Artists - Lana Del Rey, Phoebe Bridgers, Clairo, Beabadoobee, PTV, PinkPantherss, Sza, Blood Orange, Tv Girl, Weezer, Paramore, Sleeping With Sirens, CAS, ok I dunno..
Shows/Movies - Jjk, Death Note, The Virgin Suicides, Speak, Sinners, Heated Rivalry, Aot, Abbott Elementary, Bottoms, But I’m a cheerleader, Saiki K, Blue Lock, 2 lazy to think of anything else💔
Hobbies - Drawing, Reading (mainly fanfics😈), Napping, Crying, Doomscrolling, hanging w friends when I’m not busy avoiding people 👀
personally, i don’t get when there’s an ‘x reader’ fic, but they give reader a name because “we don’t use y/n around here”. i thought the whole point of x reader fanfictions was to have y/n because it’s x READER not a random person
OK LISTEN. fratboy!eren x reader x nerd!min where they all hanging out together at reader’s house and somehow idk they “discover” armin still a virgin. eren sitting on the other side of the room giving instructions of what and how he should do it w/ reader. yeah.
a/n: :p im still practicing writing threesome fics/blurbs cause i've never rly done them before, so if you have any advice or critiques im all ears. hope this is good tho you freaks
c/w: unprotected sex, creampie, eren being a cocky teacher, threesome vibes, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (fem receiving), exhibitionism.
words: 1.7k
"come on, 'min, you can definitely do better than that."
in any other scenario, you would've thought that eren was just busting armin's chops for doing bad in a video game or trying to chug a bottle of beer at a party.
but in this scenario, where armin's head was in between your thighs, soft blond hair tickling your skin, you knew eren was busting his chops for a very, very different thing.
it all started when the three of you were hanging out and eren, being eren, got on the topic about what some girl had told him after he fucked her at a party. she said that he was the best she'd ever had, and you were very adamant that he was not telling the truth.
armin, on the other hand, was suspiciously silent.
you knew that armin had his nose in a book most of the time to deal with girls and you weren't going to judge him for his life choices. he was one of the best in his program, you were proud of him. it was eren that constantly teased him for his lack of experience.
eren and you had hooked up a few times in the past, an on again off again thing that neither of you were too excited to explore the underlying feelings that laid beneath all that lust for each other. and with a little convincing — and a lot of weed — he was able to convince you that you should help armin with his 'little problem.'
eren, ever the attentive friend he was, was sitting a little bit off to the side of the bed as he watched armin listen to his instructions about eating you out. and you would never admit it, but eren had good instructions, you were practically falling apart on armin's tongue.
a lewd moan left your lips when armin licked a long stripe up your cunt, his nose dipping in between your folds like he was trying to drown himself in you. when you looked down, you saw his glasses fogging up from the heat, you could barely see his bright blue eyes behind them.
"use a finger, or two, you got her wet enough," eren said simply, like he was discussing the weather. "middle and index, come on."
armin, as always, was a good student. two of his long fingers dipped to inadvertently tease your entrance. one of your hands came to tangle in his hair, slightly urging him to touch you, hole clenching around nothing. you could feel his breath on you, a shaky, tentative thing as he finally breached you, fingers curling as they pushed farther into your heat.
your head threw back against the pillow, the small of your back arching up when the tips of his fingers scratched against that soft, spongy part inside of you. armin was watching with wonder, cheeks burned a deep crimson as he pulled the fingers out and pushed them back in, eliciting the same reaction from you. your legs opened more, wanting to, no urging him to keep going.
"feels s'good," you whimpered, hoping that would spur him on to continue going. eren seemed incredibly pleased with himself, and you didn't miss the way that his hand came to palm his own clothed dick. the amount of restraint he had was actually a bit shocking to you, a testament to how dedicated he was to giving his best friend a good sex education. "keep going, please, armin."
"you heard her, keep going."
armin's ministrations got more confident the more he pushed and pulled his fingers out of you, pushing his hips against the mattress for a little bit of relief for himself. his tongue darted out again, the tip of it rolling against your clit before he reached his mouth down and sucked.
holy shit, you thought to yourself, other hand coming to join the other one in his hair. your toes curled, feeling the seeping tendrils of pleasure begin to erupt in your abdomen. you realized you were closer than you thought you were to your release, just a few more measly minutes and you would be putty in his hands.
wet smacking echoed in the room while armin increased his pace, tongue never leaving your clit in a way that was probably the dirtiest thing you've seen and felt in your entire life. you were so wet you didn't even need to finish for him to start fucking you, but eren wouldn't let armin stop until you did.
you were so close, right there, and when your eyes opened to see the display of armin practically making out with your pussy, you finally came. your legs squeezed around his head but armin didn't stop, it only pulled him closer to you while you road out your high with a moan of his name. "fuckfuckfuckfuck," you muttered, eyes squeezing shut enough to see stars.
he pulled his fingers out, giving your cunt another kiss before pulling away, watching the way that your chest heaved, a thin layer of sweat coating your entire body.
"was that good?" armin asked as if he didn't just make you have one of the best orgasms of your life. you wanted to laugh and ask him if he was joking, but his eyes were so wide behind his glasses you didn't, just giving him a nod as you tried to catch your breath.
"mhm, so good 'min," you said with another nod. "so good."
to the side, eren laughed, shaking his head. "i really didn't think you had it in you."
your hand came and smacked eren's arm, giving him a look. really?
instead of looking at you, eren kept his eyes on armin, noting the way his whole mouth and chin was dripping from your release. "you always make sure a girl cums before you fuck her, it's easier that way, and definitely hotter. right?"
armin nodded, shying away from eren's gaze and instead looking at you. he sat back on his heels and you saw his dick straining in his pants. you sat up on one elbow and pressed your hand to the outline of it, making him shiver. "can i?" armin asked, replacing your hand with his own. "only if you want?"
"yes," you said, not caring if you sounded too eager. you wanted to feel him, all of him, enough to where you thought you might die if he stopped there.
without even glancing over at eren, armin took some charge for himself, pulling down the waistband of his pants. his dick sprung from his pants, the tip hitting against his abdomen. your mouth watered at the sight, wanting nothing more than to put your mouth around him but armin was already moving on top of you, dick hitting your inner thigh.
he was eye level with you, caging you in with his arms. in one fluid motion, you felt his dick slide into you with little to no resistance from how wet he made you earlier. armin let out a loud groan, head falling forward into the crook of your neck.
"go a little slower at first so she adjusts," eren said, his voice wavering, palming at his dick again. when armin slowed his pace, making sure you felt every single inch of him sink into you, he hummed in approval. "yeah, good, make her crave it."
armin was trying so hard not to cum right then and there, and from the way his breathing became erratic, it was harder than he expected. you wouldn't blame him either, it was his first time, but he composed himself, using one of his hands to wrap your leg around his waist. he was buried to the hilt, watching the way your eyes began to glisten over.
his dick pulled out of you and he snapped his hips forward, earning a small mewl from your lips, hands gripping onto his sides to keep him close. armin liked the way it felt being wrapped inside of you, picking up his pace from hesitation to a slow, grueling rhythm. his abdomen grazed your clit with every thrust.
you wrapped your other leg around his waist, heels digging into his back while he continued thrusting in and out of you, pulling out all the way and sheathing back in. it was deep, feeling him press up against your cervix a few times made you jump. he faltered for a moment, eyes reaching yours in a silent check in. you nodded your head. "keep going, please, faster."
"you heard her, go faster, sit up so you can change the angle a bit," eren urged.
armin took the correction, sitting up on his knees, baring yourself to him. he pushed and pulled out with a new rhythm that felt punishing, dick scraping against your walls in the most delicious way.
you were shivering in his arms from pleasure, inner thighs trembling. his hand went to grip onto your breast, giving it a squeeze and rolling your nipple in between his fingers.
he was growing incredibly more confident the more you responded to what he was doing to you, his hip bones smacked against yours while his arms pulled your lower half up to the point where you were practically half up from the bed, using the leverage to hit your g-spot.
"armin," you moaned, reaching down to rub at your own clit. "i'm so close, fuck." your walls clenched around his dick like you were trying to keep him there forever. armin's hand replaced your own, a very fast learner, pushing you over the edge of your release once again.
you practically sobbed at the feeling, spasming around him when his thrusts became much more desperate, trying to reach the same conclusion as you were. a few more thrusts and he was cumming, a low pitched moan leaving his pink lips, collapsing on top of you.
eventually, he pulled out, watching the way his hot, sticky release fell down your hole, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. the sound of eren shifting took you out of your daze, turning your head to the side. he was shifting along the bed, practically pushing armin to the side.
"that was hotter than expected," he admitted, hair falling onto his forehead. "think you can cum again around me?"
oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breath during smex!
sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((
“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.
“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.
nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.
he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.
one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breath whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(
“baby, baby. breathhh.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.
“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”
you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.
the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.
“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.
Synopsis: WorkHusband!Nanami handles your teasing in the printing room.
CONTENT WARNING: Nanami talks you through it, Nanami praises you, pet names (baby & sweetheart), making out, fingering, buildup, teasing, porn w/ a lil plot if you squint. (Ok thats all)
w/c: 3.1k
a/n: First fanfic kinda nervy feel free to give constructive criticism in the comments if you’d like to! (Not really proofread💔)
Happy Birthday Dada Nanami miss u everyday🥹🎂🎉
WorkHusband!Nanami Who you spend a little more time getting ready for in the mornings. Purposely leaving lingering touches here and there when handing him some files. Bringing him coffee almost every morning to get a chance to talk to him. Practically sprinting to the break room whenever you catch his silhouette through the frosted windows across the office. Bending over a little bit more than necessary to pick up a pen you had ‘accidentally’ dropped. Sure, your 9-to-5 was miserable, but seeing him made it somewhat bearable. Hell, you actually looked forward to work. You lived for teasing him, and it was working. Slowly, but surely.
Nanami was a composed and unyielding man. Same routine every day: impeccable grooming, a workspace meticulously tidy and coordinated, and a perfectly creased tan business suit with his signature yellow tie and blue button-up. But the mask started to slip.
Gradually, you'd catch his voice hitch whenever fluttering your lashes looking up at him, cleavage right in his line of sight thanks to the extra button you'd undone before approaching. Stealing quick glimpses when you're bent over ridiculously farther than needed picking up miscellaneous items. Nervous twitches in his jaw and shallow breathing whenever the two of you were alone in the elevator… Perfect.
“What floor?” He speaks up.
“Oh, same as yours.” You say back, catching the glowing 28 he'd already pressed.
“Alright”
You can't help but stare at the veins running up his hands disappearing up his sleeve, feeling heat creep between your legs. Catch yourself getting distracted, then snap out of it. This is the perfect chance to make your intentions known.
“Keeping busy today, or is it a bit slower for you?”You blurt out, not knowing where to start.
“Pretty steady, not as much of a workload as last week though.” He huffs the last part out. “And you?”
Remembering last week when you and many other coworkers had to stay overtime almost every day. The flashback brings back the excitement you'd felt when you were able to see him for longer than usual. His loosened tie, effortlessly tousled hair from running his fingers through it, shoulders tense from exhaustion, wishing you could rub his shoulders and kiss up his neck and..
Your name broke you out of your chain of thought. Shit. You were staring.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, sorry, just thinking about last week.” You sputter out. “Same here though, nothing more, nothing less.”
“Hm”. The blonde man hummed.
Floor 18. Ok, you have time, considering the fact that this elevator is slow as hell; you can turn the conversation around. But to what?
The elevator dings, three more people sliding in, causing you to shift over to Nanamis' side. Score.
As soon as your right arm makes contact and gently presses into his left, you immediately hear his breath shift to shorter, somewhat like puffs. You glance up just as he redirects his gaze to you, and both of you shoot each other an apologetic look. After riding in silence for a minute or two, the elevator stops again, the others sliding back off the elevator at floor 22, leaving you two alone once again. Wanting to test your luck, you stay pressed to Nanamis' side. Not crowding, but existing.
His strong yet subtle cologne overwhelms your senses, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't turning you on. Before you get distracted again, you decide to take action. Turning to the tall gentleman pressing your breasts right into his arm, not forcing and giving him enough space to move if he wanted. Which he didn't.
“You're making my head spin quite a bit.” You deliver with a softer, more suggestive tone.
“Excuse me?” He says, turning his attention down as he talks to you. His eyes twitch in a way you would've missed if you weren't paying such close attention to him.
“Your cologne, I mean.” You say lightly, but still keeping the same sultry tone you had before.
Holding strong eye contact, there's a pause- one that's speaking for his pants fitting a bit tighter by the minute.
“Oh, thanks.” He muttered. Glancing down at your exposed cleavage, a bit of your red lace bra peeking out, before darting his eyes back up to meet yours. Flashing him a smile, looking up at him through your lashes, was enough for him to awkwardly grimace back and quickly look away with a tent growing in his slacks.
There.
There it was, the green light you've been waiting for. It was finally time to take that inch and make it a mile.
With the elevator reaching floor 28 and dinging, you guys go your separate ways. Walking to your desk, brainstorming ways to crack his composure, you catch a glimpse of him briskly walking straight to the bathroom, passing his own desk on the way. Weird.
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You knew you'd finally caught Nanami off-guard with how bold you were with your teasing in the elevator, but you hadn't thought it was this bad.
You felt as if he were purposely avoiding you. At the rare chance you caught him alone and attempted to spark up a conversation, he would coldly dismiss the conversation as quickly as he could, or dryly respond if you wouldn't take the hint and continue talking. Other than that, it was almost as if he didn't work there at all. You never saw him in the break room, didn't catch him in the elevator, and if you were lucky, you would catch a glimpse of him at meetings before he practically rushed out after you all were dismissed. It was outright frustrating; how were you supposed to chase someone you never saw?
Sulking at your desk, you glance at the time in the corner of your computer screen. 2:26.
“You're fucking joking.” You mutter under your breath.
The day has been so incredibly slow; your boss had you running all kinds of errands around the building, which has run you down extra fast. And to make matters worse, you've only run into Nanami once so far today, you hope, and it was the quickest interaction between the two of you in the past week!
You'd been alone in the break room to grab a quick cup of coffee. Hearing the door open behind you, you turn around, seeing none other than Nanami. Locking eyes with him, you shoot him a quick smile before turning back to the coffee machine, trying to quickly think of what to say, internally panicking. Turning to the fridge, Nanami is currently grabbing a water out of it, a couple of paces to your right.
“Hey!” You say, trying not to seem too happy to see him, though you were.
“Hi.” He responds in a monotonous tone.
“Been a while, anything new going on?” You start conversationally.
“Nothing, just busy.” He states bluntly.
“Oh, same.” You croak back, almost hurt from his dismissive tone.
He lingers for a beat, almost looking like he was going to say something, before flashing you a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, but there's something else there you can feel, before turning on his heel and exiting.
Daydreaming about the interaction, a sharp knock on the side of your cubicle snaps you out of it abruptly.
“Boss wants some new copies picked up from the printing room; you busy?” A coworker you're quite familiar with questions.
“Yeah, I got it. I don't really have anything right now.” Accepting, you get up and make your long trek to the printing room.
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The printing room is quite far from the main workspace, down a long hallway with empty meeting rooms and random bathrooms scattered here and there. Finally arriving there and opening the door, you see a tall blonde man in a tan suit sorting paper into assorted folders in the far corner. Your breath catches; you don't expect to see anyone, let alone him.
Taking action almost immediately, you head over to the printer right next to the table he's standing at, not before unbuttoning a button or two.
Not wanting to make it seem like you're forcing a conversation on him, you start to collect the papers you were sent to get.
After a couple of minutes passed with papers shuffling being the only sound, you decide to break the silence.
“Do you mind if I grab the stapler?”
“What? Oh yeah, of course.” He stutters.
As he steps back, you play out the same scenario like you always do around him. Shuffling over and reaching to the far end of the table, making sure to arch your back a little, you make sure to “struggle” to hold that position longer than necessary. You finally decide to grab the stapler, about to stand back up when-
“Fuckk.” You hear almost a breathless whisper come from behind you. You stand up straight and turn to him.
“Sorry, what was that?” You say innocently, though you heard him clear as day.
“You doing that on purpose sweetheart?” He gruffs out.
The term of endearment sits low in your stomach, along with something else.
“Doing what?” Replying obliviously, knowing damn well what you're doing.
“Ohh c'monn.” He practically purrs, stepping closer, crowding you against the table.
Stepping back, your lower back pressed into the table. You gaze upwards, longingly into the blonde's eyes, then back at the unlocked door anxiously.
The heat of the moment drags your attention away as he steps closer, placing his right hand on the table, almost leaning over you, breath mingling with yours, eyes darting around your face and lower.
“You really think I wouldn't notice a pretty girl like you practically begging for my attention?” His sight shoots from your chest to your lips, then back to your eyes, eye contact intensifying.
The compliment makes the heat between your legs more conspicuous. Your breaths begin to shorten with the proximity of the two of you.
“I-”
He cuts you off with an abrupt kiss. The two of your mouths crash together almost bruisingly. A mess of tongues fighting for dominance, clashing of teeth, with a taste of iron, neither one of you knowing whose, and neither of you caring. His left hand sneaking its way around your waist, supporting his weight with the right. Whilst your hands tangle into his hair, making a mess of it. You both pull away, gasping for air, foreheads pressed together, close enough for a string of saliva to hang between your mouths.
“Holy shit.” You breathe out breathlessly. Because holy shi, the “hot coworker” you've been chasing for nearly two months nearly swallowed you whole and has his hard-on pressed into your leg.
“Yeah, holy shit, you've been driving me insane. I've had to start taking more bathroom breaks to rub one out; you make me feel like a prepubescent teenager. It's crazy.” He confesses.
Feeling prideful knowing your hard work paid off, and giggling at the last part, you feel a spark of confidence to tease him.
“Oh really? I bet you wanted me realll bad.” You purr in almost a whisper, trailing your hands down his traps to his shoulders.
“Damn right baby.” He practically groans.
“Then show me.” You whisper directly into his ear.
In an instant, he's trailing hot, tongue-heavy kisses up your neck onto your jaw, moving his hands down to grab and fondle your thighs, lifting you, moving you onto the table, papers long forgotten. Your barely appropriate pencil skirt is riding up, exposing your lace panties, already transparent from your heat.
Moving back to your mouth, after finishing marking your neck, he meets you with a deep kiss. Different from before, not fighting for dominance but asserting. He explores your mouth with his tongue, almost as if he's trying to memorize it. Tangling with yours while you let out little whines the deeper the kiss gets. Surprisingly, he's being more vocal than you thought he'd be, groaning deeply into your mouth. The sound gives you a rush of arousal; letting out a particularly loud whine, you force your legs to close in on him by accident.
“Feeling needy, aren't we?” He says into your mouth. In response, you slide your hands up to tangle your fingers in the hair resting at his nape, pulling him even closer to the point where you feel his bulge press right into where you need him most. Your hips twitch forward at the contact, letting out a pornographic moan into his mouth. You start to slowly rutt your hips into his in a slow grind, giving the exact contact you both are currently desperate for.
“Hmm. Just like baby.” He groans, pulling you flush against him. “Tell me what you need.” Nanami questions, kissing until he finds the sensitive spot right beneath your ear.
“Y-you Kento…” You gasp out. Hearing your response, he moves his right hand to the small of your back, sliding his left between your legs to feel the effect he's had on you.
“All this ‘f me?” He breathes out, looking deeply into your eyes. Flustered, you nod, moving his hand from your thigh up to your now-soaked panties. “Fuckk, is this alright?” He groans, jaw going slack, running his fingers up and down your slit through your undergarment and applying perfect pressure, making you see stars.
“Yes, of course— ngh, more than ok… Fuck.” You practically moan out, nodding profusely. Teasing more, he continues his torturous pace till he's satisfied. It's only been a minute or two since he started this, and you're a whining, shaking mess. “P-please… I can't, f-fuck.” You mumble out.
Taking the hint, Nanami finally decided to move your panties to the side. Revealing your wet folds, clit twitching and sensitive from the cool air, hole empty and clenching around nothing. Now running his fingers between your folds, gathering your slick, he brings his fingers to your mouth. “Open.” He gruffs out. Jaw dropping immediately, he slips his fingers in. You begin to suck his fingers, moaning around them, tasting yourself on them while looking him dead in the eye, seeing a darkness bloom behind them.
“Good girl.” He praises, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva following. Moving his hand back between your legs, he begins teasing your hole, gently pushing the tip of his middle finger in, before pulling it back out. Grip tightening on his shoulders, and legs wrapping around his waist, you can't do anything but whimper due to the feeling of his pattern being dizzying. Finally, he pushes in the first finger. If it weren't for Nanami grounding you by moving his right hand to your thigh, subconsciously tracing circles, you'd be shaking terribly. You feel so full from one finger alone because his hands are so large; you wonder how it'd ever be possible to take his cock.
He sets a steady pace of dragging his finger in and out of your cunt before curling it upwards, hitting that perfect spot that makes your head spin. You lurch forward to bite into his neck, muffling your moan that's almost loud enough to get the two of you caught. He slides his ring finger in alongside his middle finger, the stretch burning better than you could imagine. His hot breath fanned on your neck, sending shivers down your spine; you feel him everywhere. “Mhhm.. Right there, don't— ngh — don't stop.” You manage to pant out between moans.
“You're doing so good for me, baby. You almost there, or do you need me to talk you through it?” He whispers directly into your ear, with an almost condescending tone. Getting his answer by feeling you clench around his fingers, he flashes you a cocky ass smirk. “You like that, don't you?” He coos out before darting his eyes to your chest, which is rapidly falling up and down, almost daring him to touch it. And he does exactly that, diving his head down to suck marks on your exposed chest, thanks to the buttons you'd undone when seeing him.
Getting lost between the squelching noises of him rapidly moving his fingers in and out of your cunt, and your breathless moans, he moves his thumb to apply the pressure you so desperately need onto your clit. “Fuck! I— I'm almost there. Please.” You whine, pleading, almost begging at this point. The coil in your lower abdomen is building up so quickly from his voice alone that you can't take it. “Kento… I need to.. Please— ngh fuck— just kiss me.” Now you're begging, and you can't seem to care; you just need to cum so bad.
Without a second thought, he looks up from sucking a particularly dark mark on your upper breast, eyes darker than you've ever seen them, before crashing his mouth into yours. It's messy, messier than before. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan into his mouth. Swallowing your moan, he pulls away by just a hair.
“You're so beautiful, that's it, cum for me, sweetheart.” He says to your lips.
That was all you needed to hear before the coil in your stomach snapped, orgasm crashing over you. Hands slamming behind you onto the table, throwing your head back, his name falling off your lips like a prayer. He worked you through it, slowing his pace bit by bit before you were pushing his hand away due to overstimulation. Slowly pulling his fingers out, being careful not to hurt you, he brings them up to his mouth. Sucking them greedily while groaning.
Coming down from your high, you pull him into a sloppy kiss by his collar, tasting yourself on his tongue. The kiss is not aggressive but more like you're trying to savor the moment. Pulling back, your breaths still mingling, you look down and notice his cock has only gotten harder. Attempting to move your hand down towards it, he gently grabs your wrist and stops you.
Looking up at him in confusion, he meets your eyes. “Don't you want me to help you with that?” You question, genuinely wanting to get your hands on him.
“That's for another time, baby. I don't think you're quite ready for that.” He says with a smile, then reaches behind you to grab a couple of tissues to clean you up. Being cautious not to hurt you, he wipes between your folds, the material not being the most soothing but getting the job done. After moving your panties back into place, buttoning up your shirt, and helping you off the table, he finally leans back in for one last deep kiss. Pulling back slightly with your foreheads still connected.
“You owe me one.” He mutters, with no real serious intention.
“I guess I do.” You say back with a smile, before grabbing the papers you were initially sent for and turning on your heel to exit.
Ok I can’t read this otherwise I’ll cringe😭 But lmk what you think and if you don’t want to comment plz leave a like so ik if you like it!
Synopsis: WorkHusband!Nanami handles your teasing in the printing room.
CONTENT WARNING: Nanami talks you through it, Nanami praises you, pet names (baby & sweetheart), making out, fingering, buildup, teasing, porn w/ a lil plot if you squint. (Ok thats all)
w/c: 3.1k
a/n: First fanfic kinda nervy feel free to give constructive criticism in the comments if you’d like to! (Not really proofread💔)
Happy Birthday Dada Nanami miss u everyday🥹🎂🎉
WorkHusband!Nanami Who you spend a little more time getting ready for in the mornings. Purposely leaving lingering thoughts touches here and there when handing him some files. Bringing him coffee almost every morning to get a chance to talk to him. Practically sprinting to the break room whenever you catch his silhouette through the frosted windows across the office. Bending over a little bit more than necessary to pick up a pen you had ‘accidentally’ dropped. Sure, your 9-to-5 was miserable, but seeing him made it somewhat bearable. Hell, you actually looked forward to work. You lived for teasing him, and it was working. Slowly, but surely.
Nanami was a composed and unyielding man. Same routine every day: impeccable grooming, a workspace meticulously tidy and coordinated, and a perfectly creased tan business suit with his signature yellow tie and blue button-up. But the mask started to slip.
Gradually, you'd catch his voice hitch whenever fluttering your lashes looking up at him, cleavage right in his line of sight thanks to the extra button you'd undone before approaching. Stealing quick glimpses when you're bent over ridiculously farther than needed picking up miscellaneous items. Nervous twitches in his jaw and shallow breathing whenever the two of you were alone in the elevator… Perfect.
“What floor?” He speaks up.
“Oh, same as yours.” You say back, catching the glowing 28 he'd already pressed.
“Alright”
You can't help but stare at the veins running up his hands disappearing up his sleeve, feeling heat creep between your legs. Catch yourself getting distracted, then snap out of it. This is the perfect chance to make your intentions known.
“Keeping busy today, or is it a bit slower for you?”You blurt out, not knowing where to start.
“Pretty steady, not as much of a workload as last week though.” He huffs the last part out. “And you?”
Remembering last week when you and many other coworkers had to stay overtime almost every day. The flashback brings back the excitement you'd felt when you were able to see him for longer than usual. His loosened tie, effortlessly tousled hair from running his fingers through it, shoulders tense from exhaustion, wishing you could rub his shoulders and kiss up his neck and..
Your name broke you out of your chain of thought. Shit. You were staring.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, sorry, just thinking about last week.” You sputter out. “Same here though, nothing more, nothing less.”
“Hm”. The blonde man hummed.
Floor 18. Ok, you have time, considering the fact that this elevator is slow as hell; you can turn the conversation around. But to what?
The elevator dings, three more people sliding in, causing you to shift over to Nanamis' side. Score.
As soon as your right arm makes contact and gently presses into his left, you immediately hear his breath shift to shorter, somewhat like puffs. You glance up just as he redirects his gaze to you, and both of you shoot each other an apologetic look. After riding in silence for a minute or two, the elevator stops again, the others sliding back off the elevator at floor 22, leaving you two alone once again. Wanting to test your luck, you stay pressed to Nanamis' side. Not crowding, but existing.
His strong yet subtle cologne overwhelms your senses, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't turning you on. Before you get distracted again, you decide to take action. Turning to the tall gentleman pressing your breasts right into his arm, not forcing and giving him enough space to move if he wanted. Which he didn't.
“You're making my head spin quite a bit.” You deliver with a softer, more suggestive tone.
“Excuse me?” He says, turning his attention down as he talks to you. His eyes twitch in a way you would've missed if you weren't paying such close attention to him.
“Your cologne, I mean.” You say lightly, but still keeping the same sultry tone you had before.
Holding strong eye contact, there's a pause- one that's speaking for his pants fitting a bit tighter by the minute.
“Oh, thanks.” He muttered. Glancing down at your exposed cleavage, a bit of your red lace bra peeking out, before darting his eyes back up to meet yours. Flashing him a smile, looking up at him through your lashes, was enough for him to awkwardly grimace back and quickly look away with a tent growing in his slacks.
There.
There it was, the green light you've been waiting for. It was finally time to take that inch and make it a mile.
With the elevator reaching floor 28 and dinging, you guys go your separate ways. Walking to your desk, brainstorming ways to crack his composure, you catch a glimpse of him briskly walking straight to the bathroom, passing his own desk on the way. Weird.
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You knew you'd finally caught Nanami off-guard with how bold you were with your teasing in the elevator, but you hadn't thought it was this bad.
You felt as if he were purposely avoiding you. At the rare chance you caught him alone and attempted to spark up a conversation, he would coldly dismiss the conversation as quickly as he could, or dryly respond if you wouldn't take the hint and continue talking. Other than that, it was almost as if he didn't work there at all. You never saw him in the break room, didn't catch him in the elevator, and if you were lucky, you would catch a glimpse of him at meetings before he practically rushed out after you all were dismissed. It was outright frustrating; how were you supposed to chase someone you never saw?
Sulking at your desk, you glance at the time in the corner of your computer screen. 2:26.
“You're fucking joking.” You mutter under your breath.
The day has been so incredibly slow; your boss had you running all kinds of errands around the building, which has run you down extra fast. And to make matters worse, you've only run into Nanami once so far today, you hope, and it was the quickest interaction between the two of you in the past week!
You'd been alone in the break room to grab a quick cup of coffee. Hearing the door open behind you, you turn around, seeing none other than Nanami. Locking eyes with him, you shoot him a quick smile before turning back to the coffee machine, trying to quickly think of what to say, internally panicking. Turning to the fridge, Nanami is currently grabbing a water out of it, a couple of paces to your right.
“Hey!” You say, trying not to seem too happy to see him, though you were.
“Hi.” He responds in a monotonous tone.
“Been a while, anything new going on?” You start conversationally.
“Nothing, just busy.” He states bluntly.
“Oh, same.” You croak back, almost hurt from his dismissive tone.
He lingers for a beat, almost looking like he was going to say something, before flashing you a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, but there's something else there you can feel, before turning on his heel and exiting.
Daydreaming about the interaction, a sharp knock on the side of your cubicle snaps you out of it abruptly.
“Boss wants some new copies picked up from the printing room; you busy?” A coworker you're quite familiar with questions.
“Yeah, I got it. I don't really have anything right now.” Accepting, you get up and make your long trek to the printing room.
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The printing room is quite far from the main workspace, down a long hallway with empty meeting rooms and random bathrooms scattered here and there. Finally arriving there and opening the door, you see a tall blonde man in a tan suit sorting paper into assorted folders in the far corner. Your breath catches; you don't expect to see anyone, let alone him.
Taking action almost immediately, you head over to the printer right next to the table he's standing at, not before unbuttoning a button or two.
Not wanting to make it seem like you're forcing a conversation on him, you start to collect the papers you were sent to get.
After a couple of minutes passed with papers shuffling being the only sound, you decide to break the silence.
“Do you mind if I grab the stapler?”
“What? Oh yeah, of course.” He stutters.
As he steps back, you play out the same scenario like you always do around him. Shuffling over and reaching to the far end of the table, making sure to arch your back a little, you make sure to “struggle” to hold that position longer than necessary. You finally decide to grab the stapler, about to stand back up when-
“Fuckk.” You hear almost a breathless whisper come from behind you. You stand up straight and turn to him.
“Sorry, what was that?” You say innocently, though you heard him clear as day.
“You doing that on purpose sweetheart?” He gruffs out.
The term of endearment sits low in your stomach, along with something else.
“Doing what?” Replying obliviously, knowing damn well what you're doing.
“Ohh c'monn.” He practically purrs, stepping closer, crowding you against the table.
Stepping back, your lower back pressed into the table. You gaze upwards, longingly into the blonde's eyes, then back at the unlocked door anxiously.
The heat of the moment drags your attention away as he steps closer, placing his right hand on the table, almost leaning over you, breath mingling with yours, eyes darting around your face and lower.
“You really think I wouldn't notice a pretty girl like you practically begging for my attention?” His sight shoots from your chest to your lips, then back to your eyes, eye contact intensifying.
The compliment makes the heat between your legs more conspicuous. Your breaths begin to shorten with the proximity of the two of you.
“I-”
He cuts you off with an abrupt kiss. The two of your mouths crash together almost bruisingly. A mess of tongues fighting for dominance, clashing of teeth, with a taste of iron, neither one of you knowing whose, and neither of you caring. His left hand sneaking its way around your waist, supporting his weight with the right. Whilst your hands tangle into his hair, making a mess of it. You both pull away, gasping for air, foreheads pressed together, close enough for a string of saliva to hang between your mouths.
“Holy shit.” You breathe out breathlessly. Because holy shi, the “hot coworker” you've been chasing for nearly two months nearly swallowed you whole and has his hard-on pressed into your leg.
“Yeah, holy shit, you've been driving me insane. I've had to start taking more bathroom breaks to rub one out; you make me feel like a prepubescent teenager. It's crazy.” He confesses.
Feeling prideful knowing your hard work paid off, and giggling at the last part, you feel a spark of confidence to tease him.
“Oh really? I bet you wanted me realll bad.” You purr in almost a whisper, trailing your hands down his traps to his shoulders.
“Damn right baby.” He practically groans.
“Then show me.” You whisper directly into his ear.
In an instant, he's trailing hot, tongue-heavy kisses up your neck onto your jaw, moving his hands down to grab and fondle your thighs, lifting you, moving you onto the table, papers long forgotten. Your barely appropriate pencil skirt is riding up, exposing your lace panties, already transparent from your heat.
Moving back to your mouth, after finishing marking your neck, he meets you with a deep kiss. Different from before, not fighting for dominance but asserting. He explores your mouth with his tongue, almost as if he's trying to memorize it. Tangling with yours while you let out little whines the deeper the kiss gets. Surprisingly, he's being more vocal than you thought he'd be, groaning deeply into your mouth. The sound gives you a rush of arousal; letting out a particularly loud whine, you force your legs to close in on him by accident.
“Feeling needy, aren't we?” He says into your mouth. In response, you slide your hands up to tangle your fingers in the hair resting at his nape, pulling him even closer to the point where you feel his bulge press right into where you need him most. Your hips twitch forward at the contact, letting out a pornographic moan into his mouth. You start to slowly rutt your hips into his in a slow grind, giving the exact contact you both are currently desperate for.
“Hmm. Just like baby.” He groans, pulling you flush against him. “Tell me what you need.” Nanami questions, kissing until he finds the sensitive spot right beneath your ear.
“Y-you Kento…” You gasp out. Hearing your response, he moves his right hand to the small of your back, sliding his left between your legs to feel the effect he's had on you.
“All this ‘f me?” He breathes out, looking deeply into your eyes. Flustered, you nod, moving his hand from your thigh up to your now-soaked panties. “Fuckk, is this alright?” He groans, jaw going slack, running his fingers up and down your slit through your undergarment and applying perfect pressure, making you see stars.
“Yes, of course— ngh, more than ok… Fuck.” You practically moan out, nodding profusely. Teasing more, he continues his torturous pace till he's satisfied. It's only been a minute or two since he started this, and you're a whining, shaking mess. “P-please… I can't, f-fuck.” You mumble out.
Taking the hint, Nanami finally decided to move your panties to the side. Revealing your wet folds, clit twitching and sensitive from the cool air, hole empty and clenching around nothing. Now running his fingers between your folds, gathering your slick, he brings his fingers to your mouth. “Open.” He gruffs out. Jaw dropping immediately, he slips his fingers in. You begin to suck his fingers, moaning around them, tasting yourself on them while looking him dead in the eye, seeing a darkness bloom behind them.
“Good girl.” He praises, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva following. Moving his hand back between your legs, he begins teasing your hole, gently pushing the tip of his middle finger in, before pulling it back out. Grip tightening on his shoulders, and legs wrapping around his waist, you can't do anything but whimper due to the feeling of his pattern being dizzying. Finally, he pushes in the first finger. If it weren't for Nanami grounding you by moving his right hand to your thigh, subconsciously tracing circles, you'd be shaking terribly. You feel so full from one finger alone because his hands are so large; you wonder how it'd ever be possible to take his cock.
He sets a steady pace of dragging his finger in and out of your cunt before curling it upwards, hitting that perfect spot that makes your head spin. You lurch forward to bite into his neck, muffling your moan that's almost loud enough to get the two of you caught. He slides his ring finger in alongside his middle finger, the stretch burning better than you could imagine. His hot breath fanned on your neck, sending shivers down your spine; you feel him everywhere. “Mhhm.. Right there, don't— ngh — don't stop.” You manage to pant out between moans.
“You're doing so good for me, baby. You almost there, or do you need me to talk you through it?” He whispers directly into your ear, with an almost condescending tone. Getting his answer by feeling you clench around his fingers, he flashes you a cocky ass smirk. “You like that, don't you?” He coos out before darting his eyes to your chest, which is rapidly falling up and down, almost daring him to touch it. And he does exactly that, diving his head down to suck marks on your exposed chest, thanks to the buttons you'd undone when seeing him.
Getting lost between the squelching noises of him rapidly moving his fingers in and out of your cunt, and your breathless moans, he moves his thumb to apply the pressure you so desperately need onto your clit. “Fuck! I— I'm almost there. Please.” You whine, pleading, almost begging at this point. The coil in your lower abdomen is building up so quickly from his voice alone that you can't take it. “Kento… I need to.. Please— ngh fuck— just kiss me.” Now you're begging, and you can't seem to care; you just need to cum so bad.
Without a second thought, he looks up from sucking a particularly dark mark on your upper breast, eyes darker than you've ever seen them, before crashing his mouth into yours. It's messy, messier than before. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan into his mouth. Swallowing your moan, he pulls away by just a hair.
“You're so beautiful, that's it, cum for me, sweetheart.” He says to your lips.
That was all you needed to hear before the coil in your stomach snapped, orgasm crashing over you. Hands slamming behind you onto the table, throwing your head back, his name falling off your lips like a prayer. He worked you through it, slowing his pace bit by bit before you were pushing his hand away due to overstimulation. Slowly pulling his fingers out, being careful not to hurt you, he brings them up to his mouth. Sucking them greedily while groaning.
Coming down from your high, you pull him into a sloppy kiss by his collar, tasting yourself on his tongue. The kiss is not aggressive but more like you're trying to savor the moment. Pulling back, your breaths still mingling, you look down and notice his cock has only gotten harder. Attempting to move your hand down towards it, he gently grabs your wrist and stops you.
Looking up at him in confusion, he meets your eyes. “Don't you want me to help you with that?” You question, genuinely wanting to get your hands on him.
“That's for another time, baby. I don't think you're quite ready for that.” He says with a smile, then reaches behind you to grab a couple of tissues to clean you up. Being cautious not to hurt you, he wipes between your folds, the material not being the most soothing but getting the job done. After moving your panties back into place, buttoning up your shirt, and helping you off the table, he finally leans back in for one last deep kiss. Pulling back slightly with your foreheads still connected.
“You owe me one.” He mutters, with no real serious intention.
“I guess I do.” You say back with a smile, before grabbing the papers you were initially sent for and turning on your heel to exit.
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