KOOKIESLAVE

your hands feel weird. empty, you note suddenly.

then you look at your boyfriend walking just 2 steps ahead of you. both of his hands full of shopping bags and grocery packets.

it must be heavy. it is heavy. that's why sukuna is carrying them and not you. you give a sigh of appreciation as your eyes roam over his frame.

tall , dressed in dark shades, muscles pulled taut. quite the head turner. and more than capable of carrying a few bags, you mentally note.

your friends often complained about their partners expecting to split the baggage. half n half and shit that felt so absurd to you that you had obnoxiously bragged about your husband demanding that you 'do not lift a single finger'.

the girls had the audacity to look skeptical.

you pull up the camera app on your phone and click record.

"baby?" you call out, pretending to scroll. the camera records your man as he half turns his head.

"why aren't you holding my hand?" you demand like a spoiled brat. you catch the faint upward tug of his lips as he turns his head to face forward again.

then he releases his pinky from under his grip on the bags and slightly points it. you let out a happy sound and grab onto it. making a point of zooming in your camera on the view.

then you reverse the camera and film your face.

sukuna often tells you to wipe that smug look off your face. but how can you when you bagged such a hot deal?

so you give your brattiest grin and lean your head against his bicep. the camera doesn't capture his face, he is too tall for that.

sukuna doesn't comment, even as he watches the display. what can he say? he quite likes being shown off by his princess.

big ass men digging their fingers into your plushness WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK BARK🤤🤤🤤🤤

And the men are ALWAYS adore you. like deadass. they're obsessed with you and thats the BEST PART MEOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

18+ MDNI, smut - what happens when you're bratty to bf!toji

you’ve been doing it all day.

poking. teasing. touching him under the table during dinner. rolling your eyes. calling him old man. sucking a popsicle at full eye contact while pretending it’s not on purpose.

toji let it slide. barely.

but then you had to go and call him boring.

and now you’re here - on your back, legs spread, wrists pinned above your head with one of his hands, while he fucks you deep and slow and mean. the other hand is gripping your hip so tight you know you’ll bruise.

he’s not even trying to be nice about it.

his cock drags along every inch of you, thick and heavy, slamming into the softest spot deep inside that makes you jolt and whimper.

"what’s that, baby?" he grits out. "suddenly not so mouthy now, huh?"

you try to shake your head. try to say please, or sorry, or toji, i was just playing-

but your brain is mush. your thighs are shaking. you’re already too fucked out to speak.

he leans down. mouth brushing your ear.

"nah. you wanted attention. you wanted to be a fuckin’ brat."

he lets go of your wrists, only to wrap one hand around your throat. not tight - just enough. just to make you whine.

"so take it."

you sob. it feels too good - too much. you’re so wet he’s sliding, obscene and filthy and loud.

you try to squirm away and he growls. grabs your waist, slams you back down onto his cock.

"don’t fuckin’ run. you wanted this."

your back arches. you’re close. so close.

"toji, please-"

he laughs. low and dark and cruel.

"you don’t get to beg now, princess. not after all that shit you pulled."

his fingers rub fast, tight circles over your clit while he pounds into you like he’s punishing you. and maybe he is.

you cry out when you come. toes curling. vision going white. your whole body shakes.

he doesn’t stop.

"what’s that? too much now?" he mocks, grinning. "thought you wanted me to fuckin’ ruin you."

he keeps going until you’re crying - real tears now, little gasps and hiccups and whimpers.

he slows down eventually. kisses the corner of your eye. the underside of your jaw. his voice softens.

"there she is," he murmurs. "my sweet girl. had to fuck the attitude outta you, huh?"

you sniffle. nod. melted.

he presses one last kiss to your lips.

"next time you want attention, baby, you just gotta ask."