PERFECT LOVER: The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin
SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.
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CONTENTS: Office AU Virginity loss, Penetrative and Oral sex, Dry Humping, Rough sex, Office Romance, Age Gap (reader is of age and in their twenties) , um probably more
Professor Kento, this Professor Kento that… what about TA Kento, who is a pain in your ass 24/7
TW: ummm a lil bit of toxic behavior
TA Kento refused to schedule a meeting with your ACTUAL professor because he deemed your reasons “not important”
TA Kento, who would literally LAUGH in your face while handing back your test scores.
TA Kento would let his eyes rake over your body as you yelled at him in an empty lecture hall.
TA Kento refused to admit it, but was turned on when you pressed your freshly manicured nails into his chest as you demanded that he schedule a meeting.
TA Kento would shamelessly stare at your cleavage until you slapped him right in his face.
TA Kento was the type to stand up from his lax posture and grab you by the waist, pushing you into your professor's desk.
TA Kento would lean in until his lips hovered above you, smiling at the way you turned your head to the side, despite you clearly rubbing your thighs together in anticipation.
TA Kento would, instead of turning his face to meet yours, lean in closer until his lips brushed your ear and say.
“Careful now, miss Y/N, wouldn’t want to get on my bad side now, would we?”
Full well knowing if he really wanted to, he could make it so you dropped the class and never stepped foot in the lecture hall again…
TA Kento was a dick; a hot one, sure. But still a dick.
#NEEDTHAT Genuinely I can't stop thinking about him what is wrong with me
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SYNOPSIS: It's your husbands birthday, he deserves a break, and you the loving wife just happen to be more than willing to help relax.
Author's Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER TO EVER EXIST OMG AHHHHHHHHHHH
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“Happy Birthday, Mr. Nanami.”
Your husband sat legs spread with his bulge in full view. It poked up, stretching the fabric of his black work pants uncomfortably.
He knew you would pull something like this, so scandalous, so perfect, so sexy.
You stood there in your kitchen in perfect black lingerie; your face beat to the gods, your cunt wetter than ever.
His eyes were dark and fixed on you; he sat leaning forward, his body beginning to touch you. But he couldn’t.
He was tied, arms behind him with your lacy panties. Wet from your slick.
“Are you sure this is a present for me?” He asked, eyebrow raised and tongue swiping across his lips, watching you stalk towards him like a panther going in for the kill.
“Why, of course, Husband.” He shuddered at the title; he loved it when you called him husband more than anything. Because to him, he was your husband before he was Nanami Kento. If he had it his way on his gravestone, it would just be “Y/n’s Doting husband.”
You stood in between his spread legs, giving him a delicate kiss on his lips before dropping to your knees and taking a long, slow strip at his pulsating dick.
“Oh, baby.” He gasped at your tongue. Smiled before doing it again, this trim with a flatter tongue and more pressure.
“Jesus.” You felt him tug at your underwear. “Put your mouth around it, baby.” He groaned, the vein in his neck popping out a little as he took in a big gulp.
“If that’s what the birthday boy wants.”
Listening to your husband’s wishes, you warped your lips around his girth and began to suck softly, just at his blushing mushroom tip, though. As your mouth filled with his salty precum, you moaned, causing him to hiss at the sensation. Still, you sucked on, relishing in the feeling of his excitement.
You sank lower and lower onto his dick, letting it hit the back of your throat. You didn’t let a single complain or grunt as he began fucking up with his hips, it was his day, and you were okay with being used by him.
He fell apart more and more as the seconds went by; sweat dripped from his head and landed on your shoulders, his pants becoming harsher and harder, and you could hear his relentless tugging at the fabric that stopped him from grabbing your head.
“Oh, just like that,” He moaned, “Fuuuuck. God, your mouth is dangerous.” He groaned, head thrown back, lost in his own pleasure. “You treat me so good, baby. Fuck I’m going to cum.” He said in what seemed like a broken sob/whine.
You couldn’t help but moan at the prospect of him cumming. Which only ushered his climax in faster.
He thrust up one final time, a loud, broken moan following. His cum filled your mouth and dribbled down your cheek. You did your best to swallow it all, and Kento let out a satisfied moan.
“Thank you, baby.” He said happily through deep breathes,
“Don’t thank me so soon,” You said, smiling at his confusion. “We are nowhere near done.”
You got up from your knees and now hovered over his dick, semi-hard.
Sliding down onto his cock, the both of you gasped. It was relatively easy to fit him inside, not because he was small but because you were so wet. You had been since before you had gotten home. All day, you had waited and waited, teasing yourself, prepping yourself to please him, and Finally, you could.
“Happy birthday, Kento.” You sighed dreamily.
A soft whimper left Nanami; his head burrowed into your neck. “Thank you, my love.”
And his soft gratitude is what urged you to begin bouncing. Up and down. Your legs burned, and still you continued. It wasn’t rough or fast, not wanting to knock the both of you off balance or break the chair beneath the two of you. You rocked slowly, letting his length do most of the work. It reached deep within you, and you couldn’t help but clamp down harshly.
So lost within the feeling of Kento, you hadn’t realised that he had broken through your flimsy lace underwear and now grasped onto your neck and hip as he began to assist you in reaching your peaks.
“Oh Fuck,” Kento groaned, “You feel so good, Y/N. So wet.”
“All.” You gasped as he picked you up from the chair, moving you to the kitchen counter, “All for you.” You managed to get out once you had gotten control over yourself.
“Oh yeah? All of this for me? Because it’s my birthday?” He was whining now, each word high-pitched and strained,
“Becasue I love you.” He slammed into you.
“Christ, you undo me.”
“Good.” You giggle, getting cut off with a harsh moan.
Kenot’s pace picked up, thrust after thrust, as though he hated you. He pounded into your cervix, and you didn’t even have the ability to moan. You just sat there, taking your husband the best you could, mouth wide, letting in quick breaths and letting out silent moans.
Kento was anything but quiet. He refused to let his gratitude go unshown, how he loved you, how he worshipped you. He loved you for doing this. He would have loved you regardless, but he would never complain about being treated to the heaven that was your body.
Over and Over, he pulled out of and pushed into you, his grip getting tighter on your neck and his breath becoming jagged and harsh.
“Shit, you are going to make me cum,” he groaned, “Cum with me, baby, cum with me, my love.”
“Yes, yes, yes”, you borderline screamed as your leg locked up and your eyes rolled, his other hand pushed lightly against the prodigy bump that was his cock inside of you.
“Oh fuck.” you squealed, squirty over his abdomen, seeing stars for a moment.
Kento came with a loud moan, his hand slamming on the kitchen counter and his teeth sinking into your neck.
“Happy birthday, Kento.”
He didn’t respond, too pussy drunk. He mindlessly just sunk to his legs and began to lap at your dripping cunt, collecting every last drop of his cum from your cunny, getting you ready to take him all over again.
Happy birthday to Kento indeed, he thought, smirking to himself as you gripped onto his hair tightly.
PERFECT LOVER:The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin
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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
The supply closet and Kento were becoming acquainted as he hid again from her.
Why was he in the closet again? He thought to himself as he wallowed in his self-pity. Oh yeah. He was semi-hard and avoiding you.
You who had walked in in tight black pants and a white button-up.
All of this would have been fine if you hadn’t left the top three buttons undone, saying it was hot.
It would have been fine had you not leaned over his left shoulder to check the email that the company had received.
All of this would have been fine if he hadn’t turned his head a single degree of your way and caught a glimpse of a black lacy bra.
And still, maybe all of that would have been fine had you not rubbed his neck softly, telling him
“It’s okay to look, Kento. Tonight, maybe you’ll get to touch them.”
Before walking off to your desk where Suguru waited with a pile of paperwork that needed reviewing.
It was not fine.
He was not fine.
Not fine at all.
Since the night he begged you to teach him how to please you, Kento had been very serious. So serious, it was slowly chipping at your sanity.
Yes, you were at work, but he had also had his tongue lapping at your cunt. And no, he barely made eye contact with you. It was as if you guys were back to level zero.
So you made a good, totally not reckless plan to tease him. To slowly peel away at his sanity until he ravaged you right there in front of everyone.
It worked well enough; you watched as his nose flared at the scent stuck to your neck. You saw the way his teeth clenched at your words.
Watching him shuffle his way around in his set as if trying to fix his pants was fun.
And just when you were about to take another glance his way. The man disappeared.
Into thin air.
UNBELIEVABLE.
“Y/N? Y/N? You okay?” Suguru asked from his desk. You stood before him, papers in hand, staring off into the distance.
“Uh, Yeah! I was just wondering where Mr. Nanami went. I was supposed to confirm the location for the investor’s gala with him, but he disappeared.”
“Oh, Kento does that sometimes.” Suguru chuckled, “Whenever Satoru gets on his nerves, he runs off to one of his hiding spots. I’d start by checking the storage closet.
The closest storage was a no, and so were the bathrooms. As you looked through the kitchen window, you only saw empty chairs.
“Where could he be?” You whispered to yourself.
Just as you were going to give up, you noticed a small room in the kitchen area, a pantry of some sort. That’s where they kept the extra paper and miscellaneous office things that didn’t fit in the original storage closet. At least that’s what Kento told you on the tour.
Opening the door, there he was, hands clenching the shelf in front of him, back faced to you. His head snapped back, and he peered over his shoulder. His eyes flared with anger.
Okay maybe you had pushed him too far. Bugs, it’s fine. You could make up for it right now.
Taking a quick glance behind you to make sure the coast was clear, you slept inside with him, closing the door softly behind you.
“Kento.” He didn’t respond. In fact, he just grabbed onto you. Pushing you against the door and splitting your legs slightly open with his knee.
“No talking.” He spoke roughly, but you ignored him. The look in his eye told you he wanted just the opposite.
“Kento, it isn’t polite to hide from the person you are fucking.” You whispered in his ear, hands sliding down to his dick; you began to palm at the bulge in his pants.
“It isn’t polite to tease the person you are fucking while they are working either.” He retorted back at you.
“Really? I don’t remember doing that.” You feigned innocence tilting your head to the side. Looking up at him, you hand still on his bulge. Under the small yellow singular light bulb, Kento seemed to glow, his cheeks flushed pink and his ears violently red. His eyes left your face for a second, staring up at the ceiling he seemed to pray for mercy, forgiveness, patience…
Your finger that once palmed at his cock moved to his throat, outlining a vein that bulged out in stress, and with that, the last thread Kento had seemed to have snapped.
“What are you doing to me?” He groaned before moving his hand to the back of your neck, squeezing softly as he brought you to his lips.
His kisses devoured you, and you did your best to conceal your moans. The air was hot and getting hotter by the second. Moving his hand away from your face and to your leg, he tapped it, a wordless way of demanding you raise your leg to his hip.
As you did, he flipped the two of you over so your back was against the shelves, pushing his erection into you; you both moaned at the feeling.
Kento’s other hand was just above your head and to the right, clenching hard onto the wood.
It was messy and carnal the way you two moved against one another. And just as you thought you could breathe, his mouth moved to your neck, licking and biting, relishing in the quiet gasp that escaped as he did so.
“What a whore you are.”
“I’m not!” You whined out, still humping against him, adding to the friction.
“Oh, you aren’t a whore?” Kento asked with a teasing voice. “You are telling me you aren’t going to let me fuck you right here, right now?”
You let out a moan so loud that Kentos hand rushed to cover your mouth. He chuckled at your desperation.
“You are a whore.”
“Noooo, Kento.” You tried to sound like you had even a little bit of resolve, but as you denied his claims, you pushed him harder.
“Uh uh,” Kento tutted, “You must address me as Mr. Nanami, we are at work, remember?”
“Mr.— Mr. Nanamiiii”, you whined! Feeling his hand graze over your covered cunt.
“Ooh love.” He groaned at the feeling of you “you are soaking wet.”
He kissed you again, and you swore you could see stars.
“P-please—” you moaned
“Please, what, Miss. L/N”
“Please fuck me, I am a whore.”
“Turn around.” Is all he said, his face serious and concentrated.
As you turned around, you caught a glimpse of him, sticking the hand that had teased you over your panties past his lips lay on his tongue.
Once you were turned around facing the wall, his hands found your hips, and you fought the urge to turn your head and face him. Worried he may, in fact, stop what he is doing because you disobeyed him.
Who knew he had such a dominant side…
“Bend over and be a good girl, Y/N”
And as you did, he laughed under his breath once more. His hands that rested on your hips no longer grasped at you.
“Now you know what it feels like.” He kissed your neck once more before pulling away completely.
PERFECT LOVER:The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin
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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.
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CHAPTER NINE:
"Inside." Is all you said to his question. You were borderline panting for him. His shirt was open wide, only being held together by a single button, but it's not like it was holding anything together.
"I'm going to need you to be a lot more specific than that, Y/N," Nanami said, staring you down as he undid the final button and threw his shirt to the side. His hands then moved to his pants, pulling the zipper down slowly, drinking in your lustful expression.
"I want you inside of me. I don't care how."
"If you aren't going to give me clear instructions, you could at least have some form of manners as you beg."
"I am not begging, I am telling."
"That's not what it looks like to me." Kent zipped his pants back up, taking his belt in one hand, your arm in the other.
He pulled you into his room slowly as if he enjoyed your growing impatience.
Once in his room, he sat you down on his bed, spreading your legs with his knee and then situating himself in between your thighs.
Where he stood, he left your face directly in line with his dick, which was semi-hard, a faint impression being mad in his black pants.
Looking up, you met his gaze. He was smirking at you and your noticeable drooling over his cock.
“Y/N.”
"Kento."
"What should I do with you?" Even with his stoic face, you could tell he was asking genuinely; he wanted to know what you wanted and how to give it to you. Even with jealousy in the back of his mind, your pleasure was at the very front.
"I want you to let it out."
"Let what out, sweetheart?" His right hand cupped your face, and the left was balled into a fist wrapped around his leather belt.
"You are still upset about Toji." You watched as his jaw clenched and then released, "Do what you want."
"What I want is for you never to say his name, not in my bed, not in front of me, not ever." His grip on your chin got a little rougher before letting you go completely. "What I want is to have you begging", he then got to his knees. "I want a lot of things from you. So so many things that I can't even begin to list. I want things from you that I can't ever dream of asking because I respect you too much." His grip on your thighs was so tight it was painful; his face was still inches from your pussy, and you couldn't breathe. Afraid that if you did, he would pull away and not dare to go back.
You were panting in anticipation like a bitch in heat, and he relished it, staring down at the dark patch in your panties from how wet you were.
"Kento," you pleaded. "Please."
"Please what, Y/N?"
"Fuck me."
“Come on, you can beg better than that.” He said, watching as you fought against the restraints.
“Please. I’m sorry, please fuck me, Kento.”
He let out a breath, and you couldn't quite read what he was thinking.
"Back up." He nodded his head to his bed frame suddenly, and all you could do was listen; something dark within his eyes told you everything you needed to know.
As soon as your head was right under the bed frame, he had your hands held tightly together above your head by the leather belt he had once wrapped around his waist.
Stuck with your hands above your head, Nanami relished in the way you writhed under his gentle touch.
Over and over, he rubbed his hands up and down your body. It was suffocating the way he played with you. From your collarbone to your belly button, over and over, his fingers caressed.
"You know I am not mad at you." He said suddenly, hands still going over your skin, "In fact, I'm proud, even with another man, your lips can't help but utter my name, it's cute. I like it."
You felt heat rush to your face, yet you weren't exactly embarrassed, just flustered.
"Oh, I thought you were jealous." You managed to must out.
"Don't get me wrong, I am," he said, hands now pushing further down, reaching to your pussy “, I am very jealous, but some part of me is glad."
"Do you need me that badly?" He asked for a hand, not pinching at your clit. And from the pressure, you couldn't help but let out a loud gasp,
"Yes,"
"That's too bad." He said, pulling his hand away and tugging at his cock.
You don't know when he pulled it out of his pants, but there he was, back and forth, squeezing it in a rhythmic motion.
"Kentooo", you whined.
"What, Y/N? Feeling annoyed? Unsatisfied?" He asked in a mocking tone, his face bordering on a laugh as he did so.
Unwrapping his hand from his now leaking cock, he stripped you until you were left in nothing but your panties. For some reason, he saved that for last. Bringing his head down to your belly button, he kissed and kissed until he reached your clothed entrance and nibbled at the fabric, not caring if he snagged your clit in the process.
He brought his now fully hard cock to your cunt, watching the way it clenched around air, before tapping at your entrance.
As if asking for permission…
Kento let out a shaky breath, and for a moment, it felt like the world stopped. It was just you and him in a room of complete silence, and when you met eyes with him, a silent conversation, unspoken, but easy to understand,
"Are you sure?" You asked without truly saying,
"Yes." He nodded back, a silent agreement.
And then he pushed in.
And you just moaned, and moaned.
He shuddered with each inch he managed to push into you, watching the way your breath hitched; he almost came from the instinctive clench you made around him.
"Oh God!" You said with a broken whimper,
Kento only grunted, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he took in the feeling of you.
After a beat or two, he returned to reality,
"Fuck, Y/N." He said, head buried into your neck. He pulled out and then pushed in once more, His hand gripping one of your thighs, which wrapped tightly around his waist.
He slowly pulled your legs from his hips and pushed them down, until you were in a mating press. Folded and on display perfectly for him.
Now stuck beneath him, you could only moan and whimper at his every move. If it wasn't his sheer size that had you quickly reaching your peak, then it was his careful movement. Every single flinch or pull was concentrated, thought out. It was like a calculation for him. It was precise, like everything he did, he didn't waste a single motion, even though he did as if trying to savour the moment, have it indented into his mind even. It was too much, and embarrassingly, you found yourself getting lost in his carefulness and letting go. The orgasm that you experienced came out of left field for you and for Kento. Your sudden squeezing has him soon topple over the edge along with you. And none of you bothered to try to get him to pull out. Instead, he fell deeper into you, and all you could do was brace for impact as his cum filled you to the brim, a welcome guest.
Maybe it was because it was all too new for home, or just because both of you were so lost in whatever post cum haze, neither of you bothered to try and attempt a second round. Instead, you stayed exactly where you were, him inside of you and you below him, his cum slowly seeping its way out, clinging to Kento's cock as it did so. You fell asleep, missing his midnight confession, one he whispered as you lay beneath him, pulling you slowly. He watched as your sleeping face squinted at the feeling.
"Some part of me was scared." He said, 'Into your skin,' watching as your chest rose and fell slowly. "I am scared I won't be enough."
PERFECT LOVER:The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin
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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.
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Author's Note 1.: HI HI was in the hospital and was finally able to edit last night but decided that I might as well post today for my husbands birthday!!!
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CHAPTER EIGHT:
“You are not subtle at all.” Yuki whispered into your ear, catching you at your blatant ogling of Kento. He stood at the bar with Suguru, waiting to collect drinks while Satoru was somewhere in the crowd dancing.
“I haven’t the faintest of clues to what you are talking about.” You said back, tucking loose hair behind your ear, trying your best to ignore the heat that inched around your face.
“You are so fucking Kento,” Yuki borderline screamed, “You deflowed the kid.”
“What! No, I didn’t,” You spoke with such apparent defensiveness; it made Yuki smile harder.
“Well, why are you eye fucking him?”
“I could be eye fucking Suguru for all you know.”
Yuki snorted, “Well, are you?”
“Am I what?”
“Eye fucking Suguru?” Yuki rolled her eyes at you.
“Who is eye fucking me?” Suguru appeared, sliding into the booth in which you and Yuki sat. On your side, leaving an annoyed Nanami standing at the edge of the table, waiting for Yuki to slide out so he could sit beside the wall, his favourite place whenever he was dragged out to clubs.
It was a very last-minute thing; if you had had it your way, you would have dragged Kento back home with you and teased him all night for his antics at work, but unfortunately, as soon as the two ended up leaving the office, Satoru called crying on the phone about needing a pick me up, to which Yuki had agreed to go with for you.
Kento had no real reason to be going; he wasn’t expected to show up. This wasn’t his kind of thing, and yet, he followed you to the club door and then inside.
You couldn’t help but wonder if you were the reason he had decided to show up.
Now he sat across from you, knees brushing against yours every time you moved slightly. Each brief touch had you wetter by the second.
“No one is eye fucking you,” Yuki said, rolling her eyes at him, “Except the bartender, who can’t seem to keep her hands to herself.”
“Careful, Yuki, you sound jealous,” Your teasing only earned you a sharp glare from the other woman,
“Do you really want to be talking right now?” Yuki’s comment earned you an eyebrow raise from Kento, who sipped his drink slowly. His leg slowly raked up and down yours, causing a quiet gasp to leave you.
“Ugh, there is no space for me,” Satoru pouted, sweaty but somehow still attractive,
“Where the hell have you been?” Thankfully, Yuki turned her attention to Gojo,
“Dancing, obviously,” Gojo rolled his eyes, trying to squeeze in next to Suguru, but it just wasn’t happening.
“Oi, stop.” Geto pushed Satoru back out, “I’ll crush Y/N.”
“Like you’d be against that.” Satoru drunkenly retorted, causing Kento to scowl and Suguru to freeze up for half a beat.
“Don’t worry, guys,” You said, getting to your feet, “I want a shot. So you can take my spot.”
Once you were free from the booth, you took one glance at the table, more so at Nanami, who sat watching you right back.
It suddenly felt ten times hotter, even with your work blouse unbuttoned a little bit and your stockings off. You felt as though you couldn’t breathe.
Shots. That’s exactly what you needed.
“Two- No; Three shots of vodka, please.” You sighed, trying to ignore the rush of blood you felt throbbing at your pussy. You could feel his stare on you; it was electrifying.
He seemed to be angry. Jealous even. You wanted to laugh in his face; you didn’t even have to do anything, and yet he was turning greener and greener by the second.
After downing your shots and trying your best not to cough them back up, you felt a little more relaxed, on your way to drunk even.
“You are one pretty little thing.” A man with a scar on his mouth leaned over your shoulder, “Wanna dance?” He looked dangerous, in a one-time thing hookup way, where he disappears in the middle of the night to go do shady things.
Still, you didn’t feel any excitement at the idea of going home with him. It was only when you caught sight of Kento’s intense glare that you felt a rush of adrenaline.
You took the scarred man’s hand and let him take you deeper and deeper onto the club’s floor just to fuck with Kento.
You danced and lost yourself in the music, pretending it was Kento who had a tight grip only on our waist and not some stranger. The fantasy was killed, though, at the sound of his voice,
“Wanna go out for a smoke?” He asked, kissing your neck. Kento was nowhere to be seen, not even in the booth where Satoru and Geto sat, chatting up some girls. Yuki, was also gone, probably running off home to see her new boyfriend.
Sighing at the probability of Kento’s disappearance, you agreed, grabbing your coat and waving goodbye to your coworkers. You let the stranger take you outside. You had no intention of going home with the guy, just a cigarette before a long train home, where you would sit sexually frustrated and annoyed by the Nanami Kento. Him and his stupidly sexy stare.
You took two or three drags of Toji’s cigarette before he tossed it to the side and pushed you against the club’s wall, his lips on yours. At first, you kissed back, accepting his touch and trying to let yourself slip into the rhythm of him, but with every kiss and bite, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to sweeter, softer places, like the feeling of Kento’s lips against your skin.
Toji’s hands ran over, and your body tried to let it happen, but like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit, it felt wrong. Yet you didn’t push him away; if anything, you pulled him closer. Toji was good at the whole kissing thing; not once did your teeth accidentally collide, or his hand fall into an awkward position. It was all so easy, too easy, and you couldn’t help but miss the small fumbles of Kento.
“Huh?” Toji asked,
Shit. You had just whimpered out Kento’s name, loudly at that.
“Uh.” Not quite knowing what to say, some part of you was grateful to see Nanami walking towards you, a smirk painted on his face.
The other side of you was completely mortified at the fact that you had been caught saying his name with another man pressed against you.
“I am Kento.” That’s all he said before pulling you from under Toji and into his car.
If Toji had anything to say, he kept it to himself, turning back to the club and winking at a group of girls before approaching, sights set on someone new.
Glad to know the using was a mutual act.
No words needed to be spoken, and you already knew that he was driving to his house with no plans to drop you off.
***
Once you were passed his apartment door he began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. Stopping right at the last button he looked up at you, eyes full of lust, anger, jealousy, and something eles you couldn't quite figure out just yet.
PERFECT LOVER: The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin
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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.
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CHAPTER SIX:
Kento’s bathroom was nice, and it was also nice the last time you sat on the edge of his bathtub, hungover.
You stared at the drying white patch on the bottom of your dress and fought the urge to break out into uncontrollable laughter.
It was hilarious, it shouldn’t have been, but it was. This whole situation was starting to dawn on you; Kento Nanami, no matter how tall and how stoic and sneakily flirty he was, was a virgin—a virgin who was trusting you to be the calm and collected one. Running to the bathroom after having him release on you isn’t painting the image of a calm and collected person.
Opting for a calmer approach, you changed out of your dress first and threw on his shirt. It was black and oversized, with the words “Metallica” written in big white letters.
Metallica? He didn’t seem like the type.
When you opened your door, you were half surprised not to see Kento standing at your door waiting to usher you back into the kitchen, but he was nowhere to be seen. Walking down the dimly lit hallway and back into the living room, it was empty, with no sign of the blonde anywhere. You made sure to step over the rug and look over the couch to see Kento setting up the dinner table.
Candles lit and food already set down, Kento walked around the table, fussing over every last detail. It was cute to watch from a distance. You approached slowly and quietly, stopping once you were close enough to watch but far enough not to be detected. He hummed along to some jazz song that played in the background.
“Can I sit down, or should I keep watching you shift the cutlery to the right and then the left again?” You smiled at him, stepping into the warm yellowish candlelight. Its soft scent hugged your body and filled your nose.
“I don’t know…” Kento looked up at you, “I quite like my view right now. Maybe I’ll make you stand here for the rest of the night as I eat.”
“You wouldn’t be so cruel, Mr. Nanami.”
“I just might.”
Kento took your hand and led you to your spot. You were across from each other at the ends of the table.
“So Metallica?”
“Don’t seem like the type, do I?”
“Not in the slightest.” You laughed.
“Was very antisocial in high school.”
“More so than now?” Kento nodded before continuing,
“It was comical how bad it was. Anyways, my lack of want to socialize, along with wired earphones and a lock on my door, I found solace in music, loud, loud music.
Long story short, he was a big emo kid who swore that his life was not just a phase.”
“Awe. I was a big Orchestra nerd, Cello first chair, Always.”
“Of course you were.”
“I look like an Orchestra kid?”
“No, you look like the type to be perfect at everything.”
“You flatter me, Mr. Nanami.”
“Don’t let it go to your pretty head.”
“You think I am pretty?” you asked, taking another bite of the food, holding back the urge to moan at the taste.
Nanami didn’t answer immediately, taking a slow sip at his wine as he held your stare.
“You have no idea what I think about you.” You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to; it was like he dared you to break it first to give in. Kento was pulling you in each direction. Did he want you to take the lead, or did he want you to give in? Something in his eyes, a glimmer of defiance.
Take the lead, it is.
“Eat your food, Kento.” You said, a small smile painted on your face as it was your turn to take a long swig at your drink. The red wine slipped down your throat and warmed your stomach.
“I think you should do the same, Y/N. I can’t have you drinking on an empty stomach.” You laughed under your breath, taking a bite out of your food, watching as he followed along, only eating when you did.
Soon, nothing was on your plate and an almost empty wine cup.
“Come to the couch and bring the bottle with you, Kento.” Standing up, you didn’t wait to see if he had followed your order; you heard the quiet sound of his steps tracking behind you.
Sitting across from you, Nanami Kento looked on, a proud man.
“What do you want from me, Mr. Nanami?” Fear tightened its grip on your heart, uncertainty casting a shadow over your thoughts. You were both grown adults; there was no need to beat around the bush. Casual relationships were a familiar territory for you, but they always left someone hurt. Was Kento looking to be serious, or were you just a pawn in his game of manhood? A person must satisfy his desires and boast about them to Satoru. No matter how much you wanted to belive he wasn’t like that, he could be that type.
“I am a virgin.”
“As we have previously established.”
“I like you, but I am a virgin.” He took a deep breath before continuing. His eyes not on you fully. “I want to please you. I want to give you what others also could. But I— I don’t know how.”
“Kento… We don’t have to jump straight into the sex. It can wait.”
“I don’t want to wait. I want you to teach me.”
“Teach you?”
“Yes. So tell me what you want, and teach me how to do it. I’ll be good for you; I’ll be so so good if you give me time to learn.”
“You want me to teach you?”
His head nodded rapidly as he inched closer to you, and now on your thigh, ghosting over your damp-clothed cunt.
“Fuck.” You whispered under your breath.
“Is that what you want? Me to fuck you?” His head fell into your neck, panting as his hand pressed against your pussy.
You shook your heads at his words. You did want him to fuck you, but your head became less and less there as his fingers rubbed you over your panties.
“No? you don’t want me to fuck you?” He was teasing you. Mocking you.
“Kento.” You warned him as you pressed yourself into his hand more.
“Y/N.” He mirrored.
“I want you to make me cum.”
“Teach me.” He whispered against your skin. Hands tugging at your panties until they ripped. He discarded the wet fabric on his rug and kept his attention on you. More so, your aching cunt. With one thick finger now inside you, you writhed against him.
“Tell me what to do, Y/N.” He demanded.
“Pump in and out.” He nodded, watching your face as you let yourself be taken by the pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Kento. More. More Please More now.” You grasped his hair, tugging it back slightly as you moved your hips in time with his digit.
“Another one?”
“Yes, God Y-Yes.”
With another finger in you now, your whines and moans became more consistent as he forced them out of you.
“Curl your fingers up. Kento.”
He didn’t even verbally respond. He was too busy moaning at you, moaning as if your pleasure was just as much his as it was yours.
His head was already nuzzled in your neck. He took a long stripe at your jugular as his fingers made a come here motion inside you.
You were a mess, moaning and panting. It was like he was pulling pleasure from you on a string. His breath felt hot against you, and in between the groans of pleasure he received, grinding into your words so high pitched, so whiney they couldn’t have possibly been from him. But they were.
“Teach me.” A bite to your neck and a groan followed. You could barely breathe, let alone process his words to you.
“I am teaching you.” You slurred through a honeyed tongue.
“Teach me”, He repeated, licking over his previous bite. “Please, Y/N. Show me how to make you cum,”
“Y-You, are already doing– Fuck!” It was too much; you tried, but the words failed you. Your sentences became nothing but incoherent babbles,
“I thought you said you wanted me to make you cum,” Kento removed his fingers, taking them to his mouth, “So Teach me, Y/N.”
He raised your hips until your legs sat over his shoulders and mouth hovering outside of your wet entrance. He took a greedy stripe at your cunt; slowly, with so much pressure, a broken sob escaped you. It was a single lick, and he pulled away immediately, not before moaning at your taste.
“Please,” he begged over and over as he continued to force your hips against him.
“Teach me.” He licked again. This time, no moan left you. Despite your mouth being wide open in the shape of an “O”, You didn’t make a single sound. Your body convulsed, and you came all over his chin.
“Teach me,” Kento demanded one last time. And you nodded mindlessly along to his words, and Kento had cum again, just from the sight of you.
