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you always knew you had a thing for older men.

It wasn’t just the salt-and-pepper stubble or the slow, practiced way they carried themselves. it was the stillness. the grounded energy. the calm. like nothing could touch them. like they’d been through hell and came back clean, sharper for it.

nanami kento was the embodiment of that.

you weren’t supposed to end up in his bed. it started with drinks after a shared mission, a conversation that lingered longer than expected. you were tipsy. he wasn’t. and yet he watched you like you were a puzzle worth solving. carefully, patiently, without a single wasted glance.

you’d had sex before. enough to know what you liked. enough to know that most guys your age didn’t really care about what that was. they rushed. they fumbled. Some were sweet, but rarely satisfying. even the slightly older ones, 25, 26, still had the attention span of a squirrel and the emotional intelligence of a wet sock.

but nanami?

nanami touched you like he’d studied you. like he had time. like he didn’t need to prove anything because he already knew he could ruin you. and would. he took off your clothes like unwrapping a gift he’d waited patiently to open. every touch was intentional. every kiss a quiet promise.

you thought you were prepared.

you weren’t.

his mouth on your neck, your chest, between your legs. devastating. the kind of slow burn that made you forget your name, arching into him with a gasp so raw you almost felt embarrassed. until you looked up and saw the way he was watching you. focused. like he needed to see what he did to you..

you expected him to be good. he was older, refined, deliberate in everything he did. from the way he sipped his whiskey to the way he looked at you, like he could read every need you hadn’t voiced. But this?

this was beyond anything your imagination had dared to stretch toward.

you're on your back, legs spread and trembling over Nanami’s shoulders, body pinned to the mattress like you were meant to be there. like he built this exact moment out of patience and control and years of knowing exactly what he was doing.

his cock stretches you open with a slow, thick thrust that makes your spine arch off the bed. he’s not fast. not frantic. he moves like a man who knows he doesn’t have to rush, because you’re already falling apart under him.

“good girl,” he murmurs, voice low and steady, as if he’s rewarding you for every helpless sound you make. “you can take it. i’ve got you.”

and you do. you take him. inch by devastating inch. because you can’t not. he fills you in a way no one else ever has. deep. heavy. the kind of depth that forces a raw, gasping whine from your throat with every stroke.

your nails claw weakly at his forearms, the only parts of him you can reach in this position. he’s got you folded open, helpless, a mess of sweat and slick and trembling limbs beneath him. his hips grind slow, controlled, like he’s studying how each angle wrecks you.

“too much?” he asks, and it’s maddening how composed he sounds while you’re unraveling like silk in his hands.

you try to answer, but nothing comes out but a high-pitched, wrecked little moan. your head tilts back. eyes flutter shut. brain static.

he leans in closer, the weight of him pressing into you deliciously, lips grazing your jaw. “words, sweetheart.”

you manage a shaky, whined: “don’t stop. please. don’t stop.”

his lips curve into the faintest smirk against your cheek, and suddenly his thrusts get deeper. not harder. not faster. just…more intentional. perfectly timed to make you feel every ridge, every drag of him against that sensitive spot inside you that makes your thighs shake.

your vision goes blurry. your mouth drops open in a silent gasp. And then it happens: Your brain short-circuits.

everything goes white-hot, your body locking around him with a desperate cry you barely hear. your climax rips through you with a sharp, clenching heat that leaves you breathless and boneless, twitching beneath him as he fucks you through it with devastating care.

“beautiful,” he breathes, watching you crumble.

you’re too far gone to even feel embarrassed at how wrecked you sound. you’re crying a little overstimulated, completely taken, the term “fucked dumb” no longer a meme, but a diagnosis.

he slows down. pulls out just enough to let you breathe, but not leave. his hands slide down your thighs, soothing, grounding.

and then, without warning, he’s back inside you. slower this time. softer. but it still hurts, in the way pleasure hurts when you’ve already come once and your nerves are still singing. you whimper, and he kisses your shoulder.

“i know, i know,” he whispers. “just one more. you can do one more.”

you don't know if you're nodding or crying, but it doesn’t matter. he keeps praising you, guiding you back to that high again with practiced care and relentless control. and when you finally collapse beneath him, thighs shaking, tears wet on your cheeks, he kisses you like you’re something fragile he’s honored to break.

he doesn’t leave right after.

he wraps you in a warm, damp towel and carries you to the bath. cleans you gently. makes you tea. sits beside you as your body catches up with your soul.

and when he says, “you’re safe,” you believe him.

and you realized then: you’d never be able to go back.

how could you? to twenty-something-year-old men who needed validation, who didn’t know what to do with a woman who needed to be held, not just touched? who didn’t understand the ache that came from deeper wounds. wounds that wanted comfort, not conquest?

nanami wasn’t just good in bed.

he understood. he moved with restraint, with precision. the kind of man who didn’t need to be loud to leave a mark.

you looked up at him. his calm, unreadable expression softened only by the way his thumb brushed over your hip. and it hit you:

you weren’t just ruined for boys.

you were recalibrated.

no one else would ever compare.

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toji who falls to his knees when he sees you. actually.

your big and mean grump of a boyfriend worships the ground you walk on. you’re walking around the house with pj shorts on? good luck getting rid of him.

“fuck, baby. i love you so much.” toji’s whole entire face is pushed against your clothed cunt, strong hands holding you in place by your thighs, and he’s breathing in your scent, relishing in what it’s like to be entrapped between your legs.

“you’re a weirdo.” you reply, unbothered and snacking on your blueberries, not expecting him to suddenly drop on the floor like this.

though you’re certainly not complaining.

“can you blame me when my girlfriend is smoking hot?” he teases, gently biting the inside of your thigh.

you let out a giggle but are suddenly interrupted when his nose pushes against your clit through the thin piece of fabric. a soft moan rips from your throat and it only makes toji go even more feral.“fuck it, i’m having you right here.” and with that, he props you up on the kitchen counter and takes off your flimsy shorts so he can properly enjoy his meal.

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“stay still,” kento murmurs as he adjusts his tie, phone already pressed to his ear. you’re in his lap, skirt hiked up, panties pushed aside, his cock buried deep inside you, stretching you full as he answers the call. “yes, go ahead,” he says, professional, calm, like you’re not warming his cock.

you try to obey, hands gripping his shoulders, but it’s torture feeling his thickness pulsing inside. your hips twitch, a tiny grind, chasing friction, and a soft whine slips out. nanami’s free hand clamps onto your thigh, warning, his gaze flicking to you. “i said still,” he whispers, barely audible, but the edge in his voice makes you shiver.

you can’t help it. another grind, slower, needier, and you whimper, louder this time. his jaw tightens, and he sets the phone on speaker, muting it briefly. “you’re testing me,” he growls, yanking his tie off in one swift motion. “open.” you do, and he stuffs the silk into your mouth, muffling you. “quiet, or they’ll hear.”

he unmutes the call, resuming like nothing’s wrong, discussing reports while you squirm. the tie tastes faintly of him, and you’re soaking, the urge to move overwhelming. you rock your hips, just a little, and he grunts softly, hand gripping your ass, guiding you to grind slow, controlled, enough to tease but not satisfy. “good,” he mutters under his breath, half to you, half to the call.

the call drags, and you’re trembling, muffled whines barely contained. when it ends, he tosses the phone aside, ripping the tie from your mouth to kiss you hard. “fucking brat,” he pants, lifting you to thrust up, deep and rough. “now you’ll get what you want.”

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"give me another"

satoru can't handle another. he's cum so many times that he's sobbing, his legs are shaking so much that you're almost concerned. you've been riding him for hours now, milking his dick over and over again: being filled up and fucked out and somehow managing to maintain the upper hand.

your boyfriends so weak, though, that he probably couldn't flip you over and fuck you if he tried. but he's got the strength to beg, so beg he will.

"please, baby, i can take another orgasm. i'll be okay."

"you'll pass out."

"and you are well within your rights to keep fucking me if i do!"

you slow the roll of your hips gradually, as to not deny him completely. he's looking at you with these blown out eyes, pooling with tears and lust and love beyond romance. it's spiritual. or he's just really cum drunk.

"alright," you lean down and press a kiss to the tip of his nose. "i'll make you a deal: i'll stay still and if you can thrust up enough to make yourself cum, so be it."

"cardio?" satoru whines.

"problem? i can pull off and we can-"

you're jolted by a sudden harsh thrust upwards. satoru bullies his cock deep into you, enough to force the air from your lungs.

"no problem," he grins. "i love cardio."

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Toji Fushiguro

Warnings: Fluff

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Toji can’t believe his eyes. He pinches himself to check if he’s dreaming– He truly hopes he is. 

You leave Toji alone with Megumi for one second, and the gremlin does this. He’s not scared of anything… Well maybe he is scared of you, and he’s certainly scared of what you’re going to do when you see this mess. 

“What the fuck did you do?” Toji feels his eye twitch. Don’t yell at the kid, don’t yell at the kid. He has to keep his cool. He won’t project onto the child because Toji knows it’s not going to end well for him.

“Don’t cuss!” Megumi yells as if Toji doesn’t have the right reason to be mad. Megumi has a fucking bald spot now. 

“How did you even get the scissors?” Toji asks as his fingers touch the spot that Megumi cut. The child looks like a man that just entered his thirties with the worst receding hairline. Oh, why did he have to cut so much? Toji could’ve covered it up with a weird hairstyle but he can’t do anything about this.

“You left them on the table.” The child points out and Toji scoffs. And of course the snot-nosed brat found a way to blame his father.

“And did that give you the right to cut half your hair off? You look like an old man now.” Toji scolds him and Megumi sticks out his bottom lip.

“Like you?” Oh, the words almost set Toji off. But Toji takes a deep breath.

It’s going to be fine. He’ll find a way to cover it up before you find out– That's what he thinks before he hears the phone ring, making his heart drop. Toji doesn’t get many calls, so he knows it’s you. He’ll have to lie through his teeth to you.

“I got it!” Megumi yells and Toji’s eye twitches when Megumi runs after the phone. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. He’ll just take the phone from Megumi before the child says anything.

“Megumi! What happened to your hair?!” The man’s ears ring, and of course. It just had to be a video call. “Toji!”

Toji snatches the phone from Megumi and tries to play it off as if he hadn’t been caught red handed. He smiles before saying, “Hi, baby.”

Needless to say, it didn’t work.

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cw: missionary, breeding, impregnation yayayaya, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), gspot stim, edging, groping. some fluff! MDNI!

nanami kento loves you so incredibly much, it's almost ridiculous. the man absolutely adores you and every moment spends with you. you're just so beautiful that even after all the time of being together, your smile pulls at the strings of his heart.

nanami wants nothing more than to begin the next chapter of your shared life and start a little family with you. at times, it's all he'll think about, but he won't bring it up as he believes it should be you who makes that call. so he'll patiently wait whilst he daydreams about the whole process, from making love to you, to the whole 9 months, to when your bundle of joy is finally snuggled into your arms and you're tiredly yawning. he'll daydream about everything.

when the two of you are getting ready for bed one night, he's immediately dizzy with excitement when he hears your shy, murmuring voice.

"kento, i think .. i think i want us to start trying."

you've never seen his head whip so fast to look at you with a glint in his honeyed eyes and before you know it, he already has you sitting on the edge of the bed with your shirt and shorts discarded and tossed onto the floor—leaving you seated in just a pair of cotton panties.

his knees are against the carpet as he's sat between your knees, strong arms hooked underneath both of your thighs to keep them spread as he presses light kisses against your inner thighs. every few kisses, his lips drag along your sensitive skin and he's letting out an exhale of warm arm as he relishes in the way you're trying your best to stop the involuntary jerks of your hips.

"sensitive, hm?" he's pressing a smirk into your thigh as he gives you another kiss, brown eyes locked onto your flustered face.

you don't answer, fingers gently gripping onto the sheets of your bed as he places another smooch along your bare inner thigh.

"answer me, pretty." he murmurs against your skin and you're letting out a shaky exhale that you didn't know you were holding in.

"um- yeah.. just a little.." you sound so sheepish when you respond and nanami's smirk remains put.

"a little?" he repeats and as if he's testing the validity of your answer, your inner thighs are now being met with open mouthed kisses.

he lightly sucks at the skin and your fingers grip the sheets a little harder, a tiny whimper escaping your lips as you close your eyes. your head's falling back as you let out an airy sigh and he's unhooking an arm from underneath your thigh so he can press a palm against your chest, silently encouraging you to lay back and you follow.

you lean back onto the bed, holding yourself up with your elbows to look down at him and he pulls back—breath hitching in his throat when he sees the little damp spot right on the crotch of your panties. cute ... he presses the pad of his thumb right into the wet spot and immediately feels the heat of your drooling cunt behind the fabric.

his face grows stern and he's holding back a groan. his thumb presses in a little harder until it's right against your hole, the only thing separating the two of you from bare contact being the flimsy fabric still clinging onto your hips.

nanami runs his thumb upwards, leaving your hole and stilling right when he gets to your clit. he runs ghostly circles over your clothed clit and your jaw tenses at the very light stimulation.

"kento .." you sigh, jaw visibly tensing as he applies a little more pressure after you speak.

"hm?" he hums, eyes alternating between his thumb and the damp patch on your underwear that already looks like it's growing in size.

"feels good .." you readjust your elbows, still continuing to look down at him as he continues his soft ministrations on your clit.

"yeah? tell me all about it, gorgeous.." the corners of his lips curl upwards as he smiles at you.

his smile is so warm and your lips are falling apart so you can answer.

"just.. when you circle.. my clit like that.." you're sheepishly murmuring now, and as you do so, he's dipping his fingers into the side of your panties to get a better feel.

you choke on your words when his bare thumb envelopes itself in your slick, breath shaking as his wet thumb drags to circle your clit.

"kento."

"keep telling me about it. what feels good, baby?" he presses further for you to answer and you whine at the fact that he's wanting you to use your brain instead of just letting you moan for him.

"you rubbing my clit feels so fucking good, kento.." your fingers are gripping the sheets again and you press your lips together for a moment to collect yourself.

his thumb catches onto your clit just right and you're gasping out a moan, eyes closing as you continue,

"it's s- so much better when you do it. fuck, it just feels so much better." you're almost moaning out the last words, so enveloped by the stimulation that you don't realize that his fingers are hooking underneath your panties and pulling them to the side.

"feels better when it's my hands touching you, right?" he asks and right as your lips part so you can agree with him—the tip of his middle finger presses right against your drooling hole for a second before slipping past the ring.

"o- oh!" you hiccup, his finger sliding in until your little spasming ring is clinging onto the first knuckle of his finger.

"yeah. i bet it feels so much better, my sweet girl." he coos and slides his finger in further until the second knuckle is bumping against your slit. "there you go, baby."

he pulls his finger back before pushing it back in and the thumb on your clit resumes it's ministrations. your stomach flexes as he pleasures you, pulling out little mewls and moans from your mouth.

your back is fully hitting the mattress now as you fully surrender to nanami, hips rolling forward to meet his working fingers. his thumb applies more pressure to your sensitive nub and his finger curls, prodding the tip of his digit against that spongey spot inside you that never fails to make you cry out for him.

warm tingles run down your spine to it's destination; the sopping slit between your thighs. every circling stroke of his thumb on your clit has a miniature wave of hot bliss washing over your lower tummy and it leaves your drooling cunt spasming for more, more, more.

nanami suddenly retracts his thumb and before you can complain, he's leaning down and massaging his tastebuds right against your clit.

"k-kento!" the sob you let out is pathetic and you're shakily arching your back off the bed.

he laps at your cunt, rolling your sensitive little bud against his tongue as his finger only works with more fervor. his digit is shining with your slick as he fingerfucks you, your hand flying down to grasp and tug at locks of his blonde hair.

the stimulation only makes your hips buck more and now you're practically humping your dripping cunt into his needy mouth. your clit grinds against his tongue and you feel the invasion of a second finger stretching out your weeping hole.

"k-ken .." you cry, his fingers curling into your sensitive spot, hole squeezing tightly onto his digits.

he grunts like a starved man against your pussy and you're being dragged closer and closer to the edge of what feels to be the most earth shattering orgasm.

"close, k-ken—so.. so fucking close." you're moaning, little pants and whimpers leaving you that have no intent of stopping.

you're right there. all that's needed is a few strokes of his fingers, a few swipes of his tongue, and you'll be sobbing out melodies as you cum on his face.

but .. nanami doesn't want you to cum yet. no, the only time you're gonna be cumming is when his cock is spearing your needy pussy open and he's filling you to the brim with his load.

to your dismay, the stimulation suddenly fades into the distance as nanami pulls away. his fingers drag out of your cunt, leaving your empty cunt spasming around nothing as your clit that was once warm with his mouth is now being uncomfortably soothed by the cold air in the bedroom.

he was reluctant to pull away, but nanami needs to keep you right on the edge for him. he needs to make your pussy so needy that it's opening up even more for him. he needs to make your hole so desperate that it clings onto anything and everything it's given—whether it's his cock or his cum. nanami has to be sure you take what he gives.

he's quietly pulling the fabric of your panties back over your dripping slit to cover it.

"kento.. wanted to cum." he hears you sulking, your hips bucking into emptiness as you crave his touch.

"patience, baby." he hums, finally standing up from the floor as his hands work to undo the buckle of his belt before deftly pulling it from the loops of his trousers.

"can you be patient for me?" nanami asks, honeyed eyes looking down to admire you in all of your beauty.

you look so pretty. all for him.

"i can be patient, kento." nodding your head, you spread your thighs further as you hear his belt hit the floor, followed by the glorious sound of a zipper being undone. "just g-give it to me soon, okay?"

your sheepish display of neediness has him letting out a chuckle, his thumbs dipping underneath the waistband of his trousers and boxers to pull the combined fabrics down his muscular legs. his cock springs free, flying up to thump against his stomach before falling forward and bobbing slightly.

"oooh .." he coos, "are you making orders now?" his pointer and middle fingers hook underneath the waistband of your panties, pulling the flimsy cotton down your legs and tossing it besides the previously discarded clothes on your floor.

you're completely nude for him now.

"you know i'm not one to make you wait too long, pretty." he reminds you, gripping the base of his cock with his hand as he stands idle between your spread thighs.

your legs are instinctively lifting to hang idle at either side of his waist, silently letting him know you're ready. he leans forward, wide body hovering over your smaller one and he's placing a spread palm right beside your head in order to support his weight.

the head of his cock is gliding through your wet folds and you're sucking in a sharp breath each and every time it catches against the hood of your clit or entrance. his eyes are solely focused on where he's making the two of you meet, brows connected in concentration as he tries to stager himself off from thrusting in right then and there.

you can tell he's holding back and you're sweetly murmuring to him, "come on, ken—make me a mama, yeah?"

a switch flips in his brain when he hears your encouragement because his cockhead is immediately prodding against your hole. every prod has a noticeable pressure building behind it and he's heavily exhaling through his nose.

"yeah, pretty .." he mutters, eyes still transfixed on the way his cock is beginning to press into your cunt. "i'll make you a mama."

and just like that, he pushes forward—thick tip of his cock finally popping into your cunt, your head being thrown back as you let out a little whimper from the stretch. your hands are running up his arms and finding purchase on his shoulders, squeezing.

"kento .." the way you say his name comes out as a purr and it spurs him further, another inch of his cock pressing into your cunt.

then another, and another, and another .. until his tip is nuzzled up against your cervix. he has you so full that you think you can feel the beads of precum that your tight cunt is squeezing out of him being smeared right against the barrier.

he leans back, not hovering over your frame anymore and his hands hook underneath your thighs. he draws his hips back, cock dragging out until it's just his head being clung onto by your hole. nanami wastes no time before he thrusts forward, digging his way back to your cervix.

and he's repeating the action again, setting the perfect pace for himself and you as he starts to make love to you. he feels so deep, every thrust causing your walls to accommodate to his meaty length.

each push and pull of his hips has his cock dragging against the sweetest, most sensitive parts of your cunt—little sighs and whimpers leaving your lips that now refuse to close. it just feels too good. every brush of his tip against a particular spot has your warm walls spasming and squeezing around him and he's grunting to himself, trying his hardest not to get lost in the feeling.

"feel good, baby? am i making you feel good?" nanami asks and he's lifting a leg up to rest on his shoulder, kissing the side of your calf that flexes in response to the sweet action.

"feels so fucking good, kento.." you're struggling to get the words out when the new angle has his cock pressing right into your g-spot.

"oh my— goshhhhh .." there's a crack in your voice, your hips rolling forward right as his pelvis meets yours—his balls plapping right against your asscheeks.

there's that warmth again, those miniature waves of hot bliss and they're originating right from inside your cunt every time he stimulates that spongey spot. nanami knows how you're feeling because he feels it too.

he feels your walls squeezing him even tighter and when he looks down—it takes everything in him not to cum right then and there. your pussy walls are desperately clinging onto him with each pull back of his hips, begging him to stay inside and almost looking as if it's inviting him to nestle inside as deep as he wants.

there's a coil vibrating in his stomach and his balls are starting to pulse the more he continues to thrust. nanami's hand slithers away from the duty of keeping your leg secured ontop of his shoulder—and instead slithers between where the two of your bodies meet, thumb resting right onto your clit.

"a—ah! f-fuck.. kento.." those pleasuring waves are building in strength and his thumb is drawing circles on your clit.

it doesn't help that he's already taken one potential orgasm away from you because now that he's stimulating your sensitive pearl once again, you're not sure you can last much longer. and nanami knows this and that's what he wants because he's unsure of how much longer he himself can last.

every drag of his thumb has your body reacting; hips rolling, back arching, cunt pulsing, and lips moaning relentlessly for him. you're bracing yourself for how hard this orgasm is gonna hit you, fingers gripping onto the bedsheets like they did early. shit. you're gripping so hard that your knuckles are turning white.

"it feels like you're gonna cum." he roughly grunts, the force of his thrusts growing in strength and with evidence as the two of you can hear the audible plaps. "come on, sweetheart—you can cum for me, can't you?"

nanami's coaxing is ripping a pathetic and prolonged whimper from your throat, his thumb quickening it's drawn circles on your little nub and your thighs are trembling.

"y-yeah, kento—g'nna cum.. so close.." you're starting to slur your words, body starting to become enraptured in the heat of your building orgasm.

one more circle is drawn onto your clit and you cum. hard.

your vision whites as if you've been blinded with a floodlight, body convulsing with pleasure as your cunt gushes slippery slick onto his thrusting cock. you swear that your toes curled so hard that the knuckles cracked and you can't do anything but roll your hips, working to prolong your orgasm as long as possible.

but nanami is aiding you in this as well, thumb still stimulating your clit and he's grabbing your leg, lowering it down from sitting on top of his shoulder so it can wrap back around his waist.

"k—kento!" you cry and he's leaning forward, hovering closely to your body so his face hangs right above yours.

"p-pretty girl. my pretty woman." he's murmuring, exhaling warm breath onto your face as his balls taut—ready to cum.

"i'm gonna make you a mama, yeah? gonna.. fuck. come here, pretty." he rambles and leans down further, pressing his lips against yours.

you're crying a 'kento' against his lips as his cock nuzzles right against your cervix, his pelvis right against yours and his twitching balls flush against your asscheeks as that vibrating coil in his stomach snaps—spurt after spurt of hot cum shooting into your needy and desperate womb, happily accepting all of it.

he's exhaling loudly, grunting into your lips as you whine back into his. his hips pull back slightly before thrusting back forward as if to ensure he's getting his cum in as deep as he can.

a few more deep thrusts into your cunt and he stills, keeping his cock wedged in as deep as he can as he breaks the kiss, allowing you to catch your breath that's coming out in little exhausted pants.

the two of you both collect yourselves, taking your time to calm down as the afterglow shifts into gears. nanami is first to speak, eyes tracing every feature of your face.

"you feelin' okay? you need anything?" his brows furrow like he's suddenly concerned, "i wasn't too rough, was i? anything hurting?"

you practically swallow a few more well needed breaths before you smile, eyes lidded with exhaustion as you nod your head.

"i'm okay, kento. you were perfect." you're sighing out reassurance, hands ungripping the sheets so you can cup his face. "so perfect." you grin now.

nanami takes a moment, visibly processing your words before his face relaxes and he's returning a small and tightlipped smile.

"i'm so relieved .." he admits, "you did so good, sweetheart."

his hips draw back fully until it's just his tip inside, the two of you bracing yourselves for the flood of cum that's probably gonna leak out of you and onto the bedsheets. yet, when he pulls out.. there's nothing.

the two of you pause and he stares down at your cunt that still continues to twitch from the lingering effects of such a strong orgasm. his face begins to grow sheepish the longer he stares.

"ah .." he starts, "i guess.. i really did ... cum deep.." he's muttering the words so flustered and you can't help but let out an airy giggle at his reaction.

"kento," your lips are spread into such a wide grin that your cheeks hurt, "i think that's what we want, no?"

his brown eyes blink at you and he's trying to collect himself as he nods. "i suppose so—yeah, you're right." there's still that sheepishness look etched onto his face and it only causes your grin to stay put.

"i love you." you tell him and that seems to break him out of his little spell because now he's grinning back, leaning forward to press a kiss to your head.

"love you too, pretty. so much." he reaffirms his love back to you and stands up straight, "i'm gonna start a bath for you, alright?"

you nod your head and even when nanami leaves the room to do exactly that, the last thing he sees is your pretty smile.

and your pretty smile is the first thing he sees after he opens a box that contains pajamas for a newborn alongside a positive pregnancy stick.

god. he's waited so long for this.

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dilf!kento thinks it's odd just how hot and bothered you get when he does the most mundane of things.

for example, he'll be getting dressed in the morning: hair mussed and eyes dark from the lack of sleep that parenthood brings. fingers working his belt through the loops in his slacks and fastening the buckle just to be startled by you, having leapt out of bed to drop to your knees before him and suck him off right there in the walk in closet.

or, later on, when he's cleaning up the kitchen after sending the kids off to school, and you walk in to find his sleeves rolled up, humming away to himself as he washes dishes in the sink. of course, the look on his face when he turns to find you already sat on the countertop and beckoning him over is as priceless as it is arousing.

or god forbid he starts paying bills. sitting at the dining table with papers scattered in front of him, pen held in his strong hand as those glasses of his slide down the bridge of his nose. god, he's so pretty when he's concentrated, working with numbers like a whore! he shouldn't be surprised when you weave your way between him and the papers to sit on his lap and start working at hooking him out of his pants. so you can sit on his cock and get your fill.

"keep acting like that, sir, and you're gonna be a daddy again."

he's gruff. tired. so fucking sexy. "i'm going over the credit card statement. did you spend five hundred dollars on—"

"mmm stop talking and fuck another baby into me, ken."

and, because you married the right man, a pair of strong arms are already hoisting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. "as you wish, love."

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𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 has been wondering what you said when he picked you up when you were too drunk that you mumbled about some dreams you had And it involved him but you passed out before he could know, so it kept him up all night wondering what were these dreams about!

His gaze dropped to yours after you came into your senses, he contemplates whether to bring up the topic again. He takes a deep breath, summoning his courage before looking up at you again. "You said... you've been dreaming about me last night." He mentioned, causing you to stiffen up, you knew this was coming. He noticed your reaction, enjoying your defensiveness, his gaze still fixed on you. He takes another step forward towards you, "So I'm curious... what kind of dreams have you been having about me?"

"did i say that?" You looked away, "well i was drunk, it was just the beer talking" you tried to brush it away. He chuckles softly, amused by your attempt to deny it. "Don't try to deny it. I remember everything you said last night, you know." He simply said after you finished your sentence. "okay fine so what?" This was looking too bad on your side. He stares down at you, his gaze unwavering. He looked like he was enjoying this too fucking much. "I need to know what kind of dreams you've been having about me. It's been bothering me all night." And you finally decided to give in and get this over with "ugh, its just dreams.." you tried to make it sound as simple as you could. He sighs, he was growing more and more impatient. "Try harder. I want to know what exactly you've been dreaming about." You sighed as you asked, swallowing your pride, "you really need to hear it aloud from my mouth?" You asked, looking at that faint smirk on his face, He nods, and never took his eyes off of you, drinking down each twitch of your eyebrows and the sweat beading on your forehead "Yes, I do. I need to hear it from your own lips, sweetheart" he said not backing down at all.

"i been dreaming bout you, doing things.. things to me" his eyebrows perked up at that, a smirk evident on his face. God, he was enjoying this far too much "what kind of things?" He asked, taking another step towards you as his eyes never left yours. "its.. inappropriate" you said, growing embarrassed as you thought back on your dreams. He lets out a soft chuckle at that, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper.

"I'm sure I can handle it. Tell me." He said, as he stood dangerously close "you.. kissing me, touching me.." you said, and his breath hitches at the words, you stumbling on your words, he tried to stay still, and take it what you just said and the way your lips moved, the way you got shy under his gaze. He could feel himself growing hard, could imagine the scenes unfold in his mind as you explained, "Go on, love"

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This is my dream 😦

leaving dark hickies on Nanami’s pale skin, kissing and sucking your way down his neck, careful not to leave anything that would show over his shirt and jacket the next day.

anything below that, though? fair game, and you took full advantage. he groaned softly, his tie undone and loose as you straddled him, pushing him back against the couch.

hold still, you whispered, a smile against his skin as you kissed down his collarbone. you pushed your luck, sinking your teeth into his muscular shoulder, earning a sharp hitch of breath and the jerk of his hips rocking into you.

you felt him harden under your thighs. he breathed out slow, splaying his big hand across the small of your back, pressing you closer. he was always the first one to break in this game, but you never got tired of playing.

you laved your tongue over the bite, soothing the sting before you brushed your lips down to his pecs, trailing soft kisses after each freed button of his dress shirt.

you gently pushed it open further, swirling your tongue over his peaking nipples, hiding a grin as he swore under his breath, just for you to hear.

so sensitive, Mr. Nanami, you whispered.

such a tease, Mrs. Nanami, he murmured back.

you dipped lower, sliding your ass back against his thighs. you kissed down the hard plane of his abs, nipping lightly where the taut muscle gave way to softer belly, kissing down to his navel. Nanami sighed shakily, a wordless plea to keep going.

you obliged, scraping your teeth over the pale blonde fuzz that trailed down to the twitching tent in his pants, leaving shiny patches of spit where you pressed open-mouthed kisses to the jut of his hips.

you felt his hand land heavily on your head, the delicious sting as he twisted his fingers into your hair, guiding you lower still. the pressure was light, easy to resist if you’d wanted, but you didn’t want to.

you let him press your face against his bulge, inhaling dizzily as he fumbled to free his cock. the ghost of your breath against his heated flesh made him shiver.

want more kisses, Kento?

his cock slapped against his stomach, smearing pearly precum across the marks you’d left behind. he adjusted his grip on your hair, his other hand cupping your cheek.

yes, please.

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IM FROTHING FROM MY MOUTH AHHHHHHH

"I want a baby, Kento."

Those were the words you said to him a few hours ago. Since then, Nanami has been plundering your devastated, drooling pussy with his big, thick cock and filling your belly with his white load.

He doesn't seem like the same Nanami anymore, calm and gentle, but rather the opposite, and you love it even more. Who would have thought Nanami would have to starve so much after your request?

He floods you with dirty phrases for your greatest pleasure.

"You'll make a beautiful mother to our children, darling."

"You feel so good, damn I can't stop."

"Cum for me. I want you to cum... our future baby will be me fucking you well."

"You're squeezing my cock so tight... Are you a slut, my love?"

"That pussy's addicted to my cock, milk me as much as you want, baby... fuck."

"Be a good wife to me and take all the cum I give you."

"One more time. I want my cum to stick deep inside your pretty slutty pussy."

After that, Nanami apologized so many times for being so rough and mean to you, but you enjoyed it.

a/n: quick work written for the fun. ⟢﹒ masterlist

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Creak, Creak.

Toji fushiguro was the last person you wanted to partner up with, even shiu knew that but apparently he liked seeing the two of you fight, he had said. But he doesn't know the fact how weak you get in front of him, how your heart beat raises when he looks you up and down, the familiar heat pooling underneath.. he doesn't know that, no one knows that, only you know how fucking desperate you are for him.

You were all about killing this target and finally getting this over with, but to your luck that target had escaped. Staying in a hotel was your idea but sharing a bed definitely wasn't yours, since it was too cheap you had to suck it up, as you both were broke. Anyways, it's not like you guys are going to do anything, just go to sleep, what would ever go wrong?..

Well, you couldnt sleep. You were moving around a lot that the bed was creaking too damn loud, you heard an annoying tsk, causing you to freeze in the awkward position you are lying down right now, after a few seconds you went back to stirring on the bed, to find some kind of comfortable spot to finally sleep, trying your best to not let the bed creak again, please.

"could you calm the fuck down?" He raised his voice, an annoying pitch to it. When you turned around to look, he was still lying with his back towards you. "Can't sleep" you said, turning fully around to face his broad back, basically a wall. "I can, go on, sleep doll, we got work tomorrow" he simply said with a sigh. "Cant. Sleep" you said again, with that he finally turned his face to meet yours. "Get up, then" he commanded, causing your eyes to widen as your thighs clenched in response. But you obeyed, it's like your body wanted to obey him. He fluffed up your pillow, patting it a few times, "there, how bout now?" He said placing the pillow back on your side. "Great, thanks" you quickly said, covering yourself under the blanket. Toji looked at you weird for a moment, before yawning and laying down himself.

Okay, that was awkward, but how were you supposed to act when that man suddenly said that, maybe you were just overreacting, your emotions were all over the place, you felt the familiar heat pooling again, your cunt aching for something.. something him. You swear you really tried to sleep but the ache only increased, you tightened your hold on the waistband of your panties trying to get some kind of friction as you rocked your body slowly.

Creak, Creak. you were lost in pleasure to notice the sounds as Toji blinked his eyes open again at the sounds looking over at you, seeing your concentrated face, eyebrows frowned, sweat beading on your temple. "What are you doing?" He asked, causing your eyes to flutter up at his, "uh, um" you tried to find your words as he looked at you confused. Making up a lie was too hard for you, only in front of him. Well, you could partially say the truth, right? "It hurts" you said, looking away, "what? Did you get hurt?" He asked, completely oblivious. You sighed as you shook your head.

"No its not that- its just, throbs down.. there, you know?" You said, slightly lowering your voice, before meeting his eyes, to see that wickedly stupid growing across his face, "exactly, where doll?" He asks dipping his head closer to your face now, "down.. there" you murmured, "show me, will ya?" he said, licking his lower lip, gazing at your lips before fixing his gaze back on your eyes, you could feel a faint touch over your inner thigh under the blanket, slowly, climbing up. His fingers meet your dampened area. "Is this it? Is this where it 'aches'? — Fuck, so wet already, huh?" He placed soft kisses on your neck "let me ease that pain for you ma, leave it all to me kay?" He said after pulling away in between the kisses, with the still very stupid grin on his face.

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me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life

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𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓?

Tw:rough face fuck, gagging, (fem reader x nanami)

Being the kinkiest person in your relationship, Nanami was surprised- no, shocked when he realised the things you were into. As the gentleman kento was, he tried his best to be gentle with you but you knew he was much more than that under all that subtle character, he had much more to him.

"Sweetheart, is this okay..?" He asks, rather confused and shy, as he was gazing at your figure lying with your head hanging down at the side of the bed. "I don't know if we should do this, baby" he says, lovingly as his practically ranging boner was nudging against your nose. "Ken, are you seeing yourself right now?" You ask, not taking your eyes off of that tip oozing with pre cum. Nanami looks away shyly, as he rubs the back of his neck. "Let me know if it's too much, okay?" He would be lying, if he said the idea of using your mouth for his own pleasure like this was not doing things to him. Just thinking of it makes him want to cum all over your face right now.

You nod your head frantically with a grin on your face "at your service, kenny" you say as you open your mouth with your tongue sticking out, still with a teasing smile evident on your face. "Fuck, now you're asking for it." He mutters as he comes closer to your face, he lets out a hiss at that hot breath wafting at his length. He slaps his leaky tip against your tongue a few times. He ran his thumb along your lower lip, allowing you to lick it a few times before he shifts one of his knees on the side of your head, Leaning down, he braces himself by placing his hands on either side of your head. Giving one last look at the lewd sight before him.

Without much thought, he thrusts forward, his cock sliding along your lips until he hits the back of your throat. "Fuck!" He groans at the feeling of your throat instinctively contracting on his cock. He takes a moment to adjust to the sensation, marveling at just how perfect this felt. Nanami starts moving, using your head like his personal toy, his hands had a firm grip on either side of your head. He moved your head up and down his length, sheathing him in warmth with each slide. Your lips stretch tight around him, as his cockhead brushes the back of your throat. "Is this what you wanted? For me to use your throat like this, huh? Is that it, sweetheart?" Your panties were practically so wet at how aggressive he was, just like you wanted, maybe even more. Your thighs clenching itself, trying not to cum.

The nasty sounds of spit dripping down from your mouth and his groans filled the room as he used your mouth, leaning completely on your face, at each thrust, his balls slapped against your nose as your eyes rolled back. He would step back for a moment to allow you to breathe, "you okay, love? Take a breathe f' me, yeah like that" and after that he went back to rutting into your mouth like before, the way he was so careful even though it was you who asked for this.. Gosh this man is so perfect!

He was so close to cumming, he decided it might be too much for you to take it all down. And you knew he was about to cum because of the way he increased the pace as he throbbed uncontrollably in your throat, you could feel it. Just when he was about to pull out to finish on your face, your hand wrapped around his thigh, tightened, hinting him to not pull out, just yet. "baby, thats too much, you cant—! he groaned in between moans, feeling his cum building up, you looked over at him pleading, with your mouth latched on to him, sucking him in. "Fuck, you naughty thing" His hands tightened in your hair, guiding your head and angling it perfectly to maximize the pleasure. The sensation is overwhelming better than anything he could have ever imagined. He head was growing fuzzy at the amount of pleasure he was feeling, his legs growing weak by each passing second.

Nanami grunts as he feels the familiar pressure crashing down on him. Before he decides to just— stop thrusting. Instead choosing to edge himself within your throat. "Haa— fuck baby, you like this?" He hissed at the sensation of your throat clamping down on him. His cock throbs painfully, twitching as he holds back the load of cum threatening to spill from him. "Just a little longer.." your cunt was practically weeping at this. "You want my cum so bad, huh? Then take it." He could feel you gagging around him, clawing around his thigh, only heightening his arousal as his dick throbs desperately before he fills you with his hot seed, each spurt eliciting a shudder from him. Your eyes were rolling back into your head, at the sheer power and pleasure you were feeling all over your body. Despite the intensity of his orgasm, he maintains control, ensuring all of his cum ends up where he wants it. "Thatsss it.." he says in content, making sure the very last spurt of his cum is down your throat.

He finally pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, letting out a sigh as he looks down at your spit covered face, heaving for oxygen, you licked your lips, blinking your eyes up at his. He bent down to meet your eye level, "Didn't know you would look so beautiful like this.. shoulda done this earlier hm?" He said, wiping your face gently "hah.. told you" you said, a faint smirk tugging on your lips.

Who likes rough nanami? MEEEEEE anyways, i hope you guys liked it! This was so... Intense, i enjoyed a lil too much writing this 🙇🏻‍♀️ plus, thank you AGAIN FOR 1K FOLOWERS!!!!

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"𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭" ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

(Gojo Satoru)

You are literally the passenger princess of Gojo Satoru!! He loves to take you everywhere, most importantly he loves the feeling of you soo close to him. All dolled up just for him, sitting on the front seat, your soft giggles and laughs filling his ears as he cracked a few jokes. He always loved the car rides that he cannot help but pick you up, not letting you walk or take any public transport when he is there. And even insisting on going frequent dates that are quite far.

And then it happened, your first car sex with him. And god was it blissful, the makeup you done so perfectly all messed up cause of his manhandling and rough kissing, and the cocky grin he had on his face as he looked down at you, with your lipstick smeared on his lips?? ..did things to you. He had a firm grip on your jaw, leaning down to kiss you like a man starved. Before you can even form a thought, he was already pushing you on to the backseat, "fuck, baby— you taste so damn sweet" he grumbles against your lips, "sweeter than any fucking candy i've had, makes me want to eat you whole," only this man can make your cheeks blush like cherries.

He was gripping on to your ass as he grinded against you, soft whiny moans slipping past your lips. "toru, I don't think—" you started, only for him to shush you, "just, focus on me, yeah?" Fuck. that was all it took for you to give in and you were already under him. your plump cheeks slapping against his skin as he moved you up and down on top of him, his lips leaving faint kisses on your neck. Voice of yours filled his car, the windows turning blurry and foggy because of your heated breath and broken moans against it. Thinking back you would get shy at the thought , but for Gojo, that was his most memorable and favourite date he had with you. And since then, car 'rides' with Gojo Satoru has been a frequent.. thing.

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!somnophillia!

"You’re making such a mess of my cock baby" Nanami said moaning and whimpering you had recently came home drunk from a party at your friends house you saw Nanami sleeping in the bed when you stumbled into your shared apartment

he was looking so sexy laying in the bed messy hair, shirtless and vulnerable so you took the opportunity there was something about getting a little bit of liquor in you that made you so horny for your Kento

in his sleep you crawled onto the bed discarding your heels and purse you drunkenly but carefully pulled down his pajama pants and met his soft member even flaccid Kento's size always seemed to surprise you especially in your drunken state

you leaned down and lick from his tip to his base you almost hoped hed wake up right then and there but you werent so lucky Nanami was a bit of a deep sleeper so you tried your efforts again licking till his member stood tall in your face

When it was finally hard Nanami woke up his heart racing as he looks down at you with bleary eyes he tries to sit up but you push him back down "baby what are you doing are you feeling okay?" he said a little shaken

you ignore him and wrap you lips around his cock taking him in your warm, soft, wet mouth his words turn into a groan as your drunken tongue makes contact with his now achingly hard cock he goes to push your head away instead his hands tangle in your hair

"Dammit lovey you need to stop youre too drunk for this" you dont stop your movements doubling your efforts as you suck his cock with no sign of stopping kento's body eventually gives in to the stimulation. his cock throbs in your mouth "fuck okay fine y-you just take what you need"

Nanami bites back his moans as you sloppily suck his hard cock your drunken enthusiasm overpowering his initial concern. his hips shift restlessly. fucking into your warm mouth "shit if you were gonna suck me off you couldve at least waited till you were sober" he said a little frustrated

"i want it now" you said you were still drunk but you knew full well what you were doing. swirling your tongue around his fat tip "fucking hell" Nanami let out a frustrated chuckle stroking your hair with one hand

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your husband who loved calling you his wife— even outside of moments of necessity.

and the most fascinating part? he wasn't even aware of the fact how often he did it. he knew he did say it, but he wasn't aware of the fact how often he did. those two words, simple yet undeniably laced together with love and reverence, often tumbled out of his mouth before his brain could catch up.

"my wife would like these flowers," he had said to the wholesome elderly florist when he was about to buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers before returning home to you, his wallet— which had a small polaroid of you in it, by the way— already in hand.

"my wife did mention this the other day, now that i think about it." he had said to his friend who was rambling about the latest trending internet gossip.

"for my wife. i trust there isn't an issue?" he had simply said to the cashier upon noticing the way they lifted an eyebrow at the grocery basket filled to the brim with your favorite snacks, to which they gave a solemn, approving nod at his answer. good husband.

"my wife went out to run an errand, but she'll be back soon." he had even said to your best friend when they came to visit you, to which they replied with a very teasing smirk; "you could just say her name, y'know."

"a reservation for my wife and i, please."

"sorry, my wife is waiting for me. i must take my leave now."

"yes, that's my wife— i'm quite proud of her."

"I can take it from here, sweetheart. can't have my beautiful wife overworking herself now, can i?"

and the list went on.

and yet, you didn't mind it. not at all— you had no reason to. your heart always did that funny little flip whenever he'd call you his wife the way he did, the corner of your lips never failing to curl into a smile. he would always say it so naturally— so genuinely, like those words were etched onto his soul for your very existence alone. and you certainly didn't miss the way his tone would sound a touch softer everytime he referred to you, like you needed to be spoken of with the utmost care and gentleness.

so, one day, you decided it was about time you struck.

"you call me that a lot."

his hands— which were reaching for the kitchen towel to dry his hands with after washing the dishes, yes, the dishes because chores are shared in this household— paused midway. he turned his head to look at you, where you had been perched on the counter, your legs swaying ever so slightly.

"call you what?" he inquired with a small tilt of his head, reaching for the towel at last and patting his hands dry.

"you know, your wife."

he immediately caught onto the teasing glint in your eyes, yet; it was unmistakably edged with a hint of affection.

for a moment, he just stood there wordlessly, blinking once, then twice, his brain taking its sweet, sweet time to allow your words to sink in. you, on the other hand, were practically straining your eyes to catch on any shifts in his expression or posture.

and then, you caught it; the faint reddening of the tips of his ears. he subtly cleared his throat, and your smile stretched into a grin.

alas, that dazzling curve of your lips disappeared as soon as it appeared when the man suddenly approached you in a swift few strides, standing between your legs and pressing his palms on either side of the counter which you sat on to cage you in.

you blinked.

"i do, yes."

he didn't even try to deny it. well, he didn't have a reason to. you were his wife, after all. where was the lie in that? and of course, he was absolutely proud of it.

then, he leaned in slightly, his tone lowering. "unless you prefer i stop calling you that?"

oh, now he was the one with that mischievous little twinkle in his eyes. inwardly, you faltered at the sudden boldness of his actions, your fingertips twitching against the surface of the counter. but outwardly? two can play the game.

then, with a deceptively sweet smile, you tilted your head, shot your hand forward and yanked on the collar of his shirt with force— his body jerking towards you.

"not at all," you smirked, inching closer. "i can't say i mind when my sweet husband calls me that."

his confidence faltered for a moment. you were about to internally celebrate your small victory until one of his hands slid up from the counter, now resting on your hips, his fingertips lightly pressing into your skin.

".. let's hear that again."

let's just say, ever since that faithful encounter, "my husband" had also started slipping out.

and every time? it got to him. oh, it definitely did.

(not my second fluff also taking place in the kitchen lol. i promise it's gonna be different next time.)

♡ nanami kento, geto suguru, fushiguro megumi (jjk), zayne, sylus (lads), wriothesley, neuvillette, alhaitham, diluc, ayato (genshin), jiyan, xiangli yao (wuwa), jugram haschwalth (self indulgence because i love him.), kuchiki byakuya, ishida uryuu, ishida ryuken (bleach), anyone else you'd like.

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ough i've been plagued by the thought of giving nanami morning head...(18+, somno)

soft and sleepy. silky morning light spills through thin curtains because you were both too lazy to pull the blackouts shut before going to bed. you should, by all means, be annoyed at the way the sun wakes you from your dreams.

but you're not.

instead you're grateful, because seeing nanami like this, bathed in sunlight and dozing peacefully is a blessing in itself. the scars on his body glow, rough and worn, the burns he'll carry for a lifetime. but he's there, alive, chest expanding so wide with each breath he takes.

his hair is mused, there's lines on his face where it was pressed into the pillow before he turned on his back, and overall he looks other worldly. it has a low heat stirring in your belly. one that only grows when the blanket bunches around his waist where you see the tufts of hair on his pelvis.

you don't hesitate to slowly pull the blanket off of the both of you, lips now pressed to his collarbone as your body presses against the side of his. it's a delicate dance this; the careful movement so you won't wake him up before you can get going.

your kisses move. two placed on each side of his jaw before you trail them further down, over his shoulders, over his chest, then down to just below. when you kiss his bellybutton, he stirs underneath you, the shift of his lips stilling you. when nanami settles back down you continue, and then you make it to your prize.

his cock is half-hard, the morning hormones not quite kicked in yet as he continues to sleep. you hum happily over it, breath ghosting over the bare flesh before you decide to nose at it. kento's scent has always been clean, always that soothing musk which has dulled your senses and cleared your mind.

this is no different, and you revel in that softness as much as you can.

your eyes flit up to check where his head is still lax on the pillow, nostrils flaring with each deep breath he takes. it reassures you, and once you take a deep breath you make your first lick over his length.

it's small—kitten like at first as you go slow. but it doesn't take long for it to build, for you to get eager and eventually he's in your mouth, hardening more inside the warmth as you hold him there for a moment.

nanami's hips shift again, and it has the tip nudging at the back of your throat. you choke, a quietened sound, but the sensation is heavenly, and it spurs you on.

you move your head languidly, swallowing him down in big moments before switching to suckling on his tip for longer. giving him head is not usually a rush, but it's not always this gentle either. you let nanami take the reins when he needs, but here and now, you have no motive other than to make the man you love feel good.

the daylight shifts, and when you shift your gaze to look back up the length of his body, it strikes against him in an even better glow. his hair blonder, his skin tanner, his muscles sharper.

it makes you moan around him—lustful and untamed.

you know he'll be awake any minute now so you work him to the crest you know is there. it never takes him long to come like this when he's not staving it off or holding back for your sake, so you put all your effort into it. you lick the underside, you suckle the tip, you cup his balls with a hand and massage them.

all the things you know drive him to the edge.

when you hear a softened groan above you, you smile around him and work over him with your tongue again.

then a hand is in your hair, calloused fingers and roughened pads scratching against your scalp and tangled in strands. it doesn't hurt at all, and you only feel sweet relief when you feel kento's stomach tighten above you.

he spills into your mouth with a deep moan.

you keep him there for a while, and his hand on your head keeps you there too. you swallow all of his spend, careful licks placed where a drop escapes, and only once he fully softens do his fingers loosen.

your mouth comes off him with a quiet pop. and then you're met with beautiful lidded hazel eyes staring down at you, eyebrows pinched as he comes down from a high that was snuck up on him.

his smile is lazy, and in turn so is yours. you press your face to his softened dick, and where your mouth reaches you don't hesitate to press a kiss.

nanami's hand on your head finds its way to your cheek, thumb smoothing over the skin as he sighs contentedly.

"g'morning," you murmur.

his laugh is gentle, "good morning to you too."