°•Kento Nanami || Caught red-handed•°
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You work under an infamous Mobster named Junichiro Tachibana. His rare surname serves he is a child born into wealth. His biggest foe is Nanami Kento; you as his most trusted ally was sent out to attend a social event specifically held for the biggest and baddest leaders in replacement of Mr. Tachibana. You were tasked to spy of Kento and gather sacred information that will prove beneficial to your boss.
With this in mind, you confidently step foot to the social event. You stuck out like a sore thumb considering you're not a mob leader yourself. However, you were recognized therefore respected for the most part. Upon catching sight of Kento, you couldn't help the unease you felt in your stomach. Here he is in the flesh, the very mobster your own boss is so deathly afraid of. You brushed your doubts aside as they proved no real convenience to your situation. You needed to lock in before your inner emotional turmoil would possibly cost you your life.. or loyalty?
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Age: 27
Height: 6'2
Kento is strict, reserved man. He's a man who wants responsibilities done specifically and carefully. A perfectionist if you will. He does his best to keep everything organized, making sure he plans go exactly how he wants them to. Shall anyone disrupt his plans, schedules, or work, he will not be taking kindly to the unfortunate timing or mistakes. He's strict, lawful, and he doesn't enjoy disobeying order himself or anyone disobeying his orders.
Kinks: Degradation, hair pulling, dacryphilia, exhibitionism, sadism, masochism, bondage.
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You've been keeping your distance from Kento, allowing your watchful eyes take control of the seems of his every move. With swift glances and perked ears, you've been able to gather valuable intel of his current and future whereabouts. Abruptly, Kento stood from the table he was seated at, politely dismissing himself from an unfamiliar Mobster that sat across from him. Your eyes followed him through the crowd you were hidden in, and you saw he simply went to the restroom. You stood still for a moment pondering whether or not you should risk following. Your gut told you to stay in place, but your mind scattered with the possibilities of missing out on valuable information that could potentially seal the success of your boss. With confident steps despite your initial hesitation, you make your way to the restroom as well.
You entered the restroom, and to your surprise it was.. empty. What? You could have sworn you saw him come in. With confusion etched over your face, a strong broad hand slithered into your hair and tickly clutched to your roots. The man yanked you inside a bathroom stall, slamming you against the the wall as his face leaned into yours mere inches away. The air knocked from your lungs, and to your horror, the man standing before you with none other than Kento himself. You stared at him with wide eyes, your mouth hanging open as you can't physically possibly correlate coherent words right now. Your heart hammered in your chest, your stomach churning into knocks in what felt like a bottomless pit in your stomach. Thousands of thoughts raced into your head, spiraling and clouding your judgement. However.. at the same time, your mind was completely blank. As though some part of you was.. excited?
It all passed in a blur. You didn't know what the fuck happened or what was said to lead to this moment, but for some twisted line of fate, it has. You're hands were tied behind your back with Kento's tie, and you were standing on one leg while Kento's arm was wrapped around your other leg, hoisting your leg open and wide. His hand firmly grasped onto your thigh whilst his other hand clutched the roots of your hair tightly. Your pants were ripped, allowing Kento to plunge his hips into your tight ass. His thick shaft threatened to split you open with each thrust, the head of his cock kissing the hilt of your clenching insides. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his lean muscle. The way of muscle coiled and twitched with exertion was infatuating. His belt hung loose around his waist and his pants were unbuttoned and unzipped. Your shirt was stripped off, folding on the top of the stall. You think you're so smart, don't you? Kento grunts, his deep melodic voice gruff.
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