The Librarians Toy ^Tsuchigomori x Reader^*on temporary hiatus*

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⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ Use of words slut & whore, description/image (_NOT ACTUAL IMAGE_) of suicide, description/image of gore (_NOT ACTUAL IMAGE_)

⚠️NSFW⚠️

Tsuchigomori's POV

   I was awoken by the noise of cars on the street. The room was dark and I could feel the breath of Y/N against the side of my neck. They held onto me tightly, pulling themselves closer to me as if no matter how close they got, it would never be enough. I stroked their hair for awhile, until they relaxed. I eventually fell back asleep

. . .

    I could feel their eyes looking up at me, I pretended to be asleep before I spoke to them gently, "Good morning, little moth,". They tensed and didn't respond. "It's rude to not respond properly, so why don't we try again. Good morning, little moth,".

     "Good morning," Y/N responded groggily.

     "Did you sleep alright?" I asked. They nodded their head, wrapping a part of the sheet around themselves tightly. I sat up, rolling onto my side to get a better look at Y/N. "I'll go make some breakfast, you can come out when you're ready to," I said, getting out of bed. Y/N laid there unmoving, I frowned. I threw on some sweatpants and went to the kitchen. 

. . .

    I sat on the couch, drinking my 3rd cup of coffee, watching TV, while Y/N was in the shower. Memories of the previous night rolled through my head like a film, and now I was hard. "Fuck Y/N.. what's taking you so damn long," I mumbled to myself. I was losing patience. Another few minutes went by and I couldn't wait any longer. I set my mug down. I spit into one hand, using the other to remove my pants. I began massaging my cock gently, not wanting to get ahead of myself. It wasn't too long before I lost control and let myself go. I couldn't handle it anymore, I needed a release. I continued at a good pace until I was interrupted.

   "Tsuchi?" Y/N asked, wrapped in a towel.

"Y/N.. you're finally done in the shower.. good.. get over here," I demanded. They complied with a flushed face. "I don't care how you do it, just do it,". They knew exactly what I was talking about and gave me a confirming nod. They dropped their towel, slowly lowering themselves on top of my cock. "Stop teasing me, slut," I seethed. They finally sat completely down.

  "Fuck," Y/N whimpered, resting their head on my shoulder. They moved their hips in a rhythmic motion, holding onto me. I held Y/N tightly, guiding them up and down.

"You like that, don't you? Whore. You're a nasty slut, aren't you?"

Y/N nodded

"Use your words," I demanded. Gripping onto their chin, I forced their head up. Y/N's mouth opened from the squeeze. "Now answer," I demanded, spitting into their mouth.

"Yes, Tsuchi," they spoke.

"A dirty slut like you doesn't deserve to say my name. When it's just you and I, you'll refer to me as master or sir. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir" Y/N responded, breathing heavily. I could feel their insides clenched around my cock, their back arched. I held them down onto me, putting their movements to a halt.

"You look so pathetic when I fuck you," I commented, "keep moving, slut," I released my hold on Y/N. They sat there, their chest heaved up and down, breathless. "C'mon doll, be good, won't you? For me?" I cooed. Y/N nodded and resumed their movements. I lolled my head back, enjoying the view in front of me.