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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : nanami x fem reader (celebrity au!)

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : being married to a celebrity comes with more than what you expected.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : angst with a happy ending, smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, oral sex, choking, praise, pet names (good girl and pretty), love, teasing, fingering, edging, overstimulation, mentions on stress and anxiety, arguing, stalking? (from paparazzi), hate sex, breakup sex, established relationship

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 3.1k

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from 10 james orr street by strawberry switchblade.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it, if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

A note dropped through the door, tells us to go, but I know that you will tell them to go somewhere else.

You walk in front of Nanami now, your security guards trying to escort you two into your Hollywood Hills home. Camera flashes blind you as you attempt to walk to the front door, but one particular asshole decides to get in front of you both to take a photo. That was the last straw for Nanami.

“Give me that damn camera. You think it’s okay to take pictures of people on their property? I’ll get you arrested, motherfucker!”

Nanami took the camera and threw it on your stone driveway, destroying it. He realized at that moment that his actions would result in even more drama for the news to exploit. He could see it now, "Kento Nanami gone crazy, commits vandalism". You guys finally reach the door, the security guards open it for you as you rush in, Nanami slamming the door shut behind the two of you.

Because you know that I want to stay in this house forever, I don't want to ever leave.

It all started when you and Nanami decided to go public with your engagement. His fans were shocked, considering you guys kept your dating lowkey, but once you agreed to marry him, Nanami thought it would be appropriate to let the world know you were about to be Mrs. Nanami. Then, there was the wedding, which thankfully you had in Greece, meaning less paparazzi, but more of them waiting for the newlywed's arrival back home. All you could do was prepare for the change that came with being Nanami’s wife.

For a while, you were hiding out in Nanami’s second home in Bel Air, but why were you hiding? Because you wanted to go on a simple trip to the beach with Mei Mei last month. You went onto social media that night and endlessly scrolled through posts of people commenting on your bikini-clad body. She’s gained weight. She’s getting thinner. It’s like they couldn’t make up their fucking minds. Then there was the next week when you and Nanami walked the red carpet for his new movie premiere. You were absolutely stunning, at least that’s what your husband and friends told you, but you felt anything but. Being overstimulated by the camera flashes, you let go of Nanami’s arm before you could get overwhelmed, in which he didn’t force you because he was aware of your intentions. Oh, but you were so stupid for that. Constant break-up rumors hit the internet, and that was a hot topic. So much so, Wendy fucking Williams featured you on her show. Humiliated, Nanami decided you should stay home for a while to let things cool off, and of course, you couldn’t listen.

How could I ever live in another? This is where I want to be.

You walk towards the kitchen, grabbing a drink of water to decompress as Rob and the other escorts work on closing every curtain in the house. Nanami, obviously furious, walks to the living room, grabbing the TV remote. He turns it onto TMZ, where they’re talking about you out for lunch at Cecconi’s in West Hollywood earlier today.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I give you one fucking rule, don’t leave the damn house without me!”

“Kento, I-”

“Then, not only do you leave without me, you leave without an escort. Anything could’ve happened to you!”

The next clip shows you throwing your middle finger up to an undercover paparazzi taking pictures of you while you were eating, causing Nanami to begin pacing about the living room.

“And that, what the fuck is that? You’re practically begging to get bombarded with negative articles.”

You fix your face into a fit and walk up to Nanami in the living room, slamming your things down on the table, you two yelling at this point.

“Negative articles, that’s what you’re worried about? Excuse me, MR. BIG TIME MOVIE STAR, I didn’t mean to go outside to take a breather and spend time with myself. ALONE. ”

“That’s not what I’m saying and you know it. I could care less about what they say about me, I’m trying to protect you! Every fucking thing I’ve done has been to protect you!”

“I’m tired of this shit, what did you want me to do? Smile for the fucking picture while I chow down on my fucking ravioli?”

Nanami sighs and wipes his hand down his face, walking up to you and grabbing your hands in his.

“You know what? I’m tired of this shit too. Trust me when I say I love you, but I can’t have you going through this constantly. We should get a divorce.”

At that moment, you felt your entire world crashing. Your house began falling apart brick by brick, the curtains were burning, and the floor was crumbling. You throw his hands out of yours, pacing back and forth with your hands in your hair. Long story short, you were losing your shit.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. It’s the only way-”

You know that there won't be a high wall I can’t climb and find the things that I find.

“Kento, you’re not serious. You’re not fucking serious right now. Is it because I didn’t listen to you? I’m sorry, okay? I should’ve stayed put and waited for you or Rob to take me out.”

“It’s not that simple. You’ve been harassed for weeks on end, just for fucking breathing at this point. I can’t keep seeing you hurt.”

“I can go back to Bel Air and hide out there again. I’ll stay there as long as you need me to!”

“So they can follow you there? And then what, hm? We have to move you all over again? No, we get a divorce and then my fans and the media will leave you alone.”

“But, baby, I, just please…”

“I’M NOT ARGUING WITH YOU ANYMORE. Start packing your things and Rob and the others will help you move them out. I’ll get you an apartment in Soho, but you’ll have to wear a disguise for a while. I won’t be seeing you anymore, it’s for your own good. ”

 I'll have to leave them where they are, I don't want to go far.

And with that, you begin to cry. Grabbing your purse off the table, you wipe away your tears and run towards the grand staircase, throwing your MACH & MACH heels over the balcony. Nanami hears the sound of your heels hitting the floor, rushing to the lower landing to ensure your well-being, only to be met with your clothes being thrown over the balcony at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Throwing all of the shit you bought for me out! Keep all of this shit, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Oh, don’t be such a goddamn cunt about this. You know I fucking love you.”

You stand at the top of the balcony, looking him in his eyes as you throw your rolex over the edge, diamonds scattering all over the floor below.

“Fuck you.”

A tear-stained pillow doesn't seem to help me, I can't make you change your mind.

You begin to grab your cosmetics out of the master bathroom, frustratedly dropping toothpaste and lotion bottles amidst your tirade. You run back into your separate closet, scouring the shelves for a bag big enough to hold your clothes, but alas, you realize your efforts were in vain when all you find are your Birkins. Pacing about the room, looking for the clothes you had before you met Nanami. Then you remember, you have your Goyard duffle in his closet, which as much as you hated it, you were gonna have to use. Walking across the hall, you see Nanami coming up midway on the staircase. You chuckle a bit, running to the closet to grab the duffle before he can stop you. Unfortunately for you, when you turn around to exit the room, Nanami stands in the doorway.

I look through my window and I see all I want to, how can I leave it all behind me now?

“What the fuck are you doing?”

You push by him, pissing him off even further. You’re walking back to your closet now, Nanami closely behind.

“What do you mean, Kento? I’m packing my things.”

“No, you’re going on a rampage!”

As you walk into the master bedroom again, you get a glimpse of the backyard through the window, memories of you and Nanami dancing on the patio together and friends coming over for discrete cookouts. And now here you are, leaving it all because he was picking his fans over his wife.

I've done all I can do, I want to stay here.

“A rampage? Bitch, I can show you a rampage.”

With that, you walk back into your closet, throwing clothes off hangers as he stands in the doorway, scorching with anger. Every piece of clothing you throw, Nanami picks up and places in a pile on the bed, presumably to organize later. In revolt, you walk out into the bedroom, throwing them back on the floor again.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“The fuck am I doing? You mean, the fuck are YOU doing?”

This could be my home forever, but you say I can't come back ever.

You walk up to Nanami, glaring up at him, considering he was much taller than you (not to mention his bigger frame).

“You tell me you want a divorce, how do you expect me to react? Be a good little wife and kiss your ass, ‘Oh, Kento, I understand.’ Then you must be fucking DELUSIONAL!”

Picking up the clothes from the bed, you begin throwing them at him.

“You ungrateful motherfucker… I BUILT THIS HOUSE, ME! I picked the goddamn floorplan and the furniture and everything? Who do you think manages things around here when…you’re off shooting another movie…or screenwriting another TV show? Me, you asshole! You get to come home and relax after working, and what do I get?... Harassed by your…fucking…fans…because you’re too scared…to tell them to FUCK OFF!”

You don't know just how much I wish I could stay in this house forever… 

In a swift motion, Nanami comes over to where you’re standing on the other side of the room, grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you roughly. At first, you try to push him off, but eventually, you give in. You know you can’t resist him, not when he’s kissing you like he’s gonna eat you alive. He quickly brings his hands up to lift your legs off the floor, wrapping them around his waist as he drops you on the bed, much too frustrated to be gentle with you. And that’s where the love bites come in, licking and sucking at your neck like some kind of animal and it just feels so good. Especially when he brings his hand up to your tits, pulling your shirt down to release your breasts, expeditiously putting one in his mouth, rubbing your nipple between his tongue and teeth. You push him back, leaving him in an upright position where he has the perfect view of you. Frantically, you begin making work of his button-up, and when you get caught on the top button, he rips his damn shirt off. But who cares right? What’s another $300 shirt? He makes it quick when he pulls your shirt off of you, then your shorts, and finally, flips you onto your stomach so he can unstrap your bra. His lips are back on you now, licking and sucking his way down your back, breathing down your spine as you let out soft moans into the pillow. He stops at your panties, bringing the fabric of your thong between his teeth as he brings his fingers up to hook under the strap. He rips them off, which was the least of your concerns, especially when your husband is lifting your lower body up so that you’re on your knees.

…I don't want to ever leave.

Nanami pulls you closer to him, hooking his arms under your legs to bring you close to his face. And then, well, he goes to town. His tongue starts to pump in and out of your pussy, hearing the mewls and squeals you’re trying to hide in the pillow. He pulls his tongue away, watching you squirm and whimper for it to come back.

“Stop moaning in to the pillow, I wanna hear you, baby.”

“Oh, I thought I wasn’t your ‘baby’ anymore?”

He’s angry, bringing his face down to eat you again, and he’s fucking amazing at it, making you feel like a virgin with how fast your orgasm was coming. He’s got your clit now, sucking at the bud like there’s no tomorrow. And you’re a mess, moaning his name into the air and gripping your fingers into the bedding. Nanami bring his hands up over your legs to massage your ass, gripping and slapping the skin and he swears he’s fallen in love with you all over again. 

You’re nearly at the end now, that fire burning inside you and Nanami’s tongue being the damn gasoline. Sure, you were still mad at him, but currently, all you could think about was the way he was fucking his tongue into you, lapping your juices up happily, dedicated to making you cum on his face. And that’s exactly what you did. As your body began to jerk, he brought your pussy closer to his face, so close that it was suffocating him, but who cares if he couldn’t breathe? His pretty little wife was cumming so lovely on his lips, to which he drank up, fully indulging your essence. As you were coming down, your body turned to mush and you sank into the bed, but that didn’t stop Nanami from continuing.

“Ken, I can’t…”

“I know you can, pretty girl. Give me one more.”

How could I ever live in another?

Overstimulated and spent, you come down from your second orgasm, but you knew Nanami wasn’t done with you. He quickly pulled you to the end of the bed, pumping his fingers inside you to prepare you for his dick, which he was pulling out of his pants. Your mind was still fuzzy, because you hadn’t even heard his belt fall to the floor, or his pants, or his boxers, or his watch, or his chain. Well, you woke up pretty damn fast when you felt him slowly sink into you. You swear you died in that moment, drowning in lust as Nanami parted your pussy like the red sea. But now, he was teasing you, moving his hips at a terribly slow pace, and to be frank, it was pissing you off.

“Kento…”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Please, just fuck me already!”

“If you insist, dear.”

You’re beginning to wish you hadn’t said that. Nanami started fucking you at a dangerous pace, bouncing you back onto his dick just to slam his hips back into you again. His hands were on your hips now, fucking you deeper and harder, making you moan gibberish into the air. He brings a hand up to slap your ass, reveling in the sound of it smacking against his stomach. He laughs a bit as you moan with every slap.

“Look at you, such a brat earlier, and now you’re falling apart on my dick.”

“Fuck you.”

“Trust me I am.”

Immediately, Nanami halts, pulling up your upper half, his hand gripping your shoulder as he begins fucking the shit out of you. If you thought you were going mad before, it was definitely happening now. All you can say is his name as he drills his dick into you, hand around your throat as he makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can tell he’s close from the way he’s panting and moving at a more rhythmic pace. He lets your shoulder go slowly, bringing your body back down to meet the sheets. One hand on your side and the other gripping the bed, he lowers down to your face, sucking on your neck as he fucks into you deep and slow. His face is nuzzling in your neck and hair, taking in your scent as he hears you moan and groan at the pace of his hips. You’re so close and Nanami knows too, that’s why he’s fucking that spot in you that has you throwing your head back and losing yourself on his dick.

“C’mon baby, give it to me. I wanna feel you cum for me.”

That was it for you, body spasming from your third orgasm. You ride it out as you feel Nanami fill you up, groaning and whimpering your name into your ear, sucking the skin there and panting.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl. My pretty little wife.”

This is where I want to be.

Nanami falls to your side, groaning sadly as he pulls his dick out of you. Both of you stare at the ceiling now, panting like you ran a marathon. He looks over at you and then gets up to go to the bathroom, you hear him organizing something as you remember you pretty much moved like a tornado in the bathroom trying to pack your things. Shortly, he come out with a washcloth in hand, cleaning you up while you squirm from overstimulation. He cleans himself and throws it into the hamper in the bathroom, walking back to you on the bed and lays down. He pulls his arm around you and you can’t bring yourself to take it off of you. 

“I’m gonna get you more security and tint the windows on the Ghost, the Aventador too. We should probably get you therapy too for all the stress and anxiety this has given you. I’ll have Alexandra fix your things back in the closet and I’ll take you to replace the damaged items. I’m gonna talk to my manager and see if he can organize paying some of the snappers to fuck off, I’ll be going on to my socials to tell my fans to relax. Can’t keep fucking with my girl.”

As he kisses your forehead, you feel yourself exhausted, lying on Nanami’s chest as you fall asleep. He nuzzles his face in your hair, holding your hand and rubbing his finger against the 4-carat diamond ring that adorned it. There’s no way he could leave his pretty little wife.

You know that I don't want to go.

♱ the song used in this story is 10 james orr street by strawberry switchblade. 🖤

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𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : toji x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you’ve been cheating on toji with his best friend while he’s away on business.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : smut, angst, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, love, cheating, manipulation, teasing, fingering, edging.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 3.5K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from pretty by the weeknd.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it, if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

You will never feel this pretty, and you will never feel this beautiful, when I make it there.

You’ve been looking back and forth between your phone screen and the terminal for the past ten minutes, awaiting his arrival. Anticipation overtakes you, happy to see him after all these months. Another project, he says, but all you hear is another period of loneliness. Fortunately, Gojo told him he’d take good care of you. Well, he surely did. Much, much more than he was supposed to. How long has it been now? 2 months? All you know is that this little fling didn’t start immediately after Toji left for France, despite Gojo giving obvious signs of romantic and sexual attraction. You fought the urges as long as you could, until one night when you missed Toji a little too much, at least that part of him that could satisfy your sexual greed. And who was there? Who didn’t leave you for months at a time, with nothing to hold but the pillow that held his scent? Unfortunately for Toji, that scent was fading, and that lust was growing. You remember that first night, it had been raining particularly hard, due to a hurricane passing through.

“I don’t think you should drive in this weather, it’s raining cats and dogs out there.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I guess I’ll take your couch for the evening then.”

Expectations can kill a simple man, a simple woman.

It wouldn’t hurt right? It’s not like you two were sleeping in the same bed together. Until you couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night, and Gojo was just so conveniently awake. Skin on skin, sweat on sheets, you two couldn’t get enough of each other. Endless nights of defiling the bed you and Toji once shared. You really felt bad when you’d get a text from Toji first thing in the morning, telling you he misses you, he hates the time difference, and how bad he’s trying to finish up work to get back home to you. You’d go to the balcony and call him, Gojo still sound asleep in your bed. Toji would tell you all about the sights he’s been able to see and the foods he’s been able to indulge in, and it hurts particularly bad when he’d send you pictures. Like the one he took in front of the Eiffel Tower, or the one in front of the Louvre, or the ones he sends you when he stays up till 4 AM to have phone sex with you. And he lives for those calls, waiting patiently and forcing himself to stay awake, while you were, well, what were you doing? Arguing with Gojo, of course. You knew you should’ve ended things the second he told you he wanted you to break up with Toji.

I try to master the art of that far away love.

“How can you say you love him if I'm railing you every other night, huh? That doesn’t sound like love at all, but you don’t give a fuck, do you? As long as you get your rocks off, you don’t care who you hurt.”

“Oh, you’ve got some nerve, fucking your best friend’s girlfriend. Don’t think you’re a goddamn saint, Satoru. You act like I told you to catch feelings for me. I mean, what did you think was gonna happen? I’d leave Toji, and me and you would run off and get married and have a little house on the hill with a white picket fence and a nuclear family? Give me a fucking break. I told you from the beginning this was just sex.”

But that argument was days ago, and you hadn’t talked to him since. The distance between the two of you really opened your eyes to what you had done, and things became so real when you got that call from Toji telling you he was finally coming home.

I've been living on the road and you've been living all alone, at home.

"Hey babe, know you’re probably workin, but I got good news. The project’s wrappin up and I get to come home. Be in tomorrow night, Gate C, 11 PM."

Attached was a photo of his boarding pass, which caused your emotions to crumble you down and swallow you whole. Running around for the past few months with another man, and now here Toji was, plane landed, and you were waiting for him at the gate. Like a good girl.

As long as you know that when I land you’re mine.

You peer out the car window and finally see him walking out, you could’ve sworn it was a mirage. He wore that sweater he knows you love so much, muscles stretching the fabric, with a pair of black jeans to match. The moment he laid his eyes on you, he began to rush towards you. You give him a wide smile, opening your arms as he brings you into a full embrace, nuzzling your face in his chest and neck. You took in his scent, tobacco and a musky cologne, the scent was intoxicating. He loosens his grip on you so he could get a good look at your face and of course, you’re crying. What type of girlfriend would you be if seeing him after all these months didn’t bring you to tears? Gently, he wipes them away, kissing you softly with a hand on the back of your neck, pulling away to meet his lustful eyes. With a quick sweep, he picks up his bags, walking to your driver’s door to open it for you, then to the trunk to put them in. As you get into the car, you notice you’ve gotten a text from Gojo, which you don’t even bother to read, just switching your phone to silent and swiping away the notification. Toji opens the passenger door, startling you out of your mission to pretend Gojo doesn’t exist. You give him a weak smile and turn the car on, putting your phone in the cup holder. He comes over the seat to give you a kiss, buckling his seatbelt and putting his hand on your thigh. All of a sudden, you’re touch deprived and that damn hand is the stimulus you needed, the itch Gojo you can't scratch. You drive the car and attempt to act as normal as possible, head flowing into overload with all these emotions. Lust, regret, love, guilt, the list goes on as Toji gives you a concerned look.

“What’s up baby? Look like you’re thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’.”

Then, it all hits you. Toji didn’t deserve this. Here he is, being the good boyfriend he always was, while you drown your sorrows in another man. To say the most while saying the least, you were a goddamn whore. You knew it, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from pretending that things never happened.

“Yeah, baby. I’m alright, just happy to see you is all.”

“Yeah? You missed me-”

'Cause I see fear in your eyes. You've been living out your life.

The two of you are interrupted by your cell phone screen illuminating the cup holder. Toji reaches down to grab it and your fucking life flashes before your eyes. Was this it? The moment you’d been putting off? The inevitable? You give a small sigh as Toji reads the notification, and you feel your heart sink when his smile fades a bit.

“Gojo wants to know if you’re still mad at him? You guys get into an argument about something?”

“Um, yeah. Nothing too crazy, just over who was gonna pick you up from the airport.”

“Why would you guys be going back and forth about that?”

“Well, he didn’t think I should be out this late, but I insisted because I wanted to see you as soon as possible.”

“Oh okay. Looks like you got your way huh?”

Girl, I hope he made you satisfied.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Then, you give him one of those saccharine smiles, acting like nothing was wrong. The car ride went normally after that, the radio playing softly in the background as Toji went on about the project he was working on. But you, you were spaced the fuck out. Mind blank as you revel in the comedown of the fear you’ve been accumulating for so long. You were snapped out of your haze when you felt Toji’s hand begin to move upwards, his lustful eyes on you like a wolf that needs to satisfy its hunger. Your breath hiccups as his hand travels beneath your jeans, starting to rub your mound through your panties. He does it painfully slow, obviously teasing you, noticing the way your eyes start to flutter and your skin is getting warmer. And you think you’re gonna go crazy, as he picks up the pace just to take his hand away. Toji then gives you one of those little chuckles he does when he knows he’s got you all worked up, smirking and getting comfortable in his seat, trying to pretend that you don’t see that tent in his pants getting higher. Finally, thank god, you think to yourself as you arrive at your apartment. Toji gets out of the car and walks to your door, giving you his hand to climb out of the seat. He gives you a little kiss on your forehead, then proceeds to get his bags out the trunk. You begin to mentally prepare yourself for what’s about to come. You’re practically edging yourself with thoughts of finally getting touched by your boyfriend again. You unlock the door to your apartment and you both walk in, locking the door behind you. In one fell swoop, Toji dropped the bags and pinned you to the back of the door, lips taking your mouth like a starving man. You moan into the kiss when he pulls your legs up to wrap around his waist, hands supporting your lower back as he carries you to your bedroom.

Somebody told me it was pointless for me to come back into your arms.

With a swift motion, Toji lays you back onto the bed, towering over you as he begins to take his top off and unbuckles his belt, throwing it to the floor. His hands, calloused and warm, begin to undress you starting with your shirt, taking the time to kiss your chest as he pulls it over your head. And as your arms fall back down, he’s already on you, feverishly sucking and biting the skin of your breasts, snaking a hand behind your back to free them from their captivity. As your breasts fall out the bra, he takes a nipple into his mouth, massaging the other in a way that has you mewling soft moans into the air. 

But only so much can keep a woman warm.

Toji finds his way down your body, kissing and licking the skin of your torso as his fingers hook under your pants. He pulls them down fast, then comes down to your panties, which are having a hard time covering how obviously wet he’s made you. But he’s not gonna give you what you want quite yet, instead leaving hickies up and down your thighs as he sees you bucking your hips into the air, practically begging to be touched. He gives a sly smirk as he brings his lips to hover over the fabric of your thong, taking in your scent that he’s missed for so long. A thumb comes up to rub your clit through the fabric, making you squirm and plead for him. Once he’s satisfied with how frustrated he’s made you, he pulls your panties off, coming once more to your clit, giving it a soft lick. His eyes are on you now, and he thinks you look so fucking pretty for him. All hot and bothered, wrapping your fingers in his hair and attempting to push his face down.

And he can't make you feel this pretty. No he won't make you feel this beautiful.

Toji brings his lips to yours, beginning to eat you. His tongue works its way in and out of your pussy, nose rubbing against your clit. His arms come up to wrap around your thighs, keeping you in place as he devours you like a mad man. And you swear head has never felt this good, the way he’s eating you, no, consuming you, Gojo’s tongue could never compare. And you make him so happy when you pull at his hair, riding his face as he brings his fingers up to explore your pussy. His fingers pump in and out of you at a rate that drives you crazy, making that feeling build up inside you. Toji knows your body all too well, time hasn’t gotten in the way of his knowledge at all, cause he sees that pretty face you’re making when you’re trying to contain yourself, and the way your mouth opens into an O as his fingers find that special spot inside of you. You’re begging, praying, he lets you cum and doesn’t decide to edge you. Your eyes meet him as you whisper to him that you’re about to cum, that fire inside you about to go ablaze. There he goes, smirking again, sucking harder and faster, picking up the pace as you melt against him.

“So then, cum for me baby.”

And with that, your body betrays you, that feeling you tried so hard to contain snaps and you’re seeing fucking stars, gushing cum on his fingers, saturating his lips with the juices he’s craved for so long. The wave crashes, the cup spills, and you’re putty in his hands, moaning his name out into the room so beautifully that he swears he might die. He brings himself up to get a good look at you, wiping his face of your essence. You look so god damn sexy, the light of his life, the fire in his loins. You were just so goddamn perfect. Toji’s good girl.

We've been living in a cold, cold world, a cold world.

You’re watching him with anticipation, it feels like he’s taking years to undo that damn zipper. And just as you're seconds away from ripping his pants off, he’s stripped them off and thrown them to the floor, his boxers shortly behind. You’re practically in awe of him, physique on full display, everything from his chest to his, well, your one way ticket to a second orgasm. He’s back on you now, kissing your neck and leaving love bites as he positions himself. You’re driving him crazy, the scent of you, the look of you, the feel of you, as he slips inside you slowly. He feels your hands come up to his back, nails digging into the skin there as you brace yourself for his shaft, reveling in the feeling of being stretched open again. To be fair, it’s not like Gojo didn’t have good dick. It just wasn’t Toji’s, wasn’t even in the same fuckin ballpark. 

But at least I have you to rely, even if for a short time.

Toji pushes inside you fully now, groaning in your ear as he begins to fuck you slowly. The slow strokes are sending you into oblivion, eyes rolling in the back of your head. Once he’s satisfied that he’s prepared you enough, he picks up the pace, breathing on your neck and whimpering as you take him oh so well. And he feels like your pussy was made for him when he pulls out to slam his hips back into you again, and you're screaming out his name like your life depends on it. You can’t bear to look at him when he gives you that look, like he’s gonna take you, take everything you have and you’ll give it to him, because you're his and you know it. No man will ever make you feel the way Toji does, not when he’s rutting his hips into you at a threatening rate, pulling whimpers out of you left and right. Then, there’s that goddamn look on his face again, because he knows he’s fucking you so hard and so good that you’ll be his and his only. Fuck anyone else, he was fucking you here and now, and there’s that feeling again, body craving to cum all over him. He knows you’re close, and like clockwork his thumb comes down to your clit, rubbing it to take you higher and higher. You’re losing your goddamn mind. So many months of wanting, needing, yearning, for Toji’s touch and here it was, lulling you into a haze, mind all fuzzy from your inherent need to cum. With a couple of deep thrusts, he’s got you right where he wants you. You throw your head back into the pillow, arching your back and scratching the skin on his shoulder, trying to find something to grip on as your body cums for him. You’re spent, giving him everything you have to give, singing his name like a lullaby that’s pushing him right where he needs. He’s moaning and groaning like crazy, hand gripping the headboard as he loses himself in your pussy. It’s like a firecracker for him, cumming in the pussy he’s missed for so long, hearing your squeals as he cums inside you. His body falls over yours, careful not to hurt you, then falling to your side, gasping for air. The two of you are a sticky, sweaty mess, cum surely all over the sheets. In that moment, you forget. You forget your regret, your sorrow. You forget the cheating. You forget your mistake. You forget Satoru Gojo.

There are certain things that I've come to understand.

Toji pulls you into his embrace, nuzzling your face against his chest and wrapping your arm around him. As he pulls the covers over the two of you, all you can think about is ending things with Gojo. You knew what you wanted and it was Toji. Who else would hold you like him? Satisfy your cravings? Surely not his best friend. And as you feel his hand begin to rub your back, you feel yourself drifting away, into a plane of existence where there’s only you and Toji, and nothing could ever compare to the feeling of his love washing over you.

“I know you fucked Satoru.”

The words you never wanted to hear. A wave of guilt washes over you, pulling you under the water where you're damned to accept the consequences of your actions. You freeze, unsure of what to do or say next. Surely you won’t bring your eyes up to look at him. How could you? You knew you couldn’t bare to see the hurt expression on his face when you actively admit to fucking the person he entrusted to take care of you in his absence.

“He sent you that text earlier, nearly lost my shit when I read it.”

“Toji, I-”

“Wanna know what he said? He said ‘I know you’re probably still upset with me, but I’d be lying if I said I didn't miss you, especially that pussy.’ I can’t make this shit up.”

Said you fucked another man, finally I knew this day would come.

“How long?”

“Two months.”

“You gotta be fuckin kidding me. Do you want him?”

“I, I, um-”

“Answer me, do you fuckin want him?”

“Toji! Of course not, the only man I love is you. He was just, just a thing to fill the void. I promise, it just happened, I never wanted to hurt you!”

 But baby, I won’t cry.

Toji groaned, bringing his hand to his face in defeat. You were crying now, straight word vomit, saying anything to get him to forgive you. But you know you fucked up. You fucked up bad. And now Toji is gonna leave you. Leave everything you’ve built together, all because you couldn’t keep your legs closed while he was gone. But, despite his anger, he brings a hand up to your face to wipe your tears, arm slinking around your waist as he pulls you back down to his chest, letting out a deep sigh.

“Just please tell me you won’t see him anymore and I promise I won't leave you for that long again. But cheat on me again and we’re fuckin over.”

“I won’t, Toji. I promise.”

"Quand une putain de colombe chante sa chanson, c'est tout ce qu'on entend. Les jours défilent comme de la ficelle dans le vent. Embobiné dans ma toile, je les dévoile à nouveaux. Souffrant d'un cœur brisé. Une douleur très profonde. C'est là où je l'ai aperçue. Seule.”

𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 : “When a fucking white dove sings its song, that's all we hear. The days roll by string in the wind. Tangled into my web I reveal them again. Suffering from a broken heart. A very deep pain. This is where I saw her. Alone.”

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[thelovelyruin]

𝖑𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : toji x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you both know what has to happen, but it doesn’t change that it hurts.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : ANGST, smut, porn with plot, talks of depression, death, and murder, love, choking, praise, teasing, fingering, oral sex, overstimulation.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 1.5K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from crazy by kidneythieves.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading the first fic on my blog! i hope you enjoy it, if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI DARK CONTENT

Worry, why do I let myself worry?

The bed sheets were stitched to my body for about two weeks now, only ripping away from them at the intrusive feeling of hunger. I force myself to swallow a bite of the old bread, the only energy I’ve retained for the day spent on this very moment. All of a sudden, the bread wasn’t so stale anymore and I look down at the sight I’d seen every day this week. Tears. On my hands, on my fingers, and now, on this shitty piece of bread. More fall, but this time, there’s no bread to catch it. Just the sleeve of his jacket I couldn’t seem to take off.

And I'm wondering, what in the world should I do?

I knew what was to come. I knew It well. I’ve prepared for it. That’s probably why I opened the front door of the apartment with open arms, letting him embrace me fully. Wet hair, damp clothes, dry lips, I loved him like this. My addiction to his cologne attempts to disguise that familiar odor of rust that adorns his clothes, but it's no good. I hold him anyway, and when he lifts his face, I caress that scar, and when it greets my lips, I forget it hurts. I pretend this is the way it will always be, how it’s always been. Just us. No work keeping us away from each other. No rules. No agreements. No orders from bosses. Just us. I let him carry me to our room, bites bruising my neck, then covered with deceitful kisses. Kisses that say “I love you, I will always love you.” I overpower the grievances he speaks with soft moans and whispers of his name.

Oh crazy, for thinkin' that my love could hold you.

He lays me down on our bed now, and I know he sees the condition of the room I couldn’t bring myself to clean, but he’s so lustful, he gives attention to removing his clothes instead. Standing back to remove my shorts, his torso becomes defined by the soft moonlight sneaking in from the window that I just couldn’t close, hoping to watch him come home. To get the pain over with. I gaze at the pile of our clothes on the floor, praying that he’ll keep them to hold when he thinks of me. With his jacket removed from my body, I pounce on him like a river in a desert. I drag him down to me, kissing him feverishly. We fight for dominance until he picks me up to place me at the top of the bed.

I'm crazy for thinkin' that my love could hold you.

He looms over me like a predator to its prey, his fingers roaming my body until he finds my left nipple, pinching it roughly. I gasp loudly into the room as he dives for the right one, sucking hungrily. His hands knead and grope, eliciting moans from the deepest part of my chest. I’m so drunk on his touch, I start to rub my crotch against his thigh for some sort of friction. A grunt can be heard from the valley of my breasts as he kisses downward, sucking bites of love onto my stomach.

“Missed you so much, baby.”

I can’t take the anticipation anymore. In one fast move, I push his head to my panty line, meeting his gaze with lust-filled eyes. He chuckles lightly and removes my panties swiftly. I’m already soaked, I can tell. Weeks of pent-up frustration waiting to be unwrapped were glistening between my thighs. His eyes are locked on how my folds engulf his fingers, getting high on the moans I release when he slips a finger inside. Eyes come up to meet mine as he settles his tongue on my clit, lapping up my wetness. My eyes glaze over as I give him all of me. His name rolls off my tongue so easily, my hands finding purchase in his hair, making him groan into my pussy. He eats me like a man starved, pulling every filthy noise my mouth can make, and now, I was beginning to see stars.

“Toji, I’m about to cum.”

I feel his impatience grow stronger, fingers pumping into me faster than ever, tongue frantic against my bud. Grasping his wet locks, I fall into the sheets, screaming his name as I spill my love into his mouth. I try to catch a breath, but he’s already draped over me, kissing my lips and rubbing his tip between my folds.

I'm crazy for tryin'...

He pushes into me slowly, kissing me through the pain of his intrusion. Beginning with a slow, deadly pace, he drops his head into my neck, moaning my name. His hands find mine on the sides of my head, pumping into me at a quicker pace now.

“So good for me, baby. So fucking good.”

I crave him so deeply, wrapping my legs around his hips as he drills me into the mattress. All that can be heard is the sound of skin slapping and moans that promise each other this is the only place we’d like to be.

“Toji, I love-”

His hand bolts up to grab my throat and with a good look at his face, he’s holding back tears. I guess this is hurting him too. I wonder how he’ll carry on, if he’ll be able to move on from this. Tears well in my eyes as he takes me for all I am.

And crazy for cryin'...

Sweat drips onto my skin from his chest as he pulls one of my legs up to meet his shoulder. I look into his eyes and I truly see it. He’s so broken, fighting with himself behind those viridian orbs. I raise a hand to his face as my tears start to soak the pillow beneath me. God, I hate this so much. His pain is too much for me to bear, so I bring him down to kiss me again. Devouring my lips, he quickens his pace again, ripping another strong moan out of me. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Make me numb, that way I can leave reality. I can’t face it, can’t accept it. More, more.

“I’m not gonna last much longer.”

The tears fall faster now, the realization it was all coming to an end settling in. His hips start to stutter as I feel myself crumble beneath him. My name falls from his mouth like a broken record, an iron grip on the headboard above me. With one final thrust, he pours his all into me and all of me into him. I litter his back with scratches, attempting to get a grip on him. To hold him. To soothe him. To give him something to remember me by. 

And I'm crazy for lovin' you…

He sinks into me as he comes down from his high, sobbing into my shoulder. I’m so spent, I let his weight suffocate me slowly.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry, I promise.”

I hold him so tightly I think he’ll burst.

“I know baby, I know.”

We stay like this for several minutes, just caressing each other before our world ends. I kiss his forehead one last time as he pulls away, averting his eyes from my face, too shameful to see my tears. His back disappears into the bathroom and I look at the picture of us on the bedside table. A moment when we were happy. Before times got hard, before that stupid job of his. The sound of running water brings me back to the present and I sink into the mattress. It feels like a mirage when he comes walking towards me, washcloth in hand. I hum to him as he cleans me attentively. There are no words exchanged at this point, just sniffles as we disassociate from this reality we created. We knew it was risky, his job not leaving any room for distractions. Especially not ones like a wife. Part of me hopes he can’t bring himself to do what I know he’s damned to, but he doesn’t have much of a choice. Better him than someone else. He throws the rag to the floor and crawls into the bed, spooning me from behind, I assume because he can’t bear to face me. I sink into his embrace, letting him give me final kisses and goodbyes on my neck.

“I’ll always love you, Toji.”

I hiss as I feel it run across my neck, clear and red tears staining the sheets now. I don’t move, I don’t fight it. I allow the darkness to consume me as he cries his woes into my back.

“I’ll always love you too, baby.”

I'm crazy for tryin' and crazy for cryin', and I'm crazy for lovin' you.

♱ the song used in this story is crazy by kidneythieves, but I highly suggest the original by patsy cline 🖤

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[thelovelyruin]

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝕵𝖚𝖏𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖚 𝕶𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓

choso

♱ saccharine. (yandere choso x fem reader)

♱ primadonna. (choso x fem reader)

♱ i know. (toxic choso x fem reader)

♱ tongue twister. (eater choso x fem reader)

♱ speed. (racer choso x fem reader)

♱ bubblegum bitch. (choso x fem reader)

♱ fruit. (choso x fem reader)

♱ bb. (choso x fem reader)

♱ acquainted. (choso x fem reader)

♱ siren (choso x fem reader)

♱ see you again. (choso x fem reader)

♱ white roses. (choso x fem reader)

toji

♱ more than a woman. (toji x fem reader)

♱ pretty. (toji x fem reader)

♱ la petite mort. (toji x fem reader)

nanami

♱ 10 james orr street. (nanami x fem reader)

♱ i just wanna be yours. (nanami x fem reader)

[thelovelyruin]

𝖎 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖇𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : nanami x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you both long for something more, despite having prior responsibilities.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : smut, light angst, porn with plot, vaginal sex, choking, praise, love, cheating, manipulation, degradation, teasing, overstimulation, edging, they’re not shit and think they deserve better.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 1.4K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from i just wanna be yours by arctic monkeys.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it, if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

You can’t quite pin a time or day this little charade started, but you’d be lying if you said you wanted it to stop.

“Kento!”

“Say it again, princess.”

Nanami loomed over your spent figure almost menacingly. It was clear in his eyes he craved you, especially when it had been a whole month since the last time he was able to explore the heaven between your thighs. The first two orgasms overshadowed the time spent apart and now, there was nothing else to think about but you and him.

You found yourself grasping at nothing, his strong hands wrapping around your delicate wrists, sure to have bruised by now. His normally posh golden locks were now disheveled, ever so often sweeping your forehead when he gave you a particularly hard thrust. You two had just begun your third round, sheets drenched in lust and the scent of sex permanently embedded in the curtains. Nanami lowers his head down to kiss you feverishly, a distinct opposite from the way he was taking your body. Deep and slow, it felt like he was toying with you, yet his shaft found itself in those hard-to-reach places. Then, it was his mouth. Fucking filthy. To think the dapper salaryman was quite the dirty singer when he buried his cock inside of you is something you chuckle about when you see him at company events. 

“Do you like the way I’m fucking you, baby?”

“Kento, I can’t!”

“Say it or I’ll stop.”

You feel like you're gonna come crumbling down when he slows his pace to a threatening stop. As you moan with frustration, he chuckles in your ear, torture for sure.

“Just say the words, baby. You know I fuck you better than any lay you’ve gotten so go ahead and say it.”

Nanami’s displeased voice makes your brain go all fuzzy, not able to concentrate on anything but the cock that isn’t doing what you need it to. His patience wears thin as he brings a hand down to latch onto your throat, jolting you in a way that brings a chuckle to his lips. Little did he know, you were chuckling yourself. Nanami made it so obvious that he needed to hear you say he was better than any partner you’d had because he knew he was lacking. He couldn’t give you the attention other men did, nor could he always be there when he said he could due to his other obligations. He was right about that though. There were plenty of times you replaced him with your more residual lover, feigning ignorance as you’d never given Nanami the time of day, and that made him livid. Actually, It was how you ended up in this very situation, sprawled out under him in the bed of his secret apartment, a place he brought you when he needed, as he would say, “A break from all the madness”. You knew the truth, but you choose instead to spare his ego.

“Yes, Kento. You’re the best I’ve ever had, the only one I need.”

Nanami is well aware you're speaking with a silver tongue, but he can’t help but use your words to fuel every slam into your cervix, tearing blissful and reticent moans from you. With every groan, the thought of the two of your outside obligations dims from his mind, and with every thrust, he finds it easier to pretend that phone isn’t buzzing on the nightstand. Did he love you? Sure he did. Could he love you? Absolutely not. Not when you’re wrapping your legs around his waist and he knows he’s not the only one who gets to rejoice in this feeling, but that move of yours brings him to his end faster than ever before. Something is just so sexy about longing after something you just can’t have.

“I’m close, princess. Where do you want me?”

“Inside. Cum inside me, Kento.”

You can hear his world rearrange when you respond to his question, his thrusts getting messy and rougher. This was your favorite part, Nanami fucking you like he’d never get to do it again, only because you never tell him that it won’t be. His desperation to please you leaves your body in shambles, so close to your orgasm that you begin to scratch his back, but never too hard, nothing for him to think of you later. Your body was enough to do that alone. With every torturous descent back into your folds, he questions if this could work. Could he be the man you needed and not just the man you craved? Could he break apart from his other responsibilities and cater to your every desire? Of course not. That’s why he cums intensely inside of you, stuttering on words and hips turning to mush. Cumming hard enough to pretend you’re his and his only, that this is a sweet fruit reserved just for him. Then there’s you, so high on empty promises and sexual satisfaction, you spill so prettily all over his cock, milking him until he’s just a shell of a man. 

With a full sweep, he falls to your side, the both of you panting for air. The phone has long since stopped ringing, whoever was on the other end presumably giving up on trying to reach him. You sat up swiftly in the bed, pulling a cigarette out of the pack you left sitting on his nightstand. Lighting it intently, you see Nanami come to and raise himself to your height.

“You looked beautiful tonight.”

“Before when my makeup and hair were actually done for that stupid company party or when I was covered in your cum and sweat 5 minutes ago?”

“Both, though I prefer the second.”

Hesitantly, he kisses your shoulder blade, pecking in the places he wishes he could bruise and bite. You exhale and get out of bed, beginning to put your bra back on. Picking his watch up from the nightstand, you catch a glimpse of the time. 12:28, far too late for any taken person to be out and about. 

“You’re going?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, I just thought maybe we could-”

“Maybe you should focus on getting back home to your wife, Kento.”

Your words cut him like a knife, turning his head and wiping his face in shame. He was well aware his wife was sitting at home waiting for him, wondering where he was at this hour and if he was okay. He also knew you had someone to get back to, you were no saint either.

“Well, then you give Suguru my best regards.”

With that statement, you lockjawed, pausing for a bit then continuing to pull up your jeans. This game you two played was quite amusing. Both of you were in marriages, sneaking off to hump at any glance of irritation or need. Nanami knew he didn’t want his marriage anymore, only ever fucking his wife when he can’t fuck you and always dodging questions of his whereabouts. That man truly only loved you, but you were quite different. Suguru was the man of your dreams, but his job didn’t allow him to be very present, or, only give his dick to his wife. So, what’s a needy girl to do? She fucks Kento Nanami. This had worked for a while now, yet Nanami was starting to get very clingy in this no-strings-attached arrangement. That’s why you always left after sex, didn’t return his calls until you were ready, and ultimately pretended he didn’t exist at work. That is until anonymous flowers found their way to your desk, which led to steamy exchanges in his office on your break. It was the stickiest situation you’d ever been in and you loved it.

Putting your shoes and coat on, you walk over to Nanami’s side of the bed and kiss him passionately. Reluctantly, he lets you pull away, breathing your name onto your lips as you turn to face the door. As if on cue, his phone begins to ring again and you laugh mockingly, much to his dismay. With a few steps, you’re nearly out the door now, his desire to break the phone and throw you back on the bed for hours overwhelming him, but he doesn’t. You’re simply not his.

“See ya, Kento. By the way, you should get that, I think it might be your wife.”

♱ this story is inspired by i just wanna be yours by arctic monkeys. 🖤

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[thelovelyruin]

𝕾𝖙𝖊𝖕 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖘…

♱ ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢…

♱ saccharine. (yandere choso x fem reader)

♱ more than a woman. (toji x fem reader)

♱ primadonna. (choso x fem reader)

♱ i know. (toxic choso x fem reader)

♱ tongue twister. (eater choso x fem reader)

♱ 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢.

𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 - 𝖜𝖎𝖕𝖘 - 𝖆𝖔3 - 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖕𝖆𝖉

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