The Fifth of The Month: PT2
Explicit Content Ahead.
MDNI.
Pairing: Bro Santa x F!Reader
WC~2.5k
Tw: None, pretty hot tho
CW: Improper Use Of Vital Instrument, cunnilingus, squirting, forced orgasm
Racially ambiguous reader.
AN: ugh I need this man like I need a real father. I should be fired for much real work I didn’t get done today just for you(me) gooners. PT3 posted when I finish it. im writing like Hamilton
Pt 1 Pt 3
“Uh, uh, w-what about the lesson plans?” He stutters, his hand coming to rub the back of his neck sheepishly- and her eyes widen, head cocking to the side like she’s dumbfounded by his ignorance.
“I’ve had their lesson plans for the next six months figured out for awhile now, Bro.” She says with a chuckle- and that’s all it took for him.
And like he’s afraid she’ll take her words back, he’s rushing over to her and dropping to his knees.
And how her eyes widen in shock, as his large, warm hands are placed on her knees and he’s staring up at her like a divine monument sat upon his desk.
“I’ve been really dumb, huh?” He mumbles, and her right hand lifts from the desk, to cup his cheek and gently brush her thumb across the slightly weather-worn skin there- and it’s like a subconscious urge he can’t deny when he leans into her touch.
He’s breathtaking. Older, sure- but god.
“Thank goodness I’m a teacher.” Is all she says, as she leans down and captures his lips in an achingly gentle kiss, his slightly chapped lips molding together against her plush, soft ones in a way that made his fingers dig into the space where her knees started to curve into full, soft thighs.
And he’s gasping slightly into their kiss, as her other hand comes down to grip one of his, and slowly inch it up her bare thigh.
And she flutters her eyes open, parting their mouths slightly to see that delightfully crimson flush creeping up his face.
“Are you sure?” He asks, swallowing nervously-and the respectful tone in his voice makes her want to jump him. It makes her want to rip his skin from his bones and devour him.
He’s so bashful now, gone was the playful banter and here was a man who didn’t quite seem to know what to do when a woman was throwing herself at him.
And when her hands move from him, a flash of fear-rejection streaking through his eyes like a dying star- before he pauses, an audible swallow coming from him as he watches her start to unbutton her blouse further, the fabric beginning to drape and pool down her arms as she freed the last one from its entrapment.
“I’ve been quite sure for some time, now.”
She’s the bashful one now, averting her gaze with her arms crossed under her chest.
Had she been reading the rooms wrong?
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But the second she seemed unsure of how he felt, he broke.
His arms wrap around her waist and he presses his face into the softness of her stomach, taking a deep breath before speaking.
“I’ve thought you were the most beautiful person in this world since the day you stepped foot into this building and into my life.” And his words are muffled and rushed against her skin, though he could feel a shiver run through her body- feel gooseflesh raising on her back under where his hands were placed.
And when he finally looks up at her- she’s biting her lip, cheeks flushed and staring down at him as she subtly shifts her hips, rubbing her thighs together in a way that would have been discrete if he wasn’t clinging to her lap.
“Then won’t you show me how beautiful you think I am?” And her head is tilted to the side, and that damned coy smirk is playing at her lips again.
And he had the feeling he’d been caught in a web, but he didn’t care.
Bro is rushing up, and she meets his lips halfway, her arms wrapping around his neck as he settles his body between her thighs he’d spread with his hips.
And he’s clinging to her, hands roaming everywhere he could reach, gripping her hips and releasing a strangled moan into her mouth when she latches her legs around him and presses their hips together, the growing erection in his pants grinding between the apex of her thighs.
And she’s touching him.
Her hands have slipped up his neck and deft fingers are unbuttoning his jacket, slipping it down his shoulders and sliding cool fingers up his chest under his undershirt, raising goose flesh with their touch.
She’s tracing the muscles of his chest with fingers that are so cold against the heat of his body, and she’s tracing against his skin like she knows exactly what she’s doing, just the barest whispers of touch that has him leaning into it, silently begging for more.
Bro’s hands go to her face to hold it as he molded their mouths together like if they stopped to breathe the fantasy would end abruptly- but when they do part, they’re panting- his overshirt flung to the side, with hers off but hanging from where it was tucked into her skirt.
And he drops to his knees, all signs of demure shyness dead and gone as he glances up at her- and licks his lips.
And he’s waiting, staring at her, a smirk toying at his lips in an expression she’d never seen before- but one that excited her.
He was asking permission.
And she granted it silently- leaning back on her hands and simply spreading her legs. An open invitation for him to enjoy.
And enjoy he did.
His face pressed between her legs with zero hesitation, and it was her face that was crimson now as he took a deep, shuddering breath and started to gently rub his nose against her clothed folds.
And he never broke eye contact with her as he did this.
“God, I’ve never even allowed myself to imagine this…” and his voice is deep, and rumbling, and it forces her legs to try and twitch shut around his head in embarrassment.
“Oh no, this is mine right now-“ and his hands are forcing her legs apart as he’s nuzzling her core, his facial hair tickling the insides of her thighs as she bites her lip, unable to stop staring at the mess he was causing.
Given free reign- he was an entirely different man.
He was staring dead into her eyes as his tongue sticks out, and he lightly traces up and down against her underwear, before pressing a firm kiss to her already swollen clit that was sensitive and waiting from just their clandestine kiss.
And she’s shuddering, a pitiful mewl escaping her mouth that causes a devious smile to cross Bros’ face- before his hands are under her skirt and lifting her up by her ass, tearing her panties down her legs and slamming her back down in the same movement he was attaching himself back to her core.
And he was on her like he was hungry.
She’s proud that she’s still sitting up- though her hands are back, gripping the end of the desk behind her for dear life as she’s helpless against his ministrations.
But when she leans her head back- a barely stifled moan tearing through her throat- he’d pulled away, and her head had snapped back up in furrowed-brow displeasure- only to meet his demanding, ravenous gaze.
“You gotta keep lookin’ at me, beautiful.” Bro says softly- before his mouth opens and he’s back on her and oh god.
His tongue was inside her.
He’s humming like he’s enjoying the best meal he’d ever had, his face nearly disappearing as he lifts one of her thighs onto his shoulder and starts thrusting his tongue inside of her like a cock.
And it’s impossibly deep, every other withdraw it felt was punctuated by his tongue sliding up to flick against her clit, then back down for more.
And he’s forcing her to watch him, on arms wrapped around the outside of her thigh and his warm, large hand pressed against the small of her back to prevent her from falling backwards in bliss like she wanted to, and the other is sinking into her bush and spreading her folds open for his tongue to fuck her into oblivion.
She could feel the heat in her face and hands, and that spot in her stomach wasn’t fluttering anymore, it was rattling the bars of its cage and screaming at her for release.
And she could tell that he could tell, with the way her legs were twitching around his head- and one of his hand disappears from her back, forcing her to catch herself on her own- and his tongue from her pitifully clenching hole- a whine of displeasure wringing itself from her throat before he glances up at her, tearing his gaze from where he was staring at her dripping cunt, fingers shaped in a V rubbing on either side of her clit from above.
And she felt his the fingers of his other hand appear and begin circling her hole softly.
And he’s asking again- silently requesting permission.
And she’s huffing, blowing her hair out of her face and glaring at him.
“If your stupid ass doesn’t stop playing coy I’m gonna just get myself off.” She shoots at him, and he’s grinning, laughing at her new, demanding side before he’s latched onto her clit, his two middle fingers plunging into her and giving her such a stretch that she knew if she hadn’t been so hot already would have hurt.
And he’s curling those fingers against that soft spot inside her walls and she’s forgetting her name, his name, fuck where was she?
Her back arches and she’s now laying across the table, head hanging off the edge and her knees coming up and together as she’s practically keening- a panting, moaning mess as he sits up on one knee to keep access to her poor clit-refusing to give her any respite from how hungry he was for her.
And she can feel it.
That spot below her stomach and the one right in front of her entrance.
“Bro- I’m gonna- S-Stop- I’m gon-“ She pants, head snapping up-and though he’d been reserved, polite in asking to go further before- her desperate pleas went ignored as he forced her legs apart with one hand to make her look at him again as he plunged his fingers in faster, his tongue out and flicking against her clit at damn near the same tempo- and ending with his lips wrapping around the swollen bud with a pulse that sent her crashing; finally understanding what those smutty books she’d been reading meant when they said they’d “seen stars.”
A desperate scream that she cuts off with both of her own hands slammed across her mouth is the least of her worries, because she’s spasming as the most erotic, disgusting orgasm of her life tears through her body from back to front and up through down.
And she’s gushing.
With every pulse and twitch of her body- it’s spraying out and forcing heat to her face in sheer mortification- embarrassment that’s furthered by Bro leaning back in shock for a split second.
But only a second.
Before he’s locking eyes with her and that hunger is back.
And he’s back on her squirting cunt like it’s the nectar of the gods.
The sounds are obscene. It’s vulgar. Disgusting.
And it’s the most pleasure she’d ever felt in her life.
Bros’ face is buried back in her cunt, his fingers movements lazy as he strokes his fingers in and out of her sopping wet hole- like he’s urging her to give him more- and it’s so wet she can’t even feel individual movements anymore- but she can feel the rumbling as he groaned in sheer bliss as he lapped up her juices, his eyes closed and jaw unhinged like a man who’d just found his new favorite meal.
Her poor cunt is so sensitive she finally has to push him away, twitching and so overstimulated she’s giggling breathlessly.
And he’s looking up at her with a soaking wet face, eyes hooded and tongue flicking out to reminisce on the taste of her, and she couldn’t help herself- he made it look so damn good.
And she’s digging her hand in his hair on the top of his head and dragging him up so she can slide her tongue from the center of his clavicle to the bottom of his jaw, lapping up her fluids that glistened down his neck and face.
And she felt him shudder, his hands going to grip her waist hard enough to bruise- the first aggression she’d gotten from him the entire day- and she was practically purring when her tongue hit that soft spot under his ear.
His headband and had slipped loose, and she damn near pouted when his hands slipped from her body- only for an “oof!” to be pulled from her as he yanks her down further on the table- ass hanging off as he leans over her- headband yanked from his head and wrapped around his right hand that’s going to her wrists, forcing them above her head as he gives her a sly smirk.
And this side of him…. Oh.
He’s unclasping the front of her bra with his other hand, and the moment her breast is exposed to the air, his mouth is wrapping around an areola- tongue swirling as she sees a pale orange glow shining from his lowered lashes, before he’s lifting them and staring at her with the full force of his Anima.
And he gives her a sneaky, conniving grin with her nipple between his teeth as she feels cloth binding her hands above her head.
“Mr. Santa-“ She breathes, and it’s cut off by a sharp pain as he bites down on her nipple- words replaced by a weak moan of his first name, instead.
And he releases her breast from his mouth with a POP!, leaning forwards and pressing his lips to her ear and whispering in a voice that seemed too soft for the way he had her bound.
“Please, say you’re mine.”
Pt.3
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