꒰ Fabrication laced with Ink ꒱

ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵) 𐔌 ᴀ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴇꜱ. 𐦯 𐔌 ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅꜱ : ᴏᴘᴇɴ 𐦯 𐔌 ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ : ᴏᴘᴇɴ 𐦯 𐔌 ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ. 𐦯 ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒

[chezenom]

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ɪɴᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ—ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ, ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛꜱ ᴏɴ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : ᴛᴏɢᴇ ɪɴᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ x ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Ever since you stepped foot in Jujutsu High, you came to the conclusion that you couldn't count the times you've teased the hell out of Inumaki.

"Mustard Leaf." Inumaki spoke, shifting his attention from Panda and Maki's endless banters, to you. But, to his surprise, you were already looking at him—with that teasing smirk that always made him hide his face deeper in his collar too.

It was no different now.

A faint blush grew on Inumaki's cheeks, and before he realized it, you were already leaning closer, teasing smile never faltering. "Wow, proposing already?" Inumaki's cheeks puffed red, "I didn't take you to be such a womanizer," instinctively, you gave his shoulder a soft slap making him sigh.

That wasn't the first and last time you'd tease him.

One time, after a hard day of training, you breathlessly teased him again, this time in front of Panda and Maki too. "Tuna Mayo." Inumaki spoke, then pointed at your hands, if you had to guess, he was talking about your posture during combat but if you had to say it out loud...

"You're so naughty, Inumaki! In the school bathroom, really?" Inumaki choked, Panda laughed and Maki sighed before giving you a small slap on the ass with her stick.

Seeing Inumaki's pink tinted ears, it only fueled you more and Inumaki couldn't even argue—because in truth, he enjoyed your attention and he probably wouldn't take it too well if you gave that kind of attention to anyone else.

[chezenom]

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴀᴛᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴏᴛᴏʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ ʙᴏꜱꜱ, ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ ʙᴏꜱꜱ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ x ꜰʟɪʀᴛʏ ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

"You're looking handsome as alw—" The lights flicker once causing your words to come to a halt. It flickered again and soon, the elevator jerked into a stop. The floor shook and instinctively, you reached out to grab onto Sukuna, only for him to move away making your cheek collide with the wall. "O-ow..."

Sukuna lets out a faint scoff of amusement that entered your ears before you could even steady yourself, "You could've caught me," You pouted with furrowed brows while your pink haired boss merely ignored you all together.

It wasn't a surprise. Working for Sukuna as his secretary for years made you learn a thing or two about him. And seeing you embarrass yourself in front of him wasn't new to both of you—but it sure was amusing, especially to Sukuna—but he wouldn't admit that out loud.

He knew if he did, you would tease him non stop about it, and with that little cute smirk of yours too.

Just as you were about to complain again, realization dawned on you mid way. You were trapped. Alone. With Sukuna. A grin made its way to your lips while your finger brushed an imaginary strand of hair behind your ear, eyes looking up at him seductively. "Well...this is intimate—" you bat your eyelashes.

"Don't." He shots you a look, that you took as invitation rather than rejection. You always do.

"Don't what?"

"Start."

Pressing your red lips together, you hummed a small tune before taking a small step forward which he, in return, took a step back.

"You're assuming." You shrug your shoulders before eyeing as he leaned back against the wall with crossed arms, glaring down at you. Anyone would be intimidated, but not you—no. All you could think of was how hot he was—and how much fun would it be to make him break here in this broken elevator.

"Let's play a game, it's getting too boring," you started which made his stare at you hardened, "I spy with my little eye..." a hum left your lips while your eyes trailed his body up and down before finally meeting his again. "Something big." The smile on your lips widened while Sukuna's frown deepened.

He didn't miss the way your tongue licked your lips making it glisten on the dim lights of the humming elevator. But it wasn't long before his eyes widened faintly as a loud laugh suddenly came out of your mouth while your hand raised up to give his bicep a few slaps. "My love for you, you dirty dog." You winked and he groaned.

Sukuna knew he could be a bad boss sometimes—but he was starting to question if he really did deserve this.

[chezenom]

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇɪʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴢᴇɴ'ɪɴ ᴄʟᴀɴ, ɴᴀᴏʏᴀ ᴢᴇɴ'ɪɴ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : 18+, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴍɪꜱᴏɢʏɴʏ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴘʟᴀʏ, ꜱᴘɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

Being Naoya's wife was expecting.

You knew the man was a top grade special class misogynist and it was expecting of him to shake his head and scoff when it was announced that you would be the one to bear his children and be the half of his lone cold heart.

But all of that changed once the two of you came to share a room. Your endless moans rang through the walls of the Zen'in clan's estate, whether the walls may be thick or thin, Naoya made sure everyone could hear how much of a slut you were towards him and his dick.

"Fucking slut, aren't you?" He laughed mockingly before thrusting his cock deep into your already overly sensitive pussy. How you wanted to curse at him so much—but his cock felt so good that your brain shut off completely the moment he rammed it in.

Naoya smirked, your reaction fueling his pride and ego to the brim. "You're nothing but a fleshlight for my cock." spitting on your face just after grabbing it with one hand while the other slapped your ass making a loud whimper escape your lips.

Still—uncontrollable praises would escape his mouth from time to time and you would always realize it before him.

"Look at those pretty eyes, rolling back."

"Yeah, take it—fucking take it... Good girl.."

But the thing you loved most was annoying him—sometimes on purpose and sometimes accidentally— but when you do it on purpose, he would always know.

The way you would leaned a bit to close to one of the clan members during a small conversation in front of him, and act all innocent.

Oh, Naoya was pissed seeing you bat your pretty eyelashes at someone who isn't him.

You were testing him and he knows.

"Being a whore as always, I see." a glare from Naoya would always come first before he would drag you into an empty space in the estate and fuck you dumb as punishment.

"You're doing this on purpose aren't you?" He slapped your ass forcing a dumb moan and nod from you, "Yeah?, because you want to be treated like a whore you are." He moved his hand to slap your pussy instead, pressing your body against the wall like a doll.

"Naoya—!" You screamed his name like a prayer as his dick finally penetrated your overstimulated pussy, whimpering when he only spat in your mouth as a reply. "Did I tell you to speak, slut?" He pulled back, dick almost out but immediately slammed it back in resulting to your orgasm.

Falling to the floor, you catch your breath, feeling your pussy twitch and thighs shake but Naoya wasn't tired—no—the misogynist was still standing, cock still hard and standing tall. "Did I say you could rest?" Pulling you up using the back of your neck, Naoya chocked you before slamming inside again, slapping your ass hard when he felt you tighten. "A pathetic whore indeed—tightening at being slapped? You're disgusting." Moans and whimpering was the thing you could let out now and as much as you hated it, he was right.

[chezenom]

ʜᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴀᴛᴊᴏ .ᐟ.ᐟ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴍɪᴅ-ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜰʀᴀᴛᴊᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ ᴏꜰ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ɢᴜᴛꜱ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ᴄʟɪᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴄʟɪᴛ ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ʜᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ɴɪᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ꜱʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴏʀᴀʟ, ᴄᴇʀᴠɪx ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱQᴜɪʀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇ, ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ.

⟢ Throwing your head back, your spine arched at the feeling of Gojo's pierced tongue finally kissed your wet slit after trailing a round of teasing kisses on your thigh. Hate fucking Gojo was something you never thought of doing—solely because you hated the guy's guts—but now that thought came true and you couldn't help but curse at him while subconsciously squashing his head in between your thighs.

"I'm close, please—so close!" You cried out, moving your hips to grind your twitching heat against his tongue, your begs sounding like prayers.

Gojo lets out a soft moan at your plead, "I know, baby, I know." the vibrations from his mouth sends you to the brick of orgasm when—

RING!

Your head darts to side when hearing your phone chiming, filling all the four corners of Gojo's apartment and completely cutting off your moans. Just as you were about to ignore it, your eyes widened when Gojo reached out and looked at the caller, "What are you doing...?" it wasn't long before a mischievous grin crawled up to his lips and a glint ignited in his eyes.

With swift movements, Gojo placed the phone in your hands, pulled your hips closer and bit your clit—not hard enough to hurt but hard enough for your eyes to roll and have a nasty moan escape past your lips. "Gojo!" this was it, you were about to—

"(Y/N)? What was that?"

With the sound of your friend's voice, a gasped came out your mouth when realizing that Gojo answered the call. You turned to him, flustered and frustrated that he would actually do this. The white haired frat boy merely smirked up at you, his large veiny hands reaching up to tease your hardened nips through the shirt that he left at your apartment just a couple days ago.

"N-Nothing..." slapping his hand, you earn a faint chuckle from Gojo that turned into one that you didn't want to hear again. Gojo's free hand freed your thigh only for his long fingers to penetrate your cunt. Gasping, you bit your bottom lip, suppressing the moan but letting out a curse that didn't go unnoticed by your friend.

"I hate you—so much, Gojo." A heavy breath left your lips as your body twitched when his fingers thrust inside your needy pussy. "Keep hating, it turns me on." He whispered enough for only you to hear before pulling his fingers out and thrusting them back in causing your pussy to squirt under the stimulation.

Hearing your words, your friend couldn't help but ask through the phone, knowing well about your confusing relationship with him. "You...really hate him that much?"

You made sure Gojo could hear that and you made sure to flash him a smirk while doing so, "I hate him with my guts." You replied with a slightly breathless tone. Just as you were finally about to end the call, Gojo stood up from his kneeling position and did it for you.

"Keep that smirk while I pound into you, yeah?" The next thing you hear is the sound of his zipper and a loud—very strained groan, when he finally pulled out his hard cock. You gulped at the sight—even if he had you in a few chokeholds with blowjobs, that didn't mean you weren't surprised by his dick each time he pulled it out. The thing was big.

Gojo's hands grabbed your waist before having you lay on your stomach on his marble kitchen counter. A gasp burst out from your mouth when he slapped his hand on your sensitive pussy—and because you've been delayed two times of your orgasm, your body was already a twitching overstimulated mess.

"Oh no, pretty girl, you're cumming on this cock." His blue eyes scanned your twitch figure with a chuckle and without any warning, he thrusts his fat cock inside your pleading cunt, kissing your trembling cervix. The moment he does, your back arches, eyes rolling to the back of your head and most importantly, you came.

Now, cumming felt wrong if it wasn't on Gojo's dick—and the worst part of it all was that Gojo knew that too.