PERFECT LOVER:The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin
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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.
Author's Note 1.: HI HI I HAVENT PROOF READ AND AM NOT SURE HOW TO FEEL BUT HERE YALL GO, LOVES AND KISSED ANY MISTAKES WILL BE FIXED AND EDITED TOMMOROWW SOOOOOORRYYYY!!!
"Inside." Is all you said to his question. You were borderline panting for him. His shirt was open wide, only being held together by a single button, but it's not like it was holding anything together.
"I'm going to need you to be a lot more specific than that, Y/N," Nanami said, staring you down as he undid the final button and threw his shirt to the side. His hands then moved to his pants, pulling the zipper down slowly, drinking in your lustful expression.
"I want you inside of me. I don't care how."
"If you aren't going to give me clear instructions, you could at least have some form of manners as you beg."
"I am not begging, I am telling."
"That's not what it looks like to me." Kent zipped his pants back up, taking his belt in one hand, your arm in the other.
He pulled you into his room slowly as if he enjoyed your growing impatience.
Once in his room, he sat you down on his bed, spreading your legs with his knee and then situating himself in between your thighs.
Where he stood, he left your face directly in line with his dick, which was semi-hard, a faint impression being mad in his black pants.
Looking up, you met his gaze. He was smirking at you and your noticeable drooling over his cock.
"What should I do with you?" Even with his stoic face, you could tell he was asking genuinely; he wanted to know what you wanted and how to give it to you. Even with jealousy in the back of his mind, your pleasure was at the very front.
"I want you to let it out."
"Let what out, sweetheart?" His right hand cupped your face, and the left was balled into a fist wrapped around his leather belt.
"You are still upset about Toji." You watched as his jaw clenched and then released, "Do what you want."
"What I want is for you never to say his name, not in my bed, not in front of me, not ever." His grip on your chin got a little rougher before letting you go completely. "What I want is to have you begging", he then got to his knees. "I want a lot of things from you. So so many things that I can't even begin to list. I want things from you that I can't ever dream of asking because I respect you too much." His grip on your thighs was so tight it was painful; his face was still inches from your pussy, and you couldn't breathe. Afraid that if you did, he would pull away and not dare to go back.
You were panting in anticipation like a bitch in heat, and he relished it, staring down at the dark patch in your panties from how wet you were.
"Kento," you pleaded. "Please."
“Come on, you can beg better than that.” He said, watching as you fought against the restraints.
“Please. I’m sorry, please fuck me, Kento.”
He let out a breath, and you couldn't quite read what he was thinking.
"Back up." He nodded his head to his bed frame suddenly, and all you could do was listen; something dark within his eyes told you everything you needed to know.
As soon as your head was right under the bed frame, he had your hands held tightly together above your head by the leather belt he had once wrapped around his waist.
Stuck with your hands above your head, Nanami relished in the way you writhed under his gentle touch.
Over and over, he rubbed his hands up and down your body. It was suffocating the way he played with you. From your collarbone to your belly button, over and over, his fingers caressed.
"You know I am not mad at you." He said suddenly, hands still going over your skin, "In fact, I'm proud, even with another man, your lips can't help but utter my name, it's cute. I like it."
You felt heat rush to your face, yet you weren't exactly embarrassed, just flustered.
"Oh, I thought you were jealous." You managed to must out.
"Don't get me wrong, I am," he said, hands now pushing further down, reaching to your pussy “, I am very jealous, but some part of me is glad."
"Do you need me that badly?" He asked for a hand, not pinching at your clit. And from the pressure, you couldn't help but let out a loud gasp,
"That's too bad." He said, pulling his hand away and tugging at his cock.
You don't know when he pulled it out of his pants, but there he was, back and forth, squeezing it in a rhythmic motion.
"What, Y/N? Feeling annoyed? Unsatisfied?" He asked in a mocking tone, his face bordering on a laugh as he did so.
Unwrapping his hand from his now leaking cock, he stripped you until you were left in nothing but your panties. For some reason, he saved that for last. Bringing his head down to your belly button, he kissed and kissed until he reached your clothed entrance and nibbled at the fabric, not caring if he snagged your clit in the process.
He brought his now fully hard cock to your cunt, watching the way it clenched around air, before tapping at your entrance.
As if asking for permission…
Kento let out a shaky breath, and for a moment, it felt like the world stopped. It was just you and him in a room of complete silence, and when you met eyes with him, a silent conversation, unspoken, but easy to understand,
"Are you sure?" You asked without truly saying,
"Yes." He nodded back, a silent agreement.
And you just moaned, and moaned.
He shuddered with each inch he managed to push into you, watching the way your breath hitched; he almost came from the instinctive clench you made around him.
"Oh God!" You said with a broken whimper,
Kento only grunted, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he took in the feeling of you.
After a beat or two, he returned to reality,
"Fuck, Y/N." He said, head buried into your neck. He pulled out and then pushed in once more, His hand gripping one of your thighs, which wrapped tightly around his waist.
He slowly pulled your legs from his hips and pushed them down, until you were in a mating press. Folded and on display perfectly for him.
Now stuck beneath him, you could only moan and whimper at his every move. If it wasn't his sheer size that had you quickly reaching your peak, then it was his careful movement. Every single flinch or pull was concentrated, thought out. It was like a calculation for him. It was precise, like everything he did, he didn't waste a single motion, even though he did as if trying to savour the moment, have it indented into his mind even. It was too much, and embarrassingly, you found yourself getting lost in his carefulness and letting go. The orgasm that you experienced came out of left field for you and for Kento. Your sudden squeezing has him soon topple over the edge along with you. And none of you bothered to try to get him to pull out. Instead, he fell deeper into you, and all you could do was brace for impact as his cum filled you to the brim, a welcome guest.
Maybe it was because it was all too new for home, or just because both of you were so lost in whatever post cum haze, neither of you bothered to try and attempt a second round. Instead, you stayed exactly where you were, him inside of you and you below him, his cum slowly seeping its way out, clinging to Kento's cock as it did so. You fell asleep, missing his midnight confession, one he whispered as you lay beneath him, pulling you slowly. He watched as your sleeping face squinted at the feeling.
"Some part of me was scared." He said, 'Into your skin,' watching as your chest rose and fell slowly. "I am scared I won't be enough."
"Here? You want me to take you here?“
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