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To have Satan, a king of Hell feeling you up and kissing you in your best friends room was…odd enough, you didn’t even notice you were on Minhyeok’s bed until Satan’s hands were on either side of your head.

You could feel him grinding against you, his arousal obvious as he growls, grinning down at you. “You look so good beneath me, don’t worry, I’ll take great care of you.” He hissed out. You raised an eyebrow.

Him taking care of you? Oh no no no, he must be mistaken.

You’d have to fix him.

You reach up as if to stroke his face, but reach past him, and grab a handful of his hair and yank down. Satan stiffens and resists only for you to yank harder, forcing his face right against yours. He moans in response, only egging you on.

“No, I’ll be taking care of you, ‘your Majesty’.” You felt his manhood give a clear throb against you. His clothes blocking the appendage from entering you as it’s owner grinds against you. You grab as much of his long hair as you could, twisting it in your hand before yanking with as much force as you humanly could to the side, making Satan lose balance and flop beside you.

You released his hair only to mount him.

“Oh, you’re far more brave than Solo-“ You try to grab his hair again to make him stop, but accidentally grab one of his horns. You on instinct stroke the smooth horn, it’s slick, your hand glides up it with ease. “O-oh! Fuck, like that!”

He bucks up involuntarily and you continue your stroking out of curiosity. He squirms under you, mewling and the second you bring your free hand to his other horn, his eyes close as he bites his lip. You hesitate upon feeling a liquid seeping from his horns.

“Oh shit, are you bleeding?” You ask as you let go of one of his horns to see the liquid was…white/clearish and didn’t gave a scent like blood would.

Satan tried to laugh but it turned to a moan when you leaned over and liked him his horn. It tasted…salty and it made your mouth water. “Oh, it’s what happens when demons enjoy things.” He half heartedly explained. “Ok, t-that’s enough teasing, I’m ready to take control again.” He moans out.

You laugh in response. “Satan, you’re not a king here, this isn’t even your room, I’m in charge here.” You yank his pants and undergarments down enough to free his cock. It stood up excitedly throbbing as pre leaked from the red tip. “So do I need to ingest your cum?”

Satan rolled his hips on instinct and his dick slaps against his stomach. “N-no I mean, it works best if it winds up inside you, or on you.” He shrugged. “Pretty much just let it touch you a-and it helps.” You see him pause for a second before he shouts. “Oh? You wanna dom me? Me!?” He barks out a laugh and gently shoved you.

“Satan, you are mine, I’m going to claim you today.” You purr out. He rolls his eyes but does not make an attempt to slip out from under you. You finally grab his cock, stroking it in tune with his horn, making him twitch his hips forward with every stroke.

Satan moaned in a feeble voice before he’s spilling cum into his out stomach. “J-just like that! F-fuck it feels amazing!” You could practically see hearts in his eyes as he bucks into your hand, he collapses against the bed and lets you stroke him past his orgasm. “I-ooh, hold on, it’s, it needs a few seconds between sessions.”

You didn’t stop or slow down, your strokes didn’t give him a break, instead causing some whimpers to escape him as he tries to wiggle free. “Calm down, I’m just getting the ‘energy’ I need, I mean I’ll be here for a while, right?”

Satan hesitantly stopped squirming, instead just twitching and trembling whenever your strokes get a particularly sensitive point. “T-take all you can, demons have great stamina!” He tried to boast even as you stimulate his cock and horn.

He tries to move you off of him only for your grip on his horn to tighten to a near hypnotizing tightness. You feel the clear liquid oozing from his horns. “Oh you like this?” You yank on his horn to force him to eye level with you. Satan follows your ‘guidance’ without resistance (though judging how sensitive his horns are, this might be as much resistance he can give.)

Satan hissed, making a half attempt to pull away when your nails graze his horns. “You-I-I’m supposed to be helping you!” You nod in acknowledgment.

“You aren’t really good at it. But I am feeling better! Maybe a few more times and I’ll be good!” Your hand sped up on his cock as your other hand clawed his sensitive horn. Satan cried out, bucking up on accident and spurring his next orgasm.

He gave a low growl as his swollen cock flexes a few times and he’s cumming on his own stomach again. This time you release his dick as soon as he’s done, but you move your now free hand to his free horn. “H-hey! Not so rough-“ He yelped upon feeling you claw at both his horns.

He’s whining and trying to get loose enough to give you a kiss, but you hold him down. “They are dense, so I cant cause much damage to them,” You pause getting an admittedly dumb idea. “Actually…if I grind on them, can you still get off to that?”

Satan’s face is deep scarlet but he’s grinning ear to ear. “F-fuck yes,” He pants out. “That sound a-amazing but for now, I need a breather Solomon-“ You rake your nails down both his horns, earning a shocked yelp. To your surprise, he cums yet again, though this time you admittedly start to feel better.

“I can feel the energy. I want more, Satan.” He lets out an exhausted whine, trying to push you away half heartedly. “Or maybe…I should go to your underlings for more.” You pretext to think it over and look him over. “Yeah, you look like you have no energy left, maybe I should get S-“

Leraye: Leraye will go out of his way to seek your praise. Leraye has extremely low stamina, after one round he's ready to pass out on the bed, but if you want him too he's more than glad to work, and overstimulate himself for your pleasure, he can't get over the sweet words you tell him when he's doing a good job!

"Ah~" Please! I can keep on going! We don't need to stop just yet~!"

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Juno P: Ppyong is eager to please as long as long as you touch him. Please touch him, he's so good for you, please tell him how good he's doing. Ppyong feels no shame and isn't a stranger to begging to get what he wants. When he's pleasing you tell him how good he is because all he wants is to be good for you!

"Touch me there! I promise that I'll be good for you! Just please touch me, I'm all yours!"

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Valefor: Valefor can be a bit greedy when it comes to your praise. He will do things that will make you praise him, he's always seeking your praise as if his life depends on it, he wants to hear those words all the time and can never get enough of it. He's yours, so he'll be good for you. The best way to praise him is to compare him to Mammon.

"Do I feel as good as Mammon? I do, that makes me so...happy..."

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Eligos: Unlike the others, Eligos expects to be praised just for being alive. He's cute, and you should know that. Tell him that he's cute all the time. He thrives off of your praise and calling him cute. Please tell him that he's cute when he's taking you so well, soft tears running down his eyes with flushed pink cheeks. What's not to love!

"I- nugh~! Do I look cute when I take you? I'm doing good, right?"

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Phenix: Phenix gets turned on by a lot of things, including praise. Anytime you praise him he cums right then and there! He already had a hard time controlling himself around you and praising him takes him right over the edge!

"Ahhh~... I can't hold it in when you talk to me like that!"

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Amon: Amon's praise kink my not be as obvious, but if Amon is in love with you, he wants to be good for you. You probably won't realize that he has a praise kink at first, but Amon can't help but notice the throbbing in his pants anytime you tell him that he feels good. Before he falls in love with you, he usually seems overly tired and seemingly uninterested while having sex, but when he does fall for you, he's much more awake and active in giving you pleasure. His cock throbbing in his pants everytime you tell him he's making you feel good.

"Please tell me that you're close? I want to make you feel good..."

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Stolas: Stolas so clearly has a praise kink, but he wouldn't dare tell you. He tries to hide it and pretend like nothing is wrong, but when you praise him, he can't help but shuffle, trying to calm down his boner. Stolas wants to be good for you, he wants you to feel good, he wants to be calm and collected but he loses himself in pleasure and let's it all out, he can't help but focus on the pleasure you bring him.

"Please, please, please, please, please!!! Keep going, ah~! I'm almost there! I'm gonna cum! Your good boy is gonna cum for you! Ah~ all for you!"

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Naberius: Naberius is calm and collected. He tries to keep calm and think rationally, but the moment you call him a good boy, he loses all his pride and sense of respect. He's on his knees for you and so desperately wants to be your good dog, it drives him crazy. You have him on a metaphorical and literal choke hold. He's willing to do anything to be your good boy no matter how embarrassing.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm your good boy! I'm a good boy, I'm a good boy, I'm YOUR good boy!!!"

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Morax: Morax lives to please you. All he wants to do is make you feel better. If you're stressed out, he's more than glad for you to take out all your frustrations on him. He doesn't mind how rough you treat him, but when you call him sweet names, his heart starts to flutter, and his dick gets harder. Please treat him sweetly, and he'll love you for life.

"Ah~ You can keep going, I'll be good and take it all..."

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Gamigin: If Gamigin still had a tail, it would be wagging every time you praised him. He's a good boy and loves it when you tell him he is. He will go out of his way to try and be better for you even though he's already doing amazing. All he wants to do is adore you!

"I can do more, I promise! Let me make you feel good, too..."

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The red of those heels lovingly encasing your stockinged feet was a glaring sign. 

A sign that for tonight, his pride, body and integrity did not belong to him; laid bare for you to control and bend to your whims.

But, Naoya didn’t mind. He wouldn’t have it anyway. In fact, if you batted those pretty lashes and asked him nicely enough, he would give you the world.

Everything you touched was all yours. 

Including himself.

The leash around his neck was a pleasant suffocation, second to the loving graze of that Louboutin tip caressing his jaw, trailing down his neck—leaving a trail of heat wherever the rubber sole touched.

“Look at you,” your exhale made the hair on his neck stand. You shifted in the sofa chair, and those sharp eyes couldn’t keep from flitting right between your legs where the short, black leather skirt could barely cover your glistening pussy. 

The tightness of the corset accentuates your curves, swathes of silk covering your shoulders like a gauzy dream. Naoya finds himself dumbstruck, staring right at the rise of your breasts fighting to spill out of the restrictive cups. You look like a fallen angel astride her throne, bearing down on him with a leer while he’s the foolish mortal worshipping you at your desecrated altar.

He fights back a groan when the sharp edge of your heel presses against his sternum, and you hum, slowly move it to his neck, prodding his Adam’s apple. 

“Like what you see?” your husky voice sends tingles straight to his leaky, neglected cock. 

It’s almost embarrassing how he’s standing at attention while you seem so unfazed, cool eyes roaming down the leather ties winding around his torso, binding his arms behind his back; leaving him trapped in your web of seduction.

Naoya fights back a sneer, taming his first instinct to spit back a derogatory word to your face.

You lift a brow, as if to goad him. Well, where is your fight now, Zen’in scum?

“Just because I’m on my knees doesn’t mean you're above me, whore.”

The second those words leave his toxic lips, he internally cringes.

Shit, no. I didn’t mean—

But, he doesn’t get to take his words back, not when you give the leash a harsh tug so he has no choice but to stumble even closer, shuffling on the cold floor with his sore knees. 

Clicking your tongue, you fix him with a devastatingly disappointed look. “And here I thought you were going to play nice tonight. You wouldn’t want a word of your little… habit… to reach your family, don’t you, Zen’in?”

Unlike alcohol or drugs, his addiction had no physical detriments. But, if someone were to ask him what he couldn’t live without, that tight little hole clenching right in front of him would be his answer.

He can’t help but slobber like a dog whenever he catches a whiff of you, spit pooling in the back of his throat, hastily swallowed down when you smirk. 

“You still want to taste me? After what you said?” You kiss your teeth, and this time, your right heel is flat on his chest. You exert the slightest force to push him back, and he clenches his core with his entire strength, determined not to bow to your desires. “Pathetic.”

That incriminatory word accompanies your heel moving downward, and he almost murmurs a whine when he feels the pointy tip caress his stiff cock. Your cruel, red lips twist into a sneer, and you don’t stop for him to take a breath, flexing your toes and nudging the hard rubber against his weeping tip.

“Look,” you coo. “You made such a mess.”

The expensive leather of these heels he painstakingly scoured day and night for you was besmirched with his own pre. Naoya feels his face heating up, especially when you push your heel under his nose, your next command implicit and unmistakable.

Despite his pride, none of his blue-blooded dignity is a match for all that lustful blood and desire pooling south right in between his legs. Cheeks pink, pupils blown wide with lust, he bends his head forward, pink tongue flitting out to lap at the smooth red surface, a low groan tumbling from his swollen lips when he tastes himself right on the imported leather.

“Good boy.”

Giddy with relief, he eagerly expresses his gratitude, continuing to lick and polish your shoe with his tongue.

You hum, evidently impressed. Chucking your right heel off to the floor, he’s left impressed by your red polished toenails straining past the thin black panty hose stretching across your delicate and graceful foot.

His cock throbs, silvery drops staining the floor. 

Without warning, you grasp his chin, forcing him to look right into your fervent eyes. Your hair flows wildly, cheeks warm and lips so swollen from biting down on them. 

“You’re really such a messy, boy, aren’t you, Naoya?” 

He almost groans when the rough nylon touches his jaw, your foot right in his face. The smell of your arousal is strong enough to make him dizzy, and he’s almost delirious, wrapping his lips around your toes, sucking and licking them until the black fabric is drenched with his spit. The artificial plastic taste gives way to the softness of your skin, and he’s sure he would’ve exploded all over untouched if you hadn’t removed your toes from his mouth. 

All worked up and tied down with no friction, his hips buck, veins popping up on his neck from trying his hardest to not plant himself face first into your inviting cunt.

You’re not making it any easier.

Your whispery moans, feathery sighs. Naoya feels like he’s died twice and still missed his chance at heaven.

The leash in your hand clinks, and you give one harsh tug, getting his attention.

“Tell me,” you start, foot resting right on his neck. “What always brings you here? To me?”

Naoya’s a man of many vices. Drugs, pretty girls, alcohol—everything under the sun is what he’s sampled during his wretched time at the Zen’in estate.

No one has ever said ‘no’ to him. Worst of all, they let him run rampant.

But, you… 

You’re the first to ever keep him in line.

Those pretty eyes blink, hazy and lowered. “It seems you’re not as serious about this as I thought.”

Slim fingers topped with a pearlescent nail polish tug at his collar; reminding him of his spot below you.

One errant glance, and he drinks in your soft curves, the fleshiness of your sacred thighs.

Holy. Beautiful. A sin dangling right in front of his face. 

You’re still waiting for an answer, but what could he say?

That he’s fucking sick in the head and everytime he closes his eyes, all he sees is your face hovering in the darkness behind his lids; beckoning him to burn everything he knows and step into the void beyond with nothing but your hand to hold?

How could he—the only Zen’in son—even think to leave the lap of his luxurious life just for the chance to lay his head on yours? 

You don’t care about his worries or why he suddenly lapses into silence.

You’re waiting for his answer.

“I…” he licks his lips, wetting them. If he had puppy ears, they would’ve dropped by now. “I… n-need you.”

“What was that?” 

Your taunts, your sly ways… 

Naoya could never have enough of you. 

“I need you,” he confesses in a low murmur. 

The red hue of your lips perfectly matches your shoes, and Naoya wonders how the pigment will look smeared all over his pale neck and chest. He wants you to mark him; to make him yours.

“You can taste me.” Finally giving him the permission he’s been aching for, the Zen’in heir can’t hold back his excitement at getting to bury his tongue in your cunt. 

You spread your legs, manicured nails parting your folds to show him the glistening heart of your arousal ready to be devoured.

Naoya licks his lips, shoots you one longing glance. May I? 

Still obedient. Still waiting. 

A hopeless devotee waiting for his final blessings. 

You nod imperceptibly, giving him the green light.

He moans at the first taste of you, sublime and musky—you melt right on his taste buds. Your thighs twitch in the periphery, breaths hitching. 

The first time he ever ate you out, Naoya had put on such a horrible performance, you sent him back home with an explicit command to study how to pleasure a woman before you let him back into your sheets. The second time was marginally better, and by the third, he had you gushing down his chin, crying out in lusty surprise. 

No one could say Zen’in Naoya did not put in the effort when the rewards were far too tantalising to give up.

The soft suction he has around your clit sends shocks of pleasure up your spine. A whimper drops from your parted mouth. Smaller fingers twine in his hair, holding him in place while your free hand tugs on his leash, reminding him of his place. 

What good is having everything handed to you on a silver platter if it doesn’t even taste this good? 

He's a lazy piece of shit in every part of his life except this one which he gladly works for. 

And your hard earned taste is sublime. Sweeter than sin. He’s drowning in such honeyed humiliation, he’s grown to crave it. 

Naoya is careful to use the exact pressure you love. The speed and consistent strokes you always came undone for. 

In return, your sounds give him an insight to how well he’s doing. Your elated sighs, hitched moans, broken whimpers.

There’s an endless want taking root, bleeding and rotting right where he supposes his ego should be. 

A want that turns into a need to be like this forever—to be the only one who touches, teases and tastes you.

To see the desperation glossing over in your eyes. Feel your thighs tremble around his shoulders.

For his devotion, he wants you to use him thoroughly. Impeccably. You should always get your way with him—that is the law of his Universe. 

“So good for me,” you breathe and everything in his world is ablaze. “My obedient pet.”

Yours. Yours. He was all yours.

He looks good right in between your thighs—even more handsome when his mouth is busy. 

The bridge of his perfect nose brushes your clit, that toxic pink tongue so used to spewing hate buried right in your tight heat. 

Neglected and leaking freely, almost pathetically, his cock is red raw and angry; shallowly humping the air. You want to laugh at him—at this humbled, spoiled rich boy who was being put in his place.

Whores like you are only good for one night. Those haughty words from when you first met him stains your memories, making you seethe. 

You want to slap him for what he said. Kiss him stupid until his blind prejudice turns to love.

Naoya tenderly touches the tip of his tongue back to your clit, those hazel eyes flitting up to your face, as if searching for approval. You hum, fisting those dark-tipped blonde locks. 

“Go on,” you coax. “Make me cum on your tongue like a good boy.”

Good boy.

Good boy. 

Good boy. 

Triggered, his entire body reacts, shuddering almost violently. His chest squeezes, and something deep in his soul breaks. 

I love her, Naoya thinks fiercely. A bound worshiper on his knees—that’s what he is. And like a mad devout, he would serve you for the rest of his life. I can’t live without her.

He bathes his devotion right on your perfect cunt with his tongue; unable to get enough of your pleasurable sighs.

“You’re making me feel so good.” 

He groans, wishes you would unbound him so he could show you how much he wants to adore you. 

Naoya would serve you on his hands and knees for as long as you want him because fuck his family.

His father could kill him. His brother would make fun of how far he’s fallen. 

His entire world could come crashing down, but if you were there, he would gladly let it all burn. 

It feels like hours he’s been in between your thighs. Naoya would’ve thought his tongue would give out, but even if it did, he would force the limp muscle to work. 

He must pleasure you. He must please you. It’s the very core of his being.

Your hand leaves his hair, and he chances a quick look to find it slowly undoing your corset, one devastating button at a time. Your aching breasts spill out, sweet and tender, nipples sharp and ready to be sucked on. 

He chokes on a moan, feeling his head growing lighter. You’re sucking on your own fingers, gooey strands sticking to those damp digits as they glide across your stiff nipples. It makes him cross eyed how you're  kneading your tits and playing with yourself while he services you. 

With every encounter, he’s grown more accustomed to your reactions. Learned how to trace the path of your release with his fast reflexes and mind. 

Your feathery moans, hitched sighs. A soft cry and your plush thighs twitching. 

Give it to me. He nearly cries out. Give me that sweet nectar, my love. All of it. For me—just for me.

“I’m cumming,” you gasp. He doubles down on his efforts, trying to get you to lose it all. “Shit. Shit—”

You curse, grasping his hair as you work yourself to the edge, back bowed and head tossed back. 

More, more, more. 

He growls, aggressively working his tongue back into your little, pulsing hole. Your clit is throbbing, and his chin is slick with your juices. 

So sweet. You taste too fucking sweet. 

Naoya drinks from you like a starved man. Your thighs are shaking, whimpering gasps slipping past your trembling lips. 

His lips leave your cunt with a slick pop, and he flickers those sharp hazel eyes across the soft expanse of your belly; sweeping past your hard nipples and your flush throat.

He eases back on his haunches, waiting for your next command. Always eager and ready.

“Come here.”

You lean forward, grabbing him by the shortened leash and tugging him closer.

He barely has time to prepare himself for your kiss searing across his mouth, his groans lost in the frenzy of your tongue fighting to quell any errant sound.

Naoya kisses you until spit runs down his chin and you’re lapping right at his teeth, his gums. He feels your tongue twine with his own, smearing red lipstick all over his open and heated mouth. 

Growing dizzy from the lack of oxygen, he cracks open his lids at half-mast, tracing your movements as you lean back into the couch, sated and content.

His knees are surely bruised by now, and the circulation in his legs could be cut off for all he cares. And yet, he never wavers in his devotion, awaiting your next word.

“Can you stand?” 

You get to your feet, kicking off your errant high heel and stretching your calves. He shifts forward, wincing when blood comes rushing back to his stiff limbs. 

Naoya braces one foot on the floor, trying to get himself up with sheer strength and stubbornness alone.

For a man who spent hours on his knees, he’s surprisingly limber when he staggers to his full height. 

Your palms smooth across his broad pecs, trace down his muscular obliques and sinewy biceps; feeling his traps stiffen under your touch. 

Despite standing a head shorter than him, his presence dwarfs your own—you're a supernova and he's flickering starlight about to fall into the center of your gravity. 

There’s a smudge of red by the corner of your mouth, and he fights the urge to lean forward and kiss it. 

Your fingers play with the hair on the nape of his neck, and you grab it, pulling it with enough force to make him wince. With what easy force you have, you push him back, little by little; testing his give. Until it’s him who’s sat on the couch, legs spread wide and completely pinned under the weight of your heavy-lidded stare.

Mounting him, you push back your hair, and he can’t help to stare at the graceful curve of your neck—how your perfume drowns him in waves.

Strawberries and cream. Something warm underneath the current, like freshly done laundry. 

Sweetness and sin all wrapped in one with a little red bow. 

All he can see is red.

Your red lips, softly tracing kisses from his jaw down to his chest.

The red shine of your leather heels, haphazardly tossed onto the floor.

Red on the inside of your mouth where your gum meets teeth; he feels like you could devour him in a heartbeat.

Naoya wishes he could drown in the vermillion hue till all he lives, breathes and loves is red.

You reach for his cock, stroking it slowly, watching his reaction. 

A vein pops from his forehead. His breathing goes from hard to laborious. 

You mess with his mind. 

Take away his resolve. 

Naoya’s lips hover in the orbit of your own, two stars that flirt with a colliding end. 

You’re the first to chase destruction, kissing him while you stretch yourself over his cock. 

“Fuck,” he groans into your hair. “You’re going to kill me one day, darling.”

And Naoya’s not one to say such pretty words, but something about the sincerity in his gritty baritone, how those hazel eyes flutter close, makes you want to believe in anything he says. 

There’s a picture of two not quite lovers silhouetted in the dim darkness, her arms around him; his face finding solace in the crook of her neck. 

His hands twitch, sliding in their bonds, and he wishes he could hold her—wishes she could move her hips faster. 

“Naoya,” you moan into the sensitive shell of his heated ear.

Indescribable. You’re a vision he can never get enough of.

Someone who knows him inside and out despite not sharing his family name. 

You’re the antithesis of everything he should want. You’re not particularly powerful or famous. Not from a family worthy of joining your names together.

And yet, he’s stuck here. Chooses to be under your indescribable touch while you rock your hips, taking him deeper where he’s never gone before.

“I—hah…” he trails off, throat going dry. 

You’re astride his lap, staring down at him, but he doesn’t feel small under your scrutiny.

If anything, something warm wraps around his throat, making his chest ache.

He wonders if you’re hurting the same way. 

Naoya can’t form any words. Your pussy’s taking him so well. 

He’s delirious. Wishing he had half of his wits left to stop you from distracting and disarming him. 

“Does it feel good?” You tantalize in a teasing coo. “Being fucked by someone lower than you?” 

He’s stammering, unable to hold back any longer. Fight back any pretenses. 

“Yes. It feels so good.”

You hum. “You should see yourself. All sweaty and fucked out—just for me.” 

His glassy eyes and gritted teeth almost make you laugh. Naoya sniffles, unable to hold back his baser needs.

He would do anything to make this moment last. He doesn’t want to return back to reality once this is all over.

“You want to cum so badly inside of me.” It’s not a question but a statement. Naoya can’t even deny it. He would be a fool to lie to himself. “Don’t you?”

You push him for an answer, intentionally slowing down your hips. Your smaller hands wrap around his throat, squeezing down, choking him whenever he starts to buck too soon.

“Don’t,” you warn. Strained and breathless. “You’re nothing but my tool, Naoya. I cum first.”

He nods, panting with his mouth wide open. A desperate dog for your affection. 

“Yes. Yes.” 

You scrape your fingers through his hair, grabbing a fistful of it. Naoya loves it when you start to tug.

It means you’re close enough to lose your control. 

He feels it in the faltering of your hips, your pretty lips parted to emit breathless whines. 

Your eyes screw shut, head lolling back to expose your pretty neck to his scrutiny. Naoya wants to taste your skin, feel your pulse ticking under his lips.

“Please,” he manages to strain out. “C-can I lick your neck?” 

You slow the roll of your hips, a confused tilt of your head. “You want to—what?”

“Neck,” he pants out, unable to hold back his hips from shunting deep inside you, feeling your gummy walls fluttering around him. He swears he’s about to lose his entire mind. “C-can I taste your skin?” 

Your answer comes in pushing his face right into your neck, like he’s taking shelter from the world right in the crook of your body. 

Naoya doesn’t hesitate to leave indents of desperation on your skin, where they tingle and are sure to blossom into hickeys later. He paints your neck with his tongue, tasting salt, skin and an undercurrent of sweetness which he can’t shake off.

You’re grinding on him, clit bumping the coarse terrain of his pubic hair. His mouth is devoted to leaving as many marks as he could on your skin. 

It was the breaking of an unspoken rule—Naoya was never allowed to claim you like this. 

A dark thrill shoots up his entire body. 

Could you finally be warming up to the idea of him?

Taboo. Hidden. 

That is how his love for you is forced to be. 

The Zen’ins could never know of your existence. If they did, no doubt the elders would try to remove you from his life whether through force or coercion.

Damn them all to Hell, Naoya thinks, fighting back a groan when you release a string of mewls, his name mingled in your sounds of you losing to the deep end. 

You’re so close.

His bound arms ache not from the restraint but from the inability to hold you. Naoya knows that if he does, he may never let you go.

It’s a blessing and downright atrocity how magnificent you look when you cum.

Cheeks all warm, kiss-bitten lips parted, legs splayed wide to show off his raw cock slicking in and out of you.

You’re so wet driblets of creamy white rivulets down his balls, streaking your thighs.

He wants to ask if you’re still on the pill. Naoya thinks the one surefire way to force his clan’s acceptance is if your body yields and gives him a son. 

Only then will this union stand a chance to shine.

But, the words get trapped in the back of his throat; he can’t help thinking that even if he remains your plaything, he would give up the entire world to watch you cum. 

The tips of your hair touch his thighs, and your breasts look inviting enough to suck and bite, jiggling right in his face. Tempting him like twin apples of sin, promising him more than what the Zen'ins’ long dead garden could give him. 

“Kiss me,” he pleads.

You laugh, airy with a hint of triumph. 

“Why should I do that?”

He can’t think. 

Can’t feel anything except for your slick walls melting around him, your soft arms holding him right to your chest. 

“Please,” he tries again, more desperate. “I need to kiss you.”

You relent, just this once. 

Your lips touch his, velvet soft and tasting of him. He moans into your mouth, his entire body jerking as if touched by a livewire.

He’s trying to hold back—to buy his body more time so he can pleasure you.

Naoya’s never been one to put someone else above his own needs but with you, it comes naturally. 

He lives and breathes for your praise. Needs to feel your pride for him or else he thinks he might just die from its lack.

“So good for me,” you give it without a second’s thought. He thinks you’re sent from somewhere up above. “Does my pussy feel good?”

He makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat. It’s too good.

You’re teasing him now, all lidded eyes and wet lips. “Don’t you just want to cum in me? Isn’t that what you want?” 

He’s about to answer when your thumb presses into his pulse point, middle finger digging into the side of his neck. 

Naoya chokes on his reply, managing a teary little nod.

“Want to flood all inside of me—so hot and heavy. Isn’t that right?”

He whimpers at the mental image of white coating your walls, getting sucked into your body, trickling past your cervix.

Where it might take and bloom.

“Yes,” he gurgles, looking at you like you hung the moon. “Y-yes.”

“What do you want?”

“I-I want—” he’s unable to speak, afraid that if he does, he will cum. And he can’t do that yet. 

You haven’t given him permission to.

A slap across his cheek. Naoya’s cock jumps from the bite of pain, fire crawling across the reddening skin. 

It’s his ego that feels the sting more than his face. He’s already a disappointment to you. 

“Are you forgetting?” You snarl, tightening your fist around his throat. “You answer me when I ask you something.” 

“—Cum,” he spits out, every fiber in his body growing numb except for the spot between his legs; the sensation amplified by the lack of oxygen. You’re fucking him harder and faster now. 

You release his throat and he sucks in a few jagged breaths. 

His cock is too heavy, red and swollen with the load he’s been holding back for the past hours of your torment.

How long has it been since you’ve kept him strung and on his toes?

One hour? Two?

Naoya doesn’t want to count down the minutes; he wants to take in every second of your attention. 

Slowing your hips again, you coo, toying with him like a precocious little kitten finding a mouse. “Is that it?” 

You sink your fingers in his hair, adjusting yourself so your thighs are splayed further apart on each side of his hips. 

If his hands were free, they would run up the smooth expanse of your back, down your plush thighs. Softness gliding across his fingertips, your body an open map to explore. 

He would ask you to put those heels back on for him, but as it was, Naoya could barely form a coherent thought.

“I want to taste you,” he confesses with an errant sniffle. “Put you on your back and fuck you—shit.”

He curses when he feels you clench down on him. 

“And then what?” you breathlessly prod.

Splashes of white behind his closed lids. Naoya’s so close, he could cum with one more thrust.

Your soft palm flushes flat against his pelvis, holding him in place. Keeping him skewed in this limbo of motion and pleasure.

Adjusting yourself, your cunt molds around him more snug than before; your position shifting along with your intentions.

You keep him inside you, warm and inert, ticking your hips in slow, sensual circles to goad him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Feels so good, you feel so good.

“Need you,” he whimpers hoarsely.

You laugh, a pretty chime that makes his heart hurt. “I know. But, you still haven’t answered my question yet.”

You shunt your hips forward, egging on his reply.

There’s something underneath those airy words. A fissure of need; curiosity waiting to be watered.

Why do you come to me when you could have anyone else in the world?

He blinks the gloss of tears, gritting his teeth. The last of his patience is wearing fucking thin. 

“I want to fuck you until you’re mine—until you’re pregnant.”

The image of you, round and sweet, carrying his sons, makes Naoya almost lose it. His cock pulses in pathetic response, and your faded red lips quirk into a secretive smile.

“Pregnant, huh?” You pick up the speed, clipping your hips with his. 

Naoya isn’t prepared, his body tightening against the assault of pleasure you so casually wreck onto him. 

“Y-yes.” He nods, and it’s adorable how desperate he looks.

The famed Zen’in heir, reduced to a sentient dildo for a woman his family would call ‘lower class trash’. 

It would make your entire soul soar if you weren’t so concentrated on mocking him.

“And do you think I would allow it?” You sneer. “I don’t want your babies.”

Worse than your slap, Naoya actually feels his heart breaking.

His jaw clenches and he grits his teeth. The tears in the corner of his eyes are mingled with both pleasure and heartbreak.

“Why?” He groans, tilting his head back when you start to breathe heavier, your trembling body a shivering blanket over his own. 

His arms ache, his cock is about to burst and he’s been digging his heels into the carpeted floor for the past minute trying his damndest not to thrust into you.

If you want to break him, you might just succeed tonight.

You tip your face closer to his, and he drinks those poisonous words straight from your lips which intimately brush against his.

“You will never be enough for me.”

He wants to argue—I have money, riches, houses. I could treat you better than any asshole. 

But, what comes out instead is, 

“I would be if you let me.”

Your sensual grinding falters, and for a split second, he sees the emotions waver across your pretty face. 

You cup his cheek, thumb brushing his lower lip. Naoya’s eyes flutter close when he feels you sliding your digit past his mouth, pressing down on his tongue.

He obediently sucks, desperately wondering if you would respond. A tremor of sadness ripples across your pretty eyes.

You defy his assumptions once more, pressing your mouth to his lower lip, hot breaths hitting the sensitive strip of his jaw. 

“Don’t make me promises you know you will never keep.”

I won’t. He can’t fight back, not when you kiss him like you want to consume him. 

You pick up speed, using him to get yourself off; barely caring about his deep reverberated groans and clenching fists behind his back.

“Don’t cum,” you whisper, breath tickling the shell of his ear. “Hold it for me, baby. Hold it.” 

He tries. Oh god, he’s trying.

You’re the vixen coming straight from his horrors of hell, here to torment and tease him with your vice-like cunt and seductive ways. He presses his face to your neck, trails his lips down a heated path to the tops of your tits. 

Your groan reverberates in his hair when he starts to suck on your nipple, tonguing and teasing them to stiff, swollen peaks.

It sparks the pressure in your lower body, makes you fuck him harder again, taking him deep enough for the mushroom tip to touch your cervix. 

Naoya fights against the band waiting to explode, nails digging into his palms and leaving crescent moon indents. 

Not yet, the shrill reminder sets off everytime he desperately wants to explode. Not yet.

He nips on your stiff nubs, getting them all wet and perky before he moves his mouth back to the juncture of your throat.

You’re making it hard for him to focus, moving your hand south to cup his balls, squeezing them lightly in tandem to you sinking down his length. 

Sweat bullets down his back, his chest. It sheens over his skin, glosses across his face. 

Naoya’s panting now, glassy hazel eyes locked with yours. He can’t look away, not when he’s drowning in such a pretty death. 

I can’t, he mouths, unable to use his voice. His hips move without warning, pushing up into your tight heat. I need you. 

Such desperation makes you see stars, eyes squeezed shut and your thighs stiff—shoulders locked as you grab his hair harshly with two fists. 

Naoya cries softly when he feels your velvet walls melt all over him, going gooey and spurting warmth till it trickles down his balls. You crumple limply onto his chest, breathing hard.

His head thumps back on the headrest, feeling your body jerk and tremble like the last leaf of autumn. 

You lift your head, kitten-weak, and nuzzle his jaw. 

Naoya tilts his face forward, and you kiss him, leaning up slightly so that your bare and sweaty chest is pressed with his own. 

He takes your docility for his own selfish reasons; thrusting up into your tightening cunt, feeling your cum sloshing around and trickling further down to stain the sofa seat. 

The balls of his feet press firmly on the floor and he rocks your world slowly, surely. Even without the use of his arms, he’s a good fuck, hitting that one spongy spot inside of you with ease.

You spill out moans, his name lifting off your lips.

“Can I cum?” he manages to whisper. 

You’re too tired to speak, nodding.

Thank you. He fervently murmurs inwardly. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

Naoya lets you hold onto him as he jerks himself off using your body, every hard thrust making you whimper and the couch creak.

With every muscle tensing, his release bursts like the hottest, ripest fruit; coating your walls and mingling with your essence to run white down his thighs. 

Your walls spasm around him again, a tinier tremor and you sigh, palming the collar around his neck.

Naoya’s spinning head barely registers you unlocking the damn leather circle, loosening the bonds around his arms. They hang free, blood running back into them and he wilts under your tender touch massaging the locked joints.

Once he’s limber and lucid, he scoops you into his arms, holding you tightly to his chest.

You want to scold him, to tell him this isn’t right.

He shouldn’t be holding you like you mean something to him.

It’s unheard of: a man like him and a woman like you.

But, drowning in the circle of his embrace, there’s no rank or rule. Just two people holding each other, skin melting onto skin, breaths shared as one.

“I want to stay here,” he breathes, eyes drooping close. He reminds you of a tired puppy, worn out from a rough day of play. “Sleep here. With you.”

Your rebuttal is swift. “You know you can’t.”

Lethal as you are, you’re still a woman and at every core of one is a tender romance waiting to be nurtured.

Naoya hopes his pout will move you, but your heart must be made of brambles when you shake your head, refusing his sway.

He falters, and that stupid, stupid ache is back in his chest.

“Can I at least hold you then?” 

It’s a meager trade-off when all he wants is to melt into your life and become the air you breathe.

This time, you don’t fight him off, wrapping your arms tighter around his broad shoulders, sinking your fingers into his hair.

“For how long?”

This vulnerability is new. A reveal you hadn’t expected to make.

Naoya must also sense it. He hums. How adorable can she be? 

“As long as you want me to.”

He thinks you murmur the word “forever” into his shoulder. You kiss his neck, underneath his ear. Dew drops of devotion landing upon his skin.

You don’t demand it of him, however. 

You could never ask that of him.

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you locked naoya in place, pressing him against the sliding door. using one of your hands to lock his arms above, and the other to hold his chin up as you towered over him.

the door he was pressed against was relatively thin. any rash movements or a noise too loud would definitely be heard. and for that, naoya tried his best to keep quiet. they can’t find out he was being pinned down by a woman. they can’t find out that he was submitting to the very person he looked down upon. all he could do was look up at you, with a face filled with disgust as you held him in place.

“you really are easy, naoya.” you mocked, gently caressing his lower lip as he continued to look at you with that same disgusted face.

“shut it, you damn woman, i should be the one doing this to y—” you cut him off with a firm slap on the face. he doesn’t look back at you out of embarrassment. “shut your mouth, you cheap whore, i never said you could do any talking, did i?”

“look at me, naoya.” you commanded. he looks back at you hesitantly as he lets out an annoyed groan. brows furrowed as his face slightly burned up from the tension. he hated the feeling that he was looked down upon, but at the same time, the way you assertively treated him turned him on in a way he hated.

the way you towered over him despite being a woman, the way you commanded him, the way you were able to push and throw him around with ease, all of it. he loved and hated it all at the same time.

your free hand made your way to the back of his neck, using your fingers to rub it slowly. “you know, naoya, i should really teach you how to be quiet.” he tilts his head in response.

the hand behind his neck slowly made its way down, making its way into his baggy pants. he let out a quiet gasp at your movements, eyes widening and looking down at your hand. your hands going down and feeling his surprisingly soft thighs, squeezing them with one of your hands while the other continued to hold his hands in place.

you slipped your hand out of his pants, gesturing in front of his mouth, “lick.” he hesitantly complies, sucking and licking two of your fingers, his tongue making its way between them. desperately sucking on them to the point he slightly gags on his own spit. you smiled as the feeling of his warm tongue around your finger.

pulling your tongue away he lets out a sigh and continues to breathe heavily. alongside a string of of his own spit between your fingers and his mouth.

“good boy.” you coo, that very hand once again making its way into his pants, this time pressing against his needy hole. he lets out a high-pitched gasp in response, eyes widening and looking down at your hand. his own arms struggling against yours as you do so.

“hold on you’re not gonna—” his sentence was cut out by a moan as you shoved those two fingers in him, legs trembling and going weak. his body suddenly tensing up as he continued to look down at your arm.

“shhh, you don’t want ‘em finding out you’re such a whore, right?” you whispered into his ear. the thought of the zenin clan finding him like this horrified him. he hated the image of him submitting to a woman. so he gave you a simple nod and bit his lip.

your fingers did its work, slowly pumping inside his clenching hole, feeling walls around you. he tried his best to hold back his moans, only letting out soft ones and a few gasps. he continued to squirm under you, with his breath progressively getting more jagged.

you slowly picked up your pace, making him go louder. “the heir to the zenin clan really is nothing but a dumb slut, huh?”

“look at you! desperately trying to keep quiet. this feels good doesn’t it?” he nods in response, still whimpering and trying to break your grasp on him. you pushed your long fingers inside him more and more, hitting his sweet spot in the process. he became louder than he was before, full on moaning out your name, completely forgetting he was being pressed against a door

“awww, fucked out? already? you really are nothing but a cheap whore.” you mocked, letting go of his hands to grab him by the face. he completely stopped fighting back, just gasping as his body gradually started to give in from the pleasure. your fingers pumping in and out of him as he clenched around you.

“you’re fucking pathetic, you know that right?” he nods in response, unable to form a proper sentence—hell, not even a word. “can’t believe they let a dumb whore be the heir of the zenin clan.” you continued to mock and degrade him, on and on. he couldn’t do anything but nod as you continued to have your way with him.

despite his relatively baggy pants you could see his hard cock throbbing through them, “really getting off to this, huh, nao?” he nodded once more. you let go of his face to squeeze his waist, holding him closer to you. suddenly, you shoved another finger inside him without warning, making him spill even more loud moans.

“they could probably hear you being whored out right now, you know that right? or are you just too fucked out to care now, huh?” you were right—you’ve ruined him so much to the point he doesn’t even care anymore. it felt too good. all of it.

his eyes grew glossy, gradually starting to sob at your rough treatment. “mmn.. ngh—not a whore i…” you tilted your head in mock confusion, “are you really crying over this? fucking pathetic.”

he continued to sob and cry as you kept at your rough pace. stopping suddenly and pulling out your fingers. you let go of him completely, letting him fall on the floor. he let out a confused noise as you did so.

you looked down at him once more, crouching so you were eye level with him, “hold it a bit more, yeah? i’m not done with you.”

you were going to have a long, long night with him.

Imagine fucking him into the bed, with a knotted strap he had picked out just for this. The feeling of you wielding the dragon-like cock is heavenly, and already from the initial slide he cums with a stuttered cry. His spilled seed streaks his chest as soon as you bottom out, streaming from his bobbing cock as his knot begins to form. You stroke his face and diligently work him through it, kissing along the curve of his cheek, telling your baby boy to let go and ride it out.

But it's not enough. The heat returns, rolling beneath his skin in waves and bringing sweat to the surface. The feeling of being stuffed full of cock has him craving more. He implores you, whining, wiggling his hips to try and get you to move, "Please Mommy, I need more. I need you."

And he swears he's ascended to heaven when you fuck him into the bed. You move your hips back, leaving only the tip inside him, before slamming back in. His head falls back against the pillows as he feels the entire length of the makeshift cock, stretching him out, fucking hip open, claiming his body as yours. Just the way he wants. Just the way it should be.

You fuck him deep and hard, just the way he likes, rocking his body with each and every thrust. The pleasure you give him is beyond intense, having him gasping out whimpering moans with every sudden burst of bliss. That haze returns to his mind, bright sapphire eyes clouding over with wanton, primal lust. He wants nothing but to feel this forever, to feel you slotted between his legs pushing that huge deep inside his ass over and over again. Right now, there's absolutely nothing better than the feeling of you fucking him like this. He crosses his wrists over his head in a show of submission, and you pick up on this, pinning them to the bed and tightening your grasp on his waist. He moans at this, loud and whiny, rolling his hips desperately. Already, he can feel the knot at the base of the toy pressing against his hole, slicked up with lube and just waiting to breach his entrance. He imagines that it's you throbbing to be all the way inside of him, and the thought has him keening with need. He bucks his hips desperately, trying to nudge the knot into him, trying to feel absolutely all of it, all of you. And you give him exactly what he wants.

Staying nestled deep inside of him, you grab his hips with both hands and just start fucking his knot. The round bulbous knot sinks in and out of him, pushing past the tight pucker of his entrance over and over again. He moans deliriously, eyes rolling back, slipping away and fully losing himself to bliss. With every push of the knot inside him, the tip of the toy brushes over his sweet spot and he starts shaking, shuddering, writhing in your grasp. He gasps out sobs and incoherent babbles of bliss, hips moving on their own accord to meet your thrusts each and every time. The sight of him greedily sucking the knot in has you clenching around nothing.

It's when you wrap one of your hands around his cock and strokes, your hand just barely touching his own knot, that he's cumming with a roar. Smoke puffs past his lips, his back arching up off the bed, his wings stretching far behind him. His entire body rolls with each wave of ecstasy, his chest heaving before his abdomen ripples and his cock throbs in your hand. Cum lands all over him, on his chest, on his face, making a completely mess of himself. You watch his muscles tense, watch his jaw drop as he cries out, and your own arousal builds at the glorious sight of him finding release.

Right as he comes down, right as the last remnants of cum dribble over your fingers in hot rivulets, a new feeling settles in his chest. Finally able to blink back to reality, he focuses on you once more. He sees your kind smile and warmth blooms in his chest, different from the heated lust he just felt. He's felt this before. He's felt this more times than he cares to admit when he looks at you. But now, that warmth is more intense, radiating like sunlight as the sun breaches the horizon each day. A smile lifts his lips and he takes in your beautiful face, your comforting sweet scent, and the softness of your touch as you run your fingers through his sweaty hair.

There's so much he wants to say, but he holds himself back. Instead, his fangs sink into the swell of his plush lower lip and he swallows the words he was about to say. He refrains from saying those three words, those three words that would completely lay his soul bare, three words that would completely change the dynamic he has with you.

"Are you ok baby?" You're concerned, noticing how far gone he is, and his heart lurches in his chest. God he craves your kindness just as much as he craves you, and his eyes welcome the subtle sting of tears once more. He leans into your hand as you stroke his face, turning his head to nuzzle your hand, pressing soft kisses to the palm of your hand. He does everything he can to portray his fond affection, except one thing.

He still refrains from saying those three telling words, so he settles for three other ones he's more used to saying, "Thank you Mommy."

He knows what this is. He knows the glue that holds your relationship together is bondage and stuffed bank accounts. He knows you agreed to stuff his pockets, and in return he stuffs you full of his cock upon your whim. He knows that, and he revels in being spoiled by you in every possible way. But right now, he just wishes this could be more. He wishes that he could be yours completely, that you could mark him and he could mark you as his mate. And that's when it hits him...

One of the world's greatest surprises is that the King of Curses is an omega. The horror stories told about him never once mentioned his dynamic, and so everybody believed that he was an alpha, which made sense considering his history. Those who came in contact with him never really had time to spread the news to others, having been killed so quickly. So only a special few knew about it.

But it wasn't like Sukuna was embarrassed of his second sex. No, the king took pride in his dynamic – it made killing alphas way more satisfying knowing that he instinctively should be baring his neck to them. And so, he never took a marking, finding nobody worthy of it.

That is until he met you. You definitely weren't worthy of his mark, being incredibly weak and holding no authority over him. But for some reason or another, Sukuna became fascinated by you. You never showed signs of fear, nor interest in him, and almost everybody feels one of the two emotions when meeting him. He was compelled to learn more about you, and somehow, Sukuna became attached to your side for a while.

He didn't love you nor feel any feelings similar to love – it was for curiosity's sake as to why you were so different than the other alphas. 

Sukuna eventually determined that you were either an idiot or crazy for how you talked to him. You treated him like he was just simply another annoying suitor around. It was entertaining to the bored king. And so, you were his test subject, and once he was done studying you, you were to be killed.

But alas, Sukuna fell into heat not long after meeting you, and he had gotten himself mated with you. A foolish thing that Sukuna has never even gotten close to doing in his entire lifetime.

He almost murdered you after his heat for daring to mark him – a permanent thing for omegas, while you, an alpha, could live your life freely. But it wasn't like you had intended to mark him. Sukuna, at the peak of his heat, had threatened to slice your head off if you didn't claim him. You didn't happen to dislike him too much, and you did not want to die, so you followed the king's orders and drove your teeth into his neck during his orgasm.

And the second his heat was over, he had run off without a word. He was humiliated by the fact that he was claimed now and had visited you multiple times since that day to put an end to your useless life. But every time he saw you, he would hide away so that you didn't see him and leave without you knowing. It wasn't his fault; everything in him screamed for him to be next to you, being freshly mated, but he refused to follow those instincts.

With his time away, he couldn't help but think about you nearly all the time. You were kind to him, even though he hates to admit it. You cleaned his body up when he was twitching from exhaustion and covered in his own bodily fluids. You must have been equally exhausted, having been forced to keep up with his pace, but not once did you complain nor mention how weak he must have looked with his drool stains on his chin.

And even before his heat, he didn't seem to mind you. He liked that you always quipped back your own insults and didn't allow yourself to get bullied by him. It made it entertaining, and he found himself enjoying conversing with a human. But still, even with your complaints of how annoying he was for not leaving you alone, you would cook extra food so that he would never go hungry. Although Sukuna didn't have a preference for human food, he still found himself eating a few bites. You were providing for an omega, and Sukuna made careful note of it, hating that he found himself pleased by it.

During his preheat, you offered your house to him and brought him blankets and pillows for nesting even when he nearly tore off your arm for entering his (your) room. And when he dragged you into his nest, you complimented it as you were supposed to, which still made his insides stir.

Plus, when he trapped you in his nest for a couple of days, you didn't make much of a fuss – other than when you had to use the restroom, to which he nipped at your hand like some sort of dog in complaint. You were a weak, pathetic alpha, and he couldn't let you roam free, practically begging to be injured. His nest was the safest place to be, and so in his head, you were to stay put there for all of his heat.

But Sukunas possessive and overprotective thoughts shifted instantly when his heat dwindled down. He got up and left the day his heat had ended, and you were left completely shocked at his sudden disappearance. It was out of the blue, considering he had been around for weeks beforehand. You couldn't help but feel distraught over it, having also felt the bond, even if it was not as extreme for an omega. Plus, during his heat, he was cuter than you have ever seen before. He was needy and whiny but still cute. 

You may have garnered your own feelings toward the curse, something close to love, or some sort of infatuation at least. So when he left, you were left nearly broken for weeks, having just previously been daydreaming about how you could manage a new life with the two of you. It was a hopeless delusion, and you should have known that, but it still hurt.

But you aren't as pathetic as he thinks, and by the second month, you were over it. Sure, the bond sometimes made you feel a little listless, but after so long, you have even begun to forget how he smelt. And your feelings toward him rapidly shifted, now finding him repulsive for abandoning you. You had decided that if he would ever come back, you would reject him.

You should have known that wasn't going to happen, considering you still harbored feelings for him. Lo and behold, nearly three months later, Sukuna returned.

He barges in the door, almost tearing it off the walls. You nearly jump out of your seat at the noise, but your eyes widen the second you smell his scent. The mating bond made it even more appealing to you, and you could also make out the smell of omega in heat. You curse under your breath at the smell but remain silent, not giving the satisfaction of you freaking out over his sudden appearance.

You were seated in your office doing work when he came in. And just seconds after you smelt him, Sukuna conjured himself behind you, sharp nails dragging up your neck in both a greeting and warning. But you weren't having any of it, a familiar rage bubbling in your chest at his return. So, you just continue to stare ahead at your screen. 

"Leave," is the first thing you say, the first command. You never used an alpha command on an omega, but this situation definitely called for it. He was mated to you, so the words had to have a more significant effect on him. But alas, he was the king of curses - he was not going to back down so easily.

"Why do you smell of other omegas, you pathetic alpha?" 

His teeth graze your neck, and you try your best not to shiver, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of it. You try to mask your scent, thinking of things other than his tongue that seems to be peeking past his lips. 

You should ignore him — you know you should ignore him, but you just can't seem to find it in you to. "I was not with others if that is what you are asking," you roll your eyes, still facing your computer while he leans over you. "Though I wish I had been."

"I would have killed them," he purrs, dragging his claws down your chest. "Ripped them apart for daring to touch what is mine while you would have sat and listened to their screams of agony." His teeth graze your earlobes, and you gulp, thinking about how horrid that would be. "Would you like it? Like to watch your omega get all possessive over you? It would fuel your little alpha pride, I would suppose."

He was releasing his scent in waves, and it was beginning to make your head spin. But it was your house, and he wasn't just going to barge in and claim it as him, so you also release your own scent, which pulls a purr-like chuckle from him. Then, you slump in your chair, finally sparing him a glance. "Omegas aren't supposed to be possessive. That is more of an alpha trait, dont you think, Sukuna?"

"And you are possessive over me?"

You go silent for a moment, reaching out to touch his face. You tilt his chin back, forcing him to bare his neck so you can run your fingers over the bite mark you made just a couple of months ago.

He goes quiet, amused by your touch but not liking your lack of response. But then you pull away, like nothing happened, and return to your computer. "I dont need to be," you sigh, "You won't let anyone fuck you that isn't me." 

One of Sukuna's top eyes twitches, and he spins the chair around, grabbing your chin to force you to look at him. Your face remains blank, and even when he begins to dig his finger into your cheek, you dont show any signs of amiss. Your lack of response drives Sukuna insane, and you raise your eyebrows at his glare. 

He growls low at you, baring his teeth and continuing to cloud your house with his now seductive scent. "You have some nerve to talk to me that way, you pathetic excuse of an alpha. You are looking at the most desired omega on this planet, and you think for a second that I wouldn't fuck somebody else?"

Your hands travel to his wrists, tugging his hand off your face. He surprisingly lets you, but with each second he seems to grow more angry. This is surprising to you because his scent conveyed a completely different emotion. Everything radiating from Sukuna was Look at me, Fuck me. And if you gave into instincts, the two of you would be without clothes by now. But alas, Sukuna left you for three months with no word, and you weren't going to allow yourself to get pushed around by him.

So, you stare back up at him, a wicked grin pulling at your face. "You are the one baring my mark and are crawling back to me after all of these months." You see his face begin to fume, and his scent turns sour from displeasure at the words. "But I am not going to fuck you. I dont want to fuck you. You left after forming a bond with me. I don't want you anymore. Go home, omega."

The words seemed to burn at your tongue, going completely against your instincts. You were purposely hurting an omega, which is everything that alpha's were basically encoded against. But alas, you did not want to get caught up in Sukuna's web.

The room smells horrid by now, mostly from disapproval but also distress — it almost made you whine out, feeling horrible for making any omega feel unwanted, but you bite your tongue and try your best not to focus on his scent. It would only do you worse in the end.

"You think you can speak to me this way because you marked me? Are you so delusional that you think I won't kill you on the spot?" His finger does now cut at your cheek, and you flinch at the stinging sensation along with the blood that now drips from your cheek. He never was afraid to use violence to prove his point. 

But then, he licks at your blood. You feel the stripe of his tongue from your chin all the way up to your cheek. "Do you want me to roll over and show my stomach to you? Want me to croon at you and beg you to pup me? I am not your omegan bitch."

"You would be more appealing if you were."

He chuckles at you, shaking his head. "I am the most appealing thing you will ever see in your puny lifetime. People would kill to be in your position."

He was nibbling on your ear at this point, dragging his pointer finger up your shirt, seconds away from ripping it in two. The scent Sukuna let out was back to being seductive, probably too overwhelmed by his heat to maintain his displeasure.

"Nobody would want to be mated to a bloodthirsty curse."

His teeth drag up your neck, and he laughs at you again, low and rumbling. "You do, or did at least. Considering you did mark me, my pathetic alpha."

The insult doesn't phase you. You shut your eyes and sigh out. You couldn't help but be turned on at this point – his knee was meticulously placed in between your legs, and the smell of heat wafted through the air. You were trapped whether you liked it or not, and you could feel the fight in you begin to dwindle. "You would have killed me if I didn't."

"And I will kill you if you turn me away again."

"Can you try to make it seem like you are not always threatening me? Alphas prefer to be the one in charge, you know."

He grabs your hand and leads it beneath his pants where his slick was pooling. You gulp, looking away and trying not to salivate at the wetness. "You can always fuck the control out of me," he breathes into your ear, and you let out a shaky sigh, "If you do it well enough, I could end up crooning at you for more. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Your fingers find his hole, and you borderline whine, accidentally ignoring his question. You have been thinking about this for months now, and him now being here now sends your head spinning. "So wet."

"'s all for you."

His mouth latches onto yours and he groans into it, kissing with so much force that you a pinned to the back of your chair. You feel his tongue drag over the inside of your mouth, trying to claim as much of it for himself. You pull away after a moment, collecting your breath, and realize that he has you wrapped around his finger. "Y-You want to bottom?"

He bites your lip hard enough to draw blood, and you hiss, grabbing your mouth and pulling away. "What was that for?!"

"For being an idiot. Of course I want to bottom." He licks at your lips, healing them with his cursed technique, before moving onto your cheek to do the same thing. "How did I end up with a stupid alpha?"

You growl at him, "It's not my fault I can't think." The smell of heat was so strong by now that your head was dizzy. "You want to tell the entire world you are trying to get fucked? Sounds whorish to me."

"It's working isn't it?" He feels you circling his hole, finally sliding your first finger in. "Will you turn me into your whore, alpha?"

The thought makes you groan out, head tilting back while he continues to lick and kiss your neck. But you don't dare to stop your movements, knowing that if you were, he would probably find some way for you to focus your attention back on him. He was greedy for it all.

The second finger slides in without much trouble, and now Sukuna is straddling you. He was much larger than you andhis frame completely engulfed you, but still he caved his body forward so that he could continue his ministrations. You already knew that your neck was to be covered in marks by the time he was through of you – he was possessive, and it wasn't because of his second gender. 

Slick was now beginning to drip down his thigh, and he was beginning to rock his hips back and forward onto your fingers. The chair was making a screeching noise, upset with the large man for trying to put his weight on it. 

You pull away for a second, and Sukuna immediately returns to kiss you again, cupping your face with two of his palms. Again, you try to pull away, and still, he doesn't let you speak, continuing to force his tongue into your mouth. A warning growl pulls at your throat, and you pull your fingers out of him.

He, in response, lets out his own growl, louder than yours, considering his growl was more out of disapproval at the removal of your fingers. His face by now was flushing red, a telltale sign that he was slipping completely into his heat. 

"What now?" Sukuna hisses, and you roll your eyes.

But, instead of biting back another remark, you change your tone, taking the softer route. Omega's like to be coddled, and Sukuna was no exception, no matter his status. So, you rub at his cheek with your thumb. "I know you're feeling needy, but can we take this to the bedroom?"

His main set of eyes blinks at you, physically relaxing at your gentle touch and the crooning. You, in return, have to hold back a smirk, knowing that if he was to see it, he would grow pissed again. You couldn't help but compare his behavior to a bratty child. But still, he climbs off your lap, and you sigh in relief before squealing when he effortlessly lifts you with his top pair of arms. 

A deep purr-like chuckle is let out, and he glances at you before walking over to your room. "I can walk, you know," you say, slightly pouting at being cradled like some sort of child.

"And risk you taking a fall and somehow dying on me? I am not risking the possibility of not getting fucked because you are the weakest creature that walks the earth." He doesn't even look at you when he says it, continuing to walk forward. You remain silent, just sighing and shaking your head, but used to this ridiculous behavior.

You notice the thick smell of arousal that was still pooling out of him, and most omegas would be stuck in their nests, barely able to walk. But Sukuna wasn't a typical omega, and you both found his unpredictableness endearing and nerve-wracking.

Your finger pulls his robe open, and without him looking, you latch your teeth onto his nipple, gently nibbling on the bud. He fumbles with his steps, and immediately, a clenched groan is let out, paired with a small shiver. The reaction pleases you, and so you smile at him before he can question your actions. "Still just as sensitive, I'm glad. Tonight is going to be," you reach up to trace the side of his face. "Fun."

The purr of approval vibrates his entire chest, and you laugh.

–

He kicked you out of your own room, as he did last time. When he arrived at your room and saw the perfectly made bed, along with the complete absence of his scent, he had borderline dropped you. So, just like last time, you sat outside your door, occasionally passing him more blankets or pillows, and crooning at him so that he didn't get pissed off thinking that you left him.

His heat smell was getting thicker with each minute, and in return, your head was growing foggy – you couldn't imagine what was going on in his own head. "You better have not moved from that position. I hear your stirring. Don't make me break your legs."

You haven't moved from your seated position in front of the door, so you roll your eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, clingy bastard. Just trying not to cum in my pants from your scent." It was a sarcastic remark, but when you hear the king chuckle in delight, you tap your head against the wooden door and close your eyes.

It was weird to have him back, and you are not surprised that your heart feels strange around him – you were bonded afterall. It was good to have him back – you found comfort in his scent, but the thought of him disappearing again made you frown. You tuck your knees close to you and bury your head in them.

Sukuna opens the door two minutes later, slightly panting and flushed red. His body was growing weak. Now, he was completely bare, and his cock was standing hard against his lower stomach. But, you didn't notice, still in your little ball on the floor.

He looks at you, raising his eyebrows, because he has never seen you in this state. You were always reeking of confidence, standing tall and proud while you openlingly defy him. He, strangely, didn't like to see you look like this and your scent was beginning to turn stale.

"Why does my alpha look like a mopey kitten?"

You don't look up at him, slightly pouting. "You have to promise me you won't leave after this. I'm not some fucktoy for your heat."

Sukuna would be lying if he didn't say his omega was purring at the idea of staying with you. The last couple of months have taken a toll on his body, and although he is the strongest person to walk this planet, it was quite annoying to be in a constant state of distress. "Ill think about it – depends on how well you fuck me. How can you be so whiny when I am the one with slick dripping down my thighs?" 

You look up from your makeshift ball and are immediately hit with the smell of it. But, you dont have time to look at his thighs because you are being scooped up again like you truly were some sort of kitten. He holds you with one hand and uses another one to pet your head as he drags you to his nest. "There, there," he tries to comfort, "Dont be sad little alpha, you make me feel weird when you are moping."

He was purring at you, and even if you tried to, you couldn't help but feel better. But the moment doesn't last long — he drops you into his nest, crossing his top set of arms above you and waiting. You raise your eyebrows at him, glancing at his cock that was hard and on display before going back to his smug face. "Why are you showing me your useless cock?"

"Im not," he bites, baring his teeth for a moment, before shaking his head. "The nest. Compliment it."

"Oh." 

Sukuna seemed to have a set of procedures he wanted to follow before getting to the real deal. It was surprising, considering that most omegas wouldn't miss a second of sex for something as silly as this. But you could tell he was beginning to struggle from the way he was slightly trembling. 

You quickly turn to pillows and pillows, along with your miscellaneous dirty clothes. He was tapping his foot, quickly growing impatient. So you nod at him, giving him a small smile to show that you are happy. "Very nice. Soft, comfortable. I really like it. Good job, Sukuna."

He releases his pleased scent in waves, and a small croon leaves his lips. But even when you could tell that he was practically wagging his tail at the compliment, all he says is, "Good. You are to stay here for the duration of my heat. No exceptions. And dont you dare think about getting up to relieve yourself without telling me? I will string you alive."

That meant that he was probably going to be stalking into the kitchen for food and water like he did last time. Alphas are supposed to provide food/water and protection to their omegas in their most vulnerable state – Sukuna seemed to not follow traditional dynamics roles, which wasn't that surprising. But still, the idea of you being the one to be taken care of makes you slightly pout. 

The omega seems to read your mind. "My vulnerable state is a million times stronger than you at your strongest. You stay in the nest."

"Your wish is my command, Lord Sukuna," you say sarcastically, leaning back in the cushions and sighing. 

He finally comes crawling toward you, pinning you beneath his massive frame. But you are not intimidated by him, to say the least, so you just raise an eyebrow at him. He presses a small kiss to your neck before saying, "I like the way that sounds on your lips."

"Yeah, I bet you do, you arrogant bastard." He chuckles at you, taking a deep inhale of your scent and then gently rubbing his neck onto yours. The action is sweet, but you are flooded with the smell of arousal, so you are getting particularly impatient. "Are we going to fuck, or do I need to find another omega in heat?"

It was a risky joke, and you knew that you shouldn't have said that the second it left your mouth. But Sukuna, in turn, just rumbles another laugh, gently biting the skin of your neck. "Little alpha has jokes?" he asks, and you remain quiet, biting your lip and hoping that you dont cause the deaths of innocent people. "Do you think it would be funny if I killed every omega you laid eyes on?"

You grab his chin and force his lips onto yours. He eagerly accepts your advances, purring low while cupping your face with two hands. "Your means to distract me are so cute."

You don't respond to the mumble against your lips – instead, pushing your tongue into his mouth. You can feel himself beginning to rut against your pelvis, probably staining pre on your clothes. But, the fabric doesn't stand a chance anyway, as he tears through it with his finger. The sound causes you to pull away, frowning at him. "That was my favorite shirt."

"And it was in my way," he breathes, before pressing his mouth back to yours. You fingers begin to make their way to the back of his thighs and he hitches a breath when you finally bring your fingers back to his entrance. It was properly lubricated as it was before, and it makes it incredibly easy to slip two fingers in.

Sukuna breathes a sigh of relief at the feeling, having been daydreaming about you inside him for the past couple of hours. He unconsciously rocks his hips back into the digits while you scissor the hole, preparing him for what is later to come. Your knee comes up to where his cock grinds against, and he groans into your mouth. 

You pull away from him, now choosing to focus on his neck. Your mouth litters it with kisses and small love bites, but focus on the outline of your teeth from three months earlier — the mark you gave him. It seemed to be a sensitive part for him, considering the way all of his eyes are squeezed shut and his arms trembled on the pillows next to you. 

"Such a pretty mark," you coo, curling your fingers inside him slightly toward his stomach so that it hits his prostate right on.

Sukuna, in return, eyes fly open, and he chokes up a weak cough at the feeling. But, he quickly recomposes himself, swallowing some saliva and looking back at you. "Glad one of us likes it."

"You are a liar," you tease, kissing his jawline, "or else you wouldn't come crawling back to me. Tell me, Ryomen, did you miss me?"

"You are going to have to fuck me with something bigger than your fingers to get me to babble such nonsense." He holds a cocky grin, flashing his teeth before using his tongue to lick at your lips. The action makes you cringe and look away while he laughs.

But his moment of triumph is cut short when you plunge another finger inside him. It sends his mouth flying open, and his eyes widen at the intrusion before he lets out a guttural moan. "Fuckkkk," he groans, grinding himself on your fingers, "T-Thats more like it!" 

You grin at him, rubbing your thumb on his lips. "Such a size queen. Do you need something bigger?"

His tongue darts out, and he licks at your thumb while you raise your eyebrows. He seemed to be glaring at you, but it didn't do much, considering his eyes were growing hazy and his cheeks were flushed. "You know what I want. Are you going to fuck me, or do I need to find another alpha?" 

It was a cute attempt to try and use your words against you, so you can't help but laugh. "Have you ever been fucked by someone else, Sukuna? I swore I was the first to ever be inside you." 

To this, he goes silent. It was true, and in fact, even if it went completely against instincts, Sukuna during his previous heats would be the one fucking his partners. He didn't care about their sex, nor their dynamic, all he was looking for was pleasure. Granted, being inside someone didn't have the same feeling as being the one penetrated, and he realized that very quickly after his first heat with you. He didn't know if he could go back to the half-ass pleasure he was grantedbefore.

So when he hears you laugh, the curse merely scoffs and looks away. But, you move quickly away from the subject, and instead push him off of you. "Get on your hands and knees," you say, and then sigh, knowing better than to give him any commands. "Sorry, that sounded demanding. Can you please get on your hands and knees, Sukuna? It will be easier for the both of us."

"I am not your bitch," he bites, but still, he climbs off of you and readjusts himself in front of you. He was not ashamed inthe way he presented himself – slick ran down his thigh and coated his hole while his cock laid heavy in between them with pre cum beading at the tip.

You sit up, giving his ass a squeeze that sends him growling at you. You go silent for a minute, preparing everything while he sits and waits semi-patiently. But once you are all ready, you grin at the muscled body laid out so perfectly in front of you. "Trust me, I know. But I do hope to change that."

He doesn't have time to respond when you are suddenly pushing into him. The curse, in return, grips at the sheets, turning his knuckles white from the mere force of it. He hisses out and bites at the pillow in front of his, and his ring stretches to take the new intrusion. "Fuck!" he groans, shaking his head, "Was it always this freakishly big? S-Slow down before I come up there and tear your head off!"

You roll your eyes at the threat but abide by his demand. "So dramatic," you sigh, using your finger to trace over his wet entrance. "You seem to be gobbling me up just fine down here. You are so whiny, king of curses."

He let out a string of profanities, and tears begin to prick in his eyes. It makes your own eyes light up, and you thrust forward to bottom out completely inside of him. His body erupts in a fit of shivers, and he hides his face from you in the pillows. Sukuna's entire body was burning up by now, and your hands trace at the flushed skin on his back while you wait for him to adjust to the length.

His whines, you realize very quickly, did not express his true feelings. The air was growing thick from arousal, and the second you bottomed out inside him, a pleased scent is released. Your lips curl up in a smile. "Well, aren't you just a little whore!"

Growls echo through the room, but you quickly shut them up by pulling out and thrusting forward. It makes his himchoke a gasp and more of the pleased scent is let out, making the room smell incredibly sweet. The power is getting to your head, but you relished in it for all you could, considering that once he got adjusted to the length inside him, he would be spitting his own insults in between moans. 

But for now, you lean forward and lick at his neck, just over his scent gland. "You feel good? Finally sedated after having a cock up your ass?"

"I will if you do something with it. You are boring me to tears," he pants into the pillows, one of his eyes looking back at you. But you just shrug at the complaint and finally begin to move. 

You start off slow, pulling your hips back all the way until the tip reaches his rim and then back forward. But it seems to have a greater effect on him than you thought. He lets out a muffled groan and slightly raises his hips so that it gives you easier access. You would comment on the display, but you watch a bead of slick drip down his thigh and instead remain quiet, so you dont miss the show.

The noises he makes are cute, low in pitch compared to most omegas, but dont hide the fact that he was in an immense amount of pleasure. The sight in front of you was one to behold – his hole stretched prettily just for you while his entire body was trembling. You could tell he was growing annoyed with the slow pace, so you move your hips quicker, only causing him to clench onto the sheets.

He curses out his own set of profanities, and so you lean forward, pressing your chest to his back, and kiss him. It shuts him up instantly, and the king is craning his neck back to kiss you with an 

unmatched ferocity. It makes you chuckle in surprise at the desperation of it all, and he slightly growls into your mouth, knowing exactly what you are thinking. 

His tongue was a lot larger than yours, and he seemed to have no shame in using it to completely claim the inside of your mouth. One of his hands also cups your face, trapping you to his lips. But, even with his possessive hold on you, you dont let up on your pace, knowing that he was to surely bite (and not on your neck) you in the position if you did.

And so his body jerks forward with each slam of your hips, and Sukuna has to push himself back so that he can reach your lips. His groans are eaten up by your mouth, but still, you can feel the vibrations of his purr. It makes you let out your own sounds of affection, and he greedily consumes them without shame.

You rip your face away from his, and he frowns at you for a split second, already on his way to let out another complaint, before you grab his neck and push it into the sheets. You dont do it hard — you aren't trying to suffocate him, but simply to show what position he is in. Now, his ass remains in the air while his face is buried in some of your pillows. He makes a sound of surprise, but you quicken your pace before he can ask what you are doing.

Your hips move at a rapid pace, and it gives him no room to adjust to the new position. You were drilling into him without a care in the world, creating a lewd sound of slapping of skin. It made his eyes widen, and he bit the soft fabric of the pillow, canines digging into the sheet, nearly tearing it apart.

You hook your finger into his mouth, pulling his lip back and contorting his pretty face. "Hey, relax. Dont rip up my pillows; I just bought them."

"F-Fuck you!" he warbles, but it comes out shaky and breathless from your movements, and you swear you can see his eyes beginning to roll back. But still, he brings his hand over to his mouth and chews on the flesh instead. The action only makes you grin, knowing he was slowly beginning to give in to his instincts to please his alpha.

So, you lean forward, not daring to stop your movements until your chest was pressed to his back. Then you find his ear and lean close till you are centimeters away from it and say, "Well, aren't you just a good boy? Doing so well for me, huh, my omega? Pleasing your alpha by taking me whole."

Much to the surprise of both of you, his abdomen tenses up, and cum shoots out of his cock. It stains the sheets a creamy shade of white, and his entire body begins to tremble with the shocks. The curse doesn't make a peep, biting his lip as he clenches onto the walls of the nest and tightens around your length.

The action makes your eyes widen, and a breathless laugh falls from your lips. "You wanted me to be mean to you your last heat, but you have a praise kink?"

His entire back was turning red, and his cheeks twinged with embarrassment. The man shows you his teeth, growling slightly while craning his neck to look at you. "I do not. Watch your mouth, little alpha, before you piss me off."

"Do you want to be my good boy, Sukuna?"  

Your breath was right next to Sukunas ear, and his entire body goes through a fit of shivers. His scent was screaming Yes. Yes. Yes. But Sukuna just faces the pillow and shakes his head. "Shut up. You are disgusting me."

Your hips begin to pick up their pace again, and a small whimper escapes his lips from the twinge of overstimulation. But still, immediately he begins to press himself back into you, not daring to escape the pleasure he had sought out for. Your lips find his neck, and you begin to litter it with marks, which only drives Sukuna to the brink of insanity due to his instinctual fondness for being "claimed."

"Look so pretty for me," you trace your finger over your claim mark, "Pretty and marked up. So perfect. How am I so lucky to be mated to you?"

"Stop it," he mewls for the first time, voice wavering, and he shakes his head as if trying to snap himself out of a trance. His hips push back into you, and you grin at the display before gripping his hips even tighter. Even his back was pressed into a deeper arch, unconsciously presenting his full self to you.

You run your fingers through his hair at his groans, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Can you cum for me again, my sweet boy?" 

The coo next to his ear sends his eyes flying open, and a guttural moan slips out. His legs, flushed a shade of red from the heat of it all, begin to shake, and before he knows it, he comes tumbling off the toy, ass still in the air as his second, much stronger orgasm crashes over him. His hole clenches around nothing, and he bites his teeth into his hands, letting a round of muffled moans fill the air. Tears even begin to fall down his cheek, and his entire body trembles while cum stains the sheets. 

He had cum twice in the past ten minutes. It was common for omegas to get overwhelmed and orgasm quickly after another, but for Sukuna, this was incredibly rare. He had a praise kink, and this confirmed it.

It was a pretty sight, and so you cock your head to the side, tracing the skin between his thighs, admiring the trembling muscles. The man goes eerily quiet after his second orgasm, and his body looks tense. "Sukuna?"

He doesn't answer, not daring to look at you. You lean forward to get a look at his face, but he turns around and lets out a low warning growl. It makes you pause for a moment, confused, and then you see a drop of blood fall onto the white pillow in front of you. He still doesn't look your way.

He was hurt, and your instincts took the better of you. "Sukuna, look at me."

The omega lets out another small growl — this one weak and barely heard. In return, you growl louder and let out an abundance of pheromones, causing him to tense up, incredibly close to submitting. Then you grab his chin and force his face toward you.

Your eyes widen at the sight. He was biting his lip so hard that blood was beginning to fall down his chin. But, it wasn't that that surprised you. No, it was Sukuna's expression. His face was an abnormal shade of red even for his heat, the flush going to his ears and down his neck. His eyes were glassy with tears, and he didn't dare make eye contact with you. 

Sukuna was embarrassed from cumming so hard from the praise you gave him. You have to hold back a croon — the king of curses look unfathomably cute in your hold.

Your finger ghosts over his lips, and you murmur, "Heal it". He obeys without much thought, and in an instant, the pink flesh is restored. But the curse still doesn't look at you, so you kiss his cheek. You knew he didn't mean to, but a small whimper slips past his lips at the affection. Your grin is wolfish.

"Why are you upset?" You croon, knowing exactly why. Your positions seemed to have switched. It was less than an hour ago when he was the one trying to comfort you. Although his reasoning for being upset was definitely not as reasonable, bug you aren't going to complain when he looks so cute.

"Im not, weakling. Let's just go again. C-C'mon, im starting to feel itchy again."

You lean forward kissing his jaw and then moving to his neck to press another kiss to his scent gland. His entire body shudders. "So needy. You're lucky you're so cute. Do you want your alpha to make you feel good again, hmm?"

When your tongue licks a stripe on his scent gland, Sukuna groans, head spinning. He hates that when you scent mark him, it makes him feel giddy, like some sort of pathetic school girl. You are supposed to be a quick fuck, and then he was going to leave again, but the way your talking to him, like he really was your omega makes his heart pound in his chest. Would he always feel like this if he were to stay with you? Make this his permanent nest? Be your mate?

A purr rumbles through his chest.

Sukuna never considered having a mate. But alas this is the second time he has had this thoughts. The first when he nearly forced you to bite him, and now, his second heat with you. His sober mind pushed away the thoughts immediately and instead took to hiding from you. But could he do that again? It was borderline unbearable for the omega — it went against what his instincts were screaming at him to do. To be with his alpha.

You nibble on his ear, already pushing back into him and this time Sukuna groans out. His body was angry at him for attempting to go a third round without a break, but he didnt care, it felt too good. His hips push into yours and he hisses when you wrap your hands around his cock.

"How many times do you want to cum today?" You ask, voice breathless as you keep up the ruthless pace that would only please Sukuna. Your movements were quick in pace, jabbing into his sensitive spot without mercy, exactly how he likes it. 

His mouth begins to hang open and his eyes hold a glaze to them. Now, he looked more akin to what a normal omega would look like in a heat. He was just a little harder to break down, but his roots were all the same. 

Sukuna blinks at your question, slow, mindless. “Mhmmm…a-lot..? Wanna…cum…” 

You giggle at the warble, but this time he doesnt say anything snarky in return. In fact, he seems to be pleased at himself for making you laugh. For making you seemingly happy. He tries to lean his head back to scent you, but due to your arm pushing his head into the nest, he doesn't go very far. He growls in displeasure.

You instead lean forward and rub your neck against his, even if there was minimal to no effect in the action. His scent was already so potent you were to be smelling of him for at least a week after his heat. But you indulge him in the instinctual pleasure, and he sighs into what is most likely your dirty shirt. A fucked out smile tugs at his lips, your eyes lighten.

"You're like a grumpy kitten, you know?" You run your fingers through his pink hair, brushing it back. Your movementsof your hips slow slightly, but they are still deep and give Sukuna enough pleasure for him not to whine out. You kiss the back of his neck. "Hiss and claw and bite whatever it sees. But the second the fierce creature gets some warm milk, it's back to being cute and docile, just like you, Sukuna."

Gears are turning in Sukunas head, no doubt from the intensity of his heat, so you wait and continue to brush at his hair and kiss at his neck in time with your thrusts. A couple seconds later he manages to bite back a weak, "Not cute or docile…bastard."

You hum at him, grabbing his chin when his mouth falls open after you seemed to his his prostate. "Docile may not be the best word, sedated maybe. Just need some dick to calm you down." You take a moment to catch your breath, panting slightly into his muscular shoulder. "I can keep you sedated."

"S-Stop babbling nonsense."

"Not just with sex," you continue, releasing an abudance of calming phermones that almost match his intensity. Then you let out a croon, paired with a nearly overdramatic purr. He was too weak to fight his instincts and so practically mewls at the sound, letting out his own purr in return. 

"I can keep you calm, make you feel safe." Although you knew you could never be as strong as him, you could try at least. Your hand reaches below him to play with his dick again, and Sukuna jumps. "I'll put up with your hissy fits and your extremely possessive nature. The killing…will be something to be discussed when I'm not inside you."

To this, Sukuna makes a sound that shocks you. He laughs. Its not mocking like they usually were, harsh and mean, instead it more like a giggle, like he truly thought what you said was humorous. You pray it's not the heat talking but you try not to get your hopes up.

Instead, you continue on your rant, now picking up the pace of your hips. You slam into him, restarting the rhythm of the slapping of skin on skin. Sukuna bites the pillow, but you pull his hair back, earning a pained moan from the man. "Y-You can kick me out of my room to build your nest whenever you want. Fuck, I can just permanently sleep on the couch if that'll make you happy."

Sukuna couldnt respond, his eyes were practically rolling back. You were so deep inside him that he could barely think. However, the desperation in your tone, paired with the saturated scent of you trying to please him, conveyed exactly what you were saying to him. He hates that it makes him happy to see you want him, to feel desired by you. It should be an inconvenience, really, but he can't help but feel like his own feelings were being returned.

"F-Fuck, gonna cum again!"

Your hand is rutheless on his cock and your mouth nibbles at his neck. "I'll make you happy, Sukuna, you know that. You just got to let me."

Hes grown dangerously hot and he fees the muscles begin to tense up with his upproaching orgasm. A wracked sob leaves his lips, and he squeezes his eyes shut. 

"Be my omega, Sukuna. Let me love you." You dont give him a chance to respond before you dig your teeth into the exactsame spot you marked him just a couple of months ago.

Claws dig into cloth beneath him, and his eyes widen at the pain. But your words paired with the bite send him over the edge, and hes cumming once again, harder than the previous times. Tears stream down his face and he doesnt let out a noise this time – he holds his breath while the pleasure takes over. His hole clentches around you and his legs shake from under you. There is no doubt that more of the nest was stained a milky shade of white.

You slump against him this time, licking at the wound, before rolling off with a sigh. He groans a little when you pull away from him, but your hands travels to his face, rubbing against his cheekbone. Sukuna, for the first time, looks tired, like that orgasm took a toll on him. Although, you have never seen him look so content. A small smile sits contently on his face, and he looks at you with soft eyes.

Then, much to your surprise, the large man grabs onto you and forces you close to him. You yelp in suprise, but he justwraps two sets of arms around your form and buries his face into your neck, taking a long, dramatic inhale and then sighing contently. You pet his hair with a chuckle. 

"Are you thinking about my offer? Although, if you did live here we would have to get a bigger apartment…You are too big." The sentence felt ironic considering how small he looked when pressed to close to you. It was strange to see a creature so big act so small, like some sort of overgrown lap dog. He would murder you if he heard you think something like that.

He closes his first set of eyes and peers at you with the second. Then he shakes his head. "I'll think about it. Now let me rest, pathetic alpha."

Maybe it was a naive hope, but Sukuna seemed rather pleased when saying that. It was the closest think to a yes you will get, you kiss at the top of his head and he groans in annoyance. "Yeah, yeah, whiny omega. Go to sleep before you get horny again."

"Dont try to leave the nest. I'm not kidding, I will incapitate you if you try anything funny."

"I won't, you bloodthirsty murderer. Now sleep."

"I'm fucking going!" he mutters and you let out a laugh as he gentle nips at the skin on your neck. He then grabs your hand and forces it on his head, silently demanding you to pet him. 

You run your fingers through his short pink hair, and he purrs contently. It doesn't take him long to fall asleep, and you are not far after. You needed to rest before the monster would wake you eight hours later with a flushed face and a wicked grin. You did promise him an abudance of orgasms after all. 

—

After a hazy five days, Sukuna awakes in the dirty nest. He doesn't feel itchy and disgustingly hot, but his body is sore, and he seems to still be exhausted. You lay draped across him, head on his chest and sleeping soundly, equally spent as he is from keeping up with his demands. The curse stares at you for a long moment before one of his hands comes to trace your cheek, admiring the soft skin and how small you are compared to him. You are too breakable for an alpha, it makes him nervous. 

He doesnt think about it when leans forward and gets a good whiff of your scent. The scent of his mate. He purrs quietly to himself, careful not to wake you.

You stirr in his hold and he gulps, eyes flickering toward the door. He could leave if he wanted to, come back for his next heat. You wouldn't send him away, even if you tried with your weak commands, you had a weak heart. A weak, pathetic human alpha loves him — someone unworthy of his own love. Sukuna frowns.

You make a mewling noise and nuzzle into his chest like some sort of cat. Red eyes tear from the door and back to your sleeping face. Sukuna scoffs at you, hating that he found you cute, before pinching your cheeks together that pulls a whine from you. This was the person that was supposedly going to make him feel safe? He laughs.

But the second your tired, fond eyes gaze up at him he unconsciouslly had made his decision. 

He tilts your head to the side, four pairs of eyes scanning the smooth skin along your neck. It was too bare. Sukuna had to change that, or else some omegas would get the wrong idea. He flashes his canines, dragging his tongue along them and grinning at your wide eyes.

Neither of them understood how they got into this situation. The two of them were friends. Never in their lives did they think that they would see each other in positions like these. Megumi was never supposed to see Yuuji’s half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, and Yuuji was never supposed to see Megumi’s high pitched moans, and twitching body. It was lewd. All of it was so lewd, and it seemed to turn the boys on even more.

But of course, this wasnt the first time you've done this. It was a routine by now, but even so, the boys seemed to flush in embarrassment when the two of them knock on your apartment door together. But it may be the slight humiliation that has them crawling back each week.

The two of them sit on either side of you, trapping you in between their muscular bodies. But you weren’t afraid – In fact, even with your cornered position, you were by far in the most control. The way you and the boys like it.

Your hands move up and down in a repetitive stroking motion on both of their cocks. Fushiguro’s is longer but on the thinner side, pretty with a pinkish tip that contrasts the pale skin nicely. Itadoris was girthier, bigger in general, and an impressive sight overall. You even caught Megumi staring wide-eyed the second his best friend pulled down his pants. But even so, Yuuji appeared sheepish, almost embarrassed at his size. It was quite cute, frankly.

But now, they lay content against you. Megumi is on the stiffer side, still embarrassed at the whole situation, but his soft moans show that he is enjoying it. Yuuji, on the other hand, rests his head on your shoulder, occasionally kissing the flesh to show how pleased he is. 

“I’ve got a fun idea,” You hum, not stopping your movements on their cocks. It’s a slow pace, but not slow enough where they feel frustrated. A good motion to keep the boys from whining too much. Although, you do plan to change that.

Megumi hums, his eyes falling shut with a shaky sigh. Yuuji blinks up at you, curious. “Yeah? What is it?”

You turn to him with a smile, and accidentally stop your movements. Megumi, ever the little princess, whines out immediately in complaint. Yuuji chuckles into your shoulder at the noise, and you roll your own eyes. “Yeah. Yeah. I know. I know,” You say, hands moving again before he could bark out a real complaint.

“Well,” You hum and then scan the room. “Need a coin or something small,” You murmur, eyes furrowing to search your place for the object. Yuuji, ever the one to please, doesn’t hesitate to pull away from your touch and go searching through his bag stark naked.

Megumi blinks at him and then leans on you, his messy hair tickling your chin. “He is like a dog.”

“It’s cute.”

“Yeah. Can you?” He mumbles into your neck. You smile, knowing exactly what he wants, and thumb at his cock’s head. His eyes slightly roll back, and he groans into your skin. “J-Just like that.”

Yuuji is back in less than a minute, slotting himself in the space next to you, and slightly grinding himself on your knee for a little extra stimulation. He hands you the coin, and you smile at him, kissing his cheek in reward. He beams at you, and you can’t help but smile back. 

You pull your hand away from Megumi again, and he basically growls into your shoulder. “So dramatic,” You tease as the boy pouts, grumbling and looking away. “Alright. I'm going to put this coin in one of my hands behind my back, and you guys have to guess which one has it.”

“What’s this for?” The dark-haired one demands.

“You will still touch us, right?” The pink-haired one pleads.

You chuckle at them both. “It’s a secret. And yes, don’t worry, sweetheart.”

They were both intrigued by your actions but obviously wanted whatever game this is to go by quickly so that you'll begin to jerk them off again. 

“Whoever guesses correctly gets to cum tonight, and the other does not.”

The boys eyes snap to one another. Neither of them wants the latter. Their kinship was put to a hold. In this moment, all either of them wanted was to have a shattering orgasm.

You place your hands behind your back and move the coin into a hand that they dont see. Then your place two fists in front of them. “Alright who is guessing first?”

You should have known that the two of them werent willing to be polite to one another. “That one!” Both of the boys exclaim, pointing to the fist farthest from each of them. At least they chose different hands, you note, trying to hold back a grin. 

The two of them vibrate with nerves, leaning forward and almost pushing at one another. You hold your hands out and wait for a moment, building up more tension. Megumi barks a complaint about how long you are taking, so you roll your eyes and flip your hand open, exposing the coin to the boys.

Yuuji seems to deflate, eyes widening, and then collapsing his head onto your shoulder with a broken whine. Megumi on the other hand tries not to show his excitement, but the widening grin on his face, and the way his fists clench in victory conveys otherwise. 

You spare him a feline grin, and he immediately knows that something is amiss. Yuuji wasnt the one to get put through much harsh treatment, considering the boy was always the sweetest to you. Pampered, the two of them were, even if Megumi was a little bit more temperamental. It was rare for them to get punished. You had your rules to follow, and they did (even if Megumi complained once or twice) without hesitation. So there was never a need to be mean to them.

But of course, you never did need a reason, did you?

Yuuji stares. As if in a trance, the dark eyes never leave the sight in front of him. He is completely infatuated by it, desires it, really. 

Two quick strokes, focusing primarily on the head, snaps Yuuji out of his trance in an instant. His back straightens, and his eyes widen as he doubles over on himself, nails digging into his thigh. He lets out a shaky, “Heh-Ah!” and his whole body shivers. He was teetering on the edge, just one more stroke and he was bound to come crumbling down. He wanted nothing more than to do so. Your hands pull away, and Yuuji's mouth goes dry, but he doesnt complain. His eyes flicker to it again.

“No. No. No more. No more! I can't do it anymore!” The dark haired man screeches, shaking his head from side to side and biting on his lip. Cum glides down the pink tip, and it begins to coat his balls a murky shade of white. It's sticky, and it makes him feel gross, but his stomach and thighs were no better. It was everywhere, or at least Megumi feels so.

His eyes are tied behind his back. A cruel precaution that Yuuji didn't have. But that is simply because Yuuji was less likely to touch himself than Megumi was to touch you. His wrists are bound together in pretty red soft rope. Your favorite of course. He hates it.

Megumi's legs kick out, and tears stain his face. You frown at him, using your free hand to remove the lip from his teeth. “You're gonna hurt yourself,” You mumble, pouting slightly, and forcing his mouth open. He sniffles, shaking his head, but lets you.

“Y-You're hurting me!” He yelps, leaning his body toward you to convey how upset he feels. 

You bark a laugh, shaking your head. “Well that's dramatic. To cum and cum on repeat sounds so appealing…” Your eyes flicker to the pink haired boy. “To Yuuji at least, yeah?”

Megumi notices for the first time tonight Yuuji's stare. It wasn't on his face though, it was focused solely on his now white coated cock. He is panting, chest raising and falling with each deep breath. A drop of precum falls onto the towel beneath him, but he doesn't spare it a glance. His dark eyes never leave Megumi’s cock. Envy is what he feels. How badly did he wish his own dick was stained that color.

Megumi tries to shut his legs in embarrassment, but your hand was currently resting on the base of it, so he fails to. You use one hand to force them apart so that Yuuji can see, and then you give Megumi three warning strokes. His body arches and a broken cry is let out from the overstimulation. He has already cum three times now in this short span of time.

You hover near his ear, gazing at Yuuji in amusement. “Look ‘gumi. He’s enthralled by it. All he wants to do is cum, and here you are complaining about it!” You purr, kissing his cheek and then pulling away.

Yuuji finally speaks up, probably seeing that you kissed the other from his peripheral vision. He glances up at you, and his shoulders slump. “Please.”

A puddle of precum has formed beneath him, but it was nothing compared to the liquid that coats Megumi's pale skin. Your hands begin to pick up the slow pace again, and the boy begins to hiss out. He squirms in your hold, and gets close enough to you for his teeth to latch onto your shoulder. You chuckle at him, but bare him no mind. “What are you pleading about, Yuuji darling?”

He opens his mouth, glances at Megumi who is trying desperately to tear out of the restraints, and then closes it again. His friend's cries go straight to his cock, that was borderline turning purple at this point. He shakes his head, and puppy dog eyes bore into yours. “Please. It hurts.”

You reach over to him, and Yuuji knows better than to get his hopes up. In fact he knows exactly what is happening, so he squeezes his eyes shut and braces himself. One slow pump, and then two, and Yuuji is just grazing his high. He can almost taste it, but you pull away before he can fully experience it. His fingers tense up, and he forcefully raises them to his head to cover his eyes. He was bound to touch himself if he kept them there. Yuuji clenches his teeth and groans, while his cock twitches a couple times, and another glob drops.

“F-Fuck me,” He cries after a moment, resisting the urge to bury his fingers into his skin to hopefully ease the tortuous feeling. 

Your hand makes a particularly loud squelching noise, and Yuuji's eyes are back onto your hand and Megumi's cock. He stares at it with need wanting nothing more to be covered in his own cum. To cum as many times as he wishes. It was driving him insane.

Megumi seems to be curling into you. His head somehow found his way into your neck, and he sobs into it, searching for some sort of comfort. He is hiccuping by now, and a bountiful of different fluids coat his face, let out without his control. “So mean. Mean. Mean. Mean,” The boy chants, and you hum at him, petting his hair.

“I know. But you are so pretty like this, you know I can't help it,” You murmur, one hand continuing to stroke him off, while the other tries to comfort him.

“Noooooo,” He whines in return, and you kiss his temple, mumbling into his ear about how wrong he is. 

You hear Yuuji call your name and you spare him a glance. Tears were finally cascading down his pretty tan face, and your eyes light up. “What's wrong, Yuuji?”

He comes tumbling forward, his forehead resting on the bed before you. He cries into it, and grips onto the sheets just inches from Megumi's knee. “I-It hurts. I'm going insane. Please. Please, I'll do anything. Please let me cum, I am begging you,” He warbles, close to tearing the sheets apart. 

You sigh and look away from the two. “Well you two are no fun,” You complain, ignoring the way Megumi whines into your neck. Yuuji doesn't move from his bowing position. “Yuuji, you want to cum?”

“I-I'll do anything! I promise!” He proclaims into the sheet.

You smile at the back of his head. “Good! You can rut against Megumi's cock then, since you've been eyeing it all night.”

You pull your hand away from the cum coated cock, and wipe the remains on Megumi's thighs. He remains quiet, trying to catch his breath.

Yuuji raises his head from his bowed position, his cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink. He glances at his friend's trembling body and gulps. “That will…I–F-Fushiguro?”

Green eyes flicker to you first, and it doesn't take much thought to realize that he seemed to slip into the subspace. The eyes are hazy, and little thought seems to be behind them. “You…Want me to?”

You rub at his cheek. “I do. You'll make Yuuji feel good. And I bet you'll have fun too!” You coax, already helping him out of his place in your lap. He struggles to stay up, body nearly collapsing from exertion. Yuuji catches him before he falls back, and you grin at the pink haired boy with a nod.

The hands still remain tied behind his back, and he holds himself up on his knees. Yuuji is in a similar kneeling position, stabilizing the other by holding onto his shoulder. His eyes flicker back to Megumi's cock, completely naturally lubricated, and then he shakes his head to snap out of his thoughts. “I-It wont take me long, okay Fushiguro? J-Just need...Need a little stimulation…Please?”

“Yeah, I know. Just be gentle, please. I’m s-sensitive,” He mumbles in return, strangely not caring about his tear and drool face. Even his stained cock didn't bother him.

Yuuji nods his head, and gulps, turning to you for confirmation. You nod at him, and in return, he brings Megumi's body closer to his. Their stomachs touch, and the pink haired man places his head in the others neck. He brings one hand to Megumi's ass, and pushes it forward, forcing the two of their cocks to touch.

Its so wet, so lubricated, and must be so easy to glide against. Yuujis eyes roll back, and Megumi lets out a broken cry. He starts his rutting, and everything seems to go blank. It's wet, and the two of their cocks make a lewd sort of noise that drives him insane. “Oh fuck, Fushiguro,” Yuuji whimpers, and Megumi in return cries out. 

He forces Megumis body closer to his, and the man yelps. “Gentle Itadori, p-please!” But the other doesnt listen, and continues to grind their cocks together at a rapid pace, loving the feeling of the sticky lubrication. More tears come tumbling out of the dark haired man, and you watch in silence, completely intrigued by the whole thing. 

You watch Yuuji grab some cum from Megumis thighs, and place it onto their cocks. He moans out, and your eyes widen in delight. “Yuuji,” You purr, and the man glances over at you, shivering under your gaze. “If you get him to cum again, could you imagine how much extra lubricant you will have?”

Yuujis eyes widen at the prospect, and he begins to respond, but is cut off. Megumi begins to laugh, and the noise startles the both of you. The laugh is more like a yelp, a sort of mix of a cry and a giggle. You glance over to him, and his face is broken out into a grin. The tears dont stop flowing from his eyes, and his whole body is twitching rapidly under Yuuji's hold. A strange sight. 

“Megumi,” You question, forcing Yuujis hips away from the other to give him space just in case something was wrong. “You alright, love?”

He shakes his head back and forth rapidly and you raise your eyebrows.  “N-Nothings gonna come out!” He giggles with a hiccup, and Yuuji's eyes widen in surprise. “Gonna shoot blanks!”

You gulp, and a shiver runs down your spine. You feel Yuujis gaze on you, but you don't look away from Megumi. “I-I wanna see it,” You whisper, pupils dilating at the prospect. You let go of Yuujis hips, and nod at him to continue.

“I-I dont think I can last that long,” The pink haired one mumbles out, and you brush him off.

“You will, do you understand?”

He whimpers, but nods, and then brings Megumi back closer to him. But to both of their surprises, you wrap your hand around their cocks. Yuuji whines, and Megumi borderlines yelps. You don't say anything as your hand rises and falls. “N-No, no, no. I can't last. Please. Please.”

Megumi's fit of giggles ends quickly, and he's back to crying. Yuuji’s teeth dig into his neck, and the dark haired man's back arches and he hisses out. “Yes you can,” You encourage, “You just gotta wait for Megumi to cum.”

Yuujis arms come wrapped around the other, and he begins to grind himself onto the other. “F-Fushiguro, you have to cum. Please cum. Please please cum!” He pleads, hoping that his movement will help spur the other on.

Megumi shakes his head back and forth, and he continues to sob. “I-I'm close. Its too much, oh fuck!” Your hand focuses on the tip, and you watch Megumi's hands try to break out of the restraints again.

Yuujis nails drag down the others' backs and by now, he's crying. “It hurts. I need it. Please. I can't hold it. Please Fushiguro let me cum!”

A broken cry is let out, and Megumi hits his climax. The second Yuuji sees Megumi's eyes roll back, he comes tumbling after him. Unlike the stoic boy proclaimed earlier, two globs of cum leak out of his pink cock. But, to be honest, you're not too disappointed, because the sight of them cumming together was truly a pretty sight. Yuuji shoots his load all over Megumi's stomach.

Yuuji clings onto the other like Megumi was some sort of lifeline, and if Megumi didn't have his hands binded, you are sure he would do the same. Tears stain the tan boy's shoulder, and he continues to hiccup through it all. Yuuji, on the other hand, is loud. He moans out, high in pitch and cracked.

And when the two come down from their high they peel away from each other, completely spent. Yuuji finds himself resting his head on your shoulder, with a content smile, and Megumi is sprawled across your lap, currently getting untied and cleaned up. And eventually, once the two of them are cleaned up, and receive proper after care (involving tons and tons of praise for megumi, and physical affection for Yuuji), the two of them pass out, curled up next to one another.

But everything after that night was strange. Whenever you ask them to guess what the hand of the coin is, the boys seem to scamper away from you, completely terrified of the outcome. It was a pity, truly, especially since you plan to have them switch positions next time. Luckily you didn't need a coin game to decide their fates.

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