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‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ I'll probably only write m/m and will write m/f if its character x reader, but please note that only reader will be f because I am not comfortable writing m/f, f/m and f/f.
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Class class class. How boring. You would usually be reading your books but you had forgotten to get one today. This means you’ll have to swing by the library later, how lovely.
It was just like any other day, learning random formulas that you can remember within minutes. You were the class topper, people called you genius because you can ace tests with no effort. Most people around the school found you fascinating or enjoyed being around you. Most people. That is, excluding Gojo Satoru.
Satoru is quite the opposite of you, he is in fact infamous around the school. Every drama around the school, you can trace them back to him. He enjoys being an ass to everyone. Satoru never fails to make shit fall down anywhere.
Depressingly, people quickly forget about his acts around school as soon as they see him. Tall, nicely styled white hair paired with breathtaking blue eyes. It was infuriating how good he looked.
The person he picked on the most was you, because you always had a higher grade than him effortlessly.
Even with a shitty attitude like this, his grades were surprisingly good. Unlike you, he puts somewhat of an effort into it. To your surprise, you actually caught him reading in the library once. Not a magazine of some sort. A novel.
Class finally ended after 45 minutes of boredom. It was the final period of the day which meant you could finally go to the library.
You headed towards the library, excited to finally get the book out again. You had read it once, and you loved it.
The thing was, this wasn’t an ordinary book. It was a smut novel. You had always enjoyed these types of books and you weren’t afraid to admit it either.
You hummed as you took a copy off the shelf, before someone came from behind.
“Reading again nerd?” Satoru said with a grin.
“Yeah, unlike you, spending all your time going to parties and shit.”
“Language princess. For a class topper you have quite the dirty mouth” Satoru rolled his eyes as he took a copy of the same book. “Huh. This is the second time you’ve read this book, maybe I should try it too.”
“Yeah yeah just be careful with the scenes in there. I’m afraid your fragile ego can’t take it.”
“Psshh what possibly can be in this book? I can handle more than you think.” He simply brushed you off, headed for his dorm.
What a loser….
Later that night, you were reading the book you got out earlier when someone knocked on your dorm door. You opened and was surprised to see Satoru standing at your door, with the most evil grin on his face you’ve ever seen.
“What do you want?” You asked, slightly annoyed.
“Hmmm, let me in and I’ll tell you.”
“Fuck off” You slammed the door in his face, leaving him in the cold.
He knocks again. “C’mon princess don’t be like this, I’m just here to discuss that book with you.”
Hearing this, you instantly open the door and let him in. “You better make this conversation worth my time.”
He walked in, holding that book in hand and looked at you smug.
“Wanna recreate the smut scene in this book?”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, princess.”
You looked at him dumbfounded. You were in utter disbelief at what he had just suggested.
“What makes you think that I’ll do it with you?” You questioned him, testing his limits.
“Since you had the guts to read this book, I’d assume you liked to dominate people.” He shrugged. “But something tells me you’re a virgin.”
“Oh honey.” You looked at him darkly, “I’m far more experienced than you think.”
You guided him to your bedroom before making him sit on your bed.
“Play with yourself.” You ordered.
“Huh– what?” Satoru was now visibly nervous after your demeanour change.
“Do I need to make it more clear?” You rolled your eyes, “Masturbate. Right here in front of me.”
Satoru took a deep breath and unbuckled his belt, removing his pants and boxers.
He pulled out his already hard cock, pumping it up and down in a slow rhythm.
“Why so slow?” You whispered in his ears, causing him to jump, “Come on I know you can go faster than that.”
He fastened his rhythm, now basically impossible to stop the moans and whimpers from spilling out of his mouth.
“What are you thinking of?” You asked.
“You.” He answered.
“Oh? What am I doing?”
“Fucking me, making a ngh– mess out of me.”
“Let go.”
Satoru immediately stopped when you said it, waiting for you to do something.
“Spread your legs for me sweetheart.”
Satoru hesitated for a second before eagerly spreading his legs for you.
He moaned and yelped as you covered his inner thighs with hickies. His pale thighs were now filled with red and purple patches.
You sat behind him, angling yourself correctly so you can reach his cock and his nipples at the same time, now pinching his nipples and jerking him off.
His eyes rolled back into his skull as you rolled his nipples between your fingers, pumping his cock at a fast pace.
The tips of Satoru’s cock were now leaking pre-cum non stop. He felt his orgasm nearing.
“Wait (Name)! I–ngh~” He moaned loudly before cumming onto your hands.
Your professor assigned a presentation, and your partner for this project was none other than your academic rival: Fushiguro Megumi. How lovely.
You guys are the absolute smartest in the class, both being guaranteed a spot in whatever university the two of you are aiming for. But every single test and subject, hell even useless subjects, you guys compete for grades as if your life depended on it or something.
“I swear the professor did this shit on purpose.” You snapped, placing a hand over your forehead as Nobara watched you explode.
“Technically Fushiguro’s not that bad, you guys just compare grades too much.” Nobara said, taking a sip of her drink.
“You’re only defending him because you guys have been friends for years” You pointed out. “Plus you got paired with Yuuji so you can’t say shit about this.”
Nobara looked at you and sighed in despair “Come on you guys are basically equally smart, why compete so much?”
“He somehow manages to always get exactly ONE point higher than me in any subject. It’s fucking absurd and he acts so nonchalant about it it’s so fricking annoying.”
“Well maybe if you had studied harder, you would’ve done better.” Megumi cut in from behind you, looking at you with those pretty ass eyes. You glared at him.
Megumi was definitely attractive. Spikey raven hair paired with insanely mesmerising dark blue eyes. His lashes were so long that you’d think he got them professionally done. Why is someone you despise so much so fucking attractive.
“Speak of the devil.” You hissed.
“And a tip by the way, if you want to talk shit about someone do so quietly” He looked at you with the same cold expression as always.
“Oh please if I didn’t want you to hear it I would’ve brought Nobara to mars and told her about it.”
“Deliberately trying to get me to hear it? Why not just say it straight in my face next time.”
“No thanks, I have much better things to do.”
“Well you better drop those things when we work on the assignment.” He smirked and walked off to his dorm. That bitch.
“SEE? HE’S AN ABSOLUTE FUCKASS.” You complained as you buried your face into your hands.
“You’re gonna be fine. It's just a week's worth of project.” Nobara sighed at you, taking a sip of her drink again
“The professor didn’t even give class time for this, either I go to his dorm or he comes to mine. No way in hell we’re going to the library. It's always frickin’ packed during midterms.” You dramatically thump your head onto the table, hoping you’ll wake up and this was a dream.
“Guess Yuuji and I can’t work on it in the library either.”
Nobara’s voice snapped you back to reality: This was not a dream.
“How about you work on it in Megumi’s dorm, and I’ll have Yuuji at our dorm. I think 4 people studying in the same room will get quite concerning.” Nobara remarked
“Ugh fine I’ll see if I can go to his dorm, see you later!!” You exclaimed as you rushed off.
You left the cafeteria, feeling defeated as you made your way over to Megumi’s dorm. You would’ve texted him if you hadn’t blocked him, but oh well.
As you approached his dorm, you noticed that he had hung up a sign that says do not disturb on his door. With your excellent personality, you had of course ignored the sign and disturbed him anyways.
You knocked on his door 3 times, waited for almost a minute before he opened the door.
“Did you not see the do not disturb sign?” He asked with an annoyed expression.
You were just about to answer when you noticed that his face was flushed, and his breathing was fairly uneven…as if he…nevermind.
“Uhm…are you going to answer my question?” Megumi asked awkwardly.
“Oh yeah” You quickly turned your attention back to the assignment, “We need to have a set time to meet up everyday, so we can work on the assignment…the deadline is next week so we gotta work on it often…do you wanna meet up at my dorm or yours?”
There was an awkward silence between the 2 of you before Megumi spoke up again.
“Mine is fine. Just not right now, my room is kind of messy.”
“It fine I don’t mind”
“No!” Megumi stepped in to block the way defensively then suddenly realized what he was doing “Uhh…I mean, I mind.”
“Alright jeez chill” You said, confused as fuck.
“If you unblock me, I’ll text you when to come over” He added awkwardly, face still flushed.
You rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone to unblock him.
“There.”
Later that night, Megumi texted you to come over to work on the assignment. Seeing the message you started getting ready to go.
His dorm was in a different building, so naturally, you had a bit to walk.
You hated walking around already, if that wasn’t bad enough, it was raining. Hard. And you had forgotten to bring an umbrella. You ran to Megumi’s dorm as fast as you could, still getting extremely soaked in the process. Great.
Before you could even knock, the door flung open and there stood Megumi, eyeing you down.
“I wonder what happened.” He said sarcastically.
“Yeah I fucking wonder” You hissed at him as you walked in.
“Can I borrow something to wear? I’m not about to study in this.” You asked in despair.
“Yeah sure, just wear whatever you want in the wardrobe." He said, pointing at his wardrobe.
“Great thanks,” You sighed as you walked into his wardrobe, looking for something comfortable.
You quickly decided on one of his t-shirts, stripping your wet clothes on and putting the shirt on immediately.
In the process of putting on the shirt you accidentally knock over one of his boxes. Thinking it was just more clothes, you lift it back up naively.
You caught a glimpse of what was in there and you stopped dead, quickly pulling the box out again to confirm what you just saw.
Inside were blindfolds, vibrators, ropes and many other sex toys that filled the box.
You felt your face flushing when suddenly Megumi came in frantically.
“Actually I look for some clothes for–” He was interrupted by the scene in front of him: You with just a t-shirt and panties on, with the box of his things beside you.
His face visibly started flushing and he stammered out some words that you couldn’t make clear of.
“So…I thought you were a virgin this whole time” You tried to break the awkward silence, but this sentence just made the whole thing even more awkward.
There was another long pause between the two of you before Megumi spoke up again.
“I am a virgin.”
“You are? Aren’t these for whoever you fucked with?” You asked in disbelief.
“No…these are for me” He confessed, his face flushing darker and darker by each second.
What he said suddenly made you somewhat more confident.
“Ahhh so you like being reduced to a submissive slut eh?” You stood up, feeling bolder.
That sentence alone made Megumi whimper. You pushed him out of the wardrobe and against a wall.
“I’ll give you a chance, I can give you the full experience, if you’d like.” You said, licking your lips.
His cock twitched visibly, clearly indicating that he wanted to.
“Yes” He swallows visibly.
Hearing this, you instructed him to wait on the bed, as you went back to the wardrobe to bring out Megumi’s box of toys.
“Can I take off your shirt?” You asked as you approached him with the most evil smile mankind has ever seen.
Megumi nodded eagerly, allowing you to take his shirt off.
You removed his shirt revealing toned muscles, 6 pack abs and pink, rosy nipples that were already hard.
“Hmm so our class topper has been working out eh?” You question, rubbing one of his nipples.
Megumi arched his back from the sensation and groaned, his nipples were extremely sensitive.
“I asked you a question” You said, now pinching his peck making Megumi dizzy and overwhelmed from the sensation.
“Haaahh- ngh– yes-” He answered between moans and whimpers.
“Now let's get to our main course shall we?” You whispered in his ear, nibbling the shell briefly before taking the rope out.
You tied his wrists on the headboard in a cute bowtie style, before covering his eyes with a silky blindfold..
Pushing his legs apart, you traced the outline of his clothed cock, before stripping his pants off.
His hips lift up making it easier for his pants to come off, leaving him just in his boxers with an incredibly visible wet spot on it
You sigh and remove his boxers, his cock slapping against his abdomen immediately.
The vibrator was naturally your go-to sex toy,it was not only your favorite to toy yourself with, it was also your favorite to toy others with
You turned the vibrator to the lowest speed and placed it directly on his tip, securing it with a ribbon.
ˏˋ°•*🕸 CONTENT ♰ mdni! sub!megumi, dom!gn!reader, nipple play, cumming untouched, bratty!megumi, established relationship, use of pet names on him (kitty, baby, love), slightly mean!reader, some mouth stuff i got a lil carried away (megumi sucks on your fingers & gags a bit), dacryphilia, megumi is sensitive (and embarrassed ab it)
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ yum! i love megumi! i love nipples! long(ish) buildup sorry i like a little plot w my p0rn :p looks like i'm gonna be 3 days behind on all of kinktober, my bad, enjoy.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
“C’mon, Megumiiii~” you whine, prodding at his shoulder for emphasis, “you’re being such a little grump.”
“I’m not–I–what? I’m not a grump,” Megumi glares at you, not helping to disprove your statement. “I’m just telling you it’s not gonna work, so there’s no point in trying.”
The two of you are currently sprawled out on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment. It’s a lazy Sunday, it’s early September, and it’s still hot out – meaning you’re in nothing but a tank top and sleep shorts, and Megumi is in nothing but a pair of dark plaid boxers. His whole chest is out, and you haven’t been able to stop staring.
Megumi is lean but somewhat toned, his muscles only subtly visible under his pale skin when he’s relaxed. He’s beautiful all over, but the one thing really holding your attention captive is his nipples. They’re so pretty and pink, just sitting there on the gentle swell of his pecs – and you don’t think he’s ever let you touch them.
About five minutes ago, you interrupted the show you two were watching with the out-of-pocket comment, “did you know that some guys can cum from just their nipples?”
Megumi had instantly stiffened up, turning to look at you with an eyebrow raised. “Okay? Where did that come from?”
“I don’t know, I just thought it was interesting.” You shrugged innocently. “Did you know that?”
Megumi had looked at you skeptically for a moment longer before turning back towards the TV.
“No,” he grumbled.
“Gosh, Megumi, you already sound annoyed! I didn’t even suggest anything.”
“No, but you’re gonna, aren’t you? You never just think something’s interesting. Just go ahead, say it.”
You laughed at him, pushing at his shoulder for his attitude. “Well, you’re a guy…and you have nipples.”
There it is, Megumi thought.
“No.”
Megumi shook his head. You considered leaving the subject alone with how quick his answer was, but the noticeable blush that had crept onto his cheeks made you want to keep pushing a bit.
“No? You don’t have nipples? Or you’re not a guy?”
“No, I do–I am. But I’m not…” Megumi flushed harder, clearing his throat. “...Not gonna try whatever you’re implying.”
After a few minutes of back-and-forth, you had managed to convince Megumi to watch a video from your Twitter feed of a girl making a guy cum from his nipples, Megumi’s curiosity winning over his resistance.
He watched the entire thing with a skeptical, almost judgemental look on his face, but you didn’t miss the way it made him squirm in his seat, or the way his cheeks got noticeably redder.
However, even after the video proved you right, Megumi still didn’t seem any more willing to let you touch his nipples.
This is what led to your current conversation that’s got Megumi’s feathers so ruffled.
“Okay, but how do you know it won’t work if you’ve never tried it?” You tilt your head at him, smirking playfully.
“Because. I just…I know. It won’t work. It's not really gonna feel like anything, and you'll be disappointed."
“Okay, fine, how about this,” you decide to try a new approach, “you don’t even have to think about cumming from it. Forget that idea. I just wanna touch them.”
Megumi whines, his hands covering his face before he pushes them upwards to run through his hair, looking stressed. “Why do you wanna touch them so badly? They’re just nipples.”
“Because they’re so cute! Plus I think they’re the only part of you that I’ve never touched, and that’s kind of evil if you think about it.”
Megumi covers his face again at this, mumbling something unintelligible.
You drop your head on his shoulder dramatically. “Ahhh, you’re so mean, Megumiii~ I let you touch my boobs all the time… you hate meee…”
“What? Come on, I love you, I just–” Megumi pauses as he processes your implication. “They’re not boobs.”
“Close enough,” you mumble, deciding again to redirect your approach.
Turning your body into Megumi’s, still leaning on his shoulder, you throw your left leg over his thigh and place your left hand on his tummy, starting to draw gentle circles into his skin. Megumi sucks in a sharp breath, and you lean into his neck, placing a kiss right under his ear.
Megumi stiffens up, but he doesn’t protest as your hand slowly makes its way up to his chest. You’re close enough to him that you can hear his breathing picking up. You can feel his pulse quickening as you gently press kisses into the side of his neck.
Megumi lets out a soft whine as you suck gently on his pulse point, shifting his hips uncomfortably. He whispers your name almost anxiously, his left hand grabbing at your thigh to ground himself.
“C’mon, they’re right there,” you whisper to him, tracing your middle finger in a circle around his nipple, deliberately avoiding touching it. “Can I touch them just a little? Please?”
You can feel his resolve crumbling. As soon as he whispers out a shaky “okay,” Megumi can feel your sly smile growing against his neck.
You press another kiss below his ear, whispering “that’s my good boy,” and dragging the pad of your finger over his left nipple, gently rubbing it in a circle.
You don’t know exactly what level of reaction you were expecting, but your hopes certainly weren’t this high.
Megumi jerks, letting out a sharp whine, his fingers digging into your thigh. You pull your head out of his neck in surprise, watching as his dick twitches visibly in his boxers. You look at him, an eyebrow raised in pleasant astonishment, and he can only meet your eyes for a second before he drops his head against the backboard of the sofa with a shaky moan, his eyes fluttering shut.
“My god, Megs…” you mumble, eyes lit up in excitement as you sit up straighter, hand drifting over to his other nipple. Again, he jerks sharply, whining, his right hand gripping the blanket on the sofa. As the soft pad of your finger circles this one, Megumi starts to push his hips up against the air, his cock now straining against the fabric of his boxers.
“Ugh, I–fuck-” Megumi curses under his breath, trying to stop himself from squirming.
Feeling elated from his positive reaction, you bring yourself to straddle him, purposely sitting far enough down on his thighs that you aren’t making contact with his dick.
“Hey,” You bring your right hand to gently tap at his cheek, prompting him to open his eyes. “Look at me,” you whisper. Megumi feels dizzy from the way your other hand is still circling his nipple, sending sparks through his body, but he forces himself to raise his head up. “Did you know they were this sensitive?”
Megumi lowers his head, feeling his cheeks flush impossibly warmer. “Maybe,” he mutters.
“How is this the first time I’m finding out?” You don’t sound mad. More like you’re in awe and genuine confusion. Megumi lowers his eyes, unable to meet yours with the way you’re looking at him so hungrily, like you just found a new toy, and you’re planning to play with it until it breaks.
But he can’t stop himself from pushing his hips up, wishing that you would scooch a couple inches higher so your weight would be on his dick. Ignoring your question, Megumi decides to lift his knees so you fall further forward onto him. Realizing what he’s trying to do, you stabilize yourself on his chest, before pinching his nipple hard. “Stop that. Answer me.”
Megumi whines loudly at the feeling, his whole body tensing up, and a strong shiver runs down his spine. He drops his knees, but his hips continue to rock upwards involuntarily. “Fuck–please, I…it’s too much,”
You stop pinching his nipple, rubbing it gently in apology, and Megumi lets out a shaky breath punctuated by a soft whimpery noise that you don’t think you’ve ever heard come out of him. The corner of your mouth turns upwards as you let your eyes settle on his cock, now fully hard in his underwear, the whole outline clearly visible, twitching painfully every few seconds. You stare at it until Megumi squirms, pushing his hips up at you again, before you raise your eyes back up to meet his. “Answer my question.”
Megumi drops his head in shame, his chest rising and falling as he pants. “Don’t know. I was embarrassed.”
“Aww. Why were you embarrassed, ‘Gumi?” You take his face in your hands, and he looks up at you, cheeks burning, still with a bit of reluctance on his face. But you see how his eyes are starting to glaze over, how he’s looking at you like he wants you to take control; to rip away his last remnants of inhibition, so he doesn’t have to think about how embarrassed he is, so he’s just yours.
“‘Cause it makes me act like this,” he mumbles.
“Awh,” You gently rub his cheek with your thumb before pushing it softly against his lip. Megumi makes a soft noise, pushing his hips up again as you caress his bottom lip with your thumb. “Open,” you whisper, and his mouth falls open without a second thought, his eyes fluttering shut. “Thaat’s it,” you coo at him, pressing down against his tongue.
Megumi lets out a filthy moan around your finger, his mouth closing around it as he starts to suck. “Pwease,” he whines around your finger, watery eyes meeting yours.
“Please what, baby?” You coo, slipping a second finger in. As soon as Megumi tries to answer, you push your fingers back into his throat, making him gag. He looks at you with wide eyes, moaning again around your fingers, trying again to answer but it’s unintelligible.
Taking pity on him, you pull your fingers out of his mouth, causing drool to spill out around them. “Please touch me,” he gasps as soon as your fingers have passed his lips on the way out.
“Okay love,” you rub the wetness from his mouth between your fingers on each hand before you bring them down to his nipples again, rubbing over both of them at the same time.
“Nghh–” Megumi jolts, arching his chest up into your fingers. “N-not there–” he pants, unsure whether to squirm away from your fingers or up into them. They’re so sensitive, he can’t even tell if it feels good or if it’s too much.
“So pretty,” you marvel, completely enamoured by his reactions, never having seen him this squirmy and sensitive before.
“Fuck, it’s too much–” he grits out, pushing his hips up harder as you alternate between pinching and circling his sensitive nipples. “Please!”
“Please what? I’m touching you, Megs. What’re you whining about?”
Megumi drops his head again, whining harder, feeling overwhelmed, unused to having so much stimulation there. He knew his nipples were sensitive because he feels it whenever he takes his shirt on or off. He’s tried touching them once or twice while jerking off, too, but quickly decided it was too much and stopped. He’s never experienced anything like the way you’re touching them now, and at this point, he doesn’t even have the ability to process whether it’s too much or not because his cock is so hard.
“N-not there,” he whines again, registering the embarrassment of his request in the back of his mind but feeling too desperate to pay it any mind, knowing exactly what you want him to say. “Please...can you touch my cock?”
Normally, asking nicely works perfectly for Megumi, as you have trouble denying him anything when he’s like this. But this time, you just smirk at him, making his blood run cold.
“Aw, but you’re doing so good for me, ‘Gumi! Don’t you wanna see if you can cum like this?”
Megumi shakes his head frantically, continuing to push his hips up against the air.
“No, no…Please, I can’t. It’s not enough!”
“But you just said it was too much?” You tilt your head at him innocently, flicking his nipples faster under your thumbs. “Which one is it, ‘Gumi?”
“I–I–shit…ngh…” Megumi fumbles around for something to grab onto, settling on your thighs. You giggle at him, letting him white-knuckle your thighs, seemingly unaffected by this whole display.
“Look, Megs, you’re leaking so much,” you take one hand off his nipple, bringing it down to hover over his cock, smiling at the sizable wet spot that’s formed, emphasizing where his tip is straining against the fabric. Thinking you’re finally going to touch him, Megumi’s head shoots up, eyes wide and frantic.
“Please, please. Please.”
“Shhhhh,” you ghost the backs of your index and middle fingers over the wet spot in his boxers, petting it softly like you would with a scared animal, trying to coax it into trusting you. Megumi almost chokes on the moan that rips from his throat, his cock jumping up to meet your fingers. “Relax, ‘Gumi. Relax.”
Megumi tries to be good, to keep his hips down, but he can’t stop his cock from twitching, nor can he stop himself from squirming under your other hand.
“C-Can’t–ngh,” he squirms harder, “Please!”
You pout at him, pulling your fingers away from his cock slowly, a small string of precum following them for the first inch before breaking. Megumi lets out a humiliated sob as the tiny bit of stimulation you gave him is ripped away, while you sink your teeth into your own lip, swallowing a moan at how wet he is.
“Megs, you can cum from this. You definitely can.”
“N-No,” he cries, shaking his head. “Can’t.”
“Are you close?”
Megumi sniffles harder, feeling his eyes burn with tears, wiping at his eyes in frustration before they even fall. “Y-Yeah,” he huffs, “b-but it’s not enough.”
You pout at him again, planting a soft kiss on his lips in pity, before kissing down his neck to his chest.
“Wait, no, I can’t–”
Megumi squeezes his eyes shut as you wrap your lips around his left nipple, still rubbing his right one under your finger. His brain freezes for a second before he lets out a debauched moan, hands flying to tangle in your hair without a second thought.
“Fuck!” he gasps for air, practically writhing underneath you, feeling the intense tingling from his nipples start to spread into his tummy. He’s rocking his hips up rhythmically into the small space between him and your stomach, stopping each thrust just when the fabric of his boxers ghosts against the fabric of your tank top.
You lower your other hand to rest on his waist, gently stroking the skin there, not minding that fact that he’s practically bucking you around like a mechanical bull given that he’s not actually grinding on anything. You alternate between lapping against his nipple with your tongue and sucking it between your lips, while you gently flick his right one under your finger.
Megumi feels the knot start to tighten in his lower stomach, subconsciously mirroring it in the way his hands tighten in your hair. He moans your name, sounding panicked. “Shit, shit. Feels weird. I needa cum–please–”
You hum against his nipple, pulling away for a moment to whisper “Go ahead, Megs, you can cum.”
“Ca-an’t,” he cries, thrashing under you, “not enough, ahh–n-need more–”
“Okay, then don’t,” You smirk against him, not stopping your ministrations.
“Please,” Megumi has given up on trying to stop himself from fully crying at this point. “Please, I–need to cum so bad,”
“Then do it,” you whisper again.
Megumi groans, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to focus on the feeling building in his stomach. He feels his muscles starting to tense, and his balls starting to tighten. He gasps as his hips stutter into the air, pulling you closer against his chest. “Shit shit–I’m gonna–”
“C’mon, kitty, you can do it,” you whisper, before biting his nipple between your teeth.
Megumi’s whole body goes taught, his toes curling, and for a moment, he’s completely silent, sound caught in his throat. Then he lets out a delicious moan, cock jumping as he shoots white ropes into his boxers.
“O-Ohmygod,” Megumi pants, feeling his vision go spotty as he successfully cums untouched, holding your head against his chest like a lifeline as he curls in on himself.
After about thirty seconds, Megumi lets out a harsh breath, and you feel him go slack underneath you, slumping against the couch. You plant one last kiss against his overstimulated nipple before pulling your head away from his chest to get a good look at him. You feel yourself throb at the sight.
Megumi is sprawled against the back of the couch, head tilted back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows harshly between ragged breaths. His hair is slightly matted with sweat, and his entire body is dewy and flushed. His cock is still twitching periodically, along with his stomach and chest muscles, from the aftershocks of his orgasm – especially from how intensely he had to tighten them to cum untouched. The wet spot on his boxers has tripled in size, some of his cum having gone through the fabric completely, the thick, white substance contrasting the dark, wet fabric of his boxers, only serving to further emphasize the picture of his fucked out state.
Finally, your gaze makes its way up to his eyes, which are glassed over, staring at the ceiling, looking like not a single thought is behind them. You gently trace the backs of your fingers over Megumi’s tummy, watching his abs tense and relax at your touch, before gently cupping his cheek again. You rise to your knees, still straddling him, hanging your head over his to look at him.
“Hey,” you whisper, kissing the tip of his nose. “You doin’ okay?”
You watch as Megumi’s eyes lose their haze and focus on yours, and for a second, you’re unable to read his expression. Then, he lets out a breathy laugh, shutting his eyes again.
“My god,” he groans. “I can’t believe that worked. Why did I let you do that to me?”
You giggle, relieved that he's doing okay, and press a kiss against his lips, which he returns eagerly, bringing his arms up to wrap around your waist.
“Because you love me," you grin at him.
“Yeah, I do, yet look how you treat me” he whispers against your lips, still smiling. “You’re evil.”
“Oh come on, Megs, you’re such a baby. You did such a good job! Didn’t I tell you you could do it? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Megumi blushes, rubbing his face against yours like a cat. “Yeah, easy for you to say. I’m gonna be flinching when I take my shirt off for the next week.”
You smile against his face before pinching his nipple one more time, making him yelp.
“That’s what you get for keeping this secret from me for so long~”
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ yum! i love megumi! i love nipples! long(ish) buildup sorry i like a little plot w my p0rn :p looks like i'm gonna be 3 days behind on all of kinktober, my bad, enjoy.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
“C’mon, Megumiiii~” you whine, prodding at his shoulder for emphasis, “you’re being such a little grump.”
“I’m not–I–what? I’m not a grump,” Megumi glares at you, not helping to disprove your statement. “I’m just telling you it’s not gonna work, so there’s no point in trying.”
The two of you are currently sprawled out on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment. It’s a lazy Sunday, it’s early September, and it’s still hot out – meaning you’re in nothing but a tank top and sleep shorts, and Megumi is in nothing but a pair of dark plaid boxers. His whole chest is out, and you haven’t been able to stop staring.
Megumi is lean but somewhat toned, his muscles only subtly visible under his pale skin when he’s relaxed. He’s beautiful all over, but the one thing really holding your attention captive is his nipples. They’re so pretty and pink, just sitting there on the gentle swell of his pecs – and you don’t think he’s ever let you touch them.
About five minutes ago, you interrupted the show you two were watching with the out-of-pocket comment, “did you know that some guys can cum from just their nipples?”
Megumi had instantly stiffened up, turning to look at you with an eyebrow raised. “Okay? Where did that come from?”
“I don’t know, I just thought it was interesting.” You shrugged innocently. “Did you know that?”
Megumi had looked at you skeptically for a moment longer before turning back towards the TV.
“No,” he grumbled.
“Gosh, Megumi, you already sound annoyed! I didn’t even suggest anything.”
“No, but you’re gonna, aren’t you? You never just think something’s interesting. Just go ahead, say it.”
You laughed at him, pushing at his shoulder for his attitude. “Well, you’re a guy…and you have nipples.”
There it is, Megumi thought.
“No.”
Megumi shook his head. You considered leaving the subject alone with how quick his answer was, but the noticeable blush that had crept onto his cheeks made you want to keep pushing a bit.
“No? You don’t have nipples? Or you’re not a guy?”
“No, I do–I am. But I’m not…” Megumi flushed harder, clearing his throat. “...Not gonna try whatever you’re implying.”
After a few minutes of back-and-forth, you had managed to convince Megumi to watch a video from your Twitter feed of a girl making a guy cum from his nipples, Megumi’s curiosity winning over his resistance.
He watched the entire thing with a skeptical, almost judgemental look on his face, but you didn’t miss the way it made him squirm in his seat, or the way his cheeks got noticeably redder.
However, even after the video proved you right, Megumi still didn’t seem any more willing to let you touch his nipples.
This is what led to your current conversation that’s got Megumi’s feathers so ruffled.
“Okay, but how do you know it won’t work if you’ve never tried it?” You tilt your head at him, smirking playfully.
“Because. I just…I know. It won’t work. It's not really gonna feel like anything, and you'll be disappointed."
“Okay, fine, how about this,” you decide to try a new approach, “you don’t even have to think about cumming from it. Forget that idea. I just wanna touch them.”
Megumi whines, his hands covering his face before he pushes them upwards to run through his hair, looking stressed. “Why do you wanna touch them so badly? They’re just nipples.”
“Because they’re so cute! Plus I think they’re the only part of you that I’ve never touched, and that’s kind of evil if you think about it.”
Megumi covers his face again at this, mumbling something unintelligible.
You drop your head on his shoulder dramatically. “Ahhh, you’re so mean, Megumiii~ I let you touch my boobs all the time… you hate meee…”
“What? Come on, I love you, I just–” Megumi pauses as he processes your implication. “They’re not boobs.”
“Close enough,” you mumble, deciding again to redirect your approach.
Turning your body into Megumi’s, still leaning on his shoulder, you throw your left leg over his thigh and place your left hand on his tummy, starting to draw gentle circles into his skin. Megumi sucks in a sharp breath, and you lean into his neck, placing a kiss right under his ear.
Megumi stiffens up, but he doesn’t protest as your hand slowly makes its way up to his chest. You’re close enough to him that you can hear his breathing picking up. You can feel his pulse quickening as you gently press kisses into the side of his neck.
Megumi lets out a soft whine as you suck gently on his pulse point, shifting his hips uncomfortably. He whispers your name almost anxiously, his left hand grabbing at your thigh to ground himself.
“C’mon, they’re right there,” you whisper to him, tracing your middle finger in a circle around his nipple, deliberately avoiding touching it. “Can I touch them just a little? Please?”
You can feel his resolve crumbling. As soon as he whispers out a shaky “okay,” Megumi can feel your sly smile growing against his neck.
You press another kiss below his ear, whispering “that’s my good boy,” and dragging the pad of your finger over his left nipple, gently rubbing it in a circle.
You don’t know exactly what level of reaction you were expecting, but your hopes certainly weren’t this high.
Megumi jerks, letting out a sharp whine, his fingers digging into your thigh. You pull your head out of his neck in surprise, watching as his dick twitches visibly in his boxers. You look at him, an eyebrow raised in pleasant astonishment, and he can only meet your eyes for a second before he drops his head against the backboard of the sofa with a shaky moan, his eyes fluttering shut.
“My god, Megs…” you mumble, eyes lit up in excitement as you sit up straighter, hand drifting over to his other nipple. Again, he jerks sharply, whining, his right hand gripping the blanket on the sofa. As the soft pad of your finger circles this one, Megumi starts to push his hips up against the air, his cock now straining against the fabric of his boxers.
“Ugh, I–fuck-” Megumi curses under his breath, trying to stop himself from squirming.
Feeling elated from his positive reaction, you bring yourself to straddle him, purposely sitting far enough down on his thighs that you aren’t making contact with his dick.
“Hey,” You bring your right hand to gently tap at his cheek, prompting him to open his eyes. “Look at me,” you whisper. Megumi feels dizzy from the way your other hand is still circling his nipple, sending sparks through his body, but he forces himself to raise his head up. “Did you know they were this sensitive?”
Megumi lowers his head, feeling his cheeks flush impossibly warmer. “Maybe,” he mutters.
“How is this the first time I’m finding out?” You don’t sound mad. More like you’re in awe and genuine confusion. Megumi lowers his eyes, unable to meet yours with the way you’re looking at him so hungrily, like you just found a new toy, and you’re planning to play with it until it breaks.
But he can’t stop himself from pushing his hips up, wishing that you would scooch a couple inches higher so your weight would be on his dick. Ignoring your question, Megumi decides to lift his knees so you fall further forward onto him. Realizing what he’s trying to do, you stabilize yourself on his chest, before pinching his nipple hard. “Stop that. Answer me.”
Megumi whines loudly at the feeling, his whole body tensing up, and a strong shiver runs down his spine. He drops his knees, but his hips continue to rock upwards involuntarily. “Fuck–please, I…it’s too much,”
You stop pinching his nipple, rubbing it gently in apology, and Megumi lets out a shaky breath punctuated by a soft whimpery noise that you don’t think you’ve ever heard come out of him. The corner of your mouth turns upwards as you let your eyes settle on his cock, now fully hard in his underwear, the whole outline clearly visible, twitching painfully every few seconds. You stare at it until Megumi squirms, pushing his hips up at you again, before you raise your eyes back up to meet his. “Answer my question.”
Megumi drops his head in shame, his chest rising and falling as he pants. “Don’t know. I was embarrassed.”
“Aww. Why were you embarrassed, ‘Gumi?” You take his face in your hands, and he looks up at you, cheeks burning, still with a bit of reluctance on his face. But you see how his eyes are starting to glaze over, how he’s looking at you like he wants you to take control; to rip away his last remnants of inhibition, so he doesn’t have to think about how embarrassed he is, so he’s just yours.
“‘Cause it makes me act like this,” he mumbles.
“Awh,” You gently rub his cheek with your thumb before pushing it softly against his lip. Megumi makes a soft noise, pushing his hips up again as you caress his bottom lip with your thumb. “Open,” you whisper, and his mouth falls open without a second thought, his eyes fluttering shut. “Thaat’s it,” you coo at him, pressing down against his tongue.
Megumi lets out a filthy moan around your finger, his mouth closing around it as he starts to suck. “Pwease,” he whines around your finger, watery eyes meeting yours.
“Please what, baby?” You coo, slipping a second finger in. As soon as Megumi tries to answer, you push your fingers back into his throat, making him gag. He looks at you with wide eyes, moaning again around your fingers, trying again to answer but it’s unintelligible.
Taking pity on him, you pull your fingers out of his mouth, causing drool to spill out around them. “Please touch me,” he gasps as soon as your fingers have passed his lips on the way out.
“Okay love,” you rub the wetness from his mouth between your fingers on each hand before you bring them down to his nipples again, rubbing over both of them at the same time.
“Nghh–” Megumi jolts, arching his chest up into your fingers. “N-not there–” he pants, unsure whether to squirm away from your fingers or up into them. They’re so sensitive, he can’t even tell if it feels good or if it’s too much.
“So pretty,” you marvel, completely enamoured by his reactions, never having seen him this squirmy and sensitive before.
“Fuck, it’s too much–” he grits out, pushing his hips up harder as you alternate between pinching and circling his sensitive nipples. “Please!”
“Please what? I’m touching you, Megs. What’re you whining about?”
Megumi drops his head again, whining harder, feeling overwhelmed, unused to having so much stimulation there. He knew his nipples were sensitive because he feels it whenever he takes his shirt on or off. He’s tried touching them once or twice while jerking off, too, but quickly decided it was too much and stopped. He’s never experienced anything like the way you’re touching them now, and at this point, he doesn’t even have the ability to process whether it’s too much or not because his cock is so hard.
“N-not there,” he whines again, registering the embarrassment of his request in the back of his mind but feeling too desperate to pay it any mind, knowing exactly what you want him to say. “Please...can you touch my cock?”
Normally, asking nicely works perfectly for Megumi, as you have trouble denying him anything when he’s like this. But this time, you just smirk at him, making his blood run cold.
“Aw, but you’re doing so good for me, ‘Gumi! Don’t you wanna see if you can cum like this?”
Megumi shakes his head frantically, continuing to push his hips up against the air.
“No, no…Please, I can’t. It’s not enough!”
“But you just said it was too much?” You tilt your head at him innocently, flicking his nipples faster under your thumbs. “Which one is it, ‘Gumi?”
“I–I–shit…ngh…” Megumi fumbles around for something to grab onto, settling on your thighs. You giggle at him, letting him white-knuckle your thighs, seemingly unaffected by this whole display.
“Look, Megs, you’re leaking so much,” you take one hand off his nipple, bringing it down to hover over his cock, smiling at the sizable wet spot that’s formed, emphasizing where his tip is straining against the fabric. Thinking you’re finally going to touch him, Megumi’s head shoots up, eyes wide and frantic.
“Please, please. Please.”
“Shhhhh,” you ghost the backs of your index and middle fingers over the wet spot in his boxers, petting it softly like you would with a scared animal, trying to coax it into trusting you. Megumi almost chokes on the moan that rips from his throat, his cock jumping up to meet your fingers. “Relax, ‘Gumi. Relax.”
Megumi tries to be good, to keep his hips down, but he can’t stop his cock from twitching, nor can he stop himself from squirming under your other hand.
“C-Can’t–ngh,” he squirms harder, “Please!”
You pout at him, pulling your fingers away from his cock slowly, a small string of precum following them for the first inch before breaking. Megumi lets out a humiliated sob as the tiny bit of stimulation you gave him is ripped away, while you sink your teeth into your own lip, swallowing a moan at how wet he is.
“Megs, you can cum from this. You definitely can.”
“N-No,” he cries, shaking his head. “Can’t.”
“Are you close?”
Megumi sniffles harder, feeling his eyes burn with tears, wiping at his eyes in frustration before they even fall. “Y-Yeah,” he huffs, “b-but it’s not enough.”
You pout at him again, planting a soft kiss on his lips in pity, before kissing down his neck to his chest.
“Wait, no, I can’t–”
Megumi squeezes his eyes shut as you wrap your lips around his left nipple, still rubbing his right one under your finger. His brain freezes for a second before he lets out a debauched moan, hands flying to tangle in your hair without a second thought.
“Fuck!” he gasps for air, practically writhing underneath you, feeling the intense tingling from his nipples start to spread into his tummy. He’s rocking his hips up rhythmically into the small space between him and your stomach, stopping each thrust just when the fabric of his boxers ghosts against the fabric of your tank top.
You lower your other hand to rest on his waist, gently stroking the skin there, not minding that fact that he’s practically bucking you around like a mechanical bull given that he’s not actually grinding on anything. You alternate between lapping against his nipple with your tongue and sucking it between your lips, while you gently flick his right one under your finger.
Megumi feels the knot start to tighten in his lower stomach, subconsciously mirroring it in the way his hands tighten in your hair. He moans your name, sounding panicked. “Shit, shit. Feels weird. I needa cum–please–”
You hum against his nipple, pulling away for a moment to whisper “Go ahead, Megs, you can cum.”
“Ca-an’t,” he cries, thrashing under you, “not enough, ahh–n-need more–”
“Okay, then don’t,” You smirk against him, not stopping your ministrations.
“Please,” Megumi has given up on trying to stop himself from fully crying at this point. “Please, I–need to cum so bad,”
“Then do it,” you whisper again.
Megumi groans, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to focus on the feeling building in his stomach. He feels his muscles starting to tense, and his balls starting to tighten. He gasps as his hips stutter into the air, pulling you closer against his chest. “Shit shit–I’m gonna–”
“C’mon, kitty, you can do it,” you whisper, before biting his nipple between your teeth.
Megumi’s whole body goes taught, his toes curling, and for a moment, he’s completely silent, sound caught in his throat. Then he lets out a delicious moan, cock jumping as he shoots white ropes into his boxers.
“O-Ohmygod,” Megumi pants, feeling his vision go spotty as he successfully cums untouched, holding your head against his chest like a lifeline as he curls in on himself.
After about thirty seconds, Megumi lets out a harsh breath, and you feel him go slack underneath you, slumping against the couch. You plant one last kiss against his overstimulated nipple before pulling your head away from his chest to get a good look at him. You feel yourself throb at the sight.
Megumi is sprawled against the back of the couch, head tilted back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows harshly between ragged breaths. His hair is slightly matted with sweat, and his entire body is dewy and flushed. His cock is still twitching periodically, along with his stomach and chest muscles, from the aftershocks of his orgasm – especially from how intensely he had to tighten them to cum untouched. The wet spot on his boxers has tripled in size, some of his cum having gone through the fabric completely, the thick, white substance contrasting the dark, wet fabric of his boxers, only serving to further emphasize the picture of his fucked out state.
Finally, your gaze makes its way up to his eyes, which are glassed over, staring at the ceiling, looking like not a single thought is behind them. You gently trace the backs of your fingers over Megumi’s tummy, watching his abs tense and relax at your touch, before gently cupping his cheek again. You rise to your knees, still straddling him, hanging your head over his to look at him.
“Hey,” you whisper, kissing the tip of his nose. “You doin’ okay?”
You watch as Megumi’s eyes lose their haze and focus on yours, and for a second, you’re unable to read his expression. Then, he lets out a breathy laugh, shutting his eyes again.
“My god,” he groans. “I can’t believe that worked. Why did I let you do that to me?”
You giggle, relieved that he's doing okay, and press a kiss against his lips, which he returns eagerly, bringing his arms up to wrap around your waist.
“Because you love me," you grin at him.
“Yeah, I do, yet look how you treat me” he whispers against your lips, still smiling. “You’re evil.”
“Oh come on, Megs, you’re such a baby. You did such a good job! Didn’t I tell you you could do it? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Megumi blushes, rubbing his face against yours like a cat. “Yeah, easy for you to say. I’m gonna be flinching when I take my shirt off for the next week.”
You smile against his face before pinching his nipple one more time, making him yelp.
“That’s what you get for keeping this secret from me for so long~”
Long day at work. As the vice captain of the Knights of the Favonius, Lohen always had work piled in front of him, leaving him barely any time to relax. Varka was currently at Nod-Krai, which meant there was double the work for Lohen.
He groaned as he sorted through his papers one by one, cursing Varka under his breath for every paper he had to do.
Fuck there are shit loads of work today, Lohen thought to himself.
After hours of cursing to himself and completing work, Lohen managed to get around two thirds of his work done before texting you. He eagerly grabbed out his phone and frantically texted you.
Lohen: Hey babe watchu doin~
You went online instantly, afterall, who can’t resist texting their super sexy boyfriend.
You: Nothing much <3 No customer rn probs cuz its near midnight :P
You had a cat tail’s shift from 6pm-12:30pm, Lohen usually got home much earlier than you, considering that Jean usually does lots of the work.
Today was different, Jean got whisked away to help out with Stormterror’s problem with the traveller, that tone deaf bard and the owner of the Dawn Winery/Angel Share Tavern. Not only that, Varka was away too, not that he usually helped with work anyways.
Lohen: I just finished today’s share of work, heading back home now! See you later my love <3
You reacted to his text with a heart and went back to working, meanwhile, Lohen got home at around 11:30.
He checked his phone and saw that you had sent an image, he clicked into it and clicked his tongue. You had taken a picture of yourself from the bird’s eye view, not showing your face.
Your shoulders and collarbones were covered with little fabric, and he’s 90% sure you pulled your top down a little to reveal your cleavage. You in fact had pulled it down a little to add more spice.
He immediately found himself growing harder each second as he stared more at the picture, he clenched his teeth and paced around the room.
It wouldn’t be 45 minutes until you came home, usually he could wait, but he was extra horny tonight and decided maybe edging himself for once wouldn’t be the worst option.
Laying in your shared bed, Lohen slipped his hands into his boxers and wrapped his hand around his cock. He stroked slowly at first and then went faster after thinking of you. He was moaning your name shamelessly, feeling his orgasm coming closer and closer.
With one final stroke, his eyes rolled back as his fluids flowed onto the bed.
—
After a long shift at the cat tail you were extremely eager to finally get back home and relax. You had sent Lohen a pretty suggestive picture earlier and he left you on read, how depressing
What could he possibly be doing that he can’t reply to your message?
On the way back home, you thought of millions of possibilities of why he did not reply, and your thoughts were answered when you got home.
You tiptoed into the house, planning to surprise your
probably half asleep boyfriend when you heard whimpering and moaning.
What the fuck….
He could not possibly be cheating. Right?
You quietly pushed open the door to see your boyfriend gasping and moaning loudly with a vibrator in his ass
“So that’s why he didn’t reply to meI” you thought to yourself.
“(N-name)~ please♡ deeper~” You watch in amusement as he fucked himself with the vibrator. You found it extremely cute that he was thinking of you while getting his ass filled up.
You stood at the door watching for a solid minute before making a noise, indicating that you were right here, watching him please himself.
His face went through several different expressions after seeing you.
Shock, embarrassment, guilt, and finally, amusement and smugness.
“So–nghh— how long have you been w-watching?” He asked as the vibrator continued to buzz against his hole, causing him to moan in between his sentences.
“Long enough to see what you’ve been doing” You said, smiling darkly.
Lohen moved his hands down to turn off the vibrator, that’s when you snatched the vibrator remote and turned it up the highest.
“Nope! You’re getting your punishment~” You teased.
The vibrator was now at its highest setting, vibrating on Lohen’s cock at full speed. While he is distracted you tie both of his arms above his head onto the bed.
“Aghh~ Nghh~ please~~ turn it off~♡” He begged. Nor you or the vibrator was showing the slightest mercy, having him being wrecked to pieces.
“Ahh~ I’m gonna cum!” He looked at you, seeking permission. That’s when you lowered the vibrator, not off, but to a slight buzz.
Lohen almost screamed in agony, thrusting his hips upwards trying to chase the ruined orgasm.
“What was that for?” He glared at you, clearly ready to pin you down and fuck you ‘till you cry, but the rope stopped him.
“Can’t have you become undone from the vibrator~” You teased as your hand moved to give his cock a squeeze”
“How about a bet? I bet I can make you beg for me to let you cum, crying because you can’t orgasm” You leaned down to his view, waiting for a response.
“What if I don’t?” He bit back, testing the waters.
“Oh honey…you will.”
You grabbed his cock, pumping it up and down, swiping the tip occasionally as drool went down Lohen’s mouth. He moaned carelessly as you jerked him off, edging him close.
HeisgonnacumHeisgonnacumHeisgonnacumHeisgonnacum—
You stopped right as his orgasm was going to come, making Lohen frustrated.
“Come on!” He whined
“You know what you need to do if you wanna cum….”
He mumbled something as his eyes darted away from your gaze
“I didn’t hear that~” You taunted.
“Oh my god please (name) let me cum, please!” He said in frustration.
“Good boy~”
You jerked him off faster as your hands reached for his rosy nipples. You pinched one and he arched his back as he whined. Your thumb flicked over the tip going faster and faster each swipe. Lohen’s orgasm builded up embarrassingly fast as he moaned your name and released right into your hand.
He laid there, still gasping for air as you untied him.
“So did you have fu–” You were cut off by Lohen pinning you onto the bed, tying you up just like you had tied him.
He carefully stripped off your panties to find you completely soaked already.
“Now lets see how much you can take, you brat” He said with a smug smile, shoving the vibrator up your pussy.
After La Signora’s death, you were recruited by the Tsaritsa to replace La Signora. Today was the first meeting of the fatui harbingers and you finally got to meet all the harbingers. You walked in, sat on your spot and waited for Tsaritsa to come.
While waiting, you looked around trying to get familiar with the surroundings and a few fatui harbingers started walking in.
A few of them were quite noticeably hot like the ginger dude with the cocky grin, the woman with white hair and black streaks plus this short guy with dark violet hair. None of them were exactly your type but still quite hot.
You yawned and waited quite impatiently when suddenly the hot ginger dude walked up.
“Hey there comerade, you’re replacing Signora eh?” He sits besides you and starts a conversation just like that. “My name’s Tartaglia, but my codename here is Childe.”
“Oh uhm, yea.” You looked at him awkwardly. How can someone be in such a serious organisation and still be so extroverted? “I’m (name)”
“Mhmm, such a nice name.” He said, eyeing you down and you shifted awkwardly.
“Hmm yea.” You replied. There was about 5 seconds of awkward silence when a sharp, cool and collected voice broke the silence.
“Childe, let the newbie breathe. Stop pestering them” A tall guy with cyan hair entered the room, looking extremely composed and calm.
Holy shit
This man was exactly your type, tall, cool and composed, looks tough, but seems like can be ruined with a few touches.
Oh shit what were you thinking.
You literally just got a new job, and now you’re fantasising about a workmate you barely even got to know yet? Great job.
“Get a life would you Dottore, I’m simply getting to know our new colleague” Childe said with the fakest innocent face ever.
“Well I’m sure our new colleague here is enjoying it” Dottore smiled coldly, as he turned away to sit somewhere else.
After the meeting, Tsaritsa dismissed all the harbingers and each harbinger went their own way.
As a new member, you naturally walked around the fatui headquarters to explore. Before joining the fatui, you had heard about a ‘doctor’ who loved experimenting on everything. You had wanted to check it out, but then again, you wanted to see the hot guy from earlier.
Footsteps echoed in the corridors as you walked past room by room, check a few to see if there was a doctor or perhaps the hot guy named ‘Dottore’ from earlier.
After 20 or so minutes of exploring, you had finally found a room that had people in it—and to your surprise, it was Dottore in it.
You curiously peeked your head in the room to see him working on a machine, smiling at you as he saw you.
“Why is it our new colleague, why don’t you come in to check out my work?” He invited you inside, so naturally, you went in.
“What’s this?” You asked curiously.
“Ah. Since we’re workmates and you don’t seem like danger I’ll tell you—I’m creating a god”
“A….God?” You asked in awe.
“Yes yes…I’ve already got the mechanics ready now I’m just designing the God, which I’m now thinking you could perhaps help with.”
You had always enjoyed arts in various ways, in fact, you were a Liyue Adeptus whose powers were based on art, so you agreed to help him.
—-
Weeks went by and you have visited and helped Dottore many times. During these periods, you have noticed strange things.
He would ‘borrow’ fatui agents and experiment on them without consent, sometimes killing them in the process.
Like the other day he took a fatui agent, experimented his new medicine on the fatui agent that cause them to be extremely unhealthy.
You had questioned him a few times and he brushed it off each time.
After seeing another experiment, you finally confronted him seriously.
“Okay, why do you keep doing this.” You looked at him sternly, hoping for a good reason.
“It isn’t any of your concern, (name)” He brushed you off again, just like the previous times.
“This isn’t respecting the human life, some of them died and most of them may die.”
“Just stop bothering me, (name). I experimented on you and you were fine.”
“You WHAT?” You exploded.
“Relax, it was just some stronger pain killers I had created recently, nothing too big”
Oh you were done. He secretly drugged you? Too can play that game.
You had pretended to forgive him about the experiment, but in reality, you were just pretending.
Dottore always gets water, leaves it in his office unattended and goes back to drinking it later. While he wasn’t looking, you slipped some aphrodisiacs in his drink and waited.
Sure enough, after like 20 minutes he took a few sips from the cup, not too much, but definitely enough to work.
10 minutes later, you can see the poor doctor squirming and going red from the aphrodisiacs, trying to hide the fact he’s becoming aroused.
A few minutes later he couldn’t take it anymore, and rushed to his room, leaving his work behind.
You followed him and listened by the door. You can hear him panting and trying to hide his moans, surely he was masturbating.
You knocked on the door softly, hearing him knocking something over, followed with a curse and a zip of a pants before Dottore opens the door.
“Need anything?” He sounded nonchalant but his face was red, he was sweating and there was an extremely obvious bulge in his pants.
“Hmmm…the aphrodisiacs worked faster than I expected…Impressive” You looked at him all smug and evil.
His eye widens at the word “aphrodisiacs” and looks at you confused.
“You….drugged my drink?”
“You literally can’t say much, you did the same literally a week ago.” You rolled your eyes at him.
He looked down, now clearly guilty and afraid of what is going to come next.
“So…want me to take care of that?” You said, eyeing at his bulge.
There was a silence for a long time before Dottore quietly muttered a “yes”.
You pushed him back into his room, shutting and locking his door with a soft ‘click’, then pushing him down on his bed.
“Since you drugged me earlier, I dunno if I should please you…” You teased as you gently palmed his cock.
He gasped and quickly said “No” before you rubbed his cock with more force.
“Well if you beg like a good boy maybe I will.” You looked at him with pure evilness as he whined,
“Please…make me come”
“I couldn’t hear…..”
“PLEASE” Dottore practically screamed with frustration.
“I will, but since you like experimenting so much, let's see if I can make you cum another way.”
You pulled out your brush and softly brushed it at his ear, causing him to jump. The brush flicked at his ear for a bit before you traced it along his sensitive neck, making him moan in pleasure.
You unbutton his shirt and twirl the brush on his red and hard nipples, using your left hand to pinch and play with the other one.
Dottore arched his back and moaned loudly as you continued to toy and fiddle with his nipples, feeling his orgasm getting closer and closer.
“No way, you’re gonna cum just from this? Pathetic.” You said as you rolled his nipple between your fingers.
After hearing that Dottore’s eyes rolled back and arched his back with a loud moan before cumming in his pants.
He looked at you, drool coming out of his mouth looking extremely pathetic.
“Thank you…”
“Oh you think I’m done?”
You tied his arms above his head and then quickly pulled his pants down, seeing that both his pants and his boxers were soaked from cum.
You placed a silk blindfold on his eyes before hooking one of his legs on your shoulders. Being tied up and blindfolded was already arousing enough for him, but when you hooked one of his legs onto your shoulder and bit on his thighs, he got hard again.
After biting and sucking on his thighs it was full of red and purple marks, his cock was hard and leaking precum.
You took him by the hand and pumped up and down fast.
Dottore’s pants and gasps got more erotic each second, feeling his second orgasm coming soon, before you suddenly stopped.
“Why did you stop?? I was going to come, "he said frustratedly.
“I’m gonna have you cum in me” You said, licking your lips before taking off your pants and panties.
He got a full glance of you, already wet that you didn’t even need lube anymore. One full glance before you went right down, taking in his cock.
Dottore moaned and gasped, begging you to move faster. Hearing his begs, you went faster, bouncing up and down on his cock.
“(N-name), I’m gonna cu–” He was cut off by sudden pleasure and came faster than expected.
Feeling Dottore’s seed in you, you came too, leaving you two panting from the experience.
“That was amazi-” Dottore got suddenly cut off when you spread his legs and shoved 2 fingers up his hole.
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