"Ugh!" You groan while deleting all of the unsatisfactory work typed onto your Word document. This is a major set back, considering the fact that you're required to turn in and present a double spaced Times New Roman twelve dissertation (by tomorrow), in order to even qualify for a PhD in the Fine Arts.
So far, all you've succeeded in producing, are watery eyes from staring at the bright glow of your laptop screen in the dark for too long and an antsy feeling from a combination of staying cooped up within the walls of your claustrophobic bedroom and chugging Red Bulls as if they're going out of style (okay, maybe that statement is embellishing the truth a little. But three is still pretty unhealthy for your body.)
You then hear someone politely knock on your door and do a crossover between flinching and fidgeting in the rolling chair you have been sitting in for hours on end.
"Come in." You curtly call out, rubbing your temples.
Sounds of the knob jiggling and the door creaking open was subsequently followed by the appearance of your handsome husband Fang. He entered, adorned in all black as usual with his once purplish-jet black mane of hair trimmed down to a mullet he tied up into a miniture ponytail (or if that's a hard image to visualize, just look up pictures of his haircut in the manga adaptation.)
"Hey, are you okay?" The man of a few words asked. "I could hear you all the way in the living room."
"No, I'm about to throw away eight goddamn years of studies because I'm pretty much fucked in terms of my presentation." You say, contemplating many different methods to make up the many years of your life you might've just wasted. After all, there is no way of coming back from this when training for a very competitive career in this field.
"Oh...um..."Fang stammered, hesitantly. Even after dating for three years, proposing, getting engaged, and marrying you, he still didn't know how to handle instense emotional moments like this. But you don't take offense to this since you already knew that he wasn't a very expressive kind of guy before getting into this type of arrangement.
"Do you want something? I'm sort of on a tight schedule right now." You sigh, signalling at your hella messy desk and all the research you were busy doing.
"No, I just wanted to check on you." His flustered face quickly shifted back to his regular, calm collected and composed look. He then traveled behind you, and began to sensually massage your shoulders. "And maybe ease some of your stress..."
You felt heat rise up to your cheeks, feeling slightly turned on by the non chalant sound of his deep voice.
"Ehem" You cleared your throat, basically forcing yourself to cockblock yourself in the names of responisbilty and adulthood. "I don't think seeking a distraction is a good idea, in fact, it'll probably just give me the exact opposite effect on my already dire situation!"
Fang peeled his hands off your shoulders and you could feel your soulmate flash a dejected stare at the backside of your head. But before he got the chance to exit your office, you gave into your temptations and tugged on his arm.
"I thought you didn't want me in here?" He turned around and questioned you with one eyebrow raised.
"Well, I've briefly given it some consideration and maybe sex could help relieve some of my stress. Or at least give me a necessary growth mindset and attitude change that could allow my brain to function late in the nigh-"Fang crashed his lips against yours, cutting your tangent off. However, you weren't really angry seeing as you rambled on and on about random shit all the fucking time.
Hungrily, he slid his tongue into your mouth, turning this passionate kissing session into full blown making out. You let out a muffled moan when he began multitasking between licking the back of your throat (or sucking face, if you prefer that phrase more instead lmao) and seductively trailing his hand down your hips and thighs, shortly stopping to cup your clothed ass cheeks until he reached his final destination at the bottom of your skirt. He then slid his hand under there and teasingly stroked your wet panties with his thumb.
You whimpered with pleasure, the simplistic motion making you wetter by the minute. But soon after, the sensation came to an end when Fang detached his body from your own.
"Why'd y-you s-s-stop?"You stuttered out, feeling a bit disappointed.
His only response was "It didn't take long for you to change your mind, Y/N." And was accompanied after with a sexy smirk plastered across his face.
You wanted to tell him to shut up and quit making fun of your indecisiveness in a full sentence, but instead you only whined the words 'please, I need you.' Over and over again while simultaniously, subconciously yanking his arm back and grinding on it.
All that came out of his mouth was a tsk tsk. He then thought agonizingly long and hard (hah! that's what she said) before his strong muscles pushed your rolling chair back in a single sweep. Your head almost hits the curtain bound window behind you but Fang doesn't allow that to happen and swoops down one-handedly, stopping you from slightly falling back in the chair, just in time.
You look up and stare in awe at the tall mega hot superhero, noticing him cornering you. He let you go, knowing that you were safe enough to continue and unbuttoned your blouse. Carelessly chucking that aside and without time to waste, he hastily un-did your bra. And to no ones surprise, the undergarmet joined the other article of clothing on the carpeted floor.
You sucked in your breath as he left love bites across your collarbone and kisses on the skin of your stomach. Triggering a rush of arousal that coursed throughout the veins in your body, Fang started to grope and fondle your breasts. Mainly touching and brushing up against your sensitive nipples with the pads of his fingers.
Now on his knees, he wedges himself between your legs on the ground. Butterflies begin fluttering inside the pit of your abdomen as you become more and more excited for what was about to happen next. Fang's dark eyes gazed at you with lust, never once breaking eye contact with you as he licked his lips.
He stuck his head up the fabric of your skirt and tilted forward, pressing a soft kiss onto the cloth of your underwear.
"You like that?" He mumbled against the same spot he kissed. Vibrations somehow strong enough to transfer through the barrier and translate into echos from inside the entrance of your vagina.
You give a long, pregnant pause (in order to give a concise answer to his question instead of moaning) and manage to merely reply with "mhmm."
"Great, I want to make you feel good. It's my only priority." The romantic man that left you in unorganized shambles, whispered. You feel him pull down your panties and help him out by raising your legs when need be.
Since you couldn't tell what was about to come, your immediate automatic response to having kitten licks penetrate your core, was grabbing a chunk of his shoulder length hair and bucking your hips further into his mouth.
Upon seeing your reaction, he elevates the heated situation even more by eating out your pussy.
"Such a pretty cunt." He cooed, in between switching to a slower pace. "I love it."
At this point, you lose control. Throwing your head back with your mouth agape. Forgetting that a glass window was placed right behind you.
"Owie." You whine, barely auditory but apparently loud enough for Fang to hear, because you hear a chuckle shortly after.
"Are you okay?" Fang pulls away and feigns concern, laughing. "I can stop if it's too much for you to handle."
"No! Don't stop." Your voice came out raspy, as you shook your head. "I want-no-need your tongue. In. Me. Now."
Listening to your childish demands, his lips circled both of your inner thighs before continuing what he first started. You instantly forgot about the piercing pain and instead focused your attention on the way Fang's well trained tongue consistently stimulated the spot where your clit is located.
Getting closer to peak nirvana and the high feeling of floating in heaven, you made desperate movements at immeasurably rapid increased speeds. During your attempt to cum faster, you felt Fang remove his prescence in order to catch his breath. Knowing how unpatient you get whenever you are in this state, he inserted a finger into your hole. Poking and proding your all encompassing bump of nerves. He repeated the same in and out motion but added more fingers inside each time. And on the last one, he pinched your clit, giving you the extra push over the edge.
The entirety off your vagina felt tender and hypersensitive as your legs shook. You moan the loudest you have all evening, while your back uncontrollably spasmed. You savored and relished in the fact that this was probably the best orgasim he's given you since the night of your wedding day (which is REALLY saying a lot.)
Fang got off the ground and gingerly pet the bump that grew in the place of the sore on your head. It still geniunely stung, but somehow, Fang caressing it as earnestly (and gentally) as he possibly could, made it feel better.
"Do you have enough time to squeeze in a round two?" Fang grunted huskily, a large tent appearing inside his pants.