sukuna.

It's been at least four hours since you've been inside the mall, he can't stand walking from one side to the other, holding your bags like a good boyfriend, or because he thinks everything is too heavy for his little girlfriend to take.

Being the thirtieth store he sees you enter, sometimes just to browse the products and leave, other times buying thousands of makeup, which he doesn't particularly know because you need it so much. But now there he is, watching you pick up another piece of clothing excitedly, as you run to the fitting rooms with him, he snorts but still smiles.

You turn your body towards him, showing the pink dress, it was made of silk, curving your small body well, he sighed, looking down at least 5 times, asking you to turn and stop so he could see how it looked on you, smoothing it out, he liked it. But I wanted you to put on another piece, he would evaluate all your clothes as always.

After trying on a few more clothes, you show off the last piece, a mini skirt, too short that it can't even hide your round ass properly, a corset that squeezes your breasts enough to make them stand out, still wearing those pantyhose that it goes halfway up your thighs, it looks like heaven. She whistled softly, calling you onto his lap with her fingers.

And now Sukuna is finally resting beautifully, watching you move up and down on his dick in that cute outfit that he'll probably buy just to fuck you with it again. Your moans are muffled by his long fingers inside your warm mouth, while his other hand holds your waist tightly, making you ride his dick like a little slut. "Fuck, princess... squeezing me so good." he moans his face buried in your neck, leaving little marks from his teeth, and reddish hickeys. "Shit, keep bouncing on my dick like a good little girl, doll, just the way you know I like it."