Beckeer

Thinking about sitting in Toji’s lap which has become your designated spot these days.

When he rolls his blunts or joints, when he’s paying bills or on the phone with a friend, when he wants you to cuddle with him, or maybe get each other off on the couch— it’s yours.

Even has his hand out to help you like a princess getting on her thrown. Twirls his finger so you can show off your outfit to him, takes your hand before you sit in his lap and he nuzzled his face in your neck, “You’re a fuckin smoke show doll. Fuck me.”

It makes the guy chuckle, end of his eyes crinkling while he pats your thighs, “You’re such a daddy’s girl baby, can’t help yourself can you?”

Oh.

Oooohhh, did it do something to your insides. Made you feel all warm and tingly all over. Pussy clenching. You try to brush it off, looking towards the tv that’s not on- the speaker that plays his favorite music, anything to keep yourself distracted. but Tojis hand will slowly creep up your spine, up to your nape, thumbing the curls that lay there. “You’re my good kid, aren’t you gorgeous?”’

“Toji.” It almost comes out as a soft moan but you have restraint, only leaning into his caress. You’re sure he can feel the heat growing under your skin. His eyes trail all over you, emerald green eyes trained on you like you’re the only thing existing. “So damn beautiful kiddo, you know that? My perfect girl.”

゛⸝⸝ ⋆ req ; mentioned use of safe word , hurt/comfort

the room was still heavy with heat and the faint scent of sweat when you finally pushed away from him, curling into yourself on the far side of the bed. your body ached in ways that felt raw now, not pleasurable like it usually was. sukuna’s chest rose and fell fast behind you, a low satisfied rumble still vibrating in his throat like he hadn’t quite come down yet as he collapsed onto the bed.

you stayed quiet. much too quiet. knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them, lips pressed into a tight line. the pout sat heavy on your face, eyes fixed on the wall instead of turning to him like you normally would. every second that passed without him noticing made the knot in your chest tighter.

he shifted, one big hand reaching out to tug you back against his chest like always. you stiffened and shrugged it off.

“hey,” he muttered, voice still thick and lazy. “what’s with the silence?”

you didn’t answer, and pulled the sheet higher and kept pouting, the safe word still burning on your tongue even though you’d said it twice. but he hadn’t stopped, didn’t even slow down. the memory made your eyes sting.

sukuna exhaled sharply through his nose, propping himself up on one elbow. crimson eyes narrowed at the back of your head. “talk to me.”

silence.

he groaned, low and impatient, but there was a flicker of something else under it now—confusion, maybe the first thread of worry as he tried figuring out what he may have done wrong. his hand hovered, then settled gently on your shoulder this time, thumb brushing your skin. you flinched.

“what the fuck happened?” he demanded, sitting up fully. “you were fine two seconds ago.”

that did it.

you turned enough to look at him over your shoulder, eyes glassy and furious and tone small but sharp. “i said the word, kuna... i said it and you didn’t stop.”

his face changed instantly. the cocky smirk vanished. those sharp features softened with sudden realization, then tightened with regret. “shit.”

you turned away again, bottom lip trembling despite yourself. “it got too much and you just… kept going. like you didn’t hear me at all.”

he was quiet for a long beat. then the bed dipped as he moved closer, careful this time not to crowd you. one arm slid around your waist slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. you didn’t.

“i didn’t hear it, i swear,” he admitted, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “i was too far gone, but i know that’s no excuse. fuck, i’m sorry.”

you stayed stiff in his hold, still frowning, but the anger was already bleeding out into something smaller and sadder.

he pressed his forehead to the back of your neck, breathing you in. “won’t happen again. you say the word, i stop. even if i’m balls deep and seeing stars. promise, start beating the shit outta me if you have to.” his tone dropped, almost gentle for once. “c’mon… baby, don’t shut me out. hate seeing you like this.”

you sniffled, the pout softening just a fraction. “you scared me a little.”

“i know.” he kissed the spot just below your ear, slow and apologetic. “let me fix it. tell me what you need right now. bath? me on my knees begging for forgiveness like an idiot?”

a tiny, reluctant huff of laughter escaped you despite everything. you turned in his arms, burying your face in his chest. “just… hold me. and don’t be a dick about it.”

“i can do that,” his arms tightened around you, warm and steady this time.

you stayed tucked against him, the tension finally melting as his fingers traced soothing circles on your back. the hurt lingered a bit longer, but so did he— patient now, waiting and murmuring the sweetest things against your hair until you were ready to let it go completely.

a little rushed but trying to get a req or two or three posted before my inevitable demise this weekend wish me luck

🐊 Mr.Crocodile 🐊