#sub!kny

Tell them to sit? They'll sit mere seconds later, looking up at you for your next command. Tell them to make you feel good? They'll make you cum as if their life depends on it. You're gonna have to yank their hair so that they don't overstimulate you, making them whimper at the pain as they look up at you with sad puppy eyes, asking you what they did wrong.

They're so desperate to please you that they'll hack into your phone to search your search/porn history for stuff that you want to do to them but haven't asked yet. It's not like you haven't caught them doing so either.

You like pet play? You find them in your room with nothing but a collar around their neck, a leash that's connected to said collar on the floor in front of you as if its beckoning you to grab it, a pair of cat/bunny/dog ears on their head that looks so real that its as if they're actually connected to his head, and- oh? whats that buzzing? Turns out that they put in a tail vibrator in themself too! what a surprise! How about you call them a good boy and fuck him until he can't think anymore as a reward? Watch as he mewls like a slut when you take out the vibrator before pushing it back in him.

What about bondage? Well you'll find them tied up oh so prettily on your bed with some red rope that compliments their skin so well. They'll already be prepped, of course, not wanting to waste time on it so that you'll fuck them quicker. Maybe they'll even have a blindfold on which will heighten his other senses. So how about you touch him all over so that he begs for you to just fuck him already. Don't listen to him though, just continue teasing him until he's soaked the blindfold with his tears and as his dick leaks out pre-cum, desperately humping the air to seek any friction. what a slut!

Turn them into such a mess that all they can think about is the way your strap/dick is hitting all the right spots in him as they lay there taking it all so well. Make him scream out in pleasure, the sounds filling the room which would surely end with an angry complaint from your neighbors complaining about the noises the following day. But he doesn't 't care, why would they when you're fucking him so well?

They're so horny that they're willing to tease you in public just so you would punish them. With some friends and he tagged along? He'll innocently grab your hand to place it on the bulge in his pants, making you widen your eyes and glare at him before he reaches forward to grab something. This makes his shirt ride up which just barely shows the pair of lace panties he's wearing underneath that are peeking out from his pants. How about you drag him to the bathroom and finger him until he cums, a hand on his mouth to silence his loud moans, hm?

About to leave the house to go somewhere with a friend? He'll say goodbye to you wearing the sluttiest outfit right when you're about to exit the door, his ass practically out and dick bulging against the fabric. You can't resist how good they look so you quickly text your friend that you have to cancel and to meet up another time before shaking off your belongings and rushing towards him with hunger in your eyes. Sure you feel bad for your friend but thats the last thing on your mind, the outfit on your yandere being the only thing that you're thinking about at the moment. The way you're looking at him makes them feel so small as if they're the prey and you're the predator but oh do they love it so much.

You know their antics are just to rile you up but you can't ignore them, not when you want to make them scream your name so bad and make them cry from pleasure. It's not your fault, really.

It's not like they're complaining either. They'll gladly get on all fours and present their lubed up ass to you the moment you tell them to. They'll turn their head back to look at you with eyes that absolutely begs you to ruin them. They're just a mere toy for you to use for your own pleasure after all.

Do whatever to them, they'll take it all like a good boy. Leave marks on him so that he can be reminded of the previous night, filthy thoughts flooding his head as he gets hard again. He'll stare at them in the mirror, heading tilting up to look at the small bruise around his neck from your choking. The red mark on his waist is obvious, reminding him of just how hard you gripped it to fuck him even deeper and faster.

Everything you do just makes them even more obsessed with you but you don't mind. After all, you're just as obsessed with them as they are with you.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

He rolls over, caging your body beneath his, undeterred by the tumble and you're reminded of just how big he is. He isn't the gangly teen you remember pushing around anymore, but a grown man. It's difficult to reconcile that dorky teen with the pile of muscle he's become. Jeez, when did he bulk up so much? And as you clutch uselessly at his bulging biceps to shove him off you, you can't help but feel him up a little longer than necessary.

Kyojuro's warm weight atop you is all-consuming, sapping the strength from your limbs his body heat melts into yours. Still, you twist in his hold, ignoring the fluttering in your chest to capture him in a headlock. He knocks your arms out of the way, hands sliding beneath you to grip your shoulders, and one of his muscled thighs hooking beneath yours to prevent you from kicking.

You huff, unable to do much but squirm. And squirm you do, never one to give up. 

He loves your fire almost as much as he loves the way you pout when you lose. Before he can gloat, your hips shift over his groin at just the right angle. Kyojuro's bulge is almost perfectly lodged between your thighs, the warmth between them radiating through your clothing. His breath hitches, muscles tensing in response before a violent shudder overtakes him. 

Though he fights to regain control of himself, his cock throbs in his pants, and Buddha he hopes you can't feel him getting hard. You'd tease him endlessly for it, he's sure of it.

Get a hold of yourself, Kyojuro. His eyes pinch shut, cheeks ruddy with warm blood as he feels his body fill with fire. When his golden eyes re-open, he's met with an expression on your face that nearly makes him moan aloud. 

Your brows are twisted in concentration, perhaps to hide how flustered you are by his proximity. Your lips parted slightly, chest heaving from the exertion of your scuffle. Buddha forgive him, his body moves without thought, hips rutting against yours. His swelling erection drags deliciously over your clothed cunt, eliciting a deep rumbling groan that vibrates his whole chest.

Your nails prick into his back, leaving behind red crescent moons on his skin and fuck that feels good too.

Kyojuro murmurs a slurred apology, dipping his head down as his shame paints his cheeks red. Even as he apologizes his hips won't stop, and the feeling of his warm breath on your throat makes you shiver. The shock of the realization that your best friend is humping you leaves you gaping stupidly, and for some reason, you don't tell him to stop. 

You don't punch his shoulder and laugh it off, only stare with widening pupils as the blond all but ruts his hardness against you like an overeager puppy. Why is this so hot? Wrong in many ways obviously, but it’s intoxicating nonetheless to see him unraveling this way. And God, his cock, even through his joggers you can feel how thick he is.

“Kyo,” you began, a protest on the tip of your tongue but your breath hitches as his lips meet the tender flesh of your neck. "K-kyojuro, what are you doing...”

“I can't stop. I'm sorry, I unnnh,” Kyojuro nearly whines, his hand sliding down from your shoulder to grip your hip as his enthusiastic thrusts start to shove you across the floor. "You feel so good.”

“Don't say things like that, idiot,” you hiss, though even as you scold him, you can feel yourself getting slick. His leaking tip nudges your clit just right and you can't stop the soft sound of approval from escaping, nor your legs from locking around his bucking hips. "Fuck, don't stop.”

His cock twitches, aching against your pussy as your perceived acceptance of his desperate act sends him into a frenzy. His weight presses further onto yours, trapping you between his heavy body and the floor. When you toss your head back, his forearm cushions it.

“Love you. Love you – ohh.”

This isn't how he wanted this to go, how he's always imagined himself confessing his feelings for you. But he can't deny either of you this maddening friction, every single rational thought stolen away by your gasping moans.

“Can feel how big you are. Shit, c’mere.”

Your fingers wind in his flaxen hair, gathering it in your fist close to his scalp and tugging his head away from your neck to slant your lips over his. Your clumsy kiss is electric, all he’s ever imagined it would be and not enough all at once, and his hips stutter against yours. He shakes all over, eyes rolling back with a choked cry into your mouth as he abruptly cums in his pants.

“Sorry, I’m… fuuuck,” he whimpers against your lips, the feeling of your tongue slipping past his parted lips forcing another spurt out of him. “Ah. Hmm, wow.”

His half-lidded, apologetic gaze meets yours, a bead of sweat dripping down his hairline.

“What the fuck,” you start, half-chuckling half in disbelief of what just happened. His face burns with the humiliation of not only humping his best friend like some pervert but also blowing his load from you kissing him, like a loser. Before he can apologize again, he takes in your dilated pupils and the way your hips still undulate beneath his heavy weight. “That was so hot.”

In his post-orgasmic haze, he can only groan in response, pressing his face into your shoulder.

“And pathetic,” you teased, and for some reason his softening cock twitches. And of course you notice, because he’s still slotted against your cunt, which is no doubt a sloppy mess of your own slick beneath your clothes. You hadn’t cum, but you hardly care, still on cloud nine from simply watching your favorite person unravel.

“So cruel,” he huffs, nipping at your shoulder in retaliation. 

“You like it. A bit too much apparently– yeowch!” another, harder bite follows, and you erupt in giggles as his thick digits dig into your sides, tickling you. “Touchy. Now are you gonna get up and let me fuck you properly, or are you too tuckered out, pretty boy?”

The way he scrambles off of you and starts pulling at his clothes is way too cute.

the two of you had spoken about bondage before, yet had never really been inclined to try it. all day you had been waiting to show sanemi the new surprise you had gotten, and you practically dragged him to the bedroom as the sun set. your hands were tangled in his hair as both of your tongues battled for dominance, hips grinding against eachother as you both stumbled towards the bed.

Sanemi gasped as his back hit the mattress, cheeks flushed as he looked up at you with wide eyes. his shirt had long since been discarded in your heated makeout session, and he looked delectable sprawled out on your bed. you straddle him, grinding down on his semi-hard cock as you brandish your new toy.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" he spat, eyeing the red rope in your hands carefully. you giggle, pinning his hands above his head and carefully circling his wrists with the thick red rope. sanemi squirms, jolting when you tighten the makeshift cuffs around his hands.

"just relax nemi, i promise it'll make you feel good," you coo, tracing circles on his chest. "if it gets too uncomfortable, just use your safeword, okay?" sanemi nods, yet shifts around defiantly as you finish tying him down, attaching the rope to the headboard. you make eye contact with him, grinning as he glares at you. you settle yourself on his lap, grinding down slowly and deliberately as you feel his cock twitch below you.

you lean down, capturing his lips in a messy kiss. one of your hands moves to grab his neck, roughly holding him in place as your tongues swirl against eachother. sanemi moans into the kiss, hips rocking upwards as you move your other hand to his chest. you grab his nipple, squeezing the sensitive nub harshly, making him gasp and shudder. his arms twist in the binding above his head but the ropes don't budge, and you slowly began to kiss down his jawline. you press sloppy kisses down his jaw and to his throat, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin. sanemi groans below you, gasping when you suck a deep hickey just below his ear, making his adams apple bob against your palm and his jaw clench.

"shit- can you fucking hurry up?" sanemi hisses, breath coming in short gasps as you pressed a kiss over the fresh mark on his skin. "no, i don't think i will," you whisper in his ear, grabbing his nipple and twisting it roughly. sanemi lets out a pathetic moan, keening as his wrists strain above him. the hand on his neck moved down to his other nipple as you palm his chest, roughly kneading the mounds and pushing down on his sensitive buds. sanemi gasps again, throwing his head back as you begin to mark his neck some more. a wet spot begins to form in his pants as precum weeps from his tip, the stimulation already making his orgasm approach.

you bite down on the skin above his collar bone as he squirms beneath you, hips jolting sporadically as you continue your assault on his neck and chest. his unfiltered moans alert you to his approaching clinax, and you freeze. suddenly you stop, pulling away and climbing off of him. sanemi groans as your warmth disappears, the coil in his abdomen fading as his hips rise off the bed, still chasing release. you hastily shed your own clothes and remove his pants and undergarments as sanemi pants beneath you. every time your hands brush his skin he feels as though electricity jolts through his entire body, and the way your eyes study every line of his figure makes his cock twitch.

you grab some lube from your nightstand, smearing a generous amount on your fingers and positioning yourself below him. you spread his legs, his dick resting against his abdomen as you gently fondle the soft plush of his ass. sanemi hisses as your fingers prod his rim, and you look up at him for approval. he nods slowly, and you begin to pump your finger inside him, stretching him out. sanemi let out a soft groan at the intrusion, throwing his head back and cursing loudly as you add in a second finger.

"fuuc-ngh-" sanemi let out a choked moan, thighs spreading subconsciously as his hips jerked towards your hand. you slowly added in a third finger, stretching out his gummy walls until he was gasping below you, the ropes around his wrists leaving harsh marks on his skin. you continue fucking him on your fingers, watching as his composure slowly bgean to unravel. sanemi's hair was a tousled mess, cheeks flushed a deep scarlet as he panted and whined with every movement you made inside him. the pads of your fingers prodded a place that had him seeing stars, and he let out a wanton moan as he felt his orgasm begin to build.

he strained at the bonds holding him down as you pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, licking his shaft slowly as you continued pumping your fingers. the coil in his abdomen began to tighten as his release built to a devastating peak, his eyes squeezing shut as he opened his mouth in a silent scream. his release coated his stomach and thighs as he cane down from his high, and you slowly removed your fingers. you were growing painfully hard simply by watching his pleasure, and you settled yourself on top of him. sanemi looked up at you through thick white lashes, eyes glossy with pleasure.

"don't you dare stop now," he grows, the desperation evident in his voice. he was already hard again and you smirk, snaking one hand down to pump yourself a few times before aligning yourself with his hole.

"don't hold back," he whispered breathlessly, his eyes glittering with lust. you could only nod as you rubbed yourself against his ass, rocking against him before bottoming out inside him. sanemi let out an exquisite moan, gasping as you slipped in so easily.

"fuck-" you gasp, hands snapping to his waist as you start off at a brutal pace. carnal desire replaces any restraint you had before and sanemi lets out a sob of pleasure, hands clawing at the pillows above his head as he struggles against the rope holding him.

"can i- can i move your legs up?" you ask, and all sanemi can do is nod in reply. you chuckle at his eagerness, lifting his thighs and throwing both legs over your shoulder so you have him in a mating press. the new position allows you to go even deeper and sanemi wails in pleasure, tears brimming on his lashline as your cock abuses his prostate. his cock is slapping against his stomach with every thrust as he pants, eyes rolling back into his head as you keep up the brutal pace. you can feel your own orgasm growing too, and you wrap your hand around his neglected cock. you lean down to kiss his neck and collarbone, pumping him alongside your thrusts.

"cum for me baby," you whisper in his ear, and sanemi lets out a final pornographic moan as his whole body tenses in pleasure. he sobs, cum spurting from his tip and soiling the both of you as he clenches tightly around you. your own high washes over you and you thrust a few more times, prolonging both of your orgasms until your gasping. you collapse beside him, reaching up to quickly untie his wrists. sanemi grumbles, nuzzling into the crook of your neck once freed.

"you okay baby?" you ask, gently pressing kisses to each of his wrists. there are rope burns on his skin, and he looks exhausted.

"mhm, 'm fine" he mumbles, curling again you as you gently brush the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. you chuckle as his nose crinkles in response, and you cup his face with your hands and press a kiss to his lip. sanemi mumbles something, turning away in embarrassment as you look at him inquisitively.

"what was that, baby?"

"shut the fuck up asshole."

"i love you too Nemi~"

kokushibō — michikatsu tsugikuni “Surely a demon can take more than this, especially the second strongest one. Right?”

cw: power play, asphyxiation (g.), degradation (g.), sadism, oral (r.), slapping (g.), mouth fucking (g.), praise (g.), breeding (g.)

Nobody would believe you if you said that the upper moon one is a whore. But it was alright, such a sight was meant for your eyes alone. Kokushibo was on his knees as he held your waist to support himself while he worked his mouth on your cock. You’d occasionally shoot him unimpressed glances, urging him to be better at what he’s doing. He was certainly not that good at giving head but there is room for improvement. His tongue worked sloppily up your shaft as his fingertips started to painfully dip in your hips.

“Tsk— do I have to do everything by myself?” You tutted, giving him your full attention now. Kokushibo felt a shiver run down his spine because of your voice, excited for what’s about to come.

“Suck properly, slut.” You said with a dismissive glance. He took your dick deeper, it was hitting the back of his throat. He moaned at the slight burn of his throat as his warm mouth moved faster. Groaning at the pleasure, your hands went to grip his hair to keep yourself steady, tugging on it in the process. Kokushibo was breathing raggedly and went to pull away for a breather. Before he could, you gripped his hair and started to fuck his mouth, starting out slow. It felt so good. The desire had spread throughout your lower half, wanting to snap into two. Fastening your pace, you couldn’t be bothered more about letting Kokushibo breathe. He can take everything you give him, he’s your greedy whore after all.

“Some strong demon you are.” You jabbed lightly while letting out a few moans. Kokushibo let his arousal get to him as he shamelessly fingered his hole to prep for you. He kept moaning around your dick, sending up vibrations which made you pull his hair. You maintained eye contact with him for a few moments, “Does it turn you on? To be used as some toy by—hah— a mere human, hm?” You weren’t expecting a response but he nodded. It almost made you laugh, “You’re so desperate.”

Your dick was throbbing in his mouth. It was so big and your continuous thrusts made Kokushibo’s jaw ache. But he didn’t mind that, he rather found it erotic. He wanted you to use him like a common whore, only made for your pleasure. The power trip between you two was overwhelming for him, making his untouched cock jolt at the new feeling.

You were getting close, he could tell. With the way your eyes clouded over with lust, Kokushibo wanted you to fuck him into exhaustion. He needed you badly. A final groan left your lips as you came down his throat and Kokushibo swallowed at whatever few drops of cum landed on his tongue.

After a few minutes of catching your breath and letting Kokushibo have a break, you brought him to your bed. “Ass up f’me, slut.” He immediately flipped over and spread his ass for you. You chuckled darkly. Wasn’t he supposed to be a prim-proper demon? Oh well, you can hold that against him some other time.

You watched as his hole fluttered, waiting to be filled with your cock. His face was buried in the pillow, probably ashamed about this position. Him hiding his face simply won’t work, would it? Gripping the back of his neck, you forced him to turn the side of his face. It was flushed dark red, seeping down till his chest. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” You say as you bring your hand to line your dick with his entrance, dismissing his whine at your statement. You entered him slowly, letting him feel all of your cock. Kokushibou managed to poorly bite back a moan.

His hole took your cock greedily making you gasp slightly. He was hot and tight and you wanted more of it. You shoved the remaining inches of your cock into him mercilessly and started off with rough thrusts.

Your other hand that gripped his neck now went to his mouth, two fingers prying it open and he obediently sucked. He let out pathetic moans and you grinned, seeing him so far gone in pleasure was a sight to behold. “You’re pretty when I fuck you, Michikatsu.” Maybe you shouldn’t have said his name because he cried out loud, already reaching his limit.

“Say please and I might let you cum, Michikatsu.” You say. Whatever sound reasoning was holding back Kokushibo, in that moment it all disappeared. He let out a stream of pleas, wanting you to give into his wishes. “Please let me—ah— cum! I’ll do anything, please!” His voice broke, it was quite amusing watching him beg. “Fuck—please!” His voice heightened by a few pitches and you laughed. “How badly does my slut wanna cum?” You teased, increasing your pace. You’d punish him if he cums without your permission, Kokushibo knows that, but you make it so difficult for him to hold back.

“Please! Ah— I w’nna cum badly.” He was slurring his words, mind going blank while he held onto the last string which kept him from cumming. Giving into his begging, you wrapped a hand around his cock, jerking him off. “Go on, lemme know who’s making Michikatsu feel this good.”

Kokushibo nearly screamed your name when he came undone, his hole clenching tightly on your cock making you moan. Your hand was messy with his cum as Kokushibo panted at his orgasm. You wanted to ruin him further. You picked up your rough pace, chasing after your own orgasm. “W-Wait—ah— please! I just came!” He cried, his body growing oversensitive. But that’s what you liked the best about him. “Surely a demon can take more than this, especially the second strongest one. Right?” You taunted.

You brought your dirty hand up to his mouth. “Clean your mess, Michikatsu.” He followed through and licked your hand, tasting his own bitter cum. But he’d do anything to you happy. He watched your stressed expression, then saw your cock going in and out of his hole. The obscene view was enough to bring him close to cumming again.

The irregularity in your thrusts pointed out that you were going to cum any given time. Kokushibo’s thighs were shaking with the immense pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head. You slapped his ass cheeks a couple of times to elicit a response from him. He moaned at every slap, feeling his cock leaking globs of precum. “Oh fuck— ’m gon’ cum in your pretty hole. Gonna breed you till you know you’re mine, whore.” You groaned and came in him with a last thrust. Feeling your warm cum shooting inside of him, even Kokushibo came untouched, mumbling ‘I’m yours,’ over and over again.

"Suck daddy off, baby." Muzan licked his lips slowly, his finger reaching to hook on the waistband of my pants, pulling it down along my underwear. He held the base, his index and thumb reaching up to pull down the skin covering the head, and he swirled his tongue around it, stroking me slowly with his hand.

His free hand was stroking my balls, his lips wrapping around the tip and going down, fitting what he could inside his mouth. He sucked me off greedily, like he was desperate for my cum, as if he needed it like oxygen, it made me feel on edge almost instantly, his hot and skilled tongue stroking the pulsating vein that popped from the base to the tip, his hand still jerking off what he couldn't fit.

He stopped his other hand, and I knew he was touching himself, the vibration of his moans hitting my cock were making me lose my mind. I place both of my hands on his hair, moving it away from his face and we made eye contact.

His eyes were filled with pure, raw lust and desire, he wanted everything right now, and I was going to give it to him.

I held his head still and started to fuck his mouth, making him move both of his hands against my thighs, pressing on them as he tried to slow down my thrusting, but I knew how much he loves it when I fuck his mouth, reaching the back of his throat with my hard cock. He gagged a few times at first, before his whimpers started to send vibrations down my dick again, and I was already about to cum.

Deep grunts were leaving my lips, and my cock was twitching in his mouth, and he knew I was close, so he kept moaning more and more, making me clench my jaw as I felt my cum shoot down his throat.

When I pulled back, Muzan looked down, his breathing uneven and shallow, but he soon stared up at me, tears stained his face mixing with a thin layer of sweat, cum dripping slowly down the corner of his mouth while the same liquid was falling drop by drop on the couch.

Muzan swallowed my cum and moaned, fully undoing his yukata, but I prevented him from taking it off.

"Leave it on..." I muttered against his ear, stroking his hair gently. "Get on fours, now." His body trembled and he very slowly turned around on the sofa, placing his knees on the edge and his hand on the backrest.

I moved his yukata aside, letting me see his naked body in full display, if he was wearing underwear before, he already took it off... quite convenient.

I held his hips with one hand as I aligned my cock with the other, poking and rubbing his entrance, Muzan gasped as I started to push inside, probably because of the slight pain, but he's a demon, he modifies his body to take me in easier. And that's what he did.

He made his insides looser until I was fully in then he tightened himself, making me growl in pleasure.

"Fuck, baby... you feel so good around daddy." Muzan started to thrust his hips back against mine, making me smirk, "I see someone's quite eager, eh? You better handle this, slut." I said next to his ear, my chest pressing against his back.

My hips snapped back and forth as I held his hips still, ramming his insides over and over again, reaching deeper and deeper with each thrust. Muzan moaned out my name, and the sound of our skins slapping together echoed in the room.

He tightened around me every time I pulled back, as if he didn't want me to come out, and that was making me feel close once more. My cock was still sensitive from the previous orgasm so I knew I wouldn't last long, but two can play at that game.

I pushed my entire length inside of Muzan and stayed still, he let out a long, loud cry as his body shook, and I caught a glance of the fresh stain of cum on the sofa seat. I reached out my hand, and tangled my finger on his long black locks, pulling his hair back hard, making him arch his back.

I held his still hard cock and I started rubbing it at a fast pace, making Muzan tremble and whimper, his hands gripping the backrest of the sofa. My face got closer to his neck, inhaling the scent of his blood and feeling the hot burning feeling of lust circle through my veins, I couldn't resist and pierced his pale flesh with my fangs, making Muzan flinch from the pain before he melted in my arms from the pleasure. I took small gulps of his blood, feeling the power flooding in my body and I pulled his hair again, turning his head to look at me.

"You're such a dirty slut, baby, the prettiest little slut..." he whimpered as his hips trembled when I prevented him from cumming by pressing my thumb on his slit, "I want you to say it, who's dirty slut are you...?"

When he didn't say anything, I moved my hips back a bit, before slamming back inside, a high-pitched moan left his mouth, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his mouth hanging open, mumbled words stuck in his throat.

"Da-daddy's... I'm daddy's little... slut, I'm his... for the rest of eternity," I bit my lip and let go of his leaking, twitching cock, thrusting back at a rapid pace, feeling my own orgasm approaching quickly. "I'm a... a slut f-for da-daddy's fat cock... fuck yes~, mo-moreee~!"

His pleading didn't fall on deaf ears, and I rammed his hole over and over again, keeping his head pulled back as I bit his shoulder, staring at the bulge my cock made inside his stomach. Muzan moaned and cried out unstoppably, mumbling and slurring my name while he begged for more, tears falling down his red cheeks, completely out of his mind from the pleasure.

My thrust eventually grew sloppy, but by then Muzan had cum two times more and probably couldn't cum anymore, he was barely awake at this point, so to make things easier and quicker, I changed my body, making my cock slightly thicker so his walls would clench around me even more, and that made him scream. I kept thrusting a few more times, until I eventually came while Muzan weakly came one last time, falling limp in my arms.

His dark brows knit, eyes clenching shut, and a half-sob weasels out of his kiss-bruised lips. "Ohh, please no. Master- ah! ahh!"

"Endure it a little longer, pup. Don't squirm," You croon in a falsely compassionate tone, and he nods even as his thighs snap shut.

"Sorry, 'm sorry! sorry, so s-sorry," he apologizes, gasping as you pry them back open. Your hand is merciless, nearly rubbing his cock raw despite how the slick squelching from his spend. It's a maddening, relentless pleasure and pain that makes his mind melt.

"Fuck," he rasps, a large hand clamping around your wrist only to be slapped away with a tsk. "Hurts," Kyojuro sniffles, eyes glittery with unshed tears that make your lips part and your pupils expand.

A sadistic thrill stokes the fire in your belly, your mouth watering at the pitiful display. A part of you wants to be merciful, and baby him, but another can't help but want to be firm and mean. He hardly deserves it, you know he can't help it, but you don't care.

"Move again, and I'll have to punish you, puppy," you warned, your voice nearly a purr, and his stomach twists at the thought of being 'bad.' He wants to be good— no, he needs to be good and receive praise for a job well done, but fuck it hurts to be touched. His traitorous body squirms, when your fingers tighten around his dick.

You sigh, delivering a sharp slap to his cock, making him cry out and his whole body jerk. He parts his thighs wider in an attempt to appease you.