A Distinguished Gentleman

a distinguished gentleman

Road Trip w/ Kento 18+ NSFW

The hum of the tires on the highway had become monotonous—and you were bored out of your mind.

“Are we there yet?” you asked, allowing your head to lay against the window.

Kento raised an eyebrow, eyeing the stretch of green rolling past the windows. “Not entirely, no.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a getaway,” you muttered. “You know, fun. Spontaneous.”

From the driver’s seat, Kento gave you a sidelong glance over his glasses.

“It is a getaway,” he said with a slight chuckle. “We’ve been on the road for three hours, haven’t run into a single curse, and the traffic’s been ideal. I fail to see what part of this isn’t enjoyable.”

You huffed, folding your arms across your chest. “Can we at least put on some music? I’m tired of listening to some guy rambling about greek philosophers.”

He sighed, “As you wish but I did allow the auto drive for your comfort. Isn’t that spontaneous enough?”

Your grin was slow. Dangerous. “So you’re not technically driving right now?”

“No. I’m monitoring—why are you smiling like that?”

Your hand slowly creeped across the console until your hand found the inside of his thigh.

“Y/n.” Kento said firmly, his expression unchanging. Kento rarely unraveled easily.

You ignored his voice, fingers sliding upward, teasing the seam of his trousers.

“I’d advise against your suggestive movements.” Kento’s jaw tightened, his eyes still glued to the road.

“Oh come on,” you purred. “I’m just making this trip a bit more interesting.”

“You mean you’re doing something illegal while in a moving vehicle?” Kento asked coolly, though his hand twitched on the wheel. “Because I can assure you, that’s not—”

“Illegal? No.” Your hand was now palming the growing bulge. “Inappropriate? Definitely.”

“Not in public,” he murmured, already losing some of the steel in his tone.

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “But it’s not really public, is it? No one can see in. No cameras. And you’re not even driving.”

His jaw clenched. His pants tightened further beneath your hand. You unbuckled your seatbelt with a click and shifted yourself to get better access.

“You’re insatiable,” he muttered, voice hoarse.

You grinned as your hand toyed with his zipper. As you tugged it down, Kento didn’t resist or flinch as you pulled him free from his boxers. He was hard and already twitching in your hand. The contrast between his restraint and your shamelessness made heat curl in your belly.

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock, slow and teasing. He inhaled through his nose—sharply—but said nothing.

“Eyes on the road, Nanami,” you teased, voice breathy.

He was already squirming in his seat, thighs tense, and his hands gripping onto the steering wheel for dear life.

Your mouth closed over him, slow and wet, taking him in inch by inch while the car hummed quietly around you. The thrill of the open road, the sun dipping low over the horizon, and the absolute obscenity of your position made you moan softly around him.

He hissed at the vibration. You took your time, teasing and pushing him to the edge.

“God,” he murmured. “You’re going to kill me.”

One of his hands found your hair, threading through gently at first but his grip tightened every time you took him all the way. Kento bit back his moans and simply grunted, still conscious of the fact that you were both in a moving vehicle.

You pulled back just enough to speak, lips slick, eyes bright with mischief. “I want you to come in me.”

Kento groaned lowly as his thighs trembled ever so slightly. You sat back up and took off your panties.

“Y/n, please. Not here,” Kento’s voice wavered, watching your every move.

You simply bit your lip, “Recline your seat for me.”

Kento hesitantly complied, completely entranced by the moment. You swung your leg over him and positioned your already wet center above his drooling tip.

Kento swallowed, almost shaking from anticipation and a bit of fear. You sank down onto him slowly, gasping at the stretch. Kento’s hands settled on your hips—firm, but not demanding. Controlled. Like he was holding himself back.

He exhaled slowly through his nose, his brows drawn together as he watched you ride him. Not a single word left his lips.

“You’re too quiet,” you whispered, leaning forward to kiss his neck. “Don’t tell me you’re unaffected.”

“I’m not unaffected,” he replied, voice low and steady. “I’m trying not to lose control in a moving vehicle.”

You smiled against his skin, amused by the way he said it so calmly—while his cock throbbed deep inside you, and his fingers tightened minutely every time you ground down just right.

“Why fight it?” you murmured, starting to move in slow, deliberate rolls. “Just give in.”

He shook his head once, eyes flicking to the road as if that would save him. “You have no patience.”

“And you have too much,” you teased, circling your hips again. “Let me wear you down.”

Kento didn’t respond—but his jaw clenched, and his grip on your waist grew firmer. He was still so maddeningly composed, even as you clenched around him, already slick and aching. You loved the way he held it all in and you loved breaking him down, piece by piece.

You reached between your bodies and stroked your clit, moaning softly as you bounced just a little harder, the wet sounds between you unmistakable now in the quiet car.

“You feel so good,” you breathed. “I wanna make you come so badly.”

Kento drew in a deep, shaky breath. “You need to stop talking like that.”

“Why?” you asked sweetly, cupping his face so he’d look at you. “Is it turning you on?”

Kento’s head tipped back against the seat with a dull thud, jaw tight, hands gripping your thighs like they were the only things tethering him to reality.

You leaned forward, your chest brushing his as you rode him harder now, chasing that perfect rhythm. His hands slid up your back slowly, then down again, finally resting just above your ass. Still not pulling you down, not guiding you. Just there.

“You’re killing me,” he murmured, voice tight.

You kissed him then—soft, slow, and deep—and it was that kiss that finally cracked him. His hands grabbed your hips, grounding you as he began to thrust up into you, sharp and deliberate.

“Keep going,” he said quietly. “Don’t stop.”

You moaned into his mouth, your hands braced on his chest, letting him take the reins now, letting him fuck up into you with control and focus—but his breathing was starting to hitch, his rhythm faltering as you clenched and pulsed around him.

“Give it to me” you whispered. “Please.”

Kento groaned—barely—but you felt it more than heard it, his whole body tensing as he came deep inside you. His arms locked around your waist, holding you close as he rode it out in silence, only the sound of his heavy breathing and the car engine filling the space.

You collapsed against him, breathless and flushed, heart pounding.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re insane.”

You smirked. “And you’re impossible to break. But I’ll keep trying.”

PAINSLUT TOJI, MAYBE???!!! 18+ NSFW

(edited, enjoy!)

You were lying in bed, reading a book, when Toji finally came home. The door creaked open and he stepped inside, sluggish and quiet.

“I’m back,” he grunted, not even glancing your way before heading straight into the bathroom.

You raised an eyebrow, eyes drifting to the closed door. He didn’t look hurt—just... drained. You waited, listening to the sound of the shower starting up, then the low sigh that followed.

When he finally came out, he was toweling off his hair, another towel hanging low on his hips. His muscles flexed with each swipe, water still dripping down his chest. You let your eyes linger for a second too long before smirking.

“How was your day, baby?” you asked, setting your book aside.

“Absolute shit,” he muttered, walking over and flopping down face-first onto the bed “That guy’s gonna kill me.”

You shifted to face him. “Who?”

“My new training partner.” His voice was muffled by the pillow.

You nudged his shoulder playfully. “Aren’t you supposed to be super strong? Don’t tell me you’re getting soft.”

“Gimme a break,” he grumbled, not even bothering to lift his head.

You smiled and shifted over to straddle his hips, hands starting to knead the tension in his back.

He let out a long, low groan. “Yeah, that’s good,” he mumbled.

You kept working on him, thumbs digging into the spots that felt the most tense, feeling the stress slowly melt out of him. He made little grunts and sighs, equal parts pain and relief.

“You enjoying this?” you asked, leaning forward a little, lips brushing his ear.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed. “Don’t stop.”

You shifted again, your weight pressing into his lower back.

“Where you goin’, baby?” he murmured, lifting his head a fraction.

“God forbid a girl gets tired,” you said, brushing your hair out of your face. “Flip over.”

He let out a low groan and rolled onto his back, eyes half-lidded, body spent. You straddled his hips, dragging your fingers down his chest slowly. He shivered under your touch, his hands moving lazily to your thighs.

You started rolling your hips against him, just a little. Just enough.

“Don’t start this,” he muttered, voice tight. “I’m serious—I’m beat.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “What d’you mean?”

Toji met your gaze, jaw clenched, clearly fighting the urge to move. “You know what.”

“Too tired to fuck me?” you teased, leaning in to kiss his jaw.

“I wanna,” he admitted, “but my body’s not keeping up right now.”

“That’s fine,” you whispered, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head.

“You don’t have to do anything.”

Toji groaned, head pressing back into the pillow.

He was used to being in control, used to flipping you over and fucking you until you couldn’t breathe. So being under you like this—unable to do anything but feel—was killing him in the best way.

“You just can’t wait, huh?” he muttered, his breath catching as your hips rocked again, slow and deliberate.

“Do you not want this?” you asked, peppering soft kisses along his neck.

“You know I do,” he breathed, eyelids fluttering shut. “But you’re playing dirty.”

You grinned, sliding your hand down his stomach, undoing the towel. His cock sprang free, already thick and hard, twitching under your touch. You wrapped your fingers around it, stroking slowly from base to tip, teasing the sensitive underside with your thumb. Toji bit his lip hard, holding back the shiver that racked his body.

You kissed your way down his chest, trailing lower until your breath fanned over his tip. He sucked in a sharp breath, and you smiled against his skin before pressing a kiss to the base of his cock.

“God, this is embarrassing,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

You tried not to laugh. “You look pretty good from down here,” you said, licking a slow stripe up his shaft.

He twitched and flinched as the muscles in his thighs tensed beneath your palms.

Then you took him into your mouth—slow, steady, letting him stretch your lips, the tip brushing the back of your throat. His fingers tightly clenched the sheets, his breath stuttering as he groaned low in his chest.

“Mmf… shit,” he hissed.

You came up for air, swirling your tongue around the tip, stroking the rest with your hand. You moaned around him, your own arousal pulsing between your thighs. You let his cock fall from your mouth with a soft pop and climbed back on top, straddling him once again. He looked up at you, completely dazed.

You didn’t give him time to speak. You peeled off your nightgown, pulled your panties to the side, and slowly slid his cock through your folds, spreading your wetness along his length.

His eyes locked on your pussy as you teased him. He let out a tiny, almost pitiful whimper.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he muttered, voice wrecked.

“Yeah? You want me to ride you?” you asked, placing his tip at your entrance and rocking your hips.

“Fucking get it over with—oh my god—” he groaned as you sank down onto him.

His eyes rolled back, head dropping to the mattress. You never thought you’d hear Toji whine, but here he was—completely undone under you.

You started slow at first, savoring the stretch, but you couldn’t help it—you needed more. You leaned forward, planting your hands on his chest for leverage and began slamming your hips down. The headboard banged softly against the wall in time with your movements.

“Holy shit, baby, fuck,” Toji moaned, his hands flying to your ankles, gripping hard like he was grounding himself.

“You see what you do to me, huh?” you whispered, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging just enough to make him look.

He barely opened his eyes, but when he did—his gaze locked onto the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock—and he let out a broken sound.

“Uhuh… just like that—fuck.”

His moans turned desperate, and you could feel yourself getting close. You clenched around him, his cock twitching inside you.

Your legs were shaking, and you could feel how soaked you were, the wet sounds between you two getting louder with every bounce. Toji's head was thrown back, mouth open, eyes fluttering as he gripped your ankles like they were the only thing keeping him from completely losing it.

“Fuck, baby—you’re gonna make me come,” he rasped, voice hoarse.

You leaned forward, your hands flat on his chest, hair sticking to your neck. “Yeah? You gonna come already, big guy?” you teased, breath hitching as you ground down on him slow and deep.

He let out a choked laugh, cut short by a groan. “Keep talking shit—see what happens when I can move again.”

You smirked. “You’re threatening me? Cute.”

You rolled your hips with purpose now, chasing that high you could feel tightening in your gut. All it took was feeling his cock throb inside you. Your body trembled, your moans falling out unfiltered as you clenched around him, eyes squeezing shut.

Toji’s jaw clenched as he tried to hold on, but the heat of your orgasm, the feel of your slick walls gripping him—it was too much. Toji swore under his breath, his cock pulsed as he spilled deep inside you, hips jerking up helplessly with each twitch.

“Fuuuck—baby, fuck,” he groaned, his head thrown back.

You slumped forward, both of you panting like you just ran a marathon.

A few seconds passed before Toji muttered, “I can’t believe you fucking did that to me.”

You snorted, brushing your fingers through his sweaty hair. “You loved it.”

He grumbled something into your chest, arms lazily wrapping around your back.

“You’re not gonna move, are you?” you asked after a beat, still on top of him.

“Nope,” he said flatly. “This is my life now.”

You laughed softly, “You’re such a mess.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he murmured, already half asleep.