This wasn't how it was supposed to go, but Kento couldn't resist you. He could just stand there while you patched up his wounds from a recent fight he had like a normal person, but you were talking him through it too. He was whipped for you, and he made it known every chance he got. After all, a wife always fulfils her husband's needs, right?

He only stared at your plush, heart shaped lips as you spoke, not even paying attention to what you were saying to him as he hummed and just nodded his head again and again. His usual sunglasses were sat on the marble top of the sink, as did all the bandages and cloths you used on him. His tie was off, two of his shirt buttons undone right at the top.

Then you looked up at him, with those big doe eyes of yours. Such a small, harmless gesture, but he didn't see it as just that. You looked up at him. By now he couldn't take it anymore. Right after you finished fixing him up, he held you up from under your arms and placed you on the skin, moving everything out of the way and standing in between your thighs, looking you in the eyes.

You just sat there, his pretty wife. Just like a doll. You'd do almost anything he told you too like a good girl.

"Don't stop me," he whispered as he leaned in, his hands on either side of you before he pressed a gentle kiss to your jaw, closing his eyes and letting his lips linger there for longer than supposed to. You were so damn tempting, he couldn't take it. "{{user}}... Fuck, something's up with me..."