„You're mine now" [Sukuna & Y/N]

Part V

You didn't remember feeling alive like that ever before.

Your heavy breathing accelerated the intake of demonic fumes, whereas his perfomance caused him to emit it even more so.

This cycle must be why I feel more and more "alive",

You concluded for yourself in your head.

It's like this is giving me strength.

You thought.

"Wrong",

he objected after hearing your thought, stopping his playful act of pleasure.

"You're gaining it yourself
By slowly draining me"

He continued by sucking your arousal using his mouth that appeared in the palm of his hand.

"I... still don't get.. it",

you moaned gratefully into his smirking face.

"You weren't that dense when we met the first time, but I guess you still need to accustom yourself to this... So, let me explain it..."

And he explained it.
Really,
Really
Carefully.

With every thrust he added another word to his explanation.
Though the need to explain basic stuff like that
felt like he lowered you, whilst serving you his delicacy made you feel superior.

And you didn't even think to make a fuss.
You took possession of what was yours anyway.
You were thirsty,
starving for the thrill.

~

Starting by absorbing the bandages made from his marks, which held your hands tied together, you freed yourself.
The second he got a scent of it, you already had him pinned to the floor.
Floored by your sudden act and your strength,
A begging look on his face gained prevalence.

Astir, you exacted obedience from him.
Claiming the treat that lured you in, your budding body raged.
What's his, was now yours.

You cuffed him badly with his own marks leaving reddish traces of your excitation on his body.
You smelled a whit of him being struck in awe.
Fixing his two hands and legs on each side with your legs by kneeling on top, you grind your exhilaration into his lap.
His hands were shaking.
There was really no way to tell whether he was trembling out of excitement
or fear.

By standing up abruptly, you cut off the teasing.
A sigh left his throat, which bared the agony he was in.
Having no regards for him, you dragged his body behind his throne, almost slamming him against it, as if it was a simple task for you.
While you stood in front of him, you watched him get a grip of himself.
You took a liking to see him like that.
He rubbed the back of his head, opened one eye to examine the soul he yearned for so badly and smirked:

"What was that for?"

Without caring to offer an answer, you kicked his right knee up to make him bend it. You then got on all fours.
By licking, you followed upwards along his left leg and stopped at his groin.
Seeing you look up from this perspective made him tremble.
Amused by that you laughed.
You could feel him feeling a little mortified already.
That got you going.
Hopping onto his lap, you squeezed your chest into his face. Pushing his head harder with your right hand, he started to suck on your nipple until you cocked your head.
But you did not plan on letting him off the hook that easily just now.
So you pinned him again by using his marks sliding out of you.

The air became more and more dense.
Unable to move he endured your teasing.
None of the times he exhaled were left to chance.
Birthing the air for him to inhale, you were also in charge of when he could do that.
It was you, who kept everything about him in check.
The thin line between him still being treated as a living being and him being used as a mere toy -
you balanced it with a buzz his heavy breathing bred deep down in your gut.

Still burying his head in your chest, you allowed him to free one hand. He instantly used it to grab you by your neck and squeezed it tightly.
You chuckled and gagged.
With your right hand you snatched the hand he chocked you with and squeezed your throat harder by pressing his hand. To regain the upper hand for good, using your other hand, you grabed his swelling errection.
A whine chimed beside your ears, as you thought you'd draw your last breath.

Finally released, you wasted no time to coat his cock with your already throbbing walls.
Curses rolled out of his mouth.

"Now, beg for it!",

were your words aiming at the king of curses, as you bounced back up.

You stood above him, with your legs spread open and your juice dripping onto him.
He looked up at you.

"Please...",

he muffled in despair.

"Why?",

you asked.

"I'm - I'm starving... for you...",

he began to stutter.

"You told me demons don't need to be fed..
Therefore they won't starve..."

"Please... I craved you for a long time now"

"..."

"...please ..."

"Well... eat then",

you pushed your kitty into his grateful face.

And he dined like the real king he is.