naoya takes your fingers
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since that drunken night, day in and day out for about a week, all his thoughts were filled with you. no woman has ever used him in such a manner; he was disgusted with himself. why did he have to get that wasted?
naoya flopped onto his bed, his body exhausted from the last couple of sleepless nights, with his mind still racing a mile a minute. he lay there in silence, staring up at the ceiling with a tangled mind, taking a deep breath, and a frustrated sigh, with his hands clenching at his sides. continuing to lie there, he starts thinking about you too hard.. wink wink.
he started to feel that needy sensation again—he tried to push it to the side, oh, he really tried. but before you know it, he found himself rubbing himself through his pants—trying to imagine it was your hand rubbing him instead of his own.
“please…” he whispered, the slide of his hand grew more frantic—as if chasing some phantom version of your touch that he couldn’t quite replicate. he could almost feel your touch; he could almost hear your sweet, sweet degradation. blurred with need and desire, he untied his hakama, the restrictive and annoying feeling that it was giving had disappeared, letting out a soft moan in return.
naoya’s hand moved eagerly to his length, his body reacting to the slightest touch. he let out a sharp gasp with his hips lifting slightly off the bed as the sensation coursed through him. “fuck.. please..” he groaned, his voice shaky and desperate, “i need you.. so bad..”
he continued to move his hand with his body reacting to every stroke—he whispered your name over and over, his voice hoarse and ragged. “please..please..” he pleaded, his body arching off the bed with the memory of his face deep in your pussy, using him for your personal gain. “please..h-help me..” his voice broken and filled with desperation.
focused on his puffy tip, his fingers teased and never let up, even if it was almost painful. his back arched off the bed, legs trembling as his free hand fisted into the sheets. his voice cracked as his hips jerked pathetically into his fist—every flick of his wrist made his body jerk, your name still spilling from his lips in whispers.
his vision blurred like he was about to cry—how pathetic he must look, rutting into his hand to the mere thought of you. “f-fuck.. nngh! wish.. you were here,” he choked out, with toes curling as pre-cum smeared messily over his fingertips.
a loud slam coming from his door made naoya’s body jump. he hadn’t heard any footsteps approaching his room. your eyes dart at him, fully taking in the sight of him. he quickly tried to cover himself, his face red as a pepper. “jesus fuck woman! the hell ‘re ya doin?” he scoffed, trying to mask his embarrassment with irritation. “what the hell are you doin?” he scowled at your question, straighten up in the bed. “what does it look like?” he retorted, his voice still hoarse.
slamming the sliding the door back shut, you walk closer, “being a fucking pervert.” naoya tsk’d at your answer—the silence growing heavier the closer you got. looming over him, your gaze dropped to his bulge straining against the covers, making him shift in the bed uncomfortably.
teasing him, you start slapping his cock around, watching as it recoils back into place with every hit under the covers like a toy. his breath hitches as the slaps reminded him who he truly belongs to. “don’t tease.. please?”
his pleading came out as a question, god he was stupid. “please..” he repeated, “don’t.. tease me..” so, so, so, stupid. “isn’t this what you wanted?” your words slammed into him with humiliation because he knew you were right, “n-no! i mean..yes? fuck.” his hips lifted from the mattress chasing your hand that kept teasing him so relentlessly. “you—you know what i want,” he whined, “stop.. stop playing with me, i beg.” and stop you shall.
if you looked close enough, you could probably see his heart thump outside his chest—slowly pulling the cover away, revealing his ruffled kimono along with his button shirt. his chest heaved, trying to slow down his breathing by biting his bottom lip, awhile obediently spreading his legs for you with his thighs trembling in anticipation. motioning your finger in a circular motion, you start ordering him, “flip over.”
knowing not to question you, he groaned at your command instead—rolling onto his stomach without protest, his face pressed into the bed. he felt so vulnerable and exposed, “what.. what are you gonna do?”
“finger you, duh.” snapping his head to look at you with widened eyes, “what?” pushing his head back down into the bed, you pulled down his pants to his knees, truly exposing him this time. “i heard some of the servants discussing your.. ass cleaning habits. they say you are almost like a woman. who knew you were so.. feminine.” you snicker behind him, you could see his reddened state from the color of his ears. he was so flustered he couldn’t even fathom any words snap back.
lifting his ass up so that it was tooted in the air, you spread his cheeks open, you spit directly onto his asshole. a cry muffled into the covers as he felt the spit hit his skin, “w-wait!” he felt so.. so.. much shame, this was humiliating. a whimper was sung as you rubbed your thumb over his sensitive hole; it was like he couldn’t breathe. despite being sensitive, his hips pushed back against your hand—while you focused on his hole, he started focusing on his leaky cock.
naoya’s hand moved clumsily over his cock, his strokes erratic and needy—hips jerking helplessly, working between thrusting into his fist, and rubbing up against your thumb. due to his sensitivity he didn’t last long under your touch. his body arched sharply off the bed as his orgasm ripped through him with a broken cry, his cum shooting on the cover up under him. with shaky thighs thighs he collapses into his mess. even during his aftershocks, your thumb remained on his hole, still teasing him, “haah!” he squirmed weakly, wrung out and oversensitive.
pressing your thumb deeper inside him, his entire body jolted at the sudden invasion, his cry was raw, his hands stretched out into the sheets just as you stretch him out. “oh god!” he sobbed, his cock twitched pathetically against his stomach, still half-hard. “please!” scoffing at his begging, you yank your thumb out, making him yelp at his sudden emptiness, “do you shut fuck up? like ever??” spreading his plush cheeks back open again, you spit directly into his hole—he let out a shaky whine as the spit slowly moved inside him.
slowly and deliberately, you slid your finger inside him. his mind was a whirlwind of confusing sensations, his legs trembled at the effort to try and stay spread for you as you still slowly began to pump inside him. “you’re so tight, jeez.” like a woman.. but you'll keep that to yourself for now. with his cheeks burning at your sudden comment, “i-i’ve never..!” he gasped, still trying to find his words, but you fucking his insides really was doing a number on him. his hips rocked uncontrollably, trying to reject you as much as possible while trying to get you to fuck him deeper. it was overwhelming.
in your hands, his body was like putty to you. pushing his back down, you forced his hips higher—each curl of your finger made his cock twitch and leak. roughly taking out your finger, you start rubbing his hole again, “hah! w-wait—” naoya’s body went rigid at the sudden, sharp emptiness. a strangled gasp slipped past his lip, trying to twist his body to look and see what you were doing—but then he felt your fingers on him again, teasing him, of course. “i think you're ready for the second one. right?” tensing at your words, he knew there was no reason to deny it. “yes,” he managed to choke out, “yes.. ma'am.”
with his back jolting out of the arch you had him at, you breached inside him again, his gasp coming punched out. he never knew being stretched out like this could hurt so good, causing him to scream out. ugh. gripping his hair, you pull his head more towards you, making him grit his teeth, “shut up, we don’t want everyone to know how much of a bitch you are.” throwing his head back down into the pillow, he bit his lip, trying to muffle the whiny noises begging to slip from his lips.
you were right, of course you were, only bitches spread themselves open for a woman. he was supposed to be one of power, but instead, he was letting a married woman have her way with him; the ancestors must be joyous.
“i-i’m a bitch,” he nodded frantically into the pillow, “i’m a bitch.. i’ll be quiet..” god he couldn’t believe what he was saying.
knowing he was close again, you grab his arm and hold him by his wrist, using it to rock him in your fingers—each pull made your fingers go deeper and deeper, making him jolt at the deepness. a shattered whimper fell out of him, “nngh! p-please!” he was full, so full. and being manhandled like this, you making fuck himself back on your fingers like a bitch, only made him harder. “pleasepleaseplease! s-shitshit! please!” the begs kept spilling from his drooling mouth.
your fingers worked him deeper—his face back to being buried into the pillow, broken noise could be heard as you continued to tear into him. shaking his head frantically, a wet, shuddering sob escaped him as he clenched around your fingers—his orgasm ripped through him again. his voice was so raw, his face still pressed down like a good boy.
his limp body collapsed into the mattress, and another whimper came out as you took your fingers out. he twitched weakly against the sheets, his mind beyond hazy, he couldn’t even bring himself to look at you.
getting off the bed, you hover him, gripping his hair so that he’ll be looking at you. naoya’s eyes fluttered open as his dirty golden locks were in your hand, a soft gasp fell out as he was forced to look up at your pretty face. “clean up.”
shoving your fingers in his mouth, he could taste his.. everything. so shameful. shameful it was but he didn’t hesitate. his tongue moved in slow, submissive drags as he made eye contact with you. taking them out, you pat his face with those same wet fingers, “atta boy.”
leaning into that same hand, you could feel his uneven breath, “..th-thank you, ma’am.”
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