Rekindled Sukuna x Reader

Morning Tensions

The morning of the Black Bird Modeling Studio Interview

Sukuna sat at the end of the bed, frowning as you gathered your hair into a neat ponytail, curling the ends. Meeting his eyes in the mirror, you sighed, hiding your irritation and deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Seeing Sukuna's sullen look made you melt. Unable to resist, you walked over and hugged him, nearly forgiving his earlier irritating behavior.

"Hey, don't worry, I promise I won't become a stripper," you joked, hoping to ease his nerves and see his familiar smirk.

He rolled his eyes, breathing out an exasperated chuckle, covering his face with his hand, making you giggle.

"But really, what's gotten into you?" you asked, pulling his hand away.

He sighed deeply, his eyes softening as he stared at the ceiling. "There's a few reasons."

You nodded, letting out a deep breath. You knew that was all he wanted to share, even though you wished for more clarity.

"It's okay if you don't want to explain. Just know I'm here for you," you said softly, squeezing his hand. "But, I'm still going today," you added, determination lacing your voice.

He hung his head, his gaze dropping to the floor.

"Alright," he sighed, his voice tinged with disappointment.

"Nobara said she would drop me off—" you started, but he snapped his head up.

"No. I'll take you,"he said firmly, his eyes locking onto yours. "I just have a bad feeling about today. I'll get ready and we'll head out."Surprised, your jaw dropped momentarily, but you quickly shut it, choosing not to cause more friction before your modeling interview.

"Okay," you sighed. He was likely being dramatic because he didn't want you to go.

This seemed to reassure him. A long sigh left his nose, and he murmured a quiet "okay." You brought your hand to rubbed his tense and bulky shoulders then threaded your fingers through his thick, soft pink hair.

"Are you still worried?"

"I'm not...worried..."

"Hm, you sure?" you teased, pinching him playfully.

A slight smile crept onto his face, breaking through his serious demeanor.

Fuckin' woman...' he shook his head, a shy smile breaking through his serious demeanor.

"Quit being mean." You watched as he leaned into the sensation, like a large puppy. Squeezing and releasing his toned body, you felt the playfulness return, easing the tension between you.

"Eek." You squeak, engrossed in your thoughts and hadn't noticed his hand slip around, pinching and flicking your inner thigh. His thumb grazed the edge of the slit of your panties.

"It's been a week since I've played with your tight little kitty." His thick finger pulled down the flimsy lace, touching you and feeling around.

You paused for a second, allowing the shiver of arousal to course through you before shaking your head and clearing your throat.

"Heeyy. Mhmm. Noo...We gotta get ready," you tried to hold back a giggle, looking up at his eyes, a suggestive gaze twinkling in his. He let out a dry chuckle as you swatted his wandering hands.

He was relieved to see you grin and giggle again, your laughter lightening the mood.

"It has been a while. But..." You put an arm against his shoulder. "After my thing, today." You placed a finger under his chin. You leaned your chest onto him and whispered in his ear. "I'll let you fuck me however you want and wherever you please," you emphasized, in a lustful, purring manner.