Work Text:
It was a Wednesday afternoon. You were on your break, sitting at one of the unoccupied tables, nursing a matcha latte. You glanced at the clock, then back at your phone. You had been waiting for the text so desperately, by now your break was almost up. You guessed he was busy or something, and shrugged it off. Maybe he’d come in after work? You made a face when you realized how pathetic you were acting and shook your head. Jesus. You shouldn’t care- why would you? It wasn’t as if the man really cared about you- or as if you really cared about him. It was just that the sex was probably the best you’d ever had in all your years of living and you honest to god couldn’t get enough of it.
Other than sexual, you really had no feelings towards him. He was undeniably attractive, those striking eyes that seemed to coldly stare into your very being, that impeccable fucking jawline. Everything about him, especially the way he carried himself, was so fucking attractive. It confused you as to why he chose you, but then you reminded yourself he probably had countless other women he was using the same way as you. After all, you were on a strict schedule that he probably used to organize his rendezvous with other women.
Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and occasionally the weekend if he was free. If he was coming, he’d text on your break to let you know, and you’d wait for him after closing to enter the cafe. You’d drive him to your place, never his, and fuck for as long as the two of you needed. Then he’d leave before you woke up, never staying the night, and remaining as cold to you as possible. You had never asked about his work, or really anything about him. You had felt it wasn’t your place. Sometimes, like today, he wouldn’t text. Which always meant he wouldn’t show up.
You shot a look at the clock again, and got up, dusting yourself off. Well, whatever. You had other options too, not like he was the only man in your life. You straightened out your apron and resumed your position behind the counter, putting on your best customer service smile to hide the slight annoyance building up.
~
You had just finished closing, and exhausted, you slumped into one of the empty booths. It had been a long day full of annoying and rude customers, and you had wanted so badly to just yell at them. You were generally known outside of work for having a short temper, so it always surprised your friends to see you so calm the moment you manned the cash register. Suddenly, your phone lit up. Someone was calling you. You glanced at the caller id, and your eyes widened in shock. Nanami?
“Hello?” you asked softly, he had never called you before.
“Where are you?” he sounded frustrated, you had never heard this much emotion in his voice before.
“I-I just finished closing. I’m still at the cafe.”
“Are you alone?”
“... yes?”
“Wait there.” he hung up, leaving you confused. What was that about? Well whatever, you’d just wait for him like you always did.
It took only 5 more minutes until he was banging at your door. You jumped up and unlocked it. Almost as soon as you opened the door, he grabbed your face and kissed you. He was already unbuttoning his shirt and started to undo yours. You pushed away from him for a second.
“What are you-” you were interrupted by how angry he looked. He was pissed at something, and right now was not the time to be asking questions. He grabbed you by your waist and shoved you into one of the booths until your back hit the window, and resumed kissing you. He released his hold on your lips for just a second to whisper something you thought you would never hear fall from his lips.
“I need you.” was all he said, and before you could react, he kissed you again. It was sloppy, desperate, full of frustration and anger- and it was a kiss Nanami had never given you before. You were addicted, and your hands reached into his hair to pull him closer to your face. He bit your lower lip and messily shoved his tongue into your mouth. He was so needy for more, his hands grabbing any part of your body they could.
Nanami’s fingers brushed over your nipples, earning a loud moan into his mouth. He pinched them through your shirt and chuckled against your lips as you moaned again. You were so sensitive, so easy to please. His lips migrated from yours to your neck, roughly biting down harder than necessary to leave a mark. His hands reached under your shirt to hold your bare breasts, and you shrieked as his cold fingers touched your nipples. You were completely under his control.
One of his hands slid down to his pants, unbuckling them and trying to pull them down. Your own hands reached to help him, pulling out his semi-hard cock into your small hands. God, he wasn’t even fully hard and he was so fucking big. You looked up at Nanami and grinned, sliding underneath the table and palming his cock.
You licked a long strip up the length of his dick and felt it twitch in reaction. Happily, you took him into your mouth, shoving it down your throat until you felt tears sting your eyes and your throat start to burn. He wasn’t even in completely and your throat was full.
“Fuck...” Nanami groaned at the sight of you barely being able to take him. Your hands went around the base of his cock that your throat couldn’t reach and used the drool spilling down your open mouth to jerk him off. You started moving up and down on him and hummed as you felt his hand grab your hair. He shoved you down further on his cock, letting out a loud and satisfied groan as you gagged. Tears were spilling out of your eyes and you kept gagging on him as he pushed the limits of your throat.
“Jesus… fuck… I’m almost there…” The noises he was making turned you on to an impossible extent. One hand left Nanami to travel down your own pants. You grinded against your fingers at his moans, he was so desperate for you and you loved it.
Suddenly, you felt his cock start to twitch in your mouth. He was close. You shoved his entire length to the back of your throat and laid your tongue flat against the base of your mouth. He groaned, grabbed your hair tighter, and came hard, shooting ropes of his cum down your throat.
“Fuck… look at that” he groaned as he pulled his cock out of your mouth. Cum leaked down the edges of your lips and you greedily licked it up. He brought his hand to your face and placed his thumb along your bottom lip, pushing it into your mouth.
“Good girl” he whispered as you took it in and started to suck his thumb. “Such a good girl for me…”
He took a shaky breath out as he came down from his orgasm, and watched you take in his fingers. You looked so good right now, completely under his control. He had needed this, quitting his job today was probably the most stressful thing he had done. The whole time he was turning in his resignation, he had been thinking about you. He’d never have thought he’d admit to you how much he really did need you. He’d probably have gone crazy if it wasn’t for you and his little sessions with you. He held his thumb flat against your tongue and then moved it down to your chin, pulling you up from under the table. You sat next to him and pulled your shirt down, getting ready to leave. Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your thigh.
“Where do you think you're going?”
“I thought-” His thumb went back to your lower lip to hush you.
“We’re not done yet…” his lips latched onto yours and his hands reached down your pants. He helped you take them off as he aggressively pressed his lips into you and down your neck, leaving sloppy, wet kisses all over your body. Your pants were thrown to the side as Nanami went onto his knees, his turn to be under the table. He slowly slid your panties off and blew cold air onto your throbbing clit. You let out a moan at the sudden sensation, and before you could process it, he attached his mouth to you.
He ran his tongue along your entrance and brought two fingers up. He teased you and you groaned, wiggling in his grip and whining for more.
“So impatient…” he laughed, and then pushed his slender fingers into you. You moaned loudly and grabbed the seats, digging your nails into the red cushion.
“Fuck… Nanami…” you were shaking as his tongue ran over your clit, sucking and circling it gently. He grabbed your thighs and dug his fingers into them as leverage as he started fingering you faster, adding a third and keeping his eyes on you to watch your reaction. You were squirming and shaking as his pace quickened. He loved watching you as you screamed his name, heavily panting and gasping for air. He was the only one who could make you feel like that.
“Nanami… I’m close… fuck…” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your fingers grabbed Nanami’s hair, desperate for any feeling to counter the intense pleasure running through your body. “Fuck! Fuck! Nanami!” you cried out as you came, shaking and heaving. His eyes never left your face, watching you ride out your high on his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you.
He carefully removed his fingers from you and pushed them into your mouth, and you sucked them clean. Your big eyes shone with both exhaustion and admiration as Nanami rose to sit next to you, fingers still in your mouth. He slid them out from between your lips and held your jaw softly before bringing you in for another kiss. He pulled your body close to him, so close you could feel the heat from his throbbing erection that had reappeared. Seeing you in so much pleasure turned him on like crazy. You were grinding against him, pulling your hips up to his and moaning in his mouth. He still needed you.
He abruptly pulled away from you and grabbed your arm. Confused, you followed his lead, before he pushed you onto the table. He held your legs up and pulled his pants down so that his cock was poking at your entrance. You were still extremely sensitive, and the sudden change in positions left you completely exposed. You shivered in the chilly, air conditioned room and Nanami looked down at you, hands shoving your thighs onto the cold table.
“Nanami…” you breathed out softly, He took that as an invitation to plunge himself into you, releasing his grip on your thighs to go to your throat. He squeezed hard and kissed you, loving the way you gasped for air and could barely function back. It was amazing, and you were panting and moaning against his lips as he slammed into you repeatedly. Each thrust went deeper and deeper until he hit your G-spot, indicated by the loud and sudden moan that escaped your lips. Nanami smirked and went harder, hitting that soft spot every single time. Your eyes were tearing up as you called out his name, barely audible as all semblance of sense left your body. He was literally fucking you dumb.
“God, you’re so fucking tight…” one of Nanami’s hands moved from your throat to your jaw, softly caressing it before slapping you, hard. The sudden stinging pain only enhanced the intense pleasure you were feeling and you moaned loudly. “You like that huh? You like when I hurt you? You want me to hurt you more?”
You nodded desperately, unable to form a single word.
“I wanna hear you say it. What do you want me to do to you?”
You cried out as his grip around your throat tightened again, making it even harder to think. “P-Please Nanami- Hurt me! Please!”
Nanami smirked and slapped you again, harder this time, hard enough to leave a stinging red mark against your cheek. He slapped you a third and fourth time, finally resting his hand back on your throat and loosening his grip on it. You gasped for air, drool messily spilling out of your mouth as you desperately called out his name. You were close, so close, but you couldn’t even tell him.
Without warning you came, walls tightening around Nanami. He didn’t slow down, instead going faster. The intense stimulation was sending you over the edge. He didn’t care that you were cumming- he only needed his own release right now. He fucked into you harder, messily kissing you as his strokes became sloppier. He came again, slowly thrusting in and out as the two of you came down from the intense orgasm you had both experienced.
He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, then one on your lips, as he pulled out. You wobbled off the table to grab a towel from the counter and started to clean yourself off, throwing one to Nanami as well. He helped wipe you down and you cleaned off his face, smiling gently at him as his own hands reached up to hold your face.
“Are you okay?” he asked, thumb stroking the side of your cheek. You blushed and nodded. He had never been this kind during aftercare before. “Sorry if I… went a little hard.”
You shook your head, “No, it's okay. It was fun. Are you-” you swallowed thickly. “Are you okay? You seem… more stressed than usual.” You shut your eyes, expecting some rude answer, but as you slowly opened them, you saw Nanami looking down at you warmly.
“I made a decision I should’ve made a long time ago” he says, hands leaving your face. He kissed your cheek and turned around, readjusting his pants and shirt.
“Did you… quit?”
“I did.” he spun and smiled, helping you slide your shirt back on properly.
“Why?” This was more than the two of you had ever talked, and each question you asked came with huge anxiety as you were always afraid he would leave if you got too clingy.
“That’s an answer for another time.”
“So… there’ll be another time?”
Nanami peered down at you, visible confusion on his face. “Why wouldn’t there be? My new job is all the more stressful and well,” he laughed a little, “You’re my favorite stress relief.”