“It’s late and you shouldn’t act like that” - “And what about it?” [Dilf!Kento x nanny!reader]
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“No, you can’t stay up any longer. It’s already 9 p.m. and your daddy is coming home in a bit.”, I sigh at the cute toddler, defying his bed time.
”No! Daddy said I can stay up and play with you as long as I want to!”, he yells at me with adorable pouty lips and crossed arms like he’s the boss. In a way he is as long as Mr. Nanami is back. However, the boss’ boss told me beforehand to put him to bed by nine and the tantrum looks like it’s scheduled for until after ten.
”Yuji, you’re being a really bad boy right now. And you know what we do with bad boys.”, I crouch down to pinch his chubby cheeks that are filled with stubbornness.
”Exorcise them!”, he exclaims in innocent excitement. I don’t know where he got that from but I just nod at his childish assumption.
”Exactly.” I dive forward and tickle him. His high-pitched shrieks and giggles move through the bedroom as I tickle his round belly that’s shaking with giddiness.
”Stop hahaha. Stop hahah- I said stoooppp!”, he gasps , overwhelmed by his laughter.
”So will you stop being a bad boy and go to bed? We can play the next time I’m over to watch you.”, I say when I stop.
Sulking at my words, he reluctantly nods in agreement and takes my hand. While I lead him to bed, I can hear his tiny but heavy footed steps echo through the hallway and grin at his cuteness. Truly, it’s always fun and adoring to babysit Yuji whenever Mr. Nanami is on a working trip or otherwise arranged with something or rather someone. The last two times were dates and he confessed to me that he’s going back to dating since Yuji suddenly asked why I couldn’t be his mommy when I do all the things the other kids’ moms do. I was completely shocked and overwhelmed by that and he didn’t look too comfortable telling me that either. Ever since then, it has been quite tensive between us. Only ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’, and maybe one or two reminders for my time with Yuji.
Carefully, I tuck this cute toddler in and read him the indispensable bed time story until he’s lulled into a deep sleep. His slight snoring is always my cue to leave but I can’t help but give him a little peck to the big forehead.
As I leave the room, I look at the mess of toys and snacks laying across the living room, already sighing at the overtime I am going to put in for cleaning up and then going right for it.
Luckily, Mr. Nanami is kind enough to compensate me for overdue time but if I’m completely honest I’d do it for free. Taking care of Yuji is always a delight but nothing is as sweet as seeing Mr. Nanami enter the door in his neat suit, loosening his tie as soon as he’s inside. Imagining him pulling my panties down just like that has been a wet dream of mine for quite some time now, even if I unwillingly admit that.
Just on cue, I hear the keys rattling at the door and just on cue, I can feel excitement collect in my stomach. One can only dream of being his happy wife.
“Hey. I am sorry for being late again. This date was way too dull for it to be so long. Of course, like always, I will compensate you.”, he softly says as he takes off his shoes and jacket and heads to the living room. “Is he asleep?”
”Yes, tucked in and passed out. We really had a lot of fun today. A messy fun but still.”, I respond in a hushed tone to not wake Yuji up. Not that it’s possible. Once that kid is asleep, it’s hard to wake him up, but I don’t want to risk it.
I crouch down on my knees to gather the last few toys sitting around but as I count the remaining action figures I realise that one’s missing.
”Looking for something?”, he asks at my confused expression, pouring himself a drink in the kitchen nearby.
”Just looking for the last figurine. It’s Yuji’s favourite and I don’t want him to be upset tomorrow.” My eyes scan the room but it’s nowhere to be found.
”Let me help you.” With steady footsteps, he enters the living room, taking a swift drink of his whiskey before setting it down nearby.
”Oh, it’s fine. I don’t want to get your shirt all creased because I lost the toy.” My cheek rubs against the rug underneath while I’m looking under the couch on all fours, trying my best to find the lost figure. Finally, I find it through the small crevice and reach for it but my arms are simply too short for that.
”Fuck. Sorry. Bad word. I just- can’t ugh- reach it.”, I struggle, extending my limb as best as I can, looking ridiculous with my ass up in the air and face planted down.
”Don’t be. Here.”, there’s a slight quiver in his voice as if he’s straining to fight back against something. Before I can react, he effortlessly lifts the couch with one hand, making it possible for me to quickly grab the dusted toy.
”Whew. Thanks. Wouldn’t have gotten it out without you or else I would’ve been stuck here until morning. Can’t disappoint Yuji like that.”, I smile at our success to rescue the figure and stand up.
Mr. Nanami clears his voice before he sets down the couch, his forearm flaunting his strength through veins and taut skin. My eyes wander a bit upwards to his biceps hidden underneath the rolled up sleeves. He is ridiculously well built for a man in his forties - a true dilf.
“So how was Yuji today? Did he behave?”, he asks, genuine interest for his son reflecting in his tired eyes.
”Well, he wasn’t an angel but he’s close to one. He only threw a little tantrum before bed but it’s routine. I had to call him a ‘bad boy’ for him to listen to me. And even then, I had to do the ‘bad boy’ treatment so he goes to bed. At this point, I think he’s doing it on purpose.”, I chuckle at Yuji’s defiance.
”Bad boy treatment?”, he wonders.
”Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. I just tickle him until he gives up and goes to bed. It’s his biggest weakness. If I don’t do that, he’d probably stay up until you’re home and then I’d have to stay even longer to clean up the mess.”
I awkwardly smile at him because he’s never asked about my treatment towards Yuji. It’s valid that he’s asking, however, he’s always trusted me and I’d never harm the kid. Also, I am totally intimidated. He’s so alluring with that soft dominance and composure that only experienced men have.
”I wouldn’t mind if you stay over longer.”, he murmurs, looking at me with that grown confidence and certainty. I blush at his words because this sounds very misleading.
”I practically am with how often I stay to clean up Yuji’s big messes.”, I attempt to dissolve the tension that is slowly creeping into me and between my legs the longer he stares at me. I don’t know if I’m imagining it, but it’s like he’s mustering my weaknesses.
”I mean longer than that.”, his voice is dangerously low like it always is whenever he’s tired or stressed or both. Agitation that needs to be melted away through action.
”Sorry? I- I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean”, a dry laugh to escape his observation. I look away to avoid his piercing gaze that’s setting a fire across my skin.
”If I keep you longer than we negotiated, do I get the ‘bad boy’ treatment? I am breaking rules afterall.” His questions take me off guard and my head turns with instant bafflement. He meets my gaze with unwavering assurance like he hasn’t said something silly.
”You want me to tickle you?”, I ask to confirm.
”Less tickling and more something else.”, he replies, stepping closer to me and I back up until my calves hit the couch and make me stumble down onto the couch.
”Such as?” The words hardly come out of my mouth because anticipation clogs my mind and throat.
”Depends. What does the babysitter think a bad boy needs to do?”
His hand resting on the neck rest behind me, he bends down with his face few inches away from mine. His eyes haven’t moved from their goal - me - and are analysing my weak points.
Bit by bit, I collect the evidence in front of me. Nanami, tired and agitated who wants to release stress, and me, who has been babysitting his son for a while and is the only woman he allows and sees in his house.
When realisation finally clears in my head, I can’t hide the happiness twinkling in my eyes. Seems like my prayers have finally been answered.
”Well…I’d make the naughty person amend their bad behaviour.”
“Seems fitting.”
Even if I imagined it plenty of times, nothing surpasses the reality of his kisses. They’re gentle and soft, exactly like his lips, but still have a quiet power in them. Not too domineering but still steering me into the sweet sea of glee. It’s simply divine tasting him, even if that taste is slightly diluted by the malt flavor of the whiskey. Not that I mind, it’s sexy that he tastes just as mature as that whiskey. Our tongues clash against each other as he protrudes his tongue to loosen the knot in my throat. As if I am drunk, my senses blur at each twirl our tongues make, creating our own beautiful intoxicant. Heat rushes through me, the more he leans forward to dive into my mouth.
Being brave, I reach for his head to touch the golden hair I’ve been dreaming of getting a hold of whether it’s in front of me or between my legs. And sensing the urgency in my impatient hands, he lowers himself, kissing my neck and taking a deep breath in like he’s sniffing cocaine and waiting to let the rush kick in.
He wanders down even further and places kisses as markers across his way down south. Measured and taking his time, he unbuttons my pants and drags it, along with my underwear, down my trembling legs that can’t contain their excitement. Then, he props them up on his shoulders
”You don’t have to.”, I say because it’s been a long day for me too and I don’t want to ruin this wonderful dream come true with my worked out pussy.
”I want to.”, he utters,” I need to.”
His warm breath tickles my swollen clit that has been filling itself up with lust ever since he walked in that door. If not for that, then my spilling wetness should be an indicator that I have the hots for this stunning man. Nanami only chuckles at my clean shaven pussy and already takes his ‘punishment’. Or rather, he’s devouring it. Eager and urgent, he cleans up the slickness and replaces it with his saliva, mixing his own cleanser to exchange my excitement with pleasure. Restricted moans exit my mouth as he flattens his tongue and applies just enough pressure to make sparks zip from my core to my head. It’s an endless entanglement of unbearable tingling and delicious chasing after sensations. Because that’s what he’s doing, pressure-washing sensations into this cunt. When his tongue is pointed and circling the valleys of my pussy I almost lose my mind and mouth, gripping his locks even harder to refrain from waking up Yuji.
I feel so dirty. Rule number one of babysitting: Don’t sleep with a parent. And I don’t even want to think about the ways we’re dirtying the couch Yuji and I always watch movies on. So I basically broke rule number two: Don’t break or permanently dirty property.
I dare myself to look down for a moment to catch a glimpse of the strong man on his knees to pleasure me. His eyes are closed and he’s frowning like he’s completely savouring the taste of my dripping hole. He even hums in satisfaction as if the taste is the nectar of the gods. The slight vibration of his voice makes me vibrate in turn. There’s a buzzing in my mind like two attracting magnets being pulled away from each other and it’s hard to not give in to the inevitable force of his skillful mouth.
Unravelling the knots of my restraint, I feel myself unravel as well. The buzzing and humming gets louder and louder until I can hear the blood sizzle in every bloodvessel.
Instantly, Nanami’s hand shoots up to my mouth, releasing my thighs from his firm grip and silencing me under stifled moans as I let out every accrued desire gathered in my clit. The sweet release showers my whole nerve system with rushing relaxation as I cum on his face. Even now, he isn’t finished and licks his plate clean, drinking up all the bliss dripping down my legs. It’s an understatement to say that my pussy is sopping with sexual delight.
Finally, Nanami looks up to see my overly satisfied and liberated face. He gives my pussy a peck, making me twitch at the sudden gesture because the climatic sensation has left it even more starved for him.
“Tell me. What do I need to do to be on your good side?”, he marks my inner thighs with tender affection, only fueling the lust in my gut.
”I don’t know.” My self respect and composure has left me, leaving my mind empty with blank bliss.
”You can do better than that. How do you want me to compensate you for your overtime?”, he gently bites into my flesh and the ache clears my mind just enough for me to respond in a drunken haze.
“Fuck me.” The desire and passion with which he’s looking at me should be criminal. A dad should never look at a babysitter like that. But god does it feel fucking awesome to be Nanami’s sole mission.
Wordlessly, he obliges and scoops me up in his arms to lead me to his bedroom. Unable to get enough of me, we immediately kiss and I can taste the salty remnants of my pinnacle on his wet lips. However, the earthiness of the whiskey persists and Nanami’s mouth overrides the functions of my brain once again.
He lightly throws me onto the bed, unbuttoning the shirt and stepping out the pants and I sit there admiring the sculpted mass in front of me. Not an inch of him is not perfected to its core, muscles bulging out his skin and firmness tracing the outlines of his physique. He definitely put overtime into his body, every curve and slant highlighted from the dimmed light make him look like an antique statue.
When he closes in on me, I can’t help but spread my legs in happy expectation. The bedding creases underneath his weight and the man soaked in flawlessness crawls closer to my anticipating and throbbing slick.
As he hovers above me, our kisses turn hungrier and messier, arms wrapped around each other like we’re hanging on a thin threat of humanity until lust converts us into animals.
His luscious cock has grazed my pussy a few times, only slightly touching the clit but still accelerating my heat for him. Nanami helps me get undressed and already uses his big hands to grope the hills on my chest like I’m his stress toy. When he pinches my nipples in circles and wraps them around his wet mouth, I can't get any wetter.
”Nanami, put it in. Please.” I whine with annoying liquids making my thighs sticky.
”Kento. Call me Kento when I have your body in my mouth.” That statement only makes my hole gasp in delighted surprise, amplifying the longing in my core by whatever much is necessary to drench the expensive sheets.
”Please put it in, Kento-“, before I can finish he has already stuck his dick into my awaiting cunt that’s licking its lip at his gorgeous cock.
I tried to hide my excitement when he got naked but the sight is still clearly imprinted on my mind and I can see it moving inside of me through the layers of my stomach. A perfect bulb perched on top a girthy length with veins that are tracing the way up to the treasure. All of that thick and long cock is now inside of me. And it feels fucking awesome.
It’s far better than any vivid dreams could’ve constructed - the realness and light resistance of his hardness pushing into my flesh is striking me with sweet emancipation. He goes slow, so slow that his visually imprinted dick is physically embossing itself into my halls that’s widening and stretching itself to fit his manhood.
Kento groans with strain at my juiced up pussy surrounding his dick. Whenever his hips leave mine, there’s a desperate sound coming out of my cunt like she’s moaning for more. Exactly how I am moaning.
I bury my head into his head to suppress the lewdness coming out of my mouth but he fills me up so nicely that it’s hard to not react. Kento on the other hand is reacting louder than the normal man - guttural grunts leaving the mouth suctioned to my neck.
His dick fits so perfectly into me that an internal itch is finally scratched, accumulating all the pleasure of my stiff body that’s tensing under the amount of bliss he is fucking into me.
”Faster.”, I softly whimper when I feel the scratch aching for more, webbing lust all over my body and senses.
”Is that what bad boys should do to you? I think you’re the bad girl here.”, he mutters close to my ear but ultimately obliges. His upper body perpendicular to my hips, he grabs my legs for halt, and thrusts with such a force and speed that my head is bumping against the bedframe. Not that I mind since it’s like a wake up call for me - to not fall into looniness because of his crazy dick.
squelch, squelch, squelch - my juices can’t spritz away even farther across his sheets as he rapidly humps his dick into me, the hilt barely seen as it is buried inside. Snug like a bug, warmth engulfes my head in a heated dance around sanity. His eyes are lit with damp desire that’s making the room foggy and my body soak in satisfaction.
”Kento - agh, fuckk, you’re so big. Hngh- don’t stop.”, I blurt out in drunken pleasure, mindlessness capturing me with the same velocity he’s driving his cock into my tight hole.
”I won’t, pretty. Hold onto me.”, his low voice barely echoes through my labyrinth of a mind, and I wrap my arms around his firm back as he helps me up on my knees. All that time his dick doesn’t seize fucking me, rubbing itself against my velvet halls.
Now I’m on top and on my knees but I don’t have to move at all because Kento is doing all the work. He adjusted himself so that he’s on his back, dick still inside of me, and my tits hovering over his face.
Aching for his thickness, I try to gain vigor by letting my hips fall down even harder down his dick but he stops me.
”I do the fucking. I am the bad boy who needs to pay for his misbehviour.”, he decides and rams his dick upwards and right to the ringing doorbell of my cervix that passion splurts out of me like a cannon. Lust scratches at the walls of my perversion and tries its way out, making my body numb with delirious pleasure. His big, beautiful cock penetrates even further in this position and I can’t do anything but capitulate.
I fall down his carved chest, he grabs my arms, and puts them behind my back, just so that he can collapsed-cowgirl me into sensual submission. As his bulging cock pumps in and out of me, I can see the pearly gates of paradise in my inner eye. Moans spill out of me like the lust between my legs, every unification of our cores meaning another jolt of pleasure that’s making me almost wail.
Skillfully shepherding me into sexual oblivion, he keeps on pushing his hips upwards so that my cervix kisses his swollen tip. Fast, quick, and steady. My arms crossed behind my back, he has me in a bear hug. Our erotic wrestling is accompanied by kissing, so so so much kissing.
If I’m not fighting to repress my moans, then I’m fighting to get air - the way he’s kissing me is sublime. Tender but still straight-forward, he scoops the pleasure straight out of my mouth. A hungry man who’s even hungrier for his woman. His tongue is coaxing me out of my shell and uncontrolled moans give way for an all-consuming pleasure.
”You’re so beautiful.”, he whispers to me while tears of joy blur my vision, confessing under a veil of desire.
His soft lips are such a stark contrast to the rushing dick inside me begging to run into me even harder. Even stoic Kento can’t fight the primal instinct to reproduce, even he is vulnerable and weak for the pleasures of the flesh.
But whenever our heavy-lidded eyes meet, there’s a spark. A connection that goes far beyond the physical entanglement of pure sex. He’s starved for touch and affection but he’s also starved for love. That turns me on even more with my slick getting more coated by the second.
There’re only a few fast-paced strokes left until my knees begin to crumble and my back begins to arch. Until there’s a buzzing in my thighs and lower back. Until my pussy wraps tighter around him for one last time before I swell to such a scale where even mighty Kento strains.
”I’m cumming. Make me cum. You need to make me cum or else.”, I whimper into his ear, the heat of our bodies almost sizzling in the air. The second my demand is uttered, Kento crams his dick deeper into me while maintaining the pace which leads me to the audacious highway of sex. At this point, I give up being nice and polite, there’s nothing but breaking rules and work affairs now.
To gain force, he grabs my ass, spanking and kneading it, which only tapers my forming orgasm.
”You have such a nice ass. God- I’ve been wanting to- ugh, to touch and slap that thing for many days now but I’ve always restrained myself. When you bend over, when you reach for something across the table, when you crawl on all fours to play with my son. Fuck- Are you proud? Are you proud I had to fight back to not spank that ass every time it’s dangling in front of me like a forbidden fruit?”
”Yes- hng, yes, I am proud. You did so well - ahh. You can smack this ass all you want. It’s all - ughh, yours.”, I struggle to even respond because his merciless dick keeps on tickling just the right spots.
”None of those women have such a good ass like yours. It truly is perfect. Next time you bend over, I can’t promise to be able to hold back. Not if I’ve already had you. This is the only thing I want to have. Your body. Any day, every day.”, he grumbles in that low tone that makes my pussy squelch with glee even more as the rumbling nears.
Choked gasps, and a hyperawareness of my sensuality contort my face and body as the climax crashes into me with a splitting force. Softly, he keeps on rocking his dick up and down, stretching the duration of this sinful pinnacle. Like every fiber of my being has awakened to the calls of spring, I blossom right over his thick cock, splattering my viscousness over him.
Kento growls with effort as he glides his dick along the ridges and pillars of my swollen canal. With the climax, I’m even tighter. And thus, he’s struggling to maintain course. Not if he wants to cum straight into me.
One last stroke and then he pulls out. The following emptiness inside of me is gruesome. But he looks even more defeated and angry, brows furrowed at the feeling of his naked cock that’s yearning for the warmth of my pussy.
”I am sorry, we have to be careful. Yuji is enough trouble.”, he sighs in disappointment. I know how bad that man needs to shoot his cum into a hole to be able to fully relax. I’ve already gathered as much. Suddenly, a stroke of genius.
”How about you relax and let the nanny do all the work?”, I whisper into his ear, satisfied with my orgasm and longing for a taste myself. Interested in my offer, his eyebrows perk up with curiosity, gazing at me with newfound intentions.
Bit by bit, I go down south, kissing every stretch of muscle on his delicious abdomen as I can before arriving at the torch ready to be put out. My juices have seasoned it to a salty lollipop and just like that candy I put it into my mouth. His nodule is soft and fits into my mouth the same way it fits into my pussy - barely, with no air left between the walls.
My hands rest on his hips for support and he gently takes them, pinning them down beside him. Only relying on my mouth, I bop up and down, swirling my tongue over his sensitive tip. Even down here, he tastes delicious. The scent of his skin mixed with the cleanliness and softness of his tip might be one of the best treats I’ve gotten in a while.
He’s trimmed and flawless, all parts of his body being orderly and neat. Something not so neat is my saliva slopping all over his phagus. With only my throat and tongue, it’s hard to rub it into his cock. Not that he minds, he’s satisfied with the mess I’m making onto his sheets and doesn’t let go of my hands.
My tongue tastes the formation of veins and then sucks out the stress of today until he is a groaning mess himself. Now and then, I suck in my cheeks even harder, creating a pull so hard that his whole body twitches with the sensation. His abdomen tenses and crafts a beautiful landscape, especially with his handsome face torn between pleasure and control.
“Don’t stop. I am about to cum. Fuuuck- this is too good. Have you been practicing for me? Have I been missing out on all this? Tell me.”, he encourages me, only fuelling the re-ignited heat and excitement in me. I can’t reply but I hum in denial, making the vibrations shake his senses.
Eager to make him whimper in pleasure like he made me, I twist and turn my mouth to coat even his balls in my spit. My jaw hurts with time passing but I know not to stop because he’s gripping the sheets, and in turn my hands, with such strength like he’s shattering glass. Then he shatters. He convulses into my mouth, body and dick barely keeping themselves at bay, and he juts his face into my face to fully fill me with his delightful semen. It comes gushing out like he’s been edging himself for a while - thick and viscous strands of desire dripping down my throat and lips. It’s so much, just as expected from a well-kept man like Kento. He is the dream of every girl. Not even his cum is flawed, barely a bitter or too salty taste. Contrary to that, it’s almost like slightly salted water and the smell of typical healthy semen. I might have a new favourite drink.
Eating up every drop of cum, I lick my plate - his cock - clean, going as far as to gather all of the cum fallen on his peeking pubes and my lips to take one last sip.
I smack my lips and he stares at me in disbelief.
”You drinking up all my cum?”, he chuckles at the sight.
”Of course, I did. A nanny always cleans up.”, I wink at him and peck his abs.
I crawl up to his gleeful face and kiss him, which he gladly accepts. Our tongues wrap around each other and he doesn’t even mind the lingering taste. He’s more focused on my tits clinging to him, his hands gently squeezing them.
”This was exactly what I needed. I hope you’re as satisfied as I am.”, he happily sighs.
”Of course, hahaha. Your bad boy status is revoked.”, I joke to lift the intense coitus.
He looks at me with quiet adoration, glints of appreciation in the hazel bark. Suddenly shying away from the direct attention, I look away and muster up the courage to ask the impending question of doom.
”So…how will this affect my position as Yuji’s nanny?”
Eyes widening with surprise, he gawks at me like I ask something obvious.
”You’re still employed, if that’s what you’re asking. Permanently. Yuji needs you, for god’s sake, I need you. I can’t let you go after you’ve shown me-“, he kisses the back of my hand,”how good you are at taking care of us.”
Overjoyed at his declaration, I downright jump into his arms, and he softly laughs while throwing a blanket over our naked bodies.
”Ready for round 2?” My ears peak up.
”That stressed from your dates?”, I ridicule him.
”Stressed from everything that has nothing to do with you and Yuji.”
”Such a good and reliable father.” I can already feel a stiffness poke against my stomach.
”Mhm.”, he muses,”I am not a bad, disobedient boy like Yuji.”
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