Suguru.. I Am WEAK

a good morning

(uncensored +2pages on patr, if anyone wants to see )

karaoke session

SAY YES 2 HEAVEN

a/n: continuation of this. ARRRGHHH also i swear i couldve written this better i kinda hate this lol / tagging @jabamin @shotorus @hyomagiri @crysugu @valberry @lov3rbody ✩

wc: 4.1k (got carried away again ! lord help me)

warnings: dad!gojo, fem!reader, he is enamoured with you, dom!gojo, calls you ‘mama’, also like slight daddy kink, sex while pregnant, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, implied f! masturbation, oral / cunnilingus, fingering, clit stimulation, praise, pet names, spitting, mating press, multiple rounds, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

✩ dilf!gojo . . .

. . . who, when you were pregnant, could never get enough of your glow. sure, you’d look tired and worn out half the time but gojo thought you never looked better cradling your belly whilst you took your afternoon nap, or when you’d do some light chores around the house (you won over gojo trying to stop you). not to mention, your breasts were fuller and heavier with milk, soaking through your slip dresses often that he’s had to hide his hard-on more and more.

. . . who, on more than one occasion has had your tits caged within his hand: watching television, in naps, sex, he was unbelievably obsessed with the way the fabric around your nipples would leak and darken in colour. all he wanted was to knead them as he eats up your delicious moans, sucking hickies into your throat and holding your baby bump with his other hand. and then when satoru first peels the dress off of you, he whimpers, admiring the way your tits lactate and leak milk from its tip.

“s—satoru—” you’re sat sideways on his lap like the sweet girl you are and the first contact of his tongue around your nipple makes you let out a long moan. the sensitivity is all too much for you together with the heaviness of your belly and your hormones spiking and your husband simply smiles into your skin. he slurps at the liquid that drips from your tits, groaning into your breasts and the vibrations makes you clench your thighs together. it doesn’t go unnoticed by him when he’s got his hand between them, playing lazily with your clit and he presses a little harshly into your bundle of nerves and it draws such a beautiful cry and a spurt of your milk from your nipples right into his mouth. satoru cleans up well, noises similar to when he’d eat you out, “mmh… such perfect tits, mama, leaking so much milk just f’r me.” ✩

. . . whose hands look more rugged than he was young, fingertips a certain roughness to it from the boxes of the furniture of the nursery he’s carried to the training he still partakes in for young sorcerers. but they look especially pretty when he cuts up strawberries and bananas for your pancakes and later on, a teacup that barely makes its appearance in his hand from just how large he was in comparison to your baby girl’s tea set. your eyes also like to trail his hands as they skillfully weave your girl’s hair in a braid, hypnotised in which he uses his teeth to drag the hair tie to his fingers. satoru has a different opinion — he likes to see it on your belly when he wants to feel the baby kick and on your plush thighs when he’s teasing you, so close yet so far to your uncomfortable cunt.

. . . who uses your badly shaven job against you when his lips graze along your still full breasts and down to your torso. you can feel him drag the stubble against your inner thighs and it’s like he’s relishing in the way you squirm and thrash around on the bed, but the gojo below you is the culmination of multiple years of missions and caring for a baby girl. he looks so damn stunning between your legs as he usually does, except his features are more wrinkly and lenient and gentle, white strands turning just a little silver — it may just be the trick of the light.

but the way he eats you out has never changed — he’s already gone past making you beg for it. a hand on your inner thighs, caressing the skin and letting him do his damage, but it’s usually not long that gojo needs to hear you. “i heard you like this?” he laughs as he uses his teeth to pull at your underwear as he lifts your hips like you weigh nothing and his eyes are fixated on the way you’re leaking so much that there’s a string of arousal that connects your panties to your pussy. “’toru . .” you’re whining, grasping at nothing ’cause your belly was just too big. he finds your hand easily and twines your fingers. “yeah, angel?” with your legs propped up, he can appreciate the glory of your soaking pussy, and he thinks your tummy just looks divine, carrying a whole new life within it and still looking beautiful as ever. you preen when his mouth licks a stripe up your cunt and you can practically feel the stubble along your pussy lips. “mmh— was made to eat your pussy out, mama.” it’s no different from before. gojo eats you out with his skillful tongue, lapping at your folds and clit messily. you’re squeezing his hands at the intense sensations and he squeezes right back, other hand slowly drawing circles around your clenching, needy hole.

“look at ‘er,” gojo moans softly in awe as his finger parts your folds and he eases it in, your cunt automatically clamping down. you were right — they did feel rougher, bigger — it’s like you can feel the pads of his fingers and the lines on his digits. “so damn wettt . .” gradually he adds another and starts pumping them, moaning alongside you as your filthy husband nuzzles the bottom of his face into your sex and the prickle of his facial hair is so prominent — you just have to grind your hips onto his face. “careful of the baby, darling.” he lightly warns, fairly muffled, but he lets his little wife continue whatever she’s doing. “’toru, ’toru— needa c-cum . .” you’re whimpering, looking like a greek goddess as you’re dripping, dripping, all over satoru’s chin. “yeah? give it to daddy, baby, c’mon.” he moans into your clit, slurping up your juices mercilessly as his fingers reach so deep in you. “that’s right, that’s my girl— oooh fuckk . . . so much cum for me—” you’re cumming with a loud cry, plump thighs squeezing his head and he only presses his tongue deeper into your core as flood his tongue with your juices. he smacks his lips together and shoots you a smirk, “what a sweet thing my lil wife is — sweetest pussy too.” ✩

. . . who has to fuck you at least once while you’re pregnant, but he hadn’t imagined he would get so addicted to the look of your body rocking back and forth, so limp and pliant for him, especially with how he could easily do anything to you with how strong he was and yet you’re surrending everything up to him. satoru who has you in all sorts of positions where he can look at your supple breasts bounce as you cradle the baby in anxiety with one arm and the other is lining his back in red. and he hadn’t expected you’d be so horny too.

. . . whose dick you just can’t get enough of, pouncing on him once he’s gotten home from missions all sweaty and out of breath and your heart gets caught in your throat. guiding your hand to your little cunt when you wake in the morning to his toned chest and the look of soon-to-be-father looking so good on him. sending him little voice notes as you go on appointments by yourself (gojo hates himself for having a mission clash), but the contrast of your husband’s tear-filled apology before your needy audios is a stark contrast, fingers rubbing at your clit in the hospital toilet, unsatisfied. high-pitched whines whenever his cock would kiss your cervix juuust right and moaning how you want his cum in you, again

your husband throws his head back when he first sinks into you, but not before he slaps his cock along your folds, already soaking the sheets from the four times he’s made you cum. “f—fuck, so warm in here, baby.” gojo presses your hands to his lips and lays multiple kisses along it, even licking at your fingers and keeping his eyes locked on you while plunging them into your mouth. the gesture is sensual, hips rocking into you while his tongue glides over your fingers; he brings it to your clit after, helping you and satoru hopes he wouldn’t cum too early. especially when your hair is all splayed out with that glow along your cheeks. the position accentuate the curves of your body and your swelling stomach, and fuck, if he could paint, the image of your anatomy would be burned into his brain. “s’full, daddy.” he simply caresses your sore belly, “yeah? is it now?” he’s buried all the way to the hilt and the deepness sends a chill up your spine, “takin’ me like the good girl you are.”

“satoru, satoru, mmhhfuck,” your hands are holding into his forearms so tightly as he rocks into you, legs wrapped around his waist to trap him with your pussy and you truly wish your baby bump would be bigger so you didn’t have to look at your husband’s fucked out face and sweaty locks, grunts leaving his mouth as he continues to fuck into you with firm, solid thrusts. “w-what is it, sweeth— s-shit, this pussy’s too fuckin’ good.” you mewl at the words, staring up at him through hooded lids and a lax jaw. “tell me what— fuucck— you want, baby,” your words are beyond comprehensible, so you only can moan louder and babble over and over again, “cum— wan’ your cum, wan’ your cum, ’toru!” and gojo has a full blown aneurysm at the way you beg even when you were already knocked up. gojo’s breath and hips stutter at the way you hold onto his arm and plead, cumming straight into the warmth of your cunt with a loud groan. “don’t know how much i love your cunt, sweets.” ✩

. . . who, once you give birth to your baby girl, has never stopped thirsting over you, but he’s a little more considerate in letting your body rest. most of the time he’s pleasuring you just as you were with your baby bump, always the quickest to stand up and run to the nursery when he’d hear the baby’s cries or pass off him being between your legs as just wrestling as your darling girl gets another terrible nightmare. satoru has put you first, always, but lately the chivalrous acts that he’s been doing is landing you in a position of a dilemma — between decorum of a mother and the filthiness of a wife whose husband is just too hot.

. . . who stands out to you more with his new found love for tight black shirts and low riding sweatpants, always prancing around the penthouse with it glued to his body and accentuates just the best parts of his body. you weren’t sure if it was the post pregnancy hormones doing its job or whatever, but there are many times where you can see yourself staring a little too much: on movie nights when he manspreads and adjust his hips, one hand tucked behind the sofa and you can see the muscles in his arm moving. all gojo asks is “take a picture. it’ll last longer, baby,” and you just roll your eyes, but not before one more glance to his inviting lap. when it’s the morning and you’re already up tending to the baby, bouncing her around and breastfeeding her before your head snaps to the low, raspy greeting and you’re blessed with satoru and his arm up on the doorframe, watching you. he’s yawning and scratching at his torso while the sweatpants ride low, showing a peek of his v-line and happy trail. he’s giving you the sweetest, yet somehow sexiest smile as he saunters up to you, surrounded by his toned body and strong arms.

. . . who knows what he’s doing when he sees your distracted stares to the point your baby girl has to drag your hand full of food to her mouth; or in times of sleepiness in the dawn where all he wears are boxers and he has the gift of hearing your not so quiet gasp when you see him emerge from the bathroom after his morning skincare. what really seals the deal though, is the day you had a reunion with the students of jujutsu high, a nice little picnic out near tokiwa bridge and gojo just had to show his girls off — what was meant to be a wholesome day turned into thoughts of your husband’s physique as he challenges nanami to a “carry-off”, the still stoic sorcerer not even bothering to participate as gojo swoops you both into his arms. your daughter on his right and you on his left, and you’re scrambling to grab his shoulder. it sinks into you like an anchor: just how fit he was, the lines of his tense arm, the cheeky wink he sends to you while you’re up there. you only hope he can’t feel your pussy throb from that.

“you alright, darling?” your baby’s asleep comfortably on your chest, and your eyes can only burn holes into the hand that’s resting on your thigh, swallowing before facing your husband who only seemed to get hotter the more he ages. when you turn to him he’s already looking at you, a lopsided smile on his face before he breaks eye contact and steps on the gas when the traffic light turns green, letting out a loaded exhale when you grab his hand and twine your fingers.

that two person carry has been etched onto your mind long after you’ve reached the penthouse along with everything that’s been going on, but you’re interrupted when satoru squeezes your hand, pulling you into his embrace while keeping your darling girl asleep. he’s skilled at that, as he is with his lips, pressing a deep kiss to your mouth. you can feel your stomach turn with anticipation, tasting his gloss as he whispers “should we order takeout tonight?”

you hum, “i can cook, ’toru.”

his hands feel hot on your waist, “rest today, baby. we did spend a whole day in the hot sun,” they draw circles on your lower back, “plus, we have that event tomorrow, don’t wanna tire you out.”

“the event’s at night you goof,” you laugh, a slow hand stroking your daughter’s hair. stark white and striking as always.

“still.” he grins and winks like there’s some ulterior motive, leaning in to kiss you again before your girl rouses and yawns.

“good morning, my love.” satoru coos as she finds her bearings, looking around in confusion and only being able to focus on her father’s hand on her hair.

“na-na-min?” the awkward plea in her voice would drive gojo to burn the world down, to call nanami right now to meet up again, but he knows all that would only warrant annoyance. he could call yuji, but he did mention something about having dinner with his partner tonight.

gojo feels bad to be breaking her heart like this, “no, darling, ’m sorry.” his heart breaks even more when she breaks into a slight cry and he attempts to quell her sobs by baby-talking her.

“c’mon, why don’t you let papa carry you, and mama can head off to take care of herself, hm?” he suggests with a big grin, mood changing instantly as he plucks her out of your arms, again emphasising his strong arms when they hold her on one side and curl another around you. “go clean up first. i’ll settle dinner for her.”

but the shower seemed to be a bad idea at the time, emerging from the steamy bathroom to see your husband with his shirt off and the baby already all cleaned up and fed. she was swaddled in her most comfortable blanket, the fabric of it peeping out from the side as your eyes focus on the rippling muscles of gojo’s back. he bounces the baby gently as he burps her, muttering little praises and sounds.

“oh, baby—” he catches sight of you in the doorway in a towel and he only smiles, not knowing how you were trying to digest just how broad his shoulders were and how small his waist was. had he always been so fine?

“heard about skin to skin contact with your baby,” he whispers, “says it increases our bond.”

and if you could, you’d drag him back to the chapel all over again to renew your vows, because you didn’t expect him to be such a sap. you also didn’t expect him to read you so well. the baby’s asleep and it’s well past midnight, masking yet another shaky sigh when your body sinks more into his side.

“satoru—”

“yeeess . .?” 

you stand up with vigour you didn’t think you have, plopping yourself down onto his lap and all he does is smile slyly. the way his bare body moves as he leans back is enough drive for you to shut him up.

“haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“oh? you have a crush on me?”

so infuriating as always. you roll your eyes and grind down on him, igniting such a familiar and archaic feeling that you haven’t felt in a long time: his bulge against you, the soft groan he lets out. he’s always been treating you time and time, and yet he puts his own needs on hold. a perfect husband like him waited only for you to initiate things, and yet you wonder why it took you so long. maybe it was the baby taking up most of your time, maybe it was him being on missions and coming home dead-beat tired.

maybe you knew you’d never turn back if you indulged yourself — pushing out a whole baby wasn’t exactly easy. but you’ve missed him. on you, in you.

“we’re married, you dumbass.”

“still in disbelief, my bad.” gojo laughs, “is there anything you wanna tell me?”

you sigh, pulling him to you so your foreheads would touch. you breathe onto his lips — “please take care of me.”

oh, gojo satoru did take care of you and more, burying his face between your legs and making you cum over and over. he made your voice hoarse and your thighs ache, juices soaking the sheets from just how wet you were.

“oh, you needed this, huh?”

“shut up.” gojo moans when you push him back onto your cunt, already having orgasmed thrice just from his tongue. he was skillful and he knew it, just as much as he knew just how tight you’d be when he smeared your cum all over your pussy and pushed past your folds. satoru whines at the tightness, at having missed your cunt wrapped around him for so long that he can tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.

“f—fuck . . so fuckin’ good, s’tight . .” you’re not that well off, either, thinking the shower was a waste of water as your sweaty stomach heaved in anticipation while he bottomed out. gojo cries out in a choked moan, “you feel so g—good, mama.”

“w-who’s needing it now?” you breathe out, fingers digging into his shoulders so harshly it hurt. you catch a glimpse of satoru’s smile and a shake of his head — you’d need to be carried tomorrow, for sure.

he pulls out and slams back in so accurately you let out a loud moan, insides turning to mush after so long. the feel of him filling you up is like none other, pussy gripping onto him like a vice. you can’t remember the last time you let him take you.

“so p-perfect for me—” gojo rasps out, looking at you drunkenly. the mother of his child, his wife, it weighs on him and he just thinks he needs to fuck you until you know how much joy you bring to his life. your body rocks as your lover fucks into you, hovering over your body and looking so ethereal. his hair falls into his eyes that you just have to pull him down, crashing your lips against his. the moans he lets out against your face is lovely and you can feel his cock twitch as your legs wrap around his waist.

“‘toru— shiiitt . .” your back arches off of the bed, body caving into satoru like second nature. he lets out babbles against your lips, room filled with the sounds of his balls slamming into your ass, coupled with your weeping pussy, coating his length with all that you can give to him. “so deep—”

“that’s ’cause you’re suckin’ me in, baby—” he laughs breathlessly, cutting off your answer with another kiss, feeling the brush of pelvic bone against your clit. it’s all you need to cum hard, still sensitive after so long and your pussy clenches around gojo’s shaft even tighter; it gets gojo whining into the kiss before he reaches his high too, spilling into you with wide eyes and stuttering hips. you moan at the sensation, eyes pleading your husband for more, more, more. 

“forgot how much i loved doing that, f-fuck—” gojo hums as he removes your legs from his waist, pushing you into a deep mating press and you squeal when you feel his cock barely hit your g-spot in this new position, “yeah? ya feel that?”

you nod mindlessly, hands now holding onto his forearms before his hips start moving again and you’re left to whining like a slut. your thighs dig into your chest as gojo folds your body in half, rutting into you messily. there’s so much cum, mixed in filthily as your words only descend into incoherence.

“yes, yes, yes!” are all you can manage as gojo grunts from above you: his stubble, his broad shoulders, his matured face, they all look beautiful in the cold night. he’s so focused on the way your cunt sucks him in, hips stammering when your hand comes into view to rub your clit. “give it all t’me, daddy.”

there’s a small growl that leaves his lips at that, pace reaching an animalistic one as he angles his hips. “open y’mouth.” 

satoru is driven crazy when you obey silently, and he has to push deeper into you to reach your mouth, making you falter and pull your brows together — you recover fast enough to catch the spit hanging from his mouth, dribbling slowly into your mouth even when gojo’s hips never stop their assault.

“attagirl,” he praises, smiling softly at the way your pussy twitched at that. he knows you’re close by the look in your eyes, grasping aimlessly at his shoulders. 

“gonna let me cum in you again? hm?” gojo’s thrusts are sloppy now, fuelled by the squelch of your drooling cunt, “gonna let daddy put another baby in you?”

you mewl at that, “wan’ that— want all of it—” intoxicated on his cock, they hit the deepest parts of you; you know and love the way his tip hits your sweet spot, you know and love the way the shaved pubes of his pelvis brush up against your clit so well.

“take it then—” gojo grunts, holding your legs up and meets your eyes and the simple call of his name has him shivering. he cums deep, shooting his load so white and hot in you that you’re moaning loudly at the feeling, hand on your clit increasing in pace before your fifth for the night, legs trembling in his grip and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. 

gojo thinks you’re god. “that’s it— shit, take all of my cum, mama.” you can barely see blue, rather seeing spots of white that fill your vision and you get dizzy and overstimulated, groaning finally when he removes his cock from you. so much cum spills out, pussy pushing it out and satoru bites his lips at the sight.

but you both know you’re far from done when gojo lies on his back, ulterior motive fulfilled when he sees you climb on top of him and drag your pussy along the base of his dick. with you like this, stretch marks and plumpier breasts, you still look as beautiful as you did before the baby, letting you interlock your fingers with his. 

your mouth falls open in a soft “satoru” as you sink down onto his still hard, leaking cock and he never wants to look at anyone else ever again, lest he misses even one second of witnessing a goddess like you at work.

gojo cannot resist sitting up to meet you halfway in a soft kiss (“thank you, ’toru. you always take care of me so well.”) and it gives him all the confirmation he needs when your hips first move and the moans and the lewd sounds of your cunt sound more heavenly than all the choirs in the world.

“it’s what you deserve, baby. only the best.”

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Synopsis: Satoru wasn't dumb. He saw the way you looked at his best friend. He picked up on the way you were always sure to laugh at his jokes, heard the name "Suguru" catch in your throat when it should have been "Satoru." And he saw the way Suguru coveted you, not even bothering to hide it. But, that was fine. Because Satoru thought of it too. Kinks: Cuckholding, Cum Play, Over stimulation,Double Penetration, and Dumbification

“There is no way I heard you correctly.” Suguru scoffed at Gojo’s suggestion.

“I think you did.” Gojo smirked as he looked at his best friend- confused and embarrassed, the tips of his ears turning bright red. He wondered if Geto blushed like that when he came.

“No, I don’t think I did.” Suguru doubled down, “I highly doubt you just asked me if I wanted to fuck your girlfriend.”

“So you did hear me.” Gojo smiled. Satoru wasn’t dumb. He saw the way you looked at Suguru, just like how he saw the way Suguru looked at you. He noticed how you laughed too hard at his jokes, and how Suguru always found convenient excuses to touch you. All of his suspicions were proven correct last night, when the wrong name slipped out of your mouth when he was in between your legs.

But, that was fine. Satoru would be lying if he said he didn’t think about it too.

He thought about it constantly.

“No, dude, I’m not going to do that.” Suguru scoffed, albeit reluctantly. His reluctance honestly surprised Gojo, he thought the man would jump at the opportunity to be in the sheets with you.

“What, why not?” Gojo demanded.

“Because,” Suguru sighed, trying to reregulate his heartbeat, “What if it makes things weird between us? What if you get jealous?” Aww, he was so cute!

“I promise Suguru, if anything, it’ll only make us closer.” Gojo winked.

“I don’t know.” Geto shook his head. He had thought about it, sure. Suguru fantasized about you almost every night since Gojo had started bringing you around. He thought about what you would taste like on his tongue and how you would feel on his cock. He imagined the sounds you would make and the way your face would scrunch. He fantasized about bending you over Gojos counter and showing you that you chose the wrong man more times than he could count. But, fantasizing about something and acting on it were two totally different things. 

“Well then, maybe this will convince you-” Gojo grinned as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

“Satoru-” Suguru warned.

“Chill man, she said I could show you.” Gojo assured his friend as he opened his camera roll, “We filmed it just for you anyway.” He handed the phone to Sugruu, letting him press play on his own. 

Suguru sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth as he watched the video. You looked up at the camera with tears in your eyelashes, sucking on his best friend's cock like your life depended on it. Suguru couldn’t help but imagine how you would feel around his own dick. Would you be able to take him all in? How much teeth would you use? Would you moan like a whore for him the way you did for your boyfriend? Fuck. 

“Okay, I’m sold.” Turns out Suguru wasn’t as attached to his morals as he thought he was, “When do we want to do this?”

“How does Halloween sound?” Satoru grinned

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You sat curled into your boyfriend's side watching Scream and trying to calm your nerves. You knew what was supposed to happen tonight, and honestly you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your Halloween evening. But you were still nervous, unsure how to bridge the gap. 

“Does it ever piss anyone else off how useless the parents are in this movie?” Gojo asked, “Like, “Oh, there's a serial killer going around specifically targeting kids from your school? Of course you can go to that giant party! That won’t be an easy target for the killer, it’s perfect.”” He mocked.

“Oh, I always just assumed they hated their kids.” Suguru shrugged, making you laugh. He smiled, your reaction only egging him on, “I mean, I would. There’s not a single person here that’s not insufferable, minus Syd.”

“Hey, Stu’s not that bad!” You giggled in defense of your favorite slasher.

“Yeah, Stu’s great! Ya know, as long as he’s not literally disemboweling you.” Suguru teased you with a laugh.

“I like Billy.” Gojo shrugged.

“You want to fuck Billy.” Suguru corrected.

“Who doesn’t want to fuck Billy?”

“Syd, apparently.”

“Eh, she comes around eventually.” Gojo said, waving his hand in the air. You laughed as you stood up.

“I’m going to grab a beer,” You announced, “I’ll be right back.” The boys both booed at your words.

“Have you learned nothing?!” Gojo scoffed.

“You’re gonna get stabbed now, look what you’ve done!” Suguru sighed. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“See, that logic only works if I’m not the killer.” You winked as you went to the kitchen. You grabbed your beer from the fridge and immediately opened it, drinking half right there. You cringed at the taste. Fucking IPAs. They all looked pretty and fun, and yet they all tasted like fucking boot sweat. You returned to the couch, and almost sat back down next to Satoru.

Until you remembered the point of the night. You put your drink on the coffee table, and sat down not just next to Suguru, but right in his lap. His eyes widened a bit in shock, but it was quickly replaced with a smug confidence as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Welcome back.” He smirked, pressing you into his chest. You looked over to Satoru, feeling his eyes burn into you. His expression would be unreadable, if not for the way he bit his lower lip. You winked back at him, before nuzzling into the crook of Sugurus neck. 

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How did you get here again? You tried to walk back in time. You remembered sitting on Sugurus lap, playing with his hair while he gripped your ass. You remember him trying to sneak a kiss on your neck, trying to hide the affection from your boyfriend. You remembered Satrou saw it anyway.

And somehow that led you here, naked and moaning helplessly as Sugurus tongue continued its assault on your clit, two of his fingers bullying your pussy as your boyfriend watched on with ravenous eyes. You groaned as Suguru curled his fingers into your g-spot again, building up the pressure in your stomach to an almost unbearable amount. You curled your fingers into his hair as you bucked your hips into him, greedy and desperate for your release. 

“Suguru…” You whine, and you hear the unmistakable sound of your boyfriend’s moan from the chair opposite the bed. You almost felt bad, forcing him to watch you be with another man. You almost felt wrong, being touched like this by his best friend, and enjoying it maybe just a little too much-

He curled his fingers into your soft spot again, that coupled with the sharp sucking on your clit, suddenly you weren't worried about ethics. Suddenly you were more focused on the wall of bliss that hit you as your climax overtook you, hitting you like a train and leaving your thighs trembling around Sugurus head as you desperately called out his name. 

He pulled back, wiping your slick off his face with a soft, satisfied smile. “You were right Satoru, she does taste like candy.” He chuckled darkly.

“I know.” Satoru rasped out, more affected by this than he expected to be. Torn between his need to push Suguru away from you and remind you who your boyfriend was- and his desperate desire to see how well you took his most trusted confidant's cock. You almost moaned, again as you took in Sugurus form, shirt long since discarded and hair an absolute mess. It was a vision that should be hanging in a fucking museum, and left you craving more of him.

“Yeah, did you know she was this much of a slut too?” He asked as he leaned over you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and leaving another trail of marks there.

“Had a hunch.” Satoru moaned, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood. Did he say Suguru could mark you? He didn’t think he did. 

“Suguru…” You moaned softly as you felt his teeth dig into the soft flesh of your neck.

“You sound so pretty when you say my name Doll,” He chuckled, lifting off of you and gesturing to his belt. You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hands moved faster than you thought possible as you worked to undo his pants. You felt almost pathetic with how needy you were. You hadn’t wanted cock this bad since…well.

Since the first time you were with Gojo.

“Aww, she's so eager to please,” Suguru cooed, fondly petting the back of your head as you freed him from his jeans, “Are you the one that trained her to be this cock hungry Satoru, or did she come like that?”

“Nope.” Satoru swallowed dryly, “That’s all me.” His cock was unfairly hard, and straining uncomfortably against his own jeans. He grinded his hand down on his tent, trying to relieve some tension. Suguru looked over at him and laughed. 

“Look at your boyfriend darling,” He hummed, taking your jaw and turning your head right as you got to his boxers, “He’s more fucked out than you and he hasn’t even touched himself yet.” 

“Satoru…” You mumbled softly. Gojo felt his chest tighten and his dick twitch. Fuck. 

“Feel good Baby girl?” He asked. You knew a loaded question when you heard one. And luckily, Suguru did too. He finished taking his pants off and pulled you into a heated kiss. Needy lustful, and far too passionate for what was essentially a glorified one night stand. Somewhere in the intoxicating sensation of his tongue dancing with yours, you started to get the idea that he was catching feelings too.

He abruptly pushed you back on the bed, angling your hips to line up with his. He grinned. “Such a pretty pussy, fitting for such a pretty girl,” He praised, “Gonna make you cum harder than your boyfriend ever could.”

“Good fucking luck,” Satoru hissed, almost subconsciously undoing his jeans, “That’s my girl Suguru. No one makes her feel as good as I do.”

“Is that so?” Suguru scoffed, running the thick tip of his cock against your slit and gathering the slick there, “Wanna bet?”

“Bet what?” Satoru’s eyes didn’t leave Suguru’s dick, his shoulders tensing with anticipation and annoyance as he waited for him to enter you. For his best friend to desecrate the temple that previously belonged only to him. 

“Your girl.” Suguru smirked as he pushed into you, watching the way your body seized as you took in a sharp breath. You called out his name, gripping down on him and sending a shiver rolling down his spine. Fuck fuck. He was never going to be able to go back to his hand after this. “If I win, we make this a regular thing.” he managed to force out.

“And if I win?” Satoru asked, finally giving into himself and releasing his dick. 

“Well if you win I won’t steal your girlfriend.” Suguru laughed as he set his pace. Gojo felt rage explode in his chest at the thought that Suguru could steal you from him, and an indescribable excitement that he even wanted to. He moaned softly as he started to work himself in his hand in time to Sugurus thrusts into you. 

“Bet. You heard the man Baby Girl, that means you can’t cum.” Gojo laughed humorlessly.

“N-no fair!” You gasped out as Suguru pushed straight into your g-spot. It was like he instinctively knew your body and how to make it melt for him. Like he was born to fuck you into oblivion. 

“Don’t listen to him Sweetheart.” Suguru groaned as your plush walls pulled him in, “You can cum as many times as you want for me.” He assured you, moving his hand to rub expert circles into your sensitive clit. You whined pathetically as the pleasure started to build in your stomach. Already your body buzzed with need, your previous orgasm making your body overly reactive to him. You clawed at the sheets to try and ground yourself.

“Fuck, Suguru, so good..” You huffed, before biting your lip to try and distract yourself from the bliss that was filling you. Gojo whined from his spot away from the bed, wanting nothing more than to be the one making those pretty sounds come from your mouth.

“Fuck Satoru.” Suguru groaned to try and distract himself- he didn’t want to cum yet either, “This pussy is divine. You get this every night? You’re a lucky man.” He laughed. Gojo felt a sick sense of pride swell in his chest. He knew your pussy felt divine, he was the one who chrisented it. He knew how lucky he was that it was his. He wondered if Suguru knew how lucky he was to get to feel it for even a night.

He wanted nothing more than to push Suguru away from you. To fold you in half and remind you who your fucking boyfriend was. To cover all of those awful marks that weren’t his. He couldn’t bring himself to move though. Because as much as he hated the scene before him, he couldn’t deny it was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen in his life. Watching his best friend fuck his girlfriend stupid was better than opium. 

“I-I’m so close please-” You gasped as you felt your cunt clench around Suguru, and his groan filled your ears. You felt like you were on fire with desire, your body trembling as you tried to hold back the tsunami of euphoria building up inside you. 

“Hold it.” Gojo growled, frustration growing with his hands inability to replicate how you felt.

“Ignore him Sweetheart,” Suguru cooed in your ear, trailing soft kisses down your jaw, “Cum all over me, show me how much you like my cock.” You tried, you tried so hard to listen to your boyfriend. But he just felt so fucking good. Every buck of his hips hit your sweet spot, every swipe of his finger sent electric waves through you. There was heroine in his touch and euphoria in his words. You couldn’t hold back.

You came hard around him, your cunt clenching him and pulling him in deeper. Ecstasy crashed down on you with a vengeance, rocking your body and leaving you trembling. Your body was already sensitive from your first climax, and this one felt 5 times as strong. Suguru gave Gojo a wicked grin as you creamed on him. He didn’t have to say it for them to both know what he was thinking.

Your girl, huh?

“And that makes two for me.” He laughed as he continued to buck into you. Gojo growled at his friend's cocky attitude. His hand wasn’t getting him anything other than frustration. He had to make a move.

“Does that feel good Baby Girl?” Gojo cooed to you. You nodded, struggling to catch your breath. Suguru just wouldn’t let up, and you were already trembling. “Use your words.”

“So good.” You whined. 

“Tell him what you want, Baby.” Gojo commanded. He knew if he wanted his turn, Suguru needed to nut. 

“I want you to fill me up,” You muttered, making eye contact with Suguru. You had been with Gojo long enough to know that ‘tell me what you want’ ment ‘bed for my load’ and you were more than happy to beg for Suguru. “I want you to cum inside me, please Sugu, you feel ‘s good, wanna make you feel good.” you slurred. And while your words made Gojo see red, he saw the way Suguru’s hips stuttered in their movement, saw the way his forearms flexed as he tightened his grip on you- trying to ground himself.

Suddenly, Gojo was out of his chair and behind Suguru. “She feels good doesn’t she?” He rasped into Sugurus neck, his hand tracing up from the brunette's happy trail and up his chest. 

“So fucking good.” Suguru groaned. He knew he should pull out. He knew he should switch positions, do something- anything- to keep from blowing his load just yet.

But fuck he was so close. 

“She takes cock good too.” Satoru chuckled, taking Sugurus' chin and pulling his head down. His eyes fell to where the two of you were connected. Where you were covering him with your thick slick, watching a white ring form in his pubes. “She wants your cum inside her Sug,” Gojo hummed, “Give her what she wants.” He punctuated his words with a sharp tug of Sugurus' long hair.  

Suguru fell apart. His normally steady rhythm became erratic as he came deep inside of you, shooting thick white ropes into your cervix. You screamed his name embarrassingly loud, his harsh thrusts coupled with the warm feeling inside of your overly sensitive body resulting in your third climax. You fluttered around him and milked Suguru’s cock for all it was worth, leaving you both exhausted after. 

Suguru glared at Gojo. That was a dirty cheater move from a spoiled brat. “That makes three for me.” He groaned as he pulled out. Gojo reached around Suguru, taking two fingers and gathering the cum leaking from your weeping hole. He brought it up to his lips, making a show of sucking his fingers clean of Sugurus seed.

He grinned as he pulled his fingers out with a pop. “That makes it my turn.”  he winked to hide how frantic he was. Seeing Suguru get lost in the pleasure of your cunt was by far the sexiest thing Gojo had ever seen, and more than anything he wanted to cum where Suguru did. Partly to claim you as his own again. But, mostly to fuck his best friends load deeper into you, to use it as lube as he brought you to yet another high.

Fuck, maybe he could share. 

Suguru moved out of the way, but didn’t go sit on the cuck chair. Instead he positioned himself behind you, resting your head in his lap. Gojo took his previous place, and wasted no time in shoving his cock in you up to his base. You yelped in shock as he did. Suguru may have been thicker than Gojo, but Satoru still had length on him. And the sudden attack on your cervix jolted you back to life.

“Suguru!” You yelped, head still spinning in bliss.

“Wrong.” Gojo snapped, with two hard- almost painful- thrusts of his hips, “”Try again Baby Girl.”

“Satoru…” You whimpered out as you realized your mistake. 

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, I’m still here.” Suguru purred from behind you, bending down to kiss your lips. You moaned softly, before pulling away with a yelp as Satoru set a punishing pace.

“He might be here, but I’m the only one that matters.” He growled as he ruthlessly hyper focused your bullied g-spot. You whined as your body reacted to him, an intense stabbing pleasure coursing through you as a fog of lust further clouded your brain.

 The relief that flooded Gojo as he finally entered you was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He had never been so needy before in his life, had never been forced to wait for anything. Finally sliding into your cum filled cunt was the closest Satoru Gojo was ever going to get to heaven. He growled as he chased his high inside of you, watching the way your eyes glazed over as your breath caught in your throat.

“You still with me Baby?” He asked with a soft laugh.

“”S so so good..” You slurred, feeling the buzzing bliss build up inside you and knowing you weren’t far away from orgasm number four. 

“Awe, how cute.” Suguru laughed as his hand found your chest and started to play with your nipples, “Our sluts real pretty when she’s cock drunk Satoru.”

 “Ain’t she?” Satoru grinned, completely missing the use of “Our” as opposed to “Your” but not missing the slick smirk on Sugurus face. He moved to throw your legs over his shoulders folding you and half and fucking you deeper than before. He grinned, now inches away from Suguru.

“What are you smirking at?”

“I’m smirking at how desperate you both are.” Suguru grinned. Satoru growled, realizing he was closer than he thought he was. His hand fell down to your overly sensitive clit fumbling to massage it, only for Suguru to brush his hand away. He started to rub you there instead.

“Here, let me help. Since you’re at such a disadvantage anyway.” Suguru smiled like he was helping to take in groceries and not finger fuck his best friends girl. 

“How generous of you.” Gojo scoffed.

“No problem Pretty Boy.” Gojo could feel his face catch fire at the pet name, and felt his hips stutter. 

“Shut up.” He grumbled at Suguru, looking down to hide how flustered he got and to try and focus on how warm and soft you felt.

“Make me.” Suguru laughed, using his free hand to pull Gojo up by the hair and force him to look at him. Satoru felt his heart skip a beat.

“You think I won’t?” Satoru chuckled to try and regain some confidence, “You think I won’t fuck you as soon as I’m done with he-” He was cut off by Suguru pulling him into a harsh kiss, all tounges and teeth and desperation. Satoru could taste you on Sugurus tongue, and he came harder than he had ever come in his life. Pleasure attacking his body with hard and fast waves as he desperately tried to fuck you through his high.

Suguru pulled back with a giant, wicked smirk. He watched as Gojos head fell next to yours as he tried to catch his breath. “Oh, did you cum already, Pretty Boy?” He tisked, “Guess that’s zero for you and three for me.” 

Gojo glared up at him through his eye lashes. “Oh, I’m not out yet.” He grumbled as he pulled out. He fell between your legs, and licked his lips at what he found. Your pretty pussy clenching around nothing, your natural lube mixing with his and sugurus loads and drizzling out of you. He wished he had his phone on him, a picture this pretty should be his lock screen. He licked it all up, taking the concoction onto his tongue and tasting how well the three of you mixed. 

“Oh, you really are a freak.” Suguru teased.

“You say while in bed with me.” Gojo scoffed before going back to his meal, eating you out like it was the last thing he’d ever do. You tasted immaculate on your own, but the taste of him, the taste of Suguru mixing with your own sweetness was a new type of drug. You whined in oversensitive pleasure as you dug your nails into his snow white hair.

“Here, let me help,” Suguru hummed, reaching a hand down and massaging your clit. “Our girl deserves it.” The added stimulation was so fucking much. Your body was still trembling and hyper aware. You had never cum more than three times in a night, and your body wasn’t ready for the fourth- despite desperately wanting it. You whined a name (maybe Gojos?) As pleasure filled your brain and replaced any coherent thought you could have had. 

Suguru looked down at you and felt his cock get harder at the scene. Your eyes were glazed over with intense lust and need, mouth hanging open as drool began to dribble down your chin. Your hair was fucked and your breathing ragged, and the thin sheen of sweat made you seem to glow. He leaned down and kissed you again, capturing your lips with a desperate need and what he hoped you knew was adoration.

You came harder than you had ever cum in your life. It was almost painful- the electrical fire of pleasure that burned through your body, incinerating whatever common sense you had left and leaving nothing but a needy whore in its wake. You grinded against Gojos face, hips thrusting frantically despite the pain. Suguru pulled away, you screamed as Satoru worked you through your high, your body unsure how to handle all the stimulation.

Gojo pulled away-collecting his and Sugurus cum on his tongue- only to pull up and kiss you. He filled your mouth with the flavors of the three of you, and you kissed him back greedily. Satoru pulled back, licking at the line of drool that connected you two. He sat up.

“You still with us, Pretty Girl?” He asked, and you whined out softly.

“I don’t know Satoru, I think she’s reaching her limit.” Suguru said, lovingly brushing your hair out of your face. The care in his eyes as he looked at you set something on fire inside of Gojo, though he didn’t know what. 

“I think she can take one more.” He said, pulling you from his friends arms and into his own. Suguru almost punched him, having you taken from his arms activating a protective part of his brain he didn’t even know he had. He had to remind himself that you were Gojo’s girl too before he did something violent.

Gojo laid down next to Suguru, giving him a wink as he guided you down onto his hardened cock. Suguru watched the way your back arched as you were filled once again. The ragged moan you let out was music to his ears as Gojo started to thrust into you from under you. Without even realizing it, Geto’s fingers found your free hole, slowly working you open while the pleasure from Gojos cock distracted you from any pain you may have felt.

He couldn’t let Satoru have you alone. Gojo noticed and raised an eyebrow at him, then grinned. “If you thought her cunt was nice, wait until you feel her ass.” He laughed. You didn’t even process Gojos words, definitely not fast enough to take them as the warning that they were. All you knew, was suddenly your ass was on fire and you felt more full than you had ever been in your life.

“Motherfucker!” You shouted out, using the last of your brain function to push back onto him.

“Oh, so she can still speak.” Gojo teased. Suguru growled as he pounded into your tight little ass in time with Gojos thrusts. You shook your head. 

“Too much, ‘s much-” You slurred. 

“You can handle it Princess,” Suguru groaned into your ear. He used one hand to brace himself against your hip, and his other to play with your clit. You whined and it really was all too much. The way Satoru’s long cock perfectly graced your g-spot, how Sugurus expert fingers massaged your nub, how full both of the men made you feel. You felt so far out of your body and so overwhelmed by them all at once.

 All of it combined together into a crescendo, a tidal wave of ecstasy and euphoria crashing into you and sending you astral projecting into the ninth dimension. Your didn’t realize how fucking good it felt to be treated like a toy, to be fucked with reckless abandon and to your absolute limit. Your mind went blank as stars exploded in front of your eyes, and you were forced to endure them as they fucked you through your so-good-it-hurt orgasm. 

Satoru was next to lose it. The view of your tits bouncing as you fucked yourself on them- cumming on not just his cock, but on Sugurus at the same time. He came hard inside of you, filling your already filled pussy to the brim and watching as it all leaked out of you.

Suguru wasn't far behind, your tight warm walls pulling it out of him with efficiency. He didn’t bother to pull out either, not until he had fully unloaded into you. Not until he was forced to. He pulled out as you collapsed onto Satoru. Gojo slipped out as he rolled you onto your side next to him, and smiled as Suguru crumbled onto your opposite side.

“You did so good Sweetheart,” Suguru cooed as he kissed the back of your head, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

“You were such a good girl for us.” Satoru confirmed as he kissed your forehead, and draped one of his arms around you. The two men cuddled you close, sandwiching you in between them. 

“So this means I win, right?’ Suguru smirked, “Four to one?”

“What? Where did you get four?! Were three to two.” Gojo corrected. His friend just shrugged.

“All I’m hearing is that I win anyway.” 

“Why do you wanna win so bad anyway?’ Gojo pouted, “What, You like playing with my toys that much?”

“Yep.” Suguru wasn’t in the business of mincing words, “Hey man, this was all your idea to begin with. Why stop at one threesome?” Gojo hated to admit it, but he has a point.

“Because I’m sure my girl isn’t interested in a polycule.” he grumbled. He wasn’t sure about that. He wasn’t even sure he wasn’t interested.

“Did you ask her?” Suguru teased, “What do you think, Baby Girl? Want me in your bed again?”

“I think I’m very tired.” You muttered, feeling your eyes get heavy as the warmth of the boys comforted you. They both looked at each other, a little embarrassed to have glossed over the very obvious fact that you weren’t really able to have this conversation right now.

“Right, sorry Baby Girl.” Gojo muttered.

“Get some sleep, Beautiful.” Suguru sighed as he kissed your head again, “Happy Halloween Baby.”

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KINKTOBER III: SOMNO starring: succubus!reader x jjk men incl. 25+ megumi synopsis: cute demon girl finds horny sorcerers warnings: reader can fly/has wings ⋆ masturbation ⋆ voyeurism ⋆ somno/dream sex ⋆ m oral ⋆ past trauma mention ⋆ dub-con ⋆ cnc ⋆ f.f.m threesome ⋆ f oral ⋆ predator/prey ⋆ non-con ⋆ degradation ⋆ mutual masturbation

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Exhaustion and lust eat away at your body, the dull taste of the average man slowly tainting your taste buds.

You know what you need. You need to feed on someone special.

Hot guys don’t cut it anymore. Sexy is second place.

You need something more.

As you approach a particular technical college on the outskirts of Tokyo, you don’t realise how soon your desires may be met.

You snoop around the grounds, finding the so-called “sorcerers” who just seem so damn horny.

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You first find a man who you simply cannot ignore. His appearance is striking, ethereal even– and when he’s not condescending and belittling his enemies, bringing them to their knees with his fingers, he’s busy annoying his students and flirting with any woman who meets his high standards. 

So you follow him, using your invisibility to keep hidden, realising that he may be quite the challenging target. He’s darting all over the country, teleporting, leaving you unable to keep up. And you start to realise that the man doesn’t fucking sleep, which puts all kinds of holes in your plans to enter his dreams and feed off his pleasure. The last straw that really gets you on edge is that you think he can see you. 

Regardless, you finally work up the courage to tail him to his office late at night, where he huffs and collapses on the comfortable chair, his intimidating frame slouching back with his legs spread. 

If only he would fall asleep like this, you think, watching as he brings a hand up to his brow, massaging his temples before removing that black blindfold. 

You’re left awestruck, firstly by seeing every detail of his beautiful face, then when his hand starts to move down his body, over his shirt, reaching the swell in his pants that he starts to palm. 

“Mmhh–” he moans and gives an agonisingly slow hip thrust into his hand. 

Your breath hitches, watching him reach under and start to rub himself. Honestly, you don’t blame him for being so pent up– the man can’t catch a break. 

So he relives himself with his hand, teasing his cock out of his dark pants, his head lolling back over the office chair. 

Seeing him so exposed like this, you would love nothing more than to kiss his handsome jaw, sink your teeth into that veiny neck, strip off his shirt and lick every defined muscle that you’re sure to find underneath, then end up with his cock between your lips. 

But you’re too scared. Despite his friendly demeanour, his godly power terrifies you. 

So you keep your distance, imagining how he’d feel, how he’d taste. 

He picks up his pace, letting out frustrated sighs while his full and flushed cock barely fits in his massive hand. 

“Fuck me, I really need to get laid” he mutters before lubricating his tip with a load of spit. 

That only makes you feel even more desperate, with all the slick he’d need waiting between your legs. 

You swear you can’t help it. As soon as those moaned curses started falling from his lips you got the familiar, wet heat curling in your abdomen. 

And you watch on with hazy eyes, seeing how he teases himself with long, slow strokes that make his hips buck, then working up into faster, aggressive pumping that gets his free hand flying over his mouth. 

But he can’t stifle those lewd noises now, only getting louder, moaning and gasping as he gets closer. 

Your eyes trail all over him, from the tips of his messy, shimmering locks, his eyes that are squeezed shut, the rosy glow to his cheeks, then to his hips, his hand over that throbbing, hard boner, and his swollen head, where all his precum is collecting that you want to suck up so bad it’s got you whimpering. 

You’re really struggling to keep quiet, especially now he’s grabbing his shirt and pulling it up in preparation for what’s to come. Now you can see those tensing abs, his body shuddering and erupting, your panties are completely soaked through, arousal coating your thighs.

What a waste, you think, watching him spill the delicious essence all over his convulsing stomach. 

But he is relieved, nonetheless, his grip relaxing as his hips slow down. 

“Nghh– fuck–” he squeezes the last few drops out and reaches for a tissue, bright eyes flashing and connecting with yours. Directly. Intensely. It’s fleeting, but leaves a trail of goosebumps tingling down your spine. 

He can’t see me. There’s no way. 

You linger in the shadows for a moment longer, then slink away as he starts fixing his shirt and pants, replacing the black fabric over his eyes. 

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A few days later, brimming with impatience, you follow him to his penthouse apartment where he finally took the night off and passed out on his sofa. 

Now the real fun begins. 

You approach the angelic man, admiring those unruly white hairs, the feline curves of his closed eyes, those beautiful, pink lips. It’s always the most devious men who look this way when they’re sleeping. 

Entering his dreams easily, you unzip his pants and peel down his tight boxers, slipping him in your mouth and sucking till he’s hard and panting. 

“Hnn— ahhh– feels s’good, so hot–” his lewd praise encourages you until you’re sucking at him messily, feeling him bulge bigger in your mouth.

“Yes, oh fuck, like that–” you love how his moans are flowing so freely in his subconscious state. 

“Oh damn– yesss, yeah, fuck don’t stop–” he’s getting louder, bucking his hips until a confused expression crosses his face, “fuck– who, who even– uhnn– S-Sugu–” 

He’s interrupted by his long, hard orgasm, as you finally get to taste his hot cum after a week of temptation. He’s exquisite, a delicacy. Powerful men always taste the best, after all. So you suck him dry and feel his revitalising energy coursing through you, making you hum with satisfaction. 

Feeling pleased with yourself, you sit up and fix your hair, only to be interrupted by the man below you fidgeting and stirring awake. Your eyes flit to his, where he’s returning a long, hard stare. 

“You think you can just take my cum and leave?” 

“H-how–” you stutter, feeling confused as most of your prey can’t even remember what happened to them, let alone see you while they’re awake.

“I could see you following me the whole time, silly thing” his words make you cringe with embarrassment.

“Wait– oh…”

“You enjoy the show the other day?” he asks with a cocky smile. 

Shit. You can’t believe this fucker. 

“I- I am not a thing” you pout. 

“Oh,” he scoffs, “well I’m sorry… even people like me have blind spots, sugar. Why don’t you tell me what you are?” 

“A succubus.” You eye him up and down, “And you are not a person.” You retort, feeling sour from his humiliating tone. 

“Whoa, whoa now, pretty thing…” he repeats, making you glare back at his stupid smile, “if you’re gonna get nasty I might have to teach you a lesson.”

“A-ah…” your insides curl up, feeling him grinding into you below. 

“N-no, no–” you push down on him, fluttering up to the high ceiling of his apartment. 

There’s no way you could take someone like him after your dry spell. And after the last time you had sex, getting roughed up and wrecked so badly that you could barely stumble away? There’s no chance you’re ready right now. 

“Not scared of me, are ya?” he tugs at his still hard member, tucking it away when he sees your wide eyes. 

“Well just come down here and I’ll make you feel good”

You shake your head, eyes darting around as you flap further away. You know men and their ulterior motives all too well. 

“Have it your way, pretty thing,” he murmurs before his body lifts off the sofa. You can only stare, nerves stirring in the pit of your stomach while you watch him seamlessly float up to join you.

“Y’know it’s rude to lead a guy on like that?” he questions, pulling you closer while you blink up at him in disbelief. 

“W-wasn’t…” you shake your head, covering your body, “just taking what I needed.” You realise how selfish you sound now, but you were dying of hunger. 

“And what about me, hm?”

You can’t deny the way he’s making your heart race now with his brilliant eyes staring into yours. 

“You know what I need?” 

Spreading your legs with his thigh, he pushes under your dress and over your little thong that remained in place all evening.

“Let me give you something…” he mutters over your lips, your eyes jerking down to his bulge, making him chuckle.

“How about this, to start with?” a sly smile spreads over his features, his seductive tone making you shiver.

He slides the damp material to the side and sinks two fingers inside you slowly. 

You protest weakly, pushing at his wrist, which only makes him grin viciously and dig his long fingers in deeper. 

Massaging your clit with his thumb, he fingers you in midair and holds your body against his, loving how you start to relax and place your hands on his arms. 

“That’s it” he coos, pulling you into an intense kiss, his tongue all over yours in a messy display of lust. 

He starts curling his fingers now, knowing exactly how to get that warm pleasure building in your little body. He watches you spread yourself wider, taking him harder until your head spins and you lose balance. 

“A-ahh–” you let out a cry, feeling him catch you and steady you. 

“Easy, there you go”

“Th-thank you” you whisper between soft moans. 

“Oh,” he smiles, “didn’t know things like you had manners”

“S-stop calling me that!” you can barely get pissed off with the man, with the way he’s making you feel.

“Scary…” his eyebrows wiggle, his smile getting wider, “what’s a little thing like you gonna do?” 

“Stop it!!” you cry, pushing away suddenly and flapping up to the sparkly chandelier that’s mounted in the ceiling. 

To your shock his body flashes right in front of you with a wide grin on his face. You can’t process what just happened but he’s tugging you away from the light, letting out an unhinged laugh as an invisible force pushes you flat against the ceiling. 

“Now, now, you were takin’ my fingers so well,” he brings his body to hover right under yours, a menacing undertone surfacing in his voice.

Confusion and fear seep through you, your body frozen in place by some kind of telekinesis. Your lip trembles, watching his smile turn sinister while he snaps your thong off with a flick of his wrist.

“Would be a shame to stop there, hm?” 

He frees his cock again, pushing your dress up and teasing you, splitting you open with his smooth, wet tip, while casually maintaining the immense pressure over your body.

“Mm, I was just tryna be nice, pretty thing,” he coos, pushing your hair away, “but now I’m afraid you have no choice…”

You shake your head vigorously, unable to even talk, your legs spreading wider for him against your will.

“Hm,” he chuckles, feeling your body start to grip at his tip, “suckin’ me in?” 

“It’s ok,” he coos and strokes your cheek, edging himself in, “m sure you can take it, pretty thing.”

Your body clenches up and struggles to take him, trembling with only half his length. That only gets him more worked up, pumping harder until he forces himself deeper.

You think he’s all the way in, your body relaxing slightly, until he sighs and slides in another few inches.

“Yeah that’s it,” he hums with satisfaction, feeling you clench and spasm around him while his fat tip pushes in places you didn’t know existed, “gunna fuck you dumb now.”

He fucks you hard against the ceiling, only getting rougher when he looks down your body, seeing your cream coating his cock.

You can’t believe he’s doing this to you, splitting you open and forcing orgasm after orgasm from your depths.

This arrogant man, his condescending tones– you should be pushing him away, but you can barely breathe, your body in complete submission while your head spins with vertigo.

“Mm–mmmm–” you let out little vocalisations, your eyes flying wide as you helplessly grapple against his strength. 

“Nearly there,” he lets off an untamed growl, making you realise he’s nearly as far gone as you, “oh fuckkk me– gunna make such a mess of this pretty pussy” 

His mind lost to his carnal desires, his power suddenly pulses, a fresh wave of telekinetic energy slamming you harder.

He sucks and bites at your neck, his massive hands enclosing your hips and tugging you in and forcing himself deeper.

The corners of your vision start to blur, the pressure becoming too much, until you hear a crack in the ceiling above you. 

“Fuck–” he pants into your neck, “fuck, ‘m close– please, please hold out f’me, let me, let me fucking fill you– ha–ahhhh–” 

With a long groan he finally lets go, the extraordinary force over your body relaxing as he slowly pumps you full of his cum. 

“Nnh– ahh–” he hums and sighs, your bodies entangled in a mess of limbs and wings, gradually floating back down to his sofa. 

His muscular frame collides with the cushions and you sit up on him, getting your bearings after being suspended for so long. 

As he finally stops pumping, you’re overcome with a dizzying, joyful high that could leave you full for weeks. You kiss him all over, feeling totally enamoured, watching exhaustion claim his body. 

You realise you got off pretty lightly tonight, with only a few bruises on your arms and neck; a price you’re willing to pay to be as full as you are now. 

You can’t help but feel grateful, pressing kisses to his cheek with a soft whisper, “I shall let you rest now.”

Placing a blanket over him and a final kiss to his forehead you murmur your goodbyes, “Dream of me.”

You redress yourself and flutter to the window, taking one last glance at the beautiful man who cured your starvation.

ii ⋆

You make your way back to the Academy where you’ve made a little nest in one of the old dormitories, so far undiscovered. 

You rest for a few days and soon find another sorcerer, nearly as tall and handsome as the first. But he seems a little preoccupied, having a particular routine of meeting a beautiful young woman in his office after hours.

Listening to them is one thing, but daring to enter and watch brings a whole new pleasure. You love how needy he is for her; the way she waits for him on his desk, just sitting pretty, until his big hands find her body and tug at her clothes, kissing her skin, leaving little marks.

You love watching her beg for more, and the sorcerer so willingly gives everything to her, until he’s stripping and fucking her slow and deep on his desk.

Oh, how you wish to be that woman.

Perhaps if you worked your way into both of their subconsciouses…? You start to think, pondering the possibility of having two mates.

But there’s something more in his eyes– it’s not just lust. He loves this woman. And you can’t deny anybody their sweet love.

You linger a little more, on the verge of defeat, until your invisibility slips one evening. 

The girl was stepping through the corridor towards his office when she first saw you, leaving you both startled. 

You presumed she would be scared by your strange appearance and non-human features, but instead she seemed intrigued, amazed even. 

She spoke to you respectfully and politely then took your hand and stepped into her lover’s office, “Come with me, let me introduce you to Kento!”

She sounds so excited, pulling you inside and bringing you to stand under the large frame of the man you’ve been stalking.

“Succubus?” He crooks an eyebrow, his gaze finding your slightly pointed ears and little wings. 

You just nod, feeling a little embarrassed under their curious stares.

“Um, so, I don’t know much about succubi but–” the woman hesitates, looking between her partner and you, “don’t you need… sex, to survive?”

Again, you nod sheepishly. 

“A-are you hungry?” She asks with a little smile.

Your eyes shine brightly, taking a liking to the girl’s line of questioning. Although you haven’t tried it, you’re pretty sure a woman’s essence would fill you just as well. 

“A- a little.” You reply quietly, overcome with greed.

You did take some of the most potent, filling pleasure you’ve had in a long time only days ago, so you’re not starved. But you could eat.

The man’s narrow eyes find the bruises on your neck, his gaze hanging there as he contemplates. 

“Satoru?”

You nod again, a blush starting to tingle your cheeks. 

“You’ve already been with him, hm?” He gives his partner a knowing look, “Shall we show you how a woman should really be treated?”

You’ve never been so excited in your damn life. It surges through your body and ends up coming out as a little flap of your wings and a rather humiliating squeak. 

And they show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on for all these years, with her soft lips over yours, his strong hands guiding you to perch on his desk– just how you’ve seen her many times before. 

They spread you and tease you and treat you to the most tantalising pleasure you’ve ever felt– both of them more generous and warm than your previous encounter. You know Satoru was stressed the day you went to him, so you’ll forgive him and probably go back for more once you’ve recovered.

But these two lovers are gentle and caring in their movements, making sure you get everything you need.

“Honey,” he speaks so softly– a voice of a man who’s completely satisfied and cared for– “sit up here, will you?”

He places his girl next to you on his desk, admiring the way your hand instinctively reaches out to hers, bringing her into a delicate kiss. You’ve never tasted anything so sweet.

You pull away when you feel Kento’s hand on your knee. He kisses his partner passionately, his hands working up both of your thighs to feel between your legs. You watch his tongue sliding over hers as she lets out the cutest whimpers. You wonder if that’s how you sound.

He pulls away with a look in his eyes that makes you tremble. And he’s not even looking at you. 

“Beautiful,” he whispers a compliment, now spreading the slick over both of your folds. 

He turns to you, his sharp eyes trailing over your semi-nude body, and with shock crossing your features you watch him kneel.

“W-why–” you stutter, only to find the woman’s hands turning you to face her.

“Just let him do it, ok sweetheart?” She coos, her voice sending tingles through your mind. 

“Do w-w–” your stammering is silenced when you feel his lips connect below, and hers over your mouth.

You’re used to draining men and stealing their pleasure, but receiving that pleasure is all new. 

You moan and squirm on the desk, your legs spread to allow the gorgeous man below you to enter you repeatedly with his tongue. He pushes you open and laps you up, placing his wide tongue over your folds then sucking and biting. 

He’s got that warm feeling going through you in no time while the beautiful girl next to you gives you a lesson on just how gently she can kiss.

Her lips tickle against yours while she sucks and tongues you like no man has ever done before. Her hands wander over your body and pinch at your little nipples, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to leave you gushing again.

You start to feel bad for the man below you– he must be drowning by now. But all you can hear is his moaning and the wet, slick sound of him drinking you. 

Once he’s taken his fill of you, he pulls away and gives his girl the same treatment. And you watch how he does it, amazed by how he’s shoving himself so deep between her legs– how can he even breathe!?

Needless to say, he doesn’t care. He’s wrapped up in pleasure giving and that’s all he can focus on, taking her waist in his hands and bringing her ever closer. 

You watch how she convulses and needily grabs at your body, pulling you closer and moaning over your lips with pupils so dilated you can barely see the colour of her eyes.

And she’s satisfied, her body relaxed while she strokes your hair and he pulls away.

Now you’re getting really excited, seeing what he’s doing next. He’s pulling the gorgeous woman onto the wooden floor of his office, then you, right next to her. And he is the one now perching on his desk.

You look up at the swell in his pants and yearn to finally taste him, your body going into overdrive when he slips himself out. 

You hesitate, looking at his girlfriend for a moment until she answers your unspoken question of who gets to go first.

“Come on, pretty girl, there’s enough for both of us,” she says with a smile, gently placing your eagerly waiting mouth over his large member.

And you suck and share him till he’s thrusting between your lips and getting close to his release. To your sheer amazement the girl pulls away and whispers in your ear, “You can taste him, sweetie.”

You squirm and take him all the way down, earning a loud moan from the man and a surprised giggle from the girl. 

“Wow!! You’re so good at that!” She strokes the back of your neck then stands up to face her gorgeous man.

“She’s deepthroating you so well… I can’t believe it. How does it feel, Ken?” She coos, tracing her fingertips over his marble like abs.

“F-feels s’good sweetie,” he replies as you swallow his massive tip over and over.

Of course, this is your go to, so you should be good at it. But it makes you feel proud to receive compliments from these two. The way they fuck often leaves you feeling desperate for it just like that. 

But now you’ve got his hips stuttering and his hand in your hair, you can only concentrate on his release.

You hum and moan over him, your lashes batting up to take fleeting glances over his body, his lips attached to his lover’s.

And he thrusts so deep and hard, finishing with a gruff moan and a tug of your hair– the only harsh movement you’ve felt all night.

You suck and swallow till he pushes you off and watches you lick up the mess on your chin, leaving you panting and giddy with pleasure.

Your stomach swells full with his seed, making more and more power surge through you. You’re going to be unstoppable soon, with all of this magical liquid you’re being given.

iii ⋆

A few days later, curiosity got the better of you once more, leading you to a labyrinth of deep, underground tunnels beneath the academy where you followed someone new.

This next one’s a little tricky because, like you, it seems that he’s not supposed to be here. He’s snooping around, evading the covered gaze of the white haired sorcerer. 

You slink through the dark tunnels after him, wondering how someone so large can be so silent. He has a strange energy around him– not like the rest. It’s unsettling. And this time it really does feel like he can see you, or sense you somehow, his dark eyes flashing each time he turns to look over his shoulder.

Your heart starts racing with every twist and turn in the claustrophobic tunnels, following him closely until you come to a fork in the pathway. 

Which way did he go? 

He seems to be near enough untraceable– no scent, no footprints. So you choose quickly and keep moving.

The adrenaline is pumping through your veins now while you retrace your footsteps, creeping along the dark pathways, panicking that you’re utterly lost down here... with that formidable man. 

You’re pacing around in the maze which is only getting darker, and possibly deeper, until you round a corner and he’s facing you.

His ears prick when you sharply intake a breath in shock, his narrow eyes somehow find yours, then his hand twitches.

He raises his arm, reaching out in front of him.

Pure terror holds you still, watching his hand grab for you.

He reaches your throat.

“Hm, there you are,” his lips curl into a pleased smirk. 

“Show yourself.”

You hesitate.

“Now.”

You obey, unwillingly, as he squeezes your windpipe.

“Hm,” he steps closer, figuring you out while you struggle for air.

You wriggle in his grip, your hands prying at his solid forearm while you take in little strangled breaths. 

“Succubus, right?” his voice drips with malice.

You nod rigidly, your eyes flicking over his features, only able to discern that he looks terrifying. 

His smile widens, seeing the fear in your eyes. 

“Hungry?” 

“Mm mm–” you shake your head.

“What do you mean, no? You already found some cock?”

He watches pink tinge your ears, letting out a dry laugh.

“Aw, you thought the sorcerers up there were cute, hmm?”

He hums and teases, watching you squeeze your eyes closed.

“Wonder if you met my pathetic excuse of a son…” he mutters absentmindedly, his grip on your neck becoming slack as he’s seemingly lost in thought.

You take this opportunity to duck and escape his hold, leaving you darting down the corridor with him hot on your heels.

You hurtle through the tunnel, flapping and running for your life while his footsteps echo in your ears. You feel him mere inches behind you, your body halted and the pathway spinning when his powerful arms secure around your waist. 

He caught you so easily, his torso pressed up against your back with his hand over your nose and mouth. 

“You’ve got nowhere to go, little one”

“Mmm– mmmpph–” you cry into his palm, writhing and pushing on his chest your wings. 

“Trying to escape will only make it worse,” you feel his hot breath in your ear again.

You soon realise it’s not a fair fight against his sheer size and strength, your body slumping in defeat. 

“Now,” he breathes in deeply, his lips ghosting your cheek, leaving goosebumps in their wake, “I’m gonna fill you better than any of those spineless fuckers up there.”

His free hand starts to massage between your legs while your eyes get heavy, the corners of your vision starting to fade from the lack of oxygen. 

“‘m gonna fill you up to... here” he traces his hand up your stomach, “no, here.”

He finally catches on that you’re about to pass out, moving his hand from your mouth back to your throat. 

You gasp and choke while he tugs your dress and panties away, splitting your labia and circling your clit. 

Despite being afraid for your life, what he’s doing to you is stirring a deep, longing arousal that leaves you feeling disgusted.

You don’t want this. You don’t want him. 

But your shaking and squirming is only urging him on, laughing bitterly at your stupid attempts to free yourself.

Removing his fingers, you feel him push his cock through your thighs, making you let out a little sob. 

Fuck, he’s too big. 

“N-nnn- pl- pl-” you only manage little stutters, shaking your head  while his hand still squeezes you tight. 

“Pretend you don’t want this. S’fine with me.”

He mutters in your ear and you can only feel his heavy bulge swelling thicker, leaving you alarmed and trying to peer back at him, desperate to see how big he is before he ruins you. 

Your look of worry earns another snicker. “Yes, sweetie, I’m gonna be bigger than all the pathetic lowlifes you’ve taken up there, might hurt you a little. Sorry bout that”

His conceited words, laced with twisted sadism, are enough to convince you that he’s not sorry.

In fact, you’re getting an inclination that every pained moan he’s dragging from your lips is making him want you more.

As much as that should have you trembling and begging for him to stop, you only find yourself spreading your legs wider.

“So fucking eager”

He finally releases your throat, tugging at your hair now. 

“You wanna good fucking, hm?” he growls in your ear. 

“N-no, can’t–!” your voice contradicts your body once again. 

“Think you’re lying”

“Let’s see what you’ve got to say when I get this cock inside you, hm?” he threatens, dragging himself over your shamefully soaked entrance. 

You know it’s gonna hurt, so you brace yourself, finding that his arrogant warning was completely and utterly justified. 

“I, I can’t, no please don’t– fuck!” you let out shrill cries, feeling him spread you over his tip, his thumb digging into your skin.

“You can. And you fucking will” he sibilates. 

He splits you wider, forcing himself into your too small hole. 

“Yeah, let me in, like that– fuck yes you dirty little girl, squeeze me tighter” 

You never knew you could feel like this. The pain is overwhelming, making tears streak down your face, but the pleasure has you pushing on the wall and humping his cock like a horny fucking mess. 

He laughs, squeezing at your ass while he fucks you greedily. 

And you can tell, now that he’s turning you to face him, grinning and watching you sob, that this man is evil to his core.

He fucks you deep and hard, nearly lifting you off the ground with his brutal thrusts, only for your body to meet the cold, hard wall in front. 

His face inching closer as if to intimidate you more, he sneers, his dark eyes glowering as he seems to feed off your fear. 

But you’re feeding off his pleasure now, squirming as your echoed moans travel down the dark, dingy tunnel. 

He feels you spasm and he bucks his hips harshly, grunting and enjoying the pressure over his erection.

“Hm, knew you were nothing but a slutty little concubine,” he hisses, “made for stealing cum.”

“Well now you’re getting it– fuck, take it you little slut–” he growls and ejaculates so hard into your core it extends your orgasm, leaving you panting, your heart pounding in your chest. 

You’re lost in a trance, oozing full of this wicked man’s seed. You weren’t even hungry, but this excess will only make you stronger so you take every last drop. 

He finally releases you, letting you fall to your knees as your vision starts to blur. 

“I hope you come looking for me again” he hisses his final words in your ear then steps away, your body succumbing to fatigue. 

iiiv ⋆ 

Regaining consciousness and making it out of the tunnels after your feverish experience, you’ve taken to hiding in your little dormitory, only venturing out to stretch your wings now and then.

You’re out for an evening stroll when you notice a particular dark haired sorcerer you haven’t seen before. You were only going to the vending machine to get a soda, but you may be getting a bit distracted.

Using your invisibility, you step to the side of the illuminated machine and watch him approach, shoving some coins in and selecting his desired drink.

He looks pissed off. And tired.

He snatches the can of coffee from the machine and starts striding away. You follow him on impulse, ignoring the nagging voice telling you this is dangerous, don’t you remember what happened last time?

You get to his apartment door, but you at least have the sense not to enter tonight. 

He shrugs off his jacket and approaches the window, where you’re hovering just outside, peeking through the open curtains. Squinting his eyes, he peers into the night and seems to make direct eye contact with you. You panic momentarily, flitting about, until you realise he’s looking through you, at the moon. 

He sighs, rubs his forehead and rests his head in his palms, leaning on the windowsill. 

He looks deep in thought, perhaps worried. But that doesn’t take away from his breathtaking beauty, especially in the starlight.

He tilts his head up, allowing you to see his pretty features, and you watch the way his deep blue eyes stare so longingly, his dark lashes batting with every tired blink. He runs a hand over his neck, ruffling his inky black mess of hair, and to your pleasure he reaches further back, tugging his t-shirt up and pulling it over his head. 

You can see his whole upper body now, illuminated in the pale glow of the moon.

He’s enchanting. 

You watch him for a moment longer, your eyes lingering lower and lower, until he pulls the curtains closed and you hear him step away. 

In your agitated disappointment you try to follow him from the outside, searching for another window. But to your dismay you find his bathroom blinds closed as you hear him turn on the shower, so you withdraw for the night and return to your room. 

During the following days you cannot get his image out of your mind. You desperately chase after him, but he’s just so busy you can barely keep up. 

You watch him work like a dog, up to his nose in assignments and missions, some with other sorcerers, most by himself. He sometimes advises students when he gets time, but he seems too busy to be involved in teaching like some of the others. Whatever his role is, he seems to be working himself to the bone, leaving him exhausted. 

You hear the students calling his first name in the corridors… how rude, you think. 

But you get to hear his name, nonetheless. 

Megumi.

And you commit it to your memory, each syllable seared into your mind never to forget. 

At the end of each day you watch him trudge to his apartment, sometimes with stacks of books and supplies, other times with blood stained uniform, sometimes both. 

Despite his punishing schedule, the man still finds time for himself, allowing you to watch his routines as you start following him closely, daring to enter his cosy home. 

You’ve seen his nighttime habits play through for the whole week, and on Friday it’s the same deal; showering, eating, cleaning, relaxing. He often reads or perches on the small balcony, sometimes playing music to fill the silence of his solitude. Perhaps he likes it like this. He seems quite content.

You watch him flick off the stereo, turn the lights down and head to bed, humming softly to himself. He sets his book on the bedside table and you know your favourite part is coming next. 

Every time you see him you have to bite your lip so tight so you don’t make a noise.

But you can’t take your eyes away when he strips himself. 

He gets into bed and to your surprise, doesn’t pick up his book. 

He props himself up against the headboard and his hand starts running down his defined chest and abs. 

Oh my god, he’s finally masturbating! 

You manage to hold back a delighted squeak and watch him massage himself, the covers pulled over where you need to see him most. 

But he grunts and sighs until there’s an incredible tent in his sheets. 

Wow. Your mouth hangs open. 

He gets hotter, his pent up frustrations building, until he rips the covers down and exposes himself fully. 

“Oh” you accidentally whimper out loud, seeing his erection for the first time.

Luckily he didn’t hear you over his heavy breathing, and your hand was already covering your mouth in anticipation of letting something slip. 

You watch him in his pleasure filled state, his usual frown replaced by bite swollen lips and flushed cheeks. His eyebrows bunch up, his mouth hanging open with a quiet moan. His hips stutter and quiver looking as though he’s about to release, but his hand only slows.

Oh fuck. 

You have to start touching yourself to the sight of him. It’s very rare that you do this, the pleasure does not satiate you, but tonight you can’t resist. You want to feel connected to him. 

Your fingers snake down into your soaked panties and you start tracing your clit while he edges himself.

You catch up with him quickly, bringing yourself up to the precipice of a hard orgasm only for him to stop again. You let a little whimper slip and your body freezes, in tandem with his. 

Then you go again, watching him look down as if to question what he’s doing to himself. You follow his pace carefully, tapping yourself in sync with his pumping.

This time his abs start clenching up and you watch the way his waist dips in so beautifully. You can tell he’s going to do it this time, now his jerking and thrusting is getting harder and faster. 

Out of all his sexual pleasure and beauty, the sight that brings you down is him spitting on his cock. 

Your body trembles and clenches around absolutely nothing, watching him get dripping wet, thighs shaking, and he finally releases his hot load over his abs. 

You watch him deliver a few final tugs until he reaches for some tissues. 

In your countless experiences of edging men, you’ve never seen one do it to himself and enjoy it so much. Although he’s just finished, you can’t wait to see him like that again. Hopefully next time you’ll be the one giving him such feverish pleasure. 

⋆

That night has only added fuel to the raging fires of your hunger and desire for this man. 

Desperate to get your fix of him, you get to work entering his dreams and finding your way into his fantasies. 

To your disadvantage, despite his exhaustion after each long day, he’s tough and ever so resilient, making it difficult to break down the fortified walls of his mind. 

It takes you multiple attempts for him to finally let you in, but when he gives in to your temptations, you get him whimpering in seconds and cumming in minutes. It’s a rushed meal, but you’re starving and the way he’s moaning is giving you exactly what you need. It’s like pure ecstasy, his body taking you higher than any man you’ve tasted before. 

And you get addicted. 

You visit him over and over. 

He trudges home. You follow. 

He takes care of himself. You watch. 

He gets into bed. You enter his dreams. 

Again and again, you appear before him and take your fill. 

During your visits he’s usually out cold, in a deep, restless sleep, but as the weeks pass you notice his eyes starting to flicker open, still seeming too tired to acknowledge you properly. 

But he sees you. And you stare into those dark blue irises that hide secrets in their depths. 

From Megumi’s perspective, he realises he’s been feeling very sexually satisfied recently. He feels hornier and he’s getting turned on so easily. 

One day he’s settling down on the sofa after cleaning his apartment and your image enters his mind. He gets so turned on from the thought of you and slowly starts to realise what you’ve been doing to him. 

He ponders it for a moment then looks down to find himself growing hard. 

You watch this predicament unfold from outside. You know exactly what’s happening. The look of confusion and anger that initially crosses his features, slowly clouded by a look of desire. 

You hover for a moment longer and notice how he’s rubbing himself through his trousers. That isn’t going to work, you think. 

After your countless evenings in his bed, you finally work up the courage to present yourself to him tonight. 

So you gently tap at the window, peeking through and revealing yourself. 

To your relief, he isn’t startled, but approaches the window with a curious expression. 

“It’s you…” 

You hear him through the panes of glass. 

You nod with a shy smile, watching him slide the catch and pull the window open. 

“Come in”

You shift around awkwardly then flutter in, and he watches you land on the carpeted floor of his living room. 

And before you utter a word to each other, you’re drawn closer and he pulls you in. 

The way he treats you makes your ego swell. He’s giving you the softest kisses and placing such respectful, thoughtful touches over your body. 

“You’ve been in my head,” he breathes out between your passionate movements, “in my dreams?” He sounds confused, disbelieving, perhaps. 

You nod, gripping his hands as he continues sliding his tongue over yours, clearly not dissuaded by your immoral actions. 

“I, I needed to…” you whisper into the small gap between your lips. 

“You needed…” he looks down, “this?” 

His hand works over the bulge in his pants and you nod hesitantly, your lip between your teeth. 

He looks up at you again and finally smiles. Your stomach flips, your eyes flying wide as if you can take in any more of his beauty. 

It’s a little cocky, more of a smirk, but his eyes light up regardless, seeing the way you’re looking up at him so innocently. 

“Hey, don’t act all coy…” his smile grows, teasing you now, “how many times have you sucked me off already?” 

How he’s acting, how he’s speaking to you, how he looks– how have you found a man so perfect? 

He’s got you all muddled up, your eyes blinking at him slowly, his question entering your ears and flooding to your cheeks. 

“I– I… don’t know” 

“No, neither do I,” his little smile is making you dizzy now, “but I’d like you to do it again, if that’s ok?” 

You’re amazed. You can’t believe he’s offering himself to you– a winged, pointy eared, sharp toothed demon– so freely. 

“A-are, are you sure?”

You look down over your body, suddenly doubting yourself. 

But you get butterflies through your chest when he tilts your chin up again, your face resting in his cool, firm hand. 

“It’s more like, I need you.” He pauses, looking down, “My body… reacts to you.” He looks up again, his thumb tracing your chin. 

All of your hesitation is dispelled when you hear his next words. 

“I want you.”

With that, you drop to your knees and let him get inside you as quickly as possible. 

He yanks down his pants and frees his hard cock, slipping himself between your eagerly waiting lips. 

“Ohhh, fuck,” he slides in and he gives you more than you can take, fucking your throat and getting you drooling and messy. 

But he’s in a state himself, bucking his hips while trying desperately to ease his hard grip on your hair. You only encourage him, moaning and taking him deeper every time he pulls. 

“You like that?”

“Mm, mmmm” you hum over him, loving every second of him fulfilling his instincts, his deepest pleasure filled urges becoming reality. 

“Fuck– good, I like a girl who can take it a bit rough–” he mutters between his now laboured breaths.

“Wanted to fuck your pretty mouth like this… before–” his eyes squeeze closed, his head falling back, allowing you to feast your gaze on his neck and jaw. 

The way he compliments you with such dirty words gets you gushing. You swear you could absorb pleasure from his voice alone. 

A thought suddenly dawns on him while his abs are clenching up, the familiar feeling of his impending release flooding through his body. 

“I-I don’t even know– your name?” he huffs, questioning you, but you don’t stop. You can’t stop now. However much he seems to love edging, you can’t do it tonight. You need him. 

So you suck and feel him shake and deliver the hot mess you’ve been craving, taking every drop, its potency ten fold now you’re taking his conscious, consenting pleasure. 

You drink in his every shaky vocalisation, watching him come down as you clean him off, pulling away and admiring him from below. 

After licking your lips and enjoying your meal, you peer up at him and finally answer his question. 

“y/n. I’m a succubus. Nice to meet you.”

From there, you entered a rather curious relationship with the dark haired sorcerer, striking up a deal so you can get a reliable fill. 

He agrees, under the condition that you’ll let him have sex with you and won’t go to any other man. 

His eyes look so stern when he tells you, “I want you for myself.” 

You nod in agreement, his every gesture thus far telling you that he’s not going to hurt you, and that for once, you’ve found a man who needs you as much as you need him. 

don't ask why toru n megumi's parts are so longg no comment on the cheesy ending see you in hell!