Sorcerer!Nanami X Sorcerer!Reader

Sorcerer!Nanami x Sorcerer!Reader

While fighting a curse you're hit with an aphrodisiac. Nanami comes to your rescue but the effect doesn't wear off after he exorcises the curse, uh oh! [ao3]

cw: dubcon (aphrodisiac), brief tentacle-y curse, hurt/comfort

wc: 2897

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You could do missions like this in your sleep. It was just bad luck, really. Nanami had reluctantly agreed to split up with you after you convinced him things would be much faster this way. And besides, you could handle yourself, you thought. Famous last words, and all that... 

The curse had been hidden in the attic, its bulbous eyes glowing faintly in the musty dark. It surprised you, wrapping a long limb around your ankle before you could muster the cursed energy to defend yourself. You managed to cut off the appendage with a sword thrust, but the place where it had touched your skin burned cold. A tingling feeling crept up your leg. 

You turned back to it furiously, cursed energy flickering to life in the palm of your hand. But before you could advance, your leg went numb with a jolt. You hit the ground hard, dead weight from the waist down. It must have some sort of paralyzing defense mechanism, one that was steadily creeping up one side of your body. 

Four more dexterous limbs shot from the darkness, clamping around your wrists and ankles. You cried out as they pulled taut, lifting you helplessly off the ground. 

“Fucking hell. One of these perverted ass curses…”

As you writhed, the appendage curled tighter around your wrists, shifting to hold both above your head in one tentacle-like grasp. The newly freed one snaked its way along your jaw, pulsing steadily forward despite your attempts to jerk away. 

Your skin crawled at the contact, a vaguely wet invasion of cool flesh. It pressed against your lips, seeking entrance. You snapped your teeth, trying to keep it out, but it flattened itself to slip past your clamped jaw. The moment it got through, lolling fat and heavy on your tongue, something clicked off in your head. Your defenses melted away, replaced with an overwhelming need. 

A trickle of slick oozed slowly between your legs, your cunt suddenly clenching around nothing. A far-off, faint voice in your head begged you to resist, that the curse was using some sort of aphrodisiac to lower your defenses, but the voice faded into silence with a tender caress from the tentacle in your mouth.

You hung limply, eyes half-lidded as your awareness narrowed to each point of contact between the curse and your body. You needed to feel more of it- wanted it so badly you ached. The curse complied, its wide eyes still blinking from the dark corners of the attic as its appendages opened you up, spread and suspended in the center of the room. 

Self-preservation fled your body, and your desperate writhing slowed to a stop. The curse’s tentacles slunk down your arms and legs, tugging roughly at your uniform. The sound of ripping fabric seemed very far away. 

A fire was steadily building in your gut, licking outward until your whole body cried out for release. You needed an orgasm more than you needed escape, needed air, needed…

Nanami.

The sorcerer appeared in the room like a vengeful god, rage twisting his chiseled features as he spotted you. He swung his blunt sword into the body of the curse where it hid, effortlessly ripping it apart with his ratio technique. He didn’t wait to see if the blow had landed, of course it did, he was Nanami, before running for you with a shout of your name. 

Exorcised, the curse dissolved in a slow crawl, wet limbs becoming black char, then emptiness. The curl of slick muscle around your ankles and wrists disappeared and dropped you hard to the wooden floor. You gasped and choked as the tentacle that had been probing your mouth followed them. 

Nanami was at your side in seconds, his practiced hands checking for injury. You were too far gone to notice the way he trembled in relief as he found none. He shrugged off his jacket and slipped it over your shoulders, studiously keeping his eyes averted from your shredded uniform. 

With the curse’s invasive touch ripped away, you were left even needier, the aphrodisiac burning through your system. You whined high in your throat, blown pupils locked on the sorcerer leaning over you with such concern. His shoulders heaved with exertion, stretching his tight blue dress shirt. You wanted to sink your teeth into the leather of his harness, a suddenly ferocious urge that hurt.

You surged up on your knees, clinging to the bottom of his jacket. Your mind was blank except for the thought of getting him between your legs, using him to fill the impossible void in you. “Nanami.” You panted. “Nanami, fuck me. Plea-hah-please. Please fuck me…”

Nanami pried your fingers off his suit, looking down in horror at your dazed, needy expression. “You- I- what?” He bent down and grabbed your face in his hands, searching for your sanity. His voice was sharp with worry. “Did that thing hurt you?”

You shook your head quickly, frustrated that he was talking instead of shoving you down and filling you. Your legs shook as your cunt spasmed, aching, wet, and so painfully empty. “Not hurt. Just,” you shifted in his jacket to swipe two fingers between your folds, searching for a hint of relief. “Just wanna, need to- fuck I need to cum so fucking bad-” 

Nanami staggered, blindsided by your begging. He quickly realized that the curse had done something to you, hadn’t just overpowered you by brute strength. The sorcerer swore under his breath. He had to fix this. He couldn’t linger on how close he was to your exposed skin, the way your blush slunk down your neck to the top of your chest, maybe even lower…couldn’t take advantage of you like this, no matter how many times he had wondered exactly what you looked like naked. What you sounded like under him. The blonde bit his lip hard, swallowing his want. 

He knelt down next to you and pulled you into his side, rubbing your back a little roughly as he tried to soothe you. “Listen to me. You’re under the influence of something, a residual part of the curse. You don’t know what you’re saying.”  You tried to squirm tighter against him, your hands scrabbling for any part of him you could grab and yank closer. Nanami was gentle as he caught your wrists, folding your clutching fingers into his palm. 

“Mmmngh please Nanami, need it so bad…” you whined. “Need-hah- need you so fuckin’ bad…” He swallowed hard and the twitch of muscles in his neck made your mouth fall open. 

Heat rushed through his body when he saw you pressed against him like that, glossy lips parted, skin bare under his jacket, your chest heaving with little panting breaths. He felt his cock jump in his slacks and hated himself for it. “Please, you have to listen to me.” His voice cracked. “I’ll help you, get you back to campus, Shoko will know-”

You caught him by the tie and dragged his mouth to yours, crashing into him sloppily. Your tongue lolled against his lips, desperate to taste him, to get inside. Nanami’s eyes blew wide, then fluttered shut as he reached for the back of your head and held you to himself. You felt the rigid planes of his body relax, his lips impossibly soft, kissing you back almost lovingly- before he snapped back in control. 

You felt like crying as he tore away from you. “What the fuck, come back, can’t-ah-” Your need was a black hole and you were falling into it, torn apart, spaghettified. “Please help me, please, won’t make it back to-” you shuddered and fell back, head rolling.

That brought him back, corded arms supporting your neck and knees as he lowered you to the ground. When you met his gaze through the swirling fog of your arousal, it felt like an electric shock. “Kento,” you murmured, drooling a little down the side of your chin.

Goddamn it, why did you have to use his first name? He wiped away your drool with the back of his hand, brushed your hair off your forehead. He dragged one hand down his face as he sat down heavily beside you. “Does it hurt? What you’re feeling?”

To your credit, you tried to rally your two remaining braincells to answer him. You cast your focus down your body, trying to name the raw ache that was pulsing in you. “Not exactly p-pain…” you grimaced, pressing your thighs together and lifting your hips, trying to escape the pressure. “A little, maybe? I just-hah- just need. Need more than anything. Can’t- can’t breathe for it.” The incoherent explanation was all you could offer him, unsure yourself if you needed to be fucked, to cum, or just to ride out the ravaging desire.

You tried again to cum against your own fingers, slipping in the sopping wet of yourself when you reached down. Hot tears pricked at your eyes when it wasn’t enough, hardly a bucket on the inferno even when you squelched three fingers in. “God damn it!”

Nanami was staring, frozen, as you fingered yourself. His sharp cheekbones and the tips of his ears were stained a dark red. He groaned softly as you dragged your fingers out, his own fingers twitching to hold you when you arched your back and cried out in frustration. It hurt to see you like this, hurt even more to not be able to fix it.

“What can I do?” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, steeling himself to an impossible task. “Tell me what you need, please.” His voice was ragged, frayed at the edges, but he couldn’t keep watching as you suffered like this.

You pressed your hand to your mouth to muffle the scream that a new wave of lust ripped from you. The anxious tilt of his head, the tick of the muscles in his clenched jaw, the way his broad hands reached for you, they felt like blows to the chest. And it hurt so good. 

“Kento, please. I’m begging you. Please fuck me- mmmnghhh-” you moaned into your hand, arousal seeping down your thighs, puddling on the edge of the jacket you still wore.

He sucked in a slow breath and pushed aside the jacket to reveal your body underneath. His first, slightly hysterical thought: you really did blush all the way down. You bucked your hips up under his gaze, silently begging him to come closer. He placed a tentative hand on your hip but jerked back when the tiny action made you moan as if he was bottomed out in you. Sweat beaded at his hairline and rolled down his back. Almost unconsciously he whispered, “This isn’t how I imagined our first time.” 

It wasn’t how you had imagined it either, and you had imagined it plenty, but the part of you that might’ve cared about that was long gone. You grabbed Nanami’s hand and pressed it against your aching pussy, slicking him in your juices. You hissed through clenched teeth, “Need it now Kento,” and yanked him closer again by his leopard-print tie. 

He seemed to understand you that time and shook his head as if making a decision. “This is just to help you, okay? I can’t- don’t know what else to do. I’ll buy you dinner, later, take you out for real. Earn it.” He shifted to free his throbbing cock from his slacks as he made the promise, not sure if you were even hearing him.

Nanami lined himself up with your soaked cunt, sliding his swollen head along your folds. Your arousal collected on the tip, and he stroked himself hard a few times, coating his shaft in your wetness as a makeshift lube. He always had been methodical. He planted his hands on either side of you, caging you in as you writhed underneath him, needing more more MORE. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, biting his full bottom lip. True, you weren’t exactly yourself right now, but he wasn’t going to take chances. Wanted to be sure that this was the best he could do for you, right now.

“God yes, wan’ you so bad Kento,” you slurred, lifting your hips to meet him. “Need you to…hah- fuck this outta me…”

He bent down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, sliding inside you at the same time. You shrieked at the relief of fullness, finally, every twitch of his cock and brush of his lips amplified by the aphrodisiac. It felt like you were being broken apart and put back together, your body rebuilt to fit his length perfectly. You instinctually locked your legs around his back, earning a huff of surprise from the blonde as he was bent over you and pushed deeper. 

“Are you okay?” He groaned into your hair, dragging himself out ever so slightly before rocking back in all the way.

You clutched at his neck in response, running your fingers frantically over the sharpness of his undercut. The closeness of him was overwhelming you, your senses heightened by the curse. You could smell his aftershave and the vague vanilla of his cologne, taste the green tea he had had with breakfast, the metal and salt of his fear-sweat from thinking he could lose you to the curse. You sucked it all in like air. His hands anchored you to the ground as you bucked and squirmed against him, trying to fuck yourself on his cock when he didn’t keep moving. 

The dim haze of your mind worked out that he was waiting for a response still, noticed the twist of his lips and wide, worried eyes behind the glasses. “Y-yes, I’m good,” you panted, still clawing at him. “For fuck’s sake, don’t-ughh- stop! Need more!”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Nanami snapped his hips into you, gripping the softness at your waist to drag you up and down on his cock. He didn’t usually start like this, fuck, never would’ve gotten here so fast, but you all but growled at him if he tried to take it slow or make any sort of love to you. So he fucked you. Faster, harder, obeying your whimpered commands like the gentleman he was. 

His long fingers found your clit and rolled it hard, drawing you up and up into the orgasm that had drowned everything else out. He stroked you like he had done it hundreds of times, understanding your body implicitly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your straining neck. He kept up his punishing rhythm as he worked your clit, his thick cock stretching you deliciously, reaching places inside you that had never been touched. The fire inside you reached its peak, and you thought for a terrifying moment that you’d combust right there, burning up underneath him. Somehow, you went up and over the blaze, coming undone with a howl that was lost in the expanse of his chest as he held you close. 

You sobbed his name, and it was that, after all the roughness of your coupling, that pushed Kento into his own orgasm. Ever the gentleman, he slipped out of you when he felt his release closing in and came with a broken groan into his fist. Hot spurts of cum spilled from between his fingers, and he stroked your hair desperately with the other hand, his lips at your neck. 

Dimly, he realized that you were still wearing his jacket around your shaking shoulders, and he trembled. Fucking hell.

You blinked up at him, coming back to yourself, the aphrodisiac’s fire mercifully quenched. You still felt high on the afterglow of your orgasm, but the realization of the things you said and the way you acted fell into a pit in your stomach. You remembered what Nanami had said about your first time, and the pit grew spikes. “Oh, Kento…” 

Nanami looked at you with such relief when your voice sounded like you again, and your heart melted. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, taking your breath away. “Oh god, it worked! Are, are you alright? God, I’m so sorry.” His lip trembled and he tried to steady himself, looking at you with glassy eyes.

“I’m okay, Kento. Really, I am. And don’t apologize,” you hid your face against him. “Thank you.”

His broad shoulders shook, his harness creaking with the effort. It took a moment before you realized that he was crying. “Kento? I’m okay, I swear.” You pulled away to cup his face, lifting his glasses to thumb away the tears pooling on his long lashes. “I needed you and- I’m the one that should be sorry. I told us to split up,” your voice broke as you started to cry too, and you curled up against him.

You and Nanami held each other tight as the adrenaline wept out of your systems. He hiccuped as his crying softened, and the unexpected sound from the stoic man, somehow stranger than his tears, broke the tension. The two of you laughed, the sound like sunlight breaking through clouds. You used your fingers to shape his hair back into his signature part, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You leaned back just enough to smile crookedly at him. “I think you said something about taking me to dinner…?”

Satosugu-Vashwood parallels!!

- dark-haired traumatized men who are demonized and driven to commit atrocities but also take care of children who were victimized like they were

who are in love with and also enemies with/foils to…

- light-haired traumatized men who are idolized and driven to hide their pain with over-the-top humor and nonchalance but also feel intensely responsible for everyone else and are burdened by power from birth

one of which is doomed by the narrative to push the other forward toward their fate!!

Sometimes I forget that I’m an adult with a 9-5 job (omg nanami reference??) but then I realize that I can commission artists on here to make pretty pictures for my Papamin au fanfic 🤩

my heart 🥹

no peekiiiiing papamin~ 🐅 🎁

I once went to the Mothman Museum in West Virginia simply because I saw a sign for it on the highway and by god did it deliver- weird tiny place with the wildest stretches of exhibits and an incredibly caked-up statue of the Mothman himself

Sex on the Beach: Nanami x Fem!Reader

wc: 6,751 / explicit consent, praise kink, begging, teasing, hair pulling [ao3]

summary: You're on a long-overdue vacation to the beach and ask a handsome stranger to help you put on sunscreen. Smut ensues.

an: tysm for the love on my last post! this is a self-indulgent fic where the Shibuya Incident never happened and Nanami makes it to Malaysia <3

Kuantan really was incredible this time of year. You were laid back on a towel in the softest sand you had ever felt, watching fluffy clouds skate through the bright sky. It had been years since you had had a proper vacation, and you saved up all your time off for these two glorious weeks of rest and relaxation on the Malaysian coast. Your brain was blissfully empty of work-related stress. So empty, in fact, that long-dormant desires were reemerging in your mind…and other parts.

You restlessly pressed your thighs together, shifting in the sand. How long had it been since you had last been fucked? You were always just too busy, work and life sucking up your time and energy until you couldn’t even remember the last time you had been touched by something other than the vibrator you kept in your nightstand. You had picked a more secluded beach on purpose, but maybe you should’ve gone someplace where you could’ve at least come across a candidate for a vacation fling.

You prop yourself up on your elbows to gaze out across the empty beach. You had to admit it was gloriously peaceful. The dark blue waves lap the shore so gently, and the breeze is so delicious against your bare skin, that you find yourself drifting off to sleep.

A few hours pass before you’re woken with a start from the squawk of a seabird. You blink blearily against the glaring sun and lick sand from your dry lips. Your skin prickles with the beginnings of a sunburn, blotches of red speckling your chest and stomach. You unstick your back from the sweat-soaked towel and chug water, then retreat beneath the umbrella you had set up earlier. At least you didn’t have anywhere to be, no meeting to be late for… You sigh, firmly pushing work back out of your mind. Your cleavage is still a little burnt, but you’ll live. You just wish there was someone around to notice.

From your vantage point under the umbrella, you can comfortably watch the waves again. Your mind is pleasantly empty, and you’re close to sleeping again when you see a figure walking along the shoreline in the distance.

You lean forward and squint to see a tall, blonde man come in to view. He’s overdressed for the beach, but somehow it looks good on him. He looks strangely comfortable in his rolled-up slacks and dark blue dress shirt, and you blush a bit at the comparison to your tiny string bikini as you unabashedly watch him walk closer. You can almost see the stress rolling off him as he stretches his arms and rolls his shoulders, as if the smile he wears is brand new to him.

Your heart beats faster as you realize he’s settling down close to you on the empty beach. He spreads a tan blazer on the sand and sits on it, tilting his head back to catch the sun. Long, deft fingers unbutton his collar, and you have the sudden urge to press kisses down the line of his neck and along the pale slash of skin the action reveals.

At a distance, he was intriguing. Up close, he’s gorgeous. Maybe the unprecedented length of your dry spell makes you a little crazy, because before you have the chance to talk yourself out of it you’re walking toward him, clutching your bottle of sunscreen like a lifesaver.

The man looks up at you as you approach. His hair is pushed up on his forehead, held by a pair of sunglasses with green-tinted lenses. His gaze is curious, but neutral, and he waits for you to break the silence.

“Hi there!” You squeak, wishing you had prepped some sort of script. “I haven’t seen anyone around in ages, and I was wondering if you could,” you thrust the sunscreen bottle toward him, “help me put this on?”

He carefully marks his place in the book he was reading. “Of course.” His voice is deep and rich. It would be almost intimidating if not softened by the smile on his lips. “You’re the first person I’ve seen today. It’s so peaceful here.” He sighs contentedly as he stands, taking the offered bottle of sunscreen.

“I know, this is the first vacation I’ve had in ages. I actually picked this place because it’s so isolated.” You turn around to let him reach your back.

“I’m sorry to be spoiling your private beach, then.”

“Oh no, I don’t mind! You could say the same about me!”

“Mm, you’re not exactly taking away from the view.” You flush and look back at him in surprise but he just smiles wider at you. His face is made up of angles, from the chiseled jaw to the sharp points of his cheekbones, but they all soften when he smiles like that. He puts on a more serious face as he regards your body. “Where do you need it?”

Your mouth goes dry and you almost answer with something wildly embarrassing. Instead you bite your lip and answer shakily, “I always end up missing a spot on my back, but I haven’t put anything on yet...”

He nods and begins to apply sunscreen to the back of your neck. “Thank you,” you breathe. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Nanami Kento,” he offers. His hands are strong, but you can tell he’s being careful with you. He moves down to your shoulders and pauses as he nears the strap of your top. “May I?”

You feel his warm breath on the back of your neck and shiver despite the sunshine. He leans down to you, and his gravelly voice goes straight to your pussy when he continues, “I like to be thorough.”

Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod and slide down your bikini straps. His precise fingers work the cream along your new tan lines. “These are some of the riskiest areas for sunburn.” He gently lifts the thicker strap along your back and reaches beneath it, his fingers grazing every inch of your skin. He drags his hands down your spine, massaging the small of your back. Every place he touches is electrified, and every time his hands leave your body it’s a tragedy.

He’s done with your back too soon, but before you can ask, he drops to one knee and continues applying sunscreen to the back of your legs. He tilts his head closer as he concentrates, and the tips of his sandy hair tickle your thighs. You giggle at the sensation, and he puts his hands on your hips to turn you around.

Nanami is on his knees in front of you. He’s on his knees in front of you. Suddenly you can’t breathe, and a lazy smile spreads across his face at the look on yours.

“Is this okay?” You nod, your blush deep enough to match your sunburned chest. “Then let me continue.” His touch is firmer now, more confident. Nanami drags his hands down your hips and stays on his knees as he circles your calves, sliding his fingertips up and down your thighs. You close your eyes and focus on the sensations, breathing more heavily as he draws closer and closer to your pussy.

Suddenly he takes his hands away again. You whimper at the loss and he chuckles into your skin. “I don’t want to miss a spot.” He watches your eyes as he squirts more sunscreen into his palms, then slides his hands under your bathing suit and slowly reaches around to your ass. “Is this still okay?”

“Yes. Please, continue-” He squeezes your ass hard and you gasp.

“You feel lovely,” he murmurs, his hands tracing your curves and, true to his word, not leaving an inch of skin untouched. “But there’s more to cover.” He stands and smiles down at you, carefully massaging sunscreen down the front of your arms and legs. The sun is at his back and sets a halo at his head. He looks angelic. “Where else would you like me?”

Finally finding your voice, you take his hands and pull them toward your breasts. “I think I’m burning here…”

“Mm, yes you are.” He squints critically at the deep red shading across your chest. “We can’t have that, pretty girl.” He gently smears sunscreen along the dip of your cleavage.

You shyly lift your bikini top and let your breasts fall out, squished together by the elastic now bunched above them. Your nipples stiffen in the salty breeze, and you’re rewarded by the sight of Nanami swallowing hard before he reaches for you.

He cups your breasts cautiously, at first, like he’s been entrusted with something precious. The groan you let out at the contact seems to give him permission, though, and he grips you tighter, leaning forward to press his lips against your neck.

You fall into him and he catches you effortlessly, holding you against his broad chest while he trails kisses down your neck. You fumble at the buttons on his shirt and he laughs at your enthusiasm, then pulls away to undo them himself.

You all but drool at the sight of him. His business-casual beachwear was hiding a firm, powerful body, and it adds to the rush of the moment that such an innocent look was hiding muscles like that.

“What the hell do you do to look like this?”

“Don’t talk to me about work,” he growls, intent on untying your bikini top. You don’t have time to protest before his lips are on you again, kissing along your collarbone to your shoulder as his hands grip your waist. You pull his shirt off fully and toss it onto the sand. His mouth drags further down your body as you try to return the favor on any part you can reach, peppering kisses on his biceps, his wrists, his chest, and the top of his head as he bends to leave bruising kisses on your breasts.

You fling your arms around his neck when he stops for breath and feel the unmistakable throb of his erection against your stomach. From that touch alone, you can tell this man could ruin you. You reach eagerly to undo his pants but he quickly catches both your wrists in one powerful hand.

He tilts your chin up to look at him with the other. “Do you want this, Y/N?” He brushes his thumb along your cheekbone and watches your face attentively, the urgency of moments before forgotten as he waits for your consent.

“So badly.”

He smiles and lets go of your face. “Thank you, beautiful.”

His hands return to your body, greedier now. They roam every exposed bit of skin, soothing caresses following his lips and teeth as he nips along your neck and down to the swell of your breasts. He palms them roughly, his hands big enough to easily cover your tits. He swirls his tongue over one of your nipples and you shudder and cry out.

“You’re quite sensitive,” he murmurs against your skin. “This is going to be so much fun.”

“Wh- what are you going to do with me?” you huff out, dizzy at the heat of the sun and the warmth radiating from his body.

His eyes widen for a moment at your submissiveness but he quickly covers his surprise in a smirk. “This.”

Nanami sinks back down to his knees without breaking eye contact. He pulls you closer to him by the waist of your bikini, then brushes his fingertips along your slit over the fabric, already damp from his teasing.

“Wet for me already?” He sits back on his heels and smirks up at you. “Such a good girl. I can’t wait to see if you taste as lovely as you look.” Nanami kisses your hip, then drags the bikini bottoms down with his teeth.

You hide your face in your hands as you’re fully exposed, and he clicks his tongue. “Look at me. I want to see everything.”

As if to prove his point, Nanami gently, slowly spreads you open and groans at the sight of your slick dripping down your thighs. He wraps his hands around your ass for stability then dives into your cunt, lapping a long stripe from bottom to top with his flattened tongue.

You twist your fingers into his hair, holding on for dear life as he speeds up. He licks deeper on each pass, collecting your sweet juices. You shiver as he flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit, and cry out when he latches on and sucks the sensitive bud.

“Oh god…” your moan earns an approving hum from the blonde man and your legs shake as it reverberates up your core. He pulls away from you with a wet kiss, and the sight of him smiling up at you, chin glistening with your arousal, makes you burn.

“I was right. You taste just as lovely.”

Your laugh is a little hysterical and you sway unsteadily as you answer, “Thank you”.

“Mm, and so polite.” He winks at you, and the you can’t help but laugh.

“I’m not done yet though, pretty girl. Not by a long shot.”

You tremble, and he shifts immediately. “Forgive me, I’ve left you standing. Here, have a seat.”

“But there isn’t any-”

Nanami bends one knee as if he’s about to propose, and pulls you into his lap. “Use me, love.”

You wonder vaguely which way he means before the thought is emptied along with everything else in your mind with one thrust of his long finger into your soaking cunt.

You whimper at the sudden intrusion and he strokes your hair with the hand that isn’t buried inside of you.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He continues to soothe you as he pumps his finger in and out, curling up into your walls like he already knows all your secrets. A wet spot grows on his pristine slacks as you grind helplessly against his thigh.

“Nanami, please, more-” you pant into his shoulder.

At your request he slides another finger into you, and you hiss at the fullness. He doesn’t break his steady pace, taking every cue your body gives him. You’re coming undone on his fingers, and he adores the expression on your face as you do it.

He pushes a third finger into you and you stifle a scream against his shoulder.

“You can do this,” he whispers, giving you time to adjust before beginning to pump his hand again. “You look like an angel.”

You might have agreed, if angels were generally known to be messy-haired, red-faced sluts edging closer to orgasm against the strong fingers of a sexy stranger.

Your pussy throbs at each press of his deft fingers, stretching you further than you’ve ever been. The strain melts quickly into pleasure and his hands feel like they were made to fuck you alone.

“Nanami, I’m-!”

“That’s it, baby girl. Cum for me.” He crushes his lips to your neck in an open-mouthed kiss, urging you on with whispered praises.

Your climax hits you like a wave and you crumple into him, utterly spent.

Nanami kisses your forehead and sets you gently down on his blazer, still spread on the sand below you. You watch as he lazily brings his fingers to his lips and drags his own mouth open in a lewd display. He licks your cum off each finger deliberately, then sucks them clean with a satisfied smile.

The sight brings another flood to your fucked pussy. Something about the confident filthiness of the action from a man that looks as straightlaced as he does…you’re left breathless.

“You’re incredible, Y/N.” His voice is quiet, reverential as he watches your face.

You want to say something equally hot back, but notice the giant wet patch on his pants. “Nanami, I ruined your pants!”

Confused, he looks down and realizes what you’re staring at. His laugh is almost enough to make you fall in love right there.

“Hmm, let me fix that.” He stands, brushing sand from his legs, and strips off his pants in one smooth motion. “This better?”

You can only nod dumbly. Not only does this man have muscles in places you’ve never seen muscles before, but he’s standing in front of you in nothing but a pair of very tight boxer briefs. The reason for the tightness is currently straining against his waistband in an imprint that sets your mouth watering. He’s huge.

You push yourself up off the sand where he laid you and crawl toward him, lips parted and glistening with want. He lets out a low groan and roughly palms himself through his briefs as you near him, closing his eyes as you press your face against his bulge.

You press a kiss to the tent of his cock, your hot breath making it jump and twitch. “I need to taste you,” you plead between kisses, “can I please?”

“God yes,” Nanami growls, pushing his underwear down. His cock springs free and slaps against his abs, achingly hard and already leaking precum.

“Look what you’ve done to me.” He smirks at your wide eyes and grasps your hair in his fist.

You cry out at the tension in your scalp but the sound is immediately smothered as Nanami shoves your face into his crotch. He presses you to him roughly, grinding his hips into your face and smearing precum on your cheeks. Your hair is gathered into a ponytail in his strong fist and he moves you like a doll, dragging your face along his length as you whimper and moan.

“Stick out your tongue, pretty girl.” You obey immediately and Nanami taps his flushed tip on your tongue teasingly. “Good girl. Now take a deep breath-”

You suck in a gasp just in time. He sheathes himself inside your mouth in one deep thrust and you squeal around his cock, digging your nails into his thighs to keep your balance. He holds you against him for a moment before pulling back out, then grips your cheeks with the hand not tangled in your hair.

“You take me so well.”

You flush at the praise and feel another gush of warm arousal slide down your inner thighs. You want to keep making him proud, and driven by that urge, you wrap your hands around the base of his shaft and stretch your lips around his thick tip, licking sloppily at the underside.

Nanami moans, his eyes dark as he watches you bob on his cock. You’re a drooling mess, pumping your hands around his length and meeting your own lips with your hands as you stroke and suck him.

“Mmm you…taste so good…” you slur through your full mouth. Salt, sunshine, and sweat mingle on his skin.

He looks down at you adoringly as he stuffs your mouth again, pushing past your gag reflex to the back of your throat. Though he’s fucking your mouth mercilessly, your compliment makes a blush appear on his sharp cheekbones. Tears pool on your eyelashes as you gag and he brushes them gently away without slowing his thrusts.

“That’s it, love, where…where do you want me to-?” his voice breaks as he questions you.

In a wordless answer you grab his waist and pull him even closer to you, choking yourself with his length. Your nose is pressed into his blonde pubic hair and drool drips down your face as you hold yourself down on his cock. The spasm of your throat pushes him over the edge, and Nanami growls your name as hot ropes of his cum splatter into you.

He slides out of you in slow motion, amazed that you could take it all. You kiss his tip, collecting the last drops of his seed on your swollen lips. He releases your hair and smooths it away from your sweaty face.

“Thank you for letting me taste you, Nanami,” you say lightly, as if your earlier conversation hadn’t been interrupted by anything at all.

He runs a shaky hand through his hair and you relish the awe on his fucked-out pretty face. “Thank me? Y/N…” he laughs helplessly. “You’re unbelievable.”

The sight of this powerful, confident man unraveling for you makes you want much, much more.

Almost shy now, he helps you up off the sand and wraps his arms around you tightly. “May I kiss you?”

“Nanami, you just had your dick down my throat.”

He blushes deeply and hides his face in your shoulder. “Trust me, I know. I just-”

You interrupt him by carding your hands through his hair, gently tugging his head back to face you. “Yes you may.”

Nanami kisses you softly at first, his full lips almost tentative on yours. He tastes honey-sweet, like fresh bread with a hint of salt from the ocean air. He waits patiently to deepen the kiss until you sigh against his mouth, fingers twisting in his hair and pulling him closer. He traces your bottom lip with his tongue, sucking lightly on it before leaning back to brush his lips on the corners of your mouth.

You giggle at the sensation and feel his smile against your lips. He curls his arm around your waist, swallowing your moans at the possessive contact. You kiss him hungrily, sealing your lips against him until you’re both breathless.

Nanami’s cock has hardened again, tapping impatiently against your stomach as you devour him. You reach down to stroke him and feel the man melt into you, panting with each squeeze of your hand. 

“Don’t tease me,” he grits out, his blown-out pupils and frantic pulse telling a different story.

Knowing you have the upper hand, you let go of him and pout. “You want me to stop, then?”

He tilts his head pleadingly, the spikes of his usually impeccable hair fallen over his eyes by your tugging fingers.  You aren’t going to give in that easily.

“Because I can stop…” you take a step back, smirking at him.

Faster than you can anticipate, Nanami is on you, your name a strangled whisper in his throat. The force of him sends you backward into the sand, his arms cushioning your fall as he lands on top of you. His arms are caged on either side of your head and he punctuates each word with a kiss to your face, landing everywhere but your lips. “Don’t start fights you can’t win, love.”

The muscles of his arms flex on either side of your head, and you have the sudden urge to sink your teeth into his biceps. You shift a little under his body, though he’s holding himself carefully so as not to crush you too much. 

“Such a gentleman…” you murmur drunkenly, and his eyebrows knit together as he looks down at you, your faces agonizingly close.

“Is that what you want?” He skims one gentle finger down the side of your face, settling on your mouth. “You want me to be a gentleman?” He drags your lips open with gentle pressure, sliding his finger in to push down your tongue.

“Nanamiii…” you whine his name around his finger, hardly registering embarrassment at the neediness of it. 

“Yes, love?” He tilts his head at you, his face infuriatingly neutral. You would think he was simply sitting across from you at a cafe or even an office, if not for the pulse of his heartbeat in his throat. Given the luxury of looking closer, you notice the tremble in his tight-pressed lips, and the bright spots of color on his marble cheeks. Oh. He wants you.

You kiss the tip of his finger as he pulls it away, still waiting for your response, holding himself back with superhuman restraint until he hears how you feel. 

“You’re right,” you sigh, rolling your hips into him. “I don’t want you to be a gentleman.” You reach a hand up to run your palm down the planes of his muscular chest, then pull his head down to whisper against his ear. “I want you to ruin me.”

The blonde’s composure shatters at your words and he groans against your neck, grinding his hips down to meet yours. “As you wish, pretty girl.”

His hands and mouth are everywhere, fistfuls of your hair being grabbed and released just as quickly as he finds another place to take hold, cupping your breasts, squeezing your thighs, leaving fingertip-bruises on your waist. Anything to draw you closer to him, as if he couldn’t get enough of your body. His lips are greedy, smashing into yours with an intensity you haven’t felt before, and he leaves them only to press open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest. 

“So, so beautiful…” he murmurs. He pauses his attentions to hike his knee up, pressing hard between your legs. The contact makes you see stars, and you buck your hips instantly, trying to get more friction.

“And eager…” Nanami smiles down at you as he wraps his hand around each of your thighs, pressing them apart. “Patience, pretty girl.”

You whimper in frustration as he slowly spreads your legs, blushing when you notice the soft smile on his face at your complaints.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” you huff.

“No such thing,” he grins at you, forcing your legs even wider. You feel a deep burn at the stretch, but he doesn’t push you further than you can go. It’s like he knows your exact limits and wants to bring you to the brink without pushing you off. New sparks fly down your spine with the realization that he loves watching you dangle just over the edge.

His green glasses sparkle on top of his head, reflecting the sun on his blonde hair as he looks down at you. He slides his hands down from your knees to your thighs, his breath trembling the slightest bit. 

“You look so beautiful spread out for me like this.” His voice is quiet, reverential, in a way that doesn’t match the firm grip holding you open. You blush and look away, and Nanami laughs, the sound brighter than the blue sky behind him. 

“So compliments make you shy, but not throwing yourself at me on an empty beach?” He shakes his head, another laugh bubbling up. “I call you beautiful and you melt, but you were just fine sauntering up to me in that barely-there bikini, all helpless with your sunscreen…” 

He punctuates his sentence with a deep kiss, a string of spit connecting the two of you when he pulls away. 

“I was just trying to relax and read my book…” He trails feathery kisses over the fading redness on your chest. “But it seems you couldn’t help yourself when you saw me.” He leans closer to nip at your earlobe, chuckling at the yelp it elicits. 

“Is that right, pretty girl? Don’t tell me a responsible career woman like you was really waiting for a man to come and save her from the sun.”

You’ve been mesmerized as he talked, the teasing sparking an aching heat in your core. Your mind is blank but you fuzzily try to think of a comeback. “You don’t know me,” you roll your eyes half-heartedly.

“Don’t I?” Nanami smiles and presses his face to your neck, inhaling your scent. His voice is barely a whisper against your skin. “I know how you taste. I know how you look on your knees, drooling for me. I know what pretty little sound you make when you cum.”

Your face is on fire now, his words leaving your pussy dripping. “Kento…” you breathe, his name a prayer.

He flushes at the use of his first name and you feel him swallow hard. “Yes?”

“Oh, please…”

Without meaning to, you’ve turned the tables on the blonde man. Your desperation undoes him, and you feel the warm stickiness of precum pooling on your stomach where his throbbing cock is pressed.

“Please what?” he tries to growl, but it comes out strained.

“Please Kento. I need you so badly. More than anything I…” you bite your lip, your cunt spasming around nothing as you try to wiggle down onto his knee, still pinning you open.

“My needy, beautiful girl…” he sighs against you, dragging his face away from your neck almost reluctantly. “You can’t be real.” He drops kisses along your jaw, his eyes closing blissfully. You wrap your arms around him, stroking from the base of his neck to the curve of his ass, reveling in his body as it responds to your touch.

“I’m real,” you whisper, your fingers brushing over the fuzz of his undercut. “I’m real,” you repeat, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. “And I’m all yours, Kento.”

The moan you pull from Nanami is broken open, dark and wanting. He releases your legs and pulls away his knee, lining himself up with your soaked cunt. His eyes are dark and wide as he looks down at you, chest heaving. He crashes his lips into yours and slides into you in one motion, swallowing your cry as you stretch around his thickness. 

His tongue tangles around yours as he drags his hips back and slams into you again, your back arching off the sand to meet his thrust. He doesn’t give you time to breathe or adjust before he’s bottoming out in you, your arousal pooling in the sand underneath your ass. You gasp as the air is forced out of your lungs by Nanami’s chest. You’re pinned beneath his weight, and he rocks his hips up desperate to gain another millimeter of depth. You’ve never felt so full. It feels like it takes an eternity for him to slide back out of you, inch after solid inch.

Nanami groans low in his throat, pushing himself up off of you to watch himself pull out of your twitching pussy. He pauses when his thick head is just barely pressing into you, and rocks back and forth gently, teasingly. His hungry eyes focus on you and his shoulders relax, the primal need simmering into something kinder.

He drapes his long fingers around your neck as gently as a silk scarf. “You’re so beautiful like this.” He increases the pressure slightly, his lips parting at the same time as yours, a breath of air mixing between you. Nanami continues to slip in and out of you slowly, his flushed tip dragging against your clit with each movement. It’s maddening.

“You’re…killing me, Kento…” you struggle out, one hand reaching up to clutch around his. “I can’t…take it…I need…”

“What do you need, pretty girl?” The man asks, his eyes half-lidded. He looks completely at peace on top of you and inside you, but it isn’t enough.

“You know what I need.” Shame at your desperation pricks down your scalp and his free hand swipes across your reddening cheeks. 

“I think I do, yes.” His chuckle is an earthquake against your ribs. “But I need to hear you say it, love.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, the loving gesture at odds with his constricting hand on your throat and incessant teasing against your sensitive bud. You shiver and take a breath, trying your best to ignore the new flood of wetness around his cock at the thought of begging him.

“Kento…” his eyes flutter shut and he’s pressed halfway in to you before he snaps back to himself, pulling back out to the edge of you with a growl. This loss feels even worse than the first, and the moan rips from your throat before you can stop it. Suddenly you’re begging, really begging , hardly a thought to the dirty words pouring from your lips.

“ Please Kento, fucking hell I can’t…oh please, I need you so goddamn badly.” You’re whimpering now, writhing your hips in the sand, trying to force him deeper. Nanami watches you with his jaw clenched, eyes bright as stars. It’s taking everything in him to wait out your pleas, trapped between wanting to see how far you’ll go and wanting to fuck you like an animal.

“Good girl,” he murmurs hotly, his hand meeting the base of his cock to gently press against your clit. “Such a good girl for me.”

“I am your good girl, I- I’ll be anything, do anything you want me to. Just please, fuck me, I’m begging you, please…” tears pool on your eyelashes as your need grows, ripping you apart. 

He pinches your clit suddenly, the feeling making you cry out behind a muffling hand. He rolls the bud in his fingertips, his head pushing in and out past your lips, making you squirm even more. Your back is covered in sand now, your hair highlighted in streaks of gold. 

“I want you to cum for me,” Nanami says simply, his blown-out pupils locked on yours. The man has the discipline of a monk, every cell in his body straining to wait out your pleasure before giving in to his own. “Please?” he adds like an afterthought, biting his lip almost shyly as he concentrates on your clit, using the tip of his cock like a toy.

You crumble, reaching up to yank him down for a passionate kiss, drinking the man in like water. You moan his name as you spasm around him, throwing your head back as he works you through your orgasm.

“That’s my girl,” he smiles shakily. “Ready?”

You nod, and Nanami fists your hair into a ponytail, forcing your head and neck up. You’re nearly folded in half, held up by his tight grip on your hair.

“I want you to watch me take you, pretty girl.” Nanami’s sunglasses fall halfway down his forehead as he looks down, drinking in the sight of your pussy trying to suck him in.

He shifts to plant his knees in the sand and they slide all the way down, landing on the bridge of his nose. He doesn’t stop to remove them, his burning eyes hidden behind green glass for what comes next. Nanami sheathes himself inside of you slowly this time, holding you up to watch as his beautiful cock plunges into you. Your neck aches at the angle but you’re helpless in his hands, watching slack-jawed as he impales you on himself. 

He watches too, the only emotion betrayed by the sigh that spills over his full lips. The glasses make him look more distant, intimidating somehow. You realize dimly that his gentle eyes were part of why you had been ready to trust him so quickly. You shiver at the power he exudes with that vulnerability hidden.  This time, mercifully, he doesn’t leave you empty for long, quickly establishing a punishing rhythm. His balls slap against your ass, the wet sounds mixing with the peaceful lap of waves on the shore. His sunglasses flash in the sunlight, his lips falling open with a groan as he pounds into you.

“God, you take me so fucking well…” his abs glisten with sweat and you stick your tongue out mindlessly, wanting a taste. His lips curl into a smile and he leans down to drop a kiss on your waiting tongue. You whimper, unsatisfied, and his smile turns sharper. 

“Not what you wanted, love? How naughty you are.” He pursed his lips, and a thin stream of his spit hit the back of your tongue. You swallow eagerly and he moans at the lewd sight. 

Nanami laughs unbelievingly, a shaky hand pushing back his hair. His thigh muscles tensed as he pistoned into you, the two of you gasping in symphony as you watched his length disappear into you, reaching a tender spot on your walls. Your back had started to tremble under the strain of being bent forward, and Nanami’s lips tightened when he noticed. He gave a disappointed sigh but laid you back down, massaging your scalp where he had been holding you.

“Forgive me,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to yours. “You make me lose my mind a bit.”

His confession told you that it was rare indeed for Nanami Kento to lose his mind, or to deviate from the rigid standard he held himself to. You felt a flush of pride at being the reason he was able to let go.

“You’re forgiven,” you smile. “It’s an honor.”

He laughs, his neck bared to you as he throws his head back. You trace the lines of it with your fingertips, almost forgetting that his cock was in you to the hilt until his eased his hips back again. 

“Where were we,” he whispers, his palm pressed flat to your stomach. “I think, here…” he gently pumped into you again, swearing under his breath at the friction. He was so deep, it felt like he was reaching the very spot where his hand rested. 

He sped up gradually, his brows furrowed above his glasses as he fucked you into the sand. Sweat collected on his brow where blonde spikes of hair fell messily. His whole body was coiled like a spring, all his power focused on the place where the two of you came together.

“Kento…” you moan, squirming as you chase another high. You rake your nails down his back and he hisses at the sting, kissing you harder.

“That’s it, love. Say my name,” he growls against your neck. 

“Kento, Kento…Ken-” he takes your breath away with long, brutal strokes. His fingers are still splayed against your belly, his other hand tight around your jaw. 

“So good for me, pretty girl.” You wrap your legs tightly around his waist and he bares his teeth, loving the way you take him so hungrily. “Careful, you’re gonna make me-”

“Cum for me. I want you to-” you gasp, back arching off the sand as he suddenly lifts you by the hips in an easy motion. His hands slide to grab your ass, driving you weightlessly against his waist.

“Fucking hell Kento!” Your hair drags in the sand as he slides you up and down his shaft like a cocksleeve, your arousal dripping down his abs. He’s rock-steady, a goddamn statue kneeling in the sand.

You feel him everywhere, as if he’s going to fuck right through you. Upside down, you watch the crashing waves through blurry vision as he bounces you faster and faster on his leaking cock, muttered curses filtering down to you through the haze of salt and sun. 

Nanami cums with a cry, lifting you fully off the ground as his hips drive into you mercilessly. He swings you up against his chest and you fling your arms around his neck, pressing sloppy kisses to every inch of skin you can reach.

His cum splatters your walls in hot ropes and he manages a few more stuttered thrusts, fucking his seed deeper into you. You slide off him messily, and he follows you to the sand. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. You can feel his heart beating wildly against your back. Nanami presses soft kisses to your shoulders as you both come down from heaven, one heavy hand brushing your hair.

You nod, cum-drunk and utterly spent. Nanami stands, sand sticking to his body in all the places you had made him wet with cum, arousal and saliva. You stifle a laugh, knowing you must look much worse. He bends down to lift you, his arm secure around your shoulders and under your knees. You drop your head onto his chest and close your eyes as he carries you bridal-style to the glistening ocean.

Nanami wades in confidently, holding you above the waves until he’s waist-deep. He sinks to his knees and lowers you into the water, his soft fingers washing away the mess you both made. When you open your eyes, his smile fills up the whole sky. You want to keep looking, but the sun stings your eyes and you squint against it. Ever attentive, Nanami removes his green sunglasses and places them on your nose. Before you can protest, he shushes you. 

“They look better on you anyway,” he teases. “Besides, I don’t think I’ll be needing them much anymore.” You don’t quite understand him, but are content to borrow the glasses for now so you can keep staring.

Nanami closes his eyes and, smiling, turns his face to the sun.