Archive of Our Own

“Come on, guys, I’m telling you, I think we can do this!” Yuuji exclaimed, his smile so big it felt almost out of place in that room lit by a battered chandelier.

Junpei and Nobara stared at him in silence for a few seconds.

The three of them were the only members — and honorary members by default, since no one else cared — of the college’s Occult Club. A room forgotten even by God at the end of the hallway, a few dusty books rescued from who-knows-where, and a reputation harmless enough not to bother anyone.

At the ripe age of twenty, Nobara was perfectly aware that ghosts, demons, and rituals were nothing but nonsense. Yet staying in the club meant avoiding far duller extracurriculars, so she simply showed up, watched a few makeup tutorials, and waited for the time to pass.

Junpei, on the other hand, took everything with enthusiasm. He loved horror, unsettling stories, atmospheres that made your skin crawl. He wasn’t sure any of it was real, but the idea that it could be was enough. And besides, being there meant being with them.

Yuuji, however, was a different story.

Yuuji truly believed.

He believed in ghosts, demons, ancient summoning scripts, and the unspoken rules of the afterlife. Not out of naivety, but out of an almost stubborn trust that the world was bigger than most people were willing to admit.

“Dreamer,” Junpei called him, with a half-smile.
“Idiot,” Nobara corrected, without mercy.

And Yuuji always laughed.

He slammed a dusty book onto the table.

It was thick, bound in dark leather, with yellowed, uneven pages as if someone had torn them out and then shoved them back together without much care. To the touch, it felt colder than it should.

There was no title on the spine. No author’s name. Just a symbol etched deep into the cover, worn almost to the point of being unrecognizable: a broken, ancient shape that looked like it had been erased over and over but never fully succeeded.

“I stole it from the library a few days ago,” Yuuji explained, his smile way too calm. “No idea what it is, but it looked creepy.” He shrugged, like he was talking about a discounted comic book he found.

Nobara blinked, then opened her mouth.
“You’re completely cra—”

“Stole it?!” Junpei cut her off, his voice already cracking with panic. “Yuuji, you’re only twenty-one, you can’t go to jail now!”

Yuuji waved it off.
“Relax. It was on a shelf no one ever looks at. It’s practically a forgotten relic.”

“Yeah, sure,” Nobara huffed, crossing her arms. “And forgotten relics are definitely the safest things around.”

Junpei swallowed, staring at the book. “I’m not sure I like the idea that you touched something for which dozens of trees were sacrificed.”

Yuuji, meanwhile, opened it.

The pages creaked softly, as if the book itself was protesting. The air in the room felt heavier, denser, and for a moment, the flickering fluorescent lights seemed to waver ever so slightly.

“Look,” Yuuji said, leaning over the text.

The words weren’t written in any recognizable language. Broken lines, curved symbols, margin notes that seemed to have been added in different eras.

Junpei felt a shiver run up his spine. “Yuuji… maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Oh, but look,” Yuuji interrupted, eyes shining with excitement. “There’s some kind of ritual here. Looks kinda easy.”

Nobara took a step back. “No. No, no, no. I’m not participating in a ritual from a stolen book that looks cursed.”

Yuuji looked up at her, and behind those eyes, there was no hint of responsible thought.

“Come on, Nobara. It’s just reading aloud.”

None of them noticed immediately that the symbol on the cover, under the flickering light, seemed just a little more defined.

Yuuji cleared his throat, a theatrical gesture at odds with the fast beating of his own heart. He opened his arms, signaling Nobara and Junpei to place their hands on his.

Junpei swallowed, hands trembling, and slowly intertwined his fingers with Yuuji’s and Nobara’s.

Nobara pressed her lips together, took a deep breath, and did the same.

“Go… start,” she said with a nervous smirk, squinting her eyes. “Nothing’s going to happen, obviously.”

Yuuji nodded, trying to convey confidence more to himself than to anyone else. Then he opened the book to the ritual page and began to read aloud, the words slipping from his lips in a whisper that felt strangely vibrant, almost alive.

As the first phrases were spoken, the air in the room shifted.

A cold shiver ran down Junpei’s spine, making the hairs on his arms stand on end.

Nobara, despite maintaining a calm facade, felt her heart race, a sudden sense of alertness gripping her so that she held Yuuji’s hand tighter.

The words of the book seemed to seep into the room, slipping into its darkest corners, causing the shadows on the walls to flicker ever so slightly.

A low, dull hum filled the air, so quiet that they couldn’t tell whether it was coming from the book or from their own nerves.

“…And may the one you summon answer your call,” Yuuji read, his voice wavering slightly, “…open the door between worlds…”

An unnatural silence fell over the room, heavier than any breath. A flash of external light made the symbol on the book cover shimmer. For a moment, it seemed alive, pulsing, as if it were waiting for something.

Junpei swallowed loudly, feeling a pang of panic tightening his stomach.

Nobara blinked, alarmed, and squeezed Yuuji’s hand even harder.

And Yuuji… Yuuji felt a knot of excitement and fear at the same time, a shiver running down his spine.

Maybe something was actually happening! he thought, thrilled, as he spoke the last words of the incantation.

When he finished, the room fell into an almost surreal silence. Every breath seemed amplified, every creak of the floor echoed.

“W-Well,” Nobara stammered, trying to lighten the tension, “nothing happened, right? I was right, as always.” Her voice betrayed a thread of nervousness she tried to mask with sarcasm.

Junpei nodded, his hand pressed to his chest, hoping no one would notice how fast it was beating. “Yeah… as always,” he murmured, forcing a smile.

Thank God, he thought, relieved.

Yuuji, on the other hand, had a small pout and slightly hunched shoulders.

“I really thought this time it would be different,” he muttered in disappointment, making Junpei turn to him curiously.

“Well, at your age, you should probably stop believing in this stuff,” Nobara snapped, but her sentence hung unfinished.

Suddenly, the lights began to flicker, fast and intermittent, casting trembling shadows across their faces. Junpei’s heart raced, and for a moment the air seemed to thicken, as if the room itself were holding its breath.

Yuuji opened his mouth but couldn’t say a word: a cold sound, almost a whisper, vibrated through the walls. It wasn’t the wind, not a draft, not even the old flickering bulb.

“Uh, guys?” Nobara said, her voice trembling as she jumped up from her chair. “What’s going on?”

Junpei lowered his gaze, and with horror, saw the book close on its own.

“Oh shit—” he stammered, backing away in his chair.

Yuuji jumped up with Junpei, but a sudden touch on his shoulder made him spin around.

Before them, emerging from the shadows, was a tall, silent figure. Black hair like ink framed a calm, sharp, dangerously beautiful face.

The eyes, fuck, they were a deep, magnetic green, seeming to pierce the soul: looking into them, Yuuji felt as if they could read every thought, every hidden desire.

The skin was pale and smooth, the contrast with the dark features making every detail even more striking. The lips, pink and glossy, ignored the world, perfect and ridiculously tempting, and Yuuji swore he could glimpse just the faintest hint of canines.

He wore slim black trousers and a sleek black silk shirt, elegant and form-fitting, with thin sleeves and a collar adorned with a red gem, like a ruby, catching the flickering light of the room. The chest was partly exposed, framed by delicate black lace that clung like a second skin, revealing a sculpted and incredibly harmonious silhouette.

Every movement he made radiated a lethal charm: calm, confident, irresistible, and dangerous all at once. Yuuji felt a shiver run down his spine, unable to look away.

Junpei took a step back, screaming, and ended up bumping into Nobara, who grabbed him firmly.

The figure slowly opened their eyes and, in a low, calm voice that made the air vibrate, said:

“Which one of you idiots,” they began with an icy glare, “decided to summon me?”

“Holy shit,” Nobara exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hand.

Yuuji stammered, searching for words that wouldn’t come out. His heart pounded in his chest, throat dry. For a moment, he seemed frozen, all the courage he thought he had evaporating.

Then, a clear thought cut through his panic: he had to protect his friends. And without thinking twice, he stepped forward.

“I-I summoned you,” he said, voice trembling but firm. “It’s… my fault. If you need anything… I don’t know… to send you back… I’ll do it.”

The figure studied him, head slightly tilted, as if evaluating the sincerity of his statement. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, with an imperceptible movement, their gaze sharpened, pierced, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile curved their lips.

“Very well,” they said. “But to send me back, you’ll have to make a pact with me.”

Yuuji felt a chill run down his spine.

Shit, should I give to him my blood? No, that was vampires. He corrected himself mentally.

“What do you mean by pact?” Yuuji stammered, trying to keep calm, while Junpei and Nobara stood frozen, terrified and confused at the same time.

The figure stepped even closer, the air around him seeming to vibrate.

“You’ll have to give me your firstborn.”

Yuuji’s mind went fuzzy and a nervous smile crept onto his lips.

“My firstborn?” he repeated, voice trembling.

The demon chuckled, crossing their arms over their chest.

“Exactly. Give me your firstborn, and I will return to where I came from.”

Yuuji’s brain had never worked so hard in his life. He had skimmed over what he was summoning and now remembered: he had summoned an incubus.

An incubus isn’t just any demon: it’s a demonic creature that manifests at night to have sexual relations.

Yuuji swallowed, trying to piece things together.

Okay, this could be really, really weird, he thought.

But in his mind, the demon’s words got completely twisted: “firstborn” triggered a totally different misunderstanding, one that made his face flush and his heart race in a way he couldn’t even admit to himself.

“Uh… well…” he began, trying to put a name to the creature in front of him.

“Megumi, that’s my name,” the demon replied, staring into his eyes with a trace of amusement that Yuuji couldn’t quite read.

“Y-Yeah… uh, Megumi,” the name slipped off his tongue like silk, “I don’t know how it works in your world, but here it only works if someone has—”

He cast a desperate glance at Nobara and Junpei, hoping they could save him from this awkward moment, but Nobara flipped him the middle finger and rushed out the door, dragging Junpei with her. Yuuji was left alone with Megumi.

The demon glanced out of the corner of his eye at their exit and sighed, narrowing his eyes. Slowly, he raised a hand, beginning to whisper words that seemed to vibrate in the air, sending a shiver down Yuuji’s spine.

Yuuji’s eyes widened and he grabbed Megumi’s wrist, stopping him.

Megumi looked at him, surprised, and froze as Yuuji immediately let go.

“Sorry!” Yuuji exclaimed, voice trembling. “But you were cursing my friends, and I couldn’t let you—”

Megumi cut him off with a sharp look, muttering, “Do you ever stop talking?” Then, lowering his head slightly and glancing at him through his lashes, he continued, “I wasn’t cursing them. I was erasing their memory of this encounter. My target is you, Itadori Yuuji.”

Yuuji’s heart raced uncontrollably.

My target… me? he thought, feeling a shiver that wasn’t just fear, but something strange, intense, making his head spin.

Megumi took a step closer, the faint hum of the book seeming to sync with Yuuji’s heartbeat.

“Why me?” Yuuji whispered, trying to make sense of it, but Megumi didn’t answer immediately. He just stared, silently, as if weighing every single thought in Yuuji’s mind.

A knot of tension twisted in Yuuji’s stomach. Then Megumi spoke again, his voice low and magnetic:

“Because you are different from the others. And you will have to make your pact.”

Yuuji felt blood freeze in his veins, and at the same time, a thrill of curiosity run down his spine.

He still didn’t understand everything, but one thing was crystal clear: he had to give him his firstborn.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward toward Megumi, who remained still, relaxed, as if nothing could shake him.

“Alright,” Yuuji murmured, voice trembling and low, “you will certainly have my firstborn.”

Megumi raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his magnetic eyes.

“You’re quite determined, it seems.”

Yuuji let his gaze wander down the demon’s figure, lingering on his narrow waist. “Are you all like this there?”

Megumi slightly furrowed his brows. “You don’t want to find out,” he said, smirking, his gaze sweeping over every corner of the room. “Now, for our pact—”

“I’m in. Absolutely,” Yuuji interrupted, without hesitation and without taking his eyes off Megumi.

Megumi studied him silently for a moment, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“…I’m glad you already have someone in mind to make a mother,” he said, his voice low and silky, like velvet brushing against skin.

Yuuji nodded, keeping his gaze locked on him, a nervous, eager smile appearing on his lips. “Yeah, me too.”

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and, with a decisive gesture, drew Megumi closer.

“Wha—” Megumi began, before being interrupted by Yuuji’s lips on his.

For Yuuji, there was no doubt: he had to get Megumi back where he came from. He had to give it his all, do his “job” well.

Megumi’s eyes widened, surprised by the human boldness. He hadn’t expected the mortal to act so quickly, so directly.

Yuuji’s lips were soft but insistent, pressing against Megumi’s, his tongue sliding inside to explore the nightmare’s hot, moist mouth. A strangled moan escaped Megumi’s lips, his body tensing for a moment, his heart—or whatever was pounding in his demonic chest—racing.

“What… what are you doing?” he murmured against Yuuji's lips, his voice trembling with surprise, but his incubus instincts betrayed him, making him respond to the kiss with a growing hunger.

As their mouths moved in a feverish rhythm, Yuuji's hands began to roam. He started at Megumi's neck, strong fingers caressing the sensitive skin, moving down on his shoulders.

Then Yuuji grabbed Megumi's tight hips, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his demonic body press against him. One hand traveled up his back, lightly scratching the smooth skin, while the other slid lower, an open palm brushing the curve of Megumi's firm ass.

Megumi gasped into the kiss, his eyes half-closed in shock.

He wasn't used to being caught off guard, he who was the predator, not the prey.

His demonic body reacting in unexpected ways to that direct human touch. He didn't have a dick, just that sensitive pussy between his legs, a secret of his being that made him vulnerable in ways he hated to admit.

His eyes stared at Yuuji with a mixture of surprise and distrust, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain control.

“Not so rush…,” Megumi murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper, his pale cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

But Yuuji, with a slow, mischievous smile, had no intention of rushing. He knew that with an incubus like Megumi, you had to work hard, earn every reaction, every moan.

He wasn't easy prey; he was a predator who was now in the wrong, and Yuuji wanted to savor every moment of that reversal.

Yuuji pulled his hands back slightly, letting the heat of Megumi's body fade for a moment.

"Shh, relax," he said softly, his voice low and reassuring, his eyes roaming over his face, noticing the way Megumi's lips parted in a trembling breath.

Instead of pushing further, Yuuji returned to the kiss, but this time gentler, his lips brushing Megumi's with light touches, as if tasting forbidden fruit. His tongue darted out only to lick the incubus's lower lip, making him shiver.

Megumi closed his eyes, surprised by the mortal's patience—usually, humans were frantic, desperate, but Yuuji seemed to be enjoying the game, the control he was slowly weaving.

Yuuji's hands resumed their journey, but with a deliberate slowness.

He started at Megumi's shoulders, fingers tracing invisible lines, trailing down his arms to his wrists. He lightly grasped Megumi's hands in his, intertwining their fingers for a moment, an almost tender gesture that contrasted with the lust in his eyes.

“You're so tense,” Yuuji murmured against Megumi's mouth, his hot breath making him shiver. “Let me take care of you. The deal's done, right? Now it's my turn to finish it.”

Megumi opened his mouth to protest, but Yuuji silenced him with another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue dancing softly against Megumi’s, exploring without haste.

As their tongues intertwined in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, Yuuji's hands slid to Megumi's hips again, open palms caressing the curve of his tense muscles beneath the lace.

He didn't push down immediately; Instead, he rubbed his thumbs against his hip bones, massaging them in slow circles that slowly relaxed Megumi's body.

Megumi made a strangled sound into the kiss, his demonic instinct urging him to respond, but surprise kept him anchored, his heart pounding against Yuuji's chest.

“What… are you doing?” Megumi managed to whisper when Yuuji pulled away for a second, his eyes half-closed and clouded with pent-up desire.

“I’m just getting started,” Yuuji replied with a grin, his voice heavy with promise.

His fingers slipped under the lace, grazing the skin of Megumi’s flat stomach, tracing light lines around his navel. Megumi arched his back involuntarily, a shiver running through him from head to toe.

Yuuji laughed softly, a low, vibrating sound, and continued teasing, his nails lightly scraping the sensitive skin, moving millimeter by millimeter downward, each time pausing just short of reaching their destination.

“You like it, don’t you? Say the truth,” Yuuji teased, his lips brushing Megumi’s ear, his teeth nipping delicately at the lobe.

Megumi shook his head, but his body betrayed him, his thighs instinctively tightening.

“I… I’m not used to this,” he admitted in a trembling voice, the surprise making him vulnerable.

He was the incubus, the one who seduced and dominated, not the one who was teased like an inexperienced mortal. But Yuuji gave him no respite.

Finally, his fingers reached Megumi's pants. Yuuji pulled down the zipper with slow movements, inch by inch.

He didn't immediately pull down the pants; instead, he slipped a hand inside, his fingers grazing the inside of Megumi's thigh, caressing the soft, warm skin. Megumi gasped, his legs trembling as Yuuji traced light lines inward, approaching his pussy without touching it directly.

"You're already wet, I can feel it," Yuuji whispered, his voice a satisfied purr. His fingers finally touched his outer lips, a feather-light touch that made Megumi jump.

"Ah!" Megumi exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise, his body tensing like a rope.

Yuuji didn't enter; he just teased, his fingertip caressing the rim of Megumi’s pussy, rubbing gently against his swollen clit without pressure, just light caresses that built the pleasure without releasing it.

Megumi gripped Yuuji's shoulders, his nails digging into human flesh.

“Yuuji— please,” he moaned, his voice cracking, surprised by his own plea.

It wasn't like him to beg, but the teasing was driving him wild, the heat pooling in his pussy, the moisture wetting Yuuji's fingers. Yuuji smiled, enjoying the power he had over him.

“Please what? Tell me what you want,” he teased, as a second hand joined the first, fingers gently parting Megumi’s pussy lips, exposing his sensitive center to the cool classroom air.

His thumb rubbed his clit in slow circles, while his index finger slid just the tip inside, moving in and out with minimal movements that teased the entrance without filling it.

Megumi writhed, his hips involuntarily pushing against those fingers, wanting more.

“More— touch more,” Megumi begged, his face contorted in a mixture of frustration and desire, surprise mingling with pleasure.

Yuuji obeyed slowly, inserting a finger deeper, curling it to rub against the hot, moist inner walls of Megumi’s pussy. The wet sound echoed softly, and Megumi moaned loudly, his head falling back.

Yuuji added a second finger, pushing them in with excruciating slowness, withdrawing almost completely before reentering, a rhythm that built the pleasure without haste.

“You’re so tight, so wet for me,” Yuuji murmured, his lips brushing Megumi’s neck, sucking gently on the skin to leave a red mark.

The fingers moved faster now, but still controlled, the thumb still teasing the clit, making it throb under the touch.

Megumi was a bundle of nerves, his body who trembled as Yuuji worked him patiently, every movement calculated to prolong the delicious torture. He felt the heat spreading from his lower belly, the walls of his pussy contracting around his intrusive fingers, but Yuuji wouldn't let him come; in fact, he slowed just as the pleasure mounted, laughing softly against his skin.

"Not yet, Megumi. I want to taste you first."

Finally, after minutes that seemed like eternity, Yuuji withdrew his fingers, glistening with moisture, and brought them to Megumi's lips, letting him lick the taste of himself. He obeyed, his tongue darting out to taste, his eyes hazy.

In one fluid motion, Yuuji grabbed the waistband of Megumi's pants and pulled them down, sliding them down his pale thighs to his ankles.

Megumi was exposed now, his pussy wet and swollen in the open air, his clit protruding invitingly.

He blushed violently, instinctively trying to close his legs, but Yuuji stopped him with his hands on his knees, slowly spreading them.

“Let me see,” he ordered softly, his eyes fixed on Megumi’s exposed pussy.

He slowly knelt before Megumi, who was sitting on the edge of a desk, his hands gripping the wood for support.

Yuuji moved closer, his hot breath fanning his sensitive pussy, making it twitch. He began with light kisses on Megumi’s inner thighs, his lips grazing the trembling skin, slowly moving up towards his center.

Megumi gasped, surprise overwhelming him again; no one had ever licked him like this, with such devotion.

Yuuji's tongue darted out, first licking the outer lips, tasting the salty moisture, then opening his pussy with his mouth, his nose rubbing against Megumi’s clit.

“God, you feel delicious,” Yuuji moaned against the flesh, his tongue dipping in, pushing and licking the inner walls with slow, deep strokes.

Megumi cried out softly, his hands burrowing into Yuuji's pink hair, pulling him closer. Yuuji’s warm mouth devoured him, the tongue swirling around his clit, sucking gently before biting lightly, teeth scraping painlessly.

Yuji alternated: sweeping licks that covered his entire pussy, then thrusts of his tongue that mimicked his fingers from before, gathering every drop of moisture.

The sound was obscene—wet smacks, muffled moans—and Megumi lost himself in it, his body arching as the pleasure mounted, finally free to explode under that patient, dedicated assault.

Yuuji didn't stop there, his mouth still pressed against Megumi's soaking pussy, his tongue plunging in with slow, voracious strokes, gathering every drop of juice that oozed copiously from the inner walls.

Megumi was a mess, his trembling thighs spread wide over the edge of the counter, his pants tangled around his ankles like chains holding his prisoner to that insistent human pleasure.

He was panting hard, moans escaping his throat hoarsely, his body arching as Yuuji's tongue swirled around his swollen clit, sucking as if trying to extract the demon's very soul.

But Yuuji wanted more: he wanted to break him, to make him come so hard he lost his mind, to turn that incubus into a begging whore, wet and broken with desire.

“It’s not enough,” Yuuji growled against the warm flesh, pulling away for a second, his lips slick with saliva and juices, his eyes fixed on Megumi’s exposed pussy, throbbing, red and swollen, begging for attention.

Megumi looked up at him through glazed eyes, his chest rising and falling, “Yuuji— enough, I… I can’t do this,” he stammered, but his voice was weak, betrayed by the way his hips bucked, seeking that contact again.

Yuuji laughed, a low, dirty sound, as he rose a little, his hands gripping Megumi’s thighs to hold them wider, fully exposing that wet pussy to his hungry gaze.

“Oh, no, Megumi. I want to make you come like a whore, I want your pussy to squirt all over for me. Look at it, it's so fucking wet, it's dripping like a fountain.”

His fingers rubbed roughly across his swollen pussy’s lips, parting them with a vulgar gesture, letting the cool air hit his exposed center, making it twitch. Megumi moaned, a high-pitched, desperate sound, his nails scraping the desk as his body betrayed him, a gush of moisture dripping onto the wood beneath him.

Yuuji wasted no time: he raised his right hand, palm open, and brought it down with a resounding slap directly on Megumi’s pussy, striking his pussy and clit with cruel precision.

The sound echoed in the empty classroom—a wet, obscene clap—and Megumi screamed, his body jerking as if electrocuted, his pussy walls contracting violently around nothing.

“Fuck, do you hear the sound? Your pussy getting slapped by a human,” Yuuji sneered, his voice laced with dirty lust as he admired the blush spreading across Megumi’s sensitive flesh, his lips swelling even more under the impact.

Megumi trembled, tears welling in his eyes from the shock mixed with the burning pleasure piercing through him.

"Ah! Yuuji, it hurts so good— fuck," he gasped, unable to deny how the pain mingled with the heat, making him throb harder.

Yuuji didn't give him a break: another slap, harder this time, his palm landing flat on his entire pussy, slapping his exposed clit with a delicious burn. Slap! Juice spurted out, spraying Yuuji's fingers, and Megumi cried out again, his hips involuntarily rising to offer more, his mind clouding in a whirlwind of sensations.

"Yes, like that, take another slap on your wet pussy. Feel the burn? It's for you, to drive you crazy, to make you beg to come."

Yuuji's hands didn't stop; He alternated slaps with cruel teasing, his left hand holding his lips apart while his right struck repeatedly—slap, slap, slap—each blow aimed at making his clit bounce, making his empty, hungry inner walls contract.

Megumi's pussy was a mess: red, swollen, covered in moisture that ran down his ass and dripped onto the counter, the sound of the slaps mingling with his raspy moans.

“Look at it dripping. Your pussy is begging me, clenching like a whore in heat every time I hit it. You want to come, right? You want to shoot all your cum for me?” Yuuji teased, leaning down to lick off some of that juice, his tongue grazing his bruised clit only to withdraw, leaving Megumi writhing in the void.

Megumi was lost, his head thrown back, his black hair plastered to his sweaty forehead,  “Yes— fuck, yes, hit me harder, pleasepleaseplease,” he begged, his voice cracking, surprised by his own depravity as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

Shit, he was such a masochist.

Yuuji obeyed eagerly, increasing the pace: quick, sharp slaps that made the flesh vibrate, alternating with pauses where his fingers teased his clit with light touches, pinching it between thumb and forefinger, tugging gently to tighten it, then releasing it with a pop.

“Do you feel this? Your clit is so hard, swollen and sensitive. I'm tormenting it, making it throb for me.”

He inserted two fingers abruptly into Megumi’s reddened pussy, thrusting them in forcefully, the wet, fleshy sound filling the air.

Megumi screamed, his walls tightening around the invading fingers, sucking them as if trying to hold them in, while Yuuji curved them to rub that inner spot that made him see stars.

"Fuck, you're tight even after all this slapping. Your pussy is milking my fingers, it wants to come, I can feel it."

He withdrew his fingers only to slap again, his wet palm landing with a wet splat, sending waves of pain-pleasure that made Megumi's entire lower abdomen contract.

Megumi was on the edge, his body shaking violently, his thighs trembling in Yuuji's hands, his pussy throbbing furiously under the assault.

“Yuu— I’m… I’m about to come, don’t stop,” Megumi mewls, his mind shattering, lost in that dirty game that was reducing him to nothing more than a hole to be used.

Yuuji intensified, his fingers returning to tease Megumi’s clit with quick, merciless circles, pinching it hard while his free hand slapped his swollen lips, alternating light and heavy strokes to build the climax.

“Come for me, Megumi. Squirt your pussy all over my palm, show me how dirty you are, how much you love being a slut.”

One last powerful slap, directly to his clit, and Megumi exploded: his body arched like a bow, a primal scream escaping his throat as his pussy contracted in violent spasms, spraying hot, abundant juices all over Yuuji's hand, the counter, even the floor.

He came hard, his mind going blindingly white, his inner walls pulsing around nothing, empty and hungry even at the height of pleasure.

Yuuji didn't stop right away, his fingers continuing to tease his hypersensitive clit through his orgasm, prolonging it until Megumi sobbed, his body collapsing exhausted against the counter, his red, throbbing pussy oozing the last residue.

The air in the classroom was thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and that demonic air that made everything dirtier, more real.

Megumi was panting, his eyes half-closed, his lips parted in an expression of total surrender, but Yuuji wasn't satisfied—not yet.

His cock pressed painfully against his pants, hard and swollen from the moment he'd started licking that juicy pussy, and now he wanted to end the pact right now.

"You came like a whore, huh? Squirted all over my palm," Yuuji muttered in a low, husky voice, his hands lazily grazing Megumi's inner thighs, tracing moist lines with his fingertips.

Megumi shivered at the touch, a soft moan escaping, but he didn't dare close his legs—he knew it was useless, that Yuuji was holding it open like a book to be leafed through at his leisure.

At that moment, Yuuji was the real demon.

Slowly, with a predatory grin, Yuuji rose to his feet, his fingers fumbling with the waistband of his pants. The metal of the buckle clinked softly in the silent classroom, and Megumi opened his eyes just enough to watch, his breathing quickening as Yuuji undid the button and pulled down the zipper with a screeching sound.

“Look what you did to me. My cock is rock hard from your wet pussy,” Yuuji said, pushing his pants and boxers down his muscular thighs, letting them fall in a heap at his feet.

His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the red head dripping precum in a shiny pearl, pulsing in the cool air of the room. He was large, curved slightly upward, ready to claim what he wanted, and Megumi stared at him with a mixture of hunger and terror, his pussy twitching involuntarily at the sight, betraying his exhausted body.

Yuuji moved closer again, grasping the base of his cock with one hand, squeezing it hard to expose the swollen veins. He didn't enter immediately—oh no, he wanted to torture him, he wanted to feel that icy demon begging like a slut in heat.

He positioned himself between Megumi's spread legs, his hot cock barely touching the outer lips of that pussy, tracing a slow, teasing line along Megumi’s wet slit.

“Do you feel this? My cock teasing your pussy. It's so fucking wet still, dripping for me,” he growled, pushing the tip against his swollen clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles, never pressing in.

The contact was electric: Megumi's sensitive skin tingled, a cool rush of moisture lubricating Yuuji's cockhead, making it slide more easily. Megumi moaned loudly, his hips instinctively rising to seek more, but Yuuji held them still with his other hand, pressing into his flat stomach.

“No, no. Not yet. Tell me how much you want it, Megumi. Beg me to fuck you.” Yuuji growled, leaning close to his face, “Beg me to give you my firstborn.”

Megumi writhed, his nails scraping the wood of the desk, sweat dripping down his neck as he fought back.

“Yuuji, fuck—,” he gasped, his voice cracking, but Yuuji laughed, a dirty, cruel sound, as he tilted his hips to slide the length of his cock along his slit, from base to clit, completely drenching himself with Megumi’s juices.

Then, Yuuji plunged two fingers—his index and middle fingers—straight into his wet slit, without warning, pushing them in hard up to the knuckles, feeling the warm, velvety inner walls tighten around him like a vice.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet in here. Your pussy sucks my fingers like it won’t let go,” Yuuji grunted, twisting his wrist to slide his fingers against Megumi’s sensitive walls, collecting sticky juices that dripped down his palm.

But he didn't stop there: he jerked his fingers back, only to plunge them in again, faster, harder, pumping in and out with a brutal rhythm that made clear juices spurt out with each thrust.

The sound was obscene and Megumi arched his back, a hoarse cry escaping his lips as the violent pleasure overwhelmed him.

Then, Yuuji used the thumb of his other hand to attack his swollen clit, pressing it violently and rubbing it in fast, furious circles, as if trying to peel it alive.

The little nub was hypersensitive from previous orgasms, and every touch was an electric shock that sent uncontrollable spasms through Megumi's body.

“Look at this clit, all red and swollen for me. I rub it so hard it hurts, huh? But you like it, don't you? It makes you drip like a fountain,” Yuuji laughed, increasing the speed, his thumb vibrating against Megumi’s clit while the fingers inside his pussy curved to hit that spongy spot inside, massaging it with sharp, repeated strokes.

Megumi writhed on the counter, his legs shaking violently, his nails scraping the wood as he tried to withstand the onslaught.

“Yuuji! Fuck, that’s too fast— you’re going to break me, ah!” he moaned, but his body betrayed him: his pussy contracted around the invading fingers, spurting hot moisture that soaked Yuuji’s wrist and dripped onto the floor.

Yuuji didn’t slow down: on the contrary, he sped up, his fingers pistoning in and out, hitting the inner walls violently, while his thumb tormented his clit mercilessly, alternating quick rubs with cruel pinches that made the bud swell even more.

“Feel how I’m opening you up, Megumi?” he growled, leaning down to spit directly onto his exposed clit, his saliva lubricating the contact and making everything slippery, dirtier.

The stream of saliva dripped down, mixing with Megumi's juices, and Yuuji used his thumb to spread it, rubbing with a fury that made Megumi's entire pelvis vibrate.

Megumi screamed, his hips rising and falling in uncontrollable spasms, his pussy tightening ever tighter around Yuuji's fingers, as if he wanted to bite them.

To intensify the torture, Yuuji added a third finger, thrusting it in with a sharp thrust that stretched his pussy beyond its limits, his walls painfully tightening around the invasion.

Pumping all three fingers in and out at breakneck speed, his palm slapping against his swollen lips with each thrust, sending waves of pain and pleasure that made Megumi's eyes water.

His clit received no respite: Yuuji’s thumb squeezed, rolled, pinched violently, alternating between light touches only to return to rubbing furiously, as if trying to set it ablaze.

The air filled with raspy, wet moans, Megumi's body sweating profusely, sweat dripping down his slender chest as he thrashed uselessly against Yuuji's dominance.

“You're about to come, I can feel it. Your pussy is contracting like a whore in heat, sucking my fingers,” Yuuji murmured, leaning down to lick a drop of sweat from Megumi's neck, nibbling at the pale skin as he accelerated further.

The fingers inside his pussy moved in a whirlwind, hitting that sensitive spot with quick, precise strokes, while the thumb on his clit vibrated with a violence that made Megumi's thighs tremble.

Megumi was lost: his head thrown back, his mouth open in a continuous scream, his body tensing as the orgasm approached like a storm.

“Yuuji! I can't take it— I'm going to— fuck, I'm going to squirt!” he screamed, and then exploded.

His pussy contracted violently around Yuuji's fingers, a powerful gush of hot liquid spurting out, soaking his hand, the counter, and even the floor beneath them. It spurted in irregular arcs, each contraction expelling more juice, while Yuuji didn't stop, continuing to pump his fingers in and out, rubbing his clit with equal ferocity to prolong the agony of pleasure.

Megumi shook like a leaf, sobs mingling with moans escaping him as he squirted again and again, his body exhausted but hypersensitive, each touch sending new shocks through his nerves.

Yuuji slowly withdrew his fingers, only to slap his wet pussy with his open palm, a resounding blow that spurted more fluid and made Megumi scream.

“Good boy. You squirted like a fountain for my fingers, even more than us humans,” Yuuji said, licking his juice-covered fingers, savoring the sweet taste (maybe typical of incubus) with a satisfied grin.

He stared at Megumi's pussy, still trembling and wet from his violent orgasm, hus red, swollen lips twitching as if begging to be filled.

Megumi was a wreck—sweating, panting, his eyes glazed over with pure lust and total submission—and Yuuji couldn't resist any longer. His cock throbbed painfully, veiny and rock-hard, the swollen head oozing precum from pent-up desire.

"Fuck, I'm going to fill you up," Yuuji growled, grabbing Megumi's thighs with both hands and pulling them up, draping them over his broad shoulders.

Megumi's legs bent obediently, fully exposing his open, soaking pussy, his taut ass jutting out invitingly. In one fluid motion, Yuuji positioned himself between those thighs, the tip of his cock brushing against Megumi’s wet entrance, gathering hot juices that made him groan softly.

“Give it to me, Yuu— your seed. I want your firstborn inside me, I want to have your baby,” Megumi whispered, his voice cracking with need, his hands gripping Yuuji's shoulders as if afraid he might pull away.

Yuuji grinned, his cock still hard and throbbing against the wet entrance of Megumi's pussy, his swollen lips inviting him in.

“You'll have it, little demon. I'll fill you up until you're pregnant,” he replied, leaning down to capture Megumi's lips in a fierce kiss.

Their mouths connected urgently, tongues entwining in a wet, possessive duel, Yuuji nibbling Megumi's lower lip as he pushed the head of his cock against his hot opening. Megumi moaned into Yuuji's mouth, his legs spreading wider, fully exposing his soaking pussy.

The kiss deepened, Yuuji sucking on Megumi's tongue, savoring the sweetness, while with a slow movement of his hips, he began to penetrate him. The tip entered slowly, stretching his tight walls with a wet sound, and Megumi gasped against Yuuji's lips, his body tensing to welcome him.

It wasn't a gentle penetration: Yuuji pushed deeper, inch by inch, feeling Megumi's pussy enveloping him like a warm, velvety sheath, light contractions massaging his entire length.

"Fuck, you're so sweet to me— your pussy wants all of me, doesn't it? To bear me my child," Yuuji murmured between kisses, their lips brushing moistly, their teeth scraping lightly.

Megumi returned the kiss hungrily, his tongue invading Yuuji's mouth, his hands tugging at his hair to pull him closer.

"Yesyesyes— fill me up, Yuuji. Make me yours, ,make me pregnant with your firstborn,” he begged, his voice vibrating against the Yuuji’s mouth as his cock sank all the way in, his balls pressing against his exposed ass.

Once fully buried, Yuuji grabbed Megumi’s thighs again, pulling them up and draping them over his broad shoulders, his fingers digging into the soft flesh to keep them from falling again. Megumi’s body was now bent over, his pussy wide open and filled with his cock, his ass sticking out invitingly.

A hand slid down to Megumi's ass, palm caressing the reddened skin.

“Keep your legs here, okay? You're not moving while I fuck you,” Yuuji ordered, and he landed a resounding slap on his right buttock, the sound echoing through the room as he pulled his hips back to thrust in again, a slow, deep thrust that made Megumi moan into their joined mouths.

They continued kissing, their lips moving with feverish passion, Yuuji licking the inside of Megumi's mouth as he pumped with a deliberate rhythm, each thrust filling him to the hilt, rubbing against his sensitive inner walls.

His pussy contracted around his cock, hot juices dripping down the base, and Megumi responded to the kiss urgently, biting Yuuji's lip against the sting of the slap on his ass.

"More, please—" Megumi whispered against Yuuji’s lips, and Yuuji obeyed, his hand landing another slap on his left buttock, leaving a red mark that pulsed in sync with his thrusts.

The rhythm settled into a cruel, intimate dance: Yuuji thrust with controlled force, his cock sliding in and out of Megumi’s wet pussy with liquid pops, while his hand held his thighs firmly to his shoulders, pinning Megumi in that vulnerable position.

“Feel how I open you up, Megumi? My cock slams into you, preparing you for my seed and our child,” Yuuji grunted, breaking away from Megumi’s lips only to nibble on his neck, then returning to kiss him possessively, his tongue invading as he slightly quickened his thrusts, but without haste, prolonging the torment.

Megumi was in ecstasy, his body trembling under Yuuji’s weight, his pussy throbbing around the invasion, his swollen clit rubbing against the veiny base of Yuuji’s cock with every movement.

"Oh fuck—" he moaned, his lips seeking Yuuji's for another desperate kiss, his hands caressing his sweaty face.

Megumi's thighs, held on his shoulders, clenched uselessly, his body exposed and submissive, while the kisses became slower, deeper, exploring every corner of their mouths as if sealing the pact with saliva and sweat.

Yuuji shifted the angle slightly, lifting Megumi's hips with his grip on his thighs, allowing his cock to rub against that sensitive spot inside him.

Megumi sobbed into the kiss, his tongue trembling against Yuuji's, the desire for pregnancy consuming him, but Yuuji's deliberate rhythm kept him suspended, the pleasure building slowly, without exploding.

The rhythm of Yuuji's thrusts became more insistent, his cock sinking into Megumi's pussy with precise, deep strokes, rubbing against that spot inside him that made him tremble.

Their lips were still joined in a wet, hungry kiss, their tongues licking each other urgently, but Megumi felt the pleasure building unstoppably, his body tightening like a rope on the verge of snapping.

“Yuu” he mewls, “I’m— I’m coming,” he gasped against Yuuji’s mouth, his nails digging into Yuuji’s shoulders, scraping the skin with burning red lines as the orgasm overwhelmed him.

Megumi’s pussy clenched violently around Yuuji’s cock, pulsing in rhythmic spasms that squeezed him like a hot, wet vice. A gush of juices shot out, wetting the base of Yuuji's cock and dripping onto his balls, as Megumi cried out into the kiss, his body arching beneath him, his thighs shaking on Yuuji’s shoulders.

Megumi squirted forcefully, the hot liquid spurting with each contraction, drenching their joined bodies, but Yuuji didn't stop. Instead of slowing, he continued thrusting in at the same cruel pace, his cock slamming in and out of his swollen, sensitive pussy, prolonging the orgasm in painfully sweet waves.

“It doesn't end here, little demon. We haven't completed the deal yet.” Yuuji growled, breaking away from Megumi's lips only to nibble on his neck, leaving a red mark before returning to kiss him possessively.

Megumi's nails scratched harder now, trailing down Yuuji's back, leaving deep grooves that made Yuuji moan in pleasure mixed with pain.

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy,” Yuuji panted, his free hand moving up to Megumi’s chest, fingers pinching his hard, sensitive nipples, twisting them cruelly through the lace.

Megumi sobbed into the kiss, his body exhausted but hypersensitive, his pussy still contracting around the cock that mercilessly invaded it. Yuuji used his thumb to rub his swollen clit, circling with firm pressure as he pumped his hips, his thrusts slapping against the wet flesh.

“Feel how I tease you here? Your clit is mine, I torment it while I fuck you,” he murmured against Megumi’s lips, his fingers alternating between pinching his nipples—pulling, twisting, squeezing—making them redden and throb in time with the burning of his overstimulated pussy.

Another spurt of juices escaped from Megumi's pussy, weaker but just as wet. Yuuji laughed softly, the sound vibrating against Megumi's skin as he slightly quickened his thrusts, his cock rubbing against his swollen inner walls, prolonging the torment.

The hand on his clit wouldn't stop, rubbing and pinching the sensitive nub, making it throb under the touch, while the other hand moved from one nipple to the other, twisting them forcefully until Megumi moaned again.

“Beg me. Tell me how much you want my seed to fill you,” Yuuji said, leaning in to lick a hard nipple before biting it lightly, then returning to Megumi’s lips for a deep, wet kiss, his tongue invading as he continued to fuck relentlessly.

Megumi was a wreck, his body squirming weakly under Yuuji, his thighs still firmly on Yuuji’s shoulders, his pussy leaking juices mixed with residual squirt. His nails scraped Yuuji's arms now, leaving red marks that only further aroused him, driving him to torment his nipples with greater intensity.

His clit was a point of fire under Yuuji's fingers, rubbed in rapid circles that sent sparks through Megumi’s body, while his cock filled it with every thrust, stretching and stimulating without respite.

“P-Please— don't stop, make me pregnant, fill me up,” Megumi moaned, his lips swollen and moist, the desire for pregnancy consuming him despite the overstimulation that made him tremble.

Yuuji obeyed, his thrusts becoming deeper and more rhythmic, his thumb pressing insistently on his clit while his fingers teased his nipples in tandem, twisting and rubbing them.

He felt Megumi's body give way completely beneath him, his pussy still throbbing and wet, gripping him weakly as his thrusts became slower, but no less possessive.

With a satisfied grin, Yuuji slowly pulled away from the kiss, his swollen, moist lips brushing against Megumi's in a final, possessive touch.

“Not yet, get up,” he commanded in a low, hoarse voice, his hands sliding under Megumi’s trembling thighs, gripping them tightly to lift him off the counter.

Yuuji’s cock exited Megumi’s pussy with a wet, obscene sound, leaving a trail of juices dripping down his swollen, red lips, as Megumi moaned at the sudden loss, the emptiness making him twitch uselessly.

“You’re so cute. Should I hold you like this forever, huh?” Yuuji murmured against Megumi’s ear, nibbling on the earlobe before licking it with his warm tongue.

He reached a nearby chair, the one at the professor’s desk, and sat down with a thud, his legs spread as he placed Megumi astride him, forehead to forehead, his erect, wet cock rubbing against his sensitive pussy, tracing a moist line across his inner lips.

Megumi’s thighs were already trembling, weak and hypersensitive from his orgasm and squirt, his knees brushing against Yuuji’s as he was positioned exactly where he wanted them.

“Now move, Megumi. Ride my cock like the pregnant slut you want to be. Show me how much you want my seed in your womb,” Yuuji commanded, his hands gripping Megumi's hips with cruel fingers, his nails digging into the soft flesh to guide him down.

The glans of Yuuji’s cock pressed against the entrance of his pussy, slowly stretching it as Megumi tried to obey, lowering himself with a strangled moan, but his thighs gave way almost immediately, shaking violently like leaves in the wind, allowing him to slide only halfway.

"Fuck, look how destroyed you are— your thighs can't even take it, huh?" Yuuji laughed, the deep, mischievous sound vibrating against Megumi's chest.

He loved seeing him like this: the proud incubus reduced to a panting wreck, his eyes glazed over with tears of pleasure and frustration, his mouth half-open, mumbling incoherent words—"Yuu, I can't— fill me, please…"—as he tried to move again, his hips buckling weakly, but only ending up rubbing his pussy against his cock without fully penetrating it.

Yuuji held him still for a moment, enjoying the spectacle, his hands moving up to pinch the still red and sensitive nipples, twisting them forcefully until Megumi arched his back in a sob.

“Try harder. Lift that ass and slam it down on my cock, or I won’t make you come,” Yuuji ordered, one hand sliding between Megumi’s legs to rub his swollen clit with his thumb, circling with insistent pressure while the other hand lightly slapped his exposed pussy, the palm landing on his wet lips with a loud, wet sound.

Megumi cried out, his body clenching, his thighs trembling even more as he tried to obey, pushing himself down with a desperate effort.

Yuuji’s cock finally entered fully, stretching his tight, throbbing pussy, filling him to the hilt with a thrust that made him moan loudly, his inner walls gripping that thick cock like a hot, wet vice.

But Megumi was exhausted, a true pillow princess, completely surrendering, his thighs vibrating uselessly as he tried to rise and fall, his movements slow and awkward, more like writhing than actual riding.

"Yuuji, h-help me—" Megumi mumbled, his voice broken and pleading as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Yuuji groaned in appreciation, his cock throbbing inside him at the pathetic sound, his hands gripping Megumi’s hips and helping him move, thrusting up and down in a controlled rhythm, the sound of his pussy slapping against his wet balls echoing in the empty room.

“Like that, baby, mumble for me, tell me how much you want me,” Yuuji growled, leaning down to capture Megumi’s lips in a brutal kiss, his tongue invading his parted mouth, licking and sucking as he bounced on his lap.

One hand returned to Megumi’s clit, pinching it cruelly between his fingers, making it throb and swell further, while the other squeezed his buttock until Megumi moaned into the kiss.

Megumi's thighs trembled relentlessly, yielding to every assisted thrust, his pussy oozing juices down Yuuji's cock, wetting both their thighs in a sticky, obscene mess.

Megumi tried to move on his own again, his hips gyrating feebly, but ended up only rubbing his clit against Yuuji's pubic bone, sending sparks of overstimulation through his exhausted body.

“Fuckfuckfuck— you fill me so good— give me your seed, Yuuji, fill me up,” he muttered against the Yuuji’s lips, his breath short and ragged, his nails clawing at Yuuji’s back, leaving deeper marks as the pleasure consumed him.

Yuuji laughed again, low and possessive, accelerating his thrusts from below, his cock sinking in sharp, deep strokes, rubbing that inner spot that made his sensitive pussy spasm uncontrollably.

“You’re so good, just a little more and I’ll let you come,” he promised, biting Megumi’s lower lip before licking it, his fingers never stopping tormenting his clit and nipples in a cruel, relentless rhythm.

Yuuji’s thrusts became more insistent, his cock sinking into Megumi’s pussy with rhythmic, deep thrusts, each thrust rubbing against his sensitive inner walls, stretching them mercilessly. Megumi, exhausted and trembling on Yuuji’s thighs, muttered broken words against his sweaty neck, his nails digging into the skin in shallow, desperate scratches.

“I can't… take it anymore— I'm… I'm going to…” he moaned, his body suddenly stiffening, his pussy contracting around Yuuji’s thick member in violent spasms, as if he wanted to milk every inch of him.

Yuuji felt the change, the way his inner walls pulsed and tightened, and he quickened his pace, his hands gripping Megumi's hips with brutal force, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, leaving red bruises.

“Come for me, baby. Squirt on this cock again, show me how broken and wet you are for me,” he growled against Megumi's ear, his voice hoarse and full of dominance, as one hand slid between their legs again to pinch his swollen, hypersensitive clit.

He twisted it cruelly between thumb and forefinger, rubbing it in quick, pressing circles, while his other hand moved up to his chest, squeezing a reddened nipple and twisting it until Megumi's back arched in a painful arc.

Pleasure exploded in Megumi like a broken dam, his body trembling violently on Yuuji's thighs, his legs giving out completely as a hoarse cry escaped his swollen lips.

His pussy contracted in powerful waves, spurting a hot, copious stream of juices that soaked Yuuji's groin, dripping down his cock and onto his taut balls, making a wet, obscene sound with every thrust.

"Yesyesyes— I squirt— Yuuji, yes!" Megumi slurred, tears streaming down his cheeks as his clit throbbed under the cruel fingers, pleasure overwhelming him in uncontrollable spasms, his belly contracting as if already yearning to be filled.

The juices spurted again, a second jet soaking both their thighs, leaving Megumi trembling and panting, his pussy still pulsing around the intruding cock, squeezing it in a hot, wet grip.

Yuuji moaned deeply at the sensation, his cock swelling further inside his contracting pussy, his walls massaging him irresistibly.

“So good— you squirt so hard for me, huh? Now I'm going to fill you up, Megumi. I'm going to flood your womb with my hot cum, I'm going to make you pregnant just as you desire,” he promised in a strangled voice, his thrusts becoming erratic and powerful, sinking all the way in with each thrust, his glans pressing against Megumi's cervix, rubbing it insistently.

The contact sent Megumi straight into subspace, his mind emptying of everything but Yuuji.

Megumi's eyes glazed over, his pupils dilated in total ecstasy, his body surrendering completely, his inner walls contracting in spasms devoted only to him, milking Yuuji’s cock as if wanting to melt him inside him.

There were no more thoughts, only Yuuji, his heat, his impending seed, the pact sealing itself in his womb.

With an animalistic growl, Yuuji finally came, his cock throbbing violently as hot, thick spurts of cum erupted inside Megumi's pussy, filling him to the brim.

The first spurt hit his inner walls forcefully, flooding his womb in a sticky, possessive wave, while Yuuji thrust his hips upward, sinking as deep as he could to seal in every drop.

“Take it all, Megumi. You’re pregnant now, carrying my firstborn,” he groaned, his voice breaking into a moan as a second and third spurt followed, cum dripping down his cock, mixing with Megumi’s juices in a creamy mess that dripped from his swollen pussy lips.

“Yes, fill me— pregnant— yours…” Megumi mumbled weakly, his body collapsing against Yuuji's chest, his trembling thighs rubbing uselessly against Yuuji’s, exhausted and satisfied.

Yuji held him tightly, his cock still buried inside him, throbbing faintly as his seed spread through his womb, sealing the deal with that raw, total union.

Yuji's hands lazily caressed Megumi's back, a gentle contrast to the brutality, as they both panted in the empty room, the air thick with sweat, juices, and the musky scent of unbridled sex.

Megumi let out a soft breath, his chest rising and falling as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

“Are you sure you’re not the demon here?” he murmured, voice hoarse and broken.

Yuuji laughed, a warm, genuine laugh that made his chest tremble against Megumi’s. “I mean… I do have a certain reputation,” he muttered, with a crooked half-smile.

His hand continued to move along Megumi’s back, slow and careful, a surprisingly tender contrast to the force with which he had fucked him moments before.

“Anyway… you misunderstood,” Megumi murmured, straightening up with effort. A shiver ran down his spine as he tried to regain some composure; he was still too sensitive and Yuuji's cock buried inside him wasn't helping.

Yuuji’s hand suddenly stopped. He looked at Megumi, brows furrowed, confusion painted across his face. “What do you mean?” he asked. “The pact was to give me your firstborn and—” He scanned Megumi slowly from head to toe, lingering just a little too long lower down. “—I’d say there’s no doubt you’ll be pregnant.”

Megumi huffed, running a hand through his sweaty hair, visibly irritated… and embarrassed. “I meant in the future, idiot.” He crossed his arms over his chest, careful not to brush against his flushed, sensitive skin. “When you’d have a family. When in the future you’d have a firstborn to sacrifice.”

The silence that followed was heavy.

Yuuji kept staring at him, too focused, too present. Megumi lowered his gaze, his cheeks warming against his will. “You didn’t… have to involve me like this,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

It took a few seconds for Yuuji’s brain to put all the pieces together.

Oh.

Oh.

“Oh, shit,” Yuuji whispered, bringing a hand to his mouth.

So, recapping: he had just had sex and, most likely, impregnated a demon.

By accident.

Top experience of his life, by the way.

“And now—?” he started, but the words died in his throat.

A sudden light manifested in the room, intense, almost blinding. The air shifted abruptly, charged with a different, oppressive presence.

Megumi’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit.”

“Well, well!” said a cheerful, far-too-satisfied voice. “Megumi, I’d say something definitely went wrong.”

Before them appeared a celestial figure: a man with white hair, draped in a robe that left little to the imagination, and with blue eyes so clear and piercing they seemed capable of reading straight into your soul.

“Gojo,” Megumi muttered through clenched teeth, trying to cover himself as best he could. He couldn’t stand—not just because he’d probably collapse from exhaustion, but also because… well, he’d make a mess on the floor.

Yuuji stayed silent, utterly, hopelessly confused. Everything was reaching levels of absurdity that, for a moment, made him envy Nobara and Junpei for having run away.

Gojo sighed, bringing a hand to his forehead as if he already regretted coming down to that room. Damn, Megumi thought, being the head of incubuses must really be stressful.

“Okay,” he said, smiling far too serenely despite having two naked people in front of him, “let’s do a quick review of the basic rules, since someone—” he shot a pointed glance at Megumi “—decided to ignore all of them in a single night.”

Megumi clenched his jaw. “Don’t start.”

“Oh no, I’m definitely starting.” Gojo crouched slightly to be at their level, his tone cheerful, almost sing-song. “Rule number one: incubuses can interact with humans. Seduce, tease, play with desires…”

He waved his hand vaguely, as if listing ingredients for a recipe.

“But they can never, and I mean never, consummate a full union.”

Yuuji swallowed.

Gojo continued, unfazed. “Why? Because the boundary between worlds is delicate. A full union creates a bond. A bond creates consequences.” He smiled. “And guess what? When there’s a potential new life involved, the consequences become permanent.”

A heavy silence fell.

Megumi looked away. “I know.”

“Ah, you know?” Gojo countered, tilting his head. “Because from where I’m standing, you broke it, tied a nice little bow on it, and then jumped in headfirst.”

Yuuji timidly raised a hand. “Sorry to interrupt, but… what happens now?”

Gojo turned to him, his smile softening. “Fair question.” Then he looked back at Megumi. “Now comes the fun part. Or terrifying. Depends on the point of view.”

He stood up and crossed his arms.

“Megumi Fushiguro, for breaking a primordial law and potentially creating a new life with a human, you have two options.”

He raised a finger.

“Option one: death.”

Yuuji went pale. “W-WHAT—”

“Calm, calm,” Gojo interrupted with a laugh. “It’s not over yet.”

He raised a second finger.

“Option two: rebirth.”

Megumi slowly lifted his gaze. “…rebirth?”

“Exactly.” Gojo nodded. “You’d be reborn as a human. Human body. Human life. No powers, no metaphorical wings, no demonic instincts.”

He paused, then added casually, “Ah, and of course, you’d forget everything. Your past as an incubus. Your world. Your rules. All of it.”

Yuuji felt his stomach tighten. “So, he wouldn’t remember… us?”

Gojo looked at him, serious for a moment. “No.”

Megumi closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. The choice weighed like a sentence, either way.

Gojo sighed again, but this time the smile returned, crooked and ironic. “Let’s just say the universe doesn’t like it when someone plays dirty with its laws. But…” he shrugged, “…every now and then, it grants a second chance. Even if it comes at a cost.”

Megumi pressed his lips together. “If I chose rebirth,” he began, staring at Gojo, “where would I end up?”

He paused briefly, then added with a hint of irony, “I hope not naked in an empty college classroom.”

Gojo chuckled, casting a quick glance at Itadori, who had remained silent the entire time. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”

Then he crossed his arms and went serious again. “So, Megumi… what’s your decision?”

Megumi took a deep breath. He turned to Yuuji, looking at him one last time as if he wanted to etch that face into his memory. He raised a hand and gently brushed Yuuji’s cheek.

“Don’t think of me too much.”

Yuuji smiled at him, even as an inexplicable weight pressed on his chest. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Megumi narrowed his eyes, stepped closer, and without even glancing at Gojo, said firmly, “I want to be reborn.”

Gojo smiled, an unusually affectionate smile, and nodded.

When Megumi kissed Yuuji one last time, Gojo recited the spell. A soft light enveloped them both, and within moments, sleep claimed them.

Gojo cast one last glance at Megumi, letting slip a faint, wistful smile.

He would miss that kid he’d raised in the shadows, but he knew better than anyone that he deserved a second chance.

Several days later, in the quiet of his room, Yuuji heard a knock at the door.

The sound was soft, almost hesitant.

With a sigh, he pulled himself up from the bed, where he’d been lying staring at the ceiling for minutes—or maybe hours—and dragged his feet to the entrance. When he opened the door, time seemed to slow down.

Slightly tousled black curls, as if they hadn’t decided which way to fall.

And those green eyes.

Yuuji felt his heart constrict violently in his chest, as if someone had grabbed it with force. It was him. Every line of his face, every detail etched into his memory without him even realizing.

Megumi.

For a moment, Yuuji froze, unable to speak, unable even to breathe properly.

“Uh… Itadori Yuuji, right?” the boy in front of him asked, voice low and a little uncertain.

Yuuji immediately nodded, too quickly. He swallowed.

Of course he remembered. He remembered everything.

“I’m Megumi Fushiguro,” he continued, clutching the strap of the bag slung over his shoulder, unaware of everything that had happened before this moment, “I’ll be your roommate.”

Roommate.

Those words hit Yuuji harder than any spell ever could. For Megumi, it was just the beginning of something new. For him, it was the return of everything he had never truly let go of.

Yuuji stepped aside to let him in, a slightly crooked smile on his face, his eyes burning.

“Nice to meet you,” he finally said, his voice far too normal.

Even though inside, he thought only one thing:

Welcome back, even if you don’t know it.

Yuuji closed the door behind them with a soft thud.

Megumi set his bag on the empty bed and looked around, studying the room with a curious gaze, as if measuring a life that didn’t yet belong to him. “I hope I’m not a terrible roommate,” he said, almost to break the silence.

Yuuji shook his head. “No, it’s fine.”

He paused. “I’m sure we’ll get along.”

Megumi gave him a half-smile, one of those spontaneous, unaware ones. And Yuuji felt something break and mend at the same time. It wasn’t the smile he remembered—missing that old weight, that dark certainty—but it was still his.

“Strange,” Megumi murmured suddenly, furrowing his brow. “I have this feeling that I already know you.”

Yuuji held his breath. For a moment, he truly feared everything would come rushing back.

Then he smiled. Slow. Calm.

“It happens,” he said. “Maybe we were just meant to meet.”

Megumi laughed softly, nodding. “Yeah. Maybe.”

They both sat on their respective beds, the silence no longer heavy. It was different. New. Clean.

Yuuji glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

He was no longer an incubus.

He didn’t remember pacts, rules, or sacrifices.

He didn’t remember that day, or the kisses that had lingered until their lips were worn.

But he was alive.

Human.

Here.

And that was enough.

Yuuji lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, finally feeling his chest lighten after days. Whatever it had been, it had meant something.

He closed his eyes, letting himself sink into one last thought.

This time, he told himself, we can really start over.