contains: brotherโs best friend gojo, protective older brother geto, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), unprotected sex, slightly mean gojo (but he ends up soft and sweet, I promise), dirty talk, overstimulation, mutual pining, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving), cheesy and happy ending <3
summary: satoru had promised suguru that there'd be no funny business while he takes care of his heartbroken baby sister... but he's never been the greatest at keeping promises.
โStop being so mean to her, Satoru.โ Satoru looks over at his best friend, who's clicking his tongue in disapproval, with a nonchalant grin.
โNot my fault sheโs such a crybaby, Suguru.โ
โCome on.โ Suguru shoots him a warning look. โThatโs my little sister you're talking about.โ
โHey, hey,โ Satoru laughs, raising his hands in mock defense. โYou gotta teach her how to grow thicker skin. Not my problem.โ
โEvery time you come over, she ends up crying.โ The black-haired man sighs. โDonโt be a jerk just for one moment, wonโt you?โ
โMmh, no promises.โ Satoru grins. Sue him, heโs simply too addicted to the way your face scrunches up indignantly whenever he teases you, the futile yet endearing clenching of your small fists at your side, and most of all, the uncontrollable blubbers that leave your lips as tears roll down your cheeks.
Years later, youโre still the same. Just a little crybaby coming apart at the seams, completely at Gojo Satoruโs mercy.
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โS-Satoruโฆโ The high-pitched whine of his name only elicits a laugh from the man between your legs, sending shock waves of pleasure shooting through your body.
โBaby, you gotta stop movinโ so much.โ Satoruโs large hands grip your thighs, holding them firmly in place as he continues to feast on your dripping pussy. โGotta let me eat you properly.โ He punctuates his point with a loud suck on your clit that has you mewling and twitching under his hold.
โT-Too much!โ You sob, hands curling into the silky white stands on his head, tugging uselessly. โSโtoo much, S-Satoruโฆโ
โYou wanna take my cock later, princess?โ He hums against your cunt, licking a hot stripe up your slit, chuckling as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. His gaze lazily travels upwards, greeted with the sight of you nodding furiously as tears stream down your cheeks.
โYes,โ you plead with wide, teary eyes. โN-need you.โ Satoru smirks.
โThen be a good girl and let me prep you,โ he coos, before diving right back between your folds, enjoying the broken sob that leaves your lips as he draws zigzags across your swollen clit.
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โI really donโt understand you,โ Suguru bristles, frustration evident by the way his eyebrows furrow as he eyes Satoru.
โHmm?โ Satoru looks at him with feigned innocence. โWhatever could you be talking about, dear Suguru?โ
โYouโre unbelievable.โ He sighs. โThose gifts you bought herโฆ theyโre worth almost a million yen. What the hell is wrong with you, really.โ
โWell, you told me I made her cry.โ The white-haired man shrugged. โI had to make up for it, didnโt I?โ Suguru squints suspiciously, at a brief loss for words.
โ...You are not normal,โ he finally scoffs.
โOf course not,โ Satoru agrees, unfazed.
โYou canโt keep doing this. Youโre gonna end up spoiling her.โ
โAnd whatโs so bad about that?โ
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โGimme another one, baby.โ Heโs faintly aware that if he makes you cum again, you really might pass out. However, he canโt really bring himself to be too concerned about that, not when heโs quickly becoming addicted to the taste of your dripping cunt and cries of pleasure.
โC-Canโt, I canโt โ โ You sob, entire body shaking around his mouth; youโre so sensitive.
โYou can,โ he insists between hungry slurps, not letting any of your arousal go to waste. โFuckโฆโ Youโre so sweet. Just how did he survive this long without having a taste of you?
โPleaseโฆโ Youโre still shy, trying your best to stifle your cries even as they fall in a steady stream from your trembling lips. Each loud squelch of your sopping pussy still has you cringing a little, not to mention the embarrassment that washes over you every time you catch a glimpse of your juices all over Satoruโs face.
โDonโt hold back anymore, sweetheart.โ He reaches up to grab your wrists, pulling them away from your mouth even as you blubber out a weak protest. โWanna hear you this time, say it loud. Say my name when you cum.โ One more combined thrust of his fingers, deep into your hole with a flick of his tongue across your clit has you creaming on his lips for the fourth time.
โS-Satoru!โ Youโre unable to control the beautifully loud whine of his name as Satoru greets your orgasm eagerly, savoring every last drop of your release on his tongue.
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โYou made her cry again.โ Suguru says, rolling his eyes as he approaches his best friend at their meeting spot.
โHuh?โ Satoru raises a brow. โHavenโt even seen her since two weeks ago. Whatโd I do?โ
โSheโs sad youโre moving away.โ Suguru tuts. โCanโt imagine why. Probably because she wonโt be able to use you for your wallet anymore.โ
โYou implyinโ Iโm just a wallet to her?โ Satoru exclaims, a little offended. The black-haired man shoots him a deadpan glare.
โYou know youโre not. But even youโre not enough of an asshole to use that against her.โ
โItโs just college,โ Satoru muses. โKid thinks I wonโt be back for her?โ
โIn two years sheโll be going off to college too.โ Suguru shrugs. โSheโll get over you.โ
โWhat a cruel thing to say.โ Satoru laughs it off, ignoring the small flicker of jealousy that flares to life deep in his chest.
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Satoru watches as your chest heaves up and down, in your effort to try to recover from the multiple orgasms he had just given you. Youโre lying limp on your bed, unable to move save for the periodic twitching of your thighs.
โSorry, princess, was that too much?โ Heโs teasing, but thereโs a genuine edge of concern to his voice as he cups your cheek in his hand. You nod, a few tears falling down your face. โAww, forgive me. Youโll forgive me, right?โ In response, you tug weakly on his shirt collar, asking him to come closer. He relents, allowing you to drag him down towards you. Satoruโs about to ask what you need, before you suddenly tilt your head upwards to kiss him.
Satoru lets out a small noise of surprise as your soft lips press against his, hesitant at first, but deepening once your fingers find further purchase in his shirt, gripping tightly. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you up into his lap.
You kiss him a little clumsily, still boneless from your release but Satoru doesnโt mind. Doesnโt mind at all, of course, when your lips are so soft against his, and he can swallow every quiet whimper that escapes you.
โSatoruโฆโ Your voice is raspy and small, but your eyes are wild as you cling helplessly to him. โA-Amโฆ Am I ready yet?โ His jaw goes slack in awe at the adorable, troubled expression on your face. Your lips are swollen into a permanent pout now as you look up at him with those wide doe eyes that always had him weak.
โ...Think you are,โ he heaves, realizing that heโs just as fucked out as you are. It takes everything in him to hold back the urge to just take you.
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โSheโs grown up.โ Satoru raises his eyebrows in pleasant surprise at the pictures that Suguru shows him. Your family had recently gone on vacation, so Suguru had been gone for an entire week, leaving his best friend and roommate all alone.
โThatโs what youโre looking at?โ Suguru shoots him an annoyed look.
โOh,โ says Satoru, glancing back at the picture. โUh, nice waterfall.โ
โOne of the seven natural wonders of the world and all you can see is my baby sister.โ Suguru exhales deeply.
โWhat? You canโt blame me too much. Kidโs changed,โ the white-haired man shoots defensively.
โSheโs twenty, not sixteen anymore. Of course, sheโs changed.โ Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose.ย
โI know that, I justโฆโ Satoru pauses, glancing back at the picture. Youโre still tiny, only reaching up to your brotherโs, and by extension his, chest. Your face has matured, though, baby fat gone from your cheeks. That didnโt stop you from being any less adorable, though โ your smile is as radiant as ever. He canโt help but let a small smile of his own slip onto his face.
โHopeless,โ Suguru mutters in disbelief. โHopeless, the both of you.โ
โHuh?โ
โNothing.โ
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Satoru lets you unbutton his shirt, watching in amusement as your eyes narrow with focus as each button pops open, slowly revealing more and more of his skin.
โUmโฆโ Youโre nervous. Itโs plain as day from the way your lip wobbles as your eyes sweep down the view of his chiseled chest and torso, only to end at the prominent bulge in his slacks.
โYou sure youโre okay with this, princess?โ He cups your chin in his hand, gently tilting your face to look straight at him. โNeed to rest?โ
โN-No!โ You protest immediately, shaking your head. โIโฆโ You glance back down at his erection, a flicker of desire in your eyes. โI needโฆโ You trail off, unable to say it.
โOkay.โ If he was feeling meaner, he would make you tell him exactly what you want. But he wants to be nice today, especially since youโve already cried so much for him. โOkay, baby. Donโt worry, youโll have it. Can you unzip me? Can you do that for me?โ You hesitate for a moment. Satoru briefly wonders if heโs perhaps pushed you a bit too hard.
But then youโre reaching for him, small hands finding the top of his pants and slowly undoing the button. Your fingers close around his zipper, slowly tugging it down.
โGood girl.โ He pecks your forehead. โTake me out of my boxers, alright?โ As his angry, swollen cock springs free from his underwear, you canโt contain your gasp.
โOhโฆโ The soft sound leaves you almost involuntarily as you stare and wonder at how the hell thatโs gonna fit in you. Heโs thick and long, rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. You slowly wrap your own hand around his cock, lips parting as your fingers fail to meet in the middle. Your own pussy clenches in a combination of fear and excitement.
โSee why I needed to prepare you, now?โ
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โSorry to spring this onto you all of a sudden, especially since you just got into town.โ Suguru sighs over the phone.
โDonโt worry about it. If youโre not around to take care of her, duty falls on me,โ says Satoru as he reverses his car out of the parking lot, heading to the location Suguru had sent him.
โLet me know when sheโs home safe. Tell her Iโll be back tomorrow.โ
โYeah, will do.โ
A pause.
โAndโฆ no funny business, got it?โ
โDonโt know what youโre talkinโ about.โ
โIโm serious, Satoru. She just confronted her asshole cheater ex. She doesnโt need you drooling all over her right now.โ
โRelax, dude. Iโm not that desperate.โ Satoru rolls his eyes.
โGood. Keep it that way.โ
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His conversation with Suguru lies in the back of his mind, forgotten, as Satoru places a gentle hand on your shoulder. โLay back and relax for me, sweetheart.โ You immediately obey, laying yourself down on your bed, heart beating fast in anticipation.
โSโgonna hurt, right?โ you ask softly.
โDonโt worry, baby. Iโve gotten you ready, see?โ Satoru comforts you, brushing his fingers against the wetness still soaking your entrance.
โOh.โ Tears suddenly well in your eyes. โUm, s-sorry, it just always hurt with himโฆโ
โWhat?โ Satoruโs eyes darken, unsure if you mean what he thinks you do.
โHe justโฆโ You bite your lip, trying not to let your tears fall. โH-He just p-put it in, yโknow?โ His heart drops in his stomach. Two years, two whole fucking years with that asshole, and he had never given you proper foreplay? No wonder you were so sensitive and responsive to his touch, your body had never received the attention itโs always deserved.
โBaby.โ Satoru squeezes your hand, fighting down the urge to find that asshole and beat him up. That could come later. Right now, he has to focus on you. โItโs not gonna be that way this time. Not with me. Okay?โ You nod, squeezing his hand in return.
โO-Okay.โ
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Itโs the first time heโs seen you in person in four years, and here you are in the passenger seat of his car, crying your eyes out.
You feel absolutely humiliated. You had called Suguru to ask him to pick you up from your ex-boyfriendโs house after you dumped him, but he had told you he couldnโt.
โIโll send someone to get you. Hang tight,โ heโd said.
You just didnโt know it was going to be Gojo Satoru, who hadnโt returned to your hometown since he graduated high school.
โIโm gonna bring you home,โ Satoru had told you, getting out of the driverโs seat to open the car door for you. โRelax, okay? Youโre safe now.โ He had buckled your seatbelt for you before settling in himself, starting the engine without another word.
The car ride back to your house is silent, save for the continuous sniffles that wrack your body as you try your best to stop your tears. Satoru silently puts a box of tissues in your lap at some point, and your heart stutters at the action.
Youโve known for many years now, that you never got over your first love.
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Clothes fully discarded, Satoru lowers himself on top of you, enamored with the way you shyly glance down at`his cock, gaze wavering for a moment before slowly looking back up at him, eyes begging for him to do something.
โTell me if you want to stop.โ He brushes his fingers, tender and gentle, across your cheek. You nod, hand curling around his bicep.
โKiss me,โ you request, and he gladly obliges, leaning down to peck your lips.
โMโgonna go slow,โ he tells you. โYou want me to stop, hit me real hard โ โ He smacks his own chest. โ โ Right here. Got it?โ
โI wonโt,โ you say bravely, eyes glimmering with determination. โIโฆ I can take it.โ Satoru laughs quietly.
โAlright, princess. Donโt act all cute, youโre just rilinโ me up now.โ You smile, a little mischievously.
โOh, you caught me.โ
โFuckโฆโ Satoru groans, pressing his forehead against yours. โYouโre gonna kill me.โ His fat tip taps against your clit once, twice. You gasp, eyes going glossy as you feel your swollen pussy clench desperately around nothing.
โSatoru,โ you plead. โP-Pleaseโฆโ
โIโll give you what you need. Relax for meโฆโ He aligns his tip with your entrance, prodding between your folds. Inch by inch, he sinks his cock into your warm, throbbing cunt, almost blacking out himself at the sensation of your tight, velvety walls clamping around his cock.
โA-Ahโฆ!โ You whine, gripping his bicep and squeezing your eyes shut. The stretch is almost too much, but the delicious sensation of being filled to the brim has you seeing stars.
โYou okay?โ Satoru pants, willing himself to stop from splitting you open on his cock to check on you.
โYes,โ you whimper. โYes, a-ah, please k-keep goingโฆโ Satoru rests his head in the crook of your neck as he continues to push himself in, enjoying the soft, labored whimpers as you take more and more of him, deep into your sopping hole.
โAlmost there,โ he coos. โAlmost there, princessโฆโ After what feels like an eternity, he finally sheaths the last of him in you, biting at your shoulder as he finally, finally feels exactly the sensation of being one with you.
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โDrink. Youโll feel better.โ Satoru places a glass of water in your hand as he leads you to your living room couch. You stubbornly refuse to look at him, letting the glass sit uselessly in your hand as you stare down at your lap.
He sighs, not sure what he should do. Heโs never been good at comforting others, let alone his friendsโ kid sisters. He knows youโre not a kid anymore, youโre a full grown adult, but the way youโre sulking and ignoring him says otherwise. Still, his fondness for you wins above all else as he takes the water back and puts it on the coffee table, letting you sit in silence.
โYou gonna be okay by yourself?โ he asks instead. Satoru doesnโt want to leave you alone, but heโs not sure if his presence will even help. He hasnโt been an active part of your life in years, and he has a feeling that this incredibly vulnerable moment isnโt the best time to barge back in. You donโt reply, twiddling your thumbs.
โCall me if you need anything,โ Satoru says hesitantly. โYou have my number, right?โ No response. โIโm gonna write it down for you.โ He finds a spare stack of Post-Its and does just that. You donโt react even when he sticks the note right on top of your forehead, in a shitty attempt to lighten your mood. Your deadpan glare, so much like your brotherโs tells him it did not work.
โSuguruโs gonna be back tomorrow,โ he tells you, taking the note off and soothing the annoyed crease between your eyebrows. โGo get some rest now, yeah?โ You look away. Satoru sighs. Seeing you upset like this hurts him way more than he would like to admit. โMโgonna leave. Get to bed soon.โ He pats the top of your head, just like he always used to do, which always made you whine when he messed up your hair. Youโre quiet now, not a peep of complaint leaving you.
He really misses hearing your voice.
โBye, then.โ Satoruโs about to turn around and leave, but you do something that seems to shock both of you. Your fingers curl and grab onto the hem of his collared shirt, stopping him in his tracks. He stares down at you in surprise, trying to process the sight of your small, thin fingers holding onto him for dear life.
โStay.โ The one word was enough to crumble his self-control.
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Youโre struggling to adjust to his size; he can tell from the way youโre digging your nails into his arm and the trembling of your thighs around his waist. Satoru stays still, waiting for your permission to go any further, right hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip.
โDonโt stress yourself, baby, just tell me what you want, when you want it,โ he murmurs against your neck, waiting patiently, torturously, for permission to move.
Youโre so overwhelmed by the sensation of being stuffed full; Satoru is much bigger than your ex-boyfriend and yet, the feeling isnโt painful. Itโs so good, a throbbing ache that extends outwards from your core all the way to the top of your head and the tip of your toes. You can hardly form thoughts, let alone words, as your pussy stretches around him, trying to accommodate the sheer size of his cock.
A few more moments pass, and you feel like youโre going crazy. The feeling of being so, so full is one that youโve never felt before, but you think youโre already addicted. Your thighs flex instinctively, closing tighter around Satoruโs waist and pushing his cock even deeper, pressing right against your sweet spot. You mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck, silently begging to be closer to him.
Satoru leans into the kiss you give him, groaning as your walls suddenly clench once around him, brain filling with nothing but white noise. โFuck,โ he grits out against your lips.ย โFuck, baby, I donโt know how much longer โ โ
โMove.โ Your command is quiet. Satoru almost wonders if heโs misheard you. But one look into your pleading, begging eyes confirms what you want. Unable to hold back any longer, he pulls his hips upwards, snapping right back into you with one long, hard thrust. You cry out, nails sinking into his shoulder blades.โM-More,โ you whisper. โNeed more.โ
He doesnโt need to be told twice.
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Satoruโs at a loss for words and actions as you stood on your tiptoes, reaching up and bringing his head down to kiss him. His arms instinctively wrap around your waist to steady you, craning his neck to allow you better access โ oh shit, what the hell is he doing?
He lets go of you like heโs touched something on fire, pulling back from the kiss. As your heels land back on the ground with a soft thud, heโs greeted by the sight of you looking like youโre about to cry again. โWait โ โ He reaches for you, but retracts his hand; heโs not sure if he can trust himself to stay in line. His heart is beating so fast, you had just kissed him, completely out of the blue.
Satoru knew about your crush on him when the two of you were younger. You started having feelings for him when you were thirteen and he was fifteen, making it painfully obvious. You followed him and Suguru around like a lost puppy whenever he came over, despite Satoruโs constant teasing.
He thought your actions were funny at first, becoming the root of his continued teasing. Despite still making you cry all the time, you always came right back to greet him with a smile upon his very next visit. After a while, Satoru looked at you with fondness, in the way that one would gaze at a small animal. You were harmless, sweet, and so very adorable.
Satoru didnโt return your feelings at the time. You were just Suguruโs kid sister that he liked to toy with sometimes. You were awfully cute when you were mad.
But now, as you look up at him with desperation and longing, his heart clenches faintly in his chest. Youโre so, so beautiful โ the pictures Suguru had showed him hadnโt done you justice in the slightest. You somehow look so enchantingly gorgeous at this moment, even with tears glistening in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks.
Would you hit him if he tried to wipe away your tears?
He never gets to find out, because you speak his name softly, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Satoru leans down to carefully listen to what you have to say. โW-Want you.โ
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โSo good, so fuckinโ good for me, princess,โ Satoru groans, reveling in the dizzying heat of your pussy as he drags his cock in and out of your walls, fucking you at a steady pace. โYou feel me in there? You feel me in your little cunt?โ
โY-Yes,โ you manage to sob out between moans, each rough snap of his hips into you melting your brain into jelly just a little more.ย
โWhat a perfect lil pussy,โ He chuckles as you squeal after a rather rough thrust, the loud squelch of your hole sucking him in echoing through the room. โNo sane person in this world would ever give this up this tight wet cunt.โ You whine at his filthy words, drool dripping out of the side of your mouth as Satoru continues to ram into you, faster, harder.
โSatoru!โ Youโre crying out his name over and over, legs wrapped firmly around his waist, pushing him deeper and deeper. โS-Satoru, I-I โ โ
โYou likinโ this, baby? Tell me how much you like this,โ he coos into your ear, hand reaching down to rub at your swollen clit.
โI l-like it s-so much, i-itโs so ahhโฆ! I-itโs so good,โ you sob out. You never thought sex could feel like this โ you never understood why the people around you were so obsessed with it, especially with the treatment you received from your ex.
Now, though, as each rut of Satoruโs dick into your cunt kisses your sweet spot, you get it. You donโt know if youโll ever be able to forget this feeling of being filled by cock so brutally sweet.
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โHold on.โ Satoru had tried to protest, he really had. Youโd just broken up with your boyfriend. Like Suguru said, the last thing you needed was any funny business. โListen โ โ He sighs out your name, making your bottom lip wobble. โYou have to go rest, donโt be reckless.โ
โPlease.โ You tug at his sleeve, staring at him with that puppy-eyed look that always gets you what you want. He really had spoiled you, hadnโt he?
โNot now,โ he tried to reason with you. โYouโre still hurting, youโre not in the right mind.โ You glare at him.
โWhoโre you to say mโnot in the right mind?โ you whine. โIโฆโ You suddenly seem to lose your confidence, staring down at the floor. โ...I only ever wanted you.โ
โWhat?โ Satoru stares, wide-eyed, at your confession.
โKnow you donโt want me that way,โ you continue, voice small. โBut Iโฆ donโt care.โ You sniffle. โDonโt care, Satoru. Just want you.โ
And when you tug desperately at his shirt again, this time, Satoru is too far gone.
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โFuck, Iโm close.โ He growls into your neck, his pace picking up as he chases after his release, He coaxes you to join him, thumbing at your clit and cooing for you to โLet go, cum for me, cโmon. Cream all over my cock, princess.โ
The only sounds in the room are a symphony of your moans and the slick sounds of his cock pushing in and out of your hole as a coil forms deep in your gut, threatening to snap at any moment. You feel tears stain your cheeks as Satoruโs pace increases, pounding into you so deep you can practically feel him in your throat.
โS-Satoru, Iโm g-gonna โ !โ You cut yourself off with a loud, lewd moan, cunt clenching down hard around him as you come undone for the fifth time just this night. You swear you lose consciousness for a second, lost in the euphoric feeling of your release as your swollen pussy throbs in satisfaction.
โShit..โ A few quick, shallow thrusts later, Satoru finishes as well, thick ropes of cum splurting into your womb, filling you with a warm sensation.
โA-Ahโฆโ you whimper out, pussy fluttering weakly around his softening cock, which is still fully sheathed inside you. A white ring remains on his dick as he gently pulls himself off of you, cum dripping from your spent pussy onto the sheets. Satoru tuts, placing a pillow under your hips so you wonโt leak.
Youโre only faintly aware of what heโs doing as he leaves briefly and returns with a warm, wet towel, gently asking you to open your legs for him. You obey, but youโre so exhausted you canโt help it as your eyes droop shut. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Satoru leaning forward to peck your forehead, praising you for taking him so well.
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You wake up a few hours later to sunlight streaming through your bedroom window, making you squint a little as you sit up in bed. You immediately gasp at the ache between your legs, and the soreness racing up and down your body.
Memories of the previous night come flooding back as a sleepy groan sounds from next to you. Satoru stirs, awakened by your panicked sound, asking softly, โYou okay, baby?โ
Oh god. Shit. Fuck. You actually had sex with Gojo Satoru.
โHmm?โ He looks a little concerned at your lack of response, pulling you against him. โWhatโs wrong, sweetheart? You in pain? Sorry, did my best to clean you up and everything.โ Only then do you realize that the place between your thighs is no longer sticky, and that youโre wearing a fresh set of underwear with Satoruโs unbuttoned shirt wrapped around you.
โ...What did we do?โ You whisper in a muddled mixture of shock and amazement.
โYou regret it?โ he asks carefully, pulling back a little to gauge your reaction. You shake your head vehemently, snuggling back close to him. You breathe in his scent, eyes fluttering closed. You feel so right at home in his arms.
โNo.โ You ponder for a bit. โBut itโs never gonna happen again, right?โ Satoruโs breath catches in his throat.
โWhat?โ
โI know last night mightโve given you the wrong impression.โ You swallow hard, trying to contain the feelings bubbling up within you. Satoru just looks so beautiful under the morning sun, his crystal blue eyes glittering in the light. You know youโre not mistaken, youโve never been so sure about it โ you love him. โI donโtโฆ do this. Thank you for being with me for this one night, butโฆโ you trail off.
โHey, hey.โ Youโre crying again, and this time, Satoru wipes the tears off your cheek, cupping your face between his hands. โWhatโre you talkinโ about?โ
โDonโt want just this from you,โ you continue vaguely, looking away shamefully. โBut I donโtโฆ I donโt expect you to want the same.โ He stills at your words, trying to decipher them properly.
โYou still in love with me?โ He deciphered them spot on, but that doesnโt stop a humiliated squeak from leaving you. Youโre huffing, face on fire with a mixture of frustration and embarrassment.
โF-Fine, whatever! You know already, soโฆโ You look away, gnawing at your lower lip. โThatโs w-why โ โ
โDonโt really know why youโre so upset, princess,โ he cuts you off, pulling you out of the downward spiral he sees youโre about to fall into. โThinkโฆโ Satoru pauses to swipe at a tear at the corner of your eyes. โStill such a crybaby,โ he canโt help but say, watching with amusement as you scowl at him with all the ferocity of an angry kitten.
โUgh, jerk! Four years later and you still canโt take me seriously, God, why do I even bo โ โ He cuts you off again, this time with a kiss. When he pulls away, heโs smiling gently, chuckling at your dumbfounded expression.
โThink I love you too,โ he finishes. โSo youโve got nothing to worry about.โ A few moments pass.
โ...Are you fucking with me?โ You look him dead in the eye.
โTechnically, I already did,โ he replies cheerfully. You look at him in disbelief. โOkay, sorry, sorry, sweetheart. Let me spell it out for you.โ Satoru holds you close to him, tracing slow, comforting circles along your back. โBe my girlfriend?โ
You answer him with a kiss of your own.
-
Suguru sighs, fishing in his pocket for his house keys as he approaches the front door. Heโs worried about you; although the bastard had cheated on you and deserved to have you dump him, he knows youโre still probably heartbroken.
Or at least a little heartbroken. Suguruโs aware you never really that into your ex, if your drunk phone calls about how much you miss Satoru were enough evidence. Hiding those from his best friend was tough work; he would have to sit in the bathroom or the closet with his headphones and speak as quietly and carefully as possible to not rouse any suspicion.
Either way, he knows you definitely need some cheering up right now. Heโs brought you a box of cupcakes from your favorite bakery, hoping it would be enough to at least get you in a talking mood.
Imagine his surprise when he opens the door and the first thing he sees is Gojo Satoru. Not only is Gojo Satoru standing in his kitchen, but heโs wearing Suguruโs apron, a gift from you many Christmases ago. To make things worse, heโs nearly butt naked under it, only wearing a pair of boxers that are โ wait a second, are those Suguruโs as well?
โOh hey, Suguru!โ If Satoru is nervous or embarrassed, he plays it off well as he turns around and waves, flashing the stupid, faded picture of Remy from Ratatouille on his apron right in Suguruโs face. โYou hungry? Was just makinโ some eggs.โ
โWhat the actual fuck,โ Suguru grits out, putting two and two together as you choose that moment to wander out into the kitchen, wearing nothing but an unfamiliar collared button down that reaches down nearly to your knees. Satoruโs.
โS-Sugu.โ Your eyes go round, stopping in your tracks. No one speaks for a moment. Satoruโs still happily cooking eggs. Suguruโs expression is stone cold. Youโre staring at your brother with embarrassment written all over your face.
โBaby, you ready for food?โ Satoru steps away from the stove to wrap an arm around your waist, smooching you on top of your head. You make a stuttered noise under your breath, glancing back at your brother.
Suguruโs smiling now, but not in the traditional sense. He looks almost maniacal as he slowly places the box of cupcakes on the table before locking eyes with Satoru. Finally, the white-haired man has enough shame for his casual grin to falter.
โWhat happened to no funny business?โ
Satoru is forced to abandon the stove, running away from a fuming Suguru chasing after him with the first thing he could find on the dining table โ a carrot.
โSugu, stop, itโs okay โ โ Your pleas fall on deaf ears as your brother is hell-bent on finding a way to murder his best friend with a vegetable. You sigh deeply, moving to go after them when you suddenly smell something burning. Your head snaps to where the eggs Satoru was cooking are now sitting blackened over the flame.
Needless to say, the first morning with Gojo Satoru as your official boyfriend was far from perfect.
Thankfully, you would have many, many more mornings with him, each more wonderful than the last, that this one quickly faded from importance.
But not from Suguruโs.
โI still remember,โ Suguru says, clearing his throat for dramatic effect. โWhen I opened the door on that one morning, and you were not only in my house, but you were half-naked wearing my apron and my underwear โ โ
Satoru groans as the audience bursts into laughter at his best manโs speech, burying his face in your shoulder. Youโre giggling right along with them, sparing your new husband a peck on the cheek as his best friend continues to tear him apart.
โThen you had the audacity to pretend nothing was wrong โ โ
Satoru knew he would never live this down, but he had zero regrets. Not when youโre sitting right next to him in a pretty white dress holding his hand under the table.
โWell.โ Suguru looks over at him, raising a brow. โGot anything to say?โ Satoru takes the mic from him, face splitting into a shit-eating grin as he says two words:
cw: explicit sexual content (18+ only)โgraphic sex, oral (m. receiving), penetration, p in v, rough domination, overstimulation, possessive dynamics. religious/moral themesโtheology elements, sin imagery, temptation. fantasy/demon elementsโsummoning, supernatural seduction, succubus lore. power imbalance & controlโone character initially in control, dynamic shift mid-scene. languageโstrong language, degradation, dirty talk. emotional intensityโblurred lines between lust, faith, and obsession. THIRD PERSON'S POV
Katsukiโs dorm room didnโt look like much from the outsideโjust another corner unit stacked with textbooks and notebooks. But anyone who stepped inside would notice the difference immediately. The shelves werenโt filled with the usual clutter of college life. Instead, they were lined with old volumes scavenged from antique stores, dusty secondhand shops, and obscure websites: The Lesser Key of Solomon, translations of grimoires, printouts of faded manuscripts.
He didnโt even know when the fascination startedโmaybe back in middle school, when he could swear heโd seen shadows flicker where they shouldnโt, heard whispers when the room was dead silent. He chalked it up to stress, imagination, but part of him never let it go.
By the time he got into theology, heโd chosen his focus without hesitation: demonology. He collected. He studied. Sometimes, without thinking, he found himself redrawing sigils heโd seen in old texts, the lines burned too vividly into his memory.
And tonight, he was doing exactly that.
Glasses slipping low on his nose, he hunched over his journal, pen moving with careful strokes. His notebook already had pages of messy sketches and copied symbols, but this one wasโฆ different. The more he drew, the sharper the lines came out, as if his hand already knew the shapes. He shaded details he usually wouldโve skipped, added flourishes without realizing it.
When he leaned back, the page didnโt look like a simple doodle. It looked complete. Alive.
The sigil pulsed once.
Katsuki blinked, rubbed his eyes. โThe fuckโโ
The pulse came again, violet light bleeding through the ink. The air pressure in the room shifted, heavy enough that his ears popped. Papers flew off his desk, wind whirling in a space that had no business having a breeze. The lights above flickered violently, buzzing, threatening to blow.
Then the walls themselves seemed toโฆ stretch. Bend. His breath caught as shadows twisted, pulling away from the corners.
And in the center of the glowing sigil, reality split.
She appeared as if stepping through liquid airโhorns curling elegantly from her head, a pair of leathery wings unfurling with a snap, a tail trailing lazily behind her. Her body was covered in a skin-tight outfit that left very little to the imagination, every curve highlighted like sheโd been crafted to break men in half.
Katsukiโs jaw went slack, his pen clattering to the floor.
The woman hovered above the sigil for a moment, violet light wrapping her like a halo. Her eyesโslitted, glowing faintlyโfixed on him. And when she spoke, her voice was silk and smoke, curling around his ears.
โMyโฆ itโs been a while since someone managed to summon me.โ She drifted closer, feet not even touching the ground. Her lips curved into a dangerous, sultry smile. โWhat a cute master I have this time.โ
Katsukiโs mouth worked soundlessly for a second, brain tripping over itself. He knew this couldnโt be real. It had to be stress, or sleep deprivation, or maybe the fumes from that shitty candle his roommate left burning last week. But the sharp smell of ozone in the air, the prickle down his spine, the way the wind tangled through his notesโthis wasnโt a hallucination.
The demonโs wings unfurled wider, casting shadows that swallowed the corners of the room. She touched down lightly, not with a thud, but a feline grace that made his pulse hammer. Her heels clicked once against the wood, though she didnโt even need to walkโshe floated more than anything, circling him like a predator whoโd found something unexpected.
โMmmโฆโ her voice was a purr, low and velvety. โYou donโt even realize what youโve done, do you?โ
Katsukiโs throat went dry. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, trying to cling to some sense of rationality. โYouโreโthis isnโtโsummoning requiresโโ His words stumbled, his usual sharp tongue failing him for once.
The demon chuckled, the sound silken and rich. โAdorable. Quoting rules to me as if you didnโt just tear open a path between worlds.โ
She drifted closer, leaning in just enough that he caught the sweet, dangerous scent of her skin. โYouโve always had the connection. Shadows following you, voices whispering, signs in the corner of your eye. Havenโt you wondered why you notice the things others donโt?โ
Katsuki stiffened. Because he had. Heโd noticed since he was a kid, but never said it out loud.
Her smile sharpened at his silence. โThatโs why it worked. Thatโs why Iโm here.โ
She tilted her head, eyes flicking down his body. The sweatshirt and sweatpants looked shapeless, but her gaze was too keen, too knowing. A claw-tipped finger trailed lightly down the front of his hoodie, pressing just enough to feel the solid muscle beneath.
โOhโฆโ she breathed, feigning surprise but clearly delighted. โAnd whatโs this? My shy little theologian is hiding quite the body under all these layers.โ Her lips curved, voice dropping to a whisper. โWhat else are you hiding, hm?โ
Katsukiโs jaw clenched, a faint flush creeping up his neck despite himself. โS-stopโโ
โOh, he stutters,โ she teased, her wings arching higher. โCute and strong. I must have been a very good girl in another life to be rewarded with a master like you.โ
She leaned close, lips grazing the shell of his ear, her breath hot and sultry. โTell me, masterโฆ do you want me to show you what it means to truly command a succubus?โ
Katsukiโs brain was running a thousand miles an hour. His textbooks had pages of notes on demons, passages underlined, margin scribbles of scripture about temptation, contracts, damnation. He knew the storiesโmonks and saints plagued by visions, men undone by succubi until their souls were nothing but ash.
Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. He could practically hear the verse in his head.
And yetโฆ the woman before him wasnโt fleeing. She was closing in.
โYouโre tense,โ she murmured, her lips curling in mock sympathy. โAll those rules and scriptures rattling around in that clever little headโฆ but your body knows the truth already, doesnโt it?โ
Katsuki flinched when her handsโcool and smoothโsettled at the hem of his sweatshirt. She didnโt tug it up. Not yet. Just toyed with the fabric, brushing her nails along his hips as if she already owned him.
He gritted his teeth, trying to ground himself. โThisโthis isnโtโfuckโthis is temptation. Youโre testing me. Like in the desertโChrist himself was tempted. I know what this is.โ His voice shook, his usual bite buried under the weight of conviction battling instinct.
The succubus tilted her head, amused. โMmmโฆ quoting scripture while blushing. My favorite kind of pious boy.โ
Then she sank to her knees.
Katsukiโs breath hitched so sharp it hurt. She looked up at him from the floor, wings folded behind her like a throne, horns gleaming faintly violet under the flickering light. His vision swam with the image, his heart pounding so hard it rattled his ribs.
Her hands slid over his thighs, slow, claiming. She pressed her cheek against the shape of him through his sweatpants, a sinful hum vibrating up her throat. โYou call this temptation,โ she purred, lips brushing the fabric, โbut tell meโฆ does your God not make beautiful things?โ
Katsukiโs knees nearly buckled. He grabbed the edge of his desk like a lifeline. โYouโyouโre twisting it. Twisting the Word. This is corruption. Iโm notโโ
She cut him off with a laugh, silky and cruel. โOh, masterโฆ youโre already corrupted. You drew my sigil perfectly, down to the last curve. You wanted me here. And nowโโ her tongue flicked out, tracing a line along the straining bulge in his pants, โโyou want this.โ
Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut, muttering half-formed prayers under his breath. It didnโt stop his cock from twitching against her mouth.
โLook at you,โ she whispered, lips ghosting over him. โSo big for such a shy little theologian. Talking so big about morality when youโre about to give me somethingโฆ much bigger.โ
She smirked up at him, eyes glowing faintly violet. โTell me, masterโฆ are you going to resist me? Or will you let me worship you like the god youโve been pretending not to be?โ
Her lips parted, soft and deliberate, teasing the tip through the thin fabric. She licked, kissed, let her breath ghost over him, drawing those shaky curses from Katsukiโs mouth as if she were stringing rosary beads of sin.
โYou see?โ she cooed, tugging his sweats down just enough to free him. โThe body never lies. Look at you, masterโswollen, aching, begging without a single prayer.โ
Katsukiโs breath hitched, but he still clung to words like they were armor. โThisโthis is carnal temptation. Youโreโโ His sentence broke into a strangled groan as her tongue traced the thick vein running along his shaft. His knees buckled.
She hummed around him, pleased, her lips dragging to the flushed head, smearing her spit across it before circling lazily, as though savoring her first taste. โMmmโฆ divinely made. Youโre beautiful, Katsuki. Do you think holiness disappears just because you put it in my mouth?โ
Katsukiโs grip on the desk whitened, knuckles trembling. He wanted to drag her up, banish her, do something righteousโbut every wet swirl of her tongue unraveled scripture in his head like it was parchment burning in flame.
She sank further, slow, letting him stretch her lips around his sheer size, the smug glow in her eyes never wavering. โSo bigโฆ ahh, poor boy. No wonder youโre so tenseโyouโve been carrying this sin around inside you, heavy and unspent.โ She moaned softly against him, her voice reverberating against the shaft. โLet me take it. Let meโฆ ease you.โ
The words shattered the last wall.
Katsukiโs hand shot out, fisting in her hair, shoving her down in one brutal thrust.
She gagged, eyes wide, the smug curve of her mouth collapsing into shock as his cock slammed halfway down her throat. Her nails dug into his thighsโnot to stop him, but to anchor herself as he pulled her back and drove in again, harder.
The desk rattled with the force of his hips. The shaky, blushing boy she thought she was toying with was goneโwhat snarled above her now was hunger incarnate.
โShut the fuck up,โ Katsuki growled through clenched teeth, his voice guttural, half a snarl, half a groan. Drool slicked her chin as he pumped into her mouth, his pace ragged, desperate. โYou think you can tempt me? Talk like Iโm weak? Hahโlook at youโchoking on me, canโt even take it.โ
Her vision blurred, throat raw as he fucked into her, but she could feel it now. The sheer weight of his lust wasnโt clumsy or adolescentโit was wrathful, searing, prideful. This wasnโt an innocent scholar fumbling in sin. This was a man who had been denying himself, storing every ounce of desire until it erupted like fire and brimstone.
Tears streamed down her face, spit slicking her neck as he bottomed out, her throat convulsing around him. His hand yanked her tighter against him, his hips jerking. โFuckโโ His moan was almost a roar, deep, feral.
In that moment, the succubus knew: she hadnโt been summoned by a prey. She had been summoned by something dangerously close to her own kind. Pride and lust, wrapped in human flesh.
And she was about to be consumed by it.
Her claws dug crescent moons into his thighs as his cock rammed her throat again and again, each thrust punishing, relentless. She wanted to think she still had the upper hand, that this was her planโcorrupt the mortal boy, make him crumble. But the truth hit harder than his hips slamming against her face.
She was enjoying it.
The sting in her throat, the burn of oxygen deprivation, the way his voice broke into guttural moansโevery rough pull and snap of his hips sent a heat spiraling low in her belly. She was supposed to be the predator, the temptress. Yet here she was, eyes glassy, drooling mess, heart racing with every brutal use of her mouth.
โFuck,โ Katsuki groaned, head tipped back, his hand tight in her hair. The boyโs restraint had snapped completely, replaced by something primal, vicious. โYour mouthโshitโitโs perfectโโ His hips bucked erratically now, every sound ripped straight from his chest as though heโd been holding it in for years.
She gagged, throat stretching obscenely as he forced her nose to his abdomen. Tears streaked down her flushed cheeks, but instead of resisting, her tongue pressed eagerly against him, savoring the sheer weight of him filling her. A moan vibrated in her throat, loud and wanton.
Her body betrayed her. Heat pooled between her thighs, slick dripping down her skin. She was tremblingโnot from fear, but from pleasure, from the shock of wanting this so badly.
And Katsuki felt it. He smelled it.
โShitโhahโfilthy demon,โ he snarled, hips jerking in sharp thrusts, as if punishing her for daring to tempt him. โYou love this, donโt you? Thought you were the one in control. Look at youโfuckinโ ruined on my cock.โ
Her muffled whimper confirmed it.
One last shove and he buried himself to the hilt, her throat convulsing around him as his whole body locked up. With a guttural growl, he spilled deep down her throat, hot and heavy, his release forcing her to swallow or choke. He held her there until every drop was wrung from him, until she was shaking and breathless.
Only then did he finally yank her up, spit and cum smeared across her lips, her chest heaving as she coughed air back into her lungs. She looked wrecked, pupils blown wide, trembling from more than exertion.
Katsuki dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, breathing hard, his glasses fogged and slipping down his nose. His eyes burned scarlet, not with shame, but with something darker.
โYouโre not done,โ he growled, voice low and commanding as he dragged her closer by her jaw. โYou think that was enough? Hah. Weโre just getting started.โ
Her lips parted, still swollen, her laugh weak and breathless. But the truth curled in her gut like fire: she wasnโt the one devouring him.
He was devouring her.
Katsuki shoved her back, the mattress squealing as her body hit the sheets. Her wings splayed open instinctively, tail twitching as if betraying her arousal. He didnโt even glance at her pitiful little gaspโhe was too busy stripping the hoodie off his shoulders and tossing it aside, leaving only his sweats clinging low on his hips.
The air shifted. The nerdy, hesitant student was gone.
This wasnโt timid curiosity. This was domination.
Her breath hitched when his hands tore at her outfit, the enchanted fabric snapping and slithering away in scraps under his grip. In seconds, her body lay bare to him, bathed in dim violet glow from the sigils still pulsing faintly around his room.
Katsuki froze. Not out of hesitation, but because he wanted to look.
His gaze raked over every line, every flawless curveโthe swell of her breasts, the dips of her waist, the faint glow of the sigil etched just below her navel. But what held him was lowerโbetween her thighs, glistening, dripping, begging.
โYouโreโฆโ His lip curled into a slow, dangerous smirk. โโฆperfect.โ
His hand pressed flat to her chest, fingers spreading over her breasts, rough palm sliding down her stomach. She trembled when his touch brushed the glowing mark, heat sparking like he was testing its power. But then his fingers slid further, tracing over her folds.
Hot. Wet. Soaked.
A low chuckle rumbled out of him. โFuckโฆ warm as hell.โ He dragged a single finger up, watching the way she shuddered, the slickness coating his fingertip. โI wonderโฆโ His eyes locked with hers, sharp and unblinking. โโฆif this dirty cuntโs gonna feel as good as your mouth did. If you could take me down your throatโฆโ His smirk deepened, dangerous. โโฆyouโll take me here too.โ
Her breath caught. No summoner had ever spoken to her like thisโno hesitation, no worship. Just absolute claiming.
And then he pushed his sweats down.
Her jaw slackened. Sheโd already had him in her throat, already gagged around his cock, but seeing it freeโthick, long, veined, standing heavy against his toned stomachโmade her chest tighten. Even a succubus, forged in sin and indulgence, felt her breath stutter.
Bigger than she imagined. Bigger than anyone sheโd ever taken.
She bit her lip without meaning to. Oh, fuck.
Katsuki saw it. He saw her falter, and it lit something cruel in him.
โYou look surprised, demon.โ He gripped himself, stroking lazily, smearing her slick over his flushed tip as he lined it up against her folds. He dragged the head along her slit, slow and taunting, pressing against her clit, then slipping down to her entrance but never pushing in. Over and over, letting her feel the weight of him, the stretch that awaited.
Her tail curled tight, her chest heaving. She couldnโt stop the whine that left her throat, her voice breaking in a breathless plea.
โPleaseโฆโ
Katsukiโs smirk sharpened. He leaned down, his mouth brushing her ear as his cock nudged just barely inside, teasing the first tight stretch.
โThatโs it. Beg pretty for me.โ His tone was low, dangerous, a promise and a threat. โIโll open you upโฆ nice and slow. Make sure you feel every inch of what you asked for.โ
And with torturous patience, he began to push inโstretching her walls around him, inch by inch, watching the succubus writhe and gasp beneath him as if she were the one being undone.
Her claws tore shallow grooves into the sheets as his cock slid deeper, spreading her open in a way sheโd never known was possible. Inch by inch, Katsuki pressed in, watching her face the whole timeโher lips parted, gasps tumbling out, pupils blown wide as her body tried to accommodate him.
โShitโฆโ she breathed, voice breaking. โYouโreโfuckโyouโre tooโโ
โToo big?โ Katsuki grunted, hips rolling forward just enough to force another inch inside. His smirk widened at her strangled moan. โThought demons could take anything. Donโt tell me youโre tapping out already.โ
Her wings fluttered, tail whipping against the sheets, every instinct betraying her. She wasnโt supposed to struggle. She wasnโt supposed to feel overwhelmed. But her cunt squeezed tight around him, dripping shamelessly, proving her body was addicted already.
Katsuki lowered himself until his chest brushed hers, one hand braced by her head, the other gripping her thigh and hauling it higher around his hip. He held her like she was nothing, forcing her open wider. His lips brushed her ear, his voice a growl.
โRelax,โ he ordered, dragging out the last word, โand let me in.โ
Her body obeyed before her pride did. Her walls loosened just enough for him to bury the rest of his length with a final thrust. Her cry tore through the room, echoing against the flickering sigils.
Katsuki groaned, his head tipping back, sweat beading on his forehead. โFuckโtightโโ He rolled his hips once, deep and slow, grinding against her walls until she squirmed. โโyou feel like you were made for me.โ
Her nails raked down his back, desperate, needy. โOhhh fuckโyesโpleaseโmoveโโ
He didnโt. He just held there, buried to the hilt, forcing her to feel every inch stretching her raw. His hand slid up to cup the back of her head, shielding her from the headboard as he finally drew back. Then, with a snap of his hips, he slammed back in.
Her scream broke into a moan, eyes rolling back, her pride shattering with every thrust. He found a rhythmโslow at first, deliberate, like he was savoring her, testing how much she could take. Each roll of his hips drove her further apart, until she was trembling and gasping, a wreck beneath him.
Katsukiโs smirk returned, sharp and cruel. โLook at you. Demon of temptation, writhing like a slut on my cock.โ He thrust harder, faster, slamming her into the mattress with every snap of his hips. โBet you never thought youโd be the one begging, huh?โ
Her voice cracked, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She couldnโt even deny it. โN-noโfuckโpleaseโdonโt stopโโ
He groaned, his grip tightening on her thigh as he pounded her deeper, harder, until the headboard rattled with each thrust.
And in that moment, she understood: she wasnโt the predator here.
She was prey.
Her body arched, wings trembling, as Katsukiโs thrusts grew sharper, deeper, pounding the breath out of her. Every time he bottomed out, sparks shot across her skin, her glowing sigil flaring like it was feeding off the intensity.
โFuckโyouโre squeezing me so tight,โ he growled, sweat dripping down his temple as he slammed into her again. His thumb dragged roughly over her clit, and her whole body convulsed.
She gasped, head whipping to the side, mouth open in a cry. โIโahhโcanโtโโ
โYes, you can,โ he cut her off, tone sharp, merciless. โTake it, demon. Take all of me.โ
His lips crashed onto hers before she could respond. It wasnโt a gentle kissโit was searing, hungry, claiming. His tongue pressed deep, swallowing her moans as if he owned every sound she made.
The kiss broke her.
Her hips bucked wildly, walls clamping down around his cock as the heat inside her snapped. A scream ripped from her throat but was swallowed by his mouth, her whole body seizing as she came harder than she ever had in her life. Slick gushed out of her, soaking their thighs, her wings flaring wide before curling tight around him like she couldnโt let go.
Katsuki growled against her lips โ and spilled inside her.
Hot. Heavy. Endless.
Her eyes flew open at the sensation, moaning helplessly into his mouth as thick ropes of cum flooded her, so much she felt it pooling deep inside before it forced its way out around his cock, leaking down onto the sheets.
Katsuki groaned into the kiss, grinding deep, refusing to let up as she writhed and shook under him. He pulled back just enough to see her faceโher flushed cheeks, tear-streaked lashes, lips swollen from his kiss. She looked wrecked.
And to his absolute satisfactionโฆ she looked in love.
Her eyes met his, dazed and vulnerable, as if she couldnโt comprehend what just happened. A succubus, creature of lust and corruption, undone by a mortalโs kiss.
He smirked, thrusting again just to watch her shiver. His forehead pressed against hers, breath hot and heavy.
โYeahโฆโ he muttered, voice low and rough. โโฆyouโre mine now.โ
Her lips trembled, a broken little laugh spilling out. She should have denied it, should have laughed in his face. But all she could do was kiss him back, desperate and clinging, as if she already belonged to him.
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i always get a little shy and unsure of how to respond to compliments and that led me to think about satoru fucking you from behind, his hand cupping your chin to make you face your reflection, his thumb sucked into your mouth.
"look so pretty f'me, don't you, baby?" he smirks, leaning down to kiss the side of your neck, eyes locking onto yours in the reflection of the mirror.
and when the only response he gets is a whine and a deeper flush of your cheeks, he pulls out until your walls are clinging onto his tip. "what do you say?" he prompts in that sickeningly sweet voice of his.
"... t-thank you," you manage to say through stutters and he smiles, proud and loving.
he kisses your neck again, trailing up to your cheek, his lips etching praises into your skin. "there we go. wasn't so hard, was it?"
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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ๊ฑโ
plap plap plap. โ reversed cowgirl. โ penetration + fingering. โ demolishing your pussy. โ exhibitionism. โ pounding you from the back. โ breath play. โ youโre so easy to break. โ riding him.
CHOSO KAMO. ๊ฑโ
jerking him off while making out. โ choso being affectionate. โ working your hand on him. โ polite roughhousing. โ worshiping you. โ gameplay. โ overstimulation. โ 69ing. โ bdsm.
NANAMI KENTO. ๊ฑโ
idk but the watch is soooo giving nanami. โ thrusting inside his cute girl. โ sitting on his lap. โ wearing tiny skirts to get him to fuck you. โ touching you. โ what a pretty sight. โ riding him.
GOJO SATORU. ๊ฑโ
his way of taking care of you. โ backshots. โ rubbing your clit. โ mutual masturbation. โ gojo coded. โ folded missionary. โ grinding yourself on him. โ semi-public. โ spooning you.
GETO SUGURU. ๊ฑโ
ghostface leaving you brainfucked. โ cnc w ghostface. โ helping you shove a dildo up your hole. โ fingering you while pampering you with kisses. โ fucking you too good. โ bath sex.
SUKUNA RYOMEN. ๊ฑโ
nasty backshots. โ he only feeds his cock to bimbos. โ taped up cunt. โ bdsm. โ hes so mean when fucking you. โ headlock. โ at his service. โ manhandling. โ pounding you from below.
cw: sub! megumi, dom! gn! reader, overstimulation, handjobs (as always), dacryphilia, slight sadism in reader, slight masochism in megumi? teasing, "good boy" used once.
wc: 1.3k
a/n: i have been recently hating my writing style guys what do I do </3 also I did this instead of hw so tonight is gonna suck.
โwaitwaitwaitwait!โ megumi mumbles into your neck for the third time this night. you feel another round of tears drip onto your collarbone, and shaky hands grip your t-shirt in a plea. he was naked โ his pale skin seeming to flush a shade of red, and his spine was curved as he caved in over himself.
your thumb circles around the tip, teasing it until you watch another glob of precum bead at his slit. you crane your neck to look at him, using your free hand to tilt his chin up to press a small kiss to his lips. โdoing so good,โ you mumble into his mouth, and he lets out a broken sob, โstaying still and taking it. we donโt need any rope today.โ
his whole body feels to be on fire, and with every stroke of your hand, a whole new wave of overstimulation forces another shiver. the boy's mouth hangs open, lip glistening from a mix of saliva from your mouth and tears. โyouโre so mean to me."
โpoor thing,โ you coo, knowing that you aren't going to do anything about his complaint. instead, you use your thumb to brush away some tears. he sniffles at you, nodding his head to hopefully coax some more praise. but your mind travels back to your movements, your wrists twisting back and forth as you focus on the red tip. โbut you look so cute like this, i canโt help it, yโknow that.โ
his head falls back onto your shoulder, and immediately, he plants kisses on your neck, nibbling at the skin to try and distract himself. the top of his dark hair was matted with sweat, but the tips of it tickled your collarbone. you use your thumb to rub at his cheek as you continue to stroke him off, ignoring his sporadic jerks of pain. โcan you cum again? just one more time, for me?โ
the noise megumi lets out is meek, pathetic even, and he shakes his head into your chest. he has begun to hiccup from the intensity of his sobs, and his hand hasn't moved from gripping fiercely at your shirt. "last one," he breathes, rubbing his nose into your skin, "p-promise its the last one!"
you grab his face again with one hand and begin to pepper it with kisses, successfully wiping away more tears as he whines with shut eyes. his eyelashes are globbed together, and when he opens them again, he narrows them at you, slightly peeved and scared at your lack of response. "promise," he manages to get out before he bites his lip from you rubbing your pointer finger over his slit.
"fine, fine, I promise," you concede, and your hand stops teasing him, instead fully pumping him from base to tip. the act makes his thighs tremble, and you push them slightly more apart to give you easier access. the redness of his cock contrasts his pale skin adorably, and you can't help you're staring as he continues to leak.
"it hurts," he whimpers, mostly to himself, because all he can think about is how overwhelmed he feels. his thoughts are spinning, and even just the slightest touches on other parts of his body seem to startle him due to him focusing his entire attention on trying not to rip your hand off of his cock.
you don't pay attention to the whine, instead just pressing more kisses to his flushed cheeks, nibbling gently at the flesh while he sniffles. but, even with all the complaints and whines he was letting out, you've noticed that his hips have begun to buck back into your hand, only making the lewd noise louder. he tries to pretend that it was you who was torturing him, but his movements were of his own free will.
"you like it now?"
"no!" he says much too quickly, flashing you panicked eyes. "i-i just. 's not my fault!" at this point, you have fully stopped your movements just to watch in admiration of the boy. he was desperate in his movements, and with each thrust of his hips into the makeshift hole a coo leaves your mouth.
"aw, look, now you're getting excited. do you want to cum, megumi?" you purr, brushing his bangs back while twisting your other wrist. his eyes roll back, and his mouth remains open as he lets out quick, short breaths. now, his noises consisted more of moans rather than pained whimpers as he started to chase his high.
"n-noโyes. fuck I-" is all he manages to get out before your mouth is pressed onto his. but he pulls away only five seconds later due to his rapid heartbeat and the need for oxygen to keep up with it. you just chuckle at him and increase your speed, eyes flickering from the sight between his legs and his flushed face.
his thighs begin to squeeze shut, and his moans begin to increase in pitch, a telltale sign that he is teetering near his high. you chuckle at him when he begins to latch onto your neck, planting sloppy kisses to whatever surface he can. "are you close?"
he doesnt even attempt to speak, instead just nodding his head lazily. the act makes you roll your eyes and squeeze just a tad too hard on his dick in warning. he lets out a squeak at the feeling, and this time he does speak up. "yeah. yes. yes. c-close."
you pet his head, satisfied with his answer. "good boy. you can cum, alright?"
another set of tears pools in his eyes, and this time you cock your head to the side. "why are you crying 'gumi? I didn't hurt you that bad, did I?"
"no," he sniffles, "sorry d-dont stop. feels good, don't know why I'm crying. just don't stop!"
"relax. relax. I'm not," you reassure, kissing his face again. "you're lucky you are so cute, with all your demands."
he ignores you like he usually does when you tease him, but you are unsure if it is because he is being his usual self or because he is lost in pleasure.
seconds later, his hands grab at your shoulder, and he goes silent for a breath. then, just as the first rope shoots out, he cries, "cuming! of fuck. fuck!"
your lover's entire body quivers, and his mouth latches into your skin as the first wave washes over him. his eyes roll back and his mouth falls open with a silent scream. more tears come tumbling down his face, and you watch as the most pathetic amount of cum tonight comes dribbling out. it slides down his flushed cock and mixes with the movements of your hands.
eventually, when he comes down from his high and feels the stinging lick of overstimulation once again, he immediately forces your hand off, pinning the white-stained limb to the ground with frantic eyes. then he turns to you, even with his body jerking every couple of seconds from the aftershock, and glares at you โ it doesn't hold much effect, considering his cheeks were flushed red and eyelashes were wet with tears, but it was cute nonetheless. "no. more."
you grin at the demand and use your clean hand to ruffle his hair. "your wish is my command, princess."
he narrows his eyes at the nickname, and the man tears himself from your arms. "I am going to shower," he mumbles before using all of his strength to stand up. he takes a step forward, and immediately he comes tumbling down.
megumi pretends he doesn't see the way his legs are trembling, but you see the way his ear twinged red in humiliation. you, of course, use it to your advantage. "need a little help there, Bambi?"
"you're not allowed to touch me for a week," he grumbles but grabs onto your arm and lets himself be left to the bathroom. it was an empty threat, as they usually are.
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