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You’d been talking about a project that actually mattered to you- a personal one which was years in the making and something vulnerable you had never showed anyone. 

Sukuna, lounging on the massive couch like he owned the entire building (which, technically, he could if he felt like it), had waved a dismissive hand, eyes half-lidded in that signature arrogant smirk.

“It’s mediocre at best,” He’d said voice casual, as if the words weren’t cruel. “Why waste your time on human sentimentality? You’re better than that pathetic little dream.”

The words landed like a slap. Not because they were the harshest thing he’d ever said- they weren't -but because he’d said them so flippantly about something you’d let him see. 

You hadn’t yelled. You hadn’t even argued back. You’d simply looked at him, expression blank, and decided in that moment that the silence would hurt more. No words, no acknowledgement and maybe he'd have a better fucking attitude. 

Sukuna had laughed loudly at first, thinking it was a game. “Oh? The silent treatment? How quaint. You’ll crack in an hour, sweetheart. You always do.”

He was wrong.

Six hours later, the apartment felt like a pressure cooker.

Sukuna paced the open living room like a caged tiger. His usual overwhelming confidence had cracked, the black markings across his skin pulsing faintly with irritation. He’d tried everything.. everything.

First came the noise.

He blasted music some aggressive, bass-heavy song that rattled the glassware in the kitchen, while shooting you pointed glances from across the room. You had just sat at the dining table with your laptop, eyes on the screen with not even a flicker of recognition. He turned it up louder and yet he still got nothing.

Then the 'accidental' provocations.

He strolled past you shirtless, sweatpants slung dangerously low on his hips, the sharp cut of his V-line and the dark tattoos drawing the eye whether you wanted them to or not. He stretched slowly, muscles flexing as he reached for a glass in the cabinet. You didn’t even look up. 

By late evening, the arrogance had started to fade.

Sukuna’s pacing had grown more agitated. He ran a hand through his pink hair, tugging at it in frustration. His cheeks carried a faint flush he couldn’t hide, and when he tried to speak, his voice cracked just slightly on your name only for him to clamp his mouth shut when you refused to even glance his way. 

The silence was suffocating. It weighed down on him heavier than any binding vow, more maddening than any opponent he’d ever faced.

He hated it.

He absolutely hated how your absence of attention felt like he was facing  withdrawals. Like something vital had been ripped away. Sukuna, the King of Curses, reduced to this- restless, needy all because his favorite person wouldn’t even spare him a single word.

He stopped pacing near the couch where you’d eventually moved to read. For a long moment he just stood there, chest rising and falling a little too quickly eyes locked on you with an intensity that bordered on feral.

You didn’t look up.

That was the final straw.

Sukuna dropped to his knees with zero grace. He shoved his way between your legs, broad shoulders forcing your thighs apart as he pressed his face desperately against your thigh. His breath was hot through the fabric of your clothes, mouth already open, lips mouthing and sucking at the material like he could taste you through it.

“C’mon…” His voice was rough, edged with a whine he would never admit to. “Say something. Yell at me. Call me an asshole. Anything.”

He nuzzled higher, nose dragging along your inner thigh, pink hair tickling your skin as he breathed you in. His hands so capable of destruction gripped your hips like you were an anchor keeping him stable. 

“Please…”

The word sounded foreign on his tongue, but he said it again. And again. His tongue pressed flat against the fabric, tracing the shape of you with messy, needy strokes. His pupils were blown wide, crimson eyes glassy and desperate.

He had never been ignored by you before, and it was breaking him beautifully.

When you still didn’t speak, didn’t even card a hand through his hair, something inside him snapped. 

With a low, broken whimper, Sukuna tugged at your waistband, yanking your pants and underwear down just enough to free you. He surged forward like a man starved, lips wrapping around the head of your cock in one sloppy motion.

The first suck was greedy and desperate. His tongue swirled messily around the tip, pressing into the slit as if he could draw your attention out through pure sensation alone. He moaned loudly at the taste, the sound vibrating through you as drool immediately spilled from the corners of his mouth.

“Fuck… look at me,” He mumbled around you, the words garbled and wet. Drool already slipped from the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin as he took you deeper. He hollowed his cheeks and sank down further, taking more of you into the tight heat of his mouth. 

Sukuna had sucked you off countless times before, usually with cocky control and teasing flicks of his tongue. This was nothing like that. This was frantic messy in a way the King of Curses never allowed himself to be. . He bobbed his head with messy enthusiasm, gagging softly when he pushed too deep but refusing to pull back.

Instead he leaned into it, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the effort. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, nails digging into your skin as he held you in place. One of his hands eventually wandered, palming desperately at the massive bulge straining against his low-slung sweatpants. He ground into his own palm with shameless need, hips jerking erratically while he continued worshipping you.

You stayed silent, but you finally spread your legs wider, giving him more room.

The small mercy tore a loud, muffled moan from his chest. The vibration shot straight through your cock, making your thighs tense. Sukuna’s eyes fluttered, lashes wet with unshed tears as he doubled his efforts. He pulled off for a gasping breath, strings of thick spit connecting his swollen, reddened lips to your glistening cock.

“You’re my only fucking person,” He rasped, voice hoarse and cracking. “Don’t- don’t do this to me. I was an arrogant prick. I’m sorry, alright? Just… say something. Please.”

His voice broke on the last word. Before you could respond he dove back down. This time he took you all the way to the hilt in one slick, determined slide. His nose pressed flush against your pelvis, throat bulging visibly around your length as he held himself there. His throat fluttered and constricted wildly, massaging every inch while he fought the urge to gag. Tears slipped freely down his flushed cheeks now, but his eyes never left yours.

He stayed like that until his lungs burned, then pulled back just enough to suck in a desperate breath before plunging down again. Over and over, he fucked his own throat on your cock with sloppy, uncoordinated movements. 

The sounds were filthy- wet glucking, choking, and constant needy whimpers vibrating around you. Drool poured from his mouth in thick strands, soaking his chin, neck, and the front of his chest. His pink hair was a mess, strands sticking to his sweaty forehead.

Sukuna’s hand moved faster inside his sweatpants, jerking himself in time with the bobbing of his head. His hips rolled helplessly, fucking into his fist while he worshipped you. Every time you let out even the smallest groan or shift of your hips, he grew more frantic, sucking harder doing everything he could to earn any reaction.

His thighs trembled. The wet spot on his sweatpants had grown massive, precum leaking steadily as he edged himself closer and closer just from the humiliation and desperation of being ignored.

You finally reached down. Your fingers threaded into his messy pink hair and gripped tight. Sukuna’s entire body shuddered violently at the contact. A broken, pathetic whine escaped around your cock.

“Good boy,” You said, the first words you’d spoken in six hours. Your voice was low and rough. The praise hit him hard Sukuna’s eyes rolled back, a muffled, guttural cry vibrating around your length as his hips stuttered hard. 

He came violently in his pants without warning, thick ropes soaking through the fabric and dripping down his thighs. Even as he shook through his orgasm, he kept sucking you desperately as if he couldn’t bear to stop.

You didn’t let go of his hair. You held him in place and rocked gently into his mouth, fucking his face with slow, deliberate thrusts while he trembled and whimpered through the aftershocks.

“The prettiest, neediest curse I’ve ever seen,” You murmured, stroking his tear-streaked cheek with your thumb. “Look at you. Falling apart just because I wouldn’t talk to you. Sucking me like your life depends on it. Making such a mess of yourself.”

Sukuna moaned pathetically at the words, another weak spurt leaking into his already ruined sweatpants. The praise seemed to unravel him further. He pulled back just enough to swirl his tongue messily around the head, licking and sucking with sloppy devotion while looking up at you with glassy, adoring eyes. 

You kept praising him in that low, calm voice telling him how good he looked on his knees, how only you could reduce the King of Curses to this desperate, drooling mess, how much you loved seeing him like this. Every word made him whimper and suck harder.

Finally, the pressure became too much. You gripped his hair tighter and spilled down his throat with a low groan. Sukuna’s eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss as he swallowed every drop, milking you until you were completely spent.

Only when you loosened your grip did he pull off with a wet gasp, coughing softly as strings of spit and cum connected his lips to your cock. His face was a wreck: flushed dark red, eyes red-rimmed and glassy, chin shiny with mess. 

The moment it was over, Sukuna surged upward. Strong arms wrapped around your waist as he climbed into your lap, clinging like an octopus who refused to be pried off. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, body still trembling as he pressed flush against you.

“Don’t… ever do that again,” He mumbled, voice hoarse and raw. He pressed lazy, possessive kisses along your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. “I hate it. Hate not hearing you. Hate not having your eyes on me.”

You ran your fingers through his damp pink hair and he practically purred, nuzzling closer. 

“Next time I say something stupid,” He muttered, kissing you again, slower and deeper this time, “just punch me instead. Or make me ride you. Anything but silence.” A small, cocky smirk tugged at his lips even now. “Because if you ignore me again… I’ll just have to get on my knees faster. Make an even bigger fool of myself until you forgive me.”

“Hey! Look at me, bitch.” You scowl deeply as your attention turns back to Gojo. You wonder if he’s aware of his childish personality or not. You assume he doesn’t by the way he continues to act like a toddler.

“What the hell do you want?” You reply, annoyance clear as day on your face. A grin spreads across his face when he sees your attention back on him. God, he loves the way you look at him like that. He quickly shoves the thought to the back of his head.

“In a bad mood today, huh?” He teases, that annoying grin still prominent on his face and you clench your fist into a ball, wanting to punch that grin off his stupid face though you know you can’t. He would just go running to the teachers and higher-ups and get you in trouble somehow.

You let out a small scoff and continue to glare at him before he talks again.

“What? You really think I’m gonna annoy you today?” He smirks and slowly walks closer to you but you grimace. He leans his head down slightly and you frown deeper. You’re already annoying me with your presence, you want to say.

“You should smile more, it’ll make you more pleasant to look at for once, [name]-” He could barely finish his sentence before your anger got the best of you. How dare he act like nothing’s happened?

“What is your fucking problem, you bastard?” You sneer at him as you shove his chest hard, causing him to widen his eyes at your sudden action and stumble backwards before tripping over his feet and falling to the ground on his bottom, his feet on the floor with his knees bent towards the ceiling and his hands behind him to stabilize himself. His legs are spread out slightly and he winces at the sudden impact.

If your mind wasn’t so flooded with anger right now, you would think that Gojo looks rather hot on the ground staring up at you with a flushed face and widened eyes.

Shit, he didn’t mean for you to get this pissed off. He was planning to ask you to come over to his house later or something. Usually you just ignore him and walk off quietly, he didn’t expect this at all. Why are you getting mad? Haven’t you gotten the hint that he bullies you cause he likes you?

You step a foot down awfully near his crotch and he flinches, staring at it with a red face but you don’t notice. You see his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallows harshly. He looks back up at you but quickly looks away when he sees you staring at him so intensely and you’re surprised just how easily he shut up from a simple shove to the ground. Maybe he’s more simple than you thought.

You see his chest rise up and down quickly. The silence is thick and heavy in the air with the sound of his breathing and your own heart beating rapidly in your chest the only noises you hear. The way he refuses to look at you, how red he is, and the way his legs slightly tremble gives you the wrong idea.

Does… seeing you towering over him and staring down at him turn him on somehow? No way, you think.

But when your eyes trail down from his still flushed face down his body and to the place between his spread legs, your idea is confirmed.

“Who said you could get fucking hard right now?” Gojo flinches and his eyes widen, quickly looking down at the rather large bulge in his pants. He tries to cover it with his hands but you quickly kick them away, resulting in his legs spreading even further apart.

Good thing that you’re at one of the more secluded and quiet areas of the school and that not many students nor teachers have classes here.

It’s odd. It’s really odd. How although he could easily get up and run away or even shove you back and say some mean things to you again, he’s not. He’s not doing any of that, just sitting on the ground in front of you like he enjoys it. And a part of you is starting to enjoy the situation as well.

You suddenly remember how although there’s no one in the hallway, there are still some students and teachers in the classrooms near you guys. It seems you two haven’t been loud enough to attract their attention but you know that at any moment, someone could step out into the hallway and spot you two. Though the thought just spurs you on even more.

He hesitates before glancing up at you and swallows again before glancing back at your shoe and it gives you an idea. Without thinking, you lift your foot and press it down on his crotch. The action immediately makes Gojo let out a deep groan and cover his mouth with his hand, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. The sight makes something in your stomach stir although you are still annoyed by his past actions.

Slowly, he opens his eyes back and stares at you, his eyes more soft than before. He puts his hand down and opens his mouth to talk but you notice how he hesitates.

“C-Could we ngh do this in a classroom-“

You quickly cut him off with a scoff. “Really? Do you really think I’m gonna take pity on you after you annoyed me everyday of my college life? It’s not my fault you got hard from just a shove.” You sneer in disgust, making Gojo shiver. “Maybe I should return the favor somehow.” Gojo’s breath hitches in his throat when he sees the anger in your eyes and the way you’re glaring down at him like he’s some sort of useless piece of trash. He feels something throb in his pants.

You suddenly smirk and Gojo has to hold back a whine from the way you look so scary but so hot at the same time.

“I wonder what everyone would think if they were to see you right now, pitifully on the floor like a fucking puppy,” you spit out.

Gojo squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to imagine the sheer shock on everyone’s faces if they were to stumble across him like this in the hallway. But oh God, the way you compare him to a puppy has his stomach fluttering and something else throbbing again.

He opens his eyes again and lets out the most pitiful whine you’ve ever heard and oh does it sound heavenly coming from someone you despise.

“Please?” You contemplate it. As much as you would rather stay in the hallway and ruin him here, you know that if you two were to be caught, you would face suspension and it would ruin your reputation even more. With a sigh and frown, you glance around and spot a dark classroom. Bingo.

You point to it and Gojo’s eyes dart to the empty room, his breathing still fast. He quickly understands it and slowly gets up from the floor.

“Go inside.” It wasn’t a statement, it was an order. He nods and he walks in, glancing behind him to make sure you’re following him inside. As you go into the room, you close the door and lock it, turning back to see Gojo already on the floor on his knees and it makes your heart quicken.

Walking up to him, you before him and immediately return your foot back on his crotch and press down. Gojo lets out a breathy curse from his lips and gasps, his hands obediently at his sides, clenching into fists tightly.

He’s embarrassed at himself for being so easy for you, already at your knees after his plan backfired on him but he’s not complaining. Not when your foot presses down harder which forces a moan out from him and makes his mind foggy. He’s close already. He tells you that and he blushes when you laugh.

“Already? How pathetic,” you tease. “And I thought I would at least get to see you naked first.” The idea of him being fully naked and you fully clothed makes him whimper and he’s quick to open his mouth to beg to get naked for you but you cut him off.

“But I don't think you deserve it after everything you’ve done. You’ll cum from my foot and without taking a piece of clothing off, understood?” He nods before he understands what you said and widens his eyes when he processes it.

“But-” “But?” You raise an eyebrow, daring him to disagree which shuts him right up. You smile and grind your shoe back down on his bulge. “Good, now go on. I know you’re just aching to get some friction, yeah?”

He nods again and doesn’t hesitate for a moment before bucking his hips up against your foot, letting out a soft cry as the pleasure shoots through his body. You keep your foot still and let him do all the work and he lets out a loud moan when a particular thrust has his precum leaking out and dampening his pants.

You feel him twitch underneath your foot and smirk in amusement. “Quiet now, it's still school time, remember?” The reminder has him whimpering, wanting to let out loud noises for you but understanding the environment. You can tell he’s close from the way he’s practically begging with those puppy eyes of his.

“P-Please?” “Please what, Gojo?” He lets out another soft cry, the pleasure being too much. His mind is so foggy from the fact that you two are in an empty classroom and can get caught at any moment and how he can’t let out loud noises like he wants and the feeling of his dick being so hard, it hurts.

And now you’re teasing him. How mean, he wants to say to you. But the chances that you get mad again and leave him here in the classroom by himself with a hard dick is too high. So he begs.

“Please let me cum? Please? I-I’ve been good-” You laugh again. He hasn’t been good at all to you but he has been good at not touching you and keeping quiet. So maybe you’ll take pity on him. Maybe.

“Hm should I?” You pretend to think and Gojo moans, his pace quickening against your foot and he nods frantically. “I don’t think I should.” The second you take your foot off him, Gojo swears he’s close to crying right then and there. His hands subconsciously dart out from his sides to reach for your ankle but your sharp glare stops him.

So instead, he whimpers as tears prickle the corner of his eyes, his dick aching for release. You smirk at the sight.

“Beg for it, Gojo. Unless you want me to leave.” He obeys yet again, almost too eagerly this time that it almost makes you laugh. Geez, knocking Gojo down his high horse is way more fun than you thought it would be.

“[Name] please? Please please please i'll be such a good boy for you i promise!” It’s cute, seeing his glossy eyes and parted lips as he pants like a puppy for you. You swear you see a glimpse of a tail behind him wagging eagerly.

“Do whatever you want to me! Just let me cum, please!” With a smile, you place your foot back on his bulge and press down hard.

He throws his head back with a whimper and he swears he sees stars as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Ah!- T-Thank you ngh” He goes back to his previous quick pace again and it’s not long till he’s close again. He squeezes his eyes shut, not trusting himself to not have them roll back and he hesitantly places his hands around your ankle to keep it there, refusing for you to pull away again. You click your tongue in disapproval but don’t say anything about it which he is grateful about.

“I’m gonna cum im gonna cum-” He babbles out as he continues to rut against your foot like a dog in heat. “Such a good boy for me, telling me that you’re close and not cuming without permission.,” you praise and you swear his hips stutters at that. A sucker for praise, it seems.

His eyes shoot open and it's clear what he’s begging for. “Go on, cum.”

And he does almost immediately. One of his hands shoots up to cover his mouth as he muffles his choked moans and whimpers and your eyes look down to see the spot where his crotch is quickly dampening as he cums.

But you don’t stop, you actually speed up. Gojo feels your foot continuing to grind down on his now damp crotch and he can barely hold on, his hand dropping from his mouth back to hastily hold onto your leg. His eyes widen and curses sputter out of his mouth in stutters.

“S-Shit wait! I’m ngh not ready-” You grab a handful of his hair and yank on it hard, forcing him to look directly at you and let out a rather loud whine. He stares at you with tears ready to fall down his face and oh does he look good like this. He’s on his knees, his hips bucking up to your foot as if he didn’t just say he’s not ready, face flushed such a pretty pink as he stares up at you like you own him. The tight grip you have on his hair has his scalp prickling in pain in such a good way that he almost begs for you to yank harder but another moan escapes him before he can.

“Come on, you were begging so nicely earlier,” you say mockingly, a feign pout on your face as you stare down at the once confident man. “Don’t you want to cum again? I think you got some more in you, yeah?”

He immediately nods and lets out a cry when you step down even harder on his clothed dick and pull on his hair harder. Shit, he’s already close again, the overstimulation getting to him and making it feel all so much better. He can barely even talk or speak full sentences anymore, only letting out mainly whines and whimpers and a few babbles here and there.

Each tug of your hand, grind of your shoe, and praise or degradation you graciously give to him has him soon crying out of pure pleasure. Tears streak down his face slowly as he gets closer to cumming again. You’re almost jealous of how pretty he still is while crying.

“Cum.” That’s all he needs to hear before his hips stutter again and he lets out a quiet sob, cumming for the second time and staining his pants even more.

His pace slows down before stopping, his breath slowing down. He slowly leans forward to lean his cheek against your leg and your breath hitches at the sight. You can feel his hot breath against your leg as he stares up at you with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. He’s mumbling under his breath and you swear you hear “thank you’s” coming out quietly.

You can’t help but lean down slightly and run your hand through his hair, hearing a soft hum coming from him as he sighs when your hand moves down to caress his damp cheek, nuzzling against it.

The sudden sound of the school bell ringing snaps you two out of the trance. Right, you two are still at school in an empty classroom. You hear the other students rush out of the nearby classes to leave and return home and you’re glad that you two aren’t in view of the door window.

You hear a sigh coming from Gojo and you look back at him and see him smile up at you.

“I… enjoyed that,” he murmurs shyly and you can't help but smile. “You did so good for me.” He whines and blushes and you swear you feel another twitch from his crotch.

Let's just say that you two continued to meet at that spot many times after that.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

“C’mon, Megumiiii~” you whine, prodding at his shoulder for emphasis, “you’re being such a little grump.” 

“I’m not–I–what? I’m not a grump,” Megumi glares at you, not helping to disprove your statement. “I’m just telling you it’s not gonna work, so there’s no point in trying.” 

The two of you are currently sprawled out on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment. It’s a lazy Sunday, it’s early September, and it’s still hot out – meaning you’re in nothing but a tank top and sleep shorts, and Megumi is in nothing but a pair of dark plaid boxers. His whole chest is out, and you haven’t been able to stop staring. 

Megumi is lean but somewhat toned, his muscles only subtly visible under his pale skin when he’s relaxed. He’s beautiful all over, but the one thing really holding your attention captive is his nipples. They’re so pretty and pink, just sitting there on the gentle swell of his pecs – and you don’t think he’s ever let you touch them.  

About five minutes ago, you interrupted the show you two were watching with the out-of-pocket comment, “did you know that some guys can cum from just their nipples?” 

Megumi had instantly stiffened up, turning to look at you with an eyebrow raised. “Okay? Where did that come from?”

“I don’t know, I just thought it was interesting.” You shrugged innocently. “Did you know that?” 

Megumi had looked at you skeptically for a moment longer before turning back towards the TV. 

“No,” he grumbled. 

“Gosh, Megumi, you already sound annoyed! I didn’t even suggest anything.” 

“No, but you’re gonna, aren’t you? You never just think something’s interesting. Just go ahead, say it.” 

You laughed at him, pushing at his shoulder for his attitude. “Well, you’re a guy…and you have nipples.” 

There it is, Megumi thought. 

“No.” 

Megumi shook his head. You considered leaving the subject alone with how quick his answer was, but the noticeable blush that had crept onto his cheeks made you want to keep pushing a bit. 

“No? You don’t have nipples? Or you’re not a guy?”

“No, I do–I am. But I’m not…” Megumi flushed harder, clearing his throat. “...Not gonna try whatever you’re implying.” 

After a few minutes of back-and-forth, you had managed to convince Megumi to watch a video from your Twitter feed of a girl making a guy cum from his nipples, Megumi’s curiosity winning over his resistance. 

He watched the entire thing with a skeptical, almost judgemental look on his face, but you didn’t miss the way it made him squirm in his seat, or the way his cheeks got noticeably redder. 

However, even after the video proved you right, Megumi still didn’t seem any more willing to let you touch his nipples. 

This is what led to your current conversation that’s got Megumi’s feathers so ruffled.

“Okay, but how do you know it won’t work if you’ve never tried it?” You tilt your head at him, smirking playfully. 

“Because. I just…I know. It won’t work. It's not really gonna feel like anything, and you'll be disappointed." 

“Okay, fine, how about this,” you decide to try a new approach, “you don’t even have to think about cumming from it. Forget that idea. I just wanna touch them.” 

Megumi whines, his hands covering his face before he pushes them upwards to run through his hair, looking stressed. “Why do you wanna touch them so badly? They’re just nipples.” 

“Because they’re so cute! Plus I think they’re the only part of you that I’ve never touched, and that’s kind of evil if you think about it.” 

Megumi covers his face again at this, mumbling something unintelligible. 

You drop your head on his shoulder dramatically. “Ahhh, you’re so mean, Megumiii~ I let you touch my boobs all the time… you hate meee…” 

“What? Come on, I love you, I just–” Megumi pauses as he processes your implication. “They’re not boobs.”

“Close enough,” you mumble, deciding again to redirect your approach. 

Turning your body into Megumi’s, still leaning on his shoulder, you throw your left leg over his thigh and place your left hand on his tummy, starting to draw gentle circles into his skin. Megumi sucks in a sharp breath, and you lean into his neck, placing a kiss right under his ear. 

Megumi stiffens up, but he doesn’t protest as your hand slowly makes its way up to his chest. You’re close enough to him that you can hear his breathing picking up. You can feel his pulse quickening as you gently press kisses into the side of his neck.

Megumi lets out a soft whine as you suck gently on his pulse point, shifting his hips uncomfortably. He whispers your name almost anxiously, his left hand grabbing at your thigh to ground himself. 

“C’mon, they’re right there,” you whisper to him, tracing your middle finger in a circle around his nipple, deliberately avoiding touching it. “Can I touch them just a little? Please?”

You can feel his resolve crumbling. As soon as he whispers out a shaky “okay,” Megumi can feel your sly smile growing against his neck. 

You press another kiss below his ear, whispering “that’s my good boy,” and dragging the pad of your finger over his left nipple, gently rubbing it in a circle. 

You don’t know exactly what level of reaction you were expecting, but your hopes certainly weren’t this high. 

Megumi jerks, letting out a sharp whine, his fingers digging into your thigh. You pull your head out of his neck in surprise, watching as his dick twitches visibly in his boxers. You look at him, an eyebrow raised in pleasant astonishment, and he can only meet your eyes for a second before he drops his head against the backboard of the sofa with a shaky moan, his eyes fluttering shut. 

“My god, Megs…” you mumble, eyes lit up in excitement as you sit up straighter, hand drifting over to his other nipple. Again, he jerks sharply, whining, his right hand gripping the blanket on the sofa. As the soft pad of your finger circles this one, Megumi starts to push his hips up against the air, his cock now straining against the fabric of his boxers. 

“Ugh, I–fuck-” Megumi curses under his breath, trying to stop himself from squirming. 

Feeling elated from his positive reaction, you bring yourself to straddle him, purposely sitting far enough down on his thighs that you aren’t making contact with his dick. 

“Hey,” You bring your right hand to gently tap at his cheek, prompting him to open his eyes. “Look at me,” you whisper. Megumi feels dizzy from the way your other hand is still circling his nipple, sending sparks through his body, but he forces himself to raise his head up. “Did you know they were this sensitive?” 

Megumi lowers his head, feeling his cheeks flush impossibly warmer. “Maybe,” he mutters. 

“How is this the first time I’m finding out?” You don’t sound mad. More like you’re in awe and genuine confusion. Megumi lowers his eyes, unable to meet yours with the way you’re looking at him so hungrily, like you just found a new toy, and you’re planning to play with it until it breaks. 

But he can’t stop himself from pushing his hips up, wishing that you would scooch a couple inches higher so your weight would be on his dick. Ignoring your question, Megumi decides to lift his knees so you fall further forward onto him. Realizing what he’s trying to do, you stabilize yourself on his chest, before pinching his nipple hard. “Stop that. Answer me.” 

Megumi whines loudly at the feeling, his whole body tensing up, and a strong shiver runs down his spine. He drops his knees, but his hips continue to rock upwards involuntarily. “Fuck–please, I…it’s too much,” 

You stop pinching his nipple, rubbing it gently in apology, and Megumi lets out a shaky breath punctuated by a soft whimpery noise that you don’t think you’ve ever heard come out of him. The corner of your mouth turns upwards as you let your eyes settle on his cock, now fully hard in his underwear, the whole outline clearly visible, twitching painfully every few seconds. You stare at it until Megumi squirms, pushing his hips up at you again, before you raise your eyes back up to meet his. “Answer my question.” 

Megumi drops his head in shame, his chest rising and falling as he pants. “Don’t know. I was embarrassed.” 

“Aww. Why were you embarrassed, ‘Gumi?” You take his face in your hands, and he looks up at you, cheeks burning, still with a bit of reluctance on his face. But you see how his eyes are starting to glaze over, how he’s looking at you like he wants you to take control; to rip away his last remnants of inhibition, so he doesn’t have to think about how embarrassed he is, so he’s just yours. 

“‘Cause it makes me act like this,” he mumbles. 

“Awh,” You gently rub his cheek with your thumb before pushing it softly against his lip. Megumi makes a soft noise, pushing his hips up again as you caress his bottom lip with your thumb. “Open,” you whisper, and his mouth falls open without a second thought, his eyes fluttering shut. “Thaat’s it,” you coo at him, pressing down against his tongue. 

Megumi lets out a filthy moan around your finger, his mouth closing around it as he starts to suck. “Pwease,” he whines around your finger, watery eyes meeting yours. 

“Please what, baby?” You coo, slipping a second finger in. As soon as Megumi tries to answer, you push your fingers back into his throat, making him gag. He looks at you with wide eyes, moaning again around your fingers, trying again to answer but it’s unintelligible. 

Taking pity on him, you pull your fingers out of his mouth, causing drool to spill out around them. “Please touch me,” he gasps as soon as your fingers have passed his lips on the way out. 

“Okay love,” you rub the wetness from his mouth between your fingers on each hand before you bring them down to his nipples again, rubbing over both of them at the same time. 

“Nghh–” Megumi jolts, arching his chest up into your fingers. “N-not there–” he pants, unsure whether to squirm away from your fingers or up into them. They’re so sensitive, he can’t even tell if it feels good or if it’s too much. 

“So pretty,” you marvel, completely enamoured by his reactions, never having seen him this squirmy and sensitive before. 

“Fuck, it’s too much–” he grits out, pushing his hips up harder as you alternate between pinching and circling his sensitive nipples. “Please!”

“Please what? I’m touching you, Megs. What’re you whining about?” 

Megumi drops his head again, whining harder, feeling overwhelmed, unused to having so much stimulation there. He knew his nipples were sensitive because he feels it whenever he takes his shirt on or off. He’s tried touching them once or twice while jerking off, too, but quickly decided it was too much and stopped. He’s never experienced anything like the way you’re touching them now, and at this point, he doesn’t even have the ability to process whether it’s too much or not because his cock is so hard. 

“N-not there,” he whines again, registering the embarrassment of his request in the back of his mind but feeling too desperate to pay it any mind, knowing exactly what you want him to say. “Please...can you touch my cock?” 

Normally, asking nicely works perfectly for Megumi, as you have trouble denying him anything when he’s like this. But this time, you just smirk at him, making his blood run cold. 

“Aw, but you’re doing so good for me, ‘Gumi! Don’t you wanna see if you can cum like this?” 

Megumi shakes his head frantically, continuing to push his hips up against the air. 

“No, no…Please, I can’t. It’s not enough!” 

“But you just said it was too much?” You tilt your head at him innocently, flicking his nipples faster under your thumbs. “Which one is it, ‘Gumi?” 

“I–I–shit…ngh…” Megumi fumbles around for something to grab onto, settling on your thighs. You giggle at him, letting him white-knuckle your thighs, seemingly unaffected by this whole display. 

“Look, Megs, you’re leaking so much,” you take one hand off his nipple, bringing it down to hover over his cock, smiling at the sizable wet spot that’s formed, emphasizing where his tip is straining against the fabric. Thinking you’re finally going to touch him, Megumi’s head shoots up, eyes wide and frantic. 

“Please, please. Please.”

“Shhhhh,” you ghost the backs of your index and middle fingers over the wet spot in his boxers, petting it softly like you would with a scared animal, trying to coax it into trusting you. Megumi almost chokes on the moan that rips from his throat, his cock jumping up to meet your fingers. “Relax, ‘Gumi. Relax.” 

Megumi tries to be good, to keep his hips down, but he can’t stop his cock from twitching, nor can he stop himself from squirming under your other hand. 

“C-Can’t–ngh,” he squirms harder, “Please!”

You pout at him, pulling your fingers away from his cock slowly, a small string of precum following them for the first inch before breaking. Megumi lets out a humiliated sob as the tiny bit of stimulation you gave him is ripped away, while you sink your teeth into your own lip, swallowing a moan at how wet he is.

“Megs, you can cum from this. You definitely can.” 

“N-No,” he cries, shaking his head. “Can’t.” 

“Are you close?” 

Megumi sniffles harder, feeling his eyes burn with tears, wiping at his eyes in frustration before they even fall. “Y-Yeah,” he huffs, “b-but it’s not enough.” 

You pout at him again, planting a soft kiss on his lips in pity, before kissing down his neck to his chest. 

“Wait, no, I can’t–” 

Megumi squeezes his eyes shut as you wrap your lips around his left nipple, still rubbing his right one under your finger. His brain freezes for a second before he lets out a debauched moan, hands flying to tangle in your hair without a second thought. 

“Fuck!” he gasps for air, practically writhing underneath you, feeling the intense tingling from his nipples start to spread into his tummy. He’s rocking his hips up rhythmically into the small space between him and your stomach, stopping each thrust just when the fabric of his boxers ghosts against the fabric of your tank top. 

You lower your other hand to rest on his waist, gently stroking the skin there, not minding that fact that he’s practically bucking you around like a mechanical bull given that he’s not actually grinding on anything. You alternate between lapping against his nipple with your tongue and sucking it between your lips, while you gently flick his right one under your finger. 

Megumi feels the knot start to tighten in his lower stomach, subconsciously mirroring it in the way his hands tighten in your hair. He moans your name, sounding panicked. “Shit, shit. Feels weird. I needa cum–please–” 

You hum against his nipple, pulling away for a moment to whisper “Go ahead, Megs, you can cum.” 

“Ca-an’t,” he cries, thrashing under you, “not enough, ahh–n-need more–” 

“Okay, then don’t,” You smirk against him, not stopping your ministrations. 

“Please,” Megumi has given up on trying to stop himself from fully crying at this point. “Please, I–need to cum so bad,”

“Then do it,” you whisper again. 

Megumi groans, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to focus on the feeling building in his stomach. He feels his muscles starting to tense, and his balls starting to tighten. He gasps as his hips stutter into the air, pulling you closer against his chest. “Shit shit–I’m gonna–”

“C’mon, kitty, you can do it,” you whisper, before biting his nipple between your teeth. 

Megumi’s whole body goes taught, his toes curling, and for a moment, he’s completely silent, sound caught in his throat. Then he lets out a delicious moan, cock jumping as he shoots white ropes into his boxers. 

“O-Ohmygod,” Megumi pants, feeling his vision go spotty as he successfully cums untouched, holding your head against his chest like a lifeline as he curls in on himself.

After about thirty seconds, Megumi lets out a harsh breath, and you feel him go slack underneath you, slumping against the couch. You plant one last kiss against his overstimulated nipple before pulling your head away from his chest to get a good look at him. You feel yourself throb at the sight. 

Megumi is sprawled against the back of the couch, head tilted back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows harshly between ragged breaths. His hair is slightly matted with sweat, and his entire body is dewy and flushed. His cock is still twitching periodically, along with his stomach and chest muscles, from the aftershocks of his orgasm – especially from how intensely he had to tighten them to cum untouched. The wet spot on his boxers has tripled in size, some of his cum having gone through the fabric completely, the thick, white substance contrasting the dark, wet fabric of his boxers, only serving to further emphasize the picture of his fucked out state. 

Finally, your gaze makes its way up to his eyes, which are glassed over, staring at the ceiling, looking like not a single thought is behind them. You gently trace the backs of your fingers over Megumi’s tummy, watching his abs tense and relax at your touch, before gently cupping his cheek again. You rise to your knees, still straddling him, hanging your head over his to look at him.

“Hey,” you whisper, kissing the tip of his nose. “You doin’ okay?”

You watch as Megumi’s eyes lose their haze and focus on yours, and for a second, you’re unable to read his expression. Then, he lets out a breathy laugh, shutting his eyes again. “My god,” he groans. “I can’t believe that worked. Why did I let you do that to me?” 

You giggle, relieved that he's doing okay, and press a kiss against his lips, which he returns eagerly, bringing his arms up to wrap around your waist. 

“Because you love me," you grin at him.  

“Yeah, I do, yet look how you treat me” he whispers against your lips, still smiling. “You’re evil.” 

“Oh come on, Megs, you’re such a baby. You did such a good job! Didn’t I tell you you could do it? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” 

Megumi blushes, rubbing his face against yours like a cat. “Yeah, easy for you to say. I’m gonna be flinching when I take my shirt off for the next week.” 

You smile against his face before pinching his nipple one more time, making him yelp. 

“That’s what you get for keeping this secret from me for so long~”

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©decayofalice

naoya writhes in your silk, yet it's useless, unable to escape the tightening threads around his limbs. you slowly approach, standing in front of his form with an indifferent expression. the silk shifts his position, forcing him back first to the floor, arms folded above his head and legs now fully wide.

“you dare disrespect… t—the head of the Hei? I'll let you know I—” his sentence cuts short as you lift your free hand, the new sensation overwhelming him.

he can feel his blood inside of him, moving like it's not supposed to, all of it rushing down to his dick, hard-on visible through his hakama. “how— how dare you! forcing me through such a t—tasteless act!”

“do you ever shut up?” naoya’s eyes widen at your words, you really had the audacity to speak to him like that? yet the thought gets interrupted as an unfamiliar coldness trails at the back of his neck, the feel of slick against his skin and the tickling of suckers.

“you wouldn't dare.” but oh you would, and it's not long before the first tentacle finds its way towards naoya's mouth, slipping past his lips and pushing straight into his throat, forcing him to gag against the appendage.

“there we go, you sound much better when you're not hurling insults my way.” you tug your fingers holding the silk thread, forcing naoya’s legs up, reaching just until his knees press against his chest. “I see the Zen’in train their young well, are you all flexible like this?”

you bring your hand to your chin, pondering about the other clan members. “oh well, I suppose I'll have to find out later, right now, I need my fill.” lifting your free hand, two more tentacles appear from below naoya, the appendages wrapping around his legs, slowly lowering further and further, before stopping right above his clothed cock.

you can't help the smirk that stretches across your lips, it's been years since you've last humiliated a sorcerer like this, and naoya made the perfect target for you, an egotistical, narcissistic man. the perfect prey.

the tentacles rip apart naoya's hakama, revealing his leaking hard-on, the tip dripping and his abdomen already coated in pre-cum. “truly pathetic." you sound bored, but deep down, this is the best day since being incarnated. “a virgin hole, all that toxic masculinity preventing you from having a proper fuck, let's change that?”

naoya shakes his head desperately, attempting to escape your thread, yet you simply tighten it, halting his useless attempts at escape. “let's not do that now, it'll hurt the more you try to escape.” naoya whines against the first tentacle in his mouth, watching as the second one around his leg gets too close for comfort, hovering just above his hole.

“it's okay, it has enough slick to lube you up juuusssttt nicely.” you smile down at him, yet naoya doesn't seem that pleased at your attempts of humor. you flick your wrist, and the second tentacle pushes inside him without warning, the stretch a blissful burn as naoya throws his head back and lifts his hips up, legs shaking against your thread.

“mggh!!! hfgh— hhfff!!” you can hear the curses leaving his lips, even though they aren't exactly audible. the tentacle begins to move, slow at first, testing the waters. the sound of slick against skin filling your ears among other noises.

“you're taking it quite well, are you sure you're an anal virgin?” naoya sighs, slowly letting his body relax. no, no he can't enjoy this, but fuck, why does it feel so fucking good?? a certain thrust catches him off guard, the tip of the tentacle pushing right against his prostate.

“hmm, found it.” the tentacle increases its thrusts, shaking naoya in your threads as it hits that sweet spot inside him every time.

”mmghhh!! nhgggg! hmp!-hmp!-hmp!” naoya wishes he could speak, to tell you to stop so he could beat the shit out of you for putting him in such a vulnerable position, but he can't help but moan and whine with every thrust, genuine pleasure running through his veins as he practically gets fucked dumb.

“are you gonna cum, naoya? spill your pathetic seed all over the ground like the dumb mutt you are?” naoya can feel his cock twitch at your words, leaking pre-cum like a faucet. he can't be thinking this way, can't be getting off of your degradation, yet it turns him on so fucking bad.

“hfff—nghh… c-cumminhhhgg!!!” naoya's muffled words reach your ears, and you watch his hips buck up, climax reaching him as he throws his head back, his release coating his stomach and chest in white.

you allow the tentacle in his mouth to go, swollen lips pouting as his chest heaves up and down. “d—don’t look at me… l—like that.” naoya sighs, muscles relaxing as all the tentacles release from his body.

using your thread, you lower naoya's legs and lift him up into a kneeling position, his arms still tied above him. “but we aren't done just yet.” you pout, watching naoya’s head zip up to look at you like you've just grown two heads.

it's not long before a tentacle is summoned below him, hovering just below his ass, like it's waiting for him. “I'm not doing everything this time, ride the tentacle naoya, and I'll let you go.” he looks down, watching as the tentacle waves and swings, waiting for anything to happen.

naoya gulps nervously, slowly lowering himself down onto the tentacle. he's still sensitive, cock already hardening once more, pre-cum dripping from the tip. “you do know how to ride something, right?” your voice catches him off guard, and naoya attempts to recount the times he's had women ride him, move his hips back and forth right?

he starts off slow, allowing himself to adjust to the new size, hips slowly moving back and forth, cock twitching as the tip brushes against his prostate once more. “there we go, not so bad, huh?” you smile, watching as naoya grew more confident in his movement.

soon enough he was riding like an expert, hips moving up and down, angling it just right to hit his prostate dead on with each bounce. “mfgh… fuckkkk, m’ so hard, you're ruinin’ me… breakin’ me in.” he's mindlessly babbling at his point, unable to comprehend a proper sentence as his thighs burn with each grind of his hips.

”m’ gonna cum, m’ gonna cum so fuckin’ hard.” naoya gasps, throwing his head back as he spurts all over the ground, the stream much less than the previous one. you loosen your thread, watching naoya fall back first to the floor.

you approach his form, lowering down to kneel before placing his head on to your lap. naoya can barely tell where he is, but he looks up at you anyway. “oh naoya, can you believe it?” you giggle. he raises an eyebrow in confusion, and your lips purse into a grin. “you fucked a cursed spirit.”

naoya pauses, seemingly confused. “huh?”

“bahahahahaha! I can't believe it, the head of Hei having sex with a cursed spirit, sounds like some made up fairy tale!” you can barely hold your laughter, watching naoya put the pieces together. “those weren't my tentacles! I don't even have any! they belonged to one of the many curses I control.”