Forever the Observant One

Forever the Observant One

  • WpView
    Reads 1,303
  • WpVote
    Votes 81
  • WpPart
    Parts 11
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing3h 37m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Feb 23, 2022
"She wasn't used to a person observing her every move and sound in the bedroom. She always thought she would have lackluster sex for years. Then he came... Always touching places he remembered made her moan or move as a reaction. Always watching her facial expressions change from bliss to agony. Always saying the right words to send her over the edge..." ----- Amiya Ricard was tired of guys not trying in the bedroom. No matter how hard she tried guiding them, talking to them, showing them what she wanted, they never delivered. She just had to accept taking care of herself and only focus on her design work. Nanami Kento was the CMO of Bratosphere, top lingerie company in Japan. He's in charge of branding and marketing the products, so when he noticed Amiya's not up to par at work, he offers her a chance to help him with his job. JJK characters owned and copyrighted by Akutami Gege
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • His Problem | Nanami Kento x reader
  • Just Desserts- GxG
  • Sacrifice For The Job
  • My Girl's Dirty Secret || MYG
  • A Contract Of Smoke And Sugar
  • Jujutsu Kaisen Women x Reader WLW
  • C.E.O x C.E.O
  • Little Wife  | TAEHYUNG

"You're here a lot lately," he murmured, eyes not leaving the paper. You leaned on the counter, smirking. "Should I stop coming?" He looked up, one brow raised. "I didn't say that." You weren't supposed to like how easily the silence felt with him. Or how your name sounded when he said it low, like a secret. But then again, he wasn't supposed to stay after closing time either. It started with coffee. Then it was the late-night talks, the lingering touches. Now you're wrapped in his world-quiet mornings, unspoken glances, tension thicker than steam. You told yourself you could leave anytime. But he's never once asked you to stay. And that might be what makes it worse. Started: 08/05/2025 ON WRITING HIATUS UNFORTUNATELY Dislcaimer: Will contain smut in the future

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines