jaegerbby

[jaegerbby]

➳ brat taming

╰┈➤ word count; 5045

╰┈➤ rundown; how he would deal with you catching an attitude. i had toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, suguru geto, ryusei shidou, katsuki bakugo & touya todoroki in mind for this ;)

╰┈➤ caution; female! brat! reader, use of the words bitch, slut, fuck doll, begging, blow job, deep throating, face fucking, spanking, choking, rough + unprotected sex, creampie, dumbification, marking (hickies and scratching), hair pulling, he is MEAN.

pls let me know if i should add any more warnings !! not proofread !!

"babe." you throw your head back in annoyance, reaching for the large palms gripping your hips as if trying to right your wrongs but it only upsets him further.

"told you no touching." he roughly pins your wrists to the bed, his face nears yours and you find yourself leaning closer to kiss him but he just won't give in. "keep them there."

his warm touch finds your thighs, coaxing along the flesh before his hips roll and he slowly fucks into you.

he feels good, too good.

he always does but right now this isn't enough. the slow stroke of his cock pulling your cunt apart and the swollen head nudging your cervix isn't enough.

you feel every vein, even ridge, every bit of his stiff cock but he's fucking into you so painfully slow. your chest heaves, fingers twitching, desperate to be on his skin. you're desperate to have him messily kissing you until his pink lips are swollen.

his eyes look stony, gazing at your cunt swallowing every inch. he seems to take in every bit of slick that coats him. you're soaking. you've drenched him entirely.

he can feel you pulsing along him, he can feel your slick hot and sticky on his cock.

he loves your pussy too much for his own good. he's drunk on you and you know it too well. that's why he has to do things like this.

every pump of his hips to fill your cunt, is too slow for you to think straight.

you're aching for a rough pounding, you're aching to sink your nails into his back, to have his chain hanging in your face and his gravelly moans in your ear.

but this.

this is torture. you think this might be the worst punishment you have ever received.

he is mad, you can see it all over his face.

you spent the entire drive home squeezing your thighs together looking at him grip the steering wheel so hard his veins were more pronounced.

maybe you would've behaved if you knew this was what he had in mind.

you would think a man this enraged would have less restraint but somehow it seems to be the opposite for him.

your jaw hangs, a muted whimper escaping you as he cants his hips and sinks his cock inside you again. it feels like forever before his tip kisses your cervix. you can't help that your hips buck forward, you can't help that your legs tighten around his narrowed waist, urging him closer.

he doesn't budge.

his fingers squeeze your hips and you swear you've broken his resolve but you're left hissing in surprise when he pulls out. it's the first thing he has done swiftly all night.

"do you ever listen?" his lips pull back in irritation.

"i said i was sorry." you whine. your cunt clenches around nothing, only leaking with more slick. you're all doe eyed feigning innocence as you look up at him.

"you weren't sorry when you were acting all bitchy" he quips. his darkened eyes trail over your messy cunt, your neglected clit is just begging for his touch. for him to rid you of an itch only he can scratch.

you raise yourself to your elbows, eyes never leaving his. his breath slows when your hand caresses his chest. your skin is far softer than his.

he's only growing angrier.

he finds himself wishing he wasn't this weak for you but truthfully, he wouldn't change a thing.

your touch trails down from his stiff chest to the ridges of his abs. his head tilts to the side, you're really pushing it tonight. you stop just before his cock, your eyes skim over the stiffened thickness of his girth, coated in your wetness and leaking.

you bite down on your bottom lip before your fingers find your cunt, trailing through the wetness, you're so sensitive your back arches as you sink two fingers as deep as they can go.

"i promise i'm sorry. want you to fuck me like you mean it, think i deserve it." your voice is all whiny and soft. all honey dew and sugar coated.

you're spoilt rotten, he's the one responsible for it. you know how to get your way, you're good at it.

but you're forgetting he is as stubborn as you.

your fingers slip out, sticky with strings of wetness and you're spreading your cunt for him to see. he breathes hard.

you jolt when he roughly snatches your hand.

"you think you deserve it?" he says incredulously. "really?"

the corners of your lips tip into a sly smile that you're fighting to conceal.

"mmhm and i really need you." you know how to fuck with his head. you know how to destroy his sanity. "need to feel you deep inside me, need you to fuck me until i can't think."

you're shoved down against the sheets, his hard body meets yours, you hum at the feeling. his eyes are darker. his chest heaves more. you feel his cock brush your dripping hole and your legs instinctively hitch higher on his waist.

"if you want to get fucked, you need to listen." his hands are so much bigger, they enclose your wrists and press them to the sheets.

your tongue slips out to wet your lips and you nod. "i'll do whatever you say."

your jaw hangs in a drawn out moan as his cock slowly fills you. his abs tense due to your relentless clenching.

he's closer now, he's on you now.

you tilt your head up, lips brushing against his but he doesn't lean closer than that.

"keep your hands to yourself." he breathes. "and you only take what i give you."

you nod.

your cunt aches a little more, he's so big. every time he sinks back into you, you feel yourself stretching. he pulls you too wide and goes too deep. it rids your mind of any coherent thoughts.

you're huffing hot breaths, trying to control your hips. trying to be obedient.

your eyes trail over his face. he's pretty.

his lengthy lashes flutter, nose scrunching ever so slightly every time he feels you. he likes being in your cunt, he likes how hot you feel on him. and he likes-

"so fucking tight."

you're smiling. of course you are. your body rocks while he fucks into you. but it's still slow. he rolls his hips forward with a low grunt.

"babe."

he ignores you. he's too busy plunging his aching length inside your messy cunt.

"babe." you whine, a pout on your lips when he meets your eyes. "y'know, you haven't kissed me for the night."

you lean up to nudge your nose with his and he hates the way he falters. he hates the way he can do nothing to stop his hips roughly pounding into you before he finds his bearings.

he hates how pleased you look. he hates the way you dumbly smile with a ditzy look on your face from only a few heavy strokes of his cock. he is breathing hard into your shared air before his jaw clenches.

"listen to me or i won't fuck you at all." he doesn't know how much longer he can hold up this stupid punishment. he wonders if he's punishing you or himself because he has his pelvis flush to yours and your sticky pussy is slurping on him like you don't ever want to let him go.

too tempting.

"you're bluffing."

"try me." he grits his teeth.

he sits back on his knees, you find yourself disappointed at the distance.

"don't move."

he pumps his hips. moving shallowly, only the base of his cock exiting your gummy walls before he fucks it back into you.

you mewl. his dextrous fingers find your clit and he rolls the stilted bundle of nerves for the first time tonight.

he looks pretty like this, he looks pretty with his eyes trained on your cunt and his cock deep in you. he looks pretty with tense shoulders and a heaving chest.

you're really trying your best, you're trying to restrain every bit of you that is begging to touch him. but how can you really help yourself?

he looks good when he's mad. he looks good when his jaw is locked and you think it's cute how he flares his nose.

you know how to push his buttons. you're desperate to push him over the edge and break his resolve.

"it wouldn't make a difference if you stopped, this doesn't count as fucking me anyway." it's terribly unconvincing because your voice is all watery and broken.

he presses hard on your clit before his hand harshly smacks the twitching bundle of nerves, your hips cant upwards on his cock still lodged inside you.

if he was angry before, you feel like steam would be coming out of his ears now.

"you know what? i don't have to deal with this nasty attitude when my hand works fine." you flinch as he suddenly pulls out.

he wouldn't stop, right?

"mine does too." you retort but the ache between your legs is still begging to be quelled.

his arms flex, biceps bulging as his fingers grip your face and he squeezes your cheeks. his eyes are narrow.

oh, you've done it now.

"go ahead, fuck your little cunt for yourself. see if i care." his voice has deepened, strained with anger and his unsatisfied desires.

you can use your hand.

you can fuck your cunt until you cum. you know your body as good as he does but it won't be the same.

that wouldn't be enough.

it would not compare to his heavy body over you, or his fingers knotted in your hair. it would never compare to the girth of his cock pulling you wide open and fucking you until you're plugged full of hot, sticky strands of his seed.

why do it yourself when you can have him?

even if it means begging a little.

"babe, c'mon." you quip. he looks like he has already made up his mind and it won't change.

"i'm sick of your shit." he moves off of you, sitting at the edge of the bed but before he can reach for his boxers you are on him.

he breathes a little harder as your lips find his neck, your hand threading through the thick locks of his hair before caressing his angular jaw and trailing down his firm chest.

he jerks in surprising when your much smaller hand strokes his cock, still hot and sticky from your dripping pussy.

it's all he's thinking about, sinking deep inside you again sounds much better than depriving himself of your cunt.

he wishes you weren't so prissy then he would fuck you the way you're aching for.

"m'sorry." your voice should not be this adorable. no one could possibly resist you.

"yeah, right." he says through gritted teeth, eyes slightly rolling as your delicate hand palms his cock. he can hardly think straight and your goal for the night seems to be destroying him completely.

and then you whine in his ear like a fucking sex drunk slut.

"m'really sorry, y'know i didn't mean it. just missed you." he lets out a shaky breath, biting his lip as his eyes flick down to watch the languid strokes of your touch gliding up and down. he is covered in so much slick, so much of you that it's easy to tug at his cock.

"that's your excuse every fucking time. you act like a bitch and then say s'cause you missed me." your finger trails along his ear, a second later your tongue replaces it. he curses lowly, too caught up in the feeling of your lips trailing down the column of his throat. leaving his skin heated with saliva from sucking marks. "how does that make sense, baby?

"you're the one that didn't see me for three days." your voice is less begging now, bordering on irritation as you separate from his neck.

"there's that attitude again." he sucks his teeth, biting back a groan when you squeeze around the base of his thick cock. he tilts his head towards you, his nose nudging yours and he is all too pleased at how quickly you melt.

your eyes go wide and teary, your lips pouted and all he wants to do is bite them until they're swollen red. "i'm sorry, m'sorry, babe." he really is trying to resist you but then your little hand leaves his cock and reaches for his nape to pull him for a kiss so desperate it erases every thought of denying you.

he lets you, he lets you have your way with him. he lets you trip and fall and act like your world will end without him.

he likes you this way.

you're whimpering apologies with your tongue lashing his and he is licking into your mouth with renewed vigor.

he likes knowing how entangled you are in him.

you separate just barely, shared air growing dense with tension, with palpable want. "i'll make it up to you." you hum and his chest heaves as you steady yourself on your knees at his side and lean down to teasingly lick right below his navel.

he swallows hard because your ass is bare and perched out for him to see and all he can think about is how badly he wants to leave it bruised and stinging.

his jaw clenches tight enough to grind stones when your tongue laps over his leaking tip. you were trying to fray his resolve at the edges but it was undone a long time ago and he cannot deny himself of you any longer.

"wonder who you love more, me or my cock?" your breath is hot and damp while your slick tongue glides around his blushed head. his length glistening with the remnants of your juices and resting it's taste on your tongue.

"love you." you whimper, soft hand jerking his cock before your lips press to the tip and saliva is spewed down it.

he likes how nasty you get for him. he loves seeing the defiant heat in your eyes when you're being all mean to him because he knows this is what you'll be reduced to a second later.

he bites down on his bottom lip, hips thrusting up and muscles bulging as your slimy tongue rolls around and prods his slit.

it's hard to believe you love him more than his cock when you have the swollen and dripping head between your puffy lips and you are soaking it with spit after he had it lodged in your cunt.

"you're so big." your voice practically vibrates against his cock before you take it into your mouth, slow and deliberate. he has seen this sight too many times to count but he would never tire of it.

a soft groan rumbles in his chest as you lower yourself further. the taste of you and him, laying heavy on his throbbing erection, is one of salt and sin. the heady mixture instantly makes your head spin.

he has your mouth wide as you take him deeper, he borderline whines when you reach his base. his cock hitting the back of your stretched throat and he has to fight the urge to thrust.

all he can feel is the warmth of you wrapped around him and every muscle gripping him.

"you piss me the fuck off. always get me mad and then do shit like this... s'fucking annoying." he can hardly contain himself when his dick is shoved so deep in your throat that your pretty eyes are watering.

you hum around him, the vibration making his eyes roll before your cheeks hollow and you suck.

you are taking his soul. there is no doubt about it.

then, you go in for the kill because you bob your head and he swears he is seeing stars. "fuck. fuck, baby." his hips jerk, he wants to fuck your mouth, he wants to hold your head down and use your bratty throat as he pleases.

with the feeling of velvety warmth surrounding his cock and your pretty face coated with tears, his hand reaches for your ass.

"look so good with your mouth stuffed like this, can't talk shit when you're choking on my cock, huh?" he gropes the flesh of your ass before his hand rears back and connects with your skin. you jolt, still swallowing his cock over and over until messy strands of spit collect on his length and stream down his balls.

he soothes the sting with soft circles of his callous hand but he's smirking at the way you let out a muffled shriek when he does it again.

"s'not really your fault that you act like this, i know." he coos, eyes narrowing as he glances down at you. his dexterous fingers trail between your ass cheeks before cupping your soaking pussy. "it's hers. she makes you act all stupid, cause you let her do all the thinking."

his hand smacks your messy cunt and you whine around his cock, drooling around his girth.

you pull off with watery eyes, reaching down to rub your sticking spit into his swollen cock. every bit of you has wrecked him, he smacks your puffy cunt again, practically growling when you yelp and your cheek meets the dense muscle of his thigh.

his breathing is ragged while you work his cock, your thumb pressing hard against the vein that pulses along his underside before you lean in to drag your tongue along it.

"you're a fucking menace." he snarls, his hips bucking as he seeks more of your silken touch and your heated mouth.

you tug his cock down to envelop him back in heat as you swallow, your jaw aching at the stretch and your tongue squirming against him. his hand tangles in your hair driving his hips forward until you are gurgling and your lips are wrapped around his base.

he throws his head back, you feel unreal, you drive him insane. "actually g'na kill me." he groans, fucking into your mouth and cooing at the sight of furrowed brows and endless tears as he hits the back of your throat repeatedly.

"my pretty baby, love when you're being sweet." he hums, voice breaking into a stuttered moan. he can't get enough of your mouth, of the addictive feeling of you and having you at his mercy.

he grips your hair tight, shoving his entire length down your throat before letting go. you pull off his cock, gasping for air, spit and precum webbed in your mouth and sticking to his pulsing length. you sit up, liquid staining your jaw as you swallow the mess.

your pretty face is close to his, "still mad at me?" your voice is raspy all because he had his heavy cock deep in your throat.

he knows it will be sore tomorrow.

he knows that anyone you talk to tomorrow will be able to tell you let him raw your little throat.

"yeah." his voice lowly fills your ears yet he cups your cheek, stroking it gently which tells an entirely different story.

your kiss swollen lips pull into a smile that makes his heart beat quicken.

"won't stop until you're not mad." you clamber onto his lap, straddling his muscular thighs as you reach down for his hefty cock. you drag the thickness between your folds before position it at your soaking hole.

he grips your thighs as you take him, you both sigh in unison as you slowly take every inch of his pulsing cock. "pussy's so in love with me, look at how she opens up for my cock." he groans but you can tell how little control he has because his nails are digging into your flesh.

"uh huh, loves you s'much." you drawl, looping your arms around broad shoulders, face overtaken by bliss because you finally have what you wanted.

"i know, couldn't even go three days without it cause you're fucking obsessed with me." strong muscular arms surround your waist as you drop down on him, thighs smacking against his and your back arching once you are filled to the hilt.

he has your body flush to his, so much bigger than you that he engulfs you completely. he pulls out only a little before roughly slamming into you and making you shriek.

the stretch hurts so good.

he has your cunt spread and strokes every bit of your gooey insides and now any restraint has long been thrown away.

you desperately kiss him, lips softly smacking and a smug smile tugs at his lips. "just need fucking dick to make you act right. always need me to stuff you with my cock, that's the only time you stop running this slutty mouth."

he says all of it knowing he would live and die for your pussy, he is equally as obsessed with you.

he drives his hips roughly into you, his sodden cock jamming into your walls so hard your teeth grit and your back arches.

"this is what you wanted right? wanted to get fucked so hard that you can't think. look at you, drooling for it like a slut." his lips curl back in a snarl, wet squelches filling the room with every pound of his hips.

you whine, your hands scrambling on muscly and broad shoulders as your mind goes blank. "yes, yes, s'all i wanted! feels so good." he hugs you tighter, squeezing your body against him, fingers digging into your flesh.

your body is shaking as he pounds open your sopping pussy, roughly jolting from the weight of his thrusts, your thighs practically peeling away from his each time.

you gasp into his mouth when he hits a spot deep inside you that has you entirely consumed by the delicious feel of him claiming your cunt again.

his jaw drops into a moan too, cheeks reddened and brows furrowed before his tongue flicks out. yours meets his, slimy muscles glide together as his pulsing cock drags along your insides.

"fucking nasty, your pussy is so messy for me. she's crying on my cock cause she wanted it so fucking bad. would've fucked her out earlier but you just had to be a bitch."

your fingers knot in thick tuffs of hair and he hisses when you roughly pull. you arch against him like you want to be closer even though your skin is flush to his built body.

"you love it, you love when i'm a bitch. love when i fight you and make you chase me." your plush lips part in a high pitched moan because the weight of his thrusts only increases. "s'why you fuck me like this." you whimper.

he jerks his hips, rough and powerful, it hurts. your body grinds against his and he only fucks you harder, the rhythm punishing. your forehead meets his, gasping for air because he takes it all away. his fingers are digging into your flesh and you know without a doubt they leave bruises in their wake.

"yeah." he leans in to lick into your mouth, using your body like a weightless fuck doll. "i love when my baby thinks she can mouth off to me cause it means i can fuck you like the little slut you are. don't have to feel bad about being mean to you when you deserve it." he snarls but he leans in to claim your lips in a sweet kiss.

his firm muscles are all tense and straining, your thighs trembling while he continues to buck upwards, absolutely no exhaustion overcoming him.

he kisses down your sternum before taking your nipple into his mouth, rolling the pert bud with his tongue and biting down. he groans when you tug his hair but he's sucking down and grazing his teeth on the sensitive flesh.

"you're fucking hot, baby. s'annoying." one arm keeps you secured to him, entirely at his mercy. his other hand wrapping around your throat, that's dwarfed by the size of his palm. he squeezes, enough to make you feel it, feel him.

his cock slips out shallowly and slides back into your soaked cunt with a filthy suctioning noise like your pussy wants to keep him stuck deep inside you. like she never wants to let him go.

your trembling thighs are stinging every time dense muscle meets the underside, your body already aching from the rough fucking.

"cunt's still tight as hell. doesn't matter how many times i've fucked her, she's still strangling my cock." creamy white has started collecting at his base, each thrust driving into you harder than the last and he is slamming your body down to meet every movement.

he presses his lips to yours, tongue fucking into your mouth like his cock is drilling into your pussy. he can taste himself on your tongue.

your body convulses, cunt incessantly clenching around him and it only goads him to drive deeper into you. your nails scrape at his shoulders, it seems he has fucked you entirely dumb.

his touch glides up your back before raking down your spine, leaving similar red welts. you are shivering in his lap, your cunt drenching him so much that it stains his thighs and drips down his heavy balls.

you can only let out ragged gasps as his cock throbs inside you with a steady pulse. you swear you feel every single vein on his thick cock.

"giving you exactly what you wanted, always do. got you so spoilt." his voice is low and it only makes your cunt squeeze him.

his lips find yours, hungry and demanding and you reciprocate with your tongue messily tangling with his. "so fucking tight."

he growls against your mouth, meanly pounding up into you. you can't take much more. your brain is scrambled and tears have long been streaming down your face.

"you love it, love me and my cunt and how it chokes your cock." it is throbbing, it is spewing strings of pre cum in you already.

"nasty girl, you get so nasty for me." he reaches down to strum at your swollen and jittery clit. your cunt spasming and guzzling around him. "could fuck you forever, i could live inside your pussy."

"you better." you've left streaks of red scratches down his back and chest, desperate on his skin as you lose your bearings. "you better fuck me forever, don't want you to ever stop."

he lowly laughs at your admission, his eyes blown out with desire.

his swollen lips curl back in a snarl, holding you flush to him as he quickens his hips. your pussy sucking on his cock as he begins to drill into you rougher then before, harder than before. hitting so deep you swear your vision is turning white.

he hits that spot inside you every single time, the knot in your stomach binding tighter and tighter.

your fingers pull his hair but it does little to move him, shrieking watery moans every time his cock plunges into you. you grit your teeth, lids fluttering to send an onslaught of fresh tears down your cheeks.

you are shaking, your syrupy walls spasming and gripping him tightly. he is rolling your clit quickly and intensely.

your body is jolting like you want to get away but you are holding him and pressing against him like you need him to fuck you to completion.

you can feel his cock swelling inside you, his thrusts becoming more erratic and uneven the longer he fucks you.

"g'na cum, babe. m'gna cum." you whine, crying as your head drops to his firm shoulder, you are jerking with zero restraint.

"give it to me, baby. cum all over my cock, show me how much you love it." your gummy walls quiver against him, spasming before wrapping around him so tight that he is hissing. the rhythmic pulsing has his eyes rolling before your pussy floods with your release.

it coats his cock endlessly but even then he doesn't stop fucking you open.

"s'too much, fuck it's too much." you whine and his eyes flash.

he lets you go, you barely steady yourself on trembling hands as you rest them back on his knees.

both your eyes find the messy exchange of your pussy pulled wide around his cock, your slick covering him. callous hands grip your waist and he pumps into you, quickly and unevenly.

his abs tensing and biceps bulging. you feel too good on him, you feel like heaven sent.

"take it. fucking take it all, cause this is what you were acting up for." he can barely get the words out, they're all gruff and gravelly.

his expression is overtaken by open mouth moans as he watches his cock plunge into your pulled apart slit.

you shriek at how hard he grips you, at the sting of his thighs clapping against yours. all he is looking at is how completely ruined you are.

"you're so fucking perfect." his voice breathy and drawn out, brows knitted together before his jaw hangs and his hips slam up to fill you to the brim.

you're crying out his name, you can feel his cock throbbing inside you then thick spurts of cum coat your insides. the heated liquid streams deep within you and once he has thoroughly creamed your pussy, he gathers you into his arms.

your fingers thread through his hair and your lips meet his.

"i love you so much." he pants.

"i love you too." you whisper, a bit dopey and in awe when a smile spreads across his face. he looks good when he's angry and seething but he arguably looks better like this, with flushed cheeks and softened eyes. with sweaty skin and ruffled hair. you're admiring him as you lay limp against him.

"i hope you learned your lesson."

you lightly laugh, pressing a wet smooch to his lips and though you're nodding your head the mischievous smile on your face is proof that you're plotting your next scheme.

luckily, he loves dealing with your little attitude.

thinking thoughts , still working on the other fics i mentioned

[jaegerbby]

➳ toji fushiguro x female! reader

why toji doesn't fuck virgins:

╰┈➤ word count; 1916

╰┈➤ caution; this is super self-indulgent, older! bf! toji (30s & 20s), mentions of virginity loss, yn has no experience kissing, blow job, use of the term 'prissy bitch,' facial, oral fixation (cum eating & finger sucking), mentions of a size difference, toji wears skinny jeans, yn calls toji 'old man,' yn has small boobs.

toji is older now.

he swears he has lived 20 different lives but he was never the type to fuck virgins or seek out younger women.

he finds them too immature, too clingy, too overbearing.

you turn out to be the only exception.

toji notices how pretty you are when you are laughing with your friends at the bar, it is the greatest sound to ever grace his ears.

he moves closer and he realises your beauty is beyond compare.

he can tell that you are not his age. no where near it. though something about you demands his attention, he concedes because his gaze never wanders from every perfect feature on your gorgeous face.

oh, do not think he has not noticed your banging body. how could he ever ignore it when your clothing clings to you like a second skin?

toji tells himself, he will keep things light. a little fling never hurt anyone.

he surely looks sleazy approaching you no matter how attractive he is. you can visibly see how much older he is by the greys scattered amongst strands of jet black. he has fine lines on his otherwise clear skin.

"what's your name, doll?" you look a little shaken by the depth of his voice. he pursues his lips when your friends start giggling and playfully nudging you but your eyes are on his face and on his body and the longer your stare at him the more interest you are.

he looks big in far too many ways, his hands look like only one is enough to engulf your throat entirely. his shoulders and back are broad but they taper into a narrow waist, his sleeves are straining against his biceps and usually you would hate skinny jeans on a man but here toji is with his thick muscular thighs completely outlined by the material.

a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips when your hand comes up to fan your face. he already knows your name because your friends are screeching it like a group of seagulls.

"yn, pretty name for a prettier woman." he speaks lowly, you are a bit off put by the pick up line cause ... why is it so lame?

it does not matter! it only takes 10 minutes of his sweet talk and you find yourself in his car with his tongue down your throat.

well, the minute you sat in his car toji covered your mouth with his. his lips are soft and you can feel the scar as he kisses you.

truthfully, you suck at this. your teeth are hitting his and sometimes scraping his tongue. you are going too fast and being too aggressive.

it still feels good though, he moans into your mouth but you do not make a sound.

you might be terrible at it but toji does not mind the sloppy make out session.

he pulls away, his cock already aching in his jeans, his hand grips your throat a little tighter. "you're so sexy." his voice is husky, it does not sound like his normal tone in the slightest.

you blink and toji is too caught up in the proximity of your pretty face that he flinches when you laugh.

you laugh, a hand reaching up to muffle the sound.

"what's up?" he asks after a second.

"nothing." your body shakes with giggles. "it was just funny."

he is a little baffled if he is honest. he never got that reaction before but you lean in and kiss him again. his hands grow more greedy, gliding between your legs and under your clothing. squeezing your breasts and stroking your sides.

that is as far as it goes. toji gets to slip his wet tongue into your mouth and touch you a little before you say you are going back to your friends.

he should let you go.

he should pretend the awkward encounter never happened. but he asks for your number. he messages you that same night.

you go on one date and you have toji hook line and sinker.

toji takes all of your firsts.

your first kiss, your first date.

your first time, when you asked him "do you think they're small?" as you grope your boobs. here you are lying beneath him looking like an angel that is too good for him and asking him that as if he has not lavished your pretty titties and buried his head between your legs to drink every drop leaking from your syrupy cunt.

"y'know i love your titties, doll."

"but they're not that big." you quip with a pout on your kiss swollen lips.

"doesn't matter, you're hot."

you are grinning like an idiot when his cock finally breaches your pussy.

the first time you suck his dick feels unreal, your throat is tight and you keep drooling, so much slick spit drenches his cock and stains your jaw.

"so fucking messy, baby." he groans, his hand coaxing over the back of your head and though he has half a mind to push your head down until his cock is seated far too deep in your virgin throat. he refrains.

"what the fuck? i told you no fucking teeth." he yelps as your teeth scrape along the underside of his heady cock. you have this mammoth of a man yelping. he would feel bad for how hard he is gripping your hair but he swears you are laughing even with his dick lodged in your mouth.

toji is appeased by your slow, inexperienced bobs as you swallow his cock over and over again. he forgets ever being mad at you when he is wrapped up in your throat that squeezes him so sweetly.

he enjoys your lips stretched around his base, your nose nuzzling short hairs and tears leaking from your pretty eyes.

your mouth is so hot and warm and you look so fucking gorgeous when you are sucking dick.

he has your lips coated in pre but he needs to see more.

he needs more than this.

he is pulling you off his cock, moaning obscenely at the sight of your hanging jaw, spit webbed in your mouth and strands netted to his length.

he jerks a rough hand around his thick cock a few times before he is spurting ropes of cum all over your face. you receive no warning but your eyes tightly shut when heated milky liquid coats your cheeks.

toji swears he can feel himself growing hard again at the sight.

"fuck, you look perfect like thi-.."

"ew, ew, ew! oh my-... it's so gross!!" you shriek. hands frantically swiping away at sticky cum.

oh, you prissy little bitch.

times like this toji realises why he does not go for virgins.

yet, you are his girlfriend.

his pretty, young girlfriend.

you are the reason everyone envies him. sure, on a daily basis you call him 'old man' as if toji was some weirdo that could not help but chase you (that's literally what he was though!!) and it irritates him to no end.

"i'm surprised you lasted that long, old man."

"as soon as it's 9 you'll fall asleep, old man."

"missed you so much, old man."

in your whiny little voice.

you will be in his arms and toji feels content but then you call him that and he will not hug you for the rest of the night. he will ignore even apology and every plead and every time you shake his unmoving body. you are left with his back facing you as he sleeps.

but toji likes the way your little body presses to his back and you tightly wrap your arms around him in a way that he swears no one could possibly pry you away from him.

you call him old man but you also call toji babe.

he likes nothing better than his younger girlfriend calling him babe when he picks you up from work or when you crawl into his lap as he is watching the sports channel.

he likes how you hold his hand and swing it when you both go out on a date, rambling about any and everything and toji is keeping count of the amount of times babe falls from your pretty lips.

you call him babe whenever you want something too.

"babe." your voice is soft, he can tell from here that you are speaking through pouted lips. he walks over to the couch, your head hanging off the edge and your feet propped on the back.

"told you to stop doing that." he sits beside you and almost immediately you clamber into his lap. your face nuzzling his neck and your legs on either side of him.

you whine when big, strong arms wrap around you and toji squeezes you a little. he always does that.

"what's got you so clingy today?" his hands slowly trail up and down your back as he inhales your scent.

when toji does not get a response, his lips part to ask again.

"ow!" he jolts at the sudden sting of pain. you bit him. your teeth dug down into the side of his neck and it hurt.

he pulls you back by your nape. "what is your problem?" his fingers pinch your cheek so tight you are batting at his hand but he does not relent.

he can see sharp teeth, you are like a puppy that considers him your chew toy.

"s'your fault, babe. you look super handsome right now! all the time actually." you shift on his lap, your cunt dragging along the bulge that is pressing right against you.

since being with toji, you have developed a nasty little oral fixation.

you are genuinely like a teething puppy.

toji has had to brush off too many questions about the marks you left on his biceps, his forearms, his shoulders, his neck.

this man has not known peace with you around (he would not have it any other way).

"no, you just always need something in this mouth." he sneers but there is no genuine anger behind it. not when two fingers fill your mouth and you suck almost instinctively.

you are slumping against him a second later, your drool dripping down his arm and soaking his clothes but he does not really care. you are sucking on his fingers until they start pruning up.

sometimes, that is all it takes but others times that is not enough to satiate you.

sometimes, you need to take toji's cock deep in your throat so you can suck until you are satisfied.

it is torture.

truthfully, he does not know why he indulges you so much when all it does is leave his cock achy and twitchy and far too overstimulated.

you would much rather swallow every drop of his cum than have it on your face, it does not take long for him to realise that.

when you are not sucking his cock, or his fingers or leaving teethy marks across the muscular planes of his body you are in toji's ear saying "i love you so much, babe." and toji is saying it back before the last syllable leaves your lips.

they say virgins are clingy but there is no one as clingy as toji when it comes to you.

while he does not usually go for virgins. you have more than stolen his heart and he is happily obliged to let you keep it hostage forever.

can't believe i've never written anything 4 toji b4

actually need him in a way that is concerning to feminism

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how are we feeling ??

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➳ someone older: chapter three

--͙[kento nanami x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 7010

╰┈➤ rundown; you can’t have everything you want but you definitely can’t have your best friend’s dad.

╰┈➤ caution; best friend's dad! nanami, age gap (20s & 40s), oral sex (female receiving, he literally loves to eat pussy), mentions of family issues, some jealousy (a really teeny tiny bit), protected sex, mentions of a size difference, mating press, marking (scratches). yuji is in here for 2 seconds.

| chapter 4 (tba) |

"i mean look at her, she's gorgeous." yua swipes through pictures of an older woman. "and dad went to dinner with her the other night." she seems overjoyed.

"i wouldn't mind if they got together. i always tell him he's only getting older and i think he should find someone. i don't want him to be lonely when i move out, you know?" you can only muster a shaky nod with a muted hum in understanding.

all you can think about is nanami going out with someone his age, someone he can show off proudly. it would be easier for him to be with her but you?

you are too difficult.

she sounds perfect for him, perhaps she already is because he even took her on a date.

nanami cannot do that with you.

the only thing he can offer you is constant reminders of how wrong you and him would be even when he kissed you. even when he had your taste on his tongue.

none of it means anything.

you know it is not your place to be mad at him.

after all, you are just his daughter's best friend.

---

nanami is very perceptive.

you do not avoid him but he notices how your eyes never seem to go to him. not anymore.

he notices how quickly you head to yua's room when you come over. he is far too aware of the lack of a smile on your face when he enters the room because it was never that way before.

he has not been alone with you in a long time. it is for the better, right?

the hollowness in his chest that even deep breaths are unable to fill says otherwise. it weighs on him every hour of the day. he finds himself alone in his bed wondering why you changed.

he knows it is his fault. this is what he wanted. this is how it should be.

you think the same even though letting nanami go has torn your heart to bits.

you were doing so well until now.

because nanami is temptation and you are a sinner.

all you can hear is music ricocheting in your head but all you can see is him.

nanami is here to pick you up.

well, he is here for his daughter.

yua is tipsy but she knew her dad would come for her so it does not matter how much she drank at the party. she slumps in the passenger seat, her eyes shut.

nanami reaches over to fix her seatbelt and you fidget. the longer you look at him the more your chest aches. he already has someone, it is all you can think about.

he stares at you expectantly.

"aren't you coming inside?" his voice is so mellow. it floods your ears, it is all you want to hear.

your lips part, you want to say yes. you want to go with him.

"yn!" a boyish voice calls, it does not take long for him to reach you. his hand settles on the bare skin of your waist, he stands closer than he should but nanami realises you do not push him away.

in fact, you seem to lean closer to him. it creates an irate feeling in nanami, one he does not like. he has never seen the boy before, he does not recall him being on of your or yua's friends so why are you this comfortable with him?

"ready to head out?" he asks before glancing at the car. "oh, hey. you're yua's dad? yuji itadori, nice to finally meet you sir." he extends his hand but nanami can only focus on him touching you. still he shakes his it, gripping tighter than he should.

you swallow hard, his question sits heavy on your mind. you do not want to make it hard for him. maybe your advances were purely immaturity and his rejection was genuine.

you have to forget about him. it does not matter that his lips fit perfectly with yours or how eager his tongue was inside you.

it does not matter how he makes you feel because ignoring it is the ideal choice. you need to ignore how kind he is, how happy he makes you and everything he does to make you feel okay. you need to lock it away.

you notice the furrow of his brows. you do not want to hear him talk.

your heart cannot bear it.

"yeah, let's go." you tell yuji, "bye, nanami." you shakily wave.

he has to watch you skitter off in a too tight top and a too short skirt with a boy hanging onto your side. he has to drive off without you.

despite every bit of him protesting.

nanami watches you leave and he lets you go.

that is the right thing to do.

---

kento is calling.

his name is kento on your phone, that in itself crosses so many lines.

"hi." you beg and plead with your heart to stay calm. you might as well tell it to stop beating because never having nanami felt like that.

"hello. are you okay?" his deep voice fills your ears over the speaker.

"yes."

"i'm outside." you can hear him. not just through your phone.

"where?"

"at your house." your heart shakes in your chest. you hear him.

he is on the other side of the door. you reach for the handle, you just got home. you have not locked it yet but here you are tugging it open, all you can see is nanami.

his scent invades your senses, his eyes trail over you. he looks disheveled, he looks stressed out.

your heart is anything but calm.

he lowers the phone from his ear. "can i come in?" you nod without realising. nanami does not wait for you to give him space, this time he invades yours. his large form brushes along you as he steps into your house.

you feel him, in a way you have before.

his chest is firm muscle and you swear you do not breathe for every second his body is in contact with yours.

his back and shoulders are broad, he looks too big for this little house. he looks too big for you.

"i'm sorry for the mess." you scurry behind him, you almost bump into him when he stops abruptly.

he faces you, so close that your chests are brushing. your head is tilted back to look up at him, he takes up so much space.

"you don't have to say sorry to me." his hand cups your cheek, caressing you gently. your body keens into him more.

you are doe eyed admiring him, your feet inch closer. even as you do it, he touches you. his fingers coaxes over your pulse. they stay there like he needs to memorise every beat of your heart.

"you look so pretty." he hums softly. your back arches at the sound of his voice. your body finally meets his.

you are so easy for him. you breathe him in and he lingers in your system. he alters the chemistry of your brain.

"why are you here?" you quietly ask. you do not know if you should say his name. you so boldly claimed that right before but things have changed.

he cannot be yours when he belongs to someone else.

his name begs and pleads to fall from your lips. it strains on your tongue. it seems like you are the only one that is meant to say it so you do. "kento."

nanami's finger grazes your cheek before he tucks your hair behind your ear. "i let some boy take you home when i should have. i don't know what kind of person he is or if he drives safely but i left you alone."

"i said i would go with him." your hands itch to be on him, they crave to hold him.

"you didn't mean it. i know you didn't." you wish he was not able to read you so easily. you wish you could put up a bigger fight but you fall apart where he is involved. "you wanted me to take you home, right?"

"it doesn't matter who drove me. i'd still be here." and this is not home. it never felt like it.

"i asked you if you wanted me to take you home?" his hands stroke your cheeks, his glasses slips down his nose bridge as he leans closer.

you know he means his house. the same house you find yourself too comfortable in but that is not where you belong. not in his house, not with him.

it is hard to swallow. your lips tremble and your eyes sting with tears. it is not where you belong but you want it to be. you wish it was.

"i did." your voice cracks.

"i'm sorry i left you." he holds your face so gently. he feels too right on you. he feels like he is meant to be yours.

"i didn't want to go with him, i wanted you." the tears seem endless. you think you will always want nanami.

"i know. i'm sorry, sweetheart." you body shakes with a sob. you swear you will collapse but nanami is there to gather you in his arms and pull you against him.

you cry so much it tears his heart apart. your hands find his shirt, gripping the fabric as your tears seep into it.

nanami is the only one who rids you of that contentious lonely feeling.

he cradles you against him. his hands glide over your skin like he needs to touch you all over before he secures an arm around your shoulders. the other threads in your hair and you press your face into his chest more.

you swear nothing can hurt you when you are with him. when he holds you like this nothing will get to you.

your body trembles against him and nanami only holds you tighter. he lets out a sound of frustration, he does not like when you are crying but he does not tell you to stop.

he wants to be there for you, when you feel like you are about to break. he wants to be someone you can depend on.

he leans down to press soft kisses to your cheek, you hug him tighter. there is no space between you but somehow, you wish you were closer.

you pull back suddenly, your cheeks coated in tears and an annoyed expression on your face. "who is she?"

nanami looks clueless. you huff in exasperation, "the woman you went to dinner with. who is she?"

"is that why you were mad at me?"

"i wasn't mad! answer me." his fingers splay on your skin like he wants to hold more of you. he brings you in further and his strength is impossible to resist.

"i didn't go to dinner with her. it was a company dinner." you let your immaturity get the best of you.

"oh."

a smile crosses his face and you can see the fine lines around his eyes. "now, who is he?"

"he's a friend, he's just touchy. it's nothing like that."

kento pinches your nose, "well, i didn't like it." he leans down, forehead pressing to yours. "i care. i care if you find someone else and i know it's selfish to think you won't." there has never been a more vulnerable moment than now.

"i promise i won't." not as long as he exists. your heart would never want anyone else.

"can i kiss you?" he asks as if you would ever tell him no. your arms wrap around his broad shoulders to pull him into you. this kiss is different.

this kiss has no restraint. not after you waited for so long.

nanami feels like a daydream, his kisses are soft and they seem unreal. his cologne seeps into your senses the same way he has sunken into your bloodstream.

you whine into his mouth, pressing against him more. you feel hard muscle, every inch of him is.

his touch leaves heat on your body as he reaches for your waist. there is too much desire building within you, when his grip tightens it becomes unbearable.

"you're so gorgeous." yua called that woman gorgeous but here nanami saying it to you.

"you are too." you breathe out softly. you skim over his messy hair to his lips that you just kissed. "that's why i always look at you."

it makes you shy to have him this close, it is hard to meet his eyes when you are this flustered.

your fingers coax along his skin because it feels surreal to touch him so freely. you were deprived of this for far too long.

"i think you're everything. you're everything to me." nanami's heart does not feel like his anymore, it feels like yours. he has not felt like this in years. so many years that it feels completely new.

he needs to think but he cannot seem to do that in your presence.

"you always do this to me." you decimate his resolve. "i can't stay away from you." not when you are his and he is here to be yours in the same way.

nanami kisses you desperately. you can feel it in his hands holding you close, in the urgency as he claims your mouth like he has before. he puffs a breath only to pull you back in and kiss you harder. you want to sink into his soul because he has embedded himself in yours.

his tongue languidly moves over yours, he kisses until you whine into his mouth and you are so overwhelmed it is written all over your body.

you pressing your thighs together, your back arching to press against him more. you wonder if he can feel how you pulse all over because of him, how your nipples have perked up and your body has grown hotter.

"kento, i need you." you huff against his lips before pecking them repeatedly. your fingers caress his jaw and he hums. "can you touch me?" you have asked him that before.

this time he does not refuse you.

it is not long before you find yourselves in your bedroom, although far too many kisses were exchanged along the way.

you are perched at the edge of your bed, nanami has never seen a prettier sight than you staring up at him with wide eyes. too much skin exposed for him to see. it rids him of any self control.

his glasses are neatly sitting on your desk and he pulls his shirt off, this is the first time you are properly seeing him bare. he is standing in front of you looking like a dream come true and though he is all hard muscle there is still softness to his body.

your are staring, hard. from broad shoulders to full pecs to every ridge of his toned body.

you focus on his pronounced muscles then your gaze finds the trail of hair on his stomach.

you did not think it was possible to be more turned on. your mouth meets his stomach, pressing wet kisses to his skin and nanami breathes slowly in contentment.

"you're stunning." he hums. you are too good for him. you are better than he deserves. he caresses your hair and having pretty you looking up at him is only making his cock harder.

your hands coax over his back, nails scrapping across his skin before they start undoing his belt. you open his pants enough to reveal the bulge straining against his boxers.

all the air seems to leave his lungs when you mouth at his covered cock. your slick tongue laves over his swollen erection and your face is practically nuzzled against it.

"can i?" your finger hooks on the band of his boxers, still so close that he can feel your warm breath.

he finds it hard to resist such a tempting offer when you have that look on your face. he can see how much you want him.

nanami wants you too.

his palms are rough from the life he lived, they brush your hair before gripping your chin to tilt your head back.

"one day. one day you'll take me in this little mouth and show me what it feels like. you'll show me how tight this throat is and i'll be more obsessed with you. but we won't do that today. i want to take care of you because you're my baby, aren't you?"

"i am. i'm your baby" you quip immediately. he flashes you that smile, one that you want reserved for you only.

he leans down to wrap an arm around your waist, bringing you higher on the bed before he leans over you. his scent engulfing you, his proximity only destroying you more.

all you remember is the last time you were under him.

"i've been thinking about you, like this." his voice lowly rasps. "wanted to do it right."

you can feel his touch warming you throughout as he reaches for the hem of your top. nanami's breath grows laboured when his eyes find your breasts.

mesmerised is an understatement. his mouth encloses around your nipple, the bud sensitive and desperate for attention. you lowly hum at the feeling, his finger tweaking the other as his hot tongue laves over it.

he grunts, his mouth audacious as he kisses you and his thumbs hurriedly tug your skirt and panties off.

"i need to have you in my mouth." you have been on his mind endlessly since that day he had your essence staining his tongue and infiltrating his senses. you are his addiction and he has not had his fix in far too long.

"please." you writhe, your legs part almost instinctively. he leaves sweet touches down your body before he settles near your cunt.

nanami wonders what good he did in a past life that brought him here. he feels completely undeserving of seeing your pretty pussy all ready for his taking.

he focuses on slick folds, glistening under warm light. delicate and inviting. your pussy all swollen and plump. he appreciates the sight of your unfucked cunt because he wants to see it after he is finished.

he wants to know what your slit will look like after he finally takes her.

"kento, what are you waiting for?" you quip.

"so impatient." his narrow eyes flit to you before he leans down and moist lips kiss your buzzing clit "i was just admiring you."

he swears he can smell your cunt, he swears she is begging him to have her.

his tongue drags across your clit, your hips tilt at the feeling. kento spreads open your folds, your plush pink insides meeting his eyes. he wants to feel it wrapped around him.

his eyes are on you when his tongue dips into your walls, he has no more restraint. no, his jaw hangs and his slippery tongue is shoved as deep as it can go within your sopping hole. it is hot, it heats your insides up and you swear your cunt is clenching around his sticky tongue as it drags along your insides.

you can feel a lascivious warmth within you, your moans growing louder the longer his tongue is shoved into you over and over.

it is like nanami is drinking every bit of liquid seeping from your pussy.

his tongue slips out but his mouth quickly finds the bundle of nerves twitching right in front of him. one finger prying apart your gummy slit before nanami slowly pumps it in and out of your cunt.

his other hand settles on your stomach, the wide expanse of it cover you as he stretches you out.

"you're so tight sweetheart. how are you going to handle it?"

a high pitched whimper leaves you when another finger is prodding your weeping hole and it is slipped to the knuckle.

"you'll make it fit, kento." you whine. you are losing all your senses and all your composure. nanami sucks on your clit before rolling the bud with his tongue. his fingers pump in and out of you slowly, curling when he has them pressed deep inside.

your pretty cunt keeps clenching.

"yeah? you'll take every inch even though you'll be so stretched you'll go dumb?"

you bob your head without hesitation. your hips bucking craving more and more.

you are so greedy.

nanami will indulge you. always.

"then we'll have to loosen you up, huh baby?"

his fingers speed up, slamming into your dripping pussy, you cover him with copious amounts of fluid. he wonders how you could be this wet. your cunt is leaking sticky liquid like a running faucet. it stains his skin and drips down to your ass.

"you're doing so good." he hums, thumb stroking your clit. his rough fingertip deliciously grinding against you. "my beautiful girl."

you whine. your hands finding his hair. his eyes are on you, you wonder what kind of disheveled mess he has reduced to you. if only you knew how entranced he is at the sight of you.

he pounds his fingers into your cunt, your body twitching at his ministrations. his fingers hit deeper than you ever could, they sink deep enough to send pleasure to every inch of your body.

he makes your eyes roll and your thighs jump.

you swear you are struggling to keep your legs apart the longer he slams into your puffy cunt.

you have never been this wet and controlling your hips has never proven more difficult.

your pussy is gushing, it is splattering liquid with every time she receives a rough filling. the sounds of wet squelches meet his ears and nanami grunts in approval.

"kento. feels amazing." you whine, you want to look at him. you want to see him with his fingers deep in your pussy. you want to look at him between your legs and far too drunk on the scent of your cunt but your eyes are rolling back.

your stomach feels tight with desire. you feel like nanami has bound you up in his spell and you would not have it any other way.

the longer he pulls you apart, the more he fills you the more that feeling in your stomach builds. your back arches off the bed, his fingers only going faster and his rolls of your stilted clit grow rougher.

you jolt when he pulls out and his tongue messily laps at your pussy. slipping between your folds and tasting every bit of essence you offer him. you gain enough composure to glance down at nanami bobbing his head as he shoves his slick tongue into you. his brows furrowed, his nose slightly scrunched because he has his jaw dropped and almost you entirely in his mouth.

it is unbearable.

that feeling deep in you only intensifies. your cunt squeezing and pulsing.

"ken." you mewl and you jolt when you feel the way nanami lowly groans into your gushy mound.

it is the first time you have ever called him that. his cock is growing needier. it is aching to be released. it is aching to be seated deep in this hole that is leaking all over his tongue.

you tug at his hair and any other guy would be phased by it but this is kento.

and he is not like those boys you were with.

he is much different.

kento is a man. even as you wetly moan and your thighs attempt to squeeze together he relents.

his tongue fills you with vigor.

"t'much, ken. fuck, fuck. feels too good." nanami looks far too pussy drunk for a man who is always so composed. the pristine and put together image he had dissolves to nothing when he has a taste of your pussy.

he is absolved of any self preservation. too lost in your tight little pussy. he is too intoxicated by your taste. he has been ever since the last time.

he is eating away at your sopping cunt with no restraint.

nanami is drinking from you. he is lapping at your pussy like a man who has been left in a desert and you are the sweetest oasis.

he has not left your clit alone. no, he has been inflicted precise strokes to your sensitive bud.

"ken. i'm g'na cum!" he only seems more encouraged by your aggressive tugs at his hair. his eyes look up at your blissed out expression and truthfully he craves to know what it is like having you cum on his tongue.

he has punished himself long enough. he needs to have it, he needs to feel, see and taste it.

your head is a mess, as much of a mess as you are. you voice is broken by moans and your hips will not stop riding against his tongue.

your chest is heaving with pants and your entire body is shaking.

you try to be coherent but you are grasping at straws for self control.

his sodden tongue pulls out, your cunt messy with saliva and endless wetness. sticky strands connect him to you and stain his chin.

"cum for me. cum on my tongue, baby." his voice has only grown lower and raspier. it destroys every part of your brain because when he nanami fills you again, your cunt squelches loudly before clamping down.

your toes curl and your thighs flex, your back arches off the bed and your hands knot in his hair. it feels too good. he feels too good.

you cry as your pussy creams, your plush insides tightening and releasing and nanami is swallowing every drop.

he laps at your cunt with reckless abandon. you are far too sensitive still shaking with your orgasm but the weight of his tongue licking you clean outweighs it.

your legs lax against the bed and nanami presses a too sweet kiss against your slit before he is over you again.

"how was that? was it okay?" his handsome face still has you all over it. you are too flustered to think coherently.

"okay? ken, that was insane." you have never came that hard. "kiss me."

he is bemused by your antics but his mouth finds yours. your legs wrapping around his narrow waist and tugging him in.

he made sense. he fit too perfectly on you.

the thickness of his covered cock is pressed to your pussy. nanami groans into the messy kiss when your hips grind upwards.

his hands are so large, gripping your bare skin and holding you close.

"you really taste great." his noses nudges yours. "drives me crazy."

"you drive me crazy too. you know how to use your mouth, old man." he pursues his lips. his glimpses over your pretty face. he wants to see you cum again. he wants to see your face when he is inside you.

"you're lucky i like you, darling."

"i know." you softly say. your arms still wrapped around him like you are scared someone will take him away. you feel like this is a dream and you are desperately fearing the moment it is ripped from you.

nanami will not let it happen.

"do you want to stop?" he strokes your face. the sincerity in his eyes makes your heart pound.

"no. i want more." you want more than kisses and hugs. you want more than him eating your cunt and your cum on his tongue. "i want you to keep going."

you want more of him.

from him.

you want to do more to him.

"once i know what you feel like inside, once i have you, i'll want it all the time. i'll want it everyday. you think you can give that to me?" he rasps into your shared air and you swear it takes your breath away.

"yes. you know i would." your words are drawn out and pitched up.

"do you have condoms?" he slowly shifts off of you, his hands on your hips while he kneels between your legs.

"in the last drawer." you point towards the dresser and nanami leaves you with a soft touch to your face.

you stare at him with the prettiest eyes when he stands at the foot of the bed. your body is exposed for his gaze to adore. to trail over every curve and etch it into his brain.

his hands slip into the waist band of his pants and when nanami's cock is finally freed it bobs up to tap his stomach. it is swollen and big and everything he said was true.

if he put his cock over your face it would be go over your head.

it only makes you wetter. it only makes your insides pulse with the urge to have him stretching you wide.

"s'big, ken." you whine. it is thick too. it looks like it will hurt and you need it so badly.

his cock is hefty. it is veiny and his blushy tip is leaking. the head is all bulbous and swells a bit more than the base. you want it in your mouth. you want it in your pussy.

you want it all at once.

"s'gna hurt so good, ken." you mewl into his face when he climbs over you again.

"you say such naughty things." his kiss swollen lips tip into a smile. his voice is as airy as yours.

"fuck me." he kisses you hard when the words escape your mouth, smacking the heavy tip of his cock against your clit a few times.

some part of you is craving his bare cock nestled in your walls even though you are not on birth control. you cannot do it but you wish you could feel him raw.

"i will, baby. just be patient." he nudges your nose but your face is already set in that pouty expression.

nanami is gorgeous. truly he is. his muscles bulge and the glint of sweat only emphasises it more. he is messy blonde hair and mesmerising narrow eyes.

every single feature of his sings in harmony.

and right now he is going to fuck you.

the tip of the condom's foil rests against your spit slicked lips. nanami pants as your teeth nip the edge and he tugs it. the pack opens and it only solidifies how many lines you both are crossing tonight.

you bite your lip as he rolls it on. he kisses you as your legs wrap around him and he swipes his cock between your sodden folds.

you gasp when he pushes in. his thick cock is opening you up in a way you have never felt before.

"ken." you mewl. your arms around his shoulders tightening but nanami is swallowing down your little cries.

"you can take it." your dripping pussy is begging for him. "we're making it fit." he huffs and you bob your head.

your mouth is full of drool and gasping as he shoves more into you.

"baby, your pussy's tight. so tight around me. think she likes me as much as you do." he pecks your cheek, pressing more into you but your pussy is resisting the stretch of his fat cock.

"she does! likes you so s'much. i like you more." you babble. your body writhing as he fills you. nanami is only half way in your slurping cunt. he can already feel you gripping him too tight.

his first thrust fully into you has your eyes watering. it has your headboard slamming into the wall and your nails digging into his back.

"s'huge, ken. you're stretching me out." you do not seem to be able to think much less speak properly.

his cock is to the hilt, his balls are big and heavy and weigh down you. you wonder when was the last time he came properly.

you have completely destroyed him. he has one hand gripping your thigh and holding you open, the other fists the sheets. his back muscles are pulsing and his teeth grit together.

"i need a minute." he can barely get it out. your cunt is nirvana. your cunt is binding up his cock and he does not know if you are squeezing him or leaking more. he feels like your hot, gummy walls are pulsing without control, he feels like you have ruined him entirely.

"ken." when you say his name like that he feels like he will cum. he will cum before he gets to feel every inch of you fully.

he has to remain seated in you, leaning his forehead on yours for a moment before he feels like he is ready.

he presses your legs to your chest, the weight of his muscular body resting on them and the position only makes nanami's cock slip deeper.

it seems like you have already gone dumb.

"this is what you wanted." you nod in agreement. your pussy is his ruination. your pussy has destroyed him in too many ways because nanami is nodding too. "this is what i wanted."

he slips out, admiring the streaks of slick covering his length though he cannot truly feel the heat of your pussy with a condom on. his head is the only thing pulling your folds wide, spread on the perimeter of his cock and nanami slowly shoves back into you.

you writhe, you nails nicking along his bulging muscles as they scratch down his back.

"can't stay away from you when you have a cunt like this. she's so perfect, baby. should've fucked her from the start." the first few plunges into your weeping pussy are slow. you feel every ridge, every vein. you feel every bit of his huge cock.

"uh-huh. wanted you to."

"yeah? when you were on your knees telling me you would be my woman, is this what you wanted? i'm fucking you like you're my woman." the pound of his hips makes your skin sting. it makes your entire body jerk.

"cause i am!" your nails dig deeper into him. your pussy pulsing on his cock.

"you are, baby. you're my woman. only want you." he bites back a curse. "please, bare with me." he pants, he thrusts into your harder. they are all even but they are so hard you feel like your skin will be bruised once he finishes battering your pussy.

you gasp into his mouth, you look so pretty when you are pulled wide open. you look so pretty when your lips are swollen from him kissing you.

"tell me if it gets too much." he is going faster now. he is going so fast and hard his arms have to settle on either side of your head to prevent you from hitting the headboard although your bed is creaking under the weight and hitting the wall. he lowly hisses at your nails digging into him.

it burns but he likes it.

"pretty, pretty woman. look so pretty like this." he coos all innocently at you like he is not pummelling his too huge cock in your tight little cunt.

like he has not torn it apart to stuff it full of thick cock and drain you of any sense.

you are losing your grip on his tensed and pulsing muscles as he fucks you and every time they find his body you are scraping fine lines into him again and again.

on his huge biceps and veiny forearms, down his build back and even his chest.

the impact of his thighs hitting yours aches and the loud smacks of skin on skin are slowly tearing your brain apart. his heavy balls hit your ass with every forceful plunge of his cock into you.

"such a good girl." there are tears down your cheeks, you are much smaller than him but you take the fucking like you were made for it. "cunt doesn't want to let go." he rasps because every time he buries himself to the base your pussy sucks down and wraps around him like she wants to keep him there.

"no, no! don't wanna let go. feel s'mtpy without it, ken."

his heavy body holds you down under him as he drills his cock into your too tight pussy. his bulky thighs flexing with every thrust and his shoulders tensing. when he is on you like this, your clit is receiving all the friction it needs.

he wishes he did this sooner. he does not care about the consequences, all he wants is you.

"s'close. m'super close." your mouth is sticky with saliva, your eyes rolling back and your tongue hanging out. nanami cannot help but suck on it.

you look at him through barely opened eyes. his body is all hard where you are soft as he fucks your pussy wide open.

"i am too." he huffs, pressing sweet kisses to your cheek and stroking your hair. "want to feel you cum on my cock, want to know how much tighter you can get when you cream on me."

his pounds grow rougher and harder. your grip onto him like you would dissipate without him.

"need you, ken." you breathe, you feel too full to be coherent. he fucks so deep you swear your brain has turned to mush.

his thrusts grow uneven and he grunts lowly. you press your mouth to his, his teeth hitting yours and tongues messily glide together. nanami is going to cum.

he groans into the kiss, spit messily exchanged before he grunts into your mouth.

your pussy binds him unbearable tight, your cunt is too much of a vice and you moan his name like the prettiest doll to ever exist as your cream on his cock.

"i want to take you away from this place." he wants to make you feel safe. he comes a second later. still fucking his hips.

though you are not receiving his seed deep in your cunt, you are milking him dry. you are strangling his cock like you want him to lose his mind.

he presses all the way into you with shots of cum filling the condom, his balls mushed between you as he drops his weight on your body.

"you okay?" you both pant in exasperation but nanami still has your head cradled between his arms and his nose nuzzling yours.

"m'fine." your voice is a bit broken from how much you had been moaning his name. he presses wet kisses to your cheek, he likes the way your skin feels.

he likes how you fit with him. he likes how well your scent mixes with his. he wants your body wash, shampoo and conditioner in his bathroom.

he hates having to pull out of you but he likes the view of your bruised and puffy pussy. all battered and swollen so much that the pinkness of your insides meet his eyes. some part of him wishes he did not have any latex on his length because it all goes in the bin.

nanami wipes you down and settles under your sheets. he is so warm, usually your room feels cold but it is different when he is around.

he is like your personal heat warmer.

your face lies on his chest, tucked into his side with your hand drawing circles into his skin. kento's large hand lightly scratching your scalp and it makes you sleepy.

"that was really good, ken." you blissfully say.

"yeah? you're amazing." he leans down to nuzzle you. "i like when you call me that."

"ken!" you coo with a smile on your face. he has never seen anyone prettier than you. he will burn the sight of your smile into his brain and never forget it.

he slowly caresses your hair. "when are your parents coming home?"

you let out a hum, tracing the scratch marks you left on his chest. "they won't come home for a while."

"do they leave you alone often?" he knows that there are problems but you never really talk about it.

"i guess but i'm an adult now. i shouldn't even be living at home, you know?" you breathe "just being a burden."

"you're not."

all you want is your degree and you can start working but time only goes so quickly.

"that's what they think and it's fine." though he wants to protest and make you think differently he knows he needs to do it another time. he can visibly see you growing more guarded.

which he is not used to.

you are not like that with him.

"how do we tell yua?" you mutter after a few minutes where you have silently enjoyed his scent and pressed into him more.

"i promise i'll take care of it. everything will be fine." you look up at him like a girl who has been promised too many things and never received them.

"i mean it. i don't want you to worry." you nod.

you like being this way with him. you like having him in your bed and his skin bare on yours. you like that somehow even after everything, this does not have to be sexual.

you can lie in his arms and enjoy kento for him and only him.

you tilt your head. "did you get more greys?" you giggle, your fingers slipping into the disheveled strands of blond with speckles of glittered silver.

he reaches for it too, it is far too endearing when he tugs a piece of hair and his eyes flick upwards. "did i?"

"oh, did i stress you out?" you laugh, referring to the few days of distance you created.

kento narrows his eyes at you and then his fingers find your sides.

he tickles you until you laugh so hard you are breathless even then he does not relent. your body squirms trying to escape him but he has you secured to his side and his own laugh rumbles through you.

maybe where you belong is with nanami.

alsooo just reiterating because there was a lot of 'i should have done this earlier' being said, they only knew each other when yn was 20 & up

hope this was worth the wait ^^ !!

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Hi. First of all i love your writing so much. You really inspire me to grow my own writing skills and blog.

I'm obsessed with the way you write fratboy touya. Are we going to get more content with him?

tysm 🩷🩷 i have a few drafts but haven't gotten around to finishing them

i will eventually

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I KEEP RE-READING THAT NAOYA ZENIN STORY YOU WROTE IT'S SO GOOD PLZ WRITE MORE YOU'RE AN AMAZING WRITER 😭🙏🏼

FEAR NOT THERE WILL BE SO MUCH MORE WITH HIM

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oh. my. gosh. i just finished reading your mean cop naoya fic and I MEAN IT WHEN I SAY THAT FIC CHANGED MY LIFE. i need mean cop naoya soooo bad, he is indeed a daddy 😍 thank u so much for feeding us naoya stans!!! hope ur having a wonderful week so far 🩷

i'm so happy you liked it 🥰

i'll def keep catering to the naoya stans (bc i am one). hope you had a lovely week too

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queen when can we get older bf nanami chapter 3

by the end of the week 🙏

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once i finish this semester i will give company the justice it deserves 😔😔😔

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should i do a sub! satoru fic ? would anyone be into that ?

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➳ stick around

--͙[naoya zenin x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 6746

╰┈➤ rundown; naoya thinks you need a daddy who will not believe your stupid lies. you need someone who will keep you in check. someone like him.

╰┈➤ caution; mean! COP! naoya, power imbalance, dark content, previous alcohol consumption but yn isn't tipsy/drunk, mentions of drug use in a party (not by yn), daddy kink, age gap (yn is 20 & naoya is 28), degradation (slut, whore, bitch, sex doll), hitting, manhandling, virginity loss, HEAVY misogyny, yn has small boobs, dacryphilia (A LOT of crying), handjob, fingering, VERY inexperienced yn, unprotected sex, rough sex, car sex (doggy & mating press), creampie, dumbification, mentions of a size difference, use of the word cunny (once).

if there are any more warnings i should add please let me know !! not proof read !!

it is almost bewildering how quickly things change. one minute, you are enraptured by the frenzy of a frat party - the first one you have ever been to.

the first time you chose to live a little.

you have heard that phrase one too many times from your friends, the same ones you were surrounded by under flashing lights and pulsing music.

the world was spinning with every drink you should not have consumed.

you started thinking, maybe you could get used to that life.

except here you are, in a police station. alone.

you and 20 other people who are high out of their minds and too intoxicated to be coherent. none of your friends are here.

you start to understand why your parents always fed you words of warning. you would not have been in this position if you had simply listened.

the adrenaline you felt earlier is nothing compared to the regret that settles in your bones. the hum of fluorescent lights is the only sound ringing in your ears and every word said by the people scattered all over the station melds into meaningless murmurs.

the dress you are wearing does little to preserve your modesty. it was easier to wear it when your friends were showering you with compliments but now you are under the leering gaze of police officers. there is nothing innocent about their intentions.

they are all looking at you. except him.

"naoya." a man addresses him. you stop paying attention to their conversation after that.

you see his eyes narrow at the shorter male. it only emphasizes how large he is. every inch of him commands attention. he props his hands on his hips, his broad shoulders pull the fabric of his uniform taunt and his biceps strain against his sleeves.

every ripple of muscle on his back is outlined against perfectly tailored fabric, it hugs his trim waist and your eyes linger too long as he adjusts his gun holster and his arms flex.

every movement is precise and powerful, like it is what he is made for.

he looks otherworldly. he looks unreal.

he is the most handsome man you have ever seen, you do not think another man could possibly exceed his prowess.

the air leaves your lungs when his intense gaze finds yours. it is almost unnerving. it is the first time he has acknowledged your presence, like you were hardly anything worth noticing before. you are insanely cold, you have been shivering for the past hour but since meeting his eyes you have never felt warmer.

he shifts his weight and you swear you forget how to breathe, how to think, you are completely disoriented. you can decipher the firmness of his chest from here, your eyes focusing on the steady rise and fall with every breath he takes. he is built for more than this job, his mere presence announces that.

it is impossible for you to look away. not when everything about him screams control and strength. not when every inch of him is demanding your attention.

and- wait. why are thinking that at a time like this?

you need to get yourself out of this situation. you have long sobered up and naoya might be your best bet. he looks like a good listener, he looks reasonable, he looks decent. unlike them. you would rather plead your case to someone dignified like him than the sleazy men who have been ogling you all night.

you muster up every ounce of courage in your body as you approach him. the minute the other officer leaves, you are in naoya's sight.

he tilts his head in curiosity.

you are a pretty little thing.

"officer naoya." you speak meekly. you are unsure of what to say or where to start. something in him is stirring, something he has never felt before. just who are you and what business do you have saying his name like that?

"you skipping the line?" he quips, the last thing he wants to deal with are some drunk college students. he was against his co-workers busting that stupid party in the first place, there are far more important matters to deal with.

"no." you anxiously refute his words, although that is exactly what you are doing. "i just." you fumble for words, your hands clenching at your sides. naoya thinks you look so fucking stupid right now. "i've been waiting for a while and i really need to know what's going to happen because i've never done anything like this. i've never been in this situation before-"

you keep talking, you are rambling on and on about excuses naoya has heard countless times but the difference is you are genuine. he can hear the shakiness in your voice, he can see how glossy your eyes are. you are fighting tears, your lip is trembling.

there is no denying that lascivious warmth growing within him.

"do you ever shut up?" he sneers, his voice is low and irritated. you flinch at the aggressive tone, your words die on your tongue. "i need to see your id, i don't have all night to listen to you."

although, if he was honest, he likes the sound of your voice. it is not displeasing.

not in the slightest.

he observes you as you fumble for your wallet, you slip him an id. a fake one. one your college friends gave you, they all have one and it was fun when they were buying drinks before that party.

you start to realise that there is absolutely no humour as naoya reads the name off the card.

"i hope you didn't spend money on this, it's really shitty." he rolls his eyes. "where's your real one?"

you think you should protest, you should stand ten toes down that it is real and his accusation is false but naoya does not seem easily convinced.

he is not stupid.

"i don't have it." you left it at home. you will curse yourself from now until thy kingdom come.

he huffs, impression completely unimpressed. he leans back on his desk yet he still towers above you. "what's your name?"

"yn."

naoya tilts his head "any proof?"

"what?"

"can you prove that's your name? or are you lying again?" he sneers, his eyes are accusatory as they look you up and down.

"i'm not lying."

"sure. i'll need contact information for your parents." he has to bite back a grin at the way your panic. "judging by your outfit, they don't seem very present." you are far too distraught to respond to his smart comment.

"why do you need to call them? you can't call them." you are shifting your weight between your legs, you anxiously crack your fingers. oh, you are just a pretty doe eyed thing that has landed right into naoya's lap.

"it's the only way i can verify your identity. do you have something to hide?"

"no but i wasn't suppose to be there. they don't know i was there. please, there has to be something else i can do."

"hm." he leans closer, his arms folded across his chest, his muscles bulging. "underage drinking, drug use, fraud. i don't accept bribes for stupid shit like that."

"i'm not trying to bribe you." you are all choked up. naoya can see the tears springing in your eyes. he can see you anxiously picking at the skin around your nails. you can barely keep eye contact with him.

"sounds like you're trying to mislead the police. you don't seem very bright but i'm sure even you know that's a felony." he cannot help but bite his lip the longer he looks at you. you are swallowing hard, you are fidgeting endlessly. he finds himself noticing how long your lashes are.

"i know what i did was wrong but please don't call them." naoya feels like you need to be taught a lesson. a please does not fix anything.

"you shouldn't have been there if you didn't want mommy and daddy to know." he sees the way you crumble with just a sentence. he wants to see you crumble more, he wants to see what you look like when you are destroyed. "you're not special, every other sorry fucker here is spouting the same bullshit. you can take a seat until you're willing to cooperate."

he would not mind having you in his line of sight for the next few hours. although he doubts you will take that long to break. in a few minutes he expects you to divulge those digits you are so desperate to keep unknown.

and you will be gone and naoya will never see you again.

a pretty thing like you is bound to be too shaken up to ever repeat these rebellious actions.

he feels something tugging on his sleeve, just above his wrist. there is no force behind it. too dainty, too meek. too easy to corrupt.

he looks over his shoulder.

your eyes are all glossy, and pretty.

"please, i'll do anything." naoya likes the desperation in your voice. he likes how softly you are speaking.

naoya wants to make you loud. he wants to know if you would be suppressing the noises you make as he is pounding inside you or if you will lose all restraint. if you will spill every watery moan for him to hear.

his eyes skim over his watch.

"hear what, i'm feeling generous. give me your address and i'll take you home. whatever bullshit excuse you have to tell your parents is your problem." 

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things change quickly.

one minute you are sitting quietly in the officer's personal audi. the next he is pulling up on the side of the highway and telling you to get in the backseat.

"what?" you fumble, if looks could kill you would be dead because the glare he sends you is poisonous.

you are still far from home and you are panicking. he has your phone. he has a gun. and he is getting out of the car.

you barely remove the seatbelt before he rounds the vehicle and he is aggressively pulling you out. "i know your brain doesn't work but i thought at the very least your ears did."

your eyes are all wide and you are trembling. he can see goosebumps all over your body.

you are so scared. it only makes his cock ache further. he has been hard since you sat down in his car. he glimpsed at you a few times and you were clueless to the fact that your dress rode up so far he could see your underwear.

he towers over you, his hands cupping your face as he invades your space. he is looking at you and he is admiring you. naoya thinks he could adore you if you were not like every other bitch.

his gaze trails over your hair, he smoothes it down before gripping your face harder than he should. he forces your head back so you have no choice but to look at him. he hums, your lashes are long and full, your lips are dry but he can see the residual stain of lipgloss. he wants to feel them against his.

"you're really fuckin' pretty. it's a shame you're a whore." his voice is low. you try to shift away but his grip is bruising. it is an unspoken threat.

"i'm not." your voice is barely audible. you are too petrified to process what is happening.

the corner of his lip tips up in amusement, the look in his dark eyes only worries you more.

"what did you say?" his voice is all sweet, like he is a nice man. he is the furthest thing from it. his right hand strokes your cheek before it harshly connects with your face.

you yelp, your nails digging into his wrists. he is barely touching you but you cannot move.

"you're not a whore?" naoya swipes his thumb over your lips "but these look like they're only good for sucking dick."

he makes you take a step back to look at your scantily clad body. he is no different than those men in the station.

"and this dress." he whistles lowly. "did you go to a party or were you selling pussy on a street corner?" 

you have never been spoken to like this.

"i wouldn't do that." your voice is all broken, he wonders if you are always this quiet.

"how much would it cost to stick my cock in you?" your brows furrow in distress, your lips part but you do not have a response. "you shouldn't charge a lot for used up pussy."

naoya opens the back door to sit you down. he pulls out a thick wad of cash from his back pocket and drops it into your lap. "honestly, a bit pricey for a girl like you."

he sees your lip tremble before he sees the tears. your sniffles are loud though you try not to be. you would have stayed at home if you knew all of this would happen.

you should have known better.

you shift further inside the car. he does not know why you are hiding when there is no where to go.

"c'mon, you wanted to bribe me but i'm the one paying now. you should be happy." his pants are far too tight, it is borderline painful. he is torturing himself just to make you cry a little more. you hate that he looks so handsome, you hate that he smiles and it is perfect. he slips in beside you and you are left flinching as he slams the door.

he takes his gun holster off and places it under the seat before dexterous hands find his belt and open his pants. his teeth pull back in a sneer as he adjusts his cock.

"fuck, c'mere." he lifts his hips to shove his pants just low enough to reveal his cock. you stare in awe at the hefty length, his cock is twitching and throbbing. too long and too thick. liquid seeps from his head and trails downwards over every ridge and every bump and you can see a prominent vein along the underside desperate for any attention.

naoya brings your hand to his cock, a grunt escaping him because your hand is so small it does not even meet around the perimeter of him. he makes you stroke him, he drags your hand over his head to collect the syrupy liquid and makes you coax your hand along his heated member.

your hand is soft, it is so soft and it feels like heaven. he keeps thinking about how your cunt will feel on him. if just your hand is breaking him down so easily, you will decimate him entirely once he stuffs you to the hilt.

he curses, throwing his head back as he starts moving faster, his hips buck up into the space between your hands, his fingers around yours closing tighter.

you glimpse over his expression, he bites down on his full bottom lip before his jaw drops with an elicit moan. he is pretty, you can see the faintest freckles on his cheek and blush decorates his cheeks.

naoya's free hand slips into your hair bringing you closer, his nose brushes yours as he pants "don't stop." his proximity takes away any coherent thought in your head, your tugs at his cock are unsure and uneven but it still has him fucking up into your grasp.

naoya's hand is big, just like he is. his fingers are long but they are thin, his palm has callouses and you feel them as he trails it down your sternum before groping your breast.

"you barely have tits. m'not not into this shit, y'know." he is lying. he is lying because just feeling the soft flesh of your boob in his hand makes his hips stutter. it makes his cock pulse in your hold, the blushed head gets coated with an onslaught of sticky liquid being spewed from his slit.

dextrous fingers hike your dress up, those panties he had been eyeing earlier are finally exposed. they are pink with lace trim, there is a bow in the middle. naoya does not think he has ever been this turned on in his life.

his fingertips brush your stomach before slipping past the hem of your underwear. you let out a soft whimper and suddenly naoya has gained all this bearings even as you touch him. even as you rub his cock over and over again.

he has to keep his eyes on your face.

he has to see your expression when he is stretching you out.

he rubs your slit, you are so wet. how can you be this soaking? how is your pussy leaking this much?

"you like seeing my dick or are you just easy?" his fingers are slipping inside before you can respond. you cannot even gather your thoughts.

he keeps his eyes on your face or he would miss the way you shakily breathe as he fills you. your eyes are glossier, your lids are low and fluttering endlessly. he does not want to deprive himself of seeing your brows knit together or your lips contort to the shape of his name.

he thinks he dies and goes to heaven every time you say his name so innocently with your whore mouth.

he cannot help it, he cannot control himself. this is all your fault. the two digits he has deep in your tight gummy cunt are shoved in at an alarming speed. he is pounding your pussy open and soaking himself in sticky wetness, you like it.

and there is no denying it when you are dripping all over his hand and letting him stretch your tight hole.

naoya is going so fast, you have stopped stroking him, instead your nails are digging into his bicep for dear life. he has a grin on his face, a devious one. you are bucking your hips, you are riding his fingers. you can barely keep yourself upright and the sight of you reduced to nothing but a sex crazed slut is all too delightful.

"what would mommy and daddy think if they saw their little girl like this?" he needs to see your cunt, he needs to know what your pussy looks like when it is taking his fingers or his cock. you barely have any clothes on but somehow it is too much. "where'd you tell them you would be tonight, huh sweetheart?"

his fingers are stroking your silky walls, they are going too deep. your brain has practically liquified. his hand encloses around your throat and he shakes you but he does not stop pulling your pussy apart. a good man would give you a break but naoya never claimed to be one.

he enjoys the way tears are leaking down your face, he likes the way it only messes up your already smudged makeup. "answer me." his voice is gravelling and low and he is close enough that his lips are brushing yours.

he does not know why he is thinking about kissing you. it makes him angry. you are nothing special so why are you in his head? why does he have his fingers stretching you out when you are nothing but a warm body?

"doing a project with my friend." your words are broken by moans, his eyes flick up and down your face. the mess between your legs is all sticky, he can hear every squelch of your pussy as he fucks his fingers inside. "mmngh, naoya." why are you doing that? why are you saying his name like that? it's driving him insane.

"fucking stupid. that's the best lie you could come up with?" his chest is heaving. your legs are trembling and when he slips out, your back arches and your hips move because you simply have no restraint. not anymore.

his fingers have started pruning up and you are all expectant like a ditzy puppy. he knows your cunt is clenching uncontrollably, he knows you are aching to be fucked.

you do not have to worry because he will definitely fulfil your every desire.

"take your clothes off." he squeezes his neglected cock before undoing the buttons of his uniform shirt. you kick off your sneakers, tugging your dress over your head to reveal, soft mounds of flesh that barely swell on your chest.

that should not be such a turn on.

you are looking at him just the same. his biceps were already straining against his shirt but there is more. there is a lot more beneath the fabric. his chest is full, there are faint indentations of abs along his abdomen and veins are evident on his lower stomach. and the lower your eyes go, they find his cock.

"don't act like a prude." he quips the second you head turns away as if you have been scarred. you are tugging down your panties to discard them on the floor of his car. so much slick between your legs that the material practically peels away from your cunt.

naoya shifts to the middle of the backseat, strong hands gripping your body to position you on top of him. it is nice almost, his touch feels gentle.

that is until he shoves you down onto the centre console. he lowly curses, his hands grip the flesh of your ass, roughly groping you before he spreads you open to his prying eyes.

you are a flustered mess, your protests fall on deaf ears.

why would naoya pay attention to you when he is captivated by the sight of your drooling pussy?

it is a hot sticky mess, your hole is begging him to fill it up. with his cock? with his cum? he is stuffing it full with both regardless of what you have to say.

your pussy is leaky and swollen, it is dripping and soaking. naoya will not be able to get this image out of his head. it will never leave his mind.

he feels like if he has you to fuck at the end of every shift he would be a better man.

"your pussy is pretty like your face." he is in a trance, he is delirious, he feels like he can smell your cunt and it is destroying him. he swears the scent is filling his senses and wreaking any bit of his self control.

two thick, lengthy digits are slipped into the vice confines of your syrupy cunt, your back arches at the intrusion but you are squeezing down like you do not want to let go.

he slowly pumps them into you, groaning lowly at the sight of his fingers coated in copious amounts of wetness.

he slips them out to the tips of his digits before roughly pounding them inside of you. you are whining, you are whimpering and he can see how tense your shoulders are.

he is really trying to stretch you out but you are just so fucking tight. there is nothing he can do when all your walls want to do is clench and grip him like a vice.

he cannot wait. he cannot. your pussy clenches down and slurps when he has his fingers deep inside, he does not have anymore resolve.

he settles a large hand on your nape, holding you down as the other taps his reddened tip to your slit.

"you g'na be a good girl for me right? g'na take it like a good bitch?" he huffs, smacking his cock head against your weeping entrance. you are all sensitive and flinching at the feeling. strands of your slick cling to him and then he nestles the tip in your folds. you scream when his hips surge forward and he shoves his thick, heady cock into you.

"it hurts!" you cry, your fingers scramble to grip onto anything in reach. you would probably move if his hand was not searing into your skin and keeping you immobile. he swears he short circuits, his brain blanks and scrambles at the same time. your cunt feels like heaven, you have this oasis between your legs and this is only his first time experiencing it.

he does not think one time could ever be enough.

a part of him has already decided he cannot just have you once and leave you alone. that part of him is already too fond of the feeling of your body.

naoya ignores every whine, every flinch and every cry as he bullies his cock past the small opening of your soaking cunt. he is far too big for you but he does not care. you take it like you are made for it.

"you're so pretty, babygirl. real fucking pretty when you're full of cock." he is at the hilt, he is balls deep in you. he has you wrapped around every inch of him. you are incessantly clenching, you are so tight he loses any semblance of sanity.

he does not wait, no, you do not have any time to adjust even though he is pulling you so wide you are drooling. even though he has you stretched open and you cannot think straight.

he can see every bit of you, he can see your cunt spread around the perimeter of his cock. he can see where he has pulled you apart and opened you too wide.

"how's it feel, girl? got my cock in you raw. think i paid you enough for that." he grins, naoya shallowly pumps his hips into yours. his cock slipping out, the entire length covered in you before he thrusts it deep inside.

both his hands squeeze your waist, his grip is no where near gentle. maybe it should have been a warning because the pace naoya fucks into you with is voracious.

he is moaning, he is moaning louder than the smacks of his muscular body meeting yours. he is moaning loader than your guzzling cunt squelching every single time he slams into you.

it hurts. it hurts.

"fuck, oh fuck. tightest cunt i'ver had. i swear." naoya groans, gripping you tighter before he grits his teeth and he pounds your cunt harder. you can feel the car rocking every time his hips meet yours so hard it stings.

you are squirming under him but he pays no mind, it is not like you can go anywhere because he is so strong.

he is holding you down and fucking you like a sex doll.

you have gone stupid. drool drips from your mouth and there might be hearts in your eyes because his cock is dragging along your pulsing walls and hitting your insides too perfectly.

you never thought it would feel this good.

you never thought of it at all.

"taking it so fucking well, baby." he grunts, his head lolling back and his hips roughly piston to meet yours. "feel so fucking good, you're so fucking good."

you should not enjoy it but you like the word baby rolling off his gruff voice. you like hearing it more than you should.

"never knew there was pussy like this. where the fuck have you been?" a low laugh rumbles in his chest before breaking into something close to a whimper.

"imagine if your daddy knew your project involved getting fucked in a backseat like a whore." he slams into you particularly hard, your back arching and your cry watery as your cunt clenches uncontrollably.

your legs are trembling. naoya can see it.

he fucks your pussy with reckless abandon. sweat has coated your skin and his, the smell of sex is the only thing infiltrating his senses and creamy liquid has started frothy up at the base of his cock.

his brows furrow, you are so soft and pliant under his touch. "hey, you think you can call me daddy?" he does not even realise it crossed his mind until it already escapes his mouth.

it should be concerning that you do not hesitate.

"daddy." you brokenly cry in the prettiest voice that has ever graced his ears. oh. you're crying. he did not realise you were sobbing this much. he almost feels bad.

his hips stutter all because of one simple word.

he did not anticipate you saying it. it is the first time he has ever been called that. he never wanted it, not until you.

but here he is, balls deep in your precious little cunny, that has ruined him entirely and you are crying and you have just called him your daddy.

it lights something inside him that he never knew existed.

"shit, come here." naoya gathers you up in his arms. he binds you up in his embrace and you sits you down with your back flush to his chest.

his cock hits deeper than before and you both shudder at the feeling.

his rough hands coax over your stomach, caressing your body before settling on your breasts. naoya is much bigger than you, in every way.

soft lips find your shoulder, pressing wet kisses to your skin as he savours the feeling of your battered cunt.

naoya grips your jaw, bringing your face to his. tears have made your pretty eyes their home. your lashes are damp and clumped together. you whine when he nuzzles your face.

you just seem so desperate for any bit of his attention.

he should not be cooing at your stained cheeks or snotty nose. he should not be melting because of your pouting.

you can feel him throbbing inside you but you are ignorant to the fact that it is because naoya thinks you are such a pretty crier.

"oh, my baby. don't cry." he sounds so condescending. but you cannot find it in yourself to care because he is pecking your lips and it is the first time you have received that affection from him. you cries become muted.

"just need a few kisses, huh? that's all it takes to shut you up." he is so close and he smells so good and he looks so handsome.

and you have completely lost your mind.

he presses his lips against yours in a soft innocent kiss. it rids your mind of any and every thought.

naoya pulls out of you, you hiss at the feeling, your insides clenching as you are no longer filled to the brim.

he presses you down, your back meeting the cool material of his leather seats and he is on you almost immediately.

this time his mouth finds yours in a messy exchange that you cannot follow.

his tongue is in your mouth and you do not have the slightest clue what to do.

"you're pretty shit at this." he laughs.

he laughs right in your face but he kisses you again, his mouth moving along yours and you try to follow but he feels your teeth scraping his tongue every time he slips the slick muscle in your mouth.

"are you trying to bite my tongue off?" his tone is mocking. tears are still streaming down your face, they never stopped.

you look so embarrassed, you look ashamed.

if naoya was a better man he would conceal the pleased look on his face but he does not even try to suppress his smile.

he leans in again, invading your space. "hey, is this your first time?"

your hands wipe your cheeks, trying to dry the tears but they are endless. they are never ending and it is impossible to ignore him. not when you are stripped bare under him and you are at his mercy.

"i asked you something." he roughly grips your face, shaking you.

"it is." you warble.

it was obvious enough, you have no clue why he needed confirmation.

"why didn't you say anything? i would've left you alone, virgins aren't my thing." his voice is incredulous. like he lacks an ounce of sanity. "or ... did you not want me to leave you alone? is this what you wanted? for me to fuck you brainless? you're really fucking gross." he laughs at you like you are stupid.

naoya swipes his cock head between your sodden pussy lips before he bucks his hips and he is feeding his cock back into your drooling cunt.

"you can tell me. you can tell me that you wanted me to bend you over and fill you with my cock." he huffs, for the second time he has stretched your little hole out and his pelvis is flush to yours.

he kisses you, he kisses you hot and deep and sloppily.

"yeah? you like this. fucking love it cause you're a ditzy whore." he nods and you find yourself nodding too.

he cups the back of your knees, folding you in half and slipping so deep you swear he is touching your cervix.

"daddy. m'too full." there it is again. he falters. he crashes and burns. "daddy, you're too big." your smaller hand pushes at his abdomen. he is unmoving, the veins impressing beneath your palm pulse.

"you like having daddy deep in your guts?" he wrings your hand so meanly you cry before he leans over you and his hips roughly piston to shove his cock way too deep.

he cants his hips, pounding your cunt open. you are such a mess, your pussy is leaking incessantly. pouring copious amounts of liquid that drips between your ass and splatters with every rough fuck of naoya's hips.

it stings as his muscular thighs meet yours but every time you cry or say that it hurts naoya is muffling you with messy kisses.

"you like daddy fucking you like this, huh pretty baby? like it so much, i know you fucking do."

his balls smack against you, they are heavy and sodden in your messy liquid. naoya groans lowly, licking into your mouth as he crowds over you more. his chest heaves, his muscles straining, bulky thighs flex and biceps bulge as he slams into your leaky slit.

"you're really perfect you know that? this slutty cunt was made for my dick." he grunts, his hips stuttering before his grip on you tightens and he goes harder.

harder and faster, sinking in rougher and deeper.

you scream. your nails scraping down his chest before the dig into his back.

naoya wishes he took this stupid shirt off, he wants your nails cutting into his back and desperately ripping through his flesh.

you gasp into each other's mouths, the corner of his lips tipping into a smile as he breathily asks "you g'na let daddy cum in this cunt? g'na let me cream your messy little fuck hole? 

"uh huh." you bob your head before brokenly whining. he clenches his jaw pounding into your cunt with no restraint. you look prettier when you are like this.

naoya likes you obedient, he likes you pliant to his touch and completely for his taking.

he feels you pulsing along every inch of him, he feels you clamp down and grip him so tightly he loses his mind.

your pussy squelches so loudly when she is getting fucked full.

he cannot take it.

his mouth finds yours, he sucks on your tongue, your body rocking beneath his as he slams into you over and over.

your cunt battered and used. and naoya cums so hard he loses control of his hips. his thrusts are unsteady but they are still deep. still go so far his cock hits spots that make you see stars.

your cunt slurps all the sticky, heady cum that naoya is spilling deep inside you.

he has fucked you dumb. you have no thoughts in your head.

he kisses you again. it is not something he would usually do but he likes kissing you. he likes how soft your lips feel on his.

he likes how perfectly you fit with him.

you mutely whine when he drops all his weight on you. naoya is heavy, he shallowly pumps his hips into yours like he has to ensure you have received every drop.

he breathes in your scent, he could get used to your feminine scent mixed with his.

he straightens up, your spent body exposed for his eyes and he slowly pulls out.

syrupy streaks of milky liquid seep out of your stretched hole and naoya shudders at the sight. he needs to see it again.

he needs to have you like this again.

it leaks onto his pristine leather seats and if it were anyone else he would be infuriated.

he cannot find it in himself to be mad at you. 

it was his fault anyway, he shot a load in you. he filled up your pussy and he was the first one to do it.

his eyes rove over the sight before moving off of you. if he stays around you he will get hard again.

he will get hard and then he will keep fucking you and he will never be able to leave you alone.

although he feels like it is already too late.

naoya wipes his cock off with the skimpy fabric of your dress before he gets out of the car. he buttons up his clothes while you're in his backseat being a crybaby.

when he settles in the driver seat you are still unmoving. you look too cute, you are too pretty.

"fuck are you waiting for? get in front, i'm taking you home." you scramble to do as he says. he can see the stains on your dress. he knows it is all his doing.

your puffy eyes and swollen lips. your bruised skin and your crying. he does not think you will ever stop.

it is all his doing.

you are shivering whether it is because you finally came to or because he has the a/c on high, naoya is not sure.

"i'll get you home. where you should've been."

you are barely listening. you have been staring at his hands for a while.

your legs have parted slightly, your cunt bare on his seat and his cum seeping out of you.

it stirs something in him. he wants to lay claim despite doing it already.

naoya feels your nimble fingers experimentally touch his firm bicep, he has half a mind to shrug you off but he does not.

that is all you need to hug his arm to your trembling body and lean your head on his shoulder.

you are still sniffling, he can feel you shaking against him.

you poor little thing.

a hard fucking and no aftercare.

he almost feels bad for you. perhaps, you have made him aware of the heart in his chest because he finds himself pressing soft kisses to your forehead and letting you intertwine your fingers with his.

you are far too naive for your own good.

your eyes are half shut, your body completely lax against him as if he is someone to feel safe around.

he pulls up to your house a moment later, jolting you awake.

you do not even let go of his hand. you glance up, an unsure expression on your face.

naoya was suppose to fuck you. he was suppose to get his fill and send you home in your scanty dress that he turned into a cum rag.

right now, he is not certain if that is what he wants.

naoya thinks you need a daddy who will not believe your stupid lies. you need someone who will keep you in check.

someone like him.

he squeezes your hand, gaining your attention.

you flash him pretty doe eyes and pouted lips.

"if you need a place to stay for the night. you can come by."

your eyes trail over his face and you lean in. usually he would not approve but because it is you he finds himself enjoying your kiss.

"i'll stay with you."

naoya thinks he will stick around.

will def be writing some drabbles for this au !!

[jaegerbby]

➳ someone older: chapter two

--͙[kento nanami x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 5694

╰┈➤ rundown; you can’t have everything you want but you definitely can’t have your best friend’s dad.

╰┈➤ caution; best friend's dad! nanami, age gap (20s & 40s), masturbation, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of family issues.

| chapter 3 |

you have not stopped thinking about nanami.

you counted every second that passed since you last saw him.

your best friend asked you so many times why you were not coming over but you never gave her a truthful response.

you feel like your heart is pressing against your chest, on the verge of ripping out because it calls for nanami.

but he hurt you, he really hurt you.

"hey, you spacing out again?" yua drops into the seat beside you. you perk up almost immediately. the rest of your friends are gathered around the table playing cards.

"i'm just tired."

"are you sure? you seem so sad lately." you know she is just concerned and you really did try to hide it but your heart is breaking.

"i don't have anything to be sad about." you reach for the bag of chips from her, putting a handful into your mouth. you are lying again.

"if you want to talk, we can go upstairs." 'did something happen at home?' it is tethering on her tongue. you know she wants to ask. you are starting to hate being asked that.

"it's really nothing."

you see it on her face that she is about to push the subject. you feel sick to your stomach, you feel sick to even think about the things you keep to yourself.

"yua, you got anymore beer?" her words are interrupted by one of your friends.

"you already had like three." yua calls with a begrudging roll of her eyes. 

"c'mon, one more." you stand so quickly yua flinches in surprise.

"i'll go get it." you feel like you will suffocate if you have to think anymore.

you swipe your hand over your face as you hurriedly walk off. you might be too lost in the mess in your head because you do not realise you slam into someone until their hands grip your shoulders to steady you.

water drips on your skin and all you can see is blonde hair and brown eyes that you found yourself constantly wishing would be on you.

his chest is hard, your hands trail lower and nanami glimpses down when he realises. he releases you to take a step back and clears his throat.

nanami walks around you and you turn your body to follow him. you think you would always follow him. you would do it without a second thought. he reaches up to grab a cup from the cupboard and his shirt raises.

his shirt raises and your eyes trail over the defined indents of his hips, the veins that are on his lower abdomen and the blonde hair that trails downwards.

your lips part and you reach for his hand that rests on the counter, your pointer finger tugs on his pinkie. nanami's shoulders tense, you wish you could coax your hands over the muscles and rid him of any worry.

"can we talk?" nanami breathes hard at the sound of your voice. he knows nothing good ever comes out of talking to you. because when he talks to you, he starts thinking and before he can think coherently, he finds that he already got too close to you. 

he does not respond but he faces you, your head tilts back to look up at him.

"you told me you'd make it hurt. you did. you really did." your fingers trail along his palm before you grasp it tightly. "and yua asked me what's wrong. everyone always ask me what's wrong but i only want to hear it from you." your voice trembles, pursuing your lips.

it is the last thing he wants to see, he told you he would make it hurt but he swears his heart is being crushed just the same. he knows he should have stopped from the start.

you are the last person nanami should have gotten close to. when you look up at him with watery eyes, he wants to go against everything he told himself.

"i want to know that you care because that means i'm not the only one feeling like this right?" you want to ask him if he knows your heart is dying to be near him.

you squeeze his hand tighter. his hand feels so right in yours, it feels like his hand is the only one you are meant to hold.

nanami wants to tell you he does not feel anything for you. he wants to say it for your betterment but he cannot bring his lips to form those words when he does not mean them in the slightest.

he wants to put his arms around you and rid you of any sadness. he wants to do any and every thing to ensure another tear never fills your eyes.

when he does not respond you step closer. you bat your eyes in the sweetest way. all you do is tempt him.

"can you ask me what's wrong?"

he knows saying it would mean admitting he feels something too. kento says it anyway. "what's wrong?" he wants so desperately to call you his baby. your eyes light up when you hear it.

he can feel you holding his hand tighter, nanami cannot help but squeeze yours gently.

"i want to be close to you all the time but you won't let me."

he breathes shakily. it is the first time you have been around since that day.

he cannot admit it but your absence has been debilitating.

"i told you, this can't happen." you smile anyway. you are flashing him that pretty smile that is going to linger in his mind for days to come.

"i know." you wish you did not like him. it would have made everything easier but kento is impossible to not like. there is not a world where he could exist and your heart would ever be able to resist him.

you do not know how long you stand there, staring at each other, listening to nothing but the sound of shared air.

"i'm sorry." he says. his eyes are soft, he looks disappoint, he hates that he hurt you. the last thing he wants to do is add to your worries.

"it's okay." you say it but he knows you cried because of him.

he cannot help himself, not when it comes to you.

his hands cup your face and he hears your breath hitch as he leans in to nuzzle your nose with his.

then you're wrapped in his arms.

you're wrapped up in kento's embrace with your cheek pressed to his firm chest and his scent filling your senses.

you hold him like you never want to let go.

"i'm really sorry. i shouldn't have said it." his voice is deep and he's so close it's said right into your ear.

you hug him tighter.

"you don't have to be sorry. i'm tough anyway."

you barely separate.

you are still too close, far too close for it to be appropriate.

"yn." yua calls and you flinch. she walks into the kitchen. "oh, dad."

nanami steps further away, his hand finding his glass and yua looks between you.

"we're totally not drinking." she quips.

"i believe you." although the raucous behaviour of your friends outside proves her statement wrong.

she turns her attention back to you, "are you ready to head back?"

you wring your hands, your eyes still on kento but he does not look at you.

"you can go ahead, i need to use the washroom first."

---

you should not be here. you would like to pretend it was not intentional to end up in nanami's bed.

it started so innocently.

but it became so difficult to leave. how could you leave such an enticing scent? one of chypre and fougere. one of expensive cologne that you want to bathe in. you want to be covered in anything associated with nanami.

you writhe on the sheets, burying your face into the pillow. when his scent invades your senses, you lose all reason.

your thighs press together, you would give everything up to him. you would put every fucked up part of you into his hands and hope he saw something worthy in them.

you stroke your covered cunt, the ache between your legs intensifying. you wish you were being bent over by him, you wish he was pressing your face into the nest of his smell to muffle your cries.

you lowly curse, a low mewl of his name escapes your mouth as your fingers coax along your cunt.

it is an itch that only nanami can scratch because even as you strip your lower half bare and glide your fingers down your slit it is not enough.

your toes curl as you collect the syrupy juices leaking from you and slowly sink a digit inside. your pussy pulses, all you can think about is nanami's fingers and the way they would feel inside of you. you want to know have far they would reach, how experienced they are.

you need to know, you need him to show you.

you breathe shakily, slowly slipping your finger out before plunging it inside.

your brows furrow. you wonder how nanami would take you.

would he be slow and gentle? you shiver as the gummy walls of your swollen insides squeeze your finger.

would he be rough and go so hard you tremble? you slam your finger in this time. your cunt squelches, body writhing along the sheets. you feel like he would do it this way.

like he would pound his thick fingers into your pussy and make you delirious.

but his would stretch you out more than one of your fingers, so you add another. your thighs tense at the intrusion and your back arches off the bed.

you cannot wait, no your legs spread further and you plunge your fingers into your leaking hole. you do it over and over. again and again. until liquid coats your digits in copious amounts and drool fills your mouth.

when the stroke of your fingers filling your gooey insides is not enough the pads of your fingers find your clit and you roll it roughly.

you think nanami would take your cunt without any regard, with unleashed aggression.

the soppy noises of your pussy getting fucked fill the room, all you can think about is him and how desperately you need him to stuff you full. to make you whole.

kento told you sorry. he has told you a lot of things. you try to rearrange the syllables to phrases that make you wetter. things like him calling you a good girl and telling you how perfect you feel wrapped around his cock.

"kento. mmgh kento." you whine, you try to stay quiet, truly you do but the thought of him touching you instead makes you brainless. it rids you of any care.

your fingers curl and glide along your swollen insides, you shove them in to the knuckle. slimy liquid drips down and splatters every time you fuck back into your cunt.

your hips stutter, moving in tandem with your fingers. you pinch the stilted bundle of nerves before rolling it again. your hand moves frantically.

but it is still not enough, it is not enough.

you need nanami to get there. you need him to feel something.

"kento." you brokenly cry, your eyes rolling back as the way you fuck your cunt open grows rougher.

it seems he knows when you need him. like you call and he comes.

"what are you doing?" his eyes are alarmed, you barely hear the click of the door locking beyond the sound of your pussy getting filled.

you should stop, in fact, you should be ashamed. you are anything but that. your heart alights at the sound of his voice. your stomach erupts with too many butterflies to contain.

you whine, your insides feel like they are throbbing. your hand stills, slowly pulling them out as an onslaught of liquid seeps from you.

nanami can see it all. he can hardly get passed the sight of you on his sheets, fucking your cunt. like he wants to do instead. he cannot get passed the sight of you with disheveled hair and a brainless expression or how wet and messy your cunt is. he can see it, he can see it from here and it tears his mind apart.

"come, please." you mutely whimper, your voice sounds too intoxicating. you are intoxicating because against his better judgement he finds himself drawing closer.

he finds himself sitting beside your breathless body. "you said you were going to the bathroom."

you tilt your head to meet his distressed face, you want to see what nanami looks like at every moment. how his eyebrows quip up, how his jaw tightens. you want to see how his features contort in any circumstance, with any emotion. you want those to be yours.

"i got lost." you rasp. when he is this close, you can see every vein and ridge on his skin. every muscle and freckle. it only makes your cunt beg for more. it turns you into a desperate slut because nanami is right beside you and he is the only one who can make it all better.

"it's not your first time here." he rakes his hand through his hair. the still dampened strands hang over his forehead. it makes him look younger.

"it's my first time in your bed." your sticky fingers find his forearm, he is so tense. his eyes avoid you, fists tight in an attempt to regain some composure. it does not help in the slightest.

it is hard to ignore you when your cunt is stripped bare for him to see, when you do not even close your legs to hide away from him. it is hard to ignore the liquid you taint his skin with because he knows it came from your creamy pussy and he wants to get his fingers covered instead.

he wants to cover something else with you too.

"won't you look at me?" you reach down to stroke your swollen clit, squeezing nanami's arm as he clenches his jaw and lets out a sharp breath.

you press harder, your hips rocking. "please, kento, please just once."

you both know it could never be once. you lie to yourself that after this nothing will happen. that you would stop here.

nanami lies to himself too.

you do not hide the smile that impresses on your face as nanami climbs over you.

he grips your wrist to bring your slick sodden fingers into his mouth. all you can feel is heat when his tongue strokes over them and he sucks every bit of your essence. his expression is pained as he pulls back "why do you have to taste that good? have you not ruined me enough?"

he leans down and you swear he is going to kiss you but all he does is brush his lips along yours. "you taste so fucking good, sweetheart." nanami does not think he could stop now that he knows what you taste like.

you reach up to stroke the shaven hair just above his nape and tug him closer but nanami turns his head before you can kiss him.

"kento." it is quiet.

"we can't."

frustration fills you, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pressing kisses to his cheek. you are selfish, you need your fill. even if he does not admit it, he needs it too. perhaps more than you.

he relishes on the soft feeling of your mouth on his skin.

"let me see." he grips the sides of your waist as you leave wet kisses.

"baby, let me see your pussy. i need to see how messy she is." you think you might cum from his voice alone.

you do not want to let him go but you want him to see your cunt, you want him to touch and feel and sink inside you.

he sits up on his knees, his rough palms gripping your thighs to hold you open. he lets out an exasperated sigh. "everything about you is pretty. she is so fucking pretty, sweetheart."

you feel every callous on his rough hands as he glides them up your stomach to your sternum. he thumbs the fabric of your barely there shirt before he tugs it upwards.

"fucking hell." his lithe touches trail over your breasts before gliding down to squeeze your hips. "so gorgeous. you're the prettiest woman i've ever seen."

you want to kiss him. you want him pressed flush to your skin. all you want is nanami but you cannot have him.

"you were fucking this pretty cunt open, weren't you? what were you thinking about when you were shoving those little fingers in this leaking hole?" his voice is low. you only heard him like that once before.

you think about it all the time.

"you."

"yeah? what did you think about, sweetheart?" his nails nick your skin. nanami cannot believe he has you under him like this. he cannot fathom that a pretty thing like you ever spared him a second glance.

this is far more than he deserves.

"you touching me. if you would be gentle and nice like i know you are or," you swallow it down. the way the words instantly wash a heat over your body. "if you'll be mean."

"how mean? wrapping my hand around that little throat while i stretch your tight cunt or bruising this cute ass when i have you bent over?"

you feel like you will pass out. your body writhes like you want to put more of you into his hands. you want his touch on you always.

"i want it like that, kento, want it anyway you'll give me."

"anyway? if i shove my cock in this little hole and fuck it even if you're crying, even if you can't take anymore you'll still want it?" you moan at his words, your body jolting at the thought.

"anything, kento!"

his touches grow softer, your thighs ache to press together, more slick drips from you. he makes you lose it entirely.

"i would worship you, i could be as rough as you want and i would still worship you. cause that's what you deserve." he reaches up to caress your cheek. "you deserve every bit of affection and love and i wish i could give it to you." but he cannot. it sours your mood when he says it.

it rips your heart out.

"you can give it to me." you want it, you ache and crave for it. from him, only him.

"i wish i could, i would do anything to have you, baby. i would do anything to make you mine." those words are so empty.

"then do it." your voice breaks. tears prick your eyes and his narrow ones fill with pain. you know you cannot have him. you know that and it was certainly your mistake for ever entertaining the idea. for ever hoping.

he leans down to nuzzle his nose with yours and you find yourself leaning closer hoping for a kiss but he does not give it to you. "don't cry, sweetheart. please, don't cry."

you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. it is not a real kiss but you will let it suffice. "can you touch me?"

"i can't do that, baby."

you throw your head back with an exhausted cry.

"i'm telling you, you can. you can do anything to me kento, please."

nanami cannot let himself touch you because he will not stop. he will not let you go. he wants to put his hands all over you, he wants to memorise the marks on your skin, the contours of your flesh.

nanami wants you more than he can explain.

he swallows hard, nanami is worst than you.

"show me how you want me to touch you."

"i want more than just showing you."

"i'm right here." his large palm comes to caress your cheek and you find yourself pressing further into his touch. he is so warm. "we can pretend it's the same. i want to see it. i want to see how you fuck this pretty cunt when you think of me."

when he talks like that, when he touches you, when he leans down to brush his lips against yours and makes you crave for more. how can you refuse?

your cunt is a mess and you are too. your fingers find your slit, rubbing the underside along your entrance. you wish it was nanami instead.

he huffs a low groan, eyes trained on the liquid coating your digits as you stroke your pussy. "fucking hell." his hands press against the back of your thighs to hold you open. to spread your legs so he can see every bit of your soaking cunt.

you bite down on your lip, maybe you can pretend that nanami is yours as much as you are his. even though he does not accept it.

all you can thing about is how big his hands are, how big he is. everywhere he touches you burns. just like the way he burned himself into your soul.

"can you put them in for me? can you let me see what your pussy looks like when she's taking them?" his voice is sin. it must be. his touch grazes down your legs. "i know she takes it so well, huh? know she looks so good when she's getting fucked."

you could cry. you are crying.

"would look the best if you were fucking me." you whine and nanami hums. he hums and you swear you feel it down every bit of your body. to your bones

"yeah? i know, baby. i know, sweet girl. your pussy would look so good spread around my fat cock. would take it like you were made for it."

"i am." you are made for it, for him. you need him closer. you need him with no space because right now, any distance makes you sick.

"you are. fuck, you are." he grits his teeth, your body melting as he crowds over you and his mouth presses kisses to your neck. "show me, show me what i can't have. put them inside." and you listen. you listen because you are gone for nanami in a way you have never experienced before.

your fingers are covered in sticky liquid, you are wetter than usual. it is because of him. it does not take much to slide two fingers.

it does not take much to shove them in to your knuckles but the ache inside you cannot be quelled unless nanami takes you. "you're so good. how's it feel?"

"like i need you." you voice brokenly whispers. you slowly slip out before slamming back in. you are past the point of depravity. you movements grow repeated and rougher. harder and deeper. as deep as you can get.

you know nanami would go deeper, he might go so deep you lose your mind.

"you've never been fucked properly before, have you?"

you can barely hear him over the messy slurping noises of your fingers pounding into your cunt. over the splatters of your liquids between your legs or the feeling of your cunt clenching down every time you press your digits inside.

but you hear him. you hear him because he is yours. he is the only one you want to hear at every moment.

"nuh uh."

"i want to do that for you. i want to fuck your pussy open. i want to spread her out and stuff you so full you'll go dumb." he keeps his lips over yours, he keeps his voice low. he keeps tempting you. you want so deperately to press your mouth to his. you want so desperately to pull him close and feel the softness of his pink lips. you could try but nanami is stronger than you.

he is so much stronger and if he wanted, he could pin you down without much effort. he could pin you down without a muscle flexing.

"your fingers can't get deep in that little cunt like i can." your body writhes, you curl your fingers but it does nothing to relieve the burning in your abdomen. you arch your back off the sheets almost instinctively. like you want to show nanami all of you is for him to take.

"then fuck me, gosh, just fuck me." you grind your palm into your clit, your hips rocking as you sink your fingers inside. nanami's eyes are hooded, his pupils are blown so wide all you see is black.

he breathes a little harder seeing your fingers plunge inside your soaking slit. they are covered in sticky liquid and so messy all he wants to do is lick them up.

he wants to put his mouth on you and taste your cunt.

his hands find either side of your face, his palms are rough but the way he touches you is so gentle. his nose nudges yours, nanami is so close you swear you will pass out.

"i would fuck you harder than this sweetheart cause i can't help myself. you think i could have any composure once i'm inside this leaking hole? i couldn't if i tried because you destroy me. i would fuck this cunt until your legs are shaking and i have you shaped to my cock."

you squeeze your eyes shut as you pump into your cunt harder. your toes curl and your head feels dizzy.

nanami presses kisses to your cheek before trailing to your neck. you can almost pretend that he is fucking you. almost. because you know the girth of his cock would be an entirely different sensation that your fingers.

you know he would be so deep in your guts you might be too brainless to function.

you know if nanami really fucked you, he would ruin you for anyone else.

he already has.

your hand aches from the vigorous pace you have, it aches as you slam and curl your fingers.

"please, please, please." your lips press against the sharpness of nanami's cheek bone. you would do anything for a kiss.

"doing so fucking good, sweetheart. you're close aren't you?" he knows, of course he would. he sees it in the way your jaw hangs with broken moans, your barely open eyes and the way your thighs tense. "let me see how pretty you look when you cum. let me see how she creams. i know you'll make a mess, wish i could have it on my cock." you whine at his gravelly tone.

"kento, you can. you can have it." any way and any where he wants it.

"cum for me. want you to cover those fingers for me." you would do anything for him.

you kiss his jaw, reaching down to roll your clit in frantic circles as you finger your pussy. you thrust your fingers as hard and fast, wishing it was nanami's cock instead, wishing you could feel the stiffness of his cock being pounded into you.

"kento, please." you whine, your body jittering as you slam into your slit. your thighs flex and tremble, fucking into your hole as you cum. your gooey walls clench and pulse, covering your hand in sticky liquid. you fuck into yourself with uneven pumps of your fingers as your hips buck up.

nanami thinks seeing you cum is the greatest sight he has ever witnessed. he sees your pretty lips parted in cries, he sees your back arch up and drool down your jaw. he sees your pussy cream, wishing all that mess was covering his cock instead and he got to feel you clamping down on him.

when your fingers still they are trembling. they slip out with strands connecting them to your slick covered pussy. nanami's mouth is watering.

"such a good girl, baby." his hands coax along your body, your chest is heaving and there is so much juice dripping from your cunt that it soaks his sheets.

he feels like he won't have any choice but to press his face into that spot later and jerk his cock raw.

your coated fingers stroke along his lips, smearing them with the glossy fluid and his darkened eyes find yours. your breath hitches as his heated muscle slips out to lave along them.

he groans before his mouth engulfs your sodden digits and he sucks the creamy cum off.

he huffs a low curse and you jolt when he kisses the corner of your mouth and trails a flurry of frantic kisses down your warm body.

they are open mouthed and wet, your thighs jumping when he buries his face between your legs and the flat of his tongue trails along your entrance.

his rough palms squeeze your thighs and your fingers find his hair. you mewl, rocking your hips into his face as nanami desperately laps at your entrance. he incessantly glides the slimy muscle of his tongue along your sopping slit.

your jaw hangs and you pant when his tongue presses past your entrance and wriggles within your walls. nanami sucks and slurps at your pussy, he devours the mess between your legs without any regard.

he groans, the sound vibrating through you as he lowers his jaw to fuck his tongue further inside you. nanami loses his sensibility around you. you love nothing better than that.

you taste like this is all okay, like nanami can have, fuck and love you without any obstacle. you taste like you were made to be with him and he cannot do without you.

he plunges his tongue repeatedly inside of you. he loses himself in your cunt despite not fucking it. he loses himself because it is you and you rid him of any coherency. when nanami truly comes to, you are riding his tongue and he is fucking you with it like he cannot get enough of you.

truthfully, he cannot.

you whine when he suddenly yanks away, he feels punished to. to be ripped away from your oasis of a pussy is punishment. nanami wants to eat your cunt up until you cry.

until he takes everything and you have nothing left to give.

the pretty blond strands press against your stomach as he lays his head down. a defeated breath escapes him.

his hands squeeze your sides like they want to be embedded in your body. he does not want to take his hands away but he must because the second nanami is near you, he makes all the wrong choices.

he sits up, swiping his mouth and avoiding your exhausted bare body exposed for his prying eyes like he has not seen you cum or had his tongue deep in your cunt, like the taste of your sweet essence is not lingering in his mouth and giving him a permanent craving.

"you should go downstairs."

your eyes widen, you do not want him to push you away.

"kento." you brokenly speak, you hurriedly sit up and your hands find nanami's t-shirt to yank him in. finally, finally, you kiss him. finally your tongue is in his mouth in a messy exchange.

your fingers knot in his shirt as your tongue rolls over his, his lips are soft and you can tell he is holding back. you can tell he does not want to give in to you.

"please." you whimper against his mouth before your hand grips his throat and nip at his bottom lip. nanami laves his tongue overs yours before he tilts his head and leans in to kiss you fully. his lips move languidly whilst he gropes your naked body.

"please stop doing this to me, baby." he says quietly, caressing your cheeks then softly pecking your mouth. once, twice, he might do it too many times to count.

nanami finds you addicting.

"i just want you. is that too much to ask for?" you softly kiss him, stroking his adam's apple before you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

"it is. you know it is." he wishes things were different and when you flash him watery eyes, his chest aches. "you are the most gorgeous girl in the world. you're too good to be true. i wish you weren't anything to her so you could be something to me." it breaks your heart. he rips it apart but nanami is the only reason it beats.

you wish you could be selfish. you wish you could throw the biggest tantrum. why can you not be something to both of them?

"get dressed and go downstairs like this never happened." he nudges your nose with his, your eyes flit over narrow eyes and angular features.

how could he ask you to forget this when you hung onto every single moment you had with him?

you want to protest, you want to stay here with him.

it seems kento can read your mind.

"i promise i'll give you a kiss if you do."

"just one?" your lips pout, all you can see, smell and feel is kento.

you would not have it any other way.

nanami finds you too cute, he finds you as someone he wants close at all times.

"just one." it pains him to say it. how could anyone ever kiss you just once?

kento is a gentleman, it is one of the reasons why you wish he could truly be yours because he helps you get dressed and you find yourself with your arms around his shoulders while you kiss him.

you find yourself holding him close. you kiss him despite how breathless you know you will be because stopping this one kiss meant you would not get another.

you do not want it to end just yet.

you do not want to leave nanami alone at all.

the truth of the matter is, when you came into this world, nanami already lived his.

your best friend is proof of that.

still working on pt3

[jaegerbby]

➳ someone older: chapter one

--͙[kento nanami x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 4420

╰┈➤ rundown; you can’t have everything you want but you definitely can’t have your best friend’s dad.

╰┈➤ caution; best friend's dad! nanami, age gap (20s & 40s), dirty talk (descriptions of a blow job/face fucking), grinding, alcohol consumption, mentions of family issues.

| chapter 2 |

you like to think that all the things life has thrown at you have not influenced you.

perhaps, it has changed you in one way.

you want the things you cannot have.

one of those being the blonde man sitting before you.

nanami is gorgeous.

to an insane degree.

you are mesmerised every time you see him.

he is narrow eyes and sculpted cheeks. chiseled jaw and pink lips. he is enthralling and kind. he is stern but you find his humour one of his most attractive qualities.

he is dress shirts and khaki pants galore, you barely saw a glimpse of his body but the muscles of his back are so defined you can see them etched through his shirt.

his back is broad, his biceps are wide and you want to see it all in the absence of clothing.

he is your obsession although he should not be.

right now, the scent of alcohol intermingles with his enticing cologne.

right now, his daughter is sleeping upstairs while you are standing a foot away from him.

his daughter happens to be your best friend.

she has done nothing but be there for you and treat you with utmost affection so why is it hard for you to resist the one man you should not be around?

the truth is, nanami is one in a million. the more you dwell on the thought of him, the more you realise, there is no one like him.

"nanami." you call. his eyes open immediately, his head raises from where he leans on the couch.

he finds the bare skin of thighs, your sleep shorts hardly do anything to conceal you. he straightens up, avoiding your figure once he comes to his senses. he clears his throat but you step closer.

"can i join you?"

"i don't think you should." he brushes his hands over his face. you both tip toe around the tension that surrounds you. every time your eyes meet, every time you are in a room alone.

it manifests in the way you stand a little too close to him or smile a bit too wide. in your fingertips brushing his skin as he passes a dish to you when you stay over for dinner. in you calling his name a bit more excitedly than you should.

you sit beside him regardless of his answer. your thigh presses to his, you see him glance down although he does not tell you to move.

you glimpse over the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. his fingers fidget before he reaches for the glass. he swirls the liquid then downs it in one go. your eyes do not leave him for a moment.

you memorise the way his adam's apple bobs while he consumes the contents, the way his forearm flexes and his veins raise.

it clicks against the table and he fills it up again. his expression remains unchanged despite the bitter liquor.

"i want some." it is not the alcohol you are referring to. he knows it but nanami has a bad habit of ignoring things.

"it's not good for you." he speaks softly and lowly.

"so?" your hand finds the rim of the cup, bringing it to your lips. nanami cannot think as your mouth rests on the same part his did. your eyes squeeze as the liquid burns your throat.

he leans back, his legs spreading and his hips tilting up as he adjusts himself. his leg pushes yours without much trouble. you swear he is doing it on purpose. the material of his pants strain against his built thighs and the shirt he wears is held together by only a few buttons.

otherwise the fabric loosely drapes over his skin and you can see most of his chest.

"you don't listen."

"never." your tongue slips out to dampen your lips, you wish you could taste the whiskey off his instead of your own. you hardly think, maybe you do not think at all when his hooded eyes are on you. "do you have a crush on me?"

his lips pursue, his lips that you so badly want to kiss. "i'm too old for that."

"you aren't denying it." you perk up.

nanami's finger brushes against your knee. almost like an apology for the words that follow. "you don't like me y/n. you don't. you have things going on at home and you want some place to run to." it makes your chest hurt. "you want somebody to treat you the way you deserve." his thumb slowly drags over your knee and the softness of his voice has your heart beating faster.

his gaze is too affection for you to be mad at him. although you want to be.

"maybe i do. maybe i'm just fucked up. is that why you sound like you want to take care of me?" you are crossing a line. "cause, kento, i'm a mess. i don't know what's good for me but you're the sensible one." he grips your knee tighter, you called his name. it might be the best thing he has ever heard. "shouldn't you do what's right?"

"i am. i'm doing the right thing." he forces out.

"really?" you lean over him, your hand on the knee furthest from you. his eyes follow as your palm moves higher, his muscles shifting beneath it. his shoulders jolt when your soft lips meet his chest. "i like you. it's not some misplaced affection. if it was, i would never come near you and you know that."

he does. he knows you better than he should.

you trail wet kisses across the broad expanse of his chest, moving along his neck until you finally meet his angular jaw.

you mouth feels too good him and you are too close for him to think properly. your scent invades his senses and destroys his resolve.

"do you want me to be your baby?" you puff, there is barely an inch of space between you. you are practically falling into his lap and the weight of your little hand impresses dangerously close to his erection.

"don't ask me that." he clenches his jaw and he has to reach down to adjust his cock. he hates that you lick your lips because of it. he hates that it makes him harder.

"why? you're a man and a girl is throwing herself at you."

his features contort in something close to irritation. his fingers slowly find your hair, stroking it with affection. "i don't just want to fuck you. you're not some random girl, you're not a hook up."

your eyes flutter, nanami cannot help but like the way your lashes look. he likes the way your face looks this close. your finger hooks on his shirt together exposing more of his chest.

"i want you, more than i should, more than i'm allowed to."

your eyes flit from his hooded ones to his lips. you reach up to brush your fingers along them. you want to kiss him. you feel like you need it to breathe.

"you're drunk."

"no, i'm not."

"then everything you say, will you take it back later?" you swallow hard.

"no." he draws you closer, nudging your nose with his. you swear you stop breathing when he leans in until your lips meet the other side of your fingers.

"don't hate me for this." he tugs your hand from between you and he softly pecks your lips. how could you ever hate him? there was no plausible scenario that would ever change the way you feel about him.

"that's not a real kiss." he tilts his head, brows raising at your miffed tone.

"what kind of kiss do you want?"

"i want to taste you as much as i feel you." you jolt when strong hands grip your waist and he's bringing you onto his lap.

all you can focus on is the way you are perched on him after never getting this close before.

"like this?" he caresses your cheek and then his mouth finds yours. nanami kisses like he has done it countless times.

it is slow and gentle. it is sweet and kind.

you tightly grip his shirt as he tilts his head and his mouth languidly caresses yours. he separates for a second then his lips meet yours again.

this time his tongue enters your mouth.

this time his tongue claims every inch of his mouth.

he tastes of alcohol. you do not want to ever stop kissing him.

"yeah, like that." you quietly say as he leans away. his hands settle on your lower back, you are all too aware. they are so warm. you hold his jaw to repeatedly peck his lips.

once, twice. he flashes you a smile that completely diminishes your self control before his lips are pressed to yours again and again.

you undo the button of his shirt, moaning into his mouth and nanami surely approves because he kisses you harder. you glimpse down at bare skin, his body is far from what you would expect someone his age to look like. you wetly kiss him before your lips find his neck.

you suck on the pale skin, nipping it as you pull away. his skin bruises easily, it turns red with every bite. nanami only grips you tighter. his head tilts back allowing you to kiss down the column of his throat with no obstructions.

you leave a flurry of kisses along his warm skin. it is impossible to not like him. it is an insane request to ever ask of someone.

when your mouth covers his again, his tongue messily coats over yours. he kisses hard. he kisses until your lips are swollen and your hands have disheveled his hair.

your hips shift along his, the bulge straining against the confines of his pants pressing against your aching cunt. you have only just begun to appreciate the feeling. you hands have only just started exploring uncharted territory.

"y/n." a tired voice calls from the staircase.

you are terrible.

you scramble off of nanami like he burns you, swiping spit from your mouth and trying to distance yourself.

nanami looks aghast. he tugs one of the pillows over his lap then hurriedly buttons his shirt. there is nothing he can do to hide his kiss swollen lips or the hickies you left.

he swallows the glass of whiskey as yua enters the living room. you stand immediately upon her entrance. she is rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"i was wondering where you went." she does not seem suspicious but the thought of how close you were to getting caught has your stomach churning. nanami cannot bring himself to look at his daughter as she draws closer.

"i was just." your hands are clammy with sweat "tasting some of your dad's whiskey." she pursues her lips.

"ew, don't drink that old man alcohol." she dramatically says with a disgusted expression. "let's go upstairs." she does not have to say it twice because you walk in that direction like you were awaiting a cue.

"night, dad." she calls and you faintly hear him say it back.

you wonder what he is thinking.

you lie next to yua with the feeling of kento's lips etched into yours.

---

nanami is avoiding you.

without a doubt.

the last time his stony eyes met yours was that night he so raptly kissed you.

the same night he told you he would not take back the things he said.

his actions show anything but that.

nanami does not stay in the room when you are around.

he picks yua and you up from university and he does not spare you a glance.

he does all those little things to create distance but he has not stopped asking you about your day. he has not stopped making sure you are okay.

that is why he is everything to you.

yua is not home but you are. you are at nanami's house like it is your own.

you are clad in a pink dress. one you have worn before, one kento has seen you in. you have the memory of his eyes roving over your figure before he looked away.

his eyes lingered on the fabric flowing around your thighs, and the exposed skin of your legs. he knew it was wrong.

you perk up when the door opens and he steps inside. his shirt is rolled up to his elbows, the tan material of his pants conform to his thick thighs, you are breathless. he stills for a moment when he sees you, glimpsing away as he slips off his shoes.

he slackens his tie as he walks towards the living room. your eyes focus on the way his forearm flexes. nanami is too handsome for his own good. you wonder if he knows just how attractive he is.

he pauses, focusing on your dress but he's more concerned with asking a question you have been longing to hear.

"are you doing okay?" he lowly mumbles. for the past few days he has not let you speak past saying you are fine.

he has not let you bind him up in your web like he knows you will if he spares you a few minutes of his time. if he hears your voice for long enough nanami is going to let the part of him aching to have you win.

"i'm not." your heart quickens when his concern etches over his features. his brows contort and his eyes grow alert.

"what's wrong?" he comes closer, you can hear it in his voice. how worried he is.

"everything." you have nanami wrapped around your finger.

he only comes closer and closer. "did something happen at home?" you do not answer him. he sits beside you, his hands reaching for yours.

"tell me if something happened."

your eyes trail over his expression, his straight nose and defined jawline, his pink lips and sunken cheeks.

how can you not like him?

you wonder if he can see how willing you are to give yourself to him. that you would let him have you anyway he wants. that you would do anything if it meant he would be yours.

nanami jerks when your hands pull away and you lower yourself onto your knees in front of him.

your fingers find the stiff muscle of his thighs and he tenses when you look up at him.

"what are you doing?" his voice is low, you can practically hear the forced restraint.

"there's something i've wanted to say to you." you bat your pretty lashes and nanami swears he is on the precipice of no control. he swears he is about to give into the sick and twisted part of him.

he can't do this. he can't let you in. even though every part of him is begging him to.

his jaw locks, he breathes an exasperated breath before pinching the bridge of his nose. "yn." he always says your name with such affection but right now you can find an ounce of it in his voice. "this can't happen. if you don't get over whatever this is, i'm going to make it hurt."

his voice is so stern, it makes your thighs press together and despite his effort to ward you off, your hands trail higher on the planes of his toned legs. you can feel the stiff bulging muscle beneath his khaki pants.

"then make it hurt."

nanami narrows his eyes.

"i know that it's wrong to want you but you make me feel okay. you're the only man who makes me feel safe, kento." his fingers ball into fists. you are pouring your heart out. "i know everything i feel for you, you feel for me too."

his gazes trails over you, nanami is being ripped to pieces and each of them are being crushed. he should not but he is looking at your lips. he is looking at them while they form every word and his thoughts are straying.

his thighs flex beneath your palms. nanami wonders what you are getting out of this beside wrecking him. besides witnessing him fall apart.

he does not say a word but he does not push you away and that is all you need to continue.

"and i can be anything you want." his jaw clenches so hard if aches as your eyes drop to the bulge impressing against his pants. "i only see you, i only want you. i can be your woman, kento." he swallows hard when you finish.

you hands trail further on his thighs, you can see his jaw clenching. he breathes harder.

"how?" his voice is low, it's hesitant like it's fighting to get out when he wants to stay mum.

"i'll get on my knees for you." you already are. you perched on your knees between his legs and all kento can think about is seeing what you would look like gagging on his cock. "i'll let you fuck me."

"you'll let me fuck you." he rolls the words around in his mouth. this is wrong, it is all so wrong. then, why does it feel so right? and why does he craving the feeling of your slick cunt wrapped around him rather than imagining it.

"how long have you wanted to tell me that?" he pauses, he cannot put together his words. he cannot form a coherent thought. "how long have you been waiting here... in that dress?"

nanami has thought about you in this dress more times than he would like to admit. his gaze weighs heavy on you. it is so intense you feel like shrinking away but you do not because this is nanami.

"i've wanted to say it since i met you." your voice comes out softly.

finally, finally he leans in. finally his large hand finds the strands of your hair and he comes closer. "you want to be my woman? then what should you do when you're in this position? what should you do when you're on your knees?"

you shiver at his words, a shaky hum vibrating through you. your back arches almost instinctively, your hands tightening on his thighs but they are so big and so tense you swear your grip is slipping.

"you'll open that mouth for me? you're going to part these pretty lips like you're begging me to stick something between them. won't you?"

"i will, kento." the way your body aches for him is far too intense. his cheek bones tighten at your agreement. at how easily you give in.

nanami wishes you would at least tell him no because he would leave you alone. you do not tell him no. you never do. it is like every time you ask him for more.

denying you is only getting harder.

his hand slips lower, grazing your neck and all you can think about is that he is touching you. he is touching you and you will think about it forever. you will memorise every line on his hand and every callous on it and keep it in your mind.

his biceps strain beneath his dress shirt, somehow, someway, he looks bigger when his hands are on you.

"tell me what you're opening your mouth for."

"your cock."

nanami grits his teeth. he has to close his eyes to gain some sort of composure.

your eyes trail over to his erection and you can clearly see it. the imprint is tight against his pants and begging for some relief. his cock begs for your attention.

his chest heaves. he shakes you by your nape to bring your attention to his face. where his glasses are slipping down the bridge of his nose and his eyes are dark. where he looks too gorgeous.

"you can't have it."

your brows raise, your lips part and nanami wants to kiss you. he wants to feel your mouth on his again.

"why?" you think he will spew you the same story that this is wrong, that he cannot be with you and you know exactly why. you are not prepared for what he does say.

"because it's too big for you. it won't fit in this little mouth, you won't be able to suck it how i like. you can't." you shake your head in protest. you want to tell him that you can. you will.

"cause my cock is too thick and too long, for you. your hands won't be able to hold my cock properly, your fingers won't touch when you wrap around me. you think your mouth will? your little mouth can't take it, baby." he strokes your hair, his tone soft. "and you can't take it either. if i put my cock over this pretty face, it would touch your chin and go past your forehead with so much left. you can't take that so how will you be my woman?"

your mouth is full of sticky saliva and your panties are soaked. they are far from damp, in fact they are drenched with slick. your cunt pulses and your stomach is turning.

your entire body feels feverish.

"i can. i promise i will. i'll learn!" you are already salivating at the thought. "i know it's big, kento." why are you saying his name so salaciously? "but i just need to do it a few times and i'll be able to take it all."

his expression contorts in something you do not quite understand. his eyes are on your lips. like he can picture it already.

"you'll open your mouth whenever i want it? you'll suck my cock as many times as you need to get to the base? you'll let me stretch your lips even though it's too big for you and you can't handle it, until you can take every inch?"

your nails claw at his thighs, the air feels too thick to breathe.

you swear nanami has destroyed you.

you nod, a low whine in your throat.

"right. you'll suck my cock. it'll be so hard and so swollen. but you'll wrap that little mouth around it. you'll let me stuff it so full with my cock because i want to see it in your throat. i want to see how far it will reach because you want something that's too big for you. you can gag and drool and cry but all i'll care about is getting deep in this throat." nanami's hand grips your jaw, his thumb stroking over your lips that are damp with spit. "i know you'll be dripping everywhere, i know that pussy is going to make a mess between your legs while i take your mouth because she wants it too."

you are short circuiting. your brain has dissolved to mush and it is leaking from your ears. when he talks like that, how can you let go? how can you stay away?

"you're going to cry and i know you look so pretty when you cry. and you're going to try to get away when i have your lips wrapped around my cock. it's going to be so far in that tight throat, you won't be able to breathe, baby. all the spit dripping down your jaw and all the juice leaking from your cunt will mess up this pretty dress."

he is breathing so roughly, you can feel it hit your face, you can feel each huff.

you can see his chest heaving.

and you.

you are a mess. you are a catastrophic disaster. your pussy is sticky, no amount of clenching your thighs will rid you of the pulsating between your legs.

tears are leaking down your face and your mouth is webbed with saliva. you feel too hot, it washes over your entire body.

"you'll let me pump my cock into your mouth until i'm shooting cum in the back of this tight throat and you'll swallow every drop. won't you? you'll be good and drink it all down. you'll keep it in your belly, right?"

the whine you let out is whorish, it is so desperate. "i will, i will. i'll drink it all, i'll be good and take everything you give me."

nanami is angry, he is so angry.

"why are you agreeing with all the disgusting things i tell you?" he forces out through gritted teeth. his nose flares, his jaw is tight and fuck, he looks so sexy when he is mad.

your lips part but he does not let you speak. "do not let me talk to you like that. do not let me treat you like some slut because that's not what you are. understand me? the way i just spoke to you, never let someone speak that way again, not to you."

his hands gently coax through your hair. he is so gentle you want to melt. "i want you to go home and i want this to be the last time anything like this happens. that night and today, it can't happen again."

"i don't want to leave." you do not want to be away from him. it seems everything he tells you, goes in one ear and out the next.

"then i will." you swear you could cry when he releases you. you feel sick now that he is not touching you. you feel sick now that you cannot feel his fingers through your hair.

you stare up at him, silently begging for him to stay.

"i can't have sex with you." he lowly mutters.

"just once. once is enough." you are desperate. you grip at his thighs. truthfully, once would never suffice. you would never be content with having him once.

"who is it enough for? i'll have you once and that's it?"

all you want is to please him, all you want is to make him happy.

"then we can do it as much as you want!"

"do you hear yourself right now?" he forces out. nanami tugs off his glasses to swipe his hand over his face. you hold his arm but the second he stands you lose your grip.

you cannot truly stop nanami despite wanting to.

"i want you to remember this. i hope you remember that i turned my back on you and i walked away. that's happened to you before, right?" there is no conviction in his voice but your body tenses where you are still perched on your knees.

you really just might cry.

been thinking abt this nanami for a whileee

[jaegerbby]

i started playing love and deep space .... my mind is blown and my thoughts are not mine. i HAVE to start writing for them

i genuinely don't have a fav, they're all sexy and i'm obsessed with them

[jaegerbby]

you writing about girls with small boobs makes me feel so much more confident in body lol

as a member of the committee i have to represent !! & it boosts my confidence too ngl

[jaegerbby]

hello, this is the draken simp from previous asks that accidentally spammed your askbox 😭, side-eying aya in your gojo fic (company) and was super excited, asked questions and briefly talked about your draken fic (triggered) i never ended up labeling myself but ill sign off with an emoji to make it easier 😊 i also apologize for how long this is since i typed it in my notes 💀

this is so late but omg i read triggered (i read it as soon as i got the post notification but didn’t get to formally send a response) and it was brilliant!!

typically i like possessive lovers but in the soft way (bc at least its easier for me read that they like me through their actions and nonverbal/verbal cues) but i did enjoy how you portrayed the possessive traits and how you prefaced the theme throughout your writing

my feelings were all over the place with this one ngl bc i feel like the reader doesn’t really have a stable support system like everyone else for the most part and it makes me sad bc when will reader be loved the way they give love…being a second option really resonated with me bc i’m usually a filler in the lives of others. also fuck both of them fr, idk if emma is aware of the situation but i felt something isn’t right anyway when i was reading it so if she knows, double fuck her too 😭 here’s to draken either getting his karma/reader getting their lick back or attempting to get his shit together bc the road to redemption will def be long)

i loved that mitsuya was there for reader as a friend and genuine support system and that the budding feelings whether they were platonic or not were organic/genuine and allowed reader to not be in a constant state of pain for at least a little bit

the last scene was intense and had me like “huh?!?! wtf…. “ “so does he finally actually love reader bc if he does, i hope he knows that making it up to reader will be extensive due to amount of time he was making reader upset…” bc it almost seemed that way but i was scared of interpreting it wrong??? but then my traumatized ass was like “nvm, it’s a trauma bond and the cycle will rinse and repeat since he was terrible to reader and it’s giving the whole liking someone for the idea of them”. idk who will be endgame or who i want to be endgame personally bc it depends on the rest of the plot. i really enjoyed the way you fleshed out the fic so far; it’s officially one of my favorite draken fics to date <333

i think you said there were two parts so i can’t wait to see what’s next. please make sure to not push yourself too hard as well 💗

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omg my first emoji anon 🩷

sorry for the late response

in triggered it really was about portraying the misbalance in a toxic relationship. and how irredeemable draken's actions are

mitsuya is a sweethearttt ! and again it emphasises someone who cares vs someone who doesn't. but draken is selfish and he can't let yn be with someone else. especially someone better than him

from my experiences as well, the cycle always continues but the dynamic of their relationship has shifted after everything that happened

i can't confirm when the second part will be completed

but i do look forward to more asks from you

[jaegerbby]

I loved your naoya reincarnation fic and can’t stop rereading it, it’s amazing!!

thank u so much <3

naoya's so popular might have to release a fic for him asap 🫢