#nanami kento smut

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࣪₊ 𐙚 YOU SAY IT'S BIG BUT U TAKE IT ?! ★

gojo, nanami, toji, sukuna, geto. you come home struck by a love curse and need their help on "recovering" from the after effects. (anon req)

𐚁̸ wc. 3.8k

𐚁̸ warnings. fem! reader, feral reader, love pollen/curse, unprotected, sukuna has two dicks, dirty talk, p in v, oral (f + m receiving), squırting, biting, spanks, dumbification, overstim, brēeding, premature ejaculatıon, mdni.

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN

“wha— you’re clingier than usual,” the curse grumbles as you burst through the door. you’re panting steadily. he was almost shirtless with his usual kimono that’s exposing his abs. rickety arms of yours wrap around his waist before you drop right down onto your knees. with a raised eyebrow, he huffs. “eh. should i even ask.”

“no,” you reply within a second. your voice inwas nothing but a pure trembly tune. your body . . it felt hot all over, some stupid pollen or whatever it was was responsible for your feral state. you were even smelling the definition of the word too. you were grateful he didn’t ask, alas instead—he crosses all of his arms before glancing down at you. pawing at his boxers to fall down, it comes down slowly. the wait was killing you as you glance at his huge hardened bulge preparing to be exposed. oh, you’re already drooling. you needed sukuna so bad, your thighs were already quaking. the air surrounding you both suddenly felt scorching and the minuscule goosebumps that reside amongst your skin felt even hotter. “i- i need a taste, ‘kuna. please.”

he hums in amusement. “oh? don’t let me stop you then, horny girl,” and an oversized hand grips onto the crown of your head. with a nod, he views as your eyes light up at the now hefty sight of his two flashy dicks. with a groan—he shudders once he gapes at your tongue and how it licks against the one near the front. “mhm, you little . . minx. good, take it then. enjoy your precious meal.”

sukuna’s in love with your mouth—with your tongue, you’re so sloppy and you just can’t help it.

running your sweet tongue along both areas of his dicks—every part, the base, the length, and even the sensitive frenulum—he groans loudly. it’s an almost roar that echoes through his chambers. both of his dicks which were visibly stacked amongst each other. one was in front while the other was in back. each were the same amounts of thick and broad. thickset and fucking heavy, you bob your head down against the first one until he shoots raw into your mouth within just a few minutes. “fuck, easy, e-easy,” he stammers, feeling you snake a hand against his neglected cock to stroke it, fondling with his heavyset balls.

hearing sukuna stutter does something to you. you couldn’t exactly describe it, but you wanted to hear more of it. his head tilts back slightly as his lips purse, preparing to click his tongue. “ugh, can’t handle you when you suck that good,” and he grabs you by the hair, making you return his lascivious gaze. “look at you. jus’ a cock drunken mess. got m-me,” and he deeply exhales. sukuna chokes on his own words, barely even able to finish his sentence.

you took so much out of him in such little time. truth be told, maybe this love curse whatever it was, was a good thing. spit races down both sides of your mouth as you happily keep his shaft warm into your tight throat. his cum was a lot, a bittery taste of his own lingers on your tongue before he cock taps against the roof of your mouth. if it wasn’t for you doing a simple trick with your fingers, you’d have gag. you wanted more, lathering your tongue against his tip with no shame—you then reach a hand down to play with your pulsing clit.

“mphm.” you mumble inaudibly, feeling him start to push your head further down. a chaffing smile goes against your mouth and he scoffs. you’re making him feel things. things he didn’t even know he could feel. sukuna’s cold heart significantly flutters at the sight of you. it flutters simply at how good you make him feel. it’s a feeling he didn’t want to stop. at least not yet.

“god, ‘m gonna cum again,” he inhales before exhaling lowly. as he does so, his chest collapses back in from his sigh before he’s now facefucking you. the curse’s thigh taps and clenches, muscles creating a flexion within the nerves stored inside before he sees you drooling for more. as the bobbing of your head’s tempo increases, he groans before making you stare dead into his eyes with a simple grip. “nasty girl. comin’ home just to slobber on my dick, look at that f-face, fuuuuck,” and the moment you end up making him cum for about the umpteenth time of the night, he’s embarrassed. face flushed, you’re switching between his dicks to give them both equal amounts of love before he moves you off from sucking him. “brat,” he glares, grabbing your chin as a few sloshing spurts of cum pour down your chin. sukuna then leans in to kiss you, his tongue tweaks against your lips and he tastes own arousal with no shame at all. shame never exists for a man like him—a cursed being like him. you moan, feeling a fang of his gently bite into your bottom lip before he pulls away. in a low, shaky tone, he grumbles. “wipe that smile off your face, woman. this isn’t o-over.”

☆ NANAMI KENTO

“my love?” nanami hoarsely pulls down the newspaper he was reading from his face. the glimmer of the g-shock he wore that wraps around his wrist ricochets against the chandelier hanging above the two of you. eyeing you closely, he leans back against his wooden rocking chair. “how was work? your boss take it easy on you today?”

“kento,” you breathe, getting right on his lap. you’re met with those same gentle fawn irises that’s captured your heart within an instant. a hand of his gently strokes against your waist before he watches you speak in such a needy way. “touch me— please, i want you so bad.”

nanami chortles lowly. “aw, i want you too honey.”

“no . . like, i want you,” and he sees how you’re glancing back at him with feral, blown pupils. nanami could tell how needy you were just from your tone and body language alone. he could never say no to you, his beloved wife. nanami knew you, and most importantly, he knew every inch of your body like the back of his hand . .

the moment he’s got you laid on your back, everything’s lost. it’s as if time comes to an abrupt stop. the moment you feel his thick cock ease it’s way into your cunt, you immensely swallow him whole. “so warm ‘n snug,” he whispers, bringing his lips toward your face to pepper various kisses against your skin. he’s so gentle with you, he always was. he cups your chin before giving you a deep kiss to distract you from the brief tang of you clamping onto him. “how . . do you feel? is this okay—?”

his low voice was so smooth—leisurely, he’s rocking his hips against you before he playfully nibbles near your chin. a hand of his intertwined with your fingers as he waits for your sweet response. “i- i feel hot,” you moan, throwing your arms around him. “more please, ‘ken. makes me throb when you touch me.”

nanami chuckles, a quick piston of his hips and your legs wrap around his slim waist. his cologne swarms around your nostrils before you whine again. you sound so pretty—melodious, each moan that escapes out of you sounds like a harmony within each lewdly musical moment that passes. “so the curse makes you more sensitive for me?” he coos against your neck, another free hand of his rubbing against your tummy. you’re just laid back, taking every appetizing inch of him and your eyes roll and roll to the very backs of your cranium. “my sweet girl,” and his voice—you could get off to it, you were already profusely pulsing from his deeply through strokes regardless. “i’ll touch every inch of this perfect body if it ‘cures’ you, mhm.”

his touch makes you more sensitive though. nanami was sensual, taking his time with you. his pace was not to fast or too slow. just right . .

his fat cock slowly jackhammers itself into you, irregular breaths sounding more and more jagged. as he’s talking you through it against the shell of your ear, you dig your fingertips into his back. as you run a hand down, you feel a tiny mole print against his skin. “kento, r- right there, riiiight there,” and you’re keeping the entirety of his waist hostage with your ankles. “cum in me, your cum’s gonna save me i think . . s-so, please.”

“you say such silly things sometimes, my sweet,” he whispers against your neck, giving it a long suck. you moan from his tongue flicking against the new mark he created before he’s quickening his hips just a tad bit. the bed creaks and sings, it’s as if it’s making a new mixtape with its noises. “but alright, if my baby wants me to fill her up so she can feel better, i’ll do that,” and before he shoots into you—he grabs your chin. “ah, but look at me though,” and he’s panting heavily, sepia-colored strands sticking against the sheet of sweat that goes against his forehead. “look at me. look into my eyes, wifey,” and he sneaks a kiss onto your trembling lips. thrusting into you at brimming speed, he groans. “atta girl, there she is,” he purrs at you, a thumb brushing against your quivering bottom lip. he looked at you as if he loved you, nanami was sweet but a secret filthy man at heart. only for you though. “wanna see that pretty face. think ‘m gonna give you a baby or two while ‘m at it, my love. f-fuck.”

☆ GOJO SATORU

“girl—could be a little nicer y’know,” gojo grumbles as you lightly flick him against his back onto the plump mattress. you were always no match for his unprovoked sass. with a teasing pout, he’s staring right back up at you as you straddle his chin. grabbing a fistful of his hair, you inch your pooling warm entrance against his face. “how do you even get struck by a ‘love’ curse anyway? thought that only happens in fan fiction, heh.”

“just shut up,” you moan, hovering over your boyfriend’s face. he was so pretty — just gawking at him alone had you going more feral. gojo’s eyes, they were always so ethereal looking. a bright blueish cerulean—almost a viridescent green with how it reflects against the bedroom light. “f-fuck, i want you to taste it so bad, ‘toru. want you.”

with an impish smile, he slides the side of your panties aside. “soooo, what are ya waitin’ for? let me eat this ‘curse’ out of you, angel.”

and the moment you plant your sopping wet cunt against his face, he’s ultimately determined to do so. gojo was a messy eater. it was really no denying it. you’re swiping your slick heat against his nose like a credit card and he eats it up everytime. drool pours from the corners of his mouth as he’s gripping your thighs with both hands. doughy padded thumbs of his pierce into your skin as you’re rutting against his face in rapturing pleasure. “like that baby, f-fuck.”

“go on—praise me some more,” he giggles, warm breath fanning against your entrance. your stomach caves and seizes in and out as you’re still moving all around. it doesn’t take long before your legs start to quaver. “call me a good boy, yeah.”

as much as you wanted to eye roll in the most dramatic way, you couldn’t.

you’ve got a firm grip into his white, snowy strands before giving it a solid yank. “g- good boy, ‘s good for me, ‘toru. think your tongue is working,” and your voice was so soft, its delivery was almost a mere whisper. gojo’s sucking against your clit, casually making out with it in such a sloppy way that’s he’s imitating a french kiss. you continuously pulse into his mouth, feeling him breath through his nose before he spanks your sensitive entrance. as he does such a thing, a splash of your own arousal goes onto his face. teasingly, he sticks out his tongue to lick it clean. “f-fuck.” you whine, and he starts to feel himself get hard. not from you calling him a good boy, but the view itself.

the view of you, riding his face, straddling him in such a sexy way makes him feel a raging hard on in his boxers.

oh, the way you were maintaining such eye contact.

so sensual, you use his face for your own pleasure, hearing your heartbeat arise at a more quick through your ears. the sharp edges of gojo’s teeth nibble playfully against your thighs before you whimper once he prods a lengthy finger inside. he’s located your g-spot just like that, immediately moaning aloud before his digit curls up into your gummy walls. “fuck, you’re so hot when you pull my hair, ‘s no fair,” and as you’re whimpering loudly, chewing on the skin of your arm—you end up finishing after a while.

the moment you do, you end up squirting a bit. it comes out in a tiny trickle—gojo’s face lights up as you’re struggling to keep your thighs open for him but he spreads them further apart for you anyway. “shit,” he exhales with a cunning grin, that smug expression you oh so desperately wanted to wipe off. “i didn’t know my girl was a squirter. maybe you should get struck by that love curse again,” and he licks against your pussy for a final time before spanking your folds. “let’s do that again. wanna get you real soaked tonight. i always like my girls messy.”

☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO

“no way you woke me up just so i could fuck you.” toji deadpans, bringing a hand towards the hair that sticks against his chest, scratching it for four long seconds. two arched brows of his curl into a furrow before he grunts. “i was havin’ a good ass dream too.”

“toji i’m gonna die,” you protest, tugging at his boxers. “i searched up the symptoms a- and it said that if i don’t do anything um— sexual related, ‘m gonna die within four hours.”

“oh boo,” he rolls his eyes, and you moan once you feel the roughness of his palm squeeze against your ass. toji pulls you close to him, so close that you could feel the heat of his body radiate against your own. so close that you could smell his natural manly scent. the strong manly musk, his scent alone had you throbbing right inside of your laced little panties. in a groggy voice, toji leans in to suck against your neck, earning out a mewling whimper from you. “fine, but don’t be surprised if i don’t let ya cum. my dream was really fuckin’ good.”

knowing toji—he was probably dreaming about being a millionaire, but anyway . .

he happily helps with your little issue by fucking you thoroughly into the sheets. harp hips of his penetrate into you again and again. you whine, bratty cacophonous whimpers spew out of your lips as you cling onto the milky, pale sheets. it’s probably been hours, the entire room has a candied aroma of pure desire and intimacy. toji groans as your cunt clamps against him tightly. two scarred hands of grab ahold of your waist before pressing it deeper against him. “mhm, ‘s it workin’ baby? needed a good fuck, baby?”

“y- yes,” you moan, strands of hair almost blinding your eyesight by how it continues to get in your face from the quick paced movement. skin against skin—skin tight. everything felt heavenly. toji’s husky pitched groans only makes you throb even more before he leans right up closer against your ass. “harder, fuck me, ‘toji. pleaseplease. make me cum.”

with his own heavy huffs of breath escaping, he gets all the way up close before raising a foot to press down against your head.

a shrieking gasp comes out of you at the angle. he’s buried so deep now that your pussy stings and smacks from his sack. his hefty sack that hangs. kissing his teeth, toji rolls his eyes back from how good you squeeze around him before groaning once more. “goddamn, y’er a little slut. wakin’ me up for dick, ‘oughta edge the shit out of ya,” and he grabs a nice amount of your hair, making you raise up. the soft, delicate wool of his sock still glides against your skin and you moan from his rude, overzealous tempo. “yeah? should the baby girl cum, or nah. personally, i‘d say no. you were bein’ a brat. 'love curse' my ass.”

you try to sit up but he only pushes you back down, your face smushed against your fluffed out pillow.

“nuh uh, sit the fuck back down,” he snarls, swatting a soft palm against your ass. you’re so close—you moan again as he deepens his hits. his rhythm that was once so decent was now sloppy and merciless. toji’s fat mushroom tip thwacks and thwacks against your clit so much that you could feel it’s delicious curve. it’s a tickling sensation if anything—but the last thing you were doing was laughing. as he tightens his grip a bit, resuming to rock his hips into you, he purrs against your ear in a throaty chuckle. “heh, oh so you can’t speak now? thought ya wanted me to go harder?”

“i- i do,” you try to explain, but it only forms into a sweet meaningless babble. “fuuuuck, ‘s good but take your foot off me, toji. your sock is um.. wet.”

“your sock is um wet,” he mocks you before lowering his foot. you cringe as he pitches his voice—you don’t even sound like that. as he’s still having you arched over, watching as you then hide your face into the crook of your elbow. with a final smack against your ass, he pulls out before letting off an offended, tch. “ungrateful ass.”

☆ GETO SUGURU

“rough day?” geto slyly smiles, watching you struggle to walk into his room. he locks his phone to get a good look at you. you’re heaving insane amounts of breaths, pant after pant squeezing out of your full lungs as if you’d just got down with a marathon. “aw, let me guess. that love curse again? baby, you really gotta stop gettin’ yourself in these positions. it’s silly.”

“suguru,” you whine, collapsing right into his lap. the way you flop onto him was so cute—you’re met with a smug grin and dark, inky eyes that’s taking in all of your features. always so pretty. he smells so good, it’s driving you crazy. “wanna ride you.”

“you always ride me,” he strokes your chin, staring into your eyes lovingly. his hair was pinned into a unkempt yet attractive ponytail. geto gingerly wraps a hand around your throat before whispering against your lips. “so it is that lust curse again, isn’t it? careful. startin’ to think you’re doing this on purpose just to ride me, pretty girl.”

it works every time though—because within minutes later, you’re riding geto on the plump sofa. he was trying to multitask, trying to send an important email but your hips always snapped him back to reality. eventually, his phone slips out of his hand. geto groans at the way your rhythm’s got him in such a chokehold. you’re unhinged, playing with your tits right in front of him that he can’t help but feel against your soft mounds himself.

“s-shit,” he hisses, your body forever an image embedded in his mind that he couldn’t erase. your pussy squelches against his cock and you feel him reach such deep angles all at once. his girth was enough to make your mouth salivate with slippery saliva. mouthwatering, the upward curve of geto’s dick has you going stupid, you’re whining constantly before you lightly shove him back against the cushioned furniture. “slow down, you’re gonna make me c-cum quick, baby, goddamn.”

perhaps your hips alone were the enemy all along, you’re barely giving him a chance to breathe and it turns him onever more. how feral you were—he could see how blown and needy your pupils were. as you wrap your arms around him, still jerking your hips forward, you pull him into a deep, passionate kiss. geto groans right into your mouth, it’s guttural. playfully, you twirl a finger around his hair as you’re fucking him. geto’s hand placement was against your hips, long pretty lashes fluttering every few seconds before he gasps. “baby,” he huffs, a slippery strand of spit leaving your lips as he tugs away. with half-lidded eyes and a flushed face, he moans again, yet this time it’s louder, a bit more pitchy. “i’m gonna c- cum, shit your hips is gonna kill me.“

“don’t waste it p- please,” you plead into his ear, the soft breaths of your voice that exit from your throat makes his dick twitch inside you. you’re still grinding against him, the tempo was so speedy that it gives geto whiplash. he was truly witnessing his life flash before his eyes—all thanks to your precious pussy, featuring your crazed hips. he hardly doesn’t know where to roam his hands—but they remain glued to your waist, attempting to guide you closer. “inside, sugu. spill it ‘n me, make a mess.”

groaning—his head tosses itself back in rapture as he falls into his lewd, anticipated embrace. he’s feeling hot and warm just like you. the warmth your pussy provided him makes him bite his lip.

“fuck, fuck, f-fuuuuck,” he swears once you suddenly pick your hips back up. after a few seconds once you gradually slow down—he’s shooting a warm load of cum into you. so gooey, it fills you to the brim and you slow down finally, still swaying against him to make sure it’s fully plugged full. it pours into you all at once, a whopping amount of seed that’s so much that it oozes between the crevices of your thighs. you rode geto so good that he doesn’t even notice the sofa had ended up collapsing. the sound was short and concise—he’s moaning once you wrap a hand around his throat, feeling the vibrations of his grunts go against your fingertips. “phew,” he swallows, still dumping a good amount of ropy amounts inside before he goes limp against the couch. geto still has your hips in place before he’s gasping for short collected breaths. with glossy eyes, he notices your needy smug grin, not showing one ounce of fatigue. “again, huh? fuck, let me catch my breath first baby, you’re fuckin’ dangerous.”

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Kento likes squishing your boobs while he works. They keep his stress under control, it's so easy to reach out and squeeze them, like his own personal stressballs.

Zoom call? You're seated between his legs on the floor, shirt off, as he squeezes and kneads the fat and pulls your nipples, trying hard to control your noises as he talks.

Working on a report? You're seated on the desk, body bent at an angle so that he can suckle your tits while he types.

He's drunk on your boobs that it's almost become a rule that if he's working from home, you're expected to be topless. Which you don't mind. You love being his stress relief.

And once the calls are done? Well thanks to all that playing, you're now wet and ready for him, and he sinks his aching cock into your eagerly awaiting heat, groaning how good you are for him and he doesn't know what he'd do without you.

He's grateful for you being in his life, and for being so ready to share your pussy and tits whenever he needs it.

[msbyslilbimbo]

lol doms never skip of aftercare with your subs bc that’s cruel and mean of you buttttttt

Mean!daddy Nanami who skips aftercare bc you cum too early is on my mind 24/7 ://

Theres a vibrator circling on your clit and three fingers pounding roughly on the plush walls of your cunt, occasionally with the heel of his palm smacking against your clit in addition to the vibrator. It’s too much, way too much, and your thighs draped over his tremble and your face contorts, and even though he warns you “don’t cum, don’t you fucking dare cum,” you can’t help it. You cum hard, creaming on his thick fingers that still almost instantly.

Through your blurry eyes, you watch his face in the mirror go from indifference, to shock, to rage, as his eyes glare down at you, only to meet in the mirror as he huffs out a hot breath through his nose.

“Daddy-“

“No,” he snaps, throwing the toy to the side and grabbing you off of his lap so he can stand. Your wobbly legs merely plop you down on the wooden chair he was in. The chair is hot from his body and you curl on it to try and get some form of comfort on it. “When I tell you to not fucking cum, that is a command, not an option.”

“Im sorry,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I… it just-“

“‘It just, it just’- nothing,” he mocks, and you feel your eyes sting with tears, not used to such a reaction from him. “I have no desire to waste my time on brats who won’t listen to me.” He wipes his hand on the handkerchief in his pocket, and you pout up at him. “Don’t give me that look, you brat.”

“Please, don’t be mean, I’m-“

His head immediately whips towards you, and you bite your tongue to try and silence yourself from the rest of the words that want to tumble out. His chest rises and falls in fury, and you curl deeper in on yourself to hide your naked body on itself. “Yeah. Good idea stopping that sentence. Anything else from that whore mouth?” You don’t say or do anything, merely looking down at your legs. “That’s what I thought. I’m going back to work. Do not be a nuisance.”

He leaves. He leaves you there, clammy and trembling and cradling yourself, and you can’t help but blink a line of tears out. How could he be so mean? How could he leave you like this?

With shaky legs you get up and shamble your way to the bathroom, turning on the water to wash yourself clean of his words. It starts off too cold, but when you turn it up, it’s too hot, not like when Kento does it and it’s perfect right off the bat. You step in and let the water run down your body, shriveling up at the feeling on your overstimulated skin. You run your loofa filled with soap over your body, trying to scrub the past few minutes off of you. When it doesn’t work, you shut the shower off and wrap yourself in a fluffy towel, wiping your tears with the edge before making your way back to the bedroom. You slip on a bathrobe and slowly make your way to the kitchen. No food is appealing, the idea of water makes you retch, but they’re all steps in Kento’s usual aftercare, and that’s all you’re trying to repeat.

You choke down three slices of an orange and half a glass of water before going back to the bedroom, slipping under the covers and letting sleep overcome you.

You’re out for who knows how long until you feel the bed dip slightly, startling you awake. When you panic, a big hand lays on your shoulder, “shhh, it’s just me. Don’t fret.”

His words drip like honey but they’re sour, and you don’t say anything as he settles on the bed next to you, pressing kisses to the back of your neck and temple.

“Im sorry,” he whispers, pressing his lips into your shoulder, which heaves under his affection. “I never should’ve left you like that. Ever. I’m sorry.” You don’t say anything. But you tense under his touch as he rubs his big hands over your arms, “you smell sweet… I’m proud that you showered yourself, baby. I know that must’ve been so tiring for you. Did you eat? How about some water?”

Again, you say nothing. He sighs and sits up, you hear the moving of fabric being moved then tossed to the floor. You think he’s almost given up, but instead, you feel the blankets move and his body slip under them, wrapping you tightly in his arms and pulling you to his chest. You squirm and fight for a bit, but he does feel good. You stop fighting him and let him press his chest against your back, arms wrapping around you and lips pressing kisses to your head. “Won’t you look at me, dolly? Like we always do with skin to skin? Please?”

His voice is soft and alluring, like a sirens, and you try to hold your resolve and stay mad at him, but you can’t, and you slowly turn your body around to face him, face burrowing into the pillow as your eyes stay casted down onto his big chest. Fingers gently tickle up and down your back, and you sniffle again at the affection.

He’s trying to win you back. That’s it. You should be mad at him. You should never let him touch you again. You should never let him have the chance to hurt you again-

“Don’t cry,” he whispers, pulling you in as you do, tears slipping down your cheeks and onto the pillow. You let him hug you closer and shush you softly. “Don’t cry. I’m so sorry, baby…

“I’ll never do that again.”

[abcdbleh]

thinking about throat training with nanami 😩😩😩 after a long day of work he knows his pretty wife is waiting at home to please him :(( but imagine you can't deep throat him so he sits in his favourite reading chair while his wife kneels down with a pillow supporting her knees,he's just so patient always petting you when you gag or choke on his thick girth, hes just a loving patient man with a wifey who doesn't know she's being edging him for the past hour cause she can't get his whole dick down her throat he just wants to hold out on her cause she doesn't have the experience he does so everyday she gets on her knees to please this god of a man and kento lets her do whatever she wants to him to make her happy

[omitea]

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅*𝐂𝐊 .ᐟ

꒰ ft. ꒱ fwb! gojo, geto, nanami. pt. 1

꒰ content. ꒱ fwb. highly suggestive. fem! reader. roommate! geto. coworkers w nanami. no smut, but tagged due to suggestiveness rate. do not look at me. i will hide. proofread? idk.

꒰ note. ꒱ putting it in two parts bc sleepy yk. bon appétit.

♯ G. SATORU was the one who jokingly came up with the idea, slightly sulking about how both of you are single. so, you only added more to that specific idea of his. and if he knew how good it felt to be so close to you, getting the opportunity to be deep inside you occasionally, he would’ve suggested it a long time ago. he tries to convince himself that this is what he wanted— to just continue being friends while tending to each other’s needs. but the way you desperately clung to him and squeeze around him, made it almost impossible for him to keep his confession at the tip of his tingling tongue. daring to spill as he continues to roll his hips just right. though, he prefers to settle for drowning out your pretty moans for now with each thrust. hoping that you can at least feel how bad he truly wants you.

♯ G. SUGURU was surprisingly quite the opposite in comparison to his appearance. you often felt his sharp eyes linger a tad bit too much on your form, almost burning your skin if he had the ability to do so. pressing a bit too hard against the plush of your ass when he needed to grab something from the cupboard, or staring a bit too long whenever you bend over to pick something up. and truthfully, it wasn’t that shocking when he made up an excuse to sleep in your bed on some random night. which somehow led to your thighs cradling his face— nails digging in the headboard as his tongue does wonders. the feeling of a cold metal bud sending shivers down your spine, along with the shaking of your legs. his muffled groans only made you wanna grind harder if that was even possible. he made you feel so good with every move the warm muscle did, which only deserved to be returned with a reward.

♯ K. NANAMI was rather stunned when you offered to ‘relieve’ his stress. it only left him contemplating whether or not he should take it. and deciding on going with it, he must’ve been a liar if he were to say he didn’t feel a slight ounce of shame. but yet the feeling of your plump lips wrapped around him was what kept him going on most evenings when he had to work overtime. biting his lips to suppress his deep groans as you work him up from under his desk— somehow growing harder at the thought of being caught with his beloved little coworker. the sight of your bleary eyes looking up at him almost makes him grab your throat and shove it further down. he can’t help but think that maybe he should hurry and make you his instead, and show everyone where all the motivation comes from.

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A Night in a Hotel Room with Miguel and Nanami🏩🛎️🖤

Miguel O'Hara x Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: your boyfriend Miguel, decides one night of sharing you with his co-worker can't hurt. Word count 5.4k 🖤

A/N: LMAOO creating my own happiness w this one. Do people write crossover fanfics anymore? Fuck it lol.

CW: MINORS DNI, CROSSOVER FANFIC, ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, SMUT (PROTECTED P IN V, THREESOME, CUM EATING, THIGH RIDING, NIPPLE PLAY, SPANKING, ORAL M AND F RECEIVING, FINGERING, LITTLE BIT OF DEGRADATION PRAISE, ORGASM, VOYEURISM) some jealousy, insecurity, little possessiveness

@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer

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Your boyfriend glowers at the tall blonde who's returning his stare with an equally cool expression, maybe with the slightest undertone of smugness. A very faint amusement at the prospect of getting under the man's skin. 

Tonight was a planned sinful encounter at some random five star hotel downtown, and the arrangement was anything but wholesome. 

Miguel really can't believe he's allowing this. Is it weird that deep deep down, the idea of watching another man fuck you and reduce you to a whimpery mess kind of sends a little pulse of excitement through his body? 

Something really sensual and and filthy about the voyeuristic component of what's about to happen. He can't help but bite his lip at the thought.

But wait, you're his. His body betraying his mind once again. 

Nanami's deep brown eyes are studying Miguel, staying locked on him as he brings the shallow glass to his lips, a small hollow sound and clinking of ice as he sips the bourbon, exhaling gruffly with the fire that burns his throat. Awkward silence painting the grand suite once more. 

You're in the bathroom pacing anxiously, your sweet boyfriend and this handsome mystery man of the night waiting for you in the bedroom. You bite your lip, messing with the pink satin nightgown you're wearing, a million thoughts fighting for the dominant spot in your brain as you do several 360s, making sure your hair is right, the makeup you're wearing is highlighting your face in the way it should, even practicing your bedroom eyes and your expressions you'd make when you're arching your back in pleasure, making sure your lips, which are coated in your favorite shiny gloss, are making the perfect O. 

You can tell that you're taking forever, the silence from the other room says it all too well. Don't be a coward. It's just a little night of fun with Miguel and his co-worker. No big deal. No pressure for anything else after this. 

It's just one night....

You turn, opening the bathroom door, making your grand entrance. 

Both men's attention immediately flickers to you. 

Your eyes find Miguel's first, his chest falling slowly with the soft exhale he breathes out at the sight of you. You're a damn goddess in your simple nightgown. He feels a rush of desire at the sight of your lips, the shadow of your nipples that brush up against the silky fabric, the outline faintly visible from where he's sitting. 

You feel a sense of calm and familiarity as you gaze back into the eyes of your boyfriend, reminding you that you are safe. He would've never agreed to this if he wasn't absolutely sure you'd be in good hands the entire time. He's doing this solely for your pleasure, just wanting you to walk away from this experience satiated and happy. He'd bring the world to your feet if you asked. 

You look over at Nanami whose heart rate has steadily begun to increase. When Miguel approached him about tonight, he was not fucking kidding when he said you were drop dead gorgeous. Stunning, even. 

Nanami can't help but allow his eyes to slink all over this body of yours he gets to fuck tonight. His lips parting ever so slightly and wetness pooling in his mouth, practically salivating at every dip and curve in your figure. 

Plush thighs, soft tits, a pair of voluptuous hips, and the very slight pudge of your tummy gracefully accentuated by your little satin nightgown. The mustard glow of the dim lights in the bedroom made you all the more alluring. 

Miguel notices Nanami's intrigue and obvious visual undressing he's currently committing with his eyes, clearing his throat loudly, trying to brush off the sting of jealousy coursing in his veins.

"We should discuss the rules."

Nanami raises a quizzical brow, setting his bourbon glass on the coaster, bringing his ankle to rest on his opposite knee, leaning back in his chair, his muscles framed deliciously in his navy button down shirt.

You feel a warmness in between your thighs at the sight of your temporary lover that Miguel is sharing you with tonight. He's very handsome, slightly less taller than Miguel, but still built and very muscular like he was, those golden locks combed and styled neatly on his head and those deep eyes a warm silky chestnut that clutched such an innate seriousness about them yet gripped you with beckoning invitation. There was a sophisticated and gentlemanly air he possessed that was quite difficult to resist.

"I'm listening." Nanami answers, his attention now turned to Miguel. His voice is low and soothing. His tone is patient. It's a little unsettling how starkly similar this Nanami is to Miguel. They give off comparable vibes, both rather stoic at first yet demonstratively gentle if you delved a little deeper underneath their hardened surface. 

"Wear a condom. And, if she says no, you stop immediately." Miguel says firmly. 

"Of course." Nanami answers, nodding his head. "Anything else?" 

Miguel pauses, scanning his mind quickly for anything he forgot to mention.

"No kissing her on the lips." He says. He's already pushing himself way out of his comfort zone, but seeing you lock lips with another man might be too much. Way too intimate, he thought. A kind of soulbond that was only reserved for him and him only. 

Nanami raises an eyebrow at this, but doesn't protest. Kind of specific but understandable. Miguel is the one calling the shots and who set up this whole arrangement after all. If he's willing to share this absolute angel with him, he'll abide by the rules.

"Is there anything else, before we get started?" Nanami inquires, his tone still calm but an edge of impatience in it that he didn't quite cover up this time.

Miguel detects it too, a little bit of red rushing to his cheeks, clearing his throat again. "N-No." He shakes his head, his leg starting to bob a little anxiously. "No...I will let you know if there is. You can go ahead." 

Nanami nods, looking at you. His lips twitch into a polite smile, honey lacing his tone. "I'm Nanami Kento." He says, introducing himself. "What's yours?" 

Your breath is caught in your chest momentarily, your cheeks hot to the touch as you answer him in what you hope is a confident manner. 

Nanami nods, letting the melodious sound of your name and your voice sink in. "I like that..." He says softly, his eyes gently raking over your form. "You're beautiful." 

The heat in your body burns a little hotter, feeling yourself get dizzy as the anticipation and flattery from this gorgeous man start to go to your head.

"Thank you..." You flash him a shy, gorgeous smile. 

Nanami licks his lips. Miguel's eyes dart back and forth between the two of you, the jealousy a little uncomfortable for him at this point. He loudly clears his throat again. "Who do you want first?" 

"Um-" 

You hesitate, biting your lip. Nanami gives you a reassuring smile. 

"I won't be offended." He says sincerely. "If you want to go to him first since that's who you're most comfortable with, I completely understand." 

Miguel nods, gulping down the lump in his throat. "Exactly." His crimson eyes jump back to you. "It's all about you tonight, baby. Whatever you want." 

You take a deep breath, the mystery and allure of Nanami is pretty intriguing. The main point of tonight was to explore what another man fucking you could feel like; if he could make you feel as good as Miguel could. You feel yourself being pulled in his direction, yet you still hesitate, not wanting to hurt your darling boyfriend's feelings. 

Miguel's face falls a little bit when he sees you inch a little closer to Nanami. Nanami scoots forward where he's sitting, gesturing for you to sit on his lap.

 

"Come here, lovely girl..." 

Miguel growls a little bit when you sit on Nanami's lap, straddling his thigh. Nanami raises his eyebrow again, his face a little unamused at Miguel's apparent inability to reconcile his feelings, despite his insistence over and over that he wouldn't get jealous.

"I want to get her ready." Miguel insists. 

Nanami tsks, running his hands up and down your bare arms, his body getting warm at the contact and the feeling of your pussy throbbing through your lacy thong on his thigh. "Think she's made up her mind..." 

"Babe..." You call over to him. 

Miguel's demeanor softens a little bit, slightly ashamed at letting himself get worked up. Miguel retracts for now, grumbling under his breath, sitting back down. He feels his cock twitch in his pants when you release a little whine. 

Nanami's leaned forward, his mouth locked around your left tit, the thin strap of your nightgown loose in his hand as he brought it down, holding it against your arm, his grip tightening slightly as he concentrates on pouring as much tenderness as he can as he works his tongue all around your areola and tickling your nipple. 

"Mmm...." Nanami grunts softly against your squishy flesh, letting his other hand rub and caress all up and down your body as he indulges in your lovely tits. You smell and feel amazing. His eyes watch you gently loll your head back, smirking when he feels you start to hump against his thigh. 

"Yeah...." Nanami groans, a low purr in his throat. "There you go...." He stops sucking your tit momentarily to grip your hips, letting his hands follow your movements as you rock yourself in steady rhythm over his thigh. 

"Fffuck..." He moans quietly, the abrupt cursing coming from this dapper man makes you bite your lip at the sultry effect you have on him. 

His lips part as he remains hypnotized on the graceful bounce of your breasts as you ride his thigh. 

"Making yourself feel good, baby?"

"Mmm-mhmm..." You manage to squeak out, eyebrows furrowed as you feel the muscles of his strong thigh ripple, providing you with the friction you were so needing. 

"Such a good girl..." Nanami whispers. 

Miguel freezes, not sure what to do. He feels the blood rushing to his cock at your little moans and whimpers, the sight of you riding another man's thigh, using him to get off. 

Even though he's still hating that it's not him underneath you, he's becoming entranced by your reaction, almost like he's having an out of body view of what you look like when he's the one doing all these things to you.

He gulps and clenches his fists, the red in his cheeks hard to ignore as Nanami now has you turned around, still seated on his lap on the wet spot that has now started to form on his thigh.

Nanami lays an open mouthed kiss on your neck as his hands dance to your panties, pulling the lacy thong to the side, working the soft pads of his fingers into the already soaked arousal before he slips a thick finger inside, making you whine. 

Nanami groans into your neck, letting that finger wiggle slowly inside of you in broad circles, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit.

"Shh..." He soothes as he adds another finger, causing another desperate whine to escape you, slightly pained from the stretch. 

"Nanami...." You moan, starting to buck your hips into his fingers once you adjust to it, greedy for some semblance of fucking as you grow more impatient for his cock, your head resting on his shoulder as he pumps his fingers in and out of you while stimulating your clit. He's almost a little too fucking good at this. 

Nanami gives a little chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to your throat. "That's it, baby...knew you could take it..." He's hard as a rock by now, but he's adamant on making you cum at least once on his fingers. 

Still, his temptation of riling himself up as well is too hard to ignore, the way you're so cutely whining, how sensitive you are and desperate he's got you just off his fingers alone. He can't wait to see what you look like when you finally take his cock. 

"Nanami..." Your breathing starts to pick up, heat in your belly pooling rather quickly. You moan louder, eyes rolling back in your head, starting to squirm from the pleasure that's now running rampant, its intensity almost a little too much for you. 

Nanami locks you in place, sensing your discomfort and using his free hand to intertwine with yours, holding it tightly over your chest while he continues slowly bringing you to orgasm with the other. 

"I know," he whispers. 

"Nanami..." 

"M'right here, darling..." 

"Nanami, Nanami..." 

"Yes baby?" 

"It's so much..." 

"Mmm...but you love it right....?" 

"Yeah..." 

"Feels good....?" 

"Mmm fuck, yeah..." 

"God…” He tenderly kisses your neck. “Let yourself feel good, baby….I'm right here." He moans, the deep sound all too sinful and luscious in your ear. "Cum for me, sweetheart."

"Nanami!" You cry out, Nanami smirks as you leak all over his hands, your warm love completely soaking his lap. 

Miguel doesn't give a fuck anymore, he's standing up, dress pants at his feet, his white dress shirt halfway unbuttoned, the collar of his white tank top underneath soaked in his sweat, his chest muscles visible where the sweat makes the garment transparent, clinging to his skin, angrily pumping his cock, his jaw falling open at the sight in front of him.

Miguel clenches his fist and winces at the ache in his balls from trying to ease some of the burning desire without his own orgasm coming too quickly. 

The only places he'd like his cum tonight is on you or inside of you, nowhere else, leading him to inadvertently edge himself during this whole encounter. 

 You lock eyes with your lover across the room, calling sweetly for him. "Miggy..." 

Miguel practically leaps at the sound, crossing the room rapidly to answer his beautiful girl. 

Nanami presses one more kiss to your cheek. "Thank you, honey..." 

Miguel gently holds your throat as he crashes his lips to yours, letting the kiss linger for several moments as he wastes no time letting his tongue slide inside your mouth and his hands massaging your tits. 

Nanami grunts, sliding his pants and boxers off the rest of the way, his hardened cock springing free as he lays down on the king sized bed, biting his lip as he strokes it, watching the heated makeout session between you and Miguel. 

"Think you could help me out, beautiful?" He calls over to you. 

You look up at Miguel, who nods, a little gruff in his throat. "Come on." 

Nanami smiles, manspreading his muscular legs apart a little bit for you as he watches you slide off your panties, Miguel pulling your nightgown over your head and off your body, leaving you completely bare. 

Miguel gets naked too, letting his eyes wander all over you, doing so as if he has a fresh set of eyes. 

You straddle Nanami in the reverse cowgirl position, Miguel in front of you softly caressing your cheek as he looks down at you, hardened cock in his fist that he's slowly started to pump. 

Nanami gently takes you by the hips, guiding you over his length that now has a condom. He grunts as your wet pussy makes contact, all of your arousal he brought out of you moments earlier making you nice and wet for him, allowing his tip to slide in with minimal resistance. 

You gasp, pressing your face a little harder against Miguel's hand, Miguel lets his thumbs run over your cheeks in encouragement as you try to adjust to Nanami's staggering length. He's not as thick as Miguel, but the length of his cock makes up for it entirely at 10 inches. It's not even a quarter of the way in and you can already tell it'll be a challenge fitting him in. 

"Aahh.... shit..." You whine. Miguel's cock starts leaking precum from your expression. 

"You're doing good, baby." Miguel hums softly, making you look up at him. 

Nanami grunts below you, his grip tightening on your hips as he bobs you a little lower on his cock. You gasp loudly at the intrusion. 

"Shh..shhh..." Miguel's eyes are half lidded, loving watching you take Nanami's cock a little too much. The way you're gasping and your eyebrows are knitting together, your pretty lips falling open but the way your expression gradually melts as you let yourself give in to Nanami, taking even more of his cock. The scene is too hot. 

"Doing okay, darling...?" Nanami moans as he bottoms out, setting a sensual pace as he rolls his hips underneath you, keeping his cock buried all the way inside your warm cunt, biting his lip at the sight of your plump ass spread so nicely over his cock.

"You take me beautifully sweetheart..."

You coo sweetly in response, your head hazy with pleasure from Nanami buried so fucking deep inside you combined with Miguel's angelic face staring adoringly down into yours as he cups your pretty face in his hands. "Feels good, baby?" Miguel asks softly. 

"So good..." You breathe out delicately as Miguel slowly drags down your bottom lip. 

"Yeah, she's loving this….being used like such a good little slut..." Nanami groans. 

"Mmm yeah.....filthy girl, you…So damn naughty..." Miguel smirks down at you, giving you the one on purpose that's sexy as hell as he shoves his cock back inside your mouth, much to your delight. 

He's never let anyone else see this side of him. Never thought he'd commit a sin as dirty as this, sharing his pretty little girlfriend with another man, but seeing you getting all spread and stretched out on top of Nanami's cock while Miguel's cock is ramming your throat, all bets are off.  

"God, she's tight, Miguel..." Nanami chuckles, fucking you a little more roughly, enjoying your breathy mewls and how he's forcing you to choke on Miguel's cock with every violent jut of his hips.

"Such a heavenly pussy...can't believe he's kept it all to himself...." Nanami mutters. He spanks you hard, making you yelp and drool all over Miguel's cock. 

Miguel groans, taking you by the back of your head, his abs shiny with sweat, his eyes completely overblown with lust as he methodically thrusts his hips, not plunging quite so deep this time, giving your throat a little mercy as he enjoys the slick, warm wetness of your cheeks instead as he envelops his cock in them over and over again. 

"I'm close..." Miguel whispers, holding your face as he continues to fuck your mouth. "You're amazing..." 

Nanami thrusts even harder, drilling his cock upwards into you, the staggering length nudging your cervix making you shut your eyes, your tits bouncing violently. 

Nanami's cock grazes a sweet spot that particularly makes your toes curl underneath you. Nanami senses it too when he feels your warm cunt clench tighter around him. 

"Oh, right there?" He purrs, angling himself to hit it with perfect precision. 

You moan loudly in affirmation, mouth still stuffed with Miguel's cock. Nanami smirks as he lays another hard spank to your ass in response. 

"Mmm...feels so fucking good to me too..."

Miguel grunts, his cock plunging into your throat more harshly now, as he drags himself closer and closer to the brink. He brings a hand to one of your tits, tweaking the nipple as you babble on his cock, Nanami still harshly fucking you underneath. 

"Gonna swallow f'me?" Miguel whispers, licking his lips as he relishes how gorgeous you look like this. Pretty lips hugged snugly around his cock. He's definitely taking a mental picture for later. 

You nod, moaning at the taste of him as you salivate around your boyfriend's thick length, the ridges and curve of his cock you've ridden countless times still just as tantalizing as the first time he fucked you with it, the familiarity making it very easy to fantasize about it easing in and out of your warm cunt, causing you to wet and grip even tighter at the thought, much to Nanami's pleasure. 

Nanami's head whips back against the pillow as he thrusts his cock to the deepest depth he's reached all night, his back arching and a strong grip on your hips with his large hands as he unloads inside of you. The volume of his cum so thick that a little starts to trickle down the bottom of the condom, a soft chuckle in his throat and another bite of his lip at the sight of his soaked cock being slowly pulled from your weeping cunt. 

Miguel cums inside your mouth, panting heavily as he coaxes his shaft greedily, globes of crimson searing with passion to get every last drop unloaded in your pretty throat. A couple tears run down your face, lightly smudging your mascara a little bit which Miguel chases away with soft kisses, praising you for how well you did. 

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The bed shifts a little bit as Nanami gets up, grunting as he removes the condom and uses a clean towel from the bathroom to clean himself while Miguel holds you against his chest, your bare skin trading warmth against each other as you recover. 

Nanami walks over, laying down on the bed, but not before leaning forward, planting a gentle kiss on your shoulder. "You were incredible, darling." 

You hum in appreciation, reaching out to lay a hand on Nanami's thigh, your thumb softly swiping against his skin while Miguel continues to cradle your head against his chest. 

Nanami covers your hand with his own, looking up at Miguel. "Should we give her a proper thanks after being so good for us...?" 

Miguel hums, his jealousy from earlier mostly evaporated from all the passion that just took place, pulling back from his embrace a little to look at you, a soft gaze of adoration seeping from his eyes as he slowly nods his head. 

"Definitely..." He smirks as he brings your face closer to his, giving you a soft peck before gently reclining you backwards. 

"Miguel?" Your mind is still quite cloudy, body totally spent and a faint soreness starting to make itself known between your thighs after Nanami fucked you so hard. 

Nanami allows you to lay backwards against him, your upper body cradled comfortably against his chest. He nuzzles his nose against the crook of your neck, littering it in little kisses as he gently eases your legs open for Miguel, your fucked out pussy spread so nicely in front of him like dessert.

"Just relax, angel..." Nanami murmurs in your ear.

Your thighs ache and you feel a chill as the cool air of the hotel room hits your glistening cunt. Miguel groans at the sight, feeling his cock twitch, begging to come back to life already at the sexy sight of you laying so prettily against Nanami. 

Nanami nips at your earlobe, slightly squeezing it between his teeth as his large calloused hands find your breasts once more, hugging them entirely with his warm palms. 

You moan softly, letting your body completely relax against him, his strong frame cradling you protectively as he focuses on your breasts, starting to tenderly roll the buds between his fingertips, making your back arch on instinct, drawing your legs apart even wider. 

Miguel's mouth waters, leaning down his head to dive in your waters, his tongue lapping and pressing in intentional circular movements as he explores your folds, the smell of sex from earlier leaving you with a particularly delicious taste down there on his tongue, one beefy muscular arm locking around your thigh, followed by the other cementing you in place. 

You cry out loudly, the warm massage of Miguel's tongue on your sore pussy and Nanami's hands caressing your breasts already skyrocket you to a dizzying state of mind, the level of pleasure at this point already overwhelming after the abuse your body already endured. 

Miguel and Nanami seem to take note of this. Miguel slows down his tongue, making his licks more soft and gentle, coaxing your pussy in more of a tease, a notch down from a moment earlier when he was already going for the full mile.

Nanami's voice soothes you in your ear, his hands kneading and softly pushing your breasts together, then gently apart in a comfortable rhythm, easing away from the ultra sensitive spots and focusing on humming sweet words of praise and a comfortable massage on your tits. He lets their weight linger in his hands as a form of worship, groaning as he feels his cock start to harden yet again against your bare lower back. Everything about you is so bewitching. It's been too long since Nanami's got to enjoy making love to a body as heavenly as yours tonight. 

"You're beautiful like this....just stunning, sweetheart...." Nanami coos in your ear. "Been such a good girl all night...you enjoying yourself, my dear?" 

"Nanami..." 

"'S'right..." Nanami purrs. "I like hearing you moan my name..." he makes his lips supple and messy against your neck, adorning it with more tingling kisses. 

Miguel is completely pussy drunk, his tongue lazily prodding in and out between your sensitive lips, dipping slightly into your cunt without plunging in entirely, coating itself with your arousal, savoring the taste you're dripping into his mouth with every wet flick. 

At the sound of your moans from Nanami, Miguel is eager to get your attention again, burying his face in your cunt, the tip of his nose nuzzling against your clit as his tongue laves all along your velvety walls, squelching noises and a low groan from Miguel's throat as his tongue repeatedly fucks you, gripping your thighs silently as a reminder of who you actually belong to once the night is over. 

Nanami chuckles, hearing you groan even louder, shushing you as he leaves his lips pressed tenderly against your temple as he holds you, letting Miguel take the spotlight this time, subtly stroking his cock with his free hand while he kneads your breasts and holds you against his body with the other. 

"Miguel..." You moan out, grinding against his face. 

Miguel groans in response, starting to hump against the bed as he gently bobs his head, his tongue doing all sorts of figure eights on your pussy, graciously and eagerly dining on you as a thank you for such a sexy night, for being such a good girl, taking his friend's cock so well and swallowing him down your throat. 

His tongue focuses on your sweet puffy clit, your grip on his hair clamped down but not hard enough to dissuade him from his mission to make you cum all over his face. He's too cocky to let Nanami be the only one walking away from this with your cum all over him. 

Nanami strokes himself to the sight in front of him, watching this man lap up your pussy and your pretty moans you're making just for him and Miguel, joining in the chorus with his own low moans directly in your ear with more wet reassuring trails of kisses all along your neck. "So good baby...you're close, aren't you, beautiful..." 

"Miguel..." You whimper.  

"Let him make you cum, baby..." Nanami purrs, locking you in an iron grip against him. "I've got you."

The sounds in the darkened room are the lowly moans and groans from all three of you, yours breathy and rising higher and higher in pitch, wet noises coming from the sloppy mess between Miguel's tongue and your warm cunt, and Nanami stroking his cock faster and faster. 

You're sweaty, body overwhelmed from this pleasure that's being injected into you from multiple angles, sandwiched between these two gorgeous men, just about every dirty fantasy you had unfolding right before your eyes as you let them use and enjoy your body, letting them rack your senses with a pleasure so fierce like you've never been fucked so damn deliciously in your entire life. 

You practically scream as you squirt all over Miguel's pretty face, his breath caught in his throat as your juices paint his chiseled features, a satisfied grin and throaty chuckle from deep in his chest as he sits back on his heels on the bed, his large cock erect, dark happy trail and hairy chest still shiny with sweat from his endurance, licking up your climax you so generously made just for him. 

Nanami cums a second time as well, thick white ropes squirting in his hand, a small spurt accidentally hitting you in your back.

"God...." He pants, the oxygen in his lungs gradually replenishing as he gives you one more kiss on your temple. "Thank you, beautiful...." He stands up once again to clean himself off in the bathroom. 

Miguel scoots forward to catch you again, laying you back on the pillows as he can't resist smothering you in more heated kisses. 

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Nanami is fully dressed, the sounds of you and Miguel making out passionately on the bed are coming through the closed bathroom door. Nanami's cock slightly twitches at the sound, but he's exhausted. Tonight was more than plenty, better than he could have even imagined, but now it was time to head home. 

Still, if you and Miguel ever wanted to do this in the future, he's more than happy to oblige. No, it wouldn't be an obligation in the slightest. He hopes that if Miguel ever thought of sharing you again, he's the only other man who would have the privilege of filling those shoes. Nanami drapes his tie around his shoulders with a sigh as he begins to tie it. 

He couldn't deny he felt a slight pang of envy as he walked out of the hotel after giving you a polite kiss on the hand goodbye and a small nod in acknowledgement to Miguel. You were hard to beat. Any woman after you, if there were any, that is, would have to be pretty damn extraordinary to put your alluring self out of his mind. 

Nanami stands on the empty dark city sidewalk, soaked with the smell of after rain, the ghost of a satisfied smile on his face when he realizes he managed to get this all done so he could be home before midnight. 

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The shower's gentle, rain-like water gracefully dots your skin and kisses your eyelashes as you gaze up at Miguel, holding you naked against his bare body. 

The corner of his mouth twitches upwards, his thumb gently brushing over your soft lips.

"Are you alright?" He asks quietly, the running water pelting against the shower tiles as a cloud of steam builds around your feet. 

You smile, bringing your forehead against his as you make yourself a little taller as you hold him.

"Never better." You answer softly, letting your hand tangle in his wet brunette locks that fall against his face, clinging to his forehead. 

He was gorgeous like this, a face you could never get tired of looking at and one you planned on seeing for the rest of your life. Crimson pools of his eyes you'd happily drown in time and time again. Tonight was absolutely perfect, but your heart still truly lived at home with the sweet soul in front of you. 

Your lips meet again in another tender kiss, your mouths moving slowly against one another with more intention, carrying a little bit of the fire they had from before when you were making out on the bed. 

Miguel pants into your mouth, moaning open mouthed into the kiss, "Got one more round in you, baby?" 

You chuckle breathlessly against his lips, "Haven't had enough already?" 

"Just want you one more time, all to myself..." He whispers, eyes roaming your body as he playfully toys with your bottom lip. 

"Aww...." You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hold each other underneath the stream. 

"You know you're the only one for me, right?" 

"I know...just making sure."

Miguel smiles, brushing your noses affectionately before he sinks to his knees, leaving a kiss on random parts of your body on his way down, a passionate groan leaving your lips as you felt him softly ease you open with a long thick finger, the calming warm temperature of the water stifling the ache. 

He prepares to dive between your thighs again, your beautiful moans bouncing off the peaceful shower walls once more as you get ready for him to rip another orgasm out of you tonight. 

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[chosok-amo]

DIRTY LITTLE NURSE : SATOSUGU

they are there for their best friend, Shoko —but who knows a hospital can bring them so much fun and pleasure

content warning : smut! SATOSUGU, OOC! SATOSUGU

THIS IS FROM THE 3RD POV

Suguru smiled. “So they’re finally going to let you go home are they, Shoko?” he said.

“Yup,” she answered. “I’m so glad. I was starting to go a little stir crazy cooped up in this room.”

“When do you get out then?” asked Suguru.

“Tomorrow,” said Shoko. “So you two can come and pick me up, right?”

The black-haired boy turned to look at his friend, Satoru. “Oh , I don’t know about that. I think we might be busy,” he teased and ducked as a cushion whizzed past his head. “Don’t listen to him,” laughed Suguru “We’ll be here. Does the plaster cast come off today then?”

Shoko looked down at her leg. “Yeah, they’ll remove it and keep me in overnight just to check on my leg. They think the break has healed OK, so there should be no problem though. I should be set for tomorrow.” They heard the door of the room open and turned to look as Shoko’s nurse, Y/n, walked in.

“Jeez, are you two reprobates here again,” she laughed. “Can’t you leave the poor woman in peace to rest?’

Suguru looked at Satoru and smiled. He could see his friend’s eyes dropping to Y/n’s short skirt. They had discussed at length, what kind of panties were under it. Suguru couldn’t help his own eyes dropping to the hem of the skirt. It was mid-thigh length and hugged Y/n’s legs and hips tight. The blouse was tight too and showed off the nurse's gorgeous breasts.

Suguru quickly brought his eyes up to Y/n’s face as he heard her speaking his name. He saw the faint smile playing on her lips and wondered if she realized the dirty fantasies he and Satoru had about her. She probably did, he thought, on the basis that most men coming into the medical center probably fantasized about the sexy nurses. The short skirts and tight blouses had a lot to do with that. Suguru looked questioningly at Y/n, “Sorry, did you ask me something?”

“Was your attention distracted?” she teased and Suguru flushed a little. “I said can you and Satoru come along and sign the release form for Shoko.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” he replied. “When do you want us?”

“Well right now is good for me,” replied Y/n, “if the pair of you can fit it into your busy schedules that is.”

Suguru laughed. “I’m sure we can manage.”

Y/n turned to Shoko, “Is there anything else you need just now?”

“Yeah,” started Shoko, a huge grin forming on her face. “Could you smack that idiot on the back of the head,” she said, pointing at Satoru.

“No problem,” said Y/n. As she walked across the room to the door, she whipped her hand across the back of Satoru’s head. “Hey,” he complained. “Aren’t nurses supposed to be caring and compassionate?”

“Only for patients, not visitors,” laughed Y/n and held the door open for Satoru and Suguru . “This way,” she said when she had closed the door. She set off along the corridor with Satoru and Suguru walking behind. The view of her ass as she walked was gorgeous and the two men couldn’t help staring. They didn’t raise their eyes until Y/n stopped at another door and opened it. Satoru and Suguru walked in and looked around. There was a desk on one side of the room and a small circle of chairs on the other.

“Just take a seat,” said Y/n, pointing at the chairs and the two men went and sat. They watched as Y/n went to the desk and leaned over to search for the correct form. They could see the way the skirt rode up the back of her legs. It was a gorgeous sight and they couldn’t tear their eyes away. Y/n eventually found the form, attached it to a clipboard and went to sit down. She sat opposite the two men and they couldn’t help staring at her legs as the short skirt rode up her thighs a little.

They quickly looked up as Y/n started talking. The faint smile was playing on her lips again. “OK, well the form is pretty simple. Just fill in Sally’s details and your own. When the form is signed you are free to leave and do whatever it is you two like doing.”

“What makes you think we want to leave?” laughed Satoru.

“Oh?” said Y/n. “Is there something in the room that interests you?” she asked.

“I could think of a few things that I would like to see,” laughed Satoru his eyes flicking down to the short skirt and then back up to Y/n's face. “Yes, I’m sure there is,” she laughed. “The pair of you do seem to have an interest in my nurse uniform.”

“We thought you all wore scrubs these days,” said Suguru.

“Not in this center,” replied Y/n. “The bosses prefer a more traditional nursing uniform look.”

“Good for them,” laughed Suguru.

“Yeah, it is comfortable, but the skirt is short,” said Y/n. “It rides up too easily too.” She smiled and raising her hips hitched the skirt up her thighs. “I mean when I am sitting like this flashing my panties at men it can be so embarrassing.” Suguru looked at Satoru. They smiled and looked back at the little white panties.

“You wouldn’t believe the number of time I have seen men getting hard as they stared,” she continued. She looked down at the front of the two men’s pants. “See there it is again,” she laughed.

Y/n stood up and moved across to the door. She locked it and closed the blinds that sat over the small window. She walked back and dropped to her knees in front of the two men. She then popped open a couple of buttons on the blouse and hitched the skirt back up so her panties were on view. “Is this your idea of a sexy nurse?” she asked.

She moved to Suguru, put her hands on his knees and parted them so that she could move in between. She looked up at him as her hand stroked over the front of his pants. “Oh dear,” she said. “Is there something wrong with you? Hmm���, maybe I should carry out an examination.”

Suguru moaned as he felt her fingers fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants. When they were open she slid her hand inside his boxers and quickly pulled out his hard cock. “Oh it doesn’t look well,” she laughed, “but I have just the medicine it needs.” Y/n bent down and kissed the head of Suguru’s hard shaft.

She moved back a little and worked the tip of her tongue around the little slit. As the pre-cum oozing out of the slit, Y/n could feel it smear onto her tongue. She kissed the head of the cock again and let her lips slide down over it. She worked her tongue around the head as she sucked the cock deeper into her mouth.

Y/n looked up and could see Satoru watching her intently as she sucked Suguru’s cock. She moved her head down the hard shaft and held it inside her mouth as she reached across to Satoru and worked his pants open. She quickly got his hard cock out and started to slide her fingers up and down it as her mouth went to work on Suguru’s cock again. Y/n moaned in pleasure.

The excitement of playing with two cocks was getting her really wet and she wanted to make sure they were hard and ready for her. She finally lifted her head from Suguru’s cock and moved to get between Satoru’s legs. This time as she sucked Satoru’s cock into her mouth, she used her hand on Suguru, feeling the two hard shafts twitching and jerking as she played with them.

Finally, the two men wanted more. They grabbed Y/n up onto her feet and pulled her across to the desk. “Take your panties off but leave the sexy uniform on,” said Suguru. The two men watched as Y/n hitched up her skirt and slid her fingers across the front of her panties. They could see the damp patch forming on it as the wetness leaked out of Y/n's pussy. She played for a short while, watching as the two men gripped their cocks and started to stroke them at the show she was giving.

Y/n finally slid her fingers under her panties and tugged them down a little. Her excitement surged as she exposed her naked pussy to the two men. It was an incredible rush and she slowly stroked the panties down her toned legs and stepped out of them. Y/n hitched her skirt up around her waist and perched on the edge of the desk.

She could see the two men working their cocks harder as she slid her hand onto her thigh. She teased them, moving it slowly up her leg, and felt her body shiver as her hand stroked onto her pussy. She moved it to her clit and started to stroke the fingers in gentle circles. As she felt her excitement rising, her fingers worked her clit harder until she was gasping at the pure pleasure running through her body.

When she worked her fingers down onto her pussy lips, Y/n could feel how wet they were. She felt like a real slut for putting on a dirty masturbation show for the two men, but it was really turning her on and there was no way she was going to stop. She slid her fingers to the wet opening and watched the men’s faces as she pushed her fingers inside.

The feeling of spreading her pussy wide was gorgeous and she quickly worked three fingers inside. Y/n pushed them in as far as she could and stirred them around. Her heart was racing and her pulse quickened even more as she began to pump the fingers in and out. Her breathing became heavier as she sped up her movements until she was fucking her fingers in and out hard.

“Fuck Y/n, looking like a slut for us,” Satoru's word.

The pleasure was mounting in her body as she played with herself, but she suddenly wanted more than just fingers. She pulled them out and the men watched with wide-open eyes, as their dirty nurse brought the wet fingers up to her mouth and licked them clean. “Fuck me,” said Y/n.

The men didn’t need to be asked twice and moved forward so that they could finally get their hands on Y/n’s body. She felt the remainder of the buttons on her blouse being opened and hands pushed inside to grab her tits. She felt her breasts being pulled from the bra cups and squeezed, fingers working over her nipples and making them hard.

“Fuck,” said Suguru. “I want cunt. Get her over the fucking desk.” Y/n felt herself being spun around. She quickly cleared a space on the table and felt herself being pushed face down onto it. Suguru moved up behind her and she felt him grab her ass cheeks and spread them open wide. She gave a start as Suguru’s hard cock was pushed against her asshole hard. He stroked the tip over the tight hole and Y/n thought he was going to fuck it.

He contented himself with just teasing it for a while though, before sliding his cock down onto the wet pussy lips. The feeling of the cock sliding up and down her pussy was gorgeous and Y/n closed her eyes and moaned. She waited for Suguru to fuck his hard cock inside, but he seemed to want to play first. He teased the slick entrance to her pussy, before sliding his cock back to her tight asshole.

Y/n was going crazy with desire and was desperate to feel the hard cock inside her. She opened her eyes and saw Satoru standing in front of her stroking his hard cock. He moved forward so that he could smear the pre-cum onto her smooth skin and started to rub his cock all over Y/n’s face. Her excitement rose as she suddenly had two hard cocks playing with her. Satoru slid his cock to her mouth and stroked the tip back and forth across her soft lips.

She parted them a little and stuck out her tongue so that the cock stroked over it. It felt wonderful and Y/n closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation of being used as a dirty little slut. Satoru reached down to grab her head and Y/n knew what was coming. She opened her mouth and felt Satoru slide the head of his cock between her lips. He circled his hips, stirring the cock in her mouth before fucking his hips forward to drive his hard shaft further into her mouth. Y/n clamped her lips around the cock and felt her excitement surge as Satoru began to fuck her mouth.

Suguru finally worked his cock back to the slick entrance to Y/n’s pussy. He teased the head around, but this time pushed forward so that it slid inside, spreading the nurse’s pussy lips wide. He circled his hips a little, working them forward and slowly forced his cock deep into Y/n’s pussy. As Satoru pushed deep between her lips, she moaned at the delicious sensation of her mouth and pussy being filled with hard cock. She relaxed and got ready for the hard fucking that was coming her way.

The two men worked their cocks in and out of her holes. Y/n began moaning as the pleasure in her body really started to build. As the excitement of what they were doing caught Satoru and Suguru, they began to speed up their movements. They could feel their cocks fucking into the nurse hard and fast and the pleasure of double-teaming her drove them on to fuck her harder.

Y/n started to writhe on the two cocks as her body slowly worked towards a climax. She could feel it closing in and tried to force her hips back onto Suguru to get his cock deeper. Satoru started trying to get her to deep-throat his cock and she could feel the tip nudging at the back of her throat. The two men were really starting to roast her and it pushed the pleasure she was feeling to the brink of a climax.

“Good, Y/n, you taking us so well, good, good,” Suguru's little praise echoes in the room. She tried to hold it back, wanting the pure pleasure she was feeling to go on as long as possible. The orgasm finally broke over her through and she felt the intense sensations of pleasure shooting through her. She was writhing in excitement as the pleasure grew and grew until it engulfed her entire body and left her gasping for breath. As she came down from the high she could still feel the two men fucking into her.

“Swap places,” said Satoru. “I want some ass.”

Y/n felt the two men pull out and quickly swap positions. She felt her ass cheeks being spread open again and for the second time a hard cock was pressed against her ass. This time there was no teasing though and Y/n moaned as Satoru began to work the tip of his hard cock onto her tight hole.

She felt her ass cheeks being pulled really wide as Satoru tried to open her up. He could feel a little resistance to his efforts, but as he pushed harder the hole opened up and he groaned as he felt the tightness close around the head of his cock. He worked to push it in deep and then just stood to enjoy the pleasure of his cock in a sexy nurse’s tight hole.

Y/n saw Suguru move in on her face. She quickly stuck out her tongue to lick the hard cock and felt her excitement shoot as she could taste her own wetness on it. Suguru was in no mood to tease either and quickly fucked his cock into Y/n’s mouth. He pushed it in deep, enjoying the sensation of the tongue licking it clean, before he quickly started to fuck in and out. “Fuck, Y/n!”

Satoru saw his friend starting to fuck Y/n’s mouth and joined in the dirty fun. He pulled his cock out to the tip and then slid it back inside. The pure pleasure of the tightness closing around his hard shaft as he drove it in made his excitement explode.

He grabbed the nurse’s hips and started to fuck her ass hard. Y/n could feel the pleasure starting to build in her body again. She hoped the two men would push her to a second orgasm, but the excitement of fucking her finally got too much for them. They finally pulled out of her holes, with their cocks on the brink of cumming hard.

“Do it on me,” moaned Y/n. “I want to see your dirty cum covering my uniform.” She quickly dropped off the table and got onto her knees in front of the two men. She closed her blouse and pulled her skirt down a little as she watched the two men stroking their cocks hard. It didn’t take them long to feel their balls get ready to release.

The two men stepped forward so that they could push their cocks hard against Y/n. She moaned as Suguru started to cum. It shot hard from the tip of his cock and splashed on her face, before sliding down her chin and dripping onto her blouse and skirt. The sight of the cum splattering onto her set off Satoru too and suddenly he joined his friend in giving the nurse a dirty cum shower. Y/n was in ecstasy as the pearly white rained down on her face and uniform. By the time the two men had finished using her, she was a mess of white streaks.

“Oh jeez, that was wonderful,” she gasped and looked down at the state of her uniform.

“Fuck,” laughed Satoru. “Let’s go back and break Shoko’s other leg. I don’t want her coming home tomorrow,” he joked while his face showed nothing but seriousness with his eyes focused on Y/n's face that covered with his cum.

Y/n laughed, “Don’t worry,” she said. “You can visit any time you want for a little examination. My door is always open to you two.”

[tsukimefuku]

voice kink: the reckoning (or so you thought) ♪ nanami kento

This is the continuation drabble to that because this teasy man occupied my every waking moment, it’s not even funny. Have my horny once again.

You thought you had the upper hand when Nanami got back home at night after relentlessly teasing you in the morning. You had confessed finding his voice sexy and oh did he leave you completely pent up after whispering dirty talk inches away from your ears and leaving for the day.

Needless to say, you body slammed him onto the mattress the minute he stepped inside the apartment, thinking you had surprised him.

However, the only upper hand you had was both of your hands pinned above your head as he pounded you on the bed relentlessly and whispered obscenities in your ear.

“Were you needy like this... ah... all day long? Horny for... ah...  this? To have me fucking you... like this?” His warm breath tickled all around your cheek and earlobe, and it just added another layer of sensations sending shivers down your entire body.

His low, usually well collected voice was now breathier, raspier and slightly stuttered in between his own moans.

Your brain had turned to complete mush by this point, and that very familiar pooling heat began concentrating in your body, the lewd sounds of his cock slapping in and out of your folds filling the room along with your whimpers.

“Y-yes... Kento I-I’m... I’m gonna... kiss me-“ you begged, wanting nothing more than his tongue — by this point completely glazed with your taste after he made sure he had his dinner before giving you what you were begging for — thrust into your mouth.

“No... how would you hear me if- ah... I’m kissing you...?” This time, his tone was a little more playful, but just as intense and truthful. 

Oh no. No no no. Ohhhhh he did not.

He was very serious about it.

The teasing demon had not only not left his body, it was actually trying to kill you. You were sure of it.

The heat in your belly was unsteady, wavering, and you were nothing short of desperate for it to burst — something especially hard to do when your man would deny you that warm, sloppy wet kiss he’d always give you to tip you off the edge.

“K-kento... please please oh- I’m begging I’m ahhh- please, p-please, God... I’ll die... don’t, I’m... fuck, pleas-” you weren’t even making sense anymore. All that came out of your mouth were senseless begging pleas through whimpers and pathetic moans.

He chuckled.

That relentless little devil chuckled.

“Die? Ah... don’t be so dramatic-“ he huffed, honeyed tone gnawing at your frustration by the second, “cum and I’ll kiss you”

He’s trying to kill me.

“I c-can’t... I just... please, please please- I can’t Kento I can’t without-”

You sounded pitiful.

“Come on... be a... good girl for me, love...” Nanami answered, husky voice brushing over your skin before he planted a warm kiss on your cheek.

To help you out, Nanami drew one of his hands down and began circling his thumb over your throbbing, desperate clit.

It took less than five seconds to have all of your pent up frustration and desire completely bursting at the seams. Your entire body jolted and convulsed as you came with a strained cry, blabbering away his name and your own desperation, your cunt tightening with ungodly strength around his cock.

“Good girl,” he cooed, before sliding his tongue wetly over your cheek and thrusting it inside your open mouth, giving you the taste you had been begging for those past few minutes.

His hip thrusts became erratic, his moans broke into your breath, and he, too, reached his peak.

You felt his thick, white cum blossoming warm inside you, and for a second, you felt like you had a tiny second orgasm just from it.

Letting go of your pinned hands, Nanami held your waist and parted his lips from yours. 

“Is this what you wanted when you attacked me by the door?” Nanami asked with a sly smile to his face, panting as he locked his gaze to yours under his completely messy, disheveled hair.

“Shut up, Kento. Just shut up.” 

He let out a soft chuckle before pressing his lips on yours again.

Little devil.

[44st4rs]

SUNDAY'S BEST!

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ — synopsis ! Every Sunday, the town gathers in the halls of church, waiting for the word to be delivered by the Nanami Kento. But no one ever really questions the Preacher or his Wife of their very private life...at least, until today.

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ — pairings! wife!fem!reader x preacher!nanami kento

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ — cw! 3.5k+ words, pwp, oral(f.receiving), vouyerism, exhibitionism, car sėx, implied breeding, no protection, crèmepie

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ — xoxo, chris! yes…this is my third attempt at posting this…pls…enjoy :3

A preacher’s child.

They say the life of one is filled with the hardest expectations to fill. Constantly being judged, constantly under watch, and constantly forced to hide their true selves. The unrealistic standards shroud their thoughts and the forced reputation of the family name and honor hinders their every move.

Secrets become the only choice and the dark side of their lives becomes a relief. Their days are filled with nothing but being the “good kid” and the “best role model for all” who pass through the holy doors every Sunday morning.

But…does anyone ever wonder about the preacher’s wife?

The one who shines above all just for ditching her maiden name for one doused in holy virtue. The one who has no choice but to have a warm and welcoming heart for everyone scattered about the church. The traits of kind and gentle are immediately attached to her name, assuming the same temperate position as the preacher.

She’s never found too far from her husband either, usually residing at the very front of the pews, hands politely folded atop the plush curve of her tightly pursed thigh. She could be found there every Sunday, even Wednesdays if a bible study was called for. The kind, gentle woman who supports her husband with the occasional glimmering smiles of white and endearing head nods of reassurance.

All while trying extra hard to keep those pesky rivulets of white seeping through her panties from wandering onto the sacred scene.

It’s a reality some could never dream of, but one you couldn’t have thought would be shown to you by the town’s very own beloved Nanami Kento.

Righteous in front of others but salacious when with you—just the traits picked up by his youth. He was once known as the preacher’s kid, quiet and reserved with only a collection of words to say. He only ever did speak when spoken to, could recite ten verses with ease, and was honored as the perfect child.

Since your younger days as well, you pondered all too aimlessly about Nanami. He was never found with a genuine smile or tone, never was found playing after service with the other children, or even strolling around the neighborhoods with a friend or two.

Pity stained your tongue unwantingly, the urge to help him being repressed by other thoughts. All you could’ve done was pray that he’d be freed of what troublesome chains held onto him, that one day life would hold no limits for him in the days to come.

Though, such prayers could have never prepared you for today’s realities, Nanami now pursuing priesthood with you as his bride.

Since taking on the role of wife and finally entering the daily life of Nanami Kento, there were a couple of things to make note of.

One: he was nothing of what his former timid character made him out to be, now becoming more vocal with his wants and needs.

Two: as much as he enjoyed a set order and routine, Nanami welcomed life’s spontaneous moments all the same.

And lastly: his stamina was one for the books.

It’s a blessing to him honestly, being rewarded with a beautiful woman like yourself. Truth be told, he’s had his eye on you since your shared days of youth. If not for the buried confidence and the shielding of negative thoughts, he would have never taken the first step to pursue a relationship with you.

But it was only with you that Nanami found himself reaching deep within to discover who he truly was.

A man forever indicted in carnal lust.

He knew it from the first date and withdrew from it until your wedding night, wanting to tear and replace every bit of clothing from your body with his own warmth. There wasn’t a night he remembered where he didn’t wish to indulge in you, sending the thick crown of his cock to kiss at your cervix.

There wasn’t a night where Nanami didn’t want to fill your ears with nothing but the sound of him and him only, spilling the slurred speech of how well your pussy could take him. He was driven near mad in all honesty. Restraint was the only thing, wanting to holdfast onto what morals remained.

Yet, marriage only seemed to bring all this rush of desire and more to light, Nanami now harboring the urge to fill your cunt with the white-hot pools of his cum. It was a rush that he wouldn’t trade for all the money in the world. Just to feel how his tummy would tense, skin running hot with a licking heat, and his mind thrown into complete turmoil—all to hear you squeal at the addictive sensation was all he needed.

But there came a condition with his sudden obsession; he would only do so on a Sunday—both before and after service. He couldn’t tell you why but he swore it was only on Sundays that he felt heavier, neediest, and too pent up for words.

So, on the days that Sunday did roll around, he’d wake up a whole hour before you did, his eyes cracking at six o’clock sharp. He’ll lay there for a few minutes, heavy lids perched on the sight of you—his sleeping beauty laying without the duvet’s restriction to his eye.

He breathed it all in, from the small pout consuming your lips, the silky cream night slip dress rising with your flooding chest, down to the precious moans mindlessly leaving from you. He often found himself, sneaking a hand behind his briefs to lace around the thick girth of his shaft. A subtle squeeze led to a groan of deliverance he couldn’t afford.

He picked himself up from beside you, carefully slotting his body between what space was offered by your thighs. The mattress only caved to his body’s contours, sinking especially deep around his perched forearms. His hands cup at your inner thigh, the pulsing pry granting him more room for comfort.

Nanami knows just how much you look forward to Sundays too, your excitement leading you to take the proactive route. That fact alone is why Nanami’s greeted by the sight of your bare cunt, the pads of his fingers gravitating to the puffy lips. The initial skim of his touch is nothing short of gentle and lingering, minding that he doesn’t slip any further.

It’s when Nanami’s fingers finally pull apart the lips of your cunt that he falters, allowing a shushed “fuck” to fall from his lips. Even beneath the sun’s latent rays of light, he can see all he needs too—the soft curves of your folds sticky and ridden in slick, the dormant hood of your clit throbbing with the heat of greed.

There’s nothing that really comes to mind when Nanami’s like this, biting back the urge to smother your pussy in his ministrations. But he wants to tease you, bring you to a point just to take it all back. His thumb retires from rest, softly swiping at your clit for his own self-amusement.

There’s something in it for him, more than his pleasure and more than your orgasm. What Nanami really loved about your pussy was the response, being able to visually watch every single one of his actions settle into your core. Everything he does comes back to him, either in a twitch, a fluttering gasp, or even the uncontrollable spasms of a squirt.

But for today, all Nanami sought after was for the cute bulb of nerves to kiss at his tongue with a prickling streak of pleasure. He was too quick to remove his essence sullied thumb from you, eyes hinged onto the thinning trail connecting you both. His tongue hurried to replace the fading warmth by pressing against your folds, the delicate sheets parting around him.

What pulls the breathless moan from his chest is you, the rivulets of your taste drizzled all over his tongue. He still can’t believe that a few lazy swirls from his thumb could stir you up like this, enough to get you this wet but still casted away by sleep’s hand.

Either way, a complaint couldn’t have fallen from his lips. Instead, Nanami had a tranquil notion in his mind to take control, his eyes coming to a fluttering shut. It’s why his tongue can drag up to your clit ever so slowly, just to drag down to your slit swiftly.

When he does return to the glimmering bud, it’s nothing but careful nudges. He can feel it too, how your clit begins to harden against him, how the blood all falls to meet his touch. It’s the hot pulses that turn Nanami on all the more, almost as if you’re begging for a break.

And maybe if he wasn’t so far gone, he’d give you that well-deserved break. Yet, he shines a grin fit for the devil at how generously swollen the tender pearl’s become. It’s a sign of just how close you are and who was he to deny you of any pleasure?

His lips come to a close just above your pussy, sealing off your clit within. Cheeks are hollowed and Nanami can’t control anything else from that point on—not that he really wanted to. It’s out of the kindness of his heart that Nanami’s thumb drifts between your folds once more, grazing along the gummy sheets to soothe over the incoming high.

Unfortunately, poor Nanami’s so invested in you that he doesn’t notice your hand landing on his head, lithe fingers grappling through the bed of untamed blonde. He doesn’t even notice your hips shuddering from him, trying to pull back from the onslaughts of his worked jaw.

It’s not until Nanami finally decides to greet you that he notices how soaked the bed is underneath you or how his chin faces the same fate. All he does is bring his lips to ghost over the adorably perked hood, ending it all off with a kiss.

“G’Morning, Sweetheart. Let’s get ready for service, yeah?”

That’s all he leaves you off on, a smug smile and some words before his feet hit the hardwood floor of your bedroom. It’s become normal to him but indescribable for you. As to how he can brush off his lustful whims in an instant fell nothing short of a mystery —considering how the proof laid right before your eyes. Even with disbelief written on your face and a chest desperate for air, you still cared to trudge behind Nanami to start your day.

The clock sits at seven-thirty by the time you and Nanami settle into the car. It’s almost like a clean slate had been taken upon by you both, dressed in the cleanest of attire. His once untamed blonde locks were replaced with his usual style, nothing a pull of a comb couldn’t fix.

A plain navy suit found itself onto Nanami’s body with not a wrinkle in sight. Yet as for you, Nanami really couldn’t keep his eyes off you. In your opinion, it was a lackluster black dress and paired heels that suited anyone at any time. In his opinion, it was everything he lived for.

When Nanami turns his head to feed his excitement of you, he’s met with the sight he’ll never get over: you with closed eyes, biting down on your finger out of concern. Legs parted just slightly with a small hand tucked beneath your dress. The silent squelches tell Nanami all he needs to know—you were stretching yourself out just for him.

He gawks at you for just another moment, turning his sights back onto the road in silence. It’s the awkwardness instilled in Nanami that gets him so flustered, a feeling he knows may never overcome.

You being the only other woman in his life weren’t much help either. There are still days when he’ll come to a loss of words, falling into a mindless ramble out of embarrassment. His composure’s lost to the stars and suddenly coherency is out of his reach.

For now, he braces himself for as long as he could, his hand gripping the steering wheel that much tighter until he arrives at the quaint lone-standing building known as the church. But he dare to not stare at the sacred home, his hungered eyes tracing something more interesting.

A display of mindless behavior really, Nanami’s hand latching onto your wrist. He pulls your hand from between your thighs slowly, fetching the glistening digits to his lips. Of course, he’ll stare right at you as he’s busy cleaning up your mess, his tongue following the glossy strings laid about. It’s only when a simple question rolls from his mouth that you can comprehend his current state of mind.

“I think we can squeeze a quickie in, what about you?”

You offer him a weak nod before climbing into the backseat, hands tugging at the dress to encircle your waist. Before you could even blink, Nanami’s hovering over you while fidgeting with his belt’s buckle.

It’s in the heat of a moment like this that you don’t seem to recognize the man you married. You can’t help but form such opinions, asking yourself ridiculous questions without true answers.

Where was the docile boy that existed? Who would only speak when spoken to and stray from any behavior disapproved by his elders?

Now here he was before you with anticipation heavy on the brain. He isn’t bothered enough to tug at his tie or to unbutton his shirt, opting to slip free from the navy jacket before resting on his haunches. His hands cup the underside of your knees, making it that much easier to press your thighs to your chest.

The pretty swell of your cunt’s lips catches Nanami’s eye, his fingers senselessly drifting against the cloth. He’s so specific to not tear your panties, hooking the soaked inseam to sit along your inner thigh.

His hand finally slips past his pants to free his cock from the hellish confines, greeting your eye with a dangerous grip. Time was fond of Nanami, ensuring that each second was savored in bliss as he presses the head of his cock to your entrance, the pink crown ripe with the softest of twitches and the thickest of veins just begging for relief.

Elation springs to the forefront of Nanami’s brain, clouding him from the hold of sensibility. His hips almost move for themselves, driving forward in a drunken fury. First, it’s the tip that fills you, barely stretching you for what’s to come. Inch by inch, he’s patiently waiting for the moment where all you know, think, and feel is him.

He loves it truly, watching your eyes widen at the realization, your hands reaching to cover your lips riddled with spit. There’s a certain gasp that takes over your lungs that utterly spoils his ears. Call it a hint of pride, but when that gasp rings from your lips, Nanami can’t help but turn on his ego.

He knows just how deep he was and well he’d fuck that fact out of you, a lesson he swears you seem to forget. But it’s the recoil that drains Nanami for all he’s got, the suffocating clench of your walls pulling such a pretty mewl from his knitted lips. It’s his undoing, pulling from the beckoning thumps of your cervix to press restart on all he’s accomplished for the moment.

And it’s so unforgiving, the cold etching along his shaft while the head of his cock sits snug with just the slightest peek of pink to meet his eye. His hands search for refuge at the back of your thighs, his nails sinking into the trembling flesh. That same cold is his so-called “excuse” for snapping his hips once more, burying himself in you all over again.

What follows isn’t simply Nanami rutting himself to absolute filth, of course it isn’t. It’s the insatiable craving pitted at the depths of his tummy, aching for a solution.

He’s caught in a blinding lust, unsure of what to chase but knows what the outcome will be. He’s addicted to it, sending his cock so deep inside you, hearing the clashes of skin, down to overseeing you lose all control.

Sure, there’s a sadistic undertone beneath his amusement but it’s all if nothing but gratitude. He can feel how edged you are, the shivers ripping across your skin, the jolts of your hips when he’s grazing your clit with how close his pelvis was.

He loves watching you lose yourself in it…not to mention in him. Because of that lewd expression of unhinged gratitude is why Nanami can’t help to lean in closer, cutting off the moronic babbles with a kiss.

Though, just when Nanami thinks he has the upper hand, you always manage the fruit of control right from his hand. The switch in power is so subtle but gradually becomes noticed. By the flutters of your walls, it’s no longer a want to fill you in Nanami’s mind—it’s a need.

That need, or any need really, drives any sane person insane. The urges can no longer be repressed and suddenly it’s itching at their skin, a spot so distant that nothing but the fulfillment of your desires can alieve.

Nanami’s breathing so much harder now to combat his rousing sensations, the head of his cock spry with fizzing nerves. He wants to stop, take a break and cool the rising heat within his body. But when your walls flutter around him again, the quiet and sealed-off mouth of his loses grip and the drivels of pleas fall from his lips all too easily.

But he can’t.

It’s the need that serves a new purpose in Nanami, closing what distance existed to send his cock that much deeper. He’s practically brimming with heat, the veins lining his shaft suffering beneath the exertion of greed.

The fat of his cock rests so homely along your walls now that he’s comfortable with letting himself go, his head dropping within the crook of your neck. He had to make sure every drop would stay, you did have a prayer service to endure, after all.

In his last words, that’s when the hints of dominance seep through.

“Pretty lil’ pussy’s gonna take everything fr’ me, right?”

Your head unleashes a spool of unhinged nods, serving as enough reason for Nanami. The thick ribbons of white catch onto your womb, drowning you in his scent. It’s so much this time around too, more than the previous Sundays he’d taken to fill you.

The palms of your hands fall over your eyes, using all the latent energy to control the strength of your own orgasm. Your legs trembled from the weight of it alone, triggering tears to crowd at your lash line. Your efforts wouldn’t have been in vain, avoiding all of his hard work to dress his cock in a devastating shade more shameful than white.

When he manages to catch a breath amidst it all, his eyes dart down to his watch for the time.

8:05 AM.

With mass starting at the sharp time of 8:45, Nanami couldn’t have allowed another minute to pass him by. Not if he wanted his darkest secret displayed for the passing church-goers to see.

He regretfully drew back from you, tugging your panties back into place. Mentally, he cursed the reality he’d face in a few hours: all of his cum soaked into the cotton. It’d be impossible for you to hold everything, he knew that. Putting his trust in a fading hope, Nanami laid his hand upon you, fingertips drumming a soft rhythm at your lower tummy as he spoke.

“Keep it safe for me, Honey. I don’t wanna see a single drop wasted.”

With Nanami’s help, you soon found yourself resting in your usual spot amongst the pews, the first row closest to his reach. Throughout the service, you kept your legs especially tight. You didn’t have to make any eye contact with Nanami to know that his eyes were pinned on you.

He only did ever see you in the crowd, cheering him on with a smile. The pit of his stomach floods with butterflies, fighting a giggle from erupting from his lips.

After all, with his cum nuzzled oh-so deep inside you, why wouldn’t he?

The holy hour of service concluded just around ten, ending with Nanami and you greeting everyone at the door. The cheerful smiles displayed on your faces are only founded on a facade, the same antics of the morning carrying on. To the people’s eyes, Nanami casually has a hand resting along your lower back, keeping his wife close.

But you knew what stood behind the act, his fingers slipping warily underneath. He’s playing with the hem of your panties this time, the pads of his digits slinking past the obstruction. He sighs at the results-wet, wet panties.

He brings his lips to your ear, the heat of his breath nipping at the shell. You latch onto his waist, bracing the timid man as his finger finds way to your slit. The explicit words roll off his sullied tongue too fragrantly, leaving you with a fearful reassurance.

“Aww, I thought it would all in stay this time. Don’t worry… I’ll keep that pussy nice 'nd stuffed next time around."

[koenigami]

SUNDRESS SZN. <3 synopsis : it's that time of the year again ft. : nanami, gojo, shiu, choso tags : +18, smut, fem!reader, cunnillingus, nipple play, unprotected sex, dry humping, mentions of cumming in pants, sundresses?? wc : 1,5k

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ NANAMI KENTO This gentleman right here is a sucker for gorgeous legs, so please pardon him if he loses some of his composure when he sees the soft skin of your thigh peak out of the little slit of your dress. 

“So? What do you think? I think it looks pretty okay.” You smile brightly at Nanami who’s been sitting on the edge of the bed and patiently waiting for you for at least an hour to get ready for your lunch date. Though as you twirl around in front of the mirror, posing and appreciating your newest piece, you notice your boyfriend’s reluctant stare in the reflection. Disapprovement. That is what you interpret his gaze as, and instantly feel yourself shrinking. 

“I-I haven’t worn one like these in a while so I thought maybe-” The smile on your coloured lips falls as you sigh, and all of a sudden you feel naked. Exposed. You avert your eyes from him when a sudden heat creeps up your cheeks, and the familiar feeling of embarrassment makes your eyes sting. “Nevermind, I should probably change. Otherwise, we’ll be late.”

Before you can even think about a plan B outfit, you’re pulled between Nanami’s thighs, your hands flying out and settling on his shoulders to steady yourself. Your body shivers the slightest when one of his hands slides through the slit of your dress, gripping your leg and perching it on the bed beside him. 

“Darling, I-” When has your heart started beating so fast? You watch as his fingers dig into the fat of your thigh, and a whimper nearly leaves your mouth at the way they keep moving higher, the thin fabric of your dress being bunched up and riding further and further up. Your breath stutters at his sudden breathy laugh, goosebumps rising along your exposed skin. “Don’t take this off, please. You look beautiful in it. So, so beautiful.” And before you can even interject, you’re silenced by the open mouthed kisses he’s leaving along the fabric covering your stomach. “Shit. I’m sorry, my love, but I don’t think we’ll be able to make it to that restaurant today.” The teasing warmth of his palm vanishes when his body slides down unto the carpeted floor, his mouth mere inches away from the place that you all of a sudden seem to need him the most right now. So when his finger hooks around your panties and pulls them to the side, and his lips latch onto your little pulsing clit- You realise that all this time Nanami’s been staring at you with nothing but sheer hunger in his eyes. 

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ GOJO SATORU We all know that he needs a little more sugar than the average person for his brain to function properly. Yet when he sees you all dolled up in your cute little sundress looking like a little candy… his brain does anything but function properly. 

“Sato-!” A gasp leaves your raw kissed lips when your back slams against the door of the classroom, knocking some air out of you. But there is nothing you can do when Gojo’s large body towers above you, assaulting your lips and neck as his slender hands wander along your body. 

You're still clueless about what has gotten into him so suddenly. He seemed so calm and composed earlier when you dropped by the training ground where he had been watching Megumi and Maki training. Sure he was a little handsier than usual, not able to keep his hands to himself as he kept pressing sweet kisses on your cheeks every once in a while, and whispering a few compliments into your ear about how you looked especially cute today.

His fingers play with the ribbon on your right shoulder, and you shriek when cold air suddenly hits your bosom, the top of your dress partially dropping down. “What are you- ah!” You clamp a hand over your mouth when his wet kisses turn into harsher bites, his teeth teasing the flesh that’s spilling out of your bra. “Satoru.” You hiss through gritted teeth. “We can’t do this here! What if someone sees us?” You curse and bury your hands into his hair when he leans down and pulls any fabric away that's in his way. His body seems to envelope you whole. All you can smell is him, all you hear are his breathy groans, and all you can feel is his thigh settling between your legs as his tongue starts twirling around your sensitive nipples. “Don’t care. ‘M too hard now to go out there like this.” His breath hitches when he feels your wetness spread along the fabric of his pants as you desperately grind down on him. “Oh fuck… and it’s all your fault, pretty girl.” 

Sudden voices appear somewhere behind the closed door. Was it Yuji? Nobara? You’re not sure, and to be frank, neither of you cares at this point. You’ll need more than some little lousy students to stop the strongest from enjoying his little sweetness.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ KONG SHIU He’s a simple man. Does not care what you wear, where you wear it, but- God, he feels a little disgusting when he sees you in that pretty dress, looking all innocent while all he wants to do is just keep breed you and breed you, over and over again. 

A whistle disrupts the silence in the kitchen as you put the prepared casserole into the oven, steps echoing behind you as they keep getting closer. Hands settle on either side of you, caging you between Shiu’s body and the counter when he starts pressing fleeting kisses behind your ear and further down your neck. “To what do I owe the pleasure.” His own lips stretch into a smile when he hears you giggle, the sound of it almost as pleasing as the sight in front of him. You turn and wrap your arms around his neck, your lips mere inches away from his as you bat your eyelashes at him. “You like it?”

He hums and rubs the soft material between his thumb and pointer, indulging himself a little longer as his eyes keep trailing up and down your body as if he can’t get enough of you. He exhales a long breath as he discards his jacket, hanging it over one of the barstools beside the marbled kitchen island before his hand settles on your lower back. “Come on, sweetheart. Bend over for me.” 

You oblige and inhale sharply when Shiu lifts the hem of your dress up, cold air hitting your rear while the clinking sound of his belt reverberates through the room as he unbuckles it. His tip slowly prods at your entrance, and your toes curl when he slips further inside you. “Always looking so gorgeous for me, don’t ya?” He groans when feels your walls squeeze painfully tight around him. "Shit-" He spits and a glob of his saliva drips onto his fingers before he starts rubbing lazy circles over your clit. "Shh, relax, baby. Going to fuck this pretty pussy real’ good.” 

You may or may not have had to order take out because you ignored the stench of burned food while Shiu filled you up twice.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ KAMO CHOSO Weak. Please, have a little mercy on him because he’s just so weak for you, no matter what you do, say or even wear. He doesn’t understand this feeling, this … lust over something as simple as a piece of garment?

“Cho’?” You tilt your head the slightest when you feel him squirm beneath you, yet can’t seem to get a look at his face as he buries it into your shoulder. “Baby, are you okay?”

Okay? If your definition of “okay” is that he’s not been completely hard ever since he got a look at you when you entered the bar with Yuki and some other friends, and that it did not get even worse when you perched yourself on his lap sideways, with your bare legs dangling off his thigh- And don’t even get him started on that goddamn dress. So, no. No, he is not okay.

It is only when you adjust yourself the slightest bit to have a better look at him, that you notice something poking you through the thin material of your clothes. “I’m sorry, you just look so pretty today. I really don’t know why I- please, just ignore that.” He rasps hopelessly when he feels you still all of a sudden, feeling a sense of shame when he concludes that you must have realised what is going on with him. “It’ll probably go away in a while, but you should st-stop-” Stop squirming! he wants to add but he can’t when you all of a sudden start rocking your hips the slightest bit back and forth. Not strong enough for anyone else to notice but enough for Choso to get the slightest friction that he needs. That he craves. You smile and bite your lip as you mindlessly nod at something Yuji tells you from across the table, the boy’s eyes gleaming with excitement and completely oblivious to the situation you’ve put his big brother in just now. That night, everyone has come to believe that your boyfriend can’t hold his liquor, judging by the rosy colour dusting his cheeks, and the wet patch on his trousers from a spilled drink. Though, only you and him truly know where that stain on his crotch comes from. 

[cherryredstars]

Back on my bullshit again.

Anyways (NSFW, 18+, twt link):

Kento Nanami fingering you

[siriusly-parker]

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[nanamiscocksleeve]

11 with Toji and 30 with Kento

"Do you want to take it off of me?" Toji asks as you hesitantly grip the ends of his shirt. You nod and he grins at you.

"Wanna see this bod huh?" he teases as you pull it up and over his head. Your hands press into the hard pecs and abs, feeling how firm and toned they were before biting him just above his navel.

"Oh, kitty has claws..." he growls before flipping you over and attacking your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake. You fist the sheets, needing him.

"Toji..." He doesn't need telling twice. He grabs your hips and teasingly pushes two fingers into your wetness, making a noise of satisfaction that you were already needy for him. His fingers are replaced by his cock, deliciously stretching your walls, before he starts pistoning into you.

"That's it kitten...say my name..." he pants, his cockhead kissing your G-spot each time, and you find yourself cumming around his cock. With a bark, Toji fills you to the brim with his seed.

You're holding your breath as Kento softly licks your clit, pulling it into his mouth, the slurping sounds so lewdly arousing that it sends you into a hazy spiral of need.

Fisting the sheets as you bite your lip, you feel the crest of your climax starting to grip you and you struggle against his mouth.

You startle for a moment as one of Kento's large hands settles just at the top of the valley of your breasts, stroking the skin. Your eyes open and you see him looking up at you, the unspoken words clear as crystal to you.

Breathe, please.

The first gulp of air, and you're a goner, the breath traveling into your diaphragm, and releasing all the tension in your body as your clit spasms pleasurably. A long sigh of relief and gratification leaves your lips as your climax washes over you, leaving you limp and sated.

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✧.* BUT I LASTED TEN ROUNDS LIKE A FREAK !?

featuring. g. satoru, f. toji, n. kento, g. suguru, k. choso

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

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

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i am SO tired.

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Nanami doesn't say I Love You.

Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

A/N: Good freaking morning. ☀️ Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller inspired 🫶🏽 can I just be the love of his life plspls

CW: SUGGESTIVE SMUT(P IN V, crying during sex)MINORS DNI

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Nanami doesn't say I love you. 

He says,

"I adore you."

"I desire you above everything."

"I'd put your needs above my own because nothing in this world is more precious to me than you, my love." 

"I'd recognize you in every shadow, every domain, every star other than this, my darling because you were intended only for me, and I for you."

And as you lay there underneath him in a passionate tangle, your warm body engulfing his, starry eyes shining with those tender tears, he breaks the intimate silence with a delicious, long, jut of his hips and a loving kiss to your lips, making sweet, slow, tender love to that beautiful body of yours in your shared bed while the sunlight of the lazy Saturday morning dusts the corner of the windows.

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