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sugugasm · 2 years ago

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• — ♱ synopsis — toji teaches you to abide by his rules.

• — ♱ content warning - pwp, minors dni! meandom! toji but he softens up later on, f! reader, sub! reader, masturbation, fingering, doggystyle, missionary, overstimulation, breeding, squirting, daddy kink, use of pet names such as ꒰ slut, sweetheart, angel ꒱ toji has a chest tat i don’t make the rules. toji also has somewhat of a humiliation kink???

• — ♱ notes - i had to write about ceo toji again bc he’s been clouding my brain. this one is a long one, i loved this idea :p thank u for reading, ily, & reblogs and interactions are always appreciated <33

coming home to you was toji’s favorite part of the day.

after a excruciatingly long week, he could finally return home to his pretty wife; who’s just as eager to see him too— sending flirty texts and selfies while he’s at work typing up documents. toji may not have shown it often, but when he was away from you, he felt empty. it was nothing more than a blessing and a privilege to arrive home smothered with hugs and kisses — everything he’d missed while at the office. it was a feeling he’d never get tired of, a sight he’d never want to be shielded from.

but tonight, he couldn’t exactly say he was too pleased when he got home.

the thunder outside roared loudly as toji stepped foot into your shared humble abode, expecting to be greeted by you within seconds. but to his surprise, you seemed to have had other plans.

the usual aroma of your perfume was absent from toji’s vicinity— you were nowhere to be found. his gruff voice echoed through the home, calling out for you as he paced around the house. kitchen? empty. living room? empty? backyard? empty. not a single sight of the presence he craved most. he assumed maybe you’d gone out for groceries or maybe with a friend for dinner— but that theory was debunked the moment he heard a faint buzzing sound coming from behind your bedroom door.

heavy footsteps stomped toward the bedroom, with a hand on the doorknob and a determined look on his face, his movements were put at a halt. a familiar symphony played behind the barricade and toji’s brain began putting the pieces together.

without another thought, his hand twisted at the doorknob, creaking it open slowly as he peeked a head into the room.

he’d finally found his wife— and god, was it a beautiful sight.

you laid flat; back against the mattress with your legs spread as far as they could be— your laced panties pulled to the side. your hands held a tiny pink toy in the shape of a rose, that same hand being between your thighs as your mouth produced strangled moans and whimpers. the man’s fist bawled beside him— angry.

he hated when you did this; masturbating. it was a reoccurring debate in your relationship, toji claiming that it was ridiculous to do so when you had a husband willing to fuck you whenever you wanted. you’d always laugh him off, finding it humorous that the simple task damaged his little ego— but you knew the rules and you knew how strictly toji felt about them — so why would you break them?

he found it captivating how you hadn’t noticed his presence. you were so clouded by bliss that you didn’t realize his tall figure now standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. it wasn’t until the startling sound of his throat clearing caught your attention. you averted your eyes to your husband— your heart beating from the build up of your orgasm and the scare of toji’s unannounced appearance.

“what're you stopping for? you like actin’ up when i’m not around, so do it now” he hissed, darkened eyes fixed on you and the small mess between your legs. you only sat there; not a single movement made. you were startled, yet still aroused.

truthfully, you thought you had a good thirty more minutes before his arrival, your impatience let your hormones get the best of you. you pout, still not saying a single word. he was overreacting. it wasn’t like you’d fucked yourself to a lousy video online; you still had your hubby in mind— you always did.

“not talkin’ to me now either? i see you’re just breakin’ all the rules tonight aren’t ya’?”

you shake your head in a ‘no’ gesture, only egging him on more from the ongoing stillness he called the silent treatment. it seemed like you blinked once and toji was removing his fastened button-up shirt, the fabric uncovering the abstract ink that spread across his chest. he then moved to his belt, slowly undoing the leather before moving to his slacks and underwear until nothing but his cock sprung free.

it was so pretty. he was girthy with some length on him; from the head to his shaft ran blue-ish veins that stuck out more when it thumped from pressure, as well as a sticky fat tip that leaked of precum that you loved licking clean.

“get your ass over here, now.”

you powered off your forbidden toy, placing it on the side of the nightstand before inching toward your straight-faced husband. he took his cock in his hand and slapped it against his tummy; his way of of telling you to get on your knees. before you could bring yourself to begin, you lifted your head to look him in the eyes, your pretty lashes flickering up at him in a pleading manner.

“t-toji i’m sorry, baby. i shouldn’t have—“

“shut the fuck up,” he interjects, breathing heavily through his nostrils, “and no hands. take it all.”

his demands weren’t exactly impossible to meet; your pouted lips part to wrap around his leaking cock, taste buds recognizing his salty substance in an instant. you began with soft kitten licks to his tip, running your tongue over the slit as a warmup. any other time, this would’ve been the usual, but as of tonight, toji wasn’t putting up with your games.

his rough hand cupped under your chin as he held your jaw open, “do it right or it’s gonna’ be worse for you. i’m not fuckin’ around, y/n. you’ve pissed me off enough.”

“i’m sorry,” you whine, placing a hand on his thigh only for him to shun it away.

“don’t apologize, get to work.”

and you did— for the second time, you took him into your mouth, the warm sensation of your throat causing toji to groan. with his hand still on your jaw, he guided your head back and forth; the sounds of your gagging making him tense up in your mouth. spit began to form in both corners of your mouth as you continued you suck and choke on his hard on.

“yeah, swallow all that shit,” he encouraged, your heart fluttering at the given praise. you tried your best to engulf him in, but due to his size your throat struggled to take him, but that didn’t stop your determination. you gagged around him, your hands resting on your thighs for balance as he vigorously fucked your face; his hands now cradling the back of your head as you tried to take more of him in.

toji didn’t fail to notice your effort. he knew he was big and that’s what made it all the more fun; seeing his pretty little wife struggle to take what’s hers. but if he had to admit it, you really were trying your best— your eyes looking up at him with hope, continuing to search for some sort of approval as your nose got closer to meeting his pelvis. you were almost there and he was so proud of you, but he couldn’t show that of course— not when he was supposed to be teaching you a lesson.

he continued to fuck your face, observing as spit and precum convered you. in guilt, he decided to give you a breather, pulling away with a string of saliva hanging from his cock. you looked so beautiful— drool pooling from your now swollen lips that ached for a kiss.

“on the bed,” was all he muttered to get you to rise from your knees. you positioned yourself on the mattress, allowing your legs to spread open so he could have a clear sight of your leaking cunt. your pussy was so pretty— and not to compare, but he’s claimed it to be the prettiest he’s ever seen; two soaking lips that held your sensitive bud between them— and don’t even him him started on the taste.

“what were you doin’ when i got home, sweetheart?” he asks, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it come from your sweet mouth instead.

“toji— please.”

“nah, tell me. what were you doin’?”

you sent him a shameful glance, embarrassed but turned on all at once. your husband had a habit of doing that during sex— watching you become flustered from just simple dirty talk; it was almost like he got off from humiliating you.

“t-touching myself,” you finally state.

“and what’d i say about that?”

your chest heaves as he reaches a hand down to touch at your lower half. he traced over the damp patch in your underwear; the exact spot being the delicate beauty of your clit.

“that if i w-wanted you..all i had to do was ask,” you stumble over your words as the man rubbed at your spot, the slow circles around the sensitive area causing you to whine.

“ah, exactly. so, you wanna’ tell me why i walked in on you being a fuckin’ slut?” he grumbles, in a calm, yet, harsh way.

“toji— i’m sorry, please, baby—“ a small pat to your cunt interrupts your jumbled sentence, toji being unpleased with your answer. you could feel his cold fingers begin to push over the fabric that shielded you.

“answer me.”

“because— fuck! i missed you. you’ve been so busy at work. i don’t know toji— i was thinking of you, only you,” you plead, eyes shutting from the small amount of pleasure. he slowly stuck his middle and ring finger into you, the cold metal of his wedding ring grazing against your walls. you let out a small sigh, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as his fingertips pushed against that sweet spot.

“and that gives you the right to be a greedy brat?” he presses. you could barely give him a clear response, the pleasure was overwhelming and the cool temperature of the room didn’t make it any better; nipples hardened and goosebumps covering your skin.

“n-no! i’m sorry, please fuck me, toji!”

he laughs, lips churning to a smile that uncovered his pearly whites, “but weren’t you just fuckin’ that silly little toy? now you want some dick— after i told you over and over again i’d be happy to make this pretty pussy cum any time of day?”

“toji- i wan’ it. i won’t ever do it again.”

toji had a love/hate for punishments. a part of him wanted to fuck you dumb as a lesson, but the other half of him wanted hold you close with his head buried into your neck, making you cream all over his cock as he as he apologizes for not tending to your needs sooner— but you had to learn one way or another.

toji pulled his fingers from your pussy, a cry escaping your lips as you yearned for his contact. his palms grabbed at your feet, pulling you toward the edge of the bed, “flip over and arch your back.”

you wasted no time doing so, making your stomach touch the cool sheets as your ass was held high in the air. toji’s cock twitched at the sight because, well…damn. he didn’t know whether it was the angle or the position, but your ass somehow looked bigger than it was when he last fucked you this way. he couldn’t believe he’d been missing out on this— your sweet, fucking pussy that just craved him and only him.

toji fully removed your panties, getting rid of the hassle of pulling them to the side. looking down, he gathered up a wad of saliva in his mouth, spitting on both his dick and your already wet cunt— lubricating you both.

“t-toji please put it in— i need it.”

“you really rushin’ me like this after how you’ve behaved? after how you’ve disrespected me,” he asks, rubbing his tip against your folds; wetness coating him.

reaching your arms back, your manicured hands spread your cheeks apart, letting him see your pretty pussy open and ready for him, “fuck me. i’ve been bad, but i-i can take it, i promise,” you hiccup, looking back at him with sweet doe eyes that held nothing but lust. toji had never seen you this way— so needy. so willing to take him without another thought in that mind of yours.

usually, you ran from dick, but tonight you needed him— bad.

you’d spent too much time away from one another. with toji working almost every day, it’s hard to get a moment to have such intimacy. he took it as disrespectful for you to please yourself, but who else would do it if he wasn’t here?

“stay like this. if you run, i’ll walk away and leave your ass here, understand?” his comment came out as a low groan due to the feeling of him finally sliding into your warmth. titling his head to the side, he watched as you nodded, sucking him in so effortlessly with your tightness. he placed his hands on top of yours that still rested on your ass; his way of holding you down while still keeping you so open.

“ooo— fuck yes, toji!”

your moan was loud as his pace was rough, but not too fast— still wanting you to adjust to his size. toji was mesmerized. between watching himself split you open to the way your ass jiggled with every thrust, he didn’t know what to focus on. you were just so pretty beneath him like this.

“pussy’s so tight. she missed me, huh? missed me stretching her out every night?” he mumbles, but it’s loud enough for you to hear, making you clench around him. toji released your hands and let them fall to your side as he gripped at your hips; his thrusts becoming more prominent with every cry, every whimper, and every moan you let fly from your lips.

“yes, yes, yes— missed you. missed you s-so much, baby,” you whine, your voice battling to compete with the sounds of rain outside the window and a queefing, sopping cunt.

“ha, look at that, she’s talkin’ to me too, y/n.”

although you couldn’t see him, you knew there was a smirk expanding across his face. he was fucking you so good. you could barely ponder a single thought in your pretty little head. your mouth was hung open with your tits pressed against the mattress as he drilled into you like never before— it was all so much at once.

“take it, take it all. feel me fuckin’ you? it’s better than a toy ain’t it? yeah, i know it is,” he grunts. you could feel your orgasm approaching, the curve of his length kissing your g-spot over and over again. just when you were about to release, toji pulled out, standing on the back of his heels while slapping his tip on your cheek— an aggravated moan leaving you.

“toj— what the fuck? w-why would you—“ your complaints were cut off by a loud slap! sound. the stinging gesture to your ass making you jump.

“watch your mouth, y/n. fuck me back and stop bein’ lazy.” he utters, watching as you adjust your arch.

with your hands stretched in front of you, your fingers tightly hold the sheets as you begin to move up and down his dick, a creamy white liquid staining him. toji stumbled back a bit at how hard you were trying, your ass pushing against him damn near making him cum at just a few movements.

“just like that, sweetheart. there you fuckin’ go.”

“toji— daddy, im gonna’ cum!” you cry, your actions becoming faster when you realize toji is following your pace, fucking himself into you while grabbing the plush of your sides. he could feel you pulling him in as you reached for your second climax.

“hold it.”

“but— toji, please i’m—“ you plea, reaching back to grab at his arm for support only for him to slap it away and tell you to take it. you squeezed and clamped around him like you were holding on for dear life; and he loved it. the deep strokes he was giving you were degrading and you were eating them all up.

“gonna’ cum on this dick? hm? gonna’ wet my shit up?” he expresses, watching the motion of your ass crash back on him.

so fucking pretty.

“y-yes! i’m gonna’ cum. aah— baby, i’m- oh my—fuck!”

once you finally came down, small sighs and whimpers could be heard coming from you. toji slowly slid out of you, your pussy making an airy, gape noise as you set him loose.

“can you give me another one?” he whispers against your ear, and you nod— letting him flip you onto your back. toji could now see your face; it’s in an exhausted state, eyes batting as you struggle to keep them open to return his gaze. you looked so pretty. honest truth, he didn’t think he’d last very long doing this position tonight.

“yes, i can give y-you one more. please, i wanna’ make you cum, toji.”

for the first time tonight, toji placed a chaste kiss on your lips. you didn’t exactly know what changed. he went from fucking you with no remorse as a punishment to being gentle and attentive to your quivering body.

“spread your legs angel.”

you obeyed, toji assisting you by propping your legs onto his shoulders. this way, he could hit it deeper, harder— if you asked. he tapped his cock onto your clit a few times, fomenting your already quivering thighs.

“look at me when i put it in,” he demands. your eyes quickly opened to peer up at your husband— you could now see the man you’ve missed so much; forehead sticky, a thin silver chain around his neck that you liked to hold between your teeth as he fucked you, and a set of tattoos that covered most of his chest— astonishing.

the feeling of toji’s dick sliding into you was something you’d always crave. his breaths were shaky and his grunts were loud.

“shit, pussy’s so fuckin’ wet just for me, huh? all for me.”

“daddy—fuck, you feel so good.”

he lets out a breathy laugh, “yeah? you like when i fuck you like this?” he inquires, thrusts becoming more fleeting as time went on. you held on tightly to his forearms that were planted beside you, clawing at the veins that ran up them.

“harder, toji.”

thankfully, he was one of the good ones who knew the dissimilarity between faster and harder; his dick ramming into you like a hammer on nails. and you took it so well, with your tits bouncing and your head thrown back, sucking in harsh breaths of air while crying out his name like a prayer.

“keep screamin’,” he grunts, lowering his body down to your neck, biting a licking at the skin in an attempt to leave a mark, “let em’ know who’s pussy this is.”

“it’s yours, toji. it’s only yours— i-i love you, please cum in me.”

toji’s hands moved from the side of you to your tear stained cheeks to caress them, holding your face in his hands as he rocked into you making your body jolt.

“i love you too, beautiful. you’re gonna’ make me cum n’ breed that pussy, you want that? hm?” he asks, more so as consent than opposed to dirty talk. you rapidly nod your head, wrapping your hands around his wrists while staring deeply into his drowsy eyes.

you lifted your head a little to plant kisses onto his scarred lip, noses touching and grazing against one another as your tongues battled for control. it was messy, it was steamy, and most importantly, it was love.

“ssss’ fuck— i’m cummin’ baby. aah, shit.”

he hissed his last few moans while still fucking you senseless, your third orgasm coming over you in a wave of pleasure; juices you hadn’t seen in a while spurting all over his stomach. although he’d already came, he continued to fuck into you until you were breathless and weak under his touch, shaking from the overwhelming force.

he soon pulled out of you completely, removing your legs from his shoulders and laying his enormous body on top of your smaller one. your foreheads were touching and you were all out of breath, basking in one another’s devotion. the two of you stayed that way for a while, toji hugging and kissing at the sweaty skin of your chest and stomach.

“toji,” you say barely above a whisper.

“are you alright, angel? did i hurt you?”

you smile at his concern, his bushy eyebrows furrowing, “no, i’m okay. you’re just the only man i know that would ever be jealous of an inanimate object,” you laugh.

“y’know, i can’t really be jealous. i haven’t exactly been as present as you’ve liked me to be and i apologize for that.”

you place a kiss on his lips while grinning at his sincerity. you knew he didn’t mean any harm, and after all, he was working to please and give you the life you deserved.

“if you really want me to stop using the toy i’ll get rid of it,” you suggest, only to have him shut you up with a smack on your thigh.

“nah, maybe i can use it on you sometime. have a competition to see who can make you cum first,” he jokes, earning a small giggle from you.

“you’re so annoying.”

“only for you, my love. only for you.”

#saaturnowrites #toji x y/n #toji x black y/n #toji x black reader #toji x reader #jjk #toji smut #jjk smut #toji fushiguro

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angelface-posts · 2 years ago

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Notes: um hi, kind of crazy that people read my writing????? I did not think that anyone would so thank you to everyone that did <33 ily all!! Also please send asks and stuff, i wanna hear ur horny thoughts.

Also I am aware how stupid fuck or die is but idc and the situation was hard to think of so sorry if it sucks but I think we are all just here to see Frank’s cock so ignore that it is very unrealistic.

reblogs and likes much appreciated :D <3

Pairing: Frank Castle x female!reader.

Summary: Your job with Madani often includes dangerous situations and today was one of those days. Some asshole drugged you with an aphrodisiac and of course only cumming will stop a horrible fiery death, the asshole in question just so happened to be someone the Punisher was after too, will you and Frank cross that line to save each other?

Warnings/ tags: DUBCON (cuz sex pollen, but they both want each other, even without the pollen), p in v sex, unprotected sex, fingering, pet names, blowjob, masterbation (f), fuck or die lol

lmk if I missed any tags!!

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Today was supposed to be a good fucking day. You had been tracking this asshole for what felt like forever and to make it even sweeter you had an inkling that the Punisher himself was going to be there and you were going to get them both, two birds with one stone and all that.

You did not anticipate that the asshole would have gotten his hands on some ex-military biological weaponry, god bless America, right?

You had gone in alongside Madani but the two of you got split up when he started shooting, leaving you and him in one room together and Madani god knows where.

“Just hand yourself in, there’s no way for you to get out and you’re making it worse for yourself the longer you shoot at us!” You shout across to him, trying to get him to come with you semi willingly.

Before you could say anything more though, the room is filled with gas, what you assumed was just a smokescreen to allow him to get away unseen. However, in a matter of seconds you are beginning to feel faint and disoriented. You must pass out because the next thing you know you are in the arms of one incredibly strong man who is dressed all in black.

“Frank?” you groan out.

“I got you, sweetheart, come on just a little further.”

“It hurts, Frank.” your words come out breathy as heat forms under your skin, the close proximity with Frank only making it come on quicker.

“What hurts, darlin’? You hit anywhere?” His voice is fraught with panic.

“Not hit, it hurts down-down there.” Even with your mind full of drugs the phrase causes heat to flare in your face and you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

He is carrying you bridal style and your thighs rub together slightly with his heavy steps, you are barely aware of your surroundings, only thinking about the desire pooling inside you. Suddenly a cool breeze sweeps across your skin making you sigh contentedly as it soothes your burning skin.

You reach what you assume is Frank’s van and he manoeuvres you into the passenger seat, leaving the door open to give you air while he pulls out his phone.

He holds it to his ear for just a few seconds before he starts berating whoever is on the other end, the rising of that deep gravelly voice and the way the vein on his neck stands proud send you further into overdrive.

“...so you just fucking left her there?! You thought she was gone- Madani the next time I see you, you better be wearing a bulletproof vest. What was that fucking gas anyway, she’s burning up and says she’s in pain…an ‘af’ what? Aphrodisiac? Well what the hell does that mean?... Christ. I was only in there for a few minutes, I feel alright, a little hot but judging by the looks of her it’s not as serious...”

You can only hear Frank’s replies to Madani so you can’t really tell what’s going on, not that you would be much use at the moment anway, all you can think about is the slick building between your legs and how fucking good Frank looks right now.

Jesus, was he always this attractive?

Yes.

Fuck.

How long have I had the hots for the fucking Punisher??

Get it together.

But he looks so good, fucking hell…

After his angry phone call, Frank walks back to the passenger side of the van.

“Hey, sweetheart, how you doing?”

“Not good, hurts so bad Frank.”

“I know, I’m sorry, Madani said it’s some kind of drug and you need to, uhh, finish to make it go away. I’m gonna get you home, okay? And then I can ring someone for you, yeah? A partner or ex? A friend even, someone you trust. Can you try and think of someone for me?”

“Uhghg there isn’t anyone.” You groan, frustrated that he can’t see what’s right in front of him. “I-i want you Frank, please.” you’re practically whining now, with need and also the thought of Frank denying you release.

“You don’t know what you’re asking, it’s the drug talking, c’mon lets get you somewhere safer.”

“No, I’ve wanted you for a long time but I could never admit it” you would have been shy under any other circumstance but the drug was working quickly, was it a truth serum as well as an aphrodisiac?

“Jesus, sweetheart, you really don’t know what you're saying right now, you don’t want me, I can promise you that. Deserve someone better than this.” He chuckles dryly at the end, dragging a hand down his face and shaking his head slightly.

“Stop telling me what I want Frank. I need you, I think I trust you more than anyone I know…judging from that you need me too.” You gesture to the slight bulge in his trousers.

“That’s not- that’s not what you think.” He replies, his eyes flitting around nervously, his ears taking on a pinker hue than before. Fuck, had you just made the Punisher blush? as if you could find him any more attractive.

“What I think, Frank, is that you were in that room too, so you must have inhaled at least some of the drug. Please, it hurts so bad, I just need you to make it better.”

“For fucks sake,” he mutters to himself under his breath before looking you in the eyes, “I just don’t want to do anything to hurt you, alright? And what if after this wears off you don’t feel the same way, huh, what then?!”

“Frank I’ll feel the same, I have felt this way for too long. If you don’t drive me somewhere else we are going to end up fucking right here in the car park.”

He slams your door and rounds the van in a jog, throwing himself into the seat and speeding onto the main road, anxiously looking at you from time to time.

The drug has practically taken full effect now, whereas before you could hold a semi-fluent conversation, now all you can’t think of anything but the heat curling in the pit of your stomach and the tingling between your thighs. Frank must sense the change in you because he reaches across to squeeze your arm. He meant it to be reassuring but in your drug infused mind all it did was make the fire burn more fiercely. You inhale sharply before letting out a small moan, your hips rolling in your seat.

“Frank please!” You sob out, you’re properly begging now, all shame gone out of the window.

“Just a little longer, sweetheart, I’m sorry, we aren’t far now.” His eyebrows are drawn together and his voice is laced with genuine concern. He has retracted his hand from your overheated skin now, resting them firmly on the steering wheel, knuckles practically white.

Suddenly, the urge gets too much and you have to find some kind of relief. Your hand pushes past the waistband of your trousers and into your underwear, which you find completely soaked. Your wet folds feel hot and swollen, your body begging for release.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just have to- it’s too much Frank, I have to,” your words come out confused and whiny, too focused on the overwhelming feeling to be coherent.

“S’okay, baby, do what you gotta do.” His low voice sends a shiver through you and you whimper when your eyes catch his, finding only concern and perhaps some desire rather than the disgust or judgement you expected to be there.

Your fingers work quickly, rubbing over your slippy folds and protruding bundle of nerves. The feeling is like nothing else you have ever felt, the pleasure magnified to a huge degree. Finally you sink your fingers into your heat, a relieved sigh slips out of you and you see Frank briefly look in your direction. His eyes locked on the sight of your hand working into yourself under your trousers, and you see him shift slightly in his own seat.

You keep rocking onto your own fingers, your chest is heaving now and your moans and whines are getting louder by the minute.

“Fuck, feel s’good, Frank, I wish it was you, love your hands so much,” you’re not even aware of what you’re saying at this point but it spurs Frank into playing along now.

“That so, baby? What do you like about these hands, huh?” He’s trying to help you over the edge without having to touch you himself, still concerned about overstepping boundaries. He thought that maybe if you came like this, the drug might wear off enough that you wouldn’t need him, and he would go home alone and spend some time with his own hand to work the drug out of his system too.

“Uhhh, they’re so fuckin’ big Frank, d’you know that? Fuck, and they look so strong too, just wanna feel them all over me.” You’re so close now you can feel the rush of it coming on strong, hips moving fast against your fingers, your palm catches just right against your clit and you’re there. Moaning out Frank’s name and bucking wildly, legs shaking and closing around your hand.

“That’s it, pretty girl, there we go. Sh sh sssh, you’re alright, did so good.” He speaks to you soft and low, stealing glances at you to try and gauge how you’re feeling now, whilst also trying not to crash the van. “You feeling any better, sweetheart?” Finally he has pulled into the parking lot at his apartment.

“Need more, Frank, I’m sorry, please, I need you, need more” Your voice is just wet sobbing at this point, you can’t help but feel so overwhelmed at all these feelings. Cumming has left you more sated now, but the ache isn’t fully gone, and you just want him close to you.

“Shsh ssh, it’s alright, gonna take good care of you, darlin’, don’t you worry.” he strokes his fingers gently across your cheek before pulling you closer and kissing your head lightly.

He gets out of the van and rounds to your side, opening the door before leaning across you to undo the belt. If the sweet heady smell of you was strong in the van, leaning close like this makes it completely overwhelming to him, another effect of the drug. He holds a hand out and helps you out of the van, ushering you towards the building and thanking whatever god was out there that the lift had been fixed a few days before.

Eventually you reach his apartment and he leads you to the bedroom, sparse and lacking personality for the most part, the only sign of his living there are the stack of books on the bedside table. The sheets are clean and tidy - military habits are hard to kick - and his pillow smells faintly of him once he lies you down on it. You sigh out at the warm feeling the scent gives you, pheromones enhanced by the drug making you light headed.

“What do you need, baby?” he’s lying practically on top of you, supported by one arm, leaving the other free so he can softly cup your face.

“You Frank, please, anything you’ll give me, want it all.” you’re breathless with need, practically panting under him.

He smiles softly at your heated words, his free hand moving from your face to stroke down your side before pulling at the waistband of your trousers, you lift your hips to allow him to free you of your underwear at the same time and then he helps you pull off the rest of your clothes leaving you bare to him.

His hand moves between your thighs now, finding your clit with ease and rubbing slick, messy circles over you, a content noise catching in your throat at the relief of him finally touching you.

“So wet baby, you came so much already, huh?” His words make you moan, arching up to him, his head is buried in your neck now, leaving small kisses as he talks to you. All the while, his fingers never falter, even with your writhing under him.

“Feel’s s’good Frank, don’t stop,” you’re so lost in your pleasure that you don’t even acknowledge his question, but the wet sound of his fingers once he pushes them into you highlights just how slick you are. All he can do is smile fondly at your hazy state, kissing your cheek and the corner of your mouth, slightly in awe of the view of you under him.

The drug has been working slower on him, him being bigger and having had a smaller dose than you but he is certainly feeling something from it, heat rising under his skin and the aching of his cock reminds him that he needs to cum too.

“These hands living up to expectation?” He smirks down at you, your eyebrows drawn together in pleasure, mouth hanging open with silent moans and pants you can’t contain. You just nod desperately in affirmation, words failing you.

His long fingers are reaching parts of you that yours can’t seem to, pumping against your g-spot practically in time with the rapid beating of your heart. Your hips rock up to his hand, moving with his fingers and the obscene sloshing sound of your pussy is almost pornographic.

You keep moving with him until you reach your end, hips shuddering and bucking, your moans loud enough for neighbours to hear now. He praises you through the whole thing, how good you look coming undone for him, the impossible clenching of your pretty little pussy.

You have barely come back down as he moves himself between your legs properly now, kissing you deeply and rutting against you, you suddenly realise he still has his clothes on and the rough fabric of his jeans rubs against you.

“Can I fuck you now, baby? Shit, that drugs some powerful stuff, I’ve never - ah fuck - never been this hard in my fucking life.” He’s still moving against you as he talks and peppering kisses to your face and lips.

“Please, Frank, I want it,” your multiple orgasms mean the drug is just a small buzz under your skin now, instead of a roaring fire but still all you want is to feel him fill you to the hilt, stretch you out and to see him come undone just like you did.

He makes quick work of his clothes, you don’t miss the wet patch along the zipper caused by your pussy rubbing against him. When he finally gets his boxers off you can’t help but inhale a small gasp at the sight of him. Standing proud, the tip looks almost angrily red and you have no idea how he held out this long, making sure you were taken care of while he himself was in just as bad shape.

“So pretty, Frankie,” you can’t help the soft adoration from leaving your lips, “can I taste you?”

“Fuck, sweetheart, you tryna make a man blush? ‘Pretty’” he scoffs under his breath and shakes his head looking away from you, but he can’t help how his heart swells slightly at your praise, “you don’t gotta do all that, honey-”

“But I want to, so bad.” You cut him off and move to the edge of the bed grasping one of his arms to pull him closer before smoothing your hands up the sides of his thighs, reaching for his cock, looking up briefly to see his nod of consent before taking the hard velvet into your hand.

You pump him softly and he lets out a groan at the relief of your touch, hips bucking slightly as he gets used to the pleasure.

“Sorry, can’t help it darlin’, feels so good.” His speech is breathy and strained.

“S’okay, just want you to feel good,” you reply before taking him into the wet heat of your mouth. A lot of him doesn’t fit so you work him with your hand at the same time, bobbing your head and moaning at the feel of him filling your mouth. You continue like this for a few minutes, licking and sucking to your heart's content, Frank growing more and more needy by the second.

“Jesus, m’not gonna last, baby, I gotta be inside, that okay?” he pulls you off of him with a wet pop. Your soft please is all it takes to have him lifting you back on to the bed properly and slotting between your thighs. You’re still so slick from cumming earlier that he glides into you with hardly any resistance. You both moan out as he pushes all the way in, before stilling as best he can to check you’re alright.

You buck your own hips slightly and he gets the picture and begins moving, his hips hardly leaving yours before snapping back to you. His pelvis catches your clit just right and with how sensitive you are it doesn’t take long for you to be nearing that all encompassing feeling yet again.

“Goddamn, baby, this perfect little pussy. You gonna cum? Can feel you clenching around me.” His voice is strained with the effort of trying to keep composure but he manages to look into your eyes as he talks, overwhelming you in the best way, unable to see or feel anything but him.

“Yeah, I’m so close, please don’t stop, you feel s’good.” All you can do is whine under him, clinging on to his arms for some semblance of grounding.

He speeds up at your words, grunting in earnest, the sound of your wetness and your skin meeting again and again pushes you both to the edge. He drops down right as he releases groaning loudly against you, hips stuttering in their rhythm. You cum hard, it blindsides you, you bite into his shoulder to try and mute your moans but they seem to escape anyway.

You lay there for a while both panting before you break the silence with laughter, you can’t help it. You’re laughing at how ridiculous the situation was and at the sheer amount of bliss that coursed through you, leaving you thoroughly exhausted and content.

“What you laugh at, pretty girl?” He moves to lie beside you, taken aback at how gorgeous you look, fucked out and happy.

“I don’t even know,” you smile like an idiot before kissing him, it’s mostly teeth through your smiles but it’s sweet. “Thank you. For looking after me, Frank, I’m so glad this happened, glad it was you.”

“It was my pleasure,” he jokes before turning more serious, “I’m glad you don’t regret anything, sweetheart. Will you stay here for the night? Not done taking care of you yet.”

You do stay, and true to his word he takes care of you, in a much more innocent way. Running you a hot bath and bathing you himself, cleaning your skin softly and giving you sweet kisses as he goes. He warms some clothes for you in the tumble drier and cooks you a simple pasta dish. He even changes the sheets on the bed before cuddling you to sleep, facing each other, your head tucked into his neck and his hands softly tracing up and down your back.

Yeah, maybe today was a good day and maybe you didn’t want to put the punisher away after all…

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features: assassin!kento nanami x fem!reader (afab! reader, she/her pronouns)

submission for: @spooky-diluc's “Go Fuck Yourself” Collab (@spookydiluc thank you so much for organizing this, i'm so sorry i got confused as to which blog to tag 😭)

setting: modern au, mafia au, enemies to lovers, marriage of convenience (sham marriage to be precise)

synopsis: a spinoff from the Knock You Down one shot, what if instead of escaping to Italy, to protect your lover, satoru gojo, you ask kento nanami, a trained assassin for the gojo family, to marry you? does your relationship evolve over time? does satoru gojo stay alive? what if gojo were to come back for you while you’re married to nanami?

song: pillowtalk by zayn | wc: 5590 (yeah, it's long, please read it 😭)

warnings: porn with plot, slight angst, hints at an abusive parental relationship, fighting- mentions of bruises and brutal treatment, mentions of the use of gun and killing, explicit smut, oral (f! receiving, cunnilingus, dom! nanami behavior at the beginning), f! gagging (he fashions his tie into a makeshift gag and shoves it into your mouth), impact play (pussy slapping, and ass smacking), rough sex, squirting, overstimulation and creampie (in the beginning), daddy kink, breeding kink, brat taming (if you squint through) (also please do lmk if i've missed anything or not tagged appropriately thank you <33)

beta reading: @islascafe @portfolio-of-dreams @mrskenmakozume (you three helped me BIG TIME so thank you so so so much ily 😭)

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A/N: Okay, first of all, Kento Nanami, as a villain, whaaat? Well, you can either read the Knock You Down story I wrote for reference or you could read it a stand-alone. Although, I prefer the former. Secondly, if you see the interchange in the usage of his last and first name, it's for a reason. So, don't mind me. Thirdly, Mor and Far are Danish for mother and father, and this is owing to the fact that Nanami's maternal grandfather is Danish (as learned from the manga, although if I’ve got it wrong, please don’t hesitate to let me know), and last of all, the characters of Jujutsu Kaisen belong to Gege Akutami but the storylines belong to me. Reblogs, comments, and likes, especially reblogs are highly appreciated, but reposts are not allowed. ALSO, MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, BLANK BLOGS, STAY THE HECK AWAY FROM THIS POST OR MY BLOG IN GENERAL PLEASE, AND THANK YOU <33

Satoru Gojo was the heir to Gojo Industries, a well-known multinational conglomerate with a variety of businesses. When he left everything behind and began a new career as an economics professor at Tokyo University, he had no idea how important you, (Y/N) (L/N), a mathematics professor at the same university, would be to him. You two would squabble until one night, when you were locked in a staff room and decided to release your frustrations by immersing yourselves in each other. After six months of being friends with benefits, you two became a couple for the next few years. You two got into an argument one day about how he met your parents but you didn't get to meet his, and that's when he told you about his family's history: as a child, his family was always rude to him, mistreating and abusing him, and he couldn't act like it was all right, so he just walked out on them with his luggage. In reality, Gojo Industries is actually a front. They trade drugs with people from all over the world. His parents wanted him to eventually take over the company and the trade, but he refused.

You heard a loud bang on the door; Kento Nanami, the Gojo family's hired assassin, and Kiyotaka Ijichi, his accomplice, had broken into your apartment. Nanami grabbed you, while Ijichi snatched Gojo and began mauling him. You were flailing your legs in the air and crying out “Satoru” when Nanami covered your mouth as he dragged you into a room, muffling your screams. You could hear a myriad of punches on the other side of the door. Fear gripped hold of you, feeling like your heart jumping out of the ribcage, sweat profusely escaping down all over, and your breathing being staggered.

The moment Nanami loosened his grip on your mouth, you screamed out, “Satoru,” until the blond-haired, blue shirt, beige trousers, and green tie-clad man covered your mouth again tightly and whispered in your ear, clicking his tongue, “Tch, tch. Did you really think Ijichi would stop? Just because he looks weak doesn’t mean that he isn’t a trained assassin. He very much is, just as I am. And I, Kento Nanami, come to bear news from Gojo’s family. They can't get him married to anyone else to further their control of the trade because he's dating you, and you must be the one to call it off. If you don’t break up with Satoru, his parents are capable of disowning and disposing of him, quietly and quickly. You don’t want that, do you? So, I suggest that you run as far away from him as you can.” This sent shivers down your spine, as memories of Satoru flashed before your eyes. He didn’t deserve to be involved in the midst of nefarious activities. All he wanted was to start a new life.

You nodded your head in agreement, and before he could walk out of the room, you called out to him with an air of frustration, “Nanami.” This caused him to stop in his tracks as you continued on, “I have a proposition for you!”

He turned back and walked over to you, kneeling. “I usually don’t do propositions, but go ahead, what do you have to say?” he asked. Clearing your throat, you said in a trembling voice, “Nanami, I know of a way for me to stay away from Satoru. I think we should get married.”

An uncomfortable silence loomed across the room for some time, until Nanami broke it by rejecting your proposition. “No,” he said, “are you out of your mind?”

You took a deep breath and replied tersely, looking at him with tears in your eyes, “Look, here's the thing. Even though it hurts to break up with Satoru, I have to, for his sake. It is still too early for me to leave Japan, though. Despite how much I think it would be the best thing to do, I can't leave my students and go in the middle of the academic year. They are very important to me, okay? Plus, you already know that I'll never stop loving Satoru, and under no other circumstance would I put our two other friends, Shoko and Suguru, in danger. It's, however, a win-win situation for all of us. The first is that I avoid the Gojo family; second, you keep your earnings if things go wrong; and third, that I will never abandon my students. Deal?”

While this somehow didn’t make sense, since this was technically a success in his books, he nodded. “Come to the city hall as soon as I leave,” he said to you as he walked out of the room. You followed him, only to find Gojo’s face battered and bruised but smiling at you. You rushed to his side and hugged him. Nanami and Ijichi escaped, leading you to call for Shoko and Suguru to come to the rescue.

While Shoko was treating Gojo's bruises, you told Suguru everything that happened earlier. “I don't know what to do, Suguru. I love him, but…,” you added.

He put his hand on your shoulder and said, “I know you do, (Y/N), but I have heard of Nanami from a couple of my relatives who have rewarded him with a good sum of money. The guy never misses a mark. He always shoots at the target with perfect accuracy.”

You looked at Suguru with sheer confusion and inquired with a concerned look, “Then, are you saying I should go ahead with the plan?”

Suguru then held your shoulders, nodding in response. “It is absurd, but if it makes you feel at peace… Trust me, if you don’t break up with Satoru, Nanami will not stop chasing after you, and you’ll become collateral damage in the pursuit.”

You sighed and turned to a still-recovering Gojo. You told him sternly, with your chest aching, “We need to talk.”

You told him that this relationship is too much for you to handle and that you want to break up with him while Shoko and Suguru were witnesses to a beautiful relationship that had to be forced to end. Gojo unexpectedly agreed, and all four of you embraced and cried in response. Later, you packed your bags, Suguru helped you book a cab to a bridal store and the city hall, and you left the apartment oblivious to Gojo's silent sobs and emotional crumbling behind you.

As your hands flitted across the dresses, you came across this lovely white square-neck dress and purchased it. When you paid the money and got in the cab to the city hall, your vision blurred and your eyes moistened with tears. Nanami was dressed in his groom's outfit when you got out of the cab and entered just as the city hall was about to close, and you were taken aback by the way he looked. You swear you felt your heart skip a beat as you walked up to him, and you were completely oblivious to the fact that his heart was skipping a beat as well.

Only the two of you knew the wedding was a ruse when you said your vows in the hall and eventually exchanged rings.

you two got married, you walked together out of the City Hall and to Nanami’s car to place your bags inside the trunk at the back, and he drove you. You and Nanami walked out of City Hall together and to Nanami's car, where you placed your bags in the back trunk and he drove you. While driving you to his house in his black Mustang, no one uttered a single word.

Both of you removed your shoes and placed them on the shoe stand as you moved into your new home together. He then cleared his throat and said curtly, “Your room is to the right. You are not required to wait for me. I'm going to sleep after I freshen up. So, just go.”

With a scowl on your face, you carried your belongings to your new room and began unpacking. After you finished, you went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You then undress and stand under the shower. As you knelt in the bathtub and sobbed uncontrollably, the metaphorical burden on your shoulders seemed to lift. You were broken about the whole predicament you were in. After freshening up, you crawled under the covers, closed your eyes, and drifted off to sleep in your black nightgown.

The first few days of your marriage went expectantly like a dredge. Both of you met each other with glares, and the only polite words that you spoke to each other were “Good morning”, “I’m leaving”, “I’m home”, “Welcome back,” and “Good night.” The rest of the time, you two scoffed at each other because you knew that if you were to utter any other word, all pleasantries would be thrown out of the window. So, you two were still rude and mean to each other, but you took it in and didn't say anything.

You returned to the university after a while and continued teaching. Since everyone at the university noticed Gojo’s absence, they kept on bringing him up. Having assumed he had already resigned from the university, this tugged at your heartstrings. Even so, you continued to communicate with Suguru and Shoko who would keep you informed of everything that was going on.

You arrived at the staff room during lunchtime one day to find Suguru and Shoko working on their laptops and greeted them. “Hello, buddies! What are you guys doing?”

Shoko answered tentatively, “Nothing important, just working,” which caused your doubt to persist until you heard Satoru's voice from Suguru's laptop.

You felt fear gripping your body as you remained clueless about what was happening. While looking through Suguru's laptop, you noticed a video in which a bandaged Satoru explained that he would be working from home from now on and that he would make sure students had the necessary materials.

"Before taking a leave of absence from the university, Satoru had been working on making videos for the classes, and he had especially made one for you. Shoko and I were busy organizing all of the videos,” Suguru replied.

When you gulped in some air, Suguru played the video where Satoru softly mentioned, “Y/N-chan, if you’re watching this video, that means two things: Suguru’s with you now and that you’re married to Nanami.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as he continued, “I got to know. I hate my parents for doing this to us. Sometimes I feel like shoving the drugs up their noses, you know? But give me some time. I’ll speak to my parents and come for you. We’ll figure out a way to annul your marriage to Nanami, and we can then elope. I miss you, Y/N-chan.”

You thanked Suguru and ran out of the staff room, letting your bosses know that you wouldn’t come to work for the second half of the day, causing you to book a cab home early and cry incessantly.

No sooner than that, you reached home and prepared dinner for the both of you. Nanami then came home later that evening, and silently freshened up, before going to the kitchen to eat the food you have prepared. He liked it, he realized while eating, and was about to say something when he saw you slump your shoulders and take in a deep sigh.

You started ranting, “I miss him. Satoru, I mean. Apparently, he’s requested to work from home, and made videos for his students, and made one for me.”

You were about to cry when he retorted, “Would you shut up? No one’s interested in what you’re saying.”

Nanami’s remark caused you to feel enraged, turning yourself in his direction, and unconsciously slapped him. He felt the stinging blow of your slap against his skin, looking at you gritting your teeth and breathlessly looking back at him.

Suddenly, he grabbed your shoulders and dragged you across the hall to your bedroom, your screams echoing in the corridor. You took a deep breath after he pushed you onto the bed, oblivious to what was to come. He loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his white shirt, forcing you to stare deeply into his piercing brown eyes before your gaze wandered even further across the shape of his chiseled frame. While looking down, you noticed he had toned abs and a prominent v-line; you could tell he had been working out constantly. Despite your gaping mouth, you completely missed the fact that he'd taken out his tie, rolled it into a makeshift gag ball, and shoved it in your mouth, muzzling your screams. Nanami then stripped you of your clothes, leaving you completely naked and at his mercy. As he took off his pants and boxers next, a wicked smile adorned his face, letting your eyes fall on the appearance of his hardened length, causing you to clench your thighs tightly as you became wet at the sight.

Up until now, no word had been spoken until you heard Nanami’s deep voice, emphasizing each word: “Spread your legs. I will not repeat myself.”

With your feet on the bed, you dragged yourself up to the head of the bed on your elbows, spreading your legs and displaying your glistening wetness. Your hand subconsciously reached out to your clit, but he swatted your hand away and slapped your wet cunt, causing your eyes to widen in shock.

You felt as if he was staring right at you as he slapped your pussy again; this time your eyes rolled back, your mouth agape, and you whimpered and moaned in delight. You were about to clench your thighs when he grabbed them tightly, spreading your legs even wider and diving deep into your pussy without warning. The tip of his tongue began licking your clit before sucking on your folds, and his hot tongue thrust into your wet slit, mercilessly devouring your sex as if it were his last meal on earth. His eyes never left yours for a single second while he ate you.

Your screams had turned into moans as he kept pushing you to the point where the coil in you started to build up, but they were still muffled by his tie.

You were in the middle of your release when Nanami removed his mouth from your pussy and turned your body around with your butt up, causing you to whine into the tie. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, remarking curtly, “A spoiled brat like you doesn't deserve to cum on Daddy’s tongue.” He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much.

His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers. His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, the bed creaking loudly as you were fucked into oblivion. As soon as you paused to rest your head on the pillows, he grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and pulled it back, while reaching out your breasts with the other and holding them to pull you closer, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

He was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. He then smirked and reached out for your face, taking out the tie gag from your mouth and whispering, “Dear, I want to hear you as loudly as possible. Scream for me.”

The tip of the head touched your spongy cervix, causing you to moan incessantly while he drilled deep into you. He rasped into your ear, “What a good wife you are, taking in everything for me, your husband.”

As Nanami nuzzled his face onto your neck and sucked on your sensitive spot, biting hard and licking the marks that he made, the sound of skin slapping against your wet folds, your moans, and his grunts reverberated through the house. The coil built up so much that you could no longer stand it and screamed, “I can't take it anymore, I want to cum!” However, he only pinched your nipples while thrusting into you and smacked your ass, saying, “No, I won't let you cum.”

You whimpered pleadingly, “Daddy, please! I'll be good, just let me cum.” His hand reached over your sensitive bud and rubbed it hard in soft circles, enough to make your legs shake from overstimulation and your eyes roll back.

“Cum for me,” he said emphatically.

The coil inside you finally snapped and you lost control, a clear liquid oozing out of your body and dripping onto the sheets as you cried in ecstasy. Nanami’s thrusts became more sloppy, grunting in pleasure, and pounded one final thrust into you, painting your walls white. Your inner walls clenched around his cock as you milked him dry, his seed spilling deep into you, before you both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, with him toppling into you.

He pulled his now-flaccid cock out of you, causing you to whine, the combination of both of your essences dripping out from your puffy folds. He turned your body face-up and picked you up, carrying you to the bathtub and turning on the warm water before he joined you in the bath.

As you two relaxed in the bathtub, he then apologized to you with a sad look on his face, “(Y/N), I’m really sorry. For what I said, for how rough I was with you, for separating you from Gojo. For this situation that we’re in. For everything.”

You sat up, your sore muscles gaining a sense of reprieve from sitting in the water. You replied, “Nanami, I’m sorry too. I’ve been a real brat to you, haven’t I?”

Nanami shrugged his shoulders in reply. “It’s fine. But now that we are married, I think we should get to know each other and try to at least make this marriage work. Don’t you think so?”

Nodding in agreement, you approached him, and turned to lie on his chest. “I think I’d like that.”

Both of you quietly acknowledged the other's presence over the following days and weeks. The two of you eventually slipped into a routine: Nanami would cook dinner whenever he came home early, and instead of you opening the door yourself, he would open it for you, and vice versa. Each of you always waited until the other was ready to eat when the other was late, no matter how late they were. There were times when you two had sex, but it was more of a stress reliever than anything else, and you ended up stocking on Plan-B's and birth control pills as every slight touch of his sent you into a feverish frenzy unlike any other. Satoru had a way of eating you out, but Kento had a way of getting into every hollow and crevice of your body. As he kissed you along every crack and crevice, and especially on the permanent bruises that you acquired in your childhood, he seemed to be calming your heart in an unexpected way, not the way Satoru did, but in a unique and comforting manner.

Eventually, you two began to open up to each other. You told him how you didn't have a good relationship with your family and how they always talked down to you and hit you, making you feel like you were not good enough. Additionally, you told him that your family wasn't in favor of you becoming a teacher in the first place, and that your grandparents believed that women should remain at home and learn household chores. This incident caused you to rebel against your family by sneaking out of the house on the day they planned to set you up with someone and running away. You applied to be a teacher at the university at that time and actually dated someone before Satoru, but he never seemed to care about you that much, so you called it off and focused exclusively on your job. Satoru came into your life, and the rest is history.

When the two of you were talking on the couch, Nanami looked at you sadly and said, “I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of that.”

You shook your head. “I'm married to you now, Nanami. At least I should tell you about my life so far.”

Nanami cleared his throat and said, smiling at you, “Don't forget you're Mrs. Nanami now, so you can call me by my first name.”. Even though you smiled back, you were scared as you started to feel butterflies flutter in your stomach and then decided not to call him by his first name yet until your feelings for him changed.

He sighed and told you about his background: his ancestors came to Japan under dire circumstances from Denmark. Before his family experienced an economic crisis, he stayed close to his family, particularly to his parents; consequently, he had to find odd jobs and work to provide for his parents. Then he met Toji Fushiguro, one of the assassins hired by the Gojo family. After being taken under Toji's wing, Nanami became a skilled marksman, self-taught at archery, and a great student of mathematics. Satoru’s father noticed how skillful he was in his line of work, and offered to pay off the family loans in exchange for Nanami to work for him. Thus, Kento Nanami was admitted to a well-respected school that provided top-notch education while working part-time; as a result, Nanami went to a good school and a good university, all the while perfecting his marksmanship not only with arrows, but also with guns and knives. After establishing themselves financially, his parents moved back to Copenhagen.

The catch? His family didn’t even know what he was doing; they thought he was working a white-collar job after he graduated. He’s doing this so that they can live peacefully, and should he walk out of the job, his parents would die as well. At one point, he was brought to a dilemma when he had to shoot his best friend, Yuu Haibara, because he inadvertently saw Satoru’s father making a trade. Mr. Gojo told him, “He may be your best friend, Nanami-kun, but if he ratted us out, the mission would crumble.” As Nanami spoke the words, “I'm so sorry, Yuu,” with tears in his eyes, Yuu was shot in the heart, thus becoming entwined with the fate of the Gojo family.

Hearing all of this pained your heart and brought tears to your eyes. You approached him and tried to console him by holding his hands in your own. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, and I’m assuming that you didn’t want to break Satoru and me up, did you?”

Nanami shook his head, “No, because I didn’t want you to go through the same pain I went through, but deeper.”

Something in you compelled you to hug him tightly for a few moments before pulling yourself away from the embrace; there was a moment when your faces were only a few inches apart and you couldn't help but stare at each other's lips. A ping on your phone startled you both, and you realized it was a text from Satoru inviting you to meet him sometime. While an awkward silence caused you both to shuffle on the couch and you debated whether or not to meet him, you secretly downloaded some language apps on your phone to help you learn Nanami's language.

One Saturday morning, while you were cooking breakfast, Nanami’s parents FaceTimed him and exchanged pleasantries. He then called out to you while talking with his parents, and you ran to him. You were wearing your pink apron on top of your red sweatshirt and black leggings when you waved at an elderly couple on the other side of the screen.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N) (L/N). Very nice to meet you!” You greeted them chirpily.

Nanami threw a side glance at you and shook his head. “Nanami, you’re (Y/N) Nanami,” he corrected you. He turned across the screen, smiling. “Mor, Far, this is (Y/N), my wife.”

Mr. and Mrs. Nanami covered their mouths with their hands in shock upon hearing this. “Why did you not tell us?” his mother slightly chided him in Japanese.

You interrupted your husband just as he was about to continue talking, and said with a smile in Japanese, “It happened so soon that we didn’t get a chance to tell you. We’re so sorry, and I hope you and I get along well.” His parents and you then started a nice, sweet conversation, with Nanami looking at you with a fond smile on his face.

“Excuse me, but I have to go into the kitchen,” you told them before getting up and walking back. You subconsciously listened to their family conversation, but as you paid more attention to it, your stomach sank at what you heard.

“Kento, we don't appreciate you marrying her, let alone not telling us anything about her,” Mr. Nanami said. “I need you to leave her immediately and return to Denmark so that we can marry you to someone else of my choosing.”

“Far, I don't like the way you're talking about (Y/N),” Kento scowled. “She's a strong, independent woman who’s well-educated, loving, caring, kind, and compassionate, and she's clearly better suited to be my wife than anyone you could ever choose for me.”

Their conversation made you angry at his parents, yet, at the same time, it made you smile at Kento for defending you.

You turned off the stove and walked back to the table where Kento was sitting, and surprised the three of them by admonishing both his parents in Danish, “While I appreciate you looking out for your son, Mr. Nanami, you don't know what your son has gone through for the both of you. He's sacrificed a lot for your sake, and now you're criticizing him for making this life-changing decision for himself. He needs your help as we move into the next stage of our lives together.” This caused Kento to look at you in awe, and that's when he saw you in a new light.

After the call with his parents without saying a word, you finished eating your breakfast with Nanami before heading to your room to change. As you were heading out of the house, you told him, “I’m going to meet Satoru. I’ll be late, so don’t wait on me.” You left and closed the door, leaving a concerned Nanami behind.

Satoru immediately saw you as you reached the cafe where you were both supposed to meet and hugged each other. You then realized that his embrace doesn’t feel warm anymore. It felt like something was missing, or rather, you were missing a certain someone.

When you two sat down to have lunch together, he put his hand on yours and said, “(Y/N)-chan, I’m so sorry it took me this long. However, I’m going to talk to my parents and leave them behind for you. We’ll run away and spend our lives together, but you have to leave Nanami for this. You’re not to be with him, but with me.”

For a brief moment, you reflected on the previous eight months of your marriage with Kento, and despite the way it began, eventually, you felt a pull towards him and wanted to dive deeper and deeper into the depths of his heart as you two slept with each other and became vulnerable and raw about your lives with each other.

You pushed the cerulean-eyed man’s hand aside and, showing your ring, spoke in a sad tone, “Satoru, I truly appreciate what you’re willing to do for me. But, I’m married now, and I’m in love with my husband.” This sudden realization shocked the both of you as you got up from the table. “I have to go. I’m sorry,” you apologized before going back home, leaving a forlorn Satoru behind.

Minutes later, as you were still trying to get home, your mind was filled with thoughts of whether Kento would hate you for leaving him like this. But as you approached the front door, panting, it burst open before a crying Kento came out and engulfed you in a tight embrace. He then cupped your cheeks and kissed you hard, your teeth clicking and tongues swirling around each other. He picked you up by your ass, hooked your legs around his waist, closed the door and took you to your room, still kissing you. You two then fell onto the bed, and, between kisses, you told him moanfully the three words you didn't realize he needed to hear: “I choose you.”

“(Y/N)!” Kento exclaimed, quickly pulling himself away from the kiss. “Do you really choose me? Please say it again if you do.”

You nodded again in response and, with a genuine smile, whispered, “I choose you.”

He smiled back and kissed you again, taking his time with your lips and imprinting the newfound declaration of love in his mind. Kento put his hand on your waist and tried to pull it away, but you kept it there and kissed him more passionately. You were both running your fingers through each other's hair, kissing, embracing, and feeling each other's love radiate from your bodies before you knew it. Kento started kissing your neck, descending slowly until he reached your collar bones and complimented you on your beauty before moving on to your cleavage. You, on the other hand, peppered his neck with kisses and raked your fingers through his blond hair and the undercut, smiling and loving every moment of it.

You then climbed up on top of Kento and removed your light-blue shirt, while he continued to kiss you around the waist. You began pulling up his white t-shirt, running your fingers from his stomach to his chest, as he stood up. Now that you were both feeling passionate, you looked at each other and gave each other another deep kiss. After that, Kento kissed your shoulder and then pulled the straps of your black lace bra down while continuing to kiss you on your shoulders and up to your neck. He then unhooked your bra, which made you smirk naughtily.

“Oh, and Kento, can I tell you one more thing?” you asked, interrupting him from going further, and you heard him hum in reply. You then burst into a smile as you looked at him and said, “I’m not on the pill.”

His eyes widened in surprise at the sudden announcement. “Wait, are you saying…?”

“I’d like you to breed me, Daddy Nanami,” you whispered before you pressed your lips hard unto his, kissing Kento on his head and smelling his doused hair that smells of musk. He kisses your breasts and gently kneads them with his hands as he fervently descends on you. He continued to kiss you, moving his lips down to your navel and pushing you onto your back as he did so.

Before going down, he began smearing kisses all over your stomach while unzipping and pulling down your pants. He then noticed your lacy black panties, which are his favorite type, and smiled wickedly at you as he kissed your thighs. He then picked both of your legs up and peeled your panties off of you, kissing your toes and slowly working his way up to your thighs.

“I love you,” you softly moaned, causing your husband to look into your (E/C) eyes and smile.

“Baby, say those three words again for me while I have my sweet dessert,” Kento whispered, and pressed his face in between your wet nether lips, placing kitten-like licks on your clit and sucking on your folds. You let out a string of pornographic-sounding ‘I love you’s as he tongue-fucked you, looking into his brown eyes and intertwining your fingers with his.

As the coil in you started to build up, he removed his slick-covered mouth away from your pussy and wiped it using the back of his hand, before looking at you with pleading eyes. “(Y/N) baby, it’s okay. I’m still here,” he assured you while stripping off his pants and boxers, hissing slightly as his fully-erected cock sprung free and hit his stomach.

“You’re so perfect for me,” Kento muttered, looking at you with doting eyes, as he crawled back onto the bed and in between your legs spread wide. He lined his dick with your entrance and cupped your cheeks.

“I love you too, Mrs. (Y/N) Nanami,” he growled as he thrust his hardened cock inside you, eliciting another moan from your lips. His soft lips then crashed into yours for another passionate kiss, making you want more of him while he continued thrusting inside you deeper and faster.

As you thought about how you could live this moment forever, Kento whispered in your ear: “(Y/N), my sweet angel, I’m going to make up for lost time and make love to you all night, filling you up and treating you like you deserve to be treated… like my queen.”

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