Hey !! Author here, I've written plenty of silly fics in the far past - when I was a child that is. I've found that my writing has changed a significant amount and have decided to revive myself. Think of this as redemption
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synopsis: Kento Nanami has been your respectful, loving boyfriend for two months now. All you've done so far is kiss, and you want more with him. He refuses for your sake, warning of his roughness. So, you take matters into your own hands and convince him to put in 'just the tip'.
content warning(s): just the tip challenge, dom! Kento Nanami, clothed sex, couch sex, clit slapping, brief use of a leather belt, hard and rough sex, doggy-style, hair pulling, manhandling, dirty talk, degrading, unprotected sex, creampie
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The night had gone great. You two had a fantastic dinner at a fine restaurant, and now you're at his house, getting hot and heavy on the couch. You're sat in his lap, straddling his waist, the hem of your dress riding up your thighs as the fabric gives to accommodate him between your legs. Your hands are running over the muscles of his chest, only the thin layer of his dress shirt between your touch and his skin. His palms are on your waist, pulling you closer, pressing you so firmly against him that you can feel the blunt heat of his hard cock beneath the confines of his slacks.
You can feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins–tonight is the night. Every time you two get close to having sex, he pulls away, saying he isn't ready, but right now it feels so different, so electric–
He hums, punctuating the kiss and pulling back, giving you room to breathe. Your stomach sinks, no, this isn't what you want, you want–
"We should stop here for the night," He murmurs, and you look into his eyes, a frown tugging your lips down at their corners.
"But you're hard," You protest, "Kento, please...we've waited long enough, and you clearly want this..."
His jaw tightens as he takes a breath. "I do...but we can't."
Now you're just confused. "...can't?"
He sighs heavily, giving you no explanation, but nodding. "Now, let's m–"
"No, hold on," You interrupt him, "Kento, tell me why? I-is it me? Do you... not want...?"
"It's definitely not you," He dispels quickly, "It's me, okay?"
