mikok1tty

[mikok1tty]

₍^. .^₎⟆ synposis: a little girl suddenly grabs nanami's legs in the park, insisting that he's a prince. he's not, but he can certainly act as the prince charming to the girl's beautiful single mother being harassed by a stranger. word count: 1.5k

nanami can feel his spine practically collapsing in on itself, the exhaustion of the week still hanging heavy.

one too many curses, late night assignments, his damn shower not working for a full 24 hours followed by his air conditioning... the sweltering July heat doesn't make things better, his head resting against the cool window of the bus as the vehicle slows to his stop.

finally.

the only thing that's been keeping him going has been the thought of grabbing lunch at his favorite soba place, a hole-in-the-wall only twenty minutes from his apartment.

stepping off, he takes in the sounds of the rushing water of the fountain and giggling children from the park nearby. it's a hazy Saturday afternoon, and the park is filled with exhausted parents and over excited toddlers zooming across the playground. a few dogs trot behind their owners on the track, a teenage couple nearly knocks him over as they attempt to maneuver a two-seater bicycle together, and-

someone grabs his leg.

looking down, he sees a small child - no older than two years old - grabbing onto his right leg for dear life. his eyes immediately soften, before looking up to look for her parent. not seeing anyone who might fit the bill, he crouches down to meet the little girl's eyeline.

"yes?"

"prince." she responds, tugging the fabric of his trousers.

the comment completely catches him off guard, eyes blinks a few times in silence, before he snaps back into responding.

"prince?"

"you a prince?" she mumbles again, eyes sparkling with fascination, and it causes a small smile to break out across his lips.

"a prince? I... I don't think so."

she frowns at his response, the most adorable huff being exclaimed as she shakes her ways sideways at his denial.

"no. you prince. from book."

a beat passes as nanami wrestles with himself on how to respond to this little girl adamant that he is some kind of royalty, before the girl suddenly raises her arms and stares at him sweetly.

"up please."

though slightly hesitating, he carefully gathers the girl into his arms and pulls her up to his eye level. her right hand comes to rest on his shoulder and instinctively, he rocks her up and down, eyes scanning the park again.

"where are your parents..." he mumbles to himself, more than to her, as the girl seems to take fascination with the pattern of the necktie he's wearing. for someone who seems to have lost her parents, he notes, she seems remarkably calm. to passerbys, it'd look like he was her father instead of a stranger suddenly in charge of a toddler.

just as he's beginning to lose hope, a frantic voice rings out from behind him.

"amu!"

nanami swears his heart nearly skips a beat when his eyes focus and settle in on you. your long white skirt trailing behind your legs, eyes golden reflecting the sunlight, a relieved smile on your glossy lips as you come running towards him. the girl in his arms - your daughter, he assumes - starts to wiggle out of his grasp and he has to tell his momentarily stunned brain to let the child down.

once he does, the little girl is taken into your embrace in one fell swoop, your knees on the dirt floor. you let out a deep sigh of relief, feeling your daughter's warm body in your embrace, before your hands come up to her face. scanning it for any injuries, and a worried scowl on your lips.

"amu, why would you run away without telling me where you were going? i was worried sick!"

your daughter just shrugs, pointing one finger at the man you've not gotten a proper look at.

"prince."

confused, you look to your right, locking eyes with the six foot something god of a man standing next to you. broad shoulders, muscular physique, blonde sweat slicked hair and sharp jawline. he's impeccably dressed despite the heat, brown linen pants and a breezy white shirt, and you almost forget what your daughter has just said before realization sweeps over you like a tidal wave.

"I am... so sorry." you mumble out, bowing immediately.

"it's quite alright." the handsome stranger says, but you can only feel your  embarrassment worsen when you realize amu has probably called him a prince to his face.

"she, uh.... thinks you're the prince from her favorite storybook that I read her every night-" you mumble off, hoping to explain away this mortifying situation.

ah. nanami thinks. that makes a lot more sense.

he could cut you off, he supposes, but a part of him likes seeing a beautiful woman get flustered in front of him.

"i also didn't think she'd run away from me whilst I was dealing with a creep harassing me for my number, so, again, I deeply, deeply apologize-"

"please, no apologies necessary." he smiles, lowering his glasses so he can properly look into your eyes. from this angle, he realizes, he can see how perfectly the dress you're wearing hugs your neckline and count the odd bits of hair sticking out from the sides of your ears. you're beyond attractive. "amu was very well-behaved."

you relax at the stranger's kind words, gathering your courage to ask him for his name.

"thank you, mr...?"

"nanami. nanami kento."

"(l/n). (l/n) (y/n)."

the shy and quiet atmosphere is shattered by the sound of nearby footsteps, and the unwelcomed voice of the creep you thought you'd abandoned rings out from behind you again.

"there you are, gorgeous. thought i'd let you reject me that easily?"

amu darts away to hide her face in between your legs, as if sensing the danger in the air, as you turn around with an exasperated look on your face.

"I told you, sir, I'm not interested." you mutter through gritted teeth.

the 50 something year old man is persistent, stepping in even closer, the smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume overwhelming your senses. he even extends a hairy hand forward to try and grab your arm as he speaks, cooing at you.

"ah, come on. single mom like you? you know you can't raise a kid all by yourse-"

his hand stops a few inches from you when a tall figure suddenly steps in between the two of you, and when the old man yelps in pain, you realize it's nanami whose large hand has intercepted the creep's touch. all the warmth and gentleness that he was speaking with moments ago is gone, his sculpted face now stoic and emotionless as he burns holes into the man's head.

"don't touch her." nanami's seething, voice low and so cold that it sends a chill down your spine.

"and who the hell are you?" the man sputters, surprised by the sudden strength at which nanami is grabbing him.

nanami's response comes out without him thinking.

"i'm her damn husband."

you have to suppress your gasp of surprise, heart thundering inside your chest, as his tall figure doesn't waver whilst standing protectively between you and the stranger.

"and i refuse to tolerate such disgusting behavior against her, especially in front of my daughter." his tone leaves no room for argument, his muscles flexing under his shirt with each aggreived breath he takes.

"so i suggest you leave."

nanami shakes off the man's hand, forceful and strong. the look in his eyes is murderous.

"now."

you've never seen a man run so fast in your life, the man not even bothering to look back as he runs away, nearly tripping over his feet.

as the man disappears into the distance, you let out a shaky breath that you didn't realize you were holding in. letting cold air filling your lungs, your shoulders naturally relaxing downwards.

amu, sensing that the danger has gone, looks up at you then at nanami, before she bolts away from between your legs and her small fingers are grasping at nanami's left hand.

"da....ddy?" she mumbles out, unsure, but looking up at him with so much hope that all nanami can think to do is smile back.

you blink, brain freezing for a few moments, before you're gently pulling amu back into your arms and full on bowing in apology.

"I'm so sorry, kento san, i didn't think she'd uh, say all that-" you're mumbling nonsense, gaze on everything but him, and you're not sure if it's just hot outside or if the internal burning you're feeling is from the devastating embarrassment.

to your surprise, he just chuckles.

"would it be impolite to say i didn't mind?" nanami replies cooly, hands tucking into his pants. it gives you the courage to stare up at him, mouth open in shock, as he continues to explain himself.

"if anything, i apologise for introducing myself as your husband." he adds, sheepish. "i only meant to make the man disappear, but i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable by insinuating we were married."

it's your turn to smile slowly, jittery nerves and all.

"would it be impolite to say I didn't mind?" you repeat after him.

and you swear you've never seen a more beautiful sight than how brilliantly his face lights up at your response.

"... would you two like accompany me to lunch? i was about to head to a wonderful soba restaurant just around the corner."

you stand up straight, fingers light and tingling with excitement.

"only if it wouldn't be a bother."

he waves off your worries.

"it'd be a pleasure."

amu, sensing a lull in the conversation, circles around your legs to grab nanami's hand again.

but this time, she looks back at you with her other hand outstretched.

"mama coming?" she asks, voice quiet, head tilting to the side in curiosity.

"yes, is mama coming?" nanami adds, a hint of teasing to his question.

you resist the urge to smile even wider.

"coming."

a/n: mainly a clean out of my drafts! not sure how much i like how this turned out but i think it's kind of a cute idea and i know you guys appreciate me posting anything than nothing at all. thank you for all the love for on the other fics and for getting my blog to over 600 followers already, i'm so blessed x i hope this wasn't too bad to read haha.

ᯓ★ likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! ᯓ★

[mikok1tty]

❀ In which your milk ducts are clogged and husband!Nanami is more than willing to help 

It’s just to help feed the baby, he says. It’s his duty, he says. He can't stand seeing you wince, struggling to feed, grappling with this side of parenthood all by yourself.  

And that’s all well and good, but it doesn’t really explain why his glossy eyes are rolling back as he suckles on one of your leaking breasts. Glasses carelessly thrown on the bedside table, hair all mussed up, and shirt wrinkled, the Kento cradled on your chest is one you rarely see. He seems driven by some kind of madness and simultaneously, the most in-control he's ever been.

Firm hands grope and squeeze mercilessly, applying circular motions that steal your breath. His calloused fingers tickle the sensitive skin, eliciting shivers, shudders and whimpers out of you.

“Ken,” you whine, “you’re suckling too -hah- hard.”

A growl rips through the air when you attempt to squirm out of his hold. “The baby, h-honey. Think about the baby. She needs her mommy ready to go, doesn’t she?”

“But she’s already sleeping.”

He lets out a proud sigh. “She’s such a well-behaved little thing, isn’t she? She got it from you. My girls, so good to me, always so good.”

Pinned to the bed by his firm, muscular body, you can do nothing against the onslaught of sloppy smooches slobbering all over your tits. Sticky milk dribbles out but doesn’t drip too far before his greedy lips slurrrrps! up your sweet essence. 

“You taste so d-delicious, sweetheart, God, I can’t get enough of you.”

Rutting in between your quivering legs, his clothed cock, hard and throbbing, rubs just right against your pussy. Kento doesn’t even realise he’s grinding into you, that your pussy has long grown sloppy and messy under your panties, and that you’ve already orgasmed three times since he’s made it his personal mission to ease your aches.

“Ken! It’s too much, my nipples are too -ngh!- sensitive.”

Shushing you, he presses your breasts together so he can wrap his glossy lips around both nipples at the same time. “It’s alright, my love. You can take it. Just a little more, okay? Just a little more for Kento.”

“You have to s-stop soon.” It's been hours, the clog's long gone, but your husband shows no sign of stopping. You're not even sure he remembers why you're in this position to begin with. 

Obscene sounds reverberate around the room, dizzying you beyond sanity. Wet, sticky, and delirious, you’re helpless against the lapping of his gluttonous tongue on both of your breasts, flicking the oversensitive nipples, baring them to the steam of the air between you. “Five more minutes. P-please. I’ve earned it, haven’t I?”

You nod, feverish and crazed by his ravenous appetite. 

“Oh, thank you, honey. Thank you. You’re too good to me.” 

He has earned it — your husband is so patient, so caring, and diligent. You can put up with five more minutes. That’s what you thought, at least. But when time's up, he shakes off your weak pushes and latches himself onto a poor, abused breast and begs with a mouthful.

“Five m-more minutes, sweetheart, please? Just five more. I’ll fill you up and you -hah- can milk my cock too. Kento’s being fair, isn’t he? Kento’s never let you down, right? Of course not. So, be a good girl and tend to your husband, alright? He's positively starved.”

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Office fun with your husband/coworker, Nanami Kento ;)

“Kento, w-we shouldn’t.”

With your pencil skirt bundled up at your waist, he has the perfect opportunity to get a grip of your sheer tights and tug until they riiiiiiiip! Your husband will tell you he does that every time because he’s impatient and just needs to feel your warm and sopping wet pussy but the truth is, he just loves to make you gasp at his display of strength. 

Shushing you, he presses his nose to your already soaked panties and takes a deep inhale. “Mmm, you always smell so good, sweetheart.”

“Kento! Lunch is ending s-soon, we don’t have time,” you warn. 

His gruff laugh is your only response. “But I’m having my lunch now, honey.”

Your husband can be so mischievous when he wants to be. But there’s nothing you can do about it, especially when he’s pushing your panties to the side and lapping up your juices. The noises he makes as he sucks and slurps are obscene; they make your head spin. Sat on his desk, you struggle to find anywhere to grip for purchase when his long, expert fingers shoooooove their way in, filling you so good you swear you can cum already. 

Massaging your pleats, he groans at the way your gooey walls pulse around him, welcoming him back in. 

“I knew my wife needed me. Could sense it all the way here,” he mutters to himself. 

The cold metal on his finger meets your clit. Your back arches. Oh God. He’s rubbing his name with his ring. K E N T O….and something else… you can’t quite make it out. Glancing down, you see his half-lidded eyes already on yours, watching your heaving chest bounce and shiver. 

“Ah! K-ken! Right there!”

Tie loose and shirt unbuttoned at the collar, he’s gasping for breath too, desperate to not have to resurface unless he has to. “I can tell you’re -ha- close, darling. You always clamp d-down on me like you don’t —yes, that’s it sweetheart ride my fingers— like y-you don’t want me to go when you’re about to cum. It always drives me positively mad.”

Those fingers curl inside, rubbing again and again against that smooth spot inside you that makes your stomach cave in and your legs shake. His glasses are fogging up and, with a growl of frustration, he rips it off and reaches up to place it on your nose. Your vision blurs. 

“Take care of those for me, won’t you, honey? Darn things are getting in the way of me spoiling my beautiful girl.”

“Y-yes, Ken.”

Humming, he rewards you with a looooong suuuuuckk of your clit and your hands flies to his hair, mussing it up, threatening to make him bald. He doesn’t seem to mind because his fingers dig deeper inside, kissing your cervix as he refamiliarises himself with your sensitive spot. 

Then, with the tip of his tongue, instead of his wedding ring, he continues writing on your clit while his spare hand keeps your hips steady, branding a punishing grip every time you writhe to get away; your husband hates when you get in the way of his daily worshipping.

K

E

N T 

O

…..

“Fuck! What are —nghnnn!— you writing?”

“You can’t tell, sweetheart? You’re hurting your poor —mmm— husband’s feelings. God, you’re so beautiful sweet —uh no ha— d-darling.”

So lost in his own pleasure, he’s getting his terms of endearment mixed up and you know he’s growing more desperate to make you cum in record time. At any moment now, someone could walk in, could catch him loving up on his wife and though he wouldn’t mind, he knows you’d be very upset and he just can’t have that, can he?

When your eyes meet his again, you know from the possessive glint that heats your skin up that he’s been writing KENTO’S over and over again, muttering it into your quivering hole like it could reach your very soul and mark you everywhere. 

“Only mine, sweetheart. All mine. Even when we have our precious baby. These,” he pinches a nipple through your tight white shirt, almost see-through from your perspiration, “will still be mine. I’ll just share, no? Because I’m such a good papa, aren’t I?”

You nod, promising whatever he wants. 

“Good. Now, cum on my fingers and then, we’ll make love against the door, is that alright, my love? We’ll practice keeping quiet too. You’ll get better, I’m sure. You’ve always been such a good girl. My good girl.”

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Bath Time

Summary: nothing relieves you of stress like bath sex with Nanami Kento Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: porn with little plot, fingering, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex, choking

“Come here, sweetheart. The bath’s perfect.”

You’ve had a long day — your boss was mean, blaming you for a missing file, your team were especially incompetent today, you dropped your sandwich and stubbed your toe on the freaking coffee table when you were settling down at home. It's like being stood on the edge of a cliff, having been shoved at every turn until there's nowhere left to go.

But Nanami Kento, being the best husband ever, saw the tension in your shoulders and the strain in your smile immediately. He held your face in his soothing hands and kissed your forehead, letting you know he’ll run you a bath and all you could do was insist he bathe with you. 

And, of course, he didn't turn down the invitation.

“Oh, Ken,” you moan as you submerge half of your body under the weather and lean back into his chest with his legs cradling yours. Hair tired up, you’re completely bare, skin to skin, and the steam is filling your vision. The hot water is amazing but you’re still tense, burrows furrowed as you think about all the things that went wrong. 

He hums, cupping water and letting it cascade over your body. “You must have had a long day, my love.”

“You have no idea.”

Kento grips your shoulders, fingers pressing and kneading in small, circular motions. His thumbs are working out the kinks and knots in your muscles, grumbling in disapproval over how overworked you are. You feel ripples of pleasure and relief washing over you, the water lapping gently around your bodies as you sink deeper into the bath, leaning further into his warmth. 

His hands explore lower, tracing the dips and divots of your collarbone, feeling and tracing in an intuitive rhythm. Years of love and devotion and faith have been buried in his bones; he knows exactly how to touch you so the tension melts away, so your eyelids are left fluttering shut and moans escape you. 

“Feel good, sweetheart?”

“Mhm, so good, Kenny,” you moan out with a smile. 

Pressing soft kisses to your dry hair, he mutters soft confession of love. His soft lips move to your neck, tasting the salt of your skin even through the fragrant soap. A faint lavender smell wisps with the steam, calming your nerves, but truthfully, all you can smell and feel and hear is Kento. 

Always Kento.

He’s being so sweet, so attentive, so kind and you're being very very bad. 

You shouldn’t be pressing your legs together and your nipples shouldn’t be tightening into stiff peaks. And when your hand falls onto his knee, you definitely shouldn’t be sliding it down his thigh, searching for something in particular. 

Although, to be fair, he should not be hardening against your back.

“Now, now, darling. This isn’t about me,” he chastises you, playfully biting your shoulder. 

You groan in complaint. “But Ken...I want to. I want to feel you. I want you inside of me. Please?”

Kento sighs and buries his face into the crook of your neck, arms winding around your waist to hold you close. You can tell he’s fighting the urge to do as you say, even though it would be so easy to just let you have what you’re desiring. You’re sure you’re soaked enough to have him slip in, it wouldn’t be the smoothest entry, but the stretch would be so delicious, like a massage from the inside. 

His hands are gripping your waist tightly but when one of yours pull at his, lifting it to carry the weight of a breast, he doesn’t put up a fight, rather he begins kneading as if he can’t help himself. Then he groans into your skin, thumb flicking your nipples, and you write in his arms.

“Oh, I could never say no to you, could I?”

Turning your head, you meet his lips with yours. It’s a slow, sensual kiss. You feel every drop of love from his very soul be swallowed by you and you can only accept everything he has to give. Whilst his hand continues to grope your breast, his other slides down your stomach and disappears between your legs. 

He grunts. “Sweetheart, you’re soaked.”

“I can’t help it,” you coo, “you’re just too good at massages, Kenny.” 

His fingers spread you open, his touching gliding around your clit where he begins rubbing tight, rhythmic circles, mimicking the motion he used on your shoulders. “Oh, that’s so good,” you whimper.

And when his fingers curve into your pussy, your back arches instinctively, hand clutching his wrist like you want to simultaneously keep him close and pull him away. His touch is firm, unyielding as he seeks out your pleasure, curling against the spongy part of your pussy that makes you release a shaky breath. 

“I missed you all day, darling,” Kento confesses. “I’m always ever so lonely when I’m not holding you.”

Hearing his gruff voice in your ear, calloused fingers massaging your insides and solid abs tensing at your back, you're being driven crazy. It’s too much and yet not enough. You want more, you want him inside. Now. 

He knows. 

He can see it in the way your ass is grinding against his hard length and the way you’re thrusting your chest in the air, encouraging him to pinch your nipple. And Kento’s never held anything back from you, never let you down, or left you wanting more. So, he lifts your hips, the water sloshing with the movement and you sink down on his cock.

“Here you go, beautiful,” he groans. “Take it all in, alright?”

Just as you had anticipated, the stretch is magnificent and you’re whimpering, nails digging into his thighs, the muscles there flex as he grunts. He’s sliding in with just the right amount of friction to leave you panting and when you bottom out, his hand flies up to your throat, holding your head close. The ceiling is all you can see as your mouth falls open in a perpetual moan.

Squeezing slightly, he steals your breath just as he thrusts up, heavy balls slapping your clit. You almost cum right there and then. 

“Ah, Ken!”

His mouth descends on yours, gulping every muttering of his name you’re feeding him. The water is sloshing around, moving with every thrust you make down his length, and when he rubs your clit again, bubbles form, frothing. Tiny droplets are clinging to your arms, and you can’t tell whether they’re from the bath or whether they’re beads of sweat. 

“God, you’re so tight, sweetheart,” he rasps, hand tightening around your neck. “I love you so much.”

Finding the energy to giggle, somehow, you tease, “Me or my pussy, Ken?”

“Both.” He emphasises his answer with a kiss to your temple, a smile pressed to your skin.

When he gives you a combination of a squeeze of your neck, a thrust up inside your wet walls and a pinch of your clit, you cum. Body tensing and back arching, you explode on his cock, an elongated moan reaching his ears and fuelling his own orgasm as you clench down on him painfully. 

“I love you so much, Ken!”

“God! Always so fucking tight, darling.”

Thick ropes of hot cum paint your insides as you both ride out your highs, and you’re groaning and holding each other tightly, afraid to slip and lose the warmth you’re emanating. 

Eventually, a silence falls upon the bathroom and the water stills to small ripples as you find contentment in each other's mere presence. The day's troubles fade anway and you can't even remember why you were so upset.

His voice is low, breathy and with a slight tremble when he asks, “Feel better, my love?”

You twist your body to kiss him, answering his question with your touch, sloppy cunt pulsing on his softening cock and swallowing the hiss he pushes out as you threaten to overstimulate him. 

"Careful, darling," he murmurs.

You whisper into his lips, “Thank you so much, Ken.”

Tearing up, you place a hand on his heart and rejoice in the galloping there, finding comfort that his beating reflects yours. Shaking his head, he pecks your mouth and with a conviction that makes you all gooey inside, he insists, “You never need to thank me for loving you, sweetheart. I’d do that for free and expecting nothing in return.”

And when he holds you like that, like you’re the most precious thing in the world and no one could ever take you from him, you know he means it. Because at every cliff you've found yourself on, he's the one that brings you back home.

Always.

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everybody knows that im a good girl officers!

pairing: . ݁₊ ⊹ .: sukuna ryomen n’ toji fushiguro

synopsis : . ݁₊ ⊹ baking gone wrong! (or maybe right in your case?)

contains: sexual content MDNI, spanking, degradation, full nelson position, double penetration, blah blah blaaaah.. wc: im honestly not even sure

header from: . ݁₊ ⊹: lady k and the sick man

a/n :BABE WAKE UP, DSIIRES FINALLY POSTED 🗣️‼️ but all jokes aside, hii loveliess im back 😊!! i decided to finally post something, and since this was sitting in my drafts, why not post it? i do admit the ending is kind of rushed, so please forgive me🙇🏽‍♀️ but i hope you all enjoy, comments and requests are gladly appreciated! <3

sweet, sugary, scents of vanilla and cinnamon danced throughout the air as sunlight streamed in through your lace curtains, casting warm, golden hues upon your kitchen countertops.

baking flour dusted your cheeks as a determined glint shined in your eyes, precisely measuring the ingredients for the cake you were baking. it was your best friends birthday, after all. what better way to surprise her than with a home-baked cake?

once the cake pans were safely in the oven, you let out a sigh of relief. this morning had been dedicated to baking, and you were longing for a moment of relaxation. retrieving your cellphone, you settled onto the couch, letting your mind wander as you scrolled away through the screen to pass the time for a few minutes.

but minutes turned into moments, and the once familiar, sweet aroma began to fade away. a faint whiff of something burning wafted into your nose, snapping you out of your current reverie.

panicked, you rushed to the oven, heart pounding in your chest. smoke billowed from the oven, tendrils curling ominously towards the ceiling.

with a gasp, you yanked open the oven door, greeted by a charred mess where your sweets once stood. panicking, you frantically reached for your phone and dialed the fire department.

standing anxiously outside your house, you clutched her phone tightly, desperately awaiting for the distant sound of sirens to signal the arrival of the fire department.

soon enough, the welcoming wail of an approaching engine filled your ears—and within moments, the fire truck came to a brief halt in front of your home. two firefighters emerged from the truck, and as they stepped onto the pavement, their imposing figures caught your attention.

the first firefighter, with a rugged build and striking pinkish hair, exuded confidence as he surveyed the scene. beside him, stood his colleague, tall and commanding with dark black hair, his presence radiating confidence as well as cockiness.

the males strode up to you, their boots echoing against the pavement. the salmon-haired one with distinct facial tattoos— who’s badge read S. RYŌMEN, glared at you with annoyance while his counterpart surveyed the area.

"alright, what's the deal here? we got a call about some sorta emergency, but I'm not seeing any flames. don't tell me we rushed over here for nothin’.” he spoke, his deep voice carrying an air of authority.

the raven-haired officer's— who’s badge read T. FUSHIGURŌ—eyebrows knitted together, his deep, husky, voice tinged with irritation. "are we being pranked here, girl?" he questioned snarkily, his skepticism evident as he glanced around the seemingly ordinary surroundings. however, as you apologized and ushered them inside, their expressions softened slightly, replaced by a mix of curiosity and concern.

as they stepped into the kitchen— their boots leaving faint imprints on the linoleum floor— a wave of smoke greeted them, swirling lazily in the air. the acrid smell of burnt pastries hung heavy, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere in the room. ryōmen coughed lightly, his hand instinctively reaching for the collar of his uniform to cover his nose.

fushigurō sighed heavily as his gaze fixed on the charred remnants of what was once a baking sheet. "well, would you look at that? someone tried playing chef but ended up setting the kitchen on fire," the black-haired officer he muttered, his annoyance palpable in the air as he casually observed the smoke-filled chaos before him.

“i'm so sorry for the false alarm," you apologized, your voice filled with genuine remorse. "I was trying to bake a cake and—well—things got a bit…out of hand…”

the pair exchanged glances, then moved swiftly, their practiced efficiency a stark contrast to the mess you had inadvertently created. they quickly ventilated the room, opening windows and turning on fans to dispel the lingering smoke. as they moved, they checked for any remaining embers or hotspots, ensuring that the fire was completely out and that there was no risk of it reigniting.

as the firefighters continued their work, you couldnt help but stare. their tall, bulked figures were much larger compared to your own. the way you could hear their subtle grunts as they finished up their job…

lets just say, your mind definitely started to wander elsewhere..

ryōmen kneeled down and inspected the oven, his brow furrowing deeper. "looks like yer’ cake batter overflowed and caught fire," he remarked, his voice tinged with frustration. "next time, keep an eye on the oven temperature."

yet of course, you werent paying him any attention listening, too deep in the wet daydream that was playing idly in your mind. the pink-haired officer stood up and cleared his throat, “miss?”

you jumped, his voice snapping you out of the “daydream” you were having. you nodded vigorously, feeling the heat of embarrassment flush your cheeks. "i will—i promise. thank you both so much for coming so quickly."

you hurried to your cupboard to get them some water. rummaging through your cabinets, you managed to find a couple of clean glasses, and filled them with cool water from the tap. when you returned, they were just finishing up, their equipment neatly packed away.

"here," you said, offering the glasses. "please, have some water. it's the least i can do."

fushigurō took a glass with a nod of thanks, while his partner accepted the other with a grin. "thanks," he said, "surprised ya’ didnt burn the water this time…”

you couldn't help but chuckle softly, the tension of the situation easing slightly with the joke. "i try my best," you replied, a small smile playing on your lips. "but m’ really sorry for the trouble. is there any way i can make it up to you both?"you offered, hoping to ease the tension in the room and show your gratitude for their prompt response.

ryōmen glanced at his partner before responding, his expression twisting mischievously.

he placed his glass down as he leaned back on the kitchen table, his tall figure towering over you darkly.

“you said you’re really sorry, hm?” he spoke lowly, his crimson eyes now lowering, gazing onto you.

you nodded eagerly, unsure of what he was implying. “um, well— yes of course-“

the officers lust-laced voice spoke words you doubted you would ever hear…

"then prove it."

so here you were— half-naked in your living room, in a standing full nelson position, sandwiched between the two men that were once standing in your kitchen—now both pounding you silly.

your helpless mewls mixing with the lewd squelches your cunt made filled the empty silence in the room. fushigurō’s long, thickness was so prominent as it kneaded itself against your g-spot, making you fall into a cock-drunk daze.

"that feel good, huh'?", toji muttered, gazing lasciviously into your eyes while supporting your legs high. it was so intimate— but so naughty too, the way he was so filthy..

you nodded in reply, clearly too overstimulated to speak properly. luckily, sukuna was quick to amend your actions—sending a swift, sharp, strike against your ass.

"didn't he ask you a question? say it properly, slut, don't make us waste our breath like you did our time now," he snarled behind you. his strokes were so rugged and mean, much meaner than tojis (which was unsurprisingly fitting for the man), making you whimper breathlessly from the pleasure.

"f-feels s'good tojiiiii—“ you whined out the name in reply, hiccuping. it was true, the way they both grinded against each other, inside of you, leaving you trembling, aching with pleasure. this position requiring them hit harder, deeper, inside of your soaked, throbbing slit— it was too much.

"good fuckin' girl, look at ya'— squeezin' us so tight. yer takin' us so well," fushiguro commented, leaning in for a kiss. his scarred lips passionately met your own, letting out a soft, suppressed groan. he went deeper into the kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth.

his hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him as he continued thrusting into you from the front. meanwhile, his counterpart pounded away at your stuffed cunt relentlessly; each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in both your bodies.

you found yourself lost in this sensual haze of double penetration bliss— moaning uncontrollably into toji’s mouth while feeling your hole being stretched to its limits by these two. your entire world consisted of nothing but the rhythmic movement between your legs and the taste of salty sweat on fushigurō's lips as ryōmen whispered dirty nothings into your ear that only fueled your desire even more.

sukuna’s hands gripped tightly onto your hips as he pounded into you harder than before, his breathing becoming ragged in your ear with each passing second. toji followed suit by grabbing one of your legs and lifting it up high enough for him to hit a new angle inside of you— sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout every inch of your being.

“filthy whore— paying your debt with—ngh.. dick,” sukuna began, still thrusting into you, but at a much irregular pace now. “who knew such a seemingly innocent thing like you could be so dirty.. starin’ us, shit, up and down like slabs of meat..”

as the intensity of their movements increased, so did the intoxicating pleasure coursing through your body. you felt like you were on the brink of orgasm yourself— and apparently so did ryōmen and fushigurō. both men let out loud grunts, no longer holding back, and began to thrust deeper. it was painfully clear that they were close to reaching their climaxes.

“damn, m’so fuckin’ close— ya gonna let us cum inside? knock up this— fuck, tight ass cunt of yers’?” toji grunted.

"please," you begged between gasps for air, "cum inside me...need it..so badly.” your voice was hoarse from the countless moans and whines that ehshshsh. your whiny, raspy pleas and helpless cries were enough to send both men over the edge. so, with one final push from fushigurō and a deep moan from ryōmen, both men came inside of you simultaneously - painting every crevice with their warming, sticky ropes of essence.

as they both released inside of you, your body was hit with an overwhelming wave of pleasure unlike anything you had ever experienced. your cunt clenched tightly around their cocks as they emptied themselves into you, milking every last drop from their swollen, pulsating shafts.

your eyes rolled back into your head— a mixture of pain and ecstasy that left you breathless moments afterward. tears streamed down your face from the sheer intensity of the orgasm that coursed through every inch of your limp body.

the room was silent for a moment as the three of you caught your breath. you could feel their cum slowly dripping out of you as the two men pulled out, leaving behind a sticky mess beneath them.

looking up, toji’s lust-filled stare met your own, a small scar-ridden smirk decorating his face. “that was fuckin’ incredible, god,” he said before ryōmen spoke teasingly behind you..

“but you know, theres better ways to get fucked then damn near burning your house down..”

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cw (minors please dni): fem!reader, sub!gojo, super soft sex, riding, so much love, satoru cries but not in a sexy way (my vulnerable baby), honestly more cute than smutty

a/n: it kinda hurt my heart to write this <//3 (i lied about sugu being posted next this was very impromptu)

most of the time, yes, satoru does fuck hard and fast like it's the last time he'd ever be able to do it. releasing all of the built-up adrenaline, going feral on you.

but sometimes, he just needs to be taken care of. to feel appreciated. to feel something.

in between the sultry charges of intimacy, love creeps through and makes itself known. in the gentle rocks of your hips as you ride him so tenderly; in the way your fingers lace with his holding his hands and feeling him grip yours slightly tighter with each devoted clench of your sweet pussy; in the way you moan each other's names like a secret.

his beautiful, vulnerable orbs of emotion unobstructed by any blindfold or glasses, staring up at you like you're his solace, his heaven and earth, his reason to be alive.

soft locks of ivory are fanned out on the pillow and fall around his eyes as he lies back against the bed. pink, pretty lips parted as soft whimpers breathe out from between them.

“hah baby... y-you're so good to me,” he murmurs, detangling his fingers from yours to reach up and tuck your hair behind your ear, getting a better view of your face.

his heart races in his chest, pounding, never getting fatigued or stopping for a break. you're the air he breathes, after all. you see the way his eyes soften even more. he trails his hands down from your hair, to your shoulders, down the curve of your back and up. again, down your back and up.

you feel his fingers tremble against your goosebump-riddled skin.

“shh, just enjoy it. my pretty boy, you deserve to relax, to be pampered-- fuck... ‘s so good,” your moan cuts off the rest of your sentence when you sink your hips down on him and the curve of his leaking dick hits your sweet spot just right.

“you're so beautiful.”

“you're beautiful, too,” you smile, leaning down to kiss his cheek where a crystal jewel tumbles down it. his breath catches in his throat, choked with emotion.

he didn't even realise he was crying. but being treated like the most precious of china shatters him and heals something deep within him at the same time.

his arms, suddenly feeling weak, curl around your waist and pull you into his chest. you can feel the thudding of his heart against you, his stomach constricting with each delicate bounce of your hips, and hear his breathy moans in your ear as he embraces you tightly.

your hips don't relent. shallow thrusts, loving, reverent. neither of you are rushing to your peaks. the gradual build-up, the intimacy, the skin-to-skin all feel just as euphoric.

“take care of me, please.” the words come out hushed, like they were never even meant to be voiced, tasting foreign on his tongue. but with no sense of hesitation, you comply.

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thinking of daddy!nanami fucking you while spitting such harsh words into your ear >_<

"fuck, baby, y'pussy's so fuckin' tight, so wet f'me hm?" he groaned in your ear gruffly, slowly pounding into your little pussy. you couldnt bare to get any words out, his fat cock stuffing you so full it was impossible for you to form a coherent sentence.

when he realizes you're too cock drunk to speak, he slams into you harder, his thumb circling your clit mercilessly. you moan into his ear, tears streaming down your face from how long you've been waiting to cum. "tell me how good i make you feel, fucking say it." he says harshly, grabbing your hips forcefully. you open your mouth to speak, but only the tiniest squeak sneaks its way out. "ah!" you cry, your hands scratching at his back.

"d-daddy—" you sob. kento's hand reached up to squeeze your tit roughly, your cry making him grunt. "what is it, baby? say it, tell me." he whispers in your ear, "tell daddy you love being his slut, tell me how much you love my cock." he mutters, his hand snaking around your throat.

"i—" you squeak, your hands grabbing his biceps in pure need. "i love being y'slut, daddy, l-love your cock s'much..." you cry, feining for his touch. "wan' cum daddy, wann' cum so bad." you beg, practically clawing at his chest as he fucks you so deep that his bulge is visible in your lower tummy.

"go ahead baby, cum. cum all over my cock, let me feel that pretty pussy cum." and you do. you moan loudly, both the skin slapping and the mix of your guys moans and grunts echoing throughout his penthouse. as he feels your tight pussy squeeze around his cock, he groans into your neck, cumming inside of you and filling his little princess up.

"good girl, good girl, you're such a good fucking girl— shit— shit," he stuttered, his body falling on top of yours as you both breathe heavily, worn out from the much needed and deserved orgasm. he lifted his head up slowly, kissing your forehead softly.

"you did so good baby. daddys so proud of you." he whispered before realizing you had fell asleep, and soon fell asleep after you too.

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um yeah dilf toji bc i've neglected him recently :( it's must with a little bit of humor at the end lol

one thing that dilf toji hates is when you tease him about being an old man. the hell with that. he knows he's not that much older than you.. what's a decade give or take a couple of years? but you always seem to tick him off, calling him old man as if it's supposed to be endearing? you're just a brat-- a brat who just loves his old man dick.

"old man, huh? i'd like to see an old man that could fuck you this good." he spits out, cock ramming in and out of you like there's no tomorrow. you've both lost track of how long you've been fucking-- to you, whose face is shoved into a fluffy pillow, tears of overstimulation running down your cheeks-- it feels like an eternity.

he grabs your shoulders, using you to brace himself as his dick reaches deeper and deeper. toji smirks at the way you moan, with the way your voice sounds like a desperate little whimper.

"yeah, look whose crying now-- crying over an old man's dick. isn't that right, baby? you just want a big, strong old man to take care of this cunt don't you?" he taunts, watching the way you babble about how good he's making you feel.

you're at the height of your zillionth orgasm, getting off on his dirty words, but as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, you hear him let out an out of character hiss. his cock pulling out of you, leaving you confused and empty.

turning your head around, toji's clutching his back, eyes squeezed shut in pain. did he just throw his back out? the jokes write themselves. you can't help but fall over laughing, covering your face with your hands, trying to be discrete with your giggles.

"quit it kid," he huffs, "ain't nothing funny right now. "

"hehe whatever you say old man."

don't worry. once he's stretched a little that pussy is getting wrecked.

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toji almost getting out-fucked by his girl | 18+

now he’s the one struggling. fuck.

toji grits his teeth in frustration and mild awe. one of his hands rise to grip your nape, pulling you down to his chest as if he needs the leverage. your thighs tremble where they straddle his hips, walls clenching in those slick, fluttering spasms that spell another orgasm. and still—still—you’re laughing. crazy brat.

“that what it feels like? being old?” you jeer. his nostrils flare. he’s lasted longer than most men stay conscious, but you? still bouncing up and down on his dick like your pussy’s hellbent on draining every drop. and it’s working—thighs gone numb, balls tight with the threat of release. close. he knows it. so do you.

“fuckin’—little brat,” toji growls, throat raw. “been tryin’a make me tap out?”

your voice, sugar-sweet and soaked in malice.

“wasn’t trying. almost did.”

that’s when toji snaps. he drives his heels into the mattress and thrusts up with so much force it wrenches a squeal from your throat—then manhandles you onto your back in one brutal sweep. pins both your wrists above your head and starts fucking you in earnest. your body gives out before your pride does. another orgasm rips through you, walls seizing around him so tight it makes his vision go white for a second. toji finishes with a snarl, cock buried to the hilt, stays there. twitching away the residual spasms. catching his breath.

only once he’s sure you’re out cold does he ease back. slow withdrawal. cum drips thick down your thighs. he watches it for a beat, then cracks his neck, wipes the sweat off his brow.

even on the verge of death, toji fushiguro would rather bite off his tongue than admit he almost got out-fucked by his girl.

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VOLUME CONTROL: OFF .ᐟ.ᐟ

cw: neighbour choso, he's a broke loser, this man whimpers, okay?, mean!reader, not mean mean but mean mean if you understand what i meant, yes he's pathetic too, pu$$y drunk choso, begging, p in v, lots of whimpering :p

neighbour!choso was quiet. the kind of quiet that made you suspicious. you never saw him with friends, never heard a TV, never once got a “good morning” in passing. just the occasional nod when your eyes met in the hallway—hood pulled up, bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept since taxes were invented. you figured he was just some overworked, underpaid loser trying to scrape by.

neighbour!choso wasn’t quiet at night, though. oh no. he was a fucking problem after 1AM. the kind of problem that had you pausing your playlist, rolling your eyes, and pressing your ear to the wall with a sigh. moaning. whining. deep, needy groans echoing through your apartment like a damn soundtrack. you’d groan into your pillow, “jesus christ, get a fleshlight already,” but you never turned away. curiosity was a hell of a drug.

neighbour!choso had the audacity to still look shy when you showed up at his door one morning, hoodie thrown over sleepwear, jaw locked and unimpressed. “are you seriously jerking off this early?” you asked, arms crossed. he blinked at you like a deer in headlights, lips parted in slow horror.

“uh—I, I didn’t think you’d—I mean I didn’t mean—”

“when was the last time you fucked, huh?”

he looked like you’d slapped him. the tips of his ears went pink. his neck followed. “...i don’t remember.”

you scoffed. “damn. no wonder you’re moaning like you’re auditioning for a porn studio every night.”

neighbour!choso looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.

you tilted your head. “you could’ve just called an escort, you know.”

his voice cracked. “i—I can’t afford that…”

you sighed. long, dramatic, exasperated. “broke and pathetic. christ.”

but then you didn’t leave.

no—you stepped past him, into his shitty little apartment with peeling wallpaper and mismatched chairs, and gave him the kind of once-over that made his knees go weak. you sat down on the edge of his bed and patted your thigh.

“…well? show me how desperate you are, then.”

neighbour!choso dropped to his knees like you’d just handed him god’s permission slip. fingers trembling, eyes wide, lips already parted like he couldn’t breathe until he had your pussy on his tongue. and when you spread your legs? he whimpered.

“needy little loser,” you muttered, threading your fingers into his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him groan. “you get off every night to the thought of me, don’t you?”

he nodded against your thigh, breath hot, voice wrecked: “y-yeah. all the time.”

“figured,” you rolled your eyes. “you’re loud as fuck. next time just beg.”

neighbour!choso licked like he’d die without it. like your pussy was the cure to his broke boy blues. every moan vibrated against you, every breath shaky, tongue messy and relentless as he sobbed into your cunt. and when you came, legs clamped around his head, dragging him in?

you said, “don’t stop until I say so.”

neighbour!choso had tears in his eyes when he finally pulled back, face soaked, lips glossy. “c-can I—can I fuck you?”

“hmm?” you smirked. “thought you were broke. dick work just fine, huh?”

he nodded. hard. desperate. “please. let me show you how sorry I am.”

neighbour!choso was thick. hot and twitching as he pushed inside like he’d been saving this last bit of strength just for you. your breath caught, nails dragging down his back as he bottomed out with a broken moan. you barely had time to catch your breath before he started moving.

"shit—Choso—"

"i'm sorry—i’m so sorry—" he moaned into your neck, "feels too good, i’ll do better, I swear—"

"then fuck me like you mean it."

neighbour!choso did. hips snapping hard enough to make the bed creak, his rhythm deep, focused, uncoordinated in the best way. he bit down on every whimper like he was ashamed of how much he needed it—you—this. you dragged your nails down his back, grinned when he whimpered like he was about to cry.

“this the first real pussy you’ve had in years?” you whispered in his ear.

he choked on a moan. “y-yeah—fuck—I’m close—”

“then come in me, loser,” you growled. “but you’re cleaning up the mess.”

neighbour!choso came with a full-body tremble, cock twitching as he spilled deep, breath catching like he didn’t know whether to cry or thank you. he stayed inside you, arms trembling, forehead pressed to your collarbone like you’d broken something inside him.

maybe you had.

“…so,” you muttered, dragging fingers through his hair. “next time you moan that loud, I better be the one making you.”

neighbour!choso nodded, dazed. “y-yeah. I—I promise.”

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🜼 ⋆ nanami loves waking up in the morning with you spooned into him, not to mention, also loves fucking you til you’re breathless.

you wake up to the distinct, unmistakable feeling of being watched but it’s not uncomfortable. it never is with nanami.

his arm is already around you, forearm firm under your chest, right beneath the weight of your tits, where the heat of his skin is branding. you feel it before you even open your eyes: his cock, thick and stiff, nestled against the swell of your ass. and then his voice, rich and velvet-dark, cuts through the haze of your sleepy mind.

“there you are,” nanami murmurs against the back of your neck, lips grazing over your skin like he owns it. “you always make the prettiest sounds in your sleep, you know that?”

you make a noise, something between a breath and a whimper. still half-asleep. you try to stretch, but his arm tightens, keeps you flush against his chest. he kisses behind your ear, slow and deep, while his hand ghosts down your belly with all the patience of a man who has no intention of letting you go anywhere.

“been hard for the last half hour,” he breathes, voice shot through with that casual arrogance. the kind he never says out loud in public, but here, in the dark hush of your shared bed, he lets it out. “you kept moving against me. thought you were teasing.”

you’re not. weren’t even. not consciously, anyway. you don’t even remember shifting in your sleep, but the way his fingers trail over your hip and dip between your thighs makes it very clear what you did do.

he hums when he finds you already wet—his middle finger dragging through the slick mess between your folds, slow and deliberate, like he’s confirming what he already knows.

“mm. see?” he says against your skin, voice curling with smug amusement. “your body knows what it wants even before you do.”

you try to roll your hips back, to chase the friction of him. he lets you. barely. his thigh nudges between yours, and you instinctively hook your leg around his, spreading yourself wider. open and helpless, still caught between sleep and morning light.

“that’s it,” he murmurs. “lazy little thing. just let me do the work.”

you feel him shift behind you, his cock nudging at your entrance, already leaking, already impossibly hard. but he doesn’t rush. he never rushes. he just ruts against you in slow, maddening rolls, soaking the head of his cock in your slick, teasing you with the promise of fullness without giving it yet.

his other hand fists gently in your hair, just tight enough to tilt your head back, exposing your throat to his mouth. he kisses down the line of it, soft and damp and hungry. every inch he touches feels like it lights up beneath his lips.

“so needy,” he breathes. “and you haven’t even said a word yet.”

you make a noise that might be his name—half-whine, half-moan—and it earns you a low, pleased chuckle.

“use your words, sweetheart,” he says, voice dipped in something wicked and affectionate. “or should i just take this pretty little pussy the way i want it?”

you gasp when he pushes in—not slow this time, but steady and deep, bottoming out with a low groan like the heat of you knocked the wind from his chest.

“fuck,” he hisses, teeth grazing your shoulder. “tight as ever. and so wet—what am i gonna do with you, hm?”

you choke on a moan, back arching instinctively as your body tries to take him even deeper. he shifts his thigh between yours again, spreading you wider, angling your hips just right—and when he thrusts again, it hits a spot that makes your whole body jerk.

“there it is,” he mutters, smug. “knew you’d take it like this. knew you’d let me have you, just like this—sleepy and sweet and dripping.”

his hand slides up from your hip to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there, grounding you. his thumb strokes beneath your jaw like he’s coaxing something from you.

“say it,” he whispers, lips brushing your ear. “tell me it’s mine.”

you can barely breathe, let alone speak. but you do. broken, wrecked, half-crying the words.

“yours. it’s yours.”

he groans at that, thrusts getting just a little rougher, still deep, still measured, but now fueled by that possessive edge that simmers just under his skin.

“that’s right,” he grits out. “my girl. my perfect little thing. fuck—this pussy was made for me.”

you come without warning, clenching around him like your body couldn’t possibly hold back. he doesn’t stop. doesn’t give you time to fall apart fully, kento just keeps fucking you through it, voice low and breathless.

“gonna fill you up,” he murmurs. “wanna watch it leak out of you after—drip down your thighs while you try to make coffee.”

you whine, too fucked out to argue. too high on the feeling of him—his cock, his voice, his body wrapped around yours like a blanket and a brand all at once.

and when he does finally come—hips stuttering, groaning into your neck—you feel it everywhere. the warmth of it, the weight of him, the way he doesn’t pull out even after.

just holds you there. cock still buried deep. arms wrapped tight.

you think he might drift off like that. spent, content, still inside you.

but then he kisses your shoulder again, and murmurs, amused, “i’ll clean you up after.” he nuzzles to you, pressing himself like he wants to be in your skin.

“but right now, i want to feel it. stay like this for me, yeah?”

[mikok1tty]

Husband!Toji who tracks your menstruaI cycle not to help you through your shark week (those snacks you’d been craving? Those all-new heat pads? Pffft, those were just coincidental, duh) but so he knows the exact week to pound you day n’ night into the mattress trying to make Megumi an older brother.

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whining to kento how much you missed him while he's literally inside you

“kento…” your voice is a soft hum, lips brushing his sharp jawline as you kiss him, needy and trembling.

you’re pressed beneath him on the bed, his broad frame caging you as his cock fills you, stretching you with every slow passionate thrust.

nanami grunts, a low rumble in his chest, and thrusts deeper, his palm sliding up to grip your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp.

“hmm?” he hums as he tilts his head, eyes catching yours in the dim light, your hands clutch his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, and you whine, the sound spilling out as his hips rock into you.

“missed you… hmp… missed you so much…” he groans, deep and throaty, his thrusts picking up speed, each one hitting harder, making your body jolt against the sheets.

his lips find the tip of your chin, kissing it softly before tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “mh yeah? missed me, honey?” you nod, breathless, your eyes glassy as you look up at him. “yeah,” you pant, voice breaking into another whine as he thrusts again, his cock dragging against your walls, sending sparks through your body.

“been gone too long, kento.. fuck i missed you.” he’d been away for weeks, buried in overtime at that damn office, leaving you alone in your apartment.

you’d spent nights curled up in his shirts, texting him late, your messages growing needier until he finally came home tonight.

but now? Now he’s here, inside you, making up for lost time, and you’re not holding back.

“shit,” he mutters, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to make you moan. “you missed me that much, huh?” his hips snap faster, the bed creaking under his rhythm, and you cry out, your legs trembling around his waist. “tell me, honey, what’d you miss most?”

“everything,” you gasp, your voice a mess of whines and moans as he thrusts deeper. “your voice, your hands, your… hmp… your smell, just—you.” he groans again, his lips curling into a slight, cheeky smirk.

“everything?” he leans closer, kissing your jaw, his breath hot against your skin. “you’re makin’ it real hard to stay gentle, sweetheart.” his thrusts are harder now, but still measured, each one hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“kento, i–” you cut off with a moan, his cock driving deeper, your walls clenching tight. “i just… needed you so bad.” your words are desperate, hands sliding to his back, nails raking his skin as you pull him closer.

“fuck, my love..” he growls. “needed you too. all those nights, thinkin’ about you like this…” he tugs your hair again, tilting your face to his, and kisses you hard, all teeth and desperation.

“tell me more. wanna hear it.” you whimper, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity, the longing you’ve carried for weeks spilling out.

“missed your—your arms around me,” you pant, his thrusts making your words stumble. “missed your voice… tellin’ me im yours.”

“you are mine,” he says, his hips snapping harder now, pushing you closer to the edge. “say it. who do you belong to?”

“you!” you moaned louder as he thrusts relentlessly, his cock filling you perfectly.

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first times series

first time making out (and he asks you to be his girlfriend, officially) | index

megumi x female!reader, nsfw, mdni

It wasn’t a date. Not technically.

You’d gone out for ramen. The little late-night spot a few blocks from your apartment—the one with bad lighting and perfect broth. You’d talked about books. And how tired you both were. And the professor who loved quoting Rilke like it was gospel.

It wasn’t a date. But he’d paid. And walked you home.

It was late. Colder than usual—one of those unexpected chilly nights mid spring—and your hands were cold. Megumi noticed.

He didn’t say anything. Just reached for your hand. Tucked it into the sleeve of his jacket where his own hand waited—warm, calloused, careful.

He didn’t let it go the rest of the way.

Your building came into view. Megumi slowed his steps just a little. He always did. Like he didn’t know how to end the night without wanting more.

You reached your door. It was quiet at this hour, only the occasional hum of a bike or someone’s distant laugh. Neither of you moved.

“Thanks for walking me,” you said softly, reluctant to break the moment.

“You always say that like it’s not the best part of my day,” he murmured.

You smiled. Looked up at him. His face was half-shadowed in the glow of the hallway light. Hair wind-tossed. Lips pink from chewing on them. Eyes focused—not just looking at you, but seeing you.

Your breath hitched. “What?”

He shifted slightly, like there was something sitting heavy on his chest. His hand still held yours, tucked into his sleeve, thumb brushing lightly against your skin.

“I want to ask you something.”

You blinked. “Okay.”

His jaw worked for a moment.

“I… I know we’ve been doing this—whatever this is—for a while. And I didn’t want to rush it. But I think about you all the time. When I wake up. When I’m reading. When I’m listening to music, I wonder if you’d like the song.”

A beat. Then, quieter: “You already feel like mine. I just—I want to say it. Out loud.”

Your heart was pounding.

He swallowed, like the words still burned.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

You stared at him, warmth blooming across your chest like someone had just struck a match inside your ribs.

“You mean I haven’t been this whole time?” you teased, voice shaky.

He exhaled—half a laugh, half relief.

“Please say yes.”

You cupped his jaw. “Of course I say yes.”

He kissed you the moment the words left your mouth.

“Do you want to come in?” You asked, lips brushing his. 

He blinked. “Yeah?”

You shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. “Just… movie? I don’t feel like saying goodnight yet.”

He smiled—small, soft. “Okay.”

It started normal. Shoes off. Jackets thrown onto the coat rack. You queued up a movie on your couch while he sat beside you, thigh brushing yours, pretending not to notice how close you were sitting.

Half an hour in, your legs were tangled.

Forty minutes in, his arm was around the back of the couch. An hour in, you turned your head during a quiet moment in the movie, found him already watching you.

Neither of you said anything.

You kissed him first.

But it didn’t stay soft.

His mouth opened for yours the second you leaned in, one hand sliding to the side of your face as he pulled you deeper, closer, lips parting with a quiet groan into your own mouth. 

You climbed into his lap without thinking, knees bracketing his thighs, his hands already on your waist—firm, pulling you closer as his body melted into yours with a kind of hunger he’d clearly been holding back.

His tongue slipped between your lips slowly, coaxing yours to meet his pace, and the kiss deepened—lazily, completely, until you were clutching the collar of his shirt and breathless against his mouth.

He broke away just enough to rest his forehead to yours.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered.

You kissed him again—harder.

“Yours,” you breathed.

He groaned again, softly, pressing closer, kissing you like it was all he could do—like he’d been dreaming of this forever.

And when you finally pulled away, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, he grinned.

“Want to go back out and do that all over again just so I can ask you again?”

You laughed.

Then pulled him in for one more.

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⋆˚࿔ SWEET SLICE — nanami kento

SUM. touched starved and tired, nanami wants another cake to satiate his appetite.

CONTAINS. 18+ content, MDNI. 1k words. x fem reader. inappropriate use of frosting. cunnilingus. slight fingering. allusions to p in v. use of pet names.

A/N. took this concept from a fic i did for another fandom whoops 🥸 anyways, you guys rly seemed to enjoy munch nanami so here’s anotha ^.^

the scent of vanilla and warm sugar accompanied by the sight of you in a frilly pink apron, mixing up whatever recipe you stumbled on pinterest all but told nanami that he was home.

today was no different.

kento was welcomed by the sight of you standing at the kitchen counter, cracking an egg into a bowl. he rolled his shoulders back, the muscles cracking and the exhaustion from the day finally starting to settle in. now, was that he finally able to relax.

he slipped off his shoes at the door, sliding into a pair of house slippers before making his way over to the kitchen. "hi sweetheart." your husband wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his head on the crook of your shoulder.

"hi kento," you greeted, turning to face him and swipe a streak of flour across his nose with your pointer. he didn't seem to mind too much—leaning in and pressing gentle kisses against your neck where his your shirt was hanging off.

every single nerve of your body was ignited just with the slightest brush of his lips, your body practically a manual that he'd read time and time over. you almost didn't want to stop him, but you had almost mixed in a spoonful of salt instead of sugar, "ken, you mind waiting until i'm finished?"

and normally, he wouldn't mind. he'd read whatever section he missed from the morning's newspaper or take a quick nap before dinner—but he found himself needing his wife. needing to be around you in some form, needing to touch you. "go ahead and keep baking, you won't notice me."

what a lie.

even without trying, you could feel every movement he made behind you. every brush of his lips, of his fingertips, the jerk of his hips. your back arched against him, his fingers moving underneath your apron. unbuttoning your shirt carefully, like that wouldn't distract you even further.

you managed to get the wet and dry ingredients mixed into a large bowl, the electric mixer working them in together. and at the sign of you finally taking a break when the batter went in the oven, he took his opportunity to turn you around to face him.

kento took the bag of frosting you'd prepared earlier, drizzling an even stripe down your navel and two dots on your nipples. "you look delectable," he groaned just at the sight, before getting down on his knees. your fingers raked through his hair, pulling at the blonde roots when his tongue flicked out.

slowly licking the frosting off your tummy, he kept his eyes locked on your blissed out expression. "better than any cake you've made," he murmured, and if you weren't so turned on, you would've taken slight offense. he made sure to lick off every single bit of frosting before standing up, leaning over to latch his lips onto your nipple.

he swirled his tongue around your areola, getting every drop of frosting off your skin as he lapped it up. your nubs hardened underneath his tongue, your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. "look at me, sweetheart," kento spoke up, moving from one nipple to the next. giving it the same, loving treatment.

you looked down at him, your thighs clenching together at just the sight of his rumpled suit and desperate look. desperate for you to let him keep going, "do you want me to leave you alone now or can i please my wife?"

"ken, please, i need you." that was all he needed to hear before he was sinking onto his knees again, large hands spreading your legs apart.

"ah fuck," you trembled out as you felt kento's breath fan against your wet cunt, your pussy already clenching around nothing at the sensation.

"so wet and i haven't touched you yet, my love," he murmured, spreading your folds with two of his fingers. he let a globe of spit trail from his swollen lips down to your cunt, feeling his cock strain against his pants.

he could feel your clit pulsing underneath his fingertips, your body betraying you when you said you wanted to wait. you wanted this as much as he did. if not, maybe even more.

you pushed your hips back onto his face as he pushed his tongue into your wet cunt, feeling your slick coat every single one of his tastebuds at the contact. nanami knew how proud you were of the baked goods you made, but none of them would ever compare to the taste of your essence.

"don't stop, ken, please, fuck," you moaned out, nails digging into in his scalp and hips bucking into his mouth. he moaned into your cunt, the vibration shooting straight up your spine.

kento ate out your cunt like he was a starving man, the task messy as he spat into it and pushed his tongue inside you. your slick mixed with his spit, the taste of you after so long almost making him delirious.

you gripped the countertop tightly, your eyes fluttered shut as you basked in everything that your husband was giving you. his tongue swirled around your clit in small circles, the sudden stimulation having your toes curling and seeing stars.

it wasn’t long before you opened your eyes and took the opportunity to really look at him, seeing your slick coating majority of his chin while some of it dribbled down to his shirt. his eyes were tightly shut as he focused on the task at hand, almost seeming more into it than you were. "i missed you, sweetheart. you taste so good," he mumbled, praising you for the meal. you responded with a moan.

you felt yourself getting closer to that climax, kento's tongue continuing its motions on your clit while his thick fingers opened you up to take his cock later on. you let out an exasperated sigh when you felt him pull away from you just as you were about to cum, though that was quickly shut down when he pressed his lips onto yours.

tasting yourself on his tongue.

he pulled away after a couple seconds, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his eyes glued onto the turtle timer you had situated on the counter, the little thing tick tick ticking before he unzipped his slacks and looked over at you,

"think we have enough time before the cake's done?"

🏷️: @riveredmoon

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cho baby ♡ sent you a message.

it's currently midnight and you were just about to go to bed when your phone flashes with that notification. you open it, wondering what it could be since you had just been on a call a few minutes ago.

you go to your chats and see that choso has sent you a near three minute audio message. you open it curiously and the first thing you hear is these wet squelching noises followed by a little whimper of your name from his lips. your cheeks flush a dark pink as you continue to hear his pretty moans and the lewd sounds of him fisting his cock.

"baby," he moans, a low groan following after. "i couldn't stop myself. i'm sorry. just hearing your voice earlier got me hard as a rock." a soft chuckle escapes him before he's mewling your name over and over again, the wet salacious sounds only growing louder.

you press your thighs together, feeling a warm pool form in your panties and your whole body burning for him. the way he sounds so desperate and needy has your hand slipping down, a finger softly grazing over your clothed core. you want nothing more than for him to be here and fuck you senseless on his cock.

"fuck fuck 'm cumming," you hear him whine so prettily and you can just imagine his lower tummy being stained with white streaks of cum and you only wish you could feel it filling you up instead.

there's just the noise of him breathing heavily for a few moments until he says in that mellow tone of his that has your heart fluttering, "mind if i come over? i need you." and in a heartbeat, you message back 'i need you too.'

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choso is whimpering and whining like a pathetic loser, little tears brimming in his eyes. his hands are fisting the sheets beneath him, trying his best to thrust his hips up but you stopping him from doing so. he whines, "baby, baby please. i-i wanna cum. i need to cum. please let me cum."

you hum in an almost bored tone, slowly stroking him, soft hands and grip tight around him. "hm i don't think you deserve to though."

he lets out an exasperated whine, throwing his head back in frustration. "baby please i can't hold back anymore. please please please," he whimpers, bucking his hips and body trembling underneath your touch.

before you can cover his shiny pearlescent tip with your thumb, he's spurting out ribbons of cum, splattering onto his lower tummy and some of it leaking onto your hands. his whole body quivers at the sensation, having been denied the sweet release of orgasm for far too long.

"fuck 'm sorry," he mumbles pitifully, bottom lip jutting out as he leans in and tries to give you a kiss. but you swiftly turn away and give his cock a rather harsh 'slap'. he gasps at that, legs jolting slightly at the hit. "such a bad boy," you tut, pinching his nipples.