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content nanami x reader, afab reader, names (doll, dove), make-up sex, soft dom nanami, cunnilingus, fingering, multiple orgasms, p in v, overstim

ah, the wonders of being horny. definitely got carried away this is like 2.2k words long. very self indulgent so please ignore any errors :p

also u guys are incredible thank u for all the love on my previous fics hugshugs

it had been another late night of waiting for kento to get home, half-asleep already as you waited on the couch. you don’t even realize until the sound of the door opening jolts you awake, sitting up correctly. you rub the sleep away from your eyes, smiling softly at the sound of kento padding into the apartment.

he doesn’t know you’re awake, evident in the way he freezes as you both make eye contact before relaxing significantly, sighing contentedly as he moves closer to you. “why are you still up, doll?” he’d taken his tie off somewhere on his way inside, the first few buttons opened to give you sight of his exposed collarbone.

kento sounds tired, his smile lazy as he nears you, wrapping you in a hug as soon as you’re within reach, sitting next to you on the couch. “missed you,” is what you mumble against his neck, feeling his secure grip around you, eyes closing at the warmth it fills you with. “i wanted to greet you when you got back.”

he’s not usually this clingy, and it’s obvious something’s on his mind with how his arms tighten around you, his face nuzzling into your hair. he mumbles quietly before you can ask what’s up, kissing your temple with gentle lips. “i’m sorry i always get home so late.”

a soft sigh akin to an amused huff escapes you, bringing one hand up to brush his hair away gently. “it’s fine, kento.” you both pull away to stare at each other, eyes carrying the affection left unsaid, “just having you home safe is enough.”

it can be a bit upsetting, though. for weeks now, you’ve gone to bed and woken up without kento’s presence in the apartment, and while disheartening, you understand he’s a busy man. still, your answer doesn’t satisfy kento, who shakes his head, pressing his forehead against yours. “i still feel bad.”

you move to cup his cheek, opening your mouth to reply, but the words are stolen from you as he leans in to kiss you, not hesitating to kiss back, free hand holding the back of his head. he brings you closer, hands at your hips to pull you onto his lap, fingers kneading at the skin.

“lemme make it up to you,” he mumbles against your mouth, one finger hooking around the waistband of your shorts, already moaning weakly at the warmth of his palm. he doesn’t need to, you could never be upset with him, but kento feels bad, and he wants you to know just how loved you still are. who are you to deny his advances?

so you lift your hips when he begins to undress you, shivering as his hands pull your shorts down, moving to lay you down with your back on the couch, opening your legs so he can rest between them. it’s automatic, the way his lips find yours again, bigger hand holding the side of your jaw to coax your mouth open, sighing at the moan you let out once your tongues find each other.

his kisses are softer, more caring than usual, and there’s a certain weight behind every caress of his tongue that has your heart fluttering, warmth spreading all the way down your shoulders to your tummy. he’s letting you know, with his lips alone, that he’s sorry, and the thought has your legs tightening around him.

kento takes the hint, his free hand slithering all the way up the side of your thigh, taking in your faint moans by slipping your panties down to your ankles, his hand quickly settling between your thighs. he uses his thumb to collect the arousal coating your folds, spreading it around. his lips begin to move down your neck, taking his time, also giving your chin and jaw attention, leaving gentle licks along your skin.

he knows just how much pressure to add to make you cling to him, legs opening further as if to silently beg him to do more. kento follows, using circular motions against your clit. his other hand moves to one of your thighs, holding you in place as his index finger teases your entrance, ensuring it’s covered in your wetness before slipping it in.

he responds to your moans with soft grunts, the sound sending slight vibrations through your skin as he covers you in love bites. he’s achingly hard in his slacks, it’s been too long without touching you, and you’re so wet and ready for him, so responsive to everything he’s doing.

it makes his hips instinctively rut against the inside of your thigh, wanting nothing more than to be closer to you, to feel all of you, but he slaps your hand away once you reach for the front button of the pants.

tonight is about you.

you forget about undressing him once his middle finger is sheathed all the way in, curling up just slightly as he pumps it in and out, slowly, wanting to take in the feeling of you clenching around the digit for just a few seconds before giving you what you want.

his lips are busy leaving gentle kisses on your shoulders, nibbling almost playfully as a second finger meets the first, looking up to enjoy the way your lips part, needy moans meeting the air. there are stars in his eyes as he speeds up slightly, lifting his head from the space between your neck and shoulder to look down at you, smiling softly before leaning in for another passionate kiss.

his knuckles are shiny with your slick, the sound of his fingers sliding in and out of your entrance being an enticing squelch to kento’s ears. he’s swallowing your moans as he sucks on your bottom lip, sighing contentedly with how easily you give in.

he pulls away before you can wrap your arms around his neck, whimpering at the lost warmth of his body as he moves down, enough so his lower half is stretched over the couch, stomach on the cushions. he brings one knee up and over his shoulder, not giving you a second to catch your breath before dipping his head between your legs and wrapping his lips around your swollen bud.

the sensation has your hips bucking immediately, eyes focused on the ceiling as he begins to coordinate his mouth with his fingers, tongue poking out to gently flick it against your clit, feeling him smile at the choked moan you let out, fingers pumping faster. you can barely think with kento’s breath heavy against your cunt, gasping and groaning at your scent, nearly shoving his head deeper to have you closer to his face.

your chest heaves at the divided attention of trying to focus on his fingers and his lips, soft mutters of his name gasped at how he grunts against you, your arousal easily coating the bottom of his chin with how much he’s pressing into you. it’s too much and not enough at the same time, whining desperately as you move to cling to his hair, softly tugging at the blond strands, eyes clenching shut once his fingers begin reaching deeper.

it’s hard to think, hard to breathe with how much he’s giving you, flattening his tongue to taste more of you, wrapping his arm around your thigh to keep you in place, changing the angle of his fingers to graze against the spot that has you trying to close your legs, heart rate going faster as the pressure between your thighs grows, back arching in search for more.

you only barely hear him over the sound of your own breathing, head growing fuzzy as your thighs begin to tingle, toes curling, but before you can warn him that you’re close, his words are mumbled against your clit. “eyes on me, dove.”

you listen immediately, obediently, lifting your head so you could stare down at the sight, watching the way kento smiles against your cunt, eyes shining happily as he holds your gaze, neither of you blinking even as you clenched around him, shuddering and keening, feeling the pressure grow, and tense, then relax and contract, only managing to tighten your hold on kento’s hair as a warning before it crashes.

you come with a happy whimper, the sensation gushing out of you in waves that spread heat from your lower body all the way up to your chest, an array of indistinct babbles and curses flying out of your mouth as kento grins in what almost feels like pride, his smile growing when he feels your walls spasm around his curled fingers, admiring how your juices coat his fingers, lightly rolling down to his wrist.

“good, so good,” he takes his fingers out to lick you clean, holding your hips with both hands to keep you from moving away from his mouth, flushing at the slurping noise his mouth made against you. he can feel your pulse against his tongue, never taking his eyes away from the way you groan and squeal once it begins to be too much, and he can’t help but twitch in his trousers when he sees the way you take it, panting and whimpering through the overstimulation, even as your senses go into override and your brain turns to mush, knowing it’d be worthless to try and get away.

he pulls away from you after a few seconds. staring at the mess he’d made of you as he wipes the remaining fluid from his chin and lips. your inner thighs are coated in what is most likely a combination of your release and his spit, puckered hole clenching around nothing as your hips twitch, still recovering. kento hisses as the movement from sitting back up has him straining against his slacks.

he grabs hold of your hips again to turn you around, ignoring your quiet mutter of wanting to see him in favor of placing a pillow under your hips to prop you up slightly, giving your ass a light squeeze.

you let him, too weak and needy to complain or move, holding yourself up by your elbows, trying to look back at him with a pout, but he ignores you by instead holding you steady as he unzips his slacks and practically shoves them down alongside his boxers, pumping himself slightly before lining himself up to your entrance, sliding the tip through your folds to tease you, just slightly, before pushing himself inside, instantly groaning at the warmth that enveloped his girth. he makes sure to go slowly, his attention focused on the way you hide your face in the cushions, pushing your hips back in hopes of making him speed up the process, walls fluttering around him as he finally bottoms out.

but kento doesn’t go faster. he drags his hips slowly, going all the way out and leaving barely just the tip in before grinding back inside, pushing your back to arch even further, leaning down to leave gentle, loving kisses along the side of your neck, able to hear the tiny groans and whimpers you were making.

his grip on you is hard, fingers for sure to leave bruises as he wills himself to go slowly, deeply, adding more force after every thrust, forcing you further into the couch. tonight wasn’t about fucking you senseless. tonight was about making it up to you, and showing you just how much he loved you, and your body, and being inside your pussy.

that’s what he tells himself, at least. that’s what the plan was before kento allowed himself the pleasure of being deep inside you, hands all over your body as he choked back on moans and grunts. it really has been too long, and though kento always did his best to be gentle with you, he can feel a primal desire burning inside him as every drag of his cock against your walls has you mewling below him, driving his thrusts a bit harsher any time you mumbled his name.

his self-control keeps slipping the further you moan, cursing at the way your body easily takes him in, almost sucking him in with how good your warmth felt around his dick. it’s with a soft mutter of your name that kento finally lets go, holding your waist and giving your cheek a quick affectionate peck before slamming his hips into yours.

the angle has him brushing against your sweet spot again, and again, and again, growing less careful with how harshly he’s holding onto you, when you moan louder, puffy folds growing wet with your slick as his lips trail kisses up to your ear, panting against your skin as he moves, almost balls deep in you.

“can you feel how sorry i am, doll?” his every word is accompanied by another deep thrust, and you're unable to respond as his finger once again finds your clit, mewling and trembling as the pleasure shoots straight through your spine, falling slack against the cushions as the strength of your body leaves you, eyes rolling as you nod.

he groans as you clench further around him, faltering a little in the pace he’d set before he kept going. “i have to make sure you know,” he rasped, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he wraps his arm around your waist, lifting your torso higher to begin pounding up into you, breath stuttering as the change has you convulsing around his cock this time, crying out a moan of his name as his pace refused to slow down.

if anything, kento held you tighter, sneaking a hand up to hold your boobs, grunting at the feeling of your gushing, pulsating walls, lips attacking your neck once more, ignoring your pleas for him to give you a minute.

if he’s gonna make it up to you, he’s gonna do it right. even if it means making you cry from pleasure, even if he had to hold up your weight with strong arms once your body fully succumbed to the way he was making you feel, kento didn’t care. it didn’t matter he had been exhausted from work, not when you begin to messily grind your hips back into his, causing his breath to hitch as his pace turned sloppy, moaning lowly into your ear.

“i have to let you know how much i love you.”

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