#enphirial

[novulen]

ARE YOU HARD? N. K.

the first thing your ears pick up as you regain consciousness is the steady sound of nanami’s breathing whilst he exhales down your neck, his breathing labored and erratic, a stark contrast to his usually composed and often calm manner.

you groan, stretching as you turn your head to an oddly red-faced kento. his face glimmers with a sheen of sweat, and you quirk an eyebrow at his unnatural behavior.

“kento? are you okay?” the sweet question hangs in the air, overwhelming the comfortable silence that had once suspended the air. with a ragged breath, he nods without hesitation, glancing away from your worried gaze with a grunt.

“i’m sorry, did i wake you?” he murmurs, completely ignoring your earlier question. you frown, shaking your head no and bringing a hand to his cheek lovingly.

“no, you didn’t, ken. answer my question.” your tone is stern and demanding, forcing the blond male to look up at you, his eyes brimming with something you can’t quite place your finger on.

and it’s not until then that you feel something particularly hard poking your thigh, which, as you look down, pokes through the grey material of kento’s sweats.

suddenly, the couch feels cramped and you begin to squirm, which prompts nanami to hold you in place beside him.

you look up at him, now able to decider the prior emotion that had taken over his eyes.

“kento, you’re..hard.”you mutter out, blood rushing to your cheeks and core inadvertently wetting in preparation for what’s inevitably to come. nanami pulls back from you, head hanging momentarily over the headrest of the couch as he sighs.

“i know..” he begins, closing his eyes in an effort to stop the flow of blood to his now straining cock. “you’d been pushing your ass against me while you slept.”

“‘m sorry, but i told you we shouldn’t have taken a nap on the couch, ken.” a small smile forms on your lips, and you avert nanami’s gaze back to yours.

he shakes his head, parted lips as he heaves out a grunt when you climb on top of him, brushing against his groin.

“no, don’t apologize, love. i just need you to help me at the moment.”

you straddle nanami’s lap, taking ahold of his face with a delicate hand yet again. your grogginess quickly turned into mischief as you give your lover a questioning look, putting on an oblivious facade. “help you with what?”

nanami scoffs, a strong arm immediately coming up to grasp at the meat of your hips before he grinds you directly over his length.

“this.”

you’re soon moaning as your pussy, bare safe for the flimsy material of your shorts and panties, makes contact with nanami’s raging hard-on.

you yelp as he swiftly turns you over on your back, now crouched over you, his wide shoulders and overall sturdy build dwarfing you.

“can i take these off?” he mouths, pressing his forehead to yours as he awaits a response, and once you reply he’s instantaneously removing your shorts off, sliding the cotton down your thighs and off your ankles.

nanami curses under his breath at the sight of your panties, the lacy hemming paired with translucent material doing little to cover your core, leaving little to nothing to the imagination.

he reaches out to touch you, the pads of his fingers dancing along your thighs, nearing the innermost part—and you finally remember a crucial detail which you’d forgotten to disclose.

“wait—kento, i haven’t—“

“i know, it’s perfectly fine, darling. just let me touch you, okay?” he pleads, irresistible with the way his tone begs for more of you, and it’s not long after before he’s resuming his light touches.

you feel your face heat up once again as nanami slides your underwear to the side, revealing your cunt to both him and the cold air, a shiver running down your spine in response. it’s embarrassing, to say the least, yet nanami doesn’t bat an eye at the growing tuft of pubes over your pussy.

your worries are soon thrown out the picture as he stuffs a digit into you, nanami relishing your tight warmth as you, the pleasurable size on his lone finger.

“that’s it, focus on me,” he praises, adding another finger into you, body shuddering when you walls feel tighter from the added width. “just like that.”

“k-kento, i want you inside,” you plead, teary eyes meeting his stern ones. “please,”

nanami nods, complying with your request as he slides his fingers out, satisfied with the way your sopping hole attempts to reel him back in.

turning his attention to his groin, nanami groans, palming himself through the material before he ultimately glides it down, slithering his boxers down with it.

you’re practically salivating at the sight of his cock, now free without anything obscuring its way. the tip leaks frequent globs of precum, veins lining the expanse of his sturdy, tan-colored base.

you reach down to pump him, only doing so about two or three times before nanami’s positioning himself to your entrance, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he pushes just the tip in.

your walls welcome him with fervor, pussy hauling in his cock to the point where it could be said that its pulling was more efficient than his thrusts.

“i-i’m not going to last long if you’re tight and tensed like this, love. relax for me, yeah?”

“i can’t, ‘s too much already,” you say in a shaky exhale, eyes glazing over with tears that don’t go unnoticed by your tentative lover, whom is already kissing your tearfalls away.

“if it’s too much i can pull—“

“no, stay. please,” it’s feeble and wobbly, but you stand your ground and continue to take it all, until nanami’s fully sheathed within your warmth and ready to move.

he’s soon rutting into you, albeit slowly for your sake, whispering sweet nothings into your ears for comfort.

“you feel so good, sweetheart.” he mumbles into the skin of you neck, nibbling teasingly on your earlobe and chuckling as you squirm in his brawny hold.

“a-ah, not there,” you giggle, pushing his form away.

his thrusts then begin to pick up rhythm, muscular, solid thighs producing wet slaps as they make contact with your ass. and you react to the lewd sound by covering your eyes with your forearm, embarrassed yet enthralled by the noise, although whatever the reason is, nanami does not put up with this.

“don’t hide, darling, show me your face.” he demands, yet he’s still able to keep that soft murmur in his tone, and you obey, removing your arm and it’s as if you’re seeing the sun for the first time all over again.

nanami’s small smile lights up the whole room, as well as your heart. you’re compelled to tug him down and that’s exactly what you do, and once nanami’s in proximity you kiss him with such hunger and passion that it makes his knees feel weak, makes his lungs feel twice the size smaller and makes his heart burst with emotion.

soon all is forgotten, and it seems like the existence of one another is the only thing you can feel—the only thing you can bring yourselves to care about. and before you know it, nanami slips his tongue in your mouth, further intensifying the kiss.

he suckles on your tongue a few times, delicately moving his soft lips against yours with a gentle sense of vigor.

you pull away first, chest heaving up and down as you try and try to catch you breath, yet it never comes because each drive into your cunt steals the air you’ve so desperately tried to regain, and it’s not soon before you start to see stars.

“oh, god, ken,” you mewl out, still shaken up from the kiss and now, with the added weight of his onslaught of thrusts, it feels like the clash of adrenaline mixed with a growing blend of euphoria. “i’m almost there.” your abdomen tightens in preparation for what’s to come, legs quivering and muscles aching as nanami hoists your legs up on his waist, aiding his cock in its mission to hit your g-spot as many times as he can.

“yeah?” he whispers, head falling back in pleasure whilst he screws his eyes shut, drinking in the feeling and sounds that you so gracefully allow him to feel and hear.

in a matter of seconds, the euphoric wave that is your orgasm washes over you, sweeping you along in the waters of pleasure. you’re soon cradled back to shore, panting heavily as you look up at nanami.

“inside me,” you coax, moaning in satisfaction as not even a second later you feel his hot, sticky seed fill you unreservedly, the load trailing down your thighs messily.

you both laugh it off, and nanami plants a sweet kiss to your temple, sighing as he pulls away.

“thank you, my love.” he mumbles into your perspired skin, burying his nose in the mountain of your breasts. “i needed this.”

“anything for you, and you don’t have to thank me. you work hard, kento, you deserve this and so much more.” your words come out more drastic than you mean, although nanami doesn’t take any offense.

he smiles, a real smile that bares his teeth and turns his eyes into crescents—a smile that, so far, only you’ve been able to wring out of him.

“mhm,”

taking in the moment, you reconcile with the same silence that had woken you.

“still,” kento grins, peering over at you mischievously. “did you think a little hair would stop me?”

for a second, you’re not sure what he’s talking about, but as soon as you do, he’s quickly nudged in the chest with your elbow.

“you’ll be actually sleeping on the couch tonight.”

[novulen]

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: after buying a weird ouija board from an elderly man, your night takes an unexpected turn when you return from the bathroom to find a stranger in your house—wait…are those four arms?

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ & ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+ (mdni), unprotected s3x, pinning, (u get fucked against a wall), usage of ‘doll & princess’ , tw just cs sukuna 🤗

ᴡᴄ~ 2.08k

Your palms trembled as your gaze swept over the text on the box before you. It exuded a frightening aura that penetrated into your bones and sent a sharp chill up your spine, yet, at the same time adrenaline surged throughout every vein in your body. You felt giddy.

Ever since you could remember, you've always wanted to own a ouija board. As a child obsessed with the occult, you were absolutely taken aback the first time you heard about it, and had attempted everything you could to get your hands on it.

It was sort of disappointing that it was only now you’d get to experience it.

Although, swaying your thoughts aside, you grinned. You should have been thrilled to at least encounter one at this point; it was either now or never, and you wanted to make the younger you nestled within you feel happy.

You sighed shakily, and smoothed your hands over the top, wiping away any dust that was settled on the box. Upon opening it, particles of all sorts ejected about everywhere, and the candles lit on the table raged a fiery orange as the fine powder fell into the flames.

You’d been curious about how long it remained in that pink-haired elderly man's home unopened, much alone touched. However, given that you had purchased it at a garage sale, the soot contained within the cardboard didn't come as a huge surprise.

On the bottom of the crate lay a cream-colored board with the alphabet letters painted in a messy black, and settled on it is a tan planchette. The most important part of this whole thing, you’d been told–if you did it right.

Excitedly, you pawed at the ouija board and clutched it, quickly placing it on the wood and doing the same to the planchette.

“Huh,” you hummed, examining the symbol in the center of it, which seemed to resemble a circle with two mirrored ‘antlers’ around it. “...Never saw one with this before,” Though you figured it was some sort of special kind. Deep in thought about what to ask of ‘it’, you sighed, guessing that any ghost or ghoul would be interested in your uneventful life anyway. Although, It was worth a try.

With an equally excited-nervous gulp, you placed your fingers on the piece and began your pseudo-seance.

You’d started with the usual questions, not really expecting much.

“Is anyone there?” Heart racing, you swore the indicator began to vibrate, only to discover later that it was just the result of your shaking. You were never known to be a patient person, consequently after a few seconds, your hope slowly began to fade.

However, as the moment you intend to pull your fingers off the planchette nears, it moves, sluggishly, to ‘NO’.

Very funny. You thought to yourself sarcastically, but couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you. It made you feel comfortable knowing that, at least, you were speaking to someone with a sense of humor (a small sense).

Your fingers scratched uncomfortably at the next question that popped to life in your head.

“Are you, uhm, evil?” the question flowed weirdly off your tongue–was that a weird thing to ask? Nevertheless what you had thought, it still replied.

‘YES’.

Coincidentally, the room’s temperature suddenly dropped, and a chilly whisper of wind whirred near your face. The instantaneous gush of air nearly blew out all the candles, your only source of light, and it’s only then you get a fix on what you’re working with.

A fucking ghost, ghoul–or whatever.

However, you don’t back down upon realization, you're only immersed deeper within wherever this was meant to go. Thus, you begin asking more…loose questions.

“What’s your name?”

Your fingers follow the piece as it slides from letter to letter.

“Suh-ku-na?” you try the word on your tongue, head nodding approvingly at the taste the name leaves in your mouth, although you can't deny how much you’re now aching to see this thing's face.

Thoughts swirl in your head as you attempt to get some possibilities of what he could possibly look like. You can’t help but begin to imagine a ridiculously attractive man in place of Sukuna, with bulging arms, a sharp jawline, plump lips…Your thighs bunch together at the thought.

But, with the instinctive urge to bunch your thighs comes the urge to pee. And lord knows you can’t ignore that thought.

So, to Sukuna’s surprise, who is watching from wherever, you get up and awkwardly waddle to the bathroom, and he’s left all by himself, with his thoughts. The same lewd ideas that’d swirled in his head the moment you picked up that damned board with your cute, mousy smile–in that short, tight skirt, all dolled up as if you knew.

Seeing that, stupidly enough, you hadn’t had half the mid to even move the planchette to ‘END GAME’ Sukuna took that opportunity to bring his fantasies to life.

Now, to your surprise, as soon as you stepped foot in your living room, a stranger stood there to greet you.

A beat of uncomfortable silence.

The longer you stared, the more…unusual Sukuna seemed as a whole. Though, he’s hot nonetheless.

Your head shifts to the side as you gawk. With four, brawny arms, body sculpted to the hilt, and a rippling abdomen, Sukuna didn’t fail to pique your interest. Thinking about it, you’d always been interested in abnormal looking men–your ex could prove that.

One of his upper hands ran through his hair; a blush pink. It oddly resembled that of the man you’d brought the board from.

“You just gonna stare?” A loud , booming voice erupts from his throat, which snaps you out of your state, only for you to become even more anxious. Sukuna feels his cock twitch at the effect his voice has on you, just from a simple sentence at that, it made him wonder what it’d do to you further down the road…

You simply stood there, edgy–which he was used to.

Lower hand on his hip, he began to slowly but surely advance towards you. Making sure he didn’t scare his prey away.

“Hey, I ain’t gonna hurt ya..’s okay,” he cooed, placing his arms up defensively. This was the first time he’d sweet-talked anyone in a millennium, and with it took his ego. Sukuna was hoping that you didn’t take this lightly.

Soon enough, with his proceeding and your backing away, you were pushed up against a nearby wall, caged within his huge body.

“I- What do you want? How did you even–” A finger to your lips.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” There was a pause, and the air filled with your erratic breathing. “All I wanna know is how tight that pussy is.”

Your body shivered with cold chills and it seemed that all you could do was look up at the huge pillar of a man. Eyes wide and mouth agape at his straightforwardness, you stuttered. “W-What?”

Sukuna’s lips tugged upwards in a smug grin. “Y’heard me.” Almost instantly, he dived into the crook of your neck, nose brushing against your supple skin as he tasted you. And yet, you didn’t push him away.

Something deep inside of you wanted this–you hadn’t had a good fuck in years.

But who knew you’d be fucking something so unnatural?

“Fuck,” he hissed, yet again halting your train of thought. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking down at what caused said sound, and audibly gasped when you did so.

You’ve had your fair share of partners and hook-ups in the past, and personally deemed yourself amateur. Though never once have you touched, let alone seen a cock as big as Sukuna’s.

He hadn’t taken his pants off, nor had you even analyzed it properly!

It baffled you, and in turn, the expression on your face fueled his ego.

“Up here, doll.”

Your gazes met as you complied with his unintentional order. Lust clouded in Sukuna’s eyes the more he gazed down at you, and as you lost yourself within the depths of his sinister, yet alluring iris’, he took his chance.

A calloused hand distractingly rubbed at the skin of your thighs, another creeping closer to your heat, though you’d noticed too late, and by the time you did, he had already pushed your panties aside.

As uncaring as Sukuna was, he gave you time to deny him. But , to his surprise and pleasure, you didn’t.

“Sukuna…” you whimpered as he slid a thick finger over the hood of your clit, collecting your essence in the process.

The way you said his name had him fighting his self restraint.

His breath caught in his throat, and his words came out in a shallow whisper.

“Hold on to me.”

“Wait, why–” Confused, you stuttered out.

Though, not even a second later, he slid inside, and it was then your question was answered.

Sukuna was so thick, huge, even thinking about the size had your head spinning. How was a size like this even possible?!

On the other hand, Sukuna was shocked–bewildered even–at how tight, how snug you felt around him. The feeling was foreign; most he’d fucked pushed his cock away, not used to his girth, though your pussy welcomed him in a blissful warmth.

“S-shit, doll. I won’t be able to last if you’re sucking me in like that,” he moaned–fucking moaned. His cheeks flushed a blush pink with embarrassment as he looked away, averting his gaze elsewhere.

Did Sukuna Ryomen really just moan?

He felt his ego diminish at the mere thought.

“‘Kuna, ‘s too much,” you whined, not even sparing the nickname that came out of your mouth a second thought. Your soft hands gripped onto his broad shoulders, as if seeking out the one thing that would save you. But, he’d inevitably be the one that destroyed you.

Overwhelming shocks of euphoria rocked incessantly into your body, and with the overpowering fullness his cock had you feeling, it proved to be too much.

And within minutes of his initial entrance, you came.

Feeling the sudden gush of liquid around him, Sukuna snickered. “Fuck–’d you just cum?”

You could tell the only purpose of him asking was to make fun of you, and a pout puckered on your lips in response.

“I haven’t done this in a while,” you murmured.

“That isn’t an excuse, princess.”

But you huffed, looking away annoyed.

Sukuna frowned. Were you really catching an attitude as he was buried deep inside you?

His lips tugged upwards in a vicious grin. This wouldn’t go unpunished.

He released an onslaught of thrusts into your cunt, driving his cock into the formerly untouchable depths inside you. He held onto your thighs, squeezing hard as he fucked up into you.

Your eyes watered and rolled back, and your legs instantly wrapped around his waist to aid his thrusts.

“F-fuck…so dee–ep,” you mewled, choking on your own saliva.

The room filled with the sporadic slap of Sukuna’s thighs to your ass, the lewd sound so loud you swore you could feel the vibrations resonate off your apartment's thin walls.

“Shut up and take it.” he hissed, head thrown back, and you audibly moaned at the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Sukuna was treating your poor cunt as if it were a pocket pussy—rutting into you without any consideration for your own pleasure, yet something about that seemed so incredibly hot.

The desire you had for this man you’d met just moments ago was unbearable.

He made you a babbling, crying mess, as your orgasm washed over you for the second time that night.

But Sukuna was never finished if he weren’t finished.

Thus, it didn’t take until his orgasm came that he finally pulled out, breathing heavily and perspiration rolling down his forehead. His calloused hands soothed over the meat of your thighs, admiring how red the skin had become.

He didn’t say anything for a while, though his eyes grazed every inch of your body–was he admiring you? This was the queue Sukuna needed to go, he couldn’t believe himself!

“Wait. you’re just gonna leave?”

Sukuna grins. “Y’ want me to stay?”

You couldn’t deny how your pussy was still craving him, hell, you’d almost instantly jerked him back in when he had pulled out earlier, so you nod. Though, a better way to make him stay pops up into your mind.

“Round two?

who was gonna tell me how hard it is to write sukuna..

[novulen]

⋆ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 — K.N.

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : you ‘successfully’ manage to keep your husband from going to work.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ & ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : smut (mdni!!) nsfw, creampie, mean!nanami, multiple orgasms, mentions passing out, reader lowk has attachment issues but same , and a brief mention of ‘staying in ur place’ but u can’t blame me😞. (also kinda proofread but not)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : ~1.3k

Looking back at it now, you’ve never been good at letting people go. You could even state that the idea seemed nearly foreign in a strange way–it felt wrong not to desire people or their presence. 

However, that realization didn’t come to you until you were in highschool, a freshman, still craving your middle school friendships. You yearned, day in and day out, reminiscing on the past and, in turn, sullying the present. 

And, it was only fair for not only your mind to be attached to a person, but your body also. Want tethered you to friends, lovers and family. 

Perhaps it was your attachment issues, or the lack of friends you'd had growing up, but it had managed to stick with you until now. 

The fear and burden of losing your lover plagued your mind even as you slept, and accordingly, your limbs wrapped around his torso protectively. Nanami could have protested, removed your body atop of his effortlessly, tossed you to the side even, but he didn't. It brought a certain softness to his heart seeing the extent of your love go beyond consciousness itself. 

Although, as much as he wanted–desperately so–to stay in your arms until noon, time was running thin. He had work in about an hour, and he had to be on the road by 40. 

“Sweetheart?” Nanami whispered, hands smoothly running up and down the expanse of your back as a means to wake you. Deep inside he didn’t want you to wake up; at least then he’d have an excuse not to go to work. 

But as if reading his mind and deciding to do the opposite of what he really desired, you awoke with a small whine, and wrapped your arms tighter around his neck. 

From that position Nanami was essentially face first with you, which allowed him to see you clearly, his chest swelling passionately at the small pout that took place on your lips. 

“Ken..stay,” you had mumbled in a sleepy grumble, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. By now you both were a jumble of interlocked limbs, yet that didn’t stop you from attempting to mesh further into him–that earned you a chuckle. 

“‘M not joking, Kento. Want you to stay,” you were hoping that had got to him, knowing Nanami, he would give into your desires without so much as a second thought, though today was different. He had a meeting he needed to attend, which proved persuading him to be difficult. 

“Today’s an important day, darling. I can’t stay,” he sighed, journeying his hands up to your waist and apologetically squeezing the flesh there before he began to lift your form off him, but you retaliated and only hugged him tighter. 

“Please,” You mouthed to him, repositioning your head from his shoulder simply to gaze into his eyes pleadingly. It tugged at his heartstrings, the exhausted, begging look you gave him, although he couldn’t give in just yet. 

He wanted to understand why he should stay, although he knew why you wanted him to stay. 

You were emotionally and sexually neglected–he personally could confirm that. And he fully blamed himself for leaving such a beautiful woman in bed all by herself until afternoon, all for a job he despised, but today was simply not the day. 

He had to get to this meeting. 

Nanami was just about to protest when you began grinding on him, which effectively caught him off guard. “W-what’re you doing?” He practically rasped out, jaw clenching as he tried to resist the effect that your ministrations had on him–but he failed. Horribly so.

You whimpered at the friction rubbing against him provided, and took in a breath. “I-If you don’t wanna stay, i’ll make you.” 

Looking back at that now, you should’ve known better–known your place. 

Because, with the way Nanami’s pounding ruthlessly into your pussy, you're positive you’ll be sore days after. 

“K-ken,” you moan, almost too loud for comfort. ��‘M sorry–please–” 

A particularly sharp thrust cuts off your choked-up sentence.

“Sorry?” Nanami practically laughs at the sorry excuse of an apology. How could he possibly  forgive you after you pulled off something like that? Now, he was sure to get a mouthful from his colleagues about ditching the meeting tomorrow. That thought alone makes his grip on your hips tighten.

“This little stunt you pulled won’t go unpunished, I'll have you know that.” He grunts, a hand slivering up your back to tug harshly at your hair, and even when he’s mean he’s still somehow soft, his lips planting a kiss to your temple. But, a little too late into it, you realize that that act of passion wasn't out of passion alone, it was some sort of warning, something to notify you of his upcoming actions. As if he was telling you he would no longer be soft and slow, but a contrast of rough and mean. 

“Greedy little thing,” he huffs out. “Can’t even–” Nanami cuts off his own sentence with a groan, eyes shut and head thrown back when you tighten around him. 

You know your husband, and can verify that he’s not usually vocal during intimacy. But something about today was different–as if everything wasn’t. This change of course had something to do with the simple fact that you showed him–told him yourself that you wanted him to stay with you.

Seeing you so desperate for his presence brought out a side he never knew existed within him, and paired with the half-hearted annoyance he felt after your little show, Nanami can’t help but let himself go. 

“I-I am,” you mewl, limp and you would have fallen face first if it weren’t for the vice-lip grip holding you up. “Please, I can't take it.” 

“Oh, but you can.” He hums, almost monotonically. “I’m not pulling out until you’ve had your fair share of orgasms, seeing that’s what you wanted, no?” He can’t help but smile at the little whimper that leaves your lips following the end of his sentence, but he knows; as much as you whine and beg for a break, this is what you truly want. 

And Nanami can’t deny how that makes him feel. 

Hungry, depraved, wild. 

A guttural groan fills the space as loads upon loads of his seed pill into you. He cums still thrusting into your sensitive cunt without any restraint. 

After the countless orgasms he’s given you, and the countless to come, you can tell that this one’s the most intense. 

Your body shakes as you convulse around Nanami’s thick shaft, waves of ecstasy thrumming through you, translucent cum seeping out of your battered sex onto your thighs. Breath shallow and shaky, you reach your weak arms back to try and push him away. 

You practically sob as you beg for a break, a second even, where you can catch your breath and the overwhelming fullness coursing through you can cease, but those pleas fall to deaf ears as he begins to move again. 

Four orgasms in and fucked-out of your mind, you can barely speak. 

Five and you’re on the brink of passing out. 

Nanami’s not having it though. His stamina’s unwavering and his thrusts are relentless–that is, until he’s finally satisfied on your sixth 

Any more friction feels like torture at this point, and tears almost escape your eyes once you feel Nanami pull out. You barely even have the energy to open your eyes, let alone move any part of your body, so you’re left laying on your stomach, ass up and pussy seeping with fluids. 

With an exhale, he plants a kiss to your shoulder blade, big hand smoothing over your supple skin adoringly.

 He was back to normal. 

[novulen]

you roll out of bed, half-asleep, with a soft yawn and an exaggerated stretch.

your awakening is unexpected, given that you're not much of an early bird and it's just 6 a.m., but with one glimpse at the vacant space besides you, you're quick on your feet and begin to journey downstairs.

the cool morning air bites your exposed skin, the skimpy set of sleepwear suited to you not doing much to alleviate the cold, although with one whiff of the exquisite aroma that surrounds the living room, all that is forgotten.

“kento?” you call out, sleep still evident in your tone as you tread slowly into the kitchen. nanami hums in reply, sculpted and bare back to you, muscles tensing and pulling as he moves his arms to flip something in his pan.

raw light hits his skin and graces it that warm glow you’ve come to love over the years, your shadow overlapping said light as you wrap your arms around his waist, feeling the low rumble of his chuckle resonating through you.

“couldn’t sleep?” he teasingly questions, practically melting as you place a kiss to his shoulder blade. a smile tugs at your lips and you nod, taking note of the faint scent of his cologne.

“i wasn’t even gone for 20 minutes, sweetheart,” nanami muses, turning down the heat so he can finally come face to face with your enrapturing morning beauty. “and you’re up already.”

“so?” you roll your eyes playfully, pulling him down by his neck to plant a prolonged kiss to his awaiting lips. “you know i can’t sleep without you beside me.”

as rare as the sight is, nanami flashes you a smile. his lips trail up to peck your temple before he pulls away, slipping his arm around your waist and caressing the exposed, soft skin there. “and you can’t even blame me when you’re making stuff that smells this delicious first thing in the morning.”

a rich, deep chuckle escapes nanami, and he inwardly thanks the sunshine for how it enhances the distinguishable look of love in your eyes, leaning in and before he knows it, he’s kissing you again.

this time, the kiss feels more rushed, more messy and undeniably more heated. your arms instinctively hug around his neck, fingernails raking through the prickly hair of his undercut, moaning into his mouth.

the bitter taste of black coffee overtakes your tastebuds, tasting stronger as nanami twirls his tongue around yours—a notion you’re all too familiar with.

“kento,” you breathe out, pulling your lips from his and watching him chase the softness of yours on his. “turn off the oven.”

not me leaving this on a cliffhanger lmao🌚

divider by @/cafekitsune

[novulen]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･— thinking abt jealousbf!gojo

“f-fuck, jus’ keep your legs open, damn,” satoru murmurs, strong hands planted firmly to your hips as he drives in thrust after thrust into your aching pussy, slapping your hand away each time you attempt to grip his wrists pleadingly.

“too sensitive, i can’t anymore, s—“ you sob, fat tears streaming down your cheeks, however, satoru only sucks his teeth, annoyed, and pays your cries no mind.

“nah, keep up that same attitude from before,” he taunts, slapping the side of your ass only to smooth his big hand over the reddening skin. “i thought you were all big and mighty, hm? were’d my girl go?”

“‘m sorry,” you’re quick to reply, gazing up at him with your infamous alluring gaze that would’ve otherwise worked if it weren’t for the fact that satoru was so pissed with you.

just a short while ago, you had gone above and beyond to make him jealous, holding onto an unknowing suguru's arm while the three of you rummaged through the mall, searching for items you were positive you wouldn't need. but it wasn't just that—what really won him over was the way you cradled his arm between your breasts and grinned broadly at suguru whenever you spotted something cute, all the while your boyfriend trailed along like a third wheel.

“i—shit—‘m not gonna forgive you that fast, baby,” he breathes, exhales shaky as he feels you clench down onto him, cunt reeling him as if he wasn’t deep enough. “we’ll be here all night, until you learn your fucking lesson.”

[novulen]

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ/ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : fluff, a bit suggestive (not proofread)

ᴡᴄ: ~500 (drabble)

The incessant click of keys fills the space of Nanami’s home office. Normally, he wouldn’t be there at this almost obscene hour; rather, he’d be in bed, with his beloved, either resting peacefully in your heartfelt embrace, head snug between your pillowy breasts,  or showering your face with well-deserved kisses. 

Although tonight, unfortunately, isn’t one of those nights where he can bombard you with love and honey-sweet affection–much rather, he’s working overtime. 

It feels somewhat worse to still be working even at home, and more so when you’re in the picture–a distraction he cannot free his mind from–not when you’re just two rooms over. Nanami just about has to restrain himself in his chair to stop himself from simply abandoning his work altogether. 

But he bears through it. 

Coincidentally enough, distracted thinking about you, he doesn’t notice the slow turn of the door knob, nor do his ears pick up on your soft footfalls. It’s only when you place a loving hand to his shoulder does he finally notice and look up at you. 

Tender, brown eyes land on you, admiring your form in all its nightgowned-glory. 

“Kento, come to bed.” you mumble, half-asleep, and Nanami can tell that you’ve just woken up. The warm sound of your voice aids his tiredness, and he manages a small, genuine smile. 

“It’s fine, love. Go rest.” 

But a disappointed frown instantly tugs your lips down. 

You instead inch closer to his chair, ever persistent, and place yourself on his lap.

“You’re tired.” A kiss to the left corner of his lips. “So, come to bed.” Another to his right, then a chaste peck to his kissable lips. 

“It’s not up for debate, Ken.” You gaze at him, serious and unwavering from your quest to get him out of his office. Nanami’s strong arm comes to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him though he doesn’t give his answer just yet. 

Unbeknownst to you, his mind is lost to an abyss as his rough hands make contact with the silk material of your gown–his favorite one, and he knows you wore it simply to tease him. 

You wonder why his grip tightens as you shift in his lap. 

“Sweetheart.” he starts, bringing his other hand to your cheek, his thumb swiping at the supple skin there. The touch alone is electrifying enough to send a jolt through your body. “You need this sleep more than I do. Please, go rest.” 

“Don’t say things like that.” You mumble. 

You really don’t deserve him. 

If anyone, Nanami deserves this sleep more than anything. 

Yet, he’s still trying to look out for you in any way that he can–and it’s at this moment you know you’ve married the right man. 

Before you know it, your lips crash onto his in a fierce, passion-filled kiss. It’s still somehow soft and intimate, even as you shove your tongue into his mouth and tightly grab onto his shoulders for support. 

You pull away, breathless and panting for breath, peering up at an equally frenzied Nanami. 

“Take us to bed, Kento.”

[novulen]

𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ⎯୧ T. Fushiguro

The first time that you verbally confess to Toji that you love him, turmoil ensues.

Truth be told, it wasn’t much of an ideal moment to tell him such intimate things, given that you knew the man’s unfortunate past and considering the fact that he was shamelessly driving his cock wildly into you, although, you’d still never expected such a reaction from your lover.

You could feel the shift in the atmosphere as his groans died down, his thrusts stilled, and his eyes opened tentatively.

“What’d you say, sweetheart?” he mumbled under his breath, which felt strange knowing how he loved to heighten the tone of his voice, to amplify his presence.

Your heart strings tugged as you sighed, and it dawned on you—the realization that he’d never heard those words sincerely from someone before drew a shaky breath from you.

“I said I love you, Toji.” you smiled sweetly, and brought a hand lovingly to his cheek, pecking him on his lips. The kiss was soft, hungry, yet chaste, a stark contrast to the usually hurried and often fervid kisses he’d plant to your lips in moments like this.

“I mean it.” you assured, pressing your forehead to his, seeing the dark-haired man fail to stifle a smile under you. “I love you.”

And you gave him the most innocent expression you could muster, eyes glazed over and softened, awaiting his repetition of your words. However, as soon as he opens his mouth, you lift your hips and sit back down to his pelvis with a slap, pussy engulfing him whole.

“But, I also love teasing you.”

With a guttural groan and a hiss, Toji chuckled, large hands grasping at the meat of your hips, and readied himself to thrust into you once more.

“Two can play that game, princess.” he grins, a maliciously sharp hint in his eyes.

And when you’re both finished, breathless and spent, it had already neared midnight. Cleaning you up and scooping you in his arms, Toji lay there in silence, taking in the beauty of your sleeping form.

“Loving a fool like me, y’gotta be out of your mind.” he chuckled to himself, gaze easing on you. He smiled. “Love you too.”

uhhh loved this idea but i think i could’ve executed it better😵‍💫