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satomatto · 1 year ago

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. //ALL BOYS | hybrid au.

ch: cat hybrids!gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, ryomen sukuna, choso; dog hybrids!geto suguru, itadori yuji, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji; snake hybrid!naoya zenin; dolphin hybrid!inumaki toge; parrot hybrid!mahito; fox hybrids!nanami kento, noritoshi kamo.

cw: concept of hybrids; heat/rut.

tw: breeding kink; hickeys/bites; overstimulation/overexcitement; somnophilia; maybe they all have some yandere-isms; delaying orgasm; multiple orgasms; naoya is as scummy as ever; voyeurism; maybe!non-con; rough sex; who even reads tags; cunnilingus; slit play; submissive!inumaki, yuji; mirror sex; is big dick a warning? big dicks; creampie; pour yourself a warm cuppa, don't be like author; dirty talk; tender sex; size difference.

cw: 6.6k

GETŌ SUGURU

Geto is a nice guy, he won't push you over the top excessively, well able to handle the rut on his own. But it's so boring! In fact, you might not even notice how more and more translucent, wet smudges appear on your mattress every night. He'll even go so far as to use your thighs to recreate the illusion that he's fucking you when the sheets and his hand are no longer enough for self-satisfaction.

Oh, he clearly understands where the boundaries are, firm and unconditional. It's unlikely you'll realize there's something wrong with him before it's too late to do anything about it - he's already struggling to contain himself throughout the day, patiently waiting for the moment when he can touch you with impunity, but if his overall arousal rises even the slightest bit, he'll just short-circuit.

Not in the sense of nonstop, wild fucking - nope, really; his affection and the sweet desire that had overwhelmed him would come out in one solid, warm lump. He'll literally cling to you - he'll wallow in bed with you, wrapped in the sheets, cradling you and sucking on your shoulders and neck, needing attention and stubbornly ignoring your pleas for it to stop, he might even growl at you if you try to break free of his grip. Even though you won't succeed without it - Suguru will still get rougher with you if you offer any resistance. But even so, you probably won't be able to figure out what's exactly going on with him - it's more like a typical bout of tenderness, which he gets quite often because he loves you.

From now on, anything he's done in secret before will no longer be. And you're gonna have to accept that - you should know by now what a piece of shit he really is. This man will do the same thing to you, only now and when you're awake. Oh, don't worry, he won't touch you unless you beg for it. And you will. He likes the way you taste. You can be sure he won't disappoint you; his nimble, harsh tongue sure is capable of a lot - how long do you think he will let you go? I hope you know that his stamina increases a lot during the rut.

You'll probably wake up one day to the unearthly sensation of his tongue in your hole as Suguru moans into your pussy, obviously touching himself down there, making you cum for the umpteenth time in a row. Or from the way he, decides to take advantage of your hips while you sleep peacefully in the, now shared, bed. Sly dark eyes look completely innocent - like he's picking out a bun for his breakfast - oh, baby, he's not doing anything wrong, so you don't have to forgive him!

"Nah, nah, nah, calm down, honey. It's no big deal." Someday, that sly squint will drive you crazy.

GOJŌ SATORU

An already very insolent creature turns into an absolute asshole whose meanness is elevated to an absolute. Oh, do you really want to trade him in for your useless, boring job? Sweetie, you're so naive to believe he'll let you out of bed for a couple hours. You'd better take the weekends off, for the duration of his rut, because he won't be thinking about secondary things like your general busyness. When mating season starts - all you have to worry is him. Your only concern, to whom you'll have to give all your free (and not) time, one way or another.

This guy remains a teaser even when he himself is panting with desire. He has the stamina, frankly, to taunt you despite his aching cock, even in moments of complete shutdown of any self-consciousness - it's like his second nature. One of his favorite tricks is to pump you as much as he can into you, making sure your eyes roll back as hard as they can and your throat makes those sweet sounds of pleasure just for him, turning your poor, already fucked-up brain into a fucking mess.

Gojo always demands a lot of your attention, but then again, almost all of the unpleasant aspects of his personality are more pronounced when mating season begins. His favorite thing to do during this time is to make you almost cry with pleasure while you squeeze his cock so sweetly. His stamina on such days is just off the charts, if on normal days you passed out from overexcitement and fatigue, what do you think will happen then when he wants to fuck you for hours on end? Nothing good, that's for sure. It'll be a half dream and half vision for you - you might pass out during the process and then suddenly start screaming, probably from the pain in your tortured pussy when you wake up - if he's already on instinct, he'll cum in you over and over again, squeezing your thighs until he passes out, or until the obsession wears off.

Satoru even can help you take a shower, though he has a negative attitude toward it, rather than a tolerant one. In fact, you really need his help, because even standing up afterwards can be a bit difficult. I strongly recommend not to refuse it - during his animal outbursts, you better not argue with him (yes, he cares about you purely on instinct). A man will prefer you to complain less and listen to him more - even if all he can utter is inarticulate mooing and scraps of simple words, which is highly expected at the peak of his rut. Along with that, he's soothed by the sound of your voice-even if sometimes his brains are so cluttered that he has no idea what you're saying, able to recognize only intonation and subtly sensing any change in your speech.

"Mm, sweetie, I don't think…" Even after half an hour this sentence was still not finished. Well, he really doesn't think.

NAOYA ZEN'IN

This naga really annoys you. In fact, Naoya thinks you owe him a debt. To be grateful or not is up to you, but his opinion is the only constant: you were chosen by him, so you belong to him now, and you should be grateful that he treats you that way. He will make you say those words over and over again, delaying orgasms, or covering your body with love bites (careful, he's poisonous, but you might say you're lucky - there's an aphrodisiac flowing in his fangs right now, thank him for that <3). Maybe that's not enough? Don't worry, he'll go to the lengths of hurting you for real too, mere spanking and pinching will seem like child's play compared to what he'll do if you don't satisfy him and his sick fantasies.

Fortunately or miserably, this bastard is perfectly in control of himself during the breeding season. Even if he's pounding and shaking at times, if you see him curled up in some dark and warm corner, know that there's no cause for concern - it doesn't hurt him much, just his body doesn't know where to put all that energy. However, Naoya himself perfectly knows where he can use it. If you hear a soft crackling sound from somewhere behind the door, don't be in a hurry to take off your clothes - you can change later, but if the crackling sound is accompanied by a hiss, you'd better turn into a docile and submissive slut and spread out on the bed, throwing your new outfit as far away as possible.

As said above, the naga is perfectly self-controlled, so don't be surprised if you feel the tip of his tail between your legs, playfully stroking your thigh and pressing against your heat through your clothes. Yes, Naoya does it on purpose - just to watch your reaction. It gives him a kind of… Voyeuristic satisfaction - sort of the same nature as those rare occasions of watching you from behind closed doors while he tries to touch himself as quietly as possible, drilling you with the stare of narrow, golden eyes while you unsuspectingly pull off your clothes and wiggle your hips ever so brazenly. He could go further - he knows you won't stop him, but he won't, torturing himself and even you, who've been guessing a little about his fascination lately, with the agonizing wait, only to be left with nothing.

Of the good (and partly even sad): just because he wants you to carry his children doesn't mean nature agrees with him. His body is incapable of forming "proper" embryos inside the eggs - they're all somehow, in their own way, but defective; most likely this has come about as a result of long and not very skilled breeding, as well as frequent incest, but either way, the fact remains. So, after these sessions, they usually just turn into nothing. Well, really, don't say anything about it. For better or for worse, both are insulting and offensive to him in their own way (you're not going to be well, just trust me).

"What idiotic problem do you have this time? Well, let's solve it together… " A dangerous clicking sounded behind you. Don't turn around.

INUMAKI TOGE

So obedient and endlessly tender boy. While his slit is oozing with lubricant - he tries to continue helping you with the cooking, gradually losing his head more and more. Light, quiet trills come out of his mouth, getting more like a squeak from literally your any movement. You can play with him a little - so vulnerable in this state. For example, you could accidentally spill water on him or knock over a bowl of cream, and then start rubbing the wet, sticky apron, pressing and rubbing the spot as if by accident.

Inumaki wouldn't be able to tolerate this for long. Literally in a matter of hours, he would be completely and utterly transformed into a lustful, needy mess. If he has to beg for your attention, you should know, he will Sharp little teeth will nibble at your skin, leaving light marks on it, and a heavy, husky sniffle will tickle your ear for just as long as it takes. Anticipating your question: no, he won't be able to handle it on his own - his brains were already mush the moment he looked at you.

You can put your fingers in his slit and he'll squirm and moan just from the feel of your fingers in his crotch, but if you push them in a little deeper and massage what's inside… He'll go crazy - you just have to run your fingers over what you might call the underside of his cock; the guy will only whimper and beg you to continue, lifting his hips and moving them to meet your hand. If you don't want him to finish so soon, take your fingers out of his hole and wiggle your fingers around a bit, applying pressure and running them downward. Once his dick slips out, unable to stay there because of the copious amounts of natural lubrication - no matter how much Inumaki wants you to, you can do whatever you want with the guy - he won't resist He just can't.

He always makes that lustful yet totally innocent, angelic face when you touch him. He's happy to let you ride him, during a hot period, he's just not in control of himself (as he's basically always been - a guy can hardly be aware of his actions when he's aroused. You can make him perform the most idiotic action time after time - he won't suspect a thing. Here's the truth, though, that doesn't mean that after Toge cools off a bit, he won't blush and run off somewhere far away from you; don't be unkind). But, if you're starting to think he's a snot, he's not so much submissive as horny, and in that state of mind, easier to hand over the reins of control to someone who's not completely out of his head and capable of doing the right thing.

Just drag him into the bathtub - you'll be instantly pinned to the wall, because he's no longer in control of his transformation, at a time when even his thoughts are flowing sluggishly, with great difficulty - barely. Caress his thighs, the place where the human part of him touches his tail. His belly will turn pink and his slit will begin to ooze lubrication. His chirping will softly caress your ears, and his naughty fingers will find your warm spot pretty quickly. Seeing you enter a state like his makes Inumaki bite his lip. Careful with that, though - the teeth, which aren't large, are all razor sharp.

"Hn-n," the guy moans, followed immediately by a short, loud and awkward trill, cutting himself short. But why, such a sweet sound isn't something to be embarrassed about.

ITADORI YUJI

This guy is actually obsessed with your butt. The enthusiasm with which he moves his hips into you and digs his hands into your plump ass every time, kneading it like dough - real dedication, any way you look at it. He doesn't usually have this kind of eagerness, but right now, it looks almost desperate - the occasional thrusts and the subtle whimpers continuously emanating from his throat are so turned on. Despite the fog in his head, he's still trying to hold himself back for you - it's so sweet, don't you think?

Itadori will try so hard for both of you - so hard that you'll have to force him to let you go so you don't both die of dehydration and you stop getting a hellish cramp in your hips with every thrust he makes. He'll use your holes around the clock if you let him - but he's a good boy, so he'll stop if you ask him to. In other, don't expect any indulgences, he has almost low control over himself, being at the mercy of his instincts and hellish, unbridled arousal all day long - poor Yuji himself is waiting for it all to end, it exhausts him almost to the point of insanity.

He loves making you cum at the same time as him; at the same time, he's always hungry for your praise - he literally melts from it, go ahead. You can gently touch your belly as you sit on his knot, push a little on the protruding outline of his cock - this boy already whimpers every time you squeeze him, hell yeah he'll go crazy Yuji just can't help himself and will start licking your face like a real puppy, and please - please (!), touch it, touch it lower…

It might be safer for you to wait it out, but I'm afraid that if you do, Yuji won't be able to forgive himself or you. He'll be able to let you go, he won't hold you back, but his trust in you will be shattered. Okay, if it happens in the beginning, before the guy even touches you, but if you disappear a couple days later, or even near the end, Itadori will be very worried about it. Yeah, he'll be freaking out - what if he did something wrong? Did he hurt you? Or maybe you just stopped liking him? No, no. For a creature who only seeks your approval, this would equate to a simple ditching - you'd break his heart.

"P-mg-please…!" Itadori is rendered speechless by how skillfully you saddle his hips. Don't slow down.

MAHITO

Mahito is crazy on his own - the heat has almost no effect on him unless he wants it himself. If you think he doesn't normally touch you - you are sorely mistaken. He may spend nights exploring your body out of pure interest, Mahito won't hold back his curiosity even if you catch him doing it - in fact, it will only encourage him to continue, even with more fervor, roughly touching everything he can reach with his fingers.

The guy will spread your legs, playing with your hole and rubbing your wretched clit until you start gasping from overexcitement and inability to cum. Oh, this guy is cunning - he'll use every trick in his arsenal to bring you to the point of exhaustion. You may be wondering why you can't cum. It's simple really, Mahito just won't let you do it until he's played with you. You're wondering "how"? Well, speaking of his tricks, some manipulation of your soul results in this - you'll start feeling his touch everywhere, by the end of your adulteries, there won't be a place on your body that this pervert hasn't touched; indeed, inside you too.

He'll let you play with the feathers on his wings. In truth, he looks more like a particularly fluffy bat than a bird. They're actually very soft, but you don't want to touch them for too long - just look at his eyes at that moment and you'll understand. If suddenly he grabs you and presses you against him, burying his nose in your neck, don't twitch, and certainly don't try to break free. Relax and sit like that for a few minutes - settle on his hips, make yourself as comfortable as you like, fidget as much as you like - the guy's like Ken in there, so you don't have to worry about that, but you don't want to provoke his irritation.

On average, it's still not that bad. If only Mahito didn't clean out your fridge daily, things would still be exactly as they should be. But, of course, the weirdness doesn't end there - one day he might just come along and screw your ass - it's up to you to decide what to do about it. Hopefully you know how a prostate massage is done, it will probably be enough for him - at the very least just play with his hole, oh it will throb so violently every time you hit some point deep inside the guy. After all, this creature better not be denied too harshly.

"Ha-ha-ha!" The guy laughs loudly as you burrow your fingers into his feathers. Just, don't yank those overly hard.

NANAMI KENTO

Nanami is a sufficiently mature man to sit down with you before all of this and discuss some of the details of the coming period. Along with that, you have to decide what to do about it - he'll ask you a few times if you're ready for it before settling down and leaving you to mull over what's going on. The fox has enough control over his state of mind that, if anything, he'll be able to stop in time and not hurt you much - at most, it'll be bruises on the wrists he likes to hold above your head so much. Usually, he tries to finish as quickly as he can, but sometimes he'll catch on.

You might regret allowing yourself the idea that sex with him is boring when the man continues to lazily thrust into you after two hours, not wanting to stop and shoving his cock into your tortured holes no matter what. But judging by the fact that even in this state, Kento continues to care about more than just his own pleasure - you're bound to cum next. Probably more than once. A man likes it when you beg him and call him daddy. He has no idea why, but it makes him fuck you rougher, counting to sparks from your eyes and buckling legs, possibly affecting your ability to sit up properly or even stand without bending over from the pain in your stomach and ass… It's sure to be worse than your period.

Kento is a responsible man, he will definitely take care of his partner afterwards, because he knows very well what state you're in right now. He'll help you get to the bathroom if you don't mind - he'll even wash you with a nice bit of warm water, and in the morning you'll have breakfast waiting right in bed. After all, like a true gentleman, he should take care of you, no matter how tired he is; after all, you also took care of him. The only exception is when you make him jealous. In those cases, he is unable to even clean himself up, let alone do anything else. And, you're already wondering how to do it.

After this ambiguous period, Nanami will lose a lot of weight because his body can no longer consume food in the same quantities as it did during the rut. At times, he will simply forget to eat, due to his poor condition - frequent dizziness and general weakness, he will be immensely pleased if you show care towards him. It is better to ventilate the apartment more often - low temperatures man tolerates better than heat - and already tired of this condition, the man will want only normal rest. In addition, it is worth specifying the fact that he has a very sensitive sense of smell. Sharp odors irritate him, be careful with this.

"Are you alright?" A slightly hitched, loud breath comes out of the man's chest with a slight whoosh.

NORITOSHI KAMO

Noritoshi is a pretty darling dude, he's embarrassed enough to talk to you about it, but he'll definitely give you a couple words of warning so it's not a total surprise. Sweetness, he just doesn't know what to make of it. It's just as unfamiliar to him as it is to you - feeling his own body in this way is obviously new to the boy. So, he will definitely ask for your help in solving this problem.

During the rut, the guy stays calm and even seems a bit sleepy, and that's actually true - if he could, he'd be asleep all day long, but alas, it will not be possible to just lay this thing off - no matter how much he wants to. If the fox seems a little grumpy to you at first, that's normal. Aggression in the first couple of days is natural for his species, and even though he tries his best to keep it to a minimum, his fluffy tail will still rise up every time he sees you. Massage his head, especially near his ears, and play with his hair a bit - you can comb it with a coarse-toothed comb to relax him.

The guy is as calm as a boa constrictor during this process - he has only one goal, to release tension; mostly his own, but you can work with that - the guy just doesn't know what to do with you, guide him a little, help him understand exactly what you want from him and he will pick it up immediately - he learns quickly. After all, Camo is well aware that there's not much you can do alone - he's at your pleasure, especially when he's blown away. The pace stays the same, darling, you probably won't even notice it, because you'll be blacking out just a couple minutes after the guy enters this state - most likely neither you nor he will understand why it happened; he - because he doesn't remember anything that happened to him during this state, you - for obvious reasons, just can't know it. Only the marks on your body and neck will be any hint of what happened.

Noritoshi is trying to take care of you - he's not a stupid person and realizes that you need follow-up care, even if you seem quite alert. He will gently but insistently guide you to the bathroom and put you to bed, perhaps he can also stretch your stiff legs if he notices that you can't find a comfortable position. You can ask him for help at any time - his fluffy ears will instantly turn in your direction, and he'll listen to your every word.

"Lay still, you need to rest." To the question: "do you?" the guy only lets out a slight, barely elusive chuckle and sighs deeply.

OKKOTSU YUTA

It's not so clear-cut with him. You can't be fully prepared for your furbaby's heat, no matter what you do before it. No one knows what will suddenly click in his poor head and what he will do to fulfill his desires. You don't have to worry, though - he treats you like a princess, carries you around on his arm and makes you stay close to him; even if you don't like it very much, I highly recommend listening to him. Well, if it makes you feel any better - Yuta will always be more dangerous to others than to you.

Oh, his flushed face is so inviting. Press your lips against his - bite them, kiss them like it's your last time, and he'll return the favor. Yuta usually moves at a relatively slow pace, letting you relax and get used to him - to fully experience the process. The tingles rushing across your skin like electric shocks, something brackish on your lips, the cool air from the room contrasting so sharply with the heavy, hot breath that mingles with your languid moans caressing your ears.

Okkotsu likes it when you're on top. No, you still don't have complete control - Yuta is like a caring, overprotective parent, sort of letting his baby have all the fun he wants, but ready to interrupt and take over at a moment's notice. In fact, he really does treat you like a baby. Despite the external insecurity, the guy is really aware of what he is doing and what consequences can come out of all this - he has plenty of responsibility, but sometimes it's hard to take him seriously. Ah, yes, in spite of that, you still have to deal with a little bit of guardianship from his side, although it should be the other way around, but that's another story.

This cutie is hungry for affection - you can touch him everywhere, from his soft (slightly greasy) ears to the tip of his tail. His reaction will probably be the most adequate - he likes to be touched, but he is calm about it, without much passion, like a normal cat, even when he is constantly in a state of slight excitement. Unless your actions become a little more intense. A little more pressure, a slight pull, a soft and rhythmic massage, lower… This will already be perceived as a signal for action. But don't worry, you can touch him at any time without any problems - he even encourages it. In his own way, with a short lick on the cheek or a playful nibble on the neck, but he's really pleased that you're taking such initiative.

"Hey-hey-hey-hey, sparkle, that's not the point-you shouldn't be walking around like that after being so overwhelmed!" The guy turns around to see you, awakened by the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen and now frozen in the doorway, wagging your tail unhappily as the oil in the pan sizzles and shoots upwards. Oops, looks like you accidentally ruined the surprise.

RYŌMEN SUKUNA

Do you think he's possessive? Well, I'll stop you in your tracks - more like yandere on steroids. You'll have to take a day off work - better a vacation right away, because Sukuna will not tolerate other people's scent on you at any stage of his rut - none at all, except his own. Be sure that you have enough food at home, because heaven forbid you should bring even that slight residue of perfume from the elevator on you… It won't be good for you or the unfortunate person whose cologne was left hanging in the air before it settled on your clothes.

Sukuna treats you like a sex slave, a fuck toy, an inferior being, even with his four arms around your frail body and his cocks deep inside your insides and his dry lips whispering dirty words in your ear. His attitude won't change, darling, but you'd better always stay within the confines of the same room with him and obediently spread your legs whenever he demands it. In fact, you can initiate intercourse yourself - he won't stop you from pleasuring him, but know that even after that, he'll be sure to fuck you properly.

His favorite spot is the windowsill; pressing you against the glass, knowing full well that someone might notice you… There's something about it. For some reason, a man especially likes to bend you roughly over right in front of him, making you rest your hands on the frame and shiver with each of his thrusts, while all his hands move slowly all over your body - stroking every curve, your swollen tummy, the waist so perfectly suitable for him to place one pair of his hands on it, your sweet titties bouncing with the rest of your body, while down below, your womb making the loudest, most shameful sounds just for him - Ryomen loves you whole and entire, even if he will never admit it to you or to himself. Oh, if you can ever forget him (which is impossible in itself), the feeling of his cock in your pussy will not be erased from your memory. He is the master in your relationship, rather than you. And he likes to pamper his pet.

Sukuna has a very sensitive tail. If you ever want to touch it, ask permission, and then treat it as if it might fall apart at the slightest gust of wind. Under no circumstances, God forbid, do not sit on it. Never, ever. Ryomen will not look at your relationship or your affection and empty, stale feelings as his heart. He might not kill you, but he'll maim you for sure. In fact, he'll like you all he wants, but you're not likely to bounce back quickly - and the scars on your body will be an eternal reminder of your small but painful misstep and how dangerous he can be. During sexual intercourse, you can lightly massage the very base of his back - where the fur meets the human part of his back - your actions will definitely be met by his approving purr, which may well pass for a growl, only slightly muffled (only for you!). The only thing - make sure that your hands are dry, and the fur does not stick to them (and it is better to touch only human skin around. That area is also sensitive, but he'll probably like it better).

"So pretty, little slut… Come on, come on, get your hand away from your face - I want to see your adorable face!" Mockingly mutters Ryomen, continuing to move, and making you bite your lip as both of his cocks pierce your holes - too much? You beg him to stop.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

Even if Megumi is collected and calm at first, eventually even he'll start to waver. His seemingly stable state will become a trap - he'll be ready to tear you apart if you get too close, because he doesn't know what to do with his new state yet. It's hard for him; try to talk to him from a distance, offer your help - we are responsible for those we tame. If you can make a deal with him, he'll reluctantly get up and follow you into the bedroom, but if Fushiguro starts turning away from you and snorting, looking away and down, stop trying, it's not going to get you anywhere. Of course, I won't stop you from trying, but who knows what he'll do if you keep seducing him.

The guy will bite you. Back of the neck, almost behind the ear - you know. It's not his bad whim (although it's hard to be responsible for that anymore), it's more of an instinct. Is it so hard to wait for him to tag his beautiful mate? He eventually gets used to all this and starts to take a lot more initiative, sometimes grunting tiredly into your neck and wagging his tail, he still doesn't like his condition, but over time the guy becomes more tolerant of it all - taking it for granted, which isn't great, but anyhow better than a complete refusal to deal with it.

Megumi is a smart boy, he knows exactly what happens if you overdo it, so he always picks a pace that is comfortable for both of you. For some reason, Fushiguro likes sex facing a reflection. He often moves that big full-length mirror in the corner of the room to your bed and spreads your legs in front of it, playing with your wet hole for long periods of time, making you squirm in his arms and beg for his cock, occasionally praising you and mumbling what a good girl you are - so obedient in his arms. It really turns him on, his flushed cheeks and eyes twitching with pure delight - what you'll see in that very mirror, if you can do it, while his fingers are so deep inside you, caressing places you didn't even know existed - you just have to wonder, "How?" he manages to do that with just his hands?

He loves it when you cook his food - your cooking basically. You can spend half a day in the kitchen, be sure your labors will not go unnoticed, he will eat everything and thank you. If suddenly, you're wondering about the reward - don't worry, he's very generous, especially when he's fed and satisfied. Megumi is damn fascinated by the way you try to please him - no matter how he's feeling at the moment, he'll always be mesmerized by the movements of your hands as if under hypnosis. Stroke his head, and once you're free, massage his ears, and he'll be completely at your mercy, his eyes at that moment just something filled with boundless devotion and delight.

"Ha-ah, honey, you're just adorable," Megumi kisses you loudly on the top of your head, caressing your thighs with joy in his gaze and pulling you to him. Ah, yes, the sudden bursts of joy and mood swings were worth getting used to.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

Absolute Asshole 2.0. He knows how much you enjoy riding his cock and takes full advantage of it. Toji teases you on purpose - accidentally miss when he seemed ready to be inside you? Slow down at the most inopportune moment? Oh, along with that, he also enjoys watching you melt, literally fall apart on his cock like a trained slut.

Fushiguro prefers to take turns using your holes, making sure both are filled. It's exhausting - but this man is relentless. With him, you're sure to have a hard time. After two days, there won't be a surface in your house that he hasn't fucked you on. Not to mention he'll snap on the first day - ask him to tie himself up and don't expect fair play. And if he does make the knots tight enough, you'll have to voluntarily do to him what he does to you on your own - not without that, alas.

You'll have to force him into the shower - he'll be completely neglected the moment he decides he doesn't need it. In fact, he does - and even if he doesn't normally smell, during the rut the whole house smells of that disgusting musky odor. Relax, though: you'll eventually stop paying attention to him. Fun fact: in this state, Toji just hates the smell of cherries. If you decide to take a bath, use anything that doesn't have a cherry scent.

At times, Fushiguro will just come up to you and grab you like a teddy bear - twirling you around in his arms until you wrap your arms around him with tears in your eyes. There's something about. The way his big hands hold you up in the air and onto his cock with such ease. Hold on tight, it's really wild. After that, Toji really works up an appetite. A vicious appetite. Even if a man doesn't normally deny himself a refill, now he's just going to clean out your fridge, your cupboards, all the food in the house. You're gonna have to use a delivery guy. Use his credit card for that and don't be afraid.

"Baby, I think that smell is disgusting."

CHOSO

Choso will continue to take care of you even when you're in heat. The only problem is that this time his guardianship will increase many times over. Also, the guy is freezing all the time, and with that comes a panicky fear of water, especially cold water. That's why you'll have to sit with him in a thousand blankets and not the best odor coming from this pile, in which, he also rolled before it. He's a cat with a dog's demeanor.

He doesn't really need sexual stimulation, it's just a supplement. His mind is also consumed by instincts, but they are more about protecting his partner and something like nesting attracts him much more than a rude fuck. Of course, that doesn't mean he doesn't need sexual stimulation at all. You'll also have to spread your legs in front of him on a regular basis, but he'll be much softer, still capable of not completely losing control of yourself or the situation - you can totally relax, he'll do it all. If you're not ready for something more, he'll also accept that you just jerk him off - your hands are much nicer than his, covered with rough skin and calluses. Thighs are also an option - he can handle that part of his rut on his own (relatively), but it's up to you to figure out what to do with the rest.

For some reason, Choso really likes to bite you. Every bit of your body that he can reach, your neck will be covered in multiple painful bites and red marks. I'm afraid it's far from the most pleasant thing that's ever happened to you, but really, you're still lucky that it only takes him out in moments of obsession. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to tolerate it so successfully. If your neck is inaccessible - wrapped in bandages, or you've treated it with bitter medication - he might start doing the same thing to your wrists, or hips.

Guy loves when you talk to him - read him a bedtime story, he'll definitely enjoy it. Sometimes, Choso wakes up completely disoriented, as if he's forgotten where he is and what's going on. At such times, all he has to do is hug you and cuddle as tightly as he can, drawing in air and letting your scent fill his lungs completely. Because of this, Choso is often sticky with you, but he flat out refuses to go outside. At least a moment of peace (but don't stay out there longer than usual - otherwise he'll get anxious and might even follow you. This is especially unacceptable because Choso's spatial awareness is abysmal).

"Please don't move. Let's just lie like this… Just a little longer." The dude clearly doesn't notice the sweat dripping off you. He doesn't notice the sweat dripping off you, either, but he not only ignores it, he purrs low and low, burrowing deeper into the blanket.

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Take Me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Law Professor Satoru Gojo x Student Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is like 29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. In this chap- Fingering, teasing, orgasm denialexplicit sex, breeding kink, desperate needy GOJO (ANGSTY CHAP)

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 8.8k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right? That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU

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♡ ♡ Chapter 11 ♡ ♡

Present

You both stand there now, right in front of Dean Yaga, who is sitting at his desk with your fight with Naoya on the damn tv, pausing when you both kiss after you’ve smacked him with a briefcase. Satoru’s hands are in his pockets, and he’s rolling his pretty blue eyes, as you nervously look down at your feet, as you clench your fists, opening and closing them, panic setting in.

Satoru was going to hate what you’ve done.

The evening before

“Hello?” You’d answered the door tentatively last night, after an exhausting trip back home with Satoru, and you instantly recognized these two, there was no denying the resemblance. This woman with snow white hair and dark blue eyes, and the man with silvery gray hair and brilliant blue eyes.

Fuck.

Those are Gojo’s eyes, except where Gojo’s were so kind, these two had the coldest gaze, so cold it made you shiver just to stand near them. They just stand there, too, looking so intimidating you shrink back now, haughty with this air that Gojo certainly did not have, looking right down their perfect straight noses right at you.

Satoru Gojo’s mom is decked out in some white fur coat, giving some wicked Cruella Duvill vibes, and his dad is wearing an expensive suit, arching a brow as he looks you up and down. They both spare you no pleasantries whatsoever, merely crossing their arms and looking at you with disgust.

“So you’re the new little whore, hmm?” His father asks, and it’s your turn to glare as you stand in your dorm, clutching onto this brass knob, your hand sweaty against it as you endure them.

“Excuse me? Watch your tone, I don’t care how much money you have, you don’t get to speak to me that way.” You say then, earning a raised brow and shared look between them.

“You’re the reason our son now has a record, and has embarrassed the family. You’re also the reason he lost that case, and are straining relationships with the Zenin now.” His father says, and you shrink back then.

“The source of all his problems.” His mom says, eyeing you critically. “He’s been talking of marrying you, imagine.”

Your heart drops.

What?

“As if we’d let you be in our family. A commoner, an orphan.” You blink back tears, as they sting your eyes, stepping back from the onslaught of Gojo’s mother and father.

“How…”

“Oh, we know all about you.” They push their way through as Gojo’s father scoffs and shivers like your dorm is so disgusting, shutting the door behind them. You step back, their presence is fucking horrific. “Isn’t hard to get information.”

How had Satoru ever had to endure these people!?

“Sure, let yourselves in.” You grumble, as they stand there, arms crossed, glaring at you. “I’m sorry about that fight, okay? Naoya threatened me and Satoru just wanted to protect me.”

“Why were you even there?” His mom asks. You sigh.

“I’m a good law student, and was helping Gojo with his case-”

“By spreading your legs and making him think he’ll marry you?” His dad asks sardonically, making you damn near sob right then, your heart pounding in your chest so hard you hear it in your ears.

“You have no clue about our relationship, and no clue who your son even is. Do you know all the hard work he puts in!?”

“So we’ll give you two options.” His mom sits now, daintily on your couch, whipping out her purse now, then she pulls out four fat wads of cash in rubber bands and tosses it at you. It hits you in the face, and you catch it, your eyes widening in horror.

“What’s this for, I don’t fucking want that!” You demand as your blood pressure is rising and making you hot, and when Gojo’s mom smiles, it’s so cold it’s eerie it sends shivers down your spine.

“Take this, it’s forty thousand. Plenty to leave and go to some other law school, it’s your best offer. We’ll make sure no one knows about you and our son, and you can start over somewhere else. Far away from here. Far from Gojo. You’ll never see him again, and you will never talk to him.” She says, as Gojo’s dad nods, his eyes unwavering.

You clutch the money, so much you can feel your knuckles pop, your eyes narrowed into slits now with anger at them. At their audacity, at their blatant cruelty, wanting their son so unhappy. “What the fuck kind of option is that!? Why do you get to determine your son’s fate! He’s thirty!”

“If you don't, we force him to quit, and come work for the family, and we’ll make sure everyone knows about the slutty little whore who tries to ruin our son’s career. We’ll make your life a living hell, and Gojo will be at our beck and call. We know people worse than Naoya, we’ll make sure if Gojo doesn’t, you’ll be gone for good.” You feel horror clutching at your chest at their words, especially Gojo’s mother.

You realize now, that they had paid for Naoya to win, and forced Gojo’s hand, a suspicion you had beforehand. They likely knew what the fuck Naoya has done, and that’s why he was acting so smug, because he had Gojo’s family backing him. He’d already made bail mysteriously, it all starts to make more and more sense, as their despicable nature makes you sick.

Fuck them. Fuck all of them.

You toss the money at Gojo’s mom’s face, and she flinches, her nose turning up, and you’re so mad, so mad you want to just scream and beat them to a pulp. “I’d never take a dime from you, and I’m not going anywhere. If you want to keep him out of my life, you’re going to have to go through me, and I dare you to try it.” Her fury radiates in your little dorm.

“You stupid little bitch!” His mom stands up, slapping you in the face then, you suck in a breath at it, glaring, it takes everything in you not to punch Satoru’s mom in her pretty, snobby little face.

“You have no right to control him, and you will never control me. You think just because you have power that you have power over your son’s happiness?”

Their eyes widen, and Gojo’s dad stands, so does his mom, and you realize you’ve made a mistake. You’re shaking so badly you might just collapse. “We’ll ruin you. We’ll tell everyone how you seduced our son, how you’re just a little whore, trying to get what you can get, and you’ll be kicked out of law school. Your career will be over before it started, and guess who will come back to us to save you?”

“Gojo will do anything for you. Is that what you want for him?” His dad says, and you feel sick, like you can’t even breathe as you stare at them.

“You all are fucking awful. You ruin me all you want, leave him the fuck alone.” You stomp over to the door, going to open it, and Gojo’s mom yanks you by your hair, making you gasp in pain and surprise. You glare up at her, and she’s smirking down at you then.

“Sounds like we’ll get him back with us, then, but trust us, we won’t have poverty trash in our family.” She hisses.

“You don’t have a say in his life. He’s done fine without you, fuck I’d prefer an orphanage over you two.” His mom shoves you into the door now, glaring down at you once more, and at this point his father is just looking at his nails so casually, as if this is common for her.

“You have a big mouth. Want it shut forever?” He asks softly, and you look over to him in horror.

“You all are not fucking serious. Death threats?”

“Promises. We need you gone, Dean Yaga already is set to transfer you far away, we paid him off.” Gojo’s mom’s words are like knives in your stomach, you feel nausea rolling over you in waves.

“If you really love him, you won’t put yourself in more danger.” His dad says, and you start to feel your entire body on fire, as they shove that money back in your hands, gripping your hands into fists.

“Why? What have I even done, you don’t even know me. You don’t even know your own son. What sort of parents are you?” You demand quietly, because now you wonder what the fuck they’ve done to him, now Gojo sobbing about how he doesn’t help anyone makes perfect sense.

They’d put that in his head, the insecurity Gojo hides behind shiny white teeth and a cocky attitude, one you now have learned is a cover, an act, so that he doesn’t get hurt. But Gojo could drop that act with you, fuck Gojo had said forever just the other night, and now they want to destroy it, destroy the happiness you’ve found, and if you don’t go along with it…

They’ll hurt him.

“We let him be a lawyer if you go. You want that, don’t you?” His mom asks, and you’re sobbing now, so broken as you imagine what they’ve done to the man you love growing up. How had he become such an amazing person from them?

“Please don’t do this. I swear I would be good to him. I’ll give up school, law, don’t make me give up Toru.” You beg, sobbing now, tears running hot and sticky out of reddening eyes. They show no caring, no remorse, staring at you with cold eyes that look like Gojo’s, but they couldn’t be further.

“Toru, huh? Well if you love him, you’ll leave.” They shove you, and they walk out, and you collapse on the couch, crying into your hands, feeling so damn pathetic, so helpless, so alone. They had so much power, so much control, and here you were, just trying to be with the goddamn man you love, and it’s like the world is against you.

You can’t do this to Satoru. You can’t.

You sob and sob and sob, and ignore Gojo’s calls, until you shut your phone off for the night. How can you do that to him, how can you be so selfish you ruin his life? Remembering that moment he left that courtroom for you, and that now he has damn near ruined his career to protect you…

Were they right?

Were you horrible for him!?

Present

“You’ve made a smart decision, transferring.” The Dean says then, and Gojo’s mouth drops, sputtering as he looks at you in shock. You struggle not to break into the tears you’d been in this morning, as you watch the love of your life slowly lose his mind over your actions.

“What the fuck!? No she won’t be! This is the best law school-”

“In Japan. Not worldwide.” He cuts Satoru off, and your eyes squeeze shut as you know Satoru is going to fucking lose it.

“Excuse me!?” Satoru screams, slamming his fist on Dean Yaga’s desk now, and you can’t control the tears that fall anymore, you just sniffle them up.

“America, Harvard law. You can’t get more prestigious-”

Gojo cuts him off with a maniacal laugh, mirthless as he runs his hand through his white hair. “America! America? The fuck?”

Dean Yaga strokes his beard with his hand, sighing and leaning back in his office chair. “It’s her best shot, she’ll be hugely successful and as far away from you as she can be. Her other option is to never do law again, and forgo any financial aid for school ever again, disbarred for life.”

Satoru picks up Dean Yaga’s papers, flinging them all across the room, floating around in the quiet office. “Then I’ll leave. Then I’ll move with her.”

“You’ll stay here if you even want her to have that chance, or her career is ruined forever.” Satoru turns to you then, gripping your shoulders, staring at you with insane blue eyes, shattering your heart into pieces.

“You can’t have been okay with this, where’s the fighter? Where’s the girl that smacked that piece of shit Naoya with the briefcase? Where is forever?” He demands, tears filling his own eyes as he shakes you, and you just shatter, unable to even look at him, turning away and burying your face, sobs wracking your body as he shouts your name.

“Leave her be, she made the best decision for both of you, and it clearly was not an easy one. If she didn’t you’d lose your license to do law, and both of your careers, Satoru.” He says, and you hear Satoru’s fist punch something then, making you jerk from the noise.

“Fuck that, really after all I’ve done? You don’t have the power to get rid of my license.”

“I don’t, but others do. She made the right decision. If you care about her you’ll support that, and you won’t conduct yourself this way again with a student.”

Satoru scoffs then, as you peer at him through watery eyes. “As if I’d want anyone else. Nah fuck this, I’ll just leave law, then-”

“Toru, you can’t, you can’t.” You say pleadingly, looking at him with growing fear, of what his parents will do if he won’t. “Toru I chose this.”

He glares now, shaking his head and grabbing your face between his hands, palms freezing cold on your face. “No, you didn’t! He did!”

“It wasn’t even-”

“No! You won’t go anywhere.”

“She will be prestigious, it’s an ideal situation for her, a full ride scholarship to Havard law? Kids like her from such a background can only dream of it.” Dean Yaga says, and Satoru goes to punch him then, only stopped by you yanking on him desperately.

“Toru, no. Please.” You whisper, pleadingly holding his shoulders, and he stops then, heaving breaths, shaking his head again as if to wake up.

“This won’t stand.” Satoru says, and Yaga sighs, rubbing old tired eyes. “You want her to leave everything she knows?”

“She already is set to start in a week. She’ll be better off, Satoru. Now, you’re both dismissed.” He says, and you run out, as Satoru is chasing you, but how do you say it? How do you leave!? The only place you ever felt like home.

“Stop fucking running, stop it.” Satoru yanks you then, his eyes full of confusion and hurt, then when you pull out that envelope from your laptop case, and hand it to him, and he opens it and sees the money, his face drops. You watch realization dawn when he opens it and sees the money. “No…”

“I don’t want it. You take it and burn it for all I care. But yes, if I don’t do this, if I don’t leave and never see you again, Gojo they’ll force you back to the company, and they’ll… get rid of me. Forever. This is our best option so you can still do what you love, I can’t take that from you.” You whisper, and his entire face falls, his beautiful face so forlorn it devastates you.

“The fuck, what’d they say? What’d they do to make you run like this?” The courtyard is gathering around the spectacle that is you two now, and he’s just pulling you closer, cupping your face, struggling to understand.

“They were threatening me, and you if I don’t disappear… they’re horrible, those connections with the Zenin, they have too much power, I can’t let them hurt you-”

“Nah, fuck this. Fuck all of this.” He stomps back into the office, and you follow him, trying to stop him as he slams back into the Dean’s office.

“Satoru…” The Dean says tiredly, and Satoru laughs then at him, yanking off the lanyard and slamming it down.

“I fucking quit.” He says, turning then and the dean stands up.

“You won’t quit, or she won’t even go to Harvard. That’s not an option, or part of our agreement.”

“You’re fucking in on this with my parents, aren’t you?” He demands, looking at him, only for the dean to look down.

“I’m sorry, Satoru but-”

“You are, you are with my parents, and for how long!? They were in your pockets, they weren’t deep enough?” He asks through gritted teeth, big fists clenched so hard you see the veins are raised.

“Listen to me, this is how you stay away from charges, of not just being with a student, but purposefully throwing a case and assault on Naoya. You’ll do potential prison time.” He says then, and Satoru laughs, even crazier.

“I’d lawyer my way out of it, who do you think I am? I’m Satoru Gojo, I can do whatever the hell I want.”

“Then your reputation is ruined. At least this way, your parents will fix it and sweep it under the rug, but only if she leaves. Don’t you see she’s sacrificing herself for you? Don’t be stupid, take this opportunity-”

“You think I care about myself? Nah, fuck you. Oh and let my parents know I’m visiting, we’re gonna have a nice chat.” He drags you by the hand as he walks out, rushing past groups of onlookers and eavesdroppers, and he takes you all the damn way until you’re in front of his car, finally letting you catch a breath.

“Satoru just let me go. You’ll ruin your life for me, don’t do that please!” You’re a mess now, feeling your throat constrict, your chest tightening as you beg the man you love to just let you go.

He cups your face then tightly, staring down at you, his eyes a whirlwind of emotions. “I’ll do anything for you, anything. You’re my life, you, baby. There’s nothing else for me. Why can’t you see that?”

“Oh, Toru…” You’re sobbing now, as he slams his lips on yours, as he hungrily pulls you against him, kissing you over and over, and you melt then, how can you leave him, how could you live? “I don’t know how I’d live without you. My oxygen, my sun, gone.” He’s trembling as he keeps kissing you, pressing you against his car, to a growing audience.

“There’s no living without me, brat. You can’t get rid of me.” He says then, and you both laugh through your tears, desperately clinging to him, as his strong arms wrap your waist, as you are terrified of what the fuck was going to happen, but all you can think is how good he feels, how you can’t let him go.

The murmurs of the onlookers are just static in a television to the sound of your and Gojo’s labored breaths as you stare into each other’s eyes. You know he’s upset you thought of it, of giving up, because of your fear of him being hurt, and fuck if that doesn’t cut deep.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I should have told you, I-”

“No, no, I understand. They’re pieces of shit, and intimidating. Did they hurt you, baby girl?” He whispers, caressing your cheek, and you shake your head, throat tight with emotion as he bends low over you.

“Your mom just slapped me and pulled my hair, that’s it.” Gojo’s grip tightens as you speak, his teeth clenching together, pretty features devastated.

“The fuck?” He bites out.

“Nothing harsh, she’s kinda weak. Prissy. A bitch.” Satoru smiles sharply then, through his own emotion, brushing back your hair and taking shaky breaths as if stroking your hair calms him too. As if he needed you to be real, just like you needed him to be.

“You sure could say that. Now go get your shit, you’re moving in with me.” You gasp in shock, he can’t be serious.

“I can’t!” You say, and he shrugs, kissing you softly, over and over, until for a moment you’re just a girl in his arms.

“You sure can. I’m so rich I could never work again, so fuck all this, and they’ll have you out of here anyway. You’re packing your shit today. And I’ll figure my piece of shit parents out.”

“They’re dangerous, Toru.” You whisper, and he sighs, his lips set firmly.

“I know they are, you have no clue how dangerous, but you underestimate me, little brat you know that?” He is opening the car door then, looking back at the growing crowd of students. “We have an audience, how cute… you really want them to watch us fuck?”

“Satoru oh my god, how can you think about that right now?” You demand, sliding in the seat now, a blushing mess, and he smirks, buckling you up, leaning down across you, as you inhale that scent, the one you never want to leave your senses. He slides next to you then, on his side, starting the car with a purr.

“You think I don’t always want you? You think I would let you leave me?” He starts the air, it blows cold on your overheated skin, leaning across to kiss you once more, so deeply, and you exhale, pressing up for more, as he ignites that tension in your tummy. “You won’t leave me.”

“I don’t want to, I’d be miserable for the rest of my life, Toru, but I love you so much I had to try to protect you.” He laughs softly, thumbs brushing aside the fresh onslaught of tears, then over your swollen lip, pulling it from your teeth.

“It’s my job to protect you, not the other way around.”

“No, it’s our jobs to protect each other, stubborn man.” You whisper, resting your foreheads together as he caresses your waist with his long, gentle fingers, hands overtaking it, your breaths intermingling.

“We will figure it the fuck out together, do you hear me? Now, you’re grabbing what you need for the night, we’ll get the rest of your shit out tomorrow.” Your heart races at his insane plan, was there a plan really?

“This is fucking insane. What’s our game plan?” You ask softly, and he just smirks down at you.

“That’s for me to worry about.”

“Satoru, don't you dare try to sacrifice yourself or something! You can’t go work for them.”

“You mean like you just tried to sacrifice yourself?” He demands, raising a brow, then he dials a number as he begins to drive, making you tense. “Yeah, it sure the fuck is me, your favorite son. Heard you met my fiance?”

Fiance!?

You’re staring with your mouth wide open, brows raised, as he winks over at you, so casually controlling the car and the phone, where you can hear the muffled noises of his mother’s screams.

“Mmm, here’s the thing mom, if you remember correctly, at age thirty I get half your company, as long as I get married. Remember? Mmm, so guess who’s hearing wedding bells.”

Your heart stops.

“You’re marrying her?” You hear the shriek clearly, making Satoru’s mouth quirk up at one corner.

“Sure the fuck am, and you knew that, that’s why you went after her. But you’ve gone way too far, smack me all you want but you don’t touch her. So guess what I’m gonna do with my half when I get my shares? Run your company into the fucking ground, till you have nothing.”

Satoru’s voice is so calm it’s eerie, and you realize how much power Satoru has, how much he’s been holding back, and your love for him grows more, as your hand rests on his thigh, encouraging him.

“Oh so now you wanna talk, huh? What a turn of events, you’re so sweet to wanna see me, Mother. Oh she’ll be with me, all right, so you can fix it, you’re gonna fix all this shit if you don’t want me to ruin you.” He hangs up, tossing the phone into the backseat, and you just stare at him, your heart racing, your breathing erratic.

“Fiancé? Did you just say that to piss them off?” You whisper, and he looks at you with a soft smile, eyes full of warmth.

“No, I said that because it’s the truth, baby girl. The best way to protect you, is to marry you.”

“Marry… marry me?” You whisper, and he sighs, stopping in front of your dorm now. “But they hate me, that won’t just go away, Toru…”

His phone rings, and he sighs, scowling at it, as you lean back to grab it, handing it over to him. “Yeah, what? I sure do fucking quit. Oh, did my mommy call you, how charming Yaga. You can fuck yourself with your dumbass offer. Oh I’m so popular suddenly, you wanna meet with me? Well you’ll have to wait, I have to fuck my fiance tonight. She’s not my student right now anyway.”

Satoru smashes his thumb down angrily, chest heaving, leaning his head back then and covering his face. “Toru, baby, look at me.”

He lets you lift his hands from his eyes, which are full of a myriad of emotions, you feel his pulse race under your thumb as you cup his jaw, your thumb right on his pulse point. “Now Yaga wants to make a better deal, but guess what, I’m just in my parents pockets here. Even when I wanted to be on my fucking own.”

“You’ve done this on your own, jesus I don’t know how you turned out this amazing, they’re fucking awful. I couldn’t stand ten minutes.” He places his hand on your chest, over your beating heart now. “So we’re meeting them?”

“Sure are, but you’ll have a ring on your finger.”

“That’s insane talk you know!”

“Is it? Is it? I would marry you right now. They can go fuck themselves, all of it can burn to the ground for all I care if it means you’re safe and happy. They can’t take that from me, they can’t take you from me.” He says, and you feel your heart swell in your chest, feeling a spark of hope amidst the chaos.

“You shouldn’t have to do all of this for me.” You say, forlornly looking down, and he squeezes your leg, bringing your attention to him, as those lights from the sun filter through the tinted windows of his car, illuminating the planes of his perfect features, taking your breath away for a moment.

How could you have left?

But you’re so scared for him.

“What, marry you?” His words alone make you tremble, they seem so insane, you try to process it.

“That can’t be what you wanted, how you wanted-”

“You think I don’t want to? You think this is just for protection?”

“Well it’s crazy, we barely just got together! We…”

“Do you want to?” He says then, softly, and you hear his vulnerability, you see it on his handsome face.

“Do I want to marry Satoru Gojo? Yes, of course I do. But because we want to one day, not forced to.”

“There’s no forcing it, just speeding up the process. You think there’s anyone for me, ever again?” He demands, and you sigh, shaking your head.

“I know you love me, I know how much. And Satoru I love you even more.”

“You can’t. There’s no way. You consume me. I’ll burn the shit to the ground for you, baby. Now, let’s grab your shit and get you home.”

Home.

****

Satoru is pouring you a drink that evening, as he has a marriage licence right on the table, Suguru had sped the process up for him. He’s there now, sighing as he looks at the two of you, and Satoru hands him a drink too. “Stay a while, Sugu.”

“One drink, then I have to go.” He sits next to you, and gently pats your shoulder, smiling sadly. “You okay, love?”

You take a sip of your drink, holding his hand for a moment and taking a shaky little breath. “Overwhelmed, confused, scared… but not even about not becoming a lawyer, more scared for my white haired angry boy.”

He snorts, and Satoru scowls at you both. “You two are chummy.”

“He’s your best friend, didn’t you all cuddle?” You tease, making Suguru scowl now, as Satoru’s scowl turns into a wolfy grin, wiggling his brows.

“We never cuddled, the fuck Toru.”

“Baby boy you were drunk, it’s okay.” He blows Suguru a kiss, and he rolls his eyes, sipping his drink.

“You sure you wanna marry this guy? He’s an idiot.” Suguru says, earning another glare and now a middle finger, Suguru holds back his laughter, and fuck it’s nice to just relax for a moment, in the middle of a shitstorm.

“You’re mad I’m off the market baby.”

“So sad about that. You two really going to do this?” He says then, looking between you both, and you hold Satoru’s hand, letting him squeeze it so reassuring.

Your husband.

Satoru Gojo?

It seems like some silly thing you doodled in your notebook.

“I’m sure, absolutely. I know it’s crazy, but… he’s crazy.” You smile back at Suguru, and he chuckles, sipping his drink again.

“You love it, brat.” He yanks you on his lap then, and you squeal at that, as he sits your right on him, dragging you down for a kiss. “Admit it.”

“No, Professor.” You whisper, and Suguru clears his throat, standing, and you wiggle to get off but Satoru pins your hips. Suddenly you feel so hot, especially as the alcohol is hitting your tummy.

“You two are too much to be around together, christ. But… you know, I have never seen two people like this, like magnets. So you won’t hear complaints from me, even if it’s fucking insane.” You melt at that, at his warm brown eyes smiling at you both. “Fuck if I don’t want that. Just… much less drama.”

“Aww, Suguru!” You stand, fighting Satoru’s hands off then, stepping over to Suguru. “Your support means alot, truly.”

“Of course, he’s my best friend. And fuck if I don’t hate his parents as much as he does. I’m guessing some courthouse wedding?”

“Yeah, that’s how it’ll have to be, we can always do something big later.”

“I am good with a shitty little courthouse wedding.” You say, and Suguru smiles, coming to hug you then.

“It’ll turn out okay, I’ll help as much as I can.”

“You better be there, not like we have many people coming. Need a witness.” Satoru says as Suguru pats your back.

“A witness huh?”

“He means a best man. Don’t you, Professor Dickhead?” You scowl at him, and he chuckles.

“I mean Best Man, absolutely. I know Nanami won’t come.”

“Mmm, let me talk to him. I’m meeting him in a few, he’s pretty upset about what he’s heard. He was worried about you.” Suguru says, and you flush a bit.

“You have the hots for Nanami too? Slutty student.” Gojo earns a smack, simply yanking you back on his lap, so intimate you’re embarrassed.

“Me, slutty? You!”

“Alright lovebirds, or should I say jailbirds?” You both laugh at that, and Suguru finishes his drink, setting it down on the sleek black table with a click. “I’m off to let Nanami know. Call you all later?”

“Thank you for your help, buddy.” He’s kissing down your neck, and you try to pull back, but Suguru is already leaving.

“At this rate I’ll be a Godfather.” He shouts, earning another laugh from Satoru, who is now sliding his big hands up your waist, splaying your ribcage, your body instantly responds.

You’re hot between your thighs, as desire pools in your core, your nipples perk right up for him, and his eyes go right there, as he presses kisses along your chest, making you whine out softly. He moans at the sound, gripping you tighter, his snowy white lashes lowering as his gaze gets lidded with desire.

“You like that idea, being a mommy, don’t you Miss Brat?” He purrs those words, and you bite your lower lip, wriggling just so, earning his eyes shutting tightly, before looking back up at you, his eyes hazy storms.

“You just wanna knock me up and keep me home.” He grins wide, his teeth glinting as he shocks you then, picking you up. You wrap your legs around him, clinging to his shoulders, your fingers gripping on the soft material of his fancy dress shirt, as you’re pressed against him.

“Don’t worry, you’ll still get to be a lawyer, I promise you I’ll make sure it happens, okay baby?” You blink back tears, sucking in a breath as he carries you to his bed, kissing you over and over, until you’re consumed by him, but when weren’t you consumed by your Toru?

“I know. Mnh. I know.” You whisper back, as he lays you on the bed now, eagerly unbuttoning your white blouse, pulling it apart to reveal the black lace bra underneath. He moans softly, licking his lower lip, before lapping at the lace with a hot tongue, lavishing your nipples through the fabric.

You’re moaning at the pleasure, your body arching up, as he yanks the cups down, mouth latches onto one, biting gently, making you whine and writhe as he plays you so well, his hot hungry mouth devouring you. He’s lavishing the other one now, as his hands are moving down, his thumbs hooking under the waistband of your skirt, pulling it down your legs, which tremble for him.

“You’re so beautiful, baby girl. So beautiful, you make me want to break you.” He whispers against your skin, and your eyes widen at that, your body tensing at the tone, it ends up making you even wetter.

“Break me? Toru, you make me sound so fragile.” You whisper, your voice shaky as his hands slide up your legs, pushing aside your underwear, and his thumbs press against your swollen clit, it twitches under his touch, as your hips buck up, your head falling back, exposing your throat to him.

Satoru is kissing down your throat, biting at your pulse point now, you’re soaking his hand as he continues torturous circles, when you want more, you want his cock inside you. You want him to fuck you so good you forget every problem you both have, want him to fill you.

He keeps you on edge, smirking against your collar bone as he feels you getting so needy, so whiny. “You are so fragile, so perfect. You’re mine, all mine. You’re not leaving me again.” He says, his voice a gruff whisper, and you realize he’s still upset about what happened, of course he is.

“I should… mmm… have told you. I was s-scared… Toru, fuck! Please, more, please!” You beg, as he continues his little circles, leaning up and looking at you. You unbutton his shirt with shaky hands, sliding it half way down his shoulders, and he shrugs it off, pulling your underwear down.

Satoru leans back and is spitting on your exposed pussy now, the hot saliva dripping down, his fingers move faster finally as he spreads it around, eyeing your cunt hungrily. You’re wordlessly arching your hips up, begging for his fingers, and finally he slides two in, just barely, making you grind down on them, his eyes watching you, so intense you feel like you’re going to combust.

“Please, Satoru, I’m sorry, I just didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how to handle them, I just-” Satoru shoves his fingers deep. “Ah!”

“You can’t ever leave me, baby, don’t you know?” He leans over you, that madness on his face, his movements frantic, and your eyes roll back, your legs twitching as he works you so good you’re close, so close.

“T-Toru… yes, there, fuck I- Ah!” He yanks his fingers back then, and you cry out in emptiness, as your cunt now pulses around nothing, staring at him with wide eyes, and he’s grinning. “Please…”

“I think you need a lesson, even if you’re not my student right now. A lesson about always trusting me, yeah?” You take several breaths, overwhelmed, looking into his eyes, then his mouth crashes onto yours, his tongue delving in deep, and your words are stuck, lost into his mouth as you kiss him like your life depends on it, clinging to him.

And it does, his love is the air you breathe.

Your hands are in his silky white hair, and his hot lips are kissing down your neck, down your chest, his teeth scraping over your skin as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking it into a tight little peak again, making you arch up with a cry of pleasure. You cling to him desperately, lost in the madness that is Satoru Gojo’s energy, his passion, his love.

“Please. Please.” You beg now, and he shoves his fingers back in, curling them up and hitting your spot, the spot that blinds you, and you’re shattering, closer and closer to the edge, only for him to pull them out again. “Toru!”

“You’re not leaving me. Do you hear me?” He says those words through his teeth, furious at you clearly, sucking on his fingers and moaning for a moment.

“Satoru, Satoru, I need you, I need-”

“You want it, to cum baby?”

“Please, I’m sorry… Toru I was scared, fuck. I can’t imagine how life would be… please, please fuck me. Need you.” You reach down, and he yanks your hand, squeezing your wrist and shoving it above your head, shaking his own, looming over you menacingly.

And fuck if you’re not even wetter, as your pretty breasts heave with each breath under him. “Beg for it, for me to get you off. You’ve not been a good girl.”

“Please, I’ll be good. I’m sorry, I am. Please. Toru I love you.” You blink out tears, glistening by the lights of the room, embedded in the ceiling, and Satoru shakes his head then, kissing your sticky tears off your cheeks. “Please let me feel you in me.”

“But you’re not getting it yet, not until you promise me, baby girl. Promise me you’re not going anywhere. Promise me you’re mine forever, that you won’t sacrifice yourself like that again.” He speaks through his teeth, furious, squeezing your wrists.

“Toru, you were gonna if I didn’t!”

“That’s different!”

“It’s not, it’s not. It’s not. I need you too!” You yank him by his hair, making him moan out in pleasure, pulling his lips down, arching your hips, feeling his hardness under his slacks against your thigh. He pulls back, exhaling, his sweet breath tickling your swollen lips.

“I protect you.”

“I protect you!”

“No, you’ll be too busy with a baby soon, keep you occupied and keep you here.” You blink rapidly.

“You… what!?”

You’re panting, your eyes searching his, his thumb circling your clit, keeping you right there, right on the edge again, and it makes you pathetic. “You want it don’t you, me to put one in you? You’ll be my wife soon, won’t you?”

His wife.

“Yes, your wife. You… are gonna be… my husband.” You say softly, and he nods just a bit, his blue eyes insane now, his thin white brows knitted together, as he starts kissing down your neck again, then lower, lower. “You… are gonna be my… husband. Mine.”

“Yours, yours baby. All yours.” He’s biting your thigh then, hard, and you wince at the pain, your hands locking in his hair. “You think you deserve to cum?”

“I want to. Please. Please.” You say, head rolling side to side as you feel that hot breath on your eager pussy, as he spreads the plump folds, glistening with your arousal and his spit.

“I don’t know if you deserve to. You were a bad girl.” He smacks your pussy then, making you jump.

“I promise, I promise, I will be good. I fucking love you, I need you, Satoru, I won’t again-”

“But do you deserve to cum? Answer me.” He whispers, his voice so soft, so taunting, and you feel your eyes fill with tears of frustration as he flicks his tongue just over your clit, before smacking it hard again. It stings so bad you scream out. “Maybe that’s what you deserve.”

“Yes, yes I do deserve to cum, I need it, please!”

“But I’m upset with you, baby, I’m upset you’d leave me like that. I need you to need me as much as I need you.”

“Toru, I do! I do! I was… I was so scared for you. Please.” You’re sobbing as he swirls a tongue around the edges of your entrance, teasing but not giving you what you need. When you yank at his hair again he smacks your hand, eyes narrowed as he glares at you.

“No, Miss Brat. You have to need me so much it hurts.” He says, his voice so raw, and you’re falling off that edge.

“I do, I do, please, Satoru, I need you so much, I do! You’re… m-my everything, there’s nothing but you.”

“Mmm, I don’t know.” He’s licking you deeper now, between your lips up that slit that’s soaked, releasing more and more wetness, making him moan. “I don’t know if you’ve learned a lesson.”

“Toru! Please, fuck me. Your dick, please.” You’re desperate as you pull on him, but he only laughs, tickling you more, shaking his head. “Toru now you’re just being mean!”

“Aw, poor baby.” He click his tongue, smirking so goddamn sexy with that mad look making his eyes dilate to pinpoints, making it hard to even look into them. You try to gasp for air as his hand squeezes your throat. “Now you know just a bit of what I felt, but not even close.”

You’re just crying softly, as he chokes you, two fingers back inside your eager hole, which sucks them in greedily. He’s looming over you, working you as only he knows, until you’re drooling out the side of your mouth, until your body is going numb everywhere but your sore little achy cunt.

“Please.” You manage to whisper, before gasping as he scissors you with his fingers, yanking them just as you get close, making you curl up as he releases your throat, laughing darkly.

“Pathetic, but not as pathetic as you make me. You know better than to try to leave me, you’re only mine. No one can touch you.”

“No one would have. No one. It’s all you. It was for you.” You pull at him, unzipping him then, and he groans, burying his face against you as you stroke his cock, so hard and hot in your hands. “Toru I’d have died alone.”

“I’d have never let you leave.” He huffs then, and finally, his cock is shoved inside you, and his eyelashes flutter shut, his full pink lips parted in a gasp, as he stretches you out so fucking good you almost cum, so goddamn on edge from his teasing, so wet from how obsessed he is, how obsessed you are.

“I won’t. I won’t. No matter w-what- fuck! Ah- they do.” You plead, and finally he fucks you in sure, hard thrusts, fucking you with his huge cock, slamming your cervix over and over. You scream out at it, as he’s biting your neck so hard it hurts, you see stars at the combination.

Satoru’s thumbs press into your pelvis, until he shoves your thighs up so high, your knees are backwards on the bed, on either side of your head almost, and you hiss at the stretch, as he presses them even further up. Your ass is in the air, hips raised up, as he licks his lips, hungrily staring at you, drips of sweat beading down his perfect nose.

“This is how I need you, mating press. Perfect for fucking a baby into my wife.” He says huskily, and you wriggle, blinking rapidly, before he fucks into you deeper than he ever has, deeper than you can take it. “You want it, don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” You’re squeaking out those words as he fucks you so good it’s blindig, and you start feeling it build up, you can feel yourself so close it’s painful, as his leaky tip bruises your cervix. Your walls flutter against him, only for him to pull out, and now you’re scowling, as your pussy throbs. “Please, please! It hurts.”

“Then tell me. Beg me.” You struggle to even form a word, your brain is mush, stupid, he’s got you so ready he could blow on your clit and you’d cum. You gulps as you yank on his arms, nails digging into taut, alabaster skin.

“Put a baby in me. Please, Satoru, please. Fuck me so good. Break me if you want to, just- ah!” He’s slammed back into you, his rhythm rougher and more brutal than he’d ever been with you, and you’re fading now, losing all your senses as he works over you, as his heavy weight is against your thighs, pushing so deep.

“Break you, baby, hmm?” You nod, and finally he kisses you, shoving in deep and grinding his cock, making you a trembling mess, making your cunt gush around him as you’re right there, right there.

“Pl-ease. Please. Lemme cum. Please.” You beg more, shameless, you don’t care, you almost lost him, but he’ll never let you go. And you never want him to go. No, as you cup his beautiful face, and watch him through watery eyes, drinking his sighs in, absorbing his being.

You don’t want him to let you go.

How could you have lived a day without him, without Satoru?

“Then you’ll be a good girl?” You nod eagerly, with a neck that’s sore from his choking.

“Good. Good. Swear.” You’re soaking his length, dripping down the veins and ridges of Satoru’s cock, and he licks up your jaw line, to your ear, huffing his words into it.

“Then you’ll let me fuck a baby into you. Won’t you? Never leave me. Stay with me. Forever.” You nod quickly, gulping as you cling to him, as you fall into the abyss that is him, that is you and him.

“Baby in me. Stay. N’leave… ngh…” You’re barely able to form words, as he laughs against your earlobe, tickling it, and you feel that pressure build so high you think you’ll explose.

“Good girl. You can cum, as long as you know who you belong to, as long as you know where you belong.”

“Under you.”

He groans, pulling back and staring. “Good girl.” Finally he slams his lips down, and thrusts into you so hard it’s brutal, but you want it, you want the pain, you want his pain, and it brings you closer and closer.

“Can I? Please!” You whimper out against his lips, and he bites your lower one, making the air sting it as he blows on it now.

“You can cum now.” He says softly, and you need no further urging, so goddamn on edge you can’t stand anymore, you cum so hard he pauses, groaning and gripping you as she pulses around his cock. As she squeezes his shaft, as you’re shaking under him, gasping for breath.

“Toru! Toru!” You sob the words, clinging to his back, nails digging in as you ride the wave of your insane orgasm, the one that rolls in waves around you, and you pull back to look up into those eyes. Insane, emotional, lustful… beautiful.

“Beautiful.” He whispers, and your body wracks as your orgasm lingers, slow and powerful, until it’s sapped everything.

“You’re beautiful.” You whimper as he’s flipping you then, spreading your thighs wide and shoving his cock to the hilt. “Ah- fuck! So big… you’re too big… it’s all too much I can’t-”

“You can, baby, you will. You will.” He’s smacking your ass hard, so hard you black out damn near, shoving his cock in again, gripping your ass roughly with his huge hands, before he’s pulling your hair, yanking you up on your knees, pressing you down hard on his cock. “That’s it, that’s it.”

He’s pulling your hair back so hard it’s painful, your back and neck curved so insane, and he’s pounding your pussy, you hear the smacks in the room, your wet pussy so goddamn loud. “Love you. Need you.”

“Do you need me baby?”

“Yes! Yes!”

He’s exhaling, hips gripped by his big hands as he holds you still. “Arch this ass up.”

You do as he says, and he’s pressing your head into the bed, angling his body so he fucks even harder, so his curved pink tip is wrecking all your spots, as his balls are smacking against your clit. You’re drooling on the bed, losing it internally, feeling that insane build again, until you’re cumming on his cock, and he hisses, pressing in, your cunt drooling wetness like your mouth.

“That’s it. You know who you belong to?” You mumble into the bed, and he lifts you up then, cupping your face tightly. “Who?”

“You, belong to you. You. You.” He’s fucking you every time you speak, hard thrusts that break your mind, that break your body.

“Take all my cum, then, make me a baby, yeah?” You nod, wordless, and he slams your head back down, holding it down with one hand as he fucks you mean, his cock bullying your walls, and you can’t barely make noise, you can barely even breathe while he’s wrecking you, while he’s owning you.

You are his.

He is yours.

You can’t even give a fuck about your college, about your career, about his parents, about anything but that cock, but those hands, but those gorgeous eyes that you get lost in. You see them even as your face is shoved in his blankets, even as your mind is shot, even as you see blackness behind your eyes, as you drink in Gojo’s essence, his everything.

“Make that baby, yeah? Take all of it.” He orders, yanking your hands behind your back, pulling them and using them for leverage to fuck harder, faster, pressing inside and making you cum so hard you are broken. You’re melted, your mind shot, as your walls tighten and quiver, as your body is taut. “Fuck… that’s it, suck it all out.”

At his urging, your pussy throbs more, and now you feel it, hot endless streams of his cum, as he pumps you so goddamn full. You’re burning inside, as you scream into the blankets, breath taken, twitching and trembling legs as he pumps his cum deeper, moaning behind you.

He lays on you then, turning your head to him, breathless as you, pressing his cum in further, until you’re cumming again from just that, from the insane pressure, from the energy of him. His energy that you can’t even begin to fathom losing, the man that’s your everything. The man you’re so fucking scared to lose, but also simultaneously afraid you’re horrible for.

“Don’t… wanna… ruin your-”

“Shut the fuck up, please. You never could ruin… ah… anything. Nothing.” You both are whimpering now, as he’s pumping in you, as you’re dripping his own cum down his cock, as your eyes roll back and he pulls your hair so hard.

“Scared. I’m scared.” You cry out, and he exhales, shaking his head, kissing you so deeply with his sweet lips as he pumps and pumps your sensitive cunt, bringing you to tears.

“I’m here. I’m here. I’ll fix… fix it. Marry you, baby. Marry you.”

“Please, please… forgive me.” You sob, brokenly, and then he’s resting his head in the crook of your neck, clutching you tight with one arm, as the other strokes your hair gently.

“I understand it, I’d do the same. You’re amazing. You’re so fucking sweet, you’re so perfect baby. But I’m selfish.” He cries softly, and you shake your head, looking back at him and kissing him over and over, a hand cupping his face as his weight is firm against your back, as you’re both covered in sweat, in tears, in cum.

“You’re not selfish, you know what you want, you fucking get it. And Satoru, I’m so ready. I am ready.”

“Ready? You sure?” You nod, and he exhales, pouring his love into every eager kiss, as you both have not really any fucking plan, as you’re both completely fucked, as you’re going to get married as a tactic, as a damn whim.

But you are. You are…

“I’m so fucking ready.”

A03 chap: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56895382/chapters/144669811

Chapter 12

#gojo x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #lawyer gojo #satoru gojo #jjk satoru #jujutsu satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #jujustu kaisen

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kitashinsukehoney · 4 months ago

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TO BE HONEST, i would rather ride Naobito Zenin than Naoya Zenin.

I SAID WHAT I SAID. That old man probably packed with big balls and DICK that could penetrate you harshly yet satisfy you. That's why he has lots of kids and he must've breeding kink. Naoya is just a little bitch, and he would respect you as a step mother.

His dad is hot and I would be a woman that he desires.

But of course threesome with Naobito and Toji would be greater ;) They're Zenins for that ZINGALONGS

#zenin naobito #jjk smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #naoya zenin #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

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milkpup · 11 months ago

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｡⋆ʚ♡ a bitch meant for breeding

›› nsfw 18+ jjk oneshot!

art by the amazing @g00miato !!!!!!! literally my fave artist (uncensored is on her twitter and it's wowza holy moly)

FULL SPICY UNCENSORED VER IS ON @g00miato twitter! i am BEGGING u to look!!!

ʚ ao3 ɞ / ʚ kofi ɞ / ʚ fic masterlist ɞ

›› zenin naoya x y/n ›› 18+ f!reader ›› wc: 3,207

‹𝟹 summary: you’re naoya’s wife, and he’s determined to treat you like the pet he believes you are. he takes your sex life up a notch, showing you how he really feels about you:3

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: petplay, assault / impact play

‹𝟹 tags: au- no powers, spit kink, spitting, breeding, degradation, name calling, pet play, puppy play, light praise, slapping, spanking, choking, rough sex, misogyny, owner / pet dynamic, leash + collar, naoya has a big dick, light biting, light blood, cum swallowing, rough fingering, finger fucking, orgasm denial + delay, throat fucking, mating press, doggy style, missionary

‹𝟹 notes: typically i see naoya more as someone to be subby (bc i wanna put him in his place). but one of my fave artists posted the pic above + the uncensored one, and i went fkn FERAL. like i would be naoya’s dog frfr. i wanna be his pet frfr. this is completely self-indulgent and pure smut. enjoy the ride:3 i made naoya a bit mean, but ultimately i made him a lil nice at the end. my fic and i want nice naoya rn >:(((( (even tho we all know hes a certified misogynist lolol)

!! - again, PLEASE READ TAGS BEFORE CONTINUING - !!

! - ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ - !

The Zenin clan was known for its harsh treatment towards the women of the clan. They don’t allow them to educate themselves and they are forced in domestic roles and used to make children. While it gives the woman’s family a good reputation to marry into the Zenin clan, her life usually got worse as a result.

Marrying Naoya Zenin was no exception to this rule; if anything, it was actually worse in comparison. As much as Naoya makes your blood boil, he makes your pussy drip even more. You can’t stand to be around him. His personality is insufferable and he’s a misogynistic asshole, just like everyone else in this hellscape of a family. And despite this, he knows exactly how to pleasure you in ways you never thought you’d be into.

It started out as normal, vanilla sex even before you two were officially married. He never tried anything too crazy, just using your body like he owned you, but never taking it anywhere. Over time, you put up less resistance when he told you to do things for him. While it pissed you off sometimes to be his basically his servant, he always rewarded you in the end and you couldn’t deny how amazing it was every time.

One night, after he had been out late drinking with buddies, he comes home with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. You greet him at the door, taking care of his coat and belongings. He’s looking at you like a predator. He scoops you up, trailing kisses from your chin to your lips. Naoya bites your bottom lip slightly, drawing a hint of blood as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, meeting yours. He’s tasting every part of your mouth as he carries you to your room.

Despite his drunkenness, his coordination when tossing you onto the bed was surprisingly swift. He pushed you against the bed with such animosity it was like something had possessed him. He starts nipping at your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and spit along your jawline before meeting your lips once more. He twirled his tongue around yours, sucking every part he could. He pulled his lips away from yours, a string of spit connecting you two. “Open,” he commanded. And you did just that. You opened your mouth as he spit into it, telling you to swallow it after.

He watched with satisfaction at your instant submission. You were like his pet. And he wanted you to know that. He kissed you once more before pulling apart and walking over to a drawer, opening it and pulling out a leash and a collar. You were only slightly able to make out his figure, his form quite hazy in the darkness of the room, but you could hear the jingle and clank of the collar.

He walked up to you, a hand offering the collar to you. He had it engraved with your name beforehand, saving this for the right moment. “Will you be a good bitch for me, ____?”

You were looking up at him, eyes wide with a blush creeping across your face. You nod, squeaking out a quiet “Yes sir” in response to his question.

Naoya grinned as he reached to buckle the collar around your neck. “Good girl. Such a good little puppy for me, huh? I’m honestly a little surprised you raised no objections. Such a dumb little puppy, aren’t you?” He buckled the collar and moved his hand to your cheek and caressed you softly right before he pulls his hand away and slaps your face.

You gasp at the impact, looking up at Naoya with a mixture of fear and arousal. His hand snakes its way up the side of your face, before resting on the crown of your head and gripping you by a fistful of hair. He gently tugs your head to meet his, kissing you once more. “Be a good girl for me and I’ll make it worth it, okay?” He says as he pulls back, hooking the leash to the collar recently buckled around your neck. You only nod up at him, eyes saying everything you can’t with your mouth.

He rubs your head a bit, praising you. “Good pup.” You blush at the pet name, feeling heat spread in your body. “Take my clothes off, sweetheart. Be a good bitch and prep me after too, yeah?” He finishes by tugging your head slightly, just enough to add some pressure.

Your hands meet his waistline first. You tug at the drawstring of his sweats, pulling them off. His briefs follow suit, exposing his thick cock. You never would have guessed when you first met him, but he had a piercing going through the tip of his cock. It always added an extra sensation, and it was interesting to look at. You always wondered how painful it must have been.

Naoya’s cock bounces out of his sweats, precum already leaking from the swollen, angry looking tip. He’s looking down at you, expectantly. You don’t immediately budge, and so Naoya pulls on the leash attached to your collar, pulling you up to meet his cock. “Suck it, slut.” He commands as he’s tugging your head closer and closer.

You meet the tip of his cock, kissing it lightly, trying to be cute. Naoya grunts, pushing your lips open with his thumb and forcing his cock into your mouth. You barely have time to prepare yourself before Naoya is shoving his thick cock down your throat, still tugging at the leash and bringing you even closer into him. Your hands are trying to push away as his cock is pushed deep into your throat, cutting off your air. You can barely breathe through your nose as you struggle to push against him, but this only makes Naoya snaked a hand through your hair and push your head against his cock even more. “I know you can handle it, whore. I thought you’d be a good girl for me, so why are you resisting?” He taunts as he fucks into your throat causing drool to drip from your lips down your chin.

Tears were forming at your eyes as you look up to see Naoya fully immersed in his pleasure, head thrown back as he throat fucks you. He can see the tears starting to form at your eyes, only serving to turn him on more in a sick, sadistic sense of pride. He releases his grip from you momentarily, allowing you to catch your breath for only a few mere moments before resuming his rough abuse of your throat.

He picks up speed, not allowing you to get used to his erratic rhythm as you feel his cock start to twitch, warning you of what’s to come. You don’t really like swallowing, not that Naoya gives a fuck whether you do or not. Naoya does as he pleases. And right now, he would enjoy watching you swallow his cum. He likes the idea of fucking his cum down your throat, but he wants to watch you swallow it instead. Thus, he warns you before he’s about to cum and pulls out. “Open wide for me, pup. Time for your milk~” He purrs as he strokes his thick cock, shooting thick ropes of cum into your mouth.

The taste is horrible, and there’s so much it’s spilling out your mouth, just how Naoya wants you. “Swallow it, slut. Drink it like the good girl you are.” You swallow everything before opening your mouth and showing Naoya. He praises you, before bending down and spitting into your mouth following it with a sloppy kiss. He pulls away before pushing you onto your back on the bed. He pulls your top off first, watching the way your tits bounce when the shirt comes off. He trails kisses down your abdomen before reaching the waistband your pants. He tugs at it with a finger before completely pulling them off, leaving your panties on.

Naoya pushes your legs apart before positioning himself between them. He spits on one of his fingers as his other hand meets your clothed cunt, before pulling the panties to the side. His other finger rubs your slit, feeling how utterly soaked you are from just being teased and facefucked. His long, slender finger slides over your hole before making its way up to your clit, rubbing small circles around it. Naoya can hear your pathetic attempts at stifling your moans like you’re embarrassed, and he makes it one of his goals to make you louder. He wants everyone to hear what a dirty whore you are.

His finger makes it way back to your tight hole, slipping itself inside the wet and warm entrance. Naoya feels you immediately clench at the intrusion, hearing your cute moans as a result. “Good girl, let me hear how much you love me doing this yeah?” He encourages you as he pushes his finger all the way in, before immediately pulling it out and fucking you with it all over again. He wastes no time in adding another finger, trying to stretch your tight cunt open as much as he could. His fingers are drilling into you, making lewd wet slapping noises that fill the quiet room. Your soft moans betray how aroused you are.

Naoya pulls out to your chagrin, before rolling you over onto your tummy across his lap. He spreads your legs open once again before forcing his fingers back into your needy hole. You yelp out in surprise as his fingers slip inside, scissoring themselves and spreading you open. Naoya uses his other hand to spread your ass open, giving him a close up view of your weeping hole taking only 2 of his fingers and already struggling. “You’re taking it like such a good slut, yeah? You want me to stretch you out after?” He asks, feeling you clench around his fingers the moment he finishes his question. He laughs a bit. “I guess that’s your response, huh pup?”

It's that damn pet name again. You moan he lifts his hand to slap your ass. Naoya does not hold back in the slightest, repeating his slaps until he’s satisfied with the redness spreading across your ass. He pushes in another finger, this time feeling your stretch cunt at its limit. He pulls your body up into a sort of doggy position, you on your knees face down onto the bed. His fingers are slamming into your cunt, your juices dripping onto his hand and wrist then onto the bed.

Naoya bends down beside you, purring into your ear. “You’re such a good whore, aren’t you?” Your cunt clenches in response to his praise-degradation and he chuckles beside you. “I love bitches who make messes so easily, and you’re just like that. I bet you’re already close just from me fucking your tight cunt with my fingers.” He smirks at his taunt. You’re moaning into the bed, drool spilling from the sides of your mouth as his fingers continue their relentless assault on your cunt. He brings his other hand to your clit, thumb circling the sensitive nub as he brings you one step closer. Naoya was right, you were close, and he could tell just from your body how desperate you were to cum and make a mess right in front of him.

“You gonna cum, baby? Gonna make a mess for me, yeah?” You could only whine into the bedsheets, face pressed against the mattress as you felt Naoya bringing you ever so closer to your release. His thumb pressed harder onto your clit, rubbing it with more intensity as his other three fingers fucked into you with ferocity. You were drooling all over the sheet as you whined, feeling yourself tighten up around Naoya’s fingers as you feel that knot in your stomach start to snap—

And then Naoya pulls away both his hands, right as he felt you about to be pushed over the edge. You lift your head up, whining as you pout and look at him. He has the cheekiest grin plastered on his face as he brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans your juices off them. “Sorry, pup, but you don’t cum until I tell you to. Got that?” Your pitiful whines come out as a response, still squirming under Naoya at the loss of touch.

You softly squeak out, “Yes sir.” In response to Naoya’s question. You would do anything for him in this moment if it meant he would let you cum all over him. Literally anything. You would bark for him if he asked; he probably would like it given the puppy stuff anyways. Fuck, you’d even do tricks for him if he really wanted to, anything if it meant he praised you and helped you cum.

Naoya smiled even wider, setting a hand on your head and petting you. “Good girl,” he coos. You feel your heart melt and your pussy throb at the praise. He’s making it painfully slow for you, taking his time before he’s going to touch you again. He pushes your face back into the mattress, scooting your ass closer to him in the process.

Naoya parts your thighs ever so slightly, giving him better access to your sloppy cunt. He lines his thick cock against your hole, pushing his pierced head in ever so slightly. Even with his three fingers fucking your cunt and spreading it out, his cock was still a tight fit for you. He grips your hips with his firm hands as he pushes into you in one sadistic push, bottoming out into your tight cunt. You yelp out in pain as he slams his thick cock into you, feeling every ridge, vein, and especially his fucking piercing. You didn’t think it would feel extra good, but it’s an added sensation that you can’t get from anything else, and it feels fucking amazing.

You moan against the bedsheets loud enough for Naoya to hear as he pulls his cock out and slams it back in. “Fuck, ____, your cunt is so tight. It’s like it’s made just for me, yeah? A hole meant for me to breed, isn’t it? You’re just a bitch meant for breeding, aren’t you?” Naoya asks as he roughly spanks your ass in tandem with his thrusts. “Answer me, pup, what are you?” Naoya demands an answer as he hardly tugs at the leash, pulling you up against him.

The collar is pushing against your airway as he tugs at the leash supporting your weight. Because of this, you can barely choke out the words he was expecting to hear from you. “I’m a bitch… meant for breeding...” You sputter out as his thrusts increase in velocity and force. You moan against him as he pulls your body fully against his, fucking into you from behind.

“Good girl,” Naoya coos as he places a gentle kiss on your neck before biting down hard in the same spot. He draws a bit of blood, licking the area clean and kissing it once more before he lets go of you and pushes you onto the bed again.

Without breaking contact between you two, Naoya expertly flips you onto your back. He never stops his rhythm fucking into your abused cunt while moving your legs. He fucks you a bit in a missionary position, looking down into you as tears are forming at your eyes. “Fuck, Naoya, it feels sho fucking good~!!!” You slur your words out as you look into your eyes, his thick cock never relenting. You reach your arms around his neck as you pull him down to you into a quick kiss.

He pushes away from you, but not before gently biting on your lip first. He pulls his cock out momentarily as he places both your legs onto his shoulders. He pushes his body fully into yours, trying to feel every inch of your body. He slams his cock back into your messy hole as you moan into him. You can feel his warm breath as he trails kisses from your jawline to your neck, biting you in almost the same spot as before. The sharp pain only adds a distinct sensation that enhances your pleasure.

You can feel the knot building in your stomach again, threatening to snap at any moment. “Naoya, m gonna—m gonna cum, soon!!!” You stumble out your words, trying to warn him in advance so this time he can reward you.

Naoya grins and fucks into you harder, drilling his thick cock into your tight cunt. “Good slut, cum for your owner, bitch. I own you and this cunt, don’t I?” He taunts you as his cock hits your g-spot, hitting that bundle of nerves in such a way that has you seeing stars.

“Th-thank you!! Yesh, yesss you own me Naoya!!! I wanna be your dumb pet pleaseee imgonnacum im gonna cum!!!” Your words are stumbling out now, unable to control any of them as you feel the knot in your stomach break and you get not pushed over the edge, but metaphorically kicked into your orgasm. It feels like you’re crashing into the pleasure that is Naoya’s cock as you basically scream, feeling yourself squirt and make a mess around Naoya’s cock and the bed.

He reaches a hand to grip around your throat, cutting off your loud proclamations of pleasure. “Be quiet, bitch” He spits his words out as he rams into your cunt. You can feel his cock twitch and release his thick load, grunting as he fills your womb to the brim with his cum. His grip around your throat releases as he pushes himself off of you, pulling his cock out. Some of the cum overflows from your cunt, dripping out of your hole. He reaches a finger down, lapping up some with his finger and pushing it back inside, placing your panties back in the same position as before.

“Don’t let any spill out. You’re my bitch that’s meant to be knocked up by me. I’m sure you’re so excited to be a mommy, aren’t you?” In your fucked out state, all you can do is nod in a stupor as you try to catch your breath.

Naoya lifts your head and props a small pillow behind it as he climbs to in front of you, cocking staring straight at you. “Be a good girl and clean me up, pup.” You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, still reeling from your mind shattering orgasm mere moments before. Naoya’s thumb opens your mouth as his cock meets your lips. You stick your tongue out, placing kisses on his cock and licking his cock clean.

Once he’s satisfied with your cleanup, he moves beside you and kisses you. He pulls away and looks into your eyes as he caresses your cheek. “I love you, ____. You’re such a good girl for me.” You look into him and grin, as he playfully smacks your cheek. He places a kiss over the slight red mark he leaves before getting up to gather clothes for you.

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kikiutau · 1 year ago

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ZENIN NAOYA & ZENIN NAOBITO: Fucking in Sin

Zenin Naoya x reader x Zenin Naobito Content/TW: fem!reader, smut, blowjob, unprotected sex, double penetration, threesome, anal, lowkey incest, degradation, dumbification, humiliation, spanking, misogyny, zenin naoya, age gap (reader is in her 20s), breeding kink, creampie, manhandling, cockwarming, cum swallowing, alcohol use Author’s Note: uhhhh… enjoy? Or not. More crack smut if anything. For the ones who are into old man dick. I want to support and encourage all the kinks my customers may have ^^ Divider by @/cafekitsune

The Zenin clan embodied the worst of Jujutsu society. When your previous owners sold you off to the Zenin clan, there were mixed whispers of pity and snobbery. It wasn’t as if you weren’t good enough at your job; Your masters simply could no longer afford as many maids as they used to. You were simply one of the unfortunate ones. Rumor has it that the young master stole money from the family treasury to spend it on alcohol, gambling, and the pretty little whore whom he met at a bar. You’d think that being sold off to the Zenin clan as a woman might be the same as living in hell. But a part of you found it perplexing because Zenin Naobito made you feel… So. Fucking. Good. With him, you felt like you belonged in heaven with every dirty sin the two of you committed on every surface of the Zenin house.

In spite of his grey hairs and prominent wrinkles on his face, he had the stamina of a horny teenager. “Oh fuck—” Your eyes rolled back and your mouth dropped, letting out a wanton moan.

The corner of his lips quipped up. “Don’t tell me you’re getting tired. Keep bouncing on my cock like the good slut you are.” To encourage you—or was it to tease you—he thrusted his hips up, hitting your sweet spot. Another unabashed moan left your lips as you grinded even harder on his cock. Oh god, he felt absolutely euphoric. None of the men your age can make you feel as good. Instead, you decided to turn to the man whose age matched your grandfather’s. But as they say, with age comes experience. And you guessed that being a jujutsu sorcerer allowed his vitality to remain when it comes to sex. You stuck your tongue out, motioning for a kiss. In response, he spanked you, not giving into your demands. You gasped as your pussy involuntarily pulsed on his length. “You think I’d kiss a whore like you?” he scoffed, reaching for the alcohol bottle arms length away. He poured the sake into his mouth, drinking it as if he was a man suffering from thirst.

Your lips jutted out into a slight pout as you watched him drink from the gourd. A part of you wished you were the alcohol that passed his lips and down his throat. Another part of you wished he’d grip your throat the same way he gripped the neck of the bottle. Your eyes started to water as you watched your lover indulge himself in something that’s not your body. You let out a whimper, catching his attention.

He seemed to have caught on to your neediness, a smirk decorating his face. Looking directly into your eyes, Naobito poured the liquid into his mouth before leaning in. You took that as a sign and locked your lips with his, tasting the strong blends of sweetness and acidity. As the alcohol runs down your throat, you feel his tongue entwining with yours. Feeling lightheaded, you wondered if that was the effect of the sake or if you were simply just drunk from the orgasms your lover gifted you earlier. Whatever it was, you craved for more of it. Licking your lips, you looked up, your eyes meeting Naobito’s once more. Before you could say anything, your ass was met with a harsh spank. “What do you say, you whore?”

“Thank you, master~” Your lips curved upwards. Feeling playful, you leaned in, giving a slight peck on his lips. Before you could move away, his hand held the back of your head, deepening the kiss. His other hand, held onto one of your ass cheeks, moving you on his cock, helping you ride him properly. You couldn’t help moaning into his mouth, feeling so full of him.

“Look at you— my sweet little cockwarmer always needing to be filled up. Should I fuck my cum into you, huh? Should I make you bear a Zenin heir?” He pulled out, pushing you onto your back. He watched as your cunt clenched again and again, as if it were trying to find the cock it was squeezing on earlier. Making his way up, he watched your clit: swollen and red. Feeling a tad bit generous today, he gave it the attention it needed, circling the poor neglected thing with his thumb.

You writhed in response, pleads escaping your mouth. “Oh god! Please please please! Please make me a mommy!” you begged. “I’ll be so good. Please give me your cum.”

“Pathetic,” he remarks. He slapped your clit, causing you to gasp in both pain and pleasure. Before he could continue, a third voice rang through the room.

Shit.

Naobito glanced up, noticing the tall young man who happened to walk into them. The man being none other than Zenin Naoya, Naobito’s son and the heir to the Zenin clan. Naoya’s face morphed into one of disgust at seeing his father in the middle of fornicating with one of the maids. To be honest, Naoya didn’t even know that his father’s dick still worked. For all he knew, he thought that Naobito Jr. stayed limp and dry like a wet French fry after inseminating his mother with an heir. He shivered, mentally erasing that thought from his mind.

Naoya then glanced towards you. You were a pretty little thing. You were something he’d fuck if he needed to relieve himself. But you were far from marriage material. You were a peasant. You were already deflowered. You were a nothing more than a fuck toy. He watched your eyes glaze with pleasure. So much pleasure, in fact, you have yet to notice his presence in the room. “You either leave or join. Don’t stand there like an idiot,” Naobito chimed in, slightly annoyed at his son.

To Naoya, it sounded like an invitation. Noticing the prominent bulge in his pants, Naoya rolled his eyes. “Move over, fucking old man.” He impatiently walked towards you, jerking your face toward his erection. “Well? Don’t keep me waiting.” Facing directly towards his clothed crotch, you reach towards it. You were interrupted with a slap on your wrists. Confused, you glanced up back at him.

“Use your mouth.”

Fuck. Why did you feel yourself getting wetter? Is it even possible to be any wetter than you already are? You glanced back towards Naobito who was slowly jerking his cock with a smirk on his face. Well, he seems to get off to the predicament you were in. Not that you were complaining— nothing turned you on more than pleasing Naobito. You looked back at the young Zenin heir. His face bore an expression of boredom, eyes filled with arrogance. Being a good girl you are, you obliged to his order. Biting the waistband of his pants, you slowly pulled it down til his manhood was freed. Hm… no underwear? How convenient (and a part of you wondered if he really stumbled in by accident).

Size wise, they were about the same which made sense since the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. However, compared to the elder Zenin’s, Naoya’s cock was prettier. His cock was flushed in a lighter pink, pubes trimmed. Looking at his length, your mouth watered. Your thoughts begin to wander as you begin to fantasize how he’d feel in your pussy. Naoya, who seemed to notice your dazed reaction, scoffed. His lips curved upward in satisfaction as if he won some sort of contest. His eyes however, reflected his impatience. Taking notice, you quickly enveloped his cock in your mouth. Without warning, he grabbed the back of your head, shoving the rest of his length into your mouth. A choked sound erupted from your throat, your eyes watering. He used your mouth like a fleshlight, choked sounds and gutteral groans emerging from the two of you. “God, no wonder my father kept you around,” he grunted. He began to thrust into your mouth as he bombarded you with insults like a broken record player. “F-fuck- you were born to be a slutty bimbo. Was my father’s cock not enough to satisfy you? Your greedy pussy wanted more Zenin cock? Tell me, how many more clan members did you offer your slutty cunt to?”

“…Mmhmhmhmh~"

Unable to talk with your mouth filled, only muffled sounds came out. Feeling Naoya’s cock touch your uvula every time he thrusted, your cunt dripped with anticipation and lust, your body liking the rough treatment. Before you could even gather your thoughts, Naoya buried your face into his pubes, releasing white ropes of his cum into your mouth. Salty, thick, hot and so goddamn good. And you found it slightly better than Naobito’s. Perhaps it was due to Naobito’s poor diet and alcoholic tendencies that you found yourself preferring the younger Zenin’s cum. Although, these words will never be spoken out loud. Huffing, Naoya forcefully lifted your chin up. “Open.” Obeying the young master, you displayed the cum decorating the insides of your mouth. He approvingly hummed, gathering the saliva in his mouth before spitting it into your mouth. “Swallow.”

You glanced back at the older Zenin, noticing remnants of his cum on the tatami mats and his robe. The sight seemingly makes you lose all reason (as if you had any in the first place). Unable to ignore the throbbing in your core, you went on all fours, displaying your dripping pussy towards the two Zenins. Wiggling your ass in front of them, you pleaded. “P-please! I need the both of you! J-just touch me!” To prove your point, you spread apart your pussy lips, showing your throbbing clit and clenching holes. “Mmhh~”

Naobito and Naoya's eyes met. Their eyes seem to darken in lust and something akin to wickedness. The father and son pair never seemed to agree on anything until now. But seeing their compliant whore displaying her needy little pussy, made them agree on one thing; they made an unspoken vow to destroy whatever pride left you have. But then again, your pride was long gone the moment you decided to be Naobito’s loyal cockwarmer.

Naoya grabbed one of your ass cheeks before proceeding to spank it. You bite your lips, muffling the moan that arose from your throat. “Look at you,” he yanked your hair, pulling your body towards his chest. He leaned into your ear rasping, “Don’t you feel ashamed? Don’t you have any self respect?”

Before you could answer, Naobito interjected. “Well what do you expect from a lowly little thing? The only thing on her cock drunk mind is getting fucked.” He brushed a piece of hair to the back of your hair. “Isn’t that right sweetheart?” he murmured. You nodded, not trusting your own voice. Fuck, he was so right. You were nothing more than a cock sleeve for the Zenin family. From the moment you had a taste of the pleasures the Zenin family could give you, you have wholeheartedly dedicated your life’s purpose to be an obedient slave to them.

“You’ve been fucked in the ass?” Naoya asked, more so a statement rather than an actual question. With how slutty you acted, he was pretty sure you were already used in both the ass and pussy. Such a shame. To him, you were a girl who whored herself out to men twice—even triple— your age. A pretty little thing like you is sure a good fuck. But in terms of marriage, you had absolutely no value. Your only worth came from your tight cunt and your ability to procreate. By the time you lose your youth and get all dried up, Naoya was sure his father was going to replace you with another young, innocent, virgin plaything. It was only a matter of time.

He circled the ring of your ass, before sinking a finger in as a means to tease you. “O-oh!” Surprised by the intrusion, you squirmed within his arms. “Y-young master! Please—“ You didn’t know what you were begging for exactly. But your cockdrunk mind knew one thing: you wanted more. Seeing the sight of his slut at the mercy of his son, Naobito let out a chuckle. Bending down, Naobito blew onto your sensitive clit.

“Haah… uugh… a-ahh!”

“Now then,” Naobito lazily drawled. “Let’s inspect your pretty cunt.” He pulled apart your pussy lips, pretending to give it slight inspection. Dipping his tongue into your hole, he slurped your juices as if you were his beloved rice wine. Feeling him drag his tongue against your aching walls, made your toes curl. The younger Zenin, moved his attention towards your breasts, kneading it, slapping it, pulling it. Using his fingers, he teasingly pulled on your nipples. Being pleasured by the two Zenin, gave you more than enough stimulation to get close to climaxing.

Naoya, noticing your body tensing, continued to assault your boobs. “Oh? Cumming so soon? Don’t tell me you’re actually getting off to the old fucker,” he laughed. “Feeling good?”

“Mmmmm. Feels so so so good,” you babbled, drool escaping the corner of your mouth.

“Ha! What a dirty bitch!” Naoya exclaimed, collecting the drool to use as lube for your asshole. Just as you were about to cum, Naobito pulled away, leaving you all dazed and confused.

“W-why?” you whined, squirming, tears about to spill over. “Let me cum!”

Unimpressed by your attitude, Naobito slapped your cunt. “Behave.”

Naoya playfully tsked at you, condemning you for your poor choice of words. Without a warning, Naoya lifted your body up as he started to bullied his cock into your tight ass.

“FUCK!” You cursed, causing Naobito to once again reprimand you by slapping your over-abused pussy.

“M’ gonna ruin this tight ass of yours.” Naoya grinned, his eyes reflecting his joyous desire to ruin you. “I’m going to fucking teach you how to be an obedient little slut.” You yelped, grabbing whatever you could get a hold of. In this case, it was Naoya. He kept fucking you, chasing his high, not caring whether or not you reached yours. Feeling your ass tighten on his cock, he pulled out, preferring to finish himself off in his hands than let you have the relief you’ve been seeking for. You fell limp onto Naobito, as you moaned in pain of having your orgasm taken away from you once again. Naoya groaned as he jerked himself off, finishing on your back.

Naobito, finally running out of patience, gave you no reprieve as he rubbed the head of his cock on your pussy. You screeched as you felt him enter. He chuckled at the way you desperately tried to grab onto his robe as a futile attempt to deal with your pleasure. You panted as he began to move his hips. Distracted by Naobito’s cock thrusting into you with a deep force, you didn’t seem to realize that the younger Zenin was right behind you. He held his cock to your rear, stretching your hole once again with his girth.

With the surprise intrusion, you couldn’t help but reach your long needed climax, getting off to the pain and pleasure the Zenins’ provided. Your mouth opened as a silent gasp escapes you with your back arched, head resting back on Naoya’s shoulder.

“You like getting fucked in both holes, huh?” Naoya teased. Looking at the gourd nearby, Naoya grabbed it before pouring the rest of the alcohol contents onto your tongue. Most of it dripped down to the crevices of your breasts and down to where the three of you were connected. Naobito, too pussydrunk to even reprimand his son, bent down to slurp at the remaining sake on your breasts, before choosing to suck on one of your nipples in hopes it'll produce some kind of liquid.

You felt so stretched out, feeling very vein and bump of their cocks. Naobito let your sensitive nipple go with a pop. His eyes wandered to your face, noticing how fucked up you looked with your eyes rolled back and mouth open. God, you looked like an angel to him. The prettiest thing he has ever seen. “Fuck— you’re taking us so well,” he groaned

“Ye— OH! O-oh… Hnnghnn!” Unable to make a complete sentence, the best you could do was wantonly moan like a whore.

In. Out. In. Out. You didn’t know how much more you could take. “Too much, fuck fuck fuck! Nao—“ You cried as you came on their cocks again. Unfortunately for you, the two of them continued to rut into you like animals in the heat, their thick cocks rubbing against your walls.

After God knows how long, Naoya was the first one to finish. “Fuck,” he grunted, stilling his hips as he came into your ass. Being the menace he is, he reached towards your clit, rigorously rubbing it as if you didn’t come already.

“P-PLEASE! N-No more! I-it’s too m-much,” you cried, tears dripping down your face.

Naoya raised his eyebrow. “Oh? But weren’t you begging to come earlier? Please please please. Let me cum,” he mocked. You couldn’t answer since the only sounds you could produce were blubbering whimpers at this point. Naoya continued to play with your clit, much to your dismay. With the extra stimulation, your walls clenched. Naobito let out a deep groan as he felt your wet cunt throb against him. With a curse, he spilled his load inside of you, gifting you with the possibility of more Zenin heirs.

Seemingly done with entertaining himself, Naoya pulled out, watching his cum drip out of your ass all while his father was still plugged into your pussy. He pulled his pants back up, and before leaving, he gave you a quick spank on the ass. Sharing you with his father was less than ideal however, he assumed that it was a better-than-nothing type of situation. Luckily today, his father was in a good mood to share his whore with him. Otherwise, Naoya would’ve been kicked out and been severely reprimanded later on. If he finds you wandering in the estate by yourself another day, he is going to take you for himself next time. And there’s no need for his father to know of his plans.

With Naoya gone, the only thing that could be heard in the room is labored breathing. Naobito held you in his arms as the two of you tried to recover from the high. Feeling his limp cock slowly get hard again, you wiggled your ass, causing him to give you a light smack on your rear.

A light chuckle left you. “Again?”

Naobito smirked at you, a sly grin etching his face. Moving you into a mating press, he playfully thrusts into you.

“Let’s give Naoya a sibling.”

Author's Note: My first fic! Absolutely unhinged LMAO! Anyways, I'm open to asks and thirsts. Please send them my way ♡

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derangederensimp · 3 years ago

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You’re Mine (Naoya Zenin x Reader)

Jujutsu Kaisen Smut

CW: Degradation, Slapping, Hickeys, Exhibition, Breeding Kink, Creampie and some Fluff in the end.

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Pulling you away from the crowd and ushering you into his office a little ways away from the event. “What did I tell you about looking at other Zenin clan members?” Naoya said, sitting down and crossing his arms as he stared you down, accompanied by that arrogant grin he always wore. You stood a few paces back from his black leather armchair that sat directly center of the room as he demanded to be the center of attention no matter where that was, even if it was inside your own home. You’ve been married to Naoya for exactly 2 years and have yet to produce a child and to the elders lack of knowledge it wasn’t because you had trouble it was because Naoya wanted to spend time with just you as his wife first.

He may be an asshole to everyone else but you, you were different. The day he met you he was a completely different person behind closed doors and you at first thought that just a manipulative tactic as you heard all the other candidates chosen for him all left the room in tears. “Why exactly were you giving Toji those eyes y/n” He asked, bringing his elbows to sit on his knees as he put his head into his palms. Twiddling your fingers behind your back as you tried to think of a response. “Naoya, I have no idea what your talking about. I would never lay eyes on another man” you said, looking directly into his gaze.

The grin once more forming just after he bit softly on his bottom lip. “I think it’s time you finally learn your place as my wife. Stay where you are and if you even move your head I will punish you.” He said standing up from the chair. Looking at him in confusion watching him as he walked past you. If you had eyes in the back of your head you would’ve seen the hand coming towards your ass. The sound echoing in the room as you bit down on your lip trying to hold in the sounds you so badly wanted to let out. Looking over your shoulder you weather as He looked out of the room before closing the big wooden doors locking them before turning back to walk back in your direction. You thought he didn’t catch you looking but he did.

“Get on your knees. Now” He spoke softly into your ear sending waves of electricity down your spine and a pooling between your legs as you knelt before him. Sitting back down into his chair he put his finger out signaling you to come towards him. Crawling on your hands towards him and stopping just before getting between his legs. “Did I say to stop there?” Grabbing a handful of your hair in his fist and pulling you closer to him, a whimper leaving your mouth. He stared down at you with hungry eyes, slipping his pants down with his free hand releasing his hardened cock. You watched as it slapped his stomach making your mouth water. “By the look on your face it seems you wanted me to catch you looking at Toji, you wanted me to fuck you like a dirty little slut you are. To show everyone your mine, Didn’t you?” He asked, tightening his fist more with your hair but still allowing you to inch your face closer and closer to the base of his cock. Instead of responding you just bit your lip.

“Didn’t you?!” He asked once again, his tone more aggressive yanking your head back pulling you away from him. “Y-yes” you moaned out. The answer seemed to please him as loosened his grip just enough to let you lick up his shaft, gaining a moan out of him which only made your clit tingle. Taking his cock into your hand as you spit on the tip to begin stroking him. Licking the slit to gather the precum already beading out as you continued to stroke him. Placing your lips on the tip before opening up your mouth and taking him inch by inch slowly. He must’ve not liked the pace you were going because he let go of your hair placing his palm just on the back of your head as he shoved down on you making you choke. “That’s right, choke on my dick” he groaned out, setting you to a pace he liked.

You could hear voices from outside the door as you bobbed your head from base to rip and released it with a pop sound. Looking up at Naoya as you slapped the tip on your tongue as you reached your free hand between your legs trying to get your own pleasure. “I see what your doing y/n, You like the thought of someone hearing us in here… better yet you like the thought of Toji hearing you. And I’m going to make you scream from my cock” he said, scooting the chair back as he stood up. Bringing you to your feet before placing kisses along your neck, picking the perfect spots to leave hickeys visible for everyone to see once you two joined the event once again.

He found the zipper on your dress pulling it down and slipping the straps off your shoulders making it fall to the ground revealing just your bra as you weren’t wearing any panties. The grin forming back on his face as he took in your body feeling down your sides. “My wife being such a slut, what if someone out there was able to tell you didn’t have anything on under this dress hmm? Was that the plan? That’s just too bad for them, your cunt belongs to me” He said while reaching his hand down to your soaking heat. Coating his fingers in your fluids before putting them to your lips. “Lick” he said, biting his lip as he watched you stick your tongue from your mouth licking and then sucking lightly on his fingers.

He held your hand as he lead you over to the couch across from the well lit up fire crackling. Taking in your beauty before he laid down. Unbuttoning his shirt and opening it so you didn’t soak it with your fluids. “Get on top baby” he said, his tone sounding sweet as you straddled him like he instructed. Placing your hand on his shoulder as the other explored the rest of his muscles. Looking down at him as a smirk grew on your face before trying to lower yourself onto his cock but instead meeting resistance from his arm. “Nice try, but your not getting any cock till you beg for it” he said looking at you with hooded eyes. “P-Please Naoya” you melwed out beside his ear, feeling his cock twitch from under you.

“Mmm not good enough, try harder” he said. Removing his arm from under you to allow you to follow straddle him, his cock between your folds as he grinded your hips against him allowing you to feel some pleasure. Putting your head back as his tip bumping your clit repeatedly making you moan out his name over and over begging for him to be inside till he finally snapped. Holding you up some as he lined himself up with your entrance and slamming you down onto him. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you screamed out. “That’s right, scream from my cock. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk right and everyone- especially Toji will know I fucked you so good. Maybe I’ll put a baby in you” he groaned out as he thrusted into you from below.

Watching your facial expressions at each thrust as he set a pace for himself. He didn’t care that you were clenching on his dick or your repeated pleas for him to slow down. Once he was in his grove there wasn’t stopping him or so he thought. You landed one good light slap to his face breaking him from his concentration as he peered up looking at you with fire in his eyes. “You’ve done it now” He said agitated, Pulling himself out of you and flipping you onto your stomach pulling your ass up into the air. Grabbing a fist of your hair and pulling your head back “Don’t you ever think of slapping me again, you got that?” He said, you weren’t able to reply the way you wanted as he slammed his cock into you once again making your thighs shake but this time instead of pumping in and out of you right away you allowed you to adjust to this new position.

Reaching his hand under your body, thumb on your clit as he rubbed circles in it. “Your so fucking tight, I just love your pussy so much” Naoya grunted out as he began slowly pumping in and out before picking up the pace as your moans of his name encouraged him to go faster. He knew just as much as you did that you both were being loud and instead of trying to muffle the sound he added more to it by slapping your ass hard with the hand that once was tangled in your hair. His fast pace and hard thrusts made you inch closer and closer to your climax as you felt the pressure in your stomach begin to build. “Y-you feeling really good N-naoya, please make me cum” you managed to get out between your gaps for air.

“You don’t cum until I give you permission too, you got that. Your taking me so good. Such a good girl for me but I haven’t gotten my fill of your pussy just yet but once I do I’m going to breed you, filling you to the brim with cum and watch it drip out” He moaned out feeling your walls tighten around him once again. Changing the position of his hips slightly and fucking into you, hitting the right spot over and over driving you to the edge as you tried to hold it together. “I- I have to cum Naoya. p-please” you cried out as you were getting closer and closer to your release. Another element of overstimulation added as his response was to slap your ass and then pinching one of your nipples between his fingers.

Just as quick as the overstimulation started, it ended quickly as an emptiness was left between your legs. Desperate for friction you looked back to see Naoya just stroking his cock as he stared at your dripping cunt. Flipping onto your back again as you began to pleasure yourself, Naoya growing jealous at the moans leaving your mouth since they weren’t caused by him. He hovered over your body as he pulled your legs up and resting them along his chest as he slid into you once more making you feel full. “Who’s pussy is this?” He asked as he set his pace again. “yours, a-all yours” you moaned out as the tears started to well up in your eyes. “Yeah, that’s right. Look at you taking my cock so well and being so behaved now” he groaned. You being pushed over the edge from his cock hitting your G spot repeatedly in this new position.

“I just love watching it go in and out of you. You make me feel so good. I think it’s time I let you cum hmm baby?” He said looking into your eyes putting a thumb under your eye to wipe away the stray tear. “C-cum together” you said as he let your legs go back down and hovering his face over yours. “Of course, you've been good and as a r-reward I’m going to pump you full of my cum. Finally give you a baby yeah?” Naoya grunted out between each thrusts now becoming sloppy as he was reaching his edge. “Yes, P-please fill me with your cum” you said, your walls clenching tightly around his length as the both of you came.

Pulling out of you he sat on his knees waiting for it to start seeping out of you. Licking his lips at the sight and gathering his cum on his fingers and slowly pushing it back into you and holding his finger firm inside. “Don’t want any to go to waste” he grinned at you while you still attempted to get your breath back. He stayed this way for a few minutes before taking his fingers out and putting them to your lips. “Clean me up please?” He bit his lip. Licking his fingers clean and smiling up at him. He leaned his face close to yours before planting a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you y/n, now let’s get dressed so we can go out there and end this gathering. Soon I’ll be ready for round two and I want to take you everywhere in our house” Naoya said buttoning his shirt back up as he walked over to your dress and helped you slip back into it and lastly putting his own pants back on.

Holding your hand as he walked to the big doors and unlocking them pushing them open as a crowd of people stood outside cheeks all flushed red as they heard the whole thing. Toji snickering to himself as he knew by the walk you had that you were absolutely ruined. “Well I think this sums up this year's gathering no? Please see yourselves out” Naoya said before picking you up and carrying you bridal style to your shared room. Setting you onto the bed as he ran a bath for you. Coming back and stroking your cheeks with his thumbs before placing his head onto your forehead.

The bath was big enough for the both of you so you let him get in first before you so you could lean your body against his. Sitting between his legs he got your hair wet before massaging in shampoo and kissing your cheek. Once a lather was formed he rinsed it out and let you set your head back into his chest. “I wasn’t too hard on you, was I? I was just blinded by jealousy, I suppose but your mine and I needed to remind you that again.” He said massaging your shoulders. “No, it was perfect” you smiled as you felt your eyelids grow heavy. The smile still on your face as your planned worked accordingly. Your surroundings fading into bliss as he continued to massage parts of your body and his soft nibbles along your neck.

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noritoshiikamo · 2 years ago

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Naoya who’s secretly in love with his wife but he’s always a little mean to her so he knocks her up to secure their marriage👀

& yes i am horny

cw manipulative naoya, reproductive coercion

he would never said.

not even with a gun to his head, he will never reveal his deepest secret. the enjoyment he had in the little 30 minutes he had pinned you down on the bed. nose buried in your head, hands palming your bare chest, listening to weak, soft whimpers as his hip slammed harsh against your own. cock prodding the thin resistance of your cervix, the aching feeling of a bruise forming almost a bliss more than pain to you. you were used to it. it was the only moment he could be true to you without exposing himself. confusing your head with the softness of his lips against your skin while raking your sensitive walls. every whimpers of his name rolling out of your tongue begging for him to slow down were only making his cock twitched.

he could only tell you how much he loved you when his cock is molded around your cunt.

deep in the corner of his heart, he felt bad. trying to reason his mistakes with an excuse of he was just doing it for you. you were too innocent for the world. there were just too many bad, manipulative men in the world he would rather it be him than any one else. he knew how much doses of the fertility herbs he could coax you to drink in a day as disguise of a simple plain tea. watching intently as you swallowed the bitter tea down, threatening punishment if a drop ever spilt. his eyes stared down on your throat, watching you swallowed it down before squeezing your cheeks apart. tingles down his spine as your tongue rolled out to present your empty mouth. he inched his lips closed to your ears, warm breath tickling it.

“that’s a good girl.”

your body shuddered.

switching your birth control with a constant stream of placebos were easy. you though you got the long end of the stick; naoya made it happened. only he and the housekeepers had access to the pills. what do the housekeepers know about pills anyway; they all looked the same. the faux safeness you felt as you swallowed the pills down eyes burned on him almost made him laugh.

“you’re foolish. you’re just a pretty little lamb. numb, dumb the moment my cock entered your little hole.”

it was hard to reply, your head thoughts of all these snarky remarks but your throat could only gargled strings of slurred moans with his palm around the column of your neck. he wanted to see you, tossing you on the bed before crawling over you. your legs held apart by his own, cock slipping through the soaking slit so easily. god, how he loves the way your face contorted in pleasure. he hated how vocal a woman is on bed, the begs and moans sounded like a shrill to his ears but from you, it was all melodious. he wants to know how good he making you feel, how begging will only make him obeyed your requests better. he swallowed the lump in his throat as he inched closer to his edge.

you don’t know how much power you have over him.

“nao-” you choked, eyes widened as his lips laid agains your own. his kiss were different. your fingers dug into his shoulder, crescents shaped dents bound to left its mark on his back. he wore his scars with pride, sparring half naked with a fresh nail marks all over his back were something you couldn’t put a reason to why you found it hot. maybe you were as insane as him. who would ever love someone as annoying as him?

you would.

“keep it all in,” he grunted, “not a fucking spill.”

you nodded. his threats were green in your head as you nodded pathetically, eyes glinting in excitement as your own knots started to tense. “what? i can’t hear you, did my cock make you dumb already?” he scoffed, clenching your jaws in a hard grip.

“y-yes naoya, please.”

naoya promised, he did feel an ounce of guilt. partially wasn’t because you did beg for it. how can he not filled up his pretty little wife when she begs for his cum? leaning against the bathroom door arms around his chest. you couldn’t move, glued to the floor, eyes staring down on the pee soaked stick. it was your third, all showing a positive mark. you shook your head. this can’t be happening.

“what did you do?” your voice trembled.

“nothing you’ll understand,” he voiced sternly. he knew what he was doing. you are forever his before and now, it sealed it. you’ll learn to love the baby just like how he had learned to love you. even if it takes years, he will wait.

you did promise him until death do you apart.

and he’s keeping it.

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wri0thesley · 3 years ago

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wifely duty - naoya x fem!reader (3.3k)

naoya spends so long away from home, sometimes - has so many duties that must be attended to - that when there’s time to be made for you, he seizes upon it with both hands.

warnings: not sfw. afab reader with fem pronouns. breeding kink, piv sex. reader is naoya’s wife, and the two of them already have one son.

This was a commissioned work. (comm info)

There is something undeniably lonely about being Naoya’s wife.

He’s busy; you’d expected that much when you’d married him. As the heir apparent to the Zen’in clan, Naoya is forever being tugged around to meetings and to deal with little family dramas – and that’s without taking into account what his work as a sorcerer demands from him. You’d loved how focused he’d seemed; how his eyes had gone all narrow and sharp, how his mouth had turned up in a smirk that made you shiver right down to the bones – how much he’d wanted you, when he’d come home after a long mission to the comfort and security of his wife’s arms.

(Your first child, you’re absolutely certain, had been conceived in one of those moments; Naoya had just come in after a week and seen you, pretty and demure with lowered eyelashes in an expensive outfit that he’d bought you, and he’d immediately dismissed the rest of the clan who were there to greet and fawn over him. He’d approached you with the look of a hungry predator – and you’d been more than happy to allow him to take you into your chambers and show you exactly how much he’d missed you to the tune of hips slamming into yours.)

These are all things that you signed on to deal with. These are all things that you knew – but still, you cannot help missing him in lonely nights when your bed has just the one occupant.

You learn to snatch moments where you can.

The family think you a perfect match for Naoya; soft and sweet, but not so soft and sweet that you’re unable to provide him a little bit of fun. Submissive without being useless. A little teasing, when the time calls for it – you would never call yourself Naoya’s equal, but you like to think that the two of you work extremely well together.

And Naoya thinks so, too.

He thinks so well enough that after he gets in from today’s mission, he’s barely dropped a bag into the hand of a valet before he’s demanding of a maid where his wife is occupying herself.

For your part, you are pouring yourself tea in one of the rooms adjoining yours and Naoya’s chambers. Your son and his nursemaid are with you, but as Naoya walks in, it becomes clear that they should not stick around. The way that Naoya hungrily looks at you from the doorway makes no bones about that.

The nursemaid hurries out of the room to put your son to bed, whispering something about how it is indeed getting late, and she’s sure that you and Naoya will visit him later to read a bedtime story or at least to say goodnight – your son, still barely able to string more than a few sounds together, burbles happily and waves a chubby fist at his father as he passes.

Naoya smiles indulgently. There’s a flash of paternal affection on his face; you had never pegged Naoya as being particularly fatherly, but he almost always returns with treats and sweet gestures tucked into his robes for his son.

Naoya is a good father. It’s part of the reason you are so eager to make more children with him.

As the door shuts behind the two of them, Naoya’s attention turns to you.

“Ah, but isn’t that a sight that every man deserves to be greeted with?” Naoya says with relish, as he steps into the room proper and beholds you. Well-dressed and graceful with an expensive heirloom teacup in your hands, you look over the rim and smile coquettishly at him.

“I missed you, husband,” you say to him, with only the softest note of a tease in your tone. Naoya likes to pursue – and you very much enjoy being pursued.

“Then come here,” Naoya says, with a curl of a smirk on his lips. “And show me just how much, hmm?”

You’re careful to rise from your knees gracefully. You’re careful, too, to not be too eager as you cross the room; to be a little shy of him, as if you’re afraid that he’s going to grasp you about the waist and have his way with you then and there. Naoya sharpens like a hungry tiger watching a gazelle – but he does not pounce upon you. That would be undignified of him.

Instead, when you’re close enough, he leans forward one careful hand and tips your chin up so that he can pull you into a kiss. His mouth is hungry and wanting – but not demanding. His teeth tug at your lower lip but do not bite too hard. His arm wraps around your waist and pulls you against him without crushing.

It’s a movement that says ‘ownership’ in every angle of his body, and it’s a movement that makes your knees feel weak. When his tongue gently begs entrance to your own mouth, you open in a sigh and let him explore your willing mouth, as he lays claim to every inch.

He licks at the roof of your mouth in a spot that makes you gasp and he pulls away with a chuckle, his eyes half-lidded as he considers you.

“I’ve missed you,” he breathes, in a voice low and dark like a caress in the night. “You have no idea how much a man needs something pretty in his bed to . . . de-stress, after a hard day’s work.”

“I can help you with that,” you say, breathlessly. Your hands come up to rest on his chest. Even through his shirt, you can feel the hard muscle that belies the shape he stays in so that he can excel at his job.

“It’s your duty to help me with that,” Naoya tells you, his eyes not straying from your face for a moment. His hand moves to cup your cheek; his thumb brushing over your lips. “But that’s far from the only duty of a wife.”

Your breath catches. His other hand – the one on the arm around your waist – cups your ass through your own clothes.

“Oh?” You ask him, feigning a little ignorance, fluttering your eyelashes. “I . . . perhaps I need some more instruction on my other duties.”

Naoya chuckles. He loves you playing the role of dutiful wife who wants nothing more than to please her husband.

He knows, after all, that it’s more than just acting for you.

Naoya knows you would do anything for him. You’ve proved it enough times on your knees and on your back and looking up at him with your eyes all worshipping and adoring.

“I was reminded,” he says, brushing another kiss over your lips in a way that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up in pleasure, “just now, how perfect our son is. And it made me think, sweetheart . . .” That hand on your ass, squeezing. Naoya’s body pressing close to yours. You feel dizzy as the scent of him – expensive aftershave and shampoo and just a hint of blood – wraps around you. “It made me think that we ought to make a few more children. Don’t you agree?”

Your breath catches as you think about Naoya above you again – as you remember the feel of him inside you, the growls and groans of his pleasure, how much you enjoy feeling full and sated after he’s had his way with you--

Naoya laughs again.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” Naoya practically purrs, as he begins to manoeuvre you carefully towards the adjoining bedroom. “That’s not for you to think about. Just be a good girl for me and take what I give you, won’t you?”

This time, you’re able to nod breathlessly, as Naoya kicks the door closed behind you both.

He’s not careful or gentle when it comes to getting your clothes off.

He does, at least, make a small attempt at foreplay – kisses at your shoulders and throat as the fabric slips off of you to pool on the floor. Runs his fingers over your newly bared hips, pulls you into another kiss even as you’re being pushed onto the mountain of pillows and blankets behind you.

Naoya likes luxury. He thinks it his right, as the future leader of the Zen’in clan – and you’re certainly not going to complain when it comes to silken pillows and other such expenses. Yours and Naoya’s bedchamber is comfortable. Scented with vanilla and flowers, the bed more than big enough to allow for all sorts of interesting positions--

(Which both of you have taken advantage of, of course).

Right now, though, you are being pushed onto your back. Naoya’s fingers are skimming your skin – teasing at the waistband of your underwear, at where the silky fabric of your bra caresses the swell of your chest. You can feel heat and want coalescing in your abdomen – the feel of your damp core pressing against that same expensive fabric.

Naoya grins as his knuckle brushes against the seam in between your thighs.

“I see you’re wet for me,” he purrs. “Just as it should be. Lift your hips.”

“Yes, husband,” you breathe, doing exactly as he asks – assisting in him pulling the dampened fabric off of your heated skin. He looks at the wet patch on it and smiles.

“Perhaps you ought not to wear underwear,” he says, as he spreads your thighs apart. His eyes are sticky slow as they take in the sight of your sex; wet and wanting for him. “If you’re only going to make such a mess of it.”

“If you want me to stop wearing it,” you say to him, fluttering your eyelashes. “You need only ask.”

The noise he makes in the back of his throat makes you shiver with anticipation.

He reaches for his own clothes. They’re shed just as quickly as yours were – and then you can see the hot stiffness of him pressing up against his underwear.

It’s always a thrill, remembering that you have power over him in the same way that he has power over you. Naoya is able to make you wet and trembling and needy with a few well-placed touches and arrogance-dripping words – but you, in turn, are able to make him hard and aching with the flutter of your lashes and the pursing of your lips.

You really are perfect for one another.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” Naoya murmurs, as he swipes a finger through your slick. You jerk as his fingertip brushes your clit, sending shock-waves of pleasure right down your spine. You want him to touch you more than that. You want him to never stop touching you. “Temptress.”

“Naoya,” you whisper, pleadingly. “I want . . .”

“What do you want, darling one? Beloved?” He’s staring down at you with those pale eyes. He’s so pretty like this – utterly focussed on you. Wanting. Needing. “Do you need to be filled up?”

You whimper and nod. You don’t care that it probably looks pathetic. You feel pathetic, suddenly, with how much you’re longing for him to do something other than talk down to you and look at you. You can feel yourself practically pulsing with need to have something inside of you.

“Use your words,” Naoya says, but there’s an edge in the back of his throat that tells you that he, too, is feeling like he needs more than he’s getting. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Want you to . . .” You breathe through the want. “I want you inside of me, Naoya. I want you to fill me up.”

He lets out a ragged, harsh breath.

This is the closest that Naoya comes to dishevelled; in the privacy of your own bedroom, about to put another child inside of you. You sometimes wonder if the intensity that’s currently displayed on his unfairly handsome face is the same kind of intensity that a curse sees before it is vanquished to a realm beyond your knowing.

“Say ‘please’ to me,” he demands.

“Please, Naoya,” your voice is a needy thing. “I need you to fill me up. Please. I need you to breed me--”

“Fuck,” Naoya murmurs, so quietly that you don’t think you’re supposed to have heard of it. “If you’re asking me so nicely, pretty wife of mine . . .”

He pushes the waistband of his underwear down and your mouth almost waters at the sight of his cock. Pretty, curved just right to hit you in all of the spots that you know will make you shudder – the perfect size to have you shaking and coming on it as your nails dig into Naoya’s well-defined shoulders. He gives it a few cursory pumps before he lines it up with you.

He knows that you like to look at it. He knows that you like to look at him – he can see, you’re certain, the worship in your eyes when you look at your husband, and he is more than happy to be the God to whom you worship at the shrine.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, as he rests the head of his cock against you. “I’ve barely touched you that much, have I? Or do you just want to be filled by your husband so badly?”

You laugh, breathlessly, canting your hips towards him. If Naoya didn’t want to be inside of you so badly, you think he’d pull back at your laughter – tease you some more, until you begged once again.

But it has been a lonely few weeks with him away on a mission, when he is so used to having you at his beck and call and being able to bury himself in the hot warmth of your body whenever he wants, and Naoya has no time to waste when he has an idea in his head.

He eases into you slowly.

“Do you feel that?” Naoya asks, as he moves his hips inexorably forward. “Do you feel me claiming every inch of you, darling? Do you feel how well you take me?”

“I was made to take you,” you reply, with fervent need. You resist the urge to clamp your heels into his lower back and drag him inside of you. Naoya is in charge.

You are happy for Naoya to be in charge. You want to be his. You never ever want anything else. You would be happy if you could spend the rest of your life here, beneath him.

You’re Naoya’s body and soul, and he knows it.

Slowly. Carefully. You feel every ridge of him, every vein, every pulse of his heart as it begins to match with your own, until he is suddenly pressed as deeply inside of you as it’s possible for him to go and the two of you are perfectly joined.

“You were made for me,” Naoya repeats, and there’s a softness in his gaze that most would not think him capable of.

It does not take long for that softness to turn into need.

It does not take long for that softness of gaze to turn into hot desire that makes you feel fire-hot all over, as Naoya’s hips begin to slide into a rhythm and his fingers curve into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

You are more than happy to let Naoya be in charge; to let him set the pace, and simply to rock your hips against his in tandem with the way he thrusts into you. The flat planes of his stomach rub against your clit with every rock of his body, his cock stroking spots inside of you that make your vision spark with white hot stars.

One of the hands clinging to your hips moves to your chest instead; squeezing the flesh there, pinching your nipple between thumb and forefinger and sending a hot shock right through you. You feel yourself tighten at his rough treatment, and Naoya laughs again.

“You’re so sensitive,” he says to you. “Exactly as you should be. You love me using you like this, don’t you?”

“You can use me however you want,” you say breathlessly to him. “You can do anything you want to me--”

As if in revenge for the way your channel tightened around his cock, you feel his cock twitch inside of you at your words. Naoya loves knowing you belong to him. Naoya loves knowing all of the power that he holds over you.

“I will,” Naoya promises, and his thrusts get faster.

It’s hard to concentrate on any one sensation. There is so much going on. Naoya’s body above yours, his cock drilling mercilessly into you, your own breathing as you pant with need, the little ball of desire that’s mounting inside of you with every silky searing thrust of his cock and brush of your clit--

He feels so good. He feels exactly like he was meant to be there.

Your mouth is open. You can hear yourself moaning wantonly, as if you’re listening to it from very far away – Naoya isn’t groaning so openly, but there’s a grit to his own breathing that lets you know that he’s enjoying himself just as much as you are.

One of his hands delves between you both.

“It would be remiss of me in my husbandly duty,” Naoya growls into your ear, “to not make sure that you come too, hmm? I want to feel you. I want you to come on my cock and I want you to thank your husband for letting you,”

“Naoyaaaa—” Your voice comes out a reedy little thing. His thumb is rubbing circles against your clit too fast, too hard. His movements are stoking a fire inside of you that feels like it’s going to burst at any moments.

“Come on,” Naoya growls again. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? You’re going to come, and then I’m going to put another child inside of you--”

You can no longer hold yourself back. The part of you threatening to explode rolls over you in great waves, like you’re trapped in a whirlpool, and heat and pleasure all wash over you in a great tidal wave as you gasp-whimper-moan out;

“I’m . . . I--I-- thankyouNaoyathankyouthankyouforlettingmecoooome--”

Naoya groans. As your body tightens and pulses around him, he uses it as a final push to jack-hammer his hips into you.

His cock twitches, his hips stuttering, and there’s a different kind of heat inside of you as Naoya comes as deep inside of you as it’s physically possible for him to do so.

You feel him shoot ropes of his come inside of you; feel like you can feel it settling heavy in your womb where it’s supposed to be. You’re sticky and full in only the best way, as Naoya guides his hips through a final few stuttering thrusts that push the mess of his release further into your sex.

Naoya sags against you, his cock beginning to soften as he slides out of you. You blink up at him, messy and satisfied, sweat making your hair stick to your forehead. He’s almost gentle with you as he props your ankles up, forcing you into a position that’s almost uncomfortable – knees up.

“I don’t want you to waste a drop of my come,” he murmurs, stroking one of his hands over your stomach. “I want to make sure it takes. You’re going to look so beautiful glowing and full of me . . .”

Your breath is coming out in short pants, but you cannot stop the glow of happiness that suffuses you as your husband looks at you like you hung the moon.

“And if not,” he continues, and his face splits into a devilish grin. “We can always have a few more rounds. Just to make sure.”

Well.

You certainly don’t have any problems with that.

#jjk x reader #naoya x reader #zenin naoya x reader #naoya smut #not sfw #afab reader #fem pronouns #writing #jjk posting #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #breeding kink for ts #commissioned work

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s0dium · 3 years ago

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JJK KINKS

ZENIN CLAN EDITION

A/n: So I did the main Zenin clan members except mai because she isn't rlly my cup of tea, but I hope you guys enjoy!

Warning: Fem!Reader, Oral, begging, cock warming, rough fucking, nipple play, breeding and pregnancy kink, misogyny (from noaya)

Toji- Blowjobs

Toji loves to see you work to please him (hello naoya?)

Lazy son of a bitch. Expect half hearted thrusts into your mouth turn into full on throat fucking

Claw at his thighs, whine with his fat cock in your mouth he wont care, he's not letting you breath until he finishes.

“Suck.” With not an ounce of hesitance, you bring your face close to Toji’s awaiting member and allow your tongue to flop out, the warmth of your wet muscle gliding across the underside of his dick makes his thighs shudder. Your ego swells, he rarely, almost never, shows reaction when you suck him off. That simple shudder gives you the courage to bring his tip in your mouth, suckling and kissing the swollen head. Your eyes are locked with his as you do this, relishing in that subtle smirk he gives when your tongue swirls over his member, soaking the skin with your saliva.

Megumi- Cock warming

Not so much as lazy but more of Megumi just loves to take things slow, to take your time to memorize your pretty features and bask in your whine

Megumi has a pretty average libido so this is a great way to get his girlfriend off if she is pretty needy

Megumi wont lie though, he is a bit of a sadist and loves to watch you beg for him to let you move

Strong hands stayed glued on either side of your hips, securing you down and prevents any attempts to ride Megumi’s length. “M-megumi pleaseee” Your breathing has become ragged and fat tears started to cloud your vision. He grunted at the way your pussy squeezed around him, trying to suck him in impossibly more even though his tip was already brushing against your cervix. Your thighs trembled, toes curling and uncurling at the feeling of being stuffed so impossibly full. “I promise I-I’ll be good I swear, just please let me moveeee” You whine and buried your nose into the nape of his neck to kiss and lick at the skin in an attempt to appease your boyfriend. “Just a little longer angel, then I’ll let you cum all you want.”

Noaya- Breeding and pregnancy

Believes its your job as a women to carry his baby, to create an heir

(눈_눈)

But for Noaya it goes beyond duty, to him the thought of you stuffed with his cum gets him off more then anything

When you fuck he’s always aiming to get you pregnant; almost finishing early at the delicious thought of you round with his kid.

“N-noaya your g-going to fast please slow down- ah!” Every cry went in and out of his ear, Noaya watches the way your pussy practically absorb his cock with every thrust, relishing in the way your gummy walls drag along his length when he pulls back only to push back into you. Noaya snapped his hips so fast that everything seemed like a blur, the bed was shaking immensely with the head board banging on the wall and so were you from getting your cervix abused by his leaking tip. One hand is pinning your wrists together while he pistons into your gummy walls with brute force, too dumb to resist him that you spurted words praising on how good he was fucking you. “Gonna pump you full of cum-fuck-give you a baby like what you were made for-” Noaya cuts him self off with a groan before he buries himself deep into your creamy pussy, relishing in the warm feeling, before pumping a heavy load of warm cum into your womb. “Just a few more times angel.”

Maki- Titty sucking

Defiantly a tits over ass girl, and 100% service Dom

Like to watch you squirm as she sucks on your nipples, sometimes sliding a finger or dildo into you

She's strong so she’ll makes you stay glued where you are as she preforms her ministrations

“Mak-” She doesn’t let you get to the last vowel, her eager, hot mouth enveloping one of your nipples and sucking. Her tongue flattens, rolling your peak and swirling around your areola, fast and rough until you’re whining. You can feel her grin against your breast at the sounds your making, all desperate and needy. Maki switches between your breasts, sucking until she knows your delicate skin will be sore. She flicks your stubs up and down with her tongue before releasing with a silent pop, then diving back in, the warm pleasure making your abdomen spasm. Your tits feel so good in her mouth, supple, sweet, far better than her imagination could ever conjure. “Be a good girl for me and stay like this wont you?” And you know you cant refuse.

#toji x reader #toji smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #megumi smut #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi hcs #noaya x reader #noaya zenin #maki zenin #maki x reader #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader

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sednas · 3 years ago

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kinks hcs

once again, feeding the horny worms out here

afab!reader

agedup!characters

featuring various characters from jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, attack on titan, my hero academia and kuroko no basuke

trigger warning: smut (degradation, size kink, breeding kink, brat taming)

𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 kink.

"you're such a fucking slut, watching me while I touch myself."

you whine weakly, trying to rub your legs together but the ropes keep your legs wide open, making it impossible for you to get friction where you hopelessly need.

"whores don't get to touch themselves are they? look at the mess you've made and I haven't even touched you yet." he says as he rises from his seat.

"please... plea-" you try to beg, watching him slowly get on top of you but a slap on the curve of your ass interrupts you.

"please what?" he demands, lifting your chin up to look into your eyes.

you feel the bulge of his pants brush against your clit, making your legs tremble.

"master! please master." you quickly respond and a condescending smile appears on his lips.

not letting go of your chin, he slowly runs his thumb over your lower lip.

"that's right. I am your master, and you are my slut. repeat after me: you. are. my. slut."

you do as he says, repeating his words while looking up at him like he was your lord and savior.

"good. now let me take a look at the mess you've made down there and see how much you soaked the sheets you dirty fucking thing."

gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, naoya zenin, sukuna, katsuki bakugo, hitoshi shinso, dabi, tomura shigaraki, baji keisuke, hanma shuji, nahoya kawata (angry), haruchiyo sanzu, izana kurokawa, hajime kokonoi, ran haitani, rindo haitani, levi ackerman, eren yaeger, porco galliard, aomine daiki, akashi seijuro, midorima shintaro

𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐈��𝐆 kink.

"ah ah not so soon little thing." he coos at you, gently caressing your cheek.

you lift your hips, trying to get the friction you desperately want to make you cum, but a harsh slap on your thigh makes you stop. your eyes start watering over all the frustration you feel, your chest rising up in an irregular rhythm, trying to catch your breath trough your parted lips. he sees the anger and the exasperation in your eyes and it makes him smile.

"but...fuck, I want to cum..."

the man tilts his head to the side, giving you a fake compassionate smile.

"aw you want to cum so bad?" his condescending tone makes you whine and you shake your head yes.

you see him lowering his eyes to your throbbing pussy, feeling fully exposed, as he licks his lips, seeing your hole clenching around nothing. perhaps it's this delightful sight that makes him start to rub your swollen clit again, not quickly enough for your liking as you try to lift your hips once again but this time he grabs your skin harshly, holding you in place. he fucking loves this, making you crave for his touch, edging you so many times to the point where you can't think of anything else but him and only him. he smirks while accelerating the movement of his fingers, you feel like your heart is going to jump out of your chest, your whimpers getting louder and louder as your back starts to arch, but right when your vision is getting blurry he stops. this time the tears flow freely from the corner of your eyes, feeling all the strength in your body abandon you. he smiles once again, these are the moments he likes the most, when you're completely broken.

"hold it a little longer for me mmh? if you beg I might even speed up a little." he's so mean.

megumi fushiguro, gojo satoru, geto suguru, mahito, tenya iida, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinso, dabi, keigo takami, manjiro sano (mikey), takashi mitsuya, hanma shuji, nahoya kawata (angry), haruchiyo sanzu, wakasa imaushi, rindo haitani, connie springer, jean kirstein, kise ryota, aomine daiki, akashi seijuro

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 kink.

"'feels too good. fuck- you feel too fucking good." he said breathlessly, hitting your spot a little harder with each thrust.

you feel warm and your mind is clouded with pleasure, your legs are wrapped around his hips to make him thrust even deeper into you. your moans are shameless and it makes him smile.

"that's it lovely, let everyone know how good I'm making you feel, how much you love this cock."

his dirty words make your pussy tighten around him and the rolling of his hips become messy. he's close, and so are you.

"please... cum inside, w-want to feel it inside of me." you manage to say.

he stops for a second, like he needed to process what you just said, and within a second after he lifts your legs until they practically touch your shoulders, entering you in a whole new way. he's even more close now, you can feel his breath brushing your face, and there's no where to hide your fucked out expression.

"you want me to cum in this pretty pussy mmh?"

you try to answer but all you can do is weakly holding onto his chest, the way he's pounding into you left you speechless, your whole body jolting under his strength while you bounce up and down under his erratic speed.

"'want me to pump you full of my cum? 'to catch you fucking pregnant mmh?"

you can only nod your head, not trusting your voice as you feel yourself getting closer.

"that's it, be good and cum for me while I stuff this pussy full."

geto suguru, toji fushiguro, sukuna, kento nanami, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, shota aizawa, keigo takami, takashi mitsuya, ken ryuuguji (draken), baji keisuke, souta kawata (smiley), hajime kokonoi, seishu inui, eren yeager, reiner braun, erwin smith, jean kirstein, porco galliard, murasakibara atsushi, midorima shintaro, kiyoshi teppei

𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 kink.

"you're doing great, k-keep going..."

you feel your cheeks heat up when you hear his voice breaks as you keep sucking him. swirling your tongue around his thick member, you feel him moving his hips a little. like you were answering him, you took him deeper into your mouth, until his dick touched the back of your throat, making you gag.

"fuck yeah, just like that. you're so good."

his words make you accelerate the movement of your head, keeping your balance by placing your hands on both of his thighs. you take a second to catch your breath, his dick making a loud "bop" while coming out of your mouth.

"come here." he says, while gently getting you up.

"did you like it?" you anxiously ask, looking at him with your pretty eyes as he smiles sweetly at you.

"yeah, you did really good, and now I want to reward you. lay there for me okay?" he whispers while slowly lowering his body until you feel his hot breath against your sensitive part, mewling sweetly when he starts kissing it.

"so pretty and so good for me. let me take care of you now, let me treat you good."

yuji itadori, yuta okkotsu, geto suguru, choso, todo aoi, kento nanami, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirishima, tenya iida, shota aizawa, keigo takami, takashi mitsuya, ken ryuuguji (draken), chifuyu mastuno, kazutora hanemiya, souta kawata (smiley), takemichi hanagaki, wakasa imaushi, seishu inui, armin arlert, connie springer, reiner braun, jean kirstein, zeke yeager, kagami taiga, kise ryota, murasakibara atsushi, kiyoshi teppei

𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀.

the pleasure is too intense, your body is so tense yet so lost and needy. you've lost count of how many times you already cum, all you can feel is his pulsing dick ramming into you, hitting that spot oh so sweetly. a delicious pressure starts to build in your belly, making you feel like heaven on earth, waves of pleasure washing over you.

"you're crying for me babe? ain't that sweet..." he softly says, and you only now notice the tears running down on your face.

without slowing down, and before you can wipe them away, he licks your cheeks, drinking your salty tears as you cry out his name.

"yeah cry for me, fucking cry while I stuff you nice and full."

megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, toji fushiguro, mahito, sukuna, shota aizawa, dabi, manjiro sano (mikey), ken ryuuguji (draken), chifuyu mastuno, kazutora hanemiya, souta kawata (angry), tetta kisaki, haruchiyo sanzu, hajime kokonoi, ran haitani, eren yeager, jean kirstein, armin arlert, zeke yeager, aomine daiki, akashi seijuro

𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 kink.

"t-too big mmh! I'm not... fuck-" you try to speak, feeling his cock splitting you open.

"you can do it, you've done it before." he softly says, stroking your cheek with his knuckles.

he has to restrain himself to sink deep into your tight entrance, so warm and ready for him. he has always felt a certain kind of fascination, seeing his thick member swallowed by your greedy hole. he hums softly at you while rolling his hips at a low pace.

"I'm almost all the way in, you're doing a good job sweetie fuck-" he can't help but curse at the end, watching the slight bulge that has appeared on your lower stomach.

you let out a breathy moan, holding onto his strong arms, your back arching when he's finally fully inside, bottoming you out.

"oh my fucking- move please, can you move?"

he smiles at your sweet beggings, placing his hand on each side of your head to get more comfortable. with his body towering yours, he starts to thrust into you, completely hypnotized by the way you're taking him.

yuji itadori, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, choso, todo aoi, katsuki bakugo, eijiro kirishima, tomura shigaraki, ken ryuuguji (draken), baji keisuke, hanma shuji, ran haitani, wakasa imaushi, reiner braun, erwin smith, jean kirstein, porco galliard, zeke yeager, kagami taiga, murasakibara atsushi, kiyoshi teppei

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆.

"not so bold now are you? where's that smirk you were wearing before?"

your fucking underwear stuffed inside of your mouth, you try to answer, only letting out incoherent sounds which makes him smile. he starts walking slowly around you, touching your hair slightly while you can't do anything but wait, with your hands tied behind your back.

"you want to speak mmh? well go on, speak, and fucking behave." he says, making you sit on the bed while he gets behind you, removing the gag in your mouth.

"make me." are the only words you can pronounce before he wraps his hand around your neck, pressing your back against his chest as his legs force yours open.

"you really want to be like this? when we both know who will break first? why torturing yourself uh?" he whispers against your ear, his hand slowly descending from your chest to your lower parts.

you breath begins to accelerate when his hand starts to slowly rub your clit, in an agonizing slowness. feeling your pussy throbbing on his fingers, he tightens his grip on your throat.

"you're enjoying this don't you? you like when I put you back into your place, you like it when I'm so rough with you, making you shut your filthy mouth."

before you can even let out a whimper, he moves his hand to place it on your mouth, while he keeps rolling your clit between his fingers.

"let's see how long you can last before breaking."

toji fushiguro, naoya zenin, mahito, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, shota aizawa, hitoshi shinso, dabi, tomura shigaraki, manjiro sano (mikey), hanma shuji, nahoya kawata (angry), tetta kisaki, rindo haitani, levi ackerman, erwin smith, porco galliard, midorima shintaro

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dejwritesarchived · 2 years ago

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ masquerade ⠀ 〳 ⠀ n.zenin ‵

No matter what part of speech of masquerade you use, both of them deal with putting on a false show or pretending. One evening Y/N L/N attends a masquerade ball in place of her best friend Shoko in hopes of just enjoying herself among a group of strangers with fancy masks. As the night prevails, Y/N learns that she's the sharp thorn that stands out on a rose. She's surrounded by the rich and elite of Japan when she's only a teacher that teaches English. Just her luck, it's Naoya Zenin that is pricked by her sharp thorn and grows even more intrigued by her existence. And everyone knows when Naoya takes interest in you, he just can't let you go.

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── warnings: non-curse/sorcerer au, opposite attracts trope, profanity usage, drug usage, alcohol usage, luxury au, businessman!naoya, teacher!reader, mentions of infidelity, naoya is such a billionaire jerk that simps for reader, gojo and naoya lowkey be roasting each other in this, reader compliments naoya's eyes and he freezes like a windows tab, naoya is a warning with his crazytail self, please slight ooc!naoya, smut warnings consist of oral (both m & f receiving), office sex, orgasm denial, choking kink, spit kink, praise kink, usage of handcuffs, breeding kink, more smut warnings will be added as chapters come out.

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ click here to read

#jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin smut #naoya zenin fanfic #naoya x reader #anime fanfic #anime x reader #anime smut #anime angst #jjk angst #it's ao3 exclusive !! but i would appreciate if you reblog and like this post <3333

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getoswhore · 3 years ago

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☰ ONE-SHOTS!

kento nanami ,

stained sheets : in which in heat nanami wants to fuck his wife full of his babies. | est. 0.9k+ wc.

cw/tw : pwp + breeding, mating press, creampie(s) for days, pregnancy, established marriage, mentions of children, overstimulation, nasty ‘n sloppy filthy sex.

☰ DRABBLES!

none yet!

☰ THIRST!

kento nanami ,

nanami blindfolding you while he tongue fucks you

choso ,

oblivious choso with a breeding kink

naoya zenin ,

giving a needy ‘n eager naoya a pussy job

hiromi higuruma ,

riding mr. higuruma’s pretty face ‘n nose

hiromi corrupting a new and young lawyer

mahito ,

mahito morphing his hand into tentacles to finger you

☰ SCENARIOS/OTHER!

can’t take it : jjk men’s reaction to you “running” from them when it becomes too much to handle. | ft. getō, gojo, toji, nanami, and choso.

analize : how the jjk men fuck your little tight rim. | ft. getō, gojo, toji, nanami, choso, and naoya.

his gift to you : what the jjk men would give to you on the night of christmas. | ft. getō, gojo, nanami, toji, choso + bonus with getō ‘n gojo.

baby trapping : being baby trapped by your favs and why they would. | ft. multi-characters + fandoms.

<– back to the main jujutsu kaisen masterlist?

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mulberrysilk · 4 years ago

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Hello, Nette! I sent that Getou thirst last time 😅 and I love it so fking much so uhmm I hope you don't mind me sending another one? Idk but I'm really into corruption kink rn? I don't know how you feel about breeding or pregnancy tho. I hope this is okay?

Cousin!Toji corrupting Naobito's only daughter and kidnapping her? How dare her, a woman, inherit the Ten Shadows Technique when he's born without a cursed energy? If he can't be clan head perhaps their son can if he inherits that precious technique from his mom. 🥲 Thank you!

pureblood

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader ( ft. Naoya Zenin)

cw: sorta plot heavy, smut, incest, corruption, dubcon, noncon, Naoya-nii, Cousin Toji, manipulation, cunnilingus, loss of virginity, Naoya being a misogynist, implied breeding kink

a/n: Okay the ages of the characters isn’t like the canon ages? Toji is in his early 30s while Naoya is 27, , and Gojo is 28 . And omgg I got carried away. I’m sorry bout that aHaha I took this as a chance to make it very very dramatic like Game of Thrones lmao hope u like it anon 👀 first time writing for Toji!!! And Naoya 😳 REEEEE ( I don’t mind at all that you sent another thirst! Hehe don’t be shy haha)

!! D A R K C O N T E N T A H E A D !!

!! M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T !!

How? It wasn’t fair.

His hands were clenched in fists, nails digging into his palms as he stared. The sight before him made his chest tighten and his stomach churn. Beneath the fading cherry blossom trees in the open courtyard of the estate, the fragile person who was blessed and robbed him of the Ten Shadows Technique that instantly made you rise above other Zenin family members, was given what he couldn’t have.

How was it, a pretty, innocent thing like you, who can’t even hurt a fly and hold a sword be blessed with the Clans honoured technique? He wanted to laugh at how you viewed your cursed shadows like mere domestic pets when they could’ve been of much more great use to him. It made his blood boil. You had the one thing that kept him from being clan leader. Cursed energy.

“Little sister!” The youngest of Naobito’s sons hollered, hugging you from behind tightly as you stood by the sparring ground where your other two older brothers busied themselves. “You have to learn how to fight too.” He spoke, voice above the clashing of swords.

“Naoya!” You squeaked, surprised at your brother’s presence.

Brat. Toji muttered to himself, glaring at the young man. Another heir treasured by Naobito.

“Dear sister needs to learn how to protect herself when I’m not around,” he chuckled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his closeness with you making Toji raise a brow. “I don’t know why father treats you like glass, keeping you so sheltered. Not that it really matters,” Naoya nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume while you didn’t think much of his brotherly affection. “Your dear older brother will always protect you.”

“How will I ever learn if you spoil me like that,” you giggled, a warm smile on your face, oblivious to the undertone of your protective siblings words.

“Why are you dressed in your best kimono?” He asked, still resting on you with his arms around your fragile body watching his brothers spar.

“We are receiving some important guests,” you answered, glancing down at your belt to make sure it was still in its proper placement. “The Gojo clan is coming to visit at Father’s request. Why? I don’t know.”

Toji leaned against the wooden column of the hallway, the servants stealing glances at the ruggedly handsome man as they passed, noticing the way he looked out into the courtyard with a solemn expression on his face, unaware of the wicked thoughts running through his brain.

Naobito asked the Gojo clan here for one thing and the idea made him scoff. It was exactly something he’d expect the old man to pull. His daughter, blessed with the clans technique, to be the bargaining chip and glue to the union of the Zenin and Gojo clan. The two clans have always butted heads for hundreds of years, and if the Gojo clan accepts, it would be some historical event for the books.

Toji smirked when he saw the dark look on Naoya’s face when it dawned on him what the Gojo clan’s visitation meant. He wasn’t blind to the way your brother fawned over you and was highly over protective. He knew how much bloodline meant to Naoya…and if he intended to keep it pure, maybe his obsession with his pretty sister was also a dangerous immoral crush.

Cant blame him, Toji shrugged, drinking in the way the fine robes hung on your frame, hiding the curves of your body. Like Naoya, he was only ever after the fact you inherited the Ten Shadows technique, your pretty face and tempting body was just a plus.

The rose coloured tranquility that radiated from the scene disappeared the moment a servant informed them to gather in the main hall and announced the arrival of their guests. You and your brothers were quick to respond to the call. You walked ahead of them, rushing a little as punctuality meant a lot to your father and yet you paused when you noticed his presence.

“Toji…” you said his name sweetly, like a sigh of relief. “Why do you linger in the shadows?” You smiled softly at him.

“A habit, I’m afraid,” he responded, standing to full height, taking note of how easily he towered over you.

“Well this is our home, you shouldn’t worry about anything dangerous here,”

Oh, if only you knew that you were surrounded by wolves.

“Mhm,” Toji only hummed, following you three steps behind as he too made his way to the main hall to catch a glimpse of the man that would be your betrothed.

Your brothers were practically murdering the young white haired man sat across from you with their eyes. The man with the six eyes, not adorning the blindfold he usually wore, had arrived uninterested with his elder but the moment his eyes landed on your form, sat beside your father, hands folded neatly on your lap, he was intrigued.

While an elder from their clan spoke with Naobito, Gojo Satoru would smirk your way, winking at you to make your pure little heart flutter in your chest and heat rise in your cheeks. This did not go unnoticed by your older brother who scowled as he looked at him. Toji remained silent, spectating from the shadows, a position all too familiar to him.

“Is there anything you’d like to ask Satoru, young one?” The elderly man beside Gojo spoke, silver hair cascading down his back.

“Are you really as strong as everyone says?” You asked, lifting your gaze to meet his enchanting cerulean orbs that glowed like starlight.

Gojo laughed heartily at your question, head thrown back and a wide boyish smile adorned his handsome face. You felt your cheeks warm at his laughter finding it made your heart flutter but fear crept up your spine as his laughter might be taken wrong by your father and brothers, taking you for a fool.

But…Gojo, when he composed himself, grinned. It was full of undoubted confidence that struck you with awe but enraged your relatives. What he said next was the cherry on top of their annoyance.

“I’m the strongest.”

Naobito only smirked and took a swig of his drink, not that he liked the guy, the confidence was arrogance at its finest but having you linked with him would be of great use to him and the opposing clan. To make way to the strongest Jujutsu Heirs that would undoubtedly inherit either yours or Satoru’s gifts. And it it was both? Well, isn’t that every sorcerer’s dream?

Either way, if the Gojo clan rejects, they could easily give you to marry the heir of the Kamo clan.

“She’s of age, yes?” The elder asked your father and he simply nodded. “Young and beautiful…how perfect. The clan accepts.”

“Woah, let me take her out on a date first!” Gojo joked, for your entertainment. Your smile that fought back to laugh audibly only stroked his ego, amused at how pristine you were.

“Y/N, why don’t you show Satoru the gardens,” Naobito cued, clearly wanting the two of you to get along and to have the discussion of what name the heirs will take, Zen’in or Gojo. The old man gave a knowing look to where Toji stood, arms crossed inside his yukata sleeves. He nodded at his uncle and patiently waited a couple of minutes before slipping away to keep an eye on you and that frivolous man.

And unfortunately, you were easily swayed by the silver haired sorcerer, his good looks, sense of humour and his confidence, wooing you into a false sense of security. Poor thing, Toji sighed watching as you excused yourself at the end of the night to retreat to your room, a sweet smile on your face as you reminisced of the moments you had spent with Gojo Satoru. The heated discussion between Naobito and his sons were muffled background noise, his eyes were entirely focused on you and he offered to walk you back to your room, which you accepted with no hesitation.

The stroll was comfortable, all though mostly silent, but that was because you trusted your dear cousin. Unlike the rest of the clan, you were kind hearted, something your father found to be a defect but it was admired of you by the rest of household. You were a lamb born into a family of wolves. You should’ve been more careful, more tact, smart instead of being a doe eyed, naive little girl.

Which was something that worked in his favour.

“Did the Gojo clan mean it when they accepted? Father didn’t tell me if they did…I had no idea he was matching me with suitors from other clans,” you broke the silence, the sounds of grasshoppers in the garden in the open corridors provided a tranquil aura.

“Satoru isn’t a man whose easily tied down,” he grunted bluntly, knowing it’d pierce and maybe break your perception of the man. But he knew even a man like Satoru would be intrigued by you and what you brought to the table. “Only a fool will turn down a chance of marriage with a woman like you.”

“Toji-san,” you murmured, soft warm eyes gazing up at him with innocence and trust. “I think I’ll be more useful as a wife than a Jujutsu Sorcerer…like Naoya said, I’m not that good at combat.”

“Your purpose is to bear a powerful heir and if you marry someone like Gojo or the heir to the Kamo clan, the chances of the child bearing the respective families technique is higher. It’s a prospect that neither clans can lie about that intrigues them.”

His words were straightforward as always, not sugar coating any thoughts to you. Your brows had furrowed and and an almost disheartened expression was on your face.

“I’m not cattle that one sells to be bred, cousin,” you murmured. “Naoya-nii said that being an obedient wife and a mother to children is the greatest role a woman could ever receive…it doesn’t sound as crude as you put it.”

Toji smirked, holding back a scoff. “But the actions of making children is crude, little one.”

Heat warmed your cheeks and you kept your gaze forward. Your chest felt tight with uncertainty but you pushed it down, thinking it was nothing and when you stood at your door, a part of you felt hurried to excuse yourself from your cousin.

“Goodnight, Toji,” you curtly nodded, standing on your tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, something you’ve always done with your brothers, unaware of how it churned and twisted Toji’s jealousy of how blessed you were.

You kept your smile on your face as you stepped back, fingers in the indents of the sliding doors latch and opening it a little for you to quickly disappear into. You didn’t know why your heart was racing in your chest as he remained stood there, not having left yet, waiting for you to get in.

“Toji, what are you doing here?” The sound of your older brother’s voice was god sent in that very moment and you took it as a chance to slip inside, shutting the door behind you, finally able to exhale and take deep breath.

“Walked your sister back to her room,” he simply replied, smirk ever present on his face. “Just had a little talk with her.”

Naoya didn’t question it and just shrugged before following you into your room, Toji taking note of how the latch locked. What was so important your older brother had to lock the door? He lingered, knowing about the little crack in your wall that he found provided a view into the your room, a world that seemed so peaceful and in that darkness he could make out your brothers frame standing before you as you sat on the foot of the bed, gazing up at him and listening to what he was saying.

Toji was going to leave out of boredom weren’t it not for how Naoya caged you in his hold, your back firmly pressed against his body as he whispered in your ear, a heated argument between the two of you no doubt.

“Nii-chan,” you calmly whispered, struggling against his hold, finding the way his hot breath was against your neck inappropriate. “Let go of me.”

“They can’t take you away from me. I won’t let them,” he growled, holding you tighter. “You love your nii-chan more than anything in the world right?”

“Of course I love you,” you reassured him, his embrace loosening a little, his face still nuzzled into your neck.

“You’re my precious little sister blessed with the technique of our ancestors. You and I,” he laced his fingers with yours. “We belong together. It’s up to us to keep our bloodline pure. With us, it’ll be stronger than before.”

“But you’re my brother,” your brows furrowed, confused as he gently turned the both of you towards the mirror, your reflections proving to him how you were made for him.

“And you’ll do anything for me cause that’s how much you love me,” he concluded, smiling at you softly in the mirror, his hands on your shoulders pushing down the sleeves of your kimono to expose your slender shoulders and collarbones. He inhaled a deep breath, your sweet scent making him throb in his hakama.

“Nii-chan,” your lips trembled, his warm fingers skimming along your collarbone and then along your jaw. “Don’t do that…f-feels weird.” You squeaked when his hands groped your breasts through the fine fabric.

“It’s okay, it’s just me,” he cooed, licking a stripe along your neck before he kissed and sucked on the sensitive skin. “I would never ever hurt you.”

“Naoya-nii, l-let go,” your voice shook, the way his rough hands squeezed the flesh of your breasts and his index finger and his thumb pinching your nipples through the fabric making your lower belly taut with heat, a grin formed on his face when he felt them pebble with his touch.

“Let nii-chan have his fun, Y/N,” he pouted, rubbing his hardened cock against your rear, eliciting a gasp from you. “Okay?”

You couldn’t say no. He was your older brother and…he loved you. Naoya wasn’t liked by anyone both in and out of the family but you looked up to him, his strength and how far he went to protect you goes unnoticed or ignored. Something only you could see.

You slowly nodded, remembering the first time he taught you how to kiss, telling you that it was okay since it was him, your nii-chan, and that only he and you could love each other like this.Knowing that he harboured hatred so easily to anyone who opposes him and his beliefs, you felt happy to be a person he loved.

He lead you back to your bed, lying you on your back as he undos the belt round your waist that held your kimono together, his eyes drinking in every inch of your skin that he revealed when he peeled the fabric off of your body. Your thighs squeezed close, embarrassed to be this bare before his eyes, an odd throb growing in your intimate area. He opened your kimono like he was unwrapping a gift, opting to keep it loosely hanging off your body, the dishevelled state you were in like a intricate work of art.

Naoya scoffed when your arms crossed your chest, shielding your breasts from him.There was no need for that now but still, he kept his resolve and remained as gentle as he always have been for his darling sister. Even as he began to touch you in places that were forbidden for him, the way you looked at him, with such admiration and trust stroked his pride.

He wasn’t going to go all the way tonight, not yet. He had all the time in the world til you’re wedding. He had planned to put his brat inside of you at the right time so that no one would expect that it was him. For now, he settled with his head between your thighs, suckling and fucking his tongue into your sweet virgin cunt, living for the way you trembled and muffled your moans.

Toji hummed, his assumptions about Naoya proven right. His cock was straining against his hakama, the sight of your legs hanging off your brother’s shoulders and the way your body arched whenever he found your sweet spot, made the idea of splitting you with his thick cock even more appealing. Naoya had the same objective as he did, and he’ll be damned if the spoiled brat got to you first.

On a warm spring day, Toji invited you to accompany him to an errand, and wanting a change of scenery from the clan estate you easily accepted and followed, unaware of where exactly Toji was taking you and falling asleep on the car ride there.

It was almost too perfect. Too easy.

The errand became an overnight stay in an apartment. He told you it’d take awhile and you didn’t think much of it, liking the new change the loft provided but then one night turned to two, then three and that night when he returned, you had asked him.

“When are we going back home?” You were sitting on the bed, comforter across your legs and wearing a robe that he gave you since your clothes were in the laundry, unprepared for the prolonged stay.

“Home?” Toji raised a brow, locking the door behind him, the click of the bolt closing colliding with the latch making your heart race in your chest for the first time during this trip. “We’re not going home yet.”

“Oh? It’s just…I’m never really away from the house this long,” you glanced down at your fingers. “And I haven’t been out in awhile…not that the apartment isn’t nice.”

“Well it’s too late to go out now,” Toji chuckled, removing his shirt as he made his way to the bed that you two shared. Your face flustered at his sudden show of skin, his upper body rippled with defined muscles.

“Can we go out tomorrow then? For lunch at least?” You shyly asked, averting your gaze from his macular torso, the image of his muscles flexing as he moved reminding you of how attractive your cousin was.

“Sure.” He shrugged, climbing on to the bed to his spot beside you, his large frame taking up most of the space so he was close, close enough to radiate warmth to you, skin almost touching yours. “Come on, where’s my goodnight kiss.” He fashioned a lazy charming grin, your eyelids blinking as he rolled over on top of you. His forearms rested on either side of your head and his thighs caged your hips.

“Toji…”you murmured, turning your head away, a familiar heat gathering in your lower belly as an image of how Naoya had pinned you once too many times like this, flashed before your eyes. “W-what are you doing?” Your voice was so small and you wished you had sounded more assertive as the smirk on his face only grew, wicked and unpredictable.

“Asking my pretty cousin for a good night kiss, you always do it so sweetly,” he husked, the timbre of his voice making you shiver and shift beneath him with unease.

You always did that…but in this moment, you felt if you didn’t do it, something bad would happen, it tugged at your heart strings in a weird way and you even thought about what would happen if Naoya found out. As his sister, even with how sheltered and kept in the dark you were, you knew of just how cold blooded and cruel he could be.

Not knowing what else to do, you leaned forward to press your lips on his cheek only for him to angle his head differently so that it connected with his lips instead. You could feel the indent of his scar against your lips, hot and warm, your remained still in shock even when he began to move his lips against yours.

“S-stop,” you turned your head away, heat crawling up your cheeks and spreading in your chest. Your hands tried to push him away only for you to notice how warm his taut skin was. “You mustn’t—

“And why not?” He grinned, tongue swiping at your lower lip.

“Because…” you tried to gather your words, pushing against him even though you were far less stronger than he was. “It’s wrong.”

“Really?” He shifted one of his legs to rest between your thighs, inching them apart, your attempt to resist him adorable. “You know,” he grinned, his one hand undoing the belt of the robe, your hands quick to try and cover yourself up, clenching the cotton fabric. “Your nii-chan doesn’t have to know.”

And like a deer in headlights, you froze. He had you trapped. Your throat grew dry not able to explain or find the words to deny the undertone of his words. It was an accusation. He knew.

“Naoya-nii…” you sniffled, only now becoming aware of the tears that were flowing from your eyes. “H-he said, that…it was okay…what we were doing—We can’t.” You shook your head, Naoya’s infuriated expression flashing in your mind. “Please!” You squeaked, his fingers under the robe moving from your hip bone. “D-don’t.”

“Awe, are you going to cry?” He chuckled, feeling the heat radiating from your core. Your attempts to escape him was futile and even pathetic. The deep seated frustration within him began to arise again because of that. A weak person like you inheriting the technique made his blood boil. Such a waste on you. You don’t even use it to defend yourself.

His fingers found their place on your mound and wasted no time dipping them between your folds, and pressing the pad of his index finger on your clit. “N-no, not there!” You cried, legs attempting to shut close but they were useless and your body was betraying you. Toji’s eyes lost the warmth they held when he was with you, it was dull and looked at you in a way that made you want to run and hide.

“You say you don’t want it but sweetheart , you’re getting wet,” he cooed, dipping his fingers in your entrance to spread the slick that had formed all over your cunt. “Don’t you miss your dear nii-chan?”

Your eyes screwed shut and your lips pressed hard against each other to muffle the whines and whimpers that threatened to leave you as you felt his warm fingers toy with your cunt. “S-stop.”

“You’re still saying that huh?” He sighed but his smirk remained, two fingers prodding at your entrance. Your eyes shot open to look at him, pleading him not to continue. “I’ll touch you in the same way he’s touched you so quit your whining.” And then, his hot breath was against your ear as he whispered, “I’ll touch you in a way you’ll forget about your nii-chan.”

“Toji, please—mhmf!”

Two thick digits slipped into your tight hole, the stretch and sensation of being filled making your walls clench around him.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” He nipped at your ear, working his fingers in and out of your cunt that began to drool with slick. “Mhm, you’re so tight. It’s been awhile since I fucked a virgin.”

“T-Toji, don’t move your fingers—Ah! Like that!” You squealed, back arching off the bed when he brushed against that spongy spot inside of you that made your whole body flutter. “D-don’t,” you panted.

But your protests that were weak willed in tone were only met with the curl of his fingers moving faster, fucking in and out of your hole till wet squelching noises resounded off the bedroom walls.

“Don’t be so shy, Princess,” he chuckled deeply, lowering himself till he was a breath away from your pulsating pussy, entranced by the way your cunt wrapped around his thick fingers. “Since you’re going to be a wife someday, you might as well learn the basics right?”

You whimpered in response but cried out when you felt his hot tongue flick against your clit switching between sucking and licking the sensitive nub, your hips bucking into his face as the familiar sensation of an orgasm quickly crept up on you.

“Toji—Ah—if you,” you tried to say, walls clenching tighter round his fingers. “I’m g-gonna cum.”

“Is that so? I don’t mind princess,” he grinned, fucking his fingers into you faster, scissoring and curling to bring you closer to the edge. “Make a mess all over my face. Let me taste you.” His mouth latched onto your clit again, his digits unrelenting. What tipped you over the edge was the slight nip of your clit between his teeth before his tongue soothed the notion, flicking against the aching nub fast.

A wanton moan slipped past your lips as you came, juices spilling forth and dripping down your pussy, and Toji lapped your release with a hum of delight. He pulled away to get a good look at your writhing form now glistening with sweat and your heavy lidded eyes paired with your parted lips swollen from biting them to muffle your moans, the heavy panting and the way you were sprawled before him, was a treasured sight.

Before you could come to, he had stripped from his pants and was quick to fist his throbbing hard cock in his hand before pressing the fat head against your entrance. Such a tiny little cunt, he mused. He was going to ruin you for sure. He was going to carve the shape of his cock in your virgin cunt and ruin you for any other man.

The floating sensation from orgasm was ripped from you when you felt something prod at your entrance, a slight sting to what wasn’t even inside you yet heightening your senses to the max. Your eyes shot to Toji knelt between your thighs, broad muscular frame casting a shadow over you, unable to deny how attractive he was. Your breath hitched when your eyes caught the sight of his member, fat pink tip leaking with precum and prominent veins along the fat length. He was going to tear you apart.

Panic flooded your veins and you pressed against his stomach in attempt to stop him, his hands on the back of your thighs and pressing them to your chest in a position you found embarrassing and completely exposed your glistening cunt.

“Toji, no. Please. Too big. It won’t fit,” you sniffled, trying to wriggle away from him. “I can’t—we’re not married. Naoya nii said I can’t do this with just anyone!” Your voice raised in pitch as he didn’t listen, only rubbing his length between your folds to lubricate, sparks of lust forming in your lower belly.

“But I’m not just anyone aren’t I?” He pouted his lips in mock pity, securing your legs in their folded position giving you and him a perfect view of your cunt slowly being split by his cock. “I’m someone close to you. Looked after you, cared for you, protected you.”

“Then why are you doing this?” You asked, too soft hearted to harbour any hate to someone you’ve known almost all your life. His hand cupped your cheek, fooling you so easily that he was actually doing this for the sake of you. But he felt he didn’t have to keep his farce. Not when he began inching his cock inside your tight heat, watching the way your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, wincing.

“I couldn’t be clan head because I didn’t have cursed energy,” he grunted, losing himself in the way your cunt gripped him. “And as if to mock me, the universe gave it to you along with the clan’s inherited technique. A meek, weak little girl who could barely lift a sword.”

Your nails dug into his forearms, so hard it might’ve drawn blood as his hot, fat member was stretching your walls past it’s limits. Tears formed in your eyes as the sensation of being filled confused you, your body reacted to it like you wanted it but his harsh words made you recoil in fear and unable to relax.

“Then, a sudden thought came to me when I saw you opening these pretty legs of yours to your nii-chan. Wanna know what it was?” He smirked, pausing his movements, cock sitting halfway inside of you.

You couldn’t respond. Your body ached with need and the feeling of him inside you started to feel too good. Like you could never ever get enough of it.

He always loved the sensitive ones.

Toji leaned forward to press his torso against your body, further pushing your thighs to your chest, the stretch of your hamstrings making you whimper. With a hand he gripped your chin, forcing you to look into his emerald eyes that glowed wickedly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, finding some sort of comfort with how close he was, close to forgetting that this was wrong. But all logic was impossible to think of when your cunny was being stuffed with his cock, hot and heavy inside of you.

“If I can’t be the head of the clan, maybe the little brat I put inside of you will.”

Those words and the way it rolled of his lips were the last things that you could make out before he buried himself inside of you completely, putting you in the trance of sinful carnal lust. A plane where all you could feel was him and nothing but him.

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