Honestly this has me thinking of Dabi and the edits I did came out better then I though
playin’ with the devil
causе she falling for the demon
shе a misfit rebel
I can picture Dabi behind his s/o looking all demonic and as soon as “causе she falling for the demon” plays his hand is on her throat in a possessive way like she’s mine don’t think of touching her
cw: sukuna has multiple wives, a bit of wlw fetishization, degradation
“Why am I your favorite?”
Sukuna doesn’t try to deny it. He can’t, not when you’re tucked into his bed, draped in only the jewels he’s gifted you. None of the other wives are even allowed in his bedroom without permission, and yet you’re here, just like you are almost every night.
He shrugs his robes from his shoulders and then he’s bare, two half hard cocks hanging between his legs. It’s been a while since you were frightened by this true form of his, but you can’t deny it’s monstrous. Four arms, a twisted mouth, a forever grinning maw across his stomach: it’s be a horror if it wasn’t your husband.
“Does it matter?” His lip curls as he speaks.
“It does to me,” you say as you pat the bed beside you. Like a dog summoned, he eagerly crawls forward on to his hands, pulling the sheets down as he approaches.
“Maybe it’s because your tits are so suckable.”
First, he kisses the string of pearls across your neck and runs his tongue across the diamonds, savoring the salt of your skin on them. Then, he moves to the swell of your tit. His dagger edged teeth nip the skin and a bloom of heat stirs inside you. A bruise is already coming to the surface.
“Mai has bigger breasts than me,” you pount out, breathless.
“Your skin is soft,” he retorts. His free arms are clutching for you, digging into the fat of your ass.
“Gena is younger. Her skin is much more supple.”
“Your cunt is sweet.”
“Not as sweet as Lyla’s.”
Sukuna pauses for a moment, mouth half closed around your nipple. He leans back after a moment, a dark chuckle on his lips.
“Have you been licking the other wives while I’ve been away?” He leans in like he’s angry, but the wicked grin across his face tells a different story. “Whore.”
He says the word with such joy. One of his cocks is hard against your inner thigh, twitching to go back inside you, where it belongs. The mouth across his stomach has begun to drool, warm droplets of spit wetting your lower stomach and pubic hair. When you move your thighs, you aren’t sure if the slick is from you or from him.
“I’ve tasted her on your cock, sire.” You keen forward for a kiss and he lets you take one, even letting you linger for a moment, “And on your lips.”
“I’m tempted to summon her now, just to see you between her legs.” Sukuna gathers both cocks in one hand, guiding them towards your core. The thought of stretch to fit both makes you squirm, but his sturdy hands keep you in place, “Her cum in your lips must be a heavenly delight.”
“Does that mean she’s your favorite now?”
Real anger flashes across his gnarled face. With gritted teeth, he leans back onto his knees to tower about you.
“Woman, you are more hassle…”
He suddenly grips your hair and tugs, dragging your face centimeters from his. He moves your body like it weighs nothing to him, and yet he’s careful not to hurt you.
“I will say this once and never again, so listen.” Sukuna’s eyes are sharp and narrowed, “You are the only wife I love. That is the reason you are my favorite.”
Just as suddenly as he grabbed you, he lets you go. Your fall is softened by the mountain of pillows– all of which bought just for you.
“Now, spread your legs and never ask a stupid question again.”
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