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But it's Better if You Do

ৎ୭ Pairings ৎ୭ Nanami Kento x Fem Reader

ৎ୭ Warnings ৎ୭ MDNI- Lap dance, teasing, fingering, more explicit as we go. <3

ৎ୭ Word Count ৎ୭ 5.9k

ৎ୭ Summary ৎ୭ Every weekday for a year, Nanami Kento comes into the coffee shop you work at, and he orders the same damn thing. You have it bad but are too nervous to do more than doodle on his cups. You have a double life, because you're also 'Foxy' a featured dancer at a strip club once a week. A bachelor party for Satoru Gojo has you dancing, and he's there. Nanami fucking Kento. You end up both in a VIP room, awkward, nervous, but then... it's your chance. He doesn't know it's you, right? What harm can a lap dance do? Surely won't be awkward the next day...

Masterlist

ৎ୭Chapter 1

The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans was your sanctuary in an odd way. It was a world away from the smoky haze and thumping bass of the club you danced at once a week, away from dance lessons you still took though they led to nothing. A world where you were just you, the barista, not 'Foxy' the dancer.

You were exhausted, concealer working overtime to hide the bags under your eyes, yawning a bit as you mix up an espresso for yourself. It was early and typically not many people came just yet, a little loll where you could peek at your phone, sip on that dark espresso… but one person always came first thing.

The bell jingles above the door, and you feel yourself flush. He was here. Nanami Kento, the man who had been a regular for months and months now. Damn near a year, and always ordered the same thing, sometimes getting another for his coworkers, but never anything different for himself.

He was so handsome, but so uptight that it made your mind wander as to what the man did for fun, or if he knew how to have any. You knew he’d be ordering his usual Americano, and he gave you a small little half smile, so charming it made you falter for some fucking reason.

He was in a tan suit, baby blue dress shirt, those fancy expensive glasses resting on his eyes, eyes you’d have died to see if you were being honest. His tie today was some cow print, yesterday had been leopard, the day before Zebra, perhaps a walking contradiction to his personality.

“Good morning, Nanami.” You say, and he nods, hands in his pants pockets, blonde hair slicked back but a small bit hung forward. Your fingers itched to push it back, and you clenched your teeth at the thought.

“Good morning.” He said your name so softly, it made you into a whole mess, as it had been for months now. God knows how you could dance on a pole once a week in lingerie, but couldn’t just fucking hit on him.

It was the ongoing joke of the café at this point.

“Hmm, perhaps a pumpkin spice latte?” You tease, as he shook his head with a little sigh.

“The usual. Make it strong.” His voice, even in this mundane setting, sent a shiver down your spine. You tried to ignore the way his eyes, usually so sharp and focused, seemed to linger on you for a moment too long behind the green glasses.

“Coming right up.” You tilt your head side to side as you turn away, brewing his coffee for him.

“Not sleeping well?” He asked softly, you turned in surprise, instantly insecure, touching your face.

“The concealer isn’t working huh?”

Two little lines creased between his brows, lips turning down. “Concealer?”

“Yeah I’m trying to hide the dark circles. Ugh. Do I look like shit?”

He was frowning now, leaning forward, hands gripping the counter, and you studied them, the veins popping out, and your mind went fucking awry. You lick your lips nervously, turning, snatching up his coffee and then popping a lid on it, drawing a little heart with a sharpie. Every day was a new stupid little shape, and he never commented about them.

“You could never look ‘like shit’ as you put it.” You damn near dropped the coffee, gasping, turning back around to see him, so tall and imposing, leaning over the counter toward you.

You wanted to grab that tie and yank him to you.

Fuck.

How’d a guy that said ten words to you a day have you so fucked?

“I… here.” You gently hand him the cup, and your fingertips brush, his hand lingering as yours did, before gently pulling away. “I don’t look like shit then?”

He smirked a bit, shaking his head, and you could feel the gaze on you, making you heat up, nervous. “You have never looked bad. Any day I’ve been in here.”

“You need better glasses.” You mumble. He laughed a bit, and the sound was foreign, it made him more… human.

“I don’t lie.” You believed him. You felt your cheeks flushing pink, looking down just a bit.

“Thank you, Nanami. That makes me feel better.”

“You’re… you’re welcome.” He cleared his throat. “I asked if you were tired because of how you were stretching your neck, and rolling your shoulders. You also were covering a yawn.”

You tense, gaze back at his eyes in those green glasses, wondering their color. You picked up a fresh almond croissant then that you'd just made, handing it to him. He smiled, and handed you cash then, far too much, as he tended to tip you every morning.

“You’re very observant.” You murmured, and he shrugged a broad shoulder. Dude was built like a whole action star, aching to break from that suit. It addled your brain more and more.

“I do notice things. Do you work outside of this?”

Your whole body is flushed now, he rarely tried to make conversation. You could never ever admit that you stripped once a week, danced on a goddamn pole. You made more doing that than all week here at the shop. You couldn’t imagine what proper, uptight Nanami might think of such a thing.

You were a show girl more than anything, you didn’t do dances or VIP rooms, because of your skill at dance and performance, you were instead a feature at various places. Once upon a dream you’d thought you’d make it as an actual dancer, but foolish dream that had turned to be. You still tried, even now, even exhausted, auditioning for little things, but it wasn't enough money.

Would that seem pathetic to such a wealthy businessman?

You clear your throat. “I do dance… I also take dance classes. I guess that does tire me out.”

“That’s impressive.” He surprised you, and you smiled at it.

“Thank you but no, not at all. Just an amateur hobby.”

“Well… I hope you have a good day. Thank you.” He held up his cup, peering at the heart doodle, and the raised brows and amused look on that chiseled face made you catch your breath.

“You’re welcome, you too! See you Monday!” He gave you a little wave, sauntering out. You watched him like a lovesick fool.

Oof.

“Why don’t you just ask him out?” The voice made you jump, and you looked to your co worker, Nobara. She was a gorgeous strawberry blond with a hell of an attitude that you loved.

“I… don’t think he’d be interested in someone like me.”

“Someone like you? Hot? Can dance on a pole?”

“Shh!” You two giggled, and you sighed sadly. She was sucking on a lollipop, tilting her head, short hair swinging as she studied you with soft brown eyes.

“You should just say how you feel. It’s been almost a year watching you pine for him. It's literally making me wanna scream.”

“I know…” You sigh, sipping your espresso and needing another. “I have this bachelor party at the club I have to dance an extra night for it because I mean shit… good money. I’m tired.”

“I know. You’re saving a lot though. Not much longer.” Nobara brushed your hair behind your ear, smiling. You were trying your best to save for an elite dance school. Every bit you made went to bills and that.

“That makes me feel better, Kugasaki. Thank you.” You peck a little kiss on her cheek.

“Should have him watch you dance, ooh, then he’d love you. You sure are a talented bitch up on that pole.”

“Ah, stop. Him in a strip club? No way.”

“The strictest ones are the most freaky.”

You two giggle, then a customer came in, and soon the throng approached, and you and Nobara killed it along with the help of your other coworker and friend, Yuuji, working in perfect sync.

Imagine Nanami Kento in your club on that one night a week you were there, you’d die of embarrassment. Some things were best left unsaid, and your ridiculous crush would remain one of them for sure. You just hope you’ll be able to get a nap before you go in tonight.

***

The scent of stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume filled the air as you danced that night, dressed in a bright pink wig and slinky lace and sequined two piece costume. You gripped the pole of the stage as men gathered around you, the soft red lighting illuminated your body, your requested music blared by the DJ, slow and sensual. You had money thrown on the stage, men coming close.

The worst part was interacting. You wished you could just dance. You climb up the pole then, using your core strength and thighs, spinning, focusing on the moves versus everyone and everything around you. You flip your body, upside down, to the gasps of the crowd, even your fellow strippers and women there, that’s what you were here for, the showmanship.

You slide around on nothing but your thighs, thick and muscular, not as slender and ladylike as you may have desired, but they had power. You had power. Your hair falls down in silky waves as you spin, eyes closed, perfecting every twist and turn just so. You finally open them, feeling yourself close to the ground, stopping yourself with your arm.

The group of the bachelor party poured in, and instead of being raucous and wild, they actually all were attentive, studying you.

Ah, a show.

You smirk, and flip down, standing, bending forward with your ass in the air, clad in fishnets and little lacy panties. More money was thrown, more men sitting around you, but you climb back up the pole, pulling yourself up, and your legs spread wide as you spin back down, in tantalizing circles, head leaning back, until you’re on the ground, elbows and knees.

The sequined costume hugged your curves in all the right places, catching glinting light. You’re bent over in front of everyone. It did not feel the best. You were better just on the pole. But, you took your time, crawling towards the crowd. Each man tipped you, sliding them in your garters that sat on your upper thighs, some trying to be too bold, too touchy, but as you neared the bachelor party, you froze.

Amongst the honestly all gorgeous men, looking like pure money, there he was, Nanami fucking Kento. Looking awkward, uncomfortable, arms crossed, donned in a gray button down dress shirt and black slacks. He didn’t have on those sunglasses, and your eyes caught him in the dark.

He was captivated by you.

You fall from your position, and decide to make it look like you meant to fall to the floor, on your tummy, your ass in the air, popping back up, trying to make yourself breathe and stay calm. You looked nothing like you, he wouldn’t know, and you could literally live part of that fantasy you had, dancing for him.

You peer and there’s a couple men you recognize from the coffee shop, Nanami’s co workers, a tall handsome white haired man that you think his name was Gojo, was the groom to be. Clearly. He wore a whole sash that said ‘Bride to be’ and a shit eating grin, like the happiest man in the world. He was so pretty he was hard to look at, you’d thought before.

“Bride to be huh?” You tease, fingernails scratching on the little silk sash. Gojo laughs, poking at his cell phone over the music.

“I am! Satoru Gojo.”

“Foxy.” You smirk, and he rolls his eyes, smirking too.

“Sure you are. This is my wife as of tomorrow.” He scrolled through pictures, showing you a picture of a gorgeous woman that looked familiar as well, you’d served her coffee many many times, she was always super sweet. You were enamored, she was breathtaking in them, laughing and happy, usually more serious when you saw her.

“She’s so beautiful.” You flush when he gets to a nude, and he was pulling it back quickly with a wiggle of his brows.

“She is, though. I can’t wait to get her fucking pregnant. She’s finally down for it.”

“Oh god.” You purse your lips, and he seemed to give no fucks, clearly obsessed. He is sliding you a large tip respectfully into your hand. “She was okay with all this?”

“Yeah, she said don’t do anything dumb, but she’s the only one for me anyway. I just figured fuck it, let’s get the boys having fun. Though I will say, you’re one hell of a dancer. Imma have to bring her to see you.” His bright blue eyes glimmered in the light, and you laughed a bit.

“I’d love to meet her…”

“Oh fuck yeah. I need to see you give her a dance.”

“I don’t do dances, I’m more of a show girl here. But I'd absolutely make an exception!”

“Oooh, listen, can you make an exception for me?”

You frown. “What?”

“Not me. I’m a bride!” You giggle, he was unlike any bachelor you’d seen at any party before. “My friend.”

“I don’t know… I just do the pole.” You ease back, hands on your thighs, Gojo respectfully staring at your face the entire time.

“It’s for my buddy and I’ll pay out the ass. But give me a few, I need to know he’ll go for it.” Gojo tipped you again, and you sigh.

“We’ll see.” He smiles and nudges his head, as you slide over to the man next to him, just as tall as Gojo, long dark hair, tan and broad shouldered. God this office was attractive, but you personally felt Nanami took the cake.

“Beautiful dance.” The man said, who Gojo just called Geto, smiling and tipping you generously, sliding it in your waistband slowly. You flush.

“Thank you so much.” You’re on to the next, a man they called Sukuna. He was tanned and broad and devilish with his smirk, tattoos attractively running down his neck. His light brown eyes devoured your entire body, completely unlike Geto’s tease and Gojo’s respect.

“Gorgeous.” He winked at you, and you leaned forward when he put his large tip in between his teeth, grabbing it with your breasts, which were popping out from the top of the lingerie now. You tended to only go topless, versus doing any more, luckily the club was very good with everyone and their comfort.

“Thank you…” You say softly, then feel his gaze on you… Nanami.

He’d been studying you this entire time, respectfully, but full of admiration, to the point where when your eyes met it startled you. You had never even seen them, they were slanted up like cat’s eyes, sensual as fuck. In the dim club they appeared to be dark brown, nearly black, and when they moved lower, to your collarbone, it was as if he was caressing your skin.

You licked your lips nervously, wishing you could find the courage to speak. But instead, you focused on the way his gaze traveled over your body, the way he seemed to drink in every inch of you. It was intoxicating, exhilarating. In this moment, you felt beautiful and confident, despite the butterflies in your stomach.

How could you be so shy when you were dancing on a pole? Your tits were half out… and gorgeous men surrounded you. But Nanami's intense gaze became your undoing. You blushed, tucking your hair behind your ear, trying to act casual as he took out a large tip in his big hands.

“You're very talented.” His voice was husky, you tremble, smiling.

“Thank you.” You scooch to where he's between your thighs in his seat right by the stage, watching him tense with a hitch in his breath. You feel far too bold. He doesn't know it's you and he's here looking…

You slide a hand down your chest, to your nearly exposed breasts, gently tugging the material so a hint of your nipples showed. You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as you held out the fabric, leaning forward, his hands were steady but his eyes were like a hawk on your lush breasts.

He slid the money into the strap of your bra, and the brush of his rough fingers makes you tremble. He notices, pulling back and catching your eyes. Fuck would he recognize them? You lower your lashes and attempt to look flirtatious and not like some weird shy stripper. You kind of fail.

You slide back up with a smile, but he halts you, another tip, sliding this one in one of your garters. His friends tease him mercilessly, and there's a little pink on his cheeks, on Nanami fucking Kento’s perfect damn cheekbones. A blush. You felt one form on your face too, your gazes locked, the hand barely brushing your thigh doing fucked things to your psyche.

“Ahem… thank you so much.” You say with a smile, turning and kneeling, ass in full view along with the curve of your back as you gather some wits, going down to pick up the numerous tips. Enough to where you could probably stop for the night.

After you've cleaned the pole, headed down off the stage to probably call it a night, Gojo stops you with a hand on your shoulder. You peer up at the tall pretty boy curiously.

“Would you do a VIP with Nanami over there?” Your heart stops as you both look at him. He is leaned in a chair, sipping whiskey, eyes burning into you. “He's always hated strip clubs and usually sits in a corner miserable. But he's clearly eye fucking the shit out of you. This is weird for him.”

You feel your skin heat up. “I really only dance here once a week, I get uncomfortable even taking tips close… I…”

“You're a shy stripper! So weird.” He teased you. You roll your eyes with a self deprecating laugh.

“I just do it for money and because I like to pole dance. Not exactly a regular stripper. There are plenty of beautiful girls here though that gladly will!” You gesture to the pretty ladies around you, fawning over the men. He shakes his head.

“Nope. Gotta be you. He hasn't even checked another girl out here. Pretty please?” He shoots his pretty blue eyes at you with a pout. You sigh. You can't do that… you can't…

“I mean… I could try to do a lap dance?”

“He'll get too nervous in front of us. He's uptight as fuck.” Gojo puts on his charm, winking at you with a grin. “I'll pay a fuck ton.”

“Oh gosh…”

“He's super respectful, he'd never touch you… shit even if you wanted him to, he’d probably be too shy.” Your heart falters. You know that. “You clearly like him, you can't take your eyes off the business boy.”

“I… well I…” You drop to a whisper. “I kinda know him.”

“Oooh!” He snapped his fingers with a devious look. “Even better. I love some good drama!”

“You're sort of a dick. No offense.” Gojo threw his head back with laughter at your glare.

“My fiance will love you for sure. She agrees! Listen, just do it for me. I'm the bride to be!” He bats white spiky eyelashes.

You find yourself growing more nervous, anticipation eating away at you. It's what you'd wanted forever wasn't it?

But it wasn't really you…

“Fuck it. Okay.” Gojo's grin is infectious. “I'm not the best at lap dances like I am on the pole though.”

“He won't notice. He's never had one. Okay let me work this magic on him.” He winks and heads to Nanami and your heart is thudding in your ears now.

Fuck.

You watched Gojo’s lithe figure walk over to Nanami, and you wanted to fall into the Earth, sure you were as red as the lights in the club, which luckily concealed the blush. You were a mess from his presence, a shy stripper as Gojo had put it, completely accurate. Nanami is in a serious conversation with him, Gojo’s hand on his chest, speaking into his ear.

Nanami's eyes hit you from across the bar tables, and he and Gojo ignored the other girls that walked by, aside from the shot girls. Gojo shot them all smiles but you could tell he was deep in love with the bride-to-be, and something in it made you wistful, longing… you were alone aside from your cat, Sebastian, who surely was angry you were out late tonight.

He’d probably scratch some shit up.

Nanami ends up walking back towards you with Gojo by his side, hands in his pockets, hair falling in front of his brow, eyes averted. Gojo pushed him towards you, then slid you forward with a sure hand on your back, making you two brush against each other a bit. You tense, and so does he.

“Dear God, you’re at a strip club, you two.” Gojo sighed, rolling his eyes. “So ‘Foxy’ here doesn’t do VIP or lap dances, she’s more the star of the show.” He shoots you a wink, and you clear your throat, thighs shifting when Nanami looks back at you.

“I wouldn’t say that, but yes, I don’t.”

“She’s making an exception. So, you two go on in there.” He smacks at both of your asses, and you both scowl at him, his grin wide and ridiculous. “Come on, come on, you two crazy kids. Have fun!”

Gojo shoves you two in the VIP room, and you and Nanami are there, alone, where it’s more quiet as you’re away from the booming music. It’s intimate… you run your fingers nervously through your wig, nearly pulling the synthetic hairs out, before taking a steady breath, peering around. You’d not even been in the little room, with the velvet plush couch, and disco lighting.

The couch was large and fancy, but somehow trashy at the same time, as strip clubs went this was the nicest, but still, something felt so off. All your fantasies of the stiff business man, who was literally being forced by his quite annoying friend into being in here with you.

“We don’t have to… like we can just talk if you’re uncomfortable.” You finally manage to say, feeling as if he truly did not want to be here. He brushes a hand against your shoulder then, bringing your gaze to his.

“I’m the one that’s supposed to say that.” He smirked, and fuck it was charming, as was his eyes and how they studied you. “You really aren’t a normal stripper, huh?”

“Well I make plenty dancing so I don’t sell things.”

“Do you want to do this?”

Your teeth bite your lower lip, and it’s on the tip of your tongue to say who you were, what you felt… but what would that bring? Confusion? Embarrassment?

If he’d found you attractive at work he’d have responded to one of your countless doodles or something by now right? You’d even asked who you now knew was Gojo’s fiancé for his number, and he’d come the next day and said nothing. You’d sort of given up at that point.

Was this your chance? To get a taste of him?

Unwinding… casual… letting go.

You take his hand, yours is swallowed by his, and he was so tall that even in platform heels you had to tilt your head back to look at him. His fingers grip your hand in response, and then you turn, leading him to the giant couch, gently pushing him to have a seat. You bend down, and you take his long sleeves and unbutton them, rolling them up to reveal his arms a bit.

You watched the muscles in his arms tense, showing how fucking built he was under there. Veins popping out. He allowed it, just studying your face still. “Are you blushing?”

You felt yourself heat up more, realizing the lighting here didn’t hide it. “Maybe I am a bit.”

“Overheated?”

“Sure.” You were a shit liar for someone who lived a whole double existence, you mused, finishing your job. “I wanted you a little loosened up.”

“Do you.” His voice was husky, deep, and it alone did things to you, wicked fucking things. You brush fingers along the veins of his forearms, watching a hand close into a fist in response. You lean closer, popping a couple of his buttons, to reveal just a hint of the ripped chest, drinking the sight in greedily.

“Much better.” You muse, and half expect him to take off your bra, but he remains still, watching, waiting. You slide your hands around his neck and press your body against his, and his familiar scent envelops your senses. “Everything okay?”

“It’s perfect.” You froze at that.

You know. There was no turning back now.

Your hands glided up and down his hard chest, teasing him, thumbs barely brushing bare skin, enjoying the little hitch in his breath. You push forward over him until your breasts are against his face, drawing his attention to them like a hawk. Your lips parted as his breath was hot against them, unable to hide your aching desire was mortifying.

You slid down his body now, bending low, between his legs teasingly, hands braced on his muscular thighs, eyes catching the growing arousal beneath his pants and shooting want through you. With each movement, you could sense him becoming more and more entranced, his breathing growing heavier and more ragged. Just like you.

His expression was a mix of surprise and desire, and you couldn't help but smile shyly up at him before you turned, rolling your hips, ass now rubbing against his hard body. It was so quiet, he did not speak, and neither did you, as you lean back into it, and his hands tentatively wrap around your waist, his first contact so far, and it was making your head fuzzy with pleasure.

You could feel the anticipation building between you, the air thick with tension when his grip tightened, his small sexy fucking sigh. You turn back around and glanced down, taking in his broad shoulders, toned arms, his lips parted. You reached out, bracing your hands as you straddle him now, the sensation hitting you so hard you struggled to stay still.

"Am I doing okay?" You ask, it came out teasing, but you were actually nervous as fuck.

He gave a nervous laugh, a fucking laugh! Nanami Kento could laugh… his gaze flickers down to the floor before meeting yours again. "You're doing beautifully." He murmured.

It was the first time he'd ever spoken to you like this, and you didn't know what to say in response. It was as if all the air had been sucked out of your lungs, world far away, leaving only the two of you.

Nanami reached out, tracing a finger down your cheek as you grind on him now, and you couldn't help but close your eyes and lean into his touch. “Is this okay?” He asks softly. You nod eagerly.

As his fingertip trailed lower, tracing the line of your jaw and then down your neck, you felt a shudder run through you, making it a struggle to continue confidently moving against where you were now growing wetter by the second. It was as if his touch was making every nerve ending tingle with desire. It was intoxicating..

You closed your eyes, savoring the sensation of the lightest caress, still respectful despite the wicked things your body was doing against him, an intriguing contradiction that messed with your brain. The music seemed to fade into the background.

You could feel the rhythm of it still as you continued to give him the best lap dance you could, swaying your hips and rubbing against his hardness through your lacy underwear. He's so respectful, never once making you feel uncomfortable or objectified. Instead, he watches you with such intensity that it takes your breath away.

His hands are touching you but nowhere inappropriate, the waist or your hips, though you sure wanted him to touch more, fuck. Imagining those big hands squishing your soft breasts, or gripping your ass… or…

As you continue to dance for him, you lose yourself in the movement, feeling the heat rising in your body, the blood pulsing through your veins. You're aware of every inch of his body as it presses against you, the way his hands grip your hips tighter and he raises his lap up and moans a bit is just…

The music changes, another song, you’d lost count how many, and you match your movements to the beat. You feel yourself growing wetter, and hot. He hisses then, suddenly, tensing against you, as if he could tell, halting your movements. His brown eyes shoot up to yours and you freeze, embarrassed. You flush, overheated from dancing and your mixture of horny and nervous.

“I'm… I… don't really do this. I just do the pole. Am I fucking up?” You murmur. He pauses your movements again, hands firm, licking his lower lip.

“No. Not at all. You don't have to do anything else, though, you've done amazing. I know Gojo put you up to this…”

“I want to do it.” Your words make you both quiet.

“You've done plenty if you want to stop.” He was so sweet it hurt your heart.

His eyes were dark with desire though, something you'd die for every day if it were you, truly you, and not just for ‘Foxy’.

“I want to kiss you, too. That's pretty fucked up of me huh.” You mumble out of nowhere before you could shut yourself up. Nanami pauses, and now you’re not dancing, you’re just pressed against his hardness, breath making your breasts rise and fall, your wetness fucking embarrassing at this point.

“That’s not fucked up.” His hand trembled a bit as he cupped your face, gently, making you feel so tiny with those big hands and broad shoulders as you leaned in, a ghost of a kiss just hovering between your mouths.

“Do you want me to?” Your whisper brings your lips closer. Nanami nods, thumbs brushing along your lower lip, and then his lips find yours in a soft, gentle kiss.

Everything stops, every worry has vanished from your head as his firm lips press into yours, pulling away, eyes catching yours. You see little flecks of green in them. You both just breathe, your hands gripping his shoulders, his still so tender on your face it made you ache. It felt like literal sparks shot through you when his lips pressed again, firmer this time, a little gasp making them part.

The kiss deepens, his hot tongue slipping in, and it ignites a sharp burn in your tummy. You moan into his mouth, arching your back as he kisses you harder, his tongue dancing with yours. Your hands entwined in his silky blonde locks, his firm grip now sliding down to your ribcage. His thumbs brushing under the cups of your lingerie. You wanted them on your breasts so bad your nipples strain against lace.

You can feel Nanami grow even harder against the apex of your thighs, and you wonder what it would feel like to have him inside you for an insane moment.

From a kiss?

Fuck.

Tongues are entwining, pressing against each other, losing yourselves in desire, but then he breaks the kiss suddenly, panting heavily, and those eyes look into your gaze. They're filled with desire, but also something else, something you've never seen before from anyone and couldn't put into words.

"I'm sorry," He says, voice rough with emotion. You frown.

“Shit, was it that bad?” You touch your lips, eyes shooting down, mortified. He laughs quietly, shaking his head. You fall for his laugh, fall hard.

“No. Not at all. I just don't want to be disrespectful… and I'm going to have a hard time stopping if we keep on.” Nanami's voice was hoarse, as affected as you, those hands sliding up further. Your eyes went wide, feeling the power he had suddenly, how tense he was, holding back… he…

You lean back in, wanting to say fuck it, to just give your pussy what she's been aching for a whole goddamn year, pressing back onto his hard body. Nanami moans into your lips, and before you know it he's on top of you, pressing you gently into the couch, and he is kissing you, his fingers finding your wetness quick, so hot for him, over your lacy panties.

You gasp at the contact, with only the panties as your barrier, which you’d fucking soaked, and are trembling when he pulls back, his lips parted, shimmering from your kiss. Your hands grip at his dress shirt, clenching just like your fucking cunt wanted to around his cock.

You had never expected this, even having just kissed him, how he just took control… consumed you. It was possibly the sexiest thing you’d experienced. No, it was the sexiest thing. Nanami slid a long finger under your panties then, twisting them and pulling them to the side, and a cry rips from your throat.

He could now fully feel your pussy. He is sighing and lowering his body as his fingertip grazes your aching cunt, up your slit, so slow and tantalizing.

“So fucking wet.” He murmured, and you nearly fucking died as the fingetip slid against your clit, nearly doing you in, rubbing in a gentle little circle, your hips buck up, and you’re gasping.

Then you really died as he pulled his finger away for too fucking soon, licking your desire off, sucking it while shutting his eyes and groaning. He just… Your mouth drops, and your pussy throbs around nothing again, literally hurting from it. He leans back down, his hand inching up your inner thigh, lips kissing up your jaw. You shift, dying for more of his caress, of his kisses…

You're about to just beg him to fuck you at this point, uncaring of whatever that would even mean, how unlike you it was, when the bachelor party rolls in the room, drunk, raucous, and Nanami quickly sits, pulling you up with him. He adjusts your top so you’re covered, as if you weren’t stripping earlier, so gentlemanly… but then he’d just tasted you…

They all start fucking with him, yanking him away, and his eyes catch yours across the room.

Gojo comes to you with a smirk, handing you far too much money. You didn't want it. You shove it back at him, but he pushes it into your garter instead.

“It's your job, ‘Foxy’. Make the money.”

“I had way too much fun…” You whispered, and he seemed far too pleased about it. “Yeah that wasn't even work… I’m…”

“Oh fuck. You're in deep for Kento, aren’t you?” You nod, and Gojo seems to oddly understand, hand gentle on your arm. “I'm looking forward to him finding out who you are.”

“I'm sure not! I’ll die.”

He laughed, and they dragged Nanami away, leaving you two alone for a moment. “I believe in you. ‘Foxy’. Be brave.” You laugh breathlessly.

“Congrats on the wedding tomorrow, Gojo.”

He grinned, shooting you a peace sign. “I’ll be almost as pretty of a bride as her!”

You collapse on the sofa, so many thoughts fucking whirling.

You'd kissed Nanami.

He'd touched you… fuck he tasted you!

How would you face him Monday, serving him with his dumb almond croissant and black coffee?

You…

You were in deep.

Chapter 2

(Finished fic on Ao3, I'll be posting chaps on here too though)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56003029/chapters/142230640

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Thinking about Kento Nanami sucking in a sharp breath through clenched teeth when you accidentally bite down on his cock while giving him head for the first time. Him whispering, “Princess, teeth,” while gently coaxing your head down further on his length.

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To you, Nanami is just a colleague. But to him, you are everything he ever asked for. And you are not stupid enough to not notice it. Because his eyes are searching for you every moment, at every chance he gets.

Just got to the office barely on time? His first thought is if you are on your chair already, doing your work as usual. Lunch time? Making sure if you already left or thinking if he should approach you himself to ask if you already had lunch. Leaving work? Oh he makes sure to leave late, even though his work is done, so that way the both of you could leave together.

Or 'accidentally' bumping into you in the hallway just so he could speak to you. Maybe casually complimenting the way you look. Making it rather specific, "you are quite cheerful today," he would say, "oh, why do i say that? Your eyes are glowing like it never did.. before. It's somewhat-, it's beautiful" oh he tells himself he is confident, but is he? When he is in front of you, it's like he loses his mind, he cannot even think straight, or even knows what he is saying. It's like his heart is going to beat out of his chest if you keep on looking up at him like that.

when he realised you are moving away, it broke his heart knowing that you wont be there when he comes to the office hoping you are there, hoping to see that smile he adores, he hates to leave it all behind. So he confessed, and he knows, he knows you love him too. The way your eyes swelled up at his confession, and for a second he regretted that he didn't do this earlier when you seemed to step away. Because you are leaving, you are not coming back, his grip on your wrist tightened, "please" he begged, the distinguished and stoic man, begged.

You could see his eyes tearing up as his eyebrows frowed. "I'd rather have some of you, than none of you, Y/n." He said, and his voice was breaking, taking a step further, inching closer and closer until you were already on your toes, instinctively leaning for the kiss you desperately waited for.

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unfortunately, i do think choso is into dacryphilia but the worst thing is he doesn’t even realise. he just really likes when he hits that spot while he’s fucking you nice and deep and your eyes get all glossy while your breath hitches.

and then he just keeps going, abusing your sweet spot while caging you in with an arm on each side of your head, practically cooing as hot tears begin running down your cheeks. you claw at his arms while you whimper, though the sight of you so vulnerable underneath him only makes him more turned on.

and if anything it all just makes him fuck you harder, meaner, in such a stark contrast to the way he’s murmuring sweet words of praise and adoration into your mouth, messily clashing his lips against yours.

he ends up fucking you both into overstimulation, tears of pleasure brimming in his own eyes meanwhile your limbs are goo and your throat is hoarse and all you can focus on is your initials dangling from a silver chain around his neck with each harsh thrust of his hips against yours.

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Gojo is an absolute pervert! Why, so?

Because sneaking into your room to find your used underwear and purposefully take it cause he is unable to put down the thought that, that's where your pussy has been..♡

Of course you thought that it was strange that one of your panties has gone missing when you came back but you didn't give it much thought anyway until you found none other than your boyfriend, Gojo, palming himself to his very visible bulge on his boxers, with his pants slightly zipped down. You could even pinpoint the wet spot forming on it.

And there is it, your panties, so close to his face, his eyebrows scrunched as he inhaled your scent, you swore you could see him twitching in his boxers. "Satoru!" You yelled, causing him to quickly turn around as he hid your panties behind him like you did not just see that. "H—Hey, wassup?" Oh he was embarrassed, his face flushed as you just stared him down. His eyes never, once looked into yours.

"seriously?" You asked as you just took a step closer to him, enough to fill that gap between the two of you. Enough to feel that heat radiating off of him. "w..what?" He said slightly brushing the back of his neck, still avoiding your glare. "You are really bad at hiding something, satoru. You think I can't see that you have your pants down?" You pointed out the obvious.

He sighed really loudly, putting both of his hands up. "Finee, you caught me, so, what?" He asked, narrowing his eyes down at you. A smirk growing on his face, he still had your panties in his hands. You tried to get it back, only for him to bring it even higher up over his head, lowering it to see you try to get it again, you jumped and clawed on his shoulders and you just couldn't get it back. "Stop playing, and give it back, toru!" But he didn't seem to listen at all.

"should I?" He asked, before turning you against the wall with your ass against his erection. "You smell so fucking good, baby, it got me like this, see?" He grinded himself on to your ass, pulling the waist of his boxers down. "Now, Let me play with the real thing."

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Braces pain is one of the worst pain ever. So when you got your power chains for the first time, your boyfriend was hurting the same way you did. Why?

Cause you couldn't even move your mouth so as to speak! so of course, you didn't let your man kiss you. And Gojo cannot even go on a day without showing his tongue down your throat.

But he would still insist on kissing you, those faint kisses on the sides and corner of your lips and cheeks. Mann, instead of hurting you, The pain seemed to ease at every kiss he placed.

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Gojo is an absolute pervert! Why, so?

Because sneaking into your room to find your used underwear and purposefully take it cause he is unable to put down the thought that, that's where your pussy has been..♡

Of course you thought that it was strange that one of your panties has gone missing when you came back but you didn't give it much thought anyway until you found none other than your boyfriend, Gojo, palming himself to his very visible bulge on his boxers, with his pants slightly zipped down. You could even pinpoint the wet spot forming on it.

And there is it, your panties, so close to his face, his eyebrows scrunched as he inhaled your scent, you swore you could see him twitching in his boxers. "Satoru!" You yelled, causing him to quickly turn around as he hid your panties behind him like you did not just see that. "H—Hey, wassup?" Oh he was embarrassed, his face flushed as you just stared him down. His eyes never, once looked into yours.

"seriously?" You asked as you just took a step closer to him, enough to fill that gap between the two of you. Enough to feel that heat radiating off of him. "w..what?" He said slightly brushing the back of his neck, still avoiding your glare. "You are really bad at hiding something, satoru. You think I can't see that you have your pants down?" You pointed out the obvious.

He sighed really loudly, putting both of his hands up. "Finee, you caught me, so, what?" He asked, narrowing his eyes down at you. A smirk growing on his face, he still had your panties in his hands. You tried to get it back, only for him to bring it even higher up over his head, lowering it to see you try to get it again, you jumped and clawed on his shoulders and you just couldn't get it back. "Stop playing, and give it back, toru!" But he didn't seem to listen at all.

"should I?" He asked, before turning you against the wall with your ass against his erection. "You smell so fucking good, baby, it got me like this, see?" He grinded himself on to your ass, pulling the waist of his boxers down. "Now, Let me play with the real thing."

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Overstimulating Choso is the best thing everr!

He had his head thrown back, his eyes tightened shut, brows frowned as he tried to sit upright but failing miserably, he could feel all the strength in him leaving as he peaked his orgasm. You were watching everything, the way he bit his lips when you take him so deep inside your throat, how his thighs tremble when you tease below the cockhead, the place he loves the most. You giggle when he calls out that it's too much. "Im gonna cum, baby! imgonncum, imgonncum,"

you looked up at him from below, from in between his thighs, your big wide eyes drinking down each and every expression that flashes across his face as you gave faint kisses down his shaft till his balls, as you continued stroking him. "Shhh, i got you, hmm?" You hummed, feeling his abs tense up, breathing heavily "baby, fuck-,, im cummin'!" His hips thrust into your hand as the first rope of cum hit on your lips, his eyes were completely shut, the creases on his brows evident.

And you? You watched him. You pussy tinkled and clenched at that erotic sight of your boyfriend feeling good because of you. As the last drop of cum dripped down, his hips instinctively thrust into your hand, as he slumped down on the bed. But before he could catch his breath, your grip on him tightened, stroking it up and down hard. His eyes shot up, looking down at you. His thighs started trembling uncontrollably

"wait- hah- fuck! I already came! Baby i cant!—" his hands came up to stop your hand from moving it, wrapping around your wrist. "Please..!- mmn!" His hips jerked up when you suddenly went down on him, swirling your tongue around, bobbing up and down. You could feel yourself getting even more wet at the loud whimper he let out. When you looked up at him, tears pricked his eyes, pouring down his cheeks. You quickly let go as you got up in worry, "cho, im sorry, are you—"

"dont stop." He said, while the tears were still dripping down his face. Your hands found his cock again but this time you sat on top of him as you kept on stroking him behind you, could feel him throbbing against your ass. His teary eyes met yours, as he leaned in for a kiss, capturing your lips as he moaned into your mouth, "fuck-" he muttered. "Im cummin again, ma" and gosh he did, it throbbed and twitched between your ass cheeks before he erupted, painting your ass with his cum, as it dripped down to mix with your slick.

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18+ mdni early rising + eating out ft. Nanami!

husband!Nanami who wakes up to your head pressed flat against his chest, your hand pushing his shirt up, cotton wrinkling under the comforter as the first hints of the morning sun peek through the curtains

husband!Nanami who readjusts the covers, carefully slipping a warm pillow underneath your body and muttering a soft "good morning" that goes unnoticed when you blink slowly, tired eyes straining to focus on the palms currently spreading your thighs apart

husband!Nanami who can't help but chuckle at your yawn, watching you recline your head back on the pillow, two sturdy fingers hooking over the band of your underwear pulling them down and tossing them over to the laundry basket in a single smooth movement

husband!Nanami whose favorite breakfast is you, tangled in his sheets and wearing his shirts, moaning quietly with every dip and flick of his tongue

husband!Nanami who can't resist sinking his teeth in the inside of your thigh, signing his name in lovebites when your fingers tether themselves in his hair, brushing the loose strands out of his face

husband!Nanami who doesn't stop until you're tugging roughly at his roots, back arching off the bed while you whine his name

husband!Nanami who hums his approval, cleaning you up and caressing your cheek tenderly when he asks what you would like for breakfast

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18+ mdni - bedtime and blowjobs ft. Nanami <3

husband!Nanami who peeks over his book when he feels your hand slip under the elastic band of his boxers, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a smile at your attempt at pretending to still be asleep curled up with your head resting on his stomach, minutes after you mumbled something about a giving him a goodnight kiss

husband!Nanami who plays along as your palm slowly wraps around his cock, soft and gentle and warm until he can't help but harden under your tender fingertips

husband!Nanami who is very much losing at this game when your even warmer mouth meets his swollen tip, offering little kitten licks that have him considering throwing his nighttime reading on the bedside table and taking you right then

husband!Nanami who strokes your hair in affectionate pets instead while you softly suck him off, the small sleepy noises that escape every so often making his cock twitch at each reverberation, bumping into the back of your throat as you struggle to fit all of him

husband!Nanami who loves the flutter of your fingers wrapped around hia base, the way your movements stall every so often, your breathing slowing, like you were so comfortable you might actually fall asleep with his cock in your mouth

husband!Nanami who cums hard down your throat, the muscles in his abs tensing underneath your head, your tongue pressed so perfectly against the thick vein pulsing along the side, swallowing everything he gives you before settling back against him as if he was your favorite pillow

husband!Nanami who can't bring himself to disturb you when you do fall asleep like that, waiting until you're deep enough into your dreams to slip out from under you and clean himself up before getting a glass of water from the kitchen for when you inevitably wake up in two hours wanting one

husband!Nanami who will certainly be returning the favor with his own good morning kiss tomorrow

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Oh he is too cute, you can never really deny him, can you? With the way he is looking at you right now. "Can i be rough with you?" He asked in between those sloppy kisses, Except he knows you too well for you to reject that kind of offer. And when you are too stubborn to admit easily, you really wanted to continue teasing him. So, you preferred not to answer and decided to do as you please, grinding and running your hands behind the broad back of his, you could feel him shivering because of your touch.

He pulled you even closer, your legs around his waist, your pussy grinding right at his erect boner, your panties making a hot mess on his pants. "Be honest with me, baby" his voice had a bad effect on you, he tried to remove your top in a hurry, over your head. His hand snaked behind your back down, inside your panties, feeling the wetness in his hands. "Just some grinding, and it already got you like this, huh?" Oh and the sound it made when he started pumping his fingers in and out? You almost felt embarrassed at that. But you were too busy enjoying all the moments he hit those sweetspots that made your thighs tremble.

That time when you were being all over Nanami and sitting on his lap as you went on about some stupid gossip, what you failed to notice was a subtle discomfort, underneath you. Like something hard.. well maybe that was his wallet or belt as you slightly changed your position causing a reaction from Nanami. You noticed it, when you stopped whatever you were saying and accidentally seemed to grind on his lap, the way he quickly looked away as a slight grunt left from him. Then it hit you, Oh.. he is hard.

"and? what happened then, sweetheart?" He urged you to continue the story like nothing was happening. You liked how he was hiding it pretty well. You threw your hands around his neck as you grinded forward on his lap, his lips turning into a thin line at your silence "hmm.. what was i saying again? Remind me?" Of course he couldn't spell it out if you are grinding onto him like that. "When— uh, your friend—" he struggled to respond as one of his hands came to rest on your hips now. "Yes, my friend?" You urged him to go on. "Hah.. goddamn it, baby" he said in a desperate plea.

"What was that?" You asked like you didn't know, completely unaware. "Darlin' im hard," he said pulling you close, his hardness nudging against your clothed core. "Is that right?" Before you could even finish, you were met with a impatient and passionate kiss.

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I thought about the given scene with Nanami and I'm crying (given reference)

Nanami confessed that he used to be in a serious relationship with his ex and that he is struggling to move on. But he said that he genuinely likes you. And you believed him.

Laying down on your bed with Nanami. It was already past midnight, you noticed he was not sleeping at all, staring at the clock ticking as he thought about something, his brows frowning at whatever he was thinking. The room was so silent that the ticking of the clock could be heard aloud. “Cant sleep?” you asked, he quickly snapped out of the daze and looked over at you, “oh, no, why are you not asleep?” he directed a question back to you. You didn't feel like answering. “What are you thinking?” You asked, not taking your eyes off of his. He raised his eyebrows at your next question as he looked away to that clock again. “that clock.. she has the same clock at her place” your eyes widened at what he said, hugging him the next second. “I don't know much about your past but.. please dont look like you’re about to cry when you are with me.” In that moment you realised he was slipping away, that he could never move on. It was you who needed to step back.

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☆ cw. fem! reader, husband nanami, dad bod, mating press, protected -> unprotected, size kink, bręeding, praise, mdni.

it’s something hot about how husband! nanami just isn’t aware of how big he really is.

he’s insanely thick - easily stretching you with only just a few vast inches inviting its way in between your slippery entrance. the rubbery tip of the condom nearly snags against your gripping insides as he moves, hovering his soft weight above you. heavy, rushed pants of breath drag out from each lung as he looks down at you lovingly. just a mere glimpse of you, and he’s already ready to propose to you all over again.

“f.. fuck, sweetheart. hold on t’ me.” he’d grunt with two beefy arms held against either side of you.

curled twines of blond hair paint a nice bushy portion of his chest like a canvas. it starts near his neck before trailing further down toward his plump abdomen. nanami’s tucking his head into the crook of your shoulder, silently gasping at each veiny inch that disappears inside. “k- kento,” you moan, one of your legs hooking around his wide snapping waist. he’s hesitant before his hands pull your legs way up to your chest. “mmp- don’t stop, baby.”

“hah- promise,” he groans through clenched teeth, his jaw locking by the second. the stretch he creates was so good that it’s got nanami falling right into your chest. his body was practically akin to a pillow, and he’s squishing himself on top of you before your cunt squeezes around him. fuck- fuck- fuck- that same word chants in his empty brain, nearly slipping out a hoarse whimper at how slick you coated the entirety of his cock. “c’mon, sweetheart. open for me like ‘y always do. gooood, biiiig stretch for kento.”

but as he’s gradually bucking his unsteady hips into you while gently placing a hand on top of your tummy, the two of you are met with a loud abrupt ‘snaaap!’ sound, and nanami pauses.

literally - the condom pitifully snaps apart, ignoring gravity as the now ruined rubber tightens around his shaft. nanami’s panting in your neck as his entire body quivers over you before he mumbles out a raspy, “o.. oh.. shit.”

it’s rare for him to swear, but at that particular moment, you throbbed, impatiently chewing on the skin that lived on your bottom lip.

your bare heel rubs soothing circles around his tense back muscles as you suddenly meet his lustful gaze.

his eyes - they’re shining almost. the more you peer into his fawn, almond eyes, the more you got lost in his gentle, ardent stare.

“i- it’s okay,” you’d breathlessly mumble, feeling his dick retreat its way out of your sopping pussy. it’s a loud, sobbing ‘pshs’ sound that slops from your vocal pussy before you shakily whimper, “go raw, ken.”

“hah- dirty girl,” he’d groan, pressing three wet open-mouthed kisses against your temple. in immediate response, your body shudders underneath him as you hear as you feel him starting to shuffle.

with a single veiny hand, nanami snatches the snugly-fit condom off of his length before tossing it in the nearby trash bin. “ ‘m not sure if i’d last long…my lo- oh fuuuck.”

nanami’s dead silent.

shallow, shaky breath falls from his rose-colored lips as the v-shaped head of his blushing cock lightly taps against your slobbery cunt.

you’re so soaked, abundantly pouring from all sides as your legs remain prettily spread and folded. nanami himself couldn’t help but stare, openly gawking as he’s slowly creating a nasty full thrust.

just one-

a single thrust that’s making you both fall against each other at once. he’s laid right over your body, being careful not to crush you as he grunts at the occasional clenches of your cunt.

the best way to describe nanami was like a teddy bear, so soft ‘n round from all angles. with him having you in mating press, you’re feeling all of his weight plummet down onto you, each pound of his cock becoming deeper within every swallowing inch. it’s got you speechless, moaning continuously as a few strands of his chest hair collide against your skin.

“mmpf- s.. so big, ‘ken,” you’d moan, twisting your toes in anticipation at the raw friction.

he’s so big - even bigger without the rubber it seemed, and you gasped once you felt his soft foreskin slide its way inside. truth be told though, you’d never get used to his size no matter how many times he’s stuffed you full. your gummy convulsing walls merrily greeted nanami’s shaft as your arms wrapped around his rounded belly. “ugh- there, right fuckin’ thereee.”

“god- woman, you’re just.. huuh- askin’ for another baby,” nanami grumbles, blond brows creasing together as he tenderly rubs a wide palm in a circle around your tummy.

his dick’s thoroughly massaging through you perfectly, and he’s sucking his teeth at the natural feeling. your slickness coats him so good, and he’s still got you in the lewdest mating press with your knees shoved against your chest. “ ‘s that what you want, princess?” and as he speaks, his voice lowers, feeling your tummy anxiously tuck inward. “you’d look so pretty again all plump.”

with a look of meek, you cup his face, gently stroking a thumb over the crack of his parted, pouty lips. “mhm-” you’d nod, holding in a gasp once he presents your pussy with one vigorous thrust.

it’s sharp- and you whimper at how his cockhead slammed itself deep against your clit. as your thighs frantically shook, nanami holds them up before playfully tilting his head at your response.

“mhm?” he repeats your little mumble, a hiss nearly slipping through his clenched teeth as he pulls out before sloppily pulling back in.

the slimy squelches that followed were just the definition of wet. each dramatic-sounding squelch that yelped out between your legs had nanami on the verge of shooting blanks right then and there. not just there and there but inside you, too.

as dewdrops of sweat dribble from all sides of his head, nanami presses a sticky wet kiss against the crevice of your mouth. “use those pretty words, i wanna.. wanna hear my sloppy wife talk to me nice.”

“k— kentooo, please,” you’d whimper, writhing underneath his soft body. he’s pressed up against you, practically suffocating your body with his huggable warmth. each barreling inch he spent inside you had you drooling from the inside of your mouth. nanami hums, sneaking a kiss on your damp lips before feeling you claw a hand down his chiseled back. “hah- cum inside. f- fuck me.”

exactly at your sweet pleading words, you felt his dick throb inside of you. it’s more of a sporadic twitch, and it makes you let off a cute ‘ooooh!’

nanami slumps his head in between your sore jiggling breasts, sliding a tongue down the crack of your chest before groaning. “f.. fuck, when you ask me like that, can’t r- resist, honey,” and his voice dripped with such sensuous desire. nanami’s shaft greedily kisses its way against your pearled clit before his entire body erupts into vicious shakes.

he knew he wouldn’t last long at all - especially raw because once he’s starting to swell from the very tip, he’s gutturally groaning right between your tits. gluey golden strands of hair tickled against you as he’s cumming hard, whimpering into your chest.

nanami’s entire body quakes violently, and his thrusts switch from rhythmic to pathetically sloppy within seconds..

even still, you’re folded in such a pretty way, taking each slobbery drop that fills into your cunt deeply, and you moaned once his dripping tongue glides a path down toward your sensitive nipples. “mmph-” he’d grunt, muffling himself as he’s still dumping such a thick load.

nanami guides a hand down between your legs, smearing the back of his wedding ring against your flooding pussy. with a loud pop! your nipple wetly plops out between his lips and he holds still.

“take it, sweetheart. ‘s all for you,” nanami lowly whispers against your clammy chest, his heavy eyelids flapping shut. your warmth - it’s so balmy inside, and he’s already shuddering once his leaky tip sprinkles the final remnants of cum deep into your womb. it leaves a beautiful dry taste in his mouth, and nanami uses a thumb to spread a flap of your folds apart. “she’s s- so pretty.”

“f- fuck..” you’d suck in a airy moan, panting at the pitching faint spurts of wetness that echoes through your ears. gooey, thin torrents of cum run down the opening of your cunt as he pulls out, and you gasp once nanami suddenly flips you over.

now - you’re laid on your chest with your hips raised, ass arched up, and your neck most certainly raised.

“hah- forgive…me,” nanami throatily murmurs, using the back of his wedding ring once more to slither down your cream-coated pussy. his tone, it’s far lower this time—raspy with a bit of a smoky airiness to it.

oh- you were just an entire mess. he’s already licking his lips as he takes in the beauty of his wife’s backside, immediately feeling his sensitive dick twitch at the coarse, arching sight.

the way his cum just messily cascades down between your syrupy slit, splattering onto the silk white sheets in the process - he wanted more..

nanami hungrily rolls out his tongue before licking your pussy from top to bottom—shamelessly relishing in his bittersweet taste that soaks against his sizzling buds. the viscous mess glitters a sheeny filthy coat onto his pursed lips before he huffs, sitting back up.

with a soft little tap, you whine, feeling the familiar upturned curve of nanami’s hardened tip smack against your cum-slobbering entrance again and again..

“arch a bit more for me. atta girl, mhm- let’s.. hah- aim for triplets this time, my love..”

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That time when you were being all over Nanami and sitting on his lap as you went on about some stupid gossip, what you failed to notice was a subtle discomfort, underneath you. Like something hard.. well maybe that was his wallet or belt as you slightly changed your position causing a reaction from Nanami. You noticed it, when you stopped whatever you were saying and accidentally seemed to grind on his lap, the way he quickly looked away as a slight grunt left from him. Then it hit you, Oh.. he is hard.

"and? what happened then, sweetheart?" He urged you to continue the story like nothing was happening. You liked how he was hiding it pretty well. You threw your hands around his neck as you grinded forward on his lap, his lips turning into a thin line at your silence "hmm.. what was i saying again? Remind me?" Of course he couldn't spell it out if you are grinding onto him like that. "When— uh, your friend—" he struggled to respond as one of his hands came to rest on your hips now. "Yes, my friend?" You urged him to go on. "Hah.. goddamn it, baby" he said in a desperate plea.

"What was that?" You asked like you didn't know, completely unaware. "Darlin' im hard," he said pulling you close, his hardness nudging against your clothed core. "Is that right?" Before you could even finish, you were met with a impatient and passionate kiss.

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It's only normal to feel like this, Gojo is your boyfriend after all but he has been acting real weird recently, not giving you the attention you wanted. Because its only normal for him to be always touchy and showering you with kisses, and the way he fucks you real good, every night. But he has been.. neglecting you, what is his intention?

Another day passed, still nothing, he would give you a normal peck on your lips before leaving for work not like how he used to bend you over the kitchen counter and gets a quickie before he leaves. God, this was eating you alive, you didn't want to admit it, not to him. But he is so, so tempting.

Like any other normal day, he was about to leave as he leaned in for a goodbye kiss, but you hoped if it would be something more than a good bye kiss. He gave a small peck as he pulled back saying, "bye, baby, Ill see—" before he could finish you grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him so hard as you smashed your lips back into his lips. Pushing him on the counter as you desperately fumbled on the buttons of his shirt. You swore you could feel him smirking as he kissed back.

You both pulled away panting, a hint of anger evident on your face as you glared at his face, as he stuck his tongue out playfully. "That was so not like you" a mocking smile on his face as he looked at you with drunken eyes, clearly enjoying this. "You wanted this, didn't you?" You said as you pressed your body against his, one of your hands on the counter. You squeezed the obvious bulge growing on his pants as he let out a painful groan. "Ugh— shit" his breath hitched as he felt your touch, as you squeezed hard "dont— nnghmmn" he whimpered, his brows frowning as his hips bucked forward as you felt the growing wetness spreading under your touch. You looked up to meet his gaze. You never in your life imagined a man could make a face like the one in front of you right now. Face flushed, sweat dripping down his temple, tongue slightly darting out, brows knitted together. Your thighs instinctively clenched at the sight.

'God, did this guy seriously come inside his pants just from your touch?!'