A/n: I have no notes. This is disgusting and nasty and I have zero shame.
Ok ok, got a crazy idea. Imagine Higuruma being the cleaner of a gloryhole joint.
Like his whole job is to clean the pussies after they've been used. There's a protocol in place, flush with warm water, use a pussy-safe probiotic cleanser solution, then purge the hole wearing gloves to ensure it's nice and clean for the next cock.
He never deviates from the cleaning protocol but sometimes, because he just loves pussy and being a little humiliated, he cleans the pussy with his tongue first, enjoying the taste of another man's cum from the delicious cunts available in the establishment.
The ladies don't mind and giggle, saying degrading things to him through the wall because they know how much it gets him off, taunting that he'd be a perfect cuck, that he loves to lick cum like a slut. He loves the humiliation and the salty taste of combined fluids before he gets his latex gloves on to finish the rest of the cleaning process.
At the end of the night, he uses his employee benefits which allows him one free fuck per day and chooses a cunt for himself, burying himself balls deep into it as he remembers the different flavors of cum he'd licked from it on that day.
Then he licks it clean of his own cum, giving a playful smack on the ass before bidding goodnight to all the gloryhole workers.
Yayyy thirsty weekends are back! Prompt 10 with Higuruma? ^.^ —🐈⬛️
"Face down, ass up"
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You liked being used. Sometimes, there was nothing better than being reduced to a hole, a receptacle for cock, no higher purpose than just getting fucked and filled.
This gloryhole like nature that filled your mind excited Hiromi and when you were in the mood for it, he delivered spectacularly.
"I don't want to see your face. Face down, ass up," he says commandingly. You're wet with anticipation as you follow his instructions, keeping your face low into the pillow as your round cheeks raise up, presenting your dribbling hole to his eyes.
He spanks you a few times, your shrieks muffled by the pillow. "Spread them wider, how am I supposed to fuck you like this huh?" He roughly spreads your legs apart even wider, then without warning, plunges his cock into your wet depths.
He's rough, bottoming out each time, balls hitting your lips as he does so. "You're nothing but a hole to be used. You enjoy that huh? Being a nasty little slut, just carrying my cum in you?"
His words only heighten your pleasure and as he starts angling his hips to hit your gpot, you see stars behind your closed lids, crying out in pleasure until you cum around his cock, spasming around the hard length.
Hiromi continues his thrusting, grunting in satisfaction as his orgasm hits, filling his hot seed into your needy cunt. He continues to fuck it into you, shoving the fluids deeper inside, your whines music to his ears.
"Oh we're just getting started. I want you so full that you'll be dripping cum for days."
being naoya's wife comes with a rigid set of rules you can never escape from: always three steps behind him, never look him in the eye when he's talking to you, and the worst one of all—your pleasure kept under his lock and key
warnings: DARK CONTENT, misogyny, chastity belt, forced chastity, naoya is a sexy walking red flag, tease and denial, dubcon, [o]rgasm control, 🐱 inspection, the zen'in's archaic marriage views, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, ruined [o]rgasms, breeding, naoya deserves a punch tbh
"Is it too tight, wife?"
His odious voice purred in your ear, drawing shivers of distaste rippling down your spine.
Slim fingers tugged on the belt around your hips teasingly, driving the metal ridge to grind on your aching clit. A hitched exhale escaped past your clenched teeth, and behind you, his predatory grin grew wider.
"Or, shall I tighten it even more?"
You refused to answer him, keeping your eyes steadfastly hedged onto a spot beyond his shoulder.
"Wife?" Naoya taunted, his broad chest puffing with latent power and disapproval for your little protest. "I am speaking to you."
Your abject misfortune was to be blamed when your life was exchanged for your hand in marriage to Naoya Zen'in.
As one of the oldest clans in the jujutsu world, your family had grown power hungry; drunk on the idea of land, wealth and luck when they sold off their only daughter to Naobito's heir.
Those archaic bastards' code of conduct was simple: women were meant to be seen and not heard. Bred and not respected. Controlled and watched.
Your father had even suggested to blacken your teeth, but fortunately for you (the only sliver of fortune you could think about), the young master Zen'in was not a fan of such a dated practice.
Instead, his choice of control was far more insidious than your most perverted thoughts could conjure.
Jinichi's wife—Imora—was the first one who had introduced you to the thin, metallic belt every Zen'in men gave their wives.
She wore hers with pride and a tinge of red in the apples of her cheeks.
It helps keep me focus on master Jinichi, she mused, smoothing down her kimono skirt. Anything that keeps my thoughts from pleasing him is not something I would want to entertain.
Horror inscribed your features, but with your previous world gone up in flames, this was your reality now—there was nothing you could do to fight back against this unwilling chapter in your life.
This was the burden you had to carry to make sure your family name was well-preserved. Even at the expense of your dignity and sanity.
"Wife—"
Growing ill with his grating voice, you nodded. "It fits perfectly, husband."
The poisonous note in your voice didn't serve to dissuade him. In fact, it got him harder—looking for more ways to tease and rile you up.
"You know, my brother told me ever since he belted his wife, she's been all over him like a bitch in heat," he drawled, skittering his fingers over your bare waist. You flexed your fingers, fighting to keep them from closing into fists. Patiently waiting for this torture to be over.
The heat of his broad chest nearly turned you dizzy, the expanse of skin pressing to the softness of your own bare back. It was still early in the morning and Naoya had not yet changed into his standard dark blue kimono and white shirt—just in his hakama pants and arrogant disposition.
"I wonder," his lips were now at the juncture of your neck, puffs of hot breath drawing gooseflesh down your spine. "How this pretty little caged birdie will react if I did this?"
Before you could ask him what he was planning to do, you heard the belt unlock.
The coolness of the room air was second to your syrupy gasp—frightening you with how freeing and open you felt now that there wasn't a ridge of metal in between your legs.
Clanging to the floor, Naoya barely paid attention to the noise the chastity belt made—eager to part your folds and drink in the sight of your swollen clit.
"How long has it been, wife?"
The warm press of his palm cradled your womb. "Since you last came," he added, after sensing your stunned silence.
"Two weeks ago" you mumbled, hiding your face behind your hair. Doing everything you could to not be noticed by him. "Before we got married," you added as an afterthought.
"Hmm."
His chest vibrated with the force of his stuffy hum, and you flinched when he grazed two fingers across your mound.
Taking what was his without any regard for your comfort, Naoya spread your folds apart, using the tip of his ring finger to gently prod and tap on your clit.
The ache that simple touch set off in your body was unnerving—more so compared to the whimper you expelled when he started to circle and rub the swollen nub.
Pleasure, searing hot and bursting at the seams, exploded across your body like a lightning strike. Every inch of your skin felt like you were on fire; how sensitive and receptive you were to his touches nearly drove you to your knees to dissolve in reckless sobs.
You unwittingly clamped one hand around his wrist, not to push him away or encourage him, but to anchor around the dizzying curlicues he set off in your cotton-headed thoughts.
"Fuck," Naoya's curse brushed the hypersensitive skin of your shoulder with blatant arousal. "You're dripping for me."
Casting one look to in between your trembling thighs, you nearly cried out at the sight of your traitorous pussy leaving strings of slick and rings of cream around his long fingers.
Fuck, fuck. Cursing your body's blatant betrayal, you tried to gain control of the situation again, forcing your scattered thoughts to focus on loathing the man behind you.
But, it was all wasted effort.
One could never bite the hand that fed them, and you weren't able to hate Naoya, not when he was bringing you blistering pleasure just from his fingers alone.
Your saccharine cry of pleasure bounced across the room, no doubt filtering past the thin shoji doors where the poor servants could overhear.
Naoya was quick to clamp his free hand around your mouth; other hand busy taking his time to build up your climax with those infuriating digits.
He patted the thin hair coating your pubes, pulled your hood back lightly to tap tap tap his index on your engorged clit. All the while he sucked sloppy kisses on your neck, lost in the scent of vanilla drifting from your skin and hair.
Your eyes were rolling into the back of your skull, the whites glimmering in the weak morning rays. Naoya felt a bloom of heat crest past his masculine urge to decimate your self-control, fully rearing up to claim you.
But, he was pushing it too soon.
He had to make sure to be the one in control; the one steering this marriage.
With a heavy heart and even heavier balls, he popped his fingers out of your heat, wiping the slick off on your thigh.
You had slumped back against his chest, and a tiny spark of satisfaction ignited right in his core from your little lapse of stoicism. It seemed you needed him as much as he did, in this instance.
Through the fog of your mind, you felt the metal biting into your skin; heard the tiny click as Naoya locked you back again.
There was nothing that could prepare you for how much you ached after that; every part of you was throbbing—the spot in between your legs, your thrumming pulse. You were nothing more than sensation, wrecked apart by your husband's simple touch.
Devastated eyes charted the path of your chastity belt's key disappearing into his pocket, and Naoya grunted.
"I'll see you tomorrow at the same time for the same inspection, wife."
Your heart sank. How long could you take this torture?
Glancing down at the thin strip of metal allowing just the tip of your clit to peek through, you had to fight back a sob.
It seems like there was no answer to your startling predicament.
Naoya had not expected you to corner him right after dinner.
Your heated cheeks and twisting fingers spoke volumes of your anxiety, and he let you stew in those thoughts, completely charmed by how you were struggling to string together a coherent sentence.
"Imora..." you trailed off, unable to look him in the eye. "Imora-chan told me that she suspects she's pregnant. Master Jinichi—your brother—did the same thing y-you're doing. To me. And I... I want to be like her."
Naoya's heart twisted right in his chest. His disbelief was tamed down by a cruel sneer, attempting to free past his spiked excitement.
"I do not understand what you mean, wife."
The area you both were in was fairly filled with people, and he sensed every ear of the estate on his conversation with his lovely wife.
After all, the servants needed to report back to the clan elders on his progress in giving them an heir, and what better way to get the news than from the horse's mouth instead?
You casted a furtive glance around, and gestured for him to follow you.
Rule #1: Always stay three steps behind your husband.
You casually broke it in exchange for piquing his curiosity.
Naoya decided it was best to follow you, and trailed right behind, his sourness at being swept by no match for the smug excitement churning in his gut.
You led him straight to the sake cellars, right underneath the heart of the estate. The well-ventilated room was often checked by the maids, but now with a huge dinner winding down, the servants were all above ground pandering to his family's every need.
He was effectively alone right here with you.
In answer to his earlier inquiry, you stepped forward, undoing the loop of your obi. Naoya observed, expression barely rippling, when you disrobed right in front of him.
His eyes were immediately drawn to how swollen your clit looked trapped in between the metal teeth of the belt. It was accompanied by your pained expression, that one single longing look you shot him going straight to his cock.
"I want to..." you uttered in a hoarse voice, shame brimming in your lower lash line.
Naoya hated how much he enjoyed this—the blip of your demeanour as a cold, calculating Princess giving way to the whore right underneath.
Going exactly as the Zen'in rule had planned.
"Please take off this belt and... and fuck me until I'm pregnant, Naoya-sama."
In a flash, you were pressed right to the cold, brick wall. His jammed the key into the lock, twisting it, and the belt fell right onto the dusty ground, stirring up dust on both your getas.
Naoya's cock was a welcome respite in your neglected heat, your walls fitting around him like a glove; mushroom tip driving straight into your golden spot.
He fucked you like you were a cheap concubine and not his wife—snapping his hips up into your slick pussy with dense force; slipping a hand in between both your bodies to spank and rub your pussy.
The tightening in his abdomen was second to the clenching of your sweet cunt right on his cock; choking him out.
Naoya's lips crashed right onto yours, tongue pinning yours down. Swallowing up every sweet cry you were giving him and branding them with his own course moans of dizzying pleasure.
He didn't stop to check on you, white hot ribbons filling you up and spilling down onto the ground—some of it spattering onto your belt.
Your cry of dismay, of a disappointed Naoya-sama! melted into disbelief when he placed you back onto the ground.
Silly girl, he mused, a smile etched on his lips. He slipped the belt back on while you were recovering from the force of your ruined orgasm, large palm sweeping down your trembling belly and hips with more warmth than he wished to give you.
"Ssh," he consoled you, leaving small pecks on your thighs while he clicked the lock back in place, controlling your pleasure in his grasp once more.
Tears marred your cheeks, and you couldn't help a bitter, shuddering sob.
Naoya felt the slightest stirring of pity for you—his kisses soft yet unapologetic on the nape of your neck.
"You should've known." Was it you, or was his voice tainted with regret? "You should've known what my family does, sweetheart. Why we have so many heirs. It's part of your expectation to fulfil."
You surprised him by having enough of your wits to be able to ask a single question: "Does this mean I am to never experience pleasure from my own husband again?"
Naoya looked you up and down; taking in your flushed cheeks, tight nipples and twitching hips.
"Not exactly," he was honest with you for the first time in this marriage. "When you become pregnant with my child, then I will reward you. But, for now—"
He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you right into his arms to tilt your sweet and honest face up to meet his own cunning smirk.
"For now, you have no choice, darling."
punches him with my lips i hate this sexy misogynistic bastard
╰┈➤ rundown; you might be ignorant about anything concerning naoya zenin but somehow he knows everything about you.
╰┈➤ caution; mean! naoya, DUBIOUS CONSENT, virginity loss (mentions of blood), dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, no prep, choking, use of the words slut, whore, bitch (degradation), MISOGYNISTIC ideologies mentioned, manhandling, 1 thigh smack, cum eating, cunnilingus, fellatio (head pushing & rough), belly bulge, throat bulge, size kink, mentions of fingering, hair is referred to as 'cascading' on one occasion. sex on a futon (just so it won't be confusing).
if there are any more warnings i should add please let me know. not proof read!
naoya is awful.
he is a horrible man.
everyone knows it.
whether it be due to the countless stories everyone gossips about or witnessing firsthand the vicious things he does.
you were privy to outrageous hearsay spreading but you did not care enough to understand.
as far as you know, he is a powerful man.
and in your clan, you bow down to powerful men.
you have been fed lies that you do not have much to offer.
women were responsible for wifely duties and child bearing.
it is all you learned your entire life.
you are surprised when there is news of a member of the zenin clan's impending visitation. the people within your district make countless preparations and take any precaution necessary to ensure they meet naoya's standard. the last thing they want is to face his acrimony.
there are rumours of a potential alliance and it seems exceedingly promising to be closely associated with such a powerful family.
the day of his arrival, everything looks auspicious. you are shocked at the innumerable women adorned in luxurious clothing and decked in lavish jewellery.
you certainly do not understand all the fuss about him. you swore everyone hated him.
the welcome is extravagant and curiosity gets the best of you because you find yourself tip toeing to catch sight of him.
he is definitely not what you expected. he is young, his expression is all too smug. you never had the opportunity to see him before but he is gorgeous. in every sense of the word.
he is the definition of it.
sharp narrow eyes were lined, push pink lips with a barely visible cupid's bow and a straight nose although the tip was slightly upturned. his brows were thin and straight. if anyone looked for long enough and he smiled you could see the indents of dimples. he was truly pretty.
naoya tells the head of your clan that an alliance will only be formed provided he receives something. that whatever he wishes must be granted to him for congruity in return.
somehow, someway he pinpoints you in a crowd of too many people.
you were astonished when his stony eyes found yours. you try to tell yourself, you are not the one. it must be someone else. it has to be! you are proven wrong when your mother grips your arm and drags you up to him.
she bows, her hand roughly shoving your head down while you fidget. his stare is heavy, it makes you want to hide away. your parents practically offer you to him on a silver platter.
your eyes look everywhere but at him while he requests a room. unabashedly he speaks for everyone to witness.
his fingers find your chin, tipping your head back to look over your face. he towers over you. "dress her up." his voice is raspy and deep. he speaks to your mother though he does not spare her a glance.
you are speechless, you can only imagine what it means. an uncontrollable amount of thoughts pile into your head as your mother takes you away.
virginity means everything to a young girl like you. you need to be one to get married. it is your clan's way of life so why do your parents not care? your mother dresses you in the finest silk, something they could never afford before. she knots your hair in a bun and it hurts when she pulls at the strands.
decorative pins are stuck into your hair, some nicking your scalp. she drapes a heavy chain around your neck and squeezes your hand as she forces bracelets onto your wrists.
you look just like every other woman that dolled up for naoya zenin in anticipation of his attention.
you realise your parents do not care for your dignity as they usher you into an intricately decorated room.
they crave the validation of everyone else more than they care about you. you always knew that but you never thought they would go to this extent.
"be good and listen to everything he says." your mom commands. she shoves you to your knees on the thick layers of satin.
"this is for everyone's betterment." your father adds like it would make any of this right. you have no choice in the matter.
they were giving you up for naoya to do whatever he pleased because they were greedy for admiration.
you worry what it meant for you afterwards. you worry what people would think once you left these four walls.
the door slams shut upon their exit, you nervously shift. you wonder if you could run away. the weight of the jewellery feels uncomfortable, the clothes are so thick you swear you are sweating. they seem impossible to do anything in.
it feels like an eternity when naoya enters. his broad back faces you as he closes the door. his presence is intimidating, his aura is immense.
you swallow hard.
you are only to speak when spoken to.
yet you want to ask what took him so long.
why did you chose me?
what are you going to do to me?
you cannot question him. that is not your place.
you are sitting, hands anxiously twitching where they rest on your thighs. your eyes drop to the floor as he faces you.
he draws closer, your breathing stops as he circles you. he does it slowly, intently like he wants to memorise you from every angle.
you feel like prey, you are awaiting your predator to strike. there is absolutely no escape. his gaze sears into your being.
in a way he is scary. "strip." his deep voice instructs. your body tenses, breathing more laboured. you are unmoving as he steps closer. he cups your head, it is softer than you expected. he tilts you back to look at him, you are made aware of his bulge right in front of your face.
it is when he grips your hair, disheveling your bun that you realise it is all pretence. you shriek as he forcefully lifts you to your knees. the way you reach for his hand is futile because you cannot stop him no matter how hard you try.
"don't make me speak twice, y/n." you wonder how he knew your name. you were no one. you were not anyone important to this clan or world. "now take your fucking clothes off before i do it myself."
he shoves you back, you just barely brace yourself. his nimble fingers reach for the laces on his robe as he undoes them with ease. tears prick your eyes, you shakily tug at your bracelets. your movements are frantic enough to send them scattered across the floor. you rip the necklace from your throat, it stings where it nicks your skin.
your hands endlessly tremble when you pull off the layers of heavy fabric draped on you. you are too busy removing your clothing to see that he is already bare.
once you are rid of anything that preserves your modesty, you fold your arms to hide your body. a man has never seen you like this and you never thought the first time would be under this circumstance.
naoya's eyes trail over you, he is already hard. it is borderline painful. he was hard from simply thinking about you obediently waiting for him.
you feel his presence behind you, he lowers himself to his knees. his hands reach for your shoulders first. they are large and rough, they elicit goosebumps across your skin as he trails them down to caress your arms.
he pulls you into him, the hardness of his chest meeting your back. his arms surround your body and you tense at the feeling of his heated cock brushing your skin. his dexterous fingers remove the pins from your hair, he undoes the bun to allow the strands to cascade down your back. he brushes it over your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your nape.
you are shocked by the softness of them. he trails more kisses down the upper part of your spine. it is mind muddling.
"i can tell you haven't fucked before." you jolt at the sound of his gruff voice. his warm breath meets your skin and you shiver. his forearm comes around your front to keep you flush against him.
"spread your legs, let me see your cunt." he speaks without any shame. you hesitate and his displeasure is evident because his palm connects with the flesh of your thigh so hard that you shriek. your skin stings.
you have no choice but to open your legs for him. he slips his hands between them, his wide palm cupping your cunt.
you cannot breathe. it is all so overwhelming. you notice the evident veins on his lower arm as his hand covers your sex completely. it dawns on you that you have never had this intimacy before. you have never even touched where he would be.
he clicks his tongue, his presence makes you anxious. everything he does makes you tense.
he grimaces, you are not wet. not in the slightest.
naoya removes his hand to spit into his fingers, the fluid is pressed to your clit as he strokes it. he does not like the way you bite down on your lip to muffle your sounds. he hates it.
he rolls the bundle of nerves, pinching it before he slowly trails his fingers down your slit. the tip of his finger prods your entrance, gliding along it though he does not enter.
your smaller hands grip his forearm and for some reason it makes him hug your body tighter.
you breathe shakily in anticipation of his next move. it is a foreign feeling to be caressed but you can hardly complain. it is the furthest thing from unpleasant. it annoys you how good it feels.
"i'm shoving my cock in here." he huffs. the length of his finger coaxing through your lips has you writhing.
"going to stick my dick in this little hole and make you my bitch." his words are vulgar. the obscenity of his remarks have you furrowing your brows.
"it sounds good, right? having your pussy filled to the brim. i'll even fuck my cum into you." his jaw presses into your temple and you unsurely blink. he is so big, you feel like you are tucked into him.
he pinches your clit and you choose to focus on that rather than what he is saying. it feels good, enough to make you squirm. each time he does it, your cunt leaks with liquid. his entire palm strokes up and down, smearing sticky liquid over your cunt.
"naoya." you mewl. he has you spread open on his lap as he strokes your dripping pussy. he knows one thing for certain, your pretty voice forming his name is the greatest thing he has ever heard. he loves the sounds you make because of him.
you are so wet now, you are drenched and leaking. the sticky liquid trails out of your slit endlessly. his fingers steadily collect it and your lips part when he pulls away. your eyes follow his hand as he brings the sodden liquid digits near his mouth.
it is dirty. it is gross, it must be. somehow, you find yourself entranced. his tongue slips out to lave over his drenched palm.
"so fucking messy." he grits his teeth, he tilts his head to you. his wet hand grips your jaw, "you always taste so good." he presses his mouths to yours.
you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue as he aggressively kisses you. despite your inexperience you try to replicate him.
his expression looks irritated as he wetly separates from you. he forces you onto your back, leaning over you. his eyes glimpse at your cunt and they trail up your body.
you are on display for his prying eyes. he gropes your breasts, kissing and licking down your sternum. you are delirious as he sucks on your skin. he kisses all the way up to your jaw before he covers your mouth with his.
he licks into your mouth until you are a breathless mess.
"i'm not prepping you. m'not." he squeezes your jaw. "the first thing i'm stuffing in your pussy is my cock and it's gonna hurt. it'll hurt a lot but you deserve it." he airily speaks, his eyes dark.
you stare in confusion, panic sets in your chest. what wrong did you do? you wonder what warranted having your virginity stripped with no compassion.
you were more than aware he did not care for you.
as far as you know, you are suppose to pride yourself in your virginity. you were to save it for your husband and no one else. the man between your legs is a stranger, the man telling you such nasty things is nothing to you.
you swallow hard as you stare at his intimidating size. the head of his cock is purplish and dripping pre cum. his shaft is thick and it seems to go on forever. you wonder how it is suppose to fit inside you.
naoya grasps his aching cock to tap the head on your clit. you try to move away, you really do but he is so strong. he is completely unmoving. he coats his tip in your slick before pressing into your hole.
despite how tight you are, despite how big and thick he is. you shove at his abdomen, his abs flexing under your palms. "naoya please." tears stream down your cheeks but he relents. he cups your thighs to bring them over his and spread you open.
his rough fingers find your perked clit, rubbing it in aggressive circles. you hate to admit it but it feels too good. your hands clamp down on your mouth to mute the moans escaping you.
you gush on him with no fanfare. this entire circumstance makes you feel like an easy slut. he presses more into you, reaching the ridge where his cock and shaft meet. your legs jolt the further his girth fills you.
your insides squeeze and clamp down trying to deny his intrusion, you make naoya crazy. "fucking stop." he hisses. you are like a vice around his pulsing cock.
he says what you should be saying. you should be telling him to stop but you do not. you should be screaming and crying, telling him to get off of you but that is the last thing in your head.
it feels good. more of him is pressed into you and your walls stretch to accommodate his girth. it is an unfamiliar feeling but the pressure in your abdomen is more pleasurable than painful. you find yourself adjusting, you are still so tight that naoya loses his mind.
he presses down on your clit an inch accompanying the motion and you shriek at the feeling. he continually rocks his hips, slowly coaxing over your bundle of nerves. your hands find purchase in the sheets, panting while you try to gather your bearings.
the stimulation has you fidgeting, it has you moaning his name endlessly. your thighs tremble on either side of him and your expression is contorted at the feeling. he looks down at your body, tongue slipping out to coat his lips and you find yourself wishing it was in your mouth, on your skin. anywhere you wanted him.
he leans down, his muscles rippling and the flesh along his abs bunching in little rolls, his biceps are almost as big as your head. you feel like he was strong enough to lift you with one finger. he seemed that way, strong and mighty in all that he did.
his hips shallowly move to thrust the portion of his length he has managed to shove into you. "you're fucking me." you stutter, your voice barely audible. you have never spoken those words, have never even conjured them up.
naoya's eyes flash, his large hand spanning over your stomach, trailing between your breasts and then gripping your throat. "m'not. but i can, i can fuck you so deep you feel it here." he squeezes the sides of your neck, eyes glancing to your leaking cunt that soaks him even though he has not gotten to the hilt.
the warmth and tightness of you makes him ache to have his entire cock deep in your pussy but you are little and you are looking at him with the sweetest eyes.
he wants to hurt you, he wants to make you cry but you are so adorable. "i can fuck you and have your belly bulging every. single. time. i shove my cock in your dripping cunt."
you have never had someone speak to you like that. you never heard those words strung together nor spoken in such a depraved tone.
you wonder how he could be this handsome. you wonder what led him here, with you.
"i'll make this pussy mine whether you want it or not but you want it, don't you? you want me to fuck you, you want me to have you shaped to my cock and mine alone" he pants. you nod your head, you swear there is cotton between your ears, there is empty space perhaps but there is surely not a working brain.
not after he painted such an image of him fucking you like you were his and turned it to mush. "say it. say it all, say you want naoya zenin to fuck you." you whine, he squeezes your throat, his grip so strong you swore he could crush it to dust.
you whine and babble and your hips move to get more of the stimulation as he shallowly fucks you. your hands find his broad shoulders, just barely gripping them and he leans down. no you could never move someone like him, he let you. he conceded because it is you.
his face is so close, he is composed and collected while you are a mess beneath him. "i want naoya zenin to fuck me" your voice is broken by a moan as he forces more of himself into you.
you whine in his face "i want him to claim me, break me. i only want him in my cunt." your voice is a warbled mess and for some reason naoya did not expect you to be so nasty. to tell him those things. claiming you is one thing but breaking you?
he would do more than break you. he would wreck every inch of you, destroy and decimate it all, there would be no way to return you to what you were.
"then loosen up, slut." you cannot mute the scream that escapes you when the thickness of his girth is pushed entirely into your walls. your legs desperately hook on his hips, so tense they feel sore.
it burns, it hurts and stings but it feels unbelievably good, it did not feel like something you could fathom in a real world only in fantasy.
why, why, why? why does it feel so good? you had no expectations of sex. absolutely none.
when the women spoke they did not entertain such topics. was this what they did behind closed doors? did such depravity remain hidden while they portrayed themselves as saints?
he is so hot, you feel him everywhere. he is nestled inside you like he belongs there, he throbs into your gummy walls.
his large palm graces your tummy, gliding to your lower abdomen. he presses down and you sigh in unison. your eyes wildly look down. "look where my cock is in you, you really are too small to take it."
he is not your husband, he should not have stuffed his cock all the way inside you that his head impresses in your stomach. what right did he have to lay claim?
it does not matter, not anymore. he has your cunt wrapped around him and your body does not protest. no, your body welcomes him with endless slick. it yearns and begs for him. it felt like you were just waiting for him to come and take you.
he pulls out until only his leaking head is enclosed by your cunt. his expression is pleased at the sight of red streaks along him. "got your blood all over my cock. y'know what that means?"
your head is too empty to hear, to function. you cannot quite make out his words but the sound of his voice makes you mewl. you are soaking him again and again.
"means you're all mine." you eyes roll as he shallowly pumps into you. you swear you cannot see beyond him.
his hands grope the perimeter of your waist. "i haven't even fucked you yet and you already look like a brain dead whore." he coos but his eyes are dark.
he is caught up in the sight of your dripping slit stretched around the girth of his cock. his strong thighs flex, you shriek when he starts pounding into you.
naoya bullies his cock into your pussy that will not stop pulsing around him. you are so tight he sees stars. your insides are gooey and warm. he wants to be wrapped in you forever.
his abs strain, his cock is coated in your juices. slick strands are covering him. the more he slams into you the nastier sounds your pussy makes.
"shouldn't be this tight or feel this good." he huffs, he uses your body like a sex doll. he holds you down and thrusts into you so hard your skin stings. every loud collision of his flesh with yours hurts.
"you're my slut, fuck, you're the only bitch i want." your entire body shakes with the weigh of his movements. your eyes water and you fist the soaked sheets.
naoya looks too good above you. the sweat on his forehead dampens his hair and his muscles shift every time he sinks back inside you.
you are delirious, he did as he said he would, he makes your stomach bulge over and over again. he turns your brain into useless chum.
your cunt sputters liquid, his movements are flurried and aggressive. your sex loudly squelches. you never thought it would feel this good.
every vein on his cock slides along your gummy insides, you feel like you are about to pass out. "a whore like you doesn't deserve to cum but i need to feel you gripping me. i need to know how tight your pussy gets when you're cumming." his fingers find your buzzing clit.
"m'not a whore."
"you're getting fucked like one."
all you can focus on is him, he rolls your clit with experience. a part of you hates that despite him being nothing to you. your vision is blurred by tears but blinking them away allows you to see him.
his body seems like a sculpture. every muscle is evident for prying eyes. beads of sweat leak down his temple and his jaw is locked. he looks unreal. you wish he was yours although you do not know him. you have no relation but he is stretching out your cunt and making it his.
your hand grips his, head thrown back as you writhe on the sheets. you breathe in exasperation as his much larger fingers intertwine with yours. he is holding your hand. he is holding it while he pummels your insides.
you are too sensitive and too overwhelmed. when you cum, your entire body trembles. your eyes squeeze tightly and you clamp down on him like a vice. you cream on his cock your entire body coated in sweat while you shake.
the sight of you throws him over the edge.
"shit, fuck, no one is as good as you. no one." he grits his teeth, eyes fluttering. his length is soaked in you, strands coating him and the harder he pounds the more frothy cream collects at his base.
"want you like this forever." his body covers you completely. his arms wrap around your waist to hold you tight to him. all his weight is pressed into you, desperately thrusting his hips as he chases his release.
despite how you whine and cry at the excessive stimulation. your nails digging into his flesh and scratching lines down his skin.
you seem to mark another area of his back every time he pounds into you.
his movements have your body jerking and his muscles flexing. your cunt feels like it is forcefully drawing the orgasm from him, his teeth grit and his eyes flicker as they threaten to roll back.
he is so powerful but right now he looks like he is losing it. his mouth roughly presses into yours, his tongue and spit in excess and his hips stutter for a moment before he slams into you so hard your cunt squelches.
his hips rock as he stays flush to you and for the first time you are getting filled up. it is even hotter than his cock, it sears along your walls, endlessly pouring and leaking as he grows soft.
"you take it so well for a virgin." he pants before his lips claim yours in a nasty kiss.
he says that like he has not already stripped that title from you.
his weight crushes you beneath him but somehow it is comforting. somehow you like it. you like that there is no space between you and him.
your arms reach around his neck, tears streaked down your cheeks while your mouth desperately returns his kiss.
he briefly parts before leaning back in. it is unfair that he has everything. he is too pretty and he seems to be good at everything.
you whine when he sits up on his knees, your hands losing their grip on his muscles. his eyes train where his cock still fills you.
you wince while he slowly pulls out, the cum still dripping out of you. you feel empty without him.
he takes in the cum leaking from your used cunt. all he can think about is doing it again and again. without tire or care. a surprisingly gentle touch swipes your hair from your face before he strokes your cheek and leans down.
his soft lips though swollen softly move along yours. he breathes a bit more laboured as his hands touch and squeeze along your body and his kisses make their way from your neck to your sternum and tits.
you are panting while he trails open mouthed kisses on your skin. his eyes do not leave yours and they are so golden you swear they glow.
your body grows tense when he drifts lower than your belly and suddenly he is kissing right above your cum filled slit and your inner thighs.
"you're so soft." you did not expect it. was that a good thing? his breath is so close to your pussy, it is weird to think he was just inside you.
you squeal, a hand covering your mouth as his tongue swipes over your cunt. "naoya, that's dirty." your voice is muffled beneath your palm, all he does is clamp his mouth on your clit and suck.
laughing into your cunt before his tongue is gliding up and down your slit endlessly.
a man of his calibre was between your legs with his mouth in such a place. it did not make sense. his heated muscle slips into your pussy, saliva coating you in excess.
your feet lift onto the tip of your toes while you moan. you moan for naoya like you were made for it, made for him.
his fingers gently caress the back of your thighs, all while he sloppily sucks up your messy cunt.
he does not want to stop, his cum is inside of you, it is in your pussy.
he came there. he came within your silky walls and he will never stop thinking about it, about you. he pulls back, licking his lips and nipping the flesh of your thigh before trailing his tongue along your slit.
his cum is still seeping out despite the amount he lapped up from your hole. there are sticky strands of liquid on his jaw and mouth as he brings his face to yours
"it's not dirty. what's filthy, is that you let me fuck you like a cock hungry slut." his large palms grasp your tits while you are speechless.
"is that what you are, my cockslut?" you find yourself nodding your head, whimpering in agreement.
you just want to be something to him.
his thumb strokes over your lips while he grips your face, you are so much smaller his entire hand seems to hold it. "you think you can suck me off? get me nice and wet in that little mouth and make me cum?"
you stare up at him with the prettiest wide eyes. you were crying for so long. you cry so much it makes him hard. "i can." you softly whisper and naoya cannot help but kiss you sweetly.
he nips your lips, laving his tongue over them before he sits next to you.
you swallow, he helps you up by a firm grip on your upper arm. your head feels light.
you are surprised when his hand cups the back of your head and shoves down. his erect cock presses against your cheek. "c'mon, don't waste time."
your hand unsurely surrounds the base, you cannot believe something like this had managed to fit inside you. naoya sighs at the softness. your tongue clumsily laps at his slit, the taste of his cum and your juices filling your mouth.
your lips enclose just before his shaft, your mouth insanely warm it makes naoya pant. "take more of it, i don't fucking care if it's your first time." he gruffly says. you are perched on your knees with his cock in your mouth.
moments before you had never seen one in your life.
you are so unsure, you lower on him but the second his tip brushes the back of your throat you gag. you lurch, the muscles constricting around him.
you pull back frantically, coughing as you clutch your throat. naoya finds your eyes more teary. "so fuckin dramatic." he tuts.
his tip presses against the seam of your lips and you have no choice but to open up.
you really do try to be good. you try your hardest to take more but it seems never ending. you gag so much desperately trying to get him seated deep in your throat. but you can't.
that tight little throat of yours can hardly get even half of him in on your own.
"you're shit at this." he laughs airily. you are drooling so much it is insanely messy, he never had it like this before.
every bit of him says to bruise the back of your throat, to fist your hair and fuck into your mouth so that every inch of him feels the silky walls of your throat.
he listens.
at first, his fingers gently caress through your hair. it lasts for a second before he is pushing your head down. your throat constricts and he shudders. he cannot tell which liquid that drips onto his skin is your spit or tears.
he is vicious and rough. constantly bobbing your head along his cock regardless of how you choke. the sloppy noises are all he needs to get there. the feeling of your gooey throat objecting his forceful intrusion. your muscles resisting. "fuck you're such a good bitch. little baby throat s'taking it all."
his body tenses, hips stuttering to fuck into your mouth. he does not usually come this fast. he shoves you down until your lips surround his base. he swears he can see your throat bulging from his cock. your hot sticky saliva drip all over him as he shallowly ruts his hips.
naoya grits his teeth, moaning loudly before he spews cum down your throat. you jerk in confusion but he does not release you. your hands scramble. he feels you swallowing around him but it is not enough.
liquid spills past the perimeter of his cock.
he tugs you off, your mouth wetly separating with a sticky pop.
"you look pretty like this." your hair is knotted, tear streaks coat your cheeks, your lips are swollen from sucking his dick and his cum is spewed in your mouth in a sticky web. it drips down your jaw but he still kisses you.
still does it all sweetly and cups your cheeks as if he is a nice man.
you eagerly accept it. you kiss and kiss and his salty cum is messily exchanged. you are a breathless mess when he pulls away with spit still connecting you.
"so stupid." he shoves your forehead with his forefinger. you want to cry. he leaves you sitting while he lies on the sodden sheets.
it hurts to hear. you sniffle, looking at him. you let all this happen. you slept with him. this is not some lucid sex dream, it really occurred. he came in you, he touched you everywhere.
he had you in way a man never did before.
you are crying for a different reason now. when the lust that clouded your brain finally dispels you realise everything is ruined.
"do you have any idea what you've done?" tears are profusely coating your cheeks, you tug the blanket to your chest.
you are hiding your body as though he has not violated every inch of it. as if his desecration has not tainted you in the form of bruises and cum.
naoya breathes, his eyes rolling as he folds his arms under his head. "i fucked a bitch, s'all."
your face contorts in more pain. this was never supposed to be your life. you meant nothing to the man who was just inside you.
you were nothing to him. "i can't get married now."
naoya looks angry. the muscles in his arms flex, eyes flitting over to you.
in a second he sits up, the expanse of his palm covers your throat. it draws a sound of shock from you. his face is all too close and you wince at the flashes of him fucking you as they are forced into your mind.
how can you forget it? especially when he is at this proximity, when his hands were all over your body and now he simply held your neck.
his gaze flits downwards, he is angry without a doubt. it is hard to not see it when his skin is flushed red and his jaw is locked.
he rips the sheet from your body before he roughly shakes you.
your eyes flash in panic as you grip his tightening hand. "you have me and you want to marry some lowlife prick from your shitty clan?" he hisses into your face, his nose brushing yours over the nonexistent distance.
you gasp for air because he holds too tight. "you weren't a good fuck. not at all." his hand slips between your legs to cup your cum filled cunt and you blanch.
"you're just a prissy little virgin but you're pretty. i'll give it to you, you're gorgeous." without any warning his digits slide inside of you.
it is forceful and rough as he repeatedly thrusts his long fingers into the soaked walls of your pussy. you grit your teeth. it should not feel good. it should not but you cannot help the uninhibited movement of your hips.
your legs practically part for him on instinct despite how badly you want him to get away from you. that is what you want, right?
you should not want him and your eyes that are trailing all over his defined muscles should be looking to the heavens for some hope.
they should not be gleaming at his pretty features or his damp hair. "and you'll be one hell of a bitch but you gotta prove it to me before i marry you." marriage.
oh marriage, marriage, marriage.
it had been on your mind since you were a little girl. you have ached and dreamed and wished upon the stars for it to find you.
"how?" his brows tilt at your broken voice. he shoves you down until your head meets the wooden flooring and your back stings at the impact.
he is over you, his shadow casting along your figure. "let me fuck you. submit yourself to me alone. if ever you touch another man, i'll know."
his voice is deep, his expression dark. he is terrifying, you wonder how someone so pretty could look so horrific. you swallow hard.
"i'd kill him and i'd kill you." his eyes do not leave yours for a second. he brings your legs around his narrow waist, the weigh of his erection digging into the flesh of your inner thighs.
"but if you be good, i'll marry you. i'll take you away from this place."
you want so desperately to escape, you want so desperately to be anywhere but here. you want to be with him even if he is awful.
"will you marry me?" your fingers itch with the urge to draw him closer, your voice a warbled mess. your legs tighten around him, you want him close. so close.
it seems he knows because he nears until his body is flush to yours. until you are engulfed by his scent and the hardness of his figure.
"i swear it." his eyes flick to your lips, so close to him that they brush with his words. his admission has you gripping his cheeks and kissing him.
it's an inexperienced and sloppy kiss but you do as best as you can and naoya finds your mouth one of his favourite things.
tears leak from your eyes as he shoves his entire length into you and your body tenses.
for the second time that night he claims you.
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despite wanting to be angry at him, you cannot. not when he kissed every bruise he left on your skin, not when he pressed his lips to yours like you meant something to him.
not when he tugged you into his side and you find revery in his scent.
something about naoya is so comforting you find yourself falling asleep with no issue.
or maybe it is because he used and exhausted your body.
he has you wrapped in his arms with familiarity. your face mushed to his chest and your leg thrown over his waist.
his thumb coaxes along your back, his face nuzzling your hair. you look adorable, you look too precious. even in your sleep you press into him more.
naoya wants to burn the sight into his brain.
you are his forever.
"my soul always searches for yours but you have never remembered mine. not once." he whispers into the air although you cannot hear it.
[ ᯓ★ ] getting called into teacher's office about their child | fem!reader | noncurses!au, there's no real warning actually ꩜ | wc. 1.6k — approx. 300 each |
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acts like the proud father he is. your daughter was complaining about a classmate of hers, an annoying one, who kept making fun of her, messing with her hair and with her belongings. you, trying to be the sensible one, told her to report it to her teacher, but it didn't seem to work. then she ran to her daddy so she could receive the best advice.
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satoru and you were sitting in front of your daughter's teacher, while the little ms. gojo was sitting cutely in the corner of the room.
"mr and mrs. gojo, i've called you here to tell you that your daughter cut her friend's hair." the woman said and your husband and daughter couldn't suppress their laughter.
"he's not my friend! and if you had solved the problem when i've told you, none of this would've happened!" she yells and pouts, crossing her arms.
you can't mask the surprise in your face, while all your husband does is snort.
"satoru!" you scold him.
"what? now tell me, is she wrong?" he questions, having you at a loss for words. "that's it, my love."
"uhm... mr. gojo?" the teacher looks at him.
"well, if you don't do anything about this piece of sh- ouch!" satoru feels the hard pinch on his thigh. "then she does it! and you better tell the other kids, parents, whoever, that if someone messes with my daughter again, she'll solve it by herself. now c'mon, princess, daddy will reward you!"
satoru leads your little girl to the door and she calls for you. your eyes wide open watching the whole scene. the woman looks at you, helplessly, but you only shrug. "he's right." then you stand up and bid her a polite goodbye
"and i hope this doesn't happen again!" your little baddie tells the teacher, pouting again and this time you laugh along with your husband.
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he was unfazed. the twins were a bit... short-tempered. especially when it comes to someone bad-mouthing their mother. they were really protective of you. nanako is the worst, she picks a fight with anyone, mimiko is a bit calmer, after all, she's the shyest. but the moment he learns the reason why you both were called into their teacher's office, he feels really proud.
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it was suguru, you, nanako, mimiko, the boys they fought with and their respective parents in the room. looking at the boys, you almost felt bad, if it wasn't for the fact that they could be more aggressive and stronger than your daughters, but they were fine. better than them.
"this is a serious problem..." your daughters' teacher started. "i don't know what happened, but i guess fumiya's broken nose and all these scratches on midori had nothing to do with this."
"are you two raising a pair of vandals or something? aren't you gonna say anything about this situation?" one of the mothers yelled at you.
"well, taking a real look at them... clearly my girls have won." you said, smirking. geto was trying to be the responsible one, knowing the woman he had married, but he couldn't hide the chuckle. the women gasped, looking at their husbands.
"ladies, please, can you not yell at my wife?" suguru asked politely, sneaking one of his arms around your waist.
"so, care to explain, mimiko, nanako?" the teacher asked the girls, who glanced at you. you gave 'em an encouraging nodding, so they could tell what happened.
"they were talking about mommy." nanako said.
"but baby, was it really needed to... fight the boys? one of them has a broken nose." her father asked, concerned.
"yes!" mimiko answered quickly, loud and clear, and crossed her arms.
"they were calling mommy hot and stuff and she didn't deserve you, daddy." nanako continued.
"yeah! and all that because their fathers were calling mommy hot!" mimiko pointed, pouting. your jaw fell to the ground.
all the reactions were surprised. suguru had his eyes wide open, but the shock quickly faded away, giving room for the anger. his jaw clenched and he shot a death glare to the men, who were equally shocked as their wives.
"you were saying that another woman is hot? in front of your son?!" one of the mothers asked her husband.
"plus, my wife." suguru's deep voice made them shiver. "how you dare?"
mimiko and nanako were just smiling. they knew they wouldn't get a punishment after the chaos they created.
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he looks disappointed at his daughter. he worked hard every day to be a good example of a person and got her the best mother for her to act like this. on the way to her teacher's office, she was trying to explain to both of you, but your husband looked so annoyed. you just brushed her explanation off, saying you'd talk later.
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kento sat on the chair, right after he pulled yours so you could sit comfortably. your daughter's teacher was looking seriously at both of you, then she sighed, starting.
"well, i called you both here because this is the unusual behaviour of your daughter. she used to be so polite and calm, but i don't know what happened. and i hope you can help me, mr and mrs. nanami."
"what's so disturbing she has done that you needed to call us here, ma'am?" you asked. you knew your daughter too well to believe she did something so terrible to a classmate.
"she slapped a classmate... right in her face." she said slowly, looking at both of us. while kento held his stoic face, you glanced at your daughter who was playing with her fingers and kicking her feet slowly.
"and why she did it? she must've had a good reason." your husband's deep voice sounded in the room.
"that's the point. we don't know."
"baby, do you wanna clarify what happened?" you called her softly and she strolled at you, clearly embarrassed. she was usually so calm and collected, just like her father, but...
"she was messing with my work and materials..." she whispered to you, not wanting her father to know. again, just like kento, she loved her things in the right place, neat and organised and she absolutely hated when someone would mess with it.
"but haven't we told you that you need to talk to your teacher?" you whisper back, caressing her hair.
"i did, but she didn't stop!" she panicked.
"love?" kento called you.
"that girl messed with her work and she didn't like it." you kept your daughter safe in your arms. "she told you but the girl didn't stop." you explained and nanami sighed.
"it's a one-time thing, right?" he asked the girl and she nodded slowly, still hugging your neck. "you'll apologise to the girl and if it happens again, you tell, so i solve the problem. how does that sound?" kento reached his daughter's face, caressing softly.
"good..." she murmurs.
"are we done?" he asks the teacher, who just nods. "then we can go." he stands up. "and i really hope you can solve your students' conflicts in the best way next."
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in the first place, he didn't even want to be there. he was just because you almost threatened him. like, what's the point of being called into the school? what would he do? plus, megumi is a good boy, he's always been. if he did something wrong then why just not forgive and forget? he won't do this again.
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since the beginning, toji has been sulking. he didn't want to go there. he didn't wanna know what his son had done. as megumi said, it was just a moment. a moment when he let his anger take control. he can't tell his son to control his anger, it's part of life. yet, you did make him go. right now, you're pulling your husband through the school's corridor. megumi was already waiting for you in his teacher's office.
"he's your son, show him you care about him." you hiss, making him roll his eyes. you open the door, dragging the big man inside.
"oh, mr. and mrs. fushiguro-" toji quickly cut him.
"quit the formality. tell what the brat has done." your husband crosses his arms, making megumi sigh in annoyance.
"well, uhm, megumi said some things today... like... 'if i can't go to the bathroom, then just let me pee on your bag, bitch.'" he told and megumi just turned his head.
while you were shocked, not believing you beloved and polite son could say something like this, you husband was just cackling. you looked at him in disbelief, knowing very well who taught something like this to megumi.
"he's not wrong tho. who the fuck is this teacher to deny bathroom privileges?" toji just ignored your angry gaze.
"well, mr. fushiguro, this is not a behaviour a kid should have. i'm sure you and your wife raised megumi very well and this might just be a... moment. i just called you here to let you know what he has done so you can talk to him. i know this won't happen again, right, megumi?"
"yeah, yeah..." the boy muttered.
"i'm not- ouch!" you interrupt your husband, kicking his leg.
"don't worry, mr., we'll surely talk with our son and i assure you this won't happen again." you say politely and stand up quickly, calling megumi.
"i hope your wife knows you cheating on her and leaves you as soon as possible." he says with a stern face, walking out the room.
you eyes widen again and you feel ashamed. while toji just... snort. how could you possibly think of having a kid with this man?
@LOLASKY ᡣ 𐭩 i've seen a post like this a while ago and i wanted to write something similar ^^ i forgot the acc who posted it first, so op if you see this and want me to tag you or change something, pls lmk!! dividers by @/cafekitsune
[ ᯓ★ ] getting called into teacher's office about their child | fem!reader | noncurses!au, there's no real warning actually ꩜ | wc. 1.6k — approx. 300 each |
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acts like the proud father he is. your daughter was complaining about a classmate of hers, an annoying one, who kept making fun of her, messing with her hair and with her belongings. you, trying to be the sensible one, told her to report it to her teacher, but it didn't seem to work. then she ran to her daddy so she could receive the best advice.
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satoru and you were sitting in front of your daughter's teacher, while the little ms. gojo was sitting cutely in the corner of the room.
"mr and mrs. gojo, i've called you here to tell you that your daughter cut her friend's hair." the woman said and your husband and daughter couldn't suppress their laughter.
"he's not my friend! and if you had solved the problem when i've told you, none of this would've happened!" she yells and pouts, crossing her arms.
you can't mask the surprise in your face, while all your husband does is snort.
"satoru!" you scold him.
"what? now tell me, is she wrong?" he questions, having you at a loss for words. "that's it, my love."
"uhm... mr. gojo?" the teacher looks at him.
"well, if you don't do anything about this piece of sh- ouch!" satoru feels the hard pinch on his thigh. "then she does it! and you better tell the other kids, parents, whoever, that if someone messes with my daughter again, she'll solve it by herself. now c'mon, princess, daddy will reward you!"
satoru leads your little girl to the door and she calls for you. your eyes wide open watching the whole scene. the woman looks at you, helplessly, but you only shrug. "he's right." then you stand up and bid her a polite goodbye
"and i hope this doesn't happen again!" your little baddie tells the teacher, pouting again and this time you laugh along with your husband.
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he was unfazed. the twins were a bit... short-tempered. especially when it comes to someone bad-mouthing their mother. they were really protective of you. nanako is the worst, she picks a fight with anyone, mimiko is a bit calmer, after all, she's the shyest. but the moment he learns the reason why you both were called into their teacher's office, he feels really proud.
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it was suguru, you, nanako, mimiko, the boys they fought with and their respective parents in the room. looking at the boys, you almost felt bad, if it wasn't for the fact that they could be more aggressive and stronger than your daughters, but they were fine. better than them.
"this is a serious problem..." your daughters' teacher started. "i don't know what happened, but i guess fumiya's broken nose and all these scratches on midori had nothing to do with this."
"are you two raising a pair of vandals or something? aren't you gonna say anything about this situation?" one of the mothers yelled at you.
"well, taking a real look at them... clearly my girls have won." you said, smirking. geto was trying to be the responsible one, knowing the woman he had married, but he couldn't hide the chuckle. the women gasped, looking at their husbands.
"ladies, please, can you not yell at my wife?" suguru asked politely, sneaking one of his arms around your waist.
"so, care to explain, mimiko, nanako?" the teacher asked the girls, who glanced at you. you gave 'em an encouraging nodding, so they could tell what happened.
"they were talking about mommy." nanako said.
"but baby, was it really needed to... fight the boys? one of them has a broken nose." her father asked, concerned.
"yes!" mimiko answered quickly, loud and clear, and crossed her arms.
"they were calling mommy hot and stuff and she didn't deserve you, daddy." nanako continued.
"yeah! and all that because their fathers were calling mommy hot!" mimiko pointed, pouting. your jaw fell to the ground.
all the reactions were surprised. suguru had his eyes wide open, but the shock quickly faded away, giving room for the anger. his jaw clenched and he shot a death glare to the men, who were equally shocked as their wives.
"you were saying that another woman is hot? in front of your son?!" one of the mothers asked her husband.
"plus, my wife." suguru's deep voice made them shiver. "how you dare?"
mimiko and nanako were just smiling. they knew they wouldn't get a punishment after the chaos they created.
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he looks disappointed at his daughter. he worked hard every day to be a good example of a person and got her the best mother for her to act like this. on the way to her teacher's office, she was trying to explain to both of you, but your husband looked so annoyed. you just brushed her explanation off, saying you'd talk later.
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kento sat on the chair, right after he pulled yours so you could sit comfortably. your daughter's teacher was looking seriously at both of you, then she sighed, starting.
"well, i called you both here because this is the unusual behaviour of your daughter. she used to be so polite and calm, but i don't know what happened. and i hope you can help me, mr and mrs. nanami."
"what's so disturbing she has done that you needed to call us here, ma'am?" you asked. you knew your daughter too well to believe she did something so terrible to a classmate.
"she slapped a classmate... right in her face." she said slowly, looking at both of us. while kento held his stoic face, you glanced at your daughter who was playing with her fingers and kicking her feet slowly.
"and why she did it? she must've had a good reason." your husband's deep voice sounded in the room.
"that's the point. we don't know."
"baby, do you wanna clarify what happened?" you called her softly and she strolled at you, clearly embarrassed. she was usually so calm and collected, just like her father, but...
"she was messing with my work and materials..." she whispered to you, not wanting her father to know. again, just like kento, she loved her things in the right place, neat and organised and she absolutely hated when someone would mess with it.
"but haven't we told you that you need to talk to your teacher?" you whisper back, caressing her hair.
"i did, but she didn't stop!" she panicked.
"love?" kento called you.
"that girl messed with her work and she didn't like it." you kept your daughter safe in your arms. "she told you but the girl didn't stop." you explained and nanami sighed.
"it's a one-time thing, right?" he asked the girl and she nodded slowly, still hugging your neck. "you'll apologise to the girl and if it happens again, you tell, so i solve the problem. how does that sound?" kento reached his daughter's face, caressing softly.
"good..." she murmurs.
"are we done?" he asks the teacher, who just nods. "then we can go." he stands up. "and i really hope you can solve your students' conflicts in the best way next."
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in the first place, he didn't even want to be there. he was just because you almost threatened him. like, what's the point of being called into the school? what would he do? plus, megumi is a good boy, he's always been. if he did something wrong then why just not forgive and forget? he won't do this again.
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since the beginning, toji has been sulking. he didn't want to go there. he didn't wanna know what his son had done. as megumi said, it was just a moment. a moment when he let his anger take control. he can't tell his son to control his anger, it's part of life. yet, you did make him go. right now, you're pulling your husband through the school's corridor. megumi was already waiting for you in his teacher's office.
"he's your son, show him you care about him." you hiss, making him roll his eyes. you open the door, dragging the big man inside.
"oh, mr. and mrs. fushiguro-" toji quickly cut him.
"quit the formality. tell what the brat has done." your husband crosses his arms, making megumi sigh in annoyance.
"well, uhm, megumi said some things today... like... 'if i can't go to the bathroom, then just let me pee on your bag, bitch.'" he told and megumi just turned his head.
while you were shocked, not believing you beloved and polite son could say something like this, you husband was just cackling. you looked at him in disbelief, knowing very well who taught something like this to megumi.
"he's not wrong tho. who the fuck is this teacher to deny bathroom privileges?" toji just ignored your angry gaze.
"well, mr. fushiguro, this is not a behaviour a kid should have. i'm sure you and your wife raised megumi very well and this might just be a... moment. i just called you here to let you know what he has done so you can talk to him. i know this won't happen again, right, megumi?"
"yeah, yeah..." the boy muttered.
"i'm not- ouch!" you interrupt your husband, kicking his leg.
"don't worry, mr., we'll surely talk with our son and i assure you this won't happen again." you say politely and stand up quickly, calling megumi.
"i hope your wife knows you cheating on her and leaves you as soon as possible." he says with a stern face, walking out the room.
you eyes widen again and you feel ashamed. while toji just... snort. how could you possibly think of having a kid with this man?
@LOLASKY ᡣ 𐭩 i've seen a post like this a while ago and i wanted to write something similar ^^ i forgot the acc who posted it first, so op if you see this and want me to tag you or change something, pls lmk!! dividers by @/cafekitsune
♡˗Nanami's daughters take advantage of all his stress and try out their new skincare products on him. Him sat at the dining room table, reading a book as his daughter's put different creams on his face to test them out. He doesn't get bugged by it, he finds it rather comforting.
☆When his twin daughters were younger, they used to use his tie as a blindfold or handcuffs, playing princesses whilst he was the knight that saves them.
☆He definitely wants a cat but can't handle the stress of work, then his family and then a pet. So he doesn't get one, only petting the cats he comes across on the way to a from work.
☆Whenever he sees his family, he somehow cracks a short lived smile, his twins get so excited as they rarely see him smile, making sure he remembers that moments by reminding him every so often.
☆On valentines day he brings you a big bouquet of your favourite flowers whilst he brings the girls some smaller bouquets which were full of tulips or something else.
☆Takes his children anywhere they want, mainly the aquarium, him sitting back trying not to sleep as his girls look at the fish that swim by.
☆He passes out the second he steps into the shared bedroom, his girls giggling behind him as soon as they hear him lightly snoring.
☆Carries around kid themed plasters with him. He definitely reads them bedtime stories, hoping they'd fall asleep before he does.
☆He wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice himself for his friends or especially his family, as he loved you all too much.
☆Tries to bake a vanilla cake for his birthday only for it to turn out bad and he goes to the bakery to buy one. His Ideal birthday cake seems like a vanilla or victoria sponge cake.
Synopsis: jjk men and their favorite sex positions :P
Includes: 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐞
Content: mostly fem!reader, multiple positions, no plot, cum eating and cumplay, spanking, rough sex (?), p vanilla if im being fr
MDNI
Toji Zenin
Had you asked Toji what his favorite was- he would insist he didn’t have one. That they were all equal and that they changed little to nothing when it came to sex.
But the way his hands would hold your waist down onto the bed with your knees propped up- his hips slowly rolling behind you with a deep nudge against your sweet spot every time.
You couldnt see his face- but you could hear the grunts and low moans rumble past his lips when your walls would pulse around him. You could feel his desperate grip on your skin.
Every time he would hoist your hips back up when your knees would slip to the sides from his powerful thrusts. Giving him a better angle for his cock to fill you.
Your hands gripping the edge of the bed with your forearms holding you up.
Not his go-to, but secretly one of his favorites.
Be it the way your spine beautifully curved with the assistance of his hands or how guttural your moans sounded when he would push himself deeper into you and hold himself there.
Or every wave your ass made from his hips making contact, the wet schlops and squelches in full view when he would look to where you were linked.
Toji liked it even more when his hips would slow in the slightest- and your ass wouldn’t hesitate to bounce back and meet his thrusts halfway.
And the other- When you were on your side, your legs pressed together and curled into a ball with his hands holding the plump of your ass and your thighs to keep your knees bent.
His posture straight and looking down to your hands trying to keep the hold on the back of your thighs.
Now he didn’t like this position in particular- what he relished was when your hands were barely keeping their hold on your thighs. Threatening to spread your legs- but Toji did it before you could.
Thralling a leg over his hip and guiding you onto your back. Planting his hands on your sides and gripping harshly before continuing his deep thrusts.
Missionary so he could watch your eyes roll back with a crinkle forming on your nose when his calloused fingers made contact with your clit- and what he liked was how fucking carnal it felt pounding into you this way.
How primal it was that he could easily lean down and slot his tongue against yours- keeping a tedious but deep pace as your hands sprawled onto his back as a brace.
And how your ankles wouldn’t hesitate to lock at his waist, pulling him closer and urging him without words to fill you.
Satoru Gojo
This man was always unpredictable regarding what position he would twist you into. Satoru was always willing to try a new one twice or three times to be sure either of you didn’t like it.
But, when it came to his favorites- Gojo always liked bending you over and pressing your face against the wall. His hands groping at your bottom, his hips pushing his erection into your clothed core.
Something about caging you against the wall, your back arched and giving him the perfect angle to sink himself into you. And your hands planted beside your face, bracing and ready for him to start.
Satoru thought it was the vulnerability you were put in, easily accessible, your ass pressed against him so firmly you could feel the print against the swell of your bottom.
And he was so mean when he had you this way, one of his hands on your waist, and his hips threatening to push further. A cheeky smile on his lips knowing you had nowhere else to go but further into the wall. That or his hands would guide your back into a pretty arch- just for him.
Satoru liked it most when you wore a large tshirt— sliding the hem slowly up your back, giving him an eyeful of the little dimples he loved seeing on your lower back. Placing his thumbs into the little divots, and ignoring your demands for him to hurry.
To Gojo, he always liked seeing you turned away from him- not for any reason other than the fact your ass was in full view- but, when he would give you a firm spank. Some kind of compliment, in his own way.
And you would look back at him over your shoulder- eyes full of urge and need when he would take too long teasing you. Almost telling him to hurry with just your eyes- he liked having your ass in his hands and your face in clear view for his eyes.
To Satoru, missionary was the most intimate position he could think of. His knees barely holding him up, your hand pressing into his back and pulling him even closer to your chest, the other holding his face inches away from yours.
One of his hands at the side of your thigh and the other on your side- not even fucking anymore, just rolling his hips softly into you. Barely pulling his cock out, stroking deep- deep rolls into you and trying to maintain eye contact.
Not even daring to connect his lips with yours- barely brushing against his plush ones, inhaling every moan and whimper that would leave his throat.
Missionary would be pointless if you didn’t look into eachothers eyes, in Satoru’s opinion. Being able to watch your orgasm form with every crinkle on your nose, with every pinch of your eyebrows.
In these moments, Satoru never dared to pull away from you. The warmth of his torso searing against your bare front, holding him too tightly as his chest heaved against yours. If you focused enough, you could feel his heart pounding against your own.
Satoru liked missionary, because he knew that’s when your hearts could beat as closely together as they could.
Naoya Zenin
If you asked him straight on- he would say some bullshit like “Face down, ass up. Because that’s the only time you shut up.”
His response had some truth- Naoya liked that position because there was hardly any backtalk, as his cock perfectly reached the sweet spot with every rough thrust he made.
That’s what pissed you off most- as horrible and annoying as he could be, he always hit that special spot with ease.
And he knew it- the way your spine would shudder at the first prod, or your twitching walls hugging him. Even if you never praised him for being rough- Naoya knew he must be doing something right.
Like when your hands would ball into fists with the sheets tangled between your fingers. Or the guttural whines that Naoya’s thrusts would pound out of your throat.
And his hands were equally as unforgiving as his hips were- planted on your waist to keep you in a mean arch. Even more so when he would flip you over- pleased with the fucked out look on your face.
Not Naoya’s favorite that you could say- but he never complained when you would ride him. Doing all the work for him- but with one condition.
You got to set the pace, and he had to stay still as you fucked yourself on his cock.
Naoya liked it most when he would be lying on his back, with you slowly easing down on his cock. Hands behind his head and watching one of your hands plant onto his carved tummy and the other on one of his thighs.
Your head thrown back and using him as you pleased, and Naoya watched- watched you get off without any of his help.
You could go as slow as you wanted, and even if it killed him— not being able to pound into you as he wished to— Naoya knew you preferred to take things slow every once in a while.
Naoya would never admit it- but he knew you had a point.
He liked watching you slowly move your hips against him- being able to feel every small pulse and throb your cunt made against his cock.
But when your hips would tire, leaning down and pressing your chest to his and asking him to help; Naoya would gladly roll you over- still inside and pound into you as you had asked him to.
Kento Nanami
One of this man’s favorite forms of sex, was morning sex.
The hazy state still lingering behind his eyes, rolling over and scooching closer to your back. Cuddling you and humming softly against your ear with his hands on your waist.
Nanami would wait till you would stirr awake before even considering what grew between his legs.
Hearing a pleased hum leave your lips as his hands caressed the side of your thigh.
And when you started pressing your bottom back against his growing erection. Nanami would get the hint almost immediately.
He would have one hand between your legs, guiding his cock to nestle into your plush walls with a smooth exhale brisking against your ear. And the other wrapped around your ribcage, holding you close to him as he starts rolling his hips.
Nanami’s lips against your ear pressing gentle kisses onto the cartilage- whispering praises as your sluggish hand pressed against his forearm.
He liked this position because of the access he had to your ear, easily being able to whisper how well you were taking him. And how close he could feel your skin against his.
Even more so when he would finish- unwilling to pull out and expose his cock to the cold air outside of your cunt. So he would drift off to sleep with a smile, his cock still inside of you, keeping you plugged up till he would be forced to get up from your warmth.
And this just relays back to the whole- sleepy sex. But when you’re facing Nanami, one knee propped up on his thigh as his hips sloppily thrust into you, that’s when he feels closest to you.
His hands splayed on your back and held you tightly against his chest. Lightly groaning into your ear as your cunt greedily sucked him back in with every pull he made.
And when Nanami would tire from the position- he would roll atop you. Planting his forearm beside your head and looking into your eyes. Lazily thrusting into you- his knees not even holding him up.
His hips would do all the work as you came in unison.
If you asked Nanami, he would say that missionary was probably his favorite- enjoying the intimacy shared with every thrust he would roll against you.
Being able to feel his affection with every slap his heavy balls would smack against your ass.
And his other favorite- When your ankles would be held to the sides of your ears, a different kind of missionary- sure.
He would start it that way- as missionary. But by the time you noticed Nanami's hands hooking at the ditches of your knees- he was already pushing them up and raising his hips as he maneuvered your hips upwards.
Your cheeks pulsing with blood from the pressure his hips would push against your bottom. Folded to his whim and grateful for it.
What Nanami liked about this- was that he could watch your face churn with every low moan leaving your lips. Showing him that he was hitting the perfect spot at the angle he was thrusting into you.
His knees planted right next to your hips- only one move or two away from a mating press, but not quite there.
But his strong hands holding the back of your calves keeping you in the harsh position would tighten their grip when he would look down to where you were connected.
Choso Kamo
Choso is a simple man. He won’t dance around what he wants and wait for you to guess what he wants when it comes to positions.
Glad that he had no shame in whispering into your ear- “Ride me.” when his cock had ached since your hips started their slow drags against his clothed cock.
Sat on the couch with his hands massaging the plush skin of your hips and thighs. Kissing softly at your collarbones as you raised slowly on his lap.
Your hands tussled in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp between soft tugs.
Choso’s hands were known to wander- up your side or lower on your bottom as you worked yourself on his cock. His lips leaving soft markings at the center of your chest and wherever else his lips could find.
What he liked most was how you set the pace- how it was up to you whether or not to keep the slow, tantalizing pace that had him on the brink of bursting with every lagging roll your hips made.
Even worse when your hands would tug at his hair- giving him more desire to allow himself to succumb to his orgasm. Or when you would purposefully clench around him as you dragged yourself up his cock.
His eyes dared to roll back- feeling as though you were purposefully trying to milk him dry.
And when you would grant him the freedom to fuck up into you- raising yourself till only the very head of his cock was left in the taut ring of muscle. Holding his head in your hands as he braced onto the malleable skin of your hips.
Noses brushing against each other as he looked into your eyes in a plea. Breathing the words, “Fuck me-” in a hushed whisper.
That’s all Choso needed to hear to start bucking his hips into you. Desperate for release and his eyes shut tight, his bruising grip on your ass made it clear that’s what he was waiting for.
And his other favorite was when it was unplanned. Tension so thick, Choso couldn’t bear to inhale another breath if it was not against your lips.
Morning, noon, or night: Choso never hesitated to have you sat on any surface with his hips between your thighs. Kissing you with urge as his hands roamed to the ditch of your knees.
Hiking them up and planting his hands onto the counter- pinning your legs open at the perfect angle for his cock.
And with the pressure- your head pressed against the cabinets, grasping onto his nape as a brace when he plunged into you.
Grateful for any surface there was that angled your entrance with his pelvis- knowing where there was a will, there was a way.
And there was nothing that Choso was more willing to do than have you sat in a cramped space with your legs pinned to the side- perfectly spread for him and his cock.
Suguru Geto
Now, we have already established that Suguru is an ass man- Right?
Geto had a penchant for reverse cowgirl.
Something about watching your cunt suck in as much of his cock as you could- and your hands planted on his thighs, bracing for every slight rise you made with your hips.
And Suguru’s hands? Greedily groping at the swell of your ass and enjoying the show you put on for him. Even giving you a handful of spanks whenever your hips would stutter in the movements.
Even more when Geto would spout some filth at you- how selfish your cunt was, swallowing all of his cock up and not even wanting to move once his head was nestled right next to your gspot.
Urging you to touch your clit- being able to feel every spasm your walls made against his shaft when you would do as he asked.
What Suguru liked most was when he finally came- his spend seeping from your entrance and trickling onto his pelvis with every small shudder your body made from the fill.
Regardless if he had just come inside of you- Suguru had no doubts in pulling you off of his cock and guiding you by the hips to let him taste you.
Ending up in a lazy 69, your mouth held on his tip with your tongue licking small swipes at his tip- your moans vibrating against his twitching cockhead as he greedily ate out the mess he spurt into you. Less for his pleasure- more because he liked the face you would look at him with when he was done giving you another orgasm.
As though you had never seen such filth in your life before then- like that was the nastiest thing he had ever done to you.
You looked at him the same way every single time he would pull some out of pocket shit like that- and that’s what brought a smile to his face.
Knowing that anyone after him will only do a whisper of the things he would do to you.
Hiromi Higuruma
When it came to his favorite kind of intercourse- Hiromi always feigned being too tired to do all the work.
Urging you to use him as you pleased- that if you wanted to fuck, you’d have to do it yourself. Not because he was lazy- or was actually tired.
But because of the softness your hands held in undressing the crucial parts of him- undoing a few buttons at the top of his dress shirt, loosening his tie, and undoing his belt and the button of his slacks. Giving him a few strokes to wake his half-hard cock with an eager smile.
And when he was as ready as you were- standing tall with your mouth watering from the sight, you lowered yourself onto him. Shameless and uncaring if his eyes looked at you with amusement circling his pupils.
He told you to use him, and you weren’t going to let that opportunity go to waste. So determined to finish yourself off and leave Hiromi as he is, using the same excuse he made if he wanted more.
Hiromi did it for the sole purpose of being able to watch you with tired eyes- already fucked out from a few rolls of your hips with your hand making small circles against your clit.
And as your lips pressed soft kisses at the side of his neck- your hands braced on his shoulders and your hips threatening to stutter. Hiromi couldn’t help but descend into the slow pace you held- closing his eyes and enjoying the mouthwatering strokes you made.
Even if his hands were at your hips- caressing the skin softly with his thumbs to encourage you to finish. The burning ache in your thighs and the growing frustration in your lower tummy were far too much to keep going.
And Hiromi felt as though his cock could get harder inside of you when you would look at him with bleary eyes- asking him to help you with a pouty lip.
Hiromi- being the man he was, he would help you.
Bend you over the nearest surface with a strong willed hand on your hip. Lining himself up with your entrance again, and his other hand pressed your neck onto the surface.
Your hands placed on either side of your face as he sunk himself into you again.
Hiromi’s thrusts start slow, a stark contrast to the mean grip his hands held against your skin. But with every thrust— each one firmer than the last, came the realization that Hiromi wasn’t as tired as he claimed he was.
But you, too stuffed of his fat cock to care right now- raised on your tiptoes as his hips inched you further and further on the counter.
His hips unforgiving, and his mouth the same. Littered with grunts and low moans between every mutter he made. Calling you greedy for wanting him to help- and being able to feel your cunt tremble around his fast-paced shaft at every mean name he murmured with tenderness.
Atsuya Kusakabe
Kusakabe knew what he liked, and didn't. He knew which way to bend you over in a way that made his cock twitch in anticipation from just looking at you.
What he liked most was when he would be laid up on the bed, the broad of his shoulders pressing against the headboard with you in a reverse cowgirl. Slowly riding him with his hands massaging your hips.
His eyes always caught on every small thrust you would make, on the pretty curve of your back and how it glistened with a light sheen of sweat from how worked up you were getting.
Your hand met his on your hip, and the other held you up as you slowly rode him. Fully and wholly splayed for his greedy eyes that wished to look at every part of you.
Where your cunt was swallowing his cock with ease, the swell of your ass lightly rising and falling with every grind you made. Every shudder your shoulders when you would grind down into the perfect spot.
And when you would look over your shoulder, only seeing the curled corner of your lip and your hazy eyes looking back at him.
Even more when his hands tightened their grip—a whimper laced with a giggle leaving your throat at the little bite he made at his bottom lip. A low groan in admiration rumbled from his throat at the scenic view he had.
And when Kusakabe felt a little mean- He would press you into a lazy prone bone. His arms caging you in between the bed and his body with his cock making sloppy strokes into your entrance.
Purposefully dragging out his thrusts just so you’d ask him to go faster. Laced with a whimper and bordering on illegible- but you still asked.
He would lean down into your ear, pull himself from your warmth- as slow as he could and tell you; “You want it faster- do it yourself.” and would watch your hips desperately pound back into him.
Unpatterned and sloppy as you fucked yourself on him. Your hands gripping at the pillows as he huffed in amazement. Knowing you were stubborn and willing to take on any challenge.
But this- The sheer sight of you moving your hips at the speed you wanted made him want to give you what you wanted. In his brain, itching to provide you with the fast pace you requested.
But maybe he was just mean enough to keep you like this longer. Have you fuck yourself silly on his cock- all while moans mixed with hushed pleads leave your lips.
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(a.n) wow my very first kusakabe piece, dedicated to the kusakabe fuckers in my asks ✊🏽 imma take a nap now
JJK- Hiromi x bratty! intelligent! reader with a smart mouth and a lack of self preservation. Hiromi’s a patient man but there’s only so many bratty comments he can take before he’s bending her over his knee and putting her in her place. maybe soft sex and praise after.
i headcanon him as a man who wears rings, take from that what you will. 😉
Sypnosis - Read above request.
Warning(s) - None, this is just smut.
A/N - First time writing for Higuruma! I actually continued reading the JJK manga specifically for him, and honestly, I'd like to write for him more.
! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !
Slap!
"What? You really thought that I'd let you get away with makin' snide little comments like that?" Hiromi's voice is a gentle brush against your ear, his teeth nibbling at your lobe and tugging down on it just hard enough to make you moan out in both pain and pleasure.
He smooths his hand over the curve of your ass, the cool metal of the rings he wore soothing the light burn that his repeated slaps had left behind. His lips turn upward in a smirk, half-lidded eyes flickering to meet your own as your back arches into him, tiny whines falling from your parted lips.
"What? Was someone jealous?" Your tone is teasing as you tilt your head in Hiromi's direction, smirking at him as his hand stills against your skin, a shiver running up your spine at the borderline predatory look that glazes over his eyes.
Roughly, Hiromi turns your body around, hands squeezing firmly at the skin of your hips as your chest presses flush against his own. His lips ghost over your own, quirking up in a shit-eating smirk as your mouth chases his. A whine leaves your parted lips as he leans back from you, denying you of the one thing that you were so desperately craving – him.
"C'mon Hiromi," you breathe out, voice a tiny bit whiny in that way that he loved. He chuckles, his breath fanning over your face as he brings himself just a touch closer to you, the tips of your noses brushing against one another.
"Awe, now we're begging? What happened to that snappy little attitude you had before? Tell me where that went," Hiromi teases with a raise of his eyebrow, eyes flickering down to your lips before they return to your half-lidded gaze.
You remain silent, your arms wound around his neck. In an attempt to break him, you trace your fingernails along his nape, smirking at the shiver that it sends up his spine. He sighs, and you know that you've successfully broken him – he couldn't hold himself back from you for too long anyway. If anything, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him...if not more.
"Thought you liked my little attitude," you grin, tilting your head and moaning quietly into Hiromi's mouth as his lips crash onto yours, unable to hold himself back any longer. One of his hands lifts to cradle the back of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.
His teeth playfully nip at your bottom lip, smirking down at you as you pull back from him. Your eyes are half-lidded, gaze glazed over with lust as Hiromi’s hands begin to roam your body again — one hand resting on your ass while the other hikes up your thigh to wrap your leg over his waist.
His head dips down, lips just barely grazing the skin of your neck. His teeth drag over your pulse points, a chuckle rumbling in his throat as your back arches, chest pressing impossibly further into his own.
“You’ll be the death of me, y’know that?” Hiromi murmurs against you, his hands roaming lower until his palms roughly grope at your ass. A shocked moan falls from your parted lips, eyes momentarily falling shut as you press yourself further into Hiromi.
One of his hands begins to shift, fingers running over your soaked panties and smirking at the slickness that seeps through the lace. “Well isn’t that something?”
You sigh, head falling forward so that your forehead grazes the expensive fabric of Hiromi’s suit, desperately whining. Your hips shift, searching for friction against his fingers — friction that he doesn’t grant you.
“Hiromi please,” you rut your hips against nothing, Hiromi’s fingers had already moved from where they were teasing you. “Fuck.”
Hiromi smirks, his hands gripping at your hips and steering you to the seat in his office. You gasp, the backs of your legs hitting against the leather seat before you’re sitting down, staring up at Hiromi.
“What happened? Thought we were bolder than this,” Hiromi comments with a tilt of his head, lowering himself to his knees in front of you, fingers tapping teasingly against your thighs.
“Fuck…you,” you pant out, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as Hiromi slowly lifts up the skirt that you had decided to surprise him with — a dangerous choice, really.
“Oh honey,” Hiromi grins like the Cheshire Cat, “you aren’t doin’ any of that.”
Your chest heaves as you glance down at Hiromi, who had already taken the liberty of tugging your panties to the side, running the tip of his index finger over your folds — collecting your slick on his skin with another smirk.
He swirls his finger over your clit, just barely touching it and smirking to himself as your head falls back, desperate moans falling from your parted lips.
“Pretty little thing,” he murmurs, replacing his finger with his tongue. Your hands fly instinctively to his hair, tugging at the roots and biting back a scream as he sucks your clit between his lips. Your fingernails dig into his scalp, scratching at it – that earns you a groan from the man beneath you. The vibration sends a delicious tingle through you, another desperate moan falling from your lips.
“Hiromi,” you whimper, body jolting forward as his hands lay flat against your thighs, the cool metal of his rings sending shivers through you.
You can feel his lips turn upward in a smirk against your skin, his tongue stopping and his head pulling back from its place between your thighs. You whine out at the sudden loss of contact, trying desperately to tug him back to you.
“Oh you’re in no state to be demanding princess,” Hiromi all but purrs, rising from his place and glancing up at you. Your chest heaves in desperate, panting breaths, fingers still tangled in Hiromi’s hair. You don’t dare to tug on the strands, not wanting to face a more unbearable punishment than what you were already being subjected to.
His hands swiftly lift up your skirt, hands running over the curves of your hips. You shiver, the cool metal of his rings starkly contrasting with the little flames that had already erupted along your legs.
“Hiromi—“
“Shut it,” he purrs into your ear, one hand already undoing the buckle of his belt. You don’t dare to go against his word, not when he was riled up and ready to make sure that you weren’t able to walk come the next morning. “I don’t wanna hear another word outta that disrespectful little mouth.”
You press your lips together, whining as he rubs himself along your entrance, his tip just barely teasing your clit. You rut your hips against him, desperate for any little bit of friction. Hiromi’s hands shift to your waist, holding it roughly and effectively pausing your movements.
“C’mon now, thought you were smart enough to follow instructions,” Hiromi teases with a raise of his eyebrow, looking at the desperate expression painted onto your face. God, you looked fucking amazing.
You open your mouth to retaliate, wanting to be snarky, but Hiromi effectively cuts you off by pushing himself into you. You gasp out a whiny moan, screwing your eyes shut as he bottoms out, then shifting his hips back just enough to pull halfway out before he slams right back into you.
“Fuck!” you squeal, moaning as Hiromi lifts your legs and folds you into a wonky attempt at a mating press. He groans, then picking up the pace and rutting his hips into you. “H-Hiromi!”
He grins, reaching a hand down to press two fingers against your clit, circling it quickly. Your pussy flutters around him, which makes his own eyes roll into the back of his head. “Fuck princess, always takin’ me — so fuckin’ well,” he pants into your neck, biting lightly down onto your pulse point.
“S-shit! Nghh — Hiromi,” you moan wantonly, not even caring if any of his coworkers happened to be passing by his office. You can feel him so deeply inside of you, his tip nearly kissing your cervix with each thrust of his hips. Your legs are pinned against your shoulders, toes curling as you feel that familiar knot begin to coil in your stomach.
“There we go princess,” Hiromi murmurs against you, relishing in the sound of his hips slapping against your own. His fingers pick up their pace over your clit, grinning as a choked moan gets caught in your throat. He leans up, pressing his lips to yours and promptly swallowing your moans.
His hips continue to slap against your own, tightening the coil in the bottom of your stomach. You whimper underneath him, head thrown back and eyes screwed tightly shut as moans of his name fall from your lips like a desperate plea.
He reaches down, thumb pressing against your clit before moving in quick circles over the bundle of nerves. You gasp out, back arching as your nails bite into his arms — wanting to push him away but at the same time craving the sparks of pleasure that his touch sends through you.
“Hiromi — fuck, ‘m cumming!” you mewl, lips parting in one last drawn out moan before you feel the coil in your stomach snap. Your pussy flutters over Hiromi’s cock, that which earns you a broken moan from the man hovering above you.
“Fuck princess,” he murmurs, hands bracing against your hips, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver. He glances up at you, smirking to himself at your fucked out expression and the way that your hair clings to your forehead.
Hiromi pulls out slowly, grinning to himself as you moan out at the empty feeling he leaves behind. Your chest heaves as you catch your breath, adjusting yourself only to groan inaudibly at the slight ache in your legs — a sight that Hiromi has the gall to breathily chuckle at.
“Y’alright there honey?” Hiromi inquires, resting a hand behind your back and helping you in sitting up. He flashes you an apologetic grin, one that you bite back your own smile at the sight of.
“M’fine,” you murmur, smiling tiredly at Hiromi. He nods understandingly, looking around his office before his attention returns to you. You chuckle, gesturing with your head towards his suit pocket. He rolls his eyes teasingly at you, then reaching into the previously mentioned pocket and removing a handkerchief.
“C’mon honey, spread them for me again,” Hiromi urges softly, nudging your knees. You raise an eyebrow playfully at him, a small smirk spreading across your face as you tilt your head.
“Already ready for round two Mr. Higuruma?”
Hiromi rolls his eyes at you, dabbing the handkerchief against your now exposed pussy, cleaning off the remnants of your visit to his office. “I would, but Miss Bratty ain’t up for it.”
You giggle, closing your eyes momentarily as Hiromi leans down to affectionately press his forehead against your own. He pulls back briefly, pecking your forehead.
“Can we get ramen?”
Hiromi sighs, hanging his head for a moment before smiling at you. “Alright honey, but don’t blame me if you can’t walk.”
