𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 18+ mdni.. Husband!Nanami.. Oral (f rec).. titty play(?)..
Kento Nanami is the type of guy who would definitely make it up to you if he came home late.
Sluggishly walking through the door, briefcase in hand and tie half way undone, his hair was a mess, and he barely made it home. But rest wasn’t what he cared about right now.
That’s what he cared about. After promising the night to you, the guilt and embarrassment he felt for coming home late were beyond stellar.
He ran a hand over his face, kicking his work shoes off, his soles aching from standing and walking around all day.
Looking around the dim apartment for any signs of you, but the attempt was futile. You were asleep, for sure.
Glancing down at the wristwatch he wore, the time read 12:38 AM.
Slowly making his way to your shared room, he set his bag on the side of the dresser before walking over to your resting body, brushing the hair out of your face, and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.
After getting changed into something that didn’t scream ‘back pain by 28’, he seemed more relaxed, crawling into bed beside you, his large, strong forearm wrapping around your midsection, warm breath tickling the back of your neck.
“Awake?” Nanami quietly whispers, his strong scent enveloping you like a protective barrier, making you drown in his touches, scent, and whispers.
Shivers ran up your spine as he lowered his head to your nape, softly pressing his lips against your chill-ridden skin.
“You’re awake, aren’t you?”
“Fine, my love, you can play the silent game with me, but don’t get pouty when I won’t let you get loud.” What could that possibly mean?
His lips pressed against your skin again, making you bite back a moan. You were indeed awake.
Yes, you were upset with your husband for not coming home on time as he promised, and yes, you were going to fake sleep to make it seem like you didn’t care, but you physically couldn’t sleep without him. And he seemed to know that.
“You can’t hide things like this from me. I know you better than anyone,” he whispers, large hand slipping under your thin tank top, the bed shifting on his side as he adjusts his position, moving lower down your back.
“I know when you’re awake and when you aren’t. You’re breathing differently and your body is visibly showing me signs of you not being asleep, like…” his hand cupped your tits, “...how erect your nipples are, and how…” his breath fanned over your nape and lower down your spine, “... you're getting chills each time my lips come in contact with your skin.”
Your body damn near shook from how good he was with his words and actions, and how you couldn’t stay mad at him.
All signs of physical contact left your body. He shifted again, but this time, he fixed your position into having you lie on your back, feeling his large body towering over you.
“I know I promised something and did another thing. I know I messed up, but let me make it up to you, please.” He calmly spoke, a slight rasp lacing his tone, perhaps from exhaustion.
He left featherlight kisses down your stomach and to your womb, index finger hooking into the band of your shorts, but he didn’t pull them down; instead, his lips went over.
Going lower and lower down until he was kissing your pussy through the soft fabric of your sleep shorts.
“Let's see how quiet you can be.”
He muttered, slipping the shorts off your body, instantly latching on at the sight of your pussy.
He kept a strong but gentle grip on your thighs, keeping them spread for him.
You bit your bottom lip in hopes of keeping any moans from slipping free, but it was useless. Nanami had some type of talent for leaving you boneless whenever he got done with you.
His warm mouth licked up your cunt, sucking your clit and kissing your wet hole, delving his tongue inside of you, licking every inch of your insides he could reach, “doing a good job at keeping quiet. Get too loud, and I won’t let you cum.”
You hate how he used these things against you.
His thumb pressing against your swollen clit sent a jolt of rush down your back, making you arch off the bed. You could’ve sworn you heard him chuckle, his nose nudges the hood of your clit, licking long stripes along your folds.
“Mmm–” Nanami moans, the taste of your wet cunt fills his mouth as he continues lapping and sucking and biting.
You can’t pretend anymore, opening your eyes, but it’s no use since they roll to the back of your head anyway. You reach down, grabbing a handful of his silky blond hair by the root.
“Done pretending?” He teases, the vibrations of his rough words sending pleasure up your spine, the muscles in your thighs spasm and jerk, but Nanami’s hands keep them in place, keep you from closing your legs and shying away from him.
“Ken— fuck–” Your voice cracks, chest heaving, barely able to hold your own. Nanami’s strong hand makes its way up your body, groping your round tit through the flimsy tank top, massaging the soft lump with pressure, pinching your erect nipple between his thumb and index finger.
“Mmmngh– close! ‘M so— fuckin’ close–”
“What did I say, sweetheart? You won’t get to cum if you start being loud,” Nanami restates, your body convulsing, mind foggy, the only thing you can see, hear, and feel is your husband.
His scent surrounds you, leaving you feeling dumb on his tongue.
Your lips tremble, placing a hand over your mouth to keep any stray noises from slipping out, you needed to cum.
Hearing the man between your legs hum in approval at your muffled cries, he continues sinfully working his tongue on you, while toying with your nipples, your legs settled on his shoulders.
“Go on, finish for me,” he says, your pussy quivering and pulsating around his tongue, his tongue rubbing large circles on your clit.
Your long-awaited orgasm rips through you, a strangled cry leaving your lips, back arching off the bed, and your pussy trembling and twitching with each flick of his tongue, driving you deep into overstimulation territories.
“Kento! Ken– no more, fuck— hmmng–” You mumble, body all jittery and squirmy.
Nanami finally pulls back, wiping the lower half of his face with the hem of his shirt. He breathes heavily, leaning over you to kiss your forehead, then lower, then kissing your lips.
“Are you alright?” He softly asks, a complete contrast to the man who was eating the soul out of you 30 seconds ago. Your body lies limp after that soul-sucking orgasm, but you manage to nod, eyes feeling heavy.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come home on time as I promised.” Nanami, like the gentleman he is, apologizes, kissing all over your face, so damn softly that it almost lulls you to sleep.
He notices your fatigue and heavy eyes, pulling himself away from you, leaning down to give your pulsating, orgasm-drenched pussy a quick kiss.
You weren’t sure what happened next, but you remember fragments of him wiping your lower half with a warm, damp cloth, changing your shorts, and finally settling into bed with you, holding you against his chest from behind.
A/N: so i did this instead of the fic im working on
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