Amelia’s pulse still thundered in her ears as the door to the suite clicked shut behind them. The afterglow of the concert clung to her skin—the roar of the crowd, the blinding lights, the way Kento’s voice had seemed to reach straight into her chest. Somehow she’d ended up backstage, somehow he’d noticed her, and somehow his hand had closed around her wrist with a quiet, possessive certainty that left no room for protest.
He was still in his stage clothes: black shirt damp at the collar and underarms, dark trousers that hugged his thighs, boots that left faint scuffs on the carpet as he guided her deeper into the room. The suite was dim, lit only by the city glow spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smelled faintly of his cologne and the clean sweat of performance.
“Still shaking, my little fan?” His voice was low, rough from singing, the English words threaded with that soft Japanese cadence that made her stomach flip. “Kawaii… still so excited just from watching me.”
She barely managed a nod before he steered her toward the massive bed. The backs of her knees hit the edge and she sank down. Kento followed, climbing over her, one knee between her thighs, both of her wrists pinned gently but firmly above her head. The heat of him pressed close; she could feel the residual warmth of the stage lights still radiating from his body.
He rolled his hips once, slow and deliberate, grinding the hard line of his cock against the soft seam of her jeans. A soft, startled sound escaped her throat. He smiled against her cheek.
“That’s it. Feel what you do to me.” Another slow grind. “My little fan… came all the way here just to end up under me.”
He kept her wrists pinned with one hand while the other slid beneath her shirt, palm gliding up her stomach, over the lace of her bra. He squeezed once, thumb brushing her nipple through the fabric until it tightened. Then he tugged the shirt up and off, tossing it aside. Her bra followed a moment later. Cool air kissed her bare skin, quickly replaced by the heat of his mouth as he closed his lips around one nipple and sucked, slow and wet.
Amelia arched, wrists still trapped. He hummed approval against her breast, switching to the other side, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. When he finally released her wrists it was only so he could strip her jeans and panties down her legs in one smooth pull. She lay naked beneath him while he remained fully clothed, the contrast making her feel even more exposed.
Kento sat back on his heels and simply looked at her for a long moment, dark eyes heavy-lidded. Then he began undressing himself with unhurried precision—shirt peeled off to reveal the lean, defined lines of his torso, still faintly glistening; trousers and underwear pushed down until his cock sprang free, thick and flushed. He kicked the last of his clothes away and crawled back over her.
“Spread for me, my little fan.” The English words were soft; the Japanese that followed was even softer, almost a purr. “もっと開いて… that’s it.”
She did. He settled between her thighs, the blunt head of his cock nudging her entrance. He didn’t push in right away. Instead he rocked forward just enough to coat himself in her wetness, sliding along her folds, teasing her clit with every pass until she was panting and lifting her hips in silent plea.
Only then did he press inside.
The stretch was slow, deliberate. He sank into her inch by inch, watching her face the entire time, murmuring praise in a mix of both languages. “Good girl… so tight for me. 俺の小さなファン… taking me so well.” When he was fully seated he stilled, forehead resting against hers, giving her time to adjust to the deep, filling pressure.
Then he began to move.
Long, measured thrusts that dragged almost all the way out before sliding home again. The pace was unhurried, almost languid, but every stroke was deep enough to make her toes curl. He kept one hand braced beside her head, the other sliding beneath her lower back to tilt her hips higher, changing the angle so he rubbed against that sensitive spot inside her with every pass.
“Look at me,” he murmured. When her eyes fluttered open he smiled, soft and wicked. “That’s better. I want to see every expression, my little fan.”
He fucked her like that for what felt like forever—slow, deep, relentless. Occasionally he would grind in circles when he was buried to the hilt, or lean down to kiss her open-mouthed and hungry, swallowing her soft moans. Sweat began to slick both their bodies. The wet sound of him moving inside her filled the quiet suite, underscored by the low, continuous stream of his voice.
“こんなに濡れてる… so wet for me. Did you imagine this while you watched me sing? Did you touch yourself thinking about my cock?” He nipped her lower lip. “答えろ. Answer me.”
“Y-yes,” she breathed.
A pleased hum vibrated against her throat. He rewarded her honesty by reaching between them, two fingers finding her clit and rubbing tight, perfect circles in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation coiled tighter and tighter until she shattered with a broken cry, walls fluttering and clenching around him. He rode her through it, never speeding up, simply holding the same deep rhythm until the last aftershock faded.
Only then did he let himself chase his own pleasure. His strokes grew a fraction harder, a fraction deeper, the muscles in his back and arms flexing as he drove into her. His breathing roughened. He buried his face against the side of her neck, voice dropping to a near-growl.
“Gonna come inside you… fill up my little fan so full she’ll feel me for days.”
He thrust once, twice more, then locked deep and pulsed, a long, low groan vibrating against her skin as he spilled into her. She felt every hot spurt, every residual twitch of his cock as he emptied himself. For several heartbeats he stayed there, buried to the root, breathing hard against her throat.
Eventually he eased out with a soft, wet sound and rolled onto his side, pulling her with him so she was tucked against his chest. One of his hands stroked lazily up and down her spine. The other brushed damp hair from her forehead.
“Still with me, my little fan?” The teasing edge was gentler now, almost fond.
Amelia managed a small, sated nod. Kento pressed a lingering kiss to her temple, then another to the corner of her mouth.
Outside the windows the city lights blurred into soft gold. Inside the suite, the only sound was their slowing breath and the quiet, satisfied murmur of Japanese endearments he continued to whisper against her skin as sleep began to claim them both.
You got into a heated argument with Nanami Kento, and it turned… well?
Throughout your relationship with Nanami, you two barely had fights with each other.
It’s either Nanami adjusts to the situation, or you will. And Nanami is usually first to adjust. But of course, he insists on doing so.
But this time, it’s different.
The argument wasn't explosive, Nanami doesn't do screaming matches, but it was incredibly heavy.
It was about his tendency to compartmentalize, leaving you feeling entirely shut out from his dangerous world.
The living room of his apartment. The air is thick. Nanami is meticulously organizing his briefcase for the next day, his face a mask of absolute calm, which only makes you angrier.
You crossed your arms, as you stared to him while he pack his things for the following day.
“You pop out like it was nothing. I didn’t even hear anything from you for almost a fucking week. I almost thought you were dead.” Your voice was slightly trembling due to your frustration.
Nanami stops on pack, placing the folder down on his hands before he looks up to you.
“It was a classified mission. You already know that we’re not allowed to disclose the details of our work.” He explains.
“It’s a matter of safety. For the both of us.”
You scoffed. “Oh wow. Now it’s for our ‘safety’? I need a partner. I need a sign of life!” You exclaimed.
“You treat me like a roommate you're trying to keep at arm's length. It feels like you’ve already prepared yourself for the day you’ll be gone.”
Nanami was getting a bit irritated, adjusting his glasses. “I am being realistic. The death rate in my profession is high. I cannot let my emotions affect the missions.”
“You see? That’s the problem. Your line of work is dangerous. What I only need is for you to communicate with me. Just say that you’ll be on a mission for certain days and you’ll not be able to update me within that timeframe and I’ll understand!” You looked to him, with your hands shaking which you placed on your pockets.
His jaw tightens, a flicker of irritation breaking through his calm facade.
“You need to calm down, Y/n. You’re being emotional and irrational right now. We have discussed this. My silence is a protective measure."
You laughed. Raised your hands, admitting defeat. “You know what? I give up. I think it’s easier for you to protect a memory of me than to actually let me in."
You grabbed your car keys on the counter.
“I can’t do this tonight. I can’t stay in this room longer when I feel this shitty next to you.”
Nanami stood up, tries to prevent you from leaving. “It is past midnight and it’s pouring heavily outside. Sit down. We will discuss this calmly in the morning—“
“Goodbye, Kento.”
You didn’t let Nanami finish and left the unit. You slam the front door and walked towards the elevator.
Once you got into your car, you pulled out your phone, turned off your location, and even your signal, activating the airplane mode on.
Nanami sat back down to the sofa, placing hands on his face as he tries to calm down.
He reaches for this phone, tries to check on your location. It beeps for a while and soon it disappeared.
The moment your location dot disappears from his screen, his pragmatic, calm demeanor completely shatters. In the Jujutsu world, a sudden loss of signal means danger. His heart drops, replaced instantly by a cold, calculating panic.
While Nanami panics, you were out in the city, driving, to cool your mind.
You’re driving down a dark, winding, rain-slicked highway just outside the city, trying to clear your head. The roads are empty, and the rhythmic beat of the windshield wipers is the only sound.
Soon you stopped by a convenience store, bought three canned beers and even bought a box of cigarette. It’s been a while since you smoked. You stopped when Nanami told you it wasn’t good for the health. And you obeyed him, which was a struggle for you as it helps you relax.
Going outside the store and you lit one stick. You inhaled the smoke into your body and soon exhales.
“It’s been a while.” You spoke quietly and you chuckled. You also opened one can and gave yourself a drink.
“Ah. That hits the spot.”
Your mind drifts for a while before you unlocked your door.
You looked back, and noticed a white car. You squint your eyes, trying to see if there’s someone inside. But the lights were off and the engine was soundless.
You ignored the thought of someone was staring at you and went inside your car. You also realized that you weren’t wearing your glasses.
“Shit. I must’ve left it at Kento’s.” You mumbled and sighed. “I’ll just go back there later.”
You rested at the car for a while, taking sips from your canned beer. You also opened the window of your car, smoking that one stick a bit longer. Thankfully, the parking spot you chose has a shade on it, allowing you to leave your window open. You just wanted to do one smoke and just throw the whole box later on.
After a while, you looked to your watch. It was already 3am. You rested enough. You closed your window and started to drive.
Roads were still pretty empty. And dark. You drive around town, making a turn. You opened your window again, checking the other side of the road, when you noticed a car behind you when you looked through the side mirror.
The white car has been tailing you all the time. Its headlights are completely turned off. It’s a ghost tracking your exact speed, cornering perfectly.
Your adrenaline spikes. You hit the gas and closed your window again, but the ghost matches you effortlessly. It’s terrifying—until you recognize the precise, aggressive yet calculated way the car drifts behind yours.
You realized it was Kento. It’s him. He didn't need your GPS; he knows your driving habits, your favorite escape routes, and your mind too well.
Without realizing, you pulled over at the front of your home building. Furious and trembling, the white car glides in right behind you, finally cutting its engine.
The door opens. Nanami steps out into the rain. He isn't wearing his suit jacket; his dress shirt is slightly unbuttoned, tie loosened, and his hair is damp, clinging to his forehead.
He looks undone, dangerous, and incredibly intense.
He walks to your driver's side, knocks firmly on the glass, and waits. When you roll it down, the scent of rain, expensive cologne, and sheer, intoxicating authority floods your car
He could smell the tobacco and beer from the inside. He doesn't yell. Instead, he leans down, placing both hands on the frame of your open window, effectively trapping you in his space.
"Turning off your location, especially in our world. Do you have any idea what that does to my sanity, sweetheart?" His deep voice is a low, rough purr that vibrates straight down your spine.
“I just wanted to cool some time off, Kento.” You looked away, avoiding his gaze.
But he reaches in, a warm, heavy hand gently cupping your jaw, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. His gaze is dark, heavy with a mix of leftover adrenaline and intense desire.
"I am a pragmatic man, but the thought of losing you makes me entirely feral. I apologize for shutting you out. I was trying to protect myself from the vulnerability of loving you this much."
He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot against the cold night air.
“Kento…”
His fingers slide down to your neck, tilted just right. His voice drops a tone, dripping with a seductive, unyielding promise.
"Unlock the door. Let me show you exactly how sorry I am. We aren't waiting until we get home."
You both parked your cars in the basement of the building. Went inside the elevator. It was quiet until Nanami walks over to you and kissed you on the lips.
“I apologise.” He whispered between kisses. “I can’t hold it back any longer.” Nanami’s kiss was getting impatient.
With a little time remaining, Nanami kissed you deeper, and you just melt into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and Nanami instantly picks you up.
The elevator door opens, signaling Nanami to get out. Opening the front door to the unit and hurried over to the kitchen counter to place you down.
“Your lips tastes like tobacco & beer.” He mumbles.
“It’s because I smoked one & drank beer earlier.” You whispered, catching your breath while Nanami leans down, kissing your jawline down to your neck.
“You shouldn’t be smoking anymore. That’s bad for you.” Nanami pulls back, making eye contact with you with intense desire.
“I think you deserve to be punished.”
Before you could even react, Nanami had your arms above your head, then reached for his pockets, pulling out his necktie and wrapped it on your wrists.
“Kento.”
His fingers touched your lips. “Shh… sweetheart.” He looked to you.
“I’m the one’s in charge right now.”
You pout. “But this doesn’t mean I have forgotten what you did.”
Nanami chuckles, then looked back to your eyes. “Then, allow me to make you forget it.”
Without delaying it further, Nanami lifted you up again and walked towards the room. He gently laid you down on the bed and started to undo your clothes, leaving you in your lingerie.
You could feel beads of water fall down from your skin, since Nanami was soaked in the rain when he approached you.
His kisses went to your collarbone down to your cleavage, smelling the scent of chocolate from your perfume. He inhales the scent slowly before he took off your bra in one click to the hooks and latches his lips to your nipple.
You gasp and tried to break free your hands on the tie he wrapped on you. You looked down to Nanami, who was still sucking on your breasts while his other hand is massaging the other and also making his way to slip off your lingerie.
Before he went down, he stared back to you as he kisses went lower, seeing the visible marks he left on your neck and breasts. He lets out a small smile before lowering down, in between your legs.
You began to shiver, felt cold to his touch and tries to close your legs as you feel his finger going to your folds.
“You’re excited.” Nanami whispered.
“Shut up.” You moaned out, biting your lower lip.
He pulls back, unbuttons his shirt and unbuckles his belt, releasing the unconfortable feeling underneath his pants. He was definitely hard. You could see that he was still holding back since you still need to be prepped a little bit longer.
Nanami went back down to you again, leans closer to your sensitive folds and gave it a slow lick before using his two fingers to spread your folds wide as his tongue starts to work on you.
You made a mess up there, arching your back, gripping tight from the bed sheets, with your arms swelling a bit from the tie.
You feel his warm tongue flip up and down, hearing the slicking sounds coming from his mouth, making sure you can take him in one go. Before he pulled back, he circles his tongue through the entrance which almost made you cum.
He pulled back, reaching for the night stand, getting a condom.
“No…” you whispered, panting.
“But we need protection.”
“I want you. Raw.” You demanded.
Nanami was left speechless but soon was replaced with a soft chuckle. He tossed the unopened pack and looked back to you.
“Bend over. Please.” Nanami orders you and you slightly turned your body around, bending over as he told you to do so.
Nanami slides down his boxers, letting his dick out finally, that was already twitching. He positions on your back, guiding his tip on your entrance and slowly goes in.
He lets out a soft groan, while you held onto the sheets again. Nanami reaches for your hands, pinning them above your head as he slowly moves deeper, letting your insides take all of him.
“You’re so warm.” Nanami looks down to your hips, seeing how full you were. He stayed still for a while, before he started to move. He leaned down to you, whispering to you ear.
“It seems that down there..” he pauses as he pounds on you. “Has already forgiven me for what I did..” he makes another thrust.
You couldn’t respond properly. You were too busy trying not to pass out. “What the hell.. are you.. talking about..?” You moaned out while Nanami chuckles.
“Do you feel every thrust?” He asks. “It’s so smooth.”
“You’re so wet.” He states which you finally realize that he was teasing you. You could feel your face warming up and you decided to muffle your voice on the pillow which Nanami didn’t allow you to.
Nanami flips you over, then rests for a bit as he catches his breath. His one hand, trailing to your stomach and felt the bulge on your stomach which he lets out a small smirk.
He knew he was filling your stomach completely. He made some deep thrusts, which he could see from your stomach. You hid your face on your arm and Nanami reaches up to untie your hands and started to kiss you.
You instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, as he continues to move deeper on you.
“Nanami, I’m close..” you moaned out while Nanami looked to you and nods.
“I know, sweetheart. Don’t hold it back.” He whispered as his thrusts were continouosly at the same pace and strength.
After one final thrust, you both came and you feel his hot thick cum flow inside you. Nanami rests on top of you for a little bit and soon helped you rest properly on the before going to the bathroom to prepare warm bath.
As soon as it was done, Nanami walked back to you and carried you to his arms, going inside the bathtub to take a quick dip.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, then kissed your shoulders.
“I’ll make sure to you update you more when I’m working.”
You smiled. “Okay.”
“I love you, Kento.”
“I love you too, Y/n.” Nanami whispered in soft tone then kisses your forehead.
GUYS I NEED WRITING IDEASSSS (preferably for kento nanami...👀 ) can literally be anything fluff, smut, angst wtv im js trying to get outta this writing slump.
you work at an upscale bakery where kento nanami is your ridiculously hot manager! he noticed that you were bored and decided to task you with creating a complex dessert for his friend’s birthday. will you succeed?
[°❀.࿔] » content warning: boss x worker :: fem!reader :: fluff :: pet names :: implied age gap (reader is 24, kento is 27)
𑣲 » Manager!Kento x fem!reader oneshot || wc: ??
The smell of cookies, strawberries, and coffee wafted through the cozy air of the bakery as you wiped down the counter. You scrubbed insistently at a spot that you’ve already cleaned several times that evening.
You were watching your manager, Kento. Your hair fell over your shoulders as you stared at his broad, muscular shoulders
Before you even realized it, Kento turned to face you and smiled as he approached you. “Y/N, you’re bound to tear a hole through that counter at this rate,” he teased, looking down at the spotless counter you were ostensibly scrubbing.
You blushed as your eyes darted towards your cleaning and you immediately stopped. “I-I’m…”
“I’ve got something you can do,” he interrupted, adjusting the menu sign on the counter. “Remember Haibara? Yu Haibara,” he asked, his hazel eyes locked on yours.
You nodded slowly. You didn’t exactly know Yu like you knew Kento, but you were aware that Yu is one of Kento's close friends.
“Yeah? His birthday is coming up,” he added, walking around the counter. Kento's voice dropped to a smooth murmur as he stood in front of you, the shadow of his larger frame looming over you. “You’re one of my best bakers you know… do you think you could make him something special?”
“S-Something special? What do you have in mind?”
Kento shot you an easy grin as he tilted his head in thought. “Well, I know he loves chocolate… something elegant.”
You nodded eagerly and watched as Kento walked to flip the open sign to closed. He let out a soft sigh, wiping his forehead while he watched the cars drive by.
Once he turned to face you again, his gaze was softer, more personal. “Thank you again, Y/N. Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without you here,” he confessed, watching as you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly.
You went home that night and soaked in your bathtub for a long time. Suds rolled down your shoulder. You let your head drop sideways. Your gaze locked on the tiles on the walls.
“I have to make something that’ll show Kento that I can handle hard things…” you whispered to yourself, closing your eyes as you pictured many different desserts.
You left the tub feeling dissatisfied and went through the mundane process of making some box dinner and heading to bed. The only thing that consumed your mind were chocolate desserts.
You arrived at work just a few minutes earlier than your coworkers. All you could think of were chocolate desserts still. You overheard him talking to someone in the break room.
“No, I definitely think she’s capable, she just lets her nerves get the best of her sometimes,” he explained, letting out a soft chuckle. You heard a chair scrape against the floor and then the door opened while you were leaning against it.
“Agh—“
“Woah, careful there,” he gasped, holding your shoulders with his firm hands to steady you. He rubbed slow subtly circles where his hands were. “You’re here so early, Y/N… is everything alright?” his hazel eyes locked onto yours and you immediately looked away from him. This was so stupid, getting caught eavesdropping on your manager.
Your eyes darted around the floor as you tried to formulate an excuse. “I was just… brainstorming and…”
“And… the bakery is a better environment for you?” he added, finishing your excuse for you. You nodded without question.
Kento let his hands fall from your shoulders as he took a step back, leaning lazily against the doorframe. “Yeah, I get that. My house is so empty but so loud at the same time,” he muttered, pushing off the doorframe to adjust his sleeves, rolling them just enough to reveal his strong forearms.
Your eyes traveled up his back once again. Has his uniform always hugged him that nicely? As your eyes moved up toward his face, you could’ve sworn that you saw the corner of his lips twitch.
“Empty?” you repeated, adjusting your apron as you watched him move to pick up some boxes. “Are you… single, Kento?” you didn’t process the words before they left your mouth. Once you said them, you were just as shocked as he probably was. Covering your mouth and shaking your head, you took a step back.
“W-Wait not like—“ this is the dumbest thing I’ve done all year! Who asks their stupidly hot manager if they’re single at eight in the morning?!
“Hm…”
Kento adjusted the way he held the boxes while shooting you a knowing grin. “Does this question have anything to do with your… brainstorming?” he asked, tilting his head just enough for a few perfectly combed blonde strands to fall over his eyes.
You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You felt like a fish out of water, and you wished the floor would just swallow you whole.
Kento walked towards the small storage area and opened the closet, placing the boxes in there neatly. He closed the door and stood opposite from you, dusting his hands off on his light brown apron.
He gave you one last lingering look before clearing his throat, folding his forearms on the counter. You looked up into his eyes nervously. “So, about that request I made...”
“Do you think you could make a chocolate soufflé?” he asked, idly tapping the counter with his thick forefinger. “I know it’s a bit much to ask, so if you don’t, that’s fine.”
Your eyes widened imperceptibly as you processed his words. You could barely make macarons without them deflating, and now your manager—your ridiculously hot manager was asking you to make his friend a chocolate soufflé?
“When should I have it ready?” you asked eagerly, twirling the bow on your apron as you waited for his response. Kento placed a finger on his chin.
“Well, his birthday is tomorrow. Tomorrow evening would be ideal,” he murmured, watching you fidget subtly. “You know how unforgiving soufflés are once they’ve sat up.”
You nodded at his words and your hands stilled once you noticed where his gaze was. You really needed to get yourself together.
authors note: hiya! this story is not finished but i feel like i didn’t write it well so im a bit iffy about finishing it or just scrapping it… lmk your thoughts in the comments
made by: sweetohmy on tumblr all rights reserved. do not steal, get inspired by, ai train, or repost my writing.
TW: Sexual Content ( Minors DNI) Sexual Content includes, but is not limited to: pussy spanking, orgasm denial, spanking, punishment, use of Daddy
“Just say you’re sorry, Baby.” Kento’s face was buried in your cunt and he was holding a vibrator to your clit. Your hands were tied above your head by his tie. All you could do was squirm and beg him to let you cum, but every time you would get close, he would pull away.
“I’m-“ you sucked in a breath. “Not.”
“You’re not sorry? Satoru saw that picture you sent me.” He inserted two fingers to your soaking wet pussy and began pistoning them in and out rapidly.
“I-I didn’t know he would!” Your eyes squeezed closed at his brutal pace.
Kento tutted at your excuse. A third and fourth finger slid inside you, the vibrator was turned to a higher setting, and you knew you were fucked. His fingers curled hitting your g-spot with ease as he fucked you on his fingers, filling the room with squelches and moans. Your hands, though restrained, reached to grab something- anything, but there was nothing close. You had been in the middle of cooking dinner when he had come home, fuming with anger, frustration, and lust. Everything on the counter was now on the floor, and you were laid across it bare and spread open for him.
“Ken, I’m close!” You cried.
The vibrator was ripped away and his fingers stilled inside you.
“No!” You tried to rock yourself back into his hand, but he wouldn’t let you.
“Say. You’re. Sorry.” His hand slapped your pussy causing your back to arch off the table.
“Ow! Fuck!” You yelled.
He delivered another slap against your red, stinging cunt before rolling your clit between his fingers to soothe the pain. You shifted your hips to grind into his fingers, when he took them away yet again.
“Kento, I need to cum! Please.” You begged.
“You know the safe word. Use it if you need to. Otherwise, you better get to apologizing.” He taunted.
When he was sure your body had come down slightly, he picked up where he had left off. The contrasting sensation between nothing and…so much was mind numbing.
“I’m sorry!” You yelled. “I’m sorry, please can I cum?”
“What are you sorry for, Sweet girl?” He pushed, once again upping the vibrator’s setting.
“Oh my god!” You moaned. “For sending you that picture!”
The vibrator was taken away and replaced with a slap to your clit.
“Ahh!” You screamed. “What was that? I said sorry!”
His eyes softened slightly. “I know you did, but that’s not what you should be apologizing for.”
“What?” The vibrator was placed back on your clit and you sighed in relief.
“You shouldn’t be sorry for sending me the photo, you should be sorry that anyone else saw it. You should be sorry that you didn’t warn me first so I could be alone.” He explained. “Do you understand?”
“Y-yes. I understand. I’m sorry!” You choked.
“Good.” He praised before removing the vibrator and his fingers again.
“Kento! No! I said it! I said I’m sorry!” You said.
“I know you did. Put your feet on the floor and bend over for me.” He said.
His tone left no room for argument. Slowly, with shaky legs and bound wrists, you did as he said. You felt his cock nudge your entrance. His tip was stroking up and down your wet, swollen folds.
“You’re my sweetheart. My sweet, perfect girl. I treat you well, don’t I?” He asked softly in your ear from behind you.
“Yes, Ken!” You rubbed your ass against him in hopes his cock would slip inside you, but he held you still by your hip.
“Maybe too well.” He observed. “If you think you can behave any way you wish with no consequences.” His hand landed harshly on your ass causing you to lunge forward further into the counter.
“I said sorry!” You cried.
“Yes, but I had to make you.” He scolded as another spank connected to your burning ass cheek.”you’re not really sorry. Not yet.”
“No, I am! I’m sorry! I didn’t know he would see the picture.” Your ass wiggled towards him.
“Are you sorry because you want something from me, or are you sorry because he saw you? Satoru Gojo saw you naked. Do you know how much that pisses me off?” He asked you lowly. “It could have been anyone else, but it had to be him. Now every time he sees you, I’m going to know what he’s thinking about.”
“I rea-“
“Shhh.” He soothed you. “Daddy’s talking now. I don’t want any more excuses. The only thing I want to hear from your pretty mouth is how good you feel, how you belong to me, and how sorry you are. Other than that, she’ll do the talking for you.” He patted your pussy before you felt the head of his cock push inside you.
“Oh!” You whined, pushing back into him.
“You’re so tight.” He groaned as he pushed the rest of the way inside your snug walls.
“Ah, Kento, fuck.” You hissed as he bottomed out inside you.
His hips began slamming into your ass with every brutal thrust inside of you. His cock was hitting the perfect spot inside you making you see stars.
“I don’t ever want anyone else to see you this way. You’re mine.” He growled in your ear.
“Yours!” You stood on your tiptoes to press further into his pounding thrusts.
“That’s my good girl. There she is.” He praised as he lifted one of your legs to rest on the counter.
“Oh my god!” You moaned at the new angle.
“Where do you feel me now?” He asked you smugly.
“Everywhere!” Your pussy clenched around him causing him to throw his head back at the feeling.
“Your pussy’s fucking perfect. Made for me. Made to take my cock.” Nanami groaned.
“Kento” you cried. “Want to touch you.”
He chuckled darkly. “You want to touch me?” He mocked.
“Yes! Please.” You gasped at a particularly rough thrust.
“Ask correctly and I’ll consider.” He told you.
“May I please touch you, Daddy?” Your voice was strained by how hard he was fucking you into the side of the counter.
A strong hand reached over you to pull the tie loose. As you were rubbing your sore wrists, he pulled out of you before lifting you to set you on the edge of the counter and re entering you swiftly. Your arms flew around his neck, hands rubbing over the muscles of his shoulders and back.
“Thank you, Daddy! Fuck! Thank you for letting me touch you.” You babbled.
He smirked. “Has Daddy fucked you back to your senses now?” He teased.
“Yes sir!” One of your hands moved up to his hair, the other down to his lower back.
“Have we learned our lesson?” He asked.
“Yesssss!” Your eyes rolled back as his thumb pressed into your clit.
“You gonna cum on my dick? Gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, stroking your hair with one hand, while gripping your hip with the other.
“If you let me.” You squeezed your eyes shut.
“My sweet girl.” He praised, rolling your clit back and forth with his thumb. “Of course you can cum. Cum for Daddy.”
Your head was tilted back, mouth open in a silent scream as you felt your orgasm approaching. Kento leaned forward sucking a nipple into his mouth and you came.
“Ughhh!” You groaned, leaning back on your elbows now as your pussy squeezed and fluttered around your boyfriend’s cock.
“Fuck!” He moaned. “So fucking wet.”
Your orgasm triggered his and he came inside you with a groan. Slowly, he slid out of you, catching some of his release as it dropped from your swollen, over worked cunt.
“Open.” He said bringing his fingers to your lips.
Easterly, you sucked them clean, taking them to the back of your throat as you licked every drop from his fingers before releasing them.
Nanami’s head lowered to rest on your collarbone where you were still propped on your elbows.
“Are you ok?” He asked after a moment. “Was that too much, Baby?” His hands roamed your body as if taking inventory of any injury.
“Oh my god.” You breathed with a laugh. “That was intense.”
He leaned back to look at your face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lost control on you. Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine.” You assured him with a kiss. “It was fun, Ken. You never let loose like that.”
“Yes, well, Satoru Gojo seeing my woman naked set me off a bit, I admit.” He said.
“I really am sorry. I didn’t know he was going to see it.” You told him, peppering kisses over one of his hands.
“It wasn’t your fault, my angel. It was his.” He said with disgust apparent in his voice.
You laughed a little at his tone. “Baby, I don’t think I can walk.”
He kissed you one more time before scooping you off the counter and walking towards the bathroom.
“No! To bed!” You protested as you realized where you were going.
“You’re covered in spit, sweat, and cum. You need a bath.” He said gently. “I’ll wash you, Baby. You just rest.”
“What did I do to deserve you?” You asked nuzzling into the side of his face.
“It’s me who doesn’t deserve you. You’re perfection.” He admitted.
“I love you, Ken.”
“I love you more, Sweetheart.”
Kento, ever true to his word, bathed you and put you to sleep wrapped in his arms. All was right in the world, though, after this day, Satoru Gojo wasn’t allowed within 50 feet of you under any circumstances. At least it was a good picture.
For Mayumi Asahina, her life is a performance funded by those who own her. Across the hall, Kento Nanami lives strictly by the clock. But when the rain shatters his discipline, a romance unfolds.
Between stolen nights, she finds unexpected solace and dangerous passion in the arms of her stoic neighbor.
