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You hurry down the street, smoothing your pencil skirt as you quicken your pace as much as you can without fully running in your heels. Shit, I’m so late , you think, making sure the dress draped over your arm doesn’t fall off in your haste. Mr. Nanami won’t be pleased.
You’d called for an emergency appointment earlier that day, swearing over the phone that you’d be at the tailor shop by 5:00pm, right after you get off from work. You have a formal dinner to attend in two days, and the expensive new dress you bought online for the event is a little too big.
Unfortunately, your last meeting ran much later than you thought and it’s now nearing 6:30pm. Mr. Nanami is the kind old man you’re going to, the man who has been tailoring dresses and suits for your family ever since you were young. Though he’s practically a family friend, you know he’s not a patient person. You’re dreading the thought of having to face him, especially knowing he likes to close shop early, but you really need this dress fixed, and you’re sure you’re going to be busy tomorrow.
You arrive at the entrance of the tailor shop, breathing a sigh of relief when you see that you still have half an hour before it closes. You straighten yourself up and adjust the dress in your arms before opening the door. A blast of cold air hits your face as the bell above the door rings, announcing the entrance of a customer.
Walking inside, you notice it’s void of customers, the dim yellow lights and low classical music being the only indication of the shop being open at all.
“Hello?” you call out, but no one responds. Is anyone even here? You walk past mannequins displaying nicely made formal attire and head to the back, knowing that Mr. Nanami usually hangs around behind the counter if there’s no one around to help. He’s getting old, so you assume he just didn’t hear you.
You reach the counter, but there’s no one to be seen. You’re confused, knowing that no matter what, Mr. Nanami never forgets to lock up before leaving. He’s very stern about things like that.
Sighing, you look at your watch. Your day has left you exhausted and you want nothing more to sink into bed and go to sleep. You decide that you should just come here tomorrow during your lunch break and drop the dress off then, so you get ready to leave when--
“You’re late,” a voice drawls from behind, startling you.
You jump, turning around to come face to face with a tall man with straw blond hair. He stares you down through round glasses with a silver wired frame, distaste filling his expression. He’s wearing a white dress shirt under a gray vest with a yellow tie and dark dress pants, a strange combination that looks good on him oddly enough. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, highlighting his large biceps. There’s a measuring tape draped around his neck, leading your eyes to his broad shoulders.
You wonder who you’re looking at until you fully take in his face, the sunken cheeks and tired eyes, and finally catch the resemblance. He’s Mr. Nanami’s son. Your face heats up at the realization.
Despite knowing his father for years, you’ve never crossed paths with his son who’d gone to a boarding school while growing up. Mr. Nanami would mention his son in passing, but he was very closed off about his personal life and you’ve definitely never seen pictures of his family. All you know is that you’re around the same age as his son, but damn, you had no idea he’d grown up to look like this .
He clears his throat and crosses his arms, tilting his head slightly. You realize you were staring for far too long and regain your composure, finding your words quickly.
“Hi! Yes, I know I’m late and I’m so sorry for that. I had a meeting and it just did not end when it should’ve. I actually tried to call as soon as I got out, but no one picked up. I wasn’t even sure if this place was still open.” You laugh nervously, noticing that his facial expression has not changed once since you first laid eyes on him.
“Yet you still showed up,” he states, still looking directly into your eyes.
“Yeah, well, I still need my dress fixed. I thought it was worth a shot.” You hold up the bodycon sporting a deep V-neck, leaving no room to hide your cleavage. It’s supposed to hug your curves and stop above your knees, but it’s loose and far too long. You explain this to him.
He makes no move to grab the dress, but instead stares at it before dragging his eyes down your body, slowing at your bare legs. Your skin burns under his heavy gaze and you can’t help but wonder if he’s imagining the dress on you.
Shifting uncomfortably in your spot, you ask, “So, is Mr. Nanami here? I can just leave it with him, I’m sure he has my measurements written down somewhere.”
The man in front of you shakes his head, finally unfolding his arms. You exhale silently, feeling the tension fade.
“My father’s out, actually, some unexpected business with a high-profile client. He left the shop to me for the week. And no, he doesn’t have any measurements written down. He memorizes them. All of them, for every client.”
You gape at him. “All of them? How?”
His son finally cracks a smile, though a faint one at that. “He’s very good at his job. Unfortunately, that means I’m going to have to measure you right now, if you don’t mind. If you’d planned on just dropping off the dress because you’re busy, we can schedule another appointment later this week.”
You shake your head. “No, that’s okay. I just need this dress fixed as soon as possible.”
He nods, gesturing for you to follow him. You walk behind him, noticing how tight his clothes fit over his back. Your eyes start to trail down, but he stops in his tracks causing you to nearly run into him.
You hand him your dress as he wordlessly holds out his hand so he can put it on a hanger, hanging it on a rack next to you. He brings his arm up to look at an expensive-looking gold watch on his wrist, letting out a sigh as he checks the time.
You watch him, feeling a bit bad you showed up so late. “Um, Mr. Nanami--”
He lets out a soft chuckle, the deep sound going straight to your core. You squeeze your legs together slightly, hoping he hasn’t noticed. He gets out a pen and clipboard from a nearby drawer, looking down at the paper. “Please,” he starts, glancing at you from over his glasses. “Mr. Nanami is my father. You can call me Kento.”
You falter, feeling your lungs tighten in your chest as his gaze burns into your eyes. Familiar already? Maybe he’s just one of those people who don’t care.
“Oh, well, Kento ,” you say hesitantly. He nods with a slight smile on his face, bringing his eyes back down to the clipboard. “I’m really so sorry for being late.”
Kento waves his hand, dismissing your concern. “Don’t be. I don’t like having to go into overtime, but I don’t think I mind right now.” His eyes flicker back to your face. “Actually, please excuse me for a moment.” You nod, eyes wandering around the shop while he walks away, returning a few minutes later.
“Sorry about that.” Kento pulls the measuring tape from around his neck. “There’s less than half an hour until the shop closes for the day, so I thought it’d be better if you were my last customer. I just turned the sign over. Hopefully no one disturbs us.”
You feel your heart start to pound in your chest. From arousal? From fear? Maybe a bit of both. You were essentially locked in an empty store with this extremely hot but intimidating man towering over you.
“Shall we begin?” Kento asks, slowly wrapping the measuring tape around the palm of his hand as he looks at you.
You clear your throat. You have no reason to be scared so why should you act that way? “Yes, let’s hurry this up,” you respond firmly, “I’m a busy person and I have places to be.” You don’t, but he doesn’t have to know that.
Kento raises an eyebrow, giving you a ghost of a smile as he steps close. You feel your breath catch in your throat when he gently nudges your arm with his hand.
“Arms up please,” he murmurs. You raise your arms, bending your elbows so your hands are in front of your chin, and oblige silently. You’re afraid of what sound might come out of your mouth if you try to speak.
Your heart thumps in your chest as you watch Kento’s arm go over your head to wrap the tape around your waist. He tugs at it gently, slightly pulling you closer to him. You gasp, but he acts like he hasn’t noticed, simply writing the numbers onto the clipboard beside him as he holds the tape together around your waist in one hand.
He lets go, letting the tape fall, and you exhale silently, allowing your arms to go limp at your sides again.
Kento blinks at you through his glasses, holding the tape taut in his hands. “Did I say you can put them down?”
You gape at him, completely unable to speak. “You’re right, I’m sorry,” you stammer, immediately putting your arms back to their original position.
“Don’t apologize,” he replies, grabbing your forearms with each hand. The firm but gentle grip takes you by surprise, making a sensation spread in your core. “If your arms were tired, you could’ve just said so. Here.” With that, he swiftly raises your arms up to his shoulders, placing them on either one. You aren’t sure you’re even breathing anymore.
“Better?” Kento asks, staring directly into your eyes. You notice that his chest is dangerously close to pressing against your breasts, so you just nod, unable to speak. The corners of his mouth upturn slightly, and he chuckles slightly. “Good. Let’s continue.”
He brings the tape up in what little space you have left between the two of you, but pauses before moving further. “This next measurement is of your chest. Is that okay?” His smile has disappeared, showing you he’s asking seriously.
You take a deep inhale, trying to act as normal as you can in such an abnormal situation. “Yes,” you reply, “That’s okay.”
His faint smile reappears, giving you a nod. You tense up as he grabs the tape with his right hand by bringing it behind your back with his left. You notice that your current position makes it look like the two of you are about to slow dance. The realization makes you want to look away, but when you try, Kento wordlessly places a finger under your chin and tilts it back towards him. You feel your skin burn under his touch as he stares into your eyes.
You share a fleeting moment of speechless eye contact, bodies radiating heat, your heart beating so fast you feel like it may entirely leap out of its chest. And then Kento removes his hand from your chin, stepping back slightly and going back to focus on the measuring tape. You exhale silently through your nose, closing your eyes as you try to calm yourself down again.
The tension is becoming unbearable, so thick in the air around you that it’s hard to breathe. Suddenly, you feel a finger gently trace the skin under your bra band through your shirt from the back to the front, prompting your eyes to fly open once again.
You glance up to meet Kento’s eyes again, but he’s not looking at your face. Your neck prickles with heat as you realize he’s staring directly at your breasts.
“I apologize,” he murmurs in a low voice, eyes flashing up to look at you again. He leans in, lips brushing against your ear as you feel both of his hands slowly drag down the side of your torso. Your skin erupts in goosebumps at the touch, logic telling you that this is unbelievably unprofessional, but everything else telling you to stay put. “But, your figure is-- you are--just absolutely mesmerizing.”
With your arms still placed on Kento’s shoulders, you push him back slightly, needing to look at him to ask permission for what you know you have to do. You search his stare for any sort of confirmation, but it seems that he’s even more impatient than you are because he hastily pulls you in, hands placed firmly on either side of your waist. Your arms automatically wrap behind his neck.
Your lips slam into his, faces desperately pushing against each other for more. Kento guides your body back as he walks, pushing you against a door to one of the fitting rooms. Your back meets with the surface, chills wracking through your body as the cold seeps through the thin shirt fabric. He removes a hand from your waist to unlock the door you’re leaning on.
It swings back into the fitting room, causing you to rip your lips off his and stumble backwards. But Kento swiftly brings his hand back, pressing it under your neck to catch your fall.
“Are you okay?” he breathes, concern lining his tone.
You respond by pushing your lips against his once again, letting him guide you backwards. He gently pushes you down onto a bench at the back of the small fitting room, your back making contact with the full length mirror on the wall. Kento shuts the door and locks it. He barely misses a beat, immediately bending down to meet your lips.
Kento places a finger under your chin, using his thumb to pull down the skin under your bottom lip. Without hesitation, you slide your tongue into his mouth, instinctively trying to raise your entire body up for more. You end up pulling him down by the back of his neck, desperate for increased contact.
He pulls away and stands up straight, giving you a chance to breathe. You watch a strand of saliva fall from his lips. He notices, wiping it away with his thumb as he smirks at you. Using this opportunity, you shamelessly claw at Kento’s pants, fumbling with the belt. In one quick move, he grabs both of your wrists with one hand, holding them in front of you in a firm grip. You blink at his facial expression which looks unamused.
“I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I just did that. I should’ve asked.” Words spill out of your mouth as you feel your face heat up.
He shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Stop apologizing. On any other day, I would’ve let you continue.”
You look at him curiously, your panic subsiding. “What’s different about today?”
Kento crouches down to be at eye level with you, letting go of your wrists to hold your face. He tilts it around, making a show of examining you intently.
“You’re tired,” he states, letting his hand fall to his side.
You stare, unsure if you’re supposed to be offended or not. “So?”
Kento chuckles, tracing a finger down your bare thigh. You feel a familiar heartbeat start up in between your legs, so you squeeze them together out of habit. You’re shocked when he grabs your knees and easily pulls them apart using very little force.
“So,” he starts in a low voice, hungrily eyeing your skin. “I saw you walk in. A pretty woman, a businesswoman at that. I thought to myself, ‘ah she must be the 5:00 appointment. She’s late.’ But then I noticed the drag in your walk as you made your way to the back. I noticed the look in your eyes when you mentioned being too busy to come back another day.”
While he speaks, Kento rubs your thighs with warm, large hands, causing you to squirm in your seat. “I know what that’s like.”
“You’re not a tailor,” you say, more matter-of-factly than questioning.
Kento shakes his head, starting to gently massage your thighs with his hands, making your breath hitch. You tighten your lips together to fight the urge to let any sound leave your mouth.
“No, I’m not. I’m just helping out my father. How did you figure it out?” He looks at you for the first time in five minutes, the sudden eye contact causing your heart to skip a beat.
“Oh, um, mostly your watch.” You point at the gleaming thing around his wrist and he lets out a laugh.
“My watch? Well, I guess it wouldn’t make sense for some lowly son of a tailor to carry around a $5,000 watch.” There’s a hint of mischief in his eyes as he looks up at you from his position.
The number rings in your ears, registering before his original statement. “Wait, no, I didn’t mean that--”
Kento cuts you off, “No, you’re right, I’m not a tailor. I don’t work there anymore, but I used to work at an office. Same as you.”
“Where do you work now?”
He hesitates. “That’s not important. Anyways, this entire story was just to explain why you don’t have to do anything right now.” His eyes flash up to yours. “Let me take care of you.”
While Kento waits for an answer, he takes off his glasses, placing them on your face and then pushing it up so they’re in your hair. “Sorry, I didn’t want them to get in the way. Besides,” he tilts his head as if looking at you in a new light, “I think they suit you.”
Your face burns, and you feel an aching in between your legs.
“Mr. Nanami--”
He digs his fingers into your thighs as a warning, causing you to yelp.
“K-Kento,” you stammer, the band in your stomach starting to stretch. You need relief and you need it now.
“Much better,” he breathes, reaching around to lift your ass off of the bench so he can push your skirt up.
You’re suddenly very aware of the plain cotton panties you left the house wearing today, but it seems that Kento doesn’t notice, much more eager to see what’s behind them instead.
He pulls them down, letting them slide down your legs. He quickly folds it and places it on the bench, spreading your legs wide to take in the sight in front of him.
The sudden movement allows the cold air to hit your wet pussy, taking you by surprise. You throw your arms around his head, digging your fingers into his perfectly kept hair. He pulls your legs slightly, tilting your body at an angle so he can have better access. He places your calves on his broad shoulders, allowing your feet to dangle in the air behind him.
“Wow,” Kento murmurs, “You look delicious.” He presses gentle kisses on your inner thigh, leading up to the middle. The touch makes you wet, legs squirming around his neck.
Your chest starts to heave as you become desperate for someone to touch you, to relieve you of the ache between your legs. “Kento,” you whimper, his kisses becoming more feathery and light as he gets closer to your pussy. The sensitivity is overwhelming, and you feel slick dripping down your thighs. “Touch me, please.”
“All you had to do was ask, princess.” With that Kento gets on his knees, pulling your legs higher than your head so that your back is folded in an uncomfortable way but you couldn’t care less. The pet name he gave you sends butterflies throughout your stomach.
Your skirt rides higher as he bends over to meet your pussy, pressing a sloppy wet kiss directly onto your clit. A moan escapes your lips, your thighs clamping down around his neck.
“Mmmm,” he groans, the vibrations reverberating against your folds. Your breathing becomes heavier as you find it difficult to keep your arms tight around his head. You grip your fingers into his blond roots, noticing his own exhales get louder, the warm air hitting your pussy.
Kento drags his tongue down your slit, holding your legs tighter as he laps up your leaking juices. He takes his time, tongue sliding over every ridge and fold, licking up every drop of arousal as your body continues to produce it.
“Oh, princess,” he mutters before pressing another kiss onto your clit, getting a short gasp out of you. Your fingers curl in his hair, subconsciously pulling his face closer between your legs. “You taste amazing.”
Kento brings his hands from over your legs, pressing them on the sides of your pussy. You feel the warmth seep into your skin, making you close your eyes from comfort. He uses his fingers to pull the lips apart, and you cringe when you hear the squelch.
He drags his tongue down again, nose getting buried within the folds. He’s able to reach much deeper with just his tongue, forcing your arms back to the bench for stability as you writhe around from the pleasure.
Without a warning, Kento plunges his tongue into your cunt, the suddenness causing your back to arch unbelievably far. You let out a string of curses followed by moans. This only encourages him, eating you out with a more eager fervor than before. He moves his tongue with finesse, dragging across your walls as he helps to build up to your climax.
The sounds become vile as he essentially makes out with your pussy, his lips shining with a coat of your slick. You’re desperate for more, wanting to reach that high so bad. You’re honestly in shock that he was able to push you so far without ever needing his fingers.
You fumble with the buttons of your shirt, your movements much too shaky to properly help yourself. “F-Fuck,” you hiss, resorting to sliding your hands up from under your shirt to touch your breasts. You clumsily undo your bra, pulling it off from above. With the tight fabric gone, your nipples perk up and you go to palm your chest, moaning as you add stimulation to your body.
Kento pulls away with a slight frown, watching you play with your tits with a slight envy. He licks his lips, eyes flicking from your chest to your face contorted with pleasure. It takes you a few seconds to notice.
“W-Why’d you stop?” you gasp out, struggling to catch your breath.
He opens his mouth to respond, but he’s interrupted by a bell ringing. Your eyes widen as the sound registers in your head. Someone has entered the store.
Kento furrows his brow, clearly annoyed by the interruption. He’d locked the store for a reason, and if he knows he locked it, that means it can be only one person.
“Na-na-mi!” a voice sings out, puncturing each syllable for emphasis. “Where are you?”
You watch as Kento goes from pissed off to angry. Someone disturbed his meal.
“Hello?” the person calls out in a playful tone, a man. You can hear him shuffle through the store, getting closer to where you and Kento are with each step.
You hold your breath, looking to Kento to figure out what to do. He shakes his head, indicating that he’s not going to do anything and just let the person leave.
“Come on, Nanami! You accidentally closed the store too early.” Kento checks his watch, rolling his eyes. “It’s 6:59. You know, I have a right to be here.”
You find Kento’s switch in emotions to be a bit endearing, putting a smile on your face. You wonder who it is to get him this frustrated. It’s obviously someone he knows.
Kento’s eyes light up, a slight smirk spreading on his lips as he looks down at you. He puts a finger up to his lips, telling you to be quiet. You tilt your head in confusion. You aren’t being loud or anything. In fact, you haven’t even made a sound since the man entered the store.
Kento starts to lower himself again, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he’s going to do. Your jaw drops open, too shocked to move or speak before he attaches his lips back onto your clit and sucks hard.
You slap your hand over your mouth, trying to silence yourself by breathing through your nose but it’s difficult. Kento obviously knew this wasn’t going to be an easy game. He digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs as a warning.
“I know you’re here! I can see your briefcase behind the counter.”
With his lips still surrounding your bud, he starts to slowly flick his tongue over it, stimulating it gently. Pleasure wracks through your body and you nearly lose your balance, gripping onto the bench for dear life.
You tighten your lips, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re getting dangerously close to an orgasm but you’re trying so hard to hold it in while the man roams the store, seeming like he’ll never leave.
Kento continues, keeping his pace achingly slow. Your eyes widen in horror as you strain your ears, hearing footsteps getting closer and closer to the fitting rooms.
You weakly push at Kento’s face. He peers up at you through blond lashes, and just smiles, tonguing at the top of the slit right under the clit. You bite down on your bottom lip and squeeze your eyes shut, doing everything possible to keep yourself quiet.
The footsteps come to a stop right outside the door to the fitting room. Your eyes fly open, stomach dropping when you see the man’s legs from the opening under the door. He has to see Kento. There’s no way he can’t.
Just then, Kento slightly grazes his teeth over your sensitive clit. You nearly snap your back arching it. You throw your head back, hitting it against the mirror with a dull thump. The forgotten glasses sitting atop your head fall, clattering as it hits against the bench before falling onto the carpeted floor. You look at Kento in alarm, who has yet to remove his mouth from your pussy.
You’re caught. You accept that whoever is about to find you will view you as a slut and will see you as that forever.
The man hums outside, clearly amused. “I guess I was wrong. I guess Nanami really isn’t here. I’ll just go then!” he announces, walking away. “Goodbye, empty store. Have fun!” The bell rings again, the door shutting behind him.
You sigh with relief, obviously confused but far too distracted to think too hard about it. Kento takes the moment of silence to attack your swollen clit, pulling the hood up with his thumb to swirl his tongue directly over the sensitive nerves. After such a deliberately slow build up, your body is overstimulated with the sudden switch to a faster pace.
A shriek escapes your throat, chest heaving as you lose your breath. “Oh, fuck,” you moan, “K-Ken--”
He has to hold your waist just above your ass as you arch your back in order to make sure you don’t fall. The orgasm rips through your body, your legs jolting on his shoulders as he continues to suck your clit, vulgar squelches accompanying your moans. Your legs wrap around his neck, tightening their hold on him. He doesn’t seem to mind, caressing his cheek against your soft skin.
Kento holds you through your climax, finally removing his lips from your clit. He slides his hands under your shirt, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb onto your stomach as you come down from your high. His eyes trace over your chest, watching the rise and fall of your breasts as your breathing steadies out.
You sit there with your eyes closed, feeling yourself come back down. He made me finish with only his mouth. He didn’t even touch me with his fingers. You’ve had your fair share of sex in your life, rarely ever being on the receiving end, but nothing has ever come close to what you just experienced.
Kento gently pulls your legs off his shoulders, setting them down. He notices that you lost your high heels at some point, something that he hadn’t realized during the fact. You open your eyes to see him sitting next to you on the bench, smiling softly.
“Hey, princess,” he says, pressing a kiss onto your lips. “Mmm, you did so good.” You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer as you sigh against his lips. He slips his tongue into your mouth and you can taste yourself. He pulls back, kissing the corner of your lips. You feel your stomach flutter. “How’re you feeling?”
“Good,” you say, unable to think of anything else.
Kento laughs, sending butterflies throughout your body. “Good. You were being such a good girl for me, especially when you had to be quiet. I think you deserve a reward for that.” He shifts in his seat and taps his hand on his thigh, leading your eyes to the tent in his dark pants. He lowers his face next to your ear, pressing a kiss behind it. “Ready for round two?” he purrs, stroking your thigh.
Your now oversensitive clit is begging you to turn him down, but your already drooling cunt says otherwise.
You climb onto his lap, straddling his hips. He grabs your waist and holds you down, making you grind against the growing bulge. The friction is overwhelming, already catching your breath in your throat. You moan loudly, burying your face into his neck.
Kento chuckles, letting go of your waist. He unbuttons your shirt, discarding it on the floor before loosening his yellow tie. Despite your tits being fully available for him to look at, he continues to look at your face, never breaking contact with your eyes. He brings the tie up from over his head, lowering it onto yours. He tightens it around your neck so it’s just loose enough to move around. It falls in between your cleavage, allowing him to trace his fingers down your skin until he reaches your nipples.
“I have,” he pauses, circling his index finger around your nipple, watching the bud harden under his touch, “A few questions before we begin.” He flicks his eyes back up to meet yours. “You think you can handle that, pretty girl?”
You nod, shifting on his lap. “I can,” you respond.
Kento smiles, but there’s something so primal about the way he’s staring at you that you get chills. “Perfect.” He holds you by your waist, never breaking eye contact.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to use a condom?”
“No.”
“Can I pump you so full of cum that it’s still leaking out of your pretty little hole by the time you leave this store?”
“Wh-Huh?” Your jaw drops as you look at Kento, searching for any sort of humor in his face, like maybe this is a joke. You’d been very hazy since your orgasm, just going with whatever he said, but this sentence snaps you out of your stupor.
Heat prickles in your stomach at his words, at the way he said it, at the fact that it sounds so dirty from the polite man who’s only praised you ever since you entered this fitting room.
He only cracks a smile, cocking his head as he waits for your answer. “Well? Can I?”
Your pussy throbs as your mind begins to wander, imagining just how it would feel, completely overwhelming your senses.
Kento glances down, feeling the heartbeat against his clothed cock. “I guess that’s a yes.”
Not wanting to waste anymore time, you nod before smashing your lips onto his. He groans, breathing heavily into the kiss as he raises his hips slightly. He wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you up, allowing him to unsheath his dick from his pants with his other hand, all without removing his lips from yours. You sit just above it on his stomach, feeling his hot cock twitch against the curve of your ass. You notice that while you’re almost naked except the crumpled up skirt around your waist, Kento is fully clothed, but for some reason, this turns you on more.
He pulls away, licking the spit off his lips with a smirk while he stares up at you. He tugs at the tie around your neck, pulling you closer. “Ready?”
You grab his face with your hands. “ So ready,” you giggle, fully excited by Kento’s idea.
He runs a hand through his hair, removing any loose strands from his face. “Now that’s what I like to hear, princess.” You grin, raising onto your knees as he positions his cock under your dripping cunt. He drags it down the puffed up lips a few times, collecting slick on the tip. Kento lets out a deep sigh, sounding like he’s struggling to suppress a moan. “You’re still--so wet.”
“Hey, stop it,” you mutter, looking away as your face heats up.
“No, no.” He pulls your face back to look at him with his hand. “You don’t understand. I love it.”
At that moment you decide you can’t wait any longer. You lower yourself onto Kento’s cock, your movement stuttering as pleasure explodes in your lower body. You hadn’t been able to get a good look at his dick, so you had no idea it was that wide. It fills you perfectly, and you’ve barely even gotten past the tip.
Kento is almost just as overwhelmed, resting his head against your chest as his knuckles turn white from digging his fingers into your waist. “Fuck, princess,” he breathes, wrapping the tie around his hand. “I had no idea you were so tight.” He pulls you down by the tie, lowering your body on his cock more.
You let out a guttural moan, feeling more arousal drip down as your body tries to compensate for the girth. Taking in little by little, you finally sit comfortably on his thighs as his cock stretches you out. You sit there panting for a bit, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Pretty girl, you’re doing beautifully,” Kento whispers, pressing a kiss onto your collarbone. “Whenever you’re ready.”
You snap your head up, wiping away the thin layer of sweat from your forehead. “Ready.”
Kento lets go of his tie, bringing both hands back onto your sides to aid you. You lift yourself and start to bounce, your whimpers and moans matching the steady rhythm you set. Every time you manage to get all the way down, your clit rubs against the fabric of his pants, sending your walls twitching.
The tie around your neck moves as you do. Kento can do nothing but stare, completely entranced by your boobs surrounding his favorite tie, bobbing each time your ass hits his thighs. He starts to lay heavy kisses on your chest, sucking on the soft flesh of your tits, obsessed with the way you feel under his lips.
“Oh, god,” you groan, increasing your pace. You feel the orgasm start to build up again, making you dig your fingers into his hair, tightening them around the roots. Unbeknownst to you, Kento is getting impatient, feeling that it’s taking far too long, so the next time you rise up only to fall down, he decides to meet you up there instead, thrusting his hips up to slam his cock into you.
You scream, hearing it echo through the empty store as you see stars spotting your vision. “Fu-Fuck!”
Kento begins feverishly pounding into you, completely controlling the pace as he pulls you down onto him. “Princess, you just--you looked too good. Couldn’t help myself,” he mumbles, the sophisticated man you know coming undone before your very eyes, “Just wanna fill you up, so bad.” His dick rubs against your g-spot, sending your head spinning with pleasure. Your moans are music to his ears, encouraging him even more.
“...need your pussy, need you to milk me dry,” he hisses, feeling your walls flutter around his cock.
“Fill me, Kento!” you wail, holding him close to you.
“Princess, I-I need you to say that again.” You feel his cock start to twitch within you.
“Kento, please,” you tilt his face to make eye contact, looking directly into his lust-filled gaze, “I want your cum in me.”
Unexpectedly, your own orgasm hits. You arch your back, shutting your eyes as your vision whitens out. Your pussy clenches around Kento’s cock, suctioning his dick inside you. Your cunt gushes as he thrusts into you, spraying his cock with your cum. Your breathing becomes erratic as you ride out your second climax of the day, dropping yourself down on him.
It fades, letting you breathe a bit, but then you realize that Kento hasn’t slowed down, let alone stopped.
“K-Kento,” you stutter, “I’m done.”
He looks up at you with the most adoring and apologetic expression. “I’m sorry, princess, but I’m not.” You yelp as you feel him increase his pace, hammering into your sensitive cunt. Fortunately for you, it doesn’t take much longer for him to finish after that.
His cock convulses inside you, the beginnings of his orgasm spurting on your walls. You gasp, feeling ropes of hot cum fill the inside of your pussy. Kento, however, does not let up his pace, determined to pump out every last bit of his seed.
Every time you’re convinced he’s done, more bursts of cum follow, fully painting your walls. A white ring has formed at the base of Kento’s cock, dripping down from your pussy onto his tightened balls. His pants are absolutely soiled. If you weren’t being fucked dumb, you might be amazed at how much his load holds.
Finally, you feel his dick soften inside you, one last futile squirt pumping out. Kento pants hard, leaning his head back against the mirror. You look at yourself, seeing a completely different girl than the one who left home for work this morning.
Kento notices you staring at yourself and presses a firm kiss onto your forehead. “You’re perfect, princess.” Your face heats up so you bury your face against his neck. You move to get up, but he holds you still. You throw him a questioning look.
“I don’t want it to spill,” he admits sheepishly, cheeks flushing red.
You laugh, finding his response adorable. “Who knew the son of the tailor was such a freak?”
Kento rolls his eyes, putting his original stern look back on his face.
“Besides, I think we may have been a little more than messy already.” You point down at his pants, swiping your finger over the sticky wet patches. You wink at him, sucking your finger clean.
Kento sighs, “You may have a point there.” He lifts you off of him, staring in amazement as your overfilled pussy immediately begins to leak, his cum dripping down your thighs.
Not wanting to make too much of a mess, Kento drags his fingers up your skin, collecting the cum.
Without even needing him to ask, you stick your tongue out with a smile. He sticks his fingers in your mouth, watching in awe as you lewdly suck at them, swirling your tongue around his digits.
“Maybe next time this can be you,” you add when you’re finished, throwing an obvious glance down at his cock.
Kento pretends to be in fake thought. “Well, I suppose we still need to finish your measurements. We never got around to this ,” he pulls you close by your ass, squeezing his large hands around them.
“You’re right,” you reply with a teasing grin, “We never did.”
“Same time tomorrow? I’m sure we can close the store early if we have to.”
You bend down to give him a kiss. “I think I can work that into my extremely busy schedule.” You’d have to miss a meeting, but you decide that the pros drastically outweigh the cons.
“Perfect.”
While the two of you get yourselves ready to leave, you remember something, something you can’t believe you forgot.
“Wait, Kento?”
“Hmm?”
“Who was the guy who unlocked the store? Isn’t that breaking and entering? I thought you’d be scared but you looked more pissed than anything else.”
You watch as repulsion fills his face. “He’s no one important.”
“But--”
“Princess.” He looks at you with a tired gaze, looking more serious with his glasses back on his face. You close your mouth, deciding not to pry further. After all, a man that can get Kento this upset must be a dangerous one, right?