⤷ ゛ despite the fact that sukuna certainly had your attention now, you were still determined to do your job as a lifeguard. that didn’t stop sukuna from trying to catch your attention again, though, in his own selfish way. part 2 to this. ˎˊ˗
contents. sukuna x fem reader | beach lifeguard!reader | sukuna naturally having no regard for public opinion and safety
you sat in your lifeguard chair, sunglasses on, scanning the water with familiar precision. the beach was moderately busy— families, couples, a few teenagers trying to look cool. everything was calm and under control.
then you heard the low rumble of an engine, a little too loud, a little too showy. you didn’t need to look to know who it was. you’d recognize that sound anywhere now. the beat-up old chevelle that sukuna had rebuilt with his own hands, its paint job a patchwork of primer and glossy red.
you kept your eyes forward, jaw set. don’t look. don’t give him the satisfaction.
“hey, beautiful.” you heard about 5 minutes later.
his voice drifted up from below, smooth as oil. you could picture him perfectly without even glancing down— leaning against your lifeguard stand with that infuriating smirk, his white tank top doing absolutely nothing to hide the lines of muscle beneath.
you continued scanning the water.
“i know you can hear me,” he called up. “come on. it’s hot as hell. come down and let me buy you a snow cone.”
“it’s a slow day. no one’s dying.”
you finally allowed yourself a glance down. he was exactly as you’d imagined; smirking, arms crossed, sunglasses pushed up into his pinkish hair. he was holding a paper cup with a straw, condensation dripping down the sides. a sweet treat for a trap.
“nice try,” you said, turning back to the ocean. “i’m not leaving my post.”
he clicked his tongue, feigning disappointment. “you’re so stubborn. it’s one of your best qualities, you know.”
“and you’re a distraction.”
“if you say so,” he shrugged, taking a loud, obnoxious sip from the snow cone. “now come down here and taste this. it’s cherry. your favorite.”
your stomach did a traitorous little flip. it was cute that he remembered your order.
you gripped the armrests of your chair a little tighter. “i can’t. i’m working.”
“you’ve been up there for hours, pretty girl,” he pressed, stepping closer to the ladder. “what if i told you i missed you? what if i told you i drove all the way from the shop just to see your pretty face for five minutes?”
“you drove from the shop because it’s a ten-minute ride from the beach and you know it, asshole.”
he laughed out a low, genuine sound that always made your resolve soften just a fraction. “you got me. but i still missed you.”
you bit the inside of your cheek. he was relentless. he’d been like this ever since that first date, showing up whenever he could. sometimes with food, sometimes with some excuse about “just passing by,” sometimes just to stand there and look at you until you caved. creep.
and you did cave. sometimes. he was a charming man after all. you were weak, even weaker when he flashed you that smirk of his.
but not today. today you were strong.
“sukuna, i’m serious. go back to work. i’ll call you when my shift ends.”
he let out a sigh, rolling his eyes at you. “i was about to offer you something even better than a snow cone.”
you arched an eyebrow, already suspicious. “what?”
“come down here and i’ll show you.”
“fuck you,” you scowled at him..
he grinned, slow and wolfish. “i could climb up there, you know. make it worth your while.”
your face flushed, and you were grateful for your bigsunglasses hiding the evidence. “you wouldn’t dare.”
he grabbed the first rung of the ladder and your heart jumped into your throat.
“sukuna! i will kick you in the face!”
he paused, looking up at you with mock innocence. “really?”
“do not—do not—come up here. this is a public beach. there are children.”
he glanced around pointedly. “i don’t see any children. i see a very attractive lifeguard who looks like she could use a break.”
“that’s right, you need a kiss.”
“you need my kiss,” he continued, as if you hadn’t spoken. “i’ve been thinking about it all morning. your mouth. the way you taste. the little sound you make when i—”
he was already climbing. two rungs up, then three, his grin widening as you scrambled to your feet in your tiny chair, clutching your whistle like a weapon.
“get back down, you animal.”
he reached the top, his face level with your thighs. and then he was in your space, one hand gripping the edge of the chair, the other reaching for your hip.
“this is highly inappropriate,” you hissed, even as your body betrayed you, leaning slightly toward him.
“then tell me to stop one more time. maybe i’ll listen.”
he tugged you closer, his mouth finding yours. it was easy to forget where you were, when he was kissing you like that; hungry mouth consuming yours, bitting your lips gently, sucking on them one by one and taking his sweet time. one of his hands slid down your back, fingers grazing the waistband of your swimsuit, thumb pressing into the curve of your hip.
“someone could see,” you murmured against his lips, arms twitching to pull him closer.
his hand dipped lower, palm cupping your ass with zero shame. you gasped into his mouth, half scandalized, half aching for more.
“just a quick one,” he breathed, nipping at your lower lip. “i’ve been good. i’ve been so good. i’ve been patient. haven’t i been patient?”
“you’ve certainly been annoying.”
“i don’t see you resisting much.” his hand squeezed, completely enjoying himslef. “still letting me touch you. still making those little sounds i like.”
you smacked his chest weakly. “shut it.”
he kissed you again, deeper this time, and you felt yourself sinking into it. his other hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your head just the way he knew you liked.
you were so lost in it that you almost didn’t hear the whistle. a sharp, shrill blast cut through the air.
you jerked back, heart pounding, and whirled around. a girl in a yellow bikini was waving frantically from the shore, pointing at the water.
“lifeguard! help! my boyfriend’s cramping!”
you shoved sukuna’s chest, hard. “move. now.”
he stumbled back onto the ladder, nearly losing his grip, but you were already sliding down past him, feet hitting the sand. you took off at a sprint, your instincts kicking in.
sukuna watched you go, still grinning, lips buzzing from the kiss. he leaned against the lifeguard stand, arms crossed, completely unbothered.
“same time tomorrow?” he called after you.
you didn’t answer, flipping him off, but he saw the way your shoulders shook with a laugh as you ran toward the water.
