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──    ♡ CONTENT : Puppy Play/Pet Play, Leash and Collar usage, Degradation, Overstimulation, Praise, Watersports, CNC (I think)

Ryomen Sukuna to the outside world is a dangerous, cold blooded killer of a man. A ruthless Kumicho of the Shinjuku Syndicate. He’s known to be a very traditional man, old fashioned to the core—rejecting the aesthetics of modernity.

And you? You’re just a pretty face that he plucked you off the street after watching you get thrown out an underground club for spitting in a man’s face.

What’s a word to describe you? Damsel in distress? Not exactly. You had far too much spite burning in your eyes to be watered down to a mere damsel. Other men looked past you the way they might glance at something small and unremarkable—then look away with a dismissing sniff. But you were quite interesting to him in a way.

You weren’t stupid either—you knew exactly what kind of man he was the night he crouched down in front of your kneeling body in that dark alleyway, calmly presenting his hand to you, not a single emotion in those dark eyes of his. Still, you took his hand.

Now you walk the halls of his vast estate—not as a servant—as his spoiled little toy.

“Come here.” Ryomen stood at the front of the bed, eyes calm, voice devoid of any emotion that hinted at any displeasure he felt, if he felt any at all. He wore a suit today instead of his usual dark hakama robes. In one he held a leash, the other held nothing—resting loosely against his side.

His calmness only made your heart race. You misbehaved while he was gone dealing with ‘important matters’—had tried leaving the estate without his permission. Your little attempt ended with his men redirecting you back to your room; you didn’t go without a fight. The fresh scar across one of the men’s faces said enough.

You hesitated for only a second then stood up from the bed. One step was all you managed. “Crawl.”

A rush of heat slammed through your body, making your skin prickle till goosebumps formed. It wasn’t humiliation, or maybe it was. You stopped feeling humiliation a long time ago, so you slowly dropped to your knees and crawled until his shiny black dress shoes appeared between your hands that felt clammy against the smooth dark wood floors.

“Do you have something to tell me, hm?” He spoke quietly, almost gently—it made your skin crawl. You swallowed, the sound audible in the stillness of the room, followed by your own shaky exhale. You refused to meet his eyes. “No.”

A hard lie.

“Mm” he hummed, crouching down without another word, the leash in his hand audibly creaked from one tight squeeze he gave it. “Well, that’s interesting, isn’t it, pup. I was told something rather interesting happened today. Would you like me to tell you what I was told? Or would you rather tell me yourself.”

You broke apart within seconds of those words.

“I’m sorry.” A single whimpered apology. He didn’t react, only a soft exhale that brushed against your hairline. “For what?” He eventually said, his free hand sliding under your chin to lift your eyes to his. He looked almost bored while your own eyes were wide and glossy with tears threatening to spill. You sniffled wetly, body already starting to tremble. “For…for misbehaving.”

A little twitch in the corner of Ryomen’s mouth almost gave away to the clear amusement he was getting from seeing you in distress. “So vague,” he said teasingly. “You have all the things you could ever want here and yet you continue to try and leave, even maimed my men in the process.”

He exhaled heavily, dramatically. “What should I do with you? Perhaps throw you back out into the street, you seem determined to be a little stray again.”

You jolted forward, your hands grabbing at his thighs. “No! I promise, I’m just so bored..”

“Bored.” Ryomen echoed, this time not even hiding his amusement. “Oh my poor puppy, she’s so bored, what will I ever do.”

You whimpered pitifully, leaning forward to press your face into his neck. “M’sorry..”

Ryomen chuckled. “Yes, I’m aware of that.”

He shifted underneath you, sliding one hand down your spine then back up—settling at the back of your neck. A whimper escaped you unbidden, your hips wiggling just a tiny bit.

“Now then, pup.” His hold on the back of your neck tightened a fraction, sending a white hot rush down your spine—the heat settled between your thighs. “Sit up.”

You straightened back into a sit within seconds, hands resting on your lap.

Ryomen stayed crouching, gave your head a soft pat, then clicked the leash to your collar, the single dog bone tag jingled as your collar shifted under the weight of the leash tugging you forward to your hands once more.

“Good girl, such a good puppy.”

You melted at the praise instantly, hips giving another wiggle; if you had a tail it would’ve been wagging so fast it’d turn into a blur.

“Now what am I going to do with you? You need to learn your lesson.” He spoke casually, his grip on the leash was loose until it wasn’t. He wrapped it around his hands until it was pulled taut, forcing you off your hands with a sharp tug that made you yelp. “Hush.”

You stifled the whimper that was building up in your throat—partially because he demanded it, other reason being your collar was squeezing your windpipe tight. Your hands grabbed at his pants, nails scratching at the rich fabric. Ryomen didn’t react to it nor to the strangled noise you let out. He didn’t release some of the leash until your hold on him was starting to slacken along with your body sagging.

As soon as the pressure released, you sucked in air greedily, drool dripping down your chin to the hardwood floor and his shoes.

He clicked his tongue at that. “So messy.”

You couldn’t even regain your composure. Sukuna tugged you forward, making you crawl after him across the unforgiving hardwood. He stopped at the bed. “Up.” He commanded calmly, tugging your leash to guide you onto the mattress. You obeyed without a second thought—heart hammering, head spinning.

Ryomen positioned you onto your back, letting go of the leash once he had you where he wanted you. You squirmed once, that single move earned you a sharp slap on your left inner thigh. “Aht. Stay.”

A silent war raged in your brain the second Sukuna’s hands traced down your sides to your waist then to your hips before settling on your tightly clenched thighs. “Is my puppy being shy? Or is she hiding something?”

He eased your shorts and panties down with ease. “Ah, you were hiding something.” He chuckled lightly, sliding a hand down past your navel to the mound of your pussy. You almost squirmed, impatience rearing its ugly head. “Already so wet.”

You were about to close your legs again when he landed a sharp cracking slap against your glistening folds, the sharp crack of his palm against your folds sent a jolt of electricity straight through your body, leaving your fingertips and toes buzzing—the sting bloomed into a deep, throbbing heat that made your breath hitch. Your legs snapped shut without a second thought, trapping his wrist between your thighs. “You know better than that, pup.” He tsked.

He didn’t bother pulling himself free, instead his fingers began to move, tracing up and down your slit slowly, each pass dragging his fingertips through your wetness. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” His voice was a low, mocking drawl. “You’re just so naughty today, huh? Even denying me now.” His tone was far too casual from what he was doing currently, pushing a single finger into you. “Naughty little bitch.” The word rolled off his tongue like fine wine.

If any other man had called you a ‘bitch’ you would’ve thrown a drink in their face, but Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t any man, you melted into his touch. A soft, breathy moan escaping you as he added a second finger, working them both deeper until his palm was flush against your cunt. Your legs, once clamped shut, were now parting like melted butter. “Mmm, there we go.” He began to pump his fingers at a leisurely pace, the slow pace had your walls clenching around his digits with every pull—the sounds of your pussy audibly weeping around his pistoning fingers had your face growing hot.

The slow pace only lasted a few minutes.

He sped his fingers up without warning, making your hips buck up against his hand, a high pitched whimper left you before you could swallow it down. You bit down on your knuckles, trying to muffle the sounds steadily clawing out your throat.

“No.” His free hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and yanking your hand away from your mouth—a thin trail of spit connecting from your mouth to your knuckle snapping away. You swallowed thickly, more moans spilling out of you, louder and far more desperate without your fingers muffling them. His other hand still buried knuckle deep in your cunt slowed—just enough to curl his fingers, adding a third in the process. Your mind swam at the stretch, wet lashes fluttering. “S-Suk..nngh..” He didn’t pause to answer your jumbled words, he pushed all three fingers deep, kept them there till your thighs began to tremble then pulled them back; repeated the motion twice then resumed his brutal pace from before.

You tried to pull your wrist free, wanted to hide your face in the crook of your elbow, bite back your noises that were starting to crawl embarrassingly high now. His grip only tightened in response, fingers digging deep into your skin.

“You don’t get to hide after disobeying. Look at me.”

You refused by squeezing your eyes shut, turning your head away from him. His fingers slid out, the sudden withdrawal had your hips rocking up in search of his touch. Instead of finding his touch a sharp slap landed directly on your clit—hard enough to make your entire body flinch, a gasp wringing itself from your throat, and your thighs slammed closed. He opened them right back open, landing more strikes with direct precision. “Look. At. Me.”

You whined loudly in complaint, squeezing your thighs around his wrist in a poor attempt to lessen the blows. The authority in his tone, the cold command sent a quiet shudder of delight straight to your pussy. Slowly, you turned your head, meeting his gaze with teary eyes. He looked pleased. “Good girl.”

He gave another slap to your pussy, the sting making your hips jolt again and your thighs tighten around his wrist. “Open them. I wanna see your pretty pussy make a mess on my fingers.” He slid all three fingers back inside you in one smooth motion the moment your thighs parted under his command. The pace was immediately rough, all three digits curling to hit your sweet spot. He never looked away from your eyes, neither did you, even when your eyes threatened to roll into the back of your skull.

“Fuc-Fuck..” You gasped as a sudden knot coiled tight in your abdomen, your thighs beginning to quiver uncontrollably. You managed to wrench your wrist free, desperate to grab at his other hand that was making a mess of you—he had your wrist in his hold before your fingertips could even graze him.

“What? My little puppy can’t handle her pretty little pussy getting stuffed?” He tutted, going even harder. You nearly cried. “Slow..please..”

He grinned sharply. “Why? Gonna cum?” You nodded your head, sniffling and blinking away unshed tears.

“Good.”

He sped up even more, his fingers moved at an almost punishing pace. Your back arched off the bed for a split second, a strangled cry tore from your throat as the knot in your abdomen grew tighter and tighter till it snapped—you came with a trembling whine that died midway in your throat. Your walls clamped down around his fingers that were still pounding in and out of you.

“One down,” he murmured, pulling his fingers out just to slap your swollen clit again—the way your body reacted to it made Ryomen grin. “My poor pup’s so sensitive now.” He cooed as he slid his fingers back inside, curling them once more against your spot, you whimpered at the pressure.

You were still twitching from the aftershocks, your nerves raw and hypersensitive to every shift in his touch. You were going to plea with him again, beg for him to slow down, but all coherent thoughts in your head were drowned out by the sensation of Sukuna’s fingers diving deep inside you. You couldn’t escape it no matter how much you tried squirming your hips away. He stopped it by pressing his other hand down onto your lower belly, pinning you to the mattress.

“None of that now, you know better than that.” He chided. His voice was calm, almost bored, his fingers still worked into you relentlessly—pumping, scissoring, pressing against your g-spot with each inward thrust. The pressure from before was starting to build again, sharp and overwhelming, mixed with a desperate pressure in your bladder. You tried to clench tighter, to hold it in, but every curl of those fingers kept the pressure there.

You came again, this one crested faster than the first one—leaving your pussy fluttering weakly. You reached a hand down to grab at his wrist between your thighs. “Sukuna..please..”

All your plea did was make him smile down at you, that look of satisfaction and amusement ever growing—though you couldn’t see it through your tears.

Not once did the pace slow down after that—your hold on his wrist tightened, nails digging marks into his skin. He didn’t even flinch, his full focus was on making you wither underneath him.

“Such a good job, pup. Give me one more.”

You nodded your head, words failing you. The pressure in your bladder was unbearable now, mixing with the building pleasure until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your third orgasm felt like a violent dam breaking away—an almost scream tore from your throat. All the pressure in your bladder released all at once, a warm broken stream of urine gushed out of you, soaking his hand, splashing against his wrist and dripping onto the sheets.

You fully sobbed from how heavy the release felt, covering your face with your free hand. Ryomen didn’t remove your hand, his eyes were zeroed on between your thighs—his fingers kept moving, slower now, massaging your throbbing walls as the broken stream tapered off, leaving only audible squelches and your muffled sobs. He lifted his hand away eventually, slick with your cum and piss.

You refused to look at him—still sniffling and crying. Ryomen huffed a soft laugh, watching you for a moment then slid his still wet hand down, pressing two fingers into your sore, over sensitive walls one more time—just to hear you whimper.

“You promised one more.” You sniffled. “I promised nothing.” He hummed in response, sliding his hand away. “But I’ll be nice today.”

All my self respect goes out the window when it comes to this man (◞‸◟ㆀ) I will never EVER write anything piss related again (unless Soff delicious art influences me teehee)

THIS TOOK ME 3 HOURS TO WRITE! IF THIS FLOPS I'M TAKING A SWAN DIVE IMMEDIATELY.

──    ♡ CONTENT : Pussy Eating & Praise. Oral Fixation (implied).

No one warned you that dating a Pro Hero meant dealing with insane amounts of stamina in the bedroom. With how busy their schedules seem to be anyone would’ve assumed their libido would be practically nonexistent, but here you are laying deep in Japan’s NO. 12 hero’s bed with your legs spread for the sixth time in just one week.

Your thighs tremble as Eijiro’s big, calloused hands spread you wide, his sharp teeth grazing your inner thighs just enough to make you gasp. He’s on his knees between your legs, red eyes locked on your glistening cunt like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in all twenty-four years of living.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, voice rough and low, already sounding wrecked. “You smell so damn good.”

His hot breath fans over your clit before his tongue dives in, flat and broad, licking a slow, filthy stripe from your entrance up to your clit. You buck against his mouth, fingers twisting and tugging in his messy red hair, earning a hungry muffled growl—a deep, needy rumble that vibrates straight through you.

“Mmmph… so sweet,” he moans right into your pussy, even muffled, you could hear the desperation. His tongue circles your clit, lapping hungrily, his nose pressing into your mound as he buried his face deeper, moaning louder with every sloppy suck and swipe.

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” Eijiro whined, hearing the whine in his voice and the sight of your hardened hero reduced to a moaning and growling mess has your stomach fluttering. His hips start grinding against nothing, his cock straining in his pants, but he doesn’t stop, he’s too far gone to, not even to pause and take a breath. Two thick fingers pushing inside you made your back arch slightly. “Eiji,” you whined—he just moaned in response, curling his fingers just right while his tongue flicked relentlessly. “Love this pretty pussy… mmm, yeah, clench on me just like that.”

You cry out at the added pressure inside, thighs clamping around his head until he pried them open again with his wide shoulders, moaning for you to stay open for him. “Please don’t hide from me. I need it. I need you.” He puts his entire focus on your clit, his fingers pumping faster, the room filling with slick sounds and his nonstop groans—each one pushing you closer to the edge.

Your moans pitching told him everything he needed. “Cum on my tongue, pretty girl,” he begs between moans, voice breaking. “Wanna drink every last drop. Fuck, please baby.”

Eijiro was growing more desperate by the second, removing his fingers from inside just to properly grab your thighs with both hands, his tongue pressing as deep as it could go inside you, making his nose press and grind against your clit.

“Jesus… Christ.” You gasped out shakily, thighs starting to tremble uncontrollably as you sit up on your elbows to watch him work. All it took was his dazed eyes flicking up to yours for you to crumble—head lolling back. Eijiro kept going, lapping and sucking you through every muscle spasm until you physically had to tug him off by his hair. He reluctantly leaned back with a growl bubbling up in his throat.

“Again.” He demanded. You laughed breathlessly, keeping a firm hold on his hair so he wouldn’t go down again. “Let’s take a breather, yeah?”

DOVES NOTE:

That's almost an hour of pain and despair 😁 I did enjoy writing this though so can I really complain? I was giggling at the “You taste so fuckin' good” part (I love giggling at my own writing 😩 acting like I'm not the one actively writing it LMAO)

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