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It had been Shoko’s idea in the first place.
Stressed out from doctorate level finals and convinced the only way to relax would be getting lost through the nightclubs in Roppongi. It seemed like the opposite of relaxing to you; sweaty bodies pressed against each other, loud music, disorienting lights and just how busy Tokyo was this time of year, but who are you to deny your best friend?
The night had started out relaxed enough. Finding space for you two inside dark spaces, watching over Shoko as she flirted her way through the crowds, nursing your own drink at each establishment and letting the warmth in your belly blur the world around you. It’s not until late in the night (really, early in the morning) at your last haunt for the night that you see him. The crowds have eased a little bit simply due to the later hour, but he still stood out, even in the packed bar.
A tall stranger, bent over on his elbows, a dark glass of whiskey sweating on the bar in front of him. Slender fingers glide through blonde hair as he sighs deeply. He’s seemingly ignorant of the world moving on around him. From the hunch in his back and the tired looking beige suit clinging to his body, he’s just another overworked Tokyo salaryman.
You’re halfway listening to some dark-haired stranger talking into one ear about his band and “you should come check out a show sometime!”, but you can’t tear your gaze from the man at the bar. As if you said his name out loud, he's craning his neck, tired eyes bouncing over the crowded mass of strangers filling the establishment. You can’t help but smile just a little as you watch his eyes flick back to you. In the time it takes for you to blink he’s straightening from his seat and striding across the floor towards you.
With a few words exchanged and a nod and wink from Shoko, you’re being led out of the club with a strong hand wrapped in yours. Crammed chest to chest on the subway back to his small apartment in a quieter part of the city, staring up at his golden irises, crinkled with a little drunken smile. After a quiet walk back to his building and a set of stairs later, you’re being pressed against the door, pink lips begging for more against your mouth. The taste of expensive whiskey floods your mouth as his tongue prods past your lips, pulling a soft gasp from you. Before you know it, you’re falling back against dark sheets, drenched in the scent of his cologne and detergent, his hair tickling against your cheeks as a hungry mouth sucks bruises into the tender skin of your neck. Those deft fingers you had watched him card through his hair earlier are now pulling gasps from your swollen lips as he sinks them into your plush center, clothes discarded somewhere between the front door and his bed.
“That’s it, that’s it,” he’s crooning praise into your ear as his fingers slide in and out of you at a rapid pace. Watching as your low moans break into a sharp cry as the pads of his fingers find that spongey spot up against your belly, eyes closed as you writhe beneath him. He’s drowning you in soft kisses against your cheek as the sounds of the filthy act he’s committing sound throughout the room. His other hand finds a grasp around your soft tit, rough pads gently tugging at the peaked nipple until goosebumps break out over your flesh. It’s not long before he has you clenching around his digits and your mouth open in a silent scream, gushing your release down his hand. He can’t remember the last time he was this worked up; leaking into his trousers like a hormonal teenager, hips pushing against air in the search of friction he so desperately craves.
This was not how the night was supposed to end for one Kento Nanami. A long work week had left him feeling more defeated and disillusioned with the world than usual. A nightcap at his favorite bar wouldn’t be a bad idea, right? Better than drinking straight from the bottle at his kitchen counter, at least. A short ride from his office at an incredibly late hour, and he was inside the bar. A busy night, but he found what he was searching for in the bottom of the glass anyways. The hair on the back of his neck standing up was unusual, however, and he was looking over his shoulder warily. Scanning the crowd for whoever was staring at him, it all seemingly a blur of bodies, but someone caught his gaze. A woman, highlighted accidentally by a spotlight, glowing under a red halo, staring straight back at him.
"Fuck it," he mumbled to himself. Before he could think better of it or talk himself out of it, he was leaving his drink at the bar to head to the beautiful stranger in the crowd.
And now he was here. With you, this pretty little thing, panting and staring up at him through glossed out eyes.
“Please tell me you have condoms,” You’re smiling at him, a joking lilt to your tone, still a little breathless from your high. He snorts as he stands up beside the bed and unlinks his belt with a metallic clink resounding through the room, shirt and jacket already discarded in the trail of clothes you left from his door to his bedroom. The beige pants and the blue boxers beneath fall to the floor in one fell swoop, revealing a cock-swollen, fat, blushing and weeping at the tip, the trim patch blonde of hair at the base-leaving you wondering where it’ll fit. You watch in fascination as he bends at the waist and opens a bedside drawer, quickly tearing open a packet and rolling the condom onto himself.
“’Do I have condoms,’ she asks,” he’s shaking his head as he mutters, laughing to himself while crawling back onto the bed and positioning himself between your legs. You spread yourself a little wider, intending to draw him and make space for the massive bulk that’s just him. The boozey haze you were in has faded since the beginning of your time together and you’re grateful that you’ll be able to remember this tomorrow.
“Ready?” He’s asking in a gravelly voice as he grips his length, brushing it through the soaked flesh between your thighs. You suck in a breath through your teeth at the sudden contact. A large hand, still damp from where he was inside of you earlier, splays over your hip to keep you in place as he tears his gaze up for confirmation. A flustered ‘yes’ from you has him sinking in to you slowly. A low groan from deep in his chest, seeming almost against his will, breaks from his mouth as you clamp down around him instinctively.
“God, you’re tight,” his lean hips press forward achingly slow until he’s seated inside of you fully. Nanami prides himself on his restraint in all aspects of his life, but you are testing every cell in his being with the way you’re sucking him in. Some animalistic part of his brain is begging him to abandon all care for you and drill his cock inside of you until you’re pleading with him. His chest heaves as he stills inside of you, but a wiggle of your hips has him gritting his teeth and pulling nearly all the way back out before slamming forward into you.
Gone is the gentleman who had held your hand at the crosswalks home, replaced with a man hellbent on filling all of your senses with him. His hand was bruising in its grip on your hip, the other finding its way to the button of flesh at the peak of your thighs, rubbing it in slick and tight circles. His blonde hair had long fallen out of the neat comb, damp with sweat the ends as his head hung, eyes glued to where he disappeared over and over again inside of your tight cunt. Your high pitched whines as he kisses every sweet spot inside of you clash with his deep groans as he sinks into you, neighbors be damned. Nanami knows he’s not lasting long, not with the way you look so pretty spread out beneath him, sounding so needy, just for him.
“You’re gonna cum with me, mkay?” His words are slurred but it’s not because of the whiskey he left behind. He can feel it building in his belly as his balls tighten beneath him, brushing against the soft hair between your thighs. His thumb sets a brutal pace, pushing your poor clit in angry circles.
“I-I-I-I’m cu-“ You cut yourself off as your second orgasm of the night crashes over you in a rush. You’re tightening down on poor Nanami on instinct, and the man is an absolute goner. One final push of his hips has him filling the condom, grinding against you in desperation to sink into your soft heat as deep as he can.
Sometime after you’ve both caught your breath, a sticky condom is in the trash can, bedsheets changed, and you’ve both rinsed away the sweat and heat of the night, you’re falling back into bed beside Nanami. The soft glow from the bedside lamp is extinguished and the clean sheets rustle as he settles in. He’s reaching for you before he can tell himself it’s too much and is pulling you into the warmth radiating from his bare chest. You smile to yourself as you nuzzle into him, and with a mumbled “goodnight”, your breathing levels and you’re asleep.
Nanami follows you into darkness soon after, but not before having the fleeting thought that he hopes you’ll stick around.