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◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ athlete!sukuna has a thing for your lips.
you don’t even get a chance to secure your cherry-flavored lip balm before a strong, calloused hand plucks it right from your grasp without warning.
“hey!” you protest, turning to face sukuna, who grins like he’s just won something. he twirls the tiny tube between his fingers, clearly entertained, his gym bag slung casually over his shoulder. dressed in his practice jersey, he’s all sweat and arrogance, the scent of exertion clinging to him.
“what’s this?" he muses, turning the tiny tube over in his fingers. “cherry-flavored? figures. you always taste just as sweet as you act, sunshine.”
heat creeps up your neck, caught off guard by the nickname. he’s never called you “sunshine” before. “cut it out. just give it back already.”
“nah.” he grins, applying the balm like he hasn’t just committed a crime. your entire soul leaves your body. “you did not just—”
“Mm,” he muses, tilting his head as he smacks his lips thoughtfully. “not bad, but i have a feeling it tastes even sweeter from the source.”
before you can protest, sukuna traps you against the lockers, his presence overwhelming—fresh sweat, burning heat, and stolen cherry. he tilts your chin up effortlessly, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.
“only one way to know if i got the full effect.”
his lips press against yours—slow at first, then hungrier, stealing the cherry right off your mouth. when he finally leans back, you barely remember why you wanted your lip balm back in the first place.
with a cocky smirk, sukuna steps back and tosses the lip balm into his bag, watching it land smoothly beneath his spare jersey.
slinging the bag over his shoulder, he grins. “guess you’ll have to work for it.”
“unbelievable,” you mutter, glaring up at him. “absolutely insufferable.”
“and you love me.” he grins, tossing your stolen lip balm in the air before disappearing onto the court, leaving you utterly flustered and questioning all your life choices.
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unaware of the stares he was getting, sukuna strutted onto the court—meanwhile, his teammates were trying to figure out why he suddenly had glossy, cherry-kissed lips, as if he wants to look kissable.
( kiss me instead ᐢ ̥_ ̫ _ ̥ᐢ )
transfer proof! reader x toji
holding a freebie from a makeup package you purchased, you squeeze the lipstick tube in your palm. you smack your lips a few inches away from a mirror, admiring the color. you hum at it’s moisture and read the label.
one hundred percent transfer-proof? it has a cream finish, though? you almost laugh at the strange branding.
the product is tossed to your bed and you walk out to the living room to really test its authenticity.
“toji?” you call to gain his attention from the TV screen. he watched you walk towards him and lowers the volume.
“yeah? what is it, baby?”
“wanna see something.” you find a seat on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs as you look at him. it doesn’t even faze him with how often you sit with—on—him.
“got a new lipstick and it says it's transfer proof.”
“looks good.” he admires the shade.
“i need to test if it really is.”
“hmm, so what? you wanna test it on me?”
you nod and reach your hands up to cup his face. you lean in and kiss his lips. pulling away, you smile at the result.
“what? did it come off—“
“shut, shut up. im not done.” you kiss on the corner of his mouth, his scar kissing you back.
you kiss him again. on his left cheek, his jawline, the tip of his nose, his right cheek, under his eyes, his forehead. a small curl of his lips isn’t noticed by you, and part of him hopes the color does transfer to cover the rose blushing his face.
“yeah, yeah. that’s good.” you smile shamelessly.
“good, huh?”
“ya you should see for yourself.” you grab his phone from the couch and open the camera, a devious simper still on you.
you take a few photos and turn it around. all the places where you had pecked laid the shape and color of your lips. toji can’t help smile at the mess.
“cheap shit, transfer-proof my ass.”
“i think it might even look better on you.” you giggle and put the phone down, holding his face again.