Sylus yearns. He needs you all over him under his tight composure. Sylus savors the idea of letting your petite body take control, clumsy hands, stumbly movements. He enjoys watching you channel so much focus for just unbuttoning his shirt and guides you acutely. He wants you to be bossy on top of him, pulling the leash on him to your amusement. He is aware he holds more power, but it's with you that he wants to feel vulnerable, weak, and at peace. He wants to be shutted up when he mansplains you on how to ride his cock, stuffing your lingerie in his mouth. He desires to feel helpless, tied down when you bounce on him, even tho his hands are free, around your waist holding you in place. And when you are all beat after using him(as he prefers to phrase it), he wants to cradle you close, wash you up, look after you for any discomfort. "Done using me?" mumbles quietly hanging a smirk on his lips, panting heavily holding you from collapsing. He doesn't care if he cums, his eyes chase your face, desperate to find you content, dizzy from all pleasure he keeps pushing in you.
megumi invited you over to watch a movie after a particularly stressful day of classes. he always asked you to come over after rough days to wind down. apparently though, his classes today were so exhausting that he couldn't even stay awake for even half of the movie he invited you to watch.
"m'not sleeping...just...jus' resting my eyes..."
so he claimed.
even though he could hardly keep his eyes open, megumi kept a strong grip on the tips of your fingers. if ever you tried to shake him off or send him to bed, he would just hold on tighter and emphasize how not tired he is.
"megs, baby..." you turned off the tv. "c'mon...go to sleep...i'll see you in the morning."
he forced his eyes open and tried to look as awake as possible and make a 'serious' face—which kind of looked like a pout.
"no." he slid his hand up from your fingers to your forearm. "please don't go..."
"megs-"
"please..." he kissed your knuckles "please.." he kissed your forearm. "please." a kiss to your bicep. "please?" a kiss to your neck.
behaviour like this is abnormal for megumi. so you just laughed at his little display of clinginess.
"okay okay." you smiled and let him kiss up to your cheeks. "come to bed."
you stood and he sleepily followed you to his room and once you reached, plopped onto the bed with you in his arms.
"love you."
"love you too megs."
he kissed on and around your neck until he fell asleep.
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you woke before megumi, like usual, and couldn't see him. you lifted the blanket to find his head nestled under your shirt.
you didn't move him.
you already know he's going to be so embarrassed when he wakes up.
if you liked ts you might like my other megumi works !
kawaiiladygirl's note: my freakquency is at an all time low so here's some fluff ig... kawaiiladygirl out !
ˏˋ°•*🕸 CONTENT ♰ mdni! sub!megumi, dom!gn!reader, nipple play, cumming untouched, bratty!megumi, established relationship, use of pet names on him (kitty, baby, love), slightly mean!reader, some mouth stuff i got a lil carried away (megumi sucks on your fingers & gags a bit), dacryphilia, megumi is sensitive (and embarrassed ab it)
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ yum! i love megumi! i love nipples! long(ish) buildup sorry i like a little plot w my p0rn :p looks like i'm gonna be 3 days behind on all of kinktober, my bad, enjoy.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
“C’mon, Megumiiii~” you whine, prodding at his shoulder for emphasis, “you’re being such a little grump.”
“I’m not–I–what? I’m not a grump,” Megumi glares at you, not helping to disprove your statement. “I’m just telling you it’s not gonna work, so there’s no point in trying.”
The two of you are currently sprawled out on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment. It’s a lazy Sunday, it’s early September, and it’s still hot out – meaning you’re in nothing but a tank top and sleep shorts, and Megumi is in nothing but a pair of dark plaid boxers. His whole chest is out, and you haven’t been able to stop staring.
Megumi is lean but somewhat toned, his muscles only subtly visible under his pale skin when he’s relaxed. He’s beautiful all over, but the one thing really holding your attention captive is his nipples. They’re so pretty and pink, just sitting there on the gentle swell of his pecs – and you don’t think he’s ever let you touch them.
About five minutes ago, you interrupted the show you two were watching with the out-of-pocket comment, “did you know that some guys can cum from just their nipples?”
Megumi had instantly stiffened up, turning to look at you with an eyebrow raised. “Okay? Where did that come from?”
“I don’t know, I just thought it was interesting.” You shrugged innocently. “Did you know that?”
Megumi had looked at you skeptically for a moment longer before turning back towards the TV.
“No,” he grumbled.
“Gosh, Megumi, you already sound annoyed! I didn’t even suggest anything.”
“No, but you’re gonna, aren’t you? You never just think something’s interesting. Just go ahead, say it.”
You laughed at him, pushing at his shoulder for his attitude. “Well, you’re a guy…and you have nipples.”
There it is, Megumi thought.
“No.”
Megumi shook his head. You considered leaving the subject alone with how quick his answer was, but the noticeable blush that had crept onto his cheeks made you want to keep pushing a bit.
“No? You don’t have nipples? Or you’re not a guy?”
“No, I do–I am. But I’m not…” Megumi flushed harder, clearing his throat. “...Not gonna try whatever you’re implying.”
After a few minutes of back-and-forth, you had managed to convince Megumi to watch a video from your Twitter feed of a girl making a guy cum from his nipples, Megumi’s curiosity winning over his resistance.
He watched the entire thing with a skeptical, almost judgemental look on his face, but you didn’t miss the way it made him squirm in his seat, or the way his cheeks got noticeably redder.
However, even after the video proved you right, Megumi still didn’t seem any more willing to let you touch his nipples.
This is what led to your current conversation that’s got Megumi’s feathers so ruffled.
“Okay, but how do you know it won’t work if you’ve never tried it?” You tilt your head at him, smirking playfully.
“Because. I just…I know. It won’t work. It's not really gonna feel like anything, and you'll be disappointed."
“Okay, fine, how about this,” you decide to try a new approach, “you don’t even have to think about cumming from it. Forget that idea. I just wanna touch them.”
Megumi whines, his hands covering his face before he pushes them upwards to run through his hair, looking stressed. “Why do you wanna touch them so badly? They’re just nipples.”
“Because they’re so cute! Plus I think they’re the only part of you that I’ve never touched, and that’s kind of evil if you think about it.”
Megumi covers his face again at this, mumbling something unintelligible.
You drop your head on his shoulder dramatically. “Ahhh, you’re so mean, Megumiii~ I let you touch my boobs all the time… you hate meee…”
“What? Come on, I love you, I just–” Megumi pauses as he processes your implication. “They’re not boobs.”
“Close enough,” you mumble, deciding again to redirect your approach.
Turning your body into Megumi’s, still leaning on his shoulder, you throw your left leg over his thigh and place your left hand on his tummy, starting to draw gentle circles into his skin. Megumi sucks in a sharp breath, and you lean into his neck, placing a kiss right under his ear.
Megumi stiffens up, but he doesn’t protest as your hand slowly makes its way up to his chest. You’re close enough to him that you can hear his breathing picking up. You can feel his pulse quickening as you gently press kisses into the side of his neck.
Megumi lets out a soft whine as you suck gently on his pulse point, shifting his hips uncomfortably. He whispers your name almost anxiously, his left hand grabbing at your thigh to ground himself.
“C’mon, they’re right there,” you whisper to him, tracing your middle finger in a circle around his nipple, deliberately avoiding touching it. “Can I touch them just a little? Please?”
You can feel his resolve crumbling. As soon as he whispers out a shaky “okay,” Megumi can feel your sly smile growing against his neck.
You press another kiss below his ear, whispering “that’s my good boy,” and dragging the pad of your finger over his left nipple, gently rubbing it in a circle.
You don’t know exactly what level of reaction you were expecting, but your hopes certainly weren’t this high.
Megumi jerks, letting out a sharp whine, his fingers digging into your thigh. You pull your head out of his neck in surprise, watching as his dick twitches visibly in his boxers. You look at him, an eyebrow raised in pleasant astonishment, and he can only meet your eyes for a second before he drops his head against the backboard of the sofa with a shaky moan, his eyes fluttering shut.
“My god, Megs…” you mumble, eyes lit up in excitement as you sit up straighter, hand drifting over to his other nipple. Again, he jerks sharply, whining, his right hand gripping the blanket on the sofa. As the soft pad of your finger circles this one, Megumi starts to push his hips up against the air, his cock now straining against the fabric of his boxers.
“Ugh, I–fuck-” Megumi curses under his breath, trying to stop himself from squirming.
Feeling elated from his positive reaction, you bring yourself to straddle him, purposely sitting far enough down on his thighs that you aren’t making contact with his dick.
“Hey,” You bring your right hand to gently tap at his cheek, prompting him to open his eyes. “Look at me,” you whisper. Megumi feels dizzy from the way your other hand is still circling his nipple, sending sparks through his body, but he forces himself to raise his head up. “Did you know they were this sensitive?”
Megumi lowers his head, feeling his cheeks flush impossibly warmer. “Maybe,” he mutters.
“How is this the first time I’m finding out?” You don’t sound mad. More like you’re in awe and genuine confusion. Megumi lowers his eyes, unable to meet yours with the way you’re looking at him so hungrily, like you just found a new toy, and you’re planning to play with it until it breaks.
But he can’t stop himself from pushing his hips up, wishing that you would scooch a couple inches higher so your weight would be on his dick. Ignoring your question, Megumi decides to lift his knees so you fall further forward onto him. Realizing what he’s trying to do, you stabilize yourself on his chest, before pinching his nipple hard. “Stop that. Answer me.”
Megumi whines loudly at the feeling, his whole body tensing up, and a strong shiver runs down his spine. He drops his knees, but his hips continue to rock upwards involuntarily. “Fuck–please, I…it’s too much,”
You stop pinching his nipple, rubbing it gently in apology, and Megumi lets out a shaky breath punctuated by a soft whimpery noise that you don’t think you’ve ever heard come out of him. The corner of your mouth turns upwards as you let your eyes settle on his cock, now fully hard in his underwear, the whole outline clearly visible, twitching painfully every few seconds. You stare at it until Megumi squirms, pushing his hips up at you again, before you raise your eyes back up to meet his. “Answer my question.”
Megumi drops his head in shame, his chest rising and falling as he pants. “Don’t know. I was embarrassed.”
“Aww. Why were you embarrassed, ‘Gumi?” You take his face in your hands, and he looks up at you, cheeks burning, still with a bit of reluctance on his face. But you see how his eyes are starting to glaze over, how he’s looking at you like he wants you to take control; to rip away his last remnants of inhibition, so he doesn’t have to think about how embarrassed he is, so he’s just yours.
“‘Cause it makes me act like this,” he mumbles.
“Awh,” You gently rub his cheek with your thumb before pushing it softly against his lip. Megumi makes a soft noise, pushing his hips up again as you caress his bottom lip with your thumb. “Open,” you whisper, and his mouth falls open without a second thought, his eyes fluttering shut. “Thaat’s it,” you coo at him, pressing down against his tongue.
Megumi lets out a filthy moan around your finger, his mouth closing around it as he starts to suck. “Pwease,” he whines around your finger, watery eyes meeting yours.
“Please what, baby?” You coo, slipping a second finger in. As soon as Megumi tries to answer, you push your fingers back into his throat, making him gag. He looks at you with wide eyes, moaning again around your fingers, trying again to answer but it’s unintelligible.
Taking pity on him, you pull your fingers out of his mouth, causing drool to spill out around them. “Please touch me,” he gasps as soon as your fingers have passed his lips on the way out.
“Okay love,” you rub the wetness from his mouth between your fingers on each hand before you bring them down to his nipples again, rubbing over both of them at the same time.
“Nghh–” Megumi jolts, arching his chest up into your fingers. “N-not there–” he pants, unsure whether to squirm away from your fingers or up into them. They’re so sensitive, he can’t even tell if it feels good or if it’s too much.
“So pretty,” you marvel, completely enamoured by his reactions, never having seen him this squirmy and sensitive before.
“Fuck, it’s too much–” he grits out, pushing his hips up harder as you alternate between pinching and circling his sensitive nipples. “Please!”
“Please what? I’m touching you, Megs. What’re you whining about?”
Megumi drops his head again, whining harder, feeling overwhelmed, unused to having so much stimulation there. He knew his nipples were sensitive because he feels it whenever he takes his shirt on or off. He’s tried touching them once or twice while jerking off, too, but quickly decided it was too much and stopped. He’s never experienced anything like the way you’re touching them now, and at this point, he doesn’t even have the ability to process whether it’s too much or not because his cock is so hard.
“N-not there,” he whines again, registering the embarrassment of his request in the back of his mind but feeling too desperate to pay it any mind, knowing exactly what you want him to say. “Please...can you touch my cock?”
Normally, asking nicely works perfectly for Megumi, as you have trouble denying him anything when he’s like this. But this time, you just smirk at him, making his blood run cold.
“Aw, but you’re doing so good for me, ‘Gumi! Don’t you wanna see if you can cum like this?”
Megumi shakes his head frantically, continuing to push his hips up against the air.
“No, no…Please, I can’t. It’s not enough!”
“But you just said it was too much?” You tilt your head at him innocently, flicking his nipples faster under your thumbs. “Which one is it, ‘Gumi?”
“I–I–shit…ngh…” Megumi fumbles around for something to grab onto, settling on your thighs. You giggle at him, letting him white-knuckle your thighs, seemingly unaffected by this whole display.
“Look, Megs, you’re leaking so much,” you take one hand off his nipple, bringing it down to hover over his cock, smiling at the sizable wet spot that’s formed, emphasizing where his tip is straining against the fabric. Thinking you’re finally going to touch him, Megumi’s head shoots up, eyes wide and frantic.
“Please, please. Please.”
“Shhhhh,” you ghost the backs of your index and middle fingers over the wet spot in his boxers, petting it softly like you would with a scared animal, trying to coax it into trusting you. Megumi almost chokes on the moan that rips from his throat, his cock jumping up to meet your fingers. “Relax, ‘Gumi. Relax.”
Megumi tries to be good, to keep his hips down, but he can’t stop his cock from twitching, nor can he stop himself from squirming under your other hand.
“C-Can’t–ngh,” he squirms harder, “Please!”
You pout at him, pulling your fingers away from his cock slowly, a small string of precum following them for the first inch before breaking. Megumi lets out a humiliated sob as the tiny bit of stimulation you gave him is ripped away, while you sink your teeth into your own lip, swallowing a moan at how wet he is.
“Megs, you can cum from this. You definitely can.”
“N-No,” he cries, shaking his head. “Can’t.”
“Are you close?”
Megumi sniffles harder, feeling his eyes burn with tears, wiping at his eyes in frustration before they even fall. “Y-Yeah,” he huffs, “b-but it’s not enough.”
You pout at him again, planting a soft kiss on his lips in pity, before kissing down his neck to his chest.
“Wait, no, I can’t–”
Megumi squeezes his eyes shut as you wrap your lips around his left nipple, still rubbing his right one under your finger. His brain freezes for a second before he lets out a debauched moan, hands flying to tangle in your hair without a second thought.
“Fuck!” he gasps for air, practically writhing underneath you, feeling the intense tingling from his nipples start to spread into his tummy. He’s rocking his hips up rhythmically into the small space between him and your stomach, stopping each thrust just when the fabric of his boxers ghosts against the fabric of your tank top.
You lower your other hand to rest on his waist, gently stroking the skin there, not minding that fact that he’s practically bucking you around like a mechanical bull given that he’s not actually grinding on anything. You alternate between lapping against his nipple with your tongue and sucking it between your lips, while you gently flick his right one under your finger.
Megumi feels the knot start to tighten in his lower stomach, subconsciously mirroring it in the way his hands tighten in your hair. He moans your name, sounding panicked. “Shit, shit. Feels weird. I needa cum–please–”
You hum against his nipple, pulling away for a moment to whisper “Go ahead, Megs, you can cum.”
“Ca-an’t,” he cries, thrashing under you, “not enough, ahh–n-need more–”
“Okay, then don’t,” You smirk against him, not stopping your ministrations.
“Please,” Megumi has given up on trying to stop himself from fully crying at this point. “Please, I–need to cum so bad,”
“Then do it,” you whisper again.
Megumi groans, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to focus on the feeling building in his stomach. He feels his muscles starting to tense, and his balls starting to tighten. He gasps as his hips stutter into the air, pulling you closer against his chest. “Shit shit–I’m gonna–”
“C’mon, kitty, you can do it,” you whisper, before biting his nipple between your teeth.
Megumi’s whole body goes taught, his toes curling, and for a moment, he’s completely silent, sound caught in his throat. Then he lets out a delicious moan, cock jumping as he shoots white ropes into his boxers.
“O-Ohmygod,” Megumi pants, feeling his vision go spotty as he successfully cums untouched, holding your head against his chest like a lifeline as he curls in on himself.
After about thirty seconds, Megumi lets out a harsh breath, and you feel him go slack underneath you, slumping against the couch. You plant one last kiss against his overstimulated nipple before pulling your head away from his chest to get a good look at him. You feel yourself throb at the sight.
Megumi is sprawled against the back of the couch, head tilted back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows harshly between ragged breaths. His hair is slightly matted with sweat, and his entire body is dewy and flushed. His cock is still twitching periodically, along with his stomach and chest muscles, from the aftershocks of his orgasm – especially from how intensely he had to tighten them to cum untouched. The wet spot on his boxers has tripled in size, some of his cum having gone through the fabric completely, the thick, white substance contrasting the dark, wet fabric of his boxers, only serving to further emphasize the picture of his fucked out state.
Finally, your gaze makes its way up to his eyes, which are glassed over, staring at the ceiling, looking like not a single thought is behind them. You gently trace the backs of your fingers over Megumi’s tummy, watching his abs tense and relax at your touch, before gently cupping his cheek again. You rise to your knees, still straddling him, hanging your head over his to look at him.
“Hey,” you whisper, kissing the tip of his nose. “You doin’ okay?”
You watch as Megumi’s eyes lose their haze and focus on yours, and for a second, you’re unable to read his expression. Then, he lets out a breathy laugh, shutting his eyes again.
“My god,” he groans. “I can’t believe that worked. Why did I let you do that to me?”
You giggle, relieved that he's doing okay, and press a kiss against his lips, which he returns eagerly, bringing his arms up to wrap around your waist.
“Because you love me," you grin at him.
“Yeah, I do, yet look how you treat me” he whispers against your lips, still smiling. “You’re evil.”
“Oh come on, Megs, you’re such a baby. You did such a good job! Didn’t I tell you you could do it? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Megumi blushes, rubbing his face against yours like a cat. “Yeah, easy for you to say. I’m gonna be flinching when I take my shirt off for the next week.”
You smile against his face before pinching his nipple one more time, making him yelp.
“That’s what you get for keeping this secret from me for so long~”
giving pre-re2 leon his first ever handjob and he’s whiny af and he keeps saying how good it is and that he can’t take it and you’re like awww but think about how good it’s gonna feel inside me and he just cums then n there, prematurely and against his own willpower and he’s sooo embarrassed oh my god once his brain evens out and his deep breaths get all shaky he’s crying into your shoulder and he’s just ‘sorrysorrysorrysorry’ he’s so cute i could chew on him. you keep telling him it’s not his fault but he won’t stop pouting into the crook of your neck (╥﹏╥)
he’d refuse to accept cumming twice in one sitting without including you.. so he’d sniffle and stupidly crawl from underneath you and sit at the bottom of the bed expectantly, brain too mushy to ask you to lay down, but fortunately his puppy dog eyes work on you. he’s never eaten out before and he’s a little clumsy and doesn’t really know what to do with his eager hands but his kitten licks feel so delicate and sensitive and he makes such a show out of looking up at you with wet droopy eyes. auurhh innocent leon :(
Old!Leon checks in while thrusting deeper, making sure you are fine, "Doing fine sweetheart?, murmuring between grunts, panting all over your face.
Old!Leon doesn't know much about kinks, but let's you call him daddy,"Yes, princess?" while you grind on his dick trying to cum.
Old!Leon didn't know about female orgasm but was ready to learn and has been avidly making you spasm, he doesn't care if he cums anymore.
Old!Leon makes it a habit to clean you up, and cuddles you to sleep after sex because he sees you as an angel in possession of an ugly monster.
Old!Leon struggles to go rough on you. Hesitates even to hold you, and is ever so gentle on you. No matter how much you ask him to leave marks, he hesitates,"I am sorry, I didn-", you cut him off because it's always the same stuff.
Old!Leon wants to cum inside, but won't because he understands the consequences. No matter how much he wants it, his instincts are under control even if you beg because he is aware you are gonna regret it all later on.
Bilingual!Higuruma x English speaking!reader(non japanese speaker)
I be writing anything at this point 🙏🫃🏻 I just felt like it would be more practical
Feel free to shame me for my bad japanese 🩷
Higuruma is bilingual. While he understands English very well, control slips out as well as his Japanese sometimes. Like when you have been grinding on his dick straining inside his pants for the last 15 minutes, edging him every time he tries to cum. He needs to cum, but he doesn't wanna ruin his clothes and you are doing just the right thing, not letting him ruin his clothes.
“Kimo-kimochi ii..” slips out between his grunts.
“What?” You pause and smirk, gazing deep into his eyes, exhaling on his face.
“I..c-cant thi–nk…straight..” he pants, his fingers digging deep around your waist.
You plant a gentle kiss on his forehead and begin moving, his hands around your waist anchor you to faster your pace. Your hands rest on his eyes as you feel his body shake, anticipating release.
“Hen..ni..nacch-ou..” he mumbles quietly, throwing his head back, his hips bucking in desperation, trying to chase relief. You catch his lips in a kiss as he spasms, cumming in his pants, moaning in your mouth.
As his body subsides the aftershocks, you continue to kiss him, he whines in your mouth, trying to break away.
“Feeling good?” You spare his eyes some light, they were wet. He shed some tears in ecstasy, his face burning in embarrassment.
He hides his face against the nape of your neck, taking deep breaths, sniffling a little, while you rub his arms, calming him down, his muscles still twitching with intervals.
“s’too much sweetheart— h-hah..” you’ve been overstimulating him for the past 30 minutes, your right hand covered in your husbands slick. he’s laying in between your legs, head resting in the crook of your neck as his hands latch firmly onto your plump thighs.
he had come home from work clearly frustrated with whatever went on inside his workplace, you just wanted to give him somethin’ to cool off after a hard day at work! “nuh uh.. s’not enough, you’re being soo good for me kennnn.” your free hand threads fingers through his silky hair as your sultry voice throws him for a loop. he truly underestimated how filthy his little wife was.
he’s planting delicate kisses on your neck while he’s huffing out shallow breaths, you continue to jerk his lengthy cock, milking whatever he has left inside of him. “f-fuck nngh m’gonna cum again- mmf,” he’s moaning out — pleading even, you’ve put a hand tightly over his mouth, silencing his loud moans. “yeah? you’re being so loudd.. heh- c’mon give it to me kentoo” you giggle, fisting his cock while his leaky tip oozes out beads of pre-cum.
his hands are gripping your thighs while he bucks his hips into your hand, chasing his orgasm. the room is filled with obscene noises and muffled moans, you move your hand from his mouth upwards to his eyes, blinding him. “mmngh- please p-please yeah.. d-don’t stop shiiit!” he groans, tilting his head back as the coil deep in his stomach unwravels.
your hand is jerking him up n down, squeezing him tightly. his cum is pouring out, dripping all over your hand as you focus your strokes onto his sensitive tip. “o. . . oh fuuuuck fuck fuck hnghh ah!” he whines while his cum flows out his slit in large spurts. he’s made a mess all throughout your hand, cum dripping down to his balls.
“feel better big boy..?” you giggle, removing both your hands from his body causing him to wince out of overstimulation. “hah.. almost killed me y’know” he glares at your smitten facial expressions, you roll your eyes before landing a big kiss onto his parched lips. “whateverrr, you liked it!” you reply, only thing on your mind is the next time you’ll be able to help your husband ‘cool off after work’
who knows.. maybe this will become a little routine you guys have
a/n : can you tell i like sub nanami.. ermm ; got lazy at the end loll likes & reblogs appreciated <3 kisses from c4toru !!
Higuruma had a thing for high heels. Not like he wanted to wear them but he imagines being rubbed by your heels. The expensive ones you kept ranting about since you bought one after saving enough. He doesn't know what brand but he wanted to buy them for you, the idea turned him on. But he never mustered up the intimacy to actually ask you, that would be so weird.
But here you were in your mini dress on the side of the bed, your right heel on his chest while he kneels in front of you. He drugged you, and he is desensitised about it. He just needed it that bad, and he hopes you forget everything.
The humiliation sent shocks of pleasure down his skin, and you haven't even started touching him.
“You said you.. would do anything I say?” you giggle and mumble gibberish.
“Yes, anything.”
You giggle again while he gently holds your foot and drags it down to his cock, maintaining eye contact to claim your approval.
“Gasp”, he flinched lightly at your gasp, but didn't stop. You pressed your sole against his crotch and he shivered. There was a hint of glee in his eyes seeing you do exactly what he wanted you to.
“Pull it out, let's see what you got”
“Yes, ma’am,” he just did it as fast as he could, springing out his aching cock. And with that you rubbed your heels around it, gentle and persistent while he grunted, panting and gripping on the carpet under, letting out soft moans every now and then.
Hitching between words, “Faster, please ma’am,” and faster you did, until you see him squirm and spasm dripping all over your heels in ecstasy, grunting aggressively. He came pretty quick, it was disappointing, he was kinda embarrassed about it but knowing you would barely remember a detail this tiny, it relieved him. It was all too much to last long anyway.
“Look what you did, you are gonna have to get me new ones,” you frowned and murmured incoherently.
“Do you want me to lick it clean?” He asked, pleading, struggling to catch his breath and you wanted them clean. He held your foot tenderly and began licking it off, up and down, swallowing his own cum, moaning softly. While you finally collapse in sleep.
He would buy you a new pair if the sober you doesn't cut him off.
This is my first ever request! But how about secretly perverted higuruma? I imagine him being a regular office worker or attorney who's decently good at his job, and seemingly calm and collected at work, but he's secretly obsessed with his female superior. Like he dreams of her degrading him in her office after hours as she steps on his pathetic hard on. Him begging and crying for her mercy. That'd be cute 🎀
a/n; i’d never written anything about higuruma before, this was funn!!
he was already hard when you walked into the office.
you didn’t notice at first—your heels clicking across the tile, papers in your hand, expression sharp—but he did.
he noticed everything
the scent of your perfume.
the subtle movement of your skirt.
the slight frown on your face when you saw he was still here.
“you’re still working?” you asked, uninterested.
“ah—yes,” he replied, pushing his knees closer together under the desk. “just finishing a few things.”
his voice was calm. steady.
but inside?
he was screaming.
you walked behind him. didn’t even stop.
but your heels echoed in his head like a countdown.
he was already half-choking on the image: you catching him jerking off under the desk like a fucking pervert. dragging him to the floor. putting your heel on his cock and asking, “this is what you needed?”
and then—
you did stop.
right behind him.
“stand up,” you said. tone cold. unreadable.
“w-what…?”
you turned, slowly. “you’ve been staring at me for weeks. practically drooling. you think i don’t notice when a dog’s in heat?”
his face burned.
he stood up.
his hard-on was very visible now.
you looked down at it.
then at him.
“…pathetic.”
he whimpered.
and then—before he could even ask—your foot pressed against his cock.
firm. cruel.
he shuddered.
“get on the floor, higuruma.”
“yes—yes, ma’am—”
he dropped like a man praying.
on his knees. flushed. cock twitching.
“beg.”
“please… please step on me. use me. i’m disgusting. i can’t stop thinking about you, i—i need you to humiliate me, please—”
higuruma would do anything to please you
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working at a large law firm means you often work late. by your side is your secretary, higuruma. he was quiet, and soft spoken while you are loud and outspoken. from bossing him around to yelling at clients or talking aggressively to yourself, you dominate the office. he would be lying to himself if he didn’t find your dominance a turn on. you were like a princess to him, and he wants to please you in any way he can.
it was another late night. the blinds in your office were drawn shut, blocking out the empty cubicles and the stars shining over the city. it was so quiet that no one would have known there were large, hooded eyes staring up at you jerking off with your black lace panties wrapped around his dick.
“mm princess.. you’re so pretty.” he had been there for some time, stroking with slow flicks of his wrist, falling apart while waiting for your next instruction. “more princess.. i can take it.”
leaning back on your desk, you spread your legs apart, your folds catching his attention immediately. like a dog seeing a bone, he scoots closer to your open heat. he wraps his arm around your thigh, getting a better look at your pretty pussy as he desperately strokes faster. “wanna taste?”
without an answer, his tongue was hot and steady, his eyes never leaving yours. your fingers tangled in his dark hair, pressing his face close as his tongue traced slow, worshipful strokes into your wetness. the slick heat of his mouth was sinful and desperate—his nose bumping into your clit every time he tilted his head just right, making your thighs tremble.
between breaths, he murmured broken praises against you, ‘you taste so good’.. ‘you’re too good to me’.. ‘you make me feel so good’—the vibrations making you jerk against his tongue. every sound you made, he made one in return. “use me however you want, princess.” yanking him out of your thighs, whine slipped from his mouth, forcing him to look at you with blown-out pupils and spit-slick lips parted by ragged breathing. his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, as if trying to taste you still. “lets put that nose to use, yeah?”
letting you guide him, your hand still fisted in his hair, his nose pressed into you, teasing and rubbing over his slick folds as his tongue continued to lap at you. his nostrils flared as he inhaled your scent deeply—he dragged the bridge of his nose up your slit in one slow, filthy stroke, his lips parting just enough to catch your clit gently between his teeth gently. “i’m—i’m gonna cum.. like this.. tell me i can’t.” he panted against your skin. “please.”
“course you can’t.” melting into you further, he drowned in his humiliation. “yes
princess.” his eyes nearly crossed as he nodded against you, his fingers digging deeper into your thighs. his cock jerked in his grip, leaking onto the floor beneath his knees as he rutted into nothing. like a marionette pulled by its strings, he obeyed your movements. “hiro, flip me.”
as he obeyed, a loud smack echoed from your bare skin as you hit the desk. with his nose still pressed against you, now from behind, his breath was hot against your ass as he inhaled sharply. both arms slid between your thighs from behind, his fingers teasing your entrance while his nose dragged up in the crease of your ass.
his nose slid inside with a filthy wetness, the hooked curve dragging against your walls in a way that had you both seeing stars. “just like that, hiro.” clamping at your waist to hold you still as he fucked into you with shallow thrusts while his tongue swirled messily around your clit.
“i’m c-close again.” he whimpered, his voice high-pitched. He pressed his nose deeper into you, the pressure painful as your thighs clamped around his head, leaving him unable to breathe. just when it almost became too much, he pulled back once his vision started to fade—gasping for air, his lungs desperate—before thrusting his nose back in. reaching behind you, you patted his back, indicating that you were cumming soon, “princess.. please cum for me.”
his tongue came with relentless, broad, wetter strokes. "give me what i want, please," whining with nasty, sucking kisses sealed around your clit, desperately trying to satisfy you—pleasing you so, he didn't realize he had came on himself and on the floor. the moment you arched under his tongue, he broke up under you—your walls clenched around him, his tongue lapping hungrily through every pulse, desperate to wring out every last drop of pleasure from you. when he finally came to, his lips were swollen and his nose glistening with your cream.
It's a nightmare for him to be hated by you, but oddly he never understands when you are upset because of him. Why would you be upset? Sukuna had a great rivalry with emotional intimacy. He craves what he doesn't understand. But lately, he is getting it. You frowning after he says something mean. The realisation washed up suddenly, but he hesitates to do it again. Sukuna wasn't Sukuna anymore. He is afraid to cross lines, but especially your lines. He is aware of the beast he is, and he chains him down to let you wander in his abandoned castle of heart.
It felt weird he lay numb, resting his head on your lap while you caressed him to sleep, chuckling softly over his stupid remarks. You felt like a calm moment in the big hassle, like he had just ran a mile, out of breath and you felt like a pump of cool oxygen on a flower bed. He stared at your round eyes, you were still chuckling, but he didn't feel like he was there with you. It felt like a dream. And he smiled, maybe it wasn't. He tried to pull you into a kiss and his mouth felt sticky. He tried to get up, sit next to you and lay you on top of him. Stroke your head through your frizzy hair, while you were wrapped your hands around his neck, snuggling into his warm flesh. But all while his attempts he couldn't feel his legs. He felt stuck, and you didn't seem to notice. You were just... happy? Maybe it was a dream. And it was his last, with you in it. He was finally at peace in this never ending afternoon with you vibrantly lit under the sunshine.
Caleb yearns. A colonel should be of a stoic demeanor, instead he was huffing your name on his couch, his tie hanging on the hand rest, his hand resting on the lace wrapped around his cock. He could never miss out on your freshly used laundry, but this wasn't fresh. You keep losing your lingerie and he keeps telling you there's an open drain in your bathroom. The fabric rubbed around his shaft and he shuddered. Eyes squinted shut he needed you all over him, your soft hands around his dick, he would do anything for you. Tie him down, make him your dog, boytoy, he needs you to need his dick. Ride him till he can't make single thought work, murmuring gibberish, “Tha-han….y-” while you milk him dry. Or pull on his leash while he pounds you, his arms tied together over your head holding him up behind you.
Sylus has told no one about you or ever will. It's a basic safety measure, but he feels euphoric knowing you are under his wings.
He doesn't stalk you. He does, but he doesn't count it as stalking, rather he feels like he keeps you safe since he sees there's always someone watching you.
Sylus is well aware Caleb stalks you, but he doesn't know who. He never breaks it you though, since he wants to get to the bottom of it himself.
Sylus either has a very exquisite taste in food or he eats for nutrients and closely tracks his diet.
Sylus doesn't trust you. Not even a bit. He feels flustered by you often, which he cannot explain, but he feels you are a traitor.
Sylus is not a fan of pleasing himself, nor does he often get laid. His work keeps him busy and he believes lust will be the end of him.
Sylus’ love is more than just lust. He doesn't want to be too controlling to drive you away or too vulnerable to dog him around. But he often desires to lose himself.
