Can I request a fic for Kenta Magami where the reader is the twin sister of Gun. She joined gun for training. She thought Kenta was adorable cause he was small and nicknamed him little turnip. They meet years later in Korea and she refers to him by that nickname.
hiii!! omgg u reading my thoughts kenta really cute and looks like little turnip especially as a kid😭🥺
frogs and kisses
author's note ; i wrote slightly different scenario, with kid! kenta x kid!reader, if you don't mind!! thank you for request!!
the lush gardens of Yamazaki estate were buzzing with sudden bursts of life. the sprawling grounds had been meticulously prepared for the celebration, with clusters of important families mingling, their children running about in fits of giggles. among them were two tiny figures near the koi pond, a few steps removed from the lively adults.
Kenta, the only heir to Magami family, crouched by the water’s edge. his usually neat hair stuck up slightly on one side, a sign of his earlier…hunt. in his hands, he held a small, green frog, he been chasing for past 5 minutes, its tiny legs dangling lazily as though it trusted the boy completely.
“look at this!” Kenta exclaimed, his voice bubbling with excitement as he turned to you, his big grin lighting up his face. “isn’t it so cool? i caught it all by myself!” he shifted slightly to give you a better view of his prized catch, clearly thrilled by his discovery.
you, the youngest sibling of Yamazaki family, weren’t as sure about the frog. your big eyes darted between its slimy green body and Kenta’s enthusiastic expression. still, you couldn’t help but feel a little braver with him around. your tiny hands fiddled with the hem of your yukata as you leaned in closer.
“really?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the confusion and incredulity. your older brothers used to scare you with some frogs earlier...
“yeah! it’s so awesome,” Kenta said, nodding fervently. “it’s not even slimy…maybe a little slimy. but it’s cute! see?” he held it out toward you with both hands, his eyes sparkling as if he’d just discovered a hidden treasure.
your heart fluttered, but not because of the frog. it was because of Kenta — the way he seemed so carefree and full of wonder, like nothing in the world could dampen his excitement. you hesitated, then slowly reached out with one finger, trembling slightly as you hovered near the frog’s bumpy back.
“it’s okay,” Kenta said, his tone light and encouraging, though his attention remained fixed on the frog. “just touch it like this.” he demonstrated by lightly tapping frog's head with his own finger, laughing when it wriggled in his hands.
summoning your courage, you finally touched the frog. it was cool and slightly slimy, but not unpleasant. a small gasp escaped your lips as you pulled your hand back, grinning despite yourself. “it’s not scary!” you declared, pride swelling in your chest.
“told you!” Kenta said with a triumphant laugh, looking so pleased with himself that it made your cheeks grow warm. he carefully lowered the frog to the ground, letting it hop toward the water. you both watched in silence as the frog splashed into the pond and swam away, leaving ripples behind.
koi fish darted beneath the surface, their scales flashing gold and orange in the sunlight.
for a moment, everything was still. the laughter and chatter of the celebration felt distant as you stared at Kenta’s profile, his focus still on the pond. his round head, neatly styled back black hair and small ponytail on the back of his head make him looked... cute, you thought to yourself. cute like a turnip! and this thought made your face heat up all over again. your heart thudded faster as a sudden wave of boldness overtook you.
before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned over and pressed a quick, innocent kiss to Kenta’s cheek. the soft peck left a warm, tingling sensation on your lips.
“you look like a cute turnip!” you blurted, your voice high-pitched and panicked. the words tumbled out before you could stop them, and as soon as they did, your face turned crimson. without waiting for his reaction, you turned and bolted, your legs carrying you away as fast as they could.
Kenta, still crouched by the pond, blinked in confusion. “huh?” he muttered, his head tilting slightly as he processed what had just happened. “turnip?” he scratched the back of his head, his face scrunching in thought before a slow blush crept up his cheeks and ears. he touched the spot where your lips had landed.
“cute...” he said to himself with a little warm smile. he stood up, brushing his hands on his pants, and glanced in the direction you’d run. “guess i’ll show her another frog later,” he murmured to himself, a dreamy grin tugging at his lips as he thought about how many frogs he could catch so you could give him the exact same kisses for each frog!
from a distance, you peeked out from behind a tree, clutching the bark like it was your only lifeline. your cheeks still burned as you watched him sitting by the pond, seemingly unfazed. you had no idea what he was thinking, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go back. not yet, anyway...
Hello! if that's okay I could order some hdcns for cozmez + gklck (but if there are many then only cozmez + kenta and ryoga) where his fem reader is a ray of light who works hard to prepare adorable cupcakes to give to the fans as a token of gratitude for going to support them, It makes me laugh to imagine mc at the end of the show like "thanks youu , come back soon *greetings greetings* :D " jeje XD
that's all hehe I'm glad to see a new blog that write for paralive welcomeeee ^-^
a/n: hii!! yess i already love paralive so much i look forward to the new eps every week kjfirj also i js wanted to say that im not that familiar with the characters not yet introduced in the anime, so ill try my best for ken and ryo from their wiki pagesss imsosorry :((
kanata was a silent lover, especially when it came to talking about how much he actually appreciated everything you did for him. but, that didnt mean that he had no shame about your relationship - he just preferred to keep his affection behind doors
so, when you decided to prepare cupcakes to bring along to cozmez's concert for fans, kanata didnt protest in the slightest, but also didnt comment on it at all. however, internally, his stomach was doing flips and his heart was pounding - how could you be so cute??
at the concert, you were stood at the exit queue, handing out the cute cupcakes you had prepared to the fans, a warm smile on your face. kanata watched how happy you looked, talking with each fan and genuinely being glad to be there, as he fell even more in love with you - your selfless nature warming his hardened heart
₊˚✧ NAYUTA YATONOKAMI
nayuta was more open with his affection for you; hugging, kissing, and always holding onto you, even in public. he always communicated how much he loved you, not caring if he came off as clingy or needy
when you baked the batches of cupcakes and brought them with you to one of cozmez's concert, nayuta swore that he felt his heart skip a beat. you just looked so goddamn adorable, holding containers full of delicious, decorated cupcakes and handing them to the grateful fans leaving the venue. it had been completely your idea, no input from anyone else - just the goodness of your heart
despite the vast amount of people, all nayuta could hear was your bubbly voice occasionally speaking to a fan or two - "thanks for coming today!", "hope to see you again!", "please, have a cupcake!". nayuta was smitten, but he didnt care - he just loved you so much
₊˚✧ KENTA MIKOSHIBA
kenta was slightly hesitant when you mentioned wanting to make cupcakes as a little thank you for his fans. it wasnt that he was embarrassed, not at all - he just didnt want you to be stressed about making the right amount, or about allergies or dietary concerns for the fans. in his opinion, they didnt deserve your kindness - only him!
but when you kept insisting on making them, with that adorable pout on your face, kenta just couldnt say no to you. he did his best to help you as you made batch by batch by batch of cupcakes, lifting things for you and grabbing ingredients from the convenience store
after the concert, kenta stood with you as you handed each fan a cupcake, trying to keep the scowl off of his face as he watched. they didnt even do anything, and they got a dessert made by you! he swore he wasnt jealous, but the way he clung to you afterwards clearly suggested otherwise...
₊˚✧ RYOGA TOSA
ryoga often struggled with speaking out, so whenever fans would approach him and thank him for the performance, he would freeze, often making the fan slightly uncomfortable and upset. he hated his inability to speak to others, but he just couldnt help it, as he often scared people away from how he looked
thats why you were practically his voice, speaking for him when he couldnt. the idea of baking cupcakes for fans was yours, but he followed along with it, as it meant that he wouldnt have to speak out. he was used to using violence instead of words, but this gesture meant that he wouldnt have to; a kind show of gratitude
at the end of the concert, he helped hand out the cupcakes, making it quite a comical sight. a big, scary, intimidating man handing out cutely decorated cupcakes to fans almost half his height. it made you laugh on the inside, but you knew that ryoga could be gentle when he wanted to, as he was always with you
hellou I like your user ♡ it gave me an idea, for nayuta, toma, dongha and kenta relationship headcanons about a mc that everyone calls "angel" because of her appearance and sincerity although deep down she is someone fierce idk I like the duadility je thank you! take care :))
a heavenly angel | various paradox live characters x reader
—> characters’ reactions to an angelic partner who isn’t what they expected
i hope i understood the prompt correctly and that you enjoy it <3 thank you sm for requesting as always <3
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yatonokami nayuta ♡
~nayuta genuinely appreciates your beauty and believes you’re heaven sent. you’re simply so perfect in his eyes and nothing could change that. he has a softer personality in contrast to his brother and you two get along extremely well because of it. however, when you displayed your harsher, stronger personality he was a bit taken aback. he never knew this side of you existed, but nonetheless told himself he would continue to love you.
“you will always be an angel in my eyes.”
hikage toma ♡
~toma is a bright person and a beauty enthusiast. he appreciates beautiful things and has an extraordinary passion towards it, so when he saw you, he HAD to get to know you. he started to love everything about you; your kindness, beauty, and love for him. you had accepted him just as he was and he promised you he would do the same. when you suddenly snapped and revealed a brutal, colder side, he was at first shocked, but remembered how you accepted him and felt a strong urge to do the same for you. he definitely has no problems with how you are.
“i’ll love you no matter what.”
yeon dongha ♡
~dongha is known to have a sadistic streak and probably isn’t afraid to show that. he’s also arrogant and extremely cold, so getting to know him was hard enough. accepting and loving him is on a completely different level of difficulty, however you managed to do all of it. he’s thankful for all of the effort you’ve put in to get him to open up. your kindness and care created a softer side to him. when you expressed a scarier and intimidating side, he was genuinely confused at first. he didn’t understand how a literal angel could be like this, but he honestly pushed that thought aside and simply wanted to get to know that side of you more.
“you’re simply interesting and enchanting.”
mikoshiba kenta ♡
~kenta is definitely a troublemaker and an annoying character. dealing with him would quite literally take an angel plus a miracle. thankfully, he was blessed and found you. you were always known for being a loving and enchanting person, and he is always wonderstruck by your kindness. however, his image of an angel was shattered when he saw your more ruthless and fierce personality. he always felt the need to keep his own faults at bay when you were with him because he did not want to mess up in front of his beautiful angel, but seeing how you are, he gained a newfound confidence to be more like himself as well. in the end, it allowed you to open up to each other and be more comfortable around one another.
hello! could i request any kind of fic for Kenta Magami?
Imagine Being Kenta’s Wife
Yakuza!Kenta Magami x F!Reader
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: WHERE IS ALL THE KENTA CONTENT??? Gotta do everything myself 😒
- You shouldn’t expect to be spoiled rotten
- Don’t get me wrong, Kenta is loaded
- But he’s not the type to just buy you everything in sight
- Kenta’s spoiling, just like his personality, is more subtle and nonchalant
- You have a favorite fruit?
- You come home to find a bunch of that fruit piled into a bowl on the table
- No, sorry, Kenta has no idea where they came from
- Got sensory issues and you can’t wear a dress someone gifted you?
- You put it on one day to try again, only to realize it feels fine
- Did Kenta go to a shop and have the entire dress remade using a different material?
- Maybe
- Will he tell you?
- Nope
- If you ever confront him with any of these thoughtful and kind gestures he will deny it like his life depended on it
- He’s pretty good at keeping a straight face so watch his ears, they’re the only place he blushes
- Kenta and affection is an unnatural combination
- He’s never been in such a serious relationship before
- And his upbringing didn’t leave much room for cuddles and kisses
- You’ll have to guide him into it
- Hug him from behind while he’s brushing his teeth
- He’ll pause for a second but then continue as if nothing happened
- Ask if you can hold his hand while you two walk together
- He’ll let you, but good luck on getting him to let go, he’ll squeeze your hand if you try
- Keep this up and soon enough it will become so normal that it’s integrated into Kenta’s love language
- Before you know it, he’ll be the one initiating
- And congratulations I hope you’re happy, you are now Kenta’s personal de-stress machine
- Any time he gets back from a meeting that went on for much longer then he would’ve wished or someone irritated him
- He’s taking a nap on your thighs for at least 2 hrs
- He’ll grab your hands, place them on his head and won’t let go until you play with his hair
- You can’t tell me that Kenta wouldn’t absolutely MELT when having his hair played with
- Gently trail your finger along his scar
- It tickles, so he’ll bite his tongue, trying not to make a sound
- This happens almost every time Kenta’s resting on your thighs, with his hands wrapped around your waist
- And trust, it happens a lot
- If you had a penny for every time you found yourself in this position, you’d be a millionaire
- When Kenta leaves to work for Mitsuki in Korea, he makes you stay behind in Japan
- He understood from the moment he agreed that the work he’d be doing was anything but clean
- And he didn’t like the idea of Eugene knowing about you
- It’s possible that he was already aware of you but Kenta felt that the distance would at least keep you a little safer
- You are required to call him at least 2-3 times a day
- He won’t survive otherwise
- Talking on the phone with Kenta is a little dry
- He’s the same as he is in person
- Facial expression doesn’t change
- Monotone voice
- But at least in person you can rely off of body language to guess at how he’s feeling
- Over the phone you feel blind sided
- And with Kenta’s nonchalant attitude it can feel like he cares nothing about what you’re saying about your day
- If you stop talking because you feel like he isn’t listening you’ll hear a quiet:
- “Why’d you stop?”
- Kenta’s main love language is quality time, so even though he loves to hear about your day, he’d be completely fine if you were just silent but stayed on the phone with him
- It’s like how when he was still in Japan on his property
- He’d be in his office, working and suddenly leave to find you in the compound
- He’d pull you away from whatever you were doing, like reading on the couch
- And he’d push you to sit and continue reading on the couch in his office
- While he goes and sits back down, continuing his work
Anonymous asked: Hii!! Since you have platonic big brother haruka hcs, how about platonic big brother kenta hcs😄😄????
Sorry this is kind of short shjgbsjbgsg I’m kinda busy atm
Kenta, just like Haruka, is already used to being a big brother so he obviously already fits the part!
I imagine he would be the one to see you as a little sibling first, as you are one of the only people he really cares about next to Wataru and Nayuta’s music
He naturally takes care of people and oh boy, he would go to such lengths for you just to make sure you’re ok!! He asks you every morning, afternoon and evening if you’ve eaten yet! And if you haven’t then.. be sure to have him send some takeout to your house or, if he’s in the area, have him just straight up come to your house to cook!
Would pick clothes for you if you want
He’s really overbearing- but he means it well! If you ever need something he’s sure to try and give it to you as fast as possible
Overall he wouldn’t show his feelings towards you openly but really appreciates you being by his side! He would support you with everything he can, but will also make sure you stay safe and don’t do anything stupid!
Summary: You've been working part-time as a bartender since the start of second year college at the bar Miyuki also work at. While you usually have work on the same shift with him once or twice a week, you're familiar with his regular costumers, and one of them is none other than Gyroaxia's guitarist himself.
Note: This is gonna be my first fic here and i've been thinking about it for some time. Also i hate Kenta (yes i'm in denial leave me alone)
Genre: fluff
Warning: mention of alcohol and grammatical error, OOC
The soft jazz music was playing in the air. Tonight the bar isn't that crowded with people and you're glad because Miyuki couldn't make it due to his band emergency or something, so now you have to cover for him. It's not that you mind anyway since he's a good co-worker of yours, he never hesitate to share tips and trick of bartending. Like a good senior does.
"Welcome–" you stopped after looking up from the glass you've been cleaning and found a red haired guy with black glasses, sitting on the other side of the bar in front of you. Whom, from as long as you can remember, was here two days ago when Miyuki was the one doing shift.
"I'm sorry, Is Miyuki here?" He asked.
"I cover for him tonight. I thought you would be with him now since he said he has some band stuff to do," you said with a slight confusion. He closed his eyes in attempt to calm himself down and sigh in annoyance. "I-is everything alright?"
"Yes, of course. I will deal with him later. I'm sorry for bothering you, I'll be on my way now." He said as he get up to leave.
"Wait!" You almost shouted, "I might not as good as Miyuki as you always ask him to make your drink but, maybe I can make you something similar? You've came all this way after all."
Kenta swore his heart skipped a beat. His intention on coming to the bar wasn't exactly to interact with you, not entirely. He often came to the bar to relieve stress by drinking anything Miyuki prepared him while stealing once or two glances at you and Kenta only came when you're also present. By putting the two and two together, Miyuki realized it's a perfect way push Kenta's button and also do him a favor, both of you.
As much as his and Kenta's constant bickering, he knows Kenta is a good person and will make you happy.
And it'd be amusing to tease him even further.
You felt as though you can't let him got out just like that after stopping by, not after seeing that annoyed expression which most likely caused by your co-worker. You work here too, after all and the number one rule in the bartender book is that no one leave the bar without feeling better than when they came.
"Ah, you're right. Thank you for reminding me." He said, returning back on his seat.
"It's all good. I'll tell Miyuki you were stopping by later. So, how can I serve you?"
"I'll take the best wine you have, please."
"Oh-oh, should I call Miyuki to ask the brand he served you before?" You jokingly asked.
Kenta chuckled, "You won't disappoint me. Even if you did, I won't tell your manager."
"How kind of you," you giggled. "One glass of our best wine coming right up."
~
Hours passed by, words were exchanged. You found him very comforting to talk to. Your smile and voice was more intoxicating than any wine Kenta has ever tasted. Signing in relief as you're glad the bar wasn't as crowded as usual.
"Are you sure you want another glass? You look pretty tipsy now, sir." You asked teasingly.
"I'm certain. Don't worry about me, i have a high alcohol tolerance," he passed his wine glass to you. "And didn't I told you to not call me 'sir'? You make me sounds old when I'm just a year older than you."
Pouring the wine from the bottle, "I apologize, but that's the bar's policy, sir." You don't mind calling him by his name but you still need to mind your attitude and professionality when working. Turning your back from him, you put the bottles and clean glasses back on their places
Kenta sniffed the wine, "Too bad. My name would sound better coming out of those lips." He muttered as he took a little sip.
"Hm? Did you say something, sir?"
"I was saying the wine taste even better after every sip." He lied smoothly. That was close.
"Is that so? I'm glad then." You said with a smile on your face.
A phone rings from Kenta's pocket, he reached for it and checked who it is, "Looks like I'm needed. I should go." He put money on the table, "Thank you for tonight. It was nice talking with you."
"No, thank you for agreeing to stay here. If the manager see me slacking off and not serving anyone, he would cut half of my salary." Kenta looked at you questioningly. "It was a joke. Any costumer of Sakaigawa-san is also a costumer of mine."
"Isn't the saying supposed to be 'friend', y/n?"
"Oh? You want to be friends with me? Hmm... Since you ask nicely then sure thing, Satozuka-san!" You really are Miyuki's junior, huh?
He only chucked, "Then I'll see you later, y/n."
~~~
Walking to Gyroaxia sharehouse through Tokyo night street, Kenta looked at his phone and see Miyuki is calling him, "So tell me how's the date? I'll gladly accept any form of gratitude from you." Miyuki teased from the other side.
"That was your plan?" Kenta asked in disbelief.
"Well, not exactly. You're too obvious sometimes, you know that?" Kenta cringed at that, "but I agree that she's cute. Aren't you glad she's not falling for me first, eh?" Even though they're miles apart, Kenta could hear him smirking while saying that.
He could even feel himself loosing his cool, "I'm hanging up." He pushed the red button before the drummer got the change to protest.
Kenta's face felt hot but he's glad he stumbled upon you today, because he knew deep down he would take way too long to approach you. Maybe he does need to pay Miyuki's meals for the next few days.
Who’s got seven thumbs and is really excited for the G1 tournament?
THIS GIRL!
Ok, that’s not entirely true but I am excited for the G1 now that NJPW has worked its magic and managed to get some key talent back in the country. Seriously, I was thinking that the tournament was going to be a bit of a slog because there wasn’t the possibility of a lot of new match-ups, but now that there are a half dozen unexpected faces in there, it changes everything. (I am just a wee bit disappointed that we’re not getting Hiromu, who deserves to be included.)
One of the people I’m most excited to see is Kenta, who is just the most detestable guy... All heels are happy to cheat or exploit to get what they think they deserve but there’s something about how Kenta just luxuriates in audience hatred that I adore.
So here’s a taste of Kenta being a complete and utter bastard.
Pairing: Kenta x reader
Word count: 2,434
Content advisory: explicit sexual content
“I’ll see you after the show, then?” you ask sweetly.
Kenta gives a noncommittal grunt and his eyes dart in your direction without actually looking at you. You’re hoping for more but he just taps his hand impatiently on the steering wheel.
“We’re doing inventory so I won’t be on my phone,” you explain, ignoring his profound disinterest. “I’ll text you when I have a minute.” You’re rewarded with a very slight nod. “Thanks for everything.”
There’s another little grunt before you exit the car and he’s taken off practically before you have both feet on the pavement. You’d hoped that Kenta wouldn’t still be in a mood by the time you parted but he seems adamant about punishing you for the shocking thing you’d said the night before.
The two of you had been enjoying a light dinner so that you could get back to his place and turn in at a reasonable hour, as was customary the night before he had a match. It thrilled you a little that this was a habit for the two of you because it meant that the two of you had developed habits together. You’d hooked up almost a year ago once or twice, but it appeared to go nowhere. Then, after a couple of months, you’d hooked up again and this time it had become a regular thing. But not just the hookups: although he wasn’t exactly Romeo, he’d made it clear in his way that he wanted you around for more than sex.
“I thought we could have dinner,” he said shyly one time when he came by to pick you up. He’d smiled and given you a wink when you agreed and after that, there had been more excursions in public. And then, there had been invitations to stay over, phone calls or messages for purposes other than just arranging to meet.
It had never struck you as strange that he wasn’t affectionate in public because, when you first started seeing each other, you’d given yourself a crash course in wrestling and New Japan and you’d noticed how rare it was for any of them to be photographed with their significant others. So as long as he wasn’t trying to hide you, things were fine.
Last night at the restaurant, however, you’d run into a friend of yours who’d recently returned from a year-long work placement in some remote corner of Polynesia, and in the course of chatting, you’d made a quick introduction.
“Maki, this is my boyfriend, Kenta.”
And thus had the evening gone down in flames.
He’d barely spoken to you until you’d gotten back to his place, at which point he’d sat you down and glared at you with cold fury.
“Why did you tell that girl I was your boyfriend?”
“I don’t know. I guess because we do boyfriend and girlfriend things together? I didn’t realize it was that big a deal.”
“I never said I was your boyfriend.”
“I know that.”
“It’s not my fault if you’ve got a bunch of expectations. We never talked about this.”
“Oh for crying out loud, Kenta,” you’d grumbled with a roll of your eyes, “I don’t have expectations. I just said it without thinking.”
“Why didn’t you just say I was your friend?”
“Can you let it go? I’m sorry I scared you with my choice of words.”
“I’m not scared.” he snapped. “Did you think we were a couple?”
“Maybe? I don’t know. I certainly don’t now, so there’s no need to worry.”
He’d continued eyeing you for a few moments before rising and heading toward the bedroom. For the first time in months, you didn’t know if you should go with him or show yourself out. Things had been fine between you and now they weren’t. You knew that you’d made a mistake by labelling him as your boyfriend, but you were also annoyed that he was being so dramatic (for him) about it.
Noticing you weren’t following him, he turned and frowned. “You coming?”
Tell me you want me to stay with you, you dead-eyed bastard, was what you thought.
But in the end you’d stood and wordlessly gone to the bedroom. The sex that came afterward was odd: energetic but not passionate. The two of you rarely talked afterward, but it seemed like some sort of discussion would have been appropriate. But there had been nothing and this morning he’d been sullen and prickly, willing neither to speak nor to move on.
By the time you’ve showered, changed and headed to work, you’re unsure if you should even bother going tonight. You’d said you would but you could always just message him saying that you had to work later than anticipated. Maybe it would be obvious but it seems like your non-boyfriend needs some space. For that matter, you might benefit from a little less Kenta time so that you can keep a clear idea of what it is that’s going on between you.
You’ve about made up your mind to beg off by mid-afternoon, when you take a quick break and check your phone. Waiting for you is a message that seems quite different in tone:
I left your name at the door so they should know to let you in and give you a good seat. If there’s any problem, text me and I’ll come sort it out. Give me a little time to clean up after my match and we can celebrate. I’ll be in our regular locker room. Wear that dress I like? Please?
Although Kenta frequently compliments what you wear, “that dress I like” refers to a particular one, close to your skin tone, with a plunging back. It shows off a lot of your body and the color hints at even more. The first time you’d worn it out with him, he’d ended up dragging you into the bathroom of a high end wine bar within about fifteen minutes. Wearing it to a wrestling show is a bit ridiculous but you figure you can throw a long cardigan on top until you’re ready to hit the town with Kenta.
So instead of cancelling and watching movies at home, you find yourself in your sexiest garment, wrapped up in a soft black sweater like you’re a living birthday present, and headed to see Kenta fighting. You’re not completely over the tension that came up last night but at least he seems a little more inclined to have things be normal between you again.
When he passes you on the way to the ring, you loosen your sweater just enough for him to see what you have on underneath and his stony expression cracks just a little, his lip curling upward in a way that makes you press your thighs a little tighter. Afterward, you give him enough time to shower and change before heading to the back, dragging your heels a little to make sure he has a few extra minutes to anticipate your arrival.
As you approach, you hear a mix of voices coming from the Bullet Club locker room and while it’s not like you’ve never met the guys or been around backstage with Kenta before, it gives your mood just a little bit more of a boost that he’s invited you to come backstage and be seen by them, obviously dressed for a night out. Does that mean he actually does want to be your boyfriend now that he’s had some time to think about it?
The point is almost immediately moot because as you open the locker room door, it’s obvious that Kenta has a very different idea of celebrating than you envisioned.
He’s sprawled out on a large sofa, his arms flung around two scantily clad young women. His dress shirt hangs open and both women are touching his smooth chest. He lazily moves his mouth from one to the other, lips and tongues coming together heatedly. The girl on his left has his pants unzipped and is giving him a handjob.
You start to back out the door before he sees you but as you do, you hear a familiar voice shout your name.
“Hey, don’t go!” Jay White’s nasal accent cuts right into you. He’s sitting with one girl on his lap and a couple of others hanging close by. It’s only then that you notice that all of the Bullet Club boys present have at least one foxy young thing hanging off them and all of them are visibly trying to suppress laughter as they look at you.
As you feared, Jay’s interjection lets Kenta know you’re there and he smirks at you with a triumphant expression that you’d like to remove from his face with a belt sander.
“Oh, ladies,” he bays, “this is my girlfriend.”
His two friends giggle in unison as they glance at you and then quickly turn away.
“I’ll just catch you later,” you murmur, backing away.
“No,” he cries after you, that diabolical smile broadening. He untangles his arms and casually pushes the one girl’s hand off his prick. He slides his pants and boxers further down and pats his thigh. “Come get what’s yours, babe.”
You shake your head and one of his girls quickly tries to bend over so that she can service him instead, but he pushes her back without even looking at her.
“No,” he tells her, “this is for her to do.”
There’s a long standoff between you, a bemused smirk on his face as he looks at the white hot fury and humiliation in your eyes. You can sense that a few of the others are looking at you as well, wondering what you’ll do. Everyone wants to see whether you’ll run away crying and never come back or whether you’re so desperate to have a proper relationship with Kenta that you’ll abase yourself completely for him. Your nightmare is a joke for them.
Your body wants to cry but you will the tears not to fall. Under no circumstances are you going to give the smug bastard the satisfaction. So you square your shoulders and walk over to him. As long as you don’t make eye contact with the others, as long as you do this and then leave for good, as long as you can keep your body from slumping in defeat, you can make it out of here with some shred of dignity still intact.
Kenta looks mildly surprised when you straddle him, still standing, and lift the edge of your dress just high enough so that he can see that you’re not wearing panties. Wearing this dress around him, there never seems to be any point. You wrap your hand around his cock and stroke him against your rapidly moistening cunt.
“No condom?” you observe. “I hope your pull out game is on tonight.”
He quirks an eyebrow at you and exhales heavily as you lower yourself onto him. You’ve done this enough that you know exactly how he likes it, moving your hips and pumping your muscles as he closes his eyes and lets his head fall back, moans falling from his mouth one on top of the other. Then you pick up your pace, shifting so that the most sensitive parts of his dick get the maximum friction, pressing your hands against his chest for leverage and balance.
He lifts his head again and stairs you right in the eyes, the arrogant expression gone, his mouth slightly open the way you’ve seen it before when he’s lost in the moment. And as he’s done before, he grabs your hips, slamming you down against him and thrusting frantically up into you, his breath growing rapid and shallow and his moans turning into growls.
Recognizing how close he is, you use all your strength to stop him and lift yourself off.
He grimaces as if he’s in pain and grabs his cock, holding it to stave off the inevitable.
“Who wants it?” he snarls at the two young women next to him.
The girl who had her hands on his dick when you came in quickly bends down and takes him in her mouth and she doesn’t even have to move before he’s erupting. He’s loud when he cums, louder than he usually is, something that you know only happens when he’s really turned on. The girl raises her head, wiping the liquid that she wasn’t able to swallow from her lips.
“Yeah,” you mutter, “he’s always got a lot.”
The girl doesn’t look at you but Kenta gives you a little smile, his cocky expression is laced with admiration now. He didn’t think that you’d actually do it, or that if you did, you’d be crushed. And when you think about this later, you may well feel differently, but for the moment, this seems like a victory. You smooth your dress back down your thighs and push your hair away from your face, never breaking eye contact with him.
“See you around, Kenta,” you tell him, turning to leave.
“You aren’t staying?”
“Nope.” You look back at him as you open the locker room door and for the sweet second your gazes meet, you can see just a flicker of fear in his onyx eyes as he grasps your full meaning: You aren’t staying tonight and you’re not coming back. You have no intention of seeing him again.
You grasp hold of that moment and let it power you to walk out the door. You let it carry you forward when you hear him call after you, his voice loud enough that you know he’s separated himself from his female friends and walked into the hallway. There is a part of you that wants to turn around so that you can let yourself be sweet-talked into taking him back but that’s not the part that’s in charge right now.
You head back to your car, wrapping yourself in your sweater and taking out your phone to block Kenta’s number. No sense in allowing that temptation. The sound of voices startles you and when you look up, it’s the two women from the locker room speaking to each other in angry, animated tones. He must have thrown them out the second you left for them to be in the parking lot already. Nevertheless, you proceed with blocking him and strut to your car. Yes, it’s going to hurt when your adrenaline high wears off. But he’s going to hurt too, especially knowing that he brought it on himself. It’s as good as you could get under the circumstances.
