You wince as your closed fist raps against the double doors, echoing a jarring knock throughout the empty hallway.
“Come in,” Higuruma’s muffled voice floats to you from inside. Shifting the mound of cases to your other hand, you open one of the doors and step in, closing the door gently behind you. You stroll towards him, your pumps click-clacking against the marble floors. His eyes drift up to meet you as he sits at his desk, a case file smothered in notes and red ink already in front of him. The open window in the office casts the sunlight on his body from behind him. The barely-afternoon air hits you immediately, bringing with it a pleasant, sleepy breeze. Despite looking exasperated with the sight of the new work, he still directs a warm smile your way. You return it with an apologetic one and set down the pile on your own table, which sits practically adjacent to his. Sitting down, a sigh slips from your lips as you open the first case file, getting ready for a long day of reviewing.
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After many grueling hours of tasks, it’s already close to dinner time. Not that you have anyone waiting on your return, but you and Higuruma had only ever shared occasional lunches together previously, never a dinner. By this hour, you both have long grown accustomed to the sounds of your stomachs growling through the room. In fact, at least on your part, the pain from the hunger has basically gone away now. Earlier, you had left the room to stock up on snacks from the vending machine, but—thanks to your combined efforts—the stash had been finished before even an hour had passed by. The only thing that keeps you both going is the fact that the heap of papers has been significantly depleted. Grabbing your last finished work of the night, you leave the light of your small desk lamp and walk over to his desk, dropping it right under his lamp. Suddenly, you feel him, still sitting, snake his hand around your hips. You try not to react, staying still and waiting to see what he does next. He reaches up and pulls you down to him, crashing your lips together in a kiss. Your head spins, but you return it. You always had a small crush on him, but you had assumed he was in a relationship; Only recently had you learned that he actually isn’t taken. You can tell he’s clearly stressed out with the work by how messy the kiss is, how his hands instantly grip your waist through your button-up. He stands up from his seat and drags you down by the arm, forcing you to sit on his chair, maintaining the kiss through all the exertion.
Higuruma pulls away, the blush evident even in the dim lighting. “Was.. Was that okay?” He asks, panting for oxygen. You nod quickly, gesturing for him to continue. Maneuvering under his desk, he places brief kisses along your legs, his broad hands lifting your lower half with ease to push your skirt up to your waist. A soft gasp involuntarily escapes you as you feel his finger pull aside your lace panties. You watch his face, seeing his eyes flicker with a lustful hunger as they remain between your legs. Heat spreads across your face; you’re aware that you’re already wet down there. He looks back up at you, a satisfied smirk spread across his handsome face. Looking away, you prepare yourself for the verbal ridicule, but it never comes—to your relief. Instead, a hot sensation comes from below, causing you to whimper out in surprise. When you look back down, his mouth is pressed between your thighs, but his eyes stay on your face, tracking you. Your hands instinctively bury in his dark brown strands, tousling the remains of the gel he uses every morning to slick back his hair. You’re about to say something, when a hammering thunders throughout the room. Your heart basically drops to your stomach, which doesn't help the nauseous feeling you already have from the butterflies in there.
“Hiromi,” You whisper frantically. “I thought everyone else left.” He doesn’t answer, for obvious reasons, and just rests a reassuring hand on your thigh. He nods—or at least you think he does—which you assume means you should answer the person.
“Come in!” You call, trying to keep the shaking out of your voice. A new lower-rank employee comes in, one whose name you aren't sure of. Under the table, Higuruma continues, completely disregarding your current predicament.
“Is Mr. Higuruma here? I can’t find him anywhere,” She asks, her scrutinizing gaze shifting between your desk and where you’re currently sitting. You give her a nervous smile, hoping to ease her suspicions.
“Sorry. He left for a break, I’m not sure where he went, though. He just told me to answer to anyone asking for him,” You can barely keep yourself from making any noise that would contradict what you said, but he’s not making it easy; nipping at the bud of your clit and even sliding a finger into your tight hole. Your heel digs into his thigh, but he ignores it. When you try to squeeze your legs together, he just uses his free hand to pry them apart. Finally, the employee leaves you with one last skeptical look before she walks out and shuts the door behind her. You immediately exhale, glaring down at Higuruma. It’s a futile effort, though, because you cum almost instantly after her footsteps fade down the hall. You quickly bring your hand up to cover up your sounds of pleasure, just in case anyone else is lingering around. You’re left heaving, recovering from the white-hot sensation.
“Jerk.” You mumble, but he doesn’t seem to be too affected. He pulls away, a lazy grin plastered on him, even with your slick coating his face. You stand up, straightening out your skirt and pulling it back down. “My turn.”
Higuruma eagerly obeys, getting up and sitting on his chair with his legs spread. You roll your eyes at his desperation, ignoring the fact you probably looked even more pathetic just a few minutes ago. You climb under his table, easily fitting your body in compared to his. The tent in the thin fabric of his pants is already easily visible. You unzip the tight professional pants and pull his briefs down just enough to free his hard cock. He immediately groans in relief, his thick cock twitching in the sudden cold air. Your hot breath wavers over him as you wrap a fist around his length, your hand barely fitting around it. Taking his cock in your mouth, your lips encircle the tip—or at least try to—and you lick the layer of precum already there, causing him to moan out and throw his head back. The sound of footsteps resounds down the hall again, reaching both your ears and his. He straightens up, jolting in surprise. His arms go to rest on the table, folding in front of his torso. Someone opens the door without knocking (you secretly thank the heavens that you two weren't doing something out in the open) and stops moving in stunned silence.
“I’m- I’m so sorry sir, I thought your secretary was still in here. She answered me for you earlier when you were on your break,” The same woman panicks.
“It’s fine. She took her break after I returned. What do you need?” Higuruma answers in a polished tone, resuming his sharp demeanor. You decide to get a bit of revenge and continue to push your head lower, but it doesn’t earn a reaction out of him—yet.
“I need the case files that you completed, please. Ms. Sato requested for them,” She says, her tone returning to a strict professional one. Before he can say anything, though, she must have spotted them, because you can hear her walking closer. “Here they are! I’ll just grab them and be out of your way.”
You can see Higuruma feigning a smile, but he suddenly pulls his chair in towards his desk, which pushes his heavy cock further down your throat. However, you don’t choke, determined, and force him deeper. One of his hands jerks under the table and grips your hair roughly. You can hear the small whimper he makes in an attempt to keep quiet, but the lady doesn't seem to notice, too busy collecting the papers into her hands. At last, she stumbles out of the room, shooting Higuruma a brief goodbye. As soon as the door closes, he pulls his chair back out, making you struggle on your knees to follow along. You take him all the way down to the base, choking a bit on the sheer mass of his cock. Tears blossom in your eyes, a few flowing down your cheeks.
“Fuck,” He breathes out at the sight, letting his cock rest in your mouth for a bit. “You sure this is okay?”
In response, you attempt a nod as one of your hands brushes up along his shirt, loosening his tie, while the other stays on his tense thigh. Maintaining his hold on your hair, he pulls almost all the way out before fucking back into your mouth, the roughness almost too much. More tears spill, but you disregard them, gladly letting him take his work stress out on you. As he nears his release, his pace sputters. He shoves his entire cock down your throat before he cums, the hot liquid flooding your mouth. As soon as he pulls out, you swallow it without hesitation. Higuruma’s eyes remain trained on you, your salty tears already getting him half-hard again. He wipes them with his thumb, then carries you up so you’re sitting in his lap. You give him a gentle kiss, letting him taste himself in your mouth.
“You wanna go for another round?” He asks smoothly, although a hint of pleading hides in his voice. You can feel his cock already hard again on your leg. This time, you’ll just have to pray nobody walks in again.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
a/n: pretend the desk is one of those with the back / front panel pls
cw: fem!reader, swearing, pet names, porn with no plot, fingering, dirty talk, oral (f!receiving), edging, fluff only at beginning, maybe mischaracterization, missionary position, unprotected piv, creampie, rough sex, cowgirl position, grinding, begging, sucking slick off fingers, size difference. mdni.
wc: 1.2k
You unlatch the door to you and your husband’s cozy home with an inaudible click, setting your purse and the grocery bags next to the entrance. It’s quiet, so much so that you aren’t even sure if he’s back yet. That is, until you notice the smell of oyakodon diffusing throughout the apartment. A smile tugs at your lips and you navigate to the kitchen, looking for Nanami. Peeking around the wall, you see him standing there texting on his phone. He’s shirtless and wearing baggy sweatpants, already changed out of his work clothes. Before you can even think of jumping out to try and scare him, he spots you and grins warmly.
“Was just about to text you, dear.” Nanami’s voice is filled with affection, but you can see his dark eye bags and slumped posture. Nonetheless, he moves towards you, planting a kiss on your temple.
“Don’t tell me you actually made oyakodon. Kento, you know it’s my favorite,” You try to hide the guilt in your voice, but he hears it; Of course he does.
“Don’t worry about it. It was my pleasure for my love,” He murmurs, lips still pressed against the side of your head, into your hair. He breathes it in, the familiar scent instantly taking the tension out of his shoulders. As you start to reach for the serving spoon resting inside the pot, he swiftly but gently knocks your hand away.
“I just turned the heat off, we should wait a bit.” He explains, then places another kiss on the back of your hand. Wordlessly, you drag Nanami to the living room and sink into the couch together. His head buries in the crook of your neck as you settle in, your arms wrapping around his broad build. You’re about to drift off when you feel a muscled arm shifting against your torso. Before you can even look down to see what he’s doing, you feel his calloused fingers hook under your waistband. With a careful tug, he has your pants and underwear both off in one motion. Wasting no time, his fingers glide through your folds.
“Is this okay?” Nanami asks in a hushed tone, his eyes begging you to let him continue.
“Yes,” You nod, confirming without hesitation. He slides two huge fingers in, knowledgeably navigating to where he knows your sweet spot is. As he curls his fingers up into it, you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together from the pleasure. Nanami pries your legs open to shift his torso between them, resting your legs on either side of his pelvis.
“Already so wet for me, hmm?” He hums as you can feel yourself turning practically red, the blush spreading across your face. His eyes stay glued between your open legs.
Slipping a third digit in, he presses delicate kisses to your collarbone and neck. You moan out, your palm resting on his back, as his hand speeds up inside you. Just as you’re about to climax, his body maneuvers off of yours and he removes his fingers, leaving a feeling of emptiness. He sucks your slick from his fingers, maintaining eye contact. You’re about to complain but he lowers his head down to your hips and hooks your legs around his shoulders. Occasional kisses accompany Nanami’s lips brushing your inner thigh as his eyes continue to watch your face, making sure you’re enjoying what he’s doing. You bury your hands in his thick blonde hair. An indulgent smirk flashes across his face before he lowers his head further and you feel his tongue against your folds. He licks a line down, leaving a trail of spit in its wake as his hot tongue slithers into your waiting hole. A cry escapes your mouth as he continues to tease at your clit and hole. Suddenly, he pulls away, and you, on the verge of your orgasm yet again, sob out.
“Kento,” You gasp out, a hint of desperation in your voice. “Please.”
“Please what? Use your words, darling.” He baits, knowing exactly what you mean.
“Please. Let me cum. Fuck me.”
At this, Nanami completely comes undone. He stands up to get out of his sweats, and you can already see his boner poking through the thin fabric. He strips down and tosses the pants aside, leaving them forgotten on the floor. He rips down his briefs, his massive cock springing out of them, and climbs back on top of you. He immediately starts to rub against your pussy, already coated in your slick.
“Kento,” You whine, because you can feel Nanami’s hesitation when his cock lingers at your entrance. It’s the final approval he needs to know that you actually want this. Wordlessly, he thrusts in, his thick cock barely fitting in your damp tightness. Your fingers scratch at his back, almost drawing blood, as you let out an involuntary whimper. Past his breaking point, he pulls out and quickly thrusts back in. You can feel that he’s been waiting for this, even if he didn’t realize it himself, by how shallow his thrusts are. He places tender pecks on your face and neck as if he isn’t fucking you like he hates you at the moment. You can tell he’s close by the way his hips start to stutter, breaking their steady pace. His hand comes up to caress the back of your neck as he groans into your supple skin. You clench your walls around him, and it’s his last straw; His hot cum fills you up and his lips remain pressed against your delicate skin. Nanami briefly remains, letting his cock soften inside you, before he pulls out. Frustrated, you flip positions so that you’re perched on top of him.
“Let me give you a massage, Kento,” You feign kindness with a large beam across your face. He gives you a clueless smile, and attempts to get up to lay with his back up. Straddling him, you hold a hand against his bare chest, signaling for him to stop. Perplexed, he looks up at you with confusion in his eyes. You wrap a fist around his heavy cock, which is right under you, and squeeze lightly.
“Fuck, baby,” Nanami exclaims, the surprise evident in his voice as his whole body jerks. You don’t answer and instead remove your hand from it to push your still-wet pussy against his cock, rolling your hips onto it. His head falls back as he groans out, his cock growing hard again pressed up onto you. You continue grinding on his cock, chasing your own pleasure. Soon, you reach it, your release making you shudder all over. His hips continue to buck up, his cock seeking more friction. With a satisfied look on your face, you climb off of him and lay at his side.
“Baby, please,” He pants out, his cock still hard against his leg. A thin sheen of sweat coats both your bodies, the smell of sex hanging in the air.
You prop yourself up on your elbows to make eye contact with him. “Please what? Use your words, darling.” You mock, a smug, proud grin on your face.
cw: fem!reader, unprotected p in v, creampie, tummy bulge, headlocks, manhandling, biting, filming the act, public sex (in a forest), size difference / size kinks, minimal violence, swearing, pet names, porn with plot, breeding kink, grinding, prone bone, dumbification, oral (f!receiving), fondling, praise, mock sympathy, rough sex, multiple orgasms / overstimulation, hair pulling. mdni.
summary: it’s breeding season for the animals in the forest you’re assigned to go to, and bear hybrid!toji kindly gives you a bear hug while he fucks you in a prone bone position.
wc: 3.6k words
“Wild,” the nature magazine you’re currently employed at, had told you that they were in need of high quality photos of bear hybrids for their new issue of endangered species. As everyone at the company knows, your specialty due to your small frame is lying in wait and not making a noise while taking pictures of these creatures who flee or attack at the first hint of another living being in their vicinity. You were sent to Shiretoko National Park to stay for a week and told that you could find the hybrids residing in packs there, but not before being briefed on how crucial it was that you don’t aggravate any of them and minimize contact. It’s breeding season for them, which means that more are likely to be roaming about. Although these hybrids are not savage enough to consume humans who step onto their grounds, they will still slaughter anyone who threatens their kind or tries to disrupt their ways of life. Taking this into mind, you packed accordingly, bringing many different forms of protection and thick clothing even though it’s late spring and you knew you would sweat profusely. Better slightly irritated by the heat than brutally killed, right?
You were allowed to bring the expensive company camera, which probably costed almost as much as your monthly salary paid. They had entrusted you with it since you had a history of bringing company equipment back spotless, with not even a sign of a scratch. All this hard work and yet your greedy manager still hasn’t promoted you in almost three years. Asshole. You make a mental note to talk to HR about it when you get back as the vehicle pulls up to the edge of the forest line. The taxi was company-owned because no other driver for public services would dare to go this close to the trees, for fear that the sound from their engine would attract predators. You say a quick thanks to the driver before grabbing your heavy backpack and stepping out of the car to be met with the familiar scent of conifer trees and dirt. You shade your eyes from the warm sun and scrutinize the trees, deciding that you would need to find a spot with a lot of coverage so as to not be seen easily. You start your journey, stopping along the way whenever you can to pick up fruits you identified as non-poisonous. Although you had packed tons of non-perishable foods, who doesn’t prefer fresh to dehydrated?
When you finally arrive at an area that seems suitable, the sun is already setting. That meant you would probably have less than two hours to assemble as much as you could. On the bright side, there would be less heat as you had to do the heavy work. By the time you finish setting up, your stomach is growling loudly and begging for replenishments. You eat a quick snack while sending a quick ping to headquarters letting them know that you’re safe and everything is secured. You’re already asleep from the day's labor before your head even hits the pillow.
By eight in the morning on your first day, you’re already up, done eating, and ready to go look for somewhere to station and watch for the day. Filled with fear, you pack every defense you can fit into your small bag, even a small gun, just to ease your mind a bit. However, all that packing would go to waste as you sit all day in boredom, even connecting an earbud to your phone to listen to music. You go to bed early, planning to wake up earlier the next day so that you can maybe get a better spot and stay longer.
It’s six in the morning of your second day. You’re already in a different spot than the previous day and wide awake, looking for any hint of living activity. All you receive in return are sightings of cool birds, which make for aesthetically pleasing pictures, but they don’t pay your rent. You go to bed on your third night, still determined. You have done this many times before. It’s natural to have to wait some time before seeing your target. Anyone who could find theirs on the first day is either exceptional at finding spots or just plain lucky. You tell yourself this over and over, reassuring yourself, as you drift off to the melodies of forest songbirds.
The third and fourth day go by similarly, without incident. You feel the frustration building up but remain calm, checking your phone multiple times to make sure you’re in the right location that the company had sent to you. You are, but you still haven’t seen any traces of bear hybrids for some reason. You sleep restlessly on the fifth night. You know that if you don’t get the job done right, you won’t be able to afford rent this month.
You get out of bed on the fifth day exhausted from your practically sleepless night. You go to chug an energy drink, only to find that there are none left as you had anticipated finishing relatively quickly. You let out a groan of frustration but pack your bag for the day anyway. Seeing as how you haven’t spotted any predators around, you don’t bother bringing any protection save for your gun, which you aren’t even sure is loaded. You hike a while and sit down to look for hybrids, but the sun feels so warm, the grass so soft, and the breeze so cooling that you can’t help but drift off.
You wake up around two hours later to find that your pack has been taken off you and ransacked, the contents spilled across the ground next to you. Panic sets in and you look around for who or what could have been the cause for this as you shove everything back in. You can’t see anything among the trees—until you spot a pair of green eyes staring at you from the darkness. They’re only about twenty feet from where you’re still sitting on the forest floor. You can’t decipher what the owner of the eyes is thinking, but it seems to be morbid curiosity. Nevertheless, it doesn't matter whatever the hell it is and what it wants with you. Even as you’re frozen with fear, you know you need to move, to run. You grab your pack and let adrenaline take over, sprinting as fast as your legs can take you. You don’t even have time to consider what direction your camp is in, as you realize you just need to not get killed. You ignore a male's voice shouting for you to wait just a second. All your effort is in vain, you realize, as you can hear how fast he's coming up behind you. The last thing you see before the thing grabs your arm and wrestles you to the floor is the blur of the beautiful flowers and the bright grass.
A blood-curdling scream erupts in the air and it takes a second to comprehend that it had come out of your own mouth. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you brace for your premature death. But it doesn’t come, or at least you don’t feel anything other than the tight grip on your wrist and the sudden weight resting on your legs. Cautiously, you open your eyes to find none other than a bear hybrid! A smoking-hot one at that, although you wouldn’t admit it to anyone else. His hand rests on the back of your head, protecting it from the hard forest rocks. His short black hair falls around his chiseled face, but he isn’t even focused on you. He’s looking off into the distance at the mountains, where the forest goes even deeper. You take the opportunity, with your free hand, to get a good hold on a blunt rock and smash it to the best of your athletic ability—which is unfortunately close to nothing—against the side of his head.
“Fuck!” His deep voice lets out in surprise as he loosens his weight and grasp on you to check the small wound. You scramble out from under him and dash in the opposite direction of where he had been looking. Coming to the conclusion that you wouldn’t be able to outrun him, you tuck yourself among some bushes and large rocks. You peek out to see that he’s already recovered and prowling around, obviously looking for you.
“C’mon pretty girl,” He coos, a hint of impatience in his voice. “I’m not going to kill you. If I was trying to do that, don’t you think I woulda done it earlier, when you were asleep?”
He unfortunately makes a valid point. Reluctantly, you slowly step out of your hiding place. His gaze immediately snaps over to you, which makes you feel quite a bit threatened.
“So what do you want from me?” You attempt to sound brave, but even you can hear the shakiness in your own voice.
“I just need rations.”
“Why didn’t you just steal it from my camp directly? I don’t have any on me, which you already know since you rummaged through my damn bag.”
“Right. That was my bad. I really meant to talk to you, but you fell asleep pretty quick.”
“Answer my question.”
He hesitates then. “I was tryin’ to take the civil route.”
“Okay. Because you pinning me to the ground was definitely civil,” You scoff.
“Again, my bad. How ‘bout we make a trade? You need pictures of my kind, and I need to eat. You won’t need that food anyway if I give you the photos and you leave soon enough.”
It is a pretty good deal. It’s not like you paid for that food with your own money, and you don’t like the food much either. As you mull over the decision, you don’t notice him inching closer to you until you look back at him again. His shockingly calm green eyes are searching your face, trying to see if you're going to agree or not. As you wonder if he plans to eat you if you don't yield to him, your hand instinctively goes to your gun in your bag. His eyes narrow with hostility, but he puts his hands up anyway as he seems to remember what you have in there.
“What the hell? What more do you want?”
You point the gun directly at his broad chest. “Before we go to my camp, you’re going to answer a few of my questions. What’s your name?”
“Toji Zenin. Just call me Toji.”
“Toji. Why do you not have a group with you if you have a pack name? Are they on their way right now?”
He barks out a laugh. “Fuck no. I left ‘em a while ago. They’re pieces of shit.”
You think this over as he stares patiently at you. Finally, you lower your gun and place it back into your pack. Toji's face seems to relax a bit, but his body remains tense.
“Already fuckin’ told you I wasn't gonna kill you,” He mutters, mostly to himself.
“Bring us back to where I was sitting when you found me.”
He complies and starts to walk through the brush as you follow closely behind. The sun is still high in the sky, so you figure it’s around noon, which leaves plenty of natural light for you to take good pictures of him. Eventually you start to recognize where you are, at which point you take over the navigation and are met with no complaints, thankfully. By the time you reach your campsite, it’s still early afternoon and you can hear his stomach practically bellowing. Surprisingly, you’re not hungry at all, probably due to the excitement of having found your subject. You quickly prepare the food and hand it over to Toji, who throws a quiet thanks your way before scarfing it down. You can barely blink a few times before he’s already finished the food and staring at you with a look that says he wants more. You sigh, unwrap a bigger portion, and hand it to him. He takes more time with this one, now that his hunger has been sated a little. It gives you an opportunity to actually take a second and examine his appearance. He has a slight disfigurement on the right side of his lip, but it doesn’t look like a fresh scar. His clothes aren’t ragged or torn, but they aren’t super flashy or anything. Just a plain black sweater and baggy sweatpants.
“Hey. Doesn’t it get humid wearing that all day?” You ask, interrupting his meal.
Toji barely glances up as he responds, “I have a shirt under this, y’know.” He proceeds to prove his statement by setting aside the food and taking off his sweater—which you can’t help but notice pulls his shirt up a bit and reveals his sculpted abs—to show that he has on a black compression shirt. Your brain practically short-wires as your eyes run along his massive arms and large pecs. The memory of your abrupt glimpse at what lays under his shirt only bolsters the sudden unusual feeling between your legs. To your relief, he doesn't seem to notice as he finishes up his feast. He seems to suddenly remember who had given him said feast in the first place as he looks back at you with hooded, bored eyes.
“So, we getting this over with or what?” Toji asks bluntly, still picking the remaining food out of his sharp teeth. It seems he was only willing to play nice until he got what he wanted. It doesn’t matter, you tell yourself. It’s totally not like he’s the first man to get you wet in a long time, even with all your boyfriends. Totally. You ignore the dampness in your tight pants and nod soundlessly at him, directing him over to stand in front of some scenery.
You try to point the camera up at him posing exactly how you told him to, but your hands are shaking. You overlook it, or at least make an attempt to, but in every picture you snap, the lens is slightly blurred from the camera movement. This goes on for some time, and eventually Toji notices your nervousness.
“What the hell’s goin’ on with you?” His gruff voice demands. You don’t answer, too focused on squeezing your thighs together and struggling to put the feeling to an end. Toji seems to understand what’s happening, because he’s extremely silent all of a sudden. When you look back up at him, he has on a lazy scarred grin as he crosses over to you and scans you up and down, recognizing the effect he’s having on you. You shoot a glare his way, but he isn’t even looking at your face, already too busy undressing you with his mind. Your eyes wander down to his crotch, which is bulging against his pants, and you wonder if this is how big he already is before even getting hard. Your thoughts don’t go on for long, as he soon hooks his fingers under his waistband, pushes his sweats down, and steps out of them. His heavy cock is growing harder with each second, which only makes you want to strip your own clothes off even more. His watchful cold eyes are fixed on you, anticipating your next move. You give in and practically tear off your awkward and unwieldy work clothing.
Toji smirks in approval as he steps even closer, his eyes tracing your shape. His stretched length swings between his muscular thighs as he walks. His hand comes to rest on your ass as he presses his lips to yours in a heated kiss. He guides you both over to a softer part of the ground in the field before he pulls away from your glossy lips, letting you gasp for air. He takes the chance to manhandle you to the ground and push your front against the dirt, fondling your tits as he does so. You feel him moving around behind you, his cock gliding against your backside. Soft pleads cascade out of you as you mumble something about needing him inside you. He chuckles, the sound rumbling through your body, but doesn’t reply in words. His arms reach over your head and you look up to see him setting up your camera on a tripod right in front of your tangled bodies on its video setting. Speechless, you watch as he starts the recording. His large bicep is swiftly wrapped around your neck, putting you in a headlock. You don’t even bother with trying to get the recorder off, as your head is immediately fuzzy with bliss.
“This okay, doll?” He murmurs into your ear. In response, you arch your ass up onto him and try grinding your wet pussy onto his cock to coax him into putting it in. It apparently works because he proceeds to use his arm that isn't wrapped your neck to edge his cock through your folds, especially lingering against your clit.
“Please— Toji, I’ll do anything,” You continue pleading, even more desperate now. He finally obeys, thrusting his hefty cock so deep that your eyes roll back and your toes curl. Broken moans escape your parted lips as he peppers rough kisses along your shoulder and neck, his stubble scratching lightly against your skin. His thrusts are hasty, hitting deep each time with ease. You can feel your tits bounce from the sheer pace he’s going at. He uses his free hand to grab and squeeze at one, making you squeal in a pleasure-filled jolt. His palm trails down to your lower stomach shortly before he stops while fully inside, leaving you to sob frantically and urge him to continue. His calloused fingers trace the faint ridge in your skin and he groans in appreciation.
“Fuck— Can feel myself right here.” His voice is hoarse as he says it, as if he can hardly contain himself from fucking your brains out. You don’t respond, trying to get him to resume by bucking your hips up to press against his balls. At this, he takes over and starts thrusting again. Still, these aren’t as fast as they previously were. You can feel him taking his time, dragging his massive cock along your clenching walls. It feels more intimate than before, not that you could care as long as you were getting fucked. Upon feeling his cock twitch through your skin again, he took to harshly biting your shoulder and leaving faint marks of his teeth. You moan loudly, having had never felt the sensation before. Feeling yourself approaching your release, you resort to whimpering his name faintly and repeatedly, believing he couldn’t hear it. Yet he does, and he pulls his mouth away from your shoulder.
“Gonna cum for me, gorgeous?” He taunts in a low rasp.
“Mmm— yes, Toji— Fuck, right there!” You ignore his feigned sympathy and clamp around the enlarged base of his cock, your slick dripping onto his balls. Instead of fucking you through it, he just buries his cock deep inside and watches you flutter around him after your own orgasm. The knowledge that he made you cum is what pushes him over the edge as he shoots his own cum into you with a guttural growl. As soon as he’s done and panting, he wordlessly pulls out and lays you on your back. He kisses your lips, biting them, before lowering his head between your legs. His gaze is fixed on your tight pussy, where the mix of both your fluids are leaking out. You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching his mouth meet your still pulsing hole. The sensitivity from your shortly preceding orgasm and his thick load makes your thighs clench around his skull. His beefy arms pry your legs open as he continues to lap at the sweet mixture of cum and sweat. The sensation starts to build up and you feel yourself close to release again.
“Toji— I’m gonna cum again—” You stutter out, barely. He briefly pulls away to plaster a cocky sneer onto his face, but you grip his hair and force his face back down with a frustrated whine. Your second time rips through your entire body and makes you tremble immensely. When you finally retrieve your sanity and return to reality, he’s sitting there, head still resting between your legs, with a smug beam spread across his face again, along with your slick all over his face and even the front of his shirt. You roll your eyes down at him and get up to walk over to your camera. The problem is, when you try to stand up, your legs basically turn to jello. Rushing to catch you, a soft snicker sounds from him. You scowl at him in annoyance, but you admit to yourself that being carried in his huge arms isn’t so bad. Toji walks with you in his grip over to the camera and sets you down next to it.
“You’re lucky we didn't break this shit,” You scold. He hums listlessly in response, sitting down next to you, and you return with an exasperated sigh. You’d just have to pray that nobody would get a hold of the company camcorder before you could transfer the files over to your personal computer.
professor!geto x university student!reader x professor!gojo
cw: fem!reader, face slapping / impact kink, overstimulation, double penetration, age gaps, student/teacher relationship, oral (m. receiving), unprotected piv, creampie, power dynamics, praising, porn with barely any plot. mdni.
wc: 1.8k words.
a/n: first time writing a fanfic & it's smut.. also please ignore mistakes in anatomy i'm not an actual med student it was all guesses from researching 🥲
At Jujutsu University, professors Gojo and Geto are known for being complete opposites. To start, Gojo resides in the physics department, and Geto teaches anatomy. While Gojo is considered to be more laid-back, giving out free periods whenever he doesn’t feel like teaching, Geto rarely cancels lessons and always makes sure to have homework assigned by the end of class. Geto is more strict with deadlines, but Gojo will accept any late work as long as it’s turned in before the end of the school year. There is only one universally agreed upon aspect of the both of them, and that is the fact that they are the school’s heartthrobs. Fellow teachers, students, and even a few parents have been lured in by Gojo’s relaxed humor and Geto’s effortless charm. All of this isn’t to say that one is better than the other, or that they might spite each other, because it’s exactly the opposite; almost everyone knows that they are extremely close with each other, having also attended Jujutsu University together in their younger days. Almost everyone, that is, except for you…
You’re taking Gojo’s physics class, and barely scraping by with an A thanks to the fact that he’s kind enough to tutor you outside of school. You wish you could say the same for anatomy class, but unfortunately your grade is currently at a C-, and it’s almost the end of the school year. It doesn’t help that you always feel Geto’s eyes on you during class; sometimes it feels like he’s watching your failures and basking in them.
But now, you have no choice except to seek him out so that you can at least try to save your grade, which has continued to fall. It’s a sunny summer day after school when you finally build up the courage to ask for his help. You’re wearing a ruffled denim skirt with a button-up short-sleeve shirt, and yet it’s still so warm outside that you have to tie your hair into a loose braid. You open the door to Geto’s second-floor classroom and get hit by a blast of cold air to your relief. The clear blue sky stares back at you from outside the window. Stepping in, you’re met with the sight of him, sitting at his desk, in the process of tying his hair up. He doesn’t notice you until you clear your throat and attempt your nicest smile. Geto drops his hands and his jet black hair pools over his long-sleeve shirt that has been rolled up to his elbows as his eyes glance up to meet yours. You cross the room and set your bag down on one of the tables near the front before walking up to his to desk.
“Hey. What can I do for you?” A small, polite smile crosses his face, contrasting with his sharp features.
“Mr. Geto, is there any way I can boost up my grade before the end of the year? I’ll do anything, I can’t have a C on my transcript,” Your eyes lock with his intense yet captivating gaze, which is a mesmerizing shade of violet. His eyes flicker with a hint of amusement and something else you can’t quite discern.
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And now you find yourself on all fours on the floor in front of his desk chair, your dignity completely stripped from you. Your button up has been loosened, and your skirt is bunched around your waist. Geto watches you from above, but your eyes are fixed on his hands, which are busy unzipping his pants. There’s a noticeable tent straining against the fabric and you unconsciously hold your breath in anticipation. You can feel heat flowing through your body and seeping through your underwear. He pulls down his boxers, freeing his erection, and it twitches in the sudden cold air. A vein runs along the underside, and it’s all you can do to cease your staring. You press your lips to his enormous cock, getting ready to take him in your open mouth. Geto’s hum of disapproval reverberates through your joined bodies and you glance up at him.
“Normally, I’d set up a model for you, but I think you should have the opportunity to access a live diagram. So, I’d like you to name all the parts of my appendage,” He grins slyly.
You stare back at him, appalled. Sure, you had expected to get sexual, but now you were being quizzed half-naked. You search for words to say, but your mind is a blank.
“Hey. Did you hear me?” His voice sounds gruff.
“Um.. What should I even start with? What if I don’t know any?” You can hear the confusion in your own voice.
“Anything. Just try and guess. Don’t you want your grade to be raised?” Still, you can’t respond, your mind clouding with bewilderment. Geto sighs and grabs his tip, expectance in his eyes.
“Glans..?” You look up hopefully at him.
A satisfied smile plays across his face and you feel relief flow through you. “That’s right. Good job.” His hand slides to the widest part of his head.
“That’s the corona.. right?” He doesn’t answer, but he still seems to be satisfied, so you take it as an affirmation.
His fist drifts to his shaft, and he raises an eyebrow. “What two tissues are around this part?”
Your mind goes empty. “Um.. I only remember that one of the two is the corpora cavernosa—”
An echoing smack sounds out in the room and you feel a sharp pain in your cheek. You’re reeling from the sudden vertigo and can only glare up at him in shock.
“What was that for?” You grumble, cradling your red cheek.
His other hand gripping your hair tightens. “You only got half of it right. The other tissue is the corpus spongiosum.”
This goes on until you finish recalling all the components, a slap occasionally being inflicted upon you for each wrong answer. By the end of it, your face stings and your eyes are brimming with tears.
“Good girl,” He murmurs as he cups your cheek. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes and letting his cool fingers soothe the burning ache. Through the sound of his voice and the comfort of his touch, you don’t hear the door softly opening and shutting, nor the soft footsteps approaching. You also don’t notice Geto’s eyes drifting up from your face to somewhere behind you.
Suddenly, a calloused hand comes to rest on the back of your shirt. Your eyes snap open and your head swivels back, only to meet the sight of bright blue eyes and tufts of white hair. A cocky grin is plastered across Gojo’s handsome face.
“My best friend and my favorite student. Who would’ve thought?”
“Mr. Gojo— it’s not how it looks..” You frantically try to look for an explanation.
Geto’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “It’s exactly how it looks, Satoru.”
Gojo’s grin widens. “In that case, Suguru, mind if I join?”
Satoru? Suguru? You hesitate. “..If it’s okay with Mr. Geto.”
You see Geto nod briefly in his direction and crane your head to see Gojo hurriedly unbuckling his belt and pulling down his briefs. His half-hard cock is instantly released and, in one swift motion, he pulls your panties down to your knees. Gojo suddenly presses up against your pussy, groaning against the wetness. You moan out from the friction and your head whips back forward. He starts to drag along your folds, which only earns more sounds of pleasure out of you.
“Hey, don’t get distracted now.” You’re startled by Geto’s strained voice as he regains his grasp on your hair. Looking up to meet his eyes, you’re surprised at the fact that you find lust swimming among the purple shades. You nod silently, too stunned and confused to speak. He urges your head down to his own—still hard—cock and presses it against your lips. You open your mouth, immediately taking his length down your throat. He lets out a loud grunt, his hips involuntarily slightly thrusting deeper. This ordeal apparently brings Gojo some degree of gratification, because he takes it as his sign to stop rubbing against you and slam fully into your dripping hole. You whimper the best you can with Geto still in your mouth and in your way, which only furthers his pleasure as he feels your throat vibrating around him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Gojo mumbles, seemingly to himself, as his hand runs along your lower back and holds your skirt up further so that it doesn’t get into his view. His thrusts are quick, the obscene sound of skin on skin filling the room, along with his groaning. On the other hand, Geto is contained, barely, as he makes sure his tip reaches deep with each thrust. As he nears his climax, he speeds up, unable to control himself anymore. His moans fill the air along with the noises already coming from Gojo.
Everything feels so mind-numbingly good that you can hardly process what is happening before your orgasm ripples violently through your body. Your vision goes white and all you can attempt to do is keep yourself upright while both men continue to fuck you through your daze. Gojo swears under his breath as he feels you tighten around him, realizing he, too, is on the verge of his own release.
“Cumming,” is all Geto manages to get out. You barely understand the gravity of his words before you feel the hot liquid stream into your mouth. He sits there panting, a fistful of your hair still under his dominance. He slowly pulls himself out, the strings of his cum sticking to your lips. Although he’s soft, he still seems to revel in the sight of you swallowing the aftermath.
“Feels good, hmm?” He asks softly, his thumb resting on your bottom lip. A pitiful whine is all you can manage in your fucked-out state.
Gojo suddenly lets out a heavy moan as he thrusts his hips fully into your hole, forcing himself balls-deep before shooting blazing white ropes across your insides. You sob out again from the pleasurable sense of being so filled up. Gojo quickly pulls out and tucks himself back into his clothes, obviously trying to hide the blush on his face.
“Well, I’ve got to get going,” is along the lines of what he mutters as he practically dashes out Geto’s classroom door. You’d have to deal with that sooner or later, so you decide to stay quiet and save it for another time. You look back up at Geto expectantly, ready to argue for what you had initially came for. He’s already looking at you, and you can see the gears shifting in his head as he decides what grade to give you.
“The best I can do for you as a final grade is a B+.”
