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itsfairly · 3 months

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Two Negatives Make a Positive // Nanami Kento x f!reader

word count: 2.4k

cw: f!reader, neighbors to lovers, valentine's inspired (not mentioned but that's the main idea), not proofread

summary: dating can be tricky and nanami has confirmed that fact tonight on his date. but as he gets home and sees his neighbor alone by the stairs, he gets the feeling he isn't the only one with a bad night.

notes: i have no notes other than you can tell when things started to flow for him in this one.

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His date wasn’t going well. Not because his date was rude or not interested, but it didn’t feel like a date. Rather than feeling his cheeks hurt from how much he was smiling, Nanami felt he was just being polite rather than smitten. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions so quickly, he thought, maybe as the date went on things would fall into place to meet again.

But things never seem to fall just right. Conversation was bland and when it seemed like it would get better, the moment didn’t seem to last for longer than a few seconds whether because of an interruption or because that was the end of that thread. They couldn’t seem to find their pace, resulting in multiple occasions when they ended up interrupting each other mid-sentence, maybe her sneaking her phone down the table as if to escape the awkwardness of the situation, which only made it worse in his eyes. It was obvious to know that, despite the kind “we should do this again sometime”, they wouldn’t meet each other for a second date.

After walking his date to their car, Nanami sighs, running his fingers through his hair. This one wasn’t as lucky either. Neither was the last, and the one before that, and the one before that…when did dating become so complicated? Even with this many ways to meet other people, the universe didn’t seem to help him much with his cards. Again, it wasn't like the people he met were horrible, they were always polite and even lovely, but it didn’t seem to click with any of them. Nanami was beginning to think that maybe he was looking for a spark that didn’t exist for many people, that he was having too high of expectations and he had to lower them to his dismay.

For now, he just wanted to be alone, maybe have something to get rid of that sad taste in his mouth once he got home. The drive was nothing noteworthy, simply love songs playing on the radio no matter how much he tried to avoid them by changing stations, almost as if the universe decided that mocking him was much more fun than helping him in his predicament. But eventually he gets home, but he also sees you. His neighbor was all dressed up and sitting by the entrance of the building with your phone in your hand.

Of course he knew you, but he had to admit he had to double check to confirm it was you. He just never caught you looking so…elegant like this, you were always rushing out of the building and coming back so exhausted from work that you always kept your appearance simple to make it easier to maintain. Not tonight. Tonight it was obvious that you took the time to impress someone: flowery dress with heels, blush and glossy lips, string earrings that match your necklace, along with a small purse that kept you company on the side. Another thing that was different was your face, not because of the make up but because of your expression. Rather than the bright and confident look that you always wore, you were looking down with a soured expression, letting out a frown as you put your phone down and buried your face in your hands.

While Nanami did know you, it wasn’t anything beyond neighbors. Hello and good evening accompanied by small talk for the sake of being polite, nothing more. But it wasn’t like he could just walk past you when you were obviously distressed. It might not be his place as a guy that happened to live in the same building as you, but he couldn’t ignore that you were alone outside and all dressed up. His mind made two and two together and decided to walk up ahead to you.

“Seems like I’m not the only one ending the night on a bad note.” Nanami said, trying to sound as casual as possible. He didn’t want to seem as if all he wanted was to downplay what you were going through.

You run your hands up through your hair, looking up at Nanami before you. Just like you, he was dressed quite elegantly, his blazer hanging around his arm and revealing the rest of his white shirt and black vest. He always dressed quite professional, being a businessman and all, as well as always looking quite stressed. Tonight though, he seemed let down, just like you did.

“You’re a man, right?” You asked, sounding gloomy. Before he could express his confusion to the question, you continued with, “explain to me why a guy would cancel a date five minutes before it.”

So it was as he thought, he got much luckier than you by not getting stood up by his date like you were. Offering a sympathetic chuckle, he sits down one the stairs with you. Not by your side but on the opposite side of the stairs to you. It was one thing for a date to not work like this, but it was another one to get canceled at the last minute, practically to be denied the chance to know whether or not it would lead to something more. It was a quite immature move to cancel so quickly and out of nowhere, especially when it seemed like you really put a lot of consideration into tonight if you looked like that.

“Do you want a polite answer or my answer?” He asks, bringing his hands together as he rests his elbows on his legs.

“Whichever is more real.” You mumbled.

Nanami sighs, looking up at the night sky as he searches for an answer. He didn’t want to make you feel worse, especially considering that your date’s actions are nowhere near your responsibility, but he knew how it could be so easy to beat yourself up over it if you looked distressed over it.

“Maybe he got cold feet at the last minute, realized that dating isn’t his thing or found someone else. Regardless, if he canceled minutes before your date, they are not worth your time if they disrespect you so quickly.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around your legs and resting your head on your knees, looking straight ahead. Nanami could only hope that his words weren’t too harsh on you, so he decides to add onto his answer to soften whatever blow he might have landed.

“Besides, a man doesn't cancel a date so close to it. Maybe you got lucky avoiding such an immature guy just now.”

You chuckled, the corner of your lips lifting for a second in appreciation. You turn to look at him, your back resting against the stairs rail with a sigh.

“I know it has nothing to do with me or that I did something wrong, it’s just that I was excited for tonight. You know, that giddiness that comes on a date, getting to know each other, and…just hoping for more…”

As your words trail off, the two of you sit in silence, letting those feelings of disappointment come back up for Nanami. Those experiences you described were the ones he felt he was left out of tonight, instead getting brushed to the side at times by getting interrupted or his date focusing on something else other than their date together, as well as hoping for the date to either end or get better rather than wishing more of it. Of course, you probably felt the same as him, deprived of what so many people call the purpose of life. What a joke, he thought. If the purpose of life was to find someone you loved, then why was it so hard for some over others.

It felt weird for this to be his first conversation with you outside of small talk and other neighborly matters, but at the same time there was this odd comfort in knowing he wasn’t the only one feeling robbed of some romance for tonight, someone to share his misery with, even if you two were yet to know each other better.

“Being on the date isn’t easier either,” Nanami broke the silence with a light scoff.

You raise your brow at him, taking a good look up and down before asking, “Is that why you're all dressed up? I mean, you’re always looking very fancy and elegant. It’s just that tonight you looked like you were headed to somewhere nice.”

He chuckled, surprised at the subtle compliment, he doesn't comet much about it. “I did. It just wasn’t the date I was hoping for.”

You softened, your brows pinching together as your shoulders relaxed. “Was it that bad?”

“It wasn’t bad. She didn't do anything outrageous, but it was just uncomfortable. Not because of first date nerves, but because we didn't really click.” Nanami explained, shrugging his shoulders to show that it wasn’t that big of a deal. It wasn’t that things didn’t work out on this particular date that bothered him anyways, it was that things weren't working out for quite some time and it was growing frustrating for him.

You nodded, taking in his words as well as his frustration. It was a different kind of frustration to yours at the moment, but it was the same feeling. You two were still looking for that romance that simply didn’t seem to come to either of you just yet, no matter how hard you tried to find it.

“Seems like dating is hard for the both of us.” You chuckled, resting your head against the railing. “It’s too tricky. Maybe we should start a support group for the romantically challenged."

Nanami chuckles, no, he laughs. It was enough to lift up his spirits after bringing them down. He shrugs, looking at you with a sympathetic smile, “That would mean we would have to find other people to join in.”

“I think people would be embarrassed to even join. You know, between dating apps and all, they would feel like there’s no excuse to complain about being single.”

“Then it can be just the two of us. It seems like we understand each other right now.”

You smile, making Nanami’s mood improve when he sees that smile that you always wear. That smile simply pulls your look together, brighter than the jewelry you’re wearing and softer than the dress around your body. It was strange. He just came out of a nice restaurant, the kind that has a nice dinner with dim lights, and he was having much more fun at the stairs of his building with his neighbor. One moment frustrated that his date didn’t click and the next feeling his lips curl up because of your smile, a smile that was because of him.

It took a second for him to realize that he was smiling much more sincerely before you than he did before his date tonight, a smile that not only reached his cheeks but also his eyes. That his chest was warming up with that feeling he has been seeking for longer than just this evening. That things were clicking.

After a few seconds of silence, he speaks up, his voice softer and tender, “I should’ve said this before, but you look really pretty tonight.”

Your smile softens as your head tilts downwards to look down at your clothes, as if you had forgotten that you had gotten ready for tonight, before looking back up to him, “oh, thank you…you look very nice yourself. Well, you always do, considering that this…” you signal to his clothes up and down with your hand, “...is what you wear on a daily basis. It’s a really good look on you.”

He chuckles, looking downwards for a second as he thinks on what to respond before he realizes he has a blazer on his lap. He looks up at the sky, the moon high on the night with the stars shining all around it, making him remember your smile and the earrings that frame your face nicely. He thinks that sight of you looks just as beautiful as the sky right now…

“Thank you. I wasn’t saying it to be nice though. I meant it and it’s a shame that they canceled and missed out on such a lovely person.” He reaffirms, scooting a bit closer to you.

You hummed, not scooting away from him or pushing him away. In fact, it seemed like your eyes couldn’t drift away from him. Whether it was the moon shining on them or something else, there was a shine to them now. He liked it. He really really liked it.

“Say,” Nanami clears his throat, swallowing his nerves as he looks at you with a hint of shyness now that he realized how much of a reaction he was having at the moment, “since we’re both so dressed up, what if we go out for a drink? To end the night on a better note.”

You chuckled, nodding at his proposal as you extended your hand for him to grab. “Thought you never ask.” You say playfully, your smile reaching your eyes as they squinted slightly.

Nanami chuckles as well, getting up from the stairs and standing in front of you to take your hand. As he lifts you up the stairs, he wraps his blazer around you, meeting a soft “oh” from your lips. When you try to take it off, insisting that he doesn't need to, he shakes his head.

“Please, it’s already late out here and cold. At least until we reach my car.” He insists, tilting his head down towards you to meet your eyes.

You keep your hands on his blazer, pulling it closer to you by the edges of it as you thank him. It was a nice feeling, maybe this is what he meant earlier when he called the guy that stood you up as immature because here he was as his contrast. Nanami wasn’t even your date until a few seconds ago and he was already making you feel all those butterflies in your stomach, that giddiness, that excitement of getting to know him…maybe this was what it meant to go out with a man that knew the kind of relationship he wanted. Secure and upfront, but also tender and considerate.

Opening the door of the car for you, Nanami helps you into the seat and then walks around the car on his own, a genuine smile on his face as he drives off to a café you recommended just now. As he drove, those same love songs from earlier keep playing on the radio, making him thank the universe for letting things play out the way they were supposed to. Now, not only did he know you two would do this again soon, but he also got that spark he has been looking for with you.

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melancholymetropolis · 3 years

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Dumb Bitch Itis

Pairings: Athlete!Nanami Kento x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Olympics AU After her shirt gets painted with scalding, hot coffee, Y/N proceeds to wash her shirt in Olympic Volleyball player Nanami Kento's hotel room.

Warnings: This is only SMUT. There's a dash of fluff, but that's really it. It basically jumps right into. Kinda unedited.

A/N: I missed y'all!!!! On god! You guys are so freaking supportive and patient. I love you guys so freaking much! It's been a pretty rough summer, so writing has been my only peace out of everything. I am grateful for all 703 of my followers!!!!!! If you want to commission me, click here!

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Word Count: 4500

The coffee cup collapsed against my chest before its hot liquid erupted from the broken seal. Like magma, the beverage seeped through my clothes and was probably hot enough to melt it right off. I pushed away from the smaller gentleman and released a disgusting sling of curses. Hoping that with each profanity I yelled the pain would lessen.

It didn’t.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t see you—” He stumbled forward causing more coffee to fall on the floor just at my feet.

“It’s fine!” I said through gritted teeth. “Just let me move out of your way.”

I turned on my heel and started speed walking down the hall. More curses fell from my lips as my white tennis shoes started to squeak against the tiled floor. The heat from the coffee made the leather feel like a furnace and the longer I walked the more I wanted to throw them at that intern’s fucking head. I moved the gift basket to my other hand and reached into my back pocket for the door key. I narrowed my eyes at the descending numbers, constantly repeating 2297 in my head as I walked along the corridor. The door arrived on my right and didn’t hesitate to slide the bit of plastic in the slot. The door automatically opened and I practically leaped into the room. I kicked my shoes off at the door and ran to the kitchen.

I placed the massive gift basket on the circle table in the center of the room and strutted toward the sink. I turned on the water and proceeded to ring out the sopping coffee patch from the front of my shirt. The brown liquid swirling in the silver bowl as it danced down the drain. After about a minute of leaning over the sink, a dull ache started to intensify in my back and I quickly repositioned myself. I practically tore the garment from my body and threw it in the sink. I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed.

I was seconds away from losing it. This day had been nothing short of a nightmare. The coach wouldn’t stop pestering me about the players’ performance at the games. The press had been hounding me all day, trying to distinguish what hotel room which payer was staying in. A bunch of groupies was waving signs in the lobby and screaming for Gojo to greet them. Then, the icing on the cake got scalded by coffee on the way to my last errand of the day. All I wanted was to take a hot shower and put my feet up. Was that too much to ask?

The slam from the heavy metal door snapped me from my mind and forced me to face the newcomer. Nanami Kento. The middle blocker of Japan’s Olympic volleyball team. He was dressed in a pair of Adidas joggers and a plain white t-shirt. Although the outfit had been relatively mundane, he looked absolutely phenomenal in it. His broad chest stretched the comfortable cotton and was practically painted on it. Yet, the shirt hung very loosely near his waist. Highlighting how narrow it had been. His hair had been combed back and sunglasses were resting atop his head. His brown eyes inched up and down my body. Almost as if he were determining if I had been truly there. In his hotel room. In the kitchen area. With my shirt off.

“Hi!” I said nervously. “I was just dropping off your goodie basket.”

Nanami looks down at the massive gift on the round table and back at me. He doesn’t say a word.

“I just—” I turn around and look down at the sink. I gather my soaking garment from the bin and ring it out. “Some guy ran into me with four cups of scalding hot coffee and practically painted me with them. It just happened, before I got here, I mean.” I turned around to face the athlete, who was a few steps closer to me. His eyes still gracing my figure and presence are so intimidating. “I’m sorry for intruding, I’ll just go—”

“You don’t have to apologize for something that wasn’t in your control,” his voice was low and powerful. It filled the room with ease and demanded to be heard.

“Oh, okay,” I stammered over my words. His intense gaze had been going to my head and making everything around me so fuzzy.

His body was a mere foot from mine a moment later and I could feel a blush rise to my cheeks. “There’s a laundry room down the hall. You can use the shower while I put your shirt in the wash. If that’s what you want?”

“Y-Yeah! But, I don’t have anything to wear in the meantime,” I replied, digging my nails into my palms.

“You can borrow some of my clothes,” he reassured me.

I brought my eyes down to his chest and allowed them to graze over his body. Then, I looked down at my vessel. My plump thighs, a chubby tummy, and ample breasts immediately come to mind. “Uh… do you think they’re gonna fit?”

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” he said, turning away from me. “I’m sure I’ll find you something.”

Upon opening the bathroom door, I found a neat, little pile of clothes on the floor. I craned my neck and looked on either side of the room: I was alone. Nanami must’ve been in the laundry room. I quickly grabbed the little mountain and closed the door. I lifted the first garment to my body. It was a Nike sweatshirt. I slipped it over my body and was relatively surprised to see that it fell just above my knees. It was enormous. And, so soft. I brought the sleeve to my face and gently brushed it against my cheek. His woodsy cologne filled my nose and I allowed my eyes to flutter shut. Even after two years of working with the Volleyball team, Nanami’s warm aroma still made me weak at the knees. He always smelled so fucking good. Like a warm fire and maple syrup. He smelled of Autumn nights in the woods and wondrous dreams. Even when he was a sweaty mess on the court, he kept his scent. As much as I tried to ignore him, or keep my distance, I always managed to get close enough to smell him.

Underneath the sweatshirt had been a pair of cotton gym shorts. The tag had still been on them. Just as I slid them against my legs, I could feel the waistband tightening: they were far too small. I folded the shorts and placed them on the toilet seat. As I looked on the bathroom floor, I realized something. I hadn’t only given Nanami my shirt and pants. I gave him everything. My shirt, pants, bra, underwear, and even my socks. I had nothing else to wear but this damned sweatshirt.

“Oh fuck,” I said as I palmed my face. I groaned loudly and tightly gripped the sleeves of the sweatshirt. “Talk about dumb bitch itis.”

After a few seconds of silent complaining, I gathered the shorts and exited the bathroom. Just as Nanami was entering the kitchen area. He looked down at me with a questioned glint in his eye.

“Did they not fit?” He asked abruptly.

“No, they didn’t,” I said with a disappointed look. “My ass is too fat.”

Why the fuck did I say that?

A blush erupts on my face seconds later and I immediately press a hand to my face. “Ignore my stupidity. Please.”

A smooth chuckle filled the room and a large hand was placed on my shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” he said with an amused twang in his voice. “I find your little remarks funny.”

I removed the hand from my face and looked into his mahogany eyes. His pupils were expanded the longer I gazed into. Just as his lips gently separated. I had never seen the older man so realized. He almost had a youthful glow about him.

Why are you so fucking attractive?

I cleared my throat and handed him the shorts. “Thank you. For everything.”

“No worries,” Nanami responded as he retrieved the garment.

I took a seat at the small round table, where the gift basket rested. I eyed the imported meats and jams from all around the world. Along with two bottles of wine and chocolate-covered strawberries. My stomach growled, despite all my efforts to contain the wounded whale noise. I nervously looked up at Nanami and he just gave me a little smirk. He turned over to the cabinet and removed a few items. Two small plates, wine glasses, and a knife. He placed the cutlery on the table, before turning away again to reach for something on the other side of the counter. To my surprise, it was a baguette, stored in a white paper bag. Nanami took the seat across from me and began opening the basket.

“I must admit, I was a little bit hungry myself,” he said gently. “But, I just didn’t want to say anything.”

“Oh really?” I questioned leaning forward.

“These events always go on for so long,” he continued. “It is so hard to find the time to get a bite in without the camera watching your every move.”

“You’re not wrong,” I agreed with a nod.

Nanami removed the large plastic covering from the basket before tossing it to the side. He eyes all the goodies before slightly groaning. “They gave me chocolate-covered strawberries.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“Not really,” he replied. “I just don’t particularly like them, that’s all.”

“How could you not like chocolate-covered strawberries!?” I asked in complete disbelief.

“It’s either the coating is too sweet, or the strawberry is too ripe,” Nanami explained. “So, it just takes like a puddle of mush in my mouth. It’s not a great feeling.”

“I see your point,” I nodded.

He slid the clear box across the table and simply said, “Try them and tell me how they taste.”

I popped the lid off of the container and took the fruit by the stem. I opened my mouth slightly and took a bite. My eyes widened instantly, as a moan fell from my lips. The strawberry was perfectly ripe, so it had a nice snap to it. While the chocolate was a rich, dark kind and it perfectly tempered the sweetness from the fruit. I finished off the berry with a satisfied grin on my face, before reaching for another one.

“So. . . ?” Nanami asked from across the table.

“These are so good!” I said with a smile. “You gotta try them!”

“Hmm. . . I don’t know—”

“I’m not taking no for an answer,” I interjected as I rose from my seat. I leaned across the table and held out the berry that I had in my hand. “Now, open up .”

“Aren’t you bossy?” Nanami smiled to himself, before separating his lips and taking the fruit into his mouth. His brown eyes never left mine as he took a small bite of the treat. He chewed slowly. Savoring the decadent flavor and texture. He opened his mouth some more, taking another bite. This time it was a little bit bigger than the last. Again, Nanami took his time to savor the dessert. Keeping his eyes glued to my flushed face. I was so sucked into his aura that I completely disregarded the streams of strawberry juice painting my fingers. When I went to wipe it off, Nanami simply gripped my wrist and gave a disapproved look.

“Come here,” his voice deepened and Adam’s apple bobbed.

I moved around the small round table, taking my sweet time as I went. And, when I was directly in front of him, I could feel my heart pound in my chest. Nanami removed the green bit from my fingertips, before opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. He dragged the pink muscle across the surface of my hand slowly. Sensually. Never taking his eyes off of me.

Air seemed to leave my lungs as I watched his tongue do all the work. My mind slowly started to fog and my legs weakened. Everything happened so quickly. One second, Nanami was seated before me at the table and the next I was seated on the countertop with his waist between my legs. His lips were on mine. Taking my very breath away. Nanami moaned against my mouth before taking my bottom lip between his teeth. I widened my legs, greedily wanting him to be close to me. My entire body was hot, and my womanhood was dripping. I felt one of his hands creep into the small separating our bodies and settle on my naked thigh. His thumb seductively teased my vulva before going straight for my clit. My legs twitched at the new stimulation and a moan oozed from my mouth.

“You’re so wet for me, little one,” he said against my lips.

“Mhm!” I replied with a low moan.

Nanami pulled away from the kiss and looked down at me. Eyes nearly black with lust. “Do you want me to make you feel good, darling?”

“Please, Nanami,” I slurred as I felt his thumb move a little faster on my bud. “Please make me feel good.”

“Kento,” he said as he kissed down my jaw to my neck. “You call me Kento from now on.”

“Okay,” I replied breathlessly. My eyes fluttered closed and I craned my neck to the side. Just enough for him to suckle against the sensitive skin. “Kento, please make me feel good.”

“Good girl, Y/N,” he replied before removing his hand from between my thighs.

Nanami proceeds to kiss down my clothed torso before settling on his knees. He moves my pelvis to the very edge of the counter before he spreads my lower lips and kisses my throbbing clit. “Look at you. So pink. So pretty.” He runs his tongue against the throbbing bud and a moan falls from my lips. “And so sensitive.” Nanami forces my legs open wider, before spitting on my already wet cunt. He drags his wide tongue against my folds slowly, tasting all of my slick before dipping it into my awaiting center.

My legs twitch again and a squeal dances across my lips. “Oh fuck!”

“Oh, so you like that, huh?” His brown eyes gaze up at me, observing my every move. “You like it when I fuck you with my tongue?”

I nodded shyly. “Yes, please don’t stop.”

Nanami dipped his head back to my core and used his thumbs to thread my folds apart. He dipped his tongue in and out of the slick crevice sensually. He swallowed the muscle around as he did so. After a minute or two of the action, his hot mouth made it back to my clit. His lips wrapped around the throbbing bud, as his tongue wiggled all over it. Nanami hadn’t been the type of man to give a woman cute, little kitten licks and call that oral sex. He wanted me to feel every centimeter of his tongue. Not just the tip, but the top, both sides, and the bottom. The blonde man swirled the muscle against my clit, making sure to cover to caress every side of the little bud. And when he had been tired of that motion, he hollowed his cheeks and began to move his head side to side. Just when I thought I could take any more stimulation, he proceeds to push his thumb in my core.

Animalist sounds had been pouring from my body as I hand tightly gripped the roots of his hair. The other hand was pressed flat against the counter, providing support for my back. I started to roll my hips against his lips and I swore fireworks were erupting my eyelids. My clenched jaw began to relax as I felt the tension within me rise. I was so close to reaching my peak, I didn’t want that moment to end. I licked my lips and dropped my shoulders. I took deep breaths to calm the incoming wave of pleasure. To lessen the blow, I eased my eyes open and released the grip on Nanami’s hair. The effort didn’t last very long, since Nanami began to bob his head up and down. Whilst sucking my clit. My toes curled against themselves and my legs tense. My right hand gripped the collar of the sweatshirt and dug my nails into the cloth. My breathing increased and my eyes started to water. My stomach hallowed as the throbbing of my womanhood increased.

“I’m gonna—! I’m gonna—!” My sentence was cut off by gasps.

I desperately found it increasingly hard to breathe, let alone string three words together.

And, just like that, all the feeling in my body stopped. The vibrant sounds all around me— the slight hum of the air conditioning, the slight chattering of the people passing by, and the soft groans of Nanami— muffled. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my mouth fell open. A low groan erupted from the depths of my being as the orgasm formed. In the heat of the moment, all I could process was how skilled Nanami’s mouth was against my aching cunt. I couldn’t process the vibrating phone on the kitchen table. Nor could I have taken in the rivers of fluid dripping my hole.

When the wave came to a gentle end, Nanami rose from his knees and looked me in the eye. He brought his thumb to his lips and sucked. The blonde man smirked and situated himself in between my thighs.

“Who would’ve thought you were a creamer?” He said with a low chuckle. “And such a good girl.” He captured my lips against his own and moaned. “You taste so good, little one. I want to keep you all to myself.” His hands slide underneath the sweatshirt, scrunching the material along the way. Seconds later, the garment was tossed across the room and I was sitting stark naked on the granite countertop. Facing a fully clothed Nanami. “Now, before we go any further, I’m gonna ask you something really important.”

“What is it?” I replied, looking up at the towering man.

Nanami placed an index finger underneath my chin before pressing a sweet kiss onto my lips. He pulled away from the embrace and looked me dead in the eye. “Are you comfortable with continuing our little rendezvous?”

“Y-yes! I’m comfortable,” I answered, as a blush rose to my cheeks.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” He pressed on, leaning closer to me. “I don’t mind stopping if you just aren’t feeling up to it.”

I took a deep breath and assembled all the courage in my being. What was about to say next had been completely out of pocket, but I couldn’t think of any other way to get my point across. “Kento, stop being such a fucking gentleman and take me from behind.”

Without a word, Nanami rids himself of his shirt and unbuckles his belt. He shoves his pants down his legs and kicks them off. He pulls my body off the counter and twirls me around. In the near distance, I hear the familiar crackle of a condom wrapper and the slamming of the bathroom cabinet. With my chest pressed against the surface, he sank into me. His hard shaft stretched my walls as he pushed himself inside.

“Oooh, you’re so big,” I said with a gasp.

“And you’re so tight,” he replied before combing my braids to one shoulder. “Tell me when you’re ready, darling.”

I relaxed my back and took several deep breaths. He had been the biggest man I had ever been with. His heavy cock had already been resting neatly against the roof of my vagina and I already knew that I was a goner. I wiggled my hips to alert the blond man of my comfortability, somewhat afraid that if I speak that I’d sound even more desperate. He eased out of my core, leaving just the tip in, before pushing himself right back at it. No with brute force, but with some kind of resistance. He continued those deep, slow strokes for a little while. Making sure I had warmed up to him long enough for his main assault. When I started to throw my ass back to meet his thrusts, Nanami began to move his hips faster. Hammering his member into me without any warning. Pleasure rippled through my body. His girthy cock had been stretching my canal in every possible way. Gravity had made it fall right on of my g-spot, which made each thrust insanely brutal. I felt his arm wrap around my waist and hold me in position, while the other hand rubbed soft circles on my clit. With my hands flat on the counter, I pushed my body up and arched my back. My breasts bounced violently with each thrust, and so did my ass. My plush body practically became a puddle against his rock-hard muscles.

The longer he pounded into my fat cunt, the more I was astonished by this union. How the fuck did I end up bent over a kitchen counter, and fucked into oblivion by one of Japan’s sweethearts? Some horny, middle-writer must’ve taken the wheel because this kind of thing has never happened to me before. Sure, I hooked up with hot guys all the time, but this was different. Nanami Kento was a man that millions of women would bend backward for. He had options, including other Olympians. Motherfucker could be in one of the orgy parties happening at this very moment. Yet, the older man decided to spend a Friday afternoon railing his coach’s assistant.

What a time to be alive.

Nanami kept his rapid, deep pace well into the rendezvous. But, after a short while, he removed the hand from my aching little and placed it on my throat. A grateful moan fell from my lips as my eyes fluttered closed.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He growled in my ear. “You little my hand around your press throat?”

“Yes,” I replied, breathless.

He groaned softly and squeezed his fingers. “You are such a good girl. Taking my cock with no complaints. Moaning my name like no tomorrow. Milking me for everything I’m worth.”

Nanami’s hand collided with my thigh and I squealed.

“You have no idea how long I waited to fuck that juicy cunt of yours,” he continued. “You were always so sexy to me. Showing your legs in those short tennis skirts. God, I just wanted to drag you to the locker room and fuck you right then and there. Have you screaming for everyone to hear.” Nanami grunts loudly and tightens his grip around my waist. “You are mine now. Mind, body, and soul. No one and I mean no one gets to fuck you like this ever again. You don’t get to scream anyone else’s name but mine. Do you understand me, Y/N? You are mine.”

I pressed my palms harder against the countertop and tried to slow down my breathing. My arousal had been dripping down my thighs in milky streams and my ass had been a bright red because of the harsh slaps he had given it. My knees were slowly turning into jelly as my walls began to pulsate. The peak of my bliss had been rapidly approaching and I had no way of dumbing down its intensity. I relaxed my jaw and allowed my eyes to close. The gentle humming of the orgasm approached and I rode the wave. My knees wobbled against the lower cabinets as deep, throaty pants were pulled from my body. I hunched my back forward and pressed my palms against the countertop. Aching for some sort of stability. Goosebumps rose on my arms and legs. All the sounds in the room melted away and left me with a dull ringing in my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt tears roll down my cheeks.

“Oh my god. . .” I slurred underneath my breath as the peak of my ride subsided.

Nanami’s lips released a string of sensual moans before I felt his cock twitch within me. He forces out a deep breath and presses his body against my back. The older man pulls out of my slick entrance and begins kissing my shoulders. He gently spins me around to face him and plants a wet kiss on my swollen lips. He doesn’t say a word, just looks at me with half-shut eyes and combs the braids from my eyes.

It was my vibrating phone that snapped me back to reality. I quickly pulled away from the athlete and reached for the device on the round table a few feet away.

“Hello?” I said breathlessly.

“Where the hell is Nanami?” Coach Yaga screamed on the other line of the phone. “We started practice over thirty minutes ago and his ass isn’t even here!”

“I-I haven’t seen him, sir,” I replied. “I just dropped off his basket and left. He wasn’t in the room when I was there.”

“I understand it’s your night off, but I need you to find that asshole pronto,” he snarled. “I’ll give you the entire weekend if you just bring him to the gym.”

“O-okay! Will do,” I said with a nod.

“Good, call me back when you find him.”

I hung up the phone and looked over at the athlete; who had remained as naked as I left him. Yet, he was no longer soft.

“You better get in the shower,” I boasted with narrow eyes. “I will not be out of a job because you missed practice.”

“Let me remind you, little one,” Nanami said as he closed the distance between us. “You are the reason why I am late. So, the only person you can blame is yourself.”

“I didn’t ask you to fuck me— “

“Actually, you did—”

“I will beat your ass!”

“I’d like to see you try.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and looked up at him. “If you don’t hurry up and get to the gym, this will be the final time you’ll ever see me naked.”

Nanami’s hands gripped my waist tightly as he pressed his body against mine. “You make a tough bargain. But, I’m gonna need a little more convincing.”

“Fine,” I said with a sigh. “I guess I’m gonna take Gojo up on his offer.”

“What offer?”

“He wanted to go on a mochi date tonight. Maybe have some ramen. Depends on how the night goes.”

“You better not be teasing me Y/N.”

“I’m not. He’s super into me and I kinda want to give him a shot. What do I have to lose?”

“Millions of brain cells.”

“Be nice.”

“I don’t have to. He’s a fucking idiot.”

I laugh loudly and pull away from the skyscraper of a man. “Well, I find it charming. At least he cares about volleyball. Unlike someone, I know.”

Nanami groans softly and departs in the direction of the bathroom. “Fine, but you better be joining me. Can’t meet the coach all sweaty and sticky.”

“Only if you keep your hands to yourself.”

“No promises.”

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