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Synopsis: your therapist Nanami has remained professional despite your irresistible charms for far too long…
Pairing: Nanamixreader
Content MDNI: therapist! Nanami, patient! Reader, slowburn, HEAVY NSFW, fingering, oral (fem+male), slight degrading, Nanami is sexually frustrated, Nanami is down bad, FULL NELSON, doggystyle, cervix smooching
S/N: Decided to post my drafts a bit, enjoy!
Nanami Kento was a prestigious therapist at his job. A perfect professional. He had helped you in every way that mattered to you, mental health, dating, emotional support. Despite his rigid and tone def demeanors he’s practically been your only consistent factor these days. He’s always had your back even when you felt you didn’t want to be here anymore. His favorite words were “think about the future, not the present, there’s still parts of the world and life you haven’t discovered yet.” Through every twist and turn he’s remained professional. But you couldn’t help but begin to see him different over time. Well. Let’s just say even from the beginning. He was always sharply dressed. Perfectly pressed button down office shirts and ties that were always white or blue or both. Perfectly combed and cut blonde hair that he kept neatly slicked back, not a hair out of place. Those strong shoulders and thick bicep muscles, and large firm hands that held his notebook and pencil, would make you bite your lip as you watched absently.
It wasn’t long before you’d let your mind start to wander. He was so kind. And professional, you wondered if he’d ever crossed those lines and confused himself for you. And in your last session, there was tension. Something odd that you simply couldn’t explain. Maybe it was the way he adjusted his tie everytime you hit your bottom lip, or maybe it was the way he watched the way you’d press your thighs together everytime he moved his grip on his notepad. But either way. You felt it. And although there was nothing sexual about the context of your conversation, there was surely something up spoken between you two. And there blossomed curiosity. You began to wonder what he sounded like when he moaned. What he looked like with his face etched in pleasure. Or what his hands would feel like digging into your soft thighs. You wondered if he, felt it to. This weeks session was different. The air. Was thicker.
“Good morning y/n how are you feeling today? Could you describe your mood to me on a scale of 1-10? 1 being a really bad day and 10 being the best day?” It was protococal. He’d been your therapist once a week for 6 months now. And he always asked the same question to start your sessions. Although it frustrated you at times, and you wanted to just get to the point, you knew, the question was still…relevant.
“About an 8”
He tapped his pen over his notepad with his legs crossed in those biege slacks he rotated in occasionally. “An 8. Why an 8 and not a 10 so early into your morning?”
You twirled your fingers in a strand of your hair before your face burned noticing the veins in his hands from writting (earlier probably)
“Um well…I-I haven’t been sleeping well, I’ve been up all night…”
He nods looking directly at you and listening intently. And for a moment his eyes flick down toward your hands curling nervously under the hem of your skirt, then immediately meets your eyes again. It was so fast you could’ve missed it, but you didn’t, you never did.
“What’s been on your mind?”
You gulped hard.
“Well…it’s not that big of a deal”
He shifts and leans back into his arm chair, legs still folded.
“It must be something significant if it’s keeping you up at night”
He taps his pen over his notepad while you sat there contemplating whether or not to tell the truth. Because the truth is? It was him keeping up late at night. The way he always knew exactly what to say, those rough knuckles that looked like the swords on them had aged and left scars from fights in the past. You cleared your throat. You know the only option was to tell the truth.
“I’ve been curious about…masterbation”
Nanami doesn’t move. But his face said everything. And he wasn’t one to be very expressive with his face. His typically relaxed and half lidded eyes were wide. You could actually see the hazel in his eyes. He held his breath for a moments before clearing his throat. His finger twitched over the pen in his hand.
“Yes. If that’s what you want to discuss. But just know. It’s not my profession. I’ll help you as best that I can.”
Your face was burning like you’d been sitting in summer heat all day. You barely held his gaze enough though his eyes never left yours.
“Is there a reason you want to talk about this? The interest is abnormal for you…”
“Um…not really…I just don’t have much experience with it…independently”
He nods and adjusts his tie. And even from where you were sitting, you could see his eartips turn pink.
“I see. I’ll do my best to help you. Tell me. What do you want to know about masterbation?”
“Well…I’ve done it before…but I want it to feel good…my friend tried it, she says she enjoys it and it helps you relax, but…I haven’t found enjoyment in it…or relief.”
Nanami’s eyes search yours as if he’s searching for a lie, like you asking him this was unbelievable. It was one of two things or both. That you weren’t typically shifting conversations to anything sexual, let alone expressing your own participation in it. Or the fact that Nanami Kento wasn’t particularly active himself. Immersing himself with work kept him too busy to think about things like, sex, or self pleasure. He cleared his throat gently.
“First, y/n, you want to make sure that you’re doing this for the right reasons, I’m your therapist, and I care about your well being. Make sure that you doing this is not to release stress hormones, that can increase the likelihood of an addiction. And when you’re stressed is when you’re the most likely to get attached to any available coping skill available.”
You rolled your eyes.
“I know…”
He nodded. “Okay. Well…have you tried, using your imagination? Having a picture or a voice in mind?”
You nodded slowly with your cheeks burning. Somehow. You could feel it, that he knew, that he was what you imagined.
“Okay then. Have you tried using two fingers? Instead of one?”
You shook your head no. Exhaling deeply and looking him in the eyes. His expression was always neutral, stern. He nods again.
“Try that. And…try curling your fingers upward. Not straight. Straight will start arousal. But curling your fingers is where you’ll find…your g-spot”
“And where is that?”
He exhales softly as his eartips turn a darker shade of pink.
“It’s at the front of your womb. Just upward. If you push against it, you’ll achieve an orgasm”
Your lips part in awe. The way he knew so much about a woman’s body, a woman’s pleasure
You fidgeted with the sleeve of your blouse and gulped.
“Okay. I’ll try it.”
He nods.
“If you like to discuss the after affects and self-care, I’m happy to help”
You nodded slowly before shifting the conversation.
“There’s been something else on my mind…Mr. kento”
Nanami’s eyebrows rose, two surprises in one session. They probably made Nanami’s entire week.
“Go on, tell me what on your mind?”
“Honestly…today would’ve been a 10…if I knew how you felt about me…”
Oh. Kento’s eyes widened, he cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. A nervous habit.
“Y/n, I’m sorry but I cannot cross my professional boundaries as your therapist. Please ensure to keep the context of the conversation around you and how I can best support you at this time.”
You pouted. Of course, he’d never risk his job over a connection that could be casual. You continued your session expressing concerns with work and your nighttime routine. But deep down inside your feelings never changed, and you weren’t giving up there. For weeks you began showing up to his sessions, in tiny skirts. Sinful ones, that barely covered your ass and lace panties peaking from underneath, and upur therapist is professional of course, even when you began offering to help him make his coffee during sessions, and bending over to pick up trash in those skirts. You’d caught him choking once or twice. But you never pushed too hard, and he respected women too much to demand you put on some clothes. So he allowed himself to be tortured. Until your next session arrived. You were in another tiny skirt, heels, a button down blouse that you left unbuttoned just enough to reveal cleavage and red lips. And during your session, minute by minute you watched him slowly break. Biting his pin so hard it broke, sweat at his temple, the light pink flush of his cheeks. He wrote in his notes but he couldn’t hide the heat flash that shot a wave through him.
You sipped coffee from a mug. He was kind enough to offer you a mug this time, instead of you just making his. Your red lips left a stain on the rim. But as subtle as it was Nanami was licking his lips absently. When you sat down your mug on the central coffee table, you leaned back into your seat, legs crossed your tiny skirt riding up your perfect thighs. He’s tried to deny himself by this point, but after this being close to the 10th time he’s seen you in an obscene skirt, it’s been easier and easier to catch him staring.
“How are you feeling today? On a scale 1-10? 1 being the worst. 10 being the best”
“A 10”
After what he taught you last week? Yeah. A ten.
Nanami leans forward in his chair, pen and notepad ready.
“Excellent. Tell me, what’s gotten your day off to such a great start?”
“Um…well I…I did the thing we talked about in our last session…”
“Mhm”
“It was…incredible”
Nanami’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. He hadn’t realized what you’d meant by what you talked about last time because during your sessions you typically cover a lot of ground, so it slipped his mind for moment until you’d said it was incredible. but oh. That.
He cleared his throat.
“That’s good, I remember that I did tell you if you wanted to follow up about that…that I um….I was willing to do that…”
“Because I thought of you.”
Nanami’s cheeks flushed. Him? Your boring therapist? He couldn’t believe his ears. There was a long stretch of silence.
“It’s um. it’s hot in here.”
You looked around his office. You knew there was central air in the entire facility.
“It’s cool in here for me”
You spread your legs subtle but well enough for him to see the panties you were wearing.
“You’re sure you’re not coming down with a fever Mr.kento?”
Cleared his throat and undid his tie almost frustrated and rubbed his mouth.
“Black lace”
You stiffened for a moment, almost unsure you heard what you’d heard.
“What?”
“Your panties. Their black lace. You’ve worn them before. Their my favorite pair”
Your chest felt like a bomb went off. Your face burned. But Nanami sat up in his seat across from you. The broad daylight beaming through the floor to ceiling windows in his office.
“And I don’t stop you. When you flash them. Because I yearn to see them one more time. Just incase, they’re a different color.” He groans behind his lips and pants through parted lips and flushed cheeks. “Let me see. One more time”
You stared at him in shock lips parted like you couldn’t believe what he was saying. But then he stood, towering over you. Tall broad and eager. “Please”
You nodded and spread your thighs slowly. He dropped to his knees looking at your wide legs like he’s found a rare diamond worth millions and. Burried his face between your thighs like he was a wild animal let loose. He hummed and let his warm wet tongue dragged over your lace covered cunt over and over until it was soaked and cool air hit making you get chills. he sucked your clit through lace groaning like a farel beast and moved your Panties to the side before licking and sucking away like a starved caveman. “Mmm, fuck, you have no idea, ngh—, how long I’ve wanted to, ugh, taste you”
His words muffled against your slick and drool covered cunt. He dragged the flat his tongue from the bottom of your folds to the tip of your clit in one long stripe before slurping up your clit and gripping your thighs. Every pleasured sound from you only made him bolder. Your thighs trembled with pleasure. He smacked his lips and groaned before slurping your clit again. He sucked your pussy until you were crying and creaming on his tongue, and then? He folded your legs hard to your chest and began pumping his girth between your slurp swollen folds, slick with your syrupy fluids. He pushed his needy cock so hard up your pussy your stomach buldged as you trembled and whimpered with each thrust that sent you bouncing hard.
“Fuck you look so damn pretty taking me”
He growled out, thrusting fractionally and tenderizing your g-spot. He squeezed your thighs hard as he railed you completely dumb and dizzy.
He popped his cock from your juicy folds and lifted you by the back of your head until you were sitting upright. His massive cock was right in your face pre-cum leaking over the tip mixed with your slick.
“Don’t get shy on me now y/n”
You bravely spit on his steel rod and stroked his girth.
“God yes.”
He mumbled out. Every roll of your hands sending jolts through him. He groaned letting your work your magic. You watched him pulse and twitch in your tight stroking grasp with parted lips like you wanted more.
“Go on…”
You leaned in rubbing the flat of your tongue over just the tip and making him shiver. Testing. Teasing. And then wrapping your lips around the fullness of his cock, stretching your lips. He hummed in satisfaction watching your mouth full of him like you had a foot in your mouth. He let you adjust for a moment, letting your droll drip around his veiny shaft before thrusting slowly.
“Ugh—, that’s it…”
He hummed out as your soft, wet lips pushed up and down his cock.
“So fucking naughty hmm? Torturing me in those little skirts?”
He gritted out sliding his hands in your hair and holding onto you before thrusting a bit harder. You let out a muffled sound.
“You don’t know what you do to a man y/n”
He groaned as you whimpered helplessly on the size of his cock.
“Turn around”
The command was simple, but you didn’t hesitate. You turned over on the sofa, hands curled into the cushions. He groaned a farel sound when he slid up your skirt until your black laced panties where revealed hiked up between your ass cheeks like thong. He squeezed your ass cheeks hard with eager groan and spreaded them before slowly lifting his cock back into you. Feeling him fill up your womb from this angle was overwhelming, you immediately moaned as he stretched you. He balled your skirt up in his fists and began slamming his cock into you.
“Risking my damn job to finally stuff you with my cock”
Your vision blurred, the pleasure uncharted as he burried every inch of his massive length into your tingling womb. Thrust after thrust sent you in a tizzy, you were no match for the way he pushed his cock so far up your womb he was kissing your cervix. Until he was filling you full of his cream like a jelly filled donut.
After your session. You could barely walk. You limped from his office. And once you’d gotten home after your drive, you saw a text from him. “When would you like to schedule our next session?”
Oh nanami the man that you are…more shortflix to come…
Synopsis: your husband Nanami misses you on his business trip and really loves your selfies…
Pairing: nanamixreader
Content MDNI: self-pleasure, masterbation, yearning, he misses you, old photos, you're married, slight limerence, exhibitionism, demisexuality
You were Nanami Kento’s beloved wife, married for a year now. Perfectly newlywed. Your wedding was magical, he gave you everything you wanted, and he worked overtime just be able to afford it. You’d begged him to stop because you missed him at home, but you knew your beloved fiancé was more than devoted to you and refused to stop until he could afford the wedding of your dreams. From co-worker in a cliche office romance to a well rounded married couple now. And the love between you two? It had only grown and swelled in both of your hearts. Nanami, your husband despite his stoic demeanor was head over heels and you knew that, because you knew your husband. And because he was working so hard before the wedding, he was promoted to manager of his department. Such a big promotion was a big responsibility, and it made your salaryman husband busier and it made you missed him so much that it ached. He’d been so busy traveling for work that the two of you spent your first wedding anniversary over a video call, Nanami delivered your gifts to your house and had you open them with him virtually, enjoying your reactions and savoring every moment. But not being able to see you as much as Nanami wanted it made him nearly crazy, crazier than he’s ever been about you. You were half out of your mind too. So things…they began to…escalate. After your last call with Nanami he'd officially lost it. Taking out his favorite photo of you in a polaroid from his suite case he'd immediately ran his hands down his already aching cock.
“God my wife is so fucking perfect…”
He muttered under his breath palm gripped tight around the hard lines of his erection as he pumped himself right there in his bed. Every needy pulse of his cock was met by the squeezing and pumping of his calloused hands. That picture? Heaven sent. He threw his head back and let out a choked sound, he had denied himself of pleasure for too long. He loved you with an ocean of devotion so he always had the urge, but he always said and believed it was for weak and impatient men. While he didn't change his perspective on that, he had to acknowledge, that he was now one of those weak and impatient men. For you. His thighs twitched as he chased that high, his firmly gripped palm was rubbing from base to tip in a furious motion. He breath was coming in ragged, choked broken sounds tearing from his throat remembering you in just your beautiful glory. In the sunlight, in the moonlight, wind swept, tired, angry, dressed lazily, dressed formally. Nanami’s cheeks were crimson red as he frantically stroked his throbbing and twitching length to the thought of you because now the photo wasn't enough. His hips jerked as pleasure crashed through him. The lewd act evident on his hands as he panted through his climax before cleaning himself with tissues and leaving you a text. “I love you”
Nanami will always be perfect (>///~///<) (I love writing these occasionally now)
Synopsis: nerdjo getting special treatment while he studies for midterms…
Pairing: nerdjoxreader
Content MDNI: oral sex, oral (male), handjob, foreplay, first times (nerdjo), extroverted reader, introverted nerdjo, whimpering nerdjo
Disclaimer: here’s a snack while you wait for long fics🥹
You wrapped your warm wet lips tight around the hard lines of nerdjoʼs pulsing erection. His manhood pulsed greedily behind your pumping lips, pulling him in and out in a suction that left him trembling in overwhelming pleasure. You dragged your drooling lips up and down the shaft, slurping the slick against his aching cockhead slowly. Agonizingly slow. And poor nerdjo was whimpering like he simply couldnt get enough. Nervously begging for more and more. ʼy\n…p-please…ʼthrowing his head back in his desk chair, he could feel his glasses sliding off of his face but didn’t dare touch it. His fingers were too busy clinging to your hair for dear life. he could feel everything just below the waste tingling like electricity was shooting through him each and every time your tongue would lick up against his sensitive tip behind your lips. And you could feel the way his thighs trembled, eager, overstimulated with sensations and pleasures. You’d slurped again, a loud slick and wet sound that made him shudder and whine. Because it was you. The campus baddie that no one could get their hands on. You knew everyone. The friendly girl who never misses a single frat party, but none of those frat boys really knew what it took to get your attention. You weren’t playing hard to get, you just had a type. And maybe the kind of guy that knew about chemistry and biology and talked about it freely as a casual topic was more our speed. Or maybe it was because he wasn’t a cocky jerk like the rest of the frat guys. While they did whatever they could to have restless sex with you, your eyes were on him. That cool dorky white haired and blue eyed cutie.
But unfortunately for you, when you started dating your sweet bio-chem major it hadn’t occured to you that maybe he was in fact, a virgin. So of course you guyʼs started slow. Sometimes you’d let him finger you during one of his lectures (you had biochem together) or when you’d cuddle and heʼd wrap his lips right around the tack tip of your hard nipples just to get used to the feeling. Itʼs shocking to think he had no experience with women but somehow you’d been completely satisfied. it had been some time, not pushing too hard on the idea to have sex despite it practically killing you not to do anything every time you’d see him get hard enough to burst from his slacks everytime you’d wear a tank top with your cleavage out, or those short shorts that were all but too short.
But now? You’d never seen a man in so much pleasure. He was unearthed. Toes curling everytime you stroked his cock in the tight grip of your palm while you gurgled drool and precum on his tip. A whiney “ah—,”dragging from his lips in the most strained way when your lips popped from his cock just for you to roll your tight palm up and down his aching length. The hard lines of his erection petruding more prominently the more you stroked him. The roll of your palms made him weak in every sense. His piercing blue eyes rolling to back of his head letting out those pathetic sounds.
“You like that?”
A trick question. He hummed an overwhelmed sound and formed his lips to speak “y-yes—“
You bit your bottom lip and rubbed his cock harder now, his hips jerking up into your touch now chasing that increase of pressure desperately. “F-f-fuck y/n…I’m gonna—ngh!”
“Go ahead sweetie, it’s okay” and it’s almost as if instinctually your words pushed him right over the edge almost like his body had been holding and waiting just for your permission for him to reach that climax. His hips jerk violently as the grunting and groaning filled the space between you. His white sap dripped down your knuckles. Every pulse squirted his perfect white gravy until your hand was covered in him.
Instead of studying for his upcoming midterms, nerdjo decided to instead study the inner workings of your womb that had been warm and eagerly waiting for him. Before tonight. Nerdjo was an inexperienced man who spent all of his time with his nose in his books. But after tonight he discovers putting his nose and lips between yours legs was something he now enjoyed so much more. And it turns out? He didn’t need to study. Because after having possibly the best first time imaginable it somehow gave him the brain power he needed to pass his exams with a perfect score.
Synopsis: your therapist Nanami has remained professional despite your irresistible charms for far too long…
Pairing: Nanamixreader
Content MDNI: therapist! Nanami, patient! Reader, slowburn, HEAVY NSFW, fingering, oral (fem+male), slight degrading, Nanami is sexually frustrated, Nanami is down bad, FULL NELSON, doggystyle, cervix smooching
S/N: Decided to post my drafts a bit, enjoy!
Nanami Kento was a prestigious therapist at his job. A perfect professional. He had helped you in every way that mattered to you, mental health, dating, emotional support. Despite his rigid and tone def demeanors he’s practically been your only consistent factor these days. He’s always had your back even when you felt you didn’t want to be here anymore. His favorite words were “think about the future, not the present, there’s still parts of the world and life you haven’t discovered yet.” Through every twist and turn he’s remained professional. But you couldn’t help but begin to see him different over time. Well. Let’s just say even from the beginning. He was always sharply dressed. Perfectly pressed button down office shirts and ties that were always white or blue or both. Perfectly combed and cut blonde hair that he kept neatly slicked back, not a hair out of place. Those strong shoulders and thick bicep muscles, and large firm hands that held his notebook and pencil, would make you bite your lip as you watched absently.
It wasn’t long before you’d let your mind start to wander. He was so kind. And professional, you wondered if he’d ever crossed those lines and confused himself for you. And in your last session, there was tension. Something odd that you simply couldn’t explain. Maybe it was the way he adjusted his tie everytime you hit your bottom lip, or maybe it was the way he watched the way you’d press your thighs together everytime he moved his grip on his notepad. But either way. You felt it. And although there was nothing sexual about the context of your conversation, there was surely something up spoken between you two. And there blossomed curiosity. You began to wonder what he sounded like when he moaned. What he looked like with his face etched in pleasure. Or what his hands would feel like digging into your soft thighs. You wondered if he, felt it to. This weeks session was different. The air. Was thicker.
“Good morning y/n how are you feeling today? Could you describe your mood to me on a scale of 1-10? 1 being a really bad day and 10 being the best day?” It was protococal. He’d been your therapist once a week for 6 months now. And he always asked the same question to start your sessions. Although it frustrated you at times, and you wanted to just get to the point, you knew, the question was still…relevant.
“About an 8”
He tapped his pen over his notepad with his legs crossed in those biege slacks he rotated in occasionally. “An 8. Why an 8 and not a 10 so early into your morning?”
You twirled your fingers in a strand of your hair before your face burned noticing the veins in his hands from writting (earlier probably)
“Um well…I-I haven’t been sleeping well, I’ve been up all night…”
He nods looking directly at you and listening intently. And for a moment his eyes flick down toward your hands curling nervously under the hem of your skirt, then immediately meets your eyes again. It was so fast you could’ve missed it, but you didn’t, you never did.
“What’s been on your mind?”
You gulped hard.
“Well…it’s not that big of a deal”
He shifts and leans back into his arm chair, legs still folded.
“It must be something significant if it’s keeping you up at night”
He taps his pen over his notepad while you sat there contemplating whether or not to tell the truth. Because the truth is? It was him keeping up late at night. The way he always knew exactly what to say, those rough knuckles that looked like the swords on them had aged and left scars from fights in the past. You cleared your throat. You know the only option was to tell the truth.
“I’ve been curious about…masterbation”
Nanami doesn’t move. But his face said everything. And he wasn’t one to be very expressive with his face. His typically relaxed and half lidded eyes were wide. You could actually see the hazel in his eyes. He held his breath for a moments before clearing his throat. His finger twitched over the pen in his hand.
“Yes. If that’s what you want to discuss. But just know. It’s not my profession. I’ll help you as best that I can.”
Your face was burning like you’d been sitting in summer heat all day. You barely held his gaze enough though his eyes never left yours.
“Is there a reason you want to talk about this? The interest is abnormal for you…”
“Um…not really…I just don’t have much experience with it…independently”
He nods and adjusts his tie. And even from where you were sitting, you could see his eartips turn pink.
“I see. I’ll do my best to help you. Tell me. What do you want to know about masterbation?”
“Well…I’ve done it before…but I want it to feel good…my friend tried it, she says she enjoys it and it helps you relax, but…I haven’t found enjoyment in it…or relief.”
Nanami’s eyes search yours as if he’s searching for a lie, like you asking him this was unbelievable. It was one of two things or both. That you weren’t typically shifting conversations to anything sexual, let alone expressing your own participation in it. Or the fact that Nanami Kento wasn’t particularly active himself. Immersing himself with work kept him too busy to think about things like, sex, or self pleasure. He cleared his throat gently.
“First, y/n, you want to make sure that you’re doing this for the right reasons, I’m your therapist, and I care about your well being. Make sure that you doing this is not to release stress hormones, that can increase the likelihood of an addiction. And when you’re stressed is when you’re the most likely to get attached to any available coping skill available.”
You rolled your eyes.
“I know…”
He nodded. “Okay. Well…have you tried, using your imagination? Having a picture or a voice in mind?”
You nodded slowly with your cheeks burning. Somehow. You could feel it, that he knew, that he was what you imagined.
“Okay then. Have you tried using two fingers? Instead of one?”
You shook your head no. Exhaling deeply and looking him in the eyes. His expression was always neutral, stern. He nods again.
“Try that. And…try curling your fingers upward. Not straight. Straight will start arousal. But curling your fingers is where you’ll find…your g-spot”
“And where is that?”
He exhales softly as his eartips turn a darker shade of pink.
“It’s at the front of your womb. Just upward. If you push against it, you’ll achieve an orgasm”
Your lips part in awe. The way he knew so much about a woman’s body, a woman’s pleasure
You fidgeted with the sleeve of your blouse and gulped.
“Okay. I’ll try it.”
He nods.
“If you like to discuss the after affects and self-care, I’m happy to help”
You nodded slowly before shifting the conversation.
“There’s been something else on my mind…Mr. kento”
Nanami’s eyebrows rose, two surprises in one session. They probably made Nanami’s entire week.
“Go on, tell me what on your mind?”
“Honestly…today would’ve been a 10…if I knew how you felt about me…”
Oh. Kento’s eyes widened, he cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. A nervous habit.
“Y/n, I’m sorry but I cannot cross my professional boundaries as your therapist. Please ensure to keep the context of the conversation around you and how I can best support you at this time.”
You pouted. Of course, he’d never risk his job over a connection that could be casual. You continued your session expressing concerns with work and your nighttime routine. But deep down inside your feelings never changed, and you weren’t giving up there. For weeks you began showing up to his sessions, in tiny skirts. Sinful ones, that barely covered your ass and lace panties peaking from underneath, and upur therapist is professional of course, even when you began offering to help him make his coffee during sessions, and bending over to pick up trash in those skirts. You’d caught him choking once or twice. But you never pushed too hard, and he respected women too much to demand you put on some clothes. So he allowed himself to be tortured. Until your next session arrived. You were in another tiny skirt, heels, a button down blouse that you left unbuttoned just enough to reveal cleavage and red lips. And during your session, minute by minute you watched him slowly break. Biting his pin so hard it broke, sweat at his temple, the light pink flush of his cheeks. He wrote in his notes but he couldn’t hide the heat flash that shot a wave through him.
You sipped coffee from a mug. He was kind enough to offer you a mug this time, instead of you just making his. Your red lips left a stain on the rim. But as subtle as it was Nanami was licking his lips absently. When you sat down your mug on the central coffee table, you leaned back into your seat, legs crossed your tiny skirt riding up your perfect thighs. He’s tried to deny himself by this point, but after this being close to the 10th time he’s seen you in an obscene skirt, it’s been easier and easier to catch him staring.
“How are you feeling today? On a scale 1-10? 1 being the worst. 10 being the best”
“A 10”
After what he taught you last week? Yeah. A ten.
Nanami leans forward in his chair, pen and notepad ready.
“Excellent. Tell me, what’s gotten your day off to such a great start?”
“Um…well I…I did the thing we talked about in our last session…”
“Mhm”
“It was…incredible”
Nanami’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. He hadn’t realized what you’d meant by what you talked about last time because during your sessions you typically cover a lot of ground, so it slipped his mind for moment until you’d said it was incredible. but oh. That.
He cleared his throat.
“That’s good, I remember that I did tell you if you wanted to follow up about that…that I um….I was willing to do that…”
“Because I thought of you.”
Nanami’s cheeks flushed. Him? Your boring therapist? He couldn’t believe his ears. There was a long stretch of silence.
“It’s um. it’s hot in here.”
You looked around his office. You knew there was central air in the entire facility.
“It’s cool in here for me”
You spread your legs subtle but well enough for him to see the panties you were wearing.
“You’re sure you’re not coming down with a fever Mr.kento?”
Cleared his throat and undid his tie almost frustrated and rubbed his mouth.
“Black lace”
You stiffened for a moment, almost unsure you heard what you’d heard.
“What?”
“Your panties. Their black lace. You’ve worn them before. Their my favorite pair”
Your chest felt like a bomb went off. Your face burned. But Nanami sat up in his seat across from you. The broad daylight beaming through the floor to ceiling windows in his office.
“And I don’t stop you. When you flash them. Because I yearn to see them one more time. Just incase, they’re a different color.” He groans behind his lips and pants through parted lips and flushed cheeks. “Let me see. One more time”
You stared at him in shock lips parted like you couldn’t believe what he was saying. But then he stood, towering over you. Tall broad and eager. “Please”
You nodded and spread your thighs slowly. He dropped to his knees looking at your wide legs like he’s found a rare diamond worth millions and. Burried his face between your thighs like he was a wild animal let loose. He hummed and let his warm wet tongue dragged over your lace covered cunt over and over until it was soaked and cool air hit making you get chills. he sucked your clit through lace groaning like a farel beast and moved your Panties to the side before licking and sucking away like a starved caveman. “Mmm, fuck, you have no idea, ngh—, how long I’ve wanted to, ugh, taste you”
His words muffled against your slick and drool covered cunt. He dragged the flat his tongue from the bottom of your folds to the tip of your clit in one long stripe before slurping up your clit and gripping your thighs. Every pleasured sound from you only made him bolder. Your thighs trembled with pleasure. He smacked his lips and groaned before slurping your clit again. He sucked your pussy until you were crying and creaming on his tongue, and then? He folded your legs hard to your chest and began pumping his girth between your slurp swollen folds, slick with your syrupy fluids. He pushed his needy cock so hard up your pussy your stomach buldged as you trembled and whimpered with each thrust that sent you bouncing hard.
“Fuck you look so damn pretty taking me”
He growled out, thrusting fractionally and tenderizing your g-spot. He squeezed your thighs hard as he railed you completely dumb and dizzy.
He popped his cock from your juicy folds and lifted you by the back of your head until you were sitting upright. His massive cock was right in your face pre-cum leaking over the tip mixed with your slick.
“Don’t get shy on me now y/n”
You bravely spit on his steel rod and stroked his girth.
“God yes.”
He mumbled out. Every roll of your hands sending jolts through him. He groaned letting your work your magic. You watched him pulse and twitch in your tight stroking grasp with parted lips like you wanted more.
“Go on…”
You leaned in rubbing the flat of your tongue over just the tip and making him shiver. Testing. Teasing. And then wrapping your lips around the fullness of his cock, stretching your lips. He hummed in satisfaction watching your mouth full of him like you had a foot in your mouth. He let you adjust for a moment, letting your droll drip around his veiny shaft before thrusting slowly.
“Ugh—, that’s it…”
He hummed out as your soft, wet lips pushed up and down his cock.
“So fucking naughty hmm? Torturing me in those little skirts?”
He gritted out sliding his hands in your hair and holding onto you before thrusting a bit harder. You let out a muffled sound.
“You don’t know what you do to a man y/n”
He groaned as you whimpered helplessly on the size of his cock.
“Turn around”
The command was simple, but you didn’t hesitate. You turned over on the sofa, hands curled into the cushions. He groaned a farel sound when he slid up your skirt until your black laced panties where revealed hiked up between your ass cheeks like thong. He squeezed your ass cheeks hard with eager groan and spreaded them before slowly lifting his cock back into you. Feeling him fill up your womb from this angle was overwhelming, you immediately moaned as he stretched you. He balled your skirt up in his fists and began slamming his cock into you.
“Risking my damn job to finally stuff you with my cock”
Your vision blurred, the pleasure uncharted as he burried every inch of his massive length into your tingling womb. Thrust after thrust sent you in a tizzy, you were no match for the way he pushed his cock so far up your womb he was kissing your cervix. Until he was filling you full of his cream like a jelly filled donut.
After your session. You could barely walk. You limped from his office. And once you’d gotten home after your drive, you saw a text from him. “When would you like to schedule our next session?”
Oh nanami the man that you are…more shortflix to come…
Synopsis: Father Kento is your loving priest and wants to help cure you of your lust for him
Pairings: priest!Nanamixreader, demon!fem!reader
Content: domination, biting, claws, demonic powers, stalking, masterbation, YEARNING, FERAL NANAMI, dirty talking, praise kink, rough, choking, hair pulling, mating press, wall pinning, fingering, eating you out, talking you through it, making it fit, making you take it, cum shot, crying, screaming, overstimulation, multiple orgasms
Word count: 4.3k
Disclaimer: I had fun with this one;)
You went to church every Sunday just because of him, Priest Nanami was a saint by definition, you admired his kindness and compassion, every Sunday you listened to him command the priesthood and direct the church in the right direction, but you were a demon by default. You can't control your origin and it's difficult for a demon to even set foot in a church let alone be a member of one, but for him, just to be close to the priest you stalked and admired tirelessly the effort was nothing to the lengths you'd go to. And demons were known for being more intense in their nature. Every Sunday you'd sit in the back just watching, or maybe even following him around. And it's odd a man of such high spiritual rank hadn't noticed your intense aura, maybe it's because you were changing for the better?
You disguised yourself as most demons do because you can't have a physical body (I guess the bible was right about that at least) you were a dark haired woman dressed formally every Sunday. Because you had stolen the body of some beautiful and weak woman who lacked faith. You wore red mostly because that's what made you feel close to home. But this Sunday your lurking had amounted to no good, finally getting a glimmer of him slipping. Priest!Nanami smoking a cigarette shirtless in his office was the last thing you'd expected when you followed him to the back of the church after everyone cleared for Sunday service.
But my goodness was it amazing to finally make your kitten purr by the sight of him in slight undress, in your dark room that night as you lift your night gown in the dark bed just above your thigh. Nothing but the moonlight poured through as your fingers crept up your skin gently. You're already pulsing and huffing from the sheer need of him, your wet index and middle finger find their way to your core just for you to let out the softest needy moan. You're slow at first stretching your fingers through your tiny kitten hole and wince. You let your top teeth sink deep into your bottom lip, the arousal sharpening those fangs you could never truly hide as you hiss through the strokes of your hands to your core, wet with a squelch!
Imagining him like that was enough to make your legs tremble as you move your fingers deeper, faster, until your panting, gasping, and saying his name. "Nanami!!" And leaking your gluelike fluids down your fingers.
And unfortunately for priest Nanami you've been participating in these lewd acts all week until the following Sunday rolls around. You wear red just the way you always do, a dark red pencil dress, black heels and a red slanted sun hat that hides your face.
Believe it or not, he noticed you, very Sunday in fact. He'd see you from the corner of his eye staring at him from the back rows with those intense eyes, your energy was heavy and arousing, he had made choices in his past that made him commit himself to his lord and savior but every time he saw you, he'd take 5 minutes to pray.
Those eyes, those lips? It made him tremble with desire and he knew it had to be some form of the enemy. He's been avoiding you purposely. He'd never hold himself together if in too close of a proximity to you. He didn't even know your name and he knew the names of every member in his church. You never spoke, you never introduced yourself to anyone, and none knew who you were, just some extremely arousing woman in red watching from the back of the church. He knew you'd watched him regularly but this particular Sunday he noticed you'd made a move, now he's a decent man, despite avoiding you and knowing very little about you even as a member of the church he would hear you out, you'd never know if someone needs your help, and he knew he'd help you regardless, his self righteousness would never allow anything different.
He had just provided a heartfelt testimony to the congregation about staying strong in times of struggle when the enemy tries to hold you down, to always remember there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Clearly his words moved you because for the first time in months the quiet woman in those rows always wearing red had approached. When your eyes meet his, the floor beneath him falters and his breath catches.
"Father Kento..." you begin to speak.
It's the first time he's heard your voice and it's smooth like expensive scotch slithering down his throat as he stiffens and clears his throat to speak.
"Yes, how are you?"
"Could you help me father? I'm wanting to grow closer to Christ but I struggle with temptation"
Oh he was going to fucking loose it. He does everything he can to hide the pink flush deepening in his cheeks.
"Young lady...it's important that in our journey to the lord that we first take accountability for the mistakes we've made and come to terms with that". His arms fold to his chest at his breathing slows. 'She needs my help'.
"Do you have a name?"
You nod and speak softly. "Yes, (y/n)"
"Well, (y/n) if it would help you, I have confessionals anytime you need them to confess your sins. And we will pray"
He adjusts his priest collar feeling the heat crawl up his neck at the red lipped smile that crosses your face.
"I'd like that father kento. Thank you, you're a good leader for the church, and you're greatly admired"
He smiles and nods gently. "Anytime (y/n)"
You fiddle your fingers and avert your eyes. "Can I come to your private confessional today?"
"Of course, come share what's on your mind. I'm here for you anyone here in my church. Whatever you need."
That evening the church was quiet. Nanami worked tirelessly in his office reading scriptures and preparing new schedules for his priesthood and testimonies nervously awaiting your arrival, until there's a bell. And he freezes.
There's a private booth in the congregation. He walks into it knowing you're sitting on the other end of the anonymous vent.
He addresses you. "(Y/n)?"
"Yes father"
You answer softly and politely.
His heart sinks.
"Should we start with a prayer?"
"Father kento if it's alright...could we pray at the end?"
He nods. "Yes, if that's what you want"
he clears his throat.
"What's on your mind (y/n)"?
You hesitate shyly, twiddling your fingers on the other end of the anonymous booth almost glad he can't see how flushed you are. You breath heavily and he can hear it, thickening the tension in the booth.
The silence stretches.
"(Y/n) are you alright?"
His genuine and sincere concern melts your heart and the space between your legs. Your knees tremble.
"It's you Father Kento, the things I do to myself when I'm alone to the thought of you"
You breath heavily pausing in a desperate attempt to hold yourself together as you crumble at the seams.
He's flabbergasted, and flushed, his cheeks beaming red, unable to speak, he lets you continue on the other end of the confessional.
"I touch myself every night to you...can you free me from this torturous lust father?"
His breath hitches on the other of the booth and he knows you've heard it, he presses down hard on his growing buldge beneath his black dress pants.
"(Y/n)" he clears his throat,
"The temptation you feel is a reflection perhaps of your need for the love of our lord and savior. Please, pray with me"
"Father kento, I'm so needy for you...do you think Jesus can save me from the unbareable urge to say your name? I know you're already rock hard thinking of me—,"
But he cuts you off. "Please, pray with me. He will save you"
But he knew you were right, god did he want to exist the confessional and take your right there, the two of you were alone for sure so it wouldn't be the hardest thing to get away with. But suddenly there's a moan on the other end of the confessional.
'What is she doing??'
You're moaning softly and feverishly red in the face as your touch yourself right there in the confessional. And he can't fucking believe it.
You whimper softly as your fingers rub the sensitive hooded fresh between yours lips.
"Father kento...save me from this prison"
You moan eagerly.
The throb in Nanami's dress pants almost burst as he places a distressed hand on the wall and catches his breath to calm himself but it does nothing. Until you suddenly hear rapid footsteps fading in the distance.
You pout.
He left.
You quietly gather yourself with a devilish grin on your face.
"Thank you father, accountability does help"
You say as you exit the confessional.
.
.
.
"She's a demon. A damn succubus, a temptres"
He says to himself gritting through his teeth, one hand pressed to the wall of his office so hard his finger tips hurt while he strokes his hard veiny length. He releases a guttering groan from the back of his throat as his rough firm hand stroke rough, his legs tremble with need and pleasure. "Fuck I need her" he groans between his teeth, stroking harder and faster, flicking his thumb at his red and bolbus tip of his swollen needy cock, his hips buck as a loud and rough groan rips from his throat. "Fuck (y/n) I bet you'd feel so good, and look so pretty while you're taking me" he strokes faster the intensity showing in his muscles as he shivers before one more long stroke of his veiny shaft sends his hips bucking, his legs trembling as a pained guttering moan rips from his throat uncontrollably.
He pants hard in the aftermath, his hand still gripping the wall as his white sap drips from his swollen tip and down his hand. He leans his head back to catch his breath.
"What are you doing to me (y/n)?"
.
.
.
The following Sunday the air between you two is different. The distant glances send chills down his spine when your dark eyes follow him around the church. The way you look at him as if all he has to do is say the word and your his, gives him a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach.
You're wearing black today, interesting choice of colors.
At the end of Sunday service you finally boldly approach him, and he's too genuine and kind to reject you, and you know that.
"Thank you for last Sunday father, I think you really helped me...truly, it felt good to finally take some accountability and get my thoughts out in the open"
His Adam's Apple bobs from a big gulp, taking in your figure and the black business casual attire, the black heels and pencil skirt to your knees and the white blouse, along with a miniature black sun hat with a laced veil. The lace veil hanging from the black floppy hat in your face almost covering it. His hands clench into fits at his sides.
"Yes...well I'm glad I could help"
As they stand together speaking the congregation clears.
"I'm sorry if I was...a bit extreme"
He exhales. "Come into my office, we should talk"
The walk to father Nanami's office through the Catholic Church was longer than you remember, you walk in front of him and you can feel his eyes burning through the back of your head.
When you arrive at his office he opens the door for you letting you in, but when you walk in you notice the abundance of tissues all over and around his trash can, you pretend as if you hadn't noticed and sit formally in the chair in front of his desk crossing your legs. Father Nanami sits across from you in his office chair and leans in, his elbows firm on the dark wooden desk and resting his hands at his mouth and focuses on you. He clears his throat.
"Last Sunday. You shared your sins with me, in the confessional. Do you remember what you told me?"
Your stomach drops and you avert your eyes sheepishly.
"Y-yes, Father...I remember" you say quietly.
He scoffs. "For someone who behaved the way that you did in the confessional I'm surprised you're so timid"
He breaks into a teasing smile behind his folded hands over his mouth. You fidget and don't speak.
"Oh don't tell me you're all nervous now after telling me what you did?....I mean come on (y/n) I can't say I'm not curious about that naughtier side to you" he pauses and moves his hands from his mouth and leans back in his chair.
You blush and cover your mouth.
"Is it because you can see my face now?" He adjusts himself slightly. "Come here"
It's a command. And you listen, silently standing and moving around the side of the desk. And he watches you like a hawk carefully, your every move.
"Do you still think of me that way at night. When you're alone"
It's a direct question. And you nod as your hand slightly grips the rim of the dark wooden desk. Your breathing deepens.
"Yes"
And the moment you answer he stands towering over you, caging you in with his body and arms against the desk. You gulp at how big of a man his was. 'As much as I watched him, how did I miss how tall and bulky he was?' You think to yourself as he leans down to whispers into your ear.
"And when you're touching yourself at night me....is it enough for you, you never want more?"
A big gentle calloused hand sofly grazes up your thigh and lifts your black skirt with ease. And your breath catches.
"Because I do. And stroking myself to you in my office isn't really going to cut it anymore (y/n)"
His gentle voice dampens your panties as his breath ghosts against your skin, goosebumps rising on you. Your arousal making your fangs appear and your irises turn red and you try to blink them away. Nanami chuckles and lets the hand riding up your skirt move further up your thigh until his thumb is gently rubbing your clit through your panties. And he groans ever so softly in your ear.
"You don't have to hide from me demon. I know exactly, what you are"
You let a gentle moan slip from you as his rubbing grows slightly rougher, and his free hand grips your hip firmly.
"Will you exorcise me?" Your tone weary and desperate all at once as you pant heavily under his touch.
He finally kisses your neck gently.
"Mmm...no (y/n) I intend to exorcise something entirely different"
When another gentle moan errupts from you he kisses your neck with more urgency, moving your panties to the side beneath your skirt making room for his index and middle finger to push into you. His fingers curl into that sweet spot at the top of your womb, your lips grip his fingers like a suction cup and it makes him groan deeply.
"Fuck—(y/n"
He growls against your neck and you mule leaning your head back with an arch but Father Nanami doesn't stop, he ravishes his fingers that Penetrate your core and flicks it furiously against your g spot.
"Does that feel good princess?"
You buck against him from the intensity of his flitting fingers that splat! between you and you whimper out of control.
"Mmmm...you've been so naughty, I just have to teach you a lesson now don't I?"
And when you nod with tears swelling in your eyes, he stops abruptly and pulls you in close, your eyes widen with shock when he suddenly unzips the back of your black skirt and pulls it down with your panties at once, and you step out. His face is stoic when it meets yours again.
A moan escapes you when he roughly pushes you down onto the desk and folds your knees to your chest.
He growls and yanks off his priests collar in a most farel manner and spreads yours lips in the meanest way.
"Such a pretty pussy on such a naughty girl"
He teases and when you whimper eagerly he smacks a mean hand down against your pussy thwack! Leaving a sting in his wake.
You bite your bottom lip to conceal the whimper you almost got punished for.
"Be a good girl and be patient"
He says firmly licking his lips and sliding his index and middle fingers in and out of his mouth before gently sliding them inside of you and letting you draw out your moan when he flicks at your g spot once again. He grins at the sight of your red eyes and fangs.
"You can't handle me princess? you've only barely gotten the full experience. But don't worry. I'll make it fit"
You're too overwhelmed by the flicking of your g spot to obsorb his words but your heart sinks, knowing what's possible to come.
Your legs tremble as his fingers move roughly into you until he bends down and growls against your core sending vibrations through your body and nerves, a raw and guttering moan erupts from you when you feel his rough taste buds and cold wet lips again your sensitive flesh. He roughly holds your knees folded to your chest as he grows against your pussy eating ravenously. His tongue massaging every crevice, his soft wet lips sucking at your already swollen clit.
Your eyes swell with tears of pleasure as you cry out, his hands keeping your knees pressed to your chest restricting your movements, your demon claws ripping into the dark wood of the desk to ease the tension building in your body.
When you buck against his mouth he smacks a mean tough hand against your pussy again.
"I'm in control"
His face holds no expression and his words are flat still mumbling against your core. He continues sliding his fingers into you and flicking your g spot with fast fingers while sucking hard on your clit until you're oozing your white cream on his tongue. Wasting not one drop, he licks you up like a rare delicacy.
"Mmmmm good girl..."
He says standing and unbuttoning his black button down shirt. When you lift your head you can barely see his muscular bare chest and broad shoulders bringing forth to light and you sink your fangs into your bottom lip holding back the still lingering ecstasy of your orgasm.
He leans down over you his face still holding no expression as if he feels nothing and rips your blouse open impatiently exposing your bare skin and breasts, he immediately places a hand under your back and presses wet, hungry, and urgent kisses down your neck and chest, sucking and biting and letting the neediest moans escape you, you run fingers through his hair, making the neatly slicked back blonde hair fall messy to his forehead.
He ignores it entirely and fidgets with his belt buckle, he groans against your skin sucking and kissing along your neck and chest until his belts undone and his pants are down and off.
He comes up and forcefully presses your knees to your chest, pushing his tip against your lips.
"You think your naughty pussy's ready for me princess?"
His voice is ragged, rough and out of breath as you nod with a whimper, he leans down to kiss your forehead and wipe a lingering tear that fell to your cheek.
Your eyes flit downward to see his throbbing length pressed to you impatient and needy. Your eyes widen at him.
"Nanami....I-I don't think—," you whine.
And he lands another aggressive slap down onto your already gushing pussy making a squelching sound that flicks your juices. Making you whimper needily.
"I'll make it fit"
he reassures you firmly before leaning over you and caging you between his muscular tan arms against the desk. His intense eyes meet yours and hold there until you feel a pushing and stretching sensation that makes you wince.
He rolls his hips slowly stretching you as he keeps you spread with your legs to your chest.
He groans with his eyes locked on yours with every half thrust, until you can feel your entrance stretched and full of him and you moan.
He shakes his head.
"There's more"
Your eyes widen.
"M-More?"
You stutter as he nods gently.
His hands grip tightly on your pressed down thighs as he pushes himself further into you and groans loudly.
"Fuck—(y/n)"
He rolls his hips until he's slowly pushed as much of himself into you as possible and stretching you before finally pushing into you hard and you gasp into a pain and pleasures moan.
"Oh god—,"
He pulls you up and grips you by the back of your hair until your neck is fully exposed letting a soft moan slip from you. And he thrusts. Slow, and hard.
Every thrust piercing that gentle cervix and pushing up against your g spot repeatedly. He keeps his hands gripped tight against your hair and grunts heavily as he thrusts hard into you, your moans fuel to the fire.
"God, you're taking me so well"
He gushes at you as his face reddens and his pace quickens. He smacks his hips hard against your flush and makes you spray your wet slick. He grunts through his teeth and the harder he smacks into you the more he grunts through his teeth.
"I get to teach this naught pussy ngh~ a lesson" he grunts.
He picks you up, from the desk, still inside of you and never breaking the connection. His hands are on your back and he pushes you against the wall, your legs still folded as he pushes his throbbing a veiny cock into you his swollen tip kissing your raw cervix.
Tears stream your face as you whimper before he gently kisses your cheeks and down your neck, picking up the pace yet again.
"It's alright. You're doing such a good job, taking me so well."
He kisses your damp cheek before pushing into you hard and drawing a guttering moan from you.
He rolls his hips with a force so powerful it makes your back slam harder in the sheet rock wall. Your legs hang over his shoulders as he slams into you relentlessly, mercilessly. Sweat trickling down his hair, face and shoulders as he tries to comfort your tear soaked and distressed face, your loud moans only making him grunt harder and want you more.
"Fuck I'm so greedy (y/n)" he huffs and breaths heavily never stopping.
"Such a good girl, you're doing such a good fucking job taking me,"
Your demon claws dig into his back breaking the skin and drawing blood from him as you sink your teeth into his neck, your overstimulated body becoming farel and releasing your inhumane instincts. He grunts loudly a rough growl erupts from him as you draw blood from him leaking every which way as he continues to thrust. Making your sopping wet cunt splash against his already red and raw v-line.
His hand grips the back of your neck when you remove your fangs from his neck and he talks roughly through his teeth.
"I'm not stopping princess, not until you're spilling your cum on my cock"
You shout a moan that could be heard from miles away as you tremble and convulse between him and the wall your smooshed up against. Your core exploding with pleasure as you whimper and cry loudly, finally releasing the orgasm he's so desperately has been waiting for, he kisses your lips and down your neck as he becomes desperate and erratic, your orgasm giving him a high that sends him over the edge. He turns animalistic moving his throbbing length into you until your breathless, bruising your cervix, barely able to even moan until he pulls out and shoots his sticky white sappy fluids all over your breast, and stomach, he holds your back with one hand still keeping you pinned against the wall and breathing heavily, letting sweat drip from his hair and face.
You finally catch your breath as he takes a free hand to wipe your damp flushed cheeks.
"You okay?"
Breathlessly. You nod as both come down from the high.
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.
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The following Sunday when the crowd pours in everyone sits as the organ plays drearily in the background. And he bares his weekly testimony. You sit in front row now, staring at him gleaming eyes.
"It has come to my attention that a member of our church (y/n) has not been recognized enough. Though she is quiet and rarely speaks to us, it's important that we flock to one another in times of darkness. With her permission I share that she had come to me in her time of need at the confessional and bared her burdens to me, and through that accountability I was able to truly lift her burdens in ways she could never imagined. I urge others to do the same, share your burdens and sins, because that accountability it can set you free"
Father Kento holds his stare with you while he speaks and when he's done you notice the scabbed bite mark on his neck from you. And it arouses you making your fangs sharpen and your irises turn red, the man sitting next to notices the eye contact and that knowing look between you too, he startles at you inhale features and flenches as you turn to face him.
You smirk. 'Accountability' And all you can think is 'father Kento couldn't be more right about that.'
Synopsis: You got evicted from your apartment in the city and your ex-stepdad shiu was kind enough to let you stay with him on his farm until you’re back on your feet. What could possibly go wrong?
Pairing: Shiuxreader
Content MDNI: farmer!shiu, employed! Femreader, farming with Shiu, slow burn, SOFT DOM, foreplay, shiu is gentle, shiu is early 40’s reader is mid 20’s, taboo, nipple play, DRY HUMPING, fingering, clit stim, OVERSTIMATION, oral fem, COWGIRL, shiu is teaching you how to ride him, you’re yearning, reader has a crush on shiu
Word count: 6.9k
S/N: Shiu is such a good teacher…at uh…farming of course…
The summer was a drag. On top of the scorching summer heat, and working long hours in the city? You were certainly not clicking your heels with joy. And getting evicted from your apartment and staying with your stepdad Shui was no better. It was just for the summer. You'd practically begged on your hands and knees. But, you might be wondering why your stepdad? And not your mom. Well that's because your mother was insufferable. Selfish and shallow. Not to mention it was probably part of the reason that the two of them had gotten divorced (or so it seemed). On top of the fact that there was yet another man in her house, and you really didn't like him that much despite them even having just been divorced only a month ago. But now you were living with him on his farm. You actually hated that she divorced Shiu , you never actually knew why exactly they separated but, since it made them happy? It made you happy too. You'd known Shiu about 2 years, and honestly you always kept your personal thoughts about him to yourself. You always thought he was a catch. Just mostly because he was the nicest, coolest guy you knew. But now? Living on the farm with him? You'd seen an entirely different side to him. He was strong. I mean...really strong. Because when you woke up from a nap and looked through the kitchen window he was carrying two massive hay bales. Two of them. One on his shoulder and the other in his hand like it was nothing. Or carrying some kind of animal feed. Or when he was fixing something in the house. It's a farm house with barely any real A.C accept for the ones in your rooms and Jesus Christ he was always shirtless. And since when was he so absolutely ripped? Tanned and glistening like yams that you just wanted to sink your teeth into. You were yearning to say the least. And you were pretty sure you'd been discreetly drooling until he's caught you dripping water from your mouth completely dumbfounded while he fixed the pipes under the sink.
"Um. Y/n. You alright?"
You'd shot up nervously snapping out of it and practically choking on the water dripping from your mouth.
"Jesus Christ, are you alright?"
He busted out laughing and rushed to grab you a water bottle from the fridge. He held it out to you and you quickly took it and chugged it quickly before you choked on your own drool.
"You've gotta be careful"
He said giving you a nod and bending down to finish his work. You'd stood there and still watched him quietly. And almost dying on your own drool to see him working shirtless like that? Worth it. Every second.
"Hey. I'm gonna go and get dressed, it's boiling out here"
He stood up from the sink and closed the cabinets.
"Hey"
You turned your head over your shoulder and raised your eyebrows. A silent 'go on', from the stairs.
"You got work today?"
You smiled gently. Honestly it's really the most he's said to you since you'd moved in a month ago. You couldn't help but feel a small flutter of butterflies in your stomach.
"Nah. It's Saturday."
A small smile cracked on his lips.
"Well. Instead of watching me work. Why don't you come join me. Get your hands dirty a bit"
He popped a cigarette into his mouth and lit it to take a long drag, he released the smoke and let it curl around his lips and nose. You'd hesitated. Hard. Mostly because it wasn't really your thing. Getting your hands dirty? Honestly no thanks. But you took your time responding. You dragged your eyes along the veins popping from his forehead, and biceps and sank your teeth into your bottom lip absentmindedly and nodded. Because if it meant being just a little closer to him while he worked? You'd practically do anything.
"I'll be out in 5"
He nodded and draped a hand towel over his shoulder.
"Good. Meet me out by the barn when your done"
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In the barn out back Shiu was feeding the chickens with corn while he waited for you. But when he'd seen you come out, his eyes followed you across the field in your tiny denim shorts and cowgirl boots and your tied plaid flannel top spilling your cleavage out the top of it like you were used to dressing that way. When you approached him finally with your hand on your hip looking a bit annoyed he still hadn't said anything. He was looking. And all you could think was "good"
He showed you the basics on the farm. "I was thinking you could help out around here over the weekends. Think it'd do you some good to have some chores around the farm. I know you're used to being a princess with your mother. But not around here kiddo"
He sucked his teeth and handed you a bag of corn. "Kiddo? Shiu...be serious! Do I look like a kid to you?" You giggled with smug expression while taking the bag of corn. Shiu dragged his eyes over you and cleared his throat before he looked away for a second, feeling his face get warm. "Will you just. Feed the chickens?" You couldn't help the sassy eye roll as you strutted away. But Shiu? He just stood there staring at those short shorts you were wearing until he realized what he was doing, and suddenly became very interested in the pile of hay at the fence.
Shiu guided you through the farm teaching you the rest of the basics. Feeding the pigs, the cows and the horses. And honestly at the end of his little tutorial you felt pretty useful and self sufficient, feeling like the world's best farm feeder. That night you'd pretty much skipped dinner and went straight ahead to take a nap. But later that night? You woke up completely STARVING. You groaned rolling out of bed and groggily stumbled into the kitchen, and Shiu sat out in the front porch looking out at the stars probably. You rubbed your head and smacked your lips before looking at the time. "11:36, what the hell is he doing out there at 11:36 at night?"
You scoffed and rummaged through the fridge for sandwich ingredients. Until you suddenly heard his voice. And you'd hit your head at the top of fridge from flinching so hard.
"Another late night snack?"
"Ow! Shiu? What the fuck!? Weren't you just out on the front porch?"
He chuckled softly as you shoved him playfully and closed the fridge with mayo and lettuce in hand. "I was. But I saw you were up. you disappeared for a few hours. That’s probably why you're all hungry"
You nodded taking out two slices of bread and putting them in your saucer plate before straining and struggling to open up the mayo.
"Yeah…But jeeze I don't remember struggling to open up the mayo in this house!"
"Here let me. It was probably my fault. I'm a bit heavy handed and fixed my self a sandwich earlier for lunch today" he said grabbing the jar from you and opening it effortlessly. You let out a relieved sigh as he handed it back to you. "Thanks..."
He leaned on the refrigerator for a moment. And picked his teeth with a tooth pick.
"You know...you did really good today for a first timer"
"Yeah thanks! It was hot out today too, I kinda felt like I was doing more than I actually was. The heat made me feel like I was dragging my feet..."
He nodded. "Yeah. It comes with the territory"
He sat up from the refrigerator and tapped it.
"Same time tomorrow. Gonna teach ya how to do the best part"
Your head snapped behind toward the refrigerator beside you as he walked away. "Oh really!? The best part? I can't wait!" You'd called out to him down the hallways cheerfully as you finished making your sandwich.
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The next morning you dragged your feet down the hallways cheerfully creaking the rickety floorboards of his farm house, you yawned and smacked your lips brushing your teeth in the mirror and washing your face. You sighed looking at the bags under your eyes. You couldn't really sleep last night. You just couldn't stop replaying the way he kept watching you. Everytime you got a flash of the memory, heat and warmth bloomed through you. You left the bathroom and entered the kitchen in an oversized t-shirt and shorts with white bunny slippers. You immediately started the coffee maker and yawned watching as the machine brewed your dark coffee and took a deep and satisfied inhale at the caffeine. The screen door to backyard smacked loudly making you jolt and sigh with subtle annoyance. Your peaceful morning already being disrupted so easily. You glanced over your shoulder seeing Shiu step into the dining room in dirty timberland boots and denim jeans and a white beater. You scoffed to yourself half glad he actually had a shirt on today because he'd been driving you crazy shirtless these days. "Good morning. You're up early" his voice was rough as he rubbed sweat from his temple and tracked his dirty boots into the kitchen. You nodded with a subtle tired sound. "Mhm. Guess I'm just excited" he sighed playfully blushing. Before grabbing your hips and moving you over a fraction. You tensed subtly freezing up at the sudden contact that sent a quiet thrill through you. "Sorry, just trying to be polite" but you looked over at him with a subtle knowing before slowly nodding and putting a few scoops of sugar into your coffee.
He proceeded to wash his hands quickly. No weirdness. No lingering or wandering eyes from him. But....for a moment, for just flicker of a second. You wished he had. "Well, you get yourself settled in for the morning, you know where to find me" he'd said it so casually, so...sweet....so him, that you'd forgotten how gentle he is. You nodded "yeah I'll be out there in a bit"
You hadn't taken too long to get yourself together. Just curled up on the sofa with a blanket you always steal from his utility closet now and a book, sipping freshly brewed coffee. Content for just a little while before going and getting dressed. It was blazing hot so you wouldn't be caught dead in anything but your short denim shorts. But a thin light grey tank top did the trick for you today. you came out of your room clicking your cowgirl boots or the old floor boards before stepping out into the farm again smacking the flimsy screen door behind you as you walked out into the open field. The farm was beautiful. It was the first time you'd really taking a good look at the entire thing. The land was massive. The barn was across the field and through the herd fence where the horses and cattle were. You cupped over your eyes with your hand to block the sun as you scanned the field looking for him. And there he was carrying two jugs of milk in his hands from the barn way on the other side. You smiled faintly as his sheep dog barked loudly and cheerfully and ran toward you. You bent down and let him lick all over your face cheerfully giving you all of his kisses. "Sheldon! Hey boy! Where have you been? I didn't see you yesterday!" You ruffled his long Furr affectionately as Shiu approached with the gallons of milk.
"Great. You're here. There's an engorged cow in the farm in the third stall to the left. I'll take these. You go on ahead down there and I'll meet you back down there in a second" you gave him a knowing nod as he went into the home and you walked through the field, Sheldon cheerfully trotting close behind. The July sun had beat down on your exposed skin as you walked through the tall grass in the field. Passing the chicken coop and the corn maze and the tractor parked just outside of it. You looked out into the distance and noticed a tiny strawberry field, orange and apple trees, growing lettuce and cabbage, tomatoes and cucumbers. The pigsty. You could've smelled it a mile away as you scrunched up your nose and gagged. And trailing right behind you was Shiu, "ignore it. You get used to it’s scent eventually." you looked over your shoulder as you approached the barn. "You catch up quickly,"
He shoved his hands in his pocket and smirked. "It's my farm. I'm used to walking back and forth across this field. I do it once a week to milk the cows" you nod as he steps in front of you and gestured for you to enter the barn. The moment you stepped inside you scrunched up your nose. "God does it always smell like this?" He chuckled faintly and pulled up a stool. "Typically yeah. Depends how often you clean it" you scoffed dramatically, "CLEAN IT?" He nodded casually resting his hands on his thighs and studing the three cows in the small barn mooing loudly. "Yeah. The animals poop in the stalls. Come here. I need you to milk her right here" he pointed to a black and white spotted cow with a pink nose mooing in agony. And when you looked down at her utters she was engorged. "Oh no!" He watched your reaction calmly as he handed you the stool, as you turned to him. "Wait...I-I don't know how to...milk and engorged cow..."
He sighed and nodded like he shoved known. "Sorry, my mistake...come on I'll teach you" he sat down on the stool and patted his thigh for you to sit. Your cheeks turned a tinge pink as you hesitated for a second. But you eventually moved and sat on his lap in the stall. He gently took your hands and pointed to the empty metal bucket. "You have to roll your fingers around the utters with finesse and squeeze"
He guided your hands to the utters and took your index finger and your thumb under his and guided the motion until milk spurred from the utter. Your eyes were focused but it was really hard to when his hand was finally touching yours. You could feel his hard earned callouses over your soft hands kneeding your fingers together to pull the milk from the utters. Your heart pounded in your chest like it was going to burst through your ribcage. His chest gently pressed to your back, and yeah it was hot, but your body felt a different kind of warmth flashing through you. You panted softly like you couldn't help the faint arousal boiling beneath the surface. He leaned into your ear and whispered. "Good. Good job" your face burned hot. You were flushed but you wouldn't dare move away from him when it's all you wanted since you'd moved in, so you stayed there milking the cow, burning with desire. And once the bucket was filled he released your hands slowly and allowed your hands to retreat into your lap. when you turned slowly to face him, he looked content and nodded. when you stood he didn't follow. "you coming?" He cleared his throat nervously and fidgeted slightly. "Uh...yeah. I'll be out in a minute"
You didn't say anything. Just nodded and walked out of the barn. But inside of the stall Shiu groaned softly adjusting and trying to settle the bulging erection in his jeans. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply realizing he was so grateful that his jeans were loose fitting.
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The days that bled into weeks were...interesting. Every morning shiu prepped your coffee on the countertop at the perfect temperature. Your morning blanket and book were out ready for you. You hadn't thought much of it. Clearly...he was just being nice to you the way stepdads do right? You enjoyed them blissfully and during the week you were busy with work. You'd come home tired and dragging your feet. Shiu wouldn't intrude. Wouldn't bother you too much. But later that week, a summer rainstorm poured down as you were getting home from work. He noticed your head lights pulling into the driveway through the thick of the rainstorm and tossed on his boots. He grabbed his umbrella and bolted out towards you down the driveway. You noticed him running toward you and knocking on your window. It was pouring rain and even with his umbrella he was still drenched. You sucked in an annoyed breath and turned off your parked car before opening the drivers door.
"Let me get you inside"
He was drenched through his farmer shirt and now you were drenched in the massive rainstorm. But even now you cracked jokes.
"How do you plan to help me? When you're drenched yourself!" You'd called over the storm but in one smooth swoop Shiu scooped you up in his arms bridal style and walked across the front yard and driveway. You let out a yelp surprised at his strength, as you generously held his umbrella. You were pressed warm to his chest in the storm....and if you had really admitted it..it felt nice. Safe. Secure. Even though part of you was still trembling and shivering from the cold of the storm until you reached the front porch. He put you down gently, the moment your heels touched the wooded porch you'd looked up at the drenched man. Dark hair and lashes dripping wet. The rain distant now. Thundering, blurred and pouring. He looked at you with this happy expression. Content, like you didn't have to guess what he was feeling at all.
"You should get inside."
You'd nodded slowly still in awe. He grinned and nudged his head toward the flimsy screen door and the front door. Ever so reluctantly you broke his gaze to slowly step into the house. Even glancing over your shoulder one more time before he was following you inside. In the home Shiu started up the fireplace while you showered. Rubbing his hands after adding firewood. When you emerged from the shower still wet, you noticed Shiu lounging on the sofa, and the house was dark. Just fireplace lighting the home. "Why are the lights off?"
You asked gently joining him on the sofa and curling up. "Preserving the power in the generators outside" you tilted your head in confusion at him, and he looked over at you tipping his nose over a book. "I'm preparing for a power outage given the storm"
"Ohhhh. Okay. Are you reading my book?"
"Yeah, you know...it's really good, I see why you read it every morning!" He chuckled softly and swatted your hand as you reached out to grab it. "Shiu! It's mine! Give it back!" he grinned at you teasingly. "Younger guys just don't get me!"
He teased reading the book out loud as you squirmed for it. He held his hand out to keep you away. "Shiu!!"he grinned wider "I just think dating older guys is better! They're more mature!" He read aloud again, but he closed the book and tossed it in your lap before tossing his arm over the back of the couch. You'd stopping fighting him now of course, face hot from embarrassment, never thinking he'd ever be interested in reading your stuff. "So um, you got something you wanna tell me?"
He was teasing you and it was really bugging you that he wasn't just coming out and saying it. "It's alright."your eyes widened. "It's alright?" You repeated it softly like a kid afraid they were gonna get in trouble. "You like older guys. That's cool, it's no big deal kitten. Come here"he outstretched his arms, warm and welcoming. And all and all. You could've really used one. A really big hug. So you crawled over him on the sofa and let him turn on his side to make room for you as you lay facing him. His breathing was slow, measured. It was comforting. You always noticed that about him now. He was comforting. You inhaled and exhaled him deeply. He smelled fresh of pine and apple cinnamon as you rested your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you, his eyes honey brown in the glow of the fireplace. Your hands held the fabric of his shirt on his side, it was grounding. Relaxing.
"You don't think it's weird?"
You asked softly against his chest. He exhaled deeply. "No" he paused. "You like what you like. Sorry for teasing." Your heart thundered. Your chest how could he not—. But before you could finish your thought, Shiu was gently grazing his lips along the side of your face, and the strength of one of his palms gently moved from the center of your back to your hip. He pressed a featherlight kiss to your temple, then another, lowly and gently planting another kiss along your cheekbone. Then he whispered.
"It's nice to know you like me too"
You melted as he gently grazed his lips softly down your cheek to meet your lips, and pressed a kiss there. Even just the gentle graze of his lips sent electricity through you as you kissed him back. You returned the gentle press of lips before he was trailing it along your jaw and then your neck. His hand that was so gently holding your back slowly rubbed over the fabric of your oversized shirt to your braless exposed breast underneath. He cupped your cloth covered breast in his large palm gently before grazing his thumb right over your hardened nipple. Just once. Testing. Teasing. You nipples felt like they touched a live wire the way the touch of his thumb sent a spark through you. You gasped softly as his thumb grazed your nipple gently again. And then while still cupping your breast he kissed gently down your neck. Soft pecks sending shivers down your spine. While he gently squeezed your breast. His kisses trailed further, across your collar bone, and down your sternum through your shirt. Each kiss sending nerves alite in you. And then finally his warm breath hovered over your cloth covered peaked nipple and kisses it gently before sucking slowly. He ran his tongue, warm and wet over it. He kissed you there. Gentle open mouthed kisses around the now wet peaked nipple through your shirt as the pads of his finger tips gently and slowly trailed down your thigh, to slowly hike up that oversized shirt until his hand was between your thighs. Despite how gentle his fingers were the calloused fingertips were still tough against the softness of your thighs. He didn't spread your legs or force them open. He just rubbed his thumb between your folds through those cotton panties. Rubbing until he found that soft bundle of nerves between them. He kept running his tongue over your nipples behind his lips as his thumb between your thighs worked. He hummed a deep satisfied groan against your suckled breast when you finally moaned. He could feel you holding back. But he waited for you to go over the edge. When you gently rocked your hips against his rubbing thumb on your clit he moved his lips from your nipple to your neck and planted open mouthed kisses there, slow and patient. The feeling of his warm breathe tickled your neck as he dragged his tongue between his wet soft lips. He moved his hands over your panties and slid his hands beneath them. Then he groaned softly against your neck feeling the slick heat under his fingertips and rubbed his index finger right under the fold of your clit and dragged his middle finger between your slick folds before pushing through the softness of your pussy. The moment his fingertip pushed into you, he groaned softly against your neck again. He didn't push his fingers further, he let you adjust for a moment. Your slick coating his finger as you held tight to him already, and your wet readiness? It was driving him crazy and making him hard. You could feel the hardness of his erection, thick and heavy against your thigh. He could hear the way you gasped knowing you'd felt the undeniable symbol of his arousal through his jeans. Then finally he pushed his index finger slowly into you. He could feel your walls immediately clench and flutter around his finger, and when he felt the full effect of how ready and wet you were he added his middle finger. His fingers filled you perfectly. Thick and spreading your tight canal just the way you liked as he curled his fingers upward and pumped his fingers into you gently to push up on that sensitive nerve at the front of your womb. He was careful, learning your body and applying the perfect amount of pressure without overwhelming you. Each and every little drawn out moan that came from you egged him on and made his movements more confident.
"Tell me sweetheart..."
He whispered softly against your hickey bruised neck that he'd been sucking on. "Do the guys your age touch you like this?"he dragged his tongue along your neck slowly again before providing an open mouthed kiss to your neck after. You couldn't barely answer, moaning softly it took you a moment to gather your thoughts. "Hmm? Those little boys ever made you feel like this?"
"N-no...they haven't"
He hummed a soft groan against your neck before coming up to press his lips to yours, a slow and wet open mouthed kiss. His free hand came up to hold the back of your neck gently, rubbing his thumb there as your kiss deepened. He titled his head for better access, his fingertips pushed a little harder on top of your womb until he heard the sweet sound of your moan. Unfiltered and perfect. And when you tilted your head back from pleasure he took full advantage of your exposed neck and dragged his tongue up it before sucking and pushing his fingers further. And then, he rubbed his erection right on your thigh, slow and teasing.
When he felt your slick drip down his fingers, he grinned against your neck. "Dripping fucking wet. Just the way I like it, you ready for me baby?"
"Mhm..."
That trembling and timid admission was all he needed. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and sat up with you on the sofa and pulled you into his lap to straddle him. Once your thighs caged his hips, his hands found your waist and he rubbed his hands on your hips under your shirt. He looked up at you in awe, the warm fireplace in the dark living room glowing on the two of you perfectly. The pitter patter of the rainstorm soothed the throbbing of your heart as you gazed into his happy dark eyes. He pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it somewhere. His eyes drank in your bare and peaked breasts in the golden glow of the fireplace and pressed a feather light kiss over the peak of your nipples. One of his strong hands held your back firmly, his fingers dug into your skin like he never wanted to let you go as the other held the back of your neck to guide your head down into a kiss. Your lips meshed together slow and patient, letting you feel every brush of his lips over yours. The hardness of his erection pressed up against your clit through your folds as he jerked his hips up, a silent begging for you to move your hips. You rolled your hips slow, and pressed down hard over the swell of his cock making your clit tingle. He groaned as his hands pulled off his shirt exposing his glistening and glazed sun tanned skin. His pecks flexed under your touch as you ran your hands down his chest. He bit his bottom lip as his hands found your bare and rolling hips on top of him. Each rolling of your hips between the friction of your hips and his pulsing manhood threatening to burst from his jeans was making him groan behind his lips from pleasured torture.
But you'd stopped rolling your hips to undo the belt and button on his jeans. The sound of heavy panting and clanking metal from his buckle filled the space between you until he was undone. He lifted his hips to help you lower his jeans and boxers until his cock was springing free, hard as steel. But you didn't take off your panties. You wrapped your hand around his shaft firmly before rolling your palm in circular motion around it. Shiu immediately sucked in a sharp breath and groaned as he clammed his eyes shut.
"Fuck"
You hummed in satisfaction of him throbbing in your palms and began rolling your hands faster. A choked groan escaped him, as he threw his head back and dug his fingers harder into your hips before bucking his hips needily.
"Mmm...yeah...just like that"
Your body flushed with heat and need as you rubbed him harder and faster. His breathing came in faster, ragged, groaning in pleasure, then his grabbed your wrist to stop you.
"Stand up."
He gritted through his teeth like he was holding back a storm. And you stood from his lap. The pads of your feet sinking into the fluffy area rug. He leaned into you slowly and kissed along your hips as he hooked his fingers into your panties and slowly dragged them off of your hips and down your thighs, kissing gently over every new area of exposed skin and dropping to his knees from the sofa to spread your thighs with his hands and licked your pussy with a long slow drag of his wet tongue.
"God you taste like heaven..."
He hummed as he laved his tongue eagerly seeking the flesh between your folds with his tongue. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he pushed his face harder between your thighs, greedily humming, sucking and licking until you were whimpering.
Then without warning he lifts you by your thighs back into his lap on the sofa. The moment your thighs cage him in again, he lifts your hips to hover you right over his throbbing and aching cock.
"You ready sweetheart?"
You nod at his quiet words as your slick drips on his tip. He sucks in a sharp breath the moment you drip onto his sensitive flesh and guides your hips down slowly and smears his cock head in your slick at your entrance and rubbing it against your clit. Once he's coated his tip in your syrupy liquid he pushes past your entrance and lets you lower yourself onto him. you spreaded around the throbbing swell of his cock until you'd taken him fully. You could feel your womb full of him as he filled every nook and cranny in your canal. He let out a low groan through gritted teeth.
"Fuck. You're so fucking tight baby"
You could feel your walks squeezing at the fill of him inside of you. You locked eyes with him as his fingers dug hard into your hips. And then you slowly rocked your hips. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he licked his index and middle finger and moved his hand down between the two of you to press up on your clit and rub in a gentle circular motion. Around and around the sensitive bundle of nerves until he could draw out those sweet sounds from you.
"Bounce baby, don't roll"
He hissed softly as he pressed featherlight kisses along the curve of your breast. You listened carefully and slid up and down his slick coated shaft. Easy, and slow. He let out a rough groan between your breast as he took one into his mouth, licking gently. His hands were firm on your waist helping guide you through the motions. Each slow bounce was still a deep drag of his cock in your pussy, suctioning him in again and again. He filled you so perfectly you could feel him twitching and throbbing inside and pushing up against that tender spot at the top of your womb.
"Mmm...good girl..."
He groaned a sound from deep in the back of his throat as you bounced faster.
"Nah ah baby...slow down...I wanna make you feel it"
Your hands flew to his shoulders as you bounced slower, throwing your head back and moaning from overwhelming pleasure.
"I bet those little boys never made you feel this good huh?"
He thrusted his hips up once, twice, then again and again, meeting the rhythm of your bouncing hips and sloshing your slick down his aching cock while pushing up hard into the roof of your womb, piercing it hard but steady and paced. The collision of your bouncing and smacking hips down against his made a wave of pleasure shoot through you like electricity that hit every nerve in your body. Your deeply pleasured moans bounced off of the dark farmhouse walls while Shiu grunted and gritted through his teeth.
"No! No Shiu! Those boys never made me feel this way!"
He let out a loud guttural sound and kept pushing his cock into you even harder still steady and paced. Each rhythmic thrust upward punished your g-spot like it was his rival.
"Fuck that's it"
He rasped out the words hoarse and rough in his throat. As he pushed his painfully hard and thick cockhead into your now overly sensitive and tenderized womb. Every needy push against your walls made you whimper and dig your nails into his shoulders. Straining to keep your composure, It took everything in you to not frantically slam his cock into you by bouncing harder. He looked up at you and noticed your strain, the way you were holding back, and leaned up to kiss your lips slowly and ran his tongue between your lips. He stopped thrusting for a moment to smile against your lips.
"You're taking me so well sweetheart...if you can take it, you can go a little harder...you don't have to back...take what's yours..."
Your breath hitched when he forced your hips down onto him, making you take the full length of him. And he was big, so big. Thick and full, making your tummy buldge and ache trying to maintain to entirely of him. You whimpered and shuddered hard as he stuffed you like thanksgiving turkey down onto his cock.
"Yeah? That's it...you can take the whole thing right? Still wanna bounce harder on it?"
And with a soft whimper, and your eyes locked on his, you nodded bravely. He nodded in return, cool, calm collected and leaning back into the sofa.
"Go on ahead then. Take what's yours"
You inhaled sharply and began bouncing. Harder this time. You had no idea how much of him you weren't taking before, because bouncing now made your womb ache and throb with pain and pleasure. You could feel your tummy buldge with each hard and uncoordinated bounce, so much so that now you were shaking. Trembling. Whimpering. Nails digging in hard at the bare flesh of his chest. You were close. So unbelievably close. He groaned gripping your hips again, because he could feel the way your walls clenched and fluttered around his throbbing cock, and the combination of your reckless bouncing and sweet, sweet sounds that drove him absolutely insane. He was going to cum. He could feel the pressure building low in his gut with each and every hard push of his cock into you, coiling with eager release. But desperate to push you right over the edge before him, he began thrusting up into you again, but faster, harder, needier, his breathing grew ragged and choked over the sound of your broken cries.
"That's it sweetheart, go ahead, cum for me"
You yelped and strained fighting the release, breaking the skin on his shoulders and throwing your head back. The collision of your frantic hips clashing was enough to sending your overstimulated body right over the edge, and with a loud cry from deep in the back of your throat, you came hard. And that release? Shiu could feel every second of it, your leaking cream down his shaft, the hard clenching and pulsing of your walls around his tender cockhead, and it sent him right over the edge too. He dug his fingers so hard into the flesh of your hips and forced you down onto the full of his cock again before spilling his load all throughout your walls. He kept pulsing and pumping through his and your orgasm until you were so full of him you were leaking his white sap down his cock before he pulled out. But instead of pulling out, he let you fall limp against his chest. Your face buried in his shoulder as you came down from the high. He wrapped his arms around your back and held you close. He pressed a soft and tender kiss to your shoulder as you breathed together.
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That night Shiu carried your spent and limp nakid silhouette to his bed (a first). But you were so exaughsted you barely even noticed. Besides, it was dark in his room. And it was late and still thunder storming. But the moment your body hit the comfort of a cool squishy bed you completely fainted into a deep coma of sleep.
By morning you'd strained awake, stretching between tangled bedsheets. You'd blinked a few times still almost dazed before you realized you were in Shiu's bed. You smacked your lips and yawned looking around the room for him. But...no one was there. You rolled your eyes and moved to slide out of the bed, the bright summer first morning light in the afternoon glow of the rainstorm burned into your eyes as you cupped them to block some of the light. You stood from his bed covering yourself in his sheets and dragged them onto the floor as you walked a few steps toward his bedroom door. You scoffed to yourself. 'Waking up alone in bed? Typical' you rolled your eyes in annoyance, and disbelief that even for one second that—.
But Shiu stepped into the room. Shirtless, boxer briefs, with a plate of sausage, eggs, pancakes and strawberries, and coffee still steaming. Your eyes widened on him.
"What? You shocked I can cook?" He chuckled softly. "A man has to learn how to take care of himself at some point yeah?"
You shook your head and snickered under your breath. "No. It's nothing. Is that for me?"
"Who else would it be for? Have you ever seen me cook this well for myself? Get back in the bed"
You rolled your eyes and dragged the sheets back onto the bed and plopped there. He rounded to the other side of the bed and placed the plate in your lap, and the mug on the side dresser next to his bed with a lap.
"Eat up"
He stated casually laying next to you waiting for you to take a bite.
"But I—,"
"Nope. Eat first. Talk later"
You rolled your eyes again before finally digging in to eat. And you were surprised that he sat and watched you eat every bite. You let out a satisfied hum, rubbing your belly.
"Wow...that was actually...really good"
He nodded.
"Your coffee."
You snapped your fingers at his reminder before grabbing the simmering mug and taking a few sips of the creamer coffee.
"Just the way I like it..."
He nodded.
"I learned how to make it by watching you make yours every morning..."
You shifted in the bedsheets toward him.
"But how...I noticed you started leaving me coffee ready in the morning...I just figured you were being nice..."
He put up his hand.
"I'm actually not all that nice. But you? You're special. Got some extra spunk that I like"
You smirked.
"What?"
"That you like..."
He stiffened.
"Yeah. I like you."
Your cheeks burned. You were just kidding, you didn't expect him to really confess so boldly. He watched the way your cheeks burned for him and a smile crept across his face.
"Stay"
"What?"
"Stay. Here with me"
You scoffed. "I had no plans to leave your bed shiu—,"
"No."
He sat up fully in the bed.
"Stay with me...as in, stop saving your money for a new place to move out"
Your eyebrows lift in surprise.
"Oh...like...be together?"
He nodded.
"I want you to be mine"
You stilled for a moment obsorbing the proposal. Even though you already knew the answer.
"Yeah. I'm yours"
You stayed on the farm with Shiu. Eventually your mom found out you were basically dating her ex, she didn't really know how to take it other than pretending it didn't bother her (or so you hoped it didn't). Shiu let you decide if you wanted to keep farming with him. And yeah, you farmed with him sometimes if he came and told you his body was aching and requested a massage that you so gladly provided. Everything was smooth. You were happy to had found love. Real love. Slow love, that waited for you, and paid attention to the little things. And in the end all you could think was 'guys my age could never.'
Synopsis: you and prisoner Toji have been married for years now, the kids are older, there’s more chaos. Now everything is perfect accept for…the sex.
Pairing: Tojixreader
Content MDNI: ex-con husband!toji, SAHM!Reader, married life, the two of you are arguing, EDGING, sexual frustration, Toji is moody, you have 2 kids, date night, DOGGYSTYLE, COWGIRL, BLOWJOB, disturbances, oral (fem. Rec), FINGERING in the car, multiple orgasms, intense orgasms, MARATHONS, toji is STRETCHING YOU, SQUIRTING, MANHANDLING YOU, Toji is BIG, he lasts a long time, slight degrading, hair pulling, spanking you, DRY HUMPING, Toji is FAREL, you’re NEEDY, BREEDING YOU, creampie, happy ending
Word count: 7.6k
Disclaimer: I’m going to miss writting him :(
Your snug canal sucked him in with a tight pull with each mean and powerful thrust, and the sound of moaning and groaning filled the space of your bedroom. The sound of your slick smacking against Toji's v-line echoed as he frantically pushed his needy cockhead against your g-spot, already tenderized and sensitive from the rough way he was relentlessly shoving his girth into you with single-minded urgency. Smoke clouds collect at his parted lips as he pants between his punishing strokes. Your broken whines echo through your room as Toji's large veiny rough hands clamp hard to your hips with a firm hold to squeeze into your womb like you were a lifeline. He threw his sweet damp forehead back with a breathy groan.
"F-fuckkkk"
The sounds of your ass and wet slick from your dripping wet folds smacked against his toned v-line. His other hand was already filled with a twisted handful of your hair around his palm as he yanked with each hard thrust.
"Darling! P-please n-not so rough..."
But toji couldn't hear a damn thing you were saying, not that he was deaf, he was just lost in the feeling you two were rarely able to share. When was the last time the two of you had alone time like this? Where could he really get serious and get into it? He growled thrusting so hard it knocked the air out of you, making you tremble harder. Your whines and moans are becoming broken whimpers. Your husband Toji Fushiguro knew just how to please you, and with practiced ease, he'd always hit your g spot hard with his tip until it was so tender you had no choice but to orgasm. His cock was working you so good tonight your eyes rolled back as you bounced back against his hips with furious reckless abandon. His cockhead was slamming throughout your womb, precum sloshing and mixing with your running slick so much it leaked down your thigh. He was still as big as ever, stretching you to capacity each time you guys would take 'time for yourselves.'
Toji groaned as your tight heat squeezes and sucked up his cock in the most blissful way. And then? A frantic growl tears from the back of his throat with a rough smack of his hand on your ass again, leaving a burning sting in his wake. Oh, you'd been doing so well keeping quiet up until now, holding all of your strained moans back because this was still the one thing you couldn't master in this marriage especially because now you were close. And how could you keep quiet when you're sure you were close to orgasming harder than you had in your entire marriage?
You let out the wildest moan as your body locked up tense building up to that perfect release, and toji? The bull of a man you man who did 10 years in prison and knew your body like the back of his hand, was not stopping at all, slamming and ramming away inside of you with an intensity that made the flesh on your ass raw from the powerful smack of his thrusting v-line. Until. There was a tiny cry at their bedroom door.
"Mommy? Daddy?"
Your youngest son Rin. Crying on the other side of the door. Toji's rough and relentless thrusts stop immediately at the sound of the tiny sniffle and cries. Toji could only barely hide the level of irritation in his face and demeanour. Your hand shooed him away from behind you as he reluctantly extracted himself from your leaking folds with a disappointed groan. You sat up straight adjusting your disheveled nightgown that Toji had almost ripped to shreds just moments ago. But he didn't even have the patience for that the way he wanted you tonight. Toji rolled out of the bed grumbling under his breath while sliding on his grey and black boxer briefs and sliding under the blankets of your marital bed.
"I got it..."
You said finally standing and walking to answer your bedroom door to reveal your 5 year old son Rin who was rubbing his eyes and crying his heart out.
"Mommy!"
The little dark-haired baby boy couldn't stop the tears from flowing until you picked him up in your arms.
"There there bud...you okay? Bad dream again?"
He nods his head dramatically, and drags his arm across is bugger encrusted nose. You kiss his forehead gently.
"Let's get you all cleaned up"
You peek over your shoulder to notice that toji is rolled over on his side facing away from you. You can feel your heart racing with irritation before you walk away to cater to your son.
"Mommy? Was Daddy mad at you?"
Your face twists with confusion.
"Sweetheart...what? No...no! Of course not..."
Rin tilts his head like a curious puppy.
"So why was Daddy making that sound? And he was hitting you!"
Your heart drops to your feet and your head spins for a second. He heard. Fuck.
"No no sweetheart that was just your imagination! The same way we dream about unicorns and vampires!"
You kiss his forehead with a deep feeling of looming guilt. You guys enjoyed the free time a bit too much. You let out a deep sigh wiping away the remaining boogers from his nose and arm before walking out of the bathroom with his tiny hand in yours. When the two of you reach the dark hallway he buries his face in your leg.
"Rin sweetheart are you scared?"
The green-eyed toddler nods with a pout.
"Can I sleep with you and daddy?"
You sigh slightly reluctant (hoping to finish what you started with toji) and guide his hand in yours to the master bedroom. Rin follows you popping his head into the bedroom door where Toji was still facing away from the two of you. Closing the bedroom door behind you, you slip into the bed next to him while Rin struggles to climb over you to scoot between the two of you. Snuggling Rin was peace. This life with Toji? Was peaceful for the most part, most would say you were lucky, big handsome husband who works hard (seemingly so), a beautiful suburban home, and two perfect children. And you know what? You'd probably agree with most people that this life was perfect but, there was just something missing.
The sex.
Now of course it's limited because Toji has work and if he works a later shift he'll be moodier. But it's also the fact that intimacy simply hasn't been the same. Goosebumps rise on your skin when you think about the way sex used to be before the kids, always having to sneak around or be careful not to be too loud. But back a couple of years Toji would have your legs shaking, driving you absolutely insane until you were cock drunk on him, drooling like a starved woman, and cuming more times in one round you could even count. Even the memories are simply too much. But Toji's been moody from work, lazier too, and the two of you? You've been arguing and in front of the kids too sometimes. You'd closed your eyes grinding your teeth in frustration. Things have to change and fast.
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The following morning the first morning light from the sun filtered through your bedroom window making you stir before you noticed Rin wasn't behind you, just feeling your broad-framed husband had his arms wrapped around your waist. He was pressed firmly against your back hard enough for you to feel how hard he was and oh you hadn't realized how clearly rock hard your husband was until just now. So hard it almost kinda hurt. His breath was lingering huskily on your neck, with heavy aroused pants and warm breath kissing your neck. His arms squeezed tightly around your frame, a gentle breathy kisses mingaling along your neck.
"Good morning beautiful"
He murmurs low and gravely along your neck with another kiss to it. A strong hand rubbing down your thigh in circular motions slowly hiking up the fabric of your nightgown.
"Darling...the kids..."
Your stammer out face hot as a sauna. You can feel him grinning against your neck as his fingers dig into your thigh softly.
"Having breakfast, how about a quickie before work? Hmm?"
He rolls his erection tight against your ass one time, agonizingly slow, almost stabbing you. Your breath catches in your throat, not that you weren't expecting anything less from your insatiable companion but you were still shocked to say the least. And so early too? This was new.
Without a word, you brush your backside up against him with a silent and polite permission. And oh it was all the permission Toji needed. He immediately growled and gripped you harder against his chest and erection. His hand on your thigh lifts your nightgown over his hand to trail his hand into the fabric of your panties. Another warm kiss to your neck before Toji was rubbing your clit between his large fingers, drawing out a soft moan from you, breathy, and involuntary.
"Mmm...already so wet for me huh?"
Toji teases huskily against the back of your neck planting feather-light kisses while his fingers trail lower to massage your already damp and slick folds. And then pushing his fingers through your snug canal. Warm and tight making him groan sending vibrations through you like electricity.
"Mmmhmmm..."
When toji can get just one more soft and weak moan from you, from his working fingers pumping into your slick walls, he pulls your panties down from beneath your nightgown. And then? Your breath catches hard in your throat like you can't even speak when you feel him free himself from his boxers oh that was an amazing feeling. His free rock hard cock immediately slapping into your ass like a spring. And before you can register that this is really happening? That you guys are finally gonna be able to have sex, you can finally have each other, Toji's large firm hand lifts your ass cheeks just to tease and slowly slide his thick, heavy cock between your thighs. One quick tease before he guided it up to push it right up into your pussy lips. Yours and Toji's sounds mingle together as you both let out satisfied sounds, soft and grateful before he was pushing in and spreading you inch by agonizing inch until his cock was finding its curved and imprinted place in your womb. Your wet and tight heat restricting Toji instantly. He presses a slow and savory, hungry, open-mouthed kiss to your neck. His arm wrapped around you moving up to grab a tight and firm grip of your breast in his palm.
"Sweetheart..."
Toji barely makes out words before he's so overcome with pleasure that his hips start moving. Each roll of Toji's hips from behind you pushed his cockhead harder into your womb making a soft, strained whine tear from you despite you trying to hold it in.
"God I'm so lucky"
He murmurs against your neck with a slightly firmer thrust that steals your breath. His bulky arm wraps around you in quiet affection, holding your firm (or to keep you from squirming) while his other hand keeps your breast in his firm grip and oh you were panting. Hard. Toji hadn't touched you like this in...weeks? Months? Your cunt was throbbing with each and every slow building thrust, your slick was dampening the space between your thighs as Toji groaned softly picking up the pace. You bounce with each thrust that's spreading you further, and further. Your soft moans were increasing and that space between you and Toji that was there first thing that morning? Non-existent and replaced with thick tension and aroused heat and sex sounds. The bed creaks low beneath the two of you as tho grows greedier, thrusting harder with an animalistic grunt growing more and more intense by the minute.
Between Toji's wild thrusts, you turn your head to capture his lips in a searing kiss full of teeth and tongue, messy, needy between grunts and moans. Until.
"Mommy!!! Rin keeps trying to take Batman to school!!"
Toji slows his thrusting as you sigh and turn to him.
"Can you handled it this time?"
Toji looks you dead in your eyes and scoffs while sliding from inside of you.
"Toji!!"
Now you're raising your voice and Toji's eyes widen.
"What!?"
You fling the sheets off of you to jump out of the bed in frustration, yanking down your hiked up nightgown roughly.
"You're being selfish! The children need their father toji!"
He groans in agitation before slowly rolling and scooting out of bed and sliding on his boxers again.
"You're being bitchy again you know"
You couldn't help the rough slap of your palm hard across Toji's cheek, hot and stinging. But he just stares at you with that stupid empty look that's been getting on your nerves. Your blood boils with rage as he shifts past you to dig into a clothing drawer. Shuffling for a button-down for work.
"Toji what are you doing!? Didn't you hear what I just asked you!?"
Toji shoots a glare over his shoulder.
"Work. I told you this morning"
He was right. He did tell you, but now you're wondering if he's just using it as an excuse.
"Toji I've been handling the kids alone for a little while now, they need you..."
Toji stands in front of the mirror buttoning a crisp white button-down that you'd pressed out that weekend to perfection like the perfect housewife you've been all this time. But Toji doesn't look at you, focused on the buttons in the button-down until he is done.
"I'm out the door in 5,"
You fold your arms to your chest and look at him through the mirror.
"We need to talk after you get home. There have been some things I've noticed going on with you...."
You say approaching him to help him with his tie (he's hopeless)
"You noticed?"
He grumbles softly.
"Of course I noticed darling. You're my husband"
He scoffs.
"Ex-con husband."
Your eyes meet his intensely with devotion.
"You're just a husband. Not an ex-con husband. What you went through isn't who you are"
You adjust his finished tie.
"While your behavior is questionable this morning, you're a good husband. And a good father...don't take this new life for granted darling..."
You say planting the fastest peck kiss to his lips and rubbing his shoulders reassuringly before walking away from him and leaving the room to handle the children outside of the bedroom door. Toji glances over his shoulder to watch you leave. Eyes softening with the faintest reminder of why he married you and changed for you.
The living room was chaotic when Toji finally entered in his navy blue suit and tie, adjusting it with a stoic expression. 5 year old Rin and 7 year old miyuki fussing with you to get ready for school. Rin had eventually gotten you to allow him to take his Batman action figure to school pretending to make him fly around making airplane sounds while you adjusted his uniform shirt and Miyuki's bookbag.
Toji waltzes over to press warm and firm kisses to his children's heads and one to your cheek before adjusting his tie again and gripping his briefcase. Your eyes narrow on him unforgivingly for what he said this morning but Toji sees them and doesn't meet them. They're a trap and he knows it, he strides for the front door and leaves behind it in a flash. You roll your eyes moving and urging the children to the front door.
You and the children wait for the bus on the front lawn, the lawn Toji cuts the first Sunday of every month. Muscles tense, glistening with labored sweat when he'd wipe his forehead. You bit your bottom lip at such a sudden flashback. This morning was overwhelming, you're not too sure if you should be pissed with your husband or throw yourself at him the first opportunity that you get.
"Mom? Why do you look like you're daydreaming?"
You immediately shake your head to snap yourself out of it.
"Rin sweetheart I-I, look! Your bus is here!! How great!"
You say pointing at the yellow bus driving up your street in the morning sunlight. Miyuki rolls her eyes and smirks at you.
"What?"
You ask with your face redder than a tomato.
"Bye, Mom! See you after school!" Miyuki says grabbing Rin's hand as the bus stops in front of your house.
"Have fun! Have a good day!! And look out for your little brother please Miyuki you know he's a bit rough!"
You shout toward the yellow bus and your children step up. Your heart swells with affection for them as they wave goodbye in the window of their seat, as the bus pulls away down the road.
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Around noon while you tidied up the morning mess between the kids and Toji you'd gotten a notification ding from your phone. It was Toji, you only text your husband of course.
'Husband sent $500 in Venmo'
Your face scrunches up in irritation and you immediately text him.
"If you think this money fixes what you said this morning you're going to be disappointed!"
The chat bubble pops up for a moment as Toji responds.
"No. But it's a start. Take yourself out. I'll watch the kids when I get home after they get dropped off from school"
Your face burns pink. He wants you to pamper yourself. Since when? You look down at your hands and feet that have overgrown cubicals and feel your forehead for the tiny bit of extra hair growing between your brows before you pout and respond.
"Okay"
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For once the salon was nice, you'd kicked your feet up and relaxed in the massage chair for your pedicure getting your favorite color for your toes, and your nails. And then? A little trip to the hair salon, a cute little trim to your ends, and a blow out was perfection. It wasn't long before you'd started to miss your kids. And maybe even your husband, the gesture was certainly suspicious. Was he cheating on you? Oh, your mind was in different places at once.
You'd been out all day, even taking it upon yourself to do a little bit of shopping! And it wasn't long before you'd finally opened up the front door to your house and to your surprise the house was clean and the kids were gone?
"Toji?"
You'd called out to him until he was stepping out of your bedroom in casual clothes at the top of the stairs. White v-neck cotton t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He tilts his head calmly with his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, doll? What's up?"
You gulp. When was the last time he'd called you 'doll?' You step toward him up the stairs.
"Darling? Where are the children?"
Toji grins softly like he's proud of himself.
"In the backyard. I wanted to keep them occupied"
Your eyes widen with surprise.
"Occupied for what?"
You'd finally reached him at the top of the stairs letting him hold you tightly. His large hands snaking around your waist before squeezing them and pulling you in for an affectionate press to your lips.
"For date night"
He says murmured between kisses. You break the kiss, pulling away slightly to meet those green eyes you'd always loved since those small meetings in that visitation room.
"Date night?"
Date nights were rare. Toji worked a lot but they only made just enough to live comfortably so having the extra funds for date nights was rare. You're not even sure how he managed to get ahold of a babysitter. Your eyes soften on him with deep fondness before rubbing his big broad shoulders and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"Who's going to watch the kids?"
Toji grins, that cocky grin that's always given you butterflies.
"Who else?"
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(2hrs until date night)
Your lips pop from the swollen and needy twitching cock of your husband. Toji lets out a low, drawn-out groan as your tongue teases along the veins on his shaft. Your lips swallow and suckle around the girth stretching your lips letting out with a strangled whine. Your lashes flutter damp and wet making your mascara and eyeliner runny between the struggle of your working mouth and his throbbing girth. Toji throws his head back in his office chair with a ragged groan.
Toji really lost his shit when he'd officially seen you in that dress. Your date night dress was a changed man's worst nightmare and his greatest dream. And those red lips? You knew exactly how to get him started and Toji was on you immediately gripping your throat and pressing a rough and slow kiss to your luscious red lips. And when you spotted that massive erection he always flaunted proudly you'd wanted him for just a moment. Just a minute you'd thought. But you should've known better.
"Since when did you...ngh, fuck"
The suction of your lips tightens around the pulsing of his length with a satisfied hum smearing the red lipstick you were wearing. Before you began bobbing your head up and down to give him the motion he's been clearly craving. Toji's hands were clenched into tight fists, his thighs tense under your grip on them. The wet and slobbery suction of your mouth sliding up and down his shaft was drawing ragged groans from his throat, needy, desperate. His strong hands tangle his fingers through your hair to grip firmly and jerk his hips to push his precum-smeared tip to puncture the back of your throat.
Your eyes roll back as he fucks your mouth. Drool dripping down your lips and mouth while making gurgling sounds as your insatiable husband pounds your throat with his cock.
"Mommy!!! Miyuki keeps throwing dirt at me!!"
The scream echoes throughout the house laced with annoyance and the obvious bickering of siblings. Toji growls in frustration.
"Fuck!"
He says as his hips settle into the office seat. Your lips pop his cock from your lips as you freed him from your wet suckling.
"Darling..."
You begin before you scold Toji for losing his temper while you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand across your glistening lips with drool dripping down your chin.
"We can finish."
Toji says insistently as his cock twitches, tapping your still wet lips. But you stand between his thighs and adjust the black dress covered in red roses, letting it fall down your legs, long. The slit perfectly reveals the curve of your thigh. Toji's hands cup it to plant a reverent kiss there before you'd departed from the room to handle the arguing siblings. Toji watched your hips sway away in your dress with a bite to his bottom lip as he pulled up his black slacks.
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The drive to your parents' house was a bit rough. Between the sound of Miyuki and Rin bickering over who would get to play with their grandpa's cool antique action figures first and you touched up your makeup in the mirror inside of the sun visor your small family sedan was chaos. Once you’d arrived at your parents’ house Toji had kissed you on the cheek.
“You wanna take them in or…”
He says shrugging and nodding his head to their lit-up porch. But you nod, putting away your lipstick and makeup before stepping out of the car and removing the children. The children poked and teased each other even up until you’d reached the front door. After just two knocks your parents had happily opened the front door to greet the children.
“There go my favorite mongrels!”
Says your father with his arms stretched out wide for a hug to embrace the children. His silver hair was slicked back as he always had it, and the strong smell of his 80s cologne still burned your nostrils to a crisp. The children charge at him throwing themselves into big hugs. Your mother watches them, her grey hair wrapped into a bun at the top of her head as always (tired of always having to style it at her age) as a soft smile spreads across her lips before turning to look at you in the doorway.
“Sweetheart, you look beautiful! Where’s your husband?”
You shift your head toward the car parked on the curb. Toji waving noticed the gesture.
“Date night…”
You say awkwardly rubbing the back of your head.
“Well yes…I figured. You don’t seem all that happy about date night, you haven’t asked me and your father to watch the kids in years…”
You avert your eyes from your mother as your father herds the children into the house shouting “Who wants to play with my Wolverine action figure!” In his old scruffy tone, the children exclaim with excitement, “We do! We do!” Into the distance.
“Things between me and Toji…they’re just difficult right now Mom…”
Your hand coming up to rub your opposite arm. But your mother smirks.
“You’re married, it will always be difficult darling. Make the good times count. Like date night…the two of you need this…don’t let what the two of you are having going on ruin this tonight. You have to remember that you’re not just parents…you’re lovers too…”
Your mother’s wisdom makes your heart swell with affection as you pull her in for a hug.
“Thank you, Mom. " You’re right.”
Your mother kisses your cheek before pulling away from your hug.
“Now please, go enjoy yourself for the children?”
You nod with a weak smile. And just as your mother finally closed the front door you’d turned around to see your husband leaning against your family’s black sedan with a bouquet of roses. You approached him with eyes wide and lips parted with shock.
“Toji…”
“I’m sorry.”
He says it clearly. Not like he didn’t mean to say it, or like it pained him to say it. He said it like he meant it. Like it held weight, because it did. your cheeks boomed pink as your eyes glimmered and softened on him with an affectionate expression. He holds out the flowers to you properly.
“I’m sorry for what I said. And how I’ve been acting. Let go, we can talk about the rest over dinner…”
Your hands gently reach out to grasp the perfect bouquet of roses to inhale them. They weren’t a modest bouquet of flowers you get at the grocery store either. These were REAL apology flowers and you couldn’t help but pull Toji down by his collar to kiss him. You two had typically kissed with a more hungry and desperate fervor but your lips now massage his with savory slowness. And for Toji while it was rare it made something in him spike with heat and arousal, as he deepened the kiss turning his head to kiss you just right, lips pressing harder into yours. Still slow, still reverent. His hand moves to gently grasp your waist as if you were as fragile as glass. He groans, low and drawn out before breaking the intimate kiss to look down at you with those piercing green eyes.
“How about date night at home?”
You giggled softly.
“Sure….why not”
(Even though you’d taken close to an hour to get ready)
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The drive back home was….tense. That kiss had something in it. Maybe a love spell of some kind. You’d watched Toji in the driver's seat from the passenger seat. You were finally taking him all in (not that it wasn’t something you didn’t always do) but especially right now. Toji apologizing meant more to you than what you were saying. Your bulky husband always had a big ego, but it was never bigger than your marriage. You thanked god you had your children. Toji changed after the two of you had kid. Especially his ego, kids…are a humbling experience for everyone and Toji was no exception. His hand rested on the skin peaking from the slit of your dress. You could tell he had no idea the way your eyes were taking in his nonchalant expression as he relaxed behind the wheel. Cool, calm and collected as he typically would be when he wasn’t frustrated about….yeah. You watched the yellow street lights and the darkness of the car rise and fall over his face. His muscles and shoulders. Oh, how you loved how broad and big your husband was. Everything about him was big. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as your hand covers his on your thigh to guide his hand beneath your dress. Toji was still mindlessly focusing on the road until he felt the pads of his fingertips press against your damp panties and his breath caught hard at his own unexpected arousal.
He shoots a look at you quickly before his eyes return to the road. It was a look of shock at first but then? There was that grin again. And you suddenly felt your heart drop remembering that the kids were gone, and you didn’t have to sneak around and oh? Toji was lifting your thigh now and opening your legs wider. He guides your leg over the console between you before rubbing his thick fingers right through your panties. You gasped softly at his sudden boldness, the cool air meeting your wet panties through the wind of the passenger window. Toji’s eyes never left the road again, his hands doing all of the work. Knowing just how to please his wife, he moves his hand beneath your panties to slap your pussy gently, letting the faint sound of your splashing slick echo between you. He pulled his hand from your panties and quickly sucked his index and middle finger before sliding them under your panties again, but this time pushing into you, past your dripping folds and between your walls.
“You wet for me already doll…?”
He says with a cocky grin before pushing his fingers deeper so he could push right up on that nerve at the top of your womb, forcing a soft yelp from you. Your head was thrown back against the seat with ragged moans as his fingers pumped into your over and over. Pushing his fingers harder against that little sweet bundle of nerves.
“Gotta make sure it’s nice and ready for me…”
He growls out over the gushing sound of his working fingers and your moans. And when the car finally pulls up in the driveway of your suburban house, Toji immediately extracts his fingers from you and rounds the car just to pull you out and toss you over his shoulder. You weren’t fighting it either. You flailed your arms and legs with a playful giggle knowing what you were in for…or did you?
As soon as the front door to your house shut Toji was slamming you against the wall hard enough for you to lose your breath and leave a crack in the sheetrock wall. He immediately lifts you pinning you there, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Toji’s hands squeeze your thighs roughly with a starved and animalistic groan. He was starved, oh so starved of his wife you were pretty sure you heard him gnarl just as his mouth found the curve of your neck to suck and bite you there. And just when you’d let out that pretty sound you make that Toji loves he drops to his knees like he was worshipping a goddess without hesitation and lifts your legs around his head. He pulls your panties to the side to hurry his face in your already soaked pussy, growling as he suck and kisses the whole of your slick folds. He growls hungrily squeezing your thighs roughly dragging his tongue up and down moving his head with the motions, the feeling of his tough tongue brushing against your opening. His lips pursed and sucked and slurped you up as if he hadn’t been fed in DAYS. His lips rubbed and moved in a kissing motion with a rough and loud slurp each time his pursed lips met together on your clit. And it wasn’t long before slurping you up was all he wanted to do. Growling low in his throat muffled and sending vibrations through you as he wildly feasted on your pussy. You were gone, rolling your hips against his mouth frantically and greedily seeking more from his mouth. But your rubbing your folds along his lips only made Toji more insatiable as his tongue lashes your already slick flesh before humming and suctioning his entire mouth around you. Each time his lips would part from you a SMACK sound would echo from the suction of his lips.
“Cum on my tongue…”
He huffed out muffled between your thighs as his mouth continued to suck and lick you up. And yes you were ready to, you wanted to so badly but it was too soon, your whining and straining to hold back made Toji push you further across the edge pushing your thighs to your chest, and smearing his face into your pussy like a wild Farel man, growling and groaning as he slurped up your pussy like juice on a table.
“Toji!!
You’d cried out your hanging feet trembling with pent-up desires.
“Oh god yes!”
And just then Toji knew you were close. He was determined to make you cum hard, his mouth ravishing you, rubbing his mouth and smearing your juices as he dragged his wide tough tongue up and down your folds until he was tasting your cream, groaning and squeezing your thighs harder in appreciation like you were finally feeding him what he’d been seeking. His lips smacked on your dripping pussy as he dragged you through your orgasm before he was diving in for more. Focusing on your clit, his tongue teasing at the bundle of nerves while sucking on it. He lowered your thighs down onto his shoulders again lips still suctioning you and slurping you. But you can feel his fingers joining in this time. Spreading you around his thick fingers and pushing into and up in a curling motion just enough to make you see stars as his mouth relentlessly sucked up your clit like he’s hoping he could remove it from you.
“Again”
He demanded firmly frantically shoving his fingers against your g-spot enough for the sound of your dripping slick and the collision of his working palms and your broken whimpering could echo through your dark living room.
“Come on, one more time baby,”
He begged slurping you up he was never going to be able to taste you again. And that collision? His sucking and slurping and drinking you up like a desperate and starved man who wanted to worship his wife and his thick fingers ramming away at your g-spot you were absolutely undone. Your whimpering grew pathetic just when you were so absolutely overwhelmed by your begging husband for your orgasm. Your hips jerked furiously as Toji continued the rhythm of his fingers and sucking lips. He could see you were going to give him just what he wanted all over again.
“Come on baby please”
You’d never heard Toji so absolutely down bad for your cum, in all of your years of marriage Toji was always dominant, non-chalant, he rarely ever gave you head let alone begging, and then?
“I’m so fucking sorry baby cum on my tongue…”
And that was it, that single line “I’m sorry” wrecked you, and you were absolutely and utterly seeing vibrant stars as you jerked uncontrollably and dug your nails in his hair before cumming hard all over his mouth. Toji was groaning in aroused satisfaction licking and sucking up every last messy drop of you. He licked you up and kissed your inner thighs affectionately before finally letting you down to stand, your legs trembled jellylike as he’d tossed you right into the dinging room table rougher than he’s ever been with you. You almost thought he was mad at you, at just the way he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your head down onto the wooden table. You’d let out a cute little yelp as he arched your ass up and tossed up that pretty date night dress you’d worn just for him before squeezing and grabbing your ass with his free hand, like your ass was a stress ball. And you were just as needy, pushing your arched ass up against that big bulging erection that was ready to burst from his business casual slacks leaving a wet smear of your slick. Toji let out a ragged groan before landing a mean palm on your ass cheek with a growl.
“Fuck babe, such a needy little thing yeah?”
He taunts rubbing his fingers along the lips of your glistening pussy just to smear your slick in his fingers as he teases it there, rubbing in circles with a ragged groan.
“Fuck….”
Toji groaned from the back of his throat just as you’d begun rubbing your ass harder against his bulge silently begging him to fuck you again. Toji bit into his bottom lip spanking your ass again before undoing his belt buckle to his slacks. Goosebumps rise on your skin as you get chills just from the rough sound of it being tugged and undone, as he clanks the metal impatiently while freeing himself. His cock immediately falls between your ass cheeks. He takes the shaft to smear it right along your entrance just to hear those pretty sounds you make as you mule desperately.
“Darling please!!”
You’d bellowed out before Toji was fiercely gripping you by the neck and pulling your head back to press a tough kiss to your lips rubbing his tongue between and along yours and finally squeezing his massive cock through your snug canal. Toji usually takes his time to warm you up to the whole of his manhood, but with all of the distractions and the built-up sexual frustration, Toji was smacking your ass against his cock and pushing his cockhead deeper into you than you’d ever believed possible. With a fist full of your hair and a tight bruising grip on your hip Toji was drilling your tight little hole with the force that was making the table rattle and shake and even move. He was grunting like a pissed-off bull, the way he was huffing and panting you could tell just what he was pile-driving his hips into your cute little hole that he had blacked out, just driving into you on pure instinct. Lost in the pleasure, the high, the intense need to fill your womb with every inch of his monstrous cock.
Your legs were shuddering like you were in the middle of a seizure.
“Toji darling!! Fuck!!”
But he had no intention to stop. Toji had already decided that tonight was all about you. That blowout that you’d gotten done earlier that day? Destroyed in the tight grasp of your husband’s large palms as he’d buried his cock hard into your cervix until you were letting out a wet raining liquid with a weak whimper.
“More”
Toji huskily demanded as his hips smack into your ass on the dining room table, he lifts your leg onto the table, and releases your hair to grab your wrists to restrain them behind your back and not hesitate to pound harder into you.
“Gonna have to ngh—, make you cum over and over”
He says roughly driving the tip of his girth through you and ramming into your g-spot with a force that brings you to tears of pleasure. You throw your head back to let out a shattered mule as you leak your white glue-like fluid down your folds and around his pulsing cock still inside you. And with a hard shudder of your body in your orgasmic release, he slows his pace gradually humming and groaning with satisfaction.
.
.
.
Toji’s hands gripped your thighs hard with ragged groans as you bounced on his cock with a mean and erratic pace. Your pussy sloppily mixing your slick with him pre-cum as your walls squeezed toji involuntarily as you moved up and down. Each push of his throbbing needy cock against the deepest parts of your womb had your head spinning and your body lit up with rounded heat. Your nails were digging into his shoulders as Toji’s hips followed yours. The collision of his thrusting and your bouncing had me your eyes roll to the back of your head, the feeling of Toji’s strong fingers digging into your plush fleshy thighs made you shiver with goosebumps. He’d eventually gotten that dress off you(no point in it now) his mouth suckling one of your free breasts as you chased yet another coiling orgasm. Because you simply couldn’t get enough. It had been hours now, he’d gotten you folded on the kitchen counter and on the kitchen floor, you couldn’t even see straight now either how many times your ex-con husband had made you tremble and shake through orgasm after orgasm. You were bouncing on Toji with complete and utter unapologetic desperation because guess what?
“I’m not stopping until you give me another baby”
You couldn’t believe you’d even said the words but you were so deeply and utterly cockdrunk you’d said it between babbling and uttering complete nonsense. But even still, your wish was your husband's command. He’d taken his hand and gripped your ass firm enough to spread your cheeks before thrusting from beneath you. His bolbus cockhead pounded away at your raw, bruised, and tenderized cervix. Pushing, pushing, pushing further and further up your womb until you felt like he was bulging from your stomach. The sounds you were making? They were turning toji full-blown farel as his thrusting grew uncontrollable, uncoordinated, and frantic chasing his on release now. He groaned ragged not even able to keep the suckling of your breast going. And just as you’d fallen apart on top of him gushing your white cream down his cock toji pushed his shaft so far into you that you’d squirmed until he was releasing every pulse and throbbing wave of his cum expelling from his swollen tip. Filling you up like a jelly-filled donut until your cream and his liquid baby batter were mixing between the two of you.
Toji’s palms loosened on your thighs leaving little purple marks behind as you’d collapsed onto each other utterly spent. His head rested in between your breasts with arms wrapped around you now as you’d collapsed letting your head drop to his shoulder. The only thing filling the space between you now was silence and the sound of your exhausted breaths mingling.
.
.
.
The two of you lovebirds had had sex at every corner of your home the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom (both of them), and of course your bedroom. What round the two of you were on by the following morning was unknown but who’s keeping count when your husband has you folded like a pretzel at every corner of your home? The two of you had decided to take the full night to yourself, trying to make up for lost time. But by first morning light, you and Toji had been tangled up in bedsheets in the aftermath of last night's chaos. Toji’s work alarm had gone off blaring in the sunlight-lit room as he groaned with irritation at having to get up to turn it off.
“I gotta go to work…you go get the kids”
You whined awake smacking your lips in a well-rested bliss with a nod barely awake. Toji had surely gone to work as brooding as he was from not getting any sleep. He’d pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, not pressuring you to wake up before he left for work. You’d eventually gotten up to go and get the kids and things were back in order. Toji had returned from work in the shittiest of moods (considering the two of you hadn’t slept much) so he’d done what he had been doing for years when he was beyond annoyed. He’d hide in his office until he was calmer.
Weeks had passed and well let’s just say your marriage had seriously taken a turn for the better. Toji brought you flowers home every Friday, and the two of you now had a designated date night once a month for just the two of you. And it was certainly a pleasure having your parents openly comfortable with getting more involved in their grandchildren’s lives. And every morning you’d always made Toji’s coffee before he’d head out to work. This particular morning as your husband had stolen a few sips of his coffee before strutting across your freshly cut lawn to anxiously attend work, you’d stopped him.
“Darling…hurry home?”
You’d said softly leaning your forehead against the doorframe as the children bolted out of the door for their arriving school bus. Toji paused his urgent strides to stop and look at you. You’d never rush him. He hated that. So it must be important. Toji was now on edge. Hurry home? Why couldn’t she just tell him now?
“What is it? An emergency?”
You shrug in your nightgown.
“Idk, we might have to turn your office into a nursery…”
Toji’s eyes widen with surprise. The sound of your children’s school bus pulling away from the curb loomed in the distance as Toji loosened his grip on his briefcase slightly. Toji’s urgent strides to his car became bolting footsteps toward you across your lawn as he threw his bulky arms around you in a loving embrace
Toji’s voice cracks with emotion as your hands find his broad back.
“Jesus Christ doll…”
He’d let out a sniffle to hold back his tears. As you mouth the words.
“I’m pregnant…”
Inspired by tonycries, I still own this works :3 ps. This was a special treat after the complete prisoner!toji series, here’s the link to all parts of this series on my page here
Wolf! Hybrid Toji has been preying on a pretty little bunny that keeps slipping from his grasp. You're fast but he's faster and when he can finally sink his canines into you, you'll be his…all his, he’ll have to show you what happens to cute and sweet little bunny!hybrids like yourself that try to escape his grasp… #primalplay
I know these wolf!hybrid fics are around but I know I can write this scenerio so well…on hold though. Unfortunately an early teaser…but will drop soon
I’m dropping two fics this week. I can’t promise it will be tonight but for sure by Monday. Either way this weekend is a hot seat. (Hit a writers block for Choso jjk men) since I’m behind on the wolf Toji fic and I’m not quite at 1k yet I’ll drop it next Saturday!
Synopsis: nerdjo getting special treatment while he studies for midterms…
Pairing: nerdjoxreader
Content MDNI: oral sex, oral (male), handjob, foreplay, first times (nerdjo), extroverted reader, introverted nerdjo, whimpering nerdjo
Disclaimer: here’s a snack while you wait for long fics🥹
You wrapped your warm wet lips tight around the hard lines of nerdjoʼs pulsing erection. His manhood pulsed greedily behind your pumping lips, pulling him in and out in a suction that left him trembling in overwhelming pleasure. You dragged your drooling lips up and down the shaft, slurping the slick against his aching cockhead slowly. Agonizingly slow. And poor nerdjo was whimpering like he simply couldnt get enough. Nervously begging for more and more. ʼy\n…p-please…ʼthrowing his head back in his desk chair, he could feel his glasses sliding off of his face but didn’t dare touch it. His fingers were too busy clinging to your hair for dear life. he could feel everything just below the waste tingling like electricity was shooting through him each and every time your tongue would lick up against his sensitive tip behind your lips. And you could feel the way his thighs trembled, eager, overstimulated with sensations and pleasures. You’d slurped again, a loud slick and wet sound that made him shudder and whine. Because it was you. The campus baddie that no one could get their hands on. You knew everyone. The friendly girl who never misses a single frat party, but none of those frat boys really knew what it took to get your attention. You weren’t playing hard to get, you just had a type. And maybe the kind of guy that knew about chemistry and biology and talked about it freely as a casual topic was more our speed. Or maybe it was because he wasn’t a cocky jerk like the rest of the frat guys. While they did whatever they could to have restless sex with you, your eyes were on him. That cool dorky white haired and blue eyed cutie.
But unfortunately for you, when you started dating your sweet bio-chem major it hadn’t occured to you that maybe he was in fact, a virgin. So of course you guyʼs started slow. Sometimes you’d let him finger you during one of his lectures (you had biochem together) or when you’d cuddle and heʼd wrap his lips right around the tack tip of your hard nipples just to get used to the feeling. Itʼs shocking to think he had no experience with women but somehow you’d been completely satisfied. it had been some time, not pushing too hard on the idea to have sex despite it practically killing you not to do anything every time you’d see him get hard enough to burst from his slacks everytime you’d wear a tank top with your cleavage out, or those short shorts that were all but too short.
But now? You’d never seen a man in so much pleasure. He was unearthed. Toes curling everytime you stroked his cock in the tight grip of your palm while you gurgled drool and precum on his tip. A whiney “ah—,”dragging from his lips in the most strained way when your lips popped from his cock just for you to roll your tight palm up and down his aching length. The hard lines of his erection petruding more prominently the more you stroked him. The roll of your palms made him weak in every sense. His piercing blue eyes rolling to back of his head letting out those pathetic sounds.
“You like that?”
A trick question. He hummed an overwhelmed sound and formed his lips to speak “y-yes—“
You bit your bottom lip and rubbed his cock harder now, his hips jerking up into your touch now chasing that increase of pressure desperately. “F-f-fuck y/n…I’m gonna—ngh!”
“Go ahead sweetie, it’s okay” and it’s almost as if instinctually your words pushed him right over the edge almost like his body had been holding and waiting just for your permission for him to reach that climax. His hips jerk violently as the grunting and groaning filled the space between you. His white sap dripped down your knuckles. Every pulse squirted his perfect white gravy until your hand was covered in him.
Instead of studying for his upcoming midterms, nerdjo decided to instead study the inner workings of your womb that had been warm and eagerly waiting for him. Before tonight. Nerdjo was an inexperienced man who spent all of his time with his nose in his books. But after tonight he discovers putting his nose and lips between yours legs was something he now enjoyed so much more. And it turns out? He didn’t need to study. Because after having possibly the best first time imaginable it somehow gave him the brain power he needed to pass his exams with a perfect score.
Synopsis: nerdjo getting special treatment while he studies for midterms…
Pairing: nerdjoxreader
Content MDNI: oral sex, oral (male), handjob, foreplay, first times (nerdjo), extroverted reader, introverted nerdjo, whimpering nerdjo
Disclaimer: here’s a snack while you wait for long fics🥹
You wrapped your warm wet lips tight around the hard lines of nerdjoʼs pulsing erection. His manhood pulsed greedily behind your pumping lips, pulling him in and out in a suction that left him trembling in overwhelming pleasure. You dragged your drooling lips up and down the shaft, slurping the slick against his aching cockhead slowly. Agonizingly slow. And poor nerdjo was whimpering like he simply couldnt get enough. Nervously begging for more and more. ʼy\n…p-please…ʼthrowing his head back in his desk chair, he could feel his glasses sliding off of his face but didn’t dare touch it. His fingers were too busy clinging to your hair for dear life. he could feel everything just below the waste tingling like electricity was shooting through him each and every time your tongue would lick up against his sensitive tip behind your lips. And you could feel the way his thighs trembled, eager, overstimulated with sensations and pleasures. You’d slurped again, a loud slick and wet sound that made him shudder and whine. Because it was you. The campus baddie that no one could get their hands on. You knew everyone. The friendly girl who never misses a single frat party, but none of those frat boys really knew what it took to get your attention. You weren’t playing hard to get, you just had a type. And maybe the kind of guy that knew about chemistry and biology and talked about it freely as a casual topic was more our speed. Or maybe it was because he wasn’t a cocky jerk like the rest of the frat guys. While they did whatever they could to have restless sex with you, your eyes were on him. That cool dorky white haired and blue eyed cutie.
But unfortunately for you, when you started dating your sweet bio-chem major it hadn’t occured to you that maybe he was in fact, a virgin. So of course you guyʼs started slow. Sometimes you’d let him finger you during one of his lectures (you had biochem together) or when you’d cuddle and heʼd wrap his lips right around the tack tip of your hard nipples just to get used to the feeling. Itʼs shocking to think he had no experience with women but somehow you’d been completely satisfied. it had been some time, not pushing too hard on the idea to have sex despite it practically killing you not to do anything every time you’d see him get hard enough to burst from his slacks everytime you’d wear a tank top with your cleavage out, or those short shorts that were all but too short.
But now? You’d never seen a man in so much pleasure. He was unearthed. Toes curling everytime you stroked his cock in the tight grip of your palm while you gurgled drool and precum on his tip. A whiney “ah—,”dragging from his lips in the most strained way when your lips popped from his cock just for you to roll your tight palm up and down his aching length. The hard lines of his erection petruding more prominently the more you stroked him. The roll of your palms made him weak in every sense. His piercing blue eyes rolling to back of his head letting out those pathetic sounds.
“You like that?”
A trick question. He hummed an overwhelmed sound and formed his lips to speak “y-yes—“
You bit your bottom lip and rubbed his cock harder now, his hips jerking up into your touch now chasing that increase of pressure desperately. “F-f-fuck y/n…I’m gonna—ngh!”
“Go ahead sweetie, it’s okay” and it’s almost as if instinctually your words pushed him right over the edge almost like his body had been holding and waiting just for your permission for him to reach that climax. His hips jerk violently as the grunting and groaning filled the space between you. His white sap dripped down your knuckles. Every pulse squirted his perfect white gravy until your hand was covered in him.
Instead of studying for his upcoming midterms, nerdjo decided to instead study the inner workings of your womb that had been warm and eagerly waiting for him. Before tonight. Nerdjo was an inexperienced man who spent all of his time with his nose in his books. But after tonight he discovers putting his nose and lips between yours legs was something he now enjoyed so much more. And it turns out? He didn’t need to study. Because after having possibly the best first time imaginable it somehow gave him the brain power he needed to pass his exams with a perfect score.
Synopsis: nerdjo getting special treatment while he studies for midterms…
Pairing: nerdjoxreader
Content MDNI: oral sex, oral (male), handjob, foreplay, first times (nerdjo), extroverted reader, introverted nerdjo, whimpering nerdjo
Disclaimer: here’s a snack while you wait for long fics🥹
You wrapped your warm wet lips tight around the hard lines of nerdjoʼs pulsing erection. His manhood pulsed greedily behind your pumping lips, pulling him in and out in a suction that left him trembling in overwhelming pleasure. You dragged your drooling lips up and down the shaft, slurping the slick against his aching cockhead slowly. Agonizingly slow. And poor nerdjo was whimpering like he simply couldnt get enough. Nervously begging for more and more. ʼy\n…p-please…ʼthrowing his head back in his desk chair, he could feel his glasses sliding off of his face but didn’t dare touch it. His fingers were too busy clinging to your hair for dear life. he could feel everything just below the waste tingling like electricity was shooting through him each and every time your tongue would lick up against his sensitive tip behind your lips. And you could feel the way his thighs trembled, eager, overstimulated with sensations and pleasures. You’d slurped again, a loud slick and wet sound that made him shudder and whine. Because it was you. The campus baddie that no one could get their hands on. You knew everyone. The friendly girl who never misses a single frat party, but none of those frat boys really knew what it took to get your attention. You weren’t playing hard to get, you just had a type. And maybe the kind of guy that knew about chemistry and biology and talked about it freely as a casual topic was more our speed. Or maybe it was because he wasn’t a cocky jerk like the rest of the frat guys. While they did whatever they could to have restless sex with you, your eyes were on him. That cool dorky white haired and blue eyed cutie.
But unfortunately for you, when you started dating your sweet bio-chem major it hadn’t occured to you that maybe he was in fact, a virgin. So of course you guyʼs started slow. Sometimes you’d let him finger you during one of his lectures (you had biochem together) or when you’d cuddle and heʼd wrap his lips right around the tack tip of your hard nipples just to get used to the feeling. Itʼs shocking to think he had no experience with women but somehow you’d been completely satisfied. it had been some time, not pushing too hard on the idea to have sex despite it practically killing you not to do anything every time you’d see him get hard enough to burst from his slacks everytime you’d wear a tank top with your cleavage out, or those short shorts that were all but too short.
But now? You’d never seen a man in so much pleasure. He was unearthed. Toes curling everytime you stroked his cock in the tight grip of your palm while you gurgled drool and precum on his tip. A whiney “ah—,”dragging from his lips in the most strained way when your lips popped from his cock just for you to roll your tight palm up and down his aching length. The hard lines of his erection petruding more prominently the more you stroked him. The roll of your palms made him weak in every sense. His piercing blue eyes rolling to back of his head letting out those pathetic sounds.
“You like that?”
A trick question. He hummed an overwhelmed sound and formed his lips to speak “y-yes—“
You bit your bottom lip and rubbed his cock harder now, his hips jerking up into your touch now chasing that increase of pressure desperately. “F-f-fuck y/n…I’m gonna—ngh!”
“Go ahead sweetie, it’s okay” and it’s almost as if instinctually your words pushed him right over the edge almost like his body had been holding and waiting just for your permission for him to reach that climax. His hips jerk violently as the grunting and groaning filled the space between you. His white sap dripped down your knuckles. Every pulse squirted his perfect white gravy until your hand was covered in him.
Instead of studying for his upcoming midterms, nerdjo decided to instead study the inner workings of your womb that had been warm and eagerly waiting for him. Before tonight. Nerdjo was an inexperienced man who spent all of his time with his nose in his books. But after tonight he discovers putting his nose and lips between yours legs was something he now enjoyed so much more. And it turns out? He didn’t need to study. Because after having possibly the best first time imaginable it somehow gave him the brain power he needed to pass his exams with a perfect score.
