── ★｡𖦹°‧ KENJI SATO SEEING THE SCRATCHES ON HIS BACK .ᐟ
୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: mention of sex, oral, back scratching, sexual content.
⭑.ᐟ Everything happened, properly, while Kenji was getting ready to mark his presence, alongside the team, heading to the arena for the match later on. — Coach Shimura ordered him to appear early, something that bothered the player. — Sato didn't need this, it was something dispensable, and he was forced to agree.
⤷ Due to the fact that he was unfortunately removed from your side; unable to cling to your body, cling to your touch or worship, lasciviously. — Longing to feel you once again; even though he had done this moments ago, he was still insatiated by you. — God, just by clicking his tongue, your taste reached his palate.
⭑.ᐟ Getting up from the bed, half-heartedly and with little enthusiasm, and admiring your serene and moderate image as you rested, Kenji fought the urge to ignore the order and lie down next to you; unfortunately and evidently, the sense of responsibility spoke louder.
⤷ And, knowing you like the back of his hand, Kenji knew you would disapprove of him if he did that. — Like a good boyfriend, he wouldn't make you upset.
⭑.ᐟ On his walk to the bathroom, assuming that he could put an end to the indolence that coursed through his body, Sato did not fail to feel some burning pains, small discomforts in his back, awkwardly running his hand around the area. — Ignoring, for now, the mental questions and went to the mirror.
⭑.ᐟ Kenji could already imagine the coach's voice echoing, unbearably, in his ears, scolding him for arriving at least a few minutes later than expected; and he was already reasoning out the most understandable excuse in his mind. — Or he would just say "don't worry, it won't hinder our competence", no, better not; but deep down he would like to say that.
⭑.ᐟ In front of the mirror, which showed his hair, in pure disarray and mess and his discouraged face, feeling bored, but, enigmatically, seductive, Kenji is worried, once again, about the discomforts of his back. — While uttering incoherent mumbles and swear words and directing his hand towards his skin for the second time, Sato allowed himself to turn towards the reflective glass, wanting to know what was bothering him so much.
⤷ And that's how he came across your art.
⭑.ᐟ Kenji's eyes examined, in fact, venerated with prudence and eccentric attention the marks, made by your nails, prominent and so protruding and, at the same time, deliciously burning exposed on his back; expressing an exotic, inconceivable and voluptuous sexual countenance. — The red lines, which blended into the tone of his skin, burned him both physically and mentally.
⤷ He couldn't imagine — oh, this cynical, shameless man believed it — that there was a small, furtive possessive streak coursing through your blood as you yearned, longed, to mark him.
⭑.ᐟ His fingers moved, still in disbelief, over a part of the skin he could reach, and he felt the current protuberances there and Kenji's lips couldn't stop themselves from forming a slutty, depraved smile. — He fucking loved what he was seeing, maybe more than he should have.
⤷ The moans, whimpers, and murmurs, that begged with desire for more, that came out of your beautiful mouth cried out in Kenji's mind; remembering, again, them like a song lyric he had memorized. — Sato began to identify a pulse, a throbbing in his dick and a wave of excitement flood his chest.
⭑.ᐟ Your boyfriend didn't care how fast he had to get to the arena, he would miss the time anyway, and then he contemplated what was captivated about him. — Showing off his corpulent, athletic back, wanting to see the marks better and not wanting them to disappear from view. — Kenji would beg for more of them later, he was sure of it.
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I danced to the beat of the music, my hips swaying to the rythm of the drums, hands going trough my hair as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the night. I deserved this. I deserved a fun night out with my friends. Poppy and Dax dragged me out of my apartment for this party. Like literally dragged me out. Not that I’m complaining, I actually enjoyed my time at The grand after a very long time, if I do say so myself. After everything that has been happening, I didn’t feel like going out. But it turned out it’s exactly what I needed.
Grayson gazed upon the crowd, as if his eyes searched for someone. He noticed me. The same second he made his way to me.
“I see you’re feeling better.” he said as he took a sip from his drink, handing me a cocktail. A little smirk escaping as he scanned my body, almost unnoticeable.
“Yeah, sorry I missed work.” I apologised, lying to him once again. God it hurts to lie like that.
“Don’t apologise, the most important thing is that you’re okay.” he smiled softly at me, starring at the floor as he nodded. I could sense he wanted to say more, but I guess he didn’t have enough drinks for that.
“Thank you Grayson." I answered, "Thank you for everything, I owe you one.” I put my arm onto his shoulder, as if I tried to explain there was more than he knows.
“No, you don’t.” he paused “Any time, anything.” he winked at me as he made his way to the bar.
I tried to ignore it. I tried to ignore my problems. I tried to ignore how much explaining I had to do. I tried to ignore the fact that I was mad at Kenji, for not inviting me to his own party at his own club. I tried to forget about my responsibilities for a moment, right here and right now on the dance floor at this stupid party. Not that stupid after all, as Mi gente started playing. For fucks sake that was Kenji’s song. I smiled as I got into the song, body moving to the sound, not giving a fuck about who’s watching or what’s going on around me. Even though the music blasted trough me, I could still hear a motor engine roar outside. I knew. Hell, everyone knew. A devilish smile escaped as a thought came to my mind.
Lights danced across the room, making the people around me barely visible. I couldn’t see him but somehow I felt his eyes on me. I turned to search for him but Eva appeared in front of me as she greeted me with a hug. I returned the favor as I grabbed her hand immediately: “Dance with me!” I almost screamed at her ear, the loud music making it hard to keep up a conversation. She laughed as we danced to the middle of the dance floor. I glanced at the bar where Kenji now stood beside Grayson, a drink in his hand and some drunk girls around him, too close for my liking, practically throwing themselves at him.
I pulled Eva closer to my body, locking eyes with her as her face dropped and got serious. I moved in sync with her as she let out a small laugh, “You’re so drunk.” she grabbed me by the hips, dancing with me. My throat got dry, not realizing where this was leading, but I just didn’t care at all.
“Can I borrow Y/N for a bit?” someone interrupted as we parted. Kenji stood there, hand in his pockets of his new black suit that looked so damn good on him. My eyes checked him from head to toe, he obviously catching me, a smirk forming on his face.
“Of course. Sorry for keeping her up.” Eva said as she was leaving, probably realizing what was happening, the tension being left in the air as she blended in with the crowd dancing around.
“Follow me?” Kenji said as he made his way to somewhere more quiet, going to what appeared his office up the stairs. He opened the door for me, closing it with a slam as he entered right after me.
“What the hell was that?” Kenji said, his expression mixed with anger and what seemed jealousy.
“What the hell was what? Oh you mean those girls throwing themselves at you at the bar?” I was not having this right now. Even in this drunken state, I tried to be as reasonable as I could be, but Kenji was fucking testing me.
“I don’t blame you. All of them were drooling over you, I just thought you might have a bit more tact than to-”
“You just said it yourself Y/N!” Kenji returned, a little louder than I’d expected.
“Said what?” I asked infuriated.
“That it was them, the girls, not me! God, do you think that I don’t get jealous of the attention you get?”
“I don’t fucking return it Kenji.”
“Neither do I, but seeing you all flirty with Grayson and Eva is too much for me.” He yelled as I headed towards the door behind him. I couldn’t even look at him, which was a shame, as he looked absolutely delicious tonight. His muscular arms looked especially strong beneath his jacket and his tight jeans showed off his sculpted legs.
“Don’t walk away from me.” He said firmly as he stepped in my way. Our fight was developing much quicker than I thought it would. I was about to apologise and say sorry, even though this was mostly all my fault. Not anymore. I stepped away and walked around his office, looking at the table to the walls, not knowing what to say to him that will calm him down. He followed me, i turned around to face him, I hit the wall behind me.
“All you had to do was say no.” I almost yelled as he continued to move closer, fury consuming me. I’d never thought that I’d done anything to deserve someone as incredible as Kenji, so fear of losing him was a sensitive area for me.
“You knew that this came with my fame. It’s not easy when they’re basically mobbing me. I can’t afford to be seen as rude. I can’t just say ‘no’. The Grand is something I’ve acomplished by myself, and this hero life is giving me a hard time to properly enjoy it.” He said frustrated.
“Does being with me make it that hard to say no to other girls?”
“Tell me you’re joking Y/N.” He said shaking his head. It seemed like he wa staking this as a joke. My hands trembled with rage.
“Fuck you Kenji.” I said as he stopped about a foot from me. I can’t believe I just said that. The alcohol finally coming out of me.
“What did you say?” He asked towering over me and squinting. I swallowed and raised my voice.
He slammed his hands onto the wall either side of my head and breathed heavily. His cheeks were flushed and brow furrowed from the stress of us fighting. Kenji ground himself into me and ran his hand through his messy hair before leaning down to kiss my neck.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I said dryly, trying to push him off me but failing as his super strength far outweighed mine.
“Showing you how much I don’t want anyone else.” He said nipping at my neck. He was absolutely unpredictable. A second ago he was fuming, and now he was making me whimper as he sucked hickeys along my jugular and down to my collarbone. As he dragged his tongue down to my cleavage and tore my dress down my body, I gasped and my eyes snapped up to meet his. My anger was suddenly almost completely gone, immediately replaced by lust.
“I hope you’re ready.” He spoke huskily, his lips hovering over mine. Both of our breathing was erratic.
“This is gonna be rough.”
Kenji slammed my hips back into the wall, my hiss of his name cut off by his lips being planted firmly on mine. He pulled my dress along with my stockings and underwear down my smooth legs, the cool air immediately reaching my heat. I brought my hands to rub over my tummy, trailing them down before being stopped by Kenji.
“Hands on the wall.” He spoke onto the skin of my collarbone, peppering kisses along my neck. I pulled my hands from my body, placing them on the crotch of his pants. If I hadn’t been paying attention, it would have been easy to miss him falter slightly, his eyelids staying shut for a moment longer than a blink. I loved that I could do that to him.
“Hands on the wall, Y/N.” He spoke more forcefully this time, gripping my writs and positioning me so that my palms were flat against the wall with my arms outstretched either side of me.
“Kenji.” I whimpered as he tended to my neck once more, focusing on the sweet spot that he knew his way around so well. He quickly unclasped my bra, squeezing my breasts and pinching my hard nipples once they were free. As the pressure of his touch on my body increased, so did the likelihood of me falling, my legs trembling at each rough touch.
“You like that baby?”
“Oh my god.” I breathed out as his middle finger came to rest on my clit.
“Answer me.”
“Yes Kenji.” I shot back. He smirked at the control shift, I’d been so angry with him, and it’d taken all of two minutes for him to win me back over.
“Spread your legs for me darling.” Kenji whispered huskily, my feet instinctively shuffling further apart.
“Good girl.” He praised as he rubbed between my cleft. His fingers worked their magic, occasionally slipping into me and pulling upwards, causing moans of his name to slip my lips. It took even less time than usual for him to have me worked up and needy, my nails clawing at the the wall as I struggled to keep my arms straight.
“That was quick.” He smirked. “Would you like to come?” I tightened around his fingers before he moved them to my clit, rubbing quick circles over it.
“Yes please.” I whispered, looking into his grey eyes. I saw them soften as my head fell forwards, giving all of my strength into keeping myself on my feet.
“Seeing as you asked so nicely, you can.” Kenji said as I neared my end. “Just not yet.” I groaned as he pulled his hand from me.
I heard an unzipping sound before the clunk of a belt hitting the floor followed by that of jeans. I pulled my head up, my eyes opening to see him haul his shirt over his head. He stood in front of me completely naked, his thick shaft standing away from his body, hard and ready. He stepped forward and lifted me up against the wall, positioning himself at my entrance.
“Ready?” He said quietly, attaching his lips to my mine and slamming into me. He must have asked just to let me know that it didn’t matter whether or not I was. He gave me no more than a few seconds to adjust, his length still a shock to me each time we were together. I ran my hand through his hair and moaned as he pounded into me, my whole weight being on his hips making the pressure even greater. Kenji moved one of his arms from under me and brought in up to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. His breath washed over my face as he tilted my head up, connecting our lips once more. He slowed his thrusts to concentrate on the kiss and his tongue fought mine for dominance, his winning as usual. I pulled back from him, tugging on his bottom lip as I did and earned a groan from him. He retaliated by hooking his hands just before the bend of my knees, adjusting his angle slightly, and pounding back into me even harder.
He could tell how close I was without me saying it out loud, my walls clenching around him, my nails digging into his chest and curling of my toes against his backside giving it away.
“Kenji…” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Now you can come.” All it took was for his fingers to brush over my clit for me to be hurled into my orgasm. I threw my head back against the wall, eyes closing shut as pleasure exploded trough mz whole body. I moaned and whimpered a stream of curse words and his name. Kenji thrusted upwards a few more times before he pounded into me particularly hard, stilling as he moaned my name. I felt him fill me as he pressed himself onto me, holding us both against the wall and stilling my body.
“There we are.” Kenji whispered over my ear.
My release felt like a short yet intense explosion of relief, but at the same time seemed to last forever. I gripped onto his shoulders as I came down.
Kenji pulled out, his arms not moving from their position under my thighs as he lowered me to the ground. It wasn’t uncommon for me to be completely helpless after having sex with Kenji, especially when it was either extremely rough or extremely passionate. And this was no exception. My breathing was still heavy and uneven, my legs trembling uncontrollably, and my centre and clit still throbbing.
“Y/N?” Kenji questioned as my eyes fluttered open to look at him. “You good?”
“I’m better than good.” I laughed lightly as pleasure continued to flow through me. He pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me as I rested my head on his chest.
“I’m sorry about those girls.” He said apologetically as he stroked my hair.
“No, no, no. I’m sorry.” I smiled. “ I’d be more than happy for that to happen again…” I said trailing my finger down his chest.
“I’ll see what I can do.” He chuckled.
We stayed like that for a few moments. As we put on our clothes back we joined back the gang, not at all suspicios of having sex back in Kenji’s office.
Oh, Kenji Sato was, unconditionally, insatiable. — Perhaps, mentioned in countless reports and comments and rumors from journalists, a little voracious and avid. — Making it clear that he looked for satisfaction around him, wanting to end this thirst on the court.
Being one of the biggest, and best, baseball stars, he had the reason, and right, to cause this. — Everyone could agree, right?
But this feeling remained in his chest, covertly, off the court; of course, trying not to show it in the public eye. — There was a mixture of need and lack that only Sato could admit; poorly, dramatic.
Kenji felt hungry, needing to be close to you, causing any physical contact, wanting to enjoy every inch of your body; aspiring to press it around you. — He wants to feel, touch and delight you. — And that drove the young boy crazy.
At the same time that you drove him crazy, leaving Sato thirsty, greedy for your smell or just seeing your gaze against his, you also directed him to the light; being a guide on your troubled path. —Kenji was grateful, and, gods, as he was. — The possibly true meaning of walking through heaven and hell in one walk.
He was trapped, connected to you; always keeping, like a magnet, his strong, long arms around your waist, pressing himself against you or fitting his face into the crook of your neck, nudging his nose into the back of your neck. — Sometimes, his teeth run through your skin, a sensitive spot, marking the area and then kissing it; conveying a loving and ironic action when saying “sorry, my love”.
Also, Kenji remained, pleasantly, surrounded between your thighs and holding them, with such precision and rigidity, leaving, in the future, marks of his long fingers; unable to avoid the possessiveness that coursed through his veins. — Delighting, relishing in the taste of your pussy; keeping him even more addicted to you, being certified as a starving animal.
That mouth, so bold and sharp, that responded and argued everything that came to mind, in fact, was smeared with taste and pleasure; sucking, kissing your folds, incredibly wet and mixed with his saliva, in an unruly way. — Attacking your sensitive and pulsating clitoris, his tongue surrounding it with slow circles and tracing lines across the region. — Rarely threatening contact with his teeth.
The damned man knew how to torture you and thought it was funny, he had, unquestionably, a talent for it.
“Ken, holy shit…!” — The environment, unstable, dark and poorly lit by the small bands of light that came from the huge windows, covered by curtains, was filled with the moans and whimpers that came out of your beautiful, dirty mouth. — “Ngh!” — You choked, trying to breathe.
Kenji would like, would love, to live with his face between your thighs; he could forget about baseball, save the city from monsters, everything. — Everything to devour you.
“My little princess with that mouth…” — A pop, made by his mouth, when sucking one of your folds was exclaimed. — “…so dirty.” — Pretends false hurt along with a pout, quickly licks his lips. — "So good…"
Raising his shiny orbs of desire and lasciviousness, Kenji witnessed, or rather, enjoyed your dazed image, hazy of the purest pleasure you received, feeling in a cloud of delight. — The large t-shirt, which belonged to your fiencé, lifted up to your collarbone, showing off your perky breasts and your messy hair spread across the pillow. — A magnificent work of art, somewhat angelic, apollonian.
Your little face manifested the lost between lust and excitement, being a sight for Sato's eyes. — You looked wonderful, as always.
“You know, hmm…” — The heat of his tongue returned, moving, slowly, to your entrance, tasting, ambitious; Sato's name was begged, almost inaudible, landing in his ears. — “I would spend hours eating that pussy.” — He had already confessed to that filthy curse so many times, but that's not a complaint. — “Oh, but, you know, don’t you?” — He growled.
“Hm, hm…” — This was an attempt to state what I had heard. — “Ken, please…” — You didn’t know what, in fact, you were begging, you didn’t care about blurting out disconnected words and things; the older one raised his eyebrows, mocking you.
“Fuck, baby.” — Kenji exclaims, almost breathless, closing his eyes and tracing a line with his tongue to the small, quivering dot, focusing on it; impatiently, wanting to enjoy your orgasm. — "I know, i know." — He babbled, clicking his tongue and increasing the speed of his licks; distributing a messy, clumsy, obscene kiss to your pussy.
A scream, thin and tearful, with a melodic tone, and considered music for the player, broke free from your mouth. — Being caught off guard during the change of promptness. — Without delay, one of your hands fell on Sato's black hair, pulling it sharply. — And you swear you felt a dirty smile, then a giggle, which sent a wave of shock through you.
When you felt a hot, scorching sensation of pleasure and voluptuousness boiling in your stomach, accompanied by the impression of numbness dominating your extremely sensitive little spot, you knew you were close. — Kenji too. — Your chest burned, rose and fell, trying to regulate or catch a breath, and your back arched; whining, immorally, even more so for Ken.
Holding your thighs, feeling a mediocre courage in trying to close them, which were increasingly trembling, Kenji's hands slowly caressed them; wanting to reassure you. — The coldness of his engagement ring ran across your skin, giving you goose bumps. — From the movement made in his mouth, Ken had said something, but, covered with exultation, you was unable to understand; probably words of encouragement.
"Oh, Ken, Kenji...!" — You screamed, frantically, while miserably moving your hips against Kenji's mouth, warning him; even if there is no such need. — Understanding what was going on, a growl came out of the older man's mouth, maintaining his rhythm. — “I’m close, Ken…” — You cried, feeling tears invading your eyes.
Suddenly digging your nails into Sato's scalp, as tears, witnesses of desire, fall from your eyes, you cum in Kenji's mouth; deliciously releasing all your pleasure. — Your head resting on the pillow, your chest rising and falling under pure exhaustion. — Therefore, you continues to be devoured by your lover.
Kenji, by gently opening your thighs a little, gets drunk on your orgasm; persistently tasting, tasting and eating your pussy. — Now, unshakable and extremely high level of sensitivity. — The tongue cleaning, searching and not leaving any drop of your cum with his greed and thirst to be quenched.
You were being adored, worshiped —even ecstatically— and you appreciated it. — Sato never tired of making you feel this way.
“Please,” — As he start to pull away, Kenji lifts his head, to get a clear view of you, and the glow on his chin and mouth, caused by your cum and his saliva, sends butterflies to your stomach. . — "you're so perfect." — He murmured, stunned and swallowed dryly. — “I wanted to stay buried in your thighs, like, forever.”
Your hand, which was still between his locks, immediately messed them up; mercilessly finding his change in personality ridiculous. — Addressing a low "i love you” to him.
“Me too, love” — He took a deep breath. — “But, i’m serious.”
୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: F!reader, 18+, Kenji referring to reader as his wife and being a fucking tease, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, teasing, touching, explicit words, explicit content.
Probably, in fact, there were many possibilities, the noises of the bed squeaking against the wall, even though it was made of excellent material, could be heard from outside the room; accompanied by moans, obscene noises and some indecent words. — But who would be able to complain about that?
Inside the room, a dimly lit environment but still showing silhouettes, all the noises and noises mentioned were more intense, powerful and lively, in addition to the sound of flesh struggling against each other; becoming much more than wanton and immoral. — And much tastier.
"I love eating that beautiful pussy." — His warm breath brushes your reddened cheek and is a little wet from thin tears, while you whimper when you feel his thick tip poking that sensitive and delicate spot. — "And you know a lot about that, don't you?" — A question, unanswerable, mixed with a grunt, moan came from Kenji's bold lips.
He dragged his mouth, uttering sinful praises and hoarse hums, along your chin and, at the same time, ran wet, sloppy kisses on your skin and leaned in to admire your reactions and expressions, showing an immense, intense, satisfaction and pleasure, almost becoming exulting; the immense wave of pleasure became agonizing, almost unbearable.
"Is that ok, my love?" — He asked, closing his eyes, for a few seconds, it almost became a growl, something so skittish when he felt your nails being dug into his back. — "Pf, look at those claws…" — Kenji murmured with a hoarse laugh, a shameless smile pulling at his lips, thinking about the thick, reddish lines that will decorate his back later.
"Ken..ji!" — Desperately, the only thing that was going through your mind was his name and nothing else, not even your conscience or notion, even respect for yourself, punctuated your little head. — "Mm, please, please."
"Oh, my beautiful wife." — Moving his mouth to your ears, scraping his teeth on the earlobe, Sato's words came out, satisfyingly, in a fascinating way, more than sensual and so impudent; performing an unsurprising action at the same time so libertine of you. — "Holy shit, damn…?"
Immediately, in a matter of agile and apprehensible seconds, after directing you with that statement, during his rhythm, Kenji felt your warm, inner walls squeezing, possessively, slyly and exaltedly, his cock; more moans, cunning and drawn-out meows came out of your lips, with your nails, eminently, stuck to the older's skin. — He felt your body softer, needier, in shock after his words, which left him intrigued, yearning.
Who could have imagined?
"Ah, you love it when i call you that." — He spoke, seriously, but with a little grace, ecstatic with what he had just felt and witnessed. Kenji's bold tongue flicked across his cheek, the taste of your sweat transferred to his palate, and he placed a soft bite on the apple of your cheek. — "My wife." — Sato moved his hips, moving away from the intimate and erotic contact, keeping the tip at your entrance, and then diving into your pussy again; highlighting a delightful and pleasurable thrust, once again reaching your sensitive spot.
── summary: What could be Kenji Sato's certainty and weakness?
── content warnings: F!reader, 18+, nsfw, morning sex, unprotected, riding, playing w/ nipples, dirty talk, praise, petnames, kenji being a fucking tease, explicit words, explicit content.
── word count: 1.798!
Kenji did not know, or did he understand, some certainties about his life, and, perhaps, it could sound like imprudence, the purest act of negligence he had the opportunity to tolerate; in fact, it was obvious. — He believed in this line of consciousness, attempted reasoning.
He declared that he made mistakes, countless mistakes, and, currently, he still thinks about the hypothesis that he could make them to this day; even though he wanted to, and tried, as much as possible, not to reveal what he believed to the cameras, journalists and specific people around him. — Sato wouldn't stand it, he knew that.
However, resonating with a merciless and sweet irony, seeming such a surprising incongruity, Kenji was, he knew, certain about one thing in his existence, something that he would not dare lie, deceive himself or dissemble; he imagined he might die if he did that. — His chest burned, sharply, just thinking about it.
You were one of Sato's weaknesses; in his view, the only one. — At the same time, it was his strength; knowing that, you can destabilize him, with ease and incomplexity, conceiving a change in his concentration and everything around, just by directing your eyes against his would be able to be seen as ridiculous and playing a vulnerable side and stealing his attention was peculiar. — Something incredibly curious.
But in Sato's eyes, it was a form, way of how to worship you; being able to feel a passion, intensely, disoriented and burning in his heart. — Admitting something so angelic and serene. — Not hiding the fact that you were his refuge, a place where he felt safe and loved and knew that it would protect him at all costs in his life; experiencing being worthy of you.
And every morning, every second and minute of it, at dawn next to you, with his body entwined with yours, Kenji thought about it.
"A kiss for your thoughts?" — A sleepy, so sweet voice exclaims in the boy's ears, spontaneously bringing a cunning smile to his lips; Kenji loved your humor, even during the early morning. — "What do you think?" — Even with the huge cuts in the windows, showing weak and soft bands of light, you refused to open your eyes at that moment, yawning.
"That's a very good proposal, should i accept it?" — He asked, looking down at your leg, which was in the region of his hips, and felt, deliciously, you pressing yourself against him; Sato's smile grew even wider due to the fact that you only had the blanket stuck to your bodies. — "Good morning to you too, kitten."
He considered some sleepy, boring mumbles and grunts that came out of your mouth as a response, and found it adorable; bringing his lips to your forehead, kissing it, while stroking your hair. — Taking care of his girl with delicacy and gentleness. — And more melodic hums were made by you.
You couldn't stop that familiar and delightful tingling between your legs, and soon you was clumsily rubbing yourself against Kenji's hips, — who didn't fail to find your morning boner fascinating and hungry — without a hint of shame.
"I see someone…" — A sensual laugh vibrated in your temple. — "…woke up very well." — He added, feeling a lump in his throat, unable to contain his shaky breath. — "No?" — Your hand snaked over Kenji's athletic chest, a line of coldness crossed his skin, caused by the ring you had on your finger; your engagement ring.
Not knowing how to resist, and never could, your movements, the painful, throbbing sensation began to burn, sharply, Kenji's dick, showing the large bulge developed in the blanket; he was already starting to feel needier than usual, wanting to fit his face into your neck and dive into your pussy.
Just thinking about being inside you makes Sato's breathing become a panting mess, not wanting or admitting to waste another second.
"I always wake up right next to you, Kenji." — You replied, lifting your head, directing your lips to the eldest's shoulder, trailing kisses across his skin; showing affection. — "Always." — The little kisses went up to his collarbone, your warm hands remained on his chest.
During the small movement between the sheets, caused by you, part of your boobs were exposed and shivering as they hit Kenji's skin; he didn't wait and anxiously felt the beak of one of them, squeezing it with a certain and frank force. — Drawing a sigh from you and making the player bite his lip, like prey. — The damn man liked doing that.
Sato was, indisputably, diabolical, the most arrogant and delighting provocation to ever stand before you.
“Come here, come.” — He asked in a whisper, cunning and with eyes clouded with desire, looking at every point of your face and eyes, running his tongue over his lips, leaving them wet and, faintly, shiny; waiting to be responded to, which didn't take long. — "Pretty girl."
Yours lips, eagerly, came together in a sinful, appetizing and wet kiss; Kenji's sharp tongue rubbed and caressed your, wanting to taste your mouth, as if it were the first time. — Sometimes causing a shock of contact between your teeth and his, nothing could stop you. — Moans, coming from you, delighting in his mouth, were muffled and made Sato smile bewildered.
Kenji felt, even so apprehensive and focused on your mouth, his body being touched, covered by your hands, and, lightly, your nails scraped his skin, desperate to touch him. — He couldn't help but find it cute and naive the way your hand moved to the back of his neck, shocking your bodies even more. — Feeling himself throbbing more and more.
You would be the death of Kenji Sato. — That was another certainty that covered his mind.
Moaning during the mediocre fraction of a second in which your lips disconnected, feeling an emptiness, you came across thin and fragile strands of spit slowly breaking and you vibrated when you heard Sato's smug laugh; his eyes surrounded your mouth, wanting it again. — He smiled, forming a pretentious and ambitious expression as he brought his thumb to your chin, holding it.
"Ride me like a good girl," — Sato clicks his tongue, incoherent. — "my good girl." — Aa words, referring with a hint of possessiveness and premise, made your pussy throb with exultation. — "Please, huh?" — Your lover pouted, almost sounding mocking but not hiding the need he burned for you.
He didn't need to say it twice, he knew there would be no need, even though he saw some clouds of pleasure, leaving you completely at the mercy of the excitement, leaving you beautiful head. — And, also, it wasn't long before your legs were around Kenji's hips, grabbing them with the limited strength you had; abandoning the silky, white sheet somewhere on the mattress.
Settling down, adjusting his posture on the soft, padded pillow, hoping for a good view, Kenji couldn't help but adore the image before his eyes; you were deliciously mounted on him and comfortable on his lap, in your honored place and feeling deified. — It seemed like an inexplicable, surreal and reprehensible scene, it could be the taste of the paradise they prophesied. — No, you were Sato's own, true and only paradise.
Your body surrendered to him, precise movements, with a moderate, almost weak strength and still clouded with sleep, against the young prodigy's hips, feeling his entire length sink, preciously, into your sticky and hot walls; never getting used to the way you was filled by Kenji, — and, wanting, dirty, at no point to get used to it. — leaving you more stimulated. — When you felt him completely, your lips opened, moaning harmoniously and delightfully, attracting panting sighs in the name of your lover.
And, with your boobs, delicious and juicy boobs, exposed, wide open, which, according to your movements, swayed and shivered in front of Kenji, wanting to devour them with desire and modesty. — And not tolerating losing the delicious vision, he preferred to remain where he was; but, he didn't hesitate in sliding his hand towards one of them and squeezing it, now, tightly.
"Ken..ji." — You moaned, whimpered, moving your hand towards his, which held your nipple, unbearably, sensitive with his calloused fingers. — "Fuck-k!" — You sobbed, threatening to release tears from feeling all that pleasurable pressure in your system; and, feeling the lack of sustenance, with the other hand, you moved across Kenji's chest. — "Ken, Kenji..."
"Is it good, my love?" — He says, removing his hand from your boob and repositioning it on your waist, guiding your movements, noticing your almost exhausted rhythm, poor thing. — "Fucking good, huh?" — He growled when he noticed a sudden tightness in his cock; your pussy choked and sucked him, divinely, well. — "O-oh, look what we have here." — He laughed, digging his short nails into your flesh.
The sharp, thin lamentations and melodic moans vociferated in Sato's ears sounded like masterful music, stirring him with every descent and ascent that you made in his lap; also mentioning the wet, filthy melody that your pussy made while swallowing his cock. — Such a greedy, hungry, desperate little thing for every inch of him.
"Keep it up, kitten." — He swore, quickly guiding your hips and showed a satisfied and happy smile when he saw that you responded to his orders, winking shamelessly in your direction. — "I love filling this pussy, fuck…" — He breathed deeply, shaking with another grip on his dick. — "with my cum in the morning." — Listening to Kenji's filthy words was a sin.
It was blasphemous, unacceptable to be able to tolerate, endure, for so long, all that excitement, — all that infernal provocation coming from your man — and adequately endure the stings that reached, perfectly, your sensitive and delicate spot, which only Kenji knew how to reach. — And he took advantage of that.
With incandescent, burning pleasure replacing all sensations, reactions of your body, finally, that nervous, tingling thread, trapped in your stomach, breaks free; accompanied by a tearful and disoriented scream, crying out for Sato, coming out of your mouth. — Cumming on his cock, having some spasms around it, you feel weak, about to become weak. — Like a pathetic little doll.
"Baby." — Hot, delicious jets of sperm painted your inner walls, taking him to the limit, as always; cumming inside you, Kenji filled you, leaving you satisfied, sated and fulfilled. — Having the impression that, still sitting on his lap, you was leaking yours mixed releases, causing an appetizing mess. — "Holy shit." — Ken moaned softly, smiling bewildered and drunk for you.
Tilting your head to the side, merely acting in a naive and harmless way, still with a look of tiredness and exhaustion, a thin and innocent smile tugged at the corner of your lips; making you even more adorable, captivating.
"Good morning to you too, Ken."
Yeah, in fact, you were Kenji Sato's main weakness.
── ★｡𖦹°‧ CAN WE TALK ABOUT AFTERCARE, MR. SATO? .ᐟ
୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: F!reader, aftercare, mention of sex, petnames, something lovely, sexual content.
⭑.ᐟ Thinking, deeply, about how this man is so, so attentive and helpful to you after sex; taking care of you in a delicate yet fragile way, not removing, nor daring, his hands from you. — His hands, eyes, touches need to emphasize you with sweetness, tenderness.
⤷ Even though, during the last few minutes, he cunningly took you to heaven and hell; almost breaking your mind and body and leaving you completely at his mercy and delight.
⭑.ᐟ The way Kenji knows very well how to carry out all the delicate and detailed care is apollonian; seeking to question possible sudden and rude marks or pain, granting quick massages. — As he lovingly kisses all the hickeys and bites he left on your skin. — Once again, not letting go of physical contact.
⤷ Also whispering, uttering various and abundant compliments, praises about how good you were to him; not hiding the words, which sounded so possessive and obscene. — Sato didn't hide that he was bewitched, trapped and chained to you.
“Oh, my girl was so good to me, wasn’t she?” — “Don’t worry about me, please. You come first, remember?” — “So beautiful, gods, you’re going to be the fucking death of me.” — “My beautiful girl, mine.”
⤷ With every kiss, little kisses that crossed your skin, that shivered with the touch of his sinful lips, Kenji adored you intensely and intimately.
⭑.ᐟ Kenji always leaves a towel, or easily knows where to find one, near the bed to clean it properly and wet it to make it easier; but most of the time, he carries you on his lap, making fun of you, and his footsteps take you to the bathroom.
⤷ He prepares the bath, sometimes, he already prepares it, and doesn't allow you to try too hard and, again, starts dedicating himself and focusing only on you. — Kenji bathed, washed and took care of your body during the intimate moment; appreciating you with his eyes burning with passion and fascination.
⭑.ᐟ But, don't avoid the fun, good-natured and seduced image of Sato after you were together, clinging to each other and covered in bed; as always, his face was nestled in the crook of your neck, causing jolts of tickle and temptation for you. — He felt some tremors, goosebumps coming from your body when he laughed or spoke against your skin.
⤷ Kenji couldn't help the voluptuousness, the appetite he felt, experienced for you; he didn't know how to control it, you can't blame him. — Clicking his tongue, on your neck, the oldest could swear, ensuring that he still felt his taste on his palate; soon, he could already sense a stirring erection in his sweatpants.
"My pretty." — Your boyfriend's teeth gave a miserable and wanton conflict to your neck, pulling a small piece of your skin and releasing it and laughing hoarsely. — "I love you."
