and if i said i had a longer butch! nanami series in the works what would we have to say about that… hypothetically of course. also im required by law to include dry-humping in every fic #sorry
cw. butch! nanami x fem! reader... free use & a ridiculous amount of smut meowwww
your morning starts as almost all of them do. perched on the kitchen counter while your girlfriend, nanami makes breakfast. she talks you through your plan for the day, hand-feeding you the fresh fruit she cut for you. her defined muscles twist as she whisks the pancake batter.
“are ya even listening to me, pretty baby?” nanami questions as she catches you staring at her. “always, just love watching you take care of me,” you reply with a smile. your tone makes her heart soar; she adores providing for you.
nanami’s entire existence is catered to your needs, your wants, and your desires. so why would that not extend to your sexual needs as well? her desire to be of free use to you has been mentioned on several different occasions, and this morning is no different. “i just want to make you feel good, angel, anytime and anywhere,” she explains, hands bracing against the counter by your hips. her lips trail up the column of your neck.
“I know, sweetheart, i’m just a little nervous,” you explain. arms are slung around her neck, basking in the attention she is always giving you. “pinkie promise you will take what you need.” she pulls away from you to look into your eyes. her pinky finger pointed towards you, awaiting your curl around hers. the tension makes your stomach flip. “pinkie promise.”
she grins, leaning in to kiss you. warm and gentle, just like the slow mornings you spend together. you pull away, and she whines, eyes reluctantly opening to stare at you. “you know what i really want?” you tease. her ears perk up. “anything” she replies so quickly she’s stumbling through the words. “for you to finish making breakfast.” you grin. " yes, ma’am”
later that evening, watching the new show you’ve been talking about all week, legs tangled in her lap. she mindlessly traces her name onto the soft skin. the feeling makes you smile, eyes peeling away from the TV to her warm figure next to you. “are you bored, angel?” she frowns. “never; i love being near you.”
your foot hovers over the crotch of her pants, gently brushing against her. her hips stutter as her head hits the back of the sofa. “hmm— guess you don’t need something to do then.” you tease. her face flushes as she turns to you. “actually now that you mention it, i’m feeling quite bored.”
sitting up to straddle nanami, swinging your thigh around her. her rough hands slip under your shirt, exploring the warm skin as you lean down to kiss her. she whines against your lips as your nails sink into the muscle of her shoulders. she’s so noisy, and it only spurs you on. grinding against her faster, her hips bucking up to meet yours. god, nanami loves when you use her.
it’s past midnight when she finally drags you to the bathroom to get ready for bed. nanami is standing between your legs, doing your skincare. the focused look on her face makes you smile. being with her means never lifting a finger. “nanami?” you murmur. she hums in response, awaiting your question.
you feel the heat radiating off her body, the warm comfort of her cologne melting onto your skin. the bottle of cleanser is sat next to your thigh on the counter.“c’mon say it, i can tell something is distracting you pretty angel.” she whispers against you, leaving gentle kisses all over your face, hovering just over your lips. the sweet affection makes you regain your confidence.
“get on your knees for me, baby. i need your mouth on me.” nanami is already groaning as she sinks to her knees in front of you. she leaves fleeting kisses against the warm skin of your thighs. your hands immediately fly to her hair. just hearing your sweet voice, comfortable enough to ask her for exactly what you want, is making her painfully wet.
nanami kisses you through your dark blue panties, the ones she bought for you last week. a dark spot appears right where her lips meet you. using her hair to guide you where you need her, setting the pace. she follows, placing one last kiss on her favorite panties before she pulls them to the side. she licks up all of your slick dripping down; you’re so wet for her. she groans against you; the deep vibration of her voice only stirs you on as you grind against her. “more please.” she listens, of course, circling her finger against your clit. “good boy.” you moan. she whimpers against you again.“yes baby i’m always your good boy.”
you’re cumming so hard around her you’re shivering. “such a sweet girl, did so good for me.” she kisses the bruises she’s left all over you thighs. “lets get you cleaned up and ready for bed angel.” she runs the sink water warm, you slump against her as she rubs you down with the towel. “my messy girl” she smiles as she carries you bridal style into your bedroom.
softly falling asleep as nanami hums while turning the lights off. the gentle whoosh of the curtains being closed as she walks back towards your bed. she curls into bed behind you, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. she always falls asleep better knowing you’re already sleeping.
nanami’s nightstand clock casts a hazy red glow across the bed; her shirtless form is asleep next to you. she looks beautiful like this, and you move to straddle her. placing gentle kisses across her chest, her skin is so warm against yours. nanami shifts under you, eyes opening to you, her sweet angel on top of her. “i’m sorry for waking you up, sweetheart.” her hands slide up to rest on your hips and squeeze the soft skin. “oh sweet girl, don’t apologize; just take what you need.”
your hand pushes her back against the bed; your eyes follow the curve of her nose. her lips twist into a grin. “come sit,” she motions toward her face. helping you get settled, your thighs braced against her head before she pulls you flush against her face. her strong hands lock your hips against her face. her nose bumping against your clit with every swipe of her tongue has you seeing stars.
nanami doesn’t think she’s ever been wetter in her entire life. listening to all the sweet little noises has her nearly dry-humping the air. waking her up in the middle of the night because you just need her that bad? god, you are a dream.
