catoru :3

“Come on.” Suguru shoots him a warning look. “That’s my little sister you're talking about.”

“Hey, hey,” Satoru laughs, raising his hands in mock defense. “You gotta teach her how to grow thicker skin. Not my problem.”

“Every time you come over, she ends up crying.” The black-haired man sighs. “Don’t be a jerk just for one moment, won’t you?”

“Mmh, no promises.” Satoru grins. Sue him, he’s simply too addicted to the way your face scrunches up indignantly whenever he teases you, the futile yet endearing clenching of your small fists at your side, and most of all, the uncontrollable blubbers that leave your lips as tears roll down your cheeks.

Years later, you’re still the same. Just a little crybaby coming apart at the seams, completely at Gojo Satoru’s mercy.

-

“S-Satoru…” The high-pitched whine of his name only elicits a laugh from the man between your legs, sending shock waves of pleasure shooting through your body.

“Baby, you gotta stop movin’ so much.” Satoru’s large hands grip your thighs, holding them firmly in place as he continues to feast on your dripping pussy. “Gotta let me eat you properly.” He punctuates his point with a loud suck on your clit that has you mewling and twitching under his hold.

“T-Too much!” You sob, hands curling into the silky white stands on his head, tugging uselessly. “S’too much, S-Satoru…”

“You wanna take my cock later, princess?” He hums against your cunt, licking a hot stripe up your slit, chuckling as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. His gaze lazily travels upwards, greeted with the sight of you nodding furiously as tears stream down your cheeks.

“Yes,” you plead with wide, teary eyes. “N-need you.” Satoru smirks.

“Then be a good girl and let me prep you,” he coos, before diving right back between your folds, enjoying the broken sob that leaves your lips as he draws zigzags across your swollen clit.

-

“I really don’t understand you,” Suguru bristles, frustration evident by the way his eyebrows furrow as he eyes Satoru.

“Hmm?” Satoru looks at him with feigned innocence. “Whatever could you be talking about, dear Suguru?”

“You’re unbelievable.” He sighs. “Those gifts you bought her… they’re worth almost a million yen. What the hell is wrong with you, really.”

“Well, you told me I made her cry.” The white-haired man shrugged. “I had to make up for it, didn’t I?” Suguru squints suspiciously, at a brief loss for words.

“...You are not normal,” he finally scoffs.

“Of course not,” Satoru agrees, unfazed.

“You can’t keep doing this. You’re gonna end up spoiling her.”

“And what’s so bad about that?”

-

“Gimme another one, baby.” He’s faintly aware that if he makes you cum again, you really might pass out. However, he can’t really bring himself to be too concerned about that, not when he’s quickly becoming addicted to the taste of your dripping cunt and cries of pleasure.

“C-Can’t, I can’t — “ You sob, entire body shaking around his mouth; you’re so sensitive.

“You can,” he insists between hungry slurps, not letting any of your arousal go to waste. “Fuck…” You’re so sweet. Just how did he survive this long without having a taste of you?

“Please…” You’re still shy, trying your best to stifle your cries even as they fall in a steady stream from your trembling lips. Each loud squelch of your sopping pussy still has you cringing a little, not to mention the embarrassment that washes over you every time you catch a glimpse of your juices all over Satoru’s face.

“Don’t hold back anymore, sweetheart.” He reaches up to grab your wrists, pulling them away from your mouth even as you blubber out a weak protest. “Wanna hear you this time, say it loud. Say my name when you cum.” One more combined thrust of his fingers, deep into your hole with a flick of his tongue across your clit has you creaming on his lips for the fourth time.

“S-Satoru!” You’re unable to control the beautifully loud whine of his name as Satoru greets your orgasm eagerly, savoring every last drop of your release on his tongue.

-

“You made her cry again.” Suguru says, rolling his eyes as he approaches his best friend at their meeting spot.

“Huh?” Satoru raises a brow. “Haven’t even seen her since two weeks ago. What’d I do?”

“She’s sad you’re moving away.” Suguru tuts. “Can’t imagine why. Probably because she won’t be able to use you for your wallet anymore.”

“You implyin’ I’m just a wallet to her?” Satoru exclaims, a little offended. The black-haired man shoots him a deadpan glare.

“You know you’re not. But even you’re not enough of an asshole to use that against her.”

“It’s just college,” Satoru muses. “Kid thinks I won’t be back for her?”

“In two years she’ll be going off to college too.” Suguru shrugs. “She’ll get over you.”

“What a cruel thing to say.” Satoru laughs it off, ignoring the small flicker of jealousy that flares to life deep in his chest.

-

Satoru watches as your chest heaves up and down, in your effort to try to recover from the multiple orgasms he had just given you. You’re lying limp on your bed, unable to move save for the periodic twitching of your thighs.

“Sorry, princess, was that too much?” He’s teasing, but there’s a genuine edge of concern to his voice as he cups your cheek in his hand. You nod, a few tears falling down your face. “Aww, forgive me. You’ll forgive me, right?” In response, you tug weakly on his shirt collar, asking him to come closer. He relents, allowing you to drag him down towards you. Satoru’s about to ask what you need, before you suddenly tilt your head upwards to kiss him.

Satoru lets out a small noise of surprise as your soft lips press against his, hesitant at first, but deepening once your fingers find further purchase in his shirt, gripping tightly. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you up into his lap.

You kiss him a little clumsily, still boneless from your release but Satoru doesn’t mind. Doesn’t mind at all, of course, when your lips are so soft against his, and he can swallow every quiet whimper that escapes you.

“Satoru…” Your voice is raspy and small, but your eyes are wild as you cling helplessly to him. “A-Am… Am I ready yet?” His jaw goes slack in awe at the adorable, troubled expression on your face. Your lips are swollen into a permanent pout now as you look up at him with those wide doe eyes that always had him weak.

“...Think you are,” he heaves, realizing that he’s just as fucked out as you are. It takes everything in him to hold back the urge to just take you.

-

“She’s grown up.” Satoru raises his eyebrows in pleasant surprise at the pictures that Suguru shows him. Your family had recently gone on vacation, so Suguru had been gone for an entire week, leaving his best friend and roommate all alone.

“That’s what you’re looking at?” Suguru shoots him an annoyed look.

“Oh,” says Satoru, glancing back at the picture. “Uh, nice waterfall.”

“One of the seven natural wonders of the world and all you can see is my baby sister.” Suguru exhales deeply.

“What? You can’t blame me too much. Kid’s changed,” the white-haired man shoots defensively.

“She’s twenty, not sixteen anymore. Of course, she’s changed.” Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“I know that, I just…” Satoru pauses, glancing back at the picture. You’re still tiny, only reaching up to your brother’s, and by extension his, chest. Your face has matured, though, baby fat gone from your cheeks. That didn’t stop you from being any less adorable, though — your smile is as radiant as ever. He can’t help but let a small smile of his own slip onto his face.

“Hopeless,” Suguru mutters in disbelief. “Hopeless, the both of you.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

-

Satoru lets you unbutton his shirt, watching in amusement as your eyes narrow with focus as each button pops open, slowly revealing more and more of his skin.

“Um…” You’re nervous. It’s plain as day from the way your lip wobbles as your eyes sweep down the view of his chiseled chest and torso, only to end at the prominent bulge in his slacks.

“You sure you’re okay with this, princess?” He cups your chin in his hand, gently tilting your face to look straight at him. “Need to rest?”

“N-No!” You protest immediately, shaking your head. “I…” You glance back down at his erection, a flicker of desire in your eyes. “I need…” You trail off, unable to say it.

“Okay.” If he was feeling meaner, he would make you tell him exactly what you want. But he wants to be nice today, especially since you’ve already cried so much for him. “Okay, baby. Don’t worry, you’ll have it. Can you unzip me? Can you do that for me?” You hesitate for a moment. Satoru briefly wonders if he’s perhaps pushed you a bit too hard.

But then you’re reaching for him, small hands finding the top of his pants and slowly undoing the button. Your fingers close around his zipper, slowly tugging it down.

“Good girl.” He pecks your forehead. “Take me out of my boxers, alright?” As his angry, swollen cock springs free from his underwear, you can’t contain your gasp.

“Oh…” The soft sound leaves you almost involuntarily as you stare and wonder at how the hell that’s gonna fit in you. He’s thick and long, rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. You slowly wrap your own hand around his cock, lips parting as your fingers fail to meet in the middle. Your own pussy clenches in a combination of fear and excitement.

“See why I needed to prepare you, now?”

-

“Sorry to spring this onto you all of a sudden, especially since you just got into town.” Suguru sighs over the phone.

“Don’t worry about it. If you’re not around to take care of her, duty falls on me,” says Satoru as he reverses his car out of the parking lot, heading to the location Suguru had sent him.

“Let me know when she’s home safe. Tell her I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Yeah, will do.”

A pause.

“And… no funny business, got it?”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“I’m serious, Satoru. She just confronted her asshole cheater ex. She doesn’t need you drooling all over her right now.”

“Relax, dude. I’m not that desperate.” Satoru rolls his eyes.

“Good. Keep it that way.”

-

His conversation with Suguru lies in the back of his mind, forgotten, as Satoru places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Lay back and relax for me, sweetheart.” You immediately obey, laying yourself down on your bed, heart beating fast in anticipation.

“S’gonna hurt, right?” you ask softly.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve gotten you ready, see?” Satoru comforts you, brushing his fingers against the wetness still soaking your entrance.

“Oh.” Tears suddenly well in your eyes. “Um, s-sorry, it just always hurt with him…”

“What?” Satoru’s eyes darken, unsure if you mean what he thinks you do.

“He just…” You bite your lip, trying not to let your tears fall. “H-He just p-put it in, y’know?” His heart drops in his stomach. Two years, two whole fucking years with that asshole, and he had never given you proper foreplay? No wonder you were so sensitive and responsive to his touch, your body had never received the attention it’s always deserved.

“Baby.” Satoru squeezes your hand, fighting down the urge to find that asshole and beat him up. That could come later. Right now, he has to focus on you. “It’s not gonna be that way this time. Not with me. Okay?” You nod, squeezing his hand in return.

“O-Okay.”

-

It’s the first time he’s seen you in person in four years, and here you are in the passenger seat of his car, crying your eyes out.

You feel absolutely humiliated. You had called Suguru to ask him to pick you up from your ex-boyfriend’s house after you dumped him, but he had told you he couldn’t.

“I’ll send someone to get you. Hang tight,” he’d said.

You just didn’t know it was going to be Gojo Satoru, who hadn’t returned to your hometown since he graduated high school.

“I’m gonna bring you home,” Satoru had told you, getting out of the driver’s seat to open the car door for you. “Relax, okay? You’re safe now.” He had buckled your seatbelt for you before settling in himself, starting the engine without another word.

The car ride back to your house is silent, save for the continuous sniffles that wrack your body as you try your best to stop your tears. Satoru silently puts a box of tissues in your lap at some point, and your heart stutters at the action.

You’ve known for many years now, that you never got over your first love.

-

Clothes fully discarded, Satoru lowers himself on top of you, enamored with the way you shyly glance down at`his cock, gaze wavering for a moment before slowly looking back up at him, eyes begging for him to do something.

“Tell me if you want to stop.” He brushes his fingers, tender and gentle, across your cheek. You nod, hand curling around his bicep.

“Kiss me,” you request, and he gladly obliges, leaning down to peck your lips.

“M’gonna go slow,” he tells you. “You want me to stop, hit me real hard — “ He smacks his own chest. “ — Right here. Got it?”

“I won’t,” you say bravely, eyes glimmering with determination. “I… I can take it.” Satoru laughs quietly.

“Alright, princess. Don’t act all cute, you’re just rilin’ me up now.” You smile, a little mischievously.

“Oh, you caught me.”

“Fuck…” Satoru groans, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re gonna kill me.” His fat tip taps against your clit once, twice. You gasp, eyes going glossy as you feel your swollen pussy clench desperately around nothing.

“Satoru,” you plead. “P-Please…”

“I’ll give you what you need. Relax for me…” He aligns his tip with your entrance, prodding between your folds. Inch by inch, he sinks his cock into your warm, throbbing cunt, almost blacking out himself at the sensation of your tight, velvety walls clamping around his cock.

“A-Ah…!” You whine, gripping his bicep and squeezing your eyes shut. The stretch is almost too much, but the delicious sensation of being filled to the brim has you seeing stars.

“You okay?” Satoru pants, willing himself to stop from splitting you open on his cock to check on you.

“Yes,” you whimper. “Yes, a-ah, please k-keep going…” Satoru rests his head in the crook of your neck as he continues to push himself in, enjoying the soft, labored whimpers as you take more and more of him, deep into your sopping hole.

“Almost there,” he coos. “Almost there, princess…” After what feels like an eternity, he finally sheaths the last of him in you, biting at your shoulder as he finally, finally feels exactly the sensation of being one with you.

-

“Drink. You’ll feel better.” Satoru places a glass of water in your hand as he leads you to your living room couch. You stubbornly refuse to look at him, letting the glass sit uselessly in your hand as you stare down at your lap.

He sighs, not sure what he should do. He’s never been good at comforting others, let alone his friends’ kid sisters. He knows you’re not a kid anymore, you’re a full grown adult, but the way you’re sulking and ignoring him says otherwise. Still, his fondness for you wins above all else as he takes the water back and puts it on the coffee table, letting you sit in silence.

”You gonna be okay by yourself?” he asks instead. Satoru doesn’t want to leave you alone, but he’s not sure if his presence will even help. He hasn’t been an active part of your life in years, and he has a feeling that this incredibly vulnerable moment isn’t the best time to barge back in. You don’t reply, twiddling your thumbs.

“Call me if you need anything,” Satoru says hesitantly. “You have my number, right?” No response. “I’m gonna write it down for you.” He finds a spare stack of Post-Its and does just that. You don’t react even when he sticks the note right on top of your forehead, in a shitty attempt to lighten your mood. Your deadpan glare, so much like your brother’s tells him it did not work.

“Suguru’s gonna be back tomorrow,” he tells you, taking the note off and soothing the annoyed crease between your eyebrows. “Go get some rest now, yeah?” You look away. Satoru sighs. Seeing you upset like this hurts him way more than he would like to admit. “M’gonna leave. Get to bed soon.” He pats the top of your head, just like he always used to do, which always made you whine when he messed up your hair. You’re quiet now, not a peep of complaint leaving you.

He really misses hearing your voice.

“Bye, then.” Satoru’s about to turn around and leave, but you do something that seems to shock both of you. Your fingers curl and grab onto the hem of his collared shirt, stopping him in his tracks. He stares down at you in surprise, trying to process the sight of your small, thin fingers holding onto him for dear life.

“Stay.” The one word was enough to crumble his self-control.

-

You’re struggling to adjust to his size; he can tell from the way you’re digging your nails into his arm and the trembling of your thighs around his waist. Satoru stays still, waiting for your permission to go any further, right hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip.

“Don’t stress yourself, baby, just tell me what you want, when you want it,” he murmurs against your neck, waiting patiently, torturously, for permission to move.

You’re so overwhelmed by the sensation of being stuffed full; Satoru is much bigger than your ex-boyfriend and yet, the feeling isn’t painful. It’s so good, a throbbing ache that extends outwards from your core all the way to the top of your head and the tip of your toes. You can hardly form thoughts, let alone words, as your pussy stretches around him, trying to accommodate the sheer size of his cock.

A few more moments pass, and you feel like you’re going crazy. The feeling of being so, so full is one that you’ve never felt before, but you think you’re already addicted. Your thighs flex instinctively, closing tighter around Satoru’s waist and pushing his cock even deeper, pressing right against your sweet spot. You mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck, silently begging to be closer to him.

Satoru leans into the kiss you give him, groaning as your walls suddenly clench once around him, brain filling with nothing but white noise. “Fuck,” he grits out against your lips.  “Fuck, baby, I don’t know how much longer — “

“Move.” Your command is quiet. Satoru almost wonders if he’s misheard you. But one look into your pleading, begging eyes confirms what you want. Unable to hold back any longer, he pulls his hips upwards, snapping right back into you with one long, hard thrust. You cry out, nails sinking into his shoulder blades.“M-More,” you whisper. “Need more.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

-

Satoru’s at a loss for words and actions as you stood on your tiptoes, reaching up and bringing his head down to kiss him. His arms instinctively wrap around your waist to steady you, craning his neck to allow you better access — oh shit, what the hell is he doing?

He lets go of you like he’s touched something on fire, pulling back from the kiss. As your heels land back on the ground with a soft thud, he’s greeted by the sight of you looking like you’re about to cry again. “Wait — “ He reaches for you, but retracts his hand; he’s not sure if he can trust himself to stay in line. His heart is beating so fast, you had just kissed him, completely out of the blue.

Satoru knew about your crush on him when the two of you were younger. You started having feelings for him when you were thirteen and he was fifteen, making it painfully obvious. You followed him and Suguru around like a lost puppy whenever he came over, despite Satoru’s constant teasing.

He thought your actions were funny at first, becoming the root of his continued teasing. Despite still making you cry all the time, you always came right back to greet him with a smile upon his very next visit. After a while, Satoru looked at you with fondness, in the way that one would gaze at a small animal. You were harmless, sweet, and so very adorable.

Satoru didn’t return your feelings at the time. You were just Suguru’s kid sister that he liked to toy with sometimes. You were awfully cute when you were mad.

But now, as you look up at him with desperation and longing, his heart clenches faintly in his chest. You’re so, so beautiful — the pictures Suguru had showed him hadn’t done you justice in the slightest. You somehow look so enchantingly gorgeous at this moment, even with tears glistening in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks.

Would you hit him if he tried to wipe away your tears?

He never gets to find out, because you speak his name softly, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Satoru leans down to carefully listen to what you have to say. “W-Want you.”

-

“So good, so fuckin’ good for me, princess,” Satoru groans, reveling in the dizzying heat of your pussy as he drags his cock in and out of your walls, fucking you at a steady pace. “You feel me in there? You feel me in your little cunt?”

“Y-Yes,” you manage to sob out between moans, each rough snap of his hips into you melting your brain into jelly just a little more. 

“What a perfect lil pussy,” He chuckles as you squeal after a rather rough thrust, the loud squelch of your hole sucking him in echoing through the room. “No sane person in this world would ever give this up this tight wet cunt.” You whine at his filthy words, drool dripping out of the side of your mouth as Satoru continues to ram into you, faster, harder.

“Satoru!” You’re crying out his name over and over, legs wrapped firmly around his waist, pushing him deeper and deeper. “S-Satoru, I-I — “

“You likin’ this, baby? Tell me how much you like this,” he coos into your ear, hand reaching down to rub at your swollen clit.

“I l-like it s-so much, i-it’s so ahh…! I-it’s so good,” you sob out. You never thought sex could feel like this — you never understood why the people around you were so obsessed with it, especially with the treatment you received from your ex.

Now, though, as each rut of Satoru’s dick into your cunt kisses your sweet spot, you get it. You don’t know if you’ll ever be able to forget this feeling of being filled by cock so brutally sweet.

-

“Hold on.” Satoru had tried to protest, he really had. You’d just broken up with your boyfriend. Like Suguru said, the last thing you needed was any funny business. “Listen — “ He sighs out your name, making your bottom lip wobble. “You have to go rest, don’t be reckless.”

“Please.” You tug at his sleeve, staring at him with that puppy-eyed look that always gets you what you want. He really had spoiled you, hadn’t he?

“Not now,” he tried to reason with you. “You’re still hurting, you’re not in the right mind.” You glare at him.

“Who’re you to say m’not in the right mind?” you whine. “I…” You suddenly seem to lose your confidence, staring down at the floor. “...I only ever wanted you.”

“What?” Satoru stares, wide-eyed, at your confession.

“Know you don’t want me that way,” you continue, voice small. “But I… don’t care.” You sniffle. “Don’t care, Satoru. Just want you.”

And when you tug desperately at his shirt again, this time, Satoru is too far gone.

-

“Fuck, I’m close.” He growls into your neck, his pace picking up as he chases after his release, He coaxes you to join him, thumbing at your clit and cooing for you to “Let go, cum for me, c’mon. Cream all over my cock, princess.”

The only sounds in the room are a symphony of your moans and the slick sounds of his cock pushing in and out of your hole as a coil forms deep in your gut, threatening to snap at any moment. You feel tears stain your cheeks as Satoru’s pace increases, pounding into you so deep you can practically feel him in your throat.

“S-Satoru, I’m g-gonna — !” You cut yourself off with a loud, lewd moan, cunt clenching down hard around him as you come undone for the fifth time just this night. You swear you lose consciousness for a second, lost in the euphoric feeling of your release as your swollen pussy throbs in satisfaction.

“Shit..“ A few quick, shallow thrusts later, Satoru finishes as well, thick ropes of cum splurting into your womb, filling you with a warm sensation.

“A-Ah…” you whimper out, pussy fluttering weakly around his softening cock, which is still fully sheathed inside you. A white ring remains on his dick as he gently pulls himself off of you, cum dripping from your spent pussy onto the sheets. Satoru tuts, placing a pillow under your hips so you won’t leak.

You’re only faintly aware of what he’s doing as he leaves briefly and returns with a warm, wet towel, gently asking you to open your legs for him. You obey, but you’re so exhausted you can’t help it as your eyes droop shut. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Satoru leaning forward to peck your forehead, praising you for taking him so well.

-

You wake up a few hours later to sunlight streaming through your bedroom window, making you squint a little as you sit up in bed. You immediately gasp at the ache between your legs, and the soreness racing up and down your body.

Memories of the previous night come flooding back as a sleepy groan sounds from next to you. Satoru stirs, awakened by your panicked sound, asking softly, “You okay, baby?”

Oh god. Shit. Fuck. You actually had sex with Gojo Satoru.

“Hmm?” He looks a little concerned at your lack of response, pulling you against him. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You in pain? Sorry, did my best to clean you up and everything.” Only then do you realize that the place between your thighs is no longer sticky, and that you’re wearing a fresh set of underwear with Satoru’s unbuttoned shirt wrapped around you.

“...What did we do?” You whisper in a muddled mixture of shock and amazement.

“You regret it?” he asks carefully, pulling back a little to gauge your reaction. You shake your head vehemently, snuggling back close to him. You breathe in his scent, eyes fluttering closed. You feel so right at home in his arms.

“No.” You ponder for a bit. “But it’s never gonna happen again, right?” Satoru’s breath catches in his throat.

“What?”

“I know last night might’ve given you the wrong impression.” You swallow hard, trying to contain the feelings bubbling up within you. Satoru just looks so beautiful under the morning sun, his crystal blue eyes glittering in the light. You know you’re not mistaken, you’ve never been so sure about it — you love him. “I don’t… do this. Thank you for being with me for this one night, but…” you trail off.

“Hey, hey.” You’re crying again, and this time, Satoru wipes the tears off your cheek, cupping your face between his hands. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

“Don’t want just this from you,” you continue vaguely, looking away shamefully. “But I don’t… I don’t expect you to want the same.” He stills at your words, trying to decipher them properly.

“You still in love with me?” He deciphered them spot on, but that doesn’t stop a humiliated squeak from leaving you. You’re huffing, face on fire with a mixture of frustration and embarrassment.

“F-Fine, whatever! You know already, so…” You look away, gnawing at your lower lip. “That’s w-why — “

“Don’t really know why you’re so upset, princess,” he cuts you off, pulling you out of the downward spiral he sees you’re about to fall into. “Think…” Satoru pauses to swipe at a tear at the corner of your eyes. “Still such a crybaby,” he can’t help but say, watching with amusement as you scowl at him with all the ferocity of an angry kitten.

“Ugh, jerk! Four years later and you still can’t take me seriously, God, why do I even bo — “ He cuts you off again, this time with a kiss. When he pulls away, he’s smiling gently, chuckling at your dumbfounded expression.

“Think I love you too,” he finishes. “So you’ve got nothing to worry about.” A few moments pass.

“...Are you fucking with me?” You look him dead in the eye.

“Technically, I already did,” he replies cheerfully. You look at him in disbelief. “Okay, sorry, sorry, sweetheart. Let me spell it out for you.” Satoru holds you close to him, tracing slow, comforting circles along your back. “Be my girlfriend?”

You answer him with a kiss of your own.

-

Suguru sighs, fishing in his pocket for his house keys as he approaches the front door. He’s worried about you; although the bastard had cheated on you and deserved to have you dump him, he knows you’re still probably heartbroken.

Or at least a little heartbroken. Suguru’s aware you never really that into your ex, if your drunk phone calls about how much you miss Satoru were enough evidence. Hiding those from his best friend was tough work; he would have to sit in the bathroom or the closet with his headphones and speak as quietly and carefully as possible to not rouse any suspicion.

Either way, he knows you definitely need some cheering up right now. He’s brought you a box of cupcakes from your favorite bakery, hoping it would be enough to at least get you in a talking mood.

Imagine his surprise when he opens the door and the first thing he sees is Gojo Satoru. Not only is Gojo Satoru standing in his kitchen, but he’s wearing Suguru’s apron, a gift from you many Christmases ago. To make things worse, he’s nearly butt naked under it, only wearing a pair of boxers that are — wait a second, are those Suguru’s as well?

“Oh hey, Suguru!” If Satoru is nervous or embarrassed, he plays it off well as he turns around and waves, flashing the stupid, faded picture of Remy from Ratatouille on his apron right in Suguru’s face. “You hungry? Was just makin’ some eggs.”

“What the actual fuck,” Suguru grits out, putting two and two together as you choose that moment to wander out into the kitchen, wearing nothing but an unfamiliar collared button down that reaches down nearly to your knees. Satoru’s.

“S-Sugu.” Your eyes go round, stopping in your tracks. No one speaks for a moment. Satoru’s still happily cooking eggs. Suguru’s expression is stone cold. You’re staring at your brother with embarrassment written all over your face.

“Baby, you ready for food?” Satoru steps away from the stove to wrap an arm around your waist, smooching you on top of your head. You make a stuttered noise under your breath, glancing back at your brother.

Suguru’s smiling now, but not in the traditional sense. He looks almost maniacal as he slowly places the box of cupcakes on the table before locking eyes with Satoru. Finally, the white-haired man has enough shame for his casual grin to falter.

“What happened to no funny business?”

Satoru is forced to abandon the stove, running away from a fuming Suguru chasing after him with the first thing he could find on the dining table — a carrot.

“Sugu, stop, it’s okay — “ Your pleas fall on deaf ears as your brother is hell-bent on finding a way to murder his best friend with a vegetable. You sigh deeply, moving to go after them when you suddenly smell something burning. Your head snaps to where the eggs Satoru was cooking are now sitting blackened over the flame.

Needless to say, the first morning with Gojo Satoru as your official boyfriend was far from perfect.

Thankfully, you would have many, many more mornings with him, each more wonderful than the last, that this one quickly faded from importance.

But not from Suguru’s.

“I still remember,” Suguru says, clearing his throat for dramatic effect. “When I opened the door on that one morning, and you were not only in my house, but you were half-naked wearing my apron and my underwear — “

Satoru groans as the audience bursts into laughter at his best man’s speech, burying his face in your shoulder. You’re giggling right along with them, sparing your new husband a peck on the cheek as his best friend continues to tear him apart.

“Then you had the audacity to pretend nothing was wrong — “

Satoru knew he would never live this down, but he had zero regrets. Not when you’re sitting right next to him in a pretty white dress holding his hand under the table.

“Well.” Suguru looks over at him, raising a brow. “Got anything to say?” Satoru takes the mic from him, face splitting into a shit-eating grin as he says two words:

The pulse came again, violet light bleeding through the ink. The air pressure in the room shifted, heavy enough that his ears popped. Papers flew off his desk, wind whirling in a space that had no business having a breeze. The lights above flickered violently, buzzing, threatening to blow.

Then the walls themselves seemed to… stretch. Bend. His breath caught as shadows twisted, pulling away from the corners.

And in the center of the glowing sigil, reality split.

She appeared as if stepping through liquid air—horns curling elegantly from her head, a pair of leathery wings unfurling with a snap, a tail trailing lazily behind her. Her body was covered in a skin-tight outfit that left very little to the imagination, every curve highlighted like she’d been crafted to break men in half.

Katsuki’s jaw went slack, his pen clattering to the floor.

The woman hovered above the sigil for a moment, violet light wrapping her like a halo. Her eyes—slitted, glowing faintly—fixed on him. And when she spoke, her voice was silk and smoke, curling around his ears.

“My… it’s been a while since someone managed to summon me.” She drifted closer, feet not even touching the ground. Her lips curved into a dangerous, sultry smile. “What a cute master I have this time.”

Katsuki’s mouth worked soundlessly for a second, brain tripping over itself. He knew this couldn’t be real. It had to be stress, or sleep deprivation, or maybe the fumes from that shitty candle his roommate left burning last week. But the sharp smell of ozone in the air, the prickle down his spine, the way the wind tangled through his notes—this wasn’t a hallucination.

The demon’s wings unfurled wider, casting shadows that swallowed the corners of the room. She touched down lightly, not with a thud, but a feline grace that made his pulse hammer. Her heels clicked once against the wood, though she didn’t even need to walk—she floated more than anything, circling him like a predator who’d found something unexpected.

“Mmm…” her voice was a purr, low and velvety. “You don’t even realize what you’ve done, do you?”

Katsuki’s throat went dry. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, trying to cling to some sense of rationality. “You’re—this isn’t—summoning requires—” His words stumbled, his usual sharp tongue failing him for once.

The demon chuckled, the sound silken and rich. “Adorable. Quoting rules to me as if you didn’t just tear open a path between worlds.”

She drifted closer, leaning in just enough that he caught the sweet, dangerous scent of her skin. “You’ve always had the connection. Shadows following you, voices whispering, signs in the corner of your eye. Haven’t you wondered why you notice the things others don’t?”

Katsuki stiffened. Because he had. He’d noticed since he was a kid, but never said it out loud.

Her smile sharpened at his silence. “That’s why it worked. That’s why I’m here.”

She tilted her head, eyes flicking down his body. The sweatshirt and sweatpants looked shapeless, but her gaze was too keen, too knowing. A claw-tipped finger trailed lightly down the front of his hoodie, pressing just enough to feel the solid muscle beneath.

“Oh…” she breathed, feigning surprise but clearly delighted. “And what’s this? My shy little theologian is hiding quite the body under all these layers.” Her lips curved, voice dropping to a whisper. “What else are you hiding, hm?”

Katsuki’s jaw clenched, a faint flush creeping up his neck despite himself. “S-stop—”

“Oh, he stutters,” she teased, her wings arching higher. “Cute and strong. I must have been a very good girl in another life to be rewarded with a master like you.”

She leaned close, lips grazing the shell of his ear, her breath hot and sultry. “Tell me, master… do you want me to show you what it means to truly command a succubus?”

Katsuki’s brain was running a thousand miles an hour. His textbooks had pages of notes on demons, passages underlined, margin scribbles of scripture about temptation, contracts, damnation. He knew the stories—monks and saints plagued by visions, men undone by succubi until their souls were nothing but ash.

Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. He could practically hear the verse in his head.

And yet… the woman before him wasn’t fleeing. She was closing in.

“You’re tense,” she murmured, her lips curling in mock sympathy. “All those rules and scriptures rattling around in that clever little head… but your body knows the truth already, doesn’t it?”

Katsuki flinched when her hands—cool and smooth—settled at the hem of his sweatshirt. She didn’t tug it up. Not yet. Just toyed with the fabric, brushing her nails along his hips as if she already owned him.

He gritted his teeth, trying to ground himself. “This—this isn’t—fuck—this is temptation. You’re testing me. Like in the desert—Christ himself was tempted. I know what this is.” His voice shook, his usual bite buried under the weight of conviction battling instinct.

The succubus tilted her head, amused. “Mmm… quoting scripture while blushing. My favorite kind of pious boy.”

Then she sank to her knees.

Katsuki’s breath hitched so sharp it hurt. She looked up at him from the floor, wings folded behind her like a throne, horns gleaming faintly violet under the flickering light. His vision swam with the image, his heart pounding so hard it rattled his ribs.

Her hands slid over his thighs, slow, claiming. She pressed her cheek against the shape of him through his sweatpants, a sinful hum vibrating up her throat. “You call this temptation,” she purred, lips brushing the fabric, “but tell me… does your God not make beautiful things?”

Katsuki’s knees nearly buckled. He grabbed the edge of his desk like a lifeline. “You—you’re twisting it. Twisting the Word. This is corruption. I’m not—”

She cut him off with a laugh, silky and cruel. “Oh, master… you’re already corrupted. You drew my sigil perfectly, down to the last curve. You wanted me here. And now—” her tongue flicked out, tracing a line along the straining bulge in his pants, “—you want this.”

Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut, muttering half-formed prayers under his breath. It didn’t stop his cock from twitching against her mouth.

“Look at you,” she whispered, lips ghosting over him. “So big for such a shy little theologian. Talking so big about morality when you’re about to give me something… much bigger.”

She smirked up at him, eyes glowing faintly violet. “Tell me, master… are you going to resist me? Or will you let me worship you like the god you’ve been pretending not to be?”

Her lips parted, soft and deliberate, teasing the tip through the thin fabric. She licked, kissed, let her breath ghost over him, drawing those shaky curses from Katsuki’s mouth as if she were stringing rosary beads of sin.

“You see?” she cooed, tugging his sweats down just enough to free him. “The body never lies. Look at you, master—swollen, aching, begging without a single prayer.”

Katsuki’s breath hitched, but he still clung to words like they were armor. “This—this is carnal temptation. You’re—” His sentence broke into a strangled groan as her tongue traced the thick vein running along his shaft. His knees buckled.

She hummed around him, pleased, her lips dragging to the flushed head, smearing her spit across it before circling lazily, as though savoring her first taste. “Mmm… divinely made. You’re beautiful, Katsuki. Do you think holiness disappears just because you put it in my mouth?”

Katsuki’s grip on the desk whitened, knuckles trembling. He wanted to drag her up, banish her, do something righteous—but every wet swirl of her tongue unraveled scripture in his head like it was parchment burning in flame.

She sank further, slow, letting him stretch her lips around his sheer size, the smug glow in her eyes never wavering. “So big… ahh, poor boy. No wonder you’re so tense—you’ve been carrying this sin around inside you, heavy and unspent.” She moaned softly against him, her voice reverberating against the shaft. “Let me take it. Let me… ease you.”

The words shattered the last wall.

Katsuki’s hand shot out, fisting in her hair, shoving her down in one brutal thrust.

She gagged, eyes wide, the smug curve of her mouth collapsing into shock as his cock slammed halfway down her throat. Her nails dug into his thighs—not to stop him, but to anchor herself as he pulled her back and drove in again, harder.

The desk rattled with the force of his hips. The shaky, blushing boy she thought she was toying with was gone—what snarled above her now was hunger incarnate.

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki growled through clenched teeth, his voice guttural, half a snarl, half a groan. Drool slicked her chin as he pumped into her mouth, his pace ragged, desperate. “You think you can tempt me? Talk like I’m weak? Hah—look at you—choking on me, can’t even take it.”

Her vision blurred, throat raw as he fucked into her, but she could feel it now. The sheer weight of his lust wasn’t clumsy or adolescent—it was wrathful, searing, prideful. This wasn’t an innocent scholar fumbling in sin. This was a man who had been denying himself, storing every ounce of desire until it erupted like fire and brimstone.

Tears streamed down her face, spit slicking her neck as he bottomed out, her throat convulsing around him. His hand yanked her tighter against him, his hips jerking. “Fuck—” His moan was almost a roar, deep, feral.

In that moment, the succubus knew: she hadn’t been summoned by a prey. She had been summoned by something dangerously close to her own kind. Pride and lust, wrapped in human flesh.

And she was about to be consumed by it.

Her claws dug crescent moons into his thighs as his cock rammed her throat again and again, each thrust punishing, relentless. She wanted to think she still had the upper hand, that this was her plan—corrupt the mortal boy, make him crumble. But the truth hit harder than his hips slamming against her face.

She was enjoying it.

The sting in her throat, the burn of oxygen deprivation, the way his voice broke into guttural moans—every rough pull and snap of his hips sent a heat spiraling low in her belly. She was supposed to be the predator, the temptress. Yet here she was, eyes glassy, drooling mess, heart racing with every brutal use of her mouth.

“Fuck,” Katsuki groaned, head tipped back, his hand tight in her hair. The boy’s restraint had snapped completely, replaced by something primal, vicious. “Your mouth—shit—it’s perfect—” His hips bucked erratically now, every sound ripped straight from his chest as though he’d been holding it in for years.

She gagged, throat stretching obscenely as he forced her nose to his abdomen. Tears streaked down her flushed cheeks, but instead of resisting, her tongue pressed eagerly against him, savoring the sheer weight of him filling her. A moan vibrated in her throat, loud and wanton.

Her body betrayed her. Heat pooled between her thighs, slick dripping down her skin. She was trembling—not from fear, but from pleasure, from the shock of wanting this so badly.

And Katsuki felt it. He smelled it.

“Shit—hah—filthy demon,” he snarled, hips jerking in sharp thrusts, as if punishing her for daring to tempt him. “You love this, don’t you? Thought you were the one in control. Look at you—fuckin’ ruined on my cock.”

Her muffled whimper confirmed it.

One last shove and he buried himself to the hilt, her throat convulsing around him as his whole body locked up. With a guttural growl, he spilled deep down her throat, hot and heavy, his release forcing her to swallow or choke. He held her there until every drop was wrung from him, until she was shaking and breathless.

Only then did he finally yank her up, spit and cum smeared across her lips, her chest heaving as she coughed air back into her lungs. She looked wrecked, pupils blown wide, trembling from more than exertion.

Katsuki dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, breathing hard, his glasses fogged and slipping down his nose. His eyes burned scarlet, not with shame, but with something darker.

“You’re not done,” he growled, voice low and commanding as he dragged her closer by her jaw. “You think that was enough? Hah. We’re just getting started.”

Her lips parted, still swollen, her laugh weak and breathless. But the truth curled in her gut like fire: she wasn’t the one devouring him.

He was devouring her.

Katsuki shoved her back, the mattress squealing as her body hit the sheets. Her wings splayed open instinctively, tail twitching as if betraying her arousal. He didn’t even glance at her pitiful little gasp—he was too busy stripping the hoodie off his shoulders and tossing it aside, leaving only his sweats clinging low on his hips.

The air shifted. The nerdy, hesitant student was gone.

This wasn’t timid curiosity. This was domination.

Her breath hitched when his hands tore at her outfit, the enchanted fabric snapping and slithering away in scraps under his grip. In seconds, her body lay bare to him, bathed in dim violet glow from the sigils still pulsing faintly around his room.

Katsuki froze. Not out of hesitation, but because he wanted to look.

His gaze raked over every line, every flawless curve—the swell of her breasts, the dips of her waist, the faint glow of the sigil etched just below her navel. But what held him was lower—between her thighs, glistening, dripping, begging.

“You’re…” His lip curled into a slow, dangerous smirk. “…perfect.”

His hand pressed flat to her chest, fingers spreading over her breasts, rough palm sliding down her stomach. She trembled when his touch brushed the glowing mark, heat sparking like he was testing its power. But then his fingers slid further, tracing over her folds.

Hot. Wet. Soaked.

A low chuckle rumbled out of him. “Fuck… warm as hell.” He dragged a single finger up, watching the way she shuddered, the slickness coating his fingertip. “I wonder…” His eyes locked with hers, sharp and unblinking. “…if this dirty cunt’s gonna feel as good as your mouth did. If you could take me down your throat…” His smirk deepened, dangerous. “…you’ll take me here too.”

Her breath caught. No summoner had ever spoken to her like this—no hesitation, no worship. Just absolute claiming.

And then he pushed his sweats down.

Her jaw slackened. She’d already had him in her throat, already gagged around his cock, but seeing it free—thick, long, veined, standing heavy against his toned stomach—made her chest tighten. Even a succubus, forged in sin and indulgence, felt her breath stutter.

Bigger than she imagined. Bigger than anyone she’d ever taken.

She bit her lip without meaning to. Oh, fuck.

Katsuki saw it. He saw her falter, and it lit something cruel in him.

“You look surprised, demon.” He gripped himself, stroking lazily, smearing her slick over his flushed tip as he lined it up against her folds. He dragged the head along her slit, slow and taunting, pressing against her clit, then slipping down to her entrance but never pushing in. Over and over, letting her feel the weight of him, the stretch that awaited.

Her tail curled tight, her chest heaving. She couldn’t stop the whine that left her throat, her voice breaking in a breathless plea.

“Please…”

Katsuki’s smirk sharpened. He leaned down, his mouth brushing her ear as his cock nudged just barely inside, teasing the first tight stretch.

“That’s it. Beg pretty for me.” His tone was low, dangerous, a promise and a threat. “I’ll open you up… nice and slow. Make sure you feel every inch of what you asked for.”

And with torturous patience, he began to push in—stretching her walls around him, inch by inch, watching the succubus writhe and gasp beneath him as if she were the one being undone.

Her claws tore shallow grooves into the sheets as his cock slid deeper, spreading her open in a way she’d never known was possible. Inch by inch, Katsuki pressed in, watching her face the whole time—her lips parted, gasps tumbling out, pupils blown wide as her body tried to accommodate him.

“Shit…” she breathed, voice breaking. “You’re—fuck—you’re too—”

“Too big?” Katsuki grunted, hips rolling forward just enough to force another inch inside. His smirk widened at her strangled moan. “Thought demons could take anything. Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already.”

Her wings fluttered, tail whipping against the sheets, every instinct betraying her. She wasn’t supposed to struggle. She wasn’t supposed to feel overwhelmed. But her cunt squeezed tight around him, dripping shamelessly, proving her body was addicted already.

Katsuki lowered himself until his chest brushed hers, one hand braced by her head, the other gripping her thigh and hauling it higher around his hip. He held her like she was nothing, forcing her open wider. His lips brushed her ear, his voice a growl.

“Relax,” he ordered, dragging out the last word, “and let me in.”

Her body obeyed before her pride did. Her walls loosened just enough for him to bury the rest of his length with a final thrust. Her cry tore through the room, echoing against the flickering sigils.

Katsuki groaned, his head tipping back, sweat beading on his forehead. “Fuck—tight—” He rolled his hips once, deep and slow, grinding against her walls until she squirmed. “—you feel like you were made for me.”

Her nails raked down his back, desperate, needy. “Ohhh fuck—yes—please—move—”

He didn’t. He just held there, buried to the hilt, forcing her to feel every inch stretching her raw. His hand slid up to cup the back of her head, shielding her from the headboard as he finally drew back. Then, with a snap of his hips, he slammed back in.

Her scream broke into a moan, eyes rolling back, her pride shattering with every thrust. He found a rhythm—slow at first, deliberate, like he was savoring her, testing how much she could take. Each roll of his hips drove her further apart, until she was trembling and gasping, a wreck beneath him.

Katsuki’s smirk returned, sharp and cruel. “Look at you. Demon of temptation, writhing like a slut on my cock.” He thrust harder, faster, slamming her into the mattress with every snap of his hips. “Bet you never thought you’d be the one begging, huh?”

Her voice cracked, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t even deny it. “N-no—fuck—please—don’t stop—”

He groaned, his grip tightening on her thigh as he pounded her deeper, harder, until the headboard rattled with each thrust.

And in that moment, she understood: she wasn’t the predator here.

She was prey.

Her body arched, wings trembling, as Katsuki’s thrusts grew sharper, deeper, pounding the breath out of her. Every time he bottomed out, sparks shot across her skin, her glowing sigil flaring like it was feeding off the intensity.

“Fuck—you’re squeezing me so tight,” he growled, sweat dripping down his temple as he slammed into her again. His thumb dragged roughly over her clit, and her whole body convulsed.

She gasped, head whipping to the side, mouth open in a cry. “I—ahh—can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he cut her off, tone sharp, merciless. “Take it, demon. Take all of me.”

His lips crashed onto hers before she could respond. It wasn’t a gentle kiss—it was searing, hungry, claiming. His tongue pressed deep, swallowing her moans as if he owned every sound she made.

The kiss broke her.

Her hips bucked wildly, walls clamping down around his cock as the heat inside her snapped. A scream ripped from her throat but was swallowed by his mouth, her whole body seizing as she came harder than she ever had in her life. Slick gushed out of her, soaking their thighs, her wings flaring wide before curling tight around him like she couldn’t let go.

Katsuki growled against her lips — and spilled inside her.

Hot. Heavy. Endless.

Her eyes flew open at the sensation, moaning helplessly into his mouth as thick ropes of cum flooded her, so much she felt it pooling deep inside before it forced its way out around his cock, leaking down onto the sheets.

Katsuki groaned into the kiss, grinding deep, refusing to let up as she writhed and shook under him. He pulled back just enough to see her face—her flushed cheeks, tear-streaked lashes, lips swollen from his kiss. She looked wrecked.

And to his absolute satisfaction… she looked in love.

Her eyes met his, dazed and vulnerable, as if she couldn’t comprehend what just happened. A succubus, creature of lust and corruption, undone by a mortal’s kiss.

He smirked, thrusting again just to watch her shiver. His forehead pressed against hers, breath hot and heavy.

“Yeah…” he muttered, voice low and rough. “…you’re mine now.”

Her lips trembled, a broken little laugh spilling out. She should have denied it, should have laughed in his face. But all she could do was kiss him back, desperate and clinging, as if she already belonged to him.

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your thumb circles around the tip, teasing it until you watch another glob of precum bead at his slit. you crane your neck to look at him, using your free hand to tilt his chin up to press a small kiss to his lips. “doing so good,” you mumble into his mouth, and he lets out a broken sob, “staying still and taking it. we don’t need any rope today.”

his whole body feels to be on fire, and with every stroke of your hand, a whole new wave of overstimulation forces another shiver. the boy's mouth hangs open, lip glistening from a mix of saliva from your mouth and tears. “you’re so mean to me."

“poor thing,” you coo, knowing that you aren't going to do anything about his complaint. instead, you use your thumb to brush away some tears. he sniffles at you, nodding his head to hopefully coax some more praise. but your mind travels back to your movements, your wrists twisting back and forth as you focus on the red tip. “but you look so cute like this, i can’t help it, y’know that.”

his head falls back onto your shoulder, and immediately, he plants kisses on your neck, nibbling at the skin to try and distract himself. the top of his dark hair was matted with sweat, but the tips of it tickled your collarbone. you use your thumb to rub at his cheek as you continue to stroke him off, ignoring his sporadic jerks of pain. “can you cum again? just one more time, for me?”

the noise megumi lets out is meek, pathetic even, and he shakes his head into your chest. he has begun to hiccup from the intensity of his sobs, and his hand hasn't moved from gripping fiercely at your shirt. "last one," he breathes, rubbing his nose into your skin, "p-promise its the last one!"

you grab his face again with one hand and begin to pepper it with kisses, successfully wiping away more tears as he whines with shut eyes. his eyelashes are globbed together, and when he opens them again, he narrows them at you, slightly peeved and scared at your lack of response. "promise," he manages to get out before he bites his lip from you rubbing your pointer finger over his slit.

"fine, fine, I promise," you concede, and your hand stops teasing him, instead fully pumping him from base to tip. the act makes his thighs tremble, and you push them slightly more apart to give you easier access. the redness of his cock contrasts his pale skin adorably, and you can't help you're staring as he continues to leak.

"it hurts," he whimpers, mostly to himself, because all he can think about is how overwhelmed he feels. his thoughts are spinning, and even just the slightest touches on other parts of his body seem to startle him due to him focusing his entire attention on trying not to rip your hand off of his cock.

you don't pay attention to the whine, instead just pressing more kisses to his flushed cheeks, nibbling gently at the flesh while he sniffles. but, even with all the complaints and whines he was letting out, you've noticed that his hips have begun to buck back into your hand, only making the lewd noise louder. he tries to pretend that it was you who was torturing him, but his movements were of his own free will.

"you like it now?"

"no!" he says much too quickly, flashing you panicked eyes. "i-i just. 's not my fault!" at this point, you have fully stopped your movements just to watch in admiration of the boy. he was desperate in his movements, and with each thrust of his hips into the makeshift hole a coo leaves your mouth.

"aw, look, now you're getting excited. do you want to cum, megumi?" you purr, brushing his bangs back while twisting your other wrist. his eyes roll back, and his mouth remains open as he lets out quick, short breaths. now, his noises consisted more of moans rather than pained whimpers as he started to chase his high.

"n-no—yes. fuck I-" is all he manages to get out before your mouth is pressed onto his. but he pulls away only five seconds later due to his rapid heartbeat and the need for oxygen to keep up with it. you just chuckle at him and increase your speed, eyes flickering from the sight between his legs and his flushed face.

his thighs begin to squeeze shut, and his moans begin to increase in pitch, a telltale sign that he is teetering near his high. you chuckle at him when he begins to latch onto your neck, planting sloppy kisses to whatever surface he can. "are you close?"

he doesnt even attempt to speak, instead just nodding his head lazily. the act makes you roll your eyes and squeeze just a tad too hard on his dick in warning. he lets out a squeak at the feeling, and this time he does speak up. "yeah. yes. yes. c-close."

you pet his head, satisfied with his answer. "good boy. you can cum, alright?"

another set of tears pools in his eyes, and this time you cock your head to the side. "why are you crying 'gumi? I didn't hurt you that bad, did I?"

"no," he sniffles, "sorry d-dont stop. feels good, don't know why I'm crying. just don't stop!"

"relax. relax. I'm not," you reassure, kissing his face again. "you're lucky you are so cute, with all your demands."

he ignores you like he usually does when you tease him, but you are unsure if it is because he is being his usual self or because he is lost in pleasure.

seconds later, his hands grab at your shoulder, and he goes silent for a breath. then, just as the first rope shoots out, he cries, "cuming! of fuck. fuck!"

your lover's entire body quivers, and his mouth latches into your skin as the first wave washes over him. his eyes roll back and his mouth falls open with a silent scream. more tears come tumbling down his face, and you watch as the most pathetic amount of cum tonight comes dribbling out. it slides down his flushed cock and mixes with the movements of your hands.

eventually, when he comes down from his high and feels the stinging lick of overstimulation once again, he immediately forces your hand off, pinning the white-stained limb to the ground with frantic eyes. then he turns to you, even with his body jerking every couple of seconds from the aftershock, and glares at you — it doesn't hold much effect, considering his cheeks were flushed red and eyelashes were wet with tears, but it was cute nonetheless. "no. more."

you grin at the demand and use your clean hand to ruffle his hair. "your wish is my command, princess."

he narrows his eyes at the nickname, and the man tears himself from your arms. "I am going to shower," he mumbles before using all of his strength to stand up. he takes a step forward, and immediately he comes tumbling down.

megumi pretends he doesn't see the way his legs are trembling, but you see the way his ear twinged red in humiliation. you, of course, use it to your advantage. "need a little help there, Bambi?"

"you're not allowed to touch me for a week," he grumbles but grabs onto your arm and lets himself be left to the bathroom. it was an empty threat, as they usually are.