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nanamis-bigtie · 5 months ago

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how the notification found me

lale this is absolutely WONDERFUL, a master-crafted assassination by smut and tenderness that left me breathless, giddy, ugly crying, melted, and literally everything but what i should be doing at 5am when i first got to this shame on my i know but i just COULDN'T sleep when i knew what was waiting for me

i thought a few days later, with a second, more sane read, i will somehow take it easier but i am yet again sitting here shaking and soaking in the filth in the most sacrum meaning of it. masterpiece. just masterpiece. wow.

anyway, to sentence-by-sentence appreciation because this text simply deserves it.

cw: keysmashing, screaming, selfship agenda, and rabid reaction memes

“It’s not Kuantan.” “It’s with you.”

there we go, first two lines, and i'm already biting, no, gnawing on my fist. we do not talk about kuantan here, we do not talk about kuantan here, we do not-- oh goddamn, i'm crying again

“I need to get my ass ate from behind in a room with air conditioning on full blast,” you huffed before your head dropped down against the tabletop with a small groan.

do you know that moment when y/n fic fits so well into your sense of self that you need to pinch yourself, reminding yourself you're not, somehow, swallowed into the fic? that's the moment right here. and the fact i read it for the first time during a sauna-like night only added to the feeling

Strangely enough, as he was swiping, Nanami could picture the two of you together in every photo. You’ve talked about it before, the whole ordeal of moving in together, but life as a sorcerer was busy and unsteady and so the thought had always been pushed to somewhen in the future, whenever that might have been. Now, apparently.

oh lale you can't just like this--

Life was good. It’s like you reminded him of that, putting back the colors into it again–maybe more than that, allowed him to dream again.

of course you did it again *SCREAMS*

No, he wanted to feel all your holes clench around him tonight, filling you up to the brim and hearing you beg for it. He wanted to bury his cock so deep inside of you till your body remembers the shape of him. Wanted to hear you pant and moan underneath him, his hands digging into your supple flesh till he leaves a mark.

It’s like he’s drawn to you, unable to stay away, like the moon to the tide. When his arms wrap around your waist, he feels as if he’s holding his whole world in it. You, who tore all of his walls down with such ease, with your hands wrapped around his poor, pleading heart.

just...how. how are you able to pull something so poetic with such ease???

Good, he thinks. You of all people deserve to rest. You’ve done enough.

this is a personal attack. unforgivable. you can't expose me like this. i'm sending assassins on you.

“Hi, bird,” he murmurs.

YOU CAN'T EXPOSE ME LIKE THIS------

Nanami could never get enough of this moment, your softness in all its glory, every curve of your body, how it folded and melted underneath his big hands; at times he’d think you're a piece of art that only he had the honor to lay his eyes on.

One thumb collects your juices and comes up to play with your puckered hole, circling around it, the first digit resting against it without pushing it in yet. It makes you whine.

whoa whoa WHOA we are getting for a TREAT here

lips brushing over his five-o’clock shadow

bas.exe stopped working and threw itself out of the window

How many hours has he spent with his head against the softness of your tum, with your hands running through his hair, releasing every ounce of stress from his body? It’s like you were made for him.

DLKDKDFHBDFFKFLSDJSEXCUSEME???? 🥵

Poor thing, just one hole stuffed not enough for you.

Nanami brings a thumb back up to your puckered hole, spitting on it just for the sake of it, then letting his thumb rest there until you’re practically pushing yourself onto his digit.

and what if i what i said this is the hottest thing a partner can do and what if i said it's criminally underrated and what if i [redacted]

His hand on your neck doesn’t move. “Hold still and be good for me. I’ll cum in your ass, too,” he growls and slides his thumb out, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness.

and i froze--- 🥵🥵

Is he looking forward to leaving this bed and putting on clothes again? Absolutely not. Will he do it for you, anyway? Yes, always. When it’s you, anything, anytime.

❦ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇

where it's just Nanami, you & a heat wave

a/n: my gift exchange fic for @bas-writes ♡ thank you for all the fun prompts, it was SO hard to pick and in the end i mashed a few together. also, as promised, absolutely no angst in this one (added more horny every time i felt the urge which explains the lenght of this...). anyway, i hope this fic will bring you joy, i had a lot of fun writing this!

contains: afab!reader (no pronouns used, ‘cunt’ and ‘pussy’ used to describe genitalia), reader is described as chubby but otherwise with no further details about their appearance, alcohol mention, food mention (not as in food play, just mention of food in general), established relationship, dirty talk, masturbation, oral (reader giving & receiving), fingering (reader receiving), light spanking, choking, praise kink, anal play, breeding kink (no mention of pregnancy or babies), rough but loving penetrative sex, cum play, spit kink if you squint

word count: 7.1k

“It’s not Kuantan.” “It’s with you.”

Nanami closes his eyes, allowing himself to doze off to the steady rattling of the train and the sound of the air conditioning, both harmonizing into a sound he’s looking forward to at the end of every work day: The noises of the city slowly drowning out with each passing station, less and less people on the cart, till it’s only him getting off at the final stop.

It had been your idea–escaping Tokyo, buying the house in the village that is nestled between the shore and the mountains.

It’s like I can’t breathe.

Nanami still remembers your words from that one early summer night, the heat and concrete of the city forming an unforgiving alliance. You were slumped next to him in the izakaya, your weary head resting against his shoulders, maybe one drink too many. He had brushed a strand of hair out of your face that had been sticking to your sweaty temples, allowing himself to cup your face afterwards and drinking you in with his eyes, a thumb brushing over the corner of your mouth.

“We need to get out of here,” he mumbled, almost apologetically, not talking about the izakaya. “I need to get my ass ate from behind in a room with air conditioning on full blast,” you huffed before your head dropped down against the tabletop with a small groan. Nanami laughed quietly, one hand coming to rest in the back of your neck, rubbing it soothingly. Both of you had a point, but only one of you would probably remember this conversation tomorrow.

You had sent him a link the same night, after he had walked you back home to your apartment and made sure you had everything you’d need in the morning on your bedside table–water, ibuprofen, some fruit and a fully charged toy, knowing you well enough by now. His phone went off while he was sitting in the back of a cab, silently cursing out the mission he had to leave for early in the morning, when all he wanted was to feel your body pressed against him in his sleep.

Nanami couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head again when he saw your name in the notification. Of course you wouldn’t just go and sleep like you promised him with slurred words when he kissed you goodnight. He tapped it, expecting another cat video that reminded you of him, or some newly opened café you wanted to try out together.

To his surprise it had been a link to a realtor website.

He swiped through the photos, showing an older but freshly renovated house, secluded a little up the shore. A traditional Japanese house, one of those you get when you seriously start thinking about settling down. It came with a garden from where stairs lead down to the beach; the yard clearly had been neglected for many years but still looked beautiful in its own overgrown way.

Now, apparently.

Nanami called you the moment he was out of the cab, walking up the stairs to his apartment. You picked up immediately and for a few seconds neither of you said a word.

“You don’t think it’s crazy?” “No, I don’t.” “You know it’s not just a drunk idea, alright? I’m serious, really, I mean… yes, I am drunk, but–fuck– I’m actually serious. You gotta believe me. Nanami Kento. You know that, right?”

Nanami couldn’t help but laugh at your drunken antics, the bite in your voice and yet how softly his full name rolled off your tongue, as if it was the sweetest treat you’ve ever tasted. God, he was so utterly, devastatingly in love with you.

“I know, darling. I know.” “It’s not Kuantan.” “It’s with you.”

One month later, in the midst of summer, you moved in together.

Between long appointments at the bank, scrubbing dust off every corner of the old house and stacked-up moving boxes, the love between you bloomed into full blossom. Just being able to wake up next to you was enough for Nanami to get up at the crack of dawn, facing an endlessly long commute into the city when work called for it (though they assigned him missions in the outskirts of it more frequently now, which didn’t change the fact that work was still shit).

Actually, he didn’t mind the commute. He finally had some time to read all the unread books he had collected over the years, some of which you had recommended to him when you weren’t even dating yet. On evenings when he managed to leave work on time, he would also stop by at a bakery and snatch a big bag of goods for half the price, which he’d bring home like a trophy, making your eyes light up like magic.

Life was good. It’s like you reminded him of that, putting back the colors into it again–maybe more than that, allowed him to dream again.

Nanami opens his eyes again when the voice over the speaker announces the last stop. It was still so bright outside, the longest days of the year just around the corner. The air was humid and heavy, but felt more bearable by the seaside than in the concrete city. He slips off his jacket and rolls up his sleeves as he walks up the hill back home, already yearning for you. He thinks about making a quick detour to the corner shop to pick up a watermelon on his way, but decides against it.

He really, really wants to see you.

You had been on his mind all day, even more than usual, and the summer heat clearly had gotten into his head and into his crotch, thinking about the way you looked like in the sheets when he left this morning. The covers pushed off you because it was too hot, too sticky, revealing every curve of your soft body. Nanami had to bite back a groan. You looked like a deity, with your legs spread, revealing the bite mark on the inside of your thigh that he left the night prior, still dripping–god, how were you still dripping, that’s so unfair–and blinking at him slowly when he leaned down to kiss your forehead goodbye. You fell asleep again a few heartbeats after that, oblivious to how his cock stiffened in his pants from the sight of you.

He was tempted to quickly rub one out before he left for work, but he decided against it.

Nanami had never considered himself touch-starved. Of course he had known the pleasures of a warm body next to him in bed, but he never allowed himself to get too close. As if he could burn more than just his fingers if he got too greedy. It had always been easier to keep a distance, to suffocate every burgeoning feeling like a flame. That is, until you waltzed into his life.

Now he finds himself longing for you even when you’re just in the other room, where he can hear you rummaging around and humming and occasionally calling out for him (most of the time when you found a hidden treasure while unpacking a moving box). It’s like he’s drawn to you, unable to stay away, like the moon to the tide. When his arms wrap around your waist, he feels as if he’s holding his whole world in it. You, who tore all of his walls down with such ease, with your hands wrapped around his poor, pleading heart.

To be devoured by your love had been the greatest pleasure of his life.

The streets are pretty empty except for a few stray cats (Nanami always slipped a handful of treats for them in his pocket before he left the house in the morning) and the occasional chatter the breeze carried from the homes he passes by. It’s one of those unbearably hot summer days where everyone would slowly feel alive again once the searing sun starts to set and the air doesn’t feel as suffocating anymore.

With every step up the hill, Nanami could feel the excitement grow in his core, the distance between your two bodies growing smaller with every heartbeat. He can already picture you in bed, the same way as he had left you in the morning, stretched out like a lazy house cat, probably nose deep in a book, unless you were napping for the third time today with the fan running on full blast.

Good, he thinks. You of all people deserve to rest. You’ve done enough.

When he opens the gate to the garden, a wave of contentment washes over him. Always does ever since you moved here together, as if things have finally fallen into place as they should. Right time, right place, right person. Nanami has never felt so sure about anything before. He walks around the house, noticing how you had opened all the windows to let some air in now that the end of the day brought some relief from the heat.

Nanami doesn’t call out for you when he takes his shoes off by the entrance and folds his jacket neatly over the back of a chair; he already knows where to find you.

It will never not take his breath away, seeing you like this. You look so damn enticing. Lying there on your stomach, spread out in linen sheets and wearing nothing but one of his shirts, unbuttoned, just loosely thrown over your form, revealing more of your curves than hiding them. The fabric barely covers your ass and from the way one of your legs is bent he can catch a glimpse of your cunt as well, looking as plump and tender like it did in the morning. God, the temptation to just dip two fingers into you and make you fall apart before anything… he can feel his cock stir slightly just from thinking about it.

He smiles when you put your book down and glance at him over your shoulder, catching his eyes as they–slowly–peel away from between your thighs.

“Hi, bird,” he murmurs. The mattress dips under his weight when he crawls on top of you, his hands sliding over yours, one knee hooking your angled leg just an inch higher, his half-hard cock nestled between the valley of your cheeks. Nanami kisses the side of your neck, up to your jaw, biting down gently for a moment when you arch your back for him, searching for more of that sweet friction. You never hold back in showing what you wanted from him, how you want him, and who was he to withhold that from you?

Though, of course he wouldn’t give it to you that easily.

One hand cups your chin and tips it up till his lips meet yours, melting into a delicate kiss; definitely not chaste but not devouring either, not yet. He is sure he could get drunk just from your kisses; they have a way of stirring up a hunger within him that only you could sate.

“No overtime today?”, you ask once he releases your chin from his grip again and your cheek sinks down on the pillow. He kisses the back of your neck, tasting salt and you, something so sweet and alluring it makes him want to sink his teeth in your flesh on some days. A low rumble escapes his throat, both from arousal and annoyance, the latter because he does not want to think about work right now.

Not when you’re pinned underneath him like this, just as he had imagined it all day.

“No,” he replies and licks a stripe up your neck, ending with a kiss behind the shell of your ear. “Saved that all for you tonight, love.”

Nanami can feel your juices leaking into the fabric of his trousers from where his crotch is pressed against you, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. Something primal in him just wants to take you, to sink his cock into you till you feel him deep inside your stomach, to hear you whimper while he stays nestled inside of you for hours. To watch his cum drip out of your cunt, only to shove it back inside again. It would be so easy to give in to that, but if there’s one thing Nanami has plenty of, then it’s self-restraint. Lucky or unlucky, that was for you to decide.

“You have no idea how divine you looked this morning,” he mutters against your skin, trailing kisses from the back of your neck down your spine, his shirt that you’re wearing slowly slipping further down your shoulders. “With your pussy still dripping for me from the night before…”

He rolls his hips in the tiniest motion, only enough to let you feel how hard he was for you already. The small whine that escaped your throat tugged on the corners of his mouth.

Trying to keep your composure. How sweet. It wouldn’t last long.

“I missed you,” you utter quietly, when he slowly peels the shirt away from you, exposing your bare form to him. Nanami could never get enough of this moment, your softness in all its glory, every curve of your body, how it folded and melted underneath his big hands; at times he’d think you're a piece of art that only he had the honor to lay his eyes on.

There was also something about you being naked underneath him while he was still fully dressed, and you making a mess out of him despite barely being touched. Nanami growls a little as he sits up slowly, his lower half still pressed against you, but his hands now sliding from your arms between your shoulder blades, till they settle on your hips, pulling you flush against him. He bends over and trails more kisses down your spine. He could kiss every inch of your body and it still wouldn’t be enough to satiate him. Never completely full, always yearning for you. He doesn’t mind. Not when it’s you.

“Missed you too, my darling,” he whispers, feeling you twitch from the sound of his voice. “Couldn’t get you out of my mind all day. Not that I wanted to. Just so damn hard to focus when all I could think about is how pretty you looked with my hand in your hair and your lips around my cock last night. Took me so damn well down your throat.”

He reaches for a big pillow and gently taps your hips for you to raise them. Fuck, the way your back arches. Nanami can’t help but run a knuckle over your slit, having it on display for him like that. You are so wet already. He slides the pillow underneath your stomach and takes a moment to drink you in with his eyes. You’re so stunning, it makes him feel as if the air was punched out of his lungs.

All for him. All his.

Nanami’s hands wander to the back of your thighs, just barely below your ass cheeks, spreading you open like a book. His cock aches painfully in his pants from the sight of your exposed cunt, glistening and dripping. He allows himself a few heartbeats of admiration, knowing how it must feel like hours for you, on full display like this; he can tell from the way you squirm underneath him, eager for his touch. There’s no doubt you’ve been craving him all day just as much as he did.

Did you touch yourself while he was gone, trying to get the leftover bits of hunger from last night out of your system? Humped your poor pillow, imagining it was him? Did it leave you unsatisfied, the absence of his fingers, his cock, his mouth all over you?

All of it doesn’t matter now that he is here.

Nanami leans down till his breath is fanning over your cunt before he pulls you an inch closer onto his face, licking a painfully slow and long stripe from your clit up to your hole. He moans when he tastes you, a guttural sound, all desires pooling below his navel. He’d have you in this position for days if he could and it still wouldn’t be enough.

He repeats what he was doing a few more times, till your moans grow more needy and he lets out an airy laugh against your wet folds. You earn yourself a sharp slap on one ass cheek, then on the other; not hard enough to bruise but enough to make heat coil where his hands landed. Nanami presses a few kisses on each, thick fingers kneading the pain away till it melts into pleasure.

“So good for me,” he rasps before turning his attention back to your cunt, his hands still spreading you open. His tongue circles your clit before sucking it gently, loving the way it makes you mewl underneath him. “Can’t wait to fill up this needy cunt. Fuck my cum in you till you’re full.”

One thumb collects your juices and comes up to play with your puckered hole, circling around it, the first digit resting against it without pushing it in yet. It makes you whine.

“In here, too.”

It doesn’t take long for you to fall apart under his tongue, your hands clawing into the linen sheets as you moan his name. Nanami loves the sound of it, loves how you ride out your high with his face between your thighs, loves how the insides of your thick thighs are dripping by now from his spit and your arousal. He’ll have you sit on his face later tonight, Nanami thinks, desperate to feel those thighs shaking around him as you cum once more.

Sitting back on the edge of the bed he allows you a second to breathe, admiring the sight before him while gently stroking the area around your ankle. Nanami has this habit of always needing to touch you when you are within reach. Any body part would do as long as he can have some skin contact. He just likes to feel you close, to be constantly reminded that you’re here with him. Does that make him touch-starved? He guesses so. But it’s alright, because it’s you.

You slowly push yourself up before you turn towards him with the smug smile of someone who just traveled to the stars and back. Nanami pulls you towards him with a quiet laugh, one hand in the back of your neck when he kisses you again, letting you taste yourself on his lips and his tongue.

“Eager, aren’t we?”, he murmurs when your fingers loosen his tie and work down the button row of his shirt, but he doesn’t hold you back; of course not. He closes his eyes and leans his head back when you kiss down his jaw, lips brushing over his five-o’clock shadow before they find his throat, sucking a mark on the side of it–close enough to his collarbone, where it can be easily hidden from a certain co-worker who would otherwise not let go about it. His shirt and his tie land on the floor with a soft thud.

Nanami groans quietly when your hand cups the prominent bulge in his pants, stained with your slick and drips of precum. The sound of his belt being unbuckled draws his eyes back open again, meeting yours. He can see the silent pleading behind them, how you yearn to have any of your holes finally filled. Greedy. Nanami licks his lips when you unzip his pants, fingers kneading his stiff cock with longing.

“Want me to return the favor?”, you ask in a low voice, lips on his neck again, close to his ear. Nanami sucks in a breath. You don’t have to ask twice.

“Lay down on your back. Head over the edge,” he instructs and watches you do as he said. His eyes rake over your form again. How did you get so perfect? If he could, he’d carve every curve of you into marble just to live in this moment forever. How many hours has he spent with his head against the softness of your tum, with your hands running through his hair, releasing every ounce of stress from his body? It’s like you were made for him.

Made for each other.

“You’re beautiful,” Nanami murmurs with a gaze so warm it could melt glaciers. One of his hands strokes your cheek while the other reaches for his throbbing cock, not bothering to take off his pants completely, just enough for it to bounce free. From your upside down view it looks even more massive. Nanami can feel your hungry gaze on him when he pumps himself lazily above you. His fingers trace from your cheek down to your throat, as if to measure how deep you’re gonna swallow him soon enough.

He lowers himself so he can be on a closer eye-level with you, bending over you to kiss you on the open mouth. So pretty. So obedient.

“You’ll let me ruin you a little, love, won’t you?”, he whispers, pushing his thumb into your mouth to open it up wider. The way you whimper softly in response, sticking out your tongue, has him even harder. Fuck, he feels as if he’s gonna burst any second if he doesn’t feel one of your holes twitch around him soon.

Nanami leans down once more, cups your chin and lets a thick bead of spit fall onto your tongue. With a small tap against your cheek he tells you to swallow it, a satisfied smile playing on his lips when you do so, immediately sticking your tongue out again. Ravening.

He pumps himself again, tempted to just give in to the seething heat in his stomach and spill himself all over your pretty face, but it would not be worthy of the sight in front of him. You need to be properly worshiped for hours. Again with the self-restraint. Instead he grabs a handful of your breasts, kneading the supple flesh of them, while slowly guiding the tip of his cock against your lips. He lets out a low growl the second your tongue swirls around him, licking up the precum leaking from it.

It would be so easy, to just push himself inside, to make you choke and gag around his length; but Nanami takes his sweet time. When you eat, you savor every bite. And so he inches himself inside your hot mouth slowly, rolling his hips ever so slightly as your lips stretch around his cock.

“Taking me so well,” he huffs, pulling his cock out and giving it a few strokes to cover it fully in your saliva. You whine in protest when he leaves you empty like this and Nanami clicks his tongue, followed by a quiet laugh. Your plush thighs rub together to chase the throbbing in your cunt, one hand of yours rubbing small circles against your clit.

“So fucking needy.”

He gives you less time to adjust when he pushes in again but he knows you can take it. Everything he gives you, you accept so willingly; especially when it was his cock shoved down your throat. You gag around him when he bottoms out, holding still for a moment before he pulls himself out again, a thin thread of salvia connecting your lips and his leaking tip. Fuck. He was so pent up and so close already.

Nanami lets go of your tits and slides his hand up to your throat instead, wrapping around it. He doesn’t tighten his fingers around it, just lets them linger there, caressing your soft skin gently. Underneath his grip he can feel his cock plunging in and out and the tiny vibrations caused by your moans. He always loves fucking your mouth, especially in this position; being able to watch the canvas of yours, how you play with yourself, your cunt probably dripping and aching to be filled like this, too. Poor thing, just one hole stuffed not enough for you. The thought makes his cock twitch, barely holding back anymore.

He hasn’t even cum once, but is already thinking about what positions he’ll have you in later tonight. On your knees, your hands restrained behind your back with his tie maybe. One hand tangled in your hair while you blow him, glassy eyes looking up at him when you take his cock down your throat again. He could have you ride a toy while doing so, just for the pleasure of watching you fall apart upon it, whining that it wasn’t enough, that you needed him. God. One day, you’ll be the death of him.

“Stick your tongue out for me, darling,” he murmurs, voice gentle yet commanding. You cough for air a little when he pulls his cock out, only to suck his balls into your mouth a moment later while he fists himself above your face. The grip on his cock is so tight that the veins on the back of his hands and his forearm are showing. Eventually he comes with an unrestrained groan, spilling himself all over your face and your chest, panting heavily.

“That’s it, love, take it… so good for me…”

His cock is still twitching when you start lapping up his cum, eager to not let a single drop go to waste. He uses the moment to kick off his pants and briefs that were dangling loosely below his hips by now. It was too hot in this room anyway and what you two were doing wasn’t exactly helping with cooling down. Maybe one day you will have your wish fulfilled of getting your ass eaten from behind with the air conditioning on full blast, but today is not the day.

Nanami helps you sit up on the mattress again before he joins you there, kneeling between your spread thighs. You left a big stain from where you were fingerfucking yourself while he was buried in your throat. Big hands come to your waist and dig into your soft flesh, pulling you closer till you’re almost straddling his lap. You look so alluring, with his cum still warm and running down the valley between your chest, your eyes half-lidded and your lips slightly swollen from being wrapped around his cock. He grabs your chin and tilts your head to kiss you again, tasting himself on your tongue.

“Should I grab you some ice cream from the freezer to suck on while I fuck this needy cunt?”, he asks, sliding one hand from your waist between your thighs, running two fingers between your folds. You’re so wet for him.

“Your fingers will do,” you quip back, biting his bottom lip slightly as you put your hand above his, guiding him where you wanted to feel him. Two of his fingers slip inside you without any protest, he doesn’t have it in him to starve you of them any longer. Your head tips back into your neck in bliss, eyes closed as his digits curl up against your walls, rubbing that spot that makes your head spin. As you get closer to your edge again, your fingers curl around his wrist as if to stop him from removing his fingers too fast, too soon.

“Close,” you murmur and sigh sweetly when Nanami leans closer to kiss the side of your neck. He mutters praise against your sweaty skin while you rock back and forth on his fingers, a third added for extra pleasure. His thumb draws lazy circles around your clit, knowing you’re still sensitive from your orgasm prior. He loves watching you come undone from the lightest touch.

Your slick is running down his wrist by the time you clench around his fingers in waves, your own fingers now tangled in his hair as you ride out your high. Nanami keeps his eyes open, not wanting to miss a single second of the sight unraveling before him. You look so stunning with your brows knit together, your mouth hanging a little loose, panting and moaning without any restraint. His cock rests hard and heavy against your soft stomach as he slowly draws his hand back, accompanied by a quiet whine of yours.

“So damn beautiful,” he whispers once again when he pushes you down gently onto the bed. Everything Nanami does, he does with utter care and this applies to you, too: Brushing a few loose strands of hair out of your face that were sticking to your temples, a pillow slid behind your head (with the cool side up), eyes scanning over you for any sight of discomfort. Your legs fall apart so easily for him, inviting him in. It’s quiet in the room, except for the sound of your heavy breathing and the ocean shore in the distance.

“Fuck me,” you beg quietly, your eyes not leaving his gaze either. Sometimes Nanami can’t help but wonder what you see when you look at him. If you get the same wondrous feeling in your chest that’s impossible to grasp with words. Something beyond life, beyond love. A whole universe coming apart at its seams just so the two of you could meet in this lifetime.

With one hand planted next to your head, the other around his cock, he guides himself between your spread thighs, the tip nudging your wet folds apart; so warm, welcoming. Made for him. His jaw clenches when you pull your heels towards your ass so you can lift your hips better, leaving him no other choice than to sink into your heat. It’s not like he could have waited any longer anyway. He’ll never get used to how tight you are, he thinks when you clench around him, so needy and sensitive.

His free hand comes to the other side of your head onto the mattress and he gives you a sharp thrust, making you mewl. He stills inside of you, then slides his cock out almost completely and painfully slowly, till it’s barely just the tip, and then slams into you again. The way your soft body bounces underneath him with each thrust has him breathless.

“So fucking tight. So perfect for me, darling,” he mutters as one of your hands spread your folds further apart, eyes trained on where you two are connected. The other rests on your soft tum, pressing down below your navel where you can feel him every time he bottoms out inside of you. Nanami’s lips find yours again, a small smile on them when yours part for him, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The kiss is hot and messy, all of your moans swallowed greedily by him, one of his hands coming around your throat again.

“Harder,” you murmur, your legs now wrapping around his hips to pull him closer. From this position you’re now almost folded in half underneath him. His fingers around your neck twist a tiny bit tighter, which makes your cunt throb. Nanami sucks in a sharp breath. He is already getting closer to his edge again, the heat of your cunt filling him up and making him feel lightheaded with each thrust.

And your whimpers and moans–shit, Nanami could cum from the sound of them alone.

“So good for me… letting me stuff this pretty little cunt… gods, you’re so fucking wet for me, baby,” he growls, almost like a chant to draw out the edge he was balancing on. You look so perfect underneath him, twitching around him, your eyes rolled back, toes curling, taking everything he’s giving you. Nanami hears his own blood rushing down from his head into his core, an almost primal sound leaving his throat when you cum underneath him for a third time, milking him dry. He allows himself to let go of all self-restraint and follows a few heartbeats after into the aftershock of your orgasm.

His feral side stirs to life again, licking up on him like flames when he spills himself inside of your cunt. How badly he needs to breed you, stuff you so full of him till you’re dripping, fuck you again and again till your body remembers the shape of him forever.

Nanami’s jaw clenches, breathing heavily. His cock doesn’t soften inside of you, just keeps on throbbing with an insatiable hunger.

“Fuck, darling,” he groans, leaning down to find your mouth again. His forehead rests against yours, your breaths mingling. You find yourself drowning in the darkness of his eyes, pupils blown wide, drunk on you. “Can we…?”

You kiss him back and nod slowly, hazily almost. Blissfully fucked out, full and warm of his seed and his love.

Nanami pulls slowly out of you, watching how your hole pulses from the absence of his cock, your juices and his cum leaking out of you. He cups your cunt and smears your release all over the insides your thighs and your soft stomach, watching you squirm, before he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. Your chest is still heaving as you try to catch your breath.

By now the sun was slowly setting, dipping the room into warm shades of red, orange and gold, making you look even more divine when you roll over and get on all fours, back arched for him. You look like the most beautiful mess he has ever seen. For a moment he just lets his eyes linger on you, taking in how you dip your fingers inside of you like honey, spreading your cheeks to lure him into taking you mercilessly. A deep, growling sound rumbles in Nanami’s chest when he lines himself up against you from behind once more.

His hands are cupping each of your ass cheeks, pulling them apart to have a perfect view of how he sinks into you again. He sets a harsh pace from the start this time, the slaps of his skin against yours echoing from every wall. You’re so wet, almost gushing with every thrust.

Nanami brings a thumb back up to your puckered hole, spitting on it just for the sake of it, then letting his thumb rest there until you’re practically pushing yourself onto his digit. His free hand kneads the tender flesh of your ass while he stills for a few breaths to give you time to adjust to the new sensation. The sight of you below him takes his breath away once again; your bodies connected, pulsing around each other in the same rhythm.

“That’s it, love… fuck, you’re so perfect…”, Nanami huffs when he slowly picks up his thrusts again, keeping his thumb hooked in your other hole, you moaning underneath him. “Made for taking all of me…”

Neither of you would last much longer, too sensitive and overheated by now, but fuck, he would make this one worthwhile. All he needs for tonight is seeing you come undone on his cock one last time.

Stuffed in two holes, a certain kind of feral lust shoots through your body like lighting, making you tremble like a sacrificial lamb on the altar. Paired with the ferocity of his thrusts it’s enough for your arms to give in and make you toggle over, landing face down in a pillow. Nanami’s free hand comes up to the back of your neck, pinning you down there as he keeps fucking into your throbbing cunt. His thick cock splits you open, pounding into you as if this was his sole purpose, your name falling from his lips in a low and husky voice.

“Cum for me, darling, just let go, yeah? Need to feel you milk my cock one last time… you’re so good, so fucking perfect for me…”

It’s all too much; the tight grip on the back of your neck like prey being caught, his cock reaching deep into your stomach with each thrust, his thumb playing with your ass… it makes you whimper and whine, but oh, you take him so well, like you’re made for him. Your eyes roll back and you let out a primal sound between a moan and a sob, then your whole body tenses and finally releases all this built up pleasure like a firework, making your skin prickle and your mind go blank.

Nanami curses under his breath and follows you over the edge shortly after, pressing his whole body weight into you as he buries his cock deep inside your twitching cunt, filling you up with his cum. It’s hot and thick inside of you, gushing out on the sides of your pussy when he ruts against you, fucking it deeper inside.

His hand on your neck doesn’t move.

“Hold still and be good for me. I’ll cum in your ass, too,” he growls and slides his thumb out, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness. When he leaves your cunt clenching around nothing, only your juices and his seed dripping out of it, he immediately lines himself up against your asshole, pushing just the tip into it before his cock can soften. No, he wouldn’t be satisfied until he filled all of your holes tonight.

“Go deeper,” you plead, whimpering in sheer pleasure when he inches himself into your tight ass. “I can take it.”

Nanami knows you can. He has seen you take him up your ass before, and yet it was still a sight that will make him suck his breath in. So fucking tight. He goes slower this time, not wanting you to tear from the sheer size of him and without having you stretched out properly beforehand; but he’s so fucking overstimulated already anyway, just staying buried this deep inside of you and letting you throb around him would be enough squeeze the lift out of him.

He leans down and kisses your spine before he fucks you harder into the mattress with a few more harsh thrusts, then he reaches his point of no return and cums deeps inside of you again. He slumps down on top of you, face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your skin while you hum quietly in a state of pure bliss. You stay like this for a bit, time becoming nothing but a blur.

With the last bits of his strength, Nanami eventually pushes himself up again, pulling his softening cock out and watching his cum trickle out of your hole, down the insides of your thighs into the sheets. Such a big, beautiful mess that you’ve made. He gently kneads the flesh of your ass soothingly before he lays down besides you, holding one arm out for you to crawl in.

Nanami presses a few kisses against your temples and the top of your head when you rest your head on his chest. He’s sure you can feel his heart still pounding, only slowly coming down from his high. His arm wraps around your naked form and pulls you close to him. The sticky heat doesn’t matter at that moment, all he wants is to feel you close. At this moment the whole world is shrinking down to just the two of you, right here, in this golden afterglow.

“I really missed you,” he whispers against your hair, repeating what he had said earlier. He holds you so close, there’s no space for you to wiggle out of his embrace. Not that you wanted to. His fingers brush up and down your spine in the most tender way.

“You’re here now,” you mumble back, your eyes closed as you bask in his affection, only slowly coming back to your senses. You have been sticky and sweaty before, but now you were practically in shambles, your guts rearranged and all three of your holes sore. You let out an airy laugh.

He really devoured you.

You press a few kisses against his chest and his collarbone before propping yourself up on your elbows, facing him. Nanami cups one side of your face, thumb brushing over your cheek. He already knows that look on your face all too well, and he smiles.

“You didn’t happen to buy a watermelon on your way home?”, you ask and tilt your head to the side, one finger drawing lazy circles onto his chest. The cravings on your face were clear as day.

Nanami chuckles and shakes his head. He should have known better and listen to his guts earlier when he walked home and brought that damn watermelon. He wasn’t the only one with hunger in his eyes, one that could never be fully satisfied. Maybe that’s why the two of you fell in love all this time ago. When you can feast off each other, you never run out of anything else either. Not lust, not passion, not love.

“I’ll go and buy you that watermelon in a minute, for being so good to me,” he murmurs with a lazy smile. The expression you’re showing him right now, with your chin resting on his chest was one of triumph and contentment. Both of you know that he’d never deny you any joy of life, and if it came in the form of a round, juicy fruit, then so be it.

Is he looking forward to leaving this bed and putting on clothes again? Absolutely not. Will he do it for you, anyway?

Yes, always.

When it’s you, anything, anytime.

Nanami’s love for you could move mountains, but for now he is glad to just let time stand still with you; here in this place you both call your home.

#barking screaming shaking etc #lale when i will get you--#i need to bring bigger cannons for this war #love you mwah #thank you so much for this!!#for bas with love #bas reads #jjk #nanami kento #sinful #lale txt

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more than friends

↬ megumi x afab!reader | lucid love ↬ lucid love masterlist // jjk masterlist // ao3 version

cw: smut, reader has a vagina (no excessive body descriptions), aged-up character, piv sex, creampie, friends to lovers, there was only one bed, mutual pinning, bottom reader, reader is a sorcerer summary: you've known megumi since you were kids, so the enforced stay in a single room with double futon doesn't seem much of a problem. however the proximity has exposed feelings that have been meticulously hidden for years word count: 2k a/n: higuruma was my favorite of the three options but i've enjoyed writing this so, so much. please forgive me those little painful details ^^" please, look out for next voting soon! we're finally leaving the vanilla sphere! tag list: @thesacredfanfics

Futon in your bedroom is spacious even for a double standard but you still somehow ended up squeezed on one—yours—side. Enveloped by the duvet from the top and him from what seems all sides at once, you arouse in seconds. It's too hot for your comfort but you know better than trying to sneak any part of your body outside; fall in the mountains put you through it already and it was still light when you reached the ryokan, at night it can be only colder and worse than any inconvenience and awkwardness crawling under your skin once you fully realize the situation you've fallen into.

Megumi sneaked himself close, his torso flush to your back, crevices of your bodies filling each other with embarrassing perfection. One arm thrown above your head, the other wrapped around your middle, fingers looking for warmth under the hem of your t-shirt, he's cradling his face into the nape of your neck. You can feel his hot breath under your ear, soft and barely audible but deep, filling his chest to the brim as it bears down on you with each draft.

He's not holding you tight but when, in initial shock, you try to shake him off, he clamps the grip until you stop squirming. You're allowed to breathe free again, but he throws one leg over yours for a good measure. You could turn around, you assume, but you're definitely not going anywhere without waking him up first.

"It's not a big deal," Megumi said himself a few hours earlier when the owner of the ryokan apologized in the politest words for the lack of free single rooms. It wasn't a spacious inn in the first place and now, with the main road destroyed by flash flooding, you weren't the only ones looking for last minute shelter.

You didn't protest, hungry, soaking wet and tired. It was a long day, already a pain in the ass before the rain had grown in intensity, as if gods decided to sink the cursed site you two had been called for. You crawled to the local hotel on your last legs, determined to stay in the worst conditions possible, as long as you were given a warm bath and a cup of hot tea.

It wasn't a big deal indeed. Megumi wasn't just a coworker, he was a friend you've known for years, even before you both entered high school. There was even time when he was considered a perfect candidate for your husband��a source of never-ending jokes and teasing from Gojo-sensei—but the project collapsed with the old system of great jujutsu families, and your strong yet relentlessly platonic relationship continued to bloom without the burden of tradition. The label of "lovebirds" clung to you for good, like a ghost of your late teacher cackling over your heads, survived even the graduation and intense focus on your careers for the few years to come. Now both first grades, you haven't been seeing each other much outside occasional contact at work, but nearly intimate closeness remained intact.

As if not a single second has been lost between you.

There was no trace of embarrassment as you shed your clothes to the more or less dry layer. Megumi didn't even blink when you asked him to dry your hair after a shower, your hands didn't budge when you were putting moisturizer on his facial scars as he was already drifting away while still sitting. You crawled on the futon at the same time, with a safe and respectful distance between you, and fell asleep in no time.

But now, a few hours later, a certain border has been crossed, leaving you nearly breathless in front of the horde of possibilities you've had no idea they're within your reach.

It's...somewhat terrifying how, once initial shock has faded, comfortable Megumi's arms feel around you. His touch is not alien to you, but he's never been one to relish in physical contact, yet with just a friend. It has no right to be so familiar and safe. It has no right to open your heart like a barely scabbed wound and soak you with yearning and hunger. You can't complain about lack of physical pleasure, you haven't tasted enough loneliness to be desperate for any kind of bodily warmth next to you. Yet, you're trembling, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and when his hold loosens a little and he rolls to his back, painful spasm runs through you, almost dragging a sob out of you.

You follow his move, now embracing him yourself and nestling between his side and the arm that remained close to you. Megumi takes a deeper breath, immediately scoops you close and hums, as if with approval, when you slot your head on his chest. You can hear—feel—his heartbeat, calm and welcoming, so recognizable even if it's the first time you can witness it from so close.

Rains have ceased, almost full moon pours silver light through the uncovered windows. You can see every crevice of his appearance and the sight takes you a little aback. It's Megumi, without a doubt, but not until now you pondered how much he changed. How long has it been already? His face lost the last remains of androgynous subtlety, his cheeks covered by harsh two-day scruff and his worry lines much deeper when he frowns, your gentle touch ticklish. You trace every single one of them, trace the scars around his eye, trace his jaw, square and manly, dear gods, when has this boy, so pretty that the girls at school constantly bickered behind his back, turned into a man?

When all this time flew over your heads? Next year, the both of you will grow older than Gojo-sensei.

Only his eyelashes remained exactly the same, throwing shadows under his eyes and filling you with jealousy for their length and thickness. You can't help but brush them with a thumb, once, twice, until his eyelids crack open, and he looks straight at you.

"For how long will you keep fondling me?" Heavy with sleep, Megumi's voice is low and coarse, filling you with need both well-known and alien. You have never felt anything like that for him (well, have you really?), and there's a shadow of anxiety behind it—but you can't bring yourself to take your hands off him.

Silence between you is thick like tar but not uncomfortable, rather cautious as you both ponder over the next move, equally unwilling to part your ways. Megumi breaks first when his hand, rather accidentally, brushes yours after he's wiped sleepiness off his face, "Well, I haven't told you to stop."

Duvet falls off your shoulders as you climb his lap, straddling him comfortably and letting the moonlight soak your figure. Megumi inhales deep and sharp under you, his hands finding your hips in no time and nestling you right over the undeniably growing hardness in his boxers. You both ignore it for now, drunk with the sights alone, rediscovering each other from this new, the most intimate angle. He lets you slide his undershirt under his chin, groans deep and low when you squeeze his pecs, soft against your palms with their size. He's always been rather slim, but he's gained serious musculature over the years, still not the biggest guy you've seen around, but so different from Megumi that's somehow, despite everything, stuck in your head for years.

You find more and more distinctions as you explore him further south. Soft hair grazes your skin especially down his navel, a trail leading you to the edge of his boxers and prompting you to peel them away. He mewls, relieved, when you do so, his erection springing free. It fits in your hand just right, leaking for you even before you give him a proper stroke. He must have been humping against you in sleep, his bulge a detail you've missed in the haze of different feelings and sensations, and he's enjoying the sweet relief now, his chest and abs twitching for you in pleasure.

The first itching wave washes over you too and you reach between your legs just to find your underwear to be soaked. You're ready so easily and fast it's almost embarrassing, especially under the weight of his gaze, attentive despite sleepiness lingering in its corners, fixed on thin threads of your arousal glistening between your fingers in the silver light.

"Come here," he mutters, nails sinking in the softness of your ass as he desperately tries to close the last inches of distance between you two.

You follow eagerly, biting on a moan as if your dignity depended on it when his tip slides between your folds. You haven't prepared yourself thoroughly but from what you felt in your hand you assess he shouldn't be a problem.

You impale yourself in one, smooth move, both of you groaning in pleasure and release, finally sating the hunger neither of you knew it's lingering in you.

Megumi lets go of your hips to lift himself to sitting, wraps arms around your back and pulls you into him so suddenly it yanks air out of your lungs. You return the proximity with your legs around him, ankles crossed behind him to sway yourself steady. The rhythm is lazy, as deep as slow, barely earning some friction for the both of you. Sometimes, his hips thrust up, grazing your core just right and having you mewl in pleasure; every time he hushes you up with slow kisses peppered down your jaw and neck.

His hair is as soft as you remember but his scent is sharper, so manly and mixed with the complimentary shower gel from the ryokan's bathroom. Young Megumi always smelled black coffee to you for some reason and there's still a tinge of it lingering at the back of each breath you take off him. Face hidden against his neck, you soak yourself in nostalgia and novelty alike, surrendering to his touch, greedily wandering along your body. He doesn't spare an inch of it, catching up for years of self-imposed neglect, at times even rough, when he can't stop himself and steals another thrust deep into you, his manly, deep voice breaking when you clench around him.

"I'm gonna cum if you keep doing this," he reminds you of no barrier of protection between you—but you don't care and don't want to think of separating from him for even a second. You've waited for this for too long, it feels so good to finally find a place in his arms, a place that has waited for you since the first time your eyes met with a different intention than a mere look.

You want him to fill you up, you want to feel everything so deep, almost reaching your cervix, and you don't stop even after you reach your peak first, swaying your hips with the same eagerness even if your strength starts to fade away.

Megumi holds you close through it, his arms around you so strong and tight you feel his touch deep in your bones, and finally gives in to pleasure too, fulfilling your untold wish to the last drop.

Your moves slow down and cease naturally, you catch your breaths, snuggled into each other. Megumi's shoulders shake, be it pleasure or tears, and his hands slowly slip down your sweaty back, until he finds your hips—and suddenly sways forward, until you're flat on the futon again, your legs over you, embracing his middle when he finds a new comfortable spot, deep inside and right on top of you.

"More." His voice breaks into begging and he starts to thrust into you without waiting for your answer, with the power of the whole weight his body offers. "Don't let go. Please. I need you more."

"I'm not letting you go," you promise—and you keep it, through this round, and for a few next to come, until the sun replaces the moon and finds your naked, sweaty bodies, entangled with each other in the middle of the only futon left in the last free ryokan in those mountains.

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