It's not hot. It really isn't, but something just stirs in you like a rabid beast.
Kento is sitting at the kitchen table working through bills and bank statements. A normal thing a man his age does, but it makes you want to pounce him like a women with no class.
He uses his fingers to push up his reading glasses and you are positive you heard a heated growl emerge from your throat. His sleeves from his white undershirt rolled up showing the veins in his beefy arms. And his biceps straining against the shirt like the muscle was going to but out.
"You're staring." Kento speaks as he lifts his gaze from the paper in his hand to look at you. He takes in your heated and cloudy eyes and even though he's busy he knows what it means.
"Really? I'm going through bills." Kento speaks surprised by your suddenly hungry eyes and sultry smile.
"I know." Making it's because your ovulating that seeing him act like this is so hot. Or maybe it's because your in that phase of your life where you just want a baby and seeing his so responsible and determined with taking care of the house and you that it makes your brain dizzy and pussy purr.
You raise from the couch and make your way over to him. A hand finding his shoulder until it drapes around his neck so you can lift a leg over his lap and find a spot on him.
"We need to stop spending so much money on takeout." Kento spoke to you already putting his attention back on the papers in his hands despite your hands working on the buttons of his shirt. His head moving to the side to look past you and at his papers.
"Ken." You speak in a low whine and also a demanding tone hoping he'd click onto what you want already.
"Hey did you spend $700 on-"
"Ken, fuck a baby in me already." Ken's hands find the globes of your ass to lift you up and carry you up the stairs to your bedroom. And because he's such a responsible and caring man he does exactly as you ask.
This is my first suggestive post so any feedback will be good. Claws out!
