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Two months of dates later, you were growing impatient, due to Kento being adamant about waiting ‘for the right time’. At first, you were fine with it. You liked him, and not fucking immediately allowed your bond to develop without sex muddling things. But as the days ticked by, his self-control was becoming frustrating. In your eyes, you had gotten to know each other very well, and as much as you adored spending time with Kento, you were horny as hell. You were fantasizing about fucking him and tried to drop hints to let him know you were more than ready for things to progress. But the moment the conversation went in a raunchy direction, he steered it back to something more chaste.
As admirable as his discipline was, you were getting sick of it. Now that you were a ‘good woman,’ he seemed to respect you too much to treat you like a slut who needed a good dicking. The thought made you scowl, as his dick was a big motivator for you to change your wayward ways. He should know you didn’t mind putting out if you were horny. You’d sucked his dick less than an hour after meeting each other, after all. That should’ve told him everything he needed to know, but he made no attempts to recreate the alleyway blowjob.
The Madonna/Whore complex strikes again. As controversial as Sigmund Freud was, he was spot on with that shit. When you were on the opposing side, he had no problem manhandling you and forcing his cock down your throat, much to your delight. Now, he seemed hesitant to go past second base. The furthest you’d gotten was a steamy make-out session, which didn’t lead anywhere. After he excused himself, “Because it was late,” you drained your vibrator to relieve your horniness.
With another date due that night, you were scheming on ways to get what you wanted. You were a stubborn woman, and when you wanted something, you went for it. Right now, you wanted Kento, and you’d pull out all the stops to sway him to your way of thinking.
******
As the great poet Megan Thee Stallion once said, if you saw yourself at that moment, you'd take yourself home and engage in lascivious acts. In layman's terms, you looked fine as hell. Everything you wore was chosen to entice Kento, to appeal to his baser desires. Your red cowl neck dress revealed a tasteful amount of cleavage, flattered your figure, and showed plenty of leg. The back of the dress was lower than the front, and if you weren't careful, the string of your thong would show. Not that you cared. The skimpy panties had rhinestone and chain detailing, meant to be shown off. If the night ended right, Kento would get an eye full of it. Your hair was swept back, ensuring it wouldn’t get in the way of any adult activities, and your lips were painted crimson. One kiss and your claim on Kento would be staked.
Just as you sprayed your perfume—a pheromone scent you bought with a certain blond in mind—the doorbell rang. With one parting glance at yourself, you hurried to your front door, careful not to trip. The heels you wore made your calves look excellent, but they were a bitch to walk in. Thankfully, beyond some stumbling, you managed to arrive at the entrance unscathed. Plastering a smile on your face, you flung the door open. Your grin grew when you saw Kento, looking dapper as always in his suit and holding a plain white gift bag. He always came bearing gifts, but never flowers. The pretty plants would only die, leaving you with a mess to dispose of.
Before he could say anything, you wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his jaw. His breath caught, and with another quick peck to his cheek, you pulled away.
“What’d you bring me this time?” you asked as you stepped aside so he could enter.
His gaze fell to the tops of your breasts, and the pink tinting his cheeks made you stand a little taller. When he realized what he was doing, he cleared his throat and refocused on your face.
“You’ll have to open it and see,” he said, his eyes straying to your painted lips.
Well, he was certainly fond of tonight’s appearance. You often caught him staring, but usually, he was more subtle about it. Either your special perfume was more effective than you thought it would be, or he was ready to fuck you, at last.
Instead of pestering him with your inquiries, you took his offerings and sashayed to your coach. Kento followed, sitting as you removed the pink tissue paper to see what was inside the bag. In it lay two bottles of your favorite wine, and an array of candies you were fond of. All had been consumed during your last date, a movie night at your place.
“I drank most of the wine,” he said, reminding you of how easily he drank you under the table. After drinking a bottle of wine, he showed little sign of being tipsy. “It was only right I replaced it.”
“Such a gentlemen,” you teased.
Well, it wasn’t really teasing since it was true. Nanami Kento was the complete package, the kind of guy you’d bring home to your mother if you and her were still on speaking terms.
He chuckled. Deciding he needed a genuine ‘thank you,’ you set the bag on your coffee table and made a mental note to save the contents later.
“Thank you, baby,” you purred, planting your hand on his thigh.
You leaned over, brushing your lips over his. To your delight, he was quick to deepen it, his hands going to your waist to pull you closer. You melted into him, a gasp escaping you as he pressed his tongue into your mouth. Heat pooled in your belly as your tongues met. You grasped his blond strands and crawled onto his lap, erasing the little space that remained between you two. His hands flew to your hips, keeping you stable as your lips locked. You felt his growing cock straining against his pants, and you rocked against him. He groaned, breaking the kiss to trail his lips along your jaw.
“You look incredible,” he murmured.
A shiver ran down your spine, and a soft moan escaped your lips.
“I picked this dress just for you,” you breathed, running a hand through his hair.
His lips descended to your neck, nipping and suckling the skin there. “Did you get a new perfume?”
You grinned, breathing out a “yes,” as he continued attacking your neck. You were going to leave a 5-star review for that perfume. You thought the claims that they were ‘scientifically proven to enhance attraction,’ was bullshit, but decided to give it a go anyway.
Boy, are you glad you did.
Even once he’d finished leaving his mark on your skin, your grinding didn’t halt, the thin fabric of your panties allowing you to feel his erection pressing against your core. The friction felt good, too good for you to care that you were dry-humping him like a horny teenager.
“We have twenty minutes to get to the restaurant,” he said, his voice strained.
Despite his reminder, he made no effort to stop you, and your movements didn’t cease. You were too lost in the moment; overjoyed things had progressed this far. Only when he said your name did your haze lift. With a heavy sigh and a parting kiss, you climbed off him. The two of you sat there in silence, panting as heated glances were exchanged. An idea suddenly struck you. Getting off the couch, you kneeled before Kento, your hands quickly undoing his belt.
“Wha—”
“I’ll be quick,” you promised, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
If he insisted you stop, you would. However, you were praying he let you make him feel good, even if a blowjob was the only sexual occurrence of the night.
Progress was progress.
“We should be leaving now,” he said, though he lifted his hips and slid down his pants. “You can’t take too long.”
You threw a smirk at him, your mouth watering as his dick sprung from its confines. “You know I work fast.”
With that, you took his head into your mouth, lapping at the salty precum that oozed from his slit. Unlike your first encounter, he let you set the pace. Luckily for him, you weren't in a teasing mood. His hands flew to your head, and his deep moan was music to your ears. The sound spurred you on, and with a few more licks to his tip, you took the rest of him into your mouth. His trimmed pubes tickled your nose, his musky scent making your cunt ache. He tasted better than you remembered, adding to your zeal. Last time, he’d been in the heat of battle, his sweat adding a tang to his natural flavor. This time, he was nice and clean, allowing you to sample his true taste.
“Just like that,” he panted, his hips thrusting shallowly.
You slipped a hand between your thighs. Pulling your panties to the side, you began tracing a figure eight over your clit, the sensation making you whimper.
"Fuck, yes," he breathed, his hips bucking, and his hand tightening in your hair. "Keep going. Keep touching yourself for me."
You didn't need to be told twice. You rubbed your clit with more intensity, the pressure in your abdomen growing with every passing minute. Your moans and whimpers vibrated his shaft, the additional stimulation making his legs tremble. When you needed to come up for air, you pulled back, sucking on his cock tip and then licking the most prominent vein.
"Shit," he groaned, his dick pulsing.
You knew he was close, and you were eager to push him over the edge. So, you took him back down your throat, quickly finding your rhythm again. You bobbed your head up and down, and snaked your free hand under him, caressing his balls. Within seconds, he was calling out your name as his salty spend flooded your mouth. You gulped down his cum, the taste as delicious as you remembered.
When your mouth finished milking him, you pulled back and licked away the stray drops of cum. Once he was cleaned up, you sat back on your heels, removing your hand from between your thighs and looking up at Kento with a proud smile.
“See? I told you I’d be—”
Your words were cut off when he yanked you forward and slammed his mouth against yours. The kiss lasted mere seconds, but it was heated and sloppy, tongues entwining, teeth gnashing, and unidentifiable drool escaping. When Kento pulled away, his eyes were frenzied. He quickly switched your positions, with you on the couch and him on his knees. Grasping your thighs, he pulled you to the edge of the couch and guided your legs over his shoulder.
“Need to taste you,” he murmured as he pressed kisses along the expanse of your thighs.
Your breath hitched when his mouth found your clothed cunt.
“What about dinner?” you asked, gripping the couch as he pulled your panties to the side and licked your slit.
“Reign check on dinner.”
That was all he said before he wrapped his lips around your clit. A pathetic mewl left you as he sucked your feminine bud into his mouth, the stimulation making your eyes roll back. You were hyper-sensitive from your lack of action, your sex toys unable to compare to a hot mouth attacking your pussy. There was nothing in the world like good head, and Kento was already proving to be quite the expert.
He alternated between sucking on your clit and licking your folds, his fingers digging into your flesh to keep you still as your hips bucked. Sounds of ecstasy spilled from your lips, his technique making thoughts evaporate from your head. All you could focus on was his sinfully talented mouth, and how good it was making you feel. He’d just started, and you could already feel an orgasm building.
“Keep going,” you breathed through your moans, the pleasure coursing through you making it impossible to stay silent.
You felt him smirk against you. He obliged with your request, his tongue gliding through your slick folds while he thumbed at your clit. Your body began to shake as tension built, and you arched into him as he speared his tongue inside your sopping hole. Your hands flew to his hair as he lapped at your pussy, the expert licks making your vision flash. You ground against him, desperate for release. When he pinched your clit between his thumb and index, you lost it. You came with a cry, gushing over his tongue.
“Shit, Kento!” you cried as slick poured from your cunt, dripping down your thighs, wetting his face, and creating a mess on your couch you’d have to deal with later.
At the moment, though, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about that. Your orgasm had left your mind blank, your only thought being the blond between your legs, eagerly slurping up your juices. He wasn’t content to let you go even after your high began to fade. Instead, he switched techniques, sucking on your clit as he inserted two fingers inside you. You mewled as he curled his digits, and a tremor went through you as his tongue circled your clit. Despite the overstimulation, you’d be a lying bitch if you said it didn’t feel good.
“Fuck, wait,” you whimpered, already feeling another orgasm build.
He looked up at you, his brown eyes glimmering. When you pushed at his forehead to get a moment of reprieve, he grabbed your hands and held them down, only releasing them when you were coming again. It was more intense than the last orgasm, your vision whiting out as an incoherent shout left you. You were positive your neighbors hated you right now, but if the elderly old woman or single mother next door saw Kento, they’d understand.
As the aftershocks of your orgasm faded away, he gave some licks to your slit and thighs, cleaning away the slick that dripped down. Once he was satisfied, he pulled away.
“You taste so good,” he mumbled, giving your clit one last kiss before he stood.
A quick look at the clock revealed the two of you were supposed to be at the restaurant nearly ten minutes ago, erasing any possibility of your table being held. But when he pulled out his cock again, your appetite for food lessened.
“On your stomach,” he ordered.
You hurried to obey his words, flipping around, and arching your back. The couch dipped as Kento positioned himself behind you, one hand gripping your waist while he used the other to line his dick up with your entrance. Much to your dismay, he didn’t immediately enter you, instead dragging his tip along your slit. A small whimper left when his cockhead made contact with your swollen clit. You deepened your arch and pushed your hips back, trying to encourage him to just fuck you. Alas, it didn’t work. He just chuckled, continuing with his teasing.
“Kento, please,” you whined, uncaring how desperate you sounded.
“Let me take my time with you, darling,” he said, running a hand along your spine.
This went on for seconds longer, and before you could complain again, he started to ease into you. At first, he slid into you slowly. But once the entirety of his tip was enveloped by your cunt, he swore, his patience evaporating when he filled you in a single thrust. A cry was torn from you, drowning out his throaty groan.
“You feel so good,” he said through gritted teeth, stilling as he bottomed out. “Fuck, too good.”
His praise made your walls clench, pulling another groan from him. That was enough to get him to move, making your eyes roll back. You fisted the couch cushions, whimpers and moans spilling from you as he drove into you. You already knew Kento’s cock was a sight to behold—long, thick, veiny, and just perfect—but the feeling of him inside you was something else entirely. He filled you to the brim, stretching you out better than any man before him had. His veiny ridges rubbed against your sensitive walls, creating a mouthwatering sensation.
“Fuck!” you cried as the tip of his dick hit the spongy area deep inside of you, sending a jolt through you.
He took note of your reaction, angling his hips to ensure his cockhead would keep ramming against the sweet spot deep inside of you. His treatment had tears of pleasure pricking your eyes, and pathetic mewls leaving you.
“Look at you, taking me so well,” he crooned, gripping your hips as he pumped into you. “Doing so fucking well.”
You could only respond with a whimper, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. His grip tightened, his nails digging into your skin and leaving indents. The sound of skin hitting skin bounced off the walls, combining with the wet squelching and loud moans to create a lewd symphony. Another orgasm was building, the flurry of your stomach promising that it’d be more intense than the last two.
“Keep fucking me,” you begged, your cheeks wet with tears and sweat. You must’ve looked a mess, lipstick smeared from kisses and blowjobs, mascara running due to crying. “I’m so close!”
“Yeah?” he murmured, draping his chest over your back, his breath fanning your ear. “Are you going to come for me, love?”
Love.
Oh, you liked that.
His question had your pussy fluttering, and you pushed out a high-pitched, “Yes,” nodding frantically to punctuate your answer.
He straightened, delivering a slap to your ass, the sting making you clench around him again. A swear slipped past his lips, and he began moving faster, his cockhead slamming into the deepest part of you. Your moans increased in volume, drool trickling from your mouth. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and the feeling of his cum-filled balls slapping against your clit only fueled your pleasure. When he leaned over and bit your shoulder, the sensation set you off. Your eyes rolled back, your toes curled, and a scream erupted from you as ecstasy rippled through you.
“Fuck, shit, I’m about to cum,” Kento hissed through his teeth, his thrusts growing sloppy. “Where do you want it, love? Want me to fill you up?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, your daily blue pill letting you get creampied without worry.
A sound that was a combination of a growl and a moan left him, before hot semen shot into you, painting your walls white. He didn’t stop moving as he came, fucking his cum into you, making you whimper with each thrust. The heat of his seed was delicious, and you craved more, your mouth watering as you remembered the taste.
After some seconds, he came to a halt. Both of you were panting heavily, and your mind had been scrubbed clean of thoughts. You were only capable of savoring the lingering heat, relishing in his closeness.
It was minutes before he pulled out, and when he did, some of his cum oozed from your hole, the gooey substance sliding along your inner thighs. You heard his breath catch, before he placed two fingers on your pussy lips and spread. You squirmed as the air hit your glistening folds.
“Look at that,” he breathed, his lustful tone making heat pool in your belly. “What a sight you are.”
Two fingers glided through your cunt, collecting his cum and your slick. You turned around, your cheeks heating as you saw him hold the glistening white fingers up, before he brought them to your mouth. You opened obediently, sucking them clean and sighing in contentment at the taste.
“Good girl,” he praised, before pulling his hand away.
Before you could register what was happening, his already hard cock was entering you again, the aftermath of the previous orgasms providing ample lubrication. You moaned in unison, both of you more than ready to start round #2.
******
A few hours later, you two were curled up in your bed, naked and just fresh from the shower, tightly hugging each other. Nestled together in the soft cocoon of your bed, the world outside seemed to fade away. There's something about the quiet afterglow of sex that was addictive, almost as much as the act itself. The gentle rhythm of another person's breathing as it synced with your own, the warmth you feel as someone held you close, the feel of skin against skin, all of it made you feel as if you achieved nirvana.
Sure, the two of you were thoroughly exhausted from the evening's activities, but even that couldn’t dim your high. It was the kind of tiredness that you wouldn't trade for the world, the kind that comes from a wonderful time being had. To you, it was a badge of honor for time well spent.
“You okay?” Kento murmured as you nuzzled into him, your face in the crook of his neck.
“I’m excellent,” you replied with a content sigh, which quickly morphed into a yawn.
Not only was Kento an amazing lover, knowing how to work every part of his body to bring a woman pleasure, he gave top-tier aftercare. He made sure you were properly hydrated, took his time washing off your sweaty body whilst peppering kisses along your skin, and prepared Ceasar chicken salad for the two of you. Tonight reaffirmed what you already knew; letting Kento go wasn’t an option. You weren’t in love with him, but you were incredibly fond of the blond and rued the thought of him walking out of your life.
Your response seemed to satisfy Kento, and his embrace tightened just a fraction. “I’m glad. Can’t have my woman feeling bad.”
Everything came to a screeching halt. You tore your head away from his look and propped yourself up on your elbow, staring at him with wide eyes. A flush coated his skin, and could see some tension in his shoulders.
“Your woman?” you repeated, the corners of your lips quirking upwards.
He cleared his throat and nodded. “If you’re okay with that. Otherwise—”
“No,” you said before he could finish his sentence.
The thought of him not being in your life cast a shadow that you quickly shook off. Right now, you wanted to savor this moment, not think of an awful scenario. You settled back into his arms, sighing contently when his arms wrapped around you once more.
“Is that your way of making this official?” you asked, tracing circles on his chest.
“I’d like that,” he said, mimicking your mindless touches on your back. “In case you haven’t figured it out, I want you to be mine.”
“How bold of you,” you teased, trying to ignore the butterflies flying around in your stomach.
His cheeks got pinker. “That isn’t an answer.”
You couldn’t hold back your giggle, too giddy to contain yourself. “Yes, you dummy, of course I’d like that.”
After all, you literally switched sides for him and joined jujutsu sorcerers. At one time, that was something you swore you’d never do.
The way Kento’s face lit up, you would’ve thought he’d just won a million dollars. A rare grin graced his face, the tension in his shoulders dissipating. “Good,” he murmured, happiness and relief lacing his tone.
The room was filled with a new energy, a tender shift in the dynamic. It was exciting, and it already felt as natural as breathing. As you relaxed in his embrace once again, you felt that every choice you made, no matter how risky or stupid, was worth it. Knowing you’d chosen a path that’d let you walk alongside Kento filled you with purpose.
It was absurd, really. Most people would look at you like you were insane, if you said the man who tried to kill you when you first met, now made you feel hopeful about the future.
There, in the quiet of the night, comforted by the other’s presence, you both drifted towards sleep, content with how the evening had panned out. The sound of Kento's steady heartbeat was a comforting lullaby, and in the dim light of your apartment’s bedroom, the world had been reduced to the space you shared, a haven where everything outside didn’t matter. With silence echoing and his breath steady against your skin, you knew that whatever the future held, you wanted Kento to be a part of it. For now, though, knowing he was right by your side was enough to have you dozing off with a smile on your face.
As your world faded away, a single thought echoed through your mind; you were going to stockpile that pheromone perfume.