u/BitchWithHandKink

Joylen x Naoya 🤔🤔 didn’t expect this power couple on my shelf but ok they’re serving fr.

(I can't believe I haven't written smut in over a month now... I'm in a really weird era of my life rn ... but I guess... I'm kinda back and I have a few ideas in mind. Hope y'all didn't forget Abt me yet... ehhehe. And I'm just getting into it again so don't be too harsh on me... I'm just getting there again yk...)

Going down on him like I have to. I slide my tongue up his shaft like I know he loves while he looks down at me with half-lidded eyes and that big, stupid grin. I take him in fully, my lips wrapping around the tip until my nose basically hits his abs. My eyes water a little from the way he hits the back of my throat; he notices the reflection in my eyes and totally misreads it, like he always does.

"Aww, thinking about our argument from earlier again, hmm?" His hand reaches behind my head, fingers digging into my hair. I ignore his words and focus on just getting it over with, getting him off, nothing more. His comment just had to remind me of our argument from not long ago and now all I want is to be alone.

His hand is almost caring and kind as it holds the back of my head. It's so unlike him; usually, I’m met with a hand pushing me down instead of holding me. Treating me like a person just makes the then unexpected cruelty hurt even more. I remove my lips from his cock and look up at him, trying to see what selfish plan he’s making up for his enjoyment.

He just grins with that cocky, arrogant look that makes me want to scream at him instead of trying to please him. "Tsk... you're still on about that other girl, huh?" he asks, like he’s talking about the weather instead of the fact that I caught him.

He leans back, watching me carefully while I hold his hard cock in my hand. "...You’ve got such a twisted way of looking at things. I told you, she was just... available. Unlike you, who’s always got a headache or a complaint."

"Available?" I choke out, the taste of him still on my tongue. "She was 'available' because you went looking for her, Naoya. You don't get to act like a victim because I actually have standards for how you treat me."

I try to pull away, to actually stand up and leave this time, but that 'kind' hand in my hair tightens instantly. "Standards? That’s cute. You think you're in a position to set terms for me? A man like me needs variety, and if you were doing your job right, I wouldn't have to look elsewhere, would I? You’re the one failing here, not me."

"You're a disgusting, gaslight-"
"Blah, blah, blah." He cuts me off, rolling his eyes. He doesn't even look angry; he just looks annoyed that I’m still making noise. He shoves my head down hard, forcing my face back onto his cock. "Shut up and use that mouth for something useful... Maybe if you're good enough..., I'll actually stay home tomorrow."

I do as he wants. I take him into my throat as I feel the tears building up, not because of his size, but because he is such a dick. Tears drip right onto his thighs as I take him back in. My throat feels like it’s closing up from the sobbing, but he doesn't care; he likes the way the sound is muffled against him.

Every time I shiver or let out a shaky breath, his grip on my hair just gets tighter, making sure I can't pull away again. He lets out an sadistic laugh, sounding way too comfortable. "Look at that, baby.Finally stopped talking... and you look way prettier just like that."

I look up, my vision all blurry, and he is just staring down at me with a satisfied look. He reaches down, his thumb wiping away a few tears but not to comfort. He's admiring an achievement: making me cry.

"You should be happy I even come back to see this pathetic face of yours." Every word is like a slap, but he just uses the rhythm of my crying to push himself deeper, his hips bucking up to meet my mouth. He is totally turned on by the mess, the tears, the smudged makeup, the way I’m shaking under his hands.

"Don't look so sad, baby," he teases with cruel smirk revealing how much he actually enjoying seeing meslobbing on his dick. "... if you keep looking this hot while crying like this, I might actually have to stay... just to see how much more I can break you."

He lets out a sharp groan, his fingers twitching in my hair as he reaches his limit. "Enough," not even waiting for me to pull back before he shoves me away.

I sit back on my heels, gasping for air, my face a total wreck of tears. I try to wipe my eyes, but he grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Crying over a few words? You really are as weak as they say women are. Can't even handle the truth without falling apart," he mocks.

Before I can even blink, he commands, "Stay still."
I couldn't move even if I wanted to. I just watch through blurry eyes as he lets go, thick ropes of cum across my face, mixing with the tears still running down my cheeks.

He lets out a long, satisfied sigh, watching the mess slide down my skin. "There. Now you look like you're worth something," he says, reaching out to wipe a stray tear off my face. "Stop being so sensitive. It's pathetic. A man of my rank needs a wife who knows her place, not one who leaks every time I tell her how the world works."

He adjusts his clothes like I'm not even there anymore, completely unbothered by the fact that I’m still sobbing on the floor and leaves me just like this.

holding my purses like a good boy. 🥹

THIINJKKK clpuud cloud thinkk zthnk omniman

WOAHHHH THINKCLOUD RANKING WIRH MEEE WE BACKKK

I mean, the line between that and just having fun is thin, because he is my favorite after all but making him hold my purse and dressing him up a little is something he’d soooo hate.

I even pierced his ears with new jewelry, and I’m so proud of the Lana Del Rey coke necklace on him. Adorable baby.