Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Ronin's Love Shack ❯ You’re So Cute When Your Mad Honey ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Mistress_Sanada 
Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.18.2001 | Updated On: 10.18.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 606 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.18.2001 | Updated On: 10.18.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 606 | Status: Completed
The Ronins' Love Shack (You're So Cute When Your Mad Honey)
By Pamela Ann Sanada
Chapter 7
"BRITTANY, BRITTANY..." he shouted, as she continued babbling and assaulting him. He grabbed her by the shoulders. "I carry you around like that all the time, you can't be that upset about it?! THE SHIRT, you're really that upset about it, honey? I'm sorry, I'll buy you a new one, I'll buy you one in every color, just stop throwing a fit on me, please" he apologized.
But, this only seemed to enflame her even more to the point of tears. "You CAN'T just buy another one," she said, condescending him.
"Why they don't make it anymore," he asked innocently, "it's just a tee shirt, I'll get one like it, okay?"
She choked back the tears, "It's not just any shirt! You don't get it!"
"What? What don't I get?" he went on, clueless.
"That was..." she tried to hold back the tears.
"That was, was what, sweetheart, please, tell me?" Kento urged, the pain he saw in her face was ripping him in two.
Tears trickle down her face as she confessed, "that was the shirt I had on the first time..."
"The first time we said, 'I love you,' to each other" he cut in "that's what this is? You didn't think I remembered?".
She stared at him in amazement because he nailed it and her tears turned from pain to bittersweet memories. "You remember?"
"You bet ya, I do!" He went on to describe everything about that day down to every stitch of clothing, shoes and jewelry she wore, even the toe-ring she had on.
"Oh, my god," she stated, flabbergasted because she always wore different ones with every outfit.
"Christ, I still have the movie stub in my wallet! Look," he finished removing it and handed it to her.
"Oh, Kento, I'm so sorry! Can't believe that you kept this," she apologized in a cheerful tone.
"Baby, I'm so sorry about the shirt" Kento remorsefully ran his knuckles down her cheek, looking deep into her eyes.
"Sweetheart, it will come clean. I just got so upset, because I didn't think that day meant as much to you as it did to me, but now I see I was so wrong," she told him in a loving voice.
"So ya forgive me," he asked.
"The question is do you forgive me," she renounced.
"There's nothing to forgive, baby, I'll always love you no matter what," he told her gliding his hands up and down her arms.
"Well, at least let me make it up to you," she insinuated.
Totally knowing what she meant, Kento grinned and pulled her hips close, teasing, "Oh, yeah and just how do you mean to do that?"
"Just like this..." she cooed, dipping her head to kiss him, while pulling his shirt up over his head, discarding it and running her hands all over his large, strong pecs.
He puffed them up some more under her touch and he wagged her hips to and fro goading, "Well, get to it, woman…I'm waitin."
Her eyes widened and she dropped her jaw, then she laughed, giving him a playful swat on the chest. "Kento…why do you tease me so much?" She was curious to know, but not expecting the answer she got.
"Because it turns me on." He smiled brightly, laughing hard.
"Uhrhrh! Are you serious?" She stood there in shock.
"Yup…" He got out around the laughter.
"Oh, my god, I didn't know that!" This time she gave him a good swat on the shoulder.
"Yeah, I can't help it you're so cute when you're mad," he told her, still chuckling, giving her butt a good squeeze.
"YOU BRAT!!! Is that why you're always messing with me," she yelled.
Which made him laugh even harder saying, "BINGO, you got it, baby."
"YOU PAIN IN THE ASS!!! You are rotten to the core, Kento of hard rock," she mused. This time, going to backhand him, aiming for his face, but got his arm as he flinched, bringing his arms up to block her playful response. He was laughing so hard it brought tears to his eyes. He grabbed her arms so she couldn't assault him anymore and brought her down on top of him. She laughed, squirming to get free as he wrapped his arms around her, making it so she couldn't move, pinning her arms curled up between them.
"That's it, keep getting mad, you got me so hot," he joshed, but meant it.
"That's it, we aren't having sex, you can just forget it," she warned, but was kidding.
Kento got very serious, "The hell, we're not!"
He rolled over on top of her kissing her hard then slid off of her onto the floor on his knees and put his mouth to the middle of her thighs, breathing a hot breath so she felt it through the fabric of her jeans.
"Ahhoh…Kento," she sighed as she forgot all about being mad at him and ran her fingers through his hair.
Kento reached up and undid her pants, only moving his mouth long enough to remove them along with her thong. Then put his tongue against her flesh, pushing her legs up with his hands under her knees until she rested one foot on his broad shoulder and the other molded itself to his shoulder blade.
She gripped his hair, in-taking a sharp breath, then she groaned, "Oh, Kento, you're so unfair…ahhahh. "
He stopped only long enough to taunt her, "So, do you still not want to have sex with me? Huh?"
"Please, you know I can't say 'no' when you do that," she relented in a submissive tone.
"Do what?" he pretended to act dumb, because he loved sex talk.
And she loved to please him by doing it, "When you eat me out, Kento."
"Well alright then, shut up so I can finish," he gave her a raised eyebrow look like he was annoyed, then gave a chuckle right before he put his mouth back over her clit.
In the meantime, she had given him another look of shock, saying, "Oh, Kento, you are…" But, she didn't get to finish.
Now, Kento loved to get as good as he gave, so after a while of licking her, he leaned back and unbuttoned his own jeans and asked, "Hey, honey, can we do a 69?"
Brittany purred, "Of course, my Kento of hard cock." He gave her a gleaming smile, because he adored it when she called him that, as he stood up hitching his thumbs in his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers off together.
He laid down next to her and she tried to get on top of him, but he stopped her. "Now wait just a minute, you know what I want to see, come on, off with it." He gestured at her top.
"Huh? -Oh." She almost forgot she had the shirt still on. Looking down at it, she took it off and went to take off her bra.
But Kento grabbed her hands, telling her, "No, you know this is my favorite part." He drank in the sight of her cleavage spilling over the white satin as he always did, he just never got tired of seeing her boobs pushed together like that, sighing he complemented her, "Hmmm…God, you have the best rack I've ever seen."
"Yes, I know, Kento, you buy and pick out my bras for me. Sometimes I wonder if that's the only reason you like me in the first place," she confessed. While he skillfully unclasped the closure in front with his tongue at the corner of his top lip, as the huge mounds spilled out.
In his own little world, he commented, "Alh yeah, that's the stuff, humum…ummm."
"Kento!!" she exclaimed at his chauvinistic attitude.
"What, baby, you know how much I worship these twin gods," he said as he cupped them, liking the feel of their weight in his palms.
"So, I guess THAT was the first thing you noticed about me, huh," she asked half-heartedly, because she knew Kento loved her, but he always seemed to focus on her chest.
"No, that wasn't the first thing I noticed, either," he began.
"Really?" again she was amazed.
"No, first thing I noticed was your hair…then it was your ass then ya turned around, then I noticed your boobs, then your eyes," he finished in a cheeky manner.
"Jezze, baby, you're so romantic," she claimed about his charm, giggling.
"Oh, come on, Brittany, you're a 36 double D on a 5`3 frame, your tits are a little hard to miss," he chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess you have a point," she laughed out loud.
"I just feel sorry for Ryo, cause you're the one who got blessed in that family," he laughed along with her.
"KENTO!! You are incorrigible," she scolded him, swatting him again.
"Yeah, but you know you love it, babe." He gave a chuckle and then claimed her pink areola between his teeth gently and went on to pay homage to the pair.
Brittany liked to watch him flick his tongue over her nipples and suck them into his mouth, gently nibbling while kneading them with his large, warm hands. And when he reached down to stroke himself, she fondled the breast that was bereft of attention.
Then he commanded, "Alright, girl, its time for you to sit on my face," and she did so, happily positioning her body over him facing his very large shaft and taking it into her mouth. He watched her lips slide down on him and moaned, "Alh, yeah, Brittany, that's it, baby," just before he claimed her nether lips again.
They ate each other like they couldn't get enough and of course, what one was doing only fueled the other to do more. Finally, he slid one thick finger inside her wet folds along with slightly rubbing the instep of her foot next to his head, which always sent her into orbit and this time was no exception.
Brittany stopped sucking on him but kept stroking his penis rather roughly as her orgasm hit full force. "Ahahhahhoh…yeah, that's it, Kento, don't stop, ahh, my God, yes!" Kento vigorously fingered and licked her until she collapsed, her torso on his abdomen, breathing sighs of relief.
"Who takes care of ya, baby?" he growled, gently rubbing his hands over the roundness of her bottom as she cooed in agreement. "Okay, my little redheaded goddess, it's my turn," he said hoarsely, patting her on the cheek.
"No, not yet, I can't move," she whined.
"Okay, okay, at least let me get the jimmy hat," he told her sweetly, letting her have her peace.
Brittany weakly rolled off of him so he could sit up and get into the nightstand. Kento retrieved the condom, unwrapped it, then leaned back and handed it to Brittany. It pleased him to see her hands, with long painted nails, unroll the rubber over his member. She took it smiling, knowing how much he enjoyed this part, so she made it as pleasant as possible. He gave her a devious look and moved over her, taking the missionary position, but wrapped her ankles up around his neck, using all her flexibility. And shortly after, they were moaning together in release.
~TBC~ and I would like to thank dear sweet Espaa 4 all her wonderful editing skills ;)
By Pamela Ann Sanada
Chapter 7
"BRITTANY, BRITTANY..." he shouted, as she continued babbling and assaulting him. He grabbed her by the shoulders. "I carry you around like that all the time, you can't be that upset about it?! THE SHIRT, you're really that upset about it, honey? I'm sorry, I'll buy you a new one, I'll buy you one in every color, just stop throwing a fit on me, please" he apologized.
But, this only seemed to enflame her even more to the point of tears. "You CAN'T just buy another one," she said, condescending him.
"Why they don't make it anymore," he asked innocently, "it's just a tee shirt, I'll get one like it, okay?"
She choked back the tears, "It's not just any shirt! You don't get it!"
"What? What don't I get?" he went on, clueless.
"That was..." she tried to hold back the tears.
"That was, was what, sweetheart, please, tell me?" Kento urged, the pain he saw in her face was ripping him in two.
Tears trickle down her face as she confessed, "that was the shirt I had on the first time..."
"The first time we said, 'I love you,' to each other" he cut in "that's what this is? You didn't think I remembered?".
She stared at him in amazement because he nailed it and her tears turned from pain to bittersweet memories. "You remember?"
"You bet ya, I do!" He went on to describe everything about that day down to every stitch of clothing, shoes and jewelry she wore, even the toe-ring she had on.
"Oh, my god," she stated, flabbergasted because she always wore different ones with every outfit.
"Christ, I still have the movie stub in my wallet! Look," he finished removing it and handed it to her.
"Oh, Kento, I'm so sorry! Can't believe that you kept this," she apologized in a cheerful tone.
"Baby, I'm so sorry about the shirt" Kento remorsefully ran his knuckles down her cheek, looking deep into her eyes.
"Sweetheart, it will come clean. I just got so upset, because I didn't think that day meant as much to you as it did to me, but now I see I was so wrong," she told him in a loving voice.
"So ya forgive me," he asked.
"The question is do you forgive me," she renounced.
"There's nothing to forgive, baby, I'll always love you no matter what," he told her gliding his hands up and down her arms.
"Well, at least let me make it up to you," she insinuated.
Totally knowing what she meant, Kento grinned and pulled her hips close, teasing, "Oh, yeah and just how do you mean to do that?"
"Just like this..." she cooed, dipping her head to kiss him, while pulling his shirt up over his head, discarding it and running her hands all over his large, strong pecs.
He puffed them up some more under her touch and he wagged her hips to and fro goading, "Well, get to it, woman…I'm waitin."
Her eyes widened and she dropped her jaw, then she laughed, giving him a playful swat on the chest. "Kento…why do you tease me so much?" She was curious to know, but not expecting the answer she got.
"Because it turns me on." He smiled brightly, laughing hard.
"Uhrhrh! Are you serious?" She stood there in shock.
"Yup…" He got out around the laughter.
"Oh, my god, I didn't know that!" This time she gave him a good swat on the shoulder.
"Yeah, I can't help it you're so cute when you're mad," he told her, still chuckling, giving her butt a good squeeze.
"YOU BRAT!!! Is that why you're always messing with me," she yelled.
Which made him laugh even harder saying, "BINGO, you got it, baby."
"YOU PAIN IN THE ASS!!! You are rotten to the core, Kento of hard rock," she mused. This time, going to backhand him, aiming for his face, but got his arm as he flinched, bringing his arms up to block her playful response. He was laughing so hard it brought tears to his eyes. He grabbed her arms so she couldn't assault him anymore and brought her down on top of him. She laughed, squirming to get free as he wrapped his arms around her, making it so she couldn't move, pinning her arms curled up between them.
"That's it, keep getting mad, you got me so hot," he joshed, but meant it.
"That's it, we aren't having sex, you can just forget it," she warned, but was kidding.
Kento got very serious, "The hell, we're not!"
He rolled over on top of her kissing her hard then slid off of her onto the floor on his knees and put his mouth to the middle of her thighs, breathing a hot breath so she felt it through the fabric of her jeans.
"Ahhoh…Kento," she sighed as she forgot all about being mad at him and ran her fingers through his hair.
Kento reached up and undid her pants, only moving his mouth long enough to remove them along with her thong. Then put his tongue against her flesh, pushing her legs up with his hands under her knees until she rested one foot on his broad shoulder and the other molded itself to his shoulder blade.
She gripped his hair, in-taking a sharp breath, then she groaned, "Oh, Kento, you're so unfair…ahhahh. "
He stopped only long enough to taunt her, "So, do you still not want to have sex with me? Huh?"
"Please, you know I can't say 'no' when you do that," she relented in a submissive tone.
"Do what?" he pretended to act dumb, because he loved sex talk.
And she loved to please him by doing it, "When you eat me out, Kento."
"Well alright then, shut up so I can finish," he gave her a raised eyebrow look like he was annoyed, then gave a chuckle right before he put his mouth back over her clit.
In the meantime, she had given him another look of shock, saying, "Oh, Kento, you are…" But, she didn't get to finish.
Now, Kento loved to get as good as he gave, so after a while of licking her, he leaned back and unbuttoned his own jeans and asked, "Hey, honey, can we do a 69?"
Brittany purred, "Of course, my Kento of hard cock." He gave her a gleaming smile, because he adored it when she called him that, as he stood up hitching his thumbs in his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers off together.
He laid down next to her and she tried to get on top of him, but he stopped her. "Now wait just a minute, you know what I want to see, come on, off with it." He gestured at her top.
"Huh? -Oh." She almost forgot she had the shirt still on. Looking down at it, she took it off and went to take off her bra.
But Kento grabbed her hands, telling her, "No, you know this is my favorite part." He drank in the sight of her cleavage spilling over the white satin as he always did, he just never got tired of seeing her boobs pushed together like that, sighing he complemented her, "Hmmm…God, you have the best rack I've ever seen."
"Yes, I know, Kento, you buy and pick out my bras for me. Sometimes I wonder if that's the only reason you like me in the first place," she confessed. While he skillfully unclasped the closure in front with his tongue at the corner of his top lip, as the huge mounds spilled out.
In his own little world, he commented, "Alh yeah, that's the stuff, humum…ummm."
"Kento!!" she exclaimed at his chauvinistic attitude.
"What, baby, you know how much I worship these twin gods," he said as he cupped them, liking the feel of their weight in his palms.
"So, I guess THAT was the first thing you noticed about me, huh," she asked half-heartedly, because she knew Kento loved her, but he always seemed to focus on her chest.
"No, that wasn't the first thing I noticed, either," he began.
"Really?" again she was amazed.
"No, first thing I noticed was your hair…then it was your ass then ya turned around, then I noticed your boobs, then your eyes," he finished in a cheeky manner.
"Jezze, baby, you're so romantic," she claimed about his charm, giggling.
"Oh, come on, Brittany, you're a 36 double D on a 5`3 frame, your tits are a little hard to miss," he chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess you have a point," she laughed out loud.
"I just feel sorry for Ryo, cause you're the one who got blessed in that family," he laughed along with her.
"KENTO!! You are incorrigible," she scolded him, swatting him again.
"Yeah, but you know you love it, babe." He gave a chuckle and then claimed her pink areola between his teeth gently and went on to pay homage to the pair.
Brittany liked to watch him flick his tongue over her nipples and suck them into his mouth, gently nibbling while kneading them with his large, warm hands. And when he reached down to stroke himself, she fondled the breast that was bereft of attention.
Then he commanded, "Alright, girl, its time for you to sit on my face," and she did so, happily positioning her body over him facing his very large shaft and taking it into her mouth. He watched her lips slide down on him and moaned, "Alh, yeah, Brittany, that's it, baby," just before he claimed her nether lips again.
They ate each other like they couldn't get enough and of course, what one was doing only fueled the other to do more. Finally, he slid one thick finger inside her wet folds along with slightly rubbing the instep of her foot next to his head, which always sent her into orbit and this time was no exception.
Brittany stopped sucking on him but kept stroking his penis rather roughly as her orgasm hit full force. "Ahahhahhoh…yeah, that's it, Kento, don't stop, ahh, my God, yes!" Kento vigorously fingered and licked her until she collapsed, her torso on his abdomen, breathing sighs of relief.
"Who takes care of ya, baby?" he growled, gently rubbing his hands over the roundness of her bottom as she cooed in agreement. "Okay, my little redheaded goddess, it's my turn," he said hoarsely, patting her on the cheek.
"No, not yet, I can't move," she whined.
"Okay, okay, at least let me get the jimmy hat," he told her sweetly, letting her have her peace.
Brittany weakly rolled off of him so he could sit up and get into the nightstand. Kento retrieved the condom, unwrapped it, then leaned back and handed it to Brittany. It pleased him to see her hands, with long painted nails, unroll the rubber over his member. She took it smiling, knowing how much he enjoyed this part, so she made it as pleasant as possible. He gave her a devious look and moved over her, taking the missionary position, but wrapped her ankles up around his neck, using all her flexibility. And shortly after, they were moaning together in release.
~TBC~ and I would like to thank dear sweet Espaa 4 all her wonderful editing skills ;)