— fem!reader x N. kento who has a major size kink ♡
you and kento had been talking on the for a while now. he was a friend of a friend, kind of a blind setup, and you two were just testing the waters with late night calls and endless text threads.
at one point you asked about his height and he said “six foot and a half,” which immediately had your thighs pressing together. but you never told him yours. 5’0. five feet tall. actually, five feet short is more accurate.
so when the day finally came and you met nanami in person for your first date, you felt a little nervous. he was tall. really tall. and when his eyes flicked down to you, his lips curved into the smallest, most knowing smile.
“you’re… smaller than i expected,” he said lightly, his hand settling on the small of your back like it belonged there. “It’s perfect, though.”
you tried to play it off, cheeks hot. “my height doesn’t change anything.”
“mm. maybe not.” his voice dropped just enough to make your stomach flip. “but i like it.”
he never explained what he meant, not that day. but later, when you were tangled up together in his bed, you finally understood.
nanami wasn’t just tall. he was broad, heavy, overwhelming in every way. and he loved how easy it was to manhandle you, how small your hand looked against his chest, how your legs barely reached around him.
“look at you,” he murmured once, pressing your wrists above your head with one hand like it was nothing. “so small. i could fold you in half without even trying.”
the way he said it made your breath catch, made you realize. oh. nanami had a size kink. a serious one.
and he was more than happy to show you exactly what that meant.
the air in his bedroom was thick with the scent of him, of clean linen and something uniquely masculine that was now all over you. his weight was a delicious anchor, pinning you to the mattress, and you never wanted him to move.
his room smelled like him; clean sheets mixed with something warm and so him it clung to your skin. his body pressed you down into the mattress, heavy in the best way, and honestly? you didn’t want him to move an inch. not that you could anyway.
“see?” nanami’s voice was low against your chest, more felt than heard. his hand was so big it nearly covered your whole stomach, holding you down without even trying. “your hands are useless like this.”
he was right. your wrists were still caught in his one-handed grip above your head, his fingers encircling them completely. you could struggle, and you had, just to feel the impossible strength in his hold, the way he barely had to flex to keep you exactly where he wanted you.
“kento,” you breathed, the name feeling new and forbidden on your tongue.
a dark, pleased sound escaped him. he loved when you said his name like that, all breathy and desperate. he shifted his hips, the rough drag of his trousers against your bare thighs a stark contrast to the soft skin he’d been kissing moments before.
“you have no idea what you do to me,” he said, his voice dropping into that gravelly register that made your core clench. “all that time, talking on the phone… i pictured you. but this… you’re so much better. so perfectly small.”
his hand slid down from your stomach, over the curve of your hip, his thumb stroking a possessive line along your inner thigh. “i could hold both your thighs in one hand.”
he did. his large palm cupped you, fingers pressing into the softness of your inner thighs, and with a gentle but undeniable force, he pushed your legs apart. you were completely exposed to him, and the cool air on your wetness made you gasp.
his hand moved from your stomach down over your hip, thumb brushing a slow line on your inner thigh that made you shiver. “i could hold both your thighs in one hand,” he muttered. then actually did it.
his palm covered you so easily, fingers digging into the soft parts as he pushed your legs apart like it was nothing. the air hit your wetness and you gasped, heat rushing up your face.
“oh, look at that,” he murmured, his eyes dark with hunger as he looked down between your bodies. “all that for me? and i’ve barely touched you.”
he released your wrists, finally, but only to trail that massive hand down your arm, your side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. you brought your hands down, pressing your palms against the hard planes of his chest, and the difference was obscene. your fingers couldn’t even reach the edges of his pecs.
he chuckled, a deep, rich sound. “trying to push me away? you’d have better luck moving a mountain.”
he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss that stole what little breath you had left. it was dominating, thorough, his tongue mapping your mouth like he was claiming territory. when he pulled back you were dizzy.
“on your knees,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. he didn’t wait for you to comply, his hands effortlessly turning you over, guiding you up until you were on your hands and knees before him. the position made you feel even smaller, more vulnerable, with his broad frame looming behind you.
one hand settled on your lower back, holding you steady. the other gripped your hip, his fingers digging in just enough to leave a mark.
“so pretty like this,” he praised, his thumb stroking your spine. “It’s like you were made for me.”
you felt the blunt head of his cock press against your sopping hole, and you whimpered, pushing back against his hand.
“none of that,” he chided softly, his grip tightening. “i’ll give you what you need. you just take it.”
he sheathed himself in one slow, devastating thrust that punched a broken cry from your lungs. he was so big, stretching you to a perfect, unbearable fullness. he stilled, letting you adjust, his body curved over yours, caging you in.
“fuck,” he groaned, the word ragged against your ear. “you feel that? you feel how you fit me? like a glove. a tight, perfect little glove.”
he began to move, a slow, rolling rhythm that was entirely his own. each thrust was deliberate, powerful, rocking your entire body forward. the sound of his skin slapping against yours was filthy in the quiet room.
“you like being this full?” he grunted, his pace increasing slightly. “like being stretched open for me?”
“yes,” you sobbed, your arms trembling, threatening to give out.
“i know you do.” one of his hands slid around your hip, his fingers finding your clit with perfect accuracy. the contact was electric, and you jolted. “such a little thing. so responsive. i touch you here and your whole body shakes for me.”
his thrusts became harder, deeper, each one hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars. his body was a furnace at your back, his weight pressing you down into the mattress.
“gonna come for me?” he whispered, his voice thick with his own pleasure. his fingers worked circles on your clit, fast and relentless. “let me feel it, baby. come on.”
the coil in your stomach snapped. a broken scream was torn from your throat as you came, your vision whiting out, your inner walls fluttering around him violently.
the sensation tipped him over the edge. with a guttural groan, he drove into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside you, his big body shuddering with the force of his release.
he dropped onto you with a heavy sigh, his weight pressing you into the sheets but you didn’t mind. it felt grounding, comforting. his breath was hot against your neck as you both lay there catching it, bodies still trembling from the high. after a minute he shifted, slipping out gently before rolling to his side and pulling you close. you fit right against his chest, your head tucked under his chin like you were made to stay there.
he kissed the top of your head, his hand splaying across your back, covering nearly half of it.
“told you,” he murmured, his voice sleepy and satisfied. “fits perfectly.”
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A/N: this was a tiny bit rushed i hope it's still good (っ- ‸ - ς)
