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Sukuna had been deliberate. 

You had desired it. Dare you admit, perhaps needed it. 

Calloused, burning hands had ghosted along your bare and shivering skin. Every so often pointed nails had languidly clawed themselves along an expanse of flesh, and from it a shock of electric delight would send you into a fit of shudders. The rugged grate of twine being forced to mold to your uniquely crafted shape had gone unnoticed up until Sukuna’s spider-like fingers sun their weave until a jostling yank of the arm sealed the immaculate knots. 

Within your mind, you were left in a daze. It felt dreamlike, even - painted in the comforting soft of pastels. Enamoring visuals of Sukuna had washed over your every sense, sending a dizzying wave of mingled delight, warmth, awe, and anticipation to rattle your breathing. Hitches. The air sticks along the walls of your throat. Not once did he dare look at you as he strung your body to create his decadent doll, but he felt your gaze. It ravenously trailed along his jawline, lost in the slope of his cheek, and trailing longingly at the purse of blush lips. Sukuna’s mouth parted just slightly, and you watched in silent agony as he taunted you with a swipe of his tongue in mock concentration.

An arm had come out, snapping you back to reality. A strong defined hand latched to your hip, it’s warmth searing the soft cool of your stomach. A painful throb pulsed from between your legs, sending another shudder through your frame. Sukuna lifted you effortlessly before, to your surprise, you’d been settled down propped on your knees before the king himself. Your eyes, wide and glossy, peeked up through a curtain of lashes up to the man who stood before you like a languid big cat. Along the edges of Sukuna’s curved lips were the traces of a smirk.

“Better,” was the simple word given, an undertone of husk to the growl. The baritone of his voice echoed in your ears, lulling you further into the lust that was threatening to smother any coherent thought you could manage to form. Another painful throb pulsed, causing you to draw in the flesh of your bottom lip and bite to quell the demands.

Whether the two of you were lovers or simply opportunistic was up for debate, but there was seemingly no reason for either of you to complain. The moments shared in temporary bliss did not call in the moment or even thereafter for a label, as all that had mattered was the quality of your shared present. You had been swiftly reminded of this fact as your lips found themselves along the warmth of Sukuna’s shaft. Your eyes fluttered lower, a soft mewl escaping around him and being stifled. Despite the restraints, you found yourself relaxing, and with newfound peace you allowed yourself to succumb; Greedily you took him within, and almost too happily you felt him press into the back of your throat. A soft sigh escaped from you as your tongue lapped and mouth suckled, paired with a slow bob of your head. A flickering flame had lit itself live within your core, warming you from the inside out and causing your cheeks to burn warm. A jealous pulse from your cunt had made you wince just the slightest as you felt it's selfish protest. Your fingers twitched instinctively, hands desperately craving to reach down and embed themselves against your folds, but the ropes kept the limbs in their fixture behind your back.

Fuck, your mind echoed in an pant, frustration and giddy delight bubbling just beneath the surface of your skin. An eyebrow twitched from Sukuna, crimson irises glistening with satisfied curiosity.

Although he wasn't surprised, it never quite got old to witness you devolve beneath the palms of his hands. You who, like a stringed marionette, would keep yourself composed and in control with all of your puppet-strings straightened before a public audience. Yet in privacy, it was always you who ended up entangling your own strings and getting caught within yourself, to the point where your rile resulted in knots. Sukuna merely did you a favor by taking those same strings and turning your mess into a deliberate, contained domain to devolve. A puppet turned doll.

Further, you unwound. Your thighs trembled, knees aching with tension from holding your restrained body oh so obediently still. A familiar wetness slicked the skin of your inner thighs and soaked through thin lace that veiled your aching pussy. Your rhythm in bobbing along Sukuna’s cock had grown somewhat inconsistent; mind had begun to grow overtaken, thoughts clouding and contorting into fanatical fantasies of his cock slipping between your other set of lips. You’d attempt to snap yourself back into reality, but the way his cock filled your mouth and pressed into the back of your throat would throw you right back into the blissful yearning of lust.

A growl, low and rumbling like that of a purr to you, emitted from within the King’s throat. You hadn’t noticed; not a fatal error, but an error. Clawed digits wove themselves into the tresses of your hair before they cinched roughly into a fist. You’d been pulled away with a firm grip, saliva trailing from your lips in threads connected to the head of his cock before your skull was tilted back to gaze up at him.

Sukuna’s brow was lifted and a strange, lopsided sneer of a smile was flashed towards you. Your mind, snapped from it’s ravenous fog, scrambled and retraced the personal rules he’d enforced upon you, before with wide eyes you met his gaze. The King seemed merciful, if nothing based on pity having to witness you nearly cumming just from sucking him off.

“I suppose,” he purred, another hand coming to cradle your chin with a finger. His thumb brushed against your lip, sticky with saliva, it’s flesh being rolled along the curve of his nails; “If you want something done correctly, you do have to do it yourself.”

Your eyes widened. Searing warmth of his arm branded the thick of your ass and thighs, the steeled muscle beneath taut skin lifting your threaded body up once more. Your mind swayed, feeling as if in slow motion as you were roughly handled and forced face-down against a bedding of succulent fabrics, ornate pillows, and decorative throws of brilliant reds, golds, and whites. Your face pressed into the plethora of tactile, lovesick eyes focusing back on his image more clearly as your mind clambered to catch up with the sideways turn of your head.

A pressure against your folds snapped your attention enough to lift your head from the pillow to attempt a peer. Sukuna was perched, a hand wrapped along his base as he teased it along the slick wet of your heat. That lace fabric acted as the last, flimsily concealed barrier between yourself and him. You drew in a slight breath, the sound lodged in your throat. A calloused hand came out to run along the side of your ass and to rest in the comfortable curve of your hip. Sukuna indulged himself, feasting on the sight before him.

The garment you wore had been torn away. Although you couldn’t see, the sound of fabric cracking apart and the newfound cold against the heat of your pussy made your body tremble. An ache echoed through your core and it’d felt as if the beginnings of a high had crept within to fray the thoughts of your mind. Sukuna appeared to be in no rush, his palm holding your hip massaging at the flesh of your side idly and sending sparks flying across the surface of your skin. Instinctively your body arched, hips lifting further, as spine curved divinely down to illustrate a beautiful  landscape of slopes and unique curves of your body. The king of curses dined on the sight luxuriously, relishing the finer details that normally might go missed should one lose themselves.

His tip pressed against you in a touch that coaxed a soft moan to escape. Hands twitched, wanting to cover your mouth, but once again pitifully denied by the ropes binding them into immobility. Heat radiated from your cheeks and you turned your pretty features away into the silks and plush of the fabrics to hide in.

Sukuna was not opposed to a slower pace, but he was also not always a patient man when it came to taking what he wanted. Hips thrust themselves forward in a harsh rut and with a loud, guttural moan you wailed a profanity that had been muffled. You shuddered and gasped, the sensation of him parting and filling you only partially sending an ecstatic wave of pleasure through your body. You gasped as he rocked, your walls aching in protest as you felt him withdraw. Within you heat bubbled, causing a glistening sheen along your skin as you panted. More. Your mind had quelled, body ravenously craving the king above you as he gave you a smirk.

A blunt flash fire of pain along your ass and thigh followed with the harsh slap of skin made you audibly gasp and quiver. The sharp sting of the spank was swallowed by the addictive relief of Sukuna burying himself with a harsh buck of his hips. His cock stretched and filled, the length of it’s entirety making your eyes widen a bit before squeezing closed. Divine.

Sukuna was not a delicate man, but neither were you a delicate woman. His movements were rough, hips slamming into your ass with a lascivious wet sound as your entrance dripped in a satisfied drool. You’d tipped your head to the side, breaths coming in pants while your skin burned. Pleasure stacked upon itself, rolling against your frame in decadent waves that warmed you from the inside. It didn’t help that with every thrust, Sukuna’s cock would grind, push, press, or slam itself against your walls in just the right place that would make you whine a symphony of moans. The king above you grinned inwardly to himself, eyes glowering as they devoured the sight of you.

Burning. You felt like you were burning. Eyes squeezed shut and you whined, bracing the flames that licked across your skin. Every touch was growing overwhelming, your body beginning to tremble. Your mind echoed obscenities. Not yet, not yet, just not yet!

Alas, Sukuna was relentless. While your pleas to stave off the blissful undertow of an orgasm were loud within your mind, they were silent save for your babbling cries and consequently ignored. You suffocated your song into the pillows as your body wracked, buckling beneath the intoxicating peak of an orgasm. It’d felt as if time had stopped, but for Sukuna, it continued at his will. Unable to come down, you felt your mind beginning to numb as your orgasm stacked and built, the fire igniting your veins being tended.

For Sukuna, there were his own pleasures. You could do nothing. You were so entangled in your strings outwardly and inwardly that you could also say nothing. Your body was simply a given; the pleasures one gains in that department are a constant. A low sigh heaved from his chest, remnants of satisfied contentment laced in the sound as his hands found themselves twisting into your soft flesh. Like a terrifying big cat, nails clawed slowly, dragging with them raised and reddened skin that threatened to break. He’d been gentler before, but tonight was not that kind of night.

Your body quaked once more. It wasn’t until the third pea that you’d felt yourself numbed to thought. You’d abandoned rational, giving into nothing but intrinsic need.  More, you needed and wanted more. You were exhausted, yet still, you ravenously pushed and grinded your hips backwards. Harshly you would meet Sukuna’s ruts, and your body would plea again. Until, finally, it felt as if something within you snapped.

If it had to be described, it was almost as if you were crashed into. A strangled wail ripped from your throat, loud even though the pillows, and Sukuna grinned to himself. Your body convulsed in a broken shudder and with a rush of warmth, slick wet squirted and drenched your inner thighs. You panted, legs threatening to give way. The sheer relief from the pressure, heat, and violent undertow of raging tides of ecstasy left you dazed, but you didn’t get to rest for very long. Sukuna let out something of a laugh, single handedly lifting you up to re-steady your spent body back upright.

Although not annoyed, this was far more effort than Sukuna would have liked. Matters were taken once more into his own hands. You were lifted and suspended into his arms, your bound thighs straddling open and sopping lips perched precariously at the tip of his cock. You peered at him, curtained eyes glassy in a haze of lust while pretty lips had grown bruised from your cruel gnawing. It took all of Sukuna’s will not to just give in there, but still, he flashed you a curved smile through a hungry, half-lidded stare. The emotion was impossible for you to read, but somewhere within you told you that he, in that moment, was genuinely satisfied.

You were lowered with ease. You sighed as you were filled, your pelvis throbbing a gentle wave of pleasure. Sukuna comfortably fell into a rhythm, hips bucking up while strong, calloused hands that burned against your body bounced you up before lowering down. The melody of sounds you uttered were haunting alongside the crude wet slaps of your ass grinding against his cock.

Sukuna hadn’t stopped, even when you were brought to orgasm once more. He’d fucked you right through it, watching with a smug sense of pride as you’d squirted around his girth that kept you full. It wasn’t until he’d rolled himself forward, pushing you back down beneath him into the fabrics of the bed in your ass raised high, and he’d found himself atop you with a hand curling itself tightly along the muscles of your neck did Sukuna really find himself entertaining an end to this.

The grin he wore was handsome as he sneered down to you, sharp teeth flashing beneath his upper lip. You endured the pounding, head tipped back and eyes shut as you sang your chorus of pleasure. Sukuna’s final thrusts were hard, painful almost, until he’d slowed to partial dips. You felt him throb within you, and with eyes fluttering open you peered with wide eyes down. He fucked you through it, relishing every last lingering sensation. Sukuna remained still for a moment, breathing in soft pants, before unceremoniously he straightened himself. You watched as he withdrew, your pants soft and mingled with soft mewls as you felt his cum drip from your spent pussy onto the silken fabrics below.

Sukuna chuckled, the sound low and throaty as he stood himself up. You were lost in the afterglow, basking in its warmth and satisfied tranquility. The King of Curses wiped at his mouth with a clawed thumb before murmuring;

It had taken some time, but you had slipped yourself away long enough to gather items for a shower. Towels, the dildo, bottles of lubricant, and the leftover clothes. You wouldn’t wear the garments; they would be carried with you to inevitably be transported into the laundry room afterwards. You’d take care of that tomorrow, or something. However, the dildo was easy enough to clean. Especially alongside your body and there was no use doing the two separately in your mind. A simple black robe was loose along your body as arms held onto the warm towels and you shuffled your way out of the spare bedroom through the hallways leading into the living room. With an open space concept, the kitchen overlooked the living room in an open bar-style kind of look. Curled up fast asleep along the couch was a familiar redhead. You came to a pause in your quiet steps. [Color] eyes observed the serenity of your partner, his toned body nestled beneath the soft of downy blankets with various items strewn within arms reach. Along the television an anime was quietly playing, one of a yellow haired ninja. You knew it was a favorite show of Chigiri’s. Smile was fond. Temptation to wake him was stifled by a care for the other, but also due to how desperately you needed to clean yourself off.

As quietly as you could manage, you escaped into the master bedroom and it’s bathroom where you began preening your hair, body, nails, skin care - the routine was followed in quiet movements, keeping mindful about the way water would crash onto the water sealed flooring so as to not rouse the other members. When you’d felt satisfied in your grooming and with the cleansing of the toy, water was cranked off. Hair was taken care of appropriately and tended to no longer drip before being placed up and out of your way.

When you made your way back out to the living room, Chigiri was still sound asleep. Fond smile returned as the space between the two of you was closed across the room. You had found a careful seat along the chaise portion of the couch that the cat had nested himself to sleep. Hand was careful as it reached out to pet along the crown of soft, shiny hair and around his ears. The soft fuzz flickered alive before pink eyes cracked themselves open with a soft, drowsy trill that led into an immediate purr. Touch was recognized.

“[Name]?” The cat murmured sleepily, the sounds quiet in their dazed babble.

Your eyes softened along the edges of your widening smile, heart warm and affections high. Your own words were soft in return, a lean to your body accompanying them to lull him awake; “You look awfully cozy.”

Pink eyes blinked slowly a few times, as if dusting away the drowsiness long enough to allow for him to focus. A hand came up to rub along the corner, the sound from his chest a lowered hum that was gravelly along the edges of his purr. R’s were rolled when he spoke; “What’re you doin’?”

Your petting extended downwards, fingers combing away fine locks of pink hair and nails gently massaging his skull before they’d tickle at his neck when palm cradled the back of his head. Chigiri visibly melted, eyes falling back closed and head leaning back down into one of the soft blankets he’d been using in his nest as a makeshift pillow.

“I was getting ready to sleep,” she offered calmly. “Wanna come? It’s awfully late; the couch can’t be much better than a nice, warm bed.”

Ear flickered a little. Beneath the blanket body shifted so his torso was twisted, chest and stomach upturned while pelvis and legs remained curled on their side. While somewhat uncomfortable to you, it’d meant nothing to his natural flexibility. Words remained slow, mind slipping between the veils of consciousness and finding that peaceful equilibrium between; “‘m comfy. Don’ wanna move.”

Your lips pursed thoughtfully. Well, who were you to tell him ‘no’? After a thoughtful pause, the sound of the television being the only background noise provided, your own words were slow with embedding tiredness; “If that’s what you’d like, Princess.” When your body pushed up to stand, a hand that supposedly ‘didn’t wanna move’ reached out to latch onto your wrist. You had paused, head tilting somewhat as eyes watched Chigiri peek back up at you with a pouty frown. The cat’s stare flickered away, cheeks warming. The words were muffled, but enough to make out around the hide behind the blanket; “Don’ go.”

You considered it quietly. Pink eyes were big in their finicky travel from you to the television screen and back at you. Pupils were wide, big and round from the absence of light, cute and pretty in the frame of long lashes. Brow had pulled, taught and downturned sympathetically. While it was no puppy dog beg, it was a feline’s petulant equivalent; his ears lowering in their relaxed outwards swivel in a way that made your heart pang sympathetically. A resigned sigh had been given as you caved in your sink back down to him, earning a smile formed behind the soft plush of fabric. Proving his claim of not wanting to move completely false, the cat untwisted himself and shifted so that you could lay down beside him. Chigiri happily moved the blankets that acted as a barrier between your bodies aside in favor of nuzzling into the softness of your breasts and curling up affectionately against your side. You noted the touch, your legs shifting in response as anticipation built. It wouldn’t be unlike Chigiri to tease and coax.

“What were you watching?” you asked idly, gaze giving the tv an ounce of pure attention for the first time.

The cat looked up at you with his eyes, tail flicking once curiously in it’s drape along one of your ankles; “Shippuden. Has the better fights, in my opinion. You’d probably like it if you ever wan’na watch it with me.”

“Maybe,” you mused halfheartedly, turning attention away from the television to focus instead on him. Chigiri noticed, affectionately nuzzling closer to you. He’d felt warm along your barely clad skin, the mold of his frame illustrated in your mind etched by memory.

Whether your answer was satisfactory or not didn’t quite matter. You’d noticed in the way Chigiri nuzzled, hips rolling into your side as he’d cuddled closer by wrapping his arms around your midsection in a cute hug. It’d seemed the redhead had a few desires, unspoken yet still noticed by you. What it was with men and their ability to wake up absolutely horny was something you’d never quite understood, yet in this moment, there was some appreciation for.

In contrast to a puppy, a kitty was much quieter. Sprawled along his side, leg was lifted lazily up and held onto with a hook of his arm keeping it propped. Symbiotically, his calf pressed heavily down onto arm in it’s rest. You were freed to do as you’d promised after collecting the necessary items. Blankets could thankfully always be washed, but being a male and feline, there was always the natural lower availability to lubricant. Finger was careful, sinking slowly into his ass knuckle-deep. It was always this way, and while Chigiri didn’t always appreciate it initially, the eventual build up was always what he’d inevitably crave - just like now. The cat’s free hand idly kneaded at the blankets when you had found your pace. Pink irises fell crescented, black pupils flickering between watching you, looking at your face, and looking away. The attentiveness would fall; it always did.

“I know you don’t like how long it takes,” you murmured softly, your smile kind. “You’re so good at being patient.”

Chigiri’s cheeks flushed, the praise eliciting an ache from his cock in its stiffening. “Doesn’t your hand ever hurt? We can just go fast.”

You laughed a little, head shaking. “But you don’t want that right now.”

The truth hadn’t felt that obvious to the person it should have, but thankfully, you had come to know his telltale signs. The rocking of hips against your thigh, the press of his ass against your pelvis in his straddle over your lap in their play wrestling, and the melting of him when being held so possessively; all subtle little things that’d begged for something indulgent. Besides, the stereotype was that cats loved fresh milk, yeah?

Your fingers eased into a languid in and out, pads of your fingertips kneading against the sticky soft inside that made Chigiri’s ears perk up and legs twitch. The cat eased into your pleasing, hips relaxing further in his leg’s lounge upwards and against himself. Red eyes watched your hands lazily, cock throbbing as it’d hardened.

“You’re teasing,” the cat whined obstinately, tail lashing once.

“No I’m not,” you cooed back comfortingly, pressing firmer in your glides inwards. Chigiri’s breaths changed first, deepening in their controlled inhale and exhale. Next observation made on your behalf were those cute claws of his. Palms would knead and nails would dig, sinking deeper in their comforting stim. For you, physical desire had long been satiated, but it wasn't as if there was nothing to take pleasure in. Emotionally, your heart remained warm, an adoration flowing freely as words were loving; “You’re being so patient this time, baby.”

Chigiri’s ears folded, but nonetheless the teasing was tolerated as your fingers worked over a particularly sensitive spot. Red eyes fell hooded as they gazed glassily forwards at the seams of the couch, hands absentmindedly tending to their kneading. Cock had begun to ooze lazily, the drip slight at first before building into a steady dribbling. Finally, the cat found enough energy to respond back lazily; “It feels good.”

You laughed a little, your other hand moving to grab for his leaking cock. Your fingers wrapped around the shaft of him before palm warmed his length. The stroking motion you’d adopted made hips buck a bit involuntarily, brow twitching as his cock oozed particularly thick streams of cum. The teasing, to you, was extremely cute. Choosing to entertain yourself further, you’d slowed the pacing of your rutting fingers and leaned down enough for lips to kiss along the head of the cat’s cock. Chigiri whimpered softly, feeling the softness of your peeking tongue that stole tiny licks parted between your lips when you’d kissed along his shaft. You’d graced him with a lap of your tongue before craning your head back up, your slowed hand resuming it’s rhythmic fucking inside of him. The redhead’s breaths were soft and audible, the whistle whine of them cute to you.

Your touches along his cock and the consistent drive of your fingers inside of him had made cock finally begin to twitch, which had invigorated you. The warmth and wet of your tongue glided along his length and circled around the soft of his head, which made Chigiri mewl a soft moan as hips bucked. Kindly, you’d wrapped your lips around him and bobbed twice, allowing for the cat to trill a whine when you’d pulled away at his throbbing. While internally he wailed in protest, you weren’t entirely cruel. Hands returned to their loyal rubbing, soothing the ache for your mouth as cock throbbed before spilling along his own self. Excess dripped, staining your palms with sticky gloss that’d slicked your stroking further.

His pants were low but audible, a delightful sound that echoed in your ears. You could feel him tense around your fingers, where you’d allowed him a moment to catch his breath. When it’d seemed okay, you’d slipped yourself free and shifted yourself back to drape along the couch where you had previously. Excess leakage on your hands had been wiped away with the towel you’d brought over with you earlier from your shower, where you internally thanked the you from the past. Chigiri, seemingly having recovered relatively quickly, had pushed himself up onto all-fours. In true, catlike fashion, the redhead stretched himself in a way that pushed ass up into the air with an arch of his back before curling forward into a crawl. The motion landed the feline hybrid into a straddle along your lap, where a leaky cock dripped down into the space between your legs. Stray droplets landed along your underwear, but you’d given it no hold over you. Instead, your attention was focused on Chigiri’s arm’s lacing around your neck and body leaning to arch in close up against you. You’d caught the feline’s lips in a sweet kiss, the touch innocent enough at first. As more were granted, fangs had found themselves pinching delicately along your bottom lip; an invitation. There was a brief moment of deliberation before you’d willingly parted your lips for him.

Tongues were swift in their meeting, taste light as Chigiri’s fingers teased along your neck and within pieces of your hair. You’d shifted, placing the cat more along one side of your lap, where he’d settled for straddling along the thick of your thigh instead. With the intimate kisses, the redhead’s hips ground down against you, the movement a slow roll to ebb away the craving. You’d smiled inwardly to yourself, lips pressing a harsher kiss to the cat’s lips before roughly parting from his grasp. Chigiri pouted a bit, flushed lip swollen as cherry eyes watched for you. Hips rolled again, his cock warm against your bare thigh. One of your arms extended, hooking along the hybrid’s waist and dragging him forwards into you.

“I can tell you’re getting tired,” you’d murmured, lips pressing to his collar bones. Chigiri’s pout deepened, eyes glancing sideways into the dark before looking back down to where you’d latched yourself to the nape of his lower neck and shoulder. Skin was soft and scented sweetly, with an edge of something darker that’d hooked you in quite heavily. Regardless if he’d listened, you continued; “Why don’t we go to bed, kitty? Aren’t you satisfied?”

Chigiri hummed. When you’d untethered yourself for air, the cat shifted himself to curl up against you in your lap. Head tucked up neck to your own, face nuzzling into your neck as Chigiri’s ears flickered until they’d settled in their relaxed fold.

“Not here,” you huffed, shifting as you’d sat yourself up. The redhead pouted, deflating in your lap with hands falling to rest along your upper chest and shoulders.

“Wakasa, pleeeease,” you whined, seated in his lap in a straddle along his hips with arms laced in a necklace around his neck and shoulders. Imaushi just chuckled a little, hand along your hip where his thumb grazed along the soft plush of your skin tenderly. The touch made you practically purr, back arching a bit to press your bare clad chest against his own as head found itself nestling into the crook of his neck.

Other hand of Wakasa’s had travelled to your ass where he’d palmed at the rounded flesh, the entirety of his hand cupping at the bottom one of your cheeks and the grip allowed for fingers to curl up towards your aching cunt. Pads of his fingers just barely ghosted along the wet of your pussy’s lips, feeling the slick of anticipation and teasing you in the cruelest of ways. You mewled at the touch, dipping hips down to encourage him, but Imaushi didn’t move further.

“Gotta use your words, baby,” the man murmured, turning his head to kiss wherever he could reach. You pouted a little, nudging at his chin with your forehead as fingers curled to play with the loose strands of his hair now let down free.

You pushed yourself to sit up a bit straighter, still melted practically into his body, but enough to look him in the face with lips mere centimeters away from his own. You pressed a soft kiss to them, which he of course returned with a little hum, but your plan hadn’t worked. You didn’t want to say it; he already knew what you wanted, so why should you? It was so unfair!

“Waka,” you whimpered again.

“[Name,]” was the simple reply back, those hooded violet eyes studying your pretty face.

You practically threw a little fit. Hips shifted in your wiggle of a tantrum, body sitting straighter causing tits to shift and bounce in a way that caught his attention. Violet eyes flickered down to stare, eliciting a small sense of pride from within you, before they flickered back up to your face. You huffed, pressing elbows to your sides to squish the flesh of your chest together and purse your breasts up to practically stare him down. Wakasa humored you, allowing his gaze to trail back down to stare and remain there.

“Still not your words,” he offered cooly before craning himself down to take a pert nipple into his mouth. You squeaked, cheeks growing warm as you watched him lick, suckle, and nip at the bud. Pussy ached in jealousy.

You suffered in the pleasure, little mewls pouring from your lip as hips ground down in his lap, desperate for any sort of attention. To your dismay, the hand along your ass had moved, roaming back to your hips to match alongside the other and keep you rooted in place. You finally whimpered, words a shrill little wail; “Daddy, please, just fuck me already! I don’ wanna be teased ‘nymore!”

The man chuckled, popping the bud from his lips and moving to press a kiss to your lips. You practically sank into him, tasting the sweetness along his lips. He chained them in threes, distracting you long enough for his hand to slide itself down from your hip and cup over your poor neglected pussy. You gasped a little into his mouth, feeling as a finger circled first around the pert of your clit before two other skilled digits parted your lips wide open. You shivered, the cold air kissing the heat of your pussy before one of those devilish fingers - the one, if you had to guess, along your clit - reached down to curl itself and slip up inside of you. You moaned softly, feeling the way he buried himself into the knuckle before he slowly began to ease himself back out. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he found that sweet, spongy bit within you; the soft pad of his finger circling and massaging at the tender spot with a certain delicacy that left you whimpering and beginning to squirm above him.

“A-ah, Wakasa…” you breathed, breaking free from his chains of kisses long enough to tightly hug himself towards you and bury your face within both his neck and your arms. Hips began to circle and grind down into his palm, eager for more of the magic his fingers worked. You could hear the wet, the squelches of your cunt a testament to how well he was working you over.

“You like that, Princess?” he breathed into your ear before lips pressed themselves to your head. You nodded, teeth connecting with your bottom lip as you drew in shaky breaths. You could feel it, the warmth in your gut as the pleasure began to grow within you and spread out through your whole body from your pelvis. Fingers and toes curled as he introduced a second finger, movements shifting away from teasing and massaging to long strokes of his fingers slipping in and out.

You knew he would continue until you came, but it wasn’t what you truly wanted. While nice, it wasn’t enough; it wasn’t his cock stretching you out, filling you all the way up with his cum. You swallowed, turning your head enough for lips to graze against his ear in a whisper; “Daddy?”

The gang leader's lips curled up into a smile to himself, eyes sliding to their corners to stare. “Mm?”

You bit your lip. Finally, you mustered up the courage; “I-I want more… S’not enough.”

Imaushi hummed. Fingers gently removed themselves from your confines and you felt him shift himself to be perched just at the edge of the bed, enough for your legs to dangle down over the sides of his lap. He didn’t make you move - he never would - and instead shifted your hips up further in his lap. You stayed latched to him, pretty eyes studying his profile with a look of besot.

“Can’t say no to my Princess, now can I?” he offered casually.

You shook your head no, confirming that sentiment.

“Lift yourself up a bit for me, baby,” when you had, he smiled, fingers trailing up along your back tenderly, the touch making you shiver just a little. “Yeah, just like that. Good girl. Now,” other hand was along your hip, guiding you down. “Nice and slow for me, alright?”

You obeyed the gentle instructions, and to your delight, you’d felt the head of his cock pressing up along your entrance. You smiled wide as your hips lowered further, feeling him slowly part past your lips. The feeling was like no other, one you relished as every inch was taken in and stretched you until you’d felt him fully buried inside of you. Head tipped back a bit and you moaned, that smile never leaving your features.

He didn’t make you work for it. Instead, the violet and blonde haired man lifted your hips up for you, bouncing you up and down along his cock at a languid pace. You sighed, nestling closer into him and hugging his neck close to yourself as your body molded back down into his own.

“Mmm… Daddy you feel so good~” you mewled out, smile stretching wider as he buried himself particularly deep. Your hips ground down, pausing him in his movements to reverie in the sensations and feel the way he stretched you out. The man allowed you to indulge, hands now free to roam along your body where he rubbed along the length of your back and sides.

You couldn’t help it. With how nice he’d stretched you, how good he felt buried inside of you, you needed a little more. You’d lifted your hips up before slamming them back down, taking a harsh pump of his cock and bellowing a soft moan. You’d detangled yourself from him long enough to push yourself back up, hands poised on his shoulders to keep your balance as you fell into a harsh bob up and down along his cock. The sound of skin slapping against skin sounded throughout the bedroom, Walasa all the while trailing his eyes to watch the way his cock disappeared within you. Violet irises travelled up the unique slopes and curves of your body before falling to take in the pretty features of your face, a soft moan slipping from his lips.

“Fuck, Princess,” he breathed, a little crooked grin forming on his handsome features. “Lookin’ pretty up on your throne for me?”

You felt your cheeks burn but you were too focused on how good it felt to take the genuine compliment. One of Wakasa’s hands moved to your hips where it held onto the concave of your thigh and pelvis, thumb extending out enough to play with your clit. You whimpered and mewled, the touch sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. The circling made it all feel overwhelming; his cock pumping in and out of you, the head of him with each of your movements grazing against your sweet spot. Your body trembled, legs beginning to shake as breathing turned into quick pants.

It wasn’t long before you unwound. It was like a chord snapped within you, and with a wail your orgasm crashed into your body and overtook you. Vision blotted as the white hot pleasure splashed throughout your frame, wracking it and sending you into shivers of trembles. Wakasa groaned, your pussy clamping down on him so tightly he faltered. One hand grabbed to keep you steady as his hips bucked up into you, fucking you through the orgasm and making you gasp and shake with every single thrust. It wasn’t until he slowed, teeth gritting and knuckles whitening in their tight grip along your hip that you felt the warmth of his cum.

The man slumped back against the bed, perching himself on his elbows. Chest heaved slowly and violet eyes stared down, watching as his cum stickied himself and your thighs in it’s arduous leak from your confines. You, however, glowed. A smile was on your lips as you peered at the man, leaning yourself forwards and splaying hands over his chest.

Wakasa laughed a little, reaching a hand up to brush away pieces of your hair away from your face; “Feeling a little better, baby girl?”