what a man! | nanami kento
kinks. casual dominance, size difference, rough sex, finger sucking, creampies, multiple rounds, sex marathon, squirting
synopsis. nanami is a gentleman in public, and something else entirely in private.
this is a part of my kinktober series!
kento is such a gentleman to his wife in public. holding doors open, getting you out of the driver's seat before you can unbuckle your seatbelt so he can walk around the car to help you out, tying your laces for you, doting on you when you're on your period… those are the basic things. your husband is way above all that. he goes out of his way to fuss over you constantly.
he's so far past "gentlemanly" that it almost feels unfair to compare him to anyone else. kento's the kind of husband who notices the tiniest little things before you even register them yourself. if your hair is pinned up for the night, it's him who quietly undoes it for you. he doesn't let you fall asleep like that, no matter how whiny or pouty you get about being tired.
bathing... he insists on doing it together, because for him it isn't about convenience, it's about closeness. you're bare in his arms while he's washing you carefully. kento takes his time, running the loofa along between your shoulders where you can't reach, your arms, your torso, making sure you're spotless and comfortable before he worries about himself. he has the patience of a saint, coaxing you with little kisses to your temple or a soft "just a little longer, my love," until you finally melt into his touch and let him do what he's set on doing.
in the presence of others, kento is affectionate in the most polite, impossibly tender way. a hand resting firm and protective on the small of your back, his arm always available for you to hook onto, subtle kisses to your knuckles when he's speaking with someone else. never anything showy or crass, just constant proof that you are his priority. if you're upset or start acting out, he never embarrasses you in front of others. after excusing you both, he takes your hands so you can't pull away, bend to meet your eyes, and speaks so gently that it disarms all your frustrations.
without raising his voice, he guides you back down to calm. the way he does it makes you feel less like you're being corrected and more like you're being cared for.
his behavior is noticeable. people stop and stare when he carries you at galas because your heels are hurting your feet - when he takes your plate from you halfway through dinner because he's noticed you've lost your appetite and quietly orders something lighter for you instead.
in truth, kento brings out that princess side of you because he leaves you no room to feel anything else.
now, in the private confines of his bedroom...
he's a beast. big, heavy, way too much cock for your body to handle. his voice in your ear crooning: "didn't i say no running, dear? i know you can manage all of me." you're split open, stretched to the limit while he rocks his hips real slow just to make you feel every single inch of him grinding deep.
kento keeps you spread open for hours. your pussy's dripping down your thighs, his cock sliding in and out of your sloppy hole. "mmhn... k-kento! baby, p-please slow down, please-!" but he won't. he knows that's not what you really want. he just holds your face, thumb in your mouth, making you suck it while he ruts into you harder.
kento cums too much. way too much. it's as though he'd been saving it all up for you. thick loads flood your cunt until it's leaking down to the sheets, and every time you gasp out, "ken- please, can't hold anymore, mngh! 'm too full!" he keeps fucking it back into you. or he'll pull out to scoop up what you've let drip out of you, and shove it back inside with his thick fingers. "need to keep all of me in, sweetheart."
by round three, you're gone. since you're barely able to hold yourself up, he grabs your waist and uses your body to fuck back onto him like a toy. he's hitting your gooey sweet spot over and over without slowing down or easing up. you're stuffed with all the cum he's spilled inside you, and yet he continues to mouth at your neck and mutter nasty shit into your skin. "mhm, right there. mm fuck you're sucking me in so perfect. have i tired my little wife out?" he tuts. "that's a shame. i'm not quite done yet. not until you're bred full."
but kento doesn't even know what "full" means when it comes to you. you're already stuffed to the brim, your belly round and tight from how much he's pumped inside, and still he's pounding your wrecked little hole like he hasn't already dumped load after load in you. he watches it spill every time he pulls out - thick and creamy - and then he just pushes back in, groaning about how you're wasting it, how your body should be holding all of him.
he rubs your clit with two fingers until you're wailing and squirting all over his pelvis, crying from how raw and overstimulated you are, and all he does is kiss your tears away and fuck you through it like it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen.
kento flips you onto your side, pins one leg up to your chest, and drills into you from behind, panting about filling your womb until you can't walk straight. you're cockdrunk, drooling into the sheets, sobbing every time his fat tip punches your cervix, and still he doesn't let up. he manhandles you again so you're sat up on his lap, bouncing on his cock even though your thighs are trembling.
when you scream and gush around him one more time, adding to the creamy mess on his cock, he'll fill you right after then lays you down with him, not pulling out. you're held tight to his chest while he grinds lazy circles into your oversensitive cunt. your body still spasms around him, wrung out far too much, and he just kisses your messy hair like nothing's wrong and dozes off in seconds.
his cock is still heavy and swollen where it rests inside your ruined hole, but somehow it helps you fall asleep soon after. he's keeping you warm.
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