spidercat2099

[spidercat2099]

Nanami single dad au

Fluff-ish, Nanami’s sweet as hell in this

The blond man in the office always kept to himself. He was a hard worker and hardly talked to any of the other coworkers unless it was necessary. That's why, when you asked him out, he was in utter shock. Why would you want to go out with him out of all people? He asked himself.

He didn't say no though. His eyebrows raised and he asked you to clarify that you were actually asking him out.

"It's alright if you don't want to-" You began, but he cut you off quickly.

"No, no." His hands waved you down. "I'm..." He thought for a bit before speaking again. "I'm free Friday night. How does 7:30 sound?" He asked.

"I would like that." You responded, a slight smile tugging on your lips as you were excited he accepted. You were already picking out your clothes and looking for a new makeup look to impress him.

...

You'd been out with Kento for a couple of months already. It seemed like things were going well until he put on a serious face and cleared his throat.

"Miss y/n, I have to be honest with you on something." he began to say.

Your heart began to beat quickly from anticipation. You were worried it would be something bad. "Go ahead." You nod.

"I've enjoyed spending time with you, but it has been selfish of me to keep this going without telling you the truth." It seemed like he felt really guilty as he looked down at his clasped hands on the table. But if he enjoyed time with you, what could be wrong?

"I... I have a kid." He said as he looked up at you through his glasses.

Your eyes widened. You hadn't really expected him to be a father. "A... a kid?" You blink.

"I assume you wouldn't have known that before you even asked me out. I understand it's not a situation any woman would be willing to jump into. So, I wouldn't fault you for deciding to not go out with me again."

You begin to think, was there a sign you missed? Was it obvious? Wait... does he have a wife? You snap out of your thoughts. "And your wife?" you asked, not realizing how blunt you sounded.

His face shot up at the blunt question. "She... she passed away..." He looked away, now having a solemn look on his face. "Like I said, I understand if you don't want to continue-"

"Do you have pictures?" you asked leaning forward a bit. His eyebrows raised in the middle.

"Pictures?" He asked.

"O-Of the kid... how old are they?" His hand hesitantly pulled out his phone. He wasn't sure what this meant.

"His name's Yuji. He's 3 years old. He's a troublemaker but he's a good kid." He looked through his photo app for that album he had of Yuji. You could tell he was proud to have him as he showed you the pictures, telling you the backstory of each.

If you didn't already have a fat crush on this man, you definitely did now. The way he smiled at his kid was too cute.

When he finished showing you the pictures, he set his phone down and sighed. "I... appreciate you being this kind to me. But as I said, I don't expect you to want to jump into this situation. You're a young beautiful girl who I'm sure will find a man who doesn't have someone else's kid. It's a big burden-"

"Kento..." You cut him off. You didn't want to hear him be so somber on his "situation". Especially when you think about how proud he is of his kid and how hard he must work for him.

"I... I like you a lot. You having a kid isn't some kind of burden. We're both adults."

"I know that, I just don't want you to force yourself into a role you're not ready for just because you want to be with me."

"You're not forcing me to do anything." you grab his hand. "I'm deciding I still want to go out with you."

"You... you are?" He seemed touched but also in disbelief. You nod. You always knew how to surprise him. He wanted to believe it. That you were different, maybe that you were even the one that he was meant to be with. You were perfect. That's why he hadn't told you sooner, he wanted to hold on to that fantasy a bit longer. But he knew he still had to be realistic. After all, you could change your mind at any point.

Later that night, he drove you home. He opened the car door for you as you stepped out. He leaned onto the car slightly as he looked at you. "You're a very lovely lady, y/n..."

You smiled, getting closer to him as you adjusted his already neat tie. "And you're a very lovely gentleman, Kento." Your hand then flattened against his chest as your eyes made their way up to his. His head was tilted looking down at you.

Slowly, you came closer and his hand came up to rest on your waist. Your lips slowly join together with his. For a second, you pull back, just to join them again but with a bit more passion. Your hand made its way to the base of his neck as he pulled you closer. It was getting harder to leave it as just a kiss goodbye.

You wanted him. And you wanted him bad. Your breaths mingled together as your heads tilted every so often to deepen the kiss. Hid hand couldn't help but make it's way down your waist, close enough to grab your-

Beep, beep.

His phone rang and he pulled it out. He breathed heavily as he read the message. "That's... the babysitter." He explained before putting it away. "I'm sorry. I have to go." His eyebrows tilted up in the middle, feeling guilty once again for cutting things so short.

You breathe out. "It's... it's alright. Don't worry about it." You step back a bit to allow him to leave. He wasn't sure but he knew it could very well be the last time you both go out, regardless of what you said. You could've just been trying to be nice and just let him down easy later or decided to ghost him. And he didn't like that this was how the night had to end.

...

Things had gone normally for the next few weeks. You'd talk to him whenever you could at work, spend breaks together, and go out on the weekends. It seemed like things were going well.

Then, one day. He saw you at your desk while some guy leaned over it and spoke to you. He looked like he was closer to your age. And he had you laughing.

Kento wasn't a jealous person, but for some reason, he felt a pang in his heart. Like you could be taken from him at any moment and his fantasy would go down the drain. Especially when he though that's what you deserved. A guy your age who you could decide to have a family with.

Instead of walking over to say hi to you like usual, he just passed by to go to his own desk. You hadn't even noticed, since you'd been busy talking to the other guy.

Later in the day, Kento heard your voice call to him. He looked up from his computer to see you standing next to him. "Hey..." He said with a soft smile.

"Hey... I know we usually go out on Friday's but I'll have to cancel today." His heart had that same feeling again. Could it be that you realized you'd be better off without him? That the other guy was better? Maybe you'd decided to go out with him instead.

"Oh..." He said, his eyes looking away from you now. That's the one thing he always looked forward to after work.

"It's not anything serious, I just-" Then your watch began to ring. You had a meeting to go to, just sparing a minute to talk to Kento. "Sorry, I'll talk to you after the shift, okay?" You said as you left.

Kento wanted to tell you he was leaving early. The daycare only had a half day today. Of course, you wouldn't have known that. You don't have a kid, you wouldn't keep track of when schools are open. So he decided to text it to you, seeing as he won't see you that day at all. He'd have to wait until you texted him back, or until Monday to see you again.

But you never did. Not that day. Not the rest of the weekend. Was he right? You were ghosting him? Were you that type of girl?

...

On Sunday, he went to the grocery store with Yuji. It was raining, but they were in desperate need of food. So he just zipped up Yuji in a cute yellow jacket, carrying him in one arm as his other hand carried an umbrella over both of them.

It wasn't anything special as he walked around the store with Youji's hand holding his. Except, he couldn't stop thinking of you and what you were doing. Why you hadn't responded to any of his texts. He'd read a can and slowly get distracted by those thoughts until Yuji pulled on his hand because he got bored of that aisle.

After long enough, he picked up Yuji again, the other hand full of groceries and the umbrella. As he turned he saw... you.

He froze for a second, unsure if it was his imagination. You didn't live on this side of town, why would you be at the grocery store here?

"Papa, are you gonna move?" Yuji asked, poking Kento's face. "Y-Yeah, we'll go home."

When you heard that familiar voice, you looked up. His eyes widened as he realized it was truly you. You were wet, with nothing but a sweater on to protect you from the rain. No umbrella, no jacket. Just the awning of the store you stood under.

"Kento?" You called out. Yuji looked at you too, unsure of what was going on. Why was it so quiet? He just wanted to go home.

"Who's that?" He asked, pointing in your direction. "She's... a friend from work." You weren't fond of that response, but you knew how careful Kento had to be when the relationship hadn't even been established yet.

You were endeared by Yuji. He was even cuter in person. "Oh my God is that Yuji?" you got closer pinching his chubby cheeks gently. "Aren't you the most adorable thing ever?" Yuji definitely enjoyed the attention. He was giggling a lot.

"He likes you..." Kento said as he looked at his son's expression. "What are you doing on this side of town? You don't live near here." He couldn't help but feel curious.

"I left my phone at the office and the boss said I'd only be able to pick it up today. Halfway through walking here, it started to pour, can you believe that?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you frowned.

"Bad luck, huh?" he said, trying to keep it light although he was slightly upset with you.

"Don't get me started." You looked at him with a frustrated expression, but it also felt aimed at him for some reason? But he couldn't tell why you'd be upset with him.

You held your own arms to keep yourself warm again as you turned your body away from him. "My house isn't too far from here, we should get you out of this rain." He moved his umbrella so you'd be under it too.

"Fine." Although you were upset, you couldn't deny you were freezing, and the office was still a long walk from here.

The walk home was quiet and Yuji had fallen asleep in Kento's arm. As he grabbed his key and began to unlock the door, he began to say "I would've invited you here on better circumstances, but-"

"It's fine." You said, not bothering to sweeten up your tone.

He took that as a sign that you were upset and didn't push any further. He led you in. "I'll be back in a second, I'll just go put Yuji down."

You stood by the door, sopping wet. You didn't sit down, as to not wet his couch.

He came back with some clothes in his hand, presumably for you to change into. He chuckled lightly as he looked at your usually perfectly styled hair frizzing up into curls. "Curly hair?" he asked as his hand picked up a strand an grazed it. It was funny to him that you two had been seeing each other for a while and he didn't know until now.

You turn away, your hair falling from his grasp.

"Miss y/n, I can't help but feel you're upset with me."

"Why wouldn't I be upset?" You said as you looked up at him.

"I don't know. You haven't told me. If anything I'm the one who should be upset with you." His own eyebrows furrowed at your hostility.

"Upset with me? You blew me off on Friday." You defend.

"Blew you off? You said you were busy."

"I meant when I was going to explain why I was busy. I waited for you but you didn't show. Next thing I know, the boss tells me you left early and you didn't even bother telling me?"

"I did. I texted you. Several times actually, and you didn't respond to any of them. I understand I told you that you're not obligated to continue going out with me but I had at least expected you to tell me." His eyebrows tilted upward again. You could tell he was just upset but hurt too.

"That's not it at all! I was not ghosting you if that's what you think." You defend quickly.

"You... weren't? Then why didn't you send a text back?" He asked, his shoulders relaxing just a bit.

"My phone had broken at the office and I wanted to go get it fixed on Friday, that's why I said I couldn't go on the date with you." You explained.

"That's why... you didn't get my message..." He realized. His hand runs through his hair in relief. You hadn't changed your mind.

"Why would you think I'd ghost you?" You asked, crossing your arms. Just a bit shaky from the cold.

"You're freezing, miss y/n. You should go take a shower and change." He lightly guided you to the bathroom.

"Kento, wait. You have to say why you thought that." You turned around to face him when you got into the bathroom. You didn't want him to get away with that. Did he really think you'd do that to him? He thinks you're the type of person to do that after a while of dating?

He sighed putting the clothes on the counter and leaning on the doorframe. "We can discuss it after you shower, okay? I don't want you soaking wet and freezing, you'll catch a cold." His thumb came up to your cheek to lightly caress it. "Please?"

Your cheeks tinged pink and your heart raced. You were still a bit upset but you couldn't help but be touched by him caring for you like that. "Fine," you mumbled, slowly closing the door and starting the shower.

...

You come out of the bathroom, practically swimming in his big clothes. He waited for you on the couch, reading a book in his comfy clothes as well. He looked up at you. "Too big?" He asked, holding back a smile. It was a bit attractive seeing you in his clothes like that.

You scoff, also holding back a smile. "Only cause you're too big." You walked over to sit next to him, not too close. You bit your cheek as you continued to hold your grudge. "So?" You asked, glancing at him. Hinting for him to explain now.

He sighed. "It's not anything against you, y/n. I just... haven't had the best experience with these things. Usually, women run at the first hint of me having a kid. That's why I gave up dating for a while. And when I saw you with that guy, I thought you might've changed your mind..."

You raise an eyebrow. "That guy?" You had to recollect your memories to figure out what he was talking about.

"On Friday. He was by your desk and making you laugh and everything. I thought you realized you'd be better off with someone like him."

"You thought I ditched you for him?" You asked, a bit in disbelief. Sure, maybe a different girl would've but... you were head over heels in love with Kento. Some random guy wasn't gonna change that. "That guy... has nothing on you, Kento." You admit. Your hand reached for his. "I told you, I like you a whole lot..." your eyes move from your hand to his face. "Do I not say it enough?"

"Well..." his ears began to heat up. You said it more than enough. "I just thought since we haven't established anything yet, you'd still look for other options. After all that would be fair."

"Are you looking for other options?" you ask.

He shakes his head slowly.

"The only reason there isn't anything established is because you haven't asked for me to establish it." You explain.

"Would... you want that?" he asked, his hand tightening its grip on yours a bit. You nod in a way that says 'duh'. He was usually a smart man, hell, he was the best employee in the company, but for some reason, he always second-guessed himself with this relationship.

He got up, not saying a word as he left. You were left a bit confused, you weren't sure where he went or if he was coming back.

But he came back quickly. He had a bouquet of roses in his hand and a box. Your eyes were wide. "This was meant for last Friday. Unless you'd like me to wait until next Friday. We're not out or well dressed so maybe it's not the best-"

You cut him off again. "What's that for?" You asked, looking at the things in his hand. He sat down next to you. "I was going to ask if you wanted to... be my girlfriend?" He asked. He placed the flowers on the table and handed you the box. "It's a necklace."

You were in shock. You really missed out on a great proposal just cause your phone broke? "Kento, you're so sweet. Of course, I would."

You placed the necklace next to the flowers, kissing him immediately. "I'll... do it again on Friday..." He said between your kisses. You didn't care. All you cared about was him. "New flowers... dinner... I'll ask again... make it special..."

...

You were nestled into Kento's arm as you both watched a movie. Kento fell asleep first. So he didn't notice when Yuji came out of his room searching for him. He dragged his blanket on the floor as he rubbed his eye.

Without a word, he crawled into the space between you both, nuzzling into Kento as he placed his own blanket on himself. You couldn't help but feel this sweet moment was exactly how your life was meant to be.

[spidercat2099]

goodnight 'n go pt. 2

tw: smut, mutual masturbation, semi-public sex

You came into Jujustu tech with one thing in mind. That was Nanami. Was this really gonna be a one time hook up thing? Would he pretend it never happened?

After the long day of errands you had, you found Nanami reading in the break room. Straight faced as ever. You gather up the courage to go on. Man this was much harder without the alcohol.

You passed by him to the coffee machine, hoping for some kind of reaction. But as far as you could see, there was none. And that ticked you off for some reason.

On the other hand, Nanami was fully immersed in the book he was reading, that was until he smelled that familiar perfume. The one that drove him crazy last night. Luckily, he didn't move a muscle, except for his eyes that slightly widened. You passed by him, maybe you wanted to pretend nothing happened, he thought. He'd tend to your wishes, after all, you were both tipsy and been deprived for a while. He hadn't noticed how he zoned out and began to think of his hands on your soft and warm skin. A comfort he hadn't been used to.

"Is the book that interesting?" Your voice broke the silence as you leaned over his shoulder with your coffee cup in hand. "It's..." he came back from his thoughts. "...alright." He said simply.

You weren't satisfied with that answer. You were trying to strike up a conversation, but he didn't bite. You set your coffee down on the table next to him and rested your head on the back of the couch over your crossed arms. "Are we going to talk about last night?" You said bluntly, but you didn't know how else to put it.

"What about last night, Miss y/n?" he asked, with no hint to his emotions in his voice or expression as he continued to read, or at least look like he did.

"You left." you stated.

"I had to catch a train back home." he flipped a page. That was all he was going to say?

"You could've stayed over..." You muttered, now picking as the sofa.

"If I stayed over, we would've gotten into something deeper. You and I know that in this profession, it's not good to get attached." he stated bluntly. That wasn't the answer you wanted.

"So what? It was just a hook up?" you asked, a bit of frustration seeping into your tone.

"Hook up?" His eyebrows furrowed in irritation and offense as he closed the book and turned to you. "I don't do hook ups, miss y/n."

You lifted yourself off the back of the couch and leaned closer to him. "You don't do hook ups, but you don't do relationships either. So what do you do?"

"I..." he was at a loss for words for once.

"Look. We're friends, right?" Your hand rested on his shoulder. "We're just two adults who need to destress sometimes. We can help each other in that sense, no?" You walk around the couch to be right in front of him, trapping him with your hands on either side of the armrests.

"What are you suggesting?" He raised an eyebrow at your forwardness, but he didn't stop it. He didn't want to.

"I'm suggesting... we continue this little thing. No attachments, just... sex." you said bluntly. Your hand gently grazes his thigh with just your fingertips. He could feel his cock twitch with just that.

That wasn't him. He's not the type of man to give into this arrangement. He didn't need to have sex. He was perfectly fine without that. And you... you deserved much more than that from him. But with you it was different, you were fogging up his brain with even the slightest touch and proximity. How could he say no to you?

"What do you think?" Your lips practically ghosted his as a gentle tease. Then suddenly, his hand reached for your face and drew you into a deep kiss. That was definitely your answer. He couldn't understand why he was so hungry for you.

You felt him pull you into his lap and your eyes widened. But that only lasted a second until you went back into the kiss. Your own hand came to rest on his face while the other rested on his shoulder. "Fuck... we gotta stop..." You whispered into his mouth.

"Mhm.... someone could walk in..." He replied, but neither side made any effort to stop. Instead, you moved your head to the other side for the kiss. Your hand ran down his shoulder and torso until you made contact with his belt, undoing it in one swift motion and dipping your hand in. You began to palm him through his boxers.

"You're driving me crazy..." He whispered. He takes off his glasses, putting them on the table beside you, before placing a hand on your lower back and kissing you even deeper. His other hand came to rest on your thigh, slowly inching upward, under your dress. He roamed your ass until his hand crawled under your panties, feeling your wettening lips. Do you really just get wet from kissing? He asked himself.

His fingers went up and down those lips, and then he plunged a finger into you easily. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, trying to keep up by palming him. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting as much as he could.

His cock grew harder at your touch and you followed the growing tent. Man, if anyone walked in right now, you'd never hear the end of it, especially from Gojo's loud mouth. That thought only made you speed up. You decided to put your hand in his boxers, now running up and down his length. He tensed at the raw contact, leaning forward into you.

His own finger began to move in and out of you quickly as well, to match your pace, as if you two were fucking right then and there. He added another finger, plunging deeper. You couldn't help but move your hips against him, he was reaching the spots you could never reach on your own. It began to get so intense, you forgot to even kiss him. It was just soft, quiet pants so as to not draw suspicion.

His hips began to buck into your arm, signaling he was close. Suddenly, you felt him lunge forward, his cock throbbing with each spurt of cum that came out. You looked down at the mess created in his boxers as you pulled your hand out. Your eyes slowly came back up to meet his. He looked at you, his face flushed and his mouth hanging open as he tried to catch his breath. God he looked beautiful. You'd never get tired of it.

Pt. 1: https://www.tumblr.com/spidercat2099/770160021319417856/goodnight-n-go

[spidercat2099]

goodnight 'n go pt. 1

tw: smut, p in v, no condom, tipsy sex, hook up

Nanami wasn't this type of man. He'd never agree to a friend with benefits situation. He didn't think that was fair, to use someone for their body and company with no commitment. Yet, here he lied, in bed with you.

...

The only reason this even happened was because of that one night. One stupid night, where you decided to ask him out for drinks after a tiring mission. You knew it wasn't a good idea to try anything, yet you did. Somehow, someway, you got this man to your apartment and you guys could barely keep your hands off each other after that first lip-searing kiss. Not only was it the chemistry, but how long it had been. You're both sorcerers without any free time to go out, much less make relationships and meet people. You weren't really the type to hook up either.

But, you didn't think. Neither of you did. All you could think about was how good his hands felt on your body, discarding each piece of clothing like they didn't matter. His hands kneading your breast through the lacy bra you wore. You, on the other, desperately reached for his cheetah print tie, undoing it while simultaneously using it to bring him closer. The scent of his cologne filled your nostrils and made you want more.

He couldn't help it when he pulled your legs over his waist, just to take you to your own bed. An easy find, since you lived alone. And thank God for that, or else your roommates would've been livid with the noises you made.

He placed you onto the bed before pulling back to unbutton his now wrinkled shirt. You watched as this tall blonde man towered over you. Your heart was beating rapidly and your panties began to feel less dry as you ogled his figure. You knew he was muscly but, those abs were no joke.

Nanami undid his pants, but he stopped for a second, eyebrows furrowing as he looked away. You lifted your self onto you forearms, raising an eyebrow as if to ask. "This..." he breathed out, "Isn't a good idea...". How could he say that when he was straining against his boxers, practically already dripping with precum? You knew he had self control, but to this extent? He was right, there was no turning back now. But you didn't care. You needed him.

You sat up on the edge of the bed, your hand coming to caress his aching member as you looked up at him. "No... it's not..." you replied. He winced slightly at your touch. He leaned down, his hands now on either side of your hips. He whispered in your ear. "That's not gonna stop you... is it?" He asked in a rough voice, clearly affected by what you were doing.

You shuddered at his breath hitting your skin. Your hand moved slowly, up and down his length, feeling him get harder. You shook your head and almost immediately, his lips came down to your neck. Soft, gentle kisses as he instinctively ground into your hand. It almost felt like he was praising you with his lips.

Then, his hand began to move from the bed, to your hips, then your bare waist. He pushed you back down onto the bed, now crawling over you. His hard cock was now rubbing right against your wet panties. "Y/n... condom...?" He managed to rasp out.

"I-I'm on the pill..." You replied through the soft whines. He muttered a curse when you said that. He had free reign? No, he couldn't take the thought of your panties separating you two anymore. He finally took his cock out of his pants. You just had to see it. You sat up slightly and saw the view. Your cheeks tinged pink when you realized the size. Holy shit, how was that supposed to fit?

"You... don't mind do you?" He asked. He could hardly take it anymore but he still asked if he could put it in. You nodded, a bit too eagerly. He let out a soft, breathy chuckle at that as he pushed your panties aside. He slid it up and down your pussy, collecting the wetness for lube. Then, finally, he slowly seeped it in.

You could feel pressure between your hips, as if he were stretching you out. It had never felt like this before. It was even a bit painful, but you also loved the feeling of him filling you up. He leaned down to be right in front of your face as you winced, placing soft kisses on your cheek and jaw as he began to move inside you, as if to distract you from the pain.

"Damn it... you feel too good..." He grunted in pleasure. He knew he wouldn't be able to get enough of you after this. Not with the way your hand came up to his neck to guide him back to your lips to kiss each other sloppily. Open kisses with gasps and moans intertwined. Or with the way you took every inch of him till he bottomed out.

His hand moved from your hip, leaving a light red mark on your skin form how hard he was gripping you. He moved it down till his thumb rested on your clit, moving soft circles around it as he drove into you. He swallowed each and every delicious moan of yours.

Soon enough, you felt your walls tightening around him. Your hand held onto him tighter. "Fuck..." he cursed. "If you do that... I'm gonna-" he couldn't even finish the damn sentence before he spilled all he had into you, driving you into your own maddening orgasm. He rode it out until you were full of him. His head fell onto your shoulder as he caught his breath. Both of your shallow breaths echoed in the room. That was just as good as you had imagined. You were glad you took that risk...

Until...

You had woken up that morning in bed, under the sheets. And he was gone. There were no remnants of him anywhere. If you didn't know any better, this could've all been a dream. That aching hangover said otherwise. Plus the nicely folded clothes on the edge of your bed. He'd cleaned up. What a gentleman. Y'know, besides the fact that he left without saying goodbye.

You got up and began to make your coffee as you thought to yourself. You could've sworn you had fallen asleep in his arms as his hand ran up and down your own arm. It was... almost lovingly. Your heart still raced at the thought. But you had to know... why'd he go?

Pt.2: https://www.tumblr.com/spidercat2099/770341253915279360/black-cat-miguel-oharas-version

[spidercat2099]

I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE I MISS HIM 😭😭 ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS FOR NANAMI KENTO TO COME BACK PLSS

[spidercat2099]

Drunk!Nanami x reader

( cw ) xreader, fluff, (pt. 2 will be smut!), (Inspired by @jjkbots4u on c.ai)

It looks like Satoru managed to drag Kento out and that the latter had a bit too much to drink. Of course, you'd get a call to intervene and help solve the situation. Satoru called you late at night, saying Kento was very drunk and that he was being stubborn about wanting you there or else he wouldn't leave the bar.

So, your dear ever-so-stoic and self-discipline-enthusiast colleague was, in fact, capable of letting go? That's already a first since Kento is always the serious and wise one, the mature adult that takes it upon himself to scold and keep others in line, and he's also proved to be good with handling alcohol... But asking for you specifically? Hm, interesting.

You get to the bar, and, when your eyes land on Kento, you realise he's REALLY drunk. He looks at you like he just saw an angel and starts chuckling, hiding his face behind a hand — a childish behaviour you never expected to see in him. It looks like you're going to enjoy the most out-of-character Kento you could ever think of, and you can't help but wonder how embarrassed he would be about this whole ordeal in the morning.

"Oh hey Y/n, what are you doing here?"

Cute. You thought. How was the reserved and serious Kento Nanami acting... cute???

You couldn't help the small smile that tugged on your lips. "Satoru said you were asking for me."

"He sure was!" Satoru chimed in with his phone in his hand, taking pictures and videos. He was definitely not going to let him hear the end of it for days, maybe even weeks. "He couldn't wait to see you, you're all he could talk about. Y/n this, y/n that. Like a baby asking for his mommy-" He teased, puckering his lips to mock him.

Kento's ears tinged pink and it was obvious he was getting embarrassed. "I did not!" He let out, with the slightest whine in his voice. You didn't know his voice could even sound like that.

You chuckled at his reaction and you couldn't help but tease him a little as well. "No? Should I go home then?" You began to leave the table he was at. A hand reached out to grab your wrist and tug you back.

"No! No, no! Stay…"

He was afraid you would run off and leave him there. You weren't actually going to go though. You just wanted to provoke him. His grip is loose, and you realize he lacks strength due to the excessive amount of alcohol. Kento stares at you, still hiding his face behind a hand but you can see his cheeks also turning red — perhaps a mixture of the alcohol and your presence.

"Sit down, please." His eyebrows furrowed like a puppy asking for a treat. How could you say no?

You sat down right next to him. You reach your hand over to his, lowering it from his face. "Why are you hiding?" You was never this bold with him before. You think it might have been the way his aura had changed, it wasn't making me nervous anymore. It was... easy. It seemed like the other way around this time. You were making him nervous.

"Because you're gonna see me make a fool of myself…"

He mutter those words as he watches you sit right next to him and he's unable to hide himself anymore. Kento gets flustered and averts his gaze, avoiding your eyes.

Satoru keeps sitting at a different table, observing the scene and just waiting for you to do your thing; he's very obviously enjoying the scenario in front of him.

"Oh, I'm sure that's not true. You're acting quite adorable right now…" You let out, almost too casually. You barely noticed yourself begin to flirt with him.

"Adorable?" He's taken a bit back by your words and now he looks at you in disbelief as you nod. Sure, he's obviously quite drunk but adorable is something he'd never describe himself as. Kento pouts for a second, not helping his case.

Finally, after a minute, his gaze landed back to you. He admired those features of yours, not that he'd ever say it when sober. You're a young pretty woman, you'd never have an interest in an older, boring man. That's what he thought. Before he knew it, his hand suddenly reached out to touch your face.

"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?"

"You have not." You rest your head on your hand propped up on the table. "I'd like to hear it though…"

Without hesitation, he replies. "You are absolutely beautiful…"

He says that statement in a serious tone, almost as if he's being his usual, stoic self, but the alcohol makes it difficult to maintain composure. If it wasn't for how well you've remebered the details of his face, you'd miss it. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, the flush in his cheeks, his jaw slightly dropped. His face had never seemed so full of sincerity.

Kento's fingers slowly caress your face, following your jawline, and his hand brushes against your hair as he softly tucks a strand behind your ear.

The graze of his fingers leave a small trace of heat on your ears. Your breath hitched as he showed a hint of his usual self. That version that made your heart beat a million beats per minutes.

His hand freezes when he notices the slight hitch in your breath, and he starts paying extra attention, trying to discern if he's really affecting you in any way at all. Kento is always observant and when he notices your ears turning all red, his expression changes. He realizes you actually reacted slightly to his sudden compliment, and he's loving it.

Meanwhile, you were taken aback by the sudden confession, but you had to remind yourself that he's probably babbling cause he's drunk. "Let's get you home, you're super drunk." You get up, grabbing your purse.

Kento chuckles, finding the situation amusing and how you seemed to want to dismiss it. "I'm not that drunk… Besides, I can still walk…" His head tilts up to look at you.

You place a hand on his shoulder, thumb rubbing gently on the fabric of his button up. "Then… let's walk to my car, hm?" You replied, hoping that would convince him, especially if you threw in a bit of a flirty tone.

He's reluctant to accept your suggestion and he wanted to fight it for a second, but when you put your hand on his shoulder he flinches a bit. His mouth felt dry at your flirty demeanor. You wanted to walk with him to you car, alone? His hand subconsciously was place over yours as he looked at you wide eyed. "I can... do that..." He replied, thinking that it might impress you somehow.

He takes your hand and follows your lead. He walks beside you, almost too close, but that's because he's drunk and not great at keeping a distance. Once outside, he breaks the silence. "How far is your car?"

With luck, you had secured a spot right in front of the bar. "Right here, sweetie." you say, the term of endearment slipping out too easily, as always.

And as always, it wouldn't mean anything. Except, it made Kento's heart skip. He was stuck on that word as you opened the passenger door for him. How sweetly you had said it and how you had said it specifically to him.

"Oh…" he mutters, and gets inside the car, sitting down on the passenger seat and looking at you with a hint of embarrassment mixed with a slight pout. He had realized you do that often. You call everyone honey. But he wanted to be the only one.

As you made your way into the drivers seat, putting on your seatbelt, you noticed his less than happy mood now. "You okay, Kento?" You ask, leaning your head a bit down to catch his gaze as he looked down.

"Yes, I'm alright, I'm alright," he reassures you, but his face betrays his words. He still has that light pout on his lips, and his cheeks are slightly rosy, a combination of the alcohol and the effects being in your presence is having on him. He looks like a lost puppy right now and it's very endearing to see this side of him you had never seen before. "Just a bit tired..." He looks at you and averts his gaze to the front, staring through the windshield.

"Oh, you poor thing. Let's get you home." You start the car and begin driving, eager to get this sweet thing to bed.

It was silent for a good moment. You concluded it was because he was too tired to hold a conversation, so you didn't bother to try.

"Call me that again..."

"Hm?" You ask, your mind not completely aware of what he means. You were far too focused on the turn you were making.

"You called me 'sweetie' a moment ago…" he mutters again, avoiding eye contact. "I want you to say it again."

"Ah, did I said that?" You ask, a bit embarrassed it hadn't even registered in your head, and that he was asking you to say it again.

He feels a bit hurt you didn't remember. His lips began to form a small pout. This grown man... was pouting? "You did. You said it when we got to the car.."

You glanced over, noticing the pout immediately. "Oh, don't pout like that…" You said as though you were talking to a baby. "I didn't know you could be so cute when you're drunk…"

Kento becomes flustered when you point out that he's pouting, and he can't help but feel slightly embarrassed. But on the other hand, he's secretly loving all that attention and the fact that you just called him cute.

"I'm not cute…" He mumbles, still pouting and stubbornly avoiding eye contact. "I'm not pouting either…"

"Oh, no. Of course not. That was my mistake." You giggle as he continues pouting. "But you're upset, I take it?"

Kento glances at you again, and he's feeling both frustrated and flustered at the same time. He pouts even more when he realises that you're giggling because of him being in such a childish mood, but at the same time, he can't help it.

"I'm not upset…" he insists and mumbles, clearly showing that he is indeed upset. "You're making fun of me."

"I am not. You're just so-" You cut myself off once you realized that you was going to say the words he didn't like. Cute. Adorable. But that's all that came to mind. "Never mind. I'm not making fun of you though." you assure him.

"Then why do you keep giggling? And you keep calling me cute... I'm supposed to be a serious and mature. That's what you're supposed to think of me..." He crosses his arms. You couldn't believe he really took your words to heart.

"I do think you're serious and mature... usually. But you're not your usual self, are you?"

He couldn't argue that much. You were right, and even if he was drunk, he could tell too. "Yeah, yeah… whatever…" he mutters, crossing his arms again and looking out of the window, trying to avoid eye contact because he's afraid you'll notice his flushed cheeks.

You find his grumpiness amusing, so you let out another chuckle. "C'mon, I still like you regardless." You say, unaware that you had let the cat out of the bag in attempt to comfort him.

He suddenly turns his head back to look at you, caught off guard by your statement. He wasn't expecting you to say that you liked him, and the words hit him harder than he'd like to admit.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, he can't help but ask the question that's been on his mind for a while.

"You… you like me?" he stutters, sounding just a tad bit desperate.

Your cheeks began to heat up as you realized you'd slipped up once again. For some reason this demeanor of him let your guard down too much. "Well, there's no hiding it now, is there?" You replied, realizing you couldn't take it back now. Not with his big brown eyes staring directly at you in disbelief.

Kento's heart races at your words, and he's struck dumb for a moment.

He suddenly realises that he's not the only one blushing, you're blushing too, and that thought sends a wave of mixed emotions through him. As the realisation sinks in, he can't help but let out a short chuckle, which turns into a soft sigh.

"No... there's no hiding it, is there...?" His tone is like he's finally come to terms with something he'd been refusing to admit.

He watched as you place the car in park and notices you had arrived to his place. He sounded disappointed as he said "Ah... were here..." But he knew he didn't want to be separated from you just yet. "Can you... help me inside?"

You couldn't refuse, you felt the same after all. You couldn't get enough of him in this state but you also wanted to make sure he made it inside well.

You helped him into his house, placing him on the couch as you went to grab him a cup of water to sober him up.

He watched you as he takes a drink of it. You had been standing as if ready to leave any moment, not wanting to overstay your welcome. He puts the cup down. "Don't leave yet... just sit with me for a bit?" his head tilts up to look at you like a pleading puppy. You couldn't deny him, once again.

He scooted closer, wanting to feel some of your warmth. The alcohol gave him some courage to be more forward. "Can I... hold your hand?"

You chuckle at how he said it like it was inappropriate. "That's very naughty, Kento..." you tease, yet moving your hand to be palm up, accepting his request.

"I just want to be closer to you..." He said, interlocking his fingers with yours, but it didn't seem like he meant just physically.

"Then…" You lean your head against his shoulder "How about this?"

Kento's heart skips a beat as you lean your head against his shoulder, suddenly feeling a rush of intimacy and comfort. Your presence is warm and soothing, and he can't help but feel at ease and a little less lonely.

He takes a deep breath, savoring the feeling of you against him, and he can't help but let out a soft, contented sigh.

"Yeah... this is good..." he whispers, his voice filled with a hint of relief.

You weren't sure if it was the effects of the long day you had or if it was how comfortable his shoulder was, but you began to feel tired. Your eyes began to close and you began to drift off.

Kento felt calmed in your presence as well. As though this was how it was supposed to be. But he couldn't just let you sleep there. He felt too guilty to wake you. With the alcohol still in his system, he at least had half a mind to know he couldn't let you sleep like this. Like the gentleman he was, he carried you to his bed albeit stumbling a bit. With pure motivation, he made it. He tucked you in and made his way to sleep on the couch.

It was a special and intimate night between the both of you, but you couldn't tell how this would pan out in the morning.

[spidercat2099]

GOJO SATORU - Sleepy Sex

NSFW - con noncon, somnopholia

You and Satoru had already agreed that if he were needy but you were asleep, you’d allow him to relieve himself with you. But you… were never discussed.

So when he saw you asleep on the couch, neck laying on the armrest and the rest of your body spread out, he wasn’t sure what to do. You were tired from a long day of work and passed out on the couch right after changing into some shorts, almost completely covered by his t-shirt you decided to wear. At first, he just sat next to you while you slept, caressing your shin. But then you started to make some strange noises. He had to make sure you were alright. He got close to you and tried to shake you gently awake. “Baby, are you okay?” He asked. But then he realized something interesting…

You were clenching your legs together in such an intimate way. And the noises… were whimpers. Satoru chuckled when he realized what was going on. “So needy...” He says as he caressed your knee, watching you begin to squirm more.

But then, he noticed that the t-shirt was showing your nipples only slightly protruding. He was a sucker for how your body reacted to him, especially your nipples. He wondered how your body would react when you were asleep.

He couldn’t help but graze his fingers over them. God, what a view for Satoru. They were already getting so hard. “Oh so sensitive, are we?” He whispered in your ear, not caring that you weren’t awake. He noticed your whimpers as he began to tease them more.

He couldn’t help but want to lick them. Was it right though? You weren’t exactly awake to protest. But you looked so desperate for relief. And if it’s fine for him to use you… why can’t you use him?

“Now, what if I…” He leaned down and licked one of your clothed nipples. It only got harder and your whimpers got louder. He smirked against your nipple as he looked at your face, contorting in pleasure. Now he had decided to suck on them, not even bothering to take off the shirt. His mouth left a wet patch on your shirt as he circled and flicked your nipple, making sure to pinch the other too, as to not leave it neglected. You could only try to clench your legs together harder, but his hand help them open. Then, he traced a finger from your abdomen to your needy cunt.

He lightly teased it as he continued sucking. He froze for a second when he heard you call him. “Satoru!”

He looked up at you with a nervous expression, already ready to explain… but you were still asleep. The cocky bastard could only laugh as this fueled his motivation to satisfy you. “Dirty girl. You want my fingers inside of you, don’t you? Even when you’re asleep…”

He gently reached into your shorts, rubbing with his middle and ring finger along your clothed folds. Feeling a wet patch. “So wet already…” Your breath shuddered. “R-right there…” you mumbled.

His tongue continued to flick your nipple. Now he moved your underwear to the side for more access. He teased your folds again, accumulating slick. “You’re so cute… look at you getting ready for me…” he slowly seeped his finger into your cunt, earning a loud gasp from you.

His tongue finally departed from your nipple, now going up to your neck with saliva dripping. He made sloppy kisses your neck, making sure to leave marks. This time you couldn’t tell him not to. “Keep making those pretty noises, darling…” his fingers moved inside and out slowly. Dreadfully slow if you were awake, but right now you could handle it. That didn’t sit right with Satoru. He began to move his fingers faster and faster. When you tried to instinctively reach down, he pinned your hands above your head.

Your whimpers began to shudder too and your back arched beautifully. That’s how he knew you close. His thumb made sure to rub circles on your clit, stimulating you completely. “Oh you’re almost there… you can do it, babe…”

He began to mock you at this point. Copying your moans into your own mouth, knowing how good you probably felt. “God… I wish you were awake to hear how good I’m making you feel…”

He could feel your chest moving up and down, trying to breath properly. And suddenly, your body tensed and just as quickly, relaxed. He continued to pump his fingers while he chuckled at you. He wanted to make sure you got the full experience by helping you ride out your orgasm. He loved seeing you twitch each time. “Oh dear… you’re so dirty now…” he licked up your cum off his fingers, while you laid there, still asleep surprisingly. You were a heavy sleeper after all.

He got up and kissed your forehead. “I hope you won’t be mad at me…” before leaving to fetch you a blanket.

[spidercat2099]

Strictly Business (Miguel x Reader)

This is a story I made based on lalazuli's "Cheater Miguel" bot in characater.ai so made sure to check it out!

Chapter 1: Shattered Dreams

The soccer field was alive with cheers and the sound of young voices calling out. Briella, my 10-year-old daughter, was at the center of it all, her passion for the game is evident in every move she made. Our youngest daughter, Sofia, who was only 1 year old, clapped her hands and giggled with excitement from the sidelines.

As I watched her play, a surge of pride and gratitude swelled within me. Miguel, her father and my loving husband stood beside me, his eyes gleaming with paternal joy.

But beneath the surface, a storm was brewing.

As the game ended I went to grab some food for Sofia and me. I made my way toward the bleachers, the echoes of Miguel's husky voice and another woman's flirtatious giggles reaching my ears. Dread settled in the pit of my stomach, and my steps quickened. My smile faded as I reached the source of the commotion, and my heart sank.

There, behind the bleachers, Miguel was planting kisses along the length of another woman's neck. His face flushed crimson with guilt as his eyes met mine, freezing him in place.

One hand flew to my mouth, stifling the urge to cry, while the other rested protectively on my belly as I let go of Sofia's hand. Emotions threatened to overwhelm me, and my feet began to move away from the scene without my brain even processing what was going on. My ears began to ring and all i could hear was muffled sounds.

Miguel was quick to catch up, his grip firm as he seized my arm, snapping me out of the trance I was in.

I turned to face him, feeling the weight of betrayal crush my spirit. I shook his hand off my wrist and held my chest as I struggle to even breathe "How... how... how could you?" I said my voice choked with anguish. "How could you do this to me? To us? To our family?" My friend, Emily, had heard the commotion happening and quickly rushed to get Sofia away from the scene.

"It's not my fault!" He said with frustration. "You haven't been there! You're too busy with your career that you forgot about me and MY needs! You put more work into your career than into your appearance now... Do you know that that's the reason we haven't made love in so long? On top of that, you come home every night and you're too tired to do anything. And me, being the kind and caring husband I am, decided to look for that spark somewhere else so as to not break our family apart. I never tried to force you to do anything you didn't want to! So can you blame me for going to Dana? She's the one who has been there for me..." He looks back at her.

"Por Dios... so suddenly this is my fault?" I swallow as my voice gets caught in my throat before beginning to rant "Do you think that I wanted a husband who just stays home all day and has it easier than I do? Did it ever occur to you that you could help me out more by getting a job, so that I don't have to pull all the weight of pushing us forward? I'm sorry I don't have all the time in the world like you do to go around fucking other— "

"Now you just wait a damn minute, I already told you why I was even with Dana. Plus, I'm the only one who's ever been home to be there for our kids, taking care of the household chores that you should be helping me with. You should be thanking me for all the hard work I do to make our home run smoothly!" he said with a scowl.

"Thanking you?" I laughed a little hysterically, appalled that he had the audacity to interrupt me with those disgusting accusations. "Thanking you? So I should be thanking you for going behind my back and sleeping with HER?", I say as I point at the home wrecker, "I wouldn't be surprised if you've let her into our house! I bet you've fucked her in our bed too, haven't you? You're disgusting. You don't deserve to be the father of our children!" I yell louder and louder as I begin to push him back with every sentence.

Miguel grabs my wrists in order to stop me from pushing him. "Cállate." he said a little menacingly and coldly. "Don't make this worse than it has to be. What about all our years together? What about the children? Are you really willing to ruin their life like this? You can't throw away everything we have right now for one mistake!" he says with his eyebrows furrowed in anger. His grip tightening slightly.

"So you admit that you made a mistake! Unbelievable! You're not even making sense, saying one thing and then contradicting yourself with something else", I screamed, my fists striking his chest, through his grip, but still very weakly since I could barely hold myself together. "You know you're the one who ruined everything, so don't try to put this on me!" I say with my voice breaking. I look him straight in the eyes. My voice is full of conviction, "I hate you, Miguel! I hate you more than anything and I will never forgive you for this, you selfish... piece... of shit! Púdrate." I couldn't take it any longer and I crumbled to the ground. My body turned fragile by the overwhelming events unfolding. I tried to catch my breath as tears began to form in my eyes.

"Ya para! Now you're just begging for attention! Get up right now." He says aggressively.

"I...I can't.." I say, trying to get up but my legs feel weak.

"What do you mean you can't? You were standing just fine a second ago, stop being dramatic." He continued.

I gasped, my breath heaving as I knelt on all fours. Tears began to stream down my face, and I felt something rise in my throat, causing me to cough. I wiped the vomit from my face with trembling hands. "Oh...shit..."

Miguel stood frozen, shocked by my distress. He had never seen me in such a state before. His eyebrows unfurrow, his face now with concern instead of anger. "¿Qué te está pasando, querida?" His voice suddenly gentle. "Somebody call 911! Please...We need an ambulance!" Miguel desperately called out. Are you okay? What can I do?"

Still gasping for air, I felt something warm trickle down my leg, and horror mixed with anguish. "You... you've done enough," I say in a sharp, cold, and frail voice before I began to pass out. He began embracing me tightly as he saw my eyes close, he carried me towards our car, his movements frantic as I slowly lose consciousness. He buckled me in, then slammed his foot down on the accelerator, speeding towards the nearest hospital.