#bre.drabble

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𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚢— 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢/𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎.

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠, 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚍𝚜𝚖-𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 (𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏), 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚢 😔, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎

All you did today was fight for every fucking thing, for respect from your coworkers, against criticism from your boss, with your family about what you were doing with your life, and now you can't stop.

Nanami recognizes that you need to be taken out of your own head and recentered. But you're stuck in fight mode, and you argue and push back the whole time bc even if you know it’s what you need, you just can’t let go.

And that just frustrates you more, almost to the point of tears, because you know that you are making everything harder for yourself and you're being downright mean to him, when he hasn't done anything except put himself in your path as an easy target.

Right now, he is part of the “everyone else” and you need him to force you not to fight anymore. you're home now, you're safe, you can let your guard down. but you just can't do that and you can't get those words out, so you just hope that he understands what you can't tell him.

And Nanami does understand. He always has a way of knowing.

He wondered, when you walked in and answered his greeting with a sigh and a hum. He had an inkling when you just shoved your belongings into a pile on the entryway bench. He was suspicious when you snarked at him for asking how your day was. and he was sure when you purposefully turned your head away from his kiss.

you have an unofficial routine when one of you gets home before the other. the first one home is who starts dinner and then helps the other begin their decompression from the outside world. sometimes it's light and soft. and sometimes it is not.

So he's rough with you. He grabs you, but he never throws you or pushes you. He holds you firmly, his movements sure and controlled. And as much as you back talk and push against him, he stays steady. the only thing that will let him know this isn't what you need, is that one word that you both know would stop all of this.

But you don't want that. you want him to make you let go, to give up your control, to stop worrying,

So instead, you try to pull away and he doesn't let you. he easily drags you to your shared bedroom and you complain the whole time. even as he undresses you, getting you to start letting the world fall away from you layer by layer. Your protests slow down, but haven't stopped, so he sits on the bed with you across his lap, bare ass easily within his grasp. He softly runs his hand up and down your bare back, giving you goosebumps, until you are a little less tense and your breathing has slowed. and then he smacks the flat of his palm across your ass and thighs.

You jolt and curse him, but he shushes you and holds your tighter. He tells you to count, because he knows that eventually you'll be too busy trying to keep track and forget why you're supposed to be mad.

You feel his cock harden underneath you, but he doesn't let you try to grind down against him. what he does do is lift your hips up just a bit, so your wet pussy is more exposed a delivers a harsh, stinging slap against it, causing you to let out a breathy cry.

His hand is a little bit wet now when he hits you, and it makes you feel some type of way knowing he's turning you into a perfect little mess for him.

By the time you've gotten to fifteen solid slaps to your ass and thighs, you're breathing heavy and kind of exhausted, lying flat and almost boneless across his lap. your eyes are a bit wet and the most prominent thought in your head is the sting in your backside and how you can feel the heat radiating from your own skin. and Kento is a master at providing a satisfying experience, not leaving any one area less red than another.

You shudder and jerk when he gently rubs his hand over your heated skin and he knows that you are almost there, but he needs to push you a little more. It's his job to look after you and he takes it very seriously.

So he helps you onto the floor with a small pillow under your knees (which he keeps beside the bed for this exact purpose). He arranges you how he likes and is satisfied that you are no longer pushing against his movements, but rather leaning into them.

Kento undoes his belt and pulls his painfully hard cock out. it's an angry red and the head is wet from all of the precum. Your mouth is already open, tongue eager for the weight of him on it. He rubs his thumb against your cheek before moving his hand to take a significant hold at the back of your head.

"Look at me," he says quietly, his voice steady and deep as always, lulling you even further into a tingling sense of calm. you tilt your head back as much as you're allowed so you can look up at him, eyes damp and mouth still open. the longer he admires you, you start to whine and he hushes you while guiding his thick length into your wet and ready mouth.

His head falls back, letting out his own shuddering groan and has to take a minute to just savor the feel of you around him. you hum around him, eyes fluttering shut and just holding him in your mouth. you're savoring the feel of him, how he fills your mouth, the solid weight of him against your tongue, anchoring you.

He pulls your hair gently so your open your eyes again, asking, "ready?"

You hum again and hollow your cheeks in a brief suck, indicating he can start at any time.

"Good girl." he praises while he starts to pull his cock out to angle your head and more easily fuck all the way into your throat. you immediately choke as he pushes it just enough into your tight throat. you easily accustom to his thrusts and relax further into his hold, the steady in and out of his tip into the tight heat of your throat lulling you into a sense of comfort.

And finally, you can't think of anything at all.

You've never felt safer or more at peace than when you're on your knees in your bedroom, Kento's steady hand gripping your hair just enough to sting, fucking his cock into your throat with shallow, grinding thrusts.

"I've got you, darling. just let me take care of you."

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𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 :/ 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚐

“No, go away.” 

“Mrow.”

“Stop it.”

“Mrooow.”

"Go awaaaayy."

"..."

“She likes me more than you, you know.” Satoru says seriously.

Big hazel eyes stared up at him. A fluffy tail swished. There are no thoughts behind those eyes, he observed. Only hunger.

“Yeah, she does.” He said insistently. The tail swished again while he protectively held his bowl closer to his chest. He didn’t care one single bit if he looked ridiculous.

He'd already had to get up from his comfortable spot on the couch when she tried to launch herself at him, dodging her as she followed him around. 

"You look like a gremlin, and it's after midnight, so you definitely aren't getting any." He said seriously, like she was listening at all, let alone understood him.

Satoru wasn’t really a cat person. He didn’t mind them, but preferred the energy and general enthusiasm to see him that dogs had. However, he didn’t have the kind of time to dedicate to being a proper dog owner, and you, as his girlfriend who was actually home the most, loved cats.

He admittedly does like how soft they are and how funny it looks when they sit like a little loaf of bread.

He does not like how they try to steal his ice cream.

“Back off, Latte!” He did not feel ridiculous at all for taking a defensive stance against a 10lb animal.

He lifted the bowl over his head, as if there was even the possibility she could have reached it while he was already standing up. But he’s not stupid. He fights this battle almost every night with varying desserts and she is crafty. 

He’s never owned a cat before, obviously (he didn’t have any pets growing up because he never had time, always training training training), so he wasn’t aware they even ate people food. He definitely didn’t consider that one might overcome their own skittishness for whipcream. 

He gets it though.

“This is mine, as in, for me only. You don’t get any.” He also was not even remotely embarrassed to be arguing seriously with a cat that was stretched up his leg like she was going to climb her way to his dessert.

“Gah! These are expensive, you know.” He gritted out when he felt claws digging into his thigh through the fabric of his pants. 

“Meoow!” 

“Stop looking at me like that! You can’t have it!”

Just as he was considering the pros and cons of shaking his leg to get her off him, you were there, swooping up the silly animal and holding her like a baby. 

“Y’know, you could’ve been eating your ice cream this whole time, instead of trying to convince her to leave you alone,” You say, smiling, “I don’t think even you can get a cat to go away when they don’t want to.”

He made a grumbling sound, not agreeing with you, just turning his back and stuffing his face like a chipmunk. 

You reached around to swipe a finger through the whipcream and he glared over his shoulder at you when you let the cat lick it off your finger.

"...you don't let me do that." He pouted.

You looked at him flatly while your cat tried to squirm out of your arms, "Just hurry up and finish it, goof."

He manically scooped the remains into his mouth, making you laugh when he actually licked the bowl.

“Why don't you ever turn use infinity?” You asked with a raised brow, amused, as he took his dishes to the kitchen.

His mouth opened but no words came out. He blinked. "I have no idea."

he secretly liked the nightly battle. he called it 'bonding.'