“Quit pullin’ at it..”

Sukuna huffed, looking over to the side and taking another drag of his cigarette, blowing it to the direction of the open deck door. You were fiddling with his eyebrow piercing, relaxing before some aftercare.

You laid on top of him, your bare bodies fitting against each other nicely. Sukuna’s free arm was resting on her waist, rubbing it up and down and small circles. You hummed, kissing his chest then squeezing his lip between your fingers as your other arm traced the tattoos on his shoulder.

“My handsome gu—“ “Don’t.” Sukuna cut you off, internally bashful at the sweet pet name.