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Your shift at the coffee shop a few blocks down from your apartment had ended about an hour ago. It gave you just enough time to sprint back home to get ready for your date tonight. The man that you had seen a couple different times had a no-nonsense attitude about him, that’s for sure. So, you know that he is absolutely going to be on time. After all, overtime was not something that was in his dictionary. He had been very sure to express that on multiple occasions. It was just a few days before Christmas, so you knew that time got a bit demanding around this area, but he consistently assured you that it would not be the case. You had no reason not to believe him, either.
In all situations, Kento Nanami was as cool as one can get, and perhaps that’s one of the reasons that you found yourself flustered by his very presence. Inside of your little apartment, you begin playing the same music that you would any other night you had gotten excited about. The ache in your calves from standing for eight hours seemed to disappear once you hit the shower and climbed out, doing your hair up in the loose curls. He had expressed to you that he actually enjoyed that style of hair on you, and now you found yourself more and more entranced by the idea of doing those little things that would cause him to compliment you.
Once your hair is done, you begin the process of evening out any dark spots on your face, making it appear smooth and well contoured. You did not go too expressive with your makeup, though. A slightly more natural look did you quite well, earning you a tender kiss on your doorstep the last time you two had gone out on a date. You could not help but think about it often, too. How could you be expected to help yourself? He was such a traditional guy– the whole suit and tie affair, too. Surely your family would be excited for you to bring someone like him home rather than some of the other choice individuals you had before.
Just a touch of gloss on your lips, and you pull away from the mirror to give yourself a once over. Then, your gaze moves over toward the clock. It was half past six, so you should have been expecting him any minute now. So, you head into the singular bedroom of the apartment and begin to go through the items that you have inside of your closet. You had all sorts of dresses that expressed your vivid personality well, but at this point, you rather just stun the man with a little black dress. After all, he never necessarily gave off the bright, wide eyes that most boys did when they saw shiny things like the various dresses in your closet. No, rather, he’d keep his eyes trained on your face most of the time. He was good at listening when you expressed a lot of the things that had gone on during your day, and he made sure to affirm you before all else.
It left you with a special case of butterflies that you had never truly experienced before him.
So, you get a hold of a dress and pull it on after some black undergarments, mindful of your hair and the makeup on your features. It falls off of one shoulder on one side, leaving a bare arm. The other arm has a sleeve that falls all the way down to your wrist. The dress hugs all of your curves just right, settling at the middle of your thigh. It is enough to leave you feeling quite sexy and confident in yourself. However, just for the cold outside, you begin to hike the dress up to pull on some sheer tights underneath. You’d rather not be some form of a sexy human popsicle, alright?
Continuing to rustle around in the closet, you manage to get a hold of some knee-high boots that appear to be pleather. Inside, they were comfortably fur lined. Functionality is very important for an outfit, that’s for sure. So, you tuck them under your arm as you head over to your vanity. Small stud earrings are pushed through the holes on your lobe, and you pull out a silver bracelet that Nanami had gotten you somewhere around your second date. It had multiple interesting charms upon it, but you never quite took it upon yourself to look the charm shapes up. You wore it because he asked you to wear it all the time. It might’ve been a guy thing, but he was lucky that you loved it so much– or you might just act contrary toward him.
Another ten minutes pass, and you make your way out to the living room with a jacket and your boots held in your arms. You topple them unceremoniously onto one of the couch cushions, your gaze cutting around the room as you make a note of everything: Phone, keys, and other miscellaneous items. You did not want to be scampering around when he got here. Every moment you got with him, you were sure to cherish. You didn’t know when he would decide to ask for a date again, but it seemed to be on two week intervals if he didn’t seem too busy. Soon after, you settle down on the couch and pull the jacket over your form, snuggling into one of the corners. He’d be here any minute, you are sure of that.
Or perhaps, not too sure. Especially since the relaxed state you find yourself in, you doze off for a good bit. It is not until about an hour later and the pounding on your door jolts you awake that you give a grunting sound as you gaze around the room. The sun had set a while ago, so you only had the streetlights and one of the lamps in the corner of the room to go off of, and you frantically sought out your digital clock. It was forty-five minutes past seven at this point, which was definitely not typical for the man, at all.
Popping up onto your feet, you begin to make your way over to the door. Without much thought, you bring your hand down to the knob and unlock it, pulling the door open. The first thing you see in your face? Your favorite flowers, the smell wafting into your nose as you blink a few times. Then, behind the flowers, you see your disheveled partner.
Normally when he came to you, there was not a hair out of place, but today? It was different. There were bruises along his features, some singe marks in his clothing and all kinds of things that denoted that he had hit some kind of rough patch or gotten into a fight with someone.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” he says as he passes off the flowers. You hold them close for a few moments, but you shake your head from side to side.
“Nami, it’s fine– what happened to you?”
Your words come out in a breathless kind of way as you scurry from blocking the entrance to allow him in. You place the flowers down against the table in your dining room, and you quickly pace back over to him as he begins to explain: “I had to work past six and it put me in a bit of a predicament I didn’t expect,” he drones out, looking at himself in the mirror by your doorway. He idly adjusts at the jacket, but ultimately, his hands shift to pull it from his shoulders, putting it on the coat rack now. He doesn’t seem to be actively bleeding from any of the spots he had gotten singed at, so you silently count your blessings on that one, but… There was still a nervous twist in your stomach that you couldn’t exactly ignore. You had never necessarily been all that upfront with someone that looked so banged up.
“What kind of predicament?”
“Nothing that you have to worry about, my dear.”
You glance off to the side as you give off a small huff. You wanted to worry. You had to worry, because he was your partner. If you couldn’t manage to do that, did that make you feel as though you were useless at the end of the day? You really hated it when people told you that you had nothing to worry about. Even then, you roll your shoulders as you bring your hands up, rubbing at either arm as you step forward. Your proximity brings a response out of him where he brings his arms up, wrapping them around your form and holding you close. It is a very tender hold from the man, and you take in his scent. You cannot help but do so, either– there’s just something about the scent of a man who had been working hard that just played with your very senses. “We don’t have to go out, Nami. We can do it another day. Does that sound okay?” You mumble it into his chest, rubbing your face against it.
“That’s unacceptable. My work shouldn’t interfere with my personal life. Come on, let’s sit.”
His strong arms urge you over toward the couch and the two of you sit down there, and you watch him as you sit on the edge. “It isn’t interfering if you just put it off to another day, you know.” You state, trying to keep the mood optimistic. The man seemed very much stressed though as he looked at you, and he continued to shake his head– but he dressed something up. A wince, perhaps? Maybe he had pulled a muscle or something like that.
You cannot help the airy sigh that leaves you. You have a couple ideas of things that you could do instead of going outside to brave the cold to eat, and maybe he’d play along? “It would honestly make me feel better to do the things we said we were going to do.” He mentions, looking a bit exasperated. However, he never seemed to exactly get annoyed with you. Rather, he held himself back from such a thing often.
“Stop.” You state the word sternly, and it causes him to pull his glasses away, fixing his gaze on you. It was almost like he did not expect such a command from you, but at the end of the day, what’s going to stop it? “We have a lifetime to do things like that, Nanami. So…” You shift at your spot on the edge of the couch, and then you grasp at your jacket, digging into the pocket. A small black hair tie is pulled free and you begin to pull your hair back and away from your face, binding it in a bun at the back of your head. “You’re too tense, let me take care of you.”
Admittedly, you hadn’t felt this bold before. Your other partners had been, well, dull. They always made the first moves, though, and you wanted something different with the man before you. You pick yourself up and he gives a questioning look in your direction, but you soon sink down to your knees before him. Squeezing yourself between his legs, your hands come upwards and pull at the belt, undoing it. You may have appeared casual in your approach, but damn if you couldn’t hear your heart beating furiously in your ears. “...you know you don’t have to do this–...”
“I want to do this for you.”
And you aren’t going to let him talk you out of it. You two had interacted enough without so much as a hungry look in one another’s direction, but tonight, you intend on changing that. Your hands seek to free his cock from the confines of his underwear, and you begin to run your hand along it, aiming to cause that rush of blood straight to it. You waste no time, either– leaning forward, a good amount of saliva is spat against that sensitive skin, giving you the lubrication that you need to glide along his shaft effortlessly as it grows in your grasp.
Not to mention he makes quite the grunt when you do spit upon him. You can feel him beginning to pulsate just so in your hand, and you give a small glance up toward him. His features have a pink flush upon them, denoting the fact that he had not expected this of you, but that only fuels that hunger that you feel deep inside of you. After a few pumps more of your hand, you lean forward to take the head of his cock into your mouth, tasting the slightly sharp taste of salt on it. Somehow, overtime must have worked him into a sweat, because it sets your taste buds alight, one after another. You can smell it, too– the musk of hard work that clings to his skin, to the sack just below that you bring your other hand upwards to caress.
“Fuck,” the word hisses out of his mouth as he practically stiffens up against the back of the couch. The way that you begin to lap your tongue around him, caressing the sensitive tip earns you a few more elaborate responses such as that, and it makes your own insides begin to churn lustfully. Already you can taste his precum against your tongue as you continue to work him, drawing him deeper and deeper into the confines of your mouth. You begin to massage the underside of his pulsating length, rubbing up against it as you feel the saliva beginning to collect, spilling down along the remainder of his cock and against his sack. You did not believe that being neat and cleanly in a situation such as this would pay out, so you simply just let it all go.
Your mouth continues to work around him, your head bobbing up and down as your hand continues to massage and play with those orbs in a fascinated way. His hand had finally come down to tangle up in your hair, but he does something in the moment that you don’t necessarily expect.
He brings you down deeper to choke on the tip, then he works past the muscles further to bulge that throat of yours out. “Don’t… don’t move,” he breathes out, and you can feel your throat expanding around him, a bit of a gag coming to play. His hand moves, but soon you feel something binding around your throat– was that his tie? It had to have been. It had a silky feeling to it, smooth against your skin, and you know that the way that he binds it up only makes your throat that much tighter around his cock. You can feel tears beginning to prick at your eyes, and more of the sloppy saliva escapes your lips.
The man gives you a brief reprieve to catch your breath, but it does not last in the slightest. The tie tightens and he invades your throat once again, and you do your best to work along with it, hands moving to grasp at his toned thighs. Your fingers dig into the flesh, surely leaving their own marks as your head practically swims from the inadvertent breath play that your partner exacts upon you. Your muscles practically shudder at the feeling, and you can already feel your panties soaking up the lubrication that you have produced from the way you two have met like this.
Yet, you suddenly hear him breathe out your name in a strained manner. He pulls free from the depths of your throat, and suddenly thick ropes of his cum begin to splash along your face. It lays there against your face, the sloppy mess the two of you made causing what makeup you did have on to become practically obsolete. He’s stuck there as a shuddering mess, his tie left hanging off of your shoulders as he rubs the underside of his cock against your face. “You’re such a good girl, how did I not know?” He manages to breathe out, his cock twitching once more. “Clean me up.” His demands have growing strength to them, it seems. He is starting to sober up from the momentary shakeup in his mind.
You obey him by sticking your tongue up, lapping his cum up off of his shaft, drawing it all the way to the tip. You wrap your lips around it momentarily, causing him to jolt in his spot on the couch from the invasive sensation. You pull him from your lips with a small pop, but you can already see where his length is already starting to harden again.
One of your hands travels upwards to your face and you collect the mess that he’s painted you up with, and you press those fingers into your mouth, beginning to suck them clean. Those fingers pump in and out of your mouth, putting on a delightful little show for him. He had called you a good girl, hadn’t he? So, you only had to continue proving that point to him. Those fingers leave your lips absolutely clean as you draw in a few deep breaths, sinking back to sit on your legs.
One of his hands, however, lifts up to grasp at your shoulder. You soon find yourself pushed back against the floor of your living room, head hitting the soft rug with a muted thud. The man looms over you, pulsating cock glinting in the soft light due to the saliva you had left behind on him. There’s a thrilled way that your heart beats as you stare upwards at him, and he begins to pull the shirt apart, some buttons even popping away and scattering to the far corners of the room. It was not a practical way for him to do it, but a part of you is thanking whatever higher entity there may be that he has abandoned practicality for now. For you.
Hands come down to part your legs, and he travels his fingers down your calves. Wrapping them finally around your ankles, he pulls your lower half closer. One of his hands comes back up to brush against your inner thighs, then finally against your crotch. “You liked that so much that you’re soaked, huh?” He breathes the words out, and you cannot help the rising flush to your skin. Your insides twist in a delicious manner as you nod your head, sinking your teeth down against your lower lip. Slowly, the flesh slides from between your teeth, and he watches every moment of it– almost like he’s in awe. You had never believed in yourself before to inspire such feelings in a man, but here he was– in all of his glory. Half dressed, immaculate, even a little bit battered from things you knew very little about.
Your actions seemed to help him forget all about whatever terrible thing had happened prior, though.
Daydreams turn into reality, however, when the sound of your tights ripping open comes to play. The man did not have time to waste getting to you, and that showed when the panties you were wearing had been torn as well. You shudder a small bit as you are exposed to the air around, and you squirm beneath him, already desperately wanting to feel that connection with him. “Nanami… please, please… fill me up. I want to feel you inside of me,” you cannot help but mewl it out, and he shakes his head from side to side, trying to stifle a small smirk that threatens to overtake his features.
“Shameless, aren’t you?” The words lay hot upon your person, and you nod your head in response to him.
“I am. Do I look like I care? I’ve waited so long for you.”
You don’t even know where the words have come from, but somehow you find a way to voice your desires to the man. His hands come to lay against your hips as he leans over you. Against your slippery entrance, he begins to rub the tip of his cock. Yet, he does not just settle there. Instead, he begins to rub against your entire slit– from your hole to your clit, causing small bits of electricity to jolt through your body as you writhe in the momentary pleasure. He might’ve had a hold on your hips, but he isn’t holding onto your legs like had been.
So, when he prods at your entrance once more, your legs hook around his hips and you aim to pull him deeper into you– his whole head becoming wrapped up in your warm walls. This causes him to freeze up, a groan escaping his lips as he hangs over you. His fingers sink hard enough into your hips that you practically feel like you’re going to bruise beneath his touch. You don’t mind it, though. Call it mild punishment for momentarily being a bad girl, huh?
Yet, he complies by sinking himself deeper into your body, all the way to the point where your hips are practically touching. His upper body sinks lower over you, and he catches a hold of your lips as your pleasured sounds begin to intermingle. Your tongues begin their dance, catching a hold of one anothers’ taste. He does not even skip a beat despite you having sucked away his messy seed from your fingers not but minutes prior.
He draws his hips back and sinks right back into you, beginning to establish that rhythm with his hips as he presses you into the soft rug beneath your body. Over and over, he rejoins you in his entirety. You cannot help but feel your back arching off of the rug as you invite him within your folds as deep as he can get, practically bottoming himself out within you. The man practically takes you like it may very well be the last opportunity that he may get. His lips kiss you hungrily, leaving a pleasing puffiness to your own lips that you will be able to share with him once the two of you finish here. The sounds of your lower halves slapping together desperately cause the wonder if anyone else can hear you, but only for a second or so.
Each motion he takes in rolling those hips of his, moving in different directions– he makes a feeling rise up from within your very core that makes your very head spin in delight. One of his hands leaves your hips, and he moves it to the shoulderless side of your dress, pulling it and the cup of the strapless bra you wore down, leaving your breast exposed.
Moving from your lips, he wraps his lips around your hardened nipple, suckling against it as if he can get something from it. The sensation causes your hips to buck needily, nearly throwing off your own rhythm, but you cannot help it. He’s hitting so many points on your body that you could practically melt into the rug for him right here and right now. His teeth give a small nibble against the tip of your nipple, and it causes you to cry out his name, your head pressing back against the rug as you give a thrash from his motions. You can feel the tight grip you have on him, and you can only warn him:
“Nami– Nami… Ahh, Nami, I’m going to–...”
Your hands come upwards, and you bring them to his back, managing to dig your nails into his skin deep as your orgasm practically crashes right into you. The man seems to make his attempt to pull away before he’s sucked in, but your legs have him caught in a vice grip. As your walls practically milk him for everything that he is worth, he has no choice– alongside that orgasm of yours, you can feel him pulsing hard within you as he empties himself for a second time inside of you. He does not seem to give off any kind of complaint, his groaning and shuddering over you painting a picture of exactly how he felt.
His body practically drops over you, pinning you down fully against the rug. Your pants are the only thing that fill the room now as the two of you twist up together.
After a few minutes, you hear his words in your ear:
“I’ll take you to the bathroom and clean you up, then I’ll show you how I can take care of you with my mouth, huh? I’ll even lend you my tie so you can get creative, what do you think about that?”
…naturally, you’re very much into the idea. “Just give me a minute, Nami. I have to process this first,” you’re on cloud nine, though. Your mind is swimming. He picks himself up off of you and allows the dress shirt he’s been wearing to fall to the ground. You hate the feeling of his cock leaving your insides, but you know that now you have him hooked. Could the two of you even wait two weeks to have such an experience again? You know you couldn’t wait.
Pulling his underwear up, he leaves his pants as well. Bending down, he hooks his arms under your shoulders and your legs, cradling you close to his chest. A small kiss is delivered to your forehead and you give a pleased sigh: “I love you, Nami.”
“I love you too. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Whisking you away to the bathroom, you can only imagine what other situations he could brew up with you once the two of you have rested properly, huh?