Teasing your husband by spraying your body all over with coffee-and-bread scented aphrodisac perfume… it isn’t that bad… right?
you were in a good mood today, finally getting a full 8 hours of sleep. but SOMEHOW you decided the best way to celebrate was to tease your husband.
you remembered you had a perfume that your friend recently bought you, featuring the newest scent— coffee and bread— and you thought it would make your dear Nanami Kento pay some attention to you, right?
because what your friend didn’t tell you was that the perfume was aphrodisac scented.
You had applied it liberally, the scent blooming in the air. It was thick and pungent, the notes of coffee and fresh bread filling your nostrils. You could practically taste it on your tongue, the perfume clinging to your skin, heavy and inviting. Nanami’s eyes flicked up from his work, his green glasses reflecting the morning light. His blond hair was perfectly styled, somehow managing to look both professional and slightly tousled.
His tired eyes narrowed slightly as he caught the scent. You leaned against the counter, arching your back slightly to give him a better view of your curves. His gaze flicked down, taking in the sight before returning to his task, methodical and focused.
You sighed, a little frustrated. You'd expected more of a reaction. You decided to turn up the heat, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and taking a bite. You turned away from him, knowing the perfume would hit him full force as you moved, the scent clinging to your skin and hair like a visible cloud. His hands paused mid-motion, but he didn't look up. You could see his knuckles whitening, the only sign of his internal struggle.
He wasn't going to break so easily.
You turned back to him, a smug smile playing on your lips. "Good morning." He didn't respond immediately, his eyes scanning you slowly, taking in every detail. His gray suit jacket was unbuttoned, the blue shirt beneath slightly wrinkled. His yellow leopard-patterned tie hung loosely around his neck, a stark contrast to his usual immaculate appearance. His eyes, usually so reserved, were dark, but he held himself together, composed. “Morning,” he finally said, his voice low and measured. He stepped closer, his body tense but composed. "I smell it," and he stepped closer. You could feel the heat radiating off him, but he didn't touch you. Instead, he leaned in, his breath warm on your ear.
"You're playing with fire, you know that."
You gulped. His control was impressive, but you knew he was on the edge, even if he didn't show it. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving yours. His gaze was intense, but he didn't make a move. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice quiet and restrained. “And I’m going to make sure you remember that. But not until I’m good and ready.”
You realized what you'd started. What you'd unleashed. The scent filled the air, rich and intoxicating, but it was his scent, his presence, that had you truly wasted. You could feel it, the tension between you, the promise of what was to come. But he was in control, and you were going to have to wait. You could feel your own body responding, the heat between your legs growing, but you knew better than to push him further. Not yet, at least.
Not until Kento was ready.
You stood there, breath hitching as your Kento's words hung in the air. This was the man who had always been in control, and today was no different. A shiver ran down your spine, but you were determined to play this game to the end. He wanted control? You could give him that.
You bit your lip, a soft moan escaping as you felt the perfume's effect intensifying. The scent of coffee and bread was now mixed with your own arousal, a heady mix that filled the kitchen. You could see the effect it had on him, the way his eyes darkened, the way his breath hitched slightly. Nanami Kento took a step closer, his voice a low growl. "You want this, don't you? You want me to lose control."
You didn't respond with words. Instead, you reached up, slowly unbuttoning your silk robe, revealing your naked body beneath. His eyes flickered down, taking in every inch of you. You could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between control and desire. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, down your neck, and over your collarbone. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine. You leaned into his touch, your eyes never leaving his. "Kento," you whispered, your voice breathy and needy. "Please." He leaned in, his lips hovering over yours. "Please what?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. You whimpered, hesitating. "P-Please fuck me…"
His eyes flashed with hunger, and finally, his control snapped. His lips crashed down on yours, hungry and demanding. His hands roamed your body, touching, exploring, claiming. You moaned into his mouth, your body arching into his touch. He picked you up, setting you on the counter. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, and you writhed against him, desperate for more. He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Patience," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck. You gasped as his tongue swirled over your nipple, his teeth gently nipping. His hands trailed down your thighs, his fingers brushing against your wet folds. You moaned, your hips bucking against his touch.
He slipped a finger inside you, his thumb circling your clit. You cried out, your body clenching around him. He added another finger, his movements swift and sure, driving you higher and higher. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing. Just as you were about to cum, he pulled away, leaving you panting and needy. He stepped back, his eyes dark with desire. "Not yet," he said, his voice hoarse.
"Not until I'm inside you, you needy slut."
a/n: yeah you can see where i gave up
