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Obeisance to the Arrow - Noritoshi Kamo

#4.5 - Sweet Dreams

[Kamo handles his emotions the ways teen boys do]

[tw: noritoshi kamo x reader, smut, forced marriage, child marriage, age gap relationship, male masturbation, bj, titty groping, face fucking, facial, possessive sex, a bit fluffy too ig <3]

#4 - Cursed Bride #5 - Man and Wife

Noritoshi Kamo flirted with the idea of fooling himself into thinking he was lucky. He was to be the future head of the great Clan Kamo (my mother a shameful mistress), he inherited the Blood Manipulation technique (they’d all throw me away if they could), he was to inherit the power, purse and position at the highest level of Jujutsu society (a child bride: you).

Soon to be married. He’d just gotten off a phone call with his father, something that went: 

“Hello? Noritoshi? Can you hear me? Huh?”

“Hello, father. Yes, I’m here, good evening.”

“Noritoshi, ah, my son! Congratulations, many many congratulations! Your bride is to see your face soon, I suppose, now!”

It took a moment for him to get it. Bride. You. Marriage. Soon. Fuck.

He thanked his father and sat in his room catatonic for a few hours, missing dinner, before stumbling to Utahime-sensei’s. 

But that was three days ago. He had asked for three days off, and Utahime was more than willing to grant it. All he’s done these past three days was to watch Netflix, order the most expensive sushi platters, and rot in bed. He’s still lying face up in bed. Tonight’s the last of the three days. He’s got to face everyone tomorrow. He buries his head in his pillows at the very thought of it. 

Ping. A text from an unknown number. Hmm? 

His eyes almost pop when he reads it– a text from you? You got a phone? Clearly, that means you’re slowly extracting yourself from the clutches of your Orthodox families. How, he’s not very sure. You’re discouraged from going outside or from having friends. You’ve been isolated your entire life. You don’t know why, because no one will tell you, but your skill of ‘uncovering’ terrifies people– people who don’t want to be uncovered. 

Clearly, you trust him to not expose your growing independence to the higher-ups. Why? Does she know something about him? Perhaps something to buy his silence? 

I’m judging her too harshly. After all, I’m her husband.

God, why did that make his heart jump?

The wedding wasn’t really done yet, but you’ve been engaged for 5 years now: married, really, in Noritoshi’s mind. He hasn’t seen you in over two years. He’s sent letters that you didn’t reply to, but otherwise, he hasn’t gone home. But seeing your message, and the fact that you could even send him one, means that you’ve clearly grown up a lot.

The idea stirs in his body, his hands absent-mindedly drifting over his abs to the waistline of his sweatpants. Her hair must have grown longer. His long fingers gingerly trace over the lump in his pants, savouring the sensual tickle of it. She must be taller now, perhaps up to his eyes? He palms himself, hard under his own ministrations, and turns to his side, watching himself in his wardrobe mirror. 

He loves to watch himself, really. His hair, left open and flowing over his broad chest and shoulders, the sinews of his tensed neck, the blush over his cheeks, the blissed frown on his face. Looking at him now, anyone would think that he’s in pain. In a way, I suppose. He likes to take his time, teasing and edging himself till he can't take it anymore. His shirt’s been carelessly tossed off, the muscles of his gorgeous torso pulled taut against his pretty skin. He sits up, facing the mirror, cock in one hand and the other running through his locks.

Fuck, she must have grown so much. He imagines cupping your tits, weighing them in his hands. “God-” Noritoshi rocks his hips into his rough hand, his light happy trail just slightly grazing his fingers. What bras does she wear? I’d want to pull the cups down; she’s mine, after all, all mine. He’s starting to leak now, his pretty cock blushing so red. He imagines you’ll like it: a little over six inches, a shade darker than his skin, with such a pretty curve. At his fullest girth, he can just barely wrap his fingers around it. 

Maybe she’d lick up the vein on the underside. He moans out loud, praying that no one is outside. He looks at himself in the mirror, fucking his hand so desperately, a bead of sweat dropping from his jaw onto his hard abs. She’d sit on the ground, begging for me to unzip my pants, maybe she’ll be too impatient and do it herself. 

His groans are breathless, panting, gasping. Every wet hard thrust into his hands feels like heaven. But nothing compared to her mouth. He licks his palm, and then spits into it, and starts to fuck himself faster. 

Her mouth, kitten licks to the tip, shy eyes asking me if she’ll be able to fully take me, my pre-cum dribbling down her chin to her pretty tits. He leans back, one hand against the bed and head thrown back, lost in his dreams. She’d take me in her mouth, choking and struggling, I'd kiss her forehead, my own precious baby, oh her tongue over my cock, the bulge of her cheeks, the outline of my cock fucking into her throat. “My baby, God, my love-” he’s so close, if his loose tongue or his fucked-out look in the mirror means anything. He imagines reaching a hand down to grab a handful of your perfect tits, so soft, her gasping moans, would she startle if I pinch a nipple? Or grab her hair to push her down my cock even more? Fuck into her gorgeous face? Ask her if she likes the taste of my cock? Maybe I'd make her lick my balls. “I’m close, fuck-” what if she opens her mouth wide, tongue out and begs me to let her drink my cum, to finish in her mouth, make a mess on her face – Noritoshi watches himself cum all over his hands with the loudest groans, splatters of white ruining his sweatpants. He collapses back into his bed: sweaty, fucked out and just a bit unwilling to let go the post-orgasm bliss. His long hair has been messed up, hands and thighs sticky, bed ruined. He grins. I’ll see you soon then, my wife.

#5 - Man and Wife

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a/n : i've kept it as a sub-chapter because ik not everyone enjoys smutty stuff. even though the sexual feelings of the characters are kinda important to their development thru the story, it's also not compulsory for everyone to read it.

Technically.. If I suck you off does that make me a service dog?🦴🐕‍🦺

Apparently, the answer is about 30 minutes! If you Yip and Bark at master for 30 minutes, she will give you cock!

I'm so needy today. I couldn't help myself but wag my ass in front of the window. Of course, I made sure to be only in my panties. I Yipped and Barked and wiggled at Master.

Finally, she notices me and asks me why I'm barking. She gives me a scritch, calls me a good girl, and goes back to cooking.

I'm barking because Good Girls suck cock master! I'm a good girl!

I Bark and Yip for another 10 minutes Master comes back and rubs my Ass and spanks me in front of the window. I put my ass up in the air, ready for my spankings, but she whistles for me.

I look up and Masters pretty cock is out. She tells me to suck her and I do. I really hope people seen me being a good toy... Master fucked my throat and of course I swallowed.

I feel so fuzzy and dumb. I'm soaking wet. My lips feel all puffy. My mouth feels empty without masters cock.

Now I'll hump my pillow and pout because I really want to cum. I'm still under no touch rule.

I do not cum.

Day 43 of Edging.

Today I was having a dream of sucking cock. I wake up, and my pillow is covered in drool. I felt like I had something in my mouth, and it was taken away when I woke up.

I love how needy im getting. I started humping my pillow and waiting for the sun to rise. I rubbed myself a little bit, and it felt really nice. Almost too nice.

I will not Cum.

Day 43 without Cumming.

I Do Not Cum.