“better?” he asks, eyes scanning your face.
“much better.” you murmur, letting your body relax fully against him. “you’re sweet tonight.”
he quirks a brow, smirk tugging at his mouth. “sweet? after those skills you showed earlier? fuck… you deserve this. you're a fucking god riding my shit."
you take it back completely. “you ruined it asshole.” you snap, though there’s a small laugh hidden in your voice.
"i'll shut up," he steps back, towel folded neatly in his hand, giving you a small, lazy grin. “i’m gonna roll one up,” he says, reaching for his pack. before he fully turns, he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then trailing to your lips in a quick, warm brush. “leave me sum space, yeah?” he murmurs against your mouth, then pulls back just enough to let you catch your breath.
“also if you change your mind about the shower, i'll be outside the door," he adds, settling into the quiet comfort of the room with you.
this is an old work of mine.
