#jjk nanami kento x reader

[kenananamin]

Tie my tie, marry me

Summary: The moment Nanami knew he never wanted to tie his tie by himself ever again and wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. fluffy, nanami x fem!reader, nanami already loves everything you do but something about tying his tie was so intimate and special to him

It had been a year since Nanami officially asked you to be his girlfriend, but you had just started staying over during the weekdays. If either of you would stay at each other's houses, it would only be during the weekends when you both knew the next day could be dedicated to each other. Only recently had that unspoken rule changed.

You had both gone to the mall to shop for your new professional wardrobe and Nanami asked if he could buy a few extra things for you to keep at his house. You both knew what that implied and told him he could buy it, only if you could buy some stuff for him to keep at your house. You had both never been happier to spend more time and money at a crowded mall.

Nanami woke up a bit later for work than usual because of a power outage that turned off his alarm clock and did not charge his phone. You went into work after he did so you make his coffee and pack his lunch while he took a quick shower. You run into the bathroom to let him know he had less than 15 more minutes.

He steps out of the shower and grabs his razor to shave. You reach for the hairdryer he bought for you to keep at his house and start to dry his hair as he quickly shaves. You run out and start to rummage through his closet to set his clothes on the bed. Nanami finishes shaving and follows you out to get dressed.

"Shirt first, hurry," you take the shirt off the hanger and throw it to him.

Nanami begins to button the shirt when you get in front of him and start pulling his collar up and putting his tie around his neck. He looks at you with a questioning look and you quickly explain, "My dad taught me how to tie a tie. Never thought it'd come in handy since I never knew anyone who regularly wore a tie before you." You laugh at the memory but continue what you were doing to avoid making your boyfriend late.

Nanami however... his fingers stop buttoning his shirt. He looks at you, concentration and rush covering your features, but your fingers gently grazed his skin as you looped his tie. She's the first person to ever tie it for me, Nanami thinks. He had to learn how to do it from a video and was later corrected by some older male coworkers who showed him with their own ties.

The events of that morning finally dawn on him. You jumped out of bed right after you felt him jump out and started rushing around the apartment with him. He hadn't even mentioned that he was late, but you opened your eyes and knew what to do. He could smell the coffee from the room and heard the clanking of the leftover containers being opened and slid across counters from the shower. You dried his hair knowing that his route to work was not long enough to let it dry itself, and you took out exactly what he would have worn that day while he shaved. And now... there you stood before him, helping him tie his tie so his hands could do other things.

It seemed so... small. It was so small, so truly insignificant in the scale of life, something that could not hold weight in the world or change anything in the universe. But it changed his life, it was his favorite view in the world, and it would become his universe.

You look up at him and see him staring... and his hands not moving?! You move his hands away from the buttons and rush to finish buttoning it down. He takes your face in his hands and leans down to kiss you slowly. So very slow and soft. It stops you completely and you wrap your arms around his waist, relishing in the smell of his aftershave and body wash. Nanami deepens the kiss and moves an arm around your waist to pull you in closer. As much as you love when he pulls you in, the movement pulls you out of the kiss trance.

"Oh my god, Kento, hurry!! You're late, you're late!"

You step back and shove his pants into his arms. You tell him to hurry and that you'd grab his shoes to put by the door. You start yelling across the apartment that it would rain the entire afternoon and he needed to take the umbrella.

Nanami listens as you rustle through the closet looking for the umbrella and the light thud of what might have been his lunch bag and coffee thermal on the entryway table. He walks out the room putting on his suit jacket and sees you lightly jumping while telling him to hurry with his shoes.

Nanami leans down to tie his shoes but pauses after he's done. He goes to touch your bare leg since you hadn't even gotten dressed after waking up. You only wore his large shirt and underwear. He kneels and carefully lifts one leg to kiss your knee. He looks up from his kneeling position and says, "Thank you for helping. You really didn't have to."

His loving eyes close slightly while you lean down to give him one kiss as your response. "You're late," you whisper against his lips.

Nanami stands and takes his things while waving bye to you and your bed head. He heads out the door and begins a light jog to catch his regular train.

Yeap, she's the one, Nanami thinks.

Nanami spent his lunch break at the jewelry shop looking at rings that would look beautiful on your finger. There were so many engagement rings that would look gorgeous on you, but one caught his eye as he imagined that ring slightly moving on your finger as you tied his tie.

"I like that one. Do you have a size (your ring size) in stock?"

Nanami buys the ring at that moment and texts you to ask if he could come over to your house after work. He does not plan to propose on a regular Tuesday evening with no special plans, but he wants to hug you, smell your lovely perfume, take you some flowers, and give you a special thanks for helping him. And maybe, maaaayybe (most likely), stay over at your house to help him with his tie again the next morning.

[appleblueberry-pie]

sigh can't stop thinking abt him

you love making him mad. he looks so good when he's kneading the bread with a force you haven't seen from him before. he looks so good with those veins popping out of his head and arms. looks so good gritting his teeth and muttering profanities underneath his breath. you ruined his entiiiiire day.

first, you misplaced his work clothes. had the laundry running in the morning instead of the night, so he had to wait for the dryer to be done with his stuff. that made him about 30 minutes late to work. then you didn't make him breakfast because you overslept and 'forgot'. that way he'd come home hangry and cranky. then you didn't even make him dinner either. and as a man that you've been spoiling for years, he gets upset when he hasn't had his fill of food.

so instead of overspending some more at a random restaurant, he decided to make his own stuff since you wanted to be a hardass.

as he kneaded the bread, he tried not to, but began thinking of the other things that you had done throughout the day. you didn't answer to any of his texts today. you came home late. you didn't even make proper conversation with him to fix all of these problems you caused throughout the day, so he knew that you were purposefully causing trouble then.

and even after all of that, you decided to try and get back on his good side again. kissing his cheek to greet him, asking if he needed help and that you'll run him a bath. he promptly ignored you like you did to him all day and continued roughly kneading the dough before quickly placing it into the bowl to continue making his own meal. you fiddled with your cotton night dress before softly saying you'll just clean up around the house instead.

you didn't. you just laid on the couch and watched him cook.

he didn't even want to eat anymore. he was too pissed and horny. his stomach kept twisting and turning and he didn't even want anything you would cook either. he just wanted to bury his face into your pussy and call it a night.

he wanted to fuck you. he watched himself get hard and let out a shaky sigh, gripping the counter with an inch of his life. he couldn't give into you, not like this. not after what you've been doing all day. but in the back of his head, he knew he'd give in like every other time.

as you've said before, you loved to piss him off. but you'd never tease him. you wanted him to come to you, give into you and chase after you. acting innocent when you really weren't was the most amusing thing you've ever done, in your opinion. and it works on him every time. even if he couldn't see, you watched him with worry on your face and excitement staining your panties.

Kento wanted you so damn bad. he turned and saw you already staring at him and he watched you look away. he promptly turned off the oven that wasn't of use anymore and walked over to you, ordering you to look at him. you sat up and stared up at him, seeing his stone cold face and got (fake and real) nervous.

he roughly grabs your soft and warm face, making you whine in slight discomfort at his sudden actions. you blinked your glossy eyes up at him, not knowing what he'd do and wanted to ask. before you could, he let go and sighed heavily, moving your body to make you lay on your stomach on the couch. you tried to sit up, but he had straddled your legs to make sure you wouldn't move. when you spoke out his name, he threatened to shove his sack into your mouth to busy your mouth with his gold instead of nasty words for once.

you were nearly immobile and wasn't allowed to speak as his wandering hands tore your favorite pair of underwear so he could stick two of his thick fingers into your sopping and aching pussy. a long whine was pulled out of your throat as his fingers slowly thrusted in and out, curling in that special spot as he began your punishment that felt more like a reward than anything. he knew you liked when he was rough, so you didn't know what he'd expect if you didn't cry as much as he'd want you to.....not like you'd say that out loud, though.

his hot mouth kissed and slobbered on your neck while his fingers thrusted faster inside of you, creating that delicious feeling of cramps of so much pleasure that made you attempt to squirm underneath him. you moaned louder at the feeling and Kento groaned as his bulge rubbed against your bare ass cheeks.

you wanted to call out his name, but knew it would serve no purpose unless you wanted him to mock you and call you names. he suddenly pulled out his fingers and sucked what was inside of you off of his own digits. you looked back at him slowly and he grabbed the back of your neck.

"I wonder where you get your attitude from."

You roll your eyes at his statement and look back at him as far as you can turn your restricted head. "only one guy i could get it from." he scowled at your answer. "Little girl,"

you wanted to smile so bad at his answer and considered asking him straight up to put it in. "I didn't teach you to talk to me like that."

"no, you didn't, sir." he leans over you and mutters into your temple, "tell me who's pussy this is." you crane your neck back to try and reach to his lips even though you really can't. "yours, sir." you whisper, heart beating erratically in your chest.

"yeah?" your mind seemed to slip into a headspace the more he asked if you were his. and like clockwork, your mouth fixed to speak the words you both wanted to hear. "ye-" you cut off your own words with a gasp as his cock head stretches your entrance, his warm length filling every part of you like you wished he would since a few days ago. that burning desire to have him in you and fuck you like he hated you that burned into the back of your mind, now resurfaced as he continued pushing inside of you.

you couldn't speak, your mouth remaining agape at the feeling and his hands tightening around your neck and waist. he kept whispering praises to you at his first act of the night which managed a small whimper out of you. he pulls back out slowly, the feeling of him being pulled away too, before he pushes back in. your hands find any part of the couch to grab on, clutching it tightly as you automatically grind back into his hips in hopes for him to reach deeper. he calls you little nicknames when even at your most useless state, you find it in you to take more out of him.

a few minutes pass by, and he's already set at a comfortable fucking speed, a soft clap sounding in the air when you two continue to collide. if he looked close enough, your essence covered the base of his dick and would continue to build there until he decided to stop or it would drip down occasionally.

louder moans were pulled out of you, words not even in your mental dictionary anymore since the only thing you could focus on was him. you couldn't answer any questions and didn't even respond to any of the sly comments he made to make fun of your quick submission. you wanted to feel him, this position on the couch making it hard for you to do so. as if he understood your unintelligible jumble of sounds, he leaned down closer to you, his chest touching your back and his hands reaching around to touch whatever he wanted on your body. he stopped thrusting for a bit for you to catch your breath and you softly panted, your hands finding his own. Kento hummed in appreciation and pecked at your face from behind.

"You ready to talk nice to me again?" You nodded and told him yes. He chuckled at how dream-like your voice had sounded and dug his nose into your hair. "We'll see about that tomorrow morning. Until then....you got until later tonight to prove yourself to me again."

[jadeee]

Living with Nanami

I get the feeling there'll be a part 2... I've never done anything note motivated but maybe if this gets 100 notes I will 👀 -> update: read part 2 here!

He habitually wipes the bathroom countertop after using the sink. It's ingrained in him. We all saw that ep in season 1.

Definitely has a modern aesthetic which when paired with yours is very... interesting. He'll eye whatever knick knacks you have in silence, keeping his thoughts to himself.

Your feet felt warm on the multi-colored rug you placed in front of the couch. The walls were decorated with art you picked out, a few pops of green from your many plants here and there. Then there was the odd trinket you found from a thrift store years ago which stood upright on the coffee table. The longer he studied the color blocked sections of your bookshelf, the more his set mouth morphed into an impressed smile. Your hands brushed against each other until he took yours in his completely.

His pet peeve would definitely be little bits of trash scattered throughout the house. He's not passive aggressive but he won't lash out or lecture you. Just a little "Darling, I noticed you forget to throw things out sometimes. Why is that?"

Another pet peeve I see for him is walking around brushing your teeth or flossing 💀 if you walk down the hall flossing, he just imagines bits of plaque flying onto the walls silently. I'm not sure if he'd say anything about this because he thinks you may find it silly and he knows it's not a big deal but a piece of him shudders just a bit.

Always has pads, tampons, and pain relief meds in stock. He'll get the special snacks you like around that time of the month. Whenever it hits you, he's there with everything prepped and ready to go. I imagine he'll secretly want you to ask him for cuddles just so he can spoon you 💗 he rests his hands on your low abdomen while talking to you softly, his breath tickling your ear.

Side note: He doesn't get into the habit of carrying these things around until one day you two are out and you're period suddenly comes out then he goes on the hunt for a pad or tampon.

He's very serious about going to sleep at a certain time and is lowkey bothered when he sees you staying up late - if it's for work, okay fine but if you're up on your phone or watching TV, expect a "you should really go to bed". If you're being a brat and he's really serious, he will haul you off to bed. He wants to give you a peck on the cheek so you know he's not mad but he won't because he's feeling petty.

The place would look very clean and organized nearly all the time except for the weekends. I believe in this 100% because Friday night is when he finally let's loose just a bit. Maybe he had too much to drink when you two went out but you look so cute and you smell so good and my God, your lips... Saturday morning rolls around and so does he in the sheets. His arms wrap around you as he groans softly against your skin, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. He knows the place is a bit messy but would rather clean tomorrow since he wants to spend the day with you.

Cleaning is a shared effort. He's not doing all the work and neither are you. I love him and I know he's all for taking care of you but I feel like realistically, this would truly be a shared task. Doing dishes can suck and so can cleaning the bathroom but it's enjoyable when you're playing your music. When he hauls the laundry off to the washing machine, he can't help but look in your direction and smile at the private show you're putting on for yourself.

No matter who cooks, dishes are typically done together. I think it'd become a tradition to bake on Saturdays. Ohh some cake with wine in the afternoon? You two sitting on the porch just giggling and talking about nothing and everything inbetween. Then when golden hours hits and the sun just casts that heavenly glow on you.

Kento leans back with a soft grin on his face.

"What are you smiling at?" you block the sun from your face.

"My light, my life."

Heat filled your cheeks as you dropped your head and crossed your legs.

Kento chuckled, "Did I make you nervous?"

"No." you snicker then glance up at him.

He filled your empty glass, "You're a better baker than you are a liar."

You grinned then looked off into the sunset to hide your embarrassment but it only highlighted the things Nanami loved about you.

He doesn't go to sleep mad or upset. He doesn't have the space for it or the time or the energy. Your relationship isn't perfect but it's worth fighting for and he makes sure to do that whenever you two have a fight. If you're both home that night, he won't invade your space but he'll make sure to let you know he cares in some way. Say you fall asleep on the couch? You're going to wake up in the bed and wonder how he ended up on the couch instead. If you haven't eaten, he'll bring you a small snack without saying anything.

This is really random but the security would honestly be multi-layered. Definitely a self insert bc home invasions TERRIFY ME 😭 he'd invest in a good alarm system and have the security cameras outside - yes, cameras to cover the front and back door.

Hmm, what else? Oh you'd have house shoes by the door. I like to think someone bought you two matching ones as a wedding gift or couple themed - like his and hers.

Fun fact: Sharing a bed with you the first night was weird for him. He didn't feel uncomfortable but he didn't feel comfortable either. He just laid there like a man in a coffin.

"Nanami?"

"Hm?" he turned his head to glance at you in the dark.

"Are you ok?"

"... I'm fine, why do you ask?"

The sound of you moving around made his ears turn pink and he was grateful for the dark for once. "You just seem so," he tried not to grunt when you poked his side "stiff."

"Hm, it's really nothing. You should go to sleep."

More rustling he wished would go away. Each second caused a slow heat to creep from his feet to his face.

"Can I hold you?"

He turned his head again then glanced up at the black ceiling. A sigh escaped his lips as he rolled over. Your limbs found each other in the dark and you rested your head near his. His chest deflated of anxiety then.

"Is this better? Do you feel comfortable?"

The sudden feel of lips against your forehead made you smile.

"Yes," he said softly then held you tight until he fell asleep.

Author's Note: I only saw him as the husband while writing this. You're already married in this headcanon.

[nanagoswife]

Own Me

Summary: Gojo treated you and Nanami for your anniversary. So, you both don't let it go to waste.

W/C: 8.8k😳

Warnings: dom!nanami, degradation, piv, rough sex, oral (fem&male receiving), bondage, blindfolding, lingerie sex, marking, biting, cock warming, praise kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex, daddy kink, thigh riding, punishments, edging, unedited

A/N: So, this is VERY unedited so I apologise for any grammatical errors in advance. Also, this is very much nearly nine thousand words of pure porn without a plot. So, enjoy this thing that originally wasn't supposed to be more than 3k words

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“I’ve got you,” Nanami whispers in your ear, his chest pressing against your back. He presses a kiss just below your ear, hands tightening their grip on your hips. Then he orders lowly, “Turn for me.”

You do as he says and meet his dark lustful eyes. It makes your breath hitch as you watch him shed his coat. His form is imposing but you feel your face heat up at just how attractive he is. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been together for years, he always has this effect on you and tonight is going to be one to remember. The fact that it was your anniversary wasn’t the only reason. 

“I want you to own me.” The words are still ringing clearly through Kento’s mind. The way you looked up at him through your lashes; how your hands gently traced circles over his chest; your hand trailing dangerously up his thigh while he drove back from your anniversary party that Gojo had thrown. All of it was fresh in his mind but those words were the ones he focused on. Those and the, “I want you to use me, Kento. I trust you. Just like always.”

Well, how could he refuse you? He’d be a fool to say no to you especially since it’s been a while since he’s done something like this with you. It would’ve been a more common occurrence had it not been for both his job and yours stealing that time away. Now the two of you had all night and Gojo had made sure the two of you would have all of tomorrow for quality time. There was no more need to rush. 

Now, he leans forward, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he mutters, “I seem to recall there being a better use of my tie.”

In the next moment you’re untying Kento’s tie, pulling back to meet his eyes. “May I take your shirt off before you tie me up?” You give him puppy dog eyes as your tone is lightly pleading. He was going to make you beg for it but the way your fingers trail over his chest as you slip his tie from his neck has him shuttering and losing his restraint. 

Well, for now. 

“Just the shirt,” he says firmly, slipping his tie from your grasp and stuffing it in his pocket. The way your eyes gleam tells him exactly what words are going to spill from your lips next. Just the anticipation has his heart racing. It’s been so long since the two of you have done this and what you’re about to call him has always spurred him on. 

“Yes, daddy,” you say sweetly, your fingers slowly starting on his shirt buttons. The combination of your touch and the name has him fighting the shutter that threatens to flow through his body. He can’t give up when the two of you have only just started. 

He lets you get a few buttons undone before grabbing your wrists and stopping you. A confused look takes over your features before he leads you towards the chair in the corner of the hotel room (courtesy of Gojo Satoru) and he sits. 

Spreading his legs, he pulls you in between them and lets your wrists go. “Strip for me.”

You do as he says, slowly stripping away your clothing. Kento can feel the way his slacks continually grow tighter as you let each article of clothing fall to the ground. They grow even tighter as you reveal the lingerie set he bought for you last Christmas. He hadn’t seen you in it since and now he’s looking forward to tonight even more than he was before. You more than know how it makes him feel when you wear it.

He sees your hands move to remove the lacy set of undergarments and that has his hand reaching to grab your wrists again. 

“Did I tell you to take that off,” he growls lowly, his free hand moving to your ass and squeezing the soft flesh. 

Quickly, you shake your head. “No daddy.”

“This stays,” he orders with a light smack to your ass. 

You nod, your cheeks heating as you offer a, “Yes daddy,” which has his head quirking to the side in curiosity. 

“What’s my baby thinking?” he whispers into your ear before pressing a kiss to your jaw, trailing down to your shoulder. “Are you remembering Christmas and how I fucked you in this set all night?” he asks seductively against your shoulder, his hand on your ass massaging the flesh. 

“I am,” you breathe out, enjoying the way Kento sucks the skin at the juncture of your neck. “I’m also thinking of the way you held me after all of that.”

“Now, now. Don’t get all soft on me now,” he says against your skin with a smirk, pressing one more kiss before pulling back. “We haven’t even started.”

Kento gets comfortable again and pats his thigh. You don’t hesitate to straddle that leg. “Continue,” he says as he draws your hands to his chest. However, he doesn’t let go of your wrists and instead leans forward to place a kiss on your neck. He watches as goosebumps spread across your skin and he smiles as he orders, “Ride my thigh while you do it, sweetheart. Daddy wants to watch you.”

You eagerly nod but he still doesn’t let your wrists go. 

“Use your words, baby,” he coos as his free hand slowly moves towards the buttons of his shirt and starts to undo one, “or else I’ll be more than happy to get myself off while you only watch.”

It’s a lie, you both know it. However, that threat is a familiar one that he has gone through with before when you weren’t listening. Now, though, even though it’s a lie, you want to comply. You were the one to ask, afterall. So, you let your eyes widen in panic as he almost finishes with the button which makes him pause. 

“Yes daddy. Sorry daddy. I’ll behave.”

Kento smiles, releasing your wrists with a murmured, “Good girl,” as he leans back. You waste no time in continuing with the buttons, your hips grinding down on his muscled thigh to relieve the ache between your legs. 

You forgot what this was like. Any moments you’ve had with Kento in the last six months, even when the two of you had spare time, were moments without any wasted time. The two of you would undress each other and do nothing more than pleasuring the other. There was no extra foreplay like you were doing now; no tying of hands or blindfolding or ball gagging like you’re sure is going to happen tonight. You did take the courtesy of taking out and packing the once forgotten items just for this night. 

“You prepared for this?” Kento half stated, half asked with a devilish grin when you put them on the side table. Your cheeks had heated in embarrassment but he stepped up behind you, hands grabbing your hips as he had pressed his chest against your back. “Good thinking, sweetheart. Now,” he paused, nose tracing the shell of your ear, breath fanning over your neck before you felt his lips and making you shudder as he whispered, “I’ve got you.” Which then led to where you two were now. 

Kento groaned when he felt the way you were soaking through your panties, effectively soaking his pant leg this early on. It doesn’t help that your leg keeps slightly nudging his aching erection. Your fingers have paused their work on his buttons and he tsks, hands grabbing your hips to halt your movements. You look at him with confusion again, chest heaving from the high you had been so desperately chasing. 

“I never told you you could stop with the buttons, sweetheart,” he says sweetly but the way he smirks and how his hands grip your hands makes you shudder. This is the side of him you missed; the side where he looks like he’ll go easy on you but you end up hardly being able to walk for multiple days. 

“Sorry daddy,” you say, heat rushing to your face in embarrassment. It was the one thing that you wanted to do, that he let you do after asking, and you stopped. You had been too caught up in riding his thigh and enjoying the friction that you stopped. 

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he lets out sweetly but squeezes your hips tightly. “However, there will be a punishment,” he continues with a slap to your ass, causing you to yelp before massaging the stinging skin. 

“Yes daddy.”

He smirks. “Now, finish with those buttons but don’t push the shirt off. No more riding my thigh, either.”

You pout but it quickly drops when he smacks your ass again. 

“You’ll do as I say,” he growls. “Now finish undoing my shirt and then get on your knees.”

With that, you do as he says. There’s a thrill that runs down your spine. You know what’s going to happen and you find your mouth watering at the prospect. That compels you to work faster on his last few buttons. However, as you go to slip to the ground, he stops you by your hips. 

Kento pulls his tie from his pocket. “Give me your hands, baby. Daddy needs to make sure you know where your hands should be at all times.”

So, you comply, offering your wrists to him. 

He chuckles as he slides the material of his tie over your wrists. “Good girl knowing exactly what I want,” he coos, tying the material to hold your hands together. It’s tight, but not too tight yet it’s still tied in a way that you couldn’t undo the knot without him doing it for you. “Now, get on your knees. If you behave, maybe I’ll let you finish soaking my pant leg until you cum. Yeah?”

That spurs you on to do exactly as he says, replying to him as he wants as you slip to your knees. You keep your hands in front of you so that he can see. He doesn’t need to tell you the rules, you already know them. 

Your heart begins to hammer harder in your chest as you watch him unbuckle his belt before undoing his pants. As he pulls his length out, your mouth begins to water even more. There’s a bead of pre-cum leaking at the swollen tip and it takes everything in you to not lean forward and lick it up. You can’t do anything until he tells you no matter how much you want to touch him. 

Kento can see the wanting look in your eyes. He knows that, with the excessive amount of times you swallow, your mouth is watering from the sight of his cock. You look so pretty like this, begging him with your eyes, your hands tied with his tie as you sit on your knees in that lace lingerie. The thought of ripping it off of you later arouses him and he has to calm his racing heart. If he keeps this up, he’ll cum with the first touch from you. 

“Are you that desperate? Practically drooling to have daddy’s cock in your mouth?”

Instead of an answer, he watches your face flush in embarrassment. He’s impressed when your eyes flicker away only for a moment. Most of all, he’s amused with how you’re showing just how much you want to be good for him so that you can go back to your own pleasure. He can’t say he’s upset about it either. The way it feels when you grind your soaking core on his thigh; how your own thigh will occasionally rub against his clothed erection; all of it drives him wild and that’s not even including the way you whimper and whine and the way you look as you please yourself with something as simple as that. 

A devilish smirk spreads his lips as his hand slips into your hair. “Oh, my darling girl,” he says with a mix of a gentle but condescending tone, “is there anything from me you don’t want?” 

The question is both teasing and genuine. However, Kento doesn’t give you a moment to think just which side wins over as he pushes your head towards his leaking tip. 

“Now, behave yourself. You know the rules,” he states before using his free hand to grasp his length. With his thumb, he spreads the bead of pre-cum over the head, chuckling darkly at the disappointed glint in your eyes. “Don’t worry, baby. There’ll be plenty more for you.”

Before you can reply, he tells you to open your mouth. When you do, he uses the hand tangled in your hair to sink your mouth down his cock. A groan pours from his lips when he feels your tongue get to work right away. It provides such a relief to the ache he’s been feeling ever since he saw you walk down the stairs of your home before even going to dinner. 

“Fuck,” Kento grits out, hand tightening the slightest bit in your hair. He makes sure he’s not hurting you and, when he sees he isn’t, he moves your mouth over his cock the way he wants. “Your mouth feels so good around daddy’s cock.” 

With the amount you take in, it honestly surprises him. However, as he finally notices the tears build up in your eyes through his pleasure, he knows you’re putting a lot of effort. You want to be able to please him as he guides your mouth the way he likes. A part of him wants to be upset that you aren’t telling him that it’s too much but the other part is filled with pride. Still, his baby was so focused on pleasing him that she was neglecting her own comfort. That wasn’t going to continue anymore but he found that you definitely deserve a reward after that. 

So, guiding your mouth off of him with an obscenely loud pop, he guides your shaky figure until you’re straddling his thigh once again. 

He brings a hand up, cupping your cheek as he wipes a tear from your eye. Just for that, he turns soft for a moment. “Why didn’t you tell me it was too much, darling?”

You lean forward, head resting against his shoulder as you mutter, “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You wouldn’t have disappointed me. It’s been a while and all I wanted was for you to be comfortable.” 

You nod against his shoulder, leaning back to meet his eyes. A soft smile graces your lips and it makes him relax. 

“Do you want to continue? We can change it up,” Kento offers but you immediately shake your head. 

“I missed this. I want this.”

A soft smile curls his lips when he sees just how much you mean it. There’s a desperation in your eyes and it warms his heart. This was always something you both enjoyed together and he was happy to see how much you wanted this. 

“Alright,” he says softly. “Now, I believe you deserve your reward.” 

With that, you start to ride his thigh again. His hands find their place on your hips, guiding them in a way he knows will increase your own pleasure. It isn’t long until his pant leg starts to soak yet again as your tied arms and forehead press against his shoulder. Your moans and whines only work to make the ache between his thighs settle in yet again. 

He can’t take it anymore. Having your underwear in the way of both yours and his pleasure is driving him insane. He wants to be able to feel how your cum soaks his pant leg. The extra layer would keep him from experiencing it. 

“Stop,” he says with a squeeze to your hips to still you. His fingers run under the band of your panties and he snaps them against your skin as he orders you to remove them. 

You do so gracefully, still a bit shaky on your feet but for a different reason than sore knees from kneeling. Kento knows you were close, that’s why he wanted you to stop. He wanted to feel it. He needed to. 

There’s no time from the moment you finally step out of your underwear after awkwardly trying to take them off with tied hands and being back on his soaked thigh. He pulls you a little harsher than intended, you crashing into him and rubbing against his painfully hard erection. At the sensation, he can’t help but groan. It was a small interaction but it was enough to relieve some of that ache even if just for that fleeting moment. 

“Make yourself cum on daddy’s thigh, baby. Daddy wants you to ruin his pant leg,” he practically growls in your ear as your own thigh rubs against his length yet again. 

Kento’s hands are on your hips, squeezing in warning whenever you get too close to him. The sensations were relieving but he was in control. If you went against him he’d have to punish you even if he really doesn’t want to. Just like you do, he wants to do this again but a softer side of him threatens to show itself. Knowing that this may be the last time in a while you get a moment like this though spurs him on to keep on track. If you wanted to go another round, he could be softer. There’s even tomorrow for that. Now, you want him to own you and that’s what he’s going to do. 

It’s not long until you make it back to the edge. The way your head falls against his shoulder again along with your trembling thighs tells him everything he needs to know. 

“C’mon baby. Let go for me,” he says hotly into your ear. Just as he says that, you’re calling out his name in a high pitched moan. 

Kento can feel the wet heat flowing from your core onto his thigh. It makes him smile as your heaving chest moves up and down. Normally, he would’ve made you pull your face away so he could watch, but it was his way of apologizing for not noticing his mistake earlier. Now though, he wasn’t going to be as forgiving. Now it was time to move on to what he was looking forward to the most. 

“Feel good?” he asks hotly into your ear yet again. His breath makes you shiver. 

“Yes daddy,” you answer, pulling back to meet his eyes which just excites you more. With that look alone you can tell what he’s thinking. 

This is going to be a long night. 

“On the bed, baby. Daddy wants you on all fours,” he mutters in your ear before pulling away his hands and leaning back in the chair. He didn’t want to, your warm touch was what he wanted. However, he’ll have to wait. 

You do as he says, walking seductively. Your ass was a little red and he can already see where his hands may leave marks. Those aren’t the last marks that will be made tonight. Far from. 

Kento smiles. You knew how that would make him feel and it gets worse with the way you climb onto the bed. The sight has his hand going to his aching member, squeezing it to provide temporary relief from watching you. Why do you have to be so perfect? 

Having satisfied himself for now, he tucks his length away before making his way to grab the blindfold. The ball gag will be next. 

Kento leans a knee on the edge of the bed, letting his bare chest graze against your shoulder as his nose traces the shell of your ear. 

“Naughty girl,” he says lowly as his hand slaps an ass cheek before massaging it. 

You look at him innocently. “What did I do, daddy?”

A devilish smirk spreads his lips as he leans back. “Oh, you know exactly what. Don’t act like you don’t know or else I’ll have to punish you.”

“What if I want to be punished?”

A groan leaves his chest as he pulls back from you, wrapping an arm around your front to pull you up with him. His hand presses you back until your back is against his chest. “Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?”

“It is daddy. I want you to so badly,” you plead. 

“Alright,” he whispers as he slides the blindfold over your eyes. “Tell me if it’s too much. I don’t want my baby to feel like she has to forget her own pleasure for mine.”

You nod as he finishes tying the piece of fabric over your eyes. 

“Good. Now,” he begins, hands trailing over your body before settling on your breasts, playing with your nipples through the lace, “if you want to be punished, you need to tell me why you deserve to. Otherwise I won’t do it.”

For a moment you’re silent. All he can feel is the way you arch into his touch, your nipples hard and he has to gently bite your shoulder as your ass pressed against his groin. It isn’t until you haven’t answered for a few moments that he brings a hand to give your ass a smack. 

“That little stunt was smart but I’m gonna need more than that, sweetheart. Tell me why I should punish you?”

The hand he used to slap your ass doesn’t go back to your breast. He instead trails it down over your belly button but stops just shy of your mound. It has you wanting more but you know you won’t get anything until you do as he says. 

“W-when I was riding your thigh,” you start and his hand trails a little lower, making your breathing quicken. “I was intentionally brushing your cock when I knew I wasn’t supposed to.”

“Mhm. And?” he says against your neck, sucking a mark there as his hand drifts a little further down. 

You swallow sharply. “In the car, I was being naughty. My hand wandered and I was intentionally trying to start off when you should’ve been the one to start.”

Kento’s head switches to your opposite shoulder as he hums in agreement and he sucks another mark on your shoulder before muttering, “But that’s not all, is it?”

“No it isn’t,” you agree.

“For example,” he continues, his hand millimetres away from reaching where you ache for him the most, “you brought all of this with you tonight. Did you not trust me to grab it myself?”

He knows what your answer is going to be. He knows it’s a lie. However, this is how you’re going to get what you want and, if he’s being honest, it’s what he wants too. So, he eagerly awaits your answer as his index and ring finger spread your folds open to expose your core to the cool air. 

“No I didn’t. I thought you would have forgotten it.”

With that, he smiles before biting your shoulder just a little bit rougher than the last. 

“Well, I do believe that deserves a long lasting punishment,” he growls into your ear, pressing his hips against your ass so you can feel just how hard he is. It doesn’t matter that you had already felt it earlier, he needs to remind you just how much he wants this as you do. 

Before you know it, he’s completely pulled away from you. His hands leave their respective places on your body and his chest leaves your back. You’re almost tempted to lift the blindfold to see, but you know better. You are already in for it with just that, knowing he’ll be back in a moment. 

It’s not until you hear something from beside the bed, then the dragging of plastic against the wooden bedside table. Then, you feel the bed dip behind you as Kento settles there. 

“I do believe,” his voice starts suddenly right beside your ear. It sends a chill down your spine as you feel the drag of a hand up the side of your thigh until it stops at the clasp that attaches your garters to the rest of the lingerie. “That lying is a very bad thing to do,” he finishes. Then, you feel the familiar round piece of plastic and the chill of metal against your cheek. “Maybe we should keep that mouth from lying anymore, hm?”

You nod a little too eagerly as you feel his chest press against your back. His hand trails up from your hip until he grabs your chin. It’s rough but it isn’t enough to hurt. The action is more to push your mouth open and you find it hot that he does so. 

“Open wide for daddy, yeah?”

As you do as he says, opening wide enough for the ball to fit into your mouth, you have to suppress a groan. The metal rings attached to the straps chilled your burning cheeks and that on top of the way Kento trails his hands across your body makes you shiver. 

It doesn’t matter that your jaw still aches from the blowjob earlier. The ache is ignored as Kento does up the straps behind your head. It’s easy to ignore as you find your mouth watering around the plastic ball in your mouth. It’s even easier to ignore as Kento presses his chest against your back until you’re falling onto your elbows. 

His warmth disappears again but he doesn’t move off the bed. Instead, his hands grab your ass, thumbs spreading your soaked folds and you can almost picture the smug look he must have. 

“So wet for daddy, hm?” His tone is teasing as he adds, “I’ve hardly touched you. Do you really want me that badly?”

All you can do is nod as you do your best to imagine how he might look right now. However, it’s a bit hard to focus on that thought when his hot breath fans over your hot core. That, combined with the way he teases you with little circles from his thumbs, is making it impossible to think of anything but the anticipation. 

Kento hums, amused, as he sees how your cunt clenches around nothing from your thoughts. It causes him to chuckle, pulling away and enjoying the way you whine when he pulls his hands away. Levelling a smack to your ass has your little sounds of desperation vanish and he can’t help but feel a small sense of pride at that. 

He leans over your back again, lips brushing against your neck as he says darkly, “Don’t assume that you’re coming first today, sweetheart. I’m not going to let you until I’ve filled you up at least twice. Got that?”

Doing your best to nod, a smile spreads across Kento’s lips as he sees how flushed your face is. Just from those few words too. Now he wants to see just how much more you’ll be flushed when he brings up a certain topic that hasn’t been discussed in some time. However, it might be too soon. Or is it? In the end, he mentally says fuck it and goes for it. It’s not like there’s an end in sight of this night anyways. 

Finally, he cups your core and drags a finger through your soaking folds, groaning as his digit slips right through. He relishes the way your body trembles at the smallest touch to your clit. Your body is so hot against his and he loves it so much. Hardly anything has happened but you’re already so worked up even with him letting you reach your high before. Well, maybe that’s exactly why you’re so worked up. Maybe it’s because you haven’t had enough. 

“Hmm, you got even wetter from that?” he teases. “Does the thought of me filling you until you’re pregnant get you off?”

Kento expected you to possibly freeze. He thought you’d be taken by surprise by mentioning this topic however he finds you nodding rapidly. There’s a moan that spills from as you push back against his hand that’s still cupping your pussy. 

A new wave of arousal flows through him at the thought of getting you pregnant. The thought of fucking you until he cums so many times that there’s no way it won’t take; the image of your belly rounded with your growing child; how your breast would swell in preparation to accommodate your child’s needs. All of it works to spring him into a new sense of wanting to use your body. He wants to have you a babbling mess as he watches his multiple loads of cum drop from your cunt. However, he would only use his fingers to collect to push it back into you so that none of it goes to waste. 

He needs to calm himself down from those thoughts. It’s almost as if, had he were to touch himself, he would be done for in seconds. So, he takes the time to kiss your neck, sucking a mark that would be visible above one of your collared shirts. At the same time, he can feel the way you’re dripping all over his palm even though he’s made no movement in the last couple of minutes. God, he wishes he could kiss you right now. He wishes he could trace his tongue with yours just to convey how he feels about all of this but, for now, marking you up will have to do. 

“You’re sure about this?” It’s a question but it comes out as a growl. He can’t help it. The thought of getting you pregnant is making him dizzy with want and it’s taking everything in him to not ditch dragging this out.

You nod without hesitation. He’s sure that you’d have a genuine look in your eyes if he were to take the blindfold off. Though, he doesn’t need to do that to know you’re serious and it spurs him on to cover the bare areas of your back in hickeys and light bite marks. He doesn’t stop until he gets down to your tailbone, sucking one last mark there before looking down at you. 

The sight he sees is wonderful. The side of your face is squished into the mattress, a corner of the blindfold getting wet from the way you drool around the ball gag. Your hair is splayed around you as your tied arms rest on the pillows above your head. Pulling back gives him the full view of your soaked pussy raised up in the air. Your back is covered in marks and bruises from his fingers are already forming on your hips from just the smallest of interactions. His hand prints are still visible on each cheek of your ass and that’s enough for him to lose restraint. 

Kento kneels behind you, licking a line from your clit to your entrance. His hands cup each ass cheek and massages the flesh as he does another lick, chuckling at the way your legs tremble from just that. A few more minutes of teasing little licks are all he lets himself do. If he doesn’t stop himself, he’ll break the promise he just made. 

With that being said, he pulls away, slapping an ass cheek when you whine from the absence. 

“Behave,” he says sternly, “otherwise the blindfold is coming off and you’re watching me get myself off. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

Once again, you nod. Kento leans over your back, one hand curling around you to cup your breast as the other moves to undo his pants again. You can feel the buttons of his shirt drag against your skin and you can’t help but be disappointed that he still hasn’t taken it off. At the same time it sends a whole different thrill up your spine. Yes, it’s attractive that he still hasn’t undressed, at all really, but you wish you could see it. You know that he’d tease you because it would make you wetter than you already are. 

The leather of his belt meeting your skin as he pushes his pants down brings you from your thoughts. It reminds you of the ache you have for him to stretch you open. This whole time you’ve been in agony, needing to just simply have him fill you up the only way he ever can. You know his resolve is slipping, yours is as well. If this was a more frequent occurrence, you know you’d still be at that chair, begging him to let you simply put your lips around him. 

Today is an exception. So, it’s no real shock when you feel Kento drag the tip of his cock through your folds. The groan he lets out at just that makes you shiver. However, as his tip traces over your entrance and pushes just the slightest bit in, you find your teeth closing around the ball gag as you moan. 

You feel Kento press his chest to your back, his cock sliding between your folds but doing nothing more. His breath is hot on your neck as his hands grip your hips. The zipper of his slacks press into your skin and you know the sharp metal is going to sting but it’s going to add to the wonderful ache that you’ll have tomorrow. Plus, your fiancé has always been a master at aftercare. 

“If only you could see what I see right now,” he mutters hotly in your ear before pressing a kiss to your nape. “You’d see what a pretty little slut you are.” One of his hands moves between your bodies to angle his cock to your entrance. “Now, show me how much you want daddy’s cock.”

He pulls away from your back, presumably straightening so that you can do your work. His hands stay on your hips as you move to push back against him, moaning around the ball in your mouth as he stretches you open. You find that you can no longer control the amount of drool spilling from your mouth as you push your hips back. He’s just filling you up so well. It doesn’t matter that you’re only halfway down his shaft, the feeling is already greater than what you’ve done since you stepped into this hotel room. 

Kento doesn’t do anything until you’ve fully sucked his cock into your cunt. Your walls flutter around him and he has to bite back a groan of pleasure with a bite to the inside of his cheek. 

There’s a moment where he doesn’t do anything. So, you assume that he wants you to keep going; to move while he kneels behind you. You begin to drag rock back forwards but his fingers tighten in the flesh of your hips. It makes you whimper with how tight the grip is but it only serves to heighten the pleasure, your walls clenching around his cock

In an instant, his hands are wrapping around your front to lift you against his chest. Both hands move to your breasts, playing with your nipples as he growls, “I never said you could move. Daddy is supposed to cum first, remember?”

Before you can answer him, Kento takes this chance to drag his cock until only his tip is still in and snaps his hips back up. The moan you let out leads him to doing the same thing over and over again just to hear that sound. Every single time he was created with the same delicious sound from you. He started to pick up the pace just to hear it more and more. It got to the point where he was lost in the pure bliss of something so simple. 

If it weren’t for the way he craved even more, he would’ve continued. Instead, he pushes you down, hands still playing with your breasts through your lingerie as he begins to hammer into you. The feeling of your soft walls always drove him mad, the only words he could string together were praising how good you felt around him as he lost himself in the moment yet again. 

He could feel the way your thighs trembled against his. It made him flash a devilish smile that you couldn’t see. He made himself hold up his restraint to take it off after he came for the first time. After that he wouldn't only remove the blindfold but also his tie from your wrists. He wanted to be able to feel your hands gripping at him. Most of all, he wanted to feel your fingers scratch his back or splay through his damp hair or how they would intertwine with his as he lifts your joined hands over your head as he cums a second time. Seeing you like this was a treasure but being able to properly feel you with him has become his new favourite thing. 

“My pretty little slut,” he grits out as he feels him drawing closer to his high, “gonna fill you up. Does she want daddy to do that?”

Viscously, you nod. A chuckle rips from his chest at the eagerness combined with the tension in your features. He can tell how desperately you’re trying to fight off your own orgasm as he continues to pound into you. It was an amusing sight to see with the fact that he could see how your brows pinched together even under the blindfold. No longer were you trying to keep the drool from spilling around the ball in your mouth and he can only imagine how the corners of your eyes must be wet with tears.

That thought alone has him spilling into you with a grunt, forehead dropping against your nape, but he doesn’t stop. Kento continues to push his seed further and further into you and he doesn’t soften. No, he’s so achingly hard still from just the thought that he’ll let himself see your eyes along with your soft touch.

“You’re being such a good little girl. Your punishment isn’t done but you do deserve a little reward,” he breathes into your neck before sucking yet another mark into your skin. His hands drag up your sides, only stopping to snap the straps attached to the garters against your thighs. 

The harsh thrusts stop, ending in one hard press that has you whining. It gave you a chance to calm down and let your building high dissipate. Had he gone any longer, you weren’t sure you could hold back. 

You thought about being playful and moving your hips in a little circle but that’s quickly wiped from your mind when you feel his fingers work at the knot of the blindfold. It’s something you’ve noticed your finacé has grown majorly fond of since the two of you first started dating, seeing your eyes as he fucks you. He’s always loved these little games but you know nothing gets him more riled up than you watching him and touching him. So, even though this is technically a reward for you, it’s more of a reward for him.

It’s not long before the blindfold is slipping away from your eyes. You have to squint a little from the light even though it’s dim. 

Kento dips down, pressing a kiss to your temple to get your attention as he throws the blindfold to the side. He presses another kiss to your jaw, loving the way you groan as his hands trail over your arms.

When your eyes meet his he can’t help the feeling of disappointment flowing through him that he can’t properly kiss you right now. He needs to be patient. All he needs to do is one last little thing before he can have everything he wants from you. Then he can, with your permission, turn this to the proper moment that he’s grown to favour.

You know that’s what he’s grown to favour and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t as well. The ability to be able to touch him in moments like these has always been some of your favourite moments. That’s why, when his hands draw ever closer to your wrists, you find your back pressing into his torso. 

A groan leaves Kento as the movement also causes a flicker of stimulation for his warming cock pressed all the way into you. He knows that wasn’t your intention and he’s too focused on the need to be able to feel you. So, he ignores it and doesn’t stop until he has your wrists freed from his tie, entwining his fingers with yours immediately. However soft the motion is, his words don’t live up to that.

“Don’t think we’re done yet just because you can touch me now,” he whispers in your ear. It sends a chill down your spine but you’re given no time to think about it as he flips you onto your side, lifting your leg over his shoulder. He’s lining himself back up with your entrance, the tip only just pushed in and your pussy is clenching in an effort to pull more of him in. That along with the way you moan, one of your hands coming up to grasp his bicep, has him giving up and pushing all of the way into you.

All he does are small little thrusts, not enough to encite too much pleasure as he bites the inside of your knee. Kento takes the moment to see the way your eyes flutter closed, feel how wonderfully tight your hand is clenched in the fabric of his sleeve.

“If you want me to let you finish, you’ll need to open your eyes, sweetheart.” There’s amusement laced in his tone. You want to open them, you do. However, from the small glimpse you had, you’re afraid you won’t be able to hold back like you were able to before. The sight of him partially dressed, sweaty from his efforts and the way his chestnut eyes darken in lust has always been a sure fire way for everything to be forgotten. Hell, him just speaking alone could make you cum.

“C’mon baby. Open your eyes for daddy. He wants to see them while he breeds you.”

That drives you to snap your eyes open. You nearly forgot about that while you’re sure it’s been the driving force for Kento. Although you have almost forgotten, it now sends a whole new desire through you like it did when he first mentioned it. Now the fact that he isn’t moving is extremely bothering you as you meet his eyes. He must see how you feel because a grin splits his lips as he presses the smallest of thrusts.

“Oh, I see,” he mutters amusedly as he leans over you. “Was my pretty little baby so caught up in the pleasure of being fucked that she forgot the point of all of this?”

You’re a bit ashamed as you hesitantly nod. It was something you wanted and you feel like that should’ve been what was driving you but you were so focused on holding back your orgasm that you forgot the point. Not even that, he managed to fuck you so good that you forgot it was your anniversary.

Slowly, you feel Kento drag his cock backward further before snapping his hips back, eliciting a moan from you as your hand tightens in his sleeve. You wish he wasn’t wearing his shirt still. You want to be able to feel him properly but you’re in no place to make any demands. Plus, you were the one who wanted this the most. It’s only a matter of time before you’ll be able to get what you want now.

Kento is hanging on to his resolve by a thread. He wants to see you come undone over his cock, but he knows you wanted this. Plus, the thought of filling you up again first in the name of getting you pregnant is that thread and it's strong. After that, it can morph into him pleasuring you while he goes as many rounds as he possibly can until he knows for sure that it’ll take.

So, he changes from his long strokes and quick snaps of his hips into a steady rhythm. The way your muffled cry escapes your lips when he does brings him more of that resolve. Your free hand comes up to his abdomen, finger nails lightly biting at his skin. He’s so glad that he can feel your touch. The main reason: it’ll bring him to the edge a lot quicker.

Your hand grips his sleeve even tighter as he slams into you even harder and faster. It’s bringing you dangerously close to the edge and you know that Kento knows this as your head falls back against the mattress as you moan loudly. You know he knows because his hips move to an agonizingly slow drag of his hips.

“Can my baby not hold back?” he says with a bored tone. Then he leans down, forcing you to meet his eyes that hold an amused glint as he watches your flushed face, tears built up in the corners of your eyes. “Maybe I should manage myself and not put my cock back in until I’m ready to cum.”

You shake your head. You want to feel him. Most importantly, you want to be the reason he spills inside of you. The thought of him pleasuring himself and only releasing inside of you when he’s done is unbearable. You would say he’s only kidding but he’s done it a few times in the past when you haven’t listened to him. It was a torture you don’t want to go through again.

So, to try and convey your point, you tighten your hand in his sleeve and tug at it. You hope that it gets your plea across and it does. The way he smiles as he pulls away confirms it.

“Alright. If I feel that you’re losing control again then I’ll make good on my promise.”

You nod and then he’s right back at it. It takes everything in you to hold back as he pounds into you. When you feel the telltale stutter in his thrusts it’s a relief. You know then that you won’t have to put in so much effort to hold everything back and that you’d get him completely.

It’s only moments later that he’s spilling into you a second time with a moan of your name. His head falls back, fingers digging harshly into the flesh of your thigh. He continues to thrust into you until the hot spurts of cum are buried deep into you.

Kento relishes the sight of the white ring around the base of his cock. However he doesn’t have much time to stare at it. He’s too desperate to finally have this charade done with. So, he grabs one of the pillows, propping it below your back before rolling you over it. He needs to make sure none of his cum will flow out of you while he nudges your thighs apart with his shoulders.

He wants to taste you. No. He needs to taste you.

“Take the ball gag off,” he orders before desperately diving into your folds. Kento groans at the taste of you combined with his cum. Most of all, he drinks in the way your moan comes out clearer as he sucks your clit into his mouth. He can hear the clank of the gag before your fingers shoot to his hair.

It’s not long before he loses himself in everything. The way your nails scratch against his damp scalp, how your hips buck up to get more pressure from his tongue, the way you taste and how he pushes any leaking cum back into your cunt with his tongue, it’s heavenly. He can’t describe just how satisfying it is when you cry out, “Kento! I- I’m g-g-gonna- ah!”

“I know,” he says in between sucking your clit, “let go for me, love. I want to taste it.”

It’s only seconds later that you’re moaning his name as you come undone. Kento drinks up everything, using his fingers to push any of his cum that leaks out back in. All of it combined with your touch and need to breed you has his cock hardening yet again.

He needs to fill you up at least once more. This time, though, he wants nothing in the way. You’ve hardly come down from your high when your fiancé begins to remove your lingerie swiftly. When you open your eyes, you see he’s already thrown his shirt off to the side and that he’s already hard again. A wave of excitement fills you as he rips off the last of the undergarment and you move to push his pants the rest of the way down. Kento, however, pushes you back down.

“Stay there, love. We don’t want any escaping,” he says softly. When you meet his eyes, there’s such a look of love that you can’t keep yourself from pulling him down to finally kiss him. Both of you make a sound of relief as your tongues meet, your fingers tugging at his blonde hair while you can finally feel his skin against yours.

One of his hands comes to take one of yours from his head, intertwining your fingers as he presses them against the mattress. His other moves to rid himself of his slacks, not daring to pull his lips away from yours. Not even when he lines himself up with your entrance again. Now, he wants to focus on your pleasure. 

There’s no more need to hurry as he slowly pushes his cock back into your abused cunt. He drinks in your moan when he bottoms out, loving the way you hand once again tightens in his hair. The way your walls flutter around him, seemingly locking his cock in, makes him groan.

“Your turn,” he mumbles against your lips before starting a slow pace. The hand that was in his hair trails its way to his back, your nails digging into his back. It sends a shiver down his spine as he rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” you breathe out, nudging your nose with his.

Kento smiles, pressing another kiss to your lips before making his way down your jaw and to your collarbone. “I love you too,” he murmurs against your skin before sucking a mark there. 

There’s no more teasing, no more punishments and drawing everything out. Everything is blissful and soft as your fiancé slowly thrusts into you, one hand going between your bodies to play with your clit. His lips travel across your shoulders and collarbone, lovingly sucking a few marks. Kento does, however, make you cum twice before letting himself spill into you for a third time that night. He was always one to make sure you came more than him, always putting your pleasure first in the end.

When he does finish, he thrusts a few more times to push his cum into you before stilling from overstimulation. He collapses on top of you, chest heaving as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Your sweaty skin sticks to his and you’re both so hot but you don’t care. Your hands find his hair, massaging his scalp as you press a kiss to his temple.

A light chuckle escapes you. “How long are you going to make me lay here?”

“Forever,” he mutters into your neck and you can’t help but laugh.

“I would agree but I think lounging in that rather large tub with my soon to be husband would be far more preferable if we’re talking about forever.”

Kento huffs a laugh before pushing himself up. His eyes are practically glowing and it makes your breath hitch. This man, the one who’s leaning in to press one of the softest kisses you’ve ever experienced against your lips, is the one you’re going to be with for the rest of your life. He is your family and you really hope that, tonight, you really did manage to secure an expansion to your family.

“I can arrange that,” he mumbles against your lips. “Only if you stay here while I get everything ready. If you’re not still lying here by the time I get back I’ll be quite upset.”

You chuckle, your hands moving to cup both sides of his face. “I would never dream of it.”

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@fiona782 @thereluctantherosrose @where-fantasy-meets-reality

[dokidaichi]

(iv) things about HUSBAND ! NANAMI KENTO

pairing : husband ! kento x stay-at-home partner ! reader

warnings : all parts are in my masterlist, gn!reader, wholesome wholesome and WHOLESOME, a lot of reminiscing, FOCUSED ON TALKING ABOUT FUTURE KIDS, there's no warnings really but it's just super fluffy !! nanami admits how he first fell for you <3 slight angst though about the past :( also this one's a bit longer than the previous ones because there's more storyline, you're also nanami's forever comfort person

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reblogs & comments are appreciated !

HUSBAND ! NANAMI KENTO doesn't remember when he first met you, as he was too into his own head to notice anyone. however, he will always remember how he began to notice you—how his eyes would automatically look for you if someone said you were around. before you, kento had never fallen in love before, but he knew that whatever he was feeling, how his chest tightened when you said his name, it was love.

HUSBAND ! NANAMI KENTO never realized that he never told you how he knew you were the one. after avoiding it for years, caging his feelings like they were wrong as he forced emotional absence, he knew when you would always say "we" or "our" when it came to whatever situation. "we'll be okay, kento", "have more trust in our love"—but it hit him most when he told you that he wanted to get back into sorcery instead of being a salaryman, and the first thing you said in response was "whatever you bear, we bear together. knowing the risks of getting back into that field, please understand that our future together has no guarantee. but, again, i'd rather live in the present as long as it's with you, kento." (that night exactly, he asked for your hand in marriage)

HUSBAND ! NANAMI KENTO , ever since you two spoke about agreeing to have children together, comes home with purchases you wouldn't need for a while. baby-proofing things, tiny socks, crayon sets, your husband's actions just screamed "i'm excited for a baby". there was one time you made a joke saying that you two should just move to a bigger house at this point, but he took it seriously and booked a meeting with a realtor.

HUSBAND ! NANAMI KENTO comes home to an intervention session, which included you and gojo (he questioned that person's presence). you emphasize to him that he needs to relax about the baby stuff because you two had merely planned to have them, let alone one. in front of your face, gojo agrees. but as he approaches nanami, he whispers and says he wants to see mini-nanamins asap.

HUSBAND ! NANAMI KENTO kind of (not-so-secretly) adores your childhood pictures. for some reason, when he was cleaning out the attic, he found a memory book just full of them. you're shocked when you come home from grocery shopping to him slightly smiling, a bit dusty (which is odd for him to ever be unclean), at a picture of you when you're six years old going down a park slide. unfazed at your fazed reaction, he just says "i want our kids to look like you." (he cringes at his 2006 hair. no way he wants to see his child look like that. you thought he was cute though.)

HUSBAND ! NANAMI KENTO is obviously good at math. but for some reason, he can't bake. his power is literally scaling down the enemy through ratios, but the grown man that is your husband can't even measure a 3/4 cup of flour. time and time again, you think he'll get better as you keep asking him for help, but honestly, you're not going to risk him over-measuring a teaspoon of yeast to a tablespoon anymore.

HUSBAND ! NANAMI KENTO lays in your shared bed, cradling you in his arms, chin on your head as he suddenly grimaces. you ask him what's wrong, and he tells you of his fears that he'll be a bad dad. he suddenly goes on about how shut off from emotions he was for years, how he couldn't even save haibara, and—but before he could go on, you kiss him. you hold him as he holds you. you're warm, and he likes that. you tell him, "when we have children, instead of thinking about your past losses, think about the life we've created together. whatever you fault you feel for your past, that will always be a part of your trauma. but, as a father, you'll be great since i know you will protect your children from that same trauma."

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[satorena]

❝ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 ! ❞

꒰ FEATURING ! ꒱. g. satoru, f. toji, n. kento, g. suguru, k. choso

꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱. explicit content, foul language, lots of unrealistic expectations (note. title itself), overstimulation (m+f), dickdrunk!reader, dumbification, usage of toys, squirting, spanking, very light spit play, anal, 69 position, breeding kink, unprotected sex, toji’s kinda mean and choso can’t tell the difference between pussy and an asshole. if i forgot anything else my bad !

serena’s note. BUT I LASTED TEN ROUNDS LIKE A FREAK !!! LIKE A G !!!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

“fuh—fuck, oh shit, hah fuck— ‘ts so fuckin’ good!”

you bounced up and down his cock, surface of your palms pressed at the planes of his chest. you enveloped his length entirely, every single inch, in your pulsating pussy, driving the both of you to madness.

it’d been hours, and for whatever was in the air tonight, you both fucked like wild animals. your thighs burned from over-exhaustion, but you were relentless. you were desperate for another orgasm, the slide up and down his inches effortless due to your juices soaking his thighs and his cum from having nutted inside you multiple times prior.

gojo’s firm hands grabbed at your ass, fingers gripping tightly into your soft flesh, grounding you in position so you wouldn’t run. as if you would anyway, tongue lolled out and drool leaking from your rosy tongue and dribbling down his bottom lip.

“that’s it,” he encourages you, a faint smirk at his lips as he guides you down his length. the fucked out look on your face, your dazed eyes crossing to the centre of your face serves a huge ego boost. “my pretty girl—fuckin’ ride this dick baby, ‘s all yours—mmh,”

the sinful sound of your pussy squelching, folds latching at the tip of his dick before ramming yourself down, the lustful melody of your skin slapping against him in addition to the firm spanks of encouragement on your ass, with your high pitched mewls and squealing sounded like divine music to gojo’s ears.

you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding down, went back to bouncing up and down, made circles and figure eight shapes on his length, mindlessly dragging your hips wherever felt fit. you were so far past a point of euphoria you weren’t even sure if liquids could come out of you for the rest of the night.

“eyes here princess,” gojo brings a hand to cup your jaw, forcing your head back down to face him. “pretty pussy’s griping me so tight—fuck,”

your sweaty foreheads press together, and you clock that he knew you were on the brink of yet again another orgasm. cerulean orbs peered deeply into yours, his hips jerking up and meeting your bounces, aiming to bring you to that high as quickly as he can.

“sa—satoru!” you find is the only thing that comes up in your mushed out brain, the new angle of the position having his dick puncture your cervix. you felt so fucking full of him, so drunk on the pleasure that you failed to notice the coiling in your stomach snapping.

he squeezes at your ass cheeks as hard as he can, the painful pleasure obliging you to sit and take his ramming. he fucks into you with intensity, each drag of his cock at your walls sending you into a temporary state of immobility. your muscles tense as you feel yourself wash with yet again another white-blinding orgasm.

your jaw drops and your eyes roll back, throat exhausted while nothing yet everything is said. satoru pumps his creamy cum back into your womb, praising you for taking him in so well, for having a perfect pussy that’ll surely carry his children, all snug and warm for him.

“perfect fuckin’ pussy—mine, all mine, gonna fuck her full of my nut and have you carrying my babies, yeah? ‘s what you want, isn’t it? atta. fuckin’. girl.”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈.

“whew, would’ya look at that?” toji whistles, barking out a chuckle as he slows his pace, watching your uncontrollably clenching pussy squirt out your juices like a leaking faucet.

the pressure of your squirting is fucking intense, it has your entire body shaking, thighs quaked and the arch that was once on your back rounded. toji can’t help but laugh as tears stream down your damp cheeks, absolutely in love with how greedy your pussy clamped down on his cock.

“daddyyy—fuck!” your nails claw at the damp sheets on the bed, letting your nth orgasm rake throughout your body.

you feel a firm blow at your ass cheeks, the sound echoing in the room and you whine loudly at the stinging pleasure. you feel two big hands grab at your hips, stabilizing your limp body before a hand rises up and pushes your back into that curve.

“nah uh doll,” toji tuts, hips angling at a new position, one that draws a broken mewl from your sore throat. he picks his pace back up, never fully bottoming out, though you wouldn’t even notice with how many inches he packed.

“what’d i tell you?” he reminds you, and you’re too fucked out to answer him as you mumble his name over and over, helplessly taking the stretch of his dick at your gaping cunt.

he slaps your ass harshly again and you cry, fingernails scratching and clawing at the silk material beneath you. your scalp soon stings as he grabs a handful and effortlessly brings you upper body up to meet him.

“answer me when i ask you somethin’ baby,” toji frowns, hot breath fanning the shell of your ear, sending chills of nerves down your spine. “basic fuckin’ manners.”

“suh—sorry, ‘m sorry toji!” you apologize feverishly, and moan in satisfaction when his tongue laps up your drool and tears streaking your ruined yet pretty face.

“tsk, should have you do the work yourself,” toji teases you, releasing the deathly grip on your hair, causing your limp body to flop back to the mattress. as if proof to avoid calling his bluff, he releases his hold on you, opting to cross his arms above his head instead.

“n-no! toji, no, please, said i was sorry—‘m so fucking sorry!” you whine and ramble when you feel the lack of contact on your body, and your gaping cunt suddenly emptying.

you slither your hand between your thighs, grabbing at his girthy cock, pumping it a few times before slipping it with ease back into your welcoming warmth. you moan wantonly, clawing at your sheets as you fuck yourself on his dick, pushing yourself back and forth.

“greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he comments with a chuckle, spitting a glob of saliva down to your cunt, watching it dissipate into the creamy pearly veil of your essence around the base of his shaft.

he collects your slick with his thumb, before slipping his fingertip into your puckering hole, your body jolting at the sudden intrusion.

“trappin’ me inside—shit, want me to fuck you full of my cum, yeah? leave you swollen and leakin’, dontcha, pretty baby?”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎.

“‘s too much ken—no more, hah, no more kento!”

you whined and begged, fists clenching as your muscles tensed, back arching off the mattress and toes curling while digging your heel at his shoulder blades. the sound of buzzing filled your hearing, the toy vibrating against your swollen clit ruthlessly while nanami fucked your cunt open with two thick fingers.

“mmh, safe word princess, or else i can’t hear you.” he reminds you, the words ghosting off his lips and sinking into your supple flesh, his lips trailing soft and gentle kisses at your inner thighs.

here he was, giving you an out, and despite claiming enough was enough, you didn’t want it to end just there. with your senses heightened, both your sight and touch restrained, the pleasure emitting from in between your thighs buzzed blissfully and tenfolds through your nervous system.

you released the clench of your hands and opted to scratch at the wood of the headboard you were tied to, projecting your want to touch your boyfriend through the clawing.

“i can keep—hnng—going!” you tell him, legs closing in on the sides of his head. you hear him tut disapprovingly, and you immediately fault your mistake, forcing your legs back open.

“there’s my good girl,” his honeyed voice rings through your ear drums, and it admittedly has you dripping even more on his fingers that curled at your insides. “just need one more from you—can you do that for me?”

you nod your head, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, “mmh, yes—yes i can kento!” you can feel your blood circulation cutting off at the areas were you’re bind, the shortage of blood messing with your already weak body.

the toy playing at your bundle of nerves is painful, having overstepped the boundary of comfortableness and stepping into a new territory of foreign, and you had failed to notice when nanami added in a third finger. you were sure with how much you came just on his hands alone, his watch was drenched in your juices.

those big fingers fuck you open, knuckles pressing into your spongy walls and triggering all sorts of pleasurable feelings throughout you, your stomach tightening into a familiar hot feeling, and you know you’re close again.

“kento, baby i—‘m gonna—fuckkk!” you want to card your fingers through his soft hair, tug and pull and release your pleasure onto his scalp.

“let go for me sweetheart, wanna taste your sweet essence,” nanami swaps the toy for his tongue and flicks at your clit. you feel the dam in your gut release at the sudden warmth exhibiting, and you spray him in pathetic squirts of your juices.

your body trembles as it contracts and gives nanami everything you have left to offer. you squeeze his head in your thighs, moaning wildly as his pace with his fingers never falters, urging you to stay in the state of euphoria a bit longer.

he swaps his tongue out for the toy again, and you wail out a broken cry, body at its limit, still stuck between coming down from your orgasm and greedily wanting another one.

he strokes your slit, collecting all your essence as he licks his lips eagerly.

“good job princess. taste so heavenly, i’ve never had anything like it before. i’ve gotta have another sip, will you let me have another taste, my love?”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.

“c’mon, focus sweetheart. do that f’me, yeah?”

you nod your head, mouth too full of dick as you opt to bob up and down. your jaw aches, feeling as though it’s being ripped apart. you force your aching wrist to work up and down geto’s cock, stimulating what you fail to get down your throat.

it would’ve been a simple task for you to focus on, had suguru not been feasting on your pussy like a starved man. he spreads your folds open, tonguing at your insides as if he dug for gold, grabbing both your cheeks in his big hands and spreading you open. he never half assed anything, much less pussy eating.

his skin was soaked in your squirt, orgasms came rolling in and out of you as did the occasional pumps of two fingers into your cunt while he ate you out. you would moan in pleasurable pain, the sounds vibrating on his shaft, which would induce him to moan into you, causing you to moan back on him, the cycle this repeating.

you were greedy—you could complain about how it was too much all you wanted, at the end of the day, you would pause on his cock to grind your hips back and forth on his face, the slip from your slick on his cheeks and nose making the grinding easier.

his nose would bump into your clit and you’d shiver from head to toe, the oversensitivity catching up to you. the free hand at your ass cheek would graze at your puckering hole but never dared to slip inside. all these mixes of stimulations had your eyes crossing, mouth gaping wide which made fucking your throat much easier for geto.

“sweetest cunt i’ve ever had,” he groans in between your thighs, bringing his hand to spank at your wet folds, and your arch your back at the stinging pleasure, your toes curling as your body shook.

the slap at your pussy made flicks of your juices land on his face, and so he landed a few more blows while simultaneously jerking his hips up into your mouth, forcing you down on his cock.

it was all too much— it hurt so good, the strikes at your cunt, his tongue lapping your liquids as he scissored your insides for additional pleasure. how was he expecting you to get him to finish for a second time when he was driving you to the brink of yet again another countless orgasm?

“wanna soak in your juices mama,” he speaks, mouth full of cunt, but you still grasp the message. you subconsciously push your hips back into his face, wanting to abide to his request.

“‘m so fuckin thirsty—don’t you dare be selfish with me. cum in my mouth. be the good girl i know you are and share yourself with me—need it, pretty girl.”

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎.

“y’feel so good, fuck—sucking me in, oh shit baby, never wanna stop fucking you! please, need your pussy always!”

he’d finally gotten a feel of sex for the first time, and he was already hooked. his locks matted to his forehead from sweat trickling down his nose and plopping down onto you.

“wait—slow d-down cho’—hngg!” you moan, nails clawing at his back, scraping and marking the pale skin. you felt your body recoil entirely with each sharp thrust he pounded into your worn out pussy, dragging each and every inch of his length in and out.

your knees were bent at your ears, feet dangling by his head as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs, marking the skin red from the brash contact. the springs from your bed resonated loudly in the room, as did the creaking of your headboard, but nothing topped choso’s loud whimpers.

he’s too lost in his own pleasure, he starts to mistaken to stinging and achy feeling in his gut and loins for a sign to keep going, “never wanna stop—shittt, need to fuck this pretty pussy every. fucking. day.”

you’ve given up on convincing him otherwise, focusing instead on the rise and fall of his hips digging into yours, stretching your pussy open to fit him inside. you creamed around his dick, your essence resting at the hairs on his pubic area, giving him easy access to slide in and out of you.

his arms wrapped around you tightly, refusing to let you out of his grip, one arm beneath your back and holding you from there and the other wrapping around your shoulders. you were stuck in his embrace, bodies moulding into one as you were split open by a fucked out first timer.

in his excitement, he slips out and wastes no time to grab his base and shove it back into a warm tightness, failing to acknowledge your sudden gasp. his mind is clouded with sex, and if he didn’t know better, you were suddenly much fucking tighter, and shit that drove him on edge.

your arms tighten behind his back as you adapt to the sudden intrusion from an area you hadn’t yet explored. “cho—baby wait—mmhm, fuck, that’s my—!”

“‘m gonna cum—fuck y/n, tell me you’re close too. shit, need to fill you up with my cum, please!” the man seals his lips onto yours, panting and begging for this next orgasm, shifting all of his body weight into the hole that keeps greedily latching onto him.

your eyes water as they stream tears down your cheeks. it’s a new and painful sensation, but simultaneously a pleasurable one, and your body granted you the opportunity of yet again another orgasm from the different stimulation. “hah—gonna cum!—make me cum, choso!”

you spray yourself all over, your pussy clenching around absolutely nothing as your ass gets rammed into and fucked like a pro. choso groans and whines against your lips, brows furrowed at the centre of his forehead as he empties himself into your warmth.

“fuck yes—take it all baby, ‘s all yours—need you to milk me and take it all in—your pussy’s the best, i swear to everythin’, shit!”

i am SO tired.

[ramonathinks]

nanami drabble based on this (minors do not interact)

your sweet boyfriend nanami isn’t that old. but when he hears you say, “i want you to fuck me like a whore.” he gulps and almost spits out his drink.

“you want me to what?” he’s bouncing his leg and pulling you close against his chest to hear you say it again.

“i want you to fuck me.”

“don’t i always?” he chuckles, but the glint in your eyes are still there and a deep pout on your lips. “we always—”

“we make love. we have sex. but… i want you to fuck me. i want it rough and dirty—"

“do you know what you’re asking of me? i can’t… why would i want to be rough with my delicate baby, hm?”

“you can be rough with me and still show how much you love me… i love making love with you, but tonight i want you to just let loose and not so responsible,”

he thinks it over all night before he actually makes his way to bed. swallowing hard and his palms shaking. he’s never had this to be requested of him.

but when he sees you… naked and spread for him, he’s no longer thinking like the sweet man you know.

he’s flipping you over quickly and putting a hand over your mouth as he slips inside of you, no foreplay, just thrusting. a pinch of pain and your muffled voice making his eyes go hazy, his hips with a kind of their own as he pounds inside of you.

kissing and biting up and down your neck, he whispers words he never thought to urge, “you like when daddy fucks you? when i show you how this is mine?”

pushing your back down he continues, feeling you squeezing around him. tears streaming down your face and your eyes rolling back, “thought you wanted this? now you can’t speak? talk to daddy.”

but the only talking he can hear is the squishy sounds echoing off the walls as he fills your cunt, the fast thrashing of skin slapping together. “n-nanami—ah!”

your hands are pushing him away but he’s rubbing eagerly at your clit. “just a breakkkkk!”

“nuh uh. gonna break this pussy in, show her the new me.” your legs are shaking as he does a devilish smile, thrusting inside of you again

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

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☆ Gojo Satoru ☆

Subby Satoru begging you to let him cum

He couldn't wait to get home so...

Rubbing your pussy

☆ Toji Fushiguro ☆

Riding his fat cock

Just the tip

Making you cum with just his fingers

☆ Geto Suguru ☆

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He loves your trampstamp

A little spanking never hurt

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Eats pussy like a champ

Jerking him off through his boxers

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☆ Nanami Kento ☆

Fingering your pretty cunt

He makes you so wet

Early mornings w Nanami

The amount of porn I watched was astronomical 💀

Will I do it again?..... yes

[tojancy]

nanami’s side of the bed wouldn’t even be called nanami’s anymore. you sleep there nearly every day, blaming it on how the pillows smell of him.

nanami’s clothes aren’t his anymore, you're sleeping in his shorts and t-shirt tonight. you wore his shirt yesterday, and took his ties for some clothes experiments last week.

nanami’s sacred pens are no longer his own, he finds them on the table after you tried to scribble up something and forgot to put them back.

nanami’s mugs are now shared, always in the dishwasher even when he doesn’t recall using them at all. 

nanami’s thoughts don’t belong just to him anymore. you’d bug him about it all day if he doesn’t share what he’s thinking — so he, with an exasperated sigh, tells you what’s on his mind.

nanami’s salary doesn’t go straight to his savings account like it used to, instead taking a portion of it to spend on you. ‘you’ means gifts, flowers, dates, trips, trinkets, and so on.

nanami’s weekends aren’t as quiet as they once were; now they’re chaotic, full of so much of you. 

nanami’s fridge is full nowadays. candy, leftovers, ice cream, cheese, cake, bread, and the list goes on. so many things that don’t go along with his diet fill the once-empty shelves.

nanami doesn’t spend as much time in his study as before you moved in. now old books are left to collect dust, long forgotten in a room that’s never lit. even when he decides to pick one up and read it, it’s the minute that he sees your face the book is tossed away.

nanami’s happiness still comes from days off, but now it’s because those days are spent with you. days when he slept long and ignores the world are long gone, now he gets to sit and focus on you, watching as everything else becomes nothing but background noise.

nanami has always been sure he’s not looking for marriage, at least not right now. but he swears that ring looks so perfect for you. there’s no way he’d miss it. 

nanami stands in front of the bathroom mirror 5 minutes late every day because you’re still figuring out how to fix his tie the right way without any help. he can’t seem to rush you, though — what’s being precisely on time have on your little giggles as you sit on the sink and struggle to finish a task he could have done in under a minute?

nanami has been spending so much time eating as of late, more time than he can afford. while he used to finish a meal in approximately fifteen minutes, now dinners could stretch to two hours. he couldn’t get off the table early when you sit across from him, talking and joking and doing anything that’s not eating. he simply can’t possibly not indulge in the little conversations, appreciating every moment he gets to spend in your presence. nanami’s life wouldn’t even be called his anymore. you’re a storm, invading his life all at once, bringing in your chaos along with you. you’ve infatuated him, you’ve assailed his senses and changed his very being. every time nanami’s eyes align with yours, he prays your presence isn’t a fleeting one. he silently hopes you don’t leave as suddenly as you came, that you plan to stay.

[kenananamin]

Where did Nanami go?

a small collection of events where the people around nanami wonder if he's been abducted by aliens where they switched his brain after seeing how different he is with you (but they love it and keep hoping to see more) fluff, nanami being the best boyfriend, fluff literally just typed this all in one go and did not edit. lol enjoy!

nanami is the 'i'm not reading all that, im happy for you or im sorry that happened' person to gojo. but you send one long long message to nanami and gojo glaces to nanami's phone and just sees his whole screen covered in one long blue bubble. he asks if you're ok or if he needs to step away to call you but all nanami says is no and starts reading the message. gojo sees nanami read a bit, then types a small reply, presses enter for the next line, reads some more, then another small reply, and repeat. is he replying to every single sentence in your message?!

gojo gets curious so he leans a bit closer to actually see the message. it was not an emergency... but your review and interpretation of the 2009 movie Mother?!

gojo leans back shocked. nanami would never reply to such long messages he'd send. if the message was longer than 4 lines, then nanami might never even reply to it. but he's carefully reading your message as if it was the latest report that would be the difference between life and death in the next fight. he's replying to every single point you're making and are those emojis?!

gojo is floored, truly baffled and entirely speechless.

gojo wonders, what movie can i watch that might interest nanami and get him to reply to me in a message longer than a sentence?

———

gojo and itadori walk out of the school with nanami. it's time for nanami to clock out but gojo and itadori are heading out to try a new restaurant that evening. nanami gets a call at 6:01pm while he's still walking with them and stays back a few steps to answer your call. nosy gojo perks up his ear to listen if nanami's voice changes when he answers your call. it's not too different but gojo swears it did change a bit as if there was a little smile on his face. there was.

you ask nanami if he'd like to join you for dinner at a restaurant after work and nanami just asks for the address and says he's on his way. he excuses himself from the guys and gojo wiggles his eyebrows as nanami says he's got somewhere to be. yuji continues to talk about the last movie he saw that he loved but megumi kept rolling his eyes at.

gojo and yuji get to the restaurant after their leisurely walk and see nanami - wait! nanami setting the table?! they're both shocked bc even though their steps were unhurried, it's not like they took a long time to get to the place. you walk into the restaurant and spot nanami wiping what would be your side of the table with his hand, wiping anything that might have been missed by the cleaning cloth.

"kento!" you smile and jog to the table. he looks up and smiles when he sees you, but the smile drops when he spots the open mouthed gojo and yuji you just passed by. you stop walking and turn to see who or what he's looking at.

gojo snaps out of it and goes to introduce himself to you before leading the group of three to the table that nanami is now standing next to. he had heard about you because he pestered nanami enough to tell him about your existence and your name, and that's really all gojo knew. he asks nanami how he got to the restaurant so quick and nanami blandly replies that you work nearby and he wanted to get there first aka he lightly jogged but gojo didn't need to know that.

nanami was kind of expecting it but it still surprised him a bit when you extend a courteous invitation to gojo and yuji if they'd like to join you both for dinner. what was not a surprise was that gojo immediately sat down. yuji hesitates a bit but you tell the young man to sit and assure it's ok. nanami sighs but decides to just roll with it and goes to slide out your chair so you can sit. gojo and yuji give a quiet 'ooooohh' to the action and nanami just shushes them and sits next to you.

nanami is stiff at first and you notice so you slide your hand to hold his under the table. gojo notices the action though and feels like giggling and kicking his feet for his friend. it still takes a while for nanami to relax a bit but he eventually slumps a bit in his seat and smiles a lot easier after a few drinks w you. gojo and yuji stick to their sodas and nanami is happy to order wine for you both.

gojo and yuji make easy conversation and everyone genuinely has a nice dinner. nanami is ready to say bye to the guys as you finish a conversation with yuji about a show. gojo and yuji excitedly watch you both walk away as nanami keeps a hand on your lower back to lead you down the street then moves to hold your hand. they start giggling out loud, a little too loud, when you step even closer to hold his arm with your other hand and lean your head on his shoulder as you walk back home.

———

yuji excitedly goes to nanami to ask if he can join you guys after work. nanami is confused but yuji tells him to check his phone. you had asked if he wanted to visit an ice cream parlor and bakery with you and that you had asked yuji for the name since he brought up the place at dinner.

“we were talking about the show hannibal and she recommended a movie if i liked that show so i did the same and recommended something. she said she'd let me know what she thought the next time she saw me but i didn't know when that'd be and i think she read my mind so we exchanged emails,” yuji rambles nonchalantly about exchanging information with his girlfriend.

"nanamin, i thought you didn't like sweets?" nanami confirms that he does not care for them but you like them and he always finds another bread or alternative to eat as you eat your sugar-filled dessert.

yuji gives a thumbs up and that the man has his respect. nanami tries to ignore the comment… but the compliment feels nice. what didn’t feel so nice was two other kids attaching themselves to yuji and nanami for the ice cream.

he gets in the car and looks back at nobara, yuji, and megumi through the rearview mirror and hopes you don’t mind these kids attaching themselves like leeches on your date. and you don’t mind, it was nice to finally meet some of the people he’s talk so much about and you liked hearing new stories about him.

you’re getting a couple samples and pass them to nanami once you’ve tasted a bit. he wouldn’t get a full ice cream for himself but he could do samples... and indirect kisses. you read his mind (bc you were thinking the same) and try to flirt and raise your eyebrows at nanami seductively but shy away and start to laugh instead. nanami know what you were trying to do yet again and he finds it endearing every time you do it. he pulls you in from your waist and leans down to kiss your bare shoulder thinking the kids are too busy looking for their own desserts to notice. they were not busy, they were looking and saw it all.

the kids are shocked, nobara is taking notes bc she wants that romantic gesture, yuji wants to cheer him on, and megumi's eyes widen but he wonders just how long nanami's been hiding this side of himiself. all in all, all three kids want to see this side more and start planning ways to go out with you both again.

———

nobara and maki go shopping for some spring clothes and as nobara is talking about a store she saw while maki got an iced coffee she stops in her tracks. nanami is inside the store they were about to pass and he's standing as still as a statue... holding a couple shopping bags in one hand and a purse on his shoulder. maki follows nobara's gaze and chuckles but prepares to walk away. nobara grabs her arm and pulls her into the store but hides behind a rack to keep watching nanami.

you come out of the dressing room in the perfect little black dress and nobara and maki can't help but stare in appreciation and awe. they were impressed by how you looked but even more impressed when nanami took out his phone and took a picture. even from afar, they could tell it was a damn good picture and that that man knew your angles.

———

gojo wants to go to a club. he knows nanami will say no straight up so he starts the conversation with, "hey you know what y/n might like?" gojo tries to sell the club the best he can but nanami just says ok and walks away.

gojo texts nanami later that night to ask (plead) him if he'd want to go and all nanami says is that you both will meet him there. gojo hums as he gets ready and arrives to the club. he sees you and nanami walk into the dark and loud room but immediately notices nanami's black button-up that has the top few buttons opened and no tie, and your little black dress. it's shorter (and honestly sexier) than what gojo imagined you'd wear in an outing with nanami but he has to admit that his pair of friends were a damn wonder to look at. he discreetly takes a photo of you two and sends it to nanami. it becomes nanami's favorite photo.

gojo compliments both of you and you thank him saying you had told nanami he'd look great with that simple button-up and gojo agrees. nanami blushes a bit at your compliment. gojo asks about your dress and you laugh recalling when you were getting ready. you had asked nanami if you could wear the dress since you weren't sure if it was too short and he just nodded and basically said 'dress slutty, i can fight' (not in those exact words but that's how you registered it and you fell even more in love with the man). nanami really did not care about what you wore, he would definitely voice if something was not appropriate but he has not said anything about any of your clothes since you've met. gojo couldn't even laugh at nanami's response to your question, he was impressed and turns to nanami to give a thumbs up (and writes that down to use later).

———

all the students sit with nanami and gojo in the cafeteria. they're sitting around waiting for their meal after their mission when nanami remembers that he promised to call you after he was done. he had accidentally let it slip that the mission seemed dangerous and you asked if he could spare a moment after the mission to call or text you to make sure he was fine.

he excuses himself and gojo faintly hears your voice before his friend fully walks out of the cafeteria for his call. immediately after nanami leaves, the students huddle closer to the table and start talking about you. gojo is kind of shocked by the student's reactions but they all look at him and in their own way talk about how much they like you for nanami. a cold and serious man has the embodiment of bubblegum on his arm and they loved it. gojo joins his giggling students and nanami waits a moment outside the cafeteria door to listen to his team rave about you before walking back in with a light blush on his cheeks.

[screampied]

໒꒱ ₊˚ ‘ F★CK ME LIKE U WANT ME ! ’﹒

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he was so thick, so hefty…

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

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

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

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

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

more importantly, he adores you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what?”

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

“……”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

alas, there’s no reply—cute.

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

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

☆ TOJI fucks like he hates you.

when toji fucks, he fucks.

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

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

prone bone, one of his favorites.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

☆ CHOSO fucks like it’s the last time.

it’s an ongoing thing for him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he nods, literally melting from your touch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

back and forth, back and forth…

it was so hypnotic.

you were so hypnotic.

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

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

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

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

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

it's lustrous, so shiny.

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

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

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

[jadeee]

Ambrosia

Help, I'm thinking of Nanami as a budding artist during the Renaissance and I can't deal 😵‍💫

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: 18+ things MDNI

When he sees you, he's blown away by your beauty. He's an artist so he studies every single detail of your face, which is why you see him daily.

He doesn't approach you at first. he studies you from afar and it works until his perfectionist side comes out. So, he musters up the courage to approach you. Of course, it's under false pretenses. He buys an apple from you then decides to buy more just so he can look at you a bit longer.

One day, you're not working and he's stunned. He doesn't know what to do. He's an artist so he should be able to draw from memory but he's a lover and he needs to see you.

The next day you're working, he approaches you and mentions your abscence. He uses the moment to his advantage — gathering the curves, dips, and lines by your cheeks, brows, and lips. He can't help but smile when you do and even more, he takes note of how different your face looks then: beautiful and familiar.

Eventually, you ask him what he's doing with that notebook of his and he shows you his sketches. He's careful to not show the ones of you though.

When you praise his work, his cheeks burn a crimson hue. His heart beats proudly in his chest when you ask him how long he's been drawing, if he works with paint or marble. He's had people ask him the same questions but he enjoys talking about his craft with you. Maybe it's the way your eyes light up or the smile that takes over your face.

This becomes a routine: Nanami standing by sketching people stopping into the shop and you when you're chatting with them, showing off fresh produce and telling them which ones they should get.

He's helping you close up the shop when he starts venting about frustrations for this new thing he's trying. You offer to help, like any good friend, and he freezes.

"I don't think that would be appropriate."

"Why not?!" you chuckled as you placed the last peach into the wooden crate.

He studied your lips, ones he drew so frequently he'd know them on his. "It's," his hazel eyes glanced into yours "it's nudity."

"Oh," your brows jumped up an inch or two. That was a new expression he hadn't seen. Within seconds, he committed the image to memory.

"You really don't have to do that." he rushed to your side to lift the crate of peaches then lugged it inside. You fiddled with your fingertips as you trailed behind him.

"Is it full nudity? Or are you drawing..." you cleared your throat then looked around. When you saw that the shop was empty you quietly inquired "breasts?"

As you turned to face him, he accidentally clashed into you. "I'm sorry. Are you ok?"

His hands held you by your shoulders and he gazed into your eyes with pinched brows. his eyes scanned your lashes and the hairs of your eyebrows, have I ever been this close?

Without thinking, your hands rested on his forearm "I'm fine."

Your voice was a mere whisper while your eyes locked on his. The mix of produce you sold day in and day out along with the paper he religiously used for his work washed over you. Your chest rose and fell triple time. His eyes noticed how the fabric of your shirt moved with it, "Yes."

You scrunched your brows, "Pardon?"

"You asked if it was full nudity or breasts. It's both, so... yes."

Your breath hitched in your throat "I see..."

His hands relaxed on your shoulders but never left you. "You don't have to do this."

Your hands lightly squeezed his forearms then trailed up to his biceps, "I want to."

"We can start slow." Nanami set the pencil down on paper then approached you.

"What would you have me to do?"

Your eyes remained on him with each step he took toward you.

"Do you feel comfortable taking this off?" his fingertips touched the linen sleeve of your shirt, eyes never leaving yours which continued to bore into him. You nodded since your heart was lodged somewhere between your throat and thighs.

"Will you watch me?" the corner of your lip morphed into a smirk and he chuckled.

"Of course not." his fingertips brushed against your skin before turning his back to you.

Goosebumps pricked your skin once exposed to the air. Your blouse bunched at your hips. You bit the inside of your lips as you peered down at your chest.

"Ready?"

Your head popped up at the sound of his voice, "Mhm.. I mean, yes — just... don't laugh at me."

"Never. Why would I do that?" he faced forward with a smile at your request.

"I'm not sure." your laughter filled his studio.

"I can assure you, I would never laugh at you." he cast his eyes at the floor, "Are you ready?"

"Yes." you placed your hands in your lap then straightened your posture.

Color rushed to his cheeks as he faced you. He pressed his lips together as they dared to form a devilish smirk. The fabric of his pants suddenly feeling oh so tight. The urge to drop them and plunge into you without warning.

Your eyes focused on his knitted brow, set jaw, the hand that rested on his hip. "Am I not good enough?"

"What?" his eyes suddenly locked onto yours, brows raised in slight offense. "What did you say?" he took a step closer and you raised your head while maintaining your posture. "Am I not good enough?"

Your voice suddenly felt smaller as he stood inches away from you. His breath landing on your cheeks, eyes trying not to stare at how your bare chest was rising and falling because of him.

"You are perfect." the calluses of his fingertips touched your shoulder while the palm of his other hand rested on your hip. The touch alone made you gasp softly, causing you to bite your lip then glance at the floor.

"Look at me,"

Your eyes focused on his, which were filled with adoration.

"I can't sketch you looking at the floor. You're too beautiful for that." His hands carefully positioned you into place, the movement accompanied by his voice saying "just like that" and "drop your shoulder". As his hand traveled across you, you felt your hardened nipple brush against the back of his hand. You suppressed a moan, failing horribly, while Nanami held his breath still continuing as if nothing happened.

He let out the breath slowly by the second then felt the tenseness that remained in your muscles, "Just breathe, ready?" a small smile rested on his face as he squatted in front of you.

You were careful to not move since he spent the last few minutes getting you into position. You nodded and smiled down at him.

"Wonderful," he said softly. He stared at you for a moment before going back to his post. the room was silent as he sat at a distance sketching your form. Taking his time to fully admire you in silence and forever capture this moment in graphite and paper.

A few minutes had passed before he asked if you needed anything. You declined water and fruit but gladly accepted a break. Once he set down his pencil and paper, you stretched in your seat. When you rose to your feet to extend your arms past your head, your blouse folded over itself, hanging at your waist.

"You can put it back on if you'd like." Nanami started to turn away but froze at the sound of your voice.

"I'd rather not. I'm... comfortable around you."

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he grinned.

"May I ask why the last model proved a challenge?"

He faced you, "She wasn't focused."

"And I am?"

"You listen."

"You mean I take orders?"

He smiled as he walked toward you. "What would you do if I said "yes"?" he saw the possibilities dancing around in your mind from the look in your eyes.

"Say it." you commanded.

He stood in front of you toe-to-toe. "yes."

Your fingertips sank into the waistband of his pants and pulled until he was flush against you. His hands found their way to your hips and gripped them when you pressed your lips against his. A moan left his body as his knees started to buckle. He was slowly stepping forward and guiding you back to the chair you were in moments ago. His lips traveled to your jaw, neck, then chest, while his hands searched for the hem of your skirt.

Your bated breaths filled the space of his studio then turned into a groan when you felt his mouth working at your bud. The artist released a groan when you clutched a handful of his hair. His tongue plunging into each fold and savoring the taste on his tongue. It was a mixture of peaches and berries. The finest fruit. His ambrosia.

Your thighs pressed against the sides of his head as you released another dose just for him. Your hand squeezed his forearm with each moan you released and he held it in his as he gripped onto your hip with the other.

"Did you finish?"

"I thought that was obvious."

You swatted at his arm, "I meant the sketch."

He laughed then reached for your hand "Yes, do you want to see it?"

"Absolutely."

Nanami lifted his head from your lap, giving you one last loving look before standing to his feet. He helped you up then wrapped his shirt around you.

"Be honest with me, ok?"

"Always." you nodded as you gripped the edges of his shirt. He placed a kiss on your forehead then guided you toward the artwork. Your eyes scanned the blend of curves, lines, and shading which created your form. You leaned in to marvel at the masterpiece and he did the same as he admired you from behind.

"How do you do this?"

You glanced back at him with your mouth slightly agape.

"Having a gorgeous muse helps." his hands wrapped around your waist. Hearing those words brought warmth to your very being. He basked in the glory of your subdued smile, instinctively placing his hand on your cheek, eyes scanning left to right and every which direction to admire the piece of work that stood in front of him. That walked with him around the townsquare for the past several months, gave him joy with a simple look or smile, inquired and endlessly praised his artwork. His encouragement, light, warmth... ambrosia.

"Be my everything."

You placed your hand over his then gazed into his eyes with tears welling in your very own. Your hand guided him down to your lips which were becoming home.

You stood in front of the sketch studying how the faded graphite persisted through time and god knows what else. You leaned forward then read the scribbled cursive, "For my dearest Ambrosia."

"Some people think it's his wife,"

The sudden voice made you turn.

"He wasn't Da Vinci or Michelangelo so we don't have all the records but it's theorized this series is for her."

The blonde man finally looked away from the sketch then in your eyes. His hazel eyes were soft in the dim light of the museum, shoulders relaxed and being stern but gentle.

"Have we met before?"

He shook his head "I think I'd remember you."

You couldn't help but chuckle "Well," you sat up straight "indulge me anyway. What's your name?"

"Nanami," he faced you fully "and you are?"

When you said your name, he felt a twinge in his heart. A sudden warmthn if you will and there was a hint of peaches and berries on his tongue. His brows pinched momentarily, before he focused on what you were now saying about the artwork. He was too busy admiring a separate masterpiece.

— Author's Note — Although you take up every second of his life, Nanami still devots himself to his craft. He hates when people watch him work, especially you because you're so distracting, but he'll ocassionally allow it. You're truly his everything. You're constantly inspiring him; even more so when you two start a family. You're always encouraging him as well and keeping his spirits high.

I don't think he'd be super popular but his work becomes well known in his city and around the area. After death, centuries later, he does gain his long awaited recognition. I imagine your children would be a huge part of that since they're always spreading his legacy and sharing his artwork. I want to write more for Renaissance Artist Nanami. He's just so soft and quiet and observant and caring ... I love him so much.

[nanagoswife]

Best Friends are Double the Trouble

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Nanami x reader x Gojo

Summary: When your two soon-to-be-married friends I produce you to two of their friends, you find yourself drawn to them despite how much you didn't want to.

W/C: 5.7k

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, breast play, praise kink, semi-public (they're in an office), biting, threesome (but not much happens. That's the next part😉), probably ooc Geto

A/N: Welcome to my fantasy

- - -

“You really need to meet them!” your friend, Akane, says excitedly as she leans on your desk beside you. “Suguru has known them for ages and I think the three of you would hit it off.”

You glare at your friend for a moment before turning back to your computer. “If you’re implying what I think-“

“No, that’s not what I’m talking about. For once.”

That makes you give her another glare, unbelieving of her actual intentions. Akane has been trying to set you up with men left, right and centre. To your dismay, most of them have been friends with her boyfriend, Geto Suguru. It’s not that he doesn’t keep good company, it’s just that you don’t want to get tangled up with a friend of his that could affect their friendship in the future. 

“Seriously!” your friend calls out in a defensive tone, “They really are nice. Plus, you should get to know them. You know, since you’re my best friend and they’re my boyfriend’s best friends. One way or another you’ll cross paths with them.”

There’s a devilish grin that spreads across her lips, causing her deep brown eyes to crinkle in a way that kind of scares you. Only because it means she already had something planned with or without a positive answer from you. 

You sigh, pushing your chair back and meeting her eyes. “Let me guess. They’ll be at the dinner party tonight.”

“No escaping this time,” she says along with a maniacal laugh, eliciting an eye roll from you. “Come on! I won’t force you to spend the whole evening talking. You can spend the time talking with me but only if you at least let me introduce you to them.”

Another sigh from you, your shoulders sagging as you give in. “Fine. Only because you want me to.”

You ignore her mini celebration as you turn back to your work. However, you know that you won’t be able to pry yourself away from her tonight either. Especially since you know the exact reason why Geto planned this whole dinner get together. So, one way or another, you’re going to have to acquaint yourself with Geto’s two best friends and you’ll be able to keep Akane from setting you up with either of them. 

“Now, I’ll be back here to get you. You better be done your work by the time I get here,” your friend says with an accusatory finger point. 

“Yes, Akane-sama.”

She scoffs before pushing off of your desk and walking to your office door. “Five o’clock! You better be ready.”

You roll your eyes with a humorous shake of your head. If this is how she is just during the work day, you have no idea just how much worse she’ll be this evening. Either way, you’re glad to see her in such a good mood. 

-

“How are you feeling, Geto-kun?” you ask while you playfully nudge his ribs with your elbow. It causes him to chuckle lightly as he wraps an arm around you. 

“Just nervous I might say the wrong thing. Other than that, I’m excited. Thanks for coming to help set up as well.”

You give him a smile, wrapping your own arm around his back to tug him into your side. “I’m sure everything will go great. She loves you and she’ll be more than happy no matter what you say.”

Geto smiles at you gratefully. The two of you have been friends since before he met Akane. However, you did know Akane for longer. It was due to you having a party that your two close friends met and immediately hit it off. You had the honour of watching their friendship bloom into love and now to this night. Today, Geto was going to propose. Hence the reason why this get together was happening. Your friend wanted all of your close friends to bear witness and you couldn’t be more happy for the pair. 

“You’re right. Man, I’m glad Satoru isn’t here. He’d be endlessly teasing me about all of this.”

You chuckle. “What about the other one? Nanami was it?”

“Let me guess, you know their names because Akane wants to set you up with one of them.”

“It’s good to know you know Akane so well. I don’t think you’d have my blessing otherwise,” you joke as you move to set the plates and glasses on the table. 

For a moment, Geto is silent. When you look over at him in confusion, you see a familiar expression take over his features. One you’re all too familiar with and the only thing that pains you that both of your friends share. It’s a conniving sort of look, one that has you rolling your eyes just like you did earlier with Akane. 

“No. Not you too! Suguru, you were supposed to be the one to help me here!”

“I’m sorry,” he starts with a laugh, “but they’re good guys. Gojo I might warn against but Nanami…” He waggles his eyebrows at you. 

You scoff, turning away from him to finish setting up the table. The doorbell saves you from hearing anything more but a sense of dread fills you. You wish you could say your friends are all bark and no bite but both of them have just as much bite as they do bark. So, you have to mentally prepare yourself for what they both will probably do tonight. You’re ready for them to throw out subtle lines and try and encourage you to talk to these two men rather than to your friends. 

So, you pretend to busy yourself as Geto goes to answer the door. 

“Wow! Your house is warm this time!” you hear immediately once the door opens. 

Geto chuckles as you hear another more deeper and monotone voice mutter out, “Their heater being broken wasn’t their fault, Gojo-san.”

It was amusing to listen to the way the one man teased the other that sounded as if he would rather be anywhere that wasn’t with the other. The three voices grew closer to where you were as you were finishing up with setting the table. You didn’t allow yourself to look up until you put the last of the cutlery down. It didn’t matter that you knew they had entered into the room you were in. You had a job to do and you didn’t want to be thrown into the inevitable right away. 

When you do look up, you’re taken aback when you see all three men looking at you already. Not only that, but how the two new men simply look.  

Both of them are extremely good looking. One a bit taller than the other both dressed in suits. The blonde is more put together; his tie done up and hair well kept. Meanwhile the taller, white-haired man with striking blue eyes has the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone. However, you can tell that both of them are very well built with the way their suits are tailored. They showcase each and every muscle without straining the material. 

They’re both so different. One exudes a more casual demeanour while the other seems more professional even in the presence of friends. The taller man has a teasing aura that only grows with the way he smirks. Meanwhile the other seems almost bored but there’s a small flicker of amusement in his chestnut eyes. 

You hate to admit it, but maybe Geto and Akane were on to something. 

“Gojo-san, Nanami-san, this is Y/N-san. She’s the one that works with Akane.”

You give them a small bow. “It’s good to finally meet you. Geto-kun and Akane have said a lot of good things about you.”

“The same to you,” Nanami says as he also bows. “My name is Nanami Kento. I work as a salaryman in the same company as you.”

“Really? I’m surprised we haven’t met, then.”

Nanami straightens. “I wouldn’t imagine you would have. From what I heard from Akane-san, you’re in the planning department so there’s not much that requires either of us to interact.”

You nod a bit, humming in agreement as you think about it. “That’s true. I guess I do have a representative assigned to me to go over sales figures and everything.”

“Bleh, that’s boring stuff, Nanamin. Why talk about work in a setting like this?” Gojo says boredly as he leans against the wall. “Especially when-“

“Satoru,” Geto warns. Just in time too as your friend comes into the room.

“Oh, you two are here! Did I miss anything good?” your friend chirps happily. She comes over and wraps an arm around your shoulders and you brace yourself for what she’s about to say. “What do you guys think of my friend here? She may technically be my boss but she’s been my best friend since middle school.” Then she leans forward, bringing a hand to lazily block her mouth as she poorly whispers, “And she’s single.”

“Seriously?” you say, exasperated as you roll your eyes. You ignore the way Geto laughs, trying not to focus on the way Nanami and Gojo throw amused looks your way. 

“What? It’s true!” your friend defends. 

Geto makes his way over to the two of you. “Alright, baby. I think we should leave her alone for once.”

Despite what he says, Geto winks and destroys any hope you had. You know it’s only going to be a temporary relief and it will only get worse. It doesn’t matter that Geto and Akane leave the room to check on the food. It’s only another setup as you’re now left alone in the room with the two men. You’re extremely embarrassed, cheeks heated as you avoid their gazes. 

To avoid any awkwardness, you decide to change the topic immediately. “So, Gojo-san, what do you do? For work?”

A cheeky smirk spreads his lips as he pushes off of the wall. “Trying to change the topic, huh? Embarrassed?”

“Gojo-san, leave her alone. Considering she could fire you in a heartbeat, I wouldn't talk to her that way,” Nanami chimes in.

“Fire you? Are you saying we all work in the same company?”

Both Nanami and Gojo look over at you. You find your cheeks heating once again under the weight of their gazes. These two men, who you find both attractive and have so far been keeping certain… thoughts from taking over your thoughts, are making you nervous. Not because you’re intimidated or feel like you’re in danger but you do feel like some sort of prey. Both have a certain glint in their eyes that you can’t quite pinpoint. However, you think you can take a guess.

“We do,” Nanami chimes back in, making his way past you to sit on the couch. You follow him, sitting on the chair you know is Geto’s, and pretend to not watch the way he crosses his legs and throws an arm over the back of the sofa. “In a way, you and I are in the same position in our respective departments. Gojo-san is the son of the company’s founder and is in a lower position but has a lot of sway in the company.”

“Come on, Nanamin,” Gojo whines as he plops himself down beside the blonde, “you make it sound like I’m a spoiled brat.”

“That’s because you are,” Nanami retorts and you can’t help but giggle at it all.

Both men turn their attention to you and that weight from their glances is once again working to heat your cheeks back up. “S-sorry. Ignore me.”

To your dismay, both Nanami and Gojo show they have no intentions of doing that. Gojo leans forward, leaning his elbows against his knees, a smug smirk adorning his features. Meanwhile, Nanami uncrosses his legs while his own smirk spreads his lips. The two of them combined, looking the way they do, makes your throat go dry and your heart pound against your chest. It also makes the thoughts you were so desperately trying to keep at bay come crashing to the forefront of your mind. Still, you try to not think about it too much no matter how heated your cheeks are getting.

“No, I don’t think we will,” Gojo says smugly as he shamelessly eyes you up and down. 

When you look at Nanami, you find that he’s doing the same. However, he has the most sense of the two and sees how you’re reacting. “Gojo-san, I do believe this isn’t the night to get distracted. We have a purpose here.”

You find yourself letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. However, you still aren’t able to fully relax. Not when you see how neither of them are taking their eyes off of you.

“Satoru! Can you come help with something,” you hear Geto call from the kitchen. 

Gojo hesitates for a moment, looking at you once more before getting up. “I’m looking forward to tonight,” he says cheekily, adjusting his coat before walking away.

Looking over at Nanami, he sighs, crossing his legs once again. “I apologize. He’s a little too forward when he wants something.”

If you were drinking water, you would’ve choked on it. This man is saying this as if Gojo was the only one being forward. Sure, he was the only one speaking, but Nanami’s actions said enough. Especially since that was the first time you had seen him smile since they had arrived.

Then, “However, I’m a little more laid back about it.” Nanami stands, making his way over to you as he reaches into the inside pocket of his suit and pulls out a business card. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to have coffee or even dinner with you.”

“W-we’ve hardly spoken-”

“Akane-san does enough talking that it makes you know another individual without having ever met them. Don’t you agree?”

You give him a small nod, slowly taking the card from his fingers, accidentally grazing your fingers with his. When you do, a smirk curls the corners of his lips. Then, he manages to catch your hand in his in as good of a handshake as possible with the card still in your hand.

Before you can say anything, the warmth of his large hand disappears as he goes to the kitchen where the others. It leaves you a heated, breathless and heart pounding mess as you watch him leave. The combination of how his hand felt against yours and how the tone of his voice seemed to drop along with the look in those chestnut eyes broke the last of your mind’s restraint.

Now, all you can think of is hearing that same tone along with imagining how his large hands would run up your thighs as he leans over you. You imagine how his defined chest and back would feel as you run your fingers over his skin. You imagine how his thick fingers would work you open, playing with you until he makes you cum on his hand. Not only that, but you find thoughts of Gojo creeping in as well. You can’t pretend that you didn’t stare at how big his hands were as well. That along with the way he sat. It had you heating up by just simply thinking of how he would stretch you out. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was a man who greatly enjoyed receiving head. And you wouldn’t be opposed to being the one to do that.

“Y/N?”

You’re startled from your thoughts when Akane calls out your name. Heat rushes to your cheeks more than it already had when you realize what train of thought you had just been on. You’ve only just met these men, you knew nothing about them. However, they seem to know lots about you and you’re already thinking about sleeping with not only one of them, but both. The worst part is that they seem like they’d partner up for something like this.

“Are you alright?” Akane asks, now kneeling beside your chair as she brings the back of her hand to your face. “Have you caught a fever?”

You shake your head. “N-no no. I think I just need a splash of water to my face is all.” You stand from your seat. “I’ll join you after. No need to worry.” With that, you quickly leave the room and you don’t stop until you lock the bathroom door. 

This was going to be a long night.

-

That night was now three months ago. Thankfully, Nanami and Gojo were both, well, better behaved you guess you could say. Geto proposed and you all celebrated. It probably helped that Akane was glued to you the rest of the night, showing off her ring, so it kept Gojo’s and Nanami’s advances at bay.

Since then, you have gone to that coffee and dinner that Nanami offered. With Gojo as well. More than once for each option. You wished you could’ve said Akane was wrong about these two, but you really did all hit it off. Plus, it’s been genuine getting to know one another each time. Sure there were the usual hints but the way they came onto you that first night never reappeared. Maybe it was because they saw how you and Akane were that night that made something click in them.

Since that night, they’ve also both visited your office often. Nanami actually reassigned your financial representative to be himself. So, he visited for both work and non-work related reasons. When it wasn’t for work, he would often make himself comfortable in the chairs in front of your desk and idly chat with you. Most of the time it was towards the end of the day so he’d wait until you were done. Gojo usually joins in near the end.

For Gojo, he had a lot more free reign. With having both less responsibilities and more leeway due to his personal ties he can pop in whenever he really wants. Usually it’s to tease you about how you’re actually working but you subtly learn new things about him at the same time. He likes to annoy you until you finally look away from your work and meet his teasing gaze instead. With Gojo, he usually sprawls his long limbs over the loveseat in the corner of your office that you keep for certain meetings that require a more casual approach. You can’t count the amount of times you’ve caught him dozing off in, what must be, an uncomfortable position.

If you were being honest, moments like that, especially when you have both of them waiting for you to finish up your work, are the moments you look forward to every day. The times Akane has come to visit as well are always entertaining ones. Especially when it seems like she regrets coming to visit when both of them are there. It’s a type of chaos that you’ve come to love and enjoy.

Those thoughts are wiped from your mind as you hear something from your office’s doorway.

“Knock knock,” Gojo says teasingly when you see him leaning against the doorframe.

A smile spreads to your lips. “Come on in. I was just finishing up.”

“Actually finishing on time for once?” Gojo teases as he takes his usual place on your loveseat.

You roll your eyes with a chuckle. “Yes. You know, you wouldn’t be making fun of me as much if you were in a similar position.”

“Meh. I’d rather be stuck where I am. Plus, training people isn’t that bad. At least we know they’ll be good at their job.”

A laugh escapes you as you go back to writing the email you were just about finished. “Please tell me you remembered that we’re going to Suguru’s and Akane’s tonight.”

Being the drama king he is, he sighs dramatically while he throws his arms out to the side. “Trust me, Nanamin hasn’t let me forget. I swear the man’s made it his life mission to make sure I wouldn’t.”

“You’re saying you would have remembered if he didn’t hound you?”

Gojo looks away from you, staring at the ceiling as he crosses his arms over his chest. “No comment,” he grumbles out as he pouts.

You laugh again before grabbing your phone to take a picture. There’s no hesitation as you send it to Nanami along with a message saying, “Gojo being all pouty when he learns the hard truth.” It isn’t long before Nanami is replying with an, “About damn time,” that makes you have to suppress a laugh. 

Then you quickly send back, “It’s kinda cute, though.”

“You’re cuter,” Nanami replies. You’re glad he isn’t in the room so you can hide the way your cheeks heat up. Unfortunately, Gojo is and you can’t hide from him like you can from Nanami.

And he’s been watching the whole thing.

“Let me guess, Nanamin?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you tease.

Gojo smirks, getting up to close the door before he makes his way over to you. “Oh, I’m sure you do,” he purrs as he kneels beside your chair. One of his hands finds a place on your bare ankle, gently tracing patterns over the skin and causing a chill to run down your spine. 

His hand begins to travel higher as he guides your chair to turn towards him. He places a kiss to your knee as both hands cup your calves, grazing up and down. The action causes goosebumps to rise on your skin while heat begins to pool in your lower stomach. 

You’ve never grown past the way Gojo and Nanami make you feel in certain moments, how you imagine both of them when you need to bring yourself to your own release. However, you’ve never truly experienced it. Not until now as Gojo’s hands trail upwards until they’re pushing past the hem of your skirt to squeeze your thighs.

“G-Gojo,” you breathe out, breaths heavy as your heart pounds against your chest, “what if someone walks in?”

Gojo looks up at you with a devilish smirk. “Don’t worry. The only one who will be doing that is Nanamin,” he coos. “I messaged him while you were,” he adds on when he must see your confused expression. “I hope you didn’t think we don’t know how you desire us both.”

“H-how-”

“How did we know?” Gojo takes your question right out of your stammering mouth. You thought you had been discreet about how you felt towards the two of them. However, “I’ll let Nanamin answer that one.”

Just as if it were on cue, Nanami opens the door, slipping in quickly before locking the door. He looks over at you and Gojo, a corner of his lips lifting as he makes his way over. “I hope I didn’t miss anything.”

Gojo presses another kiss to your knee as he mutters, “Nope. However, you may need to explain to her how we knew she wanted both of us and not just one,” against your skin.

When Nanami turns to look at you, you find yourself looking away in embarrassment. Gojo was one story, you learned how to throw back teases and taunts easily. With Nanami, though, you couldn’t do that with him. Especially since he can read you like a book he’s read hundreds of times despite only knowing each other for a few months. So, there’s a small sense of shame when he looks at you when this type of topic is the reason.

“Now, now,” he calls out softly, one of his hands coming to cup your jaw and draw your face towards his. You notice how Gojo has begun to massage your thighs in a display of comfort as well as he looks up at you with soft eyes. “There’s no need to be ashamed. Did you think we wanted you to pick?”

Nanami’s tone, along with the way his thumb traces circles on your cheek, reassures you. He’s silently telling you that it’s ok to admit it. So, you nod slowly, eyes flickering from Nanami to Gojo and back again, seeing the soft expressions both of them wear.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Nanami says sweetly, causing your heart to race in happiness with the endearment but also with the way he leans in to nuzzle his nose with yours, “we were the ones hoping you wouldn’t choose. It was easy to see you wouldn’t with how you looked at us that first night. Not to mention how willing you were to always dine with both of us and not just one.”

He dips down to press a kiss to your jaw. Gojo goes back to his exploring, his nose tracing a trail up the inside of your knees along with his lips. His hands are still massaging the plush flesh of your thighs as Nanami trails his lips further along your jaw, one of his hands cupping one of your breasts. You let out a soft groan at the sensations as they both continue their own explorations of your body.

Nanami’s lips trail back from your jaw until they meet yours. You breathe an almost sigh of relief as you finally get to feel his lips against yours, opening for him the moment his tongue brushes your lower lip. Meanwhile, Gojo is beginning to push your skirt up, his mouth making its way closer and closer towards where you ache the most for these two men.

You’re so lost in these sensations that you hardly register the fact that Nanami has started undoing the buttons of your blouse. In fact, you don’t realize he has until he’s pushing the two sides away and begins to trace the edge of your bra.

“Please,” you breathe out into Nanami’s mouth as both of them begin to reach areas you so desperately want them. You lift your hips so Gojo can push the rest of your skirt up and you arch your chest into Nanami’s touch. “Please. I need both of you.”

The two men pull back to smile at you. However, there’s a teasing glint that you feel you should be scared of.

“Don’t forget, sweetheart. We still have to go over to Akane’s and Geto’s,” Nanami reminds you before locking his lips with yours once again.

“And,” Gojo adds before not only pushing your skirt up, but also removing your soaked panties, “you still have work to finish.”

Nanami folds the cups of your bra so that your breasts are exposed. His hand wastes no time in cupping it, using his thumb and index to pinch and roll your nipple. It causes you to subconsciously arch in a way that pushes you more into Nanami’s touch and also in a way that places your soaking folds inches away from Gojo’s face.

You can feel the way both men smile against either your lips or skin. That should’ve been when you knew they were going to plan something.

Without so much as a word, Nanami pulls away but keeps his hand on your breast. He does this as Gojo spins you in your chair until he’s spreading your legs further apart as he settles underneath your desk. You feel Nanami’s breath against your neck before his other hand comes to give your other breast the same attention as he has been giving the other.

“Finish your work. Am I right to assume that this email is the last of it?” Nanami asks hotly into your ear. 

You nod, trying to suppress the moan that wants to escape you as you feel Gojo kiss your mound, his chin just grazing your clit. “If you finish your email,” Gojo starts from between your legs, a devilish smirk spreading his lips as he drags his fingers close to where you want to feel him, “we’ll let you cum as a reward.”

“Then we’ll head over to our happily engaged friends to help plan their wedding,” Nanami tacks on.

“This will probably be the only chance we get before the wedding to do this for you.” 

Gojo’s words confuse you until Nanami explains, “Between it being a busy time of year and your maid of honour duties, we won’t be able to treat you until the wedding is over and done with.”

Before you can reply, to be able to tell them how badly you want them and that you could make time, Gojo is licking a stripe up from your opening and stopping just shy of your clit. A moan escapes you at the feeling of his hot tongue.

“However,” Gojo speaks up, pulling away from your centre, “we can’t properly treat you until you’re done with this email. So you better hurry, baby.”

You nod as you shakily bring your hands to your keyboard. If you thought Nanami and Gojo were going to make this easy on you, though, you were dead wrong. Gojo dives into your folds while Nanami gets the slightest bit more aggressive with your breasts. It doesn’t help with the way he dips his head down to kiss along your collarbone, pausing for a moment to suck a mark into your skin.

Trying to ignore them is the most difficult thing you think you’ll ever have to endure. One thing you’re immensely grateful for was that you were nearly done with your email. There were maybe two sentences left to write before you could easily type out your signature. You knew exactly what you had to say but it was slow going with how shaky you were from the pleasure. Your fingers ached to entwine themselves into Nanami and Gojo’s hair. You wanted to be able to focus entirely on how you feel at the hands of these two.

Either way, you had to finish this email. Just a few… more… words… 

You find your hips bucking up into Gojo’s mouth as he takes your clit into his mouth. Both Gojo and Nanami chuckle, the latter pressing a kiss to your temple as he mutters, “You’re almost done. I promise we’ll let you focus on us as soon as you send it. And don’t worry about looking it over first. I’ve been reading it this whole time.”

With Nanami’s encouraging words, you nod, bringing your attention back to your computer screen. You make quick work of the last few touches, using Nanami’s gentle kisses and the way Gojo massages your thighs as anchors to ignore the pleasure you really want to focus on.

When you finally finish the email, you wait until Nanami gives you a nod of approval before pressing send. With that, you lean back into your chair and effectively into Nanami’s chest as it causes your hips to slide even closer to Gojo’s face.

“Good girl,” Nanami whispers hotly into your ear, both hands squeezing your breasts in appreciation. 

“Now we can give you the reward you deserve,” Gojo mumbles into your pussy, the vibrations sending extra stimulation.

“We will have to be quick, though, if we want to be on time.”

You see the two men exchange a glance and you’re nowhere close to being prepared for what’s about to happen. Before you know it, Nanami is sliding one hand down to play with your clit as he resumes his attentions on your neck and collarbone. Gojo laps you up like a man starved, his tongue every so often replacing Nanami’s fingers when he wants to clean them off.

“You taste fantastic, sweetheart,” Nanami coos before dipping his hand back in between your legs.

“You’re the only thing I want to taste for the rest of my life, baby,” Gojo says without breaking away from your aching cunt.

Just as you wanted, one of your hands splays through Nanami’s blonde hair as he laves your skin with his tongue. Your other hand tangles into Gojo’s white locks, pushing his face further into your wetness and you can feel how he smiles into you.

Your pants and quiet moans fill the room as they work to bring you to the edge. If you weren’t in your office, you’d let it all out. Now isn’t the time though. People are still here and, if you’re too loud, someone could hear you. It didn’t matter if you were done with all of your work, you didn’t need any of your coworkers to know how these two men are working you over.

“I-I’m s-s-so close!” you pant into Nanami’s shoulder, your hand in Gojo’s hair tightening the slightest bit and causing him to groan.

“Let go for us, baby,” Gojo encourages before fucking his tongue back inside you.

“Bite my shoulder if you need to, sweetheart. We’ve got you,” Nanami’s honeyed tone muttered into your skin.

With their words of encouragement and the way they do everything so perfectly, it doesn’t take much longer until you’re biting Nanami’s shoulder to keep yourself quiet. Gojo drinks up everything while Nanami draws gentle circles against your clit to help you through your high. 

Once you manage to regain your senses, you feel the way Gojo has once again started massaging your thighs. Nanami licks his fingers clean before slowly putting your clothing back together as he presses light kisses to your neck and jaw.

“You did so well for us, baby,” Gojo says before pressing a kiss to your quivering thigh.

“Did you enjoy it?” Nanami asks, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before letting you answer.

You nod your head almost dumbly as you look between the two. “You both were perfect. It’s too bad we won’t get to do this again until the wedding.”

“Oh, sweetheart. Trust us,” Nanami begins once he finishes with your buttons.

“There’s going to be a lot more than this after the wedding, baby,” Gojo finishes as he helps put your underwear back on and pulls down your skirt. The thought that there’s more than that almost overwhelms you. However, you know that there’s a lot more to experience with these two men than just you being pleasured. These next few months could not move fast enough.

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pt. 2

SATORU

putting his fingers inside that pretty mouth

giving it to his pretty girl

slow and gentle

sending you clips

can't even wait till you're inside your apartment

KENTO

his pretty girl on his pretty lap

teasing him with those lace socks

breeding you in mating press

morning sex with husband kento

disciplining you

TOJI

using you

stretching you out

bending you over

manhandling his little girl

a different kind of payment with mechanic toji

[xanaxspritz]

cw: 18+ afab!reader, minors DNI

perv!nanami really, really loves the fact you're a virgin. he spends all day thinking about how sweet you would taste under tongue. how you would squirm at the sensation of someone other than yourself rubbing your clit. would you whimpers sound breathy and sweet? or would you moan and scream like a slut?

perv!nanami couldnt wait to pop your cherry and deflower you with his cock. you made him so hard without even knowing, imagining how tight you would be for him. he would take such good care of you, going slow at first to get you acclimated to his length and then getting to have his fun with deep, hard, strokes, your walls snug, wet, and warm around his cock.

perv!nanami wants to be the first man to cum inside you. to make you his, before anyone else can ruin you. he knows hes the only one that can treat you and your cute little cunt the way it deserves to be treated.