Tall Men Who Need Therapy / Jjk Oneshots

Kento

"don't be shy, sweetheart, get it wet, atta girl,"

Nanami would murmur right up against your ear, warm breath fanning against the shell of your earlobe. it tickles, and as you're laid flat back against him with a few fawn strands of his chest hair brushing up near you, you whine, your legs were unapologetically spread wide open with a bundle of your toes curling up exquisitely. the back of your head rubs and rubs against his bare chest, and he's got the softest smile.

"ah ah," he whispers, watching as your own crumped up finger buries itself into your cunt and lazily moves around.

"remember the method i taught you, circle it around, yeah," and your breathing hitches the moment the tip of your digit encircle a slippery swab of your sheeny slick.

"here, let me take it from here for a bit."
with your laced panties pulled back near the crevices of your thigh, you collapse flat against his chest, his warmth, a single moan escapes from your lips at how close he was to you. his scent, nanami's cologne engulfs in your nostrils and it's such a rich, citrusy aroma. "o okay."was all you could manage to whimper out, feeling the cold band of his g-shock ghost against your thigh.

"it's gonna get messy, my love," he warns you, a bit of humor in his tone you throb, two fingers of his smear against your drooling heat and your mouth slowly dangles open, "ooh, my oh my. she's quite the talker today huh," he hums at the sounds of your weeping cunt sioshing and creating various laments of squelches from his consistent rubbing before you whine. "let's hear what she's got to say, hm?"

"f- fuuuck." you'd mewl out, feeling him slowly ease a finger inside of your slit. by this point, he'd taken out your finger and replaced it with his own. nanami's pointed chin rests against your shoulder
as he watches intently.

Even your colorful swears sounded angelic. behind you, you could feel his dick twitch in his boxers at just the sound of your voice, already, you were
soaked heavily, nanami felt like being a bit of a tease tonight though. with one hand focusing its attention between
your thighs another creates a tantalizingly slow, trail up and down your body. his fingertips dance
against your skin as he glances at you jerking and shuddering. all from his touch, he wanted to make sure to savor your body.

In a way, you were like art to him, a breathtaking canvas that was forevermore priceless. "gimme your hand, my love," he requests, lukewarm plush lips pressing a chaste kiss near
the inside of your neck, a breeze of his minty fresh breath sets against your sinuses before you comply, as he takes ahold of your wrist, nanami makes you start a trail of your own. gradually, he's dragging your arm further down your body, making sure your fingers get a feel of every single part of you. "nice 'n slow, good, doin' so good." a breathy parit starts to rip out of you, hauling out of your lungs abruptly and you're panting like a dog he's so gentle, his words only added more fuel to the fire before you feel the brief pangs of heat between your legs intensify.

Nanami's thick finger turns into two and you let off a melodic whimper as he's stretching your pussy open. "open for me baby, focus on those breaths," and as you're just sluggishly pressed up against his chest, he gives your you another kiss. this time, it's near the top of your head. "my good girl," he purrs, voice raspy and filthy-pouring with nothing but admirable love and affection. it was as if a feverish, fire was bristling against your skin. it was subtle, real subtle, you sigh
deeply at his two fingers leisurely prod their way inside of your accepting, gummy walls.

"k- ken," you whine out, hearing the lewd sloshing sound of your own arousal. it's wet, you're wet, nanami's
still guiding you to touch yourself in a way that makes your perked nipples throb. a gentle hand firmly but sweetly grabs your wrist, having you feel right near your heaving chest, your breaths were shallow, short brief inhales coming out of you before your eyes start to roll and flicker back. "your fingers, 's long, ken."