Kento Nanami: The 23 Year Old Virgin
Intro: you met Kento Nanami while interning at his former company. After he left to go back to sorcery, your friendship continues to flourish outside the work place. But do 'just friends' have heart achingly, sensual sex?
CW: MDNI, blow job, fingering, f! receiving oral, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, loss of virginity, virgin!nanami, experienced!femreader, very very intimiate, feelings are confessed, cuddling.
You’re not sure how a friendly relationship escalated to this in minutes: you straddling his lap and grinding your hips down onto his clothed erection.
Maybe it was because you’re currently ovulating. Maybe it was because Kento kept saying tonight how stressed out he’s been; how he desired an escape.
Regardless of the reason, you were both drowning in each other right now. You weren’t getting enough air in between your tongues and lips learning the shape of each other. You pulled back to catch your breath, forcing air in, and looking into Kento’s lustful eyes. His hazel eyes were the darkest you’d ever seen them. They pulled at something deep inside you that you didn’t know was there for your friend.
Were you really going to escalate your friendship to this? To a physical stage that you can’t come back from? Are you going to regret this later?
Your short term wants override your long term rational as you peel your clothing off.
You pull your shirt up and over your head. The cool air nips at your warm skin and you lean over to reconnect your lips, chasing that heat. His eyes go wide at seeing you in just your bra. Your hands are all over him: his chest, his face, his neck. But his hands have stayed either on your hips or back. You expected his hands to be on your breasts by now, but they’re frozen on your hips.
He pulls back from the kiss with a gasp, “I don’t know how far you plan on going tonight, but I-” his cheeks flush with embarrassment, “I haven’t done much with a woman.”
You rest your hands on his chest as you process his words, “Are you telling me that you are still a virgin? How is that even possible?”
“I don’t know- I’ve never found the time to prioritize a relationship… I’ve been busy since I left the company and came back to being a sorcerer. I haven’t got to date much.”
“Well you don’t have to be in a relationship to have sex, you know?”
“I know- I- I would just prefer it to be that way.”
“Okay, so do you not want to…”
“No! No, I didn’t say that. I want to. I just wanted to tell you first so you’re not disappointed.”
“I doubt that’s possible. We can take it slow, okay?”
He takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts, “Whatever you’re comfortable with is more than fine with me.”
“Well first, you can start by actually touching me.” You place your hands over his and move them up your body. His hands are so warm as they rub up your back, it sends shivers down your spine.
His hands settle just below your bra and you reach back to remove it. When he realizes what you’re doing, you can feel his cock twitch beneath you. You smile at the reaction and continue to unclasp your bra. As it falls down and off your arms, his mouth falls open in awe.
You bring his hand to your breasts and force a squeeze, he moans at the contact and you grind your hips down onto him. Butterflies are already fluttering in your stomach as his hand settles around the shape of your breasts. You drop your hand to allow him to explore on his own. He grazes his thumb over your nipple and kneads the side of your breast with the rest of his hand. His touch is gentle and hesitant.
He gains the courage to bring his other hand to your other breast and grabs a handful of them, he breaks the kiss and stares at your chest, “They’re so soft,” he says in disbelief. You chuckle, unsure of how to respond. He seems so innocent right now, holding your breasts in his hand and drooling over them. He’s mesmerized and you’re not even fully naked yet.
You bring your hands down to his belt and start undoing it, his hips squirm at your urgency to get his cock free. Once you get his belt undone, you unbutton and unzip his pants. He lets go of your breasts and uses his hands to push himself up off the couch to allow his pants to come off. You can already tell the shape and size of him through the fabric. And you already know he’s bigger than most men you’ve been with.
You tug his pants and underwear down to the middle of his thighs and stare at his throbbing cock that’s been freed. “Ken, you’re big- like bigger than most.” His chin drops to his chest and he stares down at himself, as if trying to reevaluate the size of his cock. “Is that bad?” He says with genuine curiosity.
You push your lips to the side, “I don’t know if you’ll fit.”
His eyes go wide with worry, “Seriously?”
You can’t keep the teasing act up, you immediately smile to call your bluff, “No it’ll fit. It’ll be a tight fit, but it’ll fit.”
“Oh okay…” He says with a sigh of relief as his head falls back onto the couch. You push yourself off his lap and drop to your knees in front of him. You bring his pants down to his ankles and settle between his muscular thighs. The soft blonde hairs covering his thighs tickle your arms as you rest them there.
Your hand grabs at the base and his body is already reacting to your touch. His respirations turn labored and soft noises escape his throat.
“So sensitive…” You tease as you squeeze the base of him. Your hand doesn’t even fully cover him, there’s still at least an inch of space between your thumb and the rest of your fingers.
“Sorry, I’ve never- never done this before.”
“I know, Ken.” You say and you bring your lips to his tip to kiss it.
His breath catches at the light contact and he gazes down at you.
You hold his tip right at your lips and flick your tongue against it. You’re already tasting his precum that’s escaped and savoring the taste of him. You look up at him through your eyebrows and hold his gaze.
The usually buttoned up, stoic man you know is putty in your hands right now. He’s coming undone under your touch and you’re living for every second of it.
You open your lips to take him in and actually suck this time, just enough to get a reaction. His hips buck off the couch and he lets out a needy moan.
You know by the sheer size of him, you will not be able to fully fit him in your mouth. Your hand will have to assist in covering his entire length.
You sink down on him slowly and he’s already losing his mind. He’s mumbling, “Oh my god” to himself over and over as you take him in deeper.
You notice his arms are limp at his side, leaving his hands unoccupied. You reach for his hand and bring it to the top of your head. He quickly grips your head and your scalp tingles at the sensation of him pulling on your hair.
When you take in as much of him as you can, you begin tracing the veins of his cock with your tongue. You’re so full of him, your tongue barely has room to move around. When you work your way to a vein directly down his underside, he hisses and you can feel the muscles in his thighs tense and spasm beneath you.
You begin bobbing your head up and down the half of him that’s in your mouth. His body curls inward on itself and he cries out a string of profanities. You’re encouraged by his reaction and add in your hand to the mixture of pleasure. Pumping your fist over his base in sync with you bobbing up and down.
“My God, that’s so good. Your mouth- fuck. Its, its…” He doesn't finish his sentence because he can’t. You’ve stolen the words from his mouth with your mouth. His cock twitches and you taste as a trail of precum runs down the back of your throat.
You hum around him, causing pleasurable vibrations to radiate through his dick and balls.
“Please slow down or I’m going to cum already.” He tightens his grip on your scalp as if trying to pull you off of him.
You slow your pace and remove him from your mouth with a dramatic POP. You look up at him and are captivated by the image infront of you. His cheeks are flush, chest heaving, and his eyelids heavy. Those blonde locks no longer perfectly in place, but falling down around his face.
You push yourself up using his knees and loom over him, he’s looking at you like you just gave him the world.
“Can you lie down, I want to touch you.” He says it as if he's going to die if you don't.
You strip yourself free of your pants and underwear and stand there; letting him take in the view of your naked body. A low growl starts in his chest and he leans forward, pulling you in by your hips. His lips work kisses all over your stomach and hip bones. Your hands go to his hair and ruffle it, enjoying the pleasure he’s drinking from you. He places a combination of pecks and smooches across your skin and your stomach tightens from the butterflies humming inside.
You put both hands on his shoulders and pull him away from you, so that you can lie down. You settle into the couch with your head just below the arm rest and you open your legs to make room for him.
He slots himself between your legs and stares down at your dripping cunt, as if he’s totally unprepared for what to do next.
“Where should I touch you first?”
“Where do you want to touch me?”
He brings his middle finger to your dripping entrance and places it there.
“That’s a good place to start.” You wink at him to show your approval.
He grazes his finger back and forth through your folds, his finger is practically slipping with how aroused you are. The gentle touch of him is making your head spin. Your eyes flutter shut as your cunt clenches from his finger.
He notices what your body is asking for and pushes his finger, but halts when he feels a natural curve of your anatomy.
“Curve your finger up some and keep going.”
He listens and does just that, his finger finds passage along your tight walls and he is sliding in further. His thick finger is making you feel so full.
“You’re so warm…” He whispers as his finger is fully enveloped inside you.
He pauses there, letting your walls flutter around him. The fact that you are already reacting like this and he only has one finger inside you…
His finger becomes familiar with your insides as he begins to pump in and out of you. Your back bows off the couch and your eyes fall back into your head. His pace and that single finger is sending pleasure through your entire pelvis. You’re moaning and whimpering his praises as he picks up the pace.
He removes his finger from you and gracefully brings it to his mouth to suck his finger clean. The scene in front of you makes your stomach jump into your throat; watching his lips work around his finger and his eyes roll back when the taste of you hits his tongue. He releases his finger from his mouth with a satisfied sigh, “You taste just how I dreamed you would.”
Just how I dreamed? Has he thought about this, about us, before today? Was this not as spontaneous as it seemed?
He moves himself back until he’s far enough to lean down and settle between your thighs. Your legs fall open further to grant him more room.
Placing kisses to the inside of your thighs has your core on fire. He inches in further until he’s at your center, you feel his hot breaths waving against your wetness and it gives you chills. You watch as he flattens his tongue and plants it right on your soaking core. You’re immediately needing more, so much more at the little taste you’ve gotten of him. Your hand goes to his head and your fingers dance through his hair. He laps up your arousals over and over with a flick of his tongue and your hands tangle in his golden locks.
He’s orienting his tongue to your anatomy when he licks upward until he hits your clit.
“Suck on it, please,” you gasp out desperately, while you’re squirming beneath him. You’re sensually grinding your hips into his face.
His lips seal around your bundle of nerves and sucks hard. You jolt your hips downward at the sharp tinge that shoots through your clit, “Ah! Too hard, Ken. Lighter.”
He mumbles, “Sorry” into your clit and lightens his approach. His hands have made their ways to the outside of your hips and you can feel his grip tightening as he continues suckling on your bundle of nerves, “Oh Ken,” you moan out, “Yes, like that. That feels so good.” You’re swimming in the pleasure he is pulling from you.
How is this his first time? Was he just saying that? There’s no way he hasn’t done this before.
Your words of encouragement do something to him because he’s adding his tongue into the mix. His lips are sealed around your clit while his tongue flicks directly into the center. Your legs jerk upward at the change and you cry out softly. Your fingers tighten on his locks, desperately needing to hold yourself together.
Your eyes roll back into your head as the pleasure swallows you whole. His warm tongue working the most pathetic sounds out of you. You can hear a symphony of slurps and sucks coming from between your legs as Kento devours you.
You have to call all your strength to get a coherent sentence out, “Ken, I need you.” You tug on his hair to motion him up toward you. He makes a few more passes with his tongue before he detaches and moves up your body.
“I don’t want to do this here, not on a couch I can barely fit on.” He pushes himself off the couch and stands up. You push yourself to a sitting position and before you can swing your feet to touch the floor, Kento has squatted down and scooped you into his arms. You let out a soft yelp as you feel the couch come out from beneath you and you’re pressed against his chest.
He carries you to his bedroom while he gazes at you, “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
You don’t know what to say, so you bring your arm around his neck and kiss him. You both moan into the kiss as you’re buzzing with anticipation.
He lays you down in the center of the bed and crawls over top of you. His toned arms are caging you in, hands planted on either side of your head. And his cock is dangerously close to your entrance. Your eyes trail up his body until you get to that devastatingly handsome face. You’re seeing him with new eyes. No longer your attractive friend, but something else. A man who you need more than you ever imagined.
All of a sudden, his eyes go wide and worry covers his features, “I don’t have any condoms, fuck. I’m sorry, we can-”
You cut him off, “It’s okay, I’m not stopping this. I’m on birth control, it’s fine.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this now.”
“I want to do this now, I need you so bad, Ken. I wouldn’t have wanted to use them even if you had them.”
“You saying my name like that… fuck, it’s doing something to me that I don’t even want to admit.”
You lift your hand to cup his cheek and whisper his name again.
He groans at the sound of his name on your lips, “No one else calls me that. But when you say it, my God. I like to think I’m a disciplined man, but you’re pulling that thread and I’m unraveling already.”
Your hand snakes from his cheek to his neck and you pull him in for a deep kiss. You throw your legs around his waist urging him to enter you.
He breaks the kiss but keeps your foreheads connected. He looks down between your bodies as he grabs his cock and places the tip at your fluttering hole. He brings that hand back up to your cheek and begins pushing in.
The first second of him inside you has you reeling. You both gaze down at him sliding into you at an agonizing pace.
His size makes your walls stretch more than they’ve ever had to. When he’s only a few inches inside you, he lets out a low, “Fuuuckkk…” as you whimper beneath him.
The stretch your walls are enduring is earth shattering, just below the threshold of too much while exceeding the threshold of pleasure.
You shift your eyes up from your connecting bodies and realize how incredibly intimate this moment is. Your foreheads pressed together, a hand on each others faces, sharing breaths, all while maintaining eye contact.
This is not what you were expecting when you climbed into his lap. You thought this would be more like scratching an itch for both of you. But it’s much more than that right now.
He’s probably just really into this because it’s his first time, right?
You already feel so full, but you know he’s not all the way in yet. He’s going slow, not sure if that’s for himself or you - or both. But you need to feel him completely, now.
You lock your ankles around each other behind his back and use that leverage to heave him into you. He bottoms out inside you with a jolt of his hips and a gasping choke that steals the air from his lungs.
Your insides were perfectly molded around the shape of him as you held him, balls deep inside you. Your arms engulfed his back and there wasn’t even room for air between your bodies right now.
It feels like your soul is pouring out and right into him; two bodies that were already in sync with each other.
You trail kisses from his lips, to his cheek, and down his neck while you savored this moment. You and him, connected in the most intimate way.
“I don’t know if I can move without finishing,” he says in a sincere tone.
You giggle at his candor, “I’m not in a rush. We can stay like this or if you do finish fast, that’s okay. I just want you to enjoy this, Ken” you put a seductive emphasis on his name that evokes a soft whimper from him.
You let go of the leg lock you have his hips trapped under, so that he can move. Your knees fall open to give him the most space.
He begins moving back and forth inside you, but only by an inch or two at a time. He’s staying mainly inside you before pushing back in. It’s not enough, you need so much more. Instead of begging for more, you occupy your mouth.
Your lips have found his neck. Your saliva on his skin creates a dizzying taste of yourself, his natural scent, sweat, and the remnants of his body wash. You suck his skin into your mouth with the intention of leaving a mark.
He thrusts into you with more force this time and stills inside you, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck, “I can’t even think straight right now. Do you know what you’re doing to me?” He pushes his torso off of you with his arms and he’s looming over you.
“What am I doing to you, Ken?” You clench your walls around him at the end of your sentence.
His eyes roll back and you wonder if that sent him over the edge, “Shit! That- this- all of it. You feel better than I could’ve imagined.”
“You feel good too. I’m so full and I need more- when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready but I just can’t promise how long I’ll last.”
“Don’t think about that. It’s not like this is going to be our only time.”
His eyes sparkle with desire, “Promise?”
“Yes. This is the best I’ve felt in a long time, I’ll probably need two more rounds just tonight.”
He smiles with all teeth as he leans down to kiss you. His hips roll back as his length retreats from you, he’s over halfway out when he slides back in. High pitched moans escape your lips as he sets his new depth. His thrusts aren’t deep enough to move the bed, but they’re deep enough to drive you insane.
The obscene noises from your connection fills the room. Squelches and squishes from your dripping cunt, the arousal that’s now spilling out of you. You can’t remember the last time your body was this loud for someone.
You bring your hand up to his chest and press it over his heart. His thunderous heart beat echoes back into your palm and it makes your breath catch. You’re not completely sure why, but being able to see how all his body is reacting to you… it’s addicting.
As he builds his rhythmic, deep pace, you’re babbling nonsense beneath him, “Right there- ah! So good, Ken. You’re so deep.”
“You feel like heaven, I don’t know how I’ve managed to last this long.”
“Please- faster,” your hands grip his shoulders to emphasize your plea.
Him calling you that makes your curls toe on instinct, “As fast as you can.”
His hips stutter and his thrusts falter, knocking himself from his current steady rhythm. He alternates between quick, snappy thrusts and slow, deep thrusts while he figures out what “fast” is.
When your tits are bouncing beneath him and the entire bed is moving, he knows this has to be “fast.” And from the cries you’re letting out. Every time he bottoms outs, a shock of pleasure is sent through your entire pelvis.
You both sound like animals right now; panting, moaning, and whimpering. He said he was coming undone earlier and now so are you.
Your legs find their way back to his waist and you lock your ankles together; still allowing him room to fuck you while keeping him as close as possible.
“I-I’m close. I’ll pull out, do you want me to finish on-“
“Don’t pull out, please. I want you- need you to fill me up.”
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? Saying shit like that and you expect me not to…” his words trail off and his eyes roll back into his head.
He gradually loses his rhythm and you can tell the end is near.
“Put my legs on your shoulders, I need you… you even deeper when you finish.”
A primal growl releases from him as he yanks your ankles and rests them on his broad shoulders. The new angle is debilitating. He’s pounding right into your gspot and you swear there’s no more air left in the room.
A preliminary rush of endorphins is scattering your thoughts, rendering your brain useless.
“No other woman will be able to make me feel like this. You’re fucking perfect. It feels like we were made for each other, doesn’t it?”
Your heart misses a beat at his words and your eyes dilate. Before you can think about the words, you gasp out, “Yes!” Your walls flutter around him to echo the sentiment and he hisses.
“I’m about to-“ he grits out, but you cut him off, “Me too.”
Your eyes find each other as you climb to the summit together. It feels like the ecstasy is lifting you off the bed, making you ascend.
His thrusts deepen, while still stuttering and you can hear his balls slapping against you on contact.
A final push into your gspot and you’re falling over the edge, taking him with you. Your eyes shut tight and there’s stars dancing behind your eyelids as wave after wave pours over you. Starting at your core and radiating outward, making your entire body go limp and rigid at the same time.
You manage to open your eyes because you can’t miss his climax.
His eyelids are so heavy, they’re almost closed, but still open enough for that hazel to come through. His hair is an absolute mess, ruffled and falling in every direction. Rosy cheeks that are flushed with arousal. And those lips - those lips that were drinking you in earlier. They’re inflamed from the amount of force you put on them. And they’re parted, just enough to let sharp breaths in.
You feel a forceful twitch of his cock and his eyes roll back, he heaves himself inside you one final time as the euphoria of it all consumes him.
He mumbles nonsense from above as he unleashes inside you, flooding your insides with his hot arousal. The sensation of his cum filling you sustains your orgasm even further, just knowing that it’s him who’s doing this to you.
When the final spurt coats your walls, he stays fully inside you while he drops your legs from his shoulder. His chest heaving, trying to regain control of his breathing.
You gaze up at him in awe, the man you just deflowered also just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life - how the fuck was that possible?
You feel him start to soften inside you as he pulls out gently. He leans down and kisses you on the forehead, “I have no words, truly.”
He collapses onto his back next to you. Your ragged breaths fill the air as you both come back to reality.
“You know, a true gentleman will always offer to help a woman clean up after.” You turn your head toward him.
When he understands what you’re saying, he props up on one elbow to look at you, “What can I get you?”
You rub his forearm, “You’re off the hook this time. I need to pee anyways, so I got it.”
He hesitantly nods, as if not sure of your response.
You manage to peel yourself off the bed and sit up. As soon as gravity takes effect, you can feel his climax threatening to drip out of you. You scurry to the bathroom before it can leak out.
When you open the bathroom door, Kento is lying in bed but in his boxers this time. Both hands resting behind his head, his right leg is stretched downward while his left hip is turned out. You’re tempted to crawl on top of him and start round two right now.
“I’d like to cuddle some, if that’s fine with you.” He brings a hand down to his right side and rubs the fabric, beckoning you to that spot.
You chuckle at the way he asked, “That’s fine, Ken.” You grab one of his t shirts to put on before climbing in next to him.
“I didn’t know if this would be too intimate.” He explains as you settle into his side.
“You were just inside me, I don’t think cuddling is crossing a barrier.” What you really wanted to say was just how intimate that sex was. You’ve never gotten to that level with friends or casual hook ups. Sex has only been that breath taking within a long term relationship. Your stomach turns at the realization and you shoo the thought away.
When you’re squished against his side with his arm holding you in, he says, “I don’t know how anything is going to surpass that - ever.”
You smile at his praise, “Sex is a pretty transferable skill. Trust me, it’ll be good with anyone if you do exactly what you just did to me.”
“That won’t be possible.”
“It’s not possible because I don’t feel for anyone else how I feel for you.” His thumb grazes your cheek, “I tried to tell myself it would be just sex, regardless of how I felt. Then I tasted you. And then I felt you wrapped around me like that.” He placed a kiss to the side of your mouth before continuing, “After that, it’s not possible for me to evade those feelings any longer.”
Your world is spinning at his confession and you look back at him with wild eyes. “I’ll be honest, I didn’t know I felt more for you until tonight.”
“As long as you feel it too,” he whispers into your hair and he takes a deep inhale of your scent.
You rest your head on his chest and listen to his lungs fill and expel air. His heart beat is back to a steady, slow rhythm. The sounds of his body soothe you until you’re dozing off. You realize how shallow his breaths have become and you know he’s also falling into that same relaxed, unconscious state with you.
You take a final inhale of his natural scent and that’s the last thing to claim your senses before you fall asleep in his arms.
I threw yall a curve ball this time. Had to show Namami some love ^_^
