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Paperwork has never been more tiring when it’s the end of the semester. Being one of the teachers at Jujutsu High had some perks, considering you didn’t have a class for yourself. You were just a history teacher to the first and second years. Gojo Satoru was the head teacher for the first years, and this task was his to do, but being one of the more famed teachers, he thought that he was too good for boring old paperwork. Maybe he didn’t. But still.

“I need to go to an event next week, so since you don’t have things to do, I’ll leave the grading to you.” He spoke.

“For one, that is illegal, number two, you are not doing this to me again. You’re leaving on Monday; you have three days to finish doing YOUR job.”

“I’ll tell the higherups you fabricated the grades.”

“… I expect a payment for this Satoru.”

“Yeah yeah, thank you again.” And with that he left you there with a fresh new stack of papers to look over.

If he didn’t repay you for this, he was going to die by your hands.

On a Friday night you were stuck at school with the sun already down.

The only good thing was that there weren’t many students in your class. It was a private high school, students got in with a scholarship or with money. Which in turn made your last-minute job a little easier. But just by a hair.

If Gojo was an earnest teacher, the paperwork wouldn’t have been this grueling. But he was a slack off just like you, which in turn made no sense how he was the best at his job. But you had no time to think over how Gojo was an ass, you barely finished half the papers and your eyes were already dropping so fast you decided to leave the paperwork for the next day. You had the week off, which you wanted to spend it on something worth your time, but oh well.

Not just that, you also needed to hold the parent teacher conference instead of Gojo. Really, any teacher was a better option than you. Utahime, Mei Mei… Nevermind, now you understand why Gojo left you with the responsibilities.

At least you’ll have time to prepare for the parents on Monday…

~~

You made a note to wake up earlier than usual to actually make yourself look decent. Jujutsu High was a private school, so you needed to look your best. The students didn’t care, but parents were a different story.  One two many times did some pretentious parent comment on your looks and appearance when you looked like you haven’t showered in weeks. Not this time, and not at a parent teacher conference.

But today, you had a good feeling. You woke up refreshed and actually felt rested. Your morning coffee was better than it usually is, and you actually had time to have breakfast.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as you expected.

~~

“Hello and welcome, thank you for coming today. If you were wondering why Gojo Satoru isn’t present, he had an urgent meeting out of town so he entrusted me with your students. If some parents don’t know me, I am (Y\N) (L\N), the first- and second-years history teacher. Now that that’s out of the way we can start with-”

“I didn’t come here to listen to a woman speak.”

That statement made you stop. And for a moment you were taken aback. It sounded like it wasn’t meant to be said to you, but the person said it loud enough, which made you think it was intended for you to hear. Some parents spared a glance, along with you that pulled your eyes away from the papers you prepared. You weren’t taken aback by the comment, more by the sheer confidence it was said with. Most people kept that kind of disgusting commentary to themselves, not outright say them, especially not at a parent teacher conference.

It wasn’t hard to find who that shithead is, seeing as other parents looked away, or were looking at him. You were sorry to whoever this guy’ parent was.

And for a moment, you were shocked to see Megumi sitting beside him with his head in his hands. Not only that, the mystery douchebag was drop dead gorgeous. Too bad he had to run his disgusting mouth.

This was Megumi’s guardian? What a contrast. The sweet quiet Megumi that was the best in your class. Polite and gifted child, to have such trash for a parent was unimaginable. Seeing him so embarrassed and done with this guy’s shit was a little sad to watch. You’ll make sure to talk to him after this meeting ends.

The silence throughout the classroom was getting sickening and you needed to pull back the main topic.

“You can always plug your ears, or better yet, the door is there.” You made eye contact with him, your hand stretching out to point out the obvious door in the room.

That came out harsher than expected, but you could really care less. Doesn’t matter if he was a parent, like hell you were going to just sit there and take that sexist comment he threw your way.

The moment you said that, he started getting up but was quickly pulled down in his seat by Megumi, who was, like you, also irritated by this guy’s actions.

“Just, please sit down and shut up…”

“Tch.”

The conversation was done in a whisper, but since nobody dared to talk during the heavy tension in the air, you could hear everything. Poor Megumi.

“Now then, let’s continue with more important things on the matter.”

~~

“That will be all for today. Thank you for your time and patience. Please come over to my desk before you leave to pick up your report cards.”

Parents and students slowly started getting up, taking their things and going directly to you.

“Hello Itadori! And hello to you too Mr. Wasuka! Thank you for coming today, I hope I wasn’t too much of a bore.” You directed a smile to Itadori while extending your hand to give a firm shake to his granpa. You have met him prior to this meeting, one time when you were on a field trip with the class where Itadori just had to fall into the giraffe cage at the zoo where you needed to call his granpa. A very sweet man, you can see where Itadori got it from. Though, it was always sad when you thought about his parents. His granpa was amazing, but you guessed that it was still hard for Itadori. At least he was in safe hands.

“It was nice having you as the teacher in charge, Gojo Satoru usually just talks nonstop during these things, it’s such a pain. And it’s not like he talks about important stuff.” Itadori’s granpa says with a huff.

You laughed.

“I know right? Coffee breaks with him tire me more than classes themselves.”

Itadori laughed at this.

You exchanged a few more words with Itadori and his granpa, they were one of the last people that were in the room so it was no bother.

But when Itadori turned around to spare a few words with Megumi, you realized that the worst one was yet to come.

The moment Itadori and Mr.Wasuka left, the silence from the begging settled back in.

You, Megumi and his parent were the only ones left in the classroom.

As your eyes looked over the douchebag that was standing beside Megumi, his eyes boring holes into your very being, you intentionally let out a long, drawn out sigh. Just so he knew what ground you stood on. That earned you a scowl.

“Hello Megumi dear. How are you.” You knew your temper well, and your foul mouth, so you tried to direct your full attention to Megumi, in hopes of not making another scene. The first one was more than enough.

“Um… Could be better honestly.”

He averted his gaze in the opposite direction of the man standing beside him. When he looked back at you, you gave him a knowing look, helping him understand that you know what position he is in.

“Yeah, being stuck with a parent like that is really something…”

“I’m not his parent.” a rough voice was heard. It was the sexist again, trying to avert the attention to him.

Again, you just looked at him and stared with a blank face.

The moment you heard that this man wasn’t Megumi’s actual father, all the filters in your mouth were turned off. This was going to be a much easier conversation now.

“Oh thank god Megumi, for a second I thought how could such a sweet boy be raised by such a pig.”

At that Megumi laugher a little. The man beside him again started to protest but was cut off.

“Well at least that, but I’m still related to him. He’s my uncle. My father couldn’t make it today. I told this to Gojo sensei, but I can see he hasn’t informed you.”

God damn it Gojo, at least he could have warned you. You wouldn’t have been so taken aback.

“Ah good to hear that, I hope your father isn’t similar to your uncle at least.”

“I have a fucking name.”

The anger was dripping from this man, and you haven’t seen a better sight. He was starting to get furious with the way both you and Megumi were ignoring him. But at least, maybe, you would try and spare a few sentences with him. He was sort of there to talk to you.

Your cheery demeanor changed to one of pure boredom as you averted your eyes and attention to him. You just kept quiet as you looked at him, waiting for him to introduce himself. And now that you had a better look at him, you cursed yourself again. For an atrocious personality, he really had to be that good looking. His hair a light green color, with dark tips at the end. His one ear adored 3 or 4 piercings and honestly, the winged eyeliner was a beautiful match for his eye shape. You didn’t have time now, but you were really going to beat yourself up over even acknowledging his attractiveness. Such beauty wasted.

A smile graced his face, a smile of sheer arrogance. Like a spoiled child getting the spotlight on him.

“Naoya Zenin, and can I say-”

“No. Now Megumi, not to keep you here any longer, here is your report card. Flawless grades as always. Keep up the good wo-”

A sudden slam on the desk made you stop mid-sentence. The cutting off was getting more frequent as time went on. The tension alone was growing to unmanageable proportions. If you continued this any further, it might get ugly. Naoya, as he introduced himself, was nearing the edge of his patience with you. And that brought a smile to your face.

“Not only did I have to come to this shit hole, I had to also listen to a woman with no fucking manners speak. Maybe if you learned where your place is, you wouldn’t have this dead-beat job as a teacher. Serving a man is more your profession. I can’t believe who they hire here…”

“Naoya, please calm down this isn’t the time…” Megumi tried to calm his uncle down from his temper tantrum.

“Look, I really don’t have time to listen to a spoiled child talk. You are not Megumi’s dad, so I could really care less what you have to say.”

“No wonder you don’t have a boyfriend.” Even if he didn't know this information, he was correct. 

“And I’m guessing with your primitive views, you get all the girls don’t you.” You shot back with sarcasm dripping from your tongue. Not only was Naoya’s temper getting the best of him, but the same was happening to you.

“At least I get some unlike you.” He said with a snarl.

“Imaginary friends don’t count.”

To Megumi, this looked like two children fighting. He knew you had moments where you acted childish, but this was maybe the worst one. And he already knew Naoya was an asshole to begin with, to think you would decide to match his energy baffled him.

“(Y\N) sensei, I think we’re going to leave. C’mon Naoya, this is too much even for you.”

“Too much!? I need to teach this woman where her fucking place is!” Naoya said to Megumi, his stance matching his energy. Pissed off.

The moment Megumi spoke, you left your trance that you let Naoya put you in. You looked at Megumi with a guilty expression. You hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable, but you agreed that this has gotten out of hand.

“I’m sorry Megumi you had to witness this. Please take care, and I will see you tomorrow in class.”

“I don’t blame you; he is like that. Sorry I had to bring him over. I didn’t think it would be this bad. If I knew you were replacing Gojo sensei, I would’ve come alone.”

“No worries, now you know for next time.”

While you and Megumi were exchanging your goodbyes, you could just feel the immense pressure radiating off of Naoya. His eyes bore holes in you and you could sense that he wanted to continue this petty fight, but a pull on his sleeve from Megumi made him direct his angered gaze to the dark haired boy. With a tug, he pulled away from Megumi’s hold. And before he left, he gave you one last dirty look over, and stormed out of the room. Again, Megumi gave you an apologetic glance, turning around and going after Naoya.

The room was silent again. This time without the heavy tension. And that was enough for you to let out a heavy breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Thinking back to how you said that today wasn’t going to be so bad, you laughed.

Your first parent teacher conference was the first and last time you were going to be doing it. And all because of a sexist pig. You wondered if Gojo’s payment would be enough for you to forgive him for putting you in this rough spot.

Well, at least you’ll never see that bastard of a man again. Naoya Zenin, what fucking scum.

~~

“Wow, that was rough Megumi, damn.” Itadori said as he was turned in his seat as to face Megumi.

Megumi had his head resting on his folded arms on the desk. Barely even responding to the cheerful boy.

“My father barely kicked him out at 2 in the morning. He just kept on talking about (Y\N) sensei. From the moment we left the school…” Megumi let out in a tired tone.

“What are you guys talking about?” Nobara came to stand beside Itadori’s desk, putting down her designer bag and situating herself in her seat, trying to lean into the conversation Megumi and Itadori were having.

Before Megumi could say anything, his head still laying on his desk, Itadori chipped in.

“Megumi’s uncle and (Y\N) fought yesterday at the parent teacher conference.”

“Yeah, I know, he made that disgusting comment about how he couldn’t listen to a woman speak. God if I didn’t bash his skull in then and there…” Nobara drawled out, her mood slightly changing to one of hate.

“Oh, yeah, but even after the meeting ended, they stayed and continued to bash each other.”

“What? Really!?” Nobara started to laugh hysterically, trying to imagine how the situation went over, imagining her history teacher digging up a grave and shoving Megumi’s uncle into it.

Another groun was heard from Megumi. Maybe it would have been funny, if he wasn’t so embarrassed that it was his uncle that caused the scene.

“Yeah yeah! Even after Megumi had to pull his uncle out of the room, he went to his house and just kept bashing (Y\N) sensei till 2 am until Megumi’s dad had to literally throw him out.”

At that Nobara’s laugh got louder as Itadori started to belch out laughs with her. You didn’t think it was possible, but Megumi slouched even more in his seat, just wanting to forget yesterday ever happened.

Nobara and Itadori calmed down, as Nobara chipped in.

“Man, if he wasn’t such a sexist pig, I would’ve thought he was crushing on her. Too bad, your uncle is hot too.”

To think Megumi could let out such a loud groan of discomfort than he already did.

“Please don’t call my uncle hot…” Megumi said in a whisper. His hands went up into his hair, trying in a way to pull it out.

Before Itadori or Nobara could let out their opinions, their teacher entered the classroom, which in turn, ended the current topic of discussion, much to Megumi’s relief.

For the rest of the day, no one mentioned the topic of last night, which in turn made Megumi forget for a moment it even happened, until he saw Naoya standing outside his school leaning on his car. Judging by the suit he was wearing, he just got off work. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was why he was there.

That made Megumi disband from the three-man group with Itadori and Nobara. He didn’t say anything, just started speed walking towards the exit, leaving Nobara and Itadori to wonder what happened, until they saw his uncle at the gates.

Nobara grimaced, Itadori was just confused. But they both decided they didn’t want to come near the man, leaving Megumi to deal with the situation himself.

“Ah, there you are.”

“What are you doing here.” Megumi came to stand in front of Naoya, giving him an irritated look.

“I came to pick you up. Now, where is that lousy woman you call sensei.”

“You didn’t even try to hide why you’re actually here...” Megumi said more to himself than to Naoya as he rubbed his face in annoyance.

“I need to continue the discussion from tomorrow. She needs to know she can’t talk back to a man like that. She’s a disgrace to all the well-behaved women out there.” Naoya said, as he completely ignored Megumi and started to walk past him and into the school, but Megumi stood his ground, moving in front of Naoya to stop him.

“My father doesn’t know about this does he? He wouldn’t let you come in the first place. And you are not going to disturb (Y\N) sensei, yesterday was enough.”

“Enough? I barely scratched the surface. No move.”

Naoya side stepped, going around Megumi as he was still determined  to enter school grounds.

“If you go any further, I’m going to tell granpa that you are disrupting the teachers at my school.”

At that, Naoya stopped. Megumi telling Naobito about the situation from yesterday was a problem in itself. He was the one to inherit his father’s company since Toji just up and left, not wanting to do anything with his side of the family. And if Megumi told Naoya’s father about him fighting with one of the teachers that works in a school that was in association with Naobito’s company… It would cause problems for him and his position.

Megumi knew to hit where it hurt the most, and as he continued to stare at Naoya’s back, waiting to see what he would do next, he let out a sight of relief as Naoya turned to go back to his car.

“I’m not taking you home, by the way.” Naoya said through the opened window by the drivers seat, not even looking at Megumi as he sped off, leaving the boy alone on the sidewalk.

Seeing that his uncle left, Nobara and Itadori went to Megumi’s side, seeing that it was now safe.

“What happened? Why was your uncle at the school?” Itadori asked inquisitively, but with caution in his voice.

“I don’t wanna talk about it…” And for the rest of the walk home, no one dared to bring up the incident again.

At least Megumi got Naoya away. But he didn't count on his uncle being a stubborn man.

~~

The food from your mouth was barely being chewed, but you still continued to shove bite after bite.

“And then he said something like ‘Your profession is serving a man’, can you believe it?”

Utahime looked taken aback, as Shoko just continued to sip her coffee, but still thoroughly following everything you said from the beginning .

It was after school that you had gone out with Utahime, a teacher like you, and the school nurse Shoko. It was sort of a thing to go to lunch after school hours at a nearby restaurant with your most trusted colleagues. Especially today, since you had to tell them what happened at the conference yesterday.

“To think that the heir to the Zenin corp. was that type of a douchebag… And to think that you actually said that to his face…” Drawled out Utahime, as she took a bite out of her own food.

“Ah, so he was raised in a shitty household full of pretentious rich people… Now everything makes sense. I don’t care if he is the heir to a big corporation, he would do everyone a favor if he just stopped breathing.”

At your comment, Shoko let out a laugh. She took a drag of her cigarette before she put it out in an ashtray.

“But damn, does the Zenin family have looks.”

At that you scoffed.

“I am not ready to dismiss his shitty behavior because of his looks.”

“Aren’t you even a little afraid of getting into trouble?”

At that comment, you looked back at Utahime as she held an aura of concern.

“Trouble? What can that bastard do?”

“Well, the Zenin corp is kind of in cooperation with the school…”

At that you stopped piling food in your mouth, finally remembering that you actually needed to swallow. And for a moment, you chocked a little on your food, taking some water to recover.

“Why didn’t I know this…”

“Well, it was in the contract you signed when you started teaching at the school, even when you search up Jujutsu High, the Zenin corp. is like the second link, just below the first one.”

Shoko chimed in; her expression still calm as she continued to sip her too bitter coffee.

Great, you thought. Maybe if you knew this information before, you wouldn’t have behaved the way you did. This was now becoming a slight problem. But you were still unsure.

“But he never mentioned that he could fire me. I think that would have been his second statement the minute I talked back to him.”

“Maybe” Utahime said. “But maybe it’s because he actually doesn’t have that much power unlike his father. He is the next heir sure, but I heard that Naobito Zenin was a cruel man, not even acknowledging his own children much.”

“Daddy’s pet, but without the daddy.” You chuckled.

“Yeah, even his second son, Toji Fushiguro, left the whole family business behind.” Shoko chipped in, bringing her own information to the table that she somehow found.

“Fushiguro? That’s Megumi’s father, right?” You inquired.

“Yeah, he just up and left because he was full of his family’s shit. To be honest, I would be too. Naoya is like that for a reason you know. Their whole family is sort of… primitive.”

You were surprised at hearing all this information from Shoko that you actually wondered where she got it from, but maybe she just did her research. The one you didn’t do. Well, at least you were somewhat lucky that you hadn’t fucked yourself over. This time.

“No wonder Naoya was so disgusting to begin with. Well, no matter, it’s not like I’ll ever talk to him again.”

As you finished your proclamation, you looked back at Shoko and Utahime, who were sitting opposite of you, looking just behind you with a surprised expression on both their faces; Utahime in the middle of a bite, and Shoko in the middle of sipping her coffee. It was like time stopped just for the two of them. And for a second you were confused as to what was happening, until you turned around to look at what got them so shook.

Naoya, fucking Zenin, standing right behind you with a passive face, looking down at you.

“Are you kidding me…” you said in a whisper.

“I’m going to ignore your… comment… on me. We will work on that later. Right now, I just need you to come with me. We need to continue our conversation from yesterday.”

You heard every word he said, but you still stayed in your position, and just like Utahime and Shoko you were frozen in place. Not in fear, but in pure shock at what was happening right now. Naoya Zenin, standing in front of you as you just said you would never see, or even talk to him again. And the three of you just sat there, long enough for Naoya to actually question what was going on.

“Are you deaf you stupid woman? I said come with me.”

Ah, for a second he sounded somewhat sincere, glad to see that was just an act. The irritation was back, and suddenly you had a flash back to yesterday. You moved your gaze away from Naoya, looking back at the two women sitting opposite of you, just to check if you weren’t seeing things. But they looked back at you, the surprise on their expressions still there.

“Is… is this for real?” You asked.

“Well, it’s unlikely for us to have the same hallucination…” Shoko said in a whisper, still trying to regain herself back after the initial shock.

“It’s like you jinxed yourself.” Said Utahime, now fully regaining her composure.

“God, women are so fucking stupid. Can’t none of you act proper for even a second? I’m standing right here, show some respect to a man!”

“You weren’t kidding when you acted out what he said yesterday, to say, it’s even worse in person.” Shoko said, as she was now lighting another cigarette, fully coming back to reality.

At that comment, both you and Utahime chuckled.

Again, the situation continued on as if Naoya wasn’t even there. Which in turn garnered the same reaction as yesterday. Naoya getting pissed off.

“I can see your friends are of the same breed… Disgusting.”

“What do you want Naoya. How did you even find me?”

You asked, wanting to just resolve this and be done with whatever reason he was there in the first place.

“I saw you through the window and since Megumi threw me off today, this was the perfect opportunity for me assess our situation.”

Now you were confused. Megumi threw him off? From what?

“What did Megumi do? And I’m just going to be honest, I don’t care about any ‘situation’ you are referring to. Can you just leave?”

“I… Nevermind Megumi, we have unfinished business from yesterday.”

At that you scoffed as Utahime and Shoko kept quiet, still thoroughly following the whole ordeal.

“That wasn’t ‘business’, that was a petty fight. As I said before, leave. I don’t want anything to do with you. You can take your sexist comments and tell them to yourself in the mirror.”

With that, you turned away from Naoya, and faced Utahime and Shoko, who were still deathly quiet.

The same as yesterday, you felt Naoya’s death glare piercing you from behind. And as much as it made you uncomfortable, you decided you were just going to ignore him, in hopes that he will get annoyed and leave.

And as soon as it came, the tension in the air was gone, and for a second you thought he left, but a breath near you neck threw you off as you quickly moved your head away, to look and see Naoya has slouched down to come face to face with you. And for a second, his piercing eyes held you there for a mere second. And for that second, the thought that he was a sexist, narcissistic asshole was gone, and the only thing you could admire was his sheer beauty.

But then he opened his mouth again.

“You will meet me at my house on Saturday at 8 pm sharp.”

You started to protest. It’s not like you were ever going to abide by this guy. And you especially didn’t want to ‘meet up’ with him anywhere. But before you could say anything, he stopped you.

“Deny, or don’t come, you can say goodbye to your job.”

At that, you closed your mouth, holding in every insult you thought up on the spot. Was he really threatening you so he could go out with you? And it’s not like you were going to hang out, he was going to be talking about your ‘bad behavior’ as a woman and how you should serve a man. And now, he got you trapped. As much as you wanted to punch his lights out, you finally got a stable job you’ve been looking for for a while now. It paid well, and you actually enjoyed your work. Seeing all your students and hanging out with you colleagues… And to see it all crumble before you… It was painful just to imagine.

It took you a second or two to think things over. But there was really only one option. And as much as you hated it, you will survive just one night with this douchebag.

“I’m not going to your house.”

“Very well.”

He slowly pulled his body up, but your eyes still never left his form. The sudden change in his behavior and his demeaner made you stay on your toes in case he pulled another trick.

But he only pulled out a pen from his suit pocket and a piece of paper from a notebook. He quickly wrote something down, and tore the paper from the book, lightly putting it on the table. The whole time, it was like the whole restaurant went quiet in anticipation of his next move. But of course, that’s only how you felt. Because in a second, he made your whole body shake with nervousness you haven’t felt before from him. When he changed his demeanor, it took you off guard, and not just that, his other more sinister persona was something to actually fear.

But like hell you were going to let down your façade in front of him. Why does he need to know your tough exterior crumbled, but just a little?

The writing, the paper he put down, your eyes followed everything in dead silence, along with Utahime and Shoko.

When you assumed he finished with whatever he was doing, you were met with a closed eyed smile and just a very condescending.

“Women.”

And with that, he left, your eyes following his figure as he got farther away, finally leaving out the door.

The moment he left, you let out a sigh. The music from the speakers, the chatter of the people that were in the restaurant, everything slowly started coming back.

Your eyes went to the floor, and you let a scowl paint your face. Utahime and Shoko were still quiet. Until you looked at the table where Naoya left the note.

There you saw what looked to be an address written on it. Along with a remark from the man himself.

“Don’t be late, or else.” With his name in girlish cursive.

You so desperately wanted to laugh, but all you could do was slam your hand on the paper itself, crumpling it in your fist, before you begrudgingly put it in your bag.

Your hands rested on your lap, and you decided to pull your head up to look at your two friends.

And you were met with a mournful look from Utahime, and a solemn look from Shoko.

“Don’t worry, it’s just one night with a hellish asshole. And then you’ll be free.”

You wanted to scream as a response to Shoko’s comfort, but you could only nod. You know it’s just one night, but that wasn’t the problem. Mainly it was how he directly jabbed at your ego. And normally, you could care less, but if it’s coming from…him… then that’s a different story. If looks could kill, he would have never made it to the exit.

Every day after that, it was becoming more bearable when you thought about how Naoya black mailed you into meeting up with him. And in some of those days, you wondered if you could have thought up a plan on how to avoid him.

There was a plan where you could talk to Megumi about it. But you really didn’t know what he would do. And you didn’t want to trouble the kid. You were going out on one night, Naoya was his family. He had it worse honestly. So, bothering him was a no go.

Any other plan consisted of illegal doings, and those were way out of the question. And maybe you were overreacting. He was just a sexist pig who didn’t know any better. And it’s not like you didn’t have situations you didn’t want to be in but still stayed, or listened to a complete idiot drooling on as he killed every last one of your braincells.

And thinking about all the things you heard, you assured yourself that you will survive. If it’s for you job, you started not to mind it. And maybe, but just maybe, it’s not going to be the worst night of your life. But again, you thought about how you are meeting Naoya.

Well, another plan came to your mind, just nod as talks, and just focus on his face. At least he had good looks, it would be a good distraction from whatever bullshit he will spew.

~~

This was the longest Saturday you ever had. From when you got up, till 8pm, it was like the minutes turned into hours. You couldn’t wait anymore, and not in a hyped sort of way.

You even contemplated going out of the house in just your pajamas and messy hair and bare faze. Maybe he’ll freak out and leave. That thought made you smile. But still, the place where he wanted you to meet was one of the fancier bars that you had in town. Of course, for a pretty rich boy, nothing but the best you thought. And that’s why you contemplated not dressing up. And no, it’s not meant for him, you just wanted to feel pretty for yourself is all. And there’s no point in looking like you got dragged in by cat among other, probably, fancy dressed people. If you are going to hate every minute of tonight, might as well look pretty while doing it.

You decided to wear a black one piece with flowing pant legs and a decent enough top, toping it off with matching black stiletto heels as to match your outfit, and to make you a little bit taller than you were. You haven’t worn it in a while, but you thought that tonight it will shine on you.

You showered, fixed your hair and did a little bit of makeup, just to match the energy of the outfit, and as you looked at yourself in the mirror you smiled. You will not let Naoya Zenin tear you down. Not him.

As you pulled up in front of the bar, you paid the taxi and got out, placing your purse on your shoulders with your phone in your hand. As you walked to the front door, you took a pause to look at the time.

8:02 pm. Only two minutes late. You weren’t bad with the time, considering you wanted to intentionally be late just to annoy the bastard.

Putting your phone back in your bag, you pushed the double doors open, walking in with confidence as you came to a buss boy at the stand.

“Hello! I’m looking for Naoya Zenin.”

The buss boy smiled at you.

“Welcome! Of course, he told us he was waiting for you. Follow me please.”

Before the boy started walking, your eyes scanned over the elegant interior of the bar. The decor was black and gold themed, and it gave a sort of sickly rich people vibe. You have never been to a fancier establishment before, mainly because it wasn’t your thing. The other being that you weren’t filthy rich to afford coming here.

But you had to admit, the whole area looked wonderful. The furniture was pristine, and so were the tables. Some people were seated at the bar, some off into the distance with elegant couches adoring the walls. Mentioning the walls, there were beautiful pieces of art scattered all over. From small ones, to extremely large that covered almost the whole wall. But they were gorgeous non the less. You had to give it to Naoya, he did pick quite a nice place to hold such a stupid conversation.

But looking at the décor as you followed the buss boy wasn’t the only thing you were doing. You didn’t see Naoya anywhere. And that confused you. More so, it didn’t look like the buss boy was going to any table in view. He just walked straight forward through the almost half empty bar. Now you were confused. Where exactly was he taking you.

Not bothering to ask any question, you decided to just aimlessly follow the buss boy to wherever he was taking you. Was there another area somewhere in the back? If there was, the place was much bigger than you thought it to be. And while you walked, you could notice some people sparring a glance your way. Some were in awe, some were with disgust, and you didn’t know the reason for these reactions.

Before you could continue the inspection of your surroundings, the buss boy halted in his steps, right in front of a single door that had gold patterns carved into it. He opened the door for you, moving to the side making way for you. But before you walked through, the buss boy spoke.

“The private room number is 11, just go down the hall and you should be able to see it.”

You made an impressed face. Private room huh. Well, rich people really do have it easy.

You thanked the buss boy, and continued on through the heavy black door. You heard the boy close the door behind you, and after that you stopped in your tracks.

This was really outrages, you realized. All this fancy shit and for you to meet with one of the worst people you ever met. And for the first time today, you felt irritation. But you quickly pushed it aside as you continued to walk down the hall.

There were multiple doors lining the hallway, and beside each door, there were room numbers, carved in the black wood painted gold. You were glad it was easy for you to find the right door. And as you walked past each door, the one you were standing in front of, that was room 11, had the vilest energy. Well, if you didn’t find it by numbers, you would have found it by feeling. And before you stepped inside, you breathed in, then out. It’s time.

You turned the gold knob of the door, not wasting any time and walked in.

For a second, you were taken aback.

The whole room, even if it was themed the same, had a much more lavish feel to it. As you looked around, at all the artworks and pieces of furniture, the minimal décor and the big gold curtain that was at the center of the wall, the only thing that blindingly stood out, was Naoya, sitting at the center of an elegant almost full circle couch piece, adorned with a round black table to match. And as your eyes landed on the main man himself, instantly you were met with a sharp glare.

“You’re late.”

At that, you decided to pull out your phone to look at the time

8:07 pm

“I’m only late seven minutes, don’t get your panties in a twist.” You said with a sigh. Now that you were here, there is no going back. But you are going to pull through. He said to meet him there and talk, nobody said it was going to be a pleasant conversation.

“Tch. When I said 8pm, I meant 20:00 in the afternoon. Not 20:07.” He barked back.

You chose to simply ignore his lecturing, as you made your way to sit on a spot furthest away from him, putting down you bag, and placing your phone back into it. You put it down beside your legs, as you rested your back on the couch cushions, crossing your legs and your arms. Your eyes, again, fell on Naoya.

His gaze, as you noticed, never left your form from the moment you entered the private room. It didn’t matter to you. Even if he was a rich person, that doesn’t excuse his attitude. He is still an asshole and you are not letting him get to you that easily.

When he noticed you weren’t going to speak, as you waited for him to speak first, he decided to open a conversation topic with you.

“Why are you wearing pants.” It was supposed to be a question, but it came out more like a disliked statement.

For a second you got confused.

“Um… Because they look nice…?” You dragged out saying it more like a question that an answer.

“I mean, why are you, a girl, wearing pants.”

Ah, that made much more sense. But that earned him an eyeroll from you.

“My bad, am I making you feel like less of a man?” It was supposed to be a rhetorical questioned meant to make fun of him, but he answered it with complete seriousness.

“Yes. Woman are supposed to wear dresses, not pants. You know how the saying goes, men wear the pants in the relationship.”

At that, you pulled yourself to rest your arms on your now spread knees, head hanging low as you took in a breath. Why did you think that you would maybe get a breather at the beginning?

“It’s not a saying, you fucking idiot, it’s a question ‘who wears the pant in the relationship’, which surely isn’t you. Even if it was, last time I checked, we are not in a relationship.”

To be honest, having to act this mean to Naoya was somewhat fun to you. Because other times, you watched what you said, but since Naoya was a nobody and a sexist asshole, you had the restriction pulled off, just for tonight. And this was maybe going to be a fun night after all, if it consisted of you insulting him.

“There you go talking back again. I am really sorry for the parents that raised you.”

“I think that’s my line.” You snarled back with a slimy smile.

Again, silence took over the room, as the only thing that was present was the intense starring contest between you two. Naoya had a snarl on his face, as you still kept that sly smile on you. But no matter what, you weren’t the one here meant to talk, it was him. So, you were just going to keep quiet. To you, it wasn’t a problem to just sit in silence like this for the rest of the night. It was to your advantage.

But before either of you tried to speak, the sound of a door was heard and at that you broke your gaze from his to look at who could it be. Because you didn’t think more people would be here. As you turned behind you, since that was where the sound was coming from, you looked to see a man dressed in a similar attire as the buss boy, walking out of a door you hadn’t noticed when you walked in. The waiter? You thought.

The silence was still strong as he came over to the table you were sitting at, as he brought over a tray containing two drink. You expected that maybe he would ask you what you wanted to order, but he just kept silent as he stopped at the little spot on the table that was the entrance to the almost full circle couch. With the hand that wasn’t holding the tray, he brough down one drink, which was what you assumed to be whisky in a square class. As he put down the glass, he grabbed the edges of the table and lightly spun to the left and the table started to turn. For a second you were stunned. That you didn’t expect.

The waiter kept turning the table as the glass made a half circle before stopping before Naoya. He didn’t make a move to grab the glass, he was still in the same position. As you looked back the waiter, he grabbed the second drink from the tray, and placed the glass right in front of you, since you were situated by the end of the couch.

That confused you even more.

“I didn’t order a drink though…” Your plea fell on deaf ears as the waiter acted like you weren’t even there.

“I ordered it for you.” Naoya stated, and as your gaze went back to him, he was now holding the glass in his hand as he threw it back quickly, doing a shot of pure whisky that filled half the glass. That was a little too much you thought, but decided not to comment on it. As you looked at the drink on the table you deadpanned. On the table in front of you stood a pink lemonade. It was in a round tall glass, decorated with a pink orange. And it would have been a very enjoyable drink, if Naoya hadn’t ordered it for you.

“Why did you order a pink lemonade, but a whisky for yourself?” And you then realized you weren’t going to get a pleasant answer the moment you asked the question.

“Alcohol isn’t for a woman.” And there it is.

Again, you rolled your eyes and you turned to look if the waiter left, seeing him right at the door.

“Can I have a gin tonic instead?”

At that, Naoya was a little shocked at your request, quickly chiming in.

“What are you doing? You can’t drink, you’re a wo-”

Before he could finish you cut him off.

“Shut up pig. Waiter, please bring me a gin tonic, I realized I can’t hold this conversation sober.”

The moment the insult left your limps, even the waiter turned around to look at you a bit surprised. His gaze then fell on Naoya, who didn’t even notice as he was already pissed you cut him off and insulted him at the same time.

But the waiter slowly nodded as he went back into the hidden room, shortly after coming back with your gin tonic on the platter, placing it down in front of you as he took the pink lemonade from the table to bring it back to what you assumed was the private bar.

When you heard the sound of the door closing, you grabbed the drink from the table and took a sip. And it never tasted better. Maybe it was because it was expensive, or maybe it was because the stress had been eating you up the whole week.

You put down the drink and again looked back at Naoya and smiled. A big contrast to his burning, spiteful glare.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing…” Naoya questioned in a deathly tone.

“Making this night more bearable.” You drawled back.

“This is the reason why I asked you to meet me here today.”

“Asked? More like black mailed.”

“Whatever you want to call it.” He shot back. “You’re probably wondering what exactly I wanted to talk to you about.”

“I thought it was just gonna be you dwindling on about how women this, women that. Do you actually have a conversation topic worth my time?” You took another sip from your drink

“When I saw you, I actually thought that you would be the ideal woman to stand three steps behind me. But then you had to open your filthy mouth.”

“So, wasn’t that your que to leave me be?”

“I couldn’t let such beauty be wasted. So, I gathered you here today so we can work on your… personality.”

The words he was spewing out didn’t make a lick of sense to you.

“No, Naoya, you should have just left me alone and find a woman who would be dumb enough to actually listen to your bullshit.”

But it was like your remarks fell on deaf ears.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. I thought we could do a little practice to see if we can fix your talk back.” At that Naoya gave you the same smile he did when he was at the restaurant. And again, it sent a chill down your spine. You thought that if you just kept on talking back to him that he would throw you out and be done with you. But Nothing you said entered his head. He was so far into himself that you didn’t think anything would affect him. Kudos to him for keeping his composure so well in regards to other times.

But you decided to play his little game.

“Okay, dear” you snarled back, “what’s your first question?”

“There we go, being cooperative I see. But before we start, why don’t you come a little closer.”

He still held that smile, not showing any signs of faltering. But now it was your turn.

“And breath the same oxygen as you? No thank you I’m comfortable here.” Again, you took a sip from your drink, not breaking eye contact. You thought that was enough for him. But still, he didn’t falter, only his eyes opened. And surprisingly he chuckled.

That wasn’t good.

Naoya took a second, his hand going into his pants pocket, pulling out his phone. He quickly searched for something, indicating he found what he was looking for with a little ‘ah’,

“Dear Jujutsu High School, I, Naoya Zenin, the next heir to the Zenin corporation would like for (Y\N) (L\N), History teacher for both first, and second year to be let go immediately on demand of myself for misconduct. She will be officially banned from ever entering any establishment in relations to the Zenin Corporation. Signed, Naoya Zenin.”

And by the end of his little stage play, it was starting to become harder for you to contain the anger boiling inside of you. But he couldn’t be, he’s bluffing.

“The only reason why I’m going to sit near you is because I’m going to punch your lights out.”

“Ah, ah ,ah” He turned his phone towards you, showing you the email already prepared and his thumb hovering over the send button.

Okay, so he wasn’t bluffing. But you really wish he did. Taking your drink, you downed it whole, slamming the glass down on the table, as you stood up going over to Naoya while you bore holes in his very being. And he only smiled and put his phone on the table. That little action didn’t go unnoticed by you.

What in the world made you think this was going to go over smoothly. You estimated maybe about an hour or two of you being stuck here, but now it didn’t seem like that was the case.

You sat beside him, but you still left enough space for you to not touch.

“Hm. Good enough.”

“Fuck you.”

“When I train you, you will.”

“Like hell I’m going to touch you in any way. I would rather be burnt alive.”

“Of course, you’re not going to touch me unless I say so.” He crossed his legs, as his arms stretched out on either side, one arm resting directly behind you.

“Now let us try to order another drink as a test.” You didn’t say anything as the waiter somehow knew when to show up, he entered the room coming up behind you and Naoya.

“I’ll have another whisky.” When he ordered his drink, he looked at you, as if queuing you to order.

“Gin tonic.” You looked back at him with a fire behind your eyes. He maybe had you with that shitty email, but he still wasn’t going to make you submit. You didn’t rebel for no reason. If he still wanted to use that email as black mail, you weren’t going to let him.

 The moment you said the wrong drink, his hand went straight to his phone, but you were faster. You grabbed the phone off the table, and held it at arm’s length away from him. At this, his smile faltered. You were getting somewhere.

“Give that back.” He demanded with a stern tone.

“I’ll play your little game, Naoya, but not with this. Try and take it away, I am going to throw it across the room.” The snarl on his face came back. That was better, but even considering your threat, he still tried to pull the phone away from you, but as soon as he tried, you stood up and threw the phone across the room as hard as you could. You hit and ornament as it fell over, as the phone made a hard hit with the wall, falling to the floor. Silence took over after the initial hit, and you, Naoya and the waiter stood in place. Even your breathing was stilled. And reluctantly, Naoya sat back down, not sparing another word your way, only addressing the waiter. He didn’t even try to recover his phone.

“Bring us 10 gin tonics and 10 whiskies.”

At that statement you were taken aback. Ten? That was a lot wasn’t it? It didn’t sit right with you. And you assumed Naoya has something sinister planned.

But you didn’t ask questions, as the waiter made his way back to the bar. The time before he came back with your drinks, you and Naoya sat in silence, only starring at each other.

“Why ten?”

He chuckled.

“You’ll see.”

After that exchange, you were met with more silence. It was deafening silence and it was starting to make you nervous. But quickly, the waiter came back with two full trays of drinks. You watched as he put down every drink one by one at the other side of the table, swirling the table until it stopped in front of you and Naoya. He took the empty glasses and went back through the door, leaving you and Naoya alone again.

“Now, let’s make a toast.” He grabbed one of his whisky glasses, turning to you and holding his glass up. You followed suit, grabbing your drink, and hesitantly toasting with him. He, again, downed the whole glass in one, not even flinching. And you just took a sip. But Naoya’s voice stopped you.

“No sipping, down the whole thing. If you want to ‘act’ as my equal, you will repeat everything I do.”

So that was his rule. You wanted to say something back to him, but you actually got him to sort of agree to leave his misogyny behind, even for a second. But you still gave him a dirty look, before lifting up the glass, feeling the drink slightly burn your throat as you drank every last drop. But you were unsuccessful with holding back a slight cough.

At that, Naoya let out a hearty laugh which made you stiffen.

“You’re a light weight, aren’t you?”

So he noticed.

“Yeah what of it.” You looked back at him, but all you were met with was him downing another glass effortlessly.

And then he looked at you, his eyes ordering you to follow.

You were a lightweight sadly, but this was a chance you never thought you would get, and coming this far, you don’t plan to stop now. He gave you a chance to jab at his toxic masculinity. So, you decided that you were not going to be a lightweight, not tonight.

With confidence you grabbed your second drink, drinking it without hesitation, and this time, you didn’t cough.

Considering his initial plan to ‘reform’ you, that went out the window fast. For the next 5 or 6 drinks, Naoya and you haven’t spoken a work to each other, just mindlessly drank almost every drink set out on the table. And to say that you were starting to feel dizzy was an understatement.

“Getting a little drunk are we? Figures. Told you alcohol isn’t for women.” As Naoya said that with a cocky undertone, his façade crumbled when he went to put the glass down, in turn losing his balance in his seat and knocking over some of the empty glasses on the table.

At that you belched out laughing.

“You are no better than me.” Maybe he wasn’t as drunk as you, but he was surely on the verge. His words sounded confident; his action told you otherwise. He did drink whisky, which was maybe his first mistake. It was a harder drink than your gin tonic. But who are you to tell him that? He fucked himself over.

Naoya grimaced and quickly shot back.

“Biologically speaking, I am better than you. In every way. You women, even if you tried, you’ll never be on our level.” At that he slouched in his seat, tilting his head back as to rest it on the edge of the couch, his arms spread behind you, his legs following suit.

“Your dick is wide open for me to hit, and if I do, you’ll crumble like the pathetic being you are. You’ll lay down on the floor and start to cry like a little bitch. For a higher being having such a sad weak spot is going to be your demise. You would think that it was there so women could keep you in line.”

Naoya brought his head up, his eyes slanted looking at you with disgust.

“Just fucking try.”

And you took his offer with glee, using your free hand that wasn’t holding an empty glass to go for a hard punch in his groin. But sadly, he was faster, as he quickly caught your wrist before you could make contact. And before you could even free your wrist, he pulled you towards him, making your torso fall in his lap. The hand that was holding the glass was free, as you dropped it when he pulled you to him. And now you lay half your body down in his lap.

This was bad, very bad.

“Ah, so we are finally getting somewhere. On your knees in front of me as you should be. Now all I need to do is stuff your pretty little face full of my cock. That would surely shut you up and teach you some manners.” The last sentence came out in a pissed off snarl. As he finished talking, his other hand that wasn’t holding your wrist was placed on the back of your head as he pushed you further in his lap, disgustingly rubbing your face directly in his crotch. To make things even worse, you felt his dick grow hard with every second that passed.

You have never felt more violated in your life. This scum has made you do things that god himself couldn’t make you do. And the trigger you were so tightly holding back came lose. This was the last straw. You were lucky he hadn’t griped your hair, so it was easy for you to just slide to the other side towards the table. The other hand Naoya wasn’t holding tight, flew to grab one of the empty glasses from the table, and quickly, before Naoya could react, with as much force as you could muster in your drunk state, you made the empty glass make contact with Naoya’s head.

A shatter, and then silence.

 You got up after that, standing right in front of Naoya, keeping as much distance as you could, but being stopped because of the table behind you. The heavy breathing, and the crazed gaze you held tight on Naoya deterred you to notice the cuts along your palm from the glass. But what you did notice was the red starting to flow from below Naoya’s hair, that was now starting to stain his entire suit.

From then on, Naoya only had his head turned from the impact, eyes starring wide in a daze. For a second or two, he didn’t move. Not his head nor his body. The blood kept flowing down his cheek, little droplets falling on his lap and dress shirt. His expression didn’t change, but he did look down at his lap, only to see the expensive suit he bought only yesterday now covered in dark red blotches along his whole body with little glass shards shining underneath the lights, being strewn across the couch and floor. He didn’t feel the pain from the hit, the adrenaline quickly pumping through his veins. But that wasn’t enough, as he then brought his gaze back to you.

If you had the time, you would have taken a picture. He looked better than he ever did, all covered in blood. Not only that, but the cause of it was you, which made you smile even more.

“Honestly, Naoya, this look suits you..”

Before you could even have a second thought, Naoya quickly pulled himself from the seat, his right hand going to your throat forcefully, and taking this as his advantage, his speed didn’t stop, as he continued to push you down until your whole body slammed on the table. As your back hit with a thud, glasses started to fall over from every side. The impact made you lose you breath. He slammed your body pretty hard, and that you didn’t expect. His grip on your throat tightened, which in turn, made your hands go up to his wrist in hopes of somehow pulling him away. And the breath you so desperately tried to bring into your lungs was stopped, as Naoya’s hand kept getting tighter around your throat. You let a strained choke.

Now it was your turn to be in shock. Face ridden with confusion, you looked back at Naoya. Not just his eyes, but his whole being oozed violence. Not to mention he brought down his body along with yours, his left hand resting on the other side as he hovered above you. You were eye to eye, and to think that you saw the extent of what he was capable of, made you do a double take. He was more terrifying than ever. It was like his eyes were starring directly at your soul, in hopes of shattering you to pieces. He spoke in a menacingly low tone.

“How. Fucking. Dare you…” And in the heat of the moment, you disregarded in what situation you were stuck in. Only having one single thought.

As quickly as he said that, you shot back, gathering spit in your mouth and with full force spitting at him, hitting him directly in his eye. That was more than enough as his grip on your throat loosened, making it easier for you push his hand away. Trying to regain from the attack, his hand that was on your throat slammed to the other side, as he now had you completely caged between him. But that wasn’t going to stop you. Both your hands went to his shirt collar, forcefully grabbing him as you pulled his face closer to yours. Naoya kept his spit-stained eye closed, his other opening wide at your sudden grab.

“YOU ARE THE WORST HUMAN BEING I HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!”

The rage that was evaporating off of you even had Naoya shook for a second. And as you kept your gaze on him, you couldn’t help but glance down at his blood covered lips. Bringing your gaze back up, taking deep breath, the only thing you could do was pull Naoya further towards you, forcing him in a bruising kiss.

Neither you, nor him continued, only having your lips connected as you felt the taste of copper in your mouth. But Naoya was the first to react, pulling his body back a little, his hands leaving the table and placing themselves on your hips, his grip bruising as he started to fiercely kiss you back. But you are not going to let him hold you like that, no matter how much your brain screamed with joy at his tight grip.. Your hands left his collar, as you pushed at his chest, making him fall back on the couch, and you took no time placing yourself in his lap. Again, your hands went up to grab his face, reconnecting your lips, as now both you started you push each other back in a way to see who will assert their dominance first. Again, his hands started to roam from your hips to your ass, when he reached his destination, he firmly gripped both cheeks as he started to move you in rhythm against his hardening dick.

Before you could shove your tongue down his throat, he pulled away. The arrogant smirk coming back to grace his bloodied face.

“I see you are starting to accept your role as a sex toy.” His hand went up to wipe away the spit from his eye.

That earned him a hard slap across his face.

“Can you shut up for A FUCKING SECOND?”

But Naoya had enough of your demands. He quickly got up, pulling your body against his as he quickly shifted positions to again, slam your back down, but this time on the couch cushions, making the impact much more bearable than when he slammed you against the table. Again, Naoya was hovering above you, but he pulled up for a second to quickly take off his jacket, throwing it somewhere in the room. His other hand went to undo his tie completely, pulling it from around his throat.

You wanted to try and push him off again, but both of his legs were on either side of you, and you could only pull up your upper body, in hopes of grabbing his tie to again pull him down with you, but he grabbed your wrist in one go. For a drunk person, His hold on your wrist was tight, his other hand starting to loop his tie around the constrained wrist. When you realized what his intentions were, you frowned. Like hell was he going to immobilize you. You started to go after his other hand but he grabbed that one too. You tried to struggle free, but he wasn’t letting up.

He shifted both of your arms to one hand, which you thought was a mistake, but when you tried to pull away again, somehow his grip with only one hand was even tighter than with two. Grabbing the other end of the tie with his teeth, his free hand started to loop around both your wrists this time, finishing it off with a tight knot that was gripping and pulling at your skin painfully. For a second you grimaced, but you were quickly pulled from that thought, as Naoya pulled the tie, propping up your body, making it, again fall over and land in his now seated lap. He didn’t take time unzipping his pants with his other hand, pulling out his rock-hard dick that already had precum leaking out. For a second you thought how the fuck he was so hard after you literally smashed a glass across his head. But he didn’t give you time to think, as he left his dick to hang open, his hand going to your face. His fingers squeezed either side of your cheeks, making you slightly open your mouth, enough for him to push past your lips with two fingers, forcefully pulling down your jaw. And for Naoya, that was just enough space for him to shove his dick straight down your throat. He let out a pleasurable sigh, as you barely heard a ‘finally’ coming from him.

At the sudden mouth full, you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your throat swallowing his whole length, trying to take him in. He wasn’t that long, but he sure compensated with amazing girth. So much so, that your mouth started to ache not seconds after. And to make things worse, he didn’t even give you time to adjust, his hands now entangling themselves in your hair, bunching it up in fists, starting with a ruthless pace. Not only was he pulling your head up and down as you repeatedly swallowed him, again and again, his hips also bucked in rhythm with you, which in turn made you swallow him whole every time. You couldn’t suppress your chocking, making disgusting gurgling noises as he kept on hitting the back of your throat with brute force. Bile and spit started to slither down your lips and along his dick, coating him in a thick layer, as it started to pool on his pants, mixings itself with his blood.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that. See how you are taking me so easily? Just like the filthy slut you are. How would you know how to please a man so well otherwise? Your throat is better than I expected.” That was said between grunts and moans, but even then, his pace hadn’t slowed. But that didn’t stop you from bringing your gaze up to glare at him. Not the perfect position for you to do that, since right now, he was ramming his dick so far down your throat you thought that you would vomit. Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes as it became harder and harder for you to follow his ruthless pace. Your makeup was probably smeared, and the smell of Naoya and your spit invading your nostrils made you think you weren’t going to last much longer. The hands that were tied up, gripped at Naoya’s dressshirt, trying to steady yourself, but failing miserably.

And just like that, a pull at your hair had your mouth free at last. You desperately took in every breath you could. But that sadly didn’t last long as Naoya quickly stood up, his hands never leaving your head, as he only pulled you up with him, placing you on your knees on the couch as he went to stand in front of you. One of his hands left your scalp, the other still gripping tightly as he pulled your head so you could look up at him. You were met with piercing eyes and a sneer. Naoya was enjoying himself so much right now, and you hated it. He had you where he wanted you, down on your knees, taking him like a hungry whore. And just because of that, you tried to pull away, but he harshly pulled your hair as a warning.

His other hand went to grip the base of his length that was dripping with your spit and his blood, as he just plopped it on your face, smearing all the contents across it. He laughed.

“I can see the hate in your eyes. But you’re stuck now, and you will not leave until I am satisfied. So be a good girl, and stop struggling. This is your fate.”

He continued to drag his dick across your face, letting out little chuckles in between as he enjoyed his view.

“I’m going to bite your dick off…” You retorted in a whisper.

“I won’t give you the chance.” With that, he again forced your lips open as he put his dick back in your mouth, again not wasting any time, staring with a fast pace. Because he stood up, it was easier for him to ram his dick down your throat, going deeper and faster. And again, you were stuck trying to take in short breaths as you continued to choke on his cock. Your face was repeatedly hitting his pelvis. At least he shaves, you thought as you felt him continue to hit the back of your throat. Your hands again went up to grip at his pants, trying to steady yourself. Both of his hands were again in your hair, as he pulled harshly every time he pulled out and slammed back in. The sounds you were making were getting louder and louder, as your spit now started to slide down your chin.

You didn’t know how long he kept at it, and you didn’t know how much more he would last, or how much longer you will last. But as he continued his brutal pace, you noticed the tie around your wrist starting to get lose. A chance.

Not moments after, you felt his pace get sloppier as you felt him throb in your throat. He was close.

Naoya’s breath was starting to waver, as he let out strained moans and groans every time he hit the back of your throat. And not long after, he pulled out, one of his hands again leaving your head to grab his dick as he jerked off with ragged breaths, and not a second after, he pulled your head back as he started to cum, shooting out his load directly on your face. You could feel the droplets hit your eyes, lips, some even got in your hair. You closed your mouth and eyes, doing anything to save what little grace you had left. Naoya laughed at this.

“The blowjob was okay, not the best, but we can work on that another time.” You felt the grip in your hair leave as he pushed you back onto the couch. You brought your hands up to clean your eyes and lips, not wanting to swallow even a drop of him and too scared to not know what he was going to do next. Something in you said he wasn’t done.

Naoya was still standing in front of you, as he was now taking off his stained shirt, leaving his chest bare. At which you took a second to admire his toned body. He was the whole package, if only he wasn’t such an asshole.

As you looked down, you were surprised that even after that blow job, he was still rock hard. As you took in this information, Naoya just looked down at you smiling. You didn’t have time to react as he grabbed your ankles, pulling you so that your ass hung off the couch as he knelt down between your thighs. As he pulled your legs apart, he gripped at the center of your pants, violently tearing the fabric to expose your cloth pussy directly to his face.

“You motherfucker! Really?!” That was one of your best outfits, and he all but ripped it to shreds.

“Not enough I see.” He then proceeded to tear the cloth at your chest, exposing your tits to the chill air in the room which made your nipples harden.

“You’re gonna pay for that…” You barked at him as he moved his head closer to your face. So close you thought he would kiss your cum covered lips. But he again laughed, going directly to your throat, starting to leave harsh bites, as his hands started to roam your body. From your thighs to your breasts, gripping here and there. His hands went to one of your nipples as he started to roll them between his thumb and index finger. At that you let out a groan.

He continued grinding his teeth against your neck, gradually getting lower and leaving, you assumed, were going to be love bites... A harsh tug at you nipple made you jolt in your seat, and you could hear Naoya again chuckle in the crook of your neck.

“Be careful, I see you crumbling under my touch.”

“Or maybe it’s because you skull fucked me like 2 seconds ago.” You said that more to yourself than to him.

Thinking back on just a few hours ago, you really didn’t expect that this was how it would go down. Your body half naked, with Naoya’s cum and blood smeared all over your face. You were also starting to question where he had so much energy. Not only was he drunk, but from the hit, you thought he lost a lot of blood. Enough to make him faint. Or maybe it was the dizziness in your head that shifted your vision; damn him for tricking you into getting drunk.

You hate to admit it, but it has been a really long time since you actually felt the touch of a man. But all this time you kept it to yourself, not even taking chances that were handed to you. But now, you just couldn’t control yourself. The anger that you built up throughout the whole week was broken like a damn. You wanted to blame the alcohol, but you knew that it was because the entire time, from the day you met, the tension that always hung in the air when the two of you were in the same room, had sexual undertones. That you, of course, were blind to.

And now you were stuck here, as Naoya kept kissing and biting every crevasse of your skin that he could find, not leaving any empty space where his lips and teeth hadn’t grazed.  And you were enjoying every second of it, much to your dismay.

As your thoughts ran wild, Naoya pulled away from you, his hands leaving your breast as he went lower, aligning his face with your pussy, and you prayed that he wasn’t going to notice how much you enjoyed his attention evident by the wetness that surely spread over your panties.

His hands laced themselves around your thighs, forcefully spreading your legs so you were fully exposed, and you were shocked as he came oh so close, which made you think that he was actually going to go down on you. Leaving your legs spread, he grabbed the front of your panties, bunching it up and harshly pulling up, making the fabric rub against your clit in the most pleasurable way possible. At that, you let out a hearty moan throwing your head back. Naoya again laughed.

“I didn’t think seeing you melt under my touch was going to be this satisfactory. Not so feisty now I see.” That made you drop your gaze down between your legs, making direct eye contact. You sent him a warning look, and he only smiled back at you, his other hand grabbing at the fabric of your panties, and in one motion, tearing them in two, fully exposing you to him. You chirped a little in surprise.

“Can you stop tearing my clothes up!?” Some people weren’t daddies’ pet and the heir to the biggest company in all of Japan, you really hadn’t the money to afford clothes as much as Naoya did. If you somehow knocked him out, you made a mental note to steal his credit card. He had to repay you for this somehow.

Naoya ignored your plea, as he grazed his fingers along your slit, intentionally flicking your clit, which in turn made your thighs shake.

“Even after all that, you still have it in you. Ha, no matter. We’ll just get a little rougher won’t we.”

His piercing eyes never left you, as he started again to move his face closer to your pussy, and for a second you were actually surprised. Was he actually going to go down on you?

And as you felt his breath on your crotch, you groaned in annoyance as he quickly pulled back and started to howl with laughter.

“We’re you actually thinking I was going to eat you out? Funny. But you’re just a toy, doesn’t matter if you enjoy this or not. Your job is just to pleasure me, a man, not the other way around.”

He straightened up, as he grabbed the base of his cock, aligning the tip with your entrance. And as his gaze went down and away from yours, that was your cue.

The whole time he made his little ministrations on your body, the degrading comments he threw your way, it all led for you to constantly try and set your hands free. And as much as the fabric painfully pulled your skin, you actually managed to make it lose. But you were only waiting for the right time. And again, you laughed.

“Your arrogance is going to be the death of you.”          

At that, Naoya looked up with curiosity, not understanding what you meant, but as soon as he looked at you, your hands pulled the tie from around your wrists, stretching it out and with quick moves, you slinked the tie from behind Naoya’s neck, as you tied the two ends into a knot, keeping in mind to tighten it as much as possible.

That took Naoya by surprise, as he had no time to react to you, and when he wanted to extend his hand to grab at your wrist, you only tightened the tie, in turn fully cutting off Naoya’s wind pipe and making him choke. He tried desperately to breath in, but it was no use.

Not letting him have a chance to somehow fight back, you pulled the tie to yourself, making Naoya topple over as you forced his head into your pussy. Quickly closing your thighs around his head and squeezing. At that, Naoya let out a chocked moan.

A dark laugh erupted from you.

“Do you actually like this? Pathetic. For a misogynist, you really enjoy being dominated by a woman.”

He only looked at you from between your legs, giving you the dirtiest look.

“Don’t give me that look. Get to work.”

With his head tightly secured between your thighs as you put as much pressure as you could, you started to grind your pussy on his lips. But Naoya was stubborn, keeping g his lips sealed. At that you only tightened the tie around his neck.

“I don’t mind chocking you to death, so get to fucking work.”

His hands came to rest on your both your thighs, squeezing hard, which in turn only turned you on more. You never thought seeing him struggle so much was going to be this exhilarating.

And reluctantly, Naoya opened his mouth as his tongue started to drag along your walls. You let out a loud moan.

“At least your tongue can do something other than spewing bullshit.”

You continued to grind your hips along his tongue, as he constantly kept flicking your clit, making you even more aroused. You didn’t care if he could breathe or not. Not like he cared when he fucked your mouth. His hands kept squeezing your thighs, his grip getting tighter as he still tried somehow to pull himself away from your crushing grip. But the lack of air in his lungs started to make him dizzy, making it harder for him to struggle against your hold.

You have never enjoyed oral so much in your life. It wasn’t like he was the best at this, but only the thought that he was on his knees for you, eating you out like it was his last meal, made you much more aroused which in turn, brought more please. His tongue felt so good on your clit, as he constantly kept at it.

You were getting closer to the edge, which surprised you a little, but it only made your hips move faster, chasing your high.

Naoya kept quiet the whole time, but as you again pulled the tie, trying to pull him closer as if he wasn’t already close enough, he started to let out little groans and moans. He thought that after all that, you wouldn’t be able to fight back, but he underestimated you, which in turn led to his downfall. He wanted to hate this so bad. How dare you make him submit to a woman, to you non the less. But every time he felt the tie tighten around his throat, his dick twitched with pleasure, making the precum that was leaking out to slide down his length. He hated to admit it, and he will never say it out loud, but this was the hardest he had ever been in his life. But like hell he was going to let you know that.

Your moans kept getting louder and louder, and the little sounds that Naoya was trying to desperately swallow only fueled you to go even faster. And just like that, you felt your high nearing, as you started to spasm on Naoya’s tongue, your thighs quivering and tightening around his head. Throwing your head back, you let out the loudest moan as his tongue flicked your clit one more time, tipping you as you came hard.

As you rode your high, you loosened your thighs from around his head and let go of the tie. Along with yourself, Naoya gasped, trying to regain his breath.

You knew you shouldn’t let your guard down, but you still needed a second or two to regain your composure. It was that intense. But Naoya was faster than you. Even if he didn’t fully regain himself, the outrage he felt was stronger than before, and before you could even react, he took the opportunity of your disheveled state, to again align his dick with your entrance, forcing his way in and filling you up in one swept motion. That made you gasp at the sudden stretch, as you felt his tip graze the sweet spot inside. After that earth shattering orgasm. the sudden hit to your nerves made your whole body shake. Your eyes, full of shock, looked at Naoya, seeing his gaze full of raw anger. And without a second though he started pumping you with a brutal pace.

You were glad that you were prepared before he forced himself in, thinking that it would have been much more painful if you weren’t. But as his hips kept constantly snapping against yours, his dick constantly going deeper every time as he ruthlessly kept hitting your g spot, you could only see stars. It was like he fit inside you perfectly, hitting every single nerve every time he pushed back in.

Your hands started to grab at the couch, trying somehow to endure the overstimulation that Naoya was giving you. His hands were again on your thighs, keeping you steady in place as he pumped you full. And you could feel all his anger and aggression with every thrust. But all the grabbing wasn’t enough. Your moans started to get out of hand, as you so desperately tried to restrain them, not wanting Naoya to see how much you enjoyed this.

But he did, and he menacingly laughed.

“You fucking slut. Too much for you is it? Serves you right.” You knew Naoya wanted to keep on degrading you, but he himself was too lost in his actions to continue.

“Shut up you disgusting masochist.” In a way to make your sentence true, your hand went to his chest, your nails digging into his skin as you forcefully dragged down. You could feel the layer of skin getting stuck underneath your nails, seeing the little droplets of blood starting to appear along the scratch marks. You smiled a little when you saw Naoya moan, his thrusts halting for a second.

This whole time you were fighting for dominance, and you surely weren’t going to lose now. You somehow pulled yourself up, as you wrapped your arms around him, your nails digging into his back and dragging them the same way you did with his chest. Again, Naoya moaned through gritted teeth. Considering he didn’t deny your statement, he was a filthy masochist. You wanted to laugh at this. This misogynist enjoyed a woman tearing him to shreds. And now, you were determined to make him plea.

Your legs wrapped themselves around his mid-section, as his hands left your thighs only for them to be placed on your hips gripping hard. Your nails kept digging into his back as he continued to fuck you senseless. You could feel blood starting to trickle down his back, but it wasn’t enough. Every time you made new scratch marks, Naoya’s moans got louder. His head went to the crook of your neck, and you could feel how heavy he was breathing. But you yourself weren’t any better. You stopped choking down your moans, letting them spill from your lips. His cock stretched you out so nicely, and every time he hit your sweet spot, your walls clenched around him, white glazing over your eyes. The grip he had on your hips would have hurt, but the adrenaline only made your whole-body shiver in delight. Naoya started to aggressively bite your neck, again leaving behind little love bites. At that, your heels dug into his lower back, trying in a way to make him go deeper, as you felt the knot in your stomach forming again. And as Naoya’s hips stuttered, loosing their relentless pace, you knew he was close too.

His and your moans started to mix together, making it hard to hear who had it worse, and with a few more thrusts, you felt the coil starting to unwind as your whole body started to shake. Naoya kept fucking you, making you ride out your orgasm, and as he bit your neck one last time, drawing blood, you felt his hips snap one last time, feeling his dick throb inside as he spilled his cum inside you with a final heavy groan.

The whole room went quiet after that, as only your and Naoya’s heavy breaths could be heard. His teeth let go of your skin, along with your hands that unhinged themselves from his back. The two of you stayed there, him still inside of you, as you both tried to regain your composure. You were the first to fall back, your hands and legs unwinding from around Naoya fully, as your back hit the couch cushions. You closed your eyes and breathed. Naoya’s hands left your hips, and for a second, you actually missed his touch. But you weren’t going to think about that now, after you leave this room that reeked of sex and hate you’ll have enough time to think over what the fuck you just did. And with who.

Naoya pulled himself out of you, leaving your pussy empty, you felt your wall clench around nothing, his cum starting to leak out and starting to drip on the stained carpet.

Neither you, nor Naoya said anything. There wasn’t anything to be said. You still kept your eyes closed, trying only by sound to assume what he was doing. And by the sound of his footsteps, he probably got up to grab his clothes. Figures. You didn’t know why you thought there was going be aftercare with this asshole. Before you decided to pick yourself up, thinking about how the hell were you going to get home with your dignity still intact, you felt a heavy material hit your face. Your hands quickly grabbed at the cloth, your eyes opening, curiously wanting to see what was going on. As you looked at the fabric, you saw that it was Naoya’s jacket. Blood stains and all. Your looked around the room to see where the bastard is, you saw him buttoning up his shirt, his back turned to you.

As he buttoned it up, you saw the blood from the scratch marks on his back seep through the white material. You thought about saying something, but kept quiet.

You wanted to ask him what he was doing, because this didn’t look like him, but you got the hint that he gave you his jacket as a means to cover yourself. Your dress half torn and all. You didn’t bother to put it on properly, only covering yourself around your shoulders. Forgetting what happened minutes ago, you started to get up, but toppled over back into your seat, your legs wobbly and shaky. You cursed yourself, realizing what state you were in. You wanted to say that this was the best sex you ever had in your life, but even acknowledging how good Naoya fucked you even to yourself was too much.

Maybe it was because you were touch starved, or maybe it was because he was actually good. You pushed that thought back.

You still needed somehow to get back home, but first, you needed to leave this room. You’ll figure out the rest later. Willing your legs to work, you steadied yourself as you stood up. Again, you looked over to Naoya, who was trying to fix his dress shirt to make it look somewhat decent. You were somewhat grateful he gave you his jacket, more so that it was long enough to cover every exposed part of your body. Before you could even try and move, Naoya started to walk behind you to the gold curtain that was at the center of the room. You watched with curiosity as he went behind it. You honestly wondered where he went, but figures he would leave you here alone. Damn him, now you needed to walk out of this fancy as hell bar looking like you just got gangbanged. You grimaced. As you went around the table, you grabbed your bag as you started to walk towards the door you entered. But Naoya’s voice stopped you.

“What are you doing?”

You didn’t even bother to look back as you said in a snarl.

“Going home.”

“I actually wanted to help you get out of this place with you pride, but suite yourself.”

You didn’t know if he left already, but only this time, would you take him up on his offer. Turning around, you barely saw Naoya going behind the curtain again, as you quickly followed after him.

Behind the curtain, was yet again, another hidden door. You opened it quickly, as you were met with another long corridor. But this one looked a little run down in comparison to the whole bar. You saw Naoya’s figure making a quick turn to his right, and with a little sprint, you followed right after him. He was actually being somewhat kind, but you didn’t let yourself be fooled; maybe he had something else in mind instead of actually helping you.

 Turning the corner, you saw him standing in front a door, and by the looks of it, it was an exit. As you walked up to him, you actually thought that he was holding the door for you, but he cut you off, going in front of you leaving to door open. Of course he did. But having so little energy left, and using it so you could actually move, you let the situation go, to tired to reprimand him for his behavior.  

As you got outside, the chill air hit your bare skin, which made you pull his jacket closer to you trying to cover yourself more than you already were.. Also, you realized, you really needed to be careful, you were outside after all. You really hoped nobody would see you.

The door you went through led to a parking that was, what you assumed, located at the back of a bar. The light was minimal, only having a single bulb above the door which made you barely spot Naoya standing beside a car somewhere in the distance. Not wasting your time any longer, you lightly sprinted to where he was, your hands holding the jacket securely around you.

Coming up to him, he didn’t look any better than you. His hair, though short, was all over the place. He didn’t bother to clean the dry blood on his face and his whole suit was covered in stains, ranging from his blood, to yours and his cum. He had his arms crossed, his body leaning against the car door as he waited for you to catch up to him in silence. And as you came up to him, looking at him with a bored look, he gave you the same energy back. He didn’t say a word as he moved from his spot, going around the car to the other side, opening the driver door and getting in. And you got the clue he wanted you to do the same. Your hand pulled back the passenger door, as you situated yourself on the leather seat, resting your bag in your lap.

“What’s your address.”

You told him where you live. He started up the car, and the whole ride home, you two kept quiet. Not even the radio was turned on. But it was better that way. The only thing you wanted to do was to tell him to never contact you again. You decided you would do that after he dropped you off.

Coming up to your apartment building, he stopped the car at the side walk. You looked out the window, and then back at Naoya, who was starring at you. You took a second to will yourself to talk, but he beat you to it.

“I won’t interfere with your work, but only if you never speak of this to anybody.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.’

And with that, you gave him a sarcastic smile, grabbing your bag and getting out of the car. His coat was still around you, but you didn’t want to give it back, and since you didn’t hear Naoya protest, you closed the car door and started to sprint to your building. You heard the car rev to life behind you, and heard Naoya speeding off, indicating that he was finally gone.

As you entered your home, you closed the door behind you and threw all your things on the floor, as your body slid down the door. You put your head in your hands, the whole situation hitting you like a ton of brick. You grabbed the jacket that was around you, furiously throwing it at the wall beside you. It fell to the floor with a thud, your eyes looking over the dirtied fabric as it kept reminding you of what happened just an hour ago.

You had sex with a misogynistic asshole that you despised.

How the hell were you going to explain this to Shoko and Utahime.