#jjk established relationship

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You Jealous? Pt 2

Requested by anon

Smau: in which the jjk boys are a little too close with another girl Warning: cursing, sexual language (just gen z humour), angst, hurt/comfort, crack, fluff, typos, yandere!yuuta? Featuring: Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki, Yuuta

Struggled with YuutaI don't read about him much so if he's a little ooc (or a lot) pls forgive me TT

[fushitoru]

rainy days and brownies

pairing ⸺ college/modern!au: bf!gojo x reader

summary ⸺ you wake up for some soft moments with your boyfriend that involves brownies (turned freaky)

warnings ⸺ smut, tooth rotting fluff, some mild angst?, gojo unfortunately mentions skibidi toilet, I think I made gojo gen z here, boob worship, brownies and baking, established relationship, oral (f!receiving), gojo eats pussy like a champ, NOT EDITED, might be incoherent to everyone except me, product of a forceful effort to escape writer’s block, rainy mornings <3, lots of intimacy, art by 3-aem, probably in the same universe as this

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Rainy mornings with Satoru means baking.

It’s a ritual the both of you have fallen into. On a day like this, where the air smells like rain, you blearily wake up from your nap to smell the warm distinct aroma of overly sweet brownies.

The slutty brownies were Satoru’s masterpiece. Even if he did overdo the sugar, you can’t admit that your stomach was growling as you rubbed your bleary eyes and frowned while raking a hand through your head. This bed head was going to be a bitch to untangle with the hairbrush.

“AND IIIIIIIIIIIII, WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUU—“

You jumped, caught off guard by Satoru randomly deciding to pay homage to Whitney Houston. Standing up, you headed towards the living room of you and Satoru’s apartment—-not before you adjusted your tank top so your tits weren’t out and the boy shorts you chose to sleep in properly covered your ass.

“WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUU—-“ You cringed at Satoru’s attempt of a high note, grumpily looking at him use his chocolate covered spatula as a makeshift mic. He was in the kitchen—-shirtless, of course—-now bending over to peek at the state of his brownies in the oven. Deciding the brownies weren’t done yet, he closed the oven door and stood up once more, reaching for his phone to undoubtedly scroll through TikTok. Continuing to hum different variations of the chorus, he swiped at his phone, ignorant to your presence behind him.

You think he’s kind of sweet like this. If it weren’t for him, the both of you would never be in this position. You would always be the cold frigid bitch he saw in freshman orientation and occasionally at parties across campus, and he would be the sweet, friendly guy that all the girls would continue to fall head over heels for.

To be honest, you don’t really see what he sees in you. You’re like a Disney villain, the witch that entraps him in her webs of insecurity and jealousy, but he remains the valiant prince, fighting to get to you. When he finally has you in his arms, he kisses you into believing that you are his princess instead.

It’s obvious in the way he fought for you—memorizing your schedule, rushing across campus just to walk you to class, pleading with you to grab dinner. And each time, you’d brush him off with sharp rejections, finding excuses to keep him at arm’s length.

But when he finally had you, finally cracked all your defenses—he was never going to let you go. You could see as much; the way he proudly walked on campus with you at his side, across the main quad so he could boast that he got you. You were his, and he was fully, undoubtedly yours. At parties, his eyes would always be on you, raking his eyes up and down your figure in your nurse outfit, conjuring up the hundred and thirty four positions he would fuck you so good in, even if there were prettier girls clinging onto his arms asking for a morsel of his attention. Pettily enough, you would just need to sigh and mumble “This party isn’t fun,” to have Satoru whipped, ushering you out of the frat house while those girls glared at the back of your Halloween costume, angry beyond measure that a nobody like you has the campus sweetheart wrapped around your finger.

Loud booms of the Vine gunshot sound effect snaps you back into the present, where Satoru is snickering at some god awful brain rot. You choose to approach him, wrapping your arms around his waist and smothering your face into his muscular back.

“Hi baby,” you mumble.

“Guess which sleepyhead is awake!” He announces to the world and turns around, and your traitorous heart jumps in its chest while looking into his eyes. It’s stupid. You’re both in your PJs on a morning where the rain thuds against the window pane, blurring both the window and all outside life, suspending you both in this moment. His eyes look affectionately down to you, and he plants a wet kiss on your forehead. “How was your nap, baby?”

“It was good.” You watch him turn around again to peek at the oven, and he hums, upper arm flexing as he grabs the heavy bag of flour, dragging it closer to him. “When’d you get up?”

“Around 7.”

You shoot him a bewildered look as you hop onto the counter, a better space to observe your boyfriend. When he realized that you had woken up, he had left his phone open to give you a kiss, reel playing noises. You peek over and almost snort at what is playing.

“Satoru, why are you watching alligators get chased away by a shovel?”

He looks up from the bowl of brownie batter he was now cleaning—-with his tongue, mind you—-and grins boyishly. “Isn't it crazy how hundreds of years of evolution get destroyed by a shovel?”

”Your feed is not normal,” you shake your head, keeping a stony face as you continue to scroll through his TikTok. In fact, it’s hilarious—-the things he got were weirder than one could dream, with toilets producing heads of men taking over whole cities. You’re not sure what that means about your boyfriend, but you accept it as you watch the nonsensical video.

“Wait,” he makes his way over to you, standing in between your legs. “Is that skibidi toilet?”

“What the hell is that.”

“Baby,” he whines. “You don’t know the lore? I don’t know if I can be with you for any longer.”

Your bite back a grin. “And subjecting me to hours of FNAF backstory wasn’t testament to how much I love you?”

Before he could whine back, you noticed he had some leftover chocolate on the side of his mouth and leaned over to lick it. Humming at the taste, you grabbed his hands and took in his brownie coated index and middle finger into your mouth.

He frowns. “Are you trying to seduce me into forgiving you and giving you more brownies?���

You laugh softly and give him a soft smooch on his shoulder. “No, silly. If I ate any more than half, I would have diabetes.”

He grabs the back of your hips and pulls you closer into him, nuzzling his nose against yours. The physical contact rubs at your nerves the right way, firing off that emotional part of you that makes you think loving him is so easy. How lucky you are that he’s chosen to give you his love.

His god-awful alarm blares—same annoying sound he keeps hitting snooze on for his 7ams—and the moment breaks as he reaches for the oven mitts to pull out the brownies. The aroma hits you instantly, making your mouth water. Satoru blows dramatically on the brownies, pouting and mock-yelling, “Hurry up and cool down! My girlfriend wants to eat you.” You can’t help but giggle. Once Satoru finally decides they’re cool enough, he grabs one and offers it to you. “Make way for the choo-choo train!” he snickers, guiding the brownie through imaginary tracks, a shit-eating grin on his face, before plopping it into your mouth.

You can’t help but let out a soft sigh as the brownie melts on your tongue, its warmth enveloping your senses. Rich, velvety tones of chocolate overwhelm your mouth, with each bite releasing a symphony of deep, indulgent flavors that linger long after the brownie is fully swallowed. “Wow, this is actually good.”

He pauses, brownie and hand held in mid air. “Why do you sound surprised?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug innocently but stick your tongue out to him regardless.

Popping the brownie in his mouth--but not before sending you a pout---he brushes his hands together to remove the brownie crumbs as he makes his way back in between your legs. The way he settles between them makes you all too aware of the heat of his groin encompassing you. He lazily drags his eyes up your figure, but not before settling on your outfit. His eyes then flick down to watch his hands trace the hem of your tank top, and your eyes follow his hands, a little dizzy by the action.

You’re always a bit sensitive in the mornings, and before this day, you and Satoru’s interactions have been limited to a kiss before he runs for his 7am and then doing college work until 3am, where you’re both too tired for anything particularly frisky. So, yea, you are kind of pent up---and judging by the bulge that’s starting to form in Satoru’s sweats, you assume he is too.

You put your elbows on his shoulder blades to give him head scratches from behind and lean towards his jawlines giving small kisses. You can feel him close his eyes, purring silently like a cat, and underneath your hands, his back and shoulder blades tense and relax as you rake your hands over his scalp.

“This new?” He uses his index finger to snap the strap of your tank top against your shoulder, using his mouth to given open mouthed kisses to your collarbone.

“Mhm,” you hum, a little deliriously at that---he’s begun to trail down, mouth working at the swell of your breasts.

He slowly pulls the collar of your tank down, down down down until your breast pops out. His eyes trace the swing urgently and groans. “I missed these, sweet girl.”

You gasp sharply when he puts it in his mouth, tongue swirling around the nipple. Satoru’s always been a boob guy, joking about his hands being your bra to support “those mommy milkers.” Right now, he’s doing just that; groping the hell out of them and giving them kisses, as if they were God’s greatest creation.

As much as you were enjoying your boyfriend’s boob worshipping, you need more. You were throbbing in want of contact on your pussy, and you made sure to relay just that. “Toru, I need more,” you whined.

“God forbid a man appreciate nice boobs.” He rolls his like the sassy man he is and parts with your nipple like lips after a messy and wet make out session. Your breasts are gleaming with his spit, a string connecting your nipple to his lips. He trails his face down your torso, making his way down to his knees until he was facing your crotch.

You whine and clench your thighs together to draw his face closer to the space between your thighs. He looks up at you and coos, giving your inner thigh a kiss. “I can smell you from here, cutie.”

His statement reminds you that you’re not too wet in the mornings. As soon as you wake up, some of your morning sessions with Satoru require the aid of lube to ensure no pain. Irritation flares at you at the thought that you might need to leave your position to grab some l—-

Oh.

“What the hell. I thought you wet your pants,” Satoru giggles. The finger running through your folds glides messily, as you both marvel to how wet you are. You’re also on another plane; you haven’t felt his touch for weeks, and the feeling overwhelms you as the squelches your pussy makes echo throughout the kitchen.

Satoru gives you a kiss on your neck. “Baby, can I?” You deliriously remember that he’s lightly circling his finger around your entrance and when you finally give him the okay, he pushes in.

Both of you groan at how tight you are. “Satoru,” you moan and proceed to bring him in for a kiss as he pistons in and out of your pussy, curling them just the way you like and making you see colors.

“Pretty, pretty girl,” he groans. “Left my baby so pent up.”

At that, all you can do is nod and whimper in agreement. All that leaves your mouth are gasps of his names and oh my god’s because he’s making you feel so good.

And then, you almost scream as you feel him blowing hot air onto your folds, leaning down to give teasing kitten licks around your clit, but not directly on it. His tongue drags up and down until he finally stops it right next to your clit as if feeling the sensation of your pussy throbbing, echoing your fastened heartbeat skin-to-skin while drooling.

Frustrated, you try to move your hips, but Satoru grabs them to stay in place. He’s so close to the place you want him, but he’s stationed in one place, spit flowing down as his tongue is still and his dark eyes are staring at you as if enraptured by your struggling.

“Satoru, please lick my clit,” you moan wantonly, begging for him to change his position.

But Satoru Gojo wouldn’t be Satoru Gojo without some teasing. “What was that, baby? Avoid your clit? You got it.”

“No,” you sobbed, grabbing onto his hair and directing his tongue to your clit. This time, he relents, sucking the bud into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks, making you see stars.

But soon, his quick and fast lapping turn into lazy licks, and you get frustrated, grinding against air and pussy oozing out wetness as Satoru keeps his tongue outstretched in front of you but not close enough to make contact with your skin, teasing. You hate the feeling of your pussy throbbing and the inner thighs and pussy wet with your slick, lacking the sensation you needed to finally climax. “Oh my god, Satoru, please make me cum.”

“I don’t know baby, you sound pretty commanding to me.” The motherfucker shrugs as if he has nothing to do with your dilemma and starts trailing kisses up your inner thigh. His touches were close to where you needed him most, making you ache for the sensation of his wet laps against you.

“Please, baby,” you beg. “You feel so good, you’re making me feel soo good. I love you so much. Please let me cum.” You’re full on sobbing, hips writhing to get any sensation in.

Satoru, at your display, seems to give in, because he’s coming in once more, giving you a sweet little kiss on your clit. You nearly ascend.

He’s diving in, making a rhythm of dipping his tongue into your entrance and coming back to give sloppily wet laps on your clit. It’s when he groans while his tongue is inside, hot air and vibrations needily simulating your clit, that you come up with a gasp. You roll your hips, Satoru giving you little licks to help you ride out your orgasm.

For how hard you came, you’re bucking your hips frantically, body on a mind of its own as you almost fall off the counter. Satoru has to grip your thighs to prevent that potential injury and rubs soothing circles on the outside of your thigh as you pant, wetness and sweat likely painting the counter beneath you. It’s not until your breath returns back to it’s normal pace that you notice Satoru’s head against your thighs, looking up at you with lovesick eyes.

You’re probably giving him the same look back, you realize, given he made you ascend to heaven and back. He gives an affectionate kiss to your mound, moaning corny shit like “Your pussy tastes sweeter than the brownie.”

And then he stands up, knees popping on the way back up, and despite your fucked out state, you can’t help but giggle. “You old man with the popping knee caps.”

He glares at you playfully, but you know his expression too well to know there’s no real offense in it. “Hey. Rude to say that after I just made you cum your brains out.”

”And you’re about to get the same thing,” you purr, putting a hand on his hard-on. He hisses but looks at you with lust blown eyes as he grabs the back of your thighs to carry you to your shared bedroom.

Yes, rainy days do mean baking with Satoru, but not without intimacy with your even sweeter boyfriend in bed.

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a/n lol this was a bitch to write. this might be a word soup or salad or whatever for all readers and that’s ok! I’ve written this primarily at 1am so…

eugh ok im going back to writing ch5 of bridgerton!gojo and fixing the em dashes in this post when i wake up LOL

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Pregnancy Symptoms

💗Established relationship, fluff and pregnancy. As always pls ignore typos 🙂‍↕️ I’m just a girl.💗

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NO NUT NOVEMBER.

Synopsis: Jungkook didn’t think stuff through when he made a bet for “No Nut November” he seemed to forget that he can’t say no to you.

Pairings: dilf!jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings— SMUT! cussing, kind of drunk sex?, dirty talk, anal, squirting, spanking, size kink!!!!, jk is pussy whipped, jk eating you out, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!) rough sex!!, crying from pleasure, hair pulling, fluff at the very end,

a/n: someone lock me the fuck up… this is in the KUWTB universe, jus wanted to get into jk and oc sex life more… enjoy🥹🤍

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“I am not betting a thousand on Jungkook for no nut; November be fucking for real; he’s going to lose twenty minutes in.” Namjoon says knowing his friend and knowing how you have him wrapped around your pinky will have him losing money.

“I can go a whole month without sex, motherfuckers.” Jungkook gasps, running a hand through his wet hair from his previous shower.

It was Halloween night, and the boys just came back from accompanying Iseul and Ye Joon trick or treating down the neighborhood.

“I’m taking my baby to the rich neighborhoods so she can get the full-size candy bars.” Jungkook squeezes Iseul's cheeks, trying to avoid the cute bunny face paint you had drawn on. Your husband, without thinking twice, matched her outfit with the big fluffy bunny ears on the top of his head, bobbing on his head whenever he would move around.

"You literally live in a rich neighborhood.” Ari scolds, sending Jungkook's arm flying up in his defense.

"Trust, I won’t fuck up!” Jungkook defends himself while the boys have a hard time believing him; the boys only sighed before agreeing.

…

 

Jungkook couldn’t do it; his dick immediately hardened as he saw you walking down the stairs in your playboy bunny costume, the small black leather skirt that barely covers your ass, and your black thong visible to everyone. The black long-sleeve crop top and the bunny ears had him stressing and wishing he wouldn’t have made that bet.

“Fuck, you look beautiful, baby." Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in possessively. His hand lowered to your ass before giving a soft squeeze; you didn’t even bat an eye.

“Thank you, my love.” You give him a quick peck before looking down at his all-black outfit. “You look handsome, daddy,” you wink before walking to the kitchen where Eunbi and Jia were.

You had taken a new habit of calling Jungkook Daddy a joke, and he knew that, but right now the word just worsened the hard problem he has in his pants.

It’s around three in the morning now, and the house is a mess. Iseul is staying with your mother-in-law, who volunteered to take care of her for the night. You were definitely drunk; Ari and Lora came in the house already fucked up, and them being bad influences made you and all the girls take shot after shot, so here you were dancing in your living room as the guys sat on the couch watching you all.

“I think I might owe you all a thousand." Jungkook sighs at his friends. Who’s head snaps at him in shock? “You fucking lost already; are you serious? It's been like three hours!?” Seokjin gasps, and Jimin giggles beside him.

That’s when everyone pulls their wallets and drops wads of cash in Jimin's hands. “I fucking told you he wouldn’t last." Jimin snickers as he counts the money in his hands.

“You guys have no faith in me! I haven’t done anything."Jungkook whispers the last part, "Oh." Jimin says he is disappointed before handing the money back to the corresponding boys.

“Then why do you say that?" Hoseok sighs, putting the hundred back in his wallet before tucking it in his back pocket.

“She’s dressed as a playboy bunny!! A sexy ass playboy bunny.” Jungkook whispers, “Please come on; you would fuck y/n in a garbage bag.” Yoongi says, before sending a signal to Eunbi to stop drinking, to which she only nods 'no', making Yoongi stand up and march her way.

“She would look good in anything—better without anything, actually.” Jungkook says as he sees you down, another shot making him shoot up his seat.

“No more alcohol for you, baby.” He takes the shot glass out of your hands, putting his arm around your waist to keep you stabilized. "Babyyy,” you pout, looking up at him, fisting his shirt, and pulling him closer to your face. 

“What princess?” He says softly, your faces almost touching each other; he can smell the alcohol. “I’m so drunk.” You slur with a goofy smile on your face, gripping onto his shoulders, raising your legs behind you, and reaching for your heel, making you stumble backwards just for Yoongi and Jungkook to stabilize you.

"Yeah, we’re leaving,” Yoongi says as he holds onto Eunbi, who’s slurring a bunch of nonsense, “but I don’t want to leave!" Eunbi whines as Yoongi chuckles as he drags her to the front door.

“We should leave too, then,” all the boys say, standing up and wishing everyone goodbye. “Let’s go, my love,” Taehyung tells Ari, who’s lying on the ground, her police officer outfit long gone, replaced with the big t-shirt you had handed her earlier.

"Nooo, I want to stay with y/n!” She gets picked up by Taehyung, who shushes her with a kiss. “You reek like alcohol,” he chuckles before giving Jungkook a head nod and walking out, Jimin and Namjoon following behind them, being the last ones out, the rest long gone.

Jungkook lays you on the couch, kneeling down, unstrapping your heels, and taking them off before kissing the top of your shin. Making you moan in relief.

“My feet hurt so bad!” You whine loudly before bringing your feet into your chest, making your skirt ride up, giving Jungkook a perfect view of your covered pussy. 

He wanted nothing to open your legs, put your panties aside, and eat you out at that moment, but one, you were drunk, and two, the stupid bet he made yesterday. So instead of doing all that, he stood up and made his way to the main door, locking it before making his way back to you, taking his dirty shirt off in the process.

“You are so hot... Could you maybe have my baby?” You pout, looking up at him, who’s hovering over you with a smile on his face. “You already had my baby, princess.” He chuckles at you, making grabby hands up at him.

“Then another one?” You slur with the goofiest smile on your face as he picks you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his torso as your arms wrap around his neck. “You would slap yourself if you heard yourself right now, baby.” He laughs as you snuggle your face into his neck. 

“If it’s a girl, what would we name her?” You slur your words as Jungkook starts making his way upstairs to your guy's room. “I don’t know, princess, do you know?” He asks you, taking one step at a time. 

“I like Nabi," you giggle. “I like Nabi.” Jungkook repeats after you, giving your puffed-out cheek a wet kiss. “And if it’s a boy, we can name it Junior.” Jungkook suggests entering your guys room.

“Ew no!” You shake your head, sticking your tongue out like you just ate something disgusting. “That’s offensive; you don’t like my name?” Jungkook puts you gently on the bed, crossing his arms in front of him, making his muscles flex as he watches you bite your lip while you look up to him.

“Of course I do. It’s just that’s the name I scream out when I’m getting railed. I don’t want my son to have that name." You shiver from the thought, leaving Jungkook speechless from your boldness.

“Y/n!” He chokes out, "What? I’m being honest!” You slur, trying to put your shirt over your head, only to get stuck with your hands up in the air. “Help me!" you whine.

Your husband laughs immediately, helping you take your shirt off before throwing it somewhere in the room. He watches you struggle to reach behind you to unclip your bra. 

“Turn around, baby; let me help.” He orders, and who are you to say no?

“Mkay,” you say, turning around and letting Jungkook unclip it with his hand, making your bra drop onto the bed. And with that, you fall face-first into the bed. "Yeah, no, get up. We need to brush your teeth and take your makeup off. Come on.” Jungkook picks up your frame as you whine loudly. 

As Jungkook drags you to your guy's shared bathroom in only your skirt, Jungkook sets you up on the sink, and you bring your knees up against you again, making Jungkook want to run into a wall.

Seeing you with your smudge eyeliner and mascara has his thoughts running wild. You are topless, and the tiniest skirt he has ever seen you wear has him imagining how he could bend you over, lift your skirt up, and fuck you raw.

He shakes his thoughts off, getting your light pink toothbrush and lathering it with toothpaste before passing it to you. You lazily brush your teeth with your eyes closed, making small sounds at random times as Jungkook brushes his teeth as well.

“I'm dizzy.. My head is spinning.” You giggle as toothpaste is still in your mouth before spitting it out. Jungkook makes a little bowl with his hand, putting his palm underneath the water and accumulating a good amount before bringing it into your mouth, which you then swish around your mouth before spitting it out into the sink.

“All done," you clap your hands, trying to get off the counter.

“You need to take your makeup off; where are your makeup wipes?” Jungkook asks as he goes through all your skincare and makeup.

“How the fuck do you know what a makeup wipe is?" You slur, your brows furrowing, as you wrap your arms around your legs and up your chest. “Baby what?” Jungkook laughs at your question, knowing he has taken off your makeup countless times before this one.

“I'm mad now.” You pout, pushing your husband's hands off your knees. "Baby, please, I have only taken your makeup off. I promise." Jungkook raises his pinky, which you only glare at.

“Did you fuck her in the legs-up position? Because that’s our position.” You slur once again, making Jungkook chuckle in front of you.

“Baby, trust me, I would not fuck anyone in any position that isn’t you,” he reassures as you stare at his pinky that’s still in the air. “Okay,” you pout in defeat, interlocking your pinky with his.

“You can’t be lying because that’s a pinky promise,” you warn. “Of course, baby,” he says, giving you a kiss on your forehead before opening the small packet. “Be gentle," you whine as you stare at your shirtless boyfriend, who takes a wipeout.

He only nods, holding your neck like a necklace to keep your head straight, and starts taking off your makeup. “I’m hungry,” you say as your eyes flutter closed.

“It’s three in the morning, princess; there's nothing open right now.” Jungkook smiles at your scrunched-up expression. “Did you eat all the cookies?" You peek your eye open. “Maybe..” Jungkook whispers, dropping the dirty wipe in the trash can beside him.

“What! You don’t even share with me anymore.” You mumble as Jungkook picks you up and makes his way to your shared bed, dropping you on it. “I share everything with you, baby,” he says as he undoes his pants to slide into bed with you.

You stare at your husband through your eyelashes as you struggle to take off your skirt. “Need help?” Jungkook chuckles under breath as his pants fall to the ground, leaving him in only a pair of black boxers, his print clearly visible.

"Mhm," you nod, biting your lip as you tilt your head to the side to get a better view in between his pants as he reaches for the zipper on your skirt, pulling it down. "Up, baby,” he orders. You do as he says and raise your bottom up, letting him pull your skirt off, leaving you in your thong.

Jungkook drops the skirt on the floor as he watches you lying on the bed with nothing but the black piece of clothing covering your center. His breath rises as he watches you reach between your legs and move your panties to the side, giving him a perfect view of you.

“I’m so wet, baby, help me,” you whine as you run a finger through your drenched slit. "Baby, I can’t,” he hushes as his dick twitches in his briefs. 

“I’m not that drunk anymore, I promise.” You mumble, giving your pussy a little slap. “Fuck,” you moan.

Jungkook very much wanted nothing but to slam into you in this exact moment, but did he really not have self-control when it came to you? He thought to himself.

"Please... if not, I’ll just fuck myself with my fingers.” You giggled, bringing your index and middle fingers up to your mouth, sucking and twirling your tongue on the tips, all while remaining eye contact with your husband, who’s fighting with himself whenever he wants to control himself or fuck you into the mattress.

But when Jungkook saw you insert a finger, he realized he didn’t have self-control when it came to you, and actually, he could give zero fucks about it, plus one thousand was nothing compared to you.

“Fuck it!” Jungkook grabbed a hold of your hands before pinning them up to your head, making you giggle loudly. “Hi.” You giggle as his face is just a few inches away from yours, and his eyes scan your face. “Hi.” He chuckles and smashes his lips against yours.

You moan softly as he wastes no time inserting his tongue into your mouth. His tongue glides along yours, making noise each time you part apart to breathe. Jungkook abandons your lips, moving to your neck, licking, sucking, and blowing.

“I want to eat you out,” he mumbles into your neck between sucking, leaving purplish red marks. He slowly makes his way down your body, all while remaining in eye contact with you. You use your elbows to prop yourself up, getting a clear view of your husband between your legs.

He chuckles, blowing a kiss to your clit making your hips buck forward, a choked moan leaves your mouth. “You’re dripping for me." He runs a finger through your puffy slit, spreading your arousal all over your pussy. 

You feel your wetness ooze down to your puckered hole and maybe even to the gray sheets underneath you. Jungkook tauntingly hovered over your aching center. “Please, fuck,” you buck your hips up again, making him pin you down.

Jungkook gives your cunt a long and slow lick, “shit.” You whine, your legs squeezing around his face, as he starts lapping on your clit, swirling and sucking. His saliva and your juices mixing together.

He pushes your legs up, spreading your pussy more for him. As he continues to suck harshly on your clit your fingers rake in his hair, pulling roughly whenever he would non-stop flick his tongue on your bud, making you shake. "Fuck, you’re going to make cum.” Your eyes roll back into your head.

Jungkooks cock is painfully hard in his briefs; he shifts from his position in hope to relieve some of the pressure, but it only twitches in return. Your husband brings his tattooed fingers in front of your face and says, "Suck.” He orders, and he doesn't have to ask twice.

You grab ahold of his hand and insert his three large fingers into your mouth, twirling your tongue on the tip and sucking like you would if you were on your knees in front of him.

A rush of blood rushes to his cock as he watches you suck on his fingers. You pop his fingers out of your mouth.

He tugs on your clit one last time before rubbing your sensitive bud slowly. You choke out a moan.

Jungkook inserts one of his finger pumping it in and out of your gummy walls, sending you back into the mattress. “Fuck yes,” you cry. He inserts a second finger, pumping them out quickly, curling them inside you, and hitting your spot each time. You grip tightly onto the sheet as you start to feel dizzy. “I’m coming, shit shit shit,” you cry out. You try to push Jungkook off you as he slides his fingers in and out of you repeatedly, with his tongue flicking your clit sending you over the edge.

Your mouth hangs open as your body shakes uncontrollably. Your pussy clenches around Jungkook's fingers. A rush of fluid squirts out of you, leaving you shaking and gasping for air.

“pretty.” Jungkook chuckles under his breath, giving your pussy a small slap and making you whine from the overstimulation.

Jungkook stands up, watching you squeeze your legs together with your eyes closed and chest heaving. “You good, baby?” He leans over, kissing your face over and over again until you peek your eyes open, and you giggle nonstop.

“Fuck!” You giggle, making Jungkook raise an eyebrow. “So good,” you giggle, “yeah?” He smirks, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Mhm.” You nod, kissing him back. “Let me return the favor.” You reach for his huge hard on, squeezing.

“Let me just fuck you.” He whispers into your mouth as you giggle in response.

“Okay.” You nod. Jungkook slowly stands up from the bed as you watch him push down his briefs, letting his cock spring free. He grabs ahold of the base, giving it a squeeze, and runs his thumb along his aching red slit before walking closer to you. You bite your lip in anticipation, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

He spits down, letting his saliva drip down onto his cock before giving it two pumps, “legs up. ” He taps your thigh for you to do as he says.

You giggle, pushing your legs up, giving your husband an amazing view of your drenched spread out, dripping core.

“Fuck,” he says, aligning himself with your hole and slapping his cock on your pussy multiple times. "Shit, ah,” you moan, digging your nails into your thighs.

Jungkook watches as you clench your pussy over nothing, making his cock twitch. He runs his length over your slit before sliding into you. “Oh shit.” You gasp, biting your lip harshly.

Jungkook has always been too big for you, always stretching you out deliciously every time you had sex. Your pussy always took him so well.

"Shit, shit, shit,” you say, closing your eyes as you feel the burn of him sliding deeper into you. “You can take it, baby.” He hushes, pushing in deeper, and he rubs your clit with his thumb, trying to ease you. 

You can feel him all the way into your belly as he finally is all the way in you. “You take me so well, fuck, baby.” Jungkook groans as you clench non-stop around him.

"Move, fuck, ah,” you cry. You didn’t have to ask twice, as he started sliding out of your hole before slamming back in. Your nails dig into your thighs, leaving marks as he continues to slide in and out of you repeatedly. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he slams roughly into you. His hands push your legs down to your chest as he fucks into you, his cock spreading your walls and his tip hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

Jungkook watches his cock disappear into your messy wet cunt; he watches how you spasm every time he pounds into you; your pussy squirts every time he pulls out; but he doesn’t stop; he continues to slam back in.

Tears stream down your face from the immense pleasure in your core as you reach between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously. “Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock so well.” Jungkook says between gritted teeth, as you only reply with a moan.

“Look at you squirting all over my cock.” He pulls out, spurs of liquid come rushing out of you, and your legs shake as your pussy convulses from each spurt. “Ahh fuck.” You moan as Jungkook rubs your pussy; your hands reach for his, trying to push him away, but failing as you orgasm with a long, loud moan.

“Good girl.” He groans.

“I can't... fuck,” you choke out, trying to catch your breath. "Yes, you can." Jungkook flips you over to your stomach. “Ass up.” He demands giving your ass a spank. 

You bring your ass up in the air, leaving your upper body laying on the bed totally spent. “Fuck pussy, so messy." Jungkook runs his cock through your pussy before sliding back in.

"Shit, this angle fucks me up,” he groans, getting ahold of your waist and squeezing roughly, probably leaving marks, as he slams into you. You dig your head into the mattress, biting onto the sheets, silencing your screams. The wet sound of him pounding into you and your screams are the only things being heard in the room.

“You love being fucked like this, huh?” He moans, pounding into you from behind. You don’t reply. 

He pulls out and pulls your hair up. “Answer me. You love being fucked like this, huh?” He whispers into your ear, your back arched against him.

“Yes.” You cry, and tears stream down your face. “Yes what? Baby.” He chuckles from your disheveled state, “I love being fucked like this.” You stutter over your words; the only thing your brain can comprehend is that you wanted to come again for the third time.

And with that, he lets you go. As you fall back down onto the bed, Jungkook spreads your ass cheeks, watching your pussy and asshole clench over nothing. “Spread open.” He orders you.

Jungkook watches how you do as he says and spread yourself open for him. He takes the base of his cock and aligns himself with your other hole. He rubs over some of your arousal to your asshole, inserting the tip of his cock before pushing the rest of his length inside you, “Fuckk.” You moan loudly, "Relax, baby.” He groans loudly at how tight it is.

This is not the first time Jungkook has fucked your ass, but the stretch of his cock always feels like the first time. He stays for a few moments, still waiting for you to adjust. "Go," you whimper. A green light for him to thrust.

He spreads you open more, watching his cock slip out of your hole before thrusting back in slowly. You moan under him, and you reach under him, rubbing your clit softly as tears run down your cheeks.

“Such a good fucking girl.” Jungkook moans, squeezing your ass and restraining himself from pounding into you at that very moment.

You insert two of your fingers into your pussy, sliding them in and out as Jungkook slides his cock into your ass. "Faster, please,” you whine, fucking your fingers into you as Jungkook speeds up his movements.

Your legs shake barely holding up as he pounds into roughly moaning loudly each time you clench, “You fucking like that?” He chokes out each slam he thrusts into you. “Keep taking it, baby.” His balls slam into your pussy, which each push.

“Fuck so good.” He moans, not stopping his movements. Both of you are sweating as you bite down on the gray sheets, feeling your pussy spasms with liquid with each thrust. “I’m coming.” You shriek,

“Go ahead, baby.” Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his head, watching you shake underneath him. His body locks up, and black and white spots fill his vision as his dick twitches in you before spilling his seed into you with a loud groan.

“Oh fuck.” Jungkook pants as he slides out of your ass, his come oozing out of you. You fall onto the bed, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you whimper softly from the outstanding orgasm you just went through.

"Fuck, are you okay, baby?” Jungkook makes his way to you, flipping you over to be able to see your face. You whimper softly with your hands covering your face. "Shit, baby, did I hurt you?” He panics, shooting straight up and taking your hands off your face.

He sees the tears streaming down your face, and that sends a blow to his heart. "Baby, where does it hurt?” He scans your body and tries to soothe your shaking legs, rubbing his palms up and down your thighs.

“I’m okay.” You whimper between cries. 

“Then why are you crying, my love?” He pulls you up into a sitting position before kissing your tear-stained cheeks. "felt so good.” You cry. A wave of relief hits Jungkook. "Baby," he chuckles, giving you kisses all over your face.

“I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” You cry as he laughs softly while standing up, finding his briefs on the ground before stepping into them. He goes into your guys' shared closet looking for a pair of underwear for you and one of his shirts.

"Here, baby, let me help you.” He makes his way to you; he sits beside you as he helps you put on your panties and his shirt.

“Do you need anything?” Jungkook asks, putting your hair behind your ear. “No, I'm super tired; I want to cuddle.” You say snuggling under the covers with a big smile on your face, and Jungkook follows in beside you.

…

The next morning, Jungkook called in for an emergency meeting as he was waiting for the boys to come in. Taehyung arrives first with a guilty expression on his face, and before Jungkook could ask what’s up, Hoseok and Namjoon come striding in. And not long after all the boys started striding in.

“So..” Jungkook starts, “I fucked up.” And with that, he drops a thousand on the table in front of the boys. Nobody moves, and nobody says anything until,

"Oh, thank God, and I thought it was going to be just me." Taehyung drops a wad of cash, with the rest of the boys following along, dropping cash on the table.

“Are you fucking serious!?” Namjoon stares at his friends with his jaw wide open. “Am I the only one who took this seriously?” Namjoon shook his head at his friends.

“Honestly, I don't regret it at all.” Jungkook shrugs.

[celestie0]

does anyone wanna be on taglist for this gojo x reader series? 🧚‍♀️✨

title. if the world was ending

synopsis. gojo satoru is your long lost love, the one that got away, that heartbreak that time could never heal, and you haven’t spoken to him in years. but when an asteroid the size of the empire state building is set to crash into the earth in three days, and effectively wipe out all life as we know it, then surely some promises of no contact can be broken, right?

warnings/tags. heavy angst, smut, fluff, dystopian au, second chance romance, end of the world romance; mentions of pregnancy & abortion, violence, blood, alcohol, smoking, drugs, cannibalism, suicide, murder, starvation, corruption, basically all the crazy shit that goes down across the globe when eight billion people realize they’re all going to die.

parts. there will be a total of four parts! i anticipate 50k words

teaser. here’s a little teaser!! as always i can never choose which part to tease but i suppose this kinda gives a gist:

note. for my followers that read my other series, i promise that this one will be like four parts max lol it’s just it was actually supposed to be a oneshot but when i finished writing the first part was alr 10k+ so🧍🏻‍♀️i figured i’d make it like a sort of limited series?? mini series?? but fret not lol i will still continue to update kickoff & ihm in the midst :”)

comment below if you’d like to be on the taglist, and please make sure your settings allow you to be tagged or else i won’t be able to tag you

much loveee!! i’m so very excited for this one :”0

[joemama-2]

pretty eyes

megumi x reader

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megumi loved your eyes. although you would argue that no, yours are not as pretty as his, he'd scoff and flick your forehead. how could you say something so dumb right in front of him?

your eyes were the prettiest thing he had ever seen. the color shone bright whenever the sun hit them just right, they had an all too familiar glimmer in them when you would see something that would get you happy. be that a cute puppy, your favorite food, a nice day outside, or him.

oh yeah, he knows about the little crush you have on him. he doesn't know why, he's not that special. and the fact that you never outright told him about this little crush, it gets him thinking. were you ashamed you liked him?

he sighs and shakes his head. no, can't be. he must be overthinking. and so when he hears your sweet voice calling for him, your beautiful smile as you rave about being able to snatch a two-for-one deal about these stupid ice cream cones you make him come with you to get every saturday, his nerves are relieved. so if you aren't ashamed, why won't you confess to him already?

he's observant, really. so he tries to understand you....by staring. you don't know why and sometimes it makes you awkward, thinking you did something wrong. it's like he had no shame. but the more he looks into your eyes, the more he comes to realize that you're actually not that easy to read. and he hates not being able to read you.

one day, you two are lying side by side on your dorm bed, facing each other. it was like a staring contest, whoever blinked first lost. you lose first, of course. it's nice like this between you two. you smile at him and he has to pretend he's annoyed by it, even when his ears burn red. that night was the first time you kissed him. that night was the first time he came to terms with that maybe, just maybe he liked you too.

you would always cover his face in kisses, your hands cupping his cheeks. cuteness aggression is what you called it. happy is what it made him.

he loved your eyes, he loved your acts of affection just as much. but nothing can beat your eyes. they would crinkle when you laughed too hard. get red and teary when you saw a cheesy rom-com movie (to which he would wipe, holding back the ache in his heart at the sight of your beautiful tears).

now here he is, walking down the same route to the ice cream parlor you'd drag him to. he gets your order, a strawberry cone with sprinkles. he orders two. his feet move on his own back to the dorms, but he only eats one cone, holding the other idly in his free hand.

his room feels cold as he enters, like it always did. but you brought warmth to it. used to. he sits at the edge and his eyes stare at the picture frame of the two of you. you're kissing his cheek, arm around his neck while he has a stupid little grin on his face. he could never hide his smiles around you, he figured that out.

he looks down at the lone ice cream cone, its pearliness reminding him of the shine you had in your eyes. he reminisces back to things like when he last kissed you, hugged you, flicked your forehead, and your last staring contest.

he stared down at you. you stared up at him. he blinked, but you didn't. he doesn't know he's crying until they land on your pale cheek. you finally won.

[admirxation]

彡 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐈𝐜𝐞 - 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

ʚ 𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝟐.𝟓𝐤 | 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — you’ve always been curious about Gojo’s blindfold, and he shares with you an experience you go crazy for.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 — 18+ heavy smut mdni, established relationship (f/m), dirty talk, teasing, edging, blindfolding, temperature play (ice), tit play, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), and creampie.

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It began as a mere innocent musing, a casual remark sparked by curiosity. Before your relationship with Satoru became official, you often questioned his ever-present blindfold; however, as your bond grew more substantial, it became the subject of numerous playful and affectionate jests, even leading you to frequently tug at the edges of the fabric, delighting in testing his patience. After all, isn’t it one of the joys of a relationship to engage in lighthearted teasing?

However, this playful dynamic eventually led Satoru to propose an intriguing idea—something neither of you had previously explored but were excited about when you got the offer. The very suggestion of it filled you with elation and eager anticipation. He suggested giving you a taste of what it is like to wear a blindfold. Still, unlike him, you would be at a distinct disadvantage—or maybe an advantage if you looked with a different perspective—due to your lack of familiarity he had grown to be used to. You felt a sudden cluster of warmth in your core when you thought about the idea, thinking about being in complete obligation and giving every ounce of trust to him, letting him take control and take advantage of your absence of one of the most important senses. 

Right now, your bodies were pressed closely together, enveloped in a soft, toasty embrace as Satoru pressed his lips and left a warm trail of kisses on your jawline, trickling down to your neck; you heard the bed sheets ruffle as your head wriggled around, closing your eyes to the touch you craved so often, a touch that left a gnawing ache within you that begged for more. He started pulling your top off, you following suit before sliding each other’s pants off, straight after melding back into that same kiss you craved; your hands roamed through his soft hair as you closed your eyes to the sensation, your breath forming a unique pitched pattern as he left tender kisses to be moved down from your neck, along your chest, before lifting himself to reach for the cloth that would bound around your pretty eyes. 

He let out a low, breathy laugh as he watched your body language, anticipating the plan. You were more than eager to comply with whatever he asked: “Someone’s excited,” he teased as he watched your eyes follow his movement before he covered your vision. A mischievous smirk formed on his lips as he witnessed your total blindness, watching you bite your glossy lip as you tried to anticipate his next movement. 

He watched the way you continued to bite your bottom lip, the way your fingers twitched as you waited for him to make the first move; only these array of movements were becoming a catalyst to a grin that stretched along his face before securing his fingertips around the fabric of your underwear, his hardened length already growing and pressing against his boxers at the sight of pulling down the laced fabric down the plush of your soft thighs, then throwing them to the side. Your body twitched as you felt the air bathe your naked form, feeling you be exposed as your last layer of clothing was dragged down; before being able to gather another thought, you felt his hand member nestle along your inner thigh—you couldn’t help but jolt up as arousal pooled along the senses you had to work with, feeling a tingling and warm sensation as his fingers trailed along your heated core. 

“Does my girl want me to make her feel good?” oh, how he loved teasing you; that was all a part of his cocky personality, your vulnerable and oblivious state only fueled those characteristics within him as he watched how time and his slow movements were eating away at your patience, making you frustrated and beg for him to touch you already, to give you what you always craved. 

“Yes, I want it, I want you, please,” you whined as you felt your thighs tighten the moment his fingertips dragged and slid down your slit; he smirked to himself at how warm and wet you already were from just a few kisses and touches. 

“Such a desperate girl,” he playfully cooed as he heard your quiet moans hum with your lips pressed together. You held onto fistfuls of the blanket as you awaited him in his successive movements. 

He loved those sounds; seeing your pretty, squirming body underneath him and how you itched and ached for his touch just made his arousal for you so much deeper. 

“Hm, do you deserve to feel good?” he questioned as you felt his fingers hover just by your entrance, delaying his time in entering you with some final teasings. 

“Yes… Please… I’ve been so patient,” you quickly begged, leaving him to give a low chuckle to himself as he watched how desperate you were for him; that desperation only made his cock harden, and you felt it press against your thigh. 

“As you say,” he quietly complied as he slowly pushed his digits inside of you, feeling your tight walls surround them, hearing your soft and sensual moans fill the atmosphere with erotic sounds that he adored. 

He continued to pump his fingers inside you, letting you whimper and whine like the mess you were for him, your cunt getting wetter as he continued to journey his fingers inside of you, using his thumb to give your clit a cursory swirl to send you over the edge; you felt your back arch as you released a low groan that begged him to provide you with more. Filling the air with more of your neediness.

“Fuck,” you pant as you picture Satoru’s face; you feel a sense of frustration that you couldn’t see him, but also frisson pass through your body as your covered senses allowed the intermingling of imagination and feeling, allowing it to intertwine into an ached feeling of your core tightening. 

“How cute… So desperate for me,” a low tone was laced within those words as he watched your thighs shake and tremble at his touch, quickening the way he swirled his thumb around your sensitive bundle of nerves, continuing to intrude his fingers inside of your wet aching hole. It was so easy to make you gasp, to make you scream his name like an ever-fixed prayer on your tongue. 

Every fuck, Satoru, oh god, just made his need for you grow even more, the way you could only release short curses and pants out with your inability to intertwine words into formulaic language as he continued to finger fuck you in the right spot, curling his fingers along your walls, making sure you couldn’t see anything he was doing as he used his spare hand to tug down your blindfold that you were already squirming out of place. 

Afterwards, he decided to treat your desperation, making you release a high-pitched pornographic moan as you felt him lick a strip of your pussy before he circled his tongue along your sensitive spot, sucking hungrily on your clit as he continued to fill your hole with his fingers, adding a third digit, stretching your tight pussy out to accommodate for his later activity with you. 

“Be a good girl and hold still… You want to feel good, right?” he quickly uttered as his fingertips pressed into your thighs. You continued to move and wriggle in reaction to your overwhelming feelings as he touched you in all the right places—as he always did. 

Your heartbeat quickened, feeling it pound and bang within the chamber of your chest, a pit in your stomach forming as you thought yourself about to let go, feeling a sensation of orgasm and release about to erupt the more he played with you; feeling his actions, hearing those words, letting your imagination fill in the gaps were only helping to carry you into the motions and let you chase your high.

He could catch onto this; you two had been dating for a while, and he knew your body language well, almost too well; he latched onto your quickened breathing patterns, knowing your moans became more frequent and craved when you were close to your limit, with that knowledge, he taunted you by moving his fingers and tongue away, a low toned laugh erupting from him as he watched your disappointment, watching you move your head around as you scrunched your nose up from him leaving you without your high. 

“Satoru… Why did you stop? Please… I wanna… I want to…” 

“Come on, get the words out,” he teased you gently. “You don’t need me to finish your sentence, sweetheart; you can do that yourself…” He knew how good he was at making you melt with just a few words. 

“I want to feel you again… Don’t stop,” you muttered. 

You heard the sound of fabric drop to the floor, feeling his hardened cock press against your folds, feeling his warm tip already spilling in precum from just touching and tasting you; he was ready to feel you but loved to indulge in hearing your pleas as his eyes continued to fawn over your body, leaving your form under scrutiny and his control. 

He pressed his fingers at the base of his shaft as he pushed the head to smooth alongside your wet folds. 

“Please, please, please… I need it so much,” you continued to beg as you felt him press himself in only a little. Having absolutely no self-respect as you continued to rely on his touch to make it all right. You felt his heat against your entrance as you bit your lip in waiting, a vision of darkness making your core continue to tighten as you were in a perpetual state of oblivion and imagination; he glanced up at you before pushing himself inside of you, his body shuddering as he felt your tight, needy, walls envelop him, drawing out a low and sensual groan that made his head kick back momentarily. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, “You feel… so… so good,” he growled as he continued to push himself inside of you; he could feel you grab onto his forearms and cry out for him as he filled that needy slot that ached for him, his thick length stretching you out and bashing against your bruised cervix, his hard and quick movements hitting all the right spots. 

You whimper under his touch as your hands continue to squeeze and press tightly around his arms. 

“You’re doing so well; you can take it, all of it,” you felt his warm breath lay on the shell of your ear as you heard him whisper as he continued to pound into you, “Take it for me like you always do, like you always want to,” he continued to buck his hips deeper and deeper, the sound of his skin slapping against yours as his movements continued to pull whines and whimpers from both of your mouths, the atmosphere’s sound full of desperation and neediness for one another. 

Your legs winded around Satoru’s waist, your body bouncing against his cock, kicking your head back and looking into the darkened vision as you felt his large erection thrust against your tightened walls to your limit, his hand smoothing over your breasts and torso as he watched your vulnerable frame take everything he gave to you. 

He groaned as his hands instantly jumped to reach and fondle your breasts, using his knees underneath your thighs to arch your back even further to fuck you deeper, flicking your nipple simultaneously with his thumb and index finger rolling the hardened bud as he rhythmically made you his with his moving hips. 

You inhaled sharply, feeling the heavy presence of countless orgasms course through you as your mind continued to race, squeezing onto the bedsheets and squeezing your eyes under the cloth, feeling him bend over for something and making your brows furrow as your imaginations couldn’t keep up with his actions… Taken by surprise at the sudden feeling of a cold spiking sensation glide along your skin. 

Oh, how he loved your sharp inhale, the way your pants became broken from your continuous stream of erotic sounds, the enigmatic feel that pressed along your torso and made your core tighten at the feeling.

He loved how you were restless underneath him. 

He had looked over, previously, at the glass of water at the bedside table, the icecubes inside of it becoming a catalyst for Satoru’s thoughts to think about what it would be like to make you shake not just from him, but have you shocked from your oblivious state, putting all your trust in him and not being able to conceive the thought, but like the cube of ice, you melted as you felt the mix of sensations all along you. 

You loved it. Well, that word was an understatement for how you squeezed your legs around him tighter and begged for him more and more like the needy girl you were for him and only him. 

You felt a shiver run down your spine that dived straight to your shaking thighs. You couldn’t see it, but Satoru played a smirk at the corner of his lips as he watched your body shudder, growing accustomed to feeling the cold sensation smooth over your hardened bud and torso, mixed with the pool of warmth in your inner thighs as he was continued to fuck your wet cunt. 

“Good girl, you’re doing so well for me,” he praised. 

The cube was pressed against your already hardened nipple, making your back arch, as well as your core and thighs, squeeze tight around Satoru, this unusual sensation getting you all worked up and making you release rapid, laboured breaths as your body continued to be bounced on his cock. He didn’t give you a second to adjust as he rolled it down to drip its remains on your stomach, after letting it drip along your throbbing and puffy clit; your toes curling through the fluctuation of temperature and stimulation all over your body—he loved to spoil his special girl. You felt yourself release all over his length, making such a pretty mess. 

“Feels… fuck… feel’s so good,” you could honestly feel that taunting smirk go through your body with his cold, piercing stare, accompanied by his spare hand drilling his fingertips into your waist as his thrusts were becoming lazily sloppy, getting to his limit. 

He got his final movements out before he felt his muscles tighten and let a deep guttural moan escape into the room’s atmosphere, filling you up with a pool of warmth that spilled all along your walls, trickling down to your shaking thighs. 

He panted as he caught his breath, recovering from his chased release, removing your blindfold with a quick motion and watching you all blushy and flustered: “Fuck… I love you,” he said as he looked into your recovering eyes. 

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a/n: This is my first jjk oneshot that I have been putting off for some time while I did my exams and papers but I am glad I can finally post it. I have posted loads of fanfic, but I always get so nervous when I post new material for a new fandom I have entered. Love you all, having a lovely day/night *kiss kiss*

[mxrecg]

True Love vs Infatuation | Gojo x Reader

Summary: Gojo loves nothing more than spending time with you, even if it only consists of doing the most mundane of things. It wasn't until today, you realized just how much Gojo Satoru loves you.

Pairing: High School Gojo x YN

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Word Count: 2.4k

A/n: Imma be so honest idk wtf this is but I wrote it a hellaaa long time ago. So bc JJK s2 is out I thought why not post this drabble I wrote a long ass time ago. I also genuinely think this prolly isn't how canon Gojo would act but bruh I tried!! Anyways enjoy

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Incandescent fireflies painted the dark sky with small flakes of light, creating an enriched serene atmosphere for reading. 

So there you sat cross-legged, outside your balcony, fully engrossed by the book you were reading. 

You slowly became hypnotised by the words allocated within the pages of the novel you were reading.

As your eyes further loomed through the pages and comprehended the context, your eyebrows furrowed in irritation and cuss words occasionally left your lips. 

Lost and captivated by the words decorating the interior pages of the book, you paid no mind to the snoring boy who laid down on your lap. 

You continued reading the story. Book in your dominant hand; whereas, the other one gently massaged the scalp of the teenage boy on your lap. 

Page after page began to turn, and soon enough you’ve reached the final page… to say you were disappointed was an understatement. 

Angered at the ending, you immediately slammed the book down on a coffee table and debated on whether or not you should ignite it on fire for illustrating such a realistic yet heartbreaking ending. 

Your sudden outburst lured the teenage boy out of his sleep, and he groaned, carelessly rubbing his eyes during his tired state. 

“Did one of your favourite manga boys die again?” he asked, now fully sitting up and stretching his arms. 

“You’re not entirely wrong,” you aggravatedly muttered. 

“Then tell me what’s aggravating your pretty self and giving you wrinkles,” he stated and you didn’t even bother showing your irritation to the latter comment. 

You took a deep breath, turned your head and he watched as your eyes became livid as you recited the vast difference of each character’s milieu and how their fate perfectly intertwined with one another. 

Your hands doing all sorts of motions, in an attempt to exemplify your extreme dislike and sadness of the poetic story you read. 

A story involving two individuals who unconsciously were ameliorating each other’s lives.

“It’s infuriating Satoru!! Did these two airheads even love each other?? It hasn’t even been like 24 hours and the girl is already marrying the man who was bawling his eyes over another girl- love of my life my ass,”

Satoru listened to your outburst intently, smiling at the sounds of your melodic voice. 

You let out a small huff of frustration, before finally ending your rant and the tears suddenly cascaded down your pale skin, “That being said, the author is able to write damn well.” 

Satoru only laughed quietly, wiping away your stray tears with his right hand, “I thought you hated sad romantic books? Why would you willingly choose to read Shakespere? At least watch the movie instead,” he replied and began playing with your hair. 

His reply caught you off guard and you tilted your head in confusion, staring at him with wide eyes. 

“You know what book I’m talking about?” you asked incredulously.  

“Yes… why do you look so shocked?” he asked, continuing to brush the threads of your h/l h/c hair, “It’s Romeo and Juliet, how could I not know? I swear Shoto was straight up fangirling about the movie actor-Da Vinci!!” 

“Da Vinci?” you replied, flicking his forehead and trying to hide your growing amusement, causing the man to pout his lips, “How the hell would a painter act? A dead painter at that.”

“No- no Leonardo Da Vinci the actor-”

It took every fibre in you to not burst out laughing at the moron in front of you, “My love, listen to me carefully- it's Di Caprio. Da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa.” 

The man in front of you scoffed at your reply. 

“Da Vinci. Di Caprio, who cares. They’re both Leo’s involved in the art industry of the world. You must admit though, neither of them compare to me!” he said proudly. 

“I don’t know…. Leonardo Di Caprio does seem to have a lot of fangirls right now…. I mean have you seen him in Romeo and Juliet? Or better yet, Titanic?”

The man only poked the interior of his cheek with his tongue, scowling at you as you laughed. 

“The real question is though- did you read the book?”

“Yes,” he let out, not missing a beat. 

“The Satoru Gojo reads? The world must be ending,” you teased, clasping one of his hands and using your other hand to caress his cheek. 

Satoru didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned into your hand and softly smiled. 

His eyes soon twinkled into amusement, as an idea struck him. 

Noticing the change of his behaviour, you lifted an eyebrow to display your confusion. Satoru remained silent and instead flipped you over, so that your back was pressed against the couch. 

He smirked, straddling your hips and began tickling your sides. 

Squirming under his touch, you burst into fits of laughter, “T-toru…. S-stop….” you tried to breathe out, “Gojo- p-please hahahaha.”

Your pleas only encouraged him to tickle you faster, and you soon began to kick your feet, thrashing beneath the man as if your strength could overpower his. 

“Say Gojo Satoru is the strongest person in the world,” he smiled, continuing his attack. 

“I’d rather die,” you said in between heaps of laughter.

The man poked the interior of his cheek before smirking at you, a playful smile adorning his face as he continued with his attack. 

“Being tickled to death. Hm that seems new, I’ll discard your body so don’t worry, suit yourself,” he replied and grazed his fingers at your newly exposed skin, since your shirt slowly began to ride up above your navel. 

“Ok ok… Gojo… is the… strongest person….” 

“Go on, continue,” he encouraged. 

Despite the laughter escaping your lips, forcing your eyes shut, you already sensed the cockiness behind his words and you immediately laughed harder when you thought of something that would catch him off guard. 

“Gojo- i-is… the… strongest….” you stuttered out. 

“Altogether, now, state the full name,” he stated. Although, it seemed more like a command than a request. 

“OK!! Gojo Y/n is the strongest person in the world,” you spurred out in one quick breath. 

Impressed with the turn of events and his lack of words, you could not help but smirk- considering you made this cocky guy lose his demeanour. 

His tickling immediately ceased, his irises resembling a deer caught in the headlights, and his mouth slowly falling open. 

Gojo was in disbelief, as he tried to ensure his hearing wasn’t deteriorating and the words that escaped your mouth not too long ago were not a part of his mere illusive imagination.

Before he could recover and say some snide snarky remark, you grabbed Satoru’s shirt, pulling him down with you against the cushions of the couch you resided on. 

The action took him by surprise, but he didn't refuse and instead grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him, with his arms eventually caging you beneath him. 

He licked your bottom lip, and you found yourself parting your mouth slightly, both your tongues intertwining with one another. 

Caressing your cheek, he then began to angle your head more towards the left, and did not hesitate to bite your bottom lip shortly after. 

You hissed at the new sensation, and Gojo immediately attempted to alleviate the now burning sensation on your lips by running his lips over the new forming bruise. 

You were the first to pull back to breathe. As the both of you attempted to even out your breathing, one of your hands caressed his dusted pink cheeks, while the other one removed his sunglasses, revealing those piercing icy blue eyes you fell in love with. 

He looked at you with such love and adoration that you could not help but feel butterflies swarming around your stomach. 

Your e/c eyes looked up at his illuminating bright blue ones and you smiled, “I’m the strongest person in the world, Toru.”

“That you are,” he replied, kissing your nose. 

“You’re not even going to rebuttal and be the cocky bastard you usually are?” You questioned him, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re the strongest… The strongest doesn’t necessarily mean having the most power. It’s your character. Plus you got me… not just anyone could make me fall in love with them. You have my tall ass whipped around your finger.” 

You stared at your boyfriend, in awe and bursted out laughing. “We’re both strong. How about that?” 

“Mhm. We’re the top two strongest special grade sorcerers to exist, and for the next century to come” he muttered and buried himself into your neck, as he was now fully lying down on you. 

You laughed at his reply, “Your best friend might not like that statement so much,” 

“... I mean you’re also my best friend and technically you’re stronger than him, not by a longshot but still stronger nonetheless… and I couldn’t be more proud of you,” he mumbled and kissed your neck. 

You quietly hummed in reply, and began to softly hymn the songs of a soft lullaby.

Satoru was still lying on top of you, and as the melody escaped your lips, your fingers threaded his soft white hair. 

Gojo Satoru was at peace. This cocky bastard was like putty in your hands, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

To others his exterior forecasted a childish, arrogant and conceited individual. One who would blatantly show his dislike to those who he did not give an ounce of care for. 

And to the shaman and other sorcerers who only knew his name, he was a force to be reckoned with and feared. 

But to you, he was only Gojo Satoru. 

“Y/n?” he called out softly. 

“Yeah?” 

“You know, I love you, right?” his face may have been hiding in your neck, but you could feel him smiling. 

You raised an eyebrow at his sudden comment, but even you couldn’t stop the smile threatening to form, “I know. And I love you too, forever and always,” 

“You didn’t lie though earlier,” he randomly stated, “One day, your new name will become Gojo Y/n.”

“Satoru…” you whispered, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall. 

“One day, I’ll marry you… and when we’re older you'll become the mother of our children.”

“One day Satoru, one day,” you replied, kissing his temple. “By the way, since when did you even read- romance books?” 

You felt his breathing hitch and he slowly pried himself off of you, aimlessly scratching the back of his head. 

“Uhm… like two years ago?” 

“Why though?”

“About two years ago,  there was a new transfer student. I noticed she was eloquently spoken, especially in English-”

“Eloquently spoken??” You asked, trying to suppress your laughter. 

“Shut up and let me finish,”

You covered your mouth and smiled. 

“Anyways, I was coming back from a mission and stuffing my face with an assortment of sweets. Then I heard you and Shoko talking about romance novels, and how you liked guys that read… so the first book I picked up was some corny romance manga and then I read Romeo and Juliet. Shitty book that I barely understood but happy ending I guess.” 

“So you only started reading because you overheard me talk about it?” you pinched his cheeks, “Aw, first year Gojo Satoru was so whipped and in love, how sweet” 

Satoru only rolled his eyes at your statement, and you bursted out laughing as you remembered his attempts to woo you back in your first year. 

“I thought you barely had any hobbies?” you asked. 

“I don’t. Because I’m good at everything.” 

“Yet you still chose to pick up reading of all things?” you slightly laughed. 

“I would pick up any hobby if you asked me to, honestly.”

“No offence, but if that is where you got your romance from you did a shitty job, love.” you giggled. 

“Ouch,” he replied,  “But hey it went pretty well, you’re mine now anyways.” 

 “That you are,” You replied, kissing his nose. “So if you read the book and I assume you also watched the movie, do you understand my pain?” 

“100% Romeo is an airhead. He was probably just horny and infatuated with the first female he saw,” he bluntly stated and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud, Satoru joining in on your laughter. 

As your laughs began to die down he continued, “On a serious note though… Whether or not it was love, their actions prove that they did love each other. I guess love really does make you blind, their suicide only proved that.”

“Tragic ending?” 

“Not really… in a way, I believe it’s a happy ending- that is, assuming those two airheads were actually in love with each other.”

“Did you not hear me muttering cuss words when reading and slamming the book? If you asked me, that book was nothing but aggravating and sad.” 

“Sad as their death was, it was a happy ending. They claimed to have met their soulmate and the love of their life before they died. Not everyone gets that luxury you know?” 

You looked at your boyfriend with both amazement and confusion, “Since when were you so wise?” 

“I don’t even know, love. But I’m not wrong…. Our story would be much happier though, because neither of us are gonna die.”

“You spoke nothing but the truth,” you quietly replied and the two of you began leaning into each other once again. 

“Who knew Satoru could be such a wise lil baby,” said a voice, laughing. 

The two of you immediately pulled away, and looked up to see no one other than Geto Suguru, the poor third wheeler of your relationship. 

“Suguru… how long have you been there for?” you asked. 

“Enough to know that this man loves you way too much… to the point where he knows his feelings for you aren’t infatuation but solid feelings.” 

While you were a blushing mess, Gojo only smiled and smacked his best friend on his back, “Okay enough chit chat, why don’t we all get something to eat, yeah? I suggest-” 

“Steak. We’re eating steak tonight at that new restaurant. You both are paying. It’s the least you could do for making me witness such crap.” 

“You’re just mad because you’re single, bro”

“Ain’t that the truth,” you agreed. 

“Shut the actual fuck, both of you lovebirds.”

The three of you then laughed and made your way to the restaurant of Suguru’s choice.

A/n: So any thoughts? I hope you all liked it <3 Ngl, this does have another part to it, but idk if I'll ever post it tbh. Follow me on my ao3 account I have other ffs there too @idekmxre

[pengujoon]

LOVE, GIVE ME YOUR HAND

cont. gojo x reader, fluff. pda pda pda. mentions of love and sweetheart. established relationship!au, they’re on a train. he asked for her hand (literally or in marriage?). intentional lowercase.

a/n. i was screaming the entire time i wrote this. ahhhhhh

amidst the bustling crowd on the crowded train to kyoto, you and gojo found yourselves standing side by side, the hum of conversations and the rhythmic sway of the train creating a soothing atmosphere.

his fingers lightly brushed against your waist, pulling you even closer to him amidst the press of the crowd. gojo, listening to music with one of his earbuds, turned to you, his sapphire blue eyes glowing with a beautiful intensity. he flashed a mischievous grin, his hand slipping down to find yours.

“love," he whispered, his voice a low, inviting murmur, "can you give me your hand?"

confused, you extended your right hand to him, the back of your hand facing upwards. as he held your hand, his thumb brushed gently over your knuckles, his touch sending tingles up your arm.

a frown was evident on your face as you tried to depict his next moves, but you gave no extra thought to his question, thinking it was just one of his other shenanigans.

but gojo's other hand gently cupped your chin, tilting it upwards.

your eyes widen in surprise as his face inched closer, and before you can fully comprehend what's happening, his lips met yours in a tender, unexpected kiss. his lips were warm and tender, pressing against yours with a delicate urgency.

the world around you seems to fade away, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, lost in the sweetness of the stolen kiss. when he finally pulls away, you're left breathless and bewildered.

“um? didn't you ask for my hand?" you stammered, your face flushed with a pleasant surprise.

“oh, i will, sweetheart,” he whispered by your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand, his fingers tracing light patterns on your skin, his eyes glistening with love as he looked into your very own.

“soon, my love.”

gojo become real pls

[meowkunas]

"Come here." Yuji slips a hand onto the small of your back and tries to bring you next to him instead of letting you trail along behind him. The crowd surrounding you doesn't let him.

"You okay?" You mumble, somehow managing to bump your shoulder against his. You're used to Yuji's doting by now, but he's strangely focused on you today.

He doesn't respond. The noise of the crowd seems to disappear into the background as you catch sight of his facial expression — a tenseness between his brows and a vacant look in his eyes, plus he's not even looking in your direction. It's a sign that he's been running on autopilot with you for at least the past ten minutes. You curse yourself for not noticing it sooner.

You try again. "Yuji?"

"Huh?" He turns back to meet your gaze. Whatever internal stress he's been working through is replaced quickly with a smile. You wouldn't have known he was faking if you hadn't caught his facial expression before. How many times have you missed something like this? "Just don't want to lose you in the crowd!" He says cheerfully, curling his hand into your shirt and then splaying his fingers out repeatedly. A nervous action. One of many that you're still figuring out.

"Yuji." You say, managing to guide him through the crowd to a quieter corner. "Are you okay?"

He hesitates and his gaze shifts from your face to a spot behind you. "Mm."

"That's not an answer."

"I know, I know! I'm just thinking."

"About?"

Yuji shrugs his shoulders, shifting his gaze away.

Don't do this. You want to say. Please burden me with whatever it is you're worried about. Please don't—

It feels difficult to swallow. "Do you want to just go watch a movie instead?"

"No way!" His eyes are wide, almost panicked. "You've been wanting to go to that dessert place forever."

Shaking your head, you reach forward and cup his cheeks between your palms, squishing slightly so that he's forced to look at you. "And it'll still be there tomorrow, and hopefully, the day after." You pause, whispering your next words. "Not asking for me right now, Yuji. Do you want to go today? Right now?"

He seems to deflate slightly at your question, but hesitantly and so slowly, he shakes his head. You catch his eyes flicker and you know he's about to come up with an apology, churned from the guilt he feels from burdening you with this, and perhaps, for wrenching away whatever happy moment he thinks he's stolen away from you.

"Okay." You say, simply.

Sometimes it's impossible to tell what he's thinking. Sometimes he gets very quiet and vulnerable. Being constantly loud and friendly covers that stark difference a bit too obviously. It's at times like this that you wish you could say the words directly into his brain so he gets it quicker.

I'm here. I'm here. Yuji, focus. I'm here. There's only so much you can do.

"Let's go." You murmur, sliding your hand into his.

This will have to do.

[rahuratna]

Nanami Kento: Relationship Headcanons (now a fic), Part 7

Contents: relationship, establishing feelings, slow burn, office kisses.

Warning: Things get a little ... spicier from here on out. Content warnings will be given for the relevant chapters.

You lingered with him in the little alcove, listening to the rhythm of his breath in the grooves of your ear. You lingered on the stairs leading back to the car. You traced the elusive outline of his fingers with yours, again and again, committing them to memory. There were no words passed between the two of you, from the moment he'd kissed you outside the restaurant, until you parted ways outside your apartment. There was no need for words. Neither of you wanted to break the spell that this evening had cast upon you.

When he finally said goodbye, the hoarseness of his voice, the softness of it, was enough to tell you how much he wanted, how much leaving you there was costing him. It was the same in your mind, of course. Discipline, control over desires, the measuring of love in increments until some vital point was reached, what was the need for it all?

You'd happily open your front door to him, lead him into a place you'd make sure he'd never want to leave. And yet, there was still something holding you back. It must be the same for him. Something that had been slinging you both in natural trajectories, the orbit of celestial bodies that slowly swayed each other's tides until the season came for you to be closer than ever.

You could be patient for this. You could watch this sweet, gentle unfolding between the two of you, as patiently as a predator in ambush. If nature was to take its course, then it was well worth the wait.

The way Kento walked you to your door without touching you, but then snatched up your fingers and pressed them to his lips, told you how much he valued your time together. It wasn't so much that he had kissed your fingers, it was more like he was committing the feel of them to his lips, as if he'd drink from the sensation on every night he'd spend without you.

Until the night it wouldn't be necessary any longer.

He began to make an effort, of course, to bind your lives more fully together. The things that were important to him were things he wanted to share with you. Sometimes, those moments of sharing were performed unconsciously on his part, in ways that made you want to take his face between your palms and plant soft kisses on his eyelids.

On one fateful afternoon, he'd purchased some specialty mochi from a store near where he'd been posted for duty. He knew how much you loved them freshly made, with red bean filling.

You hadn't seen him for almost a week at this point, messaging him regularly to check up on his safety and whether he was eating and sleeping on time. He always replied promptly, unless deeply occupied with something.

When he strode into your office that evening, the small parcel in one hand, tie slightly askew, you knew he'd rushed to catch the last train to be here. Jujutsu Tech vehicles were not always on call at this time. You stood and beamed at him, watching his shoulders relax and the tension that hung about his face disappear.

At work, you both were very careful to keep gestures of affection to a minimum. Not that you were concealing what was growing between you. It was simply a matter of not wanting anyone else to intrude on the moments between you that were truly special. Nanami couldn't help himself, though.

Drawn across the room, as if in each other's magnetic pull, you both met halfway, his hands coming up to enclose your own. You gently extricated one of them and brushed it lightly over his forehead, smoothing out some of the lines there.

"What's this in the bag?"

"Mochi. The kind you like."

"You should have gone home and rested. The mochi could wait."

The soft smile you were giving him took the edge off your strict words.

"Hmm. But it was fresh. I saw them stocking the shelves."

"Come, sit. I'll make you some tea."

He sank onto the couch set to one side of the room with a sigh, loosening his tie. Unable to help yourself, now that he was in your presence, you traced the line of his jaw delicately on your way to the kettle. Kento leaned slightly into your touch. He didn't have to tell you how much he'd missed you.

The kettle was soon boiling merrily while you prepared the cups and saucers. You kept many different tea blends in your office, and you knew, by now, which ones he preferred. You could feel his gaze tracing down, over your shoulders and back, down to your hips and then to your fingers on the smooth porcelain.

He insisted that the mochi was for you, and that he wouldn't eat any of it. Kento could be as stubborn as a bull when it came to things like this. Sighing slightly, you took a sip of your own tea, then a bite of the mochi, Kento's eyes now following the shape of your lips over the rim of his cup.

You almost choked.

Now this was unexpected. Glancing down, you desperately fought the urge to burst into laughter when you realized what had happened. He'd purchased mochi filled with natto instead of red beans. In his rush, he must have got them mixed. Natto wasn't a common filling either, but this was a specialty shop, so it must have been made on the day.

"Something wrong?"

"Not at all. They're so soft and fresh. It's been a while since I've had any like this."

"Oh?"

He looked so pleased with himself that you silently patted yourself on the back for managing to conceal that so well. At that moment, the door to the office burst open and Gojo strolled in. Tall and charismatic as ever, he glanced around, gaze almost traveling right over you as he focused on the target of his attention.

"Nanami! Why are you holed up in here? I've been looking for you all over. Where's the report?"

The tension lines on Kento's forehead were back in full force.

"I'm attempting to sit down and take a break after a long day, as you can clearly see."

Gojo grinned and knocked Kento's knee with his shin.

"Okay, Mister Grump. But where's the report?"

"Filed with Ijichi, obviously. I always send my paperwork in first thing. You know this."

Gojo clicked his tongue and Kento's eye twitched alarmingly.

"Why you gotta be so proper. Now I have to go find Ijichi."

"You could have - "

"Ooohh, what's this?"

To your immense alarm, Gojo had spotted the mochi. Everyone and their grandmother knew about the special grade sorcerer's penchant for all things sweet. You attempted to push them aside slowly.

"Uh, you don't want these. They're - "

"Huh?" He pointed at you, scandalized. "Are you trying to keep them all to yourself?"

"What? No, I - "

Kento stood and folded his arms in a manner that showed just how much he meant business.

"Gojo, leave those mochi alone."

"Oh hell no. You go all the way to the mochi store I've been dying to go to all week, and you don't even get me any? What kind of friend are you?"

Before either of you could stop him (for very different reasons) he grabbed one of the mochi and popped it into his mouth. He chewed happily before stopping suddenly, face crumpling, gagging slightly.

"What the hell? Why is there natto in these?"

Kento turned, very slowly, in your direction. Studiously avoiding his gaze, you cleared your throat.

"That was at my request. I love natto mochi. That's why I tried to stop you from eating them."

Grabbing your half-full cup of tea, Gojo took a large gulp in an attempt to wash away the flavour.

"Natto mochi? Why? Just .... why? Oh, never mind. Thanks for trying to stop me anyway. Oi, Nanamin, you owe me some strawberry mochi for next time, okay?"

So saying, the whirlwind that was Gojo exited your office, footsteps shuffling away on the floor outside. You examined your fingernails. Kento's gaze was burning into the back of your head.

"Ahem. Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"No?"

"Why didn't you tell me these were natto?"

"I like natto."

"Liar."

You huffed out a small laugh, finally meeting his disapproving expression with a mischievous one.

"Fine. I'm not a fan of natto. But you were so happy to give them to me, Kento. I just wanted to see you smiling and looking relaxed for a change, so I - "

Before you could utter another word, he had plucked the glasses away from his face with a decisive motion and taken two strides into your space, his arms coming up and surrounding you in an embrace that pulled you like a vice into his chest.

"Kento?"

Your voice was a little shaky, not in an unpleasant way, as he leaned forward without hesitation, tilting his head. You swiftly dodged away, your breathless laugh mingling with his own unsteady breathing.

"The door isn't closed all the way. And I've just... wait! I've just eaten natto, you - "

His mouth was positively hungry on yours this time. Regardless of whatever flavour was lingering there, he was pushing you back until the desk collided with your thighs, his hand coming up to grasp and tilt your face until your mouth fell open helplessly against his. He was licking into you like a man starved, pausing in between to whisper to you about how he'd missed you, how he wanted you, how you looked so beautiful today and now his lips were on your throat, then on your mouth again, teeth knocking against yours, clumsy in his passion. There was something so fierce, uncontrolled, so primal about the way he was touching you, as if every restraint he had placed on himself (and by extension, yourself) had come crashing down among the rapidly narrowing spaces between your bodies.

Your hands were on his shoulders, and it probably looked as if you were trying to push him off you, but you were actually bracing yourself as something warm and molten started to run straight down the middle of your body, making you hyper-sensitive to his touch, to the feel of him on you. He was so large, so warm, so solid, the ripple of sinew against underlying muscle so evident under your fingers. You could run your hands over him like this forever, mapping out every new delight he laid bare for you.

Something like sanity was beginning to make itself known to the both of you now, the awareness of where you were, of the rules of propriety, and Kento removed his mouth from yours with a twist of his neck, looking away from you, breathing hard. He was now murmuring a soft apology, but you weren't having it. You covered his mouth with your hand and tugged slightly, making him look at you again, forcing him to take in your appearance, as he'd left you. He was none the better.

You removed your hand and took him in, the flushed cheeks, the blonde strands coming down around his ears, the glazed molten honey of his eyes and moistened lips. This man was so beautiful, he'd be the death of you. You told him so, and he gave a small, slightly disbelieving chuckle. But you let him read the truth in your regard of him all the same, the way you were drinking in the sight of him.

If you didn't know any better, you'd say Kento was overcome with a little shyness then. He lowered his face and his nose found purchase on your collarbone. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly, but gently. After a few moments of him basking in your embrace, he pulled away and cleared his throat, smoothing out his shirt. You took in a steadying breath and did the same to your own rumpled appearance.

He spent the remainder of your shift seated at a safe distance behind the other desk in the room, using the desktop PC to order up a replacement for his leather blade holster that was showing signs of wear. At times, your eyes would catch his, regarding you with a certain kind of tenderness in the dim glow of the office lamps. That expression was new. You delighted in it, as you did in every new aspect of himself he revealed to you.

When your shift ended, he insisted on walking you to the train.

Of course, he apologizes for his behaviour later. Even though the thought has long since ceased to bother you, he has been going over it in his mind, as you expected. He was the one who initiated the kiss in your office, after all. When you arrive home, warm up the food you'd pre-prepared in the fridge and finish with your bath, your phone is lit up with a small, insistent reminder.

Unable to help the small laugh that escapes you, you read his message.

"I don't know what came over me earlier. Please pardon my behaviour. I'm not offering excuses, but I did miss your presence."

The infinite sweetness that wells up inside you threatens to have you type something that you might want to take back. Like inviting him over so that he can fall asleep in your lap while your fingers card through his soft hair.

"Please don't apologize. I enjoyed that as much as you did, and you know it."

"You did?"

"Absolutely."

There is a pause before his next message.

"I did miss you."

"I missed you terribly, Kento. Was it a tough week?"

"Not difficult. Just draining. On surveillance."

"Please go to sleep soon."

"Are you already tired of me?"

"Are you already being melodramatic?"

"Nobody has ever called me melodramatic before."

"You just hide it well."

"As well as my desire to hold you?"

Your fingers still for a moment. How brazen.

"Not as much as my desire to kiss you all over your handsome face."

"You find me handsome?"

You can clearly picture that subtly pleased expression of his and almost roll your eyes. Of course Kento wouldn't take much note of his own appearance.

"Can you think of anyone who wouldn't find you handsome?"

"That's a matter of perspective."

"Name one. Go on."

"Gojo."

"Now you're playing dangerous games."

"How so?"

"If he were to receive an anonymous email asking him to sing praises to your beauty all week ... "

"All right. I take it back."

"Too late. Now go to sleep."

"Have mercy on me."

There is a small pause before his next reply comes.

"Goodnight, my darling."

For a long time, before you go to sleep, your heart hums a pleasant, warm rhythm to that word.

@tsukimefuku @kentocalls @actuallysaiyan @g-kleran

[reignpage]

You Jealous?

Smau: in which they're a little too close to another girl Warning: cursing, sexual innuendos, angst, hurt to comfort, established relationship, typos Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Toji, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna

Pt 2 with the jjk boys

[thejujvtsupost]

You Caught A Cold

💗 Established relationships, sick!reader, fluffy cuteness 💗

Please ignore any typos I’m just a 24 year old girl 😭

smau masterlist

🏷️: @pixelcafe-network

Divider: @thecutestgrotto

[2hightocare]

INFATUATED!

“In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman.” — mini series ❦︎

Synopsis: The feeling of finding a person who makes your tummy do cartwheels everyday, no matter what the situation is.

Pairings: nonidol!jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings: super cute duper fluff, jk being the epitome of every girls dream man. Argument, oc crying, Jungkook wasting money on oc, banter, cussing, flirting. Js super cute cliché shit…

a/n: they’re my babies… they’re so ‘tear in my heart’ coded but after this I might be inactive. I have a paper due in three weeks 10 pages long so…. Plus in my free time I’m working on a series that I will drop the teaser and aesthetic maybe later or tmr🤍🤍🤍 enjoy!! Kithes.

Falling in love with Jungkook was so easy that it scared you. He did everything right, and whenever there was something wrong, he would do anything in his power to make it right. You thought it was too good to be true, and he would just disappear into angel dust if you blinked too fast.

“How do you feel?” Your boyfriend moves your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead in the process. “Warm.” You talk about the fever you have. The covers that were wrapped tightly around you are shredded from you. “Hey!” You pout, shaking from how cold you feel even though the air is off and it’s not cold. “You’re not going to get better, baby.” He pouts back at you, holding the covers tightly on his chest as you try to fight back for it.

“I'm freezing,” you whine, your eyelids fluttering shut as his palm touches your face.

“You’re burning, baby,” he lets you know while sighing.

You had gotten sick yesterday, which had started with a sore throat. You had thought when you would have woken up today it would’ve been gone; spoiler: it got worse.

Jungkook makes his way to his kitchen, opening up the gray cabinet in front of him. He pulls out the tray filled with medicine his mom gave him whenever he moved out around four years ago. He pops open the pill container, taking two small white round pills out before grabbing a water bottle and making his way to you, who’s curled up on his couch.

Jungkook feels like shit whenever he can’t do anything to make you feel better. It didn’t matter what it was; he would do anything in his power to make you feel better. Seeing you sick, your face red from how hot you are, your eyes closed, and curled up from how cold you felt had him thinking that if he could take away your sickness and be sick instead, Jungkook would choose that option in an instant.

He hands you the pills and the water bottle and watches you take them one by one. He remembers when you gawked at him when he took 4 pills at once and learned that you have a fear of the pill going down the wrong tube.

He also remembers that you prefer pills and injections instead of just medicine syrup. Which baffled him, to say the least; how could someone prefer an injection instead of just strawberry-flavored syrup? He laughed at you, which you just shrugged because it was the truth; you preferred to get poked by a needle than just drinking something.

“That’s actually crazy.” Jungkook throws his head backwards as a laugh rips out of his chest. “It’s nasty. I don’t care what flavor it is. I would literally throw it up.” You scrunch your nose, remembering the taste of the medicines your parents literally shoved down your throat so you could get better.

“Don’t get me started on how anything medicine strawberry flavored gives me PTSD till this day.” You shiver from the thought, which has your boyfriend laughing at you.

“I can’t breathe,” you say, your voice scratchy from your sore throat as you breathe from your mouth. “I should’ve enjoyed breathing when I could,” you joke, watching your boyfriend's eyes twinkle. They had a small glimmer to them, making you wonder how that could possibly happen and why you haven't seen it before with anyone else.

Jungkook had no clue how he ended up here… with a girl he met in a chemistry class that accidentally dropped sulfuric acid all over the floor alongside the beaker smashing into tiny pieces. He watched how your eyes widened as a small piece of your hair dropped beautifully in front of your face out of the low ponytail. You had tied it with a blue latex glove as a hair tie since you didn’t have one after no one in class had one to let you borrow.

That was two years ago; now here he was taking care of you as you struggled to breathe from your congested nose.

“Can I get my blanket back?” You pout at him, which he only shook his head with a chuckle.

….

“Get whatever you want,” Jungkook gave your ass a little tap as you entered the makeup store, your eyes widening from excitement. “Don’t say stuff like that,” you give him a look, which has him tilting your face up with his hand.

“Why, baby?” He chuckles, pecking your pouted lips.

“Because it makes me feel things, duh,” you whisper into his lips. He smiles into your mouth. His lip piercing sends cold shocks through your body that has you playfully shoving him away, remembering where you guys are.

“Get whatever you want, and then we can go to the bookstore,” Jungkook picks up the black and white striped little Sephora bag before pointing in front of you to walk.

You giggled as you started looking for the things that have been sitting in your phone cart for a while now. Jungkook follows behind you, stopping whenever you stop to look at the shelves for something before you drop the product in the basket in your boyfriend's hand.

“That’s really cute,” Jungkook mentions the lipstick tester you have in your hand. “You should get it,” he says, tilting his head at you, watching you open the lid being met with a reddish-dark color.

“Don’t you think it’s too dark?” You look up at your smiling boyfriend.

“What?” You giggle as you stare back at him. “You look beautiful,” he says casually, reaching for your beanie and pulling it down a bit more, fixing it. “You literally want me to die right now,” you joke. “Baby!” Jungkook laughs at the tone of voice you used.

“You can’t keep saying things like that without expecting me to literally melt away,” you lean your body onto him while he wraps his strong hands around your much smaller frame as you look up to him.

“I just say whatever is in my mind at the moment, princess,” he explains, giving your waist a small squeeze, making you squirm as the feeling made you ticklish. “Ah!” You laugh as his fingers dig into your rib cage, tickling you.

You push him away as he tries to continue to tickle your tummy. “Stop!” You laugh, trying to get away as far as you can from him.

Jungkook stops when he sees two girls around your guy's age pass beside you both with judging eyes. “Someone’s mad...” Jungkook whispers into your head as you just shake your head with a laugh.

“Let’s leave, I got everything,” you giggle, intertwining your fingers with him, making your way to the line.

When you guys finally get to the line, you are met with a pretty blonde girl, her dimples carved into her skin when she smiles up at you both. “Hi, is that all?” The girl said, you take notice of her name tag.

“Yes, that's all, thank you,” you smile back. “Find everything you wanted?” Genesis asks, as she starts scanning the products. “Yeah, thanks,” you say, playing with the strings of your hoodie as you see the price rise with each scan.

“Card or cash?” Genesis says, as she points to the credit card reader.

“Card,” Jungkook says before you could reply. He pulls out his black card from the back of the phone case, before scanning it through the white card reader without looking at the price. The machine makes a small sound, “here you go, have a wonderful day!” The girl says ripping the receipt before putting it into the white and black bag, handing it to you.

“Thank you, baby,” you say as you walk out the door of the store, Jungkook smiles at you before shrugging. “The least I could do, princess,” he gives your hand three small squeezes, which feels like he’s squeezing your heart as well. “It was expensive as fuck,” you pout at him. “How much?” He asks, “a thousand.” You cringe, scrunching your nose up at realizing the astonishing price. “That’s it?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow before reaching to the passenger side of his car.

“What! You’re crazy,” you say, giving him a slight swat. You watch as the side of his lips quirk up, making you mirror his actions.

“I love you,” you pout, as he leans into his car. “And I love you so much more,” he says, pulling you into him from your waist.

You tipped toe to reach for his lips, his lips mold with yours perfectly as you both were pieces of a puzzle. “How do you want the kiss?” He asks, giving your waist a squeeze. “What is this, a drive-thru? I get to ask what type of kiss I want,” you giggle, letting your forehead drop onto his chest which rumbles with a laugh.

“You get to ask whatever you want from me,” Jungkook rubs your back softly on top of your thick hoodie. “Oh shit,” your eyes widened as you saw the small print of your makeup on his black shirt when you raised your head upwards. “What?” He looks down to his shirt where you’re rubbing your fingers on the dirty print.

“I just ruined your shirt, baby, ahh!” You freak, which has Jungkook laughing while trying to reassure you that it’s fine and he’ll just wash it when he gets home.

As much as you guys had moments like this, you guys had your disagreements. They weren’t as bad where they ended in screaming matches or end up not talking for days, you guys usually make up the same day before going to bed. Jungkook loathed going to bed whenever you two fought; he felt compelled to make things right before even considering sleep.

“Why are you making me feel bad?” You say, your voice cracking, which echoes the fractures in Jungkook's heart. “I’m not, baby. It’s just... I can’t do anything about it,” Jungkook tries to reason with you.

“She was literally all over you, and you didn’t stop it,” you feel your eyes start to water before staring down at your converse.

“She’s my mom's best friend's daughter; I can’t just tell her to fuck off, y/n. I backed off. I can’t control what she does,” Jungkook raises his voice, a tear falling down your cheek as he addresses you by your first name, a departure from his usual endearments, which feels like a knife to your chest.

“Okay, then,” you nod, tears starting to cascade down, smudging your makeup in the process.

Jungkook's throat tightens; he feels like he can't breathe, feeling like shit. He watches you wipe your tears, small sniffles escaping your mouth. “I’m going to go,” you sniffle, turning your back to him and reaching for your bag.

“No, don't leave, let’s talk this out,” Jungkook implores, turning you around to face him. He reaches for your cheeks, wiping away the tears that continue to fall down your puffy cheeks. “You’re hurting me,” you say, with a sniffle.

“I know. I’m fucking sorry, baby,” he feels his heart racing, wanting to die for making you feel bad for caring about him.

“Why didn’t you push her away or say something? You made me look fucking stupid, Jungkook,” you cry, recalling the pang of feeling as Kailey flirted with him in front of his family, and he did nothing to stop it, leaving you feeling small and insignificant.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he kisses away your tears, trying to soothe the ache in your heart. “I promise I’ll shove her off whenever I see her, and if I have the chance to avoid her, I will,” he whispers into your cheek with each kiss he leaves on your face.

“Promise?” You whisper, finally meeting his worried eyes.

“Promise, baby,” he whispers back, holding eye contact with your red, puffy eyes.

“I hate making you cry; please forgive me,” Jungkook pulls you into him, hugging you tightly as if afraid you'll slip away. “I forgive you, just don’t do it ever again,” you sniffle into his chest, feeling the throb in your heart melt away.

“I love you,” he says, swaying you both in the middle of his living room.

“I love you,” you sniffle.

….

"But the Maze Runner is so good," you literally whine at your boyfriend, who is in the middle of changing his shirt.

"Yeah, but not as good as Spiderman," he says, poking his head out the shirt hole with a grin.

"Okay, true, but the Maze Runner is just as good; you need to read the book to understand," you mumble, trying to separate a piece of hair from your mouth as you curl another strand with your wand.

"You just have a huge crush on Dylan O’Brian, let’s be honest," your boyfriend chuckles, sending you a look through the mirror, to which you just roll your eyes back at him, acknowledging a) that he was right. b) he was literally right.

“Says the boy who had a crush on Fluttershy when we watched My Little Pony,” you say, giving him a 'don’t try me' look. His jaw falls before giving your hair a tiny soft pull.

"You said you wouldn’t bring it up," he laughs before shaking his head with a chuckle. "Well..." you just shrug.

“Fluttershy reminds me of you,” Jungkook stands behind you, his fingers playing with your freshly curled hair. “Until you act like a brat,” he tugs on your hair, making your head snap backwards, where he leaves a big fat smooch on your lips.

“Okay, princess, let’s go,” he says before unplugging the curling wand wire, grabbing your bag and coat, before holding your hand and leading you outside.

[httpknjoon]

the princess and the rockstar | jjk; masterlist

plot | No one expects the nation's favorite crown princess to be involved with an international rockstar.

genres | humor, fluff, angst, modern royalty!au, celebrity!au, established relationship!au

pairing | rockstar!jungkook x princess!reader

note | drabble series! everything listed didn’t happen in order. below are the titles/prompts. changes may happen in the future. asks are always open.

main masterlist | spotify playlist

spotted! - the first time you and jungkook met.

taking chances - after taking your chances with Jungkook three months ago, you two cross paths again. this time, the rockstar takes risks to ask Zafiro's royal princess out.

can't take my eyes off you - Sweet September surprises their fans with their own rendition of the classic song.

her majesty - This is how the rumors began between a princess and a rockstar.

rebel princess - media loves to give anyone random labels, you don't mind.

backstage pass - your first date with this rockstar is nothing like your other.

bad for business - jungkook tries to get you off your busy life.

all the voicemails you sent before - with him touring with his band and you working for your country, jungkook always made sure to send you updates.

iykyk- what happened after calvin klein reveals their global brand ambassador.

tattooed heart -

(more drabbles to come)

taglist rules

THE PRINCESS AND THE ROCKSTAR TAGLIST

@heartjiminie @rbrm094 @rjsmochii @jjkreblog @sugaslittlekookies @saintsugar @thvlover7 @alpha-mommy69 @natalia-rmnva @coralmusicblaze @stupendouscookiehumanmug @namgoogieee @yoonjinhusbands @borahaeb1ch @lilliankoo @gxtwllsn @taechvita @snkyuv @canyon-lwt @hiii-priestess @jksgirlhere @razzletaffy @bbtsficrecs @jnk-pop @jjeonjjk7 @tokkiggukie @cuntessaiii @annoyingcolorfox @kooliv @jksgirlhere @razzletaffy @oopscoop @hani0407 @taebae19 @yunki-yunki-yunki

PERMANENT TAGLIST

@dunixxd​ @cixrosie @jksjx @embrace-themagic @buttvi @starbtslove @missseoulite @vanntaesworld @kenqki @imajinthis @stopeatread @seolaquotes @greyrain23 @chimchimmarie @petalsofink @jayhope88 @moonchild1 @laylasbunbunny @nikkiordonez12 @misshale21

[killerplink]

Pairing: Higuruma x Nanami x Fem!Reader (established relationship)

Words: around 6k

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, threesome, NSFW

Your head snaps towards the cockpit as you hear your name being called. You wonder what it could be—is there a problem, or something else?

As you make your way there, you feel your cheeks getting a little flushed, but you try your best to look composed, more composed than you feel, at least. It's a good thing it's night, and the majority of the passengers and your colleagues are asleep; you've only just started your shift.

When you started this job a little more than a year ago, you didn't expect to fall in love, let alone with two men. Your focus was on your career—being a flight attendant had been a dream since childhood.

When you achieved it, you were as proud as you could be. Your love life was in shambles, so you were convinced you were going to be single, at least for a while.

To be fair, you were single for a while, even though you had plenty of guys from your crew trying to get into your pants.

Being surrounded by attractive colleagues on long flights often led to flirtatious encounters and tempting propositions, but none of them ever sparked that elusive connection you craved.

However, that changed quickly when you met two incredibly hot pilots. At first, it was just friendly banter during layovers and occasional drinks after flights.

But as you spent more time together, you found yourselves drawn to each other in ways you hadn't anticipated. The chemistry was undeniable, and before you knew it, casual conversations turned into lingering glances and stolen moments.

Eventually, the lines between friendship and something more blurred, and you found yourselves entangled in a passionate and quite unconventional relationship.

Navigating the complexities of being in a three-way relationship was surprisingly easy, given the fact that both guys were bisexual and also had a mutual attraction to each other.

The love and connection you shared was unlike anything you've ever experienced in any relationships you had before.

They weren't jealous of each other, nor did they vie for your attention. Instead, they complemented each other perfectly, and everything you shared united you in a bond that surpassed traditional notions of romance.

At first, you thought that maybe it would be a little bit weird, but you've been proven wrong. The dynamic between the three of you felt natural and effortless, as if you were always meant to be together.

Keeping your relationship under wraps at work added an extra layer of excitement and secrecy to your dynamic. While it might have been tempting to share the details of your love triangle with your closest colleagues, you all agreed that it was best to keep it private to avoid any potential complications or gossip.

As you approach the cockpit, your heart beats a little faster with anticipation. You wonder what awaits you this time on the other side of that door—perhaps a request for assistance with an inflight issue, or maybe just a casual chat during the quiet moments of the flight.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you knock gently on the door before entering. Nanami and Hiromi turn to greet you with warm smiles, but their eyes twinkle with mischief.

"What's up, guys?" you ask casually, trying to keep your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Despite the familiarity and comfort that comes with being together for over six months, they still have the ability to make you feel like a lovesick teenager, completely swept away by their affection. You can't help but marvel at how they reciprocate those feelings with equal intensity.

It's evident in the way their eyes light up when they look at you, in the tenderness of their touches, and in the whispered words of adoration that escape their lips. Just like you, they too feel like lovesick teenagers, completely captivated by the love and connection you share.

"We just wanted to see your pretty face, baby," Hiromi teases, making you blush slightly.

"Yeah?" you purr, giggling as he pursues his lips to steal a little kiss.

"What about me, sweetheart?" Nanami chuckles, his voice warm and playful.

"What about you?" you tease, feigning innocence.

"Such a little brat," he sighs, cupping the back of your head and pulling you closer, capturing your lips.

Your heart flutters as Nanami's lips meet yours, a wave of warmth spreading through you at the familiar touch. When he deepens the kiss, your breathing picks up, just a little, but it's enough for the throbbing to begin between your legs.

You absolutely love their personalities; each is amazing in their own way. Hiromi is more like a calm ocean, steady and deep. He doesn't need to say much; his presence alone is enough to make you feel safe and loved.

Nanami, on the other hand, is like a blazing fire, all passion and intensity. When he kisses you, it's as if he's trying to consume you whole, his desire burning bright in his eyes. Nonetheless, you feel safe, secure and cherished with both of them.

In the bedroom, they're both on the soft side of domination, but you can't let that fool you, as you were proved again and again. Hiromi's commands are whispered like sweet promises, igniting a fire within you, while Nanami's touches are firm yet gentle, coaxing your body with just the right amount of pressure. And their praise, oh God, it's enough to make you melt into a puddle.

As you pull away, he licks his lips slowly, and you know your cheeks are pink, you can feel the blood rushing up to them.

He chuckles lightly and pats on the seat in between them. "Take a seat, doll."

"I should go back—" you begin to say, but Nanami interrupts you.

"We were just thinking..." he says, his voice low and husky, "that we could use a little... company in here. We're just about to take a break."

You hesitate for a moment, glancing towards the closed cockpit door. "I don't know if I should—"

"Just tell Sarah we need some help in here, baby. It's not the first time you've helped," Nanami reassures you with a chuckle.

Taking a deep breath, you nod and slip out of the cockpit. The dimly lit cabin is quiet, with most of the passengers and crew members asleep in their seats or resting in the crew area. Spotting Sarah, your fellow flight attendant, you approach her quietly.

"They need my help in the cockpit a little," you whisper, hoping not to disturb the sleeping passengers.

"Oh, good. I was a little anxious that they might need mine when I saw you coming back, and you know, I'm still new and don't know much about those matters," she says innocently.

"Don't worry about it, I've got it. Are you gonna be okay in here?" you ask smiling warmly at her.

"Yes, absolutely," she assures.

"If you have any troubles—" you begin, but she interrupts you.

"I won't, but I know what to do in case it happens, don't worry about me. Now go, don't keep them waiting," she says, looking at you sheepishly.

With a tinge of guilt nagging at the back of your mind, you excuse yourself and head back to the cockpit. If Sarah knew exactly why they needed your help, she might not be as understanding, but ignorance is bliss for now. You push aside the guilt, focusing on the task at hand as you reenter the cockpit to assist your men.

As you settle into your seat between Hiromi and Nanami, you catch their knowing glances and the subtle spark of anticipation in their eyes. You realize with a jolt what they're really asking for, and a flush of excitement courses through you.

Nanami's hand snakes its way up and down your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. His touch is gentle yet possessive, and your lips part a little, tiny breaths leaving your mouth.

Hiromi leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs softly. "We've been waiting for you to start your shift, doll."

You feel the heat already pooling in the pit of your stomach, and you can feel your nipples hardening under your clothes, your panties dampening in anticipation.

"This new uniform of yours..." Nanami begins, his hand tracing the hemline of your shorter skirt, "it makes it so hard to focus in here, my love."

Your stomach flutters at his words, anticipation coiling within you as you feel the heat building between the three of you.

"N-Nanami..." you whisper shakily.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" he murmurs, pressing his lips to your temple, scattering soft kisses across your face.

His fingers trail higher, skimming over the fabric of your panties and tights. You gasp softly at the sensation, spreading your legs a little more, giving him easier access, your breath hitching as his touch ignites a fire within you. Each soft, teasing touch, sends jolts of pleasure through your body, leaving you craving more.

"What do you want, baby?" he asks, his breath warm against the skin of your neck.

"I want..." you start, your voice barely a whisper as nothing but pure desire clouds your mind. "I want both of you... to t-touch me..."

All it ever takes is a little coaxing. God, they love how responsive you are.

"Such an obedient little girl," he praises, smiling softly.

Hiromi's hand cups your cheek and his soft lips find yours in a searing kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips before slipping it into your mouth. Nanami's hands roam over your body, teasing and arousing every inch of your skin they touch.

"Do you have replacements for these?" Nanami asks as he continues to move his fingers over the fabric of your tights and the panties covering your throbbing pussy.

"Y-yeah..." you mumble, shivering slightly when Hiromi cups one of your breasts through your button-up shirt.

"Good," Nanami says, and the next thing you feel is the gentle tearing of your tights. "Can I, sweet girl?" he asks, tracing the outline of your slit slowly.

You nod wordlessly, and as Nanami slips his fingers under the fabric of your drenched panties, pushing them to the side, you gasp at the sensation, your body already buzzing with anticipation. Hiromi's hands deftly unbutton your shirt, revealing your thin lace bra.

His hands are big compared to you, his long fingers dancing over soft flesh, running lightly over the fabric of your bra. Your nipples are hard under the mesh, and he teases them, feeling you shudder each time he runs his fingers over them.

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart. Can I see more of you?" he asks softly, his eyes filled with adoration.

You nod eagerly, granting him permission without hesitation. You'd think that after all this time they wouldn't ask for consent, but they do, every time.

They always want to make sure that you feel good and comfortable. Whether at home, in a hotel, or in more public spaces like this cockpit, their concern for your well-being never wavers.

Their consideration for your comfort and pleasure speaks volumes about the depth of their care for you. It's a level of attentiveness that you love and appreciate, knowing that they really prioritize your needs and desires above everything else.

He pulls the bra down gently, stretching the flexible fabric until it's resting under your breasts, leaving you exposed to him. The cool air brushes against your skin, causing your nipples to harden instantly, pebbling against the sudden chill. You feel a rush of warmth flooding your cheeks as you realize just how vulnerable you are in this moment, yet the thrill of his gaze locked on you makes your heart race.

His eyes darken with desire as they roam over your body, taking in the soft curves of your breasts, the way they spill slightly over the edge, the delicate lines of your figure. You can feel the weight of his gaze, igniting a fire deep inside you. It's a mix of shyness and exhilaration, the way he looks at you, like you're the only thing that matters in that moment.

He leans in closer, his hands reaching up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from you. The sensation is electric, sending tingles coursing through your body. His fingers are gentle yet firm, kneading and teasing as he explores every contour, igniting a hunger deep within you.

With every touch, every stroke, your body responds eagerly, your nipples straining against his palms, craving more of his attention. You can feel the heat radiating between you, the unspoken tension building as he revels in the sight of you, completely exposed and utterly receptive to his desires.

"Let me take care of you," he murmurs, and you can barely nod, lost in the haze of sensation as he continues to explore, his touch igniting a fire that only he can quench.

"So pretty," Hiromi murmurs, dipping his head down and latching his lips onto one of your breasts, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive flesh.

The warmth of his breath sends a shiver down your spine, heightening your senses. You can't help but arch your back slightly, instinctively pushing your chest forward, craving his touch.

Each flick of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure straight to your pussy. Meanwhile, Nanami groans as he slides one finger inside you, feeling your walls clench tightly around it. The slick warmth envelops his finger effortlessly, the way your body responds to him only heightening the desire swirling between you. You can feel just how wet you are, each tiny movement releasing more of your juices, coating his fingers as he begins to explore.

As he eases another long finger into your dripping pussy, you moan softly, the sensation sending delicious shivers coursing through your body. The stretch is exquisite, filling you in a way that leaves you craving more. His fingers are skilled and patient, teasing you as he pushes them deep inside, curling them just right to find that sensitive spot nestled within you.

His thumb moves to your puffy clit, tracing small, slippery circles that send waves of pleasure shooting straight into your brain. Each touch sends jolts of electricity coursing through you, igniting a fire deep in your core. You can feel yourself melting under his ministrations, your breath quickening as your body reacts instinctively to the pleasure he's giving you.

“Fuck, you're so wet,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

You can feel the delicious fullness of him, your body quivering around his digits as they pump in and out, each thrust deep and deliberate. You whimper, the sound escaping your lips unbidden, as he hits just the right spot over and over again, drawing out soft moans that echo in the air around you.

Your hips instinctively start to grind against his hand, seeking more of that sweet friction, more of that relentless pleasure. It feels so good, so right, and you can't help but get lost in the sensations, the way his fingers delve into your slick heat, the way he takes his time to coax every response from you. You're completely at his mercy, and every thrust, every flick of his thumb against your clit only heightens the intensity, leaving you craving release.

You're so wet that slick collects all over the base of his fingers, but God, he loves it. He'd love it even more if he could taste you right now, but he'll have to wait until later for that.

Hiromi continues his work on your breasts, his mouth hot, wet and eager as he lavishes attention on your sensitive nipples. His kisses, nips and sucks alternate, goosebumps prickling across your skin with each touch.

The combined sensations from both of them are almost overwhelming, driving you rapidly towards the brink of release. But that's how it usually goes. They know how to touch you, how to tease you, leaving you trembling and begging for more.

You hiss in pleasure as Nanami's fingers curl inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes your toes curl over and over again. Every stroke, every movement sends sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins, building the tension within you to a fever pitch.

"Oh God, right there," you whimper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own moans.

"You're so close, baby, aren't you?" Hiromi whispers, his breath hot against your skin, and you nod faintly. "Let go for me, sweet girl."

With one final thrust of his fingers and a flick of his thumb, Nanami pushes you over the edge, and you come undone. The pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave, overwhelming and consuming, sending you spiraling into ecstasy. Your body shakes with the force of your release, every muscle quivering as the sensation pulses through you.

A high-pitched cry escapes your lips, mingling with the sound of your racing heart. You can feel the heat pooling in your core, spreading like wildfire through your veins, igniting every nerve ending. His fingers seem to know just how to work you, driving you higher as your walls clench around him in waves, desperately seeking more of that delicious friction.

You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your vision blurring as your head tilts back, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Each tremor sends shockwaves of bliss radiating through your body, leaving you feeling breathless and exhilarated. It's as if time stands still, and all that exists is the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you, the way your body responds to their touch.

"Nanami," you moan his name, your voice thick with desperation, clinging to the edge of reality as he works you through the high, his fingers never relenting.

You can feel the warmth of your release spilling around his digits, slick and messy, further igniting your desire. Your body relaxes, trembling as you come down from the peak, and you lean against him, gasping for breath, a smile breaking through the haze of pleasure.

"That's it, love, you did so good," he murmurs, pressing his lips to yours, parting them at the same time with you, twirling his tongue around yours as you come down from your high, his fingers still fucking you slowly. "You're so pretty when you cum..." he says against your lips.

After the last tremors of your orgasm fade away and his fingers are licked clean, you feel a sense of bliss wash over you, and you feel adored as they continue to praise you, caress your body softly and pepper you with tender kisses.

"What do you want now, baby?" Nanami asks softly, his fingers stroking your cheek sweetly.

"I want you inside me," you reply breathlessly, feeling a new rush of desire pooling into your stomach.

"Yeah?" he purrs, pinching one of your nipples gently.

You nod, letting your hand glide over his muscular chest and right onto the bulge in his pants, stroking and squeezing his dick gently, feeling it twitch beneath your fingertips.

You look back at Hiromi, who nods reassuringly, silently indicating that he doesn't mind if you start with Nanami first. God, you love these two so much.

"Do you want to sit on me, sweetheart?" Nanami asks, his breath hitching as you continue to stroke his throbbing cock.

You smile and nod, getting up from the seat and allowing him to pull your skirt up.

"Let's try not to make a mess on it, alright, baby?" he chuckles, his fingers tracing along the edge of your skirt as he guides you closer to him.

You watch him with darkened eyes as he takes his cock out, stroking himself a few times. His hand moves slowly, deliberately, and you can see the glistening precum pooling at the tip, which he smears down his length, coating the shaft in a slick layer of moisture. The way his fingers wrap around his cock, firm and sure, ignites a fire in your core, your breath hitching as you take in the sight.

The sight sends a jolt of arousal through you, making your pulse race. You can't help but bite your lip, feeling a flush of heat spread across your cheeks. It's a primal, intimate moment that sends your thoughts spiraling into a haze of desire. Your body responds instinctively, heat pooling between your thighs, making you feel even wetter.

With a soft moan, you shift in your seat and sit down in his lap, straddling him. As you do, you can feel his hard, hot length pressing against your pussy, the firm heat sending shivers of anticipation through you. You let out a breathy gasp, feeling every inch of him as he nudges against your slick folds.

The pressure is intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through your body, igniting the need within you to feel him deeper. You rock your hips slightly, teasingly, craving more contact, the sensation of him so close making your head spin with need.

They're both muscular, tall and particularly well-endowed, and though it was a bit of a struggle at first, they've always made sure to prepare you, stretching and teasing you until you're dripping wet and ready for them. Now, when they fill you completely, you can't help but gasp and moan at the sensation of being so thoroughly filled and stretched.

Nanami's big hands grip your hips possessively as you grind against him, seeking that sweet friction that drives you both insane.

"Please, baby, don't tease me like that," he almost begs, positioning his twitching dick against your slick entrance.

You smile softly and sink down onto his thick cock, feeling him stretch you as he fills you up, inch by inch, until he's fully sheathed inside you. The sensation is blissful, a perfect mix of fullness and heat that makes your body tingle with pleasure. Your slick walls eagerly swallow him, wrapping around him as if craving more, squeezing him tightly with each movement.

A breathy moan escapes his lips as your walls clench around him, tugging and pulling him deeper, the feeling intoxicating. You can sense his pleasure rising, his body reacting to the way you fit him so perfectly. His hands guide your movements, fingers digging into your hips as he helps set a steady pace. You ride him with a mix of urgency and longing, the friction sending sparks of ecstasy coursing through you.

Every thrust deepens the connection, his cock brushing against your sensitive spots, igniting waves of pleasure that make your head spin. You can feel the way your body craves him, eager to take every inch, every stroke, and you can't help but move faster, desperate for more of that delicious sensation.

"You feel so good, love," Nanami moans, and you can't help but nod eagerly, too concentrated on the feeling of his cock to speak.

You lean in to kiss him, your pussy clenching around him when he sucks on your tongue gently.

With each thrust, you can feel the heat building between your bodies, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air like a rhythmic pulse of desire. Your moans intertwine with Nanami's deep groans of pleasure, creating an erotic symphony that drives you both higher and higher, urging you to push the limits of your bodies.

You find a steady rhythm, rolling your hips and grinding down onto him, relishing in the way his cock fills you completely. Every time you sink down, the delicious pressure sends a shockwave of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a fire deep within. The intensity of his gaze is almost too much; it makes you feel empowered, every movement you make drawing you closer together.

You can feel your slick juices dripping down his shaft, coating him in your arousal and making each movement smoother and more slippery. The sensation of him sliding in and out is almost hypnotic; the way your walls cling to him as he pulls back sends your senses reeling, making you crave him even more.

As you pick up the pace, the heat between your bodies escalates, every thrust becoming more desperate, more frantic. You're lost in the rhythm, in the way he fills you perfectly, and the way he responds to your every movement. You can hear the way your bodies meet, the wet sounds echoing around you, making everything feel that much more raw and intense.

With every thrust, you can feel the tension coiling tighter in your belly, the need for release hanging just out of reach. You lean forward, pressing your chest against him, feeling his warm breath against your skin as you push deeper, your clit brushing against him, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

"God, you feel so good," you gasp, the words spilling from your lips as you lose yourself in the moment.

You know he feels it too, his hands gripping your waist tighter, urging you on, and you respond by moving faster, harder, feeling that familiar tension building inside you.

As he continues to thrust into you effortlessly, his cock hitting all the right spots, you find yourself overcome with a need for more. With shaky hands, you reach for Hiromi, fumbling with the buckle of his belt to release his straining erection from its confines.

He hesitates for a moment, but the desperation in your eyes urges him forward, and he gets up from his seat sheepishly, until his cock is basically inches away from your face.

"Baby, I'm okay, I—" he begins, but the intensity of your gaze makes him swallow his words.

Your fingers trail along the length of his shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of him against your skin, as Nanami's firm grip keeps your body in place, ensuring he can keep fucking you at a deep and steady pace.

With a hungry moan, you lean in, eagerly taking his throbbing cock into your mouth, savoring the salty tang of his arousal. Your lips wrap tightly around him, creating a seal as you begin to suck and swirl your tongue around his pulsating length. You tease the sensitive underside of his cock with the tip of your tongue, tracing patterns along his veins that drive him absolutely insane.

"God, sweetheart, you're so good," he murmurs. "Just like that, fuck..." he moans.

With your hair tied back, Hiromi grabs your ponytail, guiding you with gentle pressure as he sets the rhythm of your movements. You feel a rush of excitement as you take him into your mouth, his warmth filling you completely. The moment he slides past your lips, you let out a soft moan, the vibrations sending a thrill through his body. He groans softly, the sound low and primal, as you suck him deeper, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking more of him in.

As he begins to buck his hips, fucking your mouth with a slow and steady pace, you can feel the heat radiating from him. Each thrust pushes his cock deeper into your throat, and the way he fills you completely makes you feel so full, so wanted. You instinctively tighten your lips around him, creating a delicious suction that drives him wild. His hands grip your hair, not roughly but possessively, guiding you as he finds his rhythm.

You can hear the soft, desperate sounds escaping him with every thrust, the way he loses himself in the pleasure you're giving him. His movements become more frantic, each thrust sending him deeper, causing soft gagging noises to escape your throat that seem to encourage him further. God, you're absolutely living for it. The primal desire in his gaze makes you feel powerful, and you crave to hear more of his sounds of pleasure, more of his praises.

You pull back slightly to catch your breath, letting your tongue flicker over the sensitive head of his cock, teasing him just enough before you take him back into your mouth. You feel the way his body tenses, the way he fights to hold back his own release, but you're determined to bring him to the edge. You watch him with darkened eyes, feeling a thrill course through you as you suck him with fervor, each movement slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of him.

His hips begin to move faster, more erratic, and you can feel the tension building in his body as he loses himself in the sensation. "God, just like that," he breathes, his voice strained, and it sends a wave of heat through you.

You hum in response, the vibrations causing him to shudder as you take him deeper, your throat tightening around him. The combination of his thrusts and the pressure of your mouth pushes you to the edge of ecstasy, the way his cock fills you, the taste of him overwhelming your senses.

You can feel the heat pooling low in your belly, the need to please him driving you on, making you crave more. You lock your gaze with his, the intensity of the moment fueling your desire as you give in to the pleasure of it all, your body reacting instinctively to every thrust, every sound, every pulse of his cock in your mouth.

"That's it, doll, keep going. You feel so amazing," he murmurs, causing your brain to shut down completely.

His cock grows slick with your saliva, the slippery sensation making it easier for him to slide in and out of your mouth. You eagerly bob your head, spurred on by his praises, taking him as deep as you can with each motion, your tongue swirling around him occasionally.

"Ah, fuck..." he gasps, his fingers tightening into your hair.

The combined pleasure of being filled from both ends sends waves of pure bliss coursing through your body. You feel Hiromi's cock sliding in and out of your mouth, the thick length stretching you as he fucks your throat with a steady rhythm. Each thrust forces you to take him deeper, filling you with a mix of pleasure and need as your tongue swirls around the tip, savoring the salty taste of his precum.

As you moan around Hiromi's cock, the vibrations send a delicious thrill through him, spurring him on to thrust harder. His grip on your ponytail tightens, guiding you as he finds the perfect rhythm, each push of his hips matching the desperate need that wells up inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, harmonizing with your muffled moans.

At the same time, Nanami's powerful thrusts fill your pussy, his thick cock stretching you deliciously as he claims you. Each deep stroke hits your sweet spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your core, making your entire body quiver with need. The way he fills you feels raw, his pace relentless and intoxicating, driving you further into ecstasy.

The heat builds within you as both men work you over, their bodies moving in perfect sync. With every thrust of Nanami's hips, you feel your walls tightening around him, eagerly pulling him deeper, while Hiromi’s relentless pace in your mouth has you gasping for air. The sensation of being used so completely, so thoroughly, sends you spiraling closer to the edge.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening, the overwhelming pleasure blending into a single, electrifying pulse that centers around the dual sensations. You’re utterly lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the way they take you—Hiromi's hot cock filling your mouth, making it feel impossibly full, while Nanami stretches your pussy wide, his thrusts deep and firm.

You can't help but writhe against them, the pleasure consuming you as you surrender completely. Their moans of pleasure mix with your own, creating an erotic symphony that drives you further into bliss. You're caught between the two of them, lost in a haze of sensation, your body responding instinctively to their every movement as you teeter on the brink of release.

"You're squeezing me so good, love," Nanami moans, his voice strained with pleasure as he feels the tight grip of your slick walls around him.

The sounds in the cockpit are nothing but obscene: flesh slapping against flesh, the wet noises of your mouth and pussy, and the grunts and moans of the three of you.

With each thrust of Nanami's cock and every stroke of Hiromi's length into your mouth, the coil of pleasure within you tightens intensely.

As he keeps pounding into you, Nanami's hand starts to wander, exploring more of your trembling body. His fingers trail down from your hip to your ass, his touch sending shivers of anticipation down your spine.

You moan around Hiromi's cock when Nanami's middle finger traces small, teasing circles around your tight hole. The sensation sends a jolt of arousal through you, and you push your hips back, eager for more.

"Do you want more, sweetheart?" Nanami cooes, but he knows the answer even before you say it.

He can feel your pussy clamping down on him with every circle he traces, your body practically begging for his touch. The way you writhe above him, desperate for more, drives him wild with desire. Each gentle stroke makes you moan louder, the sound of your pleasure echoing in the air, urging him to push further.

You hum in approval, your moans vibrating around Hiromi's dick as Nanami slowly slips his middle finger inside, stretching you gently as he explores the tight heat of your ass. The sensation is intoxicating, each deliberate thrust sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you. He curls his finger, pressing against that sensitive spot, and you can’t help but gasp at the sudden surge of pleasure.

"It's so tight," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with lust.

He relishes the way your body reacts to his touch, how your walls flutter around his finger, squeezing him as if you're trying to pull him deeper. It's so hot in your pussy, hot in your ass; he feels like he died and went straight to Heaven. The warmth enveloping his finger is a heady mix of arousal and need, and he can't resist the urge to tease you further.

He pumps his finger slowly, watching as your body betrays you, trembling with each movement. The way your hips instinctively buck against him, seeking more friction, sends a jolt of excitement through him. Nanami leans closer, pressing kisses along the side of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he takes his time, teasing you with just the right amount of pressure.

You can feel every inch of him inside you, the sensation of being filled adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Your heart races as he continues to explore, curling and twisting his finger to find that perfect spot, each motion drawing you closer to the edge.

Your body is an open invitation, ready and willing to take everything he's willing to give. The combination of sensations—the fullness of Hiromi's cock in your mouth, Nanami's cock deep inside your needy pussy, and the gentle teasing of Nanami's finger in your ass—creates a dizzying whirlwind of pleasure that has you gasping for more.

But it's always been like this since you started being a throuple. The trust, the passion, and the genuine care for each other have only grown stronger with time.

As Hiromi approaches his climax, his thrusts become a little more urgent, his cock throbbing against the back of your throat with each movement. You can feel the tension building within him, and you can tell that he's close. Sure enough, he speaks a few moments later.

"I'm almost there, baby. You want to swallow it?" he pants.

You look up at him with pleading eyes, your mouth still wrapped around his pulsating length, and you nod, eager to taste him. With a guttural groan, he gives one final, deep thrust, burying his cock deep inside your mouth as he spills his hot, sticky release.

The warmth fills your mouth, and you can feel the thick, creamy texture of his cum coating your tongue and sliding down your throat. You swallow every drop around his cock, relishing in the taste of him as he rides out his orgasm, the salty flavor igniting a fire of satisfaction within you.

His release floods your mouth, and you can't help but moan around him, sending delicious vibrations through his length. As he thrusts one last time, you savor the moment, enjoying the way he twitches in your mouth, the heat of him pulsing against your tongue.

As his climax subsides, he pulls slowly out of your mouth with a contented sigh, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. His thumb brushes gently over your lips, wiping away any remaining liquids. He carefully tucks his cock back into his pants, leaning in to kiss you softly in reward.

You feel Nanami's relentless thrusts driving you closer and closer to the edge. His finger, slick with your arousal, keeps gliding in and out of your ass, adding another layer of overwhelming pleasure.

You moan into Hiromi's mouth, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue as you desperately try to hold on just a little longer. His lips move against yours, hot and hungry, but Nanami doesn't relent in his assault on your senses. The pressure building inside you is too much, and with a loud wail, you let go. Your entire body convulses with the force of your orgasm, waves of pleasure crashing over you like an overwhelming tide.

Your ass pulses around Nanami's finger, the sensation sending shocks of ecstasy straight to your core. Each thrust of his cock fills you so deep, the head brushing against that sweet spot inside you, making your pussy clamp down hard around him as he fucks you through it. The way he drives into you, relentless and unyielding, makes your whole body quiver in his embrace.

You can't hold back the desperate cries that slip from your lips as you ride the high of your orgasm, your body still trembling, still clenching around him. Your senses are flooded with pleasure, and every thrust from Nanami pushes you further, making you feel every inch of him. The slick sounds of your bodies moving together, the lewd squelching of your soaked pussy, fills the air, mingling with your moans and gasps.

"Such a good girl for me," he whispers, swearing under his breath as your walls grip him over and over again.

Even as you slowly come down from your high, Hiromi holds you close, his lips still pressed against yours in a tender kiss. Nanami slows down a little bit, his thrusts becoming slower and more deliberate as he approaches his own release.

You can feel his body tensing up, the rhythm of his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chases his release. It feels so good inside you, but he thinks it would feel even better if he fucked you full. They pump you full almost every time, and you seem to absolutely love it, to put it lightly.

"You want my cum, baby?" he asks, panting wildly.

You nod eagerly, craving the feeling of his cum coating your puffy walls. You break the kiss with Hiromi, capturing Nanami's lips instead, brushing your tongue against his softly.

You're still pulsing faintly around his cock when he finally reaches his peak, the tension in his body coiling tight before it snaps. His hips stutter as he buries himself deep inside you, and you can feel the hot pulse of his cum filling you, warm and thick, mixing with your own wetness. Each spurt sends shockwaves through both of you, a raw connection that feels primal and electrifying.

You instinctively tighten around him, milking every last drop as he empties himself into you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensation of him filling you sends another rush of pleasure coursing through your veins, intensifying the bliss that already envelops you. Your body responds eagerly, the warmth of his cum igniting a fire deep within, a reminder of the intimacy you just shared.

As the last tremors of pleasure wash over him, you can feel his heart racing against your chest, the rhythmic thump grounding you both in this moment. Nanami pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively, as if he's trying to shield you from the world outside. His kisses trail softly along the curve of your neck, tender and sweet, a stark contrast to the wildness of what just happened.

"God, you feel amazing," he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with satisfaction.

The warmth of his breath sends shivers down your spine, making you arch into him instinctively, craving more of his touch. You can feel his cum seeping out, slick and messy, but neither of you cares—caught in this blissful haze where nothing else matters.

Each brush of his lips against your skin is filled with adoration, and between wet kisses, he whispers sweet praises, telling you how amazing you are and how much he loves you.

Hiromi leans in and kisses your forehead sweetly, his touch gentle and light as he helps you pull your bra back up. Their actions convey a sense of care and tenderness, reassuring you of the love and happiness you share with both of them.

The last echoes of pleasure fade, and as Nanami helps you disentangle yourself from his lap, you can feel his cock slip from your swollen pussy, a slick mixture of your arousal and his cum coating your skin. The sensation is oddly satisfying, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

His touches linger, affectionate and gentle, as he pulls you into a warm embrace, his body still radiating heat against yours. You can feel the warmth of his cum dripping down your thigh, a messy reminder of how completely he just filled you.

"God, you feel incredible," he murmurs against your hair, his breath tickling your scalp as he holds you close.

The intimacy of the moment wraps around you like a comforting blanket, and you can’t help but snuggle deeper into him, relishing the security of his arms.

"Feeling okay, sweet girl?" Hiromi asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Yeah, I'm good," you nod, leaning into his touch a little, feeling a sense of calm wash over you in their presence.

Nanami leans in and places a gentle kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering there for a moment.

"You did so good, baby," he murmurs, his words filled with genuine adoration.

You let out a soft sigh, a smile spreading across your face as you lean into Hiromi, letting him guide you towards the little bathroom tucked away in the corner of the cockpit. The air is thick with the scent of intimacy and sweat, and you can't help but feel a sense of bliss wash over you.

Once inside, Hiromi gently takes over, his tender smile lighting up the small space. He grabs some wet wipes, and with careful strokes, he cleans you up, wiping away the remnants of your lovemaking. His hands are warm and soothing, and you can't help but lean into his touch, feeling the intimacy of the moment settle around you.

Nanami joins in, his fingers brushing softly over your skin as he takes some more wipes to help. He moves with a gentle grace, his touch feather-light as he helps remove the last traces of pleasure from your body. You close your eyes, savoring the way his fingers caress your skin, feeling as if they’re erasing not just the physical remnants of what just happened, but also wrapping you in a cocoon of affection.

"Just relax, baby," Hiromi murmurs, his voice a soft hum against your ear. "We've got you."

You let out a soft giggle, feeling the warmth radiate from both of them. After they finish cleaning you up, they help you tidy yourself, straightening your skirt and adjusting your panties back into place. The sensation of their hands smoothing over your body sends little jolts of pleasure through you, a reminder of the intimacy you just shared.

"Almost perfect," Nanami teases, giving your skirt a little tug to sit just right. You can't help but roll your eyes playfully, a grin breaking across your face.

"Thanks to you two," you reply, feeling a bit shy under their attentive gazes.

"Just looking out for you," Hiromi says with a wink, his fingers brushing against your cheek. "You're always our priority, you know that?"

You nod, a warm blush creeping across your cheeks as you catch their eyes. It feels so good to be cared for like this, and the bond you share deepens with each moment.

With their help, you tidy up, straightening your clothes and fixing your disheveled appearance. As you step back out into the cockpit, you take a moment to appreciate the warmth of their presence, the shared laughter and light teasing filling the air around you.

"After we land and go home," Nanami says softly, his hand finding yours and kissing the back of it, "how about we have a cozy night in, sweetheart? I'll cook us something nice, and we can watch some movies. What do you say?"

"I'd love that," you murmur, pushing yourself up onto the tips of your toes to kiss him before doing the same with Hiromi.

They make sure you're comfortable and composed before you head back into the cabin of the plane, where your duties await.

"Did you finish?" you hear Sarah asking you quietly as you exit the cockpit.

"What?" you stammer, her question catching you off guard, momentarily causing a flutter of panic to rise within you. You can't help but wonder if you were too damn loud.

"With your help..." she murmurs sheepishly, her words trailing off as she gestures vaguely towards the cockpit.

You let out a soft chuckle, realizing she's referring to your assistance in the cockpit.

"Oh, yes, everything's taken care of," you reassure her with a smile, relieved that she doesn't suspect anything beyond that. "Just had a few things to sort out, but they're fine now."

"Glad to hear that," Sarah nods happily, seeming satisfied with your response.

With a sigh of relief, you make your way back into the cabin, ready to resume your duties and keep up appearances as usual.

Here you have the link to her post, so you can see for yourselves WHY I went feral 🫡

This is the first chapter of my Higu-Nana x Reader fic, and you can find the rest on AO3, as the next chapters are much longer 🥹 you can find it here :