#cyberwrites

Just as you got comfortable, finding a good channel with some knock off horror movie called “Masked Horrors” on, the doorbell rang and you sighed deeply to yourself

“God damn it, a girl can’t be lazy in peace can she?” you groaned as you sat your snacks aside and pushed yourself off the couch, making your way to the front door, swinging it open; only for no one to be there.

You looked around , a singular brow raised in confusion. A slight wind blew a few stray leaves across the concrete sidewalk paved in front of your house before you looked down and realized the candy bowl on your porch, was empty.

“Geez, greedy bastards.” you sighed as you brought the bowl inside, slamming the door behind you.

You brought the bowl to the kitchen, searching for that stupidly giant bag of candy that your parents bought, wanting to refill the bowl so you could get back to your movie.

Finding it, you unravel the bag and tip it over the bowl, just for it to spill everywhere, over filling the bowl, pieces of it all over the counter and floor and you groan loud and frustrated.

Crouching down to pick up the pieces, as if you couldn’t get any more annoyed, the fucking house phone rings, probably your parents calling to check in.

“For fucks sake!”

You tossed what little candy you picked up, on the counter and stomped into the living room, irritated out of your mind as you snatched the phone from its resting home on the receiver.

“I’m fine mom, i’m refilling that stupid candy bowl, the little monsters emptied it already” you huffed out in irritation.

“Mmm.. someone’s not a fan of halloween, are ya doll?” A low, dark, unfamiliar voice came rumbling through the other end of the phone.

On instinct, you pulled it away from your ear, and looked to see who was calling, (in hindsight, you should’ve done that before you answered.) It read “No Caller ID”.

“Uh… if you’re calling for my parents they’re not here right now.” You sighed into the phone, voice laced in confusion, with a hint of irritation underneath.

“I know, i’m not calling for them, it’s you, i want.” The voice purred out. It almost sounded familiar, but it was too distorted for you to make an educated guess.

You scowled as if the person on the other end could see your face and and rolled your eyes.

“Listen, i don’t know what you think this is, but i don’t talk to strangers, have a good night.”

And before the voice could reply, you hung up, shoving the phone back in its home spot, before plopping back onto the couch, the candy in the kitchen, long forgotten.

You sighed deeply, getting comfy on the couch and biting into one of those brookies as you settled on your horror movie, but not even ten minutes went by before—

Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring!

You groaned and threw your head back before reaching for the phone, only to see the same “No Caller ID” on the little screen.

“I’m not doing this” you scoffed as you hit ignore.

and then—

Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring!

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you sighed.

At this point, you chalked it up to it being your ex boyfriend Chosos’, little brother Yuji. The kid had an affinity for fucking with people.

So, you snatched the phone off the receiver and hit answer “Yuji i swear to god if this is you pranking me, i’ll-” and then you were cut off.

“Don’t hang up on me again.” The voice cut through, sharp, staccato like, with emphasis on every word. oh he was pissed.

“Who even is this?” you sigh into the phone, fed up with this game of phone tag.

“Take a guess” he chuckled low in his throat, amused at your irritation.

“Listen, i’m far too old to play phone tag, either tell me who this is or i hang up and call the fucking cops.”

He hummed low in his throat, before letting out a sinister little laugh, something half baked but filled with venom.

“You hang up, you die.”

His words had your ears ringing, each one echoing off the walls in your mind. Die? You were too fucking young to die.

You didn’t know if he was serious or not, but you didn’t want to find out. So with a gulp you replied.

“O-okay.. what do you w-want? money?” you stuttered as you pushed yourself off the couch beginning to pace around the living room, biting your nails.

“I already told ya doll, i want you.” he purred.

You breath hitched, your grip on the phone tightening in fear. What could he possibly want from you? Was this just a sick joke?

“We-Well you can’t have me.” you choked out nervously as bit at your nails.

“Awh, why not? you gotta boyfriend?” he said teasingly through the phone.

“Wha- no, but my- my doors are locked, you can’t even get in here if you’re out there!” you choked out, voice cracking in fear.

“Are you sure, your doors are locked doll?” he mused, letting a little hum follow after his words.

At that, the hairs on your body, stood on end, your palms clammy with perspiration as you rushed to your front door.

Fuck, unlocked.

“Careful doll, if this call gets dropped, you also die” he chuckled.

Your grip on the phone tightened at his words, though you didn’t give him much of a response.

You clicked the lock to the front door. Letting out a breath of relief. There was no way he was getting in now.

“Did you lock all of em, hm?” he pressed onward, humming like he knew something you didn’t.

“You should check to be sure, wouldn’t want me to getcha, now would you?” he mused playfully, like this was all a joke.

Like a dog with a bone, you checked every other door in your house, the back, side, even the sliding patio doors, all of which were all unlocked.

You locked each one, before standing in the kitchen, leaned against the counter, the phone still up to your ear.

“Fuck are my parents trying to get killed?” you huffed as you tried to regulate your breathing.

He laughed, a genuine, amused one.

“No, but seeing as you just locked yourself in your home with me, i think you are.”

Your body went rigid at his words, surely you misheard that right? Scoffing out a laugh of denial, you replied.

“What- no, i locked my doors.. you’re not-”

and then you looked at the bowl of candy you left on the counter earlier, the pieces you spilled, half of them unwrapped, all the wrappers left in the counter.

An unbridled fear you’d never felt, settled deep in your bones. Something you’d never felt before.

Your stomach knotted itself together, before dropping, your chest heavy with the weight of fear. Your expression had morphed in to one of shock, lips slightly parted and pupils dilated.

“Where are you?” you breathed into the phone, voice hardly stable at this point.

“Oh you know… around” he laughed.

“Come find me doll, let’s have some fun.” and before you could reply-

click.

The line went silent.

The moment he hung up, the phone slipped from your hands and shattered on the tile of the kitchen floor. You swallowed thickly, hands shaking, heart hammering behind your ribs.

You forced one trembling foot in front of the other slowly, reaching for a kitchen knife, and holding it close to your chest for protection.

You slowly moved towards the hallway from your kitchen, looking down it, you saw the door to your father’s study, cracked open, his desk lamp, on.

You could hear a faint hum, coming from the office, and you exhaled deeply as you got closer, the wooden floors of your house creaked with every step you took, until you reached the door and pushed it open sticking the knife out like it’d save you.

Only for the room to be Empty.

You let out a deep breath of relief. No one was here, It must’ve just been a sicko fucking with you.

“Thank fucking God” you sighed exasperated as you dropped your arm.

“There’s no one in here” you chuckled as you turned around.

It was then, that you saw him. Standing right behind you with a giant knife, no less.

He had to be at least 6’3, with biceps the size of your head, and a mask, one that looked like the face of a wailing Ghost.

“Ya sure about that doll?” he mused, and god, you could hear the smirk under his mask.

The knife fell from your hands, sheer panic filling you to the brim as you let out a blood curdling scream.

You shoved him with all your might (though it didn’t do much) and bolted past him.

“Ah, guess i’ve got a runner tonight” he chuckled as he took off after you.

You bolted straight to the front door, unlocking it with very little grace, and just when you thought you were free, his fist was tangled in the back of your curls, yanking you back inside.

“Ah, ah, ahhh.. no running baby girl.” he mused as he slammed the door shut and locked it.

You whined as he manhandled you, dragging you to the kitchen.

“Please..” you squeaked out as tears welled up in your eyes, your breath catching in your throat.

He groaned low in his throat at the way you begged, something about it, turning him on.

he yanked you back against his broad chest, his pecs meeting your shoulder blades, and craned your head back, running the sharp end of his knife along your throat

“Please what, sweetheart? Choose your words carefully” he hummed as he whispered into your ear.

“P-please.. don’t hurt me” you choked out, all high pitched as tears rolled from your eyes.

He hummed as he thought it over, before moving the knife downward and pressing the it into your collar bone, slicing you just enough to wet his knife with your blood.

You winced at the pain, it stung and burned soemthin’ serious, and part of you wanted to wail, scream for help as the tears rolled down your cheeks, but a small part of you deep down, liked that little pain.

He however, looked at the knife, Pupils blown wide like some predator who’d caught his pray. He lifted his mask, just enough to show his lips, pretty and full, with a scar on the left side of them, and he licked your blood, clean off the knife.

“Mmmm.. you taste so good, just like i knew you would” his voice was a low rumble of appreciation as he repeated the motion on your other collarbone, drawing blood from you and tasting it.

“Ah!” you whimpered quietly, your eyes screwed shut at the pain he inflicted. The pain that was.. kind of making you feel a little less afraid and more aroused.

“Mmmnnghh fuck, make more of those sounds for me, pretty.” He groaned as he roughly drug the knife down your shirt, splitting it open with the sharp metal of the blade.

Your breath hitched as he split your shirt open, the cool air of your house, nipping at your bare brown skin, tummy spilling out, full of stretch marks, just like he loved.

Your breasts spilled out along with your tummy, because- of course you’d have no bra on, you were home alone.

You looked up at him, brown cheeks flushing a little red, half naked under this man’s gaze until you saw his lips, that scar… it couldn’t be.. no.

He looked down at you, making brief eye contact through the eye holes in his mask before he settled on your tits.

“Fuckin’ perfect” he muttered as he swiped his knife over the left one, making a little knick, and then repeating with the right one, before licking the blood right off the blade.

“Ffuuuhhhckkk” he groaned “Shit tastes like heaven” he murmured.

Your body shivered at his words, eyes screwing shut as you winced, tucking your bottom lip under your teeth. The pain giving you a little more pleasure than you’d care to admit.

Your little reactions didn’t go unnoticed though.

“Oh? you like that, don’t you?” he purred, tilting his head at you, and this time you could actually see his smirk on those scarred lips.

“N-no!” you cracked out, voice uneven, face blistering with heat.

“Yeah? I’ll be the judge of that” he drawled low and teasing.

In one swift motion, Toji had you bent over the kitchen counter, chest pressed down to the cold marble, holding your head down against it too, smushing your face, your ass sticking out towards him.

He held the knife in between his teeth and yanked your shorts down, right along with the underwear and god he thought he died and went to his fucked up version of heaven.

You were fucking dripping, all your clear arousal bubbling up right between your puffy lil’ pussy lips.

The cold air hit your ass and you wiggled under the weight of the breeze and his gaze.

“Please- i- i-” you whined out before he grabbed the knife from his mouth and pointed it at your face.

“Shut up.” he said bluntly.

Then he took the back side of the knife and smoothed it over the globes of your ass and you all but whimpered.

He rubbed it over them on repeat til he brought it down to your lips and rubbed the dull back between them, just to hear that wet squelching noise.

“Mmmm, but you don’t like it.. huh?” he scoffed out a chuckle.

“Look at ya doll, fucking soaked, all worked up from a few cuts huh?” he mused.

“N-no it’s not like that-… p-please!” you whined as you wiggled under the weight of his hold, at this point, you weren’t sure what you were even begging for from him.

“Oh it’s not like that?” he scoffed and rolled his eyes, though you couldn’t see under his mask.

he pulled the knife from in between your lips, the string of your arousal not going unnoticed as he tossed the knife on the counter, letting go of your head in favor of holding your hands behind your back. His free hand, landed on your ass with a hard smack.

Your body jolted and you closed your eyes “mmf! fuck!” you whimpered.

Toji soothed the sting with his hand before landing another one, then soothing it, then another, three, four, and then-

“okay! okay!” you cried out, tears rolling down your cheeks, your ass was burning, but when he looked down, he could see, a lil string of your arousal dripping from your puffy pussy lips.

“mmhhmmm no more lyin’ doll.” he hummed as he brought his hand to your cunt, swirling his middle and ring fingers over your lips before spreading them to find your clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

your mouth was gaped open, legs shaking, your brain couldn’t decided whether to focus on the pain in your ass, or the pleasure he was giving you currently.

“ohhh.. m’godddd” you crooned as you look back at him over your shoulder, your wrists bound together by his one hand, your lashes fluttering in immense pleasure.

“yeahhhhh, feels so good, doesn’t it?” he purred lowly as he rubbed faster in tight little circles.

you couldn’t lie if you wanted to, you were putty in his hands with the way he worked your clit so you just nodded, mindlessly as you mouth gaped further at his speed.

“Look atcha’ gonna cum for me like this hm sweetheart?” he teased as he lolled his head to the side at you, a grin on his lips, his pearly white barely showing.

“i.. i dunno knowww” you whined as you squeezed your legs together. Liar you were about to cum.

And so he snatched his fingers away, listening to you whine at the loss of pleasure, he sucked them clean with a pop! sound, groaning at the taste of you, his eyes nearly in the back of his head.

“God fuckin’ damn, you taste better than i imagined” he grumbled as he worked to unfasten his belt buckle, his jeans and boxers following one after the other.

You looked back at him, the cuts on your body still stinging and when your eyes dropped down to his dick, you mouth nearly watered.

He leaned forward, one hand still keeping your wrists bound and the other swabbing his tip between your wet folds.

you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you, your head falling back down to the marble counter. “Mnnghh fuck-”.

He smirked at the sound you made and then tilited his hips back and slammed in, tearing a scream right out of you. his pace was nothing short of disrespectful.

“a-aahh!”

“that’s right, let me hear ya doll” he grunted out as he released your wrists in favor of your curls again, pulling you back by your hair hard enough to make your back arch.

Your palms landed flat in the counter, your eyes rolling back, and every breath of air came out choked while the globes of your ass, rippled off his pelvis with every thrust he delivered.

Every orifice of your gummy walls sucking him in deeper and deeper as you squeezed around him.

“Gah-hd fuckkkk!!!” you moaned as you grasped at the counter. The veins of his heavy cock brushing against every crevice of you, dragging sounds from you, that you never knew you could make.

Messy squelching sounds bounced off every wall of your kitchen until it was nothing but moans, cries and the sound of Toji’s grunts.

“S’all wet like that for me sweetheart? hm?” he mused as he watched his dick disappear inside you on repeat.

Every time he pulled out a new string of your arousal found itself a home on his base, right by his curly tufts of dark hair before he slammed back in, creating more and more.

“So wet it’s fucking disgusting” he laughed as he worked his hips harder, faster.

Your mouth formed an “o” shape at the change in pace and roughness, a familiar ball of heat forming in the pit of your tummy.

Your body began to tense as the rotund head of his dick pressed kiss after painfully pleasurable kiss to the spongy surface of your cervix.

Your breaths were choked, ragged, bordering on screams as you fluttered around him uncontrollably, teetering right in the edge.

Toji’s restraint was fraying at the edges feeling you pulse and spasm around him. “Uh- uh, not yet doll, wanna see ya face when u make you cum.” he huffed as he pulled out of you.

You opened your mouth to protest about the loss of pleasure but before you could, he’d picked you up and slammed you against the refrigerator, hiking your legs up til they were over his shoulders.

His large calloused hands made home on your hips, the balls of your feet rested on his deltoids, and the backs of your thighs against his abs and chest as he slid right back in with ease, groaning and tilting his head back.

“Uugghhhh fuuucckkkk”

A pure fucked out look of bliss spread across your face as he started to rock his hips up into you, your back sliding up and down the cold metal of the fridge.

Your arms flailing helplessly as he fucked up into you over and over again, each sound that left him, punctuated by the meanest thrust.

“Gonna— hahh- gonna fuckin’— mmf- fill you riiight up pretty baby.” he babbles as he kept his gaze in your face, mask slipping up slightly in his face.

You were too busy about to cum to notice though.

The way he moved you up and down with the way he fucked you, had your head spinning, in no time, that heat was back in the pit of your stomach as you crooned for him.

“har-harder! I’m— i’m gonna— mnnghh f-fuuhhhckk!”

Toji already knew what you were into, and that only pushed him to give it all he had. He pressed you further into the fridge, fucking yo into you harder. So hard the metal cube started to rock.

“Yeah? gonna cum for me sweetheart? gonna milk me?” he chuckled as he pressed his masked face into your neck so he could bite on your shoulder.

“Show, don’t tell, pretty thing, c’mon” he whispered as he slammed his hips up and pulled out “cum for me” and he slammed up again.

The sound he ripped from you was ungodly, your walls tightening around him so much, when you came, that it actually did pull his orgasm from him, with a strained curse.

He held himself there, cock twitching inside of you with every spurt of his cum he emptied into you, his hips jerking as he tried to get it alllll in.

“Fuck”

He stood there, holding you, panting til he lifted his head, mask half on and looked at you.

You were almost too fucked out of your mind.

almost.

You just looked at him, this masked man who’d fucked the daylights out of you, and then you reached for his mask, snatching it off before he could dodge, and your face morphed into shock.

“Toji?!” you yelped

A cocky but smirk tugged at his lips as he looked down at you.

Toji Fushiguro. your fucking boyfriend.

“Hey baby” he mused with that stupid, fucking shit eating grin of his.

“You said you wanted to try something new, well…. how’d i do?”

He looked over the class once more with a faint chuckle and nod before speaking again. “Alright then everyone, class dismissed. Enjoy your weekend.”

With that the entire class began to pack up and file out, before Nanami remembered he’d be posting their test scores from last weeks exam . “Ah also, grades for your most recent exam, will be posted this evening.”

a few sighs of relief were heard from some as they exited, while others face palmed and groaned at the thought of seeing their grade.

You however, were elegantly and quietly packing your class materials away into your little earthy shoulder bag. Standing from your seat as you finished and rounded the table to head toward the exit, pulling the bag over your shoulder.

The long patterned skirt you wore, hugged your hips. Little bits of chub spilling out over the top, just enough to make Nanami’s mouth salivate.

Your form fitted shirt clung to your curves and hugged your chest. Breasts overflowing out of the shirt just enough to make your cleavage the main appetizer of the meal that was you.

your skirt flowed within the air conditioned breeze inside the classroom as you walked, hips swaying and a small mindless smile across your face as you did so. blissfully unaware of the raging hard on you were giving Nanami.

He had already been watching you, sitting at his desk, leaned back in his chair. You were always the last person to leave from his class, but he didn’t mind, the longer you stayed, the more fuel it gave him to imagine shoving his cock right into your little hole and ruining you for any other man.

He knew he probably shouldn’t, it felt wrong, he was your professor, and ten years your senior. It went against everything he knew within the world of ethics.

But god, he needed you wrapped around him, he needed to feel your walls squeeze his cock and milk him til his balls shriveled up from how empty they were.

You were the only thing he was willing to break his moral code for.

Mindlessly you waltzed past his desk “Have a good weekend, Professor Nanami, see you on monday” your voice was like honey and lilacs, so soft and sweet but also rich and deep, he throbbed in his boxers and sat up before clearing his throat to speak.

“Would you like to help me grade your classmates exams?” He sputtered out voice strained, sounding like a nervous teenage boy.

You whipped your head around to face him, a small smile creeping onto your pretty features. “Again?” you questioned, a small chuckle following behind your words.

It was no secret that you were sort of his undefined teachers assistant. after all, you did have the highest grade throughout his entire student chart. 102.3%, most students left his class with an 83% on average. Last week you helped him grade another classes exams as well.

He smiled a little sheepishly after hearing you speak, though your tone was laced with amusement, he felt a twinge of guilt.

He always asked you for some form of help, but he couldn’t help it, it was the only way he could be with you alone to admire and ogle you the way he wanted.

“Yes, again.” he chuckled, eyes crinkling at the corners as he confirmed your word. “Won’t hold you too long, yeah? swing by my office tonight and we’ll get through it together” he smiled reassuringly as if you weren’t already gonna say yes.

You had no plans this weekend (or any other) other than to write, masturbate or play a few games on your PC, the usual. “alright, is seven okay?” you asked, voice a bit softer than usual as you offered him a small smile.

he hummed and looked at the expensive watch on his wrist before nodding and drifting his gaze back over to you, drinking your body in again. “perfect, i’ll see you then.” he said firmly, a smirk tugging at his lips.

you nodded, your small smile turning into a much larger, toothier one, excitement brimming in your veins at the prospect of grading papers with your favorite professor again. “see you tonight professor” and with that you were out of his sight.

the door to his office was cracked when you showed up to it, punctual as ever. typical behavior for you. you’d decided on dressing a little more comfortable, some cute, fluffy little pajama shorts, a long sleeved shirt with lace just at the hem of the fabric, and the cutest little fuzzy slippers to match.

you held your bag over your shoulder and rubbed your lip balm covered lips together as you knocked on his office door before peeking your head in.

“hi professor” you said cheerily as your head popped into his office. he was sitting as his desk, first few buttons on his shirt undone, pen tipping back and forth between his middle and ring finger and tie partially unraveled as his eyes bore into the stack of papers on his desk.

his hard gaze, once focused on the papers in front of him, shot up to you and immediately it softened at the sight of your face.

“hi, c’mon in, glad you could make it.” he said rolling back in his chair, pushing away from his desk. you opened the door fully, stepping in and shutting it behind you, revealing your little outfit and his eyes nearly left their sockets.

his throat went dry and his cock started to harden in his khaki slacks. you looked so sweet and innocent in your little outfit. his mind began to run rampant, fantasizing about all the ways he could rip you out of it as his eyes traveled over you figure.

“i’m happy to help you Professor Nanami” you mused sweetly as you took a seat opposite of him in front of his desk, crossing one leg over the other.

you noted his lustful gaze and the way his eyes raked over you, and your mind started to swirl a bit.

You were innocent, at least in the way that society had painted you. No one knew about how curious and insatiable you were.

How you dreamt about your professor rearranging your guts and walls to the shape of his cock, nightly. How you fantasized about him being the one to touch you, while you touched yourself. How badly you wanted to hear him whisper how good you were taking him while he corrupted you.

You wanted him to do so, badly.

“Kento.” he corrected in a soft but firm tone. “Huh?”

He chuckled a bit “Call me Kento, or Ken.” he replied as he lazily drug his eyes over your body from across his desk.

“Kento” you repeated out loud, more to yourself than to him. He smirked, good, now he just needed to hear you moan it next—

He knew feeling like this about you, fantasizing like this about you, went against everything he stood for. His moral code, his ethical one.

But fuck he just could not help himself. There was something so sweet, so pure about your very being, that just drove him to the edge in the best way possible.

He cleared his throat and grabbed the stack of exams dividing it in half to split amongst the two of you. “Need a pen doll?” he asked with a raised brow, offering you the one between his fingers.

“Oh, um.. yes please” you smiled softly, pulling your mind out of the gutter as you grabbed it softly.

Your finger tips brushed against his and you swore you felt something deep in your soul ignite, it crackled and sizzled and it started to burn. Nanami felt that same feeling, it went straight to his groin.

you weren’t quite sure how you got here. sat on top of your professors desk with your shorts and underwear off, legs spread wide open with him on his knees in front of you, kissing your inner thighs.

maybe it was somewhere between the lighthearted jokes and prolonged eye contact, or the repeated subtle brushing of finger tips when you’d ask him if you graded a test correctly, showing it to him for reassurance, regardless both you and his dreams were coming true.

you looked down at him, eyes half lidded and low as he kissed closer and closer to your cunt, his glasses pushed up as far they’d go on his beautiful, broad nose. you were soaked, Nanami ran a finger between your puffy lips, coating it with your slick “pretty lil things all wet just f’me huh?”

you whined at the feeling, your body jerking just a bit against his finger, desperate for more, for anything. “ken, d-don’t tease me, p-please” you pleaded as you rolled your hips against his thick appendage.

you’d never done any of this before, you’d never even gotten past a singular kiss or first date with anyone before. sure you’ve tried fingering yourself, but it just didn’t feel right when you did it, maybe you didn’t know what you were doing, so you always stuck to good old fashioned clit rubbing.

a low chuckle rumbled from his chest, vibrating up your thighs as he kissed them, closer and closer til his face was right in front of your core, glistening and hot, he was close enough he could feel the heat from it warming his face.

“alright baby, won’t tease ya no more” his words were a promise. he licked a long stripe up your cunt, right between your sticky folds, eliciting the prettiest little whimpers from you.

he savored the taste of your slick on his tongue, thinking it was the sweetest little pussy he’s ever licked on “pussy so sweet pretty girl, tryin’ to get me addicted huh?”

immediately he dived in, his big muscular arms snaking around your thighs to hold you open, making you lean your body back and placing your hands on his desk to keep yourself as steady as possible, his lips latched on to your clit and he started to suck and lick on it like a man starved.

all the intense stimulation had your brain going haywire, unintentionally trying to shut your legs around his head “nghh— k-ken i— ohh m’god” he only hummed in approval.

he lapped at your cunt like you owed him something and this was his way of taking back from you, what was owed. like you’d stolen something and by god, was he going to get it back. he yanked you closer and pushed his head deeper as his tongue worked your clit into overdrive, you thought you’d physically explode from the way he ate you.

“w-wait.. kennn.. m’gunna” you whined as you tried to scoot back away from him, the pleasure was too much, but at the same time not enough.

he yanked you back to the edge of the desk, shooting you a little glare as he stopped for just long enough to discipline you and fix his glasses, moving them up to his forehead “no movin’ ‘kay darlin’? m’hungry, let me eat.” and then right back to your cunt he went.

you couldn’t even respond to him with words, all you could do was choke out moans and cries as your head tipped back, eyes in the back of your head with your mouth dropped open. the heat in your stomach was building, it was tight, and white hot, bound to break the dam and overflow.

“m’gunna cum— ken…pleaseee” you cried, cunt clenching around nothing, the heat in your stomach at its limit. “i know darlin, let me have it, give it to papa” was all he muttered as he redoubled his efforts on your clit, driving you right over the edge.

the damn finally broke. the heat overflowing as he held you in place and worked his tongue while you came. body trembling, legs shaking as you whimpered from the intensity of your orgasm.

his face was drenched in your juices as he lapped you up, working you through your orgasm and drinking you up as your essence dripped down his chin.

“there you go darlin’ that’s it, let it out” he cooed as he watched your eyes finally flutter open “good, you did so good f’me sweet girl.”

he pulled away from you and stood up, leaning his body against you, his bulge rubbing against your exposed core. you looked at how messy and wet his mouth was and felt a wave of embarrassment flood you.

“m’sorry” you muttered as you looked away. he laughed in response, it was deep and husky, filled with amusement as he tilted your face back towards his with his index finger. he set it under your chin and tilted your face up, making you meet his gaze.

“eyes here pretty girl” he murmed “you’re okay, i like the mess” he cooed sweetly as he leaned closer, pressing himself fully against you, “taste yourself, you taste so good” then he kissed you, chest pressed against your own as he moved his lips languidly against yours.

he grinded his bulge against your core, letting your wetness soak him through his pants as he groaned into the kiss. “need to feel this pretty pussy on me doll” he murmured against your lips.

you whined in response, heart thrumming in your chest nervously as he moved a hand down and worked the buckle of his belt and his zipper, glasses falling back down on to his nose, his pants dropped and his boxers weren’t far behind him. you broke the kiss and looked down at his cock—

holy shit.

your eyes widened, anxiety suddenly filling you to the brim as you stared at the monster, it was fully erect, standing at attention. precum beading from his angry red tip.

veins adorned the sides of his thick cock, traveling all the way down to his based where little curls of dark blonde hair nestled against his skin. how were you supposed to take that monster?

your eyes flicked back up to his, and he’d been watching you, watch him the entire time, letting you take in the sheer size of him, a knowing smirk on his face “s’alot ken..” you whispered

“i know darlin’, but you’ll be good and take every inch f’me wontcha?” he cooed sweetly. you figured at this point, there was no turning back, so now was a good a time as any to tell him you were a virgin right? right?!

“kento.. i.. i’m a-” you stuttered out, and before you could finish, he’d cut you off with words of his own “a virgin, i know doll, i’ll be gentle. promise.” your face flushed, hot as ever. “h-how’d you know?” you asked in a small voice.

he laughed, like genuinely, his chest rumbled against yours as the melodic chorus of his laughter filled the room. “doll, you came in less than sixty seconds. now i’m pretty good with my tongue, but that’s still a tell tale sign f’me.” he snickered just a bit.

you had never felt so embarrassed in your life, did you really cum that fast? it felt way longer when he was down there. how did he even know it was less than sixty seconds? was he keeping track?

he was, earlier, while you had your head in the clouds, singing a symphony of moans, he’d been lapping at your cunt and looking at his watch, noting the fact that he made you cum in about 45 seconds.

your face was hot with embarrassment at his words. you wanted to shrivel into a hole and die. nanami however thought the entire scene was so adorable, and it made him unimaginably hard.

he pressed himself against you to pull you out of your head. his tip and shaft gliding through your fat lips to gather up your juice. he groaned at the feeling “focus darlin’, m’not judgin, im proud to be your first, i’ll take care of ya” he reassured you as he leaned in and peppered small kisses against your neck.

you whined as you felt his cock glide through your lips and his sweet kisses against your neck, coupled with the reassurance, it was enough to get you right back in the zone. “m’ready ken” you crooned as he kissed at your neck and collar bone.

he hummed in approval and he drug his head from his neck to look at you “yeah? alright pretty girl, just hold on to me, papa’s gotcha”

you nodded slowly, placing your hands on his shoulders for stability. he gripped his throbbing cock, dragging it through your lips again, to gather up enough slick and pumped himself before settling at your entrance.

“deep breath for me sweet girl, mkay?” he said gently. you nodded and braced yourself, inhaling deeply as his fat mushroom tip invaded your little hole, nanami ignored his own pleasure in favor of watching your face to make sure there were no signs of discomfort.

he got a quarter of the way in before he stopped. “y’alright doll? s’not too much is it?” he asked as his eyes traveled your face.

“n-no s’just.. you’re r-really big ken” you breathed out. he chuckled as he rubbed soothing circles on your hips “you’re doing amazing pretty girl, but make sure you tell me if i need to stop ‘kay?” he nodded at you.

“okay.. i.. i can take it.” you whispered softly. he smiled at that, he thought your determination was so cute. “alright doll” and with that he pushed in a little further, you whined and gripped his shoulders, nails digging into them.

you could feel the stretch, the burn as his cock split you open for him. your greedy little walls sucking him in, inch by inch. nanami hissed, the pleasure of your cunt swallowing him and the pain of your nails in the divots of his shoulder blades, egging him on.

“get ready for a biigg stretch pretty girl” his voice had some breathiness to it. you could tell he was trying to hold back for you, he didn’t wanna hurt you. you nodded your head mindlessly, eyes nearly in the back of it.

he chuckled at your cock-drunk state and held your thighs up a little higher and as he pushed the rest of the way in, he let out a strangled moan as his tip kissed your cervix and he felt you clench him tight, almost a little too tight

“loosen up doll—hah—gonna b-break my dick if you—fuck— don’t” he breathed out, leaning forward to pepper more kisses on your neck. you whimpered as you tried to relax around him and adjust to the feeling of being so full. “s’too big ken.. mmf— m’trying” you whined.

it took you a few minutes, but nanami kissed your way through it as he waited for you to loosen up, you couldn’t lie, making out definitely did help.

“ready pretty girl?” he muttered against your lips. you nodded and that was all he needed to hear.

he drew his hips back, pulling out about half way before languidly thrusting his hips forward back in, filling you completely up, the both of you moaning in harmony as he set a slow, languid pace.

“pussy so—shit— so tight—hah-fuck” he groaned as he pulled your hips impossibly closer, your ass barely on the desk. “talk to me doll—fuck— feels good huh?” he panted as he rocked his hips back and forth, bullying your tiny little pussy.

“mmm f-feels gooooddd.. kennn” you crooned as your arms wrapped around his neck. the sensation was new, but god, it felt so fucking good, even the bits of pain from his fat mushroom tip kissing your cervix.

“yeah? taking my dick—hah— so fucking good pretty girl” he praised, and god was it making you twice as wet as before. “f-faster.. ken—nghh-harder.. m-more” you choked out.

it was like those were the magic words he needed to hear, something within him snapped. he grabbed the bottom of your ass and lifted you off his desk into the air as he slid you up and down his dick with ease. his big arms spreading you more open as he used you cunt like a toy, bucking his hips up into you picking up the pace.

“like this doll?—ah shit— you like that huh? like the way my—fuck—dick fills you up pretty girl?” he grunted as he moved you up and down, his hips meeting your body halfway.

your vision was white and spotty as he reached places inside your cunt, that you didn’t know were possible. mouth falling open, head back, whining and nodding as he thrusted upward, your tummy juggling with each upward motion he gave you. “y-yes sir.. i.. ah- ah— ken!”

the way your cunt fluttered around him, he swore he was seeing stars, he walked towards the wall holding you in his grasp as he pinned you against it and hoisted one of your legs on his shoulder as he held the other one open and pistoned his hips upward, eliciting cries from your pretty mouth.

“that’s right baby, you feel me in your tummy hm?” he breathed out, his balls we’re getting heavy, cock twitching in your cunt, the way your walls wrapped around him, it was like a vice, he picked up the pace just a bit further as his balls continued to tighten and the knot in his stomach grew.

“nghh- ken— s’deep.. m’gunna cummm” you whined as your soaking pussy gripped his cock tight, walls pulsing and legs shaking. the squelching sounds of him bulldozing your pussy and the symphony of your and his moans was all that could be heard within the confines of his office.

“go on sweet girl, cum on this dick f’me, give it to me baby” he coaxed as he pulled you off the wall and closer to him, chests pressed together as he kisses and bit at your neck and fucked into you with twice the effort as before.

you yelped and pulled him closer burying your face in his shoulder as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, white and hot, your vision was blurry as you clenched around him, crying out for him “m’cumminnnn kennnnn”

he groaned feeling your cum, hot and creamy, slide down his cock, spurring his own orgasm, he thrusted a few more time before burying himself at your hilt, the heat in his abdomen rushing forward as he came inside of you, hot spurts of cum, jetting out of him and painting your walls with his essence. “shit— f-fuck— sooo fucking good baby”

he rolled his hips up a few more times, emptying his balls as the last remnants of his seed coated your walls before taking your leg off his shoulder. you lifted your head from his neck and looked down at the small space where your bodies connected.

he slowly pulled out, watching the mix of your cum and his, leak out down his shaft and drip onto the floor and groaned at the sight “look at that fucking mess, you did so good f’me pretty girl.” he praised and you whined tiredly as he kept you in his grasp and sat down in his chair, rubbing soothing circles all over your lower back and sides.

“hurts ken” you mumbled against his shoulder softly. he chuckled just a little bit and you smacked his shoulder “s’not funnnyyy” you whined, which only furthered his laughter.

“don’t worry your pretty little head doll, papa’ll take care of ya” he whispered sweetly as he kissed the top of your head sweetly as he rocked you back and forth soothingly, rubbing your lower back as you laid against him, nearly asleep.

he could only hope the two of you didn’t get caught in his office, because he had no plans of moving you or himself any time soon.

nor did he plan to stop fucking you every chance he got, you might’ve been his number one student, but now you were just his.