Overtime - Nanami Kento x Reader

Overtime

Nanami hates working overtime. No matter what job, either it be exorcising deadly curses or a mundane 9-5 office job, nothing stimulated him enough. Nanami had other things on his mind, other matters to take care of.

I take the half empty bottle of red wine out of the fridge, and let out an exasperated breath. 5:45pm. I read on the stove clock. He was late again.

I knew my husband had somehow gotten himself entangled in overtime, which seemed to be happening more often. Some evenings I'd pry for details, but it never seemed to get far. He'd scoff, and simply grunt "I hate overtime".

I knew that he did not want to spend his time at work. I knew this all too well, because as soon as he would enter through the doorway he'd charge towards me, and demand my body. Sometimes, he wouldn't even say a word, he would just sigh delicately, then flip me over with an intense force, and pin me on the carpet. It was rare that his fits of frustration would even make it to the bedroom. My spine was rough, bruised, and calloused at this point. The later he came home, the more aggressive he would be.

A apart of me wished that he would be as late as possible tonight. Three wine glasses down, and I wanted him. As if on queue, I heard the sound of the front door being forced open, and a long, aggressive, sigh. At last.

I perked up from my wine glass, and made eye contact with the bruiting figure approaching me. He hadn't even closed the door yet. I smiled warmly,

"I've missed you." I mused. He hovered over me, and put his hands on my waist. I laughed lightly, and took another sip of my wine. As soon as the glass left my lips, it was forcefully slapped out of my hand, shattering all over the floor.

"What the fuck, Nanami?"

"shut up slut".

His hand gripped tightly around the side of my neck. It hurt, his hand still warm from slapping my wine glass. It burned as he squeezed it tighter, but I liked it. I craved more.

"make me" I whispered

Without a word, he yanked my face towards his, his other hand's grip on my throat tightening ever so slightly.

"you're gonna regret that, you little whore"

I only smirked, and he suddenly curled the fabric from the neckline of my sleep shirt in his fists, pulling me from the middle of the foyer and slamming me into the wall. He ripped off all my clothes and pinned me against the wall.

I felt his hot breath on my face. I wanted to inhale his shaky breathe like a cigarette. I went to move my arms, but he was faster. In a swift motion, he pinned both my arms above my head, his large hand gripping my wrists tightly. I whimpered softly, trying not to alert him.

He heard me.

He sunk into my body, and pressed his check onto mine, leaning closely into my ear,

"Y/n, you talk a big game. Don't you know, I'm a stressed man? I work so you can wear your pretty little clothes, and drape around the house like a slut. Then, you make me ruin them again. Don't you know, Y/n? I fucking hate, overtime.

I swallowed as he moved his face from my ears, he planted hard kisses on my neck.

"If you want me to treat you right, you better fucking sit there and look pretty. Got it?" He said between kisses, "or are you already fucked out to understand?"

Nanami trailed his hand down my stomach, drawing small circles, and rested around my thighs. I ached for his touch.

"Say what you want."

I couldn't say it. I felt myself get flustered. I turned my head away from his piercing gaze.

He rolled his eyes, and slapped my clit. I screeched out, trying to wiggle out of his grip.

"I've been working all day, dumb whore. Say. What. You. Want."

Giving up, I begged.

"Fuck me Nanami" I whined

He raised his voice, "Where are your manners slut?"

"PLEASE fuck me Nanami" I gasped

Suddenly,

He pulled me from the wall and pinned me to the floor.

"you don't deserve foreplay, fucking bitch'.

Without warning, he rammed his cock into me. His girth was too much to handle, I felt my body split in two.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, my entire body was filled with pure ecstasy, which outweighed the dull throb of his thick cock repeatedly slamming in and out of my dripping core. I felt his cock twitch inside of me as he slid in and out rapidly.

"you're nothing but a cumslut to me. A hole to dump my cum in. That's what you like, huh? To be used as nothing but a fucktoy? That's all you're good for."

I moaned out, unable to even respond, dizzy on his pulsating cock. His hand slipped to my clit, abusing it feverishly. I cried out his name.

"Oh, Nanami!"

His pace increased, thrusting deeper with each hit. He slid his fingers into my mouth, prying it open, and spat directly down my throat. I swallowed it eagerly, as if I had been malnourished.

"Faster, please Nanami!" I begged breathily, my voice shaking

"I can't hear you, dumb bitch" he replied harshly

"GO FASTER PLEASE" I cried. I needed him. I craved him more and more with each passing second.

Out of nowhere, my orgasm crashed over me, making my back arch off the floor. He shoved me down, pinned me, and growled, "Stay still."

He continued at his fastened pace, not holding back after I had already came. I really was just his fucktoy.

A few seconds later, I heard him become more vocal with each intoxicating thrust, as his grunts and moans filled the room. I felt his warm cum release inside of me, filling up and dripping out of my tender pussy.

I swear to god it sprayed everywhere.

panting, he pulled himself out with a sigh, he got up from the floor, leaving me to twitch. I couldn't move, he had fucked any motion out of me. I glanced around our apartment, only to notice the door had still been left wide open. I thought I saw a figure with striking white locks dart away from the door out of the corners of my eyes. I wasn't too sure though as my eyelids grew heavy.

suddenly, I heard it. From the other side of the door, in the hallway of the apartment building,

"yOWAI MO".