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Jujutsu Kaisen - Nude Examination w/Shoko Ieiri
🕑 Added 2025-10-28 23:59:34 +0000 UTCSummary: A routine examination with Shoko Ieiri goes off the rails the moment she asks you to strip. "It's for a curse," the stoic doctor says, but very quickly, you realize Shoko's real interest is in getting fucked by your amazing cock.
And, well, you deliver.
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You were a Jujutsu Sorcerer. You were supposed to be examined by Shoko Ieri, the only user of Reverse Cursed Technique (or at least the one user capable of bestowing it on others).
So for you to be standing nude in the middle of the doctor’s office was normal. It was expected. Curses could cling to Sorcerers in all sorts of ways, invisible to the victim’s eyes. To be a Sorcerer was to prepare for everything.
Still, you were nervous. You were told to strip, and after that order, the doctor left the room. “Forgot my gloves,” she said in a monotone mutter.
Here you were: cock and balls hanging out. Trying to stop the saliva bubbling up in your throat.
“That’s disappointing. You’re flaccid.”
The dry and clinical greeting cut through the sterile air of the office. You stood there, completely nude. The door opened and in came Dr. Shoko Ieiri. She stood in the doorway, one eyebrow arched, a fresh pair of latex gloves held loosely in her hand.
Should you apologize for being flaccid? Get hard at the sight of her? The latter seemed inappropriate…
Shoko let the silence hang for a beat and a tiny smirk appeared on her lips before she broke it. “I’m only joking. Standard procedure. You know the drill.” Her voice was a hot, smooth hum, the same tone she’d used moments ago when she’d told you to strip while she fetched her gloves.
So yeah. Don’t get hard. You’d done as you were told, your Jujutsu Sorcerer uniform folded neatly on the chair in the corner. The annual mandatory physical. Nothing you hadn’t done before. But it had never felt like this. You had never stripped before.
“Sorry about all this,” Shoko said. “Like I mentioned at the start, there is a new curse out there. It sticks to your Cursed Energy. Impossible to see unless you’re Gojo Satoru or a doctor like me.”
Right. You nodded. Don’t cover your cock. Be professional.
Shoko fully moved into the room. The dark bags of fatigue under her soft brown eyes and her pronounced hourglass, even beneath the professional drape of her white lab coat, made her erotic in a different way. She didn’t show her boobs, her personality shone through and made her all the more attractive. The blue turtleneck beneath the white coat didn’t hide her boobs or anything either. You could tell they were D-cups. She was stacked, and her dark navy pants tapered down to flared hips and an ass that was certainly appropriate to be called a beach.
You breathed. Your dick only twitched. Shoko didn’t notice. Yet.
Click, click. Her cream-colored heels clicked softly on the linoleum. That mole under her right eye seemed to draw your gaze, a singular, captivating flaw on her otherwise placid face.
Shoko pulled on the gloves with a soft snap of elastic against her wrists. “Alright. Let’s have a look.” She sat on her rolling stool and scooted closer, her knees nearly brushing your legs. Her eyes were on your cock, her expression one of detached, professional interest.
Too detached? Hard to say.
Her touch, when it came, was a bolt of lightning. Sheathed in cool latex, her fingers were deft and sure as they took hold of your nutsack. Yep, they cupped your balls with one hand while the other gently prodded and checked your testicles. She lifted the pouch toward her eyes. Following that, her eyes pointed to your shaft. No touching it though. The testicles needed to be lifted to be fully examined, but not the stem. Not the cock.
So far, a purely medical inspection.
“Size-wise, there’s nothing wrong with it,” Shoko stated. But then her finger went up and grabbed your cock and her her thumb, fuck, her thumb swept a slow, deliberate circle at the flaccid tip. It was an accident. It had to be.
But then it happened again. And again.
“Hm…girth is perfect.” What was your girth? Whatever it was, Shoko did not show any visible reaction to it. Whether it was a cock can or a pinkie, the reaction for this doctor would have been the same. It was a matter of personality, not penis size.
Her thumb swiped on the tip again, specifically the hole where your seed oozed out.
“D-doctor…”
“Don’t worry.” Shoko looked up and smiled ever so lightly. “I’m not close to done. Please, bear with it.”
You couldn’t bear with it. A subtle, pulsing pressure that had nothing to do with medicine and everything to do with the slow, coiling heat building in your sack. You felt a traitorous throb, a sudden rush of blood that made you swell and harden against her professional grasp in a matter of seconds.
You were fully, undeniably erect in the doctor’s hand.
“Ah…” Shoko didn’t look surprised. She didn’t pull away. The smirk returned, a ghost of a thing at the corner of her mouth before she schooled her features back into a mask of clinical neutrality. “I see someone is healthy.”
Your mouth was dry. You swore you said something but it didn’t matter. Your mind blanked out when she went from tip to base. Her gloved hand stroked your cock.
It was a stroke too. There was no other word for it. A slow, perfect, upward stroke that made your breath hitch. Her other hand gently went down and massaged your balls, her skilled fingers applying just the right amount of pressure.
“Doctor Ieiri…”
“Hmm?” she murmured, not looking up, her focus apparently on her examination. With her chair, she could move herself so that your erection wouldn’t poke her face. Her hand pumped again and again, a little faster on the third attempt. Her grip was perfect.
A bead of pre-cum welled up at your tip, and she, as if noting a symptom, swept her thumb over it, smearing the slick fluid down your length to ease her motions.
Schlick! Schlick!
This was a handjob. A fucking expert, deliberate, incredible handjob disguised as a medical exam. Her face was a masterpiece of feigned professional concern, but her hands were telling a completely different story. They were claiming you.
“Your heart rate is elevated,” she noted tonelessly, her own breathing slightly shallower than it was a moment ago. Her strokes became a twisting, milking motion on the upstroke that made your toes curl against the cold floor. Slap-slap-slap. The sound of her hand, of skin on skin, filled the room.
Your balls became full and heavy. Your cock twitched. You wanted to walk back, only to bump into the examination bed.
‘Fuck, fuck…!’
You couldn’t hold back. The tension snapped. “Fuck, Shoko, I’m—!”
Splurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Thick, white strands of cum shot out, landing on the floor and portions of Shoko’s arm with wet, hot plops. She didn’t flinch. Her hand kept working you through it, milking every last drop from you with a series of gentle, relentless squeezes until you were shuddering and sensitive.
Finally, Shoko released you. She looked at the mess on the floor, then down at her glistening, coated glove and arm. She blinked, putting on a fantastic show of being utterly shocked.
“My,” Shoko said, her voice dripping with false surprise. “That’s a… very healthy load.” She pulled the glove off with a final, sharp snap, turning to her clipboard. She scribbled a note, her face deadpan. “I’m noting here that you appear to suffer from premature ejaculation.”
“You were jerking me off for five minutes,” you managed to say, still trying to catch your breath.
“Oh my. So you were counting too? Impressive, very impressive. Your mind is in top shape then,” she said, standing up and ignoring your protest. She walked over to a cabinet across the room. “I’ll get something to clean you up.” She bent over to open a lower drawer, and fuck, the view.
Her lab coat parted, showcasing the heart-shaped perfection of her ass sheathed in those tight navy pants. It was an invitation. A challenge. You were holding onto the examination table for balance but with that damn booty in front of you…
‘Fuck it.’
You pushed off the table in an instant, your spent cock already beginning to stir again with renewed interest. You crossed the room and you brought your hand down in a sharp, stinging smack right on the generous curve of her ass.
“Ah!” Shoko jolted upright, her head nearly hitting the cabinet. The doctor blinked, genuine surprise in her sleepy eyes now. Before she could speak, you pressed yourself against her, your semi-hard cock slapping against the same ass you’d just spanked with a wet, warm thwack.
Her surprise melted away. A slow, deep breath escaped her. She looked over her shoulder, her brown eyes dark with a new, hungry light. She slowly licked her lips. “My, my…you sure are an eager one. Are you sure this isn’t the work of a curse? This aggression and the lack of a refractory period…”
Her fingers found the button of her pants, then the zipper. The sound of the metal teeth parting was louder than any curse technique. Ziiip!
“Trust me, it’s not you,” you said, cock hardening atop of her booty. She grinded that ass on you, anyway simply showing its movement. Its shape. Its everything.
“Is that so?” she purred, her professional façade gone, replaced by something far more primal. “What seems to be the problem now, Sorcerer?”
You tugged her pants down over the swell of her hips. “Rather than medicine,” you muttered, “I seem to be more interested in… training.”
Your fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, the dark navy fabric of her pants now a crumpled ring around her thighs. Her cream-colored heels, still perfectly on, gave her just enough height to align with you perfectly. The cool, sterile air of the office kissed your skin was great on the blazing heat building between your bodies. You were fully hard, fully throbbing, and Shoko…
“No panties?”
“Never worn in the first place,” she replied. “A problem?”
Definitely not. Her pussy was right there in the open. Lips that were parted and being spread by two fingers. By Shoko herself.
The head of your cock pressing against her slick cunt.
“You’re sure about this, Doctor?” you murmured. The tip of your cock teased her pussylips, the same way her hands had teased your dick. It was a small amount of payback as you nearly inserted it and earned a hiccup from her.
But you didn’t go inside.
“Come on, doctor, now you look and sound sick to me.”
“T-that’s…” Your cock almost slipped in again. Shoko let out a short, sharp laugh that was almost a gasp. “Just… just do it. The analysis is… inconclusive… from here.”
You pushed. Not hard, not fast. Just a steady, inexorable press that made your entire dick narrow to that single, incredible point of contact. There was a moment of tight, clutching resistance, and then a soft, wet pop as the head of your cock sank into her. Her pussy yielded to you, a hot, velvety vise gripping you perfectly. A sharp, shuddering inhale escaped her lips.
Shoko was damn tight. There was no question that this chick did not participate in sex all that much, if at all. Her little squirms, it sounded like a virgin. She was twenty-eight years old…!
“Fuck,” she breathed out, the word ragged and utterly unprofessional. “S-so this…”
A small thrust and she gasped. This was it, you were fully inside.
“Hngghh…!”
This was a cock. This was what those baggy-eyes were missing while working all those hours.
You held still for a second, letting her adjust, letting yourself feel the incredible, snug fit of her pussy wrapped around you. It was so much more than you’d imagined, a silken, wet heat that seemed to pull you deeper, begging for more. Then you drew back almost all the way, until just the tip remained inside her, and then you thrust.
CLAP—!
It was a solid, wet sound of connection. Shoko’s eyes, those soft brown pools usually heavy with fatigue, flew wide open. Her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ of shock. Her professional composure shattered in an instant.
You did it again. CLAP—! And again. CLAP—!
“G-god…! T-this thing!” A gasp was torn from her throat, high and desperate. “Hgnnngh! S-so this is why every woman is so—”
That’s right…!
“B-boyfriends, husbands…! F-fuck! So this is what a penis can do! As a doctor, I never—”
She never tried. She never fucked. She was too buried in her own work.
But now—
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Her ass jiggled. This lonely Japanese woman and her fat ass was jiggling and getting fucked by a man for once. It wasn’t like she had the sexiest body or the biggest tits. She was an ordinary, if not slightly shady woman. A workaholic that cared too much about her own patients sometimes.
“Ah~! Hngnghh!”
Getting louder.
Losing control.
The doctor was bending over and holding onto cabinets, but after that last thrust, her arms lost control and her face almost crashed. She gasped. She mewled. “Oh fuck…! Oh fuuuck! I think I’m cumming!”
She did cum, tightening up immensely, her first orgasm in years.
That didn’t mean you wanted to stop.
You found a rhythm then, five hard, deep, punishing thrusts that slammed her front against the metal cabinet with a series of rhythmic clunks. Her long brown hair bounced from the force of your thrusts. Her stoicism was gone. Her confident smirk had vanished, her lips now parted as she panted, her breath fogging the cool metal surface in front of her.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuccckkk!!” She curled her ass down on your pelvis. She was fucking back. The orgasm, it seemed, only seemed to spur her own. “That’s dick! That’s it! That’s what I’ve been wantiiing! This pleasure! This clarity! Oh fuuuuuck!!! I’m cumming again—!”
She could feel it. Through her own rasps, through the breaking of her stoicism, she could feel how fucking deep you were.
She couldn’t speak the words, only the moans and the whimpers and grunts. Her pussy was answering for her. Her inner muscles began to screw around your cock to try and keep you in place. This virgin twenty-eight year old pussy was something. A fine tremble started in her legs, the ones she’d so confidently crossed earlier, and it traveled up through her spine.
“Wait… mmph… stop… just for a second,” Shoko begged. “I need… I can’t… I need to catch my breath…! Hngggh—!”
You smirked, slowing to a halt but not pulling out, staying buried deep within her trembling cunt. “Losing your composure, Doctor Ieiri?”
Then thrust!
She rolled her eyes back. She came hard.
You could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through her, a series of gentle, milking squeezes around your shaft. She was panting, her forehead resting against the cabinet, her entire body shaking with the force of it. Her heels weren’t touching the floor either and said floor was dripping with her juices.
What a mess.
Her heels dangled from her feet. For a moment, they might have slipped away. Then you slowly pulled out, and a soft, wet shlllp sound echoed in the quiet room.
In one swift motion, you spun her around. Her back thudded softly against the cabinets. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed with pleasure, that little mole under her eye seeming darker against her pink skin. You slid your hands up under her white lab coat, under her blue turtleneck, and found her breasts. They were heavy and warm, her nipples hard pebbles against your palms.
“No bra either?” you asked.
“I-if I don’t wear panties, then why a bra?” She smirked a little. “I’m far too busy to get the time to wear it.”
You squeezed and she closed her eyes, squeezing back her own moan.
“Do you really want to stop?” You rolled her nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. “Be honest, doctor.”
Her hands came down, not to push you away, but to cup your balls. She weighed them in her palm, a thoughtful, clinical gesture that was utterly debauched. “So heavy,” she murmured, her voice husky. “So full.” She looked up at you, and for the first time, her gaze was completely clear, completely honest, filled with a hunger that mirrored your own. “No. I don’t want to stop. I want you to fuck me properly. I want you to empty these,” she gave your sack a gentle, possessive squeeze, “deep inside me. I want you to make a mess of me. I want to feel it.”
That was all the permission you needed. You lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around your waist, her heels digging into the small of your back. Your cock was welcomed back into her pussy in one smooth, deep stroke that knocked the air from both your lungs.
“F-fuck…! H-holy fuck! Are you seriously telling me I missed all this because of college?” Shoko’s head was tilted back, and only after some seconds, she was able to look down at you. “Haah…! I should thank you properly.”
So she kissed you.
So you fucked her.
Fucking and kissing, pussy juice falling and saliva dripping from your mouths, it was a mess.
Your hands then went down to her ass cheeks. Palming them, fingers going in and sinking in to grope them.
Every thrust thrust was a loud promise to cum. Each withdrawal was loud and full of gasps. The sounds were obscene and beautiful: the wet slap of skin on skin, of balls smacking, and of tongues lashing.
You felt it coming soon. The great urgent lightning building in your balls. “I’m gonna cum, Shoko,” you grunted, your rhythm losing its finesse. You were gonna fill her tight little pussy up.
“Yes,” she hissed, slamming down as best as she could. “Do it.”
You went balls-deep. You came. Pulse after pulse of hot seed shot deep inside her. Spurt, spurt, spurt! You held her tight against you, grinding your hips as you emptied yourself, feeling her own pussy muscles spasming around you, drawing every last drop out.
As the last tremors subsided, you were both breathless, leaning against each other for support. Slowly, you lowered her until her feet were back on the floor. She looked up at you, her expression a mix of sated wonder and dazed shock. Without a word, you crashed your mouth onto hers.
This wasn’t like before. This was a raw, hungry, claiming kiss. Her lips were soft and pliant, and she opened for you immediately, her tongue meeting yours in a frantic, messy dance. It tasted of coffee, mint, and something uniquely, essentially Shoko. You kissed her like you were starving for her, your hands tangling in her long brown hair, knocking her lab coat askew. She kissed you back with equal fervor, her hands gripping your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin. It was a kiss that spoke of unfinished business, of a hunger that a single frantic fuck against a cabinet couldn’t possibly sate.
Panting, you broke the kiss, your forehead resting against hers. Her breath was hot on your face. Your eyes locked. A slow, sinful smile spread across her kiss-swollen lips.
“I can feel your penis poking my stomach. It won’t go down, it seems.”
She licked her lips. She glanced down and held your cock. She gave a nice long, stroke.
“The examination table,” she breathed, “is far more comfortable than the cabinet.”
You didn’t just want to make her scream your name; you wanted to ruin her for anyone else. With a strength that surprised even you, you hooked your arms under her knees, lifting her entirely off her feet. She let out a yelp of surprise that quickly morphed into a smirk as you carried her the few short steps to the examination table.
You laid her down on the cold, crinkly paper, her body a stunning contrast to the clinical setting. Her lab coat was gone and her blue turtleneck was pushed up, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her stomach and her tits. Her dark navy pants were tangled around one ankle. She was completely exposed, completely vulnerable, and completely yours.
You stood at the edge of the table, letting her look at her fill. Your cock, slick with her arousal and your own pre-cum, stood at full, throbbing attention. Whatever their size was, they impressed her. Without the mask of professionalism, she fully appreciated every big and small inch.
Your balls were heavy with the upcoming release. Yes, despite just cumming, you wanted more. You were hungry for it. You watched her soft brown eyes, usually so sleepy and guarded, darken with pure, undiluted lust as they traveled the length of you.
“Well, doctor? What’s your professional opinion now?”
You slapped your rigid length against her wet, swollen folds. Spat! The sound was lewd and perfect.
“Impressive,” she breathed, her professional facade utterly shattered. “A+ specimen. Now stop teasing and put it in me.”
You needed no further encouragement. Leaning over her, you gripped your cock and guided the head through her already creampied slit. Schlick! You pushed forward, the resistance giving way to an overwhelming, velvety heat. You sank into her cunt in one long, smooth, devastating stroke, burying yourself to the hilt. A shared, guttural groan tore from both of your throats.
“Oh, god… so full,” Shoko whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut as her body stretched to accommodate you. “My pussy…! All that cum…and nnggh, all that COCK—!”
She realized just how loud she had been and shut up. Biting her bottom lip, you smirked. You dismissed going slow and immediately set a deep, punishing pace. Wham, wham, wham!
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, you mother—” Shoko held back again, if only for her dignity. “You’re making me cummmm~!!”
Each thrust was a claim. Your thrust were demanding more of her pussy and you grabbed her legs with a delicious, possessive sting. Your hips pistoning into her with a renewed, savage rhythm. The wet, rhythmic slap-slap-slap of your bodies meeting filled the sterile room, a filthy counterpoint to her sharp, gasping cries.
“Yes! Fuck! Just like that!” she moaned, her head thrown back, her throat a pale, elegant line. “This is dick! This is sex! This is everything I’ve ever wanted!!”
You leaned further over her, pressing her legs back toward her shoulders, spreading her wide open, changing the angle until you were driving into her in the primal, dominant mating press. Her eyes flew open in shock, then fluttered shut in ecstasy.
“This… this is…” she tried to speak, but words failed her. Her eyes rolled back.
“This is me fucking destroying your perfect pussy, Shoko,” you finished for her. “This is me making sure you feel me for a week.”
Legs up to her shoulders and getting dicked down by you, even the great Shoko Ieiri couldn’t stop herself.
“Your cock! Your dick! I-it’s making me—it’s making me cum! I’m cummiiing~!!!!”
You pistoned into her, the table rattling. You could feel the tight, fluttering contractions of her orgasm beginning to build around your cock, milking you, pulling you deeper. You wanted to cum too. But not yet.
You were looking down at that face. All that confidence and calmness was gone and you still wanted more. More of those eyes rolling back. More of that gasping.
“I’m… I’m gonna…” she choked out, her licking lips becoming lazy. You wanted to see the next stage: the ahegao. You wanted to see this bitch hungry and completely broken over your dick.
“Come on, then,” you commanded, slamming into her. “Come all over my cock. Show me how good I’m fucking you.”
Her scream was muffled as you crushed your mouth to hers. She came with a violent shudder, her internal muscles clenching around you in rapid pulses that nearly made you lose your own control. You drank her moans, your tongue dueling with hers as you fucked her through the intense waves of her climax.
When she finally went limp beneath you, breathless and boneless, you didn’t stop. Your face was an inch from hers. You slowed your pace, but you kept moving, your cock still rock-hard and desperate inside her.
“Again,” you whispered, your lips against her ear. “You’re not done.”
“I can’t,” she panted. “It’s too much…”
“You can,” you insisted, gripping her hips and driving into her with a new, deep intensity. “You have Reverse Cursed Energy.”
“T-that’s…”
That was true and you could feel her pussy instantly tighten. She was using it to heal herself. She…listened to you.
“I-I suppose that’s why I’m not the combat type,” she murmured.
You smiled down at her. “Your body belongs to me right now, and it’s going to come for me again.”
Thrust!
You had wondered and planned for this. Fucking this slutty doctor while she used Reverse Cursed Technique, what would happen?
“I’M CUMMIIING~!!”
Something beyond the natural. Eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, and a huge smile plastered on her face. An extraordinary amount of pleasure from introducing and filling herself with positive energy.
You watched, mesmerized, as this unexpected and brutal orgasm ripped through her. See, one orgasm led to three in a row. This result was a silent, wide-eyed shock, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as her back arched off the table. A choked gasp was the only sound she could make as she trembled violently beneath you.
You kept thrusting too. You were wrecking her as she used Reverse Cursed Technique and her pussy had to take every inch of you. The positive sensation from you and the positive cursed energy, she could barely hang on.
“CUMMINGCUMMINGCUMMIIIING—!”
Look at her! F-fuck! She was tightening up badly! You were slowing down, solely because her formerly virgin cunt was gripping you that badly.
“S-Shoko…!”
“CUMMIIING~!! I’M GONNA CUM AGAIN!”
Your thrusts were weak and pathetic, but you had to.
“Shoko! I’m gonna fill you up,” you grunted. “I’m gonna pump your perfect cunt full of my cum—!””
“DOOO ITTT~!!” Her eyes were half-lidded and glazed over and insane. “PLEEEASE!!! I WANT IT. GIVE IT ALL TO ME!!”
With a final, deep plunge, you buried yourself as far as you could go and let go. An animalistic roar was torn from your throat as your orgasm erupted. Rope after hot, thick rope of cum shot deep inside her, splurt splurt gush, painting her inner walls white. You held yourself there, pulsing, emptying everything you had into her welcoming heat until you were spent, shuddering, and completely drained.
Slowly, carefully, you pulled out. A gush of your combined release, splorch, followed your retreat.
"Haahh..ghhnnnghskk..."
To think she'd be fucked this stupid....it was genuinely impressive.
Shoko lay on the table, utterly ruined. Her brown hair was a mess fanned out on the paper, her makeup was smudged, and her eyes were unfocused, staring at the ceiling in a half-delirious state. Her chest rose and fell. She was completely and totally done for.
The examination was clearly over, although the doctor was in no condition to clear it.
The only thing you could do that hadn’t been done was lifting up her turtleneck to peek at her boobs….
