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ppeacherine · 5 years

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Salt and Doors (Viola/Maverick)

Viola summons a demi-god and realizes that ITS A HUNGRY HUNGRY CATERPILLAR

original fiction with amy’s character viola and my character maverick!

Viola pours a second ring of salt around herself, tucking her skirt underneath her folded knees for the dozenth time. She doesn’t believe the second ring will protect her if the first doesn’t, especially not when every protective sigil she could think of was chalked between the two.

A single chime from across the room tells her she has thirty minutes – starting now, at 11:30 p.m. – to begin and end the binding ritual.

She had made the other preparations in advance: the curtains had been tightly drawn around every window in the attic; two lit, black candles had been placed before both sides of the locked door; an unlit white one was placed before her.

The offering was wrapped tightly in fabric, tied with the prettiest bow she could manage. Presentation mattered – or, she told herself it did. The gift would be essential in starting negotiations with… whatever would come through the door. She’d put in every power object she could think of: a locket she had always worn, the last letter from her grandmother, a lock of her hair, it went on.

She struck a match with shaking fingers, wincing against its sudden light.

Most witches didn’t need to complete a binding to strengthen themselves. They were born with magic in their blood, with power in their blood. Their abilities went beyond confusing dreams and telepathy, mind reading. The latter two in their strength might have been unique to her lineage, but they weren’t enough. She would always be a fledgling, shrinking violet of a witch.

And in desperation, the only remedy left to her was to bind to something stronger. It was costly, some degree of forbidden, and highly frowned upon even if it were successful. If she walked away from this with a contract, with a binding, she would be immeasurably more powerful.

If she failed, she would be cast out from her coven with nothing to show for it.

She lights the white candle in front of her, shaking the match out. It nearly flies from her hand at a loud knocking behind the door.

Three knocks, then invite them in—

The wood and metal strain suddenly. When the door opens, the candles extinguish with the draft.

Her eyes snap open.

One, one knock, if that even counted. She didn’t invite them in. Her pulse starts racing, and she feels the beaded sweat at her temples slip down with the alarmed raise of her eyebrows. She’d never heard—read—of a binding that didn’t require an invitation of some kind. The ritual powered the gateway, but the arrangement alone didn’t allow the summoned entity in. It was a one-way path at that point, not two, and questions tear through her mind.

Viola can hear the glass of the locket shatter and the metal scrape, as if the package had been stepped on. In an ordinarily binding, in one that was – contained? No, executed properly? – a rejected gift ended the negotiations. The ritual ended, and one could never attempt it again.

This was beyond that, and she pushes her hot, flushed palms into her eyes before pressing her forehead to the wood of the floor.

She had let something far worse into her home, into her coven. Her ribs rattle while she breaths, murmuring nonsense protections and burning with humiliation that she would try to save herself when her sisters would be at the mercy of what monster she had summoned if she was able to repel it.

And then what? It would come back for her. Entities always came for who called them. She could smudge the salt herself, and let it take her. Maybe that would sate its appetite – maybe that would be a way to undo such a god-awful mistake.

The ritual wasn’t like her in the first place, perhaps it knew that and was seeking to punish her for even attempting. Her blood was too weak for even this, and her hubris needed to be checked—

“Oh that’s precious. You’re already groveling,” the echo that follows the words is like woodsmoke, warm and cloying. Heavy, resounding steps approach Viola within her salt ring, “But that’s not an offering, so I hope you’ve got something better.”

It – he – they – had just cast aside everything she’d collected. Her tongue is thick in her mouth, and an involuntary whimper escapes her when she feels their presence a foot before her. A strange warmth radiates from the entity’s body, and she can imagine in her mind’s eye a sort of shadowy, clawed hand reach over to the innermost ring and drag a line through her meticulously planned protections.

“They only work if you’re strong enough to sustain them, you know. Stronger than me,” and they sound so pleased that a shiver runs down her spine from a mixture of awe and horror. For a moment, she’s in shock at her own weakness… but her focus was unmatched amongst her sisters due to her mental magics. For something to tear through the sigils, to eat her defenses, not just disrupt the ritual…

Maybe, deep inside herself, she could admit she was proud at what she’d done. But the feeling is poisonous, burning inside her. That’s wrong, that’s not who I am. But if she listens close enough, if she strains her telepathy, she could swear the feeling was validated in whatever stood before her.

“What is it you wanted – look at me when I talk to you.”

After a beat, she slips her palms away from her eyes. Irrationally, she’s afraid if she opens them that there will be some ungodly consequence. They’ll burn out of her skull – she’d heard of it with angels – or suddenly she’d cry blood. Something deep inside her tells her to remain kneeling, but she raises her gaze upwards. She can’t see anything but inky darkness, despite the candle before her burning brightly.

Her mind is blank on where to proceed. She had rehearsed negotiations in the mirror what felt like a hundred times, but she couldn’t recall a single word of any of the scenarios. She didn’t prepare a, a speech for something like this.

“I don’t like weak things. So you should start talking.”

“It—I… I wanted to complete a binding,” She swears it rolls its eyes at her, “I wanted to…” swallowing, she speaks louder and affirms her words. She couldn’t turn back now. If it was civil, she would – she had to make the contract. No matter what.

“I wanted to match my sisters.”

“You wanted to best your sisters, don’t lie to me.”

Viola pales, forcing her eyes to remain focused. If she was strong enough to bring them here, she was strong enough to face them. She was strong enough to face herself – “…Yes. I… wanted to best them. Nothing I do, nothing I’ve tried – it’s not in me.”

“So you want my power. To make up for your own poor blood,” she knows they just want to hear it. They want to hear her admit it, and she has never damned her telepathic strength more than this moment. Her face flushes bright red, and first she nods to a reprimand. Then she speaks.

“I don’t want it. I need it.”

That seemed to please them. She can see them smirk in her mind. The candle before her flickers, and the loss of warmth tells her the entity has turned away.

“You already know what you left at the door wasn’t offering enough, and I don’t really care for words. Do you want to offer one of them to me?”

She trips over her thoughts before sputtering, “No! I—I won’t do that. This is mine. It’s my responsibility,” she didn’t think she could live with herself if she repelled the summon earlier and it turned and eviscerated her sisters. She wouldn’t turn on them now, even if it cost her everything. She was strong enough for that, and she steels herself before continuing. “I won’t sacrifice them to you,” but she means can’t, “They’re not mine to give.”

A sigh echoes through the room like wind, allowing a glimmer of moonlight through the curtains. The shape before her – the shape she imagines – contorts viciously, monstrously. She can feel teeth, piercing eyes. The chill and sharpness of metal, the iron scent of blood. It was changing, like a snake preparing to strike. she can’t stop herself from darting to her feet and reaching out blindly, as if she could prevent it from shifting further.

“Stop! I—I can’t give them. Not in good faith, but—" her fingers plunge into something sinewy and tightly bound, like leather but with the thrum of living flesh, “I can give you anything else that I do have in good faith. I—”

“You. I’ll take you.”

I’m going to die; it flashes like a warning through her mind. To pay the summoning price it was going to consume her and stow itself back into whatever depths it had come from, waiting for its next victim.

“…Me,” maybe it wouldn’t though. “Not now.”

The darkness returns to its more docile appearance, smooth beneath her fingers as she slowly pulls them away.

“But when I die, I’ll be yours.”

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momokitty27 · 6 years

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momowritings · 13 days

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Love Bites

You gave Toji Fushiguro a sweet tooth he doesn't want to get rid of.

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

Preview: Down the street Toji finally gets in his car and closes himself off from the nipping cold. He glances at the boxes of treats in the passenger seat and wonders what he would do with them. He doubts that Megumi would like them when they meet later today, so he would have to drop them off to the white haired freak he works with. He sighs and looks down at the scalding cup in his hand. He takes a sip and grimaces from the taste.

“This is liquid fucking sugar,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t stop drinking it slowly through his drive. Toji figures he can continue to go to the bakery until he finally gets something that he likes.

A/N: Fluff, grumpy x sunshine, found family, a little angsty but nothing too bad, marriage proposal, established relationship, (last chapter only: kitchen sex, creampie, oral- fem receiving)

Keeping my promise and slowly trying to bring my longer fics from ao3 over here. This was a short story that I wrote over the holidays. It's v fluffy and sweet, please enjoy!

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Chapter One: Apple Cinnamon Spice

“Thanks for stopping by. Tell your mom I said hey, okay?” You watch the young man leave with a box of cookies and wipe your hand clean. You turn away to tend to the oven beeping in the kitchen, placing the hot racks of muffins on the top of the cooling tray to drag out in the front, then grabbing the bottom trays to put in the out on display. Your glasses constantly slip down your nose and you make a mental note to get them tightened

You move diligently in and out of the kitchen, the door constantly swinging from your movements, and you don't even notice the brooding man who has been watching you on the other side of the counter for at least a minute now. It isn’t until he moves and blocks the sunlight that is pouring in that you notice his presence and jump.

“Oh my goodness I didn't even hear you come in! Welcome to our bakery! I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” you start, putting on your friendliest smile you can muster up. You push your glasses up again and get a better look at the man. He doesn’t speak, but you notice his sharp features and the side of his lip that has a scar running through it twitches ever so slightly.

“I could start you off with our classic double fudge brownies?”

He stares passively at you, making you falter. “Okay, how about our seasonal treats? We have caramel pumpkin cookies! Or how about our maple pecan mini pies?”

“‘We… Our’,” he says, finally speaking up as you nervously grip the counter. “It’s just you.”

“Is that a question?”

“An observation.”

“Oh.” You take a closer look at the man and see that his hands have scars on them as well. He was dressed in a suit, no tie and had his jacket on, but that didn’t help your imagination to stay rational. Is he a gangster? you think. My god, Ezra, what did you do?

“How about a drink? We have normal coffees, but right now our apple cinnamon spice is the talk of the town!”

“I’ll take one of each,” he grunts.

“What?”

“Make it two of each,” his finger points at the display rack and the display at his knees. “Give me everything.”

“Oh. O-okay. Do you want a drink with that?”

“The one that you mentioned.”

“The apple cinnamon spice latte?” You ask incredulously.

He grunts again and that’s all the confirmation you were going to get. “Can I have a name for this order?”

“…Toji.”

“Thank you Mr. Toji,” you beam at him and his lip twitches again. “I’ll get your order out soon enough.”

You quickly gather all his food, making sure to pick the best cookies and sweets you can find but still feel like it wasn’t good enough. You had filled up three boxes with treats before you finally completed his order, and then rushed over to make his drink.

“Make it real hot for me,” he grumbles behind you. You look over her shoulder and nod, but it doesn’t get another response out of him. You ring up his order, absently pushing up your glasses, waiting patiently for him to pay. He hands you a roll of cash and your eyes widen in surprise.

“That’s way too much, sir. You only owe me 61.75.”

“Share it between you and whoever is supposed to be here with you.”

“It’s just me,” you grimace. “I can’t accept this. However, I can take $61.75.”

Toji stares you down and you can feel your resolve crumbling beneath his gaze. Despite having green eyes, Toji’s were dark and unwavering. You weren’t sure how long you were stuck in his staring contest but he finally relents and hands you a single one hundred dollar bill from the roll.

“Can you break this then?”

“Yes! Yes, I can do that,” you grin and hand Toji back his change, your fingers slightly brushing over his own.

“So cold,” he murmurs and his eyes flicks to yours. Toji takes in the roundness of your face, your big brown eyes that seemed even bigger through the lenses, your full dusty pink lips. Your hair was held in a low bun under a hair net, but he would see a few curls springing through the holes, vying for escape.

“Hmm?”

“My order?” He juts his chin out to the boxes and you scramble to get them for him.

“Right. Sorry! Please, come back soon!” You wave him goodbye as he leaves, watching his broad frame disappear into the street. When you can no longer see him you release a deep breath, deflating behind the counter, all the stress from the interaction leaking out of you.

“I really hope he doesn’t come back again,” you whisper to yourself, but you only have a moment before somebody else walks into the store and your smile stitches itself back on your face.

Down the street Toji finally gets in his car and closes himself off from the nipping cold. He glances at the boxes of treats in the passenger seat and wonders what he would do with them. He doubts that Megumi would like them when they meet later today, so he would have to drop them off to the white haired freak he works with. He sighs and looks down at the scalding cup in his hand. He takes a sip and grimaces from the taste.

Chapter Two>>>

#minimoe #momowritings #black fem reader #x black reader #jjk #toji fushiguro #jjk fanfic #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji fushiguro x reader #kid megumi #sukuna ryomen #nanami kento #gojo saturo

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momowritings · 6 months

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Late Night Ride

Pairing: Aizawa x reader

an: soft smut, fem reader, mentions of blood, wound cleaning ( my fav ), thigh riding, established relationship

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It wasn’t unusual for you to go to sleep without the pro hero beside you. You have since accepted the fact that most nights you would either go to sleep with him or wake up with him, but not both, so when you heard him quietly trying to sneak inside your bedroom to avoid waking you, you were quick to turn over and call out his name.

“Hello, you,” you smiled at him. He was still wearing his work clothes that had been dirtied in a fight. The binding cloth he used was wrapped in a heap around his shoulders, his black cargo pants had marks all over them, and black long sleeves had slashed on the arms and a larger gash across his chest. Your eyes widened at the wound and you got up to run your hands over his body.

“What happened?! Are you okay? Do you feel pain here?” You shot rapid fire questions at him and Shouta chuckled quietly.

“I’m okay, my love, just a little scratched up.”

“This is not little,” you mumbled and pushed him onto the bed and went into the bathroom to collect your first aid kit and then stood between his legs. His hair sat over his shoulders, and you always wondered how he fought without putting it up. You rested your hand on his face, running your thumb over the raised scar under his eye and gave him a short but sweet kiss.

“Why didn’t you stop by Recovery Girl?” You asked as you lifted his shirt to assess the damage. The cut was an angry red and long, slashing across his abs, but you could tell that it was shallow and no longer bleeding. You reached out for your alcohol wipe and gently patted the edges. You stopped every so often when he took a particularly sharp breath in, but he swore he was alright so you continued your treatment.

Shouta watched your carefully before pulling you over one of his legs to rest on, and you sat on his thigh while he leaned back to let you access the wound better. He put a hand underneath your night shirt, tracing the nubs of your spine back and forth.

“It’s,” he stretched his neck to look at the bed stand clock, “2:53 am,” he sighed. “I don’t want to bother the old lady.” Your eyes skated over the muscles and tendons in his neck that shone in the pearly moonlight before refocusing on the task at hand. Shouta hissed when you pressed a little too hard and your eyebrows knitted together.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, not making eye contact with him. Shouta leaned forward and lifted your chin up.

“I’m okay, really. I always am when I’m with you,” he murmured. He pulled you closer to give you another kiss. It was deeper than the last one, and his tongue swiped against yours. When you broke the kiss you stared at his lips before flicking your eyes up to meet his.

“Don’t get all soft on me now, Eraser Head,” you grumbled. “I still need to clean you up.” You tried to push him back but he wasn’t budging.

“Shouta.”

“Hm?” He was kissing your cheek and jaw slowly, leaving wet marks in their wake.

“Shouta, your cut,” you tried to reason with him, but he had both hands underneath your nightgown and was guiding your hips right over his leg.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“You’re just saying that,” you gasped. You could feel yourself growing wetter on his thigh. The rough fabric of his pants was rubbing against your clit through your panties harshly, but you found yourself riding his thigh slowly but gaining speed steadily.

“Sounds like you want this as much as I do,” he hummed against your neck. He could feel your pulse on his lips and he smiled into it. His hands went higher, cupping your breasts to feel their warmth then pinched your nipples gently. You groaned at the touch and bucked your hips faster.

“Yes, please,” you moaned. You fumbled with his pants until you released his cock from its confinements and then it was his turn to moan. You teased the tip with your thumb, collecting the precum on your finger and watched his eyes flutter close. “I need more,” you mumbled.

“You’re gonna have to do all the work, darling. I’m injured, remember?”

You groaned in frustration and began to grind faster on top of his leg. I shouldn’t stop now before he gets hurt , you thought, but the sensation of an impending orgasm, his hot length in your hand, and his muffled moans into your skin was clouding your better judgment.

“Come on, my love, I know you can go faster than that,” he teased. You weren’t sure if he meant what you were doing on his leg or with your hand but it didn’t matter, you doubled your speed in both. Shouta bit your shoulder in response and you gasped loudly. You could feel his dick twitching in your hand and knew that he was close and so were you.

Shouta grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down for another kiss, if you could even call it that. His mouth was everywhere at once, swallowing your moans and taking all that you had left. He moved his leg in tandem with yours, so your bodies would press against each other at the same time.

He whispered more affirmations against your ear and you came hard against his leg, giving one last burst of energy to ride his leg and stroked his cock until you heard him release an elongated moan.

“Fuck, baby,” he strained, but you were barely able to hear it over how hard you were breathing. Your legs twitched over his, and you looked down at him to see his face was a pinker than before. You leaned in to give him another kiss before chastising him lightly.

“Let’s hope that didn’t hurt you,” you mumbled. Shouta chuckled and nuzzled his head in your shoulder.

“You could never hurt me.”

You scrunched your nose at him but stroked his hair gently. “You’re so corny and you stink. You need to take a shower.”

“Take it with me,” he peered at you. He wasn’t even giving doe eyes but you couldn’t deny him when he looked at you like that.

“Fine,” you acquiesced. You slowly got off of his thigh and dragged him into the shower.

#minimoe #momowritings #x black reader #black fem reader #soft smut #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #aizawa shouta #aizawa smut #mha aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x female reader #aizawa x y/n

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momowritings · 3 months

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A Lesson in French

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Reader x Kento Nanami

Rating: 19+ MDNI

Wd ct: 5k

tags: threesome, married couple plus one, bottom Toji, anal, face riding, blowjobs, anal, lowkey brat taming, come eating, uhhh let me know if I forgot anything

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Nanami pressed his lips to Toji, letting the wine fall out and into Toji’s mouth. Toji let out a low groan, and you watched as the sticky red substance escaped the corner of their mouths as down their chins. You used your thumb to gather the wine on Toji’s face and licked it clean, then tapped Nanami’s jaw.

“It means threesome. You got ahead of yourself there, Ken. Try not to swallow my man...."

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“Je’n connais pas,” you mumbled into the phone. Toji had a growing frown behind you but your back was turned to him.

“Vin rouge ou blanc?” You asked into your phone again.

Toji grumbled under his breath. “You could ask me something.”

Your eyes darted over to him, a smile creeping on your face. You went over to his side giving him a peck on the cheek. “Mon cœur, arrête de froncer les sourcils.”

He gave you a hard stare yet you blinked so sweetly at him he couldn’t really be mad at you. “I don’t know if you know, but I still can’t understand you.”

“I already have wine, but if you insist on bringing it, get something red. It will pair well with what I have in mind,” Nanami spoke up louder from your phone. Toji’s scowl deepened from the sound of his voice, making you place your finger down the center of his brows to flatten the wrinkles. You held the phone closer to your mouth, still massaging Toji’s face before giving him a peck on the cheek.

“And what may that be?”

“One of your favorites. À plus tard,” he said curtly then hung up. You stuffed your phone back into your purse and held up two different wines to Toji.

“You said you wanted me to ask you, right?”

He pointed to the one in your left hand, which you nodded to contently. He doesn’t know shit about wine so he chose the fancier looking one. He saw that it was yet another French brand too late and almost asked you to put it back until he saw you nodded contently. You held it in your arms, strolling down the aisle while Toji tried to talk you out of your plans.

“Do we have to have dinner with him? We can just stay in tonight.”

“You’re starting to sound like me,” you smirked. “We always stay in.”

“Where’s my baby that has her nightly routine done by 9pm, rubbing her feet under the covers to sleep?”

“Getting excited to eat at our very lovely friend’s house for dinner with, ma cherie. We already agreed to it,” you reminded him.

Toji ignored the way that he actually liked the French pet names for him. The stupid, lopsided grin he felt growing on his face would have to be stifled for the sake of the argument.

“Say I got sick.”

“You’re as healthy as a horse.”

“ You got sick.”

“I was just on the phone with him, he’s not gonna believe that.”

Toji let out an annoyed huff of air. It’s not that Toji didn’t like Nanami. He got along with him just fine… for your sake. Sure, he got a little lost when he was around Nanami and you at the same time because your conversations would move a thousand miles per minute, jumping from topics that required years of context. You told him that you and Nanami had known each other since college, finding yourself in the same classes multiple times over that you two decided to be study buddies until you realized that you liked each other’s company outside of class too. With Nanami you were able to sharpen your language skills, bouncing from Japanese, English, French, Latin and most recently Arabic. He had the uncanny ability to learn a language as quickly as you could, and it just became your “thing” together even after college, even after you got married to Toji. Once Toji saw that Nanami was going to be around much more than he liked, he tried to keep the snarky remarks to himself.

Still, there was only so much he could take.

He just never seemed to meet eye to eye with the blond man, and Nanami has always been territorial over his friends. He didn’t give everyone that title without great care, and when you started dating Toji, Nanami was not too keen on him. He didn’t know how Toji managed to catch your attention but you were genuinely happier around him, so Nanami didn’t make a fuss about it. However, it didn’t mean he had to be friends with the dark haired man. Toji could see the stiff politeness whenever he met Nanami. Toji’s hand gripped the steering wheel tighter when you left the store to go to his house.

When you both arrived at Nanami’s place you were welcomed to low jazz music floating from his hidden speakers. You were greeted with a warm smile and a short hug, but for Toji who stood behind you Nanami gave him a curt nod. You both followed Nanami inside to his kitchen where he was preparing his meal already. You liked to show up a little earlier just to help him out, so the only thing chopped were a few herbs like garlic and rosemary, and it gave you plenty of time to catch up with each other.

“This week was unbelievable. I was telling Toji on our way here that I am very close to quitting my job,” you complained.

“Do it,” Nanami shrugged. He opened his cabinets for wine glasses, grabbing three and setting them on the counter. Then he remembered you mentioning that Toji never imbibed, so he placed one glass back.

He did the same last year, quit his job, you were the first person he told about his decision. You remember the day fondly. He has been happier since then, and he has shown no interest in rejoining the corporate world.

“I told her the same shit but she’s afraid of ‘getting bored’,” Toji sighed. Finally, something Nanami and him could agree on.

“It’s a really big thing to do! I don’t know how Kenny handled it.”

“I knew the burnout from continuing would have been worse,” he said softly, and poured the wine glasses halfway. He handed you a glass first, then raised his glass up to you. “I wouldn’t want the same thing to happen to you. So listen to us for once,” he reasoned. Your fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass and you tapped your glass with his.

You looked at Toji nodding his head. “Oh what the hell. To quitting!”

Nanami laughed at your new enthusiasm. “To quitting,” he echoed. He waited for you to taste first before taking a sip of his own. You let the drink settle fully on your tongue and look down into your cup.

“C’est doux,” you hummed.

Nanami grinned and swirled his own glass. He knew you would like it. Your sweet tooth was more manageable than a certain white haired menace he knew, matching his own preferences. He could handle sweetness in doses and this was the perfect amount. “It is, isn’t it?”

Toji let out a deep sigh and Nanami raised his brow. His presence was brought back to Nanami’s attention and the annoyance settled in. Toji could at least keep the noises to himself.

“Would it kill you to try to learn a few phrases?”

“What good will French do for me?” Toji challenged.

“It won’t make you lose anything,” he shrugged.

“So it’s useless.”

You didn’t know why Toji and Nanami always acted like this when they were around each other. They could be such great friends, you could feel it. You just had to find a way to get them there.

“Look honey, just say sweet. Doux. ”

You and Nanami waited patiently for Toji to repeat it. He crossed his arms over his chest with a disapproving frown.

“No.”

“Pourquoi agit-il comme un enfant?” Nanami whispered it not-so-quietly into your ear. He didn’t need to whisper it at all as there was no way that Toji could understand what he said. It just made watching Toji’s jaw tick more amusing.

You shoved Nanami’s shoulder then swirled the glass in your hand.

“Wanna taste?”

Toji doesn’t drink. He’d rather keep a clear mind at all times for whatever might happen, but he would never say no to a drink from your lips. It was the only way he’d drink anything alcoholic.

You took another sip and curled your finger to him to get close, then pushed your lips on his. Toji crouched down to be slightly lower than your eye level, letting gravity do all the work while the wine seeped into his mouth. He moaned at the taste, or maybe at you, and his arms tightened around your waist. Once your mouth was empty you gave him one last kiss, your tongue running over the seam of his lips to catch any remnants.

“Well. What do you rate it?”

His eyes fluttered open. “It is sweet. Not bad.”

“ Doux ,” you said. You pouted that big eyed pout that broke Toji down no matter how silly the request was. It wasn’t fair to use your brown eyes like that against him and you knew it.

“Doux,” he sighed, and you rewarded him with another wine drunk kiss. He licked his lips after you pulled away, then went back in for another taste. You pushed him away when you remembered that Nanami was standing right next to you. He pretended like he couldn’t see your sickeningly sweet display of affection to each other.

“It must suck to not have somebody to do this with,” Toji said, unprovoked. You jabbed him with his elbow, taken completely by surprise by the remark, while apologizing for him to Nanami. Toji did not take back what he said, and Nanami shot daggers with him that were aiming to kill.

“I won’t be able to eat dinner like this,” you muttered. You dragged the arms of both men into Nanami’s living room. You plopped them both down on the couch, then sat on the table in front of them.

“I need you two to loosen up already. I mean, it’s been a few years already. Neither one of you is going to leave my life so we need to get rid of this attitude now .”

Nanami crossed his legs, stretching his arm over the top of the couch. Toji scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I don’t have an attitude,” Nanami said coolly.

“That’s bullshit,” you and Toji said at the same time, and it was Kento’s turn to roll his eyes. You were becoming so much like Toji. He was so sure that his dearest friend that he’s known for all these years would suddenly morph into the man sitting next to him and he would have two Toji’s to deal with. Nanami’s frown deepened at the thought.

“And you, baby. Why can’t you hang around Nanamin without looking like I’m forcing you to?”

Toji ran a weary hand down his face. “You’re not forcing me to do anything, I promise,” he sighed. “If I didn’t want to be here with you I wouldn’t be. I just think Nanami has a giant silver stick up his ass.”

“A stick up my ass,” Nanami repeated icily. “I welcome you into my home, try to feed you, and this is how you thank me?”

You tried to intervene before they got too heated. You saw Nanami put his leg back on the ground, turning his body to face your husband. “Okay, Toji that was a little–”

“I wasn’t thanking you.”

“I don’t know what she sees in you,” Nanami exasperated.

“ Kento .”

“What? He’s the complete opposite of you in every way.”

“And I love that about him. We’ve been together for too long for you to still be wishing for our downfall.”

“I’m not and will never wish for your unhappiness. Him on the other hand–”

“I’m not going any-fucking-where,” Toji stated. Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose while you let out a breathy, humourless laugh. It would be funny if Toji and Kento were doing a bit, but they were like this at any given chance. It was like dealing with children that you didn’t have the time nor want for. You sighed, patted your knees, then got up and held your hand out to Toji.

“Let’s just eat then leave. I won’t make you guys uncomfortable anymore.”

Both men protested but you gave them a silencing glare. Toji’s mouth snapped shut and Nanami mumbled something that sounded like an apology. They both looked like kicked puppies back in the kitchen, but finally they were quiet. Nanami couldn’t even coax you to speak to him in their mother language, as anything you asked him you answered in English.

Toji felt the worst of the group. After all, you were pretty excited to have dinner with him here and he felt like he had ruined the night for you. You wouldn’t look him in the eye and get everything you needed yourself, not asking him for help on anything. Toji looked at you so miserably that even Nanami felt bad.

Toji swallowed his pride, something he only did for you, and engaged in a conversation with Nanami.

“Have you ever been to France before?” He nudged Nanami as he stood over the stove, turning the sauce so the bottom wouldn’t burn. Nanami looked at you from the corner of his eyes. You feigned deep concentration at the chopping board, oblivious to their conversation.

“Yes, a few times. For work however, not pleasure.”

“I’ve never been. That’s why I don’t really see the point of learning a language I’m not going to use often. It’s more of a skill you and her have,” Toji said honestly.

“That makes sense. If there’s no motivation it would be hard to learn. You’ve been to France before, right?” Nanami turned to ask you and you shrugged.

“Yes. Twice.”

Nanami pursed his lips together. They were going to have to work a little harder but at least you were talking.

“That’s right. You took a trip right after graduation and then attended a wedding there, correct?”

You made a sound of agreement. Toji scratched the back of his head hopelessly.

“I will say Toji, French is pervasive. There’s French influence everywhere so you probably know a lot more of it than you think.”

Nanami started listing out phrases and Toji was following along, telling him if he heard them before or not. They were doing this together, still preparing the dinner, making your heart thaw in the process. They were really getting along for your sake and it was all you ever wanted.

“A popular term is ménage à trois,” Nanami murmured. He didn’t know why he brought it up all of a sudden, but it was true nonetheless.

Immediately Toji’s eyes lit up. A wolfish grin was plastered on his face. “I know that one.”

Nanami rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Of course you do.”

“Remind me what it means again, blondie.”

You decided that now you wanted to join in on the conversation. A slow smile stretched across your face. You set the knife down on the table, carefully wiping your hands clean with a towel as you answered. “Literally? A household of three.”

Your eyes shined with a mischievous light and Toji knew that there was more to it.

“Colloquially?” Nanami brushed Toji’s hand off his face. He took a sip from his glass, maintaining eye contact with Toji and gripped his waist. Toji lurched forward, surprised by the action but he was more concerned with how close Nanami’s face was to his. Nanami gave you a look at the corner of his eyes, asking for permission, looking for rejection. You didn’t look at him yet, instead gazing at Toji who was trying to gauge your reaction. You gave him a nod, and then a look to Nanami that said he’s all yours.

“It means threesome. You got ahead of yourself there, Ken. Try not to swallow my man.”

“He was going to swallow me,” he retorted. Nanami released Toji and brushed his fingers over his lip. They had only kissed for a few seconds but they were tingling. He eyed Toji, who wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head, seemingly unfazed. Toji’s ears told a different story. His face was as collected as ever yet they were flaming red, like they could burst to flames. Nanami wondered if he was pushed up against you to hide an erection, because Nanami was doing the same by standing so close to the counter to finish slicing his portion of vegetables.

“Toji you’re slowing me down,” you complained to the man who was still holding onto you like a koala. His arms around you shortened your range of movement, so he raised them up so they wouldn’t be blocking your elbows. You shook your head yet a smile danced on your lips. No matter how Nanami felt, Toji always brought you joy, and he was glad to see your bright smile again. Toji could be standing, doing absolutely nothing but scowling at people, and you would still gaze dreamily upon him. It was ridiculous to watch from Nanami’s point of view, yet he couldn’t stay mad at it. You were smitten with Toji and he had to accept that.

“I’m not blind, you know. It’s hard to ignore you two fucking each other with your eyes,” you commented, shocking both men. “I don’t think I want to sit through that at the table, so let’s deal with this now.”

You gazed at Nanami who doubled and tripled checked your expression to make sure he was not reading you wrong.

“You want to…?”

“If Toji wants to,” you agreed. All eyes were on Toji.

“Lead the way, cheekbones. I’ll do whatever she says.”

With that Nanami washes his hands and leads you two to his bedroom. You were right, he couldn’t imagine sitting at the dining table with the way his heart was racing in his chest and his pants getting incredibly tight. It was better to deal with this now. Get it out of his system once and for all. Whatever this was.

“Your room is exactly how I’d imagine it to be. Cold, ” Toji said pointedly once inside. Everything was neatly folded and tucked away. Dark bedding a few decorative pillows laid on the bed, and you sat down on the edge of it, already making yourself comfortable.

“You were having wet dreams about my bedroom?” Nanami raised a brow, causing the other man to scowl. You pulled Toji down to the bed next to you. Your lips tickled the outer shell of his ear when you spoke, yet your voice had a sharp edge to it that sent chills down your husband’s spine.

“You’re such a little shit tonight. What is your problem?”

Your fingernails scraped Toji’s nape and his jaw tightened. While it wasn’t intentional tonight, he liked the way you got rough with him when he was getting on your nerves.

Nanami cleared his voice. “How are we going to do this?” You and Toji’s attention snapped at him. There was a beat of silence before Toji answered.

“You’re already in front of me. How ‘bout you get on your knees?” Toji offered with a wicked smile. He had every right to decline, yet with one look at you and your bitten bottom lip Nanami felt compelled to do so. Never in a million years would Nanami think that he would be on his knees in front of Toji this way. He didn’t expect to get hard from it either.

You rubbed Toji’s shoulders as you moved to sit behind him, cheering Nanami on while he kneeled in front of the other man.

“Doesn’t Nanamin have the prettiest eyes, Toji? They’re absolutely gorgeous,” you cooed. Kento tugged at the belt holding Toji’s pants together, trying to ignore your compliments that made his ears flame. “I know how much you love brown eyes.”

He was sure that one was meant just for Toji to hear since you dropped your voice down so low, but he heard it all the same. Nanami zeroed in on the hardening length in Toji’s pants, straining to be released and took his time unzipping his pants. You whispered more obscenities in Toji’s ears while Nanami gently pulled him out of his pants. He was already leaking with precum, making the blonde man smirk.

“Something funny?” Toji asked gruffly. It’s been so long since anybody else’s hands but yours have been on Toji’s body, and the new feeling was exhilarating. Nanami dragged his tongue from the base to the tip before answering.

“Nothing in particular. Do you want me to continue?”

“Keep focus on the tip,” you mention, still behind Toji. “He’s incredibly sensitive.”

Nanami kept that in mind as he swallowed Toji’s cock. You both watched him in awe as it seemed like he had no gag reflex. Spit rolled down Toji’s length and he let out a low hiss. By habit he placed his large hand on top of Nanami’s head, barely guiding him because Toji was too worried about busting quick. The sound of Toji’s cock head hitting the back of Nanami’s throat made you want to join in on the fun.

“That’s enough, Kenny. I don’t want him to come just yet,” you purred. He didn’t hear you, his eyes were closed and he was moaning over Toji’s cock so you slipped onto the floor next to him, one hand running up his thigh to rub his erection through the fabric of his pants and the other one combed through his undercut until you got to the thick of his hair. Toji removed his hand off of his cheek so you could talk to him. You gently tugged his hair until he released Toji’s cock with a soft pop . “Enjoying yourself?”

Nanami looked at you from the corner of his eyes, breathing heavily. Your fingers on his erection made him painfully hard, his hand coming to rest on top of yours. Cum mixed with spit dripped down his chin and you collelected it with your thumb, pushing it up back into his mouth until he sucked on your digit, then you stared straight at Toji. Kento’s eyes were low and heady, making Toji ache even more. He had such long lashes and blinked slowly at him, daring him to say something. You grabbed Nanami by the chin and gave him a kiss, breaking the trance both men were in.

It wasn’t your first time kissing Nanami. It was New Years during undergrad, and you were happy and drunk and willing to kiss anybody who was within arm’s reach. Nanami just happened to be the closest. It was a drunk and clumsy kiss that led to laughter and shouting “Happy New Year” right in his ear. You only vaguely remembered it the next day, apologizing profusely to your friend who said it wasn’t a big deal.

However, this kiss was nothing like the one you two had shared those many nights ago. It was downright filthy, full of tongue and teeth, push and pull. The kiss was going to be burned in your mind forever. The fact that Toji was watching you made you put on a show, and Nanami felt the same heated eyes sweep over him. You made quick work with the buttons on Nanami’s shirt, almost popping them in your haste. Kento’s hand slipped past your waistband, gathering the arousal from your sex and fucking you leisurely with his middle finger in contrast to how ravenous he was with his mouth. Toji started to stroke himself from the scene in front of him, and immediately your eyes opened and wandered over to him. Your lips were still moving against Nanami’s, but you took Toji’s length in your free hand and he let go of himself. He watched your hand wrap around him, hissing when you thumbed his slit and you finally broke your kiss with Nanami.

Nanami’s lips went down to your neck when he no longer had access to your mouth. Your perfume was the same type of subtle sweetness of the wine he drank, intoxicating him further. He managed to remove some of your clothes in his frenzy, and he was finally able to see the delicate lace bra you were wearing that was purple. Your nipples were visible through the berry fabric and peeking over the top of the cup, your breasts threatening to spill over completely. You tilted your head down to Nanami as he left a mark on your chest.

“Help me out, Kento.” You gestured to Toji’s cock still hard in your hand. You kissed the bottom of his shaft, expecting Nanami to take care of the head.

“ Fuck .” Toji had two mouths and two different hands on his cock, all moving at different speeds but had the same goal in mind. He had no idea how he was able to hold back from cumming for so long while looking at the both of you on your knees. Sometimes you’d switch off, Nanami flattening his tongue on the underside to feel the large vein hidden there while you swirl your tongue on the head, focusing solely on his tip. Your nose would bump Nanami’s moving around, and when it happened you would share a sloppy kiss before returning to the task at hand. Toji’s balls tightened, and he gave a warning through clenched teeth.

“I’m going to cum.”

Once again Nanami was at the top, his lips sealed tight around Toji. You backed off, opting to gently stroke the base of his cock as they had their moment.

“Do not get it in my eye,” Nanami warned. His voice was husky from using his throat but you weren’t sure that Toji could actually hear him. Their stare was electric, and Nanami openly gazed at Toji when he stuck out his tongue, waiting for him to cum. You stroked Toji harder while he cursed and shouted, painting Kento’s accepting mouth and face. The ribbons of cum slowed and some spurted on Nanami’s chest. Nanami looked down on the mess made on his chest, and before he could say anything you licked it off of his body. You didn’t want any of it to go to waste and Nanami wiped the ones off of his face by scooping it off of his finger and salaciously cleaned it off.

“Take off your clothes,” you ordered when you looked back at your husband. He snapped out of his post-orgasm daze to shrug off his pants and shirt, tossing them to some corner of the room.

“We were going to have some fun when we got back home,” you shrugged when Nanami wordlessly raised his brow at the blue plug seated in Toji’s ass. He grabbed the base and turned it slowly inside of Toji, who stifled a groan deep in his chest.

“Is that why you always act like that? You need to have your attitude fucked out of you to behave?”

“Watch it, Nanamin. I could say the same about you,” you quipped. As far as you were concerned, you were the only one who could call out Toji for his brattiness.

“I’m not the one prepped and ready to go.”

“Not everybody is as vanilla as you, blondie,” Toji smirked. “You should try it someday. It would help that stick in your ass that I was talking about.”

“All you have to do is ask, Kenny,” you whispered in his ear. Your hand ran down his back, feeling the small of his waist and then cupped his ass. “Either one of us can make you feel good, I promise.”

The offer was tempting, especially coming from your lips. Your fingers made mindless shapes on his skin, making his heart race.

“I believe you,” he breathed.

A small smile formed on your lips. “Good. Next time, alright? Let’s not keep my baby waiting.” You kneeled beside Toji on the bed, taking his mouth to tongue him down, leaving Nanami to his devices.

He watched the scene in front of him, you stroking Toji and your mouth melded in his. Nanami’s fingers grazed over his lips, remembering how yours felt while he grabbed a condom. He pulled the plug out of Toji, taking a moment to view how ready he was, and more blood went straight to Nanami’s cock. He slowly eased himself in Toji’s entrance, pulling back when only the tip entered just to annoy the other man. Toji’s eyes opened to glare at Nanami, then he hooked his leg around his waist, dragging him down and closer. Kento’s hands braced themselves on both sides of Toji’s body, his length going deeper inside of him as he tried to hold himself up.

“So fucking impatient,” Nanami growled. He pushed the rest of his cock in Toji who moaned loudly in your lips. His teeth dug into your lips, and your free hand found its way to the apex of your thighs, circling your own bud from heated desire. Nanami held nothing back from Toji, fucking him with all the roughness your husband craved. Toji’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when Nanami put his leg over his shoulder to reach the end of him.

“F-fuck, Kento,” he bit out. Nanami was fucking him like he had something to prove, and Toji was feeling it in his guts. Your hand on his cock only heightened his sensitivity. Then, in his brief moment of clarity, Toji coaxed you to sit on his face. There was no reason for you to get yourself off when his mouth was free, and it would help him to stop drooling over Nanami’s mind breaking strokes.

You straddled yourself over Toji’s face and he wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you closer. His nose teasingly nudged your clit, causing you to double over. You splayed your hands over his stomach and gyrated your hips on his tongue.

Your hands roamed your own body until reaching your chest. Surprisingly your bra was still on, but the cups were pulled down under your bust and you tweaked your own nipple. You were too caught up in the feeling of Toji’s tongue fucking you to take it off completely. Toji who knew exactly what you needed stretched his arm to twist your other nipple.Your moans were not the only ones that could be heard in the room. Nanami gave soft grunts as he fucked Toji, and all of Toji’s noises were muffled by your sex. You grabbed Toji’s wrist and urged him to grab your whole breast tightly. With your head thrown back you wished he could put his hands around your neck instead. You were grazing your throat when your eyes fluttered open, staring up at the ceiling before jerking from Toji’s hands. He rubbed fast circles on your clit that choked you up. You drew ragged breaths that made Nanami swing his hips faster, matching the cadence of your moans. The legs around Toji’s head queened tighter as you rapidly approached your climax, but he chased that high as if it was his own. His tongue skillfully chipped away at your sanity.

“Ke-Kento,” you whined, begging him for help. Not that he’d want to in this situation. His body drifted towards your voice, and you stretched across to meet his mouth again. Your hands balanced yourself on Toji’s stomach again, grabbing his cock to stroke him quickly. You and Nanami shared breaths, your mouth grazing over each other’s before kissing again. Toji’s moans prompted yours, leading to Nanami biting your bottom lip. Every emotion was felt between all three of you, currents of energy jumping from one person to the next. Nanami wasn’t fucking you, but he might as well have been from all the noise you were making.

You snapped first. You broke the connection of your lips from Nanami’s, throwing your head back to ride out your high on Toji’s tongue. Kento watched you unravel with hearts in his eyes. Your fingers left angry red marks on Toji’s wrists, as you tried to hold his hands while you spiraled down. Toji tightened dangerously around Kento, and despite his will not to Kento came the same time he did. Nanami filled the condom, and Toji painted his own stomach and chest with come for the second time of the night. Muffled curse words shuddered through clenched teeth left everyone’s mouth. You fell to your side in a heap, your head resting next to Toji’s knee as you tried to catch your breath. Nanami had just enough strength to pull out and take off his condom before collapsing on top of Toji. He’d worry about the sticky mess he’s lying on top of later. When your eyes fluttered open to see Toji’s arm thrown over Nanami’s back you let out a breathy giggle.

Toji spoke first. “Is dinner still going to happen or…”

Nanami scowled, pinching his thigh and your giggles turned into full on laughter.

“All you do is take,” Kento grumbled. Toji gave his ass a playful slap in response.

“I guess you two can never really change, but this was a much needed first step,” you snorted. “But seriously, when are we going to eat, Kenny?”

One would think you meant food. That’s what came out of your mouth, but your eyes hungrily swept over Nanami.

“Vacuums. You both are vacuums.”

#minimoe #momowritings #black fem reader #x black reader #jjk #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami smut #jjk nanami

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momowritings · 6 months

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Late to Dinner

Toji x fem Reader

MDNI

Summary: You had a company dinner to attend, but there was no way you were gonna make it

preview: If only somebody could physically remove you from in between your husband’s legs, and him vice versa. It was getting ridiculous but it was one of those days where Megumi was going to be gone the whole day with Yuuji and besides the dinner you and Toji had nothing else to do. The whole day you two had been on each other like rabbits.

an: established relationship, married life, pet names (baby, sweetheart, honey, etc), pegging!!!, maybe dom/sub dynamic hinted but not really, spitting, orgasm denial, uhhh lemme know if I missed anything!

Song inspo: Howl- Florence and the Machine and Pink Matter- Frank Ocean

wct: 1.8k

You were supposed to be getting ready for your company dinner. You had two hours left till it started, and if you account for the time it took to get there, you only had an hour and twenty-ish minutes to do your make up and make sure everything fits. And you were getting ready. Initially. You had your dress laid out, a silver number with a sweetheart neckline and a mid thigh slit that you were going to top off with silver, strappy heels. Toji was going to wear an all black, three piece suit that has been tailored to his body perfectly. You saw it so clearly in your head. The two of you were going to look dashing.

If only somebody could physically remove you from in between your husband’s legs, and him vice versa. It was getting ridiculous but it was one of those days where Megumi was going to be gone the whole day with Yuuji and besides the dinner you and Toji had nothing else to do. The whole day you two had been on each other like rabbits. It was almost as bad as your honeymoon, yet those two weeks still took the cake because, well, you were insatiable for two weeks.

Today was a less intense version of that, but after everything he only whetted your appetite. You don’t know what started your spiral, but you did know that taking a shower together didn’t help. If you were seriously wanting to go to the event, you would’ve locked the door as you showered to really focus on getting clean instead of fooling around underneath the spray of the water with him. Your back still aches from him holding you up against the hard tiled wall, along with your head from hitting it when your orgasms crashed into you first by Toji’s tongue and then by his length. Your lips felt raw and swollen from kissing him so hard, constantly asking and taking more from him and Toji was all too happy to oblige. His own thoughts and actions mirrored yours. Toji wanted to be with you, to really be in you, just as much as you did. Even with your legs shaking and time running out you wanted more.

“Did I ever tell you how pretty you look? God, the things I want to do to you,” you murmured into his skin. He laid supine on the bed now, your legs straddling him and your hands slowly stroking his cock. You were unsure how you really got there, vaguely remembering finally stepping out of the foggy bathroom but bumping into every surface because he couldn’t stop sucking your skin. When the morning comes you are sure your body will be decorated in bruises to remind you of your carelessness.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been holding out on me after all these years,” Toji chuckled.

“We’re slowly getting through my list,” you smiled, nipping his bottom lip. You repositioned yourself to where his legs were open, each limb on the side of you and you took one hand to rub the back of his thigh. Toji was always warm to the touch, but now his body almost burned you from his arousal. You made a tight circle around his frenulum with your fingers and he groaned into your mouth. Your second hand slid down the back of his thigh, closer to his ass, then tapped the plug that seated itself in him. You tried to speak yet every time your lips had the slightest space between his he hunted them down to close the gap. “Let me make you feel good, honey, give me a sec,” you laughed. Wasting no time you quickly crawled off the bed and put on your strap with blinding speed, only tripping once before making yourself home between his thick thighs.

Toji rested on his elbows as he watched you slowly remove the plug, your eyes bright with anticipation. “Look how ready you are for me,” you purred. He didn’t even see when you grabbed the lube, or maybe it was always within reach since you have been in a horny daze since the morning, but he watched you pour it over yourself and him. You gently massaged two fingers in him and watched his eyes roll back into his head. “Keep those eyes on me, big guy.” You pressed a kiss on his knee, then another one above it, not restraining yourself when you gently bit his skin. You licked the area clean, your tongue feeling to small indentations of your teeth before doing it again, all while your fingers stretched him out.

Another elongated groan fell from his lips. “You can’t keep teasing me like this.”

“Mmm, we can’t rush this and you know that,” you hummed. The truth as you both knew is that Toji was already pretty prepared. You just like orchestrating his facial expressions as much as you can. You pressed your lips to him and he took them hungrily. You broke it to line up your eight inches to his entrance, spreading his legs wider for easier access, your hands sliding to the back of his knees.

You watched in awe as your length disappeared into Toji. It was a lewd vision, one that made your ears hot, and you had to split your attention between that and his face that was ruddy with blush. “You always make the prettiest picture under me, baby,” you praised. “We’re never making it to that damn dinner.”

“Fuck the dinner,” Toji strained, pulling you in closer by cuffing your nape till your foreheads touched. You started slow out of necessity, only going faster when Toji urged you to. All the sheets would have to be changed when you were spent, if you were ever going to get tired. Precum dripped onto his abdomen with every thrust you delivered. So much for taking a shower, you thought. You would both need another one by the end of the day.

Both of your arms were around Toji’s head, caging his head and you lifted one hand to put in his mouth. Your index and middle finger first went deep, almost gagging him and then you pinched his tongue with them. He stuck his tongue out further and a line of spit travelled from his mouth to yours. You sealed it with a harsh kiss you both moaned into. Your pelvis slapped the back of his thighs, your thrusts reaching deep inside and his teeth caught your lips, threatening to break the skin and he was barely holding back. The pupils in his eyes were blown wide and swallowed your image. If you went any faster the bed below you might start sliding across the floor.

You could tell Toji was getting close from the way he was fucking you back, the way his cock looked ready to burst. Your hands held tight to his hips instead, curving your strokes up to hit that spot that would make the edges of his vision blurry.

You being ever the sadist, you wanted to see how much longer this could last.

“Don’t cum.”

“What?”

A smile grew on your face. “Don’t cum.”

“Shit—”

“Hold it for me,” you ordered. Your hand wrapped around his cock and your thumb closed his slit. His eyes widened and his throat bobbed from a thick swallow.

“Baby,” he started. He shouldn’t be surprised. You always pulled something like this at the last minute but he could never prepare himself. You didn’t slow down despite telling him not to come, moving even faster with a crazed little smile dancing on your lips.

“I know you can do it, Toji. All you gotta do is wait till I say so,” you promised. When were you going to give him permission? Never. You just liked to see him throw his head back in ecstasy, then forward in determination. The speed of your hips went down, grinding slow, treacherously slowly into him, your tongue licking the sweat off his collarbone and you blinked up at him.

“You’re doing so well, so good, honey.”

“FuckinghellshitFUCK I’m going to cum,” he growled.

“Come onnn, just a little longer,” you begged, your hand growing tighter around his cock and a strangled noise rose from his chest. You had to give it to Toji, he held out much longer than you thought he would. Every muscle in his body was pulled taut and he was gonna snap at any second. His eyebrows were knit tightly together, his teeth bared and clenched together, trying to push air in and out of his lungs. With a kiss so sweet you started to stroke him once again, giving him the relief he’s been keeping at bay. His release went all over his chest with a shout, a deep shudder running through his body. You fucked him through his orgasm, showering him with praise and kisses anywhere you could. Exertion weighed heavy on your body, your activities from the day finally catching up to you. You panted heavily, carefully getting out of his legs and making a fumbling mess to get out of your strap. You went to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth to wipe him down, kissing him softly in the process and throwing the cloth in the laundry basket. You climbed on top of him then collapsed into a deep sleep when his arms wrapped around you.

When you woke up it was late in the night. You searched for your phone, having to urgently check something. It wasn’t the messages from coworkers asking where you are that you were wondering about. No, you went to your period tracker app and sure enough, you were ovulating. Today was the day you were the most fertile, so you rolled over to show Toji your screen. His eyes blinked at the bright screen for a few moments before registering what he was reading.

“You could fuck a baby in me,” you said seductively, knowing good and well you were on birth control and Toji had a vasectomy last year. Your leg was already creeping on his body again, and you slowly found yourself on top of him.

“Are you trying to kill me, woman,” he grunted, but his hands were already on your ass, massaging it before giving one cheek a heavy slap.

You bit your lip then replied. “I get it. You’re getting old and it’s practically your bedtime.” Your hips rolled over his hardening cock and smiled. “Baby making can wait till you rest up.”

Suddenly you were on your back, your knees pressed into your chest and Toji putting almost all his weight on you. He rubbed his length over your puffy pussy, making you squirm and mewl under him. His eyes darkened with a challenge.

“Looks like I have to fill you up so you can stop talking shit.”

#minimoe #momowritings #black fem reader #x black reader #jjk #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #heavy smut #jujutsu kaisen #toji smut #toji x black reader #fushiguro toji

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momowritings · 3 months

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Lipstick Fist

Pairing: Nanami x Black Reader (Mafia AU!)

Rating: 19+ MDNI

Word ct: 7k

tags: violence (not towards reader), nanami just wants to be with his wife, pet names (darling, sweetheart, etc), blood kink, fingering, blow job, vaginal sex, mating press... hmm I think that's it

Preview: You looked up at his face once again and Nanami also noticed the stain, bringing his hand up to wipe the bloody rivulet off from under his nose but you stopped him from doing that by leaning down for a kiss. You quickly moved your lips against his, taking his top lip in between yours and the metallic taste of iron filled your mouth....

Song inspo: you've seen the butcher- deftones

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There’s only a few things that Kento Nanami truly hated. Traffic, soggy bread, and idiots to name some. Traffic and soggy bread are usually the products of stupidity and carelessness, so idiots are actually on the top of his shitlist. So many things could’ve been avoided if somebody, anybody, would’ve just taken the time to think. But that would be asking for too much. He never wanted to be the voice of reason in most situations. He’d rather not talk at all.

Except when it came to you. The light of his life, the apple of his eye, his slice of heaven with soft serve ice cream on top. He could be completely honest to you, almost childishly complaining about the idiots in the world and you are the one true person on his side, even if he’s being a little dramatic. If only he could hole away with you forever and leave all of his troubles behind. Just the thought of doing that made his shoulders lighter, but there was always more work to be done.

And today there seems to be a never ending flow of work for him. He checked his watch and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He was supposed to already be on his way home to you by now.

And you knew that. You had spent the day running errands, but when you called Nanami earlier he still told you that he was still caught up and that you might have to eat dinner without him. You could hear the fatigue in his voice and frowned at the thought. You had finished your own errands for the day and opted to try out a new bakery along with some last minute grocery items. It didn’t feel right heading straight home while you knew that Nanami was only twenty minutes away from your location, and Gojo, the closest person your husband has to a best friend, was texting you like he wasn’t busy at all.

Against your better judgment you rerouted the driver to the bar where you were going to patiently wait for your husband to finish his duties and come to meet you until you saw a familiar head of white hair sauntering into a building.

“Stop the car, please. I’ll be good from here,” you told the driver and their face paled.

“Ma’am we should really—“

“I’ll be just fine. You know Gojo, right? Don’t let me tell him that you’re doubting his abilities,” you said, already out of the car and deciding to take the box from the bakery with you. “Just stand on by. If anything happens, scoop me up.” You gave one last smile to the driver and shut the far, the dark tinted windows blocking out their face. You whipped around in search of Gojo and were surprised to see him so close behind you already. You could’ve sworn he was already inside the building.

“What are you doing on this side of town?”

“I wanted to see Kento. Surprise him with some food,” you said fondly and held up the box.

“He’s not here,” Gojo said coolly. His rounded sunglasses did little to block out the intensity of his eyes that peeled through. They glowed almost neon in the sunlight.

“Gojo, don’t play with me.” Your smile dropped immediately and you walked past him to enter the building.

“No need to get all spikey. I was obviously joking. Are any of those for me?” He was referring to the takeout box in your hand and you gave him a dry “no.”

“You’re just like Nanamin. No wonder you’re married to him.”

The sentence made you warm inside, a smirk growing on your face. Your footsteps echoed in the warehouse, walking through the garage entrance still in search of your lover. You stuck to the walls and shadows, not wanting to disturb anybody.

“Where is he?” You called out behind you to Gojo.

“Why should I tell you? It’s not like you’re ever nice to me.” Gojo crossed his arms over his chest and you rolled your eyes. The fact that he wore black jeans and t-shirt made him illuminate even more outside of the sun. His glasses pushed his hair up and out of his face now, a faux pout decorating it while you scanned the area.

From outside you could hear a car engine rumble and pull-up to the garage opening and Gojo was by your side immediately, like he teleported next to you.

“Who’s that?” You whispered when he pulled you away deeper into the shadows. You knew it was for your sake rather than his own, as Gojo wouldn’t hide from anyone.

“Probably somebody I pissed off. Maybe. I can’t keep track anymore.”

Three men clambered out of the car. The two younger ones in the back statues behind the taller, more imposing man in the front. His frame filled his clothing, his blue jeans and leather jacket nearly bursting at the seams. From the far corner of the room you saw your husband emerge from a door, his eyebrows pinched together in annoyance when he saw the visitor.

“Gojo aren’t you going to help him?”

It’s not that you didn’t think Nanami couldn’t handle whatever this was about to be. You never doubted your husband’s abilities, but the other man had death flaming behind his eyes and it was hard to watch Nanami on the other side of that gaze. He took heavy steps towards Nanami, each footfall flooding your heart with dread. You wanted to call out to him but decided against it when you felt Gojo’s touch.

“He doesn’t need help. I think he’d beat my ass if I stepped in,” Gojo chuckled, holding your shoulders and gently pulling you back. You clutched the desert that you had brought with you and sighed. Gojo was right, there was nothing you could do to help him. You would only get in his way and that is not something that you wanted to do. It was already enough that you arrived unannounced.

“I was told that there’s a blond with four eyes working here. You’re the one who sent my men away?”

Nanami sighs and takes a glance to the left of him, then the right of him and then looks back at the burly man. He’s not that much different in height, just a few inches taller the closer he walked up to Nanami and had his hair slicked back in a greasy curtain.

“Do you see any other blond four eyes?”

Nanami could see the anger building up in the other man, his jaw getting tighter and his fingers twitching at his sides. “You can’t just fuck me over like that. We had a deal ,” he seethed through clenched teeth.

“Yes. We had a deal, and now we don’t. Last time I checked, you brought the shipment an hour late. Do you know how long an hour is? What I could've done with that time?” Nanami was especially pissed because it had kept him from getting back home to you sooner. He absolutely despised when his time with you got cut short. It took everything in him to not say “fuck it” and be as reckless and uncaring as everybody else is but he has standards he holds himself to.

“You still got it. I’m sure you found them useful.”

Nanami gave a dull stare to the other side of the warehouse clearing where whatever shipment of something you were in the dark about sat. The other man sputtered up, his face growing redder by the second and he began to shout. Nanami took off his glasses and produced a lens wipe from his back pocket. Gojo was giggling beside you, shaking his head at the encounter but you could only watch them intently. The only time you drew your eyes away from them was when you felt movement in your hands, only to find out that Gojo was trying to open the box from the bakery you had brought for your husband. You swatted his hand away from poking at it.

“Oh come on! You always bring him something and never me!”

“We’re not married, Satoru.”

“So what, you have to be married to be nice now? I’ve always made sure that Kento is safe and sound when you’re not around,” he pouted.

“Oh really? And what's going on over there?”

“That,” he pointed, snagging a muffin out of the box you finally opened for him. He read the cover of it, mentally filing away the name “Love Bites” for later. “Is a person making the biggest mistake of their life. I’m surprised Nanami’s even entertaining them,” he said with a full mouth. You jumped and closed the box when you saw the other man start to get rowdy and suddenly had a pointed gun at Nanami.

You gasped, your heart paralyzed but Nanami stayed as calm and collected as ever. The henchmen that the other man brought with him started to laugh amongst themselves, and Gojo, who still remained by your side, took another bite of his muffin.

“What to do Nanamin, what to do,” he muttered.

Nanami looked past the barrel and straight ahead. “If you kill me now what happens? We still won’t need you, and you start a war. How does that help you at all?”

“I’ll start with your ass, then the bitch standing over there like a lost puppy and the white haired freak next to her. I can worry about the rest later.”

Nanami paused for only a second. He didn’t know that you were here, but knowing that Gojo was with you made him a little less worried. Nanami still had no idea why you decided to come, and the fact that this man had the audacity to bring you into it made him snap, whether he actually knew who you were or not.

“It looks like I touched a nerve,” he smirked when Nanami was still unmoving, shifting his gun and body from Nanami to where you were standing with Gojo but was no longer there. Gojo had hurried you up the stairs to the upper level of the warehouse as soon as he had finished his muffin because he had the suspicion that you would become an interest to the newcomer. The man’s smile faltered when he no longer saw you, and now that you were out of harm's way, Nanami removed his tie. You had an overhead view of Nanami from the balcony. You watched him wrap his yellow and brown spotted tie around his knuckles, slowly and deliberately, and walked surely towards the other man.

“Where the fuck did she–”

But he never got to finish the question because Nanami’s fist collided with his jaw. It was a sickening sound, like a wrecking ball smacking a brick wall. It was a hard enough impact that you winced and touched your own face. Satoru let out a huff of laughter, his eyes bright like he was watching a movie. The man staggered back, stunned by the hit so powerful the gun he held fell out of his hand and skidded on the floor. Before he could find his footing Nanami striked again, aiming for the center in his stomach and the other man was wheezing, walking away to stretch the space between him and Nanami, but there was no going back now. Nanami had one goal in mind that could not be stopped until it was achieved, and that was to have this man regret ever questioning him in the first place.

“Five minutes,” Gojo said, leaning close to your ear but his eyes were still glued to the fight.

“What?”

“I bet Nanami’s gonna lay slickback’s ass out in five minutes. Probably even less.”

Your gaze trailed back to Nanami and he had the other man's shirt crumpled in his hand and his voice was gravely deep.

“Tell me the real reason why you’re here. There has to be a better reason than this.”

“You all think you’re such hot shit but you guys need me. Nobody else will even—“

“I don’t need you,” Nanami growled.

The dark haired man sneered, spitting in Nanami’s face and his mouth was full of blood as he spoke. “She means something to you, doesn’t she? I should’ve used her to make something shake a long time ago.”

He took Nanami by surprise and smashed his head into his face. You took a step closer but Gojo held you back, his hand heavy on your shoulder. You didn’t even notice that you were so close to the balcony already. Nanami’s teeth bared themselves when his knee came up to crush the man’s stomach, then when he was hunched over Nanami delivered a sharp hook to the side of his face. The other man dropped to his knees and waved his arms around, his senses lagging behind and he couldn’t tell when or where Nanami was going to hit him next.

You watched Nanami’s powerful arms strike the man with dangerous precision, aiming for weak spots and the sound of awful thumping echoing in the warehouse. The henchmen that had accompanied him stood in horror as they watched their boss turn into a human punching bag. The man on the floor was still fighting, trying to get a grip on Nanami and failing miserably because his arms were never quick nor strong enough to stop the next blow coming down on his body. Blood splattered on Nanami’s face and clothes yet he didn’t stop until the man below him was motionless.

Gojo finally clapped his hands together, walked towards the edge of the balcony, then cupped his hands around his mouth to call Nanami.

“Look at the mess you're making, Nanamin. I’m the one who usually overdoes it,” he teased. Nanami slowly looked up to Gojo, his breathing finally slowing down. The anger that allowed him to beat someone to a pulp was still etched in his face, wrinkles pronounced and with his lips set in a hard line, and it shot electricity down your spine. He caught a glance of you, looking down at him like an angel of sorts and his gaze softened. You wore a shale pink wrap dress, your hair piled high on top of your head and eyes as wide as an owl’s. He really wished you hadn’t been there but it was comforting to know that you didn’t run for the hills at his outburst. You were still there, shock evident in your face and an undercurrent of something else he couldn’t quite place, but concern was clearly the heavier emotion. Above all you were worried about him .

Nanami felt something brush his ankle and peered down at his feet. A weak hand clawed at him, making Nanami raise a brow. “You can still move? Let’s fix that.”

“Boss?” One of the henchmen called out, terrified for their leader yet hope was laced in their voice, like he could possibly turn this around. Nanami didn’t like the sound of that at all. He shoved the other man in his side with his feet until he flipped over on his stomach facing the two guests.

More blood sputtered out of his lips when he tried to crawl away as Nanami watched him impassively. When he failed for the third time Nanami pressed one foot in the middle of his shoulder blades, forcing him back down and he protested against it.

“Since neither of you tried to intervene, I’m assuming he told you not to. Or maybe he was going to use this as a learning lesson,” he said, reaching down to pull at his arms. “And I do hope that you learn something from this.” Nanami eased his foot off of his body so that his chest was suspended off the floor by his arms only. The warehouse was deathly quiet before Gojo spoke.

“He’s really taking a page out of my book,” Gojo gasped. His hands pressed over your ears and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the scene. His hands did nothing to muffle the howling that ensued, the acoustic building amplifying the pleas for mercy and screams, making your teeth ache. Your husband was pushing his foot back down, pulling the arms in and up until his shoulders no longer held them in place and they were rendered useless.

“You can always be replaced in this business,” he said to them when the wails subsided.

“Except for you, Nanamin! I love you too much to let you go,” Gojo shouted, then dropped his hands from your ears.

Nanami rolled his eyes then watched the two younger men retreat back to their car, the tires screeching as they ran away.

“I know you’re rolling your eyes but I mean it!”

The man beneath Nanami made a gurgling noise and Nanami squatted down next to him and grabbed the strands of hair on his head into a ponytail, lifting up his face. It’s swollen, bloodied and unrecognizable from the hothead who came in early. More blood and drool dripped down onto the floor and Nanami gave his head a harsh tug for him to listen.

“I want you to remember this. In your very last moments, the men who you thought swore their loyalties to you, the ones who you’ve been working with for decades upon decades, all ran away like rats and left you here to rot. You will die forgotten, and I think that’s quite fitting since I just can’t bother to remember your name.”

He released his hair and his face fell back into the concrete once again.

“Aren’t you afraid they might come back?” You asked Gojo as you rushed down the stairs to meet Nanami.

“Pfft, no,” Gojo snorted. “We’re at the top. Like Ken said, let this be a lesson to all of them.”

It’s a very different sentiment from the Nanami you knew intimately. He never ran out of patience with you; he had endless pools of it. When you reached ground level you practically threw yourself in his arms. He caught you with ease, cupping the back of your head into his chest. Under the heavy smell of blood his familiar scent filled your nose and you took deep breaths of it to calm down. You didn’t realize how fast your heart was thumping until you felt it against Nanami’s ribs.

“Me next!” Gojo opened his arms and hugged the both of you, making you giggle. “You really do pay attention to everything I do, Ken. Is that why I dreamed of you last night?”

“What are you dreaming about with my husband?”

“Absolutely nothi–”

“I don’t want to make you jealous,” Gojo interrupted, nuzzling his chin into the top of your head and Nanami swatted him away. “I’ll have somebody clean up the mess.”

“Good,” Nanami muttered. When Gojo released the two of you, you fretted over Nanami’s hands. His knuckles that were covered with the tie were less raw than the one without, but they were both an angry shade of red.

“God, Ken, I just came so that we can enjoy this new bakery I found on the way back home and then this happens,” you frowned.

Nanami gave a small smile and kissed the top of your head. “I’m fine.”

“That’s what you always say! That’s why I have to worry for the both of us.”

Gojo tutted in agreement. “Go to the bar and check to see if Shoko’s there. It’s technically after hours but she might be lingering around. And you look like you need a drink anyways.”

Nanami nodded and his hand wrapped around your waist before you could move, walking with you to the car that was prepared for the short drive. You winked at the driver once you sat down inside, then tucked yourself right next to Nanami.

When you arrived at the bar, Choso notified you that you had just missed Shoko and you sighed. He saw the weariness in your eyes led you to a room down a hallway in the back.

“I’ll come back with a drink for Nanami. I’m assuming you’d want something strong, right?”

“Yes, thank you,” Nanami sighed, putting his jacket down on the chair near the bed. It was a sparse room with a queen sized bed, two nightstands, and a small clothed chair. A closed door in the corner that you assumed was the closet next to an open door that led to a bathroom and no windows could be found. When Choso started speaking again you turned to face him.

“Anything for you?” Choso asked you and you shook your head.

“No, no drinks for me.”

“I’ll be back soon,” he nodded and you rubbed his shoulder appreciatively. He closed the door behind him and you locked it when he let go of the handle.

You rested your back against the door and looked at Nanami who was sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Come here,” he mumbled , and you pushed yourself off to walk into his open arms. They wrapped around you tightly and you combed his hair back. You didn’t say anything to him. You didn’t need to. Nanami did this all the time, silently recharging himself through physical touch and you were happy to help. You gently massaged his scalp with your fingernails until you heard soft rapping on the door again. Nanami grumbled something that you didn’t catch fully but you couldn’t help laughing.

“You did ask for a drink,” you reminded, and sure enough when you opened the door Choso had an amber drink in a crystal glass ready for you on a platter. He also brought a whole bottle for Nanami.

“Thanks Choso,” you smiled, and he gave you a small nod.

“Stay as long as you need,” he told you, then waved at Nanami who returned the gesture after he removed his dress shirt.

You locked the door for the last time, putting the drinks on the side table and going to the bathroom to get a washcloth for cleaning. When you stood in front of him again, his legs bracketing around yours, you started to wipe away the hand that he wasn’t using to down his drink. His knuckles weren’t as bad as you had initially thought as you cleaned them. The dried blood proved to be the other man's, the clearer Nanami’s skin became. There was only slight redness from irritation. You kissed the knuckles you cleaned individually.

The fight from earlier replayed in your head, making you slow down. His show of precision, his power, his steadiness were all insanely attractive and you felt yourself suddenly getting shy. Nanami felt the change too and asked what was wrong.

“I think there’s something wrong with me,” you let out a breathy chuckle heavy with arousal and patted his shoulders. His hand rested on your waist, gently trying to calm you down and he looked up at you adoringly.

“What makes you say that?”

You stared at his open collarbone, the pale skin underneath rising and falling with each breath he took, trying to keep your breath steady but failed when you looked into his eyes. If you had to choose a favorite feature of Nanami’s face, you would always choose his eyes. They were the warmest shade of brown that you have ever known, just deep pools of unyielding love for you and everything you have ever done. Right now they were slightly pained, not because of the fight that happened but because he wanted to know what’s on your mind and you were stalling. He was afraid that he might’ve scared you earlier. He hated to lose his temper in front of the only person he swore to never raise his voice at. Even though his anger wasn’t directed towards you at all it still bothered him.

You, on the other hand, had a completely different concern, one that was caused from the heat pooling lower in your nether regions. You trailed your gaze down further, inspecting his nose that you remembered got bashed. Nanami was complacent, moving like putty in your hands and craned his neck in any position you needed. There was no swelling or bruising forming, which you were grateful for. You got to admire him quietly in the process and a ghost of a smile danced on your lips. Your husband was so damn beautiful.

“I don’t think it’s broken,” he muttered.

“No,” you agreed. “It probably isn’t. We’ll have Shoko look at it later though. Just in case.”

“He truly took me by surprise.”

“I know, baby, I know. I’m just glad he can no longer hurt you” you crooned. You must have had his head leaning down for too long, or pressed him too hard, as a drop of blood dripped from his nose to the undershirt. The scarlet stain looked neon against the white fabric and it was the only blood mark on his clothes that was his. The rest of the splatter was from the bastard who found the wrong person to annoy on the right day. You looked up at his face once again and Nanami also noticed the stain, bringing his hand up to wipe the rivulet off from under his nose but you stopped him from doing that by leaning down for a kiss. You quickly moved your lips against his, taking his top lip in between yours and the metallic taste of iron filled your mouth. Nanami moaned quietly, taken by surprise by your action but tightened his hold on your hip to steady you, his other hand propping himself up behind him as you leaned in further, getting more of your fill and pushing him into the bed.

You straddle your legs around his waist, clutching his collar and running your tongue in his mouth. Your head was getting lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. When you finally came up to breathe you pulled back, groaning at the sight of Nanami even more disheveled and his blood smeared over his top lip. You finally remembered yourself, then grabbed the towel that had fallen into the sheet and finally wiped it off of his face.

“I’m sorry. I just… like I said, I think there’s something wrong with me. I was worried about you the whole time, of course I was, but more than anything else I wanted to drag you into bed. You should be resting,” you rushed out, shame creeping up your neck. You began to crawl off of Nanami, one leg already on the floor but he stopped your departure and your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“You got me right where you wanted me and now you’re leaving? You’re always such a tease,” he muttered inside your wrist and you were sure that he could taste your heartbeat pounding beneath the skin.

Your voice stuck to your throat when you tried to speak out. “Ken…”

“Mmm, don’t “Ken” me,” he smiled. His fingertips danced up your thigh, slipping underneath your dress and hiking it farther up. He brushed your dampening crotch and your breath hitched.

“You’re the one who likes to see me bloody and breathing heavy, right?”

“It’s not a bad look,” you squeaked. His hand pushed past your waistband and circled your clit until you grasped the back of his hair. Nanami’s hands were going to drive you out of your own mind and he knew it.

“And what else did you like?” He gathered the wetness from your entrance, rubbing your clit more intently. You were soaking and only getting wetter. He didn’t tease you so much that you could not answer but it would not be without stuttering. You looked down at him, his face smushed to your chest with those pretty brown eyes of his blinking at you, waiting for your response.

“You know I’ve always been a fan of your ha -hands.”

Such strong yet gentle hands. Big enough to cover large portions of your body but always delicate towards you. His hands were perfect.

He smirked at you, now using two fingers to fuck you. They stroked and curled in the spongey spot deep inside and you started to grind your hips into his hand, unable to help yourself. “Yes, I think I’m aware.”

“And your voice, baby. You only yelled at him once but I heard you the entire time,” you panted.

“But you know that I would never do that to you? I would never act like that to you.” His eyebrows were scrunched up at you, begging for you to understand and his face was your undoing. His fingers never stopped moving, curling inside to stroke you just right.

“I know, Kento. It’s just the fact that you can do that. N-not to me but– fuck, faster please. Just a little more.” You raised his chin up to mesh your lips on his, whimpering into the kiss as he gave you exactly what you wanted. His fingers quickly drew out an orgasm from you, one that released only some of the tension that had been building up in you for the past hour. Your pussy drenched his fingers with your release and you hid your face in Nanami’s shoulder. Kento eased more tremors out of your body and your teeth sunk into his shoulder. He wished you didn’t always try to hide your face when you came. He knew that now it was because you two weren’t in the comfort of your own home and wanted to be quiet, but Nanami loved to see your mouth pop open and a watch a silent scream fall out, or his personal favorite, when you murmured his name over and over again like it was the only word in the world, pleading and thanking him all at once, but that meant that he would have to keep going until he got the reaction that he wanted.

Nanami removed his hand and sucked them clean while you caught your breath. You watched him from the corner of your eyes as you rested on his shoulder and gave a breathless giggle.

“You made me come and I didn’t even take off my clothes.”

You lifted your head off and peered at your husband.

“I can still make you come without your clothes. I actually plan on doing that multiple times.”

You stood up and walked slowly away from him, pulling at the knot on your dress and hummed. “Kento, I want to do you first. I've wanted to jump your bones since we got in the car.” Your dress unraveled and Nanami’s cock strained in his pants. A sheer balconette bra welcomed him, along with matching sheer panties that matched the color of your dress. The swell of your breasts and nipples were apparent through the bra, poking through the fabric and his jaw twitched. He didn’t know if he wanted to tear clothes off of your body or fuck you in the set. You obviously took the time to get dressed for him, your eyes searching for response as you did a slow turn. You let the dress hang off your arms when your back was faced to him, then reveal the curves of your body when you dropped it on the floor.

Nanami took a dry swallow.

A sly smile formed on your lips when you walked back to him. While placing your hands on his thighs, you locked eyes with your husband and slowly sank to your knees, your gaze unwavering when you started to undo his belt.

You could see how hard he was through his pants and it made your sex pulse. Once you finally freed him from his constraints, you palmed him slowly and placed a sultry kiss on the head of his cock. Nanami widened his legs for you to nestle in between, then placed his hand on your face, stroking the apple of your cheek softly.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he groaned. “Are you sure your knees aren’t hurting?” He asked but he already fixed a pillow for you to stand on. Once you repositioned yourself, you decorated his cock with more kisses on the way to the base, then flattened your tongue heavy with saliva, taking a slow, long stripe up to the head and swallowed as much as you could. It was no easy feat. If you were to ask Nanami he would tell you that he is an average size, nothing special, but your jaw ached from taking him in.

Nanami thrusted his hips shallowly into your mouth, the warmth of your tongue making it hard for him to restrain himself, and you matched his rhythm. The rest of him that couldn’t fit in your mouth was covered by your fingers, wrapping around the shaft and twisting it with your spit. When he reached the back of your throat you moaned around him, the vibrations making him throw his head back. His chest heaved rapidly when he looked back down at you, his eyes full of lust and desire.

“You let me do anything to this pretty mouth of yours,” he rasped. Your mouth made a crisp pop when you took your lips off of him, and his thumb immediately went to outline your lips, glossy with his precum and your saliva. You teased the slit of his cock with your own thumb, clenching your legs together at the sharp hissing sounds he made.

“You never do anything I’d say no to,” you said, putting him back in your mouth and he cursed under his breath. Even with the orgasm you had a few minutes ago the heat was building up inside of you again. Your panties were soaked, you could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. Like everything else on your body, your mouth was sensitive, and the noises Nanami was making only spurred you on.

“I’m going to come,” Nanami said as a warning. His jaw was tight, rolling over when you batted your lashes up at him and continued to take him further down your throat. The heat of your mouth and your tongue moving against him brought him closer to the peak. It was clear that you had no intentions of letting him go early, so when he felt like he was finally nearing the end he begged you to look at him.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured. “You take me so well.”

To avoid letting him see the blood rushing to your face, you attempted to brush your nose to his happy trail, taking him as far as you could. He came with soft moans escaping his mouth and his thighs jerked up slightly. You rubbed them down, looking back up at him to see his eyes washed with pleasure. With a stare dunk in lust, he dragged you up and on top of him again, slowly maneuvering into the center of the bed while his lips overtook yours. It was a sloppy kiss, and he could taste himself on your tongue but there was still the taste of you so he wanted more. You reached down below, rubbing his cock head on your clit after moving your panties to the side. Neither of you could be bothered to take them off properly and he bit your bottom lip in response.

“I think I want to hear you beg,” you murmured along his jaw. “You’ve been awfully calm this whole time and it’s not fair.”

Nanami let out a strained noise. “We have very different understandings of what ‘calm’ is.”

He thought that he was barely holding it together. His hands feverishly ran over your body, starting with your breasts, then the back of your thighs before gripping your ass. You continued to tease him, only allowing the tip to enter before taking it out repeatedly. Labored breaths made his chest heave and he looked up at you with those beautiful eyes again.

“Please, honey. You said you wanted to have me since getting in the car right?”

Your hand cupped the base of his neck, squeezing slightly and you nodded.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“There’s no need to wait anymore.”

He planted a kiss right in the middle of your chest. His hands were now on your waist, warming up your sides.

“I want to feel you. I’m all yours now so fuck me.”

The end of his sentence had curled into a growl. It was more of a demand than a plea. His hands were back on your hips, not so subtly trying to get you to sit down. The edge of his teeth wrapped around your nipple and you settled down on the base of his shaft. You both moaned when he bottomed out.

Nanami tugged on your nipple before lapping it with his tongue. He was deep seated in your warmth but trying to be mindful before taking over. You were adjusting to him, grinding softly on him to stretch yourself out.

“You were made for me, Kento,” you groaned. You opened your eyes that were previously squeezed shut and rolled your hips into his. Nanami unlatched his mouth from his nipple and looked up at you in awe. Yes he was made for you. He was yours to use and wasn’t afraid to let you know that. Your eyes screwed shut again when you slowly lifted up to come back down on him, his length scraping your insides.

“All for you. I need you to look at me,” he begged. You came down on him harder, the sounds of your coupling filling the room, and the bed began to groan wearily underneath. You picked up the speed and opened your eyes per his request. His were wide and unwavering, watching you closely to match your rhythm, and his skin was warm with blush. His fingernails dug into and bit the plush of your hips. You leaned in to touch your forehead on his, gazing deep at your husband, sharing his breaths. With the hand that wasn’t on his neck you combed it up the back of his nape and tugged his hair down, tipping his face up and ghosted your lips over his mouth.

“Fuck me harder,” you dragged out. “Make me cum.”

The burn in your thighs were proof of your hard work but you needed more of him. Pressing chest to chest and lips to lips was not enough. Nanami’s thumb reached the slippery mess where you were joined to him to circle your clit and he swallowed the moans that ensued. He pistoned up into your pussy, responding to your order. His teeth grazed on any open skin to him. Nanami felt the sex drunkenness seep into his veins. It filled his head with only you, the best way to get you to curl and stretch with pleasure. You only urged him along, nipping the lobes of his ear to mutter more obscenities that made his body crave you.

“Just like that Kento. I’m almost right there, can you feel it? I want you to fuck me good, Kenny. I want you dripping out of me. Can you do that for me, baby? Harder , Kento, I need— fuck. ”

You knew the reaction you were looking for with your words. It did not surprise you when your back was on the bedding and you were pressed into the mattress. Everything was white hot. You clawed him closer, but being ever the gentleman, Nanami slipped out of you and with a desperate whimper you felt the cool air slip between your bodies. Grabbing another pillow he adjusted some below you in a quick manner and his hands returned to your waist.

His gaze on you kept your body sizzling, his cock head parting the seam of your sex and a shudder ran through you. Your pussy clenched around nothing, aching.

“ Please ,” you whined. You raised your hips up to usher him inside and he did, welcoming your warmth and sighing into it. Tilting your head up for a kiss, your tongue ran in his mouth and you tried to clasp your legs around him. You were unable to as he started to pick up speed, fucking you deep until he reached the end of you, his pelvis brushing your clit and causing moans to tumble into his mouth.

“So soft,” he murmured, lacing his fingers through your hands and bringing it to the top of your head on the pillow. “You remind me how to be soft.”

“Kento,” you moaned. With your hands pinned above your head you felt more exposed, even though his body covered yours entirely. You could feel every muscle of his ripple above you. He never sacrificed speed over power, driving you out of your mind.

The noises you were making in his ear, your tongue tasting his skin, the way that you dragged him in deeper, begging for him to stay inside and fill you up made his need for you from a scorching flames threatening to engulf you both.

In a strangled moan he fucked you harder. The bed creaked dangerously, the headboard banging on the wall and all previous cautions of keeping quiet were forgotten. Nanami released your hands, instead cupping his palms to the back of your knees and flattened you into the bed. With every thrust he lost a little bit of himself in you, giving himself to you just like you asked, kissing you so hard your lips bruised and your head spun. It was like he was trying to apologize for his nature and you couldn’t get it through to him that you didn’t care. There was nothing that Nanami could do that would ever push you away from him, so you tried to show him the depths of your love in any way you could.

“I want us to come together,” he said, his own voice betraying him by cracking at the end. You opened your tear stained eyes, holding your husband’s gaze.

Your eyebrows pinched together and you tried to follow his request but it was hard when he was so deep inside of you, causing all your muscles to pull taut like a wire.

“Kento,” you murmured, your vision getting wavy around your peripheral but his eyes remained as clear as ever. You didn’t need to say anything more than that. He understood that you were reaching your limit and he could barely hold on himself.

“Kento,” you said again, and a faint smile danced on his lips. It was happening, the favorite part of sex with you. Your eyes gazed down to where you two were joined, watching him disappear inside of you and another strangled approximation of his name left your mouth again. The spring in your stomach coiled tighter and tighter, getting ready to burst as Kento changed to languid strokes that unraveled you perfectly. Time slowed down and every touch and sound the both of you were making was magnified tenfold.

You didn’t even realize when you had shattered once again. It happened so quickly, like lightning striking down on you but the aftershocks lingered. Your face was wet with tears and his lips were quick to catch them as he came down his own high.

You heard a voice, a tired and hoarse one you quickly realized that was your own, still repeating the syllables that made up his name. Kento held himself over you, trying to catch his breath. He gently unfolded your body, taking note of any sounds you made that might indicate pain.

“Don’t go,” you grumbled. You could feel the mess you both made in the sheets. The slight movements Kento made still inside of you only pushed out his come.

“I need to clean you up. We need to do something about the bed too.”

“God, don’t remind me.”

Nanami stamped a kiss on your forehead, then two, then three.

“I’m positive that we made enough noise for Choso to hear.”

“You’re the worst. Just horrid.”

You could hear him grinning while you covered your face in your hands. Nanami carefully pried your hands apart. Another kiss between your eyebrows was placed.

“I was made just for you so that makes two of us,” he laughed. The embarrassment still burned your face yet you couldn’t help but to laugh with him.

“I love that sound,” he said fondly. Nanami’s nose rubbed against yours and your laughter fizzled into nervous giggles. “I love you.”

You cupped his face, his ears slotting between your fingers and traced his bottom lip with your top lip.

“I love you,” you breathed.

Nanami never left between your legs, partly because you told him not to, partly because he didn’t want to just yet. Whatever the reason was, you could feel him hardening again inside, immediately reciprocating your mounting arousal.

You took his mouth, deepening it as soon as he welcomed your tongue. With the strength you had left in your body you pulled him down on top of your, welcoming the heavy pressure. You drifted further into the bed, showing your love to each other over and over again.

#minimoe #momowritings #black fem reader #x black reader #heavy smut #nanami is a wife guy #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #nanami smut #jjk fanfic #mafia au

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Love Bites pt. 5

The holidays are right around the corner...

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

Preview: Toji pressed a kiss to the top of your head, an absentminded but affectionate gesture since she couldn’t actually feel the kiss through your hoodie and beanie covering your head, but you warmed up from it nonetheless.

“You’re doing fine..."

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Chapter Five: Pumpkin Spice

The warmth of Toji’s hand sears through your gloves even in the nipping cold. You look around in the skating rink and see a little girl in a sparkly pink jumpsuit who is doing a camel spin before evolving it into a salchow. Your eyes couldn't even keep up with how many rotations the child was completing, and you weren't sure if cheering her on would distract her or not. You watch in amazement before she realizes that the little girl who’s finally slowing down is Nobara, one of Megumi’s friends. She hadn’t recognized her for a moment because her copper hair was tucked inside of her beanie.

“That was beautiful,” you compliment and Nobara beams up at you before giving a curtsy. You were about to give another comment before you lost your balance again. You stumbled forward, trying to steady yourself, but fell short and the ice below you was rushing up to your face fast. Luckily for you, Toji was a steady boulder who was quick to hook his hand underneath your arm to prevent you from ending up in the hospital.

“Thank you,” you giggle. “This is much harder than they make it look,” you say sheepishly when you are finally standing up straight. When Toji invited you out to come skating you agreed without hesitation, then later realized that you had never gotten on ice for any recreational business. You tried to look it up online to prepare, but it was hard if you didn’t have any skates to practice on your own. You were relieved to see that you weren't the only person unable to skate in the rink, but it was still a little embarrassing.

“Follow my feet,” Toji says, gliding in front of her to grasp both of your hands tightly. Toji wasn’t wearing his usual suits, instead opting for an all grey sweatshirt and pants combo, with a black puffer jacket and beanie to match. It was a simple outfit, one that you had seen a thousand times before on other people, but he looked devastatingly handsome. Suddenly your feet started to shuffle frantically because you were admiring his face instead of following Toji’s feet like he told you. Your face crashes into his chest with a thump that even Toji groans at. You try to pull back but your feet slip again, causing you to make the same mistake.

You slump in defeat and scowls at the ice below you. You rub your head into his chest, then lift your head up, digging your chin into his sternum to look at him.

“I suck at this,” you pout. You bat your eyes at Toji and let your arms dangle at your sides while he continues to hold you up from your underarms. “Even the kids are better than me,” you grumble. You look at Yuji who also said he has never skated before, which was true since he was struggling to take baby steps on the ice with the help of Nobara and Megumi when they first came in, but now he was attempting a triple axel because Nobara had dared him to.

Toji pressed a kiss to the top of your head, an absentminded but affectionate gesture since she couldn’t actually feel the kiss through your hoodie and beanie covering your head, but you warmed up from it nonetheless.

“You’re doing fine. Yuji’s freakishly good at everything.”

“He could go to the Olympics at this rate,” you comment, pointing at how he landed yet another obnoxious turn that Nobara suggested. The kid was only ten years old for crying out loud. You groan and turn your forehead back into Toji’s chest again.

“Are you hurt anywhere? Do you want to leave?” Toji sets you right on your feet, his eyes grazing over your body.

“How could I have been hurt? You’ve been holding my hand or body this whole time,” you laugh, then slowly shuffle to the nearest bench looking into the rink. “I don’t want to leave just yet,” you say, sitting down and stretching out your legs in front of you. Toji occupied the space next to you and you both watched the three of the children race around the rink together. You scoot closer to him, closing the gap between you, then rest your head on his shoulder. You hum along to the Christmas song that is playing overhead, threading your hand under Toji’s that was resting on his thigh. By instinct he brings up your hand to kiss the back of it and you grin in response. You sit quietly and listen to the sound of jingles and laughter for a moment until Toji speaks up.

“What are your plans for Thanks—“

“Is this the reason why you can’t pick up the phone, you fucker?” A deep voice asks behind the couple, and your eyes widen at the interrupter. He must have been taller than Toji, with tattoos on his face and creeping up his neck, and spiked pink hair to top it off. Toji didn’t even turn around to acknowledge the man. He replies with a simple, “It broke.”

“If you’re gonna lie, at least make it a good one,” the other man grumbles. He finally looks down at you, who Toji scooped and tucked closer to his body. The other man crosses his arms over his chest and whistles.

“What’s this? You actually got yourself a woman now?”

“What do you want?”

“She’s really cute. What’s your name, honey?”

Toji pulls you closer and glares at the man. “Sukuna,” he warns.

“Sukuna me all you want, I asked some questions first.”

“Baby, this is the bane of my existence. Bane of my existence, this is my baby. Now go back to whatever the fuck you were doing before this.”

“I was looking for you, asshole. We have a problem,” Sukuna says after winking at you.

You give a small wave of your hand but stay quiet during their interaction. You can see Toji getting increasingly stressed out from the conversation so you rub his thigh consolingly.

“Can’t. Busy. Take it to Nanami.”

“Nanami is pulling the same shit as you but he’s smart enough to stay inside to avoid me.”

“Gojo then.”

“He’s being disgusting with his girl right now. They’re feeding each other whatever baked goods she made for him this time and rubbing each oher’s noses,” Sukuna shivers.

“Sounds like you should get yourself a partner,” Toji sighs.

“Don’t worry about me, I got my eyes on someone. Speaking of partners, are you gonna bring her to the family Thanksgiving dinner?”

“I was getting to that before your big ass showed up.”

“I’d love to go. What should I bring?” You pipe up.

“Anything you want, sugar, I’m sure it’ll taste amazing,” Sukuna purrs and dodges the arm Toji threw out in an attempt to punch his stomach.

“Great. That’s settled. Call the kids over so I can drop them off at Nanami’s place as punishment for blocking my number again. We have some work to do.”

“I’ll be fine, Toji. It looks like your…friend needs you,” you smile.

“Thank you,” Sukuna nods. “Here you go,” he hands you a cafe cup. “The lady in the store gave me a sugary pumpkin spice latte instead of black coffee.”

“Don’t take that,” Toji scowls and snatches the cup from Sukuna. “After I take her back then we can talk. Fuck off.”

“Love you too, baby,” Sukuna teases. He walks down the street hauling Yuji and Nobara on his shoulders and Megumi walking close behind, leaving Toji and you alone to walk to his car.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” Toji says once you get in his car.

“I want to. I want to meet the rest of your family,” you assure him.

“They’ll love you, but I’m greedy and wanted to spend Thanksgiving alone together.”

“We’ll have some alone time when we leave,” you say, leaning on the armrest and looking at his lips.

“Oh yeah?”

You hum in response, drifting closer to his face, but place a finger on his lips before you could touch.

“First you should get me a pumpkin spice latte. I really wanted that one,” you grin.

<<<Chapter One

<<<Chapter Two

<<<Chapter Three

<<<Chapter Four

Chapter Six>>>

#minimoe #momowritings #jjk #x black reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #jjk fanfic #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #dilf toji #kid megumi #kid yuji #kid nobara #sukuna ryomen #toji fluff

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Love Bites pt. 3

Nothing harder than being a girl on her birthday.

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

Preview: Toji nods so you busy yourself with a new task, and when you both sit down you gush over your presents as Toji’s ears flame red, and he covers his growing smile by drinking more chocolate...

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Chapter Three: Mint Chocolate Chip

“Shit, I forgot his book,” you curse and rush back outside. Luckily you parked your car close enough to the bakery that it wasn’t a far walk, but the bad news was that the snow was picking up and sticking to any exposed skin. You fumble with the ring of keys, muttering angrily to yourself for not clearing it out already. You rush inside to grab the wrapped book sitting in the cramped office space and double check the rest of the bakery before slowly backing out.

Just as you turn around to open the clear door, you see Toji holding onto the door handle and jump back in surprise.

“I didn’t think I would see you today! I can whip you up something really quick if you’d like.”

Toji steps in and closes the door behind him, dusting off the snow on his shoulders before meeting his gaze with you. He takes in your appearance, the melting snowflakes caught in your hair, your slightly fogged up glasses, the carefully wrapped present you held in your hand. The gingerbread wrapping paper crinkles softly as you nervously squeeze it and wait for Toji to talk.

“I’m not here for that. Happy birthday,” he says, and holds out a rather large gift bag that bulged at the sides. Your eyes widen at the offer, and you look back up at Toji whose face was, as always, expressionless. You scuffle to put your gift on a table for customers and gingerly take the bag from Toji, as if you were afraid that he would take it back.

“For me? Really?”

Toji stiffly nods and shakes the bag a little for you to take it out of his hand. You giddily take the bag and set it on the table, pulling out the decorative paper on top to see the expensive gift at the bottom. You slowly pull out a deep mauve scarf that was thick in material and impossibly soft. You ran your hand over the fabric and felt your eyes pricking from emotion. You took another look in the bag and saw that there were knitted gloves the same color at the bottom, along with fuzzy white earmuffs and a matching beanie. You shoot a glance at Toji who has his hands stuffed in his coat.

“Toji… Thank you. Thank you so much,” you tap the corners of your eyes to catch the tears before they fall. Toji steps closer to you until he stands right in front of you, grabbing the scarf off of the table and slowly wraps it around your neck. The bakery is a lot colder now that the ovens and lights aren't on, but the thick wool is the perfect shield from the weather.

“It’s not a lot but this color looks nice on you. You always wear purple,” Toji drops his hands and you immediately miss his proximity.

“It’s perfect. I love it.” You dig your chin into the scarf and take a deep breath in. You don't know if it’s because Toji is standing so close or because the gift itself has stayed around him so long, but you catch a whiff of his cologne and try to steady yourself.

“Would you.. would you like to share some hot chocolate with me? I’m about to leave but I’d like to have a cup before I go.”

Toji nods so you busy yourself with a new task, and when you both sit down you gush over your presents as Toji’s ears flame red, and he covers his growing smile by drinking more chocolate. He peers down into the cup and raises a brow.

“Oh it’s mint hot chocolate. I like it better than the normal one,” you explain.

“I like it too.”

You bite your lip to keep from smiling like an idiot, and before you know it you have shared two cups of chocolate with Toji before you finally force yourself to leave, and he walks you to your car to send you off.

“I brought you a new book I think you’d like,” You say and sit beside the hospital bed. “I wrapped it up but you know I’m horrible at keeping secrets. I’ll try not to spoil it for you.”

You brush the hair of your brother and look up at the monitor. The rhythmic beeps of his heart is the only thing showing, and when you look down at his face she can see the ventilator cloudy from his breathing.

“I read a new book this month. It was called We Are the Ants by Shaun Hutchinson. Horribly sad, but it made me hopeful at the end. We are truly just ants in the grand scheme of things,” you mutter.

You take your hand off of his face and hold them in your lap. “And I have a new crush. Or at least I think I like him. I think he likes me. He got me this scarf,” you tug at your gift then sigh.

“I miss you, Ezra. This is hard. Really hard without you, or mom, or dad, but I’m trying. I really want you to wake up so you can meet him, and tell me if I’m making a mistake or not. That’s my one birthday wish.”

You wipe away the tears that fell down your face but didn’t bother after a few minutes. You cry quietly in the corner, right beside your brother, until you fall asleep breathing in the scent of your new scarf.

<<<Chapter One

<<<Chapter Two

Chapter Four>>>

#minimoe #momowritings #jjk #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji x reader #jjk fanfic #toji fluff #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #bakery au #dad toji

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Love Bites pt. 2

When two worlds collide…

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

Preview: “I wasn’t joking about Megumi. He doesn’t smile often but he is one of the kindest kids in the class. He’s like a tiny adult. I think you’d like him.”

“Stop that! I barely know the man. I just—“

“You just add new items on the menu in the middle of the season for him to be the first one to try it. No big deal...”

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Chapter Two: Chimayo Chai

Much to your dismay Toji visited the shop at least once a week with the same order. He always wanted to eat two of everything and a new drink to try, a drink that you had to choose for him. Your routine was set to where you had his boxes already waiting for him by the time he came in.

“Can I ask you a question?” Toji stops and stares down at you. You roll the ties of your apron around your fingers to try to calm yourself.

“Why do you order so much? I mean, you come in every week, but you don’t strike me as someone who has a sweet tooth.”

Once again Toji didn’t respond right away but you were used to it by now. Toji seemed to talk more when he was annoyed, so him being quiet was actually a good sign.

“I give them to my son and… coworkers.”

“You have a son?” you perk up. “I didn’t know you were married.”

“I’m not.”

You cringe at his response. You didn’t mean to bring up an unpleasant memory for him but you could never seem to talk to him normally.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I- Here’s your drink,” you sigh and hand him the latest fall drink on their menu, which is a Chimayo Chai. You hold the drink out and he takes it, lingering for a moment before speaking again. “He doesn’t like sweets either. My son.”

Your eyebrows knit together at his confession. “So it’s mainly just your coworkers who like sweets?”

Toji nods and finally takes the tea from over the counter. “They won’t shut up about them.”

“I love to hear that. I’ve been meaning to try more sugar and gluten free recipes. Maybe then you can enjoy them too.” You gave him a soft smile and the word “cute” flashed in Toji’s mind. He couldn’t even remember the last time he used that word willingly. “Oh, one more thing,” you say. “Next week on this day I won’t be here. The shop will be closed actually,” you mutter quietly. The words make Toji’s grip tighten around his cup and he waits for her to continue.

“It’s just for one day! I’m telling you because you always come in on Thursdays so I wanted to give you a heads up. I’ll close earlier on Wednesday but Friday will be open during normal store hours,” you smile and push your glasses up.

“Why?”

You were hoping he wouldn’t ask that question. You really didn’t want to lie to him, but at the same time you didn’t have any idea who this man was, even if your interest in him piqued every time he walked in with his tieless suit and emotionless face.

“I’m… visiting family,” you acquiesce.

“For only a day?”

“Yes, that’s all I need.”

Thankfully another customer broke their conversation with an announcement of their own. “Hey you, feeling old yet?” You smile at your tall friend who reaches over the counter to give you a tight hug.

“My birthday’s next week, jackass. How have you been, Rina?”

“Now I have to be more creative with my learning plans to keep the kids focused on their school work,” Rina dramatically sighs and her eyes trails over to the man she brushed past to say hello to you and her eyes widens.

“Oh Mr. Fushiguro! Funny seeing you here!”

“You know him, Rina?” This was getting ridiculous. How could an elementary teacher know a man like Toji?

“I teach his son, Megumi. He’s an absolute sweetheart. Quiet, but smart. He also loves all things related to frogs. Did I interrupt your conversation?”

“No, not at all. I’m sure Mr. Toji has other things to attend to. I’ll see you next week? Or maybe not, but soon?”

“What drink is this again?” Toji looks down into the cup.

“Chimayo Chai. You’re the first person I’ve made it for so far since it’s new on the menu,” you beam. “Let me know what you think when I see you again, okay?”

Toji nods and leaves without another word and Rina slowly turns to you with a smile pulling at her lips.

“He’s single you know.”

“Rina.”

“And quite a catch. He shows up to all of Megumi’s events and the other PTA moms drool over him from a distance.”

“Rina…”

“I wasn’t joking about Megumi. He doesn’t smile often but he is one of the kindest kids in the class. He’s like a tiny adult. I think you’d like him.”

“Stop that! I barely know the man. I just—“

“You just add new items on the menu in the middle of the season for him to be the first one to try it. No big deal,” Rina smirks and pops a piece of a muffin that she grabbed off of a rack into her mouth.

“Shut up. And I'm charging you for that.”

“Yeah yeah. Anyway, be sure to get ready for the school’s fall festival. Who knows, maybe Mr. Fushiguro will be there too.”

<<<Chapter One

Chapter Three>>>

#minimoe #momowritings #black fem reader #jjk #toji fushiguro #jjk fanfic #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fluff #jujutsu kaisen #bakery au #jjk fluff #kid megumi

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Love Bites pt. 10

No luck needed.

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

Preview: Toji ruffles Megumi's hair. His son gave him the confidence boost that he needs. “Tonight. I’m doing it tonight. Wish me luck?”

“She’s gonna say yes either way. Good luck,” he mumbles, the sleep pulling him back under. Toji leans down to kiss the top of his head and walks back to the living room where you were waiting for him...

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Chapter Ten: Yes

Toji watches in the corner as you talk to your brother the whole evening. You try to beckon him over, calling him to sit next to you but he told you that he’s fine where he’s at. Your eyes would dim, just for a second, but your brother and Megumi would pull you back into the conversation so you wouldn’t stay sad for long. The ring box felt like a brick in his pocket. He has no idea when would be the proper time to give it to you, and it didn’t help that his son glares at him whenever you aren’t looking.

You are just so beautiful. He didn’t want to interrupt anything that you were doing, no matter how insignificant the task may seem… but that means he has been sitting on this ring for weeks now.

Toji first tried to subtly bring up the idea of marrying you to Sukuna first. First mistake was talking about it to Sukuna. The other man bore a shit eating grin that made Toji want to shove his face into the window while he was driving them back home from a mission.

“I knew it. I fucking knew it! This is good, man. You’re finally ready to settle down and be the perfect househusband I always knew you could be. Did you already get a ring? If so, Gojo owes me $200.”

“Why the fuck would Gojo owe you $200?”

“I said that you would buy a ring and propose by Christmas. Gojo said that you’re slow as hell and it would happen next year,” Sukuna boasted.

“So y’all bet on me instead of doing your work?” Toji shot a glance at the other man but Sukuna just waved him off.

“Oh come on. Your eyes grow huge around her and you follow her around like a goddamn puppy. Not that it’s a bad thing, but any idiot could tell that you were gonna marry her.”

Toji shook his head. “It hasn’t happened yet. She hasn’t said yes.”

“There’s no way she wouldn’t say yes. She’s just as in love as you are. And I better be your best man.”

The same sentiments were shared by others in the group. Nanami wanted to be the one to help Toji with his suit and the others, and had a few bridal boutiques in mind for you. Gojo wanted to help choose the venue. Suguru and Choso gladly volunteered to help with any and all other wedding details. Nobody seemed surprised when Toji said that he had plans on making you his wife. In fact, in most cases, they were telling him to hurry up. They have already accepted you and the kids love you just as much. You are family in their eyes.

So why couldn’t Toji just pop the question? Well he thought that maybe it was because he didn’t have any of your folks to ask. Toji figures that it was customary, even though he usually doesn’t give a shit about tradition. Even then, it was like the universe gave him a big flashing sign to get on with it because the third time he visited Ezra on his own he woke up and gave his blessing. It couldn’t have been more obvious.

So Toji sits and waits. And waits, and waits, and waits as you reunite with your brother and play with Megumi until he falls asleep in a heap on the couch. He gathers Megumi up, the little kid flailing around like noodles in his arms while he takes him to bed. You try to take Megumi yourself but Toji tells you not to worry about it, instead telling you to get your shoes and jacket ready when he comes back. You give him a surprised look but agree, and on your behind you Ezra gives Toji an enthusiastic thumbs up.

When Toji places Megumi in bed he feels an arm tugging him back before he leaves.

“Have you asked her yet?” The boy is hardly awake. His eyes aren’t open yet his eyebrows are scrunched together. Toji sighs and rubs his face down.

“I’m working on it.”

“Stop being a scaredy-cat.“

“That’s real easy for you to say, kid,” Toji chuckles.

“She likes you. A lot. And I like her too.”

“I know.”

“…I accidentally called her mom and she smiled,” Megumi confesses. “A few days ago. I think she liked it.”

“You want her to be your mom?” Of course Megumi sees you like his mom. You’ve been there for him since you came into their lives, and you fret over Megumi even when he’s not around. Caring for Megumi came to you easily, from helping him with homework to packing his lunch, or taking him with you when you had errands to do. That tender love also extends to Yuji and Nobara, who flourish under your care. Everyone did.

“Yeah. I think she'd be a pretty cool mom to have.”

Toji ruffles Megumi's hair. His son gave him the confidence boost that he needs. “Tonight. I’m doing it tonight. Wish me luck?”

“Ezra, do you think you can watch Megumi for a little while? I still have a present to give her,” Toji asks Ezra and he nods vigorously.

“Go ahead. I’ll be fine here.”

“Really? Are you sure?” You ask. You are all bundled up with the same scarf and gloves Toji gifted you on your birthday all those months ago and fixing the laces on your boots.

“I’ll be fine. I’m sure you’ll be back soon,” Ezra grins.

“Okay. Thanks,” you say, grabbing Toji's outstretched hand and walking back outside. You had no idea what your gift could be, or why it had to be outside. You hadn’t even noticed that you technically weren’t given a gift by him yet merely for the fact that you felt like you have been given so many by everyone else. Spending this holiday with so many people is a million times better than last year. Ezra wasn’t in a coma yet, but he wasn’t around either. He had his own busy life on the other side of the world and coming back home after your parents’ untimely death was too much to bear. You didn’t blame him, but you couldn’t deny the fact that it was very lonely. Now you had a belly filled with a loving meal, belting out to Christmas carols with the radio while Toji drove you to wherever he was driving, even getting him to sing along with you.

You notice that the road he took is the same road that your bakery stays. You haven’t been there the whole week, one part because it’s Christmas, other parts because Toji asked you to take the entire week off. Usually you only did three, Christmas Eve, Christmas, and the day right after, but he wanted more time with you and you couldn’t say no. Not when he was looking up at you from laying on your chest and his eyebrows tilted up like he was pouting. You were sure that your customers would understand.

“Watch your step,” Toji says, holding open your door and taking your hand again. He did take you to the bakery, and it only added to your confusion. He ushers you inside to get out of the freezing cold before you could say anything and you stand in the dark of one of your favorite places in the world, second to only wherever Toji was.

When Toji turns on the light it becomes apparent why he brought you to your store. The place was completely renovated to the layout of your dreams. You always complained how tight the space felt despite having the space to be better, it’s just that you didn’t have the money to fix it. You look back at Toji who nods at you to keep exploring.

It wasn’t the type of modernization that sucks the life out of the space it’s in with a grey and white color palette. Your store still has character, accents of red and black dancing on the walls and tiles on the floor, now wavy counters, a deep walnut with their rough edges smoothed out but still bumpy to the touch, giving it a unique texture. The two tables you had in the front near the windows were the same. You didn’t notice when you first walked in but even the wording on the windows had changed. It matched the curled logo you have printed out on your boxes finally on the windows.

You turn to Toji with tears in your eyes and your hands over your mouth. Emotions swirl in your chest. You didn’t know if you wanted to jump into his arms or break down crying.

“Wh-when did you… how did you—“

“You’ve talked about all the changes you wanted to make since I met you. All I had to do was listen,” he says, gently holding your shoulder to pull you closer.

“This is insane, Toji. I mean it was only a week.”

“We’re lucky that Christmas lands on a Saturday this year,” he shrugs. You look up at him in awe and let out a breathy laugh.

“I still can’t believe it.”

“You wanted this, right? There’s still some things they said need to be cleaned up but it’s safe for you to be here. Do you want to change anything?”

“No! No, this is perfect. I mean, I can’t believe that you did all this for me. I was fully expecting to hold out for a couple more years to save up or try to find a new store. This is… Thank you, Toji.”

You stand on your tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes flutter close and his arm tightens around your body. You pull away and his eyes are still closed, his lashes fan over his cheeks and you hold his face in your hands. “I love you. This is the best Christmas I have ever had. Not just because of the bakery but because I have you and Megumi and everybody else to share it with.” Tears prick your eyes again and Toji finally opens his eyes again.

“Can I make it better?” He asks in a low voice, cautiously. A bewildered expression sweeps over your face. How could he possibly top a renovated shop? You give a slow nod since he looks nervous and he kisses the round of your nose, laces his fingers in your hand, then kisses the pads of your fingertips. You giggle in response, still unsure on what “better” could be until he puts his other hand in his pocket and slips out a golden ring. Your eyes bounce back and forth from the ring to Toji’s face, blood rushing in your ears and your heart pounding.

“I would do anything for you,” he starts, holding the ring up between the both of you. “I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that.”

You begin to cry. It was long overdue. You’ve been holding your tears back since you walked in but they could no longer be kept at bay. Toji gathers a heavy drop on your lash line and cups your face. “You don’t have to prove anything,” you choke out. “I want you with me. Forever.”

“Forever?” He smiles. You nod vigorously, whispering yes a thousand times over, and he slips the ring on your finger. The blood red jewel glistens in the new bright lights and more sobs escape your mouth. You smash your lips on his again, throwing yourself on his body and he welcomed it. He grins into your kiss and returns your enthusiasm, lifting you off of the floor as you get lost in each other’s affection.

“I’ve been wanting to marry you for a while now,” Toji says when he finally puts you back on the ground. Your head spins with giddiness. He kisses you again, and again, and one more time for good luck only for you to drag him back down to deepen it.

“I would’ve said yes,” you laugh. “Definitely would’ve said yes.”

“Megumi was right,” Toji shakes his head.

“I can’t believe we’re going to get married. I’m going to be your wife !” You squeal and shake your hand in the air.

Toji couldn’t believe there was ever a doubt in his mind that you would say no. You have always been open and honest with him, and accepted him and everything that he was. It was hard to believe that you came to love him and Megumi as easily as you did. There were only a few vibrant moments before he met you, and there is a clear difference in his time line where you existed versus when you didn’t. He wanted to hold onto that vibrance, that warmth that you brought with you everywhere you went and never let go. He kissed you again, slowly and deep, relishing the feeling of your lips, your body touching his and then rested his forehead on yours.

“I love you.”

“I’m going to cry again.”

“My little crybaby.”

“Is my husband making fun of me?” You gasp dramatically, but your arms wrap around the back of his neck and you giggle into his neck.

“Your husband still has to finish the tour. The kitchen is updated too. No more dented ovens.”

You grasp Toji’s hand with your newly decorated hand into the back of the bakery laughing.

<<<Chapter One

<<<Chapter Two

<<<Chapter Three

<<<Chapter Four

<<<Chapter Five

<<<Chapter Six

<<<Chapter Seven

<<<Chapter Eight

<<<Chapter Nine

Chapter Eleven>>>

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