𝒲𝒽𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝐻𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇

"I'm working, babe," he sighs out, fighting the urge to melt into your loving embrace, but you can see right through his act.

"But I need you, Kento," you whisper in his ear, your voice resembling a whine while your hands travel further down, caressing his sculpted body until you reach the forming bulge in his pants.

You can feel his muscles tense further and the way he clenches his jaw when you gently caress his half hard cock through his trousers. A smirk forms on your lips upon feeling the effects of your simple touch - yearning.

Nanami grabs your arm and pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling one of his thick thighs while your face rests mere inches from his. His eyes are cold when he looks at you, stern, judgmental.

"Move. You needed me so bad, then get what you want and let me finish this," he states calmly but there's a challenge in his tone. Challenging you to take from him what you want, what you need. He will give it to you, as he does with everything else.

Your hips get to move, slow, calculated moves that rub your aching cunt over his thigh, clad in the soft fabric of his suit pants.

Your head rests in the crook of his neck where you place small but needy kisses, your hips not stopping once.

It should be embarrassing, the way your arousal slowly dampens the fabric of his beige pants, leaving behind evidence of your desperation for him, yet he doesn't speak, doesn't touch - His eyes remain focused on the screen in front of him but his typing gets more aggressive, the wetter you get.

The moment you fall apart on his lap, moaning so softly into his ear, his laptop suddenly closes shut with a loud click. Strong arms wrap around your lower back to keep you grounded against him, but his hand gently wraps in your hair to make you look at him.

"I think I should take you to bed now, make sure you get what you deserve," his voice is calm again but you can now hear the desperation in his voice too, his pants drenched with your arousal but he didn't care about the mess. Not this time at least.

All he knew was that he should make sure you're properly taken care off, fucked until your legs no longer keep you on your feet, perhaps then he can finish his papers. Maybe he can make you keep him warm while he works? Let your cunt stay wrapped around his aching cock? Perhaps you could also put your bratty mouth to good use, thank him for everything he gives to you.