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 had been out, as usual, from morning until evening he'd be out, only coming back home late at night. Consequently, you find yourself alone with the maids and dozens of security cameras monitoring your every move. You went about your daily routine, which included numerous spa treatments, hair care, nail care, and body care sessions – all part of being Sukuna's prized possession. His prizes had to be meticulously maintained, so you diligently followed through with these tasks.

Luckily, it was a Sunday, granting you a break from most of your usual routine. You didn't need to follow the extra gym regimen or stick to the strict diet – it was your cheat day. However, despite the temporary freedom, you couldn't shake off the boredom that had settled in. With everything at your disposal and no new challenges to conquer, life had become dull and predictable.

You needed something fun, something new. However, aside from annoying Sukuna, you couldn't come up with much. So, you decided to do just that—pester him. After persuading the driver, you were on your way to Sukuna's company building. The journey from the mansion to the building took 43 minutes. Stepping out of the luxury car and into the lobby, you were greeted by the lobby secretary, one of many in the building.

"Welcome, Mrs. Do you have an appointment?" she asked professionally as you shook your head, retrieving a specific business card that Sukuna had given you for emergencies only, however never were the rules to not use it like this. The secretary glanced at the card and nodded knowingly. She immediately granted you full access to the building and had one of her assistants escort you to the elevator. You thanked the assistant and entered the elevator. Pressing the button for the 29th floor, you marveled at the height of Sukuna's smaller building, which was still extremely tall.

As the elevator ascended to the 29th floor, anticipation and curiosity mingled within you. This unplanned visit to Sukuna's company building was a deviation from your usual routine, a small rebellion against it.

When the elevator doors opened, you were greeted by the sleek and modern hallway, leading to Sukuna's office. You reached Sukuna's office, a spacious and elegantly furnished room overlooking the city skyline. You knocked gently waiting for Sukuna's permission.

"What." Sukuna's barked from behind the door, his tone sharp and commanding.

You pushed open the door and stepped into Sukuna's office. The scent of luxury and subtle hints of his cologne filled the air, adding to the aura of power and authority that surrounded him.

Sukuna looked up from his desk, surprise flickering across his features before it morphed into a nonchalant smirk of acknowledgment. "What is it?" he said, his voice softer when he realized it was you, his dark red eyes gleaming with intrigue.

"I got bored," you replied, your tone casual yet tinged with a hint of mischief.

"Come here," Sukuna said, gesturing for you to take a seat on his lap. Walking up closer to him, you settled down comfortably on his lap. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. His face leaned into your neck, inhaling your scent, and placing light kisses on your neck. It never went past that, though, he never took it past that level.

"What are you thinking about?" you inquired as he chuckled against your neck, his teeth slightly grazing your skin in the process.

"I'm not thinking about anything," Sukuna murmured, his voice husky against your ear. "I'm controlling myself. Trying so hard, not to devour you whole." His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of desire and restraint hanging in the air between you.

His kisses lingered on your neck, their intensity growing with each passing moment. What started as light and teasing had now evolved into something more needy and intimate. Sukuna's lips explored your skin with a hunger that betrayed his earlier restraint, igniting a fire of desire within you.

You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp as his kisses trailed along your neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His hands, once gentle, now held you firmly against him, the heat between you palpable.

His kisses slowly became light sucks, forming hickeys all over your neck. He was almost marking his territory. You could feel his bulge growing under you. But, that would be for another time.

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You didn't even realize how quickly it got here, Sukuna had never made out with you in all three years of relationship. But here he was, french kissing you, like his life depended on it. His lips bruising against yours, his tongue fiercely taking over your mouth, commanding absolute submission from you.