midnight stars

Original works

Behind you

Captor x unnamed afab protagonist || You are captured by a man that only wishes to give a pretty girl extreme pleasure. You couldn’t help but give in to this new world and allow yourself to love it. || nsfw top to bottom

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4

Chased by Monsters

Gender neutral reader || Two monsters that blend in the shadows find you in the dark and make you play their game of running and hiding. || minor nsfw

Reincarnated

Idk yet || UNWRITTEN In the age of the patriarchy, god coming down as a woman is the last thing anyone would expect. Lucifer has challenged God that if they were to be a woman in a man’s world, they will never come to see they are, in fact, God. || idk yet either

JJK

Malevolence

Sukuna x afab reader with a side of Gojo x reader || Realistic “I can change him” sukuna fic. || some (a lot) nsfw

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4

Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8

The Freak Circus

Bite me Harder

Harlequin x afab reader || Harlequin is with an MC that likes to bite. || sfw but harlequin being harlequin

Is it just a visual novel?

Harlequin x afab reader || When you have to decide if you really like harlequin or not in day 2, you choose ‘no’ but it’s not an allowed option and harlequin appears behind you. || sfw with a hint of nsfw but harlequin being harlequin

Just come here

Harlequin x afab reader || Harlequin can’t take affection but is incredibly touch starved. What happens when you notice and decide to do something about it? || sfw

Bungo Stray Dogs

A new world

Fyodor x afab reader that watched/read BSD || Major manga spoilers, but I’ll try to avoid anything specific. After the end of part 1 (chapter 129), Fyodor had used the page to transport himself to an alternate universe to the person most like him. || sfw for now

Dr. Stone

Is trivia really exhilarating?

Modern College Student Senku x College Student afab reader (and mild Gen x reader) || Senku is invited out to the bar for trivia science week. || sfw but turns nsfw.

The Violet Eden Chapters

Burning me to Ashes

Yandere Phoenix x (Violet or afab Reader) || UNWRITTEN Phoenix is a yandere… gg. || nsfw

Dancing with the wind

There you were, finally alone in the comfort of your room. It was late, so late in fact it felt as if the entire world was silent and asleep. 

You were recommended a visual novel to try out, and after scouring the internet and looking at the creative works of art fans had made for the game, you were totally convinced. So you played on your little laptop at your desk and was embarrassed at the emotions this game was invoking. 

But you were alone, so no one would ever know. 

You couldn’t decide if you liked the Pierrot or Harlequin character more, but found them both interesting in their own ways. Pierrot was way more upfront with how he felt, it seemed. But Harlequin… he seemed so complex. He is like a feeling you can’t  describe. 

As you read through the dialogue, you finally made it to the end of Harlequins performance- his little story of what was assumed to represent all the circus members. It was pretty obvious, but it made making sense of what was going on easier to grasp. 

It was way more than just monsters eating humans.

You finally made it to the scene where Harlequin backs you against the tent wall and felt your own eyes go wide and heart race just slightly at the thought of it. Pure imagination having such an effect on your body just from this.. 

It was dark in your room. You figured you didn’t need a light on. But right now, the darkness felt almost suffocating. But it was all in your head. It’s just a game. 

Harlequin asks on the screen if you’re secretly enjoying his interaction with you: his bold movements of boxing you in. 

Like hell you’d admit it to his face. You were way too embarrassed to do that, even in a game when presented with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ option.

So, you pick the realistic choice to say ‘no’. 

But the game freezes. A few error messages pop up. The ‘no’ was invalid? You tilted your head at the computer and was about to start closing out the pop up errors but felt a hand slide in front of your face, a very large thumb being held over your mouth essentially keeping you quiet out of sheer shock.

Another hand was over your shoulder and leaned on your desk in front of you. You noticed those clothes instantly. It’s what Harlequin wears. 

Surely, you’re losing your mind.

“It’s not ‘no’ is it?”

That was his voice. But how? Was it possible you were daydreaming way too hard? Your mind rushed and overflowed with questions that wouldn’t be answered before Harlequin spoke again.

“Please say, ‘yes’, darling.”

You shivered as he cupped your cheeks in his one hand. The fingertips were pointy and felt sharp. His other hand came up from your desk to rest on your shoulder. He was standing straighter now.

You tilted your head back, so sure you were dreaming. It was late and you were probably sleep deprived and obsessed with this game! It made sense to hallucinate, right?

Your eyes met his glowing green ones in the darkness of your room. Your heart immediately sped up and you blinked. “What?” 

You mumbled outloud. His sharp smile only grew wider and his thumb brushed against your bottom lip. 

You were dreaming! You just had to wake up! This wasn’t real, so you’d wait till your dream kicked you out and you woke up. 

Is what you thought before a certain harlequin chuckled. 

“Your body betrays you~!” He says in a singsong voice, now holding my head in place tilted back so you can look at him. 

You only stared, confused.

“You must be thinking ‘this can’t be real!’, am I right?” He says with that seductive lilt. 

You only nod slightly. 

He lets go of your face to rest his hand on your other shoulder, leaning down close to your ear as you lift your head to its normal position. 

“I can make it feel very real, darling.”

His grip tightened just slightly and you couldn’t help but blush hard. 

No one has ever been so forward with you. And now with some fictional character advancing on you that, very importantly, also had tentacles, was kind of a big deal right now. 

You obviously weren’t that far in the game, but you saw enough fanart to know.

One hand slid down your arm to where you were gripping the mouse. You didn’t even realize how tight you were holding it. 

“Click ‘yes’ and I can make your wildest fantasies come true, dear one.” 

He guided my mouse to the yes option, the errors blocking the ‘no’, but he didn’t click. 

You blinked hard and then tried to logic this. “This is a prank or something, right?” You quickly turn in your seat to get a better look at him. He was wearing the same typical uniform. He looked exactly like harlequin, but cosplayers do impressive stuff. 

You look at him with doubt, your mind refusing to accept that a fictional character is right next to you. 

“Mm.” He hums as he cocks his head, looking down at you. 

Suddenly, you feel what could only be his tentacles wrap around your ankle. 

You flinch and try to pull it away defensively, but you’re held in place. You were now looking at your ankle, which gave him the opportunity to breathe against your neck. “Does that feel like a prank to you?”

You breathed hard. What was happening? 

The tentacle creeped up your leg and you couldn’t help but feel excited. Even if this was a dream, you couldn’t wait. You were obsessed with suddenly knowing what it must feel like. 

“Click ‘yes’, darling.” He whispers in my ear. “Tell me how much you crave this. There’s no point in lying either- I already know exactly how you feel. Your smell is intoxicatingly filled with arousal.”

His words struck you and you only shakily moved the mouse before clicking the ‘yes’.

He cooed in your ear and you felt the goosebumps rise instantly. “Aw, that’s a good little thing. You want your reward now?” 

You blushed hard and kept staring at the screen, seemingly frozen, before he gripped your face by pinching your cheeks with one hand and forcing you to face him. “Use those pretty words of yours. Want your reward?” 

You only stared at him, a dumb gaze of disbelief and too embarrassed to admit what you wanted. The tentacle on your ankle creeped higher and was reaching your knee now.

You tensed up, a flustered looking mess all of a sudden. “I’ll help you out since I’m just so kind. Say.. ‘Yes Harlequin, please give me my reward.’”

You couldn’t stop blushing. You couldn’t possibly say that right here? Right now? You opened your mouth slightly to speak but just couldn’t, so you stared into his eyes silently, lips quivering.

“I guess you don’t want it-“ he lets go of your face promptly and his tentacle slithers down your leg, unwrapping itself as he pulled away slightly. 

“W-wait!” You speak up, finally. He pauses his movements. 

“Mmh? What is it?” You could hear the smirk in his tone. 

“Please..” you mumble quietly and look down at your hands in your lap.

“Please what?” He prompts without missing a beat, shifting his position and putting a hand on his waist.

“…reward me..” you mumble out even quieter, eyes still glued to your now fiddling fingers.

There was another pause but it was followed by a low chuckle.

“Close, but that’s not what I said, dear one.”

He bent at the waist and used his pointer to lift your chin, the sharp claw of this name slightly poking into the sensitive skin. He forced your gaze up to his own and you swore he’d be able to hear your heartbeat with how much it pounded in your ears.

“‘Yes Harlequin, please give me my reward for being a good little thing.’” His voice was mocking.

But you quickly spit back, “That’s not what you said before!”

He chuckled and his grin grew wider. He cocked his head to the side, “So it seems my dear didn’t forget the words after all?”

Your eyes blow wide and you start to move your head to the side, back to your desk out of embarrassment, but he gripped your cheeks between his thumb and pointer again and somewhat harshly turned you back to him.

“Uh uh uh~ you said yes, darling. Do I need to force the words out of you? Hm?”

Your breath hitched at that and you pressed your thighs together, trying to ease how much his words affected your poor body.

“Oh, I see now. Your body says everything you can’t. I can read you so clearly, my dear.”

He leans closer, his face inches away from yours, and speaks in a lower tone of voice with the same mocking tone. “Are you nervous, dear one?”

You suddenly flinch as his other hand wraps around your upper arm. He only laughs.

“Oh so cute! Your fear is so delicious.” As he finishes his sentence, his tentacles quickly wrap around each of your calves and pulls them apart.

You, of course, struggle to close your legs, but it doesn’t work at all.

All at the same time, tentacles reached behind you and slithered around your arms to keep them at your side. Your heart quickened its pace and you struggled, looking down at your hands and trying to pry it off of the chair feverishly.

You were scared.

But, you could feel yourself throb as the fear of this fantasy is coming true.

“W-what are you doing?!” You say, strained with struggle.

“Judging by the sweet scent of your increasing arousal, I’m doing exactly what you want.” He dropped his tone for the latter half of the sentence and you stared into his eyes, still trying to pull away. “

“I.. I’m not!” You half yell.

“Not what?”

Your eyes dart to the side before back to him to lie, “I’m not.. aroused.”

“Oh, that’s the game you want to play? I see. I can play along, my dearest. Well,” he lowers himself and gets on his knees in front of you, all while his hands trace from your shoulders to the edge of your pajama pants. He loops two fingers inside of it. “I guess I’ll just have to prove the effect I have on you.”

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Let me know if you want me to continue this as a nsfw fic! I would probably do one amab and one afab.

No reaction.

I run my fingers through her hair and grip it at the roots, her face contorting a bit.

My lips curl up and I speak in my normal commanding yet teasing tone. “Wake up, pet.”

She stirs a bit and I pull on her hair a little bit more, small winces of pain coming from her mouth as her eyes start to open. “That’s it, open those eyes.”

I loosen my grip on her scalp and rake my fingers through it instead. “You awake now?”

“Mmmnng.. mhmmm..” she mumbles and slowly opens her eyes, squinting up at me. “Sukuna..”

My dick stirs at the way she says my name in that sleepy voice.

“You mean master, correct?”

She nods quickly and tiredly speaks, “‘m sorry master..” she props her head on one elbow and rubs her eyes.

I pull away from her hair and watch as she sits up. Waiting for her to wake up enough to inform me of her day.

“Ow..” she rubs her shoulders, then moves to a weird spot on her arm, then her sides, and twists and turns to crack what she could. I smile in amusement.

“What’s the matter?”

“Training with Gojo was hell. I passed out as soon as I got home.”

I cackle at that as she looks around, eventually pulling her phone out of her pocket. “Ohmygod it’s 2am?! I slept for like…” she starts counting her fingers, “5 and a half hours!”

I cross my arms and smile at her. I should scold her for speaking.

“How was today? Did you do as I asked?”

She blushes in response and nods. 10 minutes, no coming. Only someone as faithful as she’s turning out to be would do.

“How did Gojo like it?”

She blushes harder and hesitates to speak.

I see now.

“Woman.”

She stares up at me, fear now present in her sleepy eyes.

“Strip. Everything off, now.” I command, my arms crossed and eyes waiting to feast upon her.

She breathes heavily but slowly begins to undress, her muscles obviously sore. Her shirt, then her pants, then socks and bra, and finally, she hesitated as she slipped her underwear off. She crossed her arms across her chest, red and embarrassed. But oh so obedient.

“Lay down. Ass at the edge and spread your legs.”

I watch as she does as she’s told, without me needing to move an inch.

She’s overwhelmingly embarrassed, which pleases me to no end. I grin as I slide off her bed, moving between her legs at the edge of her bed. They were spread and bent up, exposing her twitching pussy.

I glare down at her body. Trying to take it all in, and crouch so my face in level with her sopping hole.

I gently glide a finger through her juices and move it to her clit, taking in all her reactions. “You came today.”

Her pussy twitches so frantically in my face, confirming my suspicions. I stand up and tower over her, cocking my head to the side.

“Was it Gojo? Did he make this pussy come?”

She nods, her face a bright red.

I slap her pussy, hard.

She lets out a squeak and I smack it again.

“Does Gojo smack this pussy too?”

She shakes her head and I smile. Another smack.

“Did you tell him you’re mine?”

She shakes her head again. Another smack.

“Did he stuff his cock inside your little hole?”

She shakes her head yet again and braces herself for another smack. She learns so fast. I smack her bare pussy harder.

“Did you like coming on his fingers? Did you like it better than mine?”

She shakes her head and winces before I do anything.

“Then you shouldn’t have came.”

I smack her pussy one more time before shoving two fingers deep inside her.

“But you did so good today.” I curl my fingers and watch as she gasps and falls apart. The sting of pain morphing into blinding pleasure.

“I now have my own personal spy.” I thrust in her hard, suddenly wishing it were my cock.

“I should ruin all of your orgasms from now on.”

It’s that that makes her descend into a needy mess of pleas and begs. Saying anything to never have another ruined orgasm.

”So desperate. If you really don’t want me to ruin another orgasm..” I pull my fingers out of her with a pop and immediately shove them in her mouth, her tongue getting to work immediately.

“You have two minutes to make yourself come.”

She stops sucking my fingers and looks at me scared again. “That’s not enough time!”

“Your timer started already, better hurry up and rub that little clit of yours.”

I pull my fingers out of her mouth and lean against her desk, my arms crossed watching her with dark amusement.

“Go on. You better hurry.”

She scrambles and gets her fingers moving her slick to her clit, rubbing it slow and then desperately fast. Her hips bucking trying to get the pleasure to build up as fast as possible.

I chuckle at the sight. “So desperate! Look at you. Trying to get off right in front of me.”

She whines in response but I keep going.

“I could make you come in two minutes. I could lick your swollen little clit and finger your tight hole so good until you’re nothing but a convulsing mess. Oh my only a minute left.”

She’s aggressively chasing her pleasure, abusing her clit, whining loudly since she can’t possibly get herself off that quickly.

“Aw do you need help?”

I take a few steps towards her and gently shallow her hole, moans spilling free from her mouth now.

“Just try a little harder!”

I thrust my fingers in deep on the last word, making her gasp and rub her clit more feverishly.

Her two minutes are well up, but watching her desperation grow makes me smile.

“I bet you could come on my cock right? You want my cock, slave?”

She nods frantically, grinding her hips.

“That’s right. You’re my little cocksleeve. If you were my concubine in the Heian Era, I’d have you sitting on my cock for every dinner party. Everyone will know you’re mine and how you take your master so well. Is that what you want? For everyone to see how well you take your masters cock?”

She’s twitching, but nods as she circles her poor clit.

“Too bad. Time’s up.”

She protests in whines and no’s and continues to rub her clit, her eyes getting dazed.

I pull my fingers out and grab her wrist still working on her clit, “I said time’s up.”

I toss her wrist up at her and look at her weeping hole. I thrust my two fingers in her once and bring it up to my face to see the thick arousal. She’s watching me carefully too. And watches as I take it in my mouth. I hold back the groan building up in my throat and stare into her eyes as I lick my fingers clean.

“You taste divine, pet.”

She just stares up, flushed and twitchy.

“Anything else to report?” I stand between her legs and watch her hard nipples bounce as she shuffles slightly.

“He asked about what I know about you while I was… yeah.”

“While you were what?”

“…on the edge..”

“Of a cliff? Be more specific pet I don’t have time for this.”

“..of my orgasm..”

I smile as she spells it out, loving her embarrassment.

“So he tortured information out of my poor desperate little pet, is that right?”

She nods and I feel myself turning feral. I’ll deal with Gojo when the time is right.

She yawns a bit and I pretend not to notice. She needs rest. She won’t be productive if I play with her all night.

“When will you meet next?”

“Thursday.”

“Then we train tomorrow night.” I need my pet to be the perfect slave for when I sit on the throne of all I destroyed with her at my side.

“Yes master.. when should I expect you.?”

“The brat hasn’t been going to sleep until late, so I think I’ll terrorize him tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll be here at midnight.”

She nods and flushes. “M-May I get dressed?”

I grin, “I didn’t reward you yet.”

Her sleepy eyes blink and is followed by a nod. “I thought you were about to leave..”

“I will, once I satisfy my hunger.”

There’s uneasiness behind her expression even though she wants the pleasure. “What is it?”

“I.. I don’t want to sound ungrateful.“

I smile, she’s learning.

“Speak.”

She shuffles a bit and looks away. “My legs hurt.. everything hurts..”

Her legs have been bent at the knee and exposing her bare pussy to me for a while now, so it makes sense. I debate what to do with her. A warm bath would work, or I can hurt her elsewhere to take away the pain.

She’s proving useful. And I can’t tell if that’s good or bad.

I should tell her to take a bath and leave. I found her asleep with the clothes she wore out today, she mustn’t have even washed before getting in bed. I shouldn’t worry myself with this. But if I can’t reward her by making her come..

“I’ll give you two options.”

She looks up at me, curiosity written all over her.

“I leave, and you can come however many times you want until I return. Or, I stay, and you take a warm bath. But, of course, wasting my time here means no coming at all. You only get those 10 minutes again in the morning.”

She takes in my question, but seems not to hesitate. “I want.. you to stay..”

Something in me burns. And it burns hot.

“Very well then. This is your reward for doing exceptionally good the past two days. I wouldn’t be able to get a special grade cursed spirit to be as productive as you were.”

She smiles. I just complimented her, but it was earned.

“Thank you master..” she says so sweetly.

“You have my permission to relax. Stay here.”

I move from her to find her bathroom. It was small, but she did have a tub. I plug the drain and turn on the water, ridiculing myself the entire time. Am I the slave right now?

How dare she? But I gave her the option.

I make sure the water is warm, almost hot and leave it running. Walking back out, I see her sitting up on the edge of the bed and stretching, her naked curves looking that more delicious.

I stare at her and lick my lips, but keep an eye on the water level, my arms crossed and my dick stirring up. I think I’ll fuck her tomorrow. Leave Gojo a sore hole that doesn’t want him.

I’ll have to make sure she’s still pent up by the morning too.. Maybe I’ll edge her after I fuck her? Have her begging before putting her to bed and forbid her from touching. That could work.

I look over and the water is reaching a good level. I take a few steps and turn it off before assuming my position and watching her stretch more while she yawns.

“Pet.”

She looks over to me and blushes, subtly covering her beautiful body. A twisted idea makes my lips twitch upward.

“On all fours. Crawl to me.” I nod in her direction, waiting expectedly.

She takes a moment before sliding off her bed and getting on her knees and hands, a shy blush taking over her. She slowly crawls towards me, her head down.

“Look at me. Be a good pet.”

She looks up with the most shameful expression. Her shame mixed with her desire is so intoxicating.

“That’s it, come here.”

I pat my thigh as if summoning a dog, and she crawls towards me, my pet.

She reaches my feet and bows her head all the way to the ground. “Thank you for the bath, master.”

If my dick wasn’t hard before, it is now.

“It only took two days to train you. Good pets get rewarded. Lift your head.”

She sits on her heels, looking up at me with a dazed expression. Her eyes are so lost in her own submission.

“You live to serve your master, yes?”

She nods and speaks softly. “Yes of course.”

“Then go, get in.” I nod toward the bath and she starts to crawl towards it. I’m beginning to think none of this must be real.

“You may stand.” I say after sticking my leg out in front of her to block her path.

She shakily starts to stand and stumbles a little, but I catch her elbow and make sure she’s balanced. I watch as she sways upon standing on her feet and can’t believe this is normal even with how dazed and sleepy she is. It hits me.

“You’re malnourished.”

She shrugs. “I didn’t have dinner before I passed out.” Talking as if it were no big deal.

“I need you at top performance. Meaning no skipping meals or training.”

“I’m sorry..” she sounds apologetic but I wasn’t convinced just yet.

I walk her into her bathroom and stop her in front of her sink. “Hands on the counter, and bend over.”

She does as she’s told with no question but winces when I deliver a harsh slap to her ass. “You will take this seriously.”

Another slap.

”Understood?”

He voice comes out strained, “y-yes, understood..”

I back away from her and command. “Good. Now get in the bath.”

She hurriedly steps in the bath, sighing and sits in it, quickly sinking into it.

She stretches her neck and closes her eyes, looking as if she’d fall asleep in there. I crouch next to the tub, next to her. “How is it?”

“Perfect.” She drawls. She’s definitely going to fall asleep in here.

I take a seat on the tiled floor next to the tub, one knee up and resting my arm on it. “You trained hard today. Tell me of it.”

She smiles a bit and opens her sleepy eyes while recalling what happened. “Basic working out stuff, where I’m weak and where I can excel… umm.. some sparring and techniques with that. Then at the very end we spent a lot of time controlling my energy. Oh and we went to a revolving sushi place for lunch!!” Her voice picked up with excitement and she turns, beaming at me:

“It was so cool! I’ve never actually been to one, but it was so much fun!! I haven’t eaten that much sushi in so long!”

“I see, and for how long were you training?”

“Um..” she pulls her fingers out of the water to count on them. “Like 10 hours.”

I smile at that. She’ll be strong.

“Sounds like you did well.” I outstretch my arm to pat her head, keeping my hand there.

“Thanks..” she says in a small voice.

The fondness she brings out of me is indescribable. She makes me.. proud. Not a lot of beings tend to do that.

I let my fingers brush her hair and accept that she’s done well and doesn’t deserve me yanking her hair again. Her muscles are tight, but I cannot subject myself to such acts. She as the slave must soothe my aches.

Plus, I have a feeling she likes being used and tossed around.

We’ve been sitting in silence while she enjoys her bath and I continue to rub at her scalp. She shivers a bit.

I dip my fingers in the lukewarm water and start moving my hand through it, using my energy to warm it back up.

“Tell me when it’s cold.”

“I don’t want to worry you when you’ve been this kind to me…”

“Nonsense. I choose to be here.”

She nods, “okay.. thank you.”

I make sure the water is a good warm temperature before letting my hand glide to her knee, almost out of the water. Goosebumps form all over her leg as I trace some of it back and forth.

I move my hand through the water to her collarbone, her eyes closed and a blush forming on her cheeks. I trail up her neck, slowly, watching her bottom lip tremble. I grab her chin gently, and turn her head towards me, her eyes flitting open.

A moment of internal want, no, need, possesses me as I watch her lips part slightly. The anger that follows is indescribable. I flick her head away and release her, standing up in one fluid motion.

“You.. you must eat something. What do you have?”

Her face looks slightly hurt, but she cowers into the water. “I have instant topokki. I’ll make it when you leave.” Her hurt is sounded through her words.

But I don’t care.

She’s nothing but my slave.

“Very well. See to it or I’ll be disappointed.”

She nods and sinks deeper into the water. I don’t care about her. She’s just a useful pawn. A spy that understands betrayal means certain death. A pet who crawls to me even if death is in the cards.

“Tomorrow night. I’ll be here. Your pathetic hole will be nothing but a sleeve for my cock. Understand?”

She nods, her eyes wide and face flushed.

“I’ll be taking my leave then.”

Without a second glance I walk out and towards her window. A slew of emotions racking my brain. She’s nothing but a toy.

She’ll understand that tomorrow, but I need myself to understand that as well.

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If you like this sort of thing with the master dynamic, please consider checking out the first chapter of my original story Behind You! Comments and suggestions are also always welcome <3

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I release his finger but keep his hand held in front of me. “Having a snack.” I mumble with a small smile and move to his next finger, peppering it with kisses before nom-ing it and biting a little harder. I was moving around the finger to find the best, meatiest part to chew on.

I cycled through each finger and ended on his thumb, not staying long since there was no real good spot. I was surprised he didn’t have some snarky remark for me, so I assumed it was okay.

I switched to holding his pointer to my mouth, “This one’s my favorite,” and looked over at him to see a blushing mess.

I’ve never seen harlequin blush like this.

I returned my attention to his pointer again and pulled on it after sinking my teeth into it, almost like a puppy with a toy and making content little noises.

After having my fill of biting up his finger, I pepper it with more kisses and pull the rest of his arm close to me, so I was leaning and tucked right into his side.

I looked up at him, him still profusely blushing, and spoke softly. “Was.. that okay..?” I ask hesitantly, now worried I crossed some invisible boundary.

His eyes shot down to mine with something new: Hunger.

He slowly brought his other hand to me and stuck out his pointer close to my mouth. I suddenly felt like a stupid little fish taking the bait on a line.

I quickly bite down and he shivered. I kept readjusting my bite since I wasn’t holding his hand this time but it was my turn to freeze when his voice finally broke free.

“You have no idea what you do to me, darling.”

He pulled his hand away but I following it and pulled back, gripping it harder with my teeth. He slowly pulled this time, making me move to follow his finger and half crawl on his lap.

I finally pull away, embarrassed that I let myself basically be dragged onto his lap. How did I let myself let go that much?

Starting to shy away and back off of his lap, I was met with his hand squeezing my cheeks, “Oh no you don’t. Sit up.” He turned my face to see his, still pink but more controlled now.

My eyes wandered for a moment and I knew what I wanted to bite next.

I listened and now straddled him, leaning in to kiss the cold cheek of his mask and trail down to his neck, warm and soft. I found the approximate spot he first bit me in and peppered it with kisses before opening my mouth wide and closing around it, biting gently, testing the waters.

Harlequin couldn’t help the small sound that left at a reaction. It fueled me, but not as much as his words, “Bite harder.”

I hum in agreement into his neck and reposition to bite harder, sinking deeper and deeper until it feels like I might hurt him. I hesitate at that moment and try not to push farther.

“Don’t be scared. It won’t hurt even if you made me bleed.” One of his hands snaked around my waist, and another stroked my back.

I reposition my bite again so I’m not pinching his skin with my teeth, and bite harder, only holding back a little this time.

It was hard to concentrate when his breathing was staggering and right in my ear.

I pull back and kiss the little mark in between little licks before it became more degenerate and I was desperately sucking, kissing, and biting at his skin to leave a mark.

He’s marked me so many times, it’s only fair.

I was by no means done with my work before I was quickly thrown onto the couch and pinned down. He was hovering over me, hands holding each wrist against the plush cushions as his animalistic side creeped through.

He wasted no time and dragged his sharp teeth against my neck. I scrunched up in sensitivity, but his hand pulled my head to the side to expose my neck whether I liked it or not. I hadn’t noticed how he replaced that hand on my wrist with one of his tentacles, but now felt more creeping around my body tentatively.

His teeth returned to graze down my neck and I was tensed up, mentally preparing for the sting of the bite.

“Aw, what’s wrong? Scared to be mine?” He teases against my neck, his breath making me shiver.

“Your teeth are sharper..! It hurts a lot..”

“Then bite me harder next time, mmkay?” He taunted one more time before biting down on a spot between my neck and shoulder, making me yelp and cry out in pain. I struggled against him and his extra slithering appendages that felt me up.

He pulled away slowly and licked at the spot. It radiated pain and I was almost sure he made me bleed again. My face was contorted in discomfort and I was breathing hard, trying hard not to wince.

He kissed the spot over and over and licked it as if he was soothing it, something he didn’t do. “You didn’t answer my question.” He growled against my neck as he peppered little kisses along it.

Soft moans escaped me and I realized his lips were warm rather than cold like before. I quickly picked my head up but was immediately pulled down and something wrapped around my eyes.

“No peeking~” he whispered in a singsong voice, dragging his teeth again and making me tense up in fear.

“P-please don’t bite again..”

“Then answer. Are you scared to be mine?”

I blushed hard and realized what a compromising position I was in. I tried to shake my head but couldn’t since he was holding it.

“Use those sweet words of yours won’t you?”

“No.. im… I’m not scare-“ I half scream and pull on my restraints as he bites down again next to the first one, more on my shoulder.

“H-harlequin!!” I scream and fail at pulling away.

As he pulled away from the bite, I winced and hissed in pain, tears forming at the corners of my eyes, still covered by probably one of his tentacles. He now hovered above my face and let me see him finally, small traces of my blood on his lips as he smiled big but with his mask on.

“Hurts..” I managed out and saw a flash of concern across his face for only a moment.

He leans back down and I tensed up, breathing hard in dizzying fear. He licked all around the two bites and kissed them tenderly and cold again, releasing my wrists as he did so.

My arms slowly moved around his neck, but was accompanied by winces. One of his hands found my hair and scratched gently at my scalp as he soothed the bites as best he could and whispered things in my ear.

“Mine.”

“You’re all mine.”

“Marking me like that, hm? Wanting everyone to know I’m yours?”

“Such a good pet, aren’t you?”

My mind was going dizzy with praise and when he finally pulled away to look at me, I was the one blushing and a mess.

He only smirks and helps me up wordlessly, pulling me into his lap- my back flush against his chest- so he can wrap his arms around me like I was his favorite plushie. I rested my head against one of his arms and looked down at his forearm, too tempted.

I hold it with my hands and bring it up to my mouth quickly to bite softly, biting over and over to find a good spot.

“Didn’t get enough, greedy pet?”

I half flinch at his words in my ear and fingers trailing the other side of my neck. I quickly released his arm and hugged it instead, all while shaking my head ‘no’.

“Mm.. not convincing.” He tilts my head the other way, exposing the un-abused side.

He licks up it once before his teeth drag down it.

“Please don’t..!” I shiver with my plead. “It-“

“‘Will hurt’? Darling, I know. It’s a shame you don’t get a choice in the matter… but I guess I could be nice just this once.”

His words on my neck transformed into many kisses that made me sigh out in relief and melt into it. My nerves were on high alert and the kisses felt surreal and only made me moan out softly. His words haunted my thoughts about not having a choice, fueling my excitement. But right now, I was happy to be gently kissed by this Harlequin.

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I was going to continue this as a nsfw but thought it was good as is. Leave a comment if you want to pick up right where you left off with our favorite Harlequin so he can mark you… elsewhere.

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I hear what I think is Sukuna’s voice, soft and low, as if not to wake me.

I sleepily mumble as I try to open my eyes. “Mmnh.. mmnsukumna?”

“Good pet. Open your eyes. Let me see them.”

I slowly pry my eyes open, his thrusts getting slower, and rub my eyes with my hands. My gaze shifts to the massive presence next to me, Sukuna sitting upright and staring at me while his fingers work itself in me.

Adrenaline kicks in and I blush in embarrassment watching his fingers speed up and curl inside of me, making my back arch and head throw back.

“You waited up for me.”

I nod, already panting from being extra sensitive.

He leans close to my ear, his breath ghosting my collarbone and neck. “I heard you did so good today.” He drags his lips up my neck, making me shudder.

“Let me reward my good little pet, then.” And then he bites down on my neck and I start to yell but it morphs quickly into a deranged moan as he licks at the spot.

“Mmn- mmaster..”

“You make speak.” He whispers against my ear, biting hard on the lobe.

I wince and speak through my daze. I hadn’t thought about what I wanted to say. I didn’t even have the capacity to think right now. The first thing that comes to mind spills, “I’ve needed you.”

“Your sweet cunt is saying the same thing, sucking my fingers in like that.”

I moan loudly and borderline scream when he touches my clit with the fingers that were just in me. The sensitivity is so much I start trying to move away, back into my headboard before he pins my waist down with one hand. “None of that. You will receive your reward and thank me for it.”

He flicks my clit and squeezes it between his fingers, watching it as he does so, leaving me in a twitching daze with moans spilling so free from me. “You didn’t touch yourself either. So obedient.”

I jerk my hips at his words and turn into a babbling mess of moans. He rubs soft small circles on my clit, making me feel brain dead. “Too sensitive..” I moan out, my hips twitching.

He slaps my bare pussy suddenly and I scream a moan. He dips his finger slightly in and out of my hole, shallowing it.

“You’ve never been properly edged. Never been made to submit. But your body.. your body was made to submit. You will submit to me, slave. I’ll tell you when you’re too sensitive.”

He slaps my pussy again. My back arch’s and I choke on a moan. He laughs darkly and rams two fingers into my pussy, curling them too good and making my body seize up.

“I’m close!! I’m close!!” I say frantically.

“No you’re not.” He slows his pace, but curls still.

I feel the orgasm steadily approach but falter slightly. “P-please.. please..!” I beg, my voice cracking.

“Shut up, woman. I didn’t ask for you to speak.” He slams his other hand over my mouth and I moan against it, trying to feel anything other than the approaching orgasm.

“Don’t you dare come.”

My eyes go wide and I whine against his hand, my hands coming up to hold onto his arm as I try to distract myself. He’s moving his fingers so slowly, in and out, not even curling it anymore. Just a slow speed to torture me, to keep my hanging right on the edge.

I’m sure I’d crumble if he just blew on my clit, but I lay there, breathing fast, squeezing my eyes shut, trying not to come.

“Tell me. In your own words. Did you successfully infiltrate jujutsu high?” He removes his hand from my mouth slowly and I breath hard before talking.

“I did.” I say in a small, whimpering voice.

“And what is to happen now?”

“Th-the white hair one.. g-gojo.. he’s going to teach me..”

He makes a growl like sound and laughs to himself.

“Oh is he now? He’ll be nothing compared to how I teach you.” Then, a sadistic smile. “You have five seconds. Come.”

My eyes widen but then he rams his fingers in and out of me, curling his digits and his thumb bumping into my clit. I fall apart on him instantly, my orgasm crashing through me in a huge wave of ecstasy. I scream his name and try to close my legs, but he holds it open, thrusting into me and making me ride it out.

“That’s it, let it out. You did so good for your master today.”

His words make my moans louder and everything feel more intense. I’m convulsing on his fingers for a good 20 seconds before my body starts to relax, twitching and moaning softly from the after shocks.

I breath hard and look up at him, a pitiful expression written all over his face as his fingers move slowly inside me, making my hips twitch.

“Oh pet, you have no idea who I am.”

He starts ramming his fingers fast inside of me and before I can scream he plants his palm against my mouth. “You did so good today! It would be rude to make you only come once.” He laughs sadistically as I thrash underneath him. My body overstimulated from his touch.

“Stop moving.”

I let out a muffled ‘I can’t’ which only earns a laugh.

“You will do anything I tell you. Or do you forget your place?” His tone becomes serious and I press my ass into my bed in fear, trying to stop myself from moving, but can’t help the twitching as he rams into me.

My eyes roll back and I just take it, hoarse moans getting muffled by his hand as I twitch violently but try to stay as still as I can. The moment he moves his fingers onto my clit I scream and pull myself away, thrashing around.

He slaps my pussy, hard. And removes his hand from my mouth, holding my hips in place. I convulse at the feeling and wiggle against his grip, but unable to get free at all.

“Let everyone know how much of a slut you are.”

He circles my clit hard and I scream, trying and failing to pull away. The feeling makes my upper body thrash, too sensitive from the pleasure, but I begin to feel another orgasm build up quickly.

“That’s it. Give me another.” He talks to my pussy, the juices making it squelch as he moves his fingers all around my clit.

He alternates between pinching it, giving it soft circles, and flicking it. It’s not long before I’m needy and whiny, grinding on his hand, my orgasm getting closer snd closer.

“M-master..?”

“What is it?”

“May I… mmhave permissionnn.. to speaks?” I scrape out, my head so dazed with pleasure.

He grins up at me. “You may.”

“I-I’m getting closer..” I mumble, shy but also feeling so fucked out.

“I don’t care. Whatever I do to this cunt has nothing to do with how you feel. I touch it because I want to feel it throb. I make it come because it tightens so sweetly around my fingers and spurts such disgusting juices out.”

I whine in response, getting hot and more embarrassed.

“But. You did do exceptionally today. I bet Gojo won’t reward you like this. Treating you like a slave. Make you come for hours.”

I moan loudly at the thought of Gojo doing this, of Sukuna finding out. He leans up to my face and speaks directly in front of me.

“A filthy pet that’ll follow all her masters wishes. Incapable of betrayal.”

My stomach tightens as im barreling towards the edge and I moan deeply, his words having effect on me.

“I-im gonna.. Su-sukuna.. I’m..” my voice is shaky and desperate, low and scared.

Right as im on the brink, he delivers a sharp slap to my pussy and it pushes me over the edge. I scream throughout my moans and grind my hips in the air, his palm flush against my convulsing core. He isn’t providing any friction, just following where it moves.

I’m reduced to a needy puddle of begs and pleas, trying to ride out my orgasm and feel it in any way. “P-please please touch me.. I need.. I need it please master..!”

He only laughs at me and looks down at my hips grinding feverishly in the air. “Aww, did I ruin somebody’s orgasm? I didn’t give you permission to come now did I?”

I’m still twitching against his hand, trying to grind against it as the orgasm did nothing to satisfy me. It just made me feel a lot hornier.

“Look at my pet. So desperate. Lost in her depravity.” His hand stays flat against my pussy while his other moves to rest on my head.

I flinch at his touch and whine like a desperate whore. “P-please I-“

He slaps my pussy to cut me off which makes me moan incredibly loud and almost start drooling.

“Shut up, dirty slut. Now when will you train with Gojo?” His hand stays flush against my sensitive flesh and he tilts my head back to look up at him.

“T-tomorrow..” I stutter out.

“Perfect.” He removes his hands from me and tilts his head to the side. “I wonder if he could resist raping a body dripping in such filthy energy.”

I’m twitching and grinding into the air, the definition of desperate. Any sort of friction would help and if it’s from Gojo, then so be it. He’s an objectively hot guy and definitely made me feel things at times, but Sukuna..

His words echo through me and I get stuck thinking about Gojo taking me by force. Would he? He doesn’t seem like the type but he would have no problem doing so.

“Imagining the enemy using what’s mine?”

I snap out of it and blush hard. “N-no!! Well.. yes.. I’m sorry..”

“No matter. You can’t escape me even if you tried. And if you do try,” he pauses, pointing his nail against my throat. “You die.”

I nod frantically with wide eyes.

He retracts his hand and looks at the window and not my twitching body.

“No touching what’s mine tonight. But..”

I look up at him with a hopeful glint in my eyes.

“Before you leave for jujutsu high, you rub that pretty clit for 10 minutes. No coming. Understood?”

I nod again, “Understood..” I whimper and get embarrassed again.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He gives me an encouraging fake slap nudge on the cheek with the back of his fingers, the gesture feeling more intimate than it should be.

He walks over to the window and speaks in a low voice, “Make me proud.”

And then he leaves, the gush of wind stirring up my insides and I have to squeeze my legs together and scream into a pillow before accepting I really wont be touching myself tonight.

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I pull out my phone to text Gojo as I approach the bottom of the stairs. I feel like im walking weird. My panties are soaked after I edged myself for 10 minutes straight. It didn’t take long working on my clit before I got close. I even set a timer just to make sure Sukuna wouldn’t kill me.

But now I was still in a mild daze, every bump of the train making me heat up a bit. I manage to craft a text.

Me: “I’m at the bottom of the stairs!”

Me: “oh this is that girl from yesterday btw”

Gojo: “on my way!!!!!”

Wow, he responded fast.

Before I know it he’s turning the corner and at the bottom of the steps with his hand up, waving. “Ready for a whole day with the great Satoru Gojo?!” He says in exclamation.

I can only laugh a little and nod, Sukuna’s words burning in the back of my head and making my pussy throb. What if Gojo tries to… I have to be prepared.

“Let’s get on up then shall we?” He throws a casual arm around my shoulders and we start walking up the stairs.

“I thought you were gonna do your magic sorcery to get us up?

“Oh no, you need training. I’m here to keep you company on the way up!”

I deadpan. “You’re kidding..”

“Not one bit!”

“Ohmygod im going to die.”

He chuckles and pulls me close to him, my senses already tingling and body sensitive.

“You nervous or something? Let me guess, it’s because you have to spend an entire day with the most handsomest guy you’ve ever met!”

I stare incredulously at him. He’s so full of himself.

“Your ego must be heavy to carry around all day.” I joke with a small laugh.

“That’s why im the strongest, duh.”

He removes his hand from my shoulders and sticks it out in front of me. “Let me hold your bag.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. These stairs are brutal.

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By the time we near the top, Gojo is pulling me up. I’m clutching onto his arm basically being dragged up.

We made some small talk about the weather and whatnot but eventually landed on the topic of cursed spirits. What they are, what he and the rest of the school does to stop them. But he takes me back to that padded room from yesterday and puts down my bag against the wall.

“Did I mention how stunning you look today?”

He catches me off guard and my cheeks get a bit rosy. “No.. why would you?”

Within an instant, his fingers are holding my chin up to look at him. The whole ordeal making me freeze up and drip with excitement. “Because you are.” His tone drops to a low sultry voice. I shiver and try to pull away but I physically can’t.

He grins, “I can’t blame you for not knowing what you’re doing. But we need to get your emotions in check.” He leans to the side of my head and whispers even though no one’s here. “Your dripping with such need, it’s impressive.”

I blush hard and try not to think about my pussy throbbing, on the verge of begging him to touch it after what Sukuna did to me last night. My desperation was palpable, so much so Gojo could feel it somehow.

“I usually don’t point these things out to my students to avoid embarrassing them, but your desire only grew the more we were together. That can only mean one thing, right?”

I try to pull away again and am still trapped in place. Fuck, Sukuna was right again.

His hand moves to my cheek, the thumb brushing it gently as he pulls away to make eye contact, or at least as much eye contact one can get through a blindfold, with me.

“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything you don’t want, but you should be aware you’re quite an attractive woman regardless of your inability to keep your emotions in check.” He says more casually before sinking back to his lower tone.

“So if you want, we can push training for a little bit. You do need a clear head for it, so im just trying to help out!”

I feel like im going into a daze, imagining the ways Gojo can touch me, can actually help me. My desperation is getting the better of me and I look off to the side and shrug with embarrassment.

“Hey hey let’s take it slow! You can stop me whenever!” He drags his fingers from my cheek down the side of my neck. “How’s that sound?”

I nod shyly, not believing what im doing.

He steps around me so hes behind me and with two hands on my hips, pulls me flush against him and drops to the floor slowly so im sitting on his lap.

This can’t be real. What am I letting happen?

My breathing deepens as my heart rate quickens. I can only feel his hands roam my legs, caressing the inner thighs and slowly prying them apart. Before I realize what he’s doing he raises a hand and whispers, “Simple domain.”

Nothing seems to happen, but he returns his hand to my leg. “Now no one will be able to hear us. Isn’t that neat?”

My heart pounds and I start fidgeting in his lap. “Yeah.. I don’t get it though.”

“That’s a lesson for later, for now…” his hands glide up the crease of my thigh and my pelvis. “We need to fix your little problem.”

His fingers dance dangerously close to where I need it even over my sweatpants. The moment my hips twitch, an amused chuckle comes from him. “So cute.”

His fingers find the floor, but position themselves hovering above my slit. It takes all the focus not to grind into his hand. He gently makes contact, earning a sharp breath before dragging all the way up to my clit, circling it sweetly through my sweatpants.

I hold my breath to avoid moaning, but the pleasure is so much after last night I melt in his grasp and make small sounds with heavy breathing. “Don’t hold back cutie.” He breathes in my ear and it makes me whine.

He trails his hand up and away from my clit, sliding it under my sweats and over my panties. His fingers going to either side of my slit and making me twitch against them.

“Does this feel better?”

He suddenly does the same motion, traveling up my slit to my clit and circling it gently. I whine into a soft moan and nod my head. While he works on my clit, his other hand finds my hair, scratching at the scalp and playing with it. It feels so good but it’s like night and day compared to Sukuna.

He switches to dancing all his fingers across my barely clothed pussy which makes me press back into him, it all being so so sensitive still. “I don’t think I’ve ever played with someone this sensitive.” He tickles my clit with his fingers and I can’t help the soft moans that trickle out from me.

“So swollen and ready, you’re already leaking through..” he teases me and it makes me flush.

“Shut u-“ I cut myself off with a moan as he nudged the underwear to the side to feel how wet I was directly. His bare finger against my slit making my eyes roll back and hips grind against him.

“There you go..” he repositions and slides his hand up and under my underwear, going back to shallowing my sensitive slit, dipping his finger in and out of my lips, barely going in any. “That’s all you needed.”

I feel my orgasm start to approach which makes me hornier since we barely just started. I’m such a mess.

“You want me to touch your pretty clit? I bet she’s so swollen for me.”

I nod frantically and he slowly drags a wet finger up my slit and deposits all those juices right on my clit, gentle circles making my mind melt. I’m moaning louder, feeling the orgasm build and the knot in my stomach tighten. If he leaves me on the edge I might cry.

He slowly picks up speed as my body tenses up and I grab onto his arm touching me. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

I nod and he keeps his speed, “I can circle this cute little clit for the rest of the day. I don’t get tired easily.” He whispers in my hair.

I tremble and think about him playing with me all day. And then Sukuna having me all night. It pushes me closer and closer until I become frantic, “im close! I’m close-!”

“I know, I know.” He slows down to a stop and I grind against him, his hand not giving the friction I need.

I whine and resort to begging, my desperation clouding me. “N-no! Please!! Please don’t stop!! Ple-“

“Shh.. You’ll get to come so nicely on my hand in a second. I just needed to ask you something.”

I’m whining and moving my hips, but try to speak coherently, “w-what??”

“Do you know about Sukuna?”

My heart drops and I falter for a moment. Hoping I can play it off. “Y-yeah.. I studied.. him.” I say between pants.

“And why did a pretty girl like you come here yesterday?”

I blush, “to visit..”

“Did you know any of the students here before? Be honest now.. I get to choose if you come.”

I whine again, needing this release. His finger gently slides through my slit, keeping me on the edge. “I overheard them at.. the diner.. I was interested..!”

“Mm I see. So you stumbled upon my students and realized you were like them, yeah?”

I nod a lot, hoping he’ll take my answer and make me come.

“One more thing.”

My lip quivers as I grind in desperation. “Wwhat..?”

“I need your address. Yanno, so I can come over and play with your pretty pussy for hours.”

My lower lip trembles at the thought of Sukuna coming in to see Gojo play with me.

His fingers slide some more juices from my hole to my clit as he circles it roughly, “I want you to come now, okay?”

It’s only a few seconds of his treatment before I come undone and moan loudly, I bite my hand and let my eyes roll back as I hoarsely muffle my own screams, the orgasm hitting harder than before. My thighs squeezed together, but he held them apart just enough to help me ride it out. He only stopped just as I began twitching a pulling away from the overstimulation.

I slump against him, a panting mess with soft moans as the aftershocks work through me.

“Awww so cute!” He quips, pulling his hand out of my pants while his other rubs soothing circles into my hair.

He holds his hand out in front of us, his fingers glistening. I blush, waiting for him to shove them in my mouth. But he brings them to his mouth and tastes it, a soft groan leaving him. I watch him, my eyes wide while I blush harder.

“How did you know I love sweets?” He says as he licks his fingers clean.

I bury my face in my hands, my embarrassment catching up with me.

“Aw don’t hide your pretty face!” He wraps his arms around me and squeezes me into a hug. “You did so good. And you taste even better, my god.”

I keep my face hidden as he hugs me tight. I feel so light inside. He buries his face in the crook of my neck. “How about we grab a drink from the vending machine and start training?”

I nod, still embarrassed. He somehow manages to stand us both up smoothly and rubs my back while he mumbles something.

“People can hear us now. Cmon, let me see those pretty eyes!”

He puts his face right into mine, our foreheads barely touching.

“You first.” I mumble as I peek at him.

He chuckles and slides his mask up to expose his glowing blue eyes.

“Woah.” I fully gaze into his eyes, lost in them.

“As if I couldn’t get any more beautiful, right?” He says cockily.

I playfully push his shoulder with a giggle but he doesn’t move at all.

“Let’s grab a drink and get started, shall we?”

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I’m dragging my feet through my door and check the time.

8:34pm.

All day at jujutsu high, no, all day with Gojo and every single muscle in my body aches.

I kick off my shoes, drop my bag and collapse on my bed in the wrong way. My head was almost dangling off the edge of the foot of my bed while my feet splayed towards the head.

Everything hurts and I’m so exhausted.

I had a few snacks and lunch, courtesy of Gojo, but never got a dinner. Frankly, I’m too tired to move now that I’m on the bed.

My eyes droop on its own, and I’m out like a light before I know it. My lights were still on from when I walked in but I can’t be bothered to mind it now.

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I passed out after taking an egregious amount of melatonin and another nighttime tea. But woke up feeling groggy and still needy.

But here I am, climbing these never ending stairs. Fushimi Inari was somehow easier than this. Reaching the top, I walk through the large torii gate and gasp for air, hands on knees and looking at the ground.

“Why, hello there!”

A man’s chirpy voice breaks me from my trance and I look up to see some white haired man in a blindfold. That’s… weird.

I straighten myself out and take a deep breath. “Hello! I’m a student from Tokyo University. I was doing some research and wanted to see if I can tour your campus?” I ask cheerily, but also still half panting.

“Did you call ahead?” He asks in an equally cheery tone.

“Uh.. I didn’t know I needed to. Sorry..”

“You don’t.” He says flatly.

“What..?”

“I’m messing with you. Lighten up! I’ll show you around.” He walks over to me and gives a dramatic thumbs up. “Sooo how was the trek up? Exhausting right?”

“Very. You guys do that every day?”

“Our students live on campus, but if they ever want to go out and about and live their teenage lives in the streets of Tokyo, then yes.”

I nod and look around at the scenery, the large trees and small structures.

“Are you familiar with our Kyoto campus?”

“No, not really. I know it exists.”

“Hm. And where are you from? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh, I’m from Osaka. My family still lives there, but I’m living in Tokyo for school.”

“I see. Well it’s great to meet you! Now this is a highschool but we do offer, uh, advanced classes for students such as yourself.”

“Satoru.”

Another voice echos ahead of us. I see another man with a more gruff exterior.

“Yaga! We have a visitor!!”

“I can see that.” As we approach, I look up at the other man and extend my hand.

“I’m a student from Tokyo University, it’s very nice to meet you! I was hoping to get a tour of the campus for some research I was doing.”

“Research in what?” He asks coldly.

“Yaga! Be nice!” The white haired man, Satoru, said.

“I was looking into the religions in Japan and trying to tie a thread between all of them. Making a sort of glorified timeline of religion and its impact on society I guess.”

“I see, Satoru, show the young lady around.”

“You got it boss man!”

The white haired man throws his arm over my shoulder and starts walking me in some direction. “It was.. nice meeting you!” I shout to Yaga and wave.

He nods and walks in the other direction.

I finally gain the courage to ask this Satoru guy. “So.. Satoru?”

“Satoru Gojo is the full name if you’d like.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, uh, Gojo. Can I ask something?”

“What’s up?”

“What’s with the blindfold? Can you see?”

He smiles and nods. “It’s something like really good sunglasses. I’ve got sensitive eyes, you see.”

“Ohhh..” I nod in understanding.

“How about we swing up to the classrooms and you can say hi to some of the students? We have poor enrollment so it’s only a handful, but they’re a lively bunch.”

I nod and smile, feeling myself get slightly excited at the prospect of seeing his vessel again. I want to stand proud and hope Sukuna sees my effort.

“Do you know anyone at either of our schools?” He asks suddenly, as we walk towards a larger building.

I shake my head. “Nope. Wow.. it’s so pretty up here.” I look around in awe before hearing clamor and seeing three students walk out the side of the building.

“There they are! Our beautiful first year bunch! They hold so much potential. You wait here and I’ll brief them so they don’t scare you.”

“Um.. okay. I’ll wait here then.”

He strides in their direction and I assume talks to them about me. I see a black haired boy, the vessel, and a brown haired girl.

I can’t help the desire that flows through me now, but I resist the urge to conceal it. I want Sukuna to know just how badly I want him.

They start walking towards me and I take that as my signal to do the same, and approach them as well. My heart races and I guess I can play this off as normal anxiety, but it’s so much deeper.

The pink haired vessel jogs ahead of the group to greet me. “Hi! I’m Yuji Itadori!”

“Oh, hello!” I say awkwardly, my eyes drifting to the fingers I sucked just last night.

“You alright?” He moves in closer and I instinctually flinch, trying to simultaneously control my breathing. “You look pale.”

I offer a chuckle, “it was the stairs up.. made me exhausted.”

I can’t manage to look him in the eye.

The others catch up and Gojo puts his hand on Itadori’s head, “now now, what did I say about scaring the visitor?”

The girl looks me up and down, “Are we finally getting another girl around here Gojo?”

The black haired one rolls his eyes and nods at me, “Sup.”

“Hello..! I’m a student and Tokyo University and I-“

“Woahh a university student?!” Itadori almost shouts.

I nod politely, still unable to make full eye contact with him, “I wanted to research religions and whatnot.” I shrug, trying to be casual.

The black haired guy eyes Gojo but he doesn’t even pay him mind.

“What year are you?” The girl asks.

“Second. I’m not that much older than you guys I suppose.” I give a faint laugh.

“You’re like.. five years older.” The black hair one deadpans.

I shrug again and laugh this time. A real laugh. They chuckle with me and Gojo claps.

“Aaaaallrighty then! How about you three show our guest around?” He stands behind them and pushes them simultaneously before striding away. “I’ll walk you down those stairs on your way out!” He shouts as he waves.

I wave back and look at the three students, suddenly very uncomfortable. I sigh.

“Gojo is such a pain, we convinced him to let us show you around. Cmon.” The black haired one says and walks away, similar to Gojo.

Itadori places himself next to me, “That’s Fushiguro and that’s Nobara.”

I nod and start walking, Nobara standing next to Itadori.

“Look at Megumi trying to act all cool in front of a girl.” Nobara scoffs, holding in a laugh.

I talk low and with a smile to Nobara. “But I’m like.. five years older..”

She laughs and yells out. “Megumi! Get your ass over here and stop leading us like a pack of dogs!”

He sighs and slows down, joining my other side.

I opt to ask, “Soo.. what classes do you take?”

“Religion, math, social studies, the normal stuff.” Megumi offers.

“Do you guys study yokai and whatnot?”

“We do-“ Itadori starts and gets cut off my Megumi.

“Delve into some, yes.”

“Do you guys have a favorite?” I ask, trying to pry. “For whatever reason.” I shrug.

Nobara answers first “I don’t give a crap about that crap.”

Megumi thinks but Itadori answers, “I never thought about it.. probably one that is strong and can do something cool!”

“I like all shikigami.” Megumi answers plainly.

My eyes widen, “I love the concept of shikigami dogs! Like a little ghost friend but dog.” I laugh with excitement but Megumi’s eyes widen.

I haven’t met anyone who knew what a shikigami was.

“So what’s your favorite?” Itadori asks as we approach a building.

I look up in the sky, already knowing my answer but debating on how to say it. It’s how I’ll pull information from them.

“Well I’ve researched a ton but gained a special interest in yokai that were human or real and became yokai.. But uh I think the name is Suh- Sukuna?”

They all freeze but I continue. “He seems cool since certain depictions show him as this awful being but others depict him as some sort of protector.” I shrug. “Kinda cool how the stories are mixed I guess.”

“That’s a weird coincidence.” Itadori says.

“Yeah, we were just studying him.” Nobara chimes in.

Megumi’s on his phone and I realize I may have fucked up.

I change the topic to talk about the building and history and pull out my notebook to take notes once we get into the building.

They show me around multiple buildings and bring me to a courtyard. Gojo laying on the grass.

“Does he usually do that?”

In unison they all say “yeah.”

He sits up and turns to us and waves, beckoning us over. We walk over and Gojo pats the ground next to him while looking at me. “How about you leave our guest with me and you all go play.”

“We’re not kids.” Nobara says as she starts to walk away as the others wave bye.

I sigh. “They’re quite the handful.” Gojo remarks.

“They were nice. They showed me around the buildings. Got a ton of cool history.”

“Mhmm I bet. Listen, I know you’re here on some research project, but I think it was fate that brought you here!” He leans into his hands splayed on the grass behind him.

“What do you mean?”

“Each one of these kids are a certain type of.. special. And I have a good eye for that sort of thing. But I see that special in you too.”

I cock my head to the side. “I don’t get it. I’m a university student.”

He laughs, “This is deeper than just schooling. You have a gift that can be cultivated to bring good to the world. You can save lives.”

“But I don’t-“

“I know I know you think you have no redeeming qualities yada yada yada. How’s this.. I’ll show you the type of things you can do, and you can go home and think it over?”

I nod. “Sure, I guess.”

I internally freak out, not believing that Sukunas plan worked out so perfectly. He might even reward me tonight.

The ache between my legs come back and it’s become all I could think about.

Gojo stands up, outstretching his hand for me.

“Up we go.”

I grab his hand and he pulls me up, still holding onto my hand once up.

“What beautiful soft skin you have.” He brings my hand up to his face and kisses it, making me blush and be confused.

“Oh um.. thank you..” I look away shyly and feel the desire build up. Sukunas words flash through me, something about whoring myself for his wishes.

The man chuckles and gives my hand a squeeze before letting go.

“We’re just going to go over in there for some privacy, okay?”

I nod, still blushing. “Sounds good..!”

I follow him into the building, the walk quiet. It looks like a gym. Padded walls and floors.

Gojo shuts the doors behind us and I look around. Just a few dummies and some workout equipment.

“You’re overflowing with power.” He says in a quieter tone. “I wanted to show you mine.”

He points his finger to something behind me. I turn around and see a pillow hurling right for me. Before I can do a thing it crashes into my face and I stumble.

“What the hell?!” I look behind the pillow as I hold onto it. “How did you?”

I turn back to him and he’s smiling smugly. “And for my next trick.. I want you to try and hit me.”

I shake my head, “I can’t do that.. you’ve been so nice to me.”

“Oh trust me I’ll be fine. You won’t get anywhere close.” He beckons me over with a hand and I stand in front of him, looking up at him. I look at his arm and playfully try to punch it before stopping short, my hand feeling like its been stuck in a slime sucking me in.

“What did I tell ya?”

I pull back and just try to poke him this time, just falling short of ever reaching him. “That’s insane..”

“You can do this too. Well, not this.. but your own specialty. Whatever you want, whatever calls to you.”

I gulp, realizing how easily convinced I’m being. Maybe I should just tell this man about Sukuna. Maybe he can protect me since Sukuna knows where I live.

But.. last night was so insane. I can’t begin to think of leaving that behind.

“I don’t know.. I don’t even know how to control anything.”

“Bingo.”

I tilt my head in confusion.

“You knew you had some sort of powers, but didn’t know how to control it. And that’s why you’re here. You don’t have any silly research to do.” He gets all up in my face and I flush, I’ve been caught. “I can teach you if you’d like. Of course, that means field work and-“

“W-wait.. I don’t know what you’re on about. I’m already in school.”

“Cmon sweetheart, don’t lie to me. Your cursed energy is either flowing out of you or looking like a lousy attempt to keep it contained.” He leans down to my ear, “I can help you control it, I am the strongest after all.”

I blink through my options. He doesn’t have suspicions of Sukuna, so I think I’m still in the clear. But part of me had hopes my training would’ve been with Sukuna. Why would it?

“Here, give me your hand.” He raises his palm up and I take it, curious. “Now imagine all your negative emotion spilling from your hand to my hand.”

I do as he says with ease. He chuckles and continues, “Now visualize it turning into a bouncy ball between our hands.”

I concentrate, trying to imagine my energy turn into a ball, but give it spring enough to bounce. It feels more like a sticky glob and before I realize, I’m panting lightly.

“That’s alright. You did great for a beginner! So when are you free? We should go through this stuff every day, but I trust you can do a bit of homework.”

“Wait.. wait. I.. why do I need this?” I ask, in effort to sound convincing that I truly have no idea what’s going on.

“Well, you could be selfish and learn it for your own good. Or you can help us out here.. But your energy overflows so much, I would recommend you at least learn enough to get that under control.”

“Why would I need it under control?”

He sighs. “Listen. You’ve probably seen some unpleasant.. monster looking creatures right?”

I nod slowly.

“They’re not friendly. And when they sense someone like you well, that makes you a target.”

I let out a deep breath. “Fuck.”

“Fuck indeed. So do you think Tuesdays at 10 work?”

I look at him with a crazed expression. He just told me I’m in danger and is scheduling me in like a doctors appointment.

I pull out my phone to look at my calendar, mumbling to myself. “This is crazy..”

“It is. But don’t worry. You’re in good hands now. By the way.. one of my students told me about your adoration for Sukuna, the yokai you were talking about earlier?”

I freeze up a bit but try to play it off. “Oh yeah! They all looked at me like I was crazy earlier. They said they just learned about him so I thought that was kinda a fun coincidence. But I wouldn’t say I adore him.”

“Then what would you say?”

“I just like how he’s depicted in different ways. Some good and some bad depending on the region.”

“I see.”

I go back to my phone and look up at Gojo. “Tuesdays should work for me!”

“Great! So see you tomorrow?”

“I guess.. if we must.”

He laughs, “Well let me get you out of here. Now that you’re one of us, it’ll be an easier walk.”

I look at him like he’s on drugs. “O..Kay..?”

He laughs more and puts his arm around me, leading me out of the room. I guess training can’t be bad if it’s with this guy. He seems chill enough. Probably wouldn’t choke me while training.

I flush at the memory and feel my excitement peak.

“You okay?” He says in a low gravelly voice.

“Yeah, why?”

“You’ve been.. nothing it’s nothing.” He opens the doors for us to the outside and we walk side by side to that torii gate he met me at.

“And for my third trick!” He puts his hand flat on my back and in an instant we’re at the bottom of the steps.

I look around like I’m the one on drugs and then up at the stairs. “What.. how did you? I’m so confused right now.”

“Here’s my number. Give a call when you get here tomorrow.” He hands me a piece of paper with a grin. “You can also call if you get lonely.” He shrugs with a wink but I blush and stare at him incredulously, mouth agape in shock. “Anyways, gotta run! See you tomorrow!”

And like Sukuna, he’s gone with a gush of wind before I could say anything.

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Burning. Everything was burning. My thighs, lungs, and determination to get the hell out of here was on fire. Dim lights were the only grace of vision offered in these rooms that tangled in a sick maze-like fashion. The back of my head rings with a deja vu-like memory of this place, leading me towards the exit. I can’t remember how or why I know this, but out of survival, I run.

My boyfriend was close behind, taking different turns but always catching up to me, trusting me. I’ve been panting and screaming at him to follow me, to go around objects, and to keep running.

I always thought I’d reach this point of adrenaline and fight-or-flight in response to some wild animal. But I felt like a prey. A mouse with a broken leg desperately trying to get away from hungry, feral tiger.

I didn’t know who was chasing us, but it was no animal. A person, a supposed human being with a family, chased us in black and blended with the shadows.

An effort for a fun time quickly turned terrifying and probably even life threatening, but I’m not one to find out.

I’ve heard about this mall that seemed to tumble and stack on top of each other. A new stand and shop everywhere you looked. We were following the crown outside. Cloths with coins sewn into them were draped above us, transparent enough to let light through from the sun and light up all we can buy.

We ventured deeper into the building, escaping the buzz of outside traffic. There were no windows, but had a winding staircase that kept going up and down. Rooms seemed to branch out from the staircase into their own corridors with places to sleep, eat, and buy more stuff.

We climbed up to the top, then started going all the way back down, passing the main branch we entered from. It got darker and the lights got dimmer, but where’s the fun in no thrill? We kept on going and found that more and more doors were closed the further we went until the stairs stopped.

There was a hallway that was actually well lit that seemed to branch into different rooms on both sides of us, giving a museum type vibe. We walked and looked at some empty stalls before getting creeped out and deciding to look at one or two more booths before leaving.

Then the lights went out.

I felt myself hold my breath but I internally calmed myself. Surely the power just dipped for a second and it’s all fine.

Then a slam.

I looked back towards the way we came in and there was nothing there. The door was closed and someone was there, locking it up.

I turned to my boyfriend and whispered, “maybe they’re closing?”

He shrugs and we started walking towards the man and shout a bit towards him. “Oh, I’m sorry, we can leave now! We didn’t know you were closing up”

The figure turned around at us and I realized I couldn’t even see his face from how covered he was. “Leaving isn’t fun for anyone, now is it?”

My heart stops and I feel the instant urge to run as the man starts walking towards us. My boyfriend grabs my arm and pulls me behind him. I can’t remember what happened, but I know words were said before I screamed after the man in black lunged at my boyfriend and I started running.

He must’ve gotten that shadow man off of him now that he’s running through these dark corridors with me, but I can’t even think about that now.

I feel the exit approaching. A different staircase that leads straight outside. I look behind me and my boyfriend turns into another room. I can’t follow him. I want to but I can’t. It doesn’t have an easy way back to where I’m going, but he saw where I was before I turned.

I push towards the exit, climbing stairs as the light from the cracked open door filtered in. I feel tears brim my eyes in joy. I can’t believe we got out. It’s so close I could scream and kiss the ground. But realistically, I need to keep running. I need to run until I find a crowd. Until I can blend in and calm down. And then go somewhere my boyfriend can find me or where I can wait for him.

Only a few more steps before I reached the door, I feel something wrap around my waist, making me jolt and start screaming as a try to wrench myself away.

There’s no way the man caught up with me. I looked behind myself a few times.

Two strong arms held me in place as I screamed and tried everything to get away. An arm moved so the hand could cover my mouth. A laugh, a male laugh, shuddered through me and tickled the skin near my neck and left ear. “Be good now.”

A surge of adrenaline rushes through me and I go wild, flailing and trying to hit the man anywhere I could. He surprisingly uncovers my mouth and I start screaming wildly for help and my boyfriend, still flailing and beating him where I can as he moved his hand away from my face.

I didn’t notice until it was too late. His hand was between my legs and pressed flat against me, violating but unmoving. Only a layer of sweatpants and underwear separating direct touch.

He held me firmly and I tried hard to move away from him while screaming, but his arm around my midsection held me firmly in place. Then his fingers gently traced from my entrance to my clit, stopping there to tickle it with all his fingers.

My voice cracks mid scream and I try to pull away from him to no avail. I try to hit him harder, try to headbutt him, but my body started heating up. He whispered in a raspy voice while continuing his assault, “Keep fighting. Keep pretending you don’t want this.”

He switched to featherlight circles on my clothed clit with a single finger and I continued screaming for help, twisting and turning in his grasp but getting no where even as I scratched him hard. My pussy was pulsing and my clit felt like a live wire as I fought, somehow feeling more aroused than usual.

Then the hand went away and I let out a breathy whine by accident before I screamed more. My throat was hurting and I was scared. I didn’t want this. I don’t wand to be raped. I was so close. The door is right there.

I feel his hand, big and warm, slip under both my sweatpants and underwear and I go ballistic. I’m fully thrashing around kicking my feet in the air. But that doesn’t stop him. His fingers dip shallowly into my hole and I groan into another scream, throwing my head back and trying to not let my body give into this. “You *do* like this.” I start whining and gasp loudly as his fingers drag the wetness he collected to my clit. “Just a poor little girl that wants to be chased and touched so nicely.” As he reaches my clit, his fingers start circling it, making me go undone.

I can’t help moaning and my body growing weaker and more unable to fight back and thrash around. I try to pull myself together and talk, “why?” I cry out, hoping I could negotiate my way out of this.

I hear his chuckle before he pinches my clit slightly and I buck my hips without thinking. He goes back to my hole and shallows it, circling and barely dipping his finger inside. “Why? I like to give pretty girls extreme pleasure, that’s all.”

My head goes fuzzy with his words and my mouth hangs agape as he plays with my hole. I feel myself pulse, wanting his finger to plunge into me. I try to blink away the thoughts and feel incredible shame pour through me, knowing my boyfriend is being hunted at the moment.

”S-stop.. Let me go..!” I try to scream, but it comes out as a sad hoarse moan.

His fingers pull back up to my clit and he circles it roughly, making me gasp and look down at his hand in my pants. “Do you really want me to stop? I need to at least make a pretty girl like you cum first.” He pauses and gets closer to my ear so I can feel his breath. “So how about you cum all over my fingers right now then, hm?”

His words go straight to my clit and I feel myself get closer than I’d want to admit. I start grinding on his hand and he chuckles again. “Aw, that’s it. I knew you were a good pick.”

I start breathing harder as his fingers move in a frenzy, going from slow gently circles, to fast hard circles, to slow hard circles, and fast gentle circles. I feel my head go lightheaded as I get closer and closer, my breathing becoming more clipped.

Then he moves his fingers back to my hole. “Can’t cum without giving this poor sopping hole attention too?”

I whine and realize I’m holding onto his arm tightly instead of fighting, but can’t bring myself to fight as he circles the rim of my hole and swiping his finger tip in. After what feels like forever of his teasing, he barely dips a finger in, going up to his first knuckle and submerging only his fingernail.

He keeps dipping that little bit in, making my clit feel insanely needy. I whine loudly and he only chuckles before moving some of my wetness onto my clit making me moan loudly and squeeze his arm harder. But he doesn’t stay there. His finger goes back to shallowing me until my head goes dizzy and I’m spilling small moans. “Your hole is so plump and ready. I can easily just-“ his finger pushes easily all the way in in one fast thrust, causing me to bend over a bit, “do this.” He finishes his sentence and pulls his finger all the way out slowly before roughly thrusting it all the way it, earning a surprised moan.

He keeps doing that and slowly picks up the speed, pushing his finger hard into me faster and faster. I screamed slightly as his thumb found my clit and gently brushed it, still lubed with my juices.

My clit was on fire and a guttural moan escaped me as he curled his finger, scratching my g spot. “There it is.” He muttered in my ear and kept pushing against it, curling into it and aiming his finger for it as he thrusted in. The amount of stimulation made my clit over sensitive. The small brushes from his thumb driving me closer and closer to the edge.

I dig my nails into his arm holding me and my moans get louder, more scared. “That’s it. That’s it. There you go.” His words make my head dizzy and I feel my end edge closer and closer.

Just as I feel my orgasm about to snap I hear him command me. “Come.”

I feel the orgasm overflow through me as his finger thrusts inside of me, scratching at my g spot, and thumb swiping back and forth at my clit. I scream and moan loudly, holding onto him tight and riding his hand. “There you go, let it out, let it *all* out.”

I ride my high of an orgasm for what feels like a minute. As my moans quiet down and the faint feeling of pleasure spills out in quieter, shameful moans, his finger slowly pulls out of my pussy and he shallows it again, his thumb off of my clit. Small moans spill out as I come down from the high, but his wet finger drags my juices up to my clit to circle it again, gently and feather like, but putting me into a frenzy.

My moans get chaotic and I start fighting again, pushing his arm and trying to pull away from the intense overstimulation of pleasure. I start screaming again, “No. please stop! I can’t. I can’t. It’s too much!!”

He chuckles and continues his assault on my clit, my hips trying to buck him away, but feeling a new knot in my stomach tighten at the same time. “Can’t have you thinking about anything other than the pleasure I’m giving your poor clit.” He continues the slow circles as I twitch in his arms and moan over and over. “You can’t run away if all you want is to cum.”

The sudden reality of the situation sunk in, but my body was overstimulated with a finger torturing my clit, suddenly starting to flick it back and forth. My mind was hazy with desire and the need to cum again. He was right. I wanted him to make me cum. But I need to leave. I need to find my boyfriend.

My stomach drops and I think about my boyfriend. In my defense I tried to get away. But I couldn’t help it. I can’t get away. And now I’m getting insane amounts of pleasure. It doesn’t matter. I have a boyfriend that does this. I don’t need this random man.

His finger dips back into my sopping hole and brings my slick up to my clit over and over until I start moving my hips so he can focus on my clit. “Impatient now, aren’t we?”

I whine loudly as he keeps doing that motion, finger dragging from hole to clit, over and over again. “Walk.” He commanded again and took a small step behind me, gently pushing me with his chest to my back.

I take a small shaky step, my leg burning from running and being tense from the pleasure. His finger was still slowly tracing the length of my pussy. “Good girl.” And then he circled my clit in small tight circles, making me go lightheaded and moan continuously. After a few seconds of that he resumed going from hole to clit again.

I whine and feel his face nuzzle against my head, close to my ear. “Walk.” He whispered gently this time, but with an edge of commandeer to it.

I move my other leg as he assaults my pussy slowly and take a step. He takes a small step behind me, “We’re going to turn around and go down a few steps, okay?”

My fear bubbles up inside me, but my pussy is controlling my thoughts. I don’t want this to stop. “I don’t want to die.” I say, my voice cracking and tears streaming down my face. I didn’t even think I was going to die, but as if part of me would die if I followed him.

“You won’t die. I can promise you that.”

His finger gently focuses back on clit, moving it from side to side and making me hold in a moan.

”I don’t want to be trafficked.. please, please.” My voice wavers with my tears and I sniffle, holding onto his arm.

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Darling, I told you I like to pleasure pretty girls, not traffic them.”

He suddenly stops his movement on my clit and spreads the lips around my clit with his fingers, leaving me a pulsing needy mess, desperately wanting his touch.

“And you’re a pretty girl in need of pleasure judging on how you’re trying oh so hard to grind on my hand.”

I suddenly become aware and stop myself from grinding in the air, not even knowing when I started.

“You’ll be my new plaything.”

His finger grazes my open clit, my lips still spread, and I can’t help the moans.

“I have a boyfriend.”

He laughs this time and shallows my hole, collecting juices. “And whose cum is all over my hand, hm? Whose hole is begging to be fucked by my fingers? Whose clit is aching so much for my attention?” He sounds angrier with each sentence, sounding more forceful.

I stay quiet, scared and trying to control my body.

“Questions require answers. Whose pretty pussy needs to cum again?”

“…mine.” I mumble, feeling the embarrassment choke me. I don’t even think I was breathing.

“You’re so smart, darling. And who’s going to let me pleasure her until I’ve had my fill?”

“Me…” I choke out since he brought my slick up to my spread clit and flicked it back and forth.

“And who is going to beg me for more?”

“M-me..” I stutter, the pleasure crippling me, hoping that he’ll let me go if I say what he wants.

He leans close to my ear, “Does it sound like I care if you have a boyfriend?”

I shake my head.

He moves his finger away from my clit and I whine. “Words.” He commands.

“No..” I say shakily and he continues his assault on my clit, making my head a little lightheaded.

“Good girl. Let’s start walking then.” He moves his hand away from my pussy and repositions so he’s cupping it again but directly this time, his finger dipping into my wet hole and slowly moving it back and forth, not getting deep at all, but making me go crazy.

I start making small steps and turn around like he told me to while his finger teased my hole. He guides me down a few steps while holding me around my midsection and by my pussy.

“Open it.” I snap out of my daze and look around for something to open, but a door at the side of the steps that blends in completely with the wall opens up. It must be where he came out of and ambushed me.

He leans down to my ear and whispers very lowly, “the faster we get inside, the faster I can doll you up and play with you.”

I feel a rush of excitement go straight to my clit and I nod my head smally before starting to make small steps towards the door.

I shouldn’t do this. I should fight back. He thinks I’m compliant now, maybe I can fight back and get away. His grip on my waist has loosened up slightly, but I doubt I can slip away.

While making baby steps towards the door I rack my head on how to get out while he’s holding me so close. I decide to wrap my arms around myself, feigning embarrassment, but suddenly move my arm up to elbow him in the ribs. Just when I think I can run as he seems to lose his footing, his finger rams up inside of me and consistently curls over and over to scratch my g spot. My entire pussy lights up with need and I stumble from all the movement.

“I know, I know.” His grip returns around me, firm and knowing. “I can’t fault you for being scared.” He pulls his finger out of me and quickly moves to my clit, pinching it hard. I wince.

“But next time, I’ll edge you until you’re sobbing and ruin your orgasms for a week. Now walk.”

I breathe in shakily, scared but equally excited in his promise.

I start walking slowly towards and through the door with so much fear. The door gets closed behind us and someone starts following us from behind. The man leads me through dark corridors and into a room that felt rundown.

There was a dim, yellow lamp in a corner, a black table that seems tall, and a wooden dresser than seemed very out of place up against the wall.

The door closes behind us after taking a few steps into the room and I look around, noticing two people in black behind us.

I start breathing hard and shaking from nerves, not knowing how I let myself be kidnapped like this. The man holding me gently rubs his thumb against my ribs with the arm that’s holding me. “No one will hurt you. If you are in pain, just say. Now…” he slips his finger out from my pants and I feel how wet I’ve become from my underwear.

“Time to train you.”

A hand covers my mouth and nose with a cloth and everything goes black.

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My head feels heavy and groggy when I come to. I feel cold and try to hug myself, but I quickly realize my arms have been restrained above me and my legs restrained below me.

I started breathing hard and my vision starts to unblur as I hear a familiar voice. “You’re okay, you’re okay. Just calm down, I’m here.”

An odd sense of calm goes over me as I try to look for the man but my head can’t turn that far back.

The table im laying on suddenly starts tilting so as to stand me up. I scream a bit, scared of falling off.

“You're okay. Don’t worry.”

I flinch at the feeling of a hand on my bare hip, obviously from the man from before. He only strokes my hip bone with his thumb in a soothing way.

I’m now vertical on the table, my feet hovering a few inches off the floor. My naked body on full display.

I breathe heavily and feel both hands on my waist. “It’s me. I’ve got you.” He rubs my waist to calm me down and moves down to my feet behind me so I can’t see.

He moves the table so my legs start spreading. The table turned from a normal table to an X form. He does the same thing for my arms so I’m in a full X position.

He runs his hands from my hands to my waist. “Green means go, red means stop”

His hands move to cup my breasts and his thumbs move against my nipples. “You understand?”

I nod my head.

He pinches my nipples hard and I moan loudly. “Words.”

“Y-yes!”

“Good.”

--—-

We were at a store they owned a small while away from the mall.

The man was standing behind me, his arm loosely around my waist and fingers playing with my exposed pussy lips. He’s done this the entire way here. The other two were somewhat in front of me, watching as I decided what pretty underwear I wanted.

I turned my head to talk to the man. “You’re being mean.” He continues teasing my pussy by only playing with the lips, never touching anywhere that needed it.

“You don’t want to see me being mean. Now what do you prefer?” He gestures to the underwear laid out in front of us. “There’s this pink transparent one with polka dots! Or this white one that’s open on the bottom but looks like a mini skirt? There’s also this leather black one that has a reattach-able bottom.”

I was zoning out. I could only focus on his fingers on my lips, how much I wanted them in me or on my clit.

“Um…” I look at the two ahead of me. A ruggish girl and a guy, both tall and in dark baggy clothing.

I make eye contact with the girl and she shrugs, but doesn’t seem judgemental. She comes over to inspect the underwear and holds them up to me.

I was wearing a skimpy outfit put on by the man. My breasts showed through a transparent lacy white top that clung to my skin and grazed my sensitive nipples that were being squeezed with clamps.

He made me take off my other underwear for this excursion, leaving me bare for him to tease for the past hour while he rotated underwear for me to choose from. He’s become more sadistic since I first met him, but hasn’t done anything to hurt me. If edging doesn’t count.

His finger spreads my lips and my breath hitched, hoping he’d touch my aching clit finally. My lower lip trembled and I felt myself getting worked up.

He chuckled and dipped a finger slowly and shallowly into my wet hole. I moan softly and grip the table in front of me.

The other girl must’ve put down the underwear because she was brushing my hair out of my face gently while the other guy circled behind me and looked where I was being touched.

“Boss. Let me have the other?” The other guy spoke.

There’s a pause. I don’t know what that means and get scared.

“Once she chooses.”

“Appreciate it.”

Another pause and his finger moves back to my lips. “Time to pick something cute, darling.”

I stand more straight and the other girl looks at my options. I reach out for the white one and hold it up seeing her smile behind it.

“This one..” I say in a small voice.

“Go on then, put it on.” He moves his hand off of me and I slowly pull the underwear on, looking at it and making it move by twisting my waist.

He presses up against my back and wraps his arm around me, whispering in my ear. “You look so tasty in it. Bend over.”

I feel my excitement bubble up and hope I finally get my release. I bend over on the wooden table on top of the other underwear and stick my butt up and arch my back, hoping it makes him want to pleasure me more.

I hear footsteps and shuffling. The girl starts running her fingers through my hair, making me sensitive in the right ways and on edge. The man moves his hand away and suddenly I feel a hot breath near my pussy. It’s pulsing like crazy and I can only imagine how good it’ll feel.

Before I could think anymore, I feel a warm wet tongue lick my ass hole. I shudder and let out a guttural moan, the pleasure shooting into my clit. Another lap and I’m already shaking. He pauses and I heard footsteps and someone leaning to my face.

“No coming.” The boss man speaks close to me.

“Okay..” I mumble, feeling disappointed but hoping he’ll still let me after.

Before I can mope too much, my hole gets assaulted with the guys tongue. It flattening over my hole and shooting pleasure straight to my clit. I couldn’t help but melt into a moaning mess. Silently thanking this man for giving me this much pleasure using my ass. I decide I need him to know.

I need him to know how much I needed this.

My voice comes out strained and in between moans, “thank you.. th-thank you!!”

There’s chuckles all around me and I hear the girls voice next. “We trained her so good” and she scratched my scalp in a way that felt so good.

“No, no.” The boss man spoke next while I moaned from the other guy eating out my ass. “She was always meant to be trained. She practically begged for it.”

All their words mixed with my pleasure and I couldn’t feel anything but it. I wanted to cum so badly, and if I do they’ll for sure ruin every orgasm I’ll have. I grip the table and pant. “Feels.. so good. My ass. Please. Wanna cum..”

I get a harsh grip on my hair and am forced to look up at the boss. His face soft despite his grip. “You’ll cum when I say you’re ready.”

I whine loudly, feeling the orgasm tighten. “P-please!! Please please please I need to please!!” I start begging, tears forming at my eyes.

He continues to hold my hair and crouches down to my level. “This is nothing, darling. I can strap you into my edging machine if you want instead?”

My eyes go half lidded at that and I feel my orgasm approach and start screaming and pulling away. “S-stop stop I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum!!!”

The guy at my ass slows down and stops. “There’s a puddle beneath you from how wet you are.” The guy says, breathlessly.

I whine and pant softly against the table, my orgasm slowly fading away. I was rigid, scared that any movement would push me over.

“I didn’t say to stop.” The boss says. I look up at him, scared.

“I-I can’t.. I’ll cum if he continues..” I say, my eyes pleading.

“You won’t.” He nods at the other guy.

The guy holds my ass again and slowly licks my hole, carefully going around it and circling it.

I’m a mess of moans, feeling the pleasure slowly build back up. His tongue starts lapping at it and I feel the pleasure take over and start screaming, then he stops. I calm down and pant softly, and he does the slow build up again before lapping me up and bringing me closer before stopping. He does this until I lose track and am just trying not to cum.

My eyes are fully dazed and blurred, my cheek against the wood and a puddle of drool had formed. I was so focused on not coming, this guy knew exactly where I was at at all times.

I was becoming delirious.

“Please.. come..”

A round of chuckles surrounded me. I feel the boss man lean down towards the back of my head to whisper. “He’s only edged you 20 times. We can make that 50, right darling?”

I moan in frustration. “P-please.. t-twenty five..?”

I start moaning frantically again and he stops as I near my orgasm yet again.

“Would you like me to make you come or him?” He asks, not confirming my deal.

“I.. um.. I don’t care..” I say between moans.

He pulls away from me. “Edge her 29 more times.”

I felt the other man chuckle against my asshole and it makes me shiver. I said the wrong thing.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!! P-please.. I didn’t mean it!! I w-want y-you to make me come please make me come please please!!” I start pleading, picking up my head to look for the boss man, as my ass gets licked over and over, pushing me so close again.

Boss’s hand rakes through my hair gently. “You’ll learn through punishment” but he moved close to my ear and talks lowly, as if just for me to hear. “Imagine how good it would feel to come after being edged 50 times.. I bet we can stretch that orgasm to be over a minute.”

His words plus that man’s tongue flattening against my tight hole pushes me too far all at once and scream as I feel the orgasm start, not wanting to be punished. “No!! N-no..!” But im already coming hard, clenching around nothing and started to moan loudly before the man’s tongue disappeared. I whined loudly and grinded my ass in the air, needing to ride this out pathetically.

There’s a hand gently scratching my scalp but I was a mix of whines and moans, shaking as my ruined orgasm made me more sensitive and needy. I so desperately needed release, this felt so much worse than anything before. My entire body was a live wire and just the scratching at my scalp made me moan.

“Poor thing. Was that too much? I forget how much words affect that pretty little head of yours.” The boss man lies with a smile and a teasing tone. He scratched at my head some more and I moaned, grinding in the air, hoping the other man would come back.

His voice is distant now, directed to the others because it wasn’t for me. “Grab the usual.”

But his words stay with me, but not for too long. I had a small flare of jealously that others received this. I wanted to be the only one. I wanted to have all his attention.

There are footsteps that fade away but the boss man stays with me as my moans die out, fading as i continue to feel overly sensitive.

“Let’s get you on the table, okay?” His fingers gently rake through the length of my hair as he speaks soothingly. “It’ll be uncomfortable for a moment on the hard table, but I’ll make it up to you.”

His voice was so sweet to hear. He helped me stand up and guided me to sit and then lay down on my back on the table, on top of a few clothing articles. My breathing got deeper as he spread my legs open, my knees bent and in the air.

“I need to see how swollen she is.” He says looking directly at my twitching pussy.

He gets so close to it, I could feel his breathe on me. I couldn’t stop the soft moans and my hips from starting to grind up.

“Oh darling, I know.. But I need you to stay still for me. Can you do that?”

I whine and nod, stopping my attempts at getting his mouth on me. Feeling his breath still, he pulls apart my lips with both hands and blows a stream of air directly on my clit suddenly making me convulse with pleasure and nearly roll off the table.

“Aw look at your pretty clit! She’s so much more swollen than I expected!” He says with faux enthusiasm, but the words get into my head, making me pulse and twitch more.

Him referring to my clit like that stirs something in me and I need more.

“I bet I could make you come just by blowing on her, yeah?” His fingers move from spreading my lips to spreading out my pulsing, dripping hole.

“It’s so cute seeing your pretty hole flutter when it wants what I say. I bet it really just craves for my tongue to lap at it until you can’t think. Is that it? You want to be brain dead for your new master?”

His words made me pulse hard and moan out loud thinking about it. But his last words. It made me excited. I did want that. I wanted that so much. I started panting softly.

“Oh, that’s it..” his hands leave me, to my disappointment, but reappear gently against my cheek. “You’ll address me properly now, won’t you? You’ll be so good for your *master*.”

He drags out saying ‘master’ and it has me blushing like crazy as I look into his eyes in a mild daze.

“Go on. Use that pretty mouth if you have any words left for me.”

My bottom lip trembles but I overcome my embarrassment quick. “M-mmmaster.”

He smiles down at me and rubs his thumb over my cheek over and over. “That’s my good little girl.”

I smile big and feel myself pulse more. He’s actively unraveling me and giving me everything I’ve ever wanted.

“Oh, they’re back. Okay, you’re going to have to stay still, okay darling? You can do that for me?”

I nod my head as the footsteps reappear, leaning into his touch on my cheek. My sopping hole was still pulsing, craving any sort of contact.

He looked away from me and into the distance. “Perfect.” He purred then looked back at me, “Wanna get some fresh air, baby?”

I was torn. I wanted to come. I wanted to come to badly. I whine in response and I suddenly feel another presence. I look up to see the other girl behind my head.

Master removes his hand from my cheek but the girl scratches my hair with a soft smile looking down at my fucked out state. Her hands soon covered my eyes and she whispered, “Stay still, sweetheart. You’ll get what you want.” Her voice had an edge to it. It was like she knew how much I needed it.

Now with my vision blocked, I twitched when I felt a hand on each knee, pulling my legs apart again. Masters voice came next, “it’s just me, darling.” He caresses my knee soothingly and I breathe deep.

They’re all looking at my twitching pussy and the thought makes everything flutter even more and pulse harder. I felt master’s fingers trail down my thigh from my knee and let his two fingers trace the skin on either side of my pussy, getting dangerously close.

I’m moaning softly again, my hips trembling with want. He spreads my lips again and I feel myself pulse so hard, im pretty sure I thought I would come from this alone.

But then it happens, something touches my slick and almost shallows my hole, moving up and down without pushing in. I moan loudly at the foreign object and can’t stop myself from grinding my hips.

Quickly, my hips get held down with two strong hands as the object continues to move against me, threatening to go inside. I moan even louder, pulsing hard and trying to almost suck in the object.

Slowly, so very slowly, it gets pushed inside. I choke on a moan and am a mess of gasps and broken moans as it gets pushed further and further. It didn’t feel huge and didn’t stretch me out, but it was so long.

“That’s it, taking exactly whatever master gives you.” His words make my hole clench around the object and I cry out a deep moan, the pleasure shooting through me.

“You like being stuffed with little toys? Hm?” He starts moving the toy inside of me, angling it to press up where he usually scratches to find my g spot.

I’m a mess of moans and twitch and scream a little when the toy grazes over my sensitive spot, making me pant.

“There it is.” He sounded so enticing. So happy to have found my g spot, but doesn’t move the toy again.

I whine so loud, apparently the girl covering my eyes, moves a hand to pinch my nipple- hard.

I wince as I my body follows her hand pulling it up with a strong squeeze. “Shh. Be grateful.” A twist of my nipple, making my wince turn into a flood of moans. “Or would you rather he strap you in a machine and forget about you for days?”

My pussy pulsing hard around the toy that seems curved right against my g spot, making me moan louder and louder with each pulse. Her fingers let go of my nipple and that sensation rolls through me as well, the moans becoming frantic as I started twitching all over.

Masters hand rubs my inner thigh back and forth, “Stay as still as you can, okay darling? This is going to feel so good, but I can’t get it in position if you’re moving, okay?”

I nod my head, trying to breathe and stop my hips from moving even under the other man’s hold I assume.

My lips get spread again even further, exposing my clit. I pant and tense with a sharp gasp when I feel something else close around either side of my clit, slightly squeezing it.

My mouth hangs open as I moan over and over, but master continues, “just a little longer, baby…”

He sounded like he was working on a project, so focused.

Then I felt something ultra soft touch my clit, making me panicked and moan at the foreign feeling. I was so scared I needed to ask, “w-what I-is that..?!” I ask, my pussy twitching beyond my control.

“Your punishment.” Master says darkly.

The soft material wasn’t pressed up against my clit, but barely tickling me, making me feel so sensitive I couldn’t stop moaning as I twitched.

Master pulled down my legs and slipped on something to pull up over the toys, feeling like tight underwear.

At the same time, the hands on my hips and over my eyes disappear and I become a freely twitching mess on the table as I softly moan over and over. I quickly find masters eyes and I frantically speak, “it’s.. it’s touching m-my clit!” My hips were bucking at the feeling and I couldn’t stop it.

He moves closer to my face and smiles down at me. “Doesn’t it feel good?” He leans closer to my ear, “Doesn’t it feel good to have your clit tickled oh so lightly at every moment?” I moan loudly and shiver before he continues, “It’s too light to make you come, but it’ll get you so close to the edge, you’ll be writhing.” He says like a promise in my ear.

I moan loudly at the thought, but he starts helping me sit up, making my head go dizzy as I feel the toy inside press into my g spot even more. “Stand up, darling.” He gives me support as I stand, my legs shaking and my body still scantily covered. With each movement, my clit got brushed feather-like and it was driving me crazy.

He draped a long trench coat over my shoulders and moved to the front of me to zip it up. “Ready for some fresh air?” He says with a smile.

My eyes go wide as I look up at him.

He wraps an arm around my waist loosely and guides me to the door, the others walking ahead of us. I walk with calculated steps, the toy inside and on my clit making this excessively hard. After a few steps, not even out the door, I speak, “too.. much..”

“Oh baby.” He strokes my hair. “You can do it. It’s just a little walk to see how you behave in public! No one will get to you.”

I believed his words so willingly and kept walking with him to the exit door being held for us. I was still moaning with each step, but have been hiding it by looking away at the floor. I slipped my arms through the sleeves of the coat and brought one up to my mouth to bite a finger to hold in the moans.

Master just kept his arm around my waist and led us around the shadowy corridor around the building. It was a beautiful day out. The sun was out and the sky was blue. But my clit was being tortured with each step and I was feeling so very close to an orgasm.

I was slowly getting used to it after a few minutes of strolling quietly, and hesitantly pulled my hand away from my mouth. I breathed deep and shakily exhaled to avoid moans. But it only made my head get hazier as I pushed down the pleasure.

“That’s it. You see? Not so bad, right?” Master squeezes my waist a little and I lean against his chest for a moment, feeling so vulnerable and slipping deep into subspace.

He only held me closer and walked a touch slower. “You’re doing so well for me. I think I’ll reward you later. What do you think?”

I opened my mouth to talk but I couldn’t say anything. I closed it and nodded with a small ‘mhm’ sound while the image in front of me blurred.

He chuckles, “I think I’ll run you a warm bubble bath and brush your hair out while you relax in the water. I can also- hm.. do you like chocolates?”

I feel a flush of heat go through me, something like butterflies that settle in my stomach as I nod with a faint blush.

“Perfect. I’ll get you some of my favorite chocolates and lay you in bed. I’m sure your muscles will be so exhausted by the end of today.. how about I massage all that.. tension.. out, hm?” His thumb was caressing my side gently.

I blush again and nod. My mind was so hazy and the butterflies kept fluttering in my stomach. He was going to take care of me. He was going to keep me right here in subspace with everything that he did and I loved it so much.

He squeezes me against him and lets his hold relax again before leaning down to my ear. “And if you take your punishment like a good little girl and be obedient the rest of the day..” he has me hanging on his words, “then I guess I could lick up that pretty clit of yours before you fall asleep tonight. Or maybe I should wake you up like that? Hmmm..” he pulled away. “Decisions, decisions.”

I blush hard and cover my mouth to hide the audible moan that left me as I started panting and pulsing hard. That sort of thought made my insides go wild. I could barely keep it together.

He pulled me loosely along as he did before and I bit my hand again to hold in the moans. He made this so hard but I was loving it so much. I was so close but I was just out of reach. I held back from air humping in public but couldn’t stop twitching.

He chuckled in contempt and kept looking forward as I looked at the floor and blindly followed him.

It was only about two minutes later that I was being harshly pulled away from master and completely out of his grasp suddenly. My eyes went wide as I quickly looked at who had a death grip on my arm and was pulling me away quickly, making me almost stumble and making the toys inside of me bump into those sensitive areas and gasp.

It was him.

It was my boyfriend.

I realized I shouldn’t fight him. I should go with him. What I was falling into was.. bad I guess. But my entire body wanted to pull away and run back. But the embarrassment of that held me there. He looked down at me, “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

But my eyes were watering when I looked into his. I couldn’t tell if it was out of relief that he was safe or because I was sad I wasn’t going to get my bubble bath later.

“Excuse me.” Masters voice rang and my boyfriend was suddenly stopped by the other guy with a hand on his shoulder yanking him back to stop moving.

My thoughts drifted to how my boyfriend has no idea the man touching him now was licking me up moments ago, edging me to sweet insanity. I felt shame and embarrassment, but blushed all the same.

“Get the fuck off of me” my boyfriend pulled away and pulled me closer to him, making me softly moan which he overlooked.

But that was all the time master needed to be right in front of us. We were surrounded by the three and I felt my excitement grow, my pussy clench harder around the toy. I discreetly bit my hand and let my eyes roll back when my back was turned to my boyfriend.

“Oh, she likes this.” Master chuckles. “Tell me, who are you?” He looks above me at my boyfriend.

“None of your business.” He turns to leave and pulls me with him but is stopped again by the other man.

At this point, master had used the time to get a firm but gentle hold on my other arm. I looked up at him briefly before looking at my feet. I couldn’t decide. I wanted both. I didn’t want to decide.

But I think master already knew that.

“Let go of her!” My boyfriend yanks me but master holds on, trying to be gentle in his hold still. I gasp again, the toys shifting against me and making my vision blur slightly from the pleasure of moving so fast.

“How about we talk like two civilized people? Can’t you see she’s not even pulling away from me?”

My eyes widen at master’s words and I look at the ground frantically. The embarrassment was taking over and I was being yanked out of subspace. My heart raced and I was on the brink of hyperventilating. The only thing keeping me dazed was the soft feeling on my clit.

“Why would I talk to someone who kidnapped my girlfriend? Just let her go and I won’t tell the police.” He had both hands on my shoulders in a firm grip, almost hurting.

I clenched my teeth and kept my eyes on the ground.

“Kidnapped? She came willingly. She…” master paused, “…she couldn’t contain her excitement to be trained.” He said smoothly, making my cheeks turn a bright red.

“The fuck are you talking about? Did you fucking touch her?” My boyfriend quickly looked around to look at my face and spoke in a softer but panicked tone, “Baby, did they hurt you?”

I felt my breathing escalate and I looked away from him, from everyone.

“How about we solve this by her reaction? You see, she’s wearing a vibrator strapped to her pretty clit and has another inside her sopping hole.. neither of which is turned on.” master spoke like it was for me, making me pulse around the toy harder, but my boyfriends fingers dug into my shoulders making me wince. I instinctively pull away from him a little because of the pain.

“You’re fucking lying.” My boyfriend said more of a hope for himself.

“I am not. If she doesn’t come within 10 seconds then she may leave with you and I will not pursue.”

“Fuck you. Don’t you dare try to do anything to her.”

“Oh? And do you have an alternative method to let her decide?” His fingers squeezed slightly, but his thumb brushed against my arm soothingly where no one could see. “Her mind is a bit broken right now. She’d need to decide in a nonverbal sort of way.”

He was giving me an out. My chest tightened and butterflies came back.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath. And then into my ear he mumbled softly, “Please talk to me.”

I froze and didn’t move a muscle. I was so scared of embarrassment, I could barely breathe. I could never admit to my boyfriend how much I was enjoying this. He got scared the first and last time I slipped into subspace and I’ve been holding back ever since. Scared.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Master loosens his grip on my arm which makes me look up at him to see him take something out of his pocket. “Ten seconds.”

“No you ca-“

“Then I suggest you come up with an alternative. How are you so sure she wants to leave with you?” Master moves closer to us, his hand still gripping my arm. “Humor me.” He pauses, “What is the max amount you have edged her in a session?”

My cheeks burn. He hasn’t. He hasn’t ever.

“What do you mean?”

Master chuckles and looks at the other two. “Looks like we have our answer. Ten seconds.” He squeezes my arm. “Ready?” He was so close now. He held my forearm at his side now while my boyfriend was pressed up against my back and holding my shoulders.

I bite my lower lip and my boyfriend tries pulling me away again to no avail. “Dont.”

Suddenly, the toys on my clit started vibrating on either side of it, and the feather-like soft material started moving back and forth. It was softly brushing my clit up and down continuously. All at the same time, the toy inside of me started curling into my g spot repeatedly. All the sensations of sudden incredible pleasure hit me all at once and I doubled over, bending as I choked on a gasp and moan.

My boyfriend behind me loosened his hold in shock, allowing master to pull me closer to him and hold my head against his chest and scratch at my scalp. My boyfriend moved with me, and regained his grip on my shoulders.

“Six.. five..” master counted down.

I felt the orgasm barrel towards me. The ruined orgasm after all that edging earlier coupled with being on the edge while we walked for the past while was not a good combination for me to last over 10 seconds.

“Four.. three..” I felt my boyfriend squeeze my shoulders but it was far too late. I screamed as the orgasm took over me and instinctively clawed for the nearest thing- master’s clothes.

I moaned loudly and shook in both of their holds, finally being able to ride out my orgasm. I was so lost in it, I knew they were talking but I couldn’t even hear over the extreme pleasure. My moans came out ragged and depraved, like I needed this for survival.

I felt a few tugs as the orgasm died down but the toys kept going, overstimulating me. I screamed and looked up at master, “p-please stop!! T-too much!!”

“Oh darling,” he focused all his attention on me, “this is your punishment.” He moved his mouth to my ear, whispering so only I could hear, “But I’ll reward you so good later for choosing me.”

His words made me go delirious and moan loudly, gripping harder onto him as the overstimulation took over. He pulled me with him in a sharp tug and wrapped an arm around my waist, firmer this time.

“Stop it! She said to stop!” I heard his voice yell out with struggle and realize he isn’t holding me at all anymore.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Master stands up tall again. “This is her punishment for coming after 21 times of being edged when she knew it needed to be 50.”

“You’re sick.” He spat.

At my boyfriend’s words, I felt shame rise through me and tears prick my eyes as I tried to contain my breathing but was quickly starting to hyperventilate again, slipping out of the pleasure-filled haze. My grip on master faltered as I trembled from the words of my boyfriend. Am I sick for liking this? For wanting this? For wanting him to do this to me?

Master had leaned down and was whispering in my ear again, “Don’t think, let me handle that.” He caressed my hair and whispered again after I nodded subtly, “Color?”

I thought about it all. And even after everything he’s giving me an out. A way to stop all of this. A reminder. “Just nod your head, okay? Red?”

“What the fuck are you saying to her you bastard?! Get away from her!”

I kept my head still but tried to hold in moans as the toys were building up another orgasm.

“Yellow?” I clenched my teeth but stayed still.

I heard the smile in his voice, “Green?”

I nodded and immediately screamed as the vibrations turned up and my g spot got grazed faster. The soft material on my clit made it feel so unreal and sensitive beyond belief.

“That’s my girl.” He stands up tall again. I shake in his arms from blinding pleasure and a warmth blooming in my chest.

“Baby! Don’t listen to him! Please, don’t believe anything he says! I’ll get you out of this! I’ll-“

“Alright, that’s enough out of you. Since you’re not happy with the outcome, and since I am a very fair man, I will present an alternative where you will finally see that she has already decided.”

“What..?”

Master scoffs in disbelief.

“Did you know how much this girl craved to call you master?”

A beat. But my moans were the only thing filling the silence. I was biting my hand hard and felt hot. Hot shame.

“Did you know how much she wanted to submit to you? And yet here she is, submitting to me..” the connotation that I also call him master left the air tense.

The second orgasm quickly approached and I searched for a new grip on masters clothes. “I-i.. im!! I’m gonna..!”

The words came out before I could think. I was being watched as I unraveled and I was making it known to everyone without even realizing.

“Shh that’s it. Focus on how gently your clit is being caressed while being pinched between two vibrators. It feels so good doesn’t it? Come so hard for everyone to see, darling.”

His words make my orgasm crash through me but the thought of everyone watching me succumb to another orgasm fills me with embarrassment. I moan loudly and scream as i come, my legs shaking and giving out. But master supports me, holding me up by my waist.

“Oh that’s it, ride it out.” He brushes my hair with his fingers. “Does it look like she wants you?”

I’m a moaning mess and start screaming and twitching in his arms, trying to get away from the overstimulating pleasure strapped to me so well. I look up at him again, “s-sensitive!! P-please s-stop it!! I’ll be good I’ll be good!!” I beg, my mind turning hazy again as the pleasure overwhelms me.

“Please what?”

I blush hard and whine, “p-please… master!!”

He looks away from me and towards my boyfriend before pulling out the remote and clicking a button. It made everything buzz harder and move faster. I doubled over again and he caught me in his arms, this time turning me to face my boyfriend by holding my back to his chest as my legs gave out.

My boyfriend was being held in place by the other two, looking furious. I blushed hard and looked down, but bit my hand to hold in a few moans.

“Let her go!” He almost chants.

“I’m getting bored of this. Take him back. We have a walk to go on.”

“No! No let her go!! I’ll fucking kill you! Don’t hur- mmph!”

I look up to see him struggle against the man holding a cloth over his mouth and nose before he passed out.

“Dont worry..” Master almost sang to me as he lowered the vibrations to its lowest setting. “He won’t get hurt. And I have a feeling you’d like it if he was forced to watch.”

I moan loudly and bite my arm instead, trying desperately to be quiet.

“I thought so. Now then, I want to enjoy the beautiful day with you. On your feet.”

He helps me balance on my feet as I tremble and the others leave with my boyfriend going the way we came.

He had a firm grip on my waist as we started to walk. My eyes were glazed over and people started to walk by. I would cover my face as if it was too sunny in the shade and try to walk a little bit straighter.

But i don’t know how convincing I was.

My third orgasm was already approaching much slower than the others.

“Darling?”

I look up at him, hazy.

“Let’s sit on that bench over there.”

He points and I look as I breathe deeply and chew on my finger. It was a crowded area with benches strewn about a garden. I look back at him with worry and whine softly as I press into him.

“What’s wrong? Scared that it’ll press harder into your g spot when you sit?” He leans closer to my ear, “because it will.”

I shiver and whine more. He already started pulling me along and I took a few shaky breaths as we moved. When we reached the bench he sat easily and I watched.

“People will look if you don’t sit.”

I begrudgingly turn to sit next to him and instantly feel my g spot get ravaged even harder as my ass touches the seat.

My breath hitches but I manage to get away with a blush as he wraps an arm around my shoulders.

“I want to feel you come.” And then everything turned up two notches.

I bent over on the seat and held my stomach, feeling the pleasure push me into a third orgasm. Still bent over, I bite my finger discreetly and let my eyes roll back as the waves roll through me and I try to enjoy it. I didn’t realize how I was rocking on the seat, mimicking the motion the toy inside was making while it was hitting my g spot over and over.

“Stay still, darling. You’re in public” he reminds me.

I stop my rocking and feel the overstimulation come again, worse than before. I frantically look at him and whisper. “P-please master..! Too much!”

“It’s not too much if you’re still speaking.” He smiles at me and my lip quivers as I feel shocks of pleasure zip through me. I quickly resort to burying my face in his chest and blocking out my view of the world while I panted and bit my lip hard to prevent moans from slipping out.

He starts to gently rub my back in a soothing motion as if consoling me. “There you are. All you need is me.” He whispers. “Such a pretty girl needs her master to give her unbelievable pleasure, yeah? She needs someone who understands her little whines. Someone to edge her to the brink of insanity and then overstimulate.”

His words only make me shake more. I imagine it looks like I’m crying to him to the outside observer. My pussy pulses with each word making the next orgasm build up quick.

“You want to stay with master right? Is that why you came in seven seconds?”

I slowly nod my head against him, my mind so lost in the pleasure. I pushed into him hard, feeling so close again.

“Then come seven times. Show me how much you love what I do to you.”

At his words, I come a fourth time, holding onto him hard and biting my lip to hold it all in while my eyes roll back. I shake against him and he holds me tight, as if bracing me.

He keeps whispering dirty things into my ear as I stay hidden against him, riding out each orgasm into overstimulation until the seventh approaches. He squeezes my shoulders and slowly guides me off of him, giving me time to wipe my face and the stupid fucked-out expression I must be making.

He wipes my tears with a thumb and the vibrations lower a bit. His voice is soft, “I want to see you come so pretty in the pretty flowers.” He moves closer, holding the back of my head, “I want to see you ascend when you realize you yourself are but a pretty little flower.”

His hand brushes my face and I can’t help but blush as I was catching my breath.

He just complimented me back to back to back and my head was too hazy to think of anything but dumbly smile.

”Let’s go. And no coming before we get there.”

I nod and he stands up, gently helping me up onto my shaky feet and wrapping his arm firmly around my waist again. We walk towards the gardens and I see a section with rows and rows of tall flowers of all kinds. Some people were laying down, others were walking at the ends. But I was being guided into a row at the farther end. My orgasm was kept at bay, but I felt so sensitive.

His arms left me and I looked over to see master sitting down, guarded by the flowers. He raised his hands to guide me down and into his lap. With my back to his chest, this feels awfully similar to how we met, stirring up my insides and making me bite my lip.

There was no one around in this area but people could definitely walk by. His hand reached around me and unzipped the coat partially, fully making me freak out.

He slips a hand inside and finds my nipple, still pinched between clamps and brushing against lace. He rubs it through the lace and makes me gasp, but my head gets thrown back into his chest when the vibrations get higher than they’ve been before.

“Give me one more, my pretty little flower.”

I can hear the smile in his voice. But his delicate finger moving to my other nipple, the toys buzzing and brushing my clit, and the toy grazing my g spot constantly had my eyes rolled back as i covered my face with my hands, hiding myself from passerby’s.

“None of that. Hands down. Now.”

I whine and he tugs on the clamp, making me lurch. “Or no orgasm. And no reward later. I don’t reward bad girls.”

I whine more as I hesitantly pull my hands away and cross them against myself, trying to stabilize.

“Good. My god you’re so good. Now come. Come pretty girl. My pretty flower.” The vibrations turn up but my g spot is being absolutely abused. I bite my hand to hold in a scream and feel the orgasm barrel towards me.

Before I knew it, I was convulsing in his lap and coming so hard as he whispered how pretty I looked in my ear. Telling me how proud he was. How good I did.

“Such a pretty petal coming in my lap like this.”

“I’m so proud of my little girl. She did so good she’s coming so pretty.”

At the first whine and scared overstimulated twitch, he turned it all off. I let out a huge breath of relief and immediately felt the exhaustion and the subspace come back. His total control over me made me delirious once the orgasm died down. I was less worried about being seen coming and relaxed into subspace.

He held me so close and showered me with praise, “Oh, you did so good! My little girl won’t come before she’s allowed to. She’s so good and so pretty. Just a pretty little flower for me to adorn. You like that? Being my pretty little flower? Being all mine?”

I was a blushing mess and had gone completely nonverbal. His words pushed me deeper and deeper into subspace. I was like putty in his hands. My lips quivered and I really tried to talk but closed my mouth when words wouldn’t come out.

“Pretty girl too lost for words? It’s okay. I know everything you need. And right now..” he drags, turning me to look at him with a smile, “my pretty girl needs a little treat, doesn’t she?”

My eyes light up and he instantly chuckles. “You’re just the cutest.” His arms wrap around me tight and he pulls me down on top of him as he lays back in the grass, tall flowers on either side of us.

He holds me close as I lay on top of him and stare into the blue sky with a few clouds. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

I take a breath and relax but im still softly moaning very low moans because of aftershocks and everything still attached to me. I didn’t even realize how tense I was. I looked to my right and saw pink tulips. I smiled and looked at each and every one of them, trying to relax.

His hands rake through my hair and I close my eyes, letting go once more. Melting into him.

I was safe here.

A hand of his leaves me and reaches out to the flowers, his fingers brushing against the vibrant green stems. He picks one with a quick snap and rolls hit between his fingers, knowing I was watching. The whole ordeal making me pulse around the toy inside of me and causing me to let out a soft moan without thinking.

Then, he places the tulip in my hands as I fumble to hold it. “You know..”

He starts, as if he’s deciding if he should tell me or not. “You’ve been the easiest to train. Have you had a master before?”

I feel myself pulse again and my eyes roll a bit before I shake my head, no. But, I couldn’t help the flare of jealously fill me. Knowing there were others. I felt the need to prove myself. To be the best.

As if reading my thoughts, his fingers glide into my hands. Finding them fisted and full of anger, he pried them apart but made sure to keep the flower in one of my hands. His fingers interlaced with one of mine and he squeezed.

“I’ve yet to find a toy I want to keep.” He pauses and my breath stills. “I either return them to their normal lives… or they beg for a new master. To which I oblige.”

I still wasn’t breathing. Had I done something wrong? Was he ready to discard me already? I felt tears prick my eyes and being in subspace made them instantly stream silently down my cheeks. I stared up at the blue sky. This is it. I should enjoy what I have.

But then a sniffle gives me away.

He stiffens, a rare show of real emotion. “Darling?” He uses a free hand to prop himself up and looks down at me, hiding my face but my tears rushing out now. “Oh darling..” he sits up fully now and positions me so I’m sitting across his lap and he can cradle me, releasing my hand in the process.

Just me and my master in a flower field.

I can’t look at him, im so scared of losing this when I just got it. I don’t want to go back. How could I? Especially after that spectacle in front of my boyfriend.

He held me close and shushed me. “Tell me, darling, do you wish for me to keep you?”

I nod without hesitation, sniffling and rubbing my eyes with my coat sleeves, clutching onto the flower he gave me.

“Then I will. I think I finally found a toy to train beyond what I’ve been able to previously. I want to push my flowers limits. But first, I need to find them, don’t I?”

I feel my pussy clench hard to which I let out another soft moan.

“Your sweet cunt can’t lie to me. I should speak to her instead.”

His words made me lightheaded as the sadness turned back into excitement. I bite my lip and close my eyes.

“That’s it.. slip back into it. I control you. I make your decisions. I’ll keep you here and break you over and over just to soothe you before breaking you again.”

His words were getting to me and pushing me deep into subspace. But small soft moans left me over and over.

“My perfect girl. Let’s get you some icecream, yeah? You’ve been doing so well for me.” His thumb brushed the tears under my eyes and I looked up at him.

I misread the situation. He was saying he wanted me. He wanted me to lose control and push me. He actually wanted to take care of me. Have I been that starved, I immediately thought he would toss me aside after all this?

Suddenly, I screamed and pressed my face into his chest. The vibrator on my clit started rumbling with maddening speed.

After a few seconds it stopped and I caught my breath.

“You were looking off into space, darling. I had to bring you back to me.” A hint of possessiveness plagues his tone and I blushed, looking back up at him.

I finally appreciated him. How beautiful he was.

I close my eyes, visualizing my emotions again and pouring them into my hands, becoming sticky. I need to condense it. I need it to simmer away into something that doesn’t leak off of me.

A large breeze blows through my room and I shiver, but keep my eyes closed and my stance in place. I need to do this.

“Please.” I mumble under my breath, willing my visualizations to be reality.

“Condense.” I bring my hands together and make a cup with them, pooling the energy, willing it to be smaller.

I take a deep breath and imagine covering the pool of negative cursed energy with positive energy. There’s a lot of good in my life with the bad, but I can feel a warmth cover the cold stickiness.

I join my hands together, willing it into a ball, but it feels like jelly about to burst through my fingers so I move my hands back. “Cmon..”

I furrow my brows in concentration, eyes still closed, trying to condense everything further so it’s easier to manage.

I’m breathing hard, trying to keep a hold of the energy, it threatening to burst under pressure. I try to squeeze it harder and harder.

“Just hold it.” That gruff voice from earlier cuts through the air.

My eyes fling open and the energy turns back into jelly in my hands as I see him sitting across from me, on my desk. He’s got one knee up and is resting an arm on it while the other leg dangles towards the floor.

“Su- Lord Sukuna?”

“I didn’t say open your eyes, now did I?”

I quickly shut my eyes and wonder how long he’s been there. Why is he here already?

“Now don’t just squeeze harder. Hold it at a constant pressure. You’re a smart girl, you can do it.”

My concentration falters but I quickly recover, trying to manage the energy in my hands.

My heart is pounding. He’s here. He’s here and he was watching me. His words also plague my mind but I try hard to push them away to where they can’t affect me in this moment. I’ll let it affect me later when I’m alone and he’s gone.

I hold the energy at a constant pressure until I can do it comfortably. Focusing on breathing deeply.

“Now wrap it in another layer.”

I try to think positively, letting the emotions materialize and slowly move over the ball of cursed energy until I have a realization.

“Does positive energy cancel out cursed energy or just hide it?”

“Cancels.”

I hear him move and I freeze up, I shouldn’t have spoken.

“Now, keep your eyes closed.” I feel his hand wrap around my throat and every fight or flight signal is firing, but I stay still.

“Add a bit more, pressure.” He himself squeezes my throat slightly and I feel my concentration falter, the energy seeming to wobble in my hands as it destabilizes. As much as I try to focus on the energy, I feel a new surge of need between my legs. I try to push it down before he can realize but he only chuckles.

“You can’t go getting distracted under pressure, pet. Go on. Squeeze for me.”

He squeezes the sides of my throat a little harder, making me feel lightheaded and indescribably needy. I was grasping for the energy in my hands, willing it to at least just stay there. My attempts to squeeze it felt like squeezing a sponge soaked full of water and not like condensing the water into a tight syrup.

“Stupid human. Open your eyes. Look at me.” His tone was neither mad or amused, but a mix of the two.

My eyes flutter open and my vision is blurry as I look up at him. God knows what expression I’m giving him, but it can’t be good. He’s standing over me, strong hand around my throat, and looking down at me with a serious expression.

“Pathetic.” He squeezed a little harder and I automatically pull my hands to grasp his wrist holding me. He smiled before throwing me down against my bed, leaving me panting.

I breath hard, blinking and trying to regain my vision and common sense. I can’t get excited over something like that. He can literally just kill me. But I feel the need pool in my fresh garments. Taking a shower did nothing to ease the desire from earlier either.

As I regain myself, I start to sit up but get pushed down again. Not only pushed, but pinned. His hand is holding my shoulder against the bed as I look up at him in a daze, his head cocked to the side with a condescending expression and tone. “Did I say you could sit up, woman?”

“N-no..” I stutter out, realizing how scared I was.

He clicks his tongue a few times as if ashamed of me and speaks as if I’m a child. “And here I thought you were a fast learner.”

I feel the heat burn in my cheeks with the need to defend myself, but I bite my cheek, knowing that could mean certain death.

“Come now. Answer me. Are you a fast learner, brat?”

I breathe hard and don’t even dare nod. “Yes.”

“Then why is it so hard for you to follow simple commands? Perhaps you’d like to be punished, is that it?”

“N-no.. I just.. I’m sorry, I will do better.”

“No, no. Tell me.” He leans closer to my face.“Tell me exactly why I shouldn’t punish you right now?”

His fingers were trailing from my shoulder to my neck and encircling it again. I take a few shaky breaths and swallow.

“I was caught off guard. I didn’t know you were here and.. I was shaken..”

“Mm. Is that all, brat?” He squeezes the side of my neck at the last word and my eyes flutter for a moment. A small flash of pleasure sparking through me.

“Yes.. yes..” I say with small pants, my hands coming up to hold his wrist as if that’d stop him.

He squeezes harder in response and I press my thighs together as discreetly as I can.

“Do you wish to die? Claiming to want a master only to lie to him?”

“N-no please..” my eyes start pricking with tears. “Please I’m sorry..”

“The next time you lie is the last you’ll get the chance to, understood?”

“Y-yes.. yes I understand!” I say in a scared scramble.

“Now. It seems you desire more than to just serve me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes..” I mumble softly with a nod. My shame bubbling up as I realize I’m being forced to say it.

“What else do you desire? Think carefully of the value of your life if you wish to lie again.”

I stare into his eyes and breathe harder, feeling like a stupid middle schooler approaching their crush. I look around him for an answer, but know I just need to say it. He’s already found me out.

“You.” I look away, averting my gaze.

“Look at me.”

I let out a shaky breath and look into his eyes, still ever untelling of how he feels.

“Again. What is it you desire?”

I internally scream a ‘fuck’ and respond shyly, “You.”

He lets go of my throat and opts to trace the sensitive flesh down the front of my neck with his thumb, the gesture very unlike him.

“You’re nothing but my slave, understood? My pet, my plaything, my toy.”

He pauses, seemingly trying to find the right words, and looks towards my window.

“I will do whatever I want with you regardless of how you feel.”

He turns to look at me yet again, his thumb brushing over my throat, slight pressure signaling his power over me.

“Understood?”

I nod and shakily respond, “understood..”

His thumb lingers on my throat and I just stare at him, too scared to move or say another word.

“Speak plainly to me now…”

He seems to drag his hand away from me, and he opts to sit at the edge of my bed. His side profile is beautiful but it’s the last thing I should think about in this situation.

“Lord Sukuna?” I chime in, hoping he doesn’t kill me for interrupting him.

His shoulders slump as he hunches forward. He’s so pissed at me.

“May I sit up?” I ask plainly.

“You may kneel.” He spreads his legs open and gestures towards the space on the floor in front of him. “Here.”

I scramble off the bed as nonchalantly as possible until I’m standing in front of him, too scared to make eye contact, but I drop to my knees and sit on my heels between his legs.

“Good pet, now look at me.”

I flush slightly and raise my chin to meet his gaze, a small sadistic smile as he watches me.

“So obedient.” He buries a hand in my hair, clutching at the strands at the back of my head, making my face contort in pain.

He pulls me up on my knees and I wince as he does so, but he leans down closer towards my ear. “So filthy.”

I tremble in his hold, my hands moving in the air, battling between grasping at his hand in my hair or staying obedient.

“Aw does that hurt?” He moves me by my hair to the left, and then back to the right as if he was playing a game and my winces of pain was his prize.

“You sound adorable when you’re in pain.” And then his voice dropped a bit deeper. “I wonder if this turns you on too.”

My eyes dart around in realization. He’s been reading me like an open book. I couldn’t help how much my body reacted, and I don’t have a chance at pulling the emotions in with the pain. But I can try.

My face is contorted in a pained expression as I try to focus on all the desire and need filling my body, making it all so much worse. I try and feel it in order to make it smaller, but it’s only making me wetter. I start to imagine it staying stuck to me, somewhere on my body, instead of leaking onto the floor.

The moment I manage to conceal some of it, his grip on my hair tightens so hard a few strands must’ve been pulled out and I’m crying out in pain, barely holding on to my concealment.

“Too late for that now, brat. Let it go.” He tilts my head back more and leans closer to my neck, my hands gripping the small area of bed between his thighs. “Now.”

His breath dances along my throat and I quickly just slump in his hold, stopping whatever I was concentrated on concealing and letting everything flow.

“What an obedient little slave.” He drags his lips down my neck, not kissing or opening his mouth at all as he chuckles darkly, making me shiver.

“P-please.. it hurts..”

“Good. It’s supposed to.” He pulls on it tighter, making me yell in pain, tears starting to spill. “I didn’t give you permission to talk. Shall we practice, hm?”

I’m making small sounds of pain and clawing at my bed but he yanks me towards him, earning another painful scream. “I said, shall we practice, pet?”

“Y-yes yes..” I say strained and quickly.

“Say ‘Master, may I have permission to speak?’”

My face flushes in embarrassment but I know I need to say it if I value my life. “Master… m-may I.. may i have permission to speak?”

“Pitiful. I want to hear you beg when you ask. You’re begging for your master to allow you a few words, yeah? Because you don’t deserve to speak. You just follow his commands like a good pet. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes..” I’m trying to manage the pain shooting from my head but he yanks it down again, making me sit on my knees again and making me cry out again.

“Say it. Beg for permission.”

The shame creeping into me makes me so utterly embarrassed, but I try to sound convincing. “Master.. May I.. have permission to speak?” I say quickly through painful winces.

“You get one more chance.” His voice is low and gravely, serious and honest.

My breaths start getting deeper as I get more scared. He’s going to kill me all because he got me a little excited.

I feel the tears start to well up again and before I know it, I’m begging like my life is on the line. “Master please! I’m sorry master! Please may I have permission to speak..!” My voice is pleading, high pitched, and scared. But it only makes him flash a sadistic toothy smile.

“That’s it. She’s learning so well.” His grip lets up in my hair a fraction, but enough for me to feel some relief and relax a portion of my face muscles.

“Now master needs you to be at jujutsu high tomorrow. Your dripping emotion and cursed energy will make them try and recruit you.”

He slowly pulls me back fully onto my knees, making me wince again. “And given how much you’re still dripping in desire for me, I have no doubt you’ll turn on me for them.”

His hand relaxed in my hair, letting go of the tension but still holding my head in place with his palm flat on the back of my head.

“But, I must be sure of it, yeah? Stand.”

His hand leaves my hair and I tremble as i stand up, feeling a mess and wiping my tears.

“Those.” He points at my pajama pants. “Off.”

“Su- master I-“

“I haven’t taught you anything else but to ask permission to speak. Choose your words carefully or do as I say.”

I give him a distraught expression before slowly looping my thumbs in my pants and pulling it down. He watches the whole thing with a grin and I toss the article to the side on the floor.

“That too.”

I’m already flustered and embarrassed, but this was never what I had in mind.

I hesitate and open my mouth to talk but nothing comes out. I loop my thumbs through my underwear and hesitate again. “Aw look at that. She’s learning her place.”

I shimmy the underwear off and kick it to the side, letting my hands cover my exposure from him.

He has shuffled back on the bed a bit, but still sitting upright and his legs dangling over the edge. “Sit.”

There’s a large space between his legs now. My mouth goes dry and I quickly turn and sit there. At least my baggy shirt can cover me some and save some of my dignity.

“Good pet.” His voice hums next to my ear and I shiver in response.

His hands land on my hips and he yanks me back so I’m flush against him. This feels so unreal and I have no idea how to feel about it.

It’s all I’ve fantasized about, but the fear in me is overriding everything else.

The large hands travel down my thighs, and just before he reaches my knees he pulls them apart with ease, pressing against his legs. “Don’t move. I need to make sure my special pet doesn’t betray me.”

“I wouldn’t I swear! Ill only serve y-“

I yelp, his hand slapping my bare pussy cutting me off.

“I didn’t give you permission, did I? Or are you too dumb to follow directions?”

He slaps my pussy again and I yell, flinching against him.

“I’m going to dangle everything you want right in front of you, but you can’t have it. Not until you’re a well trained slave that has no hope of living without me, got that?”

“Y-yes..”

“Now let’s see here..”

His finger catches me by surprise and I gasp, a single digit sliding up along my slit and collecting my juices. “Yes.. here it is. You love being manhandled don’t you, woman?”

I whine in response, but his finger slams right into me, making me curl forward and choke out a moan. “Don’t you?”

“Y-yes.. yes master..”

He slides his finger out, and brings it up to both our lines of sight. “Filthy girl. So this is why you want to serve me?”

I whine again and get a chuckle in response. “Let’s make sure you’ll never want to serve anyone else, yeah? Jujutsu high will never be able to give you what I can, isn’t that right?”

His finger plays with my slit before dragging up to my clit, circling it once. I jolt and let out an embarrassing sound of pleasure.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

He continues small little circles on my clit, making my head rest back against him and spill soft moans. I can’t believe this is happening. I must be dreaming. This is insane.

He uses is pinky and thumb to spread my lips apart and I squirm under him. “I told you not to move.”

I freeze, but my hips still twitch with need. I’m looking at his hand hovering over where I need it most and my vision gets hazy with so much desire.

I start softly moaning again before I realize what’s happening. I blink a few times to see a tongue extruding from his palm, licking me, circling my swollen clit.

“F-fuck..” I mutter under my breath, trying to accept what’s happening but also being taken by extreme pleasure.

“You like that? If you were a good pet I’d have you like this for hours.” His voice drops. “Making you come over and over, overstimulating your poor abused clit.”

I moan in response, my hips jerking as he talks. He returns to his normal tone. “Too bad this girl needs more training.”

His tongue keeps switching from slow, sloppy laps against my clit to a hard and fast motion. All while he holds me against him, his other hand on my hip.

I feel the desire start to build up and feel him shift as well. “There it is. This must feel too good doesn’t it? Your master treats you so well.”

I nod over and over as moans spill free as I try to focus on the building orgasm. His words pushing it closer and closer. My stomach tenses up and I breath harder as I get closer to the edge.

Just as I’m about to warn him, he speaks,“Aw, does my little slut wish to come?”

I nod a ton and beg, “p-please master. Please!”

He chuckles darkly and his tongue reverts to small, slow circles that hold me on the edge.

“F-fuck please please! I’m right there! Please suk- master! Please master!”

He chuckles darkly, turning into an evil sort of laugh before pulling his hand completely away.

“Bad girls don’t get to come.” I whine louder and my hips are grinding against the air, hoping for anything to finish me off.

“That means..” he places both hands on my hips, holding them down. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself until I say so.”

“P-please.. I’m so-“

“Shut up. I’d slap that weeping cunt of yours but we both know how you get off on my abuse.”

I stay quiet but can’t help the twitch in my hips.

“Now tell me. When the sorcerers see you dripping with desire tomorrow, what will you do?”

I breathe hard, “nothing..? Pretend I’m not..”

“And if your desire peaks when they say my name, Sukuna..”

I tremble when he says his name to me and blush hard.

“I’ll.. I’ll say I read up on you for a school project..”

“And if they try to fuck what’s mine?” His hands grip my hips painfully.

“I get away..?” I question, my mind dizzy with his questioning.

“You let them.”

I freeze. “W-what?”

“You let them fuck this poor little cunt to let them think they’ve got you wrapped around their finger. But in reality..”

His finger drags lazily along my slit.

“I’ve got you wrapped around mine. And besides, if I fucked you now you wouldn’t even be able to bring yourself to fake your pitiful orgasm with one of them.”

I breathe hard. I can’t tell what’s happening or what his true plan is.. “am I supposed to.. seduce someone there?”

He laughs, really laughs. “You don’t need to seduce anyone with how you’re dripping right now. They’re all going to know exactly how pent up and needy you are under your little facade. But, if you were to choose, go with one of the professors.”

I think, contemplating how I got here and now what I need to do. I nod slowly, thinking about it, how I, a college student, has to seduce a high school teacher.

“Seems I have nothing to worry about.” His finger dips into my hole and he lazily thrusts in and out of it. “You’re fully ready to whore yourself out for me.” He curls his finger against that textured mushy spot inside and I see stars, pressing myself against him. He keeps thrusting and curling his finger as he talks, paying no mind to my soft moans.

“You are MY pet. No one else gets to touch you. But..”

He buries his face in the crook of my neck and bites down suddenly, definitely bruising it and making me yelp.

“…I wouldn’t be surprised if they try something with how you’re so needy.”

He adds a finger and thrusts slowly, curling his fingers intentionally. “I’ll visit you tomorrow night.” He licks the spot on my neck he bit, making me shiver.

“You’ll get to tell me how your first mission went. I might even consider rewarding you.” He chuckles against my neck and I let out a soft whine.

“Training you will be a lot more.. fun, now.” He laughs sadistically behind me and quickens his pace, my orgasm building up steadily. The small moans that leave my mouth are muffled by his other hand covering it tight.

“Scream.” He whispers right before he rams his fingers in and out of me at a maddening pace, my body unable to keep up. My eyes roll back and louder, sloppy moans get muffled.

He angles his hand to hit that sweet spot with each rough thrust, earning a muffled scream. My hands have been on my thighs but I quickly grab his without thinking, with a need to brace myself. He chuckles as he continues his assault and whispers low in my ear, “You’ll be a good little pet now, won’t you?”

I nod frantically as I scream in between loud moans and try to back my hips away from his fingers.

“You’ll let me abuse this pretty cunt whenever I please, hm?”

He somehow thrusts harder and I quickly feel the orgasm approaching. I scream hoarsely into his hand. “‘m close!! I’m close!”

He pulls his fingers out with a wet pop suddenly, making me jerk forward with it. I’m grinding my hips in the air and pleading, “no no please.. please master please I’ll be good I’ll be so good..!” I doubt he can make out my messy pleas being muffled by his hand, but I was so lost in desire.

“What’s that? Talking without permission?”

I breathe hard and shake my head ‘no’.

“That’s what I thought.”

He removes his hand from my mouth and lifts his other, glistening in the soft light. “Clean this.”

He holds his wet fingers in front of my face and I quickly move to wrap my lips around them without a second thought, sucking it clean and using my tongue to lick between them.

He shoves his fingers more forcefully, pressing my tongue down with it, making me open my mouth and softly pant. “Doesn’t it feel good to submit? Suck.”

With my mind dazed, I don’t hesitate to suck his fingers again, relishing in the feeling of them in my mouth.

“Doesn’t it feel good to blindly follow my commands?”

I nod, his fingers still in my mouth.

“That’s it.” He pulls his fingers away, my mouth trying to follow it blindly.

“You want more?” He holds his hand just out reach from my mouth and I flush embarrassedly as I nod.

“Then you’ll be a good little pet tomorrow and get the job done, won’t you?”

I nod again, feeling drunk on being submissive to him.

He chuckles and wipes his hand on my bed. “Stand.”

I shakily stand up and carefully remove my hands from his legs, hoping he isn’t mad about that. I stand there, half exposed to him, and wait for him to tell me what I should do.

“Grab your undergarments and face me.”

I move and bend over to grab the underwear on the floor and turn to face him, my face flushed and embarrassed.

“Go on. Put it on.”

My pussy pulses with each command but I do as he says, slipping it on and facing him. He beckons me closer with a hand, so I step until I’m right at the bed.

I suck in a breath as he cups my throbbing pussy in his hand and looks up at me. “This is mine. Mine to touch, pleasure, hurt..” I hold his eye contact as I try to keep my composure and not fully break under his small touch.

“You don’t get to touch what’s mine, understood?”

I nod, his words settling in the pit of my stomach. “Understood..” I say smally, wondering how I’ll ever fall asleep tonight.

He stares at me for a moment longer and removes his hand, my baggy t shirt covering most of my exposed body.

“Don’t get too excited when you see this brat tomorrow.” He stands up suddenly, making me stumble back before I catch myself. “He could never satisfy you.”

He leisurely walks towards my window and I stare at him. “Sleep, pet.” He commands, his hands fully opening my window. “Don’t disappoint me.”

And with a gush of wind, he’s gone.

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I couldn’t say why. Curiosity was getting the better of me and my research only led me to more questions and a want to see him myself. I needed to see him.

The vessel was knocked unconscious for a moment and I launched into a sprint before I realized what I was doing. I slid in front of him and quickly pulled out the cursed objects. Supposedly, these are two of Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers. Gross, but somehow intact.

I whisper as I undo the seal, “Sukuna.. please accept this..”

I take a deep breath before holding a finger close to the vessel’s mouth and begrudgingly use my other hand to open his mouth.

After force feeding the two fingers, I scoot away a few feet, watching closely and eventually stand up in fear the vessel would wake instead.

It was so sudden, but then the power brought me to such a vulnerable position on the ground.

“Accepted.” His voice was gruff, no sign of emotion.

Being only a few feet away has my heart racing, but I dare not look up if everything I’ve read is true. I hear him shuffle and then feel his looming presence wash over me. He’s standing.

“What is it that you want?”

I freeze and gulp. I’ve rehearsed this, but I have never been so afraid in my life.

“May I..” I take a quick breath to try and ease the shakiness in my voice. “May I look at you?”

His sadistic chuckle sends shivers through me and it’s then I realize I might have fucked up. “How sensible of you to ask. You may.”

My entire body is shaking, sweat dripping off me. I slowly pick up my head, lightheaded with fear, and look up just enough to see his face.

He held himself with such confidence and pure venomous intent. My mouth hung slightly agape as I took him in.

“Surely you didn’t summon me just for a mental image. What is it?”

His voice echoes through me. I want nothing but to hear him over and over. I also don’t want to die right now. I told myself I’d make a split second decision on how I’d proceed with talking to him, but I was never ready enough.

“I want nothing. I’m not a person you need, but I want to serve you, Lord Sukuna.”

“Oh really?” He says, amusement dripping in his tone.

In a beat, I press my head back to the floor. “Please, let me.”

“You’re an interesting one.” He counters with a dark chuckle. “Beg.”

I stop myself from looking back up, but a wave of embarrassment flows through me. I don’t really have a choice here unless I had a death wish.

“Please, Lord Sukuna. I’ll make myself useful to you. Please let me be of service.” I try to choose my words carefully.

“And why do you so wish to serve me, brat?”

I’m taking deep breaths, trying not to hyperventilate, feeling my life dangle between his fingers. I don’t know what to tell him. My research has made me sort of obsessed with him. “I have.. no other purpose.”

He lets out a ‘hm’ sound, sounding contemplative as if he’s actually considering. I’d honestly be happy if he told me to scram.

I hear him come closer, his footsteps audible, and I press my head against the floor harder to ground myself. Suddenly, his presence is a lot closer and more suffocating than before. His voice comes out as if he’s only a foot away.

“You know…” I feel fingers run slowly through my hair before gripping tightly and yanking my head up. He’s crouching in front of me, with a fistful of my hair and a serious expression.

“I won’t hesitate killing you the moment you slip up. Don’t expect this brat to save you.”

My eyes are wide. Even though my scalp hurts and my palms are flat on the dirty floor to hold myself up, I’m too lost in him. His eyes are fiery and entire person is crushing. I know I should beg for forgiveness for my naivety, but at the same time wanting to be closer.

“I understand.” I choke out, trying and failing to hide the scared in my voice.

He looks straight through me for a moment and his grip softens, his hand moving to pat me once on the top of my head and rest there. And then he smiles like the devil himself.

“You’re dripping in cursed energy. You really aren’t a sorcerer.”

I heat up. He was making a statement, not asking a question. And I’m not brave enough to talk and confirm that he’s correct. A moment of shared silence and eye contact was all it took for him to realize I knew what a sorcerer was and didn’t know how to control my cursed energy.

“No matter.”

He moved his hand from my head and stands.

“Stand.” He commands.

I scramble to my feet, dizzy and lightheaded, his presence somehow even more intense than before. I don’t dare look at him. I watch the floor, wishing for its safety again as I feel wobbly.

“Cursed energy fuels your power.” He raises his hand in front of me, drawing my attention, and suddenly there’s a ball of fire in his palm.

“If you’re to be of any use to me, you need to be invisible to those damn sorcerers.” The fire goes away, but his hand quickly and roughly grips my face, his thumb and forefinger digging into my cheeks, before making me look up at him.

“You need to contain your cursed energy. *And* your power will entail making it seem like you’re a normal human.” He leans close, just so his mouth is right next to my ear.

“It’s never been done without a heavenly pact. So you’re going to learn how to do it.”

“I.. understand.” I need to be invisible but I don’t even know what cursed energy is leaking out of me? This is going to be hard.

He lets go of my face and moves back into his upright position. “Meditate.”

He stares directly in my eyes.

“Refine your negative energy. Feel it, let it consume you, but don’t let any of it seep out.”

I stare at him in awe. Am I being taught by the Lord Sukuna?

“Then, make it so you have all cursed energy, but hide it.”

I look from him to my hands, my palms up as if I was praising the man before me, praying to him. I stare at them and try to focus on all the negativity flowing through me. I let all the emotions creep through my brick walls, it finding cracks and crevices to escape through.

I focus on bringing the negativity to my hands, imagining it pooling up like a glob of water but having properties of mist and steam.

Sukuna’s presence thins as I put all my attention to my emotions flowing to my hands. It feels like a weird buildup that drips from my hands, as if I couldn’t contain it all.

“The shape. Focus on making the energy rigid.”

I nod, my heart racing from the idea of the king of curses teaching me how to use my cursed energy.

I try to imagine the cursed energy shifting from a liquid to ice, but don’t get anywhere. I quickly try to imagine condensing it into a sticky slime, as if I was boiling off water and making a syrup thicker. I want my cursed energy to be as small and refined as possible.

I close my eyes, visualizing my cursed energy simmering down, focusing so hard before I feel a hand under each of mine. My eyes fly open and I stop breathing. Sukuna is in front of me, his hands now supporting mine.

“Turns out you will be a useful brat after all. I want you to practice this until you can wander through jujutsu high’s barriers without triggering them. You can do that, right?”

He closes my hands together, as if helping me into a prayer, while his large ones enclose mine between.

I stare at our hands and then up at him, his eyes drilling into mine. “I can do that..” I force out, hoping to stay on his good side.

“Very good. When you can do that, find me when this brat is asleep.”

I nod at his words before he continues, “Now, be frank with me. I will not kill you for your answer.”

I start shaking, realizing he could definitely feel it from our joint hands.

“Why? What motivates you to find me and be my slave, hm?”

I almost blush at his words. But my head is still thinking at light speed.

“I.. overheard some rumors about you.” I break eye contact and try to cohesively tell my story without sounding like some fangirl.

“I overheard some students talking about you with some of my friends in a diner and my friends thought they must be playing some stupid game because of who you were. They told me what they knew about you and I was so fascinated by you, I went home and researched on you a ton.

“I also found out who the students were from their uniforms and realized they weren’t playing some game, especially since I could see curses too. So I would try to be friendly with them or overhear their conversations when I could, wanting to learn more about you.

“Then I stumbled into the fact that they were looking for your fingers for your vessel to eat and I-“

“Enough.”

I pick my head up and look at his face, untelling of any emotion.

“I asked, why do you want to be my slave, brat?”

I gulp, scared I might’ve pissed him off with my rambling.

“I don’t believe in any god. But I wanted to believe in you. Meet you. Even if you killed me, at least you would have spoken a few words to me.”

I try to tone down my obsession with him in my words but encapsulate it at the same time.

I’ve become insanely obsessed with Sukuna. On an unhealthy level since finding out he was real.

Obviously he wouldn’t approve, but I started imagining… scenarios involving him- four arms, two mouths, four eyes- all taking me in the most intimate of ways.

I squeeze my thighs together just from the thought, hoping he can’t read my mind and kill me on the spot.

“I see. I’ll give your life purpose then, slave.”

Given my last train of thought, my cheeks heat up as I look at him call me a slave. His slave.

Before I can respond, he follows it up with a condescending but amusing tone. “What’s this? You like being called my slave?”

I just stare at him blankly, not knowing the correct response, but don’t get past a few seconds before he speaks in a stern, scary voice.

“Answer, slave.”

I nod my head and stumble out a, “Yes..”

He smiles and raises my hands up in his. I forgot they were still together. “You need better control of your emotions. It’s spilling out of you. Anyone could see exactly how you feel.”

He cocks his head. “Is that what you want? The sorcerers to see how much you love being my slave?”

I shake my head ‘no’ and immediately feel a sharp sting on my cheek.

“Slaves use their words.”

He fucking slapped me. And it’s only making me feel worse, needier.

“No..”

Uncharacteristically, he moves a hand to touch the cheek he slapped, as if to soothe it. “I’ll have fun training you. I can tell you’ll learn quickly.” A mix of amusement and sadism drip from his voice.

“You’ll be the perfect pet.”

I actually blush at that. How could he expect me not to? I divert my eyes and feel another small sting on the same cheek, making me look back at him.

“You wanted a master, a god. You don’t get to look away when I’m speaking to you, understand, pet?”

Instead of nodding, I speak softly, “Yes..”

He stares at my flushed expression for a moment before letting go of me completely. His hand off my cheek, and other hand pulled away from mine.

He takes a moment to take in his surroundings. “The train.. where are you headed?”

“Back home.. or wherever you want.”

“Hm. Show me.”

I give a puzzled look at him and quickly clean up my face. I’m still at his mercy.

“I wish to know where to find you. And the routes you must take.”

I nod and open my mouth the same time as I flinch, trying to talk before I get another slap. “Yes..” I start to straighten myself out and mentally prepare myself to take the Sukuna on the train.

I feel a hand on my head and look up at him. “You learn so well, pet. Let’s go before this brat wakes up.”

He starts walking towards the pay terminals and I do a jog to catch up, quickly pulling out my card to pay for us. I outstretch my arm to tap it against the terminal and wait for him to go through. “Here.. I got it..”

He stares at me and before I can process what happened, he’s on the other side of the terminal without triggering it, my hair moving with his fast movement.

“I don’t need such uselessness.” He says as he turns his back to me and strolls away.

I quickly move through the terminal and my eyes widen as I realize just how powerful he is. How powerful I don’t know he is.

I jog up to him again, breaking into a small pant. I’m not unfit, but given the circumstance, I’m definitely on edge.

Walking side by side with him feels unreal.

“I live in shibuya for school.” I offer, as he looks between the train signs heading to different stations.

“Did I command you speak?”

I freeze up and softly speak, “No..”

He sighs, “You’re quite attentive. Answering before I asked.”

He stops and turns to stand in front of me, leaning down to be on eye level, his face right in mine.

“I’ll allow you that luxury once you stop dripping in emotion, yeah? You’re an open book for sorcerers, cursed spirits, and- hell- even normal humans.”

I nod, “Yes.. I’m sorry.”

He raises his hand and I flinch, holding my breath and closing my eyes. But no sting comes, just his heavy hand resting on my head.

“I won’t let your potential blind me, but rest this night.”

I open my eyes and look up at him, his expression still hard, but with a hint of softness behind his eyes.

“You demonstrated your dedication. You wont be killed this night. You have my word.”

The relief that washes over me makes me stumble, even while standing in place. I bow my head, tears threatening to arise as I choke out, “Thank you.”

“Ah yes. Now, run along pet.” His hand shifts from my head to my cheek, gently lifting my head back up.

“The brat is waking up. We don’t need him seeing my new favorite toy, now do we?”

I blush, hard. My eyes widened for a moment before I shook my head and softly spoke. “N-no.” The stutter accidentally coming out and making me incredibly embarrassed.

He removes his hand from my face and nods to the stairs towards the train platforms and starts walking in the opposite direction, raising his hand in the air as a goodbye. “I’ll find you if the need arises. I hope to be impressed the next time we meet.”

And with that, he’s gone. The wind that follows his nonhuman exit pushes me slightly. I’m breathing hard. My head, dizzy.

I look around. There’s no one. I didn’t imagine all that. I touch my cheek and it stings. It was all real.

My stomach is doing flips, making me feel sick, but I can’t think about that right now.

I need to make the train home before they stop running.

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You were half off your bed, at the foot of it actually. Sleepy eyes heavy as you try so hard to glance at the being that just closed the door behind it.

Without warning, a big shadow like monster, tall, big and broad, grabs a hold of your wrists behind you and hold them up above your head. You struggle and start to wake up, but it does absolutely nothing against the mass of muscle you can’t even feel behind you. Another monster lurks in front of you but you can’t make it out as it also blends with the shadows of your room.

“Fold your hands like you’re praying.”

The one behind you commands in a very deep voice and puts your weak hands together but you fight back and don’t do it.

He growls, the vibration emanating from above you and signaling how massive this creature was, and quickly lets go of your wrists to squeeze and twist your nipples hard through your pajamas.

“Now do it or I’ll do something worse.”

His breath was hot against the back of your head as his hands recovered your wrists, frozen from shock midair. But you resist his command, even after you yelped in shock.

Suddenly the other monster appears and two hands start to roam all over your lower body like a puzzle to uncover. You can only squirm helplessly in the others grasp while breathing heavily from the earlier treatment.

“We should have her run and hide so we can catch her and tease her to break her will.”

The other shadow monster in front of you didn’t have as deep a voice, but was equally as menacing with a massive presence. His hands were now massaging your sensitive inner thighs and only served to pathetically arouse you. Suddenly, you were scared that this is what they wanted. His words hinted as much.

After that, it’s a blur.

You only remember being in an old worn down mansion with a ton of lights turned on in various places. You were tasked with two objectives: run and hide.

From them.

The smaller of the two, the one you realized was the one in front of you in that room after you woke, was always the lucky one to find you. He would capture you right where you failed to run or couldn’t hide well enough and toy with you. He wasn’t a shadow anymore, not completely with glimmers of light.

But he was not human.

There was no time to stop and think, you had to run and hide!

From this monster.

Not right now though. He just caught you hiding in an empty wardrobe in one of the worn down bedrooms, busying himself with a finger tracing so slowly over the twitching *problem* between your legs through your clothes. You couldn’t help convulsing in his touch, but tried not to touch him as you took in his appearance.

It was a blur, but some of his skin was almost scaly. It was dark as ink and his eyes only glowed against his complexion. Any other features were very hard to distinguish.

When they chase you, they take the form of something that would be nightmarish only to you, spiking the adrenaline in your blood and fear to make you run as if your very life depended on it.

When they toy, they revert back to their monster selves. At least, that’s what this one does. The bigger shadow hasn’t caught you yet in this game of theirs.

Slowly but surely, you were becoming addicted to running just to be found and played with. The forms they took were still horrifying, so you strategically moved through the building, trying to find a way out.

The monster stops his teasing and you let out an accidental whine. The breath hot against your ear snaps you back to reality. “Run. You can find a better spot than this.”

You glance into his eyes, full of nothing but anticipation for the chase.

Your heart starts racing and breathing deepens as you jump out of the wardrobe and start making a mad dash out of the room, not knowing how much of a head start he’ll give you this time.

You look back before you round a corner and don’t see anything. He was being generous. You decide to head up, climbing stairs until you’re heaving and seeing the glint of sunlight on the roof.

Before running onto the roof, you pass by a dark hallway that entices you, but freedom is so close. Well, that’s if you can find another way off the roof.

After peeking down the hall, you quickly make your way out into the open air and slow with a deep breath. You hear the patter of running and quickly scramble beneath a solar panel that had benches and tables underneath it all stuffed between old cloth and scraps. You crawl under a bench and try to hide in the cloth and hold your breath as you hear steps make its way onto the roof.

You don’t see anything. For a moment, you don’t even hear anything. You weren’t fully covered, but you were well hidden.

You shriek with a scream when the same monster suddenly appears in front of your face. “What a spot! I’m impressed.”

He half forcefully pulls you out of the hiding spot while pulling the benches off of you before settling both hands on your shoulders to be face to face with you.

You were shaking in fear and anticipation. Your blood was rushing and you were a pulsing mess. He was leaning down and you still had to look up. The light behind him was such a contrast, but part of him almost looked beautiful.

The light behind him illuminated his horns buried in tufts of black hair, similarly matching his skin. You wonder fleetingly if this is truly what he looks like or if it’s part of his shape shifting.

“If it weren’t for you peeking down that hall my brother was down, I would’ve had a hard time finding you! Too bad he saw you and told me.”

He wore a devilish grin, but you were too excited for what came next.

However, you jumped in his grasp as more footsteps were heard coming up behind you until there was a looming presence directly up against your back.

“Stupid human.” The deep voiced monster spoke from behind.

“A curious one. I like it!” The other exclaims as he swiftly pushes one of your shoulders against the other monster while his other hand cups right between your shaky and sore legs.

The pathetic twitching of your hips didn’t help as they cooed at you like this was entertainment for them. You tried not to buck in his hand, but you were growing so desperate, you were sure he could feel it by now.

“How did you make it obedient?” The deep voice rang out.

Slowly, the others hand slid from your shoulder to your chest, gliding all his claws over your already hard nipple. Soft moans escaped you as you subconsciously rocked against his hand as he continues softly teasing a nipple.

It was only until they both chuckled did you realize what you were doing and quickly stopped and blushed hard.

“Run again. We’re both gonna catch you.” The one that touched you so nicely almost whispered to you with a smirk.

He lets go of you and the other steps back to give you space. You stumble away as you maintain eye contact with the smaller of the two, avoiding looking at the other out of fear.

Eventually, you look away and run towards the farther edge of the flat roof, it spanning a large area. You start running as you see some sort of platform with a triangular roof- some sort of triangular tunnel at the edge of the big roof.

“Hey!”

The monster called out to you but that only makes you run faster to get to this tunnel. You jump onto It and find it filled with more junk, but not knowing where it leads. Before you can get far, a grip on your upper arm makes you scream and you’re yanked around to face the smaller of the two. “Where do you think you’re going?”

He pulls you close, closer than he has before during this game, and speaks in a low tone. “Trying to leave?”

His other hand quickly finds your hip as he pulls you even closer, drawing circles on it, “Stay a bit longer.. At least until I can properly savor what human fear and desperation freshly tastes like. But by then I guess you’d be so dumb and addicted!”

He chuckled and you could only stand there against him, frozen in fear but wanting and needy. Your mind fell blank for a moment with one thought.

He’s warm.

You pressed into him- exhausted, his chest felt furry like a short-haired dog and was as dark as his face. You let out a breath against him and your sore legs begin to shake, on the verge of collapse.

It was his turn to freeze, his grip on your arm loosening for a fraction of a moment before he caught you as you started to fall to your knees. Instead of picking you up right away, he crouched down as he carefully helped your body onto the floor.

You must’ve been hallucinating. Why would a monster be helping you like this? It was toying with you like prey a moment ago.

You still scooted closer to him, to his warmth. Your eyes were sleepy again, exhausted from the fear and the physical exertion.

“Stupid.. and fragile. I forgot. Humans are soooo delicate.” He whispered, holding your smaller helpless body against his as your vision blurred and you fought sleep.

“Rest. You’ll run more later.”

You swore you heard more footsteps, but the tiredness wore on you and you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at his face.

Vulnerability washed through you for a moment. Your fight or flight response was a muted siren. You knew you needed to get as far away as possible. You knew you couldn’t be so stupid as to fall asleep and let down your guard around literal monsters.

But the way his clawed hand rested against your back lulled you to sleep.

You couldn’t resist after running and hiding and existing on pure adrenaline for hours. It’s not your fault you’re so sleepy!

There wasn’t enough time to argue in your head before actually falling asleep against the thing that chased you for fun.

“I think I’ll keep this one.”

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I don’t know what this does so I guess we’ll find out together, shall we?

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