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."
"Certainly."
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