☀︎ KENTO NANAMI just needs to fuck you after work :(
he's a busy man, he needs relief!
so when he comes home, eyes low, sleeves rolled up just below his elbows (just enough to show off his muscles and veins that you go so crazy over), he looks for you immediately.
and when he finds you, oh, it is a mess.
"k-kento, fuck, oh my god, kento," you whine out, back arching with every stomach tightening bounce.
your legs are spread, and wide, too, because nanami likes to see your pussy when he's stretching it out.
his hips buck with every bounce, connecting to yours with a nasty, wet plop, over and over and over again. neither of you complain. neither of you are in the right mindset to think about the wrongs in life.
his grip on your waist tightens, and he grunts with every lazy thrust. "fuck, baby," he whispers. "so tight... feels so good..." his eyes glide up your body to your face.
nanami can't help the feeling that shoots through his dick when he looks at your face. brows furrowed, bottom lip being bit at, god, he feels like he's on a second level of hard, if there could be one.
the way you grip him, sucking him in dispite being the one bouncing on it, oh, he fucking loves it.
"so beautiful," he whispers. he's not even worried about the full day shift he had to do today. he's focused on you. "you're so... fuckkk-" his involuntarily hips buck. "-ing beautiful, baby."
your words are almost too far from understandable when you push them out. "you– ah," you throb around his base so nicely, and he fucks you through it like it's nothing. "th-thank...you, oh, baby,"
his eyes are low, stuck on you.
and when your back arches, his throws his head back into the pillow, some strands of his hair stuck to his damp forehead. "oh, fuck." he curses under his breath, grip tightening against your hips. "fuck– i love you."
but you're not sure if he's talking to you, or the wet pussy that he was suddenly able to fuck even deeper.
those sounds are like music to his ears.
he tries to stop one of his hands from abandoning your hip and gripping onto the sheets. he fails, hips jerking in lazy twitches.
you're driving him crazy. and when you open your eyes, just the little that you're able to, you can see it in his eyes.
you can't help but smile, either.
knowing you can drain him of his stress (and cum) makes you smile.
