The Faceless Series: Jack Edition | Insp

the faceless series: jack edition | insp

Pedro Pascal ⎮ I’m Not Letting Them Put Me In A Box

Happiness Will Come To You.

Hold me close and hold me fast

Hi, my darling @always-andromeda!! I'm your secret santa from the space sisters server 🥰 I hope you're having a fantastic day and will enjoy what I wrote for you 💕 I tried to mix fluff and angst into your Joel prompt and it was tricker than I thought it'd be but hopefully I did it justice 😌 I wish you all that's best and happy holidays!!

Summary: It's been a long time since Joel was in any relationship and because of that he has absolutely no clue how to react to your affections. It culminates into an angsty conversation which he wanted to avoid at all costs.

Tags: tooth-rotting fluff, fluff and angst, soft and shy Joel, hurt/comfort, established relationship 💕

Word count: 3.3K

A/N: dividers by @saradika, beta read by @reddedmiller ❤️

Twenty years ago, when the apocalypse started and Joel Miller lost his only daughter, he was certain that he’d never feel happy again. Time didn’t heal his wounds – he still thought like that when he was fighting for survival with Tommy, then when he was doing side jobs with Tess in the QZ… It was never going to get better.

But somehow, as he looked up at the massive tree he just helped the others set up in the middle of the square in Jackson, he realized that it could. It did. Now Joel had a home here. He had his brother back, he had Ellie whom he cared for like his own kid and he had a community that welcomed him into Jackson, people who didn’t know about the horrible things he’d done and therefore didn’t hate him.

“Hi, handsome,” he heard from behind his back and turned around to the most beautiful face in the world – the main source of his newfound happiness. You. His girl. “Are you done with work?”

He nodded with a small smile gracing his lips. You were the newest addition to Joel’s life, but the most precious one in his eyes. Unlike everyone else in Jackson (excluding his brother), you knew all about the sins he’s committed. And yet, you still chose him. Every day you continued to choose him, to envelop him with the warmth of your love which Joel wasn’t sure he deserved.

He’d never tell you, though. Not as long as you kept him in your heart.

“Yeah, no, we’re done. M’pretty sure my back will blow if I have to pick up or carry one more damn thing.”

Right at that moment Tommy walked by with another box full of tree ornaments in his arms, and huffed a laugh when he heard his brother complaining.

“Jesus, Joel, you really are gettin’ old.” He put down the heavy box on the snow and sighed, propping his hands on his hips and nodding at you. “You sure you’ll be able to put up with this grump?”

“Positive.” You climbed onto your tip-toes to press a kiss to Joel’s cheek, and he felt his skin growing hot under your lips. He turned his head to hide the embarrassment evident on his face, missing the slight furrow of your brows, but not missing a hearty laugh his brother let out.

“Aww, is the big, scary man gettin’ all shy from a little kiss on the cheek?”

“Get lost, Tommy.”

Tommy chuckled and bent down to pick up the box again. “By the way, you two have any plans for today? We’re makin’ a screening of some Christmas movies for the kids, and after that the adults will head to the bar. You should come.”

“Well, if you want to?” you directed the careful question to Joel, but he shook his head just slightly, causing you to smile. “But we actually have other plans for tonight.”

That was true, and there was no way Joel would trade those precious hours spent in your company for having to sit – or worse, dance – in a loud room full of half-drunk people.

“Sounds like somethin’ I don’t wanna know about.”

“We’re just gonna bake some cookies for Ellie,” Joel murmured when you bumped his arm lightly with a giggle. The irritation at his brother lessened slightly when he heard the sound of your laughter. “But don’t tell ‘er.”

“My lips are sealed.” Tommy winked at Joel, then shifted his eyes to you. “Enjoy your evening, lovebirds.”

“That’s the plan.” You took Joel’s hand in both of yours, beaming up at him with excitement. “You’re ready?”

“Yeah.” He inconspicuously let go of your hands to brush the arm of your jacket lightly, and then nodded in the direction of his house. “C’mon, darlin’.”

He hoped he wasn’t coming off as too harsh as he hid his gloved hands in the pockets, intending to blame it on the cold in case you asked. But instead of saying anything, you just matched his step and slipped your hands around his arm. Joel went rigid when you leaned your head on his shoulder, the side of your body almost hugging his.

Joel loved you like no one before and until he met you, he hadn’t been this happy in years. But there was a problem, a major one, in your relationship that he didn’t at all know how to address.

Because Joel didn’t have any clue how to react to all your touches.

No matter if they were tender or needy, brief or lasting, he always felt out of his depth. It’s been so long since he actually wanted to be intimate with someone that when the chance arose… he was at loss. You were such an affectionate person and he loved that part of you, he cherished all touches and gestures you graced him with – craved them even – but…

He stole a glance at you, wondering if you could feel the stiffness of his body when you were so close, but it seemed that you were none the wiser. He tried to will his muscles to relax, but it didn’t work and he still felt an uncomfortable feeling crawling up his arm.

The problem wasn’t that he didn’t know what he was supposed to do as your partner, but ever since Sarah died, he hadn’t had an opportunity to show affection to someone. Everything he thought about seemed awkward and incongruous, but he really didn’t want you to think that he was an inexperienced old man who didn’t know how to please – and in your case, love – a woman.

He did. In theory.

So he tried his hardest to show you in other ways how much he cares about you. He brought you gifts, whether they were knickknacks scavenged during his patrols or wooden figurines he made for you. He did what he could to relieve you of your duties, helped around the house and out in the town. He found time during the day to spend with you or at least just talk in passing if you both were busy.

But that still wasn’t enough. He knew that wasn’t enough.

Every damn time you cuddled, every time you kissed him or did something as simple as lay your head on his shoulder, Joel never felt better. He never wanted those moments to end, but at the same time he just couldn’t reciprocate, and it was tearing him apart, because he could see how hurtful it was to you.

“You’re quiet.”

Joel snapped out of his thoughts and looked down at you, noting that you’re almost at his place. He breathed a little lighter when he realized that he managed to go all this way without the need of pulling his arm out of your grasp.

“Is everything alright?” you asked with concern in your beautiful eyes and squeezed his bicep slightly, causing Joel to clench his teeth. “Listen, if you’d prefer to go with Tommy, just tell me…”

“Hey, I’m okay, sweetheart,” he assured you quickly and even managed to smile as if the guilt of not being able to even kiss your forehead wasn’t eating him alive. “There’s no one else I’d rather be with right now.”

“Just right now?” you asked teasingly, and Joel couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him.

“Listen here, you little tease…”

A bright smile returned to your face and you tugged his arm down so your lips could reach his stubbly cheek – and (only a little) reluctantly, he let you kiss him with a huff.

But the guilt of not telling you the true reason of his worries was still swirling in his stomach, making him feel sick for the rest of the way.

An hour and a half later the cookies were already done, and somehow the attempt to clean each other off the flour and the colorful frosting you used to decorate them ended up with you sitting in Joel’s lap, kissing him softly.

Not that he minded.

There was nothing as wonderful as the feeling of your lips on his skin, Joel was sure of it. It’s been an embarrassingly long time since he was with someone that made him feel like a young boy in love again, but your every gesture, every sound coming out of your mouth and every day he got to spend with you was just a confirmation of how lucky he was to have you.

Even now, as you were kissing him slowly and without any rush, he felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach. But while they initially appeared from the happiness and giddiness you were causing in him, the longer your hands wandered – and the longer his stayed uselessly at his sides – the worse and more stressed he felt.

“You know you can touch me, right?” you asked playfully at last, and the pit in Joel’s stomach grew almost tenfold in size. “It’s highly encouraged, actually.”

There was an actual question in your voice, which made him feel even worse. He should’ve known you’d address it eventually – after all, nothing went past you – but it still felt so awfully embarrassing to admit it to you. He was an old man, but felt like an inexperienced teenager who didn’t know how to make a woman feel good.

You moved to kiss him again when he didn’t answer, too lost in his own thoughts, but on instinct Joel pulled back – actually ducked – out of your reach. Immediately regret painted his face at the rejected look in your eyes, and he started to rake his mind in search for something he could do to fix it, but nothing came to him. He knew what you’d want from him – you’d forgive him if he took your face in his hands, kissed you with all his strength, let you know that you did nothing wrong… but it made him nervous just thinking about it, let alone do it.

“Sorry,” he quickly muttered. “I didn’t– didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.”

“Hey, look at me… What’s wrong?” You brushed some hair out of his forehead and Joel exhaled shakily, feeling weak in the knees at your touch. “Talk to me, baby. Did I do something?” Joel shook his head and you pressed your lips together. “Did something happen, then?”

“No.” He shook his head quickly, but he avoided your eyes. “No. Nothin’.”

“Joel…”

The room got too stuffy all of the sudden, the shirt on his back too tight and your body too heavy on his lap. Joel knew he was panicking over nothing, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want you to see him like this, so unsure and embarrassed over his own insecurity and behavior… So he gently removed you from his lap and stood up from the couch.

“Sorry, I gotta… I need some air. I’ll be right back, alrigh’?”

“Joel.”

No ‘baby’. No ‘handsome’. The tone of your voice made him stop dead in his tracks, and he turned around to meet your sad, solemn eyes.

“Just tell me if you don’t want me anymore.”

Your voice, so small and weak, took him off-guard and for a couple of seconds Joel wasn’t sure if you really said that, or if it was just his imagination playing cruel tricks on him. He blinked several times, but you were still in front of him, sad and… oh, god, you were on the verge of tears.

“What?” He couldn’t help a curt, disbelieving chuckle that escaped him – which was a terrible reaction, he realized when you turned your head away from him. “I– I don’t understand.”

“You don’t ever want to touch me first.” You let out a shuddering breath and lifted your arm to wipe your eyes, and Joel realized with mortification that he fucking made you cry. “And when you do it’s only when I initiate it, but sometimes you just pull back and it… it makes me feel so unwanted. And I know I might come off as too clingy…”

“Hey, none of that.” Joel quickly made his way to you and sat back down, gazing at you with his brows furrowed in worry. Your face was tearstained already and you avoided looking at him, but didn’t pull back when he took your hand gently in his. “Darlin’...”

“Just tell me if it doesn’t work for you,” you breathed, your voice thick with tears which also welled up in your pretty eyes again. “I hate not knowing if I… if our relationship makes you happy.”

“Of course I’m happy, babygirl.” Joel lifted your hand as if to kiss it, but hesitated. He had half a mind to draw back, but you needed him now, and he needed to prove that he really loved you. So, tentatively, he pressed his inexperienced lips to your fingers, making you look up with suspicion dancing in your irises. “You make me the happiest I’ve ever felt.”

“You’re pretending.” The quiet accusation combined with you withdrawing your hand caused Joel’s heart to break and he opened his mouth to explain, but you didn’t give him a chance to. “I don’t want you to pretend now that I’m upset, I want– Joel, I need you to be honest and tell me if it isn’t working for you. You always move away when I try to hug you and during all this time we’ve been together I can count on one hand the number of times you kissed me first. I don’t…” you choked down a sob and a new wave of tears flew down your cheeks. “I don’t want to waste either of our time if that isn’t what you want. If I’m not what you want–”

“Sweetheart, you’re the only one I want,” Joel whispered with pain in his voice, moving so he could sit closer to you. “M’so very sorry that I wasn’t…” He searched for the right words, but everything felt flat on his tongue. “I’m sorry. For everythin’ I did that made you feel this way.”

“But why?” you asked pathetically, staring at him with defeat and sadness. “You never said anything and I wouldn’t try to touch you so much if you just told me you didn’t like it!”

“I do like it,” he cut you off with a firm tone, which caused you to stop abruptly. “I fuckin’– I love it when you touch me, darlin’. I’m dyin’ for you to keep doin’ it, but I…”

“You what?” you asked, softer this time, and Joel swallowed hard, nervous how you’ll react. But you had the right to know, so ultimately he pushed through his discomfort.

“I just don’t know what to do,” he finally settled on that. “I really, really love when you touch me, babygirl, no matter in what way.” He took another deep breath, bowing his head to look at his hands so that he didn’t have to face you. “But it’s been so long, damn decades, since I… since anyone touched me in the way you do. I never loved someone the way I love you. I’m very sorry, I just don’t know what I’m s’pposed to do… when someone…”

He trailed off, worried that he might break down and cry in front of you if he says another word, and he’d prefer to avoid it at all cost. The world outside was so harsh and cruel already, and you needed someone strong – a safe haven, a pillar you could lean on. He was that someone for everyone around him for the last twenty years, and even longer before the outbreak.

But it was so much different now. You made him feel safe and loved no matter what he could provide to you and it was almost scary how vulnerable he was becoming in your presence.

“...when someone cares for you?” you asked quietly. Joel nodded, and tears gathered in your eyes again, though now for a very different reason. “Oh, Joel…”

“M’sorry,” he whispered, his own vision also going misty. “I want to give you everythin’ you desire, darlin’. If you give me another chance, I promise I’ll try to…” He shook his head, defeated. “I don’t know. I’ll try to get past it.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” You scooted just a little closer and put your hand on his knee lightly. He looked up with anguish swimming in his brown eyes, not believing that you were still here and not already out of the door. You worried your lip between your teeth for a couple of seconds before inhaling deeply. “How about… I show you what to do? We can go as slow as you want.”

Joel slowly shook his head, not understanding. “...show me what?”

“You said you don’t really know what to do, right? So how about I show you exactly how… you know.” You smiled almost shyly, but it only caused Joel’s heart to beat even faster. “Where to put your hands.”

Joel was nodding before you even finished speaking.

It was embarrassing, really, how excited he got at this idea, but just the thought of your hands guiding his, demonstrating where and how to touch you, had him feeling weak in the knees and hot under his clothes. You smiled, almost with relief, and moved even closer until your thighs were touching.

“Here, just relax. We can stop at any time, just say a word,” you said soothingly, placing his palms on your hips and sending him a small smile. Joel wondered if you could see how red his face surely was, feel how sweaty his palms got. “Is this okay?”

“S’better than okay,” he breathed in something akin to wonder. “It’s easier… Everythin’ seems easier with you.” His chest was tight when he looked up at you. “Thank you.”

It wasn’t a lie. You did make it seem effortless, and though Joel could still feel the rigidness of his muscles and tendons, the tension was slowly melting away, replaced by a tingling warmth on his skin.

You gave him a reassuring smile and his eyes flickered to your lips almost involuntary. You noticed it, of course – Joel didn’t think he was exactly subtle with his staring – and cupped his jaw in your hands. His arm, practically instinctively, encircled your waist and pulled you closer before he could stop himself, but you didn’t berate him – in fact, you seemed delighted by his action.

“Now, are you going to kiss me or not?” you whispered coyly, brushing his cheekbones with the pads of your thumbs. Joel chuckled at your attempt to put him more at ease, but it worked and he leaned in to press – very, very carefully – his lips to yours. He felt you smiling against them and his eyes filled with tears from the overwhelming relief.

“I love you so much,” he murmured with his mouth only millimeters from yours. “So much, babygirl.”

You hummed a quiet love you, too, and moved your lips up to softly kiss his eyelids, then temple, then cheeks and nose. Joel almost wanted to cry when you started running your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently. It felt so good, your touch so nice and tender… He couldn’t remember when was the last time someone treated him with such care. Maybe never. “Next time it becomes too much, you tell me, got it? And I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

Your touch didn’t bother him now that he admitted what was weighing heavily on his chest for so long. Now, it felt soothing. Grounding.

So, so loving.

Joel held you closer, melting into your embrace, and claimed your lips in a soft – if not a bit shy – kiss.

There was nothing else he’d rather be doing tonight.

I DONT WANT TO HEAR A PEEP-

——-

“‘Kuna?”

“Go away.”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“I barely tolerate you as a human, you want me to tolerate you as a literal pesk?”

You jaw drops as Sukuna continues to play his game, thumbs tapping expertly on the controller as the violence breaks out on screen. He’s propped on his pillows while you’re curled into his side, the heat from his body sticky and warm as you use his chest as a pillow to thumb through your phone.

Only slightly hurt now that he’s mentioned he wouldn’t like you still.

“I bet yuuji would still like me,” you grumble.

“To be frank, I don’t really care what yuuji does.”

If he didn’t want you to see the way his jaw ticked at the mention of his brother, he did a poor job of it.

You notice it. And of course, you smirk as you sit up to prod him more.

“I bet he’d pick me up in a little leaf, carry me home and put me in a little tank,” you begin. “I bet he’d hand feed me fruit to my little mouth and make me such a happy worm.”

“Well then why don’t you go fuckin’ date yuuji then?” He snarls, motioning at the door. “Since he’d just love you so much.”

“I don’t want to date yuuji,” you pout back. “I want to date you. I love you. Even if you don’t love me-“

“For fucks sake-“ he pauses his game and, before you can ask, he flips you onto your back, straddling you and gripping your shoulders. He shakes you, and you squeal as he does.

“Yes, I’d still like you. Yes, I’d build you a stupid little cage. Yes I’d charge people to come look at you. Yes I’d feed you fruit, and yes I’d pet you every day. Yes. Yes. A million times yes, fucking let me play in peace.” With each few words, he pulls your shoulders up before slamming them back down into the bed, the springs bouncing you back into his hands.

“‘Kuna!” You giggle, your arms bending at the elbow to make minimal distance between you and your man, and despite the annoyance he wishes to convey, there’s a cheesy smile on his face, brows furrowed in focus and chest heaving from his speech and the act of bouncing you so intensely. He stops with a sigh, sitting up straight and smoothing his hair back.

“You’re such a fuckin’ nuisance,” he insults.

You smile and sit up to meet his face, cupping it in your hands to guide him into a kiss. He scoffs before ultimately leaning down to comply.

“Im your nuisance,” you mewl, giggling against his lips.

“Sadly.”

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 43 || The Act of Satisfaction

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, heavy sexual tension, & smut.

[ { A/N } ] ➤ Oh I'm edging y'all like crazy this time, you HAVE been WARNED !! (pls pls pls don't attack me after this one)

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.2k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——YOU HARDLY MADE IT THROUGH the damn car ride to his place. Perhaps by showing you how stressed he was, Nanami meant it in that he’d take it out on you first by watching how you squirm and moan softly in his lap.

Those fingers you’d been staring at all night find their way to your thighs at some point and it’s almost comical how you ended up in the position you’re in now.

For one, Nanami has his own driver and the vehicle you were guided into has a privacy screen that separates you and the blond from his driver. So, as soon as the two of you got into the vehicle, Nanami barely greeted his driver before he told him to roll up the partition, quick to redirect all his attention to you.

The back of the car was rather spacey, at least, there was enough legroom for what was to take place. The seats were so clearly expensive and the interior was lined with this rim of white LED lights, along with pretty stars that decorated the roof, and-

Holy shit. Nanami has money, and so clearly lots of it. This made you think about how you’ve gathered that Gojo doesn’t owe money to the people on the list, instead, he owes them a whore, right? But if that’s the case, how the hell did he convince someone like Nanami to agree to that kind of payment-

Wait, stop thinking so much. You told yourself you’ll stop asking yourself all these questions. There’s nothing you can get answered now anyway, especially not when you feel Nanami’s hand take place atop your thigh as the two of you are seated beside each other in his vehicle.

Or at least, that’s how it started out. You were sitting beside him but that changed rather quickly. As the car drove off, and extremely slowly at that, Nanami was careful in getting closer to you, eventually, close enough to place his lips on your shoulder.

Then it was the space in between your shoulder and your neck, then he got to your neck and you felt his veiny hand creep up your legs, slipping just barely beneath your short dress and making your breath hitch. You tipped your head to the side and released a breathy sigh as you felt Nanami’s tongue swipe over your skin.

Pulling away a bit, Nanami leans to your ear, “Fucked like a slut,” He quotes, referring to your earlier statement of the night. A low chuckle is then heard coming from him as one of his arms snaked around your waist, “Can a pretty girl like you handle such a thing?”

As he speaks, he grips your hips and begins to move you until you find yourself seated in his lap, right over his erection that’s straining against the fabric of his pants. 

You angle your head back to look at him over your shoulder, “Fuck me and find out,” You reply.

Nanami parts his legs ever so slightly, his hips rolling up into you just barely as he meets your eyes, “I see your confidence has returned,” He points out, moving his hands to your thighs and parting them. He then places one hand to your abdomen and forces you to lean back against him, his eyes never breaking away from yours, “Let’s see how long that lasts, yeah?”

You turn your head to face forward and look down at his hands, watching how the man begins to slip your dress up.

“Is this alright?” Nanami asks as your dress begins to bundle up over your hips and your panties are exposed, “Can I take these off you?” He requests, his thumb slipping beneath the lace band of your panties as he pulls at them slightly.

Your breath hitches at the sound of him asking for your consent. Something about him being so gentle and careful with you despite your requesting that he treat you entirely differently makes your heart skip a beat or two. 

When was the last time you experienced something gentle? Now that you think about it… 

It was probably back during your first time with Choso. Minus the fact that he made you squirt and the memory is still blurred because of the high that man brought you to but, what led up to Choso giving you head that day and his touches and kisses are similar to Nanami right now.

Which is almost a bad thing. You’re supposed to be thinking about sex right now but your heart won’t stop spewing ideas into your mind. Such as, what if you were to go an entirely different direction with all this and just fall for Nanami-

Just as quickly as the thought comes, it leaves when the man tugs at your underwear, prying it from your skin for only a second before releasing it and literally making you snap back into the present.

You jump and Nanami lets out a low grunt at how your hips shift in his hold and your ass rubs over his clothed cock. The man then moves to your neck and kisses you softly, “Don’t tell me you’ve gotten shy again…”

You smile and redirect your mind to focus on the now, “N-No,” Damn you and your stuttering, “I haven’t,” You respond, turning your head back to meet his eyes, “You can take them off,” You finally respond.

He smiles and the eye contact between the two of you is intense as Nanami works your panties off with the help of you moving your hips and legs to get them down. Thus leaving you bare from the waist down on top of him.

Nanami watches the way your eyes widen as he begins to caress your inner thigh, trailing his touch up higher and higher and teasing you with his taunting touches. You soon turn your head to look down at the sight, unconsciously spreading your legs further as if to invite him to touch you where you need him most.

Embarrassingly, your cunt was dripping in arousal. His soft touch was driving you to the brink of insanity and your aroused state only worsens when he moves his free hand to your jaw and forces you to turn your head back to him once more.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” Nanami whispers as his middle and ring fingers make sudden and light contact with your sex. You gasp a bit while your eyes meet his and he grins, “Mhmm, that’s it. Keep looking at me, okay?”

It’s funny how you requested to be treated like a slut and yet, that’s not what you’re receiving at all. Nanami’s fingers tease the outside of your pussy, tracing your folds and just barely pushing past them to taunt you by running his fingertips over your clit. It’s the gentleness and the slow pace of it all that’s oddly working you up even more.

His free hand is on your thigh, keeping your legs parted for him and your breathing grows noticeably heavy while he taunts you.

Nanami leans his head forward a bit, gently placing his lips to the top of your shoulder as he speaks very lowly, “Something tells me that someone like you,” He moves to kiss at your neck, “Doesn’t receive gentleness too often.” He points out.

You open your mouth to say something but you’re cut off when a breathy sigh leaves your lips instead as his fingers slip to your hole. He’s still yet to push them inside you and the lack of haste in the situation is making you dizzy with lust. One of his fingers presses against your cunt but still doesn’t enter you, to which you push your hips forward to urge him.

The blond is quick to put a hand to your hip and you feel him smile against your neck. After a slow suck at your skin, Nanami pulls his lips from you, “Patience, darling,” He taunts.

That’s when you realized he was doing this on purpose. The man could feel the pulsing and twitching of your cunt, he could tell how needy you were as you shifted and squirmed slightly in his lap, and then there was the wetness that coated his fingertips.

“Hah… I… C-Can you…” Your voice dies out a little as he pushes just the tip of his finger into you, slipping it right back out and teasing you to a new degree.

His voice is in your ear suddenly, “C’mon, use those words. What is it you want?” He questions. His voice was so soft that it was as though his words were caressing your ears, making you simply melt into his touch.

“Fuck, t-touch me more,” You request in a soft tone, hardly able to get the words out.

Every ounce of your confidence has gone completely down the drain. Your breathing is heavy, your pussy is aching for more of his touch, and the fact that you have to keep your eyes on him the entire time is, again, leaving you dizzy and dazed with arousal.

His brows have a light furrow to them, “Touch you more?” He echoes. Just as his question renders to you, one of his fingers is finally sliding into your cunt, making you moan softly, “Like that? Is that how you want me to touch you? Hm?”

His voice, the eye contact, the soft tone, the careful and slow touch-- you may or may not be on the verge of an orgasm already. Seriously, when was the last time you had sex that was this soft?

Your head nods in response to the man and you pull your lower lip into your mouth to stifle your whines and moans.

Nanami chuckles as he feels the warmth of your walls close around his finger, “You don’t really want to be fucked like a slut, do you?” He asks rhetorically, frowning in a mocking manner as you flash this needy look through your gaze, “No, a woman like you needs to experience pleasure, not just sex.”

You’re on the verge of panting as his one finger massages your inner walls, slowly twirling and stoking your insides, “H-Hah… I’ve experienced p-pleasure-”

His finger curls into your g-spot and your words fade into a moan. Nanami scoffs, “Have you? Has someone taken care of you properly?” He whispers, moving to kiss the space behind your ear. “Forget someone fucking you,” The man continues whilst sliding down to your neck again, “You need someone to satisfy you.”

The sensuality in the air is heavy and you’re trying your best to focus on his words but his one finger is caressing your cunt so nicely that you lose focus every few seconds. “Is t-that, mmh… s’that what you’re gonna’ do?” You manage out teasingly.

Nanami’s tongue swipes a long stripe against your neck and you shudder, “For now, yes.” He responds before pulling his finger out and then slipping two back in.

Your jaw drops a bit, “O-Oh fuck… f-for now?” You moan.

He hums deeply, the sound making your cunt flutter around his fingers. “Mhmm, for now. I’ll give you what you really want when we get to my place, how’s that sound?”

You nod hazily, “Uhuh, s-sounds good,” Your voice is light and airy as you speak, feeling his fingers twist into this one spot that makes your hips jolt forward a little.

“Cause’ y’know, you prefer this anyways, right?” Nanami quizzes, “Hell, look at how you’re dripping all over the place.”

Your brows push together as you finally look forward and then down to his actions. The moment your eyes lay on his large hand in between your spread legs and his thick fingers curled into you and pushed in and out so slowly, you moan softly. His hand is so veiny and big and his fingers are so careful with you, treating your body like it’s an item of delicacy.

His chin is felt resting on your shoulder and Nanami joins you in watching his actions. “Shit, look at that…” He purrs, his voice close to your ear and giving you chills, “Look how wet you are.”

“M-Mghh…” You moan, your eyes threatening to close as his fingers thrust deeper into you.

Nanami smirks, “Watch, darling.” He whispers, “Watch the way you’re supposed to be pleased.”

Your eyelashes flutter as you try your best to do so, staring down at his fingers slip so easily in and out your leaking hole. You stare, following his instructions to the tee, even though you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

The sight was so lewd and arousing. Nanami’s two thick fingers drag out of your cunt so very slowly, forcing you to see your wetness coat his skin and forcing you to hear the slippery squelch that filled the vehicle as he pumped his fingers right back in.

“Ha-ah… S-Shit,” You curse. 

You’ve played with yourself plenty of times before so you thought no one knew your body better than you but something about the careful curl of Nanami’s digits and the sight of his veins bulging against his hand as he fingered you was so damn sexy that it was bringing you closer to an orgasm that you realized.

“Feels good, right?” Nanami murmured to you as his fingers began to massage your walls, making your body twitch.

“Y-Yeah-,” Your words fall from your tongue when one of his fingers presses up into your g-spot and the other parts inside you, the combination of a scissor motion and a curling action making you moan, “Fuck…”

The blond tilts his head and watches as your thighs threaten to draw together. He then smirks and takes his free hand off your hip, “Keep your legs spread nice ‘nd wide or I’ll stop,” He says.

You bite your lip and try your best, noticing the way his fingers up their pace suddenly. Your back arches off his chest and you release a whine. That free hand of Nanami’s comes up to your shoulder for a moment and you feel the strap of your dress being pulled down.

After which, he pulls the fabric down enough to reveal your bra. It’s messy but, Nanami works his hand underneath it and you feel him roll his thumb and his index finger over your nipple.

“M-Mmgh… W-Wait I-I’m…” You stammer, trying to keep yourself together as his fingering increases in pace.

Nanami’s lips brush over your ear, “Hm? Should I slow down again?” He coos, the wet sounds of his fingers slipping in and out of your pussy filling the air.

It was so loud and wet, squelch after squelch after squelch heard and bouncing off the interior of his vehicle. Somewhere deep down inside, you wondered if his driver could hear any of this, especially as you started moaning louder and louder.

Which only worsens when his fingers pinch your nipple and his others leave your cunt in one quick motion. You gasp and then spasm when Nanami’s coated fingers rub quick and pleasureful circles over your clit.

“Oh my god,” You whine, the sound making him grin.

“Y’like that, huh?” Nanami whispers, giving your nipple a slight tug while simultaneously skillfully toying with your clit in a way that takes your breath away for a moment.

Then there was the way you felt his huge and obviously hard cock poking up against your ass. It felt so damn big, you could only imagine what it looked like or what it felt like. And just as the imagination enters your mind, his fingers slip right back down and into your pussy, reaching far deeper this time in comparison to before.

Thrust after thrust, followed by a loud shlick as Nanami rutted his fingers into you. Your back arches more than before and your legs start to close around his arm.

He chuckles, “Open, keep ‘em open. C’mon, I know you can do it.” Nanami says as if to guide you through it.

You try but when his fingers just curve into that sweet and mushy spot inside you, your entire body threatens to fold in on itself and roll off his lap completely. “I c-can’t… holy f-fuck… K-Kento-, a-aah… M’gonna cum,” You whimper and gasp at the same time.

The tip of Nanami’s cock was oozing in precum as your whines hit his ears. He adored the way you were squirming against him, the plush of your ass just rutting all over his erection and making it difficult for him to resist the urge to flip you over and stuff you full of his inches.

“Go on then, cum all over my fingers,” He murmurs so sexily, his voice having dropped an octave due to his arousal, “Be a good girl and make a mess of my fingers, yeah?”

His words, his voice, the way he’s fingering you-- all of it leads to an orgasm, a leg shaking, throat crying with moans slipping from your lips, and back arching orgasm. You truly don’t remember the last time you came this hard over someone fingering you.

“Aagn… ff-fuuck-,” You sputter out, your eyes tearing as Nanami’s fingers only thrust into you faster and faster to coax you through your high.

Then, he doesn’t even give you a moment's rest, driving you straight into overstimulation by continuing to finger you even as you cum over his fingers, your wall clamping around his digits and making him swallow heavily. Nanami was so turned on by the act of pleasing you, he could only imagine what it’d be like to feel your cunt spasm and squeeze around his shaft.

God, just thinking about him made his eyes lower and a look of lust take over his expression. Those fingers of his grow aggressive all of a sudden, the feeling of his fingertips diving and pumping right into that sweet spot of yours.

“Kento, s-shit… fuck… oh my g-god-,” You whine and shudder in his hold, your legs unavoidably closing.

Nanami removes his hand from your chest and it goes to one of your legs, his mouth moving to speak into your ear again, “I said keep your legs open, didn’t I?” He asks.

His voice alone makes your pussy spasm around his veiny hand, “M’sorry… aah, c-can’t-,” You whimper so needily.

He frowns but you feel his hand draw your one leg away from the other, spreading you open all over again and making his fingers reach deeper. “You’re sorry? Aww,” Nanami’s lips brush against the skin of your ear, “Don’t make me punish you for not being able to follow such simple instructions…”

His fingers curl into you again and again, leaving you so breathless and jittery in his lap. How long had you been inside this damn car? When was it going to stop? Did you want it to stop? (No)

You take his words through one ear and out the other but manage to spread your legs further for him, one of your hands holding onto his arm for dear life as if that’ll help him ease up on you.

“Mmmmmh, thaat’s it,” Nanami hums, “See? Now, I can please this needy cunt of yours better.” He comments, his voice again making you pulse.

“K-Kento,” You gasp as his fingers begin to return to those earlier scissor motions.

He bites his lower lip at the sound of his name leaving your lips, “Hm? What is it, pretty girl? Talk to me,” He hushes out so softly that it makes your stomach churn.

“F-Feels g-good… but I… haahh…” You struggle to get your needs out when his fingers swivel inside you so sweetly that your hips jerk forward again, eager to get more and yet less at the same time.

Nanami moves to your neck for the millionth time, planting almost loving kisses to your skin to encourage you, “You what? Tell me, darling.”

You have to turn your head in the opposite direction of his own entirely to get the words out, “Fuck, I want your… I w-want more,” You answer vaguely.

His hips suddenly lift into you a bit and you feel his large dick press up against your ass. “More? More of what?” Nanami huffs out, “Be specific.”

“D-Damnit,” You curse, letting out a sigh, “You,” You say with a slight whine.

He chuckles, “What part of me, c’mon, I said be specific.” Nanami repeats, struggling to keep his composure as he continues fingering you and kissing your neck.

You’re panting and squirming all over the place. It feels so good-, his fingers feel oh so good. They hit all the right places and the way he speaks to you only adds to your pleasure.

You mumble a response out to him, unsure if you’ve ever been this damn embarrassed to voice your needs before. The words went unheard and Nanami only grins before shoving the full length of his fingers deep into your cunt with vigor, a loud and slick wet sound hitting both of your ears.

“Say it louder,” He urges as he tips up a little and kisses the crown of your ear.

Your body is so hot and your legs won’t stop moving, “Y-Your cock, mmgh… Kento I want you to fuck me.” You finally manage out.

He smiles, “Yeah?”

“P-Please,” You whine.

His fingering increases. From thrusting in and out of your hole to slipping out for a second and quickly rubbing over your clit, you could feel a second orgasm quickly building up. Nanami’s free hand goes up to your jaw and he forces your head to turn and face him.

Staring dead into your eyes, “Say that again,” He grunts.

Your pussy was simply gushing around his fingers at both the eye contact and his voice, “I w-want you to fuck me, please.”

“You’re such a good girl,” He coos. Then, his fingers leave your cunt just as you think you were about to cum again and you watch him bring his digits to his mouth.

Your eyes don’t leave the way Nanami sucks your taste off and groans as he does so. As he does so, you can feel his cock twitching below you. But before you get to say or do anything.

Nanami tilts his head at you and leans closer to your face, his eyes on your mouth, “Open,” He orders.

All too quickly, your lips part, and Nanami is quick to push his tongue into your mouth, leading you to moan against him at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Then, both his hands go to your hips and as you awkwardly angle yourself to make out with him, he begins to force your bare cunt to grind over his bulge.

It was hot and heavy, a messy connection of tongues swirling and sliding over one another infused with moans from you and groans from him that made the two of you equally dazed and dizzy with lust.

His lips were soft, careful, and calculated over your own whilst his tongue smeared your taste across your tongue. Heavy breaths and pants broke out in between the kiss while you felt the bulge of his cock drag against your ass and then your cunt.

Unbeknownst to you, the vehicle you’d been in all this time was finally coming to a stop, which meant one thing…

Nanami pries from your lips and a low groan leaves the depths of his throat as he feels how stupidly wet you’ve gotten his pants, “Like a slut, right?”

“H-Huh?” You were too horny to recall what you’d requested.

“You want me to fuck you like a slut, correct?”

You nod, almost dumbly, “Uhuh..”

“Okay well,” Nanami tips his head to the side, “When I fuck, I fuck rough,” He tells you, “Can you handle that?”

You’re all too quick to nod again, “Yeah.”

He chuckles at your eagerness, “What if I tie your hands up, can you handle that?”

You blink, “I can try…”

The look of neediness and curiosity in your eyes was driving the man crazy, “Aww, you’ll try?”

“Mhmm, jus’ want you to fuck me. I don’t care how,” You murmur to him.

You were so horny and it was so painfully obvious.

Nanami sits back a little and stares at you, “Alright then,” His hands go to your wrists and he moves them behind your back, holding them in place for a moment so that you can get the idea, “Tied up and stuffed full of cock, s’that what you’ve been wanting all night?”

You’re nodding before words are even forming in your mouth, “Yeahh…”

“So then I was right for my assumption,” He hums, “You are a whore.”

“For some people, yes,” You admit blindly.

He scoffs, “I see. And if not a whore then just a cock hungry slut, right?”

Oh his way of degrading you had your legs weak and your pussy dripping all over him. “M-Mhm, ‘specially for you.”

His brows raise, “For me?” Nanami then laughs, “Ohhh, so then for tonight, you’re my cock hungry slut?”

You nod again.

“Cute,” He comments, the corner of his lips twitching into a sexy grin, “Really fucking cute. Well then, that’s enough foreplay, yeah? Let’s not keep my needy girl waiting too much longer…”

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