#no but kento looks so delectable here

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Dunno if I already told you guys this but this is what we....that is, Kento and Eren lovers (again, I call myself an Eren lover and not a simp bc I almost love Cabin Eren more than Paths Eren....flex) mean when we say Kento deserves to play Eren in a worthy live-action of Attack on Titan😂

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Clumsy Office Intern

ReaderxGetoxNanamixGojoxShoko.

Follow up to this with dubcon Sukuna x reader, find it here.

This is disgusting filthy smut but also a full fantasy. I do not endorse such behaviour. Colleagues should help each other but not like this. It is wholly imaginary and such occurences should remain in fanfiction and porn and these biomes only.

Thank you for your consideration. Also Sukuna has blue balls here.

A big thank you to @ominous-meme for proof reading and beta reading. Love you, you evil bastard.

Silly little new intern at the office… Somehow things just always went awry when you were involved. Those papers that went missing; the printer jamming; that time you tripped and dropped coffee all over the break room floor. Forgetting to submit your paperwork and delaying the production pipeline… 

So very clumsy, yet so eager to please. A cute little thing running around the office, your tight blue skirt hugging the curves of your ass. The billowy cream blouse you kept loosely tucked so it could hang and cover your pudgy belly. Your hair falling down your back in a pretty curtain. Trying so very hard to make up for all the teeny mistakes and accidents only to cause more as you go. So why weren't you fired yet? 

Well, simply because your seniors covered for you. After all, letting such a cute little thing slip out of their hands wasn't what they wanted at all. 

So Satoru helped you look for the missing papers, Suguru brought the mop out to clean the spill, Shoko showed you just where you could tap the printer to encourage it to move along and Kento – he was the worst of the lot – took the blame for you, not submitting your paperwork saying the task he gave you must have taken precedence in your mind and so he should have been clearer with you.  

So when your boss yelled at you two it was Kento who took most of it, much to your embarrassment. But he did so happily – after all, he knew you would be making it up to them. 

So now there you were in Shoko’s house, supposedly for karaoke, songs long forgotten and all of you with enough alcohol in you to guarantee a wicked hangover in the morning. And you were convinced that the best way to repay your kind senpais was with your sweet plush body.

Somehow you had been pulled onto Kento’s lap, back to him – “You were unsteady and I didn't want you to hurt yourself.” His hands that had started out resting on either side of your waist had slowly inched their way up to knead your breasts over the thin fabric of your blouse. Satoru – having long forgotten any sense of personal space – had his lips on the curve of your neck gently biting and sucking at the skin. Below, Shoko and Suguru worked together. While Shoko lifted your skirt and spread your legs, Suguru left a trail of soft kisses down the length of your inner thigh, creeping towards your panties, where you could feel yourself getting wetter. 

A hand reached into your panties and you heard Kento’s deep voice rumbling in your ear. “Feeling good, beautiful? Would you like it if Geto-senpai was doing a little more?” 

You nodded blushing like a tomato. Satoru, feeling left out, started tugging at your tucked blouse, still nuzzling into your neck. 

You could feel his thick cock pressing against your thigh and he whined, “You smell so fuckin’ good my lil’ intern…Delectable…You should taste her Shoko…”

The woman’s wet tongue licked a stripe up the other side of your neck, landing at your ear where she gently bit your earlobe and began to suck.  

All the attention was making a warmth bloom in your abdomen that slowly creeped down to your panties, where Suguru had found a home, laying his head on your thighs and nibbling and sucking at the skin. 

Shoko pushed your skirt high, bunching it around your waist. Her fingers gently circled your clit, taking care not to touch it directly. And Satoru had given up on untucking your blouse and simply got Kento to unbutton it for him instead. Your once saviour now attacked your neck with fervour, grinding his hard cock against your ass, and Satoru’s brilliant blue eyes locked onto yours as he kissed his way up your stomach and pulled down a bra cup to take your pebbled nipple between his lips. 

A hiss escaped your teeth as you felt him lightly bite down on it and simultaneously, Shoko pushed your panties aside for a long wet tongue to prod at your core. “Aahh- Geto-senpai!” You couldn't help but squeal, as his tongue explored the sensitive flesh around your pussy. 

You felt the other cup of your bra being pulled down too as Shoko began to kiss and lick at the erect nipple. You wanted to move. To touch them. To feel them the way they were feeling you. But both Satoru and Shoko had effectively pinned your arms against the couch. 

Satoru’s eyes reflected the ever changing light from the autoplaying karaoke videos, glinting mischievously. You had never felt so many hands on you. Despite experimenting in college, you'd been limited to one threesome at best. Every touch lit a fire under your skin.

Below you Kento’s breathing was getting heavier; it was almost like grunting now. He was the only one who was trapped, unable to work you, save for softly thrusting up into your ass, and the teasing was getting to be unbearable. 

A single look at Shoko had her pull away the duo from you for a second and she lifted you from Kento’s lap and placed her lips on yours,  soft and tasting of cigarettes. You lapped at her tongue gingerly, placing your hands on her breasts. Kento took the chance to unbutton his shirt and unzip his work slacks to pull out his cock from its restraint. Then he called to you, “Do you want to sit on it?” 

Your wide eyes and enthusiastic response made them all chuckle. Such a sweet little intern; of course they wanted to help you out. No other office should have a perfect little girl like you. And the mistakes – those could be easily handled with time. 

You went over to Kento who undid your skirt and tugged down your panties. You were going to straddle him face-to-face but the man stopped you. “Your senpais would like to see every little expression you make while I fuck you on my cock, baby girl. Is that okay?”  You nodded. 

Careful not to hurt either of you, you sank onto the thick girthy member standing at attention. Satoru and Suguru watched you with bated breath as you took all of Kento’s length, palming their own cocks over their pants. Kento allowed you to take the lead. His large hands splayed out over your thighs offered the support you would need. You were already so wet but he was large; filling you up well.

You began to move, testing the waters; all the grinding had left Kento sensitive, and he growled spurring you on even more. “Fuck- just like that baby girl!” Shoko kneeled in front of the two of you, splaying her tongue out onto your clit and letting you rock yourself on her tongue. 

You felt so stretched, about to snap at any moment. Kento pulled your blouse off your shoulders and unhooked your bra, now thrusting up into you himself. Shoko reached up to knead your soft breast once again, rubbing down the bites previously left by Satoru; whom your moans proved to be too much for. Ridding himself of his trousers he took your hand that had found its way to Shoko’s head tugging on her hair and made you wrap it around his length; long and slowly getting harder. 

From the other side Suguru took the opportunity to squeeze your cheeks to open your mouth and you hungrily swallowed his cock. Small twitches let you on to how much he was enjoying it. “So fukin’ good baby,” he moaned, carding his fingers through your hair. 

The coil in your stomach began to tighten, every feeling blurring into one. Kento’s voice cut through the heady moans and gasps; he seemed to be having trouble forming words too. “I’m close. You feel so good around me baby girl. Keep fucking bouncing like that.” There were hands on you – you didn’t know whose – feeling up and down rubbing you. Shoko’s tongue working over your clit. A mouth on your tit sucking and nibbling as your hand stroked Satoru hard and fast now. He was the first to spill, sticky white ropes painting your hand as he twitched and emptied his release, making a mess around you.  Your release chased right after, and you threw your head back in a cry, vision going white as you came sloppily onto Shoko’s tongue, creaming around Kento’s cock. 

Kento and Suguru pulled out of you, still intact, and Shoko smirked at the men from between your legs. “I say we take this to the bedroom, don’t you think so, gentlemen?” 

Your eyes widened, and Shoko laughed, “Surely you didn’t think we’d be done so quickly…” 

On Monday, when Sukuna Ryomen entered the office, sighing at another week of work, his eyes fell on your lovely form. As your boss, he knew there were certain boundaries he shouldn’t cross but looking wouldn’t be any harm…or so he told himself.  He noticed, however, that your eyes never left your four coworkers. If only he had known just how his team had spent their weekend …

AN: hi. Just wanted to say this was inspired by this uquiz result I got. I have no recollection of what the quiz was about nor how to get back there so oops. But I had this screenshot saved and thought up this ridiculous scenario.

[starreadssstuff]

Birthday girl - Nanami Kento

Warnings- none, celebration of birthdays? idk but as always please LMK

Authors note- I loved writing this! Im not anywhere near my birthday but idc because I know some one on Tumblr is! ( if you are, HAPPY BIRTHDAY) I really hope you enjoy this fic because I know I did love, star💜

The moment Nanami Kento spoke those words, a surge of excitement coursed through your veins. You couldn't contain your joy as you rushed forward, practically throwing yourself into his arms. Nanami, surprised but composed as always, caught you with ease, his strong arms wrapping around you in a gentle embrace.

"Thank you so much for being here," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude and happiness. Nanami chuckled softly, his deep voice resonating through your body.

"It's my pleasure," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of warmth. "Birthdays are meant to be celebrated, and I wouldn't miss the opportunity to make this day special for you."

As you separated from the embrace, your friends erupted into cheers and applause. They had been observing the heartwarming scene, delighting in your overwhelming joy. With their encouragement, you all settled down at the decorated picnic table, surrounded by the picturesque beauty of the park.

Nanami took a seat beside you, his presence both calming and electrifying. Your friends chatted excitedly, but your attention remained focused on the enigmatic jujutsu sorcerer by your side. You couldn't help but steal glances at him, marveling at his impeccable appearance and the subtle kindness in his eyes.

"I hope you like the cake," Nanami said, gesturing to the dessert before you. "It was specially made to resemble the one I devoured during one of my rare moments of indulgence."

You couldn't help but laugh, charmed by his reference to his notorious "salaryman" habits. The cake looked absolutely delectable, and you couldn't wait to taste it.

As the afternoon sun bathed the surroundings in a golden glow, you all enjoyed a lighthearted and animated conversation. Nanami shared insightful stories from his time as a jujutsu sorcerer, and you hung onto his every word. There was something about his presence that made you feel comfortable, as if you had known him for ages.

In between the laughter and shared anecdotes, Nanami surprised you with a small wrapped gift. As you unwrapped it, your eyes widened in delight. It was a beautifully bound copy of a classic literature book that you had mentioned loving during previous conversations.

"I remembered you mentioning this book once," Nanami explained. "I thought it would make a suitable gift for an intellectual like yourself."

Touched by his thoughtfulness, you thanked him, barely able to contain your excitement. It was the perfect gift, a symbol of his attentiveness and the connection you shared.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange hue over the park, Nanami stood up, offering his hand to you. "Shall we take a walk?" he asked, his eyes filled with a mixture of playfulness and sincerity.

You gladly accepted his hand, feeling a wave of butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you walked side by side. The cool breeze whispered through the trees, and the gentle sound of your footsteps created a soothing rhythm.

In that serene moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and in the presence of the character you admired, you couldn't have asked for a more magical birthday celebration. Nanami Kento had made this day unforgettable, and the memories you created together would forever be etched in your heart.

[ayyy-pee]

Strangers In Love

Chapter 2

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Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Summary: Nanami reflects.

Genre: Divorce AU

Story Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Divorce, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Arguments, Ex-Husband Nanami Kento

Nanami finds himself standing on the sidewalk, watching your form disappear into the crowd and trying to resist the overwhelming urge to scream at the searing pain he’s in from his boiling hot coffee spilling over his hand when he chased after you. He feels a pang of disappointment at how obviously uncomfortable you were to see him. It was as though you couldn’t get away fast enough. He supposed he couldn’t blame you given the circumstances. You hadn’t seen or spoken to each other in over five years. Of course you didn’t want to start now.

Nanami actually didn’t know what drove him to follow after you and request to meet. His feet seemed to move on their own from the moment he recognized you in the cafe.

Having just arrived back in Tokyo a few weeks prior, he hadn’t been out much, too busy moving into his new apartment and finding his footing at his new job. It was exhausting. This particular morning, Nanami was really feeling his fatigue set in. A quick internet search for a good place to grab a coffee before work brought him to a new cafe on his morning commute. He hoped it was good. It would be convenient to have a place to stop every morning before work. He ignored pain in his chest at the idea of being back in Tokyo and resuming morning cafe visits, a tradition he used to uphold with —

Nevermind that . He couldn’t go there right now. He tucked the thought away for another time. Nanami entered, inhaling deeply and sighing happily at the smell of freshly roasted coffee beans. He gave a curt nod to the employees who greeted him and made his way to the display case, leaning forward to better peruse the options.

The sweet pastries looked absolutely delectable. However, he was more interested in their parfait selection. He wondered in particular if they had the tart one he loved so much. If they did, he’d request sliced strawberries on top just the way he liked it. Not too sweet for the morning. And he’d get a coffee for a boost in energy.

After placing his order and paying, the cashier informed him they would have his breakfast out shortly. He stepped aside, taking in the decor of the cafe. A cozy, small place that was designed to look like a cottage inside. Nanami could picture himself coming here in the winter months for a nice hot cup of tea.

As his eyes roamed through the cafe, they landed on a familiar head of strikingly white hair. He would know it from a mile away. Satoru Gojo. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Nanami had known Gojo all through high school. He wouldn’t exactly call them friends. He would describe their relationship as more of Nanami tolerating Gojo’s presence while Gojo pestered you and him. You all lost contact with each other once you went to college and Nanami was not particularly set on trying to reconnect now. He only hoped to escape this cafe before Gojo noticed him.

Gojo was with someone, though Nanami could not see who as another patron was blocking his line of vision. It didn’t matter. His breakfast was ready. As he grabbed his parfait and coffee from the barista, he glanced back over to Gojo’s table, nearly dropping everything when he saw it was you who occupied the other seat.

You, his ex-wife who he had not seen in over five years. He wasn’t prepared for this. He had moved back to Tokyo taking solace in the fact that the city was massive. The chance of running into you should have been slim to none. And yet, here you were, brushing Gojo’s hair out of his face with the same soft expression you used to reserve only for him .

He knew he had no right to be jealous. You left him and he didn’t so much as try to argue when you requested a divorce.

—————

5 Years Ago

The night you told Nanami you wanted a divorce was hell on earth for him, though you would never know it. Awkwardly climbing off of your body in the bed, he only had one question.

“Why?”

He could hear the tears in your voice, but his body would not allow himself to feel your pain, too exhausted from the day he had to care that you were so obviously struggling.

You sniffled, trying to gather your thoughts before your words cut through the thick tension, quiet, almost a whisper.

“I’m not happy anymore, Kento”, was all you said.

“Where is this coming from?”

“I haven’t been happy in a long time. I’ve felt so alone in this marriage, Kento. I hardly see you, you hardly speak to me. Look at how you just had to force yourself to even want to make love. You’ve been checked out of this marriage for years.”

Nanami’s body was shutting down now. The stress of the work day was now being crushed under the weight of his crumbling marriage and he was too tired to deal with any of this right now. He needed rest.

He sighed. “I don’t believe that to be true.“

“When was the last time you kissed me, Kento?” You cut in. Nanami wracked his exhausted mind. He supposed you were right. It had been some time since he had last kissed you, but surely that didn’t warrant a divorce.

His eyelids were getting heavy. He stood from the bed. It was probably not going to be comfortable for you to share the bed with him right now. And maybe a night of sleep would help you come to your senses by morning.

“I’ll be taking the couch tonight then. We can discuss this tomorrow.”

“No, Kento.” You muttered softly. “I’ve made up my mind. We don’t need to talk it out. I’m done.” He could almost feel the way your lip quivered as you spoke and he wanted to reach out to you, to touch you and ask what he could do to save this marriage. But his arms felt like lead weights, his brain was not allowing him to process this properly. He just needed sleep.

“Okay.” Nanami acquiesced, turning to wander through the darkness out of the bedroom and make his way to the living room. In the morning, when his brain was no longer overloaded he would try to convince you to see reason and to stop the dramatics.

Morning came too soon. Nanami was still as drained as when he went to sleep. The clock glowed a blaring 4:30am. Nanami stretched, his back aching from sleeping on the couch and he wondered what brought him here in the first place. Did he fall asleep reading? No, the memories of the late night came back to him. He could spare a few moments before he needed to leave. You two could talk about this divorce you were asking for, work things out and move forward.

He went to the bedroom, opening the door as quietly as he could. It was still dark out and Nanami assumed you were still sleeping. He felt bad for waking you, but he did not want to start his day without speaking to you. Nanami found his way over to his bedside table, reaching to turn the lamp on, filling the room with a soft light. He turned to climb on to the bed only to realize it was empty.

Sudden panic overtook him as he hurried to the connecting bathroom. Maybe you were up and getting ready for work yourself, but when he reached the bathroom, the light was off. He flicked them on. Empty. His eyes scanned the sink, noting that your toothbrush was gone as well as your skincare products.

Now he was getting concerned. He wandered into your shared closet, finding many of your clothes to be gone, your suitcase also missing. You left. You really left him. Nanami snatched his phone from the bedside table, checking his messages. One notification from you.

You: I think it’s best if I stay elsewhere. We can discuss how to best move forward when I find a divorce lawyer. I’m sorry for this, but I can’t live like this anymore. Thank you for all of these years, Kento. Goodbye.

Hands shaking, he dialed your number. Straight to voicemail. He tried again, receiving the same result. He slumped down onto the bed, running his hands through his hair, trying to call you again and again and never reaching you.

At this moment, Nanami thought back to your conversation only a few hours earlier. How you cried, telling him how alone you had felt. How he had dismissed your feelings without a second thought, chalking it up to you being dramatic because he simply didn’t make it home for dinner in time. He was so tired. He was too tired to truly listen, to truly hear you. And now you were gone, the only traces of you left behind the few clothes and shoes sitting in the closet.

He took a deep breath. He needed to get to work. He could try and reach you later in the day when you were more likely to be awake to answer. Nanami was sure that with some time to think, you would come to your senses.

The day dragged by, texts from Nanami to you going unanswered as well as his phone calls. Days without contact turned into weeks. He came home to find all of your things gone one day. He assumed you came by while he was at work to pack everything, leaving your key on the front entry table, the keychain with your honeymoon picture still attached. The emptiness Nanami felt of you being gone soon festered into anger. The last straw being when he was served with the official divorce papers at the apartment. How dare you leave him when he worked so hard to achieve the dream you both shared - Malaysia.

Why couldn’t you be more understanding that this was for you both? The late nights in the office, the missed dinners, the end of your morning cafe dates. It was all meant to bring you both closer to this dream of lying on the beach together with no worries. And you left him for it.

Whatever, he thought. I can find someone who would easily appreciate the lengths I go through for them. And the thought unsettles him because what if you found someone who truly appreciated you the way Nanami apparently didn’t? He finds himself glaring a hole into his computer monitor for who knows how long before he comes back to reality.

Once he finally signs on the dotted line months later, your divorce official, Nanami feels so numb he doesn’t care anymore. He doesn’t care that he hasn’t seen or heard from you in months. He doesn’t care that he comes home every night to an empty apartment, a cold bed waiting to embrace him. He doesn’t care that his mind plays tricks on him, sometimes hearing your laugh causing his head to snap towards the noise only to find no one there. He doesn’t care about anything, not even his job that originally drove the wedge between you two.

It’s a full year later that he decides he needs to leave Tokyo. He quits his job with not even a two week notice, packs up and moves to a prefecture far, far away where he can escape the memory of you and your time together. He spends a few years there, working aimlessly, having lost the motivation to put forth the effort towards a goal before deciding he’s healed enough emotionally to return to Tokyo.

Which brings him back here.

——————

Present Day

Nanami is watching you, finding it absolutely impossible to take his eyes off of you. You seem to have zoned out for the moment. You’re just staring ahead lost in thought. He wonders what’s on your mind when he sees Gojo scoot his chair closer to you and then he touches you. He touches you so intimately that Nanami can’t ignore the pang of jealousy forming in his chest.

Were you two dating?

He watches as Gojo swipes his thumb across your cheek and Nanami’s feet move against his will. He’s coming up behind Gojo quickly, his blood boiling when he hears “You okay baby?” Nanami has to resist snatching Gojo by the back of his collar and yanking him away from you. In his mind, he knows he has no right to be so incredibly jealous. You left him in the middle of the night and never spoke to him again. You were done with him, hadn’t spoken to him in so long he almost forgot what your voice sounded like. But watching Gojo touch you so casually, like he did it so often it just came naturally to you both made him seethe.

He calls your name, trying hard not to look at Gojo’s hand on your face and failing. You notice and slap his hand away. Nanami thinks it may just be uncomfortable for you to have your ex see you with your new partner. He tries not to show how affected he is seeing you, his heart pounding in his ears, but his face giving nothing away.

Gojo explains that you’re leaving, calls you baby again which makes Nanami grit his teeth.

“Great running into you, Nanami.” You say as you move around him. He’s rooted to his spot, his eyes glued to you. He tries not to react to you speaking to him so formally. He’s no longer Kento to you - just Nanami and he can’t ignore the sadness he feels at the fact.

“Um, welcome back. Maybe we can catch up later.”

He doesn’t miss the way you tense up, clearly not meaning the offer but he couldn’t help but feel happy you made it anyway. You left in a hurry and it was the sound of Gojo clearing his throat that snapped Nanami from staring at the door.

“You gonna just stand there or go after her?” He asks. Nanami frowns, eyes still glued to the door.

“If I go after her, what will you do?”

Gojo shrugs, slurping loudly on his practically empty milkshake. “Nothing.”

He moves.

And now he’s here, still looking into the crowd you disappeared into hoping he’ll catch another glimpse of you. After more than five years of no interactions from you, not knowing what you were up to, the idea of potentially meeting up with you made Nanami feel…well if he were honest, downright giddy.

Your number hadn’t changed and Nanami was hopeful you hadn’t caught on to the fact that he never deleted it. He wastes no time texting you.

To Malaysia: It’s Kento. It was very good seeing you again if only for a short while. I look forward to speaking with you later on regarding catching up. Have a good day at work.

With that, Nanami turns and heads into work himself, for the first time feeling the numbness that once consumed him fade just a bit.

[sukirichi]

— hands to myself (nanami kento x reader)

pov: you miss nanami too much that you can’t keep your hands to yourself

content/warnings: nsfw, voyeurism, masturbation, spanking, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, sugar daddy nanami, unedited fic

inspo: hands to myself by selena gomez

note: i can’t get sugar daddy nanami out of my head my brain goes brr brr PLEASE SEND ME THIRSTY ASKS ABOUT NANAMI 

@unabashednightmarepizza​ and @noritoshiikamo​ asdgjkl here we goooo i guess 

masterlist !

the penthouse felt so lonely without nanami.

he’s been working so hard, staying overtime and coming home just as you’re already buried in the sheets. nanami would slither in as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the peaceful slumber of his baby girl, but what he doesn’t know is that you don’t mind waking up, just to see and feel him before he leaves for work again the next morning.

right before the sun rises, nanami’s already left. in your dazed state, you’re sure you felt him kissing your forehead before the doors close with a soft click, leaving you alone all over again.

you know he doesn’t mean it, you know he doesn’t want to leave you – but nanami is a hero and he has a duty to the people of this world to exorcise curses to bring a safer environment for everyone. truly, you admire him for this, sometimes a little too much that you might even fall in love with the rigid and stoic man who doesn’t smile.

still, you can’t help but to miss him.

ever since you became his baby girl, life has been easy. even though nanami wasn’t around all the time, he made it up by leaving his credit card to you, assuring you that you were free to get what you wanted. out of boredom, you’d go to the upstate and use his car to drive around the hills, arms heavy with shopping bags.

you’re not selfish, of course, you always make sure to bring him a little gift too. whether it came in the form of buying a new necktie for him – which he always wore to work proudly – or donning your body in lacy, white lingerie that has nanami losing control and worshipping your body until you’re screaming his name with a dried throat, you never forget to leave a little something for him.

sometimes you wish you could tell him you don’t really want the money. you’re thankful he’s more than generous to help you pay for college fees in return of you being his sweet baby girl, but you don’t need the Gucci or prada if he’s not going to be around.

you wanted nanami more than anything else, missed him more than anyone else.

your room feels so empty without him. his scent still lingers in your sheets because he’d rather sleep with you than stay in his own room, only using said room for showering and getting ready for work.

a lightbulb shines above your head. throwing your iphone to the side, you run to his room and open the cabinets one by one. nanami was as organized with his surroundings as he was with himself. his closet is an impressive collection of dark blue button-ups, nude slacks, and his iconic nude suit jacket. they’re all of the same brand and size, and you laugh because only nanami would buy the same thing over and over again.

at the end though, your gaze lands on a rare collection of white button ups, neckties neatly rolled and tucked at the glossy marbled drawers in front of the closet. already, you feel your heartbeat picking up as your hands touched the soft cotton material, nose slowly rubbing and burying into his shirt.

it even smells like him.

your movements are swift. previous shirt discarded on the floor, your arms loop inside the sleeves, tying up just until the undersides of your breasts before you pick out your favourite tie for him, a satin black one that always made him look delectable for dinner parties.

nanami rarely wore those, but when he did, he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourself. the last time he brought you with him for a birthday ball of his friend, nanami wore this exact black tie paired with the traditional fitted, three piece suit. you remember how needy you were for him that night, little fists clenched at his dress shirt and nanami lowly scolding you to behave.

but you were so desperate to touch him – how could you not when he was so damn irresistible – that he felt bad for his baby girl. long story short, you and nanami left early for the party, with your pussy bouncing up and down his thick pole while nanami glared at the limousine driver to keep his eyes on the road, large, calloused hands possessively gripping the flesh of your ass.

you missed him so much you might go crazy.

grabbing the nearest bottle of his perfume, you spritz it into the air, leaning forwards so that you’d get his scent all over you. it somehow felt as if you were coating yourself in his name, claiming and branding yourself as his even without him in the vicinity.

that’s how much you wanted him, and you don’t stop rubbing his perfume along the pads of your wrist until you can’t smell yourself anymore. your legs are accentuated by the black suede pumps you strutted around the penthouse with, lips tainted red from the wine he kept in his precious little cellar – which was also a spot in the house you both fucked at during that time nanami wanted to taste you on his lips.

he pushed you next to the glass borders then, spreading your legs open until you’re absolutely bare of him. the memory of nanami burying his warm tongue in you has you rubbing your thighs together, your black lace panties already damp with arousal.

you won’t touch yourself, though. that’s one of the rules nanami placed the moment he agreed to be your sugar daddy: you couldn’t, under any circumstance, touch yourself without his permission.

sighing, you trudged back to his bedroom again and sat your ass on his silver desk, legs swinging below you as you stared out into the night city.

nanami likes his room dark, that even though he’s got a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, he almost never opens it. only the bright light from the opened closet is what illuminates your silhouette as you watch the skyscrapers twinkle from afar, the people bustling on the streets looking like ants from this height. it was perfect – the night looked so beautiful and the ambience so romantic with soft, classical music playing from the AI speakers – but nanami isn’t here.

he wouldn’t come home early either. you could already tell how stressed he’d be because gojo satoru always makes him work overtime.

for now, you just had to enjoy your own presence, replacing nanami’s heat and love with his perfume and clothes. his shirt is absolutely baggy on you, the ends of it falling on top of your thighs. your breasts nearly swells out from the tight cups of your bra and the fat of your thighs clumped underneath the straps of your stockings.

you’ve sighed for what seems like the hundredth time that day. it sounds selfish, but you wished that nanami would come home early and pay attention to you. surely, gojo satoru would be more than fine handling the curses himself for just today.

unable to help it, your head fell back on the transparent glass windows of his room, fingers snaking under his shirt. instinctively, your legs opened, a breathy sigh falling from your glossy red lips as you slipped a finger in. it’s not as big or as thick as nanami’s, and your hands are way too soft compared to the scraping sensation his calloused fingers gave whenever he fingered your pretty little pussy.

it’s nothing compared to what nanami can make you feel, but it should be enough, for now.

your head falls back as your heel lands on his desk, nearly grazing the precious smooth top of his table. you have a feeling nanami is going to punish you once he sees the slight scrapes of your stiletto against it, but who cares? at this point, you’re willing to pull off the stupidest things just to get his attention, just to get him to fuck you.

“nanami,” you moan around the second finger, your other hand spreading your legs open. you’re so horny that you don’t bother taking your panties off anymore, the material flushed with the slick of your own arousal that it’s heavily damp. “daddy, i miss you,” eyes shut tight, you fondle with the sensitive nub of your clit, pumping yourself slowly as you imagine that it’s nanami making you feel good this time.

you know you’re being a bad girl, that you’re being an absolute brat. not only did you break the rule that you’re not allowed to touch yourself exactly after you convinced yourself you wouldn’t, but you’re leaking right at his desk, heels grazing into the smooth material.

if nanami were to see, he wouldn’t forgive you.

he would break you.

if it was a punishment, then why do you enjoy the idea of it? why are you so enticed, so excited, so eager to have your daddy use you like a fucktoy? your lashes flutter against your cheeks, hips bucking into your cupped palm as your belly begins to tighten. “b-break me, daddy, please, nanami-”

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you freeze.

tentatively, you crack an eye open, swallowing audibly when nanami stands at the edge of his door, his glasses already removed. now that his beautiful blue eyes aren’t obscured by anything, you’re met with the intense heat of his gaze, nearly burning like wild fire. you glance down at your fingers buried in your pussy and gulp, pulling them out with a loud shlick. you were so wet at just the thought of him, so stupid to even want to be punished, but now your spine freezes when nanami struts to your way.

his hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “i asked you a question,” his low, baritone voice has you clenching around nothing, throat tight out of nervousness. “i said, what do you think you’re doing?”

“i-i’m sorry, daddy,” you duck your head down, lips red and trembling. “i just missed you so much and i got so horny-”

“so you thought it was okay to touch yourself? even after i’ve made it clear i don’t want you doing that?”

“i’m so sorry-”

nanami doesn’t give you a chance to speak before his lips crash into yours, his tongue effortlessly slipping inside to swipe over your teeth. you gasp in his mouth when his large hands cup your ass and haul your weight off the desk, legs wrapped around his waist. nanami slaps it, making the flesh bounce and gripping it tightly with a firm squeeze. you’re pretty sure you’d turn completely red and marked by the end of this, but you don’t care, fuck, you don’t fucking care – nanami’s here and that’s all you care about.

you kiss him back just as eagerly, arms around his neck as he carries you like you weigh nothing. nanami groans when your teeth nibble on his lips, eager and needy hands unbuttoning his shirt. his hard pecs and abs greet you like a present you couldn’t wait to unwrap, and you’re both breathing hard by the time you pull away.

“are those my clothes?” he snaps the strap of your bra under his shirt, eyes narrowed over the way you look terrifyingly small in his shirt. you nod, breasts rising up and down, tempting him to reach over and squeeze it. your back arches at his touch, his ministrations missed and needed. no, you craved it. he’s been gone too long you’re not sure you could take it anymore, and you hiss when nanami buries his sharp nose in the juncture of your neck, the front of his pants damp and coated with your exposed wet cunt. “and you’re wearing my perfume too.”

“y-yes.”

“tell me, baby,” nanami sets you down on your feet. your legs are a little wobbly from the heels and with desire burning in your stomach. he steadies you by placing a hand under your armpit, and you lean forward to kiss him one more time. nanami tsks and shoves you backwards, cheek sliding across the glass. “why did you go to my room without my permission? why did you touch yourself when i told you not to? do you want to be punished?”

your cheek stings from the impact of your skin hitting the glass, but your mind is too clouded with lust you can’t really focus on his words. wiggling your ass to press against his erection, you beg for him, hands looking for the comfort of his skin.

nanami slaps your ass and hand away to shut you up, and you fall forwards with a muffled cry. “answer me when i ask you a question, baby girl. i’m not always going to be this nice.”

“daddy, i-i just missed you so much, i couldn’t help it.”

“you missed me?” you hear his belt unbuckling behind you, your ass perking up in excitement. fuck, you just wanted him to pound into you already. but nanami’s always too patient, always controlled in everything he does, that you’re laying there shaking with your pussy dripping for him. finally, fucking finally, you feel his cock enter you inch by delicious inch, and you moan at the same time nanami groans at burying himself deep within you. “my stupid silly baby can never keep her hands to herself, huh?”

“no, daddy, i want you too much, i just miss you so bad.”

“you do?” he teases, rolling his hips languidly. his pace is so slow and teasing that you’re whining for him to go faster, but nanami only shakes his head. before you could fathom the way nanami’s eyes darken, he leans forward, hitting deeper than he did before. your moans are so breathy that you start fogging up the glass, and nanami rubs your swollen clit before using his hands to squish your cheeks. he forces you to follow his gaze, voice low and almost growling. “if you miss daddy so much, then show it to them. show them how good i’m making you feel. come on, baby girl, i know you can do it. you’ll do it for me won’t you?”

realization dawns you the moment nanami pushes your body further in the glass, your breasts squished and flattened against the cool surface. “d-daddy,” you gasp, tightening around him once you see that the overtime workers from the office parallel to his penthouse are now witnessing the way nanami rams his cock into you like a wild animal. “they’re, ah, watching.”

“i know, baby, i know,” nanami loosens his necktie around your neck, snatching it and tying it around your wrists instead. “let these people know you’re mine – that you’re my baby girl and no one else’s okay?”

hands bound behind your back and nanami’s thick cock thrusting roughly into you, you’re unable to move or even think straight. you just nod mindlessly as nanami keeps fucking into you, hands gently pressing down your throat. his dick keeps rubbing against your most sensitive spots and you’re shaking underneath him, your arousal heightened when you saw several of the office workers have already pulled out their cocks and stroked it at the sight of you dripping onto nanami’s black marble floors.

nanami doesn’t stop praising on how much you’re a good girl for him. now that his cock is buried within you, he’s already forgotten that you’ve broken his precious rule.

you don’t complain, though. how could you when he has you screaming his name, your makeup and sweat leaving a figure the shape of body plastered on his glass walls? you’re sure his housekeeper is going to be so angry at the both of you for leaving cum stains everywhere, but you and nanami have forgotten all about it.

it seems he misses you just as much because nanami doesn’t stop fucking you until you’re full of his cum, breasts swollen and aching from being pressed into the wall for so long.

an hour passed – maybe two – you’ve lost count from the amount of times nanami has made you cum. your legs are giving out beneath you and your latest lingerie set is broken, comforted only by the promise that he’s going to get you good one. you’re absolutely lost in the pleasure of nanami driving his cock impossible deep into you all the way until morning, body spent and shaking from all the orgasms.

fucked out and whining, nanami litters kisses all over your body to soothe you a little bit, but he doesn’t stop. and the truth is, you don’t want him to, either. legs wrapped around his waist and heels digging into his ass, nanami finally tangles his hands into yours as he pistons his cock in and out of your squelching pussy.

he’s giving you his all, and you can’t keep your hands to yourself no matter how hard you’re trying to, not when nanami is prowling into you as you’re spread underneath him before he goes gentle, almost as if making love to you.

well, you could, but why would you want to?