《Rewritten Kink & Lemons!!!》Kink #27. Megumi Fushiguro
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: Megumi Fushiguro
: Jujutsu Kaisen
: 18+
: Choking
~Y/n pov~
Training was going smoothly- or as smoothly as it could go. Megumi wasn't giving me a break to breathe. He'd find different ways to beat me, trip me, distract me, and pin me down.
He'd win some. I'd almost win others.
It wasn't completely fair but it was something; now I was blocking his hits and dodging his throws. I was backing up as he followed me, he aimed to throw a punch and I ducked beneath it, but was too close to his other hand that immediately snapped to grab me and shove me back into the wall.
"Now, how do you plan to esca-?"
"Ah~" I moaned without hesitation.
Megumi was frozen by my reaction. And I was mortified.
Oh shit. Did I just moan from being grabbed?!
"You didn't just-?"
"N-No! It jus-"
"You moaned."
"I didn't moan-!"
"You liar. You like being grabbed by the neck?" He asked astounded.
I knew my face was exposing my truthful answer. I broke out eye contact and nodded weakly for my answer.
"Wow, you just like to surprise me more and more~" he added, my eyes caught sight of the very large tent in his pants.
"You. . . Megumi?" I mumbled, his hand slid up towards my jaw as he squeezed my throat gently, I lightly gasped as I let my head slightly tilt back.
"Mm~ So you do like being choked." He smirked, his finger tracing the jugular in my neck as he lowered his face to my ear- pressing a soft kiss on my shoulder as he chuckled breathlessly.
"M-Megumi- Ghn~" I mewled- he pressed his thigh into my sopping core before slowly grinding himself on me.
I coughed when he released my throat before turning me around and pressing me against the wall with my arm behind my back.
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"I think we should take this to my room~" he whispered.
And in short time, we arrived and both of us were already naked. I was pushed onto the bed as he knelt between my legs. His hand instantly grabbing my neck as he used his fingers to snake inside of my dripping petals, a strangled cry left my lips as I felt his hand squeeze my airpipe just right.
I held his forearm as he scissored his fingers inside of me, knuckles deep before pulling them out and cleaning them up with his tongue. My moans were flowing out of me as soon as he released my neck.
Gasps and coughs left my vocals when he slowly and gently penetrated my fleshy crimson walls. He shuddered above me as he started to rock his hips, his hand found my neck as he rose up slightly and started to piston his hips away with speed and ferocity.
Choked and weak squeals and wheezes dripped from my lips as I watched his feral expression on me. My tears were prickling on the edges of my eyes, my vision running blurry as my legs spread out wider for him to fuck me harder.
His grip was getting tighter and tighter, I could handle it, but I loved it so much. My air was cut off as I whined, his sweat dripping on my bouncing breasts, my stomach growing tighter with pain, bliss and the urge for release.
My body was tingling with my arriving climax, my thighs quivering with his heavy, rough pace. I smelled his musk as his hair dripping with his salty juices; I knew he was going to leave a handprint on my throat in the morning, but I didn't give a damn.
I wanted it. I wanted him.
"H-Harder~ Choke me~ Fucking mark me, Megumi!!~" I screamed out as the last tightened string of my orgasm snapped.
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Sending a flood wave of glee, satisfaction and rapture all over my body. Sending my brain into a wild episode, my vision seeing white and black dots as he clenched my neck on last time and let go, letting me breathe and feel the oxygen flow into my lungs again as he pulled out and cummed all over my navel and right below my breasts.
I gasped for my air as I trembled beneath him. He was shaking as he panted for his own air, his hand resting on my knee when he looked at me.
"I-I didn't hurt you, did I-?"
"No. . . No, no. . . I-I'm just fine~ Heh~ I loved it~" I smirked.
Megumi smiled before leaning down to kiss me, his lips grazing over my ear before his tongue licked my earlobe and he whispered.
"I can't wait to buy you a leash~"
Day 27 ✔️
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