Rekindled Sukuna x Reader

The Charity Gala

Early Evening of the Charity event

Sukuna's manager, Nanami, arrived on schedule, dressed sharply in a neatly tailored formal suit.

A black leather-bound organizer and tablet were present on the middle console, and the car was immaculate, tidy, and all sorts of professional.

Sukuna opened the back door to the Black Mercedes Maybach Landaulet. You thanked him and lowered yourself in with his assistance.

You felt like royalty for a moment; Sukuna was the perfect gentleman despite his rough attitude. You slid in, the comfortable material pressing against your flesh deliciously. You held in a gasp at the unexpected luxury, the smooth leather wrapping around you.

Sukuna followed in next, his heavy, solid body settling next to yours, you turned slightly to steal a peek.

His knees spread wider apart than yours, taking up the entire seat with his thighs, stretching those expensive pants taut as the fabric hugged his muscled legs. It was an effortless yet masculine and extremely alluring action.

Sukuna was looking ahead, a focused expression on his face. He looked absolutely amazing, leaning back and shifting slightly into a more comfortable position, showing off his hard, toned thighs. Your gaze involuntarily wandered and lingered for an inordinate amount of time. His aura was overpoweringly confident. Your hands twitched; ready to grab, squeeze, and dig into the taut muscles that flexed as you took your time admiring them.

You tried your best not to check him out, as Sukuna didn't need any more of an ego boost.

Your boyfriend turned to glance down at you and a smile spread across his face in an instant. It made you happy to have this affect on him. He seemed extremely proud to have you on his arm, especially during this important day. You made a little squeaking noise that was soft enough that only your companion heard, as you glanced upwards to see his smug smile.

Nanami pulled out and started to drive, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror to observe you both. He adjusted his tie once more, a habitual gesture of maintaining control and order. He waited a few moments before he opened his mouth.

"Today is quite important," he stated.

"No shit," Sukuna retorted.

Nanami shot Sukuna a frustrated, disapproving look before speaking again.

"Make sure you are on your best behavior and don't lose your temper. We can't do another fight. This will ruin your reputation and possibly bring up an issue with the owners or sponsors. You may even get cut from the team. Do you understand?" The blonde added sternly.

"Fuck, I heard you," Sukuna snarled back and his manager shook his head.

Nanami's blue eyes burned fiercely through the rearview mirror, his jaw tightening slightly as he addressed Sukuna. "I mean it Sukuna. We cannot afford any unnecessary drama." His voice had taken on a serious edge. The man meant business, and even you found his stern no-nonsense attitude intimidating. "No funny business or anything that could end up in another scandal. Just act appropriately and keep it classy."

"I know, it's the charity gala not some frat party, fucking hell." Sukuna grumbled, shooting a quick glare at Nanami. His red eyes narrowed in frustration. "Got it. Whatever." he mumbled under his breath. "For fuck's sake, relax already."
He leaned his head back with an audible thud. "You sure love reminding me I fucked up."

A groan followed soon after, he had no desire or patience to listen to his manager's lecture. Sukuna reached out and his warm palm sought your knee out instinctively, rubbing your lower thigh and gently gripping it in an affectionate squeeze. You jerked slightly, surprised by the sudden touch, heat shooting straight down between your legs to the sensitive spot between your thighs. You stilled, holding back the need to shiver. You swore his touch was electric.