shotgunning
sukuna x reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb c/w: smoking, shotgunning
“don’t you dare kiss me with food in your mouth,” you squeal, leaning away from sukuna, whose arms are wrapped around you tightly.
the air is hazy in the apartment and your head lolls to the side in an attempt to avoid his mouth. the joint sukuna had fished from his back pocket disgusted you at first, but then he pulled you closer and soon his mouth was hovering over yours as he exhaled.
you hadn’t put your lips to the paper, yet you swear your head was spinning just from the sheer softness of sukuna’s touch as he gripped your waist to blow the smoke into your lungs.
“kuna!” but, of course, he doesn’t listen to you in his daze, and presses his lips to yours, his cheeks full of strawberry mochi.
you push his shoulder away, and he stands straight; his eyes are half closed, and he has a smirk on his face as he chews.
“pretty sweet, huh?” he mumbles, pressing his mouth to your forehead. “like you, hm?”
“shut up,” your voice is breathy, and when sukuna visibly swallows, you grab the longer strands of pink hair at the back of his head and pull him into you.
