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Into It - Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader

tags: NSFW, workplace, Mr. Nanami has an obsession, overthinking, progressively dirtier thoughts, stalker behavior, seat licking, mention of footplay [i know, i'm sorry], masturbation in workplace, territory-marking, [i mean some seriously off-handle shit happens and i feel like tagging them would spoil the surprise], y/n is used, panty stuffing, foreplay, semi-public sex, slow burn sex, creampie, snowballing, not really proofread just shared with fellow degenerates word count: 6.52 k synopsis: Nanami Kento loves seeing you at the workplace. [headcanon idea provided by bllue_soul on twitter, their art is amazing, their obsession with Nanami is immaculate] a/n: i want this man (SPICY) to spit in my mouth after he eats taco bell. I'd let him use my asshole as an ashtray. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

Nanami loved when you wore blue in the office. He'd never say it, but Nanami made sure to get up for a cup of coffee when you'd show up in the morning.

Five minutes late as usual, even on days you were scheduled later. Nanami couldn't explain why it was that exact time, every time, but you always walked through the elevator doors with your coffee cup in hand, looking for your ID in your purse.

Knee-length pencil skirt, black. Teal blue silk button-up. Heels. The strappy kind that went around your ankle and sleek. The bottoms were scuffed because of daily use, except for Fridays when you wore your black sneakers.

He refilled his cup, catching glances of you through the glass of the breakroom. You were running late, yes, but today was different. You reached to strap up your heel, wearing an entirely new skirt half shorter than the regular.

With a lift of your knee to a lobby table, you fixed your shoe and inadvertently flashed your lacy blue panties. Nanami stepped closer to the counter, acknowledging the sudden throb of his cock at the sight. He narrowed his eyes, catching onto more of the previously hidden skin of your inner thighs.

He'd peeked before, passing by you in the downstairs cafe but was caught by the slip you wore underneath. But now you were as careless as possible, as if you'd wanted Nanami to notice all of you.

He would've popped a blood vessel if he didn't keep his composure; a slick icy dew settled down his spine as he pulled his coffee cup to his lips and disguised his gulp. Nanami slowly tore his eyes away from your elongated legs as you stood upright, as you adjusted your skirt just past your thighs.

He stole another glance as you walked in, admiring the tilt of your hips when you walked and how this new skirt of yours aided the visual.

Nanami cleared his throat when another coworker entered and discreetly adjusted himself in his slacks before taking an actual swig of his coffee. He excused himself to his desk and sat down precisely, making sure his chair was two inches in the way of the walkway.

You exchanged your greetings to your coworkers as you breezed by them, taking long pulls of your coffee while you made it to your desk aisle.

Upon your turn, you noticed Kento sat upright in his chair almost purposefully in the walkway.

"Good morning, Nanami," you offered with a small smile pursed on your lips.

Your free hand went to his shoulder and carefully cupped it, willing yourself to not squeeze and admire the amount of muscle he hid under his suit.

You cleared your throat as you sidled around his chair, your thigh brushing his knee while your hand pushed him in rotation to watch you walk by.

Nanami's eyes were trained on your hand for the moment you touched him, then stole a peek at your ass as you breezed by him. This coy display of yours made his heart race in his ears.

"Y/N, you're late," he chastised softly, rotating the full 180 with his eyes glued on yours all the way to your seat.

"I know," you pouted, sitting down carefully at your chair. You pressed your knees together and tucked your legs just under the seat. "The line at the coffee shop was so long, even when I got there early."

Nanami tightened his jaw, straightened his tie and put on his best composure; you smiled at his efforts, how he slicked at his hair and flattened his tie to his chest.

"I even got you something," you cut in, stalling his scolding you. You dug into your purse and retrieved a singular wrapped cake pop, coated with light blue sprinkles over the beige icing. "Reminded me of you."

Nanami's eyes remained blank though the underside of his right one twitched; you held the treat out to him and he took it with a low tone of thanks.

"That's not all," you offered, going through your bag again to retrieve a bottle of iced coffee. "I know you like hot coffee, but I brought you a cold brew. More caffeine."

Nanami stiffened further, watching as you set the glass bottle on your shared desk then pushed it with the tips of your fingers over to him. Your effort was cute, pushing past the small conjoining crack as you remained fully in your seat.

He could see down your blouse then, past the teal blue silk and in to see another catch of lace. Nanami gulped, his free hand clutching the top of the cold brew bottle and slamming his eyes shut.

"Thank you, Y/N."

You sat upright with a snap, folding your hands to your lap with a cheeky smile. "No problem, Nanamin."

His cock was seething now, so hot and throbbing for you without you even noticing his slow descent.

You forced your knees tighter together, hoping to hide the sudden wet you had for Nanami as you did everyday sitting in front of him. So badly you wanted to be his office pet, for him to keep his attention focused on you rather than work.

With a curt nod in your direction, he slid into his corner office desk and logged onto his computer. You watched the man square his shoulders, finishing off his cup of coffee before you turned around in your chair.

Nanami peeked from the corner of his eye to you, wheeling yourself tight into your cubicle and reaching for the straps of your heels. Like clockwork, they helped you walk in but the constant sprint to the train, even when you're running early, warred on your arches.

He carefully mapped the flex of your calves as you kicked your heels off and rested your bare feet on the low-pile carpet.

Nanami thought of you, one day, resting your tired feet on his lap. How you'd press your aching arches into his thigh while silently willing him to ease the stress in them. He'd happily do so, for you, if you asked nicely.

-

By break-time, the swell of Nanami's cock subsided to replace his actual work. While you were in the forefront of his mind, you were subdued when his eyes weren't on you. He focused on numbers that repeated in sequence until you logged off of your computer and put your shoes on.

"I'm going to lunch with some of the girls," you offered, sidling around to face Nanami's back. "Would you like to come?"

Nanami paused in typing, the thought striking through his core. Very badly, he thought, all over your tits and tongue. He raised his brows, turning his chin over his shoulder slightly to you.

"No, thank you."

You hummed, pushing to your feet with your hand resting on Nanami's desk. "Would you like me to get you something?"

You reached a curious hand out, wanting to brush through the back of Kento's short blond hair. Your hand stagnated in the air before you balled your fist and dropped it to your waist.

He tilted his chin in your direction, catching your eyes. Nanami's jaw tightened, staring at your soft gaze back at him. The harsh lights of the office did absolutely nothing well for your features, but lightning nonetheless was beautiful haloed around you.

Nanami shook his head in response, pushing away from his desk with a log off. You leaned further into Nanami's view, taking up more of his scenery.

"Would you like to get drinks with us tonight?" You asked, tilting a hip against the desk.

Nanami kept his eyes locked with yours, his lax eyes watching as your ass shelved onto the desk and rode your already short-skirt further up.

"Us?" He repeated, turning sideways to hid his once again growing bulge.

You smiled, scoffed in amusement as your hand reached out to push Nanami to face you. "The girls from work. I'm sure they won't mind you tagging along."

Nanami stuffed his hands into his pockets instantly, doing his best to hide the stiffening tent in his slacks. The precarious position he was in before you was nothing he hadn't imagined before.

You leaned against the desk before him, his chair placed directly before you. "I-I don't think I should."

"Oh, come on," you pleaded softly, lowering your voice as your coworkers began to file out to grab lunch. "I'll buy you a drink."

The ache slowly roared up Nanami's stomach, taking all of you in.

"I'll think about it," he said, sitting back in his chair. "Now, go on, before you miss lunch with your friends."

You smiled and pushed off of the desk, straightening out your skirt before walking away. "You want me to bring you something back?"

Nanami followed your movements around to the front of his cubicle; he grinned suddenly and shook his head.

"No, go." He raised a hand to wave you off. "Go, before you're late coming back."

You scrunched your nose at him then pat your hand on top of his cubicle before walking off. The way his dull stare looked into you, locked into you while he kept his attention directed at you made you feel warmer inside.

You wrung the handle of your purse on your shoulder as you walked out of the office, looking back a final time to see Nanami standing up to refresh his cup of coffee.

Nanami was careful moving while still in your line of sight. He ignored your gaze and went to the breakroom to clean his coffee cup. More of his coworkers filed out of the office, leaving him alone for the hour lunch they had.

Upon seeing you leave, Nanami took the opportunity to return back to his desk. With the lights automatically shutting off, Nanami rested his head in the exact space where you sat on the desk.

He breathed softly at the remnant of warmth you left, turning his face to press his nose right where he imagined your panties touched the surface. All of it, so warm. Nanami pressed his tongue to the surface, knowing that he wouldn't find anything of note in your wake but imagined the heavy damp of your pussy.

Nanami huffed against the desk, resting his forehead to it as he fumbled with his belt buckle. The thought of eating you out on the very desk after hours drove the heat right back to his throbbing cock.

He took grip of his cock and stroked once, stopping his breath on the thought of you sat where his head was now. Like a dog, he lapped at the desk top while he squeezed tight at his cock and stroked long and slow.

Nanami sniffed up all of your scent, licked up all that he could before he felt your essence was dissipated from the top. He'd normally hold off on such outward displays in regards to you, but today felt like more.

He moved away from the desk in a pant, dropping to his knees and trudging to your chair. Imagining the day he'd lay his head on your lap, let your tired feet fumble over his raw cock, Nanami stroked and inhaled deeply at your chair.

Kento breathed deeply at your seat, dragging his tongue over the aerated mesh of your chair. He imagined your skirt ridden up further while you sat, your lacy blue panties rubbing against the mesh.

Kento opened his eyes to look at your seat, the thin string of your panties woven into the mesh. His brow quirked and gnawed at the spot to free the string.

He thought of your panties catching, your pussy touching the mesh and riling yourself up while at work. Naughty girl, he thought, squeezing his cock harder as he finally came.

With a kneel, Nanami reached out for your to-go coffee cup and brought it to his dripping cock. He leaked all of his cum from his tip and into the empty cup, staring down at its ooze mixing with the legs of the coffee remnant at the bottom.

He caught his breath, bent over your chair, letting his cock twitch freely into the cup until he was empty. Kento sat back on his haunches, righted his pants and belt buckle before standing up and grabbing the cup in disgust.

Carefully, he walked it to the men's restroom and discarded it in the bin, stuffing it far to the bottom and balling paper towels on top.

Nanami stood before the mirror, washing his hands while staring at the sudden blush in his demeanor. He wished to understand the allure about you over him in such a place. Even when he thought about work, you were right over his shoulder.

Like a tempting little devil in your lacy undies, crossing and uncrossing your legs in your strappy heels. Nanami knew it was wrong to want to be between them so bad while on the clock, but the stress only built with every passing by.

He leaned against the white tile of the bathroom and took a deep breath, knowing he could get through another day like he did every other one before it.

But tonight you asked him out for drinks. And he was going to go.

-

Closing down his office desk around the same time as you, Nanami stood up and righted his suit jacket in the walkway. You managed to step back into your heels a final time, strap them up and put your phone in your bag as you logged out of your computer.

"Y/N," Kento began as you took of your ID and put it into your bag.

You hummed, giving the blond man your undivided attention. He stood stiffly before you, hair and suit kempt to the nines just as you expected from him every day.

He glanced at his watch on his wrist, reached with his free hand undo his tie at the second the hands hit 5:30. "Let's get those drinks."

By his utterance, you brightened. He saw it and that look alone sent another lash of heat through his stomach. The way your eyes lit up and how your lips curled revealing your teeth in a genuine smile.

"Let's go," you pushed, moving to wrap your arm through his and walk with him to the elevator.

You rested your chin to his shoulder, peering up at him with your still egregious smile; Nanami's heart raced with how close you were to him at this moment.

He kept his pace with you, not overexerting your tired stride in your strappy heels. Nanami kept his arm bent with yours, his muscle flexing under your fingers.

"Do you workout?" You asked innocently enough, squeezing tenderly at his bicep. You felt his body tense under your touch, his muscle tightening in your grip.

You hid a roll of your eyes at that, your mind wondering to the thought of what Nanami looked with his shirt off. Your imagination on him kept you focused hard at work everyday, as if he would be able to read it on your face.

Kento's body was rigid by your touch, your question. He glanced down at you, offered a half-watt smirk.

"Not a day in my life." He added, pushing the button for the elevator and stepping inside with you.

When he thought it'd be just the two of you, your coworker friends suddenly flooded into the elevator. The bubble surrounding the two of you was now popped, all the noise of the multiple women nothing more than grating.

Still, you held onto his arm, pulled him a bit closer as you looked up at him expectantly. His heart fluttered as his cock twitched, both parts of him expecting two different things at once.

-

You managed to get the bartender's attention while Nanami sat at the table off from your coworkers. He'd loosened his tie and folded it carefully to tuck into his suit pocket.

You were leaning egregiously over the bar, waiting as the bartender fixed your drinks, no longer paying attention to how your new skirt was riding up.

Nanami wanted to sit back and admire the view, but glanced around to the other patrons. His eyes caught onto a few gentlemen's gazes, how they lined up on the curve of your ass.

He was up and behind you swiftly, his hands respectfully holding the sides of your skirt and pulling it down over your thighs.

You sat up with a grin, into Nanami, leaning your head against his shoulder. "What, don't like a show?"

Kento reddened, glancing around the bar at the other men now fixated on your proximity. He straightened his hands along your hips then backed away. I don't want to share you with other men.

You maneuvered in his hold and turned around, touching at his naked collared shirt. Nanami's hands followed up to clasp over yours. He shook his head.

"I...don't want you to be exposed." He managed to say, chastising himself internally for chastising you like this.

You slipped a hand up his neck, emboldened by his touch. "You like what you saw..."

Nanami hid a roll of his eyes, holding himself up from leaning into your hold. "Maybe a little, but this isn't the place for that."

You narrowed your eyes at Nanami, searching his calculated stare back at you. "You wanna dance?"

His brow furrowed quizzically, allowed you to push past him and ditch the drinks. You grabbed onto his wrist and led him out onto the dimly lit dance floor, the lights pointed up towards the ceiling cycling through the rainbow.

"Y/N, I don't dance," Nanami said flatly, dragging his feet after you.

"Then stand there," you responded, dropping his hand to your hip after you faced away from him. "I like a man that knows what he wants."

Nanami gulped as he felt you press against him; your skirt hiked up an inch as you slid down the length of his legs and pulled yourself back up.

Internally, he bit at his knuckles, fighting every urge to lose himself before you. Nanami reached out for your hands, holding you upright before him.

"Don't...do that," Nanami scolded, hissing into your ear.

You felt a chill roll down your spine, feeling Kento's breath husk against your skin. You forced your knees together, feeling the warmth pool further down to your pussy.

You teasingly tilted your ear in the direction of the blond's mouth. "What do you want me to do, Kento?"

An errant grimace scoured his mouth, the sound that followed it along with the grip of his hands made your breath pick up.

You felt the bulge of his cock against your ass, how it throbbed against you.

Nanami couldn't help it then, smelling your shampoo and feeling you so closely. His mouth jerked to answer but he was silenced as you swayed your hips to the switch of music.

His slammed his eyes shut, leaning against your temple as his thumbs ran along your palms. "Y/N, please."

"I can stop," you whispered, tilting your head further to look behind at Kento. "Just tell me too."

Nanami panted softly against you, ready to press you hard against him and cum in his pants. He wanted to call you out right there, tell you this was inappropriate and that your friends were watching.

"I-I can't," he whimpered into your ear, a groan so sweet all over your body.

You leaned your head back and whispered up to his ear. "I know."

You pulled away from Nanami enough to do a three-step then reeled yourself back into your coworker. "I have something for you."

Nanami relished and dreaded the moment away from you, wanting nothing more than your body melded in his. He groaned into your ear when you returned, a question in his grunt.

You giggled lightly, reaching into your blouse for the strip of lace you'd tucked there upon arriving to the bar. You held the fabric over your middle finger, allowed Nanami's hand to slip it away from you.

Nanami ran his fingers over the fabric, knowing exactly what this was. His cock was indestructible then, hard and folded up against the zipper of his pants. He brought your panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, a low and disgusting sound that resounded beautifully in your ears.

"What do you want to do, Nanamin?" You asked coyly, pressing your ass a bit firmer against his hard bulge.

Kento shut his eyes as he took in a second long inhale of your panties, his other hand holding carefully onto yours.

"Let's find somewhere private," Nanami stressed against your ear.

You grinned softly, turning in the direction of Nanami's low voice. "Lead the way."

Kento waited a long moment, reaching between the two of you to adjust himself. He stuffed your panties into his pocket then pulled away with a low clearing of his throat.

He nodded carefully in the direction of the restroom and you followed his lead down the hallway. Kento looked over at the table with your coworkers, all of them occupied in one another, and grabbed your hand to exit out of the back door.

You slid out of the exit with him, wading in the back brick alley. You watched as Nanami looked down the length of the alley, surveying his surroundings before pushing you up to the nearest wall to the back door.

He used his knees to pry your legs open, watching your skirt wade up further. Nanami stared at your bare thighs, waiting to see the actual flash of your pussy but stopping himself.

He took grip of your jaw, leaning in and ready to kiss you. Nanami's thumb and index finger pressed into your cheeks, opening your mouth enough to stuff your panties in.

Your drool wetted at the lace, instantly tasting your wet from earlier in the day. Nanami smirk at your doe-eyed look, pressing his lips to your nose as his free hand reached down to swiftly put two fingers into your pussy.

You quivered, your eyelids flickering with your body jolting softly. Kento groaned at the feeling of you clenched around him, your soft walls throbbing, almost aching to be around him.

"You're messy, Y/N," Kento spat before your puckered lips, his chest hardened to keep his excitement at bay.

The sight of you, your eyes glistening in the alleyway light while your spit seeped from the corners of your mouth. Your panties stuffed so carelessly into your mouth, the lace falling on your chin.

"You've been wet since work," he stated matter-of-factly, reminiscing on the taste of you he'd licked from your chair.

Your breath caught, half-blinking at Nanami's statement before nodding. You'd smelled the faint musk of Nanami's cologne and thought of what it smelled like when he sweated.

Nanami slipped a third finger in, working you open as you squeezed your eyes shut at the intrusion. He huffed, planting his free hand on the brick wall beside your head and leaning in.

Nanami carefully rested his lips to your temple, massaging you with his three fingers effectively pushing in and out of you. He ignored your throbbing clit, an act that makes you buck at his thumb rested atop your slit.

"Patience," He hissed softly, pressing his hot crotch against your hip. "is a virtue. Learn it."

Nanami retracted a finger and you whined, feeling his digit line between your folds. He leaned in further, curling his fingers to your innermost wall.

"I want you to enjoy this, not find the release." He ordered, slowing his pace. "Do you understand?"

You nodded at him, your hands bracing the wall to not stop him. Opening your eyes, you met Kento's eyes as breathed methodically in and out of his nose.

When he sensed you'd calmed, Nanami resumed. He teasingly pumped his fingers into you, working his knuckles to make sure you'd be open and sopping for him.

He pulled his fingers out, dragging them along your innermost wall and earning a pulse of your pussy. Nanami looked down at his hand to find his shirt sleeve wet, your walls tightening around his digits rhythmically.

"Good girl," Nanami praised in his low-effort tone. He pulled his sleeve up and returned to his stance, pushing his two fingers back in.

Your eyes rolled as a muffled noise escaped through the lace, relaxing your body to let Nanami make work of it. His fingers, long and warm, were gentle against your pliant walls.

He'd imagined this scenario all day, Nanami wasn't ready to squander it for two minutes of flash-pan lust. He wanted to savor everything about you in this instance.

Nanami reached to undo his belt, still pumping his fingers into you. You watched him flip the leather strap from his belt loops with one hand, readily unclasp the metal hinge and pull it off with a single effective tug.

He stared at the belt in his hands, refastened the loop and urged it in the direction of your hands. You silently obliged his request, allowing him to slip the leather strap over your wrists then pull before folding it back between your tightened hands and knotting it with a final loop.

Nanami's effectiveness, while one-handed, was impressive to say the least. And his fingers still working you all the while was nothing short of excruciating.

You tensed at another soft press at your walls, your eyes crossing at the lick of heat blipped through your stomach in a half-life. Nanami shrugged off his suspenders, leaning his shoulder onto the brick before pressing his chest to yours.

He forced you closer to the wall, your legs spreading further to accommodate his large hand, his long fingers. Nanami cautiously unzipped his pants, undoing the button and shoving the waist of his briefs down to unveil his hard, already leaking cock.

"I've waited for this," he whispered, taking his hand back to pull your skirt up to your stomach.

The brick of the building bit into your ass, driving another low noise from you. Nanami's eyes raked down your body, going for the top button of your blouse and popping it free.

He went for the second one, planting his lips in its resting place against your chest, then the third before revealing your matching lacy bra. In his favorite color.

Nanami bit back the urge to pounce on you, continuing his marvel of your body underneath your office attire. He buried his face between your tits and breathes in, perversely lapping his tongue at the jeweled detail placed in the lace against your breastbone.

He selfishly sniffed at your skin there, running his tongue over the curve of your breasts before nudging his nose at the stiffened peaks tucked behind the peek-a-boo lace.

Nanami glanced up at you, saw your eyes now half-mast and descending into hunger. You wanted him so badly inside you, all over you. The thought of him made your skin itch and sizzle with his body being the cool ice to sate it.

He gnawed into the lace over your nipple, suckling and nibbling at the fabric over your tit before tearing it down with his teeth. Nanami kept your eyes as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, massaging at your breast with his wet lips while his tongue lashed over and over at you.

You trembled, choking in breaths through your panties while your pussy fluttered wildly. Nanami didn't relent, moving over to your other breast and doing the same all while tenderly caressing his cock with his free hand.

You couldn't help another buck of your hips, once again feeling the precipice nesting in the small of your back. Nanami bit at your nipple, earning another squirm from you. He widened his teeth and bit around your areola, earning your hips edging from his touch.

"Discipline is necessary towards pleasure, isn't it?" Nanami asked, not expecting a true answer from you. He towered over you, searching your eyes before pulling his fingers out fast.

The speed floored you, dropping your stomach as he brought his fingers up to admire your wet glistening on his fingers. Nanami ran his thumb over his tips, now wrinkled and pale from being inside you.

He took the time to clean his fingers, using his tongue to draw long stripes of your wet from his skin. You marveled at the curve of his tongue, his lips catching your wet and making them shine.

"But I fear I've left you waiting too long," Nanami whispered, taking grip of his cock and sliding his tip along your slit.

The hot press of his head touching your clit sent chills down your spine, the pre-cum from his tip mixed with the wet from your pussy.

Nanami slipped his cock between your thighs, sliding it closely against your wet. You pouted, feeling the twitching heat of him wedged between your legs.

He pressed his thumb to your folds, holding you open until he pushed his cock into you. The sudden flush of heat that came from his tip just inside you made you wiggle, his cock slowly drove into you.

You tried to bow forward, losing the strength in your knees; Nanami held you up, flushing his chest to yours as he bowed his head down.

You looked up at him, allowing Kento to rest his forehead against yours. He winded against your lips, heating up the drool and damp from your lace panties.

His cock pushed through you, filling you. He throbbed inside of you, twitching within your walls. Your skin broke out into a sweat, chewing on your panties in your mouth before pulling them into your mouth.

You begged for Kento's kiss, pouting your bottom lip out against his. You cried into the fabric, brushing your nose against his as he fucked into you slowly, rolling his hips against yours and out.

He grabbed at your thighs, lifting you up against him; your hands scraped against the brick, following the new scratches that dug into your ass.

"How do I feel?" Nanami asked against your mouth, taking each miniscule flicker of your eyes.

You mewed through your panties, your lips ghosting against his. Kento pecked your top lip, then your bottom lip before pulling at your panties with his teeth.

Each thrust felt better than his fingers, his cock bigger and longer than his digits. You rode into his pumps, leaning your head back against the wall; Kento took the opportunity to lick at your neck, slopping up the building sweat on your skin and suctioning at your collarbone and throat.

He felt that he'd be able to consume you, caging over you protectively while taking from you whatever you offered. Kento appreciated the frailty of you, so open with your hands tied behind you and willing with your panties stuffed in your mouth.

Nanami enjoyed deep down how you splayed before him, the filth that exuded you. He kissed up to your ear, then across your jaw before breathing against your lips again.

He paused in his thrusts to feel you speared on his cock, to feel you gushing over his waist and staining his dress pants. This was better than whatever he imagined at work; Nanami's mind couldn't come up with this scenario during his filthiest daydreams.

You whimpered on him, his length sheathing fully inside you; more wet gushed from you, feeling Kento pressed tightly inside you.

Nanami started his thrusts again, pulling you back onto him until your back stiffened and you scratched at the brick behind you.

You fervently dropped your head up and down, stopping and moaning through the fabric as you rested your forehead to Nanami's shoulder.

The orgasm tore through you, heating up the backs of your thighs; the scratches on your ass pricked further, your back scratching with the brick while you yoyo-ed between the rock of Nanami's cock and the hard place of the wall.

Nanami metered his pace, slowing again with each tighter push through your orgasming walls. He stuttered inside you, allowing your euphoria to pull him through his.

He forced your head up and moaned directly in your face, taking his teeth to tear your panties from your mouth and finally kissing you. Kento closed his arms around your head, pressing you tighter up to the wall.

When he came inside you, you jolted again. The speed of him shooting into you, pooling through you and bringing a new film of sweat over you.

Nanami ate at your lips, scoured and licked into your mouth as he relished in the new gush of warmth around him due to his cum. You were now delectable, much like any dessert with buttercream.

He continued until he caught his breath, releasing your legs to let you stand at the same time of pulling out of you. You felt the sluggy trail when Nanami's cock bowed out of you, your knees trembling at the weight after an orgasm.

"Sorry," Kento apologized, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. "I made a mess."

Before you could shake your head at him, tell him it was okay, Kento kneeled before you. With your thighs spread apart, Nanami stared up at you.

He carefully pulled your heel up to rest on his thigh, running his hand up your calf and further to the back of your knee. Nanami cooed at your skin, resting his cheek to your knee.

"Nanamin?" You questioned.

Nanami ignored your tone, looking up at you again as he shifted closer to you. He lolled his tongue out from his lips, timidly slipping his to the top of your slit.

You jerked away from his tongue. "Kento."

Nanami looked up at you, expectant and patient. "Y/N, let me clean you up."

You wiggled at his words, backing your hips into the brick wall again. "Y-you don't have to."

"I want to," Nanami stated plainly.

He moved closer to you again, licking at the top of your slit then down to your clit; his light pressure caused a ticklish feeling between your shoulders. Nanami kept your eyes as he dropped his tongue to line between your folds, lapping up his housed cum in you.

He carefully licked, prodding his tongue into you to suck more of his cum out. You folded your knuckles to your mouth, trying to keep your breath steady and not enjoy his intimate act more than that.

Nanami pulled back when he felt he'd gotten it all. He carefully stood up again, righting his still-hard cock into his pants then doing the same for your skirt.

He rested his hands at your waist, leaning in to kiss you. You shut your eyes softly, opened your mouth to receive his tongue and felt his spit dribble into you.

Nanami carefully shared his cum into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself and him; the umami of your sex something to be savored.

You swallowed nervously, realizing what he was doing. You lolled your tongue back at Kento's, swirling your sex between your mouths before he parted to gulp down his half.

"Your taste is immaculate," he whispered before your lips, buttoning your shirt back up and tucking your breasts back into your bra.

"I should go," Kento said, undoing your wrists from your belt.

You rubbed at your wrists carefully as Nanami bent to pick up your panties from the dirty alleyway. He tucked them into his pocket, lined his belt back through its loops.

"Be careful getting home tonight," he warned sweetly, resting his hand to your jaw to pet at it. "Call me if you need me."

You bowed into this man, watching as he slicked his perfect hair back into its set style. Nanami searched your once again doe-eyes, swooning inside by the whole swap from sex kitten to touch-starved in the blink of an eye.

"Okay," you offered, taking grip of his wrist to kiss the meat of his palm.

Nanami pulled back from you, grabbed the door to the bar and held it open for you to walk back in. He followed behind you back to the main area and grabbed his suit jacket along with his keys.

He politely excused himself to your work friends, glancing to see you duck into the bathroom. Walking out of the bar, he narrowed his eyes at the strange men that ogled you earlier and made memory of their faces.

-

Walking into his apartment, Nanami pointedly kicked his shoes off at the front door and straightened them against the wall. He hung his tie on the back of the door along with his suit jacket.

Kento moved around his apartment in the motions: putting soiled clothes into the hamper, dirty dishes in the dishwasher and straightening up his king-size bed.

He showered, changed into his jinbei and slipped into his slippers. Kento brushed his teeth, made himself a cup of tea, and grabbed the book he'd been working on for the past week.

Shuffling to bed, he turned on his nightlight and climbed in. Folding the comforter over his waist, Nanami flipped open his book to the last page he left off.

He scanned over the words, still going back to the day he'd had. Nanami couldn't lie that his cock was sore from being rubbed raw.

He blinked slowly, pinching at the bridge of his nose with a groan.

From his place in bed, he heard the front door handle jiggle. Nanami sat up, ready to get out of bed as it opened softly then shut again.

He raised a brow and folded his book to his lap to see you, leaning against the doorway.

You held your heels in your hand, having had three extra drinks after Nanami left.

"Hey baby," you grinned drunkenly, dropping your heels to the floor and shuffling to the bed. You folded your body over the plush bed, the pillow-soft comforter cool against your cheek.

"Hi honey," Nanami smiled, folding his book closed. "How was work?"

You hummed, pulling yourself onto all fours and crawling over to your husband. "It was so good, you were so good."

He spared a dry chuckle at you, watching as you curled sideways in the bed, resting your head in his lap. "You were too. Do you want me to run you a bath?"

You shook your head, shutting your eyes. Nanami grabbed at his teacup, holding it out for you to take.

"Take a sip, sweetheart," Nanami urged softly, bending his knee to sit you up on his thigh.

You did so, hiding a roll of your eyes. You set the cup out for Nanami to take back, which he did as he leaned down to peck your lips.

"Did you get cuts from that wall?" he asked, ready to take care of you as you curled further into his lap.

Your eyes fluttered, shaking your head as you tucked closer to Nanami's stomach. "Hold me."

"Anything for you, my love."

[reverieaudios]

K but like... the real question is out of your characters who's an alpha who's an omega and who's a beta

You see, this is what tumblr askboxes are meant for, thank you

Alder - I have no clue lmao

Axel - Alpha, and like, really proud of that fact

Casey - Either beta or a late bloomer alpha

Cyril - Omega but would rather die than deal with all that comes with that

Desmond - Beta? Omega?

Dion - Omega

Duncan - Beta or omega

Ellis - Alpha

Gael - Beta or alpha

Gage - Beta

Ionescu - Omega

Jacob - Honestly, I think omega

Kane - Beta

Law - Alpha

Marlowe - Beta

Nathaniel - Omega? Maybe?

Neo - I could see him as either a beta or a late bloomer omega

Roman - Alpha

Talus - Alpha, and a major asshole about it

Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk have a nice day

[beanyboi173thegoober]

Saiki K is autistic. He is also aroace. Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

[spookykestrel]

Putting this here bc idk I care about this and it’s infected my brain. Basically I’m irritated and confused bc Allstate seems to have used a license plate that doesn’t exist in their ad but that doesn’t make sense bc wouldn’t it be cheaper to use a preexisting license ??

Basically the whole ad the camera deliberately avoids showing license plates however there’s a brief moment when the license plate shows the last letter of the state: Y

There’s only two US states ending in Y: Kentucky and New Jersey. You can’t really make out the letter before but it seems to resemble a K closer to an E so we’ll start there. As far as I’m aware (in my brief, defiant scan of Canadian and Mexican maps there’s not neighboring countries with states ending in Y)

For the past 20 years the Kentucky license plate has resembled this with slight variations but generally staying the same:

Kentucky has no solid white license plates unless you count the motorist plate but that wouldn’t make sense on an automobile. Clearly the first license plate is missing the blue shading but there’s a few other minor details wrong . First, the font is off. There’s several different accepted fonts for license plates but kentuckys generally seems to be blockier with squarer curves, aside from recent years when the plates are peinted not embossed, however the plate in the ad appears to be embossed. Another thing to note is the arrangement of the plate. For nearly 40 years ky has arranged their plates to have the sticker box be in the lower right hand corner (as seen in the example above). This is not the way the mystery license is laid out . Even going back to licenses from the 60s and 70s these plates still have a slightly different layout from the one above and the font of the state on the first plate is too modern for the older styles.

Another interesting point to consider is Kentucky doesn’t require front license plates. However, the vehicles in this ad have front license plates.

The New Jersey license plate, as shown above, has consistently been this yellow color. There’s little variation or personalization to be done. As you can also see, the text is typically more square than the license in the video and the name of the state is in lowercase. While New Jersey does require front license plates, there aren’t any white licenses in Nj as far as I’m aware which makes it highly unlikely this is a NJ license.

So now rises the question: which state does this belong to?

The state wirh the design most similar to the mystery license plate is California.

They use a very similar font for the base lettering and notice the seal is in the top right not bottom right corner. However California has a bold red script to indicate the state which is very different from the clear clasic blue on the Allstate one.

So it’s a mystery. I’m not as familiar with custom plates or semi plates or anything that varies fro the standard, but there doesn’t seem to be a clear answer to this. If anyone recognizes this plate let me know am I forgetting something ?? thanks for coming to me tedtalk

[marierg]

Jupp... you're right! Same energy

Oh Caro! We are Peas in a Pod!

So we were talking about how we see Fives and this was my description. Anyone else, ideas? Thoughts? THOTS?

My assessment of Five's energy vibe is that of a Golden Retriever and military working dog BF. NOW HEAR ME OUT!!!! Fives has enthusiasm and positivity for days!!! He's faithful, hardworking, WILL CRUSH YOU WITH HIS LOVE! If you are down he's gonna joke till you smile and if you are crying he's gonna hold you, stroke your hair/montrails/ Lekku/ ect, caress and kiss your face. if there is danger present he will ELIMINATE IT!!!! But above all this, much like the above referred to K-9's, THEY ARE TOO GOOD FOR THIS HARSH WORLD AND MUST BE PROTECTED!!!

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

Exhibits A & B

[una-hive5]

Do you have any idea how much I HATE fandom headcanon started to become "canon" in fandom?

Today topic is kny fandom and their misinformation. The one I really hate is "Shinobu tell other hashira about her s*icide plan but never tell Giyuu because he won't allow it" BRU- NU UHHHHH

Listen, I love Shinogiyuu but I understand if the creator/Gotoge make them just friend. Which is sweet because boy & girl besties let's goooo.

I'm pretty sure someone that created this headcanon, haven't read the Gyomei flashback chapter (sorry I forgot which one). Like, COME ON!!! YOU REALLY THINK GYOMEI WOULD LET HE'S DAUGHTER FIGURE COMMITTED S*ICIDE??? even if Gyomei never see Shinobu as daughter figure, their bond still strong because Gyomei are the one saved Kochos sisters from get eaten by demon.

Also, Who the f**k would let her do that?? Shinobu are the one that confirmed Muichirou has amnesia, which I guess Mui think she is admirable(also it's Taisho era. Plus not many doctor around village. They're mostly at big city). Mitsuri ARE HER BESTIES!!! Obanai wouldn't let her do that either because they somehow shared some similarities for being the weakest:

For Sanemi. Although he is not close with Shinobu like Kanae, he WON'T let her do such foolish act. I mean,not foolish but you get what I mean. He also respect her as a Hashira.

Well, Kyojurou & Tengen is out of question but I do believe they won't let her do that either.

In conclusion, this headcanon are bullsh*t. Thank you for listening to my tedtalk have a nice day.

[alwaysforetells]

2, 9, 12 for the fandom ask game!!!

Fandom: Les mis (bet you weren't expecting that.... Or this huge block of text...)

2 (OT3): triumvirate qpr my beloved...... They're all absolutely lovely together and disasters in such different ways that it balances out perfectly. Canonically planned out a rebellion together. I hc enj as demi so I feel like the qpr's dynamics might be a bit different after he and r start dating in my little fantasy brain land, (ferret and courf stare r down like guard dogs whenever they see him at first) but I'm sure they'd find a way to work through it. Ourgh them <33 honestly more canon than enjoltaire but you didn't hear me say that.

9 (fic rec): OHHH HAHA WHERE DO I START. uhhh. I'm going to put down a couple in no particular order and rely on you to look through my ao3 bookmarks because I am lazy.

A) World Aint Ready by @idiopathicsmile (Obviously)

B) ANYTHING by @pumpkinspice-prouvaire . Seriously theyr just a treasure trove

C) Jojo's Delivery Service by @strangegoingson because holy shit???? Kiki's delivery service au??? This is so good!! I read it with my friend and we had a great timw

12 (Craziest au): HOTEL DEL LUNA AU. I AM GOING TO PUT OUT THE FIRST CHAP SOON. Basically I am insane and got really invested in a K-drama, went 'What if enjoltaire??????' and now I live out the rest of my days clawing at the walls whenever I hear the word ghost. To sum up -> Enjolras becomes the manager of a ghost hotel, with the owner being a drunk who knows him somehow, a staff of people whove been reincarnated too many times, and a murder mystery every weekend. Hijinks ensue. Angst ensues. Angsty hijinks ensue.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk xoxo

[ebitenpura]

k I get to talk about traitor fic pt 1 now cuz enough time has passed (admin it's been like a day) but anyways.

Theron being unwillingly complicit in giving Eight to the Order of Zildrog as a hostage is a parallel to how Lana let him get captured in SoR, but reversed bc I like situational irony, and Theron's weird status as a spy who can't compromise his ideals makes it so he lands in hot water when he makes his weaknesses to obvious, and in this case he can't choose between the life of an ally and maintaining his cover. Eight, however is used to being a pawn, so he makes it for him. Not that there was a choice in the first place, and Theron experiences the anxiety of being thrust into a decision-making role that affects people other than him, as the narrative of KOTXX originally doesn't let him or Lana experience since they're relegated to advisors who rely on the Commander to decide everything and the Commander to experience all those consequences while they have no agency besides expressing agreement or disagreement.

In this case, both he and Lana now are leaders, but Theron is not used to having to bargain with lives and makes the wrong calls repeatedly, as well as being manipulated by other factions who are ahead of him in the spy game. Both he and Eight re-experience being pulled in multiple directions and used by intelligence agencies as mere stepping stones again the minute they leave the safety of the Alliance, but Eight never stopped being used even by the Alliance itself and Theron only starts to come to terms with that knowledge when they're on their own. Then, there's Lana who is the acting Commander here since Eight is unable to fill a leadership role of any kind who is betrayed by Theron and realizes she has misunderstood their relationships entirely, as she was blindsided by the need to be "saved", as she put it in Eight's KOTXX playthrough. Not only that, her role as a leader made it so she now viewed her close companions as resources (again) though she was largely unaware of the rift that formed. But just because someone suffers the same history and works under you doesn't mean you're close in any personal way, and that's a fact she horribly awakens to. Also, Rishi callbacks again.

Vinn Atrius has always been a point of interest to me though he doesn't show much in the actual game's Traitor Arc besides being pissed for shallow reasons, so I'm trying to both keep his character while expanding on it. I also keep thinking he's way bigger than he actually is because of the way his armor makes his beefy rippling biceps look massive, so that entered my writing of him as well. Arms... He strikes me as somewhere between honorable and so disgusted by outlanders that he circles back to that occasionally, but he was Vaylin's personal guard and I like to imagine he had a strong loyalty for her.

I meant to write an extra scene at the end of the chapter where he and Eight have a stiff talk where he stashes him behind a rayshield cell, but the framing makes it look like he's the one imprisoned which reflects how he's trapped in his insular and petty revenge plot that-- *is dragged offstage* buuuuuut I'll get to that next time. Also even MORE parallels to Eight's trapped status and Lana confronting Theron in a similar place but also "only one who can under me is my enemy" Malgus talk and- ok that's it thanks for coming to my TEDtalk.

[thatssonanii]

Just a little tidbit before next SD next Friday for anyone who may not know Storm (X-Men) has ALWAYS been B L A C K!

There's no need to say the "Black" Storm. She's always been black despite certain productions trying to make her otherwise.

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk.

[anip-art]

My eleventh and twelfth Art Fight attack, against @sirwolficus!

The necessary backstory behind this is I realized we both have funky blue guys named CJ and I immediately went 👀 thank you for coming to my TedTalk

I was listening to way too many songs while working on this piece, but to my credit I spent a lot of time on it. K. K. Cruisin' by Tsuko G, MOCHI by League of Legends and bear bear & friends, Deep Blue by The Midnight (get it because they're blue--), Saltwater Room by Owl City, Rainbow Road by Nanobii, Lovebug by the Jonas Brothers, Go by The Chemical Brothers, and STAY by Justin Bieber and The Kid LAROI

Why do I keep listing the songs I was listening to at the end of my posts? Uhhhh its fun I guess, I like sharing songs I like.

[auroresquartet]

Do you guys remember that song about a tower of pain? Hammer song to itami no tou(o la cancion del martillo y la torre del dolor)

I fell back to those animatics and I realised how well it fit with minecraft quackity. Like no matter the server or even the game, the song is SO HIM CODED.

C!Quackity? Yes. K!Quackity? Yep. Minecraft Extremo? Not so much but it fits the hammer song.

Quackity's characters suffer so much from broken hearts is uncanny; the power he gains with his pain and to be recognized for something better, but always alone.

But after all he still have people who care for him :')

Anyway thank you for coming to my tedtalk

[firealder2005]

@alollinglaughingcat i need backup pspspspspspspspspsps (also what do u think of my propo? :3 )

okay. okay.

I know. Obi-Wan is the fandom's thirst trap.

But take an asexual's advice for a moment.

Look. At. This. Man.

Look at him. The look in his eyes. The sheer unadultured PAIN in them. Makes your heart twist just seeing it. These eyes watched his adoptive father get hanged by the Empire. They saw Bix Caleen utterly torn to pieces within the confines of her own mind. They saw his best friend K shot to pieces. They saw his adoptive mother urge his new home planet into Rebellion.

These are the eyes of a boy who inspired a prison break within the bowels of the Empire itself. The eyes of a hopeless individual who gave equally-hopeless men hope for a better future.

These are the eyes of a man. These are the eyes of a true Rebel.

He's strategic. He's a fighter. He's morally gray. He's a Separatist-turned-Rebel. He is quite possibly the only survivor of his home planet.

He survived a blaster shot to the side long enough to make it to Jyn, to give them both a sense of trust and belonging one last time before they saw their lives end in one, fatal shot.

REBELLIONS ARE BUILT ON HOPE.

CASSIAN is the originator of this CORNERSTONE of a quote.

He gave hundreds - if not THOUSANDS of people an opportunity to do something they were PROUD of. HE brought an ARMADA for Jyn, to steal the Death Star plans and give the Rebellion he gave SO MUCH FOR a fighting chance.

It's not only about the looks.

But the fire that's contained within.

also just look at him ↑ i wouldn't bang him, or anyone else, but come on.

He's gorgeous.

thank you for coming to my TEDTalk.

The Only Important Rule To Remember:

When there are only two characters remaining, they will face off against one another in a week-long poll to determine the victor.

Bye-bye Benny! You brought the drama, you brought the chaos! I want to give a big shout-out to the passionate and lovely Kylo Ren fans who campaigned so hard for their boy. You got him to bronze, and with how divisive Ben/Kylo is as a character, that's really impressive.

Now... without further ado...

This.

Is.

It.

It all comes down to a simple decision. A choice between two men, both of whom gave their lives to bring down The Empire.

Will the winner be Obi-Wan Kenobi?

Or will it be Cassian Andor?

Cast your votes for the last time to decide, once and for all... who is the hottest Star Wars man of all time?

...oh, but remember, this is all just for fun! So don't take it too seriously ;)

Happy voting, and may the hottest man win!

[thegrimreepurr]

im gonna ramble about romeo and juliet for a sec bc this thought has been on my mind since i read it in school

[spoilers for the tragedy of romeo and juliet under the cut]

BRO

BALTHAZAR IS SUCH A LITTLE BITCH IF HE AND HIS STUPID LITTLE HORSE HADN’T SEEN JULIET’S FUNERAL AND GONE OFF AND TOLD ROMEO THEN EVERYTHING WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE

but nOoOo, HE HAD TO HAVE A HORSE AND MEANWHILE, THE FRIAR’S GUY HAS A FUCKING D O N K E Y

LIKE BITCH I KNOW DONKEYS ARE STRONG AND ALL BUT REALLY??

AND ALSO

WHY DID HE HAVE TO GET QUARANTINEd

GOD DAMN, BOTH ROMEO AND JULIET’S DEATHS COULD HAVE BEEN PREVENTED IF BALTHAZAR JUST HADN’T HAD A HORSE

fricking balthazar

also, not to mention romeo IF THAT DUMBASS WOULD HAVE STAYED ALIVE FOR LIKE T E N M O R E M I N U T E S HE AND JULIET WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER JDJFJDJJDJD ITS JUST SO RAAGGHHHG >:((

FRICKING

KDKKDJDJDJD >:(((

anygays, that was all i had to say thank you for coming to my tedtalk

[bokennedda]

Casual reminder that: Odinn does not feel good about what he had to do to Loki's children with Angrboda, but that he did it for what he thought was the best for all realms.

[astromechacat]

OKAY OKAY STO fuckr djfnejd im so hurt yet at the same time so proud cos liek UGHJRJF OKAY FIRST. Damn lance stop belittling urself liek that!1!1! YES YOU DO HAVE A PART IN THE TEAM YOUR NO SEVENTH WHEEL UR THE BLUE PALADIN AND A DMAN GOOD SHOT AND A DAMN GOOD PILOT OKAY and just🥹🥹 him being so idk resigned and desperate to find that thing he needs to play a part in the team and ik he mustve felt some resentment that time keith said he wouldnt allow being chosen as a paladin cos ‘dammit keith you already have everything even the black lion youre the soul part of all of this how can you not accept it??’ BUT YK WHAT HE DID HE DID THIS

AND FUCKEJFKJF LANCE IM SO JUST OKAY THE POINT IS I LOVE LANCE TO DEATH AND HE DESERVES EVERYTHING AND MORE AND HES JUST LIKE ME FR AND ALSO HELL YEAH KLANCE BUT THIS IS LANCE CENTRIC ILL SAY SMTHNG ABOUT KEITH LATER