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NOW LIVE: BUILDING A BOND feat. t. fushiguro

SUMMARY: when your parents get you a job as a psychologist at the prison, you don't expect to take such an interest in one of the inmates.

CONTENT WARNINGS: inmate! toji! x psychologist! fem! reader, smut, mdni, modern prison au, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, clit play, fingering, finger sucking, nipple sucking, slight choking, toji is kind of degrading, oral (f. & m. receiving), p in v, cow girl, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), panty stealing, nicknames (Doc, slut, dirty girl, nasty girl, good girl) wc: 4,117

"I'm sorry—what?"

"Look sweetie, you said it yourself. You went to school so that you could help people, and what's more helpful than being a psychologist for the prison, hm?" your mother sat next to you on the couch one arm around your shoulders and the other holding your hand.

"Your mother is right sweetie, this has been your dream since you were a little girl," your father speaks up from his desk.

"Working at a prison was not my dream," your arms are folded across your chest. "When I got my degree, I was thinking more of a cute office where I talk to children and teens to help them. Not grown men who did who knows what to get themselves in a prison," you slightly yell getting off the couch and standing in front of your father's desk.

"I get it sweetie, but if I didn't think you were the right one for this position, I wouldn't have volunteered you," your father gets up from his desk and walks over to you. He places his hands on both your shoulders, sighing, "You are the smartest, most compassionate young woman I've ever met. I know it's not the job you wanted, but maybe it's the job you needed."

Maybe he was right, I mean these men weren't emotionally stable and it could benefit them to talk to you.

The next day you were dressed in a black pantsuit with black flats, making sure to not have any flashy jewelry on. When arriving you had to go through extensive security, to make sure you didn't have any contraband, or anything harmful that could be used against you.

"You're the new psychologist aren't you?" A tall man with white hair asks you as you're leaving the security office. He was also dressed in all black, but with a vest that had police stitched on it in white.

"What gave it away?" you ask with a raised eyebrow. He tilts his head eyeing your outfit.

"You're cheerful being here," he laughs, hands now on the vest with the many pockets, and you notice the gun on his hip.

"I'm just trying to be hopeful that I can help these men in some way," you say running your hands down your shirt.

"I admire that, hope is not something that people have in here. Maybe you'll change that," you give him a small smile. "I'm Gojo, by the way. I'll be your security guard for the day."

"Just the day?" you follow him down a long hallway.

"Like me already?" you roll your eyes with a light laugh. "I'm messing with ya' sweetheart. Each day every guard has a different place we'll be in the prison. Mine is sadly guarding solitary the next couple days."

You hum in response and continue to follow him until you're in the medical bay. You meet the nurses, desk attendants, and other guards before Gojo takes you to your office. You give him a thanks as you put you're bag down looking around the room.

Empty white walls, a two-person cream-colored sofa, and a white desk with a matching chair. Very bland, but anything else added and it could've been used against you. Sitting at the desk you start to take a look at the files of the patients who would be visiting you. Some have a tragic back story, other don't, and you started to feel a bit overwhelmed. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you calmed yourself down just as a knock was heard on the door.

"Come in!" Gojo comes in with a long black-haired inmate who has an unidentifiable expression on his face.

"Cuffs on or off?" Gojo questions. You think on it for a second then tell him off. Letting the inmates not have their cuffs on shows you have some type of trust in them and helps build the bond for them to trust you.

"Behave yourself, Geto," Gojo starts to walk out of the office before turning to you again. "Remember, just yell or push the panic button and I'll come right in."

"Thanks," you smile at him before motioning for Geto to have a seat on your couch. He does and the two of you talk, he opens up quite a bit about how he feels about him being in here and why he's even in here in the first place. It's a great start to your day and every patient after Geto is pretty up or down. Either they wanna talk or they give you a hard time, but it's only the first day.

Your last patient comes in while you're fixing all the files on your desk, clearing his throat to let you know of his presence. You're eyes trailed up his body, black uniform pants, black wife-beater, his big beefy arms decorated in black ink, and a cocky little smirk plastered on his face. You look down at your schedule to see his name and you give him a smile then tell Gojo it's okay to take off his cuffs.

"You sure sweetheart, I'm a dangerous man," his eyes are staring right into yours, his smirk never leaving his face. Gojo leaves when you give him a nod and you gesture to the sofa for the new patient to sit down.

"Is that how you see yourself, Toji? Dangerous?" He leans his body back relaxing into the seat with a sigh.

"Of course, I do, Doc. I've hurt people, had blood on my hands. I know I'm dangerous," his eyes are watching you as you write down in your notes, before looking at him again.

"Are you proud of that?" you question tilting your head.

He puts a finger on his chin like he was thinking before letting out a laugh, "I am actually." Standing up from the sofa, he walks over to where you're sitting, leaning over you and the desk, "I did what I had to do to protect the ones I love. I had my reasons."

Before you could even respond, he was walking out the door, "Thanks for the session, Doc."

Re-reading Toji's file, you notice that it says he has a son and a daughter and was married before the incident. Your heart sinks thinking about how his kids must feel not having their father, even more so how Toji must feel not being able to be with his kids. He's right, he has his reasons for doing what he did, even as violent as it was, it was for the people he cared about.

The next few days Toji didn't show back up to the office, and honestly, you were worried about him. That Thursday when Gojo was your security guard again you ask him about Toji.

"He seems angrier than normal, and he hasn't said a word since he left your office on Monday,"  you were looking around the yard, spectating how the inmates engaged with one another or just with themselves. You saw Toji lifting weights in the corner of the yard, he was by himself, no one daring to come up and intrude. "Don't dwell too much, he'll come talk to you when the time is right. Just like the rest of these men."

The next day you go through your appointments, some of your patients opening up more than when you first meet them, making sure you tell each of them that you're proud of the progress they're making. You started to pack up for the weekend when it was time for Toji's appointment, knowing he wasn't coming, until a knock at your door startles you.

"Come in!" Toji walks through the door, head high, and another smirk on his face as Gojo walks in behind him, hands holding Toji's cuffed ones behind his back.

"He asked me to bring him." You smile lightly then gesture for Gojo to take off the cuffs before he leaves your office. Toji sits down on the sofa while you lean on your desk, giving him your full attention. Your eyes wandered on his body, seeing a few red marks and some sweat.

"My eyes are up here, sweetheart," you laugh slightly embarrassed, eyes staring right into his.

"I heard you don't work weekends, so I wanted to come talk to you before you left."

"Of course. What is it you would like to talk about?" you ask hand clasped in your lap.

"I want to apologize for my actions on Monday. I am not the talking type and never really have been, probably why my marriages haven't worked out." He whispered the last part, and you jotted that down in your head. "You were just doing your job and I don't need to make it any harder."

"I appreciate you apologizing Toji but know you didn't have to. I don't understand what's it like to be here, but I know that this environment isn't the best one to make you feel like you want to open up about your feelings," you smile and it warms his heart. "You don't have to come every day if it feels like too much for you. We can start at whatever pace it is you want if you even want to come to talk to me."

"Thanks, Doc, and I'm fine with meeting every day. I'm hoping that talking to you will help me get on parol so I can see my kids." He's being sincere and you admire that.

"As long as you make me believe that you've learned your lesson about being in here, I will get you parol, Toji," you give him a genuine smile and he returns it.

"I want to be a better man, for my kids," and for the next couple weeks, he saw you every day. During the first two weeks, he was still having a hard time being completely honest about his feelings, telling you small details about how he ended up here, or about his childhood. You didn't push him though, you didn't push any of your patients. Building trust with them is about letting them learn to trust you at their own pace, letting them open up at their speed, and as long as you give them the time to open up, your job will be easier.

Around the second month of Toji coming in every day, he felt himself become so intrigued with you. Whenever you weren't around, you were all he could think about, your eyes that drew him in whenever he looked at them too long, your legs that he couldn't stop thinking about wrapping around his waist as he pounded into you, and your pretty full lips that he imagines is his hand when fisting his cock late at night in his cell.

It would be a lie if you said you didn't think about him that way either. How could you not? Always having his big beefy biceps on display when he wore a wife beater. His uniform pants hung low on his hips and as soon as he sat down they were tight and you could see the print of dick against his thigh.

You always sat behind your desk when you met with your patients, so it was no different when it came to Toji, which made it easier to hide the fact that you were clenching your thighs together to release the tension you felt between your legs. Then one day as you were about to sit down at your desk Toji asks if you would sit next to him instead.

"I don't think it's appropriate to be so close to one of my patients," you smile and you could see a small pout on his face.

"Don't you want your patients to feel comfortable and feel you are building a bond with them?" He tilts his head and you laugh, knowing what he's doing. You grab your notebook and pen and sit at the other end of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. He smiles at you and places both his hands in his lap, hinting he won't try anything.

"We haven't gotten into your past relationships. Would you like to talk about your ex-wives or anyone you've been involved with?"

"Like people I've fucked?" he smirks and you shake your head looking down at your notepad.

"If that has anything to do with the person you are today or why you ended up here then sure."

"Sure it does, I mean how else would I have gotten two kids in this world without fucking some pretty girls," you rolled your eyes. "You have any kids, Doc?"

"No, I don't."

"Why not?" he questions.

"Toji, we're here to talk about you—”

"We're building a bond," your body leans back on the sofa letting out a sigh.

"I'm just not the motherly type," you tap your pen lightly against the notepad.

"So you just have casual sex then, nothing serious?" you can see the small smirk on his face.

"What does my sex life have to do with you?" you put your pen down and look at him.

"I'm just curious, Doc, wanna get to know you," he's grinning, trying to get in your head.

You raise your eyebrow, "Asking me about sex is getting to know me?" All he does is nod his head and you roll your eyes mumbling a 'fine.'

You turn your body towards him still leaning against the couch with your legs crossed, "Yes, I just have casual sex."

"Is it.....good?"

You laughed a little at the question, "I mean sometimes it is, other times not so much."

"What's the kind of sex you like?" his lip was between his teeth, he's just curious.

You tapped your chin with your finger in thought, "I don't know, I like it all." You looked at Toji, eyes scanning over his muscular arms, then down to his pants where you could see him getting hard. "Most of the time, sex just depends on the mood that's set."

"So what's the mood that's set right now?" your eyes widened at how forward the question was, clearing your throat as you looked away from him.

"Toji—"

"You know you want to, Doc," he slides his hand from off his lap and onto your leg. He was running his fingers back and forth on your smooth skin, your body felt hot and a shock of electricity ran up your back. You knew this was wrong, so so wrong, but it just felt so right.

He leaned his bigger body closer to yours, lips ghosting right over the shell of your ear as his hand pushed off your notepad and pen, making its way under your tight pencil skirt and rubbing his fingers over your panties, "Such a dirty girl getting all wet for an inmate."

You did feel dirty, about to fuck your patient in your office of a prison, it was disgusting, but your pussy has never been wetter at the thought. You turned his head towards you bringing him into a heated kiss. His tongue was exploring your mouth as his fingers were sliding your panties over to rub circles on your clit. Moaning in his mouth, he smirked against your lips, "Lemme eat your pussy, Doc."

He stood up from the couch, fingers still massaging your clit as his lips are still entangled with yours. A string of saliva connects your lips as he bends down in front of you, both hands grabbing your thighs and spreading them apart. He can see a wet spot on your panties, and swipes his tongue across the spot, briefly tasting your bitter juice and letting out a moan, "Didn't think I'd miss eating pussy, but God I did."

He pulls your panties down and off your legs making sure to slide them in his pockets, then uses two fingers to spread your folds apart, exposing your glossy pussy to the cold air in your office, "You have such a pretty pussy, Doc."

Letting out a needy whine when you feel his breath against your cunt, it causes your aching hole to clench around nothing, Toji's eyes widened at the sight, "Toji... please just eat my pussy!"

He smirks at your whining, leaning his head down to kiss your clit, "Your such a nasty girl..." His tongue slid down your folds, breathing in your scent, "acting like a slut for an inmate." Your head is leaned back against the couch, moaning at the contact from his warm tongue. His tongue is circling your clit before he's closing his lips around it, sucking the nub into his mouth.

"Mmm—Toji!" your moans are music to his ears as your thighs are squeezing around his head. He's so messy, practically making out with your pussy, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, "Mouth feels....so good." Your fingers are tangled in his black hair, as your rutting against his face, and he's moaning at your taste.

He slides one hand up your body, tapping his fingers on your lips, and you open your mouth allowing two of his thick digits to sit on your tongue as you suck on them, "You gotta be quiet dirty girl, don't want us to get caught, huh?" You nod your head, legs lightly shaking around his head, as he continues to lap at your messy cunt.

Your clit feels tingly as you feel a hot feeling of pleasure bubbling in your lower stomach, your toes are curling, and Toji's name is rolling off your tongue like a song. He laughs lowly, the vibration sending a shock up your spine, "Aw, Doc, you gonna cum already?"

His eyes are looking right into yours as you nod your head frantically, still sucking on his fingers. Your roll your hips into his face, chasing your orgasm, fingers gripping onto his hair, and right as he starts flicking his tongue against your clit once more, your legs are shutting around his head as your back arches off the couch, "Fuck, fuck—Toji I'm cumming!" He continues to slurp at your cunt, getting you through your orgasm, hand rubbing your thigh soothingly.

"God, your pussy tastes so good," he smiles wide as he's licking his lips, and removes his fingers from your mouth. You steady your breathing as you open your eyes seeing his dopey grin.

"You know for you to have been in here for 5 years, you're good at eating pussy," you laugh sitting up on the couch, then bring him into a slow sloppy kiss, letting your hand trail down and rub against the bulge that was in his pants.

"I don't have time for teasing, sweetheart, I'm already on edge from eating your pussy," he groans against your lips.

"Then stand up," he was quick to stand to his feet, your eyes looking right up at him as your sat on the couch. You kiss against this clothed bulge, fanning your breath over it and his head is leaning back.

"Fuck, Doc, just take it out," your hands are pulling down his pants just past his balls, eyes widening at the size of his cock.

"So big," you moan licking the underside of his cock and your eyes are watching his expressions. His lip between his teeth, eyes screwed shut, and his big hand holding the back of your neck. Parting your lips letting just his tip past your lips, tasting the salty pre-cum that was leaking. You swirl your tongue around his tip, then widen your mouth to take more of his length while a hand fondles his balls.

Bobbing your head taking most of his fat cock, he's groaning and bucking his hips into your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag, "Yeah, gag on my cock, Doc." He's watching you with dark, hungry eyes, as breathy, deep moans slip past his lips, he's struggling to keep himself quiet, "Such a good girl, with a filthy mouth."

You moan at his dirty talk, fingers massaging his warm squishy balls, as you relax your mouth deep throating him as best you could. He squeezed the back of your neck pulling you off his cock then leaned down to kiss you, shoving his tongue in your mouth, "Feel like a fucking virgin 'bout to cum in 2 seconds."

Spitting on his fingers, he rubs your clit, then stuffs two of his fingers in your wet hole, you instantly spread your legs, and moan against his lips, "Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Doc."

"I don't know—mmm—just put it inside me," he's kissing you again before a hand wraps around your neck and he's whispering in your ear.

"Ride this dick," he pulls his fingers out of your soaking cunt, you rise to your feet quickly, switching places with him so he's now sat on the couch. He grabs each of your thighs placing them on the sides of his so you're straddling him, hands on your hips as yours are around his neck.

He guides you down on his length, both of you moaning feeling the stretch, "Fuck, pussy's so tight." Once you're fully sat on Toji's thighs, he doesn't rush you, letting you get used to him, kissing on your neck, then sliding up your sweater to expose your boobs, sucking on one of your nipples.

Your rise your hips until it's just his tip that's in you before sliding back down, taking him fully again. You keep the slow pace of riding him, as his hands are rubbing softly on your hips, lips still sucking on your hard nipple as you moan his name. "Toji feels soo good," you whine head leaning in the crook of his neck.

"How about you speed up for me?" you do as your told, lifting your hips again and then slamming them back down on his thighs. Your ass continues to slap against his thighs, the sound of how of wet you are filling the room. Toji moans in your ear about how wet your pussy is, you can't do anything besides moan his name, so intoxicated with the feeling of him filling you up.

Your legs were starting to give out, Toji could feel you slowing down, so he moved his hands under your ass slamming you down on his cock as he started to thrust up meeting you halfway. Kneading the flesh of your ass before smacking it, you let out a yelp clenching around his shaft and Toji's head fell back against the couch, "Fuck, Doc, pussy so good, you're gonna make me cum already."

He moves one hand to play with your puffy clit, and you moan loud in his ear, making him turn his head and capture your lips in a kiss, shushing you. You grind your hips into his fingers and within a minute your creaming all over his cock, squeezing him with your gummy walls, and he's coming right after you. Lifting you off of him and cumming on your stomach, with a loud moan of your name.

Your forehead is leaning against his as you both calm your breathing down before you're lifting off of him and heading to your desk to grab tissues to wipe off his cum. "For an inmate, your stamina ain't too bad," you laugh fixing your clothes.

"Well if we make this a regular thing, it could get better," he's pulling his pants back up, his eyes glued to you. Before you could respond there was a knock on the door, you both look at each other before he sat back down on the couch and you sitting at your desk.

"Come in!" you yell and Gojo walks in with a concerned look on his face.

"Everything okay? You guys took longer than normal?" Gojo questions arms crossed against this chest.

"Yeah, I was just crying about my past," Toji pouts and Gojo scoffs.

"Yeah right," Gojo leans against the door frame.

"I was explaining to him about my past, and it got a little emotional," you explain. "Building a bond with my patients requires trust on both ends."

"Hm, makes sense," he walks over closer to Toji. "But I'm going to have to break up this bonding moment, all inmates need to be in their cells."

You nod in understanding, and Toji stands up, hands behind his back, so Gojo can put on the cuffs. "Same time tomorrow, Doc?" Toji looks towards his pocket where your pink panties are sticking out with a smirk.

Your eyes widen as you force a smile, "Same time tomorrow."

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NOW LIVE: IN A TRANCE feat. e. jaeger

SUMMARY: eren feels like you have him in in a trance

CONTENT WARNINGS: college! plug! eren x fem! reader, smut, mdni, college au, smoking weed, reader has piereced nipples and belly piercing, dub con (both eren & reader are high), neck kissing/sucking, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), face sitting, hand job, pussy drunk eren, nickname (pretty girl), slight dirty talk, wc. 1,957

Eren Jaeger was the well know dealer around the campus, even having some clients that didn't attend the university. So it shouldn't have surprised him when it's you walking out of the apartment building he was sitting in front of waiting to make a delivery.

He had received a text earlier that day from someone saying they needed weed to help them relieve some stress from exams, and the person didn't live far, just on the opposite side of his apartment complex, so he didn't mind driving. Now seeing that it was you he was texting, he felt his heartbeat pick up the closer you got to his car.

From the moment he saw you on campus you've had him under your spell. Every time he would pass you on campus or see you at a party, it was like he was in a movie scene where the girl has a light from heaven shining on her and everything else around her was blurry.

Sometimes his jaw would fall open, Armin wiping the side of his mouth while saying, "Close up pretty boy, you're drooling." The comment making Jean and Connie laugh also adds to the teasing, resulting in Eren punching both boys in the arm and muttering a 'shut up.'

You clouded his thoughts, even when you weren't around somehow, distracting him while doing homework, playing the game, hanging out with friends, and even smoking. Just from locking eyes with you for one second, you were all this man could think about.

Hearing a knock on his window pulls him out of his thoughts and he rolls the window down, greeting you with a smile.

"Thank you so much for doing this," holding out your hand to give him the $30, he counts it before handing you 15. "You said it was 30."

He shakes his head, handing you the small baggy, "New customer deal." He had never given a new customer a 50% off deal before, but for you, he made the exception.

"I appreciate that Eren," and then your face contorts into a small pout. "Uh...actually, do you think you could roll these for me? I've never rolled one before."

"Oh yeah, definitely," he holds his hand out for the bag.

"How about you come up to my apartment?" You put your hands on your face in embarrassment, laughing a little. "Sorry if I sound forward or weird, I just would rather you be comfortable since I'm making you do more work.

He agrees saying it's not weird and gets out of his car following you into the building. Opening the door to your apartment he's greeted with a warm scent of vanilla as he looks around. Your lights are dim, soft sounds of Rick and Morty playing on your tv that's mounted on a wall, and a few pictures of you with friends and family next to it.

You gesture for him to sit on your couch making room on the small table you had in front of it for him to use. You sat on the smaller sofa on the opposite side of the couch pulling your legs up to your chest.

"You a smoker?" he questions taking the weed out of the small baggy he had placing it in his grinder.

"Not really, I smoke at parties if my friends have some, but that's it," he nods, taking the weed out of the grinder and sprinkling it on the paper. "How long have you been dealing?"

Pursing his lips together, he looks up thinking, "About a year."

"Do you like it?" you question, head leaning against your arms.

"Yeah, it's not a hard job, drugs are always in demand, so I'll always have business," he explains. "and the pay is good."

Finishing up rolling your blunts, he smiles at you as he shows them to you, "Perfection."

"Thank you so much," you stand up, trying to hand him the other $15 but he puts his hand up stopping you.

"I told you, new customer deal," you follow him to your door, walking him out. "Text me if you need anything else."

Making it a weekly thing, you text him when you need some weed and he'll come up to your apartment to roll it for you. The more he comes over the more you two get to know each other, eventually asking him to just stay and smoke with you, since he was still giving you a discount even though you're not a new customer anymore.

You started inviting him to hang out at your place, not even wanting to smoke, just wanting to be around him. You would notice him just staring at you sometimes, snapping your fingers in his face and he'd just apologized with a laugh. It didn't bother you, not even close, it made you feel fuzzy all over, and you finally decided to ask him about it.

Your bedroom is filled with laughter and hip-hop playing softly in the background as you are both laid on your bed. His head felt fuzzy, you consuming his thoughts and he didn't even realize he was staring with a dopey grin on his face.

"Why do you do that?" you have the same dopey grin on your face as you're looking at him and Trance by Metro Boomin starts to play.

"Do what?" He raises his eyebrow nodding his head to the beat of the song.

"Stare at me. You do it a lot," you sit up against your bed frame, your hand scratching at his scalp. He had his hair in a bun, a few strands framing his face.

"I don't know . . . you're just pretty," he licks his lips, eyes still staring into yours.

"Shut up," you laugh and he closes his eyes, enjoying your fingers playing in his hair.

"I'm serious, you're so pretty," you don't say anything. You both just humming to the music.

"You know this song reminds me of you," you look down at him, his eyes still closed.

"Why's that?"

"Whenever I look at you, I feel like I'm in a trance," he moves his hand to run over your leg. "even randomly throughout the day I'll just start thinking about you."

You pushed his head to make him look away from you as your grinning, cheeks hurt, "That's just the weed talking."

"It's not, I swear," his eyes open. "The first time I saw you, way before I even brought you weed that first time, I felt like you were compelling me to just focus on you."

"You're so dramatic," you sigh head leaning back against the headboard.

"You were just so pretty, I couldn't even focus on anything else that day," he confessed. "Even after that, we never talked and you would randomly just pop up in my head."

You hid your face in his hand, giggling at his words, head feeling so hazy. Taking a peek at him from between your fingers, he lights the blunt that was sitting on your nightstand, and he just looks so good . . .

"Come here," he taps your thighs and you look at him confused cause you’re already so close. "Sit on my lap."

Without a second thought, you were straddling his lap, feeling his dick right against your thigh, and he lets out a small groan, as he is exhaling the smoke. His eyes are low and red, looking over your body. You're wearing a white camisole that stopped just above your belly piercing and black shorts that showed quite a bit of your ass.

His hand is rubbing your thigh, his lip caught between his teeth. Your hands go under his hoodie, lightly scraping your nails against his soft skin, licking your lips at how good he looks.

He's licking his dry lips as he's looking at you before taking another drag of the blunt. Grabbing your face he pulls you down so your lips are almost touching and he blows the smoke into your mouth while you inhale it. Closing the little space between you, your lips are pressed to his in a needy and heated kiss.

Hands comb through his hair as you're lightly grinding against him, needing to ease the sensation between your legs. He puts the bunt in the ashtray then both of his hands go down to your ass, groping and helping you grind against him. Your both moaning in each other's mouth, whiny breaths.

"Want you to sit on my face," he says between kisses with a smile. You peck his lips a few more times before crawling up his body so you're clothed pussy is hovering over his face. Using his index finger, he slides your shorts over revealing your glistening cunt. He nudged your clit with his nose, inhaling your scent, then blowing his breath on the nub watching you shiver.

Being impatient you sit down on his face and he hums burring his face between your thighs, tongue greedily lapping at your wet folds. You're grabbing onto the headboard, moans slipping from your lips, as he's flicking his tongue against your clit.

He's so loud as he slurps your essence from your dripping hole, feeling it clench around nothing against his lips. You're whimpering his name, fingers tugging at his brown locks, eyes looking down to meet his. "Taste . . so good," he's so pussy drunk already, loud moans vibrating against your lower lips.

Grinding your little puffy nub into his nose, his tongue slides into your drooling hole, penetrating it, feeling you squeeze his pink muscle. He's watching your eyes screwed shut, jaw slack, and head falling back.

He has the perfect few of your pebbled nipples poking through your shirt, as your chest rises and falls, the more you hump his face, "So pretty—riding my face."

You reach behind you rubbing your hand against his bulge and he's instantly grinding against it, so needy to be touched. You push his sweatpants down with the help of him raising his hips, and his dick flings out free. You give him a few pumps before spitting in your hand and stroking him again, "Ah—fuck."

He's so messy eating your pussy, nose and chin sticky with your arousal, desperately slurping at your pussy, the sounds getting louder and filthier, as your thighs twitch around his head. He's moaning and groaning, at the taste of your pussy and how good your hand feels wrapped around his dick.

Your legs are growing tired, shamelessly humping his face, feeling your orgasm almost hit its peak, "Gonna . . cum Eren."

His eyes are rolling back, mumbling something incoherent into your pussy as his hips are stuttering into your hand. He slides his hands from your ass up to your nipples, pinching and pulling at the buds, as you start to twist your wrist and squeeze his tip as you stroked his cock.

Holding his head still with the grip you had on his now messy bun, you feel your orgasm crash over you with a few screams of Eren's name, and he's following right behind you. Globs of cum coating your hand and his lower stomach, your hand still moving helping him ride out his orgasm.

When you both come down from your highs, you're sitting back on his thighs, Eren's face is glistening with your arousal, licking his lips savoring your taste. With a lazy grin on your face, you lean down giving him sloppy kisses, tasting yourself on his lips with a moan, "Taste so sweet, pretty girl."

Kissing down your neck to your chest, he's sucking on one of your nipples, tongue darting out licking around the cold metal hearts, while his fingers play with the other one, "Can I taste you again?"

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NOW LIVE: SWEET LIKE SUGAR feat. k. nanami

SUMMARY: nanami wasn't having any luck with dating, so his friends decided to tell him about being a sugar daddy

CONTENT WARNINGS: sugar daddy! professor! kento nanami x fem! black! reder, smut, mdni, modern au, sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics, age gap (reader is 20 and Nanami is 33), daddy kink, slight clit play, oral (f! receiving), p in v, missionary, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap kids), pet names (baby, sweetheart, daddy) wc: 4,151

Kento Nanami was a lonely man. No wife, no kids, no one to share his life with, and no one to take care of. He was alone, longing for companionship and his friends had noticed. Whenever he wasn't hanging out with them, he was spending his time by himself. Even though he would tell them he enjoyed his alone time, he wasn't good at hiding the fact that he was lonely.

His friends wanted to help him, so they invited him out for drinks at the bar, but what Nanami wasn't expecting was their suggestion for companionship.

"Being a sugar daddy?" Nanami questions while swirling his glass of whiskey. He had heard of it before, but he never considered the idea.

Geto is leaning against the bar, eyeing the bartender, "Yeah, you pay a sugar baby for their companionship or for them to have sex with you."

Nanami raised an eyebrow, "Paying for sex? Isn't that prostitution?"

"Well, technically yes, but you can discuss with your sugar baby what you both are comfortable with and what benefits you would both get from the arrangement," Gojo explains. "You've said it yourself, traditional dating wasn't working out for you, and a lot of men our age do it."

"Yeah, it's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about, Kento," Toji says, putting a hand on the man's shoulder.

Nanami takes a sip of his whiskey, pondering the idea in his head, "Have any of you a sugar baby?"

"I've had a couple of them actually," Gojo smirks looking towards the bartender raising his glass, silently asking for another drink. "That's how Leila and I met." Nanami's eyes widened, he never thought about it. Leila was 7 years younger than Gojo, but now they were engaged after being together for 5 years.

"I've had two before the one I have now," Geto looks down at his drink. "It feels nice to have someone to be around and talk to keep you from feeling alone."

"Just make sure to discuss what you both want from the arrangement before jumping into it," Toji gives Nanami a serious look. "You don't wanna pursue something that you're not comfortable with."

Nanami told his friends he was going to look into it and they were proud of him for making an effort. When Nanami arrived home, he rushed to his office, unlocked his computer, then searched sugar daddy, clicking on the first website that popped up.

Are you a successful and generous man seeking companionship? Create a profile to meet the sugar baby of your dreams!

He clicks I'm a sugar daddy, then join free to start making his profile. Nanami typed in his name, age, his occupation—raised an eyebrow at body type and height, but added it anyway. Then added personal details about himself, before he got stuck on the 'what are you looking for' question.

"What am I looking for?" he quietly questions himself. He ponders that question, trying to figure out how to put it in words without scaring people away.

I'm looking for a genuine Sugar Baby that I can spoil, spend time with, and hopefully one day come home to.

He thought he sounded desperate and maybe to some he would, but he was. He was longing for someone to care about him, to love him, to want to be with him. He is discouraged with himself that none of his relationships have worked in the past and he needs to feel something.

Clicking the complete profile button, he had to verify that he was himself, then his page was now able to be seen by other people. He looks towards the clock and lets out a sigh, seeing it was 2 am. Nanami shuts down his computer, mentally deciding to shower in the morning, and gets into bed.

Nanami woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing against the nightstand. Groaning in annoyance, he reaches for his phone, opening one of his eyes to turn off his alarm. He lays down for a few seconds before rolling out of bed, making sure to grab his phone, then heading to his bathroom to shower. As the hot water is hitting his back, he opens up the site he was on last night and is stunned seeing how many messages he's received from different sugar babies.

After going through each message and taking a look at their profile, one particular woman caught his eye, and it was you.

Y/n: Hi, your bio is so sweet!

Y/n: I also see you're a professor, what do you teach?

Your message brought a smile to his face, but then he swiped through your pictures and read your bio listing some of the things you enjoyed doing and he was hooked.

Nanami: Hello, thank you. I teach English. What degree are you pursuing?

Nanami had finished his shower and was brushing his teeth when he received an email that you had responded to him.

Y/n: I'm pursuing psychology, but I want to be a lawyer. How do you enjoy being a professor?

Nanami: I enjoy it quite a lot. I've wanted to teach since I was in high school and teaching college students always intrigued me.

Nanami: What made you want to be a lawyer?

Y/n: I've always wanted to be able to help people and change their lives for the better. I also like debating against people, it brings me joy

Nanami: Honesty, I like it. You're going to be a great lawyer one day.

He didn't want to leave you hanging like that, making the conversation seem short, but he was doubting that you would want to keep talking to him. It was hard to not doubt himself when all his past relationships didn't seem to workout, but who's to say this one won't? At the least, he'll have someone to keep him company. He took a deep breath and pushed himself to type his next message.

Nanami: I am enjoying talking to you, and was wondering if you would like to keep getting to know each other?

His heart was racing with every second that passed. You were taking forever to respond—it took 1 minute for your message bubble to pop up that you were typing and another minute for your message to pop up.

Y/n: I would love that! If you're free tonight I would love to give you a call.

He let out a breath of relief when he read your message.

Nanami: Of course, here's my number I can't wait to hear from you.

Throughout the rest of the day, Nanami was on edge about being on call with you tonight. It's been a while since he's talked on the phone with a woman. What would he say— what would you say?

By the time you had called Nanami, his nerves had calmed down a lot, especially when you were leading the conversation, so he could just bounce off what you said. You two had talked for a couple of hours, really hitting it off. The next couple two weeks were the same, spending a couple of hours each night just talking and enjoying each other's presence. You guys even got comfortable enough to go into detail about why each of you was even on the website.

"I know you need help with school, but you're a beautiful young girl. Why aren't you dating?" He could hear you sigh.

"I want to be, trust me I do, It's just—," you fell back onto your bed, hands covering your face. "I've tried dating and for some reason, it just doesn't work out. Growing up I watched movies that showed girls finding true love and it just doesn't seem to be real."

Nanami was quiet for a second, he understood how you felt. He's talked to his students before about how movies and books portray love, high school, college, and even sex. It's all a romanticized version of how the world is, but who's to say you can't make it real?

"Hey, don't get all quiet on me," you laugh a little trying to lighten the mood. "So, why aren't dating?"

"Every time I've tried a relationship or going on dates, she just ends up breaking things off." Nanami was staring up at his ceiling. "A couple of them have said it's because I'm too nice. So I honestly don't know."

"Too nice? I would take too nice over nonchalant or uncaring any day," you let out a laugh. "I don't know Nanami, you seem too perfect for you to have ended up on a sugar daddy site."

"Well, maybe you're the reason why I was on there. Fate bringing us together," you could hear the dramatics in his voice, but there was some truth behind his facade. "...but, you're not gonna know unless you go to dinner with me Friday night."

It was quiet on the other end of the line, Nanami feeling he messed up his chances with another—

"I guess I’ll just have to take you up on that offer," you had some smugness in your voice even though your mic was just muted as you cheered about him asking you out. You know it wasn't formerly a date, but maybe what he said earlier what right.

"Great! I'll text you all the details tomorrow," Nanami felt ecstatic.

"Sounds good. Goodnight Kento," your voice was soft and sweet. It made his heart swell.

"Goodnight Y/n.”

The next day, Nanami called around to a few different restaurants to see if any of them were available tomorrow night. There was a new restaurant that had just opened up, and they had a few more openings and let Nanami make reservations for the both of you. He also called the flower shop down the street from his house for a pickup order of a custom bouquet for you.

Once everything was set, he sent you a message confirming that you were still up for your meeting tomorrow.

Kento <3: Reservations for dinner tomorrow at 8. I would like to pick you up, but if you're not comfortable with that, I will pay for your ride there.

Pretty Girl: Aw Kento :(, ofc I would want you to pick me up. I'll text you my address tomorrow.

Pretty Girl: Are we still gonna call tonight?

God, you're the cutest, he thought.

Kento &lt;;3: Of course, sweetheart. I'll call you around 7.

Even though you guys spent the last two weeks talking to each other, neither of you was worried about not having anything to speak about tomorrow. The conversation between you two just flowed, it felt natural and not forced. Nanami was trying to hold himself back from getting attached too quickly because that's another issue he had and he didn't want to scare you away.

He woke up Friday morning feeling more excited than nervous. He spent a few hours doing mundane things around the house, just to keep himself busy, but around 3 he was quick to try and freshen himself up. Shaving his face, and his below area, just because he likes it better hairless. Gelling his hair perfectly, then trying on every suit he owned until he found the perfect one.

He left his home around 6 to pick up the bouquet he had made for you, wanting extra time for changes if need be. The colors were pretty and went well together, each flower was the same size, and there wasn't a thorn in sight. He paid the ladies, thanking them as he left the shop, before texting you he was on his way.

He was getting more nervous as he got to your apartment building. His palms were sweaty, his heart rate picked up, and he started to feel like he was on fire. Arriving at your home, he texted you he was in front of the building then grabbed the bouquet, leaning on the passenger side door of his car, waiting for you to show up in anticipation.

It felt like time was going so slow as he waited for you, and when he saw you it was even slower. In his head, you were walking in slow motion towards him. You're black satin dress with a slit on the side, hugging your body just right, black heels and clutch to math, your hair was perfect, bright smile with glossy lips, you were breathtaking.

He snapped himself out of his trance bringing you into a hug, then smiling at you while handing you your flowers. The two shades of pink were so pretty, and the bouquet itself was so big you needed two hands to carry it.

"Kento, these are beautiful," you were in awe looking between him and the flowers.

"Not as beautiful as you," you held the bouquet in one arm as he took one of your hands to kiss the back of it. Your eyes were watering and you had to take a couple deep breaths to calm down. It was just, you never received this type of treatment before and you didn't know how to handle it.

"Come on, let's get to dinner," he opens the passenger door for you, holding your hand to help you get in and situated, then jogging to the other side and getting it. While driving to the restaurant, your eyes were looking between Nanami and the road, he looked so good all dressed up and you could see his muscles through his suit, it was turning you on a bit, you had to shut your legs and rub your thighs to ease the tension.

"You okay, sweetheart?" The nickname was not helping.

"Yeah— yes, just think you look handsome is all," you give him a sincere smile and he returns it.

"Thank you."

The rest of the car ride was filled with small conversations, keeping yourself distracted from pouncing on the man you'd only just met 15 minutes ago. He opens your door, helps you out, then guides you with a hand on your back to the inside of the restaurant. He gives the waiter his name and y'all are instantly taken to the roof of the restaurant in a secluded spot.

He pulls your chair out, then pushes you in once you're seated, and goes to his chair. Looking around, there are arches covered in vines, lights going from one arch to another all around, some potted flowers and bushes, palm trees, and umbrellas pushed in a corner for when they're needed.

"Kento, this is....wow," there wasn't a good enough word to describe how beautiful this sight was.

"Do you like it?" he questioned, even though he knew you did.

"Like it—I love it, it's one of the prettiest places I've ever seen or been to," you had the biggest smile on your face and Nanami couldn't help but smile back. "Thank you for bringing me here and for the flowers."

At this point, a few tears were sliding down your cheeks. Nanami had made you feel something you've never felt before, cared for. You two had only known each other a few weeks and he did all of this for you.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," he didn't mean to make you cry, he just wanted you to feel happy. He got out of his seat, pulling you into his arms as you let out a few sobs. "Please don't cry, I didn't mean to upset you."

You pull out of the hug to tilt your head in confusion, "Upset me? This is the greatest thing anyone has ever done for me." You hug him again and then regain your composure and he goes back to his seat.

"I'm glad I could do this for you."

You go through the menu and pick out what you both want to eat, telling your waitress when she comes and introduces herself. Once you both have your drinks, you decide to discuss the terms of your arrangement. Agreeing on there being no expectations for sex, seeing each other at least once a week, and Nanami sending you $500 weekly, you guys were now official.

While you two had just started to eat, you noticed the sun was setting. You could barely eat your food, your attention on the perfect view you had of the sunset.

"I picked this time just so we could watch the sunset together," he grabs your hand giving it a small squeeze.

Nanami enjoyed spending the evening with you, he had paid the waiter for your food, and gave her a big tip, before following you out and getting you into the car. The ride to your place was a comfortable silence. Nanami's hand was placed on your thigh, his fingers running against your soft skin. His action was innocent, but that plus how sexy he looked was making you need to rub your thighs together again, to ease the pressure you felt on your clit.

Your lip was between your teeth and your eyes closed, trying to think about anything else besides Nanami and he glanced at you worryingly, "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

Ugh, that nickname again. He wasn't helping ease the dirty thoughts going through your head, "Nothing, I'm okay."

He was in front of your apartment building, his full attention on you. You weren't making eye contact with him, so he used his thumb and index finger to make you look at him, "Don't lie to me, baby. Just tell me what it is and I'll fix it."

You looked down at his hand on your thigh, then back up to his eyes, "I need you."

Your thighs were squeezing together so tight, he patted one, getting you to stop, "Where do you need me?" He was rubbing your inner thigh, fingers so close to where you wanted him.

You moved his hand that was on your thigh to your clothed pussy. He rubbed slow circles over your clit, hearing you let out little gasps and moans from his touch, but Nanami was a classy man, he wasn't gonna fuck you in his car, not the first time at least.

"Let's go in your apartment, baby," he instructed, and you got out of the car quickly, waiting for him to lock his car, then followed you into the building and to the elevator. You were holding his hand tight, trying to contain yourself. Once in the elevator, you pulled him to kiss you, practically grinding against him. Both of you let out little moans and grunts, your tongues exploring each other's mouths.

When the elevator dinged, you both pulled away from each other, getting out of the elevator. You pulled out our keys from your purse but were stumbling trying to get the key in the keyhole, so Nanami helped you and as soon as you were in the apartment, you were pushed up against your door. He made sure to lock it before dropping your keys to the floor and grabbing a fistful of your ass. Kneading the flesh, as you moaned in his mouth, he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom.

He placed you on the floor, pulling back from the kiss and turning you around so your back was facing him. Bringing his arms to wrap around your waist, he's kissing and sucking on your neck then leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your back as he pulls your dress straps down your arms. The dress falls to your feet, each heeled foot stepping out of the dress, as he still makes his way down your back to your ass. He uses both his hands to pull your ass cheeks apart and licks a stripe up your pussy, and you're already a moaning mess.

He realizes your heels are still on your feet, so before he's too pussy drunk to care, he tells you to get on the bed and you do as you are told, legs spread, and your wet little cunt on full display for him. He dives right in, sucking your little bud into his mouth, and his name is rolling off your tongue. The tip of his tongue is circling your clit before lapping and slurping at your juices.

"Mmm— Kento, feels so good," you whimper out as your hands are in Nanami's hair, and you're grinding your pussy against his face. He moans loving how you taste on his tongue, eyes looking at you through the valley of your breasts. Your thighs are shaking around his head, all he can hear is the wet sounds of him eating your pussy and you moaning his name.

"Fuck baby, you gonna cum on my tongue?" you nod your head, not being able to form words. Nanami flicks his tongue against your clit, then switches to circling it, before he sucks it into his mouth again and that sends you over the edge. You chant Nanami's name as your legs are squeezing around his head. His tongue is still lapping at your messy cunt and he's addicted to the taste of you.

"Pussy taste so good, baby," he kisses your clit a few times, then uses your ankles to pull you to the edge of the bed. His suit jacket and white button-up were off in seconds, your hands reaching to touch his muscular torso, eyes only concentrated on him.

"You're so sexy, Kento," he shoves his pants down his legs, stepping out of them, then leaning over your body, making out with you again. One of his hands on the side of your face, and the other in between your bodies, lining himself up with you. When he pushes into you at a slow pace, you both moan into each other's mouth at the feeling, your pussy sucking him in and his cock stretching you out. Your hands are clawing at his back, and your legs wrapping around his waist, to pull him deeper into you. When he's fully settled inside of you he can feel your pussy fluttering around his cock.

He pulls away from the kiss to place soft kisses along your jaw, cheeks, and then your ear, "You want me to fuck you, sweetheart." Your answer is quick and you repeat yes over and over until he's pulling out of you then sliding right back in. "How, hm? you want me to fuck you slow," he's thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace, and you're squirming under him.

"Kento— no, faster!"

He hums, kissing up your jaw again, then sucking on your earlobe, "Oh, you want it fast?" He connects your lips again, messily kissing your swollen lips, before he's fucking into you faster, and you can't help but scratch at his back, leaving red marks.

"Daddy feels—mmph—too good,” your head is back against the bed leaving your neck exposed, and his lips are sucking, licking, and kissing, all over your neck. His hands move down to hold at your thighs pushing them to your stomach, as his mouth trails down to one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it until it's standing straight up against his tongue. He sucks your other nipple while moving one of the hands that were on your thigh to thumb your clit. He's circling the engorged bub and feels you clenching around his cock.

"Mmm—fuck— you gonna cum, baby?" All you can reply is by saying his name and profanities over and over again like a mantra. Moving the hand that was still on your thigh up to your nipple, to flick and pinch it between his fingers, his mouth is on your other nipple, flicking his tongue around it and sucking it into his mouth. Your back was arching off the bed, pussy squeezing his cock so tight, a ring of your cum coating the base of his cock as he continued to fuck into you.

Pulling him down to you, it was your turn to pepper him in kisses on his jaw and cheeks, then sucking on his ear lobe. "I know you wanna cum, Daddy," your breath was fanning his ear. His thrusts were getting sloppy, him just rutting into you, chasing his orgasm. "Cum for me," he rutted into you a few more times before pulling out and jerking his cock, saying your name as his cum coated your stomach in his white sticky mess.

Nanami leaned over your body placing kisses all over your face, then kissing your lips. You looked up at him with a smile running your thumb across his cheekbone, “Do you wanna shower with me?” He circled his arms around your waist, pulling you off the bed and into his arms, then walked you over to your bathroom. He sits you on your counter pulling your lips to his in a deep kiss.

“Lemme fuck you in the shower.”

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