⊹ .݁˖.݁༉—𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓝𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓲! catches you touching yourself—⊹ .݁˖.݁༉
The afternoon sunlight filled the room, filtering through the linen curtains spreading a golden glow across the room. Nanami's scent was still lingering on the bedsheets—a mix of spice sandalwood, and something uniquely him. So heady and so delicious that it instantly fogged your mind with an aching need, so potent that you couldn't hold back touching yourself while basking in his scent.
Fingers buried deep in your cunt, the wetness slowly gliding down your dewy lips onto the sheets creating a damp spot. His name spilled from your lips like warm honey. Nanami was at work, and somehow touching yourself while thinking about your husband—the secrecy—made it all feel more filthy and intense.
Pumping your fingers in and out of your sloppy hole, you kept saying his name like a prayer. All those nights when he made you squirt on his thick fingers playing like a loop in your head. Pressing against that spot over and over, you could feel the climax just there. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, back arching off the bed, moans of Nanami's name echoing through the bedroom walls.
Just as you were about to come, you heard the bedroom door open with a click of the knob. A beat of silence passed. Nanami's husky voice filled the room—and your senses—sending shivers down your spine and straight to your core, making it clench around your fingers.
"Darling.. " His voice came out more huskier than usual, eyes fixed on your fingers practically slipping out of your hole given how wet it was, slick with your ministrations. But the sight that really got to him was the small drizzle of arousal that followed, dripping out of your hole and slowly drizzling down. A little bead of arousal on your clit that shone with the golden sunlight. The sight alone nearly undid him right there. His cock—already hard—twitched in his pants.
"K-ken, you're not supposed to be home.. " Your voice came out small and meeky, embarrassed that you were caught. Eyes still hazy and unfocused, tears clinging to your lashes. Coming down from the high, you breathed heavily, nipples still hard, skin still slick. The sight made Nanami's pupils dilate.
"You forgot to end the call darling.. Came back all the way hearing your moans and nearly broke the speed limit." The realization hit you. You were talking to Nanami on the phone awhile ago. Fragments about dinner, when he'd be back.. But you couldn't remember much, couldn't focus on anything except his voice. Touching yourself through those flimsy panties while he talked on the other side. And in the heat of the moment, you never remembered to end the call..
You knew very well that Nanami is the kind of man who rarely loses his cool. And when he does, that thing has had a deep impact on him. So the fact that you were the cause of it sent a fresh wave of arousal through your heated and needy body.
"Don't stop on my account, love, keep going" He said softly—shrugging out of his blazer and draping it over the chair, eyes never leaving your glistening cunt.
"You sounded so beautiful on the phone" Nanami's voice was like velvet dragged over gravel. "I thought I imagined it at first" He stepped closer, steps slow and measured as if he wanted to see you in the sweet aching agony of lack of his touch, "and then... Then I heard you say my name like that" Nanami gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. His breath ghosting against your lips. Heat in his gaze and words dripping like sin wrapped in silk.
Heat flooded your cheeks—and lower—as you immediately tried to pull your fingers out. But Nanami caught your wrist just in time. Gentle but firm.
"Leave them in" Nanami pressed a soft kiss on your collarbone "show me how you touch yourself while thinking about me" The command was quiet, almost polite, but the way his pupils swallowed the hazel of his eyes made it anything but. You whimpered, obeying, sliding your fingers deeper.
"Good girl" His thumb brushing your bottom lip. "Look at you, dripping all over the sheets just by my voice. Tell me, what were you thinking about"
You swallowed, voice small and breathy, "your fingers... How thick they are, how they make me–mngh–squirt"
Nanami exhaled slowly, eyes softening but the heat in them only increased "and now I'm here" He pressed a kiss between your breasts, his free hand slowly caressing your waist, hips, and then your inner thighs, making your breath hitch.
"K-Ken—" A fresh gush of arousal coated your fingers.
A soft gasp escaped you when two of Nanami's fingers slid in alongside yours.He was way thicker and longer, the stretch was indescribable, so good that all your focus immediately shifted to sensation, the slight burn, and the fullness between your legs.
Nanami's scent had already clouded your senses, a delicious haze of pleasure had completely taken over your mind.
"Like this..?" He asked softly, fingers curling slowly, deliberately, "Or harder?"
"L-like that–yes just like that", you managed to ask, your hips rocking instinctively. He hummed in approval, the hand on your cheek coming down to cup your breast, then slowly roll your nipple in his thumb and forefinger, mouth descending over the other nipple, sucking it in and tugging it gently between his teeth "I got you darling"
He took over the rhythm—slow, deep pumps that built the pressure all over again. No rush. Just patient, devastating focus. The same way he approached everything—work, missions, you.
When you started to clench harder, thighs beginning to tremble, he spoke against your skin "let go for me love, I want to feel it"
You shattered—harder than before, a soft cry of his name as you pulsed around his fingers, slick gushing over both your hands. He worked you through it, murmuring praises into your hair, until you were boneless and panting.
Only then did he ease his fingers out, bringing them to his lips—tasting you with a low, satisfied groan that made your core clench again.
He leaned down, kissing you slow and deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
After pulling away, Nanami started to unbutton his shirt, and only then did you notice the bulge straining against his pants, making you swallow hard, heart again beating erratically. "I'm not done with you yet love. Dinner can wait. Let's see how many times I can make you come before midnight"
Tysm my dearie @caramelluxe for helping me with gradient texts and the cutesy symbols ilysm!!(≧▽≦)♡♡
Also y'all, first time writing nanami kinda nervous 🥲
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