The Loathing.

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Mammon x GN! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, non-con, somnophilia, oral sex; male receiving, unprotected sex.

Summary: Nothing, no spoilers.

W/C: 300+

Mammon slowly stirs awake, the sleepiness weighing down his eyelids and maintaining his eyes closed, leaving him to rely on his other senses. He quickly takes notice of the warmth wrapped around his hardening member, realizing that he’s being sucked off. His eyes manage to peek open enough for him to see a figure under his bed sheets, the head bobbing up and down making a cheeky smile find its way to his face.

Instead of saying a cocky remark as he usually does, he decides to simply lay further into his bed and enjoy the feeling. He quickly starts moaning carelessly as his hands lazily sneak under the covers, taking a hold of the head to guide the movements at a faster, steadier pace. He feels the nose come into contact with his lower stomach, forcing out a moan of your name with his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

The door to his room clicks open with the noise falling on deaf ears, only being roused by the scream at the doorway. He quickly sits up halfway to see the look of horror on your face while he stares at you in shock, too stunned to react before you quickly run away with a muffled sob. He wastes no time in shoving the sheets off of him, wondering if you were just standing in his doorway, who’s the person who had been blowing him?

Mammon shouts in surprise at the sight, falling out of the bed. “The hell are you doin’?!” He shouts at the familiar face while dread fills him, the same look of horror you had now in his face as well. The witch only smiles in return while looking down at his wide eyes that stare back, remembering how they met just a few days prior, though a few days was enough for him to fall in debt again, and when it became apparent enough that he wouldn’t pay up, the witch decided ruining his relationship would be payment enough.

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Yandere! Mammon x GN! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Yandere stuff, past kidnapping mentioned, physical abuse, blood, light nudity, implied attempted non-con.

Summary: After finally having an opportunity to escape from your harsh reality, you're unfortunately forced to find out what a grave mistake it is in the worst ways possible.

W/C: 800+

You continue to run, forced to ignore the ache in your legs telling you to stop while your mind runs over the previous events, trying to make sure you didn’t overlook anything. Just a few moments prior, your captor had stumbled through the door of your ‘shared’ bedroom; completely wasted. He had gone out to celebrate over some reason you couldn’t quite remember and returned at the dark early hours of the morning.

As soon as Mammon stumbled in, you immediately took notice of him having forgotten to place back down the curse on the door, the one that kept you from leaving. You waited as patiently as you could with trembling hands until he fell asleep after having failed to keep himself upright enough to ‘celebrate’ with you. Having passed out on top of you, you pushed him aside as carefully as possible before quietly making your way to the door.

After having spent so long locked away with your legs getting unaccustomed to much movement, they threatened to give up on you until you finally fell. You let out a frustrated shaky breath, trying to get yourself back up with the aid of your arms, wanting to put more distance between you despite having been running for what felt like so long. “Would you look at that?” You hear a voice coming from above you say, drawing your attention to look up.

“What do we have here?” Another one says, with a less than comforting smile, and you quickly come to realize that you’re surrounded by three demons. “They’re a pretty little thing.” The third one says, displaying its sharp teeth. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy tearing this one apart.” The second one moans, getting you to look back at its darkened silhouette. You quickly stand to sprint away but easily get pinned down by the three of them, feeling them holding onto your limbs tightly.

“No! PLEASE STOP!” You scream to which they laugh, your struggles earning you scratches from their sharp claws. “What’s wrong?! I bet your flesh tastes as pure as your broken soul!” The first one shouts over your cries before they start turning you around to lay you over your stomach. You continue to cry while they tear the edges of your clothes, landing more scratches and deep cuts in the process, too occupied to notice anything else.

You hear a familiar ringing and look forward to notice your phone laying on the ground with a cracked screen displaying Mammon’s ID name. You struggle to reach forward to it while feeling multiple sharp piercing pains on your body quickly followed by the wet sensation of your blood gushing out. You finally manage to answer the call with another pained scream at the sound of a crack from your body.

“MAMMON! PLEASE! I’M SORRY! I-” You get cut off by a sharp slap landing on the side of your face. “SHUT IT!” One of them yells before smashing your phone to pieces. “NO! STOP!” You cry as they turn you to your back again, each pulling at your limbs to tear them from your torso. A loud crackling noise is heard, making them pause their movements and look in the same direction to which you follow with what little you can lift your head, looking forward.

Mammon stands before you, staring down the other demons with a piercing gaze that forces them to scramble away from you, releasing your limbs and letting him see the gashes littering your nearly naked body from the tearing of your clothes. “Close your eyes.” Mammon stares at you intensely while slowly raising a hand as the other lower demons start shouting and begging for forgiveness, knowing that regardless of his idiocy, his power is nothing to scoff at.

Your arms are quick to place themselves at the sides of your head, facing away with your eyes squeezing shut to brace yourself, and as soon as you do; the ground quakes beneath you. Screams of agony fill your ears, the screams seeming to never end as opposed to you having thought that it would be quick, unaware that Mammon is purposefully giving them a slow, agonizing death. Fortunately, the screams eventually stop, by then more tears having left wet trails on your face.

You slowly move to sit up while uncovering your ears just as slowly, looking around you to see the bodies to pieces, seemingly having been pulled apart much like how they attempted to do to you. Once your eyes fall to Mammon’s pristine form, you break out a small cry, standing and running to his arms as best as you can with the pain running through your body.

He takes you in his arms to keep you from falling over as you cry in his chest, soaking his shirt in your tears and blood “I’m so sorry! Please! I’m sorry! I should’ve never left! Please take me back!” You repeatedly apologize as he sets his jacket over your body, shielding your bare body from the cold early morning air. As he listens to your cries, he considers briefly degrading you for having left before deciding to simply pick up your crying form in his arms and carry you back.

Courtship Misunderstanding.

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Neteyam x Fem! Metkayina! Reader.

Warnings: Talks about mating, implied sexual themes.

Summary: Neteyam finds out that he's still unaware of some of the customs of your people.

W/C: 2.5k+

Neteyam slowly rises from the water to the shore of the village of Awa’atlu, water pouring out of his hair as he drags the giant eel from the cord he’d brought along and tied around the base of its jaw. Stepping out of the water properly and turning to his left, he rests the end of the long cord in his hand over his shoulder, feeling satisfied at the sound of the heavy drag of the massive weight of the eel leaving a deep wet path on the sand.

It’d taken him days of exploring every inch of the waters, starting with the reefs and opening to the deeper ocean but he’d finally found a catch that was worthy of being gifted to you; an eel larger than him and almost as wide as his torso that quite frankly had him struggling, though he tried not to show. Neteyam watches how the sand suddenly turns dark, having him looking up and seeing that eclipse had started with nighttime falling upon them, urging him to walk faster.

Once he reaches the docks, he crouches down and squeezes his arms under the eel and between the sand, lifting it with a small grunt and placing it on the elastic sheet that creates paths to the marui. Placing his hands next to the eel firmly, he hoists himself up and lands on his knees on the path with a light bounce, taking the eel back in his arms and standing back on his feet, carrying it much like a newborn to further impress you with his strength..

His legs start walking the path to your family’s marui, careful that the eel doesn’t somehow leap out of his arms with the light bounce of his feet. As he walks to his destination, he crosses paths with a few metkayina walking by him, all turning around and eyeing him and his catch as they walk away, having him feeling somewhat giddy; the same feeling you elicit on him whenever you so much as look at him, and when you smile upon noticing him already looking at you…

He feels as if though his heart could just about explode. You make him feel just as innocently happy as when he was a child, back before the sky people returned, back before his father laid more weight on his shoulders, before he had bigger responsibilities, all of which his brother noticed which led to him being called ‘whipped’. He had no idea what it meant, but if this is what being ‘whipped’ felt like, he didn’t want it to stop.

Finally, he reaches your family’s pod and peeks in, standing at the corner of the entrance and seeing you sitting on your calves in front of the firepit at the center, using the light to weave a choker with thin vines and watching as you meticulously add a small white pearl into it, following an intricate pattern which will no doubt match the white freckles that beautifully adorn your body, the ones he can’t wait to trace patterns on.

“Neteyam!” You greet with a smile, having looked over and caught him staring at you. Your voice snaps him out of his trance and has him returning the same smile as you stand to approach him, having set down your choker. “Wow, your parents must be proud.” You compliment, eyeing the eel. “No, this… this is for you.” He smiles softly. “Me? Are you trying to feed my whole family?” You ask jokingly to which his tail nearly thrashes around excitedly.

“Yes.” He sheepishly answers. He knew you’d understand that he’s courting you, gifting you a hunt large enough to feed your entire family to prove he can provide for you and more once you have a few little ones running around. “Thank you so much.” You thank in a soft tone before being interrupted. “Neteyam.” The sound of your father’s voice speaks his name, having them looking at each other followed by your father hand gesturing that he sees him with Neteyam bowing his head.

“I see you.” He says, suddenly very nervous on your father reacting to his eldest daughter being courted. “What is this?” Your father waves his hand to the eel, wondering what he was doing with it in his pod when his family’s marui was on the other side of the village. “Neteyam caught this for us.” You answer with a warm feeling in your chest while said hunter’s ears lightly flick back in confusion. Just the presence alone of a na’vi outside of the family with a large catch should let him know you were being courted.

Maybe your father just didn’t want to accept the courting, was his catch not impressive enough? Surely he could understand that anything bigger wouldn’t have been able to be delivered, it was hard enough to carry the one in his arms. “Very well then.” Your father nods and takes the eel in his own arms with more ease than Neteyam, the small insecurity blossoming in his stomach subsiding the strain in his biceps despite being understandably younger.

While the eel is set near the fire, ready to be cut and cooked, the sound of your mother’s voice speaking your name enters your ears. “Mother.” You greet and approach her and Aonung, receiving a half hug from her due to your baby brother being carried in her other arm. “Neteyam brought us something.” You continue to boast with a smile, briefly pointing at the eel by the fire before taking the baby in your own arms.

Ronal looks at the eel with slightly wide eyes, the impressed expression filling Neteyam with a sense of pride and mostly relief, though unbeknownst to him, her surprise was due to never having seen one of the reef eels so big, given that they’re usually no larger than a na’vi’s forearm. Your mother gestures that he sees him as a thanks to which he responds while your older brother looks away in annoyance, refusing to return the gesture.

Your mother gives a small pinch to his arm with a more than fear-inducing look on her eyes, forcing him to return the gesture. “Aonung, go bring your sister.” Your father’s voice says to which he follows after letting out an exasperated sigh, picking up his pace once he realizes Tsireya’s swimming with Lo’ak. “Come, eat with us.” Your mother invites Neteyam to the pod while your father cuts the eel as the younger male lets out a quiet relieved sigh at his offering being accepted.

You take his hand in yours and lead him in with a smile, pulling him down to sit next to you as he lets out a nervous breath through his smile, the flustered expression not going unnoticed by your parents who share a knowing look with each other, staying quiet to the matter. The rest of the night goes smoothly, your parents cooking the eel as they make small conversation about the village, your baby brother napping in your arms as you talk with your sister and occasionally share a few words and smiles with Neteyam…

The only one who looked unhappy was Aonung with the seemingly permanent annoyed look he bared on his face, though you suspected he was never happy and didn’t give him much importance in the time being. Though while the night felt soothing to you, Neteyam felt as if though he’d already had four heart attacks. The entire dinner he’d been anxiously waiting for the conversation to be had with your parents, about whether or not they approved of him.

He waited as patiently as he could for your parents to start the conversation on the matter, for them to voice their concerns if they had any, if they bestowed their blessing on the two of you becoming mates, make sure that you’d be taken care of properly, anything, but it never came. So as the end of the meal neared, he assumed that your parents simply trusted him enough that they felt as though nothing needed to be said on the matter.

“Ah.” You open your mouth in a way to encourage the baby in your lap to follow suit and open his own mouth, placing a small piece of meat in and smiling as he chews. Neteyam eyes you feeding your brother, a soft smile on his face at the sight of how you treat babies, unable to stop himself from thinking about how you would treat your own baby. Thoughts of him coming to your shared marui only to see his beautiful mate carrying his baby, your baby in your arms floods his mind, a warm feeling settling in his chest.

While you bring another piece of meat to your brother’s mouth, you remain sat unaware of how Neteyam’s, without much thought, tail slowly slides to the side behind you and reaches for your own, gently wrapping around it as best as he could. A gasp almost instantly leaves your mouth, accidentally dropping the meat in surprise with your eyes widening. The sound of the baby on your lap letting out a huff followed by crying snaps you out of your shock with your eyes opening even wider.

“Oh, I’m so sorry tìyawn.” You apologize as you pick up the meat from your lap, readjusting his back to your stomach and trying to feed it to him again only for him to sloppily grab it and throw it away, your parents now having their full attention on you yet unable to find the cause of the disturbance. “Come, give him to me.” Your mother indicates, stopping your actions of lightly bouncing the baby on your leg while patting his back.

You hand him over to your mother and watch how she almost instantly gets him to stop crying while you push the slight insecurity away by remembering how she’s already had another three kids to practice with, of course she would’ve mastered it already. The sudden absence of the tail that was previously wrapped around yours has you thinking back to the recent incident while Neteyam’s stuck feeling somewhat embarrassed of the mess, not having meant to surprise you so much.

You think back to how his tail wrapped around yours and feel yourself getting flustered, not knowing what to think of the action. Metkayina didn’t wrap their tails with each other, in fact, you didn’t wrap them around anything, your tails not being thin enough to offer the flexibility to do so, but for some reason, despite not being familiar with said action and not knowing what it meant, it felt… intimate.

Your father clears his throat and breaks you out of your overanalyzing thoughts, making you look at him. “It’s gotten quite late, it would be best to leave.” He suggests to which Neteyam’s ear perk up to attention. “Yes.” He quickly agrees and stands, and while the action makes you think that he feels as though he overstayed his welcome, in reality, he’s quite eager for what’s to follow. “Sleep well.” You say to him.

His face contorts in confusion as he takes in the sight of your innocent eyes looking at him, remaining sat. “Is something wrong?” Your sister questions before you can, all eyes suddenly on him and his confused expression as he wonders what’s happening. Why weren’t you standing to leave with him? Why did your parents seem oblivious to what was happening? Why did everybody seem oblivious to it?

You should all know what follows next, having finished the meal from the catch that he’d brought for you, the only thing that was left to do was for you to leave with him to somewhere more private so you could mate with each other. Had you changed your mind after accepting his catch? Had he somehow overstepped when he wrapped his tail around yours? “Neteyam? What’s wrong?” You ask with genuine concern, confusing him even more.

“… Nothing- I…” He pauses. What was he supposed to say? Where would he even start? “Rest well.” He returns your words before leaving, you and your family sharing a look that lets each other know that no one understood what happened either. The walk to his family’s marui feels like a blur, hundreds of thoughts and questions unanswered in his head which feels as if though it's just about ready to start spinning in confusion.

“Neteyam, what is wrong?” He hears the concerning voice of his mother ask, realizing that he hasn't just reached his family's marui, but is now pacing in their pod, all eyes on him once again. “’I… I do not know.” He manages to get the words out of his mouth, his legs still pacing him around. “How can you not know?” Lo’ak asks while his pacing brother starts breathing faster. “Boy.” Jake almost shouts, finally managing to get him to stop pacing and look at his family.

“What’s going on?” He adds. “I… I show up to Y/N’s marui, I gift her a huge eel- bigger than me, she accepts it, I have dinner with her family… and they don’t say anything!” He explains with frustration, taking his family by surprise, seeing the usually calm and collected eldest starting to lose it. “It took me three days to find the right catch, and- and when I get up to leave, she doesn’t come with me and acts like she doesn’t know what’s happening.” He rushes the words out, breathing heavily by the time they’re out.

“Neteyam…” Neytiri speaks his name yet stares at the ground as if pondering about something, wondering where she should start to explain to her son what happened. “Sit.” She ushers him closer with a soft voice. After hesitating for a few seconds, he steps closer and kneels in front of her, watching as her mouth opens and closes a few times as if searching for the right words before answering the question he’s so desperately been searching an answer to.

“These are reef na’vi, different na’vi court in other ways.” She explains, the slow widening of his eyes showing the realization dawning on him. “… What?” He asks somewhat in disbelief. “You skxawng.” He hears Kiri insult him, making him shoot his head back at her. “You knew?” He asks, the tone in his voice showing how offended he feels that she didn’t tell him beforehand. “I didn’t know you were courting her!” She defends. “Neteyam is old enough to choose a woman.” Their mother interjects.

“Then what do I do?” He quickly redirects his gaze back at her. “I do not know.” She rushes out as if it were obvious she doesn’t know how metkayina court. “But you told me-” “I have told you everything that I know.” She interrupts her son who quickly looks at his other parent for answers. “Don’t look at me.” He raises his hands in defense, his eldest son continuing to look at his other family members for answers only to no avail, letting him know that if he wants to know how to court you; a metkayina, he’ll have to ask another metkayina.

Bitter Work: Spin-Off.

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Yandere! Eijirou Kirishima x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Non-Con, yandere themes, mentioned kidnapping, sexual themes, smut, penetrative sex, somnophilia, exhibitionism.

Summary: Request:

Hey do you think you can write about kirishima and his darling from bitter work? I’m curious about them

W/C: 800+

A/N: Made this a self-insert for readers despite it being a spin-off.

You keep your hand over your mouth to continue to suppress your noises. This wasn’t the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, you weren’t even sure what to feel anymore. Ever since the first time Kirishima forced himself on you, you would always freeze stiff in fear, he kidnapped you and ranks quite high within the pro heroes, you didn’t know what he was capable of, so you simply settled for not doing anything.

Your silence and lack of movement convinced him that you were simply shy in sexual situations, as well as nearly everything else given how little you spoke. The first few times, your mind was too filled with fear and anger at feeling so vulnerable and unable to do anything, because in truth, what could you do? The fear occupied your mind enough to keep you from feeling anything, but as time progressed and he continued to have the same sexual activities with you, you slowly started to grow accustomed to them.

After a while, there was always some reassurance that he never hurt you with anything other than penetration, never hit you, grabbed onto you too hard or verbally abused you. As the fear of your pain increasing dissipated, you were left with nothing to distract you from his movements against your body as well as being unable to deny yourself that he knew what he was doing, he knew exactly how to treat your body to give you immense pleasure. Pleasure that you didn’t want.

A tear manages to leak through your squeezed-shut eyes as you remain on your side, facing toward the blank tv with Kirishima behind you, spooning you with an arm over your waist to keep you against him while thrusting into you at a steady pace on the living room couch. Your eyes roll to the back of your head with your lips parting to let out a muted moan at the next orgasm he forces out of you, your body finding undeniable pleasure in him.

Following your release, you hear the familiar groan coming from behind you before feeling your insides quickly flood in his thick cum as his body relaxes against your trembling frame. You feel him smile as he traces kisses along your shoulder up the side of your neck with your eyes squeezing tighter. “You serious? I sleep on that couch.” You hear another thick voice speak, having your eyes widen.

“Sorry Bakugou, we didn’t make it to the bed.” Your kidnapper apologizes without looking at him or even growing concerned enough to cover your naked body, continuing to smile against your skin instead. Bakugou grunts in return and leaves to his room upstairs, wanting to rest after his hero work, ignoring the look of terror in your eyes.

~.~

“I’ll be home soon, okay?” Kirishima assures, cupping your face in his hands while you stare down with slightly wide eyes, always stuck in between your fight or flight instinct whenever he touched you. He moves to press a kiss to your lips to which you subconsciously move back from where you’re standing with him at the doorway. “Aw, there’s no need to be shy.” He looks at you lovingly, obvious to your true feelings.

“They’re not shy, dumbass.” Bakugou says from his spot on the same couch you fucked in earlier without taking his eyes off from his phone, being aware of Kirishima's delusional personality. “What are you talking about?” Kirishima innocently asks after a questioning hum. “Just go to work!” He nearly shouts, still refusing to remove his eyes from the screen. “I love you.” Kirishima’s lips successfully capture yours in his, saying his last goodbye’s before finally leaving for his night shift.

You slowly turn to look through your peripherals and see Bakugou staring longingly at the picture of someone you don’t recognize. The almost sad look on his face quickly disappears with him looking over at you with a scowl, making you quickly look back down and rush up the stairs to your ‘room’.

~.~

After hours of trying to fall asleep, you finally feel your eyes starting to give up on you, feeling half asleep how your body is succumbing to exhaustion despite the fear of your captor’s roommate. You miss the sound of the door opening followed by the quiet footsteps towards the large bed where you lay, a few silent thumps of clothes falling on the floor before the feeling of the space behind you dipping completely wakes you.

A pair of soft lips press behind your ear in a kiss with a familiar set of razor sharp teeth gently biting after, a tongue running over the skin while you take notice of the grinding of the stiff length between your ass cheeks, the tip managing to slip under your shirt to drip its precum on your lower back, warning you of a long night.

Headcanons for ayato aishi slowly falling for his ex best friend reader whos now acts like they doesnt know him and avoid them because they knew their true self and tried to kill them in the past

Thank you for being my first request 😊, I hope you enjoy.

can we get more Yandere simulator 1980s student council bois with fem reader??

I'm planning on making a second part to student council secrets where they find out the reader's been screwing all the others, but I don't know when it'd be ready 😅

you write for bnha, obey me, AND yandere simulator?? those are literally my top three fandoms i literally love you 😊🤗 ur getting a new follower immediately!! :))

Thank you! ☺️😊💙

Hi I know it’s been awhile since you wrote bitter work but I really like it (I reread it like every week 😅) and I was wondering if there will ever be a part 2? Or if there won’t be another part then what do you imagine happening with reader and bakugo?

I AM SO SORRY! I COULD’VE SWORN I ANSWERED YOU BUT THIS IS STILL HERE 😱

Anyway, I have a few ideas of what I’d like to have on a part 2 but it’s not enough, so I don’t want to force it out. As of now, I don’t plan on making a part 2 but maybe I’ll change my mind 😅

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Yandere! Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, sexual themes, smut, semi non-con touching, male masturbation; hand job.

Summary: Request:

Are you accepting requests? If you do, can I request a Yandere! Satoru Gojo (or Yandere! Nanami Kento, you choose) pretending to be a gynecologist just to be able touch intimately his darling? I'm sorry for my English, it isn't my fist language. Have a nice day :)

W/C: 2.8k+

A/N: If Gojo seems a bit OOC (Out Of Character) in the way he talks, he purposefully decided to talk a little more 'professional' for the given situation.

You continue to wait at your seat in the waiting hall, hoping that your name finally gets called, a plead that gets answered quickly by the sound of your name filling your ears. “Yes?” You ask as you stand. “You may wait in Dr. Nanami’s office now.” The person who called your name indicates, leading you to the office and opening the door. “What do you mean ‘wait’? Is Dr. Nanami-” “He’ll be here soon.” The door is shut behind you, having you wondering why most of the staff was always quite rude.

You move to sit in the chair in front of the familiar desk where surely enough, Nanami isn’t sitting, having you wondering of his whereabouts, and as the minutes pass, well after your scheduled appointment, you question what’s going on. Nanami’s never been late with an appointment, and now you were passed to his office while he’s gone, something else that has never happened, he’s always had you wait until the exact time.

The door behind you nearly bursts open, making you jump and look behind you to see an unfamiliar man in a white coat with matching white hair and oddly enough with sunglasses resting on his nose. “Good evening miss L/N, I’m very sorry but it seems like Kento won’t be able to make it.” The man closes the door behind him. “Who are you?” You ask as he walks over to the other side of Nanami’s desk.

“Dr. Satoru Gojo, though you can just call me Satoru,” He removes his sunglasses, showing his pristine white lashes and his alluring neon blue sapphire eyes, having your eyes widening at the sight and cheeks nearly burning. “You see, I like to feel comfortable with my patients. Miss L/N, are you alright?” He asks with an almost playful smirk at how you stare at him. “Yes, sorry.” You apologize after letting out a small cough against your closed hand, attempting to break the awkward moment.

“Kento had some personal problems and had to leave but didn’t want to cancel your appointment, so he sent me instead, sorry for the wait.” He apologizes with an almost giddy smile. “I was informed that you’re here for a breast ultrasound and pap smear for a check up, right?” He pulls out a neatly folded hospital gown from a bin behind him. “Yes.” You respond. “Here, you can go to the bathroom.” He hands you the gown, briefly pointing to the bathroom to your right.

“Oh, and miss L/N?” He calls before you walk in the bathroom, looking back to him. “Make sure you take off your underwear…” He reminds in a nearly seductive manner. You make a small grimace at the uncomfortable situation before entering the bathroom and closing the door behind you, your body betraying you and lightly clenching your thighs, and while you undress yourself, multiple questions run through your head.

Why hadn’t Nanami informed you that someone would be replacing him? You thought he was more professional than this. What happened that had led to him having to call in someone else? Once you finish changing to the gown, you set your clothes and other belongings on the small counter by the sink before exiting the bathroom. “Are you ready?” He waits for you next to the examination table to which you quietly respond in affirmation.

You take a seat on the crinkly paper with the help of the small step up stool, your feet dangling while he pushes off your shoulders the crossed front of the top of the gown, exposing your breasts to him. As you raise your arms to place your hands behind your head, being familiar with the procedure, you miss the way your alleged doctor stares at your breasts, unaware of how quickly his pants tighten and how close he is to wetting them, your legs blocking the view.

As soon as his bare hands come into contact with your breast, you notice something off in his start. “Aren’t you supposed to start at the underarm?” You look at him. “Hmm?” He hums, seeming to have been snapped out of some sort of daze. “Right here.” You point at the junction where your underarm and chest meet. “… Oh! I’m sorry, you see; I didn’t get much of a good night’s rest.” He apologizes, excusing himself while you lift your arm again.

You calmly stare at the wall ahead while feeling the fingers gently running from your underarm to the start of your breast as your nipples harden from the cold air in the room, the sight having him swallowing thickly. The pads of his fingertips continue to travel across the expanse of the soft skin, touching and feeling every inch and finally reaching your nipple.

His thumb slowly circles around the peak, grazing it with the side of his finger while tracing the areola, feeling his skin starting to prickle in sweat at having to restrain himself. Once he’s done, he finally brings himself to lightly press on top of the nipple, the action making him bite down painfully hard at his lip in attempt to continue to hold himself back, his jaw lightly quivering as he suppresses the moan that so desperately wants to escape his throat…

Wanting nothing more than to than to grope, pull and yank at the soft tissue, squeeze it in his large hands until the fat seeps between his fingers. “Is there something wrong?” Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts, having him clearing his throat before answering. “No, I’ll just check the other one now.” He responds, reaching for your other breast and performing the same slow procedure until he’s done, turning away briefly.

“This might feel cold.” He warns, squeezing the thin bottle in his hand until the thick transparent liquid lands in the palm of his hand. “I know.” You reply and lay back on the reclined examination table before he applies the cold gel on your tit, seeing small goosebumps forming on the skin. After smearing the gel on your breast, he grabs the ultrasound transducer and presses it against the globe, making sure to spread it thoroughly this time.

While you look at the screen to your right, you once again miss the way he stares at your chest, spreading the substance that resembles his cum an awful lot. The sight makes it easy for him to get a detailed image of what your tits would look like painted in his cum, the thick semen trailing down your perked nipples and slipping between the valley. What would you have finished doing? Were you jerking him off with your smaller hands? Maybe one of them cupping his plump balls…

Or were you blowing him? Keeping him warm in your mouth with your nose reaching his lower stomach, nestling in the softly trimmed hair. Or were you letting him fuck your tight little throa- “What’s that?” You stare at the black screen with blurry white lines along it. “Nothing to worry about.” He assures after quickly composing himself after what feels like the hundredth time.

The rest of the ultrasound is spent with you missing your other doctor, the one who always explained every detail thoroughly and actually made you feel confident in your health, as opposed to the one standing before you who’s awfully quiet. “Well,” His voice pulls your attention to him. “Everything seems to be fine, I’ll just clean you up now.” He sets away the transducer.

Before you can interject, he’s already grabbing tissues and cleaning the smudged mess, wiping the gel with ease and in a manner that could almost seem… loving. After all, it was his chance at showing you how good he’d be with cleaning you up after your activities. While he finishes cleaning you, you awkwardly look away, not knowing what to say and instead choosing to stay quiet as you bashfully look away.

After a few tissues are thrown in the trash bin, he crouches down to reach the stirrups and readies them to a proper height as he feels himself growing more excited by the second, if possible, while the height of the table conveniently covers the way his pants are forced to tightly restrain his erection. “Now that we’re all set, let me help you.” He says in a low almost seductive tone, the situation alone making it hard for you to breathe.

He gently settles the heels of your feet on the stirrups one at a time, your gown barely covering your cunt while you wonder why you’re feeling so nervous. You never felt nervous with Nanami, he never once made you feel uncomfortable and always kept everything strictly professional, so despite having an attractive man looking at your lower region, it was easy to get used to the situation, but with Satoru…

You suddenly feel awfully nervous and a bit self conscious at having someone like him seeing your private parts, every last ounce of your calm and collected attitude having left when he insisted on cleaning your breasts. He slips a pair of gloves on with ease and swiftly moves over to reach for the speculum and is quick to work, dropping down his knees and deciding to briefly tease himself by slowly moving the bottom of your gown away, bunching it around your waist.

Warmth instantly spreads through your cheeks at being exposed to him with the angle of your body leaving you unable to see him. He stares at your bare cunt for a moment, taking in the sight with wide eyes and blushing cheeks, feeling the embarrassingly large amounts of precum leaking his swollen tip soaking his underwear. After a small moment of silence, you finally feel the smooth cool metal come in contact with your labia.

You let out a quiet nervous breath as you slightly fiddle with your hands that rest over your stomach, unaware of what your doctor’s really doing. As he slowly inserts the end of the speculum, his nose hovers mere inches away from your sex, inhaling and taking in the smell with cheeks burning red and tongue peeking out from his mouth. He pleads in his head, begs just to get a taste from you, he’s just a flick from his tongue away, just- please.

Nearly close to tears from frustration, his free hand shakily reaches for his pants and quietly unbuttons them followed by a muted pull from his zipper with your insides still slowly engulfing the metal object, careful not to hurt you. His hand slips in the opening of his pants and pulls out his heavy length, aching for any sort of stimulation with the dripping head thick and swollen the same way as his balls which he pulls out to rest over the zipper.

With a single tug of his hand from the start of his dick to the base, he reaches his orgasms and cums with his eyes instinctively widening in surprise and letting out a cough to cover up for his actions with his other hand leaving you to cover his mouth. “Are you okay?” You quickly ask, raising your head but still unable to see him. Another cough leaves him in attempt to block the loud groan that desperately wants to escape while endless streams of cum shoot from his tip with his eyes squeezed shut.

With the first spurt having landed on the table, he aims himself to the floor to spill his load on the white tiles, dick twitching in his tight grip and balls feeling unbelievably tight. You remain quiet until he regains himself from what you can only assume is a coughing fit and unknowingly let him finish releasing all over the floor, creating a rather large puddle. His hand leaves his mouth and goes to his balls to lightly fondle them and help bring him down from his high as his length softens, slowly falling to his balls.

“Dr. Gojo?” You ask after clearing your throat, slowly sitting up with a creak of the table to which he immediately shoots up to his knees to keep you from looking any further. “Yes?!” He quickly rushes out his mouth with wide eyes, looking similar to a toddler having been caught doing something bad. “… Are you… alright?” You repeat yourself with uncertainty. “Oh, yes, I’m fine, I just swallowed the wrong way.” He nervously excuses with burning cheeks and a flustered expression.

“I’m sorry about that, I’ll just continue now.” He ducks back down. You lay back on the table and feel the end of the speculum finally kissing your cervix with him enjoying the view for a small moment of the small stretch that it gives you, wondering if that’s how you’d look like with his fingers inside you. As his soft cock rests outside his pants, he focuses in moving the speculum to spread your walls open and receive a view of the inside of them.

He immediately associates the image with the way your insides would look upon being impaled by him, though the stretch would be far wider and unfortunately, if he stretches you wider, you’ll grow suspicious given that the size of the brush isn’t that big. He stops expanding your walls and carefully inserts the brush while your cheeks start burning at similar dirty thoughts running through your mind and soon enough; with your body betraying you.

Panic washes over you once you feel the familiar leakage in your lower region and you pray for it to be over soon, the sensation of the brush swabbing the deepest part inside you filling you with relief. After pulling the brush out, he stares at it and examines it in great detail with a piercing gaze, looking at your essence smeared on it, cock twitching in response. Without thinking, he softly parts his lips and peeks his tongue out as he brings the brush closer, ready to get his taste of you that he’s been craving for so long.

“Are you done?” Your quiet voice still makes it to his ears, desperate to clothe yourself again. “Yes, just a moment.” He replies, disappointed in your interruption and instead slathering your juices in a small container beside him, placing the lid after and closing it. The speculum returns to its original state and is pulled out of you with a thin coat of your liquids followed by him shoving his spent member in his pants and buttoning them.

He casually stands, sets everything aside on a small table and helps you bring your feet down before moving his hands to your arms. “Let me help you.” He insists with a smile, aiding you to stand on your feet and directing you to the bathroom to get dressed, all the while standing between you and the puddle of his cum. As soon as the door’s shut, he quickly scampers to clean his mess, just now noticing the size of the puddle…

Thinking to himself how he hadn’t cummed that much since the day he first got hands on a pair of your underwear. He throws the last dirtied tissue away and contemplates about continuing what was interrupted from him but is instead met with the noise of the bathroom door clicking, making him look over to your once again clothed body. “When will you have the results?” You question after an awkward cough.

“Kento has a pretty busy schedule, so I’ll just call you to let you know.” He explains and you thank him for… the most uncomfortable appointment you’ve had, though of course you don’t say that part. “No, thank you.” He ominously thanks, placing a hand on your shoulder and leading you to the door while saying his goodbyes. He opens the door for you and once he does, a familiar figure is standing in the way.

“Dr. Nanami, you’re here.” You point out while he stands in front of you with a hand out as if he was about to open the door. “I- yes. What’s happening here?” He questions, staring at Gojo. “Dr. Gojo said you sent him because you had to leave.” You point at the white haired man. “I see.” Nanami’s fists clench, continuing to stare at the other man rather harshly. “Glad… to see you could make it.” You try to break the tension. “So, you’re finished here?” He asks without breaking his stare.

“Yes, Gojo did my pap smear and… my breast ultrasound.” Your voice quiets down at the dangerous tension you feel, for some reason feeling that you should run away. “Just like you said, right?” You add, wondering why your hands are trembling. “…” Nanami stays quiet with Gojo smiling as if he did nothing wrong. “Dr… Nanami?” You meekly asks, the scared tone in your voice finally getting him to look at you, the angry look on his face disappearing.

“Yes.” He finally responds, removing Gojo’s hand to replace it with his own. “Now please leave, I have to have a talk with Gojo about your routinely check up.” He lies with ease, leading your almost shaking frame away. You’d never seen him angry, and certainly not to that level. “Is… everything okay?” You turn to look at him again. “Yes, there’s no need to worry, you may leave now.” He assures you, seeing you rush away and facing Gojo again who simply looks at him with a smirk and a cocky expression.