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the boy is mine - jjk nsfw

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office workers nanami kento x reader

fandom : jujutsu kaisen

word count : 1.4k

cw : just fluff! (i think)

“if you keep putting in nights this late, i think the boss is gonna start charging you rent.”

at first you think he hasn't even heard you. you stand and shift your bag up your shoulder, wondering if it's worth repeating yourself or if it's better to take the sign and leave.

he turns to you slightly.

“how long have you been working here?”

you tilt your head to the side, wondering if you've really been that unremarkable. “i'll be completing four months soon.”

“in another two you'll be sitting late at your desk, just trying to finish your work and some bright eyed new joinee is going to come up to you and crack the most unfunny joke as if that's going to make you want to smash your head into the computer any less.”

the silence between the two of you in the empty office stretches.

“um, no.”

he raises his eyebrows. “so you think you're that good at the job?”

“yeah. but i meant that i'd never be this depressed and hateful.”

“mmhm, and why's that?”

“because i have a life.”

his stern face drops in surprise.

it's at this point you realize that this is your senior. your senior. you weren't exactly in his team, but he was senior to you nonetheless, and you had just mouthed off to him without giving it a single thought in a country where seniority was so deeply ingrained in office culture.

you hesitate for a second, and then decide to (foolishly) stand your ground.

you fold your hands and lean forward, making yourself taller in comparison to the seated man who is still staring at you.

“you can try and report me for insubordination if you want to. i'll argue it because i have the right to do so. and it might get me fired. but just know that i can get up and get a different job at a different company and move on with my life, but you'll be here with your big senior position but it will do nothing to satisfy you truly because deep down you know that you are nothing but a man with a nasty attitude upholding the misery of corporate spaces with your negative attitude, you negative nancy.” you squint at his id. "you negative... nanami."

you don't bother staying to see his reaction. you turn on your heel and leave.

and that was where it all began.

you weren't reported for insubordination.

in fact, time passed as if nothing had changed at all.

but something had. someone who had clearly never noticed you before had turned his focus onto you.

nothing nanami does is noticable enough for other's to think that it was special in any sort of way, but for you to know how you had spoken and how he is treating you now despite it all, it has you initially suspicious.

it starts small.

it's the good mornings. what used to be you saying good morning to a senior who would perhaps just nod back has now turned into him wishing you a good morning with a slightly... pleasant look.

then it was how his brown eyes that you had always deemed to be calculating settle on you every time you're giving a presentation or speaking in a meeting or within view of him- but now they seem open, as if for the purpose of needing to take you in.

you're faced with one of the most twisted appliance of them all, the photocopier that sits by the window, choking on paper for the third time consecutively, and you are seconds away from kicking it.

“how is it that it's been six months since you've started and you still don't know that you apaproach this one only when it's absolutely necessary and with a hail mary?”

you spin around and see nanami leaning against the wall, arms folded. you're lucky that the papers in your hand are already crumpled up, because you would've crumpled them anyways with the fist you make. he raises his eyebrows at your frustration. you resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“i saw that. there's a better one by my desk. follow me.”

so that's where you're getting your copies printed now.

you don't know that anytime nanami hears a pair of heels clicking around the office, he hopes that it's you, and as it nears he hopes that he sees you, with your pursed lips and your indifferent face that you seem to reserve for him.

he watches you from the corner of his eye, the way your top hugs you and imagines you trying them on in the morning to see which one suits you the best. or maybe you'd keep them laid out and decided the night before, you seem to be the organized type.

he could help you with that. or maybe he'd be of no help at all, what with how lovely he thinks you are as is.

and when you're printing your copies, he hopes that you twist around or peer over your shoulder and end up accidentally making eye contact with him- which seems to make him smile almost instantly. and then he hopes that you smile back, which you used to never do, but now as you're smiling back at him before you immediately scoop up your papers and go back to your seat, he knows that there is space for more. more between the two of you.

you can't help but fall for him notice him.

it doesn't help that he's handsome. handsome in an obvious way. his blonde hair that's styled back, or how it sometimes falls forward in waves of honey. his brown eyes behind his extremely serious looking glasses, the same eyes that seem to soften whenever they see you around.

it gets worse.

you grimace at the coffee from the office coffee machine once and before the day ends you get an im from him saying that he'll show you the place he gets his coffee from every morning. and sure enough, the next day, he's waiting for you outside the office to take you on a short walk to the nearby coffee shop.

you're looking at all the options, acting like you don't think that it's really sweet that nanami with all his money and status frequents the little cafe tucked away where no one can see with no parking and a singular barista who seems to be hard of hearing.

“mr and mrs. nanami!” he exclaims when the two of you approach the counter.

he's supposed to be hard of hearing, not hard of seeing, so you have no idea why he says that, but you give him a flustered giggle regardless and tell him he's mistaken. when everything's ordered and the two of you are walking back to the office, he's about to take a sip of his coffee and you ask him if you can taste it.

"not to sound grossed out, but that's disgusting," you pull a face and give it back to him.

he laughs. "it's straight to the point, just what i need for the rest of the day."

"you take another coffee during lunch and sometimes drink tea before you leave for home, you liar. this is barely gonna last you a few hours."

"well for someone who prides themselves on how well they work, you seem to spend an awful amount of time studying me."

"you're very funny. your subordinates run helter skelter to make sure their work's done perfectly so you don't catch them slacking when you're running low on caffeine. you influence the office a lot more than you think, you know."

"well, i'm a particular man with particular tastes," he says, his eyes on you.

as you walk into the office, you notice your lipstick stain on the cup.

“oh!” you fumble with your bag and pull out a tissue, reaching out to his cup, “let me- ”

“i have a busy day, i need to get started with my work, yeah?” he gives your shoulder a quick squeeze before turning and briskly walking towards his desk.

“nanami!” you laugh, and he turns around, coat fluttering around him, head tilted to the side.

“yes?”

you point at the cup and then spin your finger around. “they're gonna know!” you whisper.

“that i have a particular taste?” he smirks. “i hope they do,” he says, taking a sip of his coffee, lips meeting the exact place where your lipstick stain is.

he turns around and walks away, leaving you standing there, and the heat from the beverage in your hand is nothing in comparison to how hot your face feels.

later in the night, as you lie awake, twisted to your side and all of a sudden it hits you.

nanami kento, investment banker, coffee connoisseur, man whom you have shared an indirect kiss with, gorgeous, rich, extremely smart and serious nanami kento is flirting with you.

you.

and you have been flirting back, or at least not shutting it down, you realize. the shock that goes through your body has you curling into an even smaller ball, so much so that your fiance grumbles next to you.

“quit movin' around."

"sorry," you whisper back immediately.

sato grunts and shoves his hand up your shirt again, fingers gripping your breast.

it really can't get worse than this.

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THE BOY IS MINE ꔫ - JJK **TEASER**

synopsis: your big sister has a new boyfriend that you can’t wait to try

parings: jk x sister in law!reader

warnings: infidelity, reader is a heavy bitch, she doesn’t care at all, strained relationships, traumatic sibling rivalry, dom!jk, fat cock!jk, sneaking around, exhibitionism, voyeurism, penetrative sex, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), fingering, rough fucking, multiple pousitions, reader’s pussy is an OCEAN

genre: smut, oneshot

word count: 404 (5.4k for full version)

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“hye ill be there, all month. you have nothing to worry about.” he gave her thigh a soft squeeze and flashed his reassuring bunny smile.

“promise?”

“promise.”

jungkook couldn’t be more unaware about what exactly he was promising to. and as he rounded the corner and pulled into the hidden entrance and drove down the dirt road, hyewon grew more anxious and clammy. she felt her heart sink deeper as jungkook pulled into the driveway and parked. once she saw your sunglasses go up she knew she was fucked. skin tight red bikini, slurping on a melting strawberry popsicle, with her boyfriend ogling every curve of your body. she could have shot herself right there.

over the next month hyewon would watch her perfect relationship crumble to dust. if you were going to be trapped here all summer with your insufferable sister the least she could do was share her boyfriend. her first mistake was pulling you aside that night before bed for a talk. you followed her out to the patio and faced her, finally dropping the innocent facade you’re forced to have around others.

“what now hyewon?” you scoffed. “i haven’t seen you in a year and you’re already about to scold me about something?”

you were trying so hard not to laugh at her angry demeanor. “stay away from him. y/n i understand you can’t keep a man but that doesn’t mean you can help yourself to mine.“

you pouted at her, prying her folded arms open and taking her hands in yours. “but hyewonniee~ that’s not fair, we share everything, what would mommy and daddy say to you right now?” you tsked obnoxiously.

she snatched her hands away. “y/n, this isn’t the time to play your sick games. what the fuck don’t you get? i’m not asking you, im fucking telling your twisted ass to leave us alone.”

“come on sis live a little, i promise ill give him back,” she felt like she was going to throw up right into the lake beside you two.

“please y/n…” her voice cracked.

all you could do was give her that fuck ass smile as if you were clueless about every goddamn thing in the world. “i just wanna try him. no need to get fussy.”

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MUNCH ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: jungkook is an ass man (he told me himself)

parings: jk x reader, established relationship

warnings: mdni 18++, sexual themes and mature language, dom!jk, sub!reader, lots of mentions of ass, slight ass play, mentions of anal, man handling, unspecified unprotected sex, doggystyle, penetrative sex, pet names and slight degradation, etc.

genre: smut drabble

word count: 401 (tiny)

jungkook is an ass guy, and it’s all due to you.

you made him fall in love with your cute, plump ass and all the perks that came along with it. from the way you had to jump to get your jeans on to how your cheeks swallowed a nice lacy pair of thongs. his favorite thing to have you in was a little tank top that fell off your shoulders and never reached below your belly, as well as a cute teeny pair of cheekster panties that sank farther into your ass as you did tasks and chores around your shared apartment, always on display for him and his aching member. he also loved how your soft ass felt, nice and powdery under his fingertips when he’d feel you up. he was so gentle with it most times, greeting you always with a hug and handfuls of your ass, kneading the thick flesh like it was the softest dough. other times like now, he would be rough with his touch, gripping and smacking on your ass as it clapped back on his pelvis while he wrecked your cute pussy.

your tears stained the white linen of your bed while you pushed him away and clawed at his toned stomach, which earned you another handprint on a cheek of his choice. “uh uh sweetheart, come back here and take it–“ he grunted as sweat beaded his forehead and he pulled you closer by your waist. he landed another smack on you, finishing off with a mean grip. he was so fucking addicted to the ripples and the cries that fell from your mouth afterward.

“pretty baby likes it when i smack that fat ass around huh?” he said after delivering another and watching the beautiful recoil.

“love it so much kookie, want more on me!” your pleasure filled screams were ripped out of you one by one.

“mhmm that’s right pretty girl, can i play here?” he had made you flinch when he put his soft thumb over your sweet puckered hole.

“yes koo, w-want you to play with it!” you weren’t too experienced with anal but one thing you knew you loved was clenching your tight little asshole around his thumb while your pussy was filled to the brim with his cock.

“such a good girl, letting me use these slutty holes.” and just as you asked, you received when his thumb slipped right into you, making your back arch and having jungkook’s thoughts run rampant about how he’d love to shove his cock inside and stretch out that ass when the time came. until then he’d be enjoying another perk he loved, which was painting your ass with strings of his hot cum. he watched the seed trickle down between your ass cheeks and glazing up that fucked out pussy. he took one look at your lewd expression and thought about how he could stay here and worship your ass forever.

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