nanami x reader
You scroll through your phone one lazy afternoon in the cozy apartment you share with Kento, a grin on your face as you film the quick TikTok. It’s a trendy dance, just you in comfy loungewear moving your hips to the beat before lip-syncing the audio with exaggerated innocence: “Put the dick in my stomach.” You hit post, giggling at how absurdly bold it feels, and go back to folding laundry.
—5 min later
The front door clicks open. You hear the familiar clink of his keys, the soft sigh as he loosens his tie. “I’m home,” he calls, voice deep and even, though you catch the faint edge of fatigue.
—30 mins later
You’re on all fours on the bed, knees sinking into the sheets, back arched deep as Kento kneels behind you. His grip on your hips is punishing, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as he thrusts into you with slow, deliberate strokes—deep enough to make you ache, but not fast enough to let you cum.
Every time your moans start getting louder, every time your pussy starts fluttering around him like you’re close, he slows down or pulls almost all the way out, leaving just the head inside you.
“Pathetic,” he mutters, voice low and mocking against your ear. “Already trying to cum? I haven’t even started fucking you properly yet.”
He leans over you, chest pressing against your back as one hand slides up to wrap around your throat. He squeezes just enough to make your head feel light while the other hand grabs your jaw, forcing two fingers past your lips and shoving them deep onto your tongue.
“Suck like you mean it,” he growls, thrusting lazily a few times just to tease that spot inside you before stopping again. “Or I’ll pull out and make you watch me finish on your back instead.”
You whimper around his fingers, drooling helplessly as he starts fucking you harder, bullying that perfect angle with every brutal snap of his hips. He yanks your hips back onto him, using you like a toy, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and obscene.
“Look at you,” he sneers, fingers fucking your mouth in time with his cock. “Drooling all over my hand like a desperate little slut. This is what you wanted when you posted that video, isn’t it? Just begging to be used.”
He keeps pounding you right to the edge, then slowing down the second you start to shake, laughing lowly when you whine in frustration.
Only when you’re a trembling, tear-streaked mess does he finally let himself go. He slams into you hard and fast, chasing his own pleasure without a single care for yours. With a deep groan he buries himself to the hilt and cums, filling you up in thick, hot pulses.
Then his full weight drops onto your back, heavy and smothering as he collapses on top of you, still buried deep. You squirm underneath him, gasping. “Kento—get off, you’re crushing me—”
“Shut up,” he mutters against your neck, voice lazy, not moving an inch. “I’m not done yet.” he twirls a strand of your hair, then kisses your forehead.