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.

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.

"You like this, don't you? If you would've just behaved well, I'd be the one fucking you, not this fucking toy. Such a fucking."

"Fuckin' whore. So fucking wet for me, your pussy's leaking." Sukuna said with a chuckle, his tongue swiping in between your folds. His hands held tightly onto your involuntarily spread thighs, his fingernails pressing against the soft flesh of your sensitive thigh. His mouth flushed against your core, as he licked and sucked at your cunt like a starving dog.

Your thighs quivered in response to the lewd sight of his head in between your legs. You were relieved that, Sukuna had relieved you of the pain of the various sex toys he made you use, but you were still restrained to the bed, with no way of escape. Completely at his mercy.

The tip of his tongue drags up and down your slit, sucking softly on your clit making your toes curl and your eyes roll to the back of your head. His tongue traced aimless patterns on your pussylips, without forgetting to stimulate your pulsing bundle of nerves. His nose buried deep between your wet folds, each stroke of his tongue across your wetness making you moan out in ecstasy.

"This slutty pussy, only f' me, right?" He asked, his voice low and husky, vibrating on your cunt.