#kenji sato x female reader

[angelltheninth]

Kenji "Ken" Sato Isn't Tired When He Wants to Please You

Pairing: Kenji "Ken" Sato x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle sex, clit stimulation, soft sex, cunnilingus, orgasm denial

A/N: More thirst for new best dad Ken Sato!

What's great about Ken Sato is that no matter how tired he is he will still give it his all in making love to you

He'll take his sweet time too, ignoring your arguments about him needed to rest because what he needs is to make you come all over his face as he holds your legs spread open on the big bed

Slow, almost calculated licks against your clit make your words die on your lips, replaced by soft moans and whimpers, your hands run through his hair, noting how it's still damp from sweat

Ken Sato doesn't bother taking a shower when he comes home from practice, he makes a straight line to the bedroom where he knows you're waiting for him

Pampering soft kisses against your pussy still makes you shudder

He's teasing you, wants to drag this out for as long as possible despite you telling him you want to come

Pulls his mouth away when he knows you're close and smirks when he feels you pull on his hair

Oh, so now you don't want him to stop, you want him to keep licking and sucking on your clit

Your moans are better music for him than any cheer of the crowd so he strives for it harder than a homerun at a game

His smirk is plastered all over his face as you moan his name, loudly and he presses his open mouth against your pussy, lapping up all your horny juices

Now he can go to sleep

[etfrin]

BASEBALL PRACTICES | KENJI SATO X FEM! READER | TEASER | 18+

His hands were placed on either side of your thighs. He squeezed the flesh. “Come on, baby. Let me have you.”

“Fine,” you whispered.

“But if we get caught, everything is on you.”

“Sure, darling,” he grins, before going to his knees.

[ninibeingdelulu]

A sweet future ✧

Plot: You share a romantic moment with your boyfriend.

The soft strains of jazz misted through the living room like a hushed reverie as you laxly awaited your boyfriend's return.

With Emi - the impossibly huge yet sweet-natured kaiju you'd taken under your wings - finally settled down for the night in her reinforced basement enclosure, you eagerly anticipated reuniting with Kenji again alone.

These quiet reprieves had proven increasingly scarce over the harried past few weeks since welcoming the orphaned, radioactive creature into your lives.

Between your demanding day jobs and the round-the-clock regimen of feeding, cleaning up after, and just generally caring for your colossal new "baby," alone time had dwindled to precious few stolen moments like these.

You perked up instantly at the telltale thud of Kenji's footfalls padding up the stairwell, a contented smile brightening your features at his familiar silhouette emerging from the shadows.

Without hesitation, he crossed the distance separating you in a few easy strides - his arms encircling your smaller frame in a snug, demonstrative embrace.

"Hey..."

Kenji exhaled the hushed greeting against the juncture of your neck and shoulder, his solid warmth enveloping you like a calming salve after the chaos of recent days.

Instinctively nuzzling into the comforting expanse of his chest, you wound your own arms around his waist to tether him even closer.

"These last few weeks..." His lush baritone reverberated through your skin, laden with a weary sort of fondness.

"I feel like we haven't had any time just for us anymore."

A sympathetic chuckle bubbled up unbidden from the very core of your being.

Tilting your head back, you peered up at his striking visage awash in the amber glow of the flickering firelight - admiring the austere cut of those steely features you'd come to love so fiercely.

"Well, we do have a baby to care for now," you teased lightly, tender smile never faltering as you laced your fingers through the dark silk of his tousled locks.

"Even if she's not exactly a normal child...and not our own flesh and blood, I suppose little Emi has been rather excellent practice, hasn't she?"

Kenji absorbed your whimsical riposte in contemplative silence for a lingering beat as a pensive furrow cinched his brow.

You felt him subtly shift closer, scarcely a hairsbreadth of space remaining between your molded silhouettes now while his eyes smoldered with an intensity you couldn't quite parse.

"You..." he rumbled at last in little more than a gravelly murmur thickened with naked emotion.

"You really want kids one day? A family of our own...?"

The fragility of hope bleeding into his beloved baritone caressed something profoundly elemental in your very essence.

Without hesitation, you nodded - tongue darting out to wet your lips in a reflexively unconscious gesture.

"Of course I do, Kenji," you hushed back with a roll of your eyes, though the indulgent teasing underlying your tone was achingly tender and sincere.

Winding your arms around the strong column of his neck, you pulled him instinctively closer with a near-desperate sort of adoration.

"I want to raise our babies - happy, healthy children with a mom and dad that will always be there for them. As many wonderful little ones as we can handle...but only with you, baby."

Kenji let out a shuddering, nearly imperceptible breath at your passionate declaration, eyes falling briefly shut as the profound emotion streaked across those chiseled features in vivid strokes.

For several weighted heartbeats, the only sounds were your mingled pulses thundering in tandem as the revelations of your entwined future dreams sunk in.

Then, there was the first gentlest swell of sultry jazz piped through the living room speakers - the rich, soulful brass curving into existence by some ambient hand like a spirit invocation.

An unexpected accompaniment, but the melancholy melody undulated through the aura surrounding you and Kenji like the physical manifestation of your commingled desires.

As if inexplicably magnetized, you instinctively relaxed further into his solid anchoring - forehead pillowing against his sternum while his chin tucked atop the crown of your head.

One of his palms settled warm and broad against the lower curve of your spine to steady you closer still.

The two of you gradually swaying in unhurried tandem to the sensual pulse of the music safeguarding your profound quiet.

"I want that too, beautiful," your beloved confided reverently amidst the downy swirl of your hair - the words blooming to life like a flower unfurling before the first warming rays of daybreak.

"A real family...happy, healthy babies with your beaming smile to wake up to everyday..."

You felt the tender press of his lips mapping an achingly tender imprint to your crown.

"God, you have no idea how often I've dreamed of that blessed future with you."

Cradling his jaw to guide his features back into your sightline, you simply basked in the naked sincerity swimming in those amber-flecked depths.

No more profound oaths were required in that suspended instance.

Just the seamless glide of your interwoven forms locked in a silent avowal.

Just the lush rhythm of the mournful melody igniting the very air around you like a physically manifested miasma of your eternal and unbreakable devotion.

Gazes smoldering with infinite reverence, you molded your lips to Kenji's in a searing, unhurried sacrament sealing your unified dreams of a lifetime overflowing with life, laughter, and wondrous hope...

[bluur00]

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 - 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎

hurt/comfort. insecurity. unhealthy diet. mentions of body image. fem!reader. model reader.

When you entered the fashion world as a model you knew you had to keep your body, face, hair, skin at a certain standard. At first it was going well, your everyday diet wasn’t effecting for you to starve.

That was until you started dating the famous baseball player, Kenji Sato. He always pamper you with foods and snacks that he knows you love, he made you forget that you worry about your appearance every single day.

Eventually, the public caught up to your change in appearance, they gave critical comments and comments that had control on what you would have to do to please them.

“why is her body get bigger? her recent magazine cover is trash!”

“what has she been eating to get those kind of pimples?!”

“she honestly let herself go after going viral just for that fashion show.”

and so on.

Everyday, every night, you would get at least thousands more commenting your appearance, which made you decide to start going back to your old diet and start to reject the food Kenji offers. 

You think doing this plan of yours would be easy considering how busy he has been between baseball and ultraman business.

Even though that was your plan, it didn’t get past Kenji, no matter how busy he would be he is still observant for his own girlfriend. He knew how you started to just have granola bars for breakfast, 

“Good morning, baby, I made pancakes for you,” Kenji greeted, you smiled  in acknowledging, “thanks, Kenji but I’m good with some granola bars for now.”

for dinner you would say that you will eat but still just goes to bed before even getting a plate.

“Y/n, you’re not gonna eat?” Kenji asked, noticing how your not getting a plate to eat, but instead your still glued to your phone, scrolling through the comments, “Y/n? Baby?” Kenji called once again, you lifted your head to look at him, “Oh, yeah in a bit, you can finish first it’s okay,” you smiled. He then saw you went upstairs a few minutes after you said you would eat.

He saw how you rejected his snacks, even your favorite ones. They were some that you accepted but he knew you just hid them somewhere he wouldn’t find.

Kenji just got back from an interview and you were waiting for him in the living room, reading magazines that are full of other models. You then heard the front door closed, “Baby, I’m home!” Kenji called out, you immediately closed the magazine and shifted your focus to the television, Kenji then walked in placing a box of cookies from your favorite bakery, “got this for you!” you smelled the cookies, and the temptation to eat it was very high, but instead you smiled and thanked him.

Of course, the next few days Kenji found the same cookies he bought you that night.

He noticed how you measured your weight more often, usually you would only do that when there’s a photoshoot or fashion show event. 

“Y/n, what do you wanna watch?? If you don’t come here I’ll choose the movie for tonight!” Kenji shouted, when he didn’t get a response back he went upstairs and checked the bedroom, there you were standing on a weight measurement. 

One day, Kenji decided to confront you about it. It was dinner time and as usual, you ran away upstairs without eating. Kenji took a plate and filled it with food according to your own portion, before going up to the bedroom to talk to you about what he recently has been noticing.

Kenji knocked and opened the door, you were laying on the bed scrolling through comments of your recent event, Kenji noticed you tear-stained cheeks, he then knew exactly what has been bothering you.

“Hey baby, brought you your dinner since you escaped from the table,” Kenji chuckled, making his way to sit at the edge of the bed beside ur figure. You lifted your head, noticing the food he held and shook your head, “no thanks, not hungry,” before laying down your head again.

“Y/n, I notice you haven’t been eating properly, your barely ate rice these few weeks, I found so many of the snacks I gave you in your drawer, and now I see your crying because of what? Comments?” Kenji ranted, he was clearly frustrated and concerned about your wellbeing, you turned off your phone and faced your body to him.

His eyes were yearning for answers, you then decided you can no longer keep this from him, it’s unfair as being in a relationship to not tell him what you’re going through, you sat up and sighed, “the public hasn’t been happy with how I’ve been looking like, plus companies I’m working with are forcing me to do something and fix the public view or it will not only cost me but somehow them as well,” you paused, you realized tears slowly started to drop one by one.

Kenji placed the plate to the bedside table, and held your hands, rubbing your skin hoping that it could comfort you, “I figured I might as well go back to my old diet and it could somehow fix this,” you finished, at that time your tears kept on falling that you harshly wiped them, avoiding the urge to break down that instant.

“But what about how people will say?” you said, fearing how mean the public can be, Kenji shook his head, “that’s just the haters, have even try to search for good comments and response? I bet they’re plenty,” Kenji suggested, you immediately picked up your phone but Kenji stopped you, “eat first then sleep we can continue this tomorrow,” Kenji urged, scratch that, he demanded. 

You then wrapped your arms around his waist, pulled yourself to him, planting your face on his chest, breaking down at the point. All the thoughts, the worry, the fear, you let out by crying to him. Kenji gave an understanding look, placing his arms around your figure, placing his chin above your head, muttering, “aw, my baby, been so tired, hm? It’s okay, I’m here,” you eventually stopped crying in a few minutes due to his words.

You and Kenji pulled away, as Kenji wiped the tears that were still resting on your cheek, softly smiling as he reached out to take the plate from the bedside table, taking a spoonful, “now eat.”

[heavenlyraindrops]

“ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ.” | ᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴀᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ { ɪɪ }

☆ Warnings: profanity, sports!photographer!reader, fem!reader, afab!reader, social media au/smau, texting, profanity, pretty unserious tbh

☆ 1.3k words | Available on: Tumblr, AO3

Seeing the notification pop up in your dms was certainly a strange, albeit pleasant surprised.

It was from his account. Your fingers shook as you tapped the screen, opening the chat.

Hey, is this [name]? I just wanted to apologize again for breaking your camera.

You stared at it, unsure how to respond. 

For one, you had no social skills, and, secondly, this was the guy who was not only a massively famous and successful athlete but also a rando you’d been taking pictures of since school. You wondered if he’d scrolled down on your account to see the numerous images of him posted from your college days. 

Its fine, you replied nonchalantly.

On the other side of the screen, Kenji was going feral. “Fuck, Mina, she seems pissed.”

Mina simply stared at him (well, not stared but you know.) and he rolled his eyes at her lack of response, turning back to his phone.

Well, I’m more than willing to replace the stuff for you, he typed out quickly.

Your phone pinged. You frowned at the text. 

If you want ig. 

Oh? My god? Who the fuck replies like that?

While you were stressing out over your disgustingly dry, and even rude reply, Kenji was falling off his couch at seeing your message on screen. He cursed, elbow twisting awkwardly as he hit the floor, but he ignored it, holding the phone up. “She hates me, Mina.”

Mina glided through the air to hover over his face. “You’ll be fine, Ken,” she said. “Perhaps you could even befriend her. You said she went to your college.”

“Are you even listening to a word I said?! She hates me.”

His phone pinged and he stared at your second message. 

Sorry, I meant only if it’s not a hassle for you. 

Relief surged through him. it’s definitely not a hassle!

Well then in that case I don’t mind.

Within a couple of days you found new equipment waiting on your doorstep. You weren’t complaining- and it was an expensive model, too. Higher quality than the one you’d had before. 

Taika nudged you knowingly. “The Ken Sato got you that?”

“The Ken Sato was the one who broke it in the first place,” you grumbled in retribution, and she rolled her eyes but didn’t retort any further. 

“Text him to tell him you got it.”

“What?”

“Come on!” She shoved your phone into your hands, and your face burned. “Look, stop trying to deny you have the hots for him and just-“

“Okay!” exasperated, you lifted a hand. “I’ll do it.”

Hey just texting to let you know the stuff arrived btw, you sent.

You certainly hadn’t expected a reply only moments later.

cool! There’s nothing wrong with it, right?

“Isn’t he, like, a famous baseball star?” You muttered as you typed out a reply. “Isn’t he supposed to be busy?”

Taika wiggled her eyebrows. “Well, I wonder what that means for you if he’s replying so quickly then!” She squealed, and you smacked her away by the shoulder. 

Nope it’s great. It’s even better than the equipment I used before actually

Three dots appeared on your screen to indicate he was typing. And then:

Yeah haha now you can take even better pictures of me, right? Judging by your earlier posts you seem to be a pretty big fan.

You froze.

Taika froze.

On the other side of the screen, on his couch, Kenji froze.

“Was that too forward?” He muttered to himself. “Oh dammit, I was trying to make a joke.”

“Oh my god, I’m so fucked,” you said to Taika, pacing the room. “He saw the pictures.”

She clicked her tongue. “They were kinda sorta public for anyone to see. You’d basically showcased your entire crush on that account.”

“He’s gonna think I’m a psycho, or a stalker or something!”

“I bet he thinks you’re adorable.”

You stopped and turned and glared at her. She flicked her head at the device clutched in your hands. 

“Text him back, [name].”

With shaking hands, you did.

Is it obvious lmao? In that case I guess so.

Typing…

His reply lit up your screen.

Can’t wait to see what picture of me you post next ;)

-

You were feeling bold. You were feeling frisky. Perhaps a little… daring.

The next day, you decided to upload the final pictures the online magazine you were photographing for had chosen onto your instagram account.

And, of course, you picked the one of Kenji as the first one.

Not long after your conversation the other day, you’d seen that he’d decided to follow you back. You wondered what that meant, its implications, but brushed it off for fear of overthinking. 

You captioned the post “These were the chosen pictures for XY Sports Magazine! Glad to have played a role in blah blah blah blah blah blah Kenji please text me again blah blah.” 

And then you threw your phone down onto the couch, and waited. 

-

Kenji almost spat his drink out when he saw your very next post, the day after your conversation, and also to see that he was the first picture. 

What even is this? Flirting? Banter? What the fuck? I’m into it?

He debated between leaving a comment or a direct message, but settled for comment. It was flashier that way. According to him. 

“Glad to see I’m your muse,” he typed, and waited for you to see it. His heart was in his throat. 

-

Of course you saw it.

And you had no idea what to reply to it.

So you simply liked it, pinned it, and hoped that it spoke enough words that you were too flustered to type. 

-

This turned into a regular thing. He’d text you, you’d post him every time you were hired at a game he played at, he’d comment, people in the replies would go feral at his appearance in your comment sections, and then you’d text him. If he ever saw you at a game, on the sidelines of the pitch- not in the stands- he’d wink at you, and fuck that bastard knows my camera’s gonna end up pointed at him for most of the game, doesn’t he? 

You wouldn’t call it a friendship that you two had- you genuinely had no idea what the fuck it was, but you sure as hell weren’t complaining. 

You were lazing around in your bed- it was barely even morning, and you had an off day yet your son of a bitch that you called an internal clock had woken you up at six, when your phone pinged. You picked it up.

Kenji: hey can I have your actual number this time?

Kenji: beats dming you here 

You: sure it’s (xxx-xxx-xxx)

Kenji: thanks.

You stared into space.

Okay, maybe this… relationship between your two needed a label put onto it. You stared back at the screen.

It probably wasn’t going to happen any time soon. 

[your-local-simp-writers]

Wrapped in Love

Word Count: 1074

Warnings: None

Ken Sato x Fem!Wife!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷��꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Ken slipped his key into the lock, the quiet clink of the tumblers turning almost lost to the world as he pushed open the door to your apartment. The familiar scent of home washed over him—fresh flowers on the table, a hint of your perfume lingering in the air. He was drained from the day, but just being here started to unravel the tension woven tightly through his muscles. Stepping inside, he set his helmet on the kitchen counter with a soft clatter, his fingers lingering on it briefly before he turned toward the warm glow coming from the kitchen.

That’s where he found you, leaning against the counter, a jar of pickles open in your hand. You were staring at the nutrition label, chewing absentmindedly, as if you were more interested in figuring out some riddle than actually eating. The sight of you—slightly rumpled, bathed in the golden light of the kitchen—made his heart swell. He took a second to savor the moment, just watching as you turned the jar in your hand with a faint frown.

“Hey there,” he greeted, his voice soft but warm enough to catch your attention. You glanced up, eyebrows raising in surprise before a soft smile spread across your face.

“Ken,” you murmured, relief and affection mingling in your tone. You set the jar down on the counter, abandoning the label’s mysteries as you focused on him, and he moved closer, drinking in the sight of you.

“Long day?” you asked, leaning back against the counter as he approached.

“Yeah, you could say that,” he replied with a sigh, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. The tiredness in his eyes softened as he looked at you, taking in every detail. “But being home is exactly what I needed.”

Your expression warmed, and you pushed the pickle jar a little closer, a playful glint in your eye. “Well, we’ve got pickles and… more pickles.” You shrugged, your lips quirking in a small, amused smile. “It’s what the baby wants, apparently.”

“Pickles, huh?” Ken raised an eyebrow, reaching past you to grab a fork and poking around in the jar. He fished out a pickle and took a bite, making an exaggeratedly thoughtful face. “Mmm. I can see why they’d be a top choice.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you nudged him with your shoulder. “Oh, please. I think it’s cute the baby has such specific cravings,” he teased, nudging you back.

Your laugh quieted, and you leaned a little closer, letting out a sigh as your head found its way to his shoulder. “I’m just… exhausted,” you murmured, a note of vulnerability in your voice. “People keep saying I’m ‘glowing,’ but honestly? I feel the exact opposite.”

Ken wrapped an arm around you, rubbing gentle circles into your back as he looked down at you, his face softening with understanding. “Glowing or not, you’re still the most beautiful person I know,” he murmured, his words carrying a weight of sincerity that settled warmly around you.

“Hmm, cheesy,” you murmured, smiling despite yourself. “But you’re sweet.” You closed your eyes for a moment, just enjoying the solid warmth of his embrace. You felt his hand drift to your growing belly, his palm pressing lightly over the fabric of your shirt, tracing the small curve. His touch was so reverent, so filled with quiet awe, that you couldn’t help but look down as well.

His eyes lingered on your stomach, a soft grin curving his lips as he let his hand settle there, warm and reassuring. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, a blend of excitement and nervousness in your voice. “It’s… kind of terrifying, honestly.”

He gave you a small, encouraging smile, his hand never leaving your belly. “It’s okay to be scared,” he murmured. “I am too. But we’re going to figure this out together, one step at a time.”

The weight of his words settled over you, grounding you in a way nothing else could. His voice was soft and filled with a depth of feeling that made the future seem a little less overwhelming.

You bit your lip, a question lingering on the tip of your tongue. “Do you think… do you think we’re ready for this?” It was a question you’d been carrying around, one that seemed to grow heavier every day.

Ken took a breath, his fingers gently tracing circles on your belly as he looked up at you with those soft, reassuring eyes. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his tone gentle but honest. “But I know we’re going to try our hardest. And I think… I think that’s what matters most.”

The vulnerability in his gaze made your chest ache, and you reached up, brushing a hand through his hair, feeling the slight tension that lingered there. “You’re always so calm about everything,” you said softly, a hint of admiration in your voice. “I don’t know how you do it.”

He chuckled, a low, warm sound that made you feel like everything might just be okay. “You don’t see me when I’m pacing around, freaking out about all the things we haven’t even thought of yet,” he said, grinning sheepishly. “I just save all my calm moments for you.”

You both shared a laugh, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Besides,” he whispered, his hand moving up to cup your face, “when I’m with you, it’s easy to believe everything will be alright.”

The kitchen was quiet, the only sounds the hum of the refrigerator and your steady breathing. You closed your eyes, letting the warmth of his embrace settle over you like a blanket. “Ken…” you murmured, your voice soft and vulnerable. “You’re going to be such an amazing dad.”

He looked down at you, his gaze soft and filled with a gentle determination. “I hope so. But I already know you’re going to be an incredible mom.” His hand found yours, his fingers lacing through yours as he gave you a reassuring squeeze.

Your eyes watered slightly, a lump forming in your throat as you felt the enormity of what you were both about to embark on. “Promise we’ll figure it out together?”

Ken pressed a gentle kiss to your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. “I promise,” he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet strength that made you believe every word. “We’re in this together. Always.”

[cyberkitty1]

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇!

Kenji Sato x Reader

DISCONTINUED

Summery: All you could hear was sounds of destruction, screaming and fires all around you. You run trying to catch your breath as someone else trying to escape just as much as you pushes you making fall. Screaming in pain you clutch your ankle seeing as it is out of place. Your sight pans upward as you see a kaiju at least a million times your size running at you. Trying as much as you can to get up and run, but ultimately failing. Accepting your fait and covering yourself the best you can until the stomping comes to a stop….

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Part 1

[h3arts4strs]

Birds of a Feather

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K. Sato x fem!Reader

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01 ᯓ★ After years of not seeing or hearing from your old friend, Kenji Sato, it’s announced the player would be making a return to Japan. Although you have decided to leave that life behind, an unexpected encounter is made.

WORD COUNTᯓ★ 1.2K

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“Western baseball sensation, Kenji Sato, is finally coming home.” My attention immediately shifted from what was meant to be a crochet sweater but rather resembled a Thneed from The Lorax, to reach for the TV remote to increase the volume. “It's reported that the famous baseball player will be returning home and joining the Japanese Giants this season! Pretty exciting-“, it was at that point I switched off the TV and let out a sigh. It has been years.

Ken and I had a strong bond in the past, one bound together through child wonder, the thought of something lasting forever and a shared love for Ultraman. I still remember the first day we met, sometimes shamelessly catching myself thinking about the incident. It was a summer afternoon at a primary school baseball game. Due to the sport being newly established at my school and the few numbers at the time, the boy and girl teams had been conjoined to make up for the numbers. I could still recall the lush grass underneath my shoes as I gripped the baseball bat, ready to swing and woo the crowd of students who had stayed after school. The pitcher, a dark-haired boy whose head was too big for his shoulder was getting in position, waiting for the signal from the coach. One, two, three, ball! The ball was hurdling towards me, its speed picking up as it got closer and closer. I kept my eye on the ball then, smack!

I dropped my bat and my hands immediately flew to my right eye, gently applying pressure in a poor attempt to alleviate the pain I felt. How embarrassing. Members of my team were flocking to check my condition as I was still in shock. The team surrounded me as the coach gently removed my hands from my eye, revealing the dark ring that had started to form from where the ball hit me. It was that day that I had met the boy who hit me with the ball, it was that day I had met Kenji Sato.

It was through the baseball incident we started talking and quickly became the best of friends, often going out after all baseball games to get delicious frozen treats or play superheroes in the park. One of my favourite memories with Kenji was, the time he gave me the best advice, something I carry with me every day. It stemmed from primary school and how I would be alienated or made fun of for how I looked. Whether it was for my skin colour, hair, or how I sounded, especially when speaking in broken Japanese, I became the talk of the school. I hated it. I hated how my name was an inside joke to many cliques. I hated myself. The relentless teasing led to me always begging my mom to let me straighten my hair, in an attempt to fit in. Kenji noticed this, prompting the best advice he has ever told me, something that will forever stick with me, ‘kids will talk no matter what, so give them something good to talk about’. It was moments like that that had us stuck at the hip until a forceful separation was made a few months later, Ken was moving to America. 

At that point in time, it felt as if the world had ended at the fruitful age of 11, unbeknownst to what awaited me in my years of adolescence. My best friend would be moving across the North Pacific, to the world of the west, leaving Japan and me behind. We then made it a mission to keep contact, not allowing our friendship to falter and for the first year and a half we did just that. The strength of our bond could not be questioned as it was that strong and not once had I ever been left to wonder are we still friends. It was only until I noticed he messaged less and less and took longer to reply and when he did, it seemed forced. I was naive to think that we would stay the same, to believe that he would get tired of this distance. We were like two slow dancers, experiencing each other's comforting embrace until the song's ending would inevitably force us to part. I can’t blame him. Life happened and we unfortunately never spoke again, leading me up to my present, one where I sit snuggled up in a warm blanket as I attempt to crochet while having the ambience of the TV fill my luxury apartment.

I would love to meet up with Kenji again and see how he’s been doing after all these years but the thought of it being an interaction is nothing short of that awkward tension with constant “oooh”, “That’s cool” and “By the way, sorry for not messaging you anymore out of the blue, I was feeling a bit silly” so it would be best I leave that chapter behind, continue living life as I have been. After coming to my conclusion I decide to retire for the night, getting ready for a busy day as a KDF fighter pilot.

. . . 

As the sun shines through my blinds, I slowly rise, stretching until a satisfying pop noise escapes my back. I go about my regular morning routine and change into my fitness wear which consists of sweatpants, a compression jacket and some trainers. After battling with my hair, I managed to put it into an updo, practical yet adorable. I grab my headphones, phone and house keys and go out for a morning run. 

I had started incorporating morning runs on weekends as a way to remain active when I was not able to surf and enjoy other water activities. As my body carried me on the boardwalk at a steady pace, I listened to my favourite artist and mentally planned out my day, I was going to go home, freshen up and explore the city, discover small shops that hid in the crooks and crannies of the city, have lunch at a cute cafe then return home, it would be the perfect self-care day. 

I continued to run, enjoying the salty breeze that gently blew on my face, the rising sun that warmed me up and the sound of crashing waves I could hear over my music. My mind and body felt amazing, being able to reconnect with nature after a long week of flying and capturing was therapeutic.

After running my routine 5km, I headed towards the nearest smoothie bar to get myself the tasty treat I deserved after doing my run and beating my previous time constraint. I walk into the shop, enjoying the feeling of the AC cooling down my body. I analysed the options on the menu and decided to go with a simple berry smoothie. Once my order had been prepared and I reached over the counter to receive my drink, I felt someone tap my shoulder. When I turned around to see who was behind what they needed, “Hey, it's been a while."

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✮chérie

[gabbytbll]

KEN SATO PLS

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⚠ 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮'𝑺 ⚠ : Sexual content

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𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬'𝑺💭: I HOPE U LIKE IT ANON this is my first post since I'm back! sorry guys i was just dealing with a lot and took some time off I'm coming back slowly but surely! My post schedule is going to be all over the place since I'm going to be rly busy (my writing probably got worse-) KEN SATO WILL BE OOC!!!!.

𝐀: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱)

ᯓ★ I feel like at the start he wouldn't be too good with aftercare since he's only ever done one-night stands. But once he starts to understand it he will try his hardest to make u comfortable.

𝐁: 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬)

ᯓ★ His hands are his favorite part of his body because it got him to where he is.

ᯓ★ He loves your thighs the most, he loves how he can grab them and feel the fat on your thighs squish under his fingers plus he loves them as a pillow.

𝐂: 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦)

ᯓ★ He doesn't want children yet so he would cum in your mouth since he doesn't want to waste his semen.

ᯓ★ When he is ready for children though be ready cause he will cum in you multiple times just so you can get pregnant.

𝐃: 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

ᯓ★ He used your panties to get off once because he didn't want to ask for your help.

ᯓ★ He got off in the stadium bathroom once to your sex tapes with him after the game because of the adrenaline.

𝐄: 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

ᯓ★ He is VERY experienced.

ᯓ★ He definitely knows what he's doing to you, and he loves how he can make you squirt for him so easily.

𝐅: 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

ᯓ★ Well, he loves to see your face whenever you have sex so anything that he can see your face he loves.

ᯓ★ He loves missionary the most though. (yes ik very classic)

𝐆: 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ᯓ★ He can be goofy like make a small joke but he's mostly serious in bed.

ᯓ★ Sometimes he could be in a certain mood, and he will joke/be sarcastic the whole time.

𝐇: 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ᯓ★ He would be a little bit hairy because he's very busy so it would be hard to keep up with that.

ᯓ★ But when he's not busy he would prefer to barley have any hair down there.

𝐈: 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭)

ᯓ★ I feel he can be very romantic on a date, but he would like a brat the whole time trying to impress you.

ᯓ★ In the bedroom he can be romantic but he's more feral like then romantic, but he still takes care of you.

𝐉: 𝐉𝐚𝐜�� 𝐎𝐟𝐟 (𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧)

ᯓ★ He has a high limbo, so he jacks off a lot and anywhere from his bedroom to the restaurant bathroom he does not care what happens.

𝐊: 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬)

ᯓ★ Bondage- He loves tying you up and doing anything u will let him do to you

ᯓ★ Choking- He loves the feeling of his hand around your throat and how it makes you squirm

ᯓ★ Rough Sex- He loves to be rough with you and watch you fall apart because of how good it is

ᯓ★ Wax play- He LOVES to see the warm wax slowly move and trace your body with the wax

ᯓ★ Cock warming- Sometimes he just wants to come home and feel you wrapped around him in your warm hole and relax and watch a movie with you

ᯓ★ Blindfolding- His favorite thing to do is tease you while your blindfolded and watch u slowly break

𝐋: 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨)

ᯓ★ He loves to do it on his balcony the most he doesn't care who sees

ᯓ★ He also loves the bedroom or kitchen to

𝐌: 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠)

ᯓ★ Whenever you tease him it's like an automatic boner for him

ᯓ★ He loves when you get snippy with him because he thinks it's hot

𝐍: 𝐍𝐨 (𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬)

ᯓ★ He would never do something you don't want to do or if he thinks it's to dangerous even though u might want it

ᯓ★ He hates the thought of you hurt or sad.

𝐎: 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ᯓ★ He likes giving you oral the most, but he doesn't mind receiving either.

ᯓ★ His tongue is very dangerous he will have you shaking in pleasure before you know it.

𝐏: 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥?)

ᯓ★ He can be fast and rough whenever he needs to let off steam or if he feels like it.

ᯓ★ SOMETIME'S, he goes slow and sensual because that's what you want

𝐐: 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ᯓ★ He hates quickies he wants to do everything if he can.

ᯓ★ Sometimes he might want a quickie even though he hates it because he's so needy.

𝐑: 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ᯓ★ He LOVES to experiment with whatever u can think of or want to try.

ᯓ★ He takes risks all the time he doesn't care what people think half the time.

𝐒: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭…)

ᯓ★ He can last 4-5 rounds because he has such a good stamina.

ᯓ★ He lasts around a good 15-20 minutes the first couple round.

𝐓: 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬? 𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?)

ᯓ★ He doesn't own toys because he's confident in himself but if you want to use toys while you two have sex then he is ok with it.

ᯓ★ He might let you use some sex toys on him.

𝐔: 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

ᯓ★ He's so unfair to you.

ᯓ★ He loves to overstimulate you on a good day for him and tease you so bad you cry in frustration the next day.

𝐕: 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞)

ᯓ★ He's not very loud mostly grunts and soft moans in your ear.

ᯓ★ He can be a bit loud if he overstimulates himself though.

𝐖: 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧)

ᯓ★ He left a vibrator in your pussy one day at a restaurant and wouldn't let you leave your seat, so you got caught by a worker who heard you.

𝐗: 𝐗-𝐑𝐚𝐲 (𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬)

ᯓ★ He would be a good 6.5-7 inches and a bit thick, and his dick is curved to the right.

𝐘: 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?)

ᯓ★ His sex drive is really high almost every day you have sex unless he doesn't feel like it which don't happen much.

𝐙: 𝐙𝐙𝐙 (… 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬)

ᯓ★ He falls asleep after he gets you taken care of then he falls asleep next to you cuddled up.

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[kawaiigirly21]

HEAR ME OUT! MUTO oc that can turn human and has been hiding amongst the humans for a long time. She's millions of years old and has practically seen it all. She and Kenji know each other due to meeting in high school where she posed as a teenager to get information on a teacher who was a former Monarch Scientist. They reunite back in Japan after her mission from monarch to investigate the frequent kaiju attacks takes her there. They bond over old feelings and nostalgic memories when drama leads to Kenji finding out his friend is not only a kaiju but the very same kaiju that saved his life all those years ago

[aamircoeur]

can you do Kenji sato x short!reader headcanons? They can be nsfw or sfw. I love your writing, take care!

Ken Sato with a short lover ー hcs.

hi baby omg !! i've been thinking about making hcs with ken's height and ur ask was perfect thank u sm honey

sfw, female reader

he's the type to be so normal around you

like he doesn't insult or tease but the way he acts makes you feel like you're being insulted or teased

the two of you would be watching something side by side and his elbow would rest on your head

you'd be like 🤨?? but he wouldn't budge like it's so normal for him

always crouches down when he's talking to you

his knees would be bent or he'd just lower his torso

he loves picking you up !!

in the middle of a play-fight or a silly argument he'd go "yeah? you wanna try me right now?"

he'll hold you by the waist then js lifts you up to his shoulder and walks around the house until you've calmed down

he buys an extra official giants jersey in your size

technically it's not allowed because you're not an actual member of the team

but money talks so 🌚

wait nevermind about what i said that he doesn't tease you

he does

there was this one time for your birthday where like he's veen like hyping up that he'd buy you a car

and when the day comes, at 12am while you're both in bed he'd give you a hot wheel

telling you that it's perfect for your size

after laughing about it to himself while you furrow your eyebrows at him he'd give you the keys of a porsche then kiss you right after as sorry

he'd send you pictures of the smallest animals and say "hey it's u"

when you guys hug he likes to put his arms around your neck instead

feeling your arms around his chest makes him feel so close to you and he feels that he can protect you and he's so happy

he once saw a video of a deer get swooped up by an eagle and he was so worried for you

like?? girl

sometimes he buys shirts that are a little too tight for him

because one it shapes his body so well like fuck damn boy

and two so you can wear is comfortably whenever you want!

he's adorable i love him

[marvelstan0905]

Hi! I was wondering if you could a kenji x female reader where we've both not been very intimate in a long time because kenji's career and ultraman has kept him really busy and one night reader confronts him about it and then they argue and then reader gives him silent treatment and he ends up eating her out

"Let me make it up to you"

BF!Kenji Sato X GF!Reader [Oneshot :Angst-Smut-Fluff]

TW:arguement/silent treatment/smut/eating out/oral(f!receiving)/afab reader/female bodied reader/fingering/petnames/shouting/mixed POV/not proofread yet/angst to smut/swearing

©all rights reserved. the modification, translation, and plagiarism of my work is strictly prohibited.

"God! Why can't you just give me a break Y/n!? I'm so overwhelmed and so busy!" Kenji snapped exasperated. The two of you had been fighting for a few minutes now. You just offered to cuddle for a little bit, just hoping that Kenji could let off some steam since getting really liked cuddles and his life's been so hectic. As the good girlfriend you were, you were just worried and concerned. You couldn't do much and that helpless feeling just didn't sit well for you. The least you could is be there for your boyfriend and offer him some comfort. "I just need space! Lots of it!"

"Kenji I'm just trying to give you comfort-"

"I don't want your comfort! You're so damn clingy! God. Can you just leave me alone?"Kenji sighed in annoyance. My heart pangs feeling a tightening feeling within your chest. It hurt. Raising my hands in surrender, I sighed. Those words stung. Is that really what he thought of me? I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and excuse it as the overwhelming and frustration he was feeling.

"I'll leave you alone." Was all you said before grabbing a hold of your jacket, purse and phone. With a harsh wipe of your cheeks, you left the house.

Kenji who was sitting on the couch with his back turned to the door sighed and ran a hand through his , already disheveled, raven hair. Kenji felt a heat and heaviness through his chest. He felt really guilty and bad. God what had he done?

"Way to go, Ken. Losing everybody and everything left and right. As always" Kenji exhaled before sliding his long calloused hands down his face.

Few Days Later

Silent treatment. No texts. No calls.

Just you like you promised, you would leave Kenji alone. Even when he did call and text, you wouldn't answer. As you made dinner in your cold, lonely apartment you heard the sound of keys jiggle in the door way. With a raised eyebrow, you grabbed the bat which Kenji gifted you and waited for the perpetrator to come through the hallway. As soon as I saw a shadow I swung with all my might.

"Baby! Wait! Y/n! It's me!" Kenji exclaimed raising his hands in surrender as he luckily dodged the powerful swing. God, he was glad he taught you how to swing but if he wasn't careful, he would've lost his head. With a sigh of relief and groan, you dropped the bat and turned to go back to making dinner with not a word. Kenji exhaled before following you into the kitchen. "H..How have you been, babe? I've called and texted you..alot."

Silence.

Kenji leaned against the counted adjacent to you and gently took a hold of your hand. With a scoff,you pulled your hand away. Kenji's frown deepened. His eyes had deep bags and he truly looked as if he hadn't slept in days. It didn't seem like he had eaten considering the dullness of his slightly sunken cheeks.

"Sweetie. Please? Can we talk? I'm so sorry. I really need to hear your voice. Even if you're gonna curse me out or whatever..just please"Kenji pleaded. Nothing. With a turn of a knob, you turned off the stove. Kenji couldn't stand the silence anymore. God, he couldn't. With a gentle grasp of your forearms , Kenji turned you to look at him. With a blank expression you turned to face him with eyes void of emotions. Even if you were still upset, you did love the bastard and would hear him out.

"Honey. I know I have no excuse for how I treated you, how I spoke to you, the horrible horrible words I said to you. I truly am sorry. I didn't know how good I had it till I didn't hear your voice or saw you anymore. You're everything to me and you just wanted my time and love but I was stupid and took my frustrations out on you. The only person who i truly have right now. Please...Please forgive me. Even if it's not now..I'm just begging to hear your voice" Kenji spoke sincerely. I sighed and crossed my arms. Those goddamn sad eyes. The man looked like a kicked puppy. Sad and lost.

With a gentle flick of his forehead, you mumbled out "Fine..I forgive you. Doesn't mean I'll forget it...atleast not yet. You really hurt my feelings. I was really just trying to help and spend time with you. You're really mean you know that right?"

Kenji felt like he finally take a breath of fresh air as he pulled you into his strong arms and placed a kiss onto your forehead. He felt so relieved to hear your voice. That beautiful voice. The voice that soothed all the storms in his heart. "I know. I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you. I promise. Just..please don't leave. I love you so much"

"You're kinda stuck with me, idiot. Even if your behavior says otherwise. I love you too" I grumbled out whiles laying my head against his chest. Kenji felt the relieve wash over his body. With a grasp of your soft thighs in his large hands, Kenji picked you up and placed me onto the edge of the counter.

Kenji looked deep into my eyes and pressed his forehead against mine "I'm really sorry. Please forgive me. I'll make it up. I swear it. All the cuddles and kisses. I won't neglect you again, okay?"

The couple shared kisses and cute nuzzles. They still hadn't properly talked it out but this was definetly the start of talking it out and sorting it out. Kenju nestled his head into his girlfriend's neck and breathed in her scent. God, he missed her feel, touch, smell and taste. Now, probably was the most ideal but the man was hungry and he hadn't had a proper meal in a few days. With a teasing nibble to his girlfriend's neck, Kenji slid his hands down and underneath the oversized t-shirt his girlfriend wore.

"You know..I missed you so much. So so much " Kenji whispered mischievously whiles sliding his large fingers up her thighs, sliding his fingers in between her legs whiles caressing her inner thighs. You raised a brow, but didn't protest. You did miss his touch and..talents.

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"Mhmm. I missed you too, baby but what are you up to?" I questioned skeptically his hands inched closer to my clothed heat. Kenji pulled me closer and spread my legs wider.

"I'm making it up to you. I have to start somewhere, right? I really wanna show how sorry I am, baby."Kenji breathed lowly, with faux innocence. His methodic and skilled habds, ripped your thin panties off and disregarded them somewhere on the floor. With a yelp, you closed your thighs feeling the cool air against your core.

"B-Babe! H-Hey! Thats the 20th pair you've ripped up! C'mon!" I whined whiles shakily holding my thighs together. I was shaking from anticipation and slight frustration.

"Oh I'm sorry,baby. Guess I don't know my own strength. Guess you'll need something to warm you up. I know the perfect thing" Your boyfriend rasped, 'apologetically' as he forced open those soft thighs, plush legs of yours and held them open. His beautiful mauve eyes had darkened, completely dilating as his eyes laid on your glistening lips. "Aww, how cute. You missed me that much? You're so wet already"

With a denying scoff, you looked away with a sheepish flush on your cheeks. "S-Shut up. Put that tongue and mouth to good use"

"Okay. Okay. I'm getting to it. Let's get something straight though.. I'm in charge" Kenji whispered firmly into your ear before nibbling onto your earlobe. My breath hitched and my blood ran hot. God, he was so hot. Your boyfriend gently but firmly pushed you onto your back on the kitchen counter before holding your legs open by the knees. "Mhmm you smell so good. I missed you, my love. So much"

Kenji uttered as he took a deep inhale of the scent of your arousal. With a small whimper, you could only nod. He's already got you tongue tied. My breath hitched.

"W-Will you be gentle?" I breathed whiles leaning into the kisses that he peppered my neck. It had been a while since we made love. His hands teased at my entrance.

Kenji smirks against your skin, his breath hot against your ear. "Gentle? I don't make promises like that, darling. But I'll make sure you feel every inch of my cock as I fill you up." His fingers tease your entrance, circling the sensitive bud before pushing inside.

"T-Thought you always keep promises?" I gasped feeling his long fingers stretching my velvelty walls open. He gives a low chuckle, his fingers curling inside of you.

"I do try to keep my promises. But I also like to keep things interesting. Plus I'm making up to you, babe" His thumb begins to circle your clit as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you, stretching you wide.

"I-Im not gonna be able to walk tomorrow, huh?" I mewled whiles spreading my legs. I gasped as I felt his long, warm tongue at my entrance. Kenji smirks up at you, his tongue sliding up to your clit, teasing it with every flick.

"Oh, I hope not. I want you to feel me inside of you for days." His fingers continue to fuck you hard and fast, driving you closer and closer to the edge. That's it. All Kenji wanted and needed. To make you feel good, to be with you, to hear you.

"D-Dear christ..K-Kenji that's vulgar" I moaned as my walls convulsed around his fingers. I flushed feeling the tip of his tongue slide through my pussy lips.

Kenji chuckled, his fingers thrusting deep inside you as he begins to fuck you harder. "I never claimed I was gonna be a gentleman today, my love. I like it dirty and rough. You know that? I wanna make you feel so good and make up for the time we missed"

His tongue laps at your entrance, licking up your juices as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

"C-Clearly" I moaned. My moans rose in volume and pitch as my hands tugged at his hair "H-How dirty can that m-mouth get?" He smirks against you, his tongue flicking against your clit. God, Kenji was enjoying this. He missed his your taste and scent.

"I'll show you just how dirty this mouth can get. Im gonna make a mess of you"Kenji promises as he begins to suck on your clit, his fingers thrusting hard and fast inside of you.

"God...mhm!" I moaned as my body began to wirthe and squirm beneath him. It felt so good. God I could feel his long fingers stretching me out and brushing against my sensitive walls."G-God I m-missed you!"

His voice is husky and rough as he continues to suck and lick at your clit, his fingers pistoning in and out at a punishing pace. "I know, baby. I missed you more. Let me hear that voice of yours" Kenji demands as he smirks up at you, his hand still working you hard. That beautiful voice of yours. Those days without hearing you, without feeling you, without tasting you were PURE torture. "Oh, I'm just getting started."

"K-Kenji..i-im uh..close" I purred as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I was so close. So close to that euphoric finish line. His fingers curl up, hitting that sweet spot inside of you.He chuckles against you, his tongue continuing to swirl around your clit. I moaned.

Eventually I ended up screaming as I climaxed. I was in heaven seeing literal stars. I cursed making a mess all over his fingers as I screamed"O-Oh God! F-Fuxk! K-Kenji!"

Kenji's fingers continue to move inside of you, slowing down now that you've climaxed, though he doesn't remove them just yet. "Good girl. Now for round 2" His voice is husky with desire, his tongue coming out to lick at your juices still dripping from you. I squirmed beneath him as I felt my body calming down from the high. I was so sensitive.

"I love you so much. Now let me make it up to you"

[snowywolf1005]

Can you do a Kenji Sato x Kindergarten teacher!Gn reader or just female

like imagine he calls you to take care of Emi because he was so busy but because of how busy he is, that means he has to be away most of the time so while Kenji was away the Reader babysits Emi everytime Kenji was away and then time passes by Emi and Reader became so close that she cries when Reader leaves and then when Kenji knew about this He became a bit jealous👀🤭 and then the ending is up to you;)

KENJI SATO X KINDERGARTEN TEACHER READER

"Bye, kids! Remember to do your homework!" You said waving goodbye to the kids. You closed the door, went to your office, and packed your stuff. But you were interrupted by other teachers. "Hey (Y/N)! Me and the girls are going to the party, want to come?"

You smile, "Sorry, but I have a baby to take off." "What!? Girl, you never go out yo have fun! All you do is... take care of a baby!?" Said the teacher. You grab your bag and your car keys.

"Well... maybe next time, bye!" You said leaving. You went inside your car and started driving, then you got a call, it kenji. You answered his call, "Hey, (Y/N), can you take care of Emi for a moment. Sorry for wasting your time for what you're doing," said kenji.

"No worries. You got the chance to get rest. Just ask me anything." You said, "Okay, oh! Mina will help you if you need anything. " "Got it!" You said hang up, you made it, to kenji home, "mina! I'm here!" You yelled.

"Hello, (Y/N), it good to see you. Emi is starting to cry, " she said. You got inside and went to the elevator, and you saw emi. Crying, "she just woke up from her nap and started looking for you," said mina.

You sigh. "Of course, she does," you said, you walk up to Emi cage, "Hey girl! I'm here, I'm here, don't cry," you said. Emi, stop crying and was so happy to see you.

"Okay, emi, let's learn about sign language, and after that, we have dinner!" Emi cheer, so you teach Emi about sign language to better chance to understand her. Then you feed her some fish just little while you eat your favorite food.

When you try to go to the bathroom, emi will start crying, thinking you're just leaving. "No, no, no, no! I'm just trying to go to the bathroom! So I'm not just leaving!" You said, doing the sign language to make you understand.

When you game back, emi jump, she was in cloud nine. You asked mina to a baseball area, and she did. Emi was so excited. You threw a baseball at her, and she hit it, "Way the go! Emi! Woah!" You cheered.

After that, you told Emi some bedtime story, and emi began to fall asleep. You kissed her on the forehead, "Goodnight, mina." You said. Then mina came up to you, "(Y/N), I prepared some cool bathroom with your favorite drinks while you bathed," she said.

You smile, "let me guess, it was kenji idea, right?" You ask, "yes, he wanted to thank you for taking care of Emi." Said mina. "Tell him, thank you and your welcome," you said, leaving. You took a relaxing, cool bath, drank your favorite drinks.

You got off, dry up, put your clothes on, and watch some TV. Then kenji showed up, sitting next to you, "So how was Emi?" He asks. "She was fine. We did have a lot of fun" you said.

You told him everything that you just did, and kenji started getting jealous as you have all the attention from emi, you can tell the difference in his attitude.

"I'm not jealous," said kenji. You just laughed, and kenji started tickling you.

Memes time:

You hold kenji, defending from someone who is talking shit about him.

WHO WANTS...

YANDERE KENJI SATO X READER

GIVE ME SOME REQUEST!!!!

[your-local-simp-writers]

Childhood Friends

Word Count: 1167

Warnings: None

Ken Sato x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You’ve always loved how natural it was to be around Ken. Since childhood, your lives had been intertwined in the simplest ways. Your mothers, best friends since they were kids, made sure that you and Ken stayed just as close. You had been practically inseparable, sharing a birthday, always having each other’s backs—nothing ever felt strange about it.

You never questioned the flow of your connection. It had always been a steady rhythm, like second nature. Despite your busy life as a lawyer, you never went too long without stopping by Ken’s apartment. You knew his passwords, had a spare key, and—without fail—attended every one of his games you could. It wasn’t just about being there for him; it was about being with him. His presence, his laughter, the way he made everything feel easy—it was everything.

And when you couldn’t make it to one of his games? Ken was always there afterward, dragging you to dinner, no matter how late. He’d settle across from you, that familiar arm slung casually over the back of the booth, his easy grin pulling at your heart.

“I swear, Y/N, you’re the only one who’s got me wrapped around their finger.”

You’d roll your eyes with a smile. “Maybe it’s because you like it,” you’d tease him, the playful banter a perfect match for the easy connection you shared.

Today was no different. After a long day in court, you headed to Ken’s apartment. His door was unlocked, as always—he trusted you to come and go as you pleased. You let yourself in with a soft push of the door, dropping your bag on the counter. As you glanced around, the quiet familiarity of his space wrapped around you.

With Ken still at practice, you had time to kill. Wandering through the living room, you eventually found yourself standing in front of his closet, where neat shelves caught your eye. Curiosity got the best of you, and you started rifling through a few boxes, eventually pulling out an old, unmarked one, covered in a layer of dust.

You opened it carefully, a raised brow as you saw the label: “5th Birthday - 2000.” Inside was an old photo album—a collection of snapshots from when you and Ken were just kids. You smiled softly as you flipped through, seeing pictures of the two of you together, as well as your mothers, who had once been inseparable.

In the middle of your nostalgia, you decided to call Mina. “Hey, Mina,” you said, “Can you show me the video from our 5th birthday again?”

Her voice came through smoothly as always. “Of course, Y/N. Please hold.”

While waiting for the video, you continued flipping through the album, your heart swelling with memories. Pictures of matching outfits, cake smeared across your faces, laughter that felt so distant yet so close. It was incredible how much had changed, yet some things remained so constant.

When the video finally played, you were instantly transported back to those carefree moments. The grainy footage showed the two of you running around in the backyard, utterly unaware of anything beyond the joy of the moment.

As you became absorbed in the video, you didn’t hear the sound of Ken entering the apartment. He stepped inside quietly, his gaze falling on the scene before him—there you were, glued to the screen with the album in your lap.

Ken cleared his throat as he leaned in the doorway, his teasing voice breaking the silence. “Are you seriously looking at our baby pictures, Y/N?”

Startled, you jumped, clutching the album to your chest. “I—I wasn’t snooping! I found the box, and I had to see it! You were adorable in diapers.”

Ken crossed his arms, amusement dancing in his eyes. “We agreed we wouldn’t dig into that stuff. It’s too embarrassing.”

You smirked, looking up at him. “Come on, Ken. You were so cute back then. Though, I’ll admit, you’re even cuter now.”

Ken raised an eyebrow and sat beside you, crossing his arms. “Really? Compliments now, huh?”

You shrugged, your grin widening. “You were cute then, and you’re still cute now. It’s just a fact.” Playfully, you nudged him with your elbow, your heart light from the ease of this shared moment.

Ken leaned back, his expression softening. “I think it’s the way you always know how to make things feel… normal.” His voice dropped a little, and there was an unfamiliar sincerity in it. “Like this,” he gestured around the room, “everything we’ve been through, all these years. You’ve never made it feel complicated.”

Your chest tightened with something deeper than usual, and you didn’t know how to respond to the weight of his words. You smiled and nudged him again. “What can I say? You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.”

Ken let out a soft laugh, his voice warm. “Same here, Y/N. Same here.” His gaze lingered on you a moment longer than usual, and for a brief second, something unspoken passed between you—something that neither of you could quite name.

“I think it’s crazy how easy it is with you,” Ken said, breaking the silence, his voice a little softer. “I don’t even have to think. We just… fit.” He shrugged, brushing off the weight of the moment. “It’s just how we’ve always been, right?”

You wanted to say something, but the words were tangled up, caught in the quiet tension. Something in his voice, the way he avoided looking at you, told you that he wasn’t ready to say what you both already felt.

“Yeah,” you replied softly, your heart heavy with both the comfort and the uncertainty of it all. “It’s always been easy.”

Ken shifted, his eyes avoiding yours as if the vulnerability of the moment was too much. “We’ve been through everything together. Nothing’s gonna mess that up.”

You smiled, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. There was distance between you now, even if he wasn’t fully aware of it. “Nothing’s going to mess it up,” you said, more to reassure yourself than him.

He nodded, a tight smile forming. “Yeah, of course not.”

The silence that followed was heavier than usual. Neither of you spoke for a while, the unspoken truth hanging between you. Ken was still the same—easy to be with, your best friend—but now, there was something more. Something that neither of you was ready to acknowledge.

When Ken stood to stretch, you couldn’t help but notice how he avoided your eyes for just a moment too long. You knew he wasn’t ready to confront the shift between you, but deep down, you couldn’t help but feel it would be only a matter of time before he did.

“Alright, let’s get something to eat,” Ken said, his usual casual tone returning. “You’re probably starving after all that court stuff, right?”

You chuckled lightly, trying to ease the tension in your chest. “Yeah, starving,” you replied, though your mind still lingered on the unsaid things between you.

[cyberkitty1]

KENJI SATO REQUEST 2/2

PART 1

his name falls from your mouth, its so quite and he barely registers it especially since its pouring rain outside. you realize hes standing in the rain so you usher him inside closing tbe door and moving to get some towels.

“what are you doing here?” you ask as you hand him a towel, you use one to dry his hair. he thinks for a second. what is he doing here? he dosent even know.

“i dont know, i was just thinking alot and i wanted to see you.” “hmm thinking about what?” you pry trying to get the truth. “you” you pause “why?” he sighs covering his face “i dont know everything is so quiet and i just miss how things were, before my mom died, before my dad stopped talking to me just” he exhales letting out all the air in his chest.

“i dont know just when life was good and not so depressing” all you can do is look at him with not just in awe but pity “why didnt you reach out sooner? you know ill always be their when u need me” you say tilting your head and smiling at him.

he steps closer hugging you, you immediately hug him back. “ i know im sorry” you were in each others embrace for a good minute before he pulled away. “sorry for coming unannounced; i dont even have a gift.” “ no no its fine, but emiko would be disappointed” you both chuckled.

“i just ordered food, want some?” you move over showing him all the food as you continue to explain “ it was closing and some people didn’t pick up their orders”

“well who would i be to decline such an offer?” you giggle as you turn and walk to take a seat. sitting criss crossed as you eat and reminice on past memories. “ you should come by more often, i wont have this much food but…i really missed you.”

as he looks at you he catches a glimpse of the future, your future; with him. “ill be around a lot more, and that’s a promise”

Im finally done… now i have my series to work on, it will probably be 2-3 parts in total :)

[h3arts4strs]

Birds of a Feather ───────────

K. Sato x fem!Reader

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SUMMARY ᯓ★ After baseball sensation, Ken Sato makes a long-awaited return to Japan, he is reunited with his childhood best friend after life, fear and pride had separated them for so long. After managing to rekindle their relationship, the pair are faced with a journey of finding balance when romance flourishes, being Ultraman, a precious Kaiju as a daughter, a job in the KDF and a rocky baseball career are added into the mix!

INCLUDESᯓ★ black!coded reader, dual pov, fluff, slight angst, childhood best friends to lovers, mentions of death, feelings of loneliness, self-isolation, spoilers to the movie and action!

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01 ᯓ★ 1.2K After years of not seeing or hearing from your old friend, Kenji Sato, it’s announced the player would be making a return to Japan. Although you have decided to leave that life behind, an unexpected encounter is made.

02 ᯓ★ After a long 13 years, the pair reunite and get talking again, breaking the ice and reigniting that childhood spark through reliving memories, learning about each other and new lives.

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