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satisfied - kento nanami

summary: you confess your previous partners have never made you cum before. with nanami, that just won't do

warning: nsfw!, 18+, smut, cunnilingus, oral, fem receiving, fingering, nanami cursing, orgasm, fluff

you hadn’t meant to say it aloud—you certainly hadn’t planned on telling kento something so personal over a quiet night at his place. but there it was, out in the open– you’ve never cum before. 

nanami pauses, wine still in hand, his eyes narrowing slightly as he registers your words.

“you’ve… never?” he asks softly, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and concern.

“well…no. not with a partner, at least” you murmur. you look away, fiddling with the couch pillow nearby. your relationship isn’t new, but nanami is a gentleman and hasn’t crossed that line just yet. 

“can i ask why?”. he doesn’t want to be rude, but it’s shocking that no one has ever made you finish before. 

the question hangs in the air, and for a moment, you hesitate, feeling the weight of his attention, the openness in his request. no one had ever asked you that before. you take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts, and try to put words to the things you’ve always wanted but never dared to ask for.

“no one’s ever focused on what i like, i guess…” you start. nanami frowns. 

kento’s voice is a low murmur in the quiet space between you, his gaze warm but intent as he watches your expression. "what do you like?" he says softly, his hand gently tracing along your arm. kento’s gaze remains fixed on you, gentle yet intensely focused, as though he’s savoring every word you say. there’s no pressure—just a pure, open curiosity, a desire to understand you in a way no one else has.

your cheeks are warm, but his steady gaze reassures you. “i… i like when things are intentional” you begin, your voice a bit shy. he nods, encouraging you. 

his hand brushes over your skin. "good" he murmurs. it’s simple, but his praise sends a thrill through you, filling you with a quiet excitement. kento leans closer, his whole presence focused entirely on you. “anything else?” he asks. his tone is inviting and you know you can trust him. 

the words come easier now, slipping out as if they were waiting to be heard. “i like when things are slow. i want to feel like i’m the only thing on your mind. and i want to feel… cherished. like everything you do is just for me”. your cheeks are pink as you finish. nanami appreciates your honesty. he waits patiently for you to finish, wanting you to be heard. 

“you are the only thing on my mind,” he says softly, his voice deep with a seriousness that leaves no room for doubt. “from the moment i met you, that’s how it’s been”. 

your heart pounds at his confession. you take in a breath. his confession is both romantic and incredibly attractive. the intensity of his gaze makes your heart race, and he smiles faintly, as though he can sense the effect he’s having on you.

he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, lingering there for a moment before he meets your eyes again. “may i?” he asks. he doesn’t have to say more for you to understand what he means. you nod, heart racing. nanami stands and extends a hand for you to take. you place your hand in his, letting him lead you to the bedroom.

when he reaches the bed he turns to you, leaning in close and gently cupping your face. 

“do you trust me?” he asks. you nod, your breath hitching slightly, anticipation and excitement swirling within you.

"yes". you trust him completely, and you know he’s about to make this an experience you’ll never forget.

kento gently guides you toward him, leaning in. his kiss is slow, unhurried, each movement of his lips against yours full of intention. you hum softly against him. there’s no rush, no need to get anywhere too fast. 

you hear a pleased exhale from kento. he pulls you even closer, his hands moving with the kind of precision that reveals his deliberate nature. his hands slip to your shoulders, fingers skimming down your arms as he deepens the kiss with an insistent tenderness that leaves you breathless, your mind slipping further from coherent thought. kento's touch travels down your body slowly, lingering with deliberate care as he explores every inch of you. his hands slide over your hips, giving your skin gentle squeezes and rubs like he’s worshiping you in every way he knows how. 

you let out a sigh as his lips brush over your jaw and down to your neck. his hands continue their journey, exploring you with a tenderness that no one else has. he’s grateful for every second, every touch he’s allowed. his touch is soft as it is purposeful, fully immersed in the experience of bringing you pleasure. there’s purpose in every touch, as if he’s engraving each sensation into his memory, wanting to give you exactly what you like, what you need. 

his fingers slip beneath the fabric of your shirt as he begins to rid you out of your clothes. he undresses you with a gentle care that makes you blush. once you’re bare for him, kento gently lays you down on the bed, his hands supporting you as he settles you against the mattress. he hovers over you, his gaze taking in all of you, eyes filled with an appreciation that’s pure and genuine. 

“you’re so beautiful” he murmurs, his voice low and warm, the words spilling out like a confession. his hands explore you slowly as kento’s lips trail lower, pressing soft kisses against your skin that leave you breathless, your pulse quickening under his attention. he listens to every reaction, lips finding each sensitive spot. his hands cradle your hips, fingers pressing gently into your skin, steadying you as he kisses his way down. 

when he hovers over you he takes a moment to appreciate how wet you are before dipping his head between your legs. his tongue slowly trails its way from your entrance to your hood, getting a full taste of you. nanami lets out a deep hum. 

“oh-fuck yeah” he sighs. the tone of his voice sends a chill through you.  

you bite your lip to hold back a desperate moan. he’s barely started and you’re already crumbling beneath him.

“don’t hold back” he murmurs, his voice a deep, sensual rasp that makes you whimper. “i want to hear you.” you feel yourself melt. nanami is attentive, listening to each sound you make. and each time he feels you react, he pauses to murmur words of encouragement, his praise quiet but sincere.

you gasp and instinctively try to squirm away as he inserts his thick fingers into you. the stretch of it alone feels impossibly good. nanami brings your hips back to him. “let me take care of you” he whispers against you as he eases his way in. and you do, surrendering to him completely and letting yourself feel everything he’s offering.

your moans fill the room as nanami takes his time to pleasure you, both with his lips and fingers. he takes his time to find every sensitive spot with just enough pressure to build you up slowly, 

for the first time, you feel like your pleasure truly matters, that someone is as invested in your experience as you are. he listens to you carefully, focusing solely on your pleasure. he adjusts his touch and his pace, responding to each shift in your body until he hears your moans increase in pitch. the sensations are more intense than anything you’ve ever felt before.

the pleasure builds slowly, each wave more intense than the last, until you’re on the edge, teetering between control and complete surrender. his name falls from your lips, trying to warn him of the sensation no one’s ever made you feel before.

when nanami finally brings you to that breaking point, his name spills from your lips in a breathless cry, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure crash over you. the release is overwhelming, an intensity that leaves you trembling underneath him. he fingers and tongue don’t stop, working you through it so you can feel its full effects.

when nanami finally brings his actions to a halt, you’re fully satisfied, brain fuzzy and body feeling like you’re floating. he holds you close as you come down, his touch gentle and his lips pressing soft kisses along your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw.

with nanami, you’ll never have to worry about not being satisfied. he’ll focus on you for as long as you like. he wants you to enjoy every experience with him because it’s everything you deserve. it's a promise that he’ll continue drawing out every ounce of pleasure he knows you’ve never felt before.

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overwhelmed - kento nanami

summary - your husband, nanami, comforts you when you're having a bad mental health day

warning: mental health, crying, fluff, nanami being the perfect husband

the day had drained you more than you realized. it wasn’t just the mental weight, but the emotional exhaustion, the feeling that you were running on empty, that left you needing comfort more than anything. it felt like every part of you was stretched thin, fragile, and exposed, and all you wanted was something, someone, to help you hold it all together.

nanami knows you better than anyone, and even without you saying a word, he can tell that today’s been one of those days. the moment you step into the living room, he looks up from his spot on the couch, his gaze soft and understanding. no questions, no prodding—just the quiet, steady presence that you always find yourself needing.

“come here,” he says, his voice low and inviting.

you don’t have to ask him to repeat it. his arms are already open before you even step closer, and without thinking, you find yourself moving into them, instinctively seeking his warmth. nanami pulls you into his lap, his large hands gently cupping the back of your head, his fingers brushing through your hair with slow, deliberate strokes. 

as you settle deeper into nanami’s embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you grounding you, a soft sigh slips from your lips. it’s quiet at first, a delicate exhale of breath, but it carries with it the heaviness of everything you’ve been holding back. the kind of sigh that isn’t just a release of air but a release of all the things you’ve been too afraid to let go of.

for some reason, the small action pushes you over the edge. your chest tightens, and despite all the warmth, the comfort, and the security nanami is offering, tears begin to well up once more. it’s as if that sigh unlocked something that’s been buried too deep inside, and now it can’t be contained.

nanami feels it before you can even fully process it, his grip on you tightening just slightly, his fingers brushing softly through your hair to soothe you, to let you know it’s okay. he doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t need to. his arms, strong and steady around you, are more than enough.

but it’s too much, too overwhelming. the tears begin to fall freely, silently, each one carrying the weight of a day, a month, maybe even years of unspoken pain. you don’t understand why, but the tears come anyway, spilling out in an uncontrollable flood. you try to hold it in, to keep your breathing steady, but nanami simply holds you tighter, not trying to stop the tears or quiet your sobs.

"let it out," he murmurs softly, his hand gently rubbing circles on your back. his touch is steady and constant, never forcing, always giving you the space you need. his calm presence is like a lifeline, even as you break down in his arms, feeling the tears come faster, each one stripping you of some of the weight you've carried for too long.

he doesn’t rush you. he allows you to feel, to break if you need to, and in the quiet moments, you realize that his presence isn’t about fixing things—it’s about letting you be, no matter how messy or broken it might feel. he’s here, not because he has the answers, but because he’s committed to standing by you, holding you, through all of it.

you bury your face deeper into his chest, your shoulders shaking, and nanami, with his endless patience and quiet strength, simply holds you. his hands move up and down your back in a gentle, soothing motion, his fingers threading through your hair as he continues to whisper soft, reassuring words.

when the sobs start to fade, when the weight of the day feels less pressing, nanami shifts just enough to grab the book he’d set on the coffee table. he opens it, settling back against the couch with you still in his arms. his hands are still stroking your hair, his thumb running along the back of your neck in soft, rhythmic circles, while his voice, low and soothing, fills the space between you.

the words from the book drift through the room, slow and deliberate, creating a sense of calm that settles over you like a blanket. nanami doesn’t rush through the passages—he reads each sentence with care, his voice rich and steady, bringing the words to life with a quiet tenderness. it’s not about the story itself, but the way his voice becomes the anchor for your thoughts, the way his presence makes everything feel safe, contained.

with each turn of the page, each steady stroke of his hand through your hair, you feel your body relax further. the tightness in your chest eases, and you find yourself getting lost in the sound of his voice, the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. he doesn’t need to say anything more. the simple act of being here, with you, is enough.

when nanami finishes a chapter, he pauses, his fingers gently brushing over your head once more, before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple. “how are you feeling?” he asks quietly, but there’s no pressure to respond if you don’t want to. his tone is calm, considerate, and always patient.

you let out a slow breath, finally feeling some of the tension leave your body. “okay” you murmur, your voice a little hoarse from the tears. nanami tilts your chin up, his gaze soft, but unwavering. his eyes are filled with nothing but affection and care, and even without words, he tells you that it’s okay. you can fall apart in his arms, and he won’t ask you to be anything other than what you are in that moment.

he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, brushing away the last of the tears with his thumb. 

“thank you”. nanami simply nods, his hand still gently cradling the back of your head. “no need to thank me,” he says with a quiet smile. you nestle into his chest again, feeling his arms wrap around you, holding you securely. there’s no expectation, no rush for you to feel better. nanami’s presence is enough—his soothing touch, his quiet strength, his unwavering support. and at this moment, that’s all you need.

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nymphomaniac — jjk characters

summary — jjk men with their nympho gf

warning — nsfw!, afab reader, nymphomaniac, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, begging, cursing, overstimulation, cunnilingus, bondage, subspace

satoru gojo 

gojo is lucky to have a partner who can keep up with his energy. each intimate moment lasts for hours, leaving both of you in a breathless, tangled mess. even after he thinks he’s exhausted, hair tousled and skin still flushed, you surprise him by straddling him with that playful gleam in your eye that leaves him half-amused, half-awestruck. he lets out a deep laugh as he watches you.  

“you’re really trying to kill me, aren’t you?”. gojo’s already reaching for you, fingers finding their way to your hips, pressing you down against him as if his exhaustion has already been forgotten. he’ll gladly go until dawn if it means keeping up with you, diving back into the rhythm only the two of you can keep.

suguru geto

geto is such a giver. every intimate moment with him feels like heaven. he takes his time, tracing every curve of your body with his tongue as if memorizing you entirely. when his tongue reaches that perfect spot between your folds, you’re hooked, your breath hitching as pleasure courses through you. his touch is both gentle and insistent, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed.

selfishly, you find yourself wanting more, coaxing him to pleasure you again and again. each wave makes you gasp as it builds more and more intensely. your eyes brim with tears from the  mixture of overwhelming pleasure and the intensity of your release. your abs ache from how hard you’ve clenched them around his fingers and every flicker of his skillful tongue. 

geto watches you closely, his gaze filled with admiration and a hunger that mirrors your own. he thrives on the way you surrender to him, urging you on, coaxing out every last bit of pleasure until you can hardly catch your breath. and even when he thinks you’re at your limit, you push his head just a little further against you, silently pleading for more.

with a knowing smirk, geto is more than happy to give you what you want, diving back in and bringing you to another release, leaving you blissed out and utterly spent, completely at his mercy.

kento nanami

nanami is the epitome of control—or at least, he tries to be. but with you? he doesn’t stand a chance. your hunger for him is relentless. every chance you get, you’re pouncing on him just as he’s straightening his tie, sending teasing photos that pull him from the depths of his workday, or sneaking your hands beneath his collar when he’s focused on reports. each touch, each stolen moment leaves him with his hair a bit tousled and the faintest of marks under his collar, hints of your attention that no tie can fully hide.

for now, you’re on top, his hands steady and warm as they guide your hips. each slow movement is met with his deep, lingering kisses, drawing you closer until it’s almost too much to bear. “you know i’ll be late because of you,” he half-grumbles. you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face

but when you lean in for just a bit more, you feel his patience slip. he loosens his tie and easily binds your wrists, keeping your hands firmly in place. his eyes meet yours, softly warning you to behave. the tension in his touch is a reminder of the restraint he has. his voice low as he makes you promise to wait for him. and just before he leaves, he presses a final kiss to your forehead, murmuring that he’ll be back to finish what you started.

toji fushiguro

if there is anyone who enjoys sex more than toji, it’s you. he’s intense and unapologetically rough. no matter how sore he leaves you, you’re always ready for more, craving that intensity only he can bring. your skin is constantly left with lingering reminders of him: bruises, faint bite marks and the ache that never quite seemed to leave. 

toji knows exactly how far you like to go, testing boundaries with rough hands and harsh words, the gleam in his eyes daring you to take more. his grip is firm as he holds you in place, fingers pressing into your skin, his voice low as he lets you know exactly what he thinks of you. you can never get enough of the way he looks at you, the way he takes control, not hesitating to indulge your shared appetite for things darker and more intense. 

and for every time you thought you’d finally hit your limit, you found yourself craving more, drawn to the fire that only he seemed to ignite. and as much as he loves indulging you, he keeps an eye on you, always aware of when you’re close to drifting too deep into subspace. sometimes he’ll stop, grounding you with a firm voice or a steady hand, pulling you back just before you lose yourself entirely.

“stay with me” he murmurs, his grip firm but reassuring as he guides you through the waves of your release. 

ryomen sukuna

sukuna’s stamina is limitless, but he’s surprised by you keeping up with him, your body still craving more even after multiple releases. he’s made you finish a handful of times now, each climax leaving you breathless, yet still, you find yourself begging for him.

“someone’s being greedy, hm?” he taunts, his voice a low, sultry rumble that sends shivers down your spine. he thrusts into you with a force that makes your body quiver. even after your last release, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, not allowing him to pull out for even a moment. you crave the fullness of him, the way he fills you completely, and the heat of his body pressed against yours.

he hums, both intrigued and aroused by your relentless need for him. each movement of your body against his only intensifies his own desire, and he relishes in the way you cling to him, desperately chasing yet another high. the way your body responds to him—writhing and clenching around him—only fuels him.

sukuna watches you hungrily as he takes in the sight of you, flushed and breathless yet still wanting more. he growls, thrusting deeper, his pace quickening as he loses himself in the moment. with every thrust, he pushes you closer to the edge once more, reveling in the way your body responds to him. your whimpers and gasps urge him to keep going, to push you past your limits yet again. “let’s see how greedy you really are” he chuckles, his voice a seductive growl as he takes you higher and higher, determined to leave you a mess for him

choso kamo

choso is the one begging for a break as you ride him through his release, his hands gripping your hips tightly, trying to regain some control. but your hunger for him can’t be tamed, no matter how many rounds you go or how intense your own release is. each time you feel the tension build between you, it only stirs the desire within you deeper, fueling your need to keep going.

“fuck, baby, wait—” he gasps, his breath hitching as you continue to move against him, a wicked smile spreading across your face. you can see the way his eyes roll back slightly, the pleasure painting his features in a way that makes you crave him even more. it’s intoxicating to have him at your mercy, to watch as he struggles to keep up with your pace.

he tries to catch his breath, but the intensity of your movements leaves him moaning your name. you lean down, pressing your lips against his ear, whispering sweetly taunting words that only push him closer to the edge once again. each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through both of you, and even as he begs for a moment to breathe, your need for him drives you on, ignoring his pleas for a break.

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gentleman — kento nanami

summary — kento has a rough day and you let him take it out on you

warning — rough!nanami, cursing, mentions of safe word but not used, crying, overstimulation, mating press, hair pulling, mentions of aftercare, use of petnames, nanami being desperate, creampie, talking you through it

the front door closes softly, and you hear nanami sigh as his keys clatter into the dish by the entrance. his footsteps are heavy, carrying the weight of a long, exhausting day as he walks through the apartment, loosening his tie and rolling his shoulders back. he’s had one of those days again—the kind that weighs him down, fills his mind with frustration, and makes his jaw tense.

when he appears in the doorway, your face lights up with a soft smile. “hi, honey” you say sweetly, stepping forward to wrap your arms around his waist. his body is stiff, the day’s frustrations still lingering in his muscles, but he melts into your embrace, resting his chin against your head.

“rough day?” you ask, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest. his body, warm beneath the fabric of his shirt, gives away more than his words ever will.

nanami lets out a low grumble, his voice tinged with weariness. “yeah... you could say that”.

you hum in understanding, your fingers rubbing soothing circles into his back. “you work too hard” you chide lightly, a playful smile on your lips.

“i know” he murmurs, his hands resting on your hips. “just can’t help it sometimes”. 

lifting your head, you meet his eyes, the exhaustion still lingering in them. “baby” you say softly, your voice coaxing him out of the fog of his day. he looks down at you, his gaze tender but clouded with an intensity that hasn’t quite faded. he needs sleep, but first he needs to let off some steam.

“you don’t have to hold it all in” you tell him, your voice gentle yet firm. “let me help you. let me take care of you”. 

his brows knit together, concern flickering across his features as he considers your words. “are you sure?” he asks, his voice thick with need, your ever-caring husband still thinking of your well-being even when he's on edge.

“i trust you” you whisper, standing on your toes to kiss him softly.

nanami’s hands tighten on your waist, his resolve weakening. “promise me you’ll use the safe word if–” he says, his voice low and serious.

“i won’t need it” you assure him, your hands sliding up to cup his face, your touch grounding him. for a moment, he just stares into your eyes, searching for any hesitation. finding none, he exhales deeply, then presses his lips to your forehead, soft and tender.

but the shift happens quickly—one moment, he’s gentle, and the next, he’s scooping you up into his arms with a growl. a surprised squeak escapes your lips as he carries you to the couch, laying you down with a sudden urgency. his restraint, always present, finally snaps as he hovers over you, his eyes dark with desire.

his lips crash against yours, kissing you fiercely, the softness from earlier replaced with heated urgency. his hands roam your body, tugging at your clothes, exposing your skin to the cool air of the room. you gasp into the kiss, the force of his movements sending a thrill through you. you tug at his shirt, not caring to unbutton it first as you rip it open and push it past his shoulders. you hold onto his tie, tugging it towards you to bring him closer. nanami groans against your lips, slowly but surely losing his composure. 

your hands clutch his tie, pulling him closer as he grinds his hips into yours. the friction between you makes your head spin, the heat pooling low in your belly as his control slips further away.

his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust as he pulls back to lift your shirt over your head. his hands are rough as he grabs your bottoms, tugging them off– along with your panties– in one swift motion. he hastily takes off his belt and unzips his pants, not bothering to pull them all the way down as he frees himself, hard and ready. his strong hands grip your thighs, spreading you wide as he thrusts into you in one powerful motion.

he buries himself deep with a roughness that pulls a cry from your lips. it’s not like his usual slow, tender lovemaking. this is raw, intense, exactly what he needs after the kind of day he’s had.

the room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin as he thrusts into you, his pace fast and hard, each thrust pushing the couch further into the room as he holds you firmly in place. he folds you beneath him, legs pressed to your chest as he pounds into you relentlessly, mating press allowing him to claim every inch of you.

“kento!” you moan, clutching at his back, feeling the muscles flex under your fingers. he groans at the sound of his name, his pace quickening, the tension of the day releasing with every movement. his face is inches from yours, eyes boring into yours as he’s lost in the overwhelming need to lose himself in you.

his hands grip your thighs tightly, almost possessively, and you can feel the intensity of his frustration being poured into every thrust. but even in this moment, he doesn’t lose sight of you. his eyes, filled with hunger, never leave your face as he watches you writhe beneath him, the sound of your breathless moans pushing him closer to the edge.

“fuck”. his hips snap forward relentlessly as he presses his forehead into yours. “i need this” he pants, his voice rough and low. “need you”. 

you arch beneath him, moaning as he hits deeper, the angle pushing you to the edge faster than you can keep up with. his hand grips your thigh tighter, almost possessively, as he watches you, lost in the way you fall apart beneath him.

“ohhh-” you whimper, pushing against his broad chest. you always claim you can take what he gives you, but when he’s pummeling into you like this it’s hard to take someone of his size. 

“c’mon” he growls, his voice strained as he nears his own release. “give it to me, baby”. 

his words send you spiraling. your body tenses, and with a high-pitched moan, you fall over the edge, clenching tightly around him as your orgasm crashes through you.

nanami doesn’t slow down for a second. he pounds into you, fucking you through the waves of pleasure until he can’t hold back any longer. 

“ken!” you scream as your walls continue to tighten around him. the couch creaks beneath you. the room feels like it’s spinning, the world narrowing down to just you and him, lost in each other’s touch.

nanami’s breathing becomes more ragged, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts up into you harder, his control slipping as he chases his release.

“gonna cum” he groans as he buries himself deep inside you, filling you completely. nanami doesn’t move for a moment, his breath ragged as he presses his forehead to yours, still holding you close, his body heavy against yours. 

your sighs fill his ears as he feels your chest rise and fall quickly, finally able to come down from your high. nanami pulls back from you, eyes locking onto where you two meet. he groans softly as he pulls out. he takes his thumb and opens your hole, watching as his seed spills out of you and dribbles down your skin. 

the sight spurs his need again, and without warning, he flips you onto your stomach. he guides himself to your entrance as he fills you again. you gasp at the feeling, unable to do anything but take what he gives you. 

“nami!” you squeal as his hips slam against yours. tears of both pleasure and pain prick the corners of your eyes as the intensity overwhelms you. you reach back, pushing against his abs to slow him down. nanami grunts, roughly tugging off his tie and grabbing both of your wrists to bind them behind your back. 

he takes your hips in his grasp, pulling you back onto him to meet his thrusts. he curses out. your voice is almost raw as you cry out. each snap of his hips making the couch scrape further across the floor.

you’re gasping, moaning, crying as he takes what he wants, just like you asked him to. he forces another intense orgasm out of you and your body trembles beneath him. nanami moves his other hand from your hip to your head, holding a tight grip onto your hair as he pulls your head back, no regard for your comfort. 

you whimper and try to shift to give yourself a moment to breathe, but he growls low in his throat. nanami pushes a strong hand down on your back, placing you in a mean arch. “don’t fucking run from me” he grunts, his pace unrelenting.

you’re completely at his mercy, your body trembling beneath him as he chases his second release. it’s too much, too soon after your second orgasm. you scream his name as he easily brings you to your third orgasm, making your body shake violently.

he barks as you tighten around him again, holding him in a vice grip that brings him close to his second release. 

“fuck- gonna cum- gonna fucking cum” he chants as he chases his high. he’s relentless, rough and greedy until his second orgasm hits him. he moans loudly, gradually slowing his hips down until he’s at a complete stop. 

he takes a moment to catch his breath before he comes back to reality. slowly, his breathing evens out, and the tension begins to melt from his body. and just like that, the storm in him passes.

“my love” you hear him say softly. 

he pulls back slightly, the intensity in his eyes softening, the loving man you married returning as he looks down at you with concern. “did i hurt you?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender once more.

you shake your head, as you continue to catch your breath. he leans down, pressing a sweet kiss to your shoulder, the gentleness of it a stark contrast to the roughness from moments before. 

“c’mere”  he whispers. nanami pulls out and you shudder at the sudden emptiness. he makes sure to free your wrists, before he brings you into his chest, caressing your skin. he wipes away the tears left on your cheeks.

“thank you” he says as he presses his lips to your skin. “i love you” he whispers against your lips, his voice filled with warmth and affection as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you further into his chest.

“i love you” you murmur, snuggling into his embrace. with a content sigh, nanami holds you close, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back and massaging your scalp. the stress of his day is gone now, replaced with the quiet, comforting love that’s always been between you.

and once again, he’s your loving husband—the one who would do anything for you, just as you would for him.

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