diif-enthusiast

[diif-enthusiast]

•°His Perfect Little Wife °•

Nanami turning feral over your submissive domestic ways.

• CW : Nanami being a slightly hard Dom, Rough sex, pet names, impact play [If you squint], Cursing, Cervix touching.

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Nanami Kento was considered a very upkept man. His colleagues could tell you that they have honestly never seen him discombobulated, or angry or disorganized. Some would say he was the 'perfect' man. He always came in with his calm, cool and collected manner. It was envious that he never seemed to have trouble in his life.

Hair combed back, suit clean and pressed to perfection. Coffee, just the way he liked it, in hand and all documents organized in folders, perfectly set so that he could have a perfect day without any disruptions to his continuous everyday cycle. They always asked him how he did it. How he was able to always have a smooth, uninterrupted day.

And to put it in the most simplistic way that he could, he always replied with a very simple answer. You.

Now to most of his colleagues, they couldn't quite understand what he would mean. How could a simple housewife, who possibly did nothing at home, make sure this very successful man had a perfect day almost every day.

Nanami, of course, never went into detail. Men were greedy, especially these men. He would never give them the many details about how you always turn him into the most discombobulated man ever by just being a good wife.

Even now, his cock was straining in his suit pants with a never ending need for you. You were so on schedule and so on point for him. Always getting up at 6:30 to get his clothes and suit case ready, soon after, starting his breakfast so that by the time he's out of the shower, you both can eat together.

Making his lunch and filling his thermos with coffee so he can take it to work with him. He loved that he never had to take care of the small things in life. You made it easier for him to focus on the bigger picture. You made it easier for him to take care of you. He always made sure that you were well taken care of and the simple fact that you took care of his home, even his smallest of needs, made him work harder to please you.

You were perfect. You were his.

He would've never considered himself a possessive man, but that was until you entered his life, and as much as he would love to brag about you and show you off, something in his just wouldn't allow him to share anything about you. Of course you've been seen with him on occasions, but Nanami never brought you up if he didn't have too. And when anyone would ask about you, specifically a male, he would always give cold answers, his irritation growing quickly.

Apart of him hated you for how out-of-place you made him feel, and that pent up aggression would always be released upon your soft body.

God, your body. He loved how soft you were compared to his rough and hard one. He loved the way his hands sunk into your flesh. Your plump thigh that he loved to grab and squish.

The fullness of your tits (small boobs can be full too!) ,down to the plumply flesh of your ass.

But his favorite was the soft, delicious set of lips that you held between your legs.

"Nanami? You alright there bud?" He didn't realize he had spaced out. Mostly caught up in his head over all the things he would do to you when he got home. He was sweating but his face kept a stoic expression, but no doubt he knew they knew.

For the first time in years, they had just witnessed Nanami acting out of place. Anger silently crept and soon you were going to be at the end of it's wrath.

It was your fault for being so perfect.

Looking at the clock, Nanami quickly grabbed all his stuff, stuffing whatever he could into his briefcase, before he left without saying another word. Gojo cackling in the back ground at his sudden lack of composure. If anyone knew about how you made Nami feel, it would him.

Quickly getting into his car, he sped off, racing home to you.

•

There you were. Slaving away over the hot stove, just too have a nice dinner ready for when he got home. Sadly it wasn't ready as Nanami didn't have to come home for another hour.

He stood there watching you move back and forth. Seasoning whatever meat you decided on for tonight.

You were in a pair of black booty shorts and a regular sports bra that nicely lifted your breast. He couldn't help but give you a once over. Shamelessly letting his eyes fall down your legs then back up, stopping at your ass, before his eyes landed on the back of your head.

Some would say he's being creepy but to him, he was just admiring the woman who chose him to be her husband. You were his and he was going to look and appreciate your beauty whenever he could.

Blood rushed to his groin making him grip his hard-on. It was so hard and ready to be seathed in his second home that resided in the neighborhood of your legs. He thought about the many times he had came home to ravish you. Bent over the bathtub that you were cleaning. On top of the washer machine as you did his laundry. Over the table you had just set for dinner, shit, he fucked you all over the house.

You were unaware that your husband was home. To busy fixing dinner and finishing the rest of your chores to notice. It wasn't until you had bent over, opening your oven to place the stuffed chicken inside. It was faint, and if you could identify the sound it would've been the faintest sound of a zipper pulling down.

You shot up, quickly turning to face the noise. Your breath hitched seeing your husband home so early. "Hi honey, how was work?" You asked, glancing at your phone to check the time.

He was about 45 minutes early which was unusual. When he didn't respond, you faced him again with worry. "What's wrong baby?" A pout graced your lips as you caressed his sweaty face.

"Oh my God, your hot and sweaty! What happened?" Panick filled you. Your husband was home early, not responding, hot and sweaty. You've never seen him like this unless he –

Wait. . .

You glanced down at his undone suit pants, he dick already out and throbbing with need. You could clearly see the shiny bead forming at his tip.

'Fuck' you thought to yourself, 'he's never come home like this before. What the hell happened.'

You lift your gaze to meet his eyes. A soft gasp left your lips. You knew this was serious, seeing as his glasses were already off. No time to think, a hand gripped your throat. A squeal leaving your lips at the same time your arousal started to leak. As if your body was reacting to his. The same intensity, the same heat.

You could feel sweat start to form under your pits as well as your forehead. Nanami placed his warm lips against yours with so much passion. Sucking and biting them. Tasting them like it was his last meal. He backed you into the nearest counter, picking you up but your fat and placing you on top of it. Slowly making love to your tongue with his, he let his other hand drift to the inside of your panties. Finding your little pleasure nub, rubbing with just enough friction.

"Ah!" You moaned out only for it to be caught abd muffled by your lust-filled husband. Nanami felt your slick gathering — hiding behind your folds and sliding down to your entrance. He took this chance to plunge his two middle fingers inside your wet cavern, quickly finding his favorite spot to play with.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!" You couldn't help but break from his mouth to wail out profanities. He was fucking you so good with his fingers that you already had the urge to cum.

Clenching and un-clenching in a repeated cycle over and over again. "Are you gonna cum for me baby? Yea?"

"Yesss Nami! Fuck!" You screamed, making him chuckle. He loved that you were being compliant today. Usually he would have to pull it out of you, but today was different. She knew he needed control. She knew he didn't need anything to make him feel worse than he did.

He had lost control today, and you were going to let him fuck you to get it back. To help him sate his lust and find composure. First he needed to hear you.

"Who's pussy is this baby?" He thrust his fingers deeper in you, but at a slower pace. pushing you to the edge but not over. "Pleaseeee Nami! You know it's yours!"

He sent a smack to your back side. "I didn't ask what I know, I asked you who's is it my pretty little wife." Nanami pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you had a chance to deepen it, making you whine for him.

Sometimes you hated when he acted like this, you hated not getting what you wanted, and that was rare, but the other side of loved his torment. You loved knowing that you were the only one who could make him this way. "It's yours daddy."

"You're such a good girl, and do you know what good girls get?" He spoke to you in a deep husky voice. You loved it. You loved how it made you feel.

Your pussy throbbed around his finger and your pretty sure he felt it. "Good girls get to cum." He smirked, working his fingers faster and faster and faster until the damn broke.

"Ahhh yesssss!" You pulled him closer to you as your hips undulated with every thrust of his fingers. Nanami felt his hand drenched as your essence shot from your swollen wet pussy.

"You made such a mess baby, see? Look." Taking his hand, he smeared your juices on your face before pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

You didn't even have time to catch your breath before he did. He pulled you down from the counter, turned and bent you over the same said counter top. Folding your arms behind your back, he plunged his hot dick inside your spasming cunt. "Ah! Nami! Be g-gentle!"

But he doesn't. Instead he fucked you harder, faster. Deep calculated thrust that penatrated the deepest parts of your canal. Every thrust caused you to stand on the tips of your toes. He was hurting you, yes, but it was a pleasurable pain. A welcomed pain.

He pressed his cock into your cervix as he was fully seathed inside you. He was fueled by every 'ugh' and 'ah yes' you made. Driving deeper into you just to hear you scream 'Daddy!" Everytime.

"Please daddy! It's too deep, it hurts!" You cried out. Your pussy was pulsing as you came, and he was riding your wave to his peak. No matter how much you wanted him to come, he took his sweet time getting there. He loved hearing you beg, to scream his name.

He was feral, and it was all your fault.

With a few more quick thrusts, he stilled himself, shooting his warm seed deep into your womb. You felt it coating your insides — even spilling from your throbbing heat.

"Whew. . ." You felt your husband's breath on your back. He was breathing heavy. He rubbed up and down your back, caressing your asscheeks whenever he could.

"Sorry my precious little flower. I promise to make it up to you."

And he would. How could he not. You were his precious little wife.

And he loved his precious little wife.

[diif-enthusiast]

this is so….omg 🙏🏼🥺🤞🏼❤️

˚‧ ✰  ˓ ˖ SECRET-GO-ROUND | ˚｡ nanami kento x female reader ᨀ minors do not interact˓˓WORD COUNT ᨀ 7.8k˓˓ furueru kuchibiru!retelling, college!au, professor!nanami, uni student!reader, bratty!reader, age gap (nanami is in mid/late 30s, reader is in 20s), teacher-student relationships, carnival dates, a sprinkle of fluff 'n' angst, public sex, unprotected sex, blowjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, quickie on a ferris wheel, creampies, money shots, sensei kink, anal play, fingering, degradation + reader is a lil manipulative. @SYNOPSIS ᨀ kento is in a secret relationship with his student, but when he loses a bet to her, he has to take her on their first date in public. @SATORHIME SAID ᨀ this is my first long fic since the spring and i'm so excited for u to read it !! (/ε＼*) i hope u babies enjoy this nasty lil piece i cooked up in my candy store MWAH !!

nanami kento is a hypocrite. 

he demands professionalism and punctuality from his students and he does not believe in making mistakes that can be avoided in life. his entire day would be ruined if he walked down a sidewalk and stepped in chewing gum when he could have taken the train, yet he detests tardiness. he grimaces at late assignments, typos in emails, and clucks his tongue at mispronounced words during oral presentations, even though, out of every faculty member and student at the university, he may be the one making the biggest mistake of them all.

it's surprising because nanami conforms to the standard. he studied law because he respected the structure of rules and resonated with upholding order and justice. he takes the moral high ground above his immature colleagues who refuse to grow up even though they're well past the age of thirty. much to nanami's delight, they stopped inviting him out on weekends because he couldn't stop sneering in disgust at their conversation, threatening to report toji, satoru, and suguru after they attempted to coax him into their long running competition of letting their good looks and expensive doctorates seduce starry-eyed students into fucking them for sport; tallying up each other's scores from their game like athletes every monday morning.

but yes, nanami kento is still a hypocrite.

because he is the only one with a student walking around his apartment half-naked right now.  

of course, nanami knows better than that. he barely dated through his long years of school, too focused on hanging up degree after degree in his parents’ living room to have time for anything more than a couple of flings and failed dates. and now four years into his tenure, a brilliant professor with a heap of accolades under his designer belt, he fell in love with you, his pretty little student.

he doesn’t know how it happened when the two of you are complete opposites— nanami is a jaded homebody that rejects human interaction and you are a firecracker full of energy in constant need of his attention. it wasn't even supposed to happen, but it's been a downward spiral of forbidden feelings since that one fucking evening you stayed behind after class to discuss your law research paper with him. you'd ended up hitting it off— you found nanami handsome, confident, and easy to talk to. confiding in him about your worries over getting good grades and making your family proud, and somehow that conversation ended with you being fucked over his desk for the first time. in truth, he had expected you to have your fill of a fantasy you wanted to play out and skip onto the next after that, but you didn’t seem to care about any of the other boys who looked at you around campus.

instead, you were satisfied with wriggling your way into his heart, one swish of your plush hips at a time. 

you’ve wriggled your way into his home as well, peeking your head curiously into his bedroom now. you find nanami still asleep on his back— his legs tangled in the bamboo sheets and one muscled arm thrown across his handsome features, shielding his eyes from the light beams. your eyes rove over his shirtless form, the morning sun illuminating the chiseled grooves of his toned abs— catching onto the fine dusting of golden hairs over his adonis belt. though he ignores the silly effect he has on you and the other students, your professor is easily the most beautiful man on campus and you could stare at him all day.

but not right now. a pout shapes your lips in disappointment because you rarely see nanami anymore. he’s busier than ever now between classes starting back up at the university, the cases he handles at the firm, and writing his faculty book. today is the first day he’s been free in almost a month, and he plans on sleeping the entire day away? that won’t do.

you tiptoe into the room, crawling onto the pillowy mattress to straddle nanami’s narrow hips. the warm weight rouses him, but his eyes remained shut, a soft groan rumbling behind his ribcage. 

“it’s too early for you to be in my lap, little love,” his voice is rough and syrupy with sleep, making you suck your bottom lip into your mouth at the sound of it— but you’re determined not to let his attractiveness ruin your plan for the day. “come on, get off.” 

“well, it’s too late for you to still be in bed, damn it,” you huff, peeling his arm away from his face to cup his cheeks. you watch as horizontal lines appear in his forehead, and you hurry to continue, “today is your day off, kento-sensei. i was thinking.. maybe- let’s go out on a date!” 

nanami’s café au lait eyes flicker open with a speed that startles you, fixed on your pretty face. you’re wearing his shirt and there’s a pillow mark on your cheek, hair messy from sleep. he feels his chest cave in because there’s nothing he wants more than to take you out to see the world and share your beauty with it. instead, a weary sigh exhales from his nostrils and it sounds like a declination. 

“you’re going to say no, aren’t you?” 

“yes, you know that we cannot be seen together. what will you do if someone recognizes one of us?” 

“we’re a couple, aren’t we? why are you always so worried about someone seeing us. c’mon, kento-sensei- i want to go to the carnival that's in town. we can even wear disguises!” you try reasoning with him melodramatically, but kento simply shakes his head at your antics. 

“i’m sorry, love, but there is too much at stake, for the both of us,” nanami says, squeezing your hip in apology. you frown— you hate being coddled by him. 

“too much at stake? like your tenure? is that really the most important thing to you?” 

“i won’t have this conversation again,” he clips sternly, propping his torso up on one elbow to narrow his sharp eyes at you. “when your classmates start rumors about you fucking me for extra credit, will going out on a date really be worth that? i’m thinking about your reputation, not mine.” 

“i don’t want you to think of my reputation, i want you to treat me like your woman,” you roll your eyes. it’s always the same argument. while nanami is content to hide your relationship in shaded alcoves and apartments with the curtains drawn, you want to love him openly. to run errands with him and sit in sunny windows at cute little cafés with him— to not have to lie at sleepovers with your friends when they ask who is the one who is making you so happy.

nanami’s silence is degrading, frustration simmering up in your chest. a deeper frown twists your features as you reach for a fluffy feather pillow, gripping both ends and swinging it down— aiming right for nanami’s head. 

he knocks the pillow away easily, unamused. “what are you, an infant?”

“argh, you’re so annoying. fine then, have it your way!” you grumble, but then your big doe eyes glint mischievousness in them. nanami can only watch with a lifted brow as you reach for the buttons of your (his) shirt, unbuttoning them quickly with trembling hands. your heart picks up to thump excitedly as you slip one side of the shirt apart, letting the fabric pool in the crook of your elbow— revealing pebbled nipples to your professor’s confused eyes. you gently cup one of your breasts teasingly, a minx. “let’s do it this way instead.” 

“and what way is that? are you trying to bribe me, young lady?” he snorts, but his eyes flicker down to the soft swell of your breasts, the knot in his throat bobbing as he swallows. 

you nibble your lip as you sit on your knees between his legs to paw the sheets covering his hips out of the way.

“obviously my bribery’s working since you’re already hard,” you tease in a saccharinely sweet voice. kento prefers sleeping in expensive silks with nothing underneath so your eyes are immediately drawn to the very visible print of his erection. you cup the bulge of his cock gently, palming it against your hand— little cunt pulsing greedily as you feel it twitch under your touch, nanami hissing under his breath.

the pit of his stomach lurches traitorously because he knows what your mushy little brain is up to— whenever he refuses to let you get your way, you’ll be reaching to hold his cock in your hand as if it is a genie that can grant all of your wishes. 

one of these days, you will drive him insane. 

especially when you’re humming sweetly as if you're folding laundry, hooking your thumbs under the waistband of his pajamas and tugging them down to his ankles. the heavy strain of his cock plops against his abdomen. you grab for it, marveling at how tiny your hand looks compared to it. honestly, nanami’s cock is just so fucking pretty to you that you long to tell all of your girlfriends about it— thick and weighty, a little darker than his body with a dusky tip that leaks so much. maybe you would leave out the detail that without proper preparation, his cock stretches you out painfully. tears and snot and limps in your walk whenever he fucks you. 

“oh, it’s leaking,” you simper breathlessly, throat running dry. 

“don’t be crass,” he scolds, but you ignore him to stare in wonderment at the way the bulbous head is drooling precum in a steady trickle, smearing over your hand as your thumb rubs against a thick vein. you go slippery, wet between the thighs at the thought of sucking it into your mouth, basking in the way his hips give a little jolt as you touch him. but other than that, he regards you with a flat look. “so what are you planning, hmm? tell me.” 

“i want to make a bet with you,” you lower your face until you’re level with his crotch, opening up and lolling your cherry tongue out invitingly. nanami inhales a serrated breath as your soft lips sucks the tip of his cock into your little mouth, sampling his taste. 

“how about this?” you continue, fluttering your lashes as you breathe in the masculine scent of his cock. he tastes good, sweet precum bursting over your tastebuds as you pause to swipe your tongue into the slit. you can't even wait, suckling down on the tip greedily, pausing between licks to speak. “if you can keep yourself from cumming until.. eleven ‘o clock then i’ll drop the idea of going on a date, but if you can’t… you have to take me to the street carnival. pretty please?” 

he pauses to think about it for the longest, and you roll your eyes, scraping your teeth ever so lightly against the underside of his length to bring his attention back to you, earning a dirty look in reward.

“i’m offended you think i’ll lose,” he snorts, but the way his hips kick as you kitten lick over the slit of his tip makes you smile. you're already winning. “i’m an adult, little darling. i know how to control myself.” 

“oh yeah?” you coo, challenging him by tilting your head down with an open mouth, warm and wet on the wide girth of nanami’s cock— drawing him in against hollowed cheeks, lathering him down in saliva that smells like mint and morning coffee. you reel back, hard on the pull up before slurping him back down in a slow mouth fuck. 

he tosses his head back with a deep huff from his nostrils, hand twitching on the bed. sometimes you hate how quiet nanami is. on some nights, after he is forced to watch boys flirt with you around campus while you’re dressed in tiny little shorts and slutty little skirts, he’ll toss you on his mattress and fuck filthy lies into you about sitting you on his cock in front of all 40 students in his course and claiming you as his girl, growling in your ear until you’re splashing his sheets with cum and crying into his shoulder because you want it so bad. but during times when you’re being bratty, he never rewards your bad behavior with the praise you work on your knees for. 

you briefly glance at the clock on the nightstand. 

10:32 AM

“gonna cum yet, nanami-sensei?” you tease on the release, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a wet pop, glistening in your spit. you smile up at him with precum on your teeth, blinking coquettishly as you let his cock plop against his abdomen, flattening your tongue to lick long stripes up and down the length of his cock. “it’s okay if you want to let go of it, i’ll catch every last drop of your cum.” 

“i’m not going to fucking cum,” nanami snaps, gritting his jaw. his eyes are narrowed and though he looks unimpressed and obstinate, he frays at the seams. “are you so hungry that you’ll eat my cum? stop this childishness and i’ll make you breakfast then.” 

“mm-! that won’t work,” you giggle at his weak attempt, before sinking your mouth back down on his cock, nose buried in the sandy hairs around the base. digging your fingernails into the olive skin at his thighs when the tip of his cock bumps against your fleshy throat, gagging around him as you struggle to swallow around the thickness lodged in your throat. mouth too small to accommodate the size of his fat girth. your cheeks are so cute, too— chubby with the strain, but you’re determined, even as thick precum drools down the back of your tongue and you choke, gurgling and flexing your tongue to greedily swallow it down. 

he’s always sensitive in the morning, waking up with his stiff erection pressed shamefully between your ass cheeks so you know exactly how to work him, a sweltering suction around his leaking cock. burning hot pleasure right into the pit of his gut. his fingers fist in the sheets and he looks so fucking ruined in the morning sun with his jaw slacked, neck blotchy and bursting with veins from the strain of holding off his grunts of pleasure— holding off his cum too. “j-jesus fuck, love. that’s it-” 

this time, nanami is the one desperately searching for the red glare of the alarm clock, eyes wildly reading the numbers. 

10:47 AM

thirteen minutes left. if he can just—

“don’t pretend you don’t feel good, kento-sensei,” you giggle as you reel back to breathe, swirling your tongue over the tip of his sticky cock. he grunts, his hips jolting desperately. “i know all of your weak spots, after all.” 

the law professor bristles, panting as he glares down at you. 

“don’t look at me like that… i just wanna make you feel good,” your aggressiveness isn't new to him. though usually you’re gooey in the head, on your back with legs splayed, letting him do whatever he wants to you— there are times like right now when you’re dipping further down to suck on his balls, weighty and full with cum, sending nanami’s hips into a frenzy. his hard cock slaps against your forehead as his hips jerk up, but you wrap your hand around it— pumping him quickly.

“fuck, i…” 

“duh-oh, i’m running oush of time,” you mumble as you suck greedily on one of his balls, watching the clock. 

10:57 AM

“what are you-” 

“you liked it when i did this, right sensei?” you hum, melodic voice like a siren on a shipwrecked shore, luring him in. devilish mouth smiling sweet as you’re committing sin, lowering further to play your dirty tricks on him— spreading one of nanami’s ass cheeks apart to swirl your tongue around the rim of his hole at the same time you squeeze his cock painfully. 

“d-don’t, darling. fuck… you’re going to make me-” 

his reaction is immediate, a big fist twisting in your hair to shove your head away from him but it’s too late. above you, nanami punches out a grunt that sounds ruined, the spongy wetness of your tongue teasing at his puckered hole combined with your firm hand pumping his cock in a steady rhythm is too much. he loses the bet with the back of his head shoved into the pillow, thighs twitching from the shocks of pleasure as long ropes of cum splashes onto your face in white strings, dripping wet down your cheeks. 

when he shoves your head away, you sit back on your heels— beaming up at him with the prettiest smile of triumph, covered in his cum. 

“that’s that,” you tease, “should i wear my white or pink dress?” 

“we’re only staying for a short while,” nanami announces with an exasperated sigh, even as he fastens the neon pink unlimited rides! armband around your wrist. when he finishes, you beam and hook your hand into the crook of his arm— scoping out the attractions. “where do you want to go first?” 

the last day of the traveling carnival is crowded. an annual late summer tradition in your city, it never fails to draw out the numbers on weekends. lovesick couples share kisses, dining on overpriced treats. exhausted families push around strollers with wailing babies inside of them while teenagers shove each other in the queues for thrill rides, pop music blasting through the speakers. it’s a risk, the kind of location nanami would have avoided for a first official date with his student, for fuck’s sake, but he hates seeing your looks of disappointment.

he much prefers the way you look right now— drunk on the scent of buttery popcorn and sugary cotton candy— a devastating figment of his dreams, dressed in a little white chiffon sundress that whirls around your thighs with each movement. your eyes twinkling in glee behind the shades perched on your nose at the colorful tents, fast rides, and rows of sideshows.

“let’s try out one of the sideshows first?” you suggest, pointing excitedly to the striped canopy stalls lined up on one row of the carnival, adorable prizes sitting on shelves behind carnies enticing passersby to try their luck at strength tests, shooting games, hook-a-duck and skeeball for cheap prices. “you could use a win after this morning.” 

“does that mouth of yours ever know how to be quiet?” nanami wonders wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose out of habit as rosy flush creeps above the collar of his shirt. “lead the way if you’re finished making fun of me.” 

rolling your eyes, you tug him by the arm over to a shooting range. colorful balloons line up in many neat rows. the carnie behind the stall brightens up at new victims, his smile missing several teeth as he gestures to the game— holding up a handful of sharp darts in invitation. 

“good evenin’, good evenin’ to the lovely couple! interested in trying your luck in pop-a-balloon? all ya hafta do is aim and throw. hitting five red ones in a row wins the largest prizes,” he markets, “yer fella looks like he’s got a good arm on ‘em too. whaddya say?”

“it’s an obvious scam they’re running. the red ones are the smallest,” kento points out under his breath, but you shoot a glare at him, nudging him forward. he sighs, reaching into the back pocket of his shorts to retrieve his wallet, slapping a crisp ten on the wooden counter. “fine.” 

“good choice! take these darts ‘n’ give it yer best shot, buddy,” the carnie pockets the bill, handing the darts to nanami and stepping safely out of the way. 

“alright, which one do you want, darling?” 

“the big one,” you grin.

“of course you do,” the male purses his lips, folding up the sleeves of his shirt before he takes the darts. it’s attractive the way his forehead creases, concentration narrowing his eyes behind his green tinted sunglasses.  he knows games like this are rigged, but that doesn’t stop him from carefully analyzing the balloons because you want the prize and he’ll do anything for you. it’s easy math, calculating the distance between his stance and the target wall— stretching a visual line across the tiny red balloons. 

the first dart strikes out, bursting the balloon with a startling pop. you clap your hands happily in support, a greedy pang of want twinging in your lower belly as you watch his biceps ripple with the movement as the rest of the balloons bursts easily until he's out of darts— game over. 

“congrats, man, y’ didn’t embarrass yer girl,” the carnie jokes, but you can tell he isn’t happy about the quick and easy win. “which one d’ you want, miss? top’s yours to choose from.” 

“that one,” your eyes sparkle, pointing to the large pompompurin prize in that adorable little suit. you’re handed the fat plush that dwarfs your frame, squeezing it to your body in delight. “it looks like you, nanamin!” 

“oh? should i be worried about the competition?” 

“please, no one can ever replace you.” 

you say it with a teasing smile, but nanami hates the way his heart stutters, even as his mind screams that he isn’t supposed to be here with you, entertaining your girlish affections, in love with you beyond repair. 

but as the sun relaxes the sky into a dreamsicle orange, so does the weight on nanami’s shoulders. he still keeps his eyes sharp for familiar bodies, but he finds it harder to resist your energy— letting you take his hand to drag him around the rest of the carnival grounds to various attractions. spending his money on sticky cotton candy, powdery funnel cake and customized couple items. forcing him to accompany you on your favorite rides, too— rollercoasters and carousels and tilt-a-whirls until the two of you are dizzy and windswept. 

“you looked relaxed,” you hum over the noise of thrill ride chains clanking together and carefree laughter in the background, tucked comfortably under kento���s arm as the two of you wait behind three other couples in the queue for the ferris wheel— your favorite and final stop before the date finally ends. 

“i don’t have to work today,” he replies dryly, but his thin lips quirk up as if he wants to smile. 

“that’s the only reason? ken, you’re so boring.” 

you really have a terrible habit of not letting him finish his sentences, he thinks. 

“wah, i wish we could do this everyday!” you cheer, cuddled up against nanami’s warm side as the ferris wheel begins to move, ascending higher into the sky as the large capsules sway in the breeze calmly. 

nanami simply nods in reply as he stares out of the window of the enclosed gondola, the giant pompompurin he won for you balanced comically on one of his knees. the view is breathtaking from up here. people strolling around the carnival grow smaller, the winking lights on top of the tents nothing more than tiny fireflies in the late summer night from this height. so high above the world who would judge you, it’s easy to forget decorum and feel like a normal couple. 

it even has kento completely at ease, sighing peacefully and believing that nothing could ruin the peaceful moment of bliss between the two of you up here— 

until the ride jeers and jolts to a hard stop, swinging the capsules violently. 

you hear a crackling noise from the speaker attached to one of the beams.

“attention all ride passengers!” the teenager operating the ride speaks into the staticky intercom with mildly contained panic. “we’re experiencing a malfunction and will have the ride working after a short while. please remain seated and do not open your capsule door. thank you!” 

“just grand,” nanami purses his lips in disapproval before his eyes slide over to you, reaching over to draw you closer. “are you alright?” 

but where he expects to be met with your apprehension, your answering smile is a twinkling constellation of giddiness and opportunity. after all, how could you be afraid when you’re stuck at the top of the world with the most attractive man born into it? looking at him right now means thinking of nothing else anyway. he looks good out of a suit with the outdoors on him— hair mussed up and sweat staining his pristine white linen shirt. you think about earlier today when you whined at him about lacking romance until he agreed to eat cotton candy from your fingertips, melted sugar crusted against your digits as nanami licked and suckled obscenely on purpose until your panties were embarrassingly damp. 

knowing this date out in the open with him will likely be your last, you plan on making the best of it until the very end. 

“h-hey, sensei?” you call for him, warmth blooming over your cheeks at the sudden idea pushing to the forefront of your mind. 

“mhm?” 

“didn’t seeing me in this pretty dress today make you want to fuck me?” 

“don’t flatter yourself, darling,” he replies flippantly, but you don’t miss the sharp intake of breath that rattles through the quiet gondola that betrays his answer. you looked like an angel of sin the entire day in your little white dress. how many times did that fucking hem flutter above your thighs in the wind as you carelessly bounced around, giving him a flash of your cotton panties? how many times did he have to yank it down before another man got a look at his girl— “i hardly noticed it.” 

“i could show you now,” you hum softly, never satiated. you rest your chin on his shoulder, fingers playing along the top of his thigh. “you could fuck me right here and no one would know. we’ll be here for a while…” 

“you force me to come on this date with you during my day off, now you want sex too? you’ve been hanging around frat boys too much,” he deadpans, but his cock twitches in traitorous interest against his inner thigh at your nasty little proposition. it’s hardly appropriate and he shouldn’t allow you to crawl onto your knees and plop right into his lap, but nanami can never find the willpower to deny you whenever you desire something that he can provide. “need i remind you that we’re in public? what are you-” 

“don’t be mean to me, sensei. i didn’t get to cum this morning, you know,” you whine childishly with a blubbery pout to goad him. you’ve always been insatiable and greedy, the simple thought of being stuck at the top of a ferris wheel with nothing else to do but wait to be rescued swirling a lusted ache into your cunt for him, needy and pulsing. 

“if we would’ve stayed home per my suggestion, i would’ve taken care of this here,” he tuts, his voice clipped and hard as he gestures to the way you’re already squirming against his thigh. “you just can’t wait for me, can you? even after class, you always have to sit on my cock before we get home. what am i going to do with you?” 

“i-i can’t help it,” you bundle the hem of your dress against your hips as you lean back, the center of your panties soaked and sticky wet between your puffy lips. he can’t see the damp patch waiting there for him, but he can feel it. wetting the cloth of his shorts down where you squirm and wriggle. the lights on the beams of the ferris wheel rotate into the gondola, flashing neon rainbows across your and nanami’s features in the quiet dark, allowing you to see the way his honey brown eyes darken to black. 

“stop thinking so much for once and pass the time with me,” you continue, purring the words against his neck. you move closer, your breasts pressed up against the damp linen of his shirt as you run your tongue over the sharp cut of his jawline, inhaling the spicy scent of his sweat and tom ford aftershave. your next move is the last bit of convincing he needs, fingers slipping between the gap of your bodies to palm the fat line of his growing erection. “y-you’ll fuck me, right nanami?” 

nanami grits his teeth as he feels his cock thicken in arousal, staving off a groan. his fingertips itch with the desire to touch you. he doesn’t know what has the biggest affect on him right now— the high altitude, the memory of your cute little throat struggling to swallow around him first thing in the morning, or just you in general. wearing a sundress shorter than some of his work shirts and begging him to fuck you on a ferris wheel.  

“come here, pretty little thing,” nanami murmurs huskily, squishing his big fingers into your soft cheeks to draw your lips to his for a kiss. he never fails to make stars bust behind your eyelids when he touches you— bold and bratty until you’ve gotten your way and he’s in the lead, letting you squirm on his lap. your cunt gushes at the kiss alone, warm and wet and forbidden as nanami tongues over your bottom lip— sucking it into his mouth, kissing you to a swell until you open for him obediently and he’s fully in control. searing licks of his tongue as he explores you.

the kiss is sloppy, just how you like it. challenging a clean-cut man like nanami who lives by the book into swallowing your soft whines and moans, into swapping strings of bubbly spit that tastes like cotton candy and caramel apples. 

“you’re so messy, even in public,” he chides, breaking the kiss to give you room to breathe but you chase it, nipping his upper lip with your teeth hard, nanami grunting low in his chest before you soothe the sting with your tongue. he pinches your chin between his fingers, twisting your head to the side to redirect his mouth to your neck. he knows better, but you cloud his judgment— murk up the waters of his mind as he fastens his lips onto a spot against your neck, suckling at the skin until the capillaries burst and his mark blooms slow. 

“o-oh-” 

“you’re even messier down here, aren’t you? filthy girl, how long have you been this wet?” he groans lecherously, fitting a hand between your spread legs and his thigh so he can twist the front of your ruined cotton panties against his fist, drawing them upwards so the damp fabric wedges painfully against the seam of your unused cunt. 

“that h-hurts, ken,” you whine, but it whispers off into a blissful sigh as nanami shifts the fabric, rubbing raw against your slit. with his free hand, he tugs the sweetheart neckline of your dress to press wet kisses over your chest with a hum. 

“i’ve got you, darling. i’ll take care of it- make it all better,” he promises, and just as he’s about to jerk your panties to the side and put his fingers on your pussy, the intercom crackles in a tinny screech— 

the two of you startle, chests heaving breathlessly and hearts thumping tandemly in erratic rhythms. 

“attention all ride passengers,” the voice is unfamiliar, clearing their throats before continuing, “the ride will be back in working condition in an estimate of thirty minutes. thank you for your patience and we apologize for the inconvenience.” 

thirty minutes. 

“n-nanami-sensei, h-hurry up! please, before-” you whisper out in a frantic breath, fumbling for the loops of his belt to unbuckle it.

“hush, i promised i would take care of it,” he grunts, as unhurried as ever as he swoops his head down and fastens his lips around your nipple over the material of your sundress, suckling the bud until he feels it peak against his tongue, until the fabric is soaked in his spit and your pussy clenches hungrily in need. he nibbles at the bud, torturing you— pinching it between his teeth, bringing irritated tears to your eyes at the little twinges of pain. “alright now. i want you to take my cock out and rub it through your messy little slit, can you do that for me?” 

“can i sit on it?” you flutter your glistening eyelashes at him as he reels back, leaning against the bench of the capsule, letting you twiddle the buttons of his shirt apart first— revealing golden skin and the ripples of his washboard abs before you continue, sliding the zipper down on his shorts. kento’s cock is fully hard when you draw it against your palm, warm and twitching when you squeeze it experimentally. 

“what did i teach you? haste is the enemy of quality.” 

“god, y… you’re so annoying,” the gondola is too dark to see, but you know what it looks like from memory alone. his cock bounces between the two of you, slapping against your belly button, the mushroom tip leaking foggy droplets down the thick shaft. your tongue feels like cotton in your mouth as you wrap your fingers around it firmly, spreading tacky precum as you pump him slowly.

he tugs your panties to one side as you lift up just a little, letting nanami’s cock bend along the line of his thigh— long and hard under your ass when you sit down against it. he knows that the two of you are running out of time; he can’t tease you like he does at home or in his office after hours, boring you with philosophical quotes or quizzing you with topics you don’t pay attention to in his class and forcing you to sit on his cock for hours when you answer incorrectly. drool floods your mouth at the delicious friction as you hump your pussy over his cock desperately, wetting him down in strings of slick;  your puffy clit rubbing against the flared head, but it's not enough. 

“n-nanami-sensei, c-c’mon, this isn’t fair-” you pant into the crook of his neck, oversensitive and strung out, swiveling your hips in a slow circle, grinding your clit down hard until it feels sore.

“what isn’t fair, little darling?” nanami chuckles in amusement, but he sounds like ruination, voice gravel on stone. he slips the straps of your sundress from your shoulders to press kisses to your heated skin. he forces the fabric down further, just until one of your nipples are exposed and he can wrap his lips around the bare skin, suckling it against his tongue. he drags his cock away from your folds, slapping it hard against the coarse curls at your mound. “you think i'm unfair because you want my cock inside you around all of these people and i won't give it to you? when will you ever learn propriety, hmm?” 

“n-not ‘til you fuck it into me, kento-sensei,” is your petulant response, gripping the skirt of your sundress dress until the skin of your knuckles feel taut. it’s unfair that he makes fun of how much you want him, it's unfair that he has all of that cock but he won't let you fuck yourself on it, it's unfair but you let it happen— wriggling in anticipation, letting him slap the tip of his cock against your clit and tease you out as you moan for it dumbly. “wanna sit on it your cock so i can learn something!” 

“why do you think you deserve it?” 

the effect he has on you is dangerous. maybe you’re naïve and reckless with your heart, the dewy-eyed college girl helplessly in love with her professor— but no one has ever made you feel the way that he does, not the shitty frat boys or snobby trust fund babies that chase your cute smile and pretty skirts at parties and in hallways. while he thinks you’re using him to fulfill a fantasy, you’re simply unable to convey your feelings into actual words. it’s more than just wanting to fuck him because you’re good at it and it feels good. instead, it’s because when his cock is stretching you out, the two of you joined in the most intimate way possible, it’s forbidden words left unsaid. you deserve him because you lo— 

“buh-..’cause you always gimme what i want?” is how you choose to respond instead.

“incorrect answer as always, brat,” he scolds, reaching around to deliver a punishing slap to your ass, making you cough out a yelp. “sit on me, even though you don’t deserve it.” 

oh.

you glance out of the window behind kento’s head. it’s too dark to see inside of the other stranded gondolas below you, but you wonder if they can see you. if the other couples are watching as you lean up on sore knees, smearing his precum along your folds as his cock swipes through your slit until the fat head catches on your entrance and you hear him hiss.

your heart thuds painfully against your ribs, the familiar feeling of delicious fear at the sheer size of your professor’s cock setting an ache in your belly. you widen your thighs, your knees scratching against the rough material of the bench as you reach down to spread one of side of your folds apart, opening yourself for him. but as you plan to sink down slowly, carefully, the ferris wheel suddenly rocks, spearing you down too fucking quick on the blunt head of his cock—

“w-wait, k-kento-sensei-!” your abrupt shriek rings out in the silence as you scramble desperately to wrap your arms around his neck for support. glassy tears spring hot to the corner of your eyes, the stretch making your sore cunt flutter around him tight and desperate as your knees try to snap shut against his hips uselessly. you try to hold yourself from sliding down on him any further until you're ready for it, but you’re so fucking wet that your pussy greedily sucks in the rest of his inches and your thighs give up against the strain, weight forcing you down to sit flush against his lap— jutting his cock up against your womb with a deep twinge.

“take it easy, darling girl,” he bites out behind clenched teeth as his head tosses back against the window, his groan vibrating against your bodies. fingers digging deep into the soft skin of your hips at the intrusion, the sensation of your pussy sinking down on his cock is too much— breaking him out into a cold sweat, feverish. you're so small, tightening around him until he feels like choking. his calloused hand tries to rub soothingly over the soft dimples of your lower back, but he’s just as fucked out as you.

“i-i can’t-!” you cry out, trembling in his arms and clinging to him hopelessly, snot bubbling in your nose and mascara staining your cheeks. you shift experimentally and you feel your stomach lurch with a wet gasp punching from your lips, but there’s no real time to get used to the stretch of his cock inside of you and you know it— not when the mechanics are close to fixing up the broken ride. “n-nanami-” 

“you can do it, love,” he coos, kissing the temple of your sweaty forehead with the tender care you deserve for trying to accommodate his fat girth. he rewards you by fanning his hand over your belly, thumb dropping upside down to rub through your folds, fucking it over your swollen clit in squishy circles. “show me how well this pussy can take me.” 

you nod dumbly, the pleasure singeing your nerves raw as you shakily lift out of his lap before sinking again, his cock disappearing against your gummy walls with a thick push that squelches lewdly on the draw in. it’s overwhelming and so fucking good, your hand slapping against the window behind his head for leverage— leaving a print in the condensation. “eugh- f-fuck, kento-” 

there’s a different kind of stroke to a cock when you’re not allowed to have it. sweet punishment for your sins because you aren’t supposed to be here with your professor, fucking him at all, let alone in public. forced to settle for short, deep drops of your hips instead of bouncing high and spreading it out— keeping him snug against your cervix in order not to rock the capsule too much. it’s messy and your cunt loves it, slick spreading along your thighs, gushing down the length of nanami’s cock. 

“ah, look at you. you love this, don’t you? you wish someone would see. it’s like you want to get caught so everyone will know who this cunt makes the sweetest sounds for,” nanami rasps out, thumbing your clit faster now, leaving his fingerprints under the hood of the sore nub. he widens his stance, spreading his feet apart to force you to sink deeper into his lap— hard jostles, your ass cheeks slapping down lewdly against his balls. your back arches so prettily for him that he can’t help but grasp one of your tits into his hand, bringing it to his mouth to taste the salty skin on his tongue. 

“i-i love it-! i love it s’much, kento-sensei. love you s‘much-!” you sob loudly, burning with the affection his cock fucks against your nerves. you’re drunk on the pleasure, too much dopamine twinkling in your brain to realize the weight of your confession, but kento does. heart sputtering and swells inside his chest cavity because you sound like you mean it— cock thickening inside of you. 

“fuck- fucking love you too, my darling girl.” 

the desperate rhythm of your fucking upsets the gondola, rocking it slightly, and kento loses ground— his teeth catching your nipple in a pinch that makes you fuck down on him harder. the pain combined with the pleasure of his cock dragging in and out of your cunt dizzyingly sweet. he soothes over the sting with a gentle suck of his mouth and you squirm with a whine, gushing around him even more, your sticky cream foaming around the base of his cock in a squishy ring that aids your slide.  

“we are terribly sorry for the inconvenience, folks. the ride appears to be fully operational now and we will begin unloading passengers now!” 

the intercom announces loudly as the engine of the ride cranks up on the ground, the flashing lights shining into the gondola once again. you don’t even pay attention to the bright beams, eyes rolled back and and head too full of cum to notice so kento quickly clamps his hand over the back of your head and forces it down against his shoulder to hide your silhouette in the window.

“no- don’t wan’ get off yet. i-i’m so close… wanna cum on your cock so bad!” 

“what are you going to do if we reach the bottom of the ferris wheel doing this?” he pants, his hands pressing searing bruises into the curve of your hips as he lifts you effortlessly up and down his cock, breaching your soaked cunt with powerful, deep fucks that leaves you ruined. 

“a-are you scared of getting caught, nanami-sensei?” you whine, shifting against his strong hold, drooling against his shoulder as you moan loudly. nanami answers by bucking his hips off the bench hard, letting the devastating drops of your hips be met with hard snaps of his own. 

“hush, filthy girl. you’re so fucking loud,” he hisses, his hand leaving your hip to stuff three fingers into your mouth, clacking against your teeth with the movement. “suck them or do you want someone to hear us and stop you from cumming?” 

by the time the ferris wheel begins to descend, your mind is lost to the pleasure nanami fucks into your pussy. your exhausted fingers rub furiously at your puffy clit as you bounce frantically on your professor’s drenched cock, letting the fat cockhead bully that spongy sweet spot nestled along your walls repeatedly until you’re wailing even louder, the sound barely muffled by nanami’s thick fingers.

it’s so fucking good that neither one of you care about getting caught any longer, consequences be damned. the musky scent of sex permeates the tight air, the capsule rocks violently with your sloppy movements. and how could you care about anything else when nanami grips your hair and hisses into your ear, once and for all, “cum for me, you little slut,”

“uhuh, k-kento-sensei ‘m gonna cum for y-you-! jus’ for you-!” you promise with a cry, swallowing his cock down with greedy bounces of your cunt to his lap— thighs trembling violently, eyes crossing up, blurring your vision with tears as you fuck lewdly. your nails scratch down the window desperately as kento takes over and rubs his fingers through your slit, hooking his middle finger into your cunt alongside his cock, stretching you out even further while his thumb is back to rubbing into your clit again. sharp shocks of pleasure in that final movement that burns through your veins, throwing you over the edge. 

“give me one, little love- give me one right here, let me feel you-” 

you’re wailing too fucking loud, but he doesn’t dare stop you, not when you’re this breathtaking. trembling in his lap as the knot in your lower belly bursts wide open, knees clacking against his hips as your orgasm curls your toes, washing you down with white hot pleasure. you cling to nanami’s neck desperately, cunt expanding as overstimulation sets in and you splash juices against his shorts and the hem of your sundress with so much force that his cock slips out with a wet squelch, until you quickly push it back in with a gasp. 

“h-hah, oh god-!” you squeal, writhing all over his lap, cunt still pulsing and clamping around him. kento swears and you know that he’s close too, doing your best to give him a few more weak drops of your cunt on his cock. his muscles tighten and he cums with a long guttural groan that he buries against the sweaty skin of your neck, spurting thick globs of warm seed right up against your womb just as your gondola reaches the bottom of the ferris wheel— 

“f-fuck, darling. get off- get the fuck up right now-” 

you quickly climb off of kento’s lap on gummy legs, his cum pooling against your cotton panties and trickling messily down your inner thigh. you wipe your thighs on the hem of your ruined dress as kento calmly tucks his dripping cock back into his shorts before buttoning his wrinkled shirt up with an air of easy sophistication, as if he just didn’t fuck his student dirty on a ferris wheel, as if your squirt isn't soaked into his shorts and dripping onto his shoes.  

“come here, you,” he beckons, reaching for you to tenderly wipe your tear stained cheeks with his shirt, clearing up the smudges of mascara. “there.” 

you smile at him blearily just as the door to the gondola opens. the ride operators take in your disheveled appearances, but round it up to an hour of being stranded at the top of a thrill ride. what were they going to say, anyway? miss, why is that man's cum leaking down your leg?

nanami is casual, holding his head high and exiting first with your pompompurin plush while you follow behind him shyly, his arm wrapping around your waist to hoist you down from the gondola. he knows that the limp in your walk will be too obvious— you’re always so sore after he fucks you— so he kneels down on the platform, letting you climb onto his back to be carried. 

the carnival is deserted now. rides that once blasted the summer’s top hits have been shut down, sideshows boarded up for the night, and fairgoers who filled the streets have gone home by the time you and nanami make your way towards the exit, avoiding the makeshift emergency triage to the left checking on passengers of the ferris wheel even though no one was injured. but maybe you needed to let them check your heart and diagnose why you selfishly forced nanami into hanging out with you on his only day off, why you confessed to loving your professor while you were bouncing on his cock— 

why you meant every word you said to him.

“say, kento,” you call sleepily, one cheek smushed against his shoulder as your head lolls cutely against it. you hear him hum for you to continue, shifting your weight evenly as he walks out of the carnival grounds and towards the parking lot. a lump forms at the base of your throat, and you hate how vulnerable and weak you sound. “i’m sorry for dragging you out here today on your day off. you must be annoyed with me, right?” 

“don’t be foolish,” his voice is back to that endearing monotone, but he gives your thighs a soft squeeze as he strolls, pressing the key finder to his mercedes once you reach the parking lot to locate it. he's been an idiot the entire time, hiding you away like he has. “i’m off next saturday too so let’s go out on a date again.” 

˚‧ ✰ hottest students in nanami's class: @tobiodose, @lawscorazon, @fushisslut, @danibby, @hanmas, @atsumeii, @venusflytrapstar, @sheerxfiction, @sintiva, @getosbunny, @tonaken, @sailewhoremoon !!

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just having thoughts about footballer!nanami who gets shy around you, his cheeks flush to a deep rosey pink shade that he wasn’t entirely sure could darken to.

footballer!nanami who is awake at 5 in the morning to go on a run, whilst he’s running, the sun is beginning to rise and peak out from behind the clouds, nanami wonders if you were up yet and sends you a good morning text as soon as he’s at home.

footballer!nanami likes having you at his matches, sat amongst the crowd, he knows you weren’t 100% sure on the rules of the game but it’s the thought that counts to him, especially when you’re wearing the shirt with his number ‘7’ and name on the back.

footballer!nanami definitely gets teased by his other players for how he checks his phone immediately after every training session for any texts you’ve sent.

footballer!nanami waits and waits for the right moment to ask you out, he’s scared, what if you say no? is he your type? do you even want a boyfriend? nanami can’t help the frenzy that goes on in his mind as he sits on the sofa of your living room. one thing he is definitely sure of is that the beating of his heart, the electrifying pulse running through his veins was only a feeling he got during matches. yet, just seeing you smile at him, made nanami high on adrenaline.

footballer!nanami is sure you’re the person he wants to greet him with a sweet, loving kiss at the end of every day

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Jujutsu Kaisen Master List

Toji 

- Yes Master 

Yuji 

- Movie Date 

Nanami

- Music HC’s 

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Nanami Music Hc’s

summary: you and Nanami listening to music together

c/w: none just fluff! a/n: Nanami brain rot as I am always thinking about this man :)

w/c: 0.5 K 

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- Imagine sharing earbuds with highschool nanami while doing the most mundane things. 

- Like you two are waiting for the bus or just watching the other sorcerer's train and you’re listening to music together. 

- Your head on his shoulder and his arm subtly around your waist as you just sit in silence together. 

- He only had one playlist he solely listened to while you had tons reflecting your every mood. 

- His playlist is probably all MCR and Linkin Park (EMO NANAMI) 

- Just imagine screamo in his earbuds while he has the most straight face on. 

- He also seems like he would listen to Radiohead or The Smiths. 

- He’s the type of guy to listen to the music you play and when he finds a song he likes on your playlist, he won’t ask you for the song name, just finds it on his own later. 

- He has a private playlist of all the songs he’s gotten from you and it’s just labeled “<3” !!!!!!!!! 

- He also gauge’s your mood by what playlist you put on. 

- He thinks it's weird that you listen to sad playlists even when you’re not sad. 

- His face tints red though when you play romance songs and show him the playlist name as “nanamin <3333”.

- You guys have tons of shares playlists, were it is mostly you adding music and naming them 

- He loves the quiet peacefulness of it and you two sharing earbuds is just the norm now

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One day you and him were listening to a sad playlist that you had, before you just stared at his face. Taking in all his features, his hair over his brown eyes and the semi-permanent frown on his face. He notices you staring at him and his face flushes. 

“Kento?” you say quietly.

“Hm?” he grunts avoiding your gaze.

“If we ever break up, can I make a song about it?” you ask, trying to suppress a giggle.  

It takes a moment for your question to sink in, saddened a bit by your question, but also assuming it was another joke like the ‘worm’ question. He responds bluntly with, “We will not break up.”

“I don’t want to, but if we do. Can I make a really sad song about it?” you push further.

He stills for a second before pulling you into his arms where you are seated in his lap. “If something ever happens to me you have permission to write a very sad song. Though I hope you don’t perform it, my love. You are quite tone deaf.”

You smack his chest offended by his answer and he gives you a soft smile. The kind he only gives to few. “You are so rude Nanami,” you pout as you use his last name.

Grabbing your phone he changes the playlist to the one named after him, filled with love songs that he would have cringed listening to before he met you. “It’s weird how these people are able to put in songs how I feel when I am around you,” he thinks aloud before turning red.

You kiss him tenderly on the lips before peppering the rest of his face in kisses, making sure there is no spot left untouched. “I love you Kento.”

“I love you too.”

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the ‘worm’ joke is the “would u still love me if I was a worm?” trend LOL 

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Movie Nights

Summary: you and Yuji have movie night dates 

c/w: Not SFW, switch!yuji and switch!reader, female body parts used, use of ‘princess’ and ‘good boy’, praise kink, Yuji squirming and whining, not proofread oops, let me know if I missed anything 

a/n: Yuji would absolutely give the best hugs and I <3 him 

w/c:900

Yuji is such a good boyfriend. When he likes someone he is so down bad for them and you will literally be the center of his entire universe. He knows all the stuff you like, and is just down tremendously for you. You guys have regular movie dates together where you watch all kinds of stuff. Once you guys vowed to watch literally everything they have on Netflix (or any streaming provider of your choice). Just seeing you happy makes him happy!

 It was another night of you both watching a movie together and cuddling as per usual. You were in the spooning position of Yuji as the big spoon and you were the small. Your back to his chest while your fingers laced with his. He had an arm around you trying to get rid of literally any space that could come between the two of you. 

 This movie was particularly steamy with there being multiple heated sex or makeout scenes that you both would joke about. Even with you both joking about you, you couldn’t feel the pool of heat between your legs. Subconsciously you began moving further back into Yuji, rubbing yourself on him like what you are watching in the movie. As the man in the movie did something particularly attractive you rub your legs together, feeling shameful as you were getting hot and bothered in front of your boyfriend. This was until you heard him whimper behind you and something poking at your ass. “Yuji, are you hard?” you tease, assuming you just felt him wrong.

 His face went red as he stuttered, “Well-uh, you keep rubbing me, uh ya know, down there.”

You wiggle around to look at him and you hand find its way down to give him some friction feeling bad you teased him. “How bout you be a good boy and keep watching the movie?” 

He nods as you move downwards, aligning your face with his sweats as you litter kisses across his abdomen. He squirmed underneath your soft touches and you pinch him lightly, “Stay still baby,” you coo while you slowly pull down his boxers. 

His dick sprang out with a red tip leaking precum. He was so quiet, trying to stay still as your hand began working its way up and down his cock. He covered his mouth to quiet his whimpers, you give the length kitten licks before taking the head into your mouth. Yuji bucked his hips into your mouth before you pinch his thing harder than before. He tried his best to keep his hips down but your mouth felt so good and he was imagining it was you in the movie getting their back blown out. You try to put as much into your mouth as possible, using your hand to cover the rest of his cock. He was so lost in the pleasure, but when you began humming he almost lost it. “B-baby, Can I- in your mouth?” he pleaded above you. 

 He squirmed and tried his best not to buck into your mouth as he was so close before you pulled your mouth off of him with a loud pop sound. His high died down subtly and you continued to lazily stroke him almost absentmindedly. “I don’t remember giving you permission to cum,” you tease, “Good thing I have such a good boy who listens to me.”

 He nodded desperately, “I’ll be your good boy. Just let me come, please.” He was just too cute, you climbed on top of him to kiss him sweetly. Your lips slotted together sloppily as he was just a mess underneath you. When you stopped there was a strand of saliva still connecting the two of you. “Can you make me cum Yuji?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him. 

 “You want me to make you cum baby?” He smirked as all submissiveness left his body.

Suddenly he was taking the lead as you were flipped over and your shorts and panties were gone in an instant. “God you’re already glistening for me princess,” he smiled to himself.

 His fingers teased at your folds before stopping to rub your clit gently. He loves hearing your moans and whines from his actions, even though sometimes it goes to his head. He rubbed his cock against your pussy getting him ready. “Looks like you’re ready enough for me,” he licked his lips before pushing himself into you.

 He practically had to bully his cock into your cunt as you moan and mewl with the new sensations. His name falling from your lips as though you’ve never known any other words. His pace was fast and brutal against your pussy as he was chasing his own high. He squeezed and teased all throughout your body. Your tits and clit getting special treatment as his chest met your back. “You’re so beautiful baby, Imma cum already your pussy was made just for me.”

“Let’s cum together, please,” you moan as he hits a certain spot that made your bad arch. 

 He could cum by your words alone but he held out until he felt you were close. His thrusts grew sporadic and his whines grew desperate. Until he felt you moan and clench around him, he helped you ride your orgasm out before he pulled out, coming on your ass and back. Breathlessly he grabbed you, holding you close, grabbing your tits to comfort him. “I am so lucky to have you,” he whispers. 

 Your cheeks grew red at his words, as you turned over to kiss his forehead gently. You played with his hair while he laid on your tits, continuing the forgotten movie.

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Jock!Atsumu x nerd!reader

summary: relationship between a jock atsumu x a nerdy reader. fluffy until the cut. kinda a pt 2 to this 

c/w: smut under the cut, afab!reader, use of ‘princess’, cosplay, some degradation (not rlly), praise kink, self indulgent LOL, not proofread bc I'm lazy, let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: I hc that atsumu loves kissing you, like its his favorite thing to do and I am so in love with him ! ALSO, Happy Valentines Day :’)

w/c: 1.1 k 

Just imagine jockey-himbo Atsumu who never thought he would be dating someone like you, but absolutely loving it. You were his shy tutor or something and after one wet dream with you in it he was smitten. You were more hesitant to form a relationship with him because of his notorious reputation. He swayed you anyways to date him, who could say no to this man? Not you!

Your relationship started off slow because it was hidden from almost everybody. You guys thought you were being sneaky but your best friend knew and like most of his team knew. You two were practically attached at the hip, or more so you were always behind him in social situations. He thought you were the cutest thing ever and tried to constantly nudge you out of your comfort zone, while you constantly urged him to stay home and just cuddle on the couch. Your friends didn’t know how you made it work but it just did. You two loved each other and it made your friends gag.

It was easy for you to get into his hobbies, with them just being volleyball, video games, and eating. You went to all his matches and would love to watch him ramble about whatever he was thinking. It was harder for him to get into your hobbies though, like watching shows, or reading. This ADHD ass mfer will never pay attention. Constantly asking you what is going on in the show even when they’re in the middle of explaining. Likes to lay his head in your lap when you're reading, just watching you or dozing off.

This man is jealous of everything though. Like if you have plants or stuffed animals, it is on sight once you are not in the room. When you are around he will just pout and smother you in kisses. If people are flirting with you he will make a point of touching you more or saying shit like, “Oh yeah my GIRLFRIEND and I are very HAPPY.” or whispering dirty things in your ear in public to get you all flustered.

He is the worst with your fictional crushes though! If you ever admit you have a crush on a character in a show he will be a pouty mess because you have him, why do you need any other men? He will start trying to distract you from the show by getting handsy or kissing you all over. “‘Sumu!” you protest trying to listen to what is happening.

“Pay attention babe,” he said as his hands slid under your shirt, “Wouldn’t want to miss anything.”

You bite your lip at the new sensation of his hands fondling your tits. “At least let me pause it, please?”

“What? Ya don’t like watching that guy while you get fondled by your boyfriend?” He teased into your ear.

“The only reason I like him is because he reminds me of you,” you admit bashfully, hiding your face behind your hands.

He stopped and removed his hands from your shirt. You pout at the loss of his touch as he stood up. Leaving to your shared bedroom. He is so strange, you think to yourself as you continue watching. You heard noise coming from the bedroom but ignored it expecting another one of his strange antics.  

Ten minutes later you heard the door open and your interest was piqued. “Baby~,” he said as he walked back to the living room.

You paused the show to give him your full attention. When you finally saw him, he was dressed in full cosplay as the character he was just jealous of. You giggled at him, so confident in his costume. “You look so handsome.”

“Of course I do,” he mused, “And I bet I would look even better between ya legs.”

Your face went red as he practically jumped on top of you, kissing you like a starved man. His hands explored your body, groping and teasing. His fingers found their way into your pants, prodding at you over your underwear. You squirm underneath him, but his large frame keeps you pinned down. “Ya like this babe? Being touched by your favorite character?”

You nodded your head, grinding yourself on his fingers. He finally moved your panties off your legs, entering you with one finger, while he thumbed at your clit. He leaned to kiss you again, swallowing all of your moans. His fingers plunge in and out of you with no mercy, he didn’t care that you were a shaking mess underneath him and he continued to ignore how hard he was. When he finally let you breathe he almost came at the sight. You were too busy to notice his face as you palmed at his dick. He twitched underneath your touch and he realized how uncomfortable these cosplay pants were with a boner. He moaned at your touch, grinding himself further, desperate for any friction. “You’re so naughty ‘Sumu,” you tease in his ear.

His fingers left your hole and he finally released his cock from his pants. “You’re the naughty one princess, all dripping wet because ya favorite characters gonna fuck ya so good.”

He rubs himself on your pussy, getting lubed up for you, muttering sweet nothings under his breath. “So pretty baby, I love this pussy,” he said lovingly before entering you with no warning.

You gasp at the sudden stimulation, his pace fast and deep, every thrust hitting a good spot that makes tears prick at your eyes. You cry out his name, and give him the confidence to go faster, with the sound of his balls hitting your ass as he bottoms out. “Fuck,” he moaned, “Bet ya -ah- he couldn’t fuck ya this good huh? Who does this pussy belong to?” “You! ‘Sumu fuck,” you squirmed underneath him as the pleasure was beginning to be too much.

“Cum on my cock princess, make a mess of this costume so I won’t even have to use it again,” his voice slightly strained as he was getting his own orgasm.

His thrust became more sporadic as his orgasm was coming closer, and you were clenching around him reaching your own. He loved looking at your expressions as he was fucking you, no one else could fuck you like he did. “Wanna cum with me baby? ‘M close,” he hissed as you clenched around him again.

One last thrust against your g-stop and you came undone. “Cum-cumming!,” you moaned and felt him cumming at the same time, he kept thrusting as you both rode out your orgasms.

“I love you ‘Sumu,” you whisper before giving him a soft kiss.

“Love me more than that guy?” he said before pointing to the TV where the show was still paused.

“Of course!”

He grinned before nuzzling himself into your neck, “Good, now I can throw this costume away.”

“No, I want you to wear it again!” you protest as your fingers raked through his hair.

He grumbled against you but you knew he would keep it.

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Happy Valentine's day to you, you sexy sexy person 💖💓💘

omg thank you <33 I don't have a valentine so this made me so happy !!

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Jock!bf x nerd!reader

summary: jock(himbo) haikyu bfs w a nerdy reader who's only hobby is watching shows and doing homework, gn!reader 

a/n: this is so self indulgent 

includes: Atsumu, Ushijima, Bokuto 

c/w: smut-ish, cosplay, cockwarming, not proofread 

w/c: 0.3k 

~Atsumu pt 2 atsumu 

Sfw

This man tries to pay attention to the shows you watch together

He always asks you questions and needs you to remind him what is going on

One time you teased him for asking question and then you found him googling the questions instead of asking you

Critiques all of the character

If he knows you have a crush on one of the characters he will get so jealous of them

Like block ur eyes when they come on screen or grumble about them to you

Likes to sleep in your lap when/if you read

This man hates when you study and constantly needs all your attention on him

Nsfw

Like i said mans is jealous

If he notices that the character is getting too much screen time, he will start getting handsy and groping you

Will fuck you with the shows in the background

Will do sexy cosplays for you and try to stay in character

he would send you thirst traps in the cosplay 

~Ushijima

Sfw

Will actually pay attention to your shows

Asks questions out of curiosity instead of forgetfulness

Sometimes likes to watch you instead of the show

Thinks it's cute how you get so into the show

Likes to listen to you ramble

Pets your hair when you lay in his lap

Nsfw

Cockwarms you when you study

Will be so still inside you

Waits for you to finish your homework before he gives you a reward

Pls this man loves cock warming

~Bokuto

Sfw

This man is LOST when you watch shows because he gets distracted

You two start watching easy shows from your childhood or sports related shows that keep his attention

He will literally take notes during the inspiring speeches of captains and coaches in high school musical

He gets so excited when you both ramble off each other about shows

He hates studying though and will whine and cling to you the whole time

Nsfw

He knows the only way to get your attention is when he gets handsy

Will stare at you innocently while his fingers plunge inside you

The more you ignore him the more he does

Will end cling to you and mess until you give in

Promises he won’t do it again but he does

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hiiiii, how are you doing?

just came to say that the one-shot with toji was really good!!! and i found it cute too :’)

hii :)), i’m so sleepy but i hope you are doing good !!

this is so sweet omg 🥺 i’m so glad you liked it

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Yes master

summary: you’re a maid in the zenin estate, specifically toji’s maid

c/w: Not SFW, afab!reader, female body parts used, degradation kink, corruption kink, big dick tbh, virgin reader, use of ‘doll’, ‘babe’, ‘whore’, ‘slut’, not proofread, let me know if I missed anything 

a/n: haven’t written anything in awhile so :p 

w/c: 1.5k 

Imagine being a maid at the Zenin estate, a personal maid for Toji Fushiguro. He was frightening, always lashing out at the closest thing he could find, and you were always there to clean up once he was done. He would never really pay any attention to you, just blurt out commands every once in a while and you would always respond with a quiet, “Yes master.”

You always assumed he just randomly got stuck with you, as you tried to stay out of his vision as much as possible when you could. You kept quiet about everything you see in the estate, which is much more than he probably assumes. You hear him sneaking out, or him sneaking girls in, or just his grunts in his room at the most questionable hours. You learn to go along with his mood swings and just wait it out, busying yourself with other things.

One day when you hear shouts and noises coming from his room, you ignore it as you try to finish scrubbing the floor. You were on your hands and knees, in a rather obscene position when you heard his door slide open, yet you heard no footsteps. Turning your head slightly, you see he was staring at you and your cheeks flushed. You hadn’t realized how the skirt in your uniform was riding up, almost showing him your panties. You sit up, trying to regain your composure and what little dignity you have and stare at him expectantly. “Clean my room,” he said gruffly.

You give a small nod and respond with your usual, “Yes master,” before going into his room.

It was a mess with things thrown and broken, you weren’t sure why he was upset, but you were glad he had never taken out his anger on you, yet. You quickly begin cleaning up, feeling his eyes on you the entire time, but ignoring it. Once you were finished you just excused yourself, and did not see him for the rest of the day.

This was until later during the night, when you heard your presents was requested in Toji’s room, and this slightly took you back because you didn’t even think he knew your name. You rushed to his room assuming something had happened, but when you knocked there was no answer besides a grunt. You began to slide the door open, and as you eyes adjusted to the darkness you saw Toji staring at you with a smirk, and when you looked down you saw his cock in his hand. Immediately, you slid the door shut and rambled apologizes, cursing the other maid who was playing some cruel joke on you. To your surprise, he began laughing, something you’ve never heard him do before. “You can come in y/n,” he cooed from the room.

“Yes master,” you mumbled, before shyly sliding the door open, and trying your best to look everywhere but his lap, “Did you need something?”

“I’ve never seen you say more than two words,” he smirked, “And I need your help with something… important.”

You nodded, not trusting your voice and feeling something pool in your stomach whenever your eyes wandered. Walking slowly towards him, you are not quite sure what he wants from you. Once you were within reach, he grabbed you and straddled you on his lap, your face grew hot as you tried not to look down at his little big friend. You gulped audibly, and he grabbed the back of your head before pushing it to his and feeling him kiss you sloppily. It was messy, rushed, and your first kiss. You hated yourself for wondering if it was enough to satisfy him, and you hated your body that was getting aroused from the kiss, and you hated yourself for not hating him. You feel him smirk against your lips, before you two separated. Your lips were sore and you already felt exhausted, but he didn’t look anywhere near done. “Tell me, do you want to keep going?” he asked, licking his lips.

In your daze, you nodded your head eagerly and he pulled you closer, “Use your words.”

“Yes master, wan-wanna keep going,” you hated how desperate your voice sounded, but the feeling in your stomach had disrupted all your judgment.

He started to kiss your neck softly, before biting down on your shoulder. You yelp out, surprised by his action before covering your mouth. He groaned against your neck, and you became aware of the fact that you were humping his cock, trying to get some kind of friction. “So eager,” he said against your neck, “Shall we just cut to the chase doll?”

You shook your head, scared to admit that he would probably split you in two. “It might hurt,” you said quietly, not wanting to anger him.

“Am I the biggest you’ve ever had?” he said proudly, and when you avoided his gaze he realized, “Am I your first, doll?”

You nod again, as you thought about how embarrassing this all was you tried to get up, but he tightened his grip on you. His cock was heavily leaking precum and there was a proud grin on his face, “I’ll make your first time so good. You’ll never be able to fuck anyone else.”

Without warning he pulled the hem of your dress, desperately trying to take it off, and you cringed at the sound of it ripping. He didn’t even seem to notice as he started at your tits, still partially clothed by your bra. His mouth went to litter hickeys on your soft tits, while his hands began to ghost over your pussy. This sudden stimulation made you gasp and moan and cling to his hair. His fingers went under your underwear, with his thumb circling around your clit, and his finger prodding your entrance. Your attempts to quiet yourself ended in failure as the feeling of pleasure continued to grow. “I think-,” you whimpered, “‘m close.”

He had two fingers scissoring inside you, and with that, he added a third, abusing your pussy and when he saw you jolt, he knew he found a good spot. “Then cum around my fingers,” he whispered in your ear.

You always were so obedient. You came hard, and was unable to catch your breath or even think for a few seconds. When he removed his fingers, you whimpered with you being so sensitive from your orgasm. “Look at the mess you’ve made,” he said with faux disappointment, “Guess I’ll help you clean it up.”

You watch as he licks his fingers clean of your juices, never breaking eye contact with you. “For a virgin, you’re pretty slutty. Did ya ever think you would be spreading your legs for me like a whore?”

He flips you over and you are on your back, he looks like he is towering over you as his cock aligns with your hole. You whimpered as he teases, his cock running across your folds and your clit, but not going in. Tears formed in your eyes, when he plunged in. “Fuck,” he groaned, causing you to tighten around him, “You’re sucking in my cock like a whore, fuck, taking me so well.”

“So big, fushiguro,” you mumbled to yourself before your hand trailed down to your stomach, “I can feel you here.”

He leans down to kiss you, this time much sweeter and slower than last time, but still hungry. You kissed him back and your hands found their way to his hair, you gripped his hair when he began thrusting in and out of you, gasping for air as he filled you up. Your hands moved to his back, trying to get stability at his rapid pace. When a particular thrust hit a sensitive spot, your nails dug into his back as you cried out. “Did I hit a good spot doll? You keep tightening around me, driving me crazy babe,” he grunted.

He continued plunging in and out of you at an insane pace, pushing out all thoughts except for the man above you and his cock inside you. You moaned, knowing you wouldn’t be able to face anyone if they heard you in this state. You were inching towards your next orgasm, and so was he as his thrusts became more sporadic inside you. “Gonna cum inside your pussy, that's ok right?” He hissed when you squeezed his cock.

“Yes,” you managed to say before you felt his hand squeeze your face.

“Yes what?” he sneered.

“Yes master,” you said before gasping at his thrusts harder, “‘m cumming!”

“Cum, make a mess baby. I’ll just fuck it back inside you.”

You came, and felt him release inside you, warmth spreading inside your stomach. He moaned sweetly before pulling out. His cum and yours oozed out of your pussy, as you were so exhausted. You give him a sweet smile as he cuped your cheek, enjoying your fucked out expression. When you tried to get up, you realized your legs were not working and you wouldn’t be going anywhere. He looked at you, almost annoyed before helping you back into the bed. “Guess ya can stay the night.”

“I should probably clean up, down there,” you mumbled, hiding your face in your hands.

He grumbled before leaving the room and coming back with a wet towel, wiping you down much sweeter than you would have imagined. “Can’t believe I am cleaning up after a maid.”

“I’m sorry.”

“‘S ok, at least its a cute maid.”

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giving all my followers virtual kithes 😳😋

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pls why is this post not getting any attention LMAO

roommate!Iwaizumi

summary: roommate!iwa that you have a crush on, but things don’t escalate until Oikawa visits: some fake-dating bc I am a loser 

content warning: fem!reader,  Not SFW use of female body parts and “princess”, use of “daddy” like twice, hand job, semi-blow job, filth, praise kink, not proofread 

a/n: this was just a small idea that became a fic bc I am a whore bc pls he is so hot 

w/c: 1.4k 

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HQ Masterlist

Karasuno 

-nothing yet!

Nekomo 

Kuroo

-chem tutor!kuroo

-hq boys under the mistletoe

Aoba Johsai 

Iwaizumi 

-hq boys under the mistletoe

-roommate!iwaizumi 

Inarizaki 

Osamu 

-Pretty Girl 

-hq boys under the mistletoe 

Atsumu 

-hq boys under the mistletoe 

-jock!bf

-jock!atsumu x nerd!reader

Fukurodani 

Bokuto 

-jock!bf 

Shiratorizawa

Ushijima 

-jock!bf

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roommate!Iwaizumi

summary: roommate!iwa that you have a crush on, but things don’t escalate until Oikawa visits: some fake-dating bc I am a loser 

content warning: fem!reader,  Not SFW use of female body parts and “princess”, use of “daddy” like twice, hand job, semi-blow job, filth, praise kink, not proofread 

a/n: this was just a small idea that became a fic bc I am a whore bc pls he is so hot 

w/c: 1.4k 

This was the night you said you were going to confess to Iwaizumi. Your roommate and hopeless crush of months. Your friends were honestly sick of you rambling about him and following up with you talking about how you could never confess.

You were roommates and you didn’t not want to bring in awkward tension into the apartment and have to avoid him like the plague. So you keep your feelings to yourself and your friends (and your pillow). Content with just being friends and roommates with a total respectful hottie from your dreams. The first time you saw him shirtless you nearly passed out and thanked whatever being for allowing you to be blessed with this image. You felt that he was completely out of your league.

This was until a certain blabbermouth named Toru Oikawa came to visit at the apartment. Iwa obviously asked you beforehand if you were okay with him staying over and crashing on the couch or something. Of course you were fine with it, but you were not fine with him when he finally got there. Between his constant flirting and all the looks he gave you around the house, you didn’t know how to feel. Of course he was attractive and the flirting made your face warm, but you didn’t want Iwa to think you were interested in him.

Iwaizumi continued to scold Oikawa for harassing his roommate and you felt hopeful. “Y/n~ Do you have a boyfriend?” Oikawa asked as you guys were hanging out in the living room.

“Oh, well-,” you began before being cut off by Iwa taking over.

“Y/n and I are actually dating. If you could stop flirting with my girl shittykawa,” he grumbled and you felt an arm wrap around your waist.

You malfunctioned and Oikawa’s eyes widened, “Iwa~chan, how could you not tell me about this? I never thought you would find love and here you are with a whole girlfriend!”

“Iwa-chan?” you look at him, and giggled at the nickname, “That’s so cute.”

You see his cheeks heat up at you calling him the nickname, but he doesn’t look at you. Throwing an empty beer can at Oikawa, scolding him for still calling that. “You’re so mean to me Iwa~,” he whines, “But since you guys are together, I guess I can use the second bedroom to sleep tonight!”

“Of course,” you blurted out embarrassingly fast and you looked at Iwaizumi, “If that’s ok with you…..babe.”

Iwaizumis face and your own were blushing more than an actual couples should have been. He stays silent before saying, “I don’t even know if Oikawa deserves the guest bedroom…..baby.”

The pet name makes you blush but you laugh at his remark and at Oikawa's reaction.

Many hours and many drinks later you were stumbling back to your bedroom. Iwaizumi’s hand on your back trying to lead you safely to your room. “I’m so sorry about this,” he whispered behind you.

You assure him that it’s alright and that it’s just for one night, but inside you were screaming out of happiness. This was until the pajama dilemma, you had to change but you couldn’t kick your ‘boyfriend’ out of the room. Leading you trying to change in the corner, with your back facing Iwa and blushing profusely. When you finally turned he looked everywhere but at you and his hands went to try to hide a tent rising in his pants. “Iwaizumi,” you squeaked.

“I’m sorry,” his face was red and he continued to avoid all kinds of eye contact with you, “I’ll just ignore it and I’ll go away.”

You approached the bed goggling at your hot ass roommate who just got a boner from watching you change. “I can help if you want,” you said quietly, almost eagered.

He said nothing as you came closer, your hand brushed his thigh before you looked at him, “Can I help?”

He was unable to trust his voice so he just nodded and your fingers went to the waistband of his sweatpants. Pulling down both the sweatpants and boxers in one go, you gasped at the sight. He was already half-hard and still growing in size. He still says nothing as your hand found it to the base of his cock, slowly going up and down. You watch his normal demeanor melt as he tries to muffle his grunts and moans. You continue pumping his cock, getting excited by how good you’re making him. Pre-cum already leaking, you tease the tip of his cock and have your other hand go to fondle his balls lightly. The noise that left his mouth made you wet almost instantly. “Fuck baby, gonna cum soon if you keep this up,” he grunts and one of his hands goes to cup your face softly.

“Cum for me Hajime, let me taste it,” you pleaded and kissed the tip before bringing it into your mouth.

His hips began stuttering into your mouth and he was cumming hot ropes into your mouth. The taste was more bitter than you had expected but you swallowed everything. Once your mouth left his cock he grabbed your face and kissed you, soft and tenderly. You felt like a high-schooler getting their first kiss all over again. “I like you,” he mutters when your lips separate, “Fuck, I’ve imagined you doing that for me so many times.”

You were sat on his lap now and you declared, “I like you too, I’ve liked you since the day you washed your own dishes.”

He laughs at you, and how cute you look straddling his lap. “You like me too princess?” he asked smiling at you, “How bout I fuck you like how I always imagined?”

You crash your faces together, grinding against his bare cock. You were so desperate for him for so long that you didn’t want to waste any time. “Fuck me hajime,” you say breathlessly.

Soon you are flipped over where your shorts and panties are discarded immediately. His fingers soon replace them, one playing with your clit and the other teasing your hole before entering. You become a whining and moaning mess underneath him. “Ha-Haji, please,” you cry, “Hurry up and fuck me.”

His dick twitches and he can’t believe how you have exceeded his expectations. “Gotta prep you first princess. You’re so wet for me already, fuck.”

A second finger inserts you and you squirm underneath him as he places hot kisses down your neck. You didn’t even realize your top was gone, but you weren’t complaining as he sucked and marked your skin. As you were getting close you began blabbering and his fingers were gone. You whined at the emptiness but it was soon replaced by the head of his cock teasing your pussy. Rubbing against your folds, then your clit, but not going in. “Fuck me, haji, please, want your cock,” you blabber desperately wanting to cum.

His cock pounds into you and you gasp at the sudden intenseness of his motions. Incoherent words mixed with moans fall from your mouth as praises fall from his. “God you’re so tight. I love you, made just for me pretty, this pussy was made for me.”

You nod and play with your own tits as one of his hands rubs harsh circles into your clit. When you clench around him he grunts and knows you’re close. “Gonna cum for me? Yeah cum for daddy baby, be a good girl.”

“I feel so good, daddy,” you are playing with your own nipples and feel the orgasm quickly approaching. “Gonna cum on your cock!”

He pounds into you as you shudder, intense orgasm rolling through you but his pace doesn’t let up. Once you’re come, he continues to abuse your sensitive pussy causing you to whine and squirm under him. “You did so good, baby, your pussy is amazing, you’re so beautiful.”

He continues praising you as he pulls out and strokes his own cock and cums on your belly. “Kiss me Haji,” you ask, exhausted but wanting him to be close to you.

He obliged and kissed you sweetly before running off to get a warm towel, not caring if Oikawa sees him buttass naked. After cleaning you up he stares at you, still not able to believe that you are his. You use his arm as a pillow until Oikawa barges into the room, “SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP! AND I KNEW YOU HAD A FUCKING DADDY KINK!”

You were too sleepy to care, but you giggled before falling asleep. Iwa kisses your forehead before cuddling you against him.

[diif-enthusiast]

HQ boys under the mistletoe

summary: when you and one of the hq boys are caught under the mistletoe together

content warning: none really gn!reader: not proof read so this is garbage 

a/n: brain dead from finals, just drabbles from throughout the day 

w/c: 0.3k

Includes: Kuroo, Atsumu, Osamu, and Iwaizumi 

-Kuroo would smirk at you after luring you underneath the mistletoe. You two were at a party and you had tried to find a quieter space to talk and you didn’t even realize what you two were under. “I guess rules are rules,” he says leaning closer to you. Without even knowing what he was talking about you stare as he goes in to kiss you. A soft peck that made your face run hot immediately. When you finally do look up and see the mistletoe you giggle at him before he says, “Can I have another?”

-Atsumu wouldn’t even realize that you both were under there until Osamu or Suna pointed it out. You two would just be bickering under it completely unaware, but when it gets pointed out both of your faces quickly heat up. He will look everywhere but your face before quietly muttering, “I guess we have to.” You give a small nod and shut your eyes tightly as he leans in, lips barely brushing yours. “There that's it, we did it,” he screams before running away.

-Osamu knows what he is doing when he sets up the mistletoe at the spot where you always are. Whenever you bother him at work about your day or where you will just stare at him while he works you are always in the same spot. You don’t even notice the thing when you go to your same spot of the day and Osamu was already waiting for you there. “Jeez, ya that desperate to kiss me?” He smiles to himself and watches you stutter when you see the mistletoe. He quickly cuts you off by placing his lips onto yours.

-Iwaizumi gets trapped into it by Oikawa. Oikawa who has been following him around with a mistletoe in his pocket, just waiting for someone to walk up to Iwa. Oikawa notices Iwa’s demeanor changes around you, as he softens up and lets his guard down. You notice the mistletoe above yours and Iwaizumis head and blush softly, before you peck him. You giggle at his face turning a bright red and Oikawa runs for his life when Iwa realized what he did.