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Am I wrong to think thick, muscular men also have thick cocks? Please tell me there’s science behind this.

Like… there’s no way someone like Yhwach or Shunsui have dicks that are easy to wrap your hand around…. if you even can that is.

Your finger tips barely connect around his cock so you have to stroke it while twisting your wrist, trying your hardest to please him.

And it has hair.. I mean have y’all seen Shunsui and Yhwach?? The carpet match the drapes babes. And it’s coarse hair too, it tickles your tip of your nose as you take them fully into your mouth. And while you are there, be sure to get a nice smell of him, that masculine and all encompassing scent, you’d save it in an air freshener if you could. Maybe a portable one like a necklace or something, and smell it everytime you miss him… or when you need to touch yourself because he’s not there. Hey….. the Quincy king and captain commander aren’t always available!

And idk about you guys but the idea of just looking at his cock, pressing his warm penis up to your face, whether he’s hard or soft and just enjoying him. Trailing a fingernail up that prominent vein that runs from tip to where it gets lost in his pubic hair.

Sucking him off his nice and all but…. grabbing and lightly squeezing his heavy balls… omg. Heaven.

I mentioned early that his cock would be beautiful but not in the same way as someone like Byakuya or Gin’s. Those dicks are pretty, complimented by a nice light pink tip that flushes brightest red after you lick a little bit. However, Shunsui and Yhwach are thicker, tanner, and they drip sooo much more.

Like imagine pulling down his pants and seeing him already glistening with precum that occasionally drips down when it builds up too much. And his cum is just as thick as he is, spurting out in thick white ropes to paint your face, your tongue, your cervix, even your stomach at times.

And it’s always a monster to put in your mouth, it’s such a chore to make sure your teeth aren’t scraping him because his cock is just so big, and it’s almost impossible not to at first. And in the beginning you do…. a lot. But at least he isn’t mean.. he knows he’s big so he does cut you some slack, but he’s also sadistic enough that he loves watching you struggle to hollow your cheeks and suck him off correctly.

Coating the sides of his cock in wet kisses from tip, lifting his heavy dick up, and trailing down to his balls before licking those too.

It’s a beautiful fulfilling experience.

Omg thank you so much! This was kind of my mindset when writing that fic, like Sebastian has some real self control so how would he be around someone he can be his sadistic self with? Especially because Sebastian is so sadistic too, like not just physically either. Although he can hurt you he would also get off on breaking you down mentally intentionally or otherwise.

And I say intentionally because he can definitely purposefully hurt you with his words when he feels like it, you mess up and he’s there to remind you of “how you always do that” or “you’re so helpless” type thing. But he also just doesn’t hold his words anyways. He’s a demon, he cant understand human feelings or emotional landmines for you so he just says what he thinks with that classic closed eyed smile.

Of course the meaning or what he’s saying is not lost on him, he’s not an idiot but he also doesn’t understand why that’s so triggering for you.

And his perfectionism is ridiculous! You have to do things his way no matter what! And don’t let him get started if you can’t do it up to his standards. And he doesn’t care how much or how hard what he’s asking you to do may be. You just need to do it.

Like let’s say you work at the manor and he tells you do to do dust the book shelves. And you do, it’s hard because there are so many and the shelves aren’t small but you do it! But the rest of your day you’re worried, what if Sebastian thinks I didn’t try hard enough?? And for the rest of the day you don’t see Sebastian until the night time and by then you’ve practically worried yourself to death and then Sebastian says you did a fine job. Not good, not bad, but fine.

Make sure to study chapters 9-10, 13, and 14 in your Geography Book and come prepared to discuss your findings next class.

Yeah right, if only the reading was comprehensible! The paragraphs about climatology jumbled together before flying off the pages, toward different corners of your room.

You’d studied so hard that when you squinted your eyes, it didn’t provide you with a clearer look, but instead blurred further. Only when you blink rapidly would the fog temporarily dissipate from view. At this point, you were one eye rub away from convincing yourself that this was a visual impairment, not a school related mental breakdown.

And that wasn’t the worst of it, your hands had begun to cramp from gripping your highlighter or pen while you frantically tried to write to retain some of the knowledge. That’s when you knew things were going downhill.

And to the surprise of no one, that didn’t work.

What was once a well organized notebook was now filled with scribbles or yellow streaks— and occasionally tears— as you continued to hunch over your desk.

You were— are a good student. B average, nice scholarship, advanced placement, everything had been going nicely but a stupid geography had been your downfall.

You didn’t intend on doing anything related to the subject when you took the class, and you surely weren’t now that you had a taste of the stress, but you had signed up for the class with a bit of peer pressure from your friends.

It was easy they said, we’d see each other more they claimed. If you could go back in time, you would warn yourself that only the latter was true, and only for a while anyway.

The first day of class in the crowded auditorium, you’d secured a plush seat with your group of friends. You’d figure the class would be easy enough, you’d taken a handle full of history classes through high school and now college.It didn’t hurt that Professor Zhongli was easy on the eyes—and the ears. His deep, rumbling voice paired with sharp hazel eyes was enough to distract you. And then there was that long ponytail, somehow managing to look both professional and a little magical when it caught the light. Oh, and an empty ring finger.

Honestly, if the whole teaching thing didn’t work out for him, envisioning Zhongli as a model wasn’t hard.

Everything started out fine. The first quiz had been easy enough, based on the contents of the syllabus Mr Zhongli passed out on the first day of classes.

After that, the harder stuff started. Climatology, Geomorphology, Hydrology, every single horrific

topic, that you couldn’t comprehend. The first couple class days, you would joke around with your friends, listen to music, anything else but study in the designated time. Your teacher however, never said anything, never called on you to answer a question, read aloud, nothing. If you doubted before he knew your name, you were sure he didn’t know it now.

When the second test came around, you knew you’d made a grave mistake, not only by not taking the class seriously but actually signing up for the class in the first place. A fat F, circled in red ink, rested at the top of your paper. When your friends sports low to mid A’s and B’s, you knew something had to give. And apparently the solution was simpler than you’d thought, as written in neat handwriting below the F was a note.

Perhaps you should try sitting up front, away from potential distractions.

Maybe instead of blindly signing up for the class you should have looked his name up on ratemyprofessor, even now you wanted to leave a scathing review on his surprisingly perfect record.

The paper was promptly balled up and thrown into a small corner of your room, probably next to your syllabus.

How utterly ridiculous. If he could notice you getting distracted during his lecture, he could also realize that you had stopped talking to your friends in class a long time ago.

But that wasn’t the real problem anyways, and you knew it. His class was too hard. It was deadline after deadline after deadline, whether it be of assigned reading, essays, peer review, and God forbid you attempted the extra credit.

There was bonus work to boost your grade so

of course you didn’t expect the work to be easy but hard was a true gross understatement.

The directions were simple enough, do this, this, this, a little more of that, and this again. As expected of a college course, but how could you manage to do all of that if you couldn’t finish— let alone understand the work you were actually required to do.

Soon enough though, you tossed your pride aside and moved to the front of the class. And true to his advice, you had been able to comprehend more, not a lot more, but something was better than nothing.

And it seemed he noticed too, his eyes began to actually find yours in class and his smile seemed genuine too. A polite, encouraging grin that never ceased to make your efforts seem worth it.

The next test, however, reminded you of your standing in the class. A cursive D+ sat like a black hole on the front of your quiz packet. Progress like that was truly no progress at all.

If you hadn’t already wasted water crying during the test itself, you would have broken down when he returned the paper to you. Face down.

With the actual exam coming up, you knew you needed to see Mr Zhongli in person. Under no circumstances could you fail this class, even if it didn’t help you further your career you still couldn’t flunk it. Lest you want to lose your scholarship.

The bag crossed over your chest, felt extra heavy as you trekked to Zhongli’s office. Maybe it was the computer, or the spiral notebook, but most likely it was the 319 page Geography book buried somewhere inside it. The physical copy was paid for by your scholarship but the online copy was not and being the broke College student you were, it definitely was not affordable.

Your knuckles brushed against the oak door, below the golden name plate that read Dr Morax. The name seriously fit him, it sounded just as professional as he was.

After a firm come in you found yourself inside his medium sized office.

He gave you time to take in your surroundings, multiple diplomas of varying degrees and schools hung on the cream walls. The wooden desk that separated you two was an organized mess, numerous stacks of papers, some graded, some not. Other nicks nacks were neatly placed on the desk, the school mascot bobblehead, newton's cradle, a small wooden globe, the things usually expected to see on a teacher's desk. This room was definitely bigger than most professors work spaces than you had seen.

“Please take a seat,” Mr Zhongli motioned to one of the plush seats in front of his desk. His own position was relaxed as he leaned back in the chair, hands folded neatly on his lap, one of his long legs sat draped over another. His slim ponytail was draped over his white button down, so long that it almost reached down to the black slacks he wore.

“Nice of you to finally stop by.”

Now that felt underhanded. Your eyes snapped up to him ready to say something back, but the words died in your throat at his look. HIs gaze was half lidded while he sported a lopsided smile that bordered on a smirk.

“Finally?” You sank into the seat, dropping your satchel onto the hardwood floor beside you with a sigh.

“Oh yes, your grade in my class is far from satisfactory.” Zhongli’s grin became tight while he spoke. The once playful glint in his eyes was taken over by a serious demeanor. Professor Zhongli.

You shifted forward, crossing your own legs to mimic his attitude.

“Yes sir, I’m sure you figured that’s why I’m here,” your voice sounded a lot more pathetic than you expected it to. It reminded you of the one time in high school when you begged your PE teacher to let you skip the FitnessGram Pacer test.

Let’s just say the second worst grade you’ve ever gotten was gym.

“I do,” Zhongli drawled, he now placed his arms on the desk, one hand remaining still while another gripped a pencil, “but truly, I’m not sure there’s much I can do for you.”

That was not what you had wanted nor expected to hear and your face reflected that. The whole wide-eyed mouth open shabang.

Zhongli released a breathy laugh at your expression, "there's nothing I can do for you but I believe you could help yourself.”

The anger you felt at his first dig was now bubbling back up, with more force. How many times could someone slyly insult you in one sitting?

¨And how could I do that sir?” Zhongli matched your attitude, pushing himself fully under the desk. His expression remained pleasant though, a nice albeit thin smile stretched across his face.

¨You could start by actually paying attention in class.”

Really? Like you hadn't just moved your seat to sit in the front of the class, mind you, BY YOURSELF. And all he had to offer is that your focus was still waning, it was though, only because you had the sexiest teacher ever though. Not from lack of effort on your part, so it’s not like it was truly your fault to start with.

Zhongli patiently waited for you to begin a retort before cutting you off with a demeaning wave of his hand, ¨Yes, yes, you moved. Like you should have from the start, you don't get a high five for doing what is expected of you. What I’d like to know is why you still struggle in my class, it’s definitely not from lack of opportunity.”

¨I assign plenty of extra credit, so I’m assuming it's not that.” Zhongli’s eyes flickered down, no not to your hidden bust, but to an open planner on his desk, before they met yours again. ¨Perhaps you should consider dropping my class.”

That finally made you bristle, visibly too, your eyes widened again as you recoiled. His words might as well have physically struck you. Being a good student meant that most teachers never had to criticize you, let alone act so sharp. His Zhongli’s blunt statements hurt in a way only a prideful student like you could feel.

You needed to act unbothered and hopefully, get under his skin too. Fixing your face into something a bit more stoic you started again.

“Doesn’t it reflect badly on a Professor if they have failing students?” You found your nails to be more interesting than meeting Zhongli’s intense gaze, his eyes seemed alight from the fierce way he stared at you.

What you didn’t expect was a throaty laugh from him, that pulled you from your nail inspection.

“Students, yes. One singular student, not so much.”

Negotiations had definitely fallen through.

Outwitting people was something you were good at. One thing that hurts more than having your ego bruised is having it body slammed when you find out you're not as good at something as you believed yourself to be.

Reading your reaction Zhongli chuckled again, “oh dear, not the answer you wanted was it?”

Your eyes couldn’t lift from the floor now, but even that served as a constant reminder of the stage you were hoping to walk on. Before any of this happened.

Zhongli’s voice pierced the silence, “Well, I have some time to help you study now, is that fine with you?”

Really there was only one choice, but you contemplated both regardless. You needed his help to bring up your grade and hopefully pass the upcoming exam but also, you didn’t want him to belittle you any further.

Maybe you could study on your own. In high school you reviewed for biology tests using the Amoeba Sisters. Did they even have anything like that for geography though?

When you found the courage to meet Zhongli’s eyes again, now lounging in his chair with his hands braced behind his head. Your ears tinted pink when you saw his lips, still in a smirk but not as wide.

Maybe you could deal with his taunting for an hour or two. For your grade of course! Not because he was gorgeous or anything. Although it helped.

“Fine,” decided to lighten the mood a bit you added, “hopefully you’re better at this than in class.”

Zhongli let out a breathy laugh while he leaned further back in his chair to glance at the clock. “Perhaps, though you may find my teaching methods unconventional.”

“Oh?” You dug into your satchel to find your textbook, “how so?”

Zhongli crossed his arms in front of himself before releasing a thoughtful groan, one that had your pupils blow open a fraction wider. “How about I quiz you, and for each question you get wrong..”

His gaze flickered from the sky of contemplation to you, “I could use a more… tactical approach. Like consequence and reward.”

As his smirk seemed to stretch, the air in the office became heavier. You blinked, believing you were imagining his suggestive voice.

“Consequence?” It’s not like your grade could get much lower so what could he do to harm you?

The pause that followed was thick with unspoken meaning, you didn’t dare move either. You were frozen in the plush chair, pinned by Zhongli’s half lidded stare.

“For each wrong answer, I could bend you over my knee and spank you.”

You blinked, then blinked again. Did he really just say that so calmly? Like he asked you to make a batch of flashcards. Heat rose to your already rosey cheeks, and you quickly looked away, feeling your heartbeat just a bit faster.

“You can’t be serious!”

“What’s wrong with that? It’s a straightforward form of discipline, it may even work on you.” The way he said the word you sent a chill down your spine. The word felt heavier, like he was implying that even someone of your caliber could understand.

You swallowed, hard. But you didn’t stand up from the chair, nor did you threaten to report him. Instead you stayed seated and actually considered his suggestion.

“What if I get the answers right?”

You seemed to be endless entertainment to Zhongli as he laughed again before retorting, “as unlikely as that maybe, we can come up with a suitable reward if that happened.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears as you completely ignored the ruder side of this comment.

Zhongli leaned in slightly as he gestured to the study materials laid out on his desk, “shall we begin? Or are you not going to be attentive enough again?”

He was challenging you, skillfully he goaded you

into playing his game, to participate in something where you both knew you were likely to lose. Maybe it was the lack of sleep that caused you to act so desperate. If you told on him now, you could probably drop the class without it being on your record, but a deeper desire helped guide your answer.

“I can focus,” you said, a little sharper than you had intended, “what’s the first question?”

Zhongli reached for the discarded textbook on his desk, flipping to a random page towards the middle. His smirk deepened as he read over the line.

“This is something we went over in class rather recently. Describe the process of orographic precipitation.”

Before you could catch yourself, your face fell. Your mind had blanked on you. And given the cruel grin Zhongli bore, he knew you wouldn’t know the answer.

Even though you vaguely remembered the name written on the board in class, the words didn’t arrange themselves in your head for you to create a clear answer with.

“I don’t remember,” you quickly added before Zhongli could speak, “this isn’t fair, you knew I wouldn’t know this.”

“I just opened the book, I didn’t choose the page at all.” His smug tone was nothing to match the satisfacted grin proudly stretched across his face.

“I also just mentioned we went over this in class so maybe it’s not any fault of mine anyway.”

No use in arguing with him especially because you did somewhat recall him going over it.

“Next question.”

For five whole minutes, Zhongli asked you question after question. Each of which you got pitifully wrong. As time went on you itched for Zhongli to end this sadistic game, which he was no doubt dragging out. Maybe to humiliate you, or maybe to tally up each incorrect answer and actually hit you for each of them.

Your face began to blush at the possibility of him actually spanking you. He probably only said it to get under your skin and hopefully get better results. If that was the case, you’d be very disappointed but also relieved, you didn’t want to get hit that much.

“—paying attention.”

“Latitude!” You exclaimed before shrinking in on yourself. You knew for a fact that the answer to whatever question he asked that ended in paying attention was definitely not latitude and nor would an answer be so simple with him.

Suddenly Zhongli stood up, dropping the textbook closed back onto his desk. His expression was somewhat pleased but also very annoyed. Once he reached your side of the desk, he grasped your wrist, pulling you to your feet. And with a gentle yet steady hold, he guided you to his side where he once again sat down, only to look up at you expectantly.

Zhongli’s black trousers made it hard to see any depth in his pants, but from the visible bulge you could make an educated guess on how he was feeling.

“Must I spell everything out for you? Lower your pants and bend knees over my legs.”

Face falling again, you tried to ask why that was necessary before Zhongli cut in with a sigh.

“How will I know it truly hurts if I’m not hitting your skin?”

That was almost a logical explanation if it wasn’t so sadistic. Your face must have been bright red with embarrassment as you unbuttoned your slacks. His honey eyes tracked your every move, as you lowered the fabric down your legs, then stepped out of them all together.

Feeling a bit relieved at your choice of black underwear, and not your hot pink ones, you slowly draped yourself across Zhongli’s lap.

Only a few seconds ago, you were speculating on if Zhongli was actually hard or not but now you could tell he was as his erection poked your waist.

You could feel his heat from his palm warming your plush flesh as he rubbed small circles on your ass above your underwear.

Then came the first hit. A sharp pain stretched across both mounds of soft tissue, the ache rippled down your legs and to your toes. Rebelliously, you bit your lip to hide any noises of discomfort or the subtle pleasure.

“Oh? After being shown just how pathetic you are, you refuse to even take your punishment correctly?”

The hand Zhongli had used to hold you flush against his lap, slipped to your face and squeezed your nose shut. In shock, you opened your mouth to protest but before you could, a much harder slap landed against your ass. A loud cry of pain— definitely not pleasure, tumbled from your lips.

Heavy tears traveled down your face and wet Zhongli’s pants.

“Two hits and you’re already crying?” He softly kneaded the skin before slapping it again, “no matter, I assumed if you weren’t good at school you’d be good at this.”

“But I am good at school! It’s just your stupid class—.”

A slap rang out in the room as Zhongli delivered the harshest slap yet. This time he didn’t rub the skin, instead he lifted you off his lap and placed you on the cold hardwood floor of his office. The coolness soothed your burning bottom.

“You may surprise me yet with some skill.”

You took only a second to wipe your tears before you heard the sound of Zhongli removing his belt. Instinctively, self preservation won because you scrambled back, hitting your head on the edge of Zhongli’s desk in the process. But shockingly enough, he didn’t wrap it around his hand to hit you harder.

Instead he placed it on the desk as he worked on undoing his slacks button and zipper. Once he finished that, Zhongli reached into his pants to pull out his penis.

Truth be told, you weren’t a prude, you’d had sexual encounters before, none that went past giving or receiving oral sex but still. Zhongli’s dick was pretty too though, a thick underside vein ran from the scrotum to his tip. The head itself was flushed, apparently the blush he lacked on his face his cock made up for.

Still, the size itself was impressive, you couldn’t tell how long it was but at least your fist and a half.

From the angle you sat on the floor at, you couldn’t tell if he had any hair but you doubted a man as well kept as Zhongli would be anyways.

Suddenly his hands shot out and grabbed you under your arms, turning you around and placing him on his lap. In this position his thighs rested between yours.

“I had considered making you suck me off when you eventually did come to see me about your grade but to think you were such an… abysmal student, we’ll just do this for now.”

Zhongli lifted your ass before sliding your panties to the side and thumbing your clit.

“You couldn’t even take your punishment honorably, not that I expected you too anyways..”

Zhongli droned on as he rubbed same circles on your pearl. Though you hadn’t heard a single word he said, not that you had the capacity to do so anyhow, his fingers skillfully manipulated you to putty in the man’s hands. His middle finger slipped to your entrance as he began to lethargically massage your g-spot.

You had heard of that area but, you nor your previous partners had been able to stimulate it the same way Zhongli was now.

Reached a new height as he introduced another finger, further pressing into the velvety zone.

Maybe it was because you hadn’t been touched in so long that you came so quickly but it happened regardless. Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave as Zhongli allowed you to ride it out. The pleasure was kin to a hot shower (that you would definitely be taking once this was over with) after a long day. One of those showers that you sit in the tub and let the water trickle down from your hair to your toes.

Once the pleasure was over though, it was done completely. Zhongli removed his hands before pushing you down into the desk, half of your face buried into a stack of ungraded papers. His hand pressed down between your shoulder blades effectively pinning you to the wood.

You heard the chair roll behind you as Zhongli stood up, his penis slipping in between your folds.

“Now that you’ve had your pleasure, I will be taking mine.”

Without further warning, Zhongli began to pierce you, inch by inch he sunk deeper in your quim. He wasn’t rough, nor was he forceful as he pressed on. His hand still remained placed on your back but his other trailed down your side before grabbing your hip and pulling you back onto him. So now not only was he entering you, he was pulling you back to meet him halfway.

Your lower body ached at the intrusion, as low moans of pain and contentment left you. It felt weird to be filled up like this but also so natural. Now you hated not going further than oral sex with anyone else.

When Zhongli was completely inside you, he stopped moving to sigh, “truly made for this. If all were to fail, you could always sell yourself. I’m sure you’d make a nice sum of mora.”

Words of protest were turned into lewd moans as Zhongli began to grind into you, not not thrusting but slowly rolling his hips. Remembering your setting you bit your lip again, in hopes of not drawing unwanted attention.

“Don’t,” Zhongli began to pick up the pace, no longer rocking but instead coming all the way out before pounding back into you, hitting that special sponge inside you. “Everyone has already left for the day.”

Your gasp was turned into a high pitched moan as Zhongli rammed into you particularly hard. Him knowing that no one was there let you know just how in control of the situation Zhongli was, with that came a shocking revelation. He probably planned this all along.

You weren’t given anymore time to think about that possibility as Zhongli slightly lifted your chest from the desk. Now that one of his hands no longer had to hold you down, it wrapped around to toy with your nipple.

The harsh pulling on the soft nub brought out more yells from you as he didn’t relent of his intent to bully his way into your womb.

“Look at you,” Zhongli cooed, “drooling on yourself.”

Although his words were embarrassing, they didn’t register in your mind as you tried to bounce in tandem with his thrusts. At least you attempted to before his grip on your hip tightened in warning.

That hand also slipped to the front and sloppily rubbed your clit, leaving you to support your rocking weight on unsteady arms. The sound of his hips meeting your sore ass sent resounding sharp claps into different corners of the room.

It felt like hours upon hours of Zhongli’s grunting in your ear, the sudden sharp pain shooting up your spine from your butt, him pinching your sensitive nipple.

Now his movements were a bit choppy as, you assumed, Zhongli was close to reaching his orgasm. As opposed to traveling faster, his cock was going deeper, looking to bury its head in your cushiony womb. Merely seconds before him, you came. A second mind numbing euphoria, almost as rich as the last one covered you like a heated blanket. Your eyes squeezed closed as you were captured in bliss.

Just as sudden as it had started, it ended, as Zhongli emptied himself inside you. After a few seconds of his warm seed spurting inside you. The room was still hot with both of your gasps as Zhongli’s musky cologne permeated your senses from behind you.

Following your shared daze, he pulled out of you, allowing his semen to also drip onto the floor. You collapsed face first onto your geography textbook. Behind you, Zhongli’s leather seat creaked as he fell onto the chair. The sound of a draw opening made you aware enough to open your eye a little bit.

Zhongli's fingers came into view as he held a small tablet, “It’s a plan b.”

Opening your mouth to allow him to place the pill on your tongue you shut your eye again. You wanted the moment to never end, the nerve damaging pleasure you experienced tonight was truly life changing, but your momentary reprieve was ruined by the sound of Zhongli redoing his pants. In the midst of cleaning himself up, he rubbed up and down your back gently.

“You’re earned an A for the quarter by the way.”

~

When you wanted something, Gojo always got it for you, regardless of what it was or the price. 

A new phone? Done. 

Want a vacation? Planned and booked. 

Need your bills paid? He’ll settle everything with the creditors. 

Need space from him because he was acting unreasonably? 

That was something he could only try to do.

It wasn’t Gojo’s fault your coworker was flirting with you, and he happened to see it! It doesn’t matter that he’s gay and acts that way with everyone! You’re Gojo Satoru’s girlfriend— and future wife— so when someone acted inappropriately with you, as the man, Gojo had to step up. 

So what, the guy doesn't talk to you anymore?  it’s not like you actually care about him! 

Wait, you care? He was your friend? 

As if! Gojo was doing what’s right for your future together. 

Huh? You want Gojo to give you back the key to your– his apartment? The one that he”s been paying for? The same one that cost him extra since you wanted a newest home on the bottom floor? 

Fine, maybe some space will do you two good anyways, as they say, “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” 

Gojo did try to give you space, only rewatching your instagram stories twice. Texting you once every few hours, things of that nature. 

But now you’re not returning his calls or texts at all! And Gojo, being the good boyfriend he is, has come to visit you. 

~

Without a key, Gojo would have to actually knock on your door as opposed to barging in, as he had become accustomed too. A wandering feeling of regret at not making a secret copy of it for emergencies, such as the present, traveled through him.

Gojo bitterly shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he waited for you to come to the door. The night chill had already begun to send goosebumps up and down his arms while simultaneously working its way down his spine. 

Maybe you didn’t hear him knock the first time? Just as Gojo had braced his hand to pound a little, ok a lot harder, on the aluminum, you sounded from the other side. 

“Who is it?” His fist, and shoulders dropped as he let out a breath, you sounded the same way you did a few days ago. Gojo burrowed his hands deep into his pockets as he thought of what to say. 

Obviously, he’d announce himself but he needed something more. Something to make you open up and allow him inside. 

“It’s me,” Why would Gojo actually say his name? You’d recognize his voice without any further explanation. In fact, you might just joyfully swing the door and fly into his arms. 

And Gojo was right, you had heard his voice and knew who stood before you. But what he had miscalculated was your reaction to his presence. Your hand, that had once rested on the doorknob to unlock it, retracted and found its way back to your side to clench your pajama pants. You took your time to glance at the clock in your living room before responding. 

“It’s 11 at night Gojo, what do you want?” 

You heard a faint chuckle from the opposite side of the door, or you think you did, believing Gojo was crazy enough to laugh at you, wasn’t on your bucket list. Your eyes dragged back to the comfy couch you had just been pulled from. 

“I’m here to check on you. You stopped returning my texts.” 

What? You looked back to the door. He couldn’t actually be serious! 

“I stopped replying because how many more ways can I answer ‘how are you?’ in a single day?” 

You didn’t intend on saying anymore, but with Gojo’s silence you felt urged to continue, “we’re on a break anyway.” 

Another pregnant pause followed. 

“A break?” Gojo’s voice was lower now, almost, almost, almost threatening, “I thought you wanted space?” 

“A break, space, same thing.” You felt compelled to step away from the door now but your feet kept you rooted to the spot, as you anxiously awaited his next move. 

A sudden drumming on the large panel window next to your front window made your heart hammer harder in your chest. 

“Really? I never knew that, if that’s the case then why did you want a break?” 

Eyes still trained on the window, your knees buckled slightly, your body was demanding sleep from you and you wanted to give in, even if you slumped against the wooden floor beneath you. 

“Is this what you came to talk about? I’m too tired for this,” we also talked about it already, almost slipped from your mouth but you gratefully bit your tongue in enough time. You wanted Gojo to leave, you didn’t want to piss him off. 

In your half awake state, your eyes drifted to the floor and you didn’t hear the window creak as Gojo tried to open it. 

Good thing you always locked your windows, Gojo mentally commended you as his knuckles beat on the window instead. 

At the louder sound, your eyes narrowed to focus on the window again, you could see the outline of Gojo’s lanky body on the other side of the window, you doubted he could see yours because of how dark your apartment was. Nonetheless, you suppressed a shudder when you remember his all seeing eyes. 

“I’m tired too, can you let me in so I can sleep on the couch? It’s been a long day.” Gojo’s voice was his usual, pouty tone as he asked. He was your ex, not an ax murder, and you knew of Gojo’s rigorous schedule, a thread of empathy in your heart pushed you to allow him in. 

With amazing body to eye coordination, you managed to make it to the door, and as your hand toyed with the lock, you unconsciously looked at Gojo again. You saw the motion of his hand still hitting the window—even though he definitely heard you move towards the door—, you saw the tips of his hair sway with the breeze, your eyes trailed a bit further down and could make out the face splitting grin on his held. 

Your body, physically recoiled from the door, your feet caught on each other and landed you in a heap on the floor. 

You’d seen that smile before, when you would, as you always did, apologize first after an argument. Gojo’s body language would be inviting but his expression always made you feel like he won, and worst of all, that he knew it. 

From outside your apartment, Gojo called your name, the air of calm he once retained now gone, replaced by dramatic panic. 

“I just— I just fell,” deciding to stand again was one thing,  but figuring out how to get rid of Gojo was another, “I think it’s best if you leave.” 

Truth be told, you weren’t one to beat around the bush. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The deafening sound of the doorknob rattling for a split second, rang out in your ears, after a pause, so still you could make out the TV noises from your bedroom, it began to shake violently, “let me in and I’ll help you, okay?” 

“No, I’m okay, please, leave,” a pathetic nut lodged itself in your throat, you had hoped you would have to stoop so low as to beg. And to actually do so, left your stomach with a churning feeling.

“Let me see your fine and I’ll leave,” Gojo’s voice was mocking, and while the shaking slowed, it didn’t stop. 

“Believe me, I’m okay!” 

“No I don’t think I will,” the jangling handle stopped for a minute as Gojo seemed to mull over something. 

Maybe he’d leave! 

And you were right! 

“Is there someone else in there?” Spiky white hair came into view from the window again,  before the rest of his head followed. It wouldn’t have been unnerving, it really wouldn’t have been, if the movement was followed by his body but it wasn’t. Just his head, and some of his neck, was visible. 

Now you seriously entertained the idea of him being able to see you. 

“No, just me here.” 

You physically reacted, a light thud rang out in the apartment as your palm connected with your forehead, probably not the best idea to tell your psycho ex you were home alone. You’d seen one to many horror films, to know this is how they usually went; hook, line, and sinker. 

A simple hum was all Gojo graced you with before he turned on his heel and walked off. 

His figure trailed off, down the stairs of your complex, and presumably to whoever drove him here (let’s be real, it’s Ijichi). Your legs buckled, then altogether collasaped from underneath you. The heavy tenison in your stomach must have been pressing down on your bladder as it began to scream for relief. 

You almost, almost, wet yourself then and there. When your arms shook as you tried to stand, you nearly gave up and let your body fully relax, on the floor, the cool tile soothing, the heated ache in your head. But you couldn’t, the only thing you could do was use the restroom then go to bed and sleep the night away.

The walk to bathroom was long, longer than normal. Your legs moved sluggishly over to the room, before you practically fell onto the toilet. Hunching over, you cradled your head in your hands, the steady sound your pee kept you lucid while you rested. 

Time seemed to slow while you relieved yourself. The moment was all the serenity you needed to feel safe again. 

Your peace was shattered when you were jotled up from the toilet. You hurriedly finished using it as you heard glass crashing into onto your living room floor, the same place you had just been. 

This time around, your walk was faster, as if your limbs were switched on from adrenaline. You stumbled to avoid the sharp shards when you entered the room. Almost losing your footing again, you physically recoiled as you saw white hair illuminated by the complex lights. It took mere seconds to put together a full picture of what had transpired. 

The window that Gojo had at one time stood behind was now broken, with pieces scattered on the floor and some larger chunks still embedded in the panel. The TV sounds long since drowned out by Gojo’s heavy breathing as he climbed into the window. 

He braced his hands between the serrated glass that remained on the ledge and heaved his way through, one leg at a time. Some fragments cut the fabric on Gojo’s arms, one particularly large chunk, cut his skin. Whether he felt the gash or not, blood trickled down his arm and onto the floor. 

Once Gojo was fully through, you were finally able to see him, the moment was still while you sized each other up. His eyes were still hidden but the rest of his face was just as unsettling. The lopsided smirk that played at his lips would have be comforting under any other circumstance. Truly. 

If you’d seen him tomorrow with the same knowing grin, you might have felt secure. But that wasn’t this, and this was now, and in this second, the smile was disturbing. 

How could he even smile right now? You wanted so badly to wipe the belittling look off his face with a nice, firm slap. Because you and he both knew, he wasn’t smiling because he was happy, Gojo was smiling because he’d gotten what he wanted; entry into your house. 

The silence was once again broken by something clattering to the floor, right out of Gojo’s hand. You would have laughed if the item had been anymore ironic, a large rock fell next to his feet, and into the steadily growing pool of his blood. 

How cliche. Maybe the movies were so repetitive because the perpetrators never did anything new. 

You hadn’t anymore time to dwell on how the much the dramatic flare fit Gojo when he uttered your name, low and dangerous. Even though you expected the tone, it still found a way to shudder down your body, too sudden and forceful to supress it. 

Gojo didn’t wait. He stepped to you, and reflexively, you stepped back. 

A faint giggle escaped his lips before he moved again, he treated it like a game. Each step you both took, his grin grew more playful, wider, meaner. 

It stretched across his face at a frightening rate. 

It was almost handsome how the sharp part of his teeth peaked through his lips. 

Almost. 

In the reality you lived in, it reminded you of your situation. He was the predator and you the prey. 

Before you knew it, your knees buckled against the armrests for the couch. The shock of it made you fall back and onto the settee as a little squeak tumbled from your lips. 

Just as you had braced your arms to stand up, Gojo pounced on you. His face sat so close yours his nose was mere centimeters away from touched yours. 

How bearable the moment could’ve be if his whole body weight was crushing you. When you moved to kick Gojo, you realized his own legs had landed inside yours. 

You both must have noticed at the same time because he laughed, really laughed, at your predicament. Gojo took his time, lowering his full body weight onto you as a means to hold you down. HIs arms slithered under your midsection to wrap around your waist, his hold pressed you against him further. 

“I’ve been wanting to hold you again,” his chest was hot against yours, his breaths still shallow but it was definitely deeper then before. It wasn’t comforting, it wasn’t sweet or tender how it has once been. It certainly wasn’t romantic how his blood splattered across your face while he brushed your hair from your face. 

“You’re crying?” It wasn’t a question as much as it was a statement. You knew, Gojo knew you were crying, because had collected a stray tear from your waterbed with his thumb and placed the salty liquid into his mouth. 

“You’re fucking insane.” 

Gojo lifted his upper body of yours and adjusted you both to were he now sat with your legs underneath his, “I’m insane, really?” 

His head reared back as he released a roaring laugh. During his momentarily lapse, your realized your arms were no longer trapped below his. With the movements of a wild animal, you lunged at him. Fists ready to unleash your bent of fury, but he caught you. His bigger hands grabbed your wrists with force, care enough not to bruise, but hard enough to send a message. 

The warning was clear, you couldn’t fight it, all attempts would be thwarted with an equal amount of power. Even using your full strength to struggle out of his grasp didn’t yield any results. Gojo at lower effort was you at your full capacity. 

“I’m fucking insane, right?” Being unable to see his eyes was almost just as bad as being able to see them. At least you could try to look into his blue iries and try to remember the Gojo you once knew. But the harsher blue, almost black, fabric you were met with, was not as comforting. Not as human. Not as tolerable. It truly was nothing. 

Gojo shifted to hold both of your wrist in one hand, as you forced your upperbody back down to meet the couch once more. The more you squirmed, the harder his grip became, a sign of his wearing patience. 

“You drive me fucking crazy.” Once you were plush with the couch Gojo squeezed your wrists especially tight, before letting go. Another warning. 

Like you were a child, like he had just scolded you, like you were his student. 

“This is all your fault,” Fear traveling down your cheeks in the form of tears, mixing with his own blood to leave pink streaks across your face. 

The room felt suffocating both physically and emotionally. It was all too much. His breathe on your face, the metallic scent of his blood hanging in the air, the TV still going in your bedroom. 

Gojo’s next actions were deliberate. Faux positive radiated from him staticky waves which were almost hard to resist. He leaned down a bit further, his hair brushing against your nose while he whispered to you. 

Gojo Satoru

Umm, he’s nutting inside. No doubt in my mind either. Gojo truly cannot help himself, they was you squeeze the life out of his dick makes him get too captured in the feelings. Gojo really does lose himself inside you.

If you tell him not to, he tries to pull out — I mean… you do look good with his cum on your face— but he’ll get lost in your pussy again and the cycle continues.

Asking him to put a condom on is almost useless too, he continuously complains about how it takes away too many sensations until he ruins the mood, and you inevitably let him take it off.

If you power through, he might just slip it off himself anyways.!

He’s rich anyways so don’t worry about how you’ll raise your future child. Everything will be taken care of, so relax and enjoy the feeling of him cumming inside you for now.

Nanami Kento

He wants to cum inside, he really really does. But if you say no, Nanami won’t force it.

Although he does get pussy drunk, it isn’t to the same extent Gojo, not to where he forgets what you want.

But honestly, I don’t see him wanting kids while he’s still a sorcerer anyways so maybe it’s for the better.

Nanami still wants cum inside you tho, he’ll just make sure your medicine cabinet is filled with the morning after pill :).

Ryomen Sukuna

Really, it’s a waste to even tell him not to cum inside. Do you know who you’re dealing with??

Unlike Gojo, who may try to stop himself, Sukuna simply won’t. You can take all the cum he gives you. And you will be thankful for it.

He doesn’t care to have kids but that won’t stop him from cumming inside. If you get pregnant so be it, kind of mindset. Even if you give him a whole lot of children.

Geto Suguru

Kinda like Nanami! He wants to cum inside you just because. Geto is good with children so this wonderful for you two!

You don’t want him to cum inside? That’s really really unfortunate.

He’ll still have sex with you, a lot. But he still will bring it up.

“Why don’t you let me?” “Am I doing something wrong?” “Let’s just try it.” “You trust me right?”

Definitely will try to convince you until you give in. He won’t be annoying at first until he’s asking almost everyday while performing a mundane task. You two could be watching a movie and he’ll be like, “why don’t we just try it tonight?”

He will eventually wear you down.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji is cumming inside you. He’s not taking a no on that. He loves how deep he can go and how good it feels when he finishes at the same time as you.

Toji has experience with children so don’t worry if he can take care of one.

You can ask him not to cum inside you tho, but he’ll just out right deny you. And he’ll let you know when he’s nutting inside you during sex, you’ll be too wrapped up in the feeling to realize it at the time. So each time you confront him, Toji will say, “I told you I was doing it, you should have told me to stop then, there’s nothing we can do now.”

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Zhongli is literally the Geo Archon. Which means he won the archon war, which also means he’s killed multiple Gods.

What’s a human or two? Or three… or four…?

Zhongli DOES care about the Liyue and its People after all, he spent thousands of years protecting it. But his love for his darling is on a deeper level than that.

He wants you to be happy always, so if someone is harming you in any way, Zhongli will get rid of them.

Even if they weren’t really even hurting you greatly. Maybe someone just bumped into you but didn’t apologize or stick around to help you up. Zhongli will make mental image of their face and what direction they went in so they may be dealt with after he is done spending time with you.

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Two scenarios! One of his darling returning his affection and one of the darling not.

If his darling returns his feelings he will treat you like a true queen. Zhongli knows a lot about human relationships and how to broach them, even though he has never had one himself, so affection is not lost on him.

Zhongli will make your dreams come true. A lot of partners promise to give their love the stars but Zhongli can actually make that happen. He only wants to see you at your happiness so whatever brings a smile to your face, he will do.

Now, if darling doesn’t return his feelings.. Zhongli will definitely be confused! What’s there not to love about him? He works, likes tea, he’s Morax (even if you don’t know it). So why are you rejecting him?

It’s fine though. If Zhongli is determined to have you he will, so honestly, it’s best if you go willing. Zhongli is not a mean deity, he wants you to be happy, but he knows your happiness will eventually be with him.

If he isolates you from everyone and everything you love, you’ll soon come to crave his presence, his love, his intimacy.

Even if you don’t want it at first, Zhongli will be gentle. He’ll be patient, that’s what 6000 years does to someone like him. A 1000 years ago he might’ve been rough and broken you, but not now. Zhongli will teach you everything. How to be happy around him and how to please him. Those are things simply taught. Of course you’ll mess up, you’re just a human, you’re not as capable as him or his Yaksha, but he’ll be there to guide you. If soft instruction doesn’t work, he might have to become harsher, just give in to him. It’ll be much easier that way.

Oh yeah, you won’t be human much longer anyway. How can you both remain together forever if you are? Oh don’t cry, this is good! He can finally take your lessons up a notch. Zhongli is patient but, he can only hold back his draconic instincts for so long, and he has been more then indulgent with you.

Patient: How patient are they with their darling?

As I said before, Zhongli is really patient. He doesn’t rush or force you into sex… often. He also doesn’t expect you to be perfect, you are human, and because of that you are naturally flawed.

Zhongli will teach you everything. He expects you to do this, this, and this, like this, at this time type of training.

You'll start to wake up when his does, your body will start to call out to him whether you want it to or not.

Zhongli is patient, or he likes to believe himself to be. But he’s still a dragon. He’s primal, he’s rough, he’s territorial. Its all his nature too, so don’t hold it against him if he takes what he wants from you after all while. So try not to deny him for too long. Just as you have your nature, he has his.

Yearn: how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I feel like I already addressed this so I’ll kinda reiterate.

Zhongli will hold off for WHILE as long as you don’t reject him. Take as long as you like to confess you feelings, time is of no essence to Zhongli. But If you say no his advances, all bets are off the table, he won’t wait to kidnap you from your life.

You’d think he planned it with how fast he snatched you up. And maybe, it was. Maybe he anticipated your response and planned accordingly.

You always felt uneasy around Doctors.

Doctors mean hospitals; hospitals mean sick people; sick people mean diseases. A truly vicious cycle you didn’t want to be a part of.

But Hatori’s office wasn’t like that, his desk was neat, his room was sterile, and he was always so gentle but firm nonetheless.

Or so you heard. You hadn’t been privy to his services being that he resided in the main part of the estate and you outside, even more so than that his primary patient was the family head Akito, who had a penchant for getting sick. You finally got an opening to visit Hatori after you refused to go to a regular Doctor and fell behind on necessary vaccines.

So on the awaited day of your appointment, you trekked on tatami mats through the main estate to the Hatori’s office. It wasn’t a particularly long walk to his workplace from your home, but your hands were trembling regardless.

This was your first time meeting your new Physician, who wouldn’t be nervous?

The Door to Hatori’s place was now within grabbing distance on your left hand side. Nerves built up like a dam in your chest as you grappled at the door knob. With a surge of adrenaline you swung the door open with so much force it clattered against the frame.

Hatori startled a little from where he sat behind his wooden desk.

“Please knock next time,” he said as he rose from his chair to greet you. His lab coat hung on his seat, as he only wore his usual white button down, tie, and vest combo. His dark hair was a bit tousled from hours spent writing at his work space.

“I’m so sorry,” you bowed sharply before turning and closing the door with just as much force. Your adrenaline fueled confidence had long since abandoned you, making you face the Doctor alone.

Strong hands grabbed your shoulders, “it’s fine.”

Hatori’s warmth seeped into you from behind, as he guided you to a separate room, decorated with a hospital bed, counter with a sink, and a wall of cabinets, that you assumed held stuff such as ointments, medicines, and since Hatori was a doctor, presumably needles—.

Your body tensed up as you thought about it. If there was one thing you hated most about Doctors offices, it was getting a shot.

“Are you okay?” Hatori asked, from your right side as he kneeled down to grab something out of a lower cabinet.

You let out a weak groan in response, whether it was a yes or no was a mystery of which you weren’t even privy to the answer to.

Hatori stood up to his full height again as he moved to hand you something, a hospital gown? You hesitated to take it, but obliged under his watchful eye.

You didn’t intend to stay overnight, or eve long for that matter, so the gown seemed a bit over the top to you.

“Change into this and when you are down please wait for me on the bed,” Hatori passed the dress to you and took his leave, also instructing you to take everything off so the gown fit comfortably.

You quietly watched him leave, and when the door was once again between you and Hatori, you removed your shirt without a thought and carelessly tossed it onto the counter space next to you.

However you paused as your fingers began to fiddle with the button of your jeans, surely he didn’t mean for you to remove your underwear too, right?

Comfort first, I’ll keep those on. You decided as you slid the pants off and threw them next to your shirt.

Now that you were stripped to your bra and panties, the chilliness of the room reminded you to put on the gown and wait for Hatori on the bed.

The gown fit better than you’d anticipated, as you sat down it didn’t strain against you. The fabric was also of good quality, but the Sohma’s were a rich family, so it was no real surprise that they’d have expensive hospital wear.

But what was surprising was how long you had to wait for Hatori to return. There was no clock in the room, so with no sense of time, you attempted to listen for movement outside the door but there was nothing.

No shuffling, thumping, or even talking, just silence. Had Hatori left the area?

Your foot anxiously tapped on the porcelain floors. Your breathing may have stopped to match the room's stillness too, as you took in a greedy gasp of air when the door finally slid open.

Hatori had came back, now sporting his lab jacket and a metallic clip board. He’d even gone with the whole doctor look and had a stethoscope wrapped around his neck.

He took in your disorganized clothes with his eyes narrowed in disdain, before his gaze shifted to you. You stifled a shiver in discomfort as he scrutinized you.

Hatori’s stare traveled up your body, taking note of your bobbing leg, as they continued to unabashedly study you, his eyes took turns looking at papers in his hand before inspecting you again.

“Do you have any clothing left on?” Hatori’s question startled you, not because of how his voice rumbled, or how it was the first thing he had said to you, but because it was an odd question. He could see you didn’t have pants or shirt on, so why was he curious about anything else?

Ever the observant Doctor, Hatori spoke once more, “you’re due for a check up.” He glanced at the clipboard again.

“So I need to examine everything.” You didn’t move, he could examine you with your underlings on, no? Just what kind of Doctor is he?

And more importantly, what had you signed yourself up for?

“Everything?” It was now your turn to cut through the silence. Your voice wasn’t as strong as Hatori’s but you tried anyway.

“Yes, (Y/N), everything.” He still hadn’t elaborated on that but he did add an emphasis on the word everything.

“What’s everything mean?” Hatori’s index finger and thumb came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. That scared you a bit, you hadn’t meant to irritate him, you were only curious.

“You’re due for a pelvic exam.”

Oh.

That’s why you needed to remove your underwear. So this Doctor, who’d you never met before, could investigate your vagina

You definitely weren’t comfortable with this development, not in the slightest, but the room grew colder as Hatori became more and more exasperated with your resistance.

“Could you turn around?” Your words were mumbled together, as your embarrassment became palpable. Hatori released his nostrils and looked at you briefly, before turning away to face the door.

“Of course.”

Hesitating for one more second, you brought your hands to the waistband of your panties before sliding them down your legs. These you folded, and placed neatly next to your feet, near the edge of bed but on the side of the wall, so they couldn’t slip down and onto the floor.

If he intended to examine you down there, you could at least keep your bra on.

“You can turn around now.” You sat back again but crossed your legs at the ankle as Hatori faced you again.

He silently walked over to the end of the bed by your feet before placing his clipboard down, right beside your panties. Hatori paid the red cloth no mind though, as he sat on a rolling stool, and began to ask you questions.

“How long has it been since your last visit to the Doctors office?”

“A decent amount of time,” your breath hitched as Hatori placed his hands just above your feet and untangled them.

“You’ve had a pelvic exam before, I assume.”

“Yes, not recently though,” your legs unconsciously formed a triangle shape with the bed, as Hatori pushed them towards your head. The conversation was light while Hatori gently lowered your gown down your thighs, until it cupped on your lower chest.

It didn’t register that he had even spread your knees open and gave himself access to your cunt, until his breath fanned over your inner thighs.

Your legs instinctively tried to kick out, but Hatori held them in place, and even squeezed them in reassurance.

“Calm down, I’m preparing for your exam.”

Your eyes locked with Hatori’s, “right now?” You weren’t ready for that, not by a longshot. It didn’t seem that he cared though, as his head didn’t move from in front of your vagina.

“Is there a problem, the sooner we finish here, the sooner you get to go on your way.” His words brought little comfort, but it also didn’t seem like he wanted to comfort you anyway. Hatori was just being courteous.

Your intimate area was on display for him, and he couldn’t care less.

He’s doing his job. The thought that this was a normal thing for him, was somehow even worse for you. Still waiting on your approval, Hatori drummed his fingers on your thighs lazily.

“Okay,” you relented once again. You gasped as Hatori sat up and pulled your legs down so that they hung off the bed.

That was new. No Doctor had done that during a pelvic exam, but looking around to distract yourself from Hatori’s intense gaze on your vagina, you were reminded Hatori wasn’t a regular Doctor and that was why you chose him.

But, you were still sure Doctors usually tied your legs to the bed in some capacity.

Your uncomfort must have shown on your face as Hatori’s breath tickled your clit when he leaned back into you and spoke.

“Is this position uncomfortable?” Your face must have also been bright red because you had to suppress a shudder.

“Nope,” you quipped quickly, “please continue.”

Hatori released a deep sigh from his nose that lightly fanned over your clit.

“Do you know your anatomy, (Y/N)?” Hatori asked lowly, his eyes never looking up from between your thighs, the Doctor's focus was so intense that it made you want to snap your legs shut to break his trance.

“Not really,” it was embarrassing to admit that you knew little to nothing about yourself, but who really takes the time to know that? Not you, that’s for sure.

One of his hands brushed down your leg and began to spread your second lips to give him access to your clit, “these folds are called your labia.”

The vibrations of Hatori’s voice caused a deep well to form in your stomach. You hoped that you weren’t growing wet under his examination turned lesson.

You followed along intently to his lecture.

“This beautiful button here is called your clit.” Hatori’s thumb lightly pressed the bud, “it has about 8000 nerve endings compared to a Man’s head of a penis having 4000.”

That’s odd, why was he bringing that up?

After a nod from you, Hatori continued. His thumb left your clit and slid down your slit. His eyes and thumb lifted, in tandem, to show you the wetness he collected, “this is a self produced lubricant. It occurs when a Woman is sexually aroused to allow for painless intercourse.”

Hatori lowered his eyes again before carrying on, “it’s safe to assume you know what intercourse is, correct?”

Tears beaded in your eyes in embarrassment, this man was making you feel an unbelievable mix of uncomfortable and horny, while you barren for him.

He even had the nerve to ask if you knew what sex was!

“Yes,” you dragged the s sound out, as Hatori inserted the tip of his index finger into you.

“This is standard practice, so relax,” Hatori tried to coax you into loosening around him.

After a while of stillness, Hatori slowly pushed the rest of his finger into you. You let out a gasp as he sunk deeper into your cunt.

“How does this feel, does the stretch hurt?”

You ignored his question, in favor of asking your own, “is this okay?”

You felt breathlessly as Hatori’s finger finally entered you all the way.

“Of course, why are you hesitating?” Hatori drew his finger back.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“Oh,” Hatori paused, still halfway in you, “well then you’re in good hands.”

Hatori withdrew from you all the way and stood up, “anyhow, it seems like you’re enjoying yourself.”

He must have been teasing you about how much your cunt was dripping now, a single finger had almost broken down the floodgates building in your lower stomach, not that it mattered now, that knot was unfolding itself from the lack of stimulation.

“You’re a good student, perhaps we can kick this lesson up a few notches.”

Hatori feverishly began unbuckling his belt and once that was finished he moved to his zipper. He dug into his pants and fished out his semi-hard cock.

Seems like you weren’t the only one who was enjoying your time together.

“This,” Hatori collected his own fluids that accumulated on the tip of his penis before, stepping over to your head and sticking his finger in your face, “this is called pre-ejaculation, also known as precum, it’s also a lubricant for sex. However it’s second job is to help semen, or cum, survive.”

Hatori’s finger moved to prod at your lips, “try mine.”

Your lips unconsciously shut as your teeth clenched.

“Come now”, Hatori stepped closer to you, bringing his erection to your face. It was so close you were able to see even more precum building up, and dripping down his head.

Hatori’s eyes noticeably darkened when you looked at him again.

“Don’t be stubborn, (Y/N),” his voice also had a chiller edge to it. Hatori chided you like you were an insolent child, that made you want to deny him again, of course out of spite but more so out of real fear.

This was not normal, that you were sure of.

Not wanting to offend the Doctor anymore, you reluctantly brought your tongue out to lick his finger clean.

“Open wider,” he demanded as his left hand lifted your head slightly off the mattress when it buried itself in your hair.

Opening wider was exactly what you did too. You unclenched your jaw and began to bring your tongue back to his finger but he yanked on the roots of your hair, making you cry out.

“I think you can take something else now,” you had barely processed his words before he brought his penis to rest on the walls of your slack mouth, “have you ever given fellatio before?”

Why ask if you were going to do it anyway?

Hatori was patient while he waited for you to collect yourself before speaking, “I guess not?”

Hatori hesitated no further as his hips came forward, when he came close enough that you were sure you could count the number of pubes he had, you gagged hard.

Your eyes clenched shut in pain and shock.

“Ah, that’s your limit I see,” Hatori didn’t seem worried for you, as he pressed a bit more before withdrawing to the tip, “it’s still the same.”

He mumbled the last sentence but it traveled down to your ears, what did he mean?

You meant to ask him but his snapped towards your face, you also tried to recoil but his hand kept you firmly in place as he fucked your mouth.

You remained still for him, wanting the experience to be over soon, his pubes occasionally scratching your nose, his balls hitting your chin, and the gagging was too much. The sensations had completely undone the knot in your stomach.

Just when you felt Hatori throb in your mouth, he pulled out for the last time. He threw a hand through his hair as he panted.

“I hope you don’t think I’ve abandoned your pleasure,” he whispered, as he walked to stand in between your legs. His index finger and thumb moved to pinch your clit.

The pain was short lived as pleasure washed over you in a tidal wave.

“I wonder if this will make you remember, you’re much more willing this time.” Hatori continued to mumble to himself.

“I hate erasing our passion but I fear it was necessary, you weren’t too compliant before, now your body responds readily for me.”

Hatori lined himself up with your entrance as you began to plead with him.

“No, no, not here, not now,” tears built up in your eyes as Hatori began to slide inside you. You weren’t as wet as before so the pleasure didn’t make the pain or stretching, that felt much more like tearing, forgettable.

As you realized Hatori had no intention of stopping you said one final plea, “be gentle, please.”

He had never stopped talking to himself but you could tell his final sentence was directed towards you.

“Missing?” Alucard rubbed his chin in thought, “what is her family saying happened?”

“Her Mother said she probably ran away and that’d she be back before long.” A Young man who had been attending the Priest’s Sunday classes since they started, answered him from across the round table. “We should still search for her though.”

The boy, whose name was Pip, had been the one to bring up your disappearance in the first place. Shifting the Groups conversation from how to find God in your everyday life to how you were most likely taken.

The Youth had begun to chatter amongst themselves, putting together and deconstructing each other’s theories regarding your disappearance.

Someone speculated that you had ran away with a lover and went to live as Modern Bonnie and Clyde. Another person wondered how you could have left without a trace, not even taking any shoes, make up, or even clothes. Alucard would interject from time to time, fueling people’s wild ideas with little hms of agreement or occasionally giving his own opinion.

Before long the church bells rung alerting the group that it was now 2:30 and time for the meeting to adjourn.

“Alright young ones,” Alucard had silently moved from his seat at the head of the table to doorway, “it was nice seeing you all as usual.” The Priest had taken to shaking everyone’s hand as they shuffled passed him and back into the Sanctuary. All but one person had left the study room.

“Are you alright Mr Bernadotte?” Alucard faced the Young man, who had taken to standing behind his chair. Pip wore an eye patch but his one visible eye swirled with many, many emotions. The most notable one being his worry for you.

“I’m fine Father,” the boy shifted his weight from his left leg to his right before walking to the door, “I just hope (Y/N) is ok.”

Pips empathy made the Priest’s eyes narrow slightly. Just what was your relationship with this young man?

Well whatever it was, it definitely wouldn’t be happening anymore. That Alucard was sure of.

A still second passed before Alucard’s hand lifted to pat the boys shoulder, “Pray for her.”

Sudden fiery footsteps followed by a blur of blonde hair ran up to the two Men before grabbing Pip from the Priest.

“Come on, we need to catch up with everyone else.”

As Seras dragged Pip away, he called over his shoulder to Alucard, “You pray too Father..”

The Priest watched the couple walk away down the hallway, their conversation drifted from his ears, before he turned on his heel and started for the basement. Alucard hymned lowly as he turned into a different hallway, his song reaching a crescendo as his hands found a rusty door knob. The door squealed as he opened and closed it behind himself.

His boots echoed through the cellar as he trekked into the inky darkness, his fingers danced in the air before pulling on a floating thread, for a lightbulb, that illuminated the lower floor.

Oh lord in heaven, seeing you like this awakened something forbidden in the Priest’s gut.

Wth no pillow or blanket, you tightly curled into a ball on a mattress, that was tucked so carefully, into the far right corner.

The drug he had procured from a traveling merchant seemed to be working well. Alucard cooed at how docile you seemed as he stepped closer to your bed. The Merchant had advised him to not use more then half of a tablet at a time but Alucard couldn’t wait and had anxiously slipped the whole capsule into your mug.

The Priest couldn’t control his excitement then and he couldn’t now (not that he truly tried to anyway), as he kicked the donated bed you slept on.

You were probably dreaming of how to tempt other men, that thought made him hit the mattress harder the next time.

“Wake up,” noticing that you still didn’t move Alucard began to grow concerned.

Had he actually put too much in your drink?

Impatient outweighed his sympathy as the Priest bent down to shake your shoulder, “get up now.”

Alucard forwent all decency, instead his shaking became rough, as he unconsciously started to dig his nails into the bone of your shoulder blade.

The pain must have been enough as you lethargically sat up. You shielded your face from the light with your hand as Alucard crouched closer, he used one hand to grip your chin and the other still clutching your shoulder.

Your throat was coarse as you reached out to him, “Father?”

Fog blanketed your mind, and its heaviness couldn’t be dispelled by simply shaking your head. When your finger tips grazed Alucard he reeled back, removing both of his hands from you and stood to his full height again.

“Don’t touch me.”

Your body slumped slightly as your arm fell. The Priest sneered down at you, his words carried by abject disgust.

Alucard lips settled into a line as he watched you look around the basement, he loved the frightened way your eyes jumped around the room.

“Do you like it?” He stepped to the side to let you get a good look at everything. Well, maybe not, as the only things down there was the mattress you laid on and a door to your left that opened to a cramped bathroom, “this is your new home!”

A noise of surprise, or perhaps fear, tumbled passed your lips.

Alucard faked a pout, “so you don’t like it? I put so much effort into making it livable for you.”

“Even cleaned up all the cobwebs,” the Priest snickered at your expression, “close your mouth you look foolish.”

Your jaw clamped shut at his teasing, making Alucard rear his head back and laugh louder, “oh dear, do I have to tell you to do everything?”

Your sight was blurred with beady tears, Father Alucard wasn’t usually so callous, in fact there had been a time when he listened to you cry about how unfair life was to you. Before.. before your relationship changed.

But even after that, Alucard had been so kind to you, sure he was a bit on the rougher side in bed, but you didn’t mind. If anything you preferred to be held down tightly by his thick hands.

Now wasn’t the time to reminisce though, even though Father wasn’t a man of few words but he always meant what he said.

“My new home?” Blinking away the wetness that clouded your eyes was nearly impossible when it kept flooding back in again. Not being able to see Father’s expression somehow made the situation worse. You knew he was looking over you in distain, but not having the opportunity to look away, made you feel the weight of it instead. The pressure from his glower was crushing your brain along with any thoughts it contained.

“Yes dear, you would do well to adjust to your living arrangements sooner then later..” His words hung heavily in the air.

How could you adjust to this life when you never asked to be here?

“What’s wrong, little dove,” Father bent at the waist to twirl on a loose strand of your hair, “was I mistaken in thinking we had a connection?”

You didn’t know what to say. Because you really had felt it too, that undeniable spark the first time he had taken you inside a cramped confessional. It had taken a while to find a comfortable position, multiple times your knees knocked into his.

But soon enough, one of Alucard’s hands was wrapped around your throat, stopping any cries before they could released, while his other was wrapped around your upper body to hold you up, sinfully coarse fingers pinched and pulled your nipples. You lived the vitality brought on by Alucard trailing his palm down your stomach to grind it against your clit. You definitely felt the sparks when his Cossack would dig into your back, as he’d lean down to nip at your neck just above your pulse point. All the while, his hips would remain unrelenting against yours, creating loud slaps that were completely muffled out by the sound proofing of the small space.

Even close to his orgasm, Father never, ever, let up. His pace remained steady, the only sign that he was close to relief was a low rumble he’d release just before he emptied his holy ball sack into you. And Alucard always came inside you too, he said contraception was the true devil and that if you got pregnant, that’d be a bridge crossed when you got there. So, in other words, you guys were lucky.

Luck runs out though, which is probably how you had ended up here anyway.

“I don’t know, this is too—.”

You were words meshed into a pained whimper as Father went from stroking your hair to pulling on it so harshly, that your head titled in response.

“You don’t know??” Alucard’s tone was incredulous, “you’re finally somewhere I can take care of you and that’s all you can say?”

Alucard continued to pull your hair, and in turn your head, closer to the mattress.

“That just won’t do at all.”

Earlier’s unshed tears now streamed down your face in fat droplets. Your eyes crinkled but in a brief moment of clarity you could make out Father’s cruel smile.

When was the last time you picked out your own dress? Actually, when was the last time you dressed yourself?

You weren’t noble by any means, in-fact, you grew up as a beggar on the streets along with your Mother before she died of cholera, leaving you alone to struggle by yourself on the streets of London, and when high society wasn’t being generous enough, and begging became hard to survive off, you’d think of calculating ways to steal from unsuspecting Nobles.

It had worked for a while, bumping into Ladies and Gentlemen alike before slipping your hand into their breast pockets. One time you’d even carried a fake silver watch, that you’d obtained from pick pocketing, and pretended that a Noble had bumped into you and broken it.

That had paid rather handsomely, but you weren’t a saver, you’d blown the money on food and a new outer coat as most of the stuffing had poured from your old one.

A day later you were scoping out new targets to scam. From your vantage point in the alley you came up with three targets; a family of three, a single boy and a butler, and an older Gentleman.

You quickly pondered on which to steal from before deciding on the easiest target.

A young boy and a man couldn’t be too hard to steal from, right?

With a surge of Adrenaline you skipped from your hiding spot and closed your eyes, bracing to fall on the boy but you were stilled by a firm hand on your shoulder.

When your eyes shot open, you made eye contact with the young man. He sharply glared at you before another person stepped to side of him, his hand remained on your shoulder.

“How can we help you?” The older of the two spoke, he smiled warmly at you with his eyes closed.

“I don’t need anything,” you spared another glance to the younger boy, whose face seemed stuck in a scowl, before trying and failing to shrug the man’s hand off.

His grip was firm, not tight, so the fact that you couldn’t even move your shoulder AT ALL, was alarming in itself but what was even more startling was the patronizing look in his eyes once he’d opened them. He looked at you like you were a fly buzzing around him that he could swat out of the air at any time he wished.

“Are you sure?” He pressed.

“Sebastian let’s go,” the boys cane tapped on the cobblestone beneath him, “I don’t have time for peasantry.”

You wanted to spit at the boy, to show him that status didn’t matter, to tell him not to look down on you but your instincts, of which you now realized held truth, told you to walk away quickly.

“Yes my lord,” the man purred, squeezing your shoulder (in warning?) before following behind his master.

You had cursed yourself for spending the money so carelessly but resigned yourself to sleeping hungry nonetheless, you had done it before and you could manage it again.

But that night you hadn’t had to dream of a warm meal, as you meandered through desolate roads to find a stoop that looked good enough to sleep on, you were interrupted. By the Man from early, his distinctive midnight hair and earl grey eyes made him recognizable, as walked out from an alleyway and stopped in front of you.

“You intended to steal from my Master today, didn’t you?”

Your heart jumped into your dry throat, you opened your mouth to deny his claim but you couldn’t. Not that you couldn’t open your mouth, or find the words, or that you had rendered speechless by his otherworldly beauty, but you were silenced by the glint in his eyes. The tea color had changed into something darker, much like the color of cream-less coffee.

“Save your lies, I’m here to offer you an opportunity,” he spoke so carelessly to you, as if you beneath him, and perhaps you were. His Black Coat tailored for him and of some high quality fabric from a different country while your coat chaffed against your arms and neck because the fabric was made of rough wool. Even with the money you had made you still couldn’t afford decent clothes.

Sebastian stepped only one pace closer to you before your legs broke apart into a half step, your right leg moved back but your left leg stayed in place, ready to turn away if necessary. You didn’t do it consciously, your body moved of it’s own accord, purely out of instinct and building adrenline.

Noticing your movement he arched an eyebrow, “really now, I’m not here to punish you.”

Seeing as you didn’t let up his lips raised into a small smirk, his posture still at ease.

“Alright, have it your way. In the meanwhile, would you consider living at the Phantomhive estate? You’d be fed everyday, allowed to shower,” Sebastian looked you up and down (in disgust?? You live on the streets what does he expect?), “and you would have a place to rest your head, how does that sound?”

Full sentences still evaded you but with what little words that still squirmed in your brain you were able to come up with something comprehensible.

“Why me?” The words were mumbled but still heard.

“You could be useful.”

You had so much more to ask, but the more time went by the more impatient Sebastian grew, he flipped a pocket watch from his breast pocket and glanced at the time. Now or never his body language shouted to you.

“What if I refuse?” Your heart hammered a bit softer when you finally said more than two words but rose again as he chuckled.

“What good would come of denying?” Sebastian was right, you had no reason to question him but that same gut feeling rose up like bile in your mouth.

Food, a bed, and much, much more you’d been offered in your life.

“Fine.”

That one word changed everything. Sebastian guided you to a carriage conveniently parked nearby, that he drove back to the intimidating Phantomhive Manor. You had rumors that it’d been burned to cinders two years before but the spiralling stairs and lively rooms told of a different story and before long your life was what he told you. Eating everyday, showering often, you had even met the rest of the staff and the Child Earl.

Although you were never officially employed at the estate, you helped the servants with their chores and when that wasn’t needed you’d endless wander the floors or gardens. You couldn’t read so as tempting as it was, you couldn’t simply curl up with a book. Life was nice, for a while. Once you’d been easied into the flowing pace the household brought it had been toppled on it’s head.

Sebastian suddenly demanded you’d eat at certain times of day, times that the other staff were doing their jobs, stating that it was unladylike to eat with workers. You had complied, only out of respect for his position and dedication to his work, and as a reward he began to teach you how to read.

It started like that, a doing-as-Sebastian-said-and-being-rewarded-as-he-saw-fit relationship, that at times felt transactional.

Soon enough, you hardly saw the other staff anymore- including Tanaka who’d usually come to talk to you as you ate, even though you were sadden by the loss, at least under Sebastian’s tutoring you could finally read a book without help!

Then Sebastian commanded that you stay in your room until he came to fetch you, whenever he felt like it. Somedays he’d come in the early afternoon or the late evening but each time he always came to speak to you about yourself, he’d always ask personal questions too, such as when was the last time you washed your hair?

“Do it today,” he would order, even if you had done it the day before. A week later, you were fed up with his antics.

“Why do you insist on telling me when to wash?” You couldn’t look at him, not after asking such a humiliating question.

“You never do it correctly,” he stated simply at his place beside the door. Your attention strayed for a second, in your short time knowing him, you’d only seen Sebastian sit once.

“What?” Your eyes snapped to his, tone filled with anger at his impudence. Sebastian crossed the room in two long strides before grabbing your chin roughly, even through his gloves you could feel his nails press into your jaw.

“Since you can’t even do so much as bathe yourself properly I will do it for you from now on.” A strangled sound came from in between your squished, reddening cheeks, “have you some compliant? Believe you me, I will not try anything indecent.” Sebastian smirked at you.

“It’s still wrong,” you tried to say but the words mushed together into nothing but a small indistinguishable squeal.

“You know,” Sebastian let go of you but didn’t move away. “I’m only looking out for your best interest as I always have. Honestly, you should thank me for my courtesy.”

It didn’t feel like you should, it felt like you needed to.

You relented under his smoldering gaze, “thank you Sebastian.”

That was his answer to any question of ethics you had of him. When he told you that he would dress you each morning, you thanked him. When he requested to do your make up everyday, you obliged. When his hands wandered as he put the corset on you, you said nothing. When he sat at the edge of the your bed and demanded you pay him back for his kindness you got on your knees and did your best.

Just as he taught you to do it too. Lick or on occasion spit on the tip, suck the head, stroke the shaft, take him into your throat until he said to stop (not any early no matter how uncomfortable the stretch), and repeat until he came in your mouth or on your face.

You never denied him either, not when he’d sneak into your room at night, pull down the covers, and paw at you. Not when he’d flip you onto your stomach or back and sheath himself inside you while rubbing your clit.

Especially not when you’d be lucky enough to have his head between your legs. Licking and sucking that treasured pearl between your thighs while his fingers scissored and kneaded your insides.

You never even denied him when Sebastian unabashedly asked to trim your pubic hair for you, stating that it was his duty to ensure his lady was taken care of. And it was embarrassing at first, you got used to when he would sit you on a sink and began shearing away at the tuffs of hair. You would claim he didn’t get any sexual gratification from it, if it weren’t for the fact that Sebastian would fuck you right after finishing. Always on the counter too, he’d stand between your legs and pull you into a rough kiss as he worked on undoing his breeches.

No matter how many time’s you’ve had Sebastian you’re body couldn’t adjust to such a such a big intrusion but during times were he seemed eager to have you, he wouldn’t wait for the sting to go away and would begin to fuck you then and there. His pace was unimaginable and often times so harsh that it’d rub your insides raw and didn’t allow you any pleasure as his hips snapped against yours.

It was times like that, that you remembered your pleasure took a backseat to Sebastians. Even if he did take his glove off to play with your clit, you’d still remember that fact.