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You could set your watch on his morning arrival. Every day at 8:45am sharp, you’d hear a ding signaling a customer entering the little cafe you work at and without fail you’d look up from the coffee you were making or customer you were helping and see him enter. He pushes his glasses up just as the two of you make eye contact, you can feel your cheeks warm slightly as you admire his handsome face and perfectly slicked back blonde hair. He gives you a small nod as you greet him with a warm welcoming smile.
You don’t know much about him except that his name is Nanami, he works at an office around the corner, he likes his coffee black, and he always picks up a fresh loaf of bread on his way home at the end of the day. He’s practically a stranger and yet he’s your favorite customer. It also doesn’t hurt that he’s not bad on the eyes, even if he does seem like his guard is always up. It's easy to daydream about being wrapped in his large muscular arms, holding you closely and surrounding you with his warmth. You quickly snap back to reality as he steps up to the counter.
“The usu-“ Nanami begins, but you cut him off and present him with his coffee along with a scone.
“I didn’t order a scone,” he takes his coffee.
You give him a small smile, “I know, but we like to give every customer a free treat on their birthday. So, Happy Birthday!”
You push the scone closer to him across the counter. It stops when it slightly bumps up against his hand that holds his coffee. He doesn’t notice as his eyes study you. You catch a hint of confusion flash over his face, but he quickly composes himself and recovers. That’s the most emotion you’ve seen from him since he started coming in. You start to blush, but then start to worry you’ve offended him and your smile begins to fall.
“How do you know it’s my birthday?” He takes a sip from his coffee.
You try to recover, but suddenly you’re nervous around him, you haven’t felt like this since the first day he came in.
“Oh, well, um. You see, when you joined our rewards program you entered your birthday, so, uh, ya. That’s how we know.”
He’s silent for a moment.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I just thought you’d like the scone, do you want something else? I can swap it out for anything in the case. Really, it’s no problem.”
As you ramble on about the store’s birthday policy, Nanami picks up the scone and takes a bite. He makes sure to not let a single crumb fall.
“Thank you.” He gives you another small nod as he leaves exact change, plus tip, on the counter for the coffee before turning to leave. You watch him exit. You’ll be thinking about that interaction all day.
It’s the end of your shift as you tidy up your station. Any other day you’d know that Nanami would enter at 5:10pm for his daily bread. You didn’t tell him this, but lately you’ve started making a fresh loaf in the afternoon just for him so he would always have a fresh as opposed to one made earlier in the morning. However, after the birthday scone this morning you aren’t sure if he’ll return. You rotate your right shoulder trying to get a kink out. It’s been slightly hurting for the last couple of days, maybe you slept wrong or something. As you massage your shoulder you hear the door ding. Your hand drops from your shoulder as your eyes dart to the clock on the wall: 5:10pm exactly. You look back at the door and there he is, Nanami. You feel the anxiety from today wash away as he approaches the counter.
“The usual?” “The scone was delicious.” You both say at the same time, but then pause letting the other continue first.
“Please, after you,” he nods.
You let out a small laugh at the slight awkwardness of the conversation. “Excuse me, I’m sorry. Please, you go first,” you offer now flustered.
He doesn’t break eye contact, “I said, after you.” There’s a layer of demand in his voice that catches you off guard. Nanami is never usually a bubbly man when he speaks, but this is different. You’re taken aback, but clear your throat trying to recover.
“Sorry, I was just asking if you’d like your usual, a fresh baguette. What were you going to say?” You give him a small smile.
Nanami studies you for a moment before responding, “Please. I was just going to thank you for the scone earlier. It was delicious.”
You light up at his words, “Really? Thank you! I made it myself, actually...” you look away, slightly blushing. This is the most you’ve heard him speak at once before, his tone as returned to the normal amount of sterness.
“Do you also make the bread?” He asks, his eyes never breaking contact. Your cheeks are almost on fire now.
“Yes, do you like it?” You ask as you pull out the specific baguette you baked just for him and slide it into a paper bag. You hold out the bagged baguette out across the counter for him.
Nanami's large hand reaches out to take it as his pinky finger softly brushes across your hand. He leaves it there for a just a moment, but to you it feels like 100 years. As soon as your skin makes contact it’s as if a bolt of lightning has shot through your body, creating a storm deep in your pit. The moment ends as he takes the bag from you. you watch as he brings the bread up to his nose and inhales, his hand ever so slightly tightening it’s grip around the bag as you can hear the soft crunch of the baguette, his eyes slightly closing as he does. You watch him, holding your breath, craving his approval. His eyes open under his glasses and he once again makes eye contact. Your heart skips a beat.
“It’s perfect. As always,” he exhales.
The two of you stand in silence, the electricity from before still runs through you, it feels as if it’s jumping back and forth between the two of you, charging up until one of you bursts first. Ding goes the door, another customer enters. Nanami slightly shakes his head as if snapping himself out of a trance. He looks at his wrist watch and then back to you. With a nod, he thanks you again and heads out. You feel your heart start to sink as you watch him go, not acknowledging this new customer at all.
“Did you get that?” The customer asks, slightly annoyed.
You snap back to reality and give a forced smile to customer before you.
“Sorry, yes. Chai latte with oat milk? Just a second!” You turn around and begin the order, glancing down at the spot on your hand that his pinky touched, chasing that feeling he gave you over and over.
You clock out shortly after the customer leaves and while it’s only been 20 minutes since your interaction with Nanami, it felt like a lifetime ago.
‘Let’s go home, order some dinner, and take a long cold shower,’ you tell yourself as you exit the cafe.
You stop in your tracks as you heard your name be called. You turn your head and see Nanami standing there, holding his baguette. His tie has been loosened ever so slightly. You’re frozen. Is this a dream? Did you slip on spilled coffee as you were clocking out and you’re now unconscious? Or maybe you died and this is the final image your brain is playing for you as it shuts down. That’s a comforting thought, to have Nanami be the last thing you see as you die. You smile softly, lost in your thoughts, but then quickly realize this is not a dream nor are you dying. This is real. And while you aren’t literally dying, you now want to out of embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you like that.” Nanami takes a step closer to you.
You shake your head in response, “No, I’m sorry. Long day, my mind was somewhere else and I didn’t expect to see you here.” You try to keep your cool as he stands closer now.
The space between you is less than the counter distance, it’s the closest you’ve ever been now.
“Is everything okay? Did I forget something?” You ask trying to think back if you gave him exact change or not.
Nanami clears his throat, “If I may be so bold in asking, would you like to join me for dinner tonight?” You watch his face in confusion, did he just ask you out?
“What?” Is all you can muster.
Nanami takes a deep breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose, this doesn’t look easy for him. He sighs and looks away, “My job made me reservations for dinner as a birthday gift. I would normally go alone, but I’d like to thank you for the scone from earlier today…” He trails off.
What the fuck is happening.
“So would you like to join me? You can say no, I know this is sudden and inappropriate but I wanted to wait till you were off the clock as to not mix personal and work.” He adds after you don’t respond, his eyes meet yours again.
“Yes!” You let out.
Nanami raises his eyebrows, he wasn’t expecting that eager of a response. “Are you sure? Really I don’t mind eating alone.” He gives you a way out, but you don’t accept it.
“Yes, that sounds really nice. And I don’t think it’s weird, we see each other every day anyway?” You try to not sound weird either while also playing it cool. Internally, you are screaming. “I would need to change though, is that okay?” You look down at your stained jeans and white polo, now aware and embarrassed with how you must look to him.
Nanami clears his throat again. “Reservations aren’t until 8 anyway. Here’s the name and address of the restaurant.” He takes out a business card and pen to write on the back before handing it to you. He gives you a small nod, “I’ll see you later.” He walks off, leaving you alone once again with your internal screaming.
You look down at the business card and see the name of the restaurant, it’s in French and you can’t pronounce it but it sounds fancy. You flip the card over to reveal his full name: Nanami Kento.
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The restaurant wasn't actually that far from your place and the weather was nice tonight so you decided to walk. Plus, it gave you time to think and compose yourself before this dinner with a man you knew very little of. As you arrive, your eyes fall on Nanami standing outside the restaurant in a perfectly fitted suit and tie. It’s not like you hadn’t seen him one before or anything, he wears one every day to work - but this seemed different. Less professional and more stylish. While you're busy admiring his outfit, Nanami is also taking you in. Your hair freshly washed and styled, fresh makeup, and a little black dress you normally saved for engagement parties or events you weren’t sure of the dress code. He gives you a small nod of approval and opens the door for you.
The two of you are seated immediately and Nanami orders wine for the table after he asks you if you want any. You agree to whatever he’s having as wine isn’t your specialty and you’re sure anything on this menu will be good.
Once the waiter leaves, Nanami places his napkin on his lap and looks over at you from across the table. “Thank you again for coming.” His guard is still up, but you detect a slight shift as the corner of his lips twitch upwards for a just a second. Was that a smile?
You take a sip of your water. “Please, I should be thanking you. I was just gonna order take out and crash on the couch.” He raises an eyebrow. “Now that I think about it, that sounds really depressing and I don’t know why I told you that.” You look away, off to a great start.
“That actually sounds lovely. You seem like the kind of person who enjoys her time away from work,” he responds cooly.
You look back at him, he has no judgement on his face at all and seems sincere. “Well, ya. I have to be up early for the cafe so I like to decompress with the time I have before I have to go to bed early and start all over. But don’t get me wrong, I love my job. There’s something calming about baking early in the morning. Just you and the dough.” You realize how silly you sound.
“I’m sorry for keeping you out late then, I promise this dinner won’t last long. I don’t want you tired for your shift tomorrow,” there's guilt in his voice as if he's already kicking himself for asking you out.
Your eyes go wide, “No, no! I’m actually off tomorrow. So there’s no rush. I promise! Uh, not that I would make you have a super long dinner with me, it is your birthday after all. I’m just saying, I’m okay on time. There’s nowhere I have to be tomorrow. I’m all yours.” Nanami almost chokes on his water as your face turns red. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling. I think I’m just hungry, haha.”
Before he can respond, the waiter brings the bottle of wine he ordered and pours it for you both. You raise your glass, trying to change the subject. "To uhhh... Birthdays?” You're terrible at toasts. The two of you clink glasses.
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You’re halfway done with your glass of wine as you finish your starter salad. You’re in the middle of telling Nanami about one of the weirdest orders you’ve gotten at the cafe. He looks at you as if you’re the only person in the entire restaurant which makes it hard to concentrate, but the wine is helping.
“So they wanted a blueberry muffin, but the blueberries not to be baked into the muffin?” He asks trying to wrap his head around the order.
“Yes! I told him we couldn’t do that and then proceeded to watch him pick out every blueberry from the muffin while he sat at his table. I’m sure he had a good reason, I just hadn’t seen it before. Do you like anything strange or different?” You ask, feeling a slight buzz.
Nanami pauses, thinking of his answer. He’s already finished his first glass of wine and is pouring another. “I wouldn’t say strange, but I am particular about certain things.” He doesn’t elaborate.
“That’s nice that you know what you want I guess,” you raise the glass to your lips and catch Nanami watching you intently.
“Knowing what you want and getting what you want don’t always go hand-in-hand. There’s always the chance it might not happen.” He takes another sip of wine.
“High risk, high reward kind of thing? That’s what they say in business lingo, ya?” That gets a small laugh out of him, it catches you off guard.
“Yes, something like that.”
The two of you start to loosen up more now as the wine continues to flow and the food keeps coming. He’s actually not as uptight as you thought he was, he just has a stressful finance office job that takes most of his attention and energy. You tell him you hope to have your own bakery one day and he offers his help as a financial advisor when the time comes.
“I don’t normally recommend people going into the food industry as it’s never a sure investment, but I have no doubt you would do amazing if you sold those baguettes you make. They’re one of the reasons I keep coming back.”
“One of the reasons?” You ask, feeling bold from the wine.
Nanami doesn’t have time to respond as the waiter brings a small dessert with a candle on it. He sings Happy Birthday to a very embarrassed Nanami who looks like he wants to die. You smile and sing along, teasing him. He looks at you and where there was embarrassment is now a soft smile.
Nanami offers you a bite of the piece of cake. You agree and jokingly open your mouth as if asking him to feed you. You’re surprised when he slides in his fork with a bite of cake on it into your mouth. You close down and the two of you once again make eye contact, both half-lid tipsy stares. You don’t break eye contact as you slowly pull your lips back and off the fork, taking a couple of bites and swallowing. Nanami doesn’t move his hand as he holds the fork up watching you, his mouth going dry. You can’t believe what you just did. Was that sexy? You don’t have time to think because he’s already signed the check and is ready to help you out of your chair. His large hand extends out to you as your place yours in his. They’re soft, but still callous and slightly rough. He wraps closes his hand around yours as you stand up. That electric feeling from before as intensified by a thousand. You don’t know how you’ll be able to walk home now.
Nanami doesn’t let go of your hand as he leads you out of the restaurant, the cool air hitting your skin helps bring you both back to reality. It’s then that he releases your hand, both unsure what to do next. You knew he was tall, but you never fully registered how tall he was until now as he stood facing you.
“Thank you again for tonight—“ you start as he speaks at the exact same time, “Do you want to come back to my place?” You can’t help but awkwardly laugh but then it hits you what he just said. “Oh!” Your whole face turns red.
“Excuse me, that was too forward. I hope you don’t think I just asked you to dinner with the motive of taking you home. This is not where I thought the night would go.” He’s flustered.
“I would really like that,” you say quietly, looking away and down at the ground.
Suddenly, you feel his hand on yours again and you look up at him, starting to shiver from the chilly night. The warmth of his hand helps though. He looks at you with longing as he silently takes off his suit jack and places it over your shoulders. It smells like him and you can feel his second-hand warmth surround you.
“Thank you,” you whisper with a smile.
Before you know it, he’s ducked down so his face is level with yours as he softly places a kiss on your lips. Your eyes go wide as this happens, but you quickly close them and return the kiss. His soft lips begin to part so you do the same, molding into his kiss. That’s when you feel the tip of his tongue softly glide across your bottom lip. The fire in your stomach is set ablaze. It’s over as fast as it started as Nanami pulls away and straightens up.
“I’m not too far this way.” He nods off to the left.
‘We’ve lived this close to each other this whole time?’ You smile as he leads the way, his hand gives you a tender squeeze.
His front door unlocks with a click. He pushes the door open, welcoming you inside.
“Do you mind if I take off my shoes? These heels are starting to betray me.” You ask as you take in your new surroundings.
Nanami takes his jacket from your shoulders and folds it over his arm. “Of course. Please make yourself at home.”
You slide out of your heels and look up at him, he’s even taller now. Your mouth goes dry as your mind wanders about climbing him like a tree. Your thoughts are cut short as he looks down at you, loosing his tie.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” He breaks the silence and moves into the kitchen.
You follow, amazed by how big and spacious his place it. “Water, please.” You feel a cool glass pressed into your hands. You down it hoping to be as sober as possible to fully enjoy what’s about to come.
He takes the empty glass from you and passes his thumb across your lips, catching the water droplets that didn’t make it into your mouth. “This way.” There’s that demanding tone again from earlier this morning. You gulp and do as you’re told, following him into his bedroom.
As you enter his bedroom, you eye his king size bed with what looks like soft linen bedding. You watch him hang up his suit jacket, even in the heat of the moment he still takes the time to hang up his things. But you’ll soon find out that this is the last of his tidiness. Suddenly, he takes your hand in his and pulls you into his chest. His strong arms wrap around you as he holds you close. You’ve daydreamed about this so much that you aren’t sure if this is real or not. But it must be because in your daydreams you are cut short by the sounds of customers and coffee being poured. But here? All you can hear is his breathing and the faint sound of his heart speeding up. You wonder if he can feel yours as it seems like it’ll break free from your chest at any moment.
He loosens his grip and his hand finds your chin, raising it up tenderly so he can continue your kiss from earlier. You let him take the lead and follow his motions, molding your lips to his and allowing entrance into your mouth. His tongue finds his way inside, it’s hot and slick as it fills you up. You find that you’re now on your tippy toes, hoping reach into him even more and then you feel his hand drop from your chin and snake around your back. His two large hands find your ass and grip your thighs. It takes no effort for him to lift you up, your legs wrap around his waist bringing your face to his level. You wrap your arms around his neck as you both continue to explore each other’s mouths. He tastes like the dessert and wine from earlier.
Nanami pulls away, letting you both catch your breath. You feel his hot breath on your face and then your neck as he buries himself in it. You let out a small moan when his tongue slides across your skin. Hot breath engulfing your neck as you start to pant. He releases his kiss from your neck and moves to your ear, breathing harder now.
“Do you remember when I said I had particular wants?” He hotly whispers into your ear. You can’t speak and only nod.
Still wrapped around him, he walks you to his bed and gently places you down on it. You prop yourself up with you elbows and look up at him towering over you. This is the same yet completely different man you’re used to serving coffee to. You watch him take off his tie and wrap it around his hand as he unbuttons the first two buttons of his shirt, exposing just a little of his chest. You unknowingly lick your lips which results in him letting out a small chuckle.
“Patience,” is all he says. You blush from embarrassment.
“First and foremost, I want you to be comfortable so if at any time you’re not, please tell me. Do you want to choose a safe word?” He’s 100% serious as he looks down at you, watching you breathe heavily.
He begins to roll up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms. You nod, this isn’t your first rodeo and are actually thrilled this is the direction it’s taking.
“How about… Baguette?” You give him a sly smile and in the moment he is on top of you, his long arms trapping you between them and under him against the bed. His lips meet yours with a sense of urgency this time.
The two of you continue to make-out as he switches positions so you’re now on top straddling him. You feel his hands move to your back and unzip your dress, sliding it off your shoulders to reveal your breasts, begging to be free of the constraints of your black lace bra. Your face warms as you see his eyes widen at the site.
“May I?” He asks, his hands hovering over the back of your bra.
“Please.” You whisper.
“You’re going to need to be louder than that,” he smirks, but also means it.
“I said, please take it off,” you say louder.
That satisfies him and he unclasps it before ripping the bra from you - exposing your naked breasts and hard nipples. Nanami immediately sits up so you’re now sitting in his lap facing him, you can feel his hard bulge pressing into you through his pants. His one hand that has the tie wrapped around it still holds your back for support while the other hand grips your left breast. You feel his hand completely cover it as he massages it, kneading it like dough. You bite your lip as you welcome the pleasurable feeling. You close your eyes and feel his hot breath on your right breast. His tongue does figure eights around your nipple before wrapping his lips around it and sucking on whatever skin his mouth can find.
Your hands find their way into his hair as you hold on for dear life. Every time he gives you a love bite you slightly pull on his hair which causes him let out a soft moan onto your breast. He pulls his mouth back, giving you one last lick of your nipple and drawing a thin line of spit that connects you to him. You’re both panting harder and louder now, but the night is just getting started.
“Arms out.” He commands.
You do as you’re told, your mind is already fuzzy from just a bit of nipple play. You lean back slightly, wrapping your legs around him to hold your balance as you put your arms out in front. You look down and at the large bulge in his tight pants. Your mouth goes dry as you try to picture what it looks like. Seeing it makes you aware of just how wet you are. You can already tell that Nanami is aware, but like he said ‘Patience.’ He unwraps the tie from his hand and begins to wrap it around your wrists, binding them together. It’s tight, but not too tight. You give him an approving nod and the okay to continue.
“Good girl,” he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe.
Gently, Nanami lowers you down onto your back so your bound hands just hang off the edge of the bed. You slightly lift your head up to see Nanami on his knees hovering over your waist. A faint smile spreads across his face as he takes in your body, slipping off the rest of your dress and leaving just the black matching underwear. He tosses the dress aside and places his hands back on your thighs where he begins to run up and down, sending the warmth of his touch up your body all the way to your burning face. His hands make their way back to your underwear where he softly rubs his thumb over your wetness. It’s enough to make you shudder and crave more.
“Did you know I’ve thought about this before?” He informs you as he strokes the outside of your underwear again, feeling the wetness. You’re surprised to hear that. “And if I may be so bold, it seems like you’ve thought about it too.” His thumb stops on your clit, gently rubbing it through the fabric. You can’t help but let out a faint moan.
“As much as I love to hear you moan, I want to hear you agree with your words.” He gives another rub.
You let another moan escape, but this time manage to speak, “I— thought about it… too.”
Nanami likes what he hears and slides your underwear off, exposing everything to him. It doesn’t help that he’s still fully clothed as you lie there naked, vulnerable and his for the taking.
You don’t take your eyes off him as you watch his left hand grab your left thigh and push up so you bend your knee, exposing even more to him. Nanami’s right hand does the same with your other thigh as he leans down, his face inches away from you. His hot breath wash over you and your hips instinctively push themselves closer to his face.
He pulls his face away, tsk tsk. “If you can’t learn to be patient then I’m going to have to punish you.” His grip tightens around your thighs, there will surely be bruises tomorrow.
“Sorry, Nanami,” you close your eyes and lower your hips back to the bed.
He hums at the sound of you saying his name. “That’s better.”
He once again lowers his face back down, teasing you again with his breath and waiting to see if you’ll mess up again. But you don’t and so you are rewarded with a kiss on your inner thighs.
“Please…” you beg, longing for his touch.
“Please, what?” He asks as he pushes himself up and over you, his face hovering over yours now. He stares down at you as if he could see your soul.
“Please, touch me down there,” you let you breathlessly.
Nanami smiles. “Only because you asked so nicely.”
He plants a kiss on your lips as his right hand releases your thigh and his fingers find their way into you. His thumb starts to rub your clit, you moan at his touch. And just as your mouth opens, his hand shoots up to your face and his index and middle fingers slide into your mouth. You close down on them, beginning to suck on them. Nanami twirls his long fingers around inside your mouth, your tongue has a hard time moving as his fingers take up most of the space now. Nanami pulls his fingers out, making a popping sound with your mouth as you release them.
“You’re already so wet down there, but I couldn’t help myself wanting to know what it would feel like to have you suck on my fingers.” He praises you as his wet fingers make their way back down, gently sliding up and down your folds.
Your breathing picks up again as his fingers slide in with ease. You gasp as they enter, it’s only two fingers but it’s enough to make him remark on how tight you are.
As he slowly begins to pump inside of you with his fingers, he takes this opportunity to go back to your breasts with his mouth. He moves between kisses, biting, and licking never getting enough of you. His fingers start to move faster and then hook into you, targeting your g-spot. Just as he does, he bites down on your right nipple sending a mixture of pain and pleasure throughout your body. Your wriggle under his heavy body as it becomes too much. You’re close to finishing, but he’s not ready for you yet. Your walls tighten around his fingers as you’re about to hit your breaking point, but then he suddenly pulls out and the emptiness he left inside of you leaves you cold and wanting. You whimper, but he only laughs.
His voice drops, “I’ll tell you when you can cum. Got it?”
You pout, but nod. “Yes, Nanami.”
Nanami sits back up, licking his fingers clean. “This might be the best thing you’ve ever made me,” he hums, savoring your taste.
You can’t help but blush and try to find your face in the bedding.
Nanami pins you down. “I didn’t say you could move. Hmmm. Someone thinks they can get away with whatever they want tonight. And here I was, about to undress for you.”
You stop moving, eyes open wide. “Please, I’m sorry, Nanami. I’ll be good. I want to see you naked,” you beg.
He just shakes his head and without warning he flips you so you’re now on your stomach and ass in the air. You can’t see it, but Nanami is practically drooling over your ass, his large hands touching every inch of skin as if to memorize it for life. His right hand begins to rub one of your cheeks, you can guess what’s going to happen next.
“I’m going to count to three and you better behave when I finish, understood? I don’t have time for you to keep misbehaving.”
You nod as best you could with your face smushed into the bedding, “Yes, Nanami.” It’s muffled, but he allows it.
“One.”
Spank
“Two.”
Spank
“Three.”
Spank
With each spank, you let out a louder and louder yelp. It stings, but not enough to use the safe word. You can feel tears sting the corners of your eyes with each spank. Nanami isn’t a monster so after he finishes your punishment, he plants three kisses where his palm made contact.
“Have we learned our lesson?” He asks, massaging your ass.
“Yes, Nanami…” you exhale.
“Good girl.”
You feel his hands tighten their grip on your thighs as flips you back again and then you don’t feel him at all. Sitting up, you see that Nanami is now resting against the headboard, unbuttoning his shirt. You watch, swelling as he completely removes it to reveal his toned chest and even lower that large bulge from before. He notices the want in your eyes and beckons you closer. Awkwardly, you crawl on your knees with your hands still bound and stumble into his lap, inches away from his covered hard on.
“Would you like some help with that?” He asks, unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear.
Your jaw drops when you see his erect penis shoot up, finally free. It’s larger than you expected but you don’t let it intimidate you.
“May I?” You ask, inching your face closer.
Nanami smiles. “Someone learned their lesson. It’s all yours.”
His right hand cups your cheek and then works his way into your hair, grabbing a clump at the base. He guides you to his penis and you open your mouth, tongue sticking out, hot breath as you pant. The tip of your tongue makes contacts and you taste the salty pre-cum. Remembering how her liked your spit from earlier, you let a pool of salvia fall onto his head. Nanami lets out a moan when he feels it. Your mouth is soon to follow as you take in as much of him as you can.
Your head begins to bob up and down, his hand helping guide you. His other hand has found its way to your shoulders as he starts to rub the same spot you were rubbing earlier that day. You relax under his touch, all that pain melts away. You hold yourself up on your elbows, but Nanami can tell it’s a less than ideal position with you being bound so he pulls your head off and directs you to look up at him.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you?” He asks.
You could cum at that instant just hearing him say that. Drool falls down the side of your mouth, but it doesn’t bother you. You’re way past any sort of modesty.
“Please fuck me, Nanami. I need it,” your eyes are wide as you beg to be destroyed by him.
“Fuck.” Is all he’s able to get out, the hunger in his eyes is too much.
He grabs your wrists and undoes the tie, releasing your hands. Now free, your hands go to his chest, touching it and finally feeling it for yourself. You long to feel his embrace of your two naked bodies. And almost as if he could read your mind, he pulls you in as your lips crash against each other and his hands grasp your back. He’s the first to pull away from the kiss, but that’s only so he can reach for a condom and slide it over his erection.
Once the condom is secure, you straddle his lap with his hands firmly holding your waist as he helps lower you down. You thought you were wet before? Well, you’re absolutely soaking now and his large cock glides in with ease, stretching you out as you take him in.
“Fuck,” he moans in your ear.
His left hand stays on your waist while his right hand cradles your cheek. You nuzzle into him before he moves his hand to your neck, curling his fingers around it. You fit perfectly in his hand. Your hips start to find a rhythm as you begin to ride him, starting off slow and working your way up. Nanami’s grip around your neck starts to tighten as your mouth opens wider. The feeling is beyond belief. You grind on him, feeling his cock fill you up in size. You didn’t think you’d be able to take something this size, but here you are.
Nanami presses his lips to your left ear. “Don’t you dare cum yet.”
He doesn’t wait for your response before switching positions so you’re now on your back and he’s above you holding your left ankle over his shoulder and his right hand still on your neck. Nanami, now in control again, thrusts deeper into you. Your moans and screams fill the room, it’s like music to his ears.
“That’s it, sing for me,” he quickens the pace as you call out his name, begging him to let you cum.
Both of your breathing starts to get messy as he goes faster and sloppier but still never letting go of your neck. He thrusts again and again, finally letting you have your release.
“Cum for me. Now,” he demands between breaths.
At that moment he releases your neck and you are sent into another dimension as you cum around his throbbing cock. Your body shaking from the high.
“Nanami Kento…” you let out and at that moment, hearing’s full name he finishes.
The two of you riding the wave of pleasure together as you begin to come down and catch your breath. Nanami falls on top of you, exhausted. His weight is almost too much to handle, but he rolls off before you can’t breathe anymore. Needing more of him, you roll over and into his chest, his arms wrap around you and hold you close. But first he has to get up to discard his used condom. He plants a kiss on your forehead before quickly heading towards the bathroom and giving you a moment to catch your breath.
Finally, your breathing starts to sound somewhat normal as he returns to the bed, wrapping you once again into his arms. You bury your face deeper into his chest. His grip around you tightens, he has no intention of letting you go tonight.
“Happy Birthday,” you whisper before falling asleep together.