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[honeeslust]

Kento Nanami | The 7:3 Sorcerer part. 2

🖤I’m so sorry for making y’all wait. But here goes.

🖤 WC -1k

Again you we're thrashing from the way he denied you another promising release when he snatched those purposeful digits from you. Your husbands fingers slipped into your hair, a forceful tug pulling you upright, effectively trapping you against him with a brawn arm draped possessively crossed your chest. " you're gonna show me how much of a good girl you can be... hmm?"

So unruly this man had become with you and your throbbing heartbeat could be felt between your legs. You panted, pushing your ass back further into him. You'd do anything to feel more of this friction from him. You bit your tongue when his hand tightened at the base of your throat. " You won't come until daddy lets you. Understood?" He told you placing scalding fingertips to the back of your thigh, lifting your leg and placing it atop his desk.

" I said do you understand me?" he growls forcing your head to turn, bringing your puffy wet mouth closer to his. " I understand." You breathed, shuddered breaths fanning against his lips. " You understand what?"

" I - I understand daddy." He laughs gruffly, setting you aflame inside. The sound of his belt hastily being undone was the sweetest melody to your horn-brained ears. " Not until I say pretty doll." he reminds you finally releasing the vice of his hand over your throat. He forced you back to the hard surface, preparing himself with a few strokes along his thick shaft.

No matter how much your body committed the familiar sweet kiss of his tip upon your swelled labia to memory...It still felt like the first, only now, as he teased, you felt every nerve prickling in fearful anticipation. You really didn't know how you could keep your self from detonating upon impact.

Up and down he went, savoring the flowing wetness from you that now mixed with his own drip. Yet he wasn't whispering his sweet nothings in your ear, no he were seductively goading you, " my pretty little tease looks good so when she's desperate, you like this shit? Don't you?"

The way he were moving his spear so tantalizingly slow along the seam of your lips, then down and around that hot little honey pot was so was delicious that it was making you toil against his hold. " I can't I can't ahhh." You knew It was going to be over the moment you felt him spreading you open.

" No? You can't pretty doll?" he grunted bullying his way inside, your yelp ringing out among the walls and pleasing him so. " Ahhh ragh ahhh ken, I'll come I know it daddy."

" mmmmhmm." he says buzzing from head to toe with a new found satisfaction from the way he filled you up, the tight squeeze of you all but assuring how bad he needed this. His pretty doll weak and writhing on his talented cock was bringing him closer to that beast he'd always kept under lock and key with a tortuous amount of discipline.

" Kento baby please, I don't think I can't take much more." You implored him with wide eyes peeking over your shoulder. You were transfixed by the sight of him, his shirt open, once neatly coiffed hair falling over his brow. The tight line running down the length of his torso curving with the arch of his hips as the depths he reached had the first wave of convulsions threatening to make you disobey. His jarring thrusts had you squealing as you tried to escape his powerful blows.

" stay put pretty doll, daddy wants to make a mess of you." He hissed knitting his fingers into your hair again, pulling now as he were drawing shallower breaths every time he drew his hips back and forth in perfect perpetuity.

The trembly core of you wasn't far from release as he exacted every blow impeccably. His blooming apex kissed your cervix, repeatedly prodding that sweet spot with an almost magical kiss. He lost in you. You just plain lost the more every resounding blow became too much for your mind to fathom. " Ken ken ken please, I wanna come." He were close too, your walls giving a tighter wetter hug now. " sssss yes my doll. Beg me. fuck you make me crazy you know that. So fucking crazy." Said your man as he were losing his restraint and focusing everything on the way he could break you. Arresting you, he gripped tight, using your restraint as reins to keep you still as he fucked you deeper.

Your warm and cushy walls thanked your husbands swollen cock with an affectionate squeeze. Your toes curled, your legs were growing weak with how his assaults on you growing fierce. " Ssss hold still baby, you wanted me mean right so don’t you fuckin run now.?You can take it baby." He taunts, an icy blue mist expanding around you to his will and enabling as him to find the means of your undoing with inhuman ease. Every nerve in your body felt what you couldn't see. Before your brain could even attempt to comprehend what was happening, he were bringing you flush against him as the residuals of his power enrapturing you.

His hand under your thigh, the other upon your throat as he moved. The world fell away and you fell limp against him. " Come for me." you'd never been so thankful. Stars dotted the backs of your eyelids. " Yes yes yesyesyesyesyea fuuucck ahh I'm coming." You wailed pouring wet around him as he bounced you, not caring who else in the building could hear. " mmmmmmhhphhh" he groaned in unison with that last soaked clench of you pulling tight around him as your battered womb was coated with your husband's creamy hot elixir.

Sweat and static was all that was between you. His feverish chest meeting your back as you finally felt the sting of his teeth that were in your shoulder. He panted, you sighed. His lips met your sweet smile and when your eyes finally unscrewed shut, his familiar warmth was there in his eyes. A small hand found his face and he kissed the mark his bite had left behind. You shared a sated kiss before he finally let you go.

Part 1

From the honey pot 🍯

@callm3senpaii @blkkizzat @littlemochabunni @i-literally-cant-with-this

[honeeslust]

Kento who is just him

It’s the way he can read you, your mind, your body.

It’s the way he can tell you need him to kiss you, just by the way you tilt your head when you smile at him.

Its the way he knows exactly where to put his hands, igniting that part of you that just cannot wait to submit to him.

It’s the way he would have you begging for his cum as he pushed that heavy bulge right under your ass.

It’s the way he arrests you with one hand, drawing a sensuous line up the sides of your thighs with the other, leaving you to squirm from his slow touch.

It’s the way Daddy knows exactly where hes going when he slowly pushes that hefty cock into you. Inch by velvety inch.

It’s the way he holds himself there shuddering from the warming clench of your greedy core. You would call out his name as his cock jolted against your spot making you drive your hips back wanting him to finally obliterate you.

It’s his smoky dark voice in your ear. “Be still greedy girl.”

It’s the please Kento, I need you that makes him finally move.

It’s the way he can fuck you so slow and so steady, so hard yet so gentle that your drenching his cock almost immediately.

They don’t call him the 7:3 sorcerer for nothing.

From the honey Pot 🍯

[honeeslust]

Honee. HONEE ... I need some Nanamin tasting wedding cakes with his blushing bride to be. And the way she's eating each bite and moaning about how delicious they are has his all sorts o' flustered.

He's gotta shut her up somehow!!

I♡ysm, beauty!

Wait I'm nervous… 🙃 Okayyy Let's go. 🖤

Kento cant hide the blush currently staining his cheeks crimson….

You've tasted a few of the selections already but none of them garnered quite the reaction you were displaying now. Your manners are long forgotten as you moan about how good it is. The foodie in you is in heaven, sighing intently as the flavors marinate on your tongue. God! Your tongue. Spearing between your lips, licking them slow. Your eyes nearly crossing. your legs bouncing under the table just as you break into your signature involuntary yummy dance. The display brings a smile to his face and a sudden heat arises within him. Kento leans in close to swipe away the icing from the corner of your mouth. He licks the treat from the back of his thumb, his thoughts easily being led astray by the way you test his composure. Your dress keeps shifting a little further up your thighs every time you turn to him holding the spoon up to his lips. But it's not quite this little incident alone that gets him. It's more the way you try and hide the sudden hitch in your breath the moment his hand finds your knee under the table. Yes. That's it. He can turn the tables on you now. His princess is incapable keeping a straight face when hands as brawn and adept as his are, slyly start slipping further back so he can squeeze your thigh, effortlessly making your chubby leg feel slight under his palms. You just barely save face but don't think he doesnt notice the way you immediately divert your gaze when you lock eyes with him. You're all too familiar with that arduous stare and what comes after. A mix of apprehension and excitement forces your eyes wide as you sit straighter, clenching your thighs as though that would ever stop the sudden tightening in your core. His fingers delve further between your legs, coming so close to your heat that you twist in your seat reaching to catch his hand. You shoot off a look in the bakers direction who luckily is too preoccupied with plating the next round of desert combinations to notice. Your attempt to stop him is met with his fingertips digging into that sweet spot between your thighs to tickle you. Nanamin. You whisper accenting his name with extra letters as you try to situate your dress. Saying his name like that? You must want him to lay you out on this table and turn you into desert. His hand stays exactly where it is. Even as the baker returns none the wiser to your fiance’s naughty advances. This time, it's his turn to taste and the desert is definitely mouthwatering. But he’s willing to bet it'd taste even better if he could savor it directly from your mouth. One lingering look at those lips and he’s sure. He chews slow, eyes simmering. temples flaring, his jaw tensing… his hand still squeezing. His stare indicative of the racy thoughts occupying his mind.

Its more than just that cake he wants to devour.

And I don't mean the one on the plate 😝

@i-literally-cant-with-this, thanks for the ask. This was fun. I hope you enjoy it baby cakes 🥰