All your life you've dealt with expectations. Great ones that expected you to be the best person you can be. But unfortunately things don't pan out to go as planned as you're now living a life that you didn't ask for in the slightest. However one day when going through your normal routine what happens when you bump into your old college professor?
Nanami Kento x Black Reader
This is the first part of a two part series.
I believe it's quit angsty at some parts because I found myself tearing up a lil bit. But I was also really feeling it that night.
I plan on making it angsty with some sweet smut because I'm a hooligan.
My writing is also double spaced because of conversion issues that I don't feel like fixing.
This is also not reviewed and probably won't be :)
I will always write with a black reader in mind, if you have a problem with that...jump off a really tall rock pls :)
That's all I have to say so Enjoyyyy :)
Word Count: 3.2k - first half imagine if I had put them together
A large yawn leaves your mouth as you browse through the shelves holding bottles of alcohol, ranging from beer, tequila, wine, practically everything. You name it, it was there.
Life as a secretary has not been kind to you. Unfortunately like most people your age you have not found a suitable job for you to use your degree.
A large part of your life you've dreamed of a career in law, but from the looks of it that dream of being a lawyer seems to be fading farther and farther away from you.
It's disappointing but not surprising. Becoming a credible lawyer is difficult. It's not like you didn't try when you were a fresh graduate out of school. You did. Applying to law firms everywhere, doing internships to try and get a footing in the industry. Yet nobody wanted to hire you, claiming you didn't have enough value to be a future lawyer, being berated and bullied by possible employers left and right. Eventually you let their words get to your head. Choosing to take everything they said with a couple hundred thousand grains of salt. They completely bullied you out of your dream. When you were younger you didn't realize this, you thought everything they said was true, and that you were foolish for even considering such a career choice. It makes you want to slam your head through a wall, years of your life that could have been put ttowars forcing your way in the industry wasted, instead working a boring 9-5 as a secretary under the head of some large company.
The passion you once had to fix the judicial system to bring true justice to people subjected to a system that is corrupt was snatched away from you, and now here you are left in a puddle of your own sorrow. Waking up, living the same day on repeat drowning in boring office work that could easily be done by someone who isn't you.
This boring lifestyle had left you to turn to some...unfortunate coping habits. Ones that you thought you had abandoned in the past, but fell right back into. You've found that the more you drink the easier it is for you to get through the day. Is it unhealthy? Yes. But does it get the job done? Yes. So does it matter to you? Nope.
Currently in your arms are a bottle of vodka, a case of beer, and some random brand of wine. You continue looking through the store coming across different things that peak your interest.
'Ooh daiquiri bases, for a dollar a can? Yeah imma stock up on that' you think. Grabbing a basket from the corner you pick it up and place your items in it, throwing in 10 daiquiri cans and as you head to checkout you pick up one more bottle of vodka - just to be safe.
As you round the corner that heads to checkout you bump into a large figure.
"My bad." you look up and see a familiar white head of hair and bright blue eyes looking down at you.
"Oh Professor Gojo, hi I didn't expect to bump into you here. It's been a while." You say startled, feeling your palms get itchy. Of all places to play catch up with your old Professor it had to be the liquor store?
"I can say the same to you. How've you been darling?"
You sheepishly try to take attention away from your basket "I've been good just living life you know the same old same old."
You didn't intend on bumping into your old college professor when you were out buying fuel for your unhealthy drinking habits, but look at you now; stomach churning with your palms sweaty.
"You having a party or something?" He says gesturing to your basket.
You internally cry knowing he will be able to see right through you. In the few years you were around him he grew to understand you in scary ways.
"Um no, I'm just restocking the house. You know it's getting a bit low on some stuff"
'Technically the truth. I'm not lying' you think. He looks at you with a questioning gaze but decides to leave it alone.
"It seems like life is treating you well. You don't look a day over 25"
"Aw thank you sir. I appreciate it" you say through a chuckle. You really want this interaction to end as soon as possible. "You have also aged well yourself"
"You can drop the formalities y/n."
"I know but it feels weird if I don't say it. You're still my professor in my mind."
"Whatever you say y/n. It was nice seeing you."
"Yeah you too. I'll catch you later" you hurriedly walk past him and place your items on the counter wanting to leave as quickly as possible.
Watching you scramble out of the store Gojo giddily grabs his phone.
Gojo:
' How about I treat you to a drink same day next week? You and me'
Nanami:
'I mean this in the most disrespectful way. No. How many times do I have to tell you, only text me for work matters."
Gojo:
'Okay great. See you tomorrow after work. I know a really good spot'
Pocketing his phone he grabs a random pack of gummies off a shelf and places it on the checkout counter. The cashier looks up at him confused.
"Is this all?"
"Yeah."
"Okay" they scan the bag and hand it to him.
"Thank you. Have a nice night" he says waving at the employee behind him, walking out of the door.
"Does the universe hate me? Why do they always give you what you want, at the cost of my happiness?" Nanami says sitting at the table across from Gojo with his arms crossed.
After a long and boring staff meeting, all Nanami wanted to do was head home and unwind, to relax from being in Gojo's presence all day, but somehow in someway the white haired menace had managed to get him in some boujee restaurant. The food there isn't even good either. So he deems this outing as more than a waste of time, it's absolutely diabolical. Gojo is always able to get more and more and more, never getting tired of anything, which is why he hates to admit he makes an excellent journalism mentor. However that does not excuse his lack of boundaries.
Wherever Nanami was Gojo was there too. Like an ever constant factor in his life he just can't seem to rid himself of.
"Cut the cynicism Nanamin, I wouldn't have invited you if I didn't have anything to tell you that would peak your interest. I'll be out your hair in no time" he says hyperactively bouncing his leg under the table.
"You said that three hours ago. Can you just say what it is that you want to tell me? I've had enough of you"
"Fine. You're so impatient." he takes a sip of his soda "Yesterday I had so happened to run into that student of yours you were always so keen to"
"There has not been a student like that as far as I'm aware of"
"Can you let me finish" he pouts "Well I ran into them and they had a cart full of alcohol. Like I'm talking you would think they were buying for a party full"
"Gojo could you please for once mind your own business. Being in other peoples business is really telling of your character."
"So I'm assuming you don't care what Y/n is getting up to nowadays?"
Nanami grows stiff. Of course he was talking about you. It's not everyday Nanami grows to like his students, but you? He couldn't help but to take a liking to you. You were passionate about your career path, someone that listened to his lessons attentively, always making sure to turn in your work properly and on time. Someone who would spark interesting points of discussion and would input their opinion in at the right time. You were a perfect student in his mind. So now he's curious as to why Gojo wants to mention you all of a sudden. Especially now with the mention of alcohol along with your name. You were very open about your drinking habits and how you preffered not to drink alcohol because it didn't peak your interest. Simply put, you claimed you never drank.
"Okay, now you don't want to say something" Gojo says in disbelief. "I'll be honest they didn't look the best. Seemed a bit dull. You know that passion that we all loved? Yeah it's gone now. You can't find a single drop in those eyes. They seem lifeless. It's really concerning if I'll be honest"
Nanami frowns at this information. He doesn't necessarily care about the wellbeing of other people; not because he's a mean person it just puts his mind at ease writing it off as something that isn't his problem, but when hearing about you doing something that isn't like you. He can't help but be concerned.
"Gojo if all you invited me to this dinner was to gossip with me about one of my former students I will gladly take my leave." If you didn't know him well you would think his voice is normal; nothing strange at all, but if you did you could hear the slight tone change in his voice that signals of a state of unease.
"Whatever you say Nanamin, but I do have one more place I want to take you. It's around that time"
Nanami furrows his brows "What time?"
Waving over the waiter and handing them a couple hundred bills he stands up and walks towards the exit. "Get in the car and I'll show you"
"This sounds like a threat on my life" he says following after Gojo.
"Blah blah. I would have already killed you by now. I'm in too deep with you so fortunately for you I can't. You also have a good head on your shoulders so I can't afford to take that from this world." Gojo rambles on as they climb into his car.
"Why are you disrespecting me like this? I do not want to be what you consider a 'good head'"
"Nanaminn" he whines "It was a compliment, why do you always twist my words like this? You'll learn to appreciate me one day because..."
Nanami tunes Gojo's rambling out waiting impatiently for the both of them to arrive at their next destination.
You close the door and enter your drab apartment. It's not a special sight but you have to call it home. The open area of your home looks nice; getting help from your relatives decorating. You could afford to move into a larger and better apartment but this was enough to satisfy your needs. Your couch is covered in blankets and pillows; currently using it as a makeshift bed because your bedroom is a place you refuse to enter.
Shuffling into the said room you change out of your business attire opting to wear a hoodie and some random basketball shorts you stole from your older brother a few years ago. Sitting on the couch you do a little bit of work for an hour, before you get up and start the next part of your day.
You grab your keys and begin the walk to the liquor store down the street. It's become a routine for you. Come home, do some leftover work, change clothes, liqour store if you need to, food, work a little bit more, and sleep.
Monotonous and boring. But based off of how you're perceived by other people, it's a perfect lifestyle made for someone of your caliber.
Step by step you move closer and closer to your largest vice. One you have yet to defeat.
"Gojo what are we doing here?" Nanami says checking his surroundings in the parking lot of a small liquor store.
"I have something I wanted to show you. It should happen in a few minutes. Do you want something while we wait?"
"No I'm fine" he says squinting his eyes at him
A couple more minutes after playing some mind numbing mobile game Gojo startles Nanami, "There! There they are"
Nanami looks around checking his surroundings looking for a disturbance or anything that could cause Gojo to scream like a madman.
"Where? What are you yelling at Gojo?!"
"It's them" he says pointing to your approaching figure walking in oversized clothes and clunky tennis shoes with earbuds in your ears.
Nanami's words are stuck in his throat. What Gojo said earlier seems to be an accurate description of you. You look rough to say the least; at least not like yourself from 8 years ago.
"Gojo! Don't you think this is odd and strange. I don't even want to know how you knew they would be here but you must stop whatever it is you're doing! This is purely strange behavior." Nanami is beyond annoyed. He doesn't know if his reaction came from seeing you in such a disheveled state or knowing that Gojo was doing something no one should ever do.
"I'm doing something that needs to be done"
"You're a waste of space. You know that?" Nanami says glaring at Gojo.
"You've said worse to me" Gojo says climbing out the car starting to walk towards you.
"Where are you going? Get back here" Nanami says trying to frantically unbuckle his seatbelt and stop Gojo from doing whatever the hell he has planned.
Looking up he sees him talking to you. He has to stop Gojo, and he has to do it now.
While going along your walk listening to music. You felt a churning feeling in your gut telling you that today was not your day and to go back home, but you ignore it choosing to continue your journey.
While on the final stretch of your walk, as you approach the store, you bump into something. You quickly look up and away from your feet to see the same piercing blue eyes from last week.
You yelp "Ah! Proffesor. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you...again" you say voice getting quieter as you continue to speak
"Wow y/n I would think otherwise at this point. What's the chances of us meeting the same way we did last week"
You want to shrink in on yourself. Embarrassed that you're caught again in a vulnerable position. Your hands get clammy and you feel your tounge get dry. You want to turn around and sprint home, but that would make you look even more like a fool, so you try your luck and attempt to converse with him.
"I genuinely didn't mean to. It's also strange seeing you here. I thought you preffered not to drink?"
"I can say the same for you."
Your choke on your tounge and feel your eyes begin to burn. This is humiliating.
"I-"
"You should let us come over and catch up with you. What do you say?"
"Us?" you question.
But before you can receive an answer you're cut off by a different voice entering the conversation "Gojo. Let's go. Now" the voice is demanding and stern. One you haven't heard in years.
Looking up through your blurry eyes you find one person you would have never wanted to see you like this ever.
"Professor Nanami?" You croak out.
In this moment you decide to never try your luck ever again.
Walking up to Gojo, Nanami places a large hand on the taller mans shoulder "Gojo. Let's go. Now" there's a terrifying sternness in his voice that makes you whimper.
Looking down at you he sees your eyes on the brink of spilling tears and your hands shaking.
"Professor Nanami?"
Hearing the tone in your voice makes his stomach churn.
"Gojo what did you do?"
Gojo raises his arms up in defense "Nothing! I just asked if they were okay with us coming over" he says gesturing to you
Nanami grits his teeth "Of course you would. Listen Y/n i'm sorry we had to meet again like this. It's completely fine if you aren't comfortable with us coming over to your home, it's just someone-"
"Um No it's okay. We should catch up with each other right?" you say with a crooked smile trying to feign happiness, to you, you think you're convincing but Nanami can see right through you.
"You see Nanamin, not a problem." Gojo says throwing Nanami's hand off his shoulder. All Nanami does is sigh.
"Um just wait here for a second" they do as told as you walk into the store.
"Why would you do that?"
"Because I want to help them. I know you may not think it but I care about them too and want to make sure they're doing okay. Blame me if you want to, but I hate seeing them like that"
"Me too but that doesn't mean for you to barge into their life like that and try and fix everything! Who raised you?" He lets out an exasperated sigh. "You know what, I'll just go wait in your car."
As you walk into the store you briefly greet the cashier and walk to the back corner
What the hell just happened?!
You release short breaths, trying to slow your heartbeat down. What did you just do?
Why would you invite your former professors over to catch up knowing you have accomplished next to nothing in your adult life? You feel a few tears begin to run down your face but you wipe them off. Trying to ground yourself. Hesitantly you grab a basket, knowing this was going to be a long night. You shakily throw random stuff in the cart. Your mind somewhere else but nowhere at the same time.
Walking to the cash register the cashier looks at you with a surprised look on their face and sarcastically says "Is this all?"
You meet their eyes staring down at you. "Um-um no. I want these too." You throw random packs of candies and sweets on the counter.
The cashier's eyes bulk out of their head, seeing you add more onto your growing bill.
No more words are exchanged as you grab your bags and walk out the door. Rounding the corner you see Gojo leaning against his car. Slowly you walk towards him.
He jogs towards you grabbing some of the bags from your hands. "Woah there kid. What's all this?"
"Drinks."
Grabbing the receipt from your hand Gojo sees the total
"1,139 dollars?! Y/n what? Okay yeah we're going to have to talk."
A tear finds it's way out of your eye as you nod your head. "About what?"
"Everything."
He opens the back door and you climb inside hands sweaty, feeling like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
After telling him your address you tune out the world wishing you could just melt in a puddle.
Gojo sports a deep frown on his face. "You see. This is the reason I wanted to help them. Don't you understand? They spent 1,000 dollars in that store." he whispers to Nanami.
Nanami's heart skips a beat hearing how much money you spent and looks at you in the rearview mirror and sees your distraught appearance.
"I get it Gojo I do, but this is business we shouldn't be in. You broke them." he whispers back
"It was going to happen sooner or later. It was only a matter of time"
Nanami doesn't respond preferring to be left alone with his thoughts, unfortunately knowing Gojo is correct. A ticking bomb does eventually explode.
Fun fact, I cried while writing this and never touched it again because it made me feel horrible. I do want to finish it, though. Continuity errors and too much exposition is bothering me.
not my meme but you all do know about this right? It feels like it's getting buried right now and I feel like its proponents are trying to take advantage of that.
Reminder also that their definition of "radical left" is primarily people who are accepting of gender identity, desire any tightening of even one gun regulation, want to combat police corruption in any way, and don't want a border wall.
Summary: When Father Nanami found you on the church steps you only asked him for one thing, to drive a stake through your heart. Instead of granting your wish he proposes another deal, a chance to get back at the vampire who turned you: The Viscount Alexi Cordelius. Up until the moment the viscount is executed you will serve as his assistant in hunting and killing vampires. In the end, when your quest for vengeance is done, Nanami will grant you your wish to die.
As the two of you go on a journey to kill the vampire that stole your mortality the two of you will uncover the each other’s secrets and those of the feud between the church and vampires. In a life of night and drawn blood it seems the only person you can rely on is the one fated to kill you.
𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑼 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑴𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝒀 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲. Your favorite customer would always come to your shop ten minutes before closing to pick up his cases of sake. Why did he come so late? You didn't know. Though, you didn't mind either. Having the company of Asakusa's King of Destruction wasn't so bad. He didn't talk as much. Maybe a bit of flirting. But mainly, the conversations would consist of you nagging about stressful drunks that came to your shop throughout the day.
However, tonight was different from other nights.
Although Benimaru didn’t mind listening to your rants, he wanted to know more about you. He thought you deserved a breather, and sharing a bottle of sake with him was just the relief you needed. Along with something else, of course.
You told him about your childhood and why you moved to Asakusa. After losing your parents in a fire at a young age, you needed a fresh start. You heard rumors about Asakusa being lively and friendly. Since being here, those rumors have proved true. The civilians have been more than welcoming, and you appreciated that dearly. If you didn't know any better, some of them even took a liking to you. How they came into your shop with cheeks as crimson as the moon itself was very telling, and Benimaru was no exception.
The night continued with you talking and him listening, but thirty minutes into drinking, the conversation took a turn. It became more intimate. Seeing Benimaru intoxicated was not something you expected. He had this uncontrollable grin on his face that you couldn't help but think was cute. Benimaru was extremely handsome, and you would be lying if you said you weren't attracted to him. How those unique scarlet-colored irises ogled at you showed he felt the same.
He would sip on his sake, peeking past the cup to focus on how full your thighs were. Your legs were crossed invitingly, and if he looked hard enough, he could see those purple panties through the mini skirt you had on. Benimaru felt like such a pervert, but he couldn't help himself. You were intoxicatingly sexy. He admired your fiery spirit and how you would match his energy. But at times, he would even become bashful of your direct flirting.
Similar to right now.
Something about the substance in your system gave you the courage to walk toward him and sit on his lap to run your fingers through his ink-colored locks. Benimaru had no complaints about your current actions, and how he pulled your legs over to straddle him said so. His hand rested on the small of your back, using his other to continue to drink his sake. You exchanged bedroom eyes while your mouths ghosted over each other's, inches away from locking lips.
You felt his hardened erection against your clothed pussy to make it known that it needed some affection. You shifted your body slightly to get more comfortable, but really you wanted to tease him. A pool of wetness formed in your garments, and you knew it was leaking through. Your fingers began descending onto his cheeks, soft tips caressing his flesh, causing him to shiver. And throughout this all, Benimaru never broke eye contact.
He was mesmerized by your beauty. From the ochre of your complexion to the kink of your coils. Your thick figure that he currently had the opportunity to feel. He could only imagine how perfect you would feel wrapped around him. Blood rushed to his face just thinking about it, and soon his thoughts would become real.
“What’s on your mind, Beni?” you whispered.
“You’re so damn pretty.”
“Oh? Hm, why thank you. You’re not too bad yourself, but tell me—what’s really on your mind? I know he’s telling me, but I want to hear it from you.” And by he, you meant his cock that wouldn’t stop growing against you.
“So you noticed?”
“How couldn’t I notice? I know you feel how wet my pussy is. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t always get like this every time I see you.”
He sipped on his sake, pressing his hand on your back to push you closer to his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“Hm, I guess the liquor is giving me courage.”
“Doesn’t seem like enough because you haven’t kissed me yet,” he sassed.
The smile on your face was coy before giving him kitten licks on his lips. But he didn't have the patience to play games. He cuffed your jaw, forcing it open to plunge his tongue into the back of your throat. The taste of the lingering toxicants in your mouth caused him to groan in despair. Benimaru set aside his cup of sake without parting lips to snake his arms around your thick waist. He shifted in his seat to sit up straight, to which you slightly bounced, hissing from feeling the friction of his clothed cock.
You began to grind your hips onto his, hoping to cum from the small yet effective action. Your slender fingers became lost in his silk hair while locking lips. It's been a long since you last had sex, and you wanted nothing more than to fuck Benimaru Shinmon in your shop. Your actions were filled with hunger. Nipping on his bottom lip. Sucking the taste off his tongue. You wanted all of him. And you were going to get what you wanted.
The fervent kiss was filled with sexual desire. An emotion you both shared, along with electricity spreading throughout your bodies. Once leaving a few more smooches, his lips descended to your neck to suck on your flesh. The aroma of strawberry milk tickled his nose. You smelled so fucking sweet. It drove Asakusa's King of Destruction insane. His hands comforted your breasts, fondling and squeezing your nipples through your thin tank top. You let out a soft moan, being rather pleased, but you needed more.
"Shit. Just fuck me already, Beni," you purred, resting your hands on his neck to pull him closer. You were so damn desperate for his cock, and it was clear based on you dry-humping him.
He continued to leave wet kisses along your skin, finally shoving his hand underneath your shirt to feel the pebbled flesh of your breast. “How badly do you want my dick inside of you? Tell me, Y/N.”
“Ngh, so badly. I want you to fuck me good and make me cum.”
“Let me hear you beg for it,” he demanded.
“Benimaru, please. Please, I need you now.” Regardless of you sounding pathetic, like a bitch in heat, begging for his dick, you’d continue to do so until you get it.
He cuffed your chin to have you look at him, ghosting over your lips. “Hm, atta girl—but not like this. You don’t deserve to get fucked in a shop. I want to take my fucking you on a futon, but I have an idea.”
You pouted, looking up through your lashes. “And what’s that?”
“Come warm me up.”
Knowing what he meant, you returned your lips to his, vigorously kissing him while unstrapping his trousers to free his needy friend. Intensity was filled between you, eager to have his cock inside you, and once you felt him, you were not disappointed.
Your tongues remained intertwining while your hand wrapped around his length to give it a few pumps. You looked down, softly cursing from seeing that angry mushroom-tip cock oozing precum. He was bigger than you imagined. His girth. His length. That thick fucking vein that stood out on the side. It was so damn pretty. The whore in you just wanted to get on your knees and suck him off—but you'll save that for another time.
Without waiting any further, Benimaru hiked up your skirt to pull your panties to the side. He stood up to grab his cock to rub his head against your clit. He admired the pornographic sound of your stirred wetness and you nearly trembling from his touch. Seeing you beg for him did something to an ego he thought he didn't have.
“Benimaru, please. Just put it in already,” you whined.
“Impatient, are we?”
He aligned with your entrance to tenderly push himself inside of you. Benimaru watched how your brows drew together, plush two-toned lips parted from feeling the pressure of his tip. Your body stiffened, but he held you in place to ghost over your ears to say,
“Relax, Y/N—I got you.”
And with that being said, he bullied your hole until your cunt wrapped around him effortlessly. You dug your nude manicured nails into his shoulders while a lingering moan of his name slipped through your lips. His cock was too damn big, but he managed. Despite that, your walls were still resisting him.
His hand returned to your chin to give you sloppy smooches. As he continued to massage your lips with his own, he returned, sitting on the chair, purposely with the intent to have you bounce on him. A wail erupted from the pit of your stomach. Feeling all eight inches of Benimaru inside of you was a lot. You pressed your forehead onto his, doing your best to take him, but the girth of his cock wasn't making it easy.
He gave you kisses on your face, crooning how he knows you can take it. Benimaru could barely contain himself. Your pussy was so fucking wet—so tight. Maybe he did want to fuck you right now? No. He'll be patient. But for now, he needed to make sure you were okay.
“Are you okay, Y/N? Tell me how you feel, pretty girl,” he soothed.
You nodded. “I’m—I’m good. You’re just so big, Beni.”
“I know, but you were begging for this, remember? You wanted my cock deep inside of you.”
You did, and you were going to take it. You threw your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss once more. You lifted your body from his length to sink down on his cock. His tip instantly met with your cushion, at which you both exchanged sounds of pleasure in your mouths. Your pussy swallowed Beni. The warmth alone could make him cum, but he was determined to last as long as possible.
Your heated juices coated his cock as the lewd noises of your obnoxiously swirling tongues bounced off the walls of your shop. You moved your hands to cuff his face the more intense kissing became. How you sensually bit down on his lips caused him to groan, gripping your waist tightly to bury himself balls deep. Like the sly fox you are, you attempted to move on his cock. However, Benimaru wasn't having it. Not because he didn't want you to. He knew even one movement you made, he would cum on cue.
That’s what good pussy does to you.
“Y/N—Don’t tempt me.”
“I wanna cum, Beni,” you whimpered.
“Oh? Is that so?” He gave you one more smooch before resting his back comfortably in the chair. He told you not to move, but you were convinced he kept doing these subtle movements to stuff himself further. Never did you expect Benimaru Shinmon to be a fucking tease. “Be a good slut and use me to make yourself cum. Play with your pussy, and don’t look away either.”
The demand in your voice caused you to clench around him. You tried to return your lips to his, but he pulled his face back, standing firm on what he said about watching you cum. Your fingers made their way down to your throbbing bud to flick it intensely, hoping to chase your release. As instructed, you held contact with those crimson irises that matched in color to the heat that ran across his cheeks. You used your other hand to free your perfectly sagged tits to toy with your nipples, and it was an action that had Benimaru twitching in your pussy.
He rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb before placing his fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, but you instinctively began sucking on his fingers. Gosh, you were fucking hot, and Benimaru couldn't agree more. You were such a good slut for him. He refused to allow this night to end here, thinking he would take you back to your place and fuck you well. He knew he was supposed to observe you while you played with yourself. Though, he couldn't help but throw his head from feeling your cunt pulsating around him.
“B-Beni, look at me. I-I’m about to cum,” you stammered, recklessly rubbing your clit.
“Do you understand how good you feel, Y/N? This pussy is so damn warm and wet. And you look so pretty. Fuck, I’m about to cum with you.”
Benimaru abruptly stood up to gently place your back on a table near you, returning his lips to you one last time before nutting. Forget wanting to watch you cum. He needed to taste the sweetness of your whimpers in his mouth. He shooed away your hand on your bud to use his own to vigorously massage it. With every flick he took, your back deepened its arch, and you further clenched around him. Your moans increased in volume due to the applied pressure on your clit—your climax was now here, and Benimaru was right behind you.
“You’re squeezing so tightly, Y/N,” he rasped.
“Because I’m cumming, Beni. R-Rub my clit harder—please.”
Your eyes rolled back as you released your tensions, fully decorating Benimaru with your cream that kept his cock perfectly as he requested. Even after cumming, arousal burns throughout your body. Your walls fluttered and contracted, clenching and unclenching around him.
He felt like he was on edge. His cock kept twitching uncontrollably, and not too long after you, he came himself. Benimaru didn't have enough time to pull out, but honestly, you had no complaints about him flooding you with his cum. The shared heat of your cunt and his bitters were the perfect temperatures. For months, he dreamt of you wrapping around his cock, and he was sure to cherish this moment.
You watched as he lolled his head while still balls deep in your pussy. You shared steady breaths and a final moan once he pulled his now soft member out of you. He fixed your panties back in place, so his seeds didn't spill between your thighs, but based on how stuffed you felt, you knew they would regardless. He fixed his trousers before lifting you by your waist, returning to the chair to where he gave you soft kisses.
“You did so well, pretty girl. Now, come on. Let me take you home so I can fuck you.”
heyy idk if you do requests but if you do, can you PLEASE do plug!eren or plug!connie actually using or aiming his glock at someone 😩 n y/n gets so turned on
hello bb the answer to both your questions is yes!!! requests are always open but i might take a while to get to them <\3 btw idk why i make jean the villain in almost every eren fic i write i literally love him sm
this is 18+///cw include: black coded reader, drug usage, slight possessiveness, MAJOR GUN KINK, kinda cervix fucking, more bad writing
it was very rare for eren to use his glock ever. yes he was a dealer but he tried to keep the violence of that lifestyle out of his and your lives. your safety was his top priority and he’d be damned if you got hurt because of something that had to do with him, but of course the one time he had to use it you were with him witnessing everything.
everything was going perfect. the two of you were walking back from the park blazed and full from the sandwiches and other snacks you packed for your picnic. eren had his arm wrapped around your shoulders while yours was wrapped around his waist, your other hand swinging the small wicker basket you used to carry the food back and forth.
“aye eren!” you heard someone yell instantly feeling eren tense up. you looked to the side but eren kept you straight picking up his walking pace, “just keep walking” he spoke in a hushed tone pulling your body incredibly close to his. “what you ignoring me now jaeger? what’s the rush to get home?” you heard the person yell once again and now you were beginning to worry.
you’d never seen eren be so skittish before and it made the uneasy feeling in your stomach grow bigger by the second, increasing tenfold when you realized these people had no intentions of leaving you alone. “what do you want jean?” eren spoke in a monotone voice never once looking over or stopping his fast face. you nearly tripped over you feet when you heard eren say the persons name. eren was a very unproblematic man never being the one to entertain pointless arguments, but there was something about jean that made eren want to pop a cap in his every time he heard his voice.
“heard you were talking a lot a shit, there something you need to say to my face playboy?” eren could’ve easily handled this by pulling him out the car and beat his ass but he held himself back, fearing that this side you’ve never seen of him would be too much to handle. eren made a vow to himself one night after the two of you smoked —still friends and still getting acquainted— that he would never involve you in this life. the thought of any of the sketchy weirdos he’s met making you uncomfortable makes him homicidal to say the least.
“nothing that i already haven’t said to your face playboy now if you don’t mind i’m busy,” your heart was now beating incredibly fast and your mind was racing a mile a minute you hadn’t even noticed the bruising grip eren now had on your arm. jean kissed his teeth looking you up and down, “oh i see…this your bitch here? why don’t you send her my way when you’re done i like em’ thick too.” eren stopped dead in this tracks whipping your body behind him as he turned toward jeans car and that’s when you felt it. the glock 43 you thought he usually kept in his glove box or safe tucked behind his back.
“fuck did you say?” eren asked his voice dropping two octaves. at this point all he could see was red. it was one thing to roll up on a man and his woman but it was a whole other thing to lust after her and call her a bitch right in front of his face.
“i said send your bitch my way when you’re done.”
it all happened so fast. one minute to you holding onto eren for dear life, the next you were pushed away eren now holding the glock right in jeans face. it was a clean shot right between the eyes. now of course eren knew better knowing jean wasn’t even worth the murder charge, but jean didn’t know that. “woah woah- hey i was just playin’ eren!” the smirk jean was once sporting now gone and replaced with a look of pure fear. “i tried giving you a chance to leave but you never know when to quit to do you?” eren chuckled dryly his index finger resting lightly on the trigger.
jean didn’t even get a chance to respond before eren told him to get the fuck on leaving an obnoxious tire screech behind him. the ringing in his ears had stopped his attention now solely focused on making sure you were okay. eren tucked the glock away once more turning to you, “i’m sorry i did that he just gets on my nerves so fucking bad and then him calling you a bitch just-“ he was cut off by you bringing him in for a soul searing kiss. “it’s okay eren really, thank you for sticking up for me” you gave him another kiss lightly sucking on his bottom lip.
eren chuckled grabbing you lightly by your jaw, “don’t tell me that shit got you in the mood” he asked in a teasing tone running his thumb over your lips. “maybe just a little” you giggled pressing a small kiss to his thumb before taking it into your mouth lightly sucking. “oh really? let’s get you home then i’ll take care of you ma.”
not even 20 minutes later eren had you bent over on the couch in his apartment moaning and whining like a bitch in heat. “erennn” you whimpered bringing a hand back to push against his pelvis but eren just smacked your hand away with his free hand while the other held blunt. after the jean situation eren needed to regroup and what better way to do that than pussy and a blunt???
he glanced at the glock that sat on the coffee table a sadistic smirk gracing his kiss swollen lips. eren grabbed you by your throat pushing your body flush against his chest, “hold this for me will you?” he asked setting the blunt between your lips. suddenly you felt something hard and cold press against the side of your head and you immediately knew what it was. “oh shit you like that huh? felt you get real tight around me,” he grunted snatching the blunt from your trembling lips. “y-yes i love it” you sighed dreamily moving your hips to meet his shallow thrusts.
eren set the blunt in a nearby ashtray before wrapping his hand around your throat while the hand holding the glock pressed it harder against your head. “god what do you think people would say if they found out you get turned on watching me threaten people with this? or how you’re on the verge of cumming just from me holding it to your fucking head huh?” you didn’t even have an answer to his question not because you were too embarrassed to answer, but because the combination of his tip brushing against your cervix, the glock against your head, and his rough grip on your neck left you a brainless drooling mess.
you were slightly brought back into reality when you felt the cool metal of the glock press against your lips, immediately opening your mouth to let him slide it in. “i know how much you like when i do this so go ‘head baby suck it like it’s my dick,” eren chuckled darkly nibbling on the lobe of your ear. your knees were becoming terribly weak and if it wasn’t for eren holding you up by your neck you would’ve fallen fast first into the couch cushions.
four orgasms later eren had finally let up giving you a break before he started the next round. he was now ok his back while you sat on his dick, a blunt being passed between the two of you. “suck it one more time f’me wanna get this shit on camera,” he giggled taking a hit of the blunt while his other hand held his phone. “okay okay since you asked so nicely,” you happily grabbed the glock once more licking it from the bottom of the barrel to the top suckling on the tip of it like you would his cock.
eren zoomed in on the way your plush lips sucked on the glock, swirling your tongue around it extra slowly making his dick twitch. you let go of the barrel with a lewd pop noise before setting it aside once more a bashful smile making its way onto your face.
˚‧ ✰ ˓ ˖ SECRET-GO-ROUND | ˚｡ nanami kento x female reader ᨀ minors do not interact˓˓WORD COUNT ᨀ 7.8k˓˓ furueru kuchibiru!retelling, college!au, professor!nanami, uni student!reader, bratty!reader, age gap (nanami is in mid/late 30s, reader is in 20s), teacher-student relationships, carnival dates, a sprinkle of fluff 'n' angst, public sex, unprotected sex, blowjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, quickie on a ferris wheel, creampies, money shots, sensei kink, anal play, fingering, degradation + reader is a lil manipulative.
@SYNOPSIS ᨀ kento is in a secret relationship with his student, but when he loses a bet to her, he has to take her on their first date in public.
@SATORHIME SAID ᨀ this is my first long fic since the spring and i'm so excited for u to read it !! (/ε＼*) i hope u babies enjoy this nasty lil piece i cooked up in my candy store MWAH !!
nanami kento is a hypocrite.
he demands professionalism and punctuality from his students and he does not believe in making mistakes that can be avoided in life. his entire day would be ruined if he walked down a sidewalk and stepped in chewing gum when he could have taken the train, yet he detests tardiness. he grimaces at late assignments, typos in emails, and clucks his tongue at mispronounced words during oral presentations, even though, out of every faculty member and student at the university, he may be the one making the biggest mistake of them all.
it's surprising because nanami conforms to the standard. he studied law because he respected the structure of rules and resonated with upholding order and justice. he takes the moral high ground above his immature colleagues who refuse to grow up even though they're well past the age of thirty. much to nanami's delight, they stopped inviting him out on weekends because he couldn't stop sneering in disgust at their conversation, threatening to report toji, satoru, and suguru after they attempted to coax him into their long running competition of letting their good looks and expensive doctorates seduce starry-eyed students into fucking them for sport; tallying up each other's scores from their game like athletes every monday morning.
but yes, nanami kento is still a hypocrite.
because he is the only one with a student walking around his apartment half-naked right now.
of course, nanami knows better than that. he barely dated through his long years of school, too focused on hanging up degree after degree in his parents’ living room to have time for anything more than a couple of flings and failed dates. and now four years into his tenure, a brilliant professor with a heap of accolades under his designer belt, he fell in love with you, his pretty little student.
he doesn’t know how it happened when the two of you are complete opposites— nanami is a jaded homebody that rejects human interaction and you are a firecracker full of energy in constant need of his attention. it wasn't even supposed to happen, but it's been a downward spiral of forbidden feelings since that one fucking evening you stayed behind after class to discuss your law research paper with him. you'd ended up hitting it off— you found nanami handsome, confident, and easy to talk to. confiding in him about your worries over getting good grades and making your family proud, and somehow that conversation ended with you being fucked over his desk for the first time. in truth, he had expected you to have your fill of a fantasy you wanted to play out and skip onto the next after that, but you didn’t seem to care about any of the other boys who looked at you around campus.
instead, you were satisfied with wriggling your way into his heart, one swish of your plush hips at a time.
you’ve wriggled your way into his home as well, peeking your head curiously into his bedroom now. you find nanami still asleep on his back— his legs tangled in the bamboo sheets and one muscled arm thrown across his handsome features, shielding his eyes from the light beams. your eyes rove over his shirtless form, the morning sun illuminating the chiseled grooves of his toned abs— catching onto the fine dusting of golden hairs over his adonis belt. though he ignores the silly effect he has on you and the other students, your professor is easily the most beautiful man on campus and you could stare at him all day.
but not right now. a pout shapes your lips in disappointment because you rarely see nanami anymore. he’s busier than ever now between classes starting back up at the university, the cases he handles at the firm, and writing his faculty book. today is the first day he’s been free in almost a month, and he plans on sleeping the entire day away? that won’t do.
you tiptoe into the room, crawling onto the pillowy mattress to straddle nanami’s narrow hips. the warm weight rouses him, but his eyes remained shut, a soft groan rumbling behind his ribcage.
“it’s too early for you to be in my lap, little love,” his voice is rough and syrupy with sleep, making you suck your bottom lip into your mouth at the sound of it— but you’re determined not to let his attractiveness ruin your plan for the day. “come on, get off.”
“well, it’s too late for you to still be in bed, damn it,” you huff, peeling his arm away from his face to cup his cheeks. you watch as horizontal lines appear in his forehead, and you hurry to continue, “today is your day off, kento-sensei. i was thinking.. maybe- let’s go out on a date!”
nanami’s café au lait eyes flicker open with a speed that startles you, fixed on your pretty face. you’re wearing his shirt and there’s a pillow mark on your cheek, hair messy from sleep. he feels his chest cave in because there’s nothing he wants more than to take you out to see the world and share your beauty with it. instead, a weary sigh exhales from his nostrils and it sounds like a declination.
“you’re going to say no, aren’t you?”
“yes, you know that we cannot be seen together. what will you do if someone recognizes one of us?”
“we’re a couple, aren’t we? why are you always so worried about someone seeing us. c’mon, kento-sensei- i want to go to the carnival that's in town. we can even wear disguises!” you try reasoning with him melodramatically, but kento simply shakes his head at your antics.
“i’m sorry, love, but there is too much at stake, for the both of us,” nanami says, squeezing your hip in apology. you frown— you hate being coddled by him.
“too much at stake? like your tenure? is that really the most important thing to you?”
“i won’t have this conversation again,” he clips sternly, propping his torso up on one elbow to narrow his sharp eyes at you. “when your classmates start rumors about you fucking me for extra credit, will going out on a date really be worth that? i’m thinking about your reputation, not mine.”
“i don’t want you to think of my reputation, i want you to treat me like your woman,” you roll your eyes. it’s always the same argument. while nanami is content to hide your relationship in shaded alcoves and apartments with the curtains drawn, you want to love him openly. to run errands with him and sit in sunny windows at cute little cafés with him— to not have to lie at sleepovers with your friends when they ask who is the one who is making you so happy.
nanami’s silence is degrading, frustration simmering up in your chest. a deeper frown twists your features as you reach for a fluffy feather pillow, gripping both ends and swinging it down— aiming right for nanami’s head.
he knocks the pillow away easily, unamused. “what are you, an infant?”
“argh, you’re so annoying. fine then, have it your way!” you grumble, but then your big doe eyes glint mischievousness in them. nanami can only watch with a lifted brow as you reach for the buttons of your (his) shirt, unbuttoning them quickly with trembling hands. your heart picks up to thump excitedly as you slip one side of the shirt apart, letting the fabric pool in the crook of your elbow— revealing pebbled nipples to your professor’s confused eyes. you gently cup one of your breasts teasingly, a minx. “let’s do it this way instead.”
“and what way is that? are you trying to bribe me, young lady?” he snorts, but his eyes flicker down to the soft swell of your breasts, the knot in his throat bobbing as he swallows.
you nibble your lip as you sit on your knees between his legs to paw the sheets covering his hips out of the way.
“obviously my bribery’s working since you’re already hard,” you tease in a saccharinely sweet voice. kento prefers sleeping in expensive silks with nothing underneath so your eyes are immediately drawn to the very visible print of his erection. you cup the bulge of his cock gently, palming it against your hand— little cunt pulsing greedily as you feel it twitch under your touch, nanami hissing under his breath.
the pit of his stomach lurches traitorously because he knows what your mushy little brain is up to— whenever he refuses to let you get your way, you’ll be reaching to hold his cock in your hand as if it is a genie that can grant all of your wishes.
one of these days, you will drive him insane.
especially when you’re humming sweetly as if you're folding laundry, hooking your thumbs under the waistband of his pajamas and tugging them down to his ankles. the heavy strain of his cock plops against his abdomen. you grab for it, marveling at how tiny your hand looks compared to it. honestly, nanami’s cock is just so fucking pretty to you that you long to tell all of your girlfriends about it— thick and weighty, a little darker than his body with a dusky tip that leaks so much. maybe you would leave out the detail that without proper preparation, his cock stretches you out painfully. tears and snot and limps in your walk whenever he fucks you.
“oh, it’s leaking,” you simper breathlessly, throat running dry.
“don’t be crass,” he scolds, but you ignore him to stare in wonderment at the way the bulbous head is drooling precum in a steady trickle, smearing over your hand as your thumb rubs against a thick vein. you go slippery, wet between the thighs at the thought of sucking it into your mouth, basking in the way his hips give a little jolt as you touch him. but other than that, he regards you with a flat look. “so what are you planning, hmm? tell me.”
“i want to make a bet with you,” you lower your face until you’re level with his crotch, opening up and lolling your cherry tongue out invitingly. nanami inhales a serrated breath as your soft lips sucks the tip of his cock into your little mouth, sampling his taste.
“how about this?” you continue, fluttering your lashes as you breathe in the masculine scent of his cock. he tastes good, sweet precum bursting over your tastebuds as you pause to swipe your tongue into the slit. you can't even wait, suckling down on the tip greedily, pausing between licks to speak. “if you can keep yourself from cumming until.. eleven ‘o clock then i’ll drop the idea of going on a date, but if you can’t… you have to take me to the street carnival. pretty please?”
he pauses to think about it for the longest, and you roll your eyes, scraping your teeth ever so lightly against the underside of his length to bring his attention back to you, earning a dirty look in reward.
“i’m offended you think i’ll lose,” he snorts, but the way his hips kick as you kitten lick over the slit of his tip makes you smile. you're already winning. “i’m an adult, little darling. i know how to control myself.”
“oh yeah?” you coo, challenging him by tilting your head down with an open mouth, warm and wet on the wide girth of nanami’s cock— drawing him in against hollowed cheeks, lathering him down in saliva that smells like mint and morning coffee. you reel back, hard on the pull up before slurping him back down in a slow mouth fuck.
he tosses his head back with a deep huff from his nostrils, hand twitching on the bed. sometimes you hate how quiet nanami is. on some nights, after he is forced to watch boys flirt with you around campus while you’re dressed in tiny little shorts and slutty little skirts, he’ll toss you on his mattress and fuck filthy lies into you about sitting you on his cock in front of all 40 students in his course and claiming you as his girl, growling in your ear until you’re splashing his sheets with cum and crying into his shoulder because you want it so bad. but during times when you’re being bratty, he never rewards your bad behavior with the praise you work on your knees for.
you briefly glance at the clock on the nightstand.
10:32 AM
“gonna cum yet, nanami-sensei?” you tease on the release, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a wet pop, glistening in your spit. you smile up at him with precum on your teeth, blinking coquettishly as you let his cock plop against his abdomen, flattening your tongue to lick long stripes up and down the length of his cock. “it’s okay if you want to let go of it, i’ll catch every last drop of your cum.”
“i’m not going to fucking cum,” nanami snaps, gritting his jaw. his eyes are narrowed and though he looks unimpressed and obstinate, he frays at the seams. “are you so hungry that you’ll eat my cum? stop this childishness and i’ll make you breakfast then.”
“mm-! that won’t work,” you giggle at his weak attempt, before sinking your mouth back down on his cock, nose buried in the sandy hairs around the base. digging your fingernails into the olive skin at his thighs when the tip of his cock bumps against your fleshy throat, gagging around him as you struggle to swallow around the thickness lodged in your throat. mouth too small to accommodate the size of his fat girth. your cheeks are so cute, too— chubby with the strain, but you’re determined, even as thick precum drools down the back of your tongue and you choke, gurgling and flexing your tongue to greedily swallow it down.
he’s always sensitive in the morning, waking up with his stiff erection pressed shamefully between your ass cheeks so you know exactly how to work him, a sweltering suction around his leaking cock. burning hot pleasure right into the pit of his gut. his fingers fist in the sheets and he looks so fucking ruined in the morning sun with his jaw slacked, neck blotchy and bursting with veins from the strain of holding off his grunts of pleasure— holding off his cum too. “j-jesus fuck, love. that’s it-”
this time, nanami is the one desperately searching for the red glare of the alarm clock, eyes wildly reading the numbers.
10:47 AM
thirteen minutes left. if he can just—
“don’t pretend you don’t feel good, kento-sensei,” you giggle as you reel back to breathe, swirling your tongue over the tip of his sticky cock. he grunts, his hips jolting desperately. “i know all of your weak spots, after all.”
the law professor bristles, panting as he glares down at you.
“don’t look at me like that… i just wanna make you feel good,” your aggressiveness isn't new to him. though usually you’re gooey in the head, on your back with legs splayed, letting him do whatever he wants to you— there are times like right now when you’re dipping further down to suck on his balls, weighty and full with cum, sending nanami’s hips into a frenzy. his hard cock slaps against your forehead as his hips jerk up, but you wrap your hand around it— pumping him quickly.
“fuck, i…”
“duh-oh, i’m running oush of time,” you mumble as you suck greedily on one of his balls, watching the clock.
10:57 AM
“what are you-”
“you liked it when i did this, right sensei?” you hum, melodic voice like a siren on a shipwrecked shore, luring him in. devilish mouth smiling sweet as you’re committing sin, lowering further to play your dirty tricks on him— spreading one of nanami’s ass cheeks apart to swirl your tongue around the rim of his hole at the same time you squeeze his cock painfully.
“d-don’t, darling. fuck… you’re going to make me-”
his reaction is immediate, a big fist twisting in your hair to shove your head away from him but it’s too late. above you, nanami punches out a grunt that sounds ruined, the spongy wetness of your tongue teasing at his puckered hole combined with your firm hand pumping his cock in a steady rhythm is too much. he loses the bet with the back of his head shoved into the pillow, thighs twitching from the shocks of pleasure as long ropes of cum splashes onto your face in white strings, dripping wet down your cheeks.
when he shoves your head away, you sit back on your heels— beaming up at him with the prettiest smile of triumph, covered in his cum.
“that’s that,” you tease, “should i wear my white or pink dress?”
“we’re only staying for a short while,” nanami announces with an exasperated sigh, even as he fastens the neon pink unlimited rides! armband around your wrist. when he finishes, you beam and hook your hand into the crook of his arm— scoping out the attractions. “where do you want to go first?”
the last day of the traveling carnival is crowded. an annual late summer tradition in your city, it never fails to draw out the numbers on weekends. lovesick couples share kisses, dining on overpriced treats. exhausted families push around strollers with wailing babies inside of them while teenagers shove each other in the queues for thrill rides, pop music blasting through the speakers. it’s a risk, the kind of location nanami would have avoided for a first official date with his student, for fuck’s sake, but he hates seeing your looks of disappointment.
he much prefers the way you look right now— drunk on the scent of buttery popcorn and sugary cotton candy— a devastating figment of his dreams, dressed in a little white chiffon sundress that whirls around your thighs with each movement. your eyes twinkling in glee behind the shades perched on your nose at the colorful tents, fast rides, and rows of sideshows.
“let’s try out one of the sideshows first?” you suggest, pointing excitedly to the striped canopy stalls lined up on one row of the carnival, adorable prizes sitting on shelves behind carnies enticing passersby to try their luck at strength tests, shooting games, hook-a-duck and skeeball for cheap prices. “you could use a win after this morning.”
“does that mouth of yours ever know how to be quiet?” nanami wonders wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose out of habit as rosy flush creeps above the collar of his shirt. “lead the way if you’re finished making fun of me.”
rolling your eyes, you tug him by the arm over to a shooting range. colorful balloons line up in many neat rows. the carnie behind the stall brightens up at new victims, his smile missing several teeth as he gestures to the game— holding up a handful of sharp darts in invitation.
“good evenin’, good evenin’ to the lovely couple! interested in trying your luck in pop-a-balloon? all ya hafta do is aim and throw. hitting five red ones in a row wins the largest prizes,” he markets, “yer fella looks like he’s got a good arm on ‘em too. whaddya say?”
“it’s an obvious scam they’re running. the red ones are the smallest,” kento points out under his breath, but you shoot a glare at him, nudging him forward. he sighs, reaching into the back pocket of his shorts to retrieve his wallet, slapping a crisp ten on the wooden counter. “fine.”
“good choice! take these darts ‘n’ give it yer best shot, buddy,” the carnie pockets the bill, handing the darts to nanami and stepping safely out of the way.
“alright, which one do you want, darling?”
“the big one,” you grin.
“of course you do,” the male purses his lips, folding up the sleeves of his shirt before he takes the darts. it’s attractive the way his forehead creases, concentration narrowing his eyes behind his green tinted sunglasses. he knows games like this are rigged, but that doesn’t stop him from carefully analyzing the balloons because you want the prize and he’ll do anything for you. it’s easy math, calculating the distance between his stance and the target wall— stretching a visual line across the tiny red balloons.
the first dart strikes out, bursting the balloon with a startling pop. you clap your hands happily in support, a greedy pang of want twinging in your lower belly as you watch his biceps ripple with the movement as the rest of the balloons bursts easily until he's out of darts— game over.
“congrats, man, y’ didn’t embarrass yer girl,” the carnie jokes, but you can tell he isn’t happy about the quick and easy win. “which one d’ you want, miss? top’s yours to choose from.”
“that one,” your eyes sparkle, pointing to the large pompompurin prize in that adorable little suit. you’re handed the fat plush that dwarfs your frame, squeezing it to your body in delight. “it looks like you, nanamin!”
“oh? should i be worried about the competition?”
“please, no one can ever replace you.”
you say it with a teasing smile, but nanami hates the way his heart stutters, even as his mind screams that he isn’t supposed to be here with you, entertaining your girlish affections, in love with you beyond repair.
but as the sun relaxes the sky into a dreamsicle orange, so does the weight on nanami’s shoulders. he still keeps his eyes sharp for familiar bodies, but he finds it harder to resist your energy— letting you take his hand to drag him around the rest of the carnival grounds to various attractions. spending his money on sticky cotton candy, powdery funnel cake and customized couple items. forcing him to accompany you on your favorite rides, too— rollercoasters and carousels and tilt-a-whirls until the two of you are dizzy and windswept.
“you looked relaxed,” you hum over the noise of thrill ride chains clanking together and carefree laughter in the background, tucked comfortably under kento’s arm as the two of you wait behind three other couples in the queue for the ferris wheel— your favorite and final stop before the date finally ends.
“i don’t have to work today,” he replies dryly, but his thin lips quirk up as if he wants to smile.
“that’s the only reason? ken, you’re so boring.”
you really have a terrible habit of not letting him finish his sentences, he thinks.
“wah, i wish we could do this everyday!” you cheer, cuddled up against nanami’s warm side as the ferris wheel begins to move, ascending higher into the sky as the large capsules sway in the breeze calmly.
nanami simply nods in reply as he stares out of the window of the enclosed gondola, the giant pompompurin he won for you balanced comically on one of his knees. the view is breathtaking from up here. people strolling around the carnival grow smaller, the winking lights on top of the tents nothing more than tiny fireflies in the late summer night from this height. so high above the world who would judge you, it’s easy to forget decorum and feel like a normal couple.
it even has kento completely at ease, sighing peacefully and believing that nothing could ruin the peaceful moment of bliss between the two of you up here—
until the ride jeers and jolts to a hard stop, swinging the capsules violently.
you hear a crackling noise from the speaker attached to one of the beams.
“attention all ride passengers!” the teenager operating the ride speaks into the staticky intercom with mildly contained panic. “we’re experiencing a malfunction and will have the ride working after a short while. please remain seated and do not open your capsule door. thank you!”
“just grand,” nanami purses his lips in disapproval before his eyes slide over to you, reaching over to draw you closer. “are you alright?”
but where he expects to be met with your apprehension, your answering smile is a twinkling constellation of giddiness and opportunity. after all, how could you be afraid when you’re stuck at the top of the world with the most attractive man born into it? looking at him right now means thinking of nothing else anyway. he looks good out of a suit with the outdoors on him— hair mussed up and sweat staining his pristine white linen shirt. you think about earlier today when you whined at him about lacking romance until he agreed to eat cotton candy from your fingertips, melted sugar crusted against your digits as nanami licked and suckled obscenely on purpose until your panties were embarrassingly damp.
knowing this date out in the open with him will likely be your last, you plan on making the best of it until the very end.
“h-hey, sensei?” you call for him, warmth blooming over your cheeks at the sudden idea pushing to the forefront of your mind.
“mhm?”
“didn’t seeing me in this pretty dress today make you want to fuck me?”
“don’t flatter yourself, darling,” he replies flippantly, but you don’t miss the sharp intake of breath that rattles through the quiet gondola that betrays his answer. you looked like an angel of sin the entire day in your little white dress. how many times did that fucking hem flutter above your thighs in the wind as you carelessly bounced around, giving him a flash of your cotton panties? how many times did he have to yank it down before another man got a look at his girl— “i hardly noticed it.”
“i could show you now,” you hum softly, never satiated. you rest your chin on his shoulder, fingers playing along the top of his thigh. “you could fuck me right here and no one would know. we’ll be here for a while…”
“you force me to come on this date with you during my day off, now you want sex too? you’ve been hanging around frat boys too much,” he deadpans, but his cock twitches in traitorous interest against his inner thigh at your nasty little proposition. it’s hardly appropriate and he shouldn’t allow you to crawl onto your knees and plop right into his lap, but nanami can never find the willpower to deny you whenever you desire something that he can provide. “need i remind you that we’re in public? what are you-”
“don’t be mean to me, sensei. i didn’t get to cum this morning, you know,” you whine childishly with a blubbery pout to goad him. you’ve always been insatiable and greedy, the simple thought of being stuck at the top of a ferris wheel with nothing else to do but wait to be rescued swirling a lusted ache into your cunt for him, needy and pulsing.
“if we would’ve stayed home per my suggestion, i would’ve taken care of this here,” he tuts, his voice clipped and hard as he gestures to the way you’re already squirming against his thigh. “you just can’t wait for me, can you? even after class, you always have to sit on my cock before we get home. what am i going to do with you?”
“i-i can’t help it,” you bundle the hem of your dress against your hips as you lean back, the center of your panties soaked and sticky wet between your puffy lips. he can’t see the damp patch waiting there for him, but he can feel it. wetting the cloth of his shorts down where you squirm and wriggle. the lights on the beams of the ferris wheel rotate into the gondola, flashing neon rainbows across your and nanami’s features in the quiet dark, allowing you to see the way his honey brown eyes darken to black.
“stop thinking so much for once and pass the time with me,” you continue, purring the words against his neck. you move closer, your breasts pressed up against the damp linen of his shirt as you run your tongue over the sharp cut of his jawline, inhaling the spicy scent of his sweat and tom ford aftershave. your next move is the last bit of convincing he needs, fingers slipping between the gap of your bodies to palm the fat line of his growing erection. “y-you’ll fuck me, right nanami?”
nanami grits his teeth as he feels his cock thicken in arousal, staving off a groan. his fingertips itch with the desire to touch you. he doesn’t know what has the biggest affect on him right now— the high altitude, the memory of your cute little throat struggling to swallow around him first thing in the morning, or just you in general. wearing a sundress shorter than some of his work shirts and begging him to fuck you on a ferris wheel.
“come here, pretty little thing,” nanami murmurs huskily, squishing his big fingers into your soft cheeks to draw your lips to his for a kiss. he never fails to make stars bust behind your eyelids when he touches you— bold and bratty until you’ve gotten your way and he’s in the lead, letting you squirm on his lap. your cunt gushes at the kiss alone, warm and wet and forbidden as nanami tongues over your bottom lip— sucking it into his mouth, kissing you to a swell until you open for him obediently and he’s fully in control. searing licks of his tongue as he explores you.
the kiss is sloppy, just how you like it. challenging a clean-cut man like nanami who lives by the book into swallowing your soft whines and moans, into swapping strings of bubbly spit that tastes like cotton candy and caramel apples.
“you’re so messy, even in public,” he chides, breaking the kiss to give you room to breathe but you chase it, nipping his upper lip with your teeth hard, nanami grunting low in his chest before you soothe the sting with your tongue. he pinches your chin between his fingers, twisting your head to the side to redirect his mouth to your neck. he knows better, but you cloud his judgment— murk up the waters of his mind as he fastens his lips onto a spot against your neck, suckling at the skin until the capillaries burst and his mark blooms slow.
“o-oh-”
“you’re even messier down here, aren’t you? filthy girl, how long have you been this wet?” he groans lecherously, fitting a hand between your spread legs and his thigh so he can twist the front of your ruined cotton panties against his fist, drawing them upwards so the damp fabric wedges painfully against the seam of your unused cunt.
“that h-hurts, ken,” you whine, but it whispers off into a blissful sigh as nanami shifts the fabric, rubbing raw against your slit. with his free hand, he tugs the sweetheart neckline of your dress to press wet kisses over your chest with a hum.
“i’ve got you, darling. i’ll take care of it- make it all better,” he promises, and just as he’s about to jerk your panties to the side and put his fingers on your pussy, the intercom crackles in a tinny screech—
the two of you startle, chests heaving breathlessly and hearts thumping tandemly in erratic rhythms.
“attention all ride passengers,” the voice is unfamiliar, clearing their throats before continuing, “the ride will be back in working condition in an estimate of thirty minutes. thank you for your patience and we apologize for the inconvenience.”
thirty minutes.
“n-nanami-sensei, h-hurry up! please, before-” you whisper out in a frantic breath, fumbling for the loops of his belt to unbuckle it.
“hush, i promised i would take care of it,” he grunts, as unhurried as ever as he swoops his head down and fastens his lips around your nipple over the material of your sundress, suckling the bud until he feels it peak against his tongue, until the fabric is soaked in his spit and your pussy clenches hungrily in need. he nibbles at the bud, torturing you— pinching it between his teeth, bringing irritated tears to your eyes at the little twinges of pain. “alright now. i want you to take my cock out and rub it through your messy little slit, can you do that for me?”
“can i sit on it?” you flutter your glistening eyelashes at him as he reels back, leaning against the bench of the capsule, letting you twiddle the buttons of his shirt apart first— revealing golden skin and the ripples of his washboard abs before you continue, sliding the zipper down on his shorts. kento’s cock is fully hard when you draw it against your palm, warm and twitching when you squeeze it experimentally.
“what did i teach you? haste is the enemy of quality.”
“god, y… you’re so annoying,” the gondola is too dark to see, but you know what it looks like from memory alone. his cock bounces between the two of you, slapping against your belly button, the mushroom tip leaking foggy droplets down the thick shaft. your tongue feels like cotton in your mouth as you wrap your fingers around it firmly, spreading tacky precum as you pump him slowly.
he tugs your panties to one side as you lift up just a little, letting nanami’s cock bend along the line of his thigh— long and hard under your ass when you sit down against it. he knows that the two of you are running out of time; he can’t tease you like he does at home or in his office after hours, boring you with philosophical quotes or quizzing you with topics you don’t pay attention to in his class and forcing you to sit on his cock for hours when you answer incorrectly. drool floods your mouth at the delicious friction as you hump your pussy over his cock desperately, wetting him down in strings of slick; your puffy clit rubbing against the flared head, but it's not enough.
“n-nanami-sensei, c-c’mon, this isn’t fair-” you pant into the crook of his neck, oversensitive and strung out, swiveling your hips in a slow circle, grinding your clit down hard until it feels sore.
“what isn’t fair, little darling?” nanami chuckles in amusement, but he sounds like ruination, voice gravel on stone. he slips the straps of your sundress from your shoulders to press kisses to your heated skin. he forces the fabric down further, just until one of your nipples are exposed and he can wrap his lips around the bare skin, suckling it against his tongue. he drags his cock away from your folds, slapping it hard against the coarse curls at your mound. “you think i'm unfair because you want my cock inside you around all of these people and i won't give it to you? when will you ever learn propriety, hmm?”
“n-not ‘til you fuck it into me, kento-sensei,” is your petulant response, gripping the skirt of your sundress dress until the skin of your knuckles feel taut. it’s unfair that he makes fun of how much you want him, it's unfair that he has all of that cock but he won't let you fuck yourself on it, it's unfair but you let it happen— wriggling in anticipation, letting him slap the tip of his cock against your clit and tease you out as you moan for it dumbly. “wanna sit on it your cock so i can learn something!”
“why do you think you deserve it?”
the effect he has on you is dangerous. maybe you’re naïve and reckless with your heart, the dewy-eyed college girl helplessly in love with her professor— but no one has ever made you feel the way that he does, not the shitty frat boys or snobby trust fund babies that chase your cute smile and pretty skirts at parties and in hallways. while he thinks you’re using him to fulfill a fantasy, you’re simply unable to convey your feelings into actual words. it’s more than just wanting to fuck him because you’re good at it and it feels good. instead, it’s because when his cock is stretching you out, the two of you joined in the most intimate way possible, it’s forbidden words left unsaid. you deserve him because you lo—
“buh-..’cause you always gimme what i want?” is how you choose to respond instead.
“incorrect answer as always, brat,” he scolds, reaching around to deliver a punishing slap to your ass, making you cough out a yelp. “sit on me, even though you don’t deserve it.”
oh.
you glance out of the window behind kento’s head. it’s too dark to see inside of the other stranded gondolas below you, but you wonder if they can see you. if the other couples are watching as you lean up on sore knees, smearing his precum along your folds as his cock swipes through your slit until the fat head catches on your entrance and you hear him hiss.
your heart thuds painfully against your ribs, the familiar feeling of delicious fear at the sheer size of your professor’s cock setting an ache in your belly. you widen your thighs, your knees scratching against the rough material of the bench as you reach down to spread one of side of your folds apart, opening yourself for him. but as you plan to sink down slowly, carefully, the ferris wheel suddenly rocks, spearing you down too fucking quick on the blunt head of his cock—
“w-wait, k-kento-sensei-!” your abrupt shriek rings out in the silence as you scramble desperately to wrap your arms around his neck for support. glassy tears spring hot to the corner of your eyes, the stretch making your sore cunt flutter around him tight and desperate as your knees try to snap shut against his hips uselessly. you try to hold yourself from sliding down on him any further until you're ready for it, but you’re so fucking wet that your pussy greedily sucks in the rest of his inches and your thighs give up against the strain, weight forcing you down to sit flush against his lap— jutting his cock up against your womb with a deep twinge.
“take it easy, darling girl,” he bites out behind clenched teeth as his head tosses back against the window, his groan vibrating against your bodies. fingers digging deep into the soft skin of your hips at the intrusion, the sensation of your pussy sinking down on his cock is too much— breaking him out into a cold sweat, feverish. you're so small, tightening around him until he feels like choking. his calloused hand tries to rub soothingly over the soft dimples of your lower back, but he’s just as fucked out as you.
“i-i can’t-!” you cry out, trembling in his arms and clinging to him hopelessly, snot bubbling in your nose and mascara staining your cheeks. you shift experimentally and you feel your stomach lurch with a wet gasp punching from your lips, but there’s no real time to get used to the stretch of his cock inside of you and you know it— not when the mechanics are close to fixing up the broken ride. “n-nanami-”
“you can do it, love,” he coos, kissing the temple of your sweaty forehead with the tender care you deserve for trying to accommodate his fat girth. he rewards you by fanning his hand over your belly, thumb dropping upside down to rub through your folds, fucking it over your swollen clit in squishy circles. “show me how well this pussy can take me.”
you nod dumbly, the pleasure singeing your nerves raw as you shakily lift out of his lap before sinking again, his cock disappearing against your gummy walls with a thick push that squelches lewdly on the draw in. it’s overwhelming and so fucking good, your hand slapping against the window behind his head for leverage— leaving a print in the condensation. “eugh- f-fuck, kento-”
there’s a different kind of stroke to a cock when you’re not allowed to have it. sweet punishment for your sins because you aren’t supposed to be here with your professor, fucking him at all, let alone in public. forced to settle for short, deep drops of your hips instead of bouncing high and spreading it out— keeping him snug against your cervix in order not to rock the capsule too much. it’s messy and your cunt loves it, slick spreading along your thighs, gushing down the length of nanami’s cock.
“ah, look at you. you love this, don’t you? you wish someone would see. it’s like you want to get caught so everyone will know who this cunt makes the sweetest sounds for,” nanami rasps out, thumbing your clit faster now, leaving his fingerprints under the hood of the sore nub. he widens his stance, spreading his feet apart to force you to sink deeper into his lap— hard jostles, your ass cheeks slapping down lewdly against his balls. your back arches so prettily for him that he can’t help but grasp one of your tits into his hand, bringing it to his mouth to taste the salty skin on his tongue.
“i-i love it-! i love it s’much, kento-sensei. love you s‘much-!” you sob loudly, burning with the affection his cock fucks against your nerves. you’re drunk on the pleasure, too much dopamine twinkling in your brain to realize the weight of your confession, but kento does. heart sputtering and swells inside his chest cavity because you sound like you mean it— cock thickening inside of you.
“fuck- fucking love you too, my darling girl.”
the desperate rhythm of your fucking upsets the gondola, rocking it slightly, and kento loses ground— his teeth catching your nipple in a pinch that makes you fuck down on him harder. the pain combined with the pleasure of his cock dragging in and out of your cunt dizzyingly sweet. he soothes over the sting with a gentle suck of his mouth and you squirm with a whine, gushing around him even more, your sticky cream foaming around the base of his cock in a squishy ring that aids your slide.
“we are terribly sorry for the inconvenience, folks. the ride appears to be fully operational now and we will begin unloading passengers now!”
the intercom announces loudly as the engine of the ride cranks up on the ground, the flashing lights shining into the gondola once again. you don’t even pay attention to the bright beams, eyes rolled back and and head too full of cum to notice so kento quickly clamps his hand over the back of your head and forces it down against his shoulder to hide your silhouette in the window.
“no- don’t wan’ get off yet. i-i’m so close… wanna cum on your cock so bad!”
“what are you going to do if we reach the bottom of the ferris wheel doing this?” he pants, his hands pressing searing bruises into the curve of your hips as he lifts you effortlessly up and down his cock, breaching your soaked cunt with powerful, deep fucks that leaves you ruined.
“a-are you scared of getting caught, nanami-sensei?” you whine, shifting against his strong hold, drooling against his shoulder as you moan loudly. nanami answers by bucking his hips off the bench hard, letting the devastating drops of your hips be met with hard snaps of his own.
“hush, filthy girl. you’re so fucking loud,” he hisses, his hand leaving your hip to stuff three fingers into your mouth, clacking against your teeth with the movement. “suck them or do you want someone to hear us and stop you from cumming?”
by the time the ferris wheel begins to descend, your mind is lost to the pleasure nanami fucks into your pussy. your exhausted fingers rub furiously at your puffy clit as you bounce frantically on your professor’s drenched cock, letting the fat cockhead bully that spongy sweet spot nestled along your walls repeatedly until you’re wailing even louder, the sound barely muffled by nanami’s thick fingers.
it’s so fucking good that neither one of you care about getting caught any longer, consequences be damned. the musky scent of sex permeates the tight air, the capsule rocks violently with your sloppy movements. and how could you care about anything else when nanami grips your hair and hisses into your ear, once and for all, “cum for me, you little slut,”
“uhuh, k-kento-sensei ‘m gonna cum for y-you-! jus’ for you-!” you promise with a cry, swallowing his cock down with greedy bounces of your cunt to his lap— thighs trembling violently, eyes crossing up, blurring your vision with tears as you fuck lewdly. your nails scratch down the window desperately as kento takes over and rubs his fingers through your slit, hooking his middle finger into your cunt alongside his cock, stretching you out even further while his thumb is back to rubbing into your clit again. sharp shocks of pleasure in that final movement that burns through your veins, throwing you over the edge.
“give me one, little love- give me one right here, let me feel you-”
you’re wailing too fucking loud, but he doesn’t dare stop you, not when you’re this breathtaking. trembling in his lap as the knot in your lower belly bursts wide open, knees clacking against his hips as your orgasm curls your toes, washing you down with white hot pleasure. you cling to nanami’s neck desperately, cunt expanding as overstimulation sets in and you splash juices against his shorts and the hem of your sundress with so much force that his cock slips out with a wet squelch, until you quickly push it back in with a gasp.
“h-hah, oh god-!” you squeal, writhing all over his lap, cunt still pulsing and clamping around him. kento swears and you know that he’s close too, doing your best to give him a few more weak drops of your cunt on his cock. his muscles tighten and he cums with a long guttural groan that he buries against the sweaty skin of your neck, spurting thick globs of warm seed right up against your womb just as your gondola reaches the bottom of the ferris wheel—
“f-fuck, darling. get off- get the fuck up right now-”
you quickly climb off of kento’s lap on gummy legs, his cum pooling against your cotton panties and trickling messily down your inner thigh. you wipe your thighs on the hem of your ruined dress as kento calmly tucks his dripping cock back into his shorts before buttoning his wrinkled shirt up with an air of easy sophistication, as if he just didn’t fuck his student dirty on a ferris wheel, as if your squirt isn't soaked into his shorts and dripping onto his shoes.
“come here, you,” he beckons, reaching for you to tenderly wipe your tear stained cheeks with his shirt, clearing up the smudges of mascara. “there.”
you smile at him blearily just as the door to the gondola opens. the ride operators take in your disheveled appearances, but round it up to an hour of being stranded at the top of a thrill ride. what were they going to say, anyway? miss, why is that man's cum leaking down your leg?
nanami is casual, holding his head high and exiting first with your pompompurin plush while you follow behind him shyly, his arm wrapping around your waist to hoist you down from the gondola. he knows that the limp in your walk will be too obvious— you’re always so sore after he fucks you— so he kneels down on the platform, letting you climb onto his back to be carried.
the carnival is deserted now. rides that once blasted the summer’s top hits have been shut down, sideshows boarded up for the night, and fairgoers who filled the streets have gone home by the time you and nanami make your way towards the exit, avoiding the makeshift emergency triage to the left checking on passengers of the ferris wheel even though no one was injured. but maybe you needed to let them check your heart and diagnose why you selfishly forced nanami into hanging out with you on his only day off, why you confessed to loving your professor while you were bouncing on his cock—
why you meant every word you said to him.
“say, kento,” you call sleepily, one cheek smushed against his shoulder as your head lolls cutely against it. you hear him hum for you to continue, shifting your weight evenly as he walks out of the carnival grounds and towards the parking lot. a lump forms at the base of your throat, and you hate how vulnerable and weak you sound. “i’m sorry for dragging you out here today on your day off. you must be annoyed with me, right?”
“don’t be foolish,” his voice is back to that endearing monotone, but he gives your thighs a soft squeeze as he strolls, pressing the key finder to his mercedes once you reach the parking lot to locate it. he's been an idiot the entire time, hiding you away like he has. “i’m off next saturday too so let’s go out on a date again.”
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˚‧ ✰ ˓ ˖ SECRET-GO-ROUND | ˚｡ nanami kento x female reader ᨀ minors do not interact˓˓WORD COUNT ᨀ 7.8k˓˓ furueru kuchibiru!retelling, college!au, professor!nanami, uni student!reader, bratty!reader, age gap (nanami is in mid/late 30s, reader is in 20s), teacher-student relationships, carnival dates, a sprinkle of fluff 'n' angst, public sex, unprotected sex, blowjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, quickie on a ferris wheel, creampies, money shots, sensei kink, anal play, fingering, degradation + reader is a lil manipulative.
@SYNOPSIS ᨀ kento is in a secret relationship with his student, but when he loses a bet to her, he has to take her on their first date in public.
@SATORHIME SAID ᨀ this is my first long fic since the spring and i'm so excited for u to read it !! (/ε＼*) i hope u babies enjoy this nasty lil piece i cooked up in my candy store MWAH !!
nanami kento is a hypocrite.
he demands professionalism and punctuality from his students and he does not believe in making mistakes that can be avoided in life. his entire day would be ruined if he walked down a sidewalk and stepped in chewing gum when he could have taken the train, yet he detests tardiness. he grimaces at late assignments, typos in emails, and clucks his tongue at mispronounced words during oral presentations, even though, out of every faculty member and student at the university, he may be the one making the biggest mistake of them all.
it's surprising because nanami conforms to the standard. he studied law because he respected the structure of rules and resonated with upholding order and justice. he takes the moral high ground above his immature colleagues who refuse to grow up even though they're well past the age of thirty. much to nanami's delight, they stopped inviting him out on weekends because he couldn't stop sneering in disgust at their conversation, threatening to report toji, satoru, and suguru after they attempted to coax him into their long running competition of letting their good looks and expensive doctorates seduce starry-eyed students into fucking them for sport; tallying up each other's scores from their game like athletes every monday morning.
but yes, nanami kento is still a hypocrite.
because he is the only one with a student walking around his apartment half-naked right now.
of course, nanami knows better than that. he barely dated through his long years of school, too focused on hanging up degree after degree in his parents’ living room to have time for anything more than a couple of flings and failed dates. and now four years into his tenure, a brilliant professor with a heap of accolades under his designer belt, he fell in love with you, his pretty little student.
he doesn’t know how it happened when the two of you are complete opposites— nanami is a jaded homebody that rejects human interaction and you are a firecracker full of energy in constant need of his attention. it wasn't even supposed to happen, but it's been a downward spiral of forbidden feelings since that one fucking evening you stayed behind after class to discuss your law research paper with him. you'd ended up hitting it off— you found nanami handsome, confident, and easy to talk to. confiding in him about your worries over getting good grades and making your family proud, and somehow that conversation ended with you being fucked over his desk for the first time. in truth, he had expected you to have your fill of a fantasy you wanted to play out and skip onto the next after that, but you didn’t seem to care about any of the other boys who looked at you around campus.
instead, you were satisfied with wriggling your way into his heart, one swish of your plush hips at a time.
you’ve wriggled your way into his home as well, peeking your head curiously into his bedroom now. you find nanami still asleep on his back— his legs tangled in the bamboo sheets and one muscled arm thrown across his handsome features, shielding his eyes from the light beams. your eyes rove over his shirtless form, the morning sun illuminating the chiseled grooves of his toned abs— catching onto the fine dusting of golden hairs over his adonis belt. though he ignores the silly effect he has on you and the other students, your professor is easily the most beautiful man on campus and you could stare at him all day.
but not right now. a pout shapes your lips in disappointment because you rarely see nanami anymore. he’s busier than ever now between classes starting back up at the university, the cases he handles at the firm, and writing his faculty book. today is the first day he’s been free in almost a month, and he plans on sleeping the entire day away? that won’t do.
you tiptoe into the room, crawling onto the pillowy mattress to straddle nanami’s narrow hips. the warm weight rouses him, but his eyes remained shut, a soft groan rumbling behind his ribcage.
“it’s too early for you to be in my lap, little love,” his voice is rough and syrupy with sleep, making you suck your bottom lip into your mouth at the sound of it— but you’re determined not to let his attractiveness ruin your plan for the day. “come on, get off.”
“well, it’s too late for you to still be in bed, damn it,” you huff, peeling his arm away from his face to cup his cheeks. you watch as horizontal lines appear in his forehead, and you hurry to continue, “today is your day off, kento-sensei. i was thinking.. maybe- let’s go out on a date!”
nanami’s café au lait eyes flicker open with a speed that startles you, fixed on your pretty face. you’re wearing his shirt and there’s a pillow mark on your cheek, hair messy from sleep. he feels his chest cave in because there’s nothing he wants more than to take you out to see the world and share your beauty with it. instead, a weary sigh exhales from his nostrils and it sounds like a declination.
“you’re going to say no, aren’t you?”
“yes, you know that we cannot be seen together. what will you do if someone recognizes one of us?”
“we’re a couple, aren’t we? why are you always so worried about someone seeing us. c’mon, kento-sensei- i want to go to the carnival that's in town. we can even wear disguises!” you try reasoning with him melodramatically, but kento simply shakes his head at your antics.
“i’m sorry, love, but there is too much at stake, for the both of us,” nanami says, squeezing your hip in apology. you frown— you hate being coddled by him.
“too much at stake? like your tenure? is that really the most important thing to you?”
“i won’t have this conversation again,” he clips sternly, propping his torso up on one elbow to narrow his sharp eyes at you. “when your classmates start rumors about you fucking me for extra credit, will going out on a date really be worth that? i’m thinking about your reputation, not mine.”
“i don’t want you to think of my reputation, i want you to treat me like your woman,” you roll your eyes. it’s always the same argument. while nanami is content to hide your relationship in shaded alcoves and apartments with the curtains drawn, you want to love him openly. to run errands with him and sit in sunny windows at cute little cafés with him— to not have to lie at sleepovers with your friends when they ask who is the one who is making you so happy.
nanami’s silence is degrading, frustration simmering up in your chest. a deeper frown twists your features as you reach for a fluffy feather pillow, gripping both ends and swinging it down— aiming right for nanami’s head.
he knocks the pillow away easily, unamused. “what are you, an infant?”
“argh, you’re so annoying. fine then, have it your way!” you grumble, but then your big doe eyes glint mischievousness in them. nanami can only watch with a lifted brow as you reach for the buttons of your (his) shirt, unbuttoning them quickly with trembling hands. your heart picks up to thump excitedly as you slip one side of the shirt apart, letting the fabric pool in the crook of your elbow— revealing pebbled nipples to your professor’s confused eyes. you gently cup one of your breasts teasingly, a minx. “let’s do it this way instead.”
“and what way is that? are you trying to bribe me, young lady?” he snorts, but his eyes flicker down to the soft swell of your breasts, the knot in his throat bobbing as he swallows.
you nibble your lip as you sit on your knees between his legs to paw the sheets covering his hips out of the way.
“obviously my bribery’s working since you’re already hard,” you tease in a saccharinely sweet voice. kento prefers sleeping in expensive silks with nothing underneath so your eyes are immediately drawn to the very visible print of his erection. you cup the bulge of his cock gently, palming it against your hand— little cunt pulsing greedily as you feel it twitch under your touch, nanami hissing under his breath.
the pit of his stomach lurches traitorously because he knows what your mushy little brain is up to— whenever he refuses to let you get your way, you’ll be reaching to hold his cock in your hand as if it is a genie that can grant all of your wishes.
one of these days, you will drive him insane.
especially when you’re humming sweetly as if you're folding laundry, hooking your thumbs under the waistband of his pajamas and tugging them down to his ankles. the heavy strain of his cock plops against his abdomen. you grab for it, marveling at how tiny your hand looks compared to it. honestly, nanami’s cock is just so fucking pretty to you that you long to tell all of your girlfriends about it— thick and weighty, a little darker than his body with a dusky tip that leaks so much. maybe you would leave out the detail that without proper preparation, his cock stretches you out painfully. tears and snot and limps in your walk whenever he fucks you.
“oh, it’s leaking,” you simper breathlessly, throat running dry.
“don’t be crass,” he scolds, but you ignore him to stare in wonderment at the way the bulbous head is drooling precum in a steady trickle, smearing over your hand as your thumb rubs against a thick vein. you go slippery, wet between the thighs at the thought of sucking it into your mouth, basking in the way his hips give a little jolt as you touch him. but other than that, he regards you with a flat look. “so what are you planning, hmm? tell me.”
“i want to make a bet with you,” you lower your face until you’re level with his crotch, opening up and lolling your cherry tongue out invitingly. nanami inhales a serrated breath as your soft lips sucks the tip of his cock into your little mouth, sampling his taste.
“how about this?” you continue, fluttering your lashes as you breathe in the masculine scent of his cock. he tastes good, sweet precum bursting over your tastebuds as you pause to swipe your tongue into the slit. you can't even wait, suckling down on the tip greedily, pausing between licks to speak. “if you can keep yourself from cumming until.. eleven ‘o clock then i’ll drop the idea of going on a date, but if you can’t… you have to take me to the street carnival. pretty please?”
he pauses to think about it for the longest, and you roll your eyes, scraping your teeth ever so lightly against the underside of his length to bring his attention back to you, earning a dirty look in reward.
“i’m offended you think i’ll lose,” he snorts, but the way his hips kick as you kitten lick over the slit of his tip makes you smile. you're already winning. “i’m an adult, little darling. i know how to control myself.”
“oh yeah?” you coo, challenging him by tilting your head down with an open mouth, warm and wet on the wide girth of nanami’s cock— drawing him in against hollowed cheeks, lathering him down in saliva that smells like mint and morning coffee. you reel back, hard on the pull up before slurping him back down in a slow mouth fuck.
he tosses his head back with a deep huff from his nostrils, hand twitching on the bed. sometimes you hate how quiet nanami is. on some nights, after he is forced to watch boys flirt with you around campus while you’re dressed in tiny little shorts and slutty little skirts, he’ll toss you on his mattress and fuck filthy lies into you about sitting you on his cock in front of all 40 students in his course and claiming you as his girl, growling in your ear until you’re splashing his sheets with cum and crying into his shoulder because you want it so bad. but during times when you’re being bratty, he never rewards your bad behavior with the praise you work on your knees for.
you briefly glance at the clock on the nightstand.
10:32 AM
“gonna cum yet, nanami-sensei?” you tease on the release, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a wet pop, glistening in your spit. you smile up at him with precum on your teeth, blinking coquettishly as you let his cock plop against his abdomen, flattening your tongue to lick long stripes up and down the length of his cock. “it’s okay if you want to let go of it, i’ll catch every last drop of your cum.”
“i’m not going to fucking cum,” nanami snaps, gritting his jaw. his eyes are narrowed and though he looks unimpressed and obstinate, he frays at the seams. “are you so hungry that you’ll eat my cum? stop this childishness and i’ll make you breakfast then.”
“mm-! that won’t work,” you giggle at his weak attempt, before sinking your mouth back down on his cock, nose buried in the sandy hairs around the base. digging your fingernails into the olive skin at his thighs when the tip of his cock bumps against your fleshy throat, gagging around him as you struggle to swallow around the thickness lodged in your throat. mouth too small to accommodate the size of his fat girth. your cheeks are so cute, too— chubby with the strain, but you’re determined, even as thick precum drools down the back of your tongue and you choke, gurgling and flexing your tongue to greedily swallow it down.
he’s always sensitive in the morning, waking up with his stiff erection pressed shamefully between your ass cheeks so you know exactly how to work him, a sweltering suction around his leaking cock. burning hot pleasure right into the pit of his gut. his fingers fist in the sheets and he looks so fucking ruined in the morning sun with his jaw slacked, neck blotchy and bursting with veins from the strain of holding off his grunts of pleasure— holding off his cum too. “j-jesus fuck, love. that’s it-”
this time, nanami is the one desperately searching for the red glare of the alarm clock, eyes wildly reading the numbers.
10:47 AM
thirteen minutes left. if he can just—
“don’t pretend you don’t feel good, kento-sensei,” you giggle as you reel back to breathe, swirling your tongue over the tip of his sticky cock. he grunts, his hips jolting desperately. “i know all of your weak spots, after all.”
the law professor bristles, panting as he glares down at you.
“don’t look at me like that… i just wanna make you feel good,” your aggressiveness isn't new to him. though usually you’re gooey in the head, on your back with legs splayed, letting him do whatever he wants to you— there are times like right now when you’re dipping further down to suck on his balls, weighty and full with cum, sending nanami’s hips into a frenzy. his hard cock slaps against your forehead as his hips jerk up, but you wrap your hand around it— pumping him quickly.
“fuck, i…”
“duh-oh, i’m running oush of time,” you mumble as you suck greedily on one of his balls, watching the clock.
10:57 AM
“what are you-”
“you liked it when i did this, right sensei?” you hum, melodic voice like a siren on a shipwrecked shore, luring him in. devilish mouth smiling sweet as you’re committing sin, lowering further to play your dirty tricks on him— spreading one of nanami’s ass cheeks apart to swirl your tongue around the rim of his hole at the same time you squeeze his cock painfully.
“d-don’t, darling. fuck… you’re going to make me-”
his reaction is immediate, a big fist twisting in your hair to shove your head away from him but it’s too late. above you, nanami punches out a grunt that sounds ruined, the spongy wetness of your tongue teasing at his puckered hole combined with your firm hand pumping his cock in a steady rhythm is too much. he loses the bet with the back of his head shoved into the pillow, thighs twitching from the shocks of pleasure as long ropes of cum splashes onto your face in white strings, dripping wet down your cheeks.
when he shoves your head away, you sit back on your heels— beaming up at him with the prettiest smile of triumph, covered in his cum.
“that’s that,” you tease, “should i wear my white or pink dress?”
“we’re only staying for a short while,” nanami announces with an exasperated sigh, even as he fastens the neon pink unlimited rides! armband around your wrist. when he finishes, you beam and hook your hand into the crook of his arm— scoping out the attractions. “where do you want to go first?”
the last day of the traveling carnival is crowded. an annual late summer tradition in your city, it never fails to draw out the numbers on weekends. lovesick couples share kisses, dining on overpriced treats. exhausted families push around strollers with wailing babies inside of them while teenagers shove each other in the queues for thrill rides, pop music blasting through the speakers. it’s a risk, the kind of location nanami would have avoided for a first official date with his student, for fuck’s sake, but he hates seeing your looks of disappointment.
he much prefers the way you look right now— drunk on the scent of buttery popcorn and sugary cotton candy— a devastating figment of his dreams, dressed in a little white chiffon sundress that whirls around your thighs with each movement. your eyes twinkling in glee behind the shades perched on your nose at the colorful tents, fast rides, and rows of sideshows.
“let’s try out one of the sideshows first?” you suggest, pointing excitedly to the striped canopy stalls lined up on one row of the carnival, adorable prizes sitting on shelves behind carnies enticing passersby to try their luck at strength tests, shooting games, hook-a-duck and skeeball for cheap prices. “you could use a win after this morning.”
“does that mouth of yours ever know how to be quiet?” nanami wonders wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose out of habit as rosy flush creeps above the collar of his shirt. “lead the way if you’re finished making fun of me.”
rolling your eyes, you tug him by the arm over to a shooting range. colorful balloons line up in many neat rows. the carnie behind the stall brightens up at new victims, his smile missing several teeth as he gestures to the game— holding up a handful of sharp darts in invitation.
“good evenin’, good evenin’ to the lovely couple! interested in trying your luck in pop-a-balloon? all ya hafta do is aim and throw. hitting five red ones in a row wins the largest prizes,” he markets, “yer fella looks like he’s got a good arm on ‘em too. whaddya say?”
“it’s an obvious scam they’re running. the red ones are the smallest,” kento points out under his breath, but you shoot a glare at him, nudging him forward. he sighs, reaching into the back pocket of his shorts to retrieve his wallet, slapping a crisp ten on the wooden counter. “fine.”
“good choice! take these darts ‘n’ give it yer best shot, buddy,” the carnie pockets the bill, handing the darts to nanami and stepping safely out of the way.
“alright, which one do you want, darling?”
“the big one,” you grin.
“of course you do,” the male purses his lips, folding up the sleeves of his shirt before he takes the darts. it’s attractive the way his forehead creases, concentration narrowing his eyes behind his green tinted sunglasses. he knows games like this are rigged, but that doesn’t stop him from carefully analyzing the balloons because you want the prize and he’ll do anything for you. it’s easy math, calculating the distance between his stance and the target wall— stretching a visual line across the tiny red balloons.
the first dart strikes out, bursting the balloon with a startling pop. you clap your hands happily in support, a greedy pang of want twinging in your lower belly as you watch his biceps ripple with the movement as the rest of the balloons bursts easily until he's out of darts— game over.
“congrats, man, y’ didn’t embarrass yer girl,” the carnie jokes, but you can tell he isn’t happy about the quick and easy win. “which one d’ you want, miss? top’s yours to choose from.”
“that one,” your eyes sparkle, pointing to the large pompompurin prize in that adorable little suit. you’re handed the fat plush that dwarfs your frame, squeezing it to your body in delight. “it looks like you, nanamin!”
“oh? should i be worried about the competition?”
“please, no one can ever replace you.”
you say it with a teasing smile, but nanami hates the way his heart stutters, even as his mind screams that he isn’t supposed to be here with you, entertaining your girlish affections, in love with you beyond repair.
but as the sun relaxes the sky into a dreamsicle orange, so does the weight on nanami’s shoulders. he still keeps his eyes sharp for familiar bodies, but he finds it harder to resist your energy— letting you take his hand to drag him around the rest of the carnival grounds to various attractions. spending his money on sticky cotton candy, powdery funnel cake and customized couple items. forcing him to accompany you on your favorite rides, too— rollercoasters and carousels and tilt-a-whirls until the two of you are dizzy and windswept.
“you looked relaxed,” you hum over the noise of thrill ride chains clanking together and carefree laughter in the background, tucked comfortably under kento’s arm as the two of you wait behind three other couples in the queue for the ferris wheel— your favorite and final stop before the date finally ends.
“i don’t have to work today,” he replies dryly, but his thin lips quirk up as if he wants to smile.
“that’s the only reason? ken, you’re so boring.”
you really have a terrible habit of not letting him finish his sentences, he thinks.
“wah, i wish we could do this everyday!” you cheer, cuddled up against nanami’s warm side as the ferris wheel begins to move, ascending higher into the sky as the large capsules sway in the breeze calmly.
nanami simply nods in reply as he stares out of the window of the enclosed gondola, the giant pompompurin he won for you balanced comically on one of his knees. the view is breathtaking from up here. people strolling around the carnival grow smaller, the winking lights on top of the tents nothing more than tiny fireflies in the late summer night from this height. so high above the world who would judge you, it’s easy to forget decorum and feel like a normal couple.
it even has kento completely at ease, sighing peacefully and believing that nothing could ruin the peaceful moment of bliss between the two of you up here—
until the ride jeers and jolts to a hard stop, swinging the capsules violently.
you hear a crackling noise from the speaker attached to one of the beams.
“attention all ride passengers!” the teenager operating the ride speaks into the staticky intercom with mildly contained panic. “we’re experiencing a malfunction and will have the ride working after a short while. please remain seated and do not open your capsule door. thank you!”
“just grand,” nanami purses his lips in disapproval before his eyes slide over to you, reaching over to draw you closer. “are you alright?”
but where he expects to be met with your apprehension, your answering smile is a twinkling constellation of giddiness and opportunity. after all, how could you be afraid when you’re stuck at the top of the world with the most attractive man born into it? looking at him right now means thinking of nothing else anyway. he looks good out of a suit with the outdoors on him— hair mussed up and sweat staining his pristine white linen shirt. you think about earlier today when you whined at him about lacking romance until he agreed to eat cotton candy from your fingertips, melted sugar crusted against your digits as nanami licked and suckled obscenely on purpose until your panties were embarrassingly damp.
knowing this date out in the open with him will likely be your last, you plan on making the best of it until the very end.
“h-hey, sensei?” you call for him, warmth blooming over your cheeks at the sudden idea pushing to the forefront of your mind.
“mhm?”
“didn’t seeing me in this pretty dress today make you want to fuck me?”
“don’t flatter yourself, darling,” he replies flippantly, but you don’t miss the sharp intake of breath that rattles through the quiet gondola that betrays his answer. you looked like an angel of sin the entire day in your little white dress. how many times did that fucking hem flutter above your thighs in the wind as you carelessly bounced around, giving him a flash of your cotton panties? how many times did he have to yank it down before another man got a look at his girl— “i hardly noticed it.”
“i could show you now,” you hum softly, never satiated. you rest your chin on his shoulder, fingers playing along the top of his thigh. “you could fuck me right here and no one would know. we’ll be here for a while…”
“you force me to come on this date with you during my day off, now you want sex too? you’ve been hanging around frat boys too much,” he deadpans, but his cock twitches in traitorous interest against his inner thigh at your nasty little proposition. it’s hardly appropriate and he shouldn’t allow you to crawl onto your knees and plop right into his lap, but nanami can never find the willpower to deny you whenever you desire something that he can provide. “need i remind you that we’re in public? what are you-”
“don’t be mean to me, sensei. i didn’t get to cum this morning, you know,” you whine childishly with a blubbery pout to goad him. you’ve always been insatiable and greedy, the simple thought of being stuck at the top of a ferris wheel with nothing else to do but wait to be rescued swirling a lusted ache into your cunt for him, needy and pulsing.
“if we would’ve stayed home per my suggestion, i would’ve taken care of this here,” he tuts, his voice clipped and hard as he gestures to the way you’re already squirming against his thigh. “you just can’t wait for me, can you? even after class, you always have to sit on my cock before we get home. what am i going to do with you?”
“i-i can’t help it,” you bundle the hem of your dress against your hips as you lean back, the center of your panties soaked and sticky wet between your puffy lips. he can’t see the damp patch waiting there for him, but he can feel it. wetting the cloth of his shorts down where you squirm and wriggle. the lights on the beams of the ferris wheel rotate into the gondola, flashing neon rainbows across your and nanami’s features in the quiet dark, allowing you to see the way his honey brown eyes darken to black.
“stop thinking so much for once and pass the time with me,” you continue, purring the words against his neck. you move closer, your breasts pressed up against the damp linen of his shirt as you run your tongue over the sharp cut of his jawline, inhaling the spicy scent of his sweat and tom ford aftershave. your next move is the last bit of convincing he needs, fingers slipping between the gap of your bodies to palm the fat line of his growing erection. “y-you’ll fuck me, right nanami?”
nanami grits his teeth as he feels his cock thicken in arousal, staving off a groan. his fingertips itch with the desire to touch you. he doesn’t know what has the biggest affect on him right now— the high altitude, the memory of your cute little throat struggling to swallow around him first thing in the morning, or just you in general. wearing a sundress shorter than some of his work shirts and begging him to fuck you on a ferris wheel.
“come here, pretty little thing,” nanami murmurs huskily, squishing his big fingers into your soft cheeks to draw your lips to his for a kiss. he never fails to make stars bust behind your eyelids when he touches you— bold and bratty until you’ve gotten your way and he’s in the lead, letting you squirm on his lap. your cunt gushes at the kiss alone, warm and wet and forbidden as nanami tongues over your bottom lip— sucking it into his mouth, kissing you to a swell until you open for him obediently and he’s fully in control. searing licks of his tongue as he explores you.
the kiss is sloppy, just how you like it. challenging a clean-cut man like nanami who lives by the book into swallowing your soft whines and moans, into swapping strings of bubbly spit that tastes like cotton candy and caramel apples.
“you’re so messy, even in public,” he chides, breaking the kiss to give you room to breathe but you chase it, nipping his upper lip with your teeth hard, nanami grunting low in his chest before you soothe the sting with your tongue. he pinches your chin between his fingers, twisting your head to the side to redirect his mouth to your neck. he knows better, but you cloud his judgment— murk up the waters of his mind as he fastens his lips onto a spot against your neck, suckling at the skin until the capillaries burst and his mark blooms slow.
“o-oh-”
“you’re even messier down here, aren’t you? filthy girl, how long have you been this wet?” he groans lecherously, fitting a hand between your spread legs and his thigh so he can twist the front of your ruined cotton panties against his fist, drawing them upwards so the damp fabric wedges painfully against the seam of your unused cunt.
“that h-hurts, ken,” you whine, but it whispers off into a blissful sigh as nanami shifts the fabric, rubbing raw against your slit. with his free hand, he tugs the sweetheart neckline of your dress to press wet kisses over your chest with a hum.
“i’ve got you, darling. i’ll take care of it- make it all better,” he promises, and just as he’s about to jerk your panties to the side and put his fingers on your pussy, the intercom crackles in a tinny screech—
the two of you startle, chests heaving breathlessly and hearts thumping tandemly in erratic rhythms.
“attention all ride passengers,” the voice is unfamiliar, clearing their throats before continuing, “the ride will be back in working condition in an estimate of thirty minutes. thank you for your patience and we apologize for the inconvenience.”
thirty minutes.
“n-nanami-sensei, h-hurry up! please, before-” you whisper out in a frantic breath, fumbling for the loops of his belt to unbuckle it.
“hush, i promised i would take care of it,” he grunts, as unhurried as ever as he swoops his head down and fastens his lips around your nipple over the material of your sundress, suckling the bud until he feels it peak against his tongue, until the fabric is soaked in his spit and your pussy clenches hungrily in need. he nibbles at the bud, torturing you— pinching it between his teeth, bringing irritated tears to your eyes at the little twinges of pain. “alright now. i want you to take my cock out and rub it through your messy little slit, can you do that for me?”
“can i sit on it?” you flutter your glistening eyelashes at him as he reels back, leaning against the bench of the capsule, letting you twiddle the buttons of his shirt apart first— revealing golden skin and the ripples of his washboard abs before you continue, sliding the zipper down on his shorts. kento’s cock is fully hard when you draw it against your palm, warm and twitching when you squeeze it experimentally.
“what did i teach you? haste is the enemy of quality.”
“god, y… you’re so annoying,” the gondola is too dark to see, but you know what it looks like from memory alone. his cock bounces between the two of you, slapping against your belly button, the mushroom tip leaking foggy droplets down the thick shaft. your tongue feels like cotton in your mouth as you wrap your fingers around it firmly, spreading tacky precum as you pump him slowly.
he tugs your panties to one side as you lift up just a little, letting nanami’s cock bend along the line of his thigh— long and hard under your ass when you sit down against it. he knows that the two of you are running out of time; he can’t tease you like he does at home or in his office after hours, boring you with philosophical quotes or quizzing you with topics you don’t pay attention to in his class and forcing you to sit on his cock for hours when you answer incorrectly. drool floods your mouth at the delicious friction as you hump your pussy over his cock desperately, wetting him down in strings of slick; your puffy clit rubbing against the flared head, but it's not enough.
“n-nanami-sensei, c-c’mon, this isn’t fair-” you pant into the crook of his neck, oversensitive and strung out, swiveling your hips in a slow circle, grinding your clit down hard until it feels sore.
“what isn’t fair, little darling?” nanami chuckles in amusement, but he sounds like ruination, voice gravel on stone. he slips the straps of your sundress from your shoulders to press kisses to your heated skin. he forces the fabric down further, just until one of your nipples are exposed and he can wrap his lips around the bare skin, suckling it against his tongue. he drags his cock away from your folds, slapping it hard against the coarse curls at your mound. “you think i'm unfair because you want my cock inside you around all of these people and i won't give it to you? when will you ever learn propriety, hmm?”
“n-not ‘til you fuck it into me, kento-sensei,” is your petulant response, gripping the skirt of your sundress dress until the skin of your knuckles feel taut. it’s unfair that he makes fun of how much you want him, it's unfair that he has all of that cock but he won't let you fuck yourself on it, it's unfair but you let it happen— wriggling in anticipation, letting him slap the tip of his cock against your clit and tease you out as you moan for it dumbly. “wanna sit on it your cock so i can learn something!”
“why do you think you deserve it?”
the effect he has on you is dangerous. maybe you’re naïve and reckless with your heart, the dewy-eyed college girl helplessly in love with her professor— but no one has ever made you feel the way that he does, not the shitty frat boys or snobby trust fund babies that chase your cute smile and pretty skirts at parties and in hallways. while he thinks you’re using him to fulfill a fantasy, you’re simply unable to convey your feelings into actual words. it’s more than just wanting to fuck him because you’re good at it and it feels good. instead, it’s because when his cock is stretching you out, the two of you joined in the most intimate way possible, it’s forbidden words left unsaid. you deserve him because you lo—
“buh-..’cause you always gimme what i want?” is how you choose to respond instead.
“incorrect answer as always, brat,” he scolds, reaching around to deliver a punishing slap to your ass, making you cough out a yelp. “sit on me, even though you don’t deserve it.”
oh.
you glance out of the window behind kento’s head. it’s too dark to see inside of the other stranded gondolas below you, but you wonder if they can see you. if the other couples are watching as you lean up on sore knees, smearing his precum along your folds as his cock swipes through your slit until the fat head catches on your entrance and you hear him hiss.
your heart thuds painfully against your ribs, the familiar feeling of delicious fear at the sheer size of your professor’s cock setting an ache in your belly. you widen your thighs, your knees scratching against the rough material of the bench as you reach down to spread one of side of your folds apart, opening yourself for him. but as you plan to sink down slowly, carefully, the ferris wheel suddenly rocks, spearing you down too fucking quick on the blunt head of his cock—
“w-wait, k-kento-sensei-!” your abrupt shriek rings out in the silence as you scramble desperately to wrap your arms around his neck for support. glassy tears spring hot to the corner of your eyes, the stretch making your sore cunt flutter around him tight and desperate as your knees try to snap shut against his hips uselessly. you try to hold yourself from sliding down on him any further until you're ready for it, but you’re so fucking wet that your pussy greedily sucks in the rest of his inches and your thighs give up against the strain, weight forcing you down to sit flush against his lap— jutting his cock up against your womb with a deep twinge.
“take it easy, darling girl,” he bites out behind clenched teeth as his head tosses back against the window, his groan vibrating against your bodies. fingers digging deep into the soft skin of your hips at the intrusion, the sensation of your pussy sinking down on his cock is too much— breaking him out into a cold sweat, feverish. you're so small, tightening around him until he feels like choking. his calloused hand tries to rub soothingly over the soft dimples of your lower back, but he’s just as fucked out as you.
“i-i can’t-!” you cry out, trembling in his arms and clinging to him hopelessly, snot bubbling in your nose and mascara staining your cheeks. you shift experimentally and you feel your stomach lurch with a wet gasp punching from your lips, but there’s no real time to get used to the stretch of his cock inside of you and you know it— not when the mechanics are close to fixing up the broken ride. “n-nanami-”
“you can do it, love,” he coos, kissing the temple of your sweaty forehead with the tender care you deserve for trying to accommodate his fat girth. he rewards you by fanning his hand over your belly, thumb dropping upside down to rub through your folds, fucking it over your swollen clit in squishy circles. “show me how well this pussy can take me.”
you nod dumbly, the pleasure singeing your nerves raw as you shakily lift out of his lap before sinking again, his cock disappearing against your gummy walls with a thick push that squelches lewdly on the draw in. it’s overwhelming and so fucking good, your hand slapping against the window behind his head for leverage— leaving a print in the condensation. “eugh- f-fuck, kento-”
there’s a different kind of stroke to a cock when you’re not allowed to have it. sweet punishment for your sins because you aren’t supposed to be here with your professor, fucking him at all, let alone in public. forced to settle for short, deep drops of your hips instead of bouncing high and spreading it out— keeping him snug against your cervix in order not to rock the capsule too much. it’s messy and your cunt loves it, slick spreading along your thighs, gushing down the length of nanami’s cock.
“ah, look at you. you love this, don’t you? you wish someone would see. it’s like you want to get caught so everyone will know who this cunt makes the sweetest sounds for,” nanami rasps out, thumbing your clit faster now, leaving his fingerprints under the hood of the sore nub. he widens his stance, spreading his feet apart to force you to sink deeper into his lap— hard jostles, your ass cheeks slapping down lewdly against his balls. your back arches so prettily for him that he can’t help but grasp one of your tits into his hand, bringing it to his mouth to taste the salty skin on his tongue.
“i-i love it-! i love it s’much, kento-sensei. love you s‘much-!” you sob loudly, burning with the affection his cock fucks against your nerves. you’re drunk on the pleasure, too much dopamine twinkling in your brain to realize the weight of your confession, but kento does. heart sputtering and swells inside his chest cavity because you sound like you mean it— cock thickening inside of you.
“fuck- fucking love you too, my darling girl.”
the desperate rhythm of your fucking upsets the gondola, rocking it slightly, and kento loses ground— his teeth catching your nipple in a pinch that makes you fuck down on him harder. the pain combined with the pleasure of his cock dragging in and out of your cunt dizzyingly sweet. he soothes over the sting with a gentle suck of his mouth and you squirm with a whine, gushing around him even more, your sticky cream foaming around the base of his cock in a squishy ring that aids your slide.
“we are terribly sorry for the inconvenience, folks. the ride appears to be fully operational now and we will begin unloading passengers now!”
the intercom announces loudly as the engine of the ride cranks up on the ground, the flashing lights shining into the gondola once again. you don’t even pay attention to the bright beams, eyes rolled back and and head too full of cum to notice so kento quickly clamps his hand over the back of your head and forces it down against his shoulder to hide your silhouette in the window.
“no- don’t wan’ get off yet. i-i’m so close… wanna cum on your cock so bad!”
“what are you going to do if we reach the bottom of the ferris wheel doing this?” he pants, his hands pressing searing bruises into the curve of your hips as he lifts you effortlessly up and down his cock, breaching your soaked cunt with powerful, deep fucks that leaves you ruined.
“a-are you scared of getting caught, nanami-sensei?” you whine, shifting against his strong hold, drooling against his shoulder as you moan loudly. nanami answers by bucking his hips off the bench hard, letting the devastating drops of your hips be met with hard snaps of his own.
“hush, filthy girl. you’re so fucking loud,” he hisses, his hand leaving your hip to stuff three fingers into your mouth, clacking against your teeth with the movement. “suck them or do you want someone to hear us and stop you from cumming?”
by the time the ferris wheel begins to descend, your mind is lost to the pleasure nanami fucks into your pussy. your exhausted fingers rub furiously at your puffy clit as you bounce frantically on your professor’s drenched cock, letting the fat cockhead bully that spongy sweet spot nestled along your walls repeatedly until you’re wailing even louder, the sound barely muffled by nanami’s thick fingers.
it’s so fucking good that neither one of you care about getting caught any longer, consequences be damned. the musky scent of sex permeates the tight air, the capsule rocks violently with your sloppy movements. and how could you care about anything else when nanami grips your hair and hisses into your ear, once and for all, “cum for me, you little slut,”
“uhuh, k-kento-sensei ‘m gonna cum for y-you-! jus’ for you-!” you promise with a cry, swallowing his cock down with greedy bounces of your cunt to his lap— thighs trembling violently, eyes crossing up, blurring your vision with tears as you fuck lewdly. your nails scratch down the window desperately as kento takes over and rubs his fingers through your slit, hooking his middle finger into your cunt alongside his cock, stretching you out even further while his thumb is back to rubbing into your clit again. sharp shocks of pleasure in that final movement that burns through your veins, throwing you over the edge.
“give me one, little love- give me one right here, let me feel you-”
you’re wailing too fucking loud, but he doesn’t dare stop you, not when you’re this breathtaking. trembling in his lap as the knot in your lower belly bursts wide open, knees clacking against his hips as your orgasm curls your toes, washing you down with white hot pleasure. you cling to nanami’s neck desperately, cunt expanding as overstimulation sets in and you splash juices against his shorts and the hem of your sundress with so much force that his cock slips out with a wet squelch, until you quickly push it back in with a gasp.
“h-hah, oh god-!” you squeal, writhing all over his lap, cunt still pulsing and clamping around him. kento swears and you know that he’s close too, doing your best to give him a few more weak drops of your cunt on his cock. his muscles tighten and he cums with a long guttural groan that he buries against the sweaty skin of your neck, spurting thick globs of warm seed right up against your womb just as your gondola reaches the bottom of the ferris wheel—
“f-fuck, darling. get off- get the fuck up right now-”
you quickly climb off of kento’s lap on gummy legs, his cum pooling against your cotton panties and trickling messily down your inner thigh. you wipe your thighs on the hem of your ruined dress as kento calmly tucks his dripping cock back into his shorts before buttoning his wrinkled shirt up with an air of easy sophistication, as if he just didn’t fuck his student dirty on a ferris wheel, as if your squirt isn't soaked into his shorts and dripping onto his shoes.
“come here, you,” he beckons, reaching for you to tenderly wipe your tear stained cheeks with his shirt, clearing up the smudges of mascara. “there.”
you smile at him blearily just as the door to the gondola opens. the ride operators take in your disheveled appearances, but round it up to an hour of being stranded at the top of a thrill ride. what were they going to say, anyway? miss, why is that man's cum leaking down your leg?
nanami is casual, holding his head high and exiting first with your pompompurin plush while you follow behind him shyly, his arm wrapping around your waist to hoist you down from the gondola. he knows that the limp in your walk will be too obvious— you’re always so sore after he fucks you— so he kneels down on the platform, letting you climb onto his back to be carried.
the carnival is deserted now. rides that once blasted the summer’s top hits have been shut down, sideshows boarded up for the night, and fairgoers who filled the streets have gone home by the time you and nanami make your way towards the exit, avoiding the makeshift emergency triage to the left checking on passengers of the ferris wheel even though no one was injured. but maybe you needed to let them check your heart and diagnose why you selfishly forced nanami into hanging out with you on his only day off, why you confessed to loving your professor while you were bouncing on his cock—
why you meant every word you said to him.
“say, kento,” you call sleepily, one cheek smushed against his shoulder as your head lolls cutely against it. you hear him hum for you to continue, shifting your weight evenly as he walks out of the carnival grounds and towards the parking lot. a lump forms at the base of your throat, and you hate how vulnerable and weak you sound. “i’m sorry for dragging you out here today on your day off. you must be annoyed with me, right?”
“don’t be foolish,” his voice is back to that endearing monotone, but he gives your thighs a soft squeeze as he strolls, pressing the key finder to his mercedes once you reach the parking lot to locate it. he's been an idiot the entire time, hiding you away like he has. “i’m off next saturday too so let’s go out on a date again.”
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Summary: When he coincidentally walks back into your life, he’s determine to change the way things are
Pairing: Aomine Daiki x black!fem!reader
Word Count: 24, 909 😐🧍🏽♀️
Warnings: professional basketball player!aomine, bookstore!au kinda, lots of angst, lots of fluff, reader is oblivious, reader has trust issues at the beginning, aomine not knowing how to deal with his feelings, reader’s on her period at one point, reader is scared of like horror rides (sorry if you aren’t), lots and lots of kissing and making out, lots of intimacy, misunderstandings, smut: unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, lots and lots of confessions of love, aomine is very whipped for you, reader’s best friend is an oc, and aomine’s teammates are oc’s, lots of going back and forth in time, all characters are 21+, if I missed anything please let me know, I know that there’s gonna be typos in this and when it isn’t 3 am, I’ll get around to fixing them lol
A/N: Now. I can’t even begin to explain how or why I was able to write all of this. I’ve been working on this fic for about a month, and I was finally able to finish it (thank God bc I have so much work to do lmao). I know some parts might seem kinda rushed, but I can’t really bring myself to care bc I spent so much time on this and I’m just happy that’s it’s finished. Reblogs are greatly appreciated even though I know it might break your phone if you try to LMFAO, but if you read all this, I seriously appreciate it. And I definitely projected in this fic. This is also for @sintiva’s #theclockisticking collab, and thank you so much for letting me join!
Running a bookstore is something you’ve always wanted to do. It seems silly to most people, but you’ve always found small, quaint bookstores to be really peaceful, and it was always somewhere you could go when the world was always too much. Whenever you stepped inside, it was like the outside disappeared, and you were only surrounded by paper bound together that told a million stories.
You actually read through the entire bookstore in your town, and you had become so close with the owner, that they gave it to you after you graduated college. You were surprised, to say the least, and a little worried, not knowing much about running anything, let alone a business, but the owner was more than helpful with getting you into the swing of things.
Now, it’s like everything is second nature for you. Opening up the store and smelling that certain smell that books have that you’ve always loved. The small coffee shop you have in the corner is always a popular spot because it has a giant window that allows you to view the whole town. You’ve found yourself sitting in one of the comfortable chairs that are over there multiple times, watching the sunrise and seeing the city start to wake up.
Your co-worker/co-owner/best friend Mia always comes in about an hour after you do, always making a comment about how she doesn’t understand how you manage to wake up so early. You always brush it off with a roll of your eyes as you hand her a cup of coffee that you know she’ll need.
During the week, the place is usually quiet, a person every now and then, most of them coming in all of the time, so you know them by their schedules. You’re sitting at the front desk, reading a book, one of your favorites, even though it’s a cliché exes-to-lovers plotline, you always find yourself re-reading it whenever you have time.
10 Years - chapter 9 ( black reader x toji fushiguro )
summary –You’ve been married to Toji Fushiguro for 6 years and together for 10. Your marriage has been on the rocks for sometime now, but Toji committed a sin that’s unforgiveable.
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current chapters: 9 - present
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chapter summary - you sit down with your unfaithful husband to get all the answers you needed.
You were now sitting before your unfaithful husband, Toji Fushiguro, waiting for him to tell you the truth. The whole truth. The dinner with Nanami helped you realize more than what you knew. You didn't deserve the pain your husband has been putting you through. You've been faithful and supportive of him for the last ten years. Toji was your lifelong partner. He was everything to you, and never did you once make him feel like an option. Not how he did with you. There should have never been a time when you questioned yourself as his wife. As if you were the one to do wrong. Regardless of working overtime at the hospital, if he felt he was being neglected, that should've been an issue he voiced. Not cheat on you.
Let alone keep you a secret.
When he got on his knees, asking to be your husband, he promised you joy. He was supposed to give you the world. You didn't expect your marriage to be perfect. Ups and downs were inevitable. That's what you voiced in your vows. However, committing the ultimate betrayal was not in your vision. You wanted your love to be carefree, feeling like every day was the first time you fell in love. Those butterflies that used to be in your stomach were now filled with wasps, constantly stinging your abdomen with anxieties. Whether Toji was doing well these past few months, the pain you endured these last two years was far beyond that.
Those sleepless nights, tossing and turning in bed while tears decorated your cheeks. Toji went away from home, knowing you needed his warmth to sleep. You made dinner for two just to eat alone. Your coworkers asking how your "perfect" marriage was doing just to lie and say you're happier than ever. The dates you did go out on, practically having to force him to agree, were filled with silence between you, chattering of other people, and cutlery kissing plates. What more could you do? You couldn't spend any more time in this marriage if you were the only one making an effort. Unfortunately, in trying to keep your husband happy, you lost yourself. Enough is enough. You were going to get the answers you deserve.
"I'm waiting, Toji."
"[Y/N]—I-," he breathed, attempting to talk toward you, but you halted his movement.
"You don't need to come by to talk. I'm not leaving this couch until you tell me everything I need to know. Sit down and fucking talk."
His jaw clenched. "I thought we were working past this."
"Toji—I do not have the time nor patience for this. You can keep stalling if you want to. I'm so over this marriage. I don't give a fuck. I'll leave you right now," you flared.
What Toji saw before him was a rare sighting. Your eyes were sad. However, the tone in your voice was filled with anger. As he continued to look at you, the words Shiu spoke kept replaying in his head. "You better hope she doesn't find a good lawyer."
What would you think of your husband once he told you that he was an assassin? His way of making money was through killing. You lived in this two-story penthouse because he was an assassin. That radiant gem sitting beautifully yet painfully on your finger was purchased with assassin money. None of the funds Toji made was clean. Every bill was stained with blood. How would you feel about this? Never in his life did Toji feel worried about telling someone his profession. But with you? He just couldn't bring himself to tell you the truth.
There was something about you that he needed to explore the night you met. You were spontaneous enough to hook up with him randomly because it was your twenty-first birthday. Toji thought you were too pure for him, but he wanted to be selfish. He figured laying low from his secret life would give him the time to focus on you. Become someone you deserve. He longed for someone like you. However, Toji felt as if he regretted meeting you at the bar that night. Not for the sake of him, but because of you. Had he not fallen in love, you would have never been put in this position. No—had he told you the truth, this conversation wouldn't have occurred. This marriage wouldn't have fallen apart.
"Toji! I'm not about to ask you again. If you keep fu—"
"I'm an assassin—[Y/N]. Okay? I kill people for money," he blurted. From how you knitted your brows, he knew how this would end. "You were never a secret. Everyone knows about you."
"Y-You're a what? Who's everyone? I-I-I don't understand?"
"An assa—"
"I heard what you said, Toji. How? How is this even possible? Ten years? That's how long we've been together. Is this something new?" you puzzled.
"No. I've been an assassin since I was twenty."
"Underground fighting?" He nodded, already knowing what you were going to ask. "W-When were you planning on telling me? You don't think this is something you should tell someone before getting married?"
"I was afraid," he admitted.
"Afraid of what? That I was going to report you to the police?"
"No—that I was going to lose you. Afraid of what you might think of me."
"You didn't give me a chance. You hid this side from me, making me believe I was a secret in your life. Again—who's everyone?"
Toji was well respected in his field of work, being the top assassin in the association where he worked. After leaving his family's estate, he actually got into underground fighting to make ends meet. But that's when Shiu came around. Toji was quite popular in the illegal world of fighting. He won every fight, leaving without a scratch or bruise. Shiu was known for recruiting underground fighters and having them trained into assassins. He kept his eyes on Toji. Shiu thought he was too good just to be an illegal fighter, so after Toji's final fight, he gave him an offer. Your husband didn't even think for a second before accepting because he thought anything would be better than being homeless, struggling to make money.
Besides, he was okay with his profession. It gave him the flexibility to work as he pleases while still having money. He was set to do this for life—until he met you.
Once you began dating, Toji didn't want to put you in harm's way. He tried to for a while but didn't want to take assignments while with you. Toji needed to move differently. Yes, he was the best in his league. However, he would never be naïve enough to think others didn't have it out for him. His son had the utmost protection, living in the estate of the association where he worked, especially under Gojo's supervision. Thus, the association knew that kept Toji focused on protecting you. The people he worked with had never met you, but they were very aware of you. Although he kept them at arm's reach when talking about you, Toji's colleagues knew how much you meant to him.
"Gojo—the people you met the night of the party. They all know about you. They've been helping me keep an eye on you when I would be away on assignments. More so, Gojo," he answered.
"So—when you came home late at night, it was because you were out—killing people?"
"If you want to put it like that, yeah. I've admitted to my infidelity, and I'm not saying this to give you any relief, but she and I only physically slept together three times. When I came home late, it wasn't because I was cheating. I know it's hard to believe, but I love you, [Y/N]. I always will, and that will never change," he explained. "I need you to know that I did this to protect you. I just cannot afford to lose you."
"Okay—but you still didn't tell me why you broke up with me while we were dating."
He deeply sighed. "When I left my family's estate, I cut all ties with them, so I was sure they couldn't find me anywhere. Two years before meeting you—I was married—and we had a son together. Other than you, she was the only woman I ever loved. I was happy. For once, something good happened to me. Unfortunately, somehow, my family found my whereabouts. One day, I went to the store with Megumi, and—I came back home to see her in a puddle of blood. It was my family. They killed her."
"Toji…"
He rubbed his hand through his face to wipe away the tears. "They took away someone important to me. I was angry. Hurt. My emotions were all over the place. I wanted revenge. I wanted blood. But no matter what I did, they were always one step ahead of me. I couldn't take care of Megumi how I wanted. Not with how I was. So I left him under the association's protection. I continued searching, but I couldn't find any leads. That's when you came in. Fuck, I felt so guilty, but there was just something about you. I thought it was wrong of me to move on. When I told you I loved you for the first time, I had a dream the night before, and she told me it was okay to be happy. I thought some god above answered my prayers when they had us together the night of the bar. You were perfect. You are perfect. You always made me happy—but then…."
"But then what?"
"I found a few leads on my family's whereabouts. I went to kill them, but I missed one. My younger cousin. It was him who killed my wife. I don't know who, but someone in the association gave him intel about you. That's why I broke up with you. I didn't need anyone to see how close we were. Maybe just see it as a casual hookup. Knowing me—that wouldn't have worked. I loved you too much. Therefore, it was a hard choice, but I had to leave [Y/N]. That was the best way for me to protect you while keeping you in arms reach. I never took my eyes off you. It's just around the time. It was too dangerous for us to be together."
"…"
"…[Y/N]. I know it's a lot to process."
Your husband was an assassin. "A lot to process" is definitely an understatement. He was a widow with a son when he met you. You knew how abusive his family was, but you never expected them to go as far as killing Toji's wife. It seemed like their goal was to take any bit of happiness away from him. You had to sympathize with him because no one deserved what he's been through. However, you've been with someone you didn't know for the last ten years. Maybe you were reacting calmly. Then again—how do you respond to a confession like this? At this moment, you don't feel angry anymore. Although people in his life knew about you, it didn't excuse the fact that he cheated on you and hid a part of his life from you. How did he even manage to hide it this well?
At this point, you were tired. Not only were you being cheated on, but you've also been lied to. Too many secrets have been kept away from you. You've been together since you were twenty-one. Did he not trust you? It shouldn't have taken him ten years to tell you the truth. Honestly, it shouldn't have taken him cheating and you threatening to leave him. It's not fair. You gave your all to him and this marriage. Whether you sympathized or reacted too calmly, Toji didn't give you a chance to have a choice. It's good to hear that he can acknowledge his selfishness. You fell in love with your husband while he had skeletons hiding in his closet.
Sometimes you wish you never found out he cheated. Rather than looking for him at the party, he could've come to you. It sounds crazy, yes. However, you would do anything to have your happy marriage again—even if that meant living in secret. Unfortunately, it was too late. Too much damage has been done. If it was just the two years of neglect, that's something you could've sat down and talked about, right? You loved him so much. You would do anything to make this work, but it's too late—it's too late.
"Am—Am I next? Is your cousin gonna come kill me next? Toji, I-I-I don't know—" you frantically said.
His eyes widened, heart nearly breaking from hearing how scared you were. He stood up to pull you into his embrace, having you sit in his lap as he tilted your chin to meet his gaze. "[Y/N]. Look at me. I promise you—I will never let anyone or thing harm you—I swear. You and my son are the only people that matter to me. Even if you leave me, I will always protect you. I love you. You know that, right?"
"I do, but—I don't think I can do this anymore. I love you so much. I thought we were best friends—"
"We are, [Y/N]."
You shook your head, giving him a wet chuckle. "We're not. If we were, you would've told me this before we married. Ten years is a long time, Toji. You lied to me. I look at you and feel like I don't even know who you are anymore. I understand you were trying to protect me, and I appreciate that, but you didn't even give me a chance to decide. I'm your wife, and you're my husband. For better and for worse is what we promised. This all could've been preventable had you told me the truth. When we had dinner, I allowed you to be completely honest, and you still left out details. That's not your decision to make."
"I'm sorry," he breathes.
A tear escaped your eye. "I know—I know you are, my love." You rested your palm on his cheek, gently brushing your thumb underneath his eyes. As you continued looking at your husband, a lump formed in your throat. Tears rapidly flow to painfully decorate your face. As it was the same for Toji. You cried, and you cried hard. There were no more words to describe how you felt. Your lips were quivering as you gave him a mournful kiss. Yet, even while you were crying, your steady breaths were in sync. Toji snaked his arms around your waist to deepen the kiss because he didn't want to let you go. He knew he lost you from the moment he told you the truth. You couldn't fight it, so just this once, you allowed him to hold you.
After parting from his lips, you removed that painful attachment from your finger to place it in his palm. You were hesitant to close his hands, but you did. "I love you," you mouthed. His eyes were tender, woefully filled with nostalgia. Somehow, even while you were crying, Toji couldn't help but think how beautiful you are. He was so hell-bent on fighting for your trust once more. However, even if he knew at this moment, there was nothing more he could do. You didn't ask for much. You only wanted him to love you properly, and he couldn't do that.
It hurts, but you are proud to finally be strong enough to leave. You stood up to walk toward the door. You'll come back when he isn't here to pack your belongings. Before walking out, you turned around to give him a soft smile. It was genuine, he notes. Then—you were gone. Toji tried to hold in his tears, but they continued coming. Another good thing slipped through his fingers, and he felt at fault.
contains: nsfw, mentions of dildo, glass dildo, fem!reader sends a nude vid, creaming <33, angel as petname
sakusa doesn't like the idea of toys.
why would you need them? a hopeless silicone in a form of a dick wouldn't give you real pleasure is what he says. never will he admit that it tainted his pride when you asked him to buy you a toy, was he not doing .. good? he always made sure to make you cum before he does, always made sure to leave you shaking in overstimulation to the point of almost being deaf for a moment. he knows that he's pretty big too, so did you really need something bigger? you can barely take all of him either way. so why?
you responded to all of his wonderings with a video.
3:33, 3 minutes and 33 seconds of you bullying the prettiest glass dildo he's ever seen in his life into your already creaming cunt. a stream of white follows the valley of your ass, leaving a pool of mess underneath you. your face isn't visible in the video, but he can imagine the way your lips falls open to a silent scream, can practically see your eyes rolling back as you came around the toy. and god did his dick jumped when you pulled out the glass dildo. you look angelic, a gallop of cum drips out of your poor cunt as you come down from your high, your labored breathing being the last thing he heard as the video ended.
since then, he uses the damned dildo to prep you for his dick. it would be a miracle if you didn't cum at least twice, but that's okay, sakusa only likes the best for his sweet angel. <3
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