INTO IT ⋆.ೃ࿔* ═ GETŌ SUGURU

˗ˏˋ PAIRING ˎˊ˗ getō suguru x fem!reader

˗ˏˋ SUMMARY ˎˊ˗ when you and your co-star can't get along, your director advises you to sort out your differences, and quickly.

˗ˏˋ WARNINGS ˎˊ˗ actor au!, fem!reader, age gap (Getō 31, reader early 20s), virginity loss, fingering, brat tamer!geto, corruption kink, hatefucking, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, size difference, cum sharing, finger sucking, mirror sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms, creampie, use of pet names (sweetheart, princess), name-calling (brat, slut), reader experiences slight pain discomfort, mentions of aftercare.

˗ˏˋ NOTE ˎˊ˗ repost from old acc !

“Cut!” The director yelled out, sighing and pinching the bridge of their nose. “Everyone take an hour, get lunch. Y/N, Getō, stay back a minute.”

You knew what this was about. You had worked on this once scene for half the day without any progress. No matter what you tried or how you portray your character, it just wasn't playing out the way it was supposed to. But then again, it was hard to play the love interest of someone you hated.

Ever since joining the cast of Jujutsu Kaisen, you and Getō Suguru butted heads. You hated his type. You hated how he thought he was better than everyone and how he looked down on you for being the youngest cast member besides Itadori Yūji. Sure, he was damn near ten years older than you, but that didn't make you less of an actor or even a bad one at that. You were convinced that guys like him just had ego’s bigger than their dicks. It was just a way for them to compensate.

“Tension is good for the role sometimes,” Gege, the director, told you and your co-star. “But whatever you two have going on is not. Get it sorted before we come back from lunch.”

You clenched your jaw before smiling sweetly, “You got it.”

As they walked away, you glanced at Getō before scoffing. You didn't say anything to him, deciding to leave yourself. You had ramen in your dressing room that was calling your name. When you went to walk away, a large hand clamped down on your wrist.

“Where do you think you're going?” Getō questioned, narrowing his eyes. “We were told to work this out.”

You almost snarled, roughly removing yourself from his grip, “There's no way in hell we're working past that big ass ego of yours.”

“Watch your mouth, princess,” He glowered, stepping forward as if to intimidate you. “Don't forget I can have you blacklisted before our break is over.”

You rolled your eyes, “Typical. The girl says no and the man threatens her. I'm not afraid of you, Suguru. If you really want to ‘talk things out’, at least let me eat first. That's what a gentleman would do. You'd know that if you weren't such a barbarian.”

This time when you walked away from him, he followed along silently. For once, he finally shut the fuck up and you could actually hear yourself think with him around. By the time you made it to your dressing room, you'd forgotten he was right behind you. You just hoped you didn't have anything sitting out that he would make fun of you for, like your plushie collection.

In all honesty, Getō didn't know what to expect. Maybe a shrine in his honor or something of the like. With how much you claimed to not like him, he figured maybe it was because you're secretly in love with him. Every time he tried to think about what reasons you had for hating him, he came up empty handed. It wasn't like he was the one that started it, either. One day you were nice to him and the next you literally told him to go fuck himself.

So imagine his surprise when you looked at him and said, “You can start with an apology.”

“Me?” His eyebrows shot up, a bewildered laugh escaping him. “I didn't do anything wrong. You're the one with the issue here.”

It was true. Getō had no qualms with you. But, it didn't mean he would sit there and take your shit. He would give it back, and has done so plenty of times.

You scoffed in response, “If you're gonna deny it, you can just leave. I already told you I'm perfectly fine not being civil.”

“Will you stop acting like a fuckin’ kid?” He growled, watching you reach into the bag sitting on your vanity.

You glanced over your shoulder, smirk tugging at your lips, “Okay, daddy. Whatever you say.”

He knew full and well that you were simply testing his patience. But, the sultry tone you used was not at all necessary or fair. It left him even more shocked than before. He hated that. No one has ever made him feel this conflicted and confused before.

“This was stupid,” He tried to recover, but you'd already seen the blush that hit his cheeks. And you silently cursed yourself for liking how he looked with a flushed face. “I won't apologize for something that I didn't do.”

You rolled your eyes, going to open the ramen pack when Getō took it from your hands, “Or is that the real issue here, Princess? Do you not get enough attention? So you bitch and moan like a brat?”

Your first instinct was to yell at him and grab for your food, but you knew you'd be proving his point. You clenched your jaw, staring forward as if he wasn't there. That act itself was also childish, but you knew that if you opened your mouth, all hell would break loose. Getō reached out, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

“Maybe it's because I don't give you enough attention?”

The wide eyed look you unknowingly gave him caused a low chuckle to push past his lips. He pulled you closer, his faces centimeters from yours, “If you wanted to fuck me sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”

“As if,” You finally spat out, pushing his hand away from you. But just as quickly, he dropped the pack of ramen and grabbed you by the back of your neck. He twisted his fingers into your hair, keeping you firmly in place.

You swallowed thickly, knowing if you so much as dared to breathe, you'd waver. His scent was intoxicating, his gaze hypnotizing. Your heart was racing as you stared into his dark eyes, not knowing what had come over him. The thought was somewhat exhilarating and his grip on you left you feeling like your skin was on fire.

“Don't get shy on me now,” His voice came out just above a whisper, causing a shiver to slowly creep down your spine. “I didn't even fuck away that attitude yet.”

You should've been repulsed. You should've been pushing him away instead of pulling him in by his shirt. You should've been yelling at him instead of angrily pressing your lips against his. You should've been fighting instead of giving in.

All too quickly, Getō knocked your bag from the vanity table and wrapped an arm around your waist, hoisting you up. He sat you down, pushing himself between your thighs. Your mind was racing as he untangled himself from your hair and roughly grabbed your hips. His fingers dug into you as he pushed himself against you, letting you know just how hard he was already.

You didn't know what the hell was happening, or what was going to happen, or even why. You weren't going to deny the fact that Getō was hot, but the thought of sexual tension had never crossed your mind. You hated him with your whole heart, you'd swear it. But, god did you love how he was making you feel.

You hooked your legs around his waist, causing him to break the heated kiss with a sonorous laugh. His hands trailed your body, riding up your thigh and under your skirt until he stopped at your panties. He ran his fingers over the fabric, pulling an airy gasp from you. He smirked, “If you hate me so much, why are you such a mess for me?”

You held back a whimper at his touch, “Shut the fuck up.”

Roughly, he pulled your underwear aside and pushed a finger into you. Before you could cry out, he covered your mouth with his free hand and glared down at you.

“Keep your mouth shut,” Getō snapped, slipping another finger into you. “Unless you want everyone to know that you're acting like a little slut for me.”

As he worked his fingers, in and out, against your tight walls, you bit down on your lip to keep yourself quiet. Because he was right. You would be damned if anyone heard you calling out for Getō Suguru.

He was relentless. Pushing down on your pelvic bone, curling his fingers upward to hit that sweet spot over, and over, and over again until you were close to your release. But as soon as you tilted your head back and you clenched around him, he was pulling away from you completely. The smirk that tugged at his lips told him that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“You think brats like you get to cum?”

It wasn't a question that needed an answer. For once you were smart enough to listen and keep quiet. He toyed with your clit, watching your face go red as you all but squirmed against him. He was enjoying how you reacted to his touch, writhing at something as simple as brushing your clit.

He moved his hand away from your mouth, using it to undo the few buttons of your top. You almost shivered at the cool air hitting your hot skin, going to reach for his shirt when he smacked your hand away. He would take up every single second of your lunch break if he had to. But he would fuck the brat out of you by the time you left the dressing room.

He bent down, taking your nipple into his mouth. You shivered, head rolling back as your breathing became ragged. He was reveling in the way you were puddy in his hands. So lost in your reactions that he didn't even stop to think maybe he had way more experience than you did. No, not when he was getting as lost in your noises as you were his touches.

You couldn't focus as he pressed his fingers into you, all while he sucked and nibbled at your skin. Every touch was lighting you on fire, your body shaking as you once again felt yourself close to cumming.

“Getō, please,” You whined, his tongue flicking over your sensitive flesh as his free hand continued to toy with your clit. You couldn't handle it, you wanted to touch him, to feel him inside you. You were too eager, so eager it was throwing him off.

He pulled away from you, shooting you a glare, “So impatient. It's almost like you've never done this before.”

The way the red tinted your cheeks told him exactly what he needed to know. You hadn't done this before, and it just gave him another thing to bully you for. The smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth confirmed your thoughts.

“You haven't, have you?” He questioned, already knowing his answer. “Oh, sweetheart. I am going to ruin you.”

You whimpered as he once again fucked his fingers into you. He’d allow you sweet release because it would make what comes next easier for you. He could feel you clenching around him, so damn close but not quite there just yet.

“You better cum,” He snapped, before leaning down and once again catching your perky nipple with his lips. “Now.”

“Getō, I–” You couldn't help the cry that pushed past your lips while he latched on, sucking and rolling his tongue over it as you instantly caved. You came around his fingers, your tight, gummy walls tightening against him. He didn't let up, letting you ride out your high as you panted out his name.

He pulled his hand away, sticking the fingers he used on you into your mouth. Everything you thought you knew about sex, you could forget it. Because Getō was going to teach you, and you were going to learn his way. This included forcing you to know what you tasted like. He wanted you to taste what he did, for you to know just how sweet you were. You ran your tongue over his fingers, doing what he wanted without even being asked to.

He let out a shaky breath as you sucked his skin clean, wondering how it would feel if your mouth was on his cock. As much as he wanted to find out, he was pushing the time limit as is. The thought had him yanking his hand away from you and flying towards his belt.

Your heart raced as you watched him, knowing you were about to give up everything for the person you hated the most without any hesitation. It made you feel so dirty but at the same time, he made you feel so good. You wanted more, for him to make good on his promise and ruin you.

As he slid out of his clothes you couldn't help but stare. A cheeky grin pulled at the corners of his mouth, knowing overall he was bigger than you. You knew you were in for it, and that he was most definitely going to torment you with his size. But you still couldn't help but ask, “Is that going to fit?”

“Cute,” He chuckled lowly, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer. You whimpered as he pressed his erection against your throbbing cunt. “You're gonna take it all, sweetheart. Got it? I'm gonna make this pretty little virgin pussy mine.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and biting down on your lip as he teasingly dragged his cock against your soaking entrance. With no warning, he pushed into you. Your eyes flew open, feeling the stretch as he stopped, allowing you to get used to his size.

“So fuckin’ tight,” He gritted out, slowly rocked his hips to inch himself in more. Tears stung the back of your eyes at the discomfort, and your hands curled around the edge of your desk to brace yourself. He placed one hand on the table and wrapped the other around your waist. “Don't be afraid to hurt me, princess.”

He kept his pace, waiting until you were moaning and wrapping your arms around him before going even deeper. But, you were getting impatient, using your legs to pull him all the way in, despite the pain that shot through you at your movements. The cry that left your mouth mixed with his own pleasured moan that he tried to hide by burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“More,” You whined, a tear rolling down your cheek. “Getō, please. I want more.”

He groaned, pushing in on your back until you were arched perfectly for him as he leaned back to look, “You're so fucking needy. Hurting yourself for my cock. Is that what you want more of? Be a big girl, use your words.”

He wiped the stray tear away, watching as your eyes briefly fluttered closed. He couldn't help but admire how adorable you looked. Your face red, exposed chest heaving as you tried to adjust to how deep in you he was.

“I want your cock,” A sharp noise left your mouth as your hand found the base of his neck. “Please. I– I want you to fuck me.”

He thrusted into you, the noises you made like music to his ears. If you didn't care about the pain you were in, he wasn't going to either. Your yelps were followed by your nails digging into his skin, allowing him to be as rough as he wanted with you.

You locked your legs around his waist, hardly allowing him any room besides short yet deep thrusts. But as he worked himself in as far as he could go, you noticed him picking up speed. He drilled into you, your pained cries slowly becoming more pleasured with each thrust. All you could think about was how he felt inside you. How the friction of his cock moving against your tight walls made you feel like every nerve in your body was on fire.

“Suguru,” An airy moan left your mouth that had his rhythm faltering. “Feels s’good. I wanna… Wanna…”

God, he wished you could see how fucked out you looked right now. Eyelids half open, a lost look in your eyes as if you were seeing stars. His own jumped to the mirrors behind you, an idea forming in his head as he pulled you closer to him. You weren't even on the table anymore, the only thing holding you up was your own arm and leg strength as he gripped your hips and forced your body up and down on his cock.

The slightest change in position made all the difference as you already felt a tightening in your abdomen. You couldn't form words as you wound your hands into his hair.

“You wanted to cum, princess,” He growled out. “So do it.”

As if on command, that tight coil finally snapped, letting the feeling of pure euphoria overtake you. Getō’s lips crashed against yours as you started to cry out, silencing you almost completely. You mewled against his mouth, clamping down around his cock so tight he had to hold back his own moans. He kept up his brutal pace until you had fully rode out your high in a series of spasms that had you jerking violently and nearly in tears as you could finally feel just how raw he had rode you.

He pulled out, a noise of discomfort pushing past your lips as he set you down. He let out a laugh before spinning you around and roughly bending you over the vanity. He leaned down before growling out in your ear, “I'm not done with you yet, brat. I'm gonna fuck you ‘till you can't remember why you hate me.”

You let out a whimper as he lined himself back up with your entrance, slowly thrusting into you. He let out a slew of curses as you sucked him back in, wrapping his arm over your abdomen. As soon as his hand trailed over your skin and stopped at your clit, he pulled you up just enough to grab your chin, turning your head so you could see yourself in the mirror.

Sweat was running down your forehead, your eyes almost crossed as he began toying with you once again.

“See that? How dumb you look for my touch?” Getō snarled, bucking his hips upward. You watched as your mouth dropped open, no noises leaving you even though you wanted to moan. “See how ridiculous you look for my cock, despite saying you hate me? Imagine how stupid you'll look when I fill you full of my cum.”

You couldn't form a response as he railed into you, your eyes rolling back into your head as you focused on the pleasure instead of the discomfort you had felt a minute ago. You gripped the ledge of the table, keeping yourself steady as it rocked underneath his force.

His fingers moved around your sensitive bud, kneading at you as he spurred himself on. He wasn't gentle, but you didn't seem to mind as an abundance of whore sounds we're finally flowing from your mouth. You couldn't think, still couldn't speak, and he was absolutely correct.

You looked like a fucking idiot.

Not because of the pleasured expressions crossing your features, but because of the fact he had you in this state when yesterday you were running your mouth about how you’d never touch him with a ten foot pole over a kissing scene. Now look at you, squirming underneath him as he hit it from behind and nearly had you in tears from how good he was making you feel.

He adored the sight, relishing in the fact that he had made you weak. Who knew all it would take was a few suggestive comments that you had every right to turn down? Because somewhere under all the hatred, you did want him. You finally had him, buried deep inside you and stretching you out more than you had thought possible.

There was no doubt in his mind you'd hate yourself in the morning. Because you'd be sore and worn out, but also because Getō was determined to not let you forget this. He had no issues with you, didn't even hate you. But, he was over your loud mouth and whatever issues you had with him. He was pissed off and he had been itching to let you have it. Although, this was not at all what he had in mind.

Never did he picture he’d be stealing your virginity, let alone fucking you dumb at work of all places. Anyone could walk in at any moment, anyone walking by could hear your sharp noises because you couldn't keep yourself contained.

It was all happening so fast, you slurred over your words as you tried to tell him you were close once again. Getō didn't need to be told though. He could feel you clenching around him, causing his own movements to become sloppy and out of rhythm as he used his free hand to place his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.

As you once again came around his cock, he felt himself close to the edge as well. His strokes went long and deep, becoming faster each time he thrusted into you.

“M’gonna cum,” he groaned out. “Gonna fill up your pretty little cunt.”

You whined against his fingers as he pushed into you one last time, breathing out heavily. He made good on his promise, allowing his hot seed to paint your tight walls white. You could’ve sworn you were seeing stars as you tried to calm down. He lightly rested his forehead on your shoulder before softly kissing your skin.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” he murmured, pulling out and away from you. You stood back up and turned to look at him in confusion, wondering why he was being nice. You expected him to just leave, but here he was, offering to take care of you.

“What?” He raised a brow. “Aftercare is important, don’t let anyone tell you differently. Especially with this being your first time, there’s no way you’re not bleeding.”

You scoffed, “Don’t act like you care. You got what you wanted, you can go now.”

“What do you mean by that?” Confusion clouded his features, having no idea what you were insinuating.

You looked away, folding your arms over your chest, “Gojo told me that you said I’d never amount to anything, and that I’d be just another washed up actress.”

“You will be if you keep listening to his dumbass,” Getō rolled his eyes, gently grabbing your chin. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

This time when he called you that, it wasn’t full of sarcasm. You dragged your eyes up to meet his, seeing that he was completely serious as he said, “I think you’re great at what you do. I never said that about anyone. As for why Gojo told you that… I’ll give you one guess.”

This guess didn’t need to be said out loud. You knew Gojo was the type to get around. You frowned, mad at yourself for believing him. You should be the one to apologize, not Geto. But as you went to do just that, he caught you by the mouth. Once again taken off guard, he let out a soft chuckle.

“Don’t apologize. You can’t help that you’re naive.”

“Yeah,” You rolled your eyes. “Naive enough to let some old perve to my virginity.”

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meivienne

2 years ago

FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY A JEAN FIC

BEHIND BARS.

03. POWER PLAY & MANIPULATION + JEAN KIERSTEN

࿔ pairing: officer!jean kiersten x bimbo!reader

࿔ synopsis: you found yourself in a holding cell in the middle of the night after a halloween party gone wrong. maybe if you bat your eyelashes a little more, you can convince the nice officer to let you go.

࿔ cw: dubcon, reader is drunk, handcuffs, use of the pet name daddy, throat fucking, spanking, degradation, orgasm denial, dumbification, infidelity, unprotected sex, squirting, fingering, anal play, dacryphilia, breath play, impact play, hair pulling, spitting, breeding kink, overstimulation, reader is kind of a bimbo

࿔ wc: 5.2k

a/n: after hours of technical difficulties and stress, better late than never xoxo

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“public indecency, huh?” jean cackled as he tossed your papers onto his desk before returning his attention to his phone.

“it was an accident!” you protested, words slurring while you huffed and crossed your arms. it really wasn’t an accident. you got too drunk for your own good and decided to show the whole neighborhood how good your tits looked. you didn’t plan on spending the rest of halloween night in a holding cell. you were supposed to be party hopping with your friends, but two parties in, you overestimated just how much alcohol you could drink.

of course, you were lucky enough to flash the neighbors just as the police rolled up. they had to make an example out of you, so you ended up cuffed in the back of the squad car. now, you sat on the cold concrete bench behind the metal bars of the cell by yourself, the alcohol still in full effect.

“i didn’t know you could accidentally flash an entire neighborhood.”

“wasn’t me.” you giggled, laying down on the bench to keep the room from spinning. you almost forgot how restricting your costume was.

you had on a button down white mini dress that barely covered your ass, and the small nurse’s hat you had on earlier in the night was long gone—probably on someone’s couch drenched in alcohol. your fishnets were full of holes and torn up from how many times you tripped throughout the night. you discarded the uncomfortable heels you had on hours ago, waddling around in some random girl’s slippers that she let you borrow.

the buttons on your dress were on the verge of popping off, tits threatening to spill out at any minute. you groaned, sitting back up to undo a few more buttons so you could move more freely. you almost forgot you had an audience as you sighed out, tits sitting pretty in a black lace balconette underneath the white nurse outfit. jean cleared his throat as he glanced at your supple breasts, adjusting in his seat as his cock began to stir in his pants. he inwardly cursed at himself, palming at his half hardened cock.

“i wanna go home!” you sighed loudly.

“you do the crime, you pay the time, sweetheart.” jean continued aimlessly scrolling on his phone, leaning far back in his chair. “might as well get real comfortable. it’s gonna be a long night for you.”

“don’t i get another phone call?” you whined. you wasted your only phone call when you drunkenly dialed the wrong number. instead of calling your boyfriend, you called a disconnected line. the monotonous dial tone was the last thing you needed to hear after your long night. you were shivering and the cold presence of jean looming over your shoulder didn’t help. the quiet sounds of the wind outside and the creaking of metal bars became deafening.

“nope. should’ve double checked the number before you called.” jean chuckled, lowering his eyes to your hardened nipples peaking through your dress. you rubbed your arms, goosebumps forming on your skin as you let out a soft whine. you were really regretting your costume choice. if you would have known you’d end up in a 4x4 concrete cell, you might have gone with something different.

“no no! i cant stay here for the rest of night. i’ll do whatever you ask, please just let me out!” your bottom lip quivered as tears threatened to fall. just thinking about sleeping in this cold cell was enough to make you shiver. your anxiety skyrocketed, creating such obscene scenarios to scare yourself even more. jean didn’t pay any mind to your cries and pleas—he’s heard it all before.

“i’ll do anything you want if you let me go, please! ask me to do anything and i’ll do it, i promise!” you whined, a pout forming on your lips. now that grabbed jean’s attention.

“you’ll do whatever i say, huh?“ the wheels began turning in his head. he thought of all the things he could have you do for him. all because you couldn’t bare a few more hours in the cell.

“yes,” you sniffled, “anything.”

“well i suppose i could let you out… maybe let you have another quick phone call.”

“really? oh my god, thank you so much.”

“but my kindness ain’t free, sweetheart. you gotta pay up,” jean grinned.

“but i don’t have any money to give you.” you dropped your shoulders in defeat.

“you’re adorable. i’m not talking about money. c’mere, let me cuff you then i’ll let you out.” you slotted your hands through the opening in the bars, thinking nothing of his generosity, glee peering behind your bright eyes. jean gently cuffed your hands, then unlocked the cell after you stepped back.

“thank you so much!” you squealed, getting ready to walk out, hoping that jean would follow behind you so you could grab your things.

“aht, we’re not finished.” jean tsked, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to him. his breath hitched at the sudden throb of his cock as your doe eyes met his. your eyes glossed over with hope and confusion. his gaze traveled down your body, focusing on how your tits spilled out of your slutty nurse costume, your ass hanging out from the mini dress.

“you said you’d do anything... right?” jean brought his hand up to caress your cheek, closing the space between the two of you. you meekly nodded, eyes darting around the room nervously. your hands felt clammy, the tension circulating in the room stealing any words forming on your tongue.

“hm,” he tilted his head, eyes darkening, “get on your knees.”

“huh? why?” you cocked your head to the side. he chuckled at your naivety.

“don’t you wanna go home? i know you don’t wanna spend the rest of the night in that cell.” he cooed, faux pouting. you chewed on your bottom lip as you weighed your options. you nodded your head, slowly sinking down to your knees, cuffed hands sitting on your lap as you stared down at his boots.

“atta girl. now don’t be shy, take my cock out.” you winced at his bluntness, furrowing your eyebrows as you shook your head.

“i can’t do that!” you exclaimed, taken aback by his lewd request. you were drunk, but not drunk enough to comply.

“oh? and why is that?” he cocked his eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest, making you feel small under his fiery gaze.

“because i have a boyfriend! and you can’t make me! i’d rather stay here all night.” you protested.

“oh, i can’t make you?” he challenged. your blood ran cold at his change in demeanor. you knew he absolutely could make you do anything he wanted, but you shook your head anyway, refusing to let him get one over on you.

“are you disobeying an officer, sweetheart? you know that’s illegal.”

“that’s not-“ you started, but he cut you off before you could defend yourself.

“you have direct orders from an officer. you wanna spend another night in jail for failure to comply?”

“you can’t-“

“two nights.”

“no i-“

“three?”

you fell silent, shaky hands reaching up to unzip his pants. you made the mistake of looking up at him as your fingers went to pull the waistband of his boxers. heat pooled in your core from the way he looked down at you, the corner of his mouth upturned, his eyes clouded with lust and dominance. he knew how to play his cards right. how to abuse his power.

after slight hesitation, jean grew impatient and cupped your hands in his to help you pull his boxers down. your eyes widened and you scooted back an inch from how intimidating his cock was. you almost passed out at the thought of it cutting off your airway and being pummeled down your throat. his length alone was enough to ruin you, but his sheer girth would definitely split you in half. you shook your head

“i can’t take all of that.” you gulped.

“aw, don’t worry, baby. you can take every last inch.” jean smirked before grabbing a fistful of your hair and easing his cock down your throat before pulling out. you coughed as he did so, the head touching the back of your throat and causing you to silently gag. he had caught you completely off guard as you blinked up at him. he didn’t give you anymore time to prepare yourself before he thrusted his hips forward, filling your mouth with his cock.

you gagged around his length, his cock bruising your throat as he lodged himself down your throat. he used your hair as leverage to fuck your face, hissing as your tongue slid up the underside of his cock. you batted your eyelashes as you looked up at him, tears stinging your waterline as he continued bullying his cock into your mouth.

he was only halfway inside, snickering as he watched you struggle to take the rest, coughing when he pulled out. you took the short supply of oxygen for granted as he rammed his cock back in your mouth, setting a pace you couldn’t keep up with. his cockhead was prodding the back of your throat, bruising it in the process.

drool seeped out of the side of your mouth, dribbling down your chin and onto your breasts. his length was now coated in saliva, spilling onto his heavy balls as he fucked your throat. you hollowed out your cheeks, finding yourself struggling to breathe, missing the sweet air that was now inaccessible.

“fucckk.” jean groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as you let him use you for his own pleasure. he abruptly yanked your head up, admiring how pretty you looked with tears brimming your face and snot decorating your upper lip, chin wet with spit. you gasped for air, coughing and panting as you blinked away the rest of your tears, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“open up.” he purred. you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out as he spit on your tongue. you moaned quietly at the action, making brief eye contact with him before he slapped his cock on your tongue a few times. your lips closed around the tip, lightly sucking on it as you kissed it. jean cursed under his breath before roughly stuffing his cock inside of your mouth.

“i know you can take the rest, c’mon. breathe through your nose, baby.” his words shot straight to your leaking core. you squeezed your thighs together, whining as he shoved your head all the way down, your nose brushing against his abdomen. he held you there, ignoring your fingers tapping on his thigh. you coughed around him, trying to remember to inhale through your nose as your airflow was cut off entirely.

your hands snaked down to the heat radiating between your thighs, gently dipping underneath your panties and gliding up and down your folds. jean looked down at you, noticing your cuffed hands stuffed in your cunt. he grunted as he pulled you off, his cock ready for release.

“you gettin’ off on me fucking that pretty face?” jean panted, stroking his cock in front of your face. you nodded eagerly as your dainty fingers slipped in between your wet folds, a soft moan leaving your lips. he studied your face for moment, wheels in his head turning before he grabbed hold of your arm, yanking you up from your spot on the floor. “c’mon, up.”

he led you over to his desk chair, taking a seat and spreading his legs wide. “first thing’s first…” he trailed off, tongue gliding across his lips as he sized you up. the sheer thigh high stockings you wore held up by a lace garter belt caused his breath to hitch, your thick thighs threatening to spill out of them. “we gotta get rid of these. don’t you agree, baby?” his hands wandered up your plush thighs, sensually squeezing the flesh before unclipping the garter from your stockings.

your heart threatened to burst out of your chest as his rough hands handled you with such care, as if you were made of glass. his hungry eyes never left yours as he gathered the hem of your dress, pulling it over your ass and letting it gather around your waist. he sucked in his breath, the matching lace panties you had on were beyond soaked.

“god, you’re so beautiful.” he grabbed handfuls of your ass, groping it as he peered up at you. you gulped, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the unraveling tension.

“don’t be rude, baby. say thank you when daddy compliments you.” you yelped, a stinging slap landing on your ass that was sure to leave a mark. jean shushed you, softly rubbing the now sore skin.

“thank you.” you sniffled.

“thank you, what?”

“thank you, daddy.”

“that’s a good girl.” he spoke softly, raising your leg up to leave chaste kisses on the inside of your thigh. “such a good, good girl.”

“jean, i-“

“tell me what you want, and i’ll give it to you.” he knew exactly what you wanted, but he wouldn’t give it to you until you used your big girl words. his lips were mere centimeters away from your cunt. you were certain he could feel the warmth radiating from your core.

“i-i don’t know, i just—“

“you do know. do i need to make up your mind for you?” his thumb traced small circles on your thigh, his lips grazing your clothed sex. you let out a quiet gasp, shaking your head. his other hand traveled down your waist, his index finger pressing against your clit and drawing slow and agonizing circles through the thin fabric. your hands went to grip his hair as you bucked your hips towards his face, but you only earned a slap to your thigh. “you got 5 seconds to decide what you want, or i’ll decide for you.”

“time’s up.” before you got a chance to respond, he had you bent over his lap, perching your ass up in the air.

“wait! that wasn’t fair—nnghh oh, fuck.” two thick digits dove into your heat, pushing past your slick folds and aiming for that sweet spot. your upper body tensed before relaxing, slumping over his thigh as he pumped his fingers in your cunt. jean let out a breathy moan at how pretty your pussy looked. so wet, and all for him.

“oh… look how wet she is.” jean began jackhammering is fingers in and out of your squelching cunt, constantly hitting that sweet spot that he found in no time. you couldn’t form words because of how fast his fingers were moving. the same room that was filled with your mewls was now silent other than the sound of jean’s fingers fucking your cunt. your moans turned into silent screams, your orgasm threatening to unravel just minutes after his fingers found your sweet spot.

he wrapped his hand around your throat, forcing you to arch your back uncomfortably in his lap. you gasped, breathlessly moaning his name. your eyebrows knitted together, feeling the pressure in your tummy increase with each passing second.

“tell me what you want. i can feel how hard your squeezing in my fingers. baby. use those words.”

“p-please. let me cum.”

“oh i know you can ask better than that. beg for it.” jean’s languid movements almost came to a halt, slowing down to a snail’s pace with agonizingly long and slow movements of his fingers. you writhed in his hold, whining at his cruel games.

“jean.. please. need to cum. wanna cum on your fingers.” you sobbed, but jean still wasn’t satisfied. he pulled his fingers completely out of you, delivering a harsh slap to your cunt. you yelped, pursing your lips as more tears threatened to spill. he slowly massaged your folds to ease the pain, purposefully grazing your clit as he waited for your response.

“fuck, i c— god, please let me cum. i’ll be so good for you. i can be a good little slut for you, daddy. wanna cum all over your fingers ‘n cock.” you pleaded, unaware of just how much your little pet name affected jean. though you couldn’t see it, jean’s eyes became heavy with a primal hunger. his cock was painfully hard beneath you, twitching uncontrollably once more.

you whimpered at the way his hard cock was pressing against your stomach, the small beads of pre cum leaking from his tip wetting your skin. you arched your back, perching your ass up in the air as his hands glided across your backside.

“please, daddy. need you inside.” you cooed, breathing heavily in anticipation. you didn’t have much time to reel back in before jean was peeling you off of his lap and turning you around, pressing your back against his chest as you sat back down.

his hands seemed as if they didn’t belong to him. the way they explored your curves and ripped your costume off of your body could only be done by hands belonging to monster. with very little care and in such a frenzy. you felt so vulnerable, bare and naked for his gratification while he was fully clothed, only pulling his pants down to free his cock.

you felt the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance, causing you to look down and see it slowly disappearing inside of your warmth as he filled you to the brim. your mouth gaped open at the burning stretch of his cock, enveloping his length with your gummy walls.

“oh god… too big!” you whined, moving to close your legs. jean grunted as he gripped the back of your thighs, holding up both your legs and spreading you open wider. he ignored your pathetic cries and bottomed out inside of your tight hole with a hiss.

your knees were almost directly next to your ear as he slowly pulled out his entire length, his angry tip just barely inside of you before he slammed your hips back down on his cock. you wailed out, head falling back on his shoulder as you felt the sudden intrusion of his cock stretching you out beyond belief.

“fuck, baby. ‘s like this pussy was made for me. so fuckin’ tight.” he rasped in your ear, nibbling on your ear lobe as he thrusted up into your cunt, heavy balls slapping against the flesh of your ass. you could only moan in response, his cock creating a cloud of haze in your mind.

your heart was pumping, blood rushing to your head with each movement of his hips. you couldn’t find the energy to meet his thrusts because of how intoxicating his strokes were. each time you fluttered your heavy eyes open, the room spun from the immense pleasure he was giving you.

“so— so fucking good.” you breathed out, tears running down your face. your cheeks were streaked with black mascara, the glitter eyeshadow that once sat on your eyelids now scattered under your eye. it was almost embarrassing how a sleazy officer had you looking this fucked out.

jean’s lips latched on to the side of your neck, muffling his groans as your cunt clenched down on his cock mercilessly. his cock was snug against your cervix with each thrust, your body jolting as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot that had you mewling his name over and over.

his cock throbbed inside of you, resisting the imminent urge to paint your insides white. he placed his chin on your shoulder, watching your swollen cunt suck his cock in,

“f-fuck m’gonna cum.” you cried, the pleasure becoming too overwhelming. with your hands still restrained in cuffs in front of you, you arched your back, fingers finding the swollen bundle of nerves vying for attention.

“c’mon cum all on this dick, princess,” he whispered, “but i’m not done with you.” his words alone were enough to have you coming undone. you jerked as your cunt spasmed and legs shook, eyes rolling to the back of your head. your mouth formed an “o” shape, but no sound came out. your breath was caught in your lungs, almost as if you forgot how to breathe. incoherent babbles left your mouth as jean fucked you through your high, cursing at your fluttering cunt hugging his length. you finally came down as his pace slowed, pulling out of your dripping hole completely, his cock still fully erect and red.

jean exhaled, slowly putting your legs back down as he squeezed your thighs gently, contrasting the way he abused your cunt. your legs were still trembling as he set them down, admiring the way you left a damp patch on his pants.

“c’mon, princess. bend over this desk for me.” he purred, his palm flat against your lower back as you lazily complied, stretching out your cuffed wrists across the desk, head still muddled from your orgasm. he stood from his seat, massaging the sides of your hips to bring you back. “good, good girl.”

“no more.” you whimpered, the chill of his wooden desk cooling down your heated cheek as you pressed the side of your face to it, your cunt contracting around nothing as your arousal dripped onto the floor. jean smirked, fingers digging into your ass and spreading your cheeks apart, examining the lewd sight before him. he watched in a trance as your poor cunt clenched around the air, cum spilling out of your fucked out hole and gliding down your glistening folds.

he couldn’t resist his urges. he pressed his tongue flat against your cunt, causing you to flinch and try to wriggle away from him. you whined as he licked a stripe up your cunt, collecting your sweet nectar on his tongue before pulling away from your cunt.

from the side of your eye, you watched him hover over you, heart beginning to race once again. you winced as jean grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up at an uncomfortable angle. you steadied yourself as best as you could on your bound hands, blinking up at the man above you. with his other hand, he squeezed your cheeks together, spitting a mix of your cum and his saliva into your mouth.

a moan mixed with pleasure and pain slipped past your swollen lips as he rammed his cock in you from behind. he released your hair and let your face fall down on his desk as he gave your ass a stinging smack, starting off with a toe curling pace that had you on the verge of cumming already.

any hints of mercy and kindness disappeared as he drilled into you, basking in the sounds of your slopping cunt and feverish moans.

“tooo much! please, daddy!” you keened, voice cracking as you endured his unruly assault, nails digging into your palm hard enough to draw blood. jean only chuckled in between groans, too focused on the way your walls tried so hard to push him out, but he was determined to fuck you deeper.

though, you thought he couldn’t bully his cock any deeper inside of you, he did. he propped your leg up on his desk, gripping the globes of your ass as drove his cock impossibly deeper. your eyes shot open as he reached spots you didn’t know existed, letting out a blaring mewl that did nothing but coax him on.

there was no way his cock wasn’t in your stomach. you felt every inch and vein on him as he split you open, gripping him like a vice.

“shit, this pussy’s fuckin’ perfect.” jean sighed, your puckered hole suddenly peaking his interest. the way it subtly winked as if it were begging for his attention. you were too blissed out to notice the glob of spit trickling down your ass hole and leaking down your cunt.

jean brought his thumb to his lips, coating it in more of his spit before slowly circling the unused hole. your eyes widened as your your head snapped to the side, struggling to see what he was up to.

“wh- what are you—no, fuck, not there. nnghh, daddy!” you squeezed your eyes shut as his thumb pushed past the tight rim, the foreign feeling causing your hips to buck uncontrollably. you couldn’t describe the new sensation, only that it all became too much for you to handle.

“i ca— i can’t. p-please, no more!” you choked out, your foot almost hovering off of the ground as you stood on your tip toes, trying to put space between your bodies. jean tsked, pulling your hips back to his and quickening his pace.

“yes. you. can.” he punctuated each word with a cruel thrust, sending you into a downward spiral, hurdling closer and closer to a second round of pure bliss, slowly pumping his thumb in your ass. “you want me to stop, baby?” he asked, slowing down his hips and taking his time with each long stroke. you sobbed at the change of speed, feeling your creeping orgasm wither away.

“don’t stop, daddyyyy. i’ll be a good girl ‘n take it.” you hiccuped as you shook your head, jutting your hips back to meet his to dull the growing ache in your core.

“i thought it was too much?” his voice laced with greed and lust as he mocked you. he wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you up, squeezing the sides and pressing your back flush to his chest. your hands shot up to his wrist, the lack of oxygen adding fuel to your evergrowing fire.

“fuck me, please. need daddy to fill me up with his cum.” desperation oozed from your hoarse voice, bottom lip quivering as you looked up at him through wet lashes. jean almost folded right then and there, returning to his frenzied assault on your cunt, pounding into your g spot over and over.

you couldn’t peel your eyes away from the heavenly sight above you. jean with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape, sweat beading at his hairline and glimmering on the bridge of his nose. stray strands of hair fell down, framing his face in the most perfect way.

his cock twitched inside of you as he felt your cunt contract around him. you were close and so was he. you alternated between moaning his name and chanting the word “yes” as you creeped closer and closer to your orgasm, the pressure in your lower abdomen growing with each snap of his hips.

“fuck, fuck, fuck. c’mere, baby.” jean crashed his lips onto yours, ravishing the taste of your smeared cherry lipgloss. he swallowed your fervent moans, your fingers still grasping at his hand covering your neck. your tongue swirled around his, mouths moving in sync as his hand snaked its way down your neck and stomach, fingers finding your neglected clit and drawing circles. you pressed your body impossibly closer to his, sweat sticking to the both of you.

“yes, f-fuck right there, daddy. m’gonna cum.” you cried against his lips, looking him in his eyes as your eyebrows knitted together. the overwhelming pleasure from his fingers caressing your clit, his cock kissing your g-spot, and his thick digit still pressed into your asshole was enough to have you teetering on the brink of unconsciousness. it was all too much at once, being stimulated in almost every way possible.

“is daddy’s pretty little slut gonna cum, yeah? want daddy to fill this pretty pussy up with his cum?” he growled. you nodded, jaw going slack. “want daddy to knock you up, huh? want me to make you a pretty mommy? have your tummy all round with my kids?”

“god, yes! wanna be a mommy.” you moaned, your eyes crossing, almost completely unaware of the words that were slipping past your lips. the coil in your core finally snapped, a sob escaping your chest. your eyes darted around in the room, attempting to ground yourself in lieu of your blossoming orgasm.

“look at me. look at me when you cum, nowhere else.” your wandering eyes snapped back to his ice cold ones, his pupils dilated as your grip on his wrist tightened, cunt clenching at his words as you fell over the edge. your hands frantically moved back and forth between gripping his wrist and gripping the edge of the desk, unable to stay still. you convulsed around his cock as his thrusts became less strategic and uniform. your eyes never left his as you gushed around his length and his desk, body shaking and knees buckling as jean held you up. you arched your back off of his chest and tried to pry his hand away from your overstimulated clit. his own release was near, and the way you sucked him in made it impossible to hold out.

he watched in amazement as you squirted every time he thrusted forward. your cunt was almost numb and so was your mind, head falling back on his shoulder as you let him experiment with you. you couldn’t do anything but moan out every time he hit that spot that had you squirting repeatedly.

with one final push, jean’s hips stilled, spilling his cum inside of you and filling you to the brim with a loud moan as you milked his cock. a shiver went down your spine as he pulled his thumb out of your ass, sighing in content at him fucking his cum back into you.

he winced as he pulled out of your warmth, smacking your ass and watching you collapse onto his desk.

“daddy.” you called out for him, fighting sleep as you laid out on his desk, face flat on the wood.

“yes, princess?” jean replied, stuffing his cock back in his boxers and pulling his pants up. he didn’t hear a response from you, so he turned around, chuckling as you held out your cuffed wrists. he fished the key out of his pocket, taking the cuffs off and tossing them to the side. he brought your wrists to his lips, kissing them both to soothe the marks they had left.

“i can’t fucking believe you. you’re so damn lucky i responded to that call and no one else did.” jean scoffed as he wrapped you up in his jacket, cradling your spent body in his lap.

“‘m sorry, jean.” you mumbled, drifting off to sleep.

“hey.” jean tapped your cheek twice before gripping your jaw. you looked up at him through half lidded and blood shot eyes, raising your eyebrows ever so slightly as a response. “do that shit again and i won’t always be there to save you, understand?” you nodded, getting ready to rest your head on his shoulder again, but he gripped your jaw a little tighter to grab your attention. “words.”

“i understand.” you yawned, tears prickling your eyes from how exhausted you were. it was almost 4am and you were spent from the sex, and the alcohol was finally catching up to you. jean pressed a kiss to your temple, removing his hand from your jaw and letting your head fall on his shoulder.

“and when you wake up, don’t think i’ll have forgotten about this shit. i got something else for you when we get home.”

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meivienne

2 years ago

imagine bakugou and his s/o showering together while irritated with each other. like both getting ready for work and he comes in the shower while y/n is already there & she's protesting n shit. his excuse being something like "m not gonna be fuckin late waiting for you to finish, plus all my shit is in here". lotta side eyes, quick glares. the high tension is everything. then they end up fucking. funny cuz now you're both late but bakugou's his own boss lol. lowkey toxic but they talk it out tho

i really love this idea thank u for sending it to me :)

cw: smut lol

a sigh leaves your lips, your tense shoulders still not letting up under the hot steam of your shower. you can’t get the last argument with your boyfriend out your head, standing under the stream in hopes your annoyance will evaporate out of you.

when the door clicks open you huff, heavy foot steps stomping through the bathroom getting louder as the figure gets closer.

“nope, get out katsuki. i’m not trying to talk to you right now.” you shout over the shower, crossing your arms in an attempt to cover your chest.

your words are ignored, another loud huff brushing past your lips. especially at how through the fogged glass you can see your boyfriend pulling off his t-shirt and pushing down his shorts.

you roll your eyes when he opens the door to the shower. only his head poking in. he’s got a frown on his face, the tips of his hair getting wet as he quickly looks you up and down. your wet glistening body to your pretty face crumpled in a frown. he’s so stubborn… and you’re even worse.

“‘m not gonna be late waitin’ for you to finish and all my shit is in here.” he grumbles, stepping into the shower. you’re always weak for him, eyes gazing over his muscular arms, his gorgeous scarred chest and his strong jaw clenched in defiance.

you let out a mixture of disgruntled moans and huffs, turning away from him abruptly but it only makes his eyes flicker down to your ass. “touch me and i’m kicking you out,” you tut, roughly grabbing your loofa to spread over your body.

“yeah, like you could kick me out princess. can barely touch the top of my head.” he snarls, nudging right up behind you so he’s also under the shower head. he doesn’t touch you but you can feel his presence behind you, strong and overpowering.

you whine, spinning around and sending him a harsh glare. your baby hairs are stuck to your forehead, bottom lip pouted with soap over your shoulders and breasts. “my knee can reach your dick. right? that would hurt.”

katsuki wants to push you against the door and fuck you from behind. your cheek against the glass as he pounds into your pussy, teach you about talking to him properly.

he can’t get a word in as you glance down to the mentioned appendage, slowly hardening against his lower stomach. your throat dries despite being surrounded by water. you wanna get down on your knees, feel him in your throat and have him under your spell but no, you have to stand your ground. sort of.

“can’t believe you, bakugou,” you spit, shaking your head disappointedly at him. your eyelashes are darker, eyebrows fluffed and messy and oh so beautiful before him.

katsuki tuts and you hate the sharpness of his ruby pupils. how they twinkle with humour like he knows something you don’t. “my cock still finds you sexy. what d’you want me to do about that? sayin’ that like your nipples aren’t rock hard.”

“because i’m naked, idiot.” you try to excuse but bakugou breathes a laugh.

“what? it’s not cold, stupid,” bakugou steps closer to you, your nipples rubbing against his chest. you sigh, not like your irritated one before but almost as if the slight tension is released with a simple touch from your lover. “wanna fuck and get this shit out our system?”

you bite down in your lip, fighting a moan when his lips brush against your jaw. his body is hard against you, hair brushed back to reveal his forehead. “princess?”

“you’re so fucking annoying. what happened to being late?” you ask but the steam of the shower, his cock against your skin has you feeling delusional, dropping your loofa to stretch your neck so he has more space to kiss.

“would rather have you pressed against the glass. wanna fuck you from behind.” he moans and with that you let your body fall into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging him down to meet your lips.

the kiss is rushed, uncoordinated and he’s practically trying to suck your tongue out your mouth. you can barely open your eyes with the water streaming down and you release a high pitched whine when two large palms land at your hips, manhandling you against the glass door.

you’re sure there’s going to be marks on your hips from his rough grip but you can’t find it in yourself to care as you flip yourself around, tits cold against the walls. “hurry up, ‘ki. i’ve got places to be.”

a slap lands on your ass and a moan slips from your mouth. with a harsh squeeze, katsuki tucks himself right behind you, “youre gonna lose your fuckin’ attitude once i’m done with you.”

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2 years ago

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