smartieblast

[ smartie / 19 / nanamis widow / olitz freak ]

𑣲⋆｡˚ my works!! (updating each time i post ) 𑣲⋆｡˚

damn you, mr nanami - nanami kento

life of the party - toji fushiguro

acts of service - hiromi higuruma

kinky love - gojo satoru

study session with your nerdy boyfriend satoru gojo in the library.. 𝜗ৎ 18+: hand job, semi-public, praise, submissive gojo.

it was always impossible for gojo to focus on the actual material and open books in front of him when studying with you.

you were such a distraction. he was in disbelief he was able to get a girlfriend in the first place, it still seems unreal to him. especially one who looked as pretty as you and he was just a pathetic disgustingly smart loser.

but tonight, he had an extra hard time focusing. you two have been in the library for almost two hours studying and he only has half of page of notes written down. which was unusual since he’d have multiple pages done in the very first hour.

you’d look up from your laptop screen and catch him staring at you, more times than you’d like to admit. he’d stop mid sentence while explaining something to you that you didn’t quite understand (perks of having a boyfriend with brains) and just stare at you.

“satoru.. are you okay?” you asked.

“huh- no yeah im fine, w-why?” his cheeks heated up.

“you’ve been staring at me so much, you have barely done any work.” you gestured over at his notebook.

satoru quickly glanced over at his nearly empty page then back at you, swallowing nervously, then shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“i just- i don’t know…i can’t really focus..” he says shyly, pushing up his glasses with a finger.

shifting in his seat again which made you to finally look down and that’s when you see what’s been causing satorus weird behavior.

the biggest bulge in your boyfriends pants. it seemed painful and you were so sure it was killing him on the inside.

you were surprised you didn’t catch on way before, you could always tell when satoru was horny. he was horrible at hiding it.

he’s been constantly staring and moving around in his seat so so many times for the past two hours and you’re noticing just know. poor guy. satoru was having wet, dirty thoughts about you, that’s why he couldn’t focus on studying.

“oh toru,” you sigh, smirking at him when he realized you noticed “you could’ve just said somethingg,”

“i-im sorry you just look so—mmph!” he moans when your palm makes contact with his bulge, rubbing him, feeling how hard he was.

“shhh, do you want me to take care of your problem?” you ask, “seems like it’s been bothering you all night.”

“b-but we’re in public, it’s against the rules, t-that would be inappropriate.” he says quietly, looking at you with those wide blue eyes.

“then let’s be inappropriate…” you wink at him.

you tugged at his zipper, then unbuttoned the button of his jeans. in a swift move, you pulled down both his jeans and boxers, his cock springing free.

satoru was biggg. but you knew that. you have already seen his cock multiple times, yet you get surprised every time you see it like it was the first time all over again because you still never expected that from such a nerdy looking guy like him.

you then brought your palm to your mouth, letting a glob of your spit land before wrapping your hand around his thick shaft.

his body jolted at your touch. you began slow, letting your hand take all his length from top to bottom. his chest rose up and down quickly, you’ve barely started and he was already loosing it. you picked up your pace, fisting his cock faster.

“f-fuckk—s-soo goodd…”

“shhh.. be quiet toruu…just finish your notes..”

satoru brought an arm over his face, making an attempt to cover his mouth and stop the whiny, pathetic sounds from coming out.

his face was flushed red, pearls of tears spilling down his red cheeks as he looked over at you. with his free hand he picked up the pencil again, trying his very best to concentrate and finish noting down a formula.

but his shaky, sweaty hands wouldn’t allow him to. the pleasure was too much for him, it was always too much for him.

the clock was about to hit midnight, meaning the library would close pretty soon. you two should be back at your dorms by now, but yet here you were, giving your needy boyfriend a hand job in the middle of a study session.

the library was empty, tall brown wooden book shelves surrounded you, no one could really see you. but whoever was still there, they could most likely hear you.

and satoru was doing a horrible job at keeping quiet as you fisted his thick cock. muffled moans slipped out his mouth every now and then, you would stop mid stroke and leave him on the edge.

but that would only make him cry out more.

“p-pleasee—i’m so close..” he whined, rolling his head back letting the pencil fall back onto his notebook.

you picked up your pace again, moving up and down on his long shaft, feeling every vein run down your palm.

“cum for me toru,” you leaned in whispering into his ear, jerking him off faster, encouraging his orgasm.

satoru let his head fall onto your shoulder, glasses slipping and falling onto the carpeted floor. he gripped tightly onto your plush thigh for support as his orgasm came through.

he uncontrollably and stupidly whined into your shoulder as you milked his cock dry with your hand. his teeth slightly biting down on the fabric of your black sleeve. warm, white liquid gushed out spilling all over his pretty pink tip.

“good boy toru, such a good boy,” you praised into his ear, feeling his cock twitch under your touch once more at the name calling he so immensely adored.

satoru lifted his head up from your shoulder. his tired eyes teared up, eyelashes wet, crimson cheeks, his white hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

“y-you love torturing me…” he mumbled embarrassed as he leaned down and picked up his glasses.

“yeah… but you love it when i do!” you giggle at him, “gosh you know everything but the definition of quiet.”

“stop.. you know i can’t be quiet when you do that…” he says flustered, putting his glasses back on.

you leaned in, capturing his lips with yours. the kiss was sloppy with intense desperation. satoru pathetically moaned into your mouth, both his hands landing on your hips and pulling you onto his lap.

“s-satoruu,” you whined in between kisses, “w-we can take this back at my dorm.”

satoru hummed into your mouth, “no—i wanna make you feel good now.”

you pull way and let out a breathless laugh, “is this your way of payback?”

“m-maybe..” he admits, his hand ghosting over your tits. “please, please i-i just want to touch you… so bad you don’t know how ba—”

“satoru.” you say firmly.

“y-yeah?” he says in a low tone, looking up at with you.

“just shut up and make it quick.”

pairing: law professor!hiromihiguruma x law student!fem!reader

law professor higuruma personally prepares you for tomorrow's exam in his office... ୨ৎ 18+: cunnilingus, fingering, praise, edging, spitting.

“what is the rule of law?”

your law professor — hiromi higuruma asked.

the question lingered in the air longer than needed.

not because you didn’t know the answer to the easiest question, but because you physically weren’t able to make yourself speak when broken moans and whines were the only sounds coming out of you.

the opportunity for individual reviewing/preparation sessions with your professor for tomorrow’s exam was offered to you.

you were serious about your education, therefore future career. becoming a lawyer was all you ever dreamed of.

how could you turn this opportunity down, offered by the genius himself?

so, here you were.

getting the preparation needed by your professor, but in its own unique way.

sitting on the edge of higurumas cold, wooden desk under the dim light of his office.

papers, important documents scattered everywhere on his desk and floor, mugs knocked down along with the pens inside.

and your brown pencil skirt hitched up to your hips, black panties on the floor.

strong, veiny hands gripping onto your flesh, spreading your thighs open to his desire as he kneeled in front of you.

his face buried deep between your thighs, the thick bridge of his nose rubbing against your puffy clit, as his tongue worked wonders at your needy cunt for every question you answered correctly to.

he’s made you cum three times already.

you were on a roll, answering every question correctly despite the struggle.

but now, as you felt your fourth orgasm approaching, your mind was blank.

eyes rolling to the back of your head, fingers gripping onto his desk, thighs quivering, out of breath, sweat rolling down your forehead.

the overstimulation was getting to you.

hitting you hard, making it more and more difficult for you to answer any of his questions.

but he didn’t stop.

he couldn’t, not when you tasted so addicting against his tongue. he wanted to reward you for being such a smart student.

he continued to feast off your pussy viciously, like he’s been starving for days.

“h-hiromii—” you managed to breathe out.

“that’s not an answer.” he muttered, pulling away from between your thighs, leaving you hanging.

you whined from desperation, making a lazy, failed attempt to push his head back into place.

“answer,” he demanded, “i know you know, you’re almost there.”

his hair messy, tie loosened and staring up at you with those droopy, tired, pussy-drunken eyes as he caressed the soft skin of your thighs with his thumb.

your professor looked so hot when he went down on you.

“l-law..” you finally broke out, “t-the rule of law, principle t-that g-government and c-citizens know the law.”

higuruma hummed, but not in an exactly satisfied manner.

“and?”

you looked down at him, teary eyed, face heated, drool on the side of your mouth.

“w-what?”

“you’re missing something, both know the law and what else?”

“and that t-they are ruled b-by it,” you breathed out, swallowing right after.

higuruma smirked up at you, two of his fingers teasingly rubbed on your worn out slit.

“that’s it, you got it, good girl.” he coed, then entered a finger slowly inside you.

“that was the easiest one out all the ones i’ve asked you, yet also the one you struggled the most on.”

your hips jerked, a long moan escaping your throat as his finger stretched you out, plunging in and out of your gummy walls.

“i-it’s too much at—fuckkk hiromi!”

sliding in another finger, curling inside you. he leaned in, letting a glob of his warm spit land onto your clit, his nose nudging against it, before invading it with his tongue hungrily.

“you taste so good, i can’t get enough of this.” he muttered between your thighs.

wet, sloshing sounds filled higurumas office as he finger fucked you. his fingers rubbing against your sweet spot, encouraging your fourth orgasm.

“c-close— s-so close hiromi—”

“mmm, not yet, two more questions yeah?” he teased, “i know you can do it.”

“hiromiii—p-please,” you whined.

“fine, fine,” he gives in, “since you’ve been so good.”

plunging in and out of you faster, his tongue giving your clit one long final lick before bringing it to his mouth and sucking hard.

your orgasm came through, destroying, electrifying you.

waves of pleasure crashing into you, limbs shaking uncontrollably, body weak, you felt like passing out right there on his desk.

your moans were uncontrollable.

you drenched your professors fingers. higuruma moaned to himself, his pupils dilated as he watched your pussy cry for him the fourth time.

he was addicted.

completely intoxicated by you.

“so perfect,” he breathes out before dragging his tongue down to your cunt, giving long harsh strokes, lapping over your entrance, cleaning every last drop.

his nose and chin glistening with your juices, dripping down to the collar of his white dressing shirt.

you were too weak, too weak the sounds leaving your mouth at this point were low sobs.

higuruma had destroyed you, in the best way possible.

“do you think you’re ready for tomorrow?” higuruma asked, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

you nodded your head frantically.

“words, please,” he said softly, as he planted soft kisses on your thighs.

“y-yes.”

your professor looked up at you, eyes searching yours, but he didn’t seem convinced with your response.

and you didn’t like that, not one bit.

he brought his head back in between your thighs, giving your clit a kiss, before letting another glob of his spit land on it.

author note: i promoted this idea on my tt likeee three weeks ago? and sooo many people loved it so thank you all + so sorry for the wait arghhhh. uni is lowkeuinely sucking the soul out of me and the work never seemed to stop piling up (and then i got sick) so no, i didn’t forget to write. buttt yah here it is, enjoy reading this as much as i did writing! ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ synopsis: clients, clients, you’ve got plenty of those during your time as a stripper. toji just so happens to be an extremely loyal one who can’t keep his eyes off you, not even for a split second throughout the night. and you always finished off your nights with sessions with toji, just this time, you didn’t expect to finish it off by bouncing on his huugee cock. ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ warnings: 18+ MDNI, client!toji, stripper!fem!reader, rough kissing, reverse cow girl, spanking, slut shaming, fingering, couch sex, vaginal sex, raw sex, squirting, nipple play, body praise, rough sex, overstimulation.

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client!toji who immediately deemed you as his favorite dancer in the club and has kept his eye on you ever since then.

client!toji who has basically learned, and knows your schedule by heart and only shows up when you’re on shift and dwells on the back corner booth all night till he gets a chance to get a hold of you for a session alone.

client!toji who slips bills under the hems of your slutty thongs without a word, and doesn’t waste a second in pulling you aside into the back room every chance he gets.

client!toji who loves your private lap dances more than anything else in this world and how alluring you look dancing on the metal pole.

client!toji who seems to forget he’s not the only one who can have you for the night and hates seeing you pleasuring other guys, although that’s your job.

client!toji who you have a very ‘snowballing’ financial exchange relationship with, unlike any other client of yours.

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money.

as long as you had money.

even if it meant presenting yourself half-naked on a pole with middle-aged men watching and thirsting over you, or even grinding on their laps.

like how you were at the moment.

the man beneath you, horny, mid forties maybe, flushed from whatever the hell he’d been drinking. was grunting as you grinded, and moved your hips in a satisfyingly manner on his lap to match the pace of the sensual music blasting in the speakers above you.

his hands roamed freely all over your body, pulling and tugging at the hem of your pretty baby-pink thong that basically covered nothing to encourage your movements.

his left hand then snaked up to your chest, fiddling with your tiny top, which matched the color of your bottom, that you put so much trust in even though it felt like your tits would spill out any moment.

he tucked in bills beneath the pink fabric as you went on, the amount growing made you only more content.

“gosh, you’re so sexy in pink” his voice was raspy, deep, and god, his breath reeked of alcohol.

“yeah? i’ll wear it more often for you.” you giggled, forcing yourself to not make a face.

the man murmured something under his breath that you didn’t seem to catch. the song was exhaustingly long and you were getting tired of practically, dry-humping this man and dirty talking him into booking with you for more money but he wouldn’t budge.

your eyes drifted, leaving the sight of the man beneath you. you looked deeper into the crowd, the corruption next to you, girls also grinding on men’s laps under the dim red lights on the burgundy red leather couches. except they were purposely wetting themselves by pouring the men’s drinks all over their boobs and torsos, their bodies glistening.

your eyes flicked to the left, main area of the club. the tall, hot blonde girl on stage dominating the pole, with a crowd of hungry men surrounding the lit-up stage, bills fluttering down like confetti, forming a pool of money on the platform underneath her.

the club was always loud and busy on friday nights. you felt overstimulated from the music that was playing 24/7 on max volume, the lights, the scent of alcohol and fruity perfume, and to top it off, it felt like the dungeons of hell here from how hot it was. yet you still had to be moving around, seducing guys, and dancing with that big smile on your face.

your gaze left the big crowd, briefly looking around once more, then, locked on the corner booth that nobody bothered sitting at other than that unforgettable client of yours.

toji.

bathed under the red lights, slightly slouched, manspreaded on the cushion. a beer bottle resting and tilting on his lower abdomen, his hand gripping onto the fabric of his loose grey sweatpants.

an arm resting along the top of the corner booth, his huge muscles flexing under the fabric of his black compression shirt. his black hair messy, like he ran his hands through it a variety of times.

his eyes were already on you before you found his. his expression was always emotionless, you couldn’t ever tell if he was mad or simply tired. but now, with his jaw tight, you could bet all your money he was just mad.

his eyes then fixed on the man who had the ‘blessed’ opportunity to receive multiple lap dances from you in one sitting, then stole glances back at you.

his face irked when the man swiftly ran his hand across your chest.

this wasn’t the first time you’ve caught toji this way. in fact, he was always bothered when he saw you straddle another man other than himself, and dance on him.

he never tried to hide it.

it’s almost like he just wanted you all to himself, and wanted you to know. which would and is very greedy of toji, because you are a stripper, and it’s your job to attract other men and their money, give them the same attention you gave toji.

and he knows that, just seems to hate it or forget.

but you didn’t find it weird or anything, you actually loved it.

you found it hot how easily it is to get on toji’s nerves and play with him, tease him, purposely touch the men more than you were supposed to. act like a total slut, when you knew toji would be watching and the reaction you would get from him.

because, what could he do about it? you knew he would continue booking you, pulling you aside into those rooms and make his money worth with you, so it didn’t matter what you did, he was just a client.

a very loyal, attractive and extremely jacked client at that.

who was probably the only client of yours that you didn’t mind at all seeing every night. it was quite the opposite unlike any other one.

your eyes stayed on toji’s from across the room, as your hands ran down the man’s chest. fiddling with the buttons of his polo, then sliding your hands lower and lower to his abdomen. teasingly, with a finger, you traced the outline of his crotch and down to his inner thighs.

the man grunts, pulling you closer by the waist, bodies pressed uncomfortably together. running his hands from your lower back, down to your ass, squeezing.

but you don’t stop there, your head dips down into the crook of the man’s neck, licking a long strip from the bottom of his neck, to the back of his ear, causing a moan to slip out the man’s throat and his grip on your plump ass to tighten.

you bring your head back up, the connection between you and toji still not breaking.

he was still staring and he didn’t look pleased.

and when he finally looks away, you could’ve sworn you heard him tsk. even across and over the loud noise from the club, before he rolled his eyes and grabbed his beer bottle, bringing it to his lips.

you smirk to yourself, holding back a laugh at how easy it is to make him successfully mad each time.

“woahh baby, what are you trying to get into huh?” the man speaks, making your gaze snap away from toji to look down at him and the creepy smirk on his face.

“don’t worry about it, just let me do my thing.” you speak, voice soft and sweet, with that practiced smile on your face that tempted and won over any man here.

the song finally came to an end after what felt like years, meaning you could finally hop off his guy's lap and take a few minutes to sneak off to rest at the bar before getting put back in the spotlight for your second set of the night.

“well i guess that’s the end of us,” you say politely as you quickly hands unhooked from his nape, “consider the VIP special with me yeah?” and you began lifting your leg from the side of his thigh when his hand gripped your waist, stopping you from moving.

you looked down at his hand and felt yourself heavily cringe on the inside when you noticed the silver wrapped around his ring finger.

this man had no shame.

“come onnn, one more song, yeah?” he pleaded, “look, you already got me all hooked up, dont stop now” signaling down to the situation in his pants.

nodding your head, still disgusted, you grabbed his hand, lifted it off your waist, and held it in front of his face, raising an eyebrow at him.

he glanced at his hand, for a moment he’s confused, then it clicks to him what you were trying to bring up.

he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “does it matter? she’s a pain in the ass anyway.”

you don’t say a word while fully climbing off his lap and getting on your feet, ignoring his whining. you don’t need more from him; he probably already wasted all he had from a lap dance, and not even a private one at that.

once you finished adjusting the strap of your six inch heels that reached your shin, you wiggled your fingers at him and walked off. making your way to the bar area where your friend ‘Shoko’ worked as the bartender.

and as you walked past the crowd of people, men whistling when you walked by, spitting out their lustful and desirable comments to you, promising they would come to you next.

you spotted toji once again.

you and toji haven’t had your nightly session just yet. there’s times where he comes up to you or you come up to him, and you both don’t really have to say much because you get the hint. he just simply lifts the hem of your panties, slips the money right beneath and you lead the way.

it’s always the same thing with the two of you.

that’s how much of an unhealthy habit it’s become.

he’s fervidly obsessed with you and needs to see you every night, and you honestly worry about the amount of money he spends on you. so, since he’s become so loyal to you, there’s times you grant him complete free sessions, and you ‘broke’ a rule just for him.

you stopped charging him every fifteen minutes during those VIP sessions. he just pays the amount that’s owed for fifteen minutes, but the sessions go on wayyy longer than that. you don’t charge him for the rest, which is something you’ve never done for any other client and is totally not allowed.

and now, you felt like initiating the moment and giving his wallet a break. just because you felt sooo bad for what happened earlier.

but, before you could get the chance to approach him any closer, a girl, gets to him before you do.

and she was hot, incredibly hot.

the entire plan you had in mind getting crushed in seconds.

the black lacey set hugged her curves in all the right ways, her black fish nets running down her pretty pair of legs, and her long brown hair cascading down her back.

she plops down on the cushion next to him, too close. and sprawls a leg on tojis lap, earning a reaction from him.

she begins talking to him, biting her lip and twisting her hair with a finger, eyeing him up and down.

with a hand she reaches for his biceps, feeling and touching, probably telling him how strong of a guy he was.

toji doesn’t touch her just yet, nor does he move her away from him. his face remains neutral as he talks to her.

he brings the bottle of beer to his lips, drinking from it. but before he could set the bottle down back in between his legs, the girl swiftly grabs the bottle and sips from.

shooting a wink at toji as she does.

toji chuckled at her bold move, his eyes leave her and briefly looks around the club like he was looking for someone. and when his eyes finally land on you, standing just a few feet from them, looking stunned and slightly ‘offended’ at the scenario happening in front of you, a smirk grows on his face.

and whatever the girl murmured into his ear next, toji doesn’t say anything just yet. he takes a moment, looking at her, then glances at you, before he finally nods his head yes.

the girl wasted absolutely no time in climbing onto tojis laps.

straddling him, dragging her hands all over his chest and arms. she then dipped her head down into the crook of tojis neck, and when she brings her head back up, lipstick kiss marks were planted all over his neck.

and when you thought this moment couldn’t get any worse, she grabs his huge hands, guiding them throughout her body. from her boobs, to her stomach, her thighs and finally placing his hands on her ass.

and toji lets her, but doesn’t even acknowledge her as she does, since, he’s too busy looking at you with that devilish smirk that you soo wanted to slap off his face.

it was an opportunity for ‘payback’ for what you did not even an hour ago, and he took it, and by the looks of it he also took it by heart.

things like this happened every night with the two of you.

rolling your eyes at him, which earned you a playful wink from him, you walked away heading towards the bar you were supposed to be at by now.

the bar was surprisingly empty considering how much of a busy night it was. you weakly let yourself drop onto the high seated chair at the very far end of the counter, feeling the sweat all over the back of your thighs.

“you look like you need this,” you hear Shoko say, as she places your go-to, a ‘cranberry vodka’ in front of you.

you give her a quick thanks, along with a polite smile, too tired to even pursue a conversation with anyone. it’s been a long night, and your shift is nowhere near done since your manager, who’s constantly on your ass and circles around the club every three minutes, begged you to put in more hours for the night.

guys coming at you left and right, long list of clients forming, you were basically keeping this club alive more than anything, even at an exhausted state.

you hated every second of it. but in the end, it really just came down to one thing, money.

coming home every night with bags of money that would total up to more than triple digits was the only thing keeping you going and getting your rent paid.

it was easy money, and that was the only reason you became a stripper. but at some point, it gets exhausting.

taking a sip of the beverage, you immediately felt your body relax, cool down pleasantly and the alcohol ground in your throat. too bad that you couldn’t experience feelings like these all the time, breaks don’t really exist in the stripper world.

your mind wanders back to toji, along with your eyes. the girl still on his lap, grinding, and his hands still plastered on her bottom.

they were talking, and she was laughing every time he spoke. and her boobs were all up in front of his face.

and you didn’t like seeing that in the slightest bit, for some odd reason.

now, this was the thing that confused and intervened in between your “financial exchange” client relationship with toji.

he’s a client, a loyal client.

you have plenty of those.

so he shouldn’t be any different, but he is, and you don’t know why. you don’t purposely make any other guy jealous by messing more with a guy than you should be in front of them, but you do with toji.

and toji does the same with you, but no other guy here does that. it’s like a little game between the two of you that goes on almost every night. but neither of you address to it when you’re alone in those rooms.

you’re a stripper, a so called ‘slut’ or ‘whore’.

your intentions with any of the men should purely be about money and nothing more than that.

you shouldn’t be focusing on one specific client, that’s not really your job. focusing on their money and bribing each one of them into spending it on you was it. and all the guys you’ve gotten a hold of, you’ve never given them this much of a thought.

so it kinda pissed you off that you even felt this way, it was very complicated. and even in a back room with him, aside from all the lap dances you gave toji, you enjoyed being with him.

you liked seeing him every night.

which is extremely rare for you to enjoy being with a client, all of them creeped you out.

“watchu thinking about?” shoko asked, pulling you away from your inside thoughts.

“not much,” you sighed, straightening your posture.

“your face says otherwise,” shoko admits.

“just tired, not really looking forward to getting up there again.” you sad, referring to the stage.

shoko briefly looked over and chuckled, as she finished adding a girls drink to her tab and closing it off.

“i thought you loved it.” she says.

“yeah but it gets sooo exhausting at some point,” you pause, “every night, same thing over and over again, and i don’t ‘love’ it when i’m being overworked.”

“hey, that just means you get paid more.” she points out, and you hum knowing she was right, you do get paid more.

“truee, but nothing seems fun anymore. im always tired, i need something new.”

“i think,” shoko stays quiet for a moment, looking into your eyes seeing if what she was about to say would make you feel better, “-you need to get laid.”

you shoot up an eyebrow at her and laugh, probably a bit too loud.

“don’t laugh,” she says offended, “i mean, you’re tired, exhausted, drained. it’s the same thing for you every day, you totally need it and i’m sure you’ll feel relieved, it works every time.”

“no way, i don’t really have time for that and there’s noo way im sleeping with any of the guys here.” you reply.

“well obviously not themm, but really, when’s the last time you’ve had sex?” she asked, making you think back to the time you last hooked up with a guy, which surprisingly took you a while to think about because it really has been a long time since you’ve had sex.

“i thinkkk, uhhh,” you think harder, trying your best to remember, “shit maybe five months ago-ish?”

shoko pursued her lips together like she was holding back a laugh, and sighed shortly after.

“seee i’m telling you, you’re sex deprived that’s why you’ve been coming into work so moody lately,” she paused and points a finger at you stopping you from instantly objecting.

“and don’t say you haven’t because you have, i can always tell.” she smiles, “you. need. to. get. laid.”

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next day

“orr you could go with the 3 for $40 special.” you said to a guy you were sitting next to on one of the couches at the very far back of the club. he wasn’t necessarily hitting on you, it was his first time coming to a club and he just so happened to ask you how everything functioned here.

“and… just one dance is $20?” he asks, in a clarifying manner.

“yup,” nodding your head, “we charge ‘per song’ out here anddd if you want a VIP experience, which is just a private room with fifteen minutes being $150.”

he took a few minutes to himself, fiddling with his hands nervously.

you pitied the guy heavily.

you’ve been talking to him, explaining how everything worked here, all the deals and which were the best for the past twenty minutes and he seemed so shy, this definitely wasn’t the place for him.

he mentioned he only came here to celebrate his twentieth birthday, that his friends encouraged him to come but yet brought him here alone. it didn’t hurt to try so he came, but was totally lost then found the courage to come up to you and ask.

and you’re glad he came to you because if he had gone to any other girl, they would’ve just emptied him out and not taken his situation into consideration.

“but a longer and better experience in a much more private area in the club would be the double the price since it would be a nude private dance.” you say breaking the silence, “and don’t think more will happen in those rooms because of the higher price. sex is totally prohibited and there’s limited touching, a nude dance is as far as it’ll go.”

the guy looked up at you, his face a light shade of red. he nervously rubbed his nape and sighed heavily. “i don’t think this was the right move, i shouldn’t be here.”

you let out a small laugh, feeling sorry for him, “yeahh you seem so shy, but it’s not as bad as it seems.”

“i guess so, but uh could i ask you something?” he says, turning his body slightly more towards you and you confidently nod your head.

“if i do end up changing my mind, and want to try it out, could you be the one to… do it?”

you blinked at him for a second, surprised by how carefully he’d worded it out, and a small smile plastered at your lips.

“yeah,” you said easily, “i can totally do that.” and his shoulders loosened just a little, like he’d been holding his breath waiting for the answer.

“o-oh okay, thank you… like i said it’s my birthday and i really want to experience this at least once but im so unsure and, well, you just seem so nice.” he added quickly, almost apologetically.

you hummed softly, nodding in understanding. “don’t worry, happens more than you think.”

“so… if i change my mind?” he asked again, quieter this time.

“then you come find me.” you finish off for him, and he smiles at you, “go check out the bar meanwhile, they have birthday specials.”

he lifted himself up from the couch, giving you a brief thank you before walking off into the crowd and heading towards the bar like you had suggested.

you remained where you were, lazily slouched on the couch, too worn out and comfortable to get up and go back to working.

seduce a few more guys, dance to a few more songs on the pole, everything and every choice seemed overwhelming for you at the moment.

and the creamy white colored fabric of your top and thong clung to your skin, damp with sweat. you hated the feeling, more than anything. how uncomfortable it was; you just wanted to rip it off and be nude for the rest of the night.

”too exhausted or could you spend a few moments with me next, doll?”

a familiar voice spoke from behind you, causing your body to jolt and a small gasp escape your throat before you could stop it.

you turned your head slightly, already knowing who it was before your eyes fully landed on him.

toji. standing and leaning behind the couch, his heavy eyes looking down at you.

“oh my- gosh you scared me” you say breathlessly, slightly straightening yourself up and lifting a hand to your fast beating heart.

toji lets out a small laugh, loving the way he’s always able to catch you off guard.

“well?” he says, crossing his arms waiting for you to answer his previous question.

you stare at him confused for a very short second and you recall back to what he asked. “oh- yes, yes i could spend a few moments with you.” you smile up at him, getting on your feet and walking around the couch so that you were now speaking to him face to face.

tojis eyes roam over your body for a moment, “white looks good on you.”

you look down at the set you were wearing for the night, instantly reminded of the icky sweaty feeling all over your body and material clinging to it.

“thank you,” you smile, “you reminded me that i should probably do a quick change before we-“

“no, you’ll take too long and i cant spare another moment without you.” he interrupts, "and you left me waiting last night."

and you feel your body heat up more than it was before.

toji had always been reallyyy bold and blunt with his choice of words.

he then reached inside his pockets, ruffling inside, definitely digging for the amount of money he owed you.

he pulled out a stack of folded bills, his thumb sliding along the edges as he counted.

but then you remember the free session you would have granted him yesterday, but weren’t able to make happen.

you shook your head lightly, lifting a hand. “wait,” you said, “not tonight.”

he paused, his eyes flicking up to yours, then back down at the money completely ignoring what you said.

toji stuffed the bills back into his pocket, still leaving some on his free hand. his heavy arm then snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him, causing you to yelp at the unexpected.

bodies inches away, and he lifts the hem of your white thong, slipping the bills underneath like the usual routine.

“just take it and don’t complain about it.” he says, giving the side of your ass cheek a slight slap before grabbing your wrist, not so tightly, and guiding you into the sketchy hallway that led to the back private rooms.

he really wasn’t wasting any time with you.

“tojii cmonn let me give you this one for free, yeah?” you insisted, yanking the bills off underneath the string of your thong, but he continued walking ignoring your offer.

the bass of the music thumped from the walls of each room and from the main area of the club as you walked down the dimly lit hallway, trying to find an unoccupied one, and you finally did.

“-there” toji muttered, quickly pushing the door open and you stepped in, locking the door behind him, feeling the cool air from the air conditioning hit your body just right.

the room was empty, obviously. it was washed in low red light that barley reached the corners of the room. a longg big couch lined up in the middle of the wall, small glass table in front of it with a tiny controller that had color options for lighting, and a metal pole in the center of the room, with speakers on the corners above the room, already playing the vibe-fitting music.

“seems like a busy night, almost every room was unavailable.” he said, dropping himself onto the couch, resting both his arms along the top, his muscles still somewhat flexing even under his black hoodie. “almost panicked we wouldn’t have our turn.”

“yeah yeah, super long and busy night,” groaning as you plopped down onto his lap, his huge hands immediately grasping onto you, and his lips wasted no time invading your neck, leaving open kisses all the way down to your collarbone and cleavage.

“tojii-” you breathe you, your hands plastering onto his chest, making a very weak and lazy attempt to stop him, not because you wanted him to stop but because it wasn’t allowed in here.

these type of activities were not permitted, and if people really did want to continue these services it would have to happen outside of the club.

but toji did not care in the slightest bit, no matter how many times you repeated the rules to him, he just didn’t listen.

“you know w-we can’t,” you pause, yet he doesn’t stop, “not here at least.” he grunts mid kiss in between your tits, and then finally stops, looking up at you licking his lips.

“are you offering me sessions outside of here?” he asked teasingly, a smirk tugging at his lips. and you don’t give an answer, just a short breathless laugh.

tojis hands reached for your arms, running his hands along your skin till he reached both your wrists and bringing them to wrap around his neck. he bounced his leg, readjusting himself, making you fall closer against him.

your faces were just a few inches away, breathing against each other. he leaned in, pressing soft kisses against your jawline, then teasingly licking up to your ear. his warm tongue making your body jolt and sensation form between your thighs.

“get to work, doll.” he quietly demands against your ear, and you obey.

shifting on his lap, you adjust yourself more comfortably. spreading your legs just a bit more. knees still on either side of him when you lowered yourself down, then moving your hips, to the smooth pace of the low music playing head above.

the red lights washed over the two of you. his heavy hands plastered onto your hips steadily but slightly controlling as you grinded on him. his fingers absentmindedly brushed over the hem of your thong, tracing the string, not pulling or tugging, like he was testing how far he could go.

the tension between the two of thickened more than ever before.

bodies heated and pressed together, almost no room to breathe.

it was never awkward between the two of you, you talked during dances, there was no pretending like any other. but now, there was no talking, the music being the only noise coming through.

you didn’t know how to describe the feeling in you, you weren’t embarrassed nor flattered, but something in you had definitely flipped.

your body becoming more heated by the second as you dragged your hips against toji. his grip on your hips tightened and he quietly grunted at each move.

his eyes stayed locked on your hips, bitting his lower lip, indulging in the moment, completely hypnotized by how effortlessly you moved on him.

your breathing became a bit messy. the feeling between your naked thighs getting more intense, almost painful, your cunt clenched around nothing.

you closed your eyes shut, trying your very best to not lose yourself so easily. but the effort slips away the moment toji closes the tempting gap between you.

he kisses you, desperately and hungrily. he gropes on the flesh of your plump ass, pressing you down harder against him, moving your hips with his strong firm hands.

you continue to drag your soaked clothed cunt against his excruciating bulge. rocking back and forth, then moving your hips in a slow circle as his tongue slipped inside your mouth, sucking on your tongue.

“t-toji,” you moan into his mouth mid kiss, the sweet sound turning him on even more, his lips feasting off yours sloppily.

“i know sweetheart,” he says, pulling his face away from yours, glancing up at you like he knew what you were about to say already.

“i know, i know, not here-”

“no,” you cut him off out of breath.

“no i-i don’t care…” you admit, and toji looks at you confused.

and after a few moments of silence, letting your words sink to him, a playful smirk tugs at his lips.

“don’t care about what?” he asks acting dumbfounded, like he didn’t know the answer to that already, simply messing with you.

“where we’re at, the rul-” your words get caught, a low moan escaping your mouth as you feel two of tojis thick fingers rub against your soaked, clothed clit.

“fuck you’re drenched already,” he murmured under his breath.

“go on.” his fingers push against your clit.

you let your head fall onto his shoulder, heat creeping up to your face, embarrassed of how easily you were folding over his touch.

it was all the bare minimum.

you whined against his shoulder, too needy and horny over his touch to even speak properly.

“p-please, toji- mmm fuck!” you cry out, his fingers rubbed your clothed cunt, his thumb continuing to press onto your clit.

“tell me what you need,” his fingers rubbed harder against you, making it more challenging to speak, the pleasure too much to handle.

shoko really was right.

you were totally sex deprived, and it was obvious. because here you were whimpering against tojis shoulder as he rubbed you over the fabric of your thong against your pussy, like a needy slut.

and he wasn’t even in you yet but you felt yourself coming close already.

“c’mon, tell me what you need, and i’ll make it happen, sweetheart,” he spoke into your ear, and muffled moans were the only thing coming from you.

“i need you to use your words.”

“you, i-it’s y-you toji.” the words slipped out your mouth quick and easy, the strict morals you ‘claimed’ to have tagging along.

“that’s what i like to hear,” he chuckled against your ear, “now be a good girl for your client and don’t be so loud.”

in a swift move, toji pushed aside your thong, your dripping wet pussy exposed bare to him. he grunted, spreading your folds, your arousal fluids dripping on his fingers.

his fingers ran along your pussy slowly, teasing the entrance of your needy hole and his thumb rolling over your clit.

you whined, desperately. he was taking his sweet time with you, teasing you, and you couldn’t bear it any longer.

then, two of his fingers slipped deep inside you at once without a warning. causing a loud cry to escape your mouth.

“mmmm—tojii, f-feels so good—!”

his fingers plunged in and out of you, scissoring you open, stretching out your tight hole like you were elastic.

“fuckk— you’re tight.” he said breathlessly.

pleasure flowed through your body as toji fucked you with his fingers. the messy and sloppy sounds from your wet pussy filled the room, along with your muffled cries against his shoulder and the music.

his pace quickened, searching for that sweet spot deep in you, curling his fingers inside you, and your cunt viciously clenched around him.

"ohhh fuckk—right there!" you gasped out, feeling his fingers hit and rub over your g-spot. lifting your hips and chasing his fingers.

his thumb pressed and rubbed on your cute button as his thick fingers fucked you intensely.

“that’s it doll, ride it out.” toji cooed in your ear.

you were a mess, a hot mess on tojis lap. eyes rolling to the back of your head, breathing ragged, broken out cries, sloppily riding his fingers as you clung, melted into him.

your neglected tits bounced and were plastered all over his face. and with a free hand he tugs at the strap of your top on your shoulder, pulling down all the way till one breast spills free.

and he dips his head down, catching your hardened nipple into his warm mouth.

his wicked tongue worked wonders on your nipple, flapping and sucking. the pleasure was immense, overlapping through you, too much to handle at once.

“ohh—fuckkk!” gripping tightly onto his biceps, "im s-so close." crying out as your hips jerked faster against him.

"c'mon doll, let me see it, let this pussy cry for me," his fingers going faster, encouraging your climax.

your orgasm hits you hard, electrifying, like it was the first time all over again. pleasure ignited your body, your cunt clenched harder around his fingers as you rode out through the waves of pleasure.

“good girl, such a good girl, you take it so well,” he says, slowing down once your juices drench and coat his fingers, leaking down to his lap.

you lazily lift your head off his shoulder, your teary eyes looking straight at him as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, moaning in satisfaction.

fuck you were getting wet again.

“damn, woman, you look worn out already and i’ve only sticked my fingers in you.” your client teased once he saw your face, flushed red, sweat glistening on your forehead, and tears on your cheeks.

“s-shut up,” you say, and he watches you with pussy-drunken eyes, trying to catch your breath.

“turn around.”

you blinked at him, mind still foggy from your orgasm. you were barely able to think clearly, and he was not letting you catch a break.

"w-wha-"

“now.”

you quickly oblige. legs weakly shaking as you moved, reversing the position you were just in. you turned, facing away from him, hips rising and setting both legs on either side of him, your slightly arched back and irresistible ass presented to him.

toji groaned as he grabbed a handful of the round and plump flesh, squeezing and kneading. pressing and rubbing it down to his huge bulge.

“such a pretty view.”

spank!

you whined, caught off guard. gripping his knees for support as his strong, heavy hands planted sharp, stinging spanks on your ass.

you hear toji grunt behind you, making you glance over your shoulder. slightly rocking side to side as he tugs at the hem of his sweatpants and boxers at once, pulling down.

and a shocked gasp gets stuck in your throat the moment his cock sprung free, and fuck, he was huge, so huge you feared for your hole.

his engorged pink mushroom tip with beads of precum spilling at the hole, he fisted his thick, veiny shaft.

"you'll take it, all of it," he says, making your gaze snap away from his cock to his face, already smirking at your reaction.

"now, lift your hips for me doll." he firmly says, and you do just that.

you lift your hips, still glancing over your shoulder. toji pushes your thong aside once again, and you reach for the hems on either side to save him the trouble of pushing them aside, but he stops you, slapping your hand away before you get the chance to tug.

"keep them on, they're so fucking sexy on you," he groans, and he teasingly rubs his engorged tip between your dripping folds, lining himself at your cute, winking cunt.

"t-toji—mmmfuckk," you moan, biting your lip as you slowly sink down onto his tip. he grips on your hips, guiding you down, watching his cock disappear little by little into your cunt.

deliiciousslyyy stretching you out.

"shiiitt you're so tight—feels like heaven," he groans, gripping tighter as you sink all the way down, every inch deep in you. your jaw hung open, his huugee cock spreading your walls.

"c'mon, now put this ass to work."

spank!

you yelped, taking a few seconds breathe, letting his cock mold inside your cunt. and then you dragged your hips up, fisting the fabric of his sweatpants, then slamming back down onto his cock.

your eyes shut tight, the pretty, sinful sounds escaping your mouth as you continued fucking yourself with his cock.

“fuckkk—just like that, doll, so fucking good mmmm—“

spank!

“s-so biggg— tojii—!” you pant, your ass slamming down viciously meeting his hips.

he grunts from behind, completely lost in the trance of your miraculous ass bouncing on his cock, watching your pussy suck in his whole length.

your moans cut through the air non stop. the unholy sounds sounding straight out of a porno. the feeling was immaculate, you’ve never been fucked this good before, or maybe it was just the amount of you time you went without having sex making this fuck feel so divine.

tojis thick cock rammed deep inside you, dragging against your gummy walls, his tip kissing your cervix at each bounce.

he held onto the delicate thin hem of your thong, slamming you back down roughly to meet his hips.

“taking your clients cock like a good girl, aren’t ya?” he pants out of breath, “such a slutty act you put out th—ohhhhfuckkk, such a slut you are out there,”

spank!

“teasing me, touching other dudes right in front of me—sshiiitt pussy was made for me,”

“and now look at ya- bouncing on your favorite clients cock, what happened huh?” he teased.

your mind became dense, tongue plastering out like a foolish slut, your moves becoming more sloppy but toji did not let you stop or slow down.

“c’mon baby, speak to me,” slamming you down harder, suffocating your weeping pussy with his cock at a bruising pace.

“nghhh— t-toji—!” you manage to let out, choked whines flying out our mouth.

“t-too m-much—annghh!”

snap!

the string of your thong had snapped apart from how tightly toji gripped onto it as he slammed you down onto him.

“agh—toji!” you cry out, “t-that was a good p-pair—mmmfuckkk!”

“forget that—i’ll get you new ones,” he says carelessly, continuing to show your cunt no mercy.

“im gonna c-cummm—s-so close tojii— nghh!”

“not yet doll, hold a bit longer yeah?—fuck, so good.” he bites his lip, rolling his head back hitting the cushion of the couch.

his hand snakes around your stomach, dipping down to your pussy. he rubs against you and your puffy clit as you continued to shove his cock in you. he pressed his fingers against your clit, rubbing gently, soothing your pussy as it gets stretched.

“t-too much, toji, i-it’s—” your words get cut off, and a warm, gush splashes from your pussy, soaking your legs, thighs and tojis lap.

you break out a loud moan as the wave of squirt erupts through you, the pleasure overstimulating you, mind going numb.

“holy fuckk—,” toji says out of breath, “you’re a squirter?” looking down at the drenched mess he was dealing with.

“i-i didn’t even know m-myself—” you let out shocked, looking down.

“squirting on your client,” he laughed, “take it easy on mee—.”

the wet gushing sound of your pussy drove toji insane, how well you took his dirty cock.

his knuckles turned white, gripping onto you as he felt himself coming close.

“quit yo—fuckk this is goodpussyy—quit your job, doll.”

his words were left hanging for a while. you were getting slammed down onto his cock, and that was the only thing you could focus on, but when you didn’t answer that only seemed to annoy him.

spank!

“you hear me? quit your job, i won’t tolerate sharing you any longer,” he said firmly, groping the globe of your ass as his cock dragged brutally against your gummy walls.

“w-whatt? i cant j-just do that,” you pause, whining as your cunt clenched tightly around his thick shaft, your orgasm near the edge.

“i-i need—money.”

“i’ll take care you—sshhiitt so tight, anything you need, doll. let me take care of you,”

and both your orgasms came crashing through, moans syncing in unison.

“milking me dry—mmm that’s it baby,” he coos behind you.

his hot thick seed spilling in you and painting your walls white, his tip hitting your sweet spot. cum spilling out your cunt, coating his cock.

your hips still, letting your worn out pussy ooze with tojis cock still deep in you. you pant, breathing ragged and messy, sweat glistened over your body. your limbs felt weak and on fire, thighs shaking uncontrollably, your orgasm leaving you totally wrecked.

“quit your job, yeah?” toji asked again, leaving small kisses on your shoulders, his thumb caressing your hip.

“i will,” you finally say.

toji hummed against your shoulder, pleased with your answer. he then got ahold of both your hips, gently lifting you, helping you slide off his cock.

the stringy cum forming bridges between your hole and his tip, it was such a mess. his cock covered in both your fluids, his lap drenched in your squirt.

you let yourself fall down onto the space next to him, the ripped white thong hanging off your bottom.

toji shuffled beside you, lifting himself up from the couch and coming to stand in front of you, looking down at you.

he then kneels in front of you, causing you to lift your head up and look down at him.

“what are you-“

“shhhh,” he cuts you off, grabbing both your legs, placing them on top his broad shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

“toji—!”

“let me,” he says, stuffing his face between your thighs, “need to make this pussy squirt again,” he looks up at you, your plush thighs enveloping his head in between.

and you didn’t protest, you let him.

you let your client shove his face between your thighs, and feast off you.

18+ / synopsis: who would've thought that your unforgettable one-night stand would end up being your new English professor, Mr.Nanami Kento?

Originally published on my ao3 (smartieblast) Word count: 5k

It was just a one-night stand. 

Like any other one, you never cared so much about the person, just the sex and the distraction it gave you from your problems on the outside. 

The harsh reality of being a student in university was something no one could have prepared you for. The immense stress that never seems to disappear washes over you completely and drains you. 

Sex was your coping mechanism—the way to relieve yourself from all the stress. 

Every guy you've slept with was just for the distraction, nothing else. You weren't interested in the whole "relationship" thing.

The idea itself felt so exhausting to you.

One night-stands were your way to go. It was simple; you just slept with them, enjoyed yourself, and then never thought about them again, or even saw them again.

That's how it's supposed to be, and that's how it's always been. 

Until recently.

A few nights ago, you and your friends went out clubbing. 

You weren't really planning on hooking up with anyone that night; you were just simply there for the enjoyment.

But of course, that's not how the night ended.

You looked so divine that night, it was impossible for a man not come up to you.

And now, you somewhat regret even sleeping with this -"Nanami" man, because he's all youve been thinking about ever since then. It's so strange, it's strange of you that you're even thinking about him.

It's never like that for you.

There was something about him that made him different from any other guy you've hooked up with, and it frustrates you so much that you're even comparing him to the other ones. You dont know exactly what it was about him that made him so different. 

Maybe the way he was so gentle with you?

How attractive he was?

The way he took his time to actually get to know you before taking you back to his place?

Or, the way he blindfolded you with his tie?

It shouldn't be anything special; it never is. Sure, it was the first time you've ever been blindfolded in bed, and not to mention, it was the best fucking experience ever. 

Then again, it was just another kink discovery, nothing special.

Maybe what really sparked something in you, and is making you think about him non-stop, is how he took his time with you.

Not in the way he treated you in bed, but the way you both had a pleasurable conversation that lasted quite a while and took his time getting to know you. 

The way he questioned, listened, and spoke carried an unmistakable respect.

It seems like the bare minimum for other people, well, maybe because it is. But the other men never did anything like that with you.

A simple 30 seconds of flirting and next thing you know, they're all up on you.

It felt nice, extremely nice to have that type of conversation with someone.

But now, it's such an annoying feeling, you hate that you can't stop thinking about him, and the fact that you try to look for him every time you go out. It feels like maggots crawling under your skin, crawling inside your brain, replacing everything else in your mind with only him. 

The second term of University will be starting soon, and having this Nanami man flood your thoughts was the last thing you needed. You had to give it up; it was simply a one-night stand, you've had plenty, it shouldn't matter in the slightest. 

Yeah, he had a really pleasant way of approaching you, but it's the bare minimum.

And besides, this man probably hasn't even thought about you once after that night...

The sound of the loud and maddening alarm cut through the silence of the morning. 

Wriggling in your bedsheets, you groan and yawn, exhausted. 

You barely got any sleep. The eerie sensation that suffocated your insides all night - thoughts of the new term, unfamiliar modules, and new professors looping endlessly until immense worry stole what little rest you might have had.

And on top of that, images of the attractive, tall, muscular, blonde-haired man with hazel eyes were ingrained in your mind all night.

Including the moment you woke up.

damn you, Nanami.

As you stepped onto campus, you were immediately met with an overwhelming rush of people.

You hugged yourself, seeking warmth.

The thin cardigan doing no good at providing warmth, and the denim skirt that rested above your knees doing no good to you either.

You made your way towards the English department building, which, luckily for you, wasnt that much of a walk. Perks of being an English lit major, the buildings are always the closest. 

Your hands shook slightly as you held the small piece of paper with all your lectures printed out. You scanned the list for what felt like the millionth time. Your eyes always drifting back to the unfamiliar name, written boldly and slanted, right next to your first lecture of the day. 

"Kento."

Just, Kento. You've never seen or heard of a Kento before, which meant this had to be one of the new professors.

You followed the stream of students down the corridor, most of them entering the same lecture hall you were heading to. 

Warm air brushed against your face as you slipped inside, relaxing you and letting the warmth you craved take over. Your eyes scanned the huge lecture hall, looking for an empty seat.

The hall was full, rows of students scattered across the tiered seating, bags and jackets draped over the chairs and desks. 

You walked down the steps carefully until you realized the only seats available were near the front of the room, facing directly at the professor's desk.  

The chattering began to quiet down as footsteps approached closer to the front of the hall. 

You didn't look up; your eyes zoned out, staring down, chin resting on your palm, indulging in your imagination as it ran wild.

Flashbacks from nights ago dwelled in your mind. The pleasure continued to run in your body like it was yesterday; you couldn't stop thinking about it, no matter how hard you tried.

It consumed you, every last bit. 

Suddenly, a deep, firm voice that you recognized spoke.

"Good morning, everyone.”

You still don’t look up. 

”My name is Mr. Kento Nanami; you may call me Mr.Nanami or Mr.Kento, whichever one you prefer. I won't mind." 

You could’ve sworn your heart stopped beating.

Your head snapped up, pulled abruptly from your thoughts, and that was when you realized the man standing there was... Nanami. 

The nanami from nights ago. 

The one who has been driving you insane the past couple of days. 

Was your professor. 

His blue sleeves were rolled neatly up to his forearms, veins faintly visible beneath his skin, and for a moment, your brain refused to accept what your eyes were seeing. 

You blinked rapidly, in the hope that you were just imagining him.

But no, he was still there, presence unmistakable. And the truth settled completely with a clarity hard to accept when his eyes found yours, and his body froze. 

Eyes wide. 

Jaw hung a bit low. 

He recognized you.

The intimate night between the two of you caught up to him, the realization landing hard and fast, that his student was the one-night stand from nights ago.

The one that lingered in his mind ever since. 

He thought about you the same way you thought about him. He might've thought about you so much that you appeared in his dreams, had him calling out your name in the middle of the night.

He was at a loss for words, breath taken just from the sight of you.

Tension flooded the room.

Nanami quickly straightens his posture and clears his throat, mentally reminding himself where he was.

Exposed, standing in front of the lecture hall. With a crowd of students looking right at him attentively. 

He picks up where he left off as if nothing had happened, his gaze leaving yours with urgency.  

Stuttering a bit as he continued to speak where he left off.

Others around you murmur in concern at his sudden act. 

“is he okay?”

”looks like he saw a ghost” 

“what was that about?” 

You felt dizzy, nauseous even. 

Your eyes refused to leave him, tracking his every move without blinking once. Your stomach churned as your gaze dropped to his chest and caught something painfully familiar.

His tie. 

The yellow, black spotted tie. 

Your breath hitched.

As if you thought this couldn't get any worse, Nanami was wearing that tie. The same one he blindfolded you with, the one thing that made that night much more special.

He was wearing it. 

You couldn’t focus or process anything that was happening right in front of you. 

The man standing in front of you was Nanami. 

It felt embarrassing and humiliating for you both. To recounter each other in the most absurd way. 

In a lecture hall, as a professor and a student. 

Your face was flushed, blushed in pink. 

How could you survive this? 

How could you get through this lecture for the next 17 weeks? 

Knowing that this man knows you in the most vulnerable way, knowing each other's bodies from head to toe, was unsettling. 

You wouldn’t have minded any other encounter or result, but him, being your professor for this lecture, and you his student, having to see him every day, first thing in the morning, for the rest of this term.

Was the worst thing possible.

You wanted to die. 

You sighed heavily enough to catch other people’s attention, rubbing your forehead, feeling your head pounding along with your heart.

You couldn’t even look him in the eye as he spoke about the expectations and units for this term. 

And it seemed like he couldn’t look at you either. 

He knew this would be awkward, extremely awkward for the two of you. 

So he would have to set boundaries between you both, and he had to do it now. 

An hour passed quickly, and you didn't even notice that some people had already left, while others were still gathering their belongings. You quickly jumped out of your seat and hurriedly tried to shove everything into your bag at once.

And when everyone was gone, Nanami cleared his throat and called out your name in a low voice. 

Your body jolted at the sound, nerves sparking, but you didn't turn.

You couldn't.

'Ignore him. Just get the hell out of here,' 

You shoved your notebook into your bag with shaking hands, your movements rushed and clumsy. 

You curse under your breath as the zipper gets stuck and panic creeps in.

Nanami calls your name out again, in a much more serious tone, knowing exactly what you were trying to do.

"Dont ignore me." 

His voice was deep and controlled, slightly echoing in the empty room.

You swallowed hard. Your hands stopped struggling, then fell in defeat to your sides. 

After a moment, you build up the courage to turn around and look at him, eyes immediately locking with his. 

He was watching you, carefully, leaning at the front of his large desk with his arms crossed over his chest, flexing his arm muscles through the fabric. He stood there, unmoving, his attention fixed entirely on you.

His eyes take their sweet time admiring you, every inch of you. Scanning your face, all the way down to your feet.

"Hm, so it really is you, huh?" he says, smirking.

Heat crept up to your face, embarrassingly noticeable when Nanami quietly chuckled at your reaction. 

"Say something, dont just look at me," he says, snapping you out of the trance. 

"I-, sorry," you pause, sighing, "yeah, it is me."

"Come here," he demands, gesturing with two of his fingers.

You hesitated at first, but you obeyed slowly after. You walk down the last couple of steps, Nanami's eyes stealing glances at your bare, creamy thighs, the ones he was once in between.

Before you knew it, you were standing directly in front of Nanami. His height towered over you, slightly intimidating you with how he looked down at you. 

Even turning you on. 

He sighed heavily, running a hand across his face before speaking. 

"Look, I know this might be very awkward and absurd for you. Seeing each other again, like this, after that night... it shouldn't complicate or come in between our now professional relationship." 

Your chest tightened as he spoke; you couldn't stay here any longer. You physically couldn't; the tension between the two of you was unbearable, almost suffocating, and the embarrassment coursing through you made your limbs feel heavy.

"I understand, I should go now, sorr-" the words came out too fast as you turned, desperate to escape

You barely made it a step before a firm, strong hand closed around your arm, gripping and stopping you before turning you back around. 

"No."

His voice spoke with an immense amount of seriousness.

"You're not going anywhere until we set these boundaries clear," he said, not letting go of your arm, keeping his grip steady.

"Dont try to run away from me, do you understand?"

Your heart hammered in your chest, and a sensation between your thighs formed as he touched you and spoke. 

You felt yourself getting drenched, causing you to press your thighs together.

"I understand..." you spoke softly in defeat.

Nanami's grip on your arm disappeared as he let go of you, secretly noticing the way you clutched and unclutched your thighs together.

Immediately realizing the effect he still had on you.

"As I was saying, as your professor and you as my student, there will be boundaries between us, understand?" 

As much as you hated the idea of having boundaries between you two, and wanted to say no so badly, you knew boundaries were your only option here. What a despair that the man who had fucked you so good not so long ago would end up being your professor, meaning you would never be able to experience him again as much as you had been craving him.

It felt like a curse.

"Yes, sir." 

Nanami groaned quietly at the sound of you calling him 'sir', now regretting bringing up boundaries.

Inside, he knew, it was the last thing he wanted.

"For starters, there will be professional distance between us. I'll give you your own personal space and set communication limits, if you'd like that." he pauses, his eyes searching yours.

"Then again, if you feel like this is too much to handle and can't bear seeing me this way, I could always help you make some arrangements and find you something better." 

You fiddled with the hem of your skirt nervously, your fingers twisted the fabric as you looked down, unable to meet his eyes any longer, since it was making it harder for you to really focus on anything he was saying. 

And the truth was, you didn't want to comply with anything Nanami was saying to you. You didn't want distance or limits in communication; you wanted him. 

All of him. 

You breathed in deeply before looking back up at him, 

"I dont want any of that, sir," you said softly, mentally cursing yourself.

Nanami raised an eyebrow, looking at you in complete confusion. Slowly raising himself from his desk he was leaning on.

"Then what do you want?" he asks, probably already knowing the answer.

"You." 

Nanami didn't waste a second closing the distance between the two of you. His lips immediately finding yours and devouring them. 

With one hand, he reaches your nape, gripping tightly, pulling you closer, so your bodies are touching, no space left between the two of you. With the other, he grips your hip, moving down to your plump ass and giving it a rough squeeze. 

Your hands wrap around the back of his neck, leaning closer, faces pressed together.

You moaned into his mouth as his tongue entered your mouth; the sound he so desperately needed to hear again blessed his ears. His tongue danced with yours, lips moving in sync, creating a sloppy mess. 

He kissed you with an immense hunger and desperation. He needed you as much as you needed him.

No, he needed you more than you needed him

He missed you; you never left his mind. And now that he finally has you again, he was not going to let you go.

You pulled away from the kiss, the two of you, panting for air. Both of his hands cup your face, resting his forehead against yours. 

"You dont know.. how much I needed that," he says out of breath, "your lips.. i craved nonstop."

He runs his thumb across your bottom lip, and his head then dips down to the crook of your neck, nibbling and sucking on your skin. 

"N-nanami.." you whimpered, hand clasping onto the back of his head, gripping his blonde hair.

You were so soaked, completely drenched. You felt yourself throbbing in desperation; you couldn't wait any longer. 

You needed him.

"Mm, yes baby?" he mumbled against your skin, continuing to leave love marks and wet open kisses on your neck.

"Please.. I need you," you pleaded, moving your neck to the side, giving him more access.

Nanami chuckled against your neck, feeling his breath hit your skin, sending shivers down your spine. 

"Then have me, have all of me, sweetheart." 

In a swift move, Nanami grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you like you weigh nothing, causing you to yelp, and places you on his desk. The cold wood makes contact with your bare thighs.

His hands roam across your thighs, squishing and pinching along the way. 

Low moans escape your mouth each time he pinches; he knew you were into that, and he remembers everything about you.

He then gets on his knees, kneeling in front of you as he spreads your legs wider, giving him a full view of your wet panties. With two of his fingers, he rubs your clothed pussy, feeling how drenched you were for him already. 

"So wet for me, such a pretty girl.." he muttered, his lustful eyes admiring your pussy with hunger.

You jolted and moaned at his touch, your hips pushing against his fingers, needy for more. Nanami's hand digs deeper into your skirt till he gets a hold of the hem of your panties and yanks them all the way down till they're completely off, stuffing them into his pocket. 

"Sorry, I need them more than you do," he winks and grabs your hips, pulling you more towards his face as your legs find their place on his shoulders.

Nanami stuffs his face in your pussy, feeling his nose rub against your sensitive clit as he inhales your arousal scent and moans in satisfaction. 

"Missed this pussy.." he says, and you moan as you feel his tongue run across your cunt, consuming all your juices. 

"Nanami.. o-oh fuck!" you cry out, rolling your head back and gripping his hair for support. 

Nanami continues to feast off your pusy, devouring it like it was his last meal on earth.

His tongue flicking and sucking on your clit. 

You feel his tongue tease your entrance before sliding his tongue deep inside your tight hole, causing you to moan a bit too loudly, and that's when you remember where you were. 

A lecture hall that anyone could come into at any time.

You gasp in between a moan and try to speak, but your words are drowned out by whimpers. 

Nanami was starving for you, letting his tongue work wonders and show you just how much he had missed you.

"N-nanami.. the door.. i-its unloc- fuck ahh!" 

Your words cut off, and your cunt tightens around his tongue as you feel Nanami go quicker and quicker in you, encouraging your orgasm to come fast.

Nanami groans against your pussy but doesn't take action or speak, as if saying he didn't care if the door was unlocked, that anyone could come in, and he wouldn't give a single fuck. 

Because the only thing he cared about at the moment was you and only you.

His only goal was to please you, to feel you cum all over his mouth and taste you, every inch of you, and he would make sure that happened again. 

You bit the sleeve of your cardigan, trying to stop the ungodly sounds that were escaping your mouth. Pearls of tears ran down your cheeks as Nanami's tongue went brutal on your pussy, his grip on both your thighs tightened, indulging in your scent and taste.

You look down at Nanami with teary eyes, his face shoved between your thighs, and needy eyes looking up at you as you struggle to maintain silence.

Sweat rolled down your forehead, and you moaned loudly against your sleeve as your orgasm struck through. Juices flowing all over Nanami's face, he moans as he tastes and consumes every last drop of your cum. 

His tongue licking and moving in circles against your tired cunt, leaving small kisses on your clit, and licking your inner thighs, cleaning the cum off you. 

Your eyes shut close in an attempt to control your ragged breathing. 

"Mmm, I missed seeing this pussy cry for me," he finally speaks, causing your eyes to open and meet his gaze as he smirks up at you. 

His chin glistened with your juices, his tongue licked the edges of his mouth, bringing his fingers to wipe every last bit and suck them clean.

Nanami brings himself up from his knees and catches your lips with his, tasting yourself on him. The kiss was sloppier than ever. He sucked on your tongue and explored every inch of your mouth with his tongue. 

His hand made its way to your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling it back, causing you to pull away and tilt your head up to him. 

"Open," he demands.

Confused, you oblige regardless and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

Nanami then gathers the spit inside his mouth and lets it fall onto your pink tongue.

The bulge in his pants seemed painful at this point. He couldn't resist it any longer; he needed to feel your cunt wrap around his cock.

"Now swallow." 

And you do exactly that, you bring your tongue back inside your mouth and swallow, maintaining eye contact with him. 

Nanami curses under his breath and grunts, his cock begging to be free.

"Good girl," he says, licking his lips.

You sigh heavily and tilt your head to the side. Your orgasm hit you hard and left you exhausted, but you still wanted more and could handle much more. 

"Is my student tired already?" he smirks, caressing your cheek. 

"No.. I'm just- fuck that felt so good," you say, smiling.

"Good, because I'm still not done with you," he says.

Nanami catches you by surprise once again when he lifts you off the desk, turns you around to your back facing him, and bends you over his desk, your hands gripping onto the edge of the desk. He makes your back arch beautifully as he brings his hand to your spine, pressing down. Your plump, round ass up in the air, presenting yourself to him. 

"N-nanami.." you plead, turning your head over your shoulder.

Nanami rolls your skirt up to your waistline, ass bare and exposed. He could see your dripping cunt that craved to be filled with his seed.

He presses himself onto you, his bulge rubbing against your exposed cheeks, his grip on your ass tightening as he groans. 

"Please.. fuck me already, I can't take it any longer, Nanami!" you cried out. 

The sound of a sharp crack fills the room as Nanami's strong hand spanks you. Your body flinches, your eyes shut tight, and you yelp at the painful yet enjoyable feeling.

"What a bad girl you are, hm?" he says before landing another sharp, painful spank onto your ass. 

You whimper as his hand continues to make contact with your ass, "W-what?" you manage to let out in a shaky voice. But you're met with yet another spank. 

Your legs began to tremble, feeling the stinging sensation on your ass growing worse. It would be leaving a mark, no doubt.

"As your professor, I expect some respect for my name," he says firmly. 

You still didn't catch on to what he was implying; you couldn't, your mind wasnt thinking straight. 

"What are you talking about, Nanami?" you breathe out, in hope that the spanking would finally come to its end.

But no, you jinxed it. Nanami's large palm left a stronger slap on your ass, groping and massaging it right after. You whimper at the pain, drops of tears landing on the wooden desk.

He was getting impatient.

Then it finally hits you what he meant by 'respect for his name,' he wanted you to call him the way students called their professors. 

"Ngh! Mr.Nanami, please, I can't... I can't.. it's too much!" you cry out.

You prepared yourself for another spank, but were met with Nanami's low chuckle from behind. His hand roams around your plump ass, trying to soothe the stinging pain.

"There we go.. that's what I like to hear.."

The sound of the metal from Nanami's belt clanking made you nervous. You hear it come off and fall to the floor, along with the zipper zipping down and pants dropping.

Nanami's groans and quiet moans fill the room. You turn your head over your shoulder only to see him stroking himself to the plain sight of you, bent over for him. The beads of his pre cum drip down his huge, hard length. 

You already knew Nanami was big in size, and you knew you could take every inch of him, because you already had. 

His heavy, dozzy eyes look at yours as he continues to stroke himself up and down, groaning and rolling his head back.

His heavenly sounds were addicting and made your cunt drip wet; you needed him in you.

"Please, sir, put it in already. I can't wait any longer," you plead, and before you could say another word, Nanami slams his cock into your dripping cunt. 

You both moan in unison, his thick, long, hardened length stretching your tight, gummy walls.

His veins rubbing across your cunt, taking every inch. 

"Oh- fuck! You're so tight, baby, just how I remember," he mutters, hissing at how good you felt wrapped around him. He grips your hips for support and begins plunging in and out of you slowly. You moaned at each thrust as he fucked your cunt. 

Nanami's pace quickens, staring down at your ass in admiration as it rippled at each thrust. 

The sound of his hips and your ass clapping against each other filled the room. Along with his groans and your moans syncing in unison.

"S-so big, sir.." you moaned out, your head still turned over your shoulder watching his every move and the way he worshipped your ass. 

"Shit, you take me so well. Pussy was made for me," he says, rolling his head back as pleasure ignited his body. 

His breathing was out of control, and he groaned when he saw you push your ass back into him. 

"Now tell me," he pauses, trying to get himself together, "how many other guys fucked this pussy?"

You couldn't answer; the pleasure erupting in your body was making it difficult to say anything. Moans were the only thing coming out of your throat. 

His thick tip kissed your cervix with each thrust; he was destroying your cunt in the best way possible.

Your silence only made him mad. Didn't matter if you were getting the best dick and sex of your life; he expected you to comply and answer him.

"Answer me!" he snaps, his large palm landing a sharp slap on your ass again. His cock moving faster and faster in you, showing your cunt no mercy in the slightest bit. You whimpered and trembled, the pleasure too much to handle. 

"I-..." you muttered, difficult to even speak as he went rough in you. 

"I just need... to c-c-cum," were the only words that left your mouth, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the ridges of his thick cock dragged against your gummy walls, making your vision go white as you felt your second orgasm come close.

That triggered Nanami even more.

You were met with another slap on the ass. 

"You slut, I'm not letting you cum till you fucking answer me," he groans in frustration as his nails dug deep into your skin. 

You sobbed, out of breath, trying to bring yourself to speak. You couldn't handle another slap; your ass was completely red and stinging. 

"Fuck... I-I dont know... h-how many- sir, ngh!" you managed to let out. 

You felt pathetic, admitting to how much of a slut you were. Making it known that you let other men fuck you.

"What a dirty slut you are, huh? Letting other men breed this pussy. When it should only be me, isn't that right, baby?" he says, grunting, feeling his orgasm coming. 

"They've never fucked you as good as I do, isn't that right? Say it, sweetheart, tell your professor this pussy belongs to him and only him from now on." 

Nanami bit his bottom lip as he continued the bruising pace to your cunt. Choked cries and sobs left your mouth as you were so very close to coming all over his cock.

"Oh fuck y-yes, sir! M-my pussy belongs to you, n-nobody has fucked me t-this good.. ohh fuck fuck, let me cum please Mr Nanami!."

"Good girl, cum for me, doll."

You rolled your head back as the waves of your orgasm came crashing into you, moaning as pleasure ignited your body.

You milked Nanami's cock as you came, his orgasm coming right after yours. His seed painting your walls white, continuing to fuck you raw. He filled you till it leaked, dripping and running down your legs. 

The sound of wetness and clapping slowed down as Nanami's thrusts slowed down and stopped. He didn't pull out of you just yet; he tilted his head back, closing his eyes shut, breathing rapidly. 

Sweat glistened on his forehead, hips and forearms. 

You two were a heated mess.

He leans forward to you, his chest touching your spine as he leaves kisses all over your sweaty, salty face. 

You moan weakly at his touch. 

"What a doll you are, baby. Are you okay? Was I too rough on my student?" he smirks against your temple.

You feel Nanami back up and finally pull out of you. His cock drenched in your  cum.

You make an attempt to bring yourself up and stand firmly on your legs, but they tremble miserably, knees bucking. Nanami chuckles as he watches you wobble, holding the desk for support. 

"You were too rough," you admit, trying to come off as annoyed but failing. 

Nanami scoffs as he throws the tissues he used to clean himself into the nearest trash bin.

"That's what happens when you dont listen, sweetheart. Besides, you know you loved it," he winks, grabbing another handful of tissues, this time to clean your sticky mess. 

"Shut up," you say embarrased, rolling your skirt down, quickly realising you needed your panties. 

"Hey, I need my panties," you say, hoping he would give them back out of pity.

"Hm?" Nanami hums, picking up his pants and remembering the panties he had stuffed into his pocket. 

With a finger, he pulls them out, lifting them into the air. 

"These?" he asks teasingly, and you nod. 

"I dont think so," he says, bringing the fabric to his nose, inhaling your scent. 

"I need a piece of you for everytime your gone, your scent truly is addicting."

You cross your arms and scoff in disbelief.

"I can't walk around with no panties." 

Nanami pulls his boxers and pants back, and as he does, he makes his way toward you, his hands finding their place on your waist, and his head dips into the crook of your neck once more, planting wet kisses on your skin. 

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," he mutters, "walking around with no panties," he kisses the love bites he left on you, "just means easier access for me, doesn't it?"

"You're unbelievable." You laugh, pushing him off you as you snatch the panties from his pocket. 

"Sweetheart, do you remember where my place is?" he asks from behind as you walk towards your seat, limping a bit.

"I do, why?" you question back as you gather your things.

 "I'd like to see you again," he says, "my place at 6, yeah? What do you say, baby?" 

For a moment, you dont say anything. You hide your smile and readjust your clothes before throwing your bag over your shoulder. 

"If you insist," you say, sighing, teasingly smiling at Nanami as you turn around and walk up the steps.

"We'll have lots of fun, I remember you mentioned loving blindfolding you with my tie," you could hear the smirk in his voice, "I could do something like that again."

"Damn you," you mutter under your breath, thinking he wouldn't hear. 

"What was that?" he calls out. 

You turn around, sighing heavily.

"Damn you, Nanami." 

Nanami smirks and furrows his brows together. 

"That's not the right way to say your professor's name."

Was he serious?

"Damn you, Mr Nanami."

He chuckled. He loved the way he messed with you and teased you.