18+, nsfw
(contains eating of both of your holes if you’re not into that)
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nanami knows you really need to go to this dinner party. i mean, it’s to celebrate your best friend’s engagement. you absolutely have to go! and you absolutely should be there on time! it’s very important! but all of that goes out of the window when he sees you in the dress you’re wearing. it hugs your body in the perfect way, and even though it ends a little before your knees, the black patterned stockings that you wear seem to make him just as hot and bothered as when your wear mini skirts that show your panties if you bend over too much. the color of the dress makes you glow, the heels are so fucking sexy, and god, the way you smell. it has nanami tugging at his tie while you’re putting on your jewelry.
you’re none the wiser to the wound up wolf that your husband is becoming, trying to hurry up and put on your last finishing touches so that you can get there on time.
“honey, go turn the car on! i’ll be out there, i’m almost ready. hurry up so we’re not late!”
you’re trying to find your favorite silver bracelet, rummaging around your drawers when you find it and look up and almost jump. your husband, that you were sure was going outside to the car, is staring at you through the mirror.
“what’s wrong? you can’t find your key? just use mine until-”
“i’m really sorry honey, but we’re going to be late.”
“what are you talking about? we still have-”
he’s across the room in three strides, right in front of you before you can process it. when you open your mouth to question him, it gives him the perfect opportunity to devour your mouth whole, pulling you into a mindbreaking kiss. you can’t pull away, you can’t think enough to. when you’re almost out of breath, he finally pulls away, a string of spit connecting you both for a moment more.
“forgive me, won’t you darling?”
your mind is still reeling too much for you to say anything, just giving him a questioning and confused face. he walks around to stand behind you, and instantly falls to his knees.
“i know she’ll be mad at first, but she’ll forgive us soon enough too,” he says through kisses he presses on your ass through your dress, as his hands reach under your dress and pull down your stockings and panties together.
“ken wait! i…don’t want to be late!”
you would try to pull away, but once he pulls your dress to sit right above your ass and holds your hips in his tight grip you can’t.
“i love you, but i can’t wait. you look and smell way too delicious for me to do that. just hold on tight for me, sweetheart.”
he takes the cheeks of your ass in his hands, squishing them for a moment before he spreads them wide apart. you feel your body flush and heat up as he has your holes on display for him. he spreads them even wider, making your whine as he makes you show him your insides.
he leans down so he can fit his head under and takes a long, wet lick from your clit all the way over your asshole. you gasp and hold on tight to the dresser in front of you. he watches your holes clench in response, your pussy letting out more wetness.
you should really feel bad. your friend is waiting on you, and you’re leaking slick on your husband’s tongue.
nanami gives a light chuckle and repeats the motion, putting more pressure with his tongue over your holes. this time he immediately shoves his face in your pussy, slurping up your juices and licking over your syrupy folds. with one of his hands, he presses into the small of your back to make you bend over more. you bend until your face is pressed into the mirror, sending all the moans and whimpers you’re letting out into your reflection. your spread out even more for him now, allowing him to swipe at your clit here and there.
when you wish that he focused more on the place you really want him to be, you feel his tongue move farther and farther up, or back for you. you really start whining when he licks over your asshole, over and over with more force everytime. it’s not where you wanted him, but it’s making your slick drip down your thighs nonetheless. he twirls his tongue around your hole before he flicks it up and down over it again. the wet noises that it makes are loud as he splashes the juices from your pussy and his own saliva. when he starts to push his tongue in, you cry out.
“f-fuck ken, that feels…shit!”
he starts fucking his tongue in and out of your ass, using his tight grip on your hips to help it. it feels insanely good, but your soaked pussy is being unfairly ignored. you try to move your hips, making his face trails back down to where you need him, but he’s not budging.
“kennn,” you whine out.
“hmm?,” he hums against your ass, going back to licking and sucking at your hole.
“n-need you…please”
he takes a quick break to answer you, “where?”
you could scream at how unfair he’s being. he knows exactly where! you don’t say anything back though, but you look back at him as you take his hair in your fist and move his face where you want it. you could feel his smile in your pussy and hear the quick laugh he lets out. as soon as he’s placed on your clit, he gives a mean suck as his tongue flicks over it. you actually do scream this time, gripping his hair tighter. he lets go and trails down to drink up all the juices that he’s missed so far.
he goes back and forth, slurping and licking and sucking over your clit and your pussy. you don’t let go of his hair, using the grip to allow you to move against his face. he starts to go back and forth between the two places in a rhythm and you begin to properly ride his face. you lean your head down into the mirror until your forehead is touching it. it cools you down for a second before your hot pants start fogging your mirror up and warming you up all over again.
when he decides to be the good husband that he is and focuses solely on your clit, you’re grateful for his hold on you since you would probably fall to the floor with your shaking legs.
“yesss, right there ken! stay right there please!”
he’s being nice now. he keeps sucking and licking over your clit with the perfect pressure. he’s using his whole mouth and your orgasm creeps up on you so fast it makes you lightheaded. your moans are so loud and high pitched it’s a wonder the mirror doesn’t break. when he swirls his tongue around over and over your clit in just the right way, you’re screaming and panting and cumming all over his face. and because he’s nice, right now, he doesn’t overstimulate you to tears and actually decides to lighten the pressure a bit to work your through your orgasm.
you give your last few humps against face before you lean forward and rest your whole body on the dresser, your entire torso and up pressed against the mirror. when your breathing is back to normal, he quietly pulls your stockings and panties back up and pulls your dress back back nicely over them. he stands up and fixes his tie back into place. you’re pulled back to earth when you feel and hear him whisper in your ear.
“are you ready? we’re a little late but that should be fine.”
you take a deep breath and lean on your arms to hold yourself up on the dresser to look into the mirror.
“well, now i have to fix my makeup and hair a little. give me 5 minutes.”
“ok dear, i’ll get the car started.”
he gives you a sweet and way too innocent kiss on your cheek before he leaves. though on the way out, you hear him say something else.
“make sure not to take too long darling. we might have to leave a little early to finish up here.”
you stare at the mirror for a silent moment. your husband could be a real horndog.