♡ Mist ♡

nanami kento shutting you the fuck up with just a few of his long, possessive fingers inside of your whining mouth. they’re easily hooked within the soft inner corner of your cheek, slick rivulets of drool spilling down his veined hand.

“that’s all you fucking need, huh?” another hand smooths down the depraved arch of your spine, pressing you deeper. “a couple fingers to quiet that pretty little mouth?”

a delirious sound suspended somewhere between shock and unwitting pleasure escapes your occupied maw at his brashness. you love when he gets like this and god, does he know it. he can feel it in desperate rut of your hips, the way you’re pushing back on his cock, chasing it.

he can hear it in the catch of your breath as your pant around his digits—low, gurgled moans of rapture spilling past your parted lips as you succumb the feeling of everything him.

“you love it, don’t you?” he hums, pulling your limp frame upright to hold you to him, pressing himself against your body, his hips dizzying. “yeah? when i stuff every one of these messy holes for you?”

the throb of his cock is almost painful when you nod to him, choking on your own tongue, pretty eyes watering and threatening to cross like a whore. oh, he loves that. maybe even more than you do; a deep moan is lost within the crook of your neck, flaxen wisps of stray hair tickling your skin.

with his chest pressed to your backside, beaded like adhesive with sweat, he slips his fingers a little deeper. he anchors his hand there, the pads of his digits brushing the base of your tongue as he draws your head back, back, back, forcing it against his left shoulder.

you can’t help but to tighten around him, aroused beyond comprehension at the way your husband has claimed your body. a dopey little smile graces your face, and nanami thinks he just might cum when your eyes flitter shut, sweet, saccharine moans tumbling out of you.

“gaaah—i wish you could see yourself,” it’s strained, his lips so close that you can’t miss the inflection of arousal that seeps through his tone.

his eyes flit from gape of your mouth to your glistening irises. “my pretty girl, huh?”

you nod your dazed head as best as you can beneath his grasp.