— LIKE A WHOLE CONSTELLATION.
nanami kento x f!reader
summary. you never imagined your hunch about your boyfriend’s taste would lead to this.
tags. established relationship, sock/stocking fetish, foot fetish, foot job, nanami is a freak, dom/sub undertones, readers feet are regarded as small but no size specified nanami just has a slight size kink, daddy kink, come eating (sort of)
note. for @thetempleofnyx & @dearestgojo 🫶🏽 this is so cursed i'm so sorry fhfisf. title from nasty by ariana grande.
wc. 2.5k+
It had started innocently enough, in your opinion. Kento is an attentive boyfriend, the most you’ve ever had, so you didn’t think much of it at first. He liked spoiling you—his love—in any way that he could.
When he began paying for your nail appointments, you raised yourself on freshly painted toes to pepper sweet kisses over his face. It made you giddy to show off your pretty nails for him, especially when it was a color that he had chosen for you. He preferred soft pastels on you, telling you how lovely the delicate shade looked against your skin. That time, he had knelt down as you sat on the edge of the bed to inspect the fresh set closely, gently wrapping a big hand over your ankle.
Kento placed a chaste kiss over the top of your foot. Your toes had curled instinctively, unknowingly causing arousal to pool in his gut. Cute. Still, he did nothing more than rubbing a thumb over the ghost of his kiss. “This is perhaps my favorite color for you. I should get you some new heels to go with it, hm?”
Absolutely thrilled at the promise of new shoes—meaning a shopping spree all paid for by your hard working boyfriend—you thought nothing of it. Kento was a gentleman through and through, down to his very core. Him getting down to remove and place all of the shoes you tried on was just another act of chivalry from him.
Back then, you hadn’t thought about how thrilling it was for him to see a sweet color on your pretty toes that he chose and paid for while wearing heels also paid for by him.
He had been more aggressive that night, hands pressing against your soft flesh as he rammed his hips deep inside of your cunt. Back arched and ankles on his shoulders, you were too blissed out to notice him turning and groaning into your foot, completely intoxicated.
Next was the massages. Even then, you hadn’t blinked twice when Kento insisted on giving you a foot massage when you emerged from your night shower. Walking the streets of Tokyo in your work heels left your feet aching and sore, so you thought your boyfriend was an angel to relieve some of the pain. Watching your favorite dramas and sipping on merlot, you weren’t aware of the soft moans that escaped your lips when Kento’s thumbs kneaded on particular parts of your foot. It just felt good to have that tension eased and mind a little fuzzy with wine.
Fuzzy like the lavender socks you wear at home. It felt wrong to find your cute socks so arousing, but Kento couldn’t help it. They were all endearing in various colors and fun prints. Then there were the stockings and thigh high socks that accentuated the pretty arch of your foot, making him imagine it curled over his—
Kento cleared his throat, muscled thighs spreading apart as blood began to rush down. “Feels better, love?”
“Hm?” you peeled your eyes away from the lover interest on tv making a fool of himself. It’s then that you realized your feet no longer ached from the stress of the day. Unknowingly pushing your boyfriend's limits, you wiggled your toes cutely. “Yeah, so much better, actually! Thanks, sweetheart. Want another glass?”
Feeling hot in his own skin, Kento tersely nodded. His jaw clenched until he willed his arousal to dissipate, which was difficult when your socked feet were still perched over his thighs.
Much like now. Those instances were the first of many, and it took you some time to notice a pattern and the changes in your boyfriend. Once you took notice, you began to test out your hunch that had felt far-fetched at first, but soon became apparent.
Kento had a foot fetish. Your boyfriend had a foot fetish and became aroused by your feet. Not only your feet, but your socks, stockings, and tights as well. Even the dainty toe rings you experimentally bought had him pressing you up against the elevator, too impatient to wait until you were home.
It felt perverted and depraved—words you wouldn’t use to describe Nanami Kento. But when you thought about it, it was fitting considering how lewd he can be beneath his composed exterior. It’s what you loved about him, how well he hid his freakish thoughts. Only you were privy to his desires and you’d do almost anything to indulge him.
Determined as ever, you hadn’t expected it all to play out the way it did. It wasn’t perfectly planned out on a romantic night with you dressed in brand new lingerie and stockings. You weren’t temptingly laid out for Kento on your king sized bed with sweet scented candles lit around the room.
Through the balcony door, the living room was bathed in an orange glow as the sun began to dip below the horizon. It was cracked open slightly, and the fresh autumn breeze had you rubbing your legs together. You two were settled on the couch in a way you often did, with Kento on one end and you on the other. He was sitting with his back against the couch facing forward, book in hand, while you sat horizontal, knees bent and feet over his lap.
You were scrolling on your phone, stretching your legs every now and then, pushing Kento further and further until he was reading the same sentence over and over. Giving up, he glanced down with a clenched jaw at your legs. The weather was finally transitioning away from the heat of the summer into cool autumn, so you were wearing a short cream colored thick sweater dress paired with matching socks that ended inches above your knees.
The hem of your dress had risen up with your movements, exposing more of your plush thighs that Kento wanted to bite into. But his eyes were fixed on your feet, the thin fabric of your socks accentuating the pretty shape. Preoccupied with whatever you were watching, you continued to rub against his thighs, inching higher and closer to his hardening cock. This time, Kento made no attempt to stop himself from fully hardening.
He’d had enough. Intoxicated by your small feet right over his lap, covered in long soft cream socks, he wanted nothing more but to give in to his pleasure.
Setting his book aside, he let out a low sigh as your heel began brushing over his cock. He was fully hard now and you immediately halted your movements when you felt the familiar thickness of his cock. Your mouth opened in a gasp.
“What—”
“Don’t stop.”
His deep voice cut through the quiet twilight air. The only other sound was your phone plopping against the couch, having slipped from your fingers in your shock.
Still, you stared in disbelief at what was right in front of you. The bulge of Kento’s meaty cock was right beneath the soles of your feet, hot and heavy. Had he really gotten fully hard just from this? The thought was surprisingly thrilling.
“K-Kento? Are you sure that—”
Kento clicked his tongue in disapproval. “My love, don’t make me repeat myself.”
The authority in his voice was sharp and deep; it left no room for disobedience. It was an order despite the fact that his voice never raised from its usual low resonance. Kento never had to yell or curse to get his point across—it’s one of the things you found most attractive about him. It made you docile and eager to please.
Settling into that comforting space where you placed all of your trust in the man across from you, you nodded. Biting your lip, you resumed your movements, pressing your soft soles over your boyfriend's bulge. The fabric was thin enough that you felt how big he was so acutely, heavy cock hidden beneath the wool blend of his slacks and the soft cotton of his boxer briefs. You curled your toes slightly, thinking maybe you’d have a better grip, when Kento suddenly groans roughly.
He’s unbuttoning the first two buttons of his linen shirt with one hand while the other rests possessive over your thigh. Raising his hips ever so slightly, he keeps his gaze fixed on your pretty feet massaging his cock.
“Keep going.” he says, licking his lips as he watches intently. Those chocolate brown eyes you love have grown hazy with need. You nod dumbly, even though he’s not looking at you and put more force down on your feet. Spreading your toe, you make your way down to where the head of his cock has begun leaking through the fabric. “That’s it, love. Just like that, keep going.”
The perversion of it all makes your cunt pulse with need. By the time that Kento orders you to stop, you’re sure that your underwear is soaked with your juices. You pull back slightly, unsure of what happens next, but then your boyfriend begins undoing his belt. It’s slow and methodical as usual despite the fact that his chest is heaving slightly, the handmade leather sliding through the loops of his slacks—and you know exactly how that belt feels slapping lightly against the bare skin of your ass and back of your thighs—before being placed on the side table beside him.
You’re becoming needier by the second, reaching down to play with your pussy as he’s unbuttoning his pants. Watching his large hands pull down the zipper, you run your index finger along your underwear. You’re much wetter than expected, the fabric sliding easily over your drooling cunt, making you whimper.
“Let me see it, angel.”
With a breathy gasp, you spread your knees apart for Kento, giving him a full view of you sliding your panties to the side and revealing that sweet cunt to him. His lips quirk up slightly, unable to resist the temptation of reaching over to rub a thumb along your folds, gathering your juices before bringing the digit to his tongue.
Humming low in his throat, Kento leans over to give you a quick kiss. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”
Your lip juts out slightly in a pout at the confession. “You should’ve told me, Kento. Why didn’t you?”
He sighs, pulling back to his previous position. “I wasn’t sure how to approach it. It’s—deviant. I know that, and didn’t wish to burden you in case it made you uncomfortable.”
“But we just…this just happened.”
“I know,” he closes his eyes, as if he’s done something unforgivable. Even so, he makes no move to stop what’s happening. “I lost judgment, I couldn’t control myself. You’re…very irresistible.”
Playfully toeing along along his thighs, right by his leaking cock but never touching it,
the smile you grace him with is dangerous. “So, you liked the toe rings then? Ruby is your birthstone, y’know. I got that one just for you, daddy.”
You see the moment it dawns on him that you knew on some level. His pupils have dilated, merely a brown ring. That’s when you use your toe to tug on the elastic of his boxer briefs.
“I’ll make you feel so good,” you murmur, coyly peering up at him through your lashes. “Let me show you, please?”
Things were heading in this direction, but you know how Kento goes crazy for obedience and a sweet plea from you. Breathing out through his nose and jaw clenched tight, Kento slides his slacks and briefs down to mid thigh.
His dick stands upright, almost slapping against the trail of trimmed blonde hairs below his navel. It’s flushed a dark pink, the fat tip leaking precome down the long shaft. Kento takes care of himself very well, so he not only looks good but also tastes good—better than any other man you’ve been with.
As impatient as you are to touch him, you wait for Kento’s cue to do so; a mere flick of his wrist. He doesn’t verbally reward you when you listen, but the grunt he lets out at your feet touching his bare cock is reward enough. The feel of the ridges and veins along his dick feel strange beneath the soles of your feet and the thought alone makes you feel hot.
It feels brand new to explore his cock this way, completely different than mouthing at it, grasping it in your fist, or rubbing your cunt along it. You press your heel against his big heavy balls, rubbing hard the way he likes before sliding your foot down to press your toes against them. Kento’s hips slightly cant up against your foot, desperate in a way you rarely see from him.
His tip is drooling now, catching against the cotton of your socks. Kento sighs when your toes wiggle at the sudden dampness, transfixed as you search for a rhythm. It’s better than he ever imagined, all those times he got himself off in the shower at the thought of your feet. Your cute toes, the pretty arch, and those soft heels he wanted to bite into.
It’s disgusting and he fucking loves it.
“Get me off with them,” he pants out, voice raspy and hoarse and driven wild with lust. “Do it until I come all over those pretty feet, princess.”
And then you trap his cock with both of your feet, doing your best to keep a firm grip on him. His skin is hot and wet with his own arousal, and you fully coat him in it. The contrast between your soft white socks and his hard flushed cock stirs something inside of you.
“Oh, thats…” you trail off in a whisper, watching as you begin to jerk his dick with your feet in a steady rhythm. It’s so fucking lewd to see your cute socks being used like this, becoming stained with Kento’s precome. “Daddy, this looks so hot. Mmm, ‘m really wet.”
The little gasps and mewls that escape your puffy lips make Kento's mouth dry. He begins fucking his hips up to match your movements, fucking those beautiful feet of yours and ruining you forever.
Kento curses, head tipping back against the back of the couch. Every little curl and twitch of your toes, every feel of your curved arch has him dizzy with need. He feels his blood hot beneath his skin, abdomen tightening with an overwhelming lust.
"Fuck," he growls, fucking you sloppy and he almost can't recognize himself. It's exhilarating. "Faster, baby, shit—faster. I'm almost there, just a bit—nngh—a bit more."
His words come out in heavy pants, but you rapidly nod along like his perfect girl. You squeeze and jerk his dick and he just watches himself fuck into your feet, cursing and grunting until the tension that's built inside of him completely snaps, and he comes with a long moan. His come spurts up, more than usual and landing on your toes and top of your feet.
Kento thinks he blacks out for a few seconds.
“Look,” you say suddenly with a breathy giggle. When Kento opens his eyes that he doesn’t remember closing, he’s faced with the pretty sole. Not only is it small and cute, but the light fabric is soaked with his spunk. “I’m all messy now, but I don’t think you’d mind this mess, hm?”
He can see a bit of your skin now, and suddenly he has the urge to suck his juices off from your sock. So he does. Lightly grasping your ankle, Kento ignores your little yelp as he licks from the bottom of your foot to your toes. Your sock is soft against his tongue, pressed so close to your skin, and then Kento tastes his own come. Moaning, he takes your toes into your mouth, sucking the small digits and pressing the tip of his tongue in between.
