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l0v3tast3 · 11 months

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I LOVED THE PERVY NEIGHBOR!TOJI HEADCANON OMG 🥵 Thoughts on him bringing his good friend Nanami Kento over to “meet” reader? 🤔

oh my god. oh my god this literally made my thoughts stop working for several seconds your brain is a blessing (; ω ; ) also thank u sm ily anon uwu

✎ tags: mdni!, smut, pervy neighbor!toji x female reader x pervy friend!nanami, dubious consent, age gap (reader is college age, toji is late-30's, nanami is early 30's), pet names, spitroasting, toji's a little meaner in this one, size kink

✎ word count: 2.2k (not proofread oopsies)

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♡ toji fushiguro is a territorial man at heart. he doesn't have much to his name, but what he does have he holds onto with a tight grip. you included. but when his "good friend" nanami kento asked what had caused toji to be in such a good mood lately, he couldn't help but start bragging about his new girl.

♡ nanami liked to act like he was better than him and all the rest, but toji saw how he shifted in his seat, he saw his pants tighten. it inspired a wonderful idea in the black-haired man.

♡ he brings it up while he's fucking you from behind, slow and deep with a hand around your throat to hold you tight against his chest. "got a friend i want ya to meet, baby. wanna show him how much of a good girl you are for me, what d'ya think? no, wouldn't let him fuck you, princess. maybe your mouth. this pussy's mine though, don't fuckin' forget." of course you could never forget, not with how he was pulling out until just his tip was left inside you and then slamming back in.

♡ needless to say, you end up agreeing to it. how could you not when he whispers such nice things? "just wanna show ya off, you're so good for me. my friend just wants to see how pretty you are, princess, just wants to appreciate you like i do." you're right on the edge, so close to cumming, but he slows down his thrusts instead, the arm wrapped around your waist tightening to stop you from squirming.

♡ "won't let him touch ya if you don't want him to. you'll let me fuck you in front of him though, right baby?" you give him a meek "m'kay, toji," finally, and his smile stretches so wide as he starts fucking you faster again. you trust him, you know in your sweet little heart that he wouldn't ever let anyone hurt you, much less touch you. toji fucks you for hours after that, rewarding you with his cum over and over as he tells you how much of a good girl you are for him.

♡ you almost forget about the whole thing after that, thinking it was just another one of toji's lewd fantasies that he confesses when he fucks you (there are quite a lot, he just keeps coming up with more). until the next time your mom goes on a work trip.

♡ there's a knock at the door later into the evening while he's pressing your back into an arch on the living room couch, fucking into you harshly and leaving red handprints on your ass (he had seemed hellbent on marking you the last few days; more hickies and bruises shaped like his fingers and bitemarks than any amount of concealer could ever cover). you don't even hear it but he's pulling away from you, petting your hair and saying he'll be right back while he pulls on his sweatpants. even though you're confused, your fuzzy brain just takes the opportunity to breathe evenly for a few moments.

♡ "-got started without ya, couldn't help it. see? she's just so cute," toji says as he walks back in. behind him is a handsome blonde man in a suit, younger than toji but still plenty older than you. he looks at you with what looks like indifference, staring down at you through his glasses.

♡ toji notices your apprehension and comes back to the couch, sitting beside you and picking you up to set you on his lap, your back pressed to his chest so you faced the man still watching you. calloused hands work over your body to relax you, one finding it's way to start circling your clit. "you remember when i told you about my friend, right princess? this is nanami, my friend. told him all about how sweet my baby is and he wanted to see for himself. gonna help me show him, okay? yeah? aww, that's my girl."

♡ he tells nanami to take a seat and he does, sitting down in one of the chairs across the room. toji's already pushing his sweatpants down again, lining you up to sink you back onto his still-wet cock. you're whimpering and gasping quietly, trying to cover your breasts in embarrassment; you could hardly handle toji's teasing, and now there was a very quiet man watching toji use you like a toy.

♡ "don't do that now, c'mon, you're missin' the whole point! is my dick dumbing ya down again? show him how good ya look riding me, you can do it pretty girl." he holds your hands together against your stomach, helping your hips move up and down with his other hand. you can't help but let out your moans as he fills you up again and again. you can't see it, but he stares at nanami over your shoulder with hooded eyes and a grin that speaks loud enough for his arrogance. he can see the blonde man shifting in his seat again, he can see the bulge growing in his pants and how his hands grip the armrests of his chair. nanami wants you, wants to have you like toji is having you. but he can't, and toji thinks it really doesn't get better than this.

♡ "isn't she gorgeous, nanami?" the man responds with a nod and toji scoffs. "then say it, jackass," he spits, suddenly glaring at the younger man until he spoke. "she is beautiful," nanami says. his voice is deep and he talks slowly, carefully. toji laughs and sighs out a moan when he feels your cunt tighten around him even more. "she fuckin' liked that!"

♡ you start melting back into him, grabbing hold of his arm instead of weakly trying to break out of his grasp. he smiled into your shoulder, continuing to make nanami compliment you. "yeah, she's so sweet once i get my dick inside her. isn't she a sweetheart, nanami? heh, it's a damn miracle i can even fit my cock in this tiny pussy. and don't get me fuckin' started on her mouth. she's got the prettiest little mouth, doesn't she? see, even my fingers look huge in her mouth- no, keep fuckin' riding me, c'mon, you can do it yourself. you like her mouth, nanami? ya wanna fuck it? what'd'ya think, baby, you gonna suck his dick?"

♡ you were a complete mess on toji's lap. any brainpower you had left was going into shakily riding him and sucking on the two fingers he'd shoved in your mouth. you could barely even process toji talking about you like you weren't even there, but the question he urged in your ear didn't go unnoticed. part of you says you shouldn't, that he's not toji, but the other part needed to keep hearing toji call you a good girl. and nanami had been "nice", so far.

♡ so you squeak a little "mhm" around toji's fingers and he laughs, squeezing his arm a little tighter around you and giving you a quick bite on your neck in one of the few spots left unmarked, hushing you when you whine. before you can register it, he moves you forward onto your hands and knees on the couch, pulling your head back by your hair.

♡ "ya wanna fuck her mouth, right, nanami? she wants you to. c'mon princess, help me convince him. show him how nice ya beg." you take a second too long to start talking and he brings his hand down on your ass again, fucking into you harshly. "i said beg him."

♡ "ah-a! ple- please nanami, can i suck your dick? please- nngh!" toji spanks you again and chastises you, saying he's heard you do better than that, but nanami is already walking over and unbuckling his belt. he kneels with one leg on the couch so that his bulge is right in front of you, and you reach out to grab onto his pants for support as toji continues to fuck you.

♡ nanami's hand replaces toji's in your hair and the man behind you uses the new freedom to dig his hands into your hips. the man in front of you tells you to open your mouth, and when you do he slides his thumb in and presses down on your tongue, letting out a deep breath when you suck on it. he trades his thumb with his dick, his hand going down to wrap around you throat. nanami wasn't as big as toji, nearly as long but not as thick. you could still tell it would be difficult as he pressed his tip against your swollen lips.

♡ toji stops pistoning in and out of you for a few moments while you start suckling on the head of nanami's cock, the man's slender hands urging you down further slowly. "don't ya remember all that training we've been doin' on your throat, baby? yeah ya do, good girl."

♡ he picks back up suddenly, fucking you even harder now, enough to push your body forward and nanami's cock further into your mouth. he's curling over you, his grip on your throat and hair tightening a little when he feels you moaning around him. you're trying your best not to gag while toji continues to push you more and more, eyes rolling back because you're just so full and they're everywhere and it's all you can feel and see.

♡ "shit-" nanami swears under his breath, as if he's still trying not to lose his formality. toji laughs, both at him and you. he's relishing in how tight you get whenever you choke on nanami's cock, and finally getting to see the blonde man lose his composure. the power trip was like no other; toji didn't even mind sharing you if it meant he got to witness this.

♡ "tell her how good she's doin' nanami, don't be fuckin' rude now." nanami shoots a glare at toji before focusing back on you, the hand in your hair starting to run it's fingers through the strands comfortingly.

♡ "you're doing so- fuck, so good, little girl. hah, your mouth is so soft around me, you're taking us both so well- fuck!" he throws his head back when you moan against him again and start sucking harder, drooling as nanami's voice pushed you so close to cumming.

♡ toji was hammering into you now, pressing his hand down on your back again, forcing it into as much of an arch he could so he could batter your walls at a better angle. "aw, are you gonna cum, princess? be good and make nanami cum first, he's our guest, right?" with that, toji started slowing down, bringing his hand down again on your cherry-red ass when you whine and mewl in protest.

♡ you take nanami's dick until tears prick your ears, so desperate to make him cum so that toji would finally fuck you again. it was all you could think about, just pleasing toji and his friend. besides, nanami was being so sweet, petting your hair and helping you bob your head up and down by your neck. he never pressed hard enough to hurt you (he was afraid toji would hurt him), and his words were all so nice.

♡ "i'm gonna- fuck!" was all the warning you got before his cum was pouring down your throat, your grip on his pants tightening as you swallowed it all, just like toji had taught you. he stayed hunched over you, struggling not to tighten the grip of his hands too much as he came, his hips twitching the longer he remained with you like that. once he started relaxing, toji practically tore you off of him and pushed the younger man away.

♡ while nanami was still reeling, toji muttered a quick "now get the fuck out," before he turned his attention entirely back to you, sitting upright with your back against his chest once again. he kept you still as you tried to catch your breath, his cock bottomed out in you while he smoothed his rough hands over your body and praised you.

♡ "how did i find such a good girl like you, hm? ya did so good, looked so pretty chokin' on his cock. not nearly as much as when ya do on mine, though. you still like my dick better, right baby? yeah, heh, of course ya do, cause you were made for me, pretty girl. now, you want me to make ya cum still, don't ya?"

♡ he spares a quick glance at the door as it shuts behind nanami, smiling wide as he basks in the newfound power he holds over the man. he let him have a taste of you, but only that, and now he'll get to see that jealousy in the younger man's eyes every time he mentions you.

♡ meanwhile, you're grinding down on toji, all thoughts zeroing back in on the giant trapping you against him. you didn't care that he had just used you basically to make a point to his "friend", you didn't even really realize it yet, not with all the honeyed words that toji filled your head with. all you care about is how good the pressure of his dick pressed against your cervix felt. all you care about is being good so he'll make you cum again.

♡ "alright, sweet girl, don't worry, i'll make ya cum lots tonight," he whispers when you start whining his name. "make ya forget ya ever even met him. make sure ya remember that you're mine still."

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kesshavx · 1 month

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Resilience

Hey everyone!

I wanted to jot down a quick note regarding Nanami and his portrayal in this story. While I've taken inspiration from the character you know and love, I understand that my interpretation may not be entirely accurate to the original series.I've endeavored to capture Nanami's essence and bring him to life in my own writing, but please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and my own creative interpretation. I apologize if there are any deviations from his established traits or if certain aspects don't align perfectly with your expectations.That being said, I hope you can still enjoy the story and the interactions involving Nanami. I've aimed to create a compelling narrative that showcases his strengths, complexities, and the impact he has on the other characters.Thank you for your understanding and for giving this story a chance. I appreciate your support and hope you find plenty of enjoyment

Pairings➪Nanami kento x female reader

The mission had been grueling, a battle against a formidable curse. As a second-year special grade sorcerer, you shouldered the weight of immense responsibility. However, despite your power, the curse had managed to evade capture, leaving you injured and consumed by guilt.

Days turned into weeks, and the wound on your waist festered beneath the surface. You carried on, wearing a façade of strength, but inside, the turmoil was relentless. No one suspected the storm raging within you as you navigated through your daily routine, feeling the weight of your perceived failure.

The arrival of the Kyoto students brought a festive atmosphere to Jujutsu High. Amidst the excitement, a grand party was organized to celebrate the goodwill event. Laughter and joy permeated the air, but your heart remained heavy with self-doubt and remorse.

In the midst of the revelry, Mai, caught up in the festivities, accidentally struck your injured area. A surge of agony coursed through your body, and you winced, desperately trying to conceal your distress. Unable to bear the pain any longer, you excused yourself quietly, retreating to a quiet place away from prying eyes.

As you found solace in the solitude, your pain overwhelmed you. The weight of guilt and self-condemnation bore down upon your shoulders, and the walls you had built around your emotions crumbled. Collapsing to the ground, you curled up, tears streaming down your face as your body trembled with anguish.

Unbeknownst to you, Nanami Kento, ever perceptive, had noticed your departure from the festivities. His concern grew with each passing moment, and he followed your trail, determined to find you. And find you he did, your body wracked with sobs, crumpled on the floor.

"Nanami-sensei," you choked out, your voice filled with pain and self-blame, "I'm... I'm a special grade. I let that curse get away. I failed... I failed everyone."

Nanami's gaze hardened, disappointment etched into his features. He knelt beside you, his voice firm yet laced with concern. "You are a special grade, yes, but that doesn't make you invincible. Failure is a part of our journey, and it's how we respond to it that defines us."

His words carried a touch of sternness, emphasizing the gravity of your mistakes. Yet, as you glanced up at him through tear-blurred vision, you noticed a glimmer of compassion in his eyes. It was a silent promise that he wouldn't abandon you in your darkest moments.

"But remember," Nanami continued, his voice softening, "failure doesn't diminish your worth or your potential. It's an opportunity for growth, to learn from your mistakes and become better. You are not alone in this. We're here to support you, to help you rise above your setbacks."

With those words, Nanami gently cradled you in his arms, drawing you close to his chest. The pain in your body still lingered, but his presence offered solace and comfort. He held you tightly, his touch reassuring as he whispered words of encouragement, reminding you that you were not defined by your failures.

In that quiet moment, feeling the warmth of Nanami's embrace, you began to find solace amidst the turmoil. His scolding had ignited a spark of determination within you, but it was his kindness and understanding that mended the shattered pieces of your spirit.

Time seemed to stand still as Nanami held you, supporting you through your pain. He provided a safe haven where vulnerability was embraced, and you felt a glimmer of hope rekindling within your heart. With his unwavering support, you knew you could find the strength to face the challenges ahead.

As you lay cradled in Nanami's arms, the pain gradually ebbed away, replaced by a sense of comfort and acceptance. Your tears subsided, and a newfound resolve took root within you. You knew the road to redemption would not be easy, but with Nanami by your side, you felt ready to face it together.

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missfunkyhotmess · 1 year

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A good slave

Nanami Kento x female reader

Tags: SMUT, oneshot, professor au, sub!reader, dom!nanami, subdom dynamic, unprotected sex, dry humping, rough sex, sight use of degrading terms, power dynamic, vaginal sex, u protected penetration.

Word count: 2821

Minors DO NOT interact

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Even though you are well aware of the fact that you shouldn't be doing what you're doing at the moment to get his attention, but you couldn't find any better way than this.

You know very well that if you kept failing your tests on purpose, it'll only make him more angry than actually giving you attention. But you longed for his attention so much that you were willing to go this far. You didn't care about the other subjects as you were doing pretty well in those, but when it came to his subject, you were purposefully failing all of them.

Of course because of the needy little attention whore you are, you'd love the slightest or the faintest amount of attention he'd give you when he scolds you in his raspy taming voice in front of the whole class. Even though you're supposed to be feeling embarrassed, you couldn't ignore the burning sensation building up in between your thighs.

You fantasised about getting even just a little of his attention directed only towards you. Since he's your professor of course he needs to give every student equal attention. But you craved for more.

And what did you do for that, fail all his tests on purpose. Nanami was definitely quick enough to catch onto this absurd scheme of yours. That's primarily what you awaited for. He calls you to his office only to give you a bit of attention and send you back on your merry way.

But when you got to his office, this wasn't what was going on and you could tell he wasn't just gonna warn you a bit and send you back, rather there was more to it. And the pent up tension in the air around this gated office room, made you sure of that.

Shoes clicking against the tiled floor after you hear the faintest click of his door, as he makes his way towards you, sitting on the chair facing his wooden desk. He plops down on the leather chair with a sigh slipping past his lips as he brings his chair closer to the table.

Plopping his elbows on the table resting his chin on the back of his palms, he stares directly at you, taking you by surprise even though you were aware of it. He takes a solid few seconds to stare at your startled face before speaking in his usual husky tone of a voice.

"Now tell me what's going on here?"

"About.....what?"

The daggers he throws at you made you realise you fucked up. You knew your professor, Nanami, wasn't the type to take bullshit of attitudes as your reply to him but you still went and did exactly that.

Yes you wanted his full attention, his cock in your pussy, his marks all over your body, but that didn't include making him angry on purpose even though a part you you eagerly wanted to know how that side of him would be.

Taking out your test papers from a drawer on his desk he throws them on to the table for you to see. And you gaze towards it in fear of how to response. Is there even anything left for you to response about at this point?

Both of you are aware of the things he's insinuating towards so without tensing up the situation more than it already is you decide to be frank with your professor.

"S- sorry sir. This won't hap-"

"You're failing them on purpose, aren't you?"

His words hit hard like a knife being dug into your skin. You knew he'd figure out sooner or later, then why are you surprised. Is it because he's actually playing your cards against you?

"No, sir, I- I would not do such things."

"Then tell me, why is it that all your other subjects have flying colours but you're failing only my subject?"

"I- I was uh was um-"

"You know very well there's no point in trying don't you? Just be frank with me."

You didn't dare tell your professor that you're failing them just to get even a dint of his attention. But now there's nothing you can do. You're trapped in here until you tell him exactly what he wants to hear, the truth, or you might never even get to see his face in class.

"Y- yes sir, I failed them on pu- purpose."

"Now, why is that? Even though I might have my own assumptions about it, I want to know what's your reasoning behind it is."

"I- I.....it was a dare, sir."

"Lies." He chuckles. "There's no point in lying cause you know both of us already know the answer. So just tell me the truth."

Heart hammering against your chest as you try to calm the unbearable feeling inside your chest and between your thighs just to be able to reply to him. How pathetic of you to get aroused just by him being a little rough towards you.

Yes you've fantasised about being alone with him, touched yourself thinking about him, even today when he summoned you to this office, a part of you got overwhelmed with emotions knowing you'd get to have his attention all directed towards you only.

But you weren't prepare for him to know exactly the cards you were dealing and using them against you. And you know there's no point in lying, so you just spill the beans.

"Fo- for attention, sir."

"Who's attention?"

"Y- your sir."

Eyes flickering back to your thighs as you try hard no to make eye contact with him. But the stares he's throwing at you makes it impossible for you to do practically anything.

"No one taught you to look at your seniors while speaking?"

You shake your heads left and right as a negative que and slowly turn to face him. Cheeks heated with red dust flushed across as his stares bore deep inside you.

"I- I'm sorry sir. I'll make sure not to fail them again."

"Are you though? Your actions speak otherwise."

Gripping tightly on your skirt as you watch him intently, leaning back against the chair tugging his tie loose from all the exhaustion while he continues to stare at you. Gulping in the desires you immediately shift your gaze from him only to have him raise his voice to tell you to face him.

"If you're so sorry then, show it to me."

"Sorry?"

You ask not having the slightest idea of what he's insinuating while he unbuttons his shirt and spreading his legs as a que for you to understand. And thats when it hits you. You stare at him flushed red.

Of course you fantasised about him throwing you on his wooden desk slamming his fat cock into your tight little pussy while pining you against the desk railing you like a complete beast. Yes you touched yourself thinking about all these things but now that it's actually happening, you're at a loss of words and your body at a complete freeze.

"Come here."

He taps on his thighs, indicating you to follow through as you get up and make your way towards him, stopping in between his thighs. His hands smooth across your bare thighs below your skirt level, softly tracing it to your inner thighs, making you flinch.

"This is what you want, don't you?" He asks palming at his dick in the confines of his pants when you look down at his crotch only to gulp in fear and excitement. Thinking about what he looks like down there, what his size and shape is down there you stare in awe and completely zoned out when his chuckle brings you back to sense.

"So desperate. Are you getting wet just from looking at my dick?"

He states, bringing his hand to your inner thighs while tracing its way slowly towards your clothed sex. A whimper leaves you mouth when he rubs against your clothed clit that was starting to get filthy wet by every stroke of his finger against it.

Your eyes screw shut to the sensation down below as your thighs try to shut close trembling a little but he makes sure to spread you legs apart whilst rubbing against your greedy cunt.

"Here. Sit here."

He taps on his thigh as you slowly bring yourself on his thigh sitting down when a shock of pleasure makes you shiver a little the second you clit comes in contact with his thigh. Nanami picks it up as he grabs on your ass and rolls your hips on his thigh earning a moan from you.

"Hump on me. If you manage not to cum until I tell you to, maybe I'll consider rewarding you."

Eyes glossy radiating lust as you nod your head uncontrollably to his words and start dry humping yourself against his muscular thighs. His hands rest on the arm rest as he relaxes himself and looks at you desperately humping on his thigh wanting to feel the pleasure and cum soon, but holding back for his reward.

"Look at you humping like a bitch in heat. You want my cock that bad?"

"Y- yes, sir, please."

"Then you gotta work for it. Go on."

The eagerness and desperation piling up inside you as you start humping a little faster than before trying to feel the pleasure of at least being able to touch him. Hands on his shoulders as they grip tightly trying to latch onto something, anything as the pressure in your stomach keeps building up with every stroke.

His cologne bores into you as your head plops down on his shoulder even though you aren't sure if he'll like you being this comfortable and feeling pleasure at the same time. But miraculously enough he doesn't say anything.

But what's mesmerising is how his cock starts bulging in his pants slightly which you notice and subconsciously your hands make their way to his crotch but a slap on your wrist makes you back of when you realise this isn't your fantasy world.

Its real and actually happening.

"Dont get too greedy. Be happy I even gave you this much. Otherwise you won't get what your working so hard for."

"Y- yes sir."

Voice quivering as you feel your orgam rolling closer and closer but you hold yourself back with trembling legs and shivering body which he notices and to make it even worse he slowly traces his hands on your back beneath your top inside.

"Tell me. Did you touch yourself while thinking about me hm?"

"Yes s- sir."

"Such a filthy little creature you are. Having nasty thoughts and deeds over a professor."

The seriousness and dominance in his voice makes you feel tiny and helpless while you continue to hump on his thigh overstimulating yourself. Slight tears forming in your eyes as you sniffle a bit.

And not long after, your professor picks you up by the ass and slams you down on the table as your back hits hard on the wooden rough surface. Flipping you over, he puts your skirt over your hip as you hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

Soon you feel his complete hard cock rubbing against you ass. He grinds a few times against your ass before he slams his fact cock into your tight pussy burning the inside wholly. You feel as his cock stretch the inside of your pussy so much so that it becomes hard for you to support yourself.

His cock is so much better than what you originally fantasised about and his hip work is so much better than those in your mindless fantasies. Hip slamming roughly inside your tight cunny increasing both the pain and pleasure inside your aching walls.

Hand grabbing your neck, pinning you down onto the desk. Muffled cries, groans and chains of curses were all that were being heard in this confined place as your professor keeps fucking you over the edge. Body still sensitive from the edging as waves of pleasure rolls over your body with every single thrust.

"You know what we're doing is wrong, don't you? But you're still taking my cock in so eagerly." He scoffs while his rough hands grab tightly onto your loose hair forming a slight stinging sensation on your scalp pulling your head back but not all the way.

"I doubt you failed all of your test just for a cramp of my attention. Its my dick that you originally wanted didn't you?"

You try to form a full sentence but it was that much hard to do so as you feel his cock split you in half with every single time his crotch aligns with your hip. Every thrust from his cock in your pussy kept uncoiling the knot in your stomach bringing you closer to you oragsm.

And thats when you feel a strong tug on your hair pulling you all the way to his chest as he growls in your ear making your supporting knees give out but he holds you in place.

"Speak up. Didn't I ask you something?Tell me what is it that you actually wanted?"

"Y- your cock sir. Your fat cock in my throbbing pussy si- angh."

"Tch. What a dirty slut you are spreading you legs to your professor just like that."

Whimpers were all that made way past your pursed lips as you tried hard to hold you voice down. It is currently school time and the campus is swarmed with students and teacher but here you are, a dirty little attention whore, fucking your professor.

You felt the pressure in your stomach grow as the tip touches your cervix perfectly with every rough thrust being thrust inside your greedy cunny. And you clamping down on him made him realise so.

"Sir- pl- please, sir. I wanna cum. Can I cum?"

A strong sting forms on your ass cheek to your words as you realise thats him slapping hard against your soft butt cheeks. An angry growl from him made you scared to the bones thinking what might happen now when he speaks.

"Can you cum what?" It took you a minute to understand but you catch onto quick.

"Can I cum please, sir?"

"Now that's a good girl. Yes you can cum now."

Just by his words your pussy gushes out cumming all over his dick when he doesn't even stop to let you cum rather thrusts more into you but sloppily. That's when you realise he's close as you clamp down on him.

"You've been a good girl listening to everything I said. So here's your reward."

And you feel him release his thick hot milk inside your walls painting your inside white and he keeps thrusting until he's milked his cock dry of cum inside your unprotected pussy. The warm feeling of him shooting his cum inside your pussy fills you up as you both pant for air letting go of the exhaustion.

He pulls away and puts his pants back on as you do the same after having him help you down from the desk cause of how much your body was exhausted and how shaky your legs were. Tapping on your skirt once last time you turn to face him as he speaks.

"Dont fail your tests cause I won't take that bullshit anymore and will have authority change your professor instead if you do so."

You keep your eyes down to the ground both from respect and also the overwhelming feeling piling inside your stomach to the thought that you actually got to get your professor dick burried balls deep inside your pussy. You only nod in reply.

"And also focus on class, and if you have any questions, come see me at my office." Your gaze immediately shoots to meet his fierce eyes as you can see through his gaze exactly what he means when you again nod in reply.

And before you could walk away from the desk and out the door fixing your clothes properly, he walks up in front of you and stops you before leaning down onto your ears only to whisper.

"But after hours, of course."

And sends you on your merry way as you sink in the feeling and thoughts of what just happened now with a flustered smile plastered across your face.

But what you failed to notice was the smirk that creeped up on his face as well as he thought to himself about how he'd like to fuck you again another time. Cause he couldn't deny he loved the way your dirty pussy clenched around his fat cock without any hesitation, without any shame.

He just loved the shamelessness of your attitude when you let him do anything with you like his little slave. And he thought to himself once last thing.

You'd make a good slave.

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highpri3stess · 1 year

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He's Got Me Like Nobody - Nanami Kento x Reader

Pairing: sugar daddy! Nanami Kento x fem!reader

Summary: You swore that you would never lose yourself to a man who only knew how to hurt you like your mother. But when Nanami Kento came into your life, you realize easily you and your mother might not be so different after all.

Warning: non-curse au, HEAVY ANGST, dubcon, age gap relationships (nanami is in his 30's while reader is in their 20's), sugar daddy/baby relationship, toxic relationship, power imbalance, implied smut, fingering, angst to "comfort"

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word count: 3.8k

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RIGHT from your childhood, you were always, always careful with your whom you trusted your heart with, especially after your father had repeatedly left your mother a broken woman whenever he came back to her. You swore that you would never become what your mother was, that you would never lose yourself to a man who only knew how to hurt you.

But when Nanami Kento came into your life, you realize easily you and your mother might not be so different after all.

"Class dismissed."

You snapped out of your haze to return to the reality you found yourself in, annoyed at the fact that your brain refused to cooperate with you yet again, instead, finding pleasure in reminding you of your devastating separation from the only man you fell in love with when he made it painfully clear what the relationship was supposed to be. Picking up your bag from the backrest of the hardwood chair, you got up abruptly, stuffing your books and lecture materials into your bag before running out of the room to avoid the shy glances of a doe-eyed college boy trying to ask you out on a date and having to reject him altogether because you felt no one could make you feel the same way you felt with him.

It was too painful for you. It was painful because you were still grasping onto straws that didn't hold substance, hoping that he would change his mind, he would run after you and follow you until he won you over. It was naive- you were naive- to think that love conquers all and your endurance and labor of love will mean something to the blonde-haired man.

Nanami Kento has already known what love is like, the woman he loved is probably out there and you were just a hole for him to fulfill his needs and to help with his daydreams of her.

That was what he paid you for, isn't it?

Perhaps that was why he decided to break it off as soon as he noticed how clingy and desperate you were for his affection. He was kind to start by saying he wasn't interested anymore, but that died as soon as you started weeping, begging him not to let you go and spewing out a love confession that would haunt you for the rest of your life. The look of annoyance that crossed his face before he calmly told you to stop this nonsense and grow up, etched into your mind like a cave wall painting.

Did you really expect a happily ever after as his cute trophy wife? How disappointing.

You truly knew it was over as soon as you saw him with another woman at your new place of work, smiling and having a good time in the restaurant. Fate was even crueler as you were their waiter, taking their orders and acting as professionally as you could. You were immature, not petty and you didn't want to risk your job. Besides, he acted like he didn't know you, so why embarrass him in the first place?

You shook your head out of the depressing clouds as soon as you stepped outside, taking out your portable umbrella as you braced the storm happening in front of you. You had a part-time job to get to with no excuses for being even a minute late. This is your life now, not with Mr. Nanami helping you out, but with you working out your money using your own hands.

Finally getting into a bus, you decided to prepare your mind for work and plug in your earbuds as you watched the cars and buses go by on the road. It was pretty, you've always thought it was pretty as a kid how the lights blended in the evening time and you adored the way it kept your attention when you traveled or ran around.

Life's been tragic, but at least you still had this all to yourself.

By the time the bus got to your stop, the rain had subsided a bit and you quickly ran into the back of the restaurant a few blocks away to avoid the impending heavy downpour that was coming your way again. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as soon as you entered the building and heard the heavy rain continue, only getting worse as you got dressed in your uniform again.

"YOUR services requested at a table in the VIP section." your manager told you quietly, placing three menu cards on your hand and giving you a slight push forward. "Be extra cautious, these men are very important people and we don't want anything to get them annoyed."

"Got it." You said with a smile on your face, adjusting your posture and walking up to the stairs leading to the VIP section, giddy because it meant you were probably going to get a good tip or a good experience if they liked you well enough. Last time, you met an elderly couple who were on their 50th anniversary here and talked with them about how you admired their love, genuinely happy that they have had each other for so long. This time, you hoped that they were at least calm and gracious enough to hold a decent conversation with you.

Your happiness died as soon as you saw a familiar blonde-haired man sitting across the table booth, brown eyes glued onto the phone with his usual frown etched onto his features. Your heart sank further as soon as you saw with him were his friends, a white-haired man grinning widely at the dark-haired man as they both shared a joke about how stuffy Nanami was on their "dinner date" that he organized.

"We're merely having a get together that the two of you forced me to have," You could hear the spite in his smooth, deep voice as he snapped his attention from his phone to the two other men. "not a date. Refrain from calling it that." he snapped before asking where the waiter was.

With dread weighing down further on your bones, you took a shaky step forward with a false smile on your face before saying "Good evening sirs, welcome to (name of the restaurant), here are the available options we have for tonight." in one breath while handing out the cards nervously. Your heart dropped as soon as you saw Kento look at you as if he did not know you in the first place, but you told yourself that you would respect both him and you out here in public by grinning and bearing the look of indifference.

The other two men though stared at you with a look of recognition but decided to put it off as they took the menu off your hands and began to look at it like giddy little children.

"Hmm, the squid soup option looks rather good." You heard the white-haired man, Gojo Satoru, utter softly to himself, quite skeptical of what he wanted. You took it as an opportunity to nudge him into a direction so that he doesn't become indecisive and make it more difficult for you.

"I heard from other patreons that the squid soup is absolutely delig-"

"Be quiet."

You froze up, not understanding what you had just heard Nanami say until he continued talking to you, letting it sink in.

"You talk too much for a waiter, be quiet and wait for him to order." He spoke in a calm yet full of disdain for you. "You do not dictate what someone wants, do you understand?"

You felt like a little child that was being scolded by your father, and uncomfortable wasn't even beginning to describe how you felt as the pitying eyes of Gojo and Getou fixated on your statue.

"Yes sir." You replied quietly, bowing your head in shame, trying to hide the tears prickling your eyes. "I am so sorry," you added, nervousness overtaking your body as he still stared at you as if your presence had flipped a switch inside him.

"You know what, call your manager." He demanded now, despite Gojo's alarmed response, telling him to calm down at least.

"What?" You blurted out carelessly, eyes widened in shock. "Wait, I didn't do anything wrong-"

"What is going on here (name)." your manager called out, rushing to the scene. They had come to check on your progress only to see you in trouble already with one of them. "Sir, what happened?" They faced an annoyed Nanami.

"Is this the type of staff you employ in my restaurant?" he began as soon as he faced the manager, hands folded across his chest. "Rude people, who interrupt a customer?"

You felt your heart drop to your stomach as soon as you heard those words and you knew what was coming next. In between the few exchanges between Nanami and your manager, you didn't bother to waste any time waiting until he fired you himself, you weren't going to give him another win by letting him chase you away again. Instead, you decided to pull off your apron and drop it on the table, getting everyone's attention directed at your actions.

"I can't keep doing this to myself anymore." You muttered to his hearing, your teary eyes glancing back at him before turning on your heels and running off after bursting into tears, covering your mouth to hide your throaty sobs. Ignoring your coworkers asking you what was wrong as you stormed into the dressing room to take back your regular clothes and neatly fold the uniform you donned previously. You pretended not to hear your manager trying to call you back and talk to you as you sprinted headfirst in the rain, not caring if your books got wet.

Your wails were loud and pitchy, drowned under the heavy rainstorm as you ran, not able to contain your pain anymore. Why, why was everything going so wrong for you with this man? Why did everything just end up wrong for you whenever he was involved?

Why did life have to make you suffer over and over again?

You were too deep in grief, you didn't even realize that you were now in the middle of the street until you heard a car horn and it was too late for you to move out of the way.

THE last thing you could remember was being barely conscious as you were being wheeled into an ambulance, the concerned face of a worried-looking woman who almost ran you over sitting beside you in the ambulance while they treated you for shock. From what you could hear in your hazy state, Ms. Ieiri was a doctor, that was why they were quick in arriving at the scene. You may not have gotten hit, but you had passed out and taken a hit on the tar road badly, so she was worried you might have gotten a concussion.

At least you figured that's why you were here.

Your eyes had adjusted to the light finally, darting around to see that you were in a hospital bed and a private ward. Panic began to set in as soon as you realized all the medical bills that would pile up if you stayed here. That alone made you stand up from the bed in fear and run towards the door but before you could open it, Dr. Ieiri had beat you to it, a look of relief crossing over her face as soon as she saw you awake and standing on your feet. Behind her, the familiar blonde-haired man who had caused you nothing but pain towered over her, and you swore that a look of relief crossed his face as soon as he set his eyes on your figure.

"I need to leave." You whimpered softly, resisting the urge to push through them and take to your heels as you initially planned. "I can't stay here, I can't pay the bills-"

"Don't worry." Dr. Ieri cut you short. "You're free to go now that you're awake. Luckily you didn't hit your head that hard to have a concussion, but there's swelling and you need pain medications-"

"I'll put some ice on it, I'll be fine," you said quickly, now pacing around the room to find your book bag so that you could leave. "I don't want any more extra bills that I can't pay for and my students' insurance only covers accidents with serious injur-"

"I've covered your bills."

You froze in your spot, his calm voice wafting through your ears and stirring up hot white fury in your heart waiting to burst out from your chest.

"You didn't need to." You said angrily, not being able to bury your anger anymore. "Where's my bookbag?" your voice was trembling as you said each word while scrambling aimlessly for your bag.

"It's in my car. We're going to stay at my house this night, it's too late to start driving back to your university, and a young woman like you shouldn't be out this-"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" You screamed in anger, not being able to take it anymore. Why the pretense? "I DON'T WANT YOU NEAR ME! GET OUT!"

"(name) don't start this her-" he began, trying to get closer to you only for you to throw a pillow at his face hard.

"Get out! Get out of my life! Stay away from me and take your filthy money with you!" You yelled, now alerting hospital staff who thought you had lost your mind. "Go away and leave me alone! Isn't that what you're good at? Just leave me alone and stop making my life miserable!"

Ieri rose her hand to stop the staff from holding you down and let Kento take care of it instead. He braced your punches and slaps until he held your hands above your head and waited for you patiently to calm down.

Everything seemed not to ever work in your favor, because in the end after your curses and insults, it was either you went with him or you end up in a psych ward for your unusual behavior.

THE city looked breath-taking from the view of the master bedroom of his penthouse -one of the many he owned around the entirety of the country- your eyes never leaving the window as you avoided eye contact with Kento who lay upright on the opposite side of the bed typing away on his laptop. After trying to talk to you and being met with only stone-cold silence, he had given up, deciding to just drop the things you might need for the night on the bed then leave you alone.

"How much was my hospital bill?"

His jaw clenched tightly at your question; why were you always so damn persistent when it came to him? Why couldn't you just be like other people who accepted his kindness and left him alone?

"Don't think about it." He finally answered you exasperatedly, not tearing his eyes from the laptop. "Just go to bed, you have school tomorrow," he added with a hint of concern in his voice. You ignored his gentle tone, discarding every idea of him caring for you deep down.

"I'll pay you back," You insisted, now turning to face him, adjusting his button-up nightshirt that you wore so that you won't expose much to him. "just tell me-"

"Why are you so persistent?" He hissed in annoyance, putting his computer aside to face you. He paused in his tracks as soon as he noticed you flinching away from him, and took a deep breath. "Just leave it alone, (name)," He concluded, lying on his side and getting ready to sleep. "I'm tired, we can argue-"

"You're tired huh?" You scoffed, now getting up from the bed. "You think you're the only one that's tired?" you continued, pacing around the room until you reached his dresser mirror. "Do you know how much you've put me through? Do you think I like being persistent? That I enjoy grasping straws like hoping you wouldn't hurt me or break my heart as you did?" Your voice shook as you stared at your tired features in the mirror. "Kicking me out because you felt I was getting too clingy? That me doting on you was so pathetic to the point you couldn't stand it? Or you felt my hole wasn't tight enough for you anymore?"

You instantly regretted the words that came out of your mouth as soon as you saw him throw the covers off himself and storm towards you within seconds, eyes blazing in fury. You gasped as soon as you felt his thick hand grasp your chin firmly to look at his unreadable facial expression that only seemed to scare you even more.

"We agreed that if any one of us began to have feelings for each other, I have the right to terminate the contract." He reminded you, his hot breath fanning your terrified face. "You knew what you were getting yourself into and you still agreed." His voice got colder as he held your chin. "Why am I being blamed for your oversight? Do you think I would be stupid enough not to see that you were already hung up on me? I was trying to do what's good for you and me!"

You flinched at his angry tone, eyes closing in pain as he continued using his harshest voice on you. You were done with all this drama happening in your life, you just wanted to leave this place and head back to your comfortable one room apartment.

"I hate you!" You whispered out, now wishing you could hide away your face as tears rolled down your cheeks. "Why couldn't you just leave me alone? Why didn't you just let me move on with my life?" You broke down, body shaking with sobs. "Today at least, why couldn't you just let me be? I was moving on, I was doing my job and yet you still saw it as a way to demean me like when we were together?" You cried out and he let go of you, leaving you to fall on your knees and hug yourself tightly. "I get it, I'm nothing but a stupid broke young woman to you, what do I know anyways?" You gave a broken laugh in between sobs. "But that's not an excuse for the way you consistently treat me poorly."

The room was quiet after you uttered those words, save for your sobbing and his heavy breathing bouncing off the walls until your sobs quietened and he calmed his breathing down. Without another word, you got up from your kneeling position and walked into his personal bathroom, washed your worn out face and walked out of the master's bedroom to his living room and sat on the loveseat, hugging your knees to your chest in silence.

You weren't in the mood to sleep in his house, let alone sleep near him and you didn't want to bother anyone you knew to come by midnight, to pick you up, neither were you ready to answer the questions that would arise from you coming out of this fancy house.

You decided to wait for six am to come while you sat in the darkness. You didn't want to talk or think anymore, you had done enough of that for the past months now.

You just wanted to enjoy the darkness on your own.

"Why are you still down here? You need to sleep."

You kept silent as you felt the other side of the chair dip down beside you, the moonlight being the only source of illumination in the room. You didn't bother to reply him, hoping he'll get tired of waiting for you to answer him and leave.

You didn't expect him to continue speaking to you until he cleared his throat and shifted himself closer to your body. "Okay, you're right, I didn't treat you with respect when we were together and even now, I'm very sorry for that." he began apologizing, his eyes glued to you as he spoke. "I could have handled my emotions better than what I did and I should have talked to you about it instead of cutting you out like that."

You didn't reply to him, only paying attention to your fingers despite your heart palpitating, almost as if it wants to burst out of your chest if you weren't careful enough.

"(name), let's go to bed now, it's late," he called out softly, his large veiny hand slowly resting on your exposed thigh, earning a soft gasp from your lips as his thumb circled softly over your flesh delicately. You hated how your brain turned into mush whenever his soft, well-manicured hands rubbed your thigh gently. He knew he still had the power to use his touch to send you into overdrive, and push you into melting in his arms, willing to do anything for him.

And unknowing to you, the feeling of your skin underneath his thumb always made him weak in the knees, wanting nothing but to hold you against his chest and make you stay with him forever. Perhaps that was why he kept on pushing you away harshly to the point he hurt you, his greatest regret.

Ironically, it was him who was childish and ignorant. When you decided to move on with your life, it was him who kept tabs on you and pushing you to fight for him because he was a coward, he wanted you to think he was coming back to you out of pity, not because he's obssessed with you.

And he still is a coward, using dirty tactics like rubbing your thighs to get closer to you until he was hovering onto your side in the vulnerable state you were in and pressing his thumb against your lip to part it slightly open for him before pressing his against yours, skilled tongue swiping on yours as he kissed you eagerly. You felt ashamed when just a simple, hot, seductive kiss made your dull nipples perk in attention and the pearl in between your legs throb in anticipation, but that shame was pushed at the back as soon as he broke the kiss, his hand on your thigh snaking under your shirt to play with your covered womanhood and earning heavy, loud gasps from you.

"I missed that sound," you heard him mutter against your skin as he rubbed your clit with his thumb over your pink underwear, making you squirm and fall under his spell again, coming undone as he worshipped your body on the couch that night.

At the end of the day, you were in his arms again despite the pain Kento has put you through. You knew you wouldn't forgive anyone else who hurt you like this, but I guess there's an exception to every rule, huh.

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spencerrxids · 2 years

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heart attack

pairing : nanami kento x fem!reader

genre : tooth-rotting fluff, hurt/comfort a bit?

warning : none

summary : chasing nanami kento’s love is a full time job and nothing can stop her from fulfulling her dream

wordcount : 6.1k

a/n : sorry it took too long for me to post this. but here it is. hope you enjoy it

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Chasing Nanami Kento’s love is like a full-time job for her. Being a shaman was merely just a side quest she did. Call her a hopeless romantic, but even that couldn’t fully describe who she is. Double the meaning of it or triple it then perhaps that could describe her. A very much hopeless hopeless hopeless romantic when it comes to Nanami Kento.

And everyone knows this. Everyone knows how she feels for him, even he knows about it for it is not a secret that she tried to hide. She has always been the one to verbally show it since the first day they met. That first day where she found herself that she didn't even know before. “Your last name sounds good together with my first.” How much she cringed when she looked back at those first moments after he introduced himself to the class that only consisted of three of them. Being blunt often helps her to get away from awkward situations that ironically were also created from her bluntness.

“You won’t get anywhere like this,” said her white-haired senior, sneaking up behind her who was watching Nanami from behind a pillar. The sudden appearance of the famous senior who she also calls as friend startled her. The letter in her hands fell to the ground as she turned around to look at him. “What are you doing here?!” She whispered loudly.

She crouched down to grab the letter she had dropped, careful to not step onto them. “You were being a creep. You know you could always approach him, it’s not like he doesn’t know about this.” Gojo leaned onto the pillar, also now watching Nanami as the girl beside him stood tall again.

“Don’t lecture me on being a creep when you are the worst one here,” Hearing her words Gojo put his hand on his chest acting as if a bullet hit him. “And you are not a love guru. You’ll be the last person that I would go to for love advice, Senpai.”

He only hummed as a response, she couldn’t tell if that was a sign of agreement or disagreement. But the two stayed in their place for the next few minutes, her hand still gripping the letter tightly, not wanting to let go of all the feelings she had poured into it. Gojo glanced at it, crossing his arm, a serious look on his face. “How many have you......?”

She switches and leans onto her left leg instead of her right, fingers fiddling with one another—one of her nervous habits. “This is the thirty or forty-something,” she paused for a moment. “I don’t remember how it started but I don’t think I’m going to stop anytime soon. Whether he read it or not, this has become a coping mechanism for me. Every time I-we come back from a mission,” She paused after correcting her words. “I’ll write one of these, and sometimes I give him one if it contains something about him.” She raised the letter in her hand. Sometimes it means all the time.

“Call it a love letter or whatever you want. I suppose calling it that wouldn’t make it untrue for it is filled by the words that come right out of my heart.”

***

She had seated herself on the floor not long after Gojo had left her alone there. Her gaze traveled around until they landed onto the sky, a soft smile appeared on her face as she did so. Leaning her head on the pillar, she lets herself relieve the tension that she was holding since the latest mission the school had sent her team to. Million possibilities run in her mind, the risks they always took without a single hesitation, devoting their life in the line to protect the world. Her gaze falls back onto the letter she holds as she silently wonders how she let herself feel this much for someone. Raising it to her chest, she allows herself to close her eyes, getting a little bit of rest that she truly needed.

“How long have you been there?” A voice asked. His voice. The one that brings a warm feeling to her heart despite the cold weather in the evening.

Slowly opens her eyes, blinking to adjust the brightness in her vision before her gaze falls onto Nanami who stood over her, a letter in his right hand. Then she looked at her hand to find it no longer holding the letter close to her chest. It must have slipped away during the few moments when she fell asleep. A smile comes up on her face as she stares back at him. “Long enough.” She answered simply. “Are you going to your room?”

He nodded his head slightly while offering his hand to her which she gladly accepted, standing back on her feet, and brushing the dust off her clothes. She could feel his eyes watching her movements so she tried her best to pretend that she did not notice it. She is aware that their hands are still interconnected with one another, both didn’t make any move to let go. “Did you open it?” She asked again, motioning at the letter that was already on his other hand that was not holding hers.

“Not yet. You are supposed to rest for your mission tomorrow and yet here you are.” He commented.

A sheepish smile appeared on her face as she avoided his stern gaze on her. “But that’s exactly the reason why I’m here right now, Ken-to,” She looks away, her hand finally letting go of his, not noticing that his fingers slightly reached out at the loss of the warmth of her hand. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to meet you in the early morning tomorrow so I have to give it to you now. You know, like usual, just in case.” She trailed off at the end of her words, seeming to be in a deep thought.

The two resumed the walk to their representative room. Her words earlier had been replied with nothing but the silence between the two. A somber mood constantly clouded Nanami’s mind, seeing her always acting like she was never going to come back after a solo mission. Not coming back to him.

“We should always prepare for the worst. You’ll never know what will happen.” That was what she always said to them all. But even then, the evident smile on her face would always betray the anxiety in her heart.

A hand landed itself on his forearm, waking him up from his drowning thoughts, and stopping him from walking a bit farther. He turned to look at her but her gaze was stuck on the sky. He found himself staring at the side of her face. At her eyes that glistened with the moon's reflection in it.

“Kento,” She called his name softly, still not looking at him. She opened her mouth a little bit and yet none of the words fell out of it, heart thumping against her chest out of rhythm. “The moon......” She trailed off as she turned to look at him. The sight of him makes her knees weak. Makes her unable to speak the words that she wanted to. So instead she speaks with the eyes that always show the truth when she is around him.

“Is beautiful.” He said. Continuing the silent part of her words. “The moon is beautiful.” Her eyes widened at the words that fell out of his mouth. Did he mean it literally or not? The question rang inside her mind. It’s always hard to decipher Nanami’s mind when he always spoke things in quite an expressionless way. There seems to be a big wall that separates his expression and the feelings that remained true inside his heart.

Nothing happened between the two after he uttered those words. They began to resume the walk that they both had paused quite hastily. Her hand hovered above the room handle as both are now standing in front of hers. She could feel the looming presence of him with her back turned against him at the moment. With shadow casting over her face, she turned to look at him.

“You know, Kento.” She bit the inner of her cheek, looking up at him with a small smile plastered on her face. Her hands connected themselves behind her as she rocked slowly on her feet. “You really shouldn’t say things when you don’t really mean the words. People can get confused.” She said the words carefully, glancing at the letter that is still wrapped around his fingers before staring back at him.

Then she waited.

Waited for him to say something,

Anything. Anything would be enough of an answer.

She looked at him expectedly, raising her eyebrows. But all she got was a typical Nanami Kento avoiding conversation type of answer. Instead of clarifying his words, he just told her to go rest quickly so she won’t be too late the next day. Her shoulders sank at his words, puffing her cheeks before turning around, opening the door, and then closing it.

Sitting at the edge of her bed, she looks at Nanami’s shadow that could be seen from the gap between her door and the floor. She leaned her head on top of the plushie on her lap. Nanami stood in front of her door for the next few minutes before he finally walked away from it.

“Kento, you’re an idiot.” Then she averted her gaze to the crumpled paper beside the trash bin. Getting up from her seat, she crouched down to grab it, opening the piece of paper. Eyes gazing through all of the words that she had put into it. The earlier draft of the letter she gave to him. The earlier draft of the over-simplified letter because her feelings for him are too big that a piece of paper could not retain to contain all of it. “But I guess I am too.”

***

It was during New Year’s Eve when the two found themselves by each other's side again. Sure there are countless times when they were set together and saw each other almost every day, but both had never got the chance to truly be alone with no one else around but them.

The two never spoke about what happened that night. About what he had uttered whether he really meant it or not. She never found the answer to it. But her feelings remain the same. Couldn’t be changed. Not even if she tried. And she still writes him letters although Nanami did note that the amount of passage in it had lessened within each letter that she gave him.

“How was your day?” He asked, suddenly. Startling her who was busying herself by focusing on the many other things around her instead of the person that holds the key to her heart.

They both are currently walking down the road with people rushing around them, eager to embrace the year that awaits ahead of them all. And yet there’s her and Nanami, who walk slowly, not wanting to let go of the year that would change within hours. Carrying the burden of knowing the secrets that are hidden from those innocent eyes was never a simple job. It was hard, maddening it could be. That’s why it’s easier for her to focus all of her mind on the person beside her rather than that.

They are going to graduate soon and she had a feeling that Nanami would want to let go of all of his ties with the world they both are familiar with, including hers. That thought didn’t really sit well inside her mind. Perhaps that’s why she wasn’t really sure how to answer his simple question.

Glancing at him, she let out a long sigh. “Well, I was with you the whole day. So the same as yours?” She wondered at the end of her sentence. “The year would change within hours. I guess that counts as something worth anticipating for.” She then proceeds to talk about some other things that had occurred to her a few days back before stopping in her tracks when she realizes that she has been talking with nothing but the empty presence of Nanami beside her.

Turning her head around, she found him a few feet away from her. The two pairs of eyes instantly connected to each other as more people kept rushing around them. She looked at him almost innocently, tilting her head to the side slightly with her furrowed eyebrows. And he spent the same moment thinking of what a privilege it was to be there with her. She could’ve chosen anyone. And yet, she was already captivated with him since the first time their eyes landed on each other.

“Is everything okay?” The question rolled out of her mouth.

“Do you want to see the fireworks together?” At the same time, this comes out of him.

***

Then there they are. Standing next to each other, leaning forward on the railing with anticipating looks on their faces as the two gazes at the sky above them. She had her arms propped on top of the railing as she put her chin on top of it. A smile on her face. “You sure really do know how to pick a spot, Kento.” She commented.

The boy beside her just hummed at the comment she made. Eyeing her smile with warmness in his eyes despite the coldness of the night air. Then he gazed down at the festival that could be seen from their spot. The sounds of people chanting began louder and louder at midnight and kept getting closer. “We’re going to graduate soon.” She said, not tearing her eyes away from the dark sky that would be colored within seconds. “I want nothing more but to spend what possibly is the last New Year’s Eve I’ll spend together with you at this moment. Thanks for the invitation, Kento.”

“You know, don’t you?” He asked but did not give her a chance to answer it. “That I’m going to leave.” She went quiet, the sad smile on her face had explained the truth to him, so he continued his words. “After all of that had happened this past year, I found nothing but pain in what we do. I guess quitting all of these could help lessen the pain. At least that’s what I hope.”

No longer propping her arms against the railing, her hands gripped it instead, her thumb softly brushing over the top of her palm. Her eyes gaze downwards to the festival. “The pain won’t go away. We’ve been through the same journey. I know what you feel.” She turned to look him in the eyes. “If quitting would help your pain then that’s your decision, Kento. There is no need to feel sorry. I’ve found ways to lessen my pain too. In the presence of those whom I love. You too, don’t you? That’s why you brought me here.”

Then color erupted in the air. The night was a gloomy dark canvas and those fireworks are the paint that is tasked to brighten it just for a brief moment. A celebration. A light of reassurance that the year that had yet to come would be as bright as the night during its first day. She had averted her gaze away to admire the colors. A smile appeared on her face.

“Happy New Year, Nanami Kento.” She said, gently.

He copied her words. Saying her name at the end of his sentence, making her smile wider just by hearing it. “It’s beautiful.” He commented out loud, eyeing the colors in the sky.

“What? The moon?” She asked him with one of her eyebrows raised in a cheeky manner. Referencing the night where he had said those words that she still did not know the meaning of. Nanami quite literally gaped at her words, not expecting her to bring that up after that quick heartfelt conversation between them. Then a burst of laughter comes out of her. “I’m just joking. Don’t need to look so embarrassed like that. You’re making my heart pound with that expression of yours.”

The two shared laughs that night. Despite all of the pains that they both had gone through. Because she was right, Nanami did find another way to lessen the pain that he held. That is by being beside the person whom he feels dearly about.

***

It was not until their graduation night that they both spent the night together by each other’s side once more. This time for the last time before he cuts all of the ties that bind him with this world. It was quite somber, the mood that night. But there were still fragments of comforting feelings in it.

“Kento, promise me,” She said, holding up her pinky finger to him, a red hue covering some part of her face as she looked him right in the eyes. “Fall in love with me.” That ended up sounding more like a demand than a wish. “In the future, if we ever meet again.......outside or inside of this wretched world we know, that is hidden from those mundane people. If you ever opened your heart to someone. Let it be me.”

Not getting any response, she let herself turn her head away without lowering her hand, feeling embarrassment kicking into her. The world around her was holding her to the ground as reality came back to her. The reality. A finger wrapped itself around her. “There is no reassurance on when the future would come. So must it be in the future?” He asked. And she could swear that her heart beats thrice faster as the words come out of his mouth.

“But then again, we’ll be much ready by then. I’m still new to this kind of stuff and I know that you are too. We will understand this more in the future, right? The feeling that has been in your heart for such a long time. The feeling that has been on my heart for quite some time if not as long as you.” He said those words with so much sincerity. The words that come straight out of his heart with nothing interfering between them.

Is this the reality that she had dreamed of her whole life? Did the Nanami Kento just indirectly confess his feelings to her? If the reality of her life would be this sweet then she wished to not ever sleep ever again. Then she wished to stay at that moment forever as the words he just said kept replaying in her mind. “You’ll keep it too, right? The promise?” He said again, trying to take a glimpse of her face as she looked down at her lap—the side of her face was hidden by her hair.

Then he heard a sniffle come out of her, followed by the drop of tears down to her lap. Brushing the hair out of her face, he leaned down and took a more clear look at her face. “I asked you a question then you cried about it. That’s not how it works, you know.” His hand went to the side of her face, wiping the tears away from her glassy eyes.

She choked back a strained laugh before wrapping her arms around his neck. Brings him to her embrace. His hands instantly latched around her waist. Securing the comfort that both radiated in the cold of the night. “You just have to choose the moment before we separate to say that, huh? That isn’t fair.” She complained, leaning her forehead on his shoulder as the tears streamed down her face, staining his blue shirt.

He leaned back to hold her face with one of his hands while the others were still holding her by the waist. “Didn’t we just make a promise?” He asked softly. Her hand slowly wrapped itself around the one that holds her face, her fingers falling naturally in between his fingers. Before she turned her head, enough to kiss the inner of his palm, gaining a soft gasp from him.

He found himself eyeing the plump of her lips that was touching his skin. And then to her eyes that look at him as if he were the most mesmerizing being in this world. Nothing but love and affection are filled in it. His gaze mirrored hers, looking at her the same way as she did to him.

Then he turned the hands that were holding her face around, intertwining their fingers before bringing them close to his mouth, bringing her close too as he did so. A soft kiss pressed against the top of her palm while his eyes didn’t lose the connection they had with hers. Her mouth opened a bit as if she were about to say something.

“Don’t say it.” He said. “Let those words stay in your heart until we meet again.”

She nodded softly, a sad smile on her face. “I’ll keep my promise too, Kento.” She paused before leaning her head closer as she whispered to his ear. “Until we meet again.”

Arms wrapped around one another. There was peace in between the goodbyes that were uttered. The string of hope shimmered in the dark, unseen by the eyes of the two clueless people. The reassurance of the future that might just exist if they hold onto their promise.

***

Then so it goes. Time flew with them not being on each other’s side. Each day, separated by the different paths of the life that they took. Living the life that they had chosen. Years passed and yet their hearts still yearn for the other’s presence. Sometimes it’s hard to ignore the urge to when you know where they are. But both respected each other’s decision so much that they stayed out of the other’s life. Letting fate choose the moment where their path would cross one another.

And sometimes, during New Year’s Eve, when not busy, she would go to the place where they had once spent the night together. With a slight hope of him being at the same place. But alas her wish was never granted as she looks up to the sky with the reflection of colors in her eyes. Then she would close them, pretending that his presence was beside her. Her hands press a letter to the place where her heart beats against her ribcage.

I missed you.

A quick silent prayer was made before she left the scene. Now she is going for her first appointed mission in this new year. Hence the reason why she wrote a letter for such a long time.

***

Being dragged around by her white-haired senior was not how she wanted to spend the day off after her long exhausting mission. But what else could she do but let him do what he wanted? There is no way to go against what Gojo Satoru wants after all.

“You’re going to love this.” He said. The white-haired man was practically skipping through the hallway, tangling his left arm with her right—not exactly touching since he has his infinity on—dragging her around the school area. Her? Well, she just let him do it, not having much energy left from her last mission. “Ah, I can already imagine the look on his face when he sees you. You really missed a lot of things since your mission.”

He? The word caught her interest as the two slowed down a little bit, she untangled her arm from his, now standing in front of him, stopping him in his tracks as she did so. “I don’t have time for your silly games, Gojo-san. Whatever is this, better make it quick.” She let out a small yawn, stretching her arms upwards. “You do realize that I just got back from my mission. I need to rest.”

Gojo’s gaze falls onto something behind her, a mischievous yet proud look comes up on his face. Whatever it was he was looking at, she wasn’t sure if she was going to like it or not. “Hehe. You’re going to thank me later.” He then waved his arms around at something-or perhaps in this case someone behind her.

Then the voice of Itadori Yuuji could be heard in her ears as he got closer to the two. She had the chance to meet the boy who had the unfortunate fate of being Sukuna’s vessel. But that was not what made her straighten her pose, it was his words. Or to be more specific, the name he had uttered. Her back was still turned against them, her view being Gojo who raised his eyebrows at her.

“Nanamin-san, how long has it been since you came here? Has it always looked like this? I wonder if it ever changed since your school days.” Nanamin. Now that is a name she hears now and then, thrown around by Gojo Satoru to tease her. But the presence of the person was one that she hadn’t felt for quite a long time.

Her eyes finally found Gojo’s who was giving her a knowing look, smirking at the red hue that began to appear on her cheeks. He puts his hands on top of her shoulder, turning her around as his eyes then fall back onto his student and his tall blonde junior. “Yo Nanamin. Yuuji.” He approached the two of them. An arm wrapped around the shoulder of his junior who was looking at the ground.

The two stopped in their tracks as Gojo and her walked closer to them. Nanami's gaze practically latches onto her instantly, quite obvious for someone who rarely shows a fragment of their feelings. “Ah Sensei, are you two going somewhere? Nanamin-san right here was about to tell me about his school days.” Yuuji pointed at the older guy beside him, an innocent grin plastered on his face.

“Is that so, Nanamin?” Gojo teased him with the nickname Itadori had given him. “I didn’t say anything.” He replied almost too quickly.

Leaning forward to his student, Gojo spoke with a smirk on his face. “You know, Yuuji. Nanamin’s school days were very very interesting.” He wiggled his eyebrows, glancing at her who narrowed her eyes at him. “Actually, your other sensei here was friends with him. Really close friends. Right, Nanamin?”

She could feel his eyes going back and forth between her and Gojo before he uttered his answer. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” He asked expressionlessly, but she could still detect the annoyed tone hidden beneath it.

Gojo’s smirk went even wider that it stretched all over his cheek. “Ahh, sadly you’re right. And as much as I want to stay here to watch. I do have somewhere else to go and I need Yuuji with me.”

“You do?” The boy wondered out loud.

“Yes, I do. Now come come. Let’s leave my two beloved juniors to reunite.” He went up to the boy and dragged him away. His voice echoed out loud in the hallway until eventually, it went quiet when he was far enough.

And that leaves the two alone. But together. With all of the words that are threatening to go out of their hearts. Words that both had yet to have the time to express with one another. She inhaled sharply before letting her eyes meet his. For a split second, it did before she avoided his sharp gaze again. Somehow she suddenly found it hard to say anything to him during this moment even though her mind was practically screaming at her to speak.

“It’s been a while.” He said, making her head snap to look at him once more, this time not breaking their gaze. His voice itself is still strong enough to weaken her knees. The power this man held over her over the years is crazy. “How have you been?” He asked.

She let out a breathy chuckle, a smile on her face. “I’m great.” Then she paused for a bit, considering what to say before she continued. “Well not really cause you know, this was actually supposed to be my day off and I was going to rest after my long mission which probably you had heard about from the others. But other than that, I’m doing fine. You?” She looked at him expectantly.

The tension on his shoulders was already gone by the time she finished her sentence. His eyebrows, however, were furrowed at the mention of the fact that today was supposed to be her day off. “You should stop letting others drag you around when you’re supposed to rest.”

Her eyes brightened up at his words. “Ah, you’ve always been the you-have-to-rest-or-else person. When asked a question, you should come up with an answer instead of a scold, Kento.” She said, but then stopped when she realized she just called him by his first name after all of the times they have spent apart from each other. “Is it okay if I call you with-”

“Why would I mind? You can call me anything you want and I would still let you every single time.” His comment made her go quiet. Her cheeks flushed at his warm words as she averted her gaze away from him. This gave him a chance to actually take in her appearance.

“You changed your hair.” He commented once more.

“Do you not like it?” She wondered, raising her eyebrows. Hand unconsciously inching towards the end of her hair.

“No. No. I think it suits you.”

She smiled while nodding her head, then looked at him. “I like your hair too. It has changed a lot since the last time we met.” Her eyes gaze on every inch of his face. Years that they spent not being together surely had changed him a lot in terms of appearances. If anything, age just brings more attractiveness to him. “I like it a lot. I can see more of you now.” She said.

He chuckled. And if she didn’t know him that well, she wouldn’t say that he was shy at the moment. But she does know him so well and Nanami Kento was indeed shy as the corner of his mouth slightly turned upwards. “You really should get a rest right now.” He said.

“You’re right.” She said, not averting her gaze away from him. Her eyes twinkled in amusement as a suggestion came into her mind. “Do you want to.........?” She gestured over her shoulders.

Then, naturally, he falls into the steps beside her as they both walk towards her room. Usually, she wouldn’t stay at the school’s grounds, but since she was too tired to go back to her apartment unit that is quite far from the school, she stayed in her old room. Besides, she had to send the reports to Yaga this morning, hence the reason why Gojo found her lurking around and decided to drag her to Nanami.

Then she cut him off before he could speak a word. “You don’t have to answer unless you want to.” Then no one spoke. Silence once again engulfed the two of them. She steps a bit farther to her right, creating a bigger space between them.

“How was your previous job?” I love you.

“How was your mission?” I love you.

The two stopped in their tracks, looking at each other as the words came out of their mouths simultaneously. Then she smiled, the smile that he has been yearning for years. Oh, how he missed seeing that smile. Clearing his throat, he finally speaks. “It was repetitive. Every day feels like the same day. The cycle of 24 hours keeps repeating itself. All the same routines.”

She smiled but not quite reached her eyes. “Sounds like the perfect environment for you. Salesman, right? Gojo-san told me.” Her eyes are downcasted to the ground before she looks up back at him once more. “The mission was a success, by the way. It took a while, draining a lot of energy, but I managed to complete it in the end.” She said, continuing their walk.

He stepped closer to her, closing the gap that she had created earlier. His eyes roamed to her body, scanning for any injuries that are yet to be healed. Then it landed on her bruised hand, the one that is brushing against his hand. She noticed this. “I’m okay. You don’t need to worry. I went to Shoko-san right after I got back yesterday. Nothing too severe or something like that.” She informed, before looking back to the front, trying to ignore the fact that she could feel the palm of his hand brushing against hers.

Then a hand landed on her shoulders, grasping them gently, stopping her from walking farther than him. Back to reality, she was. Noticing that they were already in front of her room. Seems that she spent too much time trying to focus her mind on anything else other than him, that she was zoning out a bit longer than she intended to.

She turned her body to gaze up at him and there he was already looking down at her. His hand still hovering above her shoulder as if he were trying to do something else, hesitantly. Her eyes flicker onto his lips for a split second before she quickly averted her eyes back to his eyes. “I guess, I’ll see you around?” The words come out of her mouth involuntarily. Betraying the one that is spoken in her mind.

Maybe it is just her feelings or maybe Nanami’s shoulders sank at the words that she uttered. A disappointed look took over his face for a moment as he took a step away from her, putting a distance between them. Just like she did earlier.

It’s been years. There’s no way he is still holding onto that promise, she thought.

Maybe she doesn’t feel the same anymore, he thought.

Putting a smile on her face, she looked down to the ground and when she looked back up, he noticed that it wasn’t her usual smile for it did not reach her eyes. “It’s nice to meet you again, Kento.” She speaks. And if Nanami could choose to only hear one thing in his life. It would be her voice that he chooses out of all of the choices there are in the world.

Then he was no longer looking at her. He was looking at the dark brown color of her door that she closed after he uttered the same words as her. What about the promise? He wondered. His eyes lowered to the ground, wishing to see a glimpse of her shadow from the gap between the door and the floor. I already understand my feelings now. Those feelings that reside in my heart for so long. They only grow even bigger without your presence.

Beat.

The sound of a door opening.

Beat.

“I love you.” He said out loud.

A sharp gasp could be heard. Eyes widened and there she was in front of him again. Mouth agape. A letter pressed on top of the place where her heart beats thrice faster against her ribcage. Their eyes connected to one another. A chuckle comes out of her mouth, followed by a laugh. A happy one.

She leaped if not maybe she jumped. But it doesn’t matter because his arms instantly latched around her waist, catching her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Laughter echoed, vibrating against his skin. He did not realize it but he was laughing too. The Nanami Kento. Laughing. Surely that is a sight to see. She had heard him laugh before, but never this happy.

Her feet no longer touch the floor as he lifts her a few inches off the ground. “I love you. I love you. I love you, Nanami Kento. And I love being in love with you.” She said, pulling back to look into his eyes. The letter has been discarded on the floor, no longer needed as the content has been said out loud and not written on a piece of paper anymore.

It was as if at that moment, they both had become younger. Becoming the two silly teenagers they were. Except, she wasn't the only one to be in love. “It never changed. Not even a bit.” She leaned her forehead against his, closing her eyes, a wide smile on her face.

“Thank you,” A hand gripped her chin softly. “For waiting for me.” Just like that, the gap between them disappeared as he leaned his lips forwards.

It was a profound love. A burst of ecstasy in the dim light of the hallway. It’s a risky move, to be in love with someone. Even a bigger risk to take in the world that they are living in. But it’s a risk that they are willing to take. Because nothing could ever separate them again. Love is an absurd and the most unexplainable feeling that you could ever feel. You don’t ask to be in love. You don’t know when to be in love. And yet when it happened, it just did. Most of the time, it’ll hurt you. And it would be the most pleasing pain that you would ever feel. Cause even though it hurts. It’ll stay as love. And when two people fell in love with one another. The stars will shine brighter than they did before. The world around them would celebrate the unity of the two souls. The line of threads would tangle with one another and never once separate ever again. For eternity.

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piichuu · 1 month

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♡ LOVE IS ONLY A FEELING

PAIRING: nanami kento x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: who knew that gojo satoru would be the reason for a love story to brew when he intentionally gave y/n the wrong number to set her up with his best friend?

GENRE: friends (ish) to lovers, fluff, angst, hurt to comfort, social media au

WARNINGS: will be pointed out in every chapter

TAG LIST: send an ask or reply under this post <3

STATUS: ongoing

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi again! my last smau was discontinued due to my lack of motivation and because life got in the way, but now i’m back with a new one and hopefully i’ll finish this. i’m however not making any promises because at the moment, i’m extremely unstable and this is my way to escape from reality, so i have no idea if i’ll want to throw this in the trash a week in because of impulses. but let’s at least try <3 also, the updates won’t be daily due to me only having two months left until i graduate and therefore have a lot in school, i hope that’s okay!

PROFILES ONE | PROFILES TWO

ONE - wrong number

TWO - you’re so boring

THREE -

FOUR -

FIVE -

tba…

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peachsayshi · 2 years

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Hello! I hope you’re doing well, I really enjoy your ex husband Nanami series! J was thinking you could do a ex husband Nanami drunk calling you at 3am

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

A/N: Thank you so much for this idea! Taking a break writing smut to put some angst out there! Comments & reblog are appreciated xo

TAGS: alcohol mention, death mention, nanami has kids with the reader, angst, mutual pining-ish, angst

An Unexpected Surprise (Ex!Husband Nanami x Female!Reader)

“Hello?”

“Hey, you...”

You lifted your head up from the pillow, the stiffness in your neck causing you to wince and you arched it gently in the opposite direction to stretch out the kink. A little dazed after being woken up from your peaceful slumber, you lightly rubbed your eyes while attempting to blink them open to adjust to your dark surroundings. By the time you managed to come to your senses, you realized you had fallen asleep curled up on the sofa in your living room...again.

“M’sorry to wake you,” a deep tone on the receiving end of the line murmured. “I can’t find my keys...”

You answered the call in your sleep, quickly checking your phone screen to identify the familiar voice only to have your heart skip a beat when you saw the name of your ex-husband flash before your eyes.

“Kento?” you spoke with sudden awareness, the adrenaline kicking in and forcing you to perk up. “It’s 3:15, what are you doing up so late? Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine, s’fine...” he mumbled, and you pinched the front of your brows suspiciously at the strange tone of his voice. “I just can’t find my keys is all...”

“You’re calling me at three o’clock in the morning because you can’t find your keys?” you questioned with confusion, as if repeating his statement would bring some clarity to the situation at hand.

“S’not in my jacket pocket...” he rambled, “I thought I put 'em in there...”

Your eyes widened with surprise, piecing together the conditions around this unusual phone call when you noticed that your eloquent ex-husband was slurring his words.

“Are you drunk?” you whispered into the phone with slight amusement.

“No, m’not drunk...” he denied almost immediately.

You couldn’t help but smile, knowing full well that your ex-husband never liked to admit it when he was. He had a high tolerance when it came to drinking, and is able to handle his liquor intake better than a majority of people except on the rare occasions when he would go out with Shoko.

His current dilemma was keeping him distracted, and he groaned with frustration before stating, “I could have sworn I put them in my pocket...”

“Check your pants, you tend to tuck them in there when you're not thinking straight...”

You could hear him fumbling around, snagging your bottom lip between your teeth as you patiently waited for a reply.

“I knew I could count on m’girl…” he mumbled to himself, subconsciously allowing his statement to slip before shaking the keys between his fingers. “Got ‘em...”

“Good, t-that’s good!” you stammered over your words, desperately trying to ignore how the heat that rushed to your cheeks and the way your stomach tightened from his comment. “Get yourself inside and make sure you drink some water before going bed.”

“Alright,” he replied as he slotted the key into the lock before turning it. “I didn’t mean to wake you…”

THUMP!

Your eyes followed the sound of the muffled bang, shifting to the entrance of your front door as you sprang onto your feet and clutched the phone tighter against your ear.

“What was that?!” you gasped.

“Fuck, s’not unlocking…” your ex-husband simultaneously announced.

You shakily approached your front door, staring at the frame in shock as you waited to hear another sound. You began stepping closer towards it, your free hand reaching for the handle until you noticed it turn by itself and shrieked before taking three long strides backwards as the panic began to rise.

“K-Ken, I think there is someone outside the house!”

A deafening silence took over, only broken by a quiet thud from behind the wooden frame.

“Dammit,” your ex-husband breathed, “this…this is not where I live is it?”

You chest felt like It was about to burst, the adrenaline searing through your veins as you tried to steady your breath.

“Are...are you outside my house?”

Nanami hummed, “it was our house once...”

***

Your ex-husband rested his low back against the kitchen counter, his arms were folded across his chest and his head was slightly bowed. You got a glimpse of his features, taking in the sight of the warm light against his sharp jawline and swallowed the small lump in your throat. You continued to calmly cut a few slices of bread, but you could feel tingles running up from the tips of your fingers all the way down to your toes.

He hasn’t been around often, and the most you’ve seen or heard from him has been through phone or video calls. You didn’t even realize ho much you missed him until he stood right next to you.

The last time you two were alone like this was at Gojo’s New Year’s Eve party - and you vividly remember exactly how that night ended. You shook off the memory of his body on yours, and placed two slices of sourdough in the toaster before pressing your index finger on the automatic knob, and watching them slide down the machine.

“You’ve been working late recently...” you spoke, finally cutting the heavy silence.

“I know,” your ex-husband agreed, straightening his back as he slowly fluttered his eyes open. “There’s been a lot going on…”

You hated that your stomach twisted into a knot, and you had to clear your throat before asking: “Oh?”

Nanami let out a soft sigh and he leaned slightly to the left to brush his arm on yours.

“I’m spending most of my time with Yuji,” he admitted but you could easily see the veil he had placed on that sentence, hiding the details that he didn’t feel comfortable sharing with you.

I mean, how could he after what happened?

The last time you saw him injured you recoiled from his touch like he had inflicted the same wound onto you. He didn’t have it in his heart to tell you about the special grade curses plaguing the city, nor would he admit that he had been hiding all evidence of fighting them off by asking Shoko to heal him fully.

Tonight was a particularly bad night, and after she tended to his wounds the two of them decided to go out for a drink.

She talked about Suguru, and he talked about Haibara.

The longer they spoke, the more Nanami drank.

There was a time when he was able to share all this with you, but now all it does is shake the already fragile bond that tethered you together.

Deep down inside you resented yourself for putting up such a wall with the man who once shared your whole world.

You tried to recall how you used to have the strength to be there for him, but that was before the true reality of losing him was at the forefront of your mind.

You pinched your brows in slight frustration, reaching for the two slices of bread as it popped out of the machine. You placed it back on the plate, then picked up the jam jar, all the while thinking why Nanami didn’t seem to care that risking his life meant losing you and Hiroki forever…

Was it really only a bother to you?

You saw the inevitable when he didn’t show up that night - of laying your lover to his final resting place, of raising your child and only catching memories of his father through their eyes, and then living the rest of your life all alone thinking about the brief love that came and went in the blink of an eye.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t even realize that Nanami found his place behind you. His arms caged you in, two hands supporting his stance as he held the counter before moving his lips close to your ear.

“I’m sorry if I inconvenienced you tonight.”

His honeyed voice sent a shiver up your spine. Your fingers squeezed around the knife in your hand, and you paused your movements.

“N-Not at all,” you replied, but the slight hitch in your voice indicated to Nanami that he did catch you by surprise.

The space around you felt small, the air growing thin when he inched his chest closer to your back.

“There’s somethin’ different about you tonight....” he pointed out, distracting himself for a moment as he studied you.

You lightly placed the knife on the plate, your gaze focusing on the back of his hand where you noticed the his veins protruding as he gripped the counter.

“S’not your hair...” he mumbled, “or these earrings...”

A soft pant escaped you, with goosebumps pricking your skin when you felt his nose graze down your neck. He drew in a breath, inhaling deeply along the way to take in your scent before smiling against your skin.

“New body wash?”

You gulped, unsure of what to do with your hands as you squeezed your thighs together. Your ex-husband was incredibly detail oriented, which made it difficult for you to hide anything new from him.

“Yes!” you squeaked, feeling your cheeks grow hot when he didn’t pull away as you expected. “A new beauty shop opened just around the corner and they gave away free samples...”

“Huh...” he acknowledged, “smells good on you.”

“Thanks,” you nervously replied, subconsciously tugging at your earlobe before finding the courage to turn on your heel and face him.

Brown irises met yours, the color making you think of home. You could see the restless nights in the slight bags underneath his eyes, and couldn't help it but bring one hand to cup his cheek. The muscles on his face relaxed against your touch but the pensive expression remained the same.

“You...you should eat, Ken...I can set up the table for you-”

You were interrupted when his hands met your waist, and with one step Nanami had your own back pressed against the counter as he held you securely in his arms.

“We haven’t uhm-....” he closed his eyes for a moment as he furrowed his brows to gather his thoughts before proceeding to speak, “We haven’t discussed...what happened...”

His voice was strained, and you knew that he must be equally as tense about the hook up in Satoru’s guest bedroom. There was no way of avoiding the elephant in the room, and up until now you both Hiroki distracting you from confronting exactly what happened.

Your voice fell to a low whisper, “what’s there to discuss?” you quietly asked, but instantly regretted it when he lifted his face to reveal the hurt in his eyes.

“I just need t’know if it meant...anything to you...or if it was just...an itch you needed to scratch…”

His words pierced through your delicate heart.

How could he assume you would use him for a quick fuck?

You’ve thought about that moment night after night, wishing it would have lasted longer than what it was. You yearned to kiss him for hours until you couldn’t feel your lips anymore and ached to have him making love to you until the break of dawn.

“Of course it meant something to me, Kento...” you consoled, your hands finding the fabric of his shirt as you tugged him closer. “It...it will always mean something when it comes to you.”

He exhaled with relief, his arms tightening around your waist as he held you.

“Be honest with me…are you truly happy with how things are between us?”

“Kento-”

“I just...need t’hear you say it. I need you to tell me that this is what you want.”

You felt yourself melt into him when he kissed your cheek, his body enveloping your own and fracturing your will to resist him. You could feel the internal push and pull - with one half of you ready to take him to your bed and the other reminding you that your ex-husband was in fact, not in the right state of mind.

Were you happy?

That was easy an easy question to answer.

No, you weren't.

You’ve gone through your whole life never sure about anything until Nanami came along. From the moment he became a part of your life, you knew exactly what it felt like to be anchored in something meaningful. You loved him with the entirety of your mind, body and soul - and wished that you never pushed him away.

However...the sting of your wound hurt more than anything else, it clouded your judgment and poisoned your veins. Every time you looked at him all could see was a clock ticking away the seconds until you would lose him. You needed to stop loving him because detaching yourself meant that you wouldn’t have to face your worse fear.

You felt so helpless knowing that there wasn’t anything you could do to protect him from the things your eyes wouldn’t let you see.

How could you stop the darkness from taking away your only light?

“My love?” Nanami asked, using the tender pet name that was reserved only for you and prompting you to bury your forehead closer against his chest.

“I-...” you started to speak, but you were trembling in his arms because you didn’t know how to answer his question. “I-...”

“Mama!”

Hiroki’s voice carried from down the hallway, popping the bubble of privacy that you were sharing with your ex-husband. Nanami eased his hold from around you, blinking a few times to ensure that he did hear his child call out to you and that it wasn’t his intoxicated mind playing tricks on him.

He felt you push him away slightly, and you nervously shifted in place before dropping your hands back down to your sides.

“I should uhm...I should go check on him...” you informed. “Please eat, and you can sleep on the couch tonight.”

“Right...” Nanami replied cordially, but his eyes still held yours with a brief message passing on that he would be waiting patiently for your answer. “That sounds good to me.”

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linannsty · 2 years

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spicy with jjk man

anyway failing an exam but write some smut it’s like a reward

Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami x Female reader

cw a lot of sex description, hella nasty, implies elements of rough sex, breeding and etc

NSFW 18+

Satoru would innocently teasing you, and flirting with you, and like ‘accidentally’ touching your body, he would be dare enough to tell you straight up, that he want you, unless he is really horny, but you would understand what he is about to do, so you will just let it happened. Satoru would love everything about your body, always staring at your when you are near, especially at your booty, because to me, he is an ass man, and he loves when you wearing something tight to show your curves, and tease him even more.

Satoru would do it with you on sofa, if he wants some quickie, and didn’t got a lot of time, dragging you on his lap, and leaving kisses all over you, asking to ride his dick, without any protection. He would taking off you shirt, to watch your jiggled tits, while his hand squeezing your hips and booty, and he whispers to your ears how beautiful you are with his cock inside you, and how he enjoy listening to your muted moans, when you’re sticking your face to his neck, leaving some bites mark from the joy, and coming orgasm. Satoru would fuck you in missionary, cause he loves to watching you in this view, when you being absolutely naked for him, and hug him during sex, while his body leaning on you. Satoru would pulled out his dick, if he didn’t use any protection, and cum on your pussy, or ass, if he hittin from the back. He also would offer you some six-nine pose, cause he would love to see your ass on his face. Satoru would eat your pussy, with fingers inside, cause he loves to watch how you enjoy it, he prefer both to receive and give, he would sitting on sofa, throwing his head back, from the pleasure, when his cock are in your month, and you jerking off his dick, to help him came even quicker, swallowing all that. Satoru can last about ten minutes, sometimes more, and no more than one time since he came. Satoru got some above average dick [ average in Japan is like ten centimetres; 3 inch so ] about sixteen cm (5-6 inch), not too thick and thin, just basic one, and it cut, and yeah, he shaved himself down there. Satoru wouldn’t be the best one at aftercare, I think he would mostly like to leave you and spend some time alone after sex, going to the shower, he just need some time to come to himself. And maybe a few minutes after, he would come back and acting like nothing really happened between you and him, he won’t asking you anything, just invite you to eat something, or just going out.

Toji would always make a first move to you, telling and showing you straight, that he wants you right now, his hands will always be on your body, and he would call you his baby girl, teasing you, and making actions towards you, letting you know that he won’t let you go if you didn’t give it to him. He wants it often, and a lot, he want your body, he wants your pussy, and he would spend a lot of time fucking you in all poses you can imagine, and mostly care only about himself. Toji loves everything about your body, your boobs, legs and especially your booty, so your clothes that makes accent on your body is always making him go crazy. He often jerking off think about you, and your body in some cute tight lil dress, that showing your body and your curves, making him cum really quickly. He just love when he fucking you in doggy, and your pussy squeeze his cock really tight, while his balls are slapping on your clit, and you hear how much he enjoy it, loudly groans, and telling how much he loves it, and that’s you look really cute with your ass up, pulling your hair and whispering a dirty words to your ear, that you are such a good little slut for him. Toji would switch position to missionary, asking you to spread your legs for him, so he can watch your pretty face and nice tits are bouncing, cause he roughly fucking you, leaning his heavy body and mixing kisses and biting, leaving some marks on your neck. Toji only prefer to receive when it comes to oral sex, he just love it when your lips and lil month are taking his big dick, putting it down your throat, so he can just fuck your face, and then cum all over. He can eat you from time to time, but it just his preference. His dick is big, yeah, but like not huge monster cock, I mean about eighteen- nineteen cm (7.4 inch), that’s making him way above average, and it’s pretty thick, with some veins on it, but I think it’s uncut, and brown w pink tip. Toji aren’t the best one when it comes to aftercare. Toji is a man, who can become pretty rude after sex with you, but in first few minutes after. He wouldn’t leave you, if y’all spending night together at hotel room, or someone apartments. But if it’s morning sex, he mostly would like to leave, not calling you after. He will ask you, do you like it, do you cum, but actually, I don’t think he would really care about it.

Kento is a shy one, when it comes to sex, he wouldn’t acting disrespectful towards you, he will just wait till you want it, asking and listening to you. But he often fantasies about sex with you, jerking off to thoughts about you body, he actually love everything about it, but your boobs is a thing for him, cause to me he is an tits type of guy, so if you wear some shirt or dress with some open neckline, it will make him go crazy. Sex with Kento is very sensitive and passionate process, he is a man who need to have some feelings towards woman to have a sex with her, so if he there with you, he may love you. He would always kissing you, starting from your lips and cheeks, going down to neck, chest, slowly taking off your bra, baring you tits, squeezing it and leaving a kissing on it, sucking and licking your cute nipples, and always telling you how much he loves you and and how absolutely beautiful you are to him. Kento prefer to fuck you pretty slowly, always asking you how you feel, what you want from him to do, he would start all process from oral sex, he always prefer to give, neither receive, he love facing with you pussy, kissing it and sucking your clit, when your thighs are hugging his face, so hot from all pleasure you get, and his dick are so hard because of you, he always would making sure you enjoying the process. Kento would mostly fuck you in poses, where he can facing with you, and watching how your eyes rolling from pleasure. If you with him at his office, he would ask you to sit on the table, and fucking in some standing position, with your close on, but your shirt being lifted on. Kento prefer to do it in bedroom, when you come to his apartments, and it would be all night you can spend together. Kento got some above average dick, to me it’s like fifteen cm(5.9 inch), it’s cut and pinky. Kento is a normal guy when it comes to aftercare, he would asking you how do you feel yourself, did you like it, he can go to the shower to spend some time alone, and then come back, to softly laying down on bed with you with some cuddles, and speaking about everything else.

Suguru actually loves when you being the one who taking the initiative, and teasing him, playing with him, showing that you’re in a mood for nasty, he prefers being and as a top and being passive from time to time, who wouldn’t mind if you top him, and sit on his face, riding it and making him suffocate a little bit, leaving your juices on his face and month. He would always prefer to give when it come to oral, he just love to eat your pussy when you laying on your back, or from the back, making you cum, when he lick your clit and stretching your pussy. And usually, he didn’t asking for a head, he just wanted to you make a move, and going down for him, standing on your knees, while he look down at you, with eyes full of lust and joy. He would just laying and asking you to ride his cock from the back, or ride it like a cowgirl, being the one who controls all process. He prefer to fuck you really softly, with some tenderness, kissing you and always asking questions, about how you feel. Suguru is a one who loudly moans, and love to hearing your moans, he won’t insulting you or sum, always telling some sweet words, how perfect you are for him, and how good you take his dick. Suguru would came inside if you let him, but actually he is the worst one at pulled out things, so he usually cum inside with a loud moan, and he would moan your name. Suguru is a tits man, he would be absolutely in love with your nice boobs, always having his hands on them, and sometimes he just love to laying his head on em, hugging you, just for some chill. Actually, his dick ain’t no the biggest one, but still above average, I would say like fifteen cm, and it’s cut. Suguru would be that type, to be sleepy after sex, and mostly fall asleep, or went to the shower and then just chill a lil. He would hug you, and just lay on the bed with you, leaving some kisses on your neck.

thank you for reading 🌷 please pray for me I got some exam tomorrow lmaoo

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#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk toji #geto suguru headcanons #geto suguru x reader #toji fushiguro #toji headcanons #toji fushiguro x reader #gojo headcanons #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami kento headcanons #nanami kento x female reader #jjk x you #jjk smut

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dejwrites · 2 years

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MUSE, CHAPTER 14 (PAST)

— warning: profanity, mentions of infidelity, mature scenes included, smut is included in this, chapters jumps from past to present, college au (past), luxury rich adults (present), intercourse in a car, usage of spit, gagging, slight praise kink, angst, this chapter lowkey setting up for the messiness, reader implied to be black, kinda like a hbo sitcom in my head

— chapter summary: the gang is back to their normal lives as college students and toji reminds y/n just how important he is in her life.

— tags: @maydayaisha @gabzlovesu @indiecursor @thicksimpx @eiflawriting @cloudsinthecosmos @woahhajime @sawamurawife @po3ticb3auty @daichisbunny @heyitsiyanas @pulchritxde @classic-les @jazzyangel242 @kunaigirlx44 @savantsoulfinder @protectpancakes @littlemochi @astennu @keke97 @r-xochitl @cosmiic-7 @lillith41246

— previous chapter. masterlist. taglist. ao3

A FRIDAY NIGHT AT YOU AND UTAHIME’S PLACE WAS USED AS A STUDY SESSION FOR THE GROUP. With being back into the lifestyle of being a college student, you figured that it was best to use the first Friday back to do work instead of going to a bar. Your week of classes was beyond stressful and the fact that you expected to take comfort in your boyfriend about the way classes were kicking your ass and was met with being left on read and the phone going straight to voicemail frustrated you. You haven’t spoken to Toji since the morning of your last day at the cabin and you hated to admit that you were getting worried. What could he be doing? Could he be okay? What could he be doing? Who could he be doing? He was an attractive, wealthy guy; any woman would throw themselves on him if they had the chance. Why wasn’t he answering your texts and calls? It was making you frustrated.

You were thinking about doing a house pop-up. You knew where Toji lived, but the first time of staying over at Toji’s place he made it strictly clear to not come to his and Naoya's place unless you were sure he was there or he confirmed he was there. You didn’t question why that day, just let him give you some quick peck to assure you everything was okay. Perhaps you should have questioned it because now you were overthinking as you typed up an essay about fashion during an ancient era.

With each pound on the keyboard, you were dozing out as you typed. Toji was running laps in your mind until Shoko would toss your phone in your lap interrupting your thoughts, “Toji’s calling you.”

And for once your heart stopped racing. You would close your laptop and stand up to step inside your room for privacy. When you heard Toji’s deep and brassy voice, you could feel your skin instantly heat up. You missed him so hearing his voice made you all warm inside. You were also upset at him for not calling you. Who the hell goes days without talking to their girl?

“Come outside real quick,” Toji simply said.

“What? I’m doing my homework—“

Your words were interrupted by Toji, “Please Y/N, just come.” He said.

You let out a sigh. You figured this would be a perfect opportunity to confront him about ghosting you. You didn’t think it was in him to do that considering how soft and sensible he could get. Was he upset about you not going to meet his family during the break? Was it that?

You would end the call quickly, throwing your phone on your bed and leaving your room. The others were in the living room with their heads in their textbooks and laptops which was perfect for you to sneak out. Just as you were leaving, Nanami was about to knock on the door. His backpack hanging off one shoulder as he was sporting a royal blue colored hoodie with some jeans and his favorite sneakers. The glasses he occasionally wears were on his face as he looked at you, “Is the study session over with? I kinda lost track of time in the art studio.”

“Oh no, it’s not. Toji wants to talk to me downstairs. So I’m stepping out for a minute, and tell the others not to worry and to listen out for the pizza delivery guy.” You gave him a smile that you didn’t even notice he didn’t return once he heard Toji’s name.

You walked down the hall so quickly as if it was a race. Eventually, you got into the elevator to go to the first floor. You were beyond nervous collecting your thoughts to express to Toji. When you got to the lobby, you let your feet guide you outside to search for Toji’s car. You had to remember that he was quite rich, so a lot of times he switched out between three cars. Tonight it was a vintage Mustang. You adored the expensive smell of it every time you were there in it. It was like a mixture of vintage leather from the seats and Toji’s expensive Dior cologne. You walked towards the parking lot where he was parked and when you finally got to the car, you leaned over and knocked on the passenger side window. You could hear the door unlock before you’re climbing into the passenger seat. The sound of a song was playing low on the radio, but Toji hadn't said a word yet. He usually would compliment how good you looked or question what perfume you were wearing because it smelled nice. But he was quiet. You leaned back into your seat fiddling with your thumbs before speaking, “Have you been busy? You practically ghosted me.”

“Yeah, just some family matters.” He simply said as he let his head fall back to meet with the headrest. “I just been busy with that and been doing a lot of thinking.”

You would turn your body in the passenger seat so your attention was fully on him. “But you should communicate that with me. If some shit is going on with your family, say that. If you need space to think, tell me this.” You said.

“I know, that’s why I wanted to apologize in person. You know my relationships never end on a good note. Every person I push away, they leave, or we both become so insufferable for each other that we self-destruct.” He explained. Toji finally let his eyes look over at you. “And I think we’re the last option I mentioned.”

“I’m confused.” You said as you leaned back once more. “We haven’t been dating that long for you to say that so I think you’re pushing me away and I am begging you, stop pushing me away.”

“I know we haven’t been dating for a while, it’s just that’s what I see soon. Especially considering my jealous nature since your little friend answered your phone when you were away. I was seeing red and I was overthinking that maybe you and him hooked up during the trip.”

“Kento answered my phone? I don’t remember that. We did not hook up, Toji. You’re supposed to trust me.” You uttered.

“Yeah. But I understand you now. I don’t know what happened between you and him, but I’m going to make you forget it.” Toji sighed. “Starting tonight.” He adds as his dark eyes meet yours. He let his large hands dance upon your exposed thigh due to the shorts you were wearing.

You were forced to remember just how gentle Toji’s touch was. Each time his hand touched you, your brain always got jumbled up. You’ll lose the words you were going to say. The emotions you once felt would get tossed to the side. Just so you can feel him touch you some more. “Then make me forget about him then.”

You heard Toji chuckle at your words before he’s grabbing you by the neck gently and tugged you into a passion-filled kiss. Your lips moved in sync and instantly you could taste the alcohol he previously was drinking. His hand grasped a hold of yours as he helped you on his lap, the two of you breaking apart quickly when your back instantly pressed against the car horn. “Sorry.” You uttered through breathless pants.

Toji’s seat reclining back was the only thing you heard as he made you and himself comfortable. His hand grasped for you some more as your lips met once again. This time it’s much more heated. Swapping saliva and letting your tongues taste more of each other. You could feel Toji grab a hold of your butt giving it a slight squeeze to gain a moan from you. He pulls back from the heated kiss, before trailing kisses from your jawline to your neck. You could only squirm on top of him as you felt his kisses and nibbles before eventually the swelling feeling on your neck due to a hickey. You hated them, but you refused to interrupt this moment to complain—especially with the growing wetness in between your thighs. “Take em’ off.” Toji said against your soft skin.

You knew exactly what he was referring to as you discarded the grey-colored shorts you were wearing. You went back to kissing Toji, feeling his hand reach in between the two of you to rub at your clothed folds. Despite your panties being in the way, Toji’s thick digits still managed to get wet when he rubbed against you. He watched as you broke apart the kiss once more to let out a whimper of desperation.

“Look at you, you missed your boyfriend that much, huh?” He questioned before he’s tugging your panties to the side.

The crisp air hit part of your pussy and you could only wait for what was to come next. Toji cupped your face, he let the pad of his thumb brush against your cheek. He fell for you and he fell hard and he couldn’t have you going back to Nanami. The pad of his thumb wiped the smudged lip gloss off the corner of your lips. “Open your mouth,” He said.

You did what you were told, like the pretty girlfriend you were. Mouth gaped open before Toji’s shoved his middle and index finger in your mouth. It took you by shock due to the lewd gag you did off his finger (very similar motion to when he used his cock to tap at the back of your throat when you gave him head). When he removed his fingers, your saliva was coated on them. Once again his fingers danced in between your body towards your cunt. Your fingers grasped at his black t-shirt feeling his fingers sink inside you. Despite you already being dripping wet, he still thought it was better for his fingers to be soaked just to be sure he made you feel better. Your hips bucked at his touch, rocking slightly on his fingers considering that Toji was teasing you. No type of movement of his fingers inside of you, he just was letting them sit there. Edging you on as you rocked your hips for some form of friction. “Toji.” You whined.

“Use your words, what’d you want?” Toji asked.

“I want you, please I just want you.” You whined before finally feeling his fingers thrust inside you. His thick digits pumped inside you so slowly that you felt like you were turning delirious. You felt lightheaded due to the pleasure you were enduring. Your manicured fingers grabbed at his shirt and you could only cry in pleasure. He didn’t even put his dick inside you and you were already whining for him.

“It feels so good,” You moaned before you’re leaving forward to pepper Toji’s face with subtle kisses.

He chuckles at your actions before curling his fingers inside you causing you to yelp out in pleasure and the grip on his t-shirt to grow tighter. You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you, but the feeling of Toji removing his fingers made you whimper in desperation. You felt so empty without him inside you. Your hips grind in a slow motion on his lap rubbing against the tent in the grey sweatpants he was wearing that were poking at her thighs. Toji’s sultry deep voice rang in your ear, “Use your words baby, what do you want? Hm?” He asked. His fingers that once were inside of you traced soothing circles on your plush thighs while you were practically dry humping him.

“I want you inside of me,” You lifted your head to meet his gaze. “You want to be inside me also, I can feel it.” Your lips curl into a smirk before feeling him quickly peck at your kiss bruised lips.

“Lift up real quick,” He utters.

You lifted slightly and you felt like a cup of putty when you felt Toji’s thick tip brush against your entrance. Your manicured nails dug into Toji’s shoulder blade embracing yourself of the feeling of Toji stretching you out bit by bit. He had a firm grip on your waist while he was tugging you further down to let cock disappear inside you. The intense feeling of finally shoving his cock fully inside you caused Toji’s head to fall back in complete bliss. Your lips quivered before eventually, you let out a sigh of relief.

It felt like you had finally attached yourself to Toji after not seeing him for a while. Your arms snake around his neck to bring him closer as his hand guided you on his lap while you were wearing. You could feel yourself grow wet with each pounce upon Toji’s lap. Your slick coating his cock perfectly as you could hear Toji’s words of praise. His words of telling you how well you were taken his cock and how pretty you looked at the moment. His comments turned you on even more.

Soon you’re using your knees to help Toji gain a rhythm to ride him. You could feel the car rock each time you bottomed down on Toji’s cock. His fingernails dug into the flesh of your soft skin at the feeling of your drooling cunt around his cock. His green eyes twinkled with admiration seeing your beautiful face in this manner. Even though he found himself staring at you on regular days when you were doing simple tasks like doing your makeup or your homework, at this moment he felt his heart grow heavy. The grip on your body got tighter in a way that he was afraid to let you go. That if he did, you would crawl right back to Nanami Kento.

Toji tugged you in a harsh kiss to muffle the sweet tune of you moaning out his name. His hips bucked upward so nicely you could feel yourself feel dizzy. The hold on him was tighter than ever and the howls of his name grew louder. You weren’t even sure which one was louder, your moaning or the explicit sound of skin slapping against each other.

The two of you were so close to cumming. Toji’s fingers bruised your hips with how tightly he gripped at them to help guide you bouncing on his cock. Tears clouded your eyes as you could only moan out his name. You were so close to cumming on his cock and you knew he was so close to cumming also. His head fell back to be met with the headrest, and his black hair that once was combed perfectly stuck to his forehead due to the sweat that decorated his forehead. “You want me to pull out?“ Toji asked and when he felt your lips upon his he just knew the answer to his question.

In the heat of the moment, your walls fluttered around Toji’s member just in time for his thick cum to spritz right inside you. Your orgasm caused your body to go in complete shock while your limbs shook so violently, but that didn’t stop Toji from still thrusting upward, milking out the feeling of you clutching around him.

“Fuck, there we go. Let it all out baby,” He cooed as he slowly guided your hips for you to ride out your orgasm.

Your body fell limp on Toji’s large body. Your head fell upon his shoulder as you were trying to recompose yourself. Your legs felt like a bowl of strawberry Jell-O and you could feel Toji’s cum dripping out of you before feeling his fingers go to fix your underwear completely trapping his cum inside you. You wanted to mentally thank yourself for being on birth control because you did not think adding a baby to the equation would solve anything.

Slowly pulling yourself off his lap to sit back into the passenger seat, you tugged your shorts back on attempting to let the actions that just happened linger in your mind just a bit longer.

To break you out of your thoughts, Toji leaned over from the driver’s side to kiss you once more. “I think we should go out tomorrow night. Just you and me.”

After sex, you saw Toji’s whole demeanor change. The steamy session together seemed to reassure him that he was the only one that you had your eyes on. Even after the session, you felt a chill go down your spine after the events that just happened. Your body is littered with love bites and hickeys and your skin is now imprinted with the scent of sex and Toji’s cologne. You smiled at him, “We can do that. But first, we need to get cleaned up. We made quite a mess in here.” You chuckle.

“Yeah..” Toji laughs as he’s leaning over to reach the glove compartment.

He’s grabbing the small package of cleaning wipes to start wiping stuff down in his car. You did make a mess in his car, but you wouldn’t have chosen another car to have sex in. Nothing was better than moaning out Toji’s name in his black vintage Mustang car.

“I still have some of your clothes at my place from other times you’ve stayed over,” You pointed out before you’re exiting his car.

It didn’t take long before he was following you. He grasped hold of your hand walking into the lobby of your apartment complex like he was the greatest man on earth. A foolish grin on his face as he said hello to the evening front desk clerk. The obvious childish look any man would have after getting pussy. You playfully rolled your eyes jabbing your finger into the elevator button, “Now that it seems you’re in a good mood, I must say that my friends are in my place.” You walked into the elevator dragging him behind you.

“Don’t tell me, he’s up there,” Toji asked.

“He is. We’re just studying, you can just sit in my room or something.” You suggested while pushing the button to the floor you were going to.

You could hear Toji sigh before speaking once more, “I’ll be on my best behavior and just go shower and chill in your room.”

“Thank you. I don’t need to break up any fights between you two.” You started, leaning against the elevator wall.

“I just feel like we’re in a quite serious relationship now where you need to put him in his place. Him answering your phone is considered crossing boundaries now.” Toji said.

You realized that he made a very good point. If Nanami was in a relationship, you would have respected his privacy and boundaries to not even touch his phone to answer a phone call from his girlfriend. “I’ll talk to him. You just gotta promise to be on your best behavior.” You tugged him closer by his shirt to close the gap in between you two.

“Okay.” He places a quick peck on your lips just in time to hear the elevator door swing open.

When you knocked on the door, it was Mei who answered it with a smile. “Ah! Toji!” She jumped in his arms to hug him but soon she backed away eyeing the both of you. “Ew! You two smell like sex.”

“Don’t we?” Toji’s arms wrap around your shoulder and you rolled your eyes to push your way into your apartment.

When Toji stepped into your place, it felt like everything was going in slow motion. Your friends had taken a break from their work and now they were nibbling on the pizza you ordered, but their heads were so quick to snap up when they saw you returned with Toji. You stopped at the living room being sure to stop Toji from instantly barricading himself in your room.

“You guys, this is Toji.” Your hand motioned to your boyfriend who would give your friends a sly wave, but his green hues didn’t move from staring at Nanami.

As you did introductions for each other your friends, Gojo interrupted you instantly when you got to him. “You guys smell like sex.” He said.

“I didn’t want to be the one to say it.” Geto snickered. “But it’s nice to finally meet the guy that’s making our friend all happy and shit.”

Toji glanced at you who would facepalm yourself at their embarrassing words. “We’re going to get cleaned up. Goodbye.”

You and Toji disappeared into your room and you instantly went to search in the one dresser filled with Toji stuff. You gave him a change of clothes and motioned to the bathroom connected to your room. “You know, I wanted to punch him in the face.” Toji bluntly admitted and you rolled your eyes.

“I told you that I was going to talk to him.” You sighed while searching for something to wear yourself.

When the two of you were cleaned up, you watched as he made himself comfortable on your bed. Although he only stayed over at your place a couple of times—you could tell he enjoyed being in your space. You took it upon yourself to go get some food and while you were in the kitchen, Nanami was in the kitchen also. This was the perfect opportunity to set those boundaries. As you grabbed a plate to place the pizza on, you cleared your throat to get his attention from what he was doing. He was sketching something in his sketchbook.

“During the cabin trip, you answered my phone. You know you shouldn’t have done that right?” You asked as your eyes met with him.

You couldn’t read Nanami anymore—you used to be so good at it once. But now, you couldn’t pick up on his body language or the way his eyes looked at you. It frustrated you for some reason. “I’m happy with Toji and I think it’s very important for you to respect that and my boundaries. It’s the least you can do if you’re my friend.”

Nanami sat up on the stool that he was sitting in before swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. “Okay.”

You were taken back by him not arguing about what you said. You felt quite accomplished that you put your foot down.

“I’m sorry about answering your phone also. I thought it over and that was very disrespectful of me.” Nanami adds. His lips parted to speak once again, but nothing came out.

You placed two slices of pizza on the plate before smiling at him, “I accept your apology, let’s just not interfere with each other relationships or flings.” You said.

You gained a hum in agreement before the blonde-haired male went back to sketching in his notebook. You grabbed the plate of food to walk back to your room and once you stepped in you saw Toji quickly end the phone call he was taking. Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as you watch him give you a nervous smile while you pass him the plate of pizza.

“I talked to Nanami and the conversation went quite well,” You said as you sat on the bed.

“Still don’t like him,” He said as he took a bite out of the pizza.

“I know. Who was that on the phone?” You asked out of curiosity.

“Just Naoya being Naoya.” He responded before his green eyes went back to watching something on the television that was mounted on your wall.

The thing is, you no longer could read Nanami now that the romantic sparks no longer were there. Toji now was the guy that caused butterflies to erupt in the pit of your stomach. You now could read him like it was one of your favorite fashion books. You could tell when something was on his mind. You could tell when something was bothering him or when he was agitated. And Of course, you could tell when he was lying.

What was Toji hiding from you?

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KINKTOBER

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DAY 5: Roleplay - The Act Of Acting Out A Scene Or Fantasy

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. exploring kinks with your boyfriend

wordcount. 1.6k+

pairing(s). kento nanami x afab!fem!reader

warning(s). porn with plot, roleplaying, porn with a bit of plot, kitchen sex, counter sex, kissing, foreplay, teasing, nanami and reader are dorks

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"Would you be interested in something like roleplay?"

A bit straight forward but there was no real point in beating around the bush. The both of you were very open with each other so something like discussing kinks had no real shame or embarrassment attached to them. However, the straightforward nature of the both of you can still catch you both off guard, that evident from the visible rose color on your partners cheeks.

"I've never tried something like that," Nanami frowns slightly, "But I wouldn't be opposed to it. I'm... willing to try."

You started to feel your own face heat up as well. "Do you have anything in mind?" You ask.

He chuckles a bit, "I was just about to ask you the same."

"Well, it doesn't have to be anything like super kinky. We are just testing it out." You lean back into your chair and look at him. You wanted him to be the one to suggest an idea. You'd do whatever he asked of you but that was just the thing, he didn't ask for much. The only way he could request something of you is if you led him to it.

"Have you ever thought about... me not being your partner? Like a um, maid or something."

"I don't think I have."

"Okayyy, what about a co-worker type thing? Or I could be your sexy boss? Or you could be my sexy boss~" You wink at him. He shifts in his seat.

"No… It reminds me a bit too much of my old job. At the office."

"What about... married life?"

"I uh. Um." He stutters, shifting in his seat a bit more.

Bingo

"I can pretend to be your little housewife waiting for you when you get home. House is clean.. Dishes are done.. All I have left is to wait for you to come home and ruin me. How does that sound?"

___

You stood at the kitchen sink, bent over a bit to better scrub the dishes in your hand. A white apron tied snug around your body with nothing else on but your underwear.

The front doors lock clicks and the doorknob turns as the door opens, revealing your "husband" dressed in his usual suit. You turn your head back to focus on the dishes as a shiver runs through your body in excitement. Behind you, you could make out the sounds of him laying his briefcase on the floor, putting away his shoes and pulling his suit jacket from his upper body with a hefty sigh.

You decide to speak up, "Good evening, love. How was your day?"

God. He thought. Nothing had even happened yet but the sight of you as the first thing he sees coming home made his pants feel a lot tighter than usual. Like he was some teenage boy that had never seen a woman before, not a grown man who'd been in a relationship for a year and some change.

He swallows, attempting to gather what composure he had left in him. "My day... it was.." He thinks for a moment trying to recollect his memory of the events that occurred. "..fine. As good as it'll get."

You set a dish down and turn to lean on the glossy countertop, the suds and bubbles from your gloves making it a bit wet. You slowly run your tongue over your lips before looking up at Kento through your eyelashes, batting them at him to tease him as he stands on the opposite side of the kitchen's island. He gazed at you in awe, shocked you really went all out in a pretend setting just to help him get his rocks off. The effort you put into genuinely working to please him, to feed into his silly fantasy made him so antsy. The excitement he felt argued with the remaining patience he possessed to ruin the scenario and chase his pleasure. Nanami however wanted to entertain the fantasy a bit more.

"I just... I couldn't wait to come home and see my wife. My lovely wife." The name made his stomach churn, it was almost exhilarating.

"Mmm." You hum. Your legs lead you to Kento, hands falling from the counter top to your sides as your hips sway with every step. His mouth goes dry watching you. "Love, come to me. Please."

His hands drift to your lower back as soon you reach him with his thumbs rubbing your sides. Just as soon as you’re chest to chest with one another you bring him into a kiss, guiding him by his silky blond hair. Your hands dragged down his body, your fingers tracing over every dip and curvature of his broad and muscular shoulders, tracing down the slope of his collarbone to his large pectorals that flexed under your touch.

With your lips still attached you slowly rid him of his button down collared shirt and let it drift to the floor. His bare skin now exposed, you continued to feel up his body, his flesh already hot to the touch. "Come. Up on the counter." He breathlessly guided you, lifting you by your hips to assist you in sitting on the marble countertop. His gentle fingers looped around your underwear as he slid them down your moisturized legs, shivers arising on your skin when you felt the feathery touch of the fabric flow down your body. Along with it came Kento's puffy lips kissing down your leg as to silently praise your figure.

When he returns to your face your tongues intertwine, moving around each other as you gasp in his mouth when a stray finger comes to your now bare pussy. He rubs it lightly, barely applying any real pressure making your hips move into him. "What do you want? Tell me."

You seeth through your teeth at a sudden pressure change, completely forgetting what Nanami said to you as you bucked into him.

"C'mon. Speak for me, my love." He whispers.

You gasp then speak, "I want- I want you Kento. Inside me, please."

Almost instantly, his pants were discarded, thrown somewhere to be forgotten. His unbuttoned shirt however stayed on him. Whether it was purposeful or not, his striped sleeves being rolled up over his forearms made you clench a bit.

His boxers were also quickly rid of. His cock now out in front you with its tip drooling with arousal. A groan erupts from his throat when he slides into you, your cunt so wet it felt as though you were purposefully sucking him in.

Slow and deep thrusts began as Kento found a pace that eased your walls. His blond hair fell out of place and onto his forehead. Each huff he puffed blew the hair stand up before they fell back down. His eyes were slightly cracked open with his brows in a deep furrow. His cheeks were as flushed as if he'd been drinking and his mouth hung open as he steadily breathed. He looked ethereal when he was in a state of need for you.

Pulling out suddenly, he flips you over, your exposed back facing his chest now. Your hips met Kento's as nipped at your shoulder, with his pointed nose delved into the crook of your neck. His pace sped at the new position. Holding your hips he reached new corners of your vagina. Spongy walls pulsating around his cock at all angles as huffed in your ear, an occasional whine blessing you.

You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, rubbing against every part of your walls, balls slapping against your quavering folds with every rough thrust he gave. You felt Kento's breath stagger on the back of your neck and his tired hips stuttered. You felt his pace progressively become more animalistic, hammering away at your quivering cunt. His hand traveled up your body, stopping to grope your breasts through the apron's fabric before continuing and wrapping his strong hand around your throat, pulling your body back into his hips. Everything felt so erotic, so stimulating that you could just go limp in his arms and let him fold you in any way he pleased.

Your body felt heavier as you neared your edge. Your arms weaken as euphoria crept up your shaken body. Your moans and all the lewd sounds your body created reverberated in the room, bouncing off the kitchens walls and back into your own ears. You catch your reflection in the stove across from you. You saw how far out Nanami pulled his penis and how deep he drove it back in. How tightly you clamped around him and how he reacted to each and every sudden squeeze of your cunt. All that you could feel on your body and inside you, you could see on display in front of you.

Your puffy clit felt numb in pleasure making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else. Nanami's dick pulsating inside of you, his balls feeling heavy as they tightened. You gripped the countertop's edge for dear life with all the strength you could muster, your knees aching under you while the rest of your legs had no feeling left in them. Nanami chest heaved as oxygen felt harder to gather. His stomach churned from the erotic sounds that echoed throughout the kitchen as he swallowed from the rasp of his groans.

Finally the both of you came, euphoric pleasure completely blinding you, ripping a hearty moan from your throat. Relief washed over him making chills run down every inch of his muscular body. The sigh he let out had only one thought racking through his brain.

We have to do this again.

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a/n: i feel like i didn’t indulge in the roleplay part of this as much as i should’ve. honestly a missed opportunity to refer to nanami as hubby. Also sorry for the abrupt ending, i wasn’t really sure how to end this one

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kesshavx · 3 months

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Confessions

this was rushed...so forgive me for for mistakes gays!! (Totally didnt mean guys)

It was another typical Monday morning at the café where Y/N worked. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of buttery pastries. Among the regular customers, there was one who stood out - Nanami Kento. He was a tall, handsome man with a calm demeanor and a sharp, analytical gaze that always seemed to be observing everything around him.

Nanami was a regular at the café, always ordering the same thing - a black coffee and a ham and cheese croissant. Y/N couldn't help but notice him. There was something about his quiet confidence that drew her in. Yet, she had no idea that she had caught his attention as well.

One day, as Y/N was busy wiping down tables, she noticed Nanami walking in. However, something was different this time. He was holding a bouquet of beautiful red roses. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as he walked towards her.

"Y/N," Nanami began, his voice steady and calm. "I've been coming to this café for quite a while now, and it's not just for the coffee or the croissants. It's because of you."

Y/N could feel her cheeks flushing as she looked at him, surprised. She was speechless, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I've grown fond of you, Y/N," Nanami continued, looking at her with sincerity in his eyes. "I admire your hard work and your kindness towards others. I find myself drawn to your positive energy and your smile that brightens up this café every day."

He held out the bouquet of roses to her. "I wanted to confess my feelings for you in a place that's special to both of us. So, Y/N, would you give me the honor of being more than just a regular customer?"

Y/N, blushing and smiling, accepted the roses. "Yes, Nanami. I would love that."

And so, in the midst of the bustling café, a new love story began to brew. It was a moment that neither of them would ever forget - a moment as warm and comforting as a cup of coffee on a chilly morning.

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screampied · 14 days

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໒꒱ ₊˚ ‘ F★CK ME LIKE U WANT ME ! ’﹒

𐚁̸ sum. how the jjk men fuck—feat. gojo, geto, choso, nanami, toji.

𐚁̸ warnings. fem! reader, size kink, hair pulling, hitting it raw, face sitting, manhandling, impact play, degradation, squírting, faking it, spit, overstim, breeding, choking, mdni.

☆ NANAMI KENTO fucks like he’ll never see you again.

he loathes his dreadfully long work hours more than anything, spending time away from you was like a death sentence to him—all he knew at the end of the day was that he missed you, he missed his wife. the moment he’s buried deep inside you, interlocking his fingers with yours—it feels like pure bliss. “hey,” he’d breathe, and for a moment you feel his weight press against you. he’s hovering, you’re in the classic missionary position. he feels warm, tenderly hot inside. you then instinctively wrap your legs around his waist with your arms slinging around his shoulders. “my love,” he kisses near your neck, starting up a frantic yet sensual pace again. “oh, how i missed you,” and he kisses near your chin. “mwah,” he concludes before you feel his knees spread a bit more wider for a more better base. “keep those eyes up here—i missed my girl,” and he says it again and again until it sounds like a mantra.

“i missed you more.” you’d coo out in a soft voice, the back of your heel gingerly running down his back. your knees open, nanami’s kneeling between your legs and you moan at his sloppy yet erotically risqué thrusts. his sweet rotating rhythm was the icing on the cake.

“oh, honey that’s just impossible,” he’d purr in a honeyed voice, a big hand pressing against your tummy. “tell me one thing though,” he hums, and the more you listen to his voice—the more melodic it sounds to you. “when i press . . here, do you feel me or do you feel our future baby?”

a candied moan runs out your mouth before you cling onto his hips that continue to delve in and out of you. he’s piercing straight into you at full speed, you merely get whiplash from it all.

he was so thick, so hefty…

the stretch made your mind speed run, he knew just the right spots to drive into. your gummy walls clamp down on him tightly, and he bites his lip at the way your loving cunt keeps him continuously hostage. every time, he’s forevermore entangled with nothing but your warmth. bodies on bodies, he liked being on top of you—the shared warmth of his skin brushing against yours, it sends you and him both various amounts of secretive inevitable shivers.

“future baby?” you inhale with a sheepish grin, his body, the way it strenuously rocks against you in such sync makes you fall more and more and love with him. “you want another baby, kento?”

“i want a whole family with you,” he murmurs in a quavering breath, leaning up close to you to nip a few sugared kisses near the corner of your neck. glacé, a perfect word to describe your taste—in nanami’s eyes, you were the sweetest treat anyone could get their hands upon. to him, you never failed to taste so appetizing, he loves more than anything to softly run his tongue near the very inner parts of your neck. he gives it a few concise sucks, meanwhile he’s still got you right where he wants you. his cock’s idly jackhammering in and out of you and you’re holding him close with the most harmonic sounds leaving the back of your throat. “you’re such a good mommy. whenever this tummy’s all round ‘n plump, it’s so pretty,” and he brings another kiss near your lips. “you’re pretty, my love.”

the very back of your heel continues to skim down his back. nanami’s muscles tense a bit from your touch and he steadies his pace for a bit.

“let’s m-make another baby then,” you stammer, his cologne scent making you a bit dizzy. he always smelled so good, his fragrant was so loud, forever reaching your nostrils the more he’s getting himself closer and closer. nanami loves the feeling of your touch, the way your hands grab onto him—pulling him closer so he can be more thorough with his deep deep strokes. he adores it.

more importantly, he adores you.

he’s panting heavily, a few strands of sweat beads race down the corners of his forehead before he kisses you once more. after a lengthy amorous kiss, he departs with a cute flushed expression and you moan. “you’re always such a good daddy too, kento.”

“. . . oh, i try to be the best for my gorgeous wife, after all.”

nanami’s words dripped with tenderness and warmth. as the bed creaks, creating a mere harmony within itself—he feels himself coming close, he knows it. blond strands of his begin to stick and glue to his forehead from the sweat that already coats his skin. “m-my love,” he suddenly says, and his grip on your hand tightens, still intertwining his fingers with yours. “i’m gonna give you so much—sooo much,” and he kisses the top of your forehead. “you’re gonna look even more stunning once you’re done being f-filled.”

“k—kento.” you’d whine, feeling his heavy base thwack against you consistently. you could tell by the sheer hits against your cunt, he was full of incoming ropes of seed.

his breathing becomes heavy and as his kegals flex and flex. a few long extended amounts of seconds pass before he finally finishes. his tip radiates with a feeling of hotness, and once he starts to flood the inside of your pussy with strings of his load—he lets off a cute strained moan himself. “f-fuck,” he’d huff out in a short breath, and even his swears were cute. nanami’s hooded eyes stare at you, and he leans against your chest, still plugging you up. feeling his cum trickle into you furthermore, nanami then slithers a hand down your tummy. “oh, m—my gorgeous girl. now we wait.”

☆ GOJO fucks like it’s the end of the world.

“yeah so angel, we’re gonna like die in five days.”

“what?”

“i read this article earlier—the world’s ending ‘n i also just so happened to stumble across this position i wanted to try on ya.”

“……”

with gojo, it’s always abruptly unforeseen moments such as these. he’s so unserious, if unserious was a person—it’d be satoru gojo.

yet, that’s all it took because it doesn’t take long before you’re literally being stretched out to the very fullest. with your legs thrown up in the air, just dangling and dangling over your shoulders like an earring, you’re whimpering your head off.

“o-oh my god, s—satoruuuu,” you’d babble out, and he’s got you in a full nelson. in the flesh, this position was practically known for having someone feel everything. each nerve, each pulse, you felt it all.

with a clouded mind and a stuffed cunt, you felt like you’re residing in cloud nine. your mouth was just stupidly hung open—you were sure a few strands of your spit were about to run past you’re lips and you whine. “you’re so d-deep, ‘s good, more.”

he’s laid back all lazy like, manspread with you all on top of him. gojo feels his thighs ache a bit from the rough repetitive slams your cunt makes against him before he groans huskily. “s-shittt,” and his arms lock around your neck. the sounds your cunt makes in retaliation were so lewd. soaked and oh so sopping wet.

you were dripping profusely, drenching his lap with nothing but your pool of sweet arousal. “clampin’ all on me, such a nasty g—girl.”

each time your pussy flings down against his lap over and over, it sends multiple shockwaves all throughout your body—so many shockwaves. you’re hot and bothered, he brings a hand down to grab near your right tit, giving it a soft firm squeeze.

“so cute. how deep do you feel me, angel? grab my hand ‘n show me. i wanna know where my girl feels the most stuffed.”

hesitatingly, you grab onto his wrist leading it towards the very lower part of your tummy—he hums a sweet tune, nearly having you in a headlock before you mewl out.

“feel you here, ‘toru,” and you feel your knees sink. he’s so deep, the stretch has your mouth salivating before you gasp. the pointed tip of his cock prods near your clit, causing you to shudder within his hold. “s—satoru, fuck, f-fuckkk.” you’d whine out, and your voice pitches just a bit more. your entire body feels warm, it’s rising temperature the more he’s got your cunt buried to the hilt with his thick cock. a few specks of white hair that coats near his base tickles and titillates against your ass each time you mercilessly plop back down. the air’s growing heavy and stuffy. you can barely even process that a familiar feeling was concurrently arising.

“upsie fuckin’ daisey,” he groans, lifting you up just a bit more. he was so strong, well considering he technically is considered to be the strongest. the strongest in bed for sure—gojo’s got his legs parted, and he’s just dumping such mean inches in and out of your cunt. you swallow him up within your walls every time. his stallion-like stamina was purely out of this world, not showing an ounce of fatigue. “so w-hot ‘n cozy inside f’me, gonna make me cum quick, angel.”

his voice was starting to get a bit trembly and whiny.

breathing patterns irregular and picking up—he was close. although, your release ends up coming straight away, so abruptly quick to where you don’t even get a moment to breathe. it literally takes your breath away—it’s so quick you have to blink thrice.

your body, its first initial response was to vigorously shake upon impact. you gush out, and you hear yourself squelch—surprised that that even came out of you before you slump way back against gojo’s bare chest. he pauses, holding your hips in place before with a sigh, he snickers a cocky, “hm, did you just . . squirt on me, baby?”

alas, there’s no reply—cute.

so much volume came out, it felt incredible. the pressure makes you whimper out louder while still being laid back against him with his twitching cock hidden inside your pussy. he stood still, and yet you still felt the pure stretch mend your walls in place. gojo’s hand slowly reaches down between your legs before feeling near your now sopping wet cunt.

“well shit, you messy girl. you really did squirt on me huh,” and he sounds more playful than usual. gojo finally puts your legs down and then he lifts you up once more, making you rest against him. pressing a wet kiss near the corner of your neck, he whispers, a lengthy finger gradually inserting between your folds. with a hushed whisper, he murmurs, “now that i know you’re a little super soaker, do that for me again, yeah? let’s play with that little squirt velocity of yours for just a bit.”

☆ TOJI fucks like he hates you.

when toji fucks, he fucks.

toji’s mean—an asshole, practically the human embodiment of the seven-lettered word. sure, he loves you. but at this particular moment, it’s like he hates your guts. ironic, considering he was actually deep in them, stirring them up in such a rough spiteful way.

“arch the fuck over more. even i can do better than that, girl,” he indignantly grouses, a hand grips a good handful of your hair whilst he’s just rudely pounding into you. he could arch better than you? truth be told, as you’re moaning your head off while being pounded full of his thick inches from behind, you giggle. toji spanks you, his palm kissing against your ass and you bite your lip from the after-effect of the sting. “giggle giggle ass girl. the fuck is so funny,” and he deepens his thrusts—a gasp lets out from the back of your throat once he smushes his weight against you.

prone bone, one of his favorites.

if toji really wanted to, he’d lean up so close and do his most treasured move—simply putting a foot near the back of your neck. it was so lewd, you’d moan whenever you feel the very back of his sock run against your neck. such a lazy way, a foot pressed against the back of your head while he’s just gifting you with mean thrusts while you’re on all fours. “uh huh. yeah, ‘s what the fuck i thought.”

“you’re the one saying you can a—arch better than me,” you whine, your voice was shaky but he could tell you were holding back laughter. you were playing with fire, especially at a lewd moment like this. he’s deep inside, the tip of his angry cock mashing against each and every corner of your cunt before you’re about to burst. “if you can arch better than me then prove i—”

“. . . listen here bitch,” toji grumbles, feeling his eye twitch.

he tugs just a bit harder on your hair. your back arch was simply immaculate. sitting upright, your palms sat against the sheets of the bed, bawling them up before you felt his free hand grip your waist steadfastly. toji leans right up to your ear before muttering in a low raspy voice. “you know, babygirl. sure do got a lot of talk for someone who struggles to take me every damn time.”

he’s got you there, you swallow before feeling a brief sharp pivot of his hips.

everything was just downright filthy. his strokes had you gasping for air practically—meticulously, he makes sure to hit every spot. his aim was thorough and precise, making sure to hit everywhere like the insides of your cunt was his target. your pussy incessantly clenches every few seconds and it makes him groan. the necklace chain that wraps around his neck tickles your back, the way it runs against your skin makes you metaphorically fold. the material of it skims down your tense muscles and you think you’re so close you could taste your sweet release on the very tips of your tastebuds.

“c—cum, ‘m gonna cum, toji.” you suddenly whimper, feeling the brusque twitch of your right thigh. with your teeth shattering, he continues to maintain a firm grip—this time, his hand placement lowers towards your neck. it gives him a good amount of leverage before he tilts his hips forward. once he does that, he thrashes his angry plump cockhead against your folds and the whine you choke out was immaculate. “f-fuck, cumming.”

toji pauses—something wasn’t right, he knew your body and how it responded to him.

the silence was straight-up deadly. your heart races while he’s still inside, you feel him twitch whilst he’s still buried deep into you and it feels so raw. “oh, girl i know the fuck you didn’t,” he grits, and he pulls out almost immediately. literally the definition of a sassy man—you could hear the bitter annoyance lingering on his tone before he flips you over, making you stare right into his dark viridescent colored eyes. “faking orgasms today yeah? you’re on a roll today.”

“i— i didn’t fake it.” you pout, not fond of the way you were suddenly empty from him pulling straight out. you wanted to be full, but you also wanted to act like a bit of a brat. “it was real.”

“sure,” he rasps, and he suddenly gets up—you’re confused, actually quite close to your finish despite you faking it the first initial time and he casually just reaches for the remote, switching the tv on. “while ya work on making y’erself finish, i’m gonna catch up on shameless.”

“are you serious?” you pant, and he very much is. he’s getting all comfy underneath the silk sheets, lazily throwing his feet up before the dim ‘who’s watching’ prompt for netflix appears. he scrolls on his assigned name which was displayed of ‘old dirty bastard with a few racks.’

“dead serious. heh, now shut up, princess. fiona ‘n lip are speaking.”

☆ CHOSO fucks like it’s the last time.

it’s an ongoing thing for him.

he loves you more than life itself—so for him to have you straddling him, taking in every inch of your gorgeous figure, he had to give you at least one more orgasm. it was the least he could do.

“i love you.” he says, and he repeats it again and again.

once choso says those words—he never hesitates, not even once. with the way your hips rotate, he’s already about to lose all sorts of composure. big rough hands of his grip and attach near your waist to help slam you up and down his pulsating cock. “i— i love you. i love the way you always m-make me feel.”

“i love you too,” you’d say in a short breath, a snatching wind nearly takes your breath away as you feel yourself clench and tighten against him. “babyyy,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. “you can touch me more, it’s okay.”

his lip quivers. with a needy look in his eyes, he cutely releases a surprised sigh of relief. “o-oh, thank you. i was gonna ask but i didn’t know if you’d want me to.”

“choso, you’re literally inside of me and you’re shy to ask to touch me?” you tease, sneaking a kiss near the corner of his lips.

a tint of sheer embarrassment rises to his face before he sheepishly smiles, softly running his fingertips against your hips. “oh yeah. r-right,” and you start to rotate your hips even further. your impactful rhythm has him weak, the grinding that you’re doing also has him in an utter chokehold. choso’s speechless—he’s more of a whiner than you, he tries to even suppress his moans by biting his lip but it’s to no use. you’re leaning forward, sliding your hands down his chiseled chest before he whimpers. “you’re so sexy when you touch me,” and then he cutely gasps. “ah, sexy—i mean, breathtaking.”

“you’re adorable,” you titter, and he feels the warmth of your own chest pressing all up against him. he really was though, he’s very gentle with his touch—the way his fingers wander, choso’s heart races a mile a minute. as he’s still massaging your gummy walls with the lengthy size of his cock, he sighs himself. “close, baby?”

he nods, literally melting from your touch.

choso feels abnormally warm—he only wants more of you, he can’t help but inch his face towards you before bringing you into an idyllically deep kiss. it’s passionate, a few poking out strands that ran down his face pricks against your skin and you moan right into his mouth. as you’re rocking into him at such a pace, he touches more. you do the same, a finger trailing down his v-line, his pecs, everywhere. further and further.

“. . . you touching me—” he breaks away, glossy lips starting to stain with his gleaming saliva. he looks so pretty, his dark eyelids start to lower and he whimpers once his cock sits still. you’re practically doing all the work like this, grinding back and forth while he lies back. “you touchin’ me, ‘s gonna make me cum, princess. i— i feel so hot when you touch me.”

“you’re always hot when i do anything,” you tease, sneaking another kiss near the edge of his mouth. choso’s breathing heavier than usual before he feels himself start to pulse—his dick twitches inside and you hear him gasp once he squeezes your hips forward. he’s about to fill you up, he even gives you a glossy eyed stare, pursing his lips as if he’s merely asking permission and with a stroke of a thumb near his lips, you murmur. “it’s okay, give it to me, baby. fill me up.”

he whines, mentally preparing himself before choso feels his thighs tighten. your cunt’s gripping down against him so tight, his jaw clenches. stingy, you had him in an entire hold.

“f— fuckkk, ‘s so much coming. you’re gonna milk me like you always do, princess,” and with his eyes shut, he’s hugging your body against him solidly before seconds later, he cums. it comes out in spurts— such sweltering stringy ropes, he’s taken aback and his moans against your ear only makes you more aroused. you could listen to choso whine into your ear all day, he’s shaking underneath you and he obviously needs a moment. his black hair was all ruffled and messy before he’s still feeling himself emit filthy amounts of seed into your cunt. “s—so good,” he groans, and for a second, his voice gets a bit raspy. “baby,” he swallows, feeling himself burn up—you straddling him like this, frail arms wrap around his shoulders whilst giving him the most sly stare. he felt like he was gonna explode, you were even more warm and toasty inside now that he’s stuffed you full. “marry me,” he suddenly says. “marry me, princess.”

“i’m already your wife, silly,” you tease, he’s still pumping you full of his never-ending amounts of hot cum. you kiss near the twitching right side of his lip before purring. “too worn out to remember?”

he moans, giving your ass a needy squeeze before he throws his head back. “let’s marry again, and again, and again then. s—so i can fill you up like this all the time. i— i want you, i love you,” and then he reaches between your thighs to feel against your cunt, skimming his fingertips against his own strings of cum that painted the inner entrance of your pussy. “i love her just as much,” and then he gasps. “oh … baby, you didn’t even finish.”

☆ GETO fucks like he hasn’t eaten all day.

“less talking, more sitting on my face,” is all he says with the most lust-driven gaze.

a good way for geto to rewind from a long day is to simply be between your plush thighs. it’s his favorite pastime, hell—probably his only pastime.

you’re barely hovering over his mouth by this point—sheeny glossy lips ready to slurp you dry before he hums, a few slender fingers of yours brushing against your hips before you speak, “only if you let me pull on your hair again.”

“ah, you know you can always do that. i keep it extra long just for you, baby.”

your heart swoons—you slowly sit down, positioning your pussy against his mouth, making sure he has a bit of room to breathe before geto gradually creates one single lick against your folds. sopping, you were already soaked and his moist tongue only made matters ten times worse.

“f-fuck,” you’d moan, keeping all eyes on his the entire time. irises of yours dilate immediately the moment you watch geto start to kiss all near the crevices of your shaky legs—only to then suck his lips against your swollen needy clit. he grunts, already feeling a tent creep up in his sweats. your hips move on its own, starting to slowly grind against his face.

back and forth, back and forth…

it was so hypnotic.

you were so hypnotic.

“mhm,” he grunts hoarsely, cupping his mouth near the very top part of your slit — he’s savoring your sweetened taste entirely, lapping the flat of his tongue everywhere. your entrance dampens his chin already and he sneers, licking near the corners of his mouth. such a sloppy man, his tongue then swiftly runs against your hood before it starts to flick and jerk at a much more rapid speed. “move those—hips, ride my fuckin’ face ‘n pull on my hair, pretty girl.”

he’s eating you out so good you’re already feeling a sudden rush shoot through you. you follow what he says exactly, creating a decent rhythm with your hips—he’s so pretty like this too, black lashes half open or just about closed.

geto was already pussy-drunk, that much was to tell. “o-okay, suguuu,” you’d whimper, and you grabbed an ample amount of his tangled strands, giving him a brief hard yank. he always gets hard once you tug on his hair, his head briefly forwards further into your cunt and he chuckles—warm breath fanning against your clit. “right there, sugu. s-spit on it.”

“anything for the princess,” he says between sharp breaths. you’re slowly rocking your hips against his face—feeling the soft tip of his nose brush up and down repeatedly against your dripping entrance before he departs just to spit right on your pussy. he brings a hand to smear it all between your folds, all the while a tongue slides against his own lips and oh he’s hungry. hungry for you. “damn. she just gets more sloppier every fuckin’ time. should be a crime to be this soaked, baby.”

and you whimper, watching with glossy eyes as he laps up his saliva—coating your slick entrance with a plethora of chaste kisses shortly afterward.

it's lustrous, so shiny.

geto makes sure to study your body if its entirety. the way your breathing dramatically picks up and the harder and sloppier your thrusts against his mouth becomes. you’re coming close and he’s much well aware, “yeah,” he utters, and it’s in the mere form of a question. “already, hm? you gonna make a mess on me so i can clean you right back up?”

“y— yes,” you moan, the tugging on his hair only getting rougher. pant after pant escapes through your lips before he starts to playfully nibble right on your clit. a finger of his slowly inserts into you and you clench around it, feeling a few steady pulses before that’s right when you gasp. ultimately, you end up finishing after a few minutes—so much so, that your eyes were all hazy, rolling to the very backs of your are and you whimper loudly, still grinding against his face.

“. . . ooooh,” he hums, a right hand of his that tucks behind you, giving your ass a concise squeeze. once he sits back up again, geto peers into you with a sly amused gaze before giving your cunt one more kiss. “now give me one more, ‘m still not satisfied with my meal, sweetheart.”

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