"that's it, sweet girl. you got it," nanami purrs in your ear, his fingers interlocked with yours as he presses both your hands against the pillow. the way your husband's cock bullies its way into you has you whining out for him, something needy and precious.
and nanami just smiles, a little feral from the effort of fucking you so good. oh, he really can't help it. he loves having you spread out for him like this, watching as your pretty pussy swallows him with every thrust, and the way your thighs close around his hips as you chase your own pleasure.
"oh, ken.. s-so good, my love, so.." you cry out, squeezing his hands tighter to ground yourself. the feeling is dizzyingly good, so sweet and heavenly.
"gonna be so pretty, baby, when i fill you up," he coos, and he might as well have hearts in his eyes, the way he stares at you. "gonna be the prettiest mommy."
his words send shivers down your spine, the thought of him fucking his load deeper into you, breeding you. it's all you want and you make it clear as day.
"god, please- fuck, please kento.. cum inside, i need it, need you.. oh my god-"
and like a good husband, he'll happily oblige. just like that, with you pinned beneath him and begging him like your life depends on it, he fucks you full of his cum till you're seeing stars.
for all intents and purposes, you're nanami's perfect little doll. a pure and pristine angel that graces him with your presence each day, and he sure as hell treats you accordingly.
you're his absolute darling, his princess whom he'd give the world to without a second thought.
it's quite the contrast to the way he acts when he's got you all alone, though.
nanami loves knowing that he's the only man on earth to ever corrupt you like this. with his thick, rough fingers spreading open your dripping pussy, he can't help but feel a little blessed. you're laying perfectly across his lap, ass perked up to give him better access, and his curious fingers inspect every inch of your pussy, tracing your entrance and lightly running over the hood of your clit.
it's not enough to edge you but it is enough to tease. he dips a finger lightly into your soft, leaking hole, spreads the wetness over your folds, all the while muttering to himself.
"perfect, as always," he comments as his fingers explore, "always dripping all over me. what's got you so wet, sweetheart?"
he asks you but you both know the answer. something about his prying eyes watching you in your most vulnerable state gets you shivering with excitement. the way he touches every sweet spot of your perfect body because he knows it like the back of his hand.
"you're so soft, my love. feels like heaven when i get to touch you like this," he coos his praises, fingers dipping into your heat, dragging them in and out ever so slowly.
you twitch in his grasp but keep yourself in his lap. this part is your favourite, your reward for staying so still for him. he smiles with calm satisfaction as he fingers your soft, glistening pussy until you make a mess of his fingers.
his inspections always point to the same answer: nanami kento loves his perfect doll more than anything.
aged fine like red wine | older!nanami x f!reader | 18+
→ in which kento is a handsome older stranger, and you're his temptation
bit of alcohol, age gap obviously, lowk pwp, petnames (sweetheart, honey, sweet girl, etc.), hookup, praise, bit of degradation, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f!receiving), creampie bc its nanami and i must
in your day to day working life, you'd like to think of yourself as a well-mannered and responsible adult. a little shy, perhaps, but you get the job done and then you enjoy your downtime like anybody else.
on a night out, however? alcohol turns you into a different beast.
your friends would describe drunk-you as something of a menace - audacious, flirty, maybe a little feral at times. yuuji in particular likes to call you a succubus (and that would be a flirty thing to say, but he says it with a hint of fear and awe).
simply put, you do what others wish they had the balls to; approaching very attractive and much older men at bars, for example. so that's how you got here, stalking up to the bright red bar stool next to a handsome stranger.
the neon signs flicker ever so slightly as you take a seat next to him. the man is pulled from his thoughts, eyes briefly scanning you with a look of quiet interest. he doesn't speak, he just observes. perhaps he's nervous?
"is this seat taken?" you ask with a grin, though you're already perched comfortably upon it.
the man turns to face you properly, and you get a better look at his face. he's handsome, there's no question about it, the way his hair is perfectly styled and the lines and shadows of his face complement his curious hazel eyes.
"mm, it is now," he replies, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. he waits for you to speak.
"where's your company?" you question, testing the waters. his eyes are still on you, and you're unsure what to think just yet. still, he keeps that small smile as he shakes his head.
"i'm just here to enjoy myself, no company required. though, it is certainly welcome," he responds, and he takes a sip of what looks (and smells) like a rich, strong whiskey. there's something about the way he moves, the tone of his voice, that makes him hard to read.
it draws you further in, and his words encourage you to test your luck.
"well, i'm always happy to be a handsome man's company," you purr, your elbows atop the bar and your chin resting on your palm, "if you'll have me."
his polite smile turns into a smirk, and some part of you feels like a winner, like his reaction is a reward.
"doesn't a pretty young thing like you have more fun stuff to attend to? i'm sure you're here with friends," he asks as he takes another sip of his drink. "i wouldn't want to steal you away from everyone."
you grin, leaning in a little closer to the man. you know this part of the game, where he's playing the part of 'the older man who should know better'. and it's pathetic the way it makes you even more eager - maybe he knows that.
"i think i could forgive you for it, just this once," you say with a teasing lilt to your voice. "besides, i could say the same to you, no? you don't feel like dancing?"
he chuckles this time, clearly entertained by you, or maybe just the feeling of energy in the air. then, he raises an eyebrow at you, tilting his head.
"sweetheart," he drawls in his deep, smooth voice, "i'm twice your age, and far past my partying prime. but thank you, you're sweet."
you smile at him with a teasing look in your eyes, but you don't press him further on it. instead, you go to wave down the bartender, but he beats you to it.
"it's on me, hun. what can i get you?" he asks, and you squint at whatever is written on the smudged chalkboard behind the bar.
it says something along the lines of "OUR WEEKLY SPECIALS" in messy handwriting, followed by a list of absurdly vulgar names that you'd really rather not request out loud, so you just point to whatever sounds the nicest. he nods and orders it for you.
as your nicely decorated drink is placed in front of you, you offer a smile and a thank you to him, hesitating when you realised you haven't caught his name.
"nanami kento," he introduces himself, "you can just call me kento, sweetheart."
you tell him your name, and he repeats it. for whatever reason, the sound of the syllables rolling off his tongue gives you butterflies.
"a pretty name and a pretty face," he states without even a smirk, like it's just a blatant fact, and you're getting the feeling he is significantly less shy than you'd assumed.
as if he heard your thoughts, he lets out a curious hum and narrows his eyes at you in question.
"so tell me, sweetheart. what are you going around approaching older men like myself for, hm? surely there's guys your age looking for company too."
you bite your lip softly as though you're thinking hard about it, but you've thought about this question a million times over.
"i prefer a man who's got a clue," you start, to which he actually laughs, and you contine, "and someone good to talk to. the guys i know certainly don't hold a candle to you."
nanami considers your reasoning, and though he's pretty sure you're just sweet talking your way into his favour, he thinks about letting it slide. he finds it endearing that you think you're so slick, but he can't resist pushing back a little.
"is that so?" he questions, and then he leans in a little, and you can smell the dizzying scent of whiskey and cologne. "no, i think you want more than just a nice chat, sweetheart."
the amused tone to his voice makes your eyes widen, and your breath hitches ever so slightly but you know he noticed. so this whole time, he knew what you were doing.
you hesitate, but it's important that you regain your composure.
"oh? care to share what else you think i might be after, then?" you respond, tongue darting out to wet your lips, and his eyes follow it the whole way. with his gaze still locked onto your mouth, he offers you a guess.
"i think you came over here with... less than appropriate intentions," he looks away from your lips, meet your eyes instead, "filthy thoughts, about an older man like myself."
standing, he tuts in mock disappointment as he moves closer to you, and you notice his height and the way his pristine clothes wrap around his well-built frame. his eyes are narrowed with a sharp look, eyebrows furrowed, but there's a hint of amusement in his expression.
"i think you were trying to tempt me, sweetheart."
you swallow nervously. well, the game is over, so you might as well just...
"and did it work?" you ask daringly.
there's a beat of silence, and then he leans in slowly. you instinctively lift up onto your toes to meet him, his hand lifting to press a finger under your chin. nanami's lips meet yours, and the kiss sweet and soft, almost romantic, but the way you press your thighs together is anything but pure.
you lean into the kiss, your tongue pressing into his mouth and he welcomes it, cupping your jaw with his hand instead. but before you can deepen the kiss any further, he pulls back, tilting his head down at you.
"ohh, you're so eager, sweetheart. you're so precious," nanami purrs as he strokes your cheek softly, and the effect it all has on you is almost shameful. "come home with me, hun. let me treat you the way you need me to."
and he doesn't have to say it twice. before you know it, you're stumbling through the entryway to his apartment with your hands bunched up in his shirt and his tongue in your mouth. it's messy and desperate and he can barely get himself to pull away from you long enough to take his shirt off.
"easy, sweetheart, i'm not going anywhere," he reassures with a soft smile, but you're distracted by the way his messy hair and kiss-bitten lips make him look angelic.
you carelessly throw your dress and bra off, but he stops you before you can remove your panties. you look up at him curiously, confused, and you're met with hungry eyes.
"keep them on," he requests, and you happily comply, though you can't help but tease him a little.
"what a perv," you giggle, "bet you'd have me dressed up all pretty if ya could."
nanami doesn't respond verbally, but you're pretty sure he smiles at that, though he tries to hide it. he climbs onto the bed and you shuffle back until you're pressed against the headboard. his big hands spread your thighs apart, and he drops down in front of you.
"let me eat you out, gorgeous. can i do that for you?" he asks, so eager to take care of you, to make your head spin for him.
you nod without hesitation, your body shivering and hot with need. his leans in to press a kiss above your clit through the fabric of your underwear, and trails them across where you're already aching for him. he takes his time, hands still pressing your thighs firmly apart like he'll keep you where he needs you.
his tongue drags against the fabric, warm breath fanning across your pussy through the panties, and you whine softly. his hazel eyes meet yours, dark and swimming with lust.
his fingers trail down to pull your panties to the side, exposing your bare pussy to his greedy eyes and mouth.
"so fucking pretty," he praises.
he doesn't hesitate to dive right in, pressing his warm, wet tongue against your clit. he moves it in slow, soft circles, teasing whimpers and moans out of you. it's like music to his ears, keeping him going.
his tongue moves between your folds, swirling over your clit before dipping back down, and he groans into your pussy. he pulls away just slightly to whisper, "tastes like heaven, sweetheart," before he buries his tongue back into you.
the petname rolls off his tongue so naturally, it's like you've known each other forever, like you're his; it makes your breath catch in your throat, and you feel a little dizzy.
you bite down softly on your finger to hold back the louder sounds, his relentless tongue rendering you shy, but one look from him has you pulling your hand back. it's so clear he wants to hear what he's doing to you.
nanami eases a thick finger into your entrance, practically growling at how tight you feel around him. he pumps the digit in and out, curling it to press against that sensitive spot inside. you buck your hips against his hand, needy and desperate.
"look at that. this pretty pussy's just swallowing my fingers up, sweetheart. so greedy," he says, watching how your walls pull his fingers deeper each time he thrusts them into you. he presses another kiss to your clit, and it turns into a filthy, messy makeout with your pussy.
'f-fuck- holy shit, kento..-"
the way he licks and sucks at your hardened clit has you arching your back off the sheets, breathing harsh and uneven as you choke out little desperate sounds of pleasure.
you let out a particularly needy noise when you notice the way nanami's hips are grinding into the mattress as he eats you out, like he's getting off on just the taste of you on his tongue. the thought has the tension in your lower stomach tightening, and the feeling of his experienced mouth and fingers sends you crashing over the edge with white-hot pleasure.
"oh my g- i.. kento, i-im gonna-"
you can barely get the words out before you're cumming on his fingers and his tongue, head thrown back as you whine out his name. he keeps fucking you through it with his long, thick fingers, sucking and kissing your sensitive clit.
you twitch involuntarily as the feeling is almost too much, and he pulls away from your wet, needy core with a satisfied smile.
"god, you're divine, hun. and you taste so fucking sweet, i could eat you out for hours," nanami coos his praises, pressing kisses to your inner thighs.
it's embarrassing, even though his face was just buried in your pussy, so you instinctively cover your face. he laughs, but he pulls your hands away.
"uh uh, sweetheart. you're gonna let me see your cute expressions when you're taking my cock, alright?"
and he says it so confidently that it makes your thighs press together all over again, all needy and breathless, your head all fuzzy. he climbs up to you, and you slide down a little further until you're right under him, his arms caging you in on either side. he looks at you like he's got you right where he wants you, because he does.
nanami leans down to press kisses against your throat, your jawline, up to your mouth where he kisses you deeply, pulling back to softly bite your bottom lip. he kisses you like a man starved, desperate to taste your sweet mouth, grinding himself against your bare pussy through his pants. the outline of his hardened cock is impressive, and you feel yourself growing impatient, but he doesn't wait long.
he sits back to throw his pants and boxers off into the void of the dark room, and you finally get a look at his thick, heavy cock. the tip is red and leaking pearly drops of precum, and you can't help the moan you let out at the sight of him.
"holy shit," you whisper, and he tilts his head at you, and you could swear he's being smug.
"think you can take me, sweetheart?" he all but coos the question, moving to hover over you again and you feel so small under to his broad, strong build. still, you nod a yes.
"atta girl, i know you can. my good girl's gonna take it all," he says, and he rubs the tip of his cock against your wetness, sighing in pleasure. the feeling of his swollen tip teasing your entrance has you squirming beneath him.
"can you say please, sweet girl? ask me nicely."
you whine a little at that, at his teasing smile, but you comply because all you can think about is how you really need him to fuck you with his fat, heavy cock.
"please, kento? pretty please, let me have it," you say so softly, and he's smitten as he finally sinks himself into your warm wetness.
the feeling of nanami filling you up so completely has you arching again, hands wrapping around his torso. your nails dig lightly into his back, and he groans, pushing deeper into you. when he finally bottoms out, you can't help but squeeze so tight around him, and his breathing stutters.
"f-fuck," he mutters "you can't do that, honey, or i won't be able to go easy on you."
as if to say "i dare you", your needy pussy squeezes around him even tighter and he can't help but buck into you, a guttural moan escaping his lips. your nails scratch down his back just a little and he bucks forwards again. when he looks you in the eye, he looks wild, like he's completely lost his composure.
"that's what you wanna do, huh?" he asks with a gravelly hum, "fuck, alright."
then he moves, and the gentleman he was before is completely gone now. nanami fucks you like he can't get enough of your body, like he's drunk on the way your pussy feels wrapped around his thick cock, bullying its way deeper into you. his hand reaches down underneath your thigh, hiking it up to spread you wider for him.
"this what you wanted, sweet girl? w-wanted me to fuck you like a slut? i can do that for you, honey, if you can take it," he promises, his dick hitting even deeper at this new angle.
you can barely think straight, let alone respond with any words, but it doesn't matter. he knows he's right from the way he's forcing those desperate little moans out of your mouth.
"is that what you normally do, angel?" he continues, hips hitting your thighs with every thrust, "act all nice and sweet, a-and then test a nice man's patience till he fucks your brains out, hm?"
you shake your head rapidly, but he's right, this is your game. this is how you like to play.
"ohh, don't you lie to me, pretty, don't wanna have to stop now," he threatens, and even the idea of him stopping has you babbling out apologies and pleas for him to keep fucking you like this.
nanami can't help the smile on his face. of course he'll keep fucking you, he couldn't stop if he tried, not with the way your greedy pussy keeps pulling him deeper into you.
the room is filled with the sound of skin hitting skin, and lewd, wet sounds from how his heavy cock thrusts in and out of your dripping wet cunt. the noises, the feeling of his thick tip rubbing against that sensitive spot inside you, the way he keeps growling filthy things into your ear, it all has you building up to your peak once again.
nanami can tell from the way your walls pulse around him, desperate and full of a carnal desire to be full of him, and he's not far behind you.
"you're so fucking wet, baby, can't help but have you stuffed full like this," he rambles like it's all he can think about, "need to fuck you like this every night, keep you so full of me, sweetheart."
"fuck, kento- need you, please don't stop.. holy shit-" you whine out, nails dragging against his skin, and it spurs him on.
"mm, that's it, sweet girl- fuck, need me real bad, don't you? no one else makes you feel like this," he says, grinding his hips against you with each thrust.
nanami's words send you falling right over that edge, crying out broken pleas and whimpers as you cum so hard you're seeing stars. he fucks you through it, just like he did with his fingers before, filling up your pulsing cunt over and over as you twitch and shake in his arms.
"my god, baby, m'gonna cum too, i can't- need to let me pull-" he starts, but you cut him off with your needy begging.
"no, no no, please, inside, please give me it, need it, need you-" you stumble over your words in your desperation and he doesn't have the strength to hold on any longer.
"oh my fucking god, you're so- fuck, you're perfect, holy shit, you're so perfect, baby-," nanami growls as he buries himself deep inside you, muttering your name over and over like a prayer. he finishes like that, grinding into you like he wants to fuck it even deeper, feeling it spill out of you onto the sheets beneath.
he drops down onto his forearms, just barely hovering above you as your chests heave, catching your breath. your foreheads press together in a way that's strangely intimate, and you don't know how to feel about that, but you know it feels good having him so close.
"god, sweetheart, i was really trying to be a gentleman about it but you-" he stares for a moment, trying to find the words, "you're really something. quite the menace."
"yeah, well, it's part of my charm," you giggle, your mind wandering back to when your friends said the very same thing about you. nanami laughs dryly, but he does smile.
"yeah, i think you're right."
a/n: barely proofread on account of it being way longer than intended. thanks for reading! <3
May I request losing card to older Nanami (reader is like early 20s and he is early 30s?? Mwahhhhh
i'm assuming you mean like nanami + virginity loss but if i misunderstood please lmk! this one includes a fem!reader so i hope that's okay too. thanks for the request!!! <3
older!nanami taking your virginity | 18+
it shouldn't be embarrassing to still be a virgin in your 20s. you know this, and you'd never shame someone for it, but that doesn't change the fact that every day you go without gnaws away at your sense of restraint.
there's only one man you'd consider asking; your older, handsome neighbour, mr. nanami kento. he's kind, respectful, he always puts a smile on your face. that's why, a week before your next birthday as you felt the clock ticking once more, you decided to say fuck it, just ask him. what's the worst that could happen? he could say no, and you know he would never bring it up again. he's sweet like that.
but part of you knew he'd say yes. you're glad you went to nanami for this, you knew he'd be kind about it. he's older and a typical gentleman, and you've got a sneaking suspicious he has a little sweet spot for you. besides, nanami doesn't think it's such a big deal anyway, being a virgin in your 20s. he told you he believes in the idea of a "right time, right person", and it doesn't matter when that time is.
that's what he says, anyway. in truth, when you had told him what you were thinking so honestly, with that cute deer-in-headlights look you always get around him, he felt the blood rush to his dick immediately. call him a dirty old perv if you have to but a man has his fantasies, and you? untouched and desperate at his door, asking him so nicely to help you out? he can't put into words what that did to him.
in all the time he's known you, he'd have killed to be where he is right now, face buried between your thighs as you mewl your pretty little sounds for him. he can't begin to describe how beautiful you look with your hand splayed across your face trying to disguise that precious blush, and the soft moans falling from your lips every time he gives another gentle kitten lick. at first he tried keeping himself in line - a respectable older man like himself shouldn't be fantasizing about you like some horny college boy - but the truth is you have him half-obsessed.
"i think you're ready for me, sweetheart," he says softly, he doesn't want to make you nervous (yes, he does).
you peek through your fingers and meet his warm gaze. everything about him is so comforting to you. "y-yeah, m'ready," you agree, swallowing the whine in your throat at the thought of finally getting to feel him.
and nanami feels like he can barely wait too, like some darker part of him wants to tear itself out of his chest and pounce on you. before that, though, he's a gentleman, so he kisses your thighs and sits up in front of you.
"are you sure, honey? we can stop right here if you've changed your mind, promise i won't mind," he comforts, and it's genuine. "or we can try some other time if you'd prefer."
you appreciate how gentle he is with you in every way he can be. you weren't having second thoughts but it does make you swoon a little to hear him be so sweet to you, even with the outline of his hard cock straining against the tight fabric of his pants.
"no, i'm sure about this. i want it, nanami," you reaffirm, your voice more decisive this time. you gently bite your bottom lip and flutter your eyelashes at him, as if to prove the point.
he smiles and nods, crawling forward to press a little kiss to the top of your head. then, he leans in close to your ear and whispers, "kento. call me kento, pretty girl."
he doesn't waste time in unbuttoning his pants and throwing them god-knows-where, and pulling down his boxers to reveal his impressive cock. as he rolls a condom onto it, you nearly drool at the sight of him; his pink, swollen tip and thick, heavy cock, with pearls of precum already dripping from just the taste of you. how you're gonna manage to take it all is another question, but when he rubs the tip up against your entrance, you can feel your own wetness leaking out to coat his length.
nanami looks up at you and for a second you think it's just to ask permission, but you quickly realise he intends to watch every little flicker of your reaction as he eases himself inside of you. he's big, even as a virgin you can tell, but he takes it so slow your eyes are rolling back from the pleasure before you can think about any pain.
"that's it, sweet girl, you're doing so good for me. takin' me so well," he whispers against your cheek as he gradually guides himself deeper into you, groaning when he finally bottoms out. he stops there, not yet moving to give you some time to adjust, and you surprise both of you when you're already begging him to keep going. nanami obliges, of course.
he starts out slow, but the way his thick cock drags against that sensitive spot each time has you crying out for more. his hand reaches down to play with your clit, rubbing circles in time with each thrust, and you're whining and whimpering into his ear and he fucking loves it. every time his hips meet your thighs, you feel the tension in your core growing stronger like it's threatening to snap and send your head spinning, and nanami's not much different.
"kento- oh my god, feels s'good, fuck-"
he smiles, a little giddy with pride at hearing you moaning his name. "there you go, just like that."
the sounds that echo off the walls of his bedroom are both lewd and loud, and it's so embarrassing, but you can see the way it seems to egg nanami on. it's clear as day he's getting off on knowing he's the first to pull such noises out of you, to have you wrapped around him as he fucks into you so deliciously. the expression on his face is downright obscene, though he tries to mask it with a more gentlemanly smile as he leans down to talk to you.
"would you like to cum together, sweetheart?" he asks, though you don't think you'd be able to hold back anyway, so you nod your head rapidly. "good girl, that's right. cum with me."
he picks up the pace, fucking you somewhere between gentle and desperate, and he lets out a sound of awe at the way you gush around his cock each time he bottoms out inside you again. his fingers continue their ministrations, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
with a loud cry of his name, you arch your back as he sends you crashing into your orgasm, pleasure ripping through you in intense waves. the way your pussy grips him even tighter has him following right after you, pressing his hips into you as his movements stutter until all you can feel is the pulsing of his length inside you. your breathing comes in heavy and fast, and his too, so you stay there like that for a while, just catching your breath.
he finally pulls out, moving aside to discard the condom into his fancy little trashcan - of course his house is decorated with only the finest of things, to suit his particular tastes. you can't help but smile a little at that. he turns to face you again with a tired but kind expression on his face, one you could swear is just pure adoration, and you feel a little shy despite everything.
"i hope i didn't disappoint, sweetheart. that was wonderful," he says, a subtle but undeniable blush on his face. he breaks eye contact but smiles softly.
you can't help but giggle at his bashful mannerisms, so different from his normal composed self. it's quite the contrast to the man who just fucked you so good you could barely speak. you suppose, despite that, he's feeling just as shy as you are.
"mhm, it was perfect. better than i could've expected. thank you," you say, and then you pause before adding, "and maybe we could do this again sometime?"
he looks up at you quickly, eyes a little wider, and then he smiles. his hand finds yours and he rubs little shapes on the back of it with his thumb.
