#sukuna ryomen 𓆟⋆.˚ 𓇼

[elysian-chaos]

i needd sukuna to be pathetic for me. i want him to feel inexplicably hurt when i ignore him because i'm upset because i saw him be oblivious to a oerson flirting with him and let them. i need him to get on his knees infront of the couch i lay on, trying to be gentle as he softly calls out to me because he doesnt understand why i'm ignoring him

"baby?"

you stubbornly keep your gaze on the television in front of the couch instead of giving in and looking at your boyfriend who looks increasingly worried, desperate even, as ignore him and his soft pleas for your attention.

"c'mon, talk to me, please?" he begs, hand reaching to tug away the blanket from your face, exposing your pretty little pout.

he feels his heart sink as he notices the genuine hurt in your eyes before the panic sets in and he tries to think back on what he did wrong.

"tell me what your idiot of a boyfriend did wrong, won't you?" i requests, slipping down from the couch to kneel in front of it, scooching closer to you. "i'll make him fix it and slap some sense into his brain. please?"

sukuna chokes down the whine bubbling up in his throat as your eyes flicker at him momentarily with a pointed glare, he knows you don't like when he talks like that. but what else is he supposed to do? the love of his life is mad at him and he doesn't know why or how to fix.

he feels pathetic, really.

"please?" he begs again, voice pitching higher, the whine falling from his lips and he feels like crying because it's been three hours since he's heard your voice and he feels overdramatic but it really does feel like his world is turning gray.

"you let the guy at the coffeeshop flirt with you," you grumble out and you can feel the ice in your heart begin melting at the sight of your big, scary boyfriend acting like a kicked puppy.

"huh? what guy?"

and you take a deep breath to calm yourself, seemingly to remind yourself that while your boyfriend acted like a puppy he was definitely not as smart as one. "the barista, sukuna."

"when did he flirt with me?" he gulps from the way you glare daggers at him, knees shifting to give you space.

"when he asked how big your fucking dick was! how could you not fucking realise it?"

"i'm sorry, pretty," he gets back up on the couch and wraps his arms around you, not just to calm you down but also to protect himself. "let me make up to my baby, yeah? i'll make you dinner and you can bite me all you want. just forgive me, please?"

and he feels his heart lighten when you grumble out an affirmation before attaching his lips onto your cheek and kissing you till you smile.