There's Something Awful In Looking At Someone And Thinking "i Could've Loved You If You Had Let Me."

there's something awful in looking at someone and thinking "i could've loved you if you had let me."

Brucie and his babies (and oh no he forgot he invited Clark and Diana oh no-)

thinking (long and hard) about... kenji sato & baseball critic!reader

but the relationship is already established STAY WITH ME HERE STAY WITH ME

incorrect quotes

"saw your article today. you sure do love feeding the people lies." - - - "that's the thing, baby. i have more than enough to support us both and then some, quit overworking yourself."

and when he's been thinking about going public and you express your worries

"public opinion? sweetheart, i only take three people's opinions into count. dad's, mom's, and yours."

and when you're talking

"well i'm just saying, would it not be weird for the man who i've been writing articles about since he landed here in japan be my boyfriend—?" "husband." "ken, we're not married..." "yet."

im cooking something up TRUST!!!!!! preview <3 preview #2

fav shoyo era 🇧🇷☀️

10:57pm

pairing ; kenji x gn!reader

rating ; suggestive

author’s note ; the thoughts i have for this man … im so normal about him. i need him so bad. hope u guys enjoy ! not proof read

kissing with kenji ! he’s so desperate for you, thighs either side of your body holding you down, hips twitching against you. he’s got one hand firmly wrapped around your throat, thumb slowly rubbing over your carotid. his other hand bruises your waist, skin clenched so tightly in his hold because he wants to see the pretty red marks he leaves behind. he’s feral.

you gasp into his mouth, red in the face from the lack of oxygen when he finally lets up. kenji makes a sound, deep and throaty, almost disappointed in the fact that you had to take a breather. he’s insatiable. he wants to be on you all the time, wants to have you under him, on top, next to, doesn’t care so long as he has you. he takes his hand away from your neck and presses his fingers against your bruised, puffy lips. they’re red and kiss-bitten. there’s drool against your chin and cheeks, courtesy of kenji’s overly curious tongue. there’s a flush on his cheeks, warm to the touch, eyes heavy-lidded and pupils blown wide. “need a break,” you manage to sigh out. his pretty lips travel to your neck, biting flesh playfully. kenji sucks tiny bruises along the column of your throat, trying his best to give you time to recover. he doesn’t last long before he’s rolling his eyes and blowing out a “pfft,” reaching out to hold your head like a ball, pressing your faces together again.

he’s aching against you, painfully hard whilst he ruts, but he just can’t stop. he needs this. this is where he belongs. his lips are so soft, so pillowy pressed against yours. he licks into your mouth, humming in approval. he could die like this. could die with his tongue buried in your throat. euphoric. that’s what this feels like.

when kenji eventually stops for the night, you’re both a mess, you more than him. “did so good f’me, angel,” he grunts against your ear. he’s ruined you, and it fills him absolute glee. you glare at him, huffing about how you’re supposed to show up to work like this tomorrow. “i look like i got mauled,” you say, half jokingly, half worried about how you were supposed to explain your swollen lips.

“oh, you big baby,” he coos, smirking. you’ve just unknowingly added to his insanely inflated ego. he can’t wait until morning when he’ll get to repeat this all over again.