Your boyfriend sits bound to the sturdy wooden chair in the center of the room, his arms pulled back and secured with thick leather straps around his wrists and the chair's arms. His broad chest heaves with anticipation, those defined abs flexing under the soft lighting. His thick cock already twitches against his thigh, half-hard from the thrill of being exposed to your fans. You've got him stripped naked, legs spread and ankles tied to the chair legs, leaving him completely exposed and at your mercy.

"Hey guys," you say cheerfully, leaning into the frame so only your face shows, though the camera dips just enough to capture his twitching dick and torso. "Today I'm trying out different condom flavors to see if they actually taste good! With the help of my boyfriend, of course!" You grin wickedly, glancing over at him. He shifts in the restraints, his cock jumping visibly as your words sink in.

You kneel between his spread thighs, the cool floor pressing against your knees as you reach for the first condom on the tray beside you—a strawberry one. His eyes lock on yours, dark with need, but you just wink and tear the wrapper open.

"Let's start with strawberry," you announce to the camera, holding it up briefly before rolling it down his hardening shaft. The latex stretches tight over his girth, the faint fruity scent hitting the air as you grip the base and give it a slow pump. He groans low, hips bucking slightly against the bonds.

Leaning in, you wrap your lips around the tip, sucking gently at first. Your tongue swirls over the flavored surface, tasting the artificial sweetness mixed with his salty skin beneath. You take him deeper, bobbing your head steadily, hollowing your cheeks to create that tight suction he loves. His cock throbs in your mouth, growing fully rigid as you work him with wet, slurping sounds that the mic picks up perfectly. You hum around him, the vibration making his abs clench and his thighs tense.

"Mmm, good boy," you murmur against his length, pulling back just enough to praise him before diving down again, taking him to the back of your throat. He whimpers softly, the first sign of his building orgasm. You speed up, hand twisting at the base in rhythm with your mouth, feeling him swell and pulse. His breaths come ragged, breaths turning to pants as he nears the edge.

Just as his hips start to thrust weakly against the restraints, you pull off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to the glistening condom. "Strawberry's sweet, but a bit too fake," you say casually to the camera, licking your lips. "Not bad, though. What do you think, babe?" He whines, cock bobbing untouched, a bead of pre-cum smearing inside the latex. You ignore his pleading eyes and grab the next one—banana.

"Next up, banana," you declare, carefully sliding the strawberry one off and tossing it aside. His shaft glistens with your spit, twitching harder now from the denial. You roll the new condom on, the yellow tint contrasting his veined length, and waste no time sucking him back in.

This time, you go slower, teasing the underside with flicks of your tongue while your hand strokes lazily. He moans louder, head falling back against the chair as you build him up again, lips sealed tight around him.

You praise him between slurps, "Such a strong man, taking this so well for me." His muscles strain against the straps, abs contracting with each denied orgasm.

When he's thrusting up into your mouth, breaths hitching, you pull away once more. "Banana's smoother, almost creamy," you comment, wiping your mouth. "Tastes better than I expected." He lets out a frustrated groan, cock jerking in the air, but you just pat his thigh and move to the grape flavor.

The pattern repeats, each condom a new torment. Grape's tartness coats your tongue as you deepthroat him, gagging slightly for the camera's benefit while he whimpers your name. "You're doing amazing, love," you coo, fingers digging into his hips to hold him still. He gets closer each time, body trembling, but you deny him relentlessly, pulling off right at the brink, offering your tasting notes like it's a casual review.

By the fourth one—mango—his whimpers turn to full cries. Tears well in his eyes as you suck him hard, your hand pumping the base furiously.

"Please," he begs hoarsely, voice breaking. "Need to cum... fuck—please." You hum around him, ignoring the plea, feeling him throb desperately. When you finally release him, his cock slaps against his abs, the condom slick and shiny. "Mango's sweet, a little tangy," you say to the lens, as if he isn't sobbing softly now.

You switch to cherry, rolling it on while he shakes, pre-cum leaking steadily. Your blowjob is merciless this round, throat relaxing to take every inch, nose brushing his groin. He cries out, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, body arching as much as the bonds allow.

"Let me cum, baby, please— I-I can't..." His voice cracks into sobs, his frame quivering with both overstimulation and denial.

"Look at you, so perfect and ruined for me," you praise softly, even as you pull off again. "Cherry's my favorite so far! bold and juicy." He's full-on sobbing now, chest heaving with ragged breaths, cock twitching violently without touch.

Begging spills from his lips in broken pleas, "Please, please, I'll do anything! just let me cum... hurts so good..."

Finally, you relent, peeling off the cherry condom and discarding it. His bare cock stands rigid, veins bulging, tip flushed dark. "Alright, you've earned it," you say with a grin, both to him and the camera. Wrapping your hand around his slick length, you stroke firmly from base to tip, thumb circling the head on each upstroke. He bucks into your grip, sobs turning to relieved moans as you pump faster, twisting your wrist to hit every sensitive spot.

"Cum for me, good boy," you urge, leaning in to whisper praises against his thigh. "Show everyone how much you need this." His abs tighten, whole body seizing as he cries out one last time. Hot spurts of cum shoot from his cock, coating your hand and splattering his abs in thick ropes. You milk him through it, slowing your strokes until he's spent, whimpering softly in the aftershocks.

"That's all for today, I hope this video helps!" You sit back on your heels, smiling at the camera as his chest rises and falls. "See you guys on part two! Thanks for watching! <3"

His eyes widened "W-wait! there's a next pa—"

The red light blinks off, ending the video.

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( ✎ ) guys i actually don't know what condoms tastes like LMAOAOA

Higuruma was mid-sentence the moment you spread his thighs.

“I’ve analyzed the clitoral network and the— mmh— the supposed G-spot sensitivity, but I highly doubt it’s going to—”

Your tongue licked a long, slow stripe from his dripping hole up to his swollen clit, cutting him off cleanly.

“Shhh, baby,” you cooed softly against his pussy. “No more courtroom talk tonight. You’re gonna be a good boy and let me make you feel good, okay?”

You sucked his clit gently between your lips. Higuruma’s breath hitched.

“But the literature says— ah— the build-up is usually gradual, not this— fuck— not this immediate—”

“Good boy,” you praised warmly, pushing two fingers deep into his tight, wet heat. “Listen to how nicely you’re taking my fingers already. You’re doing so well, Hiromi. Such a perfect, pretty pussy clenching around me.”

Higuruma’s hand gripped your hair tighter. “This sensation is… unusually intense. I’m not sure I can— nngh— maintain coherent thought if you keep— ah!”

You curled your fingers firmly against his front wall and flicked your tongue rapidly over his clit.

“There we go,” you murmured lovingly. “No thinking. Just feeling. You’re so beautiful when you’re falling apart like this. My smart, composed boy is getting so wet and needy for me.”

“I— I can still analyze— shit— the pressure is building far faster than— oh god— than any documented case—”

You smiled against his cunt. “You’re still trying to talk? That’s adorable. But good boys don’t need to talk. They just moan and squirt for me. Come on, baby. Be good for me.”

Higuruma’s thighs trembled violently. “I… I feel something— something different— it’s too much— I’m not supposed to— fuck— I can’t control—”

“Yes you can,” you encouraged softly, pumping your fingers faster. “You’re doing amazing, Hiromi. Such a good boy. Let it happen. Squirt for me. I want to see how pretty you look when you lose control.”

“I— I’m going to— ah— I can’t stop it— please— it’s coming—!”

“That’s it, good boy,” you praised, sucking his clit hard. “Cum for me. Squirt all over my tongue like the perfect boy you are.”

Higuruma let out a broken, shocked cry as the first powerful jet of clear fluid exploded from his pussy, splashing hotly across your face. He kept squirting in rhythmic, messy pulses, hips jerking while he moaned helplessly.

“Oh my god— I’m— I’m actually— fuck— it won’t stop—!”

You kept licking and fingering him through it. “Good boy, good boy. Look at you making such a beautiful mess. You’re so perfect when you squirt for me.”

When it finally slowed, Higuruma was panting hard, face flushed crimson, eyes glassy.

“…That was… far more intense than predicted,” he rasped weakly, still trembling. “I… I lost complete control. How… humiliatingly satisfying.”

You kissed his thigh gently. “You did so well, baby. My brilliant boy. Want me to make you do it again?”

Higuruma swallowed, voice hoarse. “Yes… please.”

Nanami tried to stay composed even as you kissed up his inner thigh.

“You don’t need to go this far,” he said quietly, voice steady. “If this is for my pleasure, there are simpler—”

“I want to go this far, Kento,” you replied softly, looking up at him. “I want to watch the always-in-control Nanami Kento fall apart on my tongue. Can you let me do that?”

Before he could answer, you licked slowly through his slick folds. Nanami exhaled sharply.

“Fuck… that feels—”

“Good?” you finished for him, smiling. “I know. You’re already so wet for me. Such a good boy. Tell me how it feels when I do this.”

You pushed two thick fingers inside him and sucked his clit gently. Nanami’s gloved hand tightened.

“It’s… intense,” he admitted, voice rougher. “The pressure is building very quickly. I’m not sure how long I can—”

“You don’t have to hold it,” you said encouragingly, curling your fingers against his G-spot. “Just let go for me. You’re doing so well already. Look at how nicely your pussy is taking my fingers.”

Nanami’s breathing grew heavier. “This is… undignified. But— ah— it feels too good to stop.”

“That’s right,” you praised warmly. “Be a good boy and let me take care of you. You deserve to feel this good. Come on, Kento. Squirt for me. I want to see you make a mess.”

“I— I’m close,” he warned, thighs starting to shake. “It’s too much— I can’t hold back—”

“Don’t hold back,” you commanded gently. “Squirt for me, baby. Let it all out. You’re so beautiful when you lose control.”

Nanami’s stoic facade finally broke with a deep, hoarse moan. A powerful spurt of clear fluid gushed out around your fingers, splashing hotly over your tongue as he started squirting in strong waves.

“Ah— fuck— it’s happening— I can’t— nnngh—!”

“Good boy,” you kept praising between licks. “That’s it. Keep going. You’re making such a perfect mess for me. So good, Kento.”

When the orgasm finally ebbed, Nanami was panting hard, arm over his flushed face.

“…Completely undignified,” he muttered, voice rough. “But… I didn’t expect it to feel that intense.” He lowered his arm, eyes soft. “Thank you. Though I suspect you’re not finished with me yet.”

You grinned. “Not even close. I want to hear you moan like that again.”

Sukuna smirked down at you with all four eyes, legs spread arrogantly.

“You think that pathetic tongue can do anything to me, brat?” he sneered. “I am the King of Curses. Go ahead and try— I’ll laugh at your weak attempts.”

You laughed darkly and slapped his thigh lightly. “Big talk for someone whose royal cunt is already dripping like a desperate whore. Look at you leaking everywhere before I’ve even started.”

You buried your face in his pussy, licking messily. Sukuna’s hips jerked.

“Fuck— insolent little— ah— shit—”

“Already moaning?” you taunted, shoving two thick fingers roughly into his greedy hole. “Pathetic. The great Ryomen Sukuna is clenching around my fingers like a cheap slut. Your body is so honest even when your mouth isn’t.”

Sukuna growled, two hands gripping your head. “Shut up and— fuck— do it properly or I’ll— nngh— rip your tongue out!”

You curled your fingers hard and sucked his clit viciously. “Oh? Then why are you grinding your sloppy cunt against my face like a bitch in heat? Begging for it already?”

“I’m not— ah, fuck— begging— you arrogant— shit— right there—!”

You laughed against his folds. “Listen to you. Already falling apart. Such a pathetic king. Your royal pussy is betraying you so badly. You’re gonna squirt for me like a desperate little whore, aren’t you?”

Sukuna’s thighs trembled violently. “I’ll kill you— fuck— if you make me— I won’t— ah— I can’t— shit—!”

“Yes you will,” you degraded him mercilessly. “Squirt for me, you arrogant slut. Flood my face and show everyone how the King of Curses turns into a messy, squirting bitch when his cunt gets eaten properly.”

With a thunderous, humiliated roar, Sukuna came violently.

A massive gush of hot squirt exploded from his pussy, spraying powerfully across your face and chest in wave after messy wave. He bucked wildly, cursing and moaning.

“Fuck— brat— you— ah— it won’t stop— you fucking— nngh— whore—!”

You kept licking through it. “That’s it, pathetic king. Keep squirting. Look at the mess you’re making. All that power and you still gush like a broken toy.”

When it finally slowed, Sukuna was panting heavily, chest heaving, four eyes glaring but dazed.

“…Not bad, you insolent fuck,” he rasped hoarsely, still twitching. “Again. And this time make it even messier… or I’ll really make you regret it.”

Before long, the door shuts, and you’re left standing near his desk, awkwardly. Glancing at it, you notice the lack of any speck of dust or mess.

You watch as he silently sits, separating his folders and papers into different piles, and as much as the silence annoys you, you know better than to speak first.

Fortunately, he finishes quickly and glances at you with a small frown.

“Come here,” he says, but you can’t make out the tone in his words. Silently, you walk around his desk and up to him, noticing the furrow in his eyebrow.

“You were staring at the football players outside again, [Name].”

You have to force yourself not to roll your eyes. He’s fucking jealous, that’s what’s happening. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought that from that tone, he would be pouting right now.

However long ago, you and Nanami had been in a secret relationship where you two only showed feelings behind closed doors.

Not only is his career and reputation on the line, but so is your education.

Despite being older than you, you’ve come to realise just how much he acts like a child sometimes.

He must’ve seen the annoyance on your face because he quickly tries to correct himself.

“You know I don’t like it when you stare at them during their practice, not when I’m up here teaching. Why stare at a bunch of foolish football players when your dear professor is right in front of you?”

When he still sees the annoyance on your face, his face slowly turns to slight panic.

“[Name], talk to me. Why are you being so quiet?”

“What was that earlier?” You mutter, your jaw slightly tense from replaying the embarrassing scene over and over again in your head. The confusion on his face only spurs the anger in you.

“You embarrassed me back there, in front of all my classmates.” You practically scowl, fists clenching when you realise that now your peers may think of you as some air-headed dreamer who doesn’t care to pay attention during class.

Realisation dawns on his face, but instead of apologising, he only smirks.

“You’re mad about that, [Name]?” He lets out a chuckle, almost as if he couldn’t believe your words. “I did it for your own good; there were rumours going around about us. Would you have wanted that on your reputation?”

There’s a small smirk on his face that makes you want to slap it right off. Does he think it's funny that you just endured public embarrassment?

“I practically helped you. You know, instead of getting mad at me like this, I feel like you should owe me an apology for—”

Suddenly, you grab his tie and tug it sharply towards you and slightly into the air. His breath gets knocked out of his lungs as his hands reach for your waist to steady himself.

The scene is the total opposite of what was happening just seconds earlier. With his tie gripped tightly in your grasp, and anger and annoyance written clearly on your face, he can only stay seated at his desk, face lifted up as he reveals his neck for you.

You swear you hear him let out a small groan and a quiet curse.

“Owe you an apology? Don’t make me fucking laugh, Nanami.” Watching as his Adam’s apple bobs, your grip on his tie only tightens.

“What? You got jealous that I wasn’t paying attention to you, and you decided to embarrass me?” Annoyance laces your tongue, and Nanami only watches you with widened eyes as you continue to practically scold him.

You don’t notice how he’s gone quiet and how you’re now right up in front of him until you hear his breath hitch in his throat, which makes you pause.

Breathing heavily, you can only stare at him and his now flushed face.

“That’s honestly embarrassing for you, Nanami, getting jealous of guys younger than you.” You raise an eyebrow as you spit out more than what you were planning to.

“Now my classmates think I’m fucking stupid because you decided that you wanted to bitch and be a brat. You think that’s amusing?”

You finally register his silence, and your hand wrapped around his tie loosens as you try to slow down your quickened breath. Tensing your jaw, you eye him up and down in annoyance and displeasure before it lands on a particular spot on his pants.

Fucking hell.

“Don’t you dare tell me you’re seriously hard right now, Nanami,” you sneer, nose scrunching up as your eyes stay put staring at the tent in his pants.

Nanami widens his eyes before trying to cover his crotch with his hands, but it's too late, you’ve already seen it, and you’re not about to let it go.

You glance back up at his face as he tries to avoid eye contact, the cogwheels turning in your mind as you try to make sense of this situation.

“You got hard from me yelling at you.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement. You know he did, of course, he would.

And you swear you see something twitch inside his pants, and you quickly grab his chin to force him to face you.

“Say it, say you got hard from my yelling, Nanami.”

By this point, Nanami is bright red as a shiver runs down his spine. Is it fear? Pleasure? He doesn’t even know himself, but shit, does it feel good when you use that tone on him.

The tone that makes his knees weak, mind fuzzy, mouth dry, but his dick throb in his pants, knowing that he’ll do whatever you say if you order him around like that.

His tongue darts out of his lips to lick them wet, and he almost groans when he sees your eyes follow the movement.

“I-I got hard from your yelling,” he mumbles, but your grip on his chin tightens, and he winces before repeating it clearly.

A moment of silence passes by, and Nanami wonders if he had truly messed up.

“Take your pants off and get on the desk.” Nanami clenches his jaw before immediately following your order, standing up and getting rid of his tailored pants.

Leaving the rest of his clothes on, he quickly sits on the edge of his desk facing you. Immediately, embarrassment hits him because he knows you can see the wet stain on his boxers, exactly where the tip of his dick is. The thought only makes him spread his legs wider for you, and you notice.

What a whore.

Standing between his legs, your hands land on his upper thighs, rubbing circles on the inside, and he has to bite back a low groan. Suddenly, your hand on his crotch has him moan out loud, and his hand quickly slaps to his mouth in horror.

But you only grin in amusement as your hand continues to squeeze and rub the spot, your thumb rubbing circles on the wet spot as you feel his tip underneath.

“F-Fuckk w-wait shit! [Name]!” Nanami cries out in pleasure when you squeeze firmer, and you feel his thighs start to shake, his hips bucking up to your hand. Eyes glazing over and drool already escaping at the side of his mouth, the sight only drives you to want to ruin him even more.

Having been busy recently due to your other classes, you know Nanami hasn’t been getting as much attention and touch from you, and it’s only gotten him pent up. You also know that because of that, he’ll be quick to cum, and the way his whimpers continue to rise in pitch only proves your point. However, you can’t help but tease him.

“Don’t tell me you’re close already, Nanami.” He opens his mouth to reply, but only lets out a moan when you tug his boxers down and expose the sticky mess of his dick to you.

With his dick already slick with pre cum, you wrap your hand around it, and the most sinful, wet sound you’ve ever heard is made when you start to pump slowly. Along with the sound of his whines and whimpers, the wet sounds of your hand on his dick fill the room.

“O-Oh fuckkk mngh i-im gonna- ima-” But before Nanami can moan out whatever words he was going to say next, your hand already leaves his dick and your free hand reaches up to tug his hair backwards. The pricks of pain on his scalp paired with the pain of his hard dick only make him cry out in both pain and pleasure. His eyes roll back to his skull as he babbles out pleas and other words too slurred for you to understand most of it.

Though what you can make out are whiny “no’s” and curses as you watch more beads of pre-cum leak out from the tip of his dick to slide down to drip on his desk. There’s now a small puddle of his pre-cum on the desk underneath his dick, and you can only bite your lip in satisfaction as you watch it grow larger.

Your finger reaches down to swipe some of the mess on your fingers before lifting it to his lips and shoving two fingers in his mouth, watching as he gags lightly at the sudden intrusion. His eyes water slightly as you feel his tongue slide against your fingers and start to lick the pre-cum off your fingers.

You coo as he almost instinctively sucks on your fingers as he gazes at you with glossy eyes and a flushed face. Slowly, you pull your fingers out, and he whines as he watches his saliva connect them with his lips.

You swear you see his dick twitch hard at that.

“Ah, I-I was so close, [Name],” he whines out, and you almost take pity on him. Almost. But you know you don’t have much time left anyway, not when students may be coming back for other classes.

“How about this, I’ll make you cum as long as you don’t make too much noise. Wouldn’t want someone to pass by and hear how much of a slut you are, do you?”

Your hand returns to his dick and wraps around it, though you don’t start moving it yet.

“What if someone were to walk in here? A student, one of your coworkers?” Raising your eyebrow, a grin slowly makes its way onto your face as you see him remember how his door isn’t even locked.

But he doesn’t even care about that anymore. He’s too focused on the need to cum and the fact that the pain in his dick is too much to bear.

He only nods eagerly, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he eyes your hand when it starts moving again.

This time, the speed you choose is absolute torture. Too fast, too firm, that it knocks the breath out of his lungs and makes him groan in pleasure as his hands fly to your shoulders.

“F-fuck fuck nghh f-feels good,” he pants out, hips bucking into your hand eagerly, clearly too fucked out by the pleasure already.

Though clearly still pent up from your lack of attention combined with the earlier edge, he quickly feels the heat rush to his dick as he feels himself getting closer.

Grabbing his tie firmly again, you tug him closer to you as you pump even faster, wanting to hear all his pretty, lewd noises.

“Close, I-I’m close fuck! C-Can I cum, p-please?”

“Go on, make a mess of yourself,” you order, and seconds later, you hear him moan even louder as he throws his head back, eyes rolling back as he cums hard.

Cum shoots out of his dick and onto your hand and drips onto the desk underneath him as you slow down your pace to prolong his pleasure.

Ironically, the very same desk that was so pristine and clean at the beginning of your class beforehand is now stained and covered in his cum.

Soon enough, his breath slows down, and he leans onto you for support, his hands tightening on your shoulder. The sight of your usual stern, stoic, and serious professor, leaning on you after you pumped him dry and turned him into a whining mess, makes you bite back a laugh.

When your hand grazes back against his dick, he whines out pitifully. “Round two, Nanami?”

He only groans at you, his breath shaky. “Oh fuck me,” he mutters under his breath.

“Dont tempt me with a good time, professor.”

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

every now and then, your eyes would flicker back down at your handsome darling, at the way his yellow and black-dotted tie sat snuggly around his neck. a leash for your sweet puppy. he was such a smart man, but like this, he'd be dumber than bricks without your guidance.

"do you want to go to bed, darling?" you asked, sliding whatever was left of the paperwork away. it could wait another night. right now, you had better things to take care of. your hand slid down to the side of his face gently as you awaited his reply, carefully removing his glasses from his face to let him slide further into his space of dependancy on you.

"kentooo..." you cooed softly when he didn’t reply after a beat, gently urging him to look up at you with those glazed over, foggy eyes. when those brown orbs did land on you, he exhaled through his nose, relaxing more like the reminder you were there helped him. "hi darling. you ready to go to bed?"

the man kneeling at your feet nodded at you, blinking slowly with his lips slightly parted. he sat up straighter as you stood up from your chair, no longer using your thighs as a pillow. instead, you stepped around to his side, taking the end of his tie in your hand.

"come on, puppy. let's go to bed." you tell him, your voice a soft, soothing bandaid on all of his day's stresses. he slowly moves onto all fours, his knees sliding off the cushion as he begins to crawl, following your steps as you hold his leash loosely in your fist.

nanami, arches his back slightly--even though you're not looking--for the sole reason that even in his foggy mind, he knows you like it. he knows you like seeing his bare body, all yours, positioned like your little pet that he was more than happy to be. he knows how you like watching him crawl with his legs a little more spread than they should be.

the sorcerer also knows he loves the feeling of you guiding him on something as simple as where to go in his own house, that he equally knows the layout of. the way you glance back at him with a loving smile, kissing the air at him before turning back to watching where you're going, your hand pulling his leash ever so slightly to bring him closer to you, makes him nearly melt on the spot. one day, he would dissolve into a puddle of your affections and his adoration for you. he knew it in his soul.

as you entered your bedroom, your hand wrapped tighter around his tie, cutting off his air supply ever so slightly - enough to make his breath hitch and come out a little ragged. you pull a little tighter, making him choke quietly before looking up at you with watery, teary eyes. his gaze is blurry from his glasses being gone, but he can still see your eyes roaming his body, gaging his reaction.

when he whimpers softly, you tighten it more just for a second before loosening his tie again. giving him a head rush you know he loves.

"up here, puppy." she ordered softly, patting the bed and moving a hand to his ass to help him climb up. even on the bed, nanami doesn't lay down until you do first. he sits there, his legs curled beneath him and his hands on the pillow, watching you round the bed to your side. his eyes don’t leave you for a second even as you sit down. when you do lay down, you pull his leash gently to urge him down on top of you - which he easily complies to.

your hand loosely wraps around his half-hard dick, making him whine softly and cuddle closer into your side. you can feel how shivers wrack up his body and pull the blanket over the two of you with your free hand.

"shhh, my sweet darling. i'll take care of you. you behaved so well today." you praise, even though nanami was always incredibly obedient. you'd think it would kill him to go against something you wanted him to do. your hand gently moved up and down his dick, caressing it and gliding your thumb over the tip as it swelled to full hardness, leaking small beads of pre-cum.

"thank you." he whispers against your neck, always so utterly grateful for your care, your attention, and your touches. you were the only one who knew how to properly take care of him, he was sure of it.

your free hand wrapped around his tie again, pulling him closer for you to push your lips against his. the motion succeeded in silencing his thoughts and, in turn, making him cuddle closer against you like a needy puppy instead of the big, strong, smart, sorcerer he was.

what would he do without you there to take care of him?

a/n: i hope you enjoyed!! feel free to request again if it wasn't your cup of tea :) what a high it is to get requests. (p.s. what do we think about the dividers? 🤔)