đŧāŊŧ on some days when nanami is tired, he wants you to fuck him from on top
you straddle nanami slowly, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips as he lies back against the pillows, chest still rising and falling from the long day.
his hands settle heavy on your thighs, thumbs stroking lazy circles into your skin while his cock rests thick and flushed against his stomach, already leaking at the tip from how badly he needs this. you reach down and wrap your fingers around him, guiding the blunt head to your entrance, rubbing it back and forth through your slick folds until he groans low in his throat, eyes fluttering half shut. then you sink down, taking every inch in one smooth glide, the stretch burning so good that your breath catches and your walls flutter tight around him.
nanami lets out a deep sigh of relief, fingers flexing on your thighs as you bottom out and pause, fully seated with him buried to the hilt inside you. his body is warm and solid beneath you, muscles tense from work but finally starting to unwind as you begin to move. you rock your hips in slow, deliberate circles first, grinding your clit against his pelvis with every rotation, feeling the way his cock twitches deep in your cunt when you clench around him on purpose.
his hands slide up to grip your waist, not controlling but holding on like youre the only thing keeping him grounded right now, and his golden eyes stay locked on where your bodies join, watching himself disappear into you over and over.
you pick up the pace gradually, lifting until just the head of his cock catches at your entrance before dropping back down hard, the wet slap of skin echoing each time your ass meets his thighs.
âforever my girl,â he whispers, sweat starts to bead along nanamis collarbones and you lean forward, bracing your palms on his chest so you can ride him deeper, faster, angling your hips until his cock drags perfectly against that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. he groans your name, voice rough and tired, hips bucking up weakly to meet your rhythm because he wants you to use him completely. every thrust makes your breasts bounce and your breath come in short gasps, your slick coating his length and dripping down to soak his balls as you work yourself on him.
nanamis hands roam higher, cupping your breasts and rolling your nipples between his fingers while you keep bouncing, the pleasure building sharp and heavy in your core. you can feel him getting closer, his cock swelling thicker inside you, veins pulsing with every drag of your walls. he pulls you down harder against him, grinding up into you with what little energy he has left, chasing that edge until his whole body stiffens and he comes with a low broken moan, pulsing hot and deep as he fills you up.
you keep riding him through it, chasing your own release until it crashes over you too, cunt clenching rhythmically around his spent cock while waves of heat roll through your limbs. afterward you stay seated on him, both of you catching your breath in the quiet, his hands still stroking slow and soothing along your back as he softens inside you.
