torubeth

[torubeth]

psa!!!!!!! (this is goodbye???😦😦😦)

i’m not gonna beat around the bush, so let’s just get to it. tbh the past few months, i’ve been really really busy, and like i said, being a final year, shit gets hectic in no time. but that’s a side note, really.

i wouldn’t say i have loved writing always but the last 4 years i have spent here says otherwise lol. it started w haikyuu and ended w jjk. and omg i noticed that i’ve never given you a full fic ever😭

i feel terrible because they’re literally rotting in my drafts.

truth be told, i’ve lost interest in many things recently, writing included. and reading too. finding the time to write is one thing, but i’m not even motivated enough to think abt ideas and whatnot.

so what i’m saying is, i don’t think i’ll be writing anymore🤧 i had so many ideas drafted but i just don’t think i can get to them. i’ve tried to, multiple times but nope, i couldn’t.

and i am so sorry for all the ghosting phases. once again, i had nothing to bring to the table.

+ me not being active resulted in interactions being minimal to none. which never really bothered me cuz i liked writing but i do wish id had put more effort in interacting w you all :(

but when there was comments piling up, lemme tell you, i loved it so much??? it was so fun to see ppl saying they loved my writing!!!

just yesterday, i was 15 when i was putting out suna rintarou drabbles and was squealing abt hitting 100 followers and that was 4 years ago😦

this blog is still gonna be up (obviously🙄) cuz it means so much to me. i’ve read and come across some of the most beautiful writings ever on here and the things they made me feel, i can’t even describe.

so in conclusion, this is a goodbye (for now?) (or at least until i figure out my life😗) and if you’ve been here since my haikyuu era, YOU’RE LITERALLY THE COOLEST PERSON EVER!!!! I HEART YOU SO MUCH

ps. i’m always gonna be a tumblr girly, you can’t take it out of me😤

W THAT SAID, SIGNING OFF- beth

(watch me come back when im free w ideas and shit🫣)

[torubeth]

my fingers are itching to write so bad cuz adrenaline just struck me outta nowhere but like WHAT KINDA SORCERY IS THIS????? my exams start monday and i feel like writing NOW!????😭😭😭

no like actually, why does shit like this happen ONLY around exam time??? i want to paint, finish my guitar lessons, rewatch lovely complex for the 700th time, sleep, bed rot AND write smut when i’m supposed to be studying-

[torubeth]

wait why am i only seeing this now😭😭😭 IM A FAN OF YOUR WORK HELLO!2&2£3!!”&/)?3

your work is TEW good thank u for your service

do u have any nanami fic or author recommendations i have read EVERYTHING of urs i need more sustenance!!!!!!!!!!

OMG thank youuuu!!! i appreciate your love and support!!!

ngl i don’t spend a lot of time here reading through stuff, i mostly just do final edits here and post stuff and look through my inbox, but recently i’ve read pretty cute and awesome nanami fics sooo these are the ones i’d recommend checking. not just these fics too, i’m pretty sure these creators have moreee nanami and jjk stuff so if you’re interested make sure to check em out. they are all lovely <33

this by @mayyhaps

this fic by @nanamisgirly

this one by @all-with-angel

thiiisss by @torubeth

mwah mwah

[torubeth]

ok so hiiii! a lil update cuz sumn asked me whether or not i was alive in my inbox today. spoiler alert : i am very much alive. for now.

july has been the most confusing month ever. so much happened i feel like i’ve alr lived a dozen lives.

but also when life hits you it HITS you!!!!!

being a final year, it just tenfolds everything. but i promise to write by august (hopefully, fingers crossed) I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS DRAFTED, I JUST NEED TO GET MY SHIT TOGETHER😔😔

my exams are next week and i haven’t even started preparing for them so yay for that.

on a serious note tho, i will be writing but its gonna take some time cuz motivation is just not present in me rn🤧

[torubeth]

such a tease! (mature content 18+)

warnings : fem!reader, edging??? kento’s filthy mouth hehehehehe oh and minors do not fucking interact!

read. he left you on read!

all that and he just leaves you..hanging?

you pace the length of your room back and forth, biting your lip to physically stop yourself from screaming. maybe you shouldn’t have sent it, maybe you should’ve waited at least until he got back home, maybe..

taking a deep breath, you pull up the chat box to see if he had replied to your previous text but nope, no new messages, and the sinking feeling in your stomach only grew.

the past few weeks have been rough to say the least, on both of you, due to the fact that he’s been working nonstop to crack a new deal. he leaves before you wake up and only returns after you’ve gone to sleep.

you missed him, you just wanted your husband back. on days when you stayed up late and waited for him, your heart broke seeing him walk through the door.

hooded eyes surrounded by dark circles, tousled hair, crooked tie, and yet he still manages a small smile when he sees you..

it didn’t feel right to go bother him for your selfish desires when he came back home, all tired and bashed up from work.

everyday was torture, and that is what pushed you to do what you did.

it wasn’t planned, not at all. you headed to your room to put the clean clothes away when a certain blue shirt caught your eye within the pile. the same blue shirt kento always wore and had a weird attachment to.

as you’re putting his shirt on, you are anything but surprised at how much bigger than you your husband is. the shirt reaches far below your knee and the sleeves are dangling off at your sides.

first you just missed the feel of him, the time you spent together, the slow mornings, then came the pivoting arousal from thinking about his fingers in you.

your hands clutch at the sheets and your toes curl as you try to imagine what he’d do to you if he were here right now.

you let yourself indulge in your daydream a bit more before you decide to send a sweet little message to your husband.

you’re in nothing but his shirt, as your fingers achingly traced your cunt sending a jolt of excitement to course through you.

you hit the play button, and start to complain about how your fingers were no match for his, about how you can never cum if it was never because of him, about how much you missed him.

but that was almost an hour ago, and he left you on read. this resulted in you coming up with the worst possible scenarios.

did you send it while he was at a meeting? was someone nearby? what if he was busy and-

you take a deep breath, gather yourself and settle into your bed. your eyes travel to the wall clock and there was still hours until he returned home. this caused you to have an internal turmoil.

lost in thought, you failed to hear the main door open. and then, the door to your bedroom slams open, revealing your husband.

you jump up from your position, startled ‘kento? what’re you doing here-‘ your fingers frantically advance to buttoning up your his shirt.

your words die on your tongue as he all but took barely three strides to tower over you. his usual soft eyes were long gone, replaced by something feral. his chest heaved up and down, his hands now wrapped around yours to stop you from doing what you were doing.

your mouth went dry and the confidence you had earlier when sending the video was nowhere to be found.

‘kento-‘

‘what kind of a game are you trying to play, my girl?’ he slowly backs you up towards the bed, the back of your knee hitting the mattress.

he kisses the palm of your hand, making your eyes flutter shut.

you flop down and your back hits the mattress, as he bends down to your eye level ‘what you sent before? it was pretty risky move sweetheart. do you know i was at a team meeting when you decided to send me that little video of yours?’ he smiles, but it just sent shivers down your spine.

more precisely, to your cunt. which was already clenching around absolutely nothing.

he traps your body as he hovers over you with his leg on either side of your frame ‘did you darling?’ his hands cup your cheeks lovingly, as he feels you lean into his touch.

‘no ken, i didn’t know’ you breathe out.

a small chuckle leaves his lips as his thumb traces your skin ‘of course you didn’t baby. had to excuse myself to the bathroom because of what you did’ he leaned down to brush his nose against yours.

your hands reach up to wrap themselves around his neck, as you anticipated his next move.

you bury your face into his neck, sighing contently.

he pulls away just slightly, to admire you.

‘and fuck me darling, just look at you, all mine’ his hands slid up your thigh, parting them. ‘missed me so much your cunt started thinking for you’ he spoke, as his fingers slowly moved up and down your inner thigh, causing a shudder to role through you.

you could feel your pussy quiver. your clit throbbing with need, as he let his hands roam free.

‘kento-! please baby, i missed you so much, please ‘m begging you, do something!’ you whine, hands catching his wrist to position them against where exactly you needed him.

his fingers barely grazed your cunt but he could feel how wet you were already.

‘i missed you too darling. missed you so much you were all i thought about at work. left you unattended for a long time didn’t i? and that’s why you had to stoop so low to get my attention’ he murmured, leaning down to lick a stripe up your neck.

your breath hitches at his words and you’re writhing, whining incoherently. you try to buck your hip upward, wanting him to know just how much you needed him.

a small scoff left his lips ‘patience darling, patience’ he whispers, hands holding your hips down.

his fingers trace your cunt, taking their time, teasing you, making this borderline painful. you look at him with pleading eyes ‘ken, don’t do this, not now. i need you in me kento, i feel like i’m going crazy- agh’ you whimper when you feel him press his thumb down softly on your throbbing clit.

your hips seem to have a mind of their own and if it weren’t for his hands holding them down, they would be full on grinding against his hands.

his thumb slowly but surely rub your clit in circles, eliciting whimpers after whimpers out of you. it lasted for merely a few seconds that you weren’t even sure if he did touch you.

‘so fucking beautiful my girl’ he’s on his knees now, lips pressing dizzying kisses to your inner thighs.

‘how badly do you want me?’ he looks up at you from between your legs and for a second, you’re lost. you felt him everywhere. his hands, his cologne, his body, it was all too overwhelming.

‘so fucking bad ken’ tears sting at your eyes from the build up tension, your fingers tightening their hold on the sheets.

‘oh yeah?’ he taunts and you can hear the smirk in his tone. the glint in his eyes has you folded.

one of his hand smoothes over your stomach ‘do you want me deep in here? want me split you open on this cock? cum in you so hard you feel me dripping for days?’ his words were vulgar and had you squirming.

you feel the kisses slowly turn to nibbles then turned to biting. your thighs instinctively try to close around his neck but fail because the man has shoulders broad that could break you if he wanted to.

his kisses travel upward, to your stomach, up to your neck where they turn shades of blue and purple and red. it feels like forever when he finally reaches your lips. he eyes take in the state you’re in, as he leans down to press a kiss to your awaiting lips.

this is what you wished for the last few weeks. this is what you’ve been wanting for the last few weeks. this is what you hoped would happen when you sent that video to him. and now, you’re finally getting it. your body physically sags in relief.

but his lips never meet yours, in fact, the weight on top of your body was no longer there.

your eyes shoot open and you see him getting off the bed, adjusting his shirt.

‘kento? what’re you doing..? we aren’t finished’ you pant, head buzzing from all the adrenaline.

he turns to you and offers you a million watt smile ‘you seriously think you deserve it after that little stunt you pulled? sorry sweetheart but no’ he starts folding his sleeves.

‘what..?’ you’re unable to comprehend anything he’s saying.

‘i mean that you’re gonna have to wait a little bit longer for your husband to turn off his work mode’ he leans down to squish your cheeks together, making you pucker up as he plants a wet kiss on to your lips ‘be a good girl and wait for me. i’ll be back to take care of you, okay darling? gotta head back to work now’ he throws in casually.

‘what- but you- ‘ts not fair kento. you can’t leave it unfinished’ you stutter, because what else can you decipher from all this ‘i want you so bad, i need-‘

‘no, what’s not fair is you making me hard during a presentation sweetheart, so i guess we’re both on the same page’ he smirks before heading out of your shared bedroom.

(rblog rblog rblog. only if you want to🐸🤘🏼)

[torubeth]

his face contorts into that of annoyance ‘what’re you doing’ he deadpans.

‘nothing! just sitting on my boyfriend’s lap, why?’ you smile at him.

he narrows his eyes at you ‘nothing good will come out of you sitting on my lap, get off’ he grunts but makes no move to push you off.

‘fine- but can i have my kisses first?’ you look at him eagerly.

‘no. off’

‘ryooo you can’t deprive me of my right to kisses’ you whine, cupping his face.

‘how long are you gonna be up my ass for this?’

‘i have nothing to do so…all day?’ you shrug.

he lets out an exasperated sigh ‘fucking fine, but just one kiss alright?’

‘no. i want five kisses’

‘that’s five too many kisses’

‘ryooo’ you whine, giving him your best puppy eyes.

‘don’t. and what an odd fucking request’

‘so is that a yes?’

he doesn’t respond but gives a begrudging hum.

you don’t hesitate as you dive into getting your what’s yours.

first your lips land on his forehead, then on his nose to which he scrunches, followed by his two cheeks and finally his lips where you part with an audible mwah!

pretending to hate every single second of it, he lifts you by your thigh and throws you onto the couch.

‘gremlin’ he mutters earning a laugh from you.

‘wait, can you get a wet towel for me to wipe the table with? it’s dusty’

‘no’ he says but gets up nonetheless and heads to the bathroom.

you sit up quickly and wait for him to be back.

inside the bathroom, sukuna grabs a towel and goes to the sink to wet it under the water.

his eyes lift to the mirror above before he does a double take.

they were everywhere. your lip prints. and they were red. every place you kissed left behind a red lip print.

‘brat!’ he yells, storming out the bathroom to find you in a fit of giggles.

‘what’s this?’ he questions, pointing to his face.

‘my love for you’ his eyebrow twitches, but you just smile at him.

he tsks as he sits next to you ‘i didn’t get the towel’ he mumbles.

‘it’s ok, i didn’t want it. just wanted you to see yourself in the mirror’ you chuckle.

you hear him mutter annoying brat under his breadth.

grumbling, he grabs you and sets you back on his lap ‘don’t fucking half ass it then, you missed a few spots’

(rblog if you fw soft!ryo🤘🏼)

[torubeth]

such a tease! (mature content 18+)

warnings : fem!reader, edging??? kento’s filthy mouth hehehehehe oh and minors do not fucking interact!

read. he left you on read!

all that and he just leaves you..hanging?

you pace the length of your room back and forth, biting your lip to physically stop yourself from screaming. maybe you shouldn’t have sent it, maybe you should’ve waited at least until he got back home, maybe..

taking a deep breath, you pull up the chat box to see if he had replied to your previous text but nope, no new messages, and the sinking feeling in your stomach only grew.

the past few weeks have been rough to say the least, on both of you, due to the fact that he’s been working nonstop to crack a new deal. he leaves before you wake up and only returns after you’ve gone to sleep.

you missed him, you just wanted your husband back. on days when you stayed up late and waited for him, your heart broke seeing him walk through the door.

hooded eyes surrounded by dark circles, tousled hair, crooked tie, and yet he still manages a small smile when he sees you..

it didn’t feel right to go bother him for your selfish desires when he came back home, all tired and bashed up from work.

everyday was torture, and that is what pushed you to do what you did.

it wasn’t planned, not at all. you headed to your room to put the clean clothes away when a certain blue shirt caught your eye within the pile. the same blue shirt kento always wore and had a weird attachment to.

as you’re putting his shirt on, you are anything but surprised at how much bigger than you your husband is. the shirt reaches far below your knee and the sleeves are dangling off at your sides.

first you just missed the feel of him, the time you spent together, the slow mornings, then came the pivoting arousal from thinking about his fingers in you.

your hands clutch at the sheets and your toes curl as you try to imagine what he’d do to you if he were here right now.

you let yourself indulge in your daydream a bit more before you decide to send a sweet little message to your husband.

you’re in nothing but his shirt, as your fingers achingly traced your cunt sending a jolt of excitement to course through you.

you hit the play button, and start to complain about how your fingers were no match for his, about how you can never cum if it was never because of him, about how much you missed him.

but that was almost an hour ago, and he left you on read. this resulted in you coming up with the worst possible scenarios.

did you send it while he was at a meeting? was someone nearby? what if he was busy and-

you take a deep breath, gather yourself and settle into your bed. your eyes travel to the wall clock and there was still hours until he returned home. this caused you to have an internal turmoil.

lost in thought, you failed to hear the main door open. and then, the door to your bedroom slams open, revealing your husband.

you jump up from your position, startled ‘kento? what’re you doing here-‘ your fingers frantically advance to buttoning up your his shirt.

your words die on your tongue as he all but took barely three strides to tower over you. his usual soft eyes were long gone, replaced by something feral. his chest heaved up and down, his hands now wrapped around yours to stop you from doing what you were doing.

your mouth went dry and the confidence you had earlier when sending the video was nowhere to be found.

‘kento-‘

‘what kind of a game are you trying to play, my girl?’ he slowly backs you up towards the bed, the back of your knee hitting the mattress.

he kisses the palm of your hand, making your eyes flutter shut.

you flop down and your back hits the mattress, as he bends down to your eye level ‘what you sent before? it was pretty risky move sweetheart. do you know i was at a team meeting when you decided to send me that little video of yours?’ he smiles, but it just sent shivers down your spine.

more precisely, to your cunt. which was already clenching around absolutely nothing.

he traps your body as he hovers over you with his leg on either side of your frame ‘did you darling?’ his hands cup your cheeks lovingly, as he feels you lean into his touch.

‘no ken, i didn’t know’ you breathe out.

a small chuckle leaves his lips as his thumb traces your skin ‘of course you didn’t baby. had to excuse myself to the bathroom because of what you did’ he leaned down to brush his nose against yours.

your hands reach up to wrap themselves around his neck, as you anticipated his next move.

you bury your face into his neck, sighing contently.

he pulls away just slightly, to admire you.

‘and fuck me darling, just look at you, all mine’ his hands slid up your thigh, parting them. ‘missed me so much your cunt started thinking for you’ he spoke, as his fingers slowly moved up and down your inner thigh, causing a shudder to role through you.

you could feel your pussy quiver. your clit throbbing with need, as he let his hands roam free.

‘kento-! please baby, i missed you so much, please ‘m begging you, do something!’ you whine, hands catching his wrist to position them against where exactly you needed him.

his fingers barely grazed your cunt but he could feel how wet you were already.

‘i missed you too darling. missed you so much you were all i thought about at work. left you unattended for a long time didn’t i? and that’s why you had to stoop so low to get my attention’ he murmured, leaning down to lick a stripe up your neck.

your breath hitches at his words and you’re writhing, whining incoherently. you try to buck your hip upward, wanting him to know just how much you needed him.

a small scoff left his lips ‘patience darling, patience’ he whispers, hands holding your hips down.

his fingers trace your cunt, taking their time, teasing you, making this borderline painful. you look at him with pleading eyes ‘ken, don’t do this, not now. i need you in me kento, i feel like i’m going crazy- agh’ you whimper when you feel him press his thumb down softly on your throbbing clit.

your hips seem to have a mind of their own and if it weren’t for his hands holding them down, they would be full on grinding against his hands.

his thumb slowly but surely rub your clit in circles, eliciting whimpers after whimpers out of you. it lasted for merely a few seconds that you weren’t even sure if he did touch you.

‘so fucking beautiful my girl’ he’s on his knees now, lips pressing dizzying kisses to your inner thighs.

‘how badly do you want me?’ he looks up at you from between your legs and for a second, you’re lost. you felt him everywhere. his hands, his cologne, his body, it was all too overwhelming.

‘so fucking bad ken’ tears sting at your eyes from the build up tension, your fingers tightening their hold on the sheets.

‘oh yeah?’ he taunts and you can hear the smirk in his tone. the glint in his eyes has you folded.

one of his hand smoothes over your stomach ‘do you want me deep in here? want me split you open on this cock? cum in you so hard you feel me dripping for days?’ his words were vulgar and had you squirming.

you feel the kisses slowly turn to nibbles then turned to biting. your thighs instinctively try to close around his neck but fail because the man has shoulders broad that could break you if he wanted to.

his kisses travel upward, to your stomach, up to your neck where they turn shades of blue and purple and red. it feels like forever when he finally reaches your lips. he eyes take in the state you’re in, as he leans down to press a kiss to your awaiting lips.

this is what you wished for the last few weeks. this is what you’ve been wanting for the last few weeks. this is what you hoped would happen when you sent that video to him. and now, you’re finally getting it. your body physically sags in relief.

but his lips never meet yours, in fact, the weight on top of your body was no longer there.

your eyes shoot open and you see him getting off the bed, adjusting his shirt.

‘kento? what’re you doing..? we aren’t finished’ you pant, head buzzing from all the adrenaline.

he turns to you and offers you a million watt smile ‘you seriously think you deserve it after that little stunt you pulled? sorry sweetheart but no’ he starts folding his sleeves.

‘what..?’ you’re unable to comprehend anything he’s saying.

‘i mean that you’re gonna have to wait a little bit longer for your husband to turn off his work mode’ he leans down to squish your cheeks together, making you pucker up as he plants a wet kiss on to your lips ‘be a good girl and wait for me. i’ll be back to take care of you, okay darling? gotta head back to work now’ he throws in casually.

‘what- but you- ‘ts not fair kento. you can’t leave it unfinished’ you stutter, because what else can you decipher from all this ‘i want you so bad, i need-‘

‘no, what’s not fair is you making me hard during a presentation sweetheart, so i guess we’re both on the same page’ he smirks before heading out of your shared bedroom.

(rblog rblog rblog. only if you want to🐸🤘🏼)

[torubeth]

just as you’re about to enter the kitchen, you feel a solid grip on your shoulder.

‘what job does your ass have in the kitchen at-‘ he tilts his head towards the clock ‘at 11 fucking pm?’ his eyebrows are raised, his face full of questions.

‘i’m just gonna go fix myself something to eat’ you reply.

‘i just fed you an hour ago you gremlin’ his face scrunches.

‘i know ryo and i love you for that, but i’m still hungry’ you pout.

unbelievable.

he just wants to sleep (possibly cuddle with you) so why are you ruining it for him?

and “fix yourself something to eat?” don’t make him laugh, that’s his job.

inhaling his frustration, he struts into the kitchen, and opens the fridge to pick out a few items ‘i should charge you for the things you make me do’ he glares at you as he puts on his “chef@work, do not disturb” apron.

‘but you love it when i make you do stuff for me’

that, he cannot argue with.

a few minutes pass by and the smell of whatever he’s cooking, fills the air.

‘ryo how much longer!? ‘m starving. you can even hear my stomach grumble’

he stops mid stirring as he sets down his spatula, and turns to you with a glare-

‘i don’t fucking recommend it but try cooking for once before you run your mouth. brat’ he rolls his eyes.

you giggle at this, knowing that the world may come to an end before the sukuna lets you anywhere near his kitchen.

yeah no, as long as you’re tied to him (which is forever) you’re gonna eat what only he cooks.

as hunger takes over your rational thinking, you waddle into the kitchen, your hands wrapping him from behind as you plant a kiss on his back.

‘you have amazing back muscles, has anyone ever told you that?’ you squeeze them to prove your point.

‘get your grubby hands off of me you freak! and here, eat this and get your ass to bed’ he says as he hands you a plate.

you take it to the table and settle down, ready to delve into the food.

shoving a spoonful of it into your mouth ‘mhmmm! oh my god- this tastes so good ryo!’ you look at him.

‘i bet, and chew your goddamn food properly’ he tsks, finger reaching out to wipe off the sauce at the corner of your mouth.

yeah he’s sleepy, but he’d never let you go to bed hungry.

(rblog if you find chefs hawt🍜🤘🏼)

[torubeth]

such a tease! (mature content 18+)

warnings : fem!reader, kento’s filthy mouth hehehehehe oh and minors do not fucking interact!

read. he left you on read!

all that and he just leaves you..hanging?

you pace the length of your room back and forth, biting your lip to physically stop yourself from screaming. maybe you shouldn’t have sent it, maybe you should’ve waited at least until he got back home, maybe..

taking a deep breath, you pull up the chat box to see if he had replied to your previous text but nope, no new messages, and the sinking feeling in your stomach only grew.

the past few weeks have been rough to say the least, on both of you, due to the fact that he’s been working nonstop to crack a new deal. he leaves before you wake up and only returns after you’ve gone to sleep.

you missed him, you just wanted your husband back. on days when you stayed up late and waited for him, your heart broke seeing him walk through the door.

hooded eyes surrounded by dark circles, tousled hair, crooked tie, and yet he still manages a small smile when he sees you..

it didn’t feel right to go bother him for your selfish desires when he came back home, all tired and bashed up from work.

everyday was torture, and that is what pushed you to do what you did.

it wasn’t planned, not at all. you headed to your room to put the clean clothes away when a certain blue shirt caught your eye within the pile. the same blue shirt kento always wore and had a weird attachment to.

as you’re putting his shirt on, you are anything but surprised at how much bigger than you your husband is. the shirt reaches far below your knee and the sleeves are dangling off at your sides.

first you just missed the feel of him, the time you spent together, the slow mornings, then came the pivoting arousal from thinking about his fingers in you.

your hands clutch at the sheets and your toes curl as you try to imagine what he’d do to you if he were here right now.

you let yourself indulge in your daydream a bit more before you decide to send a sweet little message to your husband.

you’re in nothing but his shirt, as your fingers achingly traced your cunt sending a jolt of excitement to course through you.

you hit the play button, and start to complain about how your fingers were no match for his, about how you can never cum if it was never because of him, about how much you missed him.

but that was almost an hour ago, and he left you on read. this resulted in you coming up with the worst possible scenarios.

did you send it while he was at a meeting? was someone nearby? what if he was busy and-

you take a deep breath, gather yourself and settle into your bed. your eyes travel to the wall clock and there was still hours until he returned home. this caused you to have an internal turmoil.

lost in thought, you failed to hear the main door open. and then, the door to your bedroom slams open, revealing your husband.

you jump up from your position, startled ‘kento? what’re you doing here-‘ your fingers frantically advance to buttoning up your his shirt.

your words die on your tongue as he all but took barely three strides to tower over you. his usual soft eyes were long gone, replaced by something feral. his chest heaved up and down, his hands now wrapped around yours to stop you from doing what you were doing.

your mouth went dry and the confidence you had earlier when sending the video was nowhere to be found.

‘kento-‘

‘what kind of a game are you trying to play, my girl?’ he slowly backs you up towards the bed, the back of your knee hitting the mattress.

he kisses the palm of your hand, making your eyes flutter shut.

you flop down and your back hits the mattress, as he bends down to your eye level ‘what you sent before? it was pretty risky move sweetheart. do you know i was at a team meeting when you decided to send me that little video of yours?’ he smiles, but it just sent shivers down your spine.

more precisely, to your cunt. which was already clenching around absolutely nothing.

he traps your body as he hovers over you with his leg on either side of your frame ‘did you darling?’ his hands cup your cheeks lovingly, as he feels you lean into his touch.

‘no ken, i didn’t know’ you breathe out.

a small chuckle leaves his lips as his thumb traces your skin ‘of course you didn’t baby. had to excuse myself to the bathroom because of what you did’ he leaned down to brush his nose against yours.

your hands reach up to wrap themselves around his neck, as you anticipated his next move.

you bury your face into his neck, sighing contently.

he pulls away just slightly, to admire you.

‘and fuck me darling, just look at you, all mine’ his hands slid up your thigh, parting them. ‘missed me so much your cunt started thinking for you’ he spoke, as his fingers slowly moved up and down your inner thigh, causing a shudder to role through you.

you could feel your pussy quiver. your clit throbbing with need, as he let his hands roam free.

‘kento-! please baby, i missed you so much, please ‘m begging you, do something!’ you whine, hands catching his wrist to position them against where exactly you needed him.

his fingers barely grazed your cunt but he could feel how wet you were already.

‘i missed you too darling. missed you so much you were all i thought about at work. left you unattended for a long time didn’t i? and that’s why you had to stoop so low to get my attention’ he murmured, leaning down to lick a stripe up your neck.

your breath hitches at his words and you’re writhing, whining incoherently. you try to buck your hip upward, wanting him to know just how much you needed him.

a small scoff left his lips ‘patience darling, patience’ he whispers, hands holding your hips down.

his fingers trace your cunt, taking their time, teasing you, making this borderline painful. you look at him with pleading eyes ‘ken, don’t do this, not now. i need you in me kento, i feel like i’m going crazy- agh’ you whimper when you feel him press his thumb down softly on your throbbing clit.

your hips seem to have a mind of their own and if it weren’t for his hands holding them down, they would be full on grinding against his hands.

his thumb slowly but surely rub your clit in circles, eliciting whimpers after whimpers out of you. it lasted for merely a few seconds that you weren’t even sure if he did touch you.

‘so fucking beautiful my girl’ he’s on his knees now, lips pressing dizzying kisses to your inner thighs.

‘how badly do you want me?’ he looks up at you from between your legs and for a second, you’re lost. you felt him everywhere. his hands, his cologne, his body, it was all too overwhelming.

‘so fucking bad ken’ tears sting at your eyes from the build up tension, your fingers tightening their hold on the sheets.

‘oh yeah?’ he taunts and you can hear the smirk in his tone. the glint in his eyes has you folded.

one of his hand smoothes over your stomach ‘do you want me deep in here? want me split you open on this cock? cum in you so hard you feel me dripping for days?’ his words were vulgar and had you squirming.

you feel the kisses slowly turn to nibbles then turned to biting. your thighs instinctively try to close around his neck but fail because the man has shoulders broad that could break you if he wanted to.

his kisses travel upward, to your stomach, up to your neck where they turn shades of blue and purple and red. it feels like forever when he finally reaches your lips. he eyes take in the state you’re in, as he leans down to press a kiss to your awaiting lips.

this is what you wished for the last few weeks. this is what you’ve been wanting for the last few weeks. this is what you hoped would happen when you sent that video to him. and now, you’re finally getting it. your body physically sags in relief.

but his lips never meet yours, in fact, the weight on top of your body was no longer there.

your eyes shoot open and you see him getting off the bed, adjusting his shirt.

‘kento? what’re you doing..? we aren’t finished’ you pant, head buzzing from all the adrenaline.

he turns to you and offers you a million watt smile ‘you seriously think you deserve it after that little stunt you pulled? sorry sweetheart but no’ he starts folding his sleeves.

‘what..?’ you’re unable to comprehend anything he’s saying.

‘i mean that you’re gonna have to wait a little bit longer for your husband to turn off his work mode’ he leans down to squish your cheeks together, making you pucker up as he plants a wet kiss on to your lips ‘be a good girl and wait for me. i’ll be back to take care of you, okay darling? gotta head back to work now’ he throws in casually.

‘what- but you- ‘ts not fair kento. you can’t leave it unfinished’ you stutter, because what else can you decipher from all this ‘i want you so bad, i need-‘

‘no, what’s not fair is you making me hard during a presentation sweetheart, so i guess we’re both on the same page’ he smirks before heading out of your shared bedroom.

(rblog rblog rblog. only if you want to🐸🤘🏼)

[torubeth]

such a tease! (mature content 18+)

warnings : fem!reader, edging??? kento’s filthy mouth hehehehehe oh and minors do not fucking interact!

read. he left you on read!

all that and he just leaves you..hanging?

you pace the length of your room back and forth, biting your lip to physically stop yourself from screaming. maybe you shouldn’t have sent it, maybe you should’ve waited at least until he got back home, maybe..

taking a deep breath, you pull up the chat box to see if he had replied to your previous text but nope, no new messages, and the sinking feeling in your stomach only grew.

the past few weeks have been rough to say the least, on both of you, due to the fact that he’s been working nonstop to crack a new deal. he leaves before you wake up and only returns after you’ve gone to sleep.

you missed him, you just wanted your husband back. on days when you stayed up late and waited for him, your heart broke seeing him walk through the door.

hooded eyes surrounded by dark circles, tousled hair, crooked tie, and yet he still manages a small smile when he sees you..

it didn’t feel right to go bother him for your selfish desires when he came back home, all tired and bashed up from work.

everyday was torture, and that is what pushed you to do what you did.

it wasn’t planned, not at all. you headed to your room to put the clean clothes away when a certain blue shirt caught your eye within the pile. the same blue shirt kento always wore and had a weird attachment to.

as you’re putting his shirt on, you are anything but surprised at how much bigger than you your husband is. the shirt reaches far below your knee and the sleeves are dangling off at your sides.

first you just missed the feel of him, the time you spent together, the slow mornings, then came the pivoting arousal from thinking about his fingers in you.

your hands clutch at the sheets and your toes curl as you try to imagine what he’d do to you if he were here right now.

you let yourself indulge in your daydream a bit more before you decide to send a sweet little message to your husband.

you’re in nothing but his shirt, as your fingers achingly traced your cunt sending a jolt of excitement to course through you.

you hit the play button, and start to complain about how your fingers were no match for his, about how you can never cum if it was never because of him, about how much you missed him.

but that was almost an hour ago, and he left you on read. this resulted in you coming up with the worst possible scenarios.

did you send it while he was at a meeting? was someone nearby? what if he was busy and-

you take a deep breath, gather yourself and settle into your bed. your eyes travel to the wall clock and there was still hours until he returned home. this caused you to have an internal turmoil.

lost in thought, you failed to hear the main door open. and then, the door to your bedroom slams open, revealing your husband.

you jump up from your position, startled ‘kento? what’re you doing here-‘ your fingers frantically advance to buttoning up your his shirt.

your words die on your tongue as he all but took barely three strides to tower over you. his usual soft eyes were long gone, replaced by something feral. his chest heaved up and down, his hands now wrapped around yours to stop you from doing what you were doing.

your mouth went dry and the confidence you had earlier when sending the video was nowhere to be found.

‘kento-‘

‘what kind of a game are you trying to play, my girl?’ he slowly backs you up towards the bed, the back of your knee hitting the mattress.

he kisses the palm of your hand, making your eyes flutter shut.

you flop down and your back hits the mattress, as he bends down to your eye level ‘what you sent before? it was pretty risky move sweetheart. do you know i was at a team meeting when you decided to send me that little video of yours?’ he smiles, but it just sent shivers down your spine.

more precisely, to your cunt. which was already clenching around absolutely nothing.

he traps your body as he hovers over you with his leg on either side of your frame ‘did you darling?’ his hands cup your cheeks lovingly, as he feels you lean into his touch.

‘no ken, i didn’t know’ you breathe out.

a small chuckle leaves his lips as his thumb traces your skin ‘of course you didn’t baby. had to excuse myself to the bathroom because of what you did’ he leaned down to brush his nose against yours.

your hands reach up to wrap themselves around his neck, as you anticipated his next move.

you bury your face into his neck, sighing contently.

he pulls away just slightly, to admire you.

‘and fuck me darling, just look at you, all mine’ his hands slid up your thigh, parting them. ‘missed me so much your cunt started thinking for you’ he spoke, as his fingers slowly moved up and down your inner thigh, causing a shudder to role through you.

you could feel your pussy quiver. your clit throbbing with need, as he let his hands roam free.

‘kento-! please baby, i missed you so much, please ‘m begging you, do something!’ you whine, hands catching his wrist to position them against where exactly you needed him.

his fingers barely grazed your cunt but he could feel how wet you were already.

‘i missed you too darling. missed you so much you were all i thought about at work. left you unattended for a long time didn’t i? and that’s why you had to stoop so low to get my attention’ he murmured, leaning down to lick a stripe up your neck.

your breath hitches at his words and you’re writhing, whining incoherently. you try to buck your hip upward, wanting him to know just how much you needed him.

a small scoff left his lips ‘patience darling, patience’ he whispers, hands holding your hips down.

his fingers trace your cunt, taking their time, teasing you, making this borderline painful. you look at him with pleading eyes ‘ken, don’t do this, not now. i need you in me kento, i feel like i’m going crazy- agh’ you whimper when you feel him press his thumb down softly on your throbbing clit.

your hips seem to have a mind of their own and if it weren’t for his hands holding them down, they would be full on grinding against his hands.

his thumb slowly but surely rub your clit in circles, eliciting whimpers after whimpers out of you. it lasted for merely a few seconds that you weren’t even sure if he did touch you.

‘so fucking beautiful my girl’ he’s on his knees now, lips pressing dizzying kisses to your inner thighs.

‘how badly do you want me?’ he looks up at you from between your legs and for a second, you’re lost. you felt him everywhere. his hands, his cologne, his body, it was all too overwhelming.

‘so fucking bad ken’ tears sting at your eyes from the build up tension, your fingers tightening their hold on the sheets.

‘oh yeah?’ he taunts and you can hear the smirk in his tone. the glint in his eyes has you folded.

one of his hand smoothes over your stomach ‘do you want me deep in here? want me split you open on this cock? cum in you so hard you feel me dripping for days?’ his words were vulgar and had you squirming.

you feel the kisses slowly turn to nibbles then turned to biting. your thighs instinctively try to close around his neck but fail because the man has shoulders broad that could break you if he wanted to.

his kisses travel upward, to your stomach, up to your neck where they turn shades of blue and purple and red. it feels like forever when he finally reaches your lips. he eyes take in the state you’re in, as he leans down to press a kiss to your awaiting lips.

this is what you wished for the last few weeks. this is what you’ve been wanting for the last few weeks. this is what you hoped would happen when you sent that video to him. and now, you’re finally getting it. your body physically sags in relief.

but his lips never meet yours, in fact, the weight on top of your body was no longer there.

your eyes shoot open and you see him getting off the bed, adjusting his shirt.

‘kento? what’re you doing..? we aren’t finished’ you pant, head buzzing from all the adrenaline.

he turns to you and offers you a million watt smile ‘you seriously think you deserve it after that little stunt you pulled? sorry sweetheart but no’ he starts folding his sleeves.

‘what..?’ you’re unable to comprehend anything he’s saying.

‘i mean that you’re gonna have to wait a little bit longer for your husband to turn off his work mode’ he leans down to squish your cheeks together, making you pucker up as he plants a wet kiss on to your lips ‘be a good girl and wait for me. i’ll be back to take care of you, okay darling? gotta head back to work now’ he throws in casually.

‘what- but you- ‘ts not fair kento. you can’t leave it unfinished’ you stutter, because what else can you decipher from all this ‘i want you so bad, i need-‘

‘no, what’s not fair is you making me hard during a presentation sweetheart, so i guess we’re both on the same page’ he smirks before heading out of your shared bedroom.

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[torubeth]

stepping into the comfort of your home, nanami is met with a shrill cry from his four year old.

following her cry, he rushes to your room, mind cascading with the absolute worst scenarios he could walk into.

and upon opening the door, he’s met with a rather unusual atmosphere.

you sit leaning against the headboard, a smile on display whereas your daughter is crouched by the foot of the bed, a photo in hand while sobbing uncontrollably.

confusion etches a puzzled look onto his face and he steps into the room ‘hey..? what’s going on’ he asks, loosening his tie just in time for him to catch his daughter as she runs up to him.

leaning down, he picks her up and plants a small kiss onto her hairline, her small body shaking with each sob.

he hates seeing his girl cry like this.

his hands stroke her back in hopes to calm her down ‘hi angel girl, why’re you crying hmm?’ he asks.

he feels her nod a “no” into his neck.

the cries still continue and he looks to you for help. a sigh leaves your lips ‘i was showing her our wedding photos and she started crying because she wasn’t invited’ you try to hide your grimace, because in all honesty, this situation was hilarious.

‘oh’ kento says, a small smile on his face as he turns your daughter’s face towards him ‘sweet girl can you look at me? please?’ he murmurs.

his little girl lifts her head from his neck, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand ‘why was i not invited?’ she asks, her doe eyes starting to fill with tears once again.

chuckling at this, kento pats down her hair and smiles at her ‘you weren’t born yet angel, otherwise you know for sure you would’ve been there’

this seems to have consoled her a tad bit ‘really?’ she asks.

‘really’ he confirms, placing a kiss onto her cheek as he places her back on the bed, her sobs coming to an abrupt stop.

your girl has this thing where she’ll listen to anything and everything kento says. if her dad says it, it must be true.

she goes back to looking through the albums, cheeks still a bit damp and red from all that crying.

you scoff at this ‘i told her the same thing at least a 50 times, but no, she only takes your word’ you get up from the bed, walking over to him.

he pulls you in by the waist, pressing his forehead against yours ‘well, then this concludes our last week’s discussion on who her favourite is’ he smirks.

‘hmph, yeah okay’ you roll your eyes, as you feel him plant a kiss to your temple.

and suddenly-

‘you went to school together!? without me!?’ your daughter shrieks and her lips wobble, now looking at your and kento’s high school album.

oh shucks.

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[torubeth]

deciding on whether to write the most disgusting fluffy shit w my heart or write absolute filth w my cunt is gonna be the end of me frrrrrr

(new sem = more stress)

[torubeth]

adults assuming i have no parents cuz of my tattoos and piercings will never not be funny to me😀

like girl mind your damn biz😀

[torubeth]

stepping into the comfort of your home, nanami is met with a shrill cry from his four year old.

following her cry, he rushes to your room, mind cascading with the absolute worst scenarios he could walk into.

and upon opening the door, he’s met with a rather unusual atmosphere.

you sit leaning against the headboard, a smile on display whereas your daughter is crouched by the foot of the bed, a photo in hand while sobbing uncontrollably.

confusion etches a puzzled look onto his face and he steps into the room ‘hey..? what’s going on’ he asks, loosening his tie just in time for him to catch his daughter as she runs up to him.

leaning down, he picks her up and plants a small kiss onto her hairline, her small body shaking with each sob.

he hates seeing his girl cry like this.

his hands stroke her back in hopes to calm her down ‘hi angel girl, why’re you crying hmm?’ he asks.

he feels her nod a “no” into his neck.

the cries still continue and he looks to you for help. a sigh leaves your lips ‘i was showing her our wedding photos and she started crying because she wasn’t invited’ you try to hide your grimace, because in all honesty, this situation was hilarious.

‘oh’ kento says, a small smile on his face as he turns your daughter’s face towards him ‘sweet girl can you look at me? please?’ he murmurs.

his little girl lifts her head from his neck, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand ‘why was i not invited?’ she asks, her doe eyes starting to fill with tears once again.

chuckling at this, kento pats down her hair and smiles at her ‘you weren’t born yet angel, otherwise you know for sure you would’ve been there’

this seems to have consoled her a tad bit ‘really?’ she asks.

‘really’ he confirms, placing a kiss onto her cheek as he places her back on the bed, her sobs coming to an abrupt stop.

your girl has this thing where she’ll listen to anything and everything kento says. if her dad says it, it must be true.

she goes back to looking through the albums, cheeks still a bit damp and red from all that crying.

you scoff at this ‘i told her the same thing at least a 50 times, but no, she only takes your word’ you get up from the bed, walking over to him.

he pulls you in by the waist, pressing his forehead against yours ‘well, then this concludes our last week’s discussion on who her favourite is’ he smirks.

‘hmph, yeah okay’ you roll your eyes, as you feel him plant a kiss to your temple.

and suddenly-

‘you went to school together!? without me!?’ your daughter shrieks and her lips wobble, now looking at your and kento’s high school album.

oh shucks.

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[torubeth]

he picks up his phone on the first ring, ‘yes sweetheart? did you already reach? where are you?’

‘i’m almost there ken but i think i’m gonna need a minute or two to recover’

concern flooded his mind ‘recover? what happened-‘

‘i just saw the most beautiful man ever!’ you squeal through the phone.

what.

‘he’s drop dead gorgeous ken! and he’s not even doing anything, he’s just- standing there’ you sigh dreamily.

‘oh my god ken, his jaw is so chiseled i could grate cheese on it’ your squealing continues.

‘my love, what are you talking about?’

were you being serious right now? was his jaw not chiseled enough to grate cheese? was he not gorgeous?

why were you calling him, your dear boyfriend, to gush about some man guy?

‘and he’s in this light blue dress shirt which you already know is my personal weakness’

wait. oh.

just then, a small smile makes its way on to his face.

‘ken ken ken he just smiled! i think it might be my favourite smile ever! oh god, it’s so beautiful’ you’re swooning on the other side.

‘really? tell me more’ he’s full on grinning now.

‘i could go on and on but you know what? i think i’m gonna shoot my shot and ask him out. i’ll let you know how it goes later. bye, i love you’ you hang up and he has to stop himself from laughing.

he pockets his phone when sees you crossing the road to get to him.

you throw a small wave at him ‘hey, i was on my way to see my boyfriend but then i saw you and you’re just so beautifully sculpted and i decided that i’d rather spend my life with you instead. what do you say?’

‘i’ll have to ask my girlfriend about that’

clicking your tongue ‘of course a guy like you is off the market’ you feign defeat ‘but i bet i’m more prettier than her’

his eyes scan you from top to bottom ‘you’re ok i guess’

scoffing ‘gee ken thanks a lot. what’s the harm in playing along for a little bit?’ you pout, making him snicker.

you and your antics never fail to amuse him.

you feel his arms wrap around you then and pull you to his chest as you melt into him.

‘i’m not lying. my girl is the prettiest’ he says.

‘and i wasn’t either, you really do have a jaw for grating cheese’

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[torubeth]

just older bf nanami.. mdni

nanami always has a hair tie around his wrist for you. always.

you’re in the car and want to roll down the windows but are scared it’s gonna mess with your hair? he’s handing you one the next second.

you’re rummaging through your bag for that one stray hair tie you know for sure is in there when running late for work? he’s slipping into his shoes while handing you one.

you love how prepared he is. always making every minor inconvenience easy on you. and it’s only right he knows that right? he should know how much you appreciate him.

‘lemme take care of you ken’ you whisper, getting on your knees, looking up at him slyly ‘you always do such a wonderful job taking care of me, now it’s my turn’

he grunt, breadths uneven as his hands strain against the counter ‘just doing my job, darling’ his voice drops down to an octave as your fingers work on his belt.

‘oh and before that, i think you might need this my love’ he says before rolling up his sleeve to retrieve a hair tie for you <333

[torubeth]

you loathe mondays. it indicates the start of another week and your mind’s already filled with all the things you need to get done.

but that’s all forgotten when you enter the kitchen to find your husband cooking breakfast in nothing but a pair of sweats.

‘oh. my. god’ now that’s a sight for sore eyes.

he turns around at the sound of your voice and instantly, there’s a smile on his face ‘good morning my love, sleep well?’ kento asks, his arms outstretched.

‘it’s a good morning indeed. you just blessed my eyes kento’ you swoon, as you go up to hug him.

‘blessed?’ he leans down to kiss your forehead, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear.

‘yes, blessed! you’re so beautiful kento’ you gush, tiptoeing to kiss him on the cheek.

was it the compliment? or the kiss? he didn’t know but nonetheless, he turned red.

‘you’re too much, you know that’ he rolls his eyes.

‘god forbid a woman appreciates her husband’ now you roll your eyes.

he just laughs as he turns to off the stove.

‘ugh! my husband is so handsome, can you give us a 360?’ you ask.

‘us? there’s only you my girl’ he bemuses.

‘yes, us. you know, for the invisible cameras’ you gesture around as you step back a little, looking at him expectantly.

he shakes his a head a little ‘you’re not gonna give up are you?’ he asks, knowing full well you won’t.

‘nope. now c’mon, give us a once over’ you say as you cup your mouth.

a small sigh leaves his mouth,

leaning off the counter, he straightens to his full height and gives a small spin, head bending a little to bow.

‘oooooo! i love how your muscles just pop and and your shoulders are just so on point and good god, i love you’ you squeal.

‘honestly darling, the things you make me do’ he grabs you by the waist, lips almost touching yours.

‘i’m just admiring my husband’ you defend, as you reach up to press your lips to his.

a small laugh erupts from his chest ‘thank you baby, but look at the time, we better get going’ he strokes your hair.

‘one more minute, i won’t get to see you when we leave for work’ you pout.

he just smiles, his hands tightening around you.

‘oh and ken? please don’t wear clothes anymore’ you suggest, earning a small smack on the back as he pushes you out of the kitchen.