#rowyn writes

“Uh, uh, w-what about the lesson plans?” He stutters, his hand coming to rub the back of his neck sheepishly- and her eyes widen, head cocking to the side like she’s dumbfounded by his ignorance.

“I’ve had their lesson plans for the next six months figured out for awhile now, Bro.” She says with a chuckle- and that’s all it took for him.

And like he’s afraid she’ll take her words back, he’s rushing over to her and dropping to his knees.

And how her eyes widen in shock, as his large, warm hands are placed on her knees and he’s staring up at her like a divine monument sat upon his desk.

“I’ve been really dumb, huh?” He mumbles, and her right hand lifts from the desk, to cup his cheek and gently brush her thumb across the slightly weather-worn skin there- and it’s like a subconscious urge he can’t deny when he leans into her touch.

He’s breathtaking. Older, sure- but god.

“Thank goodness I’m a teacher.” Is all she says, as she leans down and captures his lips in an achingly gentle kiss, his slightly chapped lips molding together against her plush, soft ones in a way that made his fingers dig into the space where her knees started to curve into full, soft thighs.

And he’s gasping slightly into their kiss, as her other hand comes down to grip one of his, and slowly inch it up her bare thigh.

And she flutters her eyes open, parting their mouths slightly to see that delightfully crimson flush creeping up his face.

“Are you sure?” He asks, swallowing nervously-and the respectful tone in his voice makes her want to jump him. It makes her want to rip his skin from his bones and devour him.

He’s so bashful now, gone was the playful banter and here was a man who didn’t quite seem to know what to do when a woman was throwing herself at him.

And when her hands move from him, a flash of fear-rejection streaking through his eyes like a dying star- before he pauses, an audible swallow coming from him as he watches her start to unbutton her blouse further, the fabric beginning to drape and pool down her arms as she freed the last one from its entrapment.

“I’ve been quite sure for some time, now.”

She’s the bashful one now, averting her gaze with her arms crossed under her chest.

Had she been reading the rooms wrong?

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But the second she seemed unsure of how he felt, he broke.

His arms wrap around her waist and he presses his face into the softness of her stomach, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“I’ve thought you were the most beautiful person in this world since the day you stepped foot into this building and into my life.” And his words are muffled and rushed against her skin, though he could feel a shiver run through her body- feel gooseflesh raising on her back under where his hands were placed.

And when he finally looks up at her- she’s biting her lip, cheeks flushed and staring down at him as she subtly shifts her hips, rubbing her thighs together in a way that would have been discrete if he wasn’t clinging to her lap.

“Then won’t you show me how beautiful you think I am?” And her head is tilted to the side, and that damned coy smirk is playing at her lips again.

And he had the feeling he’d been caught in a web, but he didn’t care.

Bro is rushing up, and she meets his lips halfway, her arms wrapping around his neck as he settles his body between her thighs he’d spread with his hips.

And he’s clinging to her, hands roaming everywhere he could reach, gripping her hips and releasing a strangled moan into her mouth when she latches her legs around him and presses their hips together, the growing erection in his pants grinding between the apex of her thighs.

And she’s touching him.

Her hands have slipped up his neck and deft fingers are unbuttoning his jacket, slipping it down his shoulders and sliding cool fingers up his chest under his undershirt, raising goose flesh with their touch.

She’s tracing the muscles of his chest with fingers that are so cold against the heat of his body, and she’s tracing against his skin like she knows exactly what she’s doing, just the barest whispers of touch that has him leaning into it, silently begging for more.

Bro’s hands go to her face to hold it as he molded their mouths together like if they stopped to breathe the fantasy would end abruptly- but when they do part, they’re panting- his overshirt flung to the side, with hers off but hanging from where it was tucked into her skirt.

And he drops to his knees, all signs of demure shyness dead and gone as he glances up at her- and licks his lips.

And he’s waiting, staring at her, a smirk toying at his lips in an expression she’d never seen before- but one that excited her.

He was asking permission.

And she granted it silently- leaning back on her hands and simply spreading her legs. An open invitation for him to enjoy.

And enjoy he did.

His face pressed between her legs with zero hesitation, and it was her face that was crimson now as he took a deep, shuddering breath and started to gently rub his nose against her clothed folds.

And he never broke eye contact with her as he did this.

“God, I’ve never even allowed myself to imagine this…” and his voice is deep, and rumbling, and it forces her legs to try and twitch shut around his head in embarrassment.

“Oh no, this is mine right now-“ and his hands are forcing her legs apart as he’s nuzzling her core, his facial hair tickling the insides of her thighs as she bites her lip, unable to stop staring at the mess he was causing.

Given free reign- he was an entirely different man.

He was staring dead into her eyes as his tongue sticks out, and he lightly traces up and down against her underwear, before pressing a firm kiss to her already swollen clit that was sensitive and waiting from just their clandestine kiss.

And she’s shuddering, a pitiful mewl escaping her mouth that causes a devious smile to cross Bros’ face- before his hands are under her skirt and lifting her up by her ass, tearing her panties down her legs and slamming her back down in the same movement he was attaching himself back to her core.

And he was on her like he was hungry.

She’s proud that she’s still sitting up- though her hands are back, gripping the end of the desk behind her for dear life as she’s helpless against his ministrations.

But when she leans her head back- a barely stifled moan tearing through her throat- he’d pulled away, and her head had snapped back up in furrowed-brow displeasure- only to meet his demanding, ravenous gaze.

“You gotta keep lookin’ at me, beautiful.” Bro says softly- before his mouth opens and he’s back on her and oh god.

His tongue was inside her.

He’s humming like he’s enjoying the best meal he’d ever had, his face nearly disappearing as he lifts one of her thighs onto his shoulder and starts thrusting his tongue inside of her like a cock.

And it’s impossibly deep, every other withdraw it felt was punctuated by his tongue sliding up to flick against her clit, then back down for more.

And he’s forcing her to watch him, on arms wrapped around the outside of her thigh and his warm, large hand pressed against the small of her back to prevent her from falling backwards in bliss like she wanted to, and the other is sinking into her bush and spreading her folds open for his tongue to fuck her into oblivion.

She could feel the heat in her face and hands, and that spot in her stomach wasn’t fluttering anymore, it was rattling the bars of its cage and screaming at her for release.

And she could tell that he could tell, with the way her legs were twitching around his head- and one of his hand disappears from her back, forcing her to catch herself on her own- and his tongue from her pitifully clenching hole- a whine of displeasure wringing itself from her throat before he glances up at her, tearing his gaze from where he was staring at her dripping cunt, fingers shaped in a V rubbing on either side of her clit from above.

And she felt his the fingers of his other hand appear and begin circling her hole softly.

And he’s asking again- silently requesting permission.

And she’s huffing, blowing her hair out of her face and glaring at him.

“If your stupid ass doesn’t stop playing coy I’m gonna just get myself off.” She shoots at him, and he’s grinning, laughing at her new, demanding side before he’s latched onto her clit, his two middle fingers plunging into her and giving her such a stretch that she knew if she hadn’t been so hot already would have hurt.

And he’s curling those fingers against that soft spot inside her walls and she’s forgetting her name, his name, fuck where was she?

Her back arches and she’s now laying across the table, head hanging off the edge and her knees coming up and together as she’s practically keening- a panting, moaning mess as he sits up on one knee to keep access to her poor clit-refusing to give her any respite from how hungry he was for her.

And she can feel it.

That spot below her stomach and the one right in front of her entrance.

“Bro- I’m gonna- S-Stop- I’m gon-“ She pants, head snapping up-and though he’d been reserved, polite in asking to go further before- her desperate pleas went ignored as he forced her legs apart with one hand to make her look at him again as he plunged his fingers in faster, his tongue out and flicking against her clit at damn near the same tempo- and ending with his lips wrapping around the swollen bud with a pulse that sent her crashing; finally understanding what those smutty books she’d been reading meant when they said they’d “seen stars.”

A desperate scream that she cuts off with both of her own hands slammed across her mouth is the least of her worries, because she’s spasming as the most erotic, disgusting orgasm of her life tears through her body from back to front and up through down.

And she’s gushing.

With every pulse and twitch of her body- it’s spraying out and forcing heat to her face in sheer mortification- embarrassment that’s furthered by Bro leaning back in shock for a split second.

But only a second.

Before he’s locking eyes with her and that hunger is back.

And he’s back on her squirting cunt like it’s the nectar of the gods.

The sounds are obscene. It’s vulgar. Disgusting.

And it’s the most pleasure she’d ever felt in her life.

Bros’ face is buried back in her cunt, his fingers movements lazy as he strokes his fingers in and out of her sopping wet hole- like he’s urging her to give him more- and it’s so wet she can’t even feel individual movements anymore- but she can feel the rumbling as he groaned in sheer bliss as he lapped up her juices, his eyes closed and jaw unhinged like a man who’d just found his new favorite meal.

Her poor cunt is so sensitive she finally has to push him away, twitching and so overstimulated she’s giggling breathlessly.

And he’s looking up at her with a soaking wet face, eyes hooded and tongue flicking out to reminisce on the taste of her, and she couldn’t help herself- he made it look so damn good.

And she’s digging her hand in his hair on the top of his head and dragging him up so she can slide her tongue from the center of his clavicle to the bottom of his jaw, lapping up her fluids that glistened down his neck and face.

And she felt him shudder, his hands going to grip her waist hard enough to bruise- the first aggression she’d gotten from him the entire day- and she was practically purring when her tongue hit that soft spot under his ear.

His headband and had slipped loose, and she damn near pouted when his hands slipped from her body- only for an “oof!” to be pulled from her as he yanks her down further on the table- ass hanging off as he leans over her- headband yanked from his head and wrapped around his right hand that’s going to her wrists, forcing them above her head as he gives her a sly smirk.

And this side of him…. Oh.

He’s unclasping the front of her bra with his other hand, and the moment her breast is exposed to the air, his mouth is wrapping around an areola- tongue swirling as she sees a pale orange glow shining from his lowered lashes, before he’s lifting them and staring at her with the full force of his Anima.

And he gives her a sneaky, conniving grin with her nipple between his teeth as she feels cloth binding her hands above her head.

“Mr. Santa-“ She breathes, and it’s cut off by a sharp pain as he bites down on her nipple- words replaced by a weak moan of his first name, instead.

And he releases her breast from his mouth with a POP!, leaning forwards and pressing his lips to her ear and whispering in a voice that seemed too soft for the way he had her bound.

“Please, say you’re mine.”

Pt.3

His words are punctuated by the sound of his belt unbuckling- then sliding do the floor with a dull thud.

And her depressingly empty hole is clenching around nothing as he leaned back to catch her gaze with his.

His eyes are searching- begging for something she’d been trying to give him for a goddamn twelve month cycle.

“You’re actually stupid if you think I’m anything other than yours.”

And she’s pulling him down, kissing him sweetly between words.

“Yours.” His right cheek.

“Yours.” His left.

“Yours.” His nose.

And finally, she presses their mouths together, mumbling against his lips with a soft sigh.

“I’ve been trying to let you know for a year.”

And he’s groaning against her lips, and she can feel his hands desperately fumbling below- and then there’s a slip of fabric- and something hot, large and soft like velvet lays across her still- dripping cunt.

She swallows, before glancing down.

Oh fuck.

His cock was maybe a little longer than average, maybe seven inches or so- but the way she genuinely wondered if she’d be able to wrap her hand around it entirely had her realizing why he was so good at what he was doing before.

Because he’d probably hurt her if he hadn’t.

And that just makes him even more attractive in her eyes- the fact that he was a considerate and attentive lover.

So attentive, that he could see her licking her lips and staring at his cock- and he could tell exactly what she was wanting.

But before he gives it to her, he has to relieve some of his own tension.

And she feels the headband binding her wrists wrap under the desk and attach to one of the legs, pulling taut as he releases his hand on her wrists and instead lays it flat on his cock, pressing the shaft against her wet heat and grinding his hips down in a way that yanks a shuddering breath from the tutor.

And she’s arching her back, biting her lip and breathing hard through her nose as she pulls on her restraints- the head of his cock slipping across her poor, abused clit mercilessly as he pumps his hips against her.

Until he pulls away with a shaky breath of his own and grips her wrists once more- his Jinki unwrapping from the desk but still keeping her bound as he firmly but with such reverence pulls her down off the table to settle on her knees in front of him.

And that’s what she’d wanted.

He lets go of her arms and she drops them to her lap, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out without hesitation.

And he lays the swollen, red tip of his cock against it, his brows twitching in surprise when she goes straight to the base and drags her tongue up his shaft to his tip- licking his cock clean like she had his neck and jaw earlier.

“You’re perfect.” Bro mumbles, and he can see a spark of ego flash in her eyes- as she’s lifting and wrapping her hands around the base and taking him in her mouth until her lips meet her fingers.

And she’s squeezing, tears pricking her eyes as her jaw and throat strain- but she was no quitter, head bobbing as she pumps her hands along with her movements.

The feeling of his hands lovingly going to her hair- gently stroking her scalp and running his fingers through it was enough to urge her on, head lifting with a swirl of her tongue on every pass back down.

It was only a few moments before he was gripping her by the roots, forcing her to stop with closed eyes, jaw clenched and heavy breaths forcing their way through his nose.

He was about to come down my throat, but stopped himself. Wild he didn’t give me the same courtesy……

If she wasn’t bound, she would have given him the same treatment.

Shame.

But what wasn’t a shame, was when he opened his eyes, and with that beautiful orange glow burning with desire behind it, he’s gently tugging her hair- a silent request of “up, please” that she followed obediently.

And he turns her, pressing his large, muscular body against her back and slipping his hands into the waistband of her skirt- pulling on the elastic before letting it drop to the floor around her feet with her underwear.

And she notices a decent sized mirror behind his desk.

That he was watching her in.

And his Anima flickers, and her hands go from cautiously resting on the desk in front of her for stability- to attached to the lighting fixture above their heads.

And he’s staring in her eyes in the mirror as he slips his cock between her clenched thighs.

It’s so slick he gets no resistance, and he starts slowly- lazily fucking her thighs as his hands start to roam her body.

Gripping her breasts and pinching her nipples, twisting and pulling on them as her hips start to stutter with every pass of his mushroomed tip across her clit.

She can feel his breath on her ear as he leans in.

“Just say that I can.”

It removed the padlock from that cage in her stomach.

She’s babbling, “Please, please put your cock in me, I need it- I need you, Bro.” And her voice cracks- her eyes unable to break his in the mirror- and she can see him smirking.

“Thank you, pretty girl.”

And the stretch.

No amount of arousal or foreplay can prepare someone for being completely, totally, and deliciously filled.

She could feel everything. Every vein, every bump, every curve of the cock she’d attempted to memorize with her mouth.

And he was so slow- hips gently and smoothly thrusting back and forth as he squeezed every inch into her tight cunt.

When he was fully seated, it was perfect. There was no slamming against her cervix, no pressure of bottoming out that hurt so much the few times she’d attempted it-

It was pure ecstasy.

In to the hilt, he felt her walls quiver and clench around his thick shaft as he sat still for a moment, hands gripping her hips until there were bruises in the shapes of his fingers there.

“God, you’re so tight, beautiful. Papi’s gonna fill you up-“ his hips are snapping- the slow gentleness suddenly gone as his eyes fly open from how they’d clenched upon pressing his tip in- now staring her dead in the eyes with his hands on her shoulders and pulling her back against his chest; he starts grinding his cock inside of her, one hand moving to press on her lower stomach and the other coming to massage a breast and pinch and roll a nipple between his fingers- all while she’s held up by the lighting fixture above them.

A moan escaping on his breath in her ear as he feels her walls clench around him at his words.

“Yeah?” A growl from his throat punctuated by a harsh thrust that has her breath being forced out of her lungs.

“You like the idea of Papi cumming in you?”

And the hand on her stomach had slipped down to slip a finger on either side of her swollen clit- and she’s gasping, her head snapping back onto his shoulder as an unexpected, smaller- but no less violent orgasm rips through her- and she could feel a rumble in his chest halfway between a laugh and a groan as she faded back in.

“If you get me pregnant you’re gonna have to marry me…” She mumbles tiredly, absolutely blissed-out and limp as he uses her like a cock-sleeve.

She’s caught by warm arms as she feels her bindings slip loose quite suddenly.

And she lazily helps him turn her, sitting back on the desk length-wise and looking up at him with a fucked-out grin on her face and stars in her eyes.

He’s staring at her with pure, kind and loving adoration.

Bro takes her hands in his and lifts them back above her head-though keeping her unbound- and lays her back against the cool length of the wood as his lips capture hers, his cock sliding back into her slick hole with ease as he starts slowly pumping himself into her- making her take every inch before pulling out to the tip just barely catching on her entrance over and over; until he pulls his mouth away from hers as she starts panting and squirming under him, arching her back as his slow pace stretches her so teasingly.

And her breathing starts to stutter when he murmurs in her ear.

“So marry me.”

He’s picking up in speed, his hips slamming against hers like if he fucks her well enough she’ll have to say yes. His hands had left her wrists and were now clutching her hips desperately, his face hidden in her neck like he was afraid she’d push him away, but he’s yanked back by her hands coming around the back of his head and yanking the hair at the base of his neck- forcing him to look at her now.

Life on the ground isn’t guaranteed to be long.

But it can be happy if you choose it to be.

And Bro makes her happy.

“Okay.” She breathes, staring straight into his eyes as she says it without a hint of hesitation on her face- and a look of pure shock, replaced with joy crashes over him- and he’s slamming his cock into her, her legs wrapped around his waist and his arms wrapped around her back, hands gripping her shoulders with his elbows tucked against her waist as he pounds into her.

“God, I love you. I love you I love you I love you….” He’s babbling her name in her ear, and she’s repeating his words on her own breath back to him.

Hands tracing the muscles of his shoulders and neck, she starts whispering what she adored about him- his kindness, and his warmth and his smile and how god damned sweet he was- and it was like her words were urging him-his thrusts getting less and less precise as she felt his climax nearing.

“God, please get me pregnant.” She can’t help herself from moaning, and she can feel his entire body tense, a feral growl ripped from his throat as he slammed himself hilt deep and poured his load into her- so hot and slick already that she could feel it start slipping down her ass and dripping onto the ground between his feet while he was still buried inside her.

And he barely prevents himself from collapsing on top of her with his elbows, his head laying in the crook of her neck as he lays gentle kisses below her jaw.

“Thank goodness I look good in white.” She hums, and it draws a thick chuckle from him as he bites the smooth skin under her ear.

“You’ll look good with me.”

-Fin-