You're kneeling on the floor, right in front of the bed, the soft rug beneath your knees contrasting with the hard parquet floor below.
Nanami is sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt open, his suit trousers pulled down just enough to reveal his hardened penis, erect before you, his tie hanging loosely around his neck like an ironic reminder of the perfectly controlled man he is at work.
You've been sucking him slowly and deeply for a few minutes. You alternate between lazy sucks and faster movements of your tongue under the glans, where the skin is so thin and sensitive.
Each time you go down until your lips almost touch the base, a low rumble vibrates in his throat. His hands remain clenched on the sheets, his knuckles white. He doesn't touch your head; he would never force you.
That's Nanami: even on the verge of climax, he maintains this almost painful restraint. But you can feel him trembling.
His thighs twitch beneath your palms. Her breath has become uneven, ragged. A bead of sweat trickles down her temple and slowly slides along her square jaw.
That's when the idea hits you, like a flash. A scene you'd glimpsed long ago in a video, almost by chance. A woman using her breasts to completely envelop the guy's cock. At the time, you'd found it both vulgar and strangely… sophisticated.
And now, with Nanami so hard, so swollen against your tongue, the desire to test you consumes you. You slowly straighten up, letting its length leave your mouth with a wet, obscene sound. A thread of erotic saliva still connects your lips to the red, leaking glans.
Nanami's eyes snap open, his brows furrowed in an expression of surprise mixed with despair. "What are you doing, honey?" he asks, his voice hoarse, almost broken.
You don't answer with words. Instead, you rise to your knees, cup your breasts in your hands, and press them tightly together, creating a narrow tunnel of warm, soft flesh. Then, with calculated slowness, you guide his throbbing penis between them.
The sensation is immediate: it's hot and soft. He jerks violently, a muffled sound dying in his throat that makes you moan involuntarily.
"Fuck my tits, Kento," you whisper, your eyes raised to him, your voice low and steady. He stares at you for a full second, as if absorbing the request.
Then a very slow, almost predatory smile stretches the corner of his mouth. That rare smile he only wears when he's about to let go.
"You're really going to kill me one day..." he breathes. But he obeys. His large hands come to cover yours. He adjusts the angle slightly, tightens the pressure, and begins to move.
At first, it's cautious, almost experimental. He rolls his hips with restraint, testing the new sensation. But very quickly, the glide improves: your saliva, his precum flowing, the heat of your bodies.
Each thrust becomes smoother, deeper. The red, swollen glans appears and disappears between your breasts, leaving a glistening trail on your skin.
You increase the pressure, your fingers digging into your own flesh to squeeze him even tighter. The friction becomes filthy, deliciously obscene. Skin sticks and peels away with each stroke, making a small, wet, obscene sound.
His prominent veins thump against your sensitive breasts, and you feel his pulse quicken. Nanami groans and moans; he's no longer even trying to hold back. His head tilts back slightly, the tendons in his neck bulging. A vein throbs at his temple.
How can a man be so cute and sexy at the same time? Just looking at him makes you even wetter and more eager to please him. So you decide to take it a step further.
With one hand, you hold the base of his penis to guide his movements, with the other you squeeze your breasts together even more. You tilt your head so you can lick the head each time it emerges, a quick, provocative flick of your tongue.
"Fuck..." he swears through gritted teeth, his voice breaking. "You're going to kill me, baby." It's the first time you've heard him swear so crudely.
His hips quicken, losing their usual grace. The thrusts become more erratic, more brutal. Your breasts redden slightly from the repeated friction, but the burning only amplifies the twisted pleasure rising within you.
You can feel he's about to come now. His penis swells even more between your breasts, hard as marble. His veins thump furiously. His abdominal muscles contract in violent spasms.
"My love... I'm going to..." he gasps, the words broken. You squeeze one last time, lick the head of his penis one final time, and whisper against his skin: "Go on. Cum on my boobs."
A guttural groan tears from his throat. His hips thrust violently one last time, almost desperately. Then his body freezes, arched, trembling.
A guttural groan tears at his throat. His hips give one last violent, almost desperate thrust. Then his body freezes, arched, trembling.
Thick, hot jets erupt in powerful strands. The first lands high, on your collarbone, tracing a burning line to the base of your neck. The second floods the hollow between your breasts. The third touches your throat and slides slowly down to your breasts. A smaller, almost lazy drop lands right at the corner of your lips.
You feel it, hot, salty, obscene. Nanami trembles all over. His eyes are closed, his mouth slightly open in a hoarse breath. His muscles still twitch in waves, as if the pleasure were coursing through him again and again.
With a slightly trembling hand, he extends his thumb and delicately wipes the white droplet at the corner of your mouth. The gesture is almost unreal in its tenderness afterward.
Then he leans down, grasps the back of your neck with a firm but gentle grip, and kisses you. The kiss is messy, deep, hungry.
He tastes his semen on your tongue without the slightest hesitation, groaning softly against your lips. When he finally pulls away, he presses his forehead against yours, his breath still short and uneven.
"I didn't know... it could be this intense," he murmurs, his voice hoarse and low. "You're destroying me... slowly." You smile, his chest still glistening, your heart pounding wildly.
"Good," you breathe back, a little breathless. "Because you're destroying me too." He laughs softly, a tired, tender sound.
Then he pulls you close, wrapping you tightly in his arms around your back. His skin burns against yours. “Let me take care of you now,” he murmured against your hair, his voice calming again. “You deserve my care.”
“You’d better,” you said, laughing and rubbing against him, which smeared his semen onto his shirt. He didn’t even notice and smiled.
“I know, my love,” he said, and kissed you passionately, running his hand through your soft hair.
synopsis: you're married but frustrated by the distance in your relationship and neglected by your husband, and during a weekend at the beach you let yourself be swept away into an intense adventure with Toji and Sukuna that will change your life forever.
warnings: NSFW (MDNI), cheating, size kink, threesome, unprotected sex, Toji & Sukuna have big dicks, slight jealousy, swallowing cum, disgusting sex, dick addict, squirting, creampie, tears, handjob, blowjob, deepthroat, kiss, overstimulation, drunk reader, reader is older than Sukuna & Toji, Sukuna has piercings, semi-public sex, slight dubcon (part 1), cum on face and body, dirty talk/name, pussy eating, sex in front of a mirror, humiliation, fingering (female receiving), aftercare, slight choking
a/n: i really love this series I hope you do too! A part 4 wasn't planned but I want to explore the after of the relationship and the reactions of this throuple 🤓
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
new taglist for the "part 4" !
comment (for to be tagged) & reblog for support me !
You're on the plane to Malaysia. As soon as you finish the safety briefing, you fall asleep straight away, lulled by the drone of the engines and the accumulated fatigue of rating the plane.
When you open your eyes again, a deep, gentle voice gently pulls you from your sleep. "Damsel, I think they'll be serving dinner soon."
You blink, still half asleep, before realizing your head is resting on the shoulder of a man you don't know. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to sleep on you!" You sit up immediately, your heart pounding and your cheeks flushed, terribly embarrassed.
He laughs lightly, clutching your head. "It's nothing, I assure you." Then you really see him. His features are harmonious, calm, almost too perfect to be real. Thin glasses perched on a straight nose, perfectly styled blond locks, and that impeccable look despite the hours of flying.
"Kento. Nanami Kento," he says, extending his hand. You shake it, still a little dazed. "Y/N." His hand is large and warm. It's surprisingly soft.
His gaze slides over you, polite but attentive. "I woke you up because they'll be coming by soon to offer the menu."
"Ah—thanks... and sorry again. I was really exhausted." you say, giving a small, awkward smile. "It didn't bother me," he replies simply, but there's something almost gentle, comforting about his tone.
You look away, hoping to calm the fire slowly rising in your cheeks. This guy is way too good-looking for his own good. You're not going to lie, he's definitely your type. You regain some composure, trying as best you can to calm the blush rising in your cheeks.
He's there, calm, beige shirt slightly rolled up on his forearms, gold watch on his wrist, round glasses sliding a little down his nose. His woody, understated, terribly masculine scent envelops you completely.
"Are you traveling for work?" he asks, his voice deep but gentle. You nod, a little nervous. "Yes... a short business trip. And you?"
"Vacation," he replies simply, his smile barely a hint. "I needed to... disconnect."
There's something about the way he speaks, calm and precise, almost hypnotic. And that serious look, but with a warmth in the background, a contained gentleness.
You struggle to meet his gaze without looking away. You try to laugh to lighten the mood. "You must be used to strangers sleeping on your shoulder during flights, right?"
"Not really, no," he replies, his tone amused. "But I'm not going to complain. You're sleeping peacefully." Your heart skips a beat. You swallow nervously, your stomach knotting with a strange new excitement. "You're... too nice."
He tilts his head slightly, as if studying you. "I don't think you can be too nice, especially to someone so charming."
You almost swallow and choke. The compliment takes you by surprise. You stare at him, shocked by his frankness but clearly flattered. You search for a hint of mockery in his eyes, but he's perfectly serious.
A slight silence falls. Only the muffled sounds of other passengers and the steady drone of the engines fill the air. You shift a little in your seat, aware of the proximity of your arms, the warmth of his shoulder, which you unknowingly brushed against earlier.
"Are you staying in Malaysia for long?" he asks finally, in a more neutral tone. "Three weeks, maybe a month."
"Hmm. Me too." His gaze falls on you again. It's so gentle. "Then maybe we'll cross paths again. I sincerely hope so, anyway." You feel a shiver run through you. You smile, a little more assured. "Maybe."
When the hostess comes back to offer the menus, you realize you're not really hungry anymore. Because the only thing your mind seems to be processing, at that moment, is the presence of Kento Nanami, this stranger with his magnetic calm, his warm voice, and his gaze too gentle to be real sitting right next to you, 10,000 meters above the ground.
The kitchen smells of garlic sautéed in olive oil, fresh herbs chopped with a knife, and fresh bread browning in the oven.
You stand at the counter, your hands slightly trembling around the knife, concentrating on evenly slicing the cherry tomatoes. You want to do well. You want to impress your teacher for the day.
Chef Nanami stands behind you. You don't need to turn your head. You hear his calm, steady breathing, closer than it should be.
"Cut more at an angle. Watch. Let me show you." His voice is low, warm, just behind your ear. It slides down the back of your neck and makes you shiver.
You stop, almost frozen, as his large, firm, precise hands rest on yours. He slowly guides your movements.
You're not really breathing anymore. He's against you, without actually touching you. The warmth of his chest against your back, the controlled gentleness of his movements, his fingers brushing yours, comforts you.
"There. That's much better. Sharper. More controlled."
You nod, not daring to speak. Your heart is pounding against your chest. He surely feels it. How could he not?
He stays like that a few seconds too long, his chin almost resting on your shoulder, before straightening slightly. You take the opportunity to breathe, but it doesn't last.
He grabs a strand of hair that has escaped from your clip and gently tucks it behind your ear. His finger brushes your cheek in a gesture of astonishing tenderness.
"You're progressing quickly. I like it."
You turn your head towards him slowly. His gaze meets yours, intense, calm, burning with a discreet but present fire. He smiles slightly, the kind of smile that can make you fall to your knees and give him what he wants.
"Want to try it?" he asks, pointing at the gently simmering sauce. You nod. He dips the spoon, brings it to your lips, but keeps his gaze on you. You open your mouth, taste... and frown slightly.
"Maybe a little more salt?" He studies you for a few seconds, then smiles, almost proudly. "That's exactly what I was going to say. You're a good student."
He moves away slightly to adjust the seasoning, and you take advantage of this respite to breathe deeply. You didn't come here for this. At least, that's what you tell yourself. But in the house, in this kitchen bathed in soft light, with him... everything becomes a blur.
Everything becomes simple.
You continue chopping, mixing, following his instructions. He often comes back to stand behind you. Correct your posture. Slides his hand behind your back to help you straighten up. Whispers in your ear when you get tangled up in the spices.
And you try to stay focused despite everything. When the dish is finally ready, you watch him plate it with his usual precision. Everything is beautiful, clean, elegant. He hands you a plate.
"You'll see. It's even better when you made it." You smile. He watches you sit down at the table, savor the first bite. You look up at him, surprised: "It's... it's good. Seriously good."
He comes closer, squats down next to you, and whispers, staring at your mouth: "You cooked it. Of course it's good."
Your heart sinks gently. He leans in, and without giving you time to respond, he places a kiss on the corner of your lip. "You're progressing quickly, I told you." But you don't have to keep playing the student." You smile and watch him straighten slightly, sliding his fingers under your chin to make you look up.
"You're already my wife. You don't need to cook, I'll make you any meal you want, baby, and if I wanted to complain, it would have been done long ago."
You smile and place a kiss on his jaw: "I want to cook for you. It makes me happy even if I'm not at the same level as a chef like you."
"Not wrong." He smiles and truly kisses you, lovingly and lightly. "Since when did you stop being modest, mister Nanami?" you ask, feigning outrage.
"Since my pretty wife is always complimenting me."
a/n: its been so long since i've rlly written for nanami💔 masterlist
noisy neighbor. pervert neighbor! nanami kento x fem! reader
synopsis: you're way too loud for your poor, perverted neighbor, so he's asking you to apologize.
warnings: NSFW (MDNI), eavesdropping, dirty talk/names, creampie, dIckaddict, cervIxkissing, foreplay, rough, calling while fucking, tears, overstimulation, possessiveness, sperm, jealousy, a little toxic, humiliation, spitting, pvssy eating, pvssydrunk, spanking, fingering, creampie, finger sucking, Nanami has a big dick and obsessed by reader.
a/n: day 2 of kinkober! one of my favorites this month 🤭
words: 7666.
The bed creaking and banging against the wall, the loud moans and screams, the dirty words whispered to you, the slaps to your pussy or ass, your pretty slutty voice breaking the silence.
Nanami hears all of this through the thin walls separating you.
You don't even realize it, too absorbed in the pleasure, in what the other is tearing out of you between your thighs. But for Nanami, it's pure torture. How could he sleep while on the other side, you're being fucked like a whore by someone else?
But still, he couldn't stop his body from reacting to your cries. Hearing your pretty voice crack as the thrusts got faster or deeper, his cock instinctively rose.
But damn. He hates this.
He feels like a pervert when he jerks off every night to your strangled moans, the slaps you receive, your stifled breath, the way you scream someone else's name. But he can't help it. He closes his eyes, slides his hand under his boxers, and lets his shame evaporate with the rhythm of your cries.
And the more the nights pass, the more obsessed he becomes; he couldn't take it anymore. He wanted you to choose him. Just him.
He watches you as you take out the trash in your little white shorts, your too-tight top hugging every curve. He wonders if you're doing it on purpose. If you know your tantalizing nipples are poking through the fabric. That your thighs are an invitation.
Nanami finally decides to go to your door. He crosses the hall and knocks on your door.
You get up and open it, surprised. Your hair still a mess, your half-naked body, that little blue top that hides nothing, your too-short shorts that reveal the tops of your full thighs.
"Hey, Nanami. What's wrong? Do you need help?" you ask, wondering what he wants at this late hour. He looks you over, slowly. Without restraint. He sees your hard nipples, your still-rapid breathing, your thighs slightly clenched. You're dressed like a slut... in your own home. But he wants to believe it's for him.
He wishes it were for him that you're dressed like a little slut so he can rip them off and fuck you like you deserve. He leans over the doorframe and looks down on you with his tired eyes. He couldn't sleep with your slutty moans and screams. And your creaky bed banging against the wall.
"I hear you every night. I can't sleep because of you." Embarrassment instantly burns your cheeks and your heart skips a beat. You thought you were quieter than that and that you could be heard slightly... It's so embarrassing. "I'm so sorry, Nanami... I really didn't mean to keep you awake. It's... so embarrassing."
"Mhh, of course. How are you going to make it up to me? My sleep has taken a hit, doll." What did he call you? 'doll'? Shit, it strangely turns you on. Besides, he's everything you want in your bed. Your neighbor is your fantasy personified. He is and has everything you dream of in a man. Your legs are slightly trembling with excitement.
"So no answer? I expected better from such a slut like you." He sits up and looks you up and down, noticing your thighs clenching. He smiles. You've never seen him smile. He's sexy when he smiles.
"Sorry, Nanami." Your voice is soft and slightly flirtatious. "How can I make it up to you? I'll do anything to make it up to you." You look into his eyes.
You stare straight into his eyes, searching for the slightest reaction. A slow, carnivorous smile stretches his lips. You feel the sexual tension rising between you, palpable, electric.
He takes a step closer and closes the door behind him. His immense body is facing you.
"As you wish, baby."
That nickname again. It resonates within you like an intimate command. You feel your stomach tighten, your pussy react, dripping wet. Your legs almost give way of their own accord. And as if guided by an external force, you slide to your knees, your eyes raised to his.
"Is this how you want to make it up to me? Interesting." His hand slowly comes to rest on your hair, possessive, heavy with meaning. Your fingers slide unashamedly along his sweatpants, to the taut swell of his cock.
"Shit..." he breathes and bites his lip to keep from moaning at your mere touch. He's so turned on because of you. You can see the dark stain of precum on his gray sweatpants. You can't help but smile. You have such an effect on him? He's so needy. It turns you on even more.
"Do I turn you on that much, Nanami? I wonder if you've ever touched yourself on me? While I was getting fucked by someone else..." you ask with a slight, flirtatious smile. He doesn't answer, but his face responds for him. He did it, but how could you blame him? Your moans were so pathetic and sexy that his cock reacted on its own.
You get comfortably on your knees and feel Nanami's cock through his fabric. His cock feels so big, thick, and hot. You can almost salivate over him without even seeing it. After a few touches, you gently push him back until he's leaning against the door. You lean forward, letting your breasts escape from your top so he has a perfect view of you.
Your hands grab the elastic of his stained sweatpants and let them fall to his feet. Your gaze lingers on his black boxers, stretched taut by his cock. Your lips kiss his entire length through the fabric, all the way to his leaking tip of precum. Your hands cling to his balls and play with them. They're so heavy and hot. You feel even wetter.
"Stop playing around, darling. Take that shit off." His voice is deeper, almost raspy. His impatience makes you smile.
You obey slowly, sliding down his boxers, finally freeing his cock. It slaps against his stomach, imposing, then your face, and stands up proudly. You stand there for a second, staring at it.
It's so big and thick, as you guessed. It's decorated with pretty veins along its length, and its tip is red and looks angry. It's so obscene.
"How long has it been since you fucked, Nanami? Your dick looks like it hasn't seen anything but your hand in a while." you ask provocatively, your eyes shining with excitement. You notice his eyebrows furrow slightly. "A long time."
You suspected it, but how does a man like him not get laid? He's clearly the fantasy of many women, and even men; he wouldn't have too much trouble finding someone, especially for one night. "How come?" you ask, looking at him and rubbing your thumb in slow circles over his red, swollen tip, spreading his precum over his head.
"I'll tell you if you make me feel good, darling."
He gently strokes your hair, as if to encourage you. You nod obediently. You collect his juices with your hands, spit in them, and begin to slowly masturbate him. Even with both of you, you can't even cover his entire length.
He moans slightly. You feel his pelvis jerk. He's starting to lose patience; he wants more of you. He wants to feel your wet little mouth around his cock.
"Put your fucking mouth in there, slut. I can't wait. Please me, okay?" His voice is raspy and hoarse with pleasure. Yet, his smile is cruel, but irresistible.
You let him guide your head, offering it up, you open your mouth wide, your tongue brushing against its tip, the salty taste of his pre-cum already tingling your taste buds. Then, slowly, you take it down your throat. Inch by inch.
Your mouth is hot and wet, almost devoted to him. You suck it in hungrily, your throat contracting gently when he pushes your head a little further. You continue to look at him, he groans, his head tilting back slightly, and bites his lip at the pleasure you're giving him.
His cock is so big that it spreads your lips wide, making your mouth water in anticipation. You feel it vibrate under your tongue, its veins pulsing, its tip gently pressing against the roof of your mouth. "Fuck, you have the perfect mouth for this... Shit, baby."
He lets his fingers cling to your hair. To encourage you to take him deeper and follow the movement of your head along his cock, the hungry back-and-forth of your lips around him. And you don't take your eyes off him.
Your eyes fixed on his, despite the tears beginning to roll down your cheeks with each deep thrust. You want him. You want to hear him moan your name, feel his body tense, for him to fuck your throat until he comes.
You hollow your cheeks, intensify the pace. Your tongue swirls around his length, then traces circles around his head before taking him back in your mouth with more voracity.
You feel your saliva forming and running down your chin. You pull away and smile. Strings of saliva connect your mouth to his cock. It's a slobbery, sticky mess.
Nanami looks at you and smiles. He would have liked to take a picture of you. You look so pretty right now on your knees, your cheeks flushed and your pretty eyes watering, sucking his cock like the pretty whore you are.
You put your mouth back on him and slide your hands under his heavy, full balls, gently massaging and caressing them. You feel his grip on your hair tighten. "Watch me while you suck me, slut."
You look up, your mouth full, your gaze fixed on his. You can barely see him because of the tears, but you know he's a mess. You hear it in his hitched breath.
His soft hand slides down your cheek and wipes away your tears of pleasure. You look so pretty there, on your knees, your slutty expression on your face, your lips swollen and red, your throat tight around his cock, soiled by your desire to make him cum.
He chuckles softly, a grin on his lips as he feels how much you struggle to take him fully even though your jaw hurts. You're so devoted to him it makes him laugh.
You feel Nanami's cock throbbing against the hollow of your cheek. He's about to come, you can feel it. His hand tightens in your hair and his muscles tense.
You compensate for the inches you can't take with your hand, squeezing his base, your throat still full of his cock, your movements faster, your saliva dripping everywhere, your vibrant moans resonating against his skin.
Nanami groans, guessing your intentions. His hand grips your hair tighter and pushes your head back with his length. You hear his heavy breathing and the curses he utters into the air. He doesn't want to come now.
"Stop...fuck, baby, you almost had me." His breathing is heavy. He lets his head fall back for a moment, his chest heaving with his agitated breath. His muscles are tense. "You've been such a good girl, but I can't come now. Not until I make you come and fuck you."
You stay there, on your knees, your mouth still half open, panting, slightly frustrated. Disappointment washes over you. You wanted to make him come, for him to fill your mouth, to taste the cum you'd fantasized about so much.
But now, another desire grows within you. It's the desire for him to take you. You want him to turn you over, fill you with his viscous cum, and mold your walls to fit his enormous size. You wipe your tears with the back of your hand, tilt your chin up, and look at him.
Your eyes meet his. He's excited. He wants you so much he can't get out of your mind. You sit up slowly, your body still trembling from the position, and approach him. Your hands rest on his burning chest.
"Do what you have to do then?" Your voice trembles, halfway between desire and want, you were on the verge of begging him to take you until you couldn't walk, think, or speak. You wanted it so much.
He didn't answer right away. He looked at you for a long time. And instead of speaking, he smiled at you. A smile that was almost tender but devastating. His hands slipped under your thighs, lifting you with disturbing ease, as if your weight was nothing in his arms. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist and your arms around the back of his neck, your chest pressed against his chest.
You feel his breath against your neck, warm, steady. He leads you to your room without saying a word, as if he already knows the way, as if it's his home.
He gently places you on the bed. The mattress creaks a little under your weight, and your heart beats wildly in your chest. He's still looking at you, standing in front of you in the darkness.
"Take off your clothes." His deep voice echoes through the room. Your trembling fingers first cling to the hem of your top. You slowly remove it, revealing your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples immediately harden, as if already crying out for his lips. You slide your too-short shorts down your legs and throw them to the floor.
He arches an eyebrow as he discovers your bare, glistening innermost part. "No panties under your shorts?..." His mouth moves closer to your ear, his raspy voice enveloping you. "I should expect that from a girl like you."
A shiver runs through your skin at his crude words, your body entirely exposed to his burning gaze. You're vulnerable, but your gaze doesn't avoid his. On the contrary, you almost provoke him.
He rips off his shirt in one motion, revealing a sculpted torso, bulging muscles, and bulging veins running down his arms. In the dim light, he looks unreal. He resembles a sin himself.
"You have no idea what you're doing to me." His fingers cup your chin, forcing your face to stay raised towards him, before his lips capture yours. The kiss is slow, deep, more intimate than the last. His tongue explores yours with an intoxicating softness that makes you lose your footing. Yet his hands remain gentle, just that light touch to your chin, enough to frustrate you, but enough to stir your desire.
He breaks the kiss, brushing his mouth over your skin. From the hollow of your chin to the curve of your throat, then lower, until he captures one of your nipples between his lips. You gasp immediately, your back arching under the burning caress.
"Do you like it when I lick your slutty breasts?" he breathes, his smile against your skin. You moan, unable to hold back your voice. Your fingers dig into his blond hair, encouraging him to continue.
His teeth close over your nipple, making you cry out in pleasure as he bites it and releases it cruelly. His hand slides between your thighs and rubs your sensitive clit, drawing more desperate sounds from your lips.
"Y-yes..." you moan, almost pleading. He tugs a little harder on your nipple, then releases it with a soft, wet pop, a trickle of saliva glistening between you. "So sensitive..." he says, amused by your state.
His fingers continue to play between your soaked lips, tracing slow circles over your swollen bud. He lifts his head, his eyes fixed on yours. "Look at you... you're arching up against my fingers, darling."
His other hand moves down from your waist to your ass, squeezing your flesh tightly, as if he wants to mark every inch of your skin. His hot breath fanned against your mouth as he watched with a dark gaze of desire.
His fingers leave your clit for a moment, but only to kneel before you. His gaze slides over your soaked intimate area, glistening in the dim light outside. He bites his lip, his pupils dilated with desire.
"I've waited too long for this moment..." he murmurs before roughly spreading your thighs.
You squirm, but he holds you firmly by your hips, and his mouth descends on your dripping pussy. You cry out immediately, your hand coming up to grip the sheet. His tongue traces a long, wet stroke across your slit before lingering on your swollen clit.
"Ugh—!" Your legs tremble, your stomach tightening under this deliciously filthy attack.
He swallows you whole, his lips sucking on your sensitive bud with obscene greed. His tongue flicks, slides, curls, and withdraws, leaving you panting, your fingers clenched in his hair.
At the same time, his massive hand moves up to your chest. His fingers cup your breasts, squeezing and kneading them forcefully, as if he couldn't be satisfied with just one part of you. His thumb and forefinger pinch your hardened nipple, twisting it gently, while his mouth continues to devour you down there.
"Fuck... you taste just as good as I imagined..." he grunts between licks, his words vibrating against your sensitive flesh.
You moan loudly, unable to respond. Your head is thrown back and your whole body tenses towards him. His teeth graze your clitoris and you cry out even louder, your chest heaving with ragged breaths.
He alternates between sucking your bud and penetrating you with his tongue, his hand on your breasts following the same merciless rhythm.
"Look at how you move against my mouth..." He looks up at you for a moment, his chin glistening with your wetness, his fingers pinching your nipple until you arch your back. "A real little junkie has my tongue."
And he dives back in immediately, redoubled his ardor, his hands squeezing your breasts so tightly you feel like he wants to mark them forever. You grind desperately against his face for more sensation.
He spreads your thighs even wider, forcing you to stay wide open for him. His tongue flicks relentlessly, swallowing every drop of your arousal, and you cry out his name, unable to contain the sounds escaping your throat.
He moves one hand up between your thighs, two fingers sliding without warning into your already soaked pussy. You cry out even louder, your hand tightening in his blond hair, the other gripping your own breast to amplify the delicious burning sensation.
“Fuck, you’re so tight around my fingers…” His muffled voice vibrates against your clit as he sucks you in again. “Look at how you swallow them, like a real dog in heat.”
His fingers twist inside you, searching for that sensitive spot that’s driving you crazy, and he finds it quickly. Your legs tremble, your pelvis thrusts against his face, unable to resist.
“Yes… there…” you gasp, eyes closed, voice weak. “Please..!”
He sneers against your bud, sending a jolt through your lower abdomen. His free hand moves up to your chest, pinching your nipple until his knuckles turn white. “Look at you… your hard breasts, your dripping pussy… you’re begging me without even speaking.”
“I… I beg you…” you finally moan, your voice breaking. “You want to come, don’t you? Do you want to explode on my fucking tongue and fingers?" His fingers accelerate, pounding you mercilessly while his mouth sucks on your clit with insane force.
You cry out, your body shaking with spasms, small tears appearing at the corners of your eyes. Your thighs tighten around his head, but he pushes even harder, suffocating you with pleasure. "Give me everything, babe... wet my face, squeeze my fingers... show me how much you want to come."
You finally break. A violent orgasm tears a guttural cry from you, your pussy contracting around his fingers with unbearable force. You tremble, shaken by waves of pleasure that almost make you lose consciousness.
He continues despite your spasms, holding you open, swallowing every drop, lightly rubbing your sensitive clitoris to prolong your orgasm until you can't take it anymore.
Your moans turn into sobs, your breasts clenched between his fingers that don't release the pressure. You arch your back, your body burning, breathless.
Finally, he straightens, his chin and lips glistening with your wetness, a predatory smile on his lips. His fingers leave your pussy with a filthy noise, glistening with your pleasure.
He brings them to your mouth, resting them against your trembling lips. "Open up," he orders, his gaze burning.
You obey and let him slide his fingers into your mouth and giggle at the sight of you sucking them obediently. "There... good girl. You're tasting your own pleasure."
He kisses you immediately, forcing the taste of yourself onto his tongue, and moans against your mouth, the guttural sound of his voice mingling with your still-shaky sighs.
Your legs are still shaking from the orgasm he's wrung from you. He sits up slowly, his chest glistening with a thin layer of sweat. You think he's going to take you right away, but no... he removes his sweatpants and boxers slowly, deliberately, as if to torture your impatience.
His cock springs forth, swollen, heavy, the vein pulsing along its length. Just the sight makes you gasp again. You reach out to touch him again, but he grabs your wrist with a firm grip and pulls it above your head.
"Not yet, babe..." he breathes against your mouth before kissing you with tender brutality, his tongue invading yours.
At the same time, he places his hot head against your soaking wet entrance. You moan immediately, your pelvis trying to swallow him, but he pulls back slightly, rubbing just the head of his cock against your wet pussy. The contact is both delicious and unbearable.
He rubs himself slowly, in circles, spreading your wetness along his length before moving up to your clit. You cry out against his lips, your nails scratching his shoulders, but he doesn't give you what you want.
"You want to beg me, huh?" he sneers, his lips brushing your jaw before moving down to bite your neck. His cock slides again between your swollen lips, pressing against your sensitive nub, and you feel your body tense with each stroke.
"I could make you come just like that... without even entering you." His voice is raspy, his words punctuated by a long, slow in-and-out of his cock against your pussy. "But you're too greedy to settle for that, aren't you?"
You don't have time to protest before he's kissing you again, deeper, smothering you with his tongue as his hips roll gently, brushing against you with every movement. You're on the verge of crying in frustration, your whole body screaming for him to finally penetrate you.
He breaks the kiss, his forehead pressed to yours, his breath hot on your mouth. "Then say it. Beg for what you want, babe. I'll give you what you want."
"I'm begging you... I want your cock, please... ugh-" you breathe, your eyes misty, your pelvis grinding against him despite yourself. His head slides against your clit again, tearing a strangled cry from your throat. You're soaking wet, ready to swallow him whole, but he always pulls back at the last moment.
He chuckles softly against your mouth and clamps his hand on your hip to hold you still, his cock rubbing over and over your swollen nub, as if to drive you mad. "You have no idea how much you're turning me on like this, completely desperate."
You bury your face in his neck, your breath shaky, and moan louder.
"Please... take me... I can't take it anymore..." He grabs your chin in a firm grip, forcing your gaze to meet his. His eyes are burning, hard and possessive. "Not yet."
You gasp, unable to bear this torture. Your body screams for him, your stomach tightening with every brush of his cock against your dripping pussy. You look at him pleadingly. "Why?!"
His smile widens, almost cruel, and he just presses the head of his cock against your entrance without actually entering. You feel the stretch, the burn, but he pulls back immediately, leaving you moaning in frustration. "Because I want to be the only one." His voice is low, serious. "The only one to open you up, the only one to fill you. Do you understand?"
You nod frantically, unable to speak, but he tightens his grip on your chin. "Say it."
"You're... the only one..." you gasp, your voice cracking. He presses his cock harder against your soaking pussy, sliding it slowly along your slit. "The only one for what?"
Tears of frustration well up in the corners of your eyes as you cry out, "The only one to fuck me!"
His expression changes, darker, hungrier. He kisses you savagely, his tongue devouring yours, his hips still pressing his head against your entrance without penetrating you.
"There..." he breathes between kisses. “Now that it’s clear… Beg a little more. maybe... I'll give you what you want."
Why is he so mean, you think, but you can't help but love it and squirm beneath him. He moves his free hand down to rub your clit with two fingers, his cock still pressed against your slit, bringing you to the edge without ever crossing the line.
"Tell me... do you want me to be the only one to make you come?" You nod, moaning, unable to stand without his support. He moves closer to your ear, his breath hot.
You tremble, your body burning beneath his cock, sliding again and again against your pussy without ever entering. Your pleas are lost against his lips, your breath hitching, when suddenly his gaze shifts, drawn to something nearby on the nightstand.
Your phone.
He freezes for a moment, a predatory smile slowly forming on his lips. His eyes rest on you, shining with a dangerous glint. "Hm... interesting."
You frown, confused, panting. "What...?" He reaches out, grabs your phone, and plays with it as if he's just found a new toy. "I have an idea." He brings his face closer to yours, his head pressed firmly against your soaked entrance. "You're going to prove it to me. Right now."
Your stomach tightens, your breath hitches. "Wh... what do you mean...?" His smile widens. He uses your head to quickly unlock your phone. "Call your fuck buddy. Now. And tell him it's over. That you never want him again."
Your heart skips a beat. You shake your head, nervous. "I... not like that..." He suddenly presses the head of his cock harder against your entrance, not penetrating, just enough to make you cry out in frustration.
"Yes. Exactly like that." Or I'm not coming home." His voice is low, authoritative, betraying a violent hunger. "And trust me... I can frustrate you all night if you refuse."
Your body betrays him, your pussy clenching, dripping, desperate to swallow him. You gasp, trembling, and finally give in. "Okay..."
He quickly figures out the name of this guy because you've been screaming his name for weeks, and activates the speakerphone, his gaze fixed on yours, a satisfied smile on his lips. When your hookup picks up, you clear your throat, but at that precise moment Nanami starts rubbing his cock between your swollen lips, stealing your breath.
"Hello? Y/N?" the male voice echoes through the room. You tense, but Nanami grips your hip firmly, his other hand squeezing your breast until you moan. "S-talk..." he breathes into your ear, his cock pressing against your clit. "Tell him it's over."
You inhale harshly and blurt out, your voice shaky, "Look... I... I wanted to tell you that... it's over. Our arrangement. I don't want to do it anymore."
Nanami looks at you, his eyes shining with possessive pride. And as soon as the words leave your lips, he thrusts into you with a sharp, deep thrust. Your walls stretch painfully around his thick cock, but it feels so good.
You cry out, your body tense, your old fuck buddy on the other end of the line hearing everything. "What?! Wait, who's with you—"
But you hear nothing. Your cry of pleasure echoes, your pussy tightening around Nanami's massive girth as he thrusts into you in one swift thrust. You arch your back, your nails digging into his back.
“Fuck… you’re so tight…” he groans, his breath hot against your neck. “And all wet just for me…” His thrusts are deep, rough, and you moan even louder, unable to hold back. “mpfhh—! Nanami!”
Your old fuck buddy chokes on the other end of the phone, but Nanami takes your face between his fingers, forcing you to look at him as he continues to pound you mercilessly. “Moan louder. Let him hear how much you’re mine.”
Your legs tighten around him, your body shaking with every thrust of his hips. The obscene sound of your wetness mixing with his flesh fills the room. “Yes… yes! Harder! Please..!” you scream, your voice cracking with pleasure.
He chuckles softly against your mouth and speeds up, pounding into you harder, his head hitting your most sensitive spot with each thrust. "There... good girl. Tell him who's fucking you now."
"It's... it's you! Only you, Nanami..! Ugh-" you scream, tears in your eyes, your uncontrollable moans coming through the speaker. "Only you!"
The other man's breathing becomes garbled, angry, but Nanami reaches out and disconnects the call without slowing down for a second. A smile of pure triumph spreads across his face as he continues to pound into you relentlessly.
"There..." he groans, his forehead against yours, his thrusts wild. "Now you're mine. Mine alone. Call me Kento, darling." Your cries fill the room, your body trapped within his, completely overwhelmed by his thrusts.
You cling to the sheets and moan as if your life depended on it. You can even see the stars when you close your eyes. "I fuck you better than him, don't I? Am I bigger than him?"
You don't answer, too busy dealing with the sensations coursing through your aching body. You feel his hand on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "Answer me, babe..."
"You- you fuck me better than him! Ugh- so big, Ken..! Feel good-!" you stammer, moaning. "You feel so much better..."
Nanami grows even bigger as you call him by his nickname, and smiles genuinely, pushing you further into the mattress, his strong hands holding your thighs apart. He gives you no respite: his cock slides out of you with a jerk, before immediately plunging back in, brutally, all the way to the bottom, touching your cervix.
"Aaah—!" » Your cry echoes through the room, your nails catching on the rumpled sheets. "You love this so much, huh?..." he breathes through his teeth, his violent thrusts shaking and creaking the bed beneath you. "My own little slut."
Each thrust makes your skin slap together in an obscene rhythm, your thighs trembling with each impact. His raw heat filling your tight walls with each deep thrust.
His hands move up your body, one on your throat, which he squeezes gently, the other kneading your breasts, pinching your hardened nipples until they elicit even louder moans from you.
Your name in his mouth makes you lose your mind. You arch your back, your pelvis desperately trying to keep up with his rhythm. "Yes... mmmhf- yes, harder! Gosh-!"
He chuckles and obeys immediately. His thrusts become wild, brutal, his cock hitting your g-spot again and again. "Can you feel that?" He slows just enough to roll his hips, his head rubbing the inside of your soaking pussy. "No one else will have you like this. No one."
"N-no... only you!" you gasp, tears blurring your vision. "Say it again." He fucks you harder, his low moans mingling with yours. "Only you! You're the only one who fucks me!" you cry, your body already on the edge of release.
A satisfied smile crosses his sweaty face. He leans down to kiss you sloppily, his tongue crushing yours, before sitting up slightly on his knees to better grip your hips. His fingers dig into your flesh as he pulls you against him with every thrust.
The bed creaks under the impact of his hips and slams against the wall, your body shaking mercilessly. Your clit rubs against his blond hair with each movement, adding a delicious burn that draws uncontrollable moans from you.
"Fuck... your pussy is swallowing me like it was made for me..." he grunts, his jaw clenched. "You're all mine now mmpf-..."
Your stomach tightens, the spasms rising violently. You can feel it, the wave is there, relentless. "I... I'm going to...!"
He leans into your ear, his breath hot and raspy. "Cum for me. Show me how much you love being fucked by my cock."
Your cries burst forth, your orgasm crashing in powerful waves. Your pussy clenches around him, swallowing him with an almost painful force. Nanami moans in turn, a deep, animalistic sound, his hips hitting slower but deeper.
He growls your name through gritted teeth and explodes inside you, spilling his heat without restraint. His hot cum floods you, your contracted walls forcing him to stay buried deep inside.
He remains motionless for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours, his breaths short and heavy. Then he chuckles softly, his gaze still dark with desire but lit with carnivorous satisfaction.
His hands slowly caress your trembling thighs, but his still-hard cock is still pulsing inside you. He slowly withdraws and watches as strings of cum cling to his dick and to you.
"It's so erotic..."
You're still trembling from your orgasm, your pussy engorged and filled with him, but Nanami doesn't seem to want to let you catch your breath. Without warning, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you up, straddling you on his muscular thighs. His cock, still hard despite his orgasm, rubs against your soaked slit, letting a trickle of his cum run down your thighs.
"Look at you..." he breathes with a wicked smile, his hands immediately moving up to grip your breasts and knead them forcefully. "Already addicted to my cock even though I've only fucked you once."
You gasp, your body burning against his. You cling to his broad shoulders, your pelvis already moving without you realizing it, trying to have him inside you again.
He laughs softly, predatory. "You think I don't see how your pussy is still crying out for me? Insatiable little slut..." His lips crush against yours in a brutal kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, stealing your breath. His hands move down your back, squeezing your buttocks with a firm grip before lifting you above his head. Without warning, he slams you back down onto his cock.
"Aaah!" your cry breaks against his mouth as he pushes himself all the way in, even deeper than before in this position. "Fuck..." he groans, his head thrown back, his veins bulging on his neck. "Your pussy is swallowing me so much."
His hands slide everywhere: your waist, your hips, your thighs, your breasts. He doesn't let go of you for a second, every inch of your body marked by his touch. He bites your neck, leaves burning hickeys, and continues to guide you up and down his enormous cock.
You moan loudly, unable to hide how crazy he's driving you. He smiles against your skin, satisfied. "I'm... addicted to you!" you cry, your pelvis slapping against his in a desperate rhythm. He sneers, his fingers pinching your nipple until you scream, as he thrusts his hips upwards, driving you even harder onto his cock.
"Atta girl. No one else. No more hookups, no more men, okay? Just me. Just my cock inside you, baby."
His words electrify you, your moans growing louder, more desperate, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone with every movement. He places a hand on the back of your neck and kisses you smuttily, biting your lip, his tongue sliding against yours with possessive brutality. His other hand holds your hip firmly, guiding your rapid movements, setting his pace.
Each thrust is deeper, each kiss dirtier, each word cruder. "You're going to come on me again, aren't you?" Empty you like a slut on my dick…”
You nod, unable to say anything other than his name, your body already shaking with a new wave of pleasure. You're trembling, clinging to his shoulders, your pussy still full of his seed, but Nanami doesn't slow down. He guides you roughly onto his thighs, ramming you again and again in a savage rhythm. Each thrust makes you moan so loudly that your cries echo against the bedroom walls.
“Fuck… you're so tight…” he grunts, his veins bulging on his arms as he grips your hips, grinding you against him. “Your pussy is mine. Only mine. Understand?”
You nod and feel his low laugh against you, then bite your shoulder hard before resuming the rhythm even more brutally. His hands slide everywhere: your breasts, which he pinches and kneads, your waist, which he squeezes as if to mark you forever, your thighs, which he spreads wider to better possess you.
"You're screaming like a real whore in heat..." he whispers in your ear. "You want to feel me deep inside you again, huh?"
You can't hold back your moans any longer, your pelvis moving of its own accord, clinging to him, swallowing his cock in perfect rhythm. "Yes... yes... fill me...! Please, Ken..." you scream, your face contorted with pleasure.
He speeds up again, thrusting into you roughly, until his head hits your cervix. You moan in pain and pleasure, and your pussy contracts around him, and he grunts, his hands holding you firmly so you don't let go.
“There you go… you’re cumming for me… tell me how much you love me…” he says, his voice low and raspy, filled with desire. “I… I love you… I’m yours…” you gasp, your body trembling, your nails scratching his shoulders as a new wave of pleasure washes over you.
Your orgasm hits you with incredible force, each spasm of your pussy leaving you gasping and moaning, your body shaking with uncontrollable contractions around his cock. He barely lets you breathe before his thrusts resume, even deeper, even more possessive.
“Fuck… look how you’re creaming around me…” he grunts, biting your neck. Your body, still sensitive and hot, gasps, completely submissive. You nod, unable to speak.
He grunts lightly, his breath coming in ragged breaths, and speeds up until he explodes inside you, unrestrained. His hot cum floods you again, filling your pussy to the brim. You cry out, your muscles contracting around him as he completely surrenders, his thrusts becoming erratic before he collapses against you.
He holds you tight, his breath hot on your neck, a predatory smile on his lips. Your body, exhausted and still trembling, remains glued to his. You are his forever, addicted to his hands, his mouth, especially his big cock… and he knows it perfectly well.
Nanami slowly pulls out of you, and a hoarse moan escapes you as he feels his cock leave your soaked, still throbbing pussy. The heat of his cum is already threatening to escape, but before you can even move, he presses his hand against your lower abdomen, preventing you from clenching your thighs.
"No, no... you keep it all." His voice is deep, commanding, and his gaze burns with a possessive glow. You're panting, your body exhausted, but your stomach is shaking of pleasure just hearing it.
He immediately slides two fingers inside you, pushing his cum deeper, mixing it with your own juices. You cry out against his mouth as he kisses you sordidly, swallowing every moan you make.
"I came a lot..." he breathes, nibbling at your lips between kisses. His fingers pump inside you, firm and slow, each movement sloshing the hot mixture as it drips out. "Your pussy is made to hold my cum, isn't it, baby?"
You arch your back, completely submissive to his movements, your hips moving against his fingers despite the burning sensitivity.
"Nanami... I... I can't take it anymore..." your voice breaks.
He smiles, cruel and tender at the same time, and makes you lie on your back on the bed and gets on top of you. "You can still. You're holding every drop... you're such a good girl, you can do it." »
His lips move down to your neck, sucking your skin violently, leaving red marks. Meanwhile, his fingers continue their vicious work, massaging your sensitive spot, stretching your cum-engorged pussy.
"Look at you..." he groans, lifting his head slightly, his eyes fixed on yours. "You're going to come again, just because I'm fingering you with my cum inside you. You're getting addicted, aren't you?"
You nod frantically, unable to respond with anything other than desperate moans. Your legs tremble, your hands desperately clinging to his back as a new wave of pleasure rises inexorably.
"Tell me..." he insists, his voice raspy in your ear. "Say you're already addicted to me." »
"I... I'm addicted to you..." you gasp, your voice breaking, before screaming when you feel his fingers curl inside you and your orgasm come again, your muscles contracting around his cum-soaked fingers.
Nanami kisses you then with a satisfied smile, swallowing your cry against his mouth, his fingers still deep inside you, holding everything inside, as if sealing his imprint on your body.
"Good," he murmurs against your lips, his hot breath mixing with yours. "You'll have only me, every last drop."
His fingers remain deep inside you, arched just over the spot he already knows by heart. Your stomach still tightens, unable to catch your breath, and yet Nanami doesn't slow down. He holds your neck with one hand so you remain facing him, his lips capturing every one of your moans.
“Watch me when you come…” he growls, his fingers speeding up, slapping the hot mixture filling your pussy. “I want to see the look on your face when you realize you can’t live without me anymore.”
Your eyes glaze over, your body arching in spite of yourself. Each thrust of his fingers inside you brings forth a new surge of pleasure, until you cry out his name, shattered, unable to hold anything back. “K-Ken…! I’m coming… I… I can’t…!”
Your body tenses violently, your walls squeezing his fingers with an almost painful force. You come so hard that tears well up in the corners of your eyes, your legs shaking against his hips.
But he doesn’t stop. His satisfied smile darkens even more, and he pushes his fingers deeper, curling them to hold you in ecstasy. "Yes... keep it all inside you, slut... squeeze my fingers, keep my cum in your pussy..."
Your orgasm stretches out, uncontrollable, until you cry out, shattered by pleasure, your body fully stimulated. Finally, he slows down, but doesn't remove his fingers. He stays inside you, keeping them firmly planted, as if to ensure nothing escapes.
He captures your lips again, a wickedly tender kiss, mixed with drool and desire. When he pulls away, he whispers against your mouth, "You're so pretty, my angel."
Your body collapses against him, still trembling from your violent orgasm. Your breath is ragged, your forehead pressed against his chest, and your thighs still shiver with the jolts of pleasure. He slides his other hand into your messy hair and strokes it gently, contrasting with the firmness of his fingers still buried inside you. His mouth rests on your forehead, placing a slow, almost tender kiss.
"Shh... breathe, baby." His voice is low, soothing. "You were perfect." You gasp again, gasping for air, but you feel his lips on your forehead, reassuring you.
"It still burns a little..." you whisper in a small, trembling voice. He smiles and tightens his embrace. "Normal. I want you to get used to me..." His fingers move just enough to remind you they're still there, firmly lodged. "I want you to keep everything, okay, baby?"
You shiver, but instead of protesting, you pull him into your arms, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. Your eyes almost close, tired of it all.
He lowers his head, his lips brushing your ear, but this time his voice is not cruel: it is soft, deep, intimate. "You looked at me when you were coming... you don't know how beautiful I thought you were..."
You blush, your heart pounding, and a small smile forms despite yourself. "I think I've become addicted to you..." you breathe, vulnerable.
His fingers gently squeeze inside you, a possessive reflex, before he kisses your forehead again. "That's what I want."
He removes his fingers dripping with your fluids and his semen and puts them in his mouth to clean them with a satisfied look. "So why haven't you had sex in a long time?" you ask curiously.
"I couldn't sleep with someone when I had someone else invading my head," he says, bringing you close. You smile and kiss him. "I guess that's a good thing."
netflix & chill. boyfriend! bakugo katsuki x fem! reader
synopsis: Katsuki isn't very focused on the movie you're watching and prefers you to be the lead actor in your own movie.
warnings: NSFW (MDNI), creampie, sperm, overstimulation, spanking, pussy eating, pvssydrunk, dickaddict, Katsuki has a big dick, dirty talk, dirty talk, established relationship.
a/n: day 1 of kinkober! KATSUKI MY BIG BOY<3 btw i think you noticed but i changed the kinktober list a lot. there are some that i won't post but i will post later! happy kinktober!!❤️🔥
words: 4577.
Netflix & chill nights with Katsuki are never innocent. You know that. You should know it every time, but you always naively hope he'll give you a quiet evening, a real movie, a real moment of rest. But no.
Especially not when you're wearing those much-too-short shorts that reveal your thighs, and that tight tank top that lets the beginnings of your breasts show.
"Katsuki, you're not focused! This is an important scene!" you grumble, staring at the screen.
Even when you pout, even when you moan, he can't help but get turned on. Seriously, how could you blame him when you're so sexy? His cock is already throbbing in his boxers, impatient, and you can't see a thing, too absorbed in the plot.
He grunts, his favorite response, and continues to watch you. Your slightly furrowed brow, your parted pink lips that seem to call to him, the thin film of sweat on your neck from the heat of the room... Everything about you is a provocation to him.
You finally turn your head toward him, annoyed, your brows furrowed. But there's also a hint of sadness in your eyes.
"You don't like the movie? You could have told me, right..."
Your tone is soft, almost hurt, and it tightens him for a moment. But he doesn't know how to be tender except in his rough way. So he chuckles, leans over you, and murmurs against your lips,
"It's not that, baby. I just prefer it when we're the leads in our own movie."
Before you can reply, he lays you on your back with disconcerting ease. His hands grip your hips, pulling you against him. You immediately feel his hard bulge rubbing against your lower abdomen, even through your clothes.
"Pervert..." you breathe, half-disapproving, half-excited.
"For you, yeah..." he replies, a smirk on his lips, that arrogant smile that always makes you fall for him despite yourself. He kisses your collarbone, nibbles the base of your breast, and you can already feel your breath hitch.
His fingers trail up your thigh, sliding under your shorts as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His burning gaze fixes on yours.
"Let me do it... you'll like it, baby."
You cling to his t-shirt, your heart racing. You know the movie is already forgotten. When Katsuki makes his decision, there's nothing but him, his warmth, his scent, and the desire consuming you.
His fingers linger on the waistband of your shorts, dragging them on purpose to see your breath quicken. You force a nervous smile, still trying to protest: "Katsuki... we said we'd have a quiet evening..."
But your voice is already trembling, betraying your desire. He lifts his head, his red eyes fixed on yours, and his smile transforms into an arrogant, defiant pout.
"And you think I'm going to stay quiet while you're turning me on dressed like this? You're dreaming, princess."
With a sharp gesture, he tugs at your shorts, sliding them down your thighs, revealing your panties, already marked with dampness. He sneers, low and guttural: "Tsk... and you dare tell me to watch your movie when you're already soaked?"
You want to reply, but he captures your lips in a brutal kiss, full of bites and tongue. His hand, large and warm, presses against your crotch through the thin fabric, rubbing in slow circles that make you arch your back despite yourself.
You let out a small moan, and his breathing immediately becomes heavier. He slides your hips closer to him, grinding his hard pelvis against yours, his erection pressing against your still-covered vulva.
"Fuck..." he groans, already half-out of it. You feel his hot breath against your cheek, his lips millimeters from yours. He presses you further against the couch, his fingers gripping your waist as if he refuses to let you escape.
"You're just an... asshole..." you spit through your teeth, but your voice trembles, and your body is already telling him otherwise.
Katsuki sneers, his smirk illuminated by the still-on TV screen. "An asshole, huh? Maybe. But you're still mine."
You want to protest, but his lips crash down on yours before you can finish your sentence. His kiss is brutal, possessive, and it elicits a moan from you that you wanted to stifle.
You slide one hand behind his neck, the other gripping his t-shirt, and you kiss him back with the same passion. Your tongues clash, search, bite.
"Katsuki..." you moan against his mouth, breathless.
He groans, aroused by the way you say his name, and his hand slides under your tank top, brushing against the burning skin of your stomach before moving up to your breasts.
You arch your back in spite of yourself when his fingers press against your chest, his thumb rubbing your hardened nipple through the fabric.
"Fuck, you're already shaking..." he murmurs against your throat, placing a trail of wet kisses along it. He nibbles at your skin, leaving a scarlet mark that he contemplates with a satisfied smile.
You pull his hair back, forcing his head up. Your eyes meet, heavy with desire and endless teasing. "Asshole..." you repeat, but this time it's a breath, a disguised moan, not an actual insult.
He laughs, low, husky, and kisses you again, swallowing your sighs. His hand leaves your breast to move down between your thighs. He runs his fingers along your soaked panties. "Look at that... and you keep pretending you want to watch your fucking movie?"
You hide your face against his neck, but he forces you to look at him by sliding two fingers under your chin. "Admit it. You wanted me to fall for you. You're wearing those shorts just to drive me crazy."
You shake your head, but your body betrays you when he presses harder against your innermost core. Your hips move of their own accord, seeking more contact. "Liar..." he sneers before sliding his fingers under the fabric and directly caressing your burning flesh. Your legs tense, a louder moan breaking through your lips. "Katsu—ahh..."
He captures your cry in a brutal kiss, kissing you until you're breathless. His tongue curls around yours as his fingers play with you, drawing uncontrollable sighs from you.
"See? Even when you call me an asshole, your body begs me..." he breathes against your mouth, his voice vibrating with desire.
You finally give in completely. Your fingers cling to his muscular arms, your pelvis rolling against his hand, and you kiss him again, panting, moaning his name like a mixed prayer and insult.
Your lips crash against his, your breath coming in short bursts. You let out a nervous chuckle between passionate kisses. "Asshole..." you breathe against his mouth, your voice both angry and trembling with need.
Katsuki sneers against your neck, nibbling at your tender skin, his hot breath making you shiver. "You insult me again, but look at you... you're already moaning for me." His tone is mocking, provocative, but you know he loves it, that it turns him on to see you struggle between your words and your desire.
Your fingers cling to his t-shirt, which you hastily pull up, your nails lightly scraping his taut abs. His body tenses and he groans, that deep vibration resonating deep in your stomach.
"You're getting on my nerves..." you gasp, throwing your head back as his mouth captures your nipple through the fabric of your tank top. "But I can't help loving you, damn it..."
He lifts his head, a predatory smile plastered on his lips, his red eyes boring into yours. "And I can't help but want to fuck you every second."
His hands slide up your thighs, slowly pulling up your tiny panties. The touch of his rough fingers on your sensitive skin makes you arch your back in spite of yourself. You let out a louder moan, unable to contain it this time. "Katsuki... stop... ngh... teasing me like that."
"Stop? No way." His voice deepens, raspy with desire. "Do you hear how you're moaning already? Baby, you're soaking wet just knowing I'm about to take you."
His lips reclaim yours, the kiss becoming feverish, almost brutal, punctuated by your muffled moans and his impatient grunts. His hips press against yours, and you feel the obvious evidence of his arousal rubbing against your lower abdomen.
Your hands slide into his hair, tugging lightly, making him groan louder. “Fuck… you’re going to drive me crazy,” he breathes, his mouth tracing a line of hot kisses along your jaw.
You can’t take it anymore, your body trembling beneath his, torn between pleasure and the unbearable tension. “I hate you… I hate you so much when you do that…” you whisper, but your voice breaks into a moan when he slides his fingers under your panties again to caress your swollen, wet pussy.
Katsuki laughs softly, his breath brushing against your ear. “You hate me? Then why do you open me so easily, huh? Why do you scream my name every time I touch you?” »
You claw at his shoulder, head tilting back, unable to hold it in. "You're making me so mad... asshole." You moan, looking at him weakly, weak for him.
"Say it again." He presses harder, faster, his fingers working your clit with insane precision. "Say it with a moan, baby. I want it to be my music tonight."
And you give in, your shaky legs wrapping around his hips, your body tensing beneath his as he continues to play you like an instrument. The insults, the nervous laughter, your moans mingling with his fill the room, completely drowning out the movie still playing in the background, long forgotten.
Katsuki looks at you, a proud, hungry smile on his lips. "There... be mine all mine."
He presses you further against the couch, his hot breath hitting your skin as he almost makes you moan as he trails his burning kisses down your neck. His hands are rough, pressing, as if every inch of you already belongs to him.
"Asshole..." you breathe between moans, your fingers gripping his hair tightly. He chuckles against your skin, his deep laugh vibrating through your chest. "Yeah... your asshole, baby."
His gaze burns as he slowly tugs at your panties, sliding them down your thighs, and you feel the cool air hit your arousal-wet lips. You want to protest, but his predatory expression silences you immediately.
"Fuck... you have no idea what you're doing to me," he groans, stroking your lips with his index finger.
You arch your back, unable to hold back your moans, and he bites his lip, clearly satisfied with the effect he's having on you. "Always so responsive, always ready... you think I'll just let this be, baby? Not tonight."
He pushes your tank top up a little higher, moves down to your pussy, his lips back down to your stomach, his teeth grazing your skin. You feel his hot breath against your pussy, and your heart clenches in your chest.
"Katsuki..." you moan, your voice barely audible. His eyes flick up to you, wild, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Look at me," he commands. And without further ado, he dives in, his tongue flicking agonizingly slowly over your clit.
Your back arches immediately, a muffled cry leaving your lips. Your hands clench in his hair, seeking leverage as he pounds against you, alternating between quick licks and circular pressure.
"You taste so fucking good..." he mutters against you before diving deeper, sucking on your sensitive nub with ferocious greed.
"Oh my god... Katsuki!" you moan, unable to contain your voice, your thighs trembling around his head.
He moans too, muffled by your pleasure, as if the sensation of your body vibrating between his lips is driving him crazy. His fingers spread you even wider, opening your innermost core so he can swallow you whole. Every movement of his tongue is calculated to break you, to push you to the edge of orgasm without mercy.
"You're killing me... you bastard boyfriend," you gasp, your breath ragged, tears in your eyes from the feeling. He laughs softly against you, never stopping. "Don't call me an asshole now... not when you're screaming my name like that, baby."
You laugh and feel the heat rising, a powerful wave ready to explode, and you can't hold back your cries anymore. Katsuki tightens his grip on your thighs, holding you in place, and continues to devour you like his life depends on it.
A violent orgasm ripples through you, leaving you trembling and panting beneath him. But he doesn't stop. He keeps going, and going, and going, until you're forced to push him away, unable to bear the delicious torture of his tongue any longer.
He finally sits up, his chin glistening with you, his eyes red with arousal, a cocky smile plastered to his lips. "You taste so good, baby." He grins and wipes your come with the back of his hand.
Katsuki loves this little game, this tension that makes you tremble even before he decides to give you what you want. His hot breath brushes your skin, his rough but skilled hands sliding everywhere, caressing, squeezing, sometimes pinching just to hear you moan and lose patience.
"Look at you, hm..." he groans, his voice deep and mocking, his fingers tracing over your stomach before moving back down between your thighs. "Always so fucking impatient... but you called me an asshole, right? Then why would I give you what you want so quickly, huh?"
His fingers barely brush your innermost core, just enough to make you gasp, but he immediately pulls his hand away to place it on your hard, sensitive nipples, pinching them to make you moan.
You're begging him almost without realizing it, your moans escaping despite yourself. "Please... Katsuki..." you breathe, your lips trembling.
He chuckles, his gaze red with cruel pleasure. "Ah... there... beg again. I want to hear everything. Tell me how much you need my dick, princess."
His hand moves down again, his fingers lingering on your clitoris, rubbing it slowly in lazy circles that draw desperate sighs from you. He looks down on you, as if waiting for the right word, the cry you refuse to let out too quickly.
"You want it so bad you're shaking... fuck, you're so hot just for me..." He lowers his head to nibble at your neck, leaving a trail of red marks on your skin. His fingers finally dig a little deeper into you, but he keeps his rhythm deliberately slow, frustrating you even more.
You grip his t-shirt, your body tightening.
amber beneath him. "Katsuki, stop playing... please... I want your cock... now." His predatory grin widens. "Hm. There. That's how I like to hear it."
He withdraws his slick fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking on them with a satisfied grunt before pressing his hard cock against your dripping pussy. "You begged so hard... I think you deserved a reward."
He presses your body against the couch, his heavy breathing mixing with yours. His heated gaze drops down on you, and his massive chest arches slightly as he slowly rubs his cock against your dripping entrance. You feel every thrust, every brush, and it's pure torture.
"You feel it, huh?" Katsuki grunts, his jaw clenched. "You're so ready, I could open you up in one thrust..."
And without warning, he pushes his hips forward and impales you in one deep, brutal motion. Your cry is lost against his mouth as he kisses you, savage, his lips crushing yours. Your body arches, your stomach immediately tightening at the burning sensation of him finally filling you.
"Fuck... you're tight..." He pants, his voice cracking with pleasure. His fingers grip your waist, lifting it to better anchor you beneath him. He lightly rubs your clit to distract you.
"Katsuki! Ugh, so- please..." you moan in a small voice, not even sure why you're begging him. You dig your nails into his shoulders as he begins to move slightly.
"I know, babe... you feel my big dick inside you, huh? You like it, huh?" he laughs as his thrusts become faster, harder, and you feel it deeply, each movement tearing sobs of pleasure from you.
"Say it again," he breathes between thrusts, his forehead pressed against yours, sweat beading at the roots of his hair. "Tell me how much you wanted my cock..."
"I... I wanted it... Katsuki, I wanted it so much..." you manage to stammer, your voice cracking with moans.
He chuckles, but his breath also trembles with the tension building inside him. His hands slide to your hips, grinding you against him, each thrust deeper than the last.
"Yeah... I know. And now you have it... so enjoy it, bitch..." His lips capture yours again, his tongue forcing yours into submission, while his rhythm becomes almost animalistic and devastating. You cry out against his mouth, your legs clamped around his waist, willingly trapped by his frantic pace.
The sound of your bodies mixes with your plaintive moans and his hoarse grunts, and the sound of the movie. Each thrust resonates inside you, harder, deeper, until your stomach tenses dangerously. “Katsuki… I’m going to—”
“Yeah, come for me,” he growls in your ear, his voice low and feverish. “Flood my fucking cock.”
Your body arches beneath him, your broken voice trailing off into the living room as your release explodes in violent waves. Katsuki continues to pound into you through your orgasm, panting, growling your name until he tenses up too and spills into you with a guttural rumble.
He stays pressed against you for a few seconds, panting, his forehead pressed against yours. Then he chuckles, still panting. “You got what you wanted, huh?”
You smile and pull him down for a soft, loving kiss. He slides his hand to your cheek and strokes it gently.
“I’m done for.” " he laughs softly as he pulls away from your lips and withdraws from your tight walls. "You love me too much, I know. Katsuki Bakugo is addicted to me," you smile.
"Of course I am." He looks at his cock, already standing against your pussy, dripping with his cum. "Much too much, in fact."
He sits on the couch and his hot hands rest on your hips, then places you on top of him. His skin still glistening from exertion, and his breathing heavy. His crimson gaze never leaves yours, intense, feverish. He's so sexy like that.
"Come here, baby..." he growls, his voice deep and raspy. His fingers gently press your waist, inviting you to settle on top of him. You can already feel the heat of his erect cock against your lower abdomen, and that alone is enough to make your thighs tremble.
You sit up a little, hands resting on his firm chest, before guiding his member against your already wet core. He grits his teeth, groaning, his abs clenching beneath your palms. "Fuck... you're driving me crazy..."
You lift your hips and take his cock.
Slowly, you lower yourself, swallowing him inch by inch, your moans mingling with his gasps. Katsuki doesn't take his eyes off you, admiring you as if you're the only thing that exists in his world.
"There... yeah, like that... take all of me..." he breathes, his jaw clenched, his hands sliding down your back to help you lower yourself to the base.
You feel him so deep inside you that your head tilts back, a low moan leaving your lips. His thumbs stroke your hips, his hands encouraging you to find your rhythm. "Fuck... you're handling it so well, baby... look at you... beautiful, impaled on my cock..." His crude words, his praise, make your heart beat even faster.
He helps you up and down, his arms supporting you when your legs are already shaking. His chest warm against yours, he brings his mouth back up to yours for a devouring kiss, a mixture of passion and hunger.
His lips press against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he murmurs against your sighs, "Keep that up... I want to feel every damn shiver from you, every tremor..."
His pelvis lifts abruptly, drawing a cry from you that's lost in his lips. Katsuki laughs low, almost ferociously, but he kisses you again, nibbling your lip before stroking it with his thumb. "Perfect bitch... you don't even know what you're doing to me..."
And with his strong hands guiding you, each movement becomes deeper, more intense, until your moans fill the room again, mixing with his hoarse grunts and his whispered encouragement in your ear.
Your body presses against his with a burning urgency, as if you want to melt into him, as if the slightest space between you is too much. Your stomach brushes against his taut abs, your breasts crushed against his burning chest, your panting mouth brushing his.
Each descent down his length makes you shiver to the bone, your thighs trembling, but you keep going, again and again, guided by the strength of his hands gripping your hips as if to keep you from fleeing.
Katsuki kisses you like a starving man, his tongue invading your mouth without mercy, his teeth almost chattering against yours with his brutal desire. It's dirty, it's wild, and it makes you moan even louder, swallowed by the fever he pours into this kiss. His grunts mix with your muffled sighs, and sometimes he bites your lip just to hear your muffled cry against his tongue.
"Fuck... yeah, like that..." he breathes against your mouth, his hot breath mingling with yours. His hands slide up your back, down to your ass, and suddenly slap roughly against your skin. The sharp sound echoes through the room, followed by your surprised moan and your body arching at the impact.
Katsuki chuckles, his mouth still pressed against yours, his eyes glowing with pleasure and greed. "Hn... you like this, huh? You're completely addicted to me..." His words are almost a growl, whispered between wet, urgent kisses.
You continue to move up and down on him, your movements becoming more and more urgent, your legs tired, no longer keeping up, but she refuses to stop. With each thrust, you feel him kiss your cervix.
You bury your face in his neck, your lips running over his damp skin before sinking your teeth into his shoulder. Your nibble isn't gentle: you mark him, you possess him in your own way. Katsuki lets out a moan, and his hand immediately comes up to smack your buttocks even harder.
He kisses you again, but this time it's even rawer: his mouth devours yours, his teeth tug at your lip, his tongue dominates you relentlessly. Between each brutal kiss, he tears you from the air just long enough to breathe against your skin,
"Keep going... yeah, use me, princess... I want to feel you wear me down..." he groans against you and shifts his hips to help you. You stay glued to him, your nails scratching his back, you continue to rise and fall, your moans drowned in his mouth.
Your movements become jerky, almost desperate, as if you're trying to wring the pleasure from his body at all costs. You impale yourself on his hard cock, your body tenses, your head tilts back, and your throat lets out a broken moan that drives him even crazier.
Katsuki groans, the veins in his neck bulging as his hands firmly press against your hips to guide your rhythm. He looks at you, his eyes red with desire, and his breaths come in ragged, almost tearing at his chest. Then, without warning, he raises his hand and slaps your ass again with possessive brutality.
Your stomach tightens with the pleasure too much for your body. You feel your heat rising, building like a wave ready to burst. Your breathing becomes erratic, your fingers cling to his shoulders, your nails leaving thin red marks in his damp skin.
“Katsu… I… I can’t anymore…” you breathe between gasps, but you continue, unable to stop. He laughs low, a raspy sound that vibrates against your mouth before he kisses you dirty, a wet kiss. “Then come. Flood the couch for me, darling.”
His words break the last barrier. Your back arches, your mouth opens in a strangled cry, and your orgasm explodes inside you. Your walls tighten around him, pulsing so hard you nearly lose your balance, your thighs shaking, your hands gripping his shoulders as if your life depended on it.
Katsu curses through gritted teeth, his pelvis slamming into yours with uncontrollable power. His muscles tense, his veins swell, and with a guttural groan, he fills you with his hot seed. He pushes you against him, almost crushing you in an embrace that leaves no space between your two bodies.
"Fuck... Y/N..." he breathes, panting, his lips pressing against your neck. He remains inside you, trembling slightly, his hot breath caressing your skin. His hands slide up your back, firm and reassuring, holding you against him as if he refuses to let go.
"You're fucking finishing me off..." he murmurs, almost tender, even though his voice retains that raw roughness that makes him so him.
You remain seated on him, still shaken by shivers, and he absentmindedly caresses the curve of your buttocks that he has marked, his fingers gliding lazily over your still-sensitive skin. His lips find yours in one last kiss, this time slower, but still possessive, as if to remind you that you're his.
Your still-trembling body rests against Katsuki's. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his hot, sweaty skin pressed against yours. Your legs heavy, your muscles still tense, you let out a small, tired laugh, burying your face in his neck.
He runs one firm hand down your back, the other through your hair, rocking you gently as if to calm the remnants of your shortness of breath.
"You're amazing, baby..." he breathes, his voice still raspy, but so much more tender than a few minutes earlier. You lift your head a little, your eyes shining despite the fatigue, and you smile mischievously. "And you... you're a real jerk... but I love you."
He bursts out laughing, a hearty, warm laugh, the kind you only hear when you're alone. He pulls you closer, placing a quick but affectionate kiss on your forehead. “Yeah, maybe I'm an asshole… but I'm your asshole.”
You roll your eyes and laugh, then he adds with that lopsided smile that melts your heart, "We'd make great actors for our movie, baby."
You laugh even harder, punching him gently on the chest. "You mean you sabotaged the movie just for... that?"
"You call that sabotaging? I call that an Oscar-winning performance," he replies proudly, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.
You hide your smile against his skin, unable to resist him, and he tightens his grip around you, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your hip. "I love you too, silly."
You're in the school hallway, having a heated conversation with your best friend, Choso. You're telling him about a strange adventure you and your mom had in a mall. Yet, he doesn't respond much, just humming occasionally, as if he's only half-listening. Intrigued, you turn your head toward him.
"Why are you so quiet? Do I talk too much?" you ask. He looks up at you, his deep gaze locked with yours. His lips curve into a slight smile, and a subtle blush colors his cheeks and ears.
"I just like your voice. Don't get me wrong, Y/N," he says calmly, running a hand through his long hair, ruffling it casually. This simple gesture makes him even more attractive, and your heart leaps in your chest. How can he say that so naturally?!
"Idiot!" you protest, your voice a little louder than you intended, timidly punching him in the chest. Your cheeks heat up despite yourself.
"Your idiot," he adds without hesitation, his genuine smile widening his features, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
You're on your knees, the icy floor of the university restroom beneath your knees, and Nanami stands before you, completely beside himself. His glasses are foggy, askew, threatening to fall off every time his head tilts forward. His blue polo shirt is slightly undone, its sleeves rolled up incorrectly, betraying his nervousness.
His large hands tremble, clumsy, as he slides one behind your head to guide your movements. But despite his size, despite his physique, everything about him exudes the sweet, desperate panic of a nerd who has no idea how to handle what he's feeling.
"S-Shit... baby... this... this is way too much..." His voice breaks, embarrassed, as if he's ashamed to admit the overwhelming pleasure.
He purses his lips to keep from moaning too loudly, but small, plaintive sounds escape him despite himself. Muffled, clumsy sounds that betray how overwhelmed he is. His shoulders hunched, his back trembled slightly, and he pressed his free hand against the sink behind him, his knuckles turning white.
His breaths were short, ragged. His abs tensed with every movement, but his hips moved forward and forward, trembling, uncontrolled.
"B-baby... wait... I-I... I can't take it anymore..." he moaned, almost like a complaint, his glasses sliding down his nose.
You glanced up at him for a moment, and the sight made you smile: Nanami, the smart boy, always serious in class, was there, standing over you, completely lost. His cheeks were flushed, his blond locks matted with sweat, and every strangled moan he let out made him sound even more pathetic... and incredibly exciting.
He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple quivering with his sighs. He tries to hold back, to remain dignified, but his trembling hips betray his state. He's unable to think, only dominated by the warmth and softness you offer him.
"M-my God... baby... you... you're going to kill me..." he blurts out, his eyes half-closed behind his crooked glasses.
He tilts his head back, his glasses sliding further down his nose, and lets out a long moan that he desperately tries to stifle. His cheeks are red from holding back his moans.
You continue to deep-throat his cock, his precum mixed with your drool dripping between you and the floor. You hold onto his thighs and your legs start to ache.
"Baby... oh... oh no... I... I..." His voice breaks, panting, and he bites his lip to keep from screaming louder. But he can't anymore. His hips slam against you, uncontrollable, his muscles stiff with pleasure and the frustration of no longer being able to contain themselves.
"O-oh fuck... I- I think... I'm going-..." He pauses for a moment, his jaw clenched, his chest heaving, and you realize he's on the edge.
He lets out a muffled cry and comes in your mouth, his whole body shaking with orgasm. His hips still move reflexively, his hands lightly grip your hair, and he lies there, panting, flushed, and vulnerable, completely dependent on you.
You stand up and lean down to kiss him gently, letting him taste his own cum as you stroke his messy hair, feeling his hands slowly relax. Even in this state of complete loss of control, he's still Nanami to you: clumsy, adorable, and incredibly sexy.
