giving nanami head under his desk during a work video call meeting until he finally snaps and teaches you lesson you practically begged for . .
ovulation really does something to you.
you just can’t help it. not when nanami looks like that while he works.
he’s literally just sitting there in his crisp button-up that he wears to work, the sleeves rolled to his thick veiny forearms, broad shoulders stretching the fabric tight across his back, and your pussy starts throbbing like it’s trying to climb out of your body.
the way the fabric hugs his broad chest and shoulders, straining just enough to remind you how fucking beefy he is underneath… and the way he looks so composed, so unfairly hot, his jaw set while he listens to whatever boring spreadsheet nonsense is droning through his laptop speakers. you’re already dripping wet and he hasn’t even touched you yet.
you can’t help it anymore so you crawl under the desk.
he doesn’t even flinch when you nudge his knees apart, doesn’t even look down. as if he already knows that you’re gonna pull something like this. he just keeps nodding at the screen like the perfect professional he is. you yank his zipper down with your teeth, fish his fat cock out, already half-hard and so heavy in your hand it makes your mouth water instantly. the thick vein running along the underside pulses when you give it a long, slow lick from balls to tip.
“yeah… projections are tracking seven percent above forecast,” he says to the camera, voice completely even.
you open your mouth wide and swallow him down in one greedy bob of your head, letting him fill your throat until your nose brushes the neat trim of blond hair at his base.
he twitches hard inside your mouth. you feel it. you also hear the tiniest hitch in his breath before he smooths it over.
someone on the call asks him something and he answers in that low, measured baritone, explaining numbers you couldn’t care less about while you’re moaning around his cock like a needy little slut. the vibration making his thigh flex under your palm.
“keep. quiet,” he mouths down at you, barely moving his lips.
you pull off with a wet pop just to be a brat.
“mmh… but you taste so good, ken,” you whisper, voice all needy. you slap the swollen head against your tongue a few times— loud wet smacks that you know the mic might pick up if he’s not careful.
you rub the leaky tip over your cheek, smearing pre and your own spit across your face like war paint. “look how big you are… i can’t help it.”
his jaw clenches. hard. and that’s how you know you’re getting under his skin.
“everything alright, nanami-san?” someone asks from the screen.
he clears his throat once. “fine. just… had to mute for a second.”
you almost cackle right there with his cock resting hot and slick on your bottom lip.
the second the call ends he slams the laptop shut so hard the desk rattles.
“ you think it’s cute?” his voice is dangerously quiet.
before you can answer he fists your hair and shoves your head down until your nose mashes against his pubic bone and his cock breaches your throat completely, making your eyes water instantly. he holds you there, pulsing, stretching your throat around him until you’re gagging and drooling rivers down his balls. then he yanks you off. you cough, spit hanging in thick strings from your lips to his tip.
“hurts...” you slurred, looking up at him with your teary eyes.
“shut the fuck up and keep that mouth open.”
he doesn’t give you time to speak and feeds his cock right back in and starts fucking your face like it’s a pussy he’s trying to ruin. the wet gluck gluck gluck sounds filling the room along with his heavy breathing. “you know how risky that was? fucking slut. you wanted them to hear how much of a whore you are, is that it?”
he suddenly stands up, towering over you, snapping his hips forward while he uses your mouth like a toy. when he finally pulls out your face is a total wreck. spit and precum smeared all over your skin.
he slaps his heavy cock across your face again and again, fat and glistening, leaving wet streaks everywhere. “messy little thing,” he mutters, almost to himself. “can’t even live without my cock for a minute, huh?”
then he’s hauling you up by the arm, bending you over the arm of the couch so fast your knees buckle. his old tee that you were wearing now on the floor, panties ripped to the side to expose your soaking pussy that’s been aching to get fucked.
he doesn’t prep you gently, just plunges three thick fingers inside your wet cunt and curls them meanly and starts fingering you roughly your legs quiver.
you scream into the cushion. he slaps your ass hard enough to leave a handprint, then again and again until you’re shaking and dripping down his wrist.
you squirt all over his hand before you can even warn him, gushing messily while your legs tremble. and he doesn’t stop. just pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock in one brutal thrust, your poor pussy stretching to its limits around him, making your eyes roll back. he’s so fucking big it feels like he’s splitting you in half every time, battering your cervix with every punishing stroke as he starts to fuck into you.
you can barely breathe. you feel so full. so fucked-out already. sobs rip out of your throat while he mounts you properly, chest pressed to your back, one hand fisted in your hair so he can yank your head back to see your blissed-out face.
“take it,” he growls against your ear. “you wanted my attention. now you have it.”
“i’m sorry— i’m sorry—!” you’re babbling already, voice cracking.
he pins your wrist behind your back with one massive hand and fucks you harder. you reach back weakly, trying to push his thigh due to the overstimulation, but he just gathers your other wrist too and holds them tight and pounds you harder, drilling his cock deeper into your already aching walls.
“you don’t get to tap out. not after that stunt.” he snaps. “you don’t get to run from this cock. you hear me?”
you didn’t answer. your brain too mushy to form coherent words other than to moan and scream his name.
he yanks your head back farther by the hair until you’re forced to look up at him. then wrap both of his hands around your throat— not choking, but just to hol keeping your glassy eyes locked on his while he destroys your cunt from behind. your whole body jolting with every harsh thrust he gives you. “i said did you hear me.”
“y-yes... yes— mnnnhh... ’m sorry, mmnghhh!”
you’re sobbing apologies over and over, drool slipping from the corner of your slack mouth, your eyes crossing like a dumb cock-hungry slut from how good hard he’s fucking you.
he rips out another orgasm through you without warning. you squirt again, harder this time, soaking his cock, his thighs, the couch. everything. he pulls out for half a second just long enough for you to twitch and almost collapse forward then grabs your hips and drags you back.
“where the fuck do you think you’re going? you’re not done.”
he presses you flat to the cushion and slams back in, pounding so deep and so rough you go completely dumb. nothing but high-pitched whimpers and wet slaps and the creak of the couch. you’re creaming so much his cock is frosted white, thick creamy rings of it clinging to his shaft every time he pulls out.
you’re way too loud— embarrassingly so. screaming his name like you’re being murdered (getting murdered on that dick, yes.) then he shoves two thick fingers into your mouth to shut you up. you suck on them desperately, drooling around them while he keeps railing you stupid.
he finally stills, hips flush to your ass, and pumps you full. heavy spurts of cum flood your womb until it’s leaking out around his cock, dripping down your thighs in messy white rivulets. “fuck...”
he doesn’t pull out right away— just grinds deep, circling his hips, making sure every drop stays inside while you shake and hiccup beneath him.
but he’s still hard. nanami doesn’t leave you alone when he’s still hard as a rock even after cumming. and after that stunt you pulled earlier? there’s no way he’s letting your pussy breathe for the rest of the night.
he finally pulls out with a wet squelch, your mixed cum gishing out of you instantly. before you can even catch your breath he flips you onto your back on the floor, spreads your trembling thighs wide, and notches himself at your creamy hole again.
“kento— wait— i can’t— i just came— h-haaahh!”
“you can” he says flatly. “this what you wanted it, isn’t it?” then he sinks back in, slow this time, letting you feel every thick inch stretching your sore walls. “you act like a slut, you get fucked like one.”
“mmnghh f-fuuuck... oh my god... kennn—!”
your head thumps back against the rug. he leans down, caging your head with his beefy biceps, and starts fucking you into the floor with deep, punishing rolls of his hips that make your toes curl and your eyes cross.
you’re a drooling, babbling mess underneath him, just laying there and taking it while clawing at his shoulders, crying his name while he fills you again and again until there’s nothing left in your head but him.
and the messy little puddle you’re both making on the carpet that you’re gonna have to clean up later.
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