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he came home late again. tie loosened, shoulders tight. you glance towards him, your soft eyes already reading him. you didn’t ask how work went. you could see it in the way he dropped his briefcase, like it hurt to hold on to anything.
“rough night?” you asked gently, hands already reaching to slip the jacket from his shoulders. he gave a soft grunt in response, but didn’t stop you. he let you undress him bit by bit like your daily ritual.
you pressed a kiss to his sternum through the fabric of his shirt, and felt the tension through his heated skin.
“let me make you feel good,” you said quietly, barely above a whisper.
he blinked at you, caught off guard, brows pulling together like he didn’t quite understand.
“what… like tea?” he asked, voice scratchy.
you smiled, a little amused. “not exactly.”
and then your fingers moved to his tie. slow, teasing. you loosened it with practiced ease, tugging it free while holding his gaze, and something shifted in his expression. something warmer. hungrier. still hesitant.
“you’re always taking care of me,” you said, voice low as you slipped the tie from around his neck. “but tonight… let me be good for you.”
he watched you with that quiet reverence you’d come to know so well, but there was something else beneath it now. something uncertain, something shy. maybe even guilt.
“i don’t want to use you like that,” he murmured. “you’re too precious.”
you stepped closer, guiding his hands to your hips, brushing your lips along the curve of his jaw.
“then don’t think of it like using me,” you whispered. “think of it like letting me show you how much i am grateful for you.”
he exhaled, like he couldn’t hold it in any longer.
his fingers tensed on your hips and he was trying to stay composed. trying to protect you from the roughness of his exhaustion.
“you’re too sweet for this,” he murmured again, brows furrowed as he looked down at you. “i don’t want to be rough with you just because i had a bad day.”
you tilted your head, thumb brushing the line of his jaw. “then don’t be rough,” you whispered. “just let yourself feel. you don’t always have to carry everything.”
his breath hitched, and you could see the hesitation flicker in his eyes. your lips grazed his throat, and you gently pulled him toward the couch by the loosened tie, his body following like instinct.
you guided him down, straddling him with soft pressure, letting your skirt slide up as you settled into his lap. he swallowed hard, his hands hovering just above your thighs, his usual gentleness transforming into hesitation.
“you’ve taken care of me so many times,” you said, voice soft and slow as you rocked your hips over the growing heat between you. “it’s my turn. let me help you fall apart a little.”
he let out a shaky breath, hands finally settling on your waist. his hands are big, warm, veined and strong, but still hesitant.
“princess…” he whispered, all breathy and half-wrecked.
you smiled at the nickname, and slid your lips down to his neck. the grind of your body against his was subtle but persistent, enough to pull a low sound from his throat. a whimper he would typically try to swallow down.
his grip tightened, and you could feel the heat rolling off him, could feel how hard he was already beneath you.
“i shouldn’t,” he said, voice tight. “you’re being so good. you’re so pure, i should have more control.”
you cupped his face, made him look at you. “being good doesn’t mean holding back,” you said. “it means giving my man what he needs.”
his head fell back against the couch with a soft, frustrated groan. you kissed down his chest as you slowly undid the buttons of his shirt.
he watched you from beneath heavy lids, shirt half open, chest rising with unsteady breath as you slid down between his knees. something instinctive and protective was triggered at that sight, but he didn’t stop you. not when you looked up at him like that, wide-eyed and eager, hands resting gently on his thighs.
you were already so warm, so happy to please. your little fingers worked open his belt with careful slowness.
“you don’t have to…” he started, voice rough, but cut off when your lips pressed to his hipbone. “princess…”
your eyes fluttered up to meet his, lashes wet already from emotion. he could barely breathe. you looked so sweet, kneeling between his legs like that, fingers curled around the waistband of his pants with a softness that felt almost holy.
“i want to,” you whispered. “you’ve been holding so much in. let me help.”
he reached forward, his hand slipping into your hair gently. “you’re so good,” he murmured, thumb stroking the side of your face. “such a good little one for me.”
his voice broke a little on it, like the pleasure was already too much from just watching. you freed his cock, hard and aching in your hand, as he let out a soft groan. his eyes fluttering shut for a second as his head dropped back.
the contrast of your small hand, your warm breath, your lips so plush and delicate as they wrapped around the head of his cock. it drove him insane.
“god,” he breathed, hips twitching before he caught himself. “slow…”
but you didn’t stop.
you let your tongue glide along the vein on his underside, took him deeper in soft, wet pulses, the stretch making your eyes water. and you just kept going, that sweet little whimper in your throat turning him inside out.
he looked down at the sight of you having your mouth full of him, tears gathering in your lashes and one hand between your thighs like you couldn’t help yourself. it nearly pushed him to the edge.
“you’re really not shy today,” he groaned, a broken little laugh escaping. “look at you… you like being good like this, don’t you?”
you nodded, lips wrapped around him, humming softly in response.
his hands tightened in your hair, every vein in his arms straining as he fought not to buck into your mouth. but when he felt that hot warmth low in his stomach, the one he knew would snap too fast, he gasped, “wait, wait. come here. i want to feel you. need to feel you.”
and when you climbed into his lap, flushed and slick and smiling through your own need, he whispered against your lips, “ride me, princess.”
you settled into his lap again, your bare thighs brushing against the rough fabric of his slacks as your knees framed his hips. your breath hitched when you felt the weight of him beneath you, hot and hard and twitching against your soaked cunt.
he leaned in, kissed your shoulder. his voice was low, wrecked.
“you’re already so wet for me,” his hands sliding down to your waist and tightening. “you were touching yourself while your mouth was on me, weren’t you? so eager to please. my sweet little one.”
you nodded, hips shifting instinctively, the tip of him catching at your entrance, making both of you gasp.
“let me,” he whispered, guiding you carefully. “want to feel you slow, want to feel everything.”
your breath caught in your throat as he aligned you, his cock sliding just barely into your soft needy cunt, stretching you with an ache that felt like delicious.
his forehead pressed to yours, his grip almost trembling.
“fuck, you feel like heaven,” he groaned, the sound pulled from the deepest part of him.
you whimpered softly, grabbing onto his shoulders and letting yourself sink down inch by inch. your walls fluttering around his thick cock as you took him in. he was heavy and hot inside you, and the stretch made your toes curl. the way he held you, the way he praised you through it, made the pleasure overflow.
“you’re doing so well for me,” he rasped, voice cracking as your hips settled fully against his. “look at you, taking me so perfectly. my good girl.”
you shivered, his praise lighting up every nerve. his hands were gripping your waist to stay composed. his jaw tight, lips parted.
“move for me, princess,” he gently instructed. “show me how good you can make me feel.”
you rocked your hips slowly and softly, each motion pressing his cock deeper, slick and hot. your breath hitching every time he brushed that sweet spot inside you that your kento knows so well.
he watched every twitch of your lashes, every bite of your lip, like you were something unreal.
“fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groaned. “so sweet for me… i don’t deserve how good you are.”
you leaned in, kissed him slow. “you do,” you whispered, riding him deeper until his cock repeatedly kisses your cervix. “and i’ll keep being good, just for you.”
he let out a strangled sound, fingers digging into your skin as he rocked up into you, meeting your rhythm. his control was slipping, hips stuttering and head tilting back as he moaned for you.
“gonna come so fast if you keep this up,” he warned through clenched teeth. “you feel too good. fuck, you’re too good.”
you trembled as the friction grew unbearable. every roll of your hips sent heated sparks through your core, and you could feel your walls fluttering around him, overstimulated and achingly full. your breath came in broken gasps, lips parting in soft whimpers, but still you moved, grinding down on him to give him exactly what he needed.
kento’s hands might leave soft bruises on your skin by now, knuckles whitening as he guided you with rough little shifts. each push of your cunt against his cock drew a needy groan from his throat. you felt his length pulse inside you, felt the way his hips stuttered beneath your weight.
“princess, please…” he whimpered, voice thick, head falling back again. “you’re so good, so wet, fuck…”
you nodded, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes from the pleasure, but you didn’t stop. you leaned forward, pressing your breasts against his chest, mindlessly grazing your palms over his broad shoulders for balance. your own core trembled around him.
“don’t stop kento, you need more…” you pathetically begged.
he cried out, short and broken, as you increased your pace. soft at first, then harder, driving yourself down on him with each thrust. your cunt clenched him in tight, fluttering pulses that threatened to send you both over the edge.
“god, you’re killing me,” he gasped, voice cracking as his hands slid up to hold your face, thumb brushing over your lower lip. “so good, so fucking perfect…”
your eyes met his. you saw the raw need, the whimpers escaping him. you rode him harder, letting the overstimulation spark through.
“i love you, i love how you make me feel.” he rasped, holding you firmly as you rode out your own tremors, his cock throbbing happily inside your sweet welcoming cunt.
with one final grind, your cunt clenched and your walls fluttered. his hips snapping tightly into you, and you collapsed forward, pressing your forehead to his. waves of pleasure rolled through you both, your bodies pulsing together in the aftermath.
you clung to him, a sweet sheen of sweat covering your soft skin. kento’s arms wrapped around you tight. your hearts are both still racing as you both came down from your high together, utterly spent.
you were still trembling when his cock slipped out with a wet sound that made you blush. the aftershocks lingered, tiny twitches in your thighs, your cunt clenching at nothing, still too tender. his hands were already soothing over your skin, grounding you.
“my girl did so well for me,” he murmured, pressing kisses to your temple, your cheek, your jaw. “i can’t believe how good you are to me.”
you smiled, dazed and glowing, eyes fluttering shut as you nuzzled into his chest. he chuckled softly at your usual shyness returning, and he tucked your hair behind your ear.
“when you said you’d take care of me, i thought you meant tea. a bath, maybe or some food.”
you giggled sleepily, letting your fingers trace lazy patterns over his chest. you shifted, wincing from the dull ache between your legs.
“easy…” he whispered, eyes searching your face. “are you alright?”
you nodded, still flushed. “a little sore. but… it’s a good sore.”
he exhaled through his nose, brushing his lips over your collarbone. “let me clean you up, my love.”
you blinked up at him, your heart somehow swelling even more. he always took care of you.
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