(any char x reader welcome, but my main interests rn are like the lads guys, nanami, rust, aerion/any got characters, higuruma, leon/chris, etc.. ask and find out!!)
thinking about higuruma sending you a video of him unbuckling his belt just to tease you. suggestive drabble, fem!reader.
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It’s a low shot of his abdomen, cropped just below the shoulders so you can’t quite catch the way his expression darkens, the heady look swirling in those tired eyes - just the toned column of his throat and the way he’s tugged the knot of his tie loose. His thighs spread a little as he eases back onto the desk he’s leaning on, the movement indulgent and unrushed. His hands creep into frame equally as slowly, and your eyes are glued to them in an instant - the shine of his cuff links, the veins jumping over his knuckles as thick fingers tease the buckle open nice and slow.
The video is quiet, just the sound of his steady breathing and the gentle clink of the belt, heavy metal against buttery leather. You strain your ears just to catch the way his breath hitches a little when he finally unclasps the button, then comes the teasing whir of the zipper as he drags it down achingly slow, tooth by metal tooth. The entire ordeal is a glorified strip tease - a HR report waiting to happen if the murmur of muffled cold calls in the background is anything to go by.
It cuts off just before the reveal, gifting you nothing but a passing glimpse at the bulge pressing through the dark briefs he has hidden beneath his slacks, and a slip of milky skin where his dress shirt has ridden up with the movement. He sends it alongside a simple text message: ‘I’ll be home in two hours. Show me just how patient my sweet girl can be, okay?’
I love being a loser girl like yesss!!! omg go stay in your bedroom all day and listen to music, watch movies, read fan fiction, ughh this is the life!!
hiii !!! i love your fics, can you possibly make a 'polaroids with nanami' but instead of nanami its toji ??
ello i’m like halfway through writing this and i need to know how freaked out i can make him is there any specific kink i should write in i’m literally finished the non smut part but there’s no way i’m not writing smut i’m sorry
if you're taking requests for rust cohle, i've been thinking about fem!reader whos rusts equally as weird girlfriend or partner or something, and they just match each others freaks. like he brings her to martys and theyre both just like weirding out the family, or she wakes up from a nightmare on their little floor bed and he immediately knows. Maybe its too vague, so don't feel super pressured to do it. thanks if you do!
the fem!reader i always write for rust is definitely her own little character at this point and she is exactly like that, similar but balancing to rust. for sure freaks out marty and maggie a little bit, definitely as blunt as rust but less flat in energy..
i did start a little run in fluff fic where they run into marty and maggie on a date night so here it is ! <3 i’ll also write a wake up fic cause it’s really cute to think abt
drive in : rust cohle x fem!reader 🖤🤍
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synopsis: rust takes you on what was supposed to be a private night out but you run into a couple familiar faces
warnings: none, just fluff. maybe some ooc rust but i have no idea atp, he’s just openly affectionate towards you in front of others but it fits with the relationship i promise (1.3k words or so)
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"you've gotta be kidding me..."
rust sighs heavily as they pull up in one of the very few parking spots left for the theatre. you had begged him to drive up to the city to see this new movie at the drive in, il postino, the postman, some italian movie about pablo neruda.
not that either of you were particularly ever moved by neruda's poetry— or at least, rust believes he wouldn't be if he even read it.
"you didn't tell me, it would have the subtitles down the bottom.. now we gotta listen to them speak something we don't understand.." it's marty. it's undoubtedly rust's coworker, that voice and tone is so distinguishable.
rust lets out a sigh before the woman with the man recognises her husband's partner.
"rust? i can't believe this." maggie's face lights up with a smile as rust raises his hand in greeting.
"hey, marty. maggie." he leans over the wheel. you tilt your head to the side and nudge his elbow, sitting up a bit more.
rust glances to you once before he exhales, ".. this is y/n." he introduces you to the two, gesturing as you wave back.
maggie smiles after a moment of hesitation. "it's lovely to meet you..."
marty seems to frown, ".. now, wait a minute. who're you.. related to him?"
you look at rust. obviously he doesn't mention you, lord almighty.
"we're family friends." you reply, an easy fix. but rust doesn't seem happy about the answer. "you don't have to say that." he says, not minding if the other couple hear.
"family friends?" marty repeats, a little incredulous. he laughs in disbelief.
"she's staying with me for a while. we're old friends." he corrects you, probably trying to not seem strange to the other two.
"and you guys are here to..." marty starts, and maggie rolls her eyes again, clearly restraining herself from scolding her husband about his comments.
"... watch the movie." rust’s eyes flick to the screen which has started playing its very long adverts.
"honestly, marty.. why are you acting so surprised?" you heard maggie murmur to him. "i just didn't expect it. he never mentioned anyone." marty answers her defensively in a lower tone as he raises his hand. you press your lips together, a little speechless at this exchange. not speechless enough.
"if it makes you feel any better, i'm 10 years younger than him."
rust gives you a look, shaking his head. the couple exchange silent glances.
"she's a little dramatic." rust tells them.
marty shrugs, looking at you both, "yeah, well... suits you." he tries to reason as you just smile slightly, your hand on rusts arm as you roll down the other window.
"let's get food. please." you say to rust, closer to his ear. he nods, getting his wallet from his jacket before opening the car door.
you get out first and rust rounds the car to close the door for you, looking down as he holds your arm briefly, leaning closer and saying something in a lower voice.
"i know you're pathological, but they are nice people.." he murmurs. you smile slightly, "i know, i'm sorry... i'll talk to them, i don't mind." you say.
"ya'll getting dinner?" rust asks them. maggie nods and pats marty's shoulder.
"... course." he responds, opening the car door with a quiet grunt.
you wait a second, in your mini shorts, tank top, as maggie comes out in her nice sundress. it's passing sunset, probably 80 degrees still out.
"i love your dress." you tell her as she comes next to you, like testing your sizing together, seeing how well you fit with your 'sister in law'.
"thank you, it's..." she paused, looking at your outfit. she didn't bother telling you the brand (it's jcpenny). "is that pink floyd?" she asked, pointing to your top.
"oh, yeah." you smile, fixing the strap as the four walk up together to the stalls.
you lean against the counter as rust picks out the food, dissecting the different candy on the display, the popcorn and the hot dogs. "it's so hot out." you comment, letting out a sigh.
"what're you after?" rust asks you in that same quieter voice. "maybe popcorn if you share." you reply, pointing to the kind you like.
"i don't believe rust would, share his popcorn." marty laughs roughly through his words.
"i'm not that miserable." he replies. you shrug, "you snatched away that toffee cake from me the other night like i tried to set the plate on fire."
it makes rust smile slightly and shake his head. "you got a sweet tooth, y/n? me too." maggie smiles at the two of you.
"it's severe and expensive." you exhale.
"what made you guys wanna see this movie?" rust asks marty, who huffs out. "i like romantic movies, i just thought it would be nice for date night..." maggie tells you both, and you nod. "me too.. if rust had his way, we would have rented 'heat' from blockbuster... again.." you say.
"why're you making it sound like we always do what i want?" rust looks down at you as he hands cash to the attendant in the stand.
"i'm not.." you laugh slightly, "i love al pacino. i just love these artsy european movies too sometimes..." you joke, and maggie laughs.
"he's the same, marty's ideal night would be kicking back and watching whatever baseball game is on.." maggie smiles, as marty buys them a couple drinks and a bag of popcorn too. rust hands you your cup and a straw.
"hey now, i'm not some kind of a neanderthal." marty tells you both. rust looks between the group, like something is out of place.
"c'mon, let's get back to the car." rust puts his arm over your shoulder, palm squeezing your arm for a split second as you all make your way back to your spaces.
rust gives you the popcorn to hold and puts his drink in the cup holder, pulling down the top roof of your knocked up convertible, definitely nothing he drives to work.
"is that your car?" marty addresses you by name, pointing as he opens the trunk of the car.
"oh, yeah... pretty old now, but perfect for these nights." you nod. "bought it off a guy in houston." you reply. "interesting exchange. yeah.." you smile at rust for a moment, squinting as he exhales and gets back in the drivers seat. "movie's gonna start soon." he reminds you instead, brushing off your comment.
"right... enjoy yourselves." you smile again to the two, polite this time, as you round the car to sit back down in the passengers side.
when you shut the door, rust shifts closer to you, leaning over with those slightly widened eyes as he cracks a can of soda.
"you okay?" you inquire, relaxing back in the seat, fishing out a little handful of popcorn to start with.
"yeah... just surprised to see them here.. threw me off a little.." he murmurs like he's telling you some secret, but he's only quiet to not risk marty and maggie overhearing. he wasn't saying anything.. rude.
".. they seemed really surprised by me, hm?" you tilt your head, nudging his arm. he instead puts it around your shoulder, pulling you to sit closer to him. "don't be mad, but.. i don't like talking about you at work," he says quietly. "i'd rather have you all to myself." he whispers, squeezing your neck under his elbow until you laugh and pull him off.
"you're embarrassed of me, admit it.." you reply quietly, your smile still wide and teasing. he shakes his head,
"what've i got to be embarrassed about? you're... i mean, they like you already. that's your problem..."
"what is it?"
"everyone likes you. you're like me, except..." he starts. you raise an eyebrow, sceptical. "alright, well... i sure do like you..." he rubs your arm, and you turn to plant a kiss on his lips. it surprises him again, before he leans in for something a little more lasting.
he closes his eyes, leaving a mark of his taste on your lips, camels, like always.. his fingertips linger on your neck for a moment.
rust looks back at you, eyes flicking over your face, to your lips as he exhales heavily. “.. you’re crazy to be with me..” he murmurs.
“.. that’s the core of it all.” you smile.
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a/n: tooo short next will be longer rust is out of his scope when hes not alone w reader hehe
warnings : 18+, reader is a freak, Rust is a freak, thinking about cum, psychosexual in nature,
Thinking about Rustin Cohle frequenting the diner where you work. each morning you pour the two detectives coffee as he lights up a marlboro and each morning you look at them from behind the counter.
His partner, Marty, has broad shoulders and a good jaw, and although his blonde hair turns to fog at his temples, his light eyes suggest a prom king once upon a time ago. once upon a time ago when the ashey lines of his face held as tanned wood, when he'd drive fast through the Louisiana summer, and when he'd take home a different girl each night and make them chant his name like a choir did the good book. But before you these mornings, the suburban hew whittles away at his hairline. these mornings you see how each chipping day forces into his skull a passive satisfaction, a hollow acceptance, of his ford, his marriage and his beer belly. yet with the way he spreads his legs and cranes his neck to take long and blatant stares at your ass, you can see beneath that ageing mist the bones of him persist if not protrude, like the hard wood shoulder forms the silk upon it. Still, he is always nice enough. he asks if work is busy and if any boys are giving you trouble, you just smile and top him up.
Rust is harder to read. he never speaks to you beyond a grunt for coffee and never smiles as you set it down. its like he isn't really inside himself, as if he is somewhere far away in pieces. the corrosive veins at the ends of his eyes had placed his soul like a hand in the thorn bush, where he remained intact so long as there was no beating twitch to incur a prick. yet you still could see parts of him in the tactile markers. the click of his zippo, and how he holds his fags, that his tie is wrinkled, and that scars line his knuckles. the fact that he spreads his legs under the table, that he has a tattoo along his veiny forearm, how his jaw is angled, how his bicep bulges, how the crotch of his pants lay, it all told you what he otherwise eludes. your friends all say he is handsome and maybe you think so too, and maybe when business is slow you look over at him and wonder what his cock looks like. and maybe you'd polish the silverware and think about how he'd use it. maybe you wonder if he'd do it in the shower with his forehead against the sticky tiles, fucking his fist in the thick air, maybe letting out stuttering groans, maybe swallowing a deep sob as he came. did he wipe it off the tiles with his own hand?
your insatiable curiosity disgusts you as you empty his ashtray, having to face him when Marty whistles at you for more coffee. but still you stand closer than you should and smell his cologne and think about if he'd kiss you as he'd fuck you slowly, or if he'd slap you across the face and hold your head down as he'd rut into your stomach. you ask them if theres anything else you can do for them and he just looks past you. since you were a little girl you have always wanted what you couldn't have.
so of course you never caught him watching. you never caught how he focuses on you like the coyote sets his eyes on the bunny. the way he looks at you is animal. he watches your hair, your lips, your neck, hungry at the sweet and pulsing flesh. he stares at your legs, your tits, your ass, beating something carnivorous through his veins. he is always looking. when you lean over the counter to wipe its far corner he stares down your apron to the swell of your chest, when you pick up broken glass off the floor he stares at the lace of your panties peaking out from your skirt.
Rust is sick, Rust is perverted. such a pretty young thing, at risk enough in this backwater town, is being sized up and stripped down by not only an officer of the law, but one twice her age. But Rust didn't think himself so disgusting, because he knew deep down that he was really just a dog. and like a dog all he wanted was to bend you over the table like a bitch. in him throbbed that primal need to conquer that which is young and smooth and tight, and every morning when you look at him with your big doe eyes, he would think about those same eyes looking up at him as his cum dripped down your thighs.
he thinks he has you figured out, has girls like you figured out. the virgins, the sweethearts, the girls who only touch themselves over thier panties, the girls who roll thier skirts up well past thier fingertips, the girls who know what theyre doing, the girls who dont know what they want.
he knew you'd tell him that you don't usually do this sort of thing, that you're usually a good christian girl, that you'd try to amend your reputation in his eyes and search them desperately for any morsel of approval. he knew that you'd gasp when he'd put it in, that you'd ask him to slow down, that you'd moan like a porn star. he knew that you'd claw along his back, maybe cry and beg for his come he knew that afterwards you'd tell him that you loved him.
And he knew he would probably leave in the night, that he wouldn't call, that he wouldn't come back, he knew you'd hate yourself for it, and he knew it was better to let sleeping dogs lie. or maybe he knew its been so long since he's had something warm to put his dick into, that having such a wet and desperate young thing in his bed would only corrode the stoic dam he'd spend so long fortifying.
and nothing would happen because neither of you would do anything more than look and looking never got anyone in trouble.
synopsis: you find some explicit pictures of yourself in your husband’s wallet!
cw: smut (18+ seriously), pinv, oral sex fem!receiving, unprotected sex, cream pie (slight breeding kink), creation of pornographic material (just pics), kento keeps photos of you like a lil freak, just kind of fluffy of husband/wife banter, pet names like honey and sweetie guys he’s just the best husband ever i want him so bad
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"do you have change, ken?" you reach into your purse, trying to search for more cash but nanami's already handing over his wallet as he sighs, his phone on his shoulder as he listens to whoever is rambling on the other side of his call. you take his wallet with a whispered thanks, not wanting to bother him as you check inside the front and side.
"yeah. i know. ... i'm with my wife right now. can this conversation not happen in person?" nanami sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. you smile slightly. gojo..? "it's... okay. keep me updated." ken hangs up the phone call as you take out a couple coins, accidentally catching onto his license as it falls. kento immediately picks it up. but... you notice something odd in his wallet. that's not cash. that's...
"holy shit..!" you exclaim, picking out the photo. "is that me??"
oh man, if this was anyone but you. a little polaroid, slightly blurry, one you would recognise instantly if you weren't plain shocked. you bring it closer to your view, it's from that little... photoshoot... you both did last year when you went to prague. that burgundy push up bra, with pink lace and matching panties, body arched as you smiled and kissed to the camera.
".. right.." kento paused, and you looked up to see if he had any reaction at all to this. maybe it was imperceptible to anyone other than his wife, but his cheeks were slightly tinged pink with embarrassment, and he was almost.. avoiding direct eye contact.
"yes, it is you." he picked up his license from the floor, then held out his hand to take the wallet back. you held it back a little, to your chest to tease him a little bit more about this.
"it's me! you have a photo of me, half naked inside your wallet! where anyone could see..?" you question, the brightest smile on your face. oh, this has improved the day infinitely.
kento clears this throat, "no one would see it. why would i want anyone to see it? you're my wife, it's not a.. page ripped from a magazine." he tries to excuse himself, lowering his voice slightly as he puts his hand back to his side in defeat.
"but what if you got pulled over by the cops while driving? you show him your license, and then oh, there's a naked woman in your wallet as well?" you suggest.
ken pauses again, looking back at you as he smirks. "i'm sure it would work out favourably in the terms of avoiding a ticket."
you slap the wallet back onto his chest, "dirty, dirty. i am so shocked. why is it in your wallet? and not a heart shaped locket?" he grunts slightly, taking it back and slipping his license over the polaroid.
"i can't keep a photo of my wife in my wallet? it's a comfort. a reminder of what i get to come home to." he smiles again slightly, looking down at you. "oh, so you do remember what a privilege it is that i stay with such a driven man." you exhale, pulling on his tie sharply before letting go, patting down his chest briefly, smoothing it out.
he puts two coins in the slot for coffee, waiting as the two cans drop and he lifts them both with his free hand, opening the tab for you, offering it.
"if we don't get home soon the ice cream will melt." he reminds you instead of replying directly, lifting the bag of grocery shopping from the ground next to the vending machine.
you lock your arm with his as you both begin walking again, before you speak up. "doesn't it get boring looking at the same photo over and over?" you ask kento, tilting your head.
he looks over at you, furrowing his eyebrows, "no, not at all." he replies, not a single doubt in his voice or his expression. "it's just one i particularly.. like." he shrugs and looks off as if he's recalling the options he had to choose from- no, he liked that one.
then he looks at you again. "are you suggesting you want to make new ones?" his expression clears again, but his ears are burning red, colour creeping up his neck.
"it does sound like another one is due." you smile again, as he keeps walking his hand slides down your forearm to hold your hand.
he pauses for a moment, as if deep in thought as you get nearer to your apartment.
"... the blue one. you'll have to wear that one." ken glances at you again, his mind clearly running as he takes out the keys from his jacket pocket. "huh?" you reply. "the dark one? with the straps? or the dressy one with the bows..." you ask him, thinking for a moment.
"... can’t we do both?" ken shrugs slightly as he opens the door to the hallway, and you begin to go up the steps together. "both... hm..." you smile again.
"i don't see why not." you pinch his shoulder as he opens your front door, and you help him lift the shopping bag onto the counter, starting to unpack. he smiles quietly to himself in that way he does where he doesn't even realise he's smiling.
"it's alright, i'll handle this. go, relax for a while." ken says as he sorts the items for the freezer, the cupboard, the fridge.
"how about i go and shower?" you lean forward on the counter. "and you can relax for an hour, i can make myself look really pretty..." you look up at him as he seems to shake his head in amusement.
"you already look beautiful. you don't have to do anything more."
"you know what i mean. please, i won't rush, and it will just give you a moment to yourself after this week." you smile again, coming around the counter.
".. do whatever you like. alright?" ken puts his hand on your hair, holding you to kiss your forehead. "okay.. don't count the minutes." you warned him jokingly as you pulled back, waltzing to your shared bedroom into the ensuite.
he's counting the seconds.
nanami put away the rest of the groceries as you turned on the shower to wash your hair.
he kept looking at his watch before he tried to listen to your instructions, loosening his tie and untucking his shirt to sit on the plush sofa.
he took out his wallet, his thumb tracing over the pocket with his license before taking out the polaroid. he hears music play from the bathroom as you get ready, and he can't help but feel a pinch of guilt.
of course she values these hours we get together, she wants every second to be perfect... i shouldn't question her at all anymore with these things, he thinks to himself. he looks at the photo with a slowly relaxing intensity, his shoulders sinking back into the couch as his teeth stopped their grinding.
he turns on the tv to let the time pass faster, only checking his watch every 3 or so minutes. meanwhile you tried not to rush drying yourself off, putting on the slightest bit of makeup that would match with the lingerie and still look good for the camera.
you take another while, making sure there's no drops of water lingering on your skin, first slipping on the cute babydoll dress. though you could hardly call it a dress. it was almost a completely sheer blue on your breasts, with lace fabric trailing down delicately to the light panties that had a tiny bow on the centre. and the back, well... well you couldn't say it wad modest exactly.
you spray a dash of perfume at your neck and fan it out before leaving the bathroom to go back to show nanami your work.
but you spot something delicious on the kitchen counter too. "ooh..!" you exclaim quietly going over to open the box of matcha cookies that kento left out.
nanami turned around as he heard you skip over, and his jaw almost drops. his lips part as he lets out some noise, between a gasp and a grunt of surprise and appreciation.
he wiped his jaw as he got up, and you took a bite of the soft green cookie. "mmm, sweetheart, these are so good..!" you smile as you swallow, covering your lips briefly as he gazed at you like it was for the first time.
"you're..." he breathed out, his hands reaching out, not knowing where to touch, as though he didn't know your body inside and out...
you look up at him, eyes hopeful for those next words, and you put down the cookie to put your hands on his arms. "you like it?" you ask him.
of course he likes it, christ. his throat was drier than the Sahara. "of course i do." he murmurs, his hands landing on your waist gently before gripping, hauling you up to wrap your legs around his waist.
he grunts slightly and smiles as you fix yourself on him, one hand under your thigh and the other on your waist. nanami's mouth traces your shoulder, teeth nipping and pulling at the strap of the lingerie, making it snap back onto your skin as you laugh a little.
"can't you be more careful?" you tug the hair on the back of his head gently. but he doesn't pull back, his lips and his tongue moving up to your jaw.
"i just can't control myself.. around my beautiful wife..." he murmurs, his tone soft and reassuring. he starts to walk, his hand keeping your butt up, "i could throw you down on the bed, stay there until monday..." he tells you, his voice still muffled as his nose brushed against the nape of your neck, opening the bedroom door.
he laid you down on the soft light sheets, hand tracing up your side under the transparent chiffon of the lingerie.
"but we have so many commitments..." you whisper back, smiling as you kiss his nose, thumb caressing his cheek as your eyes flick across his expression.
although his eyes contain a constantly present tiredness, there's something soft and genuine in them in this moment. combined with arousal, adoration, love.
"they don't matter to me... not like you do... like this does..." he breathes you in once more, his palm over the cup of your bra, aching to break inside. his hands hook under your thighs to pull you closer, the pressure instant as you gasp lightly, and his lips attach onto yours.
"leave the camera for now.." he growled lowly, tongue then tracing your lip, coaxing your mouth wide. you moan unashamedly into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck as you try to grind your hips into the tight crotch of his trousers. your hand trails down, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers.
feeling your hand palming his briefs makes kento groan, pressing himself further into your hand and towards your panties just to fan that flame. his face pulls back from yours, only to dive down to your chest and your stomach, lifting the chiffon with delicacy, pressing a kiss above your navel.
his hands hold just above your hips, before tugging down those blue panties. he exhales shakily, his breath warm against your skin, before pressing a kiss to the softness just above your navel. his lips linger there, why do these moments always feel so fleeting? he wants to focus on you. forever.
but as your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, his thoughts scatter in your passion. his palms slide up your thighs, then hook under your knees, pulling them apart wider as he lowers himself between your legs.
his tongue teases your hipbone, then moves lower as he traces lines down your inner thigh. his lips curl upward as he finally finds your clit, pressing a kiss to the spot to make your legs tighten around him. his tongue swirls around it, slowly picking up speed as he savours your taste.
he moans softly against you, the vibrations making your back arch, as you moan out. "kento.." you say, your fingers gripping the ends of his hair before you collapse back onto your elbows. he breathes you in again, his hands squeezing your ass to lift you further up into his mouth as he flattens his tongue and presses upwards.
his eyes are heavy lidded as he looks up to see your expression. face slightly scrunched, mouth open with small moans escaping at every breath.
his cock grows painfully hard in his briefs. he reaches into his trousers to shift it but pulls away to hear your soft mewl of protest. "ken, baby..." you complain slightly, confused as your breathing stays heavy, heartbeat throbbing in your clit.
"what did we say about being patient?" he asked you instead, though his breathing was just as heavy.
he dragged his hand down his face briefly, collecting himself before unbuttoning his trousers. he pulls down his briefs with them, gripping his thick cock in his hand. you lean up, pupils blown as your hand reaches out to touch him.
fingertips trace his abdomen, down to the base of his cock and the trimmed thin curls of hair surrounding.
your thumb rubs his wet tip, spreading pre-cum as he groaned quietly. but ken never saw the need for teasing. he runs his hand under your leg once more, leaning down as he lined your hips to his length, his tip sliding inside your cunt. nanami paused for a moment, his eyes closed as his nose nudged yours, your lips met with an intense passion.
"my beautiful wife..." he whispers, swallowing as he breathes heavily, gazing at the connect between your bodies as he pushes further inside. he starts slow, like always. starts. every movement made you writhe a little. feeling over speed.
“stay still… or…” he told you quietly, trailing off, the implication steady over your relationship. he needed his own moment to adjust inside of you. so sensitive. he never masturbated, never wanted to ruin the feeling. the longer you starve, the better it feels when you finally eat. “ken… mm..” you tilted your hips up, then your face to meet his lips again, kiss him, distract him until his chest pressed flush against yours.
his palm held under your thigh, lifting it higher as he buried his head into your shoulder, just breathing. his hips move in a careful thrust up, pausing then moving forward until you let out a sharper moan by his ear.
the way you tighten around his cock is enough to make him groan lowly, spurring him on until he stops being so soft with you. “ah..” you gasp as he pulls back and then slams back into you. once, then slow.. out… all the way in to hear you moan again. he pulls down the cups of the chiffon lingerie, exposing your breasts to the cool air as your nipples harden.
his hands find your hips more comfortably, and his hold tightens to tilt them higher. nanami’s tongue darts out onto your skin, tasting the sweat on your chest as he kisses down your breast, lips sucking around the bud of your breast.
his moans vibrate through your body as he keeps thrusting in and out of you at his own, hard, but leisurely pace. like you weren’t shuddering every time he his cock slid right against your g-spot, eyes shutting tight. as you haul yourself up to your elbows to try and angle that wouldn’t make you pass out, his lips pop off your nipple and he glances up. that look was enough to make you orgasm on the spot… through his pretty blonde eyelashes, his hair messed up, strands across his eyes.
your chest heaves as his pace slows exponentially. he huffs out a weak laugh, and rests his head on your collar. he pushes his hips up into you, pressing the tip of his cock against your cervix, as your walls tighten around him. “you’re tearing me apart, honey…”
he breathes out. kento kisses you again over the soft fabric, teeth nipping at your skin. “right here.. like this… you’re perfect..” he sighs, reaching over for the camera on the bedside table. you whine and look up at him, “ken, i’m about to.. don’t stop..” you reply, swallowing thickly as you tilt your head back.
his thumb comes back down to rub your clit in circles, pressing down to make your leg twitch, as he shifts his hips, moving in and out of you carefully, picking up speed slowly. he angles the camera, catching the edge of your face and your body, centering on the connect between your legs.
the flash goes off and you tighten around him again as the photo prints, your moan drowns out the whirring. “perfect.. you are… god..” he drops the camera on the bed next to you, arms hugging around your back to arch your spine as he slams his cock into you, faster and harder.
you let out a whine as you shudder, hands clawing down his back as he groans into your neck. “fuck..!” you moan out as you cum around him, oozing around his length, the noise pornographic as he pumps in and out of you. kento turns his face, shifting up, he kisses your mouth, tasting your moans. he almost shivers as he pulls out, your cunt milking the precum from his cock, it takes a second for him to regain focus.
driving home, he shallowly pumps into you, kissing your cervix five, six times, before he groans deeply against your lips.
his cum leaks from you after a long moment of him staying inside you, mixing with yours and making a lewd squelching sound when he lifts himself onto his elbow so he doesn’t crush you. “stay there.. stay..” he murmurs, nudging his nose against yours.
he holds around your lower back as you each catch your breath, inhaling deeply and kissing him softly as he turns over, resting you on his lap, still connected. “.. i love you, so much, honey..” he says quietly. “.. you know i’ll always think you look perfect.. like this.. it’s special to me…” he sighs softly.
you smile and exhale a slight laugh, “you’re so sweet after i let you cum inside of me…” you whisper. he laughs quietly as well, his voice rough as his hands slide up your sides, under the chiffon. “hm, well, i’ve got to get you locked down somehow..” he says. “trust me, you have me..” you kiss his cheek, then his lips.
“let’s take a look at those pictures..” he smiles slightly, picking up the camera and the photos that had fallen on the sheets. you shake your head, “noo, don’t you want pretty ones? i can’t see that now..” you cover your face as he takes a good, long look at them. his erection twitches and hardens inside of you.
“sweetheart, they are gorgeous.. shit..”
“you’re just saying that, you don’t know what gorgeous means..”
“it’s in front of me.. i put a ring on it.. perfect. i’m keeping this one.”
