#jujutsuhub collab
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stranger danger.
a/n: did i sit on top of my car to imagine this? sure did. a part of the jujutsu hub collab! thank you vee @suna-reversed for organizing this horny event for us horny people.
word count: 3.8k
genre: smut, nsfw, pwp
warnings: dubcon, literally dumbass porn, degradation + praising kink, daddy kink, gun play, mentions of alcohol consumption, dui and death, public sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, implied kidnapping
pairing: criminal!toji x f!reader
summary: dozing off in a parking lot seems dangerous but it seems like the right thing to do. that is, until a mysterious man taps on your window.
you shouldn’t have trusted yourself. you’ve vowed to yourself not to drink tonight, especially when you were driving to the city by yourself. maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt, you thought. but that one drink led you to another until you eventually found yourself light headed and could barely walk in a straight line let alone drive home.
so now you decide it’s best to just stop in a random parking lot and doze off for a couple of hours until you’re certain that you’re sober and ready to continue your journey back home. thankfully the lights are on and there are a few other empty cars in the lot, giving you somewhat a sense of security.
even though you aren’t completely sane at the moment, you make sure the doors are locked, turn off the engine and roll your windows down slightly to allow ventilation. if you could avoid a possible car crash, might as well avoid dying from inhaling some fatal gas. so you push back your seat and close your eyes to let sleep take you over.
but it isn’t for long until you hear a knock on the window.
startled and confused, you instantly get up thinking it would be one of the securities patrolling the area, telling you to scram but you’re only met with a rather handsome man, tall and brawny standing next to your car.
he leans down to your eye level and glares at you intimidatingly before he speaks, “get out.”
in such a panicky situation, your heavy cluttered brain doesn’t really tell you what to do nor what the hell is happening so you only stare back at him tongue tied, unable to properly gauge the situation thanks to both chemicals in your system and adrenaline pumping through your veins.
“are you deaf?” he snarls with anger distorting his face.
the sharp eyes piercing through you coupled with the discernible scar on his lips go so well into his menacing demeanor and you’re aware he’s getting impatient. unsure of what to do, your hand reaches for your keys to turn on the engine, thinking it’s best to leave but he bangs on the window as if to tell you that isn’t what he wanted.
“i only told you to get out. so, get the fuck out. now.” toji waits for you to comply, but instead you just sit there frozen and he sighs in exasperation. “look, i have a fucking gun. and if you don’t do as i say, i won’t hesitate to shoot your brains off. you don’t need it anyway, right?”
toji fishes out his gun, waving it in front of you in warning. “and you’d be fucking dumb to think it isn’t loaded.”
the threatening sight of the firearm is finally what makes you unlock your doors and he immediately swings the door open and pulls you out from your vehicle by the wrist. toji eyes you up and down, taking a special interest in the mini skirt you don with a filthy smirk across his face. he peeks inside the car briefly, delighted over the fact that you’re all alone in the middle of the night– in some deserted parking lot, no less.
“where were you from?” he suddenly asks with less gruff in his tone. the eyes raking up and down your smaller frame so flagrantly makes you feel small and vulnerable.
you lick your lips to return moisture lost to parched skin as your eyes shift from his gun to his face. “a party.”
“a party, hm?” he does a double take on your whole skimpy outfit, sending a plethora of titillating thoughts to run in his head and waking up his primal instincts. he hasn’t gotten his dick wet for a while and opportunities don’t come by so easily when he’s a man on the run. he’d have to be an idiot to let this chance slip through his fingers.
“must’ve put a lot of thought on your outfit tonight. why don’t you give me a little twirl?”
toji deliberately taps the gun on the side of his thigh, reminding you what could happen if you either scream or run. getting the hint, you decide to entertain him, knowing well that you could end up with a bullet in any part of your body if you try to escape.
but do you oppose the idea of a sickeningly attractive man trying to check you out with a weapon in his hand? not really. if anything, the alarming nature of the affair only gives a delicious thrill to your already messed up nerves.
his predatory gaze is fixed on your voluptuous curves and the little sway of your hips as you gracelessly turn around in your heels, making blood rush straight down to his cock before telling you to stop.
“get in front of the car.” he urges.
“huh? why?”
toji cocks the loaded gun in front of you, his expression turning stern and serious once more. “no talking, just do it.”
you walk towards the front with the gun behind your head, careful not to miss your step until you’re facing your car.
“hands on the hood.” he demands, dark eyes silently watching you do as you’re told like a well-trained dog.
you’re certain he can see your ass cheeks peeking underneath the hem of your skirt as cold air hits your skin. the thought of a pair of eyes staring you down hungrily forms an anticipative knot to pull tightly in your stomach as your mind wonders about the dirty things he might and could do to you.
the next thing you feel is the cool metal of the barrel under your skirt, making you shudder as it caresses your puffy folds before dragging upwards to hike up the hem of your unbearably short skirt in favor of checking your panties but oh, what a delightful surprise– not a single thread underneath it all.
“no panties?” he bites back a groan when he notices the glistening slick coated around his black gun. “don’t tell me you’re getting off to this?”
“‘m not–” you deny meekly despite the blossoming heat between your thighs growing bigger when you feel the tip of the barrel against your drenched cunt again.
“don’t lie. you’re a little slut aren’t you? went to a party without your panties on– something tells me you’re an attention whore.” he mocks, poking the gun against your entrance only to observe your little squirms.
“not a slut!” you whine giddily as you spontaneously grind against the long barrel in seek of relief for the dull ache that has formed in your core.
“no? you’re gonna tell me you’re not jerking off to my gun right now?” he chastises with a satirical smile on his lips, feeling his cock harden even more from watching the way you’re eagerly rubbing against the gun he currently holds in his hand.
“i– i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try not to let your words slur as you play coy, even when breaths are already hitching in your throat.
“oh yeah? ‘cause that cunt is positively leaking right now.” you whimper at his words, being bad and filthy never felt so good– especially to a man you don’t even know. “bet you want me to fill that needy cunt.”
“mhm!” you mewl, gyrating your hips even more salaciously once you manage to find an angle to rub your sensitive clit, sending waves of sensations to every fiber and nerve in your body.
“now that’s an honest little slut.” he coos with amusement lacing in his voice. “why don’t you beg for it?”
you tilt your head back towards him, bottom lip jutting out into a cute pout and eyes pleading. “please..?”
toji lets out a huff, “not good enough, sweetheart.”
your eyes narrow at him, hoping he can read the desperation in them as you call him in the softest mewl that you've used to numerous guys before. “daddy.”
“hmm?” he strokes your clit by rubbing the gun back and forth and watches you quiver with a lopsided grin across his face.
“w-want– need your cock, daddy.” you pant in a shameless expression of your need for him.
“what do you need daddy to do to you, pretty girl?” he studies the barrel, now smeared with your slick.
“need daddy to fuck me– fuck my little tight cunt.”
toji draws his gun away and raises it at the back of your head. “then, get on your knees.”
you don’t need to be told twice as you instantly turn around and face him, the gun now pointing directly to your forehead and follows you even until you’re already kneeled in front him.
“you went a little too fast there, didn’t you?” he chuckles, the sound is smoky and alluring. “so eager. now, take off my pants.”
your hand reaches up to unbuckle his belt and undo his button before pulling the zipper down and tugging off his pants and briefs hastily. your mouth waters at the sight; his thick cock is already throbbing, tip flushing red and leaking precum with a prominent vein on the underside – causing you to quickly disregard the life-threatening weapon in front of your head.
seeing you blatantly gawk at him causes pride to spiral in his chest, as if you’ve never seen a dick before. but is it bad for toji to assume that you've never seen a dick as big as his?
“getting nervous now?” he teases. “fuck that. put it inside your mouth.”
toji exhales sharply once your tongue carefully licks off the salty pre on the tip, rousing him further with only kitten licks until the barrel nudges your head in warning, forcing you to stop your ministrations.
“are you asking to get a hole through your head?” he scowls, showing apparent irritation.
“no.” you answer meekly.
“then? i told you to put it inside your fucking mouth.”
“‘m sorry, daddy.” you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and give it a few pumps up and down his shaft in hopes to please him and calm him down. “promise i’ll be a good girl.”
“then stop fucking around.”
without a second to waste, you wrap your lips around his cock and hollow your cheeks, squeezing and milking his cock with your tongue and throat as your head bobs up and down. you graze your tongue on the underside and slowly drag upwards, following the curve of his vein before giving a harsh suck on his tip, drawing out a loud groan from his throat.
“look at daddy.”
and you do, fixing your gaze with his darker ones as you slobber his cock with so much drool and you relax your throat in order to force yourself down to the base, devouring him whole even as he tilts the gun next to your head.
“wish i had my phone right now. you should see how you look.” his other hand reaches the top of your head, holding you in place and causes you to choke slightly before jerking his hips forward and begins to fuck your throat.
squelching noises resonate in the silent air, mingled with his grunts. drool starts to seep from the corners of your mouth and tears begin to well up in your eyes as his heavy balls slap against your chin.
“boys must really love you, hm?” you can feel the tension in his fingers as he puts monumental effort into restraining himself and he finally draws his gun away. “just taking it like a good girl.”
you can only whimper around his cock, the praise making you feel hotter that you find your hand between your thighs to push a finger inside your wet cunt.
“fuck– yeah, keep touching yourself like that.” he growls, the sound rumbling in his chest as the vibrations from your muffled moans are slowly sending him to the brink of an orgasm.
you’re too immersed by your own finger pumping in and out to even care about the ache that has formed on your jaw but the moment you feel his cock twitching, you both know it won’t be long until he breaks down.
“you’re gonna swallow all of it. got it?” he states more than questions, feeling his balls tightening as he starts to lose the last remaining control he owns.
you hum in response and flutter your eyes close and you wait until his hips still before he spurts thick ropes of cum down your throat, invading all your senses with the bitter taste of his load.
once he has emptied, you pull away with your tongue gliding along his length, not forgetting to lick off the sensitive slit to clean off any remnants.
“open your mouth.” he demands. you part your puffy lips and stick your tongue out, showing your obedience to his prior order and a delightful smirk makes its way on his face upon seeing that you’ve downed every drop of his cum. “good girl.”
“to be honest, i didn’t think you’d cum quickly.” you blurt out bluntly.
his brows furrow and his face contorts into a scowl. “‘fuck did you say?”
you shrug nonchalantly. you don’t know where it’s coming from either– the alcohol still lingering in your veins or the fact that you feel beyond proud that you’ve made him, some guy who claimed that he wanted to rob your car cum so fast. “well, all the guys told me i give the best head but none of them ever–”
“get up. face the car.”
toji clicks his tongue as you blink at him in confusion and he grabs your arm to pull you up on your feet before spinning you around and bending you down on the hood with his body pressing against your back. you swallow nervously when you feel a nudge against your ass, his dick is still hard despite the fact that he has cummed just a minute ago.
“you’re gonna regret that. once i fucking ravage that little cunt, you’re gonna be begging for me to cum quick.” he leans down to your ear as he threatens, sending shivers up and down your spine.
“i’m sor–”
“no. i won’t give a shit if it hurts you or when you cry for me to stop.”
toji gives a harsh smack on the plump flesh, making you jolt in surprise. with your hands down on the hood, he lifts up one of your knees on top of the car, causing you to spread wide open in an instant before he impatiently pokes the tip of his cock against your pulsating hole.
“but that’s what you want, right?”
your eyes roll back, lips parting in an appreciative squeal as you feel his fat cock stretches you out accompanied with a delicious burn when he sinks in deeper.
“mmh– s-so big–!”
“yeah? never had a dick this big before?” toji pulls out almost completely, eyes fixed on the cock glistening with your slick under the street lights, not missing the white cream attached onto the skin.
“n-no– ah–!”
toji cuts you off with one hard slam of his hips, drilling his cock into your tight pussy in a brutal pace while you keen and whimper as it brushes against your walls, each stretch and drag inside you so exquisite while deep crescent shapes of his nails form on your pliant skin as he holds you firmly by the hips for leverage.
“no wonder you’re so fucking tight. stupid boys didn’t know how to fuck you right.” his words thrum in a burst of heat as he growls in your ear, breaking through your every thought.
you tilt your head towards him with heavy lidded eyes and meet his lust addled gaze. your mouth is gaping in breathless moans, tongue slightly lolled out from your lips as you try to reach closer to his scarred lips, wanting to crash your lips onto his before it stretches into a devilish smirk and you feel warm liquid lands on your palate.
“you looked like you were begging to taste my spit.” he mocks. toji watches as you eagerly swallow it down your throat and he lets out a brittle chuckle. “dirty slut.”
your pussy flutters upon hearing how he degrades you, causing you to buck your hips wildly against him in an attempt to meet his thrusts.
“you liked that, didn’t you? i can feel you clamping down on me like a fucking whore.” he derides, fucking you harder and deeper until your world is reduced into nothing but the way he makes you feel completely stuffed and filled, the cockhead kissing your cervix with each deep strokes.
“please– make me cum, daddy–” you keen as pressure pulls taut in your lower stomach, the slick noises are so loud that the both of you can hear them even through your moans.
your body flushes against his, so close together and you can only focus on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the salacious rhythm making you more delirious.
“then, cum for me. let me feel you gush all over me.” toji brings his fingers to rub against your clit, easily tipping you over the edge by pressing tight circles until you find yourself crashing down with an orgasm exploding throughout your body.
“you want more?” he taunts, helping you ride out the aftershock by continuously rutting his hips into your cunt and not giving you the slightest chance to recuperate.
“ah– ‘s too much–” you whimper as soon as the pleasure begins to numb and you clutch onto his wrist tightly to try and pry his hand away from your sensitive clit.
“too much? don’t think that i’m done with you yet.”
toji finally draws away from you, but only turns you around to face him and effortlessly puts you on top of the hood with your elbows propping your weight. with his hands, he spreads and keeps your legs apart before sheathing his cock back inside your pulsing cunt again, completely mindless of your pathetic sobs. he lifts up your top, not surprised over the lack of bra underneath and he intently watches the way your tits bounce with each merciless pound of his cock.
“s-stop– please–” you whimper feebly as you try to shut your trembling legs together but he doesn’t budge and only keeps his grip on your thighs even tighter, stretching out your pussy for him wider.
“fucking take it.”
toji ignores your plea and his head dips low to your chest, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples and starts to flick it with his tongue coupled with harsh sucks until he pulls back with a pop and watches as the nipple stands erect before assaulting the other, swiftly sending sparks of pleasure down to the bundle of nerves.
“might as well keep you around. be my personal fucktoy. would you like that?” he grins up at you to see your jaw slacking, mouth falling in a wide ‘o’ as the burn down your core begins to cease.
“yesyesyes– make me your slut–!” your toes curl, making your heels drop down to the ground while your knuckles turn white from squeezing your hands into balled fists too hard.
“yeah? you’d do anything for a good fuck, huh?” he sneers at you, although he’s fascinated with your state of arousal.
“mhm– need daddy to fill me up with his cum–” your back rests against the car, reveling in the feeling of his cock abusing your swollen cunt like you’re nothing but a sex doll.
“but daddy’s not gonna cum yet. not even when you’re tightening around him like this.” toji slams your hips down closer to him, fucking into you deeper and harder with his heavy balls smacking your ass.
“t-too deep–! daddy, i’ll–” you babble, losing the ability to form cohesive words as you feel a strange knot twisting rapidly in your guts. the feeling is too intense and unbearable– the refined drags of his vein brushing against your spongy walls is anything but agonizing.
“come on. use your big girl words.” he drags out slowly and quickly pumps back into you ruthlessly. “or are you too dumb already?”
“i’m gonna–”
toji lifts up your legs over his shoulders as he leans down closer to you and he nips on your pulse point, causing your body to tense as your hands find home in his dark locks and tight shirt.
as soon as he lets go, your pupils are blown wide as pleasure washes throughout your body and you feel yourself gushing around the cock still buried inside you along with a broken moan from your lips. the release is oddly more relieving than your prior orgasm, making your body feel lighter as your mind ascends to a state of euphoria. you find yourself panting heavily as you squirt all over him, staining his black shirt with clear fluid and with some of it dribbling down to his thick thighs.
“making such a mess on daddy.” he groans as he feels your walls convulse around him rapidly, milking his cock dry and slowly dragging him down to his own high for the second time of the night.
you can only look at him in a cockdaze with no particular thoughts running inside your head, each one formed gone like popping bubbles. your eyes glued onto every bit of his features; the brows furrowed in concentration, the lips parting in grunts, the damp matted hair against his forehead and you drink the sight of it all even when you’re not sure if you’ll remember it all the next morning.
“fuck– it’d be a shame to not cum inside this pretty cunt, right?” his thrusts turn sporadic, dick twitching as a telltale of his pending orgasm that’s soon to crash down over him. he didn’t need to hear your answer as he ruts into you faster, hips stuttering out of control before a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as he shoots hot ropes of cum, flooding into your womb and stuffing you full with his seed.
and once he lets go of your legs you can feel your whole body sore all over, but you can’t bring yourself to care nor whatever is going to happen after this when the man in front of you has given you what you truly wanted and made you feel satiated like you’ve never felt before.
toji pulls out his spent cock and runs a hand through his hair before putting his pants back on. a cocky smirk graces his lips at the sight of your fucked out body, still splayed on top of the hood with his cum dribbling out from your pussy.
he presses your cheeks together with one hand and forces you to look at him, even as your lids are getting heavy to lift.
“i was serious about you being my fucktoy– and stealing your car.” he cackles. “so, do you wanna be in the back seat or do you prefer the trunk?”
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i made this instead of doing my stacks of homework ^
step bro!itadori yuuji x f!reader
synopsis: i don’t think i even have to say this but you get stuck in a dryer and your step-brother yuuji fucks the shit out of you
t/w: 18+!!!, aged-up yuuji, stepcest, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, filming without consent, mild impact play, creampie, mild overstimulation, mild dumbification (but also reader is just dumb), mention of masturbation
w/c: 2.3k
a/n: hey!!! i joined this super fun collab hosted by my new gf @suna-reversed (thank u for letting me be a part of it!!) so if you enjoy this i highly recommend checking out the rest of the talented writers in this collab :) the jujutsuhub masterlist is here !! also,, biggest thank u my lovely friend @brandmeyelena for helping me to plan and perfect this fic throughout the entire process <333
you were a good daughter, certainty not the sharpest or the most intelligent, but you were helpful and compliant and you always did your chores. and you truly didn’t mind helping out around the house either; sweeping the floors and doing the dishes was easy enough, but there was one task that plagued you a bit more than the rest — doing the laundry. the buttons were just so confusing, and there were so many of them! and on top of that, your short stature made it nearly impossible to empty the fresh clothing out of your top-loaded dryer.
you were struggling with that exact issue right now, pushing onto your tip-toes as you tried to reach that last pesky sock stuck at the bottom of the dryer. your finger tips brushed over the warm fabric, just an inch short of being able to snatch it into your hand.
you wiggled your hips a little further, your feet lifting off the floor and your weight shifting so you fell deeper into the dryer. you were finally able to grasp the sock, but you were unable to push yourself back out, feet swinging wildly as you tried to squirm your way out of the machine.
“hey, what are you doing?”
your face flushed at the sound of your step-brother’s voice coming from behind you, your senses becoming suddenly aware of how far your dress was riding up your thighs. a pitiful whimper of embarrassment slid past your lips as you realized you couldn’t even pull your dress down — you needed both hands to hold you up and prevent you from falling into the dryer.
“ah! yuuji! ...i got stuck,” you pouted shamefully, thankful that you couldn’t see his face right now.
“again? isn’t this like... the third time?” he asked it like a genuine question, but you still felt stupid for getting stuck in the same predicament multiple times.
“mhm, can you help? please?” you whined at him, still wiggling your hips in a poor attempt to free yourself.
this only made your dress slide higher, the underside of your ass cheeks becoming prominently visible against the edge of the fabric. yuuji couldn’t help himself, gabbing his phone and snapping a few secret pictures of your exposed back-side. he planned to save those for later, maybe jack off to them if he was bored, but then a different idea flooded his head — you were no position to stop him from doing whatever he wanted right now.
he propped his phone up on top of one of the various laundry baskets, starting a video recording without your knowledge. then he waltzed back over, sliding a single finger under the fabric of your dress and tracing his finger around your round ass cheek. the sensation of touch made you flinch, your mouth gaping open as you fumbled over your next word.
“y-yuuji?” you stammered, trying to move away which only caused your ass to jiggle and shake more than it already was.
“shh, i’m helping,” he murmured, stroking his finger all the way down to your thigh.
he moved his other hand over your pretty cunt, the fabric of your panties hugging perfectly against your folds. he brushed two of his fingers up your clothed slit, causing you to yelp and continue to wriggle around.
“step-brother? what are you doing?” you continued to question him, your voice light and laced with confusion.
“i’ll help you get unstuck, but you have to repay me somehow, little sister,” he clicked his tongue at you, an evil grin that you couldn’t see stretching his lips.
he continued to poke and prod at your soft, clothed pussy, his mouth salivating as he imagined the things he could do to you in this position. every brush of his fingers coaxed gasps and whimpers from your lips, your worries and protests falling on deaf ears.
“y-you’re my brother, yuuji! w-we can’t do this!” you continued to argue, but his gentle fingers were starting to feel really good — small streams of fluid flowing out of your cunt and seeping into your panties.
“it seems like you want me to,” he observed, poking his finger at the small wet spot that was forming now, “and mom and dad won’t be home until later. no one will find out”.
you felt his strong hands weave their way underneath the straps of your undergarments, swiftly pulling them down your thighs and letting them dangle from your ankles. you sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of your wet cunt being exposed to the cool air, shifting your hips and filling yuuji’s head with more sinful ideas.
you couldn’t see anything (with your head still being stuck in the dryer) but you heard your brother’s own pants fall to the floor, a loud clank of his belt buckle against the tiles confirming your suspicions. everything about this felt so wrong, but at the same time, you’d always been shamefully attracted to yuuji — eyes lingering on his chiseled chest for a little too long when he walked around the house shirtless.
your head was swirling with thoughts like: would it really be that wrong if the two of you indulged in each other while no one was around? it’s not like you were actually blood related or anything.
on the other hand, yuuji had a one-track mind, and he wasn’t having any of the doubts that you were — he had a tendency to listen to his dick instead of his brain. and right now your round, plump ass was staring him in the face and begging to get fucked. how could he not take advantage of this opportunity?
he lifted his hand and gave a firm slap to your right ass check, earning a gasped yelp from you which made his dick twitch and strain. he mumbled under his breath, something along the lines of ‘i’ve always wanted to do that’ but it was kind of hard to hear from the depths of the dryer.
he’d used a reasonable amount of force, a puffy handprint forming on the surface on your skin. he decided that the other cheek should match, delivering another firm strike to the other side and watching you squirm and whimper at the impact.
he grabbed his phone and pulled it over for a few close ups, showing off the swollen skin to the camera. he then placed a finger at the front of your entrance, the puffy, slick walls sucking it in as he delivered a few warm-up strokes with his hand. the camera picked up on all the grotesque squelching noises made by his finger in your cunt, as well as the embarrassed yelps and moans leaving your lips.
now that you had two matching, swollen hand prints, and your pussy had been properly prepped, he decided he was ready for the main course. yuuji returned his phone to its spot on the laundry basket before grabbing a low stool from the corner of the room and setting it in front of the dryer so he could stand on it for easier access. his cock was red and veiny, begging for entrance into your tight cunt as he wrapped one hand around it to position himself.
you’d always imagined your step-brother’s dick to be lengthy, and your assumptions were proven correct when your felt a tight pressure in your core. his girthy size pushed and stretched at your walls, pained mewls leaking from between your teeth as you clawed at the bottom of the dryer.
yuuji let out a groan that was almost animalistic, throwing his head back and placing a firm grip on either side of your hips. the way your pitiful form was positioned on the dryer gave him excellent access, the curve of his dick allowing him to stretch you deep, reaching all the way to the spongy patch of tissue that made you feel so good.
a jumble of grotesque noises filled the room, a chorus your sloppy moans, yuuji’s pleasured grunts, and the steady slap of his hips on your ass. he’d imagined what this would be like more times than he could count — fucking himself into his fleshlight and mumbling your name while he did so. but no matter how many times he’d dreamed of this moment, he never expected your walls to be so tight — so perfectly snug around his cock.
“yuuji!” you repeated his name a few times, head so dazed from the overwhelming bliss that you’d forgotten all about the initial guilt you’d felt.
“see, i knew you’d like this, little sister. your big brother would never steer you wrong, would he?” he knew his words were manipulative, but god, you were much too dumb to understand or grasp the concept of manipulation — you’d just agree with him like you always do.
“no! he would never!” you whined, letting your head dip lower into the dryer so he could fuck you at an even better angle.
your messy cunt squelched and squeezed a small stream of juices down your thigh as he picked up a deeper, faster pace, your moans becoming higher and more unsteady in response. he could feel your sloppy walls fluttering and constricting against him, his fingertips digging deeper into your hips as he let out a few breathy moans.
the tip of his cock slammed into your pleasure spot with every stroke, voiding your brain of any cohesive thoughts you might have had hiding in there. you moaned and whimpered over and over, whining yuuji’s name like a mantra as drool spilled from your lips.
yuuji could almost imagine your perfectly fucked-out face — your eyes rolling into your head and your mouth hanging open lazily. he grunted at the thought, deciding that the next time he fucked you it was gonna be somewhere that he could watch your face and really enjoy the show — because there was definitely going to be a next time.
there was a tight coil forming in your stomach, building up more and more the longer that your step-brother railed himself into you from behind. you hardly even noticed how sore your hips were getting or how numb and tingly your legs were from being bent over the dryer, yuuji’s dick filling you up so well that those things became an afterthought.
after a few more pounds to your oozing cunt that hit deep enough to graze your cervix, you felt a heightened wave of pleasure begin to crash over your body. surges of the most blissful sensation you’d ever felt racked through your systems, your whines becoming borderline screams as yuuji fucked you through your orgasm.
the way your warm, messy walls fluctuated and gripped around his cock pushed him close to his own climax, but he wasn’t quite ready to be done with you yet. he continued to provide heavy, forceful thrusts, abusing your now sensitive cunt and moaning loudly as your juices squelched out around the edges of your entrance. the disgusting sounds of your fluids squeezing out around his cock nearly sent him over the edge again, but he was determined to ride this out for as long as he could.
“it’s too much!” you wailed between heavy breaths, every stroke sending jolts of overstimulation through your clit.
you wiggled and whined, legs clenching together in defense and causing your pussy to wrap even tighter around yuuji’s dick. the added pressure and increased pleasure was something he could no longer surpass, succumbing to his own orgasm just moments later.
“fuck, feels- too- fucking- good- shit,” he grunted a long string of mostly profanity, emptying his hot release into your caverns as you continued to cry out and whimper underneath him.
yuuji had fucked you even stupider than you already were, your head way too dazed for you to even realize he was filling your insides with warm, sticky semen. he milked his orgasm all the way through and then some, his cock aching and twitching by the time he finally pulled it out of your white-stuffed cunt.
he wrapped his toned arms around your waist, finally pulling you out of the dryer and attempting to stand you up. but between the lack of blood flow to your legs from being stuck, and the good fuck yuuji had just given you, your lower extremities were in no shape to hold you up. you sunk right to the floor, your messy pussy spilling everywhere and leaving puddles of fluid and semen.
“thanks for helping me get un-stuck, big brother,” you looked up at him with admiration, blissfully unaware of how he was using your utter stupidity to his advantage.
“of course, you want me to carry you to bed?” he gave you a sympathetic look, squatting down with his back to you.
you hummed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck and climbing onto his muscular back. he carried you down the hall and into your room, laying you down and handing you an old towel for you to clean yourself up with. you were a pitiful site, hazy eyes and an ignorant smile resting on your face as yuuji admired your damaged little cunt for a few more moments before returning to the laundry room.
he grabbed his phone and ended the video, thankful that you were much to oblivious to notice that it was recording the entire time. he was definitely going to hold onto the recording for safe keeping and later use — and shit, maybe he’d even upload it to pornhub and make a quick buck too.
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Dishes of Punishment.
Pairing: Step-dad! Naoya x Step-daughter! Reader
Genre: Smut, Modern Day AU
Rating: 18+, Explicit - Minors & Ageless Bios DNI!
DISCLAIMER: I do not defend Naoya’s actions in the manga or anything of that nature. I am simply a writer — that’s all.
Summary: Naoya hates your boldness. When you deliberately ignore his orders regarding the dishes, he takes matters into his own hands to make sure you never disregard his orders ever again.
WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT — NONCON STEPCEST, Reader is an Adult in College, Biting, Choking, Coercion, Cursing, Dacryphilia, Degradation, Face Fucking, Fighting (Verbal & Physical), Gagging, Hair Pulling, Heavy Misogyny & Sexism, Humiliation, Implied Age Gap, Infidelity, Manhandling, Mentions of Breeding & Death, Restraints, Sadism, Size Difference, Slapping, Spanking, Spit, Unprotected Sex, Pull Out Method.
Word count: 6.5k
Credit: Naoya’s Jujutsu hub pfp is made by Shimeko_45133 on Twt — I got permission to use it!
A/n: This fic is my entry for the Jujutsu Hub collab, coordinated by the amazing @suna-reversed! If you haven’t done so, please go through the masterlist & support the other writers who participated in this fun event! Thank you Vee for not only creating this collab, but also allowing me to participate in it! Thank you all for reading & take care! ♡
“Yeah, no— no, I said I’ll be there in about like... twenty or thirty,” you reassure. “Imma grab my keys ‘n dip.”
Nobara clicks her tongue in annoyance. “We’re going to Balenciaga first, then.”
“Woah, woah, I thought we settled on g-”
“I’m getting the Ville XXS Top Handle Bag today,” she interjects. “Y’know, someone could have their hands on the second last one right now as we speak.”
“If you’re that concerned, then fine,” you sigh, sliding your legs into your denim jeans. “As long as we get my sweaters right after.”
“Well, as long as I get my bag, then we’re good— no problem! Call me when you’re like five away or so, ‘kay? I’m finishing up here.”
“Alright, I’ll get to driving as soon as I find my ke-” you freeze, eyes widening as you stare at the entire surface of your desk. “Holy shit, Naoya might have them, actually.”
“Yikes…” an awkward moment of silence passes between you two. “I don’t know how you’re gonna get them back, but... y’know? The purse and whatnot.”
Regardless of her current mini-tantrum over a purse, Nobara is a fantastic friend. She’s stylish, cute, and a ride-or-die. She has always admired your strength and independence ever since the day you met her. It’s thanks to your similar personality traits why you two are best friends in the first place. In addition to her unique character, she’s always willing to listen to your vents about Naoya— big or small.
Of course, she knew you invariably told the truth. Still, everything wasn’t 100% confirmed until she came over two months ago for movie night and met Naoya for herself. Although their interaction was very brief, it was sufficient for Nobara to avoid repeating the experience. To say the least, she definitely wasn’t a fan of the bastard. She couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that your sweet, kind mother settled for a controlling piece of shit like him.
“I’ll figure it out,” your eyes glance over at the empty spot on your desk. “Damn, he must’ve taken them this morning while I was in the shower,” you mutter more to yourself than to your best friend.
“Double yikes… best-of-luck!” She quickly utters. “Don’t forget today’s main goal, my purse!”
“I mean, how could I forget now?” you mumble, slightly breathless from tugging and hauling your belt loops upwards. “Knowing him, it’s probably something small, and he wants to be a dick head about it just because he can.”
“You want me to come over there and fuck his shit up with my hammer? I’ll get my hands dirty if that motherf-”
“I’ll handle it,” you fight back a laugh, the smile in your voice unmistakable. “Just sit tight, ‘kay? I’ll call you when I’m about five away.”
“I’ll-”
“Shit,” you accidentally hang up before Nobara finishes her sentence. It was probably about the bag anyways.
On your wooden desk, you retrieve your stained coffee mug from its coaster. Cup in hand, you do a full 180 to face your full-body mirror on the wall, taking one last glance at your outfit. With pursed lips, you lean closer to the reflective glass and sigh through your nose. A headache- no, a migraine, is bound to transpire by the time you finish speaking with Naoya.
“I fucking hate this guy,” you mumble, grabbing your bag off the hardwood floor.
Lightly jogging down the stairs, you set your bag on the last step of the staircase. You quickly scan the area before heading over to the sink in the kitchen— two of your senses vigilant for your mother’s husband. Slowly, you place your mug in an empty space beside the other grimy stacks of dishes, careful not to cause any clatter.
Upon turning around to leave, you’re greeted by the last person you’d want to see right now. But you have no choice this time— he has what’s rightfully yours.
Naoya leans against the doorframe, clad in nothing but grey sweatpants. He’s somewhat breathing heavily; his forehead down to his waist coated in a light sheen of perspiration. By the looks of it, he went for a run while you were in the shower.
“What the actual fuck,” you clutch at your chest, hand over your thumping heart. “You’re a real dick head, you know that?”
Of course the sly bastard is aware, tell him something he doesn’t know. This is always the case when he wants to speak with you (without your mother around). Unlike the ‘normal’ step-dads in TV shows, he never knocks on your room door before entering— let alone asks you how your day went.
Whenever your mom is around, Naoya often distances himself and runs errands, ensuring your mom doesn’t get suspicious of any bad blood— it’s pleasant.
But without your mother around, conversations are never worthwhile; a prime example being right now.
“Where are you off to dressed like that? The sink isn’t clean.”
“Out to places, it’s not really your business,” you dismiss, rolling your eyes. “You took my keys off my desk?”
“Ah, you mean...” Naoya reaches into his left pocket, slowly pulling your keys out before raising them at eye level. “These?” he teases with a smirk, swinging them by your lanyard like a pendulum.
You stare directly into Naoya’s eyes as the several pieces of brass sway left to right, chiming from colliding with each other.
“Yeah,” you stretch a palm out. “You can give them back now.”
“You know, I was waiting for you to ask me about them,” Naoya runs his tongue across his bottom lip. He then shakes his head in disappointment, placing your keys back into his pocket. “I told you to wash the dishes last night, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, exactly. That’s the problem. You didn’t ask me.”
“Ask?” he interrogates, unable to hold back a peart laugh. “You think I need to ask you to wash the fucking dishes?”
“I mean, do you really think I-”
“No, do you really think I need to ask you to do shit ‘round here?” Naoya halts your question with a question of his own. “Especially when both you and your mother live in my house? That’s more of the important question, sweetheart.”
You shudder at the last part of his sentence, vexation quickly starting to pool in from your head to the rest of your body. Yes, it is in fact, Naoya’s house. Yes, both you and your mother live there— but you’re only there to save money while attending college. If it wasn’t so expensive to comfortably live alone, you would’ve packed your bags months ago and never return. You’re an adult, your mom would be just fine without you… right?
Still, the bastard has no right to order you around like some dense maidservant. Who the fuck put a gun to his head and told him to marry your mom? No one!
“Keep thinking I’ll wash them then. In fact, you might as well tell my mom to wash them when she gets back from work,” you sneer. “She’s your wife, no?”
“I’m telling you to wash them and do it right. now.”
“And I’m telling you,” you point a finger for emphasis. “I’m not going to do shit for you until you learn some respect. I really hope you don’t talk to my mom like this since she lives with you too.”
“Y’know why all of this is happening right now?”
“Because you’re an entitled piece of shit who thinks you can tell me what to do all the time?”
“No, it’s because you haven’t made the connection yet,” he pokes at his temple. “You don’t have any fucking manners either.”
What fucking connection? And how dare he even begin to talk to you about manners? The sweaty bastard can’t even ask you to do something with a ‘please.’
“No, you fucking dumbass!” you throw your arms up. “It’s because last time I checked, I’m not your fucking child! Not because of some fucking ‘connection’!” you make air quotes with your fingers.
“Lower your voice when speaking to me.”
With a heavy sigh, you close your eyes and count to three, steadying your breaths. Upon reopening your lids, you cross your arms and shift your weight to the other hip.
“Give me my keys,” you utter, your voice calm and soft.
“Wash the dishes first.”
Bloody hell.
“I really don’t have time for this,” you kiss your teeth, glancing at your bag on the stairs behind his tall frame. “My last name ain’t Zen’in. I don’t have to take shit from you.”
“Oh?” he raises an eyebrow, smirking amusingly. Sass from any other woman probably would’ve had Naoya fuming by now, but there’s something about you that makes him want to give you a pass for now. Perhaps your sass is perceived as something more playful rather than disrespectful? Who knows? Only he knows.
His patience forever remains thin though.
“I have places to be,” you rub your palms on your jeans, smoothing out the small waves of wrinkles before straightening up. “I don’t care anymore, keep the fucking keys. I’ll just take the bus at this point.” You take two steps forward to the stairs, attempting to get around him.
Naoya’s large hand shoots out to grab your forearm, restraining you from fleeing the kitchen. Your head quickly snaps upwards to his face. The smirk that was once there a few seconds ago, is long gone now.
Not only did he try to talk to you about manners earlier, but now he’s putting his hands on you? The bastard has officially lost his god damn mind.
“Let g-”
“Did I say you could leave?” his sharp eyes meet yours, irises slowly darkening with rage and annoyance. “Didn’t you learn any manners from your mother? How to not only clean up after yourself— but after the entire household you live in? How to obediently listen to a man when he speaks to you? How to be a fucking woman?”
“How to be a woman? Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“If I were you, I’d be very careful of who I’m talking to right now.”
“Fuck that!” you jerk your arm. “Let go of— ouch!”
“I told you to lower your voice, didn’t I?”
Once more, you attempt to retrieve your arm from Naoya’s tight hold, pushing and drubbing at his clammy chest with your free hand as hard as you can. Naoya rolls his eyes and swiftly pulls you flush against his front. His free hand snakes around your waist and squeezes it, holding you in place.
“Stop moving,” Noaya says through clenched teeth.
“Let go of me!” you angrily cry out, nails scraping the skin of his lower back. “It fucking hurts!”
“It fucking hurts,” he mocks with pouty lips. “You know it doesn’t since you’re so tough right?”
Oh, but he knew it hurt. It even sparked something within him as he watched you hopelessly tussle and brawl against him.
“What about my feelings? Don’t you have a heart?” he sneers. “I really thought we’d get along well, gave you enough space ‘n everything.”
“Fuck you and your feelings!” this time, your nails dig into the muscle of Naoya’s lower back, but he doesn’t seem to be fazed by it. “Don’t give a shit.”
“Fuck me? So much profanity in your vocabulary. Not very lady-like,” he tsks. “But since you’re so demanding, how can I refuse?” Naoya’s lips slowly alter into another wicked smirk.
It’s obscure how someone like you could have the guts to stand up to someone like him. How did your mother manage to raise such a bold daughter, yet it appears that she as his wife listens to every word he says?
But does it even matter at this point when Naoya has plans to make sure that this never happens again? To make sure that you never even think to argue with him again? At this point, you’re too deep to even turn back. Hopefully, Nobara can forgive you if all fails with today’s plans.
In a matter of a few nanoseconds, his brain generates obscene thoughts. Shall it be the kitchen counter? Or better yet— should it happen at the spot where you should’ve been last night?
And since you two are practically pressed together, you’re forced to feel the result of his perverted thinking.
“You make me sick,” you glare at him. Your arm may be slowly growing numb to the feeling, but deep down, you’re slowly losing the will to continue this senseless fight with him. “Let go.”
“Go wash... the fucking dishes,” his grasp on your arm still tenacious. “Or we’ll do more than just dance here. I can promise you that, sweetheart.”
“Wash them your fucking self,” you scoff, looking away at the window. “Taking my keys over some fucking d-”
Naoya reacts quickly, removing the hand around your waist to shove two large fingers into your open mouth. You make a sound between a shriek and a gasp in response, staring up at him with wide eyes.
The hand that he used to hold onto your forearm quickly replaces his other hand, keeping you fixed against the anterior of his brawny, mesomorph body. Naoya squeezes your waist again, this time his four fingertips rhythmically tapping against your side one by one as he grows impatient.
“Don’t even think of finishing that sentence or biting me, yeah?” he lightly thrusts the thick digits against your tongue, pushing them deeper into your wet aperture. You squeal and frown at the salty, brackish taste of them, tempted to bite his fingers. “God, you talk so fucking much for a woman your age. I can’t stand it.”
You start to gag while rustling against Naoya’s front, attempting to push his large frame away and create some distance between you two— but it’s pointless. He doesn’t budge one bit.
“It’s hard for you to keep quiet, huh?” he gives you a pitiful laugh. “Maybe I do like talkative women in some cases.”
Although it feels like a decade, it’s only been about six months of living under the same roof as your mother’s husband.
From the first week, the two of you had clashed heads more frequently than before he married your mom. As pleasant as it was living only with your mother back in your small apartment, it was nice to finally have your own room with much more space to work with it. Not only that, but there’s more room in general throughout the whole house. There’s a pool in the backyard, a basement where you can do as you please; watch movies on your projector or workout. For goodness sake, you have your own king-sized bed, bathroom, and walk-in closet!
But is a bigger room within a big ass house really worth the bullshit and headaches you put with at least once a week?
“I think I’ve been more than patient with you now, don’t you think so too?” Naoya gazes down at your staggered face, oh-so-generously giving you a few seconds to give some sort of reply around his fingers. “I asked you a question, so I expect an answer— almost immediately.”
Naoya retrieves his glistening fingers from your agape mouth, creating a thin string of saliva that’s connected to both your bottom lip and his fingertips. He then firmly places his hand back on your waist, awaiting your answer with curious eyes.
You promptly clear your throat, panting at sudden removal. You grin at your step-dad’s stupid face, using the back of your dominant hand to wipe the dribble from the corners of your mouth and chin.
“I think you should go to hell,” you quickly accumulate saliva in your mouth, head tilting back to aim for his face. You swiftly hawk it in his direction, hoping it’d at least reach the fucker’s nose.
But instead, your spit lands on his tense neck— right at the adam’s apple. You smirk in satisfaction anyways, watching as the spittle speedily makes its way down between his pecs due to the force of gravity.
Fuck you, Naoya.
“Nasty, nasty bitch,” he huffs. “I’ve lost my patience with a brat like you.”
Naoya’s hands abruptly leave your body to wipe the spittle off his neck and chest. You take this chance to escape, rushing toward the steps.
But before both of your feet could leave the floor, you’re met with brute force— a force that wasn’t present from before. The motion happens quickly, leaving you flat on your butt and your shoulders with an odd lingering feeling of soreness.
The sudden impact to the cool, rigid floor tiles causes you to momentarily clutch at the front of your head. You open your eyes and redirect your focus above to see blurred clones of the brawny man approaching you. You unclamp your forehead, panic rapidly replacing the anger you’ve felt this whole time. You scurry backward on your hands, pushing off your heels and sliding your denim-covered butt across the floor until your back is met with the firm door of a cabinet.
Shit.
“Look I-”
“On your knees,” he grits through clenched teeth, a prominent vein on the right side of his tight neck. “Right fuckin’ now.”
“Th-”
“That’s not you bratting out again, is it?” Naoya reaches down and grips a handful of your locks, pulling you up off your butt. “I won’t say it again.”
“O-okay,” you oblige, using your sore palms to slowly maneuver yourself onto your knees.
For once, you’re actually following Naoya’s orders— but solely out of fright. Does it matter to him, though? Fuck no, obedience is obedience.
“Good,” he grins. “You’re making the connection now, aren’t you?”
“I don’t-”
You’re interrupted by Naoya’s palm colliding with your cheek. You squeal, immediate sting and heat pooling in from the impact.
“I’ve heard enough of your brave bitch speech,” he clicks his tongue. “If I ask you a question, only reply with ‘yes.’ Matter of fact, you could even nod if you really want me to be happy. Understood?” The less the bastard hears your pathetic voice, the better.
You nod with burning eyes, subconsciously bringing a hand up to rub the spot he smacked, but that only angers him more.
“Hands on my strings, not your face,” he rips your hand away from your cheek with his free hand. “Untie the knot, or I’ll give the same treatment to your other cheek.”
With fidgeting hands, you reach up to the stretchy band of his sweatpants. You swallow thickly, placing your fingers on the braided cotton string by their dark grey metal aglets.
Heart palpitating against your sternum, your palms start to grow clammy. You stall as you undo the two tight bows, softly tugging the aglets— hoping and praying Naoya wouldn’t notice your hindering too much.
“Hurry the fuck up,” he roughly jerks your head back, kissing his teeth out of annoyance. “You deaf?”
You whimper from the tug, quickly obeying his order. Immediately, you yank both aglets and watch in trepidation as the strings become undone.
Naoya then grabs one of your hands, placing it on his lower abdomen— right at the band of his sweatpants. With his large hand enveloping yours, he forces you to rub his semi-hard cock through the grey-colored cotton.
It feels... wrong? Perverted? Unethical? There’s no way to extensively describe such an infrequent feeling like this.
Naoya has severely crossed the line several times today. He confiscated your keys, neglected your personal space, put his hands on you, and constrained you to perform inappropriate acts on him. Something is seriously wrong with him.
But now, things are dangerously escalating. Escalating to a point where you’re petrified of his next move and the move after that. If you knew beforehand that things would get to this point, you would’ve left the house an hour ago and taken the transit. Nobara would understand, right?
“I was actually on my way to the basement,” his hand is still over yours, stroking his erect cock through his two layers of clothing. “I was gonna do some bench pressing and enjoy the afternoon I had all to myself.”
Naoya grunts, lightly throwing his head back before meeting your fearful eyes again. “But I’m glad I caught you just in— no, you couldn’t leave without your keys. You were going to ask me for them anyway.”
His motions over your hand grow tedious before they come to a complete stop. With one hand still entangled in your hair, he uses the other one to grab your free hand.
Naoya then brings your unoccupied hand up to his groin, positioning both of your hands on the stretchy, elastic waistband.
“Pull ‘em down,” he licks his lips, tilting his head to keenly watch you. “I don’t have to tell you twice this time, do I? I know you wouldn’t want that, sweetheart.”
“What I want is for someone to kick you so hard in the nuts, you fucking die.” is what you want to reply with so badly.
But what would your mother’s husband have to say or even do about that? Would he tug on your locks like it’s rope again? Would he smack the other side of your face like he promised he’d do? Would he even dare to go as far as—
You vigorously shake your head no, but it’s not in response to the question he queried just a few seconds ago. Blinking away the tears that scorch your eyes, you give yourself a quick pep talk before the man in front of you possibly grows impatient and loses his shit again.
Just do what he says and you’ll get your keys back.
Muscles opposing in your strained throat, you swallow thickly again and focus on the task at hand. Fingers tucking in past the two cotton-blend layers, your knuckles brush against the trail of coarse hair at Naoya’s navel.
“Look at you,” he hums in satisfaction, palm sliding from front to back on your head like a disciplined puppy. “So you can be obedient? You just choose not to, hm?”
You nod again in response, just the way Naoya likes it. With a quick, low exhale, you curl your fingers around the stretchy band of both layers— hooking them before swiftly tugging his sweats down.
Almost immediately, you’re faced with Naoya’s throbbing, rigid cock. You watch in both shock and repugnance as a fresh bead of precum forms at the swollen, red crown of his tip. Is Naoya really getting off to the fact that his defiant step-daughter is on her knees, obeying his every order? Of course, the sick bastard is.
“There’s absolutely nothing else in this world that I love more than a woman who knows her place,” he gloats, using his free hand to guide the tip of his cock to your agape mouth. “That’s the connection.”
To say he feels accomplished is most likely an understatement. To put it more accurately, Naoya would say that he feels like his own version of a successful construction man. His tactics are genius in his eyes; he forcibly destroys your strong-willed cement walls with only a few swings of his coercion-filled wrecking ball.
“Suck,” he orders with several taps of his tumescent tip on your lips, lightly smearing pre on your once-glossed lips.
You mentally curse at the command with a nauseous stomach, the uneasiness in your body too great for you to move a muscle. He can’t be serious— is he serious right now? Is he out of his-
“You don’t want me to repeat it again,” the fingers knotted in your locks tighten, pulling at your tender scalp. “Open your fucking mouth and suck it. Right now.”
“Ah- okay, okay,” you surrender, breathing quickening as you slowly open your mouth.
Naoya doesn’t even think twice to give you a warm-up for somewhat complying this far. With a quick slam of his hips, his cock mercilessly enters your mouth— seeking beyond the back of your tongue. Your gag reflexes immediately take effect as you bring both hands up, placing them on the quadriceps of his sturdy thighs for support. You start to choke, tears welling up in your eyes as the prominent vein on Naoya’s cock repeatedly brushes against your uvula.
“I know you’ve sucked cock before,” he groans at the delicious feeling of his cock head probing the warm depths of your throat. “Don’t play amateur sweetheart, suck it properly or I’ll have to get a lil’ rough with you.”
With several warm, salty tears rolling down your cheeks, you stretch your tongue out to caress the underside of Naoya’s cock. When his grip on your hair gets tighter (expressing disapproval), you hollow your cheeks. Buccal now tightly cushioning his pulsing cock, you attempt to bob your head on his length.
“That’s fucking good,” he throws his head back, jaw falling slack. “Just like that.”
Placing both hands on the back of your head, Naoya takes matters into his own hands again. Roughly rocking his hips, his heavy balls harshly slapping against your chin.
“Please-” you make an effort to communicate your discomfort through tears, but it resembles muffles and gags coming straight from your throat. “No more.”
“Shut your- ugh fuck,” Naoya shudders from his sensitive tip being persistently engulfed by your warm throat. “Shut your mouth. You’ll know when I’m- hah, done.”
Your vision grows even more blurry with every tear created in your lacrimal glands. Breathing at this point only gets more challenging— it’s basically nonexistent as Naoya gets his way, exploiting your throat for his pleasure and satisfaction.
Saliva continues to seep from the corners of your mouth, lubricating the fucker’s cock while also wetting the tiled floor below you. Your arms grow tired from clutching tightly onto his thighs, and your sore jaw only gradually continues to ache.
You’re moments away from letting go of your only source of physical support when Naoya abruptly pulls out of your mouth. Worn out and exhausted, you lean your head back into his hold with your palms planted on the floor, gasping and coughing for the air you once took for granted.
“Upsy-daisy,” he smoothes his fingers from front to back over your head. “Fun’s just-”
“No, no, no, please-” you choke out mid-cough, the uneasiness in your stomach reaching its peak as he looks down at you with a grin. Your eyes start to tear up again, both angry and fearful of the unhinged fucker standing in front of you.
“No?” Naoya’s soothing touch once more becomes aggressive, jerking your head by your hair. “Who are you telling ‘no’ to?”
“You!” your hands reach above your head to grip Naoya’s wrists. You attempt to pry off his hands, but his hold on your hair remains firm. “You’re going to regret this when my mom-”
“She won’t find out,” Naoya grabs more locks of your hair and pulls upwards, forcing you to stand up. “Because you’re not gonna tell her, and I’ll make sure of that— now get the fuck up.”
You don’t budge, choosing to ignore his command and claw at his rugged hands. You recognize this only angers Naoya more, but if you were going down— you wouldn’t go down without a fight.
Mid brawl with your step-dad’s hands in your hair, you manage to land a downward slap on his infuriated face— making sure your nails scrape his skin in the process. Naoya’s forbearance is nonexistent as he increases the force he exerts on you, no longer giving you second chances to correct your actions.
“I’ve had enough of these games,” is all you hear him say before everything moves fast, your brain unable to keep up with his movements. “If you’re going to fight me, here’s a piece of advice— don’t.”
He was quick with it, manhandling you through your screams and punches until your hips are pinned against the sink countertop. His front presses against the posterior of your figure, trapping you between him and the counter. Naoya then grabs hold of your wrists and restrains them behind your back to prevent you from further scratching him.
“This is wrong!” you shout, wiggling your hips and attempting to jerk your hands from his grasp. “And you fucking know it too! The fuck is wrong with you?!”
Transferring both wrists into a hand, he uses his free hand to reach over you and turn the sink on. Your brows furrow at the random act. Why is he just letting the water run?
“It’s not my fault we’re doing this,” Naoya grits through his teeth. “It’s your goddamn fault.”
“My fault!? You’re just an entitled piece of-”
Your sentence is cut short when you notice Naoya undoing the clasp on your jeans. Ignoring your wails and kicks, he swiftly pops the button open before hauling down your zipper. Heart hammering in your chest, you struggle to regulate your breathing— tears quickly returning to your eyes again.
“Naoya, stop this-” you clear the lump in your throat. “You’ve gone too-”
“Too far? Me? Too far?” he snickers. “You deserve this.”
“I hope you die a painful death,” you sniffle. “Worst way possible too.”
“Aw, you’re too kind,” his smile diabolical. “It’s nice to know that you want the best for me— even if it’s the worst at the same time.”
You don’t respond, staring at the water that flows from the tap with warm tears running down your face. Naoya, however, makes the next move and reaches over you again, cupping his hand at the stream.
“See this?” he splashes the clear liquid in your face, causing you to yelp and pull away. You exhale through your mouth before clearing your throat to recover. Naoya suddenly repeats the action again, his hand smothering the aqua all over your eyes, nose, cheeks, and mouth. “It’s water that should’ve been used for what?”
You know it’s bad enough to keep quiet, but why should you keep answering someone like him? Someone whose only goal is to disrespect and demean you for being an independent, bold woman. Screw this guy and his entitled mentality-
“Answer me!” Naoya growls, using his wet hand to land a sharp blow on your denim-covered ass cheek.
“Dishes!” you yell, swinging your heel backward to kick him in the shin. “For the fucking dishes, you asshole!”
“Watch yourself,” he warns. “Actually— you know what? Enough talking now.”
Naoya forcefully hooks four fingers into your back pocket, his thumb gripping the outside. He yanks at the denim material with a grunt, bringing your pants and underwear down to your thighs.
“Stop!” you slam a foot on top of his. “I said st-”
“What a shame,” he chuckles. “One minute you’re all high and mighty, next minute you’re screaming ‘stop!’ Pick a fucking side. Are you a brave bitch or a weak whore?”
“I’m-”
“Oh god,” Naoya rolls his eyes, clamping his calloused hand over your open mouth. “I don’t care for your answer.”
Through the loud ringing in your ears and the vibrations of your muffles, you hear what sounds like Naoya spitting. Your eyes widen, shock freezing every muscle as your reality finally registers.
“No more words from here on out,” he unclamps his hand. “But if you start to enjoy it, then different story.”
Naoya rubs the makeshift lube in, grinding the underside of his cock head up and down your slit. He curses under his breath, bringing the tip of his cock to tease you, circling your sensitive nub. You jerk your hips from the electrifying feeling, a strained moan leaving your throat in the process.
“Yeah,” he lines his cock at your entrance with a smirk. “Only noises like that should come out of your pathetic mouth.”
Naoya starts to push inside of you with a guttural groan, his free hand switching to grip at your bare ass cheeks as he sinks in deeper into your tight, warm cunt.
“Fuck,” he throws his head back, hips moving to create a pace. “Don’t even think the spit was needed. You fucking wanted this, didn’t you?”
“You’re-”
“Why is it so hard for you to stay in your place and follow orders, huh?” Naoya lowly grunts, teeth grazing your earlobe before he abruptly bites down on it. You wince and crane your neck, your back instinctively arching from the sting. His hand leaves your ass and travels up your body to your throat, fingers squeezing at the throbbing pulse as his hot breath makes you writhe beneath him. “Is this what you wanted all along? You like being fucked into submission or somethin’?”
“No-” you gasp, nails digging into your palms. “No, no, no-”
“You’re-” Naoya grunts into your ear, feeling your walls pulsate and flutter around his length. “A horrible liar.”
“Please-”
“That’s more like it,” he grins, fingers snaking up to grab your chin and redirect your focus to his perspiring face. “When you want something from a man, you beg for it. Now open, I think I should repay you for what you gave me earlier.”
Oh god. You know what’s coming, but you don’t want it— you’ll never want it. There’s no way to avoid it either.
You weakly open your mouth and close your eyes, further separating your parched lips as Naoya slows his pace. With two fingers, he briskly presses on your bottom row of teeth and tongue before hawking a sizeable amount of spit into your mouth. His spit is distasteful and vile as it sits in your mouth, mixing with your own saliva— but what’s to come next is another nightmare.
“Drink up,” he growls, squeezing your cheeks together. “Or I just might have to do it again and again until you learn.”
Naoya stops thrusting just to watch you ingest the warm liquid, staring intensely at your face and throat as you do so.
“Say ahh,” he smirks as he inspects your mouth. “Good.”
Pushing your head forward, Naoya’s hand grips onto your shoulder as he picks up from where he left off. He starts to thrust inside of you again— this time at a swift, overwhelming speed that has you throwing your head back with fresh tears prickling your eyes.
His ego is solely fed by your inability to do anything but moan and shriek as his cock sinks deeper and deeper, making your cunt uncontrollably squelch and squeeze around him.
The roughness of his strokes causes him to tug harder on your shoulder and bound wrists until they ultimately burn with soreness. Several warm tears continue to stream down your face as your hips repeatedly bump into the granite countertop— a bruise sure to make its appearance by the morning. Through your cries, you attempt to still yourself and clench your cunt, hoping it’d force Naoya to slow his swift pace.
He has to give you credit. Even in a precipitous situation like this, you can still think of ways to interfere with his tactics. It’s clever— but it’s a wasted effort when the bastard is both stronger and taller than you.
“Stop that shit,” he scolds, spanking a bare cheek with his large palm. “Arch your fucking back or I’ll finish inside.”
“No, no,” you mutter, teary eyes blinking away the dreadful thought. “Not inside.”
It doesn’t occur to you at the moment, but there’s absolutely no way Naoya would cum inside of you— especially not while he’s married to your mom. As extreme as this punishment is already, he would never get so wrapped up in the feeling that he finishes inside.
But nonetheless, his severe tone alone leaves you with no other option but to obey.
“That’s more like it,” Naoya watches as you arch your back into the counter, hoping it meets his expectations. “This is how it should always be.”
You discern the slight decrease in his Naoya’s pace as he lets go of your bound wrists, allowing you to grip the edge of the stainless steel sink for support. One of his large hands blindly extends down your body to your swollen clit, rubbing the nub in tight, rhythmic circles. Your hips jerk in response with each rub at the bundle of nerves, fortuitously meeting Naoya’s brisk strokes.
“And they just keep coming, huh?” he sneers, bringing his other hand up to your debauched face, harshly wiping the tears from your wet cheeks before shoving them into your agape mouth. He’s once again thrusting the thick digits against your tongue— this time ensuring you’ve tasted the salt and defeat of your disgraceful weeping. “Tastes like... the tears of a weak, needy bitch, doesn’t it?”
His words sound faint as he retrieves his fingers; they don’t even register in your head as you struggle to keep yourself on two feet.
Skin slapping against each other, your moans, Naoya’s grunts and scornful laughter— they all primarily fill the kitchen. His hands routinely add to the noise, striking your ass each time your arched form becomes dull.
With a hand secured on your hip and fingers still relentlessly rubbing at your puffy clit, your cunt starts to cream and gush around his cock. Your teary eyes are squeezed shut as a high-pitched moan leaves your throat and your whole body becomes undone.
Naoya fucks you through your orgasm, ignoring your cries of overstimulation as he chases his own release. He snaps his hips up into you, your cunt squelching and sucking him back in with every thrust. The sounds of his erect cock thrusting into your wet cunt are beyond embarrassing— it’s incredibly humiliating. You’re only continuing to milk him at this point and you can’t stop it.
With a low grunt, he abruptly pulls out— spurts of warm, thick semen painting the contour of your ass as you collapse over the sink. Jerking the last few drops of his release onto your skin, the bastard smirks, taking pride in the canvas he just painted white.
Naoya wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, taking a step back as he tucks his half-limp cock back into his pants. Still smirking, he briefly watches your fucked out hole spasm— clenching and unclenching around nothing.
He stands back up to full height before reaching into his pocket, hands searching for what you sought earlier.
“Go see your lil’ friend,” he tosses your keys on the counter with a flick of his wrist. “Ah right, you might want to wipe that off... or take another shower. If you’re smart, maybe this time you’ll take your keys with you.”
Naoya steps out of the kitchen but turns his head towards you once more, deciding to say one last thing before heading to the basement.
“You should always do as you’re told,” he advises, recalling how this predicament started. “Or keep disrespecting me— your choice. I’ve noticed that bratty girls like you love to underestimate men like me.”
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valedictorian student gave her professor blowjob to get a better grade (gone wrong!)
a part of Jujutsu Hub collab, check out the rest of the works from other talented writers. thank you @suna-reversed for letting me be part of this!
pairing: modern au! professor noritoshi kamo + student fem!reader
genre: 18+ smut, minors dni
warning: thread slight ahead, coercion, exploitation through power dynamics, dubcon, manipulative behaviour (both characters), humiliation, degradation, male receiving oral, penetrative sex, voyeurism, creampie
note: the obligatory trio of mine: unedited, lowercase intended and english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it.
tagging: @fushigurocockslut , @sukirichi , @sassyeahhhh, @unabashednightmarepizza, @dok-ja, @chososupremacy, @cotton-curse, @lazy10ieiri have fun
check out a fanart of professor kamo: here
“professor kamo!”
the mentioned didn’t even bat an eye, legs moving faster while focusing on his phone and the cup of coffee in his hand. she grunted, speeding up her pace until she was directly behind him. a waft of his perfume hit her. this man smells expensive; a walking daddy issue reminder.
unlike her other professors who are as old as her own father, her thermodynamic professor is young, probably few years older than her. a random guess because no one knows his actual age or whether he’s single or married or anything. all they knew was he was transferred from kyoto and that his family’s name is a famous for something she couldn’t even remember anymore.
physics department of university of tokyo was buzzing ever since his transfer.
except maybe for her technical mathematics professor. she bit the inside of her cheeks, holding a smile as she thought of professor gojo satoru. she wouldn’t mind a bite of that. her thoughts halted when her face slammed straight onto his back. a string of curses escaped his lips as the coffee spilled slightly over his coat, annoyed that this student still followed him despite him actively ignoring her. they stopped right in front of his office; she was too engrossed in her thought she didn’t even realise it.
“you better have a good goddamn excuse for disturbing me.”
she watched as he unlocked his office, not bothered to hold it open for her and headed straight for the desk. he removed his jacket, undoing a couple button of his white shirt and rolling the sleeves up. all while his eyes stared boringly up and down her body. she started to feel conscious of her look, clearing her throat as she quickly crossed her arms across her chest. she picked the wrong day to wear her new skirt that fell just above her knees.
“are you going to continue to daydream in my office or are you going to tell me what you want trailing me like a dog, miss l/n, isn’t it?”
he glanced at the name sheet on his table, the way her last name rolled out of his tongue went straight down her spine. he sat on the chair; the wheels squeaked at the sudden weight upon it. she ignored the shudders, dropping her bag on the floor before occupying herself on the chair in front of the simple hollow wooden desk. she could see his legs crossed from where she sat, and her mind wondered how easy it would be for her to crawl through.
“miss l/n? is this going to be long? i have a meeting in 30 minutes,” he pointed to the opened laptop in front of him.
she startled, “uh yes, i have a couple issues with you, professor kamo, if you don’t mind. firstly, since when do you release our carry mark out in public like that? it’s a private information, i don’t see other professors doing it.” the world doesn’t need to know her name and her 69% carry mark with red letters and all when she clearly knew she aced the midterm. unconventional but everyone in his class got a leaked pdf of the midterm the night before and she personally knew that it was right because she was the one who leaked it. not that she told people that it was her doing but heck, she should’ve been right above the 75% passing mark.
he shrugged, “i only released carry mark of people that's below the passing mark. just a reminder for them to work hard on the upcoming finals. no harm in that.” she gritted her teeth at the way he looked so smug.
“only my name is not covered and censored, professor kamo, that’s a breach of my privacy, so there’s a harm in that,” she protested, pulling her phone out. she unlocked it, opened the photo, and handed the professor the proof. it was right, only her name was uncensored while others had their names blacked out with only student ids available.
she was the only student in his class in the failing mark.
“like i said,” he offered her a smirk, throwing gasoline straight into her burning wound, “it’s a reminder for you to work harder, miss l/n. thermodynamic isn’t even hard. i don’t know why you struggled when most of your classmates passed easily. you have 7 weeks till finals, right?” she nodded at his question. “maybe you should drop my class. i would approve your unenrollment, no harm. but it would affect your transcript this semester. your choice. anyway, would you mind? my meeting is starting early.” he pointed to the door, a silent and kinda polite get the fuck out of my office while he wore his wireless earbuds and turned his attention to the laptop.
she stared at the man in disbelieved. the audacity of this man to just tell her to drop the subject which she knew for a fact that she had high carry mark.
“y-you can’t do that? it’s inappropriate for you to force your students to drop a class because of your own incompetency. i have higher marks than that stupid cunt with her stupid tits out in every of your class and you are telling me she got fucking 80%?” she slammed her hand on the table, sending a couple of his stuff flying. she could hear a couple rumbling from his earphone asking if there’s something wrong and he turned his attention towards her. he wasn’t exactly mad, maybe slightly annoyed.
“stupid cunt with her tits out?” the amusing look on his face and his little chuckle made her wanted to crawl over the desk and choke the living out of him. he snapped his finger and glanced on the name list, “ahh, was it emma?”
“yes, who else?” she snapped, “but it’s only appropriate for me to call her cunt. you’re her professor. unless- huh, nevermind. but you know, i’m not that surprised.”
professor kamo snorted, pressing something on his keyboard so loudly she wouldn’t even surprise if he breaks something, “away, 5 minutes,” he said before pressing the button again. he let out a harsh breath before leaning back in his chair, “i feel like you’re insinuating something i don’t associated myself with.” she gave a bitter laugh, hand pressed to her chest as she leaned over the desk.
“you look cute when you act stupid. everyone knows emma slept with all of her professors. she’s a long friend of mine, we know her motives. you don’t need to feel so high and mighty. you’re new, it’s okay to be emma’s little fuck toys.”
he pinched the bridge of his nose, lips pressed thin as he let her words sunk in. should’ve taken the directory board position, noritoshi, should’ve done that instead, his mind rambled.
“fine,” he lifted his shoulder in a half shrug as he leaned forward, fingers intertwined, “i’ll give you two options. i will either report you for this wild accusation you’re throwing at me right now, or you leave my office, drop my subject and i’ll forget you ever dare say shit like that to my face.”
“or?” her brows shot up.
“or?”
she scoffed, “there’s always a third option. what is it?”
“get,” he squinted his eyes, this time she knew he was on thin ice as he jerked his head towards the door, “out.” he didn’t wait for any response or reaction from his student, just shove his earbuds back in and continued with his meeting. she could see the heavy clenching on his jaws, and she fought to urge to let out a final couple words. he’s not worth it, y/n, let it go¸ shouted a voice from the corner of her brain. she stood up, grabbing her bag before heading for the door.
“i’m back. just throwing some trash out.”
her movement halted. she gritted her teeth and contemplated. she knew reporting him without any proof would just be useless. it would be his words against hers. if she was going to fail this subject, might as well make it worth. emma shouldn’t be the only one having fun here.
she let go of the door handle and glanced around. he was still engrossed with his meeting and some paperwork, and he looked just so inviting. his office was slightly dimmed and quite private, being the furthest from the busy stairs. locking the door, she dropped her bag and tossed her hair back out of her face. on one hand, she was going to get called out for her lack of regard for her school responsibilities and on the other, she was about to seduce her professor with the mind blowing blowjob of her life with the man of she never thought she would. there was a unique mixture of fear and arousal in her right now. he didn’t even realise she was still in the room until he felt something on his legs.
“what th-”
she tightened her grip to his thighs. “shut up, or i’ll scream,” she threatened, her fingers looping around to undo his belt buckle. there was a little smile on her face as she unzipped his pants down. through the reflection of the mirror behind the door, he could see her underneath his desk; her hiked-up skirt, her pretty lace panties on the show. “there’s always a third option, professor kamo,” she was slightly surprised to see that he was actually half hard in her hands, “never knew talking about emma and her tits got you going, prof. was it her tits or was it my short skirt?” his grips on the edge of the desk were whitening, his eyes darting back and forth from the laptop and her face nuzzling on his cock.
you okay, noritoshi? you look like you’ve seen ghost? one of the professors in the meeting raised a concern. “yeah, uh, just the lighting in my office. i look slightly pale,” he fought the urge to moan, when she replaced her fingers with her mouth, with each passing second, his arousal taking over his guilt. “hold on, hold on,” he hissed as he scrambled to mute the meeting, succeeding but with a painful cost of her squeezing the base of his dick harshly.
“nuh uh, that’s not how this game works, professor. keep your mic and video on. for every 5 minutes you manage to control yourself, i’ll take a piece of my clothes off,” he watched as her fingers slowly unbuttoned her shirt, shrugging it aside revealing a skimpy bralette that barely hold her breasts in. noritoshi was breathless, kneeling between his legs, teasing his cock is his own beautiful student, only in her bralette and skirt and that long boots that accentuated her legs. he nodded, agreeing to her term.
“oh, and one more thing. you’ll fix my fucking score. it’s really a win-win situation,” she flicked her tongue against the reddening tip. his dick twitched and she could see his pre cum slowly oozing out of the slit. “if not, i’ll scream and we’ll see how it goes.”
“you’re a stupid cunt,” he hissed as her mouth enveloped his tip, humming in agreement as she gripped his thighs. she was completely taken off guard. this was supposed to be a simple seduction in attempt to fix her score but instead now she was finding herself actually turned on from dominating her professor. her tongue pressed flat against his length, her head going up and down in such an excruciating pace, his hand immediately went down. it was easy to pull her tits out of her bralette, she let out a little mewling as his fingers rolled her nubs roughly, occasionally a little slap or two against her sensitive mound. he glanced at the clock, excruciatingly waiting for that 1 more minute mark so he could have her remove her skirt off.
he wasn’t focusing on the meeting anymore. there was a tiny part of noritoshi that wished he could stop but the rest of him was determined to see his student’s nose crushed against his pelvis. he didn’t need to ask as her eyes locked on his own as she forced herself down to the base. he felt her little gagging, but she pushed through. his face reddened with the loud sound of her throat clamping on his cock, the squelching and her moans echoing his room. with his cock deep in her throat, he watched as she unzipped her skirt, tossing it aside.
his fingers grabbed hold of her hair, eagerly thrusting his hips upward. he caught her hand running down her belly, slipping into her panties, her lidded eyes and her moans intensified, as she pleasured herself. his cock slipped from her lips, she struggled to catch her breath, giving her aching jaw a break while concentrating on her cunt for a bit. she panted in barely controlled lust.
“panties,” he murmured below his breath and she nodded eagerly, removing the thin material soaked in her arousal. then she was down on his cock again. his head was buzzing, with her tight throat clamping on his cock again and the sound of her pussy squelching around her fingers, it was absolute heaven. soon, she was fucking herself so furiously that she temporarily lost control of herself. her sucking became more forceful; her moaning became loud grunting. he sat there motionless, cock aching to be buried in her cunt as her orgasm hit her and his head spinning.
her eyes widened as he pulled himself out and stood up. “what the fuck? ouch!” she screamed as he pulled her out of the under table, fingers laced in her hair as he tossed her on the table. confused, she startled when she realised that the meeting was still on and the 15 different screens of different professors were looking on her. her tits and cunt were put on display and her face warmed when she realised, she recognized a couple of her own professors.
professor gojo, especially, seemed interested in the lack of her clothes.
her fight or flight kicked in and she pushed herself up to run and hide but his hand pressed on her back and he roughly pulled her head up. she fought the urge to break down. her body shivered at the feeling of his warm breath on her back, her bra unclasped, and she was completely bare. professor kamo laughed, one of the earbuds transferred from his ears and she could listen to the murmuring of the different professors.
“ahh, and i thought nori was lying when he said he got a student sucking him off,” came from professor geto.
professor gojo was giddy, “oh i love her, she’s in my tech math class, y/n i think. she has big brain and an even bigger pair of titties.”
“you guys are being disgusting.” a female voice interjected.
“don’t hate us cause you ain’t us, utahime,” professor gojo snickered, “hey kamo, maybe if you’re done with her, drop her off to utahime, she hasn’t had pussy in a while.”
“fuck off, satoru.”
noritoshi nuzzled against her, his warm breath tickled her ear and when she tried to move, he only held her tighter. she could feel his wet cock resting on the valley of her ass. she tried to open her mouth, building her courage to scream but his hand covered her mouth instantly. “nuh uh, that’s not how this game works,” he teased, landing a hand on one of her plushy ass cheeks. the vulnerable feeling overwhelmed her, and only deepened the pit of desire in her belly.
“tell me, do you think i didn’t know what you’re doing coming into my office in that piece of cloth you dared call skirt? you think you’re manipulating me, sweetheart, how stupid can you be?”
she shut her eyes close when his fingers ghosted between her legs. the whistling and yelling came from the earbud invaded her mind reminding her that she was being watched; a quiet whimper fell from her lips as her professor parted her soaked slit. so, she did lie when she said professor gojo was the only professor she fantasized of doing; she couldn't pretend anymore that she’d not fantasized that many nights under the covers with the company of her vibrator thinking about being spread apart by him. she just never thought it'd be like this. and in front of a lot of spectators. her whole body felt hot.
“you’re right about emma, she got big tits but she could never get 80 in my class. i swiped her mark with yours, i know you’ll freak out,” he explained, an amusing smile etched on his face when she let out a shaky moan as his fingers circled her clit. a wave of shame washed over her, his touches intensifying the throbbing desire to be fucked right now.
“you see these people,” he let go of her mouth, moved to grab her jaw forcing her to look down on the screen, “all of the professors here, we all had a bet going. which one of our students can be bagged and fucked into our personal little cum slut for the rest of the semester? i mean it would be easy for me to go with emma, she sleeps around but where’s the fun in that when i can get a scholarship holder like you? what would the board said when they realised a future valedictorian graduate like you seduced her professor for higher marks?” she let out a choke sob, humiliated at revelation. she thought of how easily she fell in his trap few hours ago.
“i won’t tell anyone, please, i need my scholarship, my parents will murder me if i get kicked out,” she cried out, head back desperately begging for his mercy. she ignored the teasing remarks and the whistling, ignoring the warmth spreading all over her face and neck.
“sounds like someone agreed to be a teacher’s pet,” professor mei mei interjected.
noritoshi tilted his head, brows up in question, “so, what do you say, buttercup? it’s really a win-win situation.”
his hand moved back to the front of her neck, squeezing lightly as he pushed his palm on her lower back. her ass jutted up; legs spread giving the camera a nice view of her soaking cunt.
“i-i don't know-” she whimpered; the corner of mind hesitating while the other had her gasping at the feeling of his cock running along her slippery slit.
"you're this turned on,” he emphasised on his word as the tip of his cock slipped easily into her entrance, “you can't even think straight, can you? let me help you decide, okay?” he nipped just below her ear as he thrusted his hard length inside her. an appreciative moan escaped her mouth, enjoying the way her slick walls clamped down desperately on him. “pro-professor kamo!” she gasped, and he tightened his grip to her neck as his hips snapped backward and back in, giving her barely any time to adjust herself. the stretch burned but after a while it had her eyes rolling backward.
“i think she should play with herself,” a voice commented.
“what do you think, sweetie?” he hummed, planting a kiss on the crook of her neck. his other free hand travelled to her chest, giving her breast a quick squeeze. his thrusts slowed down sending her eyes wide opened as she looked back at him.
she nodded eagerly, “p-please let me touch myself, professor kamo.”
he glanced to the camera, a smug smile on his face, “i think she finally get the game,” she listened to the murmuring of agreement before he nodded, giving her the permission to touch herself. “you’re not allowed to cum, however. i’ll know if you fake it or pretend not too, so don’t test me,” he whispered down on her ears, a little something for her only.
he returned to his mean pace, over and over, his thrust gradually getting faster, with the angle of their position had him slamming directly into her g-spot every time. even from the camera they could see the slick running down her thighs. the way her tits bounced with every thrust, her desperate whimpered and tears running down her face had some of the audiences pulling their own pants down.
he couldn’t help but to grin when he realised, she was meeting his pace halfway. “it felt good huh?” he teased, tightening his grip to her waist, thrusting harder than before. "yes, professor, it feels so good when you fuck me like that," the sound of their skin slapping resonated loudly; they didn’t give any thoughts of whether anyone walking around could’ve heard it.
“cum-nghh, please,” she couldn’t control the mewls and whimpers that escaped her mouth, desperately clenching around him. she was lost in the smell of him, drowning in the smell of sex circulating the room. it wasn’t helping that his mouth was against her ear, breathing and moaning heavily occasionally whispering how much she felt so good on him, how he was so desperate to fill her up and loving how full she looked with the little bulge on her belly.
“you think you deserve to cum?”
“yes, professor,” she battered her eyes, “please let me cum.”
“are you going to show them how full you’ll be when i fill you up?” he questioned, his lips jutted a little with a little begging look which she ate up quickly, nodding enthusiastically. oh, how his little pet was so obliging and eager to please. twisting her head back, he pressed his lips on her with her little tongue imitating the movement of her hips in a rhythm. just like her, he was desperately close to cumming; god knows how he deserves to fill up his student. he started bucking frantically, loving the feeling of every inch of her tight, hot cunt. he could feel his own orgasm building with each long, hard thrust.
“cumming, fuck, fuck, professo- i’m-”
she couldn’t even make out a proper sentence, her own moan interrupted herself as the long awaiting waves of orgasm crashed through. she could feel her cunt clenching on his length as she came, and it wasn’t long until her own professor came undone. he bit down on her shoulder, grunting heavily as he continued to thrust, feeling spurts of his warm jizz filling up her tight cunt.
it took them a couple of minutes to recover, breathing heavily with his dick still buried in her. he had to clear his throat before any words would come out, his voice was so dry. “fuck, come, get on the table, show them your pretty little cunt,” his hoarse voice ordered, she whimpered at the empty feeling of her cunt but eager to please as she sat on the table. with her legs spread open and the laptop in the middle of her legs, her sweaty back resting against his frantic chest, their audiences watched eagerly as his cum dribbled down her aching cunt down her ass and onto the table.
he brushed the hair off her sweaty face and looked into her eyes. she could see her freedom fleeting away from the smile on his face, sealing the fate of her scholarship and her future in his hand and his dark eyes glinting eagerly as they listened to their praises. she was too tired to brush them off, desperately to flick a finger to the camera but she could barely move. she was putty in his arms, his finger hooked her chin up, their eyes met.
“good job, miss y/n,” professor kamo praised, patting her cheeks gently, “i think you earned a little extra mark for that initiative.”
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Caught | Itadori Jin (nsfw)
SYNOPSIS: He catches you masturbating.
READER: female
INCLUDES: babysitter, dilf, age gap, masturbation, cunnilingus, soft sex, soft dom!Jin, praise, Princess nickname, mild overstimulation, hickeys, protected sex, loss of virginity
WORDS: 2328
WRITTEN: 04/04/2021
NOTES: This piece is for @suna-reversed JujutsuHub event!
Jin's wife left him shortly after their son was born. Between work and the divorce, he barely had time to take care of his son, Yuuji.
That was where you came in. You loved children and had babysat for your siblings and the neighborhood moms' children since you were young.
It was only natural that you became an official babysitter. You went to school and got an official license. You preferred to stay long-term with children until they were ready to be separated from you.
You were highly talked about in Jin's neighborhood, so he decided to give you a call after hearing that the last child you took care of was ready to separate from you. He was a bit weary since you were so young, just fresh out of school, but he was amazed at how good you were with Yuuji.
You usually stayed with the household if they were newborns, so you had your own room in Jin's house.
"Hi, sweetie," you cooed.
Your fingers held onto Yuuji's wrist, making him wave at you. He gurgled happily, smiling up at you as you scrunched your face and kissed him.
"You're so cute. I love you so much," you cooed.
As if he understood what you said, he giggled and nodded.
"Wanna go see your father? I know you do."
You carried him in your arms and walked to Jin's room. Knowing that this was around the time he got ready for work, you knocked and waited outside.
"In a moment!"
"No rush," you said.
You waited a bit, scratching Yuuji's pink cheeks. You looked up when the door opened, faced with a suit-wearing Jin. He was fixing his cuffs as he glanced at you and down at Yuuji.
He broke out into a bright smile as he leaned down and kissed his son on the head.
"Meeting today, right?" you asked.
You switched positions so you could burp Yuuji on the back.
"Yes, so I may be home a bit later than usual," he said.
"I'll leave dinner out for you on the table, then."
He faintly smiled. "That would be great. Thank you. You're a huge help."
You rolled your eyes. "You say that every day, Jin. Off to work, you go."
"Yes, ma'am."
He grabbed his briefcase and you walked to the entrance to see him off. As he walked to his car, you stood by the door and raised Yuuji's hand to wave goodbye.
"Say goodbye to your father, Yuuji."
He tilted his head to the side as you waved his hand around. Jin chuckled and waved goodbye to the two of you before getting into his car and driving off.
"What shall we do now?" you questioned. "You don't smell bad so it's not shower time yet. Well, I suppose you could read my novels with me."
You walked back into the house and locked the door behind you before grabbing your novel and sitting on the couch.
Yuuji sat on your lap in front of your book as you read to yourself. He liked to smack the book and wrinkle the pages, but you didn't mind.
You'd often check up on Yuuji since you wanted to make sure he was okay at all times, even if he was simply sitting on your lap.
When you noticed him yawn, you closed your novel after making sure his hands wouldn't get caught in it.
"Naptime, sweetheart?" you questioned.
You turned him around so that his chest was pressed against your shoulder as you patted him on the back and walked upstairs to his room.
You sat on the rocking chair in the room and patted his back while rocking back and forth. You hummed a soft lullaby, waiting for him to fall asleep.
For the rest of the day, you cleaned around the house and prepared dinner, making sure to wrap Jin's dinner for when he comes back home.
You played with Yuuji some more after he woke up and fed him before watching a few cartoons until it was time for bed.
After putting Yuuji to sleep and taking a shower, you got dressed in your pajamas and slipped into bed.
You weren't feeling particularly sleepy since Yuuji was an absolute doll today. He didn't cause any mayhem so you weren't as tired as usual.
You stared at the ceiling in the dark before glancing at your clock. There was still time before Jin would come back home.
Your fingers slipped into your pajama shorts, rubbing up and down your slit. You weren't that surprised at how wet you were because you always were whenever you thought about Jin.
He was attractive, respectful, and such a good father. How could you not be horny or in love with him?
You closed your eyes as your fingers slipped between your folds to massage your clit. A sigh left your lips as you pictured Jin's tongue against your clit.
Your free hand cupped your breast, massaging it from under your shirt. You were panting softly now, hips moving against your fingers so that you could cum.
Being so far lost in your fantasy, you didn't hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs nor did you hear the soft gasp by your doorway.
"Jin," you softly moaned.
His briefcase slipped from his hand, clattering onto the floor. Your eyes snapped open, hands slipping out from under your clothes to prop yourself up.
Your door creaked open, revealing an embarrassed Jin. He was hiding his mouth behind his hand.
"Do you... Do you always think about me?" he mumbled.
You felt like exploding. You were mortified at being caught by your boss right after you you moaned his name.
"I—"
It didn't really matter what your answer was. Either way, you had a feeling you would be getting fired.
"Yes," you whispered. "I'm sorry. I'll pack my things and go."
"I—Uh—" He cleared his throat. "I never told you to do that." He moved his hand away from his mouth to scratch his cheek. "I think about you too."
"Y-You do?"
He nodded. "It's a bit hard not to. You've been with Yuuji and me for months now. You're a hard worker and kind."
"Oh."
You were too mortified earlier to be shy, so now was the moment. His sudden confession made you fidget and you weren't sure what to say.
"If it's no trouble—" He began to loosen his tie, making your eyes widen. "—could I help you with your problem?"
"Problem?"
"You didn't get to finish earlier and I have to take responsibility, don't I? Yuuji's asleep?"
"Yes, sir," you said.
Really, the "sir" was a reflex because he was your boss, but it seemed to spur him on. Completely taking off his tie while walking toward you, he laid down on your bed and tugged your shorts off.
You let out a squeak as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and tugged them closer to him, causing you to fall onto your back. He blew air onto your clit, making you jolt.
"Um—I've never—never done anything with someone before," you mumbled.
For most of your life, you took care of your younger siblings, went to school, and studied. You didn't have time for relationships and you never really wanted one because all boys seemed immature to you.
Jin glanced at you with a soft smile. "I can stop if you want."
You nibbled at your bottom lip and shook your head before resting your head back onto the pillow.
He chuckled before leaning down to look at your pretty, wet cunt. He licked a stripe up your folds to your clit. You gasped, arching your back slightly and pushing your clit against his tongue.
Jin licked tentative patterns against your clit, flicking it softly a few times and gaining the soft whimpers and moans from you. He hadn't been with another woman besides Yuuji's mother so it had been a while.
He buried his face into your cunt, pushing your trembling thighs down with his arms. Your head tilted back, a strangled moan escaping your lips.
"J-Jin—"
He hummed, tongue flicking your clit back and forth. He loved the feeling of your swollen clit on his wet tongue.
"J-Jin, 'm cumming! D-Don't stop! I—"
Your cum was dripping down his chin as he moved his tongue to prod at your cunt, slipping inside. His nose was pressing against your clit and his glasses were fogging up—not that he cared.
You let out a cry, thighs trembling as your body lurched. You came on his face, body twisting to try and get away from his mouth.
Your hand flew to his head, fingers gripping his hair as he continued to eat you out.
"J-Jin—Nngh—I—I can't—"
He hummed and slipped his tongue out from your cunt to lick your clit softly before kissing your thighs and cleaning your cum off.
You breathed heavily, tummy and chest rising as he crawled off the bed to take off his suit jacket.
"Is the baby monitor on?" he questioned.
"Of course," you murmured. "I'm not irresponsible."
He smiled. "I know. Are you too tired to keep going?"
"Keep going?" you questioned with slightly wide eyes. "N-No, I'm fine."
He nodded and leaned over you to kiss you on the lips before leaving the room for a moment, leaving you alone to think about how you got to this moment.
Jin walked back into the room with a condom in his hand. He crawled onto the bed between your legs, undoing his zipper to take out of his large cock.
You didn't think it would fit. It was much too large. He took the condom out from the package and placed it over his cock.
"J-Jin," you murmured.
"I know, Princess. I'll be gentle, okay?"
You gulped and nodded, letting him align the head of his cock with your cunt. He slowly slid into you, allowing time for you to get adjusted each time.
You held your breath when half of his cock was inside you. He reached out and cupped your cheek to brush away the small tears you didn't even know had formed.
"Breathe," he murmured. "You're doing good."
You nodded and let out your breath, trying your best to breathe evenly. You winced when you felt the tip of his cock press against your cervix.
"Good job, Y/N," he encouraged.
"Can you—Can you call me that again? That—That nickname from before?" you requested shyly.
He smiled. "Of course, Princess."
He began to slowly thrust into you and used his thumb to rub your clit in soft circles, knowing that you were still sensitive from before.
The bed creaked softly as he rocked his hips into you gently. You whimpered and placed your arm over your eyes, mouth parted to pant and moan quietly.
It had been a while since Jin last had sex—the last time was with Yuuji's mother before she was pregnant so it had been close to a year now.
He was already feeling the familiar sensation of cumming, but he forced himself to hold back as much as he could.
"Princess, let me see your face," he cooed as he picked up the pace.
You gasped. "N-No, it's em—embarrassing."
His free hand wrapped around your ankle and placed it on his shoulder. Then, he slid his hand up your tummy to push your shirt over your breasts, watching them bounce with each thrust.
"Please?" he questioned.
Slowly, you slid your arm away from your face and looked up at him with big, glistening eyes. He smiled and leaned down to kiss you, removing his thumb from your clit.
You whined at the position he had you in—your leg now hanging over his shoulder with your thigh pressing against your shoulder.
"J-Jin—"
He groaned into your ear as your cunt clenched around his cock. You whimpered, arms reaching out to wrap around his shoulders and neck.
His hands slithered down to your back, lifting you slightly as his lips attracted to your neck to create hickeys.
" 'm cumming! J-Jin! Ah—Nngh—"
You buried your face into his neck to muffle your sobs and moans as you creamed all over his cock. He groaned, hot cum spilling into the condom.
The two of you stayed in that position for a while, heavily panting while enjoying each other's warmth.
He kissed your cheek before leaning back and slowly sliding his cock out of you with a subtle wince. He threw the condom away before grabbing the blanket to tuck you into bed. Then, he leaned down to kiss your forehead. You forced your eyes open, fighting your drowsiness.
"Where are you going?" you asked.
"I'm going to check on Yuuji, then I'll come back. Go ahead and sleep. Sweet dreams, Y/N."
You wouldn't tell him you giggled softly at the sight of his bare ass.
You scrunched your face, groaning softly at the feeling of hands roaming around your face. You forced your eyes open and came face to face with Yuuji's chubby face.
He giggled and smacked his hands onto your cheeks. You softly sighed and grabbed his hands before leaning up to kiss his face.
"How do you feel?"
You glanced behind you since you were still on your side, only now realizing Jin was behind you with his arms wrapped around you. He was shirtless too, which didn't help. You averted your eyes away from him and focused on Yuuji instead.
"Good," you murmured. "Did you bring him here?"
"Yes, I turned your alarm off so that you could sleep in. He missed you."
You smiled. "Thank you, and I missed him too."
You grabbed Yuuji and turned onto your back, letting him sit on your stomach. He giggled and patted your stomach before crawling over to Jin.
"Hey, Jin," you called out.
"Yes?"
"Are you going to pay me overtime?"
He chuckled. "As much as you want."
#jujutsu kaisen x reader#JujutsuHub collab#itadori jin x reader#collab#Jin itadori x reader#jjk x reader
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One Wall Over: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader
synopsis: you’re new in the neighborhood, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get a warm welcome from your duplex buddy.
wc: 3k
tw: nsfw, smut, annoying noises at five am, the works
a/n: ahhhhhhhhh! I am so excited to be taking part in this collab with @suna-reversed reversed for a super sexy jjk collab! Please check out the masterlist for the collab here and the other authors! SO EXCITED TO READ THE OTHERS! (The other title I had for this work is “First of All, How Dare You” because that’s literally me every time I see my hubby Suguru, but anywho!).
Moving in was a bitch.
For the first time ever, you have no roommates, no parents, and no pets - just you and your meager belongings moving into the little, two-story duplex a friend allowed you to sublet. As you stare out of the window facing the sparse front lawn, you wonder what your neighbor is like. They hadn’t come to welcome you to the home, but you knew they existed by the sound of the bass through your shared wall at five am every morning.
You assume they’re male or a couple, but you’ve never gotten a chance to see them with your own two eyes. So you kept a lookout day after day. At exactly four p.m., you would sit across from the window with a book and keep watch, the sun streaming in and illuminating your figure and crossed legs anchored on the window sill. But day after day, you wouldn’t see anything. The neighbor’s car wouldn’t even move an inch from the previous day. Everything would remain the same until the next day when you took your perch by the window.
It isn’t until you’re out on your front lawn, slaving over the flowers you maintained for a whole month - a new record - that the sleek Range Rover drives up to the garage on your neighbor’s side of the house. At first, you don’t notice it, your eyes firmly planted on the soil at the root of your orchid tree. But then you hear a car door slam, and you look up, watching for the person who would be exiting the vehicle.
A tall, black haired man slides out of the truck and slams the door shut, his locks tucked into a half bun and a white towel resting around his rippling shoulders. He slides his keys into his gym shorts and turns to walk into the house, barely noticing you on the front lawn in an ill-fitting t-shirt and dirty yoga pants.
He’s halfway to his front door when you find your voice and yell out, “Hey, neighbor!” You wave your hand at him in hopes that he would return the gesture, but you’re sorely disappointed when he only looks your way with disinterest and walks into the house without speaking. You frown at the encounter, hoping that he would return a little while later and explain his lack of manners, but he doesn’t, and you retreat into the house once more.
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“Unzzz, unzz, unzzzz…” Both eyes fly open at the sound of the bass on the other side of your bedroom wall, the sudden noise jarring you from your sleep.
“Ugh…” Your eyes slide to the white numbers on the clock face, which politely remind you that it’s five-fifteen AM. Don’t confront him, don’t confront him. You wrap the pillow around your ears, hoping the gentle cushion would block out the sound. But for some reason, it gets even louder, and a groan escapes your lips. There were only two more hours for you to rest, but at this rate, you’d be up until it was time for you to wake and get ready for work. That just wouldn’t do.
The grey sweatpants deposited on the floor the night before are quickly jerked on, and you pad to the front door, not caring about your appearance as you walk the length of the porch over to his front door. Inhaling, you find the will to bring your fist up and pound on the door, hoping the sound would be angrier than you actually felt. Fear ate at your nerves while you waited. A few agonizing moments later, the door is yanked open, music floods outside, and your neighbor stands before you in just a pair of black sweatpants. Nothing else.
“What?” he gripes, sweat rolling down his forehead. As your eyes take in the full sight of him, you wonder what kind of sculpted god you had for a neighbor. You could even faintly see the v that would culminate in the bulge near the crotch area of the pants, which apparently is quite--
“Uh…” You had entirely forgotten what you had come over to his side of the house for, but as he leans on the doorframe and gives you a withering stare, you suddenly remember your complaint. “Your wall is next to my bedroom. Can you turn your music down?” You place a hand on your hip, trying to seem more inconvenienced than you actually were in that moment.
“Yeah, sure.” He shuts the door in your face, and you trudge back over to your side of the house, hoping the music would soften.
But for some reason, you swear he turns it up even louder.
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“Why don’t you just call the landlord and make a noise complaint?” your friend wonders over the phone, the sound of a frying pan in the background slightly overshadowing her voice.
“But you said you didn’t have any problems with him, Mariela.”
“Yeah, Geto was nice enough and didn’t bother me much. Not sure why he’s being such an ass now.” You hear an oh, shit on the other end, and Mariela hisses into the receiver, “Hey, y/n, I have to go; the risotto is burning. Call me back if you have any other issues, okay?”
“Okay.” You hang up and toss your phone on your desk, trying to focus on the words in front of you but failing as the sound of the bass filters through the other side of the wall again. For the fourth day in a row, you’ve been subjected to the sound of pure noise coming through the other side. Tonight was absolutely not the night, mostly because you had a presentation that took you all night to finish, and the clamor was interrupting your prep work for the bright and early eight o’clock meeting. You feel like Squidward, subjecting yourself to the endless noises from the grunting to the bass to the sound of weights clanking back into place.
It’s the sound of Geto’s groaning that sets you on edge the most. If it weren’t for the added noise of weights, you’d be convinced he was fucking someone. There was no way he could make so much noise and not know that he was disturbing your peace. Hadn’t he ever heard of headphones?
You snatch up your set of earbuds on your desk, place them in your ears, and try to turn up lofi music as loud as it will go. But that doesn’t work. Even relocating to the living room didn’t seem to fare you well, and you wonder if he truly had cranked up the music higher than before just to annoy the hell out of you. Finally, you toss your earbuds down and slam your computer on your coffee table.
You’d had enough.
Stomping over to the front door, you fling it open and bang on Geto’s door, hoping he would answer it in a rage so you could let out your frustrations. But when the door flies open, he’s dressed in only a pair of gym shorts, this time the outline of his dick even more apparent. But you’re not focused on that. You point a finger at him and inhale to begin your tirade; sick and utterly over his shit.
“Hey! Can you fucking turn it down?” Geto stretches out a hand, and for a minute you think he’s going to grab you by the shirt, but he pulls you inside by the wrist, crushing you against his chest. “What the hell?” You push away from his sweaty chest, backing into the closed door harshly.
“Lower your damn voice; the neighbors will hear,” he chastises, and turns away from you to grab the water bottle on the counter. The muscled man takes a long swig, then wipes his face with the towel right next to it.
“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but I’ve never been so disrespected in my li--” As you talk, he’s advancing on you, pushing back his long black hair back behind his ears and getting too close for comfort. Once he’s right up on you, you gulp hard, fully intimidated by his size and stature. The music suddenly stops, and you’re left in silence.
“I’m listening,” he mutters, staring down at you. “Please, continue.”
“I was saying…” your throat dries up. “What I meant was…” Your eyes travel from his chest to his navel, and then to the hand pressed against the doorframe.
“Uh huh…” He nods, squinting his black eyes at you. “You said you’ve ‘never been more disrespected in your’… life, right?” You don’t reply. Rather, you can’t reply. All of the words you could have ever said are now gone from your skull. “I highly doubt that, y/n.”
“H-how…”
“You’re Mariela’s friend. I’ve seen you quite a few times before you moved in here. Never thought I’d be living so close to you, though. Mariela’s subletting, isn’t she?”
All of these questions. And you can’t reply to a single one because he’s practically squeezing you between the door and his rock-hard abs. Or are you pressing yourself against the door to get away from the heat emitting from his body - oh, fuck; you don’t know.
“But I had to get your attention somehow.” The admission startles you so bad that you accidentally knock the back of your head against the door, touching the point of contact in pain and hissing slightly. Geto hums at your blunder, then pushes off of the wall to turn away from you. As he rotates, you catch a glimpse of his erection, now fully apparent in the atrocity that is his shorts. “The yard work wasn’t effective, the trips to the gym and back barely worked; shit, by now I would’ve thought you would throw yourself at me the first chance you got. I guess I had to make you mad enough to confront me.”
“You literally looked at me and said nothing the first time I saw you!” you retort, throwing your hands up in the air. “Then you almost bit my head off the first time I came over to tell you the music was too loud.”
“I didn’t expect you to come over the first time. Besides, I couldn’t figure out anything smooth enough in that short amount of time.” Geto shrugs, his shoulder muscles moving like water in the dim lighting of the living room. You look around at the furnishings, noting his impeccable taste in wood and red suede in conjunction with his minimal exercise equipment. “Coffee? You look like you’ve been up for a while.” He leans over a coffee-maker - one of those fancy ones that you’ve seen on TV - and slides a plain coffee cup into the holder.
“Uh, no thanks.” You turn to the door and begin to open it, but Geto clicks his tongue thrice.
“You’re just going to leave without getting what you came for?”
You pause for a moment, then turn back to look him over once. “Don’t you mean what you brought me over here for?” A lazy smile spreads across his face, and that’s when you realize that he’s charming, but not necessarily as suave as you first imagined. You shut the door and walk over to him, examining his physique as if you hadn’t just helped yourself to his tall, statuesque figure already. He allows you to look him over, eyes dedicatedly following you.
“Like what you see, doll?” You don’t get a chance to answer as he pulls you into his chest with a smooth movement, then presses his lips against yours. You instantly open your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside, and he does so without hesitation. Hands grasp at your flimsy night shirt, pulling it over your shoulders as he backs you up against the wall, hiking one leg up and wrapping the other around his waist.
As both of your hands tangle in hair, fabric, sweat, you wonder how long - just how long - he’s wanted to do this. But your train of thought is rudely interrupted by his lips trailing kiss down your neck and to your collarbone, where he pauses for a second, catching his breath. Fingers dance through his locks and he peers up at you for a second, drinking in your flushed expression and breathy exhales.
“Geto, please, I--” You’re silenced again by his lips, his thick fingers rolling past the waistband of your night shorts and right to your core, where he nestles them into your heat with ease.
“Goddamn…” The rumbling of his voice vibrates against your chest, and you gasp, feeling every stroke of his fingers inside of you. “So fucking wet… just for me.” Your vision narrows in on the black eyes watching your every move, the angle of your face, the way you tilt your chin to the side and shakily exhale. Everything is perfect. Maybe even better than he imagined at first. But you don’t know that, and you really don’t care to know. All you want is release and for that release to be at Geto’s hands. When he removes his fingers and hoists you onto the suede couch, your first reaction is to cry out in shock.
His hands roll your shorts down to your knees and then press your legs open, spreading you for him to examine.
“You’re a mess down there… perhaps I should help you clean up.”
“Huh?” The double entendre is completely lost on you in the heat of the moment. You watch as he leans down, then moves to lick your core with a flat tongue, stroking up before he goes down again and repeats his action twice. Your head finds the soft cushion of the pillow in ecstasy, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.
Geto hums down below, fully appreciating your taste before sucking on your clit, hard. You yelp, shooting up, but his hand presses you back down, eyes still closed. Fingers make their way up to your breasts, tugging at your nipples leisurely before tightening and pulling with more tension. “Oh, god, please…” Your hands find his head, and at the sudden application of pressure, he grunts again. And you’re left there in agonizing pleasure, dangling between an orgasm and a build-up of pressure, one stroke away from tumbling into the cavern of blissful unawareness.
Geto stops without warning, pulling back to watch you as he still tweaks your nipples with varying degrees of firmness. You tug at his shorts in a silent plea for him to discard them, and he waits a minute before sliding them off wordlessly. His length is impressive, you note, his cock springing free from his shorts and angled upwards a little. A condom is produced just as quickly, and he rolls it over himself before spreading you a little wider to accommodate his length. When he nudges his cock at your slit, you realise he’s a little breathless and shaking, but that all goes to the back of your mind when he slides inside of you with little resistance.
“Fuck, doll, that’s--” He groans just as you moan, both of you relishing the expanding feeling. “God, that’s perfect.” You whimper at his praise and bring your hands to his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he begins to pump into you. Geto’s lips find your neck and he sucks a hickey on your left side, placing another one neatly below it while his hands cup your ass.
“Does that feel good?” He whispers and you nod, completely at a loss for words. But soon, it’s not enough, and your fingers dig into his back. He’s fucking you slowly… too slowly.
“M-more,” you whine, and he delivers his thrusts faster, pumping into you and moaning loudly. Your fingers find his face and angles it towards your raised head so you can kiss him on the lips. He offers you that mercy - a deep, languid kiss - while he plows into you with abandon. Pleasure is the only thing on your minds - you just so happen to have found it in each other’s arms - and your orgasm is just within reach.
“Geto, I’m close…” His response to your words is to lift your left leg a little higher so it practically hung off the couch and in the air, deeping his strokes until they settled against your cervix, like someone tapping a soft rhythm into your stomach. “Shit, like that.”
“Yeah?” he exhales, looking at your face with a blissed-out expression, his cheeks reddening. You raise your hips to meet his with each thrust, hoping your orgasm would arrive before Geto came. There isn’t much you can do though, besides writhe beneath him and pull him closer to you, thereby making you and him almost inseparable. He’s merely rocking into your hips now, cock barely rolling out of you as before. And you can’t deny that it feels like heaven, not when you’ve been so frustrated for so long.
“I’m gonna cum,” Geto hisses into your mouth, and you nod, constricting a little to urge him on. What you fail to realize is that the constriction was just what you need to tumble over into the abyss of thoughtlessness, and your mouth opens to let loose a guttural moan as Geto fucks you faster and faster, chasing his own orgasm on the heels of yours. “Oh, shit,” Your neighbor sinks into you one final time, shooting his cum into the condom, but pumping in stuttered strokes as if he were really letting loose inside of you.
When you both fall from the heights of your sex-induced high, shoulders and heads are draped where there is comfort and space, little exhales from his mouth fanning across your breasts. Geto lifts off of your sweaty chest and looks you in the eyes before breathing:
“Maybe I should start my days with this instead of a workout.”
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— personal punishment
pairing : nanami kento / fem reader
word count : 1.8k
tags : pnp, degradation, authority kink, office sex, semi-public sex, boss / secretary, nanami literally being the sexiest man to ever live and breathe
warnings : nsfw, power imbalance
summary : He couldn't expect you to be perfect—but he could definitely expect you to pay for each imperfection in more ways than one.
notes : thank u so much to @suna-reversed for hosting the incredibly creative jujutsuhub collab and allowing me to participate !! much love (୨୧•͈ᴗ•͈)◞*♡
you couldn't exactly say you weren't proud of your performance today.
for one, you'd come into the office late, knowing that your penalties would be formally waived by your boss but well aware that you would have to face his own personal punishment. it was just your luck that this very day was the most busy the office had been all month, leaving you running papers back and forth from your boss' office for hours, nearly tripping over your own heels three times too many before you even reached your lunch break, praying that you weren't screwing anything else up in your frantic rush.
but before you could even think about escaping the confines of the office building to make up for your missed breakfast at a cafe nearby, your boss was already calling back into his office. you already knew exactly why he was requesting your presence, fear and anticipation immediately tangling into a heavy knot in the pit of your stomach. but still you went, obediently as you always did, keeping your head low as you passed your coworkers in the hall.
your fate had been sealed the moment you made a mistake, the same outcome that had been repeating for months now each time you made an error, whether it was as small as not taking the trash out from the waste bin when it was too full for his liking to something as grievous as spilling his morning coffee all over one of his pristine white button-ups. for any and all errors, you were certain to face this punishment.
the position you were in wasn't unfamiliar, bent over nanami's desk, pencil skirt hiked all the way up to your waist with your underwear around your knees, completely at the mercy of the man caging you in with his body from behind.
"if you keep making all that noise, you're going to end up getting us both fired." he growled, voice low in your ear, one hand still pressed firmly over the center of your back, forcing your chest down onto his desk. the other was occupied between your legs, two thick fingers plunging mercilessly into your needy cunt as you struggled to hold in every whimper and moan each snap of his wrist drew from the back of your throat.
"'m s-sorry, s-sir..!" you barely managed to breathe out, nails beginning to scrape at the edge of the wooden tabletop, teeth digging almost painfully into your bottom lip.
"'sorry' doesn't even begin to fix everything you've fucked up today," his stern tone persisted, ribs aching between the pressure of the heel of his palm and the hard desk, "you know just how much stress i've been under and yet you went out of your way to make it worse."
"no, n-not that..! p-promise!" you whimpered, breath coming in pants, struggling to not rock back into his hand with the knowledge that he'd stop entirely if he noticed you doing it.
you had no choice but to keep your eyes trained on the door in front of you, thighs trembling with anticipation, muted gasps and mewls managing to find their way out into the open air despite your efforts. you knew he didn't mind the noise as long as you were making a conscious effort to keep quiet, only loud enough for him to have the pleasure of hearing, only expressing the pitiful broken attempts at showing remorse that seemed to arouse him to no end.
he curled his fingers to rub at spot inside you that made your knees weak, barely chuckling when you writhed under him. "enjoying your punishment like this... you're just a pathetic slut. That's all you'll ever be, isn't that right?"
Your head hung low as you came over his fingers, shuddering, biting firmly at the inside of your cheeks to hold back the whine threatening to escape your heaving chest. you knew you should be ashamed to be so excited in the face of his cruelty, but when it was his voice and hands—discipling you harshly but still paying such good attention to you and your body—you couldn't help yourself.
before you had enough time to begin catching your breath, you could already hear the clinking of his belt buckle as he pulled it free from the belt loops of his pants, the warmth of naked skin as the length of his cock met the back of your thighs, already hard. the hand resting at your back slid up to rest at the base of your neck, fingers working their way into your hair to firmly grasp, holding you still while he eased himself between your thighs.
"please, s-sir.." The words spilled out of you before you could even think to maintain your obedient silence, earning a tug at your hair harsh enough to jerk your head back, arching your body further.
"snd who are you to be making any demands?" He muttered scornfully, the head of his cock now rubbing directly over your dripping pussy, making no effort to do anything more than painstakingly tease.
"i'm not, i j-just—" You sucked in a quick breath as you felt a sharp sting over your ass, certain there was a reddening welt where his hand had just struck it, "i pr-promise i'll be better..."
"and how can I be certain that you actually will? you say the same thing every damn time, and you still have yet to show me any improvement."
your eyes watered as you searched for a proper response, stammering over your words for just a moment too long—long enough to reignite the anger you'd found a momentary mercy from. you just barely pressed your hand over your mouth in time to muffle your own cry as he slammed himself inside of you, the desk shifting across the ground with a harsh squeak, insides struggling to accommodate his size all at once. he found a quick, ruthless rhythm of thrusting almost immediately, paying your quick gasps and pitiful whimpers no mind, almost painfully deep.
"is this is really the only thing you're good for?" he huffed, groaning lowly despite his apparent ire, "just taking cock and nothing else?"
"n-no!" you protested, barely able to hold your voice steady enough to respond, swallowing down each hiccuped breath interrupting your words, "this is the l-last time, i swear..! p-please sir, please—"
he shushed you harshly before you could continue, large hand rubbing over the aching flesh he'd previously slapped in a silent threat to repeat the action. you wouldn't be entirely opposed to feeling his large hand strike you again and again, leaving prints of red across your skin that wouldn't fade until hours after you'd left the office for the night, but you knew that you still had the entire second half of your day ahead of you to pretend as if he hadn't completely ruined you just meters away from the rest of his hardworking employees.
"at this point, i might as well just be paying to fuck you." he muttered callously, the speed of his hips slowing the slightest bit, each thrust still hitting deep enough for you to feel in your stomach, "then what does that make you, hm? a prostitute? my personal little plaything.."
you strained to vigorously shake your head side to side, fingers aching from how tightly they were clenching around the edge of the desk, your own arousal trailing down between your trembling thighs, hot tears dribbling down your flushed cheeks. you should've felt more inclined to deny his assertion, to prove yourself to be more than just a toy for him to used whenever he desired, when he needed to take out the pent up frustration he saved for your errors and your errors only—but you knew in the back of your mind that you were perfectly content with your position, as immorally lucrative as it was. you would embarrass yourself everyday for the rest of your career if it meant you could experience this at least once more.
"sorry, s-sorry..! oh fuck, sir, 'm so sorry!" the apologies you knew he loved so much spilled from your lips in a pathetic, broken moan, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as you held out for a few more mind-numbing moments before cumming around his thick cock.
you barely registered his hand grasping your hair painfully tight as he grunted a few low curses beside your ear, shakily exhaling a sigh when he emptied himself inside you, finally letting you rest back against the hard surface of his desk while you both caught your breath. it was all over far too soon, the intense intimacy that never lasted longer than the half-hour of your lunch break, even though you were sure he could steal you away for far longer without anyone daring to question him.
you wiped at your damp under-eyes with quivering hands, trying to not further disturb your already ruined mascara, swallowing down a whimper when pulled himself out of you and tugged your underwear back into place, readjusting your skirt for you before moving away from your body entirely.
he had already tidied up his own clothes by the time you pushed yourself to stand, that familiar expression of cool indifference having already resettled onto his handsome features. he barely ever let you see his face when he was disciplining you, always making sure you were facing away from him, or that you couldn't lift your head enough to get a good look at his face. it made it all feel so impersonal, inspired something that felt like sadness in the back of your mind, despite how you tried to remind yourself that what you had wasn't true intimacy, and that he could really replace you any day if he felt so inclined to do so.
"go clean up in the bathroom." he said without looking at you, straightening his tie back into place and checking the time on his watch, "you will need to take a call from a new client soon, and it is imperative that you give them the perfect first impression of our company. i expect you to be back here within the next ten minutes." his brow furrowed, the look of someone who'd just thought of something unpleasant flashing across his features when he finally met your gaze. "no more exceptions today."
"yes, sir." you replied obediently, voice hoarse, quickly turning away before the weight of a sudden sadness could show, advancing towards his door as briskly as your state allowed you to. you didn't look back on your way out, even though you so desperately wanted to, maybe deliver a genuine apology now that you knew he was genuinely irritated with you.
but you didn't, and the day continued as it always did, phone calls and document filing keeping you occupied for the rest of your shift, not receiving another word from your boss regarding anything. you tried not to take it personally when he didn't bid you farewell before leaving the building, reminding yourself that it was most likely just the pressure of a busy quarter, cursing yourself for screwing things up and enjoying your momentary bliss before the true consequence of genuine disappointment from nanami anchored you back to the somber reality of your situation.
it was foolish of you to think you'd be anything more than a secretary in his eyes.
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A Full Physical with Fushiguro Megumi
Hey y’all, as expected this is my contribution to the Jujutsu Hub collab event with @suna-reversed ! I had so much fun writing for Megumi and hope I can do some more JJK stuff in the future kekek please go and check out the amazing works and give them lots of love!
Warning! this content includes sexual intercourse and violence, please do not read if you are a minor. All persons portrayed in this fic are 18+.
Warning(s): Injuries, Blood mention, Violence, Nudity, Oral sex (female receiving), Unprotected sex, aphrodisiac use, Dub-con, medical terms that are defo not correct lmao
“Fushiguro!” Kugisaki yelled out to the raven-haired man as the curse came bounding towards him at an immeasurable speed. It sunk its fangs into his arm, before dropping to the floor as Nobara nailed into the straw doll. Megumi groaned collapsing to the floor gripping onto his arm. The pain was subsiding within moments, but something pulsated within him, it felt his skin was on fire.
“Come on, let’s get you back to the estate, maybe Doctor Ieiri can patch you up” Nobara swung her arm under Megumi’s to support him. He grunted in response, feeling the eerie sensation pass around his body.
Meanwhile at the clinic you work struck, looking incredulously at your mentor, “Eh? You really want me to take over the clinic for today? Is that really alright?”
“Goodness me, you should have some more faith in yourself, (Y/n)-chan, you did qualify after all” Shoko chuckled. “Besides, it’s looking like a pretty quiet day, isn’t it? I’m sure you will be fine. In any case, you have my number if you need further assistance” And with that, your rather exhausted mentor exited the clinic, bags in tow.
You let out a sigh looking towards the clock, it was coming up to 6pm, so there were only 3 more hours before the night team take over. You pulled out your phone, flicking past the home screen of Megumi and his dogs. These long shifts really did make you yearn a lot more for time with him. Little did you know that time was mere moments away.
The doors of the clinic slam open unceremoniously as Nobara dragged Megumi in. You ran into the front room, eyes widening at the sight of your boyfriend with his arm slung around Nobara.
“Oh, hey (Y/n)!” Nobara grinned, shifting Megumi’s weight so that she could grab your hand, cutely. “Fushiguro and I were a little careless and ran into some trouble with the curse down by the docks.”
Megumi refused to make eye contact with you, a light blush dusting over his pale cheeks. You smiled, kindly grabbing onto his other side and letting Nobara ease up on her hold. The three of you stumbled into the examination room, Megumi eventually finding purchase on the bed. You looked towards Nobara “I think I’ve got it from here, I’ll keep you updated with everything. Thank you for bringing this dummy back safely.” You smiled at her kindly, a smile she returned before nodding at both of you and taking her leave.
The lull of florescent lights hummed and was the only thing heard in the room. You smiled, grabbing a sterile tray, emptying some dressing pads and some saline to clean the superficial wounds that were at the top of his arm. His uniform was covering nearly all of it despite being in tatters at the wound sight.
“Take your shirt off” you continued your ministrations, gathering sample containers to make sure whatever had attacked him hadn’t poisoned him.
“Huh?” The man in questioned looked at you as if you had pulled him out of a dreamlike state, causing you to chuckle.
“I need you to take your shirt off so I can see your wounds, Fushiguro-san” You prepped the needle to perform a blood test. You ran your hands up his non-afflicted arm, goosebumps rising to the skin as you wiped the area with an antiseptic wipe.
“Fushiguro-san?” He repeated, the name sounding foreign on his ears. He winced feeling the needle penetrate his skin but it wasn’t enough to quell the faint rumbling in his chest.
“I’m at work Megumi, so it’s strictly professional.” You grinned at him before going to grab sterile pads to dress his arm. Megumi’s eyes followed your movements, dark orbs landing on the dip of your back as you bent over to retrieve the tools. Your dress rode up exposing the tops of your thighs. A growl emitted from Megumi’s chest as his cardex of lewd memories of you flash in his mind. He tried to shake the thoughts away but even shutting his eyes made him envision you bent over, with your uniform so askew and-
“Megumi? Did you hear what I said”
“Shit” Megumi thought “ Urm, no I didn’t catch that?”
“I asked you how you were feeling”
“Warm” he fidgeted in his position on the bed “Just warm”
You walked up to the man sat on the bed, placing a hand on his forehead. He averted his eyes away from your concentrated ones. Eyes linger on the way your lips parted in concentration, he could hear his heartbeat thrumming in his ears and his face blossoming a blush. As if by themselves, his hands stopped fiddling with the bottom sheet of the bed, opting to grab you by the hips. You looked at him incredulously, as he pulled you to slot against his body, resting his face in the crook of your neck.
“M-megumi, what are you doing” You flushed, pushing against his chest.
“I’m sorry doctor, this curse has made me do such impure things and think such lewd thoughts about you” He grumbled into your neck, starting to caress your jugular with pecks. You could feel his rapidly hardening cock against your stomach, letting out a whine in protest.
His breath was coming out in laboured puffs against the crook of your neck “I can’t wait, I need to feel you, (Y/n)” he growled rutting his hips into yours.
“N-not here, what if someone comes in…” You moaned trying to resist the urge to give in. All those rational thoughts being submerged with the feeling of Megumi kissing and marking up the column of you neck. “Fuck” you sighed in resignation.
That was all Megumi needed to grab you by the hips and slam your body onto the examination bed. Your gasp allowed him to push his tongue roughly into your mouth tangling it with your own in a deep, passionate kiss. “I missed you so much” He growled pulling your hips to rut against his hard cock. His lips campaigning on bruising your neck and clavicle as his fingers reached to pull at your uniform, the buttons straining against the force of Megumi’s tugging. You grabbed his hands to stop him from ripping apart your dress, opting to take it off yourself, leaving you in just your underwear.
Megumi’s already lust filled eyes darkened at your exposed body, if he wasn’t already fixated on destroying you there was nothing stopping him now. You took off your bra exposing your breasts to him, nipples pebbling at the cold air. You ran your hands through his silky locks, his face planted in between your breasts licking and suckling at the skin and yet again marking your untarnished skin.
He bought his face up to yours kissing you deeply and grabbing at your thighs to wrap around his waist. His onyx eyes looked at yours clouded over with pure lust, an unfamiliar expression you’d never seen in the man.
“I love you so much (y/n), God, you’re going to be the end of me” He groaned into your neck making you giggle. His hips were bucking into yours uncontrollable, as if it were acting on its own accord.
“What has gotten into you, baby?” You chuckle running your fingers down the muscular expanse of his back. He had always been built more on the leaner side but since his 20s he had grown a lot, in all the right places. Your eyes darted back to the bite that had previously been situated in the area between his shoulder and elbow, it seemingly disappeared leaving an angry red mark. The only time you had seen this was a reaction to a very potent aphrodisiac by a curse. The only cure being…release.
Your mind was ripped from your daydream as Megumi was tracing his lips along your thighs, before licking over your underwear.
“What are you thinking, Doctor (Y/n)?” Megumi hummed.
“Well- I hypothesised something…hmm.. the only treatment I can recommend is pretty lewd I don’t know if you can handle it” You remarked, pushing up onto her elbows eyeing up the man in front of you.
“Oh, is that so? What might that be then?” He smirked back playfully
“All you have to do, is cum” You rubbed your knee in between Megumi’s legs making him jolt.
“Well then-“ he huffed out, breathlessly “I better get to it then”
His tongue lolled out and he groaned tasting your essence on his tongue through your underwear. He yanked them off, tossing them with all the other discarded clothes before pulling your thighs over his shoulders and plunging his tongue into your core. You bit the back of your hand as to stop you from squealing in pleasure. Megumi moaned as he swirled his tongue around your clit, vibrating against it. You had your fingers threaded through his charcoal locks, as he licked and kissed at your pussy.
“Megumi~” You rutted your hips against his face chasing your high, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles at your hips. He sealed his lips around your clit, sucking and licking at it with gusto; he looked up through thick lashes, eyes pitch black and hazed with arousal. He pushed his finger inside you experimentally, nudging around to find the spot that makes you see stars. His tongue already lapping at your core was enough to send shivers and jolts down your spine. You moaned out his name like a prayer as he rubbed and massaged at your sweet spot. Your pussy was pulsing around his long digits, feeling like your peak was approaching with a vengeance. You threaded your fingers through his silken tresses your thighs trembling around his head. Megumi had decided he would die happy like this. Besides the point, he continued fucking you with his fingers through your climax as your gripped onto whatever purchase you were able to find. You whined as Megumi’s smooth tongue continued running over your clit, feeling overstimulated, but he didn’t seem like he was going to stop.
“Baby,” you hummed, making him perk up, leaning his head on your thigh as he licked you one last time. He crawled up your body, planting his lips against you and rubbing his clothed cock against your core. Your hands trailed down his torso, smoothing over his abs making him shiver and groan in delight. You undid his trousers letting him kick them off, before delving your hand into his boxers. Megumi bit his lip, almost hard enough to draw blood as you palmed him. Precum was oozing out of his cock unabashedly as he whined and rutted into your hand.
“Does that feel good, Gumi~” you giggled seeing how dishevelled your poor boyfriend looked. It felt borderline sadistic seeing him gyrate into your hand so shamelessly, his eyebrows knitted in frustration.
“(Y/n), please” He grovelled burying his face in the crook of your neck, “let me fuck you, I can’t hold on anymore”
You nodded and let out a gasp as Megumi’s grasp on your hips tightened. He cock was red, leaking and throbbing as he lined it up with your slick cunt. You both heaved out a sigh as he sunk into you. You could tell he was trying to hold back, his forearms quivering and fingertips dancing along the dips of your body.
“Let go, baby, it’s okay~” Your words like treacle against Megumi’s ears. “I want you to fuck me”
Before long, his cock was ploughing into you, the lewd noises of skin on skin echoing in the humid room. You were gripping onto his shoulders, crescent shapes etching into his flushed pale skin.
“Fuck, you’re so good, your pussy feels too good” he huffed into your ear, he was so painfully hard and your warm insides were making him feel things he couldn’t imagine. Your knuckles were paling as you clawed into his shoulders. You wrapped your legs around his slender waist pulling him into you as he rocked his hips deeper into yours. He licked up the column of your neck where he had previously marked. He bought his hands up to your face, tracing your lips with his thumb.
You leaned up to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, fingers tangling into his dark mess of hair. He grunted as your pussy tightened around him. The veins along the underside of his cock were so sensitive, they were grazing your insides so blissfully. You felt him pulsing inside you making you call out his name.
“I’m so close, baby” He growled
You smoothed a hand over his back before finding purchase on his shoulders again “me too,”
“Can I cum inside you please, oh god, (y/n)” He whined, holding back from drooling all over your steaming body. You nodded and he let out a borderline pornographic groan, spilling his seed and painting your insides. He continued fucking you through his orgasm, whining at how overstimulated and sensitive his cock was but wanting to feel your cunt gush around him.
“Ah- Meg-Megumi I can’t- I’m going to cum” You moaned wantonly, feeling his thrusts become sloppier and erratic. He was huffing into the juncture of your neck and shoulder set on making you feel the pleasure and high he was riding. He pulled your legs over his shoulders groaning at the change of angle but railing you deeper; You had to bite into the back of your hand to withhold the screams daring to slip out as your body shook in pleasure. The tight knot that had situated in your stomach unravelled as your orgasm rushed over your body in a thick fog. Megumi was practically salivating at the way your pussy was clenching and pulsing around his cock, his eyes shutting tightly being lost in the pleasure.
He collapsed on top of you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck
“You wanna do it again?” He grumbled out; his cock somehow seemingly hard.
God, this was only the beginning of the night and it was almost certain you’d be walking funny the following morning.
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‘Horny Blond Twink Fucks Himself on Strap-on After Being Teased For Hours’
Naoya Zenin x reader, 18+
cw // arranged marriage (mentioned once), submissive! Naoya, pegging, exhibitionism, degrading kink, use of sex toys while driving, use of sex toys in public, untouched orgasm, public sex, overstimulation, edging, oral (m. receiving), brat taming
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Going shopping with naoya would usually be considered a task close to impossible. The constant nagging and snarky comments made you want to strangle him on multiple occasions, yet you somehow held yourself back to avoid unnecessary drama with the higher ups. After 5 unbearable months of living with him due to an arranged marriage you had found various methods of shutting that pretty mouth of his. Your favourite method including the help of your trusty friend, a vibrating cock ring.
He knew that if he opened his mouth to remark on your choice of clothing a shaky moan would follow. There is nothing more he hated than being looked down on, the fear of people glancing in his direction with a disgusted look convincing him to just stay quiet.
“I have been invited to a social event with the Zenins. I will take you shopping for a dress today so you can look half decent.” Ignoring the spiteful remark you responded.
“Okay, on the condition you wear the cock ring.” An audible scoff followed. He turned his heels to walk towards the kitchen. Filling up the portafilter with coffee grinds he let out a soft ‘fine’, refusing to let his eyes meet yours. You held back a laugh by biting down on your cheeks.
“I’m starting to think you enjoy this…” you breathed out. “I’m only doing this because I know you’ll be a complete bitch to me if I don’t.” Humming in agreement you inhaled the nutty aroma coming from the coffee machine. While frothing the milk with one hand he used the other to place two mugs down onto the drip tray.
“Get a dress that hugs your figure and flaunts your tits. I want to show you off to the bastards I have to call relatives.” He places down a mug of coffee with a marshmallow next to it, just the way you like it.
You sunk the marshmallow into the coffee while continuing small talk with him.
“You’re an asshole.” He whined, groaning at the feeling of the vibrations on his cock. You let out a small chuckle knowing he’s all bark and no bite. You played around with the settings of the cock ring before settling for a low vibration that would be sure to give him some sort of attention but not enough attention to chase his sweet release.
“I will get you back for this shitty stunt, whore.” He snarled yet his words only fueled you to torture him more. With a hum leaving your lips you pulled his boxers and hakama pants up, hearing a groan come from him in response.
“You’re lucky the pants cover your erection.”
The car ride felt like hours, if not days, to the blonde man. Shaky moans fled through gritted teeth while his nails dug into the steering wheel. Your eyes were glued to his face. The way his nose scrunched when the vibrations increased was for some reason incredibly entertaining to you. When the car came to a halt in the store’s parking lot you groaned. You were having fun messing with him.
“Does this ‘flaunt my tits’, Naoya?” You said in a mocking tone while twirling in an emerald green mermaid dress that had a deep v-neck travelling down to your abdomen. All he gave you was a curt nod and a groan when his eyes focused down to your chest. You changed back into your clothes and gave the dress to naoya.
“Pay for this, I want to look around still.” He rolled his eyes and turned his body towards the cashier. The way his legs trembled from the cock ring was incredibly entertaining for you. Rather than paying attention to the dress hung up on the clothes rack your gaze landed on the way his hips twitched to find some form of friction. Your hands snuck into your pockets where the remote was being held. Without warning him, your fingers turned the dial to the maximum setting only to swiftly spin it back to the lowest setting. If he hadn’t been holding onto the cash register counter he would have fallen from the shock. A very loud moan escaped his lips as he shot an unpleasant glare in your direction.
“Sir, are you okay?” Concern was laced in the cashier’s voice. Naoya responded with a quick ‘yeah’ while giving some pathetic excuse for his accidental noises. After he had paid for the dress he grabbed at your arm. You let out a pained gasp “Ow! what the fuck, Naoya!”
His clutch on your shoulder only became harder after hearing your aggravation. The second his car door closed was the second a desperate moan left his lips.
“You’re such a bitch for doing that to me. Do you not understand your place, woman?” His shaky breathes made it difficult for you to focus on what he was saying. He looked so much better when he was malleable and timid.
He avoided any conversation with you the entire trip home, occasionally letting out a pained groan from the still vibrating cock ring. Your husband was obviously pissed off at you yet you found it difficult to care; especially when his face looked so fucked-out.
The way he angrily stormed into the house was a sight to see. If it hadn’t been for the painful grip on your arm you would’ve laughed. “I hope you’re ready to be punished. Because I’m not holding back.” His words sounded as if they were growled, a weak attempt to intimidate you. Your hands shifted down to your pockets.
“Don’t you dare-!” His words were cut short by not-so-subtle whimpers and moans. Your fingers turned the dial randomly and without a rhythm, driving him mad. Various curses left his mouth like venom.
“I’m starting to think you talk big just to get your brains fucked out. Tell me, my little slut, is that true?” If he wasn’t already busy palming himself through his pants he probably would have replied with a snarky comeback. You clicked your tongue in annoyance, “Get your pathetic hands off your cock. Do you have any manners?” He gritted his teeth and halted his movements.
“Good puppy. Maybe if you’re good I’ll let you cum.” The smile on your face was far from sincere and he knew that. It was ridiculing- degrading even. The only thing keeping him grounded was his back pressed roughly against the wall. His nose scrunched as the sound of your footsteps came closer. You reached your hand out to touch his cheek. He was such a waste of a pretty face, a shame really.
Naoya’s footsteps followed behind yours as you both walked towards the bedroom. Pushing him down across the end of the bed, you spread his legs to get between them. With your face centimetres from his cock you began to unzip his pants showing you the outline of his erection against his boxers. Your fingers looped against the elastic, letting it tug backwards. A wince left his lips as you let the band snap back against his skin. Finally indulging in his desires you pulled down the material, letting his cock out. A soft ‘please’ left his mouth when you began stroking him.
A sardonic smirk plastered your face. “Be patient, you whore.” You earned a weak excuse for a glare in response. You soon realised that it wasn’t just the cock ring that was vibrating.
“Naoya, your phone.” Letting out a disappointed sigh, you bagan to take the toy off his cock. He mimicked your expression when he saw the contact name.
“Naoya Zenin speaking, what are you calling me for?” An irritated grimace followed his words. Awkwardly, you stayed between his legs not really knowing what to do. You looked between his thighs to notice his dick was still painfully hard despite needing to take a job call.
“Do you get off to the thought of being caught acting like a slut?” A look of fret and arousal shot through his eyes when he heard your words. Your hand started to stroke the bottom of his shaft while you pressed your tongue against the slit on the head. His jaw was clamped shut as his Adam’s Apple involuntarily trembled.
“Sorry, slight migraine. Could you repeat what you said?” He uttered trying to excuse his moans. “That’s fine, sir. I was explaining how…” The man on the phone once again went into detail on his previous statement yet what he told was the farthest thing on Naoya’s mind. Your tongue traced the vein along the underside of his cock before ever-so-slowly letting it sink into your mouth. When the head hit the back of your throat you gave a harsh suck before rising your head again. You knew he hates a slow pace so that’s exactly what you gave him.
“Thank you for your time, sir. It’s greatly appreciated.” Naoya hummed in response and let out a quick ‘yeah’ before hanging up the call. “You whore! Do you know what you’ve done?” You gave a hum that only sent more vibrations to his dick. His hands tangled themselves into your hair. Eventually you began to notice the way his twitches became more frequent and the way his breath hitched. An anguished groan fell from his lips when you lifted your head from his cock, denying him of his release. “What the fuck? Make me cum.” You let out a sadistic giggle. “Nuh-uh. I wanna play, bunny.” You could almost see the steam coming from his ears and to be quite frank, you found it hilarious. Standing onto your feet you walked yourself over to your wardrobe.
“What do you think of trying this one out?” You presented a rather large dildo. “Will that even fit?” His nervous eyes scanned the 8 inches of silicone. “You always manage to make it fit, slut.” You strutted back towards the middle of his thighs while lathering the dildo in lube.
“Hands and knees.” Without hesitation he flipped himself over onto his stomach and raised his ass in the air.
“You’re such a whore.” Your tone sounded like sweet candy in contrast to your words. After you had strapped the harness to yourself you attached the dildo onto it. Aligning yourself against his ass you slowly sunk the strap-on into him. Placing one hand on his hips and the other hand on the mattress beside his head, you leaned onto his back. Starting a very slow pace you began to suck love bites against his shoulder blades. His lips were trembling against the mattress, occasionally letting out soft whimpers whenever you moved a bit too harshly. Using your strong grip on his hips you dragged your hips back until only the tip of the dildo was in his ass. A pleasured scream flooded from his mouth when your hips slammed against his.
“Dumb bitch can’t keep his mouth shut? Do I have to fucking gag you?” Tear stained cheeks struggled to shake left to right, begging you to let him stay in this position. “Fine.” You quickened your place, digging your nails into his skin in the process. You moved your other hand from the mattress to the back of his neck, securing him to the bed as you continued your fast and hard thrusts. His breath hiked as he felt his release creeping up on him. “Please… Touch my cock.” Your chortle was sadistic yet it somehow made his cock twitch. “Oh, but puppy… I wanna see you come undone without being touched.” A choked sob left his lips. His hips began to move against yours as he tried to fuck himself against the strap-on. You let out a disgusted sigh. “Needy whore.” And with that he felt himself going over the edge. You rode him through his orgasm while leaving his cock untouched.
It was almost cute how pathetic he acted for you. Cum saturating the mattress with his head still pushed against the pillow. It took a few seconds for him to snap back into reality and when he did a growl escaped his lips.
“You can get rid of it now.” His face was turned, eyes glaring back at yours. You slowly pulled your hips back, admiring the crescent indents marking his hips. His asshole tightened around the bigger tip of the dildo and when you noticed you couldn’t help but unexpectedly thrust back in. A startled moan left his mouth and when he realised his loud noise, he bit down harshly against his lower lip.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Dildo fully inside him you responded with “having fun.”
Your hands reached to the edge of the bed frame, grabbing onto the vibrating cock ring. You tossed his body over so his back was against the mattress. Your fingers traced against the prominent vein on his overstimulated cock. The cock ring slid back onto his dick, making him once again vulnerable for you. The rhythm of your thrusts was relentless, only giving him time to let out soft whimpers covered by his palm. His face looked dazed with his eyes half lidded in ecstasy and his cheeks decorated with an obvious blush.
At that moment Naoya’s thighs began to quiver. “Gonna cum again? Greedy slut.” His hips bucked up against the strap-on, meeting your forceful thrusts. With a broken moan of your name he came on the mattress.
“You did well, my husband.” Slowly, you pulled out the dildo from his used ass. He winced slightly at the feeling of the tip stretching his rim. Turning onto his back, he moved his eyes to look at your figure. In his eyes you were a goddess who, for some odd reason, decided to put up with his bullshit. His eyes lowered to stare at your ass as you left the room. When you came back he noticed that you had detached the strap-on and had a towel in your hand to clean him up with.
No woman but you could make his heart flutter this much.
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“you come in dressed like a stripper...so strip”
pairing: toji fushiguro x female reader
cw: AU, fluff, cheating with Toji, language, implicit mentions of abuse, nsfw (MINORS DNI, kissing, spanking, dry humping, thigh riding, degradation, praise kink, jaw grabbing, male receiving oral, titfucking, clit play, unprotected sex, consensual sex, nipple play, nipple sucking, spit play, blowjob, thigh grabbing, exihibitionism, car sex, semi pervy Toji, assumed age gap)
word count: 5900+
a/n: THIS FIC HAS BEEN POSTED TWICE BUT WON’T SHOW UP IN THE TAGS IF IT DOESNT SHOW UP AGAIN IM DONE AND WILL TRY AND POST IT TOMORROW INSTEAD
other information: jujutsuhub collab by @suna-reversed
summary: in which after gaining an infatuation with your boss you can’t help but flirt with the man, when he realises what your motives truly are he can’t help but take you in his office right for your co-workers to hear
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Every fucking day, every god damn fucking day, you had become an issue for the man. Every day you’d saunter into his office, black heels and that oh so tight skirt that seemed to get shorter every day. Your blouse with a mesh that was almost see through with your bra peeking out of it held your chest on show. He hated it, hated how whenever you bent beside him to pass his coffee, the way your back arched and legs almost looked spread made his trousers become tighter.
Toji had too much to worry about then how his secretary dressed but seeing it right in front of him. The way your ass perked up, your bare thigh on show. Toji leant back on his chair to get a better view of your back as you spoke of upcoming meetings which he already knew of. The pencil skirt made it hard for Toji not to have the urge to slap at your ass. Going against his wants he turned towards your face as you stared down at him with your own coffee in hand.
“As long as the car is on time this time then we shouldn’t have a problem,” he muttered playing with the pencil he had on the left of him.
“Of course, I’ll make sure they’re ready, Sir,” the sound of the single word made him look up at you, every part of you screamed to want to get fucked. But he couldn’t dare touch you, he couldn’t dare touch his stupid little secretary who held a stupid job that she only got through her stupid fiancé, nepotism at its finest.
The golden band around your ring finger made Toji glare, you stupid fiancé, his stupid little worker bee who wasn’t even good at his job had gotten you to become Toji’s secretary. Maybe Toji had allowed it to spite your fiancé or maybe it was to imagine fucking you into his desk every single day. His eyes staring at the metal, some cheap jewellery that adorned your finger as if some lustful insight into your relationship.
“You got a date yet?” Toji watches you freeze as you grab the papers around the desk to organise later.
“For what, sir,” the stress of the term makes the man's jaw clenched, so pretty and yet so young, so full of vitality. He could imagine pushing that face of yours into the mattress as he fucked into you almost groaning out loud at the images in his head.
“What do you think?” He mutters once again more annoyed at how unaware you were as you began to place the files in your hand, licking the tip of your finger to grab a hold of the pages that were stuck together.
You looked up at him, his unamused look, the dark dark hair that matched his personality, the scar across his lip that almost gave him a crude look. He was everything your fiancé wasn’t, with his confidence and wit that came with the calm tone he presented the majority of the time. Your fiancé was caring and that’s all you ever wanted, but with your bosses lingering looks, his sharp movements of his hands that always seemed to graze the back of your thighs. “No sir, we haven’t gotten a date yet, I hear June’s a good time though.”
“Bit far away, doesn’t he want you to be his,” Toji spoke with such a calm tone, but his words and possessiveness sent a shiver down your spine, “if you were mine I’d want that.”
He mumbled the last part out, choosing to ignore the phrase as you thought over the man's words, you had been engaged for a while, you thought of your fiancés surname, Mrs…Mrs…“Mrs. Fushi...”
You didn’t dare stare at the man in front of you, he tried to hide his smirk as he heard you say his surname rather than your husbands, “I didn’t hear that, why don’t you repeat yourself?”
“I…I didn’t say anything…” you whisper out as he looks at you with a knowing smirk.
Standing up as he came closer to you, almost pushing your back against the wooden desk that he had so often thought of fucking you on, “say it again Mrs. Fushiguro.”
His hand attached to your jaw as his thumb traced your lips tentatively as if he was preparing them for something before he could even dare to make a move. The sound of your phone indicating that the driver was here brought the two of you out of each other’s arms. “We need to leave…”
You trailed off wanting to forget about the moment, if you could even call it one, occurring. He watched you grab your bag as you walked out of the office with a click of your heels, his eyes staring at the sway of your hips and the fabric that clung to your skin. He let out a groan as he grabbed his jacket putting it on, he was annoyed at how close he had been to you, how he would have kissed and fucked you in a matter of seconds.
Stepping out of the door as he looked at his stupid little workers, he noticed you being cornered near the door, your fiancés eyes glimmering as the man stared at you. You seemed aloof as you tried to not meet the mans eyes, walking up to you both, Toji looked down at his stupid workers bee. “We need to go,” he spoke stoically as he gripped your wrist, removing you away from your fiancé mid conversation.
“It’s rude to interrupt,” you muttered as you both walked towards the elevator.
“It’s rude to talk in work hours to your stupid fiancé,” he mumbled once again, not bothering to hide hid boredom of the conversation as he let out a yawn.
You shook your head watching how you both stepped foot into the cramped elevator, the way his broad shoulders bumped against your own, you felt suffocated by the way his gaze remained on your body. You hated having to work for such an attractive man, he had it all, the money, the looks, but in his head all he really wanted was you. With that stupid smile and perfect face, your fiancé didn’t deserve you, he did or maybe he just hadn’t gotten his dick wet in a while.
As Toji looked down at you he reminisced on a day he could imagine relationships and what nots but with you, you seemed like a porcelain doll to keep and preserve, maybe all you needed was to be broken.
“I had the new proposal printed off, I’ll give it to you in the car,” you spoke professionally, rummaging through your bag to find the plastic wallet that held the documents. He didn’t care for a meeting at this moment, after your previous mishap his brain had become wild with thoughts and ideas as he looked almost bored at the prospect of spending three hours hearing a proposal.
You both stepped outside of the elevator, walking towards the car as you told the driver the address, Toji already getting in the back as you passed the files to him. Crossing your legs, Toji saw the way your thighs squished together, the way your skirt rose, and your tender delicateness was on show.
Licking his lips as he moved his gaze to your blouse, the buttons holding your cleavage in as he tried to suppress the disgusting thoughts he was having over you. There was an obvious sexual tension between the two of you, but you weren’t one to cheat and he didn’t want to lose his secretary over one fuck.
He flicked through the proposal, grumbling at how shit it was before you sighed already having read it and having an interest in it. “I think the idea is good,” you mumble out yourself, flicking through the notepad you had.
“And how would you know?” Toji questioned staring up at you, he watched as you brushed your hair away from your face, your eyes glued to the notepad and a loud sigh came from your mouth.
“I read the proposal and worked out the numbers it’d work in our favour and with the percentage they’re giving I would go for it,” you mumbled out some figures as Toji played a close eye on the way you flicked the pen between your lips. He finally saw you meet his gaze as you stopped your mumbling, “sorry for stepping out of line.”
“I didn’t realise you knew that much about the proposal,” he saw how the driver was pulling up to the building as you finally gave a reply to him.
It was a statement but sounded ever so sweet to his ears, “that’s my job Sir, to know everything inside and outside concerning you and the business.”
You probably hadn’t even realised what your words held, but Toji did, and he was going to play with this advantage, “inside and out…interesting.”
“What is it Sir?” you noticed the driver stop as you were ready to take your seatbelt off and open the car door.
He stopped you, his hand on your thigh as he turned to the driver, “outside.” The driver knew to never question his superior as he scurried out, not wanting another shouting like last time.
“Is everything okay, Sir?” The stress of the title made his cock grow even more, how sweet and succulent you sounded with one term. “Sir?”
“Can you shut up?” He leant back against the seat, his hand against the window as he played with one strand of his hair, you stayed silent, his other hand brushing against your skirt and thigh as you pushed the muscle together. “Aren’t you the obedient type?”
It almost sounded like a joke as he chuckled lightly but the stoic nature of it made you shiver instead, “Sir, we’re going to be…”
His hand moved closer from your thigh, moving past your skirt as he stared down at his little secretary. “What does he have that I don’t?”
“I don’t understand the question…”
His fingers skimmed to your side, touching the underwear that encompassed your hips as you looked at him with glossed eyes, “you do understand, I see everyday how your skirt gets shorter, your blouse tighter, don’t think I don’t see you whoring yourself out in the office.”
“I haven…”
His hand quickly moved out of your skirt slapping your thigh as a red bruise of a handprint was forming, “you fucking were, you wanna know how fucking hard it is to watch you bend over in that pathetically short skirt, or you leaning over me with your tits in my face.”
“I…” You had become speechless; your toying and teasing had been noticed you had almost given up on any encounter with your boss. You didn’t love your fiancé enough, he wasn’t the one for you, a marriage forced on you both where he had decided to make you his when all you wanted was freedom. All you wanted was Toji.
“Speak up,” he mocked lightly.
You looked down playing with your fingers as you felt his hand grab onto your jaw, forcing you to stare right into his dark eyes, “I w…want you,” you finally croaked out.
“Too bad,” he let go of your jaw as he left the car, the wind and sounds of life outside the car had emerged as you finally looked at yourself in the rear-view mirror. Horrific and disgusted at yourself as you got out of the car and followed your boss to the meeting, three hours of hell to endure.
He was the first to step through the doors, the meeting with some men you’d never met before, but you could spot them from a mile away. White hair with blue tinted sunglasses and an opened up black suit with a blue shirt, he seemed boyish and somebody that Toji would entertain for a bit, the other with black hair that was tied up and his own matching suit in a much deeper rouge . They contrasted one another, stepping through the doors yourself.
Their eyes fixated on you as Toji smirked at the way your entrance had made the two men almost freeze, the black-haired man shaking his head as he nudged his friend. Both introduced one another to Toji as you sat beside your boss. It felt suffocating under his guise, his fingers occasionally tapping against the pen he held as both Geto and Gojo spoke about what they had proposed. You already knew a lot of it, seeing how they were able to speak calmly to a man who was intimidating.
You continued to write down the notes of the meeting, Toji asking occasional questions as they answered sophisticatedly. Toji turned to you, seeing how Gojo had occasionally watched over you taking notes, you seemed to be of interest to the man, which Toji really did hate. “Y/n, you seemed to like what they’re selling, what do you say?”
It sounded like a euphemism as you pushed against the table to finally look up at the three men, staying calm and collected, you were about to talk when you could feel Toji staring right through you as if he was imagining everything he had ever wanted to do to you. “I…I…I like what they’re selling and think….think it would be a good inve…investment.”
You could barely speak as Toji nodded, he trusted your decision and couldn’t lie and say the proposal wasn’t a good one, Geto took him towards his office to print off the paperwork as you were left with Gojo, alone.
“He's your fiancé then,” Gojo asked as he sat on the long wooden desk staring down at you. He had noticed the ring but couldn’t help but ask, having seen a tension for the past three hours between you and your boss.
“No, my fiancé is a colleague,” you muttered slowly, it seemed embarrassing to even speak about your fiancé how much you actually hated the man. Pressing harder on your pen Gojo moved to sit right in front of you, his legs landing on the ground as you turned to face his crystal blue eyes.
Gojo chuckled lightly as he watched you look up to him, “doesn’t seem like you want that.”
“Excuse me,” you were trying to act polite but the urge to tell this man to fuck off was searing through you.
“It's just you and your boss seem very comfy together…” Gojo noticed Toji walking back with Geto, both speaking about something as he leant down to meet your ear. “…as if he wants to have you himself.”
Toji watched as Gojo moved back away from your ear as you looked down, not meeting any of the men’s gaze, “Y/n, if you’re done flirting, we’re leaving.”
“I wasn’t…” you mumble as you quickly grab your stuff and go with the man. His hand resting on the bottom of your back, as he clenched his jaw.
As you both stepped out of the building, the driver looking fearful at the two of you, “get a taxi,” Toji passed the man some money taking the keys as he opened the door for you, Toji taking the driver’s seat with a slam of the door. “You’re my secretary Y/n, stop whoring yourself…”
Toji was left speechless with the way your hand just reached his face, catching your hand as your eyes were glossed and for the first time he saw you vulnerable. “Why…why do you always blame me?”
He dropped your hand as you tried to speak without stuttering but Toji became quiet, “he shouldn’t have touched you…I shouldn’t have touched you.”
Toji looked down as he begin to drive back to the office, he looked up seeing how your gaze had become enchanted with the sunset, “I wanted you…I wanted you so fucking much but you…you just see me as a whore.”
It had been silent when you spoke up, finally collecting your thoughts as you had a new sense of confidence as you were confronting the man, “Y/n…”
“No Sir, you’re listening to me now, you treat me as if I mean nothing to you, I see your lingering looks, I fucking see it and I let it occur because I just wanted you to see me, see past this stupid ring and like me.” His hand stayed firm against the steering wheel as he was seeing the different emotions you felt towards him.
“I fucking see you, I do Y/n, you just…you have a fiancé, you have a custom life ready for you”
You interrupt him, “I…I don’t love him.”
He reverses into the parking spot as he finally meets your eyes, those stupid beautiful eyes, “fuck, Y/n…”
His mouth attaches onto yours, as his large hands cup your face, his tongue gliding past your own as your hands moved into his hair. You almost felt in heaven, as he undid your seatbelt and his own, his hand roaming against your skirt as gripped the back of your thigh to make you sit on his lap. Spit and saliva mixed together as you kissed him with such intensity, his other hand moving to undo the buttons of your blouse, which almost felt like a tear.
He couldn’t help but cup your chest with one of his hands, squeezing and massaging at your fat as one of his fingers played with your hardened nipple. “Fuck…fuck…fuck,” he groaned through the kiss as he felt your cunt through underwear move against his thigh.
Letting go of your mouth as you both stopped kissing, foreheads touching as he looked at you, your finger tracing the scar on his lip, he almost gave out another moan at the feeling. Your lips moving to kiss at the scar as you continued to move your lips on his thigh, “I want you…want you…so badly Sir…”
Your moans filled the car as you continued to move your clothes cunt against his thigh, your head at his shoulder as he moved his mouth down to your tits, undoing your bra as he threw the fabric into the backseat along with your blouse, “you gonna cum just from my thigh, pathetic.”
“Want…want to feel it…” he knew what you wanted, as he continued to circle his tongue around the bud of your nipple. “Want to feel your thi….” Your moans were almost intoxicating as he moved your skirt higher, seeing the way your underwear had become soaked from the movement, he watched as your fingers moved to his belt. The way even though you were trying to concentrate on removing his trousers you still moved your clit against him, he moved his own hips upwards as his trousers moved off of him, lifting your cunt off before landing back on the muscle.
Your eyes fixated on the print of his cock through his black boxers as you moved your hips against his thigh, “we…we should remove these.”
He slapped at your ass as he pulled your underwear, a slight rip occurring as he tugged on it to allow the fabric to stay on you with your cunt on show. “Fuck…To…Toji,” your name in his head had never sounded the way you had just moaned.
He bounced his thigh against your moving hips as his fingers moved to your clit, eyes fixated on the way your tits bounced in front of his eyes. “Say…say it again baby,” he moaned as he could feel his cock become excruciatingly harder.
“Toji…Toji…fuck…faster,” your hair was a mess as he moved his mouth up again, capturing your lips to feel you moan in his mouth. The bouncing of his thigh against your cunt had made him become even hornier, hands roaming your perfect body as he pushed your back against the steering wheel. You were just so perfect as he could see how tired you had become, “cu…cum…”
“You want to cum baby, cum on my thigh, go on…go on baby,” he groaned as his muscle tensed under your clit, your rubbed against him faster as he felt himself wanting to put his cock into you.
You moved faster as you felt the coil in you snap, cum gushing out as his thigh became stained in white, the rubbing between your cunt and his thigh spread the white cum as he looked up at your dazed face. “Pretty, pretty girl…”
“Want…want your cock, Sir,” you mumbled as your hand moved to his cock and the other began to unbutton his white shirt, he placed his hands on top as he gave you a sickly-sweet smirk.
“Let’s have us an audience baby,” you tilted your head as he grabbed your jaw, giving a soft short kiss to you, “you going to sort yourself out and meet me in my office, okay baby.”
“O…Okay sir,” you spoke with a drool coming from your mouth, he moved his thumb to push the drool back in as he watched you go back into your own seat, pulling your skirt down as your underwear had been ruined.
He quickly put his trousers back on, the stains of cum evident on them and his thigh as his hair was a mess from your tugging and you looked fucked out of your mind. He left you to put your shirt and bra on as he went up to his office, waiting for his treat to arrive.
He walked past his workers as they seemed to be getting ready to leave for the night, he looked happier than normal, and the scent of sex lingered against him as he could feel traces of your cum remain on his thigh and clothes. He saw how your fiancé looked at him in confusion, his dishevelled look that made him question where his to be wife was.
Toji went into his office looking around as he was met with the darkness from the sky sneaking through the window as he looked down at the room. Ever since you came you had livened the place up, speaking about how plants would look amazing in the office and then the next day carrying a few as you doted it around the room. Your coat lay on one of the chairs as you had bought an air filter for the room as well.
He looked down at his desk, counting down for your time to come.
You had tried to look as professional as you normally were, but with cum staining your thighs and a lack of underwear which you had thrown in the bin, you looked a mess. You looked at yourself through the mirror in the elevator, trying to smooth out your hair to hide the strands that had become a mess as your face looked a mess.
Smudged lipstick and clumps of mascara across your cheeks, you were praying nobody was in the office, even if Toji wanted an audience you just wanted to finally have the man. You moved the lipstick back onto your lip as you wiped the mascara with your other finger. Before finally stepping out of the elevator, it seemed like luck wasn’t on your side as you saw your fiancé in the office.
Trying to stay hidden as you walk towards Toji’s office without your fiancé noticing you, but the feeling of his hand grabbing your arm seemed to falter your plans. “We’re going home,” he mumbled as he watched your chest heave, one of the top buttons being almost ripped off.
“I have to finish this proposal off,” you lied trying to shake his hand off of you.
“You can do it tomorrow…” before you could even speak, the sound of Toji made both of you look at the man, he looked smug as he walked towards you both.
“She really can’t, I’ll drop her back home when we’re done,” your fiancé clenched his jaw as Toji removed his hand off your arm and led you into his office, “we’ll only be an hour or two.”
Your fiancé gave a pissed off look as he watched how Toji’s hand moved to your ass just as you both walked into his office. The sound of the lock making your fiancé know exactly what was to occur and knowing he could do nothing about it.
“You come in dressed like a stripper...so strip,” Toji spoke as he leant against his desk, arms crossed as you looked at him with doe eyes.
You moved closer to him as you smirked, “help me,” you whined as he rolled his eyes.
His hands on an instant pulling at your buttons, some even falling to the floor. He undid your bra as his mouth moved onto one of your tits sucking at it as he left a string of saliva from your nipple to his mouth. “Ya gonna let me fuck these,” he mumbled as all his dreams were about to come true.
You nodded as his hands moved to pull your skirt down, his finger moving along your clit right to the bud as he pressed against it, “I’m gonna make you forget all about him.”
“Want…want to only think about you,” you mumbled as he moved you towards his desk chair. He shook off his jacket and started to undo his shirt buttons. You licked your lips as you watched him teasingly undo each button, you had sat on top of his desk, as he could see how puffed your clit had become just from thigh fucking him.
Undoing his trousers as you could see your cum stains still on his thigh, your eyes fixated on his hard cock that was just waiting for your mouth. He grabbed a fistful of your hair to force you to look up at him, “gotta get this mouth ready baby,” the sound of spit building up in his mouth was heard as he watched you open up, your tongue hanging out to taste the spit in your mouth.
“To…Toji more,” you groaned as your hand moved to pull at his boxers, he let you do it, watching as his cock sprung up against his stomach. You began to leave the red marks of lipstick against his neck and chest before you pushed him onto his chair, letting you fall to your knees. “Wan…want to make you happy?” You mewled with your legs pushed together, Toji watched as you were at the perfect height to give him what he wanted.
Your tongue licked from the base right to tip as the groan of your name came from his lips, he watched as you cupped at your breasts, letting both fall to the sides of Toji’s dick as you pushed both to rub against his dick, moving them back and forth. Toji felt in heaven, he had wished for this since he had seen how tight your blouses had become.
His eyes watching how each time the precum leaked out it helped your chest to move back and forth against his cock. He hadn’t expected your mouth to be ready for his cock, as just as your breasts moved back down your mouth covered the tip, kitten licking at the blushed tip you circled your tongue against it. Watching as Toji’s hands gripped onto your head to push you to take more of his cock, your droll dripped down onto your breasts as you moved them quicker along his cock.
Toji could feel his own orgasm hit as you moved quicker, each time sucking on his cock for a bit longer to get him to snap on your tits and mouth. “Fu…fuck Y/n, faster.”
He groaned out as he watched you move quicker, the way the smudges or red encompassed his cock and how obedient you were to him, “cum…fuck Toji…cum in my…mouth,” you mumbled as each time you took his tip in your mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned as cum spluttered on the inside of your mouth and against your tits. You let go of his cock as he looked down at you, cum dripping from your breasts as it fell to your stomach and the way you swallowed the cum as he saw the string of cum encompassed your mouth. “Want me to fuck you baby, you want my cock?”
You nodded eagerly as he grabbed onto your waist as you stood up, putting you on his lap as he turned his chair to look out into the night sky. “Want your cock,” you moved your hips against his cock, wanting to feel it get hard as your hand moved to touch it.
He groaned as he looked at you softly, “gonna fill you up baby, show them who you belong too.”
He didn’t leave any room for you to reply as he moved your cunt right on top of his cock, letting you sink in with a heavy moan at the feeling of being filled right up. “Go…good girl, taking me all,” he kissed you softly as his hands moved to move your hips up and down as you rested your head against his chest. “I’m going to take care of you princess, gonna make you happy.”
Toji didn’t know what he was saying. Maybe it was the fact your cunt was squeezing at his cock as you moved your hips or the intimacy he felt as you laid on his broad chest, kissing at his chest softly. “I want to be with you,” it was the first coherent sentence you had made since he had begun fucking you, but he knew it was the truth.
He watched you moan softly against his chest as he looked out to the sky, he wanted to make you feel happy, softly moving his cock in and out of your walls each time going deeper and faster into your cunt. His hand had gravitated to your clit as he played with the numb hearing you mewl against him and occasionally give out a loud groan of his name.
You seemed at peace with his cock stuffed into you, he normally hated slow sex, hated the fact he couldn’t quickly make you cum. But with you, he felt secure to do something like this, because you were never going to leave him.
You gave him a tearful look as he brushed your hair away from your eyes, wiping the tears as he kissed you softly, as both your tongues moved together. He felt you move against his cock, lifting yourself up before slamming back down as if you knew your orgasm was coming.
He continued to kiss you, hands cupping your face as he let you move your cunt back and forth against his cock. You had been wet enough to take him well, he was almost surprised that you had barely complained about his size but knew that you would be complaining about feeling broken any time soon.
“Cu…cum…” you mumbled through the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.
He groaned feeling his own orgasm come as he moved his hips to move further into you, hitting the back of your cervix each time, “gonna…fuck, gonna fill you up baby.”
At the sound of that you let out a moan as the white gush fell from your cunt, the way he moved easily through your cum to move faster into your cunt, he watched as you kissed at his neck, red stains continuing to form against his neck as he rolled his eyes feeling his own cum shoot out of his cock and into your cunt.
He watched how dazed you had become, the way he softly came out of your cunt, placing you against the desk, as he pushed the cum back into your cunt with one finger. He knew you had no underwear and would need something to keep it in till you could get rid of it. But it almost turned him on at how you looked there lying, tired out of your mind. He kissed softly at your clit as he moved his finger to let the cum seep out onto the desk.
He left you there as he went to find some spare clothes in one of the cabinets, passing you them as you finally looked up at him. “Sorry for ruining your desk,” you said, realising his desk had been covered in sweat and slick.
“I could make you clean it up with your mouth,” he mumbled as he helped you put the shirt on, it was too big for you as he did the buttons and gave a slap of your ass as you turned to get the boxers and skirt you had worn this morning.
“Toji…” you groaned as he smirked, putting his own clothes on.
He touches your ass with both his hands cupping it as he leans his frame against your shoulders, “it’s just so pretty baby, want to fuck you there now.”
“How are you still horny?” you spoke as you turned, wrapping your arms around his neck, “next time you can.”
He smirked kissing you softly as he gripped onto your ass not caring if he left a bruise or not, “think they heard.” He questioned as you shrugged, almost hoping they didn’t, “come on, I said I’d drop you home.”
“I don’t want to go home…he’ll be there,” you spoke sadly as you grabbed your bag. Toji looked up at you in confusion as he went to unlock the door. He had semi wiped the desk but knew he’d have to clean it properly tomorrow.
“Who said I was taking you there, princess?” He chuckled as he grabbed your hand, letting you out of the door first.
Both your eyes met the face of your fiancé as he looked at you with fury in his eyes, “you fucking whore.”
You stayed silent almost standing behind Toji out of fear of what he might do, “what are you doing here?”
“I…You slept with my fucking fiancé,” a red fury ran through him as you looked at Toji, who had a smile on his face.
“Ex-fiancé, you weren’t satisfying her needs,” he smirked as he gripped onto your hand. Your fiancé was ready to pounce on Toji, but the man spoke before he could do anything else, “your desk should be cleared by tonight and I’ll expect your key card and keys to be on your desk tomorrow.”
“You…you can’t fire me,” everything to do with you seemed gone as the man stood in front of you. You knew the amount of money someone of his standing had been getting that’s why he had been able to get you the secretary job but at the click of Toji’s fingers it had all gone.
Toji moved past your fiancé as he held you close by him, “I just did, now you’re wasting more of my time by talking, when all I want is to fuck Y/n.”
“She’s a fucking whore, she’ll sleep with someone else and fuck you over too,” your ex shouted in a disarray as you turned to meet his eye.
You removed the ring and threw it at him, “I deserved better than having someone who forced a marriage onto me.”
Both you and Toji looked at one another as he gripped your hand leaving your fiancé jobless and alone. “Toji…” you muttered as you went into his car, he looked at you softly waiting to hear your question, “do you…do you want something between us?”
“That’s a stupid question Y/n,” you looked down playing with your fingers as Toji grabbed onto them, “you’re what I want Y/n, plus fucking you is a bonus.”
He chuckled as you playfully hit his arm rolling your eyes as you hoped that this new relationship would prosper.
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Doctor Toge Inumaki: The Exam
jujutsuhub collab coordinated by @suna-reversed
Thanks Vee for this wonderful opportunity, I enjoyed writing about my future profession and doing things like “Grey’s Anatomy Porn”, hope everyone of you will like this ❤
Content: AU Doctor Inumaki Toge x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Roleplay, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, 18+ etc.
Words count: 1.6k
A.N: I choose Inumaki because is very difficult to find smut about him. In my AU Toge can actually talk and he is a Ob-Gyn. Reader is his wife. All characthers are aged up (27 years old).
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The day arrived, walking down the hall of the reward, the familiar scent of chemical products, inebriate your nostrils and in no time you find yourself in the reception where you hear young nurses and residents whispering about Doctor Inumaki, who opens the door of his studio giving to the nurse, patients cards. "Ahhh Doctor Inumaki, Ms Y/N is here" the man smiles, gesturing you a welcome and you follow him on his studio, "Then I leave you Doctor Inumaki, I'm going to check on the patient, she's coming back from surgery", Inumaki smiles and says "Thanks Nurse Yato, see you later", the white haired man adjustes his hairs behind his hears and eyeing you, he feminine and shily says "Goodmorning Ms Y/N, what does bring you here today?" bowing your head and being a little worried you say "Well I really want to have a child but I'm having some difficulties in the last times. I went today to see if there's some problem and if we can resolve it".
Doctor Inumaki is really popular and talented, everyone in the reward respects him: nurses, doctors and residents, they all have high thoughts of him and trust his opinion and lessons, he gives to the students. You trust him as well, and when he says to get naked you don't object his request, he's a professional.
"Ms Y/N I have to check every breast so that's why I have to leave you naked. Don't worry about anything it will not hurt!" he says calmly and touching your skin, he makes you shiver for stimulation "R-right Doctor Inumaki". His pale hands start roaming to your body and arriving to your breasts, they make circles on your nipples "Mmm they seem too little, I think I have to taste if they're producting the right way to see if you actually can conceive" Inumaki says lost on his mind. Continuing the careful circles on your left nipple, the right one comes to his mouth and he gives careful licks, trembling and moaning for the unexpected pleasure you stutter "Do-doctor In-Inumaki AH! Are you sure this is the right procedure to check?" The albino man raising from your cleavage and licking his lips, says "Don't worry, I have to check your sensibility. Sometimes conceiving is difficult because the intercourse doesn't satisfy the woman" and he winkes you,"O-ok, I trust you" smiling and circling again your nipples, he says "Then I continue with the other one" and start to vigourously lick your neglected nipple making you get out shameful moans "Ahh, ahhh oh god Doctor!", "That's it Ms Y/N, it seems that your breasts are quite sensitive. The ormones are making their work. Then I'll proceed" he seriously says to you, nearing his face to your intern thighs eyeing your drenched pussy "The smell is kind of suspect, I have to check more to be sure that there isn't any kind of sexual problem inside". Two slender fingers entry your spongy walls "Mmm so tight, and the labias are really beautiful. Such a delectable vulva!" and he scissors his fingers inside you making you scream in pleasure "Is something the matter?" he says looking at you with his purple concerned eyes , "N-no Doctor, whatever you're doing please continue it!" he smirks readminstrating his activties and starts pushing in and out his fingers from your pussy making you scream feeling the pressure on your g-spot "Ms Y/N don't hold, pleasure is useful for pregnancy", his tecnique and power makes you come undone and moaning his name you cum all over his fingers. Inumaki smiles and licking his fingers, says "The cervix liquid is perfectly health, but I need a sample to be sure that everything is perfect inside so that you can conceive. Please lay yourself on your hand and knees" doing that you hear the belt being unbuckled and his sigh of relief touching and jerking his long cock "Doctor Inumaki, so big! I'm sure after this exam I will have no problems having a baby!" Inumaki smiles and caressing the cheek of your ass, he says "Mmm Ms Y/N, such a naughty patient are you?" you smile to his statement but as soon as you feel the tip of his cock inside you, a moan comes out of your mouth "Ahh doctor, I want you breed me please!" Inumaki smiles and hiping his trusths inside you he says "As you wish Ms Y/N! Ahhh! It is a doctor's duty to help the patient feel better!" shameful moans come out both of you, Inumaki shaking his hips and touching your clit, huffs again and hearing your pleasure, says "Cmon Ms Y/N you're going to cum - ugh - cum and I'll spill everything inside you!" completely raptured by his moans and little groans you come undone "Ahhhh yes Doctor I'm cumming please! I need your sperm inside me please!" hearing these words Inumaki definitely triggered, pistons his cock in and out of you and feeling the coil on his stomach, he whispers "You're going to be so beautiful, round and full of life thanks to me!", then the seed starts to come out and fill your pussy making you cum again for the intensity. Inumaki falls on your back and says "Ahhh god this is the...", a knock on the door is heard "Doctor Inumaki, is everything ok?" a nurse says "Ahhh, ah yes don't worry nurse Kaito! I'm still with my wife, I'll be done in a minute!" hearing his laboured voice the nurse blushes and says "Ok see you later!", you smile cleaning your pussy and say "I think she caught us, but it was fun Toge! I love you" closing the zip of your cloth and kissing your neck, he says "It was, thank you my love. See you later at home" and then you open the door winking at him.
WEEKS LATER
"Is it true? Doctor Inumaki is going to be father?" the students and residents whisper in the hall, "The chief is following his wife's pregnancy, how lucky of her!" Inumaki hearing them smiles and nurse Kaito turn to him and says "I think you disappointed them Doctor Inumaki", readjusting his hairs and with shine eyes he says "I don't care, I love my wife and I love my job. I'm not here to entertain some people with gossip".
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jujutsu kaisen
gojo satoru
play-thing pt. one (nsfw/dc)
play-thing pt. two (nsfw/dc)
sensei (nsfw)
denial (angst)
too late (angst)
one more day (nsfw)
to heaven and back (nsfw)
sukuna ryoumen
hands (nsfw)
a very angsty drabble
itadori yuuji
jealousy (nsfw)
step-brother (nsfw) - jujutsuhub collab
itadori x art major!reader (fluff drabble)
sensei (nsfw)
manipulation (nsfw/dc)
fushiguro megumi
iq reduction (professor megumi x student reader | nsfw | dc)
yandere!megumi (nsfw/dc)
daddy? (nsfw)
boobs / more boobs (nsfw/drabbles)
needy (nsfw/drabble)
burdens / burdens part two (nsfw)
jealousy (nsfw)
fushiguro toji
road head (nsfw)
toge inumaki
soapy titty pics (sexting w/ inumaki) (nsfw)
kiss me (fluff)
geto suguru
play-thing pt. one (nsfw/dc)
play-thing pt. two (nsfw/dc)
riding getou’s face (nsfw drabble)
cam girl (nsfw)
nanami kento
step-dad nanami (nsfw/dc)
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I DEMAND A TEASER OF THIS
“you come in dressed like a stripper…so strip” (t. fushiguro) | jujutsuhub collab | cwc: 221
GIVE ME FUCKING NOW
heheh i’ve only written a bit for it so this is the first couple of paragraphs but i cant wait to finish it next week and post it 🥺 i’d love to know what you guys think of it so far ☺️
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