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You rang the doorbell, observing the outside of the house as you waited. It wasn't anything too fancy, but it was definitely more expensive than you could afford. His sleek, pitch black car was parked dormant in the otherwise empty driveway. The hedges had been trimmed precisely to give them a neat finish. Even the grass was well kept, to the point where you questioned if it was real or not. The sound of crickets chirping from the flowerbed seemed to prolong the wait. You peeked through the blurred windows beside the door and faintly saw a figure descend the steps in the darkness.
Finally, the door swung open, greeting you with a sight you didn't have anywhere in mind.
A light blue towel hung around Nanami's broad shoulders. He used one end to dry his damp hair, the straight locks now laying flat along his head. You didn't even try to stop your eyes from exploring his body. The various scars scattered about his skin made you want to reach out to trace them, but you managed to refrain from doing so. Your gaze followed a stray droplet of water down his toned torso, all the way to the other towel that rested low at his hips. When you say low, you mean he was exposing his entire v-line.
“GOD DAMN!”
Okay, you let it slip this time. My bad. Undisturbed by your outburst, Nanami smirked calmly.
“Sorry, I was in the shower. You weren't waiting too long were you?” He then gestured for you to enter, “come inside, I don't want you to get cold.”
“I've got something for you to come inside.” You murmured, giggling under your breath.
“What?”
You ignored the question, instead amazed by the spacious layout and your surroundings as you turned on the light.
“Oooh this a nice place, lemme get a house tour.”
Nanami shook his head as he turned back off the light, his gaze positively predatory as it landed on you. It seems he definitely hasn't forgotten what happened earlier today. Especially… if the tent in his towel was any indicator.
“The house tour will have to wait.”
In a mere two steps he was on you, his firm hands grabbing your waist and forcing you against the wall. The kiss that met your lips was far from tender, it was infused with the passion of a thousand stars. Your mind reeled from it, because it was so overwhelming you had to wonder if all this was solely from your encounter earlier today… or if it was something more than that. It was demanding: coaxing, tearing quiet breaths and moans from you. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, asking for more, never quite satisfied with what you gave. And as you whined he groaned, licking into you, trying to replicate the sound. You reached up to grip his sloppy blond strands and hopefully ground yourself before you melted into the wall.
Nanami pulled away just as swiftly as he started, whispering breathlessly against your lips as he started to roll up your shirt.
“I want these off. Now.”
He practically yanked it over your head, tossing it aside and returning to your mouth. His hands frantically moved to your shorts, pulling them apart with so much force you felt the button snap clean off and go flying god knows where.
“H-hey, I can't a-afford–”
“I'll buy you new clothes.”
He dropped to his knees on the hardwood floor, tugging the shorts down with him. Nanami planted wet, sensual kisses below your navel, never quite reaching the spot you wanted his attention at the most. You trembled, panting at the seemingly endless stimulation. You couldn't wrap your head around how his mouth was so hot, or how he could make kissing feel this good. If this is foreplay… then what the fuck is the real thing like? He stood once more and gripped the underside of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly off the floor. You wrapped your legs around his waist, silently hoping the towel would just slide right off from all this effort. To your disappointment, it lasted up the stairs and into the bedroom. What do they make these towels out of?!
He let you fall back onto the bed, causing you to bounce slightly at the impact. It was beyond comfortable, complete with silk sheets and a mattress that felt like it came from a fairytale. Nanami must have seen the amazement in your expression because he chuckled.
“You like that? Enjoy it then, we're breaking this tonight. And don't even think about falling asleep on me either.”
You faked a yawn and stretched your arms out, “Too late.”
He frowned, crawling to hover over you on the bed. His tired eyes were sharp as they looked at you, illuminated by the candlelight in the room.
“You need to be put in your fucking place y'know that?”
“I don't see anyone putting me in it.”
His frown deepened, and your smile widened. He lowered himself, continuing to kiss—though it was so wet it felt like licking—down your body until he arrived at your underwear. He caught the article of clothing in his teeth, the fabric gliding down your skin as he pulled it down your legs. Your face heated up at the display. Aside from glorifying your thighs with his lips on the way back up, he didn't waste much more time. The blush seeping into your cheeks only deepened as he dipped his fingers in your sex, only for them to return coated in slick.
He sucked his fingers clean, his half lidded eyes locked on yours.
“You're so worked up. I'll make you cum like this, then I want you dripping on my cock. Think you can handle that, sweetheart?”
You tried to form a witty response but were stopped before words could even come to being in your mind. His actions now contradicted his fast-paced, desperate ones earlier. He ate you out slowly, took his time admiring every second of it. The obscene sucking and kissing sounds had you trembling, clenching your eyes shut and turning away. You bit your lip harshly, your grip tightening in his hair. Subconsciously, your hips canted upwards, to which he responded by pinning them down in his strong grip. He ran his tongue up in one slow, long stripe. Your head fell back, a whimper clawing its way out of your throat.
“N-Na–Nanami–”
As if only fueled by the sound of your name on his tongue, his efforts intensified. He used his thumb to press against, circle– fuck, you couldn't think straight. He was toying lazily with your clit, letting his tongue do the majority of the work. Then he completely moved his hand, prodding at your entrance with his finger. Your keens and mewls pushed him further, had him thrusting a digit inside. You really really couldn't hold it in anymore. Your mouth was open, emitting the most debauched noises. You were quite certain you've never sounded this fucked out in your life from getting eaten out.
Nanami hummed against you, “that's it. I wanna hear you scream for me.”
As he added a second finger, you felt like you were being pulled apart at the seams. Your fingers curled into the sheets, your other hand threatening to tear out Nanami's hair. You squirmed to no avail, there was no escaping this. Nanami's grip was unyielding; you couldn't even roll your hips up into his mouth. Your back arched at the sensations, the pace of your breaths quickening as the heat in your groin sparked into a roaring flame.
“N-Nanami! Nanami!” You cried, gasping, moaning, fuck anything .
“Ngh– ah–! F-fuck, no– ah–”
He donned a sly smile, “‘no stop’ or ‘no I'm about to cum like this.’?”
Your eyes rolled into your skull.
“C-cum– I– I'm– t-too much–!”
Your thighs hugged his face as you finished with a whimper that was far too humiliating for your liking. A tremor worked its way down your body, and soon you were quivering. It was so intense even the sounds that left you were shaky. As much and as hard as you tried to push Nanami away, he didn't even falter. Every last drop was his to consume, and he used your legs as leverage, pulling you down and holding you there so he could take everything. So he could reduce you to nothing but a shaking disaster of a human being. And all you could do was stare at the ceiling, gnawing at your lip for some other sensation to take your mind off of Nanami's insanity.
With a parting lick, he pried himself off of you. Don't get it twisted: he could , and happily would stay down there all night, but he had more pressing plans. By the time he was done you were twitching, your breaths stuttering like a broken record player. His tongue darted out briefly to lick his glossy lips, savoring the aftertaste. Through the mist swirling in your head, you faintly registered the fact that his fingers were still in you. You weakly clawed at his arm. It was the best you could do, your last attempt at gaining Nanami's mercy, and he smiled. He smiled at your suffering, languidly fingering you once more. To your surprise, he removed the digits shortly after.
You sighed in relief, only to be met with a tsk tsk sound from him.
“If you hadn't ran your mouth earlier, I might've let you cum on my fingers and called it a night. I might have gone easy on you.”
He untied the towel hanging onto his waist for dear life.
“But no.”
You blinked at his length as he let the towel fall onto the bed, your lips parting a fraction. He lined himself up, continuing to dwell on the topic.
“You just had to rile me up.”
You gasped as he sank into the heat, planting his palms on the mattress, his head angled downwards. Blond strands hung over his eyes as he watched himself slide in inch by inch.
“As if I haven't been waiting long enough already,” he huffed, steadily rocking his hips. It seems that letting you adjust wasn't in his schedule.
Your brows furrowed at his words but the rough snap of his thrusts scrambled your mind. Instead of making a comment, you only stared up at him through a half lidded gaze. His eyes were shut, soft grunts and pants leaking from his mouth. He bit his lip, practically rutting into you. Your already breathless moans grew pitchy, borderline whiny. There was definitely a shift in the atmosphere. For some reason, this started to feel a lot more… intimate. Come to think of it, why did Nanami light candles anyway? Why did he invite you to his house of all places?
A near silent moan interrupted your thoughts.
“Fuck,” Nanami panted, “it… this feels…”
And suddenly he was picking up the pace, overtaken by his previously buried desperation.
“Nanami w-what– wha– ah–!”
Nanami groaned.
“I want this so fucking bad. Shit, I can't wait anymore.”
If possible, his thrusts got sharper, rougher.
“I've wanted you. Since Jujutsu high. And you act like you don't even know what you're doing to me with that dumbass grin after you say some stupid shit. Always such a tease .”
One particular thrust had you releasing a small, pathetic sound as you came. A growl bubbled up his throat as he pulled out, only to swiftly flip you over. You glanced over your shoulder in a daze, and Nanami chuckled at your reaction.
“Oh we're far from done. I have years to make up for.”
You shakily obeyed his silent command and lifted yourself onto your knees, continuing to stare over your shoulder as you arched your back.
“ Perfect. ”
In seconds he was back in you, it was like he hadn't even left in the first place. His thrusts were relentless despite the fact that you just came. It's like he hadn't even considered it. His hands held your hips with a bruising grip, his fingertips denting the flesh. Pleasure washed over you in endless waves, dragging you deeper and deeper into a sea of either euphoria or death. You couldn't be sure. By now your cheeks were damp with tears, and you had no idea if your body would ever return to normal from shaking this badly. Your face flushed at the absolutely wrecked noises that left you. You were beginning to lose your voice. You buried your head in the pillow and bit the fabric to at least muffle the sounds.
Unfortunately, that wouldn't go unnoticed by Nanami.
“What? Don't go all shy on me now.”
“D-don't you have neighbors or something?” You argued.
“You think I give a fuck who hears you?”
His staggering pace seemed to give you the push you needed, your broken sobs and babbling filling the room.
“Nanami. Nanami. Fuck– Ken– Kento– Kento–”
Nanami moaned from deep in his throat.
“Yeah, keep saying my name. Say it just like that. Say you're mine. ”
You cried out as he adjusted his angle, brushing a sensitive spot.
“Oh please please please please. Kento, right there. More please I- I'm yours. I-I've always b-been yours– wanna feel you fill me up–”
He tilted his head with a smirk, “oh?”
You grew flustered by your own words, retreating into silence. Surely this isn't you talking… right? You're just so lust drunk you can't make heads or tails of what you're saying… right? But no. The desire was there, as hot and as blinding as the sun in the sky. A craving so overpowering it had you arching more, pushing back on him. You almost felt like you were disappearing, your consciousness drifting away on a solitary cloud. But every time you thought your eyelids began to flutter, every time your mind went blank, Nanami's tight grip on your hips and greedy thrusts brought you back to the land of the living.
Nanami gritted his teeth. You were clenched around him, and each move he made felt like squeezing between the walls of an impossibly tight cave. Then with one last push, he buried himself in the depths with a groan that gradually ascended into shuddering breaths. Your entire body felt weak as rope after rope of his thick release coated your insides. If it weren't for that inescapable hold he had on you, you would've collapsed a long time ago. With a final shiver, you were tumbling over your edge once more. This time you could have sworn you saw the cosmos dotting your vision. He knocked the sonic rings out of you.
He swept his sweaty bangs back into the rest of his hair.
“If you need a break, speak now.” He breathed, “otherwise, this is going to be a long night for you.”
Your eyes went wide, your expression entirely dumbfounded.