[id: a white userbox with a blue border on the left is a picture of gojo and getou from the manga jujitsu kaisen in blue and blue text that reads “this user would like to be in a polyarmous relationship with gojo and getou”]
“you know i hate messes, including the filthy little whores that make them”
content warning: dom!mr. clean x fem!reader, pet names (messy girl, good girl, pretty girl, doll, baby), masturbation (reader receiving), breath play, squirting, voyeur!mr. clean, degradation (slut, whore), praise kink, fellatio, unprotected sex, cream pie (no breeding kink), couch sex, full nelson, pussy spanking, pain play, cum eating, fingering, no beta we die like men
⊹˚. ♡ i have no regrets
that mr. clean commercial really did something to you.
you felt a little ashamed, really— finding the older man attractive, but the way he worked that mop just did it for you every time. he handled it with such care like caressing a lover's body. his strong, calloused hands gripped the pole firmly as he pushed it across the floors. his built stature withstood the test of time, each muscle bulging and flexing with every movement of the mop.
you couldn’t get over the way his neatly pressed clothing clung to his body leaving very little to the imagination. the white fabric pulled taut over his broad chest blanketing endless planes of bronzed skin. his pebbled nipples poked through tempting you, daring you to take them between your teeth. you imagined what kind of moans he’d make. or maybe he was a grunter…
that tight ass that filled out his trousers so seamlessly could be registered as a lethal weapon if you dared to bounce a quarter off it. the way he rolled his wide hips as he worked his way across the hard wood and that million dollar smile he flashed knowingly into the camera. he knew what he was doing. he was teasing you.
and it was working.
sitting on the couch, you threw your phone aside to dip your hand into your panties, running your fingers through your honeyed lips. your heartbeat stuttered a nervous rhythm as the obscene sounds of your wet pussy filled the room. your cheeks grew hot at the depravity of it all. this was so embarrassing. having the hots for the sexy janitor? but no one had to know. this would be your little secret between you and the man behind the screen.
you slowly dipped your finger in your wet cunt giving it a few experimental thrusts before joining in another. soft moans floated from your lips as you stretched yourself out slowly. you imagined how mr. clean’s thick fingers would fill you up, how they’d run through your folds teasingly just how he did the mop, gripping your plush thighs like a sponge.
you reasoned that his fingers would be munch bigger than yours and decided to slip in a third finger. the stretch had your cunt clenching hard around your digits. your back arched off the couch as you snapped your head back, mouth gaping into a pornographic “o” as you cried out in pleasure.
you gripped the throw pillows that decorated the furniture like a lifeline, the only thing that grounded you into reality as your head floated into the heavens.
feeling the familiar knot in your belly begin to pull taught, you increased your speed fucking yourself with such brisk and hard thrusts that had your toes curly in ecstasy. the even pace was impossible to keep; your movements quickly grew uncoordinated and messy. your arms burned with fatigue while your mind grew foggy from lust. needy mewls escaped your throat and your eyebrows crinkled in frustration, so desperate to reach your end that was so dangerously close.
you slid your hand over your chest covered by the oversized white t shirt you liked to pretend was his, tweaking one of your nipples to further yourself along before trailing up further to wrap your hands around your throat and squeezing gently imagining they were his.
the haze of euphoria and oxygen deprivation was dizzying, heightening the mind numbing sensation of each drag of your fingers against your sensitive walls. you choked out a few moans feeling your pussy spasm as the knot in your stomach pulled taught with agonizing tension before it snapped. you seized up, mouth open in a silent scream before crashing back down into the couch breath ragged and unsteady as you came down from the best high you’ve had in awhile.
and from lusting after mr. clean at that.
you removed your hand from your aching cunt with a small moan, eyes still shut tightly as you waited for you soul to return to your body. you wiped your messy and pruney fingers on your shirt already beginning to feel shame creep up on you.
eyes fluttering open, you almost shit yourself as you screamed seeing the bald man in front of you, cleaning up with puddle that stained your floors with his magic eraser.
your heartbeat was beating so loudly in your ears it was deafening. you didn’t even realize you squirted and who the fuck was this man in your house??
when he looked up at you, face handsome and aged like that finest of wines, bushy white brows quirked as he flashed that same knowing grin, you instantly recognized him. you felt need begin to bleed into you once more.
“such a messy girl,” he tutted as he stood from his kneeling position on the floor, earning him some crackles through his knees.
“mr. clean….” you gasped, in complete disbelief that he was actually here. “how…? “ you began, eyes seeming to travel endless as you lifted your gaze to meet his towering stature.
“magic,” he spoke in a dazzling whisper. a low chuckle shook his chest as he dangled the magic sponge in his hand.
“b-but—“
“you know, a pretty girl like you should really clean up after yourself. a spill like that would surely leave stains if left to seep into the grain of the wood. you should know better,” he spoke, a slight condescending lilt in his deep voice as he wiped his hands off on a clean white towel from his back pocket.
the slight hint of disappointment in his voice, made your heart sink a little in your chest. the man of your dreams was standing right here in your living room and he was displeased with you.
“im sorry mr. clean, i didn’t know. i was—” you began to apologize before the words stuck to your throat like peanut butter feeling the rough pad of his hand caress your cheek. you leaned into his touch with a gentle purr, melting into the embrace.
“you know i hate messes,” he cooed, words flowing so gently and sweetly from his lips, complimenting the subtle crease in his eyes as he smiled down at you, “including the filthy little whores that make them.”
it took you a moment to register his words having been lost in his affection. upon your realization, your doe eyes widened slowly to a frightful width as you lifted your head from his palm.
“mr. clean…” you spoke his name with disbelief on your tongue, yet still so soft and so innocent. the older man revealed in your cute reaction, his kind smile never faultering as he grazed your adorable frightened face with his knuckles. your obedience stirred something in him, so pliable and so reactive to his touch.
“we’re gonna practice cleaning up together, is that alright with you, doll?” he asked kindly, but something in his tone denoted that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. you nodded eagerly, your empty cunt fluttering around nothing at the sensual tone of his words. “but first, we need to make a mess,” he added, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. “may i borrow that pretty little mouth of yours?”
you nodded, taking the thick digit into your mouth nervously, swirling your tongue around it. mr. clean dipped his finger deeper into your mouth guiding you to take more of him.
“you’re a good little slut, aren’t you?” he hummed in approval.
his convoluted praise made your heart flutter in your chest. you’d do anything for any ounce of recognition from that man, so eager to please him.
he removed his thumb from your mouth with a satisfied smirk. “i think you know what happens next…”
and you did. you did know what happened next. your mouth watered for it, already anticipating the weight of his cock on your tongue, eager to see if it looked and tasted as good as you imagined.
the couch ruffled as you shifted onto your knees, now eye level with mr. clean’s pelvis. he watched as you pawed at the growing bulge in his white trousers, eliciting a low growl from him. you quickly worked to unbutton his them, pulling his half hard cock from his briefs.
your senses were immediately hit with the clean scent of lemon breeze that wafted from his groin. you marveled at the way his cock grew in your palm as you stroked him to his full length. it was everything you imagined it to be and more. his neatly trimmed pubes decorated his pelvis like the first dusting of snow on a winter afternoon, standing out vividly against the tan skin below his waist only a half shade lighter than that of the rest of his body. he was hot and heavy in your hand with pretty veins trailing on the underside of his cock. his head was thick and rosy with arousal, glistening with the precum that you spread over his slit with your thumb.
mr. clean’s breath began to deepen and you worked him up, an occasional groan vibrating his chest. you placed a gentle kiss on the sweet spot below his head causing him to twitch in your grasp. a proud smile curled your lips. when you drew a long strip up the underside of his shaft before followed by a few kitten licks on his sensitive head, his hand found your hair, stroking it slightly while subtly urging you to take more of him into your mouth.
you obliged, wrapping your plush lips around the head of his cock, suckling gently on it. the older man groaned above you, digging his nails into your scalp.
“don’t tease” was his short command, his voice gruff and noticeable tense as he sank your head further down his length, puffing air through his nose.
you took him all, the head of his cock kissing your soft palate. releasing him with a gag, you swallowed his length again, bobbing your head around him at a quick pace, hands gripped firmly on his waist.
mr. clean grunted above you, hips rutting into the wet heat of your mouth with low growls in perfect time with your own movements. it was then that the constraints of his cotton tee became stifling. he pulled it over his head and off his body to reveal his golden chest that laid hidden beneath like the finest of treasure. and you just won the jackpot.
you stared up at the man lecherously, gaze low and slutty as you drank in the sight of him before you. your eyes followed the snow white happy trail that snaked up his toned abs cushioned by a thin layer of plush before it spread out over his big burly chest. mr. clean was the perfect picture of human anatomy, truly carved by the steady hands of the god’s.
a smug grin tugged at the lewd sight below him: your lusty expression, damped lashes, and surprisingly clean chin. you were learning…
“that’s enough,” he spoke firmly, pulling you off him, you pouted in protest, already beginning to feel drunk off his cock. or maybe it was the fumes?
you let out a yelp as mr.clean lifted you off the couch with one swift movement like you weighed next to nothing. a mere rag doll for him to throw around and fuck as he pleased. he took his seat on the couch, sitting you down on his lap with your back pressed to his chest.
“so here’s what's gonna happen next,” he growled into your ear. his voice was so low and gruff that it sent goosebumps washing over your skin. “i’m gonna fuck you, okay? and you’re gonna take what i give you. and when i’m done, you’re gonna clean up whatever filthy mess that whore cunt of yours makes, do you understand?”
“yes, mr. clean,” you breathed out. your body grew hot at his words. everything about him was so sexy. he was pulling at every single one of your strings, already knowing exactly how to make you sing for him. your clit throbbed at a steady rhythm while your dripping cunt squelched as you clamped your thighs together, creating such a sinful melody.
it was music to the older man’s ears. he hummed in delight, eyes closed fondly hearing you moan against his ear, head falling back onto his shoulder as he sunk into your sopping cunt.
“shit. slutty fucking pussy sucking me in…” he muttered to himself, his words trailing off as he began to get lost in your warmth.
he took your waist in his big hands, raising you slightly off his chest. you positioned your trembling legs on the edge of the couch to support yourself.
you barely got yourself situated before he began pounding into you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each hard thrust.
you arched your arch back further away from him feeling white hot pleasure zip through your veins and he stretched you out with each thrust, the thick ridges on his cock rubbing and dragging against all the right places that had you seeing stars that twinkled that freshly cleaned glass.
he expertly manhandled your body. so wise and experienced in his old age. you wondered how many women he’s fucked like this — seducing them with his sultry moves, alluring them with his hot bod and his helpful hands. the same hands that held a bruising grip on your waist as he drilled himself into you while grunting through clenched teeth.
your breast sloshed around like water in the air as shameless cries ripped from your throat. mr. clean couldn’t even make them out if he tried, the sounds going out in hiccuped moans and broken syllables. he felt his cock twitch at the sound of you being so drunk off him. he wished he could see that cute little face of yours lost in the pleasure only he could give you.
he knew he wouldn’t last much longer like this. not with you clenching around him like that. he needed to wrap this up but not before making sure you finished first.
he released his grip on your hip to reach around and smack your puffy clit repeatedly almost causing your legs to give out from under you at the delicious mix of pleasure and pain it created.
“look at this greedy little cunt trying to milk me dry,” he goaded. you could hear the satisfied smile on his lips from behind you. “want me to fill you up, is that right?”
you could only moan at his lewd words, their implication only spurring you on. your cunt fluttered around him in anticipation.
the action was not missed by him, hissing in pleasure as you clenched around him. “ i bet you’d —hah— i bet you’d like that, whore, hm?” he huffed out, his breath ragged as he approached his end.
when all you responded with were helpless whimpers he pinched your clit, returning your focus back onto him.
“y-yes!! yes!! g’nna cum!” you squealed, feeling warmth begin to spread through your body like wildfire so close to engulfing you in pleasure.
“that’s it, baby. be a good girl and come all over my cock,” he spoke, as he left wet open mouth kisses all over your neck and ears.
that was the last push needed to end you over the edge, your eyes rolling back into your head as your body tensed, imploding in all consuming flames as you came hard around his cock, leaving thick white cream at the base.
mr. clean followed after you, mercilessly fucking into you with messy strokes, pumping hot ropes of cum into you with a steady pulse.
he pulled out, watching from below as his cum dropped from your spent pussy and onto his stomach in thick white globs.
he dumped your limp body on the couch next to him, eyeing you in mild annoyance while you laid there to catch your breath.
“go on. get to work,” he commanded. “or have you learned nothing?”
mind still fuzzy, you sat and positioned yourself to kneel at his side before bending over to clean up your mess like you promised you would.
he watched lecherously as you lapped up your combined cum off his abs making sure not to waste a single drop. he felt his dick twitch to life again when you looked up from his lap with such a fucked out expression on your face, showing off the white cream on your tongue before swallowinng it down. he could barely hide the look of amazement on his face.
maybe there was a better clean than mr. clean.
“now, that wasn’t so hard, was it, dear?” he asked, his gentle smile returning to his face.
you felt pride swell in his chest when he looked at you, gently petting your hair with his palms, so happy to have pleased him.
“for more cleaning tips visit mycleanbook.ca” he whispered into your ear, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead before disappearing into thin air, leaving a cloud of sparkles and that clean lemon scent that you’d cherish for days to come.
“mr. clean, mr. clean, mr. clean…” you sang gently to yourself, settling further into the cushions, satisfied with a job well done.
summary. yuuta is having relationship troubles, and he isn’t sure how to go about it.
tags. 18+, established relationship, college au, mentions of blood, murder, yuuta pov, mentions of sex
notes. been in a yuuta mood ever since the cockroach chapter, and @vamptomura just gets me when it comes to him. this is just me procrastinating on my other writing. this isn’t edited btw I literally wrote this in like two hours rn.
wc. 2k+
“Where were you? I stopped by the shop to bring you food, but they said you weren’t in today.”
The door squeaks softly on its hinges as you slowly close it behind you. Once the door is fully closed and locked in place, the doorway remains tensely silent. Yuuta watches as you turn to him fully with slightly widened eyes, lips opening and closing as you struggle to answer.
He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he finds himself relishing in the upper hand that he has over you right now. Just this morning you had told him on your daily phone call that you’d be busy at work later tonight. That usually meant you two wouldn’t see each other until the next day, but you’ve been so distant lately that Yuuta’s been yearning for you more than usual. He ached to see you, even if it was just picking up food from your favorite restaurant and dropping it off at the bookstore. It’s still packaged and bagged, now sitting cold on your kitchen counter.
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