NSFW (18+)
it was nasty, sheets pulled out from where they had once been neatly tucked in—soft skin dusted with a light sheen of perspiration, head drooping down slightly with each brush of nanami kento's slightly curved length against that gooey spot in your walls making you shudder underneath him.
it'd been what, almost two hours since you'd started, not sure how your body still had enough moisture to be soaked both inside and out, having been flipped from front to back and licked and nipped at from head to toe.
he had you on all fours, knees trembling slightly after a particularly low dip in your stomach. you were struggling to properly keep your head up, moments away from slumping forward completely when the corded muscle of his forearm moved round your side to allow his hand to cup your jaw, right under your neck. his touch was light yet strong enough to tip your head back, easing the tension that had been building in your neck.
his other hand tightened its hold on your waist, voice raspy against the shell of your ear. "just one more for me, okay? you can do that for me, i know you can."
"y-y're just so deeeeep," you groaned, hips moving back anyway, soft plap plap plap each time his hips met your own gradually increasing in speed.
"nothing you haven't done before." he murmured and gently he turned you over, your back now against the mattress and he was still buried up to the hilt inside of you, honey-brown eyes lazy and lidded as he pressed against the lower pudge of your belly.
"you feel me all the way up here?" he pressed a little harder, lips curving up in a small smile at the way you squirmed underneath him.
"does it feel good?"
his hand snaked back up to your throat, hand just resting over the exposed flesh.
you nodded, lashes fluttering against your cheeks. "soooooo good."
and he chuckled, low rumble vibrating in his chest—hand moving up to squish your cheeks into a soft pout.
"you are so cute like this."
and that's how you knew you looked awful—mascara clinging to your lower lashes, flyaway hairs stuck to the sides of your face, sliver of drool crusting at your chin.
you clenched your jaw when you felt that dip in your stomach, instincitvally moving to inch away from him, but his grip on your waist was tight, pinning you flat against the mattress.
"breathe honey." he reminded you, rubbing soothing circles into the curve of your side. "don't run from it. let me take care of you."














