Jōichirō X Black Reader (NSFW)
Warnings: Mentions of drinking, Masterbation, Public Sex, Cheater!Joichiro, Sprinkle of angst, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Pet Names, Cervix Kissing, Oral Sex
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A/N: Hey my loves! More content will be coming soon I’m working on shit ton rn. n e ways enjoy this smutty messʕ-᷅ᴥ-᷄ʔ
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Taxi
Demon time made itself known on the touch screen radio. The raging red ‘Taxi’ light reflected off of nearby cars. Dark rings appeared under Joichiro’s eyes from stress and lack of sleep.
Constant arguing with his wife over his job. The traveling miles away from home for long periods of time to the endless phone calls from his boss.
Granted he was keeping the bills paid and his family dripped out in everything they ever desired. However that wasn’t enough for her. The pair came to an agreement hoping to save their marriage.
He would take a year off and find a part time job while spending more time with her. It was perfect in the beginning. Cuddling, road trips and family visits. That was until he started seeing her true colors.
Always finding things to bitch about. The stubble on his face going grey, the way his face looks when it’s resting, and overall the way he was aging. Soon finding more things to degrade him over.
The depression he spiraled into led him to getting a job as a taxi driver. Giving him as many hours to neglect her verbal taunting as long as he wanted.
He pulled over in front of a night club where a younger woman waved him down. She hugged a friend before hopping in the backseat.
“Hello,” he glanced in the mirror, “where do I have the honor of taking you.”
You gave him your address, “you welcome to come in and have a few more drinks with me.”
He blushed slightly, “haven’t you had enough tonight?”
“It take way more than a few shots to get me drunk,” you giggled, “so what’s your verdict sir?”
He sighed staring at a halting stop light, “I really shouldn’t, I’m a married man.”
Shifting in your seat you slid off your panties. The mini black dress slipped above your hips. Slick leaked from your pussy just admiring Joichiro’s fit build. Fixating on the peppery hairs coming from the side of his face. What they would feel like against your thighs.
“You don’t seem too happy about that.”
“She’s just..a lot to deal with sometimes.”
“Sounds like you need a reliever,” you flicked your panties in his lap like it was a hair tie, “pull over and Let me help you, promise I know how to keep a secret.”
His foot slammed on the brakes once he realized what was sitting on his clothed crotch. His fingers lifted them as he looked in the backseat. God was he stuck between his morals and how hell-bent he was on feeling how creamy that pretty pussy would feel around him.
Your black dress was in the seat next to you. Hands rubbing your throbbing clit. How can he just leave you in a state like that. He swung his head back getting a small whiff of the red lace he was holding. Eyes rolling back.
Joichiro pulled his car into the parking lot of a closed store. Very few cars were scattered around. He flicked the alerting taxi light off.
“You poor thing,” you smiled as he hungrily pulled you under him leaving the backseat door open, “so hard and you’ve barely touched me.”
His lips clung to your neck quickly making there way down. A slight shriek left your throat as his tongue rounded your swollen clit. Nails desperately digging into your thighs.
He moaned just at the taste. So sweet and soft. How plush your skin was. How content he would be if he died between your luscious thighs. It didn’t sound so bad either. You were just that perfect.
The prickling of his beard became less noticeable the closer your legs closed around his head. Fingers wildly gripping the door the more he bought you to your high. Eyes going white and your mouth agape.
“Fuckkk,” you whined.
Cum spilled from his mouth onto the leather seats. In a few swift movements his fingers were curling inside of your clenched pussy. Sending you in a state no one else ever bought you too.
“So you like that too huh.” he said more to himself.
He got up shutting the door that was left open. Centering himself in the backseat he lowered his pants below his knees.
To say he was big was an understatement. It wasn’t any smaller than eight inches. You lowered your face ready to return the favor. Joichiro’s hand quickly grabbed your cheeks pulling you to him.
“No need princess, just enjoy the ride.” he lined his tip with you. Hands cautiously lowering your hips allowing you to adjust to his size. With that he moved your waist pushing his dick in and out of you, occasionally doing circular motions.
“Just like that princess,” he tossed his head back becoming more aggressive. You yelped as he bottomed out. Thighs pressed against his. A pain derived with satisfaction spread through you. His hips smashed into yours causing your toes to curl in pleasure.
His tongue pushed passed your lips meeting yours. The smell of cigarettes and mint stained his breath. He forced your hips down pressing his tip to your cervix once more.
“I love you,” he murmured, “I love you so fucking much.”
Those empty words entered your brain. How weightless they were. How he pretended you were his wife. You knew they were meant for her. But you didn’t care one bit. Too focused on how good his dick was making you feel. Through the overwhelming orgasms he gave you making you want to ride him forever.
Spurts of his cum coated your pink walls. His face pressed against your breast. Arms straddling your waist keeping your still. His hips pumped up emptying his load into you.
“I should probably take you home now.” He grinned through panted breathes.
You nodded squirming back into the slutty black dress. It didn’t take long for him to reach your apartment. Grabbing your belongings you pushed the door open.
“Wait,” he dug in the cup holder passing you a card with his number on it, “in case you need another ride.”
You nodded smirking to yourself, “tell wifey I said hi.”
