LITEARLY SO INLOVE WITH HIM

LITEARLY SO INLOVE WITH HIM

y’all… this is the best thing I’ve woken up to 🥹

SHINICHIRO IS SO BEAUTIFUL GAAHAHAHHH IM CRYING

kinktober • day two

kink: office sex

character: nanami kento

show : Jujutsu Kaisen

fic type: drabble ( wc: 1.2K)

content warning + themes: choking (he uses his tie), spit play, missionary, squirting, daddy’s used a couple times, infidelity, hint of toxic nanamin

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“K-Kent—I’m gonna come if you don’t stop! I’ll make a mess..ruin all of the newest reports.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, sweetheart..but is that not the point? Besides..it’s nothing we can’t fix.”

the type of banter that one would ever expect to be partaken during such a sexy, intimate moment. It was a scene akin to something from a movie or a corny, cliche porno. Alas though, it was your reality..back pressed to the pinewood desk, legs hiked up midair and three fingers hooked inside of your cheek. Being thrashed around on the base of your boss’ cock. Sharp thrusts being fed to your fertile little cunt…making a mess would have been quite the understatement at this point. A blanket like sheath and strings of your creamy arousal dripping all over his shaft. Honestly, he was the only man who could ever invoke such a reaction from you.

“Tell me though, my dear?..Can he make you do this? Hmm..has that boyfriend of yours ever made you come like this? You’re so turned on right now…” it was a fact that CEO and your secret fling, Nanami Kento was quite proud of. Holding you up after hours, long after the remainder of the staff had dissipated and gone home. Using the guise of some ‘special assignment’ that he only entrusted in your hands to have you squirting all over him. “We—really shouldn’t be doing this!—ahh fuck! It’s so wrong.” The words flowed from your mouth yet they meant nothing. Not when your body was singing an entirely different tune. One where you were writhing underneath him and sloshing around in your own slick. Having ripped your top open, Kento glared vehemently as your ample breasts bounced around, crashing against each other. In truth, there was nothing your sorry ass excuse of a man..if he could even be called one, could do with you. A woman of your pedigree deserved nothing but the best in every single aspect, including dick. You had been employed here for three years and not once had he ever seen that asshole bringing you lunch or flowers. But rather, aggravation and headaches about some girl he had been messing around with or how he had taken your car whilst you were out working. It utterly repulsed him! So he was going to vet every bit of his frustrations by fucking you senseless..

“But it feels so…fucking right? Wouldn’t you agree, sweetheart? I mean, it surely seems like you do with the way you’re squeezing my dick.”

for all the days that he had watched you strut about throughout the office halls, wearing something far too revealing and rousing..all the nights he had dreamt of getting you alone and letting his tongue trail up your thighs as he teased that soaking center. Knowing the sheer anticipation alone had you turned on; waiting for him to peel back those panties and letting that sticky layer of arousal be exposed to the cool elements. Watching those nipples stiffen up as he pinched them between his fingertips…taking all of the time in the world to pleasure you. Which luckily came to fruition tonight. He had you panting like a little dog in heat, salivating and falling all over yourself..having already invoked one orgasm, he was hoping to produce so many, you’d barely be able to function. Wielding that dark tan tie that had cheetah print littering the material, Kento fastened the grip around his knuckles, tugging tighter as to slightly restrict your air. Being choked definitely turned you on more than you’d care to let on. Also, it would keep you reigned in, just in case you decided to run from the dick!..

“Tell the truth. He can’t get you this wet. Now can he? I’m the only one that can, right? This is the type of fucking you deserve, isn’t it?” Questioning with gentle coos as he slid a thumb between your lips to suckle on. Those innocent looking eyes glaring right up at him. Feeding you a soft slap to the cheek, Kento posed the question once more before ramming his cock deeper. “Y-yes, daddy.” Evoking a smirk and earning yourself a sloppy kiss as he placed a hand to the center of your stomach. “Thaaat’s my good girl. Now you just keep coming on this dick. That’s your only job right now, understand?” To which you’d nod, reassuring him you’d do as he said. Those quivering legs rested atop his shoulder blades, ankles laced with gentle pecks to assist in calming you down. When he’d notice your gaze starting to falter and your head falling backwards, Kento made haste in snatching it back up before hooking your jaws with two fingers.

“Hey, eyes up here, sweetheart. I didn’t give you permission to look away. Focus on this dick, nothing else.” Which was all but inevitable as that swollen appendage pounded into you. Hitting that sensitive core each time he thrusted in and out. A thick coat of pearlescent cream slathered over all that shaft, it was such a delectable sight. But Kento was a little greedy, egotistical if you will. He couldn’t let up until he saw you convulsing. Which wasn’t too far off base because once he hooked your jaw, you’d begin to pant as he sped up that heavy pounding. Not letting up until he felt that pussy tightening around him and clutching as if you didn’t want him to pull out..

“Kent!—I'm gonna come..”

“Ah..not yet. There’s one more thing I need.”

coiling your fingers together, Kento leaned down and gently brushed the top of your forehead before marking it with a kiss. “Tell me you love me..right now. Say it..” full and we’ll aware of the fact that you were already cheating but telling another man you loved him, only to turn around and be forced to go home and say it to your boyfriend was nothing more than a slap in the face. Even so, the immense pleasure and intensity of the moment had taken its toll on you so with his thumb caressing your cheek, you’d utter the fateful phrase:

“I love you, Kento.” Bringing a devious grin of sheer satisfaction to his face. With that, he’d prompt you to release and suddenly, a shower of sticky rain splattered his tan suit and blue button down that had been halfway undone. A sight he’d never grow tired of. Only to give you his load in return right after. You’d meet in a haze of passionate kisses to center you from those climatic highs. You’d stay like that for a few minutes; limbs entangled and lips crashing together…finally pulling away, you’d begin to chuckle, completely overtaken by bliss. Patting your asscheek with a gentle slap, he’d usher you up with his opposite hand to help you gather your bearings.

“Hey, let’s get out of here. The cleaning crew will be coming in a little while.” Informing you as he buttoned that shirt back up and fastened his pants. But whilst you were getting re-dressed, making the best attempt you could to make yourself look presentable and not as if you had just gotten ravaged by your boss, it was then that a familiar contact would appear across the screen of your iPhone..

Satoru 💍

you felt a sinking sensation in the out of your stomach, a combination of guilt and anxiety lingering but it didn’t matter. Because as far as you were concerned, the only man who could satisfy you was right here.

MY MAN MY MAN

KENPACHI ZARAKI || BLEACH #20 - I AM THE EDGE

🏃🏾‍♀️

cologne song • ryomen sukuna

“I know it ain’t Dior, I know it ain’t Baccarat, I know it ain’t Versace but whatever it is, you got me..”

💌: ryomen sukuna was a man and name you’d never forget. And it wasn’t just his looks that had your attention.

themes: fluff, foot locker manager!sukuna, executive, black fem reader, neck/back kissing, lip biting, slow burn-ish, voice kink (if you squint), I just cannot stop thinking about this man and or this song. So enjoy both of my hyper-fixations. 🫶🏾

. °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° .* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° .* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°

it had been some months since you’d settled into life at your new workplace..moving to this new area after accepting the role of general manager for the district. Overseeing several different stores but after your encounter with the manager of store 408, there was no question of where you wanted your home base to be…

“Miss? Everything alright?”

that voice sending flutters and tingles throughout your stomach. Never had a man made you swoon the way ryomen sukuna had. Ironically enough, the two of you didn’t exactly see eye to eye when you first arrived but all that changed after your tensions came to a head one night in his office. After that, your bond grew a bit stronger..both work and personal wise. Where you dreaded coming each day, dealing with his silly antics. You now welcomed being greeted with a ‘good morning, miss’ or ‘gorgeous’ when you worked together. Feeling somewhat sad when you were whisked away to another location. Even then, the two of you were exchanging sweet texts and meeting up after hours to quell your burning desires from the day. But it wasn’t just his smooth charm or looks that had you swooning over the handsome manager. In fact, you adored him for many reasons but the most attractive thing about him, oddly enough was his scent. The scent that lingered with you literally and figuratively, long after the day was done. When the two of you were standing only inches apart in the parking lot when he walked you to your car..face nuzzled in his neck and the smell would waft through your nostrils. His large, inked up arms cradling you close with a large palm cupping your ass. It was fresh on your mind, embedded in your memory even when you made it home.

most men bathed themselves in Axe or Old Spice..dousing themselves in the pungent fragrance that made you quite uncomfortable. Others wore Dior or Versace but only with the hopes of the pheromones inside luring women in. But not one ever possessed the essence and sensual appeal that Mr. Sukuna did. You wouldn’t even entertain the thought of someone else. Often times, he’d walk by you in the store as you took notes, flashing you that sweet smirk and watching you freeze up. He knew the effect he had on you..so you’d just have to ask.

“What’s that cologne you have on?”

“Why? You like it, miss?”

that deep, raspy register sending you swooning. He knew the effect he had over you and used it to his advantage. Whether it was rainy nights when he brought you to his place and the two of you were laid up after amazing lovemaking..his fingers intertwined with your own or lying flat on your tummy as he laces your spine with soft pecks. Every trace of him resides on your senses..he was the textbook definition of not judging a book by its cover because had you never given him a chance, you would’ve never known what it meant to truly love someone..so even now, as you two remain cuddled up in his office..tattooed arms wrapped around your body.

“C’mon miss, I gotta get home. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” Chuckling at the face that you were so needy when you presented such an independent front around others…

“I know but..just a little bit longer?..please?”

he knew that he’d always have you hooked on him, no matter what.

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