liya ✰ .ᐟ

i think nanami is used to being pretty quiet in bed. he doesn’t want to sound like a caveman when he’s blowing your back out, you know?

but when he starts dating you… well, you have a voice kink, and quiet just won’t work for you.

you breathe his name in his ear, you beg for more when he pulls back, you cry out with your head thrown back when he makes you cum. and his ears blush pinker at the tips the louder you are.

one night, when he’s been gone for a mission for nearly a week and came back and literally fell to his knees for you, his hands gripping your thighs as he sinks inside, you don’t even realize you’re moaning as he stretches you out.

“shh, baby,” he whispers, his breath hitching as you clench around him. “don’t wanna wake the neighbors.”

“s-sorry,” you whisper back breathlessly. “j-just— feels so good— don’t i make you feel good ken?”

he lets out a little chuckle, tucking his head in the crook of your neck as he starts slowly thrusting, pausing at the end so the tip of his thick cock can grind against your g-spot before he pulls back again. “of course you do, sweetheart. isn’t it obvious?”

you pout a little, though the expression is interrupted twice as your lips drop open in pleasure. “no it — nghh — it’s not. you don’t even moan when you’re inside me.” and despite the playful tone, there’s a slight edge of true hurt and insecurity.

he pulls back to look at you, hazel eyes searching your face and watching your expression start to crumple as pleasure starts to burn hotter inside you. “you really think i don’t enjoy this?”

“n-no, but—“

he cuts you off, leaning in until his lips are pressed right against your ear. the low sound of his voice, his breath on your back, his body on top of yours as he continues fucking you; it all makes you gasp, arching up into him. “you need me to make noise? need me to tell you how much i love this pussy, hm? how good it feels when you grip me — haa — that tightly?”

and for the very first time, nanami lets his moans fall from his lips right in your ear.

it’s insanely erotic, his voice only meant for you as he spills all the dirty thoughts he had of you while he was gone. how he couldn’t wait to stuff you full. how he’s going to wake you with his mouth in the morning just to have the taste on his tongue.

and as his pleasure crests like a wave, his voice pitches to a low rasp, his moans gravelly, almost pained as he fights off his impending orgasm.

“this cock is yours, baby,” he pants in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “you’ve earned it.”

you stare up at him in awe, and when he cums, his voice, breathless with pleasure as he moans sends you over the edge as well.

a/n: if he moaned in my ear i would not rest until i merged with him like a symbiote. like he would never escape me.

jax hates when you’re pissed at him. when you give him the cold shoulder—eyes sharp, words short. he hates even more how often he happens to piss you off. it’s happened so many times now, in fact, that he knows exactly how to handle it. his hands are already on your hips when you roll your eyes the second time and when you open your mouth to bitch at him some more—his mouth is already on yours. tongue swirling around your mouth like it’s his own.

and when you try pushing him away—his hands are wrapped around your wrists by the time you blink, pushing your arms above your head as he pins you against the door.

“you done bein’ a brat?” he breathes, nose brushing yours, breath hot and heavy from the kiss.

you glare. you don’t answer. you won’t give him the satisfaction. he grins—fucking grins—like you not answering is all the answer he needs. “mm. didn’t think so.”

his knee comes up between your thighs, spreading your legs wider against the door. he’s already rutting his hips against yours, slow and deliberate—just enough friction to make your eyes flutter shut for a second before you remember you’re mad.

“you’re such an ass,” you hiss.

“yeah?” he smirks. “but you love this ass. and you’re fuckin’ soaked already, baby. don’t lie.”

you want to slap him. or fuck him. maybe both. especially when he leans in again—voice all low and smug at your ear,

“wanna keep pretendin’ you’re mad? or you gonna be a good girl and let me make it up to you?”

his hand is already sliding under your shirt. you don’t stop him.

you never do.

not when he touches you like this. not when he knows you like this. not when he kisses the apology into your skin instead of saying it out loud—tongue and teeth and hands gripping your thighs like he’s never letting go.

☆ NSFW (18+) ☆ thinking abt riding nanamin's face (+ his dih) :3

“sit—”, you felt the air part before nanami kento's hand hit your left asscheek hard, “down.”

you had a leg on either side of his head, fingers holding onto the headboard of your bed frame.

“i don’t knowwww!” the only light in your room was coming from the floor lamp, orange glow painting your body in a warm hue, large palms smoothing up and down your upper thighs.

you looked down at him, blond strands splayed out flat against his forehead, brown eyes almost turned black.

“i didn’t ask what you know.” he let his hands move over the swell of your ass, soft press of his fingers making you melt into his touch. “i told you to sit down.”

he didn’t have to convince you any further, letting his hands pull you down onto his face—muffled groan leaving his lips as he licked a stripe from the bottom all the way up to the top of your pussy.

you let him form his own pace, using the leverage you gained from your hands on the headboard to slowly move against his mouth, his hands settling at your hips to guide your movements.

“r-right there!” his tongue was just prodding and teasing at your entrance, walls fluttering around nothing as he just kept fucking teasing you.

you could feel the way his lips were stretched into a smile at the sharp whimpers that were falling from your lips, a hand moving down from your hip to scissor inside of your walls—curling the thick girth of his two digits to tickle over your sweetspot.

“wait, wait!”

he moved you down a little so he could speak, an eye cracking open in mild annoyance.

“i wanna feel you.”

“you are—”

you pouted. he rolled his eyes, with more amusement than irritation.

“go on then.”

and as gracefully as you could, you scooted yourself down, moving to paw at the waistband of his trousers, hand wrapped tight around his length.

“…mmhmmm, love this cock.”

you moved your head down to press a kiss onto his flushed tip, instinctually letting your tongue move out to lick up the couple drops of pre—eyes darting to see how his hands tangled in your bedsheets.