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Yuji is the sweetest person you'd ever met. He brings you flowers, makes you laugh, and best of all, spoils you to no end. He was the best boyfriend you could've ever asked for.

That's why you felt so guilty.

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"You're coming over today right?" Yuji asked. You were on the phone with him, talking about your plans for this Saturday.

"Yeah, and I can spend the night this time."

"That's awesome, just know, my dad will be here a bit later."

"That's fine, I'm excited to meet him!"

You and Yuji both attend the same university. It was away from home for you, so you lived in the dorms on campus. But it was close to Yuji's home, so he resided there with his father.

"He's looking forward to meeting you too. I'll see you soon. Bye!"

"See you soon, Yuji." And you hung up the call.

You had to pack for the weekend stay and go out to grab some food before heading to Yuji's house. The weekend was sure to be fun, it was the first time you would be staying the night at each other's homes and you would also be meeting his father.

You grabbed your duffel bag and packed some loose sleep shorts, a t-shirt, a tank top, and pajama pants as your pajamas. You moved over to your wardrobe and looked for some day outfits, settling on some jeans and a t-shirt for day one and shorts and a tank top for day two, throwing in some extra clothing for good measure. You packed your shoes into the bag and a hoodie in case you got cold. 'All done.'

You left your dorm room and walked out of the shared apartment, towards the elevator to get a burger from The Joint.

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You rang the doorbell to Yuji's house and waited for him to open the door. You were nervous, would you both be fine with staying the whole weekend? Would anything particularly raunchy happen? The furthest you and Yuji had gone was intensively making out in your bedroom, and you had stopped because Yuji didn't have any protection and you weren't comfortable having sex without it. 'STDs run rampant.'

Your thoughts were halted when Yuji opened the door. He acknowledged you excitedly and pulled you towards him for a hug, letting you go after a bit. He tugged on your waist, pulling you into the house; his way of inviting you inside. "Come in,"

You walked into the house and shut the door. Yuji grabbed your bag moving it to another room while you stood still in the foyer admiring his home. It was simple but warm. You could see a kitchen to your left and an office space to your right. The kitchen was large with marble countertops and black cabinetry. In front of you, past the kitchen and the office was a set of stairs that you assumed led to the bedrooms and other spaces in the home. The floors were a beautiful gray hardwood and they were present on the stairs as well. As you were admiring the view, Yuji came back to you. "My dad's not here right now if you were wondering. He's at work, but he'll be here around 5:30."

"Oh, okay." You glanced at your wristwatch, '30 minutes from now.'

Yuji walked over to you and took you into his arms. He secured them around your waist and looked down at you, smiling lopsidedly. His right hand moved from your waist up to your arm and your cheek, resting there. He tilted your head back a bit and looked into your eyes.

Your breathing sped up with the feeling of his hands on your skin. The look in his eyes told you he wanted to kiss you. You moved your arms to loop around his neck and leaned up towards him.

You both moved slowly towards one another, waiting for your lips to connect. And when they did. When they did. It was sparks and magic just like the first time you had kissed each other. Yuji prodded your lips with his tongue and you opened them, granting him access to your mouth. His tongue moved towards yours, moving around the caverns of your mouth and tasting you. His hand moved from your face back down to your waist. Then both hands glided to your hips, before finally settling on your ass. He sucked on your tongue, drawing a moan from you. He pulled you impossibly closer by guiding your hips towards his. You pulled away from the kiss for air and his lips followed you until he realized you were catching your breath, then his lips surged towards your neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin there. You tilted your head back to allow him more access, emitting quiet whimpers at the pleasure he was giving you.

Yuji was working all your sweet spots, finding new ones to suck on and toy with using his tongue and soft lips. He dragged your left leg up, pulling your knee over his hip and pulling you closer so that you could feel the hardness through his pants. A loud moan was pulled from your lips at the action. At the feeling of your clothed pussy against his hard cock, rubbing continuously against one another. His mouth moved up your jaw and back towards your lips.

Yuji tapped your thigh, "Hop up for me, baby." The words were whispered against your lips, drawing a deep shiver from your body before you complied.

Yuji wrapped your legs around his hips, placing your cunt directly over his cock and thrusting upwards to ensure you felt all of him. Yuji walked you into the kitchen and past it to the living room. He maneuvered you both towards the couch and sat down, all while your lips were still connected.

Your hands move to his nape, pulling slightly if only to have a grip on something, and Yuji groaned. It was a sound from deep within him and it sent pleasurable tingles to your core.

You were throbbing, aching for some friction and you listened to it, moving your hips forward and backward on top of Yuji. He pulled apart from your lips and looked down between the both of you at the contact. His hands slid from your thighs to your hips, grabbing them and pulling you forward and down harder on top of him. He moved his head to rest lazily on the back of the couch, relishing in the feeling you were giving him. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his neck, moving them towards his pulse point and gently sucking and biting it. Yuji's grip on you tightened and a guttural moan left his lips and found purchase in your ears, sending heat straight to your core.

Then Yuji's head darted up and he stopped your hips from moving. You looked at him with confusion as he quickly tapped your thigh repeatedly.

"You gotta get off." He removed you from his lap and placed you on the couch next to him. And stood slightly before you stopped him.

"What? Why?" Your arms were looped around his neck, making sure he couldn't leave you hot and bothered on the couch.

"My dad's about to come in. He just got back."

Your arms dropped from his neck and you allowed him to stand. He lurched to grab the remote and turn on the TV to make it seem like you two weren't just dry-fucking on the couch. The show was turned on as soon as you heard the door swing open. And Yuji was back on the couch, comfortably sitting with his arm around you, you leaning into him. As if nothing had happened.

"Hey, dad!" Yuji called out from the couch without turning around, though the living room was not visible from the front door, he was afraid his father may see the prominent blush on his cheeks and call him out for it.

"Hello, Yuji. You're in the living room, right? Is your girlfriend here yet?"

"Yes, I'm in the living room and yes, she's here. She is here with me."

"Let me put my things away, and I'll come in there with you."

"Ok!"

Yuji whipped his head towards you to find you already looking up at him. "Am I blushing?"

He was but it wasn't too noticeable. You reached up and grabbed his cheeks, smoothing your thumbs on his cheekbones. "You're fine, no need to be nervous. He won't suspect a thing."

Footsteps sounded down the stairs and towards the kitchen to go into the living room. You stood from the couch, smoothing out your shorts and pulling lightly on your shirt.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Nanami." You stuck your hand out for him to shake.

Nanami was not what you expected. The way Yuji spoke of his father made him seem like an old, tired, dried-out man working a 9-5 and moving around slowly when he arrived home at 5:30 on the dot every day.

Instead, Nanami was tall, taller than Yuji by what seemed like a solid 4 inches, young, muscular, blonde, and had oak-brown eyes. The bottom line is he was attractive. Which was not a thought you should be having about your boyfriend's father.

He grasped it firmly, shaking your hand as you would expect a businessman to do. "Nice to meet you as well, and please refer to me as just Nanami or even Kento."

"Okay, Nanami." Your hands lingered as Yuji watched the interaction. He was happy that you and his father didn't seem to dislike each other. His last girlfriend didn't get along with his dad, she had thought he was too stoic, nonchalant, and blunt.

"Now that you've met each other, could we get started on dinner?" Yuji interrupted the meeting and you pulled your hand away from Nanami's grasp.

"I did say I would cook tonight, Yuji. But there's no need to help, it should be ready in about an hour if I get started now. You kids go find something to do elsewhere. I will just watch TV from the kitchen." He grabbed the remote and walked to the kitchen just past the living room. The open floor plan allowed him to see the TV from anywhere in the kitchen. He changed the channel to a nature documentary and got to work on dinner.

Yuji grasped your hand and led you up the stairs and towards what you believed was his bedroom. He pushed open the door and confirmed your assumption.

To the left of the window was a comfy-looking queen-sized bed with a nightstand placed directly next to it. The bed was unmade, which you expected from Yuji, and had blankets strewn across the sheets. On the nightstand was a strange oddly-shaped lamp and a few mangas. Under the window was a set of beanbags strewn lazily across the floor with more blankets in their grooves. To the right of the window was a black desk with a closed laptop, desk lamp, and writing utensils on it. The walls were barren... save for the poster of Jennifer Lawrence. Of course.

Yuji dove onto the bed and patted the spot next to him, inviting you to sit down on the spot. You instead laid on your back on the bed and he cuddled up to you, gathering his arms around your waist and resting his head on your chest. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes letting out a light laugh. "That was close."

You smiled down at him though he couldn't see you. "It was fine, I don't think he suspects anything."

He was quiet for a few beats, you thought he was going to fall asleep but then he looked up at your face from his place on your chest and smiled, "Your heart is beating super fast though." Then he placed his head back on your chest, leaning his head to the side so that his ear was over your heart. He had been listening to the steady but racing rhythm of your heart. It was nerve-wracking meeting Kento Nanami. Yuji had told you that he could be perceived as blunt, stoic, and sometimes rude but no rumors or advice prepared you for your short meeting with him. What if he had heard you and Yuji on the couch downstairs? What if you could be seen through a window you hadn't noticed on the side of their home? Questions plagued your mind and you couldn't help but wonder if you had made a good impression.

Yuji's eyes were closed and his breathing had evened out, signifying that he had dozed off on your chest. You weren't tired and wondered if Nanami would prefer to have help while cooking dinner. Yuji slept like the dead.

You gently moved his arms from around you and slipped away from his warm embrace, placing a pillow under his head that he curled into as if it was you. You smiled and quietly opened the door and slipped out of the room.

You shut the door back and padded down the stairs, finding your way back to the kitchen where Nanami was stirring sauce into a pan of noodles, inclining his head towards the TV to see what was playing on the screen.

"I know you said you didn't need any help but I'm available if you do."

Nanami turned his head away from the TV and towards you. The sleeves on his button-up were rolled up to his elbows and he had unbuttoned the top two buttons for comfort. You smiled at him and made your way over to the sink to begin washing items that he was no longer using.

Nanami called your name before you began, "There's no need for that. I'll get the dishes after dinner." He was looking at the pot now, stirring the noodles steadily.

"Oh," You wanted to help somehow, and maybe spend a bit more time with the mysterious man. "Is there anything I could help with?"

"I have everything covered, but thank you for the offering."

"Oh," You moved towards the barstools and sat on one of them, turning to watch the show on the TV. It had changed to a true crime show, detailing the brutal kidnapping and murder of an 11-year-old boy in a faraway city.

"Could you taste this?"

You turned your head from the TV and looked at Nanami to see him holding out a tasting spoon with his hand under it near your face. You leaned forward and clasped your fingers around his wrist to hold it steady while you moved your lips to the spoon. You took the spoon into your mouth and tasted the food offered to you. It was delectable and you hummed in appreciation. You swallowed the bite and released his wrist and moved your head to its original position, looking at the TV. Just before your head turned again, you thought you noticed a light dusting of pink on Nanami's cheeks.

There was silence for a few moments, except for the TV playing lowly in the background and the simmering of the pot of pasta.

"How did it taste?"

You turned back to him, "It was really good. You're a great cook it seems."

"It just takes practice." He turned back to the pot, "Could you go wake up Yuji and tell him dinner is ready?"

"Yep." You hopped off the stool and walked towards the stairs, heading towards Yuji's room. You opened the door to find him still asleep and cuddled into the pillow you had left him with. You smiled and walked towards the bed, tapping him lightly on his shoulder, "Yuji,"

He didn't stir.

"Yuji." You shook him a bit by the shoulder.

He was unmoving.

You leaned towards him to check if he was even breathing. His friends didn't lie when they said he slept like the dead. You crouched by the head of the bed and tapped on his cheek lightly with your hand until he began to move. "Yuji, wake up."

His eyes were still closed when he answered groggily, "Huh?"

"Dinner's ready, we have to go eat."

He sat up slowly, stretching his arms as he did so. "What?" He opened his eyes and looked at you. You could see the tiredness within them.

"Your dad told me to tell you that we're about to eat. Dinner's ready."

"Oh." He swung his feet off the bed and moved to stand up. "Ok, let's go," he said through a yawn. He walked ahead of you and downstairs with you falling in step close behind.

"Dad, are we eating in the kitchen or dining room?"

"Kitchen."

Yuji walked into the kitchen and found his father already sitting at the table with plates, utensils, and cups already set out. The dish of pasta was placed in the middle of the table with side dishes placed in other spots on the table. There was an extra chair placed at the table for you, one that looked out of place but nonetheless belonged.

You walked to the table with Yuji and sat in front of a plate before glancing over at Nanami on your right. He was sitting with his elbows placed on the table and his hands clasped together.

He turned to you and spoke, "I hope dinner is to your liking."

You smiled and thanked him before serving yourself some pasta. You spooned the meal onto your plate before passing the spoon to Nanami. Then you grabbed a piece of garlic bread to go with the meal. Yuji and Nanami served themselves as well before everyone began to dig in. There was a soap opera playing lightly in the background that none of you were watching. The three of you ate in silence for some time, savoring the delicious meal Nanami had prepared.

"How did you two meet?"

You looked at Nanami and then glanced at Yuji, he was prompting you to speak first.

"Yuji was in my English class freshman year. We never really talked to each other, but one day, about halfway into the semester, he sat in my seat in class. I tried to make him move and go back to his regular seat with his friends but he wouldn't, so I sat beside him in the empty chair. I disliked him since that day."

Nanami was looking at Yuji with a small smile on his face. "Why did you sit in her seat?"

"It's not like I was trying to, I wanted to sit beside her because I had a crush on her, but I couldn't remember exactly what seat she sat in. So I guessed. And I was wrong."

You spoke again, "So then he began sitting next to me every time we had that class and eventually he asked me out on a date and I agreed."

"And now we're dating," Yuji had a bright smile plastered on his face as he said it.

Nanami chuckled and entertained more topics of conversation. Asking about you, your relationship with his son, and other random things. Before you knew it, your dinner disappeared and Nanami and Yuji were clearing away the dishes and leftover food. You stood to help with the dishes.

"I can wash."

"I'll dry," Yuji grabbed a cloth to help rinse and dry the dishes you soaped, lathered, and scrubbed.

"Thank you both. I have some things to attend to upstairs," he turned to you, "Again, it was nice meeting you and if you need anything this weekend, don't hesitate to ask."

You nodded back at him and watched him walk up the stairs and disappear down the hallway.

You washed the few plates in the sink, the cups, and the utensils you used during dinner. Yuji quietly rinsed and dried each dish before putting them away in their rightful places.

"I'm gonna watch TV down here, do you want to watch something with me?"

"I think I'll head upstairs and lay down for a bit. I hope you don't mind?"

"Nope, I'll be down here if you need me, and I might end up coming upstairs later."

"Okay, I'll be in your room then." You walked away from your spot in the kitchen and up the stairs to go to Yuji's room.

You walked down the hall towards the door where Yuji had taken you in when his father first arrived home while scrolling through your social media. You got to the door and opened it more before walking into the room. You looked up from your phone to climb onto the bed,

"Shit!" You covered your eyes with your free hand and quickly turned around, reaching blindly for the door handle.

There was no way in hell you just saw what you thought you did.

Kento Nanami stroking his big, hard, beautiful cock with his head thrown back and his eyes lazily closed. There was no way in hell you wished your hand had replaced his, following the same motions and bringing those pleasurable sounds from his lips. And there was no way in hell that your core had begun throbbing because of what you saw and thought of. So you had to turn around.

Nanami called your name frantically but quietly, shuffling around to stand from the bed. He called out your name once more.

You still couldn't find the doorknob, fumbling around with your eyes closed when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. You jumped away and opened your eyes. You turned around to see Nanami with a blanket wrapped loosely around his lower torso and bottom half. Your eyes trailed from the blanket quickly past his abs and to his face where he was studying you.

"Why did you come into my room?"

"I thought it was Yuji's, I'm sorry."

He paused for a few moments, as if contemplating what to say. "I'm sorry you saw what you did."

You glanced down to where his still hard dick should be and quickly looked back up at his face. "I'll forget I saw anything. I should go." And you turned around to leave the room, pausing when he called your name once more.

"Don't tell Yuji. Please."

"Of course, I won't." You left the room and ventured towards Yuji's actual bedroom. Paying close attention to the layout of the home so you didn't make the same mistake later on in the weekend.

You plopped onto the bed unceremoniously and buried your head in your hands, taking a deep breath. You closed your eyes.

Bad idea.

You could still see the languid strokes his hand moved in. How his hand often circled the pink tip and squeezed and twisted. How his lips parted when he took a moment to rub the leaking head with the pad of his thumb. How his veiny and muscular arms flexed with each jerk of his wrist. And how his abs tensed when you caught him in the act.

It was unbelievably hot. Unbearably so. And it made you feel terrible to be so entranced with your boyfriend's father. But you would steel it out for the weekend and avoid him like the plague afterward.

The rest of your day went on without incident. And nightfall ensued.
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"Baby," Yuji called out to you in the dark room. He was changing into pajamas to go to sleep. He took off his shirt and you watched the muscles of his back bunch up. "Stop watching me change." His tone had hints of playfulness so that you knew he was joking. He pulled on some loose basketball shorts and crawled into bed with you.

Yuji gathered you in his arms and laid you on top of him. He pulled your face close to his and looked into your eyes, "I really want to kiss you."

You smiled and gazed back at him with just as much intensity, "Me too."

He slid his hand to the back of your neck and guided your lips towards his, kissing you passionately. You returned it with just as much fervor. His left hand slid from your neck and onto your waist while his right hand moved to your hips, pulling you into him.

He pulled away from the kiss rubbing his hands slowly up and down your body. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," you breathed against him.

Your lips weren't more than an inch apart. You pressed your mouth back to his as your fingers found purchase in pink hair, pulling lightly as you began moving your hips against him. Yuji groaned into the kiss and flipped you over so that your back was against the sheets. He grinded his hardness into you as you kissed, creating delightful friction between the both of you. You pulled apart and Yuji lifted the hem of your tee, silently asking for permission to remove it. You nodded and helped him take off the shirt. His hands ventured to your freed chest, fingers rubbing lightly over your nipples before cupping each breast in his hand. He leaned his mouth down to your chest and looked at you from the valley between your breasts. "Can I keep going?"

"Mhm,"

He moved his mouth to you, latching his lips onto your nipple and licking the bud while fondling the other breast with his hand. He pulled his mouth from your nipple and moved to the other one, repeating the action. You moved your fingers to his head, anchoring him in your chest. Yuji kissed a path down your stomach and towards your shorts. "You need to be quiet, my dad's in the other room." He whispered with his cheek pressed onto the skin of your thigh. Then he pulled your shorts down, dropping them somewhere on the floor and moving his hands toward your thighs again.

His fingers inched closer to the seam of your underwear, toying with the fabric on them. "Can I touch you?"

You responded by moving his hands to your panties and guiding them off your body. His fingers spread apart your lips while his eyes hungrily gazed at your pussy. "You're wet," he all but breathed, low and raspy. You covered your eyes with your forearm, slightly embarrassed by just how turned on you were.

Yuji brought two fingers to you and rubbed them up and down your slit before pushing one inside. You let out a quiet whimper, before removing your arm from your eyes to look at Yuji.

But what you saw in front of you was not your boyfriend. A put-together blonde-haired man was in between your legs. His father. You gazed, open-mouthed as Nanami worked his finger in and out of you, brushing your insides with practiced precision. 'This can't be happening right now.' You closed your eyes and relished in the feeling before a finger brushed against your clit and began rubbing it in slow, tight circles. His fingers were wonderful. They were thick, long, experienced. Experienced enough to find that spot within and massage it to no end. Your hips jolted upwards and your eyes opened, only to see Yuji and his fingers pumping in and out of you. He was watching you, one hand pleasuring you, and the other rubbing slowly up and down himself.

Had you imagined Nanami in Yuji's place? 'This is so wrong.'

"Yuji... stop."

His fingers halted within you and his gaze softened, "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I can't do this right now." You shook your head and covered your face, a feeble attempt to remove thoughts of Nanami from your mind.

He pulled his fingers out of you and wiped them on his shorts before grabbing your panties and putting them back on your legs. "Don't apologize for that, it's okay." He stepped off the bed and gathered your discarded shirt and shorts and helped you back into them before settling on the bed beside you. "We don't have to do anything, I can just hold you." He pulled your back into his chest and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Thank you, Yuji." He leaned down and kissed your shoulder before getting comfortable enough to sleep.

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Yuji had fallen asleep hours before and was resting peacefully behind you. The moonlight streamed in through the slightly parted curtains. You slipped from the bed and walked into the hall, walking down the stairs and toward the kitchen.

'Why can't I get Nanami out of my head?'

You walked to the cabinets and looked for a glass to fill with water.

"Looking for something?"

You whipped around to the source of the deep voice, already knowing the baritone sound could only belong to the man you had just thought of while your boyfriend had his fingers buried inside you. You smiled faintly, "You scared me. Yeah, I'm looking for a glass, I need some water."

He walked to a cabinet next to the stove and reached up to pull down a glass. It was then that you could take his entirety in. He was wearing a white tee and some flannel pajama pants. 'How can someone make something so simple so hot?'

The tee fit loosely on his form but did nothing to hide the muscles adorning his torso. And his arms were on full display. They were a work of art, the veins cascaded down his muscular arm and lead to the hands that were currently holding a glass out for you. His hands were big. Very big. The same images you thought up while Yuji was fingering you popped into your mind again.

You grabbed the glass from Nanami, "Thanks," and walked over to the refrigerator to fill the glass up.

"So what are you doing awake at-" he checked the clock on the oven- "3 in the morning?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"Are you uncomfortable in this house?"

He had no idea how uncomfortable you were. But not because it was uninviting. You just couldn't get the thought of riding him out of your mind.

"No, I just need to tire myself out."

"You could watch TV if you'd like."

You looked to the living room to find soft lighting and a turned-over book on the coffee table. "Were you already in there?"

He chuckled, "I couldn't sleep either."

"I don't want to disturb your reading." You did not need to sit in a room alone with him. Not when you had just pictured your legs hoisted over his shoulder as he pounds into you.

"You won't be, I was just about to put something on the TV anyway."

"We probably don't want to watch the same thing."

Your wracked your mind for more excuses when he said your name. And it might have been the most wonderful thing you'd ever heard come from his mouth. "Are you trying to avoid sitting with me?" Nanami was smiling. The stoic, nonchalant, apathetic Kento Nanami was smiling. And at you nonetheless. You wanted to see more of it.

"No!" You wanted to sit with him and talk or just watch TV but you knew that your thoughts would only get worse if you did. But his smile roped you in, "I'll sit with you,"

"Great."

Then he walked into the living room, turned on the TV, and picked out a show.

You flopped onto the couch facing the TV and Nanami sat next to you, about a foot of space was left between you.

"Nanami, you like dramas?"

He had put on a popular soap opera.

"Do you not want to watch this?"

"No, it's fine. I just wouldn't expect you to watch soap operas."

"Call me Kento. And soap operas offer a great contrast to my mundane job and routine life. I get to see the unnecessary drama unfold in others' lives. Like that lady-" He pointed to a pregnant woman on the screen- "She's married to a CEO but that's not his baby. It's his best friend's child,

And his best friend happens to be the CEO of another company."

"Wow." It sounded straight out of a novel.

"And that guy right there-" nodding at the screen when a black-haired man appeared- "Is her ex, and they also slept together. So we're not sure if the baby is his or the best friend's."

"Damn." You turned towards him watching how he watched the screen. It was the only thing illuminating the room after he turned off the lamp and it cast his face in a beautiful glow.

"It's interesting."

"It is."

You both sat in silence, watching the ever-present drama ensue on screen. And about 20 minutes in Nanami turned down the show and turned to you on the couch. "I have something to say."

Your eyes widened, nervous about what he was going to tell you.

He spoke again, "Earlier today when you came into my room, did you see what I was doing?"

Your face flushed as you recalled the events from earlier that day. "Yeah, but don't worry, I won't tell Yuji about it."

"It was reckless of me to do that with a guest here." He rubbed his large hands over his face.

"It's your house, Kento, if anything it's my fault, I should've checked which room was Yuji's."

"No, I should've locked the door. I just..." He trailed off before burying his head in his hands again.

You knew he was tired and drained. But you had no idea how to comfort him so you reached out your hand, hesitating, before resting it on his back and rubbing it. He looked at you with those deep brown eyes and sat up straight again. "Thanks." He gazed deep into your eyes and you could've sworn his flitted to your lips. "I should head up and get some sleep." He stood up and rounded the couch.

You bit your lip, debating whether you should implore him to stay or let him leave. Your resolve crumbled, "Could you stay down here with me? Just for a little while longer."

He paused, considering the implications, and sat back down on the couch, this time, much closer to you. He turned the TV up a little louder and leaned into the back of the couch, moving his hips forward to accommodate his height. You couldn't help but notice the way his hips rocked forward when he moved, imagining him doing the same to you in his bed.

It was quiet for some time before someone spoke again, "Did you like what you saw?" Nanami was still looking at the TV, not daring to look in your direction.

You were appalled. 'How could he ask something like that to his son's girlfriend?' You did indeed like what you saw, you couldn't get it out of your head the entire day, but you couldn't tell him that.

Your mind and mouth didn't seem to be on the same page lately. "...yes."

"Oh," he wasn't expecting you to answer at all. But he wasn't disappointed with your response. "What did you like about it?"

"...that's an inappropriate question, Kento."

"I know, but humor me."

Neither of you looked at one another. Perhaps in fear of what would occur were you to meet the other's gaze.

"You have very nice hands... and a nice body."

He was quiet for some moments.

"You and Yuji should try to be a bit quieter. These walls aren't very thick."

You flushed, thinking of the moments before Yuji fell asleep when you were moaning at his hands. "You... you could hear that?"

"You weren't particularly quiet."

"Oh God," It was your turn to bury your face in your hands. He chuckled at your embarrassment.

"It's okay. You sound good when you moan."

His response prompted you to peek through your hands at him. If he continued saying things like that, your thoughts would be out of control. You didn't answer so he continued speaking, "When you caught me earlier, I was thinking of something I shouldn't have been."

Your hands were fully pulled away from your face, eyes trained on him. He was still looking at the TV, his mouth moving as a chuckle flowed past his lips.

"My son's sexy girlfriend was plaguing my mind, and I can't have her. So I stroked myself while I imagined her bouncing on my cock."

It was then he looked at you. Really looked at you. Those brown eyes gazed deep into yours, searching for something.

"Kento, you can't say that."

He moved closer to you, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He leaned forward placing his lips near your ear and whispered, "When you say my name, I can't help it." He pulled back and looked into your eyes. They dragged to your lips and back to your eyes.

'This is wrong. This is so wrong.'

He was so close, your breaths mingled with one another, and he waited for permission. Waiting for you to tell him to stop. You had to tell him no. He was your boyfriend's father. There was no way you could fuck your boyfriend's father.

But he was so close.

You leaned into his touch and slid your hands up his arms, feeling his muscles before wrapping your arms around his neck. "Kento, we can't do this." Your voice was breathy and your lips were practically already touching his. Both of you stood on the edge of a cliff, wondering who would dive first. His arms were secured around your waist and he pulled you impossibly further into him. Though, he still wasn't making a move.

Your hands found purchase at his nape and you thought of Yuji. How he was asleep upstairs, your sweet boyfriend of some months. He never did anything wrong, and here you were thinking of kissing his father.

'I'm a terrible person.'

Nanami called your name, calling your attention back to him and rubbed circles into the exposed skin on your waist, where his hands were placed slightly under your shirt.

'Fuck it.'

Your face moved towards his as your hands pulled him closer. Nanami's lips met yours in a fiery kiss. It was filled with tension, passion, and pure unbridled lust. He pulled you into his lap on the couch and moved his hands down to your hips.

"Kento," you all but whined against his lips.

His lips moved against yours, trying to find a rhythm before settling on random inconsistencies that reflected both of your desires for each other. He pulled back from the kiss and groaned- a strangled, guttural sound coming from deep within him, as if he had been holding it back. His hands on your hips tightened, stopping your movement.

"You need to stop." You hadn't even realized you were grinding on him. "We shouldn't be doing this." His face wasn't more than an inch from yours and your fingers were now buried in his blonde hair.

You knew this was wrong. But how could you stop when he was so hard under you? How could you stop when you had already gotten a taste of him? You wanted more. As much as you liked your boyfriend, you wanted more. You needed more.

"Please." You whispered against him.

"Angel, we can't. If we go past this-" he pointed between the two of you- "past kissing, I won't be able to stop myself. I'm already exuding a great amount of restraint."

You began grinding on him again. Yuji was just upstairs, fast asleep in his bed. But your mind couldn't be further from thoughts of him. All that was present was Kento. Your mind was empty save for Kento. How his hardness pressed directly into your clothed cunt, how his arms surrounded you with his fingers splayed across your ass, and lips against your own. You needed to feel it again. So you leaned into him, surging your lips towards his once more and he met you halfway.

He began with small pecks, seconds of his lips meeting yours before he captured your lips in a fervent kiss. His tongue darted out to lick the seam of yours, prompting you to part them and let him in. His tongue explored your mouth, tasting every part of it before he sucked on the tip of your tongue when pulling away from the kiss. "We can't do this on the couch."

"We can go to your room."

"No, Yuji is right across from it. He'll hear us." You pulled back and ceased the movements of your hips. Your lips were set in a pout, you had gotten this far. You wanted so badly to feel him inside of you. You wanted to taste him, feel his cock caressing your walls. Even Yuji hadn't done that.

"Where can we go then?"

He paused, thinking over where the least amount of noise could be made in the house. "There's a guest bedroom down here." Nanami picked you up in his arms and carried you quickly to the bedroom downstairs, setting you on your feet and shutting and locking the door.

"Get on the bed."

That dull throbbing in your lower abdomen returned. You pulled off your shirt, climbed onto the bed and scooted yourself up towards the head, laying back against the pillows. Nanami began to strip, all but ripping his shirt over his head to reveal the same delectable torso you had seen earlier. He moved closer to the bed and your eyes trailed from his neck to his abs, taking in the definition of all of his muscles. His abs led into a deep and defined Adonis belt, moving into his thick cock that stood apparent in his pajama pants.

He climbed onto the bed and took your legs into his hands. They traveled up your calves and onto your thighs, playing with the hem of your shorts. "We can stop this now and never speak of it again. No one would have to know."

You had never wanted a man more than you did in this moment. So what if it's your boyfriend's father?

"Kento, I want you."

His hands moved deftly, making quick work of discarding your shorts somewhere in the room. His gaze was intense, one you didn't think to break. His fingers pressed up against your pulsating core, rubbing lightly over the damp spot on your black panties.

"Lace? For me?"

"What? They're comfortable."

His fingers continued to lightly brush over your hole, dipping forward ever so slightly when you became restless. They moved up and down your clothed slit, stopping to rub circles on your covered clit, forcing a low moan from your lips. He slipped a finger under the apex of your panties, pulling upward so that the fabric slipped in between your folds. Nanami watched with rapt attention, admiring the pussy he could only ever touch in his dreams. He brought his hands to your hips and slid his thumbs under the waistband of your underwear, pulling them off of your legs.

You were beyond flushed, embarrassed to be so blatantly spread out for him in his guest bedroom. Nanami planted his hands on your knees, spreading you wider, exposing your pussy to the cold air and his hungry gaze. He looked to your face before lowering himself to rest on his stomach on the bed, feet hanging slightly off. "This may be our first time meeting but I've known what you looked like long before."

His breath was fanning against your open cunt, you wanted nothing more than for him to move his tongue on you.

"What do you mean?"

"Yuji showed me pictures of you that he took, and your Instagram. I didn't think you could be so alluring."

His smile was telling. You immediately knew which pictures he was talking about. Your page that you only allowed close friends to follow was filled with random pictures of you and friends and a majority of them were at the beach near your college campus where students frequented. Naturally, several photos showcased you in a bikini, sometimes skimpy. And in some photos, you posed and played to your assets.

"He showed you that?"

"Yes and I've wanted you since then."

At that, he wrapped his arms around your legs, holding them apart and your body in place. He leaned forward and licked a long stripe up your slit with the flat of his tongue. Your moan was low and barely audible over his groan when he tasted you. "You have no idea how many times I've thought of your pretty pussy in my mouth."

His tongue made slow strokes upward, taking in the taste of you. He brought the wet muscle to your clit, placing small kitten licks on it and gauging your reaction by looking up at you.

Your eyes were closed, lips parted and your breathing was labored. He sucked the bud into his mouth and toyed with it with his tongue, earning a loud moan from you. His tongue worked in circles, left and right, you could've sworn he spelled his name as if claiming your pussy as his. Your moans did not fall on deaf ears, he drank in every one of them, using them to fuel his growing desire to devour you.

"I've dreamt of making you come on my tongue, on my fingers."

His hand unfurled from over your thigh and moved towards your center, prodding at your hole as his mouth worked your clit. He moved his face from your sensitive bud as he pushed his middle finger into you slowly, watching his finger get swallowed by you.

"Please,"

The voice rang out, foreign to both sets of ears. It was your own, throaty and seductive, begging for something. You weren't sure what.

"Please what, angel?" He cooed, his finger was lightly rubbing your insides, one arm still wrapped tight around your thigh, holding your hips in place and forcing your legs open.

"More."

"Look at me when you ask for something."

You lifted your body to see him between your legs, middle finger buried to the knuckle inside you. He held your gaze with his half-lidded eyes, moving his finger in small motions.

"Kento, please. More."

"You want more?" His thumb moved to rub your clit and your hips bucked, but they were stopped by his arm holding you down. His ministrations on your clit ceased and he moved his mouth back to capture it, adding another finger to your tight hole.

His fingers were thrusting into you, pulling moans from your lips and shudders from your body. "You'll feel so good around me," He mumbled into you, vibrations from his voice shot tingles of pleasure up your spine. There was no way you could respond to him in words, not with the amount of pleasure he was giving you. You bit your lip to not let out embarrassing moans, ones that may get you and Kento caught. By your boyfriend, by his son.

His lips detached from your pussy, fingers still working in and out of you. "Let me hear you."

His fingers found a particular spot within you that made you see stars, Fuck. All that escaped you were quiet whimpers and breathy moans.

"Yuji could hear us." You said it through the pleasure pooling in your stomach.

"He won't."

"He might."

He pulled himself from his spot between your legs and maneuvered himself to lay on his side next to you. You laid flat on your back and your right leg was propped over his legs. In this position, his face had moved closer to yours. Kento quickly found a rhythm that brought you closer and closer to the edge, thrusting his fingers into you and curling up into that spongy center that was a focal point for your pleasure. The positioning of his hands made his palm rub deliciously up against your clit.

Your hand traveled up his corded arm to rest on his bicep, gripping at his flesh. He groaned in your ear at your touch before kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder and scraping his teeth over the skin there. Every thrust, lick, kiss, and caress wound the coil in your belly tighter and tighter. He sucked love bites into your skin, leaving his marks on you. 'What will Yuji think in the morning?' You would worry about the consequences of your lust later.

Leaving a trail of kisses to the shell of your ear he whispered, "Are you going to come on my fingers?" The saccharine words murmured into your ear were deep and melodic. They were your undoing. The coil within you snapped and your body tensed, pulling his fingers deeper inside you.

"Good girl, come on them, angel." Kento's voice was almost breathless in your ear, your body had a noticeable effect on him.

Your moan was loud, louder than it should have been when you were meant to stay quiet. He didn't stop the incessant thrusting while you came undone without a care for your volume, riding out your orgasm until nothing was left but small tremors coming from deep within. His words of praise were heard but not understood, the only thing you could feel and focus on was his fingers pumping in and out of you as you came.

Nanami pulled out his fingers, rubbing them lightly on your clit and your legs closed around his hand from overstimulation. "Kento, please, no more."

Your voice was raw and throaty, it made him impossibly hard. He moved his fingers from you, giving your spasming pussy a break, and brought them to his mouth. You watched as he licked and sucked your juices off, watched as his lips glistened with your shine. It was unbelievably hot. Unbearably so. You turned your body to face his on the bed and pulled his face to yours for a deep kiss. If you could even call it that, you were eagerly sucking on his tongue and exploring his mouth in search of some remnant of your come. Tongue-fucking would be a better word. His hand threaded into your hair and pulled your mouth away from his. He tilted your head back and kissed spots on your neck.

"Kento," he was gearing up to go down on you again, and you weren't ready for that sort of pleasure so soon after your last orgasm. He eyes dragged up your body to meet yours and you pushed him onto his back, settling your body over his so you could lean down and savor his body the way he had yours. You layered open-mouthed kisses on the sharp angles of his jawline and cheekbones before placing your hand on his jaw and tilting it upwards to grant you access to the unmarked skin of his neck. He breathed out a heavy sigh, sliding his hands over your body, trying to feel every curve, dip, and crevice.

You made your way down his torso, sucking hickeys onto his collar bone and moving downward to his stomach, grazing your fingers over his nipples. Goosebumps rose on his arms and torso in your wake and an involuntary shiver ran through his body. You traced his abs with your tongue and moved toward the v-line that led towards what you craved. Your hand slipped past the waist band of his pants and over his boxers, tracing the outline of his cock with your fingertips.

"Don't test my patience, angel."

It was a warning. He had tired of your teasing. It didn't matter though, you hadn't planned to keep it up for long anyway. You pulled his pants off of his legs and threw them haphazardly off the bed and dragged his boxers off of his straining length. Your nail traced along the path of blonde hair under his navel that led to his cock.

You had seen it briefly earlier in the day, but looking at it up close was a completely different experience. He was longer than average, but what shocked you was the thickness.

'That'll be a tight fit.'

Your hand wrapped around him, eliciting a hiss through his teeth. You lifted it, gazing at the underside through your lashes. There was a prominent vein on his shaft, traveling from the base to right under the head. As you gazed upon his hardness, you noticed several other veins running along it. His tip was swollen and pink and you watched as a bead of precum was forming at the head.

Your tongue trailed up the vein on the underside and your eyes fluttered shut.

'This is too much.'

You weren't sure what was too much. Was his cock too much for you to take in? Was your whole tryst with him too much? Was he overwhelming? You didn't know. But for some reason, an involuntary moan slipped from your lips as your tongue reached the head, sliding over his tip to taste the beads of precum falling from it.

"Fuck, angel."

He was slightly salty and you could still smell the remnants of his bodywash. It was a woodsy scent that you breathed in deeply, storing the smell in your mind. You smiled lazily, lost in a daze brought on by his entire being. How could someone you just met hours prior hold so much power over your body?

He was everything you dreamed of. Demanding, dominant, mature. Maybe you liked older men. He was, after all, several years older than you. Thirteen to be specific. But you felt, wanted, desired, safe. Yuji always made sure you were taken care of, but he lacked passion. After this night, you knew you would long for Kento Nanami in a way that could only be remedied by him.

You held your mouth open and let your spit gather and drool onto his cock, coating the tip and your fingers secured around it. Your thumb moved to spread it around, to ensure every part of his tip was slathered in saliva. Your mouth closed around his head, sucking lightly on it and tonguing the underside.

Kento's breaths were coming out in shallow pants, you looked up his body with his dick still in your mouth, observing the flush on his pale skin and his blushing face. It was cute. His hand caressed your cheek before slotting itself in your hair, gently pushing your head to take him deeper.

"Just like that, baby."

Your tongue flattened on your way down him, slobber dripped from your mouth at the seams. You wanted every part of him in you. You wanted him to shove his cock deep into your throat and unload the tension he had built up. And as if reading your mind, Nanami fulfilled your desires.

His hand, still buried in your hair, pushed a bit more on your head, forcing you to take inch by inch into your constricting throat. Tears welled in your eyes and your hands found purchase on his thighs both for stability and warning. Surely you would choke.

Just when it started to become too much, a moan crawled its way past Nanami's lips. It was the sole reason you pushed on and swallowed him deeper.

"Fuck," the curse was dragged on. He was straining, that was apparent by the bulging vein of his neck. "I'm going to come, Angel, please, not in your mouth."

Kento tried pulling your head and mouth off of him, regaining some sense of composure. But you pushed away his hands and pulled your head back until your were just sucking on the tip.

All it took was two swirls of your tongue for him to explode into your mouth, his moan morphed into a groan as he came. Warm, sticky, white seed coated your tongue and moved its way to your throat to be swallowed.

He threaded his fingers in your hair and pulled you gently off of him. Your hands left their spots on his thighs, rubbing their way up his torso.

"Will you fuck me now?" You smiled at him as you spoke, a grin prevalent on your face.

His bright smile was your answer. He moved from under you and pinned you to the bed by his weight. "You want me? Where, angel?"

"Inside," you were squirming under his hold. "Please, Kento."

How he had managed to reduce you to a begging mess was beyond you. His hands roamed every inch of skin on your body, never touching where you needed him most. His cock stood proud —despite the soul sucking orgasm you just coaxed from him— aching to be touched. You wanted to be fucked.

"You saw me all exposed earlier today. It's only fair that you get the same treatment."

Your eyes widened, what was he implying? "...What do you mean?"

"Touch yourself." He leaned back on the bed to watch, you were stationed near the headboard.

He has to be joking. "You want me to touch... myself?" You were dazed, your need for him hindered your usual thought processes.

He chuckled. That deep sound that sent tingles down your spine. "Yes, angel. Make yourself come for me."

"I- I can't do that."

His hands traveled up your legs from your feet to your thighs and pulled your legs apart. "Touch yourself."

"I can't." You didn't want to beg. You didn't want him to watch.

"Yes you can."

"Kento, please, just fuck me." You sat with your legs spread in front of him, begging for him to finally fuck you like you had wanted since you first laid eyes on him. Since you first shook hands with him.

But his eyes were steeled. He was set on what he wanted you to do. It was no use. Your hands began to make their way down your body to your center. He had made you come once already, and now he wanted you to bring yourself to finish. While he watched. Your fingers slid past your breasts, brushing lightly over your nipples before making their way down to your core. You spread yourself apart for him, watching his eyes that were fixed on the motion. It was beyond embarrassing. Your face was flushed from the humiliation of him seeing the strong effect he had on you.

"As much as you protested, you seem to be enjoying this." His brow was quirked as he spoke, if anything, he was enjoying this.

"You are too."

He smiled and nodded for you to continue.

A finger moved to rub wide circles on your clit, pulling a sigh past your lips. Your eyes closed, and you touched yourself as if Kento wasn't staring directly at your pussy. Fingers dipped into you, thrusting slowly in and caressing your spot. Your left hand moved to massage your clit while your other hand's fingers were moving in and out of you. Pleasure radiated from your body, back slightly arching off the pillows lining the headboard.

Warm hands slid up your thighs and your eyes popped open to see Kento grazing his hands over you. He pushed them apart slightly, opening you up even more, "Keep going." His voice was raspy and filled with need. His lips were parted as he looked on. He needed you just as much as you needed him.

You took the opportunity to spread yourself more for him, inviting him to take your pussy, claim it with his dick. "I wanna feel you." You took your bottom lip into your mouth and moved your hips upwards, trying to find a semblance of friction on your throbbing center.

"You'll be the death of me." Kento fisted his cock, stroking once, then twice. He moved closer to you, slotting himself between your legs. He guided his cock to your folds, pushing the head past and just into your hole. It wasn't enough. Your leg came up to wrap around his hip in an attempt to pull him deeper within you. Before you could, he grabbed it and placed it above his hip, pushing himself further into you.

You moaned out his name, encouragement for him to continue. He grunted and pushed forward slowly, stretching your pussy in the most enjoyable way. You felt so full, unbearably so, and there was still more to go.

"I'm trying to take this slow- I really am, cause I want to savor this pussy."

"I don't want you to go slow."

He smiled down at you before he snapped his hips to yours, bottoming out in one heavenly thrust. He cursed under his breath and pulled back, thrusting in again. He built up his pace as your moans filled the walls of the guest bedroom.

Kento looked like a god above you. His back stood straight, abs on full display as he pushed forward repeatedly into your pussy. His hair was tousled, straying from the pristine, put-togetherness he exuded when you first met him. His muscles were taut from their use. He held your calf up against his hip, while his other hand suspended your hips so he could fuck deeper into you.

Your hand slithered to his on your hip and he threaded his fingers with yours and placed your entwined hands beside your head. Leaning down and dropping your leg, he put his arm on the other side of your head. Your breaths mingled with each other, moans, grunts, and whimpers all jumbling together and feeding the hunger burning within both you and Kento.

His thrusts slowed, stroking your insides languidly so that you felt every vein, twitch, and ridge on his cock. Nanami's stare was intense. Emotional. Raw and vulnerable.

"I know, I feel it too." Your free hand pushed at the out-of-place strands on his forehead. The emotional look was still there. But his thrusting picked up in speed, your moans doing the same.

"You can't go back." He grunted it out. "Tell me you won't go back to him."

"No, I won't,"

"You won't what?"

"I won't go back to him. I only want you."

Kento pulled out and you whined at the emptiness. Your impatience was short-lived. He flipped you over and pulled your hips up as he kneeled on the bed. Your face was pressed onto the pillows.

"Grab onto the headboard."

You curled your hands under the headboard, gripping it tightly for stability.

Kento held himself at the base, brushing his length through your folds. Your breath caught every time his head slightly caught on your clit. One hand rested on the curve of your spine, pressing you gently into a deeper arch. He pushed the tip into you before pulling it away. Doing it again. "Kento, please." You whined as you pushed your hips back to slide him fully in.

"What do you want?" He was crooning at you. Enticing you to beg for your pleasure.

You turned your head to look over your shoulder and wiggled your hips. "Fuck me, Kento."

He smiled and gripped your hips, pulling you onto his cock. "How does it feel?" He set a fast pace. He was thrusting into you, pushing his hips to your ass forcefully, brushing the head of his cock past your spot on every push. "Knowing your boyfriend-" a thrust, "-my son, is upstairs sleeping while you're down here getting fucked."

His words spurred you on, your wetness coated the insides of your thighs. Your moans were quiet, you didn't want Kento to know how much you were enjoying this. 'This is wrong.' It was so wrong. But it felt so good.

"How would he feel?" One of his hands came up to your shoulder to pull you back harder into him. He watched as your ass bounced every time he bottomed out within you. "How would he feel seeing his pretty little girlfriend getting fucked dumb by his dad?"

"Kento-" You wanted to tell him to stop talking. To stop spewing such degrading and vulgar hypotheticals, but all that came out was a drawn out moan that ending with his name.

"Do you think he would join? How could he when he knows that I got to have your tight pussy wrapped around my cock before he ever did."

You were glad to have your face practically buried in the mattress, you didn't want to see his face as he was talking down on you. And despite the protests in your head, his words made you impossibly more wet.

"He would pull you away from me and try to fuck you better. But no one can."

One particularly hard thrust had you seeing stars, vision blurring for a moment as a lewd moan slipped past your lips. You were so close. Your body was practically buzzing. Pleasurable tingles lined the curve of your spine all the way to where your nails were digging marks into the headboard.

"Your pussy was made for me. No one else can fuck you as good as I do." His hand on your shoulder sliding down and skimming over your stomach, finding residence on your throbbing clit and rubbing lightly on it was the final blow.

"Fuck, Kento," Your insides clamped down on him as your pussy spasmed and your legs shook slightly. Kento didn't slow down, he fucked you through the crashing waves of your orgasm, prolonging the pleasure and chasing his own.

He pulled out and flipped you over once more before diving back into your pussy, holding one leg to your chest. You could feel him twitching inside you. You pulled his face to yours for a sloppy kiss, pulling back and looking into his eyes, "I wanna make you a daddy."

His hips paused and he searched your face, "What?"

"Come inside me."

He laid his head in the crook of your neck and groaned into your skin, resuming the movements of his hips rutting into yours. "You want me to fuck a baby into you? Want to give Yuji a sibling?"

You could only moan and pull at the messy head of hair near your chest as he grunted before moaning your name into your neck as he came.

Hot spurts of cum filled your insides, painting them white as he shuddered above you. Kento rolled to the side, pulling you into him with his cock still buried inside you. You both laid there silent, heavily breathing for no longer than two or three minutes before he spoke up. "Do I need to go buy you a Plan B?"

You smiled at him, "No, I'm on birth control. No babies will be made."

"Okay, good. As sexy as that was, I don't need a kid and neither do you."

"Mhm." Silence overtook you both once more. His fingers dance up and down your spine, soothing you immensely.

"What are you going to do about Yuji?"

He had asked a very valid question. How could you address your boyfriend after you fucked his father? You knew you couldn't be with him because you fully intended to fuck Kento Nanami again, but breaking up with Yuji would break his heart. And he was nothing short of amazing.

"I should break up with him."

"You don't need to, you could tell him about this and if he forgives you, you both would be fine."

"But that would mean that fucking you was a one time thing."

His brows raised visibly in the dark of the room, "Did you want to continue this?"

You eyes widened, "Um, only if you wanted to as well."

"I do."

"So I have to break up with Yuji. But that'll hurt him so much."

Kento was silent for a beat, as if thinking something over. "If it makes you feel any better, I've heard him talk a bit about another girl. I believe her name is Nobara. He speaks very fondly of her and to be honest with you, before he showed me a picture of you, I thought she was his girlfriend. I think he will be fine."

News of your boyfriend having a crush on someone else shouldn't have made you as happy as it did but you couldn't help the grin that rose to your face. Nanami smiled back. Your hands reached out to rest on his face as you pulled him in for a chaste kiss. "Let's clean up and go to sleep. We can deal with the rest tomorrow."

"That would be best."

As you unraveled from one another, something blossomed deep within your chest. You felt full, happy, unbearably so. And you wouldn't have it any other way.