18+ mdni!! Sub!kuna being the best eater when you’re mad at him
No plot, org@sms, eater, puh talk, puh play, f!ngering, clih n fingers, porn w no plot, making it up to u
“You better drop to yo’ knees and bark like you want it”
“What can I do to make it up to you,” Sukuna’s voice followed behind you.
You roll your eyes as you continued to walk away from him. “Stop talking to me Sukuna,” you said dismissively.
He paused for a moment before he continued to walk. He hated it when you called him by anything other than baby or sweetheart, or any one of your other silly pet names for him. And you knew it. “Why are you always mad at me, wife?” He questioned with annoyance.
“Why are you always doing dumb shit?” you retorted.
“Watch your tone,” he warned, “you can’t get mad at me every time I execute someone.”
I turned to him with a stubborn expression. “You just kill these people for fun.”
“I kill to protect you, wife,” he steps closer. You don’t move.
“That excuse is old,” you look up at him.
“But it’s true,” he smirked.
You roll your eyes once more, determined to not come to terms with his actions. You can’t keep letting him take innocent people’s life for his own amusement.
“You won’t be sleeping next to me tonight,” you said with a triumphant smile. You turned away feeling victorious for once.
One of his hands grabbed onto yours as he spun you around, pressing you against his chest. Two of his other hands gripped tightly onto your waist, not enough to bruise but just enough to keep you still. His last hand pressed against your chin, lifting your head.
“If you’re really that mad, why don’t I make it up to ya’?” his smirk widened.
“You can’t really expect that I’ll just forgive you whenever you eat me out.”
“Please? I’ll make it worth your while,” he tilted his head a little, “like I always do.”
“I won’t just-” your words came to a stop due to his actions. “Uh-”
Sukuna dropped to his knees. His hands still around your waist as he looked up at you. “Don’t refuse me, wife.”
And with that, you found yourself flat on his desk in his study as his tongue slicked and teased your ever so aching clit with determination. The determination being eating you out so good you forget why you were mad at him in the first place.
“Oh fuck~ Ryo~” you whimpered. Your back arched off the desk as one hand was left tangled in his hair as the other gripped on the edge of the desk.
His mouth was latched on your dripping cunt. Milking you for everything you’re worth. And fuck did you love it. Two of his hands held onto your thighs, keeping them apart. His other two hands were put to work on your cunt. One thumb rubbed at your clit in an unorganized motion as two other fingers thrusted in and out of your leaking hole.
“Look at her, sucking in my fingers like she depends on it,” he teased. Which, in a way, he was right.
“S-Shut up~” your voice quivered.
“You still mad?” he questioned, even though he already knew the answer.
You shook your head, too lost in the moment to actually say something.
“Words, doll. Words,” he said as he leaned down, his breath hot against your weeping cunt. That alone made you want to cum. His fingers curled, pressing against that spot that made your vision hazy.
“No! I’m~ Mngh~ I’m not,” you moaned out. You’re sure by this point the servants three halls down can hear you.
He moved his thumb out the way and pressed his tongue flat against your clit before swirling it around. This made your legs instinctively move to close themselves. His hands held you still. “Ryo!” you moaned.
“Yes, wife?” he smirked.
“Please make me cum!” you whimpered.
“Why should I? Weren’t you just angry with me?”
“I already~ aagh~ said I wasn’t,” you bit your lip.
“I suppose I can grant your wish,” he replied before latching his mouth onto your desperate cunt.
He added another finger as he increased his pace. Tongue moving in a rhythm you can keep up with. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuckkkkk,” you moaned out as you came heavy into his mouth and onto his fingers.
He kept his fingers in for a moment before pulling them out. You whine at the sudden loss of his fingers. He licked his fingers clean as he leaned up. “Looks like I’ll be sleeping in our bed tonight,” he muttered. You would’ve rolled your eyes if you weren’t so tired.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” he whispered as he fixed your dress before picking you up bridal style. He always knew how to handle you whenever you were mad at him. But, in truth, you forgave him the second he laid you down on his desk in his study. Maybe that’s what you wanted all along.
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I’ve been so caught up with life I completely forgot I had a page peeps. Sorry peeps. This is my thoughtful apology.☺️