kento nanami fucks like a man starved ★
it was a fun fact when you had found out when you had run into him in a club.
you weren't supposed to see him, not really. you'd been kind of...ghosting him?
in your defence, nanami kento was a great guy. amazing. he was reliable, punctual, hard working, etc, etc. all great things. but he was also.. too careful.
you had first met him, ironically, in a bar. you'd wanted him when you laid eyes on him. he was so fucking sexy, broad back, sculpted face, that permanent frown.
he had you clenching your thighs in anticipation.
but nothing had happened. not that night, at least.
once you both exchanged numbers, you even managed to go on a date. surprisingly, the date was awkward. huge gaps of silence, lots of awkward glances, talking at the same time then just stopping.
it was not a good day, to put it delicately.
so you thought, well, maybe he's not all that. and decided to move on with your life, find a new guy - hopefully for one night, because you really needed to be dicked down tonight.
and so here you were, in a club. also, the last place you'd expect nanami to have been.
"oh, uh, hello.." you awkwardly greeted him, after having turned away from your friends and towards the bar, but coming face-to-face with him.
"hello," he nodded back, his face impassive. ugh, it was so hard to read this man.
you smiled at him, "so, uh, how have you been?"
"i," he hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "can i ask you something?"
"oh! yeah, go ahead," you nodded, unsure where this was going.
"did i.. do something wrong?"
your heart clenched. he looked so dejected, as if he was a puppy who just got kicked. how drunk was he?
"uh..." you trailed off, unsure what to say.
he looked at you a moment longer, waiting for a reply. when you said nothing, he sighed and turned forward, nursing his glass.
you felt so bad, but how were you supposed to tell him that you didn't think you were compatible with each other.
"i really," kento started, circling his finger around the rim of his glass, "really.... liked you."
you couldn't hear what he was mumbling, not over the sound of the music, so you leaned closer to him, "huh?"
his heartbeat sped up at your promixmity, an ncharactertistic shyness overtaking him, "i said.. i like you."
"kento, you gotta speak up, please," you pointed behind your back, "music's too loud."
"i said I LIKE YOU!" kento stuttered out, a furious blush dusting his angled jaw. he immediately puts his head in his hands and groans, presumably out of embarrassment.
a slow smirk stretches across your lips. "is that why you treated me like you wanted me to nip our relationship in the bud?"
kento face flushes, "what? what.. no.. when.." he looks around, his eyebrows coming together. "i.. i would never... to you.."
you couldn't help it, a giggle slipped past your lips as you finally ordered a drink, "well, you sure came off that way, kento."
he seemed to sober up, turning in his chair to fully face you, "please, forgive me," he looked pained, almost, as he continued, "i have no idea where i went wrong, but that is the absolute opposite message that i wanted to send. i... i really like you.."
butterflied erupted in your stomach. this was what you were dreaming and hoping for a few days ago after meeting kento.
but maybe it was a fireball that you'd had earlier, your already courageous personality was turning downright raunchy, "hmm, i don't know if i wanna forgive you," you grinned teasingly, "i'm not that easily convinced."
kento's face dropped just the tiniest bit, but this time you caught this. god, this was fun.
you wanted to see how he'd react, test the waters, you know?
you weren't expecting to see him slide off his barstool and kneel in front of yours, in front of everyone, to take your hands and press a kiss on the back of them, looking up at you with an expression that made you want to get on top of him and also let him devour you.
and that was how you both had found your ways to kento's pristine and beautiful apartment, with your skirt hiked around your waist and kento's thick cock bullying his way into your pussy.
"fuck- ngh- kento......" you panted, arms around his neck, reaching his muscular.
kento eased - tried to - his cock inside the tight ring of muscle, still struggling to slide in despite eating you out through two orgasms.
you were spent, head floating around in the clouds. his room, his sheets, everything smelled like him, like bergamot, musk, with slight hints of vetiver, barely concealing his natural scent.
it was driving you insane, engulfing your senses from every direction.
the feel of muscles of kento's arms flexing against your thighs, his mouth right next to your ear, grunting and moaning.
"you okay?" he pants, his breath hot next to your ear, "does it hurt?"
"n- ngh- no.." you raise your face and kento descends down, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss.
you can feel kento's cock throbbing inside of you, pulsing with need.
kento was still so.. cautious. careful.
your hand moved to grasp the hair on the back of his head, pulling his face away from yours.
"kento," you stared into his eyes, his face flushed with efforts of holding himself back, "fuck me."
that did it, kento shoved the remaining length inside of you, watching as your back arched off the bed, pressing into him as your mouth fell open in a silent gasp.
the voice in his head told him to slow down, to make sure he wasn't hurting you, or overstepping.
but his cock nestled deep inside your warmth, walls fluttering around him, squeezing him so tightly as if you didn't want to let go.
he clenched his teeth, jaw ticking as proof of holding himself back into fucking you into the mattress. "you..okay..?"
you nodded, "y-yes, harder- ngh!"
kento's hips started to piston in and out of you, as if they had a mind of their own. his cock hitting your deepest spots, bullying the wall of soft muscle that made you whine and grip him tighter.
he plunged down, connecting your lips in a sloppy, filthy kiss that was unbecoming of a man and woman of your station. spit dribbled down his mouth and into yours.
his hips thrusted into you with a frenzied sense of emergency, as if every time he pulled out it physically hurt him until he was sheathed inside you again.
hurried gasps that sounded like your name left his lips as he left wet kisses down your cheek, into your ear.
he pushed his tongue inside, swirling it around as he fucked you into the mattress.
"n- haa- kent- no! ugh.. hah.... yes..." a stream of incoherent and garbled words left you, mind going fuzzy with the overwhelming pleasure overtaking you.
his hand came up, tweaking your nipple with one hand as licked your other nipple, twirling it around in his mouth.
you held your neck up, looking down at him fondling your tits and you almost came undone. he looked so ..disheveled, improper, so fucking hot.
he hissed, feeling your walls tightening around him. his moments turned sloppy as he thrust in with urgency, aching to reach his own release.
he cupped your face, kissing you deep with his tongue claiming your insides, and you finally tipped over.
your orgasm hitting you fast, a wave of white flashing behind your eyes as the intense pleasure amplified tenfold as kento kept thrusting you with renewed vigor, your walls clamping around him harder than ever.
he came a moment later, hands gripping your ass in a way that was sure to bruise later, his cock pushed up into your deepest parts, kissing the head of your cervix.
his eyes were pulled shut and his jaw was taut as he held his breath, a shiver passing down his spine as he released the last few spurts inside you.
panting, you both looked into each other's eyes, coming down from the high together.
kento pulled out, hands smoothing your hair and pressed a kiss onto your eyelid, "be right with you."
he left, returning with a wet cloth that he used to wipe thoroughly, before climbing onto bed with you.
you woke up to the smell of pancakes, your mouth watering before you registered your whereabouts.
your belly warmed up as the memories of the previous nights flooded in, a satisfied smile stretching your lips as you nestled deeper into kento's sheet.
they looked like they'd been changed.
"you're up," kento's warm voice floated through the bedroom entrance. he entered, wearing a pink frilly apron and carrying a tray of food and coffee. "good morning."
"morning," you smiled sleepily at him, letting the comforter fall off your bare chest.
kento's cheek dusted with pink as he averted his eyes. cute.
"a.. are you sore?" he asked, his voice quiet, "hurt?"
"i just had the best orgasm of my life last night, kento."