Your secretary Nanami who is always looking to please you has been yearning for you from a distance. This evening, all his feelings suddenly come to the surface.
(18+) : mommykink, nipple play, begging, uhhh idk other stuff
"I—I brought you coffee," came the soft voice from the doorway, hesitant, almost apologetic.
You glanced up from your desk to find Nanami hovering there, clutching a steaming cup in both hands like an offering. His tie was slightly askew, his blonde hair tousled from the morning wind outside, and his cheeks were flushed—whether from the cold or from the effort of speaking up, you couldn’t tell. He shuffled forward when you beckoned him in, placing the cup carefully on the coaster you kept for this exact purpose.
"Black, two sugars," he murmured, eyes flickering down as if he’d committed some unforgivable sin by remembering your preference.
"You’re late," you said, just to watch him squirm. It wasn’t true—Nanami was never late—but the way his shoulders tensed and his breath hitched was worth the lie.
Nanami’s fingers twitched against the edge of your desk, knuckles whitening for just a second before he caught himself. "I—I'm sorry, ma'am," he stammered, voice dipping into that earnest, pleading tone you'd come to recognize. "I must have—misjudged the train schedule. It won't happen again." The lie was so transparent it was almost endearing, the way his throat worked around the words like they were physically painful to force out.
You let the silence stretch, watching the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed hard. The office hummed around you—the distant clatter of keyboards, the murmur of conversations down the hall—but here, in this moment, it felt like the two of you were suspended in amber. "Come here," you finally said, tapping the space beside your chair.
He moved instantly, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste to obey. Up close, you could smell the faintest trace of his shampoo—something clean and subtly sweet, like almonds—and the starch of his too-stiff collar. His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides before he clasped them behind his back, a gesture so practiced it must have been drilled into him somewhere along the way.
"Look at me," you murmured, and when he did, his dark eyes were wide and liquid, pupils blown just enough to betray him. There was something undeniably devoted in the way he held himself—not just eager to please, but needing it, as if your approval was the only thing keeping him upright. You reached out, brushing a thumb over the sharp line of his jaw, and felt him shiver under the touch. "Do you want to make it up to me?"
Nanami’s breath hitched, his lips parting just slightly before he caught himself. "Yes," he breathed, barely audible, as if even that single syllable was too much to admit. His fingers twitched behind his back, restless, like a leash kept him tethered to the spot.
You leaned back in your chair, tilting your head as you considered him. "You know what I like," you said, voice low, deliberate. It wasn’t a question—Nanami had memorized your habits better than his own. The way you took your coffee, the way you organized your desk, even the way you tapped your pen twice against the blotter when you were thinking. He noticed everything.
His throat worked again, and this time, when he swallowed, it sounded dry. "I—I could reorganize the filing cabinet," he offered, voice wavering. "Or—or there’s that stack of contracts that need cross-referencing. I could—"
You clicked your tongue, cutting him off, and watched as his shoulders hunched instinctively. "That’s not what I meant," you said, letting the words hang between you, heavy with implication. A flush crept up his neck, blooming across his cheeks like spilled ink. His gaze dropped to the floor, but not before you caught the way his eyelids fluttered, the way his chest rose just a fraction faster.
Your fingers drummed once, twice against the armrest of your chair. The sound was deliberate, a metronome counting down the seconds until Nanami cracked. His lips parted—no sound came out, just the softest exhale, warm against your wrist where it still hovered near his face.
"Use your words," you said, softer now, almost coaxing.
His eyelashes fluttered again, and when he finally spoke, it was so quiet you had to lean in to catch it. "I could... kneel." The last word fractured halfway through, crumbling into something raw and exposed. His hands, still clasped behind his back, clenched tighter—you could see the tendons standing stark under his skin even from here.
So that’s how both of you ended up here.
Nanami's moan was a broken thing—half sob, half plea—as he pressed his forehead into the carpet. His fingers twisted in the fibers, his knuckles bleaching white with the effort of holding still. "I—I can't—" His voice cracked on the last syllable, his hips jerking forward helplessly. "M-mommy, please—I'll be good—"
You hummed, considering. With deliberate slowness, you loosened your grip just enough to let him feel the slide of your fingers against his cock—not enough to give him what he wanted, just enough to tease. His breath hitched audibly, his thighs tensing as you stroked him once—slow, torturous—from root to tip. "How good?" you murmured, swirling your thumb over the head just to watch his eyelashes flutter. "Good enough to earn it?"
His nod was frantic, his lips parted around ragged little pants. "Yes—anything—" The words tumbled out of him like a floodgate breaking, his voice raw with desperation. "I'll—I'll do anything, please—just let me—"
You tightened your grip again, cutting off his plea with a choked gasp. "Then beg," you ordered, your voice dropping to a purr. “properly"
Nanami’s breath hitched, his eyelashes fluttering shut for a heartbeat before he forced them open again. His gaze locked onto yours—wide, pleading, pupils blown black with need. "Mommy," he whispered, the word cracking open like a wound. His hips jerked forward helplessly, his cock twitching in your grip. "Mommy, I—I love you—"
The confession spilled out of him like a dam breaking, his voice trembling with something raw and unfiltered. His fingers twisted in the carpet fibers, knuckles bleaching white as he forced the words out between gasps. "Love you—love your hands, your voice—god, the way you look at me like I'm nothing—" His back arched violently, his cock pulsing against your palm. "I think about it all day—how you'd ruin me—how you do—"
You stroked him once—slow, deliberate—just to watch his mouth fall open around a soundless moan. His hips stuttered forward, his thighs trembling with the effort of holding still. "Say it again," you murmured, twisting your wrist on the upstroke.
Nanami sobbed—actually sobbed—his forehead pressing into the carpet as his body bowed under the onslaught. "Love you," he gasped, the words splintering into static. His fingers scrabbled at the carpet, his spine curving like a bowstring. "I—I dream about it—about you—about being yours—"
His voice cracked on the last syllable, his cock twitching in your grip. You hummed, considering, as you dragged your nails down his inner thigh just to hear him whimper. "Such a needy little thing," you mused, watching the way his breath hitched at the word. "Dream about what, exactly?"
The flush on Nanami’s cheeks deepened impossibly further, spreading down his throat to his chest in uneven patches. His lips parted soundlessly before he managed to force the words out. "A-about—" His voice fractured when your thumb swiped over the head of his cock, smearing the slickness there. "Fuck—about you keeping me—under your desk—mommy—"
“Oh is that so?” With a flick of his nipple, he came like a fountain, the orgasm crashing into him with such force that his vision whited out for a second. A broken, punched-out noise tore from his throat as his back arched off the bed.
Her hand slowed but didn't stop, drawing out every last aftershock until he was whimpering, oversensitive and wrung out, twitching beneath her touch. “Shh..you did so well for me.” You kiss his temple. “My good boy,” and with that, he smiled.
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thinking about people assuming nanami is always the dominant one in the relationship given his character and his build and both of you knowing that’s nowhere close to the truth.
thinking about pulling nanami by his tie to tease him, but instead of him putting you in your place he falls to his knees and presses his head against your thighs, staring up at you with watery eyes.
thinking about nanami plopping his head into your lap when you’re watching tv, making approving noises as you play with his hair; somewhat akin to a pleased cat.
thinking about getting ready on a saturday morning while nanami watches you, still in bed. being able to feel his gaze and practically see the hearts in his eyes via the reflection of the mirror you’re stood in front of.
thinking about nanami getting you an expensive outfit for one of your anniversaries, making you keep it on later that night while he’s completely bare, his dick throbbing in your hand. him getting off on the idea of providing for you. that, and simply how good you look in the outfit.
thinking about bathing with nanami afterwards, peppering kisses all over his neck, making sure not to leave any hickeys. you wouldn’t want to break the illusion he gives off, right? it’s more fun when it’s a secret between the two of you.
thinking about nanami making you breakfast the next morning as a ‘thank you’ for taking care of him. (shirtless with an apron on, of course)
i feel like sub nanami is so underrated as a concept. just the idea of an exhausted wall of muscle coming home, posture slouched compared to his normal poise and crumbling at your feet; just desperate to be near you.
him being too tired to have sex with you, but still being pent up and still wanting to please you, begging you to use him as you want whilst at the same time pleading you to make him feel good.
his glasses sliding down his nose as you ride him while he lets out little noises he'd usually restrain himself from making, simply losing all composure and his mind just being you, you, you.
him cumming and hiding his face in your neck, mumbling soft sleepy 'thank you's and 'love you's, his mouth moving against your slightly sweaty skin, the heat of your body accompanied by the heat of his breath.
you combing your hands through his hair to help him fall asleep since he needs to take a break so badly.. he works himself to the bone to give you a comfortable life, taking care of him like this in return is a pleasure. in more ways than one.
a/n: pushing my sub nanami kento agenda. also first post, yay ! >_<
"Do-don't stop." Nanami pants. He is sprawled on the bed before you with a faint flush of red behind his neck, tears threatening to fall as he manages to look at you.
You lean down, spreading his legs open, his thick thighs twitching beneath your fingers. Your hair is pulled back with the hair tie you left here last time and now your hands—tenderly, slowly—found its way down his hips. Nanami winces, softly arching as your fingers glides down his spine.
You could barely breathe—he was so beautiful like this. Needy, messy, ready to be fucked.
You kiss his chest, trailing all the way down to his happy trail. Nanami grunts softly—the first sign of his building orgasm.
The strap was still inside his ass, your thrusts now being slow and steady. His cock leaks precum as his hands manage to find your finger tips.
"Can I cum...please—nngh," he says hoarsley.
You continue to thrust him, the sounds of lube and sweat squleching before your thighs meet his ass again. Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Not yet, pretty boy." You say under your breath.
You hold his legs with your arm, his back arching for the strap to dig in deeper.
"Mmf—" he whines.
Your final thrust sends him twitching. Nanami grips the sheets, his cock hard as he softly grunts.
"Not yet, Kento," you whisper.
You steadily thrust into him again, Nanami moving his hips from under you, panting and trying to resist, "S'too much—aughn."
...Squelch!...Squelch!...Plap! Your thrusts are ever so slow now, but you dont stop. You move back and forth, rocking your hips to meet him, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
Yet just as his hips start to thrust weakly you pull off with a pop.
You pat his thigh for a few moments then start licking his slit. Your tongue lingers at it before you take in his tip then start deepthroating him. Slowly, you use your hands to softly jerk the base, your lips moving up and down.
Nanami lets out a frustrated groan. You could feel his cock throb against your tongue. His body trembles, his thighs moving underneath, "Please…please," he begs hoarsely.
Your voice was low, "Please?"
"N-need to cum...again—please." His voice broke as his hands tried to reach you.
You softly squeeze his dick with your lips before kissing his hands and laying his palm on your cheek. "You can handle so much more." you coon.
Nanami was shaking, panting as he squirmed from beneath you, "Aaugn," he moaned again.
You take him in again, your nose brushing his groin and his whimpers turns into full cries.
Nanami closes his eyes shut, his hand grabbing the headboard just as quickly, he weakly thrust into your mouth, gritting his teeth, "Please...please...I—" He whimpers.
You dont relent, his cock throbs against your tongue, his thighs now spreading to try to relieve some pressure.
Once Nanami starts crying, slowly bucking his hips in your mouth, his knuckles turning an almost off-white color from gripping the sheets— this is when you stop and let go.
"Auhn—Fuuuuuck," his frame quivers from overstimulation just as his abs tighten, letting ropes of hot cum shoot out.
You watch him heave and squirm for a moment, some tears still leaking from his eyes. You rub his thigh like it was an afterthought.
stressed sub nanami who loves to come home to you after a long day, the office work wearing him down slowly but surely until his carefully well manicured image starts to fray around the edges
stressed sub nanami who collapses onto his knees as soon as you kiss him, a single murmured command from you enough to make him almost lose his mind
stressed sub nanami who will pretend like he doesn't want to get fucked, looking at you with a glare that he trusts you to ignore, loving it when you push him anyway, not letting him complain
stressed sub nanami who moans like a whore when you grab him roughly, and melts even more when you soften again, kissing him gently as you push him onto the bed
stressed sub nanami who daydreamed about you pinning him down the whole day, and quickly stops complaining as you bottom out, setting a harsh pace until all he can do is drool into his pillow
stressed sub nanami who just needs to be fucked until there isn't a thought in his pretty little head
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warnings : bottom!nanami, top!reader, amab!reader, domestic life, sorcerer!reader, riding, dirty talk, nanami is a power bottom, choking, petnames, cum in booty.
summary : nanami wasn’t one to get jealous, most of the time.
your dating life with Nanami was relaxing. he wasn’t a man of many needs and requirements and most importantly never showed jealousy towards you. you’ve dated a few people before who easily got on your nerves by acting possessive over the smallest details, pissing you off because you didn’t reply to their calls while you were away on an important mission.
so dating Kento was indeed a breath of fresh air.
he understood what it took to be a jujustu sorcerer, understood that it implied to travel sometimes and most importantly understood that it meant spending more time with your colleagues then your boyfriend sometimes.
this past week has been busy for the both of you in two different cities, but you were glad enough to know that tomorrow you’d finally be reunited with your lover. to celebrate today’s victory, you and your jujutsu sorcerer colleagues headed over to the local bar, one drink led to another as laughter filled the room. however you weren’t really the greatest drinker, already feeling fuzzy and hot from the few beers you had, resting your head on the table to cool off a little.
your phone loudly rang, and you weren’t sober enough to notice your friend and colleague had already answered the phone for you, putting it on speakerphone. “hello ? helloo ?” he loudly said.
“.. who’s this ?” Nanami replied.
you bolted out of your quick nap hearing the familiar voice blessing your ears. you looked around, too drunk to understand your boyfriend wasn’t actually here but instead inside the phone.
“y/n’s boyfriend, obviously.” your friend replied proudly. you shouted lazily at him to give him your phone back, not really processing what was going on.
Nanami stayed quiet at that, only replying after a few seconds. “y/n’s boyfriend yeah ?” you could hear him chuckle and sigh, “exactly and we’re pretty busy right now, if you know what I mean, so if you could call later-”
“where’s y/n ?” he said bluntly. you raised an eyebrow, not really understanding why he was so concerned, this was obviously a stupid prank and there was no way he’d bite into it. right ?
your friend stopped mid-way through his giggle “i just told you he’s busy ! but he’s right next to me, if you’re so worried.” you quickly grabbed your phone back and stood up to get outside the bar.
“sorry baby, don’t mind this idiot. is there anything wrong ?”
“i miss you. a lot. more than usual.” he said with a sultry voice. “who was that on the phone with you earlier ?”
“just a colleague i went to grab drinks with, i didn’t catch him taking my phone in time. im at a bar right now.”
“do you miss me ?”
you blinked a few times, surely you were too drunk to properly understand. Kento wasn’t the needy type, far from it, so this behaviour was obviously surprising. “i-i do yeah. a lot, but you know that already.”
“hm. see you tomorrow then y/n, have a good night.”
“you too ken-”
beep beep beep. just like that, Nanami had hung up on you and fortunately you were too drunk and tired to care about it right now.
the next day, you finally traveled back home, to your shared apartment where Kento was waiting for you, a soft smile on his face. you had dinner together and were now relaxing on your couch, watching a corny sitcom you so adored. he didn’t really care for it but he’d give everything to watch the smile on your face when you got so amused by them.
however, he was still visibly bothered by something and couldn’t keep the act going for much longer. “do you have any other mission with the guy from yesterday ?”
you raised an eyebrow at the sudden question.
“maybe ? i haven’t checked yet. why do you ask ?”
“he seems unprofessional. in my opinion.”
you smirked a little, starting to understand what was really going on.
“he’s good at his work, I’ve never had any problems with him.”
“well I do. he seemed too carefree on the phone, so he probably is on the field.”
you placed a hand on his thigh, giving it a small squeeze. he turned his head to face you, his expression remaining unreadable as ever. “why do you care so much ? it’s unlike you to be like this.”
“because he’s a fucking idiot.” you hid a smile, Nanami cursing was a blessing for your ears. “calling you his boyfriend and everything, how fucking dumb is that ?” you heard him mutter something under his breath, and decided he was too cute to not play with him a little longer.
“what was that baby ?”
“you’re mine.” he blurted out, almost making your dick jump inside your pants. “all mine. and he probably knows that already.” he kept on staring at you up and down. “and you do too.”
“maybe i need to be reminded of it.”
he chuckled and softly moved around, resulting in him straddling you, putting all of his weight on you. “such a tease y/n. always tormenting me..” his voice was soft, almost like a whisper, or even a plead. his hand traveled from your arm to your chin, tilting it and kissing your lips slowly but roughly, almost like he wanted to devour you. “mine, mine, all mine.” he repeated in between kisses, his hands resting on your hair, ruffling it. yours placed themselves on his waist, guiding his movements. you moaned in his mouth, cold fingers sliding under his loose shirt, making him shiver at your touch. “fuck.” he blurted out.
it didn’t take long for him to start grinding on you, almost humping your thighs like a dog in heat. you grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanked him back, and what a sight it was. he was flushed, pupils dilated and lips slightly puffy from your hungry kiss. “he really got to you yeah ?”, Kento nodded, leaning forward to lick and kiss your neck. you sighed in pleasure, grabbing a fistful of his ass with one hand, the other resting on his thigh.
“you make me insane.” he said, almost making animal sounds in the crook of your neck. “and you know it.” you smiled, watching him remove his shirt, his nice pecs staring directly at you. and who were you to not greet them properly ?
“just like that y/n, fuck.”
your tongue twirled on his left nip, the other being fondled by your palm, he arched his back to lean even more towards your touch, letting out soft pants. “you’re feeling chatty today, i like it.” you said in between kisses on his right tit. your hand toyed with his boxer’s waistband, cold fingers making him shiver. “should we.. go to the bedr-”
“i want you now.” Kento said firmly.
you blinked a couple of times and tried not to freak out at his words, nodding quietly and going back to work with his crotch. your hands slipped inside, front and back, greeted by a nice and wet mess. “someone got busy tonight yeah ?” Kento smiled, eyes half closed : “wanted to be good for you baby.. wanted to show you, you don’t need anyone else but me.”
that was it for you, unbuckling your belt and pulling your pants just a little so your already well hardened cock would jump out. you rushed your lips on his, biting him here and there, enjoying the nice sounds he was making. they were needy and soft, just how you liked them. you attempted to pull his pants down, but in vain, Kento stopped you in your movements and swayed away his trousers with his hips, lifting himself a little higher.
without a single word, he aligned himself with your cock, slowly sitting down on it, gasping at your length and at the sudden warmth from your precum. you bit your lip in order not to scream like a complete virgin, while he groaned and shivered at the waves of pleasure going through him.
“you’re beautiful.” you blurted out and he just smiled gently, beginning to roll his hips forward and backward at a pace so slow you could cum in a second, cock throbbing inside his delicious ass. you placed your hand on his waist but at your surprise he took one of them and guided it towards his neck. you sat up a little, getting your bodies closer, torsos glued to each other, wrapping your digits around his pale throat.
he murmured something along the lines of “make me yours.” which aroused you even more, if that was possible. he began to move up and down on your dick, mind blanking out completely while you moaned loudly, not caring about the neighbours.
“i -ah- you’re gonna kill me tonight ken’..”, you whispered in his ears while he was bisy jumping and bouncing like a bunny on your length. his hand held the back of your head firmly making you wince in pain from how hard he was pulling. he panted from the effort mixed with pleasure of your cock spreading his hole. you wrapped a hand around his cock, smearing the precum on his tip and jerking it off slowly.
Nanami’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, it was all too fucking pornographic to look at and you knew you wouldn’t last very long. especially when it was his turn to wrap his hand around your neck, looking at you straight in the eyes. you could almost catch a smirk on his oh so unreadable face. you felt the blood rising on your cheeks, resting your hand on his lower back in an attempt to ground yourself.
“Kento i’m gonna- fuck i’m gonna cum baby~.” “give it to me darling, i want it..” he whispered and threw his head back as he kept bouncing on your cock, both of you letting out choked out moans.
and as you previously promised, you messily released your load inside him, while he came all over both your stomachs. he kept slowly rolling his hips to chase his climax, while you tried to calm yourself up.
“i should make him jealous more often..” you thought to yourself
𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 adjusts his glasses for the third time, pen tapping nervously against the margin of his notebook. he’s used to silence in the library and no one paying attention to him, not the way you sprawl across the chair beside him, skirt hiked just a little too high like you’re testing how long he can keep his composure.
“you’re supposed to be teaching me,” you murmur, leaning forward until your perfume fogs his brain. “but you keep staring.”
“I—” he swallows, throat tight. “you’re… distracting.”
“good.” your smile is wicked, the kind that makes boys trip over themselves. you’ve heard the rumors about him—top of the class, serious, a little uptight. exactly the kind of boy who wouldn’t know what to do with a girl like you.
but you like watching him squirm.
you slide the worksheet back toward him, brushing his knuckles with your nails. “so… quadratic equations. show me how to solve this one.”
kento clears his throat and starts explaining, voice low and precise. But your hand sneaks under the table, grazing his thigh. his explanation stutters.
“you should focus,” he hisses, but it’s weak, shaky.
“I am focused,” you whisper, lips brushing his ear as you lean across to look at the page. “just not on the math.”
he grips his pen so tightly it nearly snaps. “this isn’t appropriate—”
“neither’s the bulge in your pants,” you cut him off, smirking as his ears turn red.
your fingers trail higher, slow, testing, and his whole body tenses like he’s holding back a storm. the smartest boy in school, reduced to silence by a girl who knows exactly what she’s doing.
“tell me the answer, kento,” you purr, shifting closer, your thigh pressing against his under the table. “or maybe I’ll just keep distracting you until you can’t think straight.”
kento’s pen hovers over the page, but his hands are shaking. every brush of your fingers along his thigh, every slight press of your knee against his, makes him shiver. he’s trying to explain the quadratic equation, but the words come out in broken stutters.
“kento,” you whisper, leaning close so your lips almost brush his ear, “focus… on the math. don’t look away.”
he groans softly, pressing himself down in the chair, but it’s useless. your hand slides higher, teasing the inner curve of his thigh under the table, just brushing the edge of his pants. his back arches involuntarily, and his grip on the pen tightens until the knuckles whiten.
kento’s handwriting is barely legible now, the pen scratching crookedly across the paper. his chest heaves, sweat gathering at his temples, but he doesn’t stop. you’ve got him exactly where you want him—half studying, half falling apart under your touch.
your hand slips higher up his thigh, bolder this time. you palm him, thick and rock hard through his slacks, slow and deliberate, and the sound that leaves his throat is choked, desperate. his pen nearly falls from his fingers.
“keep writing,” you purr, pressing your lips to his ear. “you don’t stop until the problem is finished.”
“p-please…” he stammers, glasses fogged, hair sticking to his forehead.
“please what?” your voice sharpens, teasing as your fingers tug at his zipper. the quiet rasp of it opening makes him shudder violently. “please let you finish studying? or please ruin you right here?”
he can’t answer. his jaw works soundlessly as you slip your hand inside, wrapping around his already aching cock. he jolts, the pen scratching a line across the paper as his hips twitch. you stroke him slowly, cruelly, all while his hand trembles, forcing himself to keep working through the haze of pleasure.
“good boy,” you whisper. “write the answer. every number. every step. you can fall apart when I tell you to.”
kento’s breaths come ragged now, groans and whimpers spilling past clenched teeth as you pump him slowly under the table. his equations grow sloppier, numbers smearing together, but he refuses to stop, because you told him not to.
you quicken your pace, stroking him harder, thumb brushing his tip rubbing the pre cum already leaking from it. his whole body jerks, thighs tensing under the table. “y-you’re… cruel,” he gasps, voice cracking.
“and you love it,” you counter, smirking. “look at you, kento. the smartest boy in school, reduced to this. shaking, begging, while still trying to solve math problems for me like a good boy.”
the pen drops with a sharp clatter. his head falls forward, breath shuddering. he’s right at the edge, and you squeeze tighter, merciless feeling him twitch in your hand.
“say it,” you command, your lips brushing his ear. “say you’ll finish the work, even when I break you.”
“I’ll—” his voice catches, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as his body quakes from how much he’s holding back. “I’ll finish… I’ll—god, please—”
that’s all you need. with one last sharp stroke, he comes undone in your hand, shooting hot spurts of sticky cum, muffling a strangled whine into his sleeve. his whole body trembles, glasses slipping crookedly down his nose, the picture of a boy completely shattered.
you let go, pulling your hand free and wiping it delicately with his abandoned worksheet. he’s still shaking, breathing hard, ruined.
"now," you murmur sweetly, nudging the pen back toward his limp hand, "finish the rest of the assignment. no excuses."
kento slumps forward, utterly broken, cock still throbbing with overstimulation—but he obeyed. the ache in his body doesn't matter. he picks up the pen again, hand trembling, and keeps solving each equation.
