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lily-bisque · 18 days ago

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"I KNOW IT'S PATHETIC BUT THAT WAS THE GREATEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE"

✦ ── synopsis: coworker!sukuna manages to embarrass himself not once, but twice around you.

✦ ── contents: 2.8k words, fluff, loser!kuna, very suggestive, mild smut.

✦ ── a/n: no words, truly. i just love making sukuna look pathetic.

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"I had a lot of fun tonight," you blushed, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear and glancing to your side.

He had his fists shoved into his pockets, eyeing you with a spacey look, like he was contemplating something in his head, something completely unbeknownst to you.

“Sukuna?” You whispered out with a tilt of your head, voice resonating easily in the night air, wondering where he’d gone off to in his mind.

“Mhm?” He hummed dreamily, his vision flickering to your lips for a split second before meeting your eyes.

You giggled, facing the sidewalk and shaking your head. “Nothing.”

He paused a moment, biting his lip and unsure of how to talk to the stunning woman in front of him, who managed to dazzle him all night, without sounding like a fucking loser. “I had fun tonight too,” he shrugged, though you could hear the grin in his tone.

Your head perked up at his response, beaming up at him with glittering eyes, the moonlight illuminating your face and making his heart stutter, enthralled in your effortless beauty. “Really?!”

Sukuna opened his mouth to respond, heart short-circuiting at how excited you’d sounded, before his foot caught on the edge of the sidewalk.

He tripped forward, arms flying out as his other foot slammed down on the concrete, effectively catching his massive form before tumbling.

The action sent a heat washing up the back of his neck, to heat his tan cheeks and even the crowns of his ears.

Your eyes widened, before darting back in front of you, teeth clenching from how hard you were trying to hold back your smile, not daring to address his clumsiness to save him from humiliation.

In all honesty, your cheeks were also aching from how much you’ve been smiling all evening.

You’d known Sukuna for quite some time as he was your colleague at work–a regular and dreary salary job.

But the day it lit up for the both of you, the fire in your eyes snuffed out by the crushing responsibilities on your shoulders thanks to capitalism set ablaze, was the day you stepped into the break room, completely unsuspecting of how you’d be leaving.

It was empty, save for the singular salmon-haired brute hunched over his lunch. He was muttering curses to his phone and you knitted your eyebrows as you meandered towards the coffee machine, your brain muddled from how long you’d been staring at your computer.

It wasn’t your fault your curiosity got the best of you, wondering what had your co-worker so miffed, so you peered over his shoulder sneakily to see him—.

“Oh my god.”

Sukuna could feel his heart stop at the sound of a voice, head flinging behind him as he hadn’t heard you come into the room, too engrossed with whatever was unfolding on his phone.

The guy was watching a porno.

You met his gaze, your cheeks warm at the sight as your pulse quickened. Then peered back at his phone, then back at him, before spinning your head around and staring at the coffee pot. Why was there suddenly barely any coffee? Who decided to drink so much and not brew anymore and force you to endure this?

You could hear his chair screech against the tile floor as he abruptly hopped from his seat, eyes practically bulging from his head in shock.

“H-hold on—“

“I was just leaving,” you starkly interrupted, gripping your hand around your cup and turning quickly.

But Sukuna’s eyes gaped, standing in front of you to halt you, but the scare made you bump into him, effectively pouring hot coffee all over his crisp, white dress shirt.

He winced, a hiss leaving his mouth as he hunched over, hands instinctively flying to his chest before pulling away, nearly singeing his fingers in the act.

You yelped, taking a step back and bumping into the counter, effectively trapping you between him and the makeshift break room kitchen.

He reached for a box of tissues over your head in a frantic manner, you following his movements and eyeing just how his muscles rippled beneath the fabric, before tearing your ogling gaze away.

He patted away at his shirt as you opened your mouth, nearly tripping over your words. “I-if you hadn’t jumped in front of me— I—,” you stopped yourself, realizing how stupid and rude you sounded, watching his face contort into a pained scowl.

Quickly, you bowed your head as deep as you could, clasping your hands around your cup as some sort of grounding exercise to tether you to your embarrassing reality. “I’m really sorry, Sukuna.”

As he wiped at his now-stained shirt, he gave you a once-over, his chest still hot but thankfully not scarred to leave any remnants of a burn except for a temporary red mark.

He felt an odd sense of contrite at your apology, straightening and tossing his tissues into a nearby trash can with one fell swoop in an impressive breeze.

“Nah, uh. Forget it, that was embarrassing as fuck for the both of us, and I’m fine,” he huffed out, rubbing his nape and wanting to punch himself. “But would you let me just… explain what you saw before you run out of here and report me to HR?”

You bit your lip, feeling oddly cornered as his crimson irises bore down on you, searching for resignation, jitters paling you.

If he had an explanation, you had no idea what would cause him to watch pornography in the staff break room.

But he seemed genuine enough, so you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Okay, I’ll, uh, hear you out.”

He nodded, something akin to satisfaction dancing on his ever present indifferent expression before he grunted, pulling a chair out for you.

You sat down, and he sat beside you, pulling out his phone.

You glanced away, nervous your eyes would register anymore of the vulgar scene of a woman being folded into a pretzel by some brute, but Sukuna sighed. “I won’t flash you again.”

You winced, shutting your eyes for a moment to regain your composure, before glancing back down at the table.

He’d set his phone down, opening up his Twitter to some news article he’d been reading about new app regulations.

He even gave you a synopsis of what he’d been reading before handing you the phone and not even peering down at the screen for a second as he relayed its contents to you.

Afterwards, he opened up the replies and, lo and behold, there were a bunch of troll porn accounts spiteful of their crude content being heavily monitored now and posting their videos to flood the comments.

The top comment was the video you’d just seen moments ago.

You grimaced, and averted your gaze. “So why were you muttering under your breath like a madman?”

He quickly swiped out of the app, a look of disgust painting him. “I tried to leave the replies but this fucking ancient ass phone froze from the amount of content in the comments. I didn’t even realize you walked in until too late,” he explained in irritation, no longer meeting your eyes in shame.

You bit your lip, your head dropping as a chuckle left your lips. Then another. And soon enough you had your head tossed back, a boisterous laugh vibrating from your chest.

Sukuna eyed you warily, shifting uncomfortably in his wet and sticky top, an eyebrow cocked at your enjoyment, before he found it hard to conceal the upward tug of his lips.

You looked really pretty laughing.

From that point on, you poked fun at Sukuna and made him endure your teasing to which he was more than miffed at.

And then you’d join him at lunch, talking about whatever was in the news with him and sliding your yogurt over to which he’d end up finishing the entire thing.

Then one day, at the end of your shift where you two began to head out of the doors together, you waved him off goodbye, and Sukuna finally got the burst of courage he’d been waiting on.

He halted you after chasing you down to your bus, standing before you and panting, his tie crooked and gelled hair now pretty disheveled.

Before you could get a word out, eyes wide and curious, he blurted, “Do you want to get dinner sometime? With me?”

You held back the gasp you almost let out in shock, stomach doing at least twenty somersaults in the span of five seconds.

The first time you’d laid eyes on him on your first day at work, you found it easy to recognize how handsome of a man he was.

But you deduced him to the kind of ‘hallway crush’ teenagers would have.

Then, the two of you got to know each other a hell of a lot more despite the horrifying first impression. You saw him as a genuine friend, but that initial attraction only expanded into a crush that always seemed to linger.

You believed him to be far out of your league despite how close you’ve gotten.

So to see him asking you out, had your heart stuttering.

“You mean… on a date?” You queried, still skeptical.

He let out a huff of something akin to laughter, a grin unlike him on his face. “Yeah. I do.”

Goosebumps littered your body, biting your lip as you glanced behind you to see your bus now arriving. “Uhm. Yeah, I’d love that.”

“Yeah?” He grinned, proud of himself for finally securing this.

“Yeah. Text me later?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

Which is how you ended up here, a night to remember and him opting to walk twenty minutes back to your apartment instead of an uber like you’d rode there to meet up because it’s ‘eco-friendly’ (since when has Sukuna cared for anything of the sort?) but truthfully, he didn’t want the evening to end.

He was perfectly content to walk the twenty minutes back to his car parked at the restaurant.

Ryomen Sukuna, the brute of a man that seemed annoyed everywhere he went, had taken quite the liking to you and you felt as if you were seeing a drastically different side of someone.

He was thoughtful and perceptive, a plethora of opinions on nearly any topic you could conjure up. But he was also far more attentive than he let on—remembered nearly anything you said even if it was brought up in passing, complimented you under his breath when you arrived, attempting to mask his astonishment but you could see it clear as day in his eyes, asking you if you had any dietary allergies to relay it to the waiter, and ensuring to cover the bill without you even sparing a glance at you.

The entire evening, the conversation flowed easily, as if it was just another afternoon in the breakroom.

He made you laugh, barely concealing just how much of a grand time he was having but the red wine was loosening him up quite a bit.

He asked you questions about yourself and seemed to mentally catalogue them in case he needed them in the future.

Never prodded too much when you steered clear of a topic, just nodding and bringing something else up.

You’d seen the way he acted around colleagues and even his supervisor, never speaking more than a couple words and holing himself up in his cubicle, face pinched with irritation.

But with you, the indifferent man seemed to let go completely.

As if spending time with you was as easy as breathing.

“I’m right up the block,” you commented, watching him mentally curse himself for tripping in front of you. His nerves seemed to be catching up with him.

He nodded, running a hand through his hair and focusing on his gait in case of another slip-up.

Within a matter of seconds, you turned the corner and padded up the steps to your apartment, stopping at the top one and turning around.

This nearly seven foot man stopped just a couple steps below, enough to be at eye level with you.

On any other day, you’d taunt him for his height, or he’d taunt you for yours.

But the air between the two of you was so charged as your eyes darted between each other’s.

You broke the silence. “Let’s do this again,” you whispered, your gaze flickering to his lips before returning to his eyes.

Sukuna could feel the raging boner in his pants only become more sensitive by the second.

He’d been a gentleman with you throughout the course of your friendship, lest he make you any more uncomfortable than he did during your first encounter.

He hummed, tongue running over his lower lip.

You leaned in a fraction, just enough to show initiative, to show that you wanted this like he did, before he took a step up the stairs and cupped your cheeks, lips crashing against yours.

You stumbled backwards, craning your head upwards as your fingers curled in his leather jacket. He wasted no time wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you against him.

He tasted like smoke and the overly expensive wine he’d ordered tonight.

It was breathless, it was heated.

Your lips parted just a bit, and he slid his tongue between, pushing down on your tongue and making you whine.

A guttural hum of satisfaction thrummed in his chest and into your mouth as fireworks sparked in your mind.

He pushed you up against the brick walk of your apartment, cradling your head in his large hand to ensure you didn’t smack it and hurt yourself.

The two of you were too fired up in your first kiss to even care about anyone walking by to see him pinning you right near the entrance.

He knew it wouldn’t go past this, a heated makeout session, that is. He didn’t want it to. He didn’t want to taint what you had right when things were beginning to bubbling with the thought of wetting his dick.

A part of him knew that what went on between the two of you was far deeper than a lustful attraction.

But that desire still existed, still thrummed in the space between logic and need in his mind.

You were on your tiptoes as he hunched forward, feeling as if you couldn’t pull him close enough, a hand of his squeezing your waist against his front. The kiss was desperate, a close to what felt like ages of mutual yearning.

His fingers skimmed through your hair as your noses bumped against each others, swapping saliva like two needy teenagers.

But it was far better than any kind of first kiss you’d experienced. There was no room for awkward tension like most went–the two of you had practically destroyed the blurs of worry with your overwhelming want.

Your body was sparked alight, as if you’d been asleep for ages and it was his one kiss to wake you from a dull dream. Everything melted away, fingers tugging him closer, feeling your skirt hike up as your thighs rubbed together.

And what left your lips sent the man against your lips over the precipice.

“‘Kuna,” you whined out breathily, fanning over his kiss bitten lips.

The man broke the kiss immediately, face scrunching up as he stuttered out your name headily with a hoarse “F-fuck,” his head craning forward as his lashes fluttered shut.

Your eyes widened, slowly settling back against your heels as he slammed a hand against the brick wall.

A wave of surprise had you paled, gaze drifting down to his black dress pants to see a damp spot where his crotch is.

“D-did you just-?“ You stopped yourself, mouth parting at the realization, your pulse pounding in your ears.

Sukuna couldn’t get himself out of this one, he knew it. His gaze darted between your appalled expression and the mess he’d somehow made on himself.

And it was all because of that damn nickname.

He’d never heard you use it before, and you hadn’t dared tested it out, an idea that tickled the edges of your love-sick brain. But in your horny reverie, any sense of rationality had left you succumbed to your lust.

To Sukuna, it was so fucking adorable. And so fucking hot.

But how did he explain that you whimpering his nickname had him orgasming prematurely in his pants.

“I- uh,” he stumbled backwards, nearly tripping as he moved away from you. “I’ll see you around.”

With that, the massive man hastened his pace and shuffled down the steps, practically sprinting down the sidewalk and out of your view.

You stood there, completely dumbfounded, but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of endearment.

You hadn’t known just how bewitched Sukuna was with you until now.

Sukuna didn’t know how long he sprinted down the main street to rid himself of his mortification prickling his skin like needles.

But what was far worse, was he had no idea how he would manage to face you at work tomorrow morning.

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