Kenji Sato X Reader Novels & Stories

with that, like she said three times before. Kenji tossed a file toward me. Inside were papers of arrangement. I skimmed until my eyes snagged on the header: “Relationship between the Reeds and the Satos.” My stomach dropped when I read, “A marriage between Kai and Hinato would bring both companies closer and deepen a relationship that has stood for years.” This has to be a joke. I kept reading, stealing glances at Kenji. He did nothing. He was perfectly calm, magazine in hand, legs crossed, as if this wasn't the kind of thing that could break me.

Her voice came out soft but clear. Sato removed his jacket fast. Then his shirt. His chest was lean with defined muscles. He stepped to the bed. Kenji dropped his robe. His thick cock stood ready again. Sato opened his pants and his own cock sprang out. Long and slightly curved. Different from Kenji but equally hard.

Below the caption was an additional footnote: "I, Xander Riordan, am offering Ms. Emiko Satoru to anyone interested, as I already have a partner of my own and am doing this simply to help a lonely friend. Ms. Emiko Satoru awaits you, good luck!" Xander even included Emiko's phone number and social media accounts, so the constant notifications nearly blew up her phone. Kano stood up slowly and approached Emiko, who was crying angrily. "Have you and Kaji gone to see Mr. Riordan and Dr. Jonas?" Kano asked sharply. Emiko looked at her father's face and realized she wasn't going to get any defense this time. Emiko shook her head. "N-Not yet," Emiko replied nervously.

He frowned when he saw Kate. "I said what is your password baby?" Kate repeated her question. "It's our anniversary babe," Kenji replied. Kate frowned at what Kenji said. "What?" he asked again. "1*24 is the password," Kenji said and Kate opened the door to her surprise. She laid Kenji down on the bed then looked at him closely. Kate has had a crush on Kenji for a long time since they were young. Kenji is the only one who doesn't pay attention to her so she's just angry with Shanbri because he gets Kenji's attention.

She joined him when she was done and sat across from him. “So” She started. “So?” “Don't you have anything to say?” She asked, a little surprised. “Ok fine. Hi, my name's Takumi Rengoku and I'm 16 years old. Nice to meet you.” She looked at him with a tilted head and raised an eyebrow. “This is the part where you also introduce yourself.” She couldn't stop herself from snorting. “What?” “I wasn't expecting that response. I'm Twilight Sakata and no, my parents weren't wasted when they named me. They just really loved My Little Pony.” She paused for a moment. “Actually, now that I’ve said that out loud, I think they were.”

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

Hunter asked, and the two ignored him. "What are you reading exactly? Is it romance? Action?" Edgar inquired. Joel answered after a yawn. "Sport anime, Haikyuu. I finished it." Then he yawned again. Yawn is something contagious. Just seeing him yawning made Edgar and Hunter did the same. “A werewolf reading human’s sport anime, that’s very odd,” Edgar laughed. “It will be more funny if a werewolf is reading romantic story,” Hunter added. As soon as he said that, the person standing in front of the line dropped a book.

Kenji Sato stood at the head, 6'1" of lethal grace wrapped in a midnight-blue bespoke suit that clung like a lover's promise. Porcelain skin stretched over high cheekbones, jet-black hair slicked back to reveal obsidian eyes that locked onto mine with unnerving precision. A thin scar sliced his left jaw, a whisper of violence. His mouth curved in a half-smirk as he extended his hand. I took it, expecting firmness. Instead, his grip lingered—warm, unyielding, thumb brushing my knuckle in a graze that sent unwelcome heat coiling up my arm. "Ms. Whitaker," he said, faint Japanese accent wrapping each syllable like silk over steel. "Your reputation precedes you." His eyes didn't waver, dissectin

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I wondered if all my mate marks would look the same or different. “She needs clothes or I’m taking her right now,” Satu told everyone that was listening, his face still near my core, stimulating me. Moaning, I go to sit up as Satu licks my lower lips and I fall back onto the bed, pushing my core closer to him. I didn’t know what to do when Satu moved and pressed his tongue into my opening. I grabbed the back of his head and grinded my lower lips all over his face. Satu groaned and sucked on my clit, fingers slowly entering me. I gasped and raised my hips in encouragement. I looked at my other mates, who were all in boxers, and my glazed eyes met Codex’s. I crooked my finger at him, grabbed h