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sex therapy :: 29. karma's a bitch
chapter tags/warnings: manipulative! naoya. naoya's anger issues continue. infidelity/adultery. extremely strong language. corruption. mentions of physical violence. family drama.
word count: 3.2k
notes: my sixty-hour work weeks have been taking a huge toll on me, so i apologize for this incredibly slow update. the good news is that i cannot take this corporate america bullshit anymore and will resign in the next two months. thank you for being patient! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
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Naoya had never felt this humiliated in his entire life.
When people said karma was a bitch, he never thought that it would actually make its way back to him. While he was not the most righteous person in the world, he was the Zenin CEO, for godâs sake! He was the leader to a multi-billion dollar conglomerate, the heir of a centuries-old bloodline.Â
Yet, here he was, charging back to his apartment like an irate animal.
He startled the lobby doormen upon his loud entry, and once he returned to his penthouse, he had to will every muscle in his body not to tear apart his abode in a rampage.
In his head, his encounter with Toji looped like a broken record, fueling his chagrin.
When Naoya sought to confront his cousin for the first time in months, he thought he had been prepared. He did not expect to end up digging himself into a deep hole surpassing the world's layers due to a judgment errorâa slight miscalculation.Â
Correction: this miscalculation was anything but 'slight' because he wildly underestimated what felt like everything. Now, he bore the consequences of his mistakes after inadvertently turning himself into a laughingstock. Because his ego was his hamartia, he had become a mere jester in a story where he was meant to be the sole hero, and thus his ill feelings burned hotter than the surface of the Sun.
As much as he hated to admit this, Naoya had been shortsighted. He should have known better. Just weeks ago, he saw a vision filled with saccharine promises of a happy, comfortable life as the most powerful man in Japan imbued with power and wealth. He had been confidentâa hundred percent certainâthat absolutely nothing could go wrong in the trajectory he worked hard to create. But, what the actual fuck just happened at the therapist's office?!
He did not expect his mistress to make a complete fool out of him. Her very existence was an anathema to him, and he hoped to never be in contact with that woman ever again. In hindsight, Naoya should have taken the hint a while ago. He had previously forgiven his cousin's ex-wife, dismissing her blissful but intentional ignorance. Mari had never been too keen on actual intellectual and corporate matters, for she took far more interest in the money and comfort that came with starting from the bottom and sleeping her way to the top. Despite that, Naoya trusted that she at least had half the mind to not publicly discuss their affair, only for him to be proven wrong in front of none other than...Toji Fushiguro.
"Fuck!" Naoya screamed into the void of his empty living room. His reality was a nightmare as he thought about his despised cousin againâthe assured gleam in his viridescent eyes, the smug smirk that tugged across his lips. The imagery soured his mood beyond measure. "I'm going to fuckingâ"
He did not finish his sentence.
Instead, he kicked a nearby lamp in an angry bout, toppling the fixture over and sending tiny shards cascading across the floor accompanied by the dull thud of the shade. Whatever. His housekeeper tomorrow morning would come in and clean that.Â
What he instead focused on was how he had never been this infuriated, this belittled, this undignified.
The entire apartment echoed with Naoya's loud huff.
'About âyour wifeâ or whatever you want to deem her, there is not a single chance in hell that sheâd ever think about calling you her husband anymore.' These words from Toji affected him more than he would have liked.
What did he mean?
That bastard is bluffing, the blonde had to tell himself, yet even he could not believe in his own consolation.
He needed to do something about this.Â
No, no, Naoya wasnât scared.
He couldnât possibly be, right?!
Yet, after he could feel his ears begin to cool and breathing start to re-regulate, he stared at the emptiness in his halls as he came to the realization that had no better choice but to talk to you.
You didn't want to be here.
The moment you read Naoya Zenin's text to meet up for a 'quick chat' at the café near his office, you already knew that the upcoming conversation was going to be anything but 'quick.' The last thing you wished to do was to be in the same vicinity as that very man again.
After spending the last few days at your family residence, you had been showered with warm attention from aunts, uncles, cousins, and even house attendants whoâdespite naturally wondering the reason behind your stayâwelcomed your visit with open arms. To your relatives' many inquiries, you forged a pretense that all was well even if all was not. (Besides, all did seem well in your family estate, away from the incessant pandemonium that was the Tokyo city center.)
While you knew that this peaceful break was not meant to last forever, you did not anticipate returning to the capital just to sit with the Zenin CEO alone.
Naoya had specifically chosen a corner table in the Hong Kong-inspired establishment, distanced from potential eavesdroppers. He seemed to have been waiting for a while by the time you arrived, his right leg crossed over his left knee as he twiddled with his thumbs impatiently. Sprawled on the table were a freshly brewed pot of jasmine tea and a platter of warm custard pastries.
He remained quiet as you took the seat across from him, observing with a crease on his forehead and a knit to his brows.
Anyone could tell that the blonde was not the least bit happy.
"Giving me dirty looks is not going to get this conversation anywhere," you pointed out while helping yourself to a tart.
From your comment, the inverted slope on Naoya's lips twisted into a deeper frown.Â
He did not understand where your annoyance came from.Â
Fine, he never treated you nicely either, but he did not expect you to snap at him when the discussion had hardly begun. You offered him no greetings, and Naoya also took great offense at how you chose not to look at him as you talked.
Truth be told, your neglect reminded him of all the other upsetting things that he was dying to bring up, and your unpleasant attitude whittled away the little restraint he had left.
âYou didnât try to ask where Iâve been. Not one text or call. Guess it would not have mattered to you if I disappeared, huh?" he lashed out through gritted teeth. He hated being forgotten, hated being looked over, and hated how easy it was for him to prove you to be a neglectful and apathetic wife.
Which was why there was no better option than to cut him off.
âYou ordered me to leave you alone, Naoya.â Only slightly did you turn your head to glance at him. Stirring sugar into your tea, you kept your attention otherwise on the nearby window and watched businesspeople scurrying about on the streets on their lunch breaks. "You can live without my attention since I'm not the only woman you have around. What happened to your lady friend? Hasn't she been entertaining you long before our marriage? I am sure she would love your company, so why not pay her an impromptu visit?â
From a slanting angle, you could tell that the transformation from your normally calm demeanor dismayed him. Naoya, not you, was typically the one to make snide comebacks, but he could not deny your latest comments. Evidently, he wanted you to go back to your submissive and passive self, but that was precisely what you no longer could be for him.
His silence prompted you to reach into your purse and retrieve a thick manila envelope, and you presented the package on the table.
Naoya's gaze snapped to the parcel.Â
He was curious, but cautiously so. He had invited you here, expecting to control the narrative, to dictate the terms. As a result, your unexpected move threw him off balance.Â
"What...?"
âTake a look and find out for yourself.â
A puzzled Naoya demonstrated no hesitation.
He snatched the folder, tearing the top open and greedily grabbing the curated pieces inside. He stared for a long time at the first item: a photo. But he recognized the image of him and his mistress, boarding a private jet for their most recent trip to Mexico. Then, he flipped through the stack rapidly, barely registering each item before he turned to the next. Some were printed-out pictures and others were cutouts from news articles, but all featured him and his paramour. The confusion on Naoya's visage slowly morphed into aggravation, and when he finished his inspection, he forcefully threw the items back onto the table.
In the end, Naoya sat back and went still, not even blinking, thinking, or doing anything but pressing his tongue along his inner cheek. "How did you get these?"
No apologies. No remorse.
Hell, based on his response, the man could not even bother to deny your accusations, a telling sign of how little he could care for his relationship with you. Obviously, you must be a joke to him.
In one firm motion, you placed down your teacup.
"You're missing the point.â
While one's eyes may be the windows to the soul, Naoya's offered nothing in his current state. His pupils looked atâno, examined you in intense dark pools despite the iridescent glow from the lights above.
"Toji gave you these, didn't he?" Naoya continued with a disdainful laugh, himself insistent on getting answers to his own questions. "You can't find this shit on the internet anymore since I've had them all taken down. But Toji's fast. He has eyes everywhere, I know he does. Look at him. Months later, and he's still hung up on reclaiming a position he should've never had the right to in the first place!"
Thankfully, you didnât flinch from his loud voice. What you did do was become more indifferent as if you were placing a wall to separate yourself from him, mentally bracing for his emotional maelstrom.
"You are missing the point," you said once more. This time, you shook your head in disappointment, and your tone was far more frustrated than the last. "Aren't you shameless?â
"Me? Shameless?!â His brows pinched closer from fury. "Take a look at yourself, woman! What did you do to get all this dirt from Toji and his henchmen, hm? Ha! Know what? I bet itâs because you're so willing to spread yourself for them,â he rambled with a nasty sneer plastered on his expression. At his comments, your jaw fell open before snapping shut as the meaning behind his words sank in. The way this man disregarded how he had an affair (that began many months ago!) only to redirect the spotlight onto you was repulsing, implying that the sole reason the therapists talked to you was that you had slept around. âA whore like you love taking all them all, donât you? Well? Well? Am I right? Goddamn, youâre such aââ
The harsh scraping from your chair as you stood was what finally interrupted him. Unable to tolerate his vilification, you counteracted his anger with the venom in your rancorous glare.Â
"How dare you talk about me like that!â
In the meantime, prying eyes started to turn in your direction from the commotion: teenage girls, sharing nervous glances across their table; a lone businessman, stopping mid-sip from his cappuccino; even the barista, pausing mid-grind such that her arm froze inches from the hopper.
"That man...doesn't he seem familiar?" a distant voice asked.
"Is he a celebrity or something?"
"No, wait. He's the person on the cover of last month's Fortune magazine. Naoya Zenin!" another replied.
"Isn't that lady his wife?"
While the onlookers' curious glances turned into full-on stares, their regard steeled your resolve rather than bothered you. Instead, you wanted the crowd to take in the spectacle. Corrupt tricks and dirty money had long painted the Zenin heir as 'the most perfect man in Japan,' and the public deserved to understand the fraudulence and cruelty that underlaid his facade.
"For months, I trusted you. I respected you. I put aside the harrowing loneliness weighing on my heart all because I tried to understand you. You told me that finding the time or energy for our marriage was not easy because board meetings kept you late in the office or business meetings required you to spend several nights abroad. Fine! So, I had been patient. But," and your voice overflowed from anger as you pointed a shaking finger at the pictures on the table, "Taking another woman to Michelin restaurants for dinners? Spending nights with her at Ritz-Carltons and Four Seasons? Going on entire vacations with her across the Pacific? All while you had a wife at home? Are you out of your fucking mind ?!"Â
The man's nose flared with deep-seated rage, his eyes mirroring the same bitterness in yours. "At the end of the day," he began sternly, "we're still married."
Ridiculous.
âOn paper, â you had to clarify. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be cheating on me with your older cousin's ex-wife."
Immediately, louder murmurs rippled through the crowd. Naoya turned stiff, uncomfortable with the attention. So much for selecting a quiet corner in the cafĂ©. He wasnât stupid enough to sense that he had to be careful. Saying one wrong phrase would condemn him to a public meltdown.Â
However, you were already steps ahead of him when you loudly declared: âIâm filing for a divorce.âÂ
That caught him off guard.
Your announcement even drew audible astonishment from bystanders as they stopped their meals, turning to each other and drawing out their phones.
In literal milliseconds, the vexation once riddling Naoya's demeanor shifted into denial.
âNo. Weâre not going to talk about a fucking divorce right now. Weâre going to fix what we have, and youâre going to come back to me. Weâre...We're married for a reason, and weâre going to keep with it!â
"That's a bullshit reason,â you had to snap. âListen to yourself. Do you hear how selfish you sound!?" At this point, nothing could hide your bafflement. "Naoya, you were the one who said that if I wanted to leave this marriage badly, then I should leave. Ask Mai and Maki! They heard the entire conversation. Didn't you also say that you didn't give a fuck anymore?"
The man attempted to salvage some semblance of control. "I was just joking!"
"No, you were not." Picking up a photo of Naoya and Mari together, you pressed the picture to his face. âHow much more can I take? How many days would I still have to go through alone in the penthouse, all because you would be spending your sweet time with the woman that you love?â
Unloading all this emotional baggage, not only for Naoya Zenin but also for the café spectators to hear, took courage. Previously, you would have let the burden gnaw at your soul. You would have rather wallowed in suffering rather than even think about speaking up.
But the past was the past, and you had grown immensely since then. Currently, you were stronger, more confident. You knew that, in Toji's words, you deserved better. Life was too beautiful to waste on a man who did not love or respect you and, with that in mind, you relaxed your clenched fists with an exhausted and fatigued sigh.Â
You broke me first, you said through a deserted gaze.Â
Naoya Zenin was the reason why you had become the way you were: a cold, seemingly heartless wife who cared none for her husband. The misery that he placed on your shoulders finally reached its limit, and while you could forgive, forgetting the memories in your scarred heart would be a task over months, years, and even a lifetime.Â
âListen,â you began, tone terse, âthis divorce will set you free. Mari is the person whom you needââ
âThe hell. No!â the man interrupted in a violent outburst, taking your breath away as he slammed the table and hissed. âI don't give a damn about her right now! WeâreâŠWeâre over!" he snarled with incredible anger such that he almost appeared to growl. "I donât need her, I need you! That...That whore doesn't give a flying fuck about my shit! All she cares about is...is...Fuck this. All she wants is the money. Why else do you think she married and then later divorced Toji? She doesn't want to hear about all the shit in my family because she had not been brought up to deal with all the fuckin' drama in my household. She can't understand because, unlike you, she wasn't born with a silver spoon shoved down her goddamn throat!"
Quietly, you absorbed his words, stunned.
So this was how their relationship had been.
You had not expected him to reveal all these entrenched feelings willingly, but his concoction between reckless rage and sheer desperation had allowed him to spill the ugly side of this extramarital affair. Naoya could not afford to lose you, and not just because this marriage solidified the respect of those around him. While Mari offered him an outlet for physical indulgence, only you could offer the cornerstone to Naoya's mental and social fortitude.
âSo you âneedâ me now, but what happens when you find another reason to hate me again? What will you do if you donât think I can fulfill the role you want me to have as your partner? Or if you wake up one day and suddenly want your cousinâs ex-wife again? Or if you meet another woman? Am I supposed to stand there again, and watch this all happen?"Â
No answer.
The fact that he couldn't respond hurt.
"My decision is final. Looking back, I despised every single second married to you. In fact, I feel sorry for myself. The fact that I blindly put up with your manipulation, betrayal, and blame for all these months.â With your belongings collected, you prepared to leave. âYou would be stupid to think you're the only one with options, you know.â
Only when you turned around did Naoya react, scrambling to his feet.
âWhat the fuck are youââ
In any other situation, he would have grabbed you, lunged at you, did everything in his power to stop you from going. Yet, given all the witnesses, all he could do was call you back like a helpless child, trying his best to not escalate the scene (although, at this point, even passerbys outside have stopped by the window to spectate).
"Hey!" Naoya called after you. âHey! Iâm still talking with you!â
Pathetic, really, to see him desperately beg for you to stay in his life.
There was a certain satisfaction in finally having the control at your fingertips. The feeling was empoweringâelectrifying, evenâand you became so focused on the gratification that you barely registered Naoya's last question.
âWhere are you going?â
At this point, you already stood by the exit.
âThatâs not something that my soon-to-be ex-husband would need to know,â and you hardly gave him another glance as the door closed behind you. âThank you for showing me everything I hope to never find in another man again."
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Eyes on me - Nanami Kento x f!reader
absolute pwp 18+ MDNI â cw: dry humping, oral, overstimulation, praise, throat fucking, a needy brat of a reader, and just all around self-indulgent filth
Fuck the euphemisms and the beating around the bush. Youâre horny. Youâve been clenching your thighs all day at work. Youâve been indulging in dirty daydreams that always end in you bent over a desk. Youâve been doing kegels just to feel something.
But Kento is holed up in his office, ignoring you.
You pace back and forth in front of the door to his home office. You figure you should leave him be. He already hates overtime, and heâs probably in a rotten mood. But youâve had such a long day, and youâre so wound up now, you wonât get through even the coldest shower without breaking and touching yourself. And to be fair, youâre usually fine with touching yourself. But right now, you need to be touched by him.
âI can hear you clomping around out there.â
You stop in your tracks, grimacing. You hear Kento sigh before he says, âYou can come in.â
You open the door a sliver and peek in to see Kento with his head propped up in one hand, the other poised over a pile of documents. Still working, as you thought. And a full hour past quitting time, which explains why his brow is pinched with annoyance.
âWhat do you need, sweetheart?â he asks, eyes locked on yours.
âI was, uhâŠlonely. Just wanted to see you,â you grin sheepishly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind you. He says nothing for a moment, just looks you over with those sharp, observant eyes. Those eyes that burn through you, pooling molten warmth in your gut. You fidget under the weight of his gaze and squeeze your thighs together, trying not to look as desperate as you feel.
âHmm,â Kento murmurs, sitting back in his chair with a wry smile. âLonely isnât the word I would use.â
You stiffen, crossing your arms over your chest. Heâs right, but hey. âWell, what word would you use then?â you huff, bottom lip poked out in a pout. He smirks.
âNeedy.â
You splutter for a moment, caught. You try to explain it away, tripping over your words, while Kento observes you with an amused smile.
âRelax, sweetheart,â he interrupts you once heâs had his fill of your stammering, eyes glittering with mirth. He pats his thighs, his slacks stretched deliciously taut over the thick muscle. âCome here.â
Your heart swells, embarrassment forgotten. You rush over with the intent of clambering into his lap. He stops you for a moment, holding you at armâs length as he smooths your hair out of your face. Youâre so pent up that even that innocent action makes you want to whimper. But his smile has tempered back to a serious expression, so you bite back your desperation and try to show him youâre listening.
âI need to get these papers sorted tonight,â he says. You frown, and he sighs. âI know, I donât want to do them either, but they need to get done. It shouldnât take long. If you can be good and occupy yourself until Iâm finished, thenâŠâ
He trails off for a moment, grazing his thumb over your bottom lip. Your nerves buzz at the short, tender contact. âThen Iâll take care of you. Understood?â
Heat unfurls at the base of your stomach. âUnderstood,â you salute, overeager. He chuckles.
Kento leans back to make room for you. You settle yourself in his lap, facing him, hooking your legs over his hips and pressing yourself to his broad, warm chest. Heâs so tall, itâs easy enough for him to hook his head over your shoulder and keep working. You press your face into his shoulder and breathe in the fresh, familiar scent of his aftershave. You should feel calm, content, like you often do when he holds you like this. Instead you just feel even more hot and bothered, and you canât help but want to fidget and find some friction against him.
Kento said to be good. But he also said you could occupy yourself. And then he let you climb onto his lap. So, really, hasnât he given you permission to occupy yourself⊠using his lap?
A little rub wouldnât hurt, you reason. It might help ease the sharp burn of desire between your legsâreduce the tension that has you all strung out. He already knows that youâre all worked up. Youâre just taking care of yourself until he can do it for you. Yeah, you think, a little rubbing would be fine.
You shuffle your hips against him experimentally, holding your breath for a reaction. Kento does shut down your bratty antics from time to time. But he doesnât stir, doesnât chide you, just keeps scratching away at whatever documents heâs tending to. You shift your hips down again, more deliberatelyâit canât be mistaken for repositioning. Still, he says nothing. So you shift forward again, and this time you fully grind down with the pressure you need. The friction is delicious, and a little moan bubbles up from your throat.
You feel Kentoâs hand come up to grasp the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive spot under your ear. You freeze, a pleasant shiver running through you. He hasnât scolded you, but his gentle grip on your neck makes you feel like he wants you to ask.
âKento,â you mumble into his shoulder, ââŠIs this okay?â
âIs what okay, my love?â he replies, seemingly indifferentâas if his warm hand isnât smoothing down the length of your back before stopping to grasp at the soft flesh of your hip. You let out a shaky breath as you shudder.
ââŠR-Rubbing myself on you? While I wait,â you say in a soft rush of air. You press your face into his neck, cheeks prickling with warmth.
Kento lets out a slow, measured exhale and squeezes your hip. He chuckles, the sound low and rumbling and so obviously pleased.
âDo as you like, sweetheart.â
You hear him pick up his pen again, but his non dominant hand keeps a firm grip on your hip. You feel his promise to take care of you seared into you with each pad of his fingers.
You start grinding down on him again, building a rhythm. It feels so goodâ the pressure and friction and warmth of him against you, even through layers of fabric. You feel him start to harden beneath you, and you smile to yourself. Even if his mind is occupied with silly paperwork, Kentoâs body belongs to you and only you.
A wicked little idea starts to take form in your mind.
You let soft, deliberate sounds of pleasure spill from your lips as you grind into Kentoâs steadily growing erection. You pant as you rock against him, fanning warm breath across his neck with each exhale, your lips just barely brushing his skin. You relish in how your usually unflappable lover stiffens, your soft lips and sweet little sounds curling a shudder down his spine. You donât push it too farâyou agreed to be good after all. But you dance up to the line, feeling equal parts giddy and greedy.
Emboldened by Kentoâs small reactions, you slowly swirl your hips the way you know he loves, and you let out a breathy sigh of his name. You feel the muscles of his neck tense, and he clears his throat. You think he might finally chide you, but he doesnât. Wordlessly, he reaches between you to readjust his cock so it isnât pinned to the side as it strains against his slacks. He aligns it vertically, his flushed tip peeking out from his waistband. You grin widely, having won your prize. Youâre not the only one whoâs needy now.
You press down against him, rutting your clothed cunt against the underside of his cock. His breath hitches as the soft material of your shorts catches against his sensitive tip, and you know soon itâll be smeared with precum. You rock against him with a fervor now, trying to shift your hips at a better angle each time, pitching your pelvis forward to try and catch more of your clit on each down and upward motion. Trying to get more of that delicious friction thatâs pooling wetness in your panties. But even as you pant softly into his shoulder and work yourself against him, you know it wonât be enough.
Itâs all Kentoâs fault. Before you met him, an orgasm was a simple delight that your own fingers could give you with ease. But now your body knows him. It knows how he feels pressed deep into you, snug against your cervix, filling you up completely. It knows the true depths of pleasure that youâre capable of feeling only when heâs inside you. Even if he hasnât left any lasting marks, Kento has engraved himself into your body.
You need him to fill you. And right now, youâre warm and wet, but so empty.
You whimper, rocking yourself faster, more desperately. It feels goodâreally goodâbut the more you try to chase that goodness to an orgasm, the quicker it seems to slip away. Youâre riding a wave that refuses to crest and crash downâit just undulates over and over. You screw your eyes shut, trying to focus on that small flame inside you, trying to get it to burn just a little bit brighter.
Then all of a sudden, Kentoâs other hand is sinking into your hip and heâs griiinding up into you with so much pressure that you gasp.
âNot enough, is it?â Kento says, his voice husky and strained.
You let out a sound halfway between a whimper and a sigh of relief. âNot enough. I need you,â you pant, your hips still bucking against hisâchasing the heat of his reciprocating friction.
Without warning, Kento stands up, and you squeal as you lose balance on his lap. You lock your legs around his waist and throw your arms around his shoulders to avoid falling. He uses one arm to hold you up, and with the other hand he neatly gathers and tucks his documents into a drawer. With a soft grunt, he sits you down on his cleared desk.
You start to release your koala-like hold on him, only for him to pull you into a searing kiss that has you scrabbling at the nape of his neck for purchase. His tongue licks into your mouth with a force and precision that makes you moan. You kiss him back in earnest, your legs still locked around his waist, drawing him in as close as you can.
You both part, panting. Kento caresses your cheek with his thumb as he looks at you with those dark, lust-glazed eyes that say without words that he intends to devour you. Then he places a hand in the center of your chest and gently pushes you down on your back. You stare up at the light fixture, dizzied, as he lifts your legs from around his waist and scoots you further back onto the desk.
You gasp when you feel him lift your hips and remove your shorts and panties in a single, sharp tug. Youâre bare to him nowâthe cool air making your wet folds feel icy cold. But only for a moment. Because then he presses that searing hot tongue to your core and oh. You canât help but arch up into the sensation as the flat of his tongue slides through your folds, lapping up the mess youâve made while waiting for him.
âSweetheart.â You feel the affectionate name rumble against your sensitive folds. âYouâre dripping. All this for me?â
âY-yesâfuck, Kento,â you whimper as he dives in again, working his tongue into your sopping entrance before slowly licking back up to your clit. âI couldnât waitâI need you, Kento, pleaseââ
Youâre cut off by your own moan as he seals his lips around your clit and sucks. Your hips lift off the desk to meet the hot, wet suction as best you can. He lets you press yourself into his mouth, sucking hungrily at the sensitive nub until your thighs are trembling. Then he releases your clit with a wet sound, and he works back into your soaking folds to taste you again, groaning softly as he slurps and swallows down your arousal.
That small flame you were chasing while grinding against him is now building into an all-consuming fire. You can feel the pulse of it deep in you as the sensation mounts, stronger and hotter. The pleasure Kento gives you is so intense and sudden after hours of restraining yourself, you feel your body starting to run away with the feelingâa freight train gaining speed, out of your control. Youâre going to come if he doesnât stop, and this isnât how you want it, even as good as it is.
âKento, gonna come,â you gasp out, clawing at the smooth surface of his desk. âDonâ wanna comeâstop, stop, I donât want to come yetââ
Kento lifts his mouth from you the moment you say stop, but he doesnt remove his face from between your legs. He peers up at you from there with those sharp eyes, half-lidded and dark. The visual alone could send you over the edge if you werenât desperately trying to stave off your own orgasm.
âAnd why donât you want to come yet?â he asks with suspicionâseemingly resentful that you pulled him away from such a delicious meal.
You swallow, trying to catch your breath. You know what you want, and embarrassment aside, youâre determined to have it.
âWanna come on your cock,â you say softly.
Itâs not just dirty talk, or a move to play up his ego. You need it. Youâve needed it all dayâto come undone with him splitting you open, filling every inch of you.
The moment you make your request, Kentoâs expression shifts, and for a second, your desperate desire is mirrored on his face. Then in a quick succession of motions, heâs standing up, undoing his belt, pulling his cock out of his pants, and yanking your hips towards him with such sharpness that you yelp.
âYouâre so good, you know that?â he murmurs as he leans over you, one hand aligning his cock with your entrance. He cups your face, tilting it so you look into his eyes as he presses the blunt head against your opening. You whimper at the beginning of the stretch.
âSo fucking good for me. So perfect,â he rasps, his eyes burning. âAsking for what you want like a good girl. You want to come on my cock? Then go ahead and come, sweetheart.â
He slams into you in one precise thrust that has you squealing at the sudden, blinding-hot stretch of itâthe press of it into the deepest parts of you all at once. Even if youâve had it a thousand times before, the way he fills you still hits you like a boulder. He thrusts once, twice, three times, each devastatingly deep, and youâre gasping for air as if heâs fucked all the breath out of you.
This. This is exactly what you needed. To be taken apart by him in the way only he can. You canât contain the blaze thatâs been built by your dry humping, and the wet heat of his tongue, and him, just himâthe man that drives you wild just by sitting there and doing paperwork. Kento holds your gaze as he fucks into you, looking at you like youâre a treasure, like he wants to eat you alive, so utterly devoted that it makes your heart swell, and itâs too much. Itâs all too much, in the very best way.
Everything locks down and the heat explodes. You cry out his name when you come, your body shuddering and writhing with the force of it. Kento stills his hips and lets you pulse and clench around him as it works, and you swear you only ever want to come with him inside of youâthe fullness radiating pleasure into the deepest parts of you.
When you finally come down from your high, youâre still trembling, and Kento is smoothing your hair out of your face as he studies you. His expression is soft but dark in an indecipherable way.
When your lucid eyes find his, he asks, âDid that feel good, sweetheart?â
You nod weakly, and you feel his cock jump a little inside you. He smiles softly, tracing his thumb over the apple of your cheek.
âMm, thatâs good, love. Now give me another.â
Before you can process it, before you can open your mouth to protest, heâs drawing out of you and plunging back in with full force, and you scream.
Your brain and body are already fried from your first orgasm, havenât had time to recalibrateâand he wants another. And he seems determined to take it from you.
Kento sets an unforgiving rhythm, pounding into you with deep precision, bottoming out every time he rolls his hips into yours. Every drag of his girth against your walls feels like it sprays off sparks of electricity, and you canât help but try to curl back from him, trying to escape the intensity of the feeling. Your recoiling is met with a firm grip on your neckânot enough to truly choke you, but enough to keep you from scrambling away.
âNo running,â he says in a warning tone, snapping his hips forward with each deep thrust, never slowing his pace.
ââs too much,â you slur out. Youâre trying not to run, youâre trying your best to take it, but itâs so hard when every stroke feels so white hot.
âYou can take it, sweetheart. Give me another, I know you can,â Kento coosâand you want to. Thereâs nothing you want more than to give Kento whatever he asks for, especially when heâs sweating and flushed and looking so in love as he thrusts into you.
âIâm trying, âm tryinââ you whine, hot tears starting to prickle in your eyes at the overstimulation.
âItâs okay, love, just let go. Let go and give me another,â Kento says, more softly now, moving his hand from your neck to cradle the side of your head. He presses a kiss to your forehead as he works deep in you. âYou know what to say if you want me to stop.â
You shake your head, bottom lip trembling as the tears spill down your cheeks. âI wanâ to, I want toâbut I canât.â
âYou can, and you will. Youâre going to right now, love, I can feel it,â he says lowly, and oh. Oh. Oh fuck. Heâs right.
Your bodyâs feedback to your brain must be delayed, because you donât even feel your peak building until itâs suddenly thereâlooming over you, drawing your whole body up taut before crashing down like a tsunami. Your second orgasm blazes through you in an instant, and you let out a strangled cry as it takes you by surprise.
âGood girl, there it is,â Kento soothes as you writhe and sob through it. He finally slows his pace as you shudder and whimper and grab at his shirt to keep yourself groundedâtrying to keep yourself from completely falling apart.
You lose focus of his face for a momentâyour eyes must roll back, because you hear him say âEyes on me, loveâ in that low, smooth voice of his. With some effort, Kento swims back into your visionâhis expression a portrait of lust and reverence. If you werenât in the throes of such miserable pleasure, you might notice how his hands are starting to shake, how his jaw is clenched, how his hips stutter as he slowly, slowly strokes in and out of you nowâon the edge of losing control.
You gradually come down from your peak until youâre back on solid ground. You blink up at Kento, dazed, your head resting heavy against the hard wood of his desk. You devour the sight of him above you. Heâs panting softly, a few strands loose from his usual slicked-back hair and now hanging into his eyes. His tie is loose and his dress shirt is rumpled from where you gripped it. An unkempt, sex-mussed Kentoâthe sight makes you throb, and you wonder how your body can still respond to him after coming twice.
At least his hips are still now, which is a small mercy for your blindingly sensitive cunt. You gaze up at him, eyes soft, as he wipes the tears from your cheeks with the pad of his thumb. You turn your head to catch his thumb in your mouth and suck it, and he lets out a low groan.
âDonât do that unless youâre ready to give me one more, sweet girl,â he warns.
You promptly release the digit, which makes him laugh. He presses his thumb back between your lips and watches lovingly as you lave over it with your tongue then release it with a final, wet kiss. He canât help but shudder a little, and you notice.
âAre you close?â you ask softly, and he nods.
âDonât know if I can hold back. I donât want to hurt you,â he murmurs, looking a little pained. You can see now the visible signs of his restraint, and it warms your heart that heâs worried about you. Even when he takes you beyond your limits, heâd never push you to the point of breaking.
âI donât know if my pussy can take any more right now,â you admit, your thighs still trembling. ââŠBut if you want, you can fuck my mouth,â you grin, your mouth watering at the thought.
Kentoâs eyes widen, then darken, and a soft groan slips from his lips as he surges forward to kiss you.
âYou dirty little thing,â he murmurs, nipping at your bottom lip before soothing over it with his tongue. âSo good for me. Get on your knees.â
You scramble to comply, and Kento helps lever you up and off the desk so you can kneel at his feet. He grabs a cushion from his chair and leans down to slip it under your knees, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he draws back to his full height. Your heart brims with affection at the simple sweetness of the action.
You look up at him with wide, adoring eyes, and press soft kisses to his thigh that make him shudder. His cock is hard and heavy between his legs, flushed and shining with your own wetness. You grab the base, testing the girth in your hands, and Kento lets out a soft, strangled sound.
âYou really are close, huh?â you giggle, licking a stripe from base to tip, tasting yourself on his hot flesh.
He grits out a moan, squeezing his eyes shut as you take his swollen tip between your lips. You suck on him gently, circling your tongue around the head, and you feel him throb on your tongue in response. Kentoâs hand finds its place in your hair, gripping firmly as he slowly rocks into your mouth. You open your jaw further and meet his shallow thrusts with eager bobs of your head, sucking greedily around him.
You love taking Kento in your mouth, if for no other reason than to drink in his reactions. The soft grunts and pants and groans you pull from him make you preen. You watch him through your eyelashesâthe way his brow is knitted, his jaw slack and bottom lip trembling with restrained pleasure. You do your best to burn the image into your mind. Though there is one part of this gorgeous vision that could be improved. You pull off his cock with a wet sound and rest his throbbing shaft on your cheek as you squeeze the base with one hand.
âEyes on me, Ken,â you grin, parroting his earlier words. The irony isnât lost on Kento, who lets out a sound between a scoff and a chuckle. He dutifully opens his eyes and peeks down at you, his pupils blown wide with lust. When his eyes meet yours, he groans and turns his head away, his cock twitching against your cheek.
âI really wonât last if I look at you, sweetheart,â he says, his voice breaking with the effort to restrain himself.
âI donât care if you last. I want to taste you already,â you grin. He huffs out a shaky breath as you rub his tip against your slick, swollen lips. âFuck my mouth, Kento. I want you to come down my throat,â you urge him, your eyes burning into his.
His breath hitches, and you feel his hand tighten its grip in your hair. ââŠI canât be gentle,â he warns you, eyes flaring and voice tight.
âThen donât be,â you hum, smiling before kissing the tip of his cock. Kentoâs hips twitch, and he groans.
âFuck. I am going to ruin you,â he murmurs, cupping your jaw and rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. âIf you canât take it, slap my leg. If you donât, I wonât stop.â
A thrill runs through you, and you feel your pulse throb through your cunt. You nod, dizzied and giddy with the promise of Kento using your throat.
You slacken your jaw and place his tip on your tongue, then look up at him with expectant eyesâwaiting for him to set the pace. He hisses a breath out through his teeth as he readjusts his grip in your hairâthen he plunges his cock into the waiting heat of your throat.
You gag at the intrusion, but you do your best to open your throat, even as your body jerks as you choke around him. He sets an unforgiving pace, stuffing his cock down your tight, wet throat as you try diligently to take himâfresh tears burning in your eyes from the effort.
He moans as you take everything he gives you, his gaze fixed on the way your lips stretch around himâa slick mess of spit and precum clinging to his shaft and dripping down your chin as he fucks into your mouth. Tears are streaming down your cheeks now, but you donât tap outâyou just dig your fingers into Kentoâs thighs, deliriously happy to choke around him if itâs for his pleasure.
âFuckâsweetheart, youâre so fucking perfectâtaking me so well, choking on meâgonna make me f-fucking comeââ
Mindless praise spills from Kentoâs lips like a prayer as he rocks into the wet heat of your mouth, his pleasure threatening to surge up and over the edge. You can sense how close he is now, and the thrill of it has your aching cunt throbbing again. Kento watches in amazement as you slither your hand between your thighs, rubbing haphazard circles around your clit as you gag on his cock.
You force your eyes open, tears clinging to your lashes as you look up at Kento, desperately wanting to see how he looks right now, so close to coming. You expect him to have his eyes squeezed shut with impending bliss, but you find heâs staring at you, mouth agape, gaze reverent and drunk from pleasure. And the moment your glassy, tear-filled eyes lock with his, heâs gone.
Kento comes with a choked sound, snapping a final deep thrust into your throat before stilling as his hot cum spurts down your throat.
You do your best to swallow it, but you canât take it all. You pull off with a wet gasp, coughing and spluttering as you try not to choke on the cum coating your mouth and throat. Kento shudders through the aftershocks of his orgasm, transfixed by the sight of you gasping for air, thick strings of saliva and cum running down your chin and connecting your mouth to his cock. That heady mixture of spit and cum drips and splatters on your shirt, your thighs, the floor, as you cough and catch your breath.
Mind still hazy with pleasure, Kento fumbles around to help you. He digs through his drawers and finds a handkerchief. He kneels down, cups your jaw, and begins to wipe your wet mouth and chin. He cleans your face gently, dazed and murmuring praisesâbefore you cut him off with a whine.
ââM sorry, Kento,â you whimper, looking genuinely disappointed.
âFor what, love? You were perfect,â he soothes, confusion knitting his brow. You meet his gaze with a frown.
âI wasted your cum. I really wanted to drink it,â you say glumly, staring at the mess of cum staining your shirt and your thighs.
A beat passes as Kento stares at you with amazement, then he huffs out an incredulous laugh. He pulls you to his chest, shaking with mirth, as he smooths a hand down your back. You melt into him, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
âOh, sweetheart, thatâs alright. Thereâs more where that came from.â
You feel his wet, spent cock stir against your thigh.
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a/n: the first time i had multiple orgasms i thought i was gonna die. idk how you guys are surviving 3+ back to back đ anyways Iâve looked at this way too longâplease take it away from me đ
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Reaction to Fixing Their Necktie (Pre-relationship)
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characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami
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content: fluff; gn! reader; how do they react when their crush (you) fixes up their tie for them?
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a/n: Inspired by the time I learned how to tie a tie during thesis defense season so I can help my classmates fully knowing that they wouldn't know how to do it themselves
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Gojo Satoruđ
You were helping the other guys in the lounge fix their necktie right before they leave for a black tie event. Looking over to Gojo, you found him sitting in one of the couches, flipping the tie in all sorts of directions with his expression being both clueless and even mildly annoyed
You were the one to approach and offer to help him. His face lit up and immediately relaxed, relieved that he doesn't need to be the one to deal with this inconvenient little problem himself anymore
He would tease you lightly, saying how you learned how to make a tie so you could have more "marriage material" for your future husband.
Gojo would still be sitting down as you fix the tie for him. You got a chair and placed it in front of him, his long legs needing to spread a little just for you to get close enough to fix the knot for him, having you settle yourself in between his legs.
It was supposed to be just a casual favor for him, but he didn't expect the closeness between the both of you to make his entire body feel really stiff since you were sitting so close to him like this. It didn't help that your knuckles would also sometimes lightly brush over his chest as you adjust the knot, making him pause his breath for a second each time.
You were too focused and didn't notice the reaction his body was making, thank god. He wouldn't want to embarass himself for getting flushed over something so casual like this, especially since it was him who didn't even bother adjusting his current position, making you sit in between him instead
He would definitely be talking to the other guys in the room as you were doing this to distract himself and keep it cool. But just before you finish, he would sneakily a take a quick glance at your face for just a few seconds, giving him a bit of a chance to scan your eyes, your nose, and your lips from such a close distance.
Gojo would stand up right after you leave your seat. "Thanks, not bad for someone as clumsy as you" he said as he playfully (and a bit aggressively) messed up your hair as he walked passed you. You frustratedly nagged him, of course, but he left the scene quicker than you could begin to finish bickering.
Maybe he did that to relieve the tension he felt from having such an intimate moment; or maybe it was to re-establishing with himself the current friendship relationship he had with you. (and perhaps to also prevent you from seeing a pinkish tint that was beginning to form on his cheeks)
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Geto Suguruđ
He would be the one to approach you and ask for your assistance since he already saw you helping out the others voluntarily, so he figured fixing his tie wouldn't have been too much out of the way
He chuckled in a slightly bashful way as he asked for some help, admitting that he never really bothered learning how to make a proper necktie. As he said this, he wasn't embarassed nor too confident.
You gladly help him, of course, but you were too focused making the knot that you didn't even notice the way he was looking at you the entire time.
Geto watched your expression, his eyes never leaving your face. He absolutely loved how focused you looked; As each time your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes squinted from trying your best to neatly loop the tie, his heart couldn't help but melt a little in admiration.
Your smile as you finished looping the last the knot was the best part of it all. The way you felt so proud and cheerful at your own acomplishment was a moment he would definitely engrave into his memory.
Right after you parted ways, Gojo would approach him confused, asking why in the world did Geto ask someone else make his tie for him. After all, it was Geto who fixed Gojo's necktie just a few minutes ago.
Geto would only smile in a slightly mischievous way and say "Oh, you're right. I must've forgotten."
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Nanami Kentođ
This was around the time before he became a sorcerer. He didn't know how to properly do a necktie yet at this point, using only one of those adjustable zipper neckties that didn't need any thinking- just slipping it on, tightening it, then you're good to go
It would have been before a an important presentation or meeting with the higher ups. He forgot his necktie but was able to buy one from a store near by (Though they didn't have the adjustable ones he uses)
You can see him sitting far away with his back facing the rest of the group, seeming to be fixing something. As you approach him, you can see the slight frustration he had on his face a he was wrapping the fabric around himself, trying to make a tie.
Laying in front of him was his phone, playing a YouTube video with the title in bold text saying "How to Tie a Tie in 1 Minute EASY Tutorial Mirrored Step by Step for Beginners by TheAlphaMale764"
You couldn't help but hold back a chuckle seeing him that moment, which startled him and immediately behind him, showing hints of mild embarassment
The tie he did looked... alright. (not really. It wasn't even and the folds weren't nicely tucked)
You simply shook your head with a chuckle, turning off his phone and sitting next to him, gently undoing his tie and fixing it up for him.
He was a bit tensed as you did this, maybe because he didn't know whether to look away, hold his breath, where to keep his hands, and all that stuff. In the end, he ended up looking over to the ground next to him, making sure to not look at the ground facing in your direction and giving the false impression of starring at you anywhere inappropriately
The way you gently run your hands across the back of his neck as you tuck the tie under his collar had the man on a chokehold, his cheeks getting warmer as his throat gulped down whatever nervous feeling had been piling up inside
As you finished, he lightly coughed away his tension and slightly pulled on his tie down to adjust it "Thank you.. I was only used to the ones that were pre-made already. I apologize for troubling you." He said as he did his best to prevent the faint redish color on his cheeks from forming (he failed, it was still vissible)
You merely chuckled at him, thinking his blush was from embarassment "It's no trouble Nanamin, I can teach you how to do it next time so you wouldn't have trouble followikg some alpha's youtube video when I'm not around"
It was a kind gesture, he thought. But a part of him kind of wished that he'd never learn to make one. Them that way, maybe he could have an excuse to let you tie it for him again.
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a/n: eyyy slowly fixing my theme >:D who else should be in part 2?
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this pride, i learnt about the Palestinian trans woman Oscar Al-Halabiye, dancer and resistance fighter against the israeli occupation in Southern Lebanon. she named herself Oscar after Lady Oscar from the "The Rose of Versailles", a Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Riyoko Ikeda.
her story is documented in Cinema Fouad(1993). zionists use pink washing to reinforce their genocidal terrorist narrative when queer Palestinians have been fighting against the occupation since the very beginning. you can watch it here with english subtitles. long live the intifada!
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I hope the haikyuu fandom never dies
that's all thanks for coming to my ted talk goodnight everyone
(â â â âżâ ă»â )â ââ â
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It feels like masses of people are ghosts living in theory and abstract and don't know what death is, what murder is, what a baby is, what human flesh is
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Israel RIPS out BABIES from PREGNANT WOMEN by RIPPING THEM to SHREDS using US made BOMBS!!!!
Trigger Warning!!!!
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This baby wasn't born, she was ripped out of her mother and slaughtered by Israeli Terrorists!!!!
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Wonder how long before the Israeli media tries to claim that these folks were affiliated with Hamas.
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THIS IS WHAT IS HAPPENING IN RAFAH, AND YOU WANT US TO FEEL BAD FOR OCTOBER 7TH WHEN THIS IS DAILY LIFE FOR PALESTINIANS?
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