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the forbidden fruit | zeke yeager
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summary: zeke was like a second father to you and you were his favorite little girl. maybe, it wasn’t normal to like your dad’s best friend that much, but who cares if it’s normal when it feels this good.
pairing: dad’s best friend!zeke x college fem!reader
genre: smut, pwp
word count: 5.4k
warnings: age gap, vaginal penetration, lowkey pseudo-cest bc you call zeke ‘uncle’, daddy kink, oral fem!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, mini degradation, praise kink, a few spanks, choking, zeke spits in your mouth, usage of ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘slutty’, bunny as a pet name, kinda exhibitionism?, manipulation, corruption kink, dub-con vibes but you actually want it, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up kids), creampie, size kink
authors note: this is for @weepinglevi​‘s adult movie tropes collab, thank you sm for letting me join!! def check out the other amazing fics in this collab<3 this is a lot darker than my other stuff so far, but i had so much fun writing it, so enjoy my first piece for aot!! here’s a link to my masterlist
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uncle zeke, or uncle zuzu as you liked to call him when you were still a child, has always been your favorite person since you were little. technically, you weren’t blood-related, but you might as well have been with how integrated into your family he was.
him and your father were best friends since middle school and you did call him ‘daddy’ a lot back then as a three-year-old, when you couldn’t grasp the concept of him not also being your dad. he was there for your birth, your childhood, your embarrassing teens and now even for your 20th birthday.
you don’t exactly know when the thing happened though.
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@laurenshield asked: Hitch Dreyse or Nanaba
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erwinsnymph · 3 years ago
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Attack on titan + text posts
Part 9
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erwinsnymph · 3 years ago
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AOT Boys And Where They Take You For A First Date
Characters: Eren Yeager, Jean Kirstein, Armin Artlet, Connie Springer, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover
For @zimjujitsugirl :)
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Eren Yeager
A horse ride. Eren is not the type to sit still and talk for ages with you. He's shy and quiet around you so what better way to avoid making it even more obvious than a horse ride. "Race you to that tree!". Probably the only words you'll hear for the entire date. Fast paced, wind flowing through your hair and occasional shouts of glee to each other over the sounds of hooves hitting the path, stolen glances and red cheeks. When the horses tire, you'd stop and watch the sunset, just content with each others company - no lengthy chats needed.
Jean Kirstein
Definitely a picnic. A completely hopeless romantic. If you think dates with Jean would be half hearted then you're out of luck. He's pulling out all the stops. Flowers, gifts, compliments, you name it and it's crossed his mind already. He's been planning this the minute you said yes. Snacks taken from the kitchens via Sasha, fancy dessert which drained his pockets but he had to, for you, flowers freshly picked, all dressed up to impress you. He brags the whole time about how much better he is then Eren, constantly checking to see if it's working on you. Flirts like mad but flirt back and it's like he's a different man all red faced and stuttering.
Armin Artlet
Library date. Cute nerd alert. He takes you to the one place he knows best - the library. If he could he'd live in there. You'd both pick books out for each other based on first impressions. He'd passionately tell you all about the ocean and how it's salty. Eyes locked with huge grins on both of your faces. His arms waving everywhere as he tells you about his dream. Eagerly listens and nods along as you share yours with him too. He'd leave a little paper in one of your books asking for a second date.
Connie Springer
Planning pranks together. Connie had no idea on what to do or where to take you until Jean walked past the two of you and made some teasing remarks. "How about we go show him who's boss? ". So your date involves whispering and giggling about how best to get him. The more you two talk the crazier the prank gets and the more insane. “So where will we be finding all these things?” And then you’re left with something crazier than Hange’s schemes. In the end you both end up just running past Jean and throwing water at him followed by lots of yelling by Jean and crazy laughs by you and Connie.
Erwin Smith
Dinner date. An old classic. He wants to get to know you without any distractions so he sets up a table in his office away from prying eyes. He’d make sure no one would interrupt your date so you’re in good hands. Definitely can not cook so the meal was made by someone else but it’s okay you know he’s a busy man. Eye contact all the time. He doesn’t mean to be intense but he’s just interested in everything you have to say. He listens patiently and adds in his own thoughts. Asks if you want to dance with him after the meal is over. Slow dancing to classical music until he hears a small commotion outside. Likely to be Hange.
Levi Ackerman
Feeding stray cats. Now Levi Ackerman is not a man who possesses many romantic qualities so anything remotely hinting at romance is off the list for date ideas. Instead he’ll just take you along to live out his day off with him. Ever since his life in the Underground, he discovered cats love him. They seemed to be everywhere he was. Even now, as a captain, he takes the time to feed and pet them. Bread, carrots, the rare time he has meat, anything he has on hand. He won’t talk as you sit there and play with the kitties but that doesn’t mean he’s not listening. Just like Eren, he’s not good with the talking aspect so the more you talk the better. Lots of side glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking. I checked and cats are able to eat these things so no you are not killing kitties.
Reiner Braun
Shopping in the market. 100% will spoil you. You so much as look at it he’s buying it for you. Will attempt to feed you anything that looks great. “Try this! It’s amazing”. You’ll eat until you feel like you’re going to explode. Will definitely be buying something matching to wear with you. Lots and lots of flirting. Will keep his hand on you at all time whether it’s on the small of your back to guide you through the crowd or arm around your waist just to show you off as his. If he catches anyone staring at you won’t hesitate to drag you away.
Bertholdt Hoover
Walking and talking. Bertholdt is a shy simple man. He wants to get to know you first before rushing into anything. Very respectful maybe a bit too cautious seeing as he walks with a huge gap between the two of you. When you move closer his ears turn bright red and he plays with his fingers a lot to distract himself from how close you’re getting. Will pick any pretty flower he sees whilst you’re walking for you. Your hand brushing against his makes him yelp like a little puppy. Stops apologising when he hears you laughing and joins in. Overall a sweet quiet date. Though I predict Reiner and others may be around checking on how Bertholdt managed to get a date when he seems to lose his words everything you spoke to him.
- Kiki.
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erwinsnymph · 3 years ago
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pairing: levi x reader
cw: mentions of period and cramps, levi being a caring boyfriend, mentions of lady products, fluff
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- period pain -
you groaned loudly, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as you clutched your stomach. you curled up into a fetus position even more on the bed and closed your eyes tightly.
everything hurts - you legs were sore to the point where they felt like falling off, your cramps from getting your period felt like you were on your deathbed and you head was pounding as if someone was hammering your brain.
you whimpered in pain, rolling around in bed when someone opened the door to the connected office of the bedroom you were in. “brat? you’re late for training“
the door to the connected bedroom opened as levi stood in between the door frame. you took a peek at him from the position you were in before tucking your head back into your body.
”i’m not training today, everything hurts“ you said in a hushed voice, trying not to cry from the amount of pain your period had caused you.
“tch. did you get sick or something?” levi grumbed, crossing the room to get to you as he brought his hand up to your forehead to feel for your temperature. “you feel fine to me“
you groaned, turning around to face the wall so your back was facing him instead.
“just go away, i don’t want to talk right now“ you said, levi sighed and you felt the edge of the bed dip from behind you. he gently put his hand on your arm, rubbing it up and down in a soothing motion as he peeked over to look at your face.
”what‘s wrong? you can tell me, i want to help you but i can’t do that if you don‘t tell me what’s wrong“ levi said, the tone of his voice changing from his usual commanding captain voice to the softer tone he only uses on you.
”i’m on my period, levi, now leave me alone“ you said, closing your eyes and hoped that it will lessen your pain. levi hummed in reply before standing up from the bed. he left the room a few seconds later and left you alone — even though you told him to leave, a part of you wished he didn’t take it seriously that he actually left you alone.
you sighed to yourself, attempting to go to sleep and forget about the pain for at least a few minutes. however, the door opening made your eyes open back up. the bed dipped behind you again as you heard a few things being put on the nightstand.
”shitty glasses said medicine should help soothe the pain” levi softly said, as you turned around to face him. he held up a bottle of medicine as you sat up, pulling your knees up to your chest. he poured some onto a spoon before giving it to you, you quickly drank the medicine, face contorting at the disgusting aftertaste it left on your tongue.
levi was quick to hand you a glass of water as you downed the contents of the cup to get rid of the icky taste on your tongue before laying back down.
”she also told me to get you chocolates but i wasn’t sure if you wanted to eat something right now since y-you know“ levi added, showing you the few bars of chocolate on the nightstand as you nodded.
“i-i’m gonna give you some space, tell me if you need anything“ levi said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly and started to stand up from his seat.
“wait, no“ you said, reaching over and grabbing his wrist as he looked back down at you.
“can you- can you stay and cuddle?” you asked shyly as levi‘s eyes softened even more and nodded. you scooted a bit as he got underneath the covers with you.
levi wrapped his arm around you, his hand resting on your stomach as you put yours on top of his. the warmth of his hand soothing the war happening inside of you. you sighed contentedly and curled up in his arms even more.
“keep your hand there, it actually helps with the pain” you admitted, closing your eyes to get the rest you’ve been longing the entire morning.
levi kissed your exposed nape in reply, his thumb gently carressing the skin of your stomach. you smiled and slipped into the darkness you called sleep.
you woke up a few hours later to the door opening once again as levi walked in holding a bag full of things and he was changed from his uniform into more comfier clothes. levi took a seat on the edge of the bed again and started pulling out things from the bag to show you what he got.
“figured you’re gonna need whatever these are, hange told me to get them” levi said, pulling out some pads and tampons from the bag.
“i also got you a heating pad to help with the cramps”
“more medicine, i know it doesn’t taste that good but it’ll help with the pain”
“even more medicine for headaches just in case you need some”
“chocolates”
“and a few snacks”
levi set the bag down on the nightstand after showing you everything he got. your eyes watered from how sweet and caring he was being.
you sat up on the bed and looked at him, tears brimming your eyes. levi’s eyes widened just a fraction from the misty look in your eyes.
“what’s wrong? why are you crying. fuck- did i do something wrong?” levi rambled, you shook your head as you wiped away the tears that fell down your cheeks.
“no, i’m okay. it’s just that, you’re being so sweet right now, levi” you said as levi rolled his eyes, a small smile playing on the corner of his lips.
“tch. i just care about you brat” levi grumbled as you crashed yourself in his arms. he was a bit taken back with the sudden contact but wrapped his arms around you after composing himself.
“i love you” you said, sniffling as levi kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer to him. “i love you too, brat”
“come lay with me again, i want to get more sleep” you said, your mood switching within seconds. levi clicked his tongue, you could sleep well on your own but noticing how needy you were with attention, he just gave in.
“tch. i can’t believe i have to deal with your clingy ass every month” levi grumbled, laying down next to you and returning to the position the both of you were in earlier that day.
“oh come on, you love it when i’m clingy” you retorted as levi sighed in defeat and kissed the top of your head.
“unfortunately, that’s true”
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erwinsnymph · 3 years ago
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NSFW LEVI HEADCANONS
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warnings: do not interact if you are a minor, this contains heavy smut. Contains links to p*rn*graph*c content.
tw: breeding kink, slight dacryphylia, choking kink, slapping
author notes: first smut on here, i know yall are down bad so i thought I'd maybe help with that a bit. This is so short ill try to make longer ones in the future. Hope you guys enjoy, asks are always open♡
•I don't think Levi cared that much about sex before he met you, that's why i picture him as a virgin that gets a hang of everything really easy
•He would be so soft at first, always careful enough to not hurt you intentionally and you really love it, you have no complaints about his softer side. However...
•Shit gets wild real quick. Thats where the real fun begins when you thought it couldn't get better.
•Biting, Slapping, Choking, you name it. Once he gets the green light it's game over for you.
•He doesn't seem like the person to necessarily love children or want them but he sure does love cumming inside you. Hence a "breeding" kink which is more pleasure directed and in the heat of the moment
•"You like taking my cum so deep, cadet? Want your captain to fuck his babies into you? To be round and fucked up with his children?
•The way he tears your walls apart is so magnificent, you just want him to stay inside you forever.
•Just imagine him going really slow and suddenly starting to give it to you really hard and you can't help yourself but lay there and take it.
•Kisses you and whispers praises as you cum
•He would sure as hell tease a lot, to the point where you might be even crying before he finally eases his way inside and fucks you into oblivion. He just loves how desperate you are for him to fuck you, to the point where you even beg and cry.
•Will fuck you anywhere as long as it is a clean surface, he really doesn't want you to get an infection and it's overall disgusting to fuck in dirty places.
•He wants to be praised and be told that he is good so much, he craves it, especially when he is topping you. It really boosts his confidence.
•Absolutely demolishes your pussy and leaves you shaking and a mess
•Will finger you and mock you, 100%
How he would fuck you:
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07/03 - HAPPY BIRTHDAY NANAMI KENTO
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erwinsnymph · 3 years ago
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thinkin about how Nanami's abs are like a stone wall when Haruta kicks him...
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Angel of Shibuya
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👊🏻 𝙔𝙐𝙅𝙄 + 𝙉𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙉 👔
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JJK BOYS + ATTRACTIVE THINGS THEY DO
[includes] gojo satoru // geto suguru // nanami kento [warning] teasing [notes] geto come to life challenge
PART 1 | PART 2
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— GOJO SATORU
blatantly flirts with you; gojo flirts with you to the point where even the world's most oblivious person can feel the tension. flusters you by wiping ice cream off your lips with his finger and licks it off. puts his hand in the back-pocket of your jeans. twirls strands of your hair while looking at you with the most sweetest and boyish smile. he has no intention to hide his affection for you.
invites you to sit on his lap; even if there's space or not, gojo finds every way to somehow get you seated on his thigh. if you try walking past him he'll tug your wrist until you land on top of him, laughing a bit while pressing kisses on your face.
when he's needy he softly bite your earlobe; when he's feeling clingy and you refuse to give him attention, he’ll gently bite your earlobe or even lick it, making you squirm. eventually you'll give him what he wants because his hot breath on your neck and the way he starts to hum a little tune is too much to ignore.
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— GETO SUGURU
the top three buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned; randomly pops his shirts buttons out and sighs in relief at the cool air hitting his chest. after a long day in a stiff suit, that's the first thing he does when he comes home. he knows about the effect it has on you so he loses his tie as well just for the fun of it.
holds the hair tie between his teeth while collecting his hair; before he goes out, his signature bun is always twisted to perfection. to be a little extra in front of you, he'll flip his head upside-down, run his fingers through his hair, maybe flash a grin before gathering his hair.
asks you to taste his cooking; this isn't really attractive at first but picture this: geto leaning over the counter with a spoon in his hand, a smudge of something on his cheek along with his usual bun all messy and half undone. blowing on the hot spoon before you take a bite, he wipes his sweat with the back of his hand as he waits, his smile reaching his eyes as you compliment his food, giving you a sweet peck then returning to the stove.
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— NANAMI KENTO
drives with one hand; he makes it look so effortless and sexy. usually his other hand would be in yours or on the flesh of your thigh. one hand on the steering wheel and one elbow on the open window if he's alone. car drives with nanami are peaceful and serene, a subtle scent of an air freshener wafting around.
rolls his buttoned-up shirts sleeves to his elbow; nanami isn't one for teasing, but whenever he catches your eye he likes to take his time rolling up his sleeves. fancy dates where he offers to cook for you, forearm exposed and flexed while he works on the cutting board. its unfair how good he looks doing the most mundane things.
deep voice in the morning; you don’t think you will ever get over nanami’s raw voice in the morning. paired with ruffled bed hair and puffy eyes? you're a goner. sleepily presses a kiss on your cheek and mumbles “good morning” before hopping into the bathroom, the remains of his husky voice lost in the shower.
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DEVIL’S ADVOCATE.
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Synopsis. Being one of the most esteemed lawyers in the city, Nanami Kento’s fully aware that taking risks is one of the few requirements that comes with the job — that includes being the divorce attorney of his former client’s wife.
WC. 14k
Genre. NSFW (MDNI), alternative universe.
Warnings. Mentions of alcohol, smoking, reader is Naoya’s wife, dom/sub elements, reader is kinda bratty, slut-shaming, mentions of sex work, description of violence, temperature play, oral (female and male receiving), blindfold, bondage, orgasm denial, brat taming, missionary, doggy, aftercare.
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“The court considers the house an asset, much like any other marital property. If you fight for the house, there is a great possibility you might not be entitled to other assets that may benefit you more after the divorce is finalised.” The blond man seated across you explains gruffly. His white button-up hugs his toned chest and arms tightly, sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a navy tie adorning his neck. You try your hardest to pay attention, you really do, but you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the large hands clasped in front of him on top of the desk, momentarily studying the TAG Heuer Carrera decorating his wrist. You had a good eye for men’s watches after all; given you pursued a hobby as a collector and it’s what your husband loved to receive on birthdays and anniversary dinners.
Being one of the most esteemed lawyers in the country, Nanami Kento is a man that is hard to say no to — his questions sharp, head cool and arguments irrefutable. Quite bluntly, he is deemed the best amongst his peers and one of the youngest attorneys to build his own firm from scratch. So when he receives a call from his former client’s wife, he takes up the case within a blink of an eye.
He is also a punctilious man amongst the sea of traits that describes him, and no doubt does he notice you constantly distracted throughout the whole appointment. But he pays no mind to his client’s inattentiveness, and rather chooses to continue, “Your credit history may have taken some damage because of the divorce, so you might not want to make it worse by potentially missing mortgage payments.”
That seemed to make you snap out of your thoughts, the gleaming watch on his wrist being the least of your concerns because your eyes widen once they met his seemingly disinterested ones. “He’s taking the house?” You question surprisingly, your manicured nails clutching the black Chanel purse in your lap at the news.
Your change in demeanour contrasts your stoic and reserved lawyer, because his face remains neutral when he clears his throat to speak, “His lawyer will argue that because it’s a family inheritance it should be considered a non-marital asset. But since it was acquired during the course of the marriage, we still have a chance.”
Your mind becomes hazy at his words, pursing your painted lips as you gulped. When you stepped into this man’s office, you assumed you would be leaving with nothing but fulfilled promises and bright news, but it seemed to be the complete opposite as the clock ticks with every minute. “And the money?” You ask quietly, almost in fear from his answer, your eyes remain fixed on your lap as you fiddled with the diamond bracelet on your wrist, the one you’ve received as a gift not only a year ago — the once sweet memory diminishing into something as bitter as a python’s venom.
You hear him shuffle with the sheets in front of him, reading through the files before he questions, “You both held a joint account?” you look up to see his eyebrows pinched in together, before nodding reluctantly. “The court may consider it as joint property and should be available to divide between you and your ex. It’ll most likely be a fifty-fifty split.” You don’t notice how tired his eyes are when he speaks, the dark bags underneath only signified constant espresso shots and long hours of sleepless nights most likely spent in his office, rummaging through dozens of case files until sun rise.
“So..” You trail off, fidgeting in the leather seat as it squeaks underneath you, “You think I should give up the house?” You ask insecurely, your voice fighting hard not to waver in front of the tired man. Nanami refutes your question almost immediately, shutting the folders in front of him as he speaks, “It’s too soon to decide. We still have six weeks to discuss the money and assets before we finalise the divorce.”
You shake your head at his statement, your nails tapping against the arm rest of the chair irritatingly, “There’s nothing to discuss. It’s ridiculous how I have to fight for something that he registered under my name.” You explain flatly.
“Mrs. Zenin–“
“Miss [Last name],” You correct impatiently, before folding your arms over your chest and huffing as you look away, “I didn’t take that bastard’s last name.”
Nanami arches an eyebrow at your attitude, he didn’t question it when you walked into his office an hour ago — your head held high almost arrogantly, dressed in full designer and your sleek heels clacking against the ceramic floor. He knew you were young, almost too young to be married and in his office to discuss a divorce. What he didn’t expect, however, were the spoilt traits that came along with you, ones that he is very intolerant of.
He’s seen on you plastered on the newspapers and tabloids countless times before. Surely you were only known as the wife, but being the spouse of the newly appointed CEO of Zenin Enterprises had your face recognisable from miles away. Nanami had represented your husband at some point in the past, and the charges of security fraud and money laundering were dropped quickly thanks to his years of expertise within the field. Your husband was by no means a man of morals, but you always chose to overlook his illegitimate business for the sake of your marriage (surely, you loved him, but you loved the comfortable life he provided you with more).
“You have come here because I am the best at what I do. I cannot promise you that after the divorce settlement you���ll leave with everything you asked for, but I guarantee you won’t be walking out empty handed.” His voice is low and monotone when he attempts to reassure you, but given your hard-headed persona, you weren’t willing to give up just yet. You grit your teeth in annoyance, your heels beginning to tap against the floor, “He cheated on me with his secretary. Isn’t that enough of a reason for him to lose entitlement of the house?” you try to argue back reasonably, and although you were aware of how intolerant your attitude might seem to him, your lawyer still chooses to disregard it.
“Unfortunately, the court doesn’t consider the reason for the termination of a marriage when deciding how the assets should be divided.” He elaborates, almost robotically. Given his long term career, you assume he’s had this discussion multiple times before with the thousands that walk through his mahogany office doors every day.
“Fuck.” You curse under your breath in defeat, slumping back into the chair and losing the straight posture you’ve been maintaining the whole time you were here. “You seem very eager to claim ownership over the house.” Nanami points out, “Do you have any children? It could increase the probability of you claiming it if you do.”
“No, I need the house because without it I’ll be homeless.” You grumble, blinking at the ceiling. Nanami takes note of your apparent distress, and tries to amend the situation to the best of his expertise, “Have you contributed any money towards your home throughout your marriage?” Your eyes snap back towards him, but your figure remains slumped against the chair. You scrunch up your face, “You mean something like the mortgage?”
Nanami hums, “It doesn’t necessarily have to be that; have you paid any bills of any sort?”
You furrow your eyebrows in thought, but nothing seems to click in mind. You were, after all, the spoiled wife who didn’t have to lift a finger because your husband accommodated to all of your needs throughout your marriage. “I..helped pick out the furniture for the interior design once.” You reply unsurely, and the blank look Nanami gives you is enough to tell you that the bare minimum wouldn’t suffice. The white, ruffled Dior jumper you had on suddenly became unbearably thick around your neck, the air in the office growing stuffy as you tugged at the collar of your jumper nervously, “C-Can you..open the window, please.” you squeak out.
“Of course.” Nanami sits up from his chair, his hand presses against his abdomen and over his tie before he slides the window open, allowing the traffic sounds and congested city air into his office. Your nasal canal grows clear at the action, taking in long breaths of air to calm yourself down. You dramatically fan your face with your hand as you watch your lawyer pour cold water into a cup from a nearby glass jug before handing it to you, which you gratefully took while muttering a shaky “thank you.”
Nanami leans against his desk in front of you, both hands supporting his weight as they grip the wooden edge. His watch glistens for a second, almost acting as a reminder that you were currently in the presence of one of the best lawyers in the city. He watches you gulp on your water intently before opening his mouth to speak, “A house is..one of the most valuable assets when it comes to a divorce, and one of the hardest ones to obtain to be quite frank with you.”
You let out a small sigh of content once the water fully washed up your throat, before placing the empty glass back on the table. You couldn’t help but snort at his comment while rummaging through your purse in an attempt to pull out a tissue, “Have you ever been divorced?” You murmur rhetorically while dabbing your wet mouth, careful to not smudge your lipstick. You pause your movements, however, when he answers back flatly, “Once.”
You look up to see his lips pursed, your eyes flashing momentarily with a small glint of sympathy. His answer did put you at ease in a sense, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit of reassurance at how you weren’t the first nor the last person to walk down such a lonely road. “Did they win?” You ask quietly, blinking at Nanami, who only shrugged nonchalantly in return, “I gave it up willingly.”
“Why would you do that?” You scrunch up your face in confusion. But he continues to give you casual responses, seemingly unaffected by the very thing that’s currently giving you a migraine no pain killer can ease, “Too many memories, remnants..no reason to remind myself of how it all went wrong.”
You scoff in response, scrunching the tissue paper in hand, “Well I’m glad you thought it held a sentimental value, I just don’t want to end up in the streets.” You huff in disinterest, before folding your legs. Your skirt momentarily rises up your leg when you do, catching Nanami’s attention for a split second before his eyes quickly flickered back to your face. “Do you not have a safety net? A savings account that you’ve set up before your marriage?” He attempts to look for any loopholes that could guarantee your financial security, but given the way you shift uncomfortably in your seat after every question, Nanami was sure at some point you’d both reach a dead end.
“N-No I was uh..I wasn’t exactly employed when we met.” You clear your throat, before quickly adding, “I mean, I was, it just wouldn’t be considered an..ethical job to some.” You note his arched eyebrow at your statement, and your mouth began to move before your mind could think so he wouldn’t assume the worst. “I was an escort,” You deadpanned, “That’s..how we met.”
You awaited for the sheer judgement to wash over his face — the typical sneer people would give you once they find out of your previous profession. You expected nothing less from the man in front of you, and you braced yourself for the scenario to repeat itself. But it doesn’t.
“I see.” Nanami replies monotonously, before pushing himself off the desk and returning to his seat. His tone doesn’t provide a sense of comfort at all, if anything, your spine stiffens even more. You assume he doesn’t provide any extra commentary to maintain the line of professionalism between a lawyer and client. “You think I’m pathetic, no?” You mutter quietly, fiddling with your fingers on your lap before you chuckle dryly, “For relying on someone for so long only for them screw me over and leave me with nothing.”
He only tilts his head forward in attentiveness, soaking up your words slowly. In no shape or form was he passing judgement on you, and although he couldn’t deny how attractive you were seated across him in his office, he reminds himself that emotional detachment came with the job, and so he found himself unable to console you in the way you needed it. “We have six weeks, it’s too early to decide which route this will take.” He says, you look up to meet his gaze, and for a second you see a glint of sympathy flash in his eyes. You open your mouth to reply, but a knock on his mahogany office door interrupts you before you have the chance to do so.
“Mr. Nanami?” A young woman pokes her head through the gap, “Your three o’clock is here.” He gives her a curt nod before she closes the door shut. His eyes meet yours again, and you found yourself gulping from how icy his gaze was. “I’ll arrange a meeting with Mr. Zenin’s lawyer, we might come to some sort of an agreement.” He states.
You both stand up from your seats simultaneously, the desk being the only barrier between you two. Your hand stretches in front of you, almost nervously, but when his rough hand grips yours firmly, you couldn’t help the small shudder that runs up your spine at the coolness of his skin. “Thank you, Mr. Nanami. I— uh, hope to hear good news from you soon.” You speak, your hands remain clasped as you both maintain eye contact, almost imperatively. And he almost feels it too, but chooses to ignore it.
“Have a good day, Miss [Last name].”
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When the door shut behind you, you couldn’t bring yourself to let out the usual sigh of content when you returned to the comfort of your own home. They say home is a sanctuary, a place of safety above all and the chambers of the heart. Oddly enough, you felt everything but that once you stepped inside. The mansion built from concrete and tall glass windows only provided a reminder of the possible limited time you had left here, or how your lawyer chose to describe it rather; a reminder of how it all went wrong.
You hear footsteps coming down the stairs to your right, but you pay no mind to it since you assume it’s the housekeeper coming to greet you. You toss your purse carelessly on the couch before rolling your neck to stretch, hearing the bubbles pop in your joints. For a second, you felt a rare sense of relaxation wash over your body, but your bubble of peace is disrupted once you hear his voice.
“Afternoon, wife.”
Your head whips towards the mocking voice, and when your eyes meet his familiar sharp ones, your jaw clenched and your hands balled into fists almost instinctively. “Zenin.” You acknowledge disgustingly, your tone flat and laced with venom. It’s almost comical once you think about it, how the mere sight of him can have your whole body flame up in rage and irritation.
Naoya only stares at you smugly from where he stood on the stairs, almost looking down on you like you’re an inferior species. “You’re a Zenin too, y’know?” He points out patronisingly, your eyes flicker to the small duffle bag in his hand, but you choose to overlook it once you meet his gaze again. “I never took your last name.” You answer bluntly, your eyebrows pinched in as he began to walk down the stairs.
He took small strides towards you, and you found yourself clutching the back of the couch in your hand when he stood right in front of you, your nails digging into the fabric when his breath fanned your face from how close he was. “Bet you wish you did now, no? At least you wouldn’t be fighting so hard over this place if you did.” He gestured around the mansion, before looking back at you with a sneer, “It’s funny, isn’t it? How you didn’t want to take my last name but wouldn’t so much as blink when you kept swiping my credit cards.”
You clench your jaw at him, trying your hardest to not gulp in front of him at your close proximity. “Why are you here?” You exasperate, you believe you already knew the answer to your own question, but you still ask in order to shift the conversation elsewhere. “To collect the rest of my stuff—“ Naoya replies nonchalantly, he arches an amused eyebrow at you before continuing,“Although I deem it unnecessary, since I’ll move back in soon and it’ll be you that’s gonna get kicked to the curb.”
“What could you possibly gain from trying to make my life a living hell? Aren’t you the one at fault here?” You gritted. He only dryly laughs in response, and you were beginning to grow frustrated at how he seemed unaffected by your words. “I put you in the best clothes, drowned you in jewellery and had you travel the fucking world. Am I really that terrible?” Naoya asks rhetorically with a smug look on his face.
“You cheated on me.” You spit out, furrowing your eyebrows angrily. All the years you spent living under the same roof as this man and it wasn’t until now you realised how utterly cruel he can be, how much of a fool you were for believing you were different from the rest. “Don’t be bitter darling.” Naoya answers apathetically, the once endearing pet name he had for you suddenly felt like nails being hammered into your ear. “The sex was great, though. I guess old habits don’t die, hm?” He has a condescending smirk on his face, and it acted as enough of a trigger for you to lift your hand in the air, but his duffel bag drops to the floor and his much larger hand grabs your wrist in a flash, right before it could collide with his cheek.
“Watch it, [Name].” He warns, his seemingly amused tone suddenly drops an octave, his eyes pierce yours sharply, “I picked you off the streets and made a woman out of you. And I can throw you back out there just as easily.”
Your eyes suddenly flash with a small glint of familiarity, your mind casting itself back to when before you met the man in front of you — the one whom you first thought was a blessing in your life but ended up becoming a curse. “Who’s gonna notice a former escort — no, a whore, when she returns to her roots.” He sneers, his grip on your wrist tightens, and you try not to squirm in his hold to show him you were unaffected. Your throat turns dry and your mouth forms a small gap, but you found it hard to recollect your thoughts to even utter an insult back, “Are you..threatening me?”
He loosens his grip, your hand dropping back to your side. The stinging sensation grows on your skin as you began to rub your wrist to ease the mild pain. Naoya’s previous demeanour returns, his lips curving up into a half smirk, “Of course not, don’t be silly.”
He fixes the collar of his shirt, clearing his throat before picking up the duffel bag from the ceramic floor. His lips drop into a sudden frown, his eyes as cold as ice glaciers once he uttered one last phrase that caused a shaky breath to escape your lips, “Know your place, [Name]. You don’t want to bite off more than you can chew.”
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When you bask into the bubble bath you have created for yourself, you couldn’t help but sink further into the tub as your skin soaked up the hot water and steam that emitted along with it. The glass of champagne in your hand turns as foggy as the mirror hung on the ceramic wall, but you pay no mind to it as your lips wrap around the rim, the subtle aroma invading your nostrils once you take a small sip — not enough to get drunk but enough to give you a general feel of relaxation as your bloodstream soaked up the alcohol.
Your legs are perched up on the rim of the bathtub, your eyes lazily studying the minuscule bubbles that clung to the sides of the glass in your hand. The moment doesn’t last very long, however, because you hear your phone suddenly ring obnoxiously next to you. You let out a groan of annoyance as you place your glass back on the side table, snatching your phone while you’re at it. You don’t bother looking at the caller ID, because you’re quick to swipe the green telephone icon to the right to answer, “Hello?”
“Good evening, Miss [Last name].” The familiar gruff voice causes you to suddenly sit up, the water splashes underneath your naked form loud enough for him to hear on the other side of the line, “Mr. Nanami, hello.” you clear your throat.
“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you, are you alright?”
“I-I’m fine, but why? Is something wrong?” You pull your legs closer to your chest at his tone, slowly enough for the water to remain as still as possible and not alert him like you’ve done earlier.
“I’ve spoken to Naoya Zenin’s lawyer.” You can only pause and gulp nervously at his response, mentally cursing yourself for nearly dropping the phone into the tub. Nanami takes your silence as an indication to continue, “It’ll be hard for them to contest the house registration since Mr. Zenin has willingly signed it under your name, so we both came to a mutual understanding that I hope you will be on board with.”
“What is it?” The tip of your tongue wets your lips after you ask firmly, your mind quickly to assume the worst as you anxiously waited for his reply.“Selling the house and dividing the income between you two. It’ll be a fifty-fifty split, of course.” Nanami explains, he expected a sigh of relief in response, not a an irritated scoff from you. “That’s as far as it gets? Is this what I hired you for?” You reply agitatedly, and you could’ve sworn you felt Nanami try to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. “That’s the best we can get, miss [Last name].” He corrects monotonously. You could only huff quietly, pinching your nose with your eyes shut before reluctantly giving in, “So what now?”
“If you agree, we can meet back at the firm at some point this week with Mr. Zenin and his lawyer to go through the paperwork.”
It seemed like it was your best bet at this point. Your soon to be ex-husband has already claimed ownership over the majority of the properties that you’ve shared throughout your marriage, and when your mind casts itself back to how your lawyer stated that at least you won’t be walking out empty handed, you defeatedly agree before ending the call.
The bath doesn’t provide the same relaxation you engulfed yourself in earlier, since your mood shifted quite dramatically after the call, so you opt to ending your night by stepping out of the bath. Grabbing a nearby towel, your wrap it around your naked form as hot droplets of water roll down your skin. You clutch your phone in your hand as you step out of the steamy bathroom, your hair sticking to the nape or your neck.
When you plug your phone into the charger next to your king sized bed, your spine suddenly stiffens when you hear the sound of shuffling behind you. Your head snaps towards the source, but before you could react, a gloved hand wraps around your throat and pins you against the wall. You gasp in shock, your eyes widening at the man in front of you. His face was covered with a black ski mask and the rest of his body clad in a similar colour. He rips your phone out of your hand and chugs it away on the carpeted floor as you struggle in his hold, your arms flinging around and your legs shuffling frantically underneath you. The white towel that covered what’s left of your modesty drops to the the floor humiliatingly. But the man in front of you pays no mind to it as he continues to focus on the task at hand: choking the life out of you.
You can only attempt to push his face away, your legs attempt to kick and your hands move to grip his wrists in a desperate attempt to set yourself free, but he’s stronger and taller as he towers over you, his fingers squeezing your larynx harder with every passing second as he obstructs your breathing. Your short, jagged breaths are only an indication of how much you were struggling. You don’t know who he is or why he’s here. Frankly, you barely have any enemies unlike your husband, who probably has a bounty on his head from former business associates. But why would they attempt to hurt the ex wife knowing she no longer has any value to him? Your mind can only think of one other reason.
It’s a warning.
The attempts your blood supply make to reach the cells of your brain are futile as you feel your head might explode like a melon at any given minute. Instinctively, your hand suddenly grips the side lamp next to you, and you hit your assailant over his head with all your might. He instantly drops to the floor with a painful groan like a pigeon’s feather, the glass shattering and surrounding your feet on the carpeted floor. Your lungs expand rapidly as you take in large, desperate breaths to fill them up, wheezing and coughing with your hand around your neck to ease your throat muscles, but you can already feel the damage in your vocal cords.
The man is unconscious on the ground, and you’re tempted to pull his ski mask up to see his face, but your trembling hands reach for the phone that’s only a few feet away from him instead, dialling the familiar three digit number.
It felt like years, but it was merely twenty minutes before you found yourself seated outside of your house and in the back of an ambulance van with a small blanket draped over your frame. “Any problems breathing? Feeling light-headed?” The paramedic asks as her gloved hands examine your throat, you can only shake your head in response, your breathing and heart rate returning to normal with time. “It feels sore though.” You say hoarsely once she pulls away. You attempt to clear your throat, but the pain blooming across your vocal cords only worsened.
“That’s normal, but we might still have to take you in. Your brain’s been deprived from oxygen for a while so it’d be safe to have an actual examination done. Are you hurt anywhere else?”
You shake your head again with your eyes trained on your feet, feeling exhausted to even utter a word. You pull your blanket closer across your frame once you feel a gust of wind blow, giving rise to goosebumps across your skin. You’ve already been questioned by the officers long ago, and it was only a matter of time before your night actually comes to an end. You might not be an innovative businesswoman like your husband, but you were not naive either. There’s only one person in your life who’s willing to actively harm you, and it doesn’t take you too long to figure out who it is.
“Miss [Last name]?”
You’re snapped out of your trance when you look up to see a familiar pair of chestnut narrowed eyes. He’s still dressed in the same attire from when you met him this morning, but his tie was loosened with the first few buttons of his dress shirt left open. “He..” You mutter quietly under your breath as you look down to your feet again, “He sent someone for me.”
“Your husband?” He questions lowly. You nod slowly in response, your eyes blinking away the salty tears that were itching to trickle down your cheeks. “Are you su—“
“Yes, I’m sure.” You snapped, looking back at Nanami to see him a few feet away from you, his hands are buried in the pockets of his slacks as he watches you carefully. “He wants me to give up the house, Naoya doesn’t fuck around when it comes to his family inheritance.” Nanami pursed his lips in response, his eyebrows drawn in together in thought.
He is no righteous man, given many of his esteemed clients had the privilege to not step their foot in jail even once thanks to his efforts. They were people of high status, immense power and hidden corruption. Regardless of whether their charges ranged from fraud and embezzlement to money laundering, Nanami always found himself seated next to them in court ready to use his years of training and expertise to let another criminal walk free unpunished. But this — this was something he could not overlook, because no matter how much money gets deposited into his bank account for his services, he can never find himself commending violence perpetrated against women and children for the sake of greed.
His eyes scan over the scenery, seeing a few police cars with the red and blue lights flashing against his vision uncomfortably. “This goes beyond a divorce settlement,” He notes, before his eyes meet yours, “He’s trying to hurt you in more than just a financial way.”
You could only gulp knowingly, clutching at the blanket draped over your frame in your fists as you shifted in your seat. “Is he..dead?” You ask unsurely, referring to your assailant whom you haven’t seen since you’ve been escorted out of the house and into the ambulance. Nanami kisses his teeth, tilting his chin upwards, “No, but he’s conscious now. They’re taking him in for questioning.”
When you exude your vulnerability to him again with tears threatening to spill and lips beginning to tremble, Nanami avoids the same mistake he’s done earlier this morning, and chooses to console you correctly — in the way you needed it this time. “I’ll take care of it.” He firmly states. You slowly look up to meet his seemingly cold eyes that oozed out determination and will-power. “What are you gonna do?” You question softly, your words leaving your lips slowly and carefully. Nanami only hums, he turns his head to scan your mansion when he answers, “Pull some strings.” You furrow your eyebrows at his vagueness, but Nanami looks at you again with a sharp gaze before you could question him further, “You didn’t hire me for no reason.”
You open your mouth to speak, confusion itched all over your face because you could only assume what he was implying, but the paramedic shows up before you had the chance to do so, “Mrs. Zenin? Are you ready?” You bite your tongue back from correcting her, irritation rising in your bloodstream at the cursed name.
“Want me to come with you?” Nanami asks, but you only shake your head as the paramedic helps you inside the ambulance van. “You’ve done enough just by being here.” you reassure with a tired smile. He defeatedly nods, taking a few steps back so the paramedic could shut the back door. But before she could, you poke your head out to say one last thing. “Mr. Nanami?” You called out, your eyes glimmering softly once his gaze met yours. He hums in response, his hands still buried in the pockets of his slacks, your mouth slightly curves upwards again.
“Thank you for coming.”
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“I bet you’re feeling ecstatic, no?” Naoya grits across you with an irritated smile. His fingers drum against the meeting table with annoyance, his eyes narrowed into slits as he attempts to break you with his sharp gaze. But you only clear your throat and look away with your chin tilted upwards, tugging at the silky scarf you tied around your throat with a bow. Your currently imprisoned assailant didn’t leave any marks across your skin, nor did the doctor advise you to use a covering. But you believed it would be convenient enough to rub your husband’s foolish (and failed) attempt to kill you all over his face by attending the meeting with a scarf that’s probably worth an estate around your neck.
“Mr. Yoshida, please ask your client to not address mine. I would much rather we all leave this meeting in one piece.” Nanami mutters disinterestedly, his eyes remain fixed on the contract in his hands, scanning the words carefully before handing you the papers for you to sign. The other lawyer pleadingly whispers into Naoya’s ear, supposedly to calm him down, but the blond only continues to stare at you with venomous eyes.
You try not to smile, you really do. But when you repeatedly read the written sentence like a mantra in your head — the same sentence that marked your victory against your arrogant, foolish of a husband — your lips couldn’t help but involuntarily curve upwards. Your eyes meet Naoya’s hateful ones from across the table, maintaining imperative eye contact while you sign off your name with a triumphant smirk on your face.
Checkmate.
Naoya’s hands ball into fists, his knuckles flushed white at the way you smugly look at him, almost as if he was inferior to you this time. His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare in pure fury, and he fought hard to bite his tongue from spewing vitriol at you, but more so from jumping across the table and finishing the job his incompetent employer failed to do by crushing your larynx himself.
“That was my father’s house.” He grits from behind you through clenched teeth once you both exit the meeting room. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion at his statement, swiftly turning to look at him, “You didn’t even like your father.” you remark as a matter of fact. He suddenly grabs your forearm and harshly pulls you towards him, “Do you really think you can shake me up and get away with it?” Naoya spits, his eyebrows creased in vexation and his glare dripping with spite. His calloused hand squeezes your forearm hard enough your bone could snap like a twig under the pressure.
You only smile condescendingly at him, fluttering your eyelashes. “Don’t be bitter, darling.” you repeat his words from a week ago, and you could’ve sworn you saw his left eye twitch at your mockery. You snatch your arm out of his hold, “I only claimed what’s my legal right, plus you did try and kil–“
“What the fuck do you know about legal rights? You’re an escort.” He retorts, his face contorted in disgust. The repetitive ‘insult’ only caused your skin to prickle, your jaw clenched in anger as you take a step closer to him, “I’m the escort you married.” you seethed. “Your father was a fool for entrusting an imbecile like you with the company, you’ve always been two steps behind, Naoya.” You dryly laugh, watching his arrogance wash away with your words.
“Did you really think the house would be enough?” You shake your head with a tsk. You lean closer towards his face, your eyes unblinking as you spew out the next four words with ill intent as clear as day, “I’m coming for everything.”
His left eye twitches again.
Naoya opens his mouth to spew another degrading remark, before his lawyer quickly intervenes. The much shorter man has his hands clutching the brown briefcase to his front nervously, “M-Mr. Zenin?”
“What?” He snaps irritatingly. You only take a step back, adjusting the bow around your neck as the the man whispers to his client urgently. Naoya’s eyes suddenly snap towards you, and although they’re still flamed with hatred and venom, he chooses to straighten his back and fix the collar of his blazer. He puffs out his chest, regaining his composure before clearing his throat, “This isn’t over.” he states lowly, before turning to walk away. Your smirk remains itched on your face, “Far from it, dear husband.”
You exhale quietly once he disappears from your sight, your tensed shoulders relaxing. “Everything okay?” You hear Nanami from behind you, you turn to face him with a tight smile, tugging at your silky scarf with a nod, “Yes, thank you.”
Pausing to shuffle with your feet, you continue, “I know we’re hardly done yet but..thank you for helping me.” He blinks at you, and for a minute his brown eyes soften. “I did my job, Miss [Last name]. I can only be glad you’re satisfied with the results as of now.” A small chuckle escapes your lips at his formality. You were itching to break through his facade, and the plan you bore in mind was slowly unfolding when you softly ask with doe eyes, “Is there some way I can repay you?”
“That wouldn’t be necess–“
“Please, I insist.” You interrupt, placing a hand on his arm. Nanami’s eyes quickly flicker between your hand and your face, but you only give his arm a small rub. “How about dinner? I can make salmon?” You suggest with a gleam, and although the invite seemed harmless, Nanami could see past your act easily.
He knows it’s a bad idea, he knows where this will lead and he knows it will end up with what they termed “conflict of interest”, Nanami wasn’t referred to as one of the smartest attorneys in the city over nothing — for he has a strict rule book that he follows religiously when he’s on the clock.
But he can make an exception, right?
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“I’m very glad you accepted my invitation, I would’ve been disappointed if you haven’t.” You tease, cutting through the shell-pink fish on your plate before taking your last bite. The plates scrape underneath the utensils as you observe the man seated across you carefully, who quietly munches on his food. The candle in the middle of the elongated table acts as a bridge between you two, the flickering flame eliciting a hallowed glow to the walls of the dining room.
Nanami dabs his mouth with the tissue he had tucked in his collar, swallowing his bite before meeting your eyes. “I..took it into consideration.” He speaks lowly, “Thank you for inviting me.”
You can only give him a small smirk, licking your red painted lips before leaning back on your chair to study him head to toe, your finger grazing the rim of your glass. He imitates your body language, his index finger and thumb pinches at his lower lip, his eyes boring into yours. Nanami has picked up every subtle queue you’ve been dropping all night — the black dress, red lipstick, and discrete commentaries with hidden double meanings. Your motives were as clear as day when you inveigled him into your company tonight, but he still chose to indulge into the little game you started.
His eyes are glued to your bare neck. The lack of marks or bruises from your assault only emphasised your manipulative tactic at the meeting earlier. The softness of your skin was tempting him to paint it with his teeth and tongue, and he can only imagine you withering underneath him, clutching at his shoulders as he tames you into obedience, but he opts to ask for something else.
“How’s your throat?”
The question slightly catches you off guard, but you quickly recompose when you hum nonchalantly in response, your voice soft and low, “Better. Much better.”
The silence that falls between you two isn’t uncomfortable in a sense, but does the highlight the tension that’s itching to be broken. “I hope you like the food — took me hours to get it ready.” You pout jokingly with a large exhale, stretching your neck dramatically. Nanami fights a chuckle that nearly escapes his mouth, “It was delicious, thank you for the meal.” He replies with a mirrored smirk, “And I saw the takeout bags peaking from the bin.”
Your mouth drops slightly, a small laugh erupting from your throat at his observation, “Was it that obvious?”
“Very.”
You hum, “I’m a terrible cook, but I did want to repay you somehow.” The double meaning doesn’t fly over Nanami’s head, and for a split second he wished you were as straightforward as he was; to tell him the real reason you wanted him here tonight, but your commentary only intrigues him even more.
“So..” You begin slowly, placing both elbows on the table and resting your chin on the palm of your hand, your head tilted to the side as you look at him with dewy eyes, “Wanna tell me what strings you pulled?”
Nanami arches an eyebrow at your sudden question, “You insist on knowing?” he asks. You chuckle with a small shake of your head, “I’m no fool Mr. Nanami, you stopped my husband from going to jail once even when there was concrete evidence against him, and now you managed to make him submit the whole house to me. Surely, I’m interested in your ways.”
He pokes the inside of his cheek with the tip of his tongue to prevent a smirk from growing, “Mr. Zenin is no stranger to me. Although there are controversies about how I got the charges against him dropped.” He states, his eyes scanning the dining room before stopping on you, “He’s the most hated man by his business associates, and I just happen to know his weak spots.”
An impish grin grows on your face, “You threatened him?” you nearly laugh, imagining the scene in your head; the sheer confidence your husband desperately tried to maintain throughout the years — all crumbling into dust. “Not directly per say.” Nanami attempts to put it nicely, “A single tip to a journalist could tear down an entire empire. You could say I made sure he knew that.”
Your teeth sinks into your bottom lip, your eyes scanning him head to toe again, “And here I was thinking you’re merely a lawyer.”
“First assumptions aren’t always correct.”
“You got that right.” You breathe out, leaning back on your chair, your eyes are fixed with his chocolate brown ones. “Are you a drinker, Mr. Nanami?” He purses his pink lips at your question, before loosening the grey tie around his neck. “Not tonight. But I can be occasionally.” He was playing hard to get, you think. But in reality, the blond was only purposely blocking every route you take just to see how desperate you can get to have him fall straight into your trap. You click your tongue, “Ever tried a Chateau Lafite?”
“‘98?” You nod slowly in response, unblinking.“Once, it wasn’t exactly..up to my taste.” He trails off. You kiss your teeth at his reply, letting out a small pout with a tilt of your head. The strap of your dress conveniently slips from your shoulder to your arm at that moment, and your lips curve into a small smirk when his eye catches it. “That’s a shame, I was looking forward to a small celebration tonight.”
Nanami’s eyes suddenly flicker to your face, eyebrows furrowed at your words, “But you aren’t divorced yet.”
“Yet,” You repeat with emphasise. “But given your capabilities, I see you can ensure the settlement runs smoothly, can’t you?” He tries to fight back a smile at the way you subtly lure him in, he found it amusing how you thought you were going to easily get what you’re seeking from him tonight, as expected from a spoiled woman who had everything handed to her on a silver platter throughout her marriage. “You’re playing with fire.” He states flatly.
“I am a risk taker after all.” You express, lifting the strap of your dress back on your shoulder, the material snapping against your skin. “Wouldn’t you know that? Being a hot shot lawyer and all, taking risks is a big factor that comes along with the job, no?” Your doe eyes stare at him with high intensity, and when you watch his chest heave out slowly with a sharp intake of breath, you knew you had him exactly where you wanted.
“What makes you think I don’t know that already?”
“Maybe you need a reminder..” You trail off innocently, before standing up from your seat, the chair scraping against the floor as you pushed it behind you. His eyes watch you carefully as you pat down your dress, before you smacked your lips at him, “Would you like to join me in the wine cellar? I’d be interested to know more of your tastes.”
You don’t give him a chance to reply, because your sleek heels are already clacking against the ceramic floor as you walk away. You bite back a smile when you hear his chair move in the dining room, his footsteps soon trailing behind you as you walk downstairs towards the basement. You expected him to grab your wrist at any given moment and twirl you to face him for a feverish kiss, but disappointment only grows within you when he doesn’t, because he respectfully keeps his distance from you without uttering a word, until you fling the doors to the wine cellar open with him following you in shortly.
“You have a bar too?” He questions, his eyes scanning the wooden shelves that held dozens of bottles, stopping at the small mini bar situated close to the door as you strut towards it. No doubt you are living a life of royalty, and given you have now claimed full ownership over the mansion, he could only imagine the boost to your pride if you were to claim the rest of your husband’s assets.
“I asked to have one of the empty rooms renovated into one, but Naoya thought it was more convenient to have it in our wine cellar.” You sigh out in slight annoyance as you open the fridge to examine its contents, “Well, my wine cellar now.” you peer over your shoulder with a giggle, before taking out a small bucket of ice. Your manicured fingers grab two nearby wine glasses, not missing the way he watches you like a hawk when you place them at the bar, before taking small steps near the shelves. To your hidden frustration, he still remained in his place like a statue. Your index finger taps your bottom lip as you hum in thought, before turning your head to look at him, “Red or white?”
“I’m driving.” He states as a matter of fact, but you only shrug in response. Your hands clasp behind your back as you take small steps towards him, the tip of your tongue poking the corner of your lip, your hands fiddle with the end of his grey tie when you stand right in front of him. He does no attempts to stop you, so you take it as an indication to peer up to him, “You can stay the night.” you whisper.
Nanami’s eyes narrow at you, “I know what you’re doing.” he calls your bluff. You only smile in response, taking another step closer as your chest meets his, he feels your pebbled nipples through the thin material, nearly gulping at the thought of you not wearing a bra underneath. “Is it working?” you ask softly, your eyes flickering between his lips and brown eyes, and you take note of the light stubble growing on his chin. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip when you feel his hand sneak to your lower back, only for it to rest right above your ass.
“You know..” He begins lowly, his breath fanning your face and leaving goosebumps all over your skin. “I tend to keep a very strict relationship with my clients. But I think I might overlook that rule just for tonight.”
You bite back a smile at his words, but it falters into a quiet gasp once his hand collides with your asscheek in a loud smack, “I do, however, hate brats.” He states, before gripping the flesh of your ass in his calloused hand. “Maybe you should fuck the attitude out of me.” You reply bluntly, fluttering your eyelashes in an attempt to seduce him, but Nanami only arches an amused eyebrow, his lips curving into a half smirk. “And I’m meant to indulge into your commands that easily?”
“Is there a reason why you shouldn’t?”
“You’re still technically married.” He points out, his eyes flicker to your left hand for a ring. But to his surprise, your ring finger is bare and missing the large, gleaming rock you typically wore to public events. “That’s right..I am.” You trail off, your hand moving from his tie to the belt buckled around his trousers with a dramatic sigh, your fingers running across the leather material. “But I’m also a very persistent woman, Mr. Nanami. And what I want, is what I get.”
He kisses his teeth, unimpressed with your words, “You’re spoiled, what’s that like?”
“Do you want me to show you?”
And that was it.
When he kissed you, you could’ve sworn your lungs shrivelled as the air got knocked out of your chest. Your heart beating rapidly as his lips moved with yours, your hand gripped his belt as you sighed into his open mouth, his tongue diving in and massaging your wet muscle hard and fast in desperate sweeps.
You couldn’t help but whimper against his lips when his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass through the thin material of your dress, your salivas mixing in each other’s maws as he sucks in your bottom lip, swiping his tongue against it before suddenly pulling you off from your hair. A small gasp escapes your swollen lips as you take in the sight in front of you, his chest heaves slowly, and his mouth moves around three words that leave a shudder down your spine from his dominant tone.
“On your knees.”
You gulp at his words, his demand causing your heart to accelerate in your chest. You give him a small smirk before you quickly do as you’re told. Your bare knees felt uncomfortable once they met the cold hard floor, but the evident tent in his trousers causes the thought to diminish instantly. Your soft hands eagerly unbuckle his belt, before pulling it down along with his boxers as they pool to his feet. His throbbing cock slaps against his toned abdomen at the action, the tip angry red with a vein protruding from the underside.
Your mouth nearly salivates at his girth as Nanami watches you intently from above, your hand moves to grasp the tip, before he suddenly slaps it away. You hiss at the action, peering up to see him frowning, “No hands.”
You blinked at his words, before clasping your hands behind your back. You maintain imperative eye contact when your jaw slacks open, your tongue flat against your chin when you run it up his length from the base to the tip. Your lips wrap around the head, and your tastebuds soak up the salty taste of his precum when you flick your tongue against the tip, before pulling away with a pop and letting a ball of spit fall from your mouth and onto his cock.
“Fuck, I needed this.” Nanami sighs out blissfully, throwing his head back with a parted mouth as he brushed the back of your skull. You take him fully into your mouth, your wet tongue flat against his cock. The warmth of your mouth causes him to slightly grip your hair into his large fist. You take the opportunity to fondle his firm balls with your hand, before his head snapped towards you with a sudden frown, “Watch it.”
If the warning wasn’t enough, his piercing glare had you move your hands instantly to your lap. Your cheeks hallowed as you expertly suctioned his cock, the saliva collecting in your mouth acted as a natural lube when you began to bob your head up and down his length smoothly. He lets out a low groan when you flutter your eyelashes at him, your lips stretched around his girth every time you nearly reached his base. When his large hand suddenly tugs at your scalp to push you down his cock deeper, your hands instinctively flew to grip his thighs for leverage.
Big mistake.
“You just never listen.” He huffed in annoyance, before taking both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them upwards to his chest, “You need to learn how to listen.” Nanami emphasised, before his other hand tugged at your hair again. You whimper around his cock at the sensation before he bucked hips into your mouth, the crown of his cock pushing past your vulva harshly before he pulled his dick out to the tip, eliciting a strangled gasp from you. His hand gripped the roots of your hair before he started moving you up and down his cock at a much quicker pace, your drool uncomfortably trickling down your chin as his cock glistened with your spit under the basement light.
Nanami stops your head close to his base, your eyes wide as you peer up to him while trying to blink away the salty tears that hung at your lash line. He continues to fuck your mouth, only this time he doesn’t pull you to the tip and rather keeps your lips at the base, your nose brushing against his trimmed pubic hair. Your throat tightens around his cock as you gargle, your veins protruding from your neck as your feel your jaw could unhinge at any given minute due to the thickness of his cock. Nanami curses under his breath when you let out a distorted moan around him, the hands pinned to his chest beginning to claw at his shirt desperately.
When he pulls you off him, you let out a gasp followed by a sharp intake of breath. Your mouth smudged with your own spit and lipstick as he began to pull up his trousers and lazily buckle the belt again. You slightly frown as you watch him from the floor, your chest heaving anxiously at the thought of him leaving you on the basement floor after using your mouth as a mere flesh light for his cock. But your suspicions are refuted when his sharp eyes pierce yours from above, “Where’s your room?” Nanami deadpans.
“Second floor, first door o-on the left.” You stammer with wide eyes, a yelp escaping your lips when he pulls you up from the floor, your legs wobbly as you struggle to stand on your heeled feet, before he suddenly reaches for your waist, his hands gripping you tightly as he threw you over his shoulder.
“N-Nanam—hmph!” Your voice is muffled when he smacks down your asscheek in a loud slap, before grabbing the bucket of ice on the way out and up the stairs. You could only let him continue to treat you as a rag doll, your cheeks heated up at the fact your face was in direct vision with his bum the whole time. In a flash, he had you both in your room, flinging you on your bed as the mattress bounced beneath you. Your hair obliterated your vision as you pushed it out of the way, watching him place the ice bucket on the bedside table.
“Safe word.” He mutters, unfastening the watch around his wrist. “What?” You breathe out, your breasts nearly spilling out of your dress as you watch him unbutton the cuffs of his dress shirt, your heart beats erratically against your chest when he looks at you again with hooded eyelids. “Pick a safe word.” He emphasised more clearly, his shoes off before getting on your bed. You find yourself moving back against the headboard as he crawled towards you like a predator seeking his prey. A noticeable gulp protruding through your throat before you squeaked out, “Red.”
You didn’t question the need for a safe word, at this point you were willing to let the man in front of you use you in any way he wanted just for you to chase some sort of release, and so you grip his tie to pull him to your lips, your tongue thrashing with his as your hands weave through his blond locks and messing the hairdo he must’ve spent a considerable amount of time perfecting this morning. When his hands grip your waist to push you down the mattress, he tilts his head to the side to kiss you deeper, the tips of his eyelashes brushing against the apple of your cheek. He pushes the straps of your dress down to your shoulders, your breasts spilling out of the material as they press against his clothed chest. He pulls your dress off completely, leaving you in your black thong and heels as he tosses it on the floor with his lips pressed against yours. A small grunt escapes his open mouth when you desperately grind against the thigh pressed between your legs, but Nanami pulls away before you have the chance to seek more friction.
His hands move to unbuckle his belt again, before the leather material wraps around your wrists and to the headboard. He tugs at the knot securely, “Is this okay?” Nanami questions sternly, watching your bare chest heave up and down with your mouth agape. “Yes,” You pant out, “Do whatever you want just please fuck me.”
He smirks at your words, leaning down to push your hair from your face. You found yourself wishing his ears wouldn’t perk up at the sound of your heart rapidly beating against your ribcage from the close proximity. His thumb tugs at your bottom lip, your warm breath fanning his skin, “You wanna get fucked nice and hard? Is that it?” Nanami says lowly, almost teasingly. You could only nod feverishly in response, his head ducked into the crook of your neck to lick a stripe of your hot skin. He hums into your ear, “Of course you do, I could tell from the moment you stepped into my office.”
A small whimper escapes your smudged lips when he sinks his canines into the flesh of your neck, sucking at the spot before pulling away. He sits up on his knees, his hands removing the grey tie as you fidget in place, your bare chest in full view for him. You were desperately hoping he would latch his mouth onto your breast — your pebbled nipples erect for his touch, but his eyes remain fixed on your face, studying your pouty lips and slightly creased eyebrows.
“Bet you wanted me to bend you over my desk and raw you until you can’t walk, no?” Nanami continues. You assumed his tie would join his shoes on the floor, but you’re proven wrong once your vision goes black due to him wrapping the silky material around your eyes as a makeshift blindfold. “That’s exactly what you’re not going to get.” He whispers, shivers running down your spine as he tugs at your earlobe with his teeth.
His fingers trail down the valley of your breasts and your stomach, purposely ignoring your pebbled nipples. Your breath hitches in your throat when he suddenly snaps the elastic band of your thong against your hip, a small chuckle erupting from his lips when you flinched at the sudden action. Nanami suddenly removes his hand, and the blindfold heightens all four other senses of yours, your ears perking up at the sound of the ice bucket shuffling with its contents. You found it difficult to see past the darkness of his tie, but you couldn’t help but curl your toes in anticipation for his next move.
Nanami watches you intently, a noticeable bulge straining his trousers at the sight of you spread on the bed, tied up and blindfolded, already submitting for him to ravish you whole. He places an ice cube in between his lips, his hot tongue suctioning the cold droplets of water before he leans down to your level again. Your chest rises with a sharp intake of breath when you feel a cold sensation on your neck and right above your pulse point, the simple action enough to jumpstart your heart.
He drags the ice cube with his mouth from your neck to across your jawline, and you couldn’t help but shiver once his lips brushed against yours, the cold droplets of water staining your lips. You open your mouth as an instinct, and he pushes the ice cube into your mouth at the invitation, his tongue following in shortly as he kissed you. The stark contrast of the cold ice and your hot mouths sends a jolt to your system. When you pass the cube back into his mouth with your tongue, he suddenly pulls away from your lips, and you can only tug at the belt holding your wrists together as you whimper at his teasing.
You freeze in place when you feel his mouth on your neck again, trailing the melting ice cube with his lips down the valley of your breasts. A small gasp escaping your smudged lips when he purposely drags it over your buds, his chestnut brown eyes watching your body language carefully. He continued his slow movements down to your navel, the cold water dripping as the cube diminishes in size. The coolness of the ice against your hot body floods your system with a rush of sensations, particularly when he drags it over your clothed cunt, leaving a stain mixed with water and your own arousal. You arch your back with a small gasp, desperately lifting your hips against his mouth for more.
Nanami grips your thighs and plants them against the mattress harshly, the ice cube now the size of a pebble when he drags it on your inner thighs with his tongue, letting it melt on its own. Your heart beats even faster when his fingers pull your thong to the side, a gossamer string of your slick attached from your pussy lips to the fabric of your thong. “Such a mess for me already.” He mutters, his cold breath against your bare cunt causes you to sink your teeth into your bottom lip.
Unbeknownst to you, his eyes darkly watch you, tongue flat across his chin as he gives you a painfully long lick from the bottom of your lips up to your clit, the cold muscle causing you to gasp again with your mouth ajar, “Oh fuck..” His cold tongue slithered around your pulsating clit agonisingly slow, before his icy lips wrapped around the bud, giving it a hard suck with a teasing flick using the tip of his tongue. His chin is pressed against your slit, and you can feel the light stubble on his skin when he lusciously suctions your clit.
When his tongue pushes through the ring of muscles that surround your opening, your mouth fell ajar and spilled soft moans at the contortive sweeps he made against your sensitive spots. His nose dug into your sex as he ate you up, the scent of your arousal filled his nasal canal. You shamelessly rut your hips against his face with a high pitched whine, the sloshing sound of your pussy against his mouth only further increase your libido. Nanami grips your thighs tightly in his large hands, a throaty moan elicited from him as his tastebuds soak up your fluids, the alternative lapping and sucking between your clit and the sensitive folds around your hole send constant shock waves to your lower abdomen.
When he pulls away from your cunt, you can feel his large hands eagerly fiddle with the band of your thong. You hear a shredding sound as your underwear gets torn into two when he rips it out, followed by a few seconds of shuffling with the bed creaking underneath both of you. You don’t dare to speak or whine for him to touch you again, he was clear to assert his dominance on you tonight, and you weren’t able to utter anything either when he removes the blindfold that successfully obliterated your vision the whole time.
You blink rapidly, your irises trying to adjust to the night light before you saw his fully nude figure hover over you like a tower. A light shade of pink harvested across his nose, matching his hard chest that had a small trail of blond hair. The tip of his nose, stubbly chin and lips are glistening with your own arousal underneath the moonlight that peered through your curtains. You assume he’s about to press your lips into yours for a hard kiss, but you’re proven wrong once he takes your nipple into his mouth with a low moan, the vibrations from his voice travel across the swell of your breast as his large hand grips the other, pinching your nipple while his tongue swirls around the bud.
“Nanam—“
“Kento.” He corrects lowly against your breast, before moving up to level with your face to kiss you harshly, you groan into his mouth when you taste yourself. Your eyes snapping open when you feel the head of his cock nudging your folds. A noticeable string of his salty pre-cum is attached to your lips when he pulls way to sit on his knees, his large hand wrapped around his throbbing cock before lining it with your cunt. He rubs his dick in between your folds, your slick covered labia providing a natural lubricant. Your jaw falls into a wordless moan, followed by a desperate whine when he purposely bumps your clit with the head of his cock, every glide leaving his dick glistening with your wetness.
Your distress is clear in the noises you make, your hips rutting upwards again in desperate attempts for more friction as you fight the restraints of his belt while he continues fucking himself against you. “Kento, please.” You whimper, only for him to curse under his breath, he grabs the back of your thighs and hikes them up to his waist. You instinctively wrap your legs around him, throwing your head back against the pillow when he defeatedly gives in to your needs and pushes his cock into you, his length disappearing inside your body as it breaches your velvet walls in the process.
The butterflies that flocked around your tummy are released when he leans down to your level, his arms caging both sides of your head. “God..” Nanami hisses, his breath fanning your face as he stills inside of you, “Like you’re fuckin’ made for me.” He groans, before pulling out to the tip, you nearly whine at the sudden emptiness before he snaps his hips against yours into a hard thrust, coercing a garbled cry from you as the ridges of his cock brush against your gummy walls, your lips stretching with his girth as he pushes deep enough to feel your wet slit against the flat planes of his pelvis.
You never assumed the seemingly stoic and reserved lawyer with a disdain to questions with open interpretations, to like fucking his women tied up and in heels only. But the thought only excites you more — only has your walls clenching around him even more.
When Nanami increases the pace of his thrusts, an indescribable amount of heat travels through his veins as he watches the way your mouth opens in ecstasy with strangled moans, your eyebrows furrowed when he rests his forehead against yours. “Such a fucking—“ He hisses, pausing to let out a low groan when you contract your pelvic muscles around him. His hand moves to grip your upper thigh, his fingernails leaving crescent moons on your flesh. “Is this what you wanted?” Nanami grits, followed by a pant before his mouth sucks in your bottom lip with a sweep of his hot tongue. “Yes, “ You mewl when he pulls away from your lips, a few strands of hair matted to your forehead from your sweat. “Want this — want you. Kento, please—“
A loud moan escapes your lips when he fucks you deeper, your walls squeeze around this girth as he impales you with his cock, his pelvis against your pulsating clit. Your nails dig into the leather belt as the headboard slams against the wall due to his merciless thrusts, the squelching sounds of your hole only encourage Nanami to snap his hips against yours in a harsher manner.
He recalls your attitude in his office; the childish huffing and tapping of your nails and heels, reeking with clear agitation. The hard-headed responses and the occasional scoffs to every solution he tried to present. More specifically, the absolute audacity to say: “Is this what I hired you for?” after all of his help and efforts — after quite literally refusing to represent your husband once he received your call and taking your case file under his wing instead.
You said to fuck the attitude of you, who is he to decline his precious client’s wishes? If not your divorce attorney?
“Gonna act like a brat again?” Nanami suddenly questions with a heavy breath. Dumbfounded, you shake your head frantically with your eyes screwed shut. His hand leaves your thigh to grip the sides of your face, squeezing your cheeks as your wet lips pucker at him. Your dewy eyes open to see the desire in his chestnut brown ones, the pink flush dusting the apple of his cheeks. His forehead and upper lip glistens with sweat, and you couldn’t help but lick into his mouth, having a taste of his salty skin as he pecks your lips in response. “No? Gonna be a good girl from now on?” He pants against your mouth, his own lips smudged with your scarlet lipstick. You can only cry out in pleasure before lifting your head to bury your face in his hot chest, frenziedly nodding your head with a whimper. Your legs shake with euphoria as the the heels of your shoe accidentally scrape against Nanami’s back with every thrust, but he only considers it an additive dosage to the pleasure.
“Fuck,” Nanami curses, sitting up on his knees before rapidly unfastening the leather belt that tied you to the headboard. Your teeth sinks into your bottom lip as you watch his glistening chest and neck from below, the sight enough to have your mouth salivate at the gorgeous man on top of you. When your wrists are free, your eyes lit up at the idea of wrapping your arms around his large figure as he rams his cock into you again. But your expectations are thrown at the window when he suddenly flips you over onto your stomach, a harsh smack delivered to your asscheek as you yelp in place.
With the side of your face against the pillow, you see his hand dive into the ice bucket once again from the corner of your eye. You were sure all the ice has melted at some point, but you’re proven wrong when Nanami pulls out a small pebble. A shudder runs down your spine when you feel him drag it with his lips from in between your shoulder blades and down your vertebrae, melting the cube into a small puddle of cold water right on your lower back.
A quiet gasp escapes your mouth when you feel his hot tongue against your skin. He drags the wet muscle from your lower back and up your spine in the opposite direction, licking off the trail of water the ice cube left behind. Nanami preps kisses all over your shoulders, his wet cock rubbing against your asscheeks. The sensation causes you to wiggle your ass against his cock for more friction, but the grip he has on your hip tells you to wait, to be patient.
“You’d look so pretty covered in my cum..” he whispers into your ear. Your eyes fluttered shut with a small sigh as he presses a wet kiss to your cheek. “Mhm yeah, you would.” Nanami quietly tells himself, before giving you a small lick behind your ear. Your mouth forms a small gap as you shamelessly droll into the pillow, you know better than to shift underneath him again, so you try to stay as perfectly still as possible, your chest heaving with anticipation.
His hand moves from your hip down to your asscheek, giving it a small pinch that has your eyes snap open with a sharp intake of breath. “M’gonna paint you with my cum, riiight..” He trails off slowly, his hand stopping at your lower back. “Here.”
The thought has you rubbing your thighs together with a small whimper, before you fully bury your face into the pillow, “Do it.” you muffle, propping yourself on your elbows with your back pressed against his chest, you crane your neck to look at him, your lips wet and mascara smudged underneath your lash line. “Mark me, make me yours, Kento.” You breathe out, his hand moves up to grip your breast, a small hiss escaping his lips at your words. His other hand lines his cock with your soaking hole again, both of your maws falling ajar as his cock gets swallowed by the warmth of your cunt again.
With one hand on your breast and the other on your hip, he stretched you out completely with his girth again. His hand moved from your chest up to your throat, bending your neck backwards for you to look at him upside down as he sits up on his knees, your back arched at the action. It introduced an uncomfortable strain to your neck, but when he bent down to kiss you roughly, his tongue dipping into your mouth to tangle with yours, all mixed with his harsh thrusts as he rammed his cock into you, you couldn’t help but turn putty in his hands.
He pulled away from your lips, but his hand remained on your throat to keep your neck situated in the same angle to look at you. You lost yourself for a minute, your brain turning into mush because you instinctively opened your mouth wide, your tongue sticking out and flat against your chin. Nanami seemed to get the hint, because he leaned down again to let a ball of spit fall from him mouth to land on your tongue perfectly, which you gladly swallowed before he pressed his lips against yours again.
“Mhm, so good.” You moaned into his mouth, your fluttering walls accommodating his thick cock. “Yeah? Feels good?” Nanami grunts, before pushing your head into the pillow and pulling your ass further up to his pelvis, another harsh slam of his cock nearly sending you forward and towards the headboard. “Good enough for you?”
Your moans were muffled into your pillow as you gripped the sheets tightly in your fists, your nails digging into the fabric. Your could feel the dark blond hairs of his pubis, along with the heaviness of his gonads as they slapped against your wet slit with every hard thrust, the slouching sounds of your cunt dominating the room as the air grew stuffy around you two. Nanami’s hands gripped both sides of your hips tightly, his fingers digging into the fat surrounding your bones as he fucked you into oblivion. You couldn’t help but push back against his groin for deeper penetration in an attempt to match his unrelenting tempo, and your actions seemed to satisfy Nanami because he growls at your eagerness, “That’s it. Fuck back onto me, baby.”
“Kento!” You whined in ecstasy, feeling the crown of his thick cock thrust up to your cervix, your gummy walls feeling the outline of every vein as they clamped down his dick. “Ngh, m’gonna..cum—!”
“Hold it.” He deadpans, grabbing your wrists in one hand and pinning them to your back. Your mind could barely register his command, unable to articulate his words as your knees began to struggle to hold your weight up any longer. “What?” you cried out, moving your head to the side as your cheek pressed against your soft pillow. “I said fucking hold it.” Nanami snaps gruffly, a hand coming down to slap the outside of your thigh, “You don’t get to cum now.”
“I..can’t—!” You begin, but the hold he has on you tells you it’s not up for discussion, because he only slaps your thigh again in response. “You can and you will.” Nanami asserts through gritted teeth, his cock barely giving you time to breathe properly as it plows into your cavern, the head nudging your insides harshly.
“Plea—se.” Your choked out with a sniffle, your vision growing blurry as salty tears welled up your eyes and hung on the ends of your lashes. A strangled sob caught in your throat as you painfully clench your muscles hard enough in an attempt to stop your orgasm from washing over your withering body. His hands move in a flash, and you find yourself suddenly tugged from your hair for you to sit up on your knees with your back pressed against his chest, the sweatiness of both your bodies nearly glueing you two together.
“Think you deserve to cum?” Nanami pants in your ear, his large hands cupping your breasts and squeezing the flesh. His tongue dips out of his mouth to lick a stripe of your neck, and you throw your head back into his shoulder with a moan when his cock kisses your sweet spot. “I don’t think so, baby. I think a brat like you shouldn’t get to cum at all.” His words cause your lips to tremble, a small cry elicited from your throat as you began to babble incoherently, your words running in together. “What was that?” Nanami asks urgently, his hand moving from your breast to your face to force you to look at him, your chin wedged between the web of his thumb and index finger. Your cunt almost feels like a taste of heaven to him — snug and warm as you take him whole while he fucks you harder.
Your chest begins to burn as your lungs struggle to take in moderate breaths of air, your lower abdomen clenching and legs going numb as you feel your climax dangerously approach you with every passing second. “Wanna cum Kento, please let me cum.” You sob out, eyes blinking away the tears that inevitably trickle down your heated cheeks. A thin sheet of sweat covers your naked, greedy bodies, your pants mingling and accommodating the sounds of your soaping cunt that takes in his veiny cock gracefully.
Full to the hilt with his cock, Nanami’s hand moved from your cheek to your mouth as you suck on his digits to the knuckle, your tongue rapidly swirling and coating his fingers with a thick layer of saliva before he pulled his fingers out. His hand travels down your navel to rub circles around your pulsating clit, causing you to moan out deliriously as he exploits the wetness of his fingers to effortlessly draw shapes around the pleasure center of your vulva. His lips brush against your ear, hot breath dusting your skin before he whispers a single demand, his strict tone enough to send a jolt of electricity through your veins.
“Cum.”
Your core tights one last time, the muscles coiled in your lower abdomen felt like a tight string that suddenly snapped. White spots obliterated your already blurry vision as you shamelessly gushed around his cock, your cum coating his dick and trickling to his balls that continued to slap against your bum with his never-ending thrusts. You continue to spasm around him as the fingers circulating your clit fail to cease, your body convulsing as he insisted on milking you dry from your fluids, “Oh—!”
You exhaustingly fall back onto the mattress, your eyes nearly rolling when he lifts his leg up to plant his left foot onto the mattress before continuing to thrust erratically into your soaked cunt. His brows pinched in together with grunts tumbling from his rosy lips, his dark chocolate eyes watching the fat of your asscheek ripple every time the front of his thigh slap against the back of yours, your sticky slit produces a string of your own arousal that attaches itself to the base of his cock and pubic hair every time he pulled his dick from your lips before ramming into you again.
“So tight for me,” He growled from behind you, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip at the erotic sounds. “Mhm, gonna make me fuckin’ cum.” Nanami confesses in quick pants, before his thrusts began to decrease in speed, but the depths his cock reach inside of you remain the same as he fucks you slow and deep. He pulls his cock out from your hole, a slick essence covering his dick as his hand wraps around his length, fisting his cock rapidly before thick spurts of his cum painted your lower back and bum white. Low, short moans elicited at the sight in front of him as he reached his crescendo. You can only lay down on the duvet and let him ejaculate all over you, trying to regain your strength and energy while he finished himself off.
You both take in slow, moderate breaths, when Nanami cums. You feel his lips press a few kisses against the back of your skull before he slowly moves from on top of you and out of the bed, the mattress springing up at the loss of extra weight. You take the opportunity to slide off your heels for it to join the rest of your clothes on the floor. Hearing Nanami swing your bathroom door open, he shuffles through the drawers before the faucet started running momentarily. A smile itched on your face when you hear his footsteps trail towards you, a cold wet cloth suddenly wiping at your back, bum and in between your thighs, he makes sure to pepper small kisses while completing his task, but it only made your smile grow against the pillow before he dumps the sticky cloth into a nearby bin.
Nanami picks up his trousers from the floor and fumbles with the pockets, taking out two items before crawling into bed next to you and pulling the sheets over both of your nude bodies. He leans his back against the headboard as he takes out a cigarette from the pack, placing the stick in his mouth. You watch him carefully as one hand holds the lighter while the other cuffs around his mouth, the cigarette hanging lazily from his lips as he lights it up. Your turn on your back with a small sigh, hearing Nanami’s occasional exhales as you basked into a comfortable silence.
“I’m gonna refurbish the house.” You state quietly, your eyes fixed on the ceiling. You can feel Nanami watch you from the corner of your eye, before you propped your elbow on the mattress to look at his face, manicured fingers caressing his bare chest as they trailed the blond hairs that littered down his sternum. “A new place won’t remind me why it all went wrong.” You elaborate softly, Nanami exhales out a cloud of smoke, before questioning monotonously, “You have the money for that?”
“I will.” You hum knowingly, before crawling to sit on his lap, the sheets tangling between your naked forms. “You sure you wanna go after everything he’s got?” Nanami cautiously asks, recalling your conversation after the incident with your assailant, when you had stated your intention of taking over all of your husband’s assets. Revenge is petty, but you believed it’s the most convenient solution for the likes of your husband.
“Claiming the house worked in my favour, although it is missing something..” you trail off smoothly. Nanami arches an amused eyebrow, a hand resting behind his head as his lips wrap around the cigarette once again, the butt flickering with red specks as he inhales the nicotine. You peck his neck and throat, before trailing down his chest, your lips pressing against his skin in between every word as you travel down to his navel, “A handsome..successful..blond lawyer.”
Nanami only smirks knowingly as you flutter your eyelashes at him. When you stepped into his office a week ago, he confidently predicted that you would be a difficult client to work with given your high status — the typical spoiled wife, only known for her title as the spouse along with your charming looks. But you were a lot smarter than Nanami gave you credit for. You weren’t just a persistent woman like you had declared earlier, your intelligence and resilience have also gotten you everything you had wanted. And if there is one thing Nanami wasn’t proven wrong about so far, it was that first assumptions aren’t exactly always correct.
“That can be arranged.”
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Nanami Kento | Jujutsu Kaisen
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jjk househusbands (volume one)
includes: ryomen sukuna, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento
pairing: househusband!various x fem!reader
note: had to separate it all because it was too long! this is it folks, this is my brand now (also added a few characters)
warnings: female reader, slight implications to overworking, children, mentions of guns, mentions of breastfeeding and food, everyone in this series is aged up, some of these characters may be obsessed with you because i can’t write without worship
synopsis:
a series about jujutsu kaisen househusbands; volume 1, featuring their titles + random drabbles in being househusbands!
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ryomen sukuna — the competitive;
always so mad at the littlest things, you know sukuna shows his affection through tough love. sometimes it gets out of hand to the point you’re threatening a divorce (always makes him stop), sometimes it feels rarely sentimental.
it’s hard to keep up with him constantly trying to one up the other housewives and househusbands, with you and your kids unwillingly dragged in the “competition” and god, do his insults burn when you somehow fucked up in his vision. brash man, brash househusband.
even your kid can’t keep up with him anymore and he’s so competitive. (yuji, your angel of a son, the complete opposite of his daddy who’s either possessed by satan or is satan, who knows)
up to his garden of vegetables, down to the bento that you bring to work, he’s fucking obsessed with being better than everyone for you and with you. it gets tiring but he just wants to be like you and be as professional as his girlboss even if it’s just at home.
but in terms of parenting, he’s the best daddy ever. not strict either, he’ll let yuji run around and be as hyper as he wants. yuji will never want chips as long as sukuna’s around, his cooking is enough! his favorite hobby of all is making yuji do what he does with him, knitting? he made sweaters for the whole family but he’s praising yuji like crazy when he makes a scarf.
imagine this eight foot monster greeting you by the doorstep, pulling you in real good with a squeeze to the waist and kissin your cheek before he points at yuji and tells you, — “gets all that fuckin’ talent from his mommy.”
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Overtime | Namami Kento
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playmate of the year.
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synopsis ↷ congratulations on playmate of the year, too bad the others don’t think you deserve it. dating the ceo must have it’s perks, right? but don’t take it to heart too much, jealousy is never pretty on anyone.
warnings ↷ dubcon, age gap (37 vs. 22), power dynamics, alcohol consumption, light impact play, size kink, breeding, daddy kink, playmate/bunny reader, ceo nanami, detailed anxiety attack, trying to fit nanami's cock in you while he sips on wine.
character ↷ nanami kento.
wc ↷ 3.5K
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Uncomfortable. Uncomfortable and out of place is what (Name) felt as she stood in the mix of the seemingly never ending crowd. The growing knot of anxiety that sat in her chest was becoming unbearable as more unfamiliar faces with large fake smiles congratulated her with hugs and chaste kisses to the cheek. Everything felt like a fever dream. Like she was on the brink of drowning in a large body of roaring waters struggling to keep her head a float. The more she thrashed and panicked, the more water she let into her lungs. (Name) felt like she was choking but her outward demeanor and appearance didn’t match what she had been feeling on the inside. She didn’t know at what point she got so good at hiding her emotions so well but at times like this she was thankful no one could tell that she was quite literally on the verge of passing out.
The gentle smile on her lips was so inviting and warm as she walked through the crowd but her eyes were in desperate search of somewhere quiet— somewhere that she could calm the harsh and destructive waves that she called her mind. She wanted to feel like a small pond on a blooming spring day decorated with lily pads and a family of ducks that splashed around gently. Not an ocean in the middle of a dark and intense storm, the kind of storm that made captains and pirates alike fear for their lives when out sailing the high-high seas. (Name) found a bit of that solidarity in a quiet hallway somewhere tucked away from the madness of the event. She thanked her instincts, the need to find a tranquil place led her feet to where she was now.
The coolness from the wall felt good against her fervent skin. She was far away enough from the bustling party for the music and the laughs to be muffled from the distance. The champagne flute held in her manicured hand had condensation droplets clinging onto the glass. (Name) was lost in thought as she stared at the fizzy, pale yellow drink. Her hand made the liquid swirl around the glass making the bubbles pop louder. She felt her heart rate regulate back to its resting pacing and her thoughts begin to settle down. Too caught up in her own thoughts, she didn’t hear the elegant footsteps coming towards her until a pair of expensive dress shoes were caught in her line of sight.
(Name)’s eyes trailed up the man that stood in front of her from his shoes, to his luxury pinstripe suit and all the way to his handsome chiseled face. He had a good few inches on her height, even in her heels. There wasn’t a single hair out of place as his hardened brown eyes looked down at you with a blank stare on his features. There was something so compelling about his presence— so spellbinding that anyone could go weak in the knees and dumb in the head just by his stare.
Nanami Kento. 37. CEO of Playboy Enterprises. Her boss. Her lover.
“Congratulations.” His voice sounded like honey and velvet as he spoke. It never failed to make her heart skip a beat making her feel like she was back in grade school and her crush just looked at her and smiled. The intense feeling of infatuation is what she felt for him.
“Kento, thank you.” (Name) offered him a soft smile, or rather a weak one. Her dampened energy didn’t go unnoticed by the handsome blond. Nanami took a step closer to her, his body pressed against her frame as his large hand cupped her chin making her look up at him. He smelled so good, he was wearing that cologne she liked so much. Burberry Amber Heath. His scent, his presence, his touch— it all made her feel good. He made her feel good.
Their relationship was far from appropriate. It was the first rule in the handbook: direct or indirect relationships with clients and members are strictly prohibited from dating or having sexual relationships within the company. Maybe it was an “abuse” of Nanami’s power when he got involved with her. Maybe it was a little… unethical that he fed into the fact that no one would say anything to his face about the relationship, they wouldn’t dare to if they still wanted a job. Maybe it was a little questionable when her CEO offered to take her home after her shift at the cabaret. Nanami couldn’t help himself, (Name) was so… charming and it helped that she was drop dead stunning.
Now, Nanami was a calculated man. A realist. But he couldn’t help but to think visiting one of his clubs on that particular night had to be fate. Naturally, he was saw with the top bunny of the night: (Name). He remembers her greeting him with a joyous “Hi, Mr. Nanami! What can I get for ya?” Her pearly white smile, her cheerful giggles and the way her bunny suit hugged her curves all had him smitten. He’s seen his fair share of beautiful faces but she had a glow to her as she worked the floor, twirling around effortlessly in her heels while she held a silver serving tray that held various foods and wines. Nanami wanted her for himself. Selfish? Yes, but he wasn’t a man that was used to hearing “no.” He saw something in her that he liked, something that he wanted more of. Nanami thought of himself as a good judge of character and: he liked her. Nanami saw potential in her
“Why are you alone?” He asked, his eyes studying for any signs of distress. Her eyes shifted to the side when she heard loud voices and giggles. A group of attendees walked past the end of the hallway frame, one of them saying something about not being able to find the bathroom through the rest of the group’s chatter. Nanami didn’t take his eyes off her, instead opting to gaze down at her side profile. He was looking for something. Searching for the truth as if staring a hole into her was going to answer all the questions he had. Nanami gave her head a gentle but firm turn so that her attention was back on him.
“The other girls are giving me nasty looks tonight, ‘makes me run away.” (Name) said with a subtle pout forming on her cherry glossed lips. Nanami wondered if they were flavored— your lips. He’s not one to admit it but he enjoys it when he can taste the fruity sweetness of your gloss transfer onto his lips teasing at his taste buds.
“Don’t they always?” Nanami asked. He didn’t mean to sound insensitive, she knew it, but his bluntness still stung.
“I mean,” She started, there was an attempt to find her wording but she stopped and deflated. “Yeah.”
“What’s different tonight?”
“I don’t know..” She trailed off, feeling tears well up in her waterline. “Excuse me.”
(Name)’s free hand pushed gently at his chest but Nanami didn’t budge. He saw her mentally checking out— her emotions taking over once again causing her to begin the self destruct process. She pushes at his chest again, if you could even call it a push. It was more of a gentle tap accompanied with a pout and a weak “hmph.” In other words that meant, “Please move, I want to cry.”
“You’re upset.” Nanami states as an observation.
“No,” (Name) pauses and tries to find her composure. “I just won playmate of the year. I’m very happy..” Her voice is cracking. “See? Happy.” She puts on a poor excuse for a genuine smile.
“Then why do you have tears in your eyes?” He asked.
“I dunno,” The answer she gave him was juvenile— something you hear when a child is being asked about something they don’t want to admit or speak about.
“You don’t know or you don’t want to tell me?” Nanami sighs. The tears at her eyes were getting fat and heavy, threatening to spill onto her cheeks at any given moment. (Name) stayed silent at his response looking up at him with a look Nanami would classify as “pitiful.”
“Tell me something,” Nanami pulled out the meticulously folded handkerchief from his breast pocket. “How am I supposed to make you feel better, if you don’t tell me what’s on your mind?” He took the silky cloth up to her waterline and told you to look up with a soft but ushering voice— dabbing her tears away before they messed up the makeup she worked so hard on.
“I heard them talkin’ about me,” She started, her voice was shaky. “Sayin’ I don’t deserve the title and it’s not fair because ‘m sleeping with you.” (Name)
“Do you think that’s true?” He stopped his motions to tilt his head while he looked at her.
“No!” She furrowed her brows upward. “I worked really hard this year.” It was true, she did work hard for the award, but it would be ignorant to say that Nanami’s power and influence in the company didn’t help her at all, because it did. But even without him, she was already well on her way to being promoted up in the company. There were many eyes on her the more and more popular she became with the guests. It seemed like her meeting Nanami was bound to happen one way or another.
“Then why are you shedding tears over it?” He asked.
“My feelings are hurt, Kento!” She stomped her foot down in an act of frustration, the sound of her heel clicking against the marbled floor and echoed down the hallway. He sighed before speaking.
“You care too much of what people think of you.” Nanami’s voice was quite the contrast compared to hers. He was calm, rational and collected while she was on the verge of a tantrum.
“But then again, you’ve always been quite emotional, haven’t you?” A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It makes her heart skip a beat, she can’t help the warm and tingly feeling spreading throughout her chest.
“Can’t help it, Ken.” She pouted again. “Do I look horrible?”
“Never.” There was no hesitation when he answered.
“You look handsome.” She smiled and brought her hand up to his cheek.
“I know. You’ve told me many times already.” Namami took her hand and brought it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.
“I still feel sad.” (Name) said.
“What do you propose we do, angel?” he asked against her skin, his chocolate brown eyes shifting to her (color) ones.
“I wanna be alone with you.” She said,
“Are we not now?” There’s a hint of playfulness in his tone.
“At home.” (Name) wasn’t amused and gave him a deadpan look. She pulls her hand away from him gently.
“Are you suggesting that I leave my event and for you to leave your celebration early?” Nanami asked.
“Please, Kento.” She whined. “Said you wanted to make me feel better, don’t turn on me too.”
“If that’s what you want. Let’s go home.”
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After two glasses of wine, (Name) found herself straddling her lover as they sat in the living room. The lights were dimmed giving the space an intimate atmosphere. The alcohol was already taking its effect on (Name). Her body and the apples of her cheeks felt warm and flushed. It was a wine type of drunk, the kind of buzz that left her feeling cozy, relaxed and sensual.
Nanami’s white button down was rolled up to his elbows and undone just enough to expose his chest and the upper part of his abs. His dress pants and boxer briefs were around his ankles, his cock hard in your manicured hand.
“Take your time.” Nanami chided lightly before bringing the glass of red wine up to his lips. His other arm was extended along the frame of the couch while his eyes were focused on how she rubbed the head of his cock between her glistening folds. (Name) sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down lightly at the sensation of his member rubbing against her sensitive clit. She tried again-- lining him up to her hole. (Name)’s weight sunk down slowly, she let out a pained whimper when the tip of his cock entered her. The tip of his cock was barely in and she was already struggling. (Name) rarely rode him, but when she did she always had a bit of trouble leaving Nanami to do all the work.
“‘M trying,” (Name) whimpered and looked up at him. “’s too big.” She sat back on his lap. Her hand stroked at his length as it stood at attention between them.
“You’ve taken it before.” Nanami said, his voice very matter of fact. He swirled the red substance around in the clear glass before bringing it up to his lips once more. His brown eyes never left her own.
“I know,” She whined again. “But it's different when I put it in. Help me, please.” Her brows were knit together and her lips formed a pout. Nanami thought she looked so fucking kissable right now. A little tipsy, but so needy and pretty for him, having such a hard time fitting his fat cock in her tight pussy. She still wore the dress from earlier in the night. The bottom hem of the garment was bunched up over her hips and the silk noodle strap fabric past off her shoulders exposing her pretty tits and pebbled nipples. How could he say no to her? He couldn’t.
Nanami let out a deep sigh, placing his hand on her hip. (Name) bit her lip with a smile and grabbed the glass from his other hand. Instinctively, his other hand found his cock urging her to sit up with a nonverbal tap to her thigh. (Name) did as she was told with a hum. He was too busy to notice that she had been sipping down the rest of the wine left in smooth gulps. The sudden stretch from the intrusion made her audibly choke. Nanami’s head snapped up, looking at her with a hard look. She gulped rather hard and coughed— the red liquid pebbling at her plump lips and some droplets running down her chin. He grabbed the glass from her hands and placed it on the end table beside them then wasted little time placing a firm hand on the back of her neck, pulling her down to capture her lips with his.
Nanami tasted the tart sweetness on her lips as their mouths moved in sync with one another falling deeper and deeper into the sensation of the kiss. (Name)’s body melted onto his, her arms wrapping around his head as her hands found their home in his hair. Nanami guided her to sink down further and further on his cock, not missing how her breath hitched when she stretched around the widest part of his cock. She felt so full— fucking stuffed when she finally bottomed out. (Name) broke away from his lips. Her forehead rested on his as she looked into his warm brown eyes with a blissed out smile on her face
“‘Stretchin’ me out, Nami.” (Name) let out.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” He gave her a smile.
“Yeah,” She breathed out. “Yeah, ‘feels good.” She nodded against his head as she rolled her weight on his lap.
Soon (Name)’s arms were wrapped tightly around Nanami’s neck, her face buried in his neck while she moaned and fucked herself on his cock. God, it felt good. It felt so fucking good. His cock was so big, it stretched her cunt out perfect every time they fucked. She felt every vein that ran along the length of his cock. The veins and the slight curve of his cock made the drag against her puffy and velvety walls made her feel like she might go insane from the pleasure. (Name) cried out broken sobs into his skin. Her voice was muffled and so incredibly needy— begging for help, crying that she couldn’t do it by herself. Although Nanami thought her pleas sounded gorgeous, he decided to help. He wasn’t going to be so mean tonight, after all, tonight was supposed to be a celebration for her.
Nanami’s hands found their way to her ass, kneading and spreading her cheeks as he pounded up into her sopping cunt. (Name) clung onto him so snuggly while his gaze was fixed over her shoulder. The way her ass jiggled at every impact was mesmerizing, almost trance inducing. He positioned his hips at a new angle and earned a high pitched cry from her. She sat up, her palms rested on his thick pecs as she tried to steady herself from the force of his thrusts.
(Name) could cum right now just by looking at him— his hardened gaze looking up at her with a cherry dusted nose bridge and cheeks. The usual meticulous style in his hair gone and replaced with sex hair and few stray hairs sticking to the thin sheet of sweat coating his forehead. (Name) voice got stuck in her throat at a particularly hard thrust, she was seeing stars.
“K-Ken- Kento!” She struggled to get his name out, fumbling over the syllables.
“What are you calling for, sweet girl?” He asked.
“You-! Need more of you, daddy,” (Name) whined. His balls clenched at the title, suddenly feeling himself on the onset of his high. “You’re already making a mess on my cock,” Nanami tutted. “I can’t possibly give you more, angel. Don’t be so greedy.” He locked his jaw, his voice becoming slightly strained as he got closer to his release.
“‘Wanna cum together, please.” She hiccupped. “‘Wanna make you cum, Kento,”
“Go ahead, angel. Make me cum, make daddy proud.” His composure was slowly starting to crumble right before her. It was subtle, but the way he furrowed his brows and parted his lips let her know that he was close.
(Name) began bouncing on his cock, her tits jiggled with every time he thrusted into her. The sound of skin slapping skin, her moans and his breathy sighs filled the large and luxurious living area. Nanami’s hand slid it’s way along her torso, massaging at her breast before tugging at her pebbled nipple hard. The action makes her mewl, a mischievous smile growing on his lips as she looks down at him.
“Mm, hurt me more, daddy.” (Name) giggled through a moan.
“Be quiet you little minx,” Nanami gave her a slap hard enough to sting. His fingers found their way into her mouth— fingertips hitting the back of her throat triggering her gag reflex. She made her mouth of good use, sucking on his pretty fingers as if it was his cock. Nanami enjoyed the feeling of her warm and slick mouth working up and down his fingers. The knot in his lower stomach was becoming increasingly harder to ignore.
(Name) felt everything even down to the pulsating of his cock. It was fucking addicting. Nanami always fucked her so good to the point where she would drool and would forget even her own name. Fuck, She wanted to cum so, so, bad. She was so close it wasn’t even funny, she wanted nothing more than for him to stuff her pussy full of his cum and leave her leaking. Nanami’s eyebrow twitched and his hips faltered.
“I’m close.” He groaned.
“Fill me up, please, please-” She pleaded with tears pricking at the corners of her eyes when she felt her walls clamp around his cock, her own orgasm blossoming in her lower belly and spreading throughout her entire body in intense and rhythmic waves.
“Christ, I’m cumming.’ He murmured, feeling the knot in his belly uncoil. Nanami’s body froze as he pumped his hot cum inside her pussy. (Name) fell into his chest, her breathing labored as she felt him throb and pulsate against her creamy walls. Her hips still rolled onto his, milking every last drop he could give her. He held her hips firmly into place after a while as the overstimulation became too much for him to enjoy.
She smiled lazily into his neck, her teeth nipping gently at his skin before looking up at him with glassy eyes. Nanami looked as fucked out as he possibly could be: chest heaving, skin glowy, hair messy and yet, he still looked put together. His eyes were shut but he could feel her stare.
“What is it?” He asked.
“Nothing, you're just handsome.” Her gentle hand touched the side of his chiseled cheek making his eyes flutter open.
“You should get ready for bed soon.” Nanami took her hand and kissed it. “You have a shoot early tomorrow.”
“Come shower with me first?” A hopeful smile on (Name)’s lips.
‘If it’ll get you out of my hair, I will.” He looks at her with lidded eyes and a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
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