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nanami + aftercare

nanami waits until your breathing slows a bit before he shifts.

of course - not all at once, just enough to reach the glass of water on the nightstand, careful not to jostle you when you’re still in that half-floaty, half-here state.

the mattress dips a little under his weight, his arm stays wrapped around you the whole time: firm at your waist so you don’t feel like you’re drifting off him.

he brings the glass back, sits up a fraction so your spine is supported against his chest, and places it in your hands.

your fingers close around it - then wobble, he notices immediately.

“…alright,” he murmurs.

his hand comes over yours immediately - steady, long, fingers wrapping around the glass with you - when that’s still not enough, he takes over entirely, lifting it slowly, angling the rim gently to your lips.

“here, sweetheart.” he says quietly. “tell me when to stop.”

you drink in small sips, he pauses exactly when you need a breath, lowers it a fraction when your throat tightens - then raises it again (only when you give an approving nod).

when you’re done, he sets it aside, moving it far enough away that you won’t knock it over later accidentally.

“good,” he says softly, reassuring - then, he reaches for the cloth.

he dips it into the bowl of lukewarm water on the nightstand - after all, when is nanami kento ever not prepared? he wrings it out carefully, tests the temperature against his wrist before bringing it to your bare skin.

“not too warm,” he murmurs.

NEVER BEEN VANILLA, HONEY

In which, Nanami comes home to you in lingerie.

Lazing on your stomach on the floral bedsheets, you waited patiently for your husband to come home and see the little surprise you had prepared for him. You bought lingerie the other day, too excited to wait until night to show it off—you decided that this would do as a present for his latest promotion.

The aforementioned lingerie was lacy and pink, bows adorned the outer lace. You admired it in the mirror for a while, unsure if Nanami would tear it off or not. Hopefully not, you'd like to savour this piece.

Nanami unlocked the front door, the toasty heat of the inside of your shared home a welcome reprieve from the chilly air outside. His sweet wife was awfully silent this evening, not rushing to give him a welcome home kiss as you usually would. An eyebrow raiser, for sure.

First, Nanami checked the kitchen—no luck, then the living room. You must be in the bedroom, then. He took every step with caution, careful not to wake you if you were asleep. Ah, the bedroom door was slightly ajar. Thinking nothing of it, Nanami peered inside, there you were. You had your nose in a book, paying no attention to your poor husband standing in the door frame—eyes wide and jaw open.

Eventually, which felt painfully long, you noticed him. You looked back at him past your shoulder, a knowing smile on your face. "Welcome home, Ken." Your voice was saccharine, matching the lingerie you had on. He would've asked if you were cold, if he wasn't so aroused right now. You leaned back on your elbows, lazily spreading your legs with a coy smile.

Nanami's underwear and slacks dropped down with a single pull, the sight making your cunt gush. "Were you waiting all day for me, honey?" He breathes, pulling you into his lap. He made sure you were settled before turning to the mirror in front of you both.

"You see how sexy you look right now, hmm?" He whispers, playing with the pale fabric. A blush covered your cheeks, suddenly making you a little insecure at the attention. You were sure you'd be prepared for anything he might do, but this wasn't on your list. "So gorgeous, sweetheart. Only for me." His words were getting you embarrassingly wet.

Nanami peppered kisses on your shoulders, calloused hands trailing over your body gently, all the meanwhile sneaking glances at the mirror. It was feeling more and more like worship. Nanami rubbed his thumb on the soaked fabric of your panties, earning him a shiver out of you. "Kento—hah," you whined.

Nanami removed the lingerie, murmuring praise into your ear as he did so. Now, all of the layers separating you both are discarded on the floor. His fingers find your weeping cunt, circling your clit, you closed your eyes from the long-awaited pleasure, soaking it all up. "Look how wet you are," he chuckled.

Your eyelids flew open as he started to stretch you open on his fingers, the heel of his palm rubbing against a spot that made your toes curl, "Right there, baby, yes!" You keen out desperately, your moans fluctuating around the bedroom.

Two orgasms out of you later, he finally lets you have his cock. Nanami rubs his tip over your slit, catching against your swollen clit occasionally. Nanami gives you a chaste kiss on the forehead before he pushes his length into you, your pussy sucking him up immediately, his cock pushing up the wrinkles in your vagina. The sensation overwhelming, you find tears threatening to spill with the immense pleasure you're receiving. Nanami cups your cheeks with two hands, kissing your tears away, "You take me so well, sweetheart. Keep going," Nanami leaning forward pushed his cock further into you—his tip french-kissing your cervix repeatedly. "Ken, I'm so close!" You mewl, taking his length even as your muscles ached.

Your breasts bounced with every movement, the bed creaking loudly in your ears, white-hot pleasure burst behind your eyelids—leaving your legs shaking as you wrapped them around Nanami as tightly as you could manage. You gazed up at him as he was reaching his climax too, he kissed you sloppily, you could taste yourself in the kiss, sweet, you thought. Nanami's seed spurted into your womb, making you tingle all over. "I love you," he repeated like a mantra as he did so.

In which you have bad luck and always break something around the house. Good thing, your husband, Toji, is skilled with his cock hands ;)

“I broke it again, Toji…I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened!”

“I’ll handle it, doll,” he says, rustling up your hair to show you he’s not mad. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

Toji hates when you even suggest calling someone in to fix anything in your home. He scoffs and says things like: “We don’t need a fucking plumber for the shower; I got it,” “their call-out fees are daylight robbery. What are we, some shmucks?”, and “If I see another man in our home, sniffing around, you’re gonna find yourself tied up and with a sore ass.”

So, it’s hardly a surprise to find him lying on his back in the kitchen, head stuffed under the sink you somehow broke that morning, as he fixes the leak himself. Afraid to get his clothes wet and dirty, he’s foregone a shirt — broad chest and shoulders begging to have your nails leaving a mark, rideable abs on display, and a happy trail disappearing under the band of his Calvin Klein boxers with his washed-out jeans riding low. 

Just one glance and you’re positively soaked.

When he feels your hands running up and down his body as a greeting, he grunts in surprise. “How was brunch with the girls? Sharon leave her bum ass boyfriend yet?”

You hum, unzipping him to hurriedly free his semi out of the tight confines; he always reacts so quickly to you. “No, but she promises she will soon though.”

Toji snorts, still tinkering and doing absolutely nothing to stop you from rubbing his fat cock to full mast — he’s a firm believer in letting his gorgeous wife use him whenever she wants. A real man’s always ready, he says. Sinking down on his entire, jaw-dropping length is easy when you were sent off to brunch freshly fucked and hadn’t stopped thinking about having more since. “She’s hopeless —ngh fuck, doll, go slow, ‘m doing something here.”

“Sorry Toji…you just looked so good being so helpful. Couldn’t -hah- help myself.”

He bucks his hips up, bulbous cockhead pressing on your g-spot on its way to kiss your cervix. You nearly scream, having to steady yourself on his tense abdomen. “Don’t gotta -mm shit, always so fucking tight- a-apologise. Ever. D’ya hear me, woman? Love your needy fucking pussy. Go on, ride me. Show me how much you missed me.”

“Yes, yes, fuck! Oh god, I’m sorry Toji — ‘m always -hic- breaking things.” No cock has ever made you tear up and drool and cream so disgustingly. Only his. It's fucking magical. 

Tools set down, he slides out, intent on watching that lewd expression overtake your face. Toji runs his tongue over his scar, staring right at where you’re obscenely connected to him, nothing short of obsessed with the way your pussy stretches to take him. 

Chuckling, he grabs your hips and drags you up and down his cock like you’re nothing more than a squelching pocket pussy and says with a smirk,

“Go ahead and break the whole damn house, ma — your husband’s got it sorted.”

moaned and creamed when i saw this 😩

you’re always so clingy with toji.

everywhere.

always clinging to his arm when you’re out grabbing groceries, tangling your legs with his on the couch during movie nights, even pressing your cheek to his broad back while he cooks dinner with your hands caressing his abs.

he acts all gruff about it sometimes, muttering something like “c’mon, doll, gimme some space,” but the subtle smirk tugging at his lips gives him away every time.

he loves it.

especially when he’s got you folded in half under him, quivering thighs pinned to your chest, his thick cock splitting your poor pussy open while you cling to him like he’s the only thing keeping you on earth.

tonight’s not different. you’d been pawing at him all evening, whining into his neck about how much you missed him, even though he’d been right there.

your clinginess somehow made him snap. made him want to pound you into the sheets so you can cling to him all you want while he abuses your poor cunny.

now you’re on the bed, getting dicked down by your boyfriend like some useless fuckdoll. just laying there and taking his dick like a champ like you always do.

you dig your nails into the wide expanse of his back, legs trembling uselessly around his snapping hips, heels digging into the meat of his ass every time he bottoms out.

the mattress dips deep under his weight— he’s putting every heavy pound of his muscle on you, crushing you into the sheets so you can’t squirm away even if you wanted to.

“tojii— s’too deep, mmnghh... s’full...!” you sob into his neck, your voice broken, tears streaking down your flushed cheeks.

toji groans lowly, hips snapping forward harder just to feel you flutter around him. the fat tip of his cock kisses your cervix over and over, bullying that spot until your tummy bulges visibly with every deep thrust.

“yeah? too big f’my baby?” he coos, lips brushing your tear-soaked cheek before his tongue darts out to lick the salty tracks away. “but look at you… takin’ every fuckin’ inch like you were made for it. greedy little cunt’s suckin’ me right back in.”

you whine louder, arms tightening around his, fingers tangling in the dark hair at his nape. your whole body shake— your legs trembling, pussy creaming so messily around his shaft that wet squelches fill the room along with the sound of the skin slapping against skin.

he shifts his weight slightly, presses down heavier until you’re gasping for air, presses your thighs against your shoulders and fold you into a tight mating press and proceeds to pound you into the mattress. hard and fast.

“oh my— mnnghhh...!” you wail.

“fuuuck, that’s it… that’s a good girl. just hold on to me while i fuck this tight pussy stupid.” he gave you another brutal thrust and your legs shook violently. your eyes crossing, drool escaping your slack mouth as he fucks your brains out.

he lean down and crashes his mouth to yours in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. your tongues sliding together, spit stringing between your lips when he pulls back just to watch your pretty face twist in pleasure.

“yeah? my baby loves it when i fuck her like this?” he murmurs against your swollen mouth, his hips never slowing. “love gettin’ stuffed full, hm? love clingin’ to me while i fuck her dumb?”

“y-yes... love it, daddy! i love you— don’t stop—!”

he chuckles, then slams in so deep you scream. your nails rake down his back hard enough to leave marks. he doesn’t care. just keeps fucking you, hugging you down onto the bed as he completely violates your pussy.

you can feel his cock throbbing inside your spasming walls. “g’nna cum again f’me, baby? yeah c’mon… cream on this dick one more time. show daddy how much you need him.”

and you do. you cum around him with a wail, your pussy clamping down so tight he hisses through his teeth. he fucks you through it until he reaches his release. thick ropes of cum painting your insides while he grinds deep, making sure every drop stays right where it belongs.

he doesn’t pull out right away. he stays buried, his cock softening inside you, letting you cling to him like always. your arms stay locked around his neck, face tucked into the crook of his shoulder, legs still shaking around his waist.

he presses the softest kiss to your temple, his voice low and fond now.

“my needy little thing… never lettin’ go, huh?”

you just hum, still quivering, nuzzling closer.

he smiles against your hair. he wouldn’t have it any other way.