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pixiv: chico ⁺ . ✦ pairing. classmate!naoya zenin x reader ⁺ . ✦ sum. you're paired with your asshole of a classmate, naoya zenin, to complete your senior thesis. things don't go quite as you initially expected. ⁺ . ✦  tags ── ♡ ˚⊹︰mdni (18+), misogynist!naoya, drinkng, college AU, slight voyeurism, solo m, breeding, degrading, bratty!reader x dom!naoya, namecalling, humiliation, doggy style, teasing, spanking, biting / slight blood play ⁺ . ✦ wc. 3,558 ⁺ . ✦ an. another naoya oneshot, as request by @luckyrunnybunnyrabbit ! tried to show that naoya is a misogynist, but lowkey only because he's never interacted with a woman in his life before. maybe he's changed :') (pussy so good it made him a feminist) kinda rushed but i tried to review and edit it. feedback is always appreciated and i eat up your comments every time !!!!

You’re a senior about to graduate from a prominent university. You have one semester left, and one important class that needs to be fulfilled before you can walk that stage: your senior seminar class. You need to develop some sort of senior project or senior thesis, something to mark the culmination of your years of undergraduate study, something that proves you actually learned something, anything.

Another student is about to graduate in your same major, Naoya Zenin, president of the debate club and host of random bullshit finance bro podcast #2000. He talks about shitcoin, or whatever it’s called, and “alpha male” takes; you’re not sure exactly what that entails, as you’ve only heard people talk about the podcast, not actually watched it yourself. There’s no way in hell you would willingly listen to (and give views) Naoya’s bullshit. You already can’t stand his voice, always snarkily bringing up some “devil’s advocate” bullshit just to excuse his misogynistic and rude behavior.

Just last week, he said something stupid about how “women should not be allowed to get abortions”. That really boiled blood, and being the kind of woman that doesn’t back down from any challenge, you interrupt his sexist ramblings to laugh. Just straight up laugh at what he was saying, which shocked and silenced him. “Really, Naoya?” you start. “Maybe if women were allowed the right to an abortion, your mom could have saved all of us some sanity by not birthing you into existence.” He was too stunned to speak or respond, a flush overcoming his face as your classmates erupted into laughter. The professor had to wrangle everyone back on topic, finishing the lecture hastily and letting you go home early.

He will definitely remember that.

The next day, you receive soul-shattering news that you and Naoya will be working together on your senior project. Naoya is first to approach your Professor, practically begging her to reconsider. He would rather do it alone, than work with you. And for that reason, she does not relent, much to your dismay. You’re not exactly too keen on working with him either, for obvious reasons.

Whatever, you’re not going to try and ruminate on your bad luck. Might as well try to get started as quickly as possible, then he can be out of your way.

You invite Naoya over to your apartment, hoping the comfortable space will have everything you two need to work on your project. It’s a small, one bedroom apartment, but it’s cozy and comfortable for just you. Your decorations are everywhere, candles, artwork, hanging plants, fairy lights, everywhere. A woman definitely lives here, and Naoya makes sure to tease you about it.

“Are you an interior designer?” he asks.

“No,” you reply. “But isn’t it cute? I love it.”

“It looks like shit. It all clashes. Nothing works in here and it’s giving me a migraine.” Naoya pinches the bridge of his nose. “Next time, we’re going to my place.”

“Fine, whatever. Next time you want to complain, you can refurnish my entire apartment. Otherwise, shut up.” You roll your eyes, setting your bag down on the table, and sliding your laptop out. Naoya sits across from you, mimicking your actions.

Just when you’ve both hit a sort of flow-state, shared doc filling with words, brainstormed ideas, and random citations, your phone rings, piercing the serene workflow.

Your eyes dart to the front. It’s your father. You practically jump out of your chair, rushing into the other room to answer the phone.

A look of worry is sprawled across your face as you rush to grab your belongings. Confused, Naoya asks where you’re going.

“It’s an emergency. My mom’s been hurt. I need to go. I’ll be back later, just make yourself comfortable. I’m so sorry.” You say, hurrying out of your apartment and locking the door.

Naoya is unsure of what to do with himself. He works on his end of the project for a little while more, then gets bored. He decides he will try and appreciate the decor, and walks around, admiring pictures, flipping through photo albums, and picking up and looking at various knick knacks. Eventually, that gets boring.

He tries to watch something on the TV, but nothing looks appealing. He sighs, and reaches for his laptop. The battery dies just as he flips it open. How fucking convenient, he thinks to himself.

He shoots you a quick text, asking if it’s okay to borrow your laptop for the project. You reply within minutes: “Yep :) The password is 1234”.

He clicks his tongue. “Not very secure of a password. Typical woman.” But there’s no one around to hear his reprimand.

He logs onto your laptop, continuing some of his work. He gets bored, and decides to just scroll through whatever he can find on reddit. When that doesn’t satisfy his boredom, he starts snooping through your files. He wants to know what kind of stuff you look at, what you save, what you do.

And honestly, he wasn’t expecting any of this. A folder simply named “<3” is buried deep within other folders, as if it was partially hidden to prevent snooping, which is exactly why he needs to see it. His brown eyes widen as images and videos of you populate the screen.

There’s hundreds of them, all content of you nude, lewd, or in a compromising position. He goes through each and every one. Most of them are basic nude pictures, you posing with your tits out, or pictures of you in your panties. But something catches his eye and makes his mouth water. Something so delicious, so enticing, that he can’t look away. He needs to burn your movements onto his retinas so he can always remember it.

It’s a video of you naked, face down on a bed with your ass up, exposed to the camera. One hand fucks your cunt with a toy, while the other works your clit. Muffled moans and the wet sounds of fucking are all that fills the air. The only sensation Naoya can perceive other than watching and hearing you, in this moment as if time is slowed down, is the feeling of his cock straining against his pants, begging to be released from its clothed prison.

Naoya is quick to unzip his pants, a slave to his carnal desires. His cock springs free from his pants and his boxers, angry and red for being neglected for so long. His cock throbs as he replays the video of you cumming on your toy over and over. He loops the video, not wanting to forget every sound, every movement, as if it’s his only chance to see it. And to be honest, it’s his first time ever seeing a woman he knows like this, even if it’s not in person.

Naoya might act like he gets bitches, but in reality, he gets nothing. His phone is drier than the sahara, and it’s this unfortunate desperation that overrides any rationality or reasoning he might have had in this moment. He tugs at the head of his cock, a groan pushing out from his lips. The tip leaks so much precum, making a slick, lewd sound with every one of Naoya’s strokes.

He would love to take his time, but he feels so rushed, so hurried, like he needs to cum now, and so he fucks into his fist with so much speed you wouldn’t even be able to tell what’s happening. His desperation, his wanton lust fully controlling his mind only pushes him deeper into that pit, closer to his own end.

He moans your name, wishing he could fuck you full of his cum just like that toy in the video. And it’s in this moment he realizes he actually wished he could be the object for once. Not the one objectifying, but the one being used. 

He shakes his head, trying to clear those thoughts from his head. He wouldn’t be used, he would be using you. Taking every part of you like he deserves. Maybe then you would shut the fuck up instead of talking back to him. Maybe, just maybe, you need a good dick to clear your head, to fuck all the thoughts away.

Naoya’s hips thrust erratically, his cock pulsing as he cuts in his hand, watching you fuck yourself. He needs that. No, he deserves that. And he will definitely get it.

—

You return home, nothing misplaced or amiss. Naoya is lounging about on the sofa, watching some random bullshit on the tv as he mindlessly scrolls on his phone.

“I’m so sorry for being so long, Naoya. Are you hungry? Let me make something,” you say, heading towards the kitchen. You whip up something quick and easy, inviting Naoya to sit at the table and eat.

“Thanks,” he replies, before taking a bite. “I got a lot done while you were gone. We’re probably about halfway done now.” He acts nonchalant, as if he didn’t just blow a load 20  minutes prior to your hidden nudes.

“Great, you’re a lifesaver, Naoya.” You smile at him, taking a bite of you.

Naoya doesn’t respond as his heart skips a beat, watching you smile at him. Why do you make him feel so out of control? He desperately needs to find a way to regain it, or else it might not end well for him.

—

The following weekend, Naoya invites you over to his estate to finish your project and have dinner with him. He kept insisting that it was “only fair” since you cooked for him. But since when does Naoya ever give a shit about things being “fair”?

You decide not to question it as you pull up to his house. You’re greeted by servants and various staff as they escort you inside, leading you to a lounging area where Naoya awaits you.

He’s sitting on the plush, leather sofa as his laptop rests on his lap. He’s already working, trying to get a head start on your work. You have a lot of work left to do, but you’re confident you can pull it off in tonight’s session.

— 

Just when you thought your brain might be fried, you finalize your draft and submit it. Relief washes over you as you no longer have a pending project coming over your head, and Naoya invites you to the dining room, hunger taking over both of you.

The chefs bring out a delicious feast of lobster, steak, shrimp, really anything you could ask for. Your mouth waters as your eyes feast on all the food. 

Naoya watches as you get excited. “Why are you acting like you haven’t had fucking lobster before?”

“Because I fucking haven’t had lobster before, dipshit.” You ignore his attitude and eat the delicious food, the flavor melting on your tongue.

He smirks at you. “Well, enjoy it. You’ve certainly earned it.”

He’s being unusually nice. Uncharacteristically complimentary tonight. Whatever, might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

After dinner, Naoya pours some champagne, and has the bartender prepare a few cocktails. You slam drinks down like it’s your hobby, and before you realize it, the alcohol has consumed you instead.

You relax and talk while enjoying drinks, which feels odd to you. You never thought Naoya would enjoy something so “baseless” like getting drunk. You thought he would be the type to need to be in control or something, anything, just not getting white girl wasted.

You feel heat spreading through your body from the alcohol, a different beast consuming you entirely. You always make bad decisions when you’re this drunk, and tonight would be no exception.

It’s at this point you realize you’re watching some random movie — when did you even start watching something?? — Pressed against Naoya, laying on the couch. 

You flush. When did this happen? 

Your eyes must be deceiving yourself, because he actually looks fucking hot. The way the light bounces off his blonde hair, refracting it. His sharp, angular jaw that leads to his neck, and adam’s apple bobbing with every swallow of his drink. In that moment, you wish you couldbe whatever he’s drinking, pressed against his lips as he swallows.

Your cheeks flush, and your core feels overwhelmingly hot. The room is somewhat hot as well; the collar of Naoya’s shirt pulled back somewhat, exposing the collar of his neck. He’s flushed with alcohol, red and sweaty just like you. 

You must not be thinking clearly. And neither is Naoya, as he quickly lifts the hem of his shirt, pulling it off to expose his sweaty chest. You’re sitting next to him, shocked, as you watch his chest and abs glisten from sweat in the reflection of the movie. The colors bounce off his porcelain skin, mesmerizing your already easily-captivated self.

You’re definitely more drunk than him, which you only realize as you catch your mouth actually watering at the sight of him.

Naoya pays no mind to you, eyes glued to the screen, focusing only on the movie.

Your cheeks flush. He’s ignoring you, and that’s pissing you off. But what upsets you more is how bad you want his attention. How you want him to look at you the same way you’ve been eyefucking him this whole night.

And since you always make bad decisions when drunk, taking your shirt off actually seemed like a genius idea. You strip, pulling your blouse off to expose your lacy bra. You fan your face, pulling your hair back behind your bed in an attempt to cool your neck. “It’s so fucking hot in here, isn’t it?” 

And Naoya, being the “oblivious” person he is, looks over to respond to you when he catches sight of your almost bare-chest. He can see the redness of your flushed cheeks as you look up at him through your lashes, basically seducing him like some fucking temptress.

He smirks, content that his plan worked exactly like he thought it would.

“Yeah, it’s hot in here,” he replies. “And it looks like you’re still so hot. Need help, hm?” But it’s not a question as he’s pinning himself on top of you, pulling your shorts off to reveal your matching panties. His eyes darken as he notices you put thought into this too, how you were making subtle moves in your mind with the exact same end goal as he was.

He grins at you as his face inches closer to yours. “You wanted this, didn’t you?” He whispers into your ear, arms pinning you against the cushions.

“Definitely not.” Even in this position, even at your most compromised, you still push back at him. Which only serves taking and using you all the more satisfying for him.

“Fucking whore. I can see it as plain as day.” He grunts, pushing his hard bulge against you. 

“Really? Took you long enough. You’re so slow I thought you were stupid for a second.” You chuckle, egging him on.

But he doesn’t reply, instead choosing to push his entire body against you, practically crushing you, as his lips crash against yours. His teeth bite your lip, drawing blood. He sucks on it, groaning at the taste of your pain. His tongue searches for yours, dancing and pushing and flicking it. He’s pushing his tongue as deep as it can go, practically down your throat as he tries to taste every little crevice he can find.

His hand grips your breast, fondling it as he pushes your bra out of the way. His free hand snakes down your waist, then your hips, until it reaches the lace strap of your panties. He tugs at them, a small slap resounding as it hits your skin. He loves the sound.

His hand pushes your panties to the side, looking for your already sopping wet cunt. His fingers delve in the folds of your cunt, searching for where you’re the most sensitive. Where he knows you fucking love to be touched.

His thumb brushes against your throbbing clit, and you moan into his ear at the sudden sensation. “Good whore, you sound so fucking pretty when you feel good.” He purrs at you, circling your clit and rubbing it with such feverish haste it almost feels too intense.

His fingers take intermittent breaks from abusing your clit to push into your tight cunt, stuffing you full to his knuckles. He can only fit two thick fingers before he notices you struggling to adjust to it.

“Aww, so disappointing. Your cunt is so tight it can only take two of my fingers. We might need to work on that, doll.” His words make your cunt flutter at the thought of being trained to accommodate him, something so lewd in the promise of being molded just for him.

“I felt that,” he chuckles. “You want that, don’t you?” 

You cannot form words as his fingers stroke your swollen clit once more, falling deeper and deeper into that pit of of pleasure. His fingers fuck into you, rubbing against your sensitive g-spot, making you pant beneath him like a fucking dog. At this rate, you’ll cum all over his fingers before you’ve even had a chance to be stuffed full of him.

His meticulous fingers work your pussy, fucking into them with such precision it feels too perfect. Too calculated. He leaves kisses down your neck, trailing down your stomach until he reaches your poor, abused cunt.

His fingers never stop fucking you as his warm breath tickles your cunt. His mouth dives straight down, tongue searching for that sensitive nub that is so close to cumming. His tongue laps at you, sucking your juices as it flicks across your sensitive clit, driving waves of pleasure through your body.

“Naoya, fuck—” You say, breath catching in your throat as you feel the knot tighten. “Gonna cum—ah” you whimper, orgasming consuming you. You cum so hard you momentarily stop breathing, feeling pleasure crash all over and invade your senses. Your mouth is drooling as you force yourself to catch your breath, ears ringing from the intense orgasm.

“Now, my turn. Be a good slut and turn around.” He orders, waiting for you to flip onto your tummy as his hand shoves your face into the cushions of the couch. He looms over you, your ass up in the air and your weeping cunt just begging to be filled.

Naoya takes a moment to admire his hard work as he strokes his thick cock. “It’s so wet… and puffy. You’re all a mess after that. Probably the best you’ve ever cum in your fucking life, bitch.” 

His fingers spread your cheeks and pulls your cunt apart, spreading it to look at it closer. “Such a tight little cunt, can’t wait to train you to take my cock.” He coos, as he lines up the tip of his large member. His fingers hook the side of your panties, pulling them aside, allowing easier, unobstructed access to your needy cunt.

He slams it in, not giving you a moment to adjust or recover. It leaves you breathless, literally knocking the wind out of you. He fills you so much it hurts, it’s bigger than anyone or anything you’ve ever taken. It threatens to tear you apart, but Naoya doesn’t relent. If anything, that tightness only makes him want to fuck into you harder, deeper, and faster.

He groans, pleasure overcoming him. Your cunt molds around him so perfectly, like it was designed to take you. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Even better than I had imagined. It’s like you’re made to take this cock, and only this one.”

His hand slaps your ass, leaving a red, angry hand print on your otherwise soft, plush skin. He slaps it more and more, the sound only edging him on. He grabs onto your hips as he pulls you into each of his thrusts, fucking into you as deep as he possibly can.

The squelching of your wet pussy is lewd, and only makes you want to be stuffed more. Your free hand shoots to your cunt, searching for your abused clit. Muffled moans make your moments of pleasure, the feeling of being stuffed full so erotic and so lewd you can’t help but enjoy every bit of it. 

“Aww, so cute. I knew you would do that, slut. Can’t help it, can you?” He grunts, fucking into you as he pistons his cock, in and out with such force it’s sure to leave bruises on your thighs and ass.

“Go on, bitch. Play with yourself. I wanna feel you cum around this cock.” He teases, his words eliciting a muffled moan from your mouth.

Your fingers work your clit, rubbing and sliding against it so perfectly that you feel your orgasm rushing towards you. Your heart stops as it crashes over you, stars filling your vision as you cum while Naoya fucks into you, clenching your already tight walls around his thick cock.

Naoya almost whimpers as you clench around him, fucking you through your orgasm. He’s mesmerized as your ass ripples and bounces with each thrust, pushing him over the edge. He collapses onto you, moaning as his cock throbs, spewing his hot cum into your cunt.

He doesn’t pull out until he’s sure all of it has filled you up.

You catch your breath, as you sit up, and pull your panties back over your cunt. He helps you get dressed, and fetches a glass of water for you. 

You thank him. You could get used to this, as long as Naoya stuffs you full and shuts up. He’s not so bad, when you can get past all the arrogance. In fact, you might even like toying with him. Next time you’ll have to flip the script and reverse your roles, you’d love to see how acts as he submits to you. 

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 ⁺ . ✦ pairing. zenin naoya x f! reader  ⁺ . ✦ sum. You're missing an important document for work that you need prepared the next morning. You go into work extremely late, not expecting anyone there. Naoya, your subordinate, approaches you while working, and airs out his complaints and dissatisfaction.  ⁺ . ✦  tags ── ♡ ˚⊹︰mdni (18+), misogyny, au- no powers, maledom, femsub, humiliation, verbal humiliation, degradation, verbal degradation, name calling, dubious consent, misogyny, misogynist naoya, perverted naoya, scents/smells kink, unprotected sex, breeding, creampies, rough sex, blow jobs, cunnilingus / eating out, man-whore naoya, porn without plot, forced proximity kinda, embarassment, office sex, office uniform, fmc is naoya's boss and he fucking hates it, being called a good girl, orgasm edging  ⁺ . ✦ wc. 2,755 ⁺ . ✦ an. Heavily inspired by this erotic visual novel (https://sweetmilkgames.itch.io/overtime). Literally the MMC looks like Naoya and I was HOOKED. Honestly such a good lil VN and I suggest playing it!

You loudly sigh as your keycard beeps, allowing you access into your office building. The office is seemingly dead, after all it is close to midnight; yet you rushed over at this hour because of a forgotten file that you need prepared early tomorrow morning.

Your body shivers as you walk inside the dimly lit office entrance, making your way to the back of the building, where the associate’s cubicles are. Your heels echo loudly throughout the hallway, alone in the almost-silence.

You flip the lights on as you make your way towards the back. You sigh again as you make your way to your office space.

You glance over your desk, sure that you left the documents on the desk before leaving for work that day. You move folders, papers, and other items along the desk in pursuit of the elusive fucking papers. They are nowhere to be found, not on top of the desk, inside a drawer, or even in your trash bin.

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. It’s going to be another long night.

You move the mishap of papers and folders aside and set your belongings down onto the desk. You boot your computer on and wait for it to start up. It looks like you’re going to have to rewrite the entirety of the document from scratch.

The heating kicks on, and you hear the slight hum of the heating unit working to warm up your office. You decide you might as well get comfortable and kick off your heels.

Before you get settled in, you exit your office in search of the employee break room, where a paradise of caffeine awaits you. Well, not a paradise… more like a pot. But good enough.

As you approach the break room, you notice the light is already on.

Weird, you think to yourself. Shouldn’t this be off by now? I’m pretty sure I’m the only one here. Whatever… someone probably left it on. Not my electricity bill, not my concern.

You yawn as you put a pot of coffee on, waiting for the water to heat and brew your coffee. As you wait, you hear a rustling sound coming from the main employee office area. You turn around, trying to peer into the darkness to ascertain what the sound was. Everything is still as you look around, and your coffee pot bubbles and boils, signaling that it is done brewing.

You pour a cup of coffee, add some cream and sugar, and start shuffling back to your office. You make sure to leave the lights on, just to be extra safe.

Back in your office, you plop down onto the desk chair and sit in front of your computer. With a large gulp of hot coffee, you sigh and begin working.

---

After about an hour, you determine that the document is good enough and decide to save and print it. You send the document to the printers in the print room, begin packing your stuff up, and put your heels back on.

You grab your bag and make your way over to the printing room. The smell of freshly printed paper fills the air, and the paper is warm to the touch. Satisfied with your work, you tuck the document into a folder, securely fitting it into your work purse. As you put the document away, you notice your keys are missing. You rustle through your purse, to no avail.

Fuck! Where could they have gone?!

You frantically search your purse and find no keys, much to your disappointment. You hurriedly rush back to your office room, turning every object over in a desperate attempt to find your lost keys. As you’re bent over your desk, deep into a drawer searching for your keys, you hear the office door click shut.

“Looking for these?” You hear a man’s voice, slyly questioning you as he spins your keys on its keyring around his finger. You look up to see your coworker, Naoya, standing in front of your closed, and locked, office door with a wide grin plastered all over his face.

“You thief!” you say, as you move around the desk to get closer to him and attempt to take your keys back. “Give those back to me! Why would you even take them? For fuck’s sake, Naoya!”

He continues jingling the keys; he has no intention of giving you your keys back. He clicks his tongue. “Now that is not very ladylike, is it?” He remarks about your foul language. “Ask nicely, and maybe I will consider giving them back.” His smile widens more, as he looks down at you with amusement in his eyes.

You look up at him, flustered, and honestly shocked that he would act like this and speak to you this way. He’s your subordinate, and you’ve always found him to be respectful and easygoing when working with him. You’ve never seen him like this. You will not give him what he wants, and you double down.

“As your superior, I am ordering you to return my personal property. If you don’t, I will have corrective action taken—”

He moves closer in one swift motion, closing the gap between the two of you. His hand covers your mouth, physically stopping you from finishing your sentence. He groans. “That is much better. Women should be seen, not heard, y’know? And I’m getting real tired of you, a woman, flaunting your authority over me. So, here’s what we’re gonna do,” He licks his lips, as he looks down at you with a sinister smile. “You’re going to be a good girl. You’re going to do what I want, and you’re going to do it well; I know you’re capable of it. When I’m satisfied, I will return your keys, and even personally walk you to your car. There are many unsavory types out at this hour, of course.” He chuckles to himself, as your eyes widen in fear…and arousal?

Naoya pushes you against your desk. It’s uncomfortable how much pressure he exerts over you. Still standing, he grabs you by your chin and forces you to look up at him.  “You’ll be a good girl, right? We don’t have any problems, right?” His gaze pierces yours, and you can tell with the grip strength of this man that he can easily overpower you. It’s best not to fight back. You think, as you nod in his grasp. “Good girl. There are a few things you should keep in mind though. First, I will not repeat myself. An obedient bitch should always be listening intently to serve men the men around her.” He grins once more, as he peers down at you.

“Second, don’t try anything fucking stupid. Prove to me that you’re smart. Or at least as smart as a woman can be.” You gulp, filling with rage. This guy is a piece of shit, you think to yourself. You know he’s much stronger than you though, and so you are helpless at the moment.

“Third, do what I say--” he begins ,as he leans down to whisper into your ear. “And it will feel good for you too. I know what I’m doing; you’re not my first toy, after all.” He purrs into your ears, before licking and nibbling on your earlobe. “Be good for me, please,” he whimpers into your ear. Even despite this, you know he’s mocking you. He moves along your neck and bites you, leaving a mark where others can see. Asshole, you think to yourself.

He pulls away from you. “On your knees, whore.”

You quickly get on your knees in front of him, looking up to him and waiting to hear what is next on his fucked up plan.

“Good girl. Now unbutton my pants. And be quick with it. I’m already leaking in anticipation.” Your hands move to his belt, unbuckling it quickly. You unbutton his pants, and slide his boxers off along with his pants. His large cock springs out, and a bit of the precum flies onto your face. You swear you hear him laugh at you.

Your eyes look forward, and you take in the sheer size of that thing. It’s bigger than any you’ve had before. Your eyes widen as you realize what’s next.

He places a hand on the back of your head, as he ushers you forward. “Open wide, and no teeth, slut.” You open your mouth as wide as it will go and take in the head of his hard cock. You feel the heat of it, and the saltiness of his precum leaking into your mouth. As you take in more of his cock, he grows impatient. “Now do something with it, bitch. Don’t just sit there doing nothing.”

His hand grips your head harder, and he starts moving your head up and down. The sloppy, wet sounds are the only noises piercing the silence. As you settle into a rhythm slurping his cock and swirling your tongue, he starts pushing his cock deeper into your mouth, reaching your throat. You gag a bit as tears form in the corners of your eyes.

“Such a disgusting sound for a disgusting whore, isn’t it? Deep breaths, pet. In and out. You can do it.” His uncharacteristic encouragement makes your cunt throb, and you take his advice trying to steady your breathing. He gives you some time to adjust to the sensation of stuffing your throat before he continues going in deeper.

“Good girl~” he moans as his grip tightens in your hair. He picks up his pace as he throatfucks you. His other hand grips your throat, and he takes a sick pleasure in feeling your throat get stuffed with his thick cock.

He pumps into your throat erratically, picking up the pace as he approaches the edge. You can no longer breathe as he fucks your throat deeper and harder, and you start pushing against him, trying to get away.

He holds your head steady as he pumps one final time into your throat, and cums deep inside. “Fuck yes, you’re so good at this. Probably the best throatfuck I’ve ever had~” he pants as he pulls out. You cough, trying to breathe again.

“Stand up,” he commands. You follow through, trying to regain your breath. “I’m impressed at how well a dumb slut like you could take me, and for that, you get a reward. Strip. Now.”

You take off your blouse and your skirt. Before you can take your tights, he stops you. “Leave it,” he says.

You look up at him as he grabs your hips and places you atop your desk. He opens your legs wide and rips your tights open. You know better than to complain at this and silently take your losses.

He lowers his gaze as he notices your wet panties. He can tell how wet you are just from the soaked spot you left on them. He grins as he pulls your panties aside, and hovers right beside your cunt. He takes in the smell of your wet cunt before diving right in.

Naoya is not one to give oral, usually he is only on the receiving end. But you impressed him, and he did say you would be rewarded for good behavior. He didn’t actually expect you to do so well when sucking him off, and he felt generous enough. But he mostly agreed to eat you out because of how delicious he thought you must taste. He needed to know, even if it was outside of his norm.

He starts licking your clit, gently at first. You pant and moan as his gentle licks leave your clit wanting more. He notices, and smiles as he picks up the pace and increases pressure. You whimper as his tongue licks harder, covering more of your clit in a swift understroke. He keeps flicking at you, bringing you closer to the edge. You moan and struggle to support yourself against the desk.

His tongue expertly flicks around your clit. He plays with you, bringing you ever so close to the edge before stopping altogether. His hands grip your thighs as he pushes your legs even wider. He needs to taste as much as he can.

He flicks his tongue across the tip of your clit, and you feel that familiar sensation. The knot in your abdomen tightens as his licking increases. You feel the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy wash over you as you cum on his tongue. Naoya laps up your juices, taking in the very taste of your essence. With a satisfied smirk, he moves away from your cunt.

He flips you around, bending you over your desk and pushing you against it. He stands behind you as his legs spread yours open. “You know, he says, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” He lowers himself to your height as his erect cock lines up with the entrance of your cunt. “You’re such a bitch, and it always pissed me off how I had to take orders. Now, you’re taking from them me. Just as it should be,” he coos as he thrusts himself into your cunt. The sudden entry stretches you to your limit, but he grunts in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Initially, I just wanted to scare you and teach you a lesson, but you’re such a fucking distraction. How can I do anything right when you dress in a tight skirt, black tights, and those fucking heels every fucking day?” He complains as he starts thrusting into you. Your eyes tear up as he thrusts deep into you. You whimper, feeling how stuffed his cock is inside of you.

He groans as you take him so well. “And then you have the nerve to tell me my performance is slacking, and we need to come up with bullshit evaluation plans, and all this shit. But it’s—aahh,” he grunts and stutters, “it’s all your fucking fault. Fuck.” He groans as he pulls out of your sopping wet cunt and forcefully slams it back in. You moan as his cock pulls out of your tight hole and pushes its way back inside. You feel him deep inside of you, fucking your core.

“This is what you deserve. Always fucking blaming me. When it’s your fucking fault, bitch. This is your fault and you deserve it.” You moan as one hand slaps your ass. He thrusts into you, taking his sweet time to relish your body and its erotic sensations.

“Y-you’re lucky you feel so fucking good, whore. Such a good fucktoy, yeah~” he pants as he picks up the pace, slamming into your cunt and pulling it out with a feral voracity. His hand lifts your leg onto the desk, spreading your cunt open as he fucks into you. His nimble fingers find your clit and start rubbing it.

You moan out as his fingers circle and play with your needy clit. “Fuck, Naoya! Yesssss~,” you slur as the pads of his soft fingers bring you closer to the edge.

His thrusts pick up the pace as his fingers match the rhythm of his cock slamming into you. You feel warmth spread over your body as the sensation of his thick cock stuffing you to the very brim and his quick fingers rubbing your clit sends you over the edge.

Your body shakes as an orgasm takes over you. You squeeze hard, feeling his cock throb and pump hot cum into your cunt. He pants on top of you, holding onto your hips for stability. You feel his cock continue to pump his cum deep into you, and you wonder just how much he could possibly have to make it seem this excessive.

He moves behind you, giving you space to regain your breath and stand up. You feel cum gush out of your pussy as you stand aside him, and you rush to slide your albeit thin panties to try and stop some of the leaking.

He grins as he watches you catch your breath and try to dress yourself. He sighs a large sigh contentment as he dresses himself.

You look up at him, not sure of what to say or how to interact.

“Here’s your keys,” he says as he tosses them towards you. “I’ll walk you out. Don’t want my new toy to get damaged by others,” he says as he winks at you. “We’ll do this again. Soon.”

⁺ . ✦ an. Hi my lovelies! Sorry for the long ass hiatus xD Finishing a degree and starting grad school... but I have downtime to write again :DD Anyways! I feel like I made Naoya too nice but whatever I can't resist lolllll. Hope y'all liked it!

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‹𝟹 nsfw! 18+ oneshot

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›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› 18+! f!reader/m ›› date published: 12/8/23 ›› 3k words

‹𝟹 summary:You're tired from exams, hoping to rush home and take a quick shower and sleep. Unluckily for you, you get pulled over on your way home by Officer Toji Fushiguro.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk , jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres/warnings: police au, insults, dubious consent, power imbalance, impact play

‹𝟹 tags: police au, police uniforms, uniform kink, cop toji, rough sex, manipulation, coercion, people pleaser, public sex, sex on a car, abuse of authority, au - no powers, dubious consent, being called a good girl, praise kink, degradation, choking, spit / spitting, spit kink, face slapping, slapping, spanking, vaginal sex, dry humping, cunnilingus, hair pulling, breeding, vaginal fingering, fingerfucking, name calling, pet names, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji has a big dick

‹𝟹 notes: this story is originally posted on my ao3! hope y'all like it here too! i just wanna say that this is all fantasy. i am actually against cops but ima be real.... i still got fantasies lmfao X_X enjoy!

It’s finals week at your college. You had your last final of the week, and it ended late at night. Yawning as you’re driving, you want to get home as soon as possible. You silently curse yourself for living off-campus, it would have been nice to live at the dorms and have a short walk back. You valued your independence and freedom, however, and that is why you opted for a more expensive off-campus living arrangement.

You look at the clock on the dash of your car: 10:43. You just want to hurry up and shower, snuggle in bed, and drift to sleep. It wasn’t worth it taking the main highways, there would probably be lots of traffic from people going out on a Friday night. You take a less-used road, it won’t add much more time, and you could honestly make up for it if you went a little faster. Plus, cops don’t usually care enough to check out back roads.

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Toji specifically chose this intersection because it wasn’t used as frequently. He didn’t want to camp out on a main highway, that’s more work, and for what? He always lived by the motto of working smarter, not harder.

He’s backed up on a street, lights of his motorcycle turned off. The abundant foliage and trees add more darkness, and it doesn’t help there’s very few street lights on these roads. Toji wanted to just take a break, smoke a cigarette, and wait until his shift was over. He already met whatever “quota” for traffic citations he was tasked with, he just needed to wait until he was off at midnight and could make his way back to his apartment.

He leisurely sat upon his motorcycle, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. He exhaled and watched as the smoke dissipated in the cool air. He clicked his tongue. He was slightly ticked off he hadn’t taken a patrol car instead. He usually used the motorcycle, but the brisk fall air was not pleasant against his uniform. The black button up hugged his muscles and body, he was glad he at least chose the long sleeve today. Although he had a bad habit of rolling his sleeves up anyways, constantly creasing and wrinkling his uniform. Thick but tight black pants with a gold stripe running along the sides provided him minimal warmth, however. The long black leather boots all motorcycle patrols wore made up for the inadequate coverage on his legs.

He groaned, feeling the cool air start to affect him. His moment of complaint didn’t last long as he watched a car run right through the stop sign in front of him. He clicked his tongue again. Whatever, at least it gives me something to pass the time. He quickly dropped his cigarette and snuffed it out with his boot, before turning his headlights and sirens on.

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As you flew past the intersection, you saw red and blue flashing lights appear not too far behind you, picking up speed and getting closer.

“Fuck.” You groaned out loud. You were sure no cops would be there; why would they ever be there? They never were before. “This fucking sucks. I definitely fucked up.” You pulled over to the side of the road soon after.

The first thing you see as the officer approaches your window is how built he is. How taut his clothes are against his skin. You gulp. You feel like a fucking pervert, thinking these kind of thoughts in this kind of situation.

“Good evening, miss,” the officer greets you as your window finishes rolling down. “Do you know why I pulled you over tonight?”

You try to gulp again, but your mouth is instantly dry. You feel like a deer caught in headlights. In a way, you are. “N-no… officer. I’m sorry I don’t know.” You’re looking everywhere but this officer. You have confrontation issues in general, and a person with authority absolutely kicks your anxiety into overdrive. You’re sweating so much, you once read in an article to act like you don’t know why you’re being pulled over.

Toji clicks his tongue. “Little miss, you were driving exceptionally over the speed limit, not to mention you completely flew past a stop sign before I pulled you over. Do you understand how reckless that is?” You can’t see into his face very well with his helmet covering his head. You chose to look at his abdomen, but that’s not much help either.

“I-I understand,” you meekly stumble out. Your cheeks are flush, and you feel like you’re about to cry. You don’t want to get in trouble; you’re instantly apologetic for not being more careful.

Toji smirks. “Very well, license, registration, and insurance please, little miss.”

You shuffle around, pulling your bag into your lap. Grabbing your license and insurance card out of your wallet before reaching into the glove compartment to retrieve your registration. Your shirt hikes up a bit as you lean over to grab your stuff, and Toji takes this time to observe the scene. At least, that’s what he says he’s doing. In reality, he’s looking at the exposed skin from your shirt lifting and your leggings that hug your body. He licks his lips, thinking of an idea.

You move back up, handing him the materials. “Thank you, darling. Wait here while I run your information.” He says as he retreats towards his motorcycle. He radios dispatch, giving them your plate number and other necessary information.

He’s flipping your ID back and forth in his hand. He shamelessly takes a picture of it. He wants to remember you and where you live. Is it an abuse of power? Yes. And he fucking loves it. Your record is clean, tags are up to date, and the only thing wrong was your reckless driving this one time. He might just be nice and let you off with a warning.

He returns to your car, handing your documents over. He places an arm against the door frame, leaning against it. “Miss Y/N. I can tell you’re tired, and it’s probably because you have finals at the local university. I sympathize with you, and I’ll let you off with a warning this time. You have a clean record, and seem like a good girl who means no harm.” Toji smirks while looking down at you. You meet his gaze, feeling a wave of relief come crashing against you. You’re about to sigh with relief, before Toji finishes his statement. “However, because I’m such a nice guy willing to overlook a careless mistake for you, I need you to do something for me.”

You’re momentarily confused, as he’s reaching above his head to take off his helmet. His inky locks fall into place as his helmet comes off. He has vibrant jade eyes, piercing right through you as he looks down at you. “If you resist detainment, I will have no other option to arrest you. And we both don’t want that. So be a good little bitch and listen to me.”

Your heart is pounding so loud you could barely hear him telling you to get out of your car. “Step out of the vehicle, now.” You do not want to fuck with this guy, and you’d do anything if it meant you would still have a clean record.

As you’re opening the door and about to step out, he grabs your wrist and flips you around to pin you against your car. You can’t see much in the darkness, the only lights around to illuminate the area were his bike’s headlights and your car’s. He’s pressed up behind you, holding your arms against your back. His muscular and rigid body felt warm against yours. You couldn’t help but feel yourself getting wet as you could feel his hot breath against your neck behind you.

Toji was taking in every feeling of your body that he could. He spread your legs apart with his thigh, pushing against your core. You whimper as his thigh pushes against your cunt. You could already feel your juices soaking through your thin layers. Your black leggings didn’t do much to provide any modesty, he could see every curve and dip. He felt moisture as his thigh pushed into you more, and he had a cocky grin plastered on his face.

“Are you really getting turned on from this? Such a fucking slut that getting pushed against your car by an officer has you dripping already?” Your mind started spinning as he started degrading you. Your only response was a pathetic moan as he bit your neck slightly. He was leaving a mark on his toy for the night. It wasn’t going to be the last one he makes.

Toji groped your ass through your tights, feeling how soft and plush they felt. He felt his cock start straining underneath his pants as he pressed against your ass. Toji picked up speed and pressure, increasing the friction as he dry humped your ass. Your pants and squirming under his touch was a sight he could barely handle.

“Will you be a good toy for me, Y/N? I don’t want to get you in trouble, doll.” He muttered out as he kept pushing against your ass.

“Yes, sir.” You barely get the words out as Toji grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up. He tilts your head towards him slightly.

“Open, bitch.” You comply immediately, your cunt gushing more everytime he insults you. You’ve been used to praise your whole life, people taking care of you and treating you gently. But this? This was new and exciting. He spat in your mouth before pushing you against the car again. “Good girl,” he hummed.

“Strip from the waist down but leave your panties on, sweetheart.” He moved away from you, allowing you space to take your leggings off. You quickly removed them, tossing them back into the car.

In the time you took your leggings off, Toji moved to the front of the car. You finished undressing stood in front of him before he pushed you down against the hood of the car. He lifted your leg by the thigh, leaving one to support you and pushing the other on top of the car.

He spit on his fingers, moving them towards your already dripping cunt. “Tell me how this feels, doll.” He coos as he pushes one thick finger into your needy hole, pushing your panties to the side. You shamelessly moan as he pushes deep inside with his index finger. Toji immediately feels how tight your little cunt already is with just one of his fingers. He licks his lips devilishly, excited at the idea of stretching you out with his thick cock.

He adds another finger, and you already feel like you can’t take much more than this. He’s relentlessly fingerfucking your cunt as you’re pushed against your car. Your juices are dripping down his hand, as you’re panting and feeling your body heat up more.

He snakes a hand towards your neck, choking you as he pulls you up. “Do you like this, you little slut?” He asks you as he continues fucking your tight hole with his thick fingers. You’re too lost in the sensations to answer, a pathetic whimper the most you can manage. He pulls you by the hair to again, forcing you to make eye contact. “I asked you a question, didn’t I bitch? Fucking answer me.” He grunts out as he spits onto your face.

“It feels sho good, sir…” You slur your words. He’s fucking you with his fingers than any of the men you were with could do with their cocks. You’re already hooked, and he isn’t even fucking you yet.

He pulls his fingers out, much to your disappointment and groan of protest, before he licks his fingers and tastes your cunt. Fuck, she tastes fucking amazing. Little whore has a cunt that is just begging me to eat it.

He lights your other leg and flips you over onto your back. You can finally meet his gaze where you notice he’s staring at you like you’re his prey. He smirks as he drops down to his knees to be at eye level with your cunt. He normally doesn’t care for eating out the women he fucks, he usually only care about his own pleasure. But your taste, your moans, your body… they’re all intoxicating. And he would never pass up an opportunity for a free meal.

You feel his breath against your cunt as he approaches. He starts by kissing your inner thighs before reaching your core, where he gives a teasing flick of his tongue.

He looks up at you as you react, grinning against your pussy. He moves his tongue up to your clit, swirling around it. Your body trembles under his touch. He kisses and sucks your button, before giving it a gentle nibble. He wants to see how your body reacts whenever he does anything. Toji moves back down towards your tight hole, before he pushes his tongue inside. He rubs your clit as he tongue fucks your cunt, causing you to buck your hips against his face.

He moves back up to your clit, not wanting it to feel left out. He pushes another finger in your hole as he sucks your button. You moan profusely, feeling something build between your legs. You grab his raven locks and push him against your cunt more. “Please! Ah! I’m close-“ you stumble out as you feel yourself approaching the edge of pleasure. “More! Please! Fuck!!” You can barely get even one-syllable words out between your moans.

Toji fingerfucks you harder and faster, trying to get you to cum on his mouth. You whimper and tremble as you feel yourself being pushed over the edge, causing quite a mess. Toji is surprised, he didn’t realize you would be a squirter, but he laps up every last drop of essence as you orgasm.

He moves away as he reaches to unbuckle his belt. “Good girl… now it’s my turn.” You’re practically panting as he frees his cock from his tight uniform pants.

He moves towards you, lining the tip up with your hole. “You’re gonna take this like a good slut for me, right?” He deviously smirks while looking down at you.

“Yes, si-“ you begin to say. But before you finish, he bottoms out and forces his whole length inside at once. You yelp in shock, and a bit of pain. He’s exceptionally big, and the thickness is not helping either. He grunts as he stretches your tight hole. He lifts both your legs above his shoulders, pushing his body against yours. He has you in a mating press, ready to fuck you until you can’t even move after.

“You’re so tight, Y/N. Tighter than any bitch I’ve ever had in my life.” His jade eyes look down at you as he says that. Your walls clamp around his thick cock at the compliment, you get high off of being praised.

“Open, sweetheart.” Toji commands you once again, before he spits into your mouth again. This time though, he follows it up with the most aggressive kiss you’ve ever felt. He’s forcing every part of his body against yours, tugging at your bottom lip and biting it. He tastes the metallic essence, and feels his cock throb. You moan against his forceful kiss, while he fucks you hard and deep.

He pulls back until just the tip remains, before slamming back into your hole at full force. You moan at the action, feeling his cock hit your cervix. You’re sure he’s going to bruise you, but you don’t care. You wrap your arms around his neck as he drills his cock into your cunt.

He pulls his lips from yours, and spits on you again. He moves a cock to your neck, applying pressure that makes your head dizzy. You can hardly breathe, your head feeling lightheaded as he fucks you dumb.

“Your cunt is amazing, sweetheart. It’s perfect for me.” He coos as he releases his grip around your throat and allows you to catch your breath. Your moment of respite is short-lived, as he slaps your cheek, leaving a red mark. “I might have to make you my bitch from now on. I can’t stand the idea of someone else fucking this tight hole.” He smacks you again, and you look up at him through half-lidded eyes.

You look like you’re enjoying every second this goes on, and Toji notices it. He moves his hand towards your cunt, lightly rubbing your clit. He fucks harder into you, causing your eyes to roll back. “You like being a good bitch for me, huh? I already knew you liked being praised, so I considered going soft on you. But you’re actually a dirty girl who likes being degraded and used, as long as I finish it off with a bit of praise, aren’t you? You’ve probably dreamt of someone having their way with you, roughing you up, and insulting you.” He spit on you again, and you clamped down around him tighter the moment he did so. He rubs your clit more, noticing you’re approaching the edge as well.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna cum soon. I’m going to fill you up with my cum. Be a good toy and cum with me, sweetheart.” He fucked into you harder, increasing speed and changing the angle to hit your sweet spot more. “I’m gonna knock you up, baby.” The moment his words rolled off his tongue you felt yourself cumming harder than you thought possible. You had a death grip around his cock as you clenched down, trembling and shaking under his weight. The added friction and pressure sent Toji over the edge as well, as he painted your insides white with his thick cum.

You were both panting, trying to catch your breaths. Toji lifted a hand to your cheek and caressed it before kissing your forehead. “That was amazing, doll.” He pulled out from inside of you, adjusting your panties so none of his seed could drip out. He wanted to make sure you stayed full until you got home.

Toji zips his pants and buckles them back up, before reaching inside your car to get your leggings. He hands then to you, watching you get dressed in front of him.

“So, as per our deal, you are let off with a warning. Please understand the consequences of your dangerous actions. There won’t always be someone nice like me to let you off and get you off,” He finished as he smirks. You blush after hearing his words.

“Thank you, officer. I really appreciate it.” You respond back to him, meeting his gaze once more.

“I’m going to follow you home, to make sure you get back safely.” He grins. You smile back at him and thank him, before getting into your car. You won’t speed away this time.

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‹𝟹 end notes: i hope you enjoyed it! feedback is ALWAYS appreciated! originally posted on my ao3! i post there more consistently!

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 ⁺ . ✦ pairing. zenin naoya x f!reader  ⁺ . ✦ sum. 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 ⁺ . ✦  tags ── ♡ ˚⊹︰mdni (18+), assult / implact play, 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  ⁺ . ✦ wc. 3,207 ⁺ . ✦ an. 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)

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.

⁺ . ✦ an. how this fic got me feeling:

but frfr this pic got me going crazy im like feral and unhinged. i rly am a monkey. i think geto suguru was on to smthn frfr. i see hot jjk men i start fucking hooting like a monkey, going crazy when i see their bananas frfr

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 ⁺ . ✦ pairing. toji fushiguro x reader / megumi fushiguro x reader / mfm  ⁺ . ✦ sum. You and Megumi are best friends. You've known eachother for almost your whole life. His home has become your second home. As time passes and life happens, Megumi slowly develops feelings for you, even though he's unaware of it. To complicate things further, you're now living with him and his father, who has also taken a liking to you. ⁺ . ✦  tags ── ♡ ˚⊹︰mdni (18+), au - no powers, college au, power imbalance, pseudo-incest (they both want y/n, nothing w/ eachother), dubious consent, good cop bad cop, fluff, smut, angst, toji has a big dick, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji tries to be a good parent, toji is an asshole, toji is trying okay?, daddy dom toji, daddy kink, porn with feelings, porn with plot, friends to lovers, spit / spitting, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, double vaginal pen, double pen, anal, making out, making love, love triangles, praise kink, degradation, light masochism, light sadism, emotional sex, cuckolding, jealousy, jealousy kink, smoking, smoking kink, emotional manipulation, manipulation, polyamory?, father and son share you, protective megumi fushiguro, megumi needs a hug, megumi has a big dick, aged up characters, dead dove: do not eat, finger sucking, large cock, cum swallowing, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, under desk blow jobs, fingerfucking, face sitting, face riding, 69, mutual masturbation, threesome mfm, lots of smut, loss of virginity ⁺ . ✦ an. this story is originally posted on ao3! this will have dark themes, if you do not like, DO NOT INTERACT! this is a multi chapter fic that is still in progress as of posting on tumblr (1/9/24). it will be updated as i write more :) i will add links to the next chapters as i post them on this thread or smthn (idk how to use tumblr lol)

Chapter 1: Promises

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“When we get older, let’s get married!” you exclaimed to Megumi, who was sitting next to you on the park bench. “We know each other best, so if we find no one else by the time we go to college, let’s get together!”

You were both in middle school still. You’ve been extremely close friends since you were young children. Megumi and his father lived in the same neighborhood as you. As a natural result of your home life being chaotic and dysfunctional, you spent most of your childhood at Megumi’s.

You were still girly and feminine, but having a guy best friend meant that you had interests more like his. You both grew up playing games together, sitting in front of the tv into late hours into the night. You were a sore loser. He was always better at any games you two played, like mario kart, fighting games, whatever it was, he was better. This meant you constantly tried to improve your skills; you wanted the satisfaction of making him lose, but you also wanted him to be impressed.

You didn’t quite understand it at the time. Why did you want to impress Megumi? It’s just a game. You brushed it off. Friendly competition never hurt, right?

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Years pass, the same old routine. You coming over to Megumi’s house after school, staying late or sometimes spending the night. His father, Toji, saw you as his own. A daughter he never had.

It was hard after Megumi’s mother passed. Toji was more reserved, more monotonous. It seemed like the vibrancy and color of his soul was dulled. His wife was the one person he truly cared for, who he loved, and who gave meaning to his life. Being a single father of a young boy was rough. He appreciated that you brought joy to his son’s life. He appreciated that, as you grew older, you would help around at his house. Cooking, cleaning, whatever it was, you would help lessen the load on Toji.

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In the middle of your senior year of highschool, tragedy struck the community. Your parents were killed by a drunk driver. It all happened so fast. You feel selfish and would never admit this, but you were sort of relieved. You rarely spent time at home. Your father was an abusive drunk and would target you and your mother. Your mother tried to protect you the best she could. She wanted you to be safe. She was always relieved when you would text or call her saying you were staying at Megumi’s. She trusted that boy and knew he would never be like your father.

You were sad your mother was gone. But at least she now knew peace. A tragic end, yes, but better than watching her be abused by your father.

You started living with Megumi full time. It was already basically your home in the first place, just more official now. You appreciated Toji welcoming you into his home with open arms, letting you live there full time. He was more of a father than your sperm donor parent was.

In return, you cooked and cleaned almost exclusively. You didn’t necessarily mind. You didn’t see it as demeaning, but rather as a way to show your gratitude. Cooking was also a cathartic release for you; it allowed you to remove yourself from tough emotions and focus on the task on hand. And you absolutely loved when people would praise your cooking. Thus, you were constantly trying new recipes and techniques, chasing new flavors.

Toji appreciated you basically taking on the household responsibilities while he worked long hours. He has a provider mindset. He wants to fulfill his role of providing while a woman in his life would take care of the home and enrich his life.

A few times he caught himself being reminded of his wife whenever you would do something for him. Your cooking tasted like home. Your smile and laugh were intoxicating. You had a gentle and kind soul, willing to look past anything for the right person. He felt almost uncomfortable, as if he should not be having thoughts of his late wife when looking at his pseudo-daughter. But he couldn’t help it. He’s a simple man.

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“Good morning, Toji!” You say while something is sizzling in the pan. “I hope you’re feeling something sweet this morning!”

Toji smiles lightly. “What are you making today, little miss chef?”

“French toast!” You turn around to face him, wearing a cute apron and holding the spatula in your hand.

Toji notices the cooking must’ve gotten a bit messy, there was flour on your apron and some powdered on your cheeks. He thought it was insanely adorable.

“I’m excited to try it. Your food never ceases to amaze me.”

Good thing you had already turned back toward the stove, otherwise Toji would have saw the bright red blush creep across your face. “T-thank you… I’m glad you like it. It’s almost done.”

You could feel him watching you from behind. It was different than usual, you felt nervous? You couldn’t possibly know this at the time, but Toji was eyeing you down. Noticing the way your apron is tied around your waist, your ass in your cute shorts, messy hair, it was all perfect to him.

“All done!” You say as you start plating the French toast. “I’m going to go wake Megumi, but please try it while it’s still hot!!” You move to untie your apron, Toji never breaking his gaze on your form.

You walk towards Megumi’s room, approaching the door and knocking. “Heyyy Megs! Breakfast is ready! I know you like sweet food, so I made French toast! Come get it while it’s still hot!”

You don’t hear much behind the door, but your stomach rumbling forces you to go back to the table. You were practically drooling the whole time thinking about how delicious this food was going to be.

You re-enter the dining room and sit across Toji. He’s already started eating, and he looks like he’s enjoying it. You didn’t take him for a sweets for breakfast type of guy, so you ask him “Is it good?”

He looks up at you, and it sends shivers down your spine. “It’s delicious, sweetheart. I’ll eat anything you give me. Anything.” He smirks. He figures that isn’t crossing any lines, just playful banter and teasing. He watches your face turn a bit red as you try and hide it while eating.

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Back in Megumi’s room, he’s slowly waking up. He doesn’t feel well-rested. “Probably due to that weird dream last night”, he thinks to himself. He doesn’t know why his brain chose now of all times to remember the promise you two made to eachother all those years ago. He figures you probably forgot about it; but for him, he can’t get it out his mind.

He shakes his head. “Whatever, I need to get ready.” He will deal with his feelings and emotions later. He remembers you mentioning sweet food and he’s already out the door. His hair is still messy, his pajamas still on.

As Toji moves to pick up his keys and leave for work, Megumi sits down next to you. He takes in the sweet aroma of French toast covered in powdered sugar and fruit. His stomach is painfully growling at this point. He serves himself and takes a bite, absolutely melting in bliss. You always make the best food, and this is no exception.

You watch as he seems excited to eat. He looks absolutely adorable, his emotions on full display as easily as a book can be read. You can tell he’s happy in this moment, and you find yourself smiling, knowing it was you that brought this.

“This is amazing. Thank you, Y/N. Seriously!”

You blush. Compliments and praise feel different from Megumi. They feel genuine and sincere, full of warmth and love.

You finish up and start cleaning. You and Megumi have the same major and a bunch of the same classes, you both need to get ready soon. Megumi gets up to help you clean.

As he stands next to your side, drying dishes as you wash them, he tells you his thoughts. He doesn’t know how to best bring it up. He’s a shy guy, so he goes for the most direct route to get it out as fast as possible. “Y/N, do you remember the promise we made in middle school?” He’s looking down at the sink, awaiting your response.

“Of course Gumi, how could I forget?” You’re slightly teasing him at this point. You were actually surprised that HE would remember that. You wonder why he’s bringing it up, and ask him. “Why?”

Silence follows your question for a few moments. “I’m not sure…. I was just thinking about it.”

Hearing his response makes you blush and your heart beat faster. What does he mean he was thinking about it? He can’t be serious?

“We can talk more about it later. We need to get ready, Y/N.” You’re thankful he gave you an opening to escape this awkward situation. It wasn’t a weird awkward, but more embarrassing than anything.

You keep asking yourself why he would be thinking about it, now of all times. You are starting college now, so you figure now would be the timeframe of the promise in question. But you didn’t think he would be serious about it. You return your room, trying to distract yourself by getting ready.

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Megumi waits for you to finish getting ready in the living room. You exit your room, wearing simple yet cute clothes. Megumi finds it adorable how you can look good in literally anything. Even wearing the simplest outfits, leggings and a t-shirt, and you still look breathtaking. He feels weird again, thinking about his best-friend like this. He’s just simply observing and appreciating good style, right? That’s what he will tell himself.

You and Megumi carpool to campus together. You both say it’s for the environment, but you both know it’s because you absolutely hate driving.

The car ride there is always the same, listening to music together and talking. Since you both have the same classes, you are already study buddies. You’re both excited to keep going to school together.

Megumi listens as you talk about your newest fictional crush obsession. He thinks it’s so adorable how you could talk forever and ever about the things you like. He listens and observes, not wanting to interrupt your sweet voice.

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@ solrhaf ⁺ . ✦  tags ── ♡ ˚⊹︰mdni (18+), au- no powers, spit kink, spitting, switch!choso, dom choso at first then he's all soft at the end WOOO,making out, smoking, swapping smoke? idk how to describe it, groping, light smut i guess?

Choso was happy when he found out you smoked. He was even more thrilled when he found out you were like a fucking chimney, the only one who could match him that he’d ever met.

You both regularly had seshes together, taking turns rolling for each other or packing bowls. He thought it was cute you would use pink papers and add dried herbs, but he’d never admit it to you.

It was his turn, and you were sitting next to him as he was grinding the herb and placing it on the paper. He leaned over to kiss you, taking a momentary break to leave your mouth sloppy. “open, princess.” your lips were covered in sloppy lip gloss, and Choso admired it as he spit into your mouth. “lick it,” he says as he lifts the joint to your lips. you didn’t think it would be so hot to seal a joint this way, but your body said otherwise. “good girl,” he purrs as he pets your head. Your cheeks are flaring and your body feels like a furnace.

Choso isn’t usually dominant in general, but his aura changes sometimes, especially if he’s higher than an astronaut. It was a good change of pace, and you welcomed it.

“Ladies first,” he says as he places the joint between your lips, and sparking the lighter under it. You inhale the unbeatable taste, and you noticed Choso added some dried up flowers and herbs like you had shown him. You smiled at the thought knowing you influenced Choso.

You exhale, passing the joint to Choso and watch him take the longest and fattest hit he possibly could have. He looks like a dragon, grinning from ear to ear as he exhales out of his nose. You chuckle at the sight.

Choso’s eyes lock onto yours as he asks you a question. “Can I try something with you?” Although his question was more in the essence of a statement, he didn’t give you much of a chance to respond as he inhales a long puff from the joint and crashes his lips into yours in the next moment.

He kisses you for only a moment, as his hand locks around your neck and pulls you closer into him. He seals your lips together, exhaling and sharing the smoke. Your mouth fills with the smoke as you inhale. Choso pulls your lips apart, a string of saliva still connecting to you two.

You look over at him through the haze of the smoke, your cheeks flaring and heat pooling in your core. “My turn.” You say as he passes the joint to you.

You push Choso down on the couch beside you as you take a long drag of the joint. You’re straddling his lap as you lean down and kiss him. You bite his lip softly as you exhale smoke into his mouth. Your hands are snaking down his abdomen, and you lift his shirt up, pulling his sweats down. A blush is covering his face as you work your hands over his boxers.

“Can you do that again, please?”

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

›› still sticky from the mess both of you made, choso prefers to cuddle you for a long time, skin to skin. he likes to feel your warmth when he spoons you (although he does like to be little spoon sometimes too!)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

›› he likes his hands the most. he definitely knows how to maneuver his fingers with precise motions. he knows what he's doing

›› he thinks it'd be cruel to pick just one part of your body that is his favorite, when everything about you is his favorite. so he would say all. but if you kept bugging him about it, he'd confess it's ur thighs. he definitely likes laying his head in ur lap and taking naps, or just squishing them <33

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

›› he thinks cum swapping is hot tbh. sometimes he tells you to not swallow all of it so he can kiss you after. (bonus: just likes fluids like cum + spit teehee). also loves cumming inside you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

›› he has stolen your used panties before and used them. multiple times. in multiple ways. you thought the washing machine just magically ate them, but no, choso is a little pervert

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

›› although he's always been a lil freaky, he doesn't actually have much experience outside of your relationship. you kind of woke something in him tho. at first you had to teach him, but they always say the student surpasses the teacher :3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

›› mating press.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

›› he can be both. sometimes you can see the super concentrated look on his face, but usually he's really laid back and in tune with yours and his emotions / feelings. if something funny happens (like a queef) he will laugh. but so do you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

›› he does what you like tbh. (this is not a cop out answer he just thinks since ur the one down there that u should tell him what to do)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

›› he's so fkn cute fr. he loves holding your hand in whatever position you're in, intertwining his fingers with yours. he definitely whimpers and says "i love you" like a million times in a session

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

›› aside from the used panties stuff, he tries to limit the solo stuff. he'd rather save his loads for you than waste it in his hands. but on the off chance he does feel the urge, he's either using something of yours or watching the many videos you two made together

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

›› mommy kink frfr. he loves calling you mommy. and although he is a switch and does like to dom, nothing beats being taken care of by his mommy <3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

›› literally anywhere. he will do it anywhere he doesn't even care. choso thinks semi public stuff is fun, like the forest or beach.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

›› anything to do with you. looking at you, hearing your voice, smelling you, thinking about you, literally anything.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

›› he couldn't do any pain towards you or even that much from you. choso would be fine w/ a light slap or spank, but nothing too rough ><

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

›› absolutely loves eating you out. he is a certified munch every day of the week. he could do only that and still feel satisfied. (he definitely jerks himself during that or dry humps the bed)

›› he loves you throat fucking him, but not as much as your cunt. he'd rather use that

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

›› both :3 starts out pretty slow and rhythmic but as he feels himself approach his orgasm he starts erratically and frantically fucking into you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

›› it's alright, but he prefers longer sessions and would rather wait until you have a few hours alone

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

›› he will try anything you suggest to him. anything you are curious about he's instantly the #1 fan of

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

›› multiple rounds, an hour at least. he likes to switch up positions and take breaks with foreplay and toys to extend the fun time tbh

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

›› loves being leashed and collared by you. but also the same to him. he uses whatever you want, vibrators, dildos, plugs, etc on you. he sees it as a great way to have more fun

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

›› he prefers being teased more. he likes you bullying him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

›› this man WHIMPERS a lot. such a slutty yet angelic sound tho tbh. he's loud, vocal, and likes to talk

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

›› too scared to ask you to wear thigh highs and let him thigh fuck you but he drools thinking abt it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

›› 5 in soft, 7.5 in hard. cut, slightly curved, pale base like #FFF1E4, gradient towards the tip which is much redder like #FFD3CA, fluid #FEFEFE, slightly salty

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

›› as much as he can do it. he's a horndog fr. multiple times a day at least. but he always respects when you tell him no ^_^

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

›› near instantly. the post-sex cuddling almost always ends with him snoring within minutes :3

@ace_343 on twt ⁺ . ✦ info. part 1 of 3. part 2 here ⁺ . ✦ pairing. naoya zenin x reader / megumi fushiguro x reader / toji fushiguro x reader ⁺ . ✦ sum. You and Megumi are close friends. He invites you to his family's estate where you start to notice how bad your luck really is.  ⁺ . ✦  tags ── ♡ ˚⊹︰mdni (18+) AGED UP CHARACTERS!, au - no deaths, au - toji and megumi are part of zenin clan still, power imblance, degradation, choking, loss of virginity, name calling, pet names, some fluff and LOTS OF SMUT, slight angst, all the zenins want you basically, vaginal, blow jobs, cunnilingus, face sitting, 4some, mdom, fsub, pseudo-incest, meet the family, breeding, cum as lube, cum swapping, light blood, aggressive choking, praise, being called a good girl, mating press, corruption kink, spitting in mouth, fingers in mouth, used as a fuckdoll / toy  ⁺ . ✦ wc. 6,513  ⁺ . ✦ an. this is a long time in the making. i probably started this fic over a month ago >< i've been working on it more than my lfls fic that i like more. just smthn abt naoya...... (usually i prefer naoya to be subby but this fic is diff oopsies :3!). lmk what y'all think.i'll be updating my other fic real soon but for now, crumbs of this i guess LOL. i was originally going to do a oneshot but it was already starting to get long and i hadn't even progressed much in the plot i have written up x-x so i figured i'd do 3 chaps since it's like the theme >:3 hope y'all like it!!!

i'll be updating tags as it progresses. i'm super excited abt this fic even tho it's like 99% smut. (idk how to write stuff w/o smut oops) what can i say??? 🤌

Part 1: Exposed

“So, do you think you can make it?” Megumi asks, taking a sip of his coffee and looking at you inquisitively. “To my family event, the reunion thing, I mean.”

You hadn’t thought about it much. Sipping on your tea, you contemplated. You’ve never met Megumi’s extended family; you had no idea what they would be like. Megumi’s family is huge, and it would be a multi-day event held at their estate. “Oh, what the hell. I have nothing better to do during winter break anyways.”

His face lights up a bit at your confirmation, but Megumi tries his hardest to hide it. You can see the blush creeping across his nose, his cheeks, even reaching the tips of his ears. He was like a little puppy, excited to see you.

“Make sure to bring any nice clothes you want to wear, but there will be pajamas and toiletries provided to you.” He finished his drink and moved to throw his away. “Are you done too?”

You felt bad, you had a little bit of your tea left and he was patiently waiting for you to finish to throw your trash away for you. You hurriedly suck up the remainder of the tea through the straw, and hand him the empty cup. “Thanks, Megs.” You chirp.

Megumi blushes and looks away as he takes your cup from your hands.

--

You’re back at your house, frantically packing last minute before Megumi comes over to pick you up. You’ve always been an overpacker, and you have no idea what to expect. You throw all sorts of garments into a pile that you want to take: casual clothes like leggings and hoodies, dresses and formalwear, and intimates. You blush, picking up matching sets of underwear and bras. You decide to toss them onto the pile anyways, better prepared than not. You didn’t know who you were “preparing” for, but felt your cheeks flush anyways. I’m meeting my close friend’s extended family at a party and I’m packing lingerie, am I a fucking creep? You shake your head, trying to shake the thoughts out too.

You finish stuffing your clothes into your bags, packing some makeup and skincare that they probably wouldn’t have available. Just as you finish zipping your second bag, you hear a loud knock on the front door. It’s Megumi.

You open the door with a soft smile, greeting Megumi. “Thanks for picking me up Megs! Can you help me with my other bag?”

He looks down to where you’re gesturing, noticing the other bag. “Jeez ____, it’s a 3 day party. How many clothes do you need?”

You blush, sheepishly. “I just want to be prepared… y’know?” Megumi huffs and groans before picking up both bags. A lady should never have to carry her own bags, and he noticed it seemed like you were struggling with how heavy these bags were, being packed to the absolute brim.

“T-thanks, Megs.” You croak out as you follow behind him to his car. He doesn’t reply, hoisting your bags in the trunk before slamming it shut. You open the door and sit in the passenger side, buckling your seatbelt with an audible click. He gets in shortly after you, adjusting his seatbelt and turning the car on. 

The silence is thick, but not awkward. You and Megumi were comfortable around each other, not requiring a word to be said as you sat in comfortable silence on the drive to his family’s estate. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you ask Megumi, breaking the silence, “So what are the plans for the event? How big is it going to be, anyways?”

Megumi answers you, not taking his eyes off the road. “It will have pretty much my entire family, extended family, and family friends. There’s lots to do at our estate, from the gardens, movie room, bar room, and more. As for planned events, music and lots of food, maybe dancing?” His tone ends questioningly, he knows his family isn’t particularly fond of frivolous activities like dancing, but there might still be some as more people loosen up.

You nod, taking in his answer. This sounds almost a little exciting. Much better than spending time holed up in your room, studying or watching youtube.

--

Megumi pulled up to the grandiose estate. “Wow Gumi, I knew your family was loaded…. But not THIS loaded,” You gasped in awe. The entire property was large enough to be a mini village. You were shocked, to say the least. The beautiful landscaping, trees, the koi pond that connected into a river surrounding the main building… it was all too beautiful.

“Yeah, they are wealthy on a whole different level,” he responds, as he pops the trunk and retrieves your bags. “Usually they have servants around, but I’ll show you around the estate myself instead.” He starts walking towards the front entrance, you follow him closely behind, not wanting to get lost.

Megumi doesn’t even have to open the door, servants inside let him in as soon as he approaches. He briskly walks along the pavilion, turning left towards a long corridor. You try to match pace, but his long legs gives him an advantage. You take this moment, a few paces behind Megumi, to admire his raven locks bouncing as he walked.

As you’re walking, you pass an entryway, seeing a few figures to your right. Someone clicks their tongue. “I see my cousin Megumi understands,” he starts, eyes following your figure as you walk past him, “that a woman’s place is three steps behind a man’s.” This mysterious man, related to Megumi, smirks as your figure disappears.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s so full of shit it’s festering,” Megumi spits out. He seems to really hate whoever that guy was. Megumi leads you to a room down a quiet corridor and opens the door. “This will be your room for the next few nights,” He announces as he enters the room and sets your bags down. “My room is on the other side of the estate. These are the guest rooms. We can check mine out later, if you’re interested.” He flushes at that last part, looking down and uncomfortably shifting his weight. “Anyways, I have to clean up before dinner in an hour. I’ll be back to see you soon.’

Megumi retreats from your room and closes the door behind him. You decide to unpack, putting things in the drawers and hanging some items in the closet. The room was quite spacious, with its own bathroom attached and adjacent to this room.

You haven’t finished unpacking yet but decided to take a quick shower just to freshen up. You scope out the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind you. Turning the shower on to a scalding hot temp, you wait for it to heat up as steam fills the bathroom. You strip and enter the shower.

--

He stalks the hallway you were walking through but a moment ago. He’s insanely curious as to what you look like up close, intrigued by your fleeting form as you walked by behind Megumi. He wondered if you were his toy, you following Megumi like a puppy definitely gave off that message.

He can still smell a lingering scent of citrus and flowers. He knows it’s you, because women of the clan are usually not permitted to walk this side of the estate anyways. He’s following your trail, like a predator following its prey. He sees the faint glow of light coming from the crack of a door and approaches it.

He knocks once. No response. He knocks twice. Still nothing. Naoya Zenin believed he was a gentleman, but he had his limits. This was his future estate, he believed he had every right to know every single thing going on under this roof.

He lets himself in, and immediately sees the cracked bathroom door, a bit of steam escaping. He hears you humming while taking a shower, and smirks. He silently closes the door, and makes his way towards your plush bed. He sees a bag open, clothes strewn about. Something frilly and lacy catches his eye, and he walks towards the table instead. He picks the article of clothing up, noticing he was holding a black thong, laces and bows, adorned with gems along the thin waistband. He licked his lips, unholy thoughts flooding his brain.

He hears you shut off the shower, and quickly pockets the garment, swiftly moving to sit on the edge of the bed. A few moments pass, and the door of the bathroom swings open. Steam floods your room, quickly dissipating. You have a towel wrapped around your body, still humming as you walk towards your pile of clothes. You had set a specific set on top to put on after your shower. You could have sworn the thong was there, but as you rummaged through your bag the garment was nowhere to be seen.

“Looking for these, little miss?” You gasp and turn around to see a man sitting on your bed, holding up your thong with 1 finger, while smirking and eyeing you down. You nearly drop your towel, but regain composure.

“Who are you?” You ask, unsure of why a strange man you’ve never seen before let himself into your room.

“My apologies, doll, I didn’t mean to scare you. My name is Naoya Zenin. I’m set to be the next heir of the clan and estate,” he smirks, “And I figured I should personally introduce myself to you. It would be impolite of me not to do so. Who are you? And what exactly were you planning on doing with these?”

“I’m _____, Megumi’s friend. He invited me over to meet all his family.” His ears perked up at you mentioning your friendship with Megumi, a devious thought crossing. You were still in your towel, cold air further cooling your already wet skin.

“You didn’t answer my question, little miss. Were you planning on wearing these?” He practically spins the panties around his finger, staring you down intently. “I didn’t think such a good girl would bring something like this to wear when meeting her friend’s family…” He trails off.

A blushes creeps along your face, you didn’t think someone would know. You didn’t think someone would barge into your room, look through your clothes, and tease you about it. You couldn’t even look Naoya in the eye, shame clearly on display on your features.

“Don’t worry, woman, I won’t tell anyone. You wouldn’t want your close friend, Megumi, to know about this right? I won’t tell; however, my silence has a price.” He finishes his comment, smirking at you. His sultry gaze was locked on you, scanning your body from head to toe. He grinned and licked his lips, thinking about how he could manipulate you.

“What do you mean?” You look up at him, confused and unsure about the situation. “What do I have to do?” At that question, Naoya lifts himself from your bed to make his way towards you. His gaze never once leaving yours, making intense eye contact that sent shivers down your spine and left you trembling. You felt like prey being stalked by a predator.

Naoya is right in front of you now, as he grabs both wrists with his hands and lifts them above your head. You’re startled but have no time to react as he pushes you against a wall, wrists pinned above you. You can feel Naoya’s hot breath tickling your cheek, making you lose all sense of rationality. He grins at you, looking down as he has you in a position you can’t easily free yourself from. Your head hangs low, looking down, trying to stifle your heavy breathing. You don’t want him to know his actions are affecting you.

“I know women are dumb, but seriously, how can you not know what I mean? At least you’re pretty….” He leaves his sentence unfinished, bringing a cold hand to your chin and tilting your head to look at him. “Little miss, I’ll explain it to you once, in an easy way to understand. I want to use you. Your body, specifically. Will you be a good girl and let me? Or do you want me to make you?” Naoya’s tone drops a bit, almost grunting at the end. Thoughts about what “using you” entails floods your mind. You’re inexperienced, but not entirely clueless. Your blush deepens as you look into his eyes, now peering down at you.

You didn’t think being degraded and praised in the span of a few seconds would entice you as much as it would. Normally you’re a very independent woman, fully capable of realizing your own dreams and pursuing your own goals. But something… something about being put down but also called a good girl sent you driving up the wall with insanity. You were hooked near instantly.

“Yes sir,” you meekly respond, looking up at Naoya. Your emotions and lust are on clear display for him, and he’s enjoying every second of it.

“Good girl.” He smirks. “Just to be clear, I have very specific tastes and like to be pleased in a certain way. Try and make me proud, you dumb whore.” Your cheeks flared red at the insult. “Open your mouth, cunt.”

You made no hesitation to fulfill his command. He still had a firm grip on your chin, leaning down as he spit into your mouth. “Swallow, princess.” He instructs as he pushes your mouth closed. You comply, feeling more heat pooling between your legs. “Good girl,” he purrs as you open your mouth to show him.

He leans back into you, lips crashing into yours. He nips at your bottom lip, drawing a tiny bit of blood as he goes back to kissing you. He can taste the blood mixed with both of your saliva as he forces his tongue into your mouth, trying to push his way into every part of you he can. His hand previously at your chin is moving down toward your neck, resting into a firm grip across your neck. You can still breathe, but the firm pressure while he’s sloppily kissing you elicits a few soft moans from you into his mouth. You can’t tell, but he’s grinning as his grip increases a bit. He pulls away before taunting you, “Do you like that? Huh? Are you a masochist or something?” He’s not relenting, grip strengthening as you’re looking up at him, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

You’re unable to speak, so you try to nod your head to show him that he’s right. He notices and loosens his grip before moving his hand towards your chest. “Good girl,” he praises you. “I like that.” He leaves kisses in a trail from your lips to your neck, kissing over the faint marks his hands left before. You’re still against the wall, hands above your head, and he released his other grip before picking you up and carrying you to your bed.

“Next time, I want to see you wear that slutty fucking lingerie you brought. You’re such a dirty girl.” He peers down at you as you’re left exposed on your bed. He’s crawling above you, pushing you into the mattress. He gives you a few impatient kisses before moving back to your chest, grabbing one of your breasts while his mouth moves to the other. His other hand is fervently roamed your body, moving down your tummy towards your hips and eventually resting on your thigh. His hands were soft but rough trailing along your skin, as if he was searching for something.

Naoya’s hand slips to your inner thigh, just shy of your exposed cunt. He lightly grips it as he starts leaving a trail of kisses down your body as he took his hand from your breast and pushed your thighs apart. He left love bites and marks as he made his way to your cunt, stopping to look up at you. He grinned as he spit on one of his fingers, prodding its way through your folds to find your clit. He’s been with many women, and although he has an arrogant attitude, he does know exactly how to please a woman.

He rubs circles around your clit as his mouth leaves a little bite mark against your inner thigh. You softly moan at the pain as Naoya’s eyes flick up to meet yours. Although you can’t see it, you’re sure he has that asshole smirk of his. Your suspicions are pretty much confirmed when he says “Are you some masochist? Some dumb bitch who likes to be hurt. For real?” You think you heard a laugh as he moved his finger down to your hole, spitting some more before he fucked you with a finger. You didn’t need any more lube, you were practically drenched. He pushed his finger in, feeling how tight your hole was with only one of his fingers.

“You have the tightest cunt I’ve ever felt. I’m impressed. Are you a virgin too?” He looked up at you, expecting an answer.

“Yeah..” You tried to hide your face with your hands, embarrassed at your lack of experience. Naoya saw it differently though. His cock twitched in his pants as you replied, and he started moving his finger inside your tight cunt. He loved hearing the little moans you make as he slipped his finger in and out, a lewd wet sound filling the room. He was trying to get you used to it, but he was getting impatient. He was already working harder for any woman he’s ever been with.

His mouth moved above your clit, tongue flicking around the sensitive bud as he slipped in another long finger into your hole. He curled and scissored his fingers, trying to stretch you as his fingers fucked you faster. Your face was flush with embarrassment as you still tried to contain some of your moans. One more finger slipped in, stretching your walls while he moved above you, face aligned with yours.

He kept fingering your cunt as he aggressively kissed you, biting your lip before he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You could feel yourself come closer to the edge, your core tightening. You were moaning into his mouth, arms wrapped around his neck pulling his body closer into yours.

“Fuck... Naoya…” you whined out as you felt the thread about to snap, “I’m gonna—cum!!” His fingers slammed into your cunt as he was leaving marks along your neck. You felt your walls tighten around his fingers as he expertly prepped your cunt for the main event.

“You’re such a good girl… I almost feel bad taking your virginity. Almost.” Naoya takes out his fingers, sucking on a few of them to taste you. He pushes one of his fingers into your mouth, commanding you to taste your own cunt.  “Next time I’ll taste you myself… but I can’t wait any longer,” he says as he’s taking off his shirt and pants, pulling down his briefs to expose his large cock. He moves up above you again, grabbing your legs by the ankle as his body is pushed against yours. He’s putting you in a mating press. He moves the tip to your entrance and spits on his cock before slowly pushing inside, feeling your tight walls around his girthy cock.

He gives you time to adjust, but it isn’t nearly enough. Naoya has been kind enough, but he always takes what he wants. Still, he will be nice one last time. “I’m gonna fuck you how I want to now, okay whore? You’re gonna be a good girl and take it anyways, right?” He gives you no time to prepare as he slams into you, bottoming out, forcibly deflowering you. The pain hurts, but Naoya is relentless. He pulls out and briefly gives you a moment of respite before slamming his cock back into your cunt. Despite the pain, the feeling is like never before as his body is pushed against yours, cock ramming in and out of your hole. Your cute moans are like music to his ears.

He leans down towards your face, seeming like he’s going to kiss you but instead spits on you. He moves a hand to grasp around your throat as you’re looking up at, unable to make any sound as his cock abuses your hole. The pressure and lack of air make your head feel dizzy as he spits again, degrading you. “You like that too, huh, stupid slut.” He hips pick up speed, pulling out before repeatedly bottoming out into your cunt. He lets go of your neck, allowing you to gasp for air. He would never admit it, but the sound of you struggling to breathe drives him insane.

He spits on his hand and moves it to your clit, fervently rubbing your bud, bringing you closer to your second orgasm of the night. You feel the waves of pleasure overwhelm your body as he’s raw dogging your cunt and relentlessly abusing your clit. Your moans are laced with pleasure, dripping with your ecstasy as you cum over Naoya’s cock, tightening your walls around him.

Naoya mercilessly fucks your virgin hole like he deserves it, like it’s owed to him. Whatever he wants, he gets. He’s grunting as moaning as he picks up speed, fucking you like an animal. “Hey bitch, ah fuck—I’m gonna cum in you. You’re gonna take it like a good girl alright?” He lightly slaps your face as he’s finishing his sentence, bottoming out for the last time before he slams back inside your cunt and paints your insides white. You can feel the warmth of his seed filling you; there’s so much of it that it leaks out, a lewd sight before Naoya as he looks down at where you’re both connected. Before he can pull out and clean himself, the door to the guest room slightly creaked open as if it had been left ajar, not fully closed. Naoya cursed himself for not closing and locking the door.

--

Megumi had been standing there for not even 5 minutes when he went to check on you and bring you to dinner. He was approaching your room when he heard faint moaning coming from your room.  He was confused and curious, stopping in front of your door as he noticed it was left slightly open. What he saw left him shocked and speechless, unable to move or avert his gaze through the crack.

He heard you more than he could see you clearly, but your moans that are more beautiful than a symphony of angels was more than enough to make Megumi’s cock strain in his pants. He peered closer, unable to see who was fucking you but still able to see your bodies colliding. He couldn’t deny how erotic it was to see you get fucked, but a twang of jealousy and pain struck his heart that he wasn’t the one making your body shake in pleasure.

He hears a voice, it sounds familiar although he can’t quite place it, telling you he’s about to cum. Megumi leans forward more, slightly pushing the door as he watches the other man breed you. Just as the door squeaks, the man’s head whips to see the door and he makes eye contact with Megumi.

--

“____, what are you doing?” Megumi questions as he practically stumbles into the room. You lift your head to see Megumi looking at you and Naoya in horror. Shame and embarrassment overcome you, and you move to cover yourself with some blankets as Naoya got off of you and faced Megumi,

“I think it’s more appropriate to ask what are you doing, Megumi?” Naoya’s staring daggers into Megumi; he’s unaffected that his family member caught him in a compromising position, almost as if he’s used to it.

“I was coming to get ___ for dinner… I didn’t realize she was busy being a disgusting fucking whore and sleeping with my family though.” He looks over to you, making eye contact as he sees tears form in the corners of your eyes. He doesn’t actually think you’re disgusting, quite the opposite in fact. But he’s so upset that someone else got to be with you first, and Naoya of all people. As if that scum deserved to be with someone like you.

Naoya could instantly tell what was going on here. He can read Megumi like a book, and smirks as he grabs fistfuls of your hair and pulls you against his chest to taunt Megumi. “Looks like you lost. This is why I’ve always been superior to you. You wanted this little slut, huh? Mad that I broke her in first, aren’t you?” His voice is laced with amusement as he provokes Megumi. He pulls your head to be almost level with his as he spits onto your face. “Your little friend is quite the slut, I had a lot of fun using her like the whore she is. She probably wouldn’t even mind if you joined in, isn’t that right bitch?”

Despite the predicament you were in, you couldn’t help but feel aroused at Naoya’s manhandling and suggestion of Megumi joining in. It had never crossed your mind, although Megumi is quite attractive, you didn’t think he was interested. You were only able to mutter out a small “yes” as you look over to Megumi, noticing the flush in his cheeks reaching all the way to the ends of his ears, and the straining bulge in his pants.

“I’m sorry, ___... Be good for me, please?” He was almost pleading as he was walking over to the bed, already starting to strip.

“You can hurt her and call her names, that dumb whore likes it.” Naoya says, moving aside to let Megumi have easier access to you. You’re still lying on your back, barely recovered from getting your guts rearranged only minutes before. Megumi stands in front of you before kneeling down to get at eye level with your cunt. Naoya hadn’t been able to get up since Megumi stumbled into the room; because of this, your womb was filled to the brim with Naoya’s hot cum leaking out of your small hole. Megumi’s eyes were immediately locked on at the lewd sight before him when he used both hands to grip your thighs and spread them apart.

He moved a slender finger past your leaking hole, scooping a bit of cum up with his fingers as he dragged his finger across your clit. The sharp inhale and moan you made sounded absolutely divine to Megumi, urging him to keep going. “Good girl…” he purrs, as he moves his long fingers down to your hole again, once again scooping another glob of cum. “Sit up, slut,” He commands as he stands up. You comply, not willing to play any games in a situation like this. He shoves his cum covered fingers into your mouth; you lap it up and suck his fingers without having to be told anything. Megumi grins. “Good girl, ____. Such a good girl.”

“I bet you like that, don’t you slut?” You hear Naoya’s remark from aside you, he’s watching all of this unfold right before him. Megumi takes his fingers out of your mouth, Naoya grips you with fistfuls of hair and forces you to look at him. “Answer me, bitch.” He glares at you intensely.

“Yes… yes sir… I do.” You try to look anywhere except him but Naoya isn’t having it.

“When men are speaking, you show them the respect they deserve. That means you answer clearly and fucking pay attention. Got it?” He tugs your head to face him, leaning in closer until he’s only a few inches from your face. “Open your mouth, bitch. And don’t swallow until I tell you to.” You comply and he spits into your mouth, before closing the gap and letting his lips crash into yours. He bites your lip, drawing blood. The metallic essence mixes with his spit before Naoya leans back and instructs you to swallow. It feels perverse and humiliating to admit that it turned you on.

Megumi dropped onto his knees again, this time pushing his slender fingers into your cunt. It feels different this time for you; he’s gentler as he stretches you open. He takes his time adding more fingers, taking in every moment and feeling.

“Let’s change the position, yeah Megumi?” Naoya says it more as a statement and less of a question as he’s already moving to rest on the bed against the wall, pillows propping him up. He pulls you away from Megumi while simultaneously flipping you onto your tummy. He pulls you into his lap, supporting your arms until you’re able to prop yourself up above his cock. One hand grips the back of your head and pulls you closer to his thick cock. He pulls you by your hair, aligning your mouth with the tip of his cock as he forcefully shoves your head down. You nearly gag, pushing against him as he tries to use your mouth. Despite your resistance, Naoya doesn’t seem to care and is chasing his own high using you to get him off. You take him into your mouth, inexperienced but trying to adjust quickly. Naoya gives you barely any time to try and settle within the rhythm he’s created. You basically gag on his cock every time he plunges it slightly deeper than the last, but this only enhances Naoya’s pleasure.

While Naoya’s aggressive use of your mouth is going on, Megumi is taking his time to explore you from behind. His fingers are touching every part of your body he can get to, settling on your ass that he starts to spread apart. He’s entranced by the glistening of your cunt in the light, lost in thought about how lewd you look taking Naoya’s cock while bent over for him like a full course meal. He’s done with his “inspection” and moves one of his slender fingers to your entrance. He slips it in easily, listening to you moan with a cock stuffed in your mouth. Naoya pushes your head down farther along his length, trying to hit the back of your throat. You try to control your breathing in time with his rhythm.

Megumi slips another finger inside, stretching your cunt. “Fuck, ____, I didn’t think you were this tight.” He groans as he starts fucking you with his fingers. The lewd sounds he forces out of you vibrate around Naoya’s cock. His other hand is grabbing fistfuls of your hair, face fucking you harder as your dripping cunt takes another of Megumi’s fingers. Megumi picks up pace, bringing another hand to your clit to add extra stimulation, but mostly so he can see you writhe and squirm under him while trying to hold yourself up.

“Will you be a good girl for me and cum, ___?” Megumi coos, stringing you along with his praises. “You look like such a dirty girl right now, already about to cum with just my fingers. So cute.” He finger fucks you harder now, making lewd wet noises as his fingers slam back into your pussy. His other hand is toying with your clit, drawing circles and rubbing the little button to bring you closer to your ecstasy. You can feel the knot tightening in your stomach, feeling yourself be pushed over the edge with his fingers alone.

Naoya thrusts into your throat, choking you and momentarily leaving you without air as Megumi pushes you over the edge. You feel your cunt tighten around his fingers as the waves of pleasure wash over you, the lack of air adding to your heightened senses. You moan as you’re cumming, giving just enough sensation to Naoya to creampie your throat. His cum is forced down your throat, yet there’s still so much that some leaks from the corners of your mouth, as his cock is pushed against the back of your throat. He finally shows mercy and pulls out as you’re coming down from your high. You force yourself to swallow as much as you can before gasping for air, panting as you’re trying to calm down again.

“You did a good job taking all of me, slut.” Naoya grins as he lifts your chin with one of his fingers, leaning down to give you a kiss as you share his cum in your mouth. You didn’t think he’d be into some perverted shit like that, yet he’s basically tongue fucking your mouth still full of his cum. He pulls away, a long string of saliva and cum still connecting you two.

Megumi watches you two, his cock throbbing so intensely it almost hurts. He wastes no time in pulling his pants and boxers down before spitting in his hand and lubing his cock up. He’s shuffling behind you, lining himself up with your cunt before he pushes in at full force, giving you no time to adjust to his monstrous cock. You let out a yelp, air evacuating your lungs at the surprise intrusion. He’s balls deep near instantly in your tight hole, stretching you open with a cock that is even girthier than Naoya’s.

Naoya is watching you, grinning, and lazily stroking his cock. You have no idea how he’s able to keep going for multiple rounds with only a little bit of time in between. But you don’t care. The man in front of you is irresistibly hot even though his attitude is hot garbage. You would do anything he asked no matter how degrading it is in hopes that he would manhandle you again. As these thoughts cross your mind, Megumi reels you back into reality as he pushes so deep into your womb you’re sure he probably bruised your cervix.

“Your pussy is amazing, sweetheart. You have no idea… hah.. how long I’ve been wanting this.” Megumi praises you, unable to control his breathy moans as he continues fucking you with full force. One of your arms is pulled to your side, Megumi interlocking fingers and holding your hand as he drills into you. Even in a situation like this, he can’t help but do some cute shit.

His other hand lightly smacks your ass as you whimper in pleasure, unable to hide the fact that you like it a little rough. Megumi lets go of your hand as you feel both his arms snake around your waist, pulling you up and against his chest as he fucks you. Your back is to his chest, on full display for Naoya in front of you. His shiteating grin is plastered on his face as he has a front row view of Megumi’s cock sliding in and out of you. He gets up from his seated position to face you. Megumi’s arms are still wrapped around your body, supporting you as he drills into your cunt. You can feel his breath against your neck and hear his soft whimpers in your ear. “You’re doing so well, slut. Such a good girl for me huh?” He whispers into your ear. His words send chills down your spine as he keeps ramming his cock into you, abusing your poor hole.

Naoya moves closer to you, his face only a few inches away from yours. He kisses you slowly, before aggressively trying to fill your mouth with his tongue. He pulls away, spits on your face, and lightly slaps your face. “You love taking your friend’s cock, huh? Didn’t think it would be that good, did you? Who knew you’d be the family’s fuckdoll.” He chuckles at his degrading joke, but you couldn’t help but internalize his words. You have no idea how you got to be in this situation, but you were definitely not complaining. Something about multiple men of the same family using you how they liked made your cunt drip at the mere thought of it.

Naoya moves his mouth to your neck, leaving little marks on your skin to prove he was there. Little bruises of his lust for you, marking your skin like you’re property. Megumi starts pulling out with only the tip left inside, before bottoming out into your cunt. He groans beside you, lost in the addictive pleasure that is you. Megumi was no virgin, but he believed you were the best person he’s ever fucked; your body is insanely attractive and your personality addicting and reeling him in, leaving him unable to resist you.

Naoya moves back before bringing a hand to your neck, gripping your throat and momentarily cutting off your oxygen. “Megumi… fuck this bitch harder when I choke her, okay? She fucking loves it.” And he wasn’t wrong, you did love it. He grips your throat, a smirk planted on his features as he watches you helpless and at his mercy. Your vision was fuzzy; Naoya was leaving you a drooling mess. Megumi fucks into you harder, pulling you closer to his body. Naoya loosens his grip a bit around your throat, enough to allow some air to fill your lungs again.

“I’m close, baby. I’m gonna fill you up okay? Be a good girl and take all of it for me.” Megumi purrs beside you. Naoya takes this moment to strengthen the grip around your throat, cutting off your air. You feel Megumi’s speed pick up, desperately chasing his orgasm. You can hear his staggered whimpers as he empties his load into your cunt, filling your already full womb even more. Your cunt twitches at the concept of Naoya and Megumi’s seed mixing inside of you, making you this family’s fuck toy. Naoya releases his hand from your throat, making you choke and gasp for air. He looks down at you with sadistic satisfaction as you struggle to catch your breath.

Megumi pulls out and lets go of your waist, and you plop down onto the bed absolutely fucked out. Naoya is quick to get off the bed and start dressing. He finishes so quickly it’s as if he was speedrunning it (he has done this many, many, MANY times before). He gives you a quick peck on the lips and gently rubs your cheek before starting to walk towards the door. “See you soon, slut,” he says as he walks out, closing the door behind him this time. Megumi returns with a clean towel, gently cleaning you up as you just lay their like a limp fish.

“You did so well for me. Thank you,” he says as he kisses your cheeks and then your lips before pulling away and picking up some clothes for you. He tosses you a simple outfit to wear and begins dressing himself as well. “Ready for dinner? You’re gonna meet the rest of my family now.” You nod your head yes, anticipating who else you’re going to fuck meet.

 ⁺ . ✦ an. this was originally suppsed to be a oneshot, but i felt like it was getting too long. i have plans for all of them and wasn't going to be able to execute it in just a oneshot. let me know what y'all think! feedback is always appreciated!! thank you all!!!

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‹𝟹 summary: You get home after a late night shift to see that your bum! husband Toji is nowhere to be found.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: misogyny

‹𝟹 tags: SFW/NO SMUT, misogyny, cheating, you are megumi's mother

‹𝟹 notes: This is an interactive fanfic. There will be elements that you need to click through in order to progress the story. There will be a link to my neocities blog where the interactive phone is hosted. Everything is coded and designed by me. Please do not reproduce. And please give me feedback :)

You swipe your badge ID and clock out. Another grueling night shift at the local county hospital ER finished. There was nothing too horrendous this shift, aside from your favorite patient coding around midnight. You made your rounds, checked on your patients, and conversed with your coworkers to pass the time.

You sigh, exhausted. You pull out your phone as you walk to your car, and shoot a quick couple texts to your husband, Toji.

Just got off! Shift was terrible but I’m ready to be home and see gumi and you 🤍🤍🤍

On the way home :3 See u soon sleepy

You unlock your car, and get inside.

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You walk up the steps of your house. It’s not the fanciest, but it’s a quaint and cozy little place that you call home. It’s the perfect neighborhood for raising a child; it’s peaceful, quiet, and has a good school nearby. It isn’t much, but it’s yours. You work your ass off in the night shift just to afford it, and it’s worth it. Anything for your family.

You yawn as you unlock the front door. As you step in, you notice the eerie silence. By now, you should see Toji sitting on the couch, watching some random show and drinking a morning beer. But he isn’t in his usual spot.

You make your way deeper into your house. You go to check on Megumi, and see him sleeping peacefully in his little toddler bed. You smile gently as you watch the rise and fall of his little chest as he breathes. This is perfect, you think, He is what makes all of this worth it.

You gently close Gumi’s bedroom door, leaving a small crack open so you can hear him if needed.

You make your way to your bedroom, and notice the door slightly ajar. The ceiling fan is still going, the covers of the bed are strewn about, and you notice something light up in the corner of the room. You see Toji’s phone, but you don’t see Toji.

That’s odd. He should be here, watching over Gumi and taking care of him.

You walk over to where his phone lays on the nightstand, and open it.

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Please visit https://milkpup.neocities.org/phone for the interactive phone portion of this fic! Take this time to explore Toji’s phone, and then come back for the rest of the fic!!!

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As you look through the final app and turn his phone off, you feel anger boiling in your chest.

Fucker couldn’t even remember to bring his phone when cheating. Almost like he wants to get caught. Fucking bum.

You can’t believe what you saw. Not only did he leave your child alone in your house, where anything could go wrong, but he has repeatedly done this while you work night shifts just to support your family!

Even though Toji contributes nothing financially, and barely as a parent, he still has the fucking audacity to be unfaithful! You pay for everything! The fucking bills! His gambling addiction and alcoholism! You even send him a fucking weekly allowance just so he has some spending money! And what does he use that money for? Fucking DoorDash and onlyfans! And don’t forget the absolute audacity to transfer money out of your SAVINGS ACCOUNT just to pay his fucking mistress!

He acts like he has money to give, meanwhile it’s YOUR fucking money! He’s a fucking bum and women believe his lies. Worst of all, you married this idiot of a man. The sex was NOT worth it. And while you did end up with the joy that is Megumi as a result of this relationship, you feel betrayed. You were willing to sacrifice anything and everything to keep this family afloat, and Toji pissed all over it!

The pain isn’t even the infidelity. It isn’t because he used you either. The real pain comes from the fact that Megumi has a piece of shit bum ass loser of a father, and he has a mother who was too dumb, blind, and infatuated to realize it.

You decide this is the last straw. While you’re out working grueling hours, Toji is getting his dick wet with some random woman he probably met on Snapchat! And the kicker? Women don’t actually want him! They just want his “money” because he’s a “hustler”! You think back to the fact that not one person matched with him on Tinder, and you feel like even the universe is laughing at him in that moment.

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You wait. Hours go by. You’re exhausted, but you still wait, sitting on the couch.

You don’t watch anything on TV. You don’t read. You don’t look at anything. All you can do is stew in your anger and wait for this fucking animal to come back, just so you can tell him you’re leaving.

You hear keys unlock the front door, and you look up, smiling at your husband.

As Toji walks in, he locks eyes with you. “I want a divorce and full custody,” you say, not a hint of anger or resentment in your voice. The calmness of your voice is unsettling, and Toji’s bullshit smile fades.

‹𝟹 notes: please let me know if there are issues using the interactive phone portion, or if you have any comments/suggestions. I learned html, css, and js just to make this :') and it took me a few days to complete. If y'all enjoy this type of content, I may try to make more interactive fanfics in the future.

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