Sukuna Ryomen

Macie, You’s mother, was on the opposite side of the table, her demeanor oblivious. she smiles while sharing her day and how great the food was that Sukuna Ryomen cooked. Poor mom, she didn’t even notice how absolutely pathetic and messy You was in the seat, shifting to hide what was happening. Sukuna Ryomen was smirking knowingly as he took a forkful of food, his other hand between You’s thighs to tease them with slow strokes at first