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When you find the staircase it is cold metal on your bare feet. Sukuna is inches behind you as you climb, so close you can feel his hot breath on the back of your thighs. Part of you wishes he would just turn a light on so you don’t have to worry about slipping on a step or tripping when you reach the top. The other part is thrilled by the uncertainty of the blackness around you, a swooping feeling like butterflies in your stomach.
Once you reach the summit he’s on you, arms around your waist and your legs, swinging your body over his shoulder with ease. The sudden movement knocking your feet from underneath forces you to let out a short scream, surprised and powerless in his grip. He laughs out loud and strikes the underside of your rear with a swift hand to elicit another small cry.
“That’s enough, missy,” he chides while he walks down another hall toward what must inevitably be a bedroom. With sharp nails, he pinches the flesh of your thigh in an attempt to draw another sound from you.
“hngh…”
“You’re strong, aren’t you? No need to complain, I’m going to reward you for being such a good whore.”
Your face flushes at his words. There’s no denying that you begged for this and walked right into his lair. Whatever he wants to do with you, it’s going to happen and you’re going to fulfill your new title.
The sound of a door opening shakes you from your internal dialogue. The bedroom is surprisingly well-lit due to a skylight in the ceiling and one wall made from windows.
Sukuna tosses you onto the bed where you land with a yelp. The white duvet fluffs around your limbs like a cloud. You scramble to sit up and try to take in the surroundings.
The room is surprisingly plain, two large mirrors on either side of the door that you just entered through. It appears that there’s a closet and an entryway that probably leads to a bathroom. A plain black bedside table and a lamp are the only other items visible. In the center of it all at the foot of the mattress, Sukuna has pulled his cock out again and strokes it leisurely. His head is tipped back, vision fixed on the ceiling.
“The moon is shining down on us…,” he says cryptically before turning his eyes back on you.
“…I want to see everything,” he finishes, pointedly looking at your bra. Quick to obey, your arms bend to undo the tiny clasp at the back and the fabric falls away, revealing pierced nipples. Feeling confident, you toss the bralette aside and lean back onto your elbows, displaying yourself to him. Sukuna bites his lip.
“Like it?” You ask sweetly, opening your knees so the silver light hits your glistening pussy.
“Very much,” he says, voice gravelly. “Now come here, lay down. On your back.”
Sukuna directs you to the edge of the bed where you orient yourself to his specifications. With strong fingers gripped under your armpit, he drags you closer so that your head hangs off the edge, hair falling in a curtain against the bed frame. He pushes his jeans and black underwear down past his knees.
One hand is still wrapped around his length, thumb swiping the head with every roll of his wrist. Now with it so close to your face, you can take in the reality of his size; there is a vague feeling of impending doom thinking about it sliding down your throat. It looks heavy, thick, and there’s a swell under the tip decorated with a huge vein. Two of his signature black bands are tattooed near the base — surely to gauge how deep he can reach inside someone. Inside you.
His free hand travels down your chest to stroke at the skin between your breasts. You’re thinking about how he was looking for your heartbeat earlier and suspect he’s doing the same right now.
“Just relax,” he purrs, pressing the reddened cockhead against your mouth. The precum slides around on your lower lip and you open up, vision becoming dark again as he settles over you.
There’s nothing to be done while he gets comfortable in your mouth. His penis causes your jaw to stretch and mold to his shape – the girth takes a moment of adjustment before he moves again and you can’t do anything except take it in. Before long, somehow he’s sliding further, his hands fixed on your breasts while he slowly shifts forward and back. You put your own fingers on his hips, just in case you have to claw him off of you.
“Show me…,” he groans huskily.
The expanse of his palms pull your knees up your body and apart. Though you’re compromised in a darkness that involves his balls rubbing against your nose, you can imagine the likeness before Sukuna’s eyes.
Your tattooed body laid before him; hips tipped upward with your legs held in place by him, your piercings and your cunt glittering daintily in the moonlight. When he thrusts down your neck and you gag, you briefly think, He’s in quite the privileged position at this moment.
Even so, you’re eager to please and you force your throat to loosen. The musk of his sack rubbing your face is intoxicating. You slide your fingers around his body to grip at the muscle of his ass and gently push him deeper.
“That’s right,” Sukuna eggs you on and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Take it in... You’re so close, baby. Just another couple inches.”
Tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you hope he can feel the wetness on his balls.
You’re shaking a little when he finally decides he can’t move forward anymore and you swallow heartily more than twice. The moan that rumbles in Sukuna’s chest is rewarding. Now lubed up with plenty of saliva, he starts thrusting in and out using a steady rhythm. One of his hands snakes up the column of your neck to brush his thumb against the lump created by the end of his dick. The two of you happen to shudder in unison, goosebumps prickling your arms and your nipples hardening further.
Just as you were about to appreciate how gentle he’s been so far, he shifts and his movements start to hit deeper and harder. You moan when he presses his fingers against the area under your jaw once more, and it almost feels like he’s getting even harder in your mouth.
“Mm-mm,” is all you can manage, and with a meaningful squeeze to his ass, he pulls out of you so you can catch your breath. Sukuna looks down at you, hand still caressing the side of your neck.
“You’re huge,” you manage to choke out. The blood rushing in your temples is making you lightheaded.
Sukuna rips his hands off your chest and your throat, moving them to your inner thighs and gripping tight. Tilting your opening toward himself, bending you at the waist, he spits on your pussy. He quickly slips two fingers in and they curl toward your stomach, effectively hooking you into place. Since you didn’t see it coming, it causes you to jolt and give a shaky wail.
“Just a little longer, okay?” Sukuna pleads, and without any confirmation, he slams back into your open mouth. Thankfully, now you know what to expect with him pistoning down your throat, but his fingers….
The way he’s twisting them into you feels divine, and he doesn’t bother to work up from a slower pace. The speed that he’s utilizing is exactly what you want right now, and you can only shout around his girth, the sound muted and gurgling.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Sukuna says as he adds another digit down your hole, stretching you out at first. Then, he just… gives it to you. One hand holds your hips in place while the others’ fingers pump in and out of you vigorously. You moan loudly and tears spill out of your eyes, your nails clawing at his skin in an effort to stay grounded.
The assault of his cock on the back of your throat is almost forgotten with how good his hand feels. The way your jaw falls open with your exclamations allows him greater purchase down the pink cave of your neck. It’s painful, but you’ve never backed down from a challenge. Getting your kneecap tattooed was leagues worse than this.
Instead of pulling him off, you messily slurp at his length again, twisting your head and your tongue the best that you can in this position. If he’s trying to reward you for your efforts, it becomes obvious with how his fingers start to stroke at the most sensitive spot — the notion of how he managed to find it so easily makes you hot all over. The sounds you can hear are downright sloppy, the wetness between your legs squelching with every persistent dive of Sukuna’s thick fingers.
“You’re my cute little cocksleeve, aren’t you? …gonna make all your holes memorize my shape—“
Somehow he knows just what to say to get you even wetter. You want to tell him you’re about to cum, but what if he stops? It might be best to keep it to yourself for now… but Sukuna’s experience allows him to notice the telltale shaking of your legs.
“Not yet.”
He ceases the ministrations and pulls away from your folds. Frustrated, you push at his hips and shove him out of your mouth. The strand of spit that connects you snaps and lands across your nose.
“Gah… haha… come the fuck on—“ you groan, voice raspy from Sukuna using you.
He uses his wet cock to slap your cheek once, twice… three times. A fourth time for good measure, harder than the others.
“Seriously?”
“Tsk, so sassy. That’s why you need a dick in your mouth to shut you up.”
Sukuna’s hand scoops behind your head and grabs a fistful of your hair. He’s able to easily maneuver you this way, pulling you back into a sitting position on the bed. It doesn’t hurt much – not enough for you to give him the satisfaction of making any noise.
After shaking off his pant legs and boxers, he leans a knee on the edge of the bed, coming in close. The grip on your scalp tightens up and you wince. Sukuna’s ruby irises scan your face, taking in the make-up smudged around your eyes and spit smeared all over your jaw. His stare bores into you and his other hand suddenly goes back to your heat, twitching his fingers to draw a sound from you. As expected, you unleash a heavy sigh.
“Pretty girl… You’re not going to complain, you’re going to beg to cum.”
He pins you flat against the bed by your hair and fingers you more, merciless in the onslaught and irregular in tempo to ensure that you don’t reach your peak again so easily. You let out some short screams and Sukuna is nodding along, encouraging. His body is massive above, caging you, and you reminisce about all the other times today — only today, you hardly believe it – that you’ve been in similar positions. A delirious smile cracks your face, halting your noises.
“What’s so funny, missy?” He asks, curling his fingers to press against your g-spot. You shiver and moan before you can gather yourself to respond.
“J-Just thinking about ha– how… you had so many opportunities to pin me down today…,” your voice is still raw and crackling. “...I was so scared of you like, ten hours ago…”
“I’m a gentleman,” Sukuna jokes. “And you’re a cock-hungry slut.”
With that, he’s pistoning his fingers again, stretching you wide and holding you in place with his fist in your hair. Your whimpering gives way to shouting and within a minute, you’re fulfilling the requirements of begging for your release.
“Sukuna – please, please, please…”
“What is it you want?”
“I want – to cum. Please. I– Sukuna, please let me…”
He laughs again, the sound deep and reverberating in the empty room.
“That’s good. Polite girls get to cum.”
Suddenly, he releases your locks and bends, dipping down to your core. He uses that freed hand to raise you up by the waist and settles his mouth onto your clit while his fingers continue to work you. The tongue piercing hits you rapidly, just right, over and over, and he’s very deliberate with the three fingers pushing inside of you. The pressure builds in you until it feels like a dam about to burst.
“I’m gonna cum! Please, don’t stop, I’ll–”
Fisting the sheet, you keen and your body shakes, gushing all over Sukuna’s face and chest. His mouth rides it out, tonguing at you while the orgasm hits violently at first. It’s almost amazing how long it lasts before the peak begins to even out. The waves of pleasure wash over you, making your limbs quake.
He pulls back, panting, the wetness spattered on your crotch, your inner thighs, and all over his upper half. It’s just a little embarrassing; you’ve never cum like that for anyone.
This is going to be a problem.
“Th…Thank you,” you sigh, still polite, and throwing an arm over your face to hide your shame.
“No hiding,” Sukuna chides, pulling your protective limb off of you. “Now you’re going to make me feel good.”
The tiredness is already creeping into you after that, but you find the energy to open your legs and wrap them around his waist.
“Yeah… wonder what it’ll feel like… in me…,” you drawl, voice slurred from the come-down. A single lazy roll of your hips has the tip of his penis slipping against the crack of your ass and your slit.
“Such a good little whore…,” with a groan, Sukuna settles his cock against your slick opening. No more lubrication needed, he pushes it in slowly. He’s eager to feel your tightness wrapped around his dick instead of just his fingers. As much effort as he put in to stretch you out, you’re still so tight. He urges you again to relax as he slides in deeper. He shifts and readjusts your hips, holding your thighs against him while he leans back to watch it going in.
Halfway is when you start to cry out, breath heaving from your open mouth. He spits at the connection, and your own fingers go to the spot to spread it around and bump against your clit. You can’t help but clench again at the pleasure and Sukuna hisses.
“Fuckingchrist you’re not a virgin, are you?”
All you can do is shake your head.
“Then relax and take it, slut.”
With that, he unceremoniously rams it in, pleased to see that he’s filled you up to his tattoo. Your back arches and you squeal pathetically. The stretch is delightful, but the way it hits the back of your walls is going to take a moment of getting used to.
“S-slow… please,” you ask nicely, your palms going to cling to his chest. They look tiny next to the black markings all across his chest and shoulders.
He moves, slow like you requested, and you shudder with delight. Your sensitive clit rubs against a huge vein as he moves in and out, and the desire that washes over you starts to make everything easier. Sukuna’s rough hands move to your upper torso and every finger slots between the spaces of your rib cage. He’s pressing down, holding you in place while he speeds up.
The pressure is amazing, and he uses his quads to bend you at the waist, gaining the ideal angle where he can thrust down into you over and over. With your calves clinging around him, Sukuna grunts and digs his nails into your sides, determined to stay locked inside of you.
“Hey–” he starts, looking down at you with sweat beading on his brow. “I want you to choke me.”
“Hunh?” You mumble, not fully understanding him. You’re focusing on the delicious, massive cock filling you, pulsing with heat and making you whole.
Sukuna huffs, frustrated by your hazy response, and decides to shock you back to attention. He lifts you up, pressing your ribs tight between his palms. He spins and slams you against the windows. The air knocks from your lungs, but you let out a satisfied whimper.
“Choke. Me.” He demands, his face an inch from yours while he presses you tight against the cold glass. His palms slide down to your butt and the top of your thighs, holding you in place while he readjusts to shove up into you.
Resting on his shoulders, your hands are already so close to the muscles of the neck, so all you have to do is slide them into place and push down. He closes his eyes to relish the sensation of your smaller fingers wrapped around his throat.
“Harder, baby–”
You’re gasping as he effortlessly maneuvers you up and down his length, the movements shallow. Even so, you manage to squeeze your palms fixed to his jugular, your thumbs under his Adam's apple. Should I press on the front or the sides, I can't remember– You’re unsure, but you just bring your hands in tighter, trying to make your fingers touch. Sukuna is groaning with his eyes closed, his thrusts slowing down, causing you to shudder. Your arms go straight in your efforts to choke him out, watching his face closely for any sign to stop. He’s leaning back when his eyes flutter open again and he’s looking back at the spot where your bodies meet – where your cunt keeps pulling him in even when he ceases movement.
His red gaze rolls up to your face and he smiles wickedly, tongue slipping out to curl around his lip. That’s when he squeezes your ass twice, and you assume it means that he wants you to lay off. You let go, hands coming to rest on his trapezius.
Sukuna breathes in shakily and sighs before letting out a rumbling chuckle.
“That was good, but more on the sides next time, okay?” You nod.
“You’re going to do it once more.”
With that, Sukuna takes you back to the bed, not allowing you to slip off his dick while he sits down, settling you on top. You’re moaning at the stretch and the way he shifts around, kissing at your chest, your shoulders. He leans back onto the sheets, hands resting on the curve of your hips to hold you in place. Sukuna braces his legs, pulls out slowly, and slams up into you, forcing a shout from your throat. Your back curves, breasts falling forward. He’s using his grip to bounce your ass down when he thrusts up, sheathing himself fully and totally in control.
You didn’t think that it could get any better after that earlier orgasm, but the way his cock slides through you rapidly, hitting your cervix again at just the right angle, you can hardly hold yourself up. Sukuna’s mouth latches onto one of your pierced nipples and he saws at it with his teeth, sending waves of pain and pleasure rippling through you. Tears leak from your eyes while you’re moaning wantonly and he pummels you harder, the wet slapping of your nether-regions echoing in the room. Your shaky hands cling to his upper biceps while he tongues your piercing, staring up at you with something almost like reverence.
“Sukuna — please, I’m going to cum again —”
With a wet pop, he releases your breast and the nipple slides around on his cheek.
“Just like that, huh?”
“Yes… yes…,” you could actually cry with the way the pleasure is overtaking you.
“Alright, get your hands on my neck,” he orders, leaning back into the sheets.
You’re trembling, but you manage to straighten up and push your hands against the muscles of his throat again. Putting your weight into it, you’re rewarded with the quickness of his cock stirring your insides. A softer, drawn-out orgasm swims up your spine and you subconsciously dig your fingernails into his neck while you’re sighing and quivering.
“Ahhh…”
“F…Fuck–” Sukuna chokes out, eyes rolling back in his head and the movements of his hips stuttering out. You can feel the thighs beneath you quaking and he lifts you just enough, pulling you up until the cockhead slides out and hits his stomach with a moist slap. You release a sad-sounding whine, the clenching in your core seeking his girth.
“Okay-“ he rasps, squeezing your rear again, relenting. Your hands slide to his chest, fingers splayed over the round muscles of his pecs. He sucks in a breath and moans gratuitously.
Boldness reappears in you after being on top, so you manage to tease him, just a little. Gingerly, you slide your wet pussy down his shaft. It twitches once, the bounce drawing your eye for a moment.
”Did you nearly cum?” You ask, looking back at him through your lashes with a tiny crinkle between your eyebrows.
He glares in response, but he can’t hide the smile that works its way onto his lips. It must have something to do with the way his neck is blooming pretty pink welts next to the black lines of his tattoos.
Sukuna shoves you off, flipping you on your back. Landing in the sheets, you offer up a tiny giggle. He straddles you, taking back his position on top and pins down your arms.
“I want it, Ryomen Sukuna… I want your cum all over me,” you say softly. “Please.”
“Hmm, you’re cute,” he responds plainly. His palm moves from your arm to your hip where his thumb finds the small cut from earlier. The blood has started to coagulate so it’s slightly sticky. You were close to forgetting about it but now you tense, thinking he’s going to press at it again and reopen the wound.
…but I’ve been so good!
“It’s alright, sweetheart, I won’t hurt you now,” he reassures you, no doubt having felt your reaction or seen the panic flash over your face. The new pet names are also appreciated; you’re elated knowing that you’ve graduated from whore to sweetheart.
“You think it’s gonna scar?” You ask sweetly while your freed hand goes to squeeze one of your breasts. “It would be really hot if it left a little mark,” you sigh. Sukuna looks at you appreciatively.
“Yeah, that would be perfect… then all your other worthless dance partners will know what’s mine.”
The jealousy is undeniably sexy and you realize there’s no coming back from this new social binding. Though you’ve both been intoxicated and maybe not yourselves tonight, the memory will persist.
You open your legs for him again and he lines up with your entrance. Hands to his base, he guides in the length and you shiver at the sensation. Sukuna’s push forward is leisurely, seeming to be considerate of your already punished hole. When he is nearly sheathed, he slowly slides back until the swell at the end is stretching you out. It appears that he enjoys watching, slowly entering, pulling out a few more times.
“So good…,” you whine, breath getting heavier.
He chuckles, a low and rumbling sound. “You like it like that, huh? Getting all stretched open…”
His hand stays there for a moment to prod at your sensitive clit, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves through your abdomen. A small whimper passes through your gritted teeth.
“Here, lemme–” Sukuna mutters to himself, maneuvering your leg straight up against his body so your ankle lines up with his neck. Following his lead, you put your other leg parallel. He holds your calves up against his chest and you can feel the layer of sweat on his skin.
“Keep playing with your tits,” he insists, the pace of his throbbing member quickening. Obedient still, both of your hands go to knead at your soft flesh, fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples, the silver in them flashing.
“Sexy…Can you do it – hnn – like this? Choke me…,”
“With my ankles?”
“Mhmm,” Sukuna nods, lower lip pinched in. You’re kind of shocked at how desperate he is to halt his breathing, but it intrigues you.
He helps you to place your feet around the back of his head just how he wants them and presses on the jutting bones of your joints to indicate how you should apply the pressure.
One of Sukuna’s strong forearms wraps across your legs, holding them against his torso. The other hand grabs the fat of your hip, finger hovering close to the knife wound again. He keeps you steady while he slams in over and over, noises beginning to pour from you.
“Fuck– yeah, Sukuna, harder…”
The encouragement has him increasing his thrusts, pounding deep inside. He leans over you more, pressing your legs back, stretching you and gaining more depth. You’re crying out, doing your best to keep those ankles in a vice around Sukuna’s neck, knees knocking together.
When you look up at Sukuna he seems almost feral; lids heavy over his glazed eyes, mouth open to release strangled exhales, red in his cheeks and sweat dripping over his face tattoos.
With the way he’s hammering down into your core and how he looks right now, it’s enough to make another orgasm overtake you. Your nipples are so hard and sensitive in your palms, they’re tingling through the high. It takes you by surprise and you whip your head to the side, emitting a weak scream. Losing control over your legs, the grip on Sukuna’s throat lets up. He groans as he breathes in, the pace of his hips becoming erratic.
“Sukuna! Sukuna-- Oh my god, oh fuck, oh my goddd—”
There’s a faint throbbing in the depths of your folds, hardly noticeable with the way your body is vibrating. You’re not sure if it’s Sukuna’s dick or your own body sucking him in.
“So hot, baby… shit – I’m gonna cum soon.”
“Hnn… pull out, I–I want it on me,” you manage to mumble, your voice almost lost in the sloshing of your conjoined nether regions. Your hands go to push at his shoulders.
“Fuuck…” Sukuna moans as he straightens, swiftly pulling out and moving one hand to his cock, fucking into the grip. The other hurriedly grabs your foot and places it at the front of his throat. He bears his weight down on it, and you keep the one leg straight while the other falls open, laying bare your gaping entrance.
Sukuna’s cum shoots over your body in an arc, landing on your neck, your chest, and your stomach. He’s grunting loudly, sounding almost enraged while he strokes himself through the orgasm. It feels so empty without him in you now, but the aftershocks have you continuing to mewl and writhe underneath, your insides clenching around nothing. He sighs, moving the arch of your foot from under his chin, hooking your thighs around his waist instead.
As he comes back to earth, a white droplet still connected to his ruddy cockhead, his hands come back to your chest. Using his palms, he spreads his seed across your flesh, sliding it every which way over your body. He massages your tits, tingling nipples slipping through the spaces between his fingers. The slimy new sensation causes you to moan.
You did say that you wanted his cum all over you. It’s a little juvenile, the way he’s sort of playing with it, but you find it cute after everything else he’s done.
When he appears satisfied, he collapses next to you in the bed, staring up at the skylight.
“Mmm, little missy takes it so good…,” he exhales, eyes closing. He’s clearly spent, reveling in what just transpired.
The layer of semen on your torso is beginning to cool down and now it feels gross. After all that, you could fall asleep just like this, but there’s also a nagging aversion to the idea of staying here and cuddling through the night. You roll onto your side, facing him.
“I wanna shower… there’s one over there, right?” You ask, casually as possible.
Sukuna’s eye cracks open, looking at you sideways before sliding shut again.
“Mhmm,” he responds, smiling to himself. You slink off the bed without another word.
+ + + +
When you emerge from the shower wrapped in a towel, Sukuna isn’t there in the bedroom. Your party outfit is folded neatly on the corner of the bed next to another pile of clothes. You unfurl the garments to find a white band tee and black athletic shorts. It appears that Sukuna had the foresight to offer comfier clothes. He did destroy your panties, after all. If he’s going to take you home on that bike again, you wouldn’t want to sit bare-assed.
You step into the shorts and pull the large shirt over your bare breasts. Who doesn’t opt for the guys’ clothes after hooking up, anyway?
With the party attire under your arm, you tip-toe downstairs to tuck them into your purse which you retrieve from the floor in the entryway. You briefly check your phone and the screen lights up to tell you it’s 2 am.
After wandering around the main floor, you finally find Sukuna in the kitchen with a light on. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of dark gray sweatpants.
It’s a little intimidating, having been with him in the dark for so long and now you’re fresh-faced, hair wet from the shower, vulnerable all over again.
Blissfully unaware of your internal dilemma, Sukuna notices your silhouette in the doorway and beckons you with his hand.
“Are you hungry?” He asks, sweeter than you’ve ever seen him. It makes your cheeks hot.
“I don’t usually eat at two in the morning, but…”
You look at the counter to see what he’s offering. On a plate, there’s some cut-up fruit; pineapple, kiwis, banana, strawberries, grapes. There’s even a glass dish of honey next to it with a tiny fork and a cup of water.
“Wow, you’re totally spoiling me,” you say, words catching in your throat. You start to pick at the plate and you realize just how much you needed this. Dipping a strawberry into the honey is the best combination; so good that you might just start to cry.
“Good girls get rewarded for all their hard work,” he says simply, leaning on the counter with his arms crossed, watching you. With slightly watery eyes, you’re determined to not meet his gaze.
After swallowing a chunk of pineapple, you put your chin in your hand, pretending to look lost in thought.
“You know, I did work pretty hard… you’re really into choking, eh?”
He shrugs, unashamed.
“I was in the mood for it tonight. There’s many things that I like.”
There’s a sense that overwhelms you; his experience and capabilities, the confidence…. You start to worry that you’re going to become like a stray dog, following him around for the foreseeable future. Something is urging you to be taken in and trained.
As if he’s reading your mind, he says, “You can stay if you want.”
You turn the idea over in your head. It’s late after all, and you’ve already decided that you’ll have to reschedule your appointment for tomorrow.
Now that you’re both totally sober, there’s a slight awkwardness. You wouldn’t be caught dead pulling the “what are we?” conversation on Ryomen Sukuna after one day and one night.
“We can sleep in separate beds,” he offers, sensing some apprehension.
God, are my expressions that readable?
Your breathing comes easier when you’re allowed to have your own space.
“I’d like that. Take me home in the morning?”
He nods. “Just go back to that room we ruined, okay baby?”
“Alright.”
Sukuna closes the space between you to put his palm on your cheek. His thumb gently runs under your eye where you’re surely blushing.
He gives you a big smile and something about it still looks devilish, like he’s plotting.
“Good night, Sukuna,” you start, ready to be alone with your thoughts. “Thank you for…well, everything.”
“Nighty night,” he purrs, hand falling away and walking out of the kitchen without sparing you a second glance.
You breathe a sigh of relief and work on polishing off the generous offering of fruit. A few minutes later, you take the glass of water to the bedroom, ready to sleep.