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[squidbun]

“pas de deux”

(ballet instructor!sukuna x ballerina!afab!reader)

thinking about ryomen sukuna as a ballet instructor. all the students at the academy gossip about him, how scary he is, how strict. some say he once kicked a girl out because the ribbons on her shoes were wrapped wrong. they also discuss how insanely attractive he is, but that’s besides the point.

ryomen sukuna who really is insanely hot, muscles bulging through his tight tanks and leggings. you walk into class and swear your heart stops when you see him. not just for his good looks, but the way he carries himself. he’s light, and graceful, but yet with raw power that you’ve never seen in your entire life.

ryomen sukuna who screams at you for misunderstanding his brief and rough directions. sukuna who just stares dumbfounded when you snap right back at him, telling him exactly what you heard and to fix his directions if he wanted you to follow them. “brat” was your determined nickname from then on.

ryomen sukuna who surprises you every single time you see him. one second he’s screaming, demanding you to arch farther and jump higher and spin longer, the next his hands are running up your sides as he guides your body, speaking softly into your ear with that gruff voice that he must know drives you nuts. he wouldn’t admit it, but you’ve got talent. not only for ballet, but for standing up to assholes like him.

and he likes it.

ryomen sukuna who maybe, just maybe, smiles a little when he sees your reaction to getting odette and odile in swan lake. all smiles, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and a sideways glance to sukuna, like he had anything to do with it. that talent, the talent that got you that role, was all yours.

ryomen sukuna who starts to have trouble focusing when he begins his private lessons with you in preparation for your role. you’re delicate and fragile, gentle and conveying, with the way you dance. but he’s swears to god, when you dance as odile, your curves just tease him a little more. your sultry glances, and soft smiles. the way you spin and drag yourself across his when he dances as the prince. the way your hand drags across his chest, brushing his waistline ever so slightly. he won’t ever admit it, but there’s a damn good reason he ends your lessons with that dance - to rush home to fist his cock to the thought of you dancing with him utterly naked.

ryomen sukuna who’s forehead vein pops out and pulses when he sees you do that dance with the actual dancer. he knows it’s stupid, he knows that those sideways glances are in character and even with him they mean nothing, but seeing yuji so painfully obviously flush at it still makes him furious, even if the brat is his cousin.

ryomen sukuna who is shocked to find you one day in a fit of tears and anger at his door. not tears of sadness, but tears of frustration. he listens with slits for eyes as you vent about how you feel like you suck as odile - never sultry enough. “how would i know how to be enticing?” and sukuna bites his tongue as he wants to explain you don’t even have to try. you always were too much of a perfectionist. staying too late to perfect each move, each flick of your fingers intentional and poised with hours of practice. practice he facilitated.

ryoman sukuna who offers you to meet him at his own personal studio in his penthouse tonight. sliding you the address and his number on a sheet of paper, he’s staring so shamelessly and intently at your ass as you walk out. you’re in those goddamn white lacy tights he told you weren’t dress code approved (mostly because he got a hard on just thinking about them - tearing them off you and making you fold in half in front of those massive mirrors in the practice hall, that is).

ryomen sukuna who knows exactly what he’s gonna do tonight to show you how sexy you are.

a/n: hi hi, do we want this as an actual oneshot orrr?? sorry for any grammar/spelling errors, this was loosely glanced over lol

[squidbun]

thinking about dinner in america but with ryomen sukuna

literally all i thought about watching it was how simon reminded me a lot of the more modern day depictions of sukuna - drugs, punk music, rough around the edges. a dick, but a dick with a heart.

maybe i’m just too obsessed with both…

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