the long office table was full of your bored and antsy co workers, watching another pair of ego inflated finance bros over explain a reused concept for the nth time this week.
next to you, your boss nanami, who seemed to be deep in thought as his pen stroked his clipboard. how in the hell he managed to take any type of notes from a presentation as dry and shallow as this, baffled you.
it didn’t help that you could feel the rest or your coworkers side eyes aimed straight towards you throughout the meeting. it wasn’t a secret that you had been glued to nanamis side ever since you’d started working almost a month ago.
your presence was never openly requested by him, yet it was still like he hoped expected you to be there with him, all. the. time. it was a relief to have someone like him around, someone who didn’t give you the resentful new hire treatment. he treated you like an actual person.
sure it was the bare minimum, but it was still rare to meet a man in such a high position and who wasn’t a complete self absorbed douche bag. not to mention hot.
so very hot.
“hand me your highlighters.” your boss’s sultry voice rang through your ears, a slight startled jump running through your body as the man himself interrupted your thoughts, suddenly reminding you of your proximity. you nodded quickly,handing him your pouch of writing utensils.
his focus remained on his notes until the very end of the presentation, he was so focused in fact that he didn’t even realize it was over, not even the awkward cough from one of the men presenting caught his attention. it wasn’t until you cleared your throat did he look up, naturally he looked towards you first, then towards the two men in the front of the room,
“ah apologies. thank you for your time here today gentlemen, and for the very… informative presentation, expect an email from me within the next three days.” smooth.
the two men walked out with satisfied smirks on their faces, wrongfully so, because as soon as the door shut the room erupted in chatter.
“sir what are the next steps you would like us to take?” one of the men sitting around the table spoke up.
“nothing.”
the table erupted in confused looks, a relief that they wouldn’t have to deal with the two arrogant bastards, yet still thrown off by what the presentation contained to have had the boss so deep in thought.
“their concepts were old news, they had terrible egos, and their entire presentation was AI generated. I stopped listening two minutes in.” Nanami huffed out. “you’re all excused for lunch.”
the room began to empty out, you followed suit, grabbing your pouch of pens and highlighters. Nanami didn’t move a muscle, yet you could feel his eyes following your every move.
clearing your throat you built up the courage to ask the question everyone seems curious about, “what about your notes Mr. Nanami?”
your bosses eyes met yours, a hint of grin on his lips before he removed his paper from his clipboard and handed it to you, revealing an almost angelic looking portrait of a woman in office attire. shaded with yellows, oranges, and greens from your highlighters. somehow it worked beautifully.
“oh my. sir i had no idea you were so talented. It looks gorgeous.”
a small chuckle escaped your boss as he stood up from his chair, “you make a good muse.”
oh fuck.
an inspired by an interaction I had with my coworker who is 10 yrs older than me. the portrait is hung up by my bed lolz
Alright, I'm sorry for torturing the overworked salaryman...How about a fluffy request instead?
Nanami who lays his head in your lap to relieve stress after work. On really bad days, he'll snag your favorite treat so he can buy himself a little more time to nuzzle into you.
Also, this is a friendly reminder to drink your water, it's toasty as heck in my part of the world so stay hydrated!
-☕️
HAHA. You can pry this man from my cold dead hands i literally can’t write (or read) angst fics about him (im a liar i have a very small angst one in my drafts) and omg please keep yourself hydrated too!! I have my water attached to me at all times this summer. It’s killer out there!!
Before you can see him you can smell the rich buttery scent of your favorite pasties wafting in the air. And then you hear him, his heavy exhausted footsteps and the way he offers you a weak ‘Hello.’
You watch as he drops the crinkled bakery bag onto the coffee table before he crumples in-front of you. You were relaxing on the sofa, feet resting on the coffee table after you finished your cleaning— but Nanami gently lowers them so he can comfortably lay his head on your lap.
“Long day?” Your fingers automatically thread through his hair, feeling the way he melts into you. “Incredibly long.” He mumbles, nuzzling into your warmth as your nails gently scratch at his scalp. He’s like a kitten, eyes closed and breathing evening out. “Ken,” you tug lightly on his shirt and he understands almost immediately. As he stands up you lay down on the sofa, opening your arms happily when you’re comfortable. Nanami doesn’t waste a second when it comes to your touch. He curls up on top of you, heavy body blanketing yours as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as your hands scratch lightly behind his ear and down the nape of his neck, nails tracing soft patterns into his tense muscles until you feel them melt.
You hear him mumble something into your neck, the vibrations making you giggle. “We should stay like this.” He says again, tilting his head to the side. “Forever?” You cup his cheek as you ask, thumb rubbing the tired skin under his eye.
His shoulders shrug lightly, “That would be nice.” Yeah… it would be nice. You’d love to have him in your arms and see him not be so exhausted. For once you’d like to look down at him and not see the bags that decorate his face, brows always slightly pinched and shoulders always tense with stress— but in moments like theses he’s so soft, all of that exhaustion sliding off of him with each gently caress of your hand. You hum, pressing your lips to his temple gently before he rests his face back where it was, nose and lips pressed against your warm throat, breathing in the scent of home.
“Then you’re taking off tomorrow,” you say it with an air of finality. “I already have an idea on what to test your boss. Just leave it to me, baby.” You don’t expect him to answer, especially in his state of exhaustion. But you feel the vibration of him laughing against your chest, the sound muffled as he hugs you tighter to him, nuzzling into you like he wants to crawl into your skin. “You’re too good to me, Doll.”
Poor Nanami's hands are tied to the headboard, eyes fucked out, tongue lolling out of his mouth, face red, coated with a thin layer of sweat and his legs are spread out for you. He is a mess after just cumming on your strap for the nth time this night.
But you want more. Those orgasm were not enough for you. While he is spent, dick sensitive and wet, he is trying to be a good boy, taking whatever you can give him but its just too much for the poor guy to handle.
Synopsis: Your pervert boyfriend, Nanami, takes you to the club under the excuse of relieving stress, but really, he wants something else.
mdni | content: dirty talk, vibrators, consensual drugging, nipple play, impact play, vaginal sex, squirting
a/n: This is very short for my usual work, but it was my first attempt at a half-assed plot lol. It's mainly smut. Need this to happen to me...
To many outsiders, your boyfriend, Kento, is the picture of respectful and hardworking. You don’t disagree with hardworking, but ‘respectful’...that is a word that can only half-describe Nanami. He’s a secret pervert who enjoys seeing you in the throes of pleasure and gets off on your masochism.
Club 09 is loud. There are a myriad of bodies sprayed on the floor, dancing and grinding on each other as the music flows into each other. You’ve only had three drinks, but from the corner of your eyes, you can see Nanami order one more for you.
He hasn’t drunk anything. Since you’ve both arrived, walked to the corner of the club, and sat down, Nanami has slyly given you every drink his friends have rushed to him. The bottle girl comes to the table and presses the cup down.
Nanami smiles, and while you dance in your spot, you can see from your peripheral vision as he drops in a single pill and swirls the cup. It makes the drink fizz for a second before disappearing. He squeezes your thigh and passes the drink, “Here, my princess, drink all of it.”
Your cheeks redden, fingers wrapping around the cold cup, and slowly downing the drink, hearing a small fizz from the cup. “Let’s dance a little.”
“I’ll watch.”
You pout, but shrug and walk away from the table, moving your shoulders and hips at the rhythm of the music. It’s loud enough that you can almost feel the bass thumping in your ear, making your heart beat in unison. Everything smells of sweat and smoke, as people roll on each of your sides.
From afar, you can see Nanami watching you, eyes trained on the way you swing your hips, and get low on the ground before picking yourself back up. You like the club. You like how loud the music is, and how there’s enough going on that there’s no space for you to stop and assess whether you’re dancing too drunkenly or if you’re off beat.
You dance through two songs until your limbs begin to feel heavy, and everything begins to move slowly and fast. Heat ripples through your body, and the strobe lights blend into each other.
You can’t decipher anything the lyrics say, and a strong warmth makes your lower belly ache. Heat rushed through your pussy, and your clit twitches, as goosebumps spread over your skin, while you sway back and forth, and you barely notice Nanami’s hand around your waist.
He moves you around, though each step of yours is dragged, and your strength depletes as the seconds go by. You hold onto the side of Nanami’s shirt, trying to ball your hand into a fist, and sensing an odd numbness set into your body. “Nanami.” You slur out, into his skin.
Next to you, he wears a proud smile, holding you upright. “I know, baby, I know,” he says, faux sympathy dripping from his voice. “I’ll take care of you.”
Flashes of blonde hair and blue eyes cross around your vision until you’re placed inside the familiar black car that smells of black ice and leather. Ecstasy drips into your veins, and your hips buck into the seat, making your dress hitch at your thighs.
Each movement sends a sliver of pleasure across your flesh, until your fingers itch to take everything off. Underneath your dress, you can almost feel the two bandages across your nipples. “Nanami. I-I feel…hot,” you whine, trying to clumsily unclasp your shoes.
Nanami’s big hands come across your back, until they slide to the back of your head, pushing you back until your back hits the seat, “Stay still, baby, can’t have you throwing up.”
You whimper, loud and needy, clawing at his hand, “Sir, I want to…tak-take it off.” It’s as if each word is being pulled forcibly out of you. Their jumbled, slurred blending in until a bunch of nothing seems to be falling from your lips.
“When we get home.”
Those words echo in your head, while flashes of light pass through your visions. You are nothing and everything at once. You barely feel when Nanami pulls you from the car, carrying you into your shared apartment. Only a whisk of air, and then coldness with the scent of blue spruce and cedar.
More cold air, and when you flutter your eyes open, Nanami has cuffed your hands to the bed and taped the two small pink vibrators around your nipples. They’re swollen, and each time you twitch, pain flashes through you.
“Sir…what ar-are you…do-doing?”
He smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “Shh, it’s okay. A whole sentence is a lot,” he whispers, lathering kisses along your collarbone, fingers playing with the flesh of your stomach. “Don’t you want me to make you feel better?”
It takes a second for your body to catch up, but you feverishly nod, body softly twitching from the cold. From your blurry vision, a smile creeps to Nanami’s face, and the sudden rush of vibrations on your swollen nipples has you gasping. A ripple of pleasure and pain rips through your body, making your back cave into the mattress.
As your body trashes, and your loud moans can be heard from outside the door, each buzz makes your cunt clench and coat your thighs with slick. Tears begin to blur your vision while the clink of the metal cuffs against the bedpost rings in unison with the vibration. Each second is filled with your meek whimpers and whines, trying to keep your system from sobbing until everything stops.
“How do you feel, princess?” Nanami coes, fingers traveling to your cunt until two fingers press into your swollen clit. He clicks his teeth, “Too dumb to answer?”
“Sir…hu-hurts,” You whine out, digging your feet into the mattress. Each of your words makes Nanami preen, and he stops touching you, moving to the corner of the room. He sits down, spreading his legs, with a condescending smile.
“If you can come from just your nipples, then maybe I’ll touch you.” He sneers playfully, unclasping his belt. From the bed, you can see him take his cock out, softly hissing before spitting on the head.
You shake your head, taking a large gasp of air, “Sir, please…haven’t I-I’ve good.” You sob, feeling the vibrations begin again, softly before fully picking up speed against your swollen buds. Your aches, with each rumble of the vibration, and a wet hiccup rolls from your lips.
Through blurry visions, Nanami wraps his hand around his cock, spitting on it before he spreads it down the shaft, bucking into his hip. A low groan mingles with your moans, precum spilling from Nanami’s slit.
You’re loud, mewling and sobbing into the air, the metal of the cuffs ringing into the air. Warmth crashes through your lower spine, and you’re so close, yet so far, pussy pulsating and dripping with slick. The bullets stop, and you take a deep breath, “Sir–”
Nanami moves, softly growling before he’s straddling your upper body. His cock is pushed to your lips, but you keep them pressed, shaking your head. “Open.” You shake your head, making Nanami’s precum spread across your tight lips.
You keep your lips pressed until the vibrations roll through again, forcing your mouth open. But he never sinks in, simply sliding his cock inside your mouth, letting the weight settle in your bones. He pulls himself out, dragging his cock across your face, and your tongue darts to his balls, ripping a moan from his throat.
“Fuck,” He moans, “you get slutter when you’re drunk…thinking only with your pussy.”
You whimper, and you’re lost in the pleasure, licking and suckling him until spit dribbles down the side of your chin. Nnami slaps the tip on your tongue, finally sinking into your mouth, using your hallowed cheeks to scrape against his red slit.
He uses you while the vibration of the pink bullet makes you buck, and you suck harder, pushing your face down. Nanami bucks into your face, drowning you in his cock until your nose is pressed into his blonde naval hairs. Your throat flexes against Nanami’s cock.
And as he pulls away, you chase after him, panting and pressing a sloppy kiss on the head. Your head falls back, when the feeling of heat gets too much, and your pussy aches, clamping over nothing. “m close…close, sir–”
“Want Sir to make you feel good?”
You nod, eyes glossy and lidded, fat tears rolling down your cheek, “Please. Please. Need it.” You whine, while Nanami keeps away from you, finally turning off the vibration.
“Say thank you.”
“Thank you, thank you…Thank you.” You pant out, and Nanami laughs, pushing off and travelling down your lower body. He slides his hand under your thigh, watching your pussy glisten, and he spits on you while he glides his cock across your aching cunt.
A filthy noise fills the room, and he bumps the head of his cock into your clit, kissing it, and sending ripples of bliss through you. He pushes in slowly, only the head before smirking at you, and thrusting inside with one swoop. “Fuc–”
A squeal falls from your lips, and your bucking back into Nanami’s cunt while a rhythmic wet schlick sound rings. He fucks into you at a hurried pace, groaning and moaning while you mewl and whimper, each roll pushing you further down. Your foot kicks, and you're scrambling for purchase on the bed, nails digging into the sheets.
Nanami laughs above you, “Your cunt keeps sucking me…” And his hand slaps down, hitting your swollen bud. Another hit rings, but down the outside of your thigh, making you clamp down on his cock. Each drag against your wall makes you hypersensitive.
He bucks again, twitching inside, and your swoops, goosebumps rushing over your skin. Your muscles constrict, and you're lifting off the bed, pussy gushing when the vibrators turn on, pushing a sob from your throat. Nanami watches as you squirt on his cock, liquid rushing down while you jolt and sob.
The mere realisation of it makes his balls twitch, and he’s cumming inside you, nails digging into your waist. “Fuck…fuck…”
“Sir–” You gasp out, feeling the weight of his body fall onto yours. Nanami’s lips swallow your meek, needy moans, pushing inside your mouth, tongue licking you open. You can taste something akin to lemon on his tongue, and he tastes every ounce of amber in yours.
A small shudder rips through your skin as he continues to fuck into you, forcing you to ride out your orgasm. And you feel his come mix with yours, slowly making a white ring around the base of his cock. The sound is obscene even as you both finish.
A soft click rushes to your ear, and you pull down your hands, moving them to Nanami’s face, until he kisses the inside of your wrist. He presses down, and you feel the sweat on his face. “Thank you, Sir.”
nanami kento loves his wife. everyone who knew him knew it too. it was obvious how much he loved you. wedding ring always on, photo of you on your wedding day in his wallet, the way he would leave work early to pick up flowers for you every monday afternoon.
nanami believed that you must start off your week right, with a fresh bouquet. it didn’t matter if your flowers from the week before were still alive and thriving, he still got you a new one. vases of flowers were everywhere, the kitchen, your bedroom, the living room. it brought you so much happiness to see them around the house, and it brought him happiness to see you so happy.
this monday was no exception, leaving work on time, he went to the flower shop to collect your weekly bouquet. he tried to hand pick every flower in it as well, trying to switch up your arrangement (unless it was the week of your anniversary where he would try and recreate your wedding bouquet to the best of his ability).
as much as nanami hated work, the routine of going to work and coming home to his beautiful wife was something he looked forward to. he didn’t mind working as much when it gave you both such a good life. he would do anything to keep you content and happy.
opening the door to your shared home, nanami stepped in with his work belongings and bouquet in hand. you looked up from your phone at the door unlocking, smiling immediately. getting off the couch, you walked over to greet him with a kiss.
“hi ken! how was your day?” you asked sweetly, just like you did everyday that he had work. he handed you your bouquet and kissed the top of your head.
“it was fine, honey. just normal work, not too bad today,” he set his belongings down on the nearby table. “i hope you like this bouquet, i tried to incorporate more colors for spring.” you blushed. even married he was still nothing but sweet and considerate. when telling your friends about the things nanami would do for you, they didn’t hide their jealousy. they’d complain about how little their partners or recent dates would do for them, it almost felt like bragging when you would mention nanami. he was “the perfect husband” as they would say, and you couldn’t help but agree. he was the perfect husband.
“thank you! they’re perfect!” you grinned as you went to the kitchen to fill a vase with water. nanami followed you, a soft smile on his face seeing how happy you were. you cut the stems to fit the vase and put them in, smile still on your face. he walked over to you, putting his hands on your waist gently. “i’m really glad you love them.” you moved your hands up to loosen his tie, another after work ritual you two had.
your arms moved to wrap around his neck as you both leaned in and shared a kiss. not lustful or desperate, just loving. you pulled away and rested your head on his chest. “i love you ken” you whispered into the fabric of his shirt. he planted a kiss to the top of your head, “i love you too, y/n.” you both stayed like that for a minute, taking in each others presence.
“would you like to order tonight? we can get it from your favorite place and then i can run you a bath after?” nanami asked gently. you smiled again. “i’d like that. but it’d like it more if you joined me.” he let out a soft chuckle and nodded, “okay, it’s decided then.”
nanami kento really loves his wife.
જ⁀➴⋆.˚ a/n: husband!nanami as requested by the poll! (sorry to those who followed me for my choso fics) i haven’t written for nanami in sooooo long but he’s so husband </3
જ⁀➴ if you liked this, check out some of my other works! :)
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.
“Can you hand me the Phillips screwdriver, sweetie?”
The two of you lean over the counter, above the kitchen sink, working on replacing a leaky faucet. You told Nanami you could fix it yourself, but he insisted he do it, so you let him without any resistance to his offer. Still, you stand next to him for moral support and little requests like this. You dig into his tool bag, retrieving the tool and passing it to him. He grabs it, giving you a quick glance and a smile. “Thank you.”
“You know, I could be even more useful if you let me,” you tell him, taking this time to admire his attire. Weathered blue jeans reserved for repairs around the house and a raggedy tank top, accentuating his strong biceps.
He removes the cap from the left handle, concentrating carefully on removing the screw. “Oh? How so?”
You put one hand on his lower back, the other on his crotch, leaning close to his ear. “Let me show you.”
He chuckles, turning to face you, nose grazing yours, licking his lips. “Show me then.”
You kiss him passionately, undoing his fly and pushing his waistband down his legs. He curses under his breath as you get down on your knees in front of him. “Bet I can fix this leaky faucet before you can fix yours,” you challenge him, teasing his cock with little kisses along his shaft.
He laughs again, fiddling with his tools. “We’ll see about that.”
You give his tip a few licks before surrounding your mouth on him, cupping his balls and stroking his length, exactly the way he likes it. He works quickly above you, determined to beat you at this silly game, one that will surely end with either him coming in your mouth or you bending over the fixed faucet for him to fuck you.
Lucky for the both of you, it’s the latter. He replaces the broken gasket in record time, tightening everything back in place. You can hear the water trickle through the pipes, testing out his own handiwork. Smiling to yourself, you continue to blow him, nose now pressed to his groin, swallowing his dick to the back of your throat. Before you know it, you feel his hand on the top of your head, stroking your hair gently.
You look up at him, mouth still full of his dick. He gazes at you, a wicked smirk on his face. “Looks like I win. Come here.”
He pulls you up on your feet, kissing you sloppily while he tugs your bottoms off you. You slide out of your shirt, already not wearing a bra, so your breasts are out for him. He takes one in his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers play with your clit, already slick with arousal. “Kento,” you moan his name.
He releases you with a loud pop, flicking his tongue on your sensitive nipple. “Want to check my work?”
You nod, turning around to face the faucet while he surrounds you from behind, resting his hard on between your ass cheeks. “We should test it out,” he says breathily, hands still all over you.
You bend over for him, spreading your legs apart, sticking your ass out. Nanami guides his cock head between your pussy lips, coating it in your wetness. His voice is hot on your ear. “Look how wet you are just from sucking my cock. Naughty fucking girl.”
“Kento, please,” you whine, on your tippy toes now, anticipating the sensation of being stuffed full of him.
“Please what, sweetheart?” He taps his cock head against your achy clit.
“Please fuck me.”
He slides inside you smoothly, pushing until he bottoms out, the both of you moaning in pleasure. You adjust to his size before he starts thrusting, slow and gentle at first, his grip tight on your hips. After a few easy strokes, his pace increases, the lewd slapping of skin-on-skin and the incessant moans coming from the both of you echoing off the walls of your kitchen.
“Kento!” you cry out, approaching your orgasm.
He doesn’t relent, reaching around to rub circles on your clit. “Come for me, baby. Come on this fucking cock.”
You climax, gushing all over him. “Don’t pull out,” you beg him, body shaking from the sensation. “Fuck me until you come.”
He doesn’t argue, doesn’t need to be told twice. You’re damn near off your feet as he fucks you faster and harder, ass jiggling with every thrust. He manages to make you come once more the same time he does, filling you up with his creampie.
When he pulls out, he makes you squeeze your legs back together. “Keep me in you,” he whispers, peppering soft kisses along the nape of your neck. “Might as well fix the other leaks around the house.”
