minors dni guys this my first smut so PLS be easy i’ll die
You’ve learned that Ryomen cooks in silence.
Not because he doesn’t like talking.
Because chopping garlic, turning the heat down at exactly the right second, tasting the sauce, adding spices he can barely pronounce, all of it asks for a different part of him than a boardroom does. It just settles him.
You hop onto the kitchen counter behind him, one knee tucked under the other, swinging your socked foot against the cabinet while music drifts quietly from the speaker on the windowsill. Some old rock song he likes. One you’ve heard enough to hum without realizing.
He’s got his back to you.
Hair still damp from his shower.
You watch him stir the pan for a minute before you start talking.
“I think this guy at work is in love with me.”
“He keeps bringing my paperwork to my desk.”
“And he’s literally above me.”
A slow stir of the spoon.
“He’s, like, management.”
“Promotion by association.”
You throw a dish towel at the back of his head. It lands on the counter next to him and he simply throws it over his shoulder.
He hums like he’s considering that but you know he’s not.
“No, because he’s weird about it.”
You lean back on your hands.
“He knows my coffee order.”
“He remembered my dog’s birthday.”
“There it is,” you point triumphantly. “See? Weird.”
Sukuna glances over his shoulder.
“You tell him your dog’s birthday?”
“You mention everything.”
He scoffs softly ignoring you completely while he scoops up a little of the sauce with a small piece of chicken, then finally turns and comes over so he’s standing just short of between your knees.
You look at the wooden spoon in front of you then back up at him.
“You think feeding me fixes everything?”
He holds the spoon closer.
“But you’ll stop talking long enough to eat.”
You sigh dramatically but lean forward, letting him offer you a taste from the spoon.
You huff around the bite, chewing with exaggerated annoyance.
Then, with your mouth still full, you continue,
“Andanotherthingyou’renotlistening—”
“…Don’t talk with food in your mouth.”
He gives you the flattest look you’ve ever seen then with a sigh only he could muster, he reaches up with his thumb and gently wipes the corner of your mouth.
His thumb catches another little spot.
“And there, like a toddler.”
“Ha ha but anyway I was like…”
He turns briefly, sets the spoon on the stove, turns the burner down then comes back this time though he doesn’t stop at arm’s length he steps fully between your knees one hand settles lightly against your hip the other braces on the counter beside you.
His voice is almost unnervingly calm.
Your eyebrow lifts just enough to show your distrust.
You squint suspiciously but carry on anyway.
His eyes travel down to your wrist as he takes it and turns it over in his hand and presses a soft kiss against the inside.
Another kiss this one against your shoulder after he brushes your hair aside.
“You literally said you were listening.”
Your face drops in an almost comical frown while you try to stay annoyed looking which is getting to be very challenging.
“Sarah told him to stop bei-”
His fingers slide your tank strap down and his lips brush the space between your shoulder and your neck.
Warm, unhurried, giving the smallest sharp bite.
Like he really is listening.
“…Stop being weird but he played totally dumb like he didn’t get it-”
“You cannot keep doing that.”
“I’m listening to you baby.”
“Fine…But he still totally crept around my desk all day after when she would walk awa-”
You lose it when his mouth finds the corner of yours.
Not quite a kiss but just enough so that your words fall apart.
“I’ve been called worse.”
Then finally he kisses you properly.
Slow and warm but growing more as his other hand meets the other side of your waist both now holding you tight enough to leave red prints, his breath picking up faster by the second. He presses himself even further into you to the point it's almost dizzying grinding you into him ever so slightly.
Finally you put both palms against the center of his chest and push so he’s a little short of arms length from you.
He leans in anyway but you push lightly against his chest.
He breathes out through his nose like he’s trying very hard to behave, closing his eyes, head slightly lowered as he does his best to compose himself.
You study him for a second.
From his messy pink hair.
Down the sharp line of his cheekbones.
To the tattoos disappearing beneath the sleeve of his shirt.
You wait until he opens one eye, his breath finally starting to settle.
He exhales another quiet sigh.
“You don’t even know what Daniel did.”
You smile despite yourself and let your hands soften against his chest.
“You can come back now,” you mumble.
He just closes the last inch between you, rather this time coming down onto his knees slowly in front of you, hiking both knees up over either shoulder, one hand tracing the length of your calf while the other holds your ankle planting kisses from your heel up and onto the top of your foot.
“What’s up with you today?”
“Just missed you is all.”
He doesn't spare you a glance as he moves his kisses up your ankle to your calf planting some open mouthed ones to your thigh with the occasional nip that makes you thread into his hair with one hand fingers raking through the reminisce of his undercut.
His eyes flick up at you as one hand grabs the hem of your shorts while his other delivers a quick swat to your thigh before grabbing the other side of your shorts tugging slightly, you shift your hips up letting him pull the shorts all the way down, your legs briefly leaving his shoulders before he tosses the shorts to the side bringing your legs back down sliding your body forward so your cunt was directly in his face now.
You grip the counter white knuckled mentally praising yourself for skipping underwear today while he reverently places kisses from your entrance to your clit, each kiss pressing slightly harder than the last, his strong arms sliding to wrap around your thighs holding them down against his shoulders stopping any twitching or movement.
“Thought about this all day.”
He breathes out almost to himself placing an open mouthed kiss to your clit that makes you move one hand from the counter back to his hair shifting your hips to grind against his face. That has him groaning lowly now opting to suck on the bud in harsh pulses sucking a little harder when your breath shudders or you let a shaky moan out.
He keeps sucking in pulses, increasing slurping filling the kitchen starting to overtake the soft rock in the back, his one arm leaves your thigh and his fingers dance up and down your entrance gathering any slick and dripping spit, his pointer finger prodding in half way then back out in a way that has you shifting your hips for more.
“More, please-nghh-please do more.”
“Just lemme have this— I need you. Say it. Say I can baby.”
His voice is so gravely and uncharacteristically broken sounding that all you can do is nod profusely promising him he can have whatever he wanted, which apparently is all he needed to hear since he finally stuck his middle finger in hooking it slightly pumping in and out until impatience settled in and he pushed his index finger in so the combination of both fingers and the rhythmic sucking on your clit had you moaning his name like a hymn.
The kitchen continues to fill with obscene wet sounds only growing louder and louder your moans only slightly over taking them his groans a soft undertone. His mouth and fingers continue their assault your hips bucking shamelessly against his face
He all but moans into you, his voice vibrating against your swollen cunt, he goes on mumbling wet praises between mean sucks and meaner thrusts.
"Cum for me, wanna taste it all.”
“Fuck Ryo-mhmm-right there don’t stop, please-agh-don’t stop!”
“Not stopping till you cum on my face pretty girl, c’mon cum for me baby. Need it so bad.”
With a few more harsh thrusts your orgasm crashes into you, a white hot pleasure shooting down your spine. Your body bows forward, both hands coming to push his head deeper, a broken sob tearing from your throat, your thighs slamming shut around Sukuna’s head. He moans into you, keeping his pace, working you through the waves tasting every second of it.
Once he thinks your done he pulls his fingers out slowly bringing them blindly up to your mouth for you suck on while he places a few kisses to your swollen still twitching pulsing cunt only now locking eyes with you as he watches you suck yourself off his fingers releasing with a wet pop chest rising and falling still trying to catch your breath groaning at the sight in front of him he eases his arm back down relocking your thighs in place eyes pleading.
“Can you give me one more baby?”
im going thee FAWK to bed idk why this was so hard for me to write like i said tho be EASY this is my first smut i literally couldnt even proof read it😐🙏
