Colli

you’re slouched deep into the corner of your parents garage, dingy cough sinking down underneath your weight with one leg tucked under you, the other kicking out every few seconds like you can’t sit still. your phone’s face-down on your thigh, screen still glowing from the latest shitty text from naoya. you roll the near-empty beer can between your palms, condensation slicking your fingers, then tip it back for the last swallow and crush it a little too hard in your fist.

megumi’s across the room packing his bass into its case. he zips it slow, eyes flicking to you every couple seconds, when yuji bangs out the side door with a quick “back in ten!”. 

the sudden quiet feels heavier than normal. megumi grabs a fresh beer from the fridge, cracks it, and drops onto the couch right next to you — close enough that his thigh presses against yours. he stretches one arm along the back of the couch behind your shoulders, not quite touching you, but you feel the heat of it anyway; always testing, always too close to just call it a casual distance, but too far to do anything about it.

he takes a long drink, throat working, then turns his head. “you’ve been twitching and huffing like a pissed-off cat since you walked in,” he says, voice low, a little amused. “either tell me what’s wrong or stop making that face.”

classic megumi, calling you out when you moped around. after all, this is the same guy that your brother had been friends with for god knows how long. the same guy who always had something rude to say about the guys you fucked, always was there when you got broken up with, and was always pushing the boundaries of a typical friendly relationship. 

you blow out a breath, drop your head back against the cushion, and stare at the ceiling. your fingers drum on your bare thigh.

“it’s naoya,” you mutter. “same old shit.” 

megumi stays quiet, just waits, dark eyes fixed on your profile. 

you shift again, thighs squeezing together once before you force them apart. “he still won’t go down on me. not once. i’ve asked straight-up, dropped every hint, even begged one time when i was drunk. nothing. just excuses — tired, not in the mood, or some smug ass comment about how girls should be grateful he even bothers fucking them.” you sigh, tossing the empty can of beer onto the nearest battered coffee table, “it’s just ironic, ‘specially considering i suck his dick practically left and right, but can’t even get the same back.” 

megumi’s eyebrows shoot up. he turns fully toward you now, one knee pulling up on the couch so he’s angled in. “you’re serious. naoya fucking zen’in?”

“shut up, don’t start the judgy shit.” you sigh, cheeks hot. “but yeah, dead serious. i go down on him whenever he snaps his fingers, but me? apparently my pussy’s not worth the effort to a guy like him.”

he lets out a short, rough laugh, shaking his head like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. his fingers tighten around the beer bottle in his hand, fingers littered with roughened pads, palm battered with calluses.

“i always thought you were with that piece of shit because you just didn’t give a fuck who you dated,” he says, voice quieter now, eyes narrowing. “didn’t know even naoya zen’in — the walking definition of a huge ego with mediocre dick —was this fucking useless in bed. figures though. guy’s always been a selfish prick.”

you shrug one shoulder, bitter. “dick’s not bad, but it’s nothing to write home about. but i’m too far in to do shit about it.”

megumi’s gaze drops — slow, obvious — down your body, lingering where your shorts have ridden up, then dragging back up to your face. he leans in just a fraction, close enough you can smell the beer on his breath. “any guy who gets you naked and doesn’t drop to his knees is a fucking moron,” he mutters. “especially naoya. any man with sense knows pussy is fine dining, type of shit you should be eating every chance you get. just bury my face in it till your legs are shaking, pussy drooling down my chin, that kinda shit.”

your breath catches. he smirks, noticing how your thighs press together again, the way you shift on the couch like you’re trying to hide how much his words are getting to you.

megumi’s voice drops, softer now, but still rough around the edges, the way it gets when he’s trying not to sound too intense.

“i’d eat your pussy,” he says, eyes locked on yours, steady. “that cunt deserves to know what it feels like to be worshipped, not ignored. why the hell are you getting on your knees for someone who isn’t begging to get down on his own?”

he lets the words hang there, quiet, serious. no cocky grin, no push—just the truth, low and certain, like he’s stating a fact.

your heart slams against your ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoes in your ears. the garage feels smaller suddenly, the air thicker, charged with something you’ve never let yourself name. naoya’s face flashes in your mind—his smug smirk, the way he’d roll his eyes if he knew you were even considering this. this is wrong, the thought screams. you’re still with him. yuji’s your brother. megumi’s... megumi. but your body betrays you, a warm ache pooling low in your belly, your thighs clenching involuntarily as his words sink in.

you swallow hard, fingers twisting in the hem of your shorts. “we shouldn’t,” you whisper, voice shaky, barely audible. “naoya…is still my boyfriend, and yuji could be back any second. this is—”

megumi’s eyes soften just a fraction, but he doesn’t look away. he shifts closer on the couch, his knee pressing firmer against yours, grounding, solid. his hand lifts slow, hesitant at first, then brushes a strand of hair from your face, thumb lingering on your cheek. “i know,” he murmurs, voice low and steady, like an anchor in the storm swirling inside you. “we shouldn’t. but you deserve to feel good. not begged for, not ignored. just...taken care of. i won’t force you though.”

his touch is warm, calloused from guitar strings, and it sends a shiver down your spine. you lean into it without meaning to, your breath hitching. stop, your mind pleads. get up, leave, text naoya you’re fine. but you don’t move. instead, your eyes drop to his mouth, full and serious, and the nervousness twists tighter in your chest.

your heart stutters. you try to look away, but his gaze holds yours—dark, intense, but not overwhelming. just... there. solid.

“megumi,” you whisper, and it comes out shaky, half warning, half something else entirely. your hands unclench from your shorts, hovering uncertainly before settling on his chest—pushing weakly, not really pushing at all. you feel the steady thump of his heart under your palms, faster than you expected.

he leans in slower, forehead resting gently against yours. his breath fans warm across your lips—faint beer, mint, something clean and just him. 

“tell me to stop,” he says again, softer this time, lips barely brushing yours as he speaks. “one word and i back off. no questions. no weirdness after.”

you should say it. you open your mouth to say it.

but the word doesn’t come.

instead, your fingers curl into his shirt, pulling just a fraction closer. that’s all the answer he needs. his mouth meets yours gentle, testing, asking. the kiss is soft at first, almost careful, like he’s giving you one last out. but when you sigh into it, lips parting, he deepens it slow and deliberate. his tongue slides against yours, warm and unhurried, tasting you like he’s been waiting years. one hand cups the back of your neck, thumb stroking the sensitive skin there; the other settles on your waist, pulling you closer until you’re half in his lap.

you melt into it, turmoil spinning wild in your head—this is cheating, this is insane, yuji’s keys could jingle any second—but megumi’s kiss is steady, grounding, drowning the noise. his body is solid against yours, broad shoulders blocking out the garage, the world, everything but him.

he pulls back just enough to breathe, lips still brushing yours. “still shouldn’t,” he whispers, voice rougher now, but there’s a tiny, rueful smile in it. “but you taste better than i imagined.”

your cheeks burn hotter. “we really can’t—”

“i know,” he says again, cutting you off gentle, forehead pressing to yours. his hand slides down your side, slow, resting on your bare thigh just under the hem of your shorts. his thumb traces small circles, innocent but not, sending sparks straight to your already dripping pussy. “tell me to stop touching you.”

you don’t.

his fingers slip higher, teasing the edge of your shorts, then under, ghosting over the damp fabric of your panties. you’re already soaked, embarrassingly so, and when his fingertips brush the wet spot of your patnies, just above your throbbing clit, you jolt, a tiny gasp escaping.

megumi stills, eyes searching yours. “fuck,” he breathes, reverent. “you’re dripping through your panties.” his voice is quiet awe, not smug, just honest. “all this because i said i’d take care of you?”

you nod, biting your lip, nervousness and want twisting tighter. “it’s...it’s you,” you admit, voice barely there. “fuck, ‘gumi….i’m…”

“don’t call me that unless you want me to fuck you before i get to taste this pretty pussy…” he kisses you again, deeper this time, swallowing the rest of his sentence. his fingers press firmer, rubbing slow circles over your clit through the fabric of your panties, precise and patient. every stroke makes your hips roll, chasing more, slick soaking through faster until you feel it smear on his fingers, on your thighs, starting to drip onto the couch cushion beneath you. “let me make you feel good.” his other hand slips under your shirt, palm flat against your stomach, thumb brushing the underside of your bra. he doesn’t push further, just holds you, steady and warm, while his fingers under your shorts keep that maddening rhythm.

you whimper, head falling back. “megumi... someone could come in…”

“i’ll hear the door,” he says calm, kissing down your neck soft, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver. “i’ve got you.”

his fingers hook the edge of your panties now, tugging them aside slowly. cool air hits your bare skin, then his fingertips: warm, deliberate, sliding through your folds. you’re slick enough that he groans low, forehead dropping to your shoulder in an attempt to hold himself back.

“god fucking damn, i’m gonna cum just from feeling how wet you are…” he whispers, voice husky with restraint. “naoya never made you this desperate, did he?”

you shake your head, fingers digging into his shoulders.

he circles your clit once, twice, then slides one finger inside slow, curling gently. your hips buck, a quiet moan slipping out. he smirks, before speaking. “want more?” he asks, lips against your ear, manly and calm even as his own breathing roughens. “want me to eat this wet pussy? suck on this pretty little clit and make you cum?”

you nod, frantic now, turmoil drowned under need. megumi was barely holding his own composure, pulling his finger out with a wet squelch, and bringing it up to his mouth. his lips sucked on his finger, before he moaned out loud, cock twitching in his pants at the aftertaste of your pussy.

“fucking hell, i needed this so bad. im not letting you go after this.” he grumbles as he guides you back gently until you’re perched on the edge of the pool table, shorts and panties tugged down and pooled around your ankles. he kneels between your legs, hands spreading your thighs careful, eyes on yours the whole time.

“still okay?” he asks, voice soft.

you nod again, whispering, “please.”

he leans in, presses a kiss to your inner thigh first, tender, gentle. just as soon, his tongue was flat and dragging around the expanse of your folds, pulling and sucking your skin into his mouth, slick already coating his lips — then his tongue met your clit, a soft lick at first, then a wide, hard drag of his fat muscle through your aching pussy. 

the moan you let out was unlike any you’d ever produced before, it was loud, shaky, breathless. 

the groan he lets out vibrates through you. “fuck...so perfect.” 

then his mouth is on you fully, tongue slow and worshipful, lapping every drop, learning you with every soft hum and flick. you’re dripping even more now—onto his tongue, his chin, the green felt of the pool table beneath you — and he takes it all like it’s a gift, a blessing, like he’s the sacrificial lamb and you’re the deity he’s bowed down to. 

he pulls back just long enough to murmur, lips glistening, “mm’first time doin’ this..mm...”

you blink down, hazy. “…what?”

he meets your eyes, a rare flush on his cheeks. “only ever wanted to with you.”

then he’s back without giving you a chance to reply, tongue circling steady, sucking, spitting, coating his face in your arousal. messy doesn’t even cover it. he’s licking broad stripes up your slit, gathering your slick like he’s starving, then spitting it back onto your clit before sucking it between his lips with wet, obscene sounds that echo in the empty garage. his saliva mixes with your arousal until it’s dripping off his chin in thin strings, pooling on the felt under your ass, dark stains spreading. every time you buck he hums deeper, nose buried against you, breathing you in like he can’t get enough.

your hands fist tighter in his dark hair, pulling him closer, hips grinding shamelessly against his face. the pressure is building fast, coiling hot and tight low in your belly, and you’re right there—right fucking there—when you choke out, voice wrecked, “megumi, fuck! i’m so close , fuck, just like that…fuck you make me feel so good…megumi…,” you moan, crying almost, “wait—i wanna come with you inside me, please—!”

he freezes for half a second, breath hot against your soaked folds. then he pulls back slow, face shiny with you, lips swollen and red. his eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them, pupils blown wide.

“yeah,” he rasps, voice hoarse. “yeah, okay.”

he stands, hands shaking just a little as he shoves his jeans and boxers down in one rough motion. his cock springs free—heavy, thick, flushed dark at the tip and already dripping precum in a long, clear string that sways when he moves. it’s big. stupidly big. a vein along the underside, the head slick and glistening, another fat bead of precum welling up and spilling over as he fists himself once, twice, spreading it down the length.

you stare, mouth dry, pussy clenching around nothing at the sight. “fuck,” you whisper.

he steps between your spread thighs again, one hand gripping the base of his cock, the other sliding under your shirt to palm your breast, thumb flicking your nipple. he leans over you, forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged.

"still okay?” he asks, low and urgent, the head of his cock nudging your entrance, sliding through your folds, coating himself in the mess he made. you nod frantically, wrapping your legs around his hips. 

“please—just—inside—”

he pushes in slow, eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker across your face. the stretch burns so good—thick, relentless, splitting you open inch by inch until you’re gasping, nails digging into his shoulders. he’s big enough that it feels impossible, but you’re so wet it’s obscene, the slide loud and slick, your arousal dripping down to where he’s disappearing inside you. 

"fuck....fuckk...." you whine, your pussy clenching around him, stomach fluttering and nipples pebbling from arousal.

he hisses through gritted teeth when he bottoms out, hips flush to yours, cock buried to the hilt and throbbing. “so fucking tight—taking me so well—” his thrusts started slow, before rapidly speeding up and arching his hips to hit that spot that had you seeing stars. "gonna make this pussy cum so hard, soak me in that juice, baby. get me all fuckin wet."

the pool table rocks under you, creaking loud, balls in the pockets rattling with every thrust. it’s filth, wet slapping sounds filling the garage, your arousal squirting out in little bursts around his cock every time he pulls back, splattering his lower stomach, his thighs, running down to mix with the mess already staining the felt. his precum leaks inside you, mixing with your slick until every stroke is louder, sloppier, the obscene squelch echoing.

you’re both dripping sweat now, shirts clinging. he yanks your top up, mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard while he pounds into you. your back arches off the table, legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper.

“megumi—fuck—i’m—” the coil snaps sudden and violent. you come with a broken cry, pussy clamping down on his huge cock in waves, and then you’re squirting— hard, messy gushes that spray out around him, soaking his dick, his balls, splashing squirt against your ass, thrusts causing it to splash your stomach and dripping off the edge of the table in thick rivulets. the felt is ruined, dark and drenched beneath you.

“that’s it—fuck—drown me in it—” he rasps, voice wrecked, eyes locked on where you’re gushing all over him.

but he’s right there with you, cock swelling impossibly thicker inside your clenching pussy. he pulls out sudden with a wet pop—his fat dick glistening with your squirt, veins pulsing hard, the head angry red and leaking precum in thick beads. he fists himself fast, rough strokes over the soaked length, aiming low.

he comes with a low, guttural groan—thick, hot ropes of cum shooting across your stomach in messy stripes. the first lands heavy from your navel up between your breasts, pooling deep in your belly button before overflowing. the next streaks across your ribs, splattering high on your chest; more follow, painting your skin in pearly white, dripping slow down the sides of your waist, mixing with the sweat and squirt already cooling there. it’s everywhere—warm, sticky, claiming.

you’re both panting hard, trembling in the aftershocks. he leans forward careful, one forearm braced beside your head to hold himself up, dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. 

his other hand—still shaking just a little—scoops through the warm mess on your stomach, fingers sliding deliberate through his own release.

slow, possessive, he smears it across your skin in big, clear letters: M E G U M I.

the cum clings to his fingertips, stringy and thick, dragging white trails that glisten under the garage bulb. he traces the last "I" with his thumb, pressing the mess into your skin like a brand, eyes lifting to yours—dark, intense, satisfied.

"mine,” he whispers, voice hoarse and quiet, thumb lingering on the final letter. “this pussy, this body... all mine now.”

you’re still twitching, thighs quivering, his cum slowly cooling on your stomach, your squirt drying sticky on your skin and the drenched table beneath you. the garage smells heavy—sex, sweat, salt, the sharp tang of your mixed release hanging thick in the air.

keys rattle loud in the side door.

megumi straightens quick but smooth, grabbing a random shop towel from the workbench to wipe his hands and cock before tucking himself away. he tosses your shorts and panties to you with a small, knowing tilt of his lips, “don’t think about wiping me off, leave it. want naoya to see me dried up when you fuck him again,”—the calm in his eyes somehow hotter than everything that just happened.

you scramble to tug them up over the sticky mess on your stomach, yanking your shirt down just as the door swings open.

yuji bangs in, arms full of rustling plastic bags. “finally found the spicy doritos—they were hidden behind the energy drinks.”

he drops the bags on the counter, completely oblivious to the soaked pool table, the heavy scent of sex in the air, the way you’re both flushed and breathing a little too hard.

megumi grabs his gatorade from the fridge, twists the cap slow. “nice,” he says, voice perfectly even.

you sit there on the edge of the table, legs still shaky, his name drying in his own cum across your skin beneath your shirt, heart pounding with the thrill of almost getting caught and the quiet certainty blooming warm in your chest.

he had been kissing and suckling all over your oversensitive little pussy for hours now. rubbing his nose gently against your pulsing clit while he runs his tongue along your slit with a sweet moan that makes you whimper in response.

“she’s so sensitive… poor girl, and I’ve been so gentle.” he coos into your glistening folds, placing a featherlight kiss to your clit that makes your whole body shiver.

he isn’t lying, either.

he’s been maddeningly gentle with you. coaxing slow but all consuming, mind melting orgasms out of you one after the other. praising you, teasing you, mocking you in that saccharine tone that makes your walls clench around nothing.

“so perfect… letting me worship this little pussy as long as I want..” he praises, sucking on your folds before inserting his tongue slowly into your gushing hole. your back arches at the intrusion, the wet muscle stroking your inner walls slowly. Megumi groans into your cunt, making you cry out.

“f-fuck, ‘gumi!” you cum around his tongue with a broken sob, walls spasming and spurting your release as he ever so delicately sucks and nibbles at your puffy clit.

“such a good girl” he hums, kitten licking your quivering pussy.

“you’re shaking so much, sweetheart. jus’ feels too good, huh?” he murmurs softly into your painfully sensitive core. he peppers devastatingly slow little open mouthed kisses all over your messy center, the cute sounds you were making only spurring him on in his worship.

“wish i could feel this perfect pussy pulsing on my tongue all damn day” he groans, laying his tongue flat against you, unmoving, making you whimper and squirm from the steady pressure. he sighs, moaning softly as he finally drags his tongue over your pussy.

“christ… she’s throbbing so hard.” his voice is strained, his cock raw and messy from humping the mattress. his hips rock forward, the mess of his previous orgasms making his cock slick and easy to glide against the sheets. he pulls your tiny bud between his lips, humming softly. you cry out at the delicate suction, fingers gripping his inky black strands like a lifeline.

“‘s okay, sweet girl. jus’ one more, okay?” he promises, adorning your pussy with the most loving strokes of his tongue. you’re not sure if he’s talking to your pussy or you, anymore. his lips closed around your clit, sucking just enough to make your vision white out as you cum for the nth time.

megumi is panting into your soaked, contracting cunt, licking gently over the expanse of your warm, leaking pussy.

“that’s it, baby. you did so good…”

you try to respond, your brain working to form a coherent thought. you babble something nonsensical, whining at the vibration of megumi’s laugh.

“my girl’s all dumb now, poor thing.” he coos, sucking marks into your thighs as he rubs his hands soothingly over your stomach.

“that’s okay, princess, just keep that pretty head empty. i’ll take care of you.”

he had been kissing and suckling all over your oversensitive little pussy for an hours now. rubbing his nose gently against your pulsing clit while he runs his tongue along your slit with a sweet moan that makes you whimper in response.

“she’s so sensitive… poor girl, and I’ve been so gentle.” he coos into your glistening folds, placing a featherlight kiss to your clit that makes your whole body shiver.

he isn’t lying, either.

he’s been maddeningly gentle with you. coaxing slow but all consuming, mind melting orgasms out of you one after the other. praising you, teasing you, mocking you in that saccharine tone that makes your walls clench around nothing.

“so perfect… letting me worship this little pussy as long as I want..” he praises, sucking on your folds before inserting his tongue slowly into your gushing hole. your back arches at the intrusion, the wet muscle stroking your inner walls slowly. Megumi groans into your cunt, making you cry out.

“f-fuck, ‘gumi!” you cum around his tongue with a broken sob, walls spasming and spurting your release as he ever so delicately sucks and nibbles at your puffy clit.

“such a good girl” he hums, kitten licking your quivering pussy.

“you’re shaking so much, sweetheart. jus’ feels too good, huh?” he murmurs softly into your painfully sensitive core. he peppers devastatingly slow little open mouthed kisses all over your messy center, the cute sounds you were making only spurring him on in his worship.

“wish i could feel this perfect pussy pulsing on my tongue all damn day” he groans, laying his tongue flat against you, unmoving, making you whimper and squirm from the steady pressure. he sighs, moaning softly as he finally drags his tongue over your pussy.

“christ… she’s throbbing so hard.” his voice is strained, his cock raw and messy from humping the mattress. his hips rock forward, the mess of his previous orgasms making his cock slick and easy to glide against the sheets. he pulls your tiny bud between his lips, humming softly. you cry out at the delicate suction, fingers gripping his inky black strands like a lifeline.

“‘s okay, sweet girl. jus’ one more, okay?” he promises, adorning your pussy with the most loving strokes of his tongue. you’re not sure if he’s talking to your pussy or you, anymore. his lips closed around your clit, sucking just enough to make your vision white out as you cum for the nth time.

megumi is panting into your soaked, contracting cunt, licking gently over the expanse of your warm, leaking pussy.

“that’s it, baby. you did so good…”

you try to respond, your brain working to form a coherent thought. you babble something nonsensical, whining at the vibration of megumi’s laugh.

“my girl’s all dumb now, poor thing.” he coos, sucking marks into your thighs as he rubs his hands soothingly over your stomach.

“that’s okay, princess, just keep that pretty head empty. i’ll take care of you.”

still, you lifted the lacquered cup during the ceremonial kanpai, sake burning down your throat as you sealed your own life sentence. your new husband’s smile, warped in the rim’s reflection, was the same one he wore at eight years old—when you, age five and tearful, begged to be spared another sharp flick to the forehead. some things never change.

at least he doesn’t hit you.

at least he’s not hard to look at, as long as he doesn’t open his damned mouth.

at least—according to him—your future children will look beautiful.

at least.

you’ve long since come to terms with living on “at least”s.

as always, the initial stretch burns—your body resists him, and as ever, he doesn’t slow. his pace is cruelly measured, as though he believes he’s entitled to the ruin he makes of you. out of spite, your nails carve red crescents down his back; he hisses through his teeth, only to drive into you harder. out of spite, your nails rake down his back, scoring angry pink trails into skin. to your savage satisfaction, he hisses through his teeth, only to drive into you harder, until the wet sound of skin meeting skin reverberates through the room.

his beauty almost redeems him. almost. that zen’in jawline, sharp eyes as cold as they are beautiful. a pity, really. he might’ve been a brilliant man, if he weren’t so gleefully rotten.

you want to curse him out, to spit venom into his face, but the words die in your throat—shattered by the gasp that escapes when he angles just right. your body, faithless thing, yields all the same; traitorous flesh recognising him as master even if your heart revolts. naoya feels it, of course. he always does. heat radiates between you in suffocating waves. his laughter, low and derisive, vibrates against your throat as he moves.

“stay still,” he murmurs against your cheek, before licking it like a goddamn dog. “it’s what you’re made for, dear wife.”

“you really think, after all this time… that hating me will save you?” his breath comes in soft huffs between words, and you can hear the smirk, as though he’s savouring a punchline years in the making. the same hands that once shoved you face-first into dirt now leave bruises blooming beneath your skin. lightheaded, your vision swims. sometimes, when you space out and the light hits him just right, the mask slips and you could almost believe there’s something buried deep within his gaze—something that wants rather than takes.

but the illusion never lasts.

“still the same little brat, huh?”

there’s a perverse wonder in the way he says it—as though he’s impressed you still fight back. or maybe he just thinks you’re incredibly stupid.

takes one to know one.

when you spit at him—miss, by an inch—naoya only laughs, shoving two fingers between your lips. you bite down, hard, and taste copper. his elegant nostrils flare in surprise; a grimace almost passes for a smile graces his lips when you grin up at him

“Almost... Right. You keep saying that. Maybe you should stick to something you're actually good at. Cooking, maybe?” I turn, glare sharp. “You know, insulting me doesn’t make you stronger.” He shrugs, as if it’s nothing.

“No, but I'm right.” For a second the air between us crackles. He’s infuriating, arrogant, impossible but under it all, there’s a flicker of something else in his eyes. Pride? Concern? I can’t tell, and he’ll never admit it. I square my shoulders.

I take a deep breath, standing a little straighter despite the way he looms over me. “You think you’re always right?” I say, trying to sound confident, though my heart is racing. “You just haven’t seen what I’m actually good at.”

His smirk sharpens, eyes narrowing like he’s sizing me up. “Oh? There actually is something you can do? And what is that?” His tone drips with condescension, like he already knows I’m about to fail and he’s excited to watch it.

I let a small, teasing smile tug at my lips. “I’ll show you.” He leans back slightly, folding his arms, clearly intrigued. That look, the one that says he wants me to prove myself, sends a jolt through me.

I kneel down, deliberately slow, letting the anticipation hang thick in the air. I can feel his gaze on me, heavy. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just watches, waiting for me to act.

I reach for the belt at his waist, deliberately slow, making sure he notices. His smirk twitches, like he expected this, like he’s silently daring me to go further.

“How predictable for you. Of course, that's what you're going to do” he says, voice low and teasing. “You’re bold… but a goddamn slut." His hand grabbed onto the back of my head, holding onto my hair roughly but not to make me stop him but more to keep me there. I glance up at him, holding his gaze, and the corner of his smirk tightens.

He leans in, his grip shifting from my hair to my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. I can’t tell if he wants to argue or laugh. I pull his pants down. His hand leading my lips towards his already hard cock. I hesitate for a second and his eyes catch that. So he takes matter into his own hands and pushes me further, giving me no other chance than wrap around his length.

"Damn." He groaned, holding the back of my head steady in place. He didn't give me much time to get used to his size and grabbed tighter on my hair moving me back. To than inserting his length back in, deeper this time. "I can't believe this filthy mouth- uh. Is actually useful for something-."

He didn't hold back at all, fucking my mouth relentless, all while holding me tightly with his hand on top of my head. Not giving me a even the tiniest chance to escape. His thrusts continue, deeper and rougher with every push. "Oh, c'mon, uh. Atleast look at me, when my dicks in your mouth, bitch." I kept my eyes shut, ignoring his command out of embarrassment. I felt the grip of his hand on my head disappear. I took that chance immediately, to back off his dick.

As I catch my breath the quickest I could, a slap landed across my face. Not hard enough to seriously hurt me but noticeable enough to remind me what position I was in. My eyes followe up his body until I met his eyes.

He looked down on me, in the literal sense and also emotionally. He made me feel that within his words even more. "Decided to finally follow my lead or do I have to make you feel it again instead?" Again, another slap landed across my face. "Fucking slut, this is exactly what you want, right?" I look at him with wide eyes, not knowing if I should answer him or if that will lead to another slap, regardless of what answer I pick.

Instead he grabbed onto my cheek with the same hand that just flew across my face. The confusion hit harder than the pain, my mind trying to decide whether this was mercy or another test. He’s looking down at me, and for a second, I think I see something soften in his face.

The corners of his eyes ease, his mouth almost gentles, like he’s remembering I’m human. I almost believe it, the possibility that he might stop. But then the look changes. Whatever that flicker was, it dies fast, replaced by the same cold calculation that’s been there all along.

Another slap landed across my cheek. That followed with him pulling me towards him again, pushing his dick all the way in my mouth, as far as he could reach. "Your useless little body was made for taking my dick... fuuuck" He groaned out of pleasure as his dick hit the back of my throat.

I gasped for air, my eyes still focused on him. When his sudden movements hit me out of nowhere, as he began fucking my mouth with the same pace as before. "What a good whore. Keep looking at me like that. Don't stop."

I gasped, my chest tightening, caught off guard by the sudden rush of everything. Warm tears spilled over my cheeks before I even realized it, blurring everything I could see.

He didn't stop he just continue his thrusting in and out of my mouth. I wanted to pull back, to take a moment, but I couldn’t. "Naww, Crying already? You're really this weak." His voice dripping in mockery and joy of seeing my glossy eyes. Mascara running down my cheeks as his pace got faster, quicker, rougher. His hand steady on my head, not letting go off me or giving me a moment to take the tiniest bit of control.

His hand moved down the side of my head, landing right under my jaw as he pulled out of me. "Look at you… what a slutty mess you are, all because of me.” His voice low and almost as out of breath as mine. His fingers tightly holding onto my neck, not choking yet but dangerously close to it and he kept on rubbing his dick against my cheek.

My eyes faced the floor out of embarrassment. He immediately caught than and didn't like that response, at all. His hand moved up my neck. Holding my jaw tightly. "Hey look at me, slut" he gripped onto my chin, pushing it up, giving me no other option than face him directly. "You should be grateful I’m even acknowledging you, so behave." He watched me closely, smile on his lips and his dick rubbing on my face

"... and you should be grateful ... I let you fuck my face with that stupid dick" I mumbled more to myself than him but he caught it immediately. Anger building up in his eyes and it didn't take long to express that with his mouth, spitting directly on my face. "Don't you dare speak to me like that you filthy whore."

He took advantage of my head again, as he pushed his dick between my lips. His spit running down my face like the mascara. He was close, with every thrust, his pace got messier and faster. "Goddamn it, uh" I played along, helping him out a little for the last few strokes as I moved my head in his rythem.

"Fuck, Uh fuck- ughh" His climax settled in. I immediately tasted his warm release on my tongue, filling my throat up. He pulled out and hold onto his still ejaculating dick. Blowing the last drops of his cum, all over my already messed up face.

I freeze, letting him finish on me, without protesting. Breathing heavy, swallowing his remainings. "Uh-... damn, you're lucky you've got such a fuckable face." He was catching his own breath, coming down from the high of his orgasm. He tucked himself back into his pants. I watched him carefully, still in shock as his hand moved to my head. This time without the rough control like before but somehow a gentlelness, I didn't know he had in him.

"You look way better like that" He chuckled softly admiring the mess on my face. He marked me completely. Runny mascara, his spit and cum painted across my face. But the most surprising thing here, was the caring hand on top of my head, slowly going threw my hair like he would actually care about me.

Unable to stop myself, I wrapped my arms around his legs. Hugging his crotch. My body trembled, overwhelmed by how soft he felt, how real this closeness was. I could feel him stiffen at first, as if he was about to push me away "Hey, get off-" but then, instead of pulling me off, his hand stayed on my head.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he started caressing my hair, the motion gentle, patient. I buried my face against him, clutching him tighter, and felt the tension in his body soften. He didn’t say anything, didn’t move me, he just let me be there, on my knees for him.

“Jeez, you’re the one stuck cleaning this mess from my pants, so go ahead and do what you want."

I love him omg.

Iknow I shouldn't

but I need him so bad aaaaaaaaaaa.

“So demanding.”

“We haven’t fucked in a week, Kento. A week.” You whined, hips bucking into his hand as emphasis. “And I know you aren’t complaining either.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” he grumbled as his mouth lined your shoulder with soft kisses. “Just stating the obvious.”

“Okay genius, that doesn't fix the problem right in front of you.”

“The problem is that I can’t have you unprepped, darling.” Nanami moved slow, two thick fingers pumping into you, opening you up and dragging lewd squelches out of your body that had your face burning. 

“Its fine, I can take- fuck, I can take it.” You grabbed his wrist, pushing it away and pawing at the obvious bulge in his pants. “C’mon Kento, please?”

“Just let me take care of you,” he said firmly, and your frustrated groan choked itself into a moan with how his thumb brushed over your clit, softening the command into something that made your toes curl.

It felt like forever, the slick stretch of him- No, his fingers filling you until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

When he pulled his fingers free, your chest heaved, greedy and aching for more. You didn’t give him the chance to draw this out any more than he already had- your hands immediately went for his waistband, fumbling with the zipper until you tugged his cock out into the open. Thick, heavy, flushed dark at the tip- your stomach tightened at the sight.

And you didn’t wait. You lined yourself up, sinking down onto him before he could scold you.

“Slow down,” Nanami muttered, despite his own impatience thrumming loud in his veins. “You’ll hurt yourself—”

“Don’t care,” you moaned, sinking down further down your husband’s criminally thick cock.

His tip pushed deliciously against your entrance, the stretch painfully pleasant in a way you’d missed for forever now. It stole the air from your lungs, knocking any understandable thoughts out of your head despite the slow pace. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you took more of him, his hands clamping down on your hips to steady you. Fuck, you forgot how fucking big his cock was.

“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, though his grip trembled with the effort of not bucking up into you. “That needy already, hm?”

You let out a breathless laugh, even as your body struggled to accommodate him. “You aren’t any better, mister.”

He didn’t even try to argue, jaw tightening as you started to push past the halfway point. “Just like that, so good already-” Hot breath fanned against your neck, controlled breaths turning shaky as you push yourself to get this done with. Post-sex sleep sounded heavenly already. 

When you finally bottomed out, both of you stilled, shuddering in unison at the overwhelming heat. He filled you so completely it was almost painful, yet you couldn’t stop the way your body pulsed around him, greedily sucking up every inch.

YOu grinded your hips forward, feeling the drag of every vein and bump on your husband’s thick cock. He groaned, and you could almost imagine the thick spurts of pre he’d leaked into you already. “Fuuuck,” you murmured, “I missed this.”

You didn’t wait long before moving, lifting yourself up only to drop back down with a gasp. The sound Nanami made- half groan, half curse- shot straight through your core. It made you flutter around him, earning you a shallow buck of your husband's hips up into you, large hands gripping your hips just a little harder.

Your hands braced on his shoulders as you rode him, messy and eager, each thrust making your body sing with relief. Maybe a little bit of pain. You didn’t care, even as your thighs burned and you could already imagine how you’d complain in the morning, how Kento would look at you with that ‘i told you so’ look before cooking breakfast and giving your legs a massage. You could imagine how he’d kiss your legs softly, running his hand against the skin in reverence.

The image had you whimpering– he took care of you so well, didn’t he?

Speaking of Nanami, he wasn’t holding on that well either. His control was razor -thin now. You could feel it in the way his hips twitched upward, how his arms are flexed and taught lest he start using you like a fleshlight, moving you up and down his cock.

Nanami groaned, head tipping back against the headboard. “God, you’re-”

“Yours,” you cut in, breathless, grinding down hard enough to make you both see stars. “Always yours.”

His restraint snapped entirely, and he bucked up into you hard, making you cry out. The rhythm turned rough, desperate, his cock dragging deep inside until your vision blurred. You were sure you looked like desperate mess now

Every thrust knocked the air out of you, but you clung to him tighter, chanting his name like a prayer– “Kento, Kento, Kento-” you gasped it against his sweat-slicked skin.

When his mouth found yours again, it was frantic, but passionate. His tongue dragging against yours, savoring the taste of your spit like you’d leave in the morning. You could taste his need as clearly as your own, and it made your chest ache with something deeper than lust. You’d missed him. Missed him. Missed his skin on yours, the care he gives your body and every inch of your skin.

You’d really missed him.

And he missed you too.

The bed creaked with every motion, the room filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, your moans mixing with his declarations of love and promises. Your stomach tightened at the reminder that he would fulfil each and every one. You could feel your release building, coiling tight in your belly as his cock practically hit you lung over and over and over again.

“Kento– g’nna cum–”

“Go on, love–” He panted, pressing his lips against yours desperately. “Come with me.”

The wave hit you hard, white-hot and overwhelming, making your whole body seize as you cried out his name. Pleasure ripped through you, leaving you shaking and clenching around him. He groaned low, driving into you a few more times before spilling deep inside, his seed filling you to the brim.

You collapsed against his chest, both of you panting, sweat-damp skin pressed tight. His arms wrapped around you instantly, holding you close as though he never wanted to let go. For a long moment, neither of you spoke- just breathing together, hearts pounding in sync. Sweat starting to stick to your skin. Nanami shifted, rubbing your back in a slow rhythm as he kissed your jaw.

“Did so well, are you okay?” Kiss to your cheek.

“Mm,” You hum, letting the comfort sink deep into your skin, replacing the ache you had been carrying the entire week.

Kiss. “Good.” Kiss. “Should we take a bath?” Kiss.

“Later,” You nuzzled into him, making a mental reminder to use that new overpriced body wash he’d gotten you a while ago. Kiss. “That tickles,” You giggle.

Nanami hums, low and content before peppering the rest of your face, neck and shoulder in kisses. The warmth lingered against your skin, the love creeping into your pores.

————

It was late in the afternoon when Nanami found you. 

At first glance, he immediately knew you were a bit of a ditz. No woman with good sense had any business bending over into the hood of her vehicle—trying to figure out what was wrong with it—in the middle of the goddamn forest like that.

The road he spotted you on was one of those back roads that was tucked deep off into the forest. People typically only came out here for one of three things.

One—the most common—to avoid traffic. Two, to get to the woodland resort that was just a few miles out from there. And three, they happened to be locals with cabins tucked off in all different corners of the surrounding forest.

You did not appear to be any of the three.

You were scouring around the open hood of your car and Nanami's first sight of you consisted of the loveliest view of your ass. Bent over all oblivious to his greedy eyes, his first honest impression of you is that you didn't exactly have the best spatial awareness… if any at all.

Leaves crunched between the heavy soles of his boots as he approached you and your car, and it almost worried him how painfully unaware you were. "Miss?" Nanami called out to you, amused by the way you yelped in surprise and nearly hit your head trying to pull yourself away from the open hood.

Your head angles back and as soon as the two of you made eye contact, he should’ve put you on his kill list.

Why? Because he’s so ridiculously bound to be a gentleman the moment he meets those pretty eyes of yours and he knows it. You looked all startled by him, yet still had the nerve to size him up and down completely unashamed.

Nanami was a tall, brawny man whose body was just begging to be freed from the fabric of all his too-tight clothing. 

He had on one of those signature red and black flannels, but its cloth did little to conceal the muscles that bulged beneath. The center of his shirt was unbuttoned just enough for you to get a peek of his toned chest, all beefy and just… broad with light tuffs of blond hair decorating the exposed skin. His sleeves were bundled up at his forearms, and adorning his hips were a pair of tanned slacks and a thick brown belt.

Phew, you couldn’t stop ogling him at first and nearly forgot to warrant him with a response. Forcing your eyes back up to his stoic, yet kind expression, you flash a sweet smile, “Sir?”

His voice leaves him all honeyed and husky in a way that has you stepping away from your car and your spine stiffening a little. “You look like you could use some help there,” He points out obviously with a slight tip of his head toward your currently dysfunctional vehicle.

The sun was rapidly making its descent and this really wasn’t the place for you to be having car trouble. Nanami considers you rather lucky he ran into you and not anyone else—this area was anything but safe for a woman such as yourself.

“I could actually!” You chime with this bubbliness that makes him thankful that he’s the one to have found you again. “My car just gave out on me all of a sudden and I’m really not sure why,” You go on to explain but, he’s hardly focused on what’s coming out of your mouth.

He’s much too busy staring at the way words leave your lips and that glistening gloss you’ve got coating them right now. Nanami swears to himself he’s usually not this easily distracted but something about you was making his brain wire itself a little differently.

Eventually, while you’re still rambling about how you were trying to make your way back to the highway and seemed to take a wrong turn onto this creepy back road, Nanami merely cocks his head to the side and looks down to spot what’s causing you all this trouble.

Yapping his ear off with not a clue in the world, “...And then I almost hit a deer a few miles back, which scared the shit out of–”

“Sweetheart,” He cuts off gently with a small grin on his face, fawn brown eyes flocking up to your expression slowly, “You’ve got a flat tire.” He tells you as he lazily lifts a hand to point at your front left tire that, surely enough, is flattened beyond belief.

“Ohhhh,” You chime with a roll of your eyes, “Y’know, that makes a lot more sense. I didn’t even look down there.” You’re turning around to inspect the tire now, noticing that it seems as though you’d run over something sharp, “Huh. There’s a big hole in it and everything…”

Nanami fights the urge to chuckle as he makes his way over to you and leans down to inspect the flattened tire alongside you. “...You didn’t hear or feel anything when your car ‘gave out’ on you?” He asks carefully, raising a brow your way.

You go to shaking your head, “No, not at all! Whatever it is I ran over, I must’ve done so a while ago because I’d been driving just fine for quite some time prior to me pulling over here..”

He waves off your words and then leans back up with a smooth click of his tongue, “Ah, I see. You have a spare, right?”

“A spare tire?” You repeat thoughtlessly before looking off in embarrassment as he nods. “About that…”

And while you start giving him a million and one reasons as to why you’re traveling alone in the woods with no emergency spare tire or any means of protection, Nanami finds himself all the more concerned for your safety. The conversation mostly consists of him trying not to give you judgy eyes, but it’s a bit difficult when you were by far the most carefree person he’d ever met.

Thus leading him to glance off and notice how dark it’s getting, “Listen, as much as I would love to sit here and listen to your uh… adventures, the sun is setting and I don’t feel too comfortable leaving you all alone here like this.”

You blink once-, twice as you quickly realize he has a point. Your gaze travels to the area surrounding the two of you, and it only then dawns on you that this man kinda just appeared out of nowhere, since he didn’t seem to have a car of his own anywhere nearby. There’s nothing but tall, leafless trees and a steadily darkening forest around the two of you.

Hell, even you weren’t going to be too comfortable sitting in your car until sunrise…

“I have a spare tire you could borrow back at my cabin,” Nanami offers all of a sudden, gesturing back into the presumed direction of his place. “Though, I can’t help you while it’s dark out and uh,” He pauses to look at you up and down, fighting his smile once again. “I doubt you’d want to follow a stranger like me off into the–”

“Okay,” You cut off suddenly enough to leave him surprised. You didn’t care too much that he was a stranger, and although you definitely showed signs of not being able to defend yourself whatsoever, you had the means to do so if it really came down to that—especially now that he’d shown he’s fallen for that rather misleading ditzy persona of yours.

Truth be told, you did have a spare tire in your trunk. You weren’t that careless.

But you also didn’t want to sleep in your car tonight, especially not alone in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. Nanami seemed kind enough, despite emerging from the woods just to offer you some help and being a complete stranger to you… 

But hey, at least he was a hot stranger, right?

————

And that’s exactly how you end up following him into the woods toward that ‘cabin’ of his. He’d given you his name—first and last—but you were rather insistent on being polite and calling him by the last. The walk to his place took about fifteen minutes, which left you relieved because that meant your car wasn’t too far away.

It also explained how he found you, considering he’s not too distant. Nanami was also very open and talkative during that walk of yours and explained that he used to be a businessman but decided he needed a slice of quiet and tucked off into the forest a few years ago to be a lumberjack. Which explained that physique of his.

Fallen leaves crumpled and crunched beneath both of your feet as you two walked the dirt path toward his place and upon arrival, the very first thing you noticed was an old red axe lodged neatly into a piece of wood on his front porch as he guided you up. 

Nanami was in the midst of telling you some of his woodland adventures—as if to reciprocate what you’d told him about your road trip so far—before you stopped and stared rather openly at the tool.

He was opening his front door for you before he noticed where your eyes had landed, and he offered you a gentlemanly smile, “That’s my little money maker right there.” He says to hopefully make up for any awkwardness.

You nod, “Yeah?” and he starts telling you about his axe and how he’s had it for years and years, yet all you could focus on was the dried red sitting at the blade’s edges—a shade of which did not match the red paint of the tool and was also located where a silver color sat beneath. Huh, interesting, you’d thought.

And when Nanami made an effort to explain how some bears and other wild animals frequent this forest quite often, you figure that’s where the blood came from.

Not that he ever explicitly confirms that, though.

As he resumes his talk of what it’s like to be a lumberjack, he kindly walks you into his home—holding the door open and letting you enter first—before offering you a short tour. It was clear he wanted to make you nice and comfortable, considering he was still a stranger to you.

You agreed to the tour and made sure to take in every detail of his home just in case anything were to happen. You’d check your phone every time his eyes left you, making sure it was nicely charged and that you had some sort of service.

Thankfully, this wasn’t one of those horror-type plots, so you were actually perfect in terms of service. Y’know, after he offered and then gave you his cabin’s wifi…

He then showed you around that spotless kitchen and living room of his, in which you just so happened to notice a news article sitting on the coffee table while he told you the nearest town was at least a mile away and filled with unfriendly locals.

You ended up plucking the article from its spot to skim over it curiously as he spoke and told you stories of his bad experience with the people of the town.

Lots of missing person reports were in that article, along with a story about an axe-wielding maniac who was suspected to be the cause of said missing people. Nanami watched you read and send him a few skeptical glances, but considering how you didn’t say anything, he figured you didn’t suspect him.

He’s not the only lumberjack around, after all. That maniac could’ve been anyone.

As the tour soon concluded, Nanami showed you to a guest bedroom to sleep in for the night. The bathroom—along with his bedroom—was just down the hall and he told you not to be too shy to ask him for anything.

See? Simple.

Surely if he were crazy and wanted to kill you, he would’ve shown signs by now or made some attempt at doing so. Instead, Nanami did nothing but be a handsome host for you and even invited you into his living room to sit down and eat dinner with him.

Outside of being a sexy lumberjack, Nanami was also a fine cook.

You’re now sitting on the comforting stretch of his leather couch, a half-eaten warm plate of food in hand, and a steady draft of warmth that stems from the fireplace he’s so kindly lit for you. The cabin’s air was coated in thick scents of cedar and that homey-smoke, everything around you oh-so-meticulously placed. You distantly considered in your mind how everything was a bit too clean for a man who lived so far from town.

Shrugging it off, you were quick to remind yourself that this was okay. He was okay, despite that little article you kept taking a peek at…

There's a subtle, quiet movement somewhere behind you before Nanami comes into view and sets a softly steaming mug on the coffee table in front of you, “This isn’t too much for you, is it?” He asks, voice smooth, velvety even.

You glance up at him and find yourself admiring the way the warm light from the nearby flames catches against his chiseled face. A man like this really had no business being single and alone like this, he was visibly perfect. “This is just fine, thank you.” You manage as you set your plate down and then bring the warm mug into your cooler palms.

Nanami breaks out a smile, that gentle and polite one he’s sent your way one too many times since he’d run into you. It was the kind of expression that made your heart feel warm and safe. Catching something in your gaze, he lets off a slight sigh as he sits himself down in the nearby armchair, “You’re lucky, y’know.” He hums, large frame easing into his seat as he speaks. “This area isn’t exactly the safest for ‘outsiders’.”

Between your careful sips on the warm cocoa he’d made you—that’s oddly crafted to utter flawlessness—you look off in thought before chiming, “Outsiders? Is that what those locals that don’t like you call people like me?”

He never seems to let his gaze stray away from you, “Oh, they call me that too. That’s how I know it’s not too safe out here. I can only imagine what would’ve happened if one of them found you and not me.”

You chuckle, “So, those missing person reports…” You begin, gesturing toward the stack of articles, “You think the townsfolk made those stories up and pinned them on…” The word ‘you’ rested on the tip of your tongue but, you quickly swallowed it down. “One of the lumberjacks out here to mislead people?”

“And keep people scared, yes,” Nanami answers promptly. “It is October after all. If you look at the dates on all those reports, they’re rather recent. I feel as though it’s a seasonal thing they do for the spirit of this spooky month.”

A town of people who make up missing person reports for the month of Halloween? How peculiar. You’d never heard anything quite like that. You shrug it off, though. There’s a town of oddities everywhere, right? This was no different.

As the small talk dissipates, the fire’s low crackles swallow up the atmosphere and it felt as though time were slowing down. You’d never felt so… at ease around a complete stranger like this before. Nanami’s just as quiet as you are now, as if to let both of your thoughts mingle about and carry through the silence.

The wind outside seems to be picking up a bit, lightly clashing against the large cabin windows as you two sit and enjoy one another’s presence. You sip on your seasonal beverage until the mug is light in your hand, your taste buds satisfied, and your stomach full—two things that completely contrast how you thought you’d end up spending your night just a few hours ago.

Before you bid Nanami goodnight and head off to the guest bedroom, you sit there and start taking in the details of his home again. You were growing increasingly aware of how unnervingly faultless everything was. Tucked into a corner was a tall bookshelf lined with literature of all sorts, the spines aligned and rather dustless. 

Even the fireplace a few feet in front of you was gorgeously untouched and yet polished. The neatness of Nanami’s cabin was feeling less and less like mere tidiness and more like some sort of strange control.

But hey, perhaps you were looking too deeply into everything. He’s just a very particular man. Nothing weird about that, right?

When the two of you finally parted ways for the night, Nanami took your dishes off into his kitchen and wished you a good night. Aside from the easing running of water as he washed your plate and mug, the only sounds to travel throughout his cabin now were your footsteps toward your room for the night.

By the time you entered said room, you’d come to the same reasoning that—just because the description in the article you read, and even talked about, earlier said the suspect was a six-foot-tall blond man with brown eyes—Nanami was in no way the killer.

————

With the night carrying on ever-so-smoothly without a hitch, you actually end up finding yourself unable to sleep.

The moonlight acts as the only sort of illumination all throughout the man’s house, and you quickly realize that once you slip out of the guest bedroom and tiptoe down the hall towards the bathroom. You weren’t quite sure what was keeping you up, but you hoped using the bathroom would help you figure it out.

That, and you used your trip to the bathroom as an excuse to explore the cabin a little more on your own. It was quite cozy all around and the wood hardly creaked beneath your light steps whilst you paced about. Considering only one, unmarried man lives out here alone… you really couldn’t help the impending suspicion that continued to rise within you as you explored his house.

Nothing was out of place and half of the furniture seemed as though it was rarely touched, if even at all.

As you stop by the kitchen for a glass of water, the cleanliness of Nanami’s cabin seems to stand out even more. Every glass within the cabinets was so perfectly placed that it was nearly uncanny. No dust sat on anything, not even the glasses in the very back.

You shrug it off. Maybe you were being too anal about things again. 

Or at least, that’s what you thought before you began to notice other peculiarities as you sipped your fresh glass of water. Everything was painfully squeaky clean.

The large windows that decorated the majority of the cabin’s walls? So spotless the moonlight was elegantly pouring in onto the almost reflective wooden floors. The counters? Also spotless. Every cabin and handle? Guess what? Spotless.

There was a very faint scent of recently used cleaning products so, in your head, you deduced that Nanami was some sort of clean freak.

Once you finish up with your water and finally make that trip to the bathroom, you’ve still got all these questions raging war in your mind. 

Say he was that axe-wielding maniac from the article… Did he really kidnap and murder all those people? Did he have a reason for it? Was it because of the town’s unfriendliness? Were you his next victim..?

No, no, Nanami had been way too nice and open with you for any of those things to be true. Plus, he told you the townsfolk probably made those articles up for the Halloween spirit. 

Yeah, that reality’s a lot easier for you to digest.

But if you’re being fully honest with yourself… as long as he doesn’t plan to kill you, you don’t think you mind the alternative and more likely reality of him being the killer. At least he was hot, right?

And he was nice to you.

That’s a lot better than you could say about the guys you’ve dealt with back home.

You’re washing and drying your hands now, hoping to return to bed and make a second attempt at sleep. The man was kind enough to let you stay the night, and here you were mentally accusing him of being a murderer when he hadn’t even done anything–

As soon as you walk out of the bathroom, you walk face-first into something that feels like a brick wall, hands shooting up to brace yourself, and a soft huff exiting your throat. When you look up, you’re met with your host’s slightly surprised expression.

His sturdy hands are on your arms, holding you after you’d so carelessly walked into him—even though he was standing right in front of the bathroom door and didn’t really give you room to do anything else…

“Ah, sorry, Nanami,” You chime softly, voice filling the quiet of the stiff hallway surrounding the two of you, “Wasn’t expecting to run into you like this.”

His gaze is delicate as it sets down on you, “You’re quite alright, darling.” Nanami voices attentively before his head weighs to the side, “Was this just a trip to the bathroom, or could you not sleep as well?”

You grin, “I’d say a bit of both, but mainly the first thing. I’m gonna try to get some rest now, though.” Your explanation comes out rather quickly, and you’re unintentionally awkward as you break yourself away from his light grasp, turning elsewhere. “Night, Nanami.”

“Goodnight,” He replies with a slight smile on his face. 

He turns to the bathroom ahead but finds himself pausing to watch you walk down the hall. Your footsteps are careful, he notices. Though he’s not sure why that sticks out to him. He had no intentions of… 

Shaking the unfinished thought away, the blond clears his throat, “Actually, wait. Before you go,” You stop promptly—almost as if hoping for him to say something—and then swivel around at the sound of his voice, catching his eyes under the dim lighting from the rather full moon outside. “I’m curious.”

A brow of yours shoots up, “About?”

Nanami’s eyes are calculated on your slightly distanced frame, wonder swirling within his pupils. You were just as much a stranger to him as he was to you and yet, here you stood in his home hours past midnight… wearing a shirt he lent you to sleep in, no less.

You had to lack shame. There was no other explanation for it. Why else would a woman do the things you were doing like this? It’s like you wanted to make his hobby easy for him…

With the left corner of his lips twitching as he fights off a knowing smirk, Nanami’s voice smoothes into the air all honeyed and low, “Do you follow strange men into their homes like this often?” He asks.

You merely snort, “You’re not strange.”

As if that answered his question…

“You don’t know that,” He warns carefully, foot shifting on the floor to angle his body so that he’s facing you. You still stood a few feet away from him, a distance in which he was fine with.

…For now.

“You’re right, I don’t,” You soon agree, to which his brows shoot up in surprise. “But, no, I don’t do this often.” Your answer makes him sigh in relief. It was good to hear that you weren’t always this careless.

Nanami’s hands slip into the pockets of his sweatpants. He wasn’t wearing much more than you—a simple white tee and some grey sweats, his usual nightwear—and yet he still caught the way you were drinking him up, as if the lack of bright lighting was supposed to conceal the way your eyes roamed and then lingered in all the right places and more.

His reading glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose and you two make direct visual contact as his chin dips down a bit and the frames slip just enough to reveal those chestnut-shaded eyes of his. “May I ask what made me so different then?” His voice was rich and sweet enough to make you dizzy if you listened to it long enough.

“Hmm..” You hum in faux thought, despite having the answer clear in your head. “I dunno, maybe because you’re hot.” You explain honestly.

Nanami smiles to himself at the sound of that. He truly did admire your lack of shame as time went on, “You willingly allowed yourself to stay the night at a stranger’s just because you find them attractive?”

You’re chuckling and he’s taking the slightest step closer. “Well, yes.” You reply.

To which the man lets out a scolding little scoff, “That’s quite careless, y’know.” He warns once more, growing nearer.

You don’t fight the distance. If anything, you quite welcome it. Especially with the way you gradually shift closer. It was as though both of you had some sort of silent understanding that there was way too much space between you for all the tension that was building.

Even though the tension in question was building toward two different things.

You wanted to get a piece of the man and he… well, he wanted the same thing but in a different way.

“Nanami,” You purr, hearing the wood faintly creak beneath his slow steps. 

His smile has yet to fade and his energy is just so enticing at the moment that you feel lulled into him. It was like he’d put you under a vocal spell with that soothing tone of his, “I’ve told you, you can call me Kento.”

You release a sigh, “Listen, I’d rather be in here with a ‘stranger’—who I’ve gotten to know fairly well thus far—than out there sleeping in my car alone.”

Nanami’s walking comes to a stop once you’re in arm's reach and his voice is a little scary as he whispers, “You’re alone with a stranger though.”

Feigning not to see the danger you may now be in, “What’s your point?” You ask softly.

His gaze drags across your face and he fully intends to coax more of that frightened expression out of you as he murmurs, “We’re far enough away from town where no one could hear you scream, does that not concern you?”

You merely bat your lashes all innocently up at the man and the gesture is making his heart clench within his chest tightly. Then, you have the audacity to lean forward and lift a single finger up to his chest to poke him. Smiling, “No one could hear me scream out here?” You repeat.

Just to confirm, of course.

Nanami fights the furrow in his brows and instead looks down at the finger you hand pressing into his chest before breathing out a heavy, “No.”

A beat or two pass between you both and he hardly gets the chance to blink before you’re slithering yourself up close—too close—and looking directly at his expression to watch for his reaction as you ask, “Doesn’t that mean if we were to fuck, I could be as loud as I want?”

You practically watch his breath get tangled in the center of his throat and get a lucky feel of his heart skipping a beat beneath your finger. Of all things you could have said to him, of all ways you would have interpreted his truly harmless threats, that was nowhere near what he expected you to say.

Hence why his voice wavers a little as he chokes, “Pardon?”

Nanami’s eyes flick up to yours and he gulps thickly at the way you’re peering at him now.

“I said, if we fucked—like in here or even outside—I could be as loud as I want,” You repeat shamelessly with a few purposefully innocent bats of your lashes. “Right?”

The next delicious little thing you earn from him is a short scoff, as if he’s not just surprised but utterly bewildered by you. Here he was considering making you his next victim to chop up and the whole time you wanted to… get into his pants??

A sudden smirk dawns across his sharp features and he leans down to your ear, “Is that what you followed me out here for?” He questions low enough to have your body hot with anticipation. Then, before you could quite answer and as if you needed the clarification, his lips brush against your skin, “My cock?”

And there it was, that dizzying feeling again. It was one thing to hear his baritone travel across the hallway and caress your ears but to have his breath and thickly aroused voice against the crown of your ear was something else entirely.

Your lashes are fluttering for real now and you’re finally pulling away to create a little bit of distance, bashfully looking down to the ground, “Well, when you put it like that, you make me sound like some kinda pervert.”

Nanami watches how shy you become and he feels as though he’s hardly holding back now, “I have reason to believe you are.” Lord knows killing you was now the last thing on his mind.

You’d just saved yourself by turning him on and you hadn’t the slightest clue. Hell, if anything, you had the nerve to grow shy about it.

Cute.

It takes you a moment to collect yourself and the moment your eyes meet his again, you can feel the lust hanging between the two of you. “Is that a bad thing?” You murmur.

“No…” Nanami replies rather quickly, contrasting the firmness of his tone. Then he cocks his head to the side and finally allows his brows to meet slightly, “But, what am I meant to do with you now? Hm?”

“Whatever you want,” Comes spilling past your lips almost too eagerly, even for yourself.

He feels the painfully prominent twitch of his cock as your words ring out into the air and his mind was straying further and further from that gentlemanly approach he was so desperately trying to keep with you. “Careful, sweetheart.” Nanami advises, “You still don’t really know me.”

You appear to be amused by that, given the way you smile, “We can get to know each other in a few different ways.”

His voice is hardly restrained at this point, etching deeper into something husky, “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” You hum ever so innocently.

His eyes narrow down on you, “And how do you suggest we do that this late into the night?”

……

You had one suggestion.

But, it was less of a suggestion and more of a request.

Chase me through the woods, you’d said. Now your feet were burning against the uneven dirt below your rushed footsteps.

Sure, he agreed. And now you felt as though you’d run into him at any given moment now. 

Before you even exited the house, Nanami mentioned that if you make it to your car before he finds you, it’d be best that you went ahead and left. When you asked him why, he told you, “You won’t be able to handle what finds you.”

Does that later turn out to be true? Maybe. But did you care in the moment? Of course not, you just got a hot stranger to agree to chase you through the woods! One of your darkest fantasies was coming to life and you couldn’t be happier.

But, you had to pretend like it wasn’t exactly what you’d been wanting since the moment he saw you bent into the hood of your car. This totally wasn’t the reason you’d been so bold with him and you definitely don’t want him to find you now.

A few more pieces of information had been shared between the two of you before you went running. Apparently, Nanami went out and fixed your car while you were holed up in the guest bedroom—even though he told you earlier that he couldn’t work in the dark. 

The two of you also agreed that if he finds you before you find your car, he’s going to fuck you. The last thing he wanted to do was anything without your consent.

Even a murderer like him had morals! For you, at least.

The only thing Nanami didn’t tell you was that the car he fixed? Yeah, it’s actually not in the spot you left it in.

You don’t realize that until you get there.

————

You’re a bit out of breath after running for the past few minutes or so but, you’re actually glad to see that your car is nowhere to be found.

Concerned? Sure. But at least this meant you didn’t have to leave just yet.

The only thing about this little arrangement that brought you true concern was how you knew he was somewhere in the woods hunting for you right now. The thought alone sends a chill down your spine, especially as you glance back in the direction you came and notice just how dark the forest is where the moon can’t quite reach.

You swallow thickly and turn away to think. You didn’t really need to hide if you wanted him to fuck you, right?

Nah, if you don’t hide, that’d take away all the fun!

Y’know, the same “fun” that quickly dies when you hear a twig snapping in the distance. Your heart decides to sink straight down into your ass and you nearly let out a sound of surprise. Luckily enough for you, your hand was over your mouth almost instinctively. Then your feet were moving on their own to try and duck behind the nearest and biggest tree you could find.

There’s no way he caught up to you that fast, right?

The surrounding forest is eerily quiet and you feel as though you should be able to hear him coming if that snapping branch was really him…

If anything, if it wasn’t him you think that’d scare you a whole lot more. After all, there is a murderer on the loose.

You didn’t quite consider that before now. What if the killer finds you before Nanami does? What if you died out here because you were too busy trying to get screwed against some tree by a complete stranger? 

Imagine that on your headstone: stupid girl gets brutally dismembered in woods after being found by the known axe-maniac while waiting for some stranger to come fuck her.

Now your eyes were squeezing shut and your back was hugging the stiff tree behind you.

All your senses were quickly growing more alert as the seconds chipped away and suddenly, this wasn’t just a cute lil’ thing you decided to do anymore. You were surrounded by the unknown, covered in the darkness of shadows that cast over you where the moonlight couldn’t lay its delicate glow upon, and slowly growing more and more scared.

Anyone or anything could find you out here before Nanami did. The slightest shift of leaves on the ground just a few inches away from you, where wind gusts over, made your skin jump and you found yourself flinching at every little thing.

The gulp you take is thick with nerves, eyes flashing from one place to another as you try to catch the every adjustment of any and all nearby shades of night. The wood behind you pricks at your skin through the fabric of Nanami’s shirt that you’re still clad in, your back only pressing up against it more as if to merge into the tree itself, and the cool night air caresses the exposed skin of your legs below your shorts.

There was a knot in your stomach now and you were getting antsy for Nanami to hurry up and find you. At least in his arms you’d feel a lot safer than you do right now, all alone in the forest like an idiot. The minutes stretched on and it’s not long before you start debating resuming the search for your vehicle.

Perhaps getting into it and driving away wasn’t such a bad idea after all…

Especially considering the way Nanami sucks at locating you. You left his cabin over twenty minutes ago and have been hiding behind the same tree for the past six or seven, surely he should have found you by now, since he knows these woods so well.

Yet there you stood, growing colder under the night’s chilled air and worrying for your safety for the first time since you’d been stranded. Hell, you almost started to regret this whole—

The sound of a sharp thwack into the very thick wood you were hiding behind captures your attention. Followed by the words, “Found you,” being heaved out into the quiet air, warm breath smacking against your ear and making you flinch so hard it was like you left your own flesh for a moment. 

If you weren’t scared shitless before, you damn sure were now.

You instinctively lurch your body forward in a pathetic attempt to escape, but then there’s a grasp on your hair and your whole frame is jerked back. “Don’t fucking run from me, we have a deal, remember?”

You stumble back against Nanami’s beefy chest as he snatches you back toward him and your breath catches in your throat, cunt throbbing already in… fear? arousal? Something in between—like scarousal—perhaps. Gasping, “Nanami I-“

He’s cutting you off by moving a hand to your jaw and forcing you to angle it back so you can meet his now brooding brown eyes. The gentleman you swore you once knew seems to be gone with the way he was looking at you now as if he wanted to eat you alive.

One of his fingers slips up against your expression just to push past your pretty, slightly drooling lips and spread them against the pad of his thumb. “If you don’t want this anymore, say that, and I’ll stop,” He utters hotly.

Your lashes flutter and you let him press that thumb of his all the way into your mouth, sucking on it like some slut before you actually fix your lips to answer him, “I still want it.”

The fear you had previously has been completely replaced by your own whorish arousal and you reveled in the way he treats you. Nanami grunts, “Then don’t run from it.”

“I didn’t mean to, I just-“

“Shut up,” The man all but groans before tipping your head all the way back so he can press his lips down into yours.

He kisses you hungrily as if he’d been waiting to do so from the moment he’d set eyes on you. Fuck, this was bad. He’s supposed to have gotten rid of you by now and yet here he is, tugging at your clothes to get a feel of you, tonguing your down, and swallowing up your every whine.

The fact that you asked him to do this whole thing was what really drove him insane. He can’t help but be rough with the way he handles you, shoving you forward a bit so that he could be the one between your body and the tree you so poorly hid behind.

His hand had left your face and your head angled a bit more so the kiss could continue while his grip greedily cupped your tits into his big hands. You were melting against his every touch, moaning into his mouth, and then bucking your ass back against his crotch.

The moment his cock is felt through the thick fabric of his jeans, you gasp, “Nanami-“

“Kento,” He corrects swiftly, two fingers shifting against your breasts just to give your nipples a mean pinch. “Say my name while I fuck you, got it?” He commands heavily.

Then his hands were leaving your tits, just for a moment, so that he could bring them up to the collar of your shirt and begin to tug. Your lips slip off of his with a wet pop! followed by a cute gasp from your throat as you turn to watch the way he riiips that shirt of his straight down the middle.

The torn fabric shreds to the floor and then you feel Nanami’s gaping mouth at the side of your neck, palms desperate as they fly to your breasts again to fondle the gorgeous mounds in his hands. He’s squeezing and then gliding the fat of his thumbs over your perky nipples again, giving them a playful little twist, and then smiling into your skin at the way you whine.

“Sensitive, huh?” Nanami sears against you, letting the hungry drool from his lips slick up the area where his mouth had just been. 

He takes the following pathetic sound from your lips as a reply and then moves his fingers to flick at your delicate buds as a finality before letting one hand fall down in between the two of you.

If he didn’t get some sort of relief right now, he was going to lose his mind.

Nanami is rather skillful with the one hand he leaves at your tits, switching between each to give them the same amount of attention and carefully pulling strings of wonton moans past your drunkenly parted lips. He had hardly done anything yet and he already knew you’d been waiting on this.

The sound of his belt buckle clacking against itself as he messily unbuckles the hindering item and then flings it off to the side seems to echo throughout the not-so-scary forestry. You hear but a few more shuffles and feel his hand brushing over the curve of your ass just a couple more times before something viscous and sweltering is thumping against your ass with a faint curve upwards.

You’re feeling overly dizzy now. Particularly as he moves his hands to your hips and swirls the two of you around so he can press your face against the three you two have been standing behind. You wanted to hate that harsh scratch of wood against your cheek, but you couldn’t even think with Nanami’s weeping cock busy pouring out drooly strings of precum against the bare skin of your lower back.

If anything, your lashes were too busy fluttering as you let your head tilt and your eyes tried to catch a subtle glance at the weight resting below your slowly arching spine.

If there wasn’t a wet mess pooling in between your thighs before then there damn sure was now, almost uncontrollably so. 

Nanami goes along to tug away the sorry fabric of your shorts, watching the way they slip down your legs and pool oh-so-gracefully at your ankles. His cock lay needily against your panties now as he leaned forward for your ear, whispering, “Can you feel that?”

Your cunt flutters ridiculously around nothing and your voice has been reduced to a pitiable mumble, “Yes, Kento..”

A pretty response like that earns you the grazing of his teeth against the crown of your ear as his voice drops impossibly lower, “How’s it feel, huh? Tell me.” Nanami directs, leaving you no room to argue.

And as if to coax your answer out of your suddenly moan-clogged throat, his hips real back and he angles his cock down before thrusting the thick of it in between your sweat-slicked thighs, allowing you to feel the heaty veins decorating his shaft.

You moan as if he’d just pushed into you, “Big, Ken’.. so fuckin’ big..” To which he groans right into your ear so that you would really digest what it is your aroused tone did to him.

Those hands he had at your hips are now keeping your body steady so he can properly pry his hips back and let his cock schliiick up against the wet soiling of your panties, stuffing between your thighs perfectly and rubbing along your slobbering folds deliciously.

Then—ever the talker—as if to earn a lovely throb of your pussy against him, he’s heaving all over again. “Do you like it?” Nanami taunts, biting back a smile, “Having a big cock rubbing in between your thighs like this? Hm?”

Your cunt is wetly begging for more at this point; body thrumming, sleek with sweat mixed through an overwhelming heat, and desperate need to fuck. Any longer with him rutting in between your thighs like this and you felt as though you’d pass out from lack of dick being inside you.

Eventually grumbling an answer out to him, “Y-Yes but-, ah..!” You’re cut off by the obviously purposeful way his glazed mushroom tip pokes up against the pad of your panties, doubly smearing pre into the already soaked material and simultaneously teasing your folds to part.

“But what?” Namai questions far too innocently for the way he’s torturing your poor, needy pussy right now.

Huffing from kiss-bitten lips, “I want you inside me, Kento,” You plead too prettily for him to deny.

“Mmh,” A hand of his comes up to force your head back again, letting your eyes meet his shaded brown ones, “Where’s those manners, huh?”

“P-Please,” You whisper, “I just want-“

“Louder,” Nanami cuts off crisply enough for you to release a bashless whine.

“Kento, please fuck me,” You breathed out finally, “I need it, need you inside me. Pleeease.”

Considering that perfect enough for both his ego and the aching inches of his cock, a commanding, “Spread your legs,” plummets past his lips.

Your feet have never parted faster, thighs parting and removing the warm pressure that’d been hugging his dick all too addictively. Then you bend over further, if possible, and rest a little more comfortably against the tree ahead.

“Mhm, exactly like that. Now arch,” He directs, hand pressing into your spine whilst your face smushes into the rough bark of the tree. 

You were too horny to mind the pain, though. Nanami’s hand suddenly comes down on your ass as he slaps it, the impact ringing out into the surrounding quiet. 

Finally, you begin to feel his fingers hook around the only material hanging in between you and him before he stretches it out a bit and then lets go, letting your panties smack! against your puffy pussy lips and ripping a whimper out of your throat.

At the sound, Nanami swears he almost cums.

Which is exactly why he knew he couldn’t tease you much longer. So he hooks his fingers again and then lazily tears the fabric apart so that it could flutter off your throbbing body and leave you bare to his craving gaze.

“Fuck, look at you,” Nanami gasps as he takes his heavy length into his hand and angles the plump, welled tip in between your slick dribbling folds, “Such a mess for it already…”

You clasp your bottom lip in between your teeth and hate how he lets himself glide up instead of in, slipping past your cunt, catching against your clit for a second too fast for your cockdrunken brain to process, and then further up as if to… measure something?

Nanami tugs you back by your hips a little and once your ass is nice and flush with his sharp pelvis, he hooks his arm around you and then begins to feel around for where the length of his cock comes to a stop against you.

Chuckling, “Am I even going to fit in here?” He asks tauntingly. Following that rhetorical question up with an annoying groan of, “Ah, shit. That’s gonna be really deep, sweetheart. Can you take that?”

“I can,” You blurt out ever so sweetly.

Nanami scoffs, “You’re just greedy for some cock to fill you up, aren’t you?” He asks as if he didn’t already know the answer.

Which is why he’s anything but surprised at the way you murmur a delightful, “Y-Yes,” as if you weren’t too sure of your own words.

“And she agrees,” He mocks tenderly and then lets his dick travel back down to slap against your folds with one wet plap echoing into the forest air. “I bet you didn’t even try to hide properly, did you?”

“I did-,” You tried to answer him properly, you really did. But as that swollen cockhead of his begins to protrude past your syrupy entrance, your breath is tangled up in your throat. “Ohmygod…” You’re heaving into the tree.

“So wet-,” Nanami hisses in tandem with you, “Fuck, you wrap around me so gorgeously,” He whispers whilst leaning back a bit and letting his palms paw at your ass cheeks just to spread them apart and get a better look.

Your eyes quickly begin to kiss the back of your skull, nails clawing at the bark of the tree ahead of you because of how thick Nanami’s cock is. You think your legs are shaking a bit, but you can’t tell if that’s because of how indigent you were for this or because of how wide he’s stretching you.

It takes you a loong group of seconds to adjust to the sheer girth of his cock, in which Nanami attempts to go slow and cater to the clear twitch and overall stutter in your expression. His gaze switched back and forth between the way your pussy was swallowing up his slightly curving inches and the flashes of surprise to gorgeous pleasure across your face.

The slow, shallow grinding into your rather accepting cunt only lasts for so long until he physically can’t take it anymore.

That quickly ends with one blunt thrust, his unfairly fat tip smooching the hilt of your soaked pussy and hauling a heightened moan from deep within you. Then he’s keeping you perfectly still so that he can begin to bury himself in and out of your gooey cunt, slick dripping off from where you two met and tap, tap, tapping! against the poor crumbled leaves below.

“Mmgh… god, you’re a slut.” Nanami slurs half-drunkenly to you. He was losing his mind faster than he could comprehend, getting so utterly lost in the way you lulled his erection deeper inside your already-stuffed pussy each time he pried himself back. “Letting me fuck you in the middle of the woods like this,” He moans, fingertips now bruising the skin of your hips, “Just eager to be used, huhh?”

“Uhuh,” You drool, no longer caring about the rather debauched state of your ruined frame. “I... ah! Mmgh, I w-wanted this s’bad, Kento..”

He breaks out an all too pleased smile, hips stuttering against your ass now, “This was why you couldn’t sleep, wasn’t it?” He assumes, “You needed a stranger like me to-, hahh.. chase you through the woods ‘n stuff this poor, desperate lil’ hole of yours, yeahhh?”

You’re a delirious mess of all sorts now, nodding cockdrunkenly as he plows into you with loud, wet thrusts. “Y-Yeah, needed this… mmphf-, fuck!” You moan.

“Awh, you’re so sweet.” Nanami coos all of a sudden. 

Though the gentleness of his baritone voice gives you whiplash, considering how he shifts behind you and wraps a bulky arm around your neck unexpectedly. As he captures you in a headlock and pounds his pleasureful cock into you harder, leaving your legs quaking a little, Nanami decides to talk into your ear again with a whisper of,  “How’s it feel to be my sweet final girl?” that leaves you dazed.

“Final-, hnngh…” You’re somewhere through another orgasm now, having not even realized the mess you’ve begun to leave against his sloppy dick. Breathing past the pressure of muscle at the center of your throat, “F-Final girl?”

“Yes,” He murmurs softly as if it were no big deal. Your body was just jerking and bouncing with the way he roughly fucked you senselessly, carrying on this little conversation with such ease that it literally had your eyes crossing and your mind reduced to a mushy mess, “You know, the only person to survive a killer in those slasher movies,” Nanami explains.

“K-Kento!” You gasp out in response to that. This meant he really was that axe murderer all this time! Not that you had the time to digest that when he was too busy rearranging your very euphoric walls, “Hahh… those-, mmgh! Those articles, they-, ah.. they were all you?” You eventually manage.

Nanami tilts his head to the side and you miss the way he flashes a full, proud smile, “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you can figure that one out yourself.”

Sputtering, “Then why… mmpf-, f-fuck, why’re you letting me live?”

“Priorities, sweetheart,” The blond insists, thick strands of hair sticking to the crown of his forehead now. “I’m hoping if I fuck you hard enough you won’t tell anyone,” He admits, as if he couldn’t have gotten away with this whole thing without ever admitting anything to you.

And yet, your pussy was down there gushing all over him as soon as he revealed his “secret” to you. So, he felt as though you didn’t care too much about who he cut up in his free time, especially not now when you’re too busy taking his cock.

“But-, fuck…” Your body convulses a little and his head was churning against your sweet spot, leaving stringy cobwebs of cum against it as he held back the incoming load he was about to fill you with, “Kento, a-all those people-”

“Shhh, shh, I promise you they all got what was already coming to them,” He explains as if to soothe your moral worrying in the moment. Then he has the nerve to grunt and sharply halt the movement of his hips, using the arm around your throat to bend your body a little more as his cock spurts thick ropes of his seed into you as he pants, “You trust me, don’t you?”

Nodding, “U-Uhuh.” as he lazily pumps his cum deeper inside you, almost like he wanted to make sure it took.

Nanami snickers your agreement, “Aw, poor girl, she’s too stuffed to think straight anymore,” He points out smoothly, sliding his other hand down to rub over your clit and feel the way your body thrashes against his in overstimulation, “So what do you say, huh? You won’t tell anyone about me, right?” He asks anyway.

Your voice is a shaky stutter and you felt as though you couldn’t breathe, choking up on your own orgasm, “I-I’d never-, nngh.. snitch on you, Kento.” You claim stupidly.

To which Nanami rolls his eyes, “Wow, it really only takes some cock to have you trusting a complete stranger? Pathetic…”

A couple more energy-spent thrusts later and his length flops out of you, leaving your pussy leaking with his cum and the two of you panting heavily.

It takes a few moments for the both of you to gather yourselves, but neither of you really moves. You stay wrapped up in the rather endearing headlock he’s put you in, and he doesn’t seem like he plans to let you go at first.

Then, it’s slow but, he carefully unravels you out of his grasp, and you two lean forward against the poor tree that had to stand there and watch you two go at it like feral animals.

Nanami’s bare chest is rising and falling with slow, measured breaths against you, and you find it oddly peaceful now. Well, ignoring the filth of cum sliding down your thighs currently…

You eventually break the gathering of your breath with a playful murmur, “Sooooo,” The moment your breathy tone hit his ears, he knew exactly what you were about to ask. “You don’t uh, kill the people you fuck, riiiight?”

Nanami pauses, long and hard.

“Unfortunately for you, sweetheart,” He begins, just to give you one last scare, “I do.”

Gulp.

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Kento was so obsessed with a picture perfect life that he even married someone he barely knew. She was pretty and nice enough—boring as fuck now that he thought about it—but that was enough for him to get down on one knee and take her down the aisle. What he didn't take into account was his own needs. All a man needed after a long day of work was some pussy, and he was no different. Mrs. Nanami was beautiful, sure, but one hell of a prude. If he was lucky, he got laid about once a month. Even then, she'd just lay stiff on the bed while he fucked her. If Kento didn't see the rise and fall of her chest, he'd assume he was sleeping with a corpse.

This meant that every night after his wife fell asleep, he'd go to his study to jack off to porn on his computer. It was enough for him to go to bed without a raging hard-on, but only having his hand to rub his cock raw all the time took a toll on him. Kento stopped initiating anything with Mrs. Nanami, opting to go straight online whenever he felt his dick twitch. For years, he lived like this.

Wake up, go to work, get home, say goodnight to wife, jack off.

Until a few months ago when his wife said she wanted a divorce. She must've been expecting him to start a fight, because her face fell when Kento nodded without a second thought. It was a long time coming. Sure, he believed he should've been the one to divorce her, but at least he was gonna be free. The days after she moved out was the happiest he had ever been. Waking up in an empty bed and coming home to an even colder bed filled him with a sense of contentment he thought he'd never feel again.

Cheers to being single, he thought to himself as he ordered another drink. As he waited, he couldn't help but sigh. The ink on his divorce papers hadn't even dried yet and he was already thinking of getting his dick wet. Kento hadn't had good pussy since he was twenty. The thought of cheating never even passed his mind during his marriage, opting the company of his own right hand over breaking the promise he made to his wife. Ex-wife.

He brought the rim of the glass to his lips, eager to drink himself to sleep, until the scraping of a barstool broke his concentration. "Drinking alone, handsome?"

The voice was soft and feminine, making him turn his head in curiosity. It came from a young girl, probably still in college but wearing a tight dress that looked like it came off a stripper. Kento wasn't a boomer by any means, but he still found himself disapproving how there was more skin than fabric on her body.

Kids these days.

Retrieving his gaze, he let out a quiet hmm before turning back to his drink. That didn't deter you, a girlish giggle leaving your lips as you leaned towards him.

"Seriously, there's no way you're here alone. Is this a set up? Where are the hidden cameras?"

College kids were so weird these days. With a scrunch between his brows, he shakes his head as he lets out a low rumble that makes your stomach twist. "Sorry to disappoint, kid. It's just me, no hidden cameras."

When he turns his head to face you, he's surprised at how close you were to him. Kento could smell the vodka shots off your breath. It reminded him of when he was as young as you were, getting drunk off cheap liquor. A soft pink dusted your cheeks, along with a tipsy smile that made his chest warm for some reason. You seemed to catch him staring, reaching out to rest your hand on his bicep.

"You look like...really put together. Like you do your taxes and sleep early or something."

The choked cough he lets out when you touch him makes the whiskey burn up his nose, hand coming up to cover half his face. Just a friendly gesture from a girl made him act like this? Get it together, Kento. Scoffing, he shrugged off your hand as he looked away. You pout as he does so and the sight fills him with regret immediately. Before he can apologize, you knock your head against his shoulder, nuzzling against him like a spoiled kitten. Guilt pools in the pit of Kento's stomach when his cock twitches in his slacks. Not now!

"Do you have a name, handsome mystery man?" you mumble against his shirt, the action making his loins burn. He seriously considers pushing you away but decides you're probably too drunk to function right now. After a few beats pass, he reluctantly grumbles a "Kento" in response. You're quiet save for a soft hum and Kento is left hating himself for getting hard at how clingy you're being.

Poor girl, you're clinging to someone who you think looks dependable in this shady ass bar. Or at least that's what he thinks until you grab his wrist and bring it up to your face. For a moment, he assumes you're trying to get a look at the Rolex around his wrist, the sleek gold glinting in the air. He has to repress a sigh—until he realizes your attention is actually on his hands. Kento's fingers are lengthy from years of typing at his desk everyday, the digits at least twice as thick as yours. Pretty veins run along his knuckles and up his forearms, disappearing under the fabric of his rolled sleeves. You can't help but sigh, eyes flickering up to his with admiration.

"Your hands are like, really...big."

He immediately pulls his hand away with a bewildered look, clicking his tongue as he adjusted the watch around his wrist, ignoring the whine you let out.

"What does that even mean?" he huffs, his fingers twitching at the traces of heat from your delicate hand grabbing his. You giggle at his reaction, slumping against him until your chest presses against his arm.

"I wonder what you can do with them, m'sure you'd know how to use them good."

Oh. Oh. When his gaze connects with your breasts that are almost spilling out the top of your dress and the sultry look in your eyes, only then does he realize that he's being hit on.

"Look, kid. I'm m—" he catches himself before he finishes his sentence. Fuck, was he going to say he was married? The wedding band in his other hand suddenly felt much heavier and he quickly shoves it in his pocket.

"...much older than you, I'm almost twice your age."

Another mellifluous giggle leaves your lips and Kento has to hold himself back from shutting you up so that blood stops rushing to his dick.

"I think you're flirting with me," you tease, rubbing your chest against his arm. If he focuses, he swears he can feel your hardened buds brushing against him through your dress. Not even wearing a bra, you're begging to be fucked. The thought of being the one to take you home tonight passes his mind but he shoves it away. You're drunk and almost half his age, it'd be wrong. All rational thought comes flying out the window when your hot breath fans against his ear.

"But, I also think you're really hot, Kento. So maybe we can..."

Your words fall on deaf ears as his eyes flutter shut and his head tilts back. Kento was never a religious man, but in this moment he prayed to the gods above for clarity. You were offering yourself up to him like a hog on a silver platter, tied up with an apple in your mouth for him to devour. He couldn't help but imagine your glassy eyes rolling into the back of your head, your sweet lips hanging open when he drives his cock deep into your tight and wet cunt—

Fuck it.

Will he ever get another chance to bring a pretty young thing like you home? The thought is what drives him as he grabs your wrist to drag you out the bar and into his car.

When you approached the hot stranger earlier, you sure didn't expect that it'd end with you moaning with his hand between your legs.

Drunk out of your mind, your gaze had fell onto the brooding man at the bar, eyeing his rippling muscles under his crisp blue shirt. Now that was a back you'd love to scratch up. It didn't take long for you to stumble on your too-high heels towards the blonde man. You were never this forward but something about him had you squeezing your thighs together. Maybe it was the silent classiness that screamed luxury, the heat in his eyes that burned every time his gaze lingered on you—or maybe it was how he practically flung you over his shoulder and ran all the red lights to take you home.

But never in a million years had you expected that man to be this nasty.

His lips tasted like heavy liquor, tongue sloppily tangling with yours as he slammed you against the door, one hand coming up to cup your jaw. You were used to bad french kisses from frat boys, all teeth and smelly breath, but the way Kento was devouring you made you lightheaded. 

"What a dirty mouth, wonder if you pussy's even wetter."

He pushed your legs apart with his foot and let his hand wander up your inner thigh. You gasp when he finds your mound, panties thoroughly soaked. The scoff that leaves his lips makes your cheeks flush. He cooes as he drag a thick digit along the clothed slit of your cunt, swallowing up your weak moans with his mouth.

"I don't even need to prep you," he chuckles, shaking his head as his thumb prods at your bud hidden beneath your folds.

"You have such a smart cunt, s' already drooling for me."

Kento pulls his hand from between your legs and grabs the back of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. Head still spinning from the alcohol, you lose your balance, but the death grip he has keeps you upright as he carries you to his bedroom.

It's scantily decorated and you note that the bed it a bit too big for someone living alone, but you forget all about it when your back hits the plush mattress.

His eyes are wide as if he's trying to commit the sight of you to memory, every exposed sliver of skin and plush flesh permanently burned into his mind. Before you know it, Kento's hands are everywhere—gripping your waist, squeezing your thighs, yanking your dress up like he's unwrapping the first real gift he's ever had. Your slutty dress is long forgotten on his bedroom floor, and fuck, he's hard. Painfully so.

How can't he be when your sweet body is all on display for him?

Kento can't find it in him to give a damn about some dress when all he can see are your perky tits, so soft and malleable. He doesn't spare a moment to admire the view, slapping your breasts till they jiggled deliciously. Before you can whine about how mean he's being, he attacks your tender chest, lips wrapping around the mounds of flesh. It catches you off-guard and you tug at his hair, but he only bites down around your nipple, flicking his tongue over the hardened bud.

"Don't." 

His voice is a low growl you never heard before, and damn if it didn't make your clit throb with need. Right on cue, he pries your legs apart and gets on his knees between them, mouth never leaving your breast. The way his hips grind against you is vicious, as if he's been waiting years for this. Which, in a way, he has. Kento has spent too many nights in his cold bed, jerking off to the thought of someone warm beneath him. Now that he has it? Best believe he's not letting you go tonight.

Your heat seeps through the fabric of your underwear and he can tell that you're making a mess all over the front of his slacks, his bulge covered in your slick. Clicking his tongue, he pushes your knees against your chest to come face-to-face with your clothed core. His thumb tugs at the lace of your panties, lifting your hips to slide it over your ass and letting the flimsy fabric dangle on your ankle.

He intended to teach you a lesson, but his brain short-circuits when he sees your weeping cunt. Your chubby lips were glistening with slick from his teasing, that pretty clit hidden under your swollen folds. Kento hasn't had a taste of pussy in years, so he can't resist leaning forward to roll his tongue against your slit.

Immediately he's gone.

He laps at you like a man starved, locking his arms around your thighs to keep you spread open for him. Mrs. Nanami was never this wet for him and it had messed with his confidence for a while, but your sweetness was all it took to bring him back. His cock twitches at the sight of you writhing under him, the front of his slacks now completely stained with precum. Kento nearly forgot to breathe with how absorbed he was in your pussy.

“You're like a piece of candy,” he mouths against your sensitive cunt, pushing the tip of his tongue into your warm entrance. “So sweet, can eat you up all night.”

Your thighs tremble and clamp around his head, the action only pushing him closer against your waiting heat, nose bumping against your clit. Kento moaned as he flattened his warm tongue against you, making out with your cunt with more fervor than when he had kissed you. Eyes rolling into the back of his head, Kento completely forgets about his aching hard-on, hips instinctively rutting against the mattress with every swipe of his tongue. Your lips were so puffy that he couldn't resist biting down, latching his lips onto your neglected bud and sucking hard.

You almost cry out at the sensation, reaching your hand down to pull at his hair as you thrash under him, feeling your thighs quiver. "S'too much! Gonna make me come—"

SMACK.

His palm had landed flat on your cunt.

"None of that. You wanted my attention, now take it." 

The mean rumble of his voice along with the harsh slap against your sensitive heat sent you over the edge, coming onto Kento's face as your back arched off the bed. He was more than eager, lips hanging open as he swallowed up every drop of your sweetness.

Like heaven on his tongue.

Your taste was addictive, making him groan with every bob of his Adam's apple. Kento slurps up all the wetness he can get, chin glistening with your essence once he pulls away. The sudden orgasm had you panting, only coming back to your senses when you heard the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor, lifting your head up at the exact moment Kento tugged his ruined boxers down.

His heavy cock slapped against his sweaty washboard abs, leaking onto his abdomen. You had seen enough subpar dicks in your life to know that he was big, the idea of it stretching you open making your pussy drool. Pretty veins ran along the base, leading up to his thick tip that was already dribbling pearls. It was an angry red, sensitive from rubbing against the fabric of his slacks. You could've sworn his cock twitched when his eyes locked with yours.

He reluctantly rolls on a condom, mumbling something under his breath as he strains against the pink rubber. Should just fuck this pussy raw. Luckily, he still had enough common sense to stop him from begging you to let him go in without protection. Kento grabs your thighs, hefty length dragging down your slit as he positioned himself between your legs. With his cock resting on your mound, you can tell he's gonna be so deep in your tummy that you'll feel him tomorrow.

“I'll make sure of it, pretty girl,” he chuckles, slapping his member against your puffy clit.

Did you actually say that out loud—?

Your cheeks puffed up at his words, an embarassed flush on your face at your little slip-up. He's so heavy between your legs that you wonder how he'll even fit. Kento's hand reaches to pull you flush against him by the ankle, propping your leg up his shoulder, groaning as his cock dragged between your lips.

"You're so wet," he muses, pumping himself lazily before he lined himself up your entrance. "Bet you're gonna take me like a good girl, hmm?"

You gasp when he pushes his flushed cockhead between your swollen folds, struggling past tight rings of muscle. So tight. Fuck, he should've known—you were just a little brat who thought she could handle him. He hisses as your walls clamp down around his tip, nails digging into your hips as he tries to catch his breath. 

"Loosen up, sweetheart. You're gonna snap off my dick."

Kento stayed like that, tip twitching inside your warm pussy, before he pushes forward once more. He's bigger than any cock you've taken before. Unprepared for the stretch, your brows knit together when he bullies his way into your cunt. He barely makes it a few inches in before your eyes start to water. Your insides were being stuffed to the brim. You take a deep breath, weakly shaking your head as your thighs tremble.

"K-Kento, please—" Please? 

You didn't even know what you were begging for, did you? How cute. With a sigh, he pulls out from the comfort of your pussy. You let out a sigh of relief, before a warm liquid hit your bare lips. With the viscosity dribbling between your folds, you realized that was Kento's spit. Your gaze flickered up towards him but he focused on other things—like the way your clit twitched when his saliva hit the neglected bud. Eyes dark and brows knitted, he reached down to thumb at your sensitive nub, a choked moan leaving your lips.

"Ease up, that's right," he praised, using the wetness to roll his hips forward. 

Your walls fluttered around him, your moans egging him on as he continued to feed you more of his monster cock. Kento never needed this amount of prep with Mrs. Nanami, considering she always seemed so...bored. He was even beginning to think he was bad at sex! But the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head told him all he needed to know. A low groan rumbled in his chest when he finally bottomed out, his tip kissing your cervix. After so long with only his hand as company, he worried he'd come the second he was inside you. The way you were squeezing his dick didn't help either. Kento swallowed hard, trying to take deep breaths as he let you adjust to his size.

"How are you so tight?" 

When his panting reached your ears, you let out a slurred mumble, eyes unfocused as you tried to look up. He leaned down, forehead resting against yours to regain his composure. Body covering yours, he only buried himself deeper all the way to the hilt. It was like your mind went blank.

"Ngh—you're just too big!" you managed to shout, eyes glassy from how he kept nudging against your womb.

That was all it took for Kento to lose his mind.

Locking an arm around your leg, he fucked into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass as his hips snapped forward. His pace was merciless, knocking the breath out of your lungs with every mean thrust. 

"Yeah? How deep am I?" he growled, his grip on your waist bruising.

 All the way in my tummy, you try to say, but you were too fucked out to answer. Just a few thrusts had you dumb on his cock, glossy lips hanging open weakly. The sight makes Kento chuckle, holding onto your thighs as his skin smacked against yours.

It had been years since he had been in a pussy this wet and eager for him. He was in love with your cunt. The slickness as he slid past your folds, the way your walls tried to milk him—but the cock drunk look in your eyes was the cherry on top. Kento turns his head to the side, pressing kisses onto your calf as he fucked you. 

Come back, pretty girl.

When he notices your lack of response, he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh, emphasized with a harsh thrust that made you scream. "Kento, slow down," you cry out, heat churning in your belly from the cruel pistoning of his hips.

He only chuckles, shaking his head before he sped up his pace. The shocked look in your eyes made him reach down to rub tight circles on your clit for relief. Loud squelches and the slapping of skin-on-skin filled the air, the room reeking of sweat and sex. Kento's eyes locked on the way your ass bounced back against his pelvis with every thrust, cock twitching as he thought of taking you from behind. He continued to jackhammer into you, strings of profanities leaving his lips. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into. As you mumbled incoherently on the verge of tears, a hand wrapped around your throat.

"Shh. Your sweet pussy's talkin' to me," he tuts, squeezing your throat to shut you up. 

His hand completely engulfed your neck, rough palm pressed tightly against your pulse. Gasping for breath, you could feel your head spin from the lack of air. You rake your nails along his back, digging crescents into his skin to try and make him let go. Kento hissed at the sensation, cockhead slamming hard against your g-spot. It was too much—the delicious stretch of his cock, the way his tip kissed your gummy insides with every thrust, his hand around your throat—the knot in your stomach snapped. Even when you tried to push the heat down, your climax ripped through you like white lightning. 

Your back arched off the bed, cursing out Kento's name as your orgasm shook through your body. The man nearly collapsed on top of you, a sharp groan leaving his lips as your walls clamped down and milked his cock so suddenly. His grip on your throat loosens and you thrash under him. 

You might die from how good he's dicking you down. 

Rolling onto your stomach, you stumble as you get on your hands and knees to try and crawl off the bed. A pair of rough hands grab onto your waist, followed by heavy panting that makes your blood run cold.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Kento spits, dragging you back against him. 

He'd be damned if he let the first good pussy he's had in years get away. Even when you try to thrash and break free, your body is too weak from coming so hard! His palm lands a harsh smack against your ass, your arms collapsing under your body as you cried out. Kento pushed your head down into the pillows, propping you up by the back of your knees. Face down, ass up. The sight of you so vulnerable with your glistening pussy on display made him lick his lips, quickly positioning himself behind you. 

"Naughty girl, trying to run away from me," he tuts, swiping his tip up and down your creamy folds.

As punishment, he reached down to pinch your clit, earning a choked sob from you. He rolled the bud between his fingers, resting his free hand on the plush of your ass. Cock throbbing for release, he buried himself to the hilt in one thrust, setting up a mean pace immediately.

Yep, might die from this dick. 

Every slam of his hips against yours had you sobbing into the pillows, the fabric damp with your salty tears. Your body was still reeling from your multiple orgasms, cunt fluttering around him. Even if it was too much, Kento was fucking you so good your insides had molded to every ridge and vein of his cock. Your tits jiggled with every thrust and he wasted no time in grabbing your hefty breasts, playing with your soft nipples. He buried his head in the tender area where your neck and shoulders connected, groaning against you. 

Kento was getting close, you could tell from how frantically he rutted into you. His cock throbbed inside you, pulsing against your gummy walls. You couldn't resist the urge to push your ass back into him, making his dick hit even deeper inside you. You were half sure he was bulging through your tummy at this point. The action made him suck in shallow breaths through his teeth, keeping a death grip on your ass as he bulllied your cunt.

"Fuuuck, I'm gonna come," he groans into your shoulder.

His face scrunched up in pleasure, panting heavily into your skin as he buried his cock deeper and deeper. Seeing such a composed man this broken made your cheeks flush. Your walls were heavenly, every clench pushing him closer to the edge. 

Screw his hand. Coming from your pussy squeezing him was better that jacking off to any porno he could watch online. 

With a strangled moan, Kento shot thick spurts of cum into the condom, as if he hadn't finished in years. He collapsed on top of you, the orgasm rendering him unable to even hold himself up anymore. It was like losing his virginity all over again. You whine as the rubber began to fill up with his load, heavy in your pussy. After a few moments to catch your breath, you tried to push yourself off him, worried he'd spill into you.

"We should probably take that off—" 

Kento shut you up immediately, grabbing your waist to drag your hips back on top of him. Now straddling his lap, his still hard cock prodded new places you had never even touched before, a pathetic moan leaving your lips. His blonde hair was messy and dripping with sweat, eyes glazed over as his cheeks flushed. You felt him twitch inside you when he met your gaze, the same fucked-out look in both your eyes. He definitely wasn't done with you yet.

"It's only midnight, sweetheart."

You'd be lucky to come out of here alive.

You spent the rest of the night going several rounds, trying every position possible before collapsing from exhaustion. What's for sure—sex would never be the same ever again. How could you go back to one night stands with shitty frat bros when an older man just gave you the dicking down of your life? 

The next morning, you roll on your side to see Kento sitting at the edge of the bed. His bare back was wrecked, littered with vicious nail marks and lipstick stains. You chew on your bottom lip, pulling the duvet over your chest. 

"Are we gonna see each other again?" you croak, voice hoarse from last night.

The muscles in his back tensed at your words. Kento didn't want to see the hickeys and bruises on your skin, undeniable marks of the years of frustration he took out on you. He actually slept with a girl almost half his age right after getting divorced.

Talk about issues. 

Though his stomach churned with guilt, the memories of last night flashed through his mind. How eager you were for him, your sopping cunt, your sweet whines. He was even starting to imagine what it'd be like to sink into you raw.

He couldn't deny how addicted he was to your body. Doing this once was one thing, but agreeing to meet you again? Kento let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. After a few moments, he spoke up.

"Let me check my schedule, pretty girl."

————

It was late in the afternoon when Nanami found you. 

At first glance, he immediately knew you were a bit of a ditz. No woman with good sense had any business bending over into the hood of her vehicle—trying to figure out what was wrong with it—in the middle of the goddamn forest like that.

The road he spotted you on was one of those back roads that was tucked deep off into the forest. People typically only came out here for one of three things.

One—the most common—to avoid traffic. Two, to get to the woodland resort that was just a few miles out from there. And three, they happened to be locals with cabins tucked off in all different corners of the surrounding forest.

You did not appear to be any of the three.

You were scouring around the open hood of your car and Nanami's first sight of you consisted of the loveliest view of your ass. Bent over all oblivious to his greedy eyes, his first honest impression of you is that you didn't exactly have the best spatial awareness… if any at all.

Leaves crunched between the heavy soles of his boots as he approached you and your car, and it almost worried him how painfully unaware you were. "Miss?" Nanami called out to you, amused by the way you yelped in surprise and nearly hit your head trying to pull yourself away from the open hood.

Your head angles back and as soon as the two of you made eye contact, he should’ve put you on his kill list.

Why? Because he’s so ridiculously bound to be a gentleman the moment he meets those pretty eyes of yours and he knows it. You looked all startled by him, yet still had the nerve to size him up and down completely unashamed.

Nanami was a tall, brawny man whose body was just begging to be freed from the fabric of all his too-tight clothing. 

He had on one of those signature red and black flannels, but its cloth did little to conceal the muscles that bulged beneath. The center of his shirt was unbuttoned just enough for you to get a peek of his toned chest, all beefy and just… broad with light tuffs of blond hair decorating the exposed skin. His sleeves were bundled up at his forearms, and adorning his hips were a pair of tanned slacks and a thick brown belt.

Phew, you couldn’t stop ogling him at first and nearly forgot to warrant him with a response. Forcing your eyes back up to his stoic, yet kind expression, you flash a sweet smile, “Sir?”

His voice leaves him all honeyed and husky in a way that has you stepping away from your car and your spine stiffening a little. “You look like you could use some help there,” He points out obviously with a slight tip of his head toward your currently dysfunctional vehicle.

The sun was rapidly making its descent and this really wasn’t the place for you to be having car trouble. Nanami considers you rather lucky he ran into you and not anyone else—this area was anything but safe for a woman such as yourself.

“I could actually!” You chime with this bubbliness that makes him thankful that he’s the one to have found you again. “My car just gave out on me all of a sudden and I’m really not sure why,” You go on to explain but, he’s hardly focused on what’s coming out of your mouth.

He’s much too busy staring at the way words leave your lips and that glistening gloss you’ve got coating them right now. Nanami swears to himself he’s usually not this easily distracted but something about you was making his brain wire itself a little differently.

Eventually, while you’re still rambling about how you were trying to make your way back to the highway and seemed to take a wrong turn onto this creepy back road, Nanami merely cocks his head to the side and looks down to spot what’s causing you all this trouble.

Yapping his ear off with not a clue in the world, “...And then I almost hit a deer a few miles back, which scared the shit out of–”

“Sweetheart,” He cuts off gently with a small grin on his face, fawn brown eyes flocking up to your expression slowly, “You’ve got a flat tire.” He tells you as he lazily lifts a hand to point at your front left tire that, surely enough, is flattened beyond belief.

“Ohhhh,” You chime with a roll of your eyes, “Y’know, that makes a lot more sense. I didn’t even look down there.” You’re turning around to inspect the tire now, noticing that it seems as though you’d run over something sharp, “Huh. There’s a big hole in it and everything…”

Nanami fights the urge to chuckle as he makes his way over to you and leans down to inspect the flattened tire alongside you. “...You didn’t hear or feel anything when your car ‘gave out’ on you?” He asks carefully, raising a brow your way.

You go to shaking your head, “No, not at all! Whatever it is I ran over, I must’ve done so a while ago because I’d been driving just fine for quite some time prior to me pulling over here..”

He waves off your words and then leans back up with a smooth click of his tongue, “Ah, I see. You have a spare, right?”

“A spare tire?” You repeat thoughtlessly before looking off in embarrassment as he nods. “About that…”

And while you start giving him a million and one reasons as to why you’re traveling alone in the woods with no emergency spare tire or any means of protection, Nanami finds himself all the more concerned for your safety. The conversation mostly consists of him trying not to give you judgy eyes, but it’s a bit difficult when you were by far the most carefree person he’d ever met.

Thus leading him to glance off and notice how dark it’s getting, “Listen, as much as I would love to sit here and listen to your uh… adventures, the sun is setting and I don’t feel too comfortable leaving you all alone here like this.”

You blink once-, twice as you quickly realize he has a point. Your gaze travels to the area surrounding the two of you, and it only then dawns on you that this man kinda just appeared out of nowhere, since he didn’t seem to have a car of his own anywhere nearby. There’s nothing but tall, leafless trees and a steadily darkening forest around the two of you.

Hell, even you weren’t going to be too comfortable sitting in your car until sunrise…

“I have a spare tire you could borrow back at my cabin,” Nanami offers all of a sudden, gesturing back into the presumed direction of his place. “Though, I can’t help you while it’s dark out and uh,” He pauses to look at you up and down, fighting his smile once again. “I doubt you’d want to follow a stranger like me off into the–”

“Okay,” You cut off suddenly enough to leave him surprised. You didn’t care too much that he was a stranger, and although you definitely showed signs of not being able to defend yourself whatsoever, you had the means to do so if it really came down to that—especially now that he’d shown he’s fallen for that rather misleading ditzy persona of yours.

Truth be told, you did have a spare tire in your trunk. You weren’t that careless.

But you also didn’t want to sleep in your car tonight, especially not alone in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. Nanami seemed kind enough, despite emerging from the woods just to offer you some help and being a complete stranger to you… 

But hey, at least he was a hot stranger, right?

————

And that’s exactly how you end up following him into the woods toward that ‘cabin’ of his. He’d given you his name—first and last—but you were rather insistent on being polite and calling him by the last. The walk to his place took about fifteen minutes, which left you relieved because that meant your car wasn’t too far away.

It also explained how he found you, considering he’s not too distant. Nanami was also very open and talkative during that walk of yours and explained that he used to be a businessman but decided he needed a slice of quiet and tucked off into the forest a few years ago to be a lumberjack. Which explained that physique of his.

Fallen leaves crumpled and crunched beneath both of your feet as you two walked the dirt path toward his place and upon arrival, the very first thing you noticed was an old red axe lodged neatly into a piece of wood on his front porch as he guided you up. 

Nanami was in the midst of telling you some of his woodland adventures—as if to reciprocate what you’d told him about your road trip so far—before you stopped and stared rather openly at the tool.

He was opening his front door for you before he noticed where your eyes had landed, and he offered you a gentlemanly smile, “That’s my little money maker right there.” He says to hopefully make up for any awkwardness.

You nod, “Yeah?” and he starts telling you about his axe and how he’s had it for years and years, yet all you could focus on was the dried red sitting at the blade’s edges—a shade of which did not match the red paint of the tool and was also located where a silver color sat beneath. Huh, interesting, you’d thought.

And when Nanami made an effort to explain how some bears and other wild animals frequent this forest quite often, you figure that’s where the blood came from.

Not that he ever explicitly confirms that, though.

As he resumes his talk of what it’s like to be a lumberjack, he kindly walks you into his home—holding the door open and letting you enter first—before offering you a short tour. It was clear he wanted to make you nice and comfortable, considering he was still a stranger to you.

You agreed to the tour and made sure to take in every detail of his home just in case anything were to happen. You’d check your phone every time his eyes left you, making sure it was nicely charged and that you had some sort of service.

Thankfully, this wasn’t one of those horror-type plots, so you were actually perfect in terms of service. Y’know, after he offered and then gave you his cabin’s wifi…

He then showed you around that spotless kitchen and living room of his, in which you just so happened to notice a news article sitting on the coffee table while he told you the nearest town was at least a mile away and filled with unfriendly locals.

You ended up plucking the article from its spot to skim over it curiously as he spoke and told you stories of his bad experience with the people of the town.

Lots of missing person reports were in that article, along with a story about an axe-wielding maniac who was suspected to be the cause of said missing people. Nanami watched you read and send him a few skeptical glances, but considering how you didn’t say anything, he figured you didn’t suspect him.

He’s not the only lumberjack around, after all. That maniac could’ve been anyone.

As the tour soon concluded, Nanami showed you to a guest bedroom to sleep in for the night. The bathroom—along with his bedroom—was just down the hall and he told you not to be too shy to ask him for anything.

See? Simple.

Surely if he were crazy and wanted to kill you, he would’ve shown signs by now or made some attempt at doing so. Instead, Nanami did nothing but be a handsome host for you and even invited you into his living room to sit down and eat dinner with him.

Outside of being a sexy lumberjack, Nanami was also a fine cook.

You’re now sitting on the comforting stretch of his leather couch, a half-eaten warm plate of food in hand, and a steady draft of warmth that stems from the fireplace he’s so kindly lit for you. The cabin’s air was coated in thick scents of cedar and that homey-smoke, everything around you oh-so-meticulously placed. You distantly considered in your mind how everything was a bit too clean for a man who lived so far from town.

Shrugging it off, you were quick to remind yourself that this was okay. He was okay, despite that little article you kept taking a peek at…

There's a subtle, quiet movement somewhere behind you before Nanami comes into view and sets a softly steaming mug on the coffee table in front of you, “This isn’t too much for you, is it?” He asks, voice smooth, velvety even.

You glance up at him and find yourself admiring the way the warm light from the nearby flames catches against his chiseled face. A man like this really had no business being single and alone like this, he was visibly perfect. “This is just fine, thank you.” You manage as you set your plate down and then bring the warm mug into your cooler palms.

Nanami breaks out a smile, that gentle and polite one he’s sent your way one too many times since he’d run into you. It was the kind of expression that made your heart feel warm and safe. Catching something in your gaze, he lets off a slight sigh as he sits himself down in the nearby armchair, “You’re lucky, y’know.” He hums, large frame easing into his seat as he speaks. “This area isn’t exactly the safest for ‘outsiders’.”

Between your careful sips on the warm cocoa he’d made you—that’s oddly crafted to utter flawlessness—you look off in thought before chiming, “Outsiders? Is that what those locals that don’t like you call people like me?”

He never seems to let his gaze stray away from you, “Oh, they call me that too. That’s how I know it’s not too safe out here. I can only imagine what would’ve happened if one of them found you and not me.”

You chuckle, “So, those missing person reports…” You begin, gesturing toward the stack of articles, “You think the townsfolk made those stories up and pinned them on…” The word ‘you’ rested on the tip of your tongue but, you quickly swallowed it down. “One of the lumberjacks out here to mislead people?”

“And keep people scared, yes,” Nanami answers promptly. “It is October after all. If you look at the dates on all those reports, they’re rather recent. I feel as though it’s a seasonal thing they do for the spirit of this spooky month.”

A town of people who make up missing person reports for the month of Halloween? How peculiar. You’d never heard anything quite like that. You shrug it off, though. There’s a town of oddities everywhere, right? This was no different.

As the small talk dissipates, the fire’s low crackles swallow up the atmosphere and it felt as though time were slowing down. You’d never felt so… at ease around a complete stranger like this before. Nanami’s just as quiet as you are now, as if to let both of your thoughts mingle about and carry through the silence.

The wind outside seems to be picking up a bit, lightly clashing against the large cabin windows as you two sit and enjoy one another’s presence. You sip on your seasonal beverage until the mug is light in your hand, your taste buds satisfied, and your stomach full—two things that completely contrast how you thought you’d end up spending your night just a few hours ago.

Before you bid Nanami goodnight and head off to the guest bedroom, you sit there and start taking in the details of his home again. You were growing increasingly aware of how unnervingly faultless everything was. Tucked into a corner was a tall bookshelf lined with literature of all sorts, the spines aligned and rather dustless. 

Even the fireplace a few feet in front of you was gorgeously untouched and yet polished. The neatness of Nanami’s cabin was feeling less and less like mere tidiness and more like some sort of strange control.

But hey, perhaps you were looking too deeply into everything. He’s just a very particular man. Nothing weird about that, right?

When the two of you finally parted ways for the night, Nanami took your dishes off into his kitchen and wished you a good night. Aside from the easing running of water as he washed your plate and mug, the only sounds to travel throughout his cabin now were your footsteps toward your room for the night.

By the time you entered said room, you’d come to the same reasoning that—just because the description in the article you read, and even talked about, earlier said the suspect was a six-foot-tall blond man with brown eyes—Nanami was in no way the killer.

————

With the night carrying on ever-so-smoothly without a hitch, you actually end up finding yourself unable to sleep.

The moonlight acts as the only sort of illumination all throughout the man’s house, and you quickly realize that once you slip out of the guest bedroom and tiptoe down the hall towards the bathroom. You weren’t quite sure what was keeping you up, but you hoped using the bathroom would help you figure it out.

That, and you used your trip to the bathroom as an excuse to explore the cabin a little more on your own. It was quite cozy all around and the wood hardly creaked beneath your light steps whilst you paced about. Considering only one, unmarried man lives out here alone… you really couldn’t help the impending suspicion that continued to rise within you as you explored his house.

Nothing was out of place and half of the furniture seemed as though it was rarely touched, if even at all.

As you stop by the kitchen for a glass of water, the cleanliness of Nanami’s cabin seems to stand out even more. Every glass within the cabinets was so perfectly placed that it was nearly uncanny. No dust sat on anything, not even the glasses in the very back.

You shrug it off. Maybe you were being too anal about things again. 

Or at least, that’s what you thought before you began to notice other peculiarities as you sipped your fresh glass of water. Everything was painfully squeaky clean.

The large windows that decorated the majority of the cabin’s walls? So spotless the moonlight was elegantly pouring in onto the almost reflective wooden floors. The counters? Also spotless. Every cabin and handle? Guess what? Spotless.

There was a very faint scent of recently used cleaning products so, in your head, you deduced that Nanami was some sort of clean freak.

Once you finish up with your water and finally make that trip to the bathroom, you’ve still got all these questions raging war in your mind. 

Say he was that axe-wielding maniac from the article… Did he really kidnap and murder all those people? Did he have a reason for it? Was it because of the town’s unfriendliness? Were you his next victim..?

No, no, Nanami had been way too nice and open with you for any of those things to be true. Plus, he told you the townsfolk probably made those articles up for the Halloween spirit. 

Yeah, that reality’s a lot easier for you to digest.

But if you’re being fully honest with yourself… as long as he doesn’t plan to kill you, you don’t think you mind the alternative and more likely reality of him being the killer. At least he was hot, right?

And he was nice to you.

That’s a lot better than you could say about the guys you’ve dealt with back home.

You’re washing and drying your hands now, hoping to return to bed and make a second attempt at sleep. The man was kind enough to let you stay the night, and here you were mentally accusing him of being a murderer when he hadn’t even done anything–

As soon as you walk out of the bathroom, you walk face-first into something that feels like a brick wall, hands shooting up to brace yourself, and a soft huff exiting your throat. When you look up, you’re met with your host’s slightly surprised expression.

His sturdy hands are on your arms, holding you after you’d so carelessly walked into him—even though he was standing right in front of the bathroom door and didn’t really give you room to do anything else…

“Ah, sorry, Nanami,” You chime softly, voice filling the quiet of the stiff hallway surrounding the two of you, “Wasn’t expecting to run into you like this.”

His gaze is delicate as it sets down on you, “You’re quite alright, darling.” Nanami voices attentively before his head weighs to the side, “Was this just a trip to the bathroom, or could you not sleep as well?”

You grin, “I’d say a bit of both, but mainly the first thing. I’m gonna try to get some rest now, though.” Your explanation comes out rather quickly, and you’re unintentionally awkward as you break yourself away from his light grasp, turning elsewhere. “Night, Nanami.”

“Goodnight,” He replies with a slight smile on his face. 

He turns to the bathroom ahead but finds himself pausing to watch you walk down the hall. Your footsteps are careful, he notices. Though he’s not sure why that sticks out to him. He had no intentions of… 

Shaking the unfinished thought away, the blond clears his throat, “Actually, wait. Before you go,” You stop promptly—almost as if hoping for him to say something—and then swivel around at the sound of his voice, catching his eyes under the dim lighting from the rather full moon outside. “I’m curious.”

A brow of yours shoots up, “About?”

Nanami’s eyes are calculated on your slightly distanced frame, wonder swirling within his pupils. You were just as much a stranger to him as he was to you and yet, here you stood in his home hours past midnight… wearing a shirt he lent you to sleep in, no less.

You had to lack shame. There was no other explanation for it. Why else would a woman do the things you were doing like this? It’s like you wanted to make his hobby easy for him…

With the left corner of his lips twitching as he fights off a knowing smirk, Nanami’s voice smoothes into the air all honeyed and low, “Do you follow strange men into their homes like this often?” He asks.

You merely snort, “You’re not strange.”

As if that answered his question…

“You don’t know that,” He warns carefully, foot shifting on the floor to angle his body so that he’s facing you. You still stood a few feet away from him, a distance in which he was fine with.

…For now.

“You’re right, I don’t,” You soon agree, to which his brows shoot up in surprise. “But, no, I don’t do this often.” Your answer makes him sigh in relief. It was good to hear that you weren’t always this careless.

Nanami’s hands slip into the pockets of his sweatpants. He wasn’t wearing much more than you—a simple white tee and some grey sweats, his usual nightwear—and yet he still caught the way you were drinking him up, as if the lack of bright lighting was supposed to conceal the way your eyes roamed and then lingered in all the right places and more.

His reading glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose and you two make direct visual contact as his chin dips down a bit and the frames slip just enough to reveal those chestnut-shaded eyes of his. “May I ask what made me so different then?” His voice was rich and sweet enough to make you dizzy if you listened to it long enough.

“Hmm..” You hum in faux thought, despite having the answer clear in your head. “I dunno, maybe because you’re hot.” You explain honestly.

Nanami smiles to himself at the sound of that. He truly did admire your lack of shame as time went on, “You willingly allowed yourself to stay the night at a stranger’s just because you find them attractive?”

You’re chuckling and he’s taking the slightest step closer. “Well, yes.” You reply.

To which the man lets out a scolding little scoff, “That’s quite careless, y’know.” He warns once more, growing nearer.

You don’t fight the distance. If anything, you quite welcome it. Especially with the way you gradually shift closer. It was as though both of you had some sort of silent understanding that there was way too much space between you for all the tension that was building.

Even though the tension in question was building toward two different things.

You wanted to get a piece of the man and he… well, he wanted the same thing but in a different way.

“Nanami,” You purr, hearing the wood faintly creak beneath his slow steps. 

His smile has yet to fade and his energy is just so enticing at the moment that you feel lulled into him. It was like he’d put you under a vocal spell with that soothing tone of his, “I’ve told you, you can call me Kento.”

You release a sigh, “Listen, I’d rather be in here with a ‘stranger’—who I’ve gotten to know fairly well thus far—than out there sleeping in my car alone.”

Nanami’s walking comes to a stop once you’re in arm's reach and his voice is a little scary as he whispers, “You’re alone with a stranger though.”

Feigning not to see the danger you may now be in, “What’s your point?” You ask softly.

His gaze drags across your face and he fully intends to coax more of that frightened expression out of you as he murmurs, “We’re far enough away from town where no one could hear you scream, does that not concern you?”

You merely bat your lashes all innocently up at the man and the gesture is making his heart clench within his chest tightly. Then, you have the audacity to lean forward and lift a single finger up to his chest to poke him. Smiling, “No one could hear me scream out here?” You repeat.

Just to confirm, of course.

Nanami fights the furrow in his brows and instead looks down at the finger you hand pressing into his chest before breathing out a heavy, “No.”

A beat or two pass between you both and he hardly gets the chance to blink before you’re slithering yourself up close—too close—and looking directly at his expression to watch for his reaction as you ask, “Doesn’t that mean if we were to fuck, I could be as loud as I want?”

You practically watch his breath get tangled in the center of his throat and get a lucky feel of his heart skipping a beat beneath your finger. Of all things you could have said to him, of all ways you would have interpreted his truly harmless threats, that was nowhere near what he expected you to say.

Hence why his voice wavers a little as he chokes, “Pardon?”

Nanami’s eyes flick up to yours and he gulps thickly at the way you’re peering at him now.

“I said, if we fucked—like in here or even outside—I could be as loud as I want,” You repeat shamelessly with a few purposefully innocent bats of your lashes. “Right?”

The next delicious little thing you earn from him is a short scoff, as if he’s not just surprised but utterly bewildered by you. Here he was considering making you his next victim to chop up and the whole time you wanted to… get into his pants??

A sudden smirk dawns across his sharp features and he leans down to your ear, “Is that what you followed me out here for?” He questions low enough to have your body hot with anticipation. Then, before you could quite answer and as if you needed the clarification, his lips brush against your skin, “My cock?”

And there it was, that dizzying feeling again. It was one thing to hear his baritone travel across the hallway and caress your ears but to have his breath and thickly aroused voice against the crown of your ear was something else entirely.

Your lashes are fluttering for real now and you’re finally pulling away to create a little bit of distance, bashfully looking down to the ground, “Well, when you put it like that, you make me sound like some kinda pervert.”

Nanami watches how shy you become and he feels as though he’s hardly holding back now, “I have reason to believe you are.” Lord knows killing you was now the last thing on his mind.

You’d just saved yourself by turning him on and you hadn’t the slightest clue. Hell, if anything, you had the nerve to grow shy about it.

Cute.

It takes you a moment to collect yourself and the moment your eyes meet his again, you can feel the lust hanging between the two of you. “Is that a bad thing?” You murmur.

“No…” Nanami replies rather quickly, contrasting the firmness of his tone. Then he cocks his head to the side and finally allows his brows to meet slightly, “But, what am I meant to do with you now? Hm?”

“Whatever you want,” Comes spilling past your lips almost too eagerly, even for yourself.

He feels the painfully prominent twitch of his cock as your words ring out into the air and his mind was straying further and further from that gentlemanly approach he was so desperately trying to keep with you. “Careful, sweetheart.” Nanami advises, “You still don’t really know me.”

You appear to be amused by that, given the way you smile, “We can get to know each other in a few different ways.”

His voice is hardly restrained at this point, etching deeper into something husky, “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” You hum ever so innocently.

His eyes narrow down on you, “And how do you suggest we do that this late into the night?”

……

You had one suggestion.

But, it was less of a suggestion and more of a request.

Chase me through the woods, you’d said. Now your feet were burning against the uneven dirt below your rushed footsteps.

Sure, he agreed. And now you felt as though you’d run into him at any given moment now. 

Before you even exited the house, Nanami mentioned that if you make it to your car before he finds you, it’d be best that you went ahead and left. When you asked him why, he told you, “You won’t be able to handle what finds you.”

Does that later turn out to be true? Maybe. But did you care in the moment? Of course not, you just got a hot stranger to agree to chase you through the woods! One of your darkest fantasies was coming to life and you couldn’t be happier.

But, you had to pretend like it wasn’t exactly what you’d been wanting since the moment he saw you bent into the hood of your car. This totally wasn’t the reason you’d been so bold with him and you definitely don’t want him to find you now.

A few more pieces of information had been shared between the two of you before you went running. Apparently, Nanami went out and fixed your car while you were holed up in the guest bedroom—even though he told you earlier that he couldn’t work in the dark. 

The two of you also agreed that if he finds you before you find your car, he’s going to fuck you. The last thing he wanted to do was anything without your consent.

Even a murderer like him had morals! For you, at least.

The only thing Nanami didn’t tell you was that the car he fixed? Yeah, it’s actually not in the spot you left it in.

You don’t realize that until you get there.

————

You’re a bit out of breath after running for the past few minutes or so but, you’re actually glad to see that your car is nowhere to be found.

Concerned? Sure. But at least this meant you didn’t have to leave just yet.

The only thing about this little arrangement that brought you true concern was how you knew he was somewhere in the woods hunting for you right now. The thought alone sends a chill down your spine, especially as you glance back in the direction you came and notice just how dark the forest is where the moon can’t quite reach.

You swallow thickly and turn away to think. You didn’t really need to hide if you wanted him to fuck you, right?

Nah, if you don’t hide, that’d take away all the fun!

Y’know, the same “fun” that quickly dies when you hear a twig snapping in the distance. Your heart decides to sink straight down into your ass and you nearly let out a sound of surprise. Luckily enough for you, your hand was over your mouth almost instinctively. Then your feet were moving on their own to try and duck behind the nearest and biggest tree you could find.

There’s no way he caught up to you that fast, right?

The surrounding forest is eerily quiet and you feel as though you should be able to hear him coming if that snapping branch was really him…

If anything, if it wasn’t him you think that’d scare you a whole lot more. After all, there is a murderer on the loose.

You didn’t quite consider that before now. What if the killer finds you before Nanami does? What if you died out here because you were too busy trying to get screwed against some tree by a complete stranger? 

Imagine that on your headstone: stupid girl gets brutally dismembered in woods after being found by the known axe-maniac while waiting for some stranger to come fuck her.

Now your eyes were squeezing shut and your back was hugging the stiff tree behind you.

All your senses were quickly growing more alert as the seconds chipped away and suddenly, this wasn’t just a cute lil’ thing you decided to do anymore. You were surrounded by the unknown, covered in the darkness of shadows that cast over you where the moonlight couldn’t lay its delicate glow upon, and slowly growing more and more scared.

Anyone or anything could find you out here before Nanami did. The slightest shift of leaves on the ground just a few inches away from you, where wind gusts over, made your skin jump and you found yourself flinching at every little thing.

The gulp you take is thick with nerves, eyes flashing from one place to another as you try to catch the every adjustment of any and all nearby shades of night. The wood behind you pricks at your skin through the fabric of Nanami’s shirt that you’re still clad in, your back only pressing up against it more as if to merge into the tree itself, and the cool night air caresses the exposed skin of your legs below your shorts.

There was a knot in your stomach now and you were getting antsy for Nanami to hurry up and find you. At least in his arms you’d feel a lot safer than you do right now, all alone in the forest like an idiot. The minutes stretched on and it’s not long before you start debating resuming the search for your vehicle.

Perhaps getting into it and driving away wasn’t such a bad idea after all…

Especially considering the way Nanami sucks at locating you. You left his cabin over twenty minutes ago and have been hiding behind the same tree for the past six or seven, surely he should have found you by now, since he knows these woods so well.

Yet there you stood, growing colder under the night’s chilled air and worrying for your safety for the first time since you’d been stranded. Hell, you almost started to regret this whole—

The sound of a sharp thwack into the very thick wood you were hiding behind captures your attention. Followed by the words, “Found you,” being heaved out into the quiet air, warm breath smacking against your ear and making you flinch so hard it was like you left your own flesh for a moment. 

If you weren’t scared shitless before, you damn sure were now.

You instinctively lurch your body forward in a pathetic attempt to escape, but then there’s a grasp on your hair and your whole frame is jerked back. “Don’t fucking run from me, we have a deal, remember?”

You stumble back against Nanami’s beefy chest as he snatches you back toward him and your breath catches in your throat, cunt throbbing already in… fear? arousal? Something in between—like scarousal—perhaps. Gasping, “Nanami I-“

He’s cutting you off by moving a hand to your jaw and forcing you to angle it back so you can meet his now brooding brown eyes. The gentleman you swore you once knew seems to be gone with the way he was looking at you now as if he wanted to eat you alive.

One of his fingers slips up against your expression just to push past your pretty, slightly drooling lips and spread them against the pad of his thumb. “If you don’t want this anymore, say that, and I’ll stop,” He utters hotly.

Your lashes flutter and you let him press that thumb of his all the way into your mouth, sucking on it like some slut before you actually fix your lips to answer him, “I still want it.”

The fear you had previously has been completely replaced by your own whorish arousal and you reveled in the way he treats you. Nanami grunts, “Then don’t run from it.”

“I didn’t mean to, I just-“

“Shut up,” The man all but groans before tipping your head all the way back so he can press his lips down into yours.

He kisses you hungrily as if he’d been waiting to do so from the moment he’d set eyes on you. Fuck, this was bad. He’s supposed to have gotten rid of you by now and yet here he is, tugging at your clothes to get a feel of you, tonguing your down, and swallowing up your every whine.

The fact that you asked him to do this whole thing was what really drove him insane. He can’t help but be rough with the way he handles you, shoving you forward a bit so that he could be the one between your body and the tree you so poorly hid behind.

His hand had left your face and your head angled a bit more so the kiss could continue while his grip greedily cupped your tits into his big hands. You were melting against his every touch, moaning into his mouth, and then bucking your ass back against his crotch.

The moment his cock is felt through the thick fabric of his jeans, you gasp, “Nanami-“

“Kento,” He corrects swiftly, two fingers shifting against your breasts just to give your nipples a mean pinch. “Say my name while I fuck you, got it?” He commands heavily.

Then his hands were leaving your tits, just for a moment, so that he could bring them up to the collar of your shirt and begin to tug. Your lips slip off of his with a wet pop! followed by a cute gasp from your throat as you turn to watch the way he riiips that shirt of his straight down the middle.

The torn fabric shreds to the floor and then you feel Nanami’s gaping mouth at the side of your neck, palms desperate as they fly to your breasts again to fondle the gorgeous mounds in his hands. He’s squeezing and then gliding the fat of his thumbs over your perky nipples again, giving them a playful little twist, and then smiling into your skin at the way you whine.

“Sensitive, huh?” Nanami sears against you, letting the hungry drool from his lips slick up the area where his mouth had just been. 

He takes the following pathetic sound from your lips as a reply and then moves his fingers to flick at your delicate buds as a finality before letting one hand fall down in between the two of you.

If he didn’t get some sort of relief right now, he was going to lose his mind.

Nanami is rather skillful with the one hand he leaves at your tits, switching between each to give them the same amount of attention and carefully pulling strings of wonton moans past your drunkenly parted lips. He had hardly done anything yet and he already knew you’d been waiting on this.

The sound of his belt buckle clacking against itself as he messily unbuckles the hindering item and then flings it off to the side seems to echo throughout the not-so-scary forestry. You hear but a few more shuffles and feel his hand brushing over the curve of your ass just a couple more times before something viscous and sweltering is thumping against your ass with a faint curve upwards.

You’re feeling overly dizzy now. Particularly as he moves his hands to your hips and swirls the two of you around so he can press your face against the three you two have been standing behind. You wanted to hate that harsh scratch of wood against your cheek, but you couldn’t even think with Nanami’s weeping cock busy pouring out drooly strings of precum against the bare skin of your lower back.

If anything, your lashes were too busy fluttering as you let your head tilt and your eyes tried to catch a subtle glance at the weight resting below your slowly arching spine.

If there wasn’t a wet mess pooling in between your thighs before then there damn sure was now, almost uncontrollably so. 

Nanami goes along to tug away the sorry fabric of your shorts, watching the way they slip down your legs and pool oh-so-gracefully at your ankles. His cock lay needily against your panties now as he leaned forward for your ear, whispering, “Can you feel that?”

Your cunt flutters ridiculously around nothing and your voice has been reduced to a pitiable mumble, “Yes, Kento..”

A pretty response like that earns you the grazing of his teeth against the crown of your ear as his voice drops impossibly lower, “How’s it feel, huh? Tell me.” Nanami directs, leaving you no room to argue.

And as if to coax your answer out of your suddenly moan-clogged throat, his hips real back and he angles his cock down before thrusting the thick of it in between your sweat-slicked thighs, allowing you to feel the heaty veins decorating his shaft.

You moan as if he’d just pushed into you, “Big, Ken’.. so fuckin’ big..” To which he groans right into your ear so that you would really digest what it is your aroused tone did to him.

Those hands he had at your hips are now keeping your body steady so he can properly pry his hips back and let his cock schliiick up against the wet soiling of your panties, stuffing between your thighs perfectly and rubbing along your slobbering folds deliciously.

Then—ever the talker—as if to earn a lovely throb of your pussy against him, he’s heaving all over again. “Do you like it?” Nanami taunts, biting back a smile, “Having a big cock rubbing in between your thighs like this? Hm?”

Your cunt is wetly begging for more at this point; body thrumming, sleek with sweat mixed through an overwhelming heat, and desperate need to fuck. Any longer with him rutting in between your thighs like this and you felt as though you’d pass out from lack of dick being inside you.

Eventually grumbling an answer out to him, “Y-Yes but-, ah..!” You’re cut off by the obviously purposeful way his glazed mushroom tip pokes up against the pad of your panties, doubly smearing pre into the already soaked material and simultaneously teasing your folds to part.

“But what?” Namai questions far too innocently for the way he’s torturing your poor, needy pussy right now.

Huffing from kiss-bitten lips, “I want you inside me, Kento,” You plead too prettily for him to deny.

“Mmh,” A hand of his comes up to force your head back again, letting your eyes meet his shaded brown ones, “Where’s those manners, huh?”

“P-Please,” You whisper, “I just want-“

“Louder,” Nanami cuts off crisply enough for you to release a bashless whine.

“Kento, please fuck me,” You breathed out finally, “I need it, need you inside me. Pleeease.”

Considering that perfect enough for both his ego and the aching inches of his cock, a commanding, “Spread your legs,” plummets past his lips.

Your feet have never parted faster, thighs parting and removing the warm pressure that’d been hugging his dick all too addictively. Then you bend over further, if possible, and rest a little more comfortably against the tree ahead.

“Mhm, exactly like that. Now arch,” He directs, hand pressing into your spine whilst your face smushes into the rough bark of the tree. 

You were too horny to mind the pain, though. Nanami’s hand suddenly comes down on your ass as he slaps it, the impact ringing out into the surrounding quiet. 

Finally, you begin to feel his fingers hook around the only material hanging in between you and him before he stretches it out a bit and then lets go, letting your panties smack! against your puffy pussy lips and ripping a whimper out of your throat.

At the sound, Nanami swears he almost cums.

Which is exactly why he knew he couldn’t tease you much longer. So he hooks his fingers again and then lazily tears the fabric apart so that it could flutter off your throbbing body and leave you bare to his craving gaze.

“Fuck, look at you,” Nanami gasps as he takes his heavy length into his hand and angles the plump, welled tip in between your slick dribbling folds, “Such a mess for it already…”

You clasp your bottom lip in between your teeth and hate how he lets himself glide up instead of in, slipping past your cunt, catching against your clit for a second too fast for your cockdrunken brain to process, and then further up as if to… measure something?

Nanami tugs you back by your hips a little and once your ass is nice and flush with his sharp pelvis, he hooks his arm around you and then begins to feel around for where the length of his cock comes to a stop against you.

Chuckling, “Am I even going to fit in here?” He asks tauntingly. Following that rhetorical question up with an annoying groan of, “Ah, shit. That’s gonna be really deep, sweetheart. Can you take that?”

“I can,” You blurt out ever so sweetly.

Nanami scoffs, “You’re just greedy for some cock to fill you up, aren’t you?” He asks as if he didn’t already know the answer.

Which is why he’s anything but surprised at the way you murmur a delightful, “Y-Yes,” as if you weren’t too sure of your own words.

“And she agrees,” He mocks tenderly and then lets his dick travel back down to slap against your folds with one wet plap echoing into the forest air. “I bet you didn’t even try to hide properly, did you?”

“I did-,” You tried to answer him properly, you really did. But as that swollen cockhead of his begins to protrude past your syrupy entrance, your breath is tangled up in your throat. “Ohmygod…” You’re heaving into the tree.

“So wet-,” Nanami hisses in tandem with you, “Fuck, you wrap around me so gorgeously,” He whispers whilst leaning back a bit and letting his palms paw at your ass cheeks just to spread them apart and get a better look.

Your eyes quickly begin to kiss the back of your skull, nails clawing at the bark of the tree ahead of you because of how thick Nanami’s cock is. You think your legs are shaking a bit, but you can’t tell if that’s because of how indigent you were for this or because of how wide he’s stretching you.

It takes you a loong group of seconds to adjust to the sheer girth of his cock, in which Nanami attempts to go slow and cater to the clear twitch and overall stutter in your expression. His gaze switched back and forth between the way your pussy was swallowing up his slightly curving inches and the flashes of surprise to gorgeous pleasure across your face.

The slow, shallow grinding into your rather accepting cunt only lasts for so long until he physically can’t take it anymore.

That quickly ends with one blunt thrust, his unfairly fat tip smooching the hilt of your soaked pussy and hauling a heightened moan from deep within you. Then he’s keeping you perfectly still so that he can begin to bury himself in and out of your gooey cunt, slick dripping off from where you two met and tap, tap, tapping! against the poor crumbled leaves below.

“Mmgh… god, you’re a slut.” Nanami slurs half-drunkenly to you. He was losing his mind faster than he could comprehend, getting so utterly lost in the way you lulled his erection deeper inside your already-stuffed pussy each time he pried himself back. “Letting me fuck you in the middle of the woods like this,” He moans, fingertips now bruising the skin of your hips, “Just eager to be used, huhh?”

“Uhuh,” You drool, no longer caring about the rather debauched state of your ruined frame. “I... ah! Mmgh, I w-wanted this s’bad, Kento..”

He breaks out an all too pleased smile, hips stuttering against your ass now, “This was why you couldn’t sleep, wasn’t it?” He assumes, “You needed a stranger like me to-, hahh.. chase you through the woods ‘n stuff this poor, desperate lil’ hole of yours, yeahhh?”

You’re a delirious mess of all sorts now, nodding cockdrunkenly as he plows into you with loud, wet thrusts. “Y-Yeah, needed this… mmphf-, fuck!” You moan.

“Awh, you’re so sweet.” Nanami coos all of a sudden. 

Though the gentleness of his baritone voice gives you whiplash, considering how he shifts behind you and wraps a bulky arm around your neck unexpectedly. As he captures you in a headlock and pounds his pleasureful cock into you harder, leaving your legs quaking a little, Nanami decides to talk into your ear again with a whisper of,  “How’s it feel to be my sweet final girl?” that leaves you dazed.

“Final-, hnngh…” You’re somewhere through another orgasm now, having not even realized the mess you’ve begun to leave against his sloppy dick. Breathing past the pressure of muscle at the center of your throat, “F-Final girl?”

“Yes,” He murmurs softly as if it were no big deal. Your body was just jerking and bouncing with the way he roughly fucked you senselessly, carrying on this little conversation with such ease that it literally had your eyes crossing and your mind reduced to a mushy mess, “You know, the only person to survive a killer in those slasher movies,” Nanami explains.

“K-Kento!” You gasp out in response to that. This meant he really was that axe murderer all this time! Not that you had the time to digest that when he was too busy rearranging your very euphoric walls, “Hahh… those-, mmgh! Those articles, they-, ah.. they were all you?” You eventually manage.

Nanami tilts his head to the side and you miss the way he flashes a full, proud smile, “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you can figure that one out yourself.”

Sputtering, “Then why… mmpf-, f-fuck, why’re you letting me live?”

“Priorities, sweetheart,” The blond insists, thick strands of hair sticking to the crown of his forehead now. “I’m hoping if I fuck you hard enough you won’t tell anyone,” He admits, as if he couldn’t have gotten away with this whole thing without ever admitting anything to you.

And yet, your pussy was down there gushing all over him as soon as he revealed his “secret” to you. So, he felt as though you didn’t care too much about who he cut up in his free time, especially not now when you’re too busy taking his cock.

“But-, fuck…” Your body convulses a little and his head was churning against your sweet spot, leaving stringy cobwebs of cum against it as he held back the incoming load he was about to fill you with, “Kento, a-all those people-”

“Shhh, shh, I promise you they all got what was already coming to them,” He explains as if to soothe your moral worrying in the moment. Then he has the nerve to grunt and sharply halt the movement of his hips, using the arm around your throat to bend your body a little more as his cock spurts thick ropes of his seed into you as he pants, “You trust me, don’t you?”

Nodding, “U-Uhuh.” as he lazily pumps his cum deeper inside you, almost like he wanted to make sure it took.

Nanami snickers your agreement, “Aw, poor girl, she’s too stuffed to think straight anymore,” He points out smoothly, sliding his other hand down to rub over your clit and feel the way your body thrashes against his in overstimulation, “So what do you say, huh? You won’t tell anyone about me, right?” He asks anyway.

Your voice is a shaky stutter and you felt as though you couldn’t breathe, choking up on your own orgasm, “I-I’d never-, nngh.. snitch on you, Kento.” You claim stupidly.

To which Nanami rolls his eyes, “Wow, it really only takes some cock to have you trusting a complete stranger? Pathetic…”

A couple more energy-spent thrusts later and his length flops out of you, leaving your pussy leaking with his cum and the two of you panting heavily.

It takes a few moments for the both of you to gather yourselves, but neither of you really moves. You stay wrapped up in the rather endearing headlock he’s put you in, and he doesn’t seem like he plans to let you go at first.

Then, it’s slow but, he carefully unravels you out of his grasp, and you two lean forward against the poor tree that had to stand there and watch you two go at it like feral animals.

Nanami’s bare chest is rising and falling with slow, measured breaths against you, and you find it oddly peaceful now. Well, ignoring the filth of cum sliding down your thighs currently…

You eventually break the gathering of your breath with a playful murmur, “Sooooo,” The moment your breathy tone hit his ears, he knew exactly what you were about to ask. “You don’t uh, kill the people you fuck, riiiight?”

Nanami pauses, long and hard.

“Unfortunately for you, sweetheart,” He begins, just to give you one last scare, “I do.”

Gulp.

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"Ahh!! Itto! Itto-ooh! Mh! I-Itto!"

You whined as the Oni bounced you on his cock like you were weightless, watching in amusement as you cried in overstimulation. What was this, your ninth, tenth time cumming? You lost count. Itto never let you rest, not even for a second, bouncing you on his lap through every orgasm.

"Aww, you'r' so cute, love bug... Such a cute little cow, ain't ya'? Don't cry now, sweets, this is what ya' wanted, yeah? Only way I can tire you out, baby~"

Your master cooed, teasing you about being so restless. Oh, how you wished you could take everything back! No, you weren't bursting with energy like you said earlier, no, you couldn't go on forever - your legs were practically jelly at this point, your limp body completely at mercy to Itto.

He used you like a cocksleeve, dragged on his dick whenever he wanted and for however long he wanted - and you loved it. Life was good in the Arataki gang: you always had food, a place to sleep and protection provided to you, at all times. You also had a very tall, very strong and very handsome demon filling you up and breeding you almost daily, making sure your cushy womb was never empty.

The space where you connected was a mess. A glorious mess of both your and his juices seeping out of your hole, being fucked back in each time Itto would trust back. Just as every other day, your gummy walls pulsed around his length, making him shoot yet another load inside you.

"Fuck, baby... Makin' me lose my mind and shit..... So good.... Give me a little taste of that milk, will ya'?"

His large palms left your hips, greedily grabbing at the fat flesh of your boobs. As soon as he squeezed down just a tiny bit, a small stream of milk burst out, hitting Itto in the face. You were instantly mortified. Itto was your master, he saved you from certain death, and now you embarass him like this-

"I'm s-sorry Itto-! So sorry! Didn't mean to, I r-really didn't mean to!"

Instead of scolding you like you were sure any other owner would, the Oni burst out laughing. His laugh was like a roar, shaking his entire body - and with him, you as well.

"Hah, those jerks at the farm jus' didn't know how to milk ya', sweets, 'cause you look full of milk to me!"

It was true - even though you were sold to a slaughterhouse for failing to produce milk, you started leaking like crazy the moment Itto took you as his. That vet back at the farm you grow up on always said that you'd start producing milk if they paired you with a bull, and what better bull than a large, demon one?

Their loss, anyway. Now, all your milk belonged to Itto and his warm mouth, and not to some sketchy farmers who were only interested in selling it.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of his sharp fangs on your nips, greedily sucking at the flesh and gulping down the sweet drink. His dick twitched inside you as he continued feasting, your own arms tightening around his head to pull him closer.

The second he detached himself from your chest he thrust out harshly, in the process accidentally completely pushing you from his lap. Even though Itto was mighty and strong, he wasn't exactly the sharpest. There was a slight possibility that he was so occupied with whatever he was doing that he forgot you were on him.

You watched as he stood up, leaving you sitting on your knees on the ground. The Oni spit a bit of your milk on his palm, then using that same hand to roughly jerk his cock. It was more than obvious that milk was one of his kinks.

Oh, but why would he jerk off with milk as lube when you were right there...? On your knees, right next to him, ready and waiting and... Oh, Archons, were you not enough for him anymore..?

When Itto first saved you, the deal was that you'd stay in the Arataki gang until they found you a new home. However, Itto insisted they keep you, even proclaimed you as his own "pretty girl that no one can touch!" He kept you all to himself, fell asleep with you in his arms at night, brought you any awesome flowers he found, even took you on good, honest dates when he'd get a little Mora! He even acted on his demon urges and sunk his fangs into your neck, mating you!

But what if he didn't want to spend the rest of his life with a little, useless cow? What if that wasn't even enough for his sexual urges any more..?

"I-Itto..." You cry, big tears pooling up in the corners of even bigger eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

At the mention of his name the Oni turns to you, shocked to see you crying.

"Hey, hey, hey! Baby, what's wrong?!"

"Need you.... P-please..."

Not another word needed to be said. Itto immediately reacted, grabbing your soft, much smaller body and seating it once again on his lap, entering you in one swift trust until his tip was snuggly kissing your cervix.

"Shhh, sweets... Let your Oni take care of ya', hm? No need to cry! I thought you couldn't go on, love bug, that's why I stopped! But you really are a restless one, huh, calfie?"

You smiled warmely at the nickname as your head went fuzzy. You laid your pretty head on Arataki's chest - like always - and let him have complete control of how he fucks you.

Each one of his thrust was faster and more brutal than the last. Your pussy was already crying out, threatening to cum just from the first few thrusts. Itto noticed, pinching your puffy clit between his claws and rolling it around.

"OH, ITTO!" You scream in ecstasy, riding your high.

Your master wasn't going to be able to last much longer. With you bouncing on his cock the way you were and how your sweet little cunt was so tight that it was milking him dry, Itto lasted only a couple more thrusts.

"Hah... Haaah... Fuck, love bug... Really wanna milk me too, don't ya'? Ahh... Mmm.. Gonna breed you.. Hah... Gonna breed ya' so good, sweets.. You'll be all nice and full, and you'll get pregnant with my calfs, yeah? Put all that milk to good use, hm? Yeah, yeah!"

He started cumming as well, shooting rope after rope after rope of his sweet release inside you. You were filled to the rim, juices leaking out of your satisfied hole. Arataki didn't let any of it go to waste, his fingertips catching whatever's left and pushing it in.

As soon as you were filled, your hands reached for him, seeking comfort in his warm arms. Itto obliged instantly, carrying you like you were weightless, to the nearby camp they set up. Your master entered his tent, the biggest of the bunch, wrapping your body in a soft blanket and once again settling you in his arms.

"There ya' go, love bug. Comfy?" You nodded, which made Itto break out in a toothy grin. "Well, of course it is! The great numero uno Itto is at your service, baby, of course everything is awesome!"

You chuckled at the way he tooted his own horn, kissing his cheek and hiding your face in his large neck and shoulder.

"G'night, Itto.. Thank you..."

The Oni found your actions adorable, cooing at you: "Awww, sweets, no need to thank me! You know I always gocha. Thank you for being so good f' me, yeah? You're such a good, pretty little cow... I don't know how I got so lucky!"

He pressed a loving kiss on your forehead, caressing your legs with his large palm.

mindlessly, half expecting nothing, the barrage of photos and videos loaded. so this is where he kept everything he had of you? how adorable. caesar chuckled to herself at the occasional dumb photo of either you or him, there was a striking one of him in pigtails. his face was red with embarrassment, arms crossed and pouting like a fussy child, his hair in two short and choppy pigtails on each side of his head. that was surely a look. the next picture was a selfie of you and him with ice cream, he didn’t know he had a bit on his face while taking it.

the photos ranged from photos of you beaming next to an adorable kitten, to sultry photos you sent him late at night, pictures of you on his lap, images of you kissing him. okay, now she should put his phone down and pretend she never saw anything. nope, never touched it, didn’t look at all. the nagging voice in her head demanded she keep looking, intrigue getting the best of her. it was cute, she thought, what’s the harm?

the next swipes displayed a string of lewd photos back-to-back, some of you in a suggestive pose or kissing his neck.

oh my god.

oh. my. god.

she kicked herself internally for not putting his phone down earlier, nearly choking on her own spit. there it was, on his phone screen, a video of his dick right in front of your face. thankfully the volume was lowered, she pressed the side button a few times just in case, silencing it entirely. the video continued to play, your head in his lap as he sat on the edge of his bed, your body to the side as he held the phone down to capture the lewd sight at an entirely different angle. you slapped his shaft against your cheek a few times, giggling with amusement as his heavy cock made brief contact with your skin. after a few strokes, you ran your tongue down his length, making your way back up with a kiss to the tip. your tongue jutted back out to give a few more licks to the slit, licking up as much pre-cum as you could.

lighter’s free hand cupped your cheek, stroking the jawbone on the side of your face that you previously teased him with. his thumb then pulled the fat of your lip, bringing it down with a motion before letting it go. you eagerly swallowed his cock, only managing to take in a good few inches. lighter’s arm draped around your neck and shoulders, allowing you to suck his dick with no assistance. caesar looked around a few times, ensuring she was totally alone before upping the volume enough for only her to hear.

immediately, she could hear the lewd noises of your tongue and mouth working, your dominant hand stroking the base of his shaft as your lips managed the rest. lighter gave a few gentle praises, urging you further, his low groan ringing in her ears as you gagged trying to take more than you could handle. the video ended after you came up for a breath, stroking his cock as it rested by your cheek, your gaze loving and playful. it glistened with a thick sheen of spit.

with a shaky thumb, she swiped over to the next video. this one was filmed by you, angling the camera downwards enough. it looked like you two were in missionary, lighter on top of you. his voice could be heard, hand ungloved as it snaked down to stroke his cock a few times. he didn't have his jacket on anymore, either, sporting a shirtless look. his body was incredibly scarred, but his skin carried its own handsome charm. she could decipher the last few words he said, “— relax, i’ve got you. ‘kay?”

her eyes flicked down to you, as his hand moved to pull your underwear out of the way. he didn’t even bother taking them off, tucking them in the junction of your thigh and pussy. everything from the midriff down was exposed as you kept your legs spread open for him. your breathing was labored and shallow, likely from arousal. his hand tugged you closer to him, lining himself up with you. as he slid in, he pressed his hand onto the skin over your womb, applying a firm pressure. caesar could hear your cries, whiny and needy, his thumb immediately offering a semblance of comfort by dragging along your clit. his other hand grabbed the underside of your thigh, starting to pull out. his movements were loving and deliberate, attentive to your moans and shakes. your hands struggled to keep his phone stable as he picked up the pace, “you’re doing amazing, keep taking me.”

the video after was in a different position, his phone returned back to its original owner. the other hand held your arm back as he plowed into you from behind, face down and ass up. only your sobs of pleasure and the sound of skin against skin could be heard. his camera was angled perfectly to capture the unfiltered action, his cock sliding in and out of you with ample ease. with a grunt, he pulled your arm again, fucking into you with brutal thrusts. caesar never heard lighter curse that much in a few seconds, not even when he was seething with unbridled rage or injured and battered. “fuck, yeah, you like that? i know you do. goddamn tight, can’t live without this dick.”

the next video had another angle, his phone propped up against something presumably on his nightstand. lighter had both hands on your hips now, rocking your body back and forth as he dragged his hips in and out of your cunt. she could hear the bed frame below you two creaking and thudding against the wall. he was hunched over you, muttering in your ear between breaths, some words unsavory and vulgar, others sweet and encouraging. “need me? you need me to fuck you? you’re doing so good. you won’t let go of me, even if i tried to pull out.” his chest and abs were covered in sweat, locks dampened from the intensity. his lips trailed kisses from your ear, varying in intensity as they went down your neck. he nipped the skin, sucking it with feverish passion, biting your earlobe as he tugged at the hair above the nape of your neck. lighter pulled tightly, savoring your throaty mewl, “you love me? you love it when i fuck you? come for me. show me how much you love it.”

you muttered a few unintelligible words, grabbing at the sheets beneath you as your body shook with fervor, tears welling in your eyes with each helpless moan. lighter pulled harder, fingers intertwined deeply in your hair. in an instant, you trembled harder and cried out. wiggling your hips back and forth, seeking sensation to ride out your orgasm. lighter pulled your head back by the hair, spine arching as he pulled you up, knees still on the bed. you sobbed at the loss of his length inside you, suddenly feeling empty. lighter whispered in your ear, panting and flushed, stroking himself quickly. “that’s it, let me hear you, can’t help but come on my cock.”

with a final, deep stroke, lighter came on the lower part of your back right below the arch. your shoulder blades were flush against his chest. caesar paused the video, heat much more noticeable on her face and through her body. her cheeks were burning red, heart racing at the taboo of watching two people have sex. people she would argue she knows quite well. she closed out of his camera roll and put his phone down, turning it off.

the carnal lust in those videos she saw just couldn’t leave her. should she return his phone, or take a cold shower? should she leave it be, or mention she saw them having sex on his phone? no, no, nothing! don’t say a word at all. she didn’t see anything, she didn’t look through anything compromising. caesar sat in silence for a few more moments, processing what she had just discovered, jumping in her seat as lighter returned.

“hey, did you see my phone?” he approached her as she sat, his phone still in front of her on the table, “oh, there it is. thanks, boss.” lighter didn’t seem to notice her pale and clammy complexion, easily going about his business, unlocking it to send a text.

Two mirror selfies, one facing forward, one in which you stretched to show your back. In both, you wore nothing but a gorgeous lingerie set, shocking red in lace and satin, a bra and panties and a sinful little garter belt...

In an instant, Lighter's thoughts were spiralling with questions and perverted fantasies. Why on earth were you sending him that? Not that he was complaining - he'd imagined you without your clothes more times than he cared to admit, and this was somehow better than any of his daydreams. Did Knock-Knock send screenshot notifications? Were these photos an invitation? A single word from you and he'd be there - he could fuck you right in front of that mirror, watch the bounce of your pretty ass and the way he'd make your eyes roll at the same time. A quick search told him that no, Knock-Knock didn't send screenshot notifications. Two clicks and the images were in his camera roll, quick future access to his personal slice of heaven. Shit, the red of that lingerie was basically the same shade as his scarf. Had you done that on purpose? You'd look so good in just that set and the scarf around your neck. Or he could tie it around your wrists, keep your hands attached to the bed as he pounded you into the mattress. Fuck, he should probably respond. What was he meant to say? Should he tell you what he was thinking about? That he was imagining taking you from behind, those crimson panties pulled to the side, no way he'd take them off when you'd dressed up so pretty for him-

Y/N: HOLY SHIT WRONG PERSON I'M SO SORRY

Okay. Maybe not for him.

For the second time in as many minutes, you sent Lighter's thoughts spiralling. Who did you intend to send those photos to if not him? Not that he expected you to send him raunchy photos, but he didn't think you were seeing anyone. He liked to think you'd have told him, even if it wasn't serious. Had he overestimated how close you were? Or was there some other reason - did you not think he'd approve? Well, not that Lighter would truly approve of any partner that wasn't himself, but you didn't know that. As long as they treated you well, he would be happy for you. Did they not treat you well? The mere thought had him clenching his fists with the sudden desire to throttle someone. And the tent in his pants wasn't exactly helping him clear his head, especially when the beautiful cause for it was still on his screen. And the intended recipient of those photos was the nameless, faceless mystery he was in the mood to throttle.

Crap. He still hadn't responded to you. You probably thought he'd left you on read.

Y/N: i meant to ask lucy for advice on the set ur names are next to each other i'm so sorry again, u did not need to see that

Right. Lucy often gave you advice on clothes - on the times you joined him in the city, you were constantly texting her pictures of clothes you saw in shop windows, wondering if you should buy them. And it made sense - the fact he got a full view of your body between the two photos was just a heavenly side effect of you trying to show both sides of the set. This didn't mean there wasn't someone else in mind with the lingerie, but at least you hadn't meant to send those photos to some asshole who you couldn't even tell him about.

But, more pressingly, he still had to respond. You'd sent Lighter six messages now, and he'd opened them immediately and not said anything the whole time. Not even typing. Just staring at the photos of your boobs like the lovestruck, horny idiot he was. He told himself to get a grip.

He had to be chill about it. He could tell you were freaking out a little on the other end of the phone - he just had to let you know it was okay, that you hadn't made anything weird. Without any hints to the fact he was picturing every possible dirty scenario that involved you, him and that pretty lace.

you're all good, don't stress about it

Shit. That came out way too dismissive. He should have addressed the situation more. Or would that be weird? Lighter was struck by the realisation that, for maybe the first time ever, he had no idea what to say to you. Words always flowed with you, even when you had his heart thumping in his chest; conversation had always been as easy as breathing. Though, to be totally fair, this whole situation was making breathing a bit more difficult too.

Y/N: thank u T^T this is so embarrassing fr

The message had served its purpose, at least. The two of you could move on with your lives. But there was still that itch he couldn't scratch; the guilt of enjoying the accident so much without you knowing, coupled with a desperate feeling that an opportunity was passing him by.

Lighter's fingers were flying across the keyboard in an instant, lurid compliments backspaced and overcorrected with praise that was far too chaste for the situation, then back in the other direction. He couldn't exactly tell you that he was thinking about fucking you so hard you'd leave scratches down his back the same beautiful scarlet as your bra, but calling pictures like that 'cute' would probably be insulting. The respectful balance he was looking for seemed just out of reach.

Eventually, he settled on something, finger hovering over the send button a little too long until he muttered a quick "fuck it", sending the message before the inevitable panic could set in.

if it's not weird to say, you look gorgeous in it

bonus!!