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Memories had a funny way of creeping into Nanami’s awareness.
He found his memory to always have a visceral, physical element to them. He didn’t just remember working in an office, he remembered what it felt like to sit in that cubicle. To feel the air conditioning freezing the tip of his nose to the point of aching, or the taste of bad coffee on his tongue. Dryly, he considered that a benefit to him in the long run; after all, when he got old, it might behoove him to be able to recall memories from touch.
If he grew old. There was always a chance, and he rolled the dice every time he locked his front door. He didn’t consider that particularly somber, dour as it may be; that statement was true for all human beings that chose to exist. The first act of bravery one took in their day was going outside, and he wasn’t so hardened that he scoffed at someone choosing a life less dangerous than he.
He tried not to dwell on negative experiences- tried not to let them color his view of the world around him.
That day, the attempt would be put to the test.
The cafe had been his solace during his grueling office job, but once he left, he found himself avoiding it like a misbehaved child. The staff there had been so gracious, and had chosen to invest in his well-being by asking him about it periodically. Some days, he did his best to find happiness just so he could have something kind to say to them. As such, Nanami didn’t want to return until he had something he could tell them about his career- something to keep them from worrying. A bit silly to do, as they weren’t even close to family; they’d simply meant that much to him, in those darker days.
There was another reason, too, but he’d refuse to acknowledge it: his old boss, whom he was on less than stellar terms with, also frequented that cafe. The man was a pig-headed, slimeball of a cretin, whose only shining achievement was his youngest child and their high academics.
From the way he spoke of them, it sounded like they were still in high school; how Nanami’s skin crawled when he realized his boss was referring to a grown adult, and the education he was speaking of was college. It was plain to see how he spoiled them for their love, all the while infantilizing their every movement. A kind of cloying, desperate attempt to force a “Daddy’s Little Princess” relationship with a child that, clearly, didn’t need him to succeed. It never surprised Nanami, then, that he never saw his youngest. Either they were being kept in a cage in his basement, or they avoided their father like the plague.
Until, that is, fate put them in the same diner. He instantly knew who it was when he saw the greasy man standing next to them. They were angelic, with big, doe eyes that sparkled like gems.
The person with his old boss had their arms crossed, their eyes perpetually rolling at everything the man said. Their words were low, short, and harsh: “Yeah, Dad”, “I don’t care”, and- the one that piqued Nanami’s attention- “whatever”.
He wiped his mouth to hide a smirk. Daddy’s Little Princess, indeed.
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You’d rather be eaten by a demon than eat in this stupid, ugly diner.
Your father demanded to see you, even after you did everything you could to stall him. You’d been doing well in school- one more year, and you’ll be able to get your undergrad- but he was deadset on making sure you found a man to marry before then. Something in his brain made him think a man would make you stop learning, which you couldn’t even begin to understand. He may not have turned you into a narcissist, but if you say, “no”, that’s it. God Himself could demand you obey, and you’d shoot Him a dirty look and refuse. You only said yes to today’s meeting (despite knowing what it’d be about) because of something silly you clung to called, “love for your father”, which was a well that was quickly running dry.
You didn’t care about marriage, obviously; men that liked you didn’t want to marry you, and you’d been through the heartache enough to just accept that was the way life would play out. You never marry, but you have a warm body whenever you feel like it. Didn’t seem that bad, if you ignored the dreadful loneliness in-between.
Your father, however, had other plans. He’d brought a folder of photos and “applications” to your lunch date, the lunatic. Though you tried to shove the meeting into a corner and speak in low tones, your father was determined to use public shame to get you to concede.
“Here, what about him? He’s my supervising manager! Come now, this is the fourth one. You’re not getting any younger!! You have to pick, B-”
You tensed, gritting your teeth as he started to say your name. You went by “Bunny” now, or just “Bun”. You didn’t introduce yourself any other way; if your father had introduced you to those men using your old name, then there was no way they’d ever know the real you. The whole meeting truly was pointless.
By then, you’d noticed you had an audience of one to your family drama. He’d done a good job of pretending not to be interested, and his glasses had aided in hiding his line of sight; however, you could see his empty plate. Rather than make you uncomfortable, you felt a bit relieved; he wasn’t watching with a greedy, drama-mongering smirk on his face. Rather, he was just watching you. His expression was neutral, if not a bit worried, the man’s cheek twitching as he chewed the inside of it.
When you met eyes, he didn’t look away. The man simply tilted his head to one side, as if curious. Asking if you were alright.
In that moment, the silent gesture only irritated you. You looked away with a huff, your father’s chattering starting to grate on your nerves.
“What about this guy? I mean… Yes, he’s a bit… Short… but 5’1 is quite manly in Osaka!!”
“No, dad. I’m so over this!!” You whine, finally at your limit. “You have horrible taste in men!! You think I’ll just accept whatever from a guy!? I told you… If I ever wanted to get married, I’d want it to be to a guy that’d fund my work. I don’t want to be a housewife!! I have a skill-”
“What do you do?”
You jolted at the warm voice, even though you saw it leave the blonde’s lips. Your father all but turned white as a sheet, whipping his body around to see the man at the booth.
“O-Oh!! Mr. N-N-Nanami!! F-Fancy seeing you, after so long… How have you been, son?”
Before, you thought he was just a handsome man, older than you by about five or six years (maybe more, and he just had great skin. Both were plausible). His hair was a fine blonde, and his eyes, while hidden behind dark green glasses, appeared to be a pale color. His features were sharp and masculine, enunciated by the slight frown on his face.
You felt something hot drop in your gut as he stood, and you realized who’d been staring you down since you got there. Nanami was tall, with hands that absolutely mesmerized you. More than just handsome- he was perfect.
Most importantly to you, however, he was dressed impeccably. His suit made you absolutely drool with the craftsmanship, from the cufflink buttons to the perfect stitching on the lapels. He got that personally tailored downtown, for sure. You could even guess where by the color.
Nanami Kento. Your mind brought you his name, and gently set it at your feet. You remembered him- your father loathed him with biblical proportions, and had . He’d been the subject of a few cold, Christmas dinners.The man was incapable of taking shit from anyone, and he butted heads with your father about everything. You remembered when your father celebrated his departure from the company; looking at how the man was faring, it seemed ironic, now.
Nanami didn’t even look at him. His eyes twitched towards him behind his glasses, but it seemed to just be a reflex to another voice entering his awareness. “Fine,” he answered calmly, brushing past all formalities. “I guess this is the youngest child I heard so much about. Even more grown up, now... You said your name was Bunny, right?”
For some reason, when he called you “Bunny”, it was like he came up with the idea. You felt yourself melting a bit into your seat, a certain shyness building up in you. You nodded, silently gulping as you tried to look away.
“Yep. That’s me.”
He smiled at you like he knew. He definitely did. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I think I overheard you wanted a patron?” Nanami asked. That wasn’t at all what you were discussing, of course. However, by the smile he put on, you realized he’d very intentionally avoided referring to himself as your future husband. That wasn’t for him to decide- to earn, maybe, hence why he was stepping up to bat.
…Well, when he looks like that, being a housewife sounds nice, you think. You didn’t even think men like Nanami were an option you could pick.
He’s waiting for an answer. “Oh, yes!! I-I… I’m a… I make suits,” You stammer out. The man made you forget if you were a seamstress or a tailor. You were neither- technically, your degree said you were a fashion designer.
Nanami’s entire expression brightened, as if you’d answered his prayers instead of the other way around. “ Really? Then I’m in luck. I need someone who can do exactly that. Unless you two are busy, I’d like to take you to-”
“Sure,” you said, so fast you surprised yourself. You didn’t care where the second location was, you were going. If he was dressed that nicely, maybe he was one of those murderers that did cool art with the corpses.
Your father looked at you like you were insane for trying to escape him like that. Hilariously, you aren’t the first person he’s given that look to. “Wh- Absolutely not!! I forbid you-”
“I had to skip breakfast to make it to the station on time, so I want an actual lunch,” You demand from Nanami. You don’t even want to argue, when he uses words like “forbid”. He’s so dramatic, it exhausts you. “No cafes.”
“That’s not an issue. I already have a place in mind,” Nanami said, offering his arm for you to take. You don’t- you’re distracted by your father before you notice it, and he lowers it patiently. He’s not trying to get you, yet- just trying to get you away.
“HELLO!?! DON’T WALK AWAY FROM ME, YOU BRAT!!!” He shouted. “You’re doing this on purpose, trying to hurt me!! But you’re MY child!! You’ll amount to nothing without me!!”
The air shifted noticeably around Nanami. His posture was different now; firm, more imposing. He stepped between you and your father with just the barest movement, eyeing the man like a bug. You were sure he was looking for a reason to knock him down, and shouting at you was good enough. Men rarely let their differences go, try as they might to be noble about them.
Still, Nanami was not like other men. He considered it, yes, but then he let out a long sigh through his nose. “You shouldn’t shout,” he pointed out, his tone even. “This is a nice place. It’s quite rude.”
He turned his head to you, that harsh glare turning into a heated simmer. “He doesn’t deserve your time,” Nanami told you, soft and delicate. “I’d love to have it, instead.”
You felt your face grow hot at the offer, your heart nearly bursting with flustered energy. At the same time, the fact such a handsome guy was sweet-talking you boosted your ego.
You nod aggressively and grab onto Nanami’s arm, startling him a bit. “Hannibal’s right!! I don’t have to put up with this!!!” You chirp. “If you want a new man around so badly, marry one yourself!!”
You rather quickly made a break for it then, scooting out of the cafe before your father was able to struggle out of his seat. By consequence, your “date” came with you, chuckling all the way. He didn’t mind being pulled along for a bit, but soon stood firm, causing your feet to suddenly slip from underneath you. He caught you easily, using your grip on his arm to set you right. It was so easy for him- he could lift you with one arm, like you weighed nothing.
“Are you actually alright with this?” Nanami asked. “I know you were only trying to get away from your father... If you’d like, I could just call you a car.”
The offer made you surge with desperation. Was he trying to get away from you, now? “I-I feel like I’m more of an imposition on you, s-so… If that’s what you want-”
Nanami was far less passive than you. His answer was direct.
“It’s not,” He stated bluntly, shifting your grip on his wrist to have a grip on yours. The act made your heart skip, that warmth in your gut welling to your attention.
Nanami led you to his car and explained himself a bit. He’d recognized his boss, but not you, hence why he listened to begin with. Given his past with your father, he’d actually wanted to embarrass him. It’d been an impulsive, selfish idea, and he wasn’t too proud to admit that. The struggle between the high and low road was why he didn’t immediately get up to do it; inevitably, he realized what your father was doing. You looked at him like you needed his help, and Nanami wanted to help you. His goal had been just to insert himself into your lunch date and be as annoying as possible to the old man, distracting him in all the ways he knew how.
However, Nanami was quite serious about having you make him a suit. He had a unique taste and preference that made it difficult to shop for himself. A problem easily mitigated by having a private tailor, which is where you came in.
You couldn’t help but falter at such a lofty task. He looked far too expensive for you to dress. “Oh, I’m still just a student. I-I wouldn’t trust my skills just yet.”
“Can you make one?” He asked, not unkindly.
“...Y-Yes.”
“Then I want one. If I don’t like it, you’ll make me another,” He responded, absolutely refusing to let you budge. You knew Nanami was quite stubborn from your father’s rants, but you didn’t realize it was so hard to argue with him, even just a bit. He didn’t yell or lash out like normal people. He was controlled, in every sense.
“I don’t mean to be so forward about it, but I have confidence in your skills. I didn’t think your father lied about how talented you were. He certainly didn’t lie about how pretty.”
You laughed at that, because you thought it was a joke. “Oh-ho, whatever!! You’re too flattering!!” you cried out, sinking into the passenger seat of his car. In your fit of giggles, you missed the way he subtly bit the corner of his lip, his grip tight on the wheel.
He gave you his ear as you told him about your education. Nanami was an active listener, you noted- he had more engagement than you had in your classes. It was a little unnerving, even. He clearly had some sort of interest in you, but it was… oddly wholesome. Like he wanted to know you as a person, but somehow still wanted to have sex with you? Unless you were being completely delusional, of course. It wouldn’t be the first time you thought a man was perfect.
At every opportunity, Nanami tried to look at you. He was a safe driver, but it was safe to say that you distracted him. You said nothing to him about his behavior or his intentions, opting to let things play out. After all, he hadn’t hurt you- had barely touched you, save for his hand around your wrist. And it wasn’t as if he was a dog, begging at your feet to throw him a bone. It was clear he was paying attention to you because of his own interest- even asking you to clarify the use of a word, so that he didn’t misunderstand. He mentioned his favored styles and colors of suits, so if he was just pretending to want you to make him one, he was doing a really good job at it.
And, really, if he wanted to sleep with you… well, successful men had done less to impress you.
Unfortunately, if you start talking a lot, you tend to lose the ability to do anything else, including paying attention to your surroundings. Before you realized it, you were sitting in front of a plate of yakitori, a restaurant practically materializing around you from how little you noticed it. Somehow, he led you all the way downtown completely unaware, with you happily chirping all the while about your life. He’d responded easily, hence why you didn’t notice immediately; once you had food, though, you were almost embarrassed by the amount of yammering you’d done.
“You ordered for me,” you murmured, fighting the urge to whine. Sure, by pure coincidence, it was your favorite, but that wasn’t the point , you see. This man was too comfortable asserting himself in front of you.
You liked it. A lot. He had a different style than other men you’ve dated, and a different confidence. Most men asserted themselves because they didn’t actually feel confident in their abilities. Nanami knew what he was capable of, and acted accordingly.
“I gave them your name to call,” he said, as if that made it alright. He smirked at you like he knew what he was doing.
“I’m surprised you let me do it, Bunny. You’re clearly independent. Do I disarm you that much?”
Apparently, yes, he did. Even then, you didn’t really know what to do… Besides, naturally, your usual go-to reaction to discomfort. You were being teased by someone, and you reacted by biting back twice as hard.
“As if!!” you snap, rolling your eyes petulantly. “I just don’t pay attention. You must be used to putting in the orders of people younger than you!”
You don’t miss it this time. He’s too close- you see the way his jaw tightens, his eyes growing dark behind those strange glasses. It makes a hum of wild anxiety build in your chest that you’ve never felt before. A sense that you were in peril, in some way, but not in danger.
“You must like taking orders from older men,” Nanami responded cooly, his voice low and nearly purring. His smile in his words, teasing you further despite your insult.
“I…” you say, but forget your statement halfway through. He’s not that much older, you think, but somehow, that is the least helpful thing your brain could come up with to respond to his sudden shift.
Suddenly, you’re starving, avoiding Nanami’s eyes at all costs as you eat. Nanami seemed perfectly calm despite the change in atmosphere, watching you with that near-brooding darkness in his eyes. He barely ate; by that point, he’d circled you enough, and he was locked in.
Graciously, he waited until you had nothing left to distract yourself with- your plate was finished and taken, as was your tea.
“Did you like it, Bunny?” He asked, his voice still that low purr.
You did; then again, you couldn’t really fuck up yakitori unless you tried, and you were actually quite easy to please. You still lied, because by that point, you figured you could say whatever you wanted to Nanami, and it seemed to charm him. He must have really wanted that suit- you were mildly curious how far you could push that.
“Hated it. Too dry. Hope you have better taste in fabrics,” you bit out.
He chuffed like a lion, calling your bluff with a shake of his head. “That’s not polite to say within earshot of workers,” he lightly chastised. “I should make you apologize.”
“You won’t do shit.”
He blinked once behind his glasses, his head cocking at you like that was a challenge. It had been, you realize belatedly, your face burning. If any words were a challenge, it was those four words. You'd said them quickly, responding as you always did to men that spoke to you like that.
“Are you sure?” he offered- and it was an offering. He was giving you a chance to escape, even. Whatever he wanted to do to you to teach you a lesson, he’d do it where you sat. It’s what you’d deserve for daring him. He wasn't a normal man, and he made that abundantly clear.
You let out a small breath, squirming in your seat. God, when had your panties gotten so wet? You didn’t notice it until then, but it was hard not to notice it now.
“It was fine, I guess. I liked it,” You manage to squeak out, solely to escape from that dangerous glare Nanami wore.
Nanami smiled softly, pleased with your change of heart. He was pleased with more than that, though; while he was confident you were attracted to him, the fact that you made it so obvious thrilled him. You were the kind of person that brought out the worst in him, and had he not been tempered by his job, he might have scared you off by now.
Anything said was met with a deep hum or a one-word answer, whether by you or the hostess Nanami gave the bill to. He was still a gentleman, though he was now bold enough to put his hand on your mid-back.
The man’s jaw was tight as he led you back to his car, his mind seemingly far away. His walk gave away his impatience, moving a bit faster than when you arrived. That started to bother you; he'd clearly made his mind up about you, but you felt left out of that.
“Hey- What is your problem?!” You snapped, unable to take his increasingly odd behavior. “Don’t lead me around!! I'm starting to think you're just trying to trick me, you old pervert. I’m not some kid!!”
It was harsh, but your voice was too shaky to have any bite. You sounded flustered, more than anything.
Nanami hummed softly, agreeing with you wholeheartedly by taking a sweeping look of your body, noting the curves you had. Instead of answering you, he all but trapped you against the side of his car. The hand on your back suddenly held you where you were, firm and commanding.
The touch made you stiffen in every place but one. As his grip softened, his pinky brushing against bare skin, you felt your core melting in response. It felt so hot, you were shocked Nanami didn’t feel it radiating from you.
“My problem is you,” He answered quietly. His words didn’t match his face; the darkness in his eyes had grown as he leaned over you, the hand on your back sliding to the dip of your ass.
You flushed darkly, unable to look at him again as you pressed your back against the car. The air between you was heavy, the fluttering in your chest causing you to feel faint.
You couldn’t tell yourself you let him close because you wanted to see his suit up. You couldn’t say what color his buttons were, and you were eye level with one of them. His cologne sat in your sinuses like a pollen, lulling and arousing you all at once. It’s not a wood scent, and it wasn’t something flowery; it had an almost icy smell to it. You remember smelling something cheaper on other businessmen, and it It brings you back to his hand resting on the small of your back, his thumb drawing circles into your bare skin as he slipped it under your shirt.
You wanted to play. Fuck, you didn’t care about some dance you had to do in order for him to not think you were cheap. You’d fuck him for free, on sight, no name needed. Hell, if that growing hardness against your leg was what you thought it was, no face, either.
“Why’s that?” You asked after a moment, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
Nanami smiled secretively, brushing a lock of hair away from your face with his other hand. “Well… Truth is, Bunny, is that I wanted to behave around you because I think you’re delightful,” He purred, his polite tone dropping low. “I wanted to try and show you that I’m not the bastard your father painted me as. Saying that, I feel guilty for teasing you about talking too much. Truthfully… I could stare into your pretty, starry eyes forever when you talk about what you love. It’s so captivating… Any man you call your husband would never be lonely.”
You lose your breath as his forehead lightly tapped against yours. He could kiss you, if he wanted to; he didn’t have to lean that much farther, and you were already tilting your head up. By then, his scent felt like a poison seeping into your blood, turning it thick and syrupy. You forgot to breathe, to think, to even keep your mouth closed.
“But you make it difficult to behave like husband material, when you act like that. Bratty,” He purred, his voice growing even more sultry. His hand subtly flexed, squeezing the soft flesh underneath it. “I can’t help it. I don't want to wait- I want you right here and now. Make you absolutely speechless…”
You want to laugh, but all that came out was a small whimper. He wasn’t joking- he’d finally given in to his hand’s urge, and let it slide under your thin blouse, his knuckles running over your spine. Your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest, your eyes wide with awe as he tugged you closer, insistent.
“Let me be that man for you,” he begged, his breath fanning hot across your mouth.
You felt your adrenaline pumping, the urge to immediately submit creeping into your core. You could say no. You could say, “this is too far”. He was much older than you; not like you were a child, but it was enough to raise an eyebrow or two. There would be no way to escape accusations of being a sugar baby. If anyone in your family found out, your dad would be humiliated, especially at his job.
You swallow a lump of arousal in your throat. “Y-You want to… right now?” you ask hesitantly, hoping on some level that you had time to convince yourself to say no. You’d lose all the support from your father, if you didn’t; as much as you hated it, you needed that support.
“Little bit now… More later,” he promised with a coo. His mouth is so close to yours, but he’s still controlling himself. He won’t do anything until he heard “yes”, even when his lips were mere centimeters from yours.
You almost whine with need, your vision going hazy. “Okay,” you say, your tongue dry as cotton.
It’s almost graceful, the way he slides his hand over the curve of your ass. You gasp, and it’s swallowed by Nanami, that cool demeanor gone as he pressed his lips against yours. Your mouth opened almost on instinct, and he took advantage of it, hungrily tilting his head to slide his tongue into your mouth. Right away, the intensity makes your mind falter, your hands flailing shyly before resting them on the lapels of his suit.
After a second of completely dominating the kiss, he reeled himself in a bit, his hands squeezing your hips as he rested both of them there. The kiss turned molten then, his tongue sliding and twisting against yours as both your bodies pressed together.
With a low rumble, he pressed his thigh between your legs. The hand that had grabbed your ass grabbed it again, that time squeezing firmly as he dragged you up his thigh. You moan outright, your cunt grinding on his leg through your clothes. He could feel the heat, now; could just barely feel how soft and swollen you were, without him touching it once.
He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with what you now realize is arousal. You’d shifted from grabbing his jacket to rubbing his chest, outright encouraging him without a word. He smiled at the demure look on your face, seeing for himself what it took to get you to look like that.
“Cute. Open the door,” he ordered, grinding his knee against your crotch to encourage you.
Panting now, you fumble to grab the lever that opened the door. You couldn’t find it, and the trail of kisses he was leaving down your neck wasn’t helping. They were horribly sweet, which made the lewd grinding he was doing all the more dirty. You suddenly remembered you were in public, face turning beet red from mortification. Now, you wanted to get in the car just to get out of sight.
“Nanami-” you whined into his mouth, making him let out a low, pleased hum.
“Kento. My name,” He growled suddenly. “Say it.”
“K-Kento,” you breathe, squirming under his dominant aura. He liked the way you said his name; he rewarded you by taking your hand firmly in his, his thumb tracing the pulse of your wrist almost possessively. He guided it to the door- the backseat door, which had been closer to you than you thought.
After reminding yourself you were alright, you were safe… You opened the door and climbed inside.
Nanami was chasing after you within seconds, the door almost slamming behind him as he grabbed you. He put you in his lap, your back pressed to his chest and your legs splayed over his. Before you could react to being outright manhandled, he slid those manly hands underneath your knees, lifting your legs up in a way that made your stomach lurch and your face burn. He dropped one leg over his knee, holding the other as he quickly and deftly worked his way into your clothes. Not to take them off, mind you; just to get them out of his way. He’d been so patient up until that point, but now that he was allowed to touch you, it was like he couldn’t start fast enough. He popped the buttons of your shorts and pulled them past your ass, pulled your blouse over your collarbone to expose your bra and, by consequence, your breasts. That made him slow down, a bit, his mouth pressing to your ear as you felt his smirk.
“I’m going to break you right here,” he whispered sweetly. “Then, I’m going to take you home and fuck you until you break again. And then, when I’m done, you’re going to tell your daddy that whatever he’s paying for, he can pass that information to me. I’m not asking to be your perfect husband, I’m telling you- I am him.”
You try to tell yourself he’s just playing it up to arouse you, but you have a feeling he’s serious about that, too. It only arouses you more, your core twisting again as you throbbed around nothing.
You don’t expect him to suddenly pull on your underwear, grinding the fabric against your swollen cunt. You moan suddenly, the noise loud and whining in your ears. You can’t get away from it, and that’s why he does it.
“You drive me insane…” He moaned into your shoulder. He could feel every reaction you had under his fingertips- even the ones your body had to his words. He understood how little he knew you and how little he deserved to speak so egotistically, but God, he couldn’t help himself when he could feel your muscles clench under his fingertips.
You let out another, shaky moan as his digits finally ran through the wet mess between your legs. He rubbed over you through your panties just a little, then hooked a finger in them and pulled them to the side. You were already open and ready for him, your clit swollen from earlier and your lips parted.
He shuddered audibly, kissing along your temple as you whimpered. “You’re soaked,” he cooed, as if impressed. “It’s like you want to be punished.”
“Is this punishment?” You warble, unable to stop yourself. You let out a strangled mewl as he palmed your sex, grabbing it possessively. The act made your core buzz with that anxiety again, and that’s when you realize it’s pure, lustful thrill. If you even dared to think when that anxiety was in your bones, the only words that came back were “Fuck me”.
Nanami chuckled at the way you melted against him. He tapped your sex with a playful palm, making you jolt with every light slap. The taps weren’t hard enough to be painful, but enough to be felt. He stopped only to grind his palm against your clit, groping your entire cunt in his big, powerful hand.
You lost your words again, your legs twitching as you let out a string of warbling murmurs. “K-Kento, ‘mm sorry, I’ll be good, j-just… mhhf…” you slur, both not wanting him to stop tormenting you and wanting him to move on to a new torture.
He understood, and had a compromise; as you let out a string of gasps, he pushed a finger into you. He let out a purring groan of his own, feeling your soft, silken walls wet and pliant under his touch. He could reach deeper than your fingers could, and he easily found your sweet spot. Not like it was in a different place- in the back, a little curl, and-
“Fu-FuAH-!!!”
You learned what he meant by “break”- as soon as he was sure you could take two digits, he added a second, making you whine desperately as he curled both into your core. Your walls clenched like a vice around the intrusions as he thrust his fingers in and out slowly. He was so rushed to start, but once he had you where he wanted you, he was savoring it. Your mind felt like it was being dragged out through your cunt, your eyes struggling to stay open to watch his thumb rub lazy circles around your clit.
You hadn’t really taken a notice to how restrained you were. You barely remembered you had hands, let alone that you could easily move them from Nanami’s bicep and seatrest. Though he wasn’t holding your right leg, you couldn’t lift so easily thanks to the pressure his leg put on your joint- the kind of pressure that rendered everything below the knee basically useless. Your toes could curl, though, and they curled tight as he rocked his digits against your core.
“Good girl,” he purred into your ear. “You’re so good, sitting so comfy, taking it so well…”
Being called that made your cunt clench tightly around him, making Nanami leave a flurry of kisses on your shoulder. "Do you like it?" He asked lovingly, checking in on you.
You nodded desperately, rocking your hips absently into his hand as he ground his palm into your clit, splitting his digits to open you wider. “I like it,” You confessed innocently, unable to think of something clever.
“Oh, I know you do. You’re so wet… Does it feel good, having this old man pet your pussy?”
Immediately, a hot flush ran through you, and you regretted calling him old. In response to your silence, he chuckled darkly. He sped up his fingers, properly fucking you with them as he gripped your leg tightly with his other hand.
“Apologize. You hurt my feelings,” he growled, punctuating his words with a firm squeeze. Despite that, his tone carried a certain lightness to it. His anger was pretend, a game; there just to complete an act.
You’re in no position to get an attitude, even though the apology is needless. He has complete power over you- he wanted to hear you admit that out loud.
“‘Mm s-sorry… I-I didn’t m-m-mean it,” You manage to say, your words coming out as a stuttering sob. Your orgasm was building very fast within your core; the more Nanami curled and thrust his digits, hitting your sweet spot dead center, the more you felt yourself drowning in the sensations. He made lightning run along your spine, lava sink into your core. You couldn’t breathe, but you were panting like a bitch in heat. Everytime you took in air through your nose, his smell filled your senses, reminding you about the man making you squeal. Looking down became borderline dangerous, watching your skin ripple with the force of his digits only bringing you closer to the edge.
You’re so close when you hear Nanami click his tongue, his fingers sliding out of you for good. You whine brokenly, immediately annoyed that he’d leave you hanging.
You can barely make another sound before he’s pushing his wet digits into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. “Suck them until I say stop,” He commanded, his words quick and biting. With another, calm breath, he added, “And I’ll think about letting you cum,” with far more composure.
You should have guessed his intentions then and there, but you were naive. You sucked his fingers clean, forgetting all about your orgasm as you focused on taking his digits down your throat. You didn’t gag on them, your teeth catching on his knuckles. He let out an impressed sigh at the sight, his eyes flashing at the potential.
“That’s enough. Good,” He breathed, kissing you on the temple as he took his hand away from your mouth. He let your leg go, and you left it to drape over his thigh like the other leg. You didn’t want to move, anyways; why the everloving fuck would you want to move right now?
Soon, he was right back to teasing your wet sex, patting it before thrusting his digits in roughly. His other hand was free to run along the inside of your thigh and across your stomach, scratching through your short, coarse hair until he could tap your clit like a button, teasing you further as you warbled in awe. He didn’t just know where to touch you, he knew how to find places you didn’t even think were erotic. Places that hadn’t been until he touched them, and made the nerves tingle with giddy delight.
He did it over and over- brought you a second away from seeing stars, only to pull you down to earth and make you clean his hand to start all over again. Your mouth was sticky with your taste, saliva and juices running down your chin along with a few, wayward tears. You didn’t know it, but he could see your face in his rearview mirror- could see how much you rolled your eyes, the sight of which caused a lustful heat to settle behind his own.
“Please, please, please,” You whimper, arching your lower back as Nanami rubs over your clit with his thumb, nearly petting it. “Kento, please-!!!”
“Please what? Ask correctly.”
“Please fuck me,” You said immediately. There was no question what you wanted, at this point; you weren’t above begging. “I wanna cum, Kento. I-I’ll be good, I swear…!!”
He snorted at that, then chuckled deeply in appreciation, the sound vibrating against your back. He rubbed firm circles into your clit, his other arm holding you against his body as his head rested against yours. “You are good,” He breathed. “You’re so sweet, like this…”
The faster his digits rocked into you, tapping against your sweet spot over and over, the more you felt your body coiling up, your core radiating heat like the Sun.
“Cum for me, Bunny,” You heard him beg you, flicking your clit with his blunt nail. It was a moment where he let himself intentionally slip- let you hear just how mad he was for you. “Go on, baby, let me have it all…”
And you gave it to him, happily. With a low, sobbing scream, you came in his hand, the sensation crashing over you like a tidal wave. His mouth was all along your neck and shoulder as you mewled his name, your hips jerking upwards towards the feeling inside you. Nanami felt your muscles squeeze tight around his digits, and he faltered (albeit accidentally), his throat bobbing as he felt how tightly you gripped him.
“Fuck,” You heard him hiss into your skin, the sound barely audible.
You almost didn’t know what to say. You were glad you were so winded, your mind thrumming with aftershocks of pleasure. The hot kisses to your neck were all the conversation you needed. Though you expected Nanami to praise you, he was mysteriously quiet; he seemed to be thinking, the same fingers he used to make you cum now tapping thoughtfully against your stomach.
The kiss you shared was long, languid; Nanami was focused on the taste in your mouth, stealing it from you like shotgunning smoke. You could feel how hard he was against the curve of your ass; you weren’t sure when, but he’d unzipped his pants. Even then, his cock strained like it was going to rip through the satin of his underwear.
“Good girl,” You heard him compliment, his voice trembling with his desire. “Don’t lose this feeling… I’m not done with you, yet.”
You just nodded, too dazed to take any issue with that. In reality, you were grateful he wasn’t going to continue; his car, while nice, was far too small.
Though it must have been agony for him, he zipped up his pants. Carefully, he moved you until you were sitting alone in the seat. The man was determined, climbing into the driver’s seat with a hungry grimace. You saw him close his eyes for a brief moment, his hand moving quite obviously over himself to try and ease the desire coursing through him. Grabbing at himself like an animal trying to soothe a wound… You did that to him. And once you got somewhere nobody could save you, he was going to give it back to you until you fell in love with him.
Too late, you thought helplessly.
–
His home was spacious, but not large. It suited Nanami well; the space had perfect utility while still being comfortable. He kept it tidy, but allowed elements of his personality to seep into the space. You noted the strange weapon he kept by the door with wide eyes. Considering it was wrapped up, however, you assumed it was just in case of suspicious guests; with all the sorcerer activity around town, you could understand why he'd feel the need to keep it there.
Nanami was composed from the moment his key was in the ignition until the instant he locked his door with you behind it. Once he had you, though, he was immediately taking off his watch and tie.
“Wait in my bedroom- last door on the right,” Nanami demanded. “You better be naked when I come in, Bunny.”
You feel your core pulse with need all over again. He had such a calm way of ordering you around, it didn’t feel like he was asserting himself. You rush to obey him, knowing what door he meant by the blonde, Nanami-colored cat sticker on it. You wondered if he put it there, or someone from a previous one night stand had done it for the next person. Either way, very helpful.
You hear him moving about in the bathroom. Although part of you wanted to leave your clothes on to see if he’d rip them off, you worried he might make you leave his house naked after you were done. Fearing he was that kind of punishing, you hurriedly pulled off your shorts and blouse. Your panties were ruined, soaked with your fluids. You had to peel them off, and you could feel the strings of fluid it left behind.
You heard something behind you as you removed your underwear. You turned your head to see Nanami in his doorway, the doorknob crushed in his fist. His eyes darted around your body, unsure what part drove him the wildest. He settled on your glistening cunt for a long moment, then your supple chest, watching as you straightened your back. Finally, though, his eyes rested with intense purpose on your face. The look made you feel a bit nervous from its ferocity, your ears growing hot and your lips curling into a shy smile.
He answered it with a warm quirk of his lips. “I told you to get on the bed,” He said cooly, approaching you with graceful, long strides. It caused a jolt of aroused thrill to run through you, sparking you back into the mood. You tried to correct your mistake, but he grabbed you before you could. Gracefully, he tossed you on the bed with barely any effort. He held your sides and put you on your stomach rather pointedly, keeping you there with a warm, wide hand across your back. The touch had started from the top of your head and ran down, arching your back as his fingers swept across your throat.
“Spread your legs, Bunny. Let me see,” he purred, making you shudder.
You hesitate, but only because you didn’t want to look as desperate as you felt. It shouldn’t be so easy for him to boss you around, but he could do it without raising his voice. You tried not to think too much; you didn’t overthink your past one-night stands.
(No one-time fling had been like this. Ever. Nanami seemingly existed to give you hope in the male race, and you didn't want to let him go.)
He kissed down your spine, worshiping every curve and swell in your body. He never bit you- never left anything more than a light hickey. As such, he leaves you drowning in sweet pleasure, a tickled smile on your lips. You know what he’s going to do- there’s only one destination, and you looked absolutely delectable to him.
“Kento…” You whine. He knelt off his bed for a better angle at your cunt, and when he had it, he dove in.
You moaned outright as his tongue wiggled flat over your vulva, curling over your clit before sucking lightly on it. You grip the sheets as he pulled you closer to his mouth, dipping his tongue inside to bathe his tongue in your sweet taste. He cleaned up your previous orgasm, soothing over the muscles he’d so viciously teased in his car. You were almost overwhelmed by the technique, your voice loud and uncensored now that you were in a private space.
“N-Not like this-!!” you gasp out, trying to beg for him to hurry up. He’d make you cum if he kept going, and you wanted him inside you.
“Na-!”
Before you could say anymore, though, a piece of fabric was fit like a horse bit between your teeth. His tie, you realized, the fact making a buzz start in the back of your head. He tied it over that spot, his fingers dancing over your strained lips as he kissed your tear-stained cheek.
“Roll over, darling. I want to see you, this time,” Nanami growled softly. He stepped back and started to undress, exposing an absolutely cut frame with each layer. You rolled over just so you could have a better view, teething the fabric until it was wet with saliva. You assumed he worked out, but he was truly incredible. For someone who seemed so serious, you thought, his body was way too erotic.
He caught you staring, cocking his head to the side with bemusement. He was deliberate with his belt, demonstrating his control over himself and you as he remained patient. It slipped, but never dropped- much like his slacks, which dipped to reveal dark boxer briefs and a taut stomach. He had to push them down his powerful legs and step out of them, using the movement to return to you. His underwear was all that was left; as he climbed onto the bed, he peeled them off, hissing with relief as his cock was finally allowed to breathe.
Your mouth watered, much to your embarrassment. How could you not, though? He was a full package- thick, long, with a pronounced vein that curled around the shaft. He was flushed nearly purple with desire; with one, solid pump in Nanami’s fist, it began to leak clear, pearly fluid.
“Scared?” He asked around a sharp breath, taking your doe-eyed look as a sign of fear. He was so handsome, looking down at you with both honest concern and mild desperation. “Do you need a minute?”
You shake your head, your heart clenching tightly at his gentle tone. In an instant, all that dominating aura was gone, replaced with someone who’d do anything you needed him to. He didn’t want to have sex- he wanted to have sex with you. If you weren’t willing, it wouldn’t happen; he didn’t have to reassure you of that.
But you? Unwilling? Not with Nanami.
You spread your legs wider for him, craving that dominating aura again. Though your hands are free, you don’t pull the tie out of your mouth. You keep it pinned between your lips, your hands instead reaching out for him.
He faltered, his mouth twisting from his attempt not to grin. He’d been worried (was always worried) that he was approaching you too fast, too aggressive, too roughly. That look in your eyes had worried him further, and he’d completely misunderstood why it was there. His partners always made him feel vulnerable, in that way- it was necessary to lay your neck out like that to truly be with someone, after all. But you were the first that seemed unashamed to reassure him that, yes, you were not only fine, but you were having the time of your life. He adored being so wanted, and most importantly, being told he was so wanted.
If your father had been so honest, he might have stayed with the company.
You didn’t make his mistakes.
Nanami crawled over you, muscles rolling under his skin as he lined himself up. With his lips pressed to your jaw, he took your wrists in one hand and put them above your head. You hadn’t noticed, but he’d kept his belt within reach. You felt the leather around your wrists more in your gut, the buckle pressed to your fluttering pulse.
“Don’t look away,” he commanded.
You didn’t. You couldn’t.
You could feel his length against your mound, rubbing over your stomach before sliding down to your cunt. With hands tightening their grip on your body, Nanami pushed into you, stretching your muscles with his heavy length. You let out an audible shudder as he did, the sound growing absolutely filthy as he sunk deep into your gummy walls. Every inch made a new layer of bliss fill you; as he pushed further than the other men you had, you realized exactly how low your bar had been. He felt almost punishing, making your every breath a whining strain for sanity. Of course, your mind was the only thing struggling to take him; your body was more than welcoming after being played with. It wrapped tight around his length and drew him closer, leaking hot juices as you fluttered and pulsed with need.
He growled with what you could only think of as pure relief, his cold eyes closing as a shudder ran through his frame. His stomach tightened in time with his cock throbbing, his hips flush to yours as he rocked them. He committed the feeling of you wrapped around him to memory right then and there, breathing in your scent as his parted lips rested over your heart.
Then his eyes darted up to yours once again, and it made you twitch around him. His hair had fallen loose, a few blonde strands falling across his forehead. The look he gave you was determined, utterly gorgeous when you knew what he wanted.
His hands pawed at your thighs to find a grip he liked. When he had it, he lifted your lower half up, snapping his hips into you at an angle that he liked. It made your walls jolt and twitch wildly around him, your eyes growing wide as you whimpered around his tie.
He fucked you like a toy- his favorite toy, one he loved to play with every single day. He may not have been rough, but he was brutal. You could only lay back and let him drive into you, those sweet lips against your heart now wrapping around your left breast. Nanami didn’t bite, yes, but he still used his teeth, baring them to really feel the weight of the soft flesh in his mouth.
You moaned his name, your sounds almost panicked from how overwhelming he was. You were certain this wasn’t even the hardest he could thrust, but you felt like he was rearranging your guts everytime he bottomed out. The hardest was when he decided to play with your other breast, his thrusts growing punishingly shallow and slow as he sucked. He stirred something deep in your core, curling your toes with the attention. His hands held firm around your waist, pulling your back as he drilled his cock against your sweet spot. Lights danced in your vision, a familiar tingling starting in your lower half as your body rocked.
“You’re doing so good, darling,” Nanami praised, kissing along your neck. “I can feel how much you want me… So good.. So…”
His words started growing more dazed as you pulsed around him, his words causing your cunt to milk his cock in response. When you realized how much that distracted him, you started doing it on purpose, clenching tight around his cock as praise spilled from his lips.
You knew exactly when he figured out it was purposeful. His hands smoothed over your thighs, his fingers digging into the supple flesh as he pulled out a bit.
“Just when I think you’re being good, too… You pretty little slut - ”
He said it like it was a compliment, the words biting in your ear. You can’t help but grin, guilty as charged.
You keen as your hips hit the bed. He suddenly pounded into your tight cunt, all that strength you’d known he was hiding finally on display. The bed rocked with the force he put into fucking you, his hands pulling you back to him everytime you were pushed just a bit too far away. The wet slaps of your hips filled the room in time with your wails, your back arching and writhing.
“That’s it,” He purred in your ear, his cock throbbing rather tellingly. “I’ll take care of you, just let go… That’s it… Good girl…”
You sobbed, your orgasm building up as he cooed encouragement into your ear. As one thrust hits your sweet spot just right, your vision goes white, your orgasm blooming out from where he was buried inside you to the rest of your body. You mewled, head thrown back as the aftershocks hit you almost as hard as the orgasm did. You could hear his voice in your ear- soothing, adoring, but begging you to hang on.
Because, you realize with a low whine, he wasn’t done. He fucked you right through your orgasm, savoring your cunt squeezing his cock like a vice. He dragged it out until it was nearly unbearable, your mind spinning as you clung to the pillow under your hands for dear life. Eventually, Nanami had enough, his thrusts stuttering as he seated himself inside you completely. With his length pulsing in time with your body, his cum flooded your deepest crevices, his moan reverent.
He slipped his tie from your mouth and kissed you, wiping your overstimulated tears from your face with his thumbs. “What’s my name?” he asked quietly, speaking directly into your mouth.
“N-Na…Nanami K-Kento,” You stammer, fighting through a syrupy haze to answer him.
He smiled, and pecked your lips. “Hm... You still remember it. Maybe next time,” He cooed playfully.
His strong arms cradled you as you both came down from your high, his hips gently rocking as he slid out of your abused hole. You were surprised to feel he was still half-hard, still hungry. You remembered, then, that Nanami had been edging himself since he met you; it’d be understandable that he wouldn’t be satisfied cumming just once.
He laid back, though, not wanting to hurt you. And he would, if he kept fucking you like he wanted. He’d wanted things to last longer, to be gentler, but you inspired a very feral desire in him that he rarely felt confident in entertaining. He’d guessed from just a look that you were compatible, and he was a little impressed with himself with how correct he’d been.
He had time, he thought. You weren’t going anywhere. You still had to take his measurements for his new suit.
Meanwhile, you laid your head on his chest, curled up in his arms as you slowly came back to Earth. You were considering Nanami's promise. Hard not to consider it, watching his perfect cock twitch and flex against his stomach, dripping with your combined orgasms. He wanted to be the man you were looking for, because you were already everything he wanted.
He’d get up soon, when his muscles stopped spasming. The impulse appeared and presented itself, and you didn’t deny it.
Nanami hummed lowly as he felt your body leave his arms, one gray eye peeking open to see you draping yourself across his abdomen. He read you like a book, letting out a hiss of air. “Hm… Come back, Bunny, don’t worry about that. I’m satisfied, darling,” He mumbled, reaching for you. He could have tried harder to grab you, if he really wanted you to; however, he got lost in the twist of your frame, your full, perky ass sitting squarely in his face.
His hand rested on your back, sensually running it along your side. “Bunny…” He warned, his voice carrying a smile.
You didn’t listen to him. You thought he was too tired to go all “brat tamer” on you now that he’s fucked you. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, a thrill going down your spine as you felt just how thick he was. You’re not shy- you lick the tip of his cock, smirking as it jolts and weeps under your delicate tongue. You catch the precum in your tongue, then use it to paint over the vein along his shaft.
"Bunny."
You froze as he suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair, his cock pulsing at full mast. He nudged your face against it, dragging a wet stripe across your soft cheek as he let out a controlled, dark sigh.
“Clean it up. Clearly, I really do need to break you to get you to behave.”
You whimper, your lips trembling with your eagerness. Clearly, he really did.