He does it when he wants attention, which is all the time when you're around.
The movements start off almost inaudibleâ a soft tap . . . tap . . . TAP against the plush cushions of the couch. Why he ever bothers to pretend like he isn't blatantly asking for pets is past you.
đđźđ§đ§đČđđČđđ«đąđ!đđđđšđ«đź would shift until he was riiight next to you, floppy ears drooped at the sides of his head. He'd continue to thud away incessantly against the side of your thigh, as if to say, "Hey, hello? Look at me. Give. Me. Attention!"
Oh, and if you happened to be on your phone? đđźđ§đ§đČđđČđđ«đąđ!đđđđšđ«đź only escalated his actions. He'd huff, tail thumping harder like a small drum. The poor hybrid's body would writhe around in all its 6'3 glory until you glanced over.
When you do finally look his way, đđźđ§đ§đČđđČđđ«đąđ!đđđđšđ«đź has the biggest grin on his face. "Oho? Theeere you are."
As if he wasn't thumping his tail hard enough to shake the couch. Brat.
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But then đđźđ§đ§đČđđČđđ«đąđ!đđđđšđ«đź would also thud his tail about when he was close to cumming, too. Honestly? It was cute, the soft tap tap and shuffling brushing against his ass as he thrusted into youâ his hips nothing short of clumsy and desperate.
"Mmhâ fuuuck, baby. 'm trying to h-hold it in . . ." he panted, but you knew he was lying. The pace of his naughty tail gave him away, his evident arousal that made him buck his hips into you so nastily. Not even the thumps could draw your attention away from the loud, eager squelches that left your cunt when he pushed in over 'n over.
đđźđ§đ§đČđđČđđ«đąđ!đđđđšđ«đź was a goner, the base of his arched spine flexing as his orgasm drew closer. That tail of his only spasmed wildlyâ a tell-tale sign that his instincts to breed was overriding all coherent thought.
The sloppy rhythm faltered as your pussy milked him dry, and đđźđ§đ§đČđđČđđ«đąđ!đđđđšđ«đź came with a choked little whimper, humping through it all as the thump-thump-thumping behind him grew weaker and weaker
đđ nanami swore heâd keep things proper with the pretty baker next door. then he realized he couldnât keep his dick soft around you . . .
it started with cookies.
well, no. it started with the new neighbor. tall. blond. built like a man who definitely didnât need help moving boxes but did it anyway, sleeves rolled up, shirt slightly damp from the sun. youâd noticed him when you were watering your herb pots that morning. or more accurately, youâd noticed the little girl running around his front yard first, tiny and loud and dragging a stuffed bunny by one ear. she couldnât have been older than six. and then he stepped out behind her, speaking gently, his voice low and smooth, not a single hair out of place despite the heat.
he didnât smile, wave, or even glance in your direction.
so you knocked on his door with a smile, tupperware clutched in both hands, wearing a âworldâs okayest bakerâ hoodie and a pair of fuzzy slippers because you didnât expect to be judged for trying to be kind.
but he judged you anyway.
âhi,â you offered brightly when he answered, barely cracking the door open. âi live next door. thought iâd bring you guys something sweet.â
he looked at the cookies. then at you.
âthank you,â he said, polite but flat. âbut we donât eat much sugar.â
you blinked. âoh. well, your daughter might likeââ
âi donât let her eat things from strangers.â
you stood there for a beat too long.
then smiled again, tighter. âright. sure. yeah. that makes sense. wouldnât want her to get.. poisoned or whatever.â
he nodded once and shut the door gently. you turned on your heel and stomped back to your kitchen, muttering under your breath.
âoh, we donât eat sugar,â you mocked as you shoved a cookie in your mouth. âwe donât take things from strangers.â you opened your fridge too hard and a carton of eggs wobbled. âmaybe your daughter would cry less if she had a goddamn chocolate chip for once.â
you werenât mad. not really. just a little annoyed. okay, maybe salty, but only because the man had the audacity to look good and act like you were the problem. you tried to shrug it off.
except you kept seeing him. because well, he was your neighbor.
and worse: he was hot.
it was annoying.
he wore button-ups like they were tailored just for him. rolled his sleeves up when he mowed the lawn, muscles taut. when he jogged, his hair slicked back and his jaw clenched. you pretended not to look. he definitely didnât look at you.
until he did.
the first time he offered to carry your groceries, you almost dropped them. he appeared out of nowhere, halfway down the steps of his porch, watching you struggle with two bags of flour and a carton of eggs. you hesitated, still a little wounded by cookiegate, but handed them over.
âsure. thanks.â
he still didnât crack a smile. but he didnât look annoyed either.
you told him your name as he followed you inside. he set the bags down on your counter and repeated it under his breath. it sounded good coming from him. stupidly good.
âiâm nanami kento.â
figures. of course his name was handsome..
he left after that, as quietly as he came. you stood in your kitchen, staring at the counter like an idiot.
you didnât know it yet, but he was hard the entire time.
he hadnât expected you to be barefoot on the tile, your shirt slipping lazily off one shoulder, and those tiny shorts clinging to your thighs as you bent slightly to open the fridge. the smell of cinnamon and sugar made his mouth water, but for something that wasnât food.
he thought about you that night in the shower. tried not to, but he did. came faster than he meant to, head tilted back, biting down curses that sounded too much like your name. tried not to imagine the way your mouth wouldâve looked around himâ your tongue, your pretty little sounds. failed.
he told himself it would pass. it never did.
it only got worse.
he learned the hard way that he couldnât keep his dick soft around you.
he was already halfway hard one morning when he walked out to grab the paper and saw you leaning out your window to shake a towel loose. your tank top barely covering anything as you waved at him, smiling. he waved back stiffly and went inside to jerk off with a disgusted sigh.
you were ruining him.
and you had no idea.
because you just kept showing upâ dropping off extra banana bread, greeting his daughter with that soft, sweet smile, complimenting his tie one morning while licking strawberry jam off your fingers. you werenât doing it on purpose, or maybe you were.
either way, it was a losing game.
âyou always look at peopleâs hands like that?â he asked one day after heâd caught you staring longer than you shouldâve.
âno,â you answered, wide-eyed. âthey just.. stood out.â
he doesnât even know what you meant by that. only that he had to excuse himself a minute later because he couldnât walk around half-hard in his slacks with you standing five feet away in an apron and smirking.
he jerked off again that night. came so hard he almost blacked out, your name spilling from his lips between gasps. the guilt didnât sink in until after.
and yetâ he started opening the door more.
started waving first. started standing a little closer. you noticed, of course. and when you invited him to dinner one night after offering to bring over leftovers, he didnât say no.
his daughter had already gone to sleep when he let you inside. you handed him a plastic container of curry with a sheepish grin. âi made too much.â
âso youâre a baker and a chef?â
âchef is generous,â you laughed. âi burn pasta all the time. but i can make you a mean sourdough!â
he didnât laugh. but his mouth twitched. you considered that a win.
you stayed for dinner. then for the movie playing in his living room. it was quiet. just the two of you on the couch, the tv humming in the background, your head resting lazily against the cushion.
âkento,â you said after a while, voice soft, âwhy donât you ever smile?â
he shrugged. âi do.â
ânot around me.â
âiâm smiling now.â
âyouâre not.â
âthen maybe you should fix that.â he murmured.
your cheeks warmed. the room suddenly felt smaller. you shifted, knees brushing his. your hand landed on his thigh without thinking.
âyou make it hard to behave.â
you looked up. âwhat?â
his eyes dropped to your mouth, then your chest. his jaw flexed.
âyou know what youâre doing. all those looks. the touches. the cookies.â
âi was just being friendly.â
âyou stare at my hands like you want them between your thighs.â
your breath hitched. he was still calm. still steady. but his voice was rough now, barely under control.
âyou make me hard every damn day. i canât sleep. i canât think. all i see is you, walking around like you donât even know what youâre doing to me.â
his hand slid under your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip.
âi want to make you mine. make you my wife. but firstââ his voice dropped lower, eyes blazing, ââi need to see you fall apart.â
he kissed you. slow and deep, tongue teasing the corner of your mouth before claiming you fully. you moaned into it, fingers clawing at his shirt. he lifted you with ease, carried you down the hall, laid you on his bed like heâd fantasized about for weeks.
your clothes were gone in minutes. his followed.
his cock was thick, heavy, flushed dark and drooling against your stomach as he pressed in close, the heat of it made your whole body twitch, lashes fluttering up as he stared down at you.
âopen your legs,â he said, voice dark. âlet me see you.â
you obeyed without question, hips tilting. he groaned when he saw the mess between your folds, wet and sticky and so fucking needy.
âsuch a pretty girl,â he murmured, dragging his fingers through the slick that coats your pussy. âall this sweetness, and you give it to me.â
his mouth replaced his fingers without warning. tongue working you open slowly, then desperately, devouring your cunt like itâs his sole purpose in life. licking and sucking and spitting, loud and filthy, tongue flicking your clit until your moans go hoarse and your legs clamped around his shoulders, body arching into every suck.
two fingers stretched you open suddenly, thick and deep, curling hard against your walls. your fingers thread into his blond strands, tugging harshly.
âkento- f-fuck, ooh!â
âthatâs it. give it to me, sweetheart.â
he doesnât stop until your pussyâs soaked and twitching, clenching around nothing, dripping down your thighs and begging for more.
âneed your cock,â you gasped. âpleaseââ
he stood, dragging his hand over his cock, thumb swiping precum from the tip just to smear it down the shaft.
âoh, i know. youâve been teasing me for weeks, havenât you?â
he pressed the swollen head to your entrance, then paused.
âlook at me.â
your eyes met his, wide and already glassy.
âiâll take care of you.â
then he pushed in.
you cried out as he filled you inch by inch. he was big. way too big. your cunt struggled to take him, squeezing helplessly. he groaned above you, teeth gritted.
âfuck,â he hissed. âyouâre so tight. so wet. you were made for this.â
your moans were nonstop when he starts to move. long, hard thrusts that leave you gasping. your legs wrapped tight around his waist, keeping him trapped. each drag of his cock hits delicously, you felt so full. stuffed so perfectly you could barely breathe.
âyou want to be mine?â he whispered.
âyes- yesâ!â
âyou want this cock every night?â
âplease- kento, iâ!â
âthen say it. say you want to be my wife.â
âi do. i want to be yours, i want it all.â
he fucks you harder than before after that. your thighs were shaking uncontrollably. he grabs one, bends your knee back, forces you open so wide he gets the perfect view of the creamy mess building up on his cock with every stroke.
âgonna fill you up,â he growled. âyouâll take it, wonât you?â
you nod. whimpering, walls fluttering. your cunt clenching so tight he curses, slamming in deep and staying there.
âyouâll look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you.â
he groaned into your neck as he empties inside, warm seed flooding your hole. you trembled beneath him, overstimulated and soaking. his chest presses to yours as he kiss your forehead softly, breath still ragged.
âmine.â
this is an old draft of mines and i rlly liked this concept n thought nanami was perfect for it :D i wanna start posting more for other characters soon so lmk who i should do in the future <3
Touchy!Choso could never keep his hands to himself.
Touchy!Choso loved to make sure you were always close to him in some sort of way whether that was standing beside you, holding your waist, arm, finger, or whatever part of you he could get a hold of.
Touchy!Choso sometimes ends up on top of you by the end of the night. His large body practically smothered you causing you to wake up at random hours of the morning.
Touchy!Choso who if isn't lying on top of you, he had his face smushed into your chest and arms wrapped around your waist with a strong hold meant for reassurance and protection.
Touchy!Choso would actually physically whine whenever you tried to pull away from him or get up in the morning.
Touchy!Choso who couldn't imagine not being able to touch or be close to you, even for a few hours would make him upset.
