#kittycatrambles

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HEAVEN AND BACK

In which, you're a little wine-drunk with your husband, Nanami Kento.

You're slumped on the floor, babbling and slurring about nonsense to your husband, he listens carefully, despite teetering on the edge of the sofa limply—practically about to fall on-top of you. You feel good tonight, the wine relaxing your senses and mind. The one thing the wine doesn't relax is your libido, Nanami looks irresistible in the soft light of your living room, the carpet beneath you suddenly giving you delicious friction as you shift to look at him better. His shirt is rumpled, his hair tousled because you had been playing with it earlier in a much more sober state. Seeing Nanami look so undone when he's usually put-together makes your thighs squeeze together restlessly. "Husband," you murmured, crawling closer to him, you could see his cheeks heating up as he pushed his thin-framed glasses up. "Yes, my love?" Nanami responded with a huskier voice than usual. Hmm.

After a barrage of drunken ranting about how you wanted to tie him up to the bed posters specifically with one of his ties, he could not say no. He was now laying naked on your shared bed, his hands bound so he cannot touch you the way he'd like, it's a little frustrating not being able to worship you intimately now. But one look at your pleased face and he's immediately whipped up into shape for you, he cleared his throat. "What do you intend to do with me now, sweetheart?" Upon voicing his anticipation, he regrets it. You position yourself between his legs, kneading his thighs and playing with his cock. Nanami has a view of your ass in the air, tempting him. His head falls back as you thumb his slit, his pre-cum slobbering itself all over his cock, he can feel your tongue somewhere around the base, even the slightest touch from you has him struggling not to groan. A low humming makes him jerk up, the sudden vibration attacking his senses. He writhed as your head bobbed on his cock in time with the vibrator, introducing him into a world of pleasure he never thought possible, you were greedy—lapping at his pre, other hand massaging his balls. It was so intense, so fast. "S—sweetheart," he whimpered. "Let me touch you, please."

You brought your face up to him, the loss of your mouth and touch was disorienting in this state. You tossed the vibrator, a frown on your face as you crawled to the other side of the bed, facing him directly now. Was this a sort of punishment? He wasn't shy to be in your gaze, it actually made him pump out more pre-cum at your glare. He could see your eyes gleam with how pathetic he must have looked right now, his eyes followed as your hand trailed lower and lower, halting just above your sweet heat. "You will watch. Do not close your eyes, Ken." You spread your legs wide enough for him to see everything, you found your swollen clit underneath the overbearing slick, moaning his name as if he wasn't there. His cock throbbed, you certainly never made sex vanilla with him. Two fingers pumped in and out of your entrance, the obscene noises infiltrating his eardrums, angling your hips to hit the spots he could reach with ease for you. Your moaning got louder, your fingers reaching a higher speed but sloppier in their movements. He imagined you underneath him, your pretty face contorting as you reached your climax, his tip kissing your cervix. He'd brush a strand of hair out of your face, pepper kisses over your face. He watched intently as you came, your legs shaking and your pretty little pussy glistening for him. That was enough, he'd humoured you long enough. He ripped the make-shift binds and pinned you down on the plush bed, a small grin on your face as he lowered himself down to your cunt, he would not let you go until you could not orgasm any further tonight.

A/N: i had so much fun writing this! happy new year :)

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SEXY TO SOMEONE

In which, Choso Kamo is a closeted pervert and also your life-long best-friend.

Your absent-minded boyfriend had forgotten that you both were to go on a date tonight, he had promised he would be on time and would treat you to a lovely night. Fantasy had gotten mixed up with reality, making you remember how inattentive your boyfriend really is.

Here you are again, complaining to your best-friend in his apartment instead of enjoying yourself on a date with your partner, it had become routinely for you both, to curl up on the couch and eat ice-cream together after you got stood up. Choso never once had griped about this, wasting his weekends away with you. He'd certainly be the boyfriend you wished for in his many qualities, you were certain of that, but he was also quite oblivious at times, and you didn't have feelings for him. That'd be wrong.

Sighing, you scoop another spoon of ice-cream into your mouth between whines. "I'm really reaching the end of my tether in this relationship, it was our third anniversary! How could he do this to me, Cho?"

Choso is barely listening anymore, his thoughts drifting off to something more comforting. If he was braver, he'd scoot closer and wrap an arm around you. Murmur I'd treat you so much better than him in your ear, maybe you'd blush or... you'd hate him for it. That was the only thing holding him back from actually confessing his feelings to you, rejection. Choso would rather stick to longing from a distance than taking a risk and facing possible rejection. That'd be fine, as long as you were in constant reach.

Once you had finished talking about your stupid boyfriend, you went home, your sweet scent lingered in his apartment for a while. Choso immediately grabbed the fuzzy blanket you had been wrapped in just moments ago and hurried to his bedroom, now that he had something to get off to, he didn't need your social media profile as usual. Throwing himself on the bed, he deeply inhaled your scent imprinted on the blanket.

Choso's groans fluctuated around his cramped bedroom, seeping through to his neighbours' walls and undoubtedly making them frown to themselves. You were the only thing on his mind right now, your name, your scent, your face. How you'd look if he gave you the pleasure you deserved.

Panting like a rabid dog, he rutted into the mattress beneath him mindlessly, he had buried his nose in the blanket, seeking your scent. Choso groaned your name with every aggressive thrust, his back arching.

You were about to reach the station to get back home when you realised that you left your phone back at Choso's, you groaned inwardly upon your realisation that you had to walk all the way back to his apartment. This night could not get any worse, could it?

Finally reaching the apartment complex, you hastily made your way up the stairs. Raising your hand to knock, you noticed his front door was unlocked. You had told him so many times it's dangerous to keep it open, but it was convenient this time, you stepped in, scanning the surroundings. There was guttural groans coming from down the hallway, how strange. You looked around for Choso, but he wasn't around. Curious, you located where the noises were coming from and made your way to his bedroom. You had been in such a state of aggravation that you did not consider the possibility of what Choso may be doing in there.

Choso was slumped on his bed, blissfully unaware of your presence, it seemed, fisting his cock to what suspiciously looked like your photo gallery, upon closer inspection, it was your nudes. Embarrassment ran through you, how could you be so careless to leave your phone unlocked? You went to speak, maybe announce your arrival or something but—

Your best-friend whipped his head around when you cleared your throat, his eyes blown wide with lust and desire, your phone landed softly on his covers. Choso opened his mouth to say something, anything, but the only thing that he could manage was a small squeak as he came. A moment after Choso regained his bearings, his gaze ran up and down your frame, and around his bedroom, unsure of where to look. His eyes were filled with shame now, the clarity hitting him like a freight train. You took this golden opportunity, taking a step closer to him and further from your problems.

Your day had already been terrible, why not end it with a good time?

A/N: i'm posting this with a shaky and hesitant finger. i hope this is to your liking, anonymous!!!!!!!!!

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NEVER BEEN VANILLA, HONEY

In which, Nanami comes home to you in lingerie.

Lazing on your stomach on the floral bedsheets, you waited patiently for your husband to come home and see the little surprise you had prepared for him. You bought lingerie the other day, too excited to wait until night to show it off—you decided that this would do as a present for his latest promotion.

The aforementioned lingerie was lacy and pink, bows adorned the outer lace. You admired it in the mirror for a while, unsure if Nanami would tear it off or not. Hopefully not, you'd like to savour this piece.

Nanami unlocked the front door, the toasty heat of the inside of your shared home a welcome reprieve from the chilly air outside. His sweet wife was awfully silent this evening, not rushing to give him a welcome home kiss as you usually would. An eyebrow raiser, for sure.

First, Nanami checked the kitchen—no luck, then the living room. You must be in the bedroom, then. He took every step with caution, careful not to wake you if you were asleep. Ah, the bedroom door was slightly ajar. Thinking nothing of it, Nanami peered inside, there you were. You had your nose in a book, paying no attention to your poor husband standing in the door frame—eyes wide and jaw open.

Eventually, which felt painfully long, you noticed him. You looked back at him past your shoulder, a knowing smile on your face. "Welcome home, Ken." Your voice was saccharine, matching the lingerie you had on. He would've asked if you were cold, if he wasn't so aroused right now. You leaned back on your elbows, lazily spreading your legs with a coy smile.

Nanami's underwear and slacks dropped down with a single pull, the sight making your cunt gush. "Were you waiting all day for me, honey?" He breathes, pulling you into his lap. He made sure you were settled before turning to the mirror in front of you both.

"You see how sexy you look right now, hmm?" He whispers, playing with the pale fabric. A blush covered your cheeks, suddenly making you a little insecure at the attention. You were sure you'd be prepared for anything he might do, but this wasn't on your list. "So gorgeous, sweetheart. Only for me." His words were getting you embarrassingly wet.

Nanami peppered kisses on your shoulders, calloused hands trailing over your body gently, all the meanwhile sneaking glances at the mirror. It was feeling more and more like worship. Nanami rubbed his thumb on the soaked fabric of your panties, earning him a shiver out of you. "Kento—hah," you whined.

Nanami removed the lingerie, murmuring praise into your ear as he did so. Now, all of the layers separating you both are discarded on the floor. His fingers find your weeping cunt, circling your clit, you closed your eyes from the long-awaited pleasure, soaking it all up. "Look how wet you are," he chuckled.

Your eyelids flew open as he started to stretch you open on his fingers, the heel of his palm rubbing against a spot that made your toes curl, "Right there, baby, yes!" You keen out desperately, your moans fluctuating around the bedroom.

Two orgasms out of you later, he finally lets you have his cock. Nanami rubs his tip over your slit, catching against your swollen clit occasionally. Nanami gives you a chaste kiss on the forehead before he pushes his length into you, your pussy sucking him up immediately, his cock pushing up the wrinkles in your vagina. The sensation overwhelming, you find tears threatening to spill with the immense pleasure you're receiving. Nanami cups your cheeks with two hands, kissing your tears away, "You take me so well, sweetheart. Keep going," Nanami leaning forward pushed his cock further into you—his tip french-kissing your cervix repeatedly. "Ken, I'm so close!" You mewl, taking his length even as your muscles ached.

Your breasts bounced with every movement, the bed creaking loudly in your ears, white-hot pleasure burst behind your eyelids—leaving your legs shaking as you wrapped them around Nanami as tightly as you could manage. You gazed up at him as he was reaching his climax too, he kissed you sloppily, you could taste yourself in the kiss, sweet, you thought. Nanami spurted into your womb, making you tingle all over. "I love you," he repeated like a mantra as he did so.

A/N: nanami the man that you are...

[kittycatrambles]

BE LIKE A WOMAN . . .

In which, your co-worker, Nanami Kento gets far too intoxicated at the office party.

Out of immense peer pressure from your colleagues, you've ended up at this bar, wasting away your evening doing nothing but nursing a drink in silence. Everything's overpriced, and everyone's boring, even the bartender dozed off at one point.

Beside you, there's drunk patrons blabbering about their younger days, engaging in conversation between themselves. Your tipsy colleagues mill about, struggling to keep their balance each drink they take, not forgetting to congratulate the boss in hopes of a promotion, probably.

Stumbling into the stool beside you, is none other than Nanami.

It's unusual to see him like this, staggering and slurring, but you'll admit it's nice to see everyone so laid-back and casual. Lost in thought, you notice Nanami glancing at you, his cheeks are flushed. Cute.

“Problem?” You ask coyly, shifting closer to him.

Flustered, Nanami pushes his thin wire-framed glasses up, a nervous habit perhaps, a small twitch in his hand, too. “No, no. Not at all.”

As you begin to conversate, the lively music simmers down into jazz music, which makes it easier to hear the stammer in his low voice.

“Did my staring bother you?”

His soothing voice, his softened gaze, it all stirs something inside of you, a foreign feeling you're not used to in the slightest.

Letting out an exhale, you shake your head. “I quite liked the attention I received from you, actually.”

Nanami hums contentedly as he watches you sip your drink, the alcohol doing nothing to ease your heart's frantic thumping. “Would you like more attention? Maybe a little more. . . hands-on?”

Ah, you've got nothing else to lose, why not?

Who knew this well-mannered man would suggest bathroom sex? Although, you didn't turn it down, the risk made it all the more appealing to you.

After Nanami led you into the most spacious stall, a frown formed on his face. “I don't have a condom right now.”

Intoxicated, you shrugged it off, under the impression Nanami would go raw. Certainly not.

Making haste with shoving your skirt to your ankles, Nanami positioned you carefully, your legs resting on his shoulders. Once you got comfortable, he caressed your inner thighs, his fingers tracing your panties.

Nanami glanced up at you as he slid your underwear off, you were soaked since you both locked eyes tonight. Dragging his nose over your mound, his tongue darted out occasionally, making you jolt. “Don't tease me, Nanami.”

“I'd prefer if you called me Kento.” That alone already had you pulsing, your slick coating his chin. “I'm simply just savouring your taste, not teasing you, sweetheart.”

Licking a stripe up your glistening pussy, Nanami's tongue circled your clit and the pleasure was well-anticipated, making you keen out. “Ken—yes, that's it!”

Quickly, he clamped a hand over your mouth to cease your moans, you'd forgotten you were both in a public place. But, his tongue lapped at you faster, desperate to hear your muffled moans. Two fingers pumped in and out of your hole, your obscene squelching bouncing off the bathroom walls.

Under the fluorescent lighting, you found yourself appreciating how hot he is while he ate you out. Until his tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Yesyesyesyes,” you repeated over and over like a mantra.

You're suddenly glad you listened to your co-workers and went to this party, after all.

A/N: i missed writing so bad

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FUCK ME LIKE I'M FAMOUS

In which, you peg your one-night-stand, Suguru Geto

Kneeling on the hotel bed, the covers beneath you a mixture of soft and silky, you stare right at the gorgeous ass in-front of you—a simple thing you had to do, really, reach the man's prostate. Well, you assumed it'd be an easy task, considering how fast he found your sweet spots that made you whine barely an hour ago. You had never done something like this before. This man was certainly secure about his masculinity, it made you wetter just thinking about that, your swollen cunt clenching around nothing but the humid air in the hotel room.

"How do you want to do this?" You ask, trailing your hands around his body nervously. Maybe he'll ask you to use your mouth, that'd be hot. Your eyes glanced at the things he had bought from the chemists' across the street, trying to distract yourself while he pondered on your question; the condoms were all used, tossed around the floor carelessly. Only one bottle of lubricant stood on the desk, cherry-flavoured. Then, there was a indigo box that was hidden from view behind the trash-can. You were curious once he walked in the door with it in the plastic bag, the colour stood out amongst the plain-coloured things he had gotten along with it. Your first thought was a toy, since he hadn't used it with you, he probably was intending for you to use it on him. Exciting.

"First, you should stretch me out with your fingers." He plainly said, his answer threw you off for a moment. But you brushed it off, hanging on things like this will just make you both more impatient. Reaching for the lube, you took a deep breath before spreading his ass, slathering the gel all over his asshole. Suguru let out the faintest whimper, you honestly wouldn't have heard it if the room wasn't so quiet. Hopefully that was out of pleasure and not pain, you'd hate to hurt such a gorgeous man.

Slipping one finger in was difficult even with the lubricant, his walls pushing you out and sucking you in at the same time. Suguru let out small moans occasionally. You eventually got three fingers in, his brows were furrowed and his cock was leaking against the sheets, he looked real pretty like this. You decided to help him out by pumping his cock, beads of pre-cum dripping onto his thighs. He started to whimper, riding your fingers in sloppy motions, his hands gripping onto the sheets. You let his cock droop, then you tweaked his taut nipples. He didn't last long after that, his cum spurting everywhere. He rolled onto his back, taking deep breaths and gazing at you with a lascivious expression. You offered a small smile, standing up and padding over to the mystery box, bringing it over to the bed. Inside was a strap on, your eyebrows shot up, your eyes meeting. "You wanna try?" He murmured seductively, his voice made a shiver shoot up your body. "Yes," you replied far too eagerly.

You had slicked him up again with two fingers, he was far more sensitive this time. You pushed the pale blue instrument against him, his hole opening up under the pressure, allowing your passage. His eyes were filled with ecstasy, rolling his hips against you. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" He exclaimed as you angled your hips, pressing into a spot that had him seeing stars, your movements got steadier as you got used to it. Tears rolled down his cheeks, joining the mess underneath him. You withdrew for a moment, relishing in the confused expression on his face before drilling it into him. His moan was so loud, you were sure everyone else in the hotel could hear. You covered his mouth, muffling his lewd noises. His eyes flew open once the sting of your slap blossomed over his ass cheek, his whimpers grew louder, pushing himself onto you. Pulling his hair was his last straw it seemed, his walls gripping onto the toy as Suguru's cock throbbed, the slit covered in his arousal. You patted his back as he rode out his orgasm, his legs twitching with the aftershocks—he fell limply onto the bed after you pulled back.

You laid back on the pillows as you watched him struggle to keep his bearings, he crawled weakly to your legs and lowered himself into your soppy cunt, he did kitten licks at first, gaining his strength back. He spread your legs wider, lapping greedily at your heat. He pushed two fingers in, slurping on your abused clit. You threw your head back, holding strands of his hair in between your fingers. "Suguru," you mewl, your cunt fluttering around his fingers. His calloused hands splayed over your thighs, humming sweetly. "Gonna give this pussy what it needs," he groaned, his long fingers rubbing against your gummy walls. "Not gonna stop 'til dawn, pretty."

A/N: to make up for the lack of suguru smut. i love u suguru

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PUSH IT, (AH), PUSH IT

In which, Toji Fushiguro is a growing star as a hockey player and you are his puck-bunny

Toji Fushiguro is the centre of attention, he always has been. His unruly raven hair, the scar on the right side of his lips that constantly curls when he grins, mainly when someone flashes him in the crowd—but lately, he's been craving more than just pretty crowds and attention directed to him for the wrong reasons—you. You're one of his favourite little fan-girls, never missing a game and looking effortlessly hot, gorgeous and pretty all at once. It's not only that, but the fact that you genuinely enjoy hockey and don't attend just for hot guys. Your enthusiastic cheers when he scores; it makes his ears flush and his stomach tighten, which is quite childish for a man his age. Tonight, you're cheering louder than usual for him and you've got an irritatingly prettier face than usual. He's pent up, hasn't been laid in a month. If his team wins, he will approach you tonight, he tells himself.

When you attended the final hockey game of the season tonight, you were not expecting the hottie from your favourite team to pull you aside and make out with you on the hood of his truck, you desperately tried to stay on your feet as his mouth was everywhere on you. Your lips, your cheeks, your neck. "Fuck," he groans, wasting no more time to pull you into the backseat of his truck, the windows were tinted to a borderline-illegal amount—which right now relieved you slightly that you wouldn't be seen by others. His tongue was relentless, lapping at your neck and it felt as if you were being eaten alive. How pent-up was this guy? You furrowed your brows, the place between your thighs aching for more than just kissing. Aroused and frustrated from Toji's inability to do anything but kiss you, you wrestle yourself off him and make haste with your clothes. The man's eyes light up like he'd just been offered a million dollars, his pupils darkened as they stayed glued on your breasts. "Aren't you going to touch me, Fushiguro?" You whined, trying to find any friction you could from him, he was the one who practically dragged you here, you swore he was salivating at you before.

"My bad, baby." He quipped, grinning at you and the mere curl of his lips pushed more slick out of you, that's how desperate you were right now. This had to be a form of edging, surely. His calloused hands squeezed both of your breasts at the same time, grazing the underside of the right one with his teeth. You let out an indignant squeak but as soon as he lapped at your taut nipple, you moaned softly into his ear, grinding on his thigh and the friction was so, so good on your bare clit. You dragged your pussy on his jeans, staining them and he tutted, gripping your hips and lifting you up off his leg. "My mouth isn't good enough for ya, is it?" The loss of friction immediately made you scowl, even if he was hot, Toji isn't going to get away with edging you any longer. You lift his jersey off him, throwing it on the console, you knew he was going to have big muscles, the man constantly worked out and he was probably on difficult diets but this was...

"Doll," he murmured, waving his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your daze. "Ya just came. That was quick." He teased, his teeth showing as he grinned at you. Oh, he was so mean. "I..." you trailed off, wondering how to word the sentence you were about to babble. "I want your cock." You whined, and his eyebrows raised. Did you just surprise the great Toji Fushiguro? Maybe, but all you had on your mind was orgasming right now. You fiddled with his belt, lost in the haze of desire, his large hand pushed yours away. "I can do it, y're getting nowhere, clearly." Now, finally, he was naked. You could see his glorious body for yourself, your eyes trailed from his pecs, to his abs and muscles and his beefy thighs. You then reached his cock. A girthy thing, meaty and red. It was leaking pre all over his thighs. He let your eyes wander for a moment more, and then fixed you onto his lap. "Ya sure?" He tilted his head slightly, his calloused hands trailing over your curves, mapping you out for himself. His touch was so gentle compared to earlier, making you shiver. You nodded, lifting your entrance to the tip before he could stop you. Toji's eyes widen a significant amount, then relaxed, his lips forming a smirk. "Brave girl, ya gonna try bottom me out too?" Toji grunted as you sunk onto his length, mewling each inch that brushed against your walls. He stammered, "F—Fuck, y're crazy. Tight, too." He chuckled, easing you down further. His tip poked your cervix, teasing. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you bounced on his length, drool dribbling onto your chin and down into the mess of your slick and his pre-cum. "Toji," you moaned, holding onto his shoulders as his thumb toyed with your clit, trying to distract himself from finishing so early. He'd be a total hypocrite. More mewls and preens filtered through your mouth, desperate to reach your climax. His cock reached spots you didn't realise you had, that none of your toys could reach. Not even your hook-ups could reach this good and make you feel like you're on cloud nine. White-hot bliss thrashed behind your eyelids, your stomach swirling with anticipation, once Toji saw your face contorting as you came, he couldn't help himself. He wasn't even wearing a fucking condom. His cum spurted into your insides, filling you up and making you writhe in his lap, rubbing your clit on his abs. "Shit," he groaned, dragging his hands down his face. Your sweet cunt had been like none he'd ever experienced, your breasts so full. He was well and truly fucked.

A/N: ummm first post. kinda nervous