Tags: pussy soaked, dik hard, pet names, parents downstairs, blow jobs, tit teasing. nipple piercings,
Warnings: no Beta, gaggin/choking
A/N: found this tucked away in this tucked away in the doc.
The beady black eye of the teddy bear that you like to keep on your bed is staring into the soul that the villain doesn't really think he has. Dabi barely cares anyway when you are between his spread thighs, choking on his cock.
“Shit, princess, just like that,” he hisses in his low, raspy voice.
Dabi seems to be the only one aware that your parents are just a floor below. The two of them are probably cuddled up on the couch, watching their boring home improvement shows.
Dabi holds on to the back of your head as he snaps his hips forward, burying his cock down your throat. You feel thick spurts of cum seep down. You gulp, eagerly taking every last bit of the cum he gives you.
“damn, Princess,” Dabi grunts, propping himself up on his elbows. “Took every last drip like a good girl.”
You nod, crawling back up the villain's still-clothed body. You straddle his waist, pressing your backside down against his flaccid cock. Dabi didn't usually have that fast of a refractory period. But it has been two months since he last got to see you, hold you, kiss you, bury his hard cock in your soaking heat, and feel you welcome him with open arms. It has been two months since Dabi had an orgasm that wasn't from him fucking his fist.
You understood that, as a villain, Dabi would have to lie low or go away for long periods. This didn't make things easier. You spent the past two months trying to keep busy with school and work and to appear to be the perfect, good daughter. Too busy with college to think about boys. But Dabi was always on yur mind
Your thoughts always find their way back to Dabi. Sometimes it’s when you are not busy at work, or when you zone out during a lecture, but the worst times are at night. You’ll find yourself in bed working your clit with your fingers, imagining all sorts of dirty thoughts about the big bad villain.
They were never enough. You were still left wanting more. It never mattered if the orgasm was great because in the end you still missed Dabi. You missed this: his rough hand on your hips, the pet names, his raspy voice, just his presence here in your bedroom.
“I missed you,” Yo says softly, leaning forward to kiss him.
Dabi smiles against your lips and mumbles, “I’ve missed you too, princess.”
And you can tell. His voice has a softness with the sort of sincerity that he only allows himself to have around you. When you sit back down, you can feel the way he's slowly getting hard again.
A sly smile plays across your swollen lips when you realize, in all the excitement that followed Dabi sneaking into your room through your bedroom window and a well-placed branch, you hadn't had a chance to show him what you got.
“I got something while you were gone.”
“Yeah?
You nod and pull your T-shirt over yo head, then toss it to the floor. You're now sitting in the villain’s lap in nothing but a pair of damp panties. Dabi couldn’t be happier. You look so good, so beautiful sitting here in his lap, chest puffed out so he can see the thin metal bars running through your nipples. And, at each end of those bars, sappier gems twinkle in the soft light of your bedside lamp.
“Beautiful,” Dabi exhales. He was hard now. Cock stiff and wet tip pressing into your backside.
“I’ve always wanted some kind of body modification, and I figured these would be easiest to hide around my parents. “
“Why hide such pretty things?” Dabi purrs as his hands start to slide up your sides.
You giggle at the tingling sensation,” because my parents are my parents, Dabi. my mom clutches her pearls every time she sees someone my age with a nose piercing.”
He hums. Your parents are so vanilla. So plain, living such a cute cookie-cutter domestic life. He wonders how they raised such a nympho like you. Then he remembers how you always have to pretend around them. With him, you don't have to do any of that. You don’t have to act. You can just be. He suddenly feels bad for being gone for so long.
“The jewels remind me of you, so it’s a bonus on top of feeling like a total badass.”
“They make you feel good?” Dabi asks, his finger now skimming the soft underside of your breasts.
“Major confidence boosts. And I know that they look healed, but they’re still sensitive .”
A lazy and curled smirk spreads across the villain's lips. “Now why tell me that when you know I like to be so mean to you?”
To emphasize his point, he gives one of the nipples a pinch. The sharp intake of air and the whimper that follows suit make Dabi’s cock jump. You were so perfect for him. Everything you do makes him crave you more.
Dabi shifts your position, he sits up and moves you so that you straddle one of his thighs, still clothed in his jeans.
Ruthlessness is in Dabi’s nature as a villain. He shows no remorse when playing with your tits—pulling and rolling the sensitive things between his fingers. Dabi's eyes can’t stop switching between his hands and your face.
It did hurt. Your nipples were still sore, and any stimulation made them so sensitive to everything. So, even the air in your room made them ache. But you would be lying if you didn't like the pain. You can feel the way your panties stick to your pussy with every involuntary twitch of your hips.
“Dabi,” You call his name softly, rolling your hips against his thigh, “T-too sensitive, they hurt.”
“Poor baby,” He coos,” Want me to make them feel better?”
You nod vigorously.
Dabi stops his meanness and treats you with gentleness only his princess gets to feel. While Dabi massages one of your breasts in his large hand, he places his mouth over the other nipple. Your eyes roll back, feeling his tongue swirling around your perked nipple. You roll your hips again and again. He lets go of your nipple with a lewd and wet pop, then gives the same attention to the other.
“Dabi~” you moan when he pushes your hips down against his thigh and guides you to grind against the rough material.
The new friction is wonderful. It is able to tighten the coil in your gut, building the pressure you had been seeking for so many nights. Dabi keeps his hands where they are, moving with the pace of your hips. He takes the piercing between his teeth.
With a sharp tug, you come undone. The coil bursts, causing your body to tremble and fall against Dabi’s chest. Your hips lose all rhythm. Dabi is there, though, pressing his leg into your wetness.
You are so damn cute like this; Mouth agape, eyes glazed over and glossy, and unable to stay quiet. He almost doesn't care that your parents might hear you up here.
“You have no idea how much I missed seeing you like this,” Dabi says, burying his nose in your hair. ” Missed seeing you, hearing you, being inside you.”
His dick gives an aching pulse.
“Then fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me again. I need to feel filled. Been too empty. Please fuck me, Dabi.”
And how can the villain say no when you’re sitting there drenched and begging in such a pretty voice? Dabi’s never able to say no to you. He treats you like royalty, spoiling you in any way that he can.
He rolls the two of you over so you are back first in the warm spot he left behind. Dabi lets you get comfortable against your plush pillows. He even grabs one and slips it under your hips to make his princess as comfortable as can be.
Once you are comfortable, Dabi peels your underwear down off your legs. Dabi doesn't know where he throws them, and he doesn't care. He is too obsessed with the sight of you laid out bare just for him.
Dabi pushed his pants, father, down past his hips. Hell loves to be naked with you. You make him feel so good, peppering his body with sweet kisses along every stitch and praising him about how good he looks and how good you make him feel inside and out.
But this will have to do in case he needs to have a quick getaway because, again, your parents are right downstairs and he's a villain all the heroes are looking for right now.
Dabi gives his erection a few good strokes, smearing precum down the shaft. Seeing and feeling the mess you made on his jeans tells him that you’re already slick and ready for him. But better safe than sorry for his princess.
You’re already moaning for the man as he throws your legs over his shoulders and lines himself up. With one smooth jerk of his hips, he’s fully inside you.
“My god, princess,” Dabi huffs, “You’re so snug and wet for me.”
It is not that you are at a loss for words. You just can't think when you are being filled with Dabi's cock. The man cups your face so he can see the way you melt in his touch. Your bottom lip quivers, feeling his crown push into your cervix.
“Fuck princess, that’s it. Squeeze around my cock. Missed me so much. Didn’t you”
Dabi’s fingertips dig into the fat of your hips as he begins to thrust into you.
“Fuck! Dabi, Dabi,” your moans are like music to his heart, but the villains can't forget about your parents.
“I know my cock feels good, princess, but you go to keep it down .”
“Too good~” you moan.
Dabi groans when you buck up your hips in a desperate attempt to meet his thrusts. Dabi would love to hear all those lovely noises you make for him, but he knows he can't risk it.
As Dabi continues to fuck into you, his cock dragging along every spongy spot that makes you see the stars, you continue to moan like a whore. With your mouth hanging open like that, it is easy for Dabi to shove his finger in. You feel his cool fingers press down on your tongue and force themselves further into your mouth. Knuckle deep, you gag and choke on the villain's fingers. His favorite sounds. They do their job of shutting you up and so much more.
“Shit,” Dabi hisses.
You feel so good right now you don’t register the drool dribbling down your chin. You just feel pleasure from Dabi pounding his cock into you over and over.
Dabi's taken care of that pretty voice not reaching downstairs. But now, your pussy won't shut up. She's making the wettest, slickest noises he’s ever heard. Each time Dabi’s hips come down and smack against your ass, he swears there's a little splash that accompanies it.
Fuck, Dabi thinks, they’re so gonna hear.
But the more he fucks into your perfect cunt, the less he cares. Maybe he can just burn them to ash and take you away? Even that line of thought becomes lost as your pussy squeezes around him.
“About to cum, aren't ya, princess.” He teases in a strained voice because he's almost there too.
You can only nod dumbly. Dabi is turning more erratic. His blue eyes drift down to you, tits that give a violent bounce every time Dabi's hips smack against your ass.
You feel your back arch off the bed right before you feel nothing but you yourself cumming. Hard.
“Oh, fuck, y/N “ Dabi wheezes, hunching over your folded form. Your pussy tightens around his twitching cock. Thick, slimy cum spurts, once, twice, three, four times deep inside you before his hips still.
Things are very quiet after that. Dabi pulls his fingers out of your mouth so that you can properly catch your breath. For a long few minutes, you do nothing but breathe and stare at each other.
When Dabi pulls out, you both give a small moan. Once unplugged, his cum leaks forth. He chuckles when your face scrunches up from the feeling of his load leaking down your ass.
“Want me to get you a rag, Princess?”
Before you have a chance to respond, there is a solid thump that knocks against your bedroom door.
You two freeze, but only for a second. With practiced ease, Dabi slides out of bed, fixing himself in the process, and slinks to your closet. Skillfully dipping down to grab your T-shirt and toss it to you.
“Baby girl?” your father asks from the other side.
He really has the worst timing.
“Dad?” you ask in a groggy tone, as you had just woken up, just to buy you a few more seconds as you slip your cold, damp underwear on.
“ I thought I heard something up here. Did I wake you?”
You walk to the bedroom door to open it.
“Yeah?” You act like you just rolled out of bed. Helps that you already look like it too. “You heard a noise?”
Just for the extra effect of being asleep and confused, you peek out and look down both sides of the hallway. Your father clears his throat seeing that you don't have any sweats or shorts on. “Maybe it was just me, and for God's sake, y/n, put some pants on.”
You pout as he leaves. This wasn't an act. He was the one who knocked and came to check on you. You can wear whatever you want to bed. Ugh, you can't wait to be able to move out.
“ ok he’s gone,” you say softly to the closet.
Dabi steps out just as he steps in. “He really gets on my nerves.”
You smile and kick off your panties.
“I know, “ you agree as you walk over to the tiny bathroom attached to your room. “But I graduate next semester. Then you can come over all you like. Oh! Even hide out when yo need to lay low.”
Dabi collapses onto the bed with a goofy smile. You were thinking of a future with him.
The beady black eye of the teddy bear that you like to keep on your bed is staring into the soul that the villain does not have. Dabi barely cares when you are between his spread thighs choking on his cock.
“Shit princess, just like that,” he hisses in a low voice.
Dabi seems to be the only one aware that your parents are just a floor below the two of you, cuddled up on the couch watching their boring reality TV show.
Dabi holds on to the back of your head as he snaps his hips forward, burying his cock down your throat. Feeling you moan around the back of his cock is what sends Dabi over the edge. You feel think spurts of cum seep down the back of your throat. You gulp, swallowing all the while you throat constricts around the villain’s cock to get every last bit.
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Paring: Professor!Geto X Succubus!Reader X Incubus!Gojo
Summary: You have been feeling awful, and you know for some reason that your professor's cock will make it all better.
Warming: NSFW, Darker Content, dub-con, no beta, and i am a dyslexic girly, minors DNI,
Tags: College AU, student-teacher relations, some dirty talk, multiple orgasms, face fucking/blow job
Pt.1 can be found here
You had been feeling awful for the past week. You had barely slept, felt clammy, uncomfortable in your skin, and so sluggish no matter how much caffeine you drank. But the worst is that you couldn't get off! You were so horny you could barely focus on anything else but working your clit raw.
You had brought yourself to tears more than once trying to reach just one tiny, short orgasm. You shameless fucked with yourself with the end of a brush and your toothbrush once your vibrator gave out on you. It was like nothing you felt was right. Nothing was big enough, and nothing moved the way you needed it to.
It had gotten so bad that people began to notice. Professor Geto has asked you if you were doing ok as everyone filed out of the lecture hall. Something snapped inside you when he looked down at you with those gorgeous, worried dark eyes—one of the two pairs of eyes that had been haunting your dreams.
You lied, and it was such a bad lie. That was what brought you here to Professor Geto’s office door. You couldn't even lie to yourself. You needed the Professor’s cock. For whatever reason, you just knew that would make all this go away. It was like instinct.
After three gentle knocks, you hear Professor Geto’s calm voice inviting you in.
His office is drenched in the smell of him. The subtle, rich cologne, his deodorant, and natural musk whip you into a frenzy. You want to jump him right then and there. But you need to play this safe; the last thread of sanity remains with you.
You drop your book bag down by the chair where you take a seat. Professor Geto gives you that easy smile that makes a lot of people in his classes swoon.
“I-I lied early. I’ve actually not been feeling well lately,” You confess, shifting uncomfortably in the chair.
“Oh, “ the concern in his voice is evident, a little too much.
You nod and can not stand to look him in the eye, so you take a look at your shoes. You do not see the sly smile that spreads across the dark-haired man's face. He thinks it’s cute, but pitiful. He is surprised that you lasted long before seeking him out.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks.
You swallow thickly and think fuck it, you are already here in his office, alone, and already admitted that you are having problems. Your glassy eyes meet his.
“F-fuck me,” You say out loud, but dont stop there, “ Please, I need you to fuck me. I’ve been so horny for, like, the past two weeks, and it makes me feel sick. Like, actually sick. I’m clammy, I can't sleep, I feel like I want to throw up, and I can’t even focus on anything. Please, I need your dick to get off. I know that it's the only thing that will help. A-and I won't tell a soul. I promise”
“My, my,” he begins. Geto was going to draw out the silence, make you squirm more. Maybe even cry? He can tell that you’ve been suffering far more than you let on. A cute thing like you took so naturally to a succubus’ form. “You poor thing. Come on then.”
“R-really?” you ask in disbelief, but you are already hopping out of your seat.
Professor Geto rolls his seat back just enough for you to crawl onto his lap. He’s impressed by how fast you stripped and amazed at how pretty you look straddling one of his muscular thighs, naked and needy.
You paw at his belt buckle. Shakey hands are unable to get it undone. Poor thing.
“Y/N,” Geto’s calm voice steadies you. You just need his cock. You need to feel it and taste it. You need Professor Geto to be inside you. Need his cock so bad.
“Take some deep breaths, “ He commands softly
“But I ned-”
He cuts your pleas short,” I’m still here and ready, but I need you to calm down first, breathe.”
You take in one deep breath after the other, you blink back the tears of benign so so close to what you needed, what you hunger for. Is this what was making you feel so nauseous? This weird kind of hunger you are only now registering?
Soon, your breaths are in sync with his.
“Good girl.”
You feel your pussy clench around nothing. That rushed and panicked fog begins to roll in again. You try to remain in control.
Geto can feel the damp patch on his slacks grow larger and wetter, but at least you are not grabbing at his croch like some mindless whore.
With more ease and swiftness, Geto unbuckles his pants and pops the button. Then he leaves the rest to you.
You eagerly hook your fingers under the waistband of his briefs and pull. His dick springs up, hard and ready. Your mouth waters and your stomach flutters. He was hard already? Did he want to fuck you as bead as you wanted to be fucked?
You stare at the flush tip a moment longer, then look up to the Professor’s face. With a tilt of his chin, he tells you, “Go on.”
You don't have to be told twice. Taking the base of his heated cock into your hand, you line it up to your dripping entrance. The sting of Professor Geto straining to fit between your tight walls hurts, but the feeling of finally being filled by him feels so much better. Your eyes roll back. You don’t care if some hear the wanton moan.
Geto enjoys the feeling when you wrap around his dick. He leans his head back and his eyes squeeze shut. You suddenly feel nothing but you clapping down on his dick. His hands find their way to your hips, but no way was he the one in control.
The way you frantically roll your hips, you must have been starving. Geto can’t even think, poor thing, he is about to cum from your gummy, wet cunt hugging his cock so fuckign perfect like that.
“Shit, Y/N just like that baby, so good, feel so good,” he moans.
You babbled out thanks you’s between gasps and high-pitched moans. You were going to cry, and it felt so good. Professor Goto’s cock is perfect. It hits spots inside you, with just the right force that your pathetic toys could never.
Relief and pleasure flow over your body, making you feel light as a feather. Even before this strange hunger took root, you had never felt this good.
Geto lets you feast on the lust and sexual energy. Gaining trust strength you start to bounce on his lap.
Your tits bounce bound with each fall of your hips.. Your things and squeezing around the professor’s waist, and fingers nails digging into his nice dress shirt.
“Feel good? Getting your fill, baby?” Get asked before pressing a kiss under your ear. “Can you feel how deep my cocks is going?”
If you couldn’t feel just how deep the professor’s thick ock was plinding into you before, you sure can now. One of Geto's large hands presses into your abdomen, just below your navel. Your face fell into the crook of his neck as your wall began to spasm.
“Yesssss,” you whimper.
Geto’s breath hitches in the back of his throat. You rock your hips, riding out your orgasm and bringing Professore Geto to his own. He seed fills you, and fuck does it feel nice to be filled with his cum. You want more- need more of the man’s cums
You do not even feel tired—quite the opposite. You feel invigorated, ready, and wanting for another round.
Geto wants to be annoyed that Gojo made them wait for you to come to them. You are starved, and he has been missing this sweet, sinfully tight cunt of yours. Gojo has been his familiar for so long that all the sorcerer needs to do is pull on that thread of magic that binds the two.
“Oh wow,” a new, but familiar, voice says.
You feel your whole body tense. Shit. The two of you had been caught. Someone had walked in on Proefossre Geto with his cock still plugged into the pussy of one of his students.
Geto’s warm hand on the small of your back seems to calm you. Actually, you can't quite explain how, but you feel something relaxing seeping into your muscles from the touch.
“It's ok, baby, you remember Satoru, don't you?”
Do you? The name gives you a faint sense of déjà vu that only grows stronger when you turn to look over your shoulder. Satoru is breathtaking, beautiful. Soft, white, wind-swept hair, eyes as clear as the sky, and a lean but muscular body hidden beneath fashionable clothes.
“Maybe she needs a refresher?” Saturo suggests.
“Would you like that baby? For Satour and me to remind you?” Professor Geto’s husky voice draws your attention back to him.
Something in you screams yes. You crave both of their touch. The professor you’ve been crushing on since the first day first class and the beautiful stranger.
You nod vigorously.
“No, use your word,s baby.”
“Yes, please.”
Professor Geto, still inside you, lifts you up by the back of your thighs as he stands. He lays you down over his desk. You can feel papers crinkle under your skin. Something in the air makes you feel light, giddy, and energized. You love it.
You watch, upside down, as Satoru’s clothes disappear in wisps of black smoke. Now this is something you do remember, the smoke rising towards the ceiling, but disappearing before it can reach… it was a detail that had haunted your dreams just like the eyes.
“W-who are you?” you ask Satoru.
The man only cups your cheek and smiles, “You‘ll remember soon enough.”
Professor Geto pulls his hard cock almost all the way out until just the engorged crown remains. When he slams his hips back, the force makes your whole body jiggle. Your mouth falls open with a sharp gasp.
Gojo takes this as the opportune time to slip his erection into your mouth. You gag as he slips down the back of your throat, a feeling that’s pretty much like heaven to him. You hear Gojo moan from above you, a high-pitched and needy sound that has you clenching around Professor Geto, who is balls deep inside you again.
You can feel his cum leaking down the crack of your ass, being forced out by his thick cock stretching you out. At the same time as Professor Geto begins to roll his hips into pussy. Gojo does to same with your mouth.
Two men are fuckign you now. They moan slowly and sweetly. It all seems familiar. It all feels so good. After weeks of feeling starved and sick, you are finally feeling full and happy. You could stay like this forever. But there is some itch at the back of your mind. You know this man. You have met Professor Geto outside of class a handful of times. Was Satoru with him then?
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby.” Geto humms.
Geto leans down. He kisses up the valley of your breasts. He pauses for a brief moment to take in the scent of your sweat and skin. Then he begins to nip and suck your throat, right over the bulge from Sator's cock.
Satoru gasps, “Ohhhh fuck Suguru fuck. I-i can feel you sucking on her neck. Oh fuck, oh fuck! ”
His ball thumps against your forehead, and his hips pick up the pace. Geto seems to be in sync with the white-haired beauty.
You moan around your mouthful. Your hands clapping at something to hold on to, and they intertwined with the professor. Something is happening inside you. It is not just the impending organs about to crash over you again; something was changing, and your senses are getting sharper. You can smell something in the air. You feel like your insides are shifting. Everything feels too much and not enough. You need more, more. More of what? You’re sacred.
“Shh, shh, it's ok, “ Gojo’s voice is enough to calm you. It is like an anchor before you even realize that is exactly what you need.
You lock your ankles at the base of the Suguru’s spine to pull him closer. Meanwhile, Saturo's eager hands cup the underside of your jaw. Suguru’s face collapses into the crook of your neck and grunts against your skin. Your back arches off the desk, papers sticking to your skin. Satoru’s moans about swallowing all the cum spurting down your thoughts.
Your orgasm is mind-blowing, hell, maybe even mind-changing. You feel blissful and full. Memories come rolling through the euphoric fog.
Oh my god. Those bastards! They left you hungry for weeks!
As Sugura helps you up and Satoruo soothes your hair, you pout.
“What’s wrong, Sugar?” the incubus asks.
“You turned me into a sex demon.”
“Do you… Regret that?” the sorceress asks in a hesitant tone.
Sweet thing Suguru is, but you still roll your eyes at his concern. “No I
M upset you left me so hungry!”
“Oh,” Sugur’s scheming eyes cut over to his incubus.”Well, Gojo was the one who reassured me you would not go through a change so soon. Do you think we should punish him for that?”
At the mere mention of the word Satuor’s cock twitches.
“Yes,” you lean against Suguru and take in his warmth and scent, “but later. I’m not ina schemeiin mood.”
You are secretly an OF creator and your best friend's older brother is one of your top fans.
Note: no beta, and I'm dyslexic sooooo
Yuji: Yeah that’s fine! My brother is home . he can let ya in!
That was right. Yuji was a twin. That’s what people say right? The Itadori twins. But you’ve never seen Sukuna around campus? Mabey he went to trade school or chose to not do the whole grad school thing. Yuji talks about how he’s a good cook so mabey that’s what he does?
The man who answers the door can in no way be Yuji’s twin.
He’s fucking massive!
Sukuna is a good two heads taller than you, hell mabey three since you were wearing platforms today. And he is covered in tattoos. Thick black bands circle his upper arm and wrist. Shap lies that frame his face. He’s giving major bad guy vibes with the glare like your soem nuisances benight him and that eye patch. Really the only thing tha this man and Yuji have in common is their short pink hair.
“U-umm hello, hi,” you give a small wave. “I’m here for a study sesh, Yuji said he was on his way but he said his brother was here…?”
The man does look any less pissed at your mere existence. After a long, tense moment, he finally moves. Hsi hulking figure steps to the side to allow you in. Your back is still stiff straight as you walk past him, then toe off your platforms. You feel his eye boring into the back of your head and it makes you dizzy with worrisome thoughts
This was the first time anyone had invited you over somewhere. So you did dress up a littel more than unusual. You just were so excited. Yuji and hsi friends were so cool and nice, and not judgemental. And They all have this thing that makes you unmask without even realizing it!
“Make yourself at home,” is all this ‘older brother’ has to say.
Then he just stalks off to soem other part of the house.
You blink. You may not quite get social norms, but that definitely wasn’t normal.
You shyly venture into the house. It was a lovely house. Old and lived-in. high wooden ceilings and a modern-looking kitchen. It smells like coves and other cooking spices. The living room was pretty big. Though the house was old, it was deftly a rich person’s house. You forget that Yuji’s technically a rich kid. He is not as snobby and disconnected. Same with Megumi and his cousin Maki.
The carpet feels soft under your socked feet. There is a huge flat screen, two plush couches, a love seat, a glass coffee table-
“A fireplace!” you softly gasp.
You wonder if they use it. It was freezing, and spring was still a few months away. You wonder if they use it to cook stew. Just set up a big cauldron and add brother and veggie and meat. Oh, that sounds so nice! A big pot of stew. Ofr tucked yourself under a blank with a journal or a book. Some hot chocolate, mabey. You hope you found a place with one soem dat. The dorms you lived in with Nobara and Maki were….well, not ideal. But the girls were way better than your roommates in undergrad.
“What are you doing?”
You jump, like literally jump. You feel your feet leave the ground at the familiar deep voice.
Sukuan stands there bracing both hands braced over the bacl of one of the couches, just staring at you impassively. How long has he been there? When did he get ther? You figure a man that size would make noise when he walks around. It’s at that time your brain is like, hey, look at that. The tight black shirt trains against his muscles. Was that one of those compressions short? You’ve only seen them worn by more leaner people.
“Speak,” he commands.
“I just like fireplaces! there, um, like a vibe.”
“A vibe?”
“Yes?”
“Now you not sure?”
“No?”
The sound keys unlock the front door and save you from the hellish embarrassment. You feel a breath leave your chest.
“We’re home!” Yujin yells
“With pizza!” Nobara adds.
This seems to draw Sukuna’s attention off you as he turns and asks,” What did you brats get?“
It wasn't until the first of you were sitting in the living room, Sukuan somewhere else in the house that you asked Yuji,” Hey is he your twin?”
“Hmm, oh well, he's not acutely my twin. He's my older brother. Same brother day, different year.”
“Ohhhh,”
“Yeah,” You laugh,” we just got tired of correcting people at some point. “
“He’s like super scary right?”
You quickly at Nobara.
“Once he warms up to you he’ll be less scar, promise.”
You feel the warmth seep into your chest and Nobabra’s off-handed comment. You try to hide your smile with another bit of pizza. The three might not quite get it, but just the noting that they are paned to keep you around as a friend made you do one of your small happy stims.
Once the pizza was devoured, your four then got to work on class work. You and Nobara took an art criticism class together this semester, but the professor was a trip and not the fun kind. Megumi was in Law school while Yuji was getting his Master’s in sports science. The two had majors that were so different from you and Nobara’s. You both were going from M.F.A’s (your writing and Nobara Fashion). The one thing all you had in common was the insane amount of coursework you had.
You were in your second semester and you still were not use to the course load. But you did love it. You wish you could take all the classes that the graduate program had to offer.
You are sitting tucked into one corner of the couch with your iPad, tackling reading. Yuji had shared the wifi with you so you could download them from BalckBoard. But you could also check in to see if King Of Cursing….
Your fingers swipe over to your web app before you know it. It was muscle memory at this time. You onlyfans would be a year old this coming March and it King had been since your first stream.
KingOfCursing: you got to stop teasing Star, I don’t know if I can wait till your stream tonight.
Me: heheheh, you can last a littel longer. If you haven’t come, your pants already.
KingOfCursing: I almost did but got interrupted.
Me: mmmm, good. See you tonight. Oh, and here’s a snake peak.
You send a pic of you on the new bralette and panties you got, a deep red color, King’s favorite. It was somehtgn you took last night to send to a few of your top tippers and to save in the vault for later. Like all the rest of your photos, videos, and streams, your head is kept out of it.
You swipe back to your reading and just in time too because you hear Sukuna calling out from the kitchen, “I’m going for a run!”
“Don’t freeze!” Yuji calls back without looking up from hsi textbook.
“I know right,” Megumi says to you.
You close your mouth, not realizing the choked and disgusted face you made. You did exercise, too, but in the warmth of the small gym on the first floor of your dormitory or some stretched in your bedroom.
“He needs to stay in shape for his all the thirst traps he posts.”
“But it’s cold. It's like 30 out. What doe she do if it rains?”
Yuji shrugs like rain and wet socks are no big deal.
“He wears a raincoat.”
“But his socks would get wet.”
“I don't think he cares.”
You put a hand on your chest like your mother would do,” Your brother is a psychopath.”
Nobrab bursts out laughing and you blink in confusion then surprise. Still not used to people thinking you're funny and not weird. It’s nice. It makes you feel comfy and even confident. You don't have to pretend to be funny or happy because you genuinely are those things.
You carry the lightness with you all the way home and as you lock the door to your room and get ready for your bed. Your stream doesn't happen till around 3 AM. It’s pretty late for one, but one would be supported by how many people are weak and horny at that hour. It was one of the main reasons you began Onlyfans. You’ve always had trouble sleeping through the night. It was only when you found out that a lot of autistic peoel have the same trouble you stopped trying to force yourself back to sleep.
Besides people used to wake up in the middle of the night all the time before capitalism and alarm clocks. And after a few hours of working on your Onlyfans, you usually went right back to bed.
The other reason was that you did not want to move back to your parents after graduation. It was also nice to be able to afford a nice steak and fresh veggies. You go through your nighttime routine of a hot shower, motioning up your skin, getting in your pajamas, and then wishing everyone a good night as you fill your water bottle.
You wake up just before three o'clock with an excited smile. You quickly and quietly get out of bed and make it up all cute since it was the blurred background and strip. You turn off some Lofi to dampen your voice, not that anyone would hear you any way you’ve subtlety confirmed that one of your roommates heard anything but the soft music you play.
The second you go live, people start flooding in. You say hello and reply to comments, giving everyone time to log on and get comfy. Your tagline for your stream was ‘Come in settled down, grab your favorite drink and toy, and let me spin you a tale.’
Those stories could range from actual stories, dialogues, or your own fantasies, all of which are written in a journal. You keep a special pillow under the bed up, yup, dorm, hidden before soem boxes( the rest of your camera and mic are stored in your closet) It was frim, felt, and matched the color palette of your set up. The pillow fits perfectly between your thighs and the best part? You could attach dildos and vibrators to it.
You see the moment King’s name pops up and your eyes light up.
“Evening, King, or good morning, or good day. We are bout to begin in a few minutes. People are still trickling in,” you say a voice that is a tad different than your normal pitch and way more confident with a screen between you and all these peoel.
You giggle at his reply, “Oh come now, you can wait a few more minutes won't kill you.”
KingOfCursing: it might, my cock’s been killing me, pretty Star. Need you to get me off so fucking bad.
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and type out a quick profit measure to KIng.
Me: I’d love to see the mess you make for me.
You then turn your attention back to the stream,” Ok everyone ready?”
Yes’s and please's fill the chat making you giggle. Your fans were always so eager.
You launch into the story you had prepared, and your journal is lying open beside you to reference. This one was a fantasy. You ideally play with the dildo as you begin to set the scene in a secluded corner of a library, two stem majors are staying there late, but not to study. Like yes, they have that bif chemistry final, but they also haven’t gotten off in weeks. Do you know how distracting that can be? To be constantly horny and never have the time to get yourself off?
So, of course, they fuck. They need to get it out of their systems. As you describe, the woman crawls on top ot the man and fists his hard cock, smearing precum down hsi shift; you mimic the action by spreading lube over the toy.
You also pay attention to the chat. the tips coming in, people reminiscing g of their college days, how they too wanted to fuck in a library, or that yes, that was their last semester.
KingOfCursing: shit, you know what your doign with that toy.
KingOfCursing: Bet this is a fantasy of your’s to your bibliophile.
Ron: please, please, please, baby need to see those gorgeous tits.
WetAndInDebt: I could listen to your voice forever
Susy: red looks amazing on you, but now that we’ve seen take it off.
“Patience, I’m getting there.”
You go on to tell how the two get so lost in the euphoria of touching, licking, and kissing each other that they no longer care if they get caught. They need this. As you do, you strip off your bra in a rush. Then what you know will bring in the most tips as you speak in a breathless voice about how the woman didn’t even want to get up, she needed to keep touching him, keep pleasuring the man’s dick, keep hearing those beautiful sounds this body was making for her that-
Riiip
The panties were already an old pair, they had a small hole on the hip, right under the waistline. No one on stream could see it and it made for the perfect thing to hook your finger into and tear your pants off, and you shuffle your hips forward.
sinking yourself down onto the toy you glance over at the chat. Yup, tips are pouring in. People are going crazy, but you only keep an eye out for what King is saying.
KingOfCursing:shitshitshit, I can’t take this Star. Drivgn me fuckign mad. Almost came right then and ther. Dicks so hard and swollen.
You roll your hips and mao as you go on. You tell the stream how frantic and feel the two were. You mimic the way she rides the man’s cock with your toy, moaning and whining as she does. Not even caring for the tattered remains of your panties still around your hips.
The mix of the story comes when you, well, when you and the characters of your story cum. As you come down from your high, giggling softly and wrapping up the story, you find yourself searching for King’s messages in chat.
Ron: oh that was wonderful sweetie
DD_Don: another great steam.
Fireredandfirehot: You ride that dildo like a champ.
112_you: so fucking hot.
Nothing but a big fat tip from King. That was ok. He’d definitely reply to your private message.
You end the stream and quietly get cleaned up, then slip back into bed. Seriously, a good orgasm beats your sleeping meds sometimes.
Beofer, you doze off until the next alarm you check your privet messages, and sure enough, King did reply. The pic was definitely going to be put in your spank bank for later. A heavy-looking spent diick being helped by a cum cover hand
---
Ok so Sukuan was warming up to you, but you kind wich he didn’t. When he was this cold and scary-looking guy that loomed over you you didnt get butterflies at the slightest hint of a smile.
It's been a few weeks since you first met Yuji’s not actually twin. He still acted like you were a nuisance, but he acted that way with Nobara and Megumi too. But ther was, like, this warmth with his grumpiness and jabs. Ok, so sometimes the jabs hurt, and you never say anything beiacse you don't wanan make anything awkward. You also don't think Sukuan realizes your austisics. Either that he just really likes to give you a hard time. It's hard to tell when people are messing with you.
Like now, Sukuan leaned against the doorway, not even bothered by the cold bite of the morning air. He’s in a loose tee shirt and sweats. You don’t know the color, too afraid to glance down. He also had hsi eye patch on. You wonder if he sleeps in it. The front door is wide open but his body is blocking the way. He also hasn’t invited you in. Just stand there smirking down at your shivery form.
“Are you some kind of vampire?” he questions.
Ok, he was deftly fucking with you and you did not like ot one bit. You don’t even have coffee yet.
“No, your it the way.”
“You could just push me,” he shrugs.
“Bro, I am a 23-year-old grad student. I do not have any muscle mass. It’s like a twig at an oak tree. “
He humms, taking his sweet time thinking it over,” Yeah, that seems accurate.”
“Can I please come in?”
“Oh beggin' now?”
“Dude stop being mean!” you hear Yuji call frm further inside the house.
Sukaun’s face falls and he mutters, “Kill joy.”
He moves aside, and you scuttle in, tossing off your sneakers and winter coat.
The gang was getting together for pancakes this morning. The cafe on Camus has pancakes, yeah but they are not actually pancakes. Seriously for as much as you pay in tuition, the least they can do is get actual pancake mox. Whatever the cafe served was not pancakes.
Pancakes were meant to be warm and fluffy like the stack already sitting in the kitchen bar. Megumi was already there nursing a mug of coffee while Yuji was slicing up a few pieces of cantaloupe.
“Morning,” you chirp.
Megumi only grunts.
“He’s still coming too,” Yuji tells you.
“I get it. “
You glace arousn, but Sukna is nowhere to be seen. The menacing was lurking somewhere, though. You’ve learned that whenever he leaves the house, he announces it. Loudly.
You want to dig in so bad; they look so good, and Yuji even made you coffee from Sukuan’s fancy coffee maker. But you are so scared to seem rude that you wait. Nobara is the last to arrive sleepy-eyed but ready for the day. You are too, but you don’t have class until later in the evening.
Megumi’s also becoming more awake. He holds a small conversation with you and the food is set out on eh bar and you all begin to make your plates.
You get your small stack of pancakes and soem fruit. Smother it all in syrup The pancakes are perfect, warm, sweet, and fluffy, the stuff dreams are made of. You melt into the taste so much that you don't notice the happy stim you do.
Sukian does so. It was the same thing you did while checking out the fireplace the first time you were here. He has seen it a few times since then. But never this close. You don’t even realize that he is behind you as you chow down.
So when he asks, “Why do you do that?” you nearly jump out of your skin.
“Jesus, why doesn't Yuji give you a bell or something?”
“Where would the fun be in that?” Sukuan crossed his arms over his broad chest waiting for your answer.
“And well…it's just one of my stims.”
Sukuna glances at hsi brother, and the two seem to have soem sort of silent conversation. Before his eye looks back down to you. In hsi eye, you remind him of a chipmunk. Cheeks full of Pankckaes as you chew, then swallow it all down with a swig of coffee. You are not looking at him but rather at whatever is behind his shoulder. Are you scared, unbothered? Can't be that scared if you want to put a collar on him like some pet or scarf down the food he paid for.
“Is it a good thing?”
“Dude,” you hear Yuji stresses in a hushed voice.
“Y-yea, it’s a, uh, happy stim. I do it when I’m happy.”
You keep looking up at the man; your body now turns a little to face him further. Sukuna appraises you for a moment longer before humming.
What does that mean? And what does he do that makes his arms so fucking thick?
“I’ll be home late tonight, clean up the kitchen, or you dead punk,” is all the goodbye Sukuan Gives his younger brother before heading out. ‘
After the sound of the door to the garage closes Yujoi says, “Sorry about him. “
“Sorry for what?” you ask. Did you miss something?
“The questions. Sukuana’s….”Yuji trails off.
Megumi isn’t afraid to say it,” Stuck up his own ass to the sighs of neudovergcy.”
“Yeah, “ Nobara agrees, “Back in high school, we were surprised that the big brute could read. If just seemed to beneath him.”
“Speaking of being big, what does he do? He’s just. There's just so much muscle there?”
“Oh, he’ stunt coordinator. Like from TV shows and stuff when that fighting scenes.”
“oh, that’s actually pretty cool.”
“He taught me and Maki how to use a switchblade!” Nobara says proudly.
“Like all those swoosh swoosh motions?” you ask motioning your hand the way you see people on TV flick out the weapon with ease.
Nobara nods.
“Oh, that’s sick.”
For the rest of breakfast, the four of you make easy conversation like any other time. Only this time, you can't stop thinking of Sukuan flipping out a switchblade like it was second nature. The shape bade moved between his fingers. And that means the sort of smirk he gives you when he is the Itadoir sibling to greet you at the front door.
Welp this is going down a dangerous road and I can’t stop it.
For the rest of the day, then the week, all your horny littel mind can seem to think of is Sukuna. Sukuan and hsi big arams. Sukuan holding you. Him keeping your hands warm. Him being able to pin both your hands above your head by your wrists. He is so much bigger than you that when he mounts you from behind his whole body will cover yours. Him fucking you in a full nelson.
It did not help that you also stalked his Instagram and ho boy. Wow. With his follower count, he was basically an influencer. His feed was mostly him doing stunts, food, set pics, being tagged with famous actors at fancy-looking events or in a training room filled with mats, and soem videos of self-defense moves.
You tell yourslef that this is fine. You think your best friend’s older brother is like realy super hot, and your horny little mind loves that shit. It won’t turn into anything. Just thirsting which you can then turn into content. The whole best friend’s older brother thing is hot on paper but is probably like wayyyy messy in real life.
So, by the time your next stream rolls, you have a penalty of content to work with. And that’s just a week's worth of daydreaming abotu Sukuna.
You check the camera once more. You think the shot of your legs curled d against you just, with just s sliver of a peak of your bare pussy looks perfect. You still have soem time before the stream is due to start, so you check your messages. You reply to a few peoel before getting to King’s message.
Me: just some fantasizing, best friend's older brother stuff
KingOfCursing: oh fuck yes, Star. live ti when we have the same dirty thoughts.
Me: Oh? Which sibling would you be?
KIngOfCursing: The older brother, of course, dummy.
Me: Thought so. And just what about this kind of fan stays turns you on?
KingOfCruses: planning to use it in the stream tonight?
Me: maybe ;0
KingofCursing: mmm, well, in that case. It’s definitely the sneaking around. Plowign her in my room with her, my brother, and the rest of her friends downstairs. Mabey a bit of power play, too. I’m a bigger guy and I love it when my women aren't built like a stick. They can handle me getting a little rough. Leaving soem bruises and hickeys I get to watch them frantically hide.
Me: oh you’ve given th a lot of thought.
You check the clock and see it’s time to go live.
“Hello everyone! ugh, I've been waiting all day to spill this to everyone! I've had that whole my best friend's older brother in my mind a lot lately~”
You spread your legs and trial your hand down to the head already between your legs.
Ronnie: Oh shit she’s already wet.
Softthighsxxx9090: mmmm, as an older bro I can def say that fantasy goes both ways.
“That’s really reassuring gn to hear soft thighs. Seriously I can see how it can be a littel hot because there’s, like, this tabooness to it ya know?”
WetAndInDebt: oh we know girl.
Fredd_W: We love a rule breaker.
“I think about a pool party or a barbeque. Really to get me in a tiny Bikini really. I’d make up soem excuse to slip inside for a bit and the older brother would come in a littel bit after me. My friend's being none the wiser. “
Your fingers dip between your folds and spread them apart for the stream to see how wet the fantasy already has you.
KingOfCursing: Shit Star. You look so fucking pretty soaked like that.
Ron: damnnnnnn
DoItDoggy: shitshitshit, I almost came.
You giggle as the tips pop up, the nighest being King.
“I got really worked up his week but wanted to be abel to put on a good show for you all. Anyway, where was I? Oh. yes, The older bro would pin against the nearest wall and rip my top down little my tits plop out.”, you spill the dirty thoughts you have been keeping hidden away in your journal as a hand comes up to fondle one of your brests. Your fingers have always begun to slip and play with the wet mess between your folds.
“All he’d have to do to get ot my needy cunt and stuff full of his fat cock or even his fingers. It’s so hard to sneak around when you think about it. We haven't gotten to touch each other or barely kissed in days. It’d make me so needy.
KingOfCursing: Oh, how cute and pathetic. Getting so fucking needy and desperate like that.
420galpal: oh i fuckign love me despte girl
Bento_K: I could watch her play with that pussy for days.
You moan reading over King’s comment. He always knows just what to type so sounds like he is both praising and degrading you. Something that never to make you a tinge of pleasure run through your core.
“ All he would have to do is hike a leg over his hip and pull my bottom aside and then… just…”Your voice tappers off into another mon and you pus to fingers inside yourself.
Fread_W: Oh that’s a money shot.
Ron: Only if you waxed baby, that’s send daddy over the moon.
KingOfCurisng: Fuck you are so perfect Star.
You let out a slow breath then continue as you fuck yourself with your fingers. And pinch a pebbled nipple between your fingertips.
“B-but I’d be having suc a hard time staying quiet. His cock would just feel so good inside me. And trust me he would try to tell me to be quiet, maybe even get a littel annoyed with me. He’d end up shoving fingers in my mouth, not realy gagging me, but effectively shutting me up and making it impossible to close my mouth.”
Your hips give a littel buck, pleasure building as you county playing out the fantasy in your head. The chat is loving it.
“Yeah, so I’d definitely start to droll at some point as he plows into me. I’d like to think I’m not the only one who would be just as needy. The older brother wouldn't even be abel to get home off. After getting a taste of my cunt his hands just won’t do it anymore. H-he’s gotta have his cock buried in my cunt to get off.
KIngOfCursing: Fuck Star that’s the stuff my dreams are made of
“And I’d be such a lewd sight to see. My hands grasping at his ass to keep him close to me, drool dribbling down my chin- oh fuck I’m getting close. One tit squished in his hand and the other bounced along wit his thrust.”
The chat was going crazy with your release so close. But you keep looking for King’s name.
“C-can you just imagine, “ you say, “Him snapping his hips forward with such a force it literally knocks the breath outta me? fuuuuuck , hearing him grunt in my ear as he felt me with shi hot seed-Yesyes, of fuck I’m cumming~”
You crane your head back and spread your legs further apart to give the stream the perfect view of your cunt squeezing around your fingers.
The orgasm leaves you breathless and that tal tlae floaty feeling a good orgasm leaves you with. It was wild you make a living off of this. I make a goofy smile spread across your face. You bit th tinder of your cheek to stop yourself from giggling.
JayJay: aww that's the good shit
Ron: so hot
KingOfCursing: please don't stop talking.
HaloSolider_334: Well I just made q mess in my boxers, wanna see baby?
For the rest of the stream, you continue to play with yourself as you tell your viewers more fantasies. Like sitting on the other side of the couch and sexting, or sneaking into his room just to suck him off in the morning before anyone else was awake.
As you are cleaning up you get a message frm King
KIngofCursing: shit Sary to nights stream was a dream.
Me: I hope a wet dream.
KingOfCurses: oh my boxers got pretty wet.
You giggle. A few others have messaged you but those can wait until tomorrow to be replied to. You spend the next hour or so talking to Kng instead of going back to sleep.
---
You find it hard to regret your decision to stay up and chat with KIng. it was not the first time you’ve done this and it probably won’t be the last. He just words things in a way that makes your stomach do a littel flip.
By the time 6 AM rolls around you find it useless to go to bed when you have that damn 8 AM. You roll out of bed and begin to get ready for the long day ahead. You were deftly getting take out as a reward fro staying away. And a large coffee on your way to class.
You still arrive early and a littel cold. You were happy to have soem time to yourself before students stay to trickle into the classroom. You take a seat by the window. Your class was on the top floor of the media and broadcasting board so it had a nice view of the university lawn.
You hear someone else come in but don’t pay them any mind until they sit next to you.
“Hey, Y/N right?”
“Y-yes.”
“Yea I 've seen you hang around Yuji and his friends before and though I recognized you.”
You do not recognize the women. You know she is in this class but that's it. And she looks like you could pick her out of a crowd. Her blond hair is pulled packed in these perfect high pigtails, a choker with soem old look jewel, board looking, sharp eyes. They are staring at you like you're supposed to know her.
“Right….i’m Momo.”
“Oh, ok. “
Your mind was racing. The one-on-one conversation was not your strong suit and you are trying not to panic. Trying to act normal.
“Right so,” she trails soem of her silk hair between her fingers, “ I was actually wondering if I could come to hang with you all sometime.”
Huh?
She takes your slice not as confused but continues on, “Yeah we were, like, friends in high school and I want to reconnect ya know.”
“umm, ok” No not ok why was she telling you this? What did you say back? You just wanted to sip your coffee and be a littel nonverbal before class.
She smiles,” Great thanks so much!”
Then she just gets up and takes another seat at the front of the class. What the hell was that?
---
You get somewhat of an answer that evening. It was the one day of the night that the four of you could have dinner together which typically meant gathering at Yuji’s for take of soem kind. You are all gathered around a pizza box that sits on the Kitchen islands when you bring up you encounter with Momo.
“her, oh, well we never really hung out in the saem crowds…” Yuji trails off recalling their high school years.
“She ran with the rich kid crowd is why.”
“Aren't you and Megumi like rich?”, You point your half-eaten slice to Yju and then Megumi.
“Our families are rich,” Megumi corrects you, since Yuji’s cheeks are stuffed with pizza
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You looked so cute pouting. Geto almost felt bad for leaving you two, almost.
“I’ll be gone for a week. It won't be that bad.”
You know it won’t be too bad. And he promised to call every night, but that wasn’t the issue….
“I’m just….scared. I’ve never fed from anyone else.”
A string pulls the sorcerer’s heart taught. A gentle smile tugs at his lips. He still has some time before he needs to get up and get ready to head to the airport. He pulls you closer with a strong arm wrapped around your waist. You sling naked leg over his naked thigh. You make yourself comfy by pressing your face into the crook of his neck.
“You’ll take to it naturally, just like you have with changing into a succubus and feeding your first time.”
Gojo slides closer to making your back flushed with his chest. He hums sleepily, “and ya’got me sweetie.”
“But-”
“Mm, less of those kinds of buts, “ Gojo Groans. His hand squeezes your ass cheeks. “ More of this kind of butt.”
You let out a breath. The two men didn't seem the least bit concerned. In fact, Gojo seems more concerned with your ass. His hand kneading the fatty cheek, and his hard cock nudging the base of your spine.
Just because sex demons can’t feed from other sex demons didn't mean Satoru wasn’t obsessed with your body.
“Her ass is so nice, Suguru, so soft and warm.”
Suguru hums. He thinks he could be a little late, especially if it meant a steamy good morning and goodbye to you two.
“Is that so? I bet she’s even softer on the inside.”
With how the three of you pressed together, you can easily grind down on Suguru's thigh with a roll of the hips while Satoru rubs the swollen head of his cock between your folds.
The little puffs of air from your gasps waft across Suguru’s neck, and he can feel how drenched you are. Satoru just likes to tease—the littel brat.
“Satoru,” you moan in a tiny voice, “Need your cock inside me.”
“I’m working on it, sweety, got to make sure I get it all nice and wet so I can just,” Satoru pauses, then there is a lift in his voice from pushing inside you in wet heat, “slip riiiight inside.”
“Fuck Satoru,” your soft walls hug his long dick, making the incubus groan.
“You pussy feels the best,” Satoru praises you. “Ju-just keep rolling your hips against Suguru’s leg. Humping him like a needy puppy, so cute.”
It is still funny to you. You knew you knew him before becoming a succubus. He was a university golden boy from a rich family. Girls swoon over a guy like him. But only if they knew how much of a whiney littel cutie he became at the sight of your wet pussy or Suguru's heavy cock.
Speaking of which.
Your fingernails lightly scrape down Sugur’s chest. They comb through his happy trail. You feel his muscles tense under your touch. You can taste his lust. It's like a home-cooked meal from your childhood. Warm, steamed veggies, your favorite meat, and freshly baked bread with melted butter
“Well, good morning to you, too,” You greet his morning wood in a sweet voice.
You move with ease, doing different things at once. Rolling your hips, matching Satoru’s slow and sensual pace, stroking Suguru’s cock, and suckling on his neck.
Geto relaxes against his pillow. He loses himself, feeling your smooth palm stroking his cock. Up and down, swiping your thumb loosely across the leaking tip, and grip the shaft with just the right amount of pressure. How was Suguru going to make it a whole week without his two littel demons?
“Lemm see you face, baby,” Suguru gently orders you, and you obey
You can feel the way your sleepy, blissed-out face makes Suguru feel. His shaft pluses in your hand, making you smile.
“I will admit that I’m gonna miss waking up like this when I’m away at the conference. The hotel room is gonna be so lonely.”
“Good, means we’re getting an I missed you feast when you get home,” Satoru says.
Suguru’s breath is becoming faster. Meanwhile Satoru's hips are now ruttin' against you. The crown of his cock hits a spot inside your soaking cunt that makes your mind go blank.
“Fuck y/n, hand feels so good, and you look like you're about to cum. Is Satoru’s cock making you feel good?”
You nod.
Gojo speaks up, “Fuck, her pussy feels so good. So perfect y/n. Keep rolling your hips juuuust like that, Fuck that’s it.” Saturo's voice tapers off. His head falls against your back.
You can feel Satoru’s cock inside you jump as he fills the cavity with his release. Despite your head going blank and the feeling that had been building in the pit of your stomach blooms. You still registered the sensation of Sugur’s cock swelling in your hands and the dribble of cum that leaks down your closed fist.
You three are all harsh breaths, sticky limbs, and damp remnants of relapse.
“Love breakfast in bed,” Satoru giggles. His soft cock is still plugged inside your pussy, keeping you full.
Sugar shifts away from you two. You don’t want him to. But he needs to leave soon or else he’ll miss his flight.
“Promise you’ll call every night, especially before, you know….”
Suguru’s hand tosses your hair. “Before you feed from him?”
You nod. Though the two say you take to a bening succubus like it was your natural form all along, the thought of sleeping with someone that wasn’t your professor or university's golden boy was still something that made the nerves in your stomach tighten into knots.
“And you're ok with that?” you ask the question for the umpteenth time.
Suguru gives you the same soft look when he has answered the question in the past, “Yes, because at the end of the night, till the end of time, it’s me and Satoru who love you.”
The declaration still makes your veins flutter and your head light.
“I feel like you just ask that, so Suguru will say he loves you. When you knwo I can say that too.”
Satoru pressed light kisses across the back of your neck between mushy ‘I love yous’
You giggled and tried to escape his grasp. Suguru leaves you two to get him self cleaned up.
“Ok, ok, I get it,” You laugh
Satoru pauses, ”mm, I don't think you don't.
Suddenly, you are on your back, and Satoru hovers above you. You feel him harden again. Reminding you that Inucbus’ refractory period is literally inhuman.
A long moan shudders past your lips as Satoru starts to pump in and out of you. The tempo is so sweet and disorienting. You quickly lose track of time. A few minutes feels like half an hour. His last loud and you juices turning into a foamy translucent ring around your puffy pussy lips.
Suguru takes this chance to slip away. Satoru is too busy staring at the way his glistening cock is swallowed by your pussy. He’s so engrossed in the repetitive motion that he’s starting to drool.
“fuck, sweety, I love you so so much. Always making me feel so good and happy. Can cum in your pussy all day if you’d let me .”
Gojo leans down, putting his weight on his arms just so he can be closer to you. This close, he looks perfect. He’s about to cry just from how good you cunt feels.
Your legs tighten around his waist as your arm hugs his neck. You pull the demon down into a messy kiss, tongues greedily tasting each other. Satoru's cries are swallowed by you as his hips stutter.
Your body arched into him, Breasts pressing into his sweat-slicked chest as your cunt, squeezing around him.
He presses wet kisses across your cheeks and your neck, and between them, he deliriously tells you how much he loves you while cumming together.
You, too, are left painting and smiling.
Suguru plants a kiss on both your foreheads and says that he will text when he gets to the airport.
Once the sorcerer leaves, the house grows quiet. You’ll ned to leave soon as well. You have classes today. But there was still time to snuggle up to your lover.
Gojo was a vampire, a creature of the night that feasted on human blood, but he wasn’t dangerous.
“So cute,” Gojo says against your neck. You can feel him smiling and you’re smiling too.
Your chest your thrums with a giddiness you haven’t felt since high school. Large hands slip up his tee shirt that you have taken a liking to sleep in.
“Gojo!” you squeal. “Cold!”
“Can't help it,” he mummers, “god baby you feel so warm and supple.”
Gojo had bitten people before. He’s told you so. Living for as long as he has it’s impossible not to. You understand this. Gojo’s had to do what he needed to do to survive. But in the modern age, he once explained, he does not need to feed off of humans anymore.
You give the cutest little moan as Gojo’s undead hands cup the underside of your breasts. Gojo can’t decide if he wants to eat you or fuck you? The vampire's grown too attached to this mortal. You were just too interesting from the get-go. Too cute in your university crew neck and short skirt, reaching for a book that was just out of your grasp.
Gojo fakes surprise so well he fools himself. “Who knew that the library would hire such a cutie?” He knows that the library hires a few new student workers every semester when the graduating class leaves. That’s what makes it so easy. The university was a vast sea of students. It was easy for one to get lost, get sick for a day or two, have that span of time be a hazy dream to them, and forget all about the handsome white-haired stranger they met.
You arch your back off the bed and push yourself further into Gojo’s hands. You’re so needy for his touch that it makes Gojo’s heart and cock ache. He’s made sure to make you feel safe around something as dangerous as him.
He moves his hands, one squeezing your tit when the other playfully rolls your perked nipple between his fingertips. Your yelp of surprise is genuine just as it had been when he sneaked up behind you to grab the book you were reaching for.
It was like a movie, too out of the ordinary and too perfect to be real. This handsome man appears in your time of mundane need. You were a little suspicious that he wasn’t a student at the university even though he looked like a fellow grad student. Gojo lies so easily because part of it is true. He was a grad student at one time. Decades ago, in his centuries of being a beautiful abomination of the undead. From then it was hooking, line, and sinker like it always was, until it wasn’t.
“Take it off for me baby,” the order was charmed to sound like a question that you could not say no to.
Gojo lifts his body up, straddling your waist and caging you between his arms Hunger is all that you can see in his brilliant eyes. But he’s not hungry for you. At least not in the way that makes dread pool in your gut. The man above you is harmless. He would not bite you even if it would be so easy for him to right now.
Gojo wouldn’t need his inhuman strength to pin you to the stiff mattress of your bed and skink his fangs into your pretty neck. You’re such a weak little thing, especially like this. Gojo smiles softly to himself taking in the sight of you aroused and dazed under him and his touch. Your cheeks are flushed with blood. Lips were still swollen from the heavy make-out sessions that led the two of you here.
He feels a little guilty for the trickery and charm. Gojo actually likes you. That is why he’s taking his time. He wants to savor every last moment of your presence. He wonders if this would be easier if you didn't know about his fangs. A darker side of chides him, ‘You could easily have your way with her. But you’re too soft. You could pin her down, she’s too weak to fight you. You could fuck, and push into that wet pussy in a frenzy like you dream of. You could fill her cum and feast on the dioicous blood that flows through her. Then charm her to forget all about this night and do it all over again.
But he can't do that to you, he won’t make you forget. Gojo can't bring himself to use you like that.
Noticing how long he has been staring down at you makes you feel something uncomfortable curl in your gut that you can’t shake, “Satoru…”
“It’s ok baby,” he coos, putting charm into every word to stamp out your intuition.
You had good instincts. You could feel that something was amiss, and it was putting you on edge. But the vampire above you would never hurt you. He was Gojo Satoru, your friend, your crush, your boyfriend. He was going to make you feel good. The vampire would never hurt you.
“Going to make you feel so good.” And it was the truth. Gojo was going to make you cum so hard your whole body would thrum with pleasure as he feeds from you. “You look so good like this baby, and all for me.”
You nod, “All for you.”
Your stomach lurches when Gojo leans back down and latches his lips onto your neck. Gojo would not hurt you. See, he’s not biting you. He's only sucking and kissing along your neck, making you feel good like he promises he would. Gojo holds back a moan when he runs his tongue flat along your neck, he can feel the blood pumping through the major artery just under your skin. He wants it. He wants you.
Balancing himself on his elbow, Gojo slips a hand between your bodies. Under the soft cotton of your pants, Gojo’s icy digits sink into the warm heat between your lips. You tremble, but it is not an unwelcome feeling.
“Cold?” the vampire teases.
Skilled fingers go to work. Gojo presses a thumb against your clit. He rubs his thumb in small circles. You whimper and fuck, you’re so tight and Gojo knows that he's the only person to ever have his fingers curling and uncurling inside you besides yourself.
“So nice and tight baby,” he praises. “Squeezing my fingers like that, and I’m only using two right now. “
The implication that Gojo would be adding more fingers sounds daunting, but your body wants it. You want to feel full and dizzy off of the euphoric feeling.
You’re so warm, and your walls are so gummy. As he adds a third and switches to using the heel of his hand to stimulate your clit, Gojo lets himself imagine sinking his cock into your welcoming heat. Letting himself self be sucked in the way his fingers are. Filling you with his seed as he drains your blood.
But he can't wait that long. He's so hungry.
“Fuck,” He huffs against your neck. “Fuck fuck, just like that baby.”
Gojo adds a fourth finger, using them to fuck you into a state where it is hard to think. That way that his fingers stretch you as they fuck you, the squelching of your wet pussy, his dreamy words, the knot swelling in your gut, it all distracts you from the pair of sharp canines that grace along the red mark he's already made on you neck.
“s’much, So good. Satoru, Saturo, Satoru.” you babble rutting your hips shamelessly against his hand.
He’d never get to see this again, that’s why he pulls away to take a good look at your face and how wet you are making his hand. He wants to ingrain it into his memory for those lonely nights when he’s desperately fucking his fist.
“That’s it, baby, “he leans back down. His words are soft and genuine. There is no need for any kind of magic to make you feel the way you feel right now. “So perfect. I can feel the way you flutter around my fingers. You about to cum for me?”
“Yesyesyes,” you chant.
“Shit,” Gojo curses to himself. He tried to remember every feeling, every sound your body makes as he worked his finger through your orgasm. He can't though, this is a fleeting memory for the vampire. He can hear the blood rushing through your veins. It downs out the sloppy noises of your cunt. The air around you two is drenched in the scent of your arousal.
He’s so fucking hard and hungry. He can only choose to give into one and in the end, it is always the same.
You register the bite before the fingers thread through your air and pulls your head sideways. You’re just coming down for the peak of one of the best orgasms in your life when Gojo’s fangs price you flesh.
No. Gojo was- he would never. But here he was.
A strangles noise escapes you as tears well up in your eye. Suddenly everything feels so wrong, The cold fingers inside you. The smell of the air or your room. The hot mouth on your neck. It was wrong.
This was sure to happen at some point. You feel like a fool. Shame mixing with pain. Gojo’s promises and silky words that he was harmless were never real. Big fat tears slip down your ruddy cheeks.
One manages to make it all the way down to where Gojo’s latched onto your neck like a leech, it mingles with the sweet taste of your blood, reminding Gojo of who he is feeding on.
He is a vampire though, and this is a curse he must live with. His hunger always wins. No matter how much he cares for you it is always going to come down to this. This doesn't mean that it hurt Gojo to see someone he loves so terrified and in pain.
You feel so betrayed and hot. Did Gojo ever even like you in the first place or was it all an act? Would you still squeeze arouse his finger? Why did you still feel hot and dizzy? You were benign preyed on by a vampire- by Gojo. You start to feel lightheaded.
Gojo pulls away from your neck as your body goes slack.
You feel so hot. You are conscious if start to become consumed by back statistics and you can’t think You just see Gojo’s sad, beautiful eyes staring down at you. He says something but all you can hear is the sound of blood rushes in your ears.
When you awake from passing out, you are safely trunked into your bed. Your neck ached, but you knew there would be no make. Gojo had explained it as a sort of superficial healing spell, speaking of the vampire…you scan you room to see if he was in one of the dark shadows of your room. You head and saw nothing. Were you hoping that the vampire was still somewhere nearby? Did you want the beast anywhere near you after he violated you like that? The truth was you kind of did. You feel lost even in the comfort of your bedroom.
You sit up and find that he even filled your water bottle up and left snacks. You bit the inside of your cheek. Why did you feel like crying all of a sudden? Was it because you weren't used to people taking care of you? Or because right now you need to be comforted and the only person you want that from is Gojo.
You slip out of your bedroom with the intent of taking a hot shower in hopes that it would clear your head. One of your roommates is in the living room and they look surprised to see you out of bed.
“Oh hey, are you feeling better? Your boyfriend left a get well note on your door, so I thought you were getting sick or something?”
“Oh, umm yea, just stress ya know.” you lie. Would they even believe you if you told them you were attacked by a vampire who was pretending to be your boyfriend for the past month? Who pretended to like you for longer…. Was Gojo pretending? Was this all an act you fell for?
You text Gojo, then call him, then text him again in the days that follow. He does not reply to any of them. At least the fact that they actually go through means that he hasn’t blocked you.
Gojo hasn't been able to bring himself to block you. The missed calls and unread texts are the only contacts he has of you. He tells himself that he’s benign and dramatic. He should have deleted his contact from your phone while you were still passed out. Now here he is staring at his phone like a sick puppy. He misses you, your cute outfits, your smile, your voice, your humor, your touch, the taste of your skin, your mouth, your blood-
Gojo groans pitifully and rolls over onto his back in his lonely bed. Most humans still thought vampires slept in coffins despite the nifty invention of black-out currents. His fledglings were still asleep in their coffins as they were still so young that any little ray of sunlight could still burn them. The three were fast asleep in the basement.
In the middle of the day, all alone, Gojo’s thoughts gravitate towards you. Kicking off his blankets, he knows that he isn’t going to be able to sleep until he takes care of himself. The more wishes he can tell you how just thinking of you makes him so hard. There’s already a bulge there in the crotch of his sweat.
Pushing them down past his hips Gojo sucks in a tight breath when his erection is exposed and meets the cool room of his bedroom.
You felt so divine squeezing around his fingers. Your pussy was so wet and wanting for him. Gojo wraps his hand around the base and lets his imagination go wild just to satiate him so he can sleep.
Gojo keeps his moans to himself. There is no chance that the fledglings can hear him, but Gojo would like to keep this embarrassment to himself. A mortal has made him this hot and weak. The Zennin family would laugh in mockery if they knew a mortal had reduced the great Saturo Gojo to such a needy and depressed state.
The vampire strokes his cock while thinking of you below him. Your lips were swollen, and your eyes were dazed. Your hips roll off the bed to meet his as Gojo thrusts into you. Your walls feel so snug and slippery. Gojo can go as fast as he wants. He can let himself get pussy drunk, hunched over your smaller body that bounces every time he shoved his cock back into you.
Gojo cranes his neck back. Rough breaths fill his bedroom. Precum slick his cocks add to the faint noises of his masturbation.
To feel you squeezing him and hear you reach your own orgasm sends Gojo over the edge, His hips arch off the bed imagining pushing his cock as far as he can into your wet heat and releasing it inside you.
Cum oozes down Gojo's fist. His hips return to his bed as he lazy-stoke his softening cock. The real world comes back to. The muffled sound of the living world outside and the pings of his cell phone.
With a clean hand, Gojo checks his phone to see your daily text. There’s different today. You not pleading with him to call or text you. Your not asking why he was ghosting you.
Y/N: Listen I’m mad and confused and a little scared.
Y/N: And yes, I am mad that you betrayed me like that and bit me but I’m more but that you weren't there when I woke up.
Y/N: You left me all alone to figure this stuff out. I have all these questions that I was scared and hurt, and you weren’t there like you aren't here now.
You wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. Now was not the time to be crying. Now was the time to be shelving books and trying not to think about vampires. You shelve the whole cart feeling like a robot. You feel hollow, sad, and lonely. Gojo wasn’t going to text or call, was he? He was just going to leave you to deal with all of this on your own.
Gojo didn't reply to your recent text. He was too busy cleaning him up and getting dressed. Even though Dark and heavy clouds crowded the sky today Gojo still wore sunglasses and packed his umbrella. Just in case the sun decides to rear its ugly head. He managed to make it to the university library just before it started to be poor. Gojo does not care if it was stalkerish to have memorized your schedule this semester. He knows that you are working a full shift today,
After shelving books, you were then taken with pulling something from the thesis collection. Which was great. It was sad that your coworkers could tell that something was weighing and didn’t feel like asking, but good that they were given your work that didn't have to deal with patrons
The thesis collection was housed in the oldest wing of the library. The section was cold, dimly lit, and musty. Though it was available to the public none came up here for those exact reasons. There were many nicer and modern places to study. Places that didn’t give you the creeps and had seating.
Just a week ago you were here doing some inventory while daydreaming about taking Gojo here. Showing him some of the odd thesis and laughing at the pretentious ones. Dropping to your knees and smiling sweetly up at him as you undo his pants.
Hearing him chant your name breathlessly as you let him fuck your mouth.
‘Y/N, such a good girl, that’s it take my cock.’
“Y/N?”
You almost think that the voice was for your daydream, but it was real. It was really Gojo’s voice.
He was there standing A hesitant few feet away. He was really here. Really back. You try not to hope. You try not to feel scared. It was just you and a vampire between these musty shelves that dampened any screams if Gojo attacked you.
“Saturo?” is all you manage to get out.
“Yea…” God where did he begin? He's never fallen in love with his prey before. No prey of his has ever wanted him to come back. Once he's done feeding, he's never let a mortal remember. Until you and he's not sure what to do now. It’s far too late to charm you into forgetting he ever existed. He does not want to charm you. But you look to hurt because of him.
You have a question so many questions and because you’ve spent to past days thinking about them you know where you want to begin though,
Muster up all the courage you have to sound unbroken and brave you ask the vampire,” Were your feelings for me real?”
“Absolutely,” is Gojo’s immediate answer.
Gojo wastes no time closing the distance between you two, he cups your face, so you have to look at him. You were trying to be so brave and look so unhurt in front of him. Your eyes are glossy from the tears you refuse the shed.
“Y/N I never had to pretend to fall in love with you.”
“Then why did you leave me all alone?” your voice was beginning to waver.
“Because “Gojo's voice was soft and full of melancholy. “That’s what a monster like me does. That’s what I have to do. What am supposed to do? I charm my victims and when I'm done feasting, I charm them again so that they nerve remember me, but I don't want you to forget me.”
“Then why leave?” you ask again.
“Because you’re supposed to hate me. I betrayed your trust, and ….” Gojo trails off. He's never said what living with this curse was like. Before you, he didn’t have to. He lived his dammed life without you. “And I will do that again y/n. My hunger will always win.”
There was a long moment of silence between you two. Your jaw’s teeming now. “But you’ll still love me.”
“I can never stop loving you.”
You sniffle, “Then don’t you eve so that again Saturo Gojo,”
Said the vampire filling the pit in his chest. You weren’t understanding, did you really think that love would conquer all? That he would be able to overcome his hunger for you?
“Baby please don't be naive-”
“I’m not being nave,” you snap, a flash of anger glimmering in your eyes.
“But my hunger, this curse- no amount of love can overpower- “
“I know! I mean don't ever leave me like that again. I was so scared and lost when I woke up Gojo. and all I’ve been able to think about since then was why you left me. I-” The first of many sobs escaped you. “I-I understand that you will bite me again. I understand that you can’t sustain yourself off of my blood alone. But I just want to know that you still love me and that you not going to do that to me again.”
Oh. Gojo feels whiplash with how fast that pit in his chest fills and then overflows.
He pulls your face into his. You can feel the smile on his lips. You wonder what had filled him with so much happiness, but that is a question for later. Right no you warp you arms around the vampire's neck to deepen the kiss.
Gojo does not care how pathic it may sound. It has only been what? A week? But in that week, he’s grown to miss you so much. He’s missed the weight of your arms, the lingering taste of your favorite drink for the library café on your tongue, and the way you just melt in his arms. You still acted too valuable and trusting even after he’s taken advantage of you.
You pull away panting for breath but smiling too.” God, I missed you.”
“Promise. I’ll never leave you like that again.”
“Good.” And like that, with just a word, things seem to go back to the way they we before.
But you feel closer to the vampire. Gojo doesn’t have to lie anymore. You know he isn’t as safe as he has made himself out to be. You know he’ll feed from you again. He’ll feed from other people. And he knows you’ll stay because you know that what Gojo feels for you is real. It was never an act.
“And I’m going to make it up to you I primes.”
Now the gears in your horny little mind start to turn. dark and taboo fantasies now coming to light. “And just what do you have planned to show me your sorry?”
“Anything you want?”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” Gojo confirmed.
“Then I’m going to need you to get us a muzzle and some vampire-resistant rope.”
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You only performed the silly ritual with your friends so that they would let you go home. You were all from pregaming at their house, laughing as they got ready for a night out, but you had no intention of being out on such a chilly and dreary night after a long day of classes.
You have every intention of spending the evening at home under your heated blanket with Animal Crossing and a big mug of hot chocolate. Your English Lit professor was not a part of these plans, but here he is sitting in the middle of your living room sofa with his legs so invitingly spread.
“P-Professor Geto…h-how did you get into my apartment?” you demand. The shake in your voice gives away how unnerved you are to find your professor has broken in.
Professor Geto lays his head against a closed fist and gives you that smile that makes him known as one of the more easygoing professors on campus. He is one of your favorites who had made reading those long classics printed on Bible-thin paper enjoyable. So enjoyable that you are currently taking him for the fourth year in a row.
He was also young, the youngest in the English department to be precise. The proximity age, good looks, and charm made a lot of the freshmen develop some sort of crush. You were not an exception to this. However, this infatuation with Professor Geto never went away after freshman year. You are ashamed to admit that scene you have walked in on is the beginning of a fantasy or two that keeps you up at night trying so hard to bring yourself to an orgasm.
But it was never enough. Your fingers could never quite reach that spot, you could never rub your clit in just the right way. It was so embarrassing and strange to be thinking that you can’t make yourself cum while a professor has broken into your apartment.
“I had a friend's help, one that has been just dying to meet you.”
Snapping his fingers, a sudden presence looms over you. A tall white-haired man stands just behind you in nothing but a black blindfold and matching collar around his neck, just below his Adam’s apple.
“Isn’t she just a cutie drenched in that sweet smell of need?”
Need? Need what? You gasp when the man pulls you back into his chest. You can feel his hardened cock sandwiched between him and your back.
“Is that so Satoru? That does make sense. Desire will make us do just about anything after all.”
Satoru nods eagerly, “Out of those mortals she was the one that was marked. So needy and desperate to cum because she can’t do it herself.”
“Oh, “ Suguru coos and his voice is dripping with a faux pity, “you poor thing.”
“H-how,” you bite your tongue so as to not reveal such embarrassing information about your….troubles.
“You look a little confused Y/N, allow me to explain what’s going on and what’s going to happen. It may be hard to believe but this is Satoru, “ He pauses and pats his thigh, which looks so sung in those dark slacks.
Your foot moves to step forward, but the professor isn’t calling to you.
A black wisp of smoke passes you, the weight of Gojo’s body against your back disappears and he reappears at Professor Geto’s feet. He sits there on his knees, hard, dripping cock on full display, like a loyal dog with a black leash now attached to his collar. You feel a tinge of jealousy somewhere deep in your chest at how happy and content Satoru looks.
“And he’s, my incubus. Now at the time, I’m sure you and your friends were completely unaware that the little ‘get lucky’ ritual you all performed was actually a marking ritual and it looks like it marked you to be my succubus’s next meal. So, you’re going to let Satoru here fuck until his full and satisfied.”
Satoru for his part looks so docile smiling at you, but there’s just something about him, an air he has that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Like at any moment the demon is going lounge at you.
You swallow and look between your professor and his ‘pet’ babbling, “But…I- I didn’t know. How could- when? I-I mean we did that like what? An hour ago?”
“No excuses. This is your doing and you’ll be fixing it whether you like it or not,” The sternness in his voice leaves little room for argument.
“Why me though?” your voice is getting higher as the panic rises.” We all did the same ritual together. We all wanted to ‘get lucky’. So why was I marked”
“Oh, that’s because Suguru’s got a big fat-hng!” Suguru shuts the demon up by pulling his leash taught.
“Because Gojo desires what I desire,” He supplies little of an actual explanation.
Suguru then lets the back leash be turned into smoke, thin whisps falling between his fingers before dissipating into nothing. The demon’s blindfold follows suit revealing a predatory pair of shining blue eyes.
You have no time to dwell on the warmth that Suguru’s words leave in your stomach. Their meaning is just on the tip of your tongue but is forgotten under Satoru’s gaze.
“She looks so cute blushing Suguru,“ the demon wines,” Please I'm dying over here!”
“Well Y/N? Are you going to let Satoru sit here and suffer?”You swallow thickly. Satoru did look pitiful down there. His cock flushed red and drooling. Aching for soem of relief. He’s so desperate that he jerks his hips into the air as if that would help. It was arousing. And your professor sitting on your living room sofa, legs spread wide and welcoming with that lazy smirk was even more arousing.
The sick thing is that the thought of laying down and letting this stranger rut his hips into you like a dog in heat while your favorite professor leisurely watches does cross your mind and does make you feel hot. But, there’s a single thread of logic that pulls you back to reality.
Your professor broke into your apartment with some…some demon who he wanted you to fuck in front of him. Ok, that still sounds a little hot- no! This was all wrong. This was a crime. This was….This was…
You take a step back and Suguru’s face falls. He warms you, “Now, now Y/N you wouldn't want me to sick him on you, would you? I can’t be held responsible for anything he does if I have to.”
“Bu-but I don’t mean…I didn’t think that it was real. I-I just wanted to go home.”
“Excuses, excuses,” he tsks.
You take another step back. Suguru nudges his sleek dress boot against Satoru’s naked thigh and the demon attacks.
In the blur, you are on your hands and knees, a firm hand pressing down on the back of your neck keeping your face smooshed into the carpet.
“Aww listen to her wine~ ain’t she such a cutie?”
With his free hand, Gojo pulls down the cotton shorts and panties down to your knees.
“Suguru! Suguru! look! She’s got a little wet patch on her patients already,” your face burns as the demon excitedly points out the dark patch on your underwear.
“Looks like she’s been hiding some things from us. You should know now Y/N that you can't hide anything for Satoru.”
You feel a hand creep further and further up your thigh. No, not there, don't touch there-
“Fuck you sound so good whining,” Gojo comments as his fingers slip between your slick folds, “And you’re wet already. Bet it was all those dirty fantasies about your English professor running through your pretty head when you came back to see him here.”
How did he know that? You can’t dwell on the question too long because Satoru is pushing two slender fingers into you.
“And what are these dirty fantasies of Y/N’s about?”
You do your best to shake your head and plead to the demon, “P-please don’t-oh god!” your own moan cuts You off. Gojo's fingers are slipping in and out of you. Going deeper than your fingers could ever reach. They Curl into spots that make you tremble and forget how to string words together into coherent sentences.
“She’s got such a filthy mind,” He begins revealing all your dirty secrets while fucking a third finger into you. ”Wants you to fuck her pretty much everywhere on campus. Over the desk in your office, down on her knees letting you fuck her throat in the most secluded parts of the library's old wing, letting you fuck this soaking cunt in front of the whole class to show them who she belongs to. Fuuuuck, what a lewd girl you are.”
In the position the demon has you in you can’t see Professor Geto squeezing the outline of his hardened cock through his slacks.
“Go on,” Geto demands.
“And you like it messy don’t you cutie,” Gojo laughs spreading his fingers apart making your toes curl at the feeling of being stretched open even more, “You can drop the sweet and scared virgin act. I know you want to be drooling all over Suguru’s cock, want your spit and his cum to be dribbling down your chin. You want Suguru to use that heavy, beautiful cock of his to paint your face and tits. Y/N here thinks about getting to go to your office first thing in the morning just so you can fuck this sloppy cunt full of cum and walk around with a cute little jeweled plug keeping it all in for the whole day. Doesn't that sound so nice Suguru?”
“We’ll see how things play out Satoru. Now come on, don't play with your food.”
You are flipped over onto your back. Gojo makes quick work of throwing your shorts and panties to the side. You are left in nothing but the cropped hoodie you wore to your friend's place. Since the pre-game took place at her apartment just a few floors below, you had not bothered with a bra.
From this new position, Satoru looks down at you with the hungriest look in his eyes and a big smile plastered across his face. Craning your neck to escape his hungry gaze you see an upside-down view of your professor working on unbuckling his pants.
Gojo, wanting all your attention, gets it by slapping the head of his cock against your slick clit.
“You hear that cutie?” and yes you do hear the wet slapping noise you two make. Each time the tip slaps against your clit it sends a pleasurable little shock through your body.
Then he starts rubbing his erection between your folds, using your wetness to coat it. His hands yank your hoodies up over your plump breasts. You whimper as his hands run back down your sides and grip your hips.
“W-wait- don’t!” but you plead goes ignore as Gojo pushes himself inside you.
Your back arches and your eyes roll back. Gojo feels so good, he’s going so deep, hitting all the right spots that are making your jaw tremble, it was like his dick was made for you.
“S-see? Doesn't that feel good? You feel so good squeezing around my cock. You want me to fuck you, don’t you? You can try and d-deny that all you like,” he begins slowing rolling his hips into yours, “But the way you’re suckin’ me in right now. Your body can't lie to me Y/N. I know how much you crave to be fucked until you can’t think. You want to be nothing but a fuck toy for your favorite professor.”
You whimper and turn your head away from him. The demon was right about everything. You love this. Your body is thrumming with lust and pleasure that you have been craving for weeks. But you never wanted it like this!
“B-but this is so wrong~,” you say as tears well up in your eyes, and his pace picks up.
“Shhh, shhh, there's no need to cry like that baby. Just listen to yourself,” Gojo soothes cupping your cheek so that your eyes stay on him.
With a little hiccup and a sniffle, you obey. You don’t have to strain your ears much to hear the lewd noises you and Gojo’s bodies make. You moan,you sound so wet, and it feels so good.
You can tell yourself that this is wrong, but you can’t deny how the incubus’s cock is making you feel.
Suguru has fished his hard-on out of his pants and is now slowly stroking himself to the view before him. His incubus rocking his hips into your squelching cunt. Each time Gojo thrusts into you your tits give a little bounce. It's quite a sight to see his favorite student getting fucked by his favorite pet.
‘Mabey Satoru is on to something. We both have become lonely.’
“S-satoru! s-slow down, s’too much” Your senses become muddles with ecstasy and pleasure. Your morals are slipping away from you too fast.
The demon laughs at your pathic pleas, “Slow down? But your body is loving this cutie. Fuck, fuck fuck, that’s it. Feels so good squeezing around my cock. Gunna milk me dry if you keep this up.”
Your back arches to the carpet again and your eyes widen. No way that you were about to cum on a stranger's cock while your English professor watched stroking his own! And so quickly! Holy fuck, the upside-down views of Professor Geto jerking off his thick cock is mouth-watering.
Your orgasm crashes over you. Your skin becomes flushed with a delightful tingle and that knot that kept tightening in your tummy just snaps. You can’t think about anything else but the way that your wall is molding perfectly to his cock. A thick viscous warmth floods your cunt as Satoru’s hips press against yours.
“That’s that’s it cutie. yesyeysyes,” Satoru chants in a tight voice.
He doesn't pull out until your body feels like putty in his hands. Thighs twitching from the aftershock is the first of many mind-blowing orgasms to come. In your post-orgasmic state, it is easy for the demon to pick you up off the ground and set you between his legs. Your back sags against his bare chest.
As you come back down to your senses the incubus pulls both your legs over his thighs. Your face becomes flushed red all over again as the demon spreads you out in front of your professor.
Said the man stopping stroking himself, settling his hand around the base of his cock. He doesn’t want to cum yet. You’ll be taking his cum tonight, all of it.
You try to look away from Professor Geto’s intense stare but Satoru grips on your chin between his fingers, keeping your head forward. You wine in protest and squeeze your eyes shut as the demon begins to play with his own cum seeping out of your hole.
“St-stop-ah! Please th-that’s”
“It’s what cutie?” Gojo teases smearing his cum between your fold,” it feels good?” he gathers some of the milky white substance between his fingers and pushes it back into you,” It must feel good within how you’re clenching around my fingers. Feel like the horny thing wants to be filled with a cock again.”
“Is that so Satoru?”
“I'm sure of it. She’s still drenched in that smell. I think she just needs some reassurance. You just need to relax Y/N we know exactly what you need and what you want,” Satoru curls his fingers inside you right over that spot that has you throwing your head back with a gasp. “But you are fighting it with those pesky morals. Come on now, just let’em go Y/N.”
The incubus words are doing something to you. Suguru knows what the succubus is doing, he can sense the magic coming off his breath causing you to grow unfocused again. Not enough to make you lose track of where you are or what’s going on, but enough to make you crave another orgasm.
The demon nuzzles into your neck and continues to enchant you with his words and slender fingers,” Don’t deny yourself this Y/N I know how much you need to feel good, and Suguru and I are here to help. You just got to relax, that’s it, relax those muscles for us. Let yourself feel good yea?”
Watching you relax against Satoru as he lazy pumps his fingers inside was a scene that Suguru could watch for hours, but some other parts of him can’t wait.
“Y/N, come here,” he patted his thigh just as he had done with Satoru.
The succubus lets go of you so you can crawl on your hands and knees to your professor. His incubus takes a moment to enjoy the view before crawling after you. You sit on your knees between the professor’s spread legs, still with that red blush across your cheeks. By the end of the night, they’ll fuck that shyness right out of you. He is sure of it. For now, he wants to see how obedient you can be.
“Suck it,” he demands softly, angling the head of his dick towards your mouth.
Suguru lets off a shaky breath as you take him into your mouth. From behind you Satoru’s darkened eyes watch you slowly slip more of Sugur's thick shaft into your mouth.
You've never had anyone as big as Suguru so of course you struggle. A firm hand running its fingers through your hair and another pair massaging your ass keeps encouraging you to keep going.
His praise is just a bonus,”That’s it, shit look that Satoru. She's so determined.”
“Turns you on, doesn't it?”, the demon asks knowing the answer but wanting to see your reaction to your dear professor confirming it.
“Yes.”
With your nose finally nuzzled snuggly against the thick patch of hair between his legs you moan. Finally, finally, you're seeing Satoru’s and Suguru's side of things. Realizing that they are here to make you feel good so the demon can have his fill of your sweet energy.
You pull back quickly and cough, gasping for breath. But you are so determined to please the English professor that you take His cock back into your mouth pressing your tongue into the underside of his shaft this time.
“Look like Satoru was spot on about you, “ Suguru groans. “Acting like this is all sorts of wrong, but when it comes down to it you are such an obedient little slut for us.”
He watches you experimentally bob your head, catching on quickly. Who knows that timid, studious girl who sits in front of all his lectures but barely says a word could suck dick so good?
His eyes flutter close enjoying your mouth bobbing and slobbering all over him. You get into a steady rhythm, drooling all over his cock making the process of slipping him down the back of your throat easier.
His eyes snap open when you begin to gag. Your throat constricts around him and thank God you pull off of him or else you’d be gagging for different reasons.
You scramble to brace your hands against Suguru’s big thighs and whip your head to look over your shoulder. Satoru smiles innocently at you as he rolls his hips into you again.
“S-Satoru! I-I can’t suck him off with you d-doing that ~”, your head collapses against Suguru’s leg as the demon fucks into your messy cunt making your legs feel like jello.
Suguru’s hand slips from the top of your head to cup your cheek to have you look up at him. You look beautiful with your ruddy cheeks, short breaths, and blow pupils.
“You can too baby, you're such a fast learner after all and so eager to please.” that seemed to be all the encouragement you needed because you took him back into your mouth. Suguru lets out a long breath, “Atta girl.”
Your rhythm becomes unsteady, and you are still gagging every now and then, but it is just as good if not better. Suguru’s combs back your hair to keep it out of the way of your pretty lips warped around his cock.
As Satoru takes you from behind, he leans over to talk into your ear, “Now try hollowing your cheeks, yea just like that. fuck, you’re a natural at this” he cuts his eye to Suguru, “ We have to keep her. She’s barley done this before you know. She’s read some dirty fanfictions, watches porn, had a few akwrad times, but has barey evrer tasted dick like this until now. “
No, not this again. You didn't quite like how the demon could work his way into your head and find out all your secrets. You can't object this time with your mouth already occupied, but you can groan around Suguru’s cock and wiggle your hips. Satoru laughs, griping you tighter so you can’t wither around much as he sinks his cock back into you.
“She's so embarrassed Suguru~” he teases, “She doesn’t want you to know sad her sex life has been until now. Just some flings here and there, awkward grouping, and pathetic dry humping in a Honda Accord. She's the only person who ever made herself cum before me, well before she hit this dry spell that’s made her so desperate for pleasure. Oh fuckfuckfuck. Y/N we’re going to ruin this pussy. Shit, she's so excited for that Suguru.”
You pull back to catch your breath, burring your face in Suguru’s clothed thigh as Satoru pounds into your tight cunt. The words were spot on but still embarrassing to hear out loud. Suguru for his part thinks your reaction is cute and funny.
“Now now, “ he turns her head up to look at him “No need to be embarrassed. You want to feel good right?”
“Y-yes, but-”
“No buts then. Just be a good girl, do what I say, let Satoru feed on you, and you’ll feel so good you’ll lose your God damn mind OK.”
Oh, did sound good. Too good to be true And it was still wrong. But you couldn't say no to the idea of being used by the two men. Let them fill just about every hole you have with their cum. Getting to cum so many times that you might lose count.
“Ok.”, you answer them opening your mouth wide for Suguru to slip his fat cock back onto into.
“yesssss,“ Satoru hisses, “she’s thinking about letting us use her like our cute personal sex toy. Wants us to cum inside her, doesn't want to waste a single drop.”
You moan around Suguru’s cock confirming that yes, you want both their cum, you need it. You need to feel your English professor fill your mouth and his demon fiils your cunt again.
“That’s such a good girl,” Suguru groans, hands coming to comb back your hair so he can get a good look at you, “Gonna be a good girl and take everything we give you?”
You do your best to nod.
“She does sound like a keeper Satoru .”
“I-I told you.”
You continue to bob your head. The repeated assault on the back of your throat causes tears to collect at the corner of your eye. Even though it’s uncomfortable and going to cause your throat to be sore tomorrow you keep going. You want to feel your English Professor’s cum shooting down the back of your throat.
“Shit, that’s it, baby, that ittttt,” with his other hands Suguru reached out for the demon, “Satoru come’er,”
Looking up Suguru grips the back of his head and pulls Satoru into a hungry kiss. He pushes you down on his cock making you gag more. You don’t mind it though, the sight above and the grunts from Professor Geto as his cum spurts down your throat is more than worth it.
Suguru pulls away and looks down at you. He feels you swallow around him trying your hardest to swallow every single drop of his cum, but some still manages to slip out of the corner of your mouth. Luckily the incubus is still there behind you, steadily thrusting his cock into you. He dips down to lick the cum dribbling out of your mouth.
“Poot thing, you cummed too much Suguru”
The Professor was quiet for a moment, thinking over what the Incubus had been hinting at tonight, “She’ll learn to take it all like a good girl in time. “
Satoru moans giddy, “She will, and I’ll teach her all there is to know!”
Satoru was still hunched over you as you pull off Suguru's cock gasping for breath. You don’t get a chance to catch it Satoru pulls you into the same kind of messy open-mouth kiss you were seeing above. He can taste Suguru on your tongue.
When he breaks away you still gasp for breath and it’s such a sight. A shiny string of spit connecting your swollen lips, your eyes too big and dazed, your face full of want, fuck, you’re perfect
“You ready to cum again cutie?”
You nod eagerly, pussy clenching around his dick. Satoru let's go of your chin and snake hands down between your legs. His finger home in you your clit and starts to rub vigorously back and forth over it.
Your eyes go wide and it's like something suddenly snaps. If not for Suguru’s leg you probably would be face down on the floor right now. You collapse against your professor who’s already caught on to what his incubus wants from you. He’s pretty sure this will be the first time that you’ve ever squirted.
Sugar is no help to you. He lays his arms across the back of your couch and enjoys the look of panic that crosses your face.
“W-wiat !” You get a little bit of strength back and use it to try and escape Gojo, but it's useless. Feeling the pressure continue to build in your stomach only makes you more frantic, ”I need a time-out! Hnnn~p-lease, i-i need a bathroom break or i-i’m gonna”
The demon doesn't stop his assault. Big fat tears of embarrassment well up in those pretty eyes of yours as you feel the release coming and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
You cry as Satoru's cock counties to drill into your gushing pussy. He fucks you through the blinding, mind-numbing orgasm while chasing his own. Slurred cruces mix with your name bubble from his mouth, and he empties himself inside your cunt again.
“Shit,“ Satoru breathes. He pulls his hand to his mouth and licks your wetness from his fingers, ”She so good. I am so glad you marked yourself for me cutie. Couldn't think of any other mortal I'd want to fucking ruin.”
Your mushy brain barely registers anything the incubus is saying. It’s still clouded by feeling dam good and just having cummed so damn hard. You can feel how the demons are still plugged inside you and hard. Eventually, you begin to feel other things, like the button of Suguru’s slacks digging into your cheek and the wetness coating your thighs.
‘Wow’
“D-di I just squirt?”
You can't believe it. You’ve ever seen people squirt in porn and you thought it took some sort of special skill set to do so.
“Mhmm, “ Satoru hums, “And I bet it felt as good as it looked.”
You bashfully nod, “it did.”
You shift your knees, the carpet beginning to leave a scratchy red imprint on your skin. Doing so reminds you of the pulsing cock still inside you. “H-how are you still hard? We’ve done it twice already.”
Satoru laughs, oh he has so much to teach you, “Because I’m still hungry for you.”
“Y/N, baby, come up here to get off your knees. You look like you are getting uncomfortable in this position.”
You nod and though Satoru’s pouty about it he pulls out and helps you crawl onto the other’s lap.
With Satoru’s help, you pull your last article of clothing off. In front of you Suguru’s eye level with your titis and can’t keep his eye off them. You shiver as his fingers glide over the soft flesh then flick one of your nipples making it pebble from the harsh treatment. He hums approvingly.
Ok, that was pretty hot. Even hotter is the dark and hungry way that he stares at you. Behind you, Satoru's hands guide you down starting from your shoulders then past your elbows, and stopping at your wrists. You squeak when he wraps one hand around your writs and pulls them towards his cock still hard and slick from your pussy.
With your breast now pressed even further in his face Segura cups one of your supple breasts in the palm of his hand. He runs a thumb over your pebbled nipple. Your breath catches in the back of your throat.
You straddle the professor’s leg. His hard-on presses into your tummy making you moan wantingly. Suguru smiles softly. All it took was a good fucking and your putty in their hands.
“Oh, not expecting them to be so sensitive?” Suguru teases with that easy smile of his.
You nod your head. Since when was your home this cold? Or was it the man- the demon behind you? The one who is occupying himself by leaving sloppy wet kisses along your neck.
Another mouth, Suguru’s, is suddenly on you as well. He takes a nipple into your mouth and sucks, hard, causing a moan to be ripped from you. Suguru doesn't leave out your other tit from his attention either, squeezing and pawing at the fat.
You find yourself rocking your hips back and forth, the rough material of his slacks providing only some relief to the aching between your leg that has flared up again.
“Feels good, doesn't it?” Satoru whispers against your ear.
His hands move to your hips now, holding them and guiding them in a steadier rhythm. It wasn't as hard or fast as you had in mind, but you can feel so much more. The incubus knew exactly what your body needed, more so than you apparently.
“It’s s’good S-Satoru, but…I want more,” there is still a hint of that downright adorable bashfulness, but the two can tell you lust is overcoming you and you become their shameless little whore.
Suguru pulls away from the boob with a wet pop, “Insatiable, she’ll fit right in.” Then begins giving the other the same treatment.
You whine, leaning back more, and shove your chest further into the professor's face. The demon’s voice behind you only drives you closer to cummign again, all over your English professor's nice dress pants.
“Look at him Y/N, his cock’s already hard for us again. So flushed and drooling just for us, for you. You know how long he’s wanted to bury it in this sweet cunt of yours?” to be the malevolent demon he is Satoru slips hands hand down the pinch of your clit as you roll it against Suguru’s thigh.
“Satoru, “ he warns the demon.
“What?” Satoru begins to lightly rub the sensitive nub as if to say he is sorry. “If you get to know all of Y/N’s dirty thoughts about her favorite English professor she should get to know what you think of your favorite student.”
When Suguru doesn't have a reply to the demon he continues, “He loses it when you wear those cute skirts and baggy cardigans. Loves thinking of how your titis fit so snugly in those tank tops. He Imagines just yanking them down and getting these perfect tits to flop out. And you’re not the only one who fantasizes about fucking in a lecture hall. He wants to watch you go down on your knees in an empty classroom. Take these tits and squish them around his cock. You stay down there like a good girl while you let him cum all over your face.”
Your moan is high-pitched, and another orgasm is building up in your groin. How many would this make now? You‘ve already lost count.
“You like that?” Satoru asks you and you nod.
“M’gonna cum again.”
Suguru Chuckles, ”We can tell. Look at the mess you’re making baby.”
When you look down sure enough there was a dark patch where your pussy is grinding back and forth. Normally you would have hid your face in embarrassment, but if you can't keep track of how many times you’ve cummed how could you find the will to be embarrassed?
“Why don’t you go ahead and cum for us again baby, go on. Let us see that pretty face again, ” Suguru commands.
You don't have to be told twice. On his word, you feel your body tense. You have to grab onto the professor’s shoulders just to hold yourself steady as an orgasm shudders through you. You look absolutely amazing cumming. Suguru leans back just enough to really get a good look at you. Your chest rises and falls with one big breath after the other. Your nipples are perked. Your body is obviously overstimulated at this point. Your drolling, eyes glossy with unshed tears, and pupils blown wide.
“That’s it, atta girl,” Suguru praises you.
You fall against Suguru’s chest feeling spent from benign brought to one orgasm after the other. Satoru’s hand groups at the supple flesh of your thighs meaning that it isn’t over yet A small sound akin to a whimper comes from you. It wasn’t that you were opposed to more, but you’re not sure that your body can handle it.
“Tapping out already?” Satoru asks and you nod, “Well that's too damn bad, there is no tapping out in this situation, did I fuck you so good that you forgot?”
Oh, oh no. “I-I don't think I can go one though.”
“Aww, I don't care,” his voice is lowered to some darker and greedier, ”You're the one that performed that ritual, and you know you have to face the consequences of those actions.”
You whimper again because he was absolutely right, and your body was too tired to fight him on it. You have been marked, the incubus was going to feed on you until he was full, and by the looks of things Satoru had a big appetite.
There was also your English professor and his hungry eyes and those fantasies that his pet shared. Said man lets you lean against him and catch your breath. He almost feels bad, almost. The way your body looks with you overstimulated and so fucked out that you have a hard time catching your breath was just so addictive. He could look at you all day on this.
“Oh, you wanna know what just popped in his head?” He doesn’t wait for a response, “He wants to tie you up in some pretty ropes and put a wand to your clit and just sit back with a nice drink and watch you squirt and cum for hours. How does it sound cutie?”
You moan. You’re not sure what a wand is, but you can tell from context it's some kind of sex toy. A sex toy that the professor you’ve been crushing on wanted to use on you for hours on end? Along with arousal, you feel a warm feeling flutter in your chest and smile goofily. Your professor likes you.
“Aww look at that, “ Suguru cups your cheek as a signal that he wants you to look at him. You push on his chest and sit up on his lap.”Whatcha smiling for a baby?”
“You like me,” you answer.
He chuckles combing your hair back to get a look at your love-drunk face. Maybe they should stop soon. You look so far gone already,” Yea baby I do like you, and Satoru likes you too. Was that not clear before?”
“Mmm, maybe?” you giggle.
“You look so beautiful drunk off our cocks cutie. You want more of them?” Satoru asks kneading your ass cheeks.
“Oh god,” you huff. You feel so good but it’s too much, you don't know if your body can handle all this attention at once.
The demon behind you giggles, ”Aww, cutie, there isn't a god here tonight. Just a sorcerer and his demons.
There was something off about that sentence, but your fuzzy head can’t connect the dots.
“Would you like that cutie? You wanna work with me to make Suguru feel good?”
Now that you understand and nod eagerly looking down at the inky hair your fingers are interned with, “Wanna make you feel good.”
“Then why don't you ride that thick cock of his?”
At the suggestion, you're already pawing at the professor’s hard cock. When did he get so hard again? Or was he still hard from the last time? You couldn't tell what time was anymore.
Somehow you managed to line himself up with your messy entrance then slowly start to sit down. Fuck, he was big. The fat head of his cock already felt like too much. Your little whines from the painful could make Suguru cum on the spot right then and there if he wasn’t putting so much effort into not cumming. He can't look away from your contorted face as you continue to take more of him.
Then finally, you let out a heavy breath fully seated on Suguru’s lap. You feel so dazed. He’s all the way in and you can feel every inch of the man in every spot inside you. Just having him inside you feels like you’re going to cum.
“Good girl,” he purrs rubbing his palm over your abdomen. Pressing down and groans because he can feel his aching cock under his hand. “Took me so well all by herself, fuck you’re so beautiful like this baby. Gonna stuff you full of my cum sooner than I thought. “
“We,” Satoru corrects from behind spreading your cheeks apart,” because while you get to fuck that perfect cunt, I get this cute little ass all to myself.”
You yelp feeling something cool slip between your ass cheeks. It's a struggle but when you get a glance over your shoulder you see a long string of his saliva dripping down from Satoru’s mouth. Your eyes widen in what might be the horror or a residual wave of embarrassment.
“S-Satoru i-i’ve never done it this way before.”
Suguru’s fingers under your chin draw your attention back to him. His smooth smile is intoxicating just like the incubus’ words.
“Now come on baby, yes you can. “
“But all at once?”
“We know you can. And you wanna feel good right?” Satoru asks right by the shell of your ears.
While you shiver under him Satoru strokes his dick, spreading his precum down the shaft.
“I do.”
You can't see him, but Suguru can see the excited, borderline feral look in his eyes. He licks his fangs, long ones that you might be too far gone to feel pierce your skin, and continues his magic onto you, he places his hands back on your ass, “And you want you to make us feel good?”
“I do.”
“And I can taste that want rolling off you in waves cutie.”
With just the slightest roll of his hips, Suguru has you moaning his name and collapsing back into his chest. Suguru himself moans feeling you clench around him even tighter.
Satoru crowds further over you like he’s closing in on his prey.
“You wanna taste it Y/N? Do you wanna be like me and be able to taste the feelings you feel right now and see all the naughty things going through our professor’s head?”
You’re not thinking straight You’re so cock drunk that you don’t see the glaring red flags of what his words imply. You just know that yes, you do want to know what Professor Geto t really thinks of you.
“I do.”
With a thrift thrust, you feel another cock enter you. Both you and Satoru moan. You felt full before but now you felt absolutely stuffed with one cock stretching your pussy and the other stretching your ass. How did he slip so easily inside you? How could you still think at this point?
“S’much,” your words feel heavy on your tongue.
“And it's not even all of it,” Satoru says putting your body at ease, “We haven't even started to fuck you yet cutie.”
A guttural moan is ripped from you as both men began fuck your holes. The world fully falls away at this point. Suguru’s grip your hips moving them how he wants to. His feet are planted firmly on the ground so he can fuck up into you. Behind you and in the same tandem that Satoru fucks your ass as his own hands grope your breasts.
“Oh fuck…c-can feel. Ahh~” Your hand's fists Suguru’s nice dress shirt. It wasn't fair that he was the only one that got to be dressed. Your struggle to breathe each time you feel, yes feel, the heads of their dicks connecting inside of you your breath hitches in a little hiccup. It's adorable. Satoru looks forward to experiencing more of these cute reactions.
Suguru swallows and looks down at you in awe at how you can take them both. He can feel your drool seeping into his dress shirt and the way you clench around him. You won't last long like this.
“Satoru if you’re going to do it, do it now.“
“Fuck fuck, fuckI I know. Fuck she feels so good Suguru,” the demon moans and whines. Suguru is the only one not drooling now.
Your professor’s pace becomes more brutal making your moans higher and louder. His demon follows suit. His hips loudly smack against your ass with enough force to make your cheeks jiggle. Below you, there is the lewd squelching of Suguru driving into you.
Satoru pushed up on your tits so that your back is flushed against his. Now you can't hide your face anymore. And what a face it is.
Your jaw snaps shut when Satoru brings his fangs to your neck. Your teeth clack together, and a hiss of air is pushed through them. It hurts a lot more than you think it should. The pain spreads from your neck to the center of your chest.
“S-S’toru,” you weakly protest.
The demon unlatches his mouth from your neck. He looks ethereal to Suguru. At the call of his demon's name, his gaze shifts to Suguru just as the man pulls him into another sloppy kiss. When the two pull apart both of their mouths are now smeared with your blood.
Satoru smiles and then turns his attention back to you. Your next to get a sloppy open-mouth kiss that you greedily accept.
You're about to cum again, you can feel that familiar pressure building. Satoru can taste it in the air. He savors inklings of another orgasm from you. They can feel the way you pathetically roll your hips trying to meet the brutal pace he’s set that’s become more erratic.
Satoru pulls away and you stare into the wild eyes of the demon “You about cum pretty girl?”
You weakly nod watching as he bites his lips hard enough to draw a fat drop of blood, he picks it up.
“Then cum with us, join us, yea?”
“Yes, yes, yes~” you catch as the pressure bursts, and you see nothing but darkness and stars.
“Shit, Atta girl, fuck goanna milk me dry,” Suguru’s hold on you becomes bruising as he thrusts up once more and buries himself into your tight heat, and empties himself inside you.
Satoru crashes his lips against you once again, slick tongue slipping into your mouth that fills with a copper taste. The demon’s hips staling flush against your ass.
Your eyes roll back, and you let this new darkness consume you. The world is still for a moment. The pleasure courses through you. God, it feels like it’s never going to stop. Your mind starts to fade. You try to cling to these new sensations that are barely there but eventually, you get pulled away in unconsciousness.
The two men lose their breath as they fill you with their cum and your body greedily squeezes every last drop. Once they grow soft they gingery pulling out of your limp body.
Satoru is hesitant to break the scene,” Is she?”
Sugar nods looking at your unconscious body in his arms,” Yea.”
The demon laughs, Oppsie~”
“How long until the transformation comes to fruition?”
“A while, a few weeks Mabey, “he soothes your hair,” But she’ll feel her first hunger for sure.”
“Hmm, you know your venom.”
“Oh, I know, poor thing, but when her first hunger hits she’ll instinctually seek you out, master.”
The glare he gives you from down on the old wooden floor, digging into his bare knees, is one full of our hatred.
"You wench-"
"You witch," you correct him with a smile.
Oh, Sukuan hates how his body responds to you. He clenches his jaw, suppressing the arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach from seeing you look at him like that in nothing but your witch's hat.
You uncross your legs, making the curses glare become even more heated. The velvet of your armchair feels soft against your bare ass and under your thighs.
"Once I am free from these constraints of yours and this hex, I'm going to make you beg for death by my hands," Sukans seethes.
