To My Master I Obliged

Preparations

•Sukuna's Pov•

I had suggested Y/n to relax for the rest of the day yesterday. But she still managed to do more work while I was busy with my "fun." So I decided to order her to take today off, The whole day. But it wasn't due to her not resting enough yesterday, she's always been one to work alot. It was because of my little incident that lead me to calling Akria.

-Previously-

"Akira! Meet me in my quarters!" I was walking fast, with purpose. To anyone who saw me would think I was upset, which would be mostly accurate. I was more frustrated, annoyed with that fact.

"Sir! What was it you needed?" Akira tilted her head looking me up and down.

Isn't obvious?

"Sir could you be-"

"Obviously Akira. Now will you gather someone to deal with it?" I shot her a glare. My patience thinning with every breath.

"Yes of course, do you have a preference?"

"Ugh, for the love of god Akira any pathetic cunt works!" The rage in my voice led to her taking a step back. Slight concern in her movement.

"I- Sorry sir, let me handle it for you." She had nervous smile, moving me to sit on my bed. Sitting down I removed my lower half signaling her to come take her place. She sat on her knees, glancing up at me.

She was hesitant, annoying.

Finally the tournament ended, she wrapped her small hands around my cock. Moving them in an up and down motion, slowly. Too slow.

"Nhg- Akira you better move faster." I glared down at her small frame. Lust completely talking over. Her face burned bright pink, and she picked up the pace. Making me look up at the ceiling. Honestly it was far from a good handjob. But I was to frustrated to care.

Suddenly I felt a wet tongue circle my tip. It began tracing my veins. Her hands rubbing just the base, preparing herself to take me. I looked back down at her and for a slight second I saw someone else. I wrapped my hand in her hair just to force the rest of her mouth to take me, still seeing her as someone else.

Only snapping back to reality when she started gagging, gripping at my sheets.

"Come on now Akira, surely you can take more then that." She looked at me with fear, tears forming in her eyes. Annoyed I pull her off of me. Letting her catch her breath.

"Grind on me."

"Sir I-"

"Now Akira." Each second I grew angrier. My glare only scaring her more, I couldn't care. She was sloppy, nor was she close to my type. But she straddled me, moving her hips at a decent pace, but with no rhythm. I gripped her hips startling her, and forcing her onto me harder. Her breathing was getting heavy, I looked at her face, she was looking down trying to calm herself. She looked so much better when she was scared. Now here she's sitting adjusting, and hiding her fear from me.

"God Akira you know I think you'll look better dead." Her eyes shot up to mine but before she could say anything I cut her head off. Letting her limp body fall.