#dada

Les Larmes, 1932 & Lydia et Mannequins, 1926

Frat!kuna x F!reader ────────────

how could you possibly have the frat president wrapped around your finger? you ask yourself that question everyday. sukuna was the most arrogant, annoying, handsome guy you've ever met. yet here you are, sprawled out over his muscular body as his hand steadily kneaded your plump thigh. "kuna" you rose up from your sprawled position to slip into his lap, "what, woman." he grumbled as his ruby eyes met yours. "I need attention." your soft hands pressed against his bare chest did things to him he'd never admit out loud. "you have my attention." he deadpanned as he went back to scrolling on his phone as you groaned, "no I want your full attention." you try to pry his phone out his hand but he had a iron grip on the device, for some reason.

"stop being such a grumpy freak" you pulled at his arm as you shift, making him instinctively wrap his arm around you, which made him lose grip on his phone and you snatched it from him, "hah!—“ you froze.

“give it back.” he ordered, as a teasing smile formed on your face. “your looking at pictures of us? awhhh!! kunaaaa—“ you smile as he rolled his eyes at you and snatched his phone back, throwing it behind you on the bed. “your annoying.” he grumbled. “awh, i love you too.” you replied, snuggling into his neck.

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