Nanami X Reader ~ Kento's Stress Toy

Nanami x Reader ~ Kento's Stress Toy

feat: fluff and smut, established relationship, body writing, rough sex, loving sex, praise, overstimulation, light bondage // wc: 4170 // [ao3]

Nanami was working overtime again. You both hated when it had to happen, and on a Friday after a particularly long week? Your poor husband would be coming home exhausted and cranky.

Not that he was ever mean to you, of course. In fact, sometimes you wished he would be just a little bit meaner. You fantasized about him taking out his frustration on you, using his chiseled body to fuck you like a pretty little toy.

It wasn’t your fault that he looked so goddamn sexy when he was mad. His brows would furrow, sharp cheekbones somehow even more prominent as he clenched his jaw. His broad hands, always so gentle with you, would curl into fists, and you couldn’t help imagining what it would feel like to have that fist in your hair, yanking your head back as he railed you…

Heat pooled in your belly as you indulged in the fantasy for the hundredth time. You wanted to see that side of Nanami, wanted to feel it. After all, he kept things so bottled up. It would do your husband good to work out some tension, right?

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Nanami was exhausted and beyond tense when he finally came home. He couldn’t shed his work stress at the door as he usually did, his broad shoulders still hunched around his ears as he slowly loosened his tie and toed off his dress shoes.

“Honey, I’m home,” he called as he made his way through the kitchen, smiling tiredly as he saw that you’d put the kettle on for the two of you.

“I’m in here, Ken!” You called from the bathroom, frantically scribbling the last letters of your surprise in eyeliner. You eyed yourself approvingly in the mirror before slipping your clothes back on and heading out to meet him with a kiss.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured, pulling you into his arms. He relaxed just a fraction as he inhaled your scent, tucking his face into your neck. “I’ve had the longest day.”

You hummed. “I’m listening, baby. Tell me all about it.” He followed you into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he watched you make tea. You pushed a mug into his hands before hopping onto the counter opposite him.

Nanami closed his eyes appreciatively as he sipped his tea. “Perfect as always, my dear.” He sighed, running a hand over his face. “I don’t know what they want from me at that damn office. Actually, I do know, and it’s ridiculous. The sales goals are impossible to meet for anyone with a conscience.”

“Oh?” You had heard this before, but sometimes marriage meant letting your husband repeat himself. And if he worked himself up, so much the better for your little plan.

“Yes. They are. And my boss berated me in front of the whole team for trying to be honest with a new hire about the way things work.” He shook his head, gaining steam. “It’s completely unfair. The whole goddamn system.” Nanami scowled into his mug.

“I’m so sorry, my love. That sounds awful.”

Nanami moved closer to you, nestling himself between your legs and leaning against your chest. Atop the kitchen counter was one of the few places you could be taller than your mountain of a husband, and you never wasted the opportunity. You ran your hand through his hair, scratching gently at his undercut.

“It’s the weekend, my love,” you murmured. “You don’t have to think about those bastards again for a few days. It’s just you and me.”

He softened a bit. “Just you and me, hm? Forgive me, dear. You know I hate bringing work home.”

“Nothing to forgive.” You bit your lip. This is where you’d make your move. “I just wish there was something I could do to help relax you.”

He had been with you long enough to recognize the suggestive lilt in your voice. “Oh, do you? You’re sweet, love. But there’s nothing to be done.”

“Nothing at all?” You ask, tugging at the buttons on his collar.

He tilted his head, wordlessly allowing you access to begin undoing them. You smooth your fingertips over the freckles at his neck, the collarbone constellations you love so much.

You’re halfway down his chest when he catches your wrists in one hand, an apologetic smile on his lips. “I adore you, but I don’t think I’m exactly in the mood to make love. I don’t want any thoughts of work to distract me from you.”

“Who said we had to make love?” You lean back to look him in the eyes as you offer the challenge, relishing the flush that crawls up his cheeks.

“Angel…”

“I mean it, Kento. I want you to use me.” Heat pools in your stomach at the vulnerable words. “Use me to fuck out all your tension, all the work bullshit. I’m all yours.”

Nanami’s wide eyes drink you in, his heart pounding. He couldn’t hide how much your words affected him, least of all how painfully hard he suddenly was, cock jumping against his slacks.

You pressed your hand against his growing bulge with a soft smile. You knew all his weaknesses. “Please, baby. I wanna make you feel good.”

He pressed his forehead against yours with a ragged sigh. “You undo me, you know that?”

You guided his hands to your waist, lifting your hips so he could pull off your shorts. He huffed a laugh against your neck. “Eager, are we?”

You bit your lip, hardly able to contain your excitement as he grew closer to unveiling your surprise. “Yes, take them off already…”

You felt him smile against your skin as he finally stripped them off, rubbing teasing circles against your cunt through your damp panties.

“Those too,” you whined, bucking your hips against his hand.

“Such a needy little thing,” he murmured, gently teasing as he slid them off. You watched his face, rewarded with the sight of your stoic husband’s mouth falling open. His fingers dug into your hips unconsciously, hard enough to bruise, and you loved it.

“M-my love,” he breathed, eyes locked on what you’d written in black eyeliner just above your cunt.

Kento’s Stress Toy.

He released one of your hips to trace the words with shaky fingers, his touch almost reverent. “What is this?”

You smiled up at him, cheeks burning with exhilaration. “It’s the truth. I’m your stress toy tonight, Ken.”

He closed his eyes and swore under his breath. “I…I don’t want to disrespect you, angel.”

“But I want you to,” you whispered. You pulled him closer by the speckled tie that still hung loose around his neck. “I know you love me. And I love you…all of you.” You let your hungry gaze fall on his tense muscles, the way his shirt strained at his shoulders. “I want to feel all of you. If you’ll give it to me.”

He watched as you slowly lifted your shirt, letting your breasts fall out. One was adorned with the word “fuck”, and the other with “doll”, your handwriting curling along the top of each tit.

Nanami groaned , the sound going straight to your aching cunt. He roughly palmed your breasts, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Oh, my dear …”

“Your doll ,” you correct, gently tugging his lip free with a smirk. “Will you play with me?”

“God yes.” Nanami scooped you off the counter and into his arms, heading straight for the bedroom as you clung to him and giggled.

You hadn’t even made it through the doorway when he crashed his lips into yours, rough and needy. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip impatiently, pushing into your mouth. “You taste perfect, my love,” he breathed, “but I need more…” 

He crossed the room and dropped you onto the bed, shoving a pillow underneath your hips as he rolled you onto your stomach. He settled himself behind you, his weight sagging the mattress so you were pulled even closer to him. He surveyed you with a low groan, drinking in the lewd sight of your ass up and your dripping, exposed cunt. 

“May I?” He always asked before he tasted you, but his voice was strained tonight, eyes locked on your glistening pussy. 

“ Please, ” you sighed, hardly able to draw a breath before Nanami was devouring you. He was messy , dragging his nose against your slit as he lapped up the slick that was already spiderwebbing between your thighs. When you tensed your legs reflexively he pulled away with a pout.

“Said you were gonna be my toy , hm love?” He held your thighs in a bruising grip and pried your legs apart. “Need to relieve my stress, right?” Your face was pressed against the bed but you could still feel the weight of his stare. He was practically panting for you, and you suddenly wondered if you’d be able to handle what you’d be wanting so badly.

With your legs held out of the way he dove back in, flattening his tongue against your lips in long, languid strokes before licking into your sopping cunt. “Be a good girl and keep these open,” he murmured as he gave your thigh a light smack, grinning as you trembled from the impact. 

He brushed the back of his hand against your lips, spreading them open and dipping his knuckles into you as he kept his tongue working. 

“Oh please, baby, fill me,” you babbled, but he was already there, sliding two thick fingers into your cunt effortlessly. He pulled his face away to look up at you adoringly. 

“Look how good you are for me. Needed me that bad?” His lips were glossed in your essence, a string of slick still connecting them to you as he pumped his fingers with a wet smacking sound. 

“Yes, hah-fuck- needed you…wan’ you to use me, angel…”

“I know love, I know.” He added a third finger, grinning at the gasp it tore from you as he sucked your clit into his mouth. “And I will, soon as you come on my face, okay?”

“This is…s’posed to be about you ,” you protested weakly, finding it hard to argue when he had you melting underneath him.

“I know, my darling. So sweet of you to offer yourself as a pretty little present for me. My naughty little wife, knowing I had such a long, hard day…” his eyes darkened, wanting to rail into you right then and there, but he caught himself with the superhuman restraint you so hated and admired. “But first I have to get you ready to take me, don’t I? Want you all warmed up so I can fuck you exactly how I want.” 

He pressed sloppy kisses to your cunt, sucking at your clit as he stretched your needy hole around his fingers. Scissoring them in and out of you, heavy-lidded eyes on the way you coated him with your arousal. He reached up to press his dripping fingers to your lips, shoving them against your tongue. “Clean your mess.”

You sucked at him eagerly, ignoring the strain in your neck as you twisted back to face him. He dragged his sharp jaw between your thighs, suckling and nipping at the sensitive skin. 

“Come for me, beautiful. Come so I can fuck my toy,” he purred, flicking his tongue against your clit faster and faster in the rhythm he knew you loved. 

“Ken, don’t stop, please, I’m…!!” You saw stars as you crumpled into the bed, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Your legs shook at the force of it, but Nanami didn’t slow his assault, still rolling his tongue over you as you bucked into his mouth. 

“ Ugh it’s too much, I can’t,” you protested weakly, struggling to your knees as you tried to crawl away from his greedy tongue. 

“Ah ah, beautiful. You’re all mine, remember?” He locked his strong forearms around your thighs, holding you down. “You’re not going anywhere.” He buried his face between your legs again, licking up higher and higher, lapping up every drop of your release. 

He pulled you tighter against him, your ass practically smothering him as you were forced to arch your back harder, grateful for the pillow he’d balanced you on. “Mmmm that’s it baby, grind on my tongue.”

Your face burned at the words, but he was already lifting you effortlessly, rocking you back against his face in a steady rhythm that had his tongue slipping deep into your cunt.

You hardly had a chance to breathe before your second orgasm was creeping up on you, an overwhelming intensity that you were helpless to escape from as Nanami held you to himself. He kept going even as you shuddered into another peak, his hands kneading into the fat of your hips and ass. 

Your vision went fuzzy as you scrabbled at the bedsheets, desperately trying to cling to something, anything to ground you. Overstimulated tears pooled in your eyes, every nerve ending on fire with the intensity of your pleasure. 

Hoarse, fucked-out moans were all you could manage in response to Nanami’s stream of praises, telling you how good you were, how pretty you looked gushing for him. He finally pulled away with one last soft kiss to your hole, making it clench around nothing. 

“You’re so perfect, love,” he sighed, smoothing his hands over your hair, your back, brushing his lips over your neck. “You’re not done yet, are you?” He pulled off his tie in one smooth motion, trailing the fabric down your spine to watch you squirm. “I’ve had such a very long day. I’ve been so tense , my dear.”

“Not done,” you panted, turning onto your back and reaching up to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. You pulled his hand down to trace the words you had written on your skin again, reminding him of what you were. All his. 

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. He slipped his tie around your wrists, pulling them together in a loose hold. He slowly stretched your arms above your head, pinning your wrists easily with one hand. He trailed his mouth back down your arms, gentle kisses and nips at the soft skin until his face hovered over yours. 

“Are you ready, darling? I’m going to take you up on your very generous offer.” Your husband’s soft eyes glinted with something sharp as he freed himself from his slacks. 

You nodded, feeling your wrecked cunt start to throb again at the sight of his cock, achingly hard and drooling pre already. As much as he’d already done to you, though, you still had a few cards to play. 

You wriggled your wrists out of his grip, still bound by his tie, and reached down to stroke his cock. Lightly at first, watching through your eyelashes as he threw his head back, throat bared and jaw clenched. You gently pulled him closer, slotting his swollen head between your folds, just barely letting him press into you. 

Nanami hissed through his teeth, dark eyes desperate as you teased him. “My love, don’t, hah - don’t be mean , I need you too badly…”

Electricity surged up your spine at his neediness. This was exactly where you’d wanted him. “I won’t be mean, baby, that’s your job tonight. Why don’t you tell me about your day?”

“My day,” he huffed an impatient laugh. “You know how it was. It was shit.” He bucked his hips against you, trying to get deeper, but you held him back, still stroking his tip and nothing more. You were lying in a pool of your own slick now, torturing yourself as much as him. 

“Oh?” You rocked your hips forward suddenly, forcing his whole head into you, then went still again. 

Nanami whimpered . “What do you want me to say? Work is shit .” His hands were trembling, clenching and unclenching at his sides as he watched where you dragged him against yourself. 

“That’s it, baby. Aren’t you frustrated? Don’t you want to let your fuck doll make it all better?” Your words were calculated, flung at him with the most seductive look you had in your arsenal, lips pursed in an empty-headed little pout that you knew he had a guilty weakness for. If you knew your Kento, he wouldn’t be able to resist… there. 

Nanami surged forward, pushing your hands out of the way and back above your head, your back arching obscenely as he slammed himself to the hilt in your cunt. “This is what you wanted my dear, isn’t it? This is what you’ve been waiting for,” he growled, not needing an answer. He kneaded your tits, the fuck doll label smearing under his touch. 

He shoved your knees up to your ears, nearly folding you in half as he rutted into you with a force you’d never felt, hips smacking against yours with bruising strength. 

“Work.” “Was.” “Shit.”

He punctuated each word with a sharp spank to your ass. He roughly palmed the reddening skin, swallowing your cries with a messy, open-mouthed kiss. He buried his face in your neck as he kept up a punishing rhythm, heavy balls slapping against you with each mean thrust. 

“All fucking day I have to listen to idiots tell me what to do. All fucking day I have to sit in a cubicle, ripping people off…” he pulled out slowly, dragging his cock against your walls so you could feel every throbbing vein. 

“And you know what I think about all fucking day, my love?” He whispered the pet name into your ear, making you shiver. “What keeps me going?”

“This.” 

He slammed into you without warning, every inch bullying into you, the breath ripped from your lungs. When he bottomed out he held you there, grinding against you, making you clench and twitch against the sheer depth of him, filling you impossibly deep. 

“I think about this . About coming home to my pretty wife and fucking her senseless .” His whispers were harsh against your neck, his voice ragged. Your mouth was stretched in a scream, sure you’d wake the neighbors if not for your husband’s heavy hand coming down on your mouth. 

“You’re always so good for me, always so happy to see me…sometimes I wish I could show those fucks at the office exactly what I come home to, just to watch them burn with jealousy.” His kisses grew rougher, sucking and biting at your neck, laying claim to your skin. 

“Wish I could mark you up like this and have you come visit me the next day, wearing some tight, low-cut dress that shows them all exactly how you’re mine. How little anything else could possibly matter to me…” he shudders against you, his fantasy overwhelming. “Maybe have you crawl under my desk and take care of me right there, since you wanna be my little stress toy, hm?” 

Your mind is scattered, trying desperately to focus on his words and the increasingly difficult act of staying sane as he fucks you into oblivion. Your eyes roll back as another orgasm builds, his cock reaching a secret spot deep inside of you, sending you over the edge again. 

The new height of pleasure makes you stupid, babbling into his chest as he fucks you through it, gasping for air from the press of him folding you in half. “Yes, please Ken, I’d do it, wanna be your fuck doll, need this, need you, need… nnghhh! ” 

“That’s it gorgeous, my beautiful toy, my perfect love, come on my cock, come from me using you like this…” Nanami’s brows are knit together, his face twisted with concentration as he pumps into you again and again and again, his rhythm never faltering, he’s nothing if not consistent, ramming into your sweet spot over and over until you’re not sure where you start and he ends. 

The base of his cock is decorated with a soft white ring of the cream that’s still leaking out of you, and he moans at the sight. “God you’re such a mess for me, I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this wet, darling…” He smiles down at you, looking angelic even as he tries to break the bed in half. “And from writing such filthy things on your perfect body…you were soaked just waiting for me to come home and see this, weren’t you? Naughty little thing.” 

You moan helplessly in answer, unable to deny it. This was everything you’d wanted and more. Your eyes slide shut of their own volition, and he gently taps your cheek. “Oh no, my dear, not yet. Don’t worry, I won't break my toy.” He slows, just barely, letting you breathe. 

He traces his fingertips over the words between your hips again, reverent. “What does this say again, angel? What are you?”

“Kento’s stress toy…” you murmur. 

“Mmm, that’s right. And you’re being such a good one,” he praised. “My brilliant wife, with such wonderful ideas.” He kisses you softly on the lips, the tenderness almost shocking. “Can you be a good toy for a little bit longer?”

You nod your head eagerly, though you don’t think you can move much else. Your arms and legs feel like (well-fucked) jello, the tie around your wrists almost forgotten in the sea of other, stronger sensations. 

Nanami seems to remember it at the same moment, tsking apologetically as he slips it off of you and rubs your arms. “Are your wrists okay, my love?” 

You almost laugh at the sudden return of soft, protective Kento. “Yes, they’re fine. It’s all fine. I feel amazing.” 

“You are amazing,” he soothes. “In that case, can you hold on to me?” He drapes your arms over his neck, holding himself steady against your hips. 

“Just like that.” And he’s fucking you again, in the way only he can, fast and hard and precise. You’re grateful for the grip around his neck as he pulls you up and over his lap, lifting and dropping you onto his cock like you’re weightless. 

“Kento ohhhh!!” You dig your nails into his back instinctively, biting back a scream as you feel his cock jump inside of you in response. You don’t need to be told twice, raking your nails over his back as he uses you mercilessly. 

He’s back to muttered praises, his honey-silk voice adoring as his cock splits you in half. You’re drunk on the dichotomy, dizzy with lust and love for the man beneath you. 

He leans forward and tips you back onto the bed, his muscled arms caging you in as he continues pistoning into you. Sweat drips from his face to yours, and you dart your tongue out to lick the droplets away. Somehow, that of all things makes him blush, dark red dusting his cheeks as he watches the act. 

You reach a shaky hand up to brush back the strands of hair that have fallen into his eyes, and he catches your arm to press greedy kisses to the inside of your wrist. 

“Ken- Kento, I love you,” you moan, every stroke of his cock sending electricity down your limbs, your whole body tuned to him, undone and rewired in ecstasy. 

“I love you,” he groans, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, his powerful thrusts finally, finally stuttering as he nears his peak. “I love you, I love you, I love you, fuck I love you…” 

Nanami came with a broken cry, his cock pumping what seemed like an endless stream of hot, thick seed into the deepest part of you, his arms shaking from the effort of keeping himself up. You pulled him down onto you, stroking at his hair as he shuddered in the aftermath of his orgasm. 

You lay there in blissful quiet, sweat and slick sticking your skin together, feeling each other’s wild heartbeats begin to slow. Nanami reluctantly pulled out of you with an over-sensitive groan and curled into your side, his head on your chest. You ran your hands over his hair, his neck, his back, proud to feel the tension slowly leave his tired body. 

“Do you feel better, Kento?” You asked, happily exhausted. 

He laughed out loud, wrapping his arms around you and shifting to curl you into his side. “I’ve never been more relaxed in my life, my love. I can’t even remember what I do for work.” He kissed the top of your head and sighed contentedly. “You were incredible. Thank you, darling.” He pulled you closer. “I think I might be out sick on Monday, for that matter…”

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ll always be your stress relief, my love.”

“And I’ll be yours,” he smiled. “What did you use to write this, anyway?” 

“Oh it’s an old eyeliner!” Your laugh turned into a yawn. 

“Mm, good to know. For when I return the favor,” Nanami said, but you were already fast asleep in his arms. 

Hiromi Higuruma is lying on the couch, face half-buried in a pillow, suit rumpled and tie half-undone at his throat. His hair sticks up in odd places where he’s run his hands through it all day.

A finger of whisky sits abandoned in a glass on the coffee table, the few sips he’d managed to savor making a reappearance as spots of color on his high cheekbones.

“Too far away,” he mumbles.

“Hmm?”

“You’re too far away.” He flops one big hand off the couch in a half-assed “come here”. And you do, smiling to yourself as you squeeze in next to his sprawled body.

He immediately wraps his arms around you, the scent of tobacco and faint cologne shadowing his embrace. His hands splay over your back, pressing you closer.

“You’re so clingy when you’re sleepy, Hiromi,” you tease.

“Hmph no I’m not,” he yawns, entirely unconvincing. “And I’m not sleepy, either.”

“Right. Not at all,” You laugh as you snuggle into his warmth. “That’s not gonna hold up in court.”

Your terrible joke is rewarded with a low groan, and Hiromi buries his face in your neck. “That never gets old, huh?”

“Nope,” you grin.

His grumble is muffled, his stubble scratching against your skin. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I know.” He presses a drowsy kiss to your jaw, his sharp nose nudging along your cheek. You wind your fingers in his hair, massaging his temples and smoothing out the ever-present furrows on his brow.

“Mmm that’ll really make me fall asleep, love,” he warns, his eyelids heavy as he blinks up at you.

“That’s okay. We’ve got nowhere to be and nothing to do.”

“Goddamn. That may be the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.” He squeezes your ass in one big palm and shifts so that you’re cradled in his arms.

He breathes in the comforting scent of your shampoo, and you feel his body relax beneath yours. The slow, steady beat of his heart lulls you until you’re both fast asleep.

cw: divorced dad!toji, unprotected sex, shy guy!, oral f+m receiving, face sitting, mentions of parenthood and alcohol, blowjobs, creampies, fluff, 18+

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dad!toji having sex for the first time since the end of his previous marriage. he's not nervous—pfft, no. not at all.

his hands are shaking, but he drinks a lot of coffee in order to be able to keep up with his kids, so it's just the caffeine; his chest rises quickly the lower your hands move, but he's just excited. can you really blame him? and fine, maybe he's been hard since you placed your hand on his thigh, but he's not that old and still a man with urges. it has nothing to do with nerves. nothing at all.

a couple of half-full glasses and a bottle of wine are abandoned on the coffee table, the television glowing and humming behind your back. his kids are gone, the house is empty, and he's antsy underneath your tender hands—in fact, his cheeks have been ruddy since you peeled his shirt off. now, clad in just his boxers and blown pupils, his stubbled jaw is permanently slack as he gazes down at you like the way you nuzzle his hard, covered length is divine.

"h-haven't done this in a while." he grunts as you mouth over his bulge, soaking his boxers. his thighs spread wider on the couch, happy trail dimly lit by the soft lamp in the corner of the living room. "might be a little—"

he swallows a moan and runs his hand down his face—is he trembling?—when you tug at the waistband of his underwear, thick cock smeared with precum slapping against his fuzzy stomach with an obscene plap. you lick your lips and glance up at him, an abashed, conflicted look on his face, brows furrowed and eyes dark like moss.

languidly, you blink up at him, breathing in musk and soap. it's simple—perfect. you purr, "gonna suck you off now, 'kay?"

your nails tease his big thighs, breaths leaving you in abrupt pants, ghosting over the tip of him.

he nearly spills all over your lips at the sound of your voice. you aren't much better off; you squeeze your legs together, an ache between them. he's mouthwatering to absorb, bulky limbs and dark hair and hot, pulsing flesh begging for your mouth, and his hands are lovingly cupping your head, letting you lead. he doesn't know that you're nervous, too, and it makes him want to die.

what were you expecting when you took him into your mouth for the first time, dipping your tongue beneath his uncut skin, tasting and teasing? the sound of his broken, guttural moan when your nose buries into the coarse hair at the base of him is better than any idea or expectation you conjured. thick fingers keep your hair back, his kissed lips gaping as he watches you.

he never bucks or thrusts, allowing you to work him into a rigid mess of spit and pre until he's pulling you off with a wet pop, embarassed and aroused, too close to release so early into the night.

he handles you from your knees in a firm, rough grip, muttering gruffly about sitting and my face as he fall back haphazardly onto the couch, dragging your panties down your legs and patting his chest in an easy gesture. well? it says, are you going to sit or what?

it's almost clinical, how he goes about this, the way he operates. it could be his age or his confidence as an older man, maybe his pride. he stripped you with ease and placed one single bruising peck on your lips before collapsing and waiting for you to get atop him. the way he devours you, though is anything but clean and tactful.

you clutch the couch so you don't keel over, eyes shut and weak, raspy moans leaving you each time he sucks you into his mouth. his arms band over your thighs, keeping you still against him, black, shiny hair in disarray from your yanking and pulling.

"baby, baby," he murmurs. "keep moving like that, yeah, just like that—"

his chin—god, it's covered in arousal and slobber, each rock of your cunt against his face slicker than the last.

you're ruined for future hookups. this man is going to ruin you, with his fond amusement and greenwood eyes and practiced touches; his lived-in home and working hands and taste in music. you leave the words about how much you want this to be serious unsaid. so does he.

he had a lot of time to practice going down on a woman, so it's no wonder you come with a desperate cry before you can stop yourself, rhythm stuttering when you earnestly grind, clit throbbing. rolls of his tongue on your center are delicate, endless pupils looking up at you through lashes, collecting what's drooling out of you with soft swipes and encouraging squeezes to your legs.

there's a moment when your limbs are weak and quivering over him. when you both look at each other.

"good?" he asks, soothing the ache with a kiss, making you shiver. "was it good?"

the silence is comfortable. satiated. full of pleasure and the giddiness of returning it.

it's the same silence when he reaches for a condom and you tell him you don't need it. the same kind of silence when he spreads you open and dazedly stares at the part of you that's about to be filled with him. your folds brush his slit when he experimentally rolls his hips from where he kneels between your legs, a sticky web connecting both of you.

that same silence when he bottoms out in you in one thrust, the first warm wetness he's felt in years, the blood rushing to his head and cock as it twitches and jolts inside you. the stretch would have been painful if you weren't so liquid from his mouth—if he hadn't taken your hands in his and pinned them into the couch, kissing your neck, your shoulder, melting you to a puddle.

he moves into you like he's molded for you, some innate understanding making it so he pushes just hard enough so it's perfect—just slow enough that you need more. he needs to fill you. it's the only thing he thinks about as he inhales the curve of your neck, your walls convulsing. this is good. better than good—this is perfect. euphoric, his sex-addled, hungry brain decides.

decades of experience thrust inside of you, making you whine and clench. he pushes through your reflexive resistance, cooing in your ear, voice breaking. his words come out filthy and debased, breaths about how you take him in and how drenched you're getting the two of you. he can't last—and he doesn't even care.

"fuck, you feel perfect—god, baby, gonna come already. shit, sorry, sorry."

half-hearted, throaty apologies fan against your ear. he jerks once before seating himself as deep as he can inside you, unloading, sack spasming. he falls apart in clumsy movement and laughs when he catches himself peaking like a teenage boy during his first time, low voice spreading warmth through your belly when you shatter with his dick still sunken in you.

he insists you stay the night. he makes you pancakes the morning after and goes down on you on the kitchen counter. he loses at scrabble and eats you out as your prize. he makes you laugh. his kids will love you, he's sure of it.

he wants—needs—another night just like this one. he needs a thousand more like it.

IM SAT ☺️☺️

All Tied Up With No Place To Go

sum: Reigen Arataka makes a house call only to find his client in a compromising situation, which he takes full advantage of.

cw: dubcon*, bdsm, sensory deprivation, sweaty loser Reigen // wc: 2346 // [ao3]

*spoiler explanation: Reigen is unaware until the end but the client had set up the scenario intentionally!

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Reigen had died and gone to heaven. He knew it.

There was no way this was really happening. She was completely at his mercy, helpless and spread open like a birthday present, ribbons and all. 

—

He had come here for a house call, nothing out of the ordinary. The woman who called Spirits and Such sounded like a typical client. Said she had seen his advertisement in the train station and needed an exorcism urgently, something about feeling trapped in her home and needing his services.

He had been happy to oblige, especially when the desperation in her voice suggested he could swing an upsell to some sort of deluxe exorcism package. A little salt in the doorway, some hand-waving, and he’d be covered for this month’s office rent. Easy peasy.

Reigen had easily found the address she gave. He sighed at the sight of her broken elevator and struggled up the stairs, mopping the sweat from his brow by the eighth flight. “This had better be worth it." 

When no one answered his knock on the door, he’d been surprised to find it unlocked. He put on his most reassuring smile and flung open the door with a flourish. 

“Pardon me, ma’am! Reigen Arataka, at your service. Never fear, I will exorcise your curse easily, or I’m not the greatest psychic of the 21st century! Now, if I may show you our pricing packages…” he wandered into the apartment as he spoke.

“Ma’am? Anyone home?” His customer service voice echoed down the hallway.

Mmmphh… a muffled moan came from further inside.

“Ahh shit.” Reigen dragged his hand down his face. It sounded like someone might actually be in trouble. Maybe he should’ve brought Mob along.

He banged open the doors closest to him but found nothing but empty rooms. “Where is she?”

MMmmhh! There. He rounded a corner and…

“Oh fucking hell.” Reigen turned right around and walked back out the door on instinct, halfway back down the hall before he came to his senses and retraced his steps. He held his breath and peeked around the doorway.

The client was lying on a bed in the middle of the room, her arms and legs tied to each corner of the frame with silk ribbon. The silk ribbons were in fact the only fabric on her taut body, a detail that hit the con man like a ton of bricks. 

The woman had a blindfold over her eyes and didn’t seem to hear him. Stepping closer, he saw plugs nestled into the shell of her ears. Her red lips were slick with spit and stretched lewdly around a metal ring.

Reigen’s cock throbbed painfully against his suit pants and he swallowed hard. Just what the hell was going on here? He was frozen, his eyes glued to the ripple of her flesh as she twisted against the restraints. 

He nervously pulled at his pink tie. “Okay. Okay. Ma’am, can you hear me?” She didn’t pause her squirming or react to his voice, which was quite a few octaves higher than usual. 

God, she was so pretty. His cock twitched again, and the con man palmed it roughly through his pants for some relief as he raked his eyes over the woman.

He hadn’t even dared to look yet at… Fuck. Fresh sweat dampened the arms of his dress shirt as he took in the full extent of the scene before him. Her cunt was stuffed with a dildo, puffy lips clinging to the flared base as it stretched her out. It slid a few inches in and out as she bucked her hips. He watched open-mouthed.

Lust crawled up Reigen’s spine like a curse of his own. He hardly registered what he was doing as he approached the bed, one shaky hand reaching for her ankle. The moment his fingertips touched her skin, the woman whimpered around the metal in her mouth. Her chest heaved as she breathed hard, trying to stretch her arms and legs to reach for the source of the contact.

Encouraged by the sound, he stood between her legs at the edge of the bed and slid his fingertips up her calf. “You’re so soft…” he murmured.

He slowly dragged his hands up both her legs, caressing her thick thighs. The woman trembled and Reigen’s eyes widened as he noticed the dampness growing on the sheet below her.

“You like this?” He tried to sound seductive, but his voice cracked in disbelief. Ah well, she couldn’t hear him anyway. Bolder now, he pressed his hand against the base of the dildo, pushing it deeper inside her and holding it there.

Aaaahh! Her whimper was music to Reigen’s ears. He scrambled out of his gray jacket and threw it to the floor, then yanked down his slacks enough to release his cock, rock-hard and already oozing precum. 

He was dizzy with possibilities and his confidence was growing with the puddle of arousal underneath his client. He moved to the head of the bed and pressed his cock into her open palm, smearing precum along it. He thrust frantically into her bound hand, eyes closed in bliss. 

It felt like he had hardly started when his balls tightened and he felt the telltale burning in his stomach that warned he was near the edge. He slowed his hips in an attempt to back off from the cliff, but the woman suddenly curled her fingers around his shaft and squeezed. 

“Fucking hell, I’m-!” Reigen came hard, stifling his cry in his hand as his cock jumped and shot cum up his client’s arm. The man had never finished so fast and a blush burned his cheeks as he steadied his breath. He was abruptly a lot more grateful that she couldn’t see him.

“God, what a mess.” He loosened his tie and moved to clean the woman off, but then stopped and tilted his head, a cocky smile on his lips. “You do look pretty gorgeous like this, though. And it’s not like you’re going anywhere.”

Reigen sat down heavily on an armchair in the corner of the room and pulled a carton of cigarettes from his pocket, methodically tapping one out and lighting it. He groaned and leaned back as he inhaled deeply. 

"What are you doing?!” The rational part of his brain screamed at him.

“I’m fucking a beautiful, helpless client who specifically requested my services,” answered the growing bulge in his pants. 

He savored a few more drags of his cigarette, devouring the scene before him. The woman laid quietly on the bed, spread open, the dildo wantonly poking out from between her legs. Reigen’s cum lay in thick puddles on her arm and dripped from her fingers. He let the cigarette go out and stripped off his pants and sweat-soaked shirt, leaving the con man dressed in nothing but his socks and tie.

“If you’re just laying around, mind if I…?” Reigen crawled between his client’s legs, taking the opportunity to palm her breasts. She gasped and arched her back, pushing her tits into him. 

“You like that, huh?” He chuckled and pressed his lips to her nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. He drank in her muffled sighs, then bit down gently. She squealed around her gag and he soothed the sore spot immediately with soft kisses. “So responsive. Good girl,” he purred.

“Now how would you like to taste the greatest psychic of the 21st century? I won’t even charge you extra.” He laughed at his own joke as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her strained lips. She squirmed and lifted her head closer to him, and his arrogance faltered a little at her enthusiasm. What a kinky bitch. She looked so deliciously lewd with her lips glossed in his precum.

“Open up, darling,” Reigen smirked, then pushed his cock into her helpless mouth. She took him eagerly, lapping the underside of his shaft with each thrust.

“Uhhngh you take me so…good…” he panted, shaking his head to clear the hair that kept falling into his eyes. He pushed in further and gaped at the sight of her throat bulging with him. This was unreal. He bent over her head, sliding to the hilt. His pink tie draped over her blindfolded eyes and nose as he bottomed out in her throat.

He suddenly remembered the toy filling her pussy, and shuddered in ecstasy. He was making her airtight, his blonde pubes shoved against her nose as her rode her face. He reached behind him to slowly pump the dildo in and out of her, rewarded with gasping moans whenever he paused his facefucking to let her breathe. His sweat dripped on to her cheeks, mixing with drool and tears from her efforts to take him. 

He sped up his attention on both ends, his heavy balls slapping her chin. His hand was drenched in her cum as she clenched down on the dildo, filling the room with pornographic squelches. Reigen felt his client’s throat spasm as she gagged and it flung him over the edge again. He yanked his cock from her throat and finished on her face, blown-out pupils locked on the thick ropes painting her hair, cheeks, and lips. He couldn’t help but also leave his bitter seed on her tongue, what with her mouth held open beneath him. He might’ve drooled a bit as she licked him off her lips and swallowed. 

“I don’t think we need this any more, do you?” Reigen slid the metal ring out of her mouth and she moaned in relief, stretching her aching jaw. He slowly pulled the dildo out of her and huffed a laugh at the gush of fluid that followed it. 

“I see you’ve been having a good time then too, angel. I’m not surprised, of course, given that I am THE Reigen Arataka, but still. It’s nice to see.” His speech was wasted on her, still blinded and deafened, but it turned him on to say it all the same.

“Now. There is one more place I’d like to enjoy you, if you don’t mind.” Arataka moved down her body, his limp cock hardening again as he teased her entrance. But rather than slip into her pussy, he gently kissed her lips. He could taste himself, but he enjoyed the dirtiness of the action. 

“I’m actually quite a skilled masseuse,” he murmured against her mouth. “Allow me to relieve some of that strain.” His skillful fingers worked the muscles around her jaw and neck, interspersed with sweet kisses. He was rewarded with the sight of her face relaxing, lips parting the tiniest bit at his touches. “You’ve done amazing,” he whispered.

Satisfied that she had been somewhat soothed by his expertise, he lined himself up with her slippery folds and buried himself in her cunt. He threw his head back as her walls clenched around him and sucked him deeper. Arataka brushed feathery kisses along her neck as he rutted into her, settling into a quick, hard rhythm that made her tits bounce with every thrust.

“You look so pretty on my cock baby…” he moaned, “I can’t believe I get to fuck you.” Knowing she couldn’t hear a word he said, Reigen gave in to his pleasure and stopped trying to sound quite so suave. “You like that? Take it all…” 

His client twitched and writhed underneath him, held open for his merciless assault on her sloppy cunt. The sounds of skin hitting skin fill the room and they’re both quickly soaked in his sweat and her wetness. 

He messily rubs at her swollen clit as he pounds her. She grows tighter and tighter around him. Without the ring gag, he can hear every little gasp and mewl he fucks out of her. Arataka’s world narrows to the expression on her face and the warm embrace of her pussy.

His hips stutter and lose all rhythm, nothing but a piston slamming into her as he chases his climax. When his third orgasm comes, it takes his breath and balance away. He falls into her, gasping for air. Reigen pulls out just in time to cover her bound body in his cum once more, smearing it across both of their stomachs where they’re pressed together.

He slides off her and curls into her used body. When he can move again without passing out he quietly slides his clothes back on. He finds a bathroom in that long hall and squints disapprovingly at the cum- and spit-stains splattered across his tie. He re-knots it carefully, then brings a warm, wet washcloth back to the bedroom.

He gently cleans the mess of their encounter off of the woman, following each swipe of the cloth with a brush of his lips. When she’s completely clean and dry he kisses her on the forehead and unties her limbs. He massages her wrists and ankles, chafed red from the restraints, and slips one silk ribbon in his pocket for…later use.

She reaches one freed hand up to her blindfold, but Arataka quickly places his hand over hers and pulls it back down, planting a kiss on the palm he came in.

Before she can unblind herself he’s out the door, hustling back down the long flight of stairs.

—

Reigen walked very slowly back to his office, still in a state of shock. He was exhaling a lungful of cigarette smoke when the phone rang.

“Reigen Arataka, psychic and owner of Spirits and Such Consultation, how can I help you?”

“I think you already did, Reigen.” His mouth goes dry at the familiar voice. “Thank you ever so much for your assistance today. I’ll be sure to call you the next time I’m feeling particularly cursed. ”

The brain of the greatest psychic of the 21st century short circuits and she’s hung up by the time he can string a sentence together.

He stares at his phone in his hand, a goofy grin on his face. He really hopes she’ll need his services again soon.

I’m so obsessed with your art!!!! He’s so pretty 🥹

care for a cozy nanami this saturday morning ?