hey you, big star

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.

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.

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.