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˗ˏˋGetting your nails done with the same design as Nanami’s tie.´ˎ˗

Just got my nails done… WHO WANTS THEIR DICK SUCKED? This idea has been in my head ever since I saw those nails with Sukuna’s markings on them. That but with my husband…

You get your nails done all of the time, today wasn’t any different. You left your husband with a kiss on the cheek and a ‘I’ll be back later.’ Before bouncing out of the house.

“Kento!” You chirp, hands hidden behind your back as you walk into his little home office. Nanami pushes his glasses up into his hair, blond locks perfectly styled like the rest of him is. He pushes back in his chair, patting his knee, “let’s see them.” He says, a small smile on his lips. He loves how excited you get when you come home— all bright and bubbly as you show him your new set.

“Close your eyes.” You urge, perching on his lap. You’re practically buzzing with excitement. You lean back against his chest, extending your arms out, your shiny new nails on display. “Okay. Open.”

You’re grinning from ear to ear, wiggling your fingers excitedly. “Cute right?” You turn to face him, gently pulling on his tie, the patterns melting into one. “Now we match!”

At first he loved them in a pure way, taking your hand in his and kissing your fingers. He loved how happy you were, loved how you wanted to share that with him, he loved everything about it. You spent most of your time looking at them, flexing your fingers and admiring your nails when you weren’t doing anything. ‘This might be my favorite set.’ You’d say— and he has to agree. They make everything look better in your grasp, a warm mug of coffee, a book, hell even a stack of papers looked good when you held them. Those innocent actions soiled in his mind over a short time.

He didn’t even make it two days before he was begging to see your pretty little hands wrapped around his cock. Pre cum dribbles down his shaft as you look up at him, your fingers lazily stroking up and down.

He was right— you nails look a lot better when you have his cock in your hand. Even better when you have his sticky cum dripping off your digits as you hurry to lick your fingers clean. Or he loves to see them buried inside of yourself before he fucks you, eyes glued to the pop of color against your skin.

And when your hands are balled into the sheets? Sinful. But his favorite has to be when his tie is wrapped tightly around your fingers, you yank on it with every brutal thrust of his hips. Or maybe it’s when his shove your fingers into his mouth to shut him up. His hot tongue sliding between the digits as he moans around them. When you pull them out and bring them to his cock, hand flying over the shaft until a creamy white ring forms at the base— maybe that’s his favorite.

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Perv!Suguru

cw: MDNI under cut, afab!reader, implied plus sized reader, panty thief, silent obsession, accidental voyeurism, a little degradation if you squint but mostly praise, scent kink(?), overstimulation, teasing, creampie, super brief darcyphilia mention

In-between fic writing I started thinking about weird pervy Suguru. He’s your friend! So what if he sneaks your dirty panties… so what if he thinks things about you he definitely shouldn’t… so what! It’s not weird that he gets hard just by sitting next to you. Right?

Perv!Suguru who has been obsessed with you since the day he met you. Latching onto your every word, doing whatever it takes to get closer to you— you obviously don’t know his ulterior motives.

Perv!Suguru who always jumps at the opportunity to hang out with you. Out for coffee? He’s there. A small friendly get together? He’s on his way. A dinner party at your house? He’s there early to help you set up.

Perv!Suguru who admires you every chance he gets. He loves to watch you talk to your friends, the way your eyes light up as the rest of the world slips away, the way your lips curl into a radiant smile. He could eat you alive— the way he just wants to cling to you, pinch your arms, bite your cheeks, the overwhelming urge to just cling to you. Hell, if there was a way to bury under your skin and live within you he would.

Perv!Suguru who acts surprised when you tell him you think you’re losing your mind. “I’m either misplacing all of my clothes or I’m going fucking crazy.” You say over the phone, looking at your basically empty underwear drawer.

Perv!Suguru who had a pair of your missing panties wrapped around his leaky cock as you complain over the phone. You really shouldn’t leave your bedroom door open so often. Most times when he says he’s going to the bathroom he’s really just taking advantage of the moment— quickly rifling through your dirty hamper, stuffing the panties in his pocket before joining you in the living room again like nothing even happened. His voice is even as he pumps the lacy fabric up and down his sensitive flesh, fighting to suppress a groan as he listens to your voice, hanging off of your every word.

Perv!Suguru who takes full advantage of your love of cuddles, wrapping his arms around you, large hands splayed over your plush belly as you rest your back against his chest. You cuddle all of your friends, but he likes to think you save the more intimate ones for him— sitting on his lap, laying on top of him, you always end up pressed up against him in a way that has him having to readjust his pants. Little do you know— when his palm is pressed to your lower belly, his thump and and pinky extended at an angle— he’s measuring you, seeing how much of his cock you could take before you felt him in your guts.

Perv!Suguru who stopped by your place a little too early one time. You didn’t respond to his texts so he tried the door and after he saw it was unlocked he just let himself in. It’s not the first time he’s done it, sometimes you’re too distracted to hear your phone ding, it’s no big deal. He walks to your living room, listening to the sound of silence, wondering where the hell you could be— and then he heard it. You’re soft breathy moans that slice through the quiet. He peaked through your cracked bedroom door. The sight of you laying on your bed, head stacked against a mountain of pillows so he has the perfect view of your pleasure scrunched face, thighs spread wide with your perfect fingers buried knuckle deep in your cunt.

Perv!Suguru who couldn’t help but palm himself through his jeans as he watched your juices dribble down you ass and stain your sheets. Fuck he shouldn’t be watching you touch yourself and he certainly shouldn’t be unzipping his jeans, quietly pulling his aching cock out to stroke it in time with your little thrusts. He bites the collar of his shirt— though he can’t imagine you would be able to hear him, not with the sounds you’re making and the wet squelch of your cunt sucking your fingers in deeper.

Perv!Suguru who maked a quick get away before you came, not trusting himself enough to be able to stay quiet when he finally saw your face twist in pleasure. He goes back to his car, leaning against the stressing wheel for support as he fists his cock. That moment is at the front of his mind every day since. Each time he sees you all he can see is you fucking yourself with a desperate hunger it makes his stomach drop and his dick spring to life.

Perv!Suguru who can’t even cuddle you normally anymore. His chin is propped up on your shoulder as you watch a movie on his couch, the scent of your skin driving him insane. He subtly leans down, his nose brushing against the smooth skin of your neck, his lips pressed against your warm skin. He breaths you in, ignoring how his pants get uncomfortably tight— the only thing that matters is your scent ingraining itself into his mind.

Perv!Suguru who stiffens in fear when you scoot back, your ass accidentally pressing against the bulge in his jeans. His ears burn when you turn around, your eyes wide and your lips parted in a silent question.

Perv!Suguru who can’t remember how it happened— yeah sure it started with that dreaded “is that what I think it is?” question, but he can’t recall when the kissing started— all he knows is that the way you fit against him is heaven. Your hips straddle his waist, hands tangled in his dark hair as he ravages your mouth with his. His fingers dig into your hips in an attempt to distract him from the l insatiable need to buck up into you. He wants to taste every inch of your skin, find the places that have you whimpering, he wants to feel you tremble as he sinks his teeth into you. He wants and wants and wants.

Perv!Suguru who thinks he might actually cum in his pants the second he tastes you. His hands spread you apart, pressing hard into the squishy flesh of your thighs as you grip his hair for support. His warm wet tongue dips inside before licking a long stripe up to your clit, his lips latching around the throbbing bud. He loved the way you tremble, the way you cry out his name as he pushes a finger inside only to set an agonizingly slow pace.

Perv!Suguru who quickly realizes how much wetter you get when he praises you. He rests his cheek against your thigh, two fingers pumping lazily inside of you as his hot breath fans against your dripping cunt. “I know baby,” he coos, fingers curling to hit that spongy spot inside, “I know I’m being so mean, but look at how messy you’re getting. Such a good girl for me.”

Perv!Suguru who makes you cum twice before he even thinks about himself. His pulse races as you take him out of his jeans, shaky hands undoing his belt and tugging down his zipper before pulling them down his toned thighs. His fingers comb through your hair as you look at the massive tent in his boxers, groaning as you press your palm against it. You ogle the damp patch, sticky with pre-cum from simply eating you out and listening to you fall apart for him. It’s pathetic, he knows it is, but fuck, the way you’re looking up at him has his cock throbbing.

Perv!Suguru who thinks he might die as watches you press a gentle kiss to the head of his cock, licking the shiny pre-cum from your lips before taking him into your mouth with a hum. It’s sinful the way your lips wrap around him, stretching to accommodate his girth. The late nights he spent jerking himself off to the thought of you on your knees doesn’t even compare to the real thing. Your wet hot tongue circling around his leaky tip before you swallow him deeper.

Perv!Suguru who doesn’t trust himself to touch you right now. His hands are balled into fists as the head of his cock kisses the back of your throat. He feels you gags, sees the little tears forming on your lashes, and all he wants to do you pull you even closer. His nails bite into his palms as you flatten your tongue, the feeling of it brushing against the base of his cock sends shivers up his spine.

Perv!Suguru who carries you to his bedroom, laying you on your back before prying apart your thighs apart with a bruising force. He can’t waste another second, not when his cock is gliding lewdly between your slick puffy folds. Not when you’re grasping his arms for support. Not when he’s been longing for this moment for far too long.

Perv!Suguru who fears he’ll cum too soon the second he’s sliding into you. He watches, transfixed on the way your sloppy hole stretched around his fat cock. The angry red tip vanishing with a soft squelch as you suck him farther inside with a breathy moan.

Perv!Suguru who doesn’t set a brutal pace immediately. The first few moments are so slow, his lips pressed against your throat as you gasp, fingers buried in his raven locks, thighs trembling around his hips. It all crumbled away the second you ask him begged him to fuck you. His hips piston into yours, hard thrusts that have the bed squeaking under you. He can’t get enough of you, eyes trailing up and down your body as you’re jostled with every thrust. The way your tits bounce, the way your thighs ripple, the look on your face as you throw your head back, hands clawing at the sheets.

Perv!Suguru who switches between saying the sweetest praises to the filthiest things. “Look at you, Princess.” He purrs, hips rolling lazily against yours after you cum again. Your body shakes as he presses a kiss to your palm before holding your hand in his, “you look so beautiful. Taking me so well.” To— “Fuck!” He groans, cock hammering into you. He presses his hand to your lower belly, a smirk curling his lips when you whimper, “awe, you feel that? Feel how fucking deep I am?” He takes your hand, pressing it to the same spot. Even if you can’t feel it from the outside you sure as hell can feel it from the inside. The pressure has your legs shaking, a coil snapping deep inside of you as you gush around him. “So you can feel it—“ he teases, leaning forward, the shift in angle allowing him to fuck into you deeper. “Gonna squirt all over my cock? Come on baby, I know you can do it.”

Perv!Suguru who wishes he’d confessed to you sooner. Not only because he wants to worship you every single day but because the feeling of your tight cunt is a crazy bonus. He presses his lips against yours, drinking down your moans like its water. The feeling of your chest pressed against his as he fucks into you, your knees hooked over his shoulders— it all has you cumming around him for the nth time.

Perv!Suguru who quickly discovers he loves to watch you cry. He wipes fat tears from your rosy cheeks as he bullies his cock into you, his other hand slides between your bodies, fingers finding your swollen clit, abused and overly sensitive, but he doesn’t seem to care. He rubs your clit in quick little circles, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he feels you clamp down around him, your whole body trembling as you whimper but not once do you tell him to stop.

Perv!Suguru who thinks he might die when he finally cums. With a few more sloppy uncoordinated thrusts he buries himself deep inside of you. You feel him twitch inside, your ankles locked behind his back as you babble a slew of ‘pleasepleaseplease’ into the crook of his neck. His eyes roll back, fingers gripping the fat of your thighs. He pulls back before thrusting in again, lazily fucking his cum deeper inside your abused hole. How is it possible for you to feel this good? So warm and inviting— if he had more energy he would fuck himself into overstimulation, but his lungs burn as he pulls out of you, lips curled into a feral grin as he takes you in.

Perv!Suguru who watches his cum leak out of you before he takes two thick fingers, sliding them up your slit to collect the creamy mess before he slowly pushes them back inside. “There you go sweet girl,” he murmurs, “can’t waste a single drop now can we?”

Perv!Suguru who is elated when you don’t just brush this under the rug. You spend the rest of the night talking, cuddled up in his strong arms. You talk and he tries so hard to listen, but all he can think about is his cum stuffed inside of you, and how he’ll get to do it again and again and again— his fist is finally able to retire (along with your “lost” panties), who needs those stupid things when he has the source of his wicked desires right here. Happy and giggling as you rest your head on his chest, your arms wrapped around him like he’s your pillow and the beating of his heart is the only white noise you’ll ever need again.

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˗ˏˋGetting your nails done with the same design as Nanami’s tie.´ˎ˗

Just got my nails done… WHO WANTS THEIR DICK SUCKED? This idea has been in my head ever since I saw those nails with Sukuna’s markings on them. That but with my husband…

You get your nails done all of the time, today wasn’t any different. You left your husband with a kiss on the cheek and a ‘I’ll be back later.’ Before bouncing out of the house.

“Kento!” You chirp, hands hidden behind your back as you walk into his little home office. Nanami pushes his glasses up into his hair, blond locks perfectly styled like the rest of him is. He pushes back in his chair, patting his knee, “let’s see them.” He says, a small smile on his lips. He loves how excited you get when you come home— all bright and bubbly as you show him your new set.

“Close your eyes.” You urge, perching on his lap. You’re practically buzzing with excitement. You lean back against his chest, extending your arms out, your shiny new nails on display. “Okay. Open.”

You’re grinning from ear to ear, wiggling your fingers excitedly. “Cute right?” You turn to face him, gently pulling on his tie, the patterns melting into one. “Now we match!”

At first he loved them in a pure way, taking your hand in his and kissing your fingers. He loved how happy you were, loved how you wanted to share that with him, he loved everything about it. You spent most of your time looking at them, flexing your fingers and admiring your nails when you weren’t doing anything. ‘This might be my favorite set.’ You’d say— and he has to agree. They make everything look better in your grasp, a warm mug of coffee, a book, hell even a stack of papers looked good when you held them. Those innocent actions soiled in his mind over a short time.

He didn’t even make it two days before he was begging to see your pretty little hands wrapped around his cock. Pre cum dribbles down his shaft as you look up at him, your fingers lazily stroking up and down.

He was right— you nails look a lot better when you have his cock in your hand. Even better when you have his sticky cum dripping off your digits as you hurry to lick your fingers clean. Or he loves to see them buried inside of yourself before he fucks you, eyes glued to the pop of color against your skin.

And when your hands are balled into the sheets? Sinful. But his favorite has to be when his tie is wrapped tightly around your fingers, you yank on it with every brutal thrust of his hips. Or maybe it’s when his shove your fingers into his mouth to shut him up. His hot tongue sliding between the digits as he moans around them. When you pull them out and bring them to his cock, hand flying over the shaft until a creamy white ring forms at the base— maybe that’s his favorite.

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OH I MISSED YOU TUMBLR I MISSED YOUR FILTHY FUCKING SMUT CREATORS AND NASTY HEADCANON LISTS

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Happy Valentine’s Day!!! I hope you’re stuffing your face with chocolate and feeling some type of way while reading this. ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

୨୧Nanami, Gojo, Sukuna, Toji, Shoko

cw: mdni (+18) under cut, afab!reader, plus size reader, fluff @ the beginning(s), oral f-receiving, pet names, slight food play, hand j★bs, being tied up with ribbons, body worship, make up s★x (gaslighting?), sensual massages, wax play, true from Sukuna, uncharacteristically sweet Sukuna (because this is my sleepover and I get to pick the movie)

❤︎KentoNanami❤︎

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Nanami loves his beautiful partner every day of the year— Valentines Day just means he gets to lavish you even more. You’re perched on a mountain of pillows, sipping your coffee as he glides through the doorway, resting a tray of your favorite foods on the bedside table.

He’s so handsome in the early morning light, flour covering his pajama bottoms as he sits on the edge of the bed. He holds a fork full of pancakes to your mouth, relishing the way your plush lips shine with syrup. It’s a morning of tender love and care as he feeds you everything he’s prepared. Fresh strawberries, tart blueberries, sweet pastries— everything you could ever ask for. He takes pleasure in wiping the crumbs from the corners of your lips, popping his thumb into his mouth and humming with satisfaction as the sweet taste of syrup and pastries and you touch his tongue.

“Full?” He murmurs, his voice gravely as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his other hand trailing up and down your plush thigh at a lazy gently pace.

He makes you spend the whole morning in bed… of course you can’t complain about that— not when he’s made sure you’re surrounded by fluffy pillows and warm blankets, not when he’d given you a tender massage, and especially not now as he lays on his tummy between your thigh. He presses the flat of his tongue against your dripping hole, the weight of your thighs draped over his shoulder is heaven to him as you recline back, your hand combing through his hair as you enjoy everything he gives you. He moans as he wraps his lips around your clit, suckling as his thumbs trace shapes into the fat of your thighs, trailing up your stomach and back down again.

His warm tongue glides through your drenched folds before he burries it deep inside you, moaning and slurping in such a lewd display as your flavor dances across his tongue like the sweetest thing. Saliva dribbles down his sharp chin as he curls his tongue, pulling it back and punching it back in as your slick gushes around the invading muscle. He doesn’t care about the mess— how could he when your sweet little moans fill his ears like early morning bird songs? When choked little gasps leave your lips and your thighs tremble around his ears he pulls back, his eyes glazed over as he looks up at you through thick blonde lashes. “Come on, Darling.” He purrs, his large palms gently petting your thighs, “cum for me— you can do it, Angel.” He says it in that smooth voice of his, tender and loving as he goes back to eating you out. His nose presses against your clit as his lips latch onto you, practically making out with your pussy as you grind against his face.

And when you cum he gulps down whatever you give him, greedy and starving as he takes in your beautifully flushed face and heaving chest. Nanami rests his cheek against your spread thigh, warm and soft as he just gazes at you, admiring the curve of your face and the way your soft lips part. The most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, in the back of his mind he thinks about how he’ll be able to do this for you again next Valentine’s Day and the one after that. A lifetime of gentle mornings and simple pleasurable acts of love— it brings a smile to his lips.

❤︎Satoru Gojo❤︎

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Gojo was more than pleased to get a little heart shaped box of chocolates from you. You played it cool all day long, peppering his face is sickeningly sweet kisses, clinging to his side everywhere you went. You were showering him in affection and love and he did the exact same for you.

It’s such an unbearable sight to every single person you pass. His long arm curled protectively around your waist as he rests his chin against your shoulder, his cheek pressed against yours as you giggle at one of his lame jokes. You spend your morning buying fresh pastries, feeding him shiny glazed goods and kissing frosting off of his lips with a cheeky flush covering your cheeks.

It’s a day of gentle love and caring that’s all so sickeningly sweet. He loves your soft caresses, your doting kisses and your gentle hands. Of course that doesn’t change as the sun sets and he’s sprawled out under you, his hands above his head as your wet hot tongue glides across his abs, licking chocolate sauce from them. You crawl up his torso, smooth and skilled and you grasp his jaw between perfectly manicured fingers with a vice like grip. His lips part, his tongue hanging out as you spit the remanence into his waiting mouth.

The things you say are filthy, your warm sugar scented breath sends chills down his spine as you lean in close to his ear. “You’re so sticky baby.” You tsk, your small hand wrapped around the base of his cock, smearing the little bits of whipped cream you couldn’t lap up completely as your fingers glide slowly up to his angry leaking tip. Your fingers glide over his slit, pearly beads of pre coat your fingers as you hold them up to his glossy spit slicked lips. “Clean up your mess.” It’s such a lewd sight— his large hand eagerly wrapping around your wrist, pulling it closer to his face as his tongue twirls around and between your digits. His azure eyes fluttering closed behind snowy lashes, deep whiny moans bubbling up his throat as your other hand cradles his cheek. He needs it, needs your touch as he deepthroat your pretty little fingers. He needs to hear your voice, your commands, your praise, your depraved fantasies he will make a reality.

He returns the favor, big hands palming at your breast as he sucks rosy marks onto your sweet skin. Your taste like honey and cream and everything he’s ever craved as he works his tongue over you, his cock slotted between your slick folds. Needy whimpers leave each of you, his hips hump desperately against you as he suckles on your breast, both hands kneading at your soft tummy, your skin sweat slicked and sticky with sugar and cum— and it’s the sweetest fucking thing he’s ever tasted.

❤︎Ryōmen Sukuna❤︎

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Sukuna is monstrous— that’s common knowledge. His gigantic frame towers over everyone he meets, his piercing gaze, his brutal words and his violent actions strike fear into the hearts of hundreds— thousands— everyone except you. His precious flower. You’re so sweet to him, small and delicate in his strong arms as you smooth your fingers across his face, your thumb gently dancing over his closed eyelids before you pepper them in gentle kisses, earning a low gravely chuckle from his muscular chest.

A day of love is something he would simply overlook if it weren’t for you. Now he can’t stand the thought of you leaving the house on this day. He’d much rather keep you in his lap, draped in fine silks and smelling of the most expensive perfumes money could buy— and that’s exactly what he did. Two gigantic hands, rough to the touch, slowly rub up and down your naked thighs. He wonders how anyone could be so soft to the touch, how anyone could take pleasure in the way his calloused fingers feel. But he also doesn’t realize just how gentle he is with you. Like a giant holding a feather in his hands.

If it were any other day you’d be the one on top, your tiny body writhing on top of him as you please him. But today he has your delicate little wrists bound in red ribbons, your legs held wide by the soft silky fabric as his finger tips lazily trail up your calfs. Every fiber of his being is screaming at him to take you, to abuse your unmarked flesh until you’re crying fat tears he’d happily lick from your cheeks. But instead he’s worshipping you. He loves having you sit on his face, he loves to have you ride his abs and his thighs as he praises you. He’ll say such sweet things to you, things he’d never utter aloud around anyone else.

Sukuna presses his lips against your cheek, the valley between your breasts, your knees and each and every finger before he pressed a feather light kiss to your clit. He growls deep in his throat as you squirm, your body sensitive and needy despite him only covering you in kisses.

What he thinks is him being kind and gentle is just a new form of torture for you. His touches are so light they make your head fuzzy, your ears ringing as you whine, unable to touch him or yourself. He smiles, his teeth bared in a toothy grin as he takes you in. His cocks throb against your stomach, slick and dribbling onto your shiny sweaty skin. The warmth has you clenching around nothing, brows furrowed and teeth clenched as you beg him to touch you harder.

“Such a needy thing.” He tutters, his fingers pinching your chin and tilting your head back. His lips trail up your throat, his breath warm against your skin as his mouth connects with yours— demanding and powerful despite how gently he touches you. “You will lay here and take what I give you.” He murmurs, his voice rumbling. “You will let me worship this little body of yours, and you will thank me for it.” You have no choice but to obey a pout on your lips as he continues his gentle torment. He may love you but he won’t hesitate to punish you, and if stepping back and watching you fight against your restraints is what he has to do he’ll do it.

❤︎Toji Fushiguro❤︎

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Toji forgets most things— Valentine’s Day included. You worked all day, your body aching as you walk through the door to see him on the couch. His black hair tousled, his grey sweats hanging low on his hips as his eyes are glued to the tv.

Sure you pouted about it all day, telling anyone who would listen about how much of a deadbeat your boyfriend is. No sweet good morning kiss, no little box of chocolates, no flowers. Did you need all of those things? No! Would him acknowledging it still be nice? Yeah! He watches you from the corner of his eyes, how you kick off your heels and flop down onto the cushion next to him with a huff. “What’s wrong with you?” He asks. You roll your eyes, unbuttoning your shirt as you rattle off all of your complaints.

“Awe baby don’t be like that.” He purrs, grasping your hips and pulling you into his lap. His body is warm and inviting and despite your simmering anger you allow him to hold you. And holding you leads him with his fingers under your shirt, helping you slip it off your shoulder. And that leads to his greedy hands sliding into your pants.

He keeps mumbling such sweet things into your ear, such sweet sweet degrading things… he has your panties pushed to the side as he presses the head of his cock against your clit, his thumb holding him in place as you lay back against the couch, a pillow wedged under you as you wiggle your hips impatiently.

It’s almost like you want him to ram his cock into you, make your pretty little head forget all about the things he didn’t do. And the second he bottoms out inside of you with one hard thrust— you do. His tip kisses that spongy spot deep inside of you and it makes it so much harder to remember how much of a dick he was. His fingers press hard into your thighs as he pushes them against your chest, leaning his body weight into each and every snap of his hips. Everything he does is bruising, the pain and pleasure melt into one as your head swims and your pussy gushes around him. The slick smack of skin against skin echos around the walls of your living room, along with your cries of pleasure he pushes out of you. A creamy ring forms at the base, a sticky mess between your bodies as he fucks the frustration out of you like the loving devoted boyfriend he says he is.

❤︎Ieiri Shoko❤︎

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Shoko takes Valentine’s Day with you very seriously. Your schedule is laid out for you. Breakfast at an adorable and cozy cafe, a shopping spree where she gets to sit back and watch you try on dresses and twirl in mirrors. Her heart melts when you drag her into a dressing room with you, you push a baby blue dress in her hands, begging her to put it on. And of course she buys it and wears it to the fancy dinner she planned for you. She’s in a permanent state of awe as she watches you over the rim of her glass. Her heart is full and she couldn’t be more in love with you.

She holds your hand as you feed her little bites of chocolate cake, smirking around the fork. You’re so beautiful, wiping crumbs from her lips as she admires you in the dress she picked out. Pink velvet clings to your curves, the dim light of the restaurant makes your eyes twinkle and her heart clenches in her chest.

When you’re home again she’s unzipping your dress for you, pressing a smoke scented kiss to your cheek as she tells you her plans— a relaxing wind down to a relaxing day.

Candles bathe your bedroom in a warm yellow light as her hands work the knots out of your shoulders. Your skin is so smooth beneath her fingers as she straddles your back, listening to your breathy little gasps as she massages you with practices ease. She can barely handle how sweet you look beneath her. Your head rests on your arms, your hair draped over a shoulder as you melt into the mattress. Shoko drizzles warm oil onto your back, watching it pool and listening to you moan before her thumbs massage it into your skin. “Too hot?” She asks, her sultry voice even as she eyes the flickering red candle on the nightstand. You shake your head, mumbling about how it could be a little warmer. You don’t even think about what she could possibly do next, not when her body is pressed against you, her weight against your thighs a comforting feeling as her skilled fingers press against you, working away the stress of been spoiled rotten all day long.

She shifts, watching your face for any sign of discomfort as she carefully takes the candle, the crimson wax sloshing in the pit. Her palm presses up your spine before she tips the candle over, watching as the red wax pours down, watching as it hardens ever so slightly once it meets the small of your back.

Her lips pull into a smile as she hears you gasp, your brows furrows as your eyes stay closed. Shoko’s free hand clings to the back of your neck, a gentle reminder that she’s still there and willing to stop the second you tell her to. “Is this warm enough?” Her question has your hips twitching, your body aching for more— greedy for even more of her attention. She’s more than happy to give you what you crave. She doesn’t stop till you’re trembling, your chest heaving and your body dripping in red white and pink wax.

Her fingers sink into you, her dripping cunt grinding eagerly against your leg as she peppers your face in kisses. “My pretty girl.” She gasps, each rock of her hips aided by the oil coating your body and the mess that drips from between her thighs. Her nails scrape the dried wax from your chest, her lips replacing the warm feeling as you clench around her digits, grinding against her palm as you both chase your high. She decides then and there, as you cum around her, that red is your color. She keeps pumping her fingers in and out as she notes everything red that would look good on you. Lipstick, dresses, panties, and without a doubt— wax. Even as you beg her to keep going, overstimulation turning you into a babbling mess, she notices how your cheeks are flushed that beautiful color. Hot to the touch and stained with tears as your hands grasp her hips, forcing her to grind harder against you as red hot lust consumes you both.

❤︎link for the dividers❤︎

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I love going “that’s fucking crazy—“ while reading fanfiction only to keep reading it.

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#𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

thank you all so much for 500 followers and 1000 reblogs!!! Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ literally a few days ago we reached 400. thank you again. i didn't realize people liked my work. so here's headcanons of husband!nanami. enjoy!!!

husband!nanami who brings you delicious pastries and a big bouquet of your favourite flowers every week without fail because he loves you oh so much. he loves how you always say thank you to him and appreciating him in ways he had never been appreciated before.

husband!nanami who opens the car door for you before you get on or of. he has to be the gentleman he promised to be so don't you dare touch the door, he'll quickly get out of the car and go to your side and open the door for you and offers his hand to help you out too

husband!nanami who carries your heels in his hands as well as your purse because yours tired and your heels are killing you. he always has a pair of flip flops with him just incase this happens which is almost all the time, but he doesn't mind. not one bit

husband!nanami who likes to have you in his arms while he's reading a book. either you're sleeping or on the phone he doesn't care. he claims that he focuses better on the book knowing that you are right next to him in his arms.

husband!nanami who gets flustered when you brush his neck, especially the part closer to his undercut. his neck and ears flashing red and he's unable to look you in the eyes because of your teasing.

husband!nanami who loves to walk up behind you and circle his arms around your waist and rest his cheek on your shoulder as you cook. not speaking a word after a long tiring day of work, he just wants to feel you on him in silence and be happy that he made such an excellent decision of marrying you.

husband!nanami who ends up talking a lot about you to his coworkers when they ask about anything that's related to you. "your lunch looks good. did you make it?". "it was my beautiful wife actually. she'll be pleased to know you said that". just looking for any excuse to show you off.

husband!nanami who is loved by your parents. he makes meaning conversations with your dad and is a help around the house without being asked which your mom absolutely adores. "you should be more like him", your mom says for the hundredth time you've visited them while nanami's washing the dishes.

husband!nanami who let's you know how much he loves. either through words of affirmation, spoiling you with gifts and just doing acts in your favour. you're his favourite person and he wants you to know that making it evident in his words and his actions.

#comments and reblogs are appreciated

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Older boyfriend Nanami pt 2!! nsfw headcanons

Part 1 <- pure fluff

Cw: nb!reader, mdni, horny nanami stuff <3

- the most selfless lover ever. Takes greater pleasure in getting you off than getting off himself. Isn’t above begging. Actually… make him beg. He hates when you force him to drop down to his knees and plead :(( he loves it god he LOVES it

- isn’t the biggest fan of quickies, he likes taking his time with you. He will insist on kissing every inch of your body before touching where you need him most. Neck? Kissed. Chest? Kissed. Thighs? Kissed. Ankles? He kisses them when your legs are thrown over his shoulders. Not an inch of you will go unkissed!!!

- takes the greatest satisfaction in knowing he’s the best you’ve ever had. When he has you pressed into the mattress, back arched, legs trembling, face buried into the plush of a pillow that smells so strongly of him— he’ll bite your ear, his gentle kisses soothing the slight and sudden sting before he asks you if he’s the best cock you’ve ever had. If another man has ever had you cumming the way he did— shuddering underneath him, begging him to stop as he overstimulates you only for you to seemingly pull him impossibly closer.

- back pain for days so he loves when you ride him. On the couch, in the car, in bed— he doesn’t care! Ride that man till his soul leaves his body and he will thank you in the process.

- usually works late so when he gets home he’s exhausted, don’t count on him coming home energized and horny. The most ‘active’ time for him is early in the morning before the two of you start your day. Lazy and passionate morning sex with you is basically his coffee. All he needs is to wake up to you next to him and he’s wired and ready to go, peppering your face with kisses till you wake up with a yawn and a soft smile pretending you don’t feel his knee already between your thighs.

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I read those virgin Satoru headcanons and while I eat them UP— that man is not a virgin. He fucks.

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Boss!Nanami x Secretary!reader

cw: mdni, gn!reader, hair pulling, oral (m reserving)

Nanami secretly liked the power imbalance you two had. He already knew you liked it, the way your eyes would sparkle as you imagined the possibilities. You would deliver him a stack of papers, professional enough, innocent. But your wandering eye and perfectly planned movements never went unnoticed by him.

It’s a normal day. Phones ringing, papers shuffling, and people moving in and out, talking and talking and talking— it was a relief when Nanami called you into his office. Neat and tidy and quiet. You assumed he just wanted to go over the usual, nothing to write home about really. But that’s where you were wrong. You’re so good at your job, making calls from behind your desk, putting up sigh office assholes, tending to all of Nanami’s needs— it’s only right that he rewards you.

That’s how you ended up between his legs, on your knees under his desk as you drool around his cock. He’s a professional, he’s not going to have your pretty ass in the open, kneeling at his feet on full display— no no no.

Calloused fingers smooth down your hair, gently brushing the tips of your reddening ears. His voice is rough and low, “Stay nice a quiet, you can do that for me can’t you?” It sends tingles down your spine as you hum around him, your hands gripping his thighs as you peer up at him through thick lashes.

Your small little hums and moans around his cock have him reeling. Nanami’s body melts into his chair as your hand wraps around those last few inches you can’t quite reach. He wishes you’d try. He wants to see you gag around his dick as fat tears roll down your plush rosy cheeks. But for now he’s more than content to see you move up and down at a steady pace— pausing to place a gentle kiss to his weeping tip before lowering down again, swallowing all you can as his fingers comb through your hair.

And when he’s close, so close he can practically taste it, his fist is tugging at your hair. Wrapped around his wrist and balled in his tight grasp as he bites down a deep gravely moan— that little fantasy of his? It’s a reality. What a shame that he can’t see you with his eyes squeezed shut. It’s just so hard to focus when the sounds of your gasping and gagging and desperate little moans fill his ears— the smell of your perfume still filling his lungs— your heat seeping into his skin through the layers of his clothes as your hand grasps his thighs, your other too busy with yourself. Not that he notices the way you’re squirming, riding your fingers as his tip bullies the back of your throat. Maybe next time you’ll show him, tell him to have his pretty eyes open while you suck him dry and fuck yourself for your own selfish desires.

Before you leave after fixing your hair and straightening your clothes he stops you, his hand wrapped firmly around your wrist as he pulls you back only you wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb before pushing it passed your raw plush lips. The rough pad of his thumb meets your tongue as you taste the remnants of him.

Needless to say… he sees employee of the month in your future— and the reward for that? He has a few ideas in mind.

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Riding Kiyotaka Ijichi in his car + glasses wearing reader

Ijichi accidentally leaves his lunch in your work bag, so you get to have a spontaneous lunch date! It’s not everyday you get to spend half an hour of uninterrupted time with your boyfriend… might as well take advantage.

cw: mdni, afab!reader, horned up Ijichi?, reader wears glasses, car sex so semi public, nothing crazy

You groan, rolling over and grabbing your phone to shut off the loud ringing as Ijichi yawns beside you, digging the heels of his palms into his sleep crusted eyes. “G’morning.” You grumble, your voice horse and gravely as you stretch your arms above your head.

Both of your schedules are always clashing. Between working and errands and appointments you hardly have any downtime, by the time you both crawl into bed you’re already spent, curled into one another and falling into a deep dreamless sleep before waking to the sound of your alarms only a few hours later— which is exactly what happened last night.

Ijichi hums in response, his usual smooth voice a low grumbling as he tries to work the grogginess from his bones.

You both fall into your respective morning routines— Ijichi showers while you make breakfast and pack your lunches, you do your hair while Ijichi pours you both coffee and lays out your clean work clothes on the bed— and so on and so forth until you’re leaning over your seat to press a quick kiss to his cheek before jumping out of the car and heading into work.

Lunch rolls around, the only time of day you get to sit down and call your boyfriend in peace (if he isn’t busy). You open your phone and press on his name, listening to the soft ringing before the line crackles and his voice cuts through. “Hi angel—“ he says, you can hear him flick on his blinker as he drives. “Did I leave my lunch in your bag this morning?” He asks. “Mm let me check—“ you murmur, rifling through your work bag, finding his lunch next to yours.

What a happy accident, he thinks as he pulls infront of your building, beaming as he rolls down the tinted window of his car to look out at you waiting for him. You smile back at him as you climb inside, pressing a kiss to his cheek again before he parks in an empty corner behind your building. Blooming trees shade the sun from view, most people refuse to park under it, hating the way leaves and pedals would get stuck under their hoods and windshields— and the walk from this parking spot to the front of the building made the walk even less enjoyable. But it made for a great impromptu picnic location!

You hand Ijichi his lunch, leaning back in your seat with a sigh as you ask him about his day so far.

He shrugs, resting his bag down at his feet before gently cupping your cheek, his thumb trailing softly against your skin as you relish the warmth of his touch. “How’re you, beautiful?” He asks, voice gentle as you look at him and his goofy lopsided smile.

“Tired… I miss you.” You admit, nuzzling against his palm.

His brow twitches in confusion, “we see eachother everyday.”

You laugh, your hand closing over his, bringing it off of your face and holding it in your lap. “I know that! We just never get any alone time, we’re always so busy.” You groan the last part, head lulling to the side dramatically.

You aren’t sure why you’re even bringing this up, sure it gets a little annoying sometimes but that’s never stopped you both from doing things together after work.

“Well we’re here now.” He says, his other hand moving to gently squeeze your arm. That innocent little action has heat pooling in your lower belly. That’s ridiculous! You think. He didn’t even do anything. But now that you think about it… it has been a while since you’ve both been intimate. Fuck, you’re lucky if you have enough energy at the end of the day to even kiss him goodnight.

Your eyes find his, that glint in them makes his stomach tighten and his cheeks flush. “What’s that look for?”

You raise your brows, that look of mock innocence gracing your features as he squirms in his seat. “Look all I’m saying is—“ you start, unbuckling your seatbelt and slipping off your shoes, “we each have forty five minutes left on break—“

Ijichi clears his throat, “I actually only have twenty—“ but you cut him off as you lean over and unbuckle his seatbelt for him, listening to it whip back into place before swinging your leg over the gearshift to place yourself firmly in his lap.

Good. Lord. His breath catches in his throat as you look down at him, his heart hammering wildly in his chest as you hike up your skirt with one hand, your other cups his cheek tenderly before you lean down and capture his lips in a searing kiss. You swallow down his desperate moans, his slender fingers digging into the fat of your thighs while you blindly fumble with his belt buckle.

Clink, click, ziiip!

He’s hot and throbbing as you palm at his clothed erection, straining against the fabric of his boxers. You pull back, his lips chasing yours before you push him back against the seat, a huff leaving his swollen lipstick smeared mouth. “You got enough time for this?” You ask, your lips pulled into a smirk as you watch him writhe beneath you, hurriedly nodding as his hands squeeze at you, pulling you down fully on his lap. You both moan as your clothed cunt meets his sensitive bulge, his hands groping at the globes of your ass as he urges you to grind against him, leaning forward to smash his lips into yours once more— all tongues and teeth this time as you moan into his mouth.

Your hands snake down his chest, clinging to his hips as you detach your lips from his with a wet pop. Drool dribbles down his chin, before it can fall onto the collar of his shirt you quickly press the flat of your tongue against his skin and drag upward. Your breath is hot against his face, glasses knocking together as your tongue slides past his lips, his hips thrusting upward to meet your small wiggles and grinds.

With eager hands Ijichi slips his fingers under the damp fabric of your panties, thin fingers slipping through your slick folds as you mewl against his lips before he slides your panties to the side. Your hands seek his boxers but before you can lean back and slip him out of his confines he beats you to it, deft fingers push down the worn elastic of his underwear, his cock springing free, the rosy head swollen and glistening as it rubs against the moist material of your panties.

His lips press hot open mouthed kisses along your jaw, wet and hot as he pants out “Can I?” His voice curls into a whine as your hand join his at the base of his cock, guiding it through your folds until it catches on your fluttering hole.

You both moan out as the head pushes past that tight little ring of muscle, a thin sheen of sweat coating his brow, his glasses fogging at the edges as you sink down inch by torturous inch until you’re flush against him, your clit rubbing against the bunched up fabric of your panties as he squirms under you, fingers digging into you to keep you in place as your own tangle in his neatly combed hair.

“O—oh fuck—“ he moans, lips kiss bitten and trembling as you roll your hips.

Oh how he wishes this could last forever— your gummy walls sucking him in, your juices already dribbling down his shaft—

“This okay?” You ask, your eyes heavy as you take in his features— his beautifully smooth face flushed and sweaty as his eyes fight to stay open, his mouth hangs open, moaning as you suck him farther inside only to pull back at an agonizing pace.

Ijichi nods, his hips aching to thrust up into you, “yes, beauty. go— ugh— faster.” You don’t deny him that pleasure, quickly shifting from gentle steady rolling motions to bouncing on his cock.

The soft squelch of your pussy splitting open around his cock has Ijichi’s ears ringing, a steady stream of whimpers spilling from his mouth as you do all the work. The car rocks softly, windows fogging as you gasp into each other’s gaping mouths between stolen kisses, nipping at his bottom lip when you get the chance to- soothing the sting with your hot and eager tongue.

“Oh god—“ he cries, eyes glassy as he watches you lean back, hands bracing the steering wheel behind you so that you can go faster. Your tits jiggle under your clothes, your glasses fall down the bridge of your nose, your hair sticks to your sweat slicked forehead— you’re just so… so hot.

His head swims, hazy as his gaze drops to your joined bodies, a frothy creamy ring forms at the base of his cock, the sticky substance clings to your glistening folds as you continue to thrust down onto him with increasing intensity as you selfishly chase your own peak.

Your head lulls forward, incoherent words tumbling for your lips as Ijichi takes two fingers and pushes your sliding glasses back up your face. “Thank you baby.” You mumble with your spit glossed lips. The sight has Ijichi leaning forward, pulling your chest to his as his hips meet yours, snapping upward at a brutal pace as his tongue darts out to lick at your sweat speckled neck with a low groan.

When you and Ijichi make love he’s always so tender, sweet soft kisses and a gentle grip that doesn’t hurt, he loves when you guide him through it— but now? After you both accidentally deprived yourselves for god knows how long? This isn’t love making, this is fucking.

The feeling swimming around in his gut is something new, he wants to wrap a slender hand around your throat, pull your hair, push your face into a pillow— anything if it means you’ll make these vile little sounds again.

You moan, back arching in his hold as he plows up into you, your arousal dribbling down your thighs and seeping into his pants. But fuck— he doesn’t care. Not when you’re babbling, treading the fine line between moaning and screaming as his tip kisses that spongy spot deep inside you that has you tightening around his dick.

This feeling buzzing deep inside of him has him seeing stars. His spine tingles as his hands grope and knead at your flesh in a new way.

He wants to pop the buttons on your work shirt, tear the fabrics with his teeth and rip down your bra so he can suck and bite at your tits as they bounce in his face.

“Oh my-g-god— I don’t think I can—“ he babbles, moans melting into sudden strangled whines as you start rubbing your clit in tight sloppy circles, your cunt clamping down around him, threatening to milk him dry. “M’gonna— oh-f-fuck—“

“Cum in me— Jichi— fuck! Jichiplease!” You cry, eyes scrunching tight as the coil in your stomach snaps, your hips aching and ears ringing as you cum around him, pussy fluttering as your body goes slack against him, lazily meeting his hurried thrusts until you feel him spill inside you. His ears ring as his cock twitches between your slick gummy walls, mind blank and empty aside from the thought of you pumped full of him. Hot spurts of cum paint your insides as he moans against your neck, “oh— oh shit—“ he pants, breathing in your perfume and sweat, his body trembling just as much as yours as you melt into each other.

As you lay in his arms catching your breath you chuckle, head still fuzzy as you come done from your high.

“Ijichi?” You hum.

“Hm?”

“I haven’t heard you swear this much before.” You laugh, your fingers carding through his hair as he groans, his softening cock twitching inside you as you lean back slightly.

If his cheeks weren’t already bright red they’d be burning with embarrassment. “I don’t want to think about it—“ he mumbles.

“No!” You tsk, biting down another laugh as you feel him nuzzle into your neck. “It was hot.”

He groans again, embarrassed and horny all at once— that pathetic little feeling so enticing. For his sake you pretend like you don’t feel his cock jump inside you at your confession, maybe tonight you’ll be able to pull some more colorful words out of those pretty lips of his. When you aren’t on a time crunch of course.

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BABY COME HOME

i do like to think that vampire!shoko is a bit rougher than her usual self... she doesn't try to hold back on her urges at all, you will know when she is hungry because she'll be nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck while letting her hands wander all over your body. she'll trap you between the bathroom sink and herself and she'll hold eye-contact while dragging her fangs over the side of your neck.

the edge of the counter digs into your hips almost a little painfully but you're too busy thinking about the way her breath fans your skin and how dark her eyes are. she gives your waist a tight squeeze and hums at the little squeak you let out – you're always so sensitive and she fucking loves it. every gasp and every twitch and every whine and every moan is something for her to feast on.

and other times, she'll just pin you down onto the bed – she pushes your legs apart and slots herself right there on top of you while wrapping her cold fingers against your warm wrists. she holds you there and smirks at how you're wriggling under her. "be good, baby... it'll only take a second, i promise."

your hips buck up into hers and you can feel her lips curling into a proper smile; you know it won't be a second, it'll be way more than that, but it's not like you're going to deny her. you never can and you never will.

she'll kiss it better after, she always does.

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Workwife!Shoko to fuel my delusions ♡

Cw: afab!reader, nsfw under cut, hospital coworkers au, wholesome flirting turned more, shoko the p☆ssy destroyer, a fwb situation…

Workwife!Shoko who instantly took a liking to you the day you started working together. She was tasked with training you for the whole week, in all reality she was dreading it— but upon seeing your dazzling smile and hearing your bubbly voice that all melted away.

Workwife!Shoko who only ever let you touch her. Whether it was resting your head against her shoulder after a long shift, or looping your arm with hers as you walk through the halls between shifts. You even clung to her during your smoke breaks— your knees knocking together as you blew smoke into the frigid air.

Workwife!Shoko who started inviting you out every Friday night for a drink at a nearby bar. You’d walk side by side, subtle flirting flowing in-between conversation. The flirting got bolder as liquid courage flowed down your throats. Her hand would find punches on your clothed thigh under the table, the dingy light swinging overhead doing nothing to hide the glint of lust in her eyes as she watched you sip at your beer unknowingly.

Workwife!Shoko who was used to your drunken kisses. By the end of the night neither of you could drive, so you’d sit in the backseat of a taxi and babble to one another. Your simple goodnight kisses— a quick peck on the lips— evolved into you littering Shoko with kisses before you even got out of the cab.

Workwife!Shoko who now has a section in her closet for your clothes and scrubs for when you spend the night. Your bras are always in her laundry bin or left on her floor. The first time you spent the night at her house was when you both had off the next day, so it’s not like you had to rush home and change before your shift— you only made that mistake once.

Workwife!Shoko who loves to tease you at work after a particularly intense night. ‘Awe you’re limping, are you okay?’ ‘You’ve got a little bruise on your neck, did something happen?’ Ugh she loves watching your cheeks flush as you turn and storm away. She knows you’re limping because she had your legs hooked over her shoulders for hours on end, bullying her strap into your tight little cunt. She knows she’s the one who left that hickey on your neck and just “forgot” to tell you before you left.

Workwife!Shoko who will catch you on your lunch break, dragging you into a supply closet just to hike up your scrub top and yank down your bra to suck on your tits as you grind against her leg. You’ll be starving for the rest of the day but the feeling of her hot tongue against your skin lingers for hours.

Workwife!Shoko who doesn’t care if you date around. You’re still friends after all. Just know that once your heart gets broken (yet again) she’ll be at your door with takeout and beer. Friends make each other feel better… her way just ends up with your face pushed into a pillow while she laps at your pussy like it’s the only thing she’s eaten in days. Her hands grasping at the globes of your ass as you tremble and whine, spit and tears wetting your pillow.

Workwife!Shoko who keeps her nails short because of work but learned that it has its benefits. It’s so easy to finger fuck you in the backseat of her car when her nails are always perfectly trimmed!

Workwife!Shoko who usually tops, but even she has her days where all she wants is to be taken care of— and boy do you deliver. She’s taught you well, your hips piston into her with reckless abandon as her fingers fist the sheets. You eat her out like an expert, only coming back up to mash your lips against her in a desperate needy kiss, your chin dripping with saliva and her. You even tie her hands behind her back on days where all she can think about is regaining her control even when she doesn’t really want to— you’re such a lifesaver— pulling at her confines as you plow into her, her ass bouncing with each thrust of your hips as she whimpers.

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Bringing this baby back

Summary: You and your ex-husband Nanami have a good relationship. Even after the divorce you remained good friends and even better co-parents. Babysitting for one another isn’t out of the usual, and talking about your newest relationships isn’t strange either— but when you show up at his doorstep after a particularly nasty date it leads you both to wonder if your relationship is really truly over for good.

Cw: MDNI (18+), afab!reader, small mentions of cheating, you and Nanami have a kid together, girl dad Nanami, hair pulling, consent king Nanami, oral (fem receiving), aftercare !!!

(The fluffy pt2!)

“Fine! Fucking leave!” You yell, your voice cracking as cold rain pierces your skin.

That asshole. That shitty excuse of a man your boyfriend of two weeks, left you on the side of the road. Alone. In the middle of a late summer storm.

But what did you really expect to happen? The red flags were all neatly lined up for you. Sure maybe the fact that he smelt like a different woman’s perfume every time you met should’ve set you off, but maybe you were just over thinking it! Maybe he was a little too handsy for a man you just started dating, and maybe he was a little rude to waitresses, and bartenders, and you— but your last straw was calling him out on his empty threats. ‘I’ll leave you-‘ for this ‘I’ll shut your ass up’ for that. God did he ever stop talking. You snapped; telling him that if you pissed him so much then why didn’t he just drop you off on the side of the road. The only time he’d ever followed through… and it had to be now.

Low rumbles of thunder sound in the distance, blending with the pop of his engine as he speeds away. Inside your head is a loud jumbled mess of ‘where the fuck am I?’ and ‘who does he think he fucking is?’ but all of that sound is ultimately drowned out by that heavy pitiful feeling tugging at your heart. Angry tears prickle at the backs of your eyes as you walk, your heels crunching pebbles and walking through puddles, carrying you to the only place you know by heart. To the only man who you know wouldn’t leave you stranded.

If the night were to play out correctly you wouldn’t be showing up till noon the next day, even when dates did go wrong you never made it his problem. You were divorced after all, your love life mishaps stopped being his problem a while ago. Okay that isn’t entirely true… Nanami comes over to your house once a week for family dinner. After your little girl is tucked away in her bed and the dinner dishes have been done do you two sit alone at the table, drinks in hand as you catch up. Talking about your kid wasn’t the only topic of discussion. Friends, gossip, dates, normal adult conversation. The topic of dating other people because less and less embarrassing as the years flew by. Like the amazingly wonderful co-parenting duo you are— you came up with the babysitting agreement. Nanami happily took your daughter for the night so you could relax and bask in the company of anyone you wanted. He cherished every minute he got with his little girl, it was never a disappointment when you texted him asking if he could take her for the night.

Lost in the depths of your own mind you aimlessly walked down the dark and dreary road. Void of people, void of light. The only sound the pattering of rain and the rumbles of thunder.

Static buzzed in your ears as you slid into the empty apartment lobby, your soggy heels clacking against the neat polished floors. Your tears fizzled into a pale anger that burned the back of your throat as you pressed his floor number on the elevator. The only good thing about this entire situation, you think, is that the rain washed away the feeling of his hands on your skin. The scent of him clinging to your clothes. All gone. Washed down the sewage drain with the unpleasant memory of him.

Softly, you knocked on his door. It’s well past eleven, he should be asleep, but you know him better than that.

Nanami slowly opens the door, his brows furrow as his eyes meet yours. Concern painting his face.

You don’t have the energy to answer his unsaid questions, so instead you silently squeeze past him, kicking your wet heels off at the door. The air-conditioned room sends shivers up your soaked spine, littering your skin in goosebumps as you carry yourself to his liquid cabinet. Your fingers find the key he keeps hidden on the top of the rich oak cabinet, quickly pushing it into the lock and twisting. You’re on a mission as you blindly grab a bottle, bumping the door closed with your hip before turning to his rack of expensive drinking glasses, plucking two and setting them onto the counter with a soft clink.

He watches you pop the cork as quietly as you can, pouring the expensive liquid into two glasses, pushing one towards him without a word as you bring the sparklingly clear glass to your gloss smeared lips.

Married for four years, divorced for two, he knows the crinkle of your nose and the subtle twitch in your eye means one thing— you’re fuming. Beyond mad. If there was a word for that level of anger he’d use it to describe you in this moment.

He knows better than to ask what’s wrong, so instead he drinks with you; listening to the wall clock tick, to your nails tap against marble countertop, to the soft melody flowing from his record player. Darkness envelops you both, the only light combing from his little yellow reading lamp. It’s hardly enough to aluminate your faces, but the flicker of amber reflects in your fiery eyes.

“I think I got dumped.” You mutter, swishing the dark liquid around in your glass. You don’t wait for him to respond as you groan, willing the anger to subside and for the chill in your skin to vanish.

The crackle of the record prickles your ears just as much as the cool night air prickles your skin, filling your veins with ice as you continue to drink.

Nanami watches you, your hair drips onto your shoulders, your mascara streaky and your lips smudged. Disheveled and shivering in his kitchen. Filled with that unmistakable blinding anger you hold with such grace. If he was still your husband his hands would be wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him in a slow lazy sway to the soft music playing. But he isn’t your husband anymore. The word ‘ex’ stopped leaving a bad taste on his tongue a while ago— you’ve both worked around your usual ways to comfort one another and made them more friendly more… pg.

He pushes his glasses up into his hair, putting his glass down softly and disappearing into the dark hall. But you don’t notice. Not when your stomach pulls, not when your head is swimming with so many useless thoughts— thinking of the waisted days, waisted nights. Ugh even waisted money. All on some asshole—

“The bath is running, I left a towel out for you.” Nanami says as he reenters unnoticed, his voice soft and airy as he stops infront of you with a towelette. He tilts your chin to the side, your eyes scanning over his face as he cleans yours; he runs the cool wipe over your cheek, under your eyes and across your lips. He knows you’re more than capable, but still he handles you as delicately as humanly possible, swiping away stray hairs clung to your forehead and cheeks as if you would shatter under his fingers like the glasses you drank from.

He finishes, turning away to clean up the kitchen as you make your way towards the sound of running water.

The smell hits you before you push open the door; lavender scented suds decorate the surface of the water. Steam swirls into the air as you peel off your wet clothes— and for the first time tonight you were excited. Scolding water seeps into your skin as you step in, a tired groan escapes your lips as you sink farther in.

It’s funny how things change, how time passes and people grow apart, you think as you submerge your shoulders. Nanami used to run you baths almost every night, his small way of telling you how much he cherished you. Bubbles of every scent, bath oils and salts, candles and wine. The memory like a blanket as your skin tingles under the scolding water.

A soft knock at the door has your droopy eyes opening, “It’s unlocked.” You say, your voice horse and exhausted. Nanami softly cracks the door open, he walks in and places a small bundle of clothes onto the toilet lid, “You can wear these.” His clothes, a lounge shirt, too old sweatpants and a pair of boxers. You watched as he picked up your pile of sopping clothes, ringing the remaining water into the sink.

You’ve worn his clothes before. On laundry day, the morning after… an eventful night, even when you just missed him. That weird feeling in your stomach probably means nothing.

You watch him in the low light of the bathroom, his muscles rippling under his t-shirt as he works the water from the fabric in a comfortable silence.

“How was your night?” You ask, your fingers swirling through foamy bubbles. Nanami hums as he turns to face you; he rests against the sink, folding his arms across his chest. “Fine.” He says, his tone even as he scans your face.

It’s normal— seeing your ex wife soak in your bathtub, naked in your home for the first time in years. The thought makes Nanami shift slightly, his eyes focusing on the tile behind you. A safer option.

You mold the bubbles into little lumps, feeling his gentle gaze on you as if it’s normal again. Maybe tomorrow this memory will haunt you, make you burn up from the inside out. How oddly vulnerable the entire ordeal is. But for now you just smile softly, “what, you’re not going to ask me about my night?” You hum only half kidding.

Clearing his throat he turns back to the sink, “I assumed you wouldn’t want to talk about it.” Droplets of rainwater trickle down the drain as he squeezes the fabric again.

You don’t want to talk about it, so why did you even bother bringing it up?

You lean back, your eyes still glued to the fizzling bubbles in your palm and clinging to your skin. Where would you even start? Maybe how your date was ogling the waitress as soon as you got there, or maybe how he tried to gaslight you in the car, or how you have him the wicked suggestion to dump you onto the streets.

“Would you?” He asks, cutting through the silence, “Like to talk about it, I mean.”

Maybe you could talk about how your date never asked what you wanted. Or how he never called you gorgeous, just because. Maybe you could bring up how he only ever seemed to want you a little more when other women wouldn’t look his way.

There’s a line, right? Between ex’s and friends? There’s things you shouldn’t talk about past a certain point. Yet you still got excited to tell him about small insignificant things. Like the amazing bagel you had for breakfast, or how you and your daughter watched the most gut wrenching animated movie the night before and cried way more than she did; the small things you never seemed to tell your other partners. But you were friends… right? That’s what this was. A friendship.

You hum, “let me wash my hair first.” Nanami takes his cue, collecting your still wet clothing and leaving the bathroom.

You dip your head under the rapidly cooling water after heating the door click closed. The soft hum and the slight pop as the water envelops you like a liquid blanket, drawing you in as you hold your breath.

✮ ✮ ✮

His clothes seem to always sag on you, no matter your size they always felt so big. The cold hardwood floor sends a shiver up your spine as you step through the quiet hall. Nanami sits in his arm chair, your unfinished glass waiting for you on the coffee table, the record has been changed, joined with the soft hum of the drier now running, the warm yellow light still flickers away.

A time capsule of peace, this was your life. Coming home and reading your respective books on opposite sides of the room, or maybe together on the sofa huddled close together— but why’re you thinking about that now? Ugh it nags at you as you sit down, your body suddenly heavy as the plush couch pulls you in.

“What time is it?” You ask as you give in to exhaustion, your eyes fluttering shut and your head lulling back. You hear Nanami close his book, “2:45am.”

You sigh, digging the heels of your palms into your tired eyes, “Shit.” Despite the pang of unmet hunger in the pit of your stomach, despite the exhaustion gnawing at you, despite everything that’s happened tonight— you giggle. The sound startling another one out of you as you curl in on yourself, “god what a fucking night.”

Nanami gazes at you, drowning in his t-shirt, absolutely hysterical— with what he wonders.

“That asshole—“ you start, your wet hair clinging to your face as you roll your head to face him, “never once asked me what I wanted.”

He nods, and you continue, “not when we went out for dinner, not when we grabbed drinks, not when we fucked—“ your hands fly up on a silent groan, “who does that?” The question far above a whisper.

Nanami was many things— always busy, always working, but he never neglected you or your needs. That’s one thing you could never replace in your newer partners, his attentiveness.

“People are greedy.” He says, pushing his glasses up as he gently places his forgotten book onto the coffee table. “They—“ should he say this? Should he even be thinking it? But you’re friends… friends… comfort each other. “They don’t know how to please you in the ways you want crave— need. They never take the time.” His voice a husky whisper.

You groan, tired and not thinking as you go to continue complaining, “Like you know what I want.” The words come out with an edge you never meant to put there.

“I’m not saying that—“

“You might as well be, I never asked for your input, it was rhetorical.” You snap, the words clawing their way out before you can stop them. Was it pent up anger that made you stand up? Or maybe that simmering unmet lust burning deep in your gut that made you walk in front of him, challenging him, begging him wordlessly. Or maybe it was that deep history, etched into your bones, your body craving his forgotten touch.

He stares up at you, his legs spread wide, his arms gripping the armrests. His breathing slows, his eyes set on yours in a heated stare.

“Do you know what I want?” You ask, voice low, your words crackle with need. “Did you ever know what I wanted?“

Nanami knew you like the back of his hand. You liked when he’d go down on you, legs spread wide by his strong hands. You liked to pull his hair when he’d bite at your neck, so he grew it out. You liked when he’d ruin you with just his tongue while he held your small hand in his much larger one. He knew every freckle on your body, every stretch mark, every hair. He knew what your moods meant, when you were silently begging to be split apart on his cock.

He knew what you wanted more than you did.

The record keeps spinning as he rises, his body towering over you, his voice rumbles deep in his throat, “You know the answer… but tell me—“

You swallow thickly, your body stiffens as he brushes your drying hair from your shoulder, his face lowers, his hot breath fans over the damp shell of your ear sending goosebumps flying across your skin. “As long as we’ve been apart… have you ever wished… it were me between your legs?”

Your eyes flutter, just like your heart as you press your palms into his firm chest. Did you? You stand there, your fingers pressing harder into his clothed skin as you wrack your brain. Maybe you have been comparing your partners to him, maybe that’s by you can’t keep one— fuck maybe that’s why you got yourself kicked out of a car tonight. But his breath is so hot against your skin, you can feel his hands hover above your hips. You both know what you want, you both know what you need.

“If I said no,” your voice breathy, “would you believe me?”

He laughs, the sound brings a slime to your lips as his forehead falls to your shoulder. In this moment it seems so simple, feels so familiar. And maybe that’s all you need tonight.

“Is it… okay if I touch you?” He asks, that sentence hasn’t been heard in years, you’d almost forgotten how wet it makes you. Almost.

You nod, your palms slowly sliding up his chest and around his neck.

That light moment slowly fading before your eyes as he presses his lips to the exposed skin below your ear. “Words.”

“Yes dammit you know I hate when you—“

You choke on your words as he pulls back, his hand threading with your damp locks and craning your head back. Your eyes frantically search his, the reading lamp the only light reflecting off of them.

Nanami’s usual gentleness is gone as he stares you down. “You need to be quiet for me, can you do that?” One hand cradles your cheek, the other tugs at your hand, begging to be held.

Before you can answer he’s pulling you with him, leading you to his bedroom. The darkness of the apartment swallows you both as you enter the room, the music fading, the sounds of your eager breath becomes the only sound ringing in both of your ears.

He doesn’t waste time sliding his warm hands underneath your shirt, pulling you closer to him as his lips crash into yours.

Everything about him invades your senses, the taste of his lips, his touch, the smell of him— all of it makes you clench your thighs together as his fingers press into your soft skin.

“I forgot—“ Nanami’s lips trail a path down your throat, his fingers sliding under the waistband of the boxers you’re wearing, “how incredible you look in my clothes.” His boxers, his shirt, his sweatpants— all of it reeks of him— the overwhelming scent of his cologne makes you dizzy as the pads of his fingers teasingly brush against your clit. The tips of your ears burn as you choke down a moan, your own fingers tangling into his combed blonde hair.

He makes a quiet ‘tsk’ before biting your neck, a soft nip before he’s licking the pain away, “quiet—“ lithe fingers sink slowly into you, “or I stop.”

Lust clouds every rational thought swirling around inside of your brain as you nod frantically, desperate for him to continue.

“Good girl.” Your hips grind down onto his fingers, clit brushing against his palm with an infuriating lightness. Not enough. Never enough. A soft whine of frustration sounds in the back of your throat. His free hand sneaks up your throat, his fingers dancing across your jaw, this thumb pulling at your plump bottom lip. A groan—husky and raw sounds deep in his chest as the diget slips past your lips into your warm wet mouth. Hot and slick as he presses the pad of his thumb down onto your tongue.

Dark eyes meet yours in the inky black of his room, “get on the bed.”

He pulls out of you, turning away from you before you can beg him to continue. Nanami rushes to the door, his feet light as he gently clicks it closed. You’re too busy peeling off his boxers to notice him lick a long stripe up his slick fingers, but you hear the sound he makes. He groans as his tongue licks every last drop of you from his fingers.

You sink onto the bed just as he flicks on a small lamp, your body cast in that familiar pale yellow glow. Nanami however is a silhouette before you, warm light framing his every move. Clenching around nothing you watch him peel his shirt off, the sound of his pants following suit. You crawl backward in search of the headboard, his hands grasp your ankles and in one quick yank you’re back at the edge. You instinctively clamp your thighs together as he sinks to his knees, hands prying your legs apart. “Don’t run from me, show me what I’ve been missing.” He whispers, his gentle voice sending shivers down your spine and to your waiting cunt. And he notices. You’re spread wide with his hands trailing torturously gentle shapes into your skin.

He feels so pathetic. He’s harder than he’s ever been as he gazes at your weeping pussy splayed out for him, leaking down your ass and onto his freshly washed sheets. How long will he just stare at you, mouth watering as you bite down hard on your bottom lip while your legs tremble under his feather light touch.

“Kento-“ you mumble, “this is embarrassing stop teasing m—“ you gasp at the sudden sensation. His lips find your swollen clit without fail, the familiarity slowly rising back to the surface. He mumbles against you, his words muffled and sending shivers straight through you as his fingers prod at your dripping hole.

It’s torture you think. The way he flattens his tongue against your throbbing clit, fingers sliding in with ease as you clasp your hand around your mouth. Lips trembling as you choke down moan after moan.

Nanami’s always been a tender lover, putting your needs above his own— it’s nice to know that hasn’t changed as you dig your heels into his mattress, thighs trembling and back arching ever so slightly as he bullies his fingers into you again and again. The desperate depraved moans you choke down slip out as small squeaks that have Nanami leaking through his boxers.

He can’t take it— how warm you are against his fingers, juices leaking down his arm, his tongue working in ways he’d forgot possible. He moans against you one final time before pulling off, licking his lips clean as you prop yourself up onto your elbows.

“Ken—“

“Turnover” his voice deep and laced with utter desperation as you watch him tuck his thumbs under the electric of his boxers.

It was like a game, waiting to see who will crack first as he peels away that last layer of fabric. He’s throbbing and so painfully hard under your watchful gaze. Your eyes taking in every vein, admiring that upward bend that had to seeing stars countless times— not even a foot away from you now.

“Can I-“ suck you off.

Large hands pull you forward, “Later.” That inhuman strength has you spinning, landing on your stomach with a startled yelp.

You push yourself up, arms trembling as he reaches over you and snatches a pillow. “W-wait, I wanted to—“ you go to stutter in protest only for his palm to press down firmly on your back, right between your shoulder blades. One second your hips are pressed into the soft bedsheets— the next they’re held high in the air only supported by his brutal grasp.

Your senses are on fire. Your cheek is pressed into a pillow that smells so much like his shampoo, your thighs covered in your cooling slick, all you can hear is your own hammering heart and jagged breaths as his hands slide over you. One trailing up the small of your back, sneaking over your shoulder blades and stopping at your nape. The other holds you up by the hips as he slots his cock between your slick folds with a sickeningly low groan.

Nanami presses his chest against your back, you can feel his heart, feel his body heat, you can practically taste the sweat that already adorns his face as his lips hover over the shell of your ear. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” He whispers, his voice so husky you can feel the rumble slide down your throat and live in your ribcage. You nod frantically, “Fine, okay you have my word— fuck—hurry up already! Please-please-please—“ you whine, a memory that will have your cheeks the richest shade of red come tomorrow.

“Good girl,” he hums, his tip slowly enters you with an infuriating slowness that has you gripping the sheets under you. “You learned how to use your words, m’proud of you angel.” He moans as he wills himself to go slowly, he wants to savor the way you clench around him again, savor the way you gush at his gentle praise.

One twitch of your hips and you’d be completely split open, and somehow that’s what you need. You press yourself into his sheets, rocking your hips back into him with that impatience that pissed him off and made him even harder.

More.

More.

More.

You groan, your lip bitten and raw as you beg. “Ken—“

His chest still rests against your back as he litters your neck in open mouth kisses, “I know, Angel.” His teeth graze the flesh of your neck to feel you tremble under him. “Be patient for me.”

It’s so hard to obey when he’s moving so deliberately slow— drawing it out so you feel every vein, every twitch, every slight stutter of his hips when you whine into the pillow under you. You don’t know how hard it is for him not to grab a fist full of your hair and press your face into the sheets— how hard it is for him not to snap his hips into yours at such a brutal pace it gives you a lip the next day. He needs to hear you scream his name until your lungs burn and your hands cramp from clinging onto him with the last of your strength.

Next time he thinks. Next time you’ll be all alone, folded in half under him with your pretty little face staring up at him as he fucks you again and again.

“So good for me.” He moans into your ear as his hips finally meet the swell of your ass. “So good.” He bites your neck, stifling a moan as you clench around him.

Nanami kisses the pain away as he pulls out halfway and then slowly entering again. And again. And again.

The feeling of him so deep in your gut has you panting, trembling and clawing at his pillow. Your hands ache from clinging to anything you can reach, but you’re afraid if you didn’t occupy yourself you’d scream, so completely under his control it drives you insane. You’re so focused on breathing and willing yourself not to be too loud that you don’t feel one of his hands leaving your body only to wrap around your wrist, his thumb circling your skin in time with his movements.

Slow and lazy strokes turn into quick sloppy thrusts, the soft squelch of your mixed arousal becoming louder in your ears. All you can hear is Nanami’s low groans next to your ear and the subtle squeak of the bed frame and it has your head spinning.

“Ken—“ you moan, teeth imbedded in your bottom lip.

He reminds that eager little yelp in your tone even when it’s being suppressed. You’re close already. So so close.

He sneaks his other hand under you, trailing it down your stomach as the other tightens around your wrist. 

Even if he can read you, he needs to know. To hear it drip from your lips and into the heated sizzling air. “What do you need? Tell me—fuck— tell me what you need.”

Your stomach flutters, ears burning and legs trembling as you whine. So high pitched and pathetic it has him reeling on top of you, his cock throbbing at the sound of pure desperation.

“M’so close— Kento please I need—fuck fuck fuck—“ you shudder as you feel the heat of his palm hovering over your clit. “Need to cum—“

His fingers hone in on your pulsing bud before the words even finish leaving your lips.

Who is he to deny you that high?

Maybe you’ve been so unknowingly pent up, or maybe you just craved his touch that much— but as soon as the rough pads of his fingers sought you out you felt your back bow, your lips tremble and you’re turning your hand palm up to intertwine your fingers with his as the coil in your gut tightens.

Nanami’s face scrunches as he feels your pussy tighten around him. You squeeze his hand, you tremble under him and moan and drool onto his pillow. His bed might’ve smelt like him this morning but tonight it drips with you. The body he’s craved ever since his eyes met yours for the very first time— his pace quickens.

“Cum for me,” he hooks his chin over your shoulder. “Please— I need you to— fuck— I need it.” He whimpers, words trembling as his fingers quicken, his hand could fall off for all he cared. He needed this. He needed you.

He’s whined before, but now in this moment it sounded so sinful. His face was so close to yours, you could feel his now damp hair touch your cheek, you could feel his breath and if you opened your eyes— see the bead of sweat trickle down the curve of his nose.

His gruff voice sounded so sweet as he begged you, pleaded with you to cum around his cock.

You nodded, frantic.

The only warning your body allows is a shiver that shoots up the base of your spine as you cum. White flashes behind your eyelids as you bite into the pillow, your teeth threaten to pop a seam as you ride our your violent high through choked sobs.

Nanami cums after you, your tight walls spasming around him as he pumps you full with a groan that hangs heavy in the sticky air.

It takes everything he has left not to collapse on top of you as he eases his way out. Leaning back he watches as his cum oozes out of you, and with gentle fingers he pushes it back in, watching the way you writhe as overstimulation knocks on your door.

With a fuzzy head you allow him to carefully lay you on your back. His hand cups your cheek as he presses a parting kiss to your forehead. You hardly register his absence till you feel him part your legs, a warm towel glides up your legs and you hum at the cozy feeling of it. The familiar comfort he brings you is something you’ve missed. Nanami takes his time cleaning you up before he urges you under the covers. You sleepily comply.

Sleepily. Who knew his dick would be your melatonin again, you think to yourself as you tuck yourself farther into his bed with a content sigh. Before sleep can fully grasp you, you feel Nanami’s strong arms pull you to his chest, his nose buried in the crook of your neck once more. It isn’t long before you fall asleep in his arms, in the pitch black of his room, in a bed that smells like black coffee and lavender, just like you used to. It’s so familiar, so inviting and whole.

Maybe your next boyfriend will be better than the last guy. In fact… maybe he’ll be just like your ex-husband.

[luvgam3]

Boss!Nanami x Secretary!reader

cw: mdni, gn!reader, hair pulling, oral (m receiving)

Nanami secretly liked the power imbalance you two had. He already knew you liked it, the way your eyes would sparkle as you imagined the possibilities. You would deliver him a stack of papers, professional enough, innocent. But your wandering eye and perfectly planned movements never went unnoticed by him.

It’s a normal day. Phones ringing, papers shuffling, and people moving in and out, talking and talking and talking— it was a relief when Nanami called you into his office. Neat and tidy and quiet. You assumed he just wanted to go over the usual, nothing to write home about really. But that’s where you were wrong. You’re so good at your job, making calls from behind your desk, putting up sigh office assholes, tending to all of Nanami’s needs— it’s only right that he rewards you.

That’s how you ended up between his legs, on your knees under his desk as you drool around his cock. He’s a professional, he’s not going to have your pretty ass in the open, kneeling at his feet on full display— no no no.

Calloused fingers smooth down your hair, gently brushing the tips of your reddening ears. His voice is rough and low, “Stay nice a quiet, you can do that for me can’t you?” It sends tingles down your spine as you hum around him, your hands gripping his thighs as you peer up at him through thick lashes.

Your small little hums and moans around his cock have him reeling. Nanami’s body melts into his chair as your hand wraps around those last few inches you can’t quite reach. He wishes you’d try. He wants to see you gag around his dick as fat tears roll down your plush rosy cheeks. But for now he’s more than content to see you move up and down at a steady pace— pausing to place a gentle kiss to his weeping tip before lowering down again, swallowing all you can as his fingers comb through your hair.

And when he’s close, so close he can practically taste it, his fist is tugging at your hair. Wrapped around his wrist and balled in his tight grasp as he bites down a deep gravely moan— that little fantasy of his? It’s a reality. What a shame that he can’t see you with his eyes squeezed shut. It’s just so hard to focus when the sounds of your gasping and gagging and desperate little moans fill his ears— the smell of your perfume still filling his lungs— your heat seeping into his skin through the layers of his clothes as your hand grasps his thighs, your other too busy with yourself. Not that he notices the way you’re squirming, riding your fingers as his tip bullies the back of your throat. Maybe next time you’ll show him, tell him to have his pretty eyes open while you suck him dry and fuck yourself for your own selfish desires.

Before you leave after fixing your hair and straightening your clothes he stops you, his hand wrapped firmly around your wrist as he pulls you back only you wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb before pushing it passed your raw plush lips. The rough pad of his thumb meets your tongue as you taste the remnants of him.

Needless to say… he sees employee of the month in your future— and the reward for that? He has a few ideas in mind.

[luvgam3]

Helping Shoko quit smoking ♡

I haven’t written in a while but I NEEDED to get this bug in my brain out. I don’t care if it isn’t good I need her NEOW

cw: mdni, afab!reader, oral— just Shoko putting her mouth to use

When you said you’d help Shoko quit smoking you had other things in mind. Maybe like convincing her to roll a toothpick around in her mouth, or maybe a lollipop. You basically had all of the supportive girlfriend encouragement lines memorized.

“I believe in you, baby!”

“See you’re doing so well!”

“It’ll get easier.”

A week in, she’s visibly annoyed. That twitch in her brow and the way her fingers keep tapping on the arm of the sofa. Cuddling after work was normal, a kiss before bed was normal, but this wasn’t normal— Shoko straddling your waist, her cold hands pushing up the hem of your shirt and melting into your searing flesh as her lips traveled across your skin.

Poorly removed lipstick smudges as she presses hot open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, teeth nipping and tongue swirling as you writhe under her weight.

Shoko isn’t one to beg, but she’s like putty in your hands as her knee presses between your legs, mouth sucking on every inch of exposed skin you have, begging for a taste. Just a second, a minute, it doesn’t matter.

The soft hum of your forgotten tv show drones on, dulled by the muffled moans that leave her lips as she nips and sucks between your thighs.

Her hot tongue licking a slow stripe up your soaked cunt before her lips wrap around your clit.

It’s like she was made for this. Her fingers press hard into your skin as she forces your legs apart, her chin dripping as she alternates between tongue fucking you and pressing soft kisses to your clit.

Your hands cramp as you fist them into her hair, tugging as your back arching against the plush sofa as she presses your legs impossibly higher. If your knees aren’t touching your chest by your last orgasm— something isn’t right.

Shoko lost count of how many times you’ve cum on her tongue, too many to count. It makes her wonder if she’ll ever want to pick up a cigarette again…

[luvgam3]

If Nanami isn’t under my tree tomorrow morning on one knee with a ring I’m gonna be PISSED