♡ Bound ♡ Yukimiya

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fem!reader x kenyu yukimiya

nsfw

both reader and kenyu are 18 here!

tw: mature content ahead!!

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You slip into the kitchen, finding Kenyu standing by the counter. Even after finally managing to steal some free time away from the rigorous training at Blue Lock and modelling commitments that had consumed him lately, Kenyu remained dedicated to maintaining his impressive physique.

You take a deep breath, savouring the scent of his sweat and the way his toned muscles rippled under his skin. Just as Kenyu is reaching for a glass to pour himself some water, you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling his back against your chest.

Your hands splay across his stomach, feeling the defined abs underneath his clinging workout shirt. Leaning in close, you nuzzle your cheek against Kenyu's shoulder blade.

"Kenyu... I've missed you so much lately," you murmur. "It feels like we haven't had any real quality time together, just the two of us. I've been feeling so lonely..."

Kenyu's body stiffens a bit at your words, but he quickly relaxes back into your embrace. He turns his head to the side, offering you a wsrm, apologetic smile.

"I know, I know... I'm sorry for being so caught up with everything else," Kenyu replies. "That's why I made sure to carve out this time, just for us. I'm here now, Y/n." Kenyu places his hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Why don't we do whatever you want today? Name it, and I will be at your service to fulfil it all." Kenyu suggests heartily, hoping this will cheer you up. Your eyes widen before a smirk curves on your lips. You roughly turn him around, gripping his shirt and yanking him down. You whisper seductively into his ear, "Bed..now."

Kenyu's eyes grew a little wide at your commanding tone. He could feel the heat of your breath against his ear, your whispered words sending a jolt of excitement through his body.

"Anything you want, Y/n," Kenyu whispers back without hesitation. "You're the boss."

He allows you to guide him out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom. Kenyu's heart races with anticipation, wondering what sensual delights awaited him at your hands.

The ball is in your court now, and Kenyu is more than willing to be your plaything.

You retrieve a long, thick coil of silky rope from your dresser drawer, the smooth fibres sliding through your fingers. Holding it up, you turn to face Kenyu, a devilish grin playing across your lips as you tantalizingly dangle the rope in front of him.

"What's that for?" Kenyu asks curiously as he takes off his glasses. A blush rises to his cheeks when the realization hits him.

"Pleasure," you reply simply. You let the rope unravel from your hand, the ends swaying hypnotically. "Now strip for me, Ken. I want to see all of you."

Kenyu's breath catches in his throat. He doesn't hesitate, quickly tugging his sweat-soaked shirt over his head and tossing it aside. His fingers hook into the waistband of his workout shorts, and he shimmies them down his long, toned legs, stepping out of them to stand before you in nothing but a pair of tight-fitting boxers.

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