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IJICHI HAS ALWAYS been a good man.
Not one of power, but of kindness and care.
He has helped wobbly-kneed old ladies cross the street. Has let himself get yelled at for the tiniest, most trivial things. Has pleased every single person he's come across in this life.
If Ryomen Sukuna, the most prideful being on Earth, were asked to describe Ijichi, he would call him the grand master of subservience. Laugh right in his face for being so eager to please others and subject him to denigration that could make an entire crowd of grown men cry (such would send Ijichi to the grave).
If you, his lover, were asked to describe him, you would call him your little puppy dog. Caress his cheeks and make him blush 'til he was glowing red in your hands.
Although... his cheeks aren't the only thing burning red at the moment.
You slide the whip along his red cock. Ijichi trembles at the slow slide of the cold leather along the straining length of his cock, moaning your name into the gag stuck between his mouth.
"Jesus Ijichi, you're actually getting off on this..." You let out a breathy laugh, your folds swelling from between your legs. You whip the lashed flesh of his stomach seven times. He jerks with each one, gasping. "You're even dirtier than I am."
His hips thrust into the dangerous skin of the whip, a helpless movement that entices you. Your hand jerks and you almost whip his cock, he always did love the pain, but the more benevolent part of you makes a chastising argument that pushes you to pull the whip away from his twitching cock.
Ijichi whines through the gag at the loss of friction, but he quickly swallows the sound back into his throat, well-aware of how you like it when he stays quiet. He is obsequious as the next slave out there, but the pulsing ache of his ringed cock has been left painfully untreated. He feels that with one touch of your fluttering fingers with the ring off his cock he would explode into your hand.
He sighs as you run a warm palm up his cock. Does not buck like last time. Even through the desperation clawing at him he is able to heed your orders. He knows exactly what you want to see him do.
"Do you want to cum, Ijichi?" you say into his ear. He flinches into your hand. The closeness of your breathless intonation makes him ache further. With the silk blindfold tied around his head he has no means of seeing you.
How he wishes you'd take it off soon. He wants to see you when you cum.
He nods, the hum of affirmation that arises from his throat cracking at the end. He feels your mouth slip upward into a smirk as you kiss his ear.
"Really? But I still want to have some fun with you."
You stroke at his cock, feel it harden further into the playful touch of your hands. Your eyes flit downward, from the furrow seen between Ijichi's brows to the reddening warmth of his cock. It had been twelve minutes since you snapped the ring around his cock and tight balls. You wonder how far over the edge he was now.
Please, Ijichi thinks, translating his desperation by dipping his head into the crook of your neck. He almost sobs there, unable to move anything but the muscles in his neck. You have him bound to the bed, wrists and ankles in tight manacles.
"Could you remind me how long you've been holding it in for?" you ask, twisting your hand upward with the last word. He gasps through the gag and nearly chokes. He's right on the edge, so close, so close. His cock is wet with your slick, drenched with the fluids of your insides after you rode him only a few minutes earlier. But you wouldn't let him cum, not even then, not even with him inside you.
Your free hand reaches behind his head to loosen the gag shoved into his mouth. He says the number of minutes he has been holding it back for, his words skating over the skin of your back, "F-fourteen minutes, master." It is the sixth time you have left him on the edge.
"Well that still isn't long enough, don't you think?" you tease. He does begin to beg now, whimpering into the skin of the junction between your shoulder and neck.
"Please, please," he cries as you pump your hand up and down on his cock in relentless motions. He's there, right there but the ring clamped around his cock is holding it all back. "Please."
Your hand releases its hold on his cock. He gasps. The ring is off.
Ijichi's hips rut into the air. Seeking non-existent friction. He's so close he can feel it thrumming in every nerve of his thin frame.
"Stay still, Ijichi," you order firmly, grip tightening around the whip in your hand. He bites his lip. Anxious. If he'd done something wrong there was an unbearable possibility that you would draw this out for longer. All he wants to do is have you fuck him.
You kneel. Hover right over his cock, the whip lying on the side of the bed. You balance yourself with a hand on the ribs of his heaving chest. His nipples peak further. If only he could see how glorious you looked on top of him.
All five of the pads on your fingers brush his cock, just barely wrapping around the twitching length. You know how close he is to breaking.
So you make sure to slam down onto him, so that it is with the first thrust of your hips that he breaks.
"Ah!" Ijichi cries out as his entire body seizes up. He says your name over and over again as he empties the load in his balls inside you. Arches his hips so that the tip of his cock presses mildly into the soft, squishy muscle inside you, because he knows your body just as well as you know his. He's gotten his fair share of your sweet pussy.
You throw your head back. Ride him with your fingers stroking your clit in wild movements, just as desperate to find your own high and to make him cum another time. It is what he deserves for being your good boy.
"Ijichi," you moan. "God, Ijichi, you make me feel so good. Such—such a good boy."
You feel his softening cock harden inside you again. He has always been a little slut for cooed words. It makes your pussy clench and ache for him.
"Oh god," he stutters out as you ride him with more fervor. "Oh god. Master, can I please cum again?"
"Of course baby, only for my good boy. Letting me ride him so well." You lean forward, on your knees on the bed now, each one planted on either side of his bony hips. Bounce bounce then a slow thrust forward. You whisper more words of affection into his ear. His cock thickens with each of your gracious praises. "Letting me do as I please. Always so good for his master."
You raise your head from his bruised, sweaty neck to undo his blindfold, fingers clumsy. You want to see his eyes when he cums this second time.
Immediately after fumbling with the silk you toss it to the side. Grab Ijichi by the back of his head to press a tongue-filled kiss to his mouth. It is messy. Tongue on tongue. Teeth clicking. Ijichi's eyes roll to the back of his head at the overwhelming floods of sensation, and he cums again.
The sounds of your pussy sliding down on him grow slicker. The mess between your thighs is mixed with white and your own creamy slick. It paints your thighs, and his.
The orgasm that wracks your body makes each nerve inside you ping with heightened bursts of pleasure. Your thighs tremble and Ijichi watches in awe as the second most powerful jujutsu sorcerer on Earth cums on his cock.
Still, he will always be your slave. No matter how many times he makes you cum, how many times he lets you use him. He will always get down on his knees for you, like the good little dog he is.
