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𐙚⋆°｡ husband!nanami with a breeding kink ₊˚⊹ᰔ

Nanami had you pinned to the bed the second he got home from work, tie still half-loosened around his neck. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured against your throat, voice low and rough. His hands were already under your shirt, pushing it up, palms warm and possessive. “My wife. Home. Waiting for me.”

He stripped you methodically — the same careful, deliberate way he did everything — but the second your panties hit the floor his control cracked. He spread your thighs wide, eyes dark behind his glasses as he looked at how wet you already were for him.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You want it too, don’t you? Want me to put a baby in you.”

You barely had time to answer before he was inside you — thick, deep, filling you in one smooth thrust. Nanami groaned, forehead pressed to yours, hips already rolling in that steady, relentless rhythm he knew drove you insane.

“Gonna breed you tonight,” he said, each word punctuated by a deep thrust. “Over and over until it takes. Until you’re swollen with my child.” His hand slid down, fingers pressing firmly over your lower belly like he was already claiming the space. “Right here. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you open, and fucked you harder. The headboard thumped against the wall. Every thrust was purposeful, bottoming out, grinding against your cervix like he was trying to push his cum straight into your womb.

Nanami’s usual composure was gone. His tie dangled between you, brushing your skin as he leaned down and growled in your ear.

“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to breed this pretty cunt full.”

When you moaned the words back, he lost it. His pace turned punishing — sharp, deep strokes that made you see stars. One hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise while the other rubbed tight circles over your clit.

“Come for me,” he ordered, voice strained. “Milk me dry. I’m not pulling out.”

You came hard, clenching around him, and Nanami followed with a low, broken groan. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, pulsing thick and hot inside you. He didn’t pull out. Instead he rocked his hips in slow, shallow thrusts, pushing every drop deeper.

“Stay still,” he panted, still hard. “I’m not done. We’re doing this again. And again. Until I’m sure it took.”

He kissed your stomach softly, almost reverent, even as his cock twitched inside you, already getting ready for round two.

“Gonna keep you full every night, sweetheart. You’re going to be such a beautiful mother.”

snarlwater

you’re starting to think NANAMI likes your pussy more than he likes you.

and sure, it’s not like you mind — he’s a generous lover, meticulous even, the way he takes his time down there, always making sure you're trembling by the end of it. but sometimes it feels like he’s making love to your pussy, not to you.

like tonight. his mouth’s been on you for what feels like hours, tongue working you over with slow, purposeful strokes. he’s always been precise, never one to rush through anything, but it’s the way he’s so focused that makes your heart pound. there’s an intensity in his gaze when he looks up at you, like he’s worshiping every slick inch of your core. and every time you try to speak, to say his name, it’s like he’s tuned out everything but the sound of your wetness.

“nanami, i–”

“shushh, my love,” he cuts you off gently, his breath warm against your thighs. “can’t you see how wet she's for me?” his voice is so calm, so assured, like he’s talking about the most obvious thing in the world. and the way he says it — she — makes your face flush, a mix of embarrassment and arousal pooling in your stomach. his hands grip your thighs tighter, pulling you closer, like he’s not done proving his point.

it’s overwhelming, really, the way he devotes himself to you like this. you lose track of time, hips shaking under his touch, your hands fisting the sheets as he works you over, again and again. you can barely think straight, but in the back of your mind, you wonder if maybe, just maybe, nanami is a little too obsessed with your pussy.

but then, when the haze finally clears and you’re both a sweaty, tangled mess, he’s suddenly so soft with you. he presses gentle kisses to your forehead, brushing back strands of hair stuck to your skin. his large hands, still warm from earlier, tenderly wipe down your body with a damp cloth, making sure you’re comfortable. every touch is filled with care, with love, and it’s not just physical — it’s like he’s telling you, without words, how much you mean to him.

you, not just your body.

“are you alright, love?” he asks, his voice quiet, soothing. and there’s that look in his eyes again — steady, reassuring, like he’d drop everything to make sure you’re okay.

“yeah,” you manage to say, feeling a little sheepish now, realizing how silly your earlier thoughts were. the way he holds you close after, arms wrapped around your waist, makes you wonder if it was all just a fleeting thought, maybe something your lust-addled brain conjured up in the heat of the moment.

because there’s no way nanami loves your pussy more than he loves you, right?

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ririsaltar

── .✦ Size Kink . . .

contains: your bf having a size kink :3

warnings: piv, unprotected sex, manhandling, creampie, overstim (?), degradation ( a little bit), size kink, lightly name calling.

it's always been there, the way he likes the way his shirts drown your frame when you steal them, or how he scoops you up like you're weightless – because you are, well compared to him atleast – carrying you around with those massive arms.

he loves it all. reaching high shelves for you or wrapping you in his bulk during movie nights.

but it's the bedroom where that size gap reallly hits him, turning something protective into pure, raw hunger.

tonight, he's got you sprawled out on the sheets, your small body looking even more delicate under his looming shadow. he positions you just right, one of your legs hooked over his broad shoulder, opening you up wide. his cock, thick and heavy, presses against your entrance, already making your pussy clench in anticipation.

he pushes in real slow, just to watch the way your face twists as your tight walls part around his girth. ‘'fuck, you're so small.'’ he mutters, voice gravelly, eyes locked on where you're joined. inch by inch, he fills you, your body straining to take him, pussy fluttering wildly. you gasp, hands scrabbling at his chest. “shit–’s too big!”

but he doesn't stop. can't stop. his hips roll forward until he's buried deep. he groans, one huge hand sliding to your stomach, pressing down to feel himself inside you. ‘'feel that? that's all me, splitting this little pussy open.’' the pressure makes you whine, tears welling up in our eyes even as you get all dazy and squirmy.

he starts thrusting then, rough snaps of his hips that jolt your whole body, his frame covering yours entirely. you're pinned, caged in by his weight, legs trembling as they try to close but can't with his grip holding you splayed. ‘'shh, you can handle it'’ he grunts, fingers bruising your thigh. ‘'look at you, taking my fat cock like a good girl. so fuckin’ tight.'’

your cries fill the room, body quaking under the relentless pace, pussy gushing around him, coating his length in your slick. he watches it all—how your tits bounce, how his veiny shaft disappears into your puffy folds, stretching you to your limits. it drives him wild, that contrast, your fragile form stuffed full, juices leaking down to your ass as he pounds even harder.

his other hand wraps around your waist, spanning it easily, thumbs nearly touching at your spine. ‘’gonna breed this tiny hole’' he growls, thrusts turning sloppy as your walls clamp down, pulling him deeper. you can’t even say anything, too cock-drunk and out of it to even think of anything but his cock.

when you finally shatter, orgasm ripping through you, your pussy milks him desperately, and he follows with a low groan, flooding you with thick ropes of cum until it spills out. he stays there, panting, admiring the mess, your body limp and twitching beneath his massive one. he reaches out, brushing your hair out of your face with one hand, a smug and proud – feral – grin on his face.

“bred my pretty lil’ dolly, eh?”

you can’t even retort. all you manage out is a whine and he laughs, all satisfied and cocky.

size kink? hell yeah, he's hooked.

taglist: @raevyng @coastalcowgirlie @bonjourjiminie @kelbrave @skankhvnt42 @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @harrrrystylesslut @raf3cam3r0n

divider by @uzmacchiato <3

💌: there's just something about a man who's bigger than me.....

blood-jellies

✦ 𖤐 ✦

freak

teasing ur old man!bf nanami at dinner until he punishes you <3

warnings: smut - mdni, creampie, rough sex, bondage, belt spanking, spanking, dom nanami, sub reader, using nanami's tie for bondage, orgasm denial

it was a big deal to your friends and family when you said you finally got a boyfriend and introduced them to a man in his late 30s - a stoic workaholic who seems perpetually tired.

your girls asked why you were wasting time on someone like that. you heard the comments. 'he seems so boring!' 'oh he's gotta be vanilla…'

little do they know, though, nanami is so far from boring or vanilla.

fushiguromoon0

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥!𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴

𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘷, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹 (𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹

It was that night.

Not the first. But the first where you truly felt there was nothing left to hide. No shame, no should I, no lingering doubts. There was only you two — sweaty, starved for each other, your hearts beating in one frantic rhythm.

Nanami lay beneath you, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, lips parted. He looked at you like he couldn’t quite believe you were real. That you were the one above him — hair a mess, breasts rising and falling, breath hot and heavy against his throat.

You whispered sweet nothings into his ear, leaning down to catch his lower lip between your teeth.

He shivered.

You kissed him deeper, more confidently. You felt his hands tighten your my hips like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to hold you still or pull you further into him. Your body moved deliberately, sliding against him, feeling him grow even harder beneath the thin fabric. He was hot. Solid. Ready.

„Fuck… Y/N,” he groaned, as if your name was a spell he was destined to repeat in ecstasy.

Your fingers slid down his stomach, feeling the tension in every muscle under his skin. He was beautiful. Every inch of him reacted to you like music under a violinist’s touch. Your hand moved lower, over the fabric of his boxers, until you felt him — heavy, throbbing beneath you. Nanami let out a ragged breath, his hips lifting toward your touch unconsciously.

You smiled. And then you slid your hand beneath the fabric.

He was hard, hot, and impossibly smooth. Nanami cursed softly — incoherently — his eyes wide with something between awe and disbelief. You wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly at first, then with a little more certainty. You watched his breathing quicken, his eyes flutter closed, his whole body responding to your rhythm.

„I want you…” he murmured. „I want you so damn much.”

„Just a little longer,” you whispered, and slid down his body.

You kissed your way down his chest, then his stomach. When you reached his hips, you caught the waistband with your teeth. His hands twisted in the sheets. You tugged his boxers down slowly, savoring every second, until he was exposed — beautiful, hard, entirely yours.

You took him in your hand again, then your mouth, slow and intentional. Nanami let out a strangled growl, his head falling back, hips twitching, though he held himself still for you. You licked, kissed, teased him with your tongue from base to tip, until he trembled with every movement. You loved it. The way you could give him pleasure. The way, in that moment, he was only yours.

„Stop Y/N fuck, or I’ll—” he rasped. „If you keep going…”

You smiled with him still in your mouth, then climbed back up his body, feeling him rub against your thighs — wet, hot, ready. You were soaked already. Your whole body pulsed. You ached for him.

„I want you inside me,” you whispered in his ear.

„Fuck… yes.”

You sank down on him slowly, guiding him into you. You felt him stretch you open, inch by inch, muscles tightening around him — but there was no pain. Only tension. Blissful, electric tension. You took him in, completely, until he was buried deep.

You both froze like that, him inside you, you above him.

His hands cupped your breasts, harshly squeezing, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they stiffened. You moved my hips. Slowly. Again. And again. Until rhythm took over. Your bodies met with soft, wet sounds, your name tangled with his breath, your moans echoing in your ears like distant thunder.

You were close.

Every part of you tightened. His hands slid to your ass, helping you move faster, harder. You melted into one hot, endless wave. You felt everything twist into a single, perfect point.

„Kento…” you breathed. „Don’t stop…”

With every movement, it became harder to catch your breath. Nanami was thrusting up to meet you, deeper, harder. Your bodies collided with wet, rhythmic sounds, and you were so close. So damn close.

His fingers found your clit and began to circle it in time with the motion of your hips. Your nails dug into his shoulders.

„Don’t stop… don’t—” you moaned, feeling the wave building fast, unstoppable.

Nanami growled deeply, but then his hands gripped your hips firmly, and he propped himself up on his elbows.

„Wait, love… just for a second,” he said through gritted teeth, like every second without moving was a battle against instinct.

You blinked, surprised, panting. „What is it?”

„I want to see you. All of you. And… make sure you’re okay. That it’s not hurting…” His gaze held more than just lust — it was laced with tenderness, concern, like he was touching something sacred.

You smiled despite the trembling in your thighs. You leaned down and kissed him softly.

„I’m okay. It’s perfect. But… if you want to—”

You didn’t need to finish. Kento shifted carefully, helping you slide off his lap, and gently turned you onto your back. He settled between your thighs, bracing himself on his forearms. His hands found your face again — his thumb tracing over your cheek as if making sure you were really there, really his.

„Tell me if anything feels wrong,” he whispered.

You could only nod, breathless. „Yes.”

Then he pushed back inside you — deeply, with one smooth, fluid thrust. Your whole body responded — your arms tightened around him, your hips lifted toward him. He was in you, over you, completely — his hair brushing your cheek, his breath mingling with yours.

„Gosh…” he breathed, moving slowly, reverently. „You’re so beautiful…”

With every thrust, you got closer. You could feel yourself tightening around him, your body recognizing only one name, one shape, one rhythm — his.

Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist. Your nails bit into his back again, but he didn’t stop. He kissed you — your lips, your neck, your collarbone — between movements, as if he wanted to mark you from the inside out.

„Now… Kento… I—”

„I know. Together.” His forehead pressed to yours. „I want to with you…”

And then it hit. The wave crashing from somewhere deep inside. Your body broke open beneath him — you screamed his name, trembling, pulsing around him, and he thrust once more, deeply, hanging there on the edge.

His moan was low, rough, broken. His whole body went taut, then shook with mine. You felt him release inside you — giving me everything.

„I love you,” he said then. So simply. So naturally. As if it was the last truth that needed to be spoken.

And you knew that whatever was between you two… Was only just beginning.

k1ttkattt

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81405296

| Nanami Kento x Reader |

“Tell me if I should stop.” He said in a tone that you’ve never heard before. “…don’t stop.” You said in almost a whisper. He tied his tie around your eyes. The world went dark except for the warmth around you, his presence. Your body tensed, and you could hear him walk back around the couch toward you. He was now standing in front of you. Your breath caught. Not being able to see him made your senses heighten slightly; your whole body was on edge. His hand held your chin. Lifting your head towards him. His hand slid slowly down to your cheek, holding your face. It stayed there for a second before moving back down. You felt the floor shift and him moving, then a slight thud on the floor. He was kneeling. His hands were on your knees, and he rested between them. Your heart was racing, and your hands on either side of you gripped the edge of the couch slightly. He slowly slid his hands down your leg, then back up to your thighs. He let out a shaky breath before he moved his hands slowly under your skirt and up your upper thighs. He slowly pulled up your skirt. “I need to know…. you're sure.” A tiny pause between the question, like he’s swallowing the rest of his urge. “Yes”.

He gripped your thighs, his warmth seeping through the tights you had on. Good thing you wore your fav panties tonight. He pushed you gently back onto the couch, your back hitting a pillow that supported you as you rested on your elbows. He pushes your legs open gently, then starts leaving gentle kisses up your thigh. A slight gasp left you as he got closer to your lips; you felt your panties soaked. You felt him smirk under your skin. He kissed your inner thigh slowly, leaving behind marks. Then he left a small kiss on your pussy through your panties. You gasped, making your fingers grip the pillow around you. He let out a soft huff, almost a laugh. His breath against you sent a sensation deep into you. He started kissing your pussy, slowly and controlled. You started arching into it, but then, he stopped. It caught you slightly off guard. Then his hands were on your thighs again, he slid them up and gripped the top of your tights, then pulled them off. He opened your legs again and started kissing your cunt slowly through your panties. You were starting to get impatient; your body started to arch into him. You moved your hands down toward your thong, trying to take it off. You wanted to feel him raw. He stopped you, holding your wrist. “No,” he said, his tone was just as hungry as you. You heard metal against metal, sort of a click noise, then the sliding of something against fabric. He took off his belt. Still holding your wrist, he tied the leather belt around your hands. You felt him move closer to you after he released his grip on you. He moved your thong with his fingers and started kissing your wet pussy. You let out a quiet moan. “You're intoxicating,” he said between breaths. You felt his tongue slide between your folds. He ran his tongue against your clit. “Fuck...” you said breathlessly. Your body arching into him, craving him deeper. His tongue moved down into your hole, and he slowly slid in. You let out another moan. His finger circled your clit while holding your thong out of the way. You moved your hips against him. His pace quickened. You were close. His finger sped up. “Nanami…” you said in a quiet moan as you came. You felt his tongue lick up your mess, then a swallow. Your breathing was heavy, and so was his. His hand was on your forehead, and he slid the tie off you. His face was flushed with a light shade of red, and his mouth was smothered in your cum. You felt your face red, embarrassed, his intense gaze burning into you as reality came back. You tried to move, but with your hands still tied, it was difficult. “Careful,” he said as he reached for the belt around your wrists. He unbuckled it carefully, and he rubbed your wrists after, making sure it wasn’t too tight on you. He wiped his face with his blue handkerchief. You glanced down, seeing his big bulge outlined through his pants. “I can… help.” You hesitated. “There's no need,” he answered quicker than expected.

mintmatcha

love it when dry humping turns into rubbing his cock against your bare pussy turns into just the tip turns into just a couple strokes turns into the hardest fuck you've ever had

its-luna-noel

18+ nanami x vocal reader w/ a voice kink ♡ smut

i think nanami is used to being pretty quiet in bed. he doesn’t want to sound like a caveman when he’s blowing your back out, you know?

but when he starts dating you… well, you have a voice kink, and quiet just won’t work for you.

you breathe his name in his ear, you beg for more when he pulls back, you cry out with your head thrown back when he makes you cum. and his ears blush pinker at the tips the louder you are.

one night, when he’s been gone for a mission for nearly a week and came back and literally fell to his knees for you, his hands gripping your thighs as he stinks inside, you don’t even realize you’re moaning as he stretches you out.

“shh, baby,” he whispers, his breath hitching as you clench around him. “don’t wanna wake the neighbors.”

“s-sorry,” you whisper back breathlessly. “j-just— feels so good— don’t i make you feel good ken?”

he lets out a little chuckle, tucking his head in the crook of your neck as he starts slowly thrusting, pausing at the end so the tip of his thick cock can grind against your g-spot before he pulls back again. “of course you do, sweetheart. isn’t it obvious?”

you pout a little, though the expression is interrupted twice as your lips drop open in pleasure. “no it — nghh — it’s not. you don’t even moan when you’re inside me.” and despite the playful tone, there’s a slight edge of true hurt and insecurity.

he pulls back to look at you, hazel eyes searching your face and watching your expression start to crumple as pleasure starts to burn hotter inside you. “you really think i don’t enjoy this?”

“n-no, but—“

he cuts you off, leaning in until his lips are pressed right against your ear. the low sound of his voice, his breath on your back, his body on top of yours as he continues fucking you; it all makes you gasp, arching up into him. “you need me to make noise? need me to tell you how much i love this pussy, hm? how good it feels when you grip me —haa — that tightly?”

and for the very first time, nanami lets his moans fall from his lips right in your ear.

it’s insanely erotic, his voice only meant for you as he spills all the dirty thoughts he had of you while he was gone. how he couldn’t wait to stuff you full. how he’s going to wake you with his mouth in the morning just to have the taste on his tongue.

and as his pleasure crests like a wave, his voice pitches to a low rasp, his moans gravelly, almost pained as he fights off his impending orgasm.

“this cock is yours, baby,” he pants in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “you’ve earned it.”

you stare up at him in awe, and when he cums, his voice, breathless with pleasure as he moans sends you over the edge as well.

a/n: if he moaned in my ear i would not rest until i merged with him like a symbiote. like he would never escape me.

thanks for reading! -luna xx | masterlist

kashun

━━━ LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU.

𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ you slowly take control of a blindfolded and tied up nanami, teasing and overstimulating him until he completely falls apart in your hands.

✿ ◞◟) nanami kento 𝓍 gn!reader

𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, submissive!nanami, heavy overstimulation, multiples orgasms, nanami is tied up & blindfolded, praise kink implied, handjob, orgasm control, blowjob, nanami is a trembling & whimpering mess, sensory deprivation, lots of begging.

the very first thing you notice is the way nanami’s breath catches — just a tiny hitch, barely there — when the silk of the blindfold settles over his eyes.

nanami kento, who is always so composed, so steady, so good, lies beneath you with his wrists bound to the headboard with the soft cotton rope you'd picked up weeks ago for exactly this purpose. he'd raised an eyebrow when you'd shown him, that familiar flicker of amusement in his tired eyes, and said, 'planning something, are we?' you'd just smiled and tucked the rope away, letting the anticipation build.

now, the anticipation is paying off.

nanami is completely stretched out on your shared bed, shirt discarded somewhere on the floor, chest rising and falling with breaths that are already coming a little faster than usual. the blindfold is a deep charcoal grey, soft against his skin, and it does something to him — you can tell.

without his sight, nanami’s other senses are scrambling to compensate. every tiny shift of the mattress, every brush of your fingers, every exhale of your breath against his skin makes him tense and relax in quick succession.

"you're beautiful like this," you murmur, and you watch the way his jaw tightens, a muscle jumping near his ear.

dickerystuf-art

Nanami after date night: “Let me carry you to bed. I wanna take my time…”

eqlipze

18+ Brat taming with Nanami

Contains: 18+ content, MDNI, rough sex, squirt, dom!nanami, sub!reader, slight bdsm dynamic, slight vulgar language, multiple orgasms (you’ve been warned.)

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ✦ . 　⁺ 　

Nanami loosened his tie, rolling up his sleeves in the process of bending you over against his desk. Your chest pressed against the wooden table, both of your hands sprawled out, elbows stabilizing your weight.

A slight tug on the leash sent the collar around your neck to move along with the males firm grip. Thighs pushed apart by his knee between your legs. You felt his breath against your cheek, excitement rose from inside you, purposefully grinding your ass against his thigh.

A firm slap against your ass shot a jolting sensation of pleasure inside you.

“You’re gonna write me a full apology letter. Front and back.”

You look down at the empty sheet of paper and pen in front of you. With trembling hands you managed to grip the pen in the palm of your hand. Nanami’s hand pressed between your inner thigh, his fingers firm but gently caressed your clothed pussy. Your panties were damp. Rocking your hips slightly against his fingers, only to receive another harsh slap on your ass.

Nanami cooed against your ear. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to teach you another lesson. You tried to embarrass him in front of his colleagues, his students. It’s only right for him to tame you as a punishment, whether you liked it or not. Clearly, he knew you weren’t expecting this as a punishment. Usually he’d fuck you stupid, make you swallow his cock whole till you couldn’t breathe. But this time, he calculated the precise steps he’d take to teach you to obey him.

And you were nervous. Trembling shitless like a leaf against his burning touch. You didn’t mean to overstep with the jokes and comments you made about him to his colleagues. The bottom of your lip quivered, tip of the pen leaking ink through the page.

“Start writing.”

A loud yelp escaped from you, hearing a loud buzzing sound from the vibrator that was pressed against your sensitive clit. Your thighs trembled against the desk, eyes rolled back into your skull. With a firm grip Nanami tugged at the leash, signaling for you to start your letter.

“K-Kento-“ You cried out, earning yet another slap across your reddened ass. You were only dressed in your panties, your skirt and shirt had been scattered across the room somewhere.

“The amount of grammatical errors equals a restart. If you cum before finishing your letter, that equals a restart.”

Nanami purposefully pressed the vibrator down on your clit, unbuckling his belt with his other hand. You immediately started writing, feeling yourself closer towards the edge. The heat in your core wouldn’t stop, the shakes in your thighs continued, sweat trickled down your temple.

His fingers looped around the band of your panties, pulling it down to your thighs. The vibrator continued to press firmly against your clit. His cock rubbed against your entrance. Your breath hitched, the wetness of your folds against the tip of his cock. You were gonna cum.

“A-ah! W-wait—“ you moaned. “K-Kento! Fuck!”

Your head was pushed onto the desk, pen and paper flew from your grip hitting the ground in the process. His cock slipped inside you from behind. He planted small kisses onto the nape of your neck, the tightness of your pussy clung onto his cock as he thrusted in and out of you. Slow, deep, brutal thrusts sent your eyes to roll back in your skull.

Fuck the letter.

“Go ahead. Come on my cock, filthy slut.”

Wetness trickled down your thighs. Your pussy continued to milk his cock. You were coming. Thighs clasped together as more liquid ran down your legs.

“Ahh.. There it issss,” He groaned, circling the vibrator around your clit, squirt gushed out your pussy, moans and cries left your lips. You couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop cumming on his cock. Your walls squeezed and pulsated on his cock. Drool along with your tears dripped down your neck and on your tits. He continued to fuck you stupid, each thrust of his only became more brutal, more rough, more harsh, making you tip over the edge over and over again.

“Gon’ keep fuckin’ you till you finish that letter, baby.”

sweettnemesis

I want to suck the soul out of this tired man

polaroidsex

ᓚᘏ𑄝 nanami hates when you push on his hips slightly cause of the overstimulation he’s fucking you into . .

nanami’s already so deep when it starts getting too much for you.

his cock’s thick and hot, stretching you open with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips, and you’re shaking underneath him, thighs trembling, breath hitching into little broken sobs. he’s been fucking you steady for what feels like forever, patient, controlled, whispering soft praises against your temple even while he’s splitting you apart.

but the second your hands slip down to his hips and push—just a tiny, desperate nudge to get a break from how intense it feels—he freezes.

his whole body locks up.

then that low, dangerous voice right against your ear.

“hah… fuck.” he exhales hard through his nose. “where do you think you’re going?”

before you can even stammer out an answer his weight drops.

full. heavy and pinning. chest crushing your tits flat to the mattress, thick arms caging your head, forearms bracketing your face so you can’t turn away. his hips snap forward harder than before, burying every last inch so deep your eyes roll and your mouth falls open on a silent scream.

“you don’t get to run from this,” he murmurs, voice rougher now, still soft in that awful, loving way that makes your cunt flutter around him. “you take it. all of it.”

one big hand slides up, covers your mouth completely. palm warm, fingers splayed wide so your muffled whimpers vibrate right into his skin. he doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t hurt—just holds. keeps every needy little sound locked behind his hand while he starts fucking you in long, punishing strokes.

the wet slap of his hips meeting your ass fills the room. loud. obscene. you can feel how soaked you are, how your slick’s dripping down your thighs, coating his balls every time he bottoms out.

his other hand snakes between your bodies.

two fingers find your clit immediately: swollen, oversensitive, throbbing and he doesn’t tease you, just rubs firm, tight circles.

your man is mean.

your whole body jerks under him, back arching uselessly because there’s nowhere to go. he’s too heavy, too deep, too everywhere. the overstimulation hits like a freight train and you’re crying into his palm, tears slipping down your temples, thighs trying to snap shut but his knees keep you spread wide.

“there she is,” he breathes against your cheek. “that’s it. let it happen.”

he grinds in deep, pubic bone crushing right against your clit while his fingers keep working merciless little circles. your cunt clamps down so hard he groans—low, wrecked—and his rhythm stutters for half a second before he fucks you even harder.

“gonna cum again for me?” his voice is velvet dragged over gravel. “even though it’s too much? even though you’re shaking?”

you can only sob into his hand. nod frantically. thighs quivering, toes curling, whole body wound so tight you think you might break.

he presses his forehead to yours. eyes dark, pupils blown. watching every twitch of your face while he ruins you.

“good girl,” he whispers. “cum on my cock. soak me. make a fucking mess.”

his fingers speed up. relentless, and you do.

you shatter so hard your vision whites out, back bowing, cunt spasming violently around his length while you scream into his palm. he doesn’t stop fucking you through it—keeps that same brutal pace, drawing it out until you’re limp and twitching and drooling against his hand.

only then does he finally slow.

still buried to the hilt.

still heavy on top of you.

he lifts his palm just enough to let you gasp wet, shaky breaths.

then he kisses the corner of your mouth, soft and almost tender.

“you’re not going anywhere,” he murmurs. “not until i say so.”

and he rolls his hips again—just once. slow and deep.

making sure you feel every inch.

just to remind you who’s in charge.

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mdni. nanami eating you out in your sleep.

nanami wakes before dawn, the room still dark except for the faint silver leaking through the curtains. you’re curled on your side, breathing slow and deep, one leg hooked over the sheet, the thin cotton of your sleep shirt ridden up to bare the curve of your hip and the soft swell between your thighs.

he watches for a long moment—always careful, always measuring—then shifts down the mattress without sound.

the first touch is his breath, warm against your inner thigh. you don’t stir. he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss there, then another higher, until his lips brush the seam where leg meets core. your scent is sleep-soft, faintly sweet; it makes his mouth water.

his tongue parts you gently, flat and broad, one long lick from entrance to clit. you twitch, a small sound caught in your throat, still dreaming. he does it again—slower—circling your clit with the tip of his tongue, then dipping lower to taste deeper.

your hips shift, instinctive, seeking.

he eases one finger inside while his mouth stays latched—slow, patient, letting your body yield around the intrusion. you’re warm, slick already from whatever dream held you. he curls the digit, stroking that spot he knows by heart, while his tongue flicks steady circles over your clit.

a sleepy whimper escapes you. your hand finds his hair, pulling slightly. “kento…?” voice thick, slurred with sleep.

he hums against you, the vibration pulling another soft sound from your chest. a second finger joins the first, stretching you open with the same deliberate care he gives everything. he licks harder now, sucking gently, coaxing you higher while his fingers pump in slow, deep strokes.

your thighs tremble, breath hitching. he doesn’t rush. he never does. when you come it’s quiet—back arching off the pillow, a broken moan muffled into your own arm, walls fluttering around his knuckles as slick coats his tongue.

after, he kisses your mound once, then crawls back up to pull you against his chest. “good morning,” he murmurs into your hair. you’re still half-asleep, smiling against his collarbone.

satorupuff

Kento loses it when he's inside you

Your husband has you folded in half beneath him, your knees spread apart in a mean mating press. He was practically caging you in with his bigger body. His thrust were deep—heavy

it was driving you crazy.

You couldn't help it—your body couldn't contain the shameful cries that left your lips. "Fuckk..ken-ahh—you're so deep" You whimpered, earning a groan from him. Kento wasn't usually this rough—or mean for that matter, during sex.

Today was different. He was thrusting in to you with need—like he had something to prove. Kento's thoughts were all over the place..he could only imagine how gorgeous you'd look with fuller breasts and a round belly. You'd been such an amazing mother.

he couldn't think straight anymore, not when your pussy fluttered around his cock like that.like his cock belonged to you, as if you needed him

"Sweetheart, you feel so good.."with those words, he pulled up slowly, making sure to drag himself against your soft walls. He came back down with a hard slam, his balls slapping against your skin.—the sound echoing through the walls.

"mmmhh—kennn come inside..please!" You huffed and your husband nearly froze. He could've sworn his ears were deceiving him. His hips stuttered against you as he pressed a steady kiss against your lips.

"Tell me to pull out—" he groaned against your neck softly, in contrast to where both your bodies met. You looked up at him with that fucked out look in your eyes and he knew it was over.

"No, please ken—I need it. 'need you" you whispered and your husband lost it completely.

A/N :guess whos back😌🥰 I finished rewatching aot and I'm in shambles

sweettnemesis

Trapped Nanami X Reader

Summary: Nanami is the CEO of a major technology company. He is also your sugar daddy. You are an ambitious woman with only one goal: trap your sugar daddy with a baby.

Warnings: Toxic relationship dynamics, Emotional manipulation, Explicit sexual content, Reproductive coercion (pregnancy trapping), Reader is not a good person.

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Nanami was fucking you.

It wasn't exactly comfortable, you were leaning over the sink in the bathroom of some fancy restaurant while he penetrated you from behind. Your leg was aching, he had lifted one of them to get better access to your pussy. You couldn't deny that this man was incredible in bed, from when he penetrated you slowly to when he thrust hard and sloppy like he was doing now, he always made you see stars.

Your moans weren't faked. Not at all.

Especially since you managed to get him to fuck you without a condom.

It wasn't that difficult, actually, you had been teasing him since the moment you got in the car to come to the restaurant. When you arrived, all you had to do was get Nanami to drink a few glasses of wine and continue with your teasing until he dragged you to the bathroom and lifted your skirt.

You looked at him through the mirror and moaned loudly, then smiled as he pulled your hair, tilting your head back so he could cover your mouth.

"Shhh... do you want everyone outside to hear you moaning like a slut on my cock?" He asks in a husky voice in your ear. You nod, driving him wild. "Damn, what a naughty girl."

He speeds up his movements and you have to hold onto the sink to keep your legs from giving way and you falling to the floor, even knowing he wouldn't allow it. His cock goes in and out of you quickly, causing a delicious friction that makes your eyes roll back. You continue to moan against his hand; if he weren't silencing you, you'd definitely scream for the whole restaurant to hear.

"Fuck, what a tight pussy. So fucking good." Nanami grunts and pushes your back down, making you practically lie on the sink and bend further towards him.

The new position allowed his cock to go even deeper inside your pussy, you couldn't take it anymore. Your orgasm came strong and you came all over his cock, your moans muffled by his hand. You squeezed him so hard during this that Nanami's climax came soon after, with him groaning hoarsely and...

He pulls his cock out.

He cums on your thighs.

Fuck!

No. No. No. No.

"What did you do?" you say quietly, your voice hoarse after your activities, your expression unreadable.

"Sorry, love, I had to make a bit of a mess," he says, quickly grabbing some toilet paper from the bathroom to clean your thighs. "Let’s go home and I’ll give you an amazing bath, I promise."

You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. But instead, you just smiled at him. The smile came out strange, but Nanami probably assumed it was because of your post-sex exhaustion.

Nanami guided you out of the restaurant bathroom while calling someone. Later, he explained that he was calling his driver to pick you both up because he had been drinking and wasn’t in any condition to drive.

You wanted to tell him to go to hell. You wanted to hit him and say you didn’t care, but instead you just nodded and stayed as you were supposed to be: standing pretty beside him.

"Are you okay, dear?" Nanami asks, and you simply nod silently. "Are you sure? Was I too rough with you?"

You just shake your head. "No, you know I like it."

Nanami doesn’t look fully convinced but decides not to insist since the car had already arrived. The ride back to his place is quiet. He stayed silent with his hand pressed to his forehead, probably suffering from the consequences of all the wine he had drunk. You couldn’t care less. Someone else should suffer with you too.

As soon as you arrive at the apartment, you head straight to the bathroom in long strides, but Nanami’s voice interrupts your walk.

"I promised to help you, dear, I can—"

"No." You interrupt him, then offer a reassuring smile when you realize you sounded too rude. "It’s okay, really. I’d rather shower alone and take the chance to do some skincare."

"Dear, please." His hand gently grips your shoulder, stopping you from entering the bathroom. "Did I do something wrong? Was it because I called you a slut earlier in the bathroom? You know it was just in the heat of the moment, right?"

You sigh and look at him while suppressing every feeling of anger and frustration.

"No, love. You know I like that. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just drank too much wine and I have a headache. Don’t worry."

Kento nods at you and throws himself onto the couch, removing his tie. You head to the bathroom and lock the door again. Everything was irritating you at that moment, so without patience, you rub your makeup off dry with your hand. Your face turns into a mess, and you grow even more irritated.

You had failed. Again. And you had been so close to getting what you wanted.

You muffle a scream by biting your hand and throw the first thing you see across the room. The crying comes. Tears stream endlessly down your face. You cried out of hatred. In a fit of rage, one of Nanami’s expensive perfumes is thrown hard against the wall and shatters on the floor. Only a few seconds later, Kento calls your name from outside the bathroom.

"What’s going on in there?" His voice carries concern.

"I’m fine, I just dropped something. I’m sorry!" You make a huge effort to make your voice sound innocent.

"It’s okay," he simply replies, and you thank the heavens when he leaves you alone.

God, how pathetic. You couldn’t do anything right. You wonder what your mother would think. Throughout the miserable childhood you lived under her care, she constantly reminded you of what you would have to do.

"I didn’t raise a stupid daughter. You’re going to find a rich man, a very rich man. And once you have him, you’ll get pregnant quickly. Have as many children as necessary to trap that man. I trust you to do it."

It shouldn’t be like the men she slept with for a few coins. No, she always said you would be different. She placed huge expectations on you. Well, you had already found your rich man, had already wrapped him around your finger. But almost a year had passed since you started dating him and your goal still hadn’t been accomplished. You still weren’t pregnant. If your mother were alive, she would have called you a failure and slapped your face so you would learn.

But she wasn’t here. Even so, you needed to act as if she were. Your plans hadn’t changed and never would.

After some breathing exercises, you managed to calm down. You calmed yourself and took your shower, choosing to spend long minutes in the bathroom to relax and return to Kento as if nothing had happened. You left as if everything were normal and walked to Nanami’s bedroom, finding him there. He was already bathed and almost asleep in bed. You joined him and lay beside him. The man quickly recognized your presence and pulled you closer, hugging you tightly against him.

"Good night," he whispers in your ear.

"Good night," you answer softly.

You fall asleep thinking about how your body would look when you were finally carrying Nanami’s baby.

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"I have a surprise for you," Nanami says when he arrives home the next day. He had left for work before you even woke up, which you appreciated since it allowed you to indulge in all the bad mood you wanted and mourn last night’s failure during the morning.

You lift your gaze from your phone and ask, "What is it?" For the first time that day, you feel excited at the idea of receiving a gift. Your phone is tossed carelessly onto the couch as you approach him… and the box he was holding.

Nanami simply smiles and places the box on the floor, then gestures toward it.

"It’s all yours. Go ahead and open it."

You quickly open the box. When you see what’s inside, you break into a wide smile.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" you exclaim excitedly as you pick up the white ball of fur inside the box. "Oh my fucking god!"

The cat in your hands meows at you. She is still small, a kitten. A kitten that already has her claws, because she tries to scratch you when you squeeze her too tightly.

"I’m sorry, my love…" you stroke her head. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"It’s a girl," Nanami answers, and you let out a small squeal of happiness.

"My daughter, ah, how beautiful. I’m going to spoil you so much." You place several kisses on the kitten, who keeps complaining until she calms down when you hold her against your chest. "Can we go buy things for her? Now?" you say, already grabbing your coat.

Nanami just laughs and nods as he goes to get the car keys. "Don’t you want to give her a name first?"

"Give her a name? Of course she already has a name!" You press the elevator button. "Her name is Barbie," you say as if it were obvious.

"And when, during the five minutes you’ve known her, did you decide that?"

"Just now." You shrug. "My Barbie Girl!" Then you remember you still hadn’t thanked Kento for the gift. "Thank you, Ken, I loved it." You offer him your best smile and place a kiss on his cheek.

"You don’t need to thank me, dear. I hope you forgive me for drinking too much last night," he comments sincerely.

Oh, so that was why he thought you were upset with him? Great.

"It’s okay, I overdid it too. I was already in a bad mood, none of it was your fault." Your attention had already shifted back to the kitten in your lap.

"Thank you, dear," he says, pulling you out of the elevator.

At that moment, you were happy.

Well, for now.

Your true happiness would only come when Nanami gave you the gift you were truly waiting for.

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