An absolutely unhinged delicious "Help, I'm stuck!" series, where the reader is taken care of by the JJK guys.
18+ as always. Pure smut.
*Visual art of Reader/Nanami positions, link enclosed*
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You were never able to concentrate fully when sent on a mission with Nanami Kento, and it drove you to absolute distraction. The broad taper of his shoulders and nipped waist; the way his thighs strained his tan trousers dangerously tightly as he moved to sweep Curses like a minefield; the slow, considered, gravelly voice. You remained professional...but clumsy.
Already blushing after Kento complimented you smoothly on landing the killing blow on the Curse, now crumbled and decaying before you, you sought the Cursed item that had been drawing such powerful monsters in. Roaming through the remnants of this crumbling city-edge mansion, you headed into a dining room, feeling the thrum of nearby Cursed energy that told you you were nearing your goal.
Your hand brushed the brickwork of an old chimney stack-- gotcha, you thought, leaning down to try to look up it, unable to find the right angle. Sitting on your bottom, and shuffling backwards to look directly up the chimney, you reached in, feeling something small and fabric wrapped, wedged into old brickwork. You began to work to free the item.
"In here!" you yelled, as you heard Kento call for you. Your yelling brought a crumble and cloud of soot and brick dust onto your face, and as you coughed, pulling the cursed item free, part of the chimney stack collapsed inwards against you, pinning you in place, bottom still sat on the floor below you.
You heard hard footsteps towards the room as you shrieked, Kento calling for you in concern. You coughed and spluttered, glasses covered in debris, stuck in the dark. You felt Kento approach, hearing him drop to his knees, and blushing as his hands lightly grazed your waist and hips, checking for injury.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, his usual calm and considered self. He almost sounded like he was holding back a laugh, you thought.
"No, but I...I don't think I can get out. I'm stuck," you complained, mortified by your own lack of care. You heard Kento hum to himself.
"That is a problem," he toned, low and sardonic, "what shall we do with you?" You blushed, heat creeping up your cheeks at the promise in his voice. You swallowed.
"Uhm...Kento? Can you get me out?"
"Well, yes. I absolutely can." Silence. Kento's hands were still on your hips, fingers tapping, slow and thoughtful.
As you opened your mouth to speak again, clenching your thighs together, not unnoticed by Kento, he spoke again.
"But, why rush? After all," he toned, voice silky smooth as his fingers squeezed your hips appreciatively, "we might even see this as...serendipitous." You let out a soft gasp, squeaking as you felt his warm, broad palms reach underneath you to squeeze your arse, the touch drawn-out and lingering.
"I've waited for a long time, you know," he intoned, musing out loud, "all those missions together. All the times I've caught you staring. How the hairs stand up on your arms when I talk to you."
You trembled as you felt his hands wander to the front of your trousers, reaching down to deftly unbutton and unzip your them. You throbbed, thighs clenching and eager.
"I can almost taste you aching for me," Kento teased, thrilled by how you shook in silent anticipation. "It would be cruel to let you suffer like this any longer." Your eyes were closed now, lost in your dream of Kento taking charge being realised.
Kento felt his cock twitch against his thigh as he slipped his hand down the front of your trousers, humming in appreciation at the laced edge of your underwear, before grazing his fingers against your pussy, admiring the growing wetness of your underwear. His mouth watered, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.
Feeling your thighs clamp around his hand, holding it in place, Kento chuckled as he heard a breathy moan from within the chimney stack. He continued to stroke you, increasing the pressure just enough that you felt a distant soft ache building in your clit.
"Kento-- I-- please--"
"Lovely manners," he groaned, palming himself through his trousers as he slowly started to edge his fingers out of your trousers. You let out a frustrated squeak and a wiggle, and Kento bit his lip to suppress another laugh.
"Ask nicely," he teased, admiring the soft spread of your thighs against the floor, running his other hand up and down them to delight in the plushness of you. He pursed his lips in mirth as he heard you huff at him behind the chimney stack.
Your complaining stopped, however, when you felt him grip your trousers and eagerly peel them off you, along with your underwear, leaving your bottom half totally naked in one shockingly bold move.
You were speechless, blushing wildly and flustered, and you heard fabric-y shuffles against the floor, before feeling your bottom lifted by strong arms and settled onto Kento's muscular, planed chest. You squeaked as he slapped your bum in appreciation, the sting making you moan.
"I hope you know this is me asking you out for dinner," he soothed. Kento lifted your bottom again, high enough for him to wriggle under and delve his tongue into your quivering heat, wetting his lips at the sight of your soft folds and full round arse.
"Although...at least the first time, I'll be eating out without you." You had barely a moment to process before Kento released your weight, forcing your pussy down onto his face. You cried out, feeling your clit immediately hit Kento's chin, his tongue appreciatively licking a long stripe between your entrance and clit, nose nuzzling into your fluttering hole.
Pleasure hit you in deep throbs as Kento rocked your hips back and forth on his face, encouraging you to ride him, your knees and thighs splayed out at either side of his head. Allowing you to roll your clit against his chin and lips until you were mewling, your essence running down his neck to decorate his collar, Kento shifted his mouth down to pucker his lips firmly around your clit, flicking his tongue quickly against it.
You shivered, begging, "-- oh god, Kento-- just keep doing that, that's perfect, I can't-- I can't--" Kento carried on, nose still nuzzling into your pussy and tongue flicking against your clit, pleasuring you with absolute practiced ease. He groaned as he felt your thighs clamp around his head, the vibrations sending you over the cliff's edge and you fell, stomach swooping and clenching as you came with a cry, gasping and coughing as more brick dust collapsed onto your face.
Kento nuzzled into you, gripping your thighs affectionately with strong forearms, rocking you from side to side as he squeezed them to the sides of his head, cuddling your lower half to him. Lifting you off, and planting a kiss on your folds, Kento lifted his tie to wipe your cum off his face.
"Is that a yes to dinner, then?" He asked, laughing as you tried to kick at him.
Man, I fucked up. I was chasin' some demon, pretty low hangin' fruit, but times are tough. So uh, long story short, i'm now in the art museum in Vienna. What the fuck do I do
I’m so mentally drained...
My coloring job take ALL my awake time I have to work till 22pm sometimes and I’m so exhausted I can barely play wow (not like there is much to do lately...)
But there is also the house mental that isn’t great.
- my sister just had her summer-scedule and it sucks. She’s working too much and beraly have one-day week(end to balance it out. She’s going to be super irritated and knowing her she gonna be impossible to talk to.
- my mother is on a downhill since a week. A FULL WEEK WITHOUT GETTING OUT OF HER FUCKIN BED! There is nothing I can do and she doesn’t want to do anything to shake her up.
- knowing that my mother won’t do fuck we’re low on food, I do my best to cook meals with leftovers but it’s hard and my sister needs corect meals. Since my mom and I are stuck home we can eat at different hours and/or not eating. but my sister is well awarey she’ll have to do errands with me on her days off -> more irritation on her side.
”But Tee, why you’re not going out by youserlf ?”I just... can’t.
I don’t have a driving license and yes you need a car gto go out and in of the village ; since I need 45min on foot to reach the closest city.
And going back home can get up to 1h30 since we’re living up to a big hill with a fuckin steep road! (yes, there is an other road to get to my village but it’s a 4 hours trip since the road runs around the hill)
And that’s if you’re not loaded up !
“Why don’t you use taxis ?” -> fuckin expensive and I don’t trust them enough. I took 3 taxis in my life and all of them tried to steal money from me for various reason (I have lots of babages ? bagage fee ! / make us take turns and turns and turns around our street saying “there is only one way street and I can’t find it” ect...) so no taxis.
I could use the “drive” service of our local grocery store... But even for a 10 minutes trip my mother doesn’t want to go. Not like going to, pay, loading the car, going home is a lot. But it’s apparently too much.
Oh by the way did I tell you that I jucking hate the downhuill people that were taking them with me ? YEAH THANKS MOM !
Running out of Fallen London actions before needing to sleep, knowing the timezones are Not Kind To Me and with there being a Very Particular time-sensitive event has me like
will i ever escape. will i ever survive. if i log out now will my character be deleted.
And as much as I want to say 'Failbetter wouldn't delete my character like this'? I cannot say for sure! That's just what this Estival feels like right now!
Anyway goodnight, they'll probably kill me in the morning <3
