A Different Breed

Author's Notes: prompt: "Write about Rin getting fucked by DILF Kanji and asking him to impregnate her"

Once in a while, a man would come into LeBlanc. He was tall, taller than Yusuke even, and had a muscular frame that he just couldn't hide even on the days he wore stuffy 'professional' outfits that hid his shoulders. His face was sharp. He gave off the aura of a supposedly 'dangerous' guy. But Rin knew that couldn't be the case. She saw what he was like. He'd order the sweet stuff, something that his own children and maybe his wife, she wasn't sure, would tease him about. He was also sweet and courteous if a little blunt but apologetic to her and the kids he'd bring in.

This wasn't the first adult man that Rin had inappropriate fantasies about and it definitely wouldn't be the last. Sojiro fucking her over the counter, Mr. Inui letting her suck him off under his desk and then burying his cock in her throat in a panic when someone walked into the classroom, Iwai calling her a fucked up kid while fucking her with a gun were all good fantasies but were starting to grow stale from overuse. She wasn't even sure about what it was about this guy that made her go crazy.

Yes, he was cute and the way he'd melt around his kids and listen to them babble while they held their cute plushies that he supposedly made, and oh God, he must be such a good dad that was so fucking hot—

Rin gulped as her legs crossed themselves behind the counter. Ugh, she always got this way before her time of the month. It was infuriating. As if she wasn't already horny enough as it was! She didn't need to be dripping while on the job! She shuffled in her spot, toes curling in her sneakers, and tried to think about literally anything else.

It all went out the window the second he walked in. Alone this time. He took the booth closest to the entrance. He had nothing with him save for a few craft magazines she was guessing. Sojiro had left a while ago and said she was in charge. So, it was just her and the mystery man.

This was usually how her fantasies started.

Right now though? Rin couldn't stand it.

She did her job though. Whether or not she did it well was something that only he or Sojiro could tell. She placed his cafe au lait in front of him and stood there a second too long. Her hands fidgeted in front of her as the man looked up at her. Up this close, she could tell he wasn't actually that much older than her. Maybe. Something about the shape of his eyes and jaw and the fact he came in with five kids once made him seem much older though.

He blinked. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, uh," she stammered. Overly detailed images of him picking her up and folding her in half filled her mind. She shook the thoughts from her head and tried to force out a 'how are you liking things' in her best customer service voice. "How... How... hOW BIG IS THAT DICK—"

Rin didn't even know how she found herself pinned against the wall in that tiny, tiny, tiny bathroom. His long legs knocked against the toilet seat and his large hands splayed against the walls beside her head. She gulped as she reached for his belt. The fact it was studded threw her off for some reason. As did the necklace that dangled in front of her face, it was very... punkish. It all went against the clean-cut image he was clearly trying to push, save for the leather jackets he sometimes wore. He sighed and she quickly got back to work. Soon, his too-tight pants were undone and pulled down to his mid-thighs. The sight of his bulge in his boxer briefs sent a rush of ice water through her veins. She was half tempted to spit out an "Ah! Now I know!" and squeeze her way out of the bathroom, but, she had come too far. Shakily, she yanked down his boxers and let out a whine. He wasn't even hard and he was thicker than her wrist! Her knees quaked under her. His poor wife!

Guilt panged in her chest at the thought.

God, what was she doing? What was he doing? Was she really so cute that he had to go along with her stupid comments? Maybe he was checking her out every time she came in. Maybe that was why he went along with this as easily as he did. Did he imagine her face over his wife when they fucked? God, she was the worst. That shouldn't have gotten her hot.

She stroked him off as heavy pants began to fall from her mouth. Her legs clamped tightly together at the sound of his breath hitching. Steadily, he grew hard in her grip. The sight of his foreskin gliding back and forth across the thick head made her mouth water. She wanted a taste so bad... Before Rin could try to drop to her knees in front of him, the man reached down and hoisted her up. She scrambled to grip onto him as he held her hips with one hand. The other popped open the buttons to her blouse and revealed her remarkably plain beige bra before dipping between her legs and under her skirt.

A soft 'tsk' escaped him as his fingers swiped across her sticky thighs and even slicker panties. "Jeez, you're like a freakin' flood down there, you come into work turned on or somethin'?"

He had no idea how right he was.

The feeling of metal against her thigh made her gasp out. Right, his wedding ring. Her cunt twitched. "Hah, yeah, yeah whatever! Just fuck me already, s-sir!"

He muttered something about her being pushy or how she's basically ready anyway. Rin wasn't paying attention anymore. She clung to his neck and stared down at his bare cock nudging against her still clothed pussy. He pushed her panties to the side and lined himself up properly. She wondered if he could feel her heart beating from touching her like this. "You ready?"

She nodded. Maybe too enthusiastically.

Then, he pushed forward.

A silent gasp tore itself from her throat as his fat, thick cock sank into her eager pussy. Her back arched against the tiled wall. Her hips squirmed in his steady grip. Her legs flailed against his sides. Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, how deep was he? He HAD to be near the base…

“Halfway there,” he muttered as if he had read her mind. “It hurtin’?”

Rin wasn’t even sure if it hurt. She was so wet and turned on for so long. But she felt so tight like she would snap in half if he stretched her out any more! It was definitely something.

Overwhelming.

Addicting.

She shook her head then wrapped her legs around his slim hips. “Fuck… Keep… keep going!” She pulled herself further onto him, her body crying out as he inevitably inched deeper into her. “F-fuck me… l-like your wife won’t let you!”

He hissed at that. “You asked for it.”

His fingers sank into her shapely hips, hard enough for there to be hand-shaped bruises in the morning, and yanked her forward. She yelped as his cock slammed against her cervix. Stars exploded in her vision. His pace was fast and deep. Brutal, even. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she hung limply off of him. Each slam of the hips sent an overwhelming rush through her veins. Her breasts bounced almost painfully. His breathtaking pace was enough to nearly knock her glasses off of her face. Fuck! She could barely handle him going slow. What was she thinking? Not that she was able to think clearly anymore. The only thing she could think about was how thick his cock was, how heavy his balls felt as they slapped against her rippling ass, and how soon her next fuck from this older man would be.

“Sh-she’s pregnant again, right?”

“What?”

“Y-you can’t fuck your wife when she’s all swelled up like that, huh?”

He groaned.

“Are you pent up? Y-you should… c-come fuck me again! I-I-I’ll take care of you… I’ll be your teenage cum dump until you knock me up like her!”

“Fffffuckin’ hell, kid.” His tone sounded incredulous. Still, his cock throbbed inside her tight, practically virginal, cunt. His thrusts grew sloppier. He didn’t even bother to pull out halfway. “This what high schoolers are doin’ these days? Fine. I-I’ll knock ya up. I’ll knock ya up good.”

She squealed as he continued his assault. Drool rolled down her chin and onto her bouncing tits. Heat rose and rose and rose inside of her until it began to overflow. White-hot sensation wracked her body as she came. Her cunt squeezed him tight as a rush of fluid splashed onto his pelvis. Still, he fucked her through her orgasm, urged on by her twitching walls. He huffed above a fuck drunk Rin, trying not to knock her head against the bathroom walls as he felt his own release coming. “Shit!”

Once again, she was yanked forward, her ass flush against his hips. Cum flooded her womb and filled her to the very brim. Thick milky white painted her walls and threatened to dribble out of her now well-used pussy even with him still inside. He huffed as he slumped against the wall, still managing to hold onto her as his knees quaked under him. Pants filled the hot, heavy air between them. Too soon, the man began to pull out and lower Rin onto her shaky legs. He tucked himself up and looked at her. She gave him a lopsided grin before dropping onto the toilet.

“Th-thanks for coming to Leblanc. Hope you come again soon...~”

He chuckled at the lame joke and left the bathroom, leaving her a drunken, dripping mess.

Eventually, Rin came to. She cleaned herself up the best that she could, hissing as she moved. It still felt like he was inside her! With shaking legs, she left the bathroom. The sight of Sojiro behind the counter greeted her. Panic pulsed through her veins as his eyes met hers.

“You alright?”

“Y-yeah. Had…” she paused. “...C-cramps.”

He grimaced. “Anyway, I guess I can trust you to look after the store after all. Tatsumi left a pretty big tip for you on the table."

Rin let out an awkward laugh.

He sure did.