Sukuna

Sukuna had been a constant presence in your life for three long years, yet the nature of your relationship defied easy categorization. He fulfilled the roles of a sugar daddy, your situationship, and as your dom. However, the one label that never seemed to fit was that of "boyfriend."

He never asked you out on a formal invitation for a date, never acknowledged the depth of your connection, and his level of intimacy with you paled in comparison to the one-night stands he had with other women. Despite this, you remained by his side, never questioning his actions or motives.

It was a scenario that you had grown accustomed to — his fleeting attention, his occasional one-night stands, and yet, the moments of intimacy and comfort you shared behind closed doors. The unspoken agreement between you allowed for a delicate balance: you basked in his affection while indulging in the luxuries his wealth afforded, and in return, you offered him companionship without demanding anything other than his money.

At the end of the day, he knew where his home was. He'd be cuddling in your arms while you maxed out his credit card.

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Sukuna loathed this situation intensely. It wasn't the party ambiance, the beverages, the female company, the attention, or the authority he despised; not in the slightest.

Rather, it was the way those men looked at you. The sheer audacity of it all grated on his nerves like sandpaper against his skin. What irked him even more was your obliviousness, your apparent disregard for the blatant flirtations these men directed at you, right in his presence. What took over him wasn't jealousy, not in the traditional sense. It was possessiveness, a primal urge to protect what he considered his own.

He leaned in closer to you, his voice low and dangerously smooth as he whispered, "Do you enjoy the attention, little thing?" His tone held a hint of amusement, a subtle edge that conveyed his displeasure without outright saying it. His arm snaked possessively around your waist, pulling you subtly closer to him as if marking his territory.

You turned to him, a smile dancing on your lips, unaware of the tension simmering beneath Sukuna's composed exterior. "I'm just being polite, darling. You know how these events can be." Your words were casual, but that ticked Sukuna off even more.

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The night progressed, and slowly but surely, Sukuna grew even more annoyed. What he wanted most was to drag you away from this gathering, to claim your attention solely for himself. However, the constraints of social formalities prevented him from acting on his impulses. You could feel his intense gaze burning holes through your head, though you remained oblivious to the cause of his increasing agitation.

Sukuna's facade of indifference began to crack. His sharp eyes, usually masked by a veneer of control, betrayed glimpses of raw emotion—frustration, longing, and possessiveness. He struggled to maintain his composure, torn between his desire to protect you and the societal expectations that dictated his actions.

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However, he remained dangerously patient, biding his time as the formalities of party attendance dragged on. Every passing minute tested his restraint, but Sukuna knew that the right moment would present itself eventually. He avoided unnecessary interactions with others, his sharp gaze enough to deter anyone from approaching too closely.

Finally, as the party began to wind down and guests started to depart, Sukuna saw his opportunity. With a subtle nod to you, he indicated that it was time to leave. Ignoring any lingering formalities or social obligations, he guided you away from the gathering, his grip firm yet possessive as he led you through the crowd.

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Arriving at the car, Sukuna opened the door for you with a gesture that was both courteous and possessive. He waited patiently as you settled in before closing the door with a decisive click. Walking around to the driver's side, he retrieved a cigarette, lighting it with practiced ease. As he took a long drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke with an annoyed sigh, his frustration was palpable.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was tense, charged with Sukuna's pent-up emotions. His hand found its familiar place on your thigh, rubbing and squeezing in an attempt to alleviate his growing agitation. Despite the tension, you chose to ignore it, finding solace in the temporary silence as the city lights blurred past.

Driving with purposeful speed, Sukuna navigated the streets with a controlled intensity. The air inside the car crackled with unspoken words, the weight of his emotions almost tangible. Yet, you remained composed, savoring the rare moments of quiet amidst the chaos.

Upon arriving at the mansion, Sukuna wasted no time. He stepped out of the car, a silent command for you to follow. Ignoring the curious glances of the butler and maids, he took hold of your hand, his touch possessive as he led you inside.

The moment the door closed behind you, Sukuna's demeanor shifted. Without a word, he scooped you up in his arms, bridal style, surprising you with his sudden display of strength. Ignoring any protests or attempts to resist, he carried you effortlessly up the stairs and into the bedroom.

With the way he was staring into the void, you could tell, he was mad.

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You whimpered incoherent pleas of mercy, muffled out by the gag in your mouth, but Sukuna paid no mind to your pleas. Simply watching with a satisfied glance, as you quivered at the controlled sensation between your legs of the electric vibrator. A pussy clamp spreading your folds wide enough for him to see your leaking juices. Your ankles were tied to each side of the bed, your wrist restrained, a nipple clamp pinching harshly at both of your now sensitive nipples, and a blindfold covering your sight.

You were helpless and restrained your muffled cries, and gagged moans and the sound of Sukuna belittling you was the only thing that filled your ears.

"Such a dirty fucking slut, aren't you? You like the attention, hm? You like it when men stare at you with hungry eyes? Is that what you like?" He said, his voice low and husky as he watched as you came for the dozenth time. Oh, but he wasn't done. He was planning to see you in this state for hours.