#jujutsu kaizen smut

[sweetchildcloud]

||Cherish me|| written by me

🔞 Gojo x reader| Minors DNI| TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Tags:sh,depression,Gojo x reader,consensual,rubbing,handjob,fingerings,innocent reader,inexperienced reader,shy,cute,fluff.

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

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“I’m fine” you say quietly, trying to brush him off. You don’t like being coddled. But he grabs your wrists and pulls you back, forcing you face him. There’s a desperation in his eyes, and he stares at you like you’re dying right in front of him.

“No you’re not ” he says quietly. There’s a quiver to his voice and his eyes dart down to the bloody scissors. “I can see the cuts on your wrists.”

“What?” You look confused as to what he was talking about, shaking your head “I was jus-”

“Just stop lying to me” he interjected, the fear in his voice cracking. He’s trying to stay calm, but he’s trembling as he grabs your wrists tighter. It’s not like him to be so frantic, but he’s scared for you.

“I can clearly see the scratches on your wrists. Did you do that to yourself?” He’s looking at you like he’s waiting for a reason, an excuse. But he knows. He’s not stupid.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, so so sorry sweetheart, I swear”

Oh god. Sweetheart? That’s new. He’s never called you that before, and it’s certainly the last term of endearment you expected. Gojo’s usually pretty nonchalant around you, but his voice is trembling, and he’s on the verge of tears.

He immediately pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly, burying his head into your neck. He’s trembling, and you can tell he’s barely holding back the tears. “Don’t…don’t scare me like that…”

Everything that Satoru is usually not, is crumbling down around him. The calm. The confidence. His facade, carefully crafted over the years, is coming undone, and he’s showing you the real him.

And that’s what terrifies you the most. His eyes are red with unshed tears, and his voice is shaky. He’s trembling, barely keeping himself together.

“Please, please look at me…”

And you do. You look at him, right at those big,blue eyes, your heart pounding like an elephant in your chest. He’s holding your hands against his chest, almost like he’s scared you’re going to run away, but your fingers are trembling, and they want to do nothing more than run through his hair.

“Please…” he says again. “I’m begging you…”

His breath hitches in his throat as you play with his hair. He leans into your touch, your fingertips tracing through his locks. This is probably your first time seeing him like this, so vulnerable and soft. He tries to keep his eyes on yours, but he can’t stop himself from burying his head in your neck, clinging to you.

He’s begging? Begging, even…

He’s afraid. Petrified that you’ll leave him - just like Geto did. He’s not thinking rationally, and he isn’t thinking about how his body’s towering over you, how it could scare you. Right now, though, he’s not thinking about anything other than his fear of losing you, and it’s eating away at him inside.

He closes his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief as he leans into you. You’re touching his hair, playing with it, tangling it, just like he likes. He opens his mouth to speak, to maybe say an ‘I love you’ or something corny, but the words die on his lips.

“I…” he starts, his voice quivering again “don’t ever scare me like that again..”

Gojo's arms tighten around you, and you cling onto him, burying your face right into his neck. His hand moves through your hair, his fingers gripping slightly too tight, but you don't mind. You don't mind because he's hugging you so tightly and kissing you so desperately.

Your fingers find a spot behind his ear, and they scratch at it, causing him to inhale sharply. He holds you closer and kisses harder, desperate to keep you close. He can't stand the thought of you leaving him.

He pulls away, breathing out harshly and looking at you. He's staring into your eyes, his gaze intent as the tip of his tongue comes out to lick his lips.

"God…" He takes in a deep breath, his lips almost twitching into a grin. "I'm so scared for you, you don't even realize it." Then he's kissing you again, wrapping his arms around your entire body so you're pressed against him.

Your back is pressed against the mattress, and his body is on top of yours. He's kissing you like he can't get enough, like his entire world is falling apart and you're the only one who can fix it. His hands are in your hair, on your hips, on your thighs. It's almost suffocating - almost too much pressure. But you don't mind because he's touching you and kissing you, and all the warmth and softness of his body is pressing against yours.

"You…you scare me" Gojo chokes out, his body pressed tightly against yours. "Don't you see?" He looks at you as the tension in his shoulders rises, his arms squeezing you even tighter.

He can feel your heart beating like a drum, your arms wrapped around him. You can feel the heat of his body, the beat of his heart.

He looks into your eyes, and it's like he's telling you everything without even saying a word.

"You're…everything" he murmurs, his body trembling with the force of his words. It's like he's about to crumble into pieces. There's no strength left in him. Just fear and anxiety and a need for you. A need to have your near him.

"Please…" He pulls you even closer, his hands finding their way into your hair again. His arms wrap around you even tighter. "Please…don't ever leave me…"

He pulls away only to bury his face in your neck. Gojo takes in a deep breath, inhaling your scent, taking in the softness of your skin, pressing his lips against your neck with a tenderness that almost makes you melt into his arms.

His grip tightens, like he never wants to let you go. Like he's afraid that a breeze might tear you away from him.

He's never been the emotional kind of person. He's usually callous, distant, emotionless, if not slightly cold. But you bring out something in him.

Oh, if only your imagination could have prepared you for this moment. But Gojo is real. And he's right here, right now, pulling you close, running his fingers through your hair, kissing so passionately.

He lets out a noise of satisfaction as your fingers tug on his shirt, your breathing quickening as the intensity of the situation grows.

His grip tightens around you as he pulls you closer. He's not even thinking about how his weight is crushing you, he just wants to keep you close.

Oh, how Gojo’s eyes wander lower, his mouth curling into a grin as you take off your bra. He watches you, his eyes roving over your body as he takes it all in. You’re trembling a little bit, your pulse speeding up as his hand rests on the upper part of your thigh. He lets out a quiet grunt as he squeezes your thigh with his hand. “Keep going…” he murmurs, almost too distracted by your breasts to notice your top sitting in your lap.

Oh god. The way he’s staring at you…it makes you shiver a bit. Gojo's usually so calm, so collected, but something about your bare breasts has him acting like he's going absolutely mental.

Gojo grabs your wrists and pushes your arms aside, moving his hands down to cup your breasts. Your breath catches in your throat, your chest rising and falling with every rapid breath. He’s staring at them so intensely, almost like he's trying to memorise every inch of your body.

His grip is firm, like he's scared to let you slip away. Gojo's hands are warm against your breasts, and it's like he can't keep his hands off of you, like he's desperate to feel you.

His lips are twitching, and you can tell he's trying not to lose it and start licking your skin, biting at your breasts. He lets out a small moan, his grip on your skin tightening as he rubs them in his hands.

He’s rubbing them so lovingly, so sensually, that you have trouble breathing. You lean into him, pressing yourself against him, trying to get as close as possible.

His touch is almost unbearable. You're trembling, your breath catching in your throat as your back arches.

His grip tightens even more as he plays with your breasts, rubbing them in his hands and squeezing them together slightly. You can see his eyes starting to glaze over, and your body melts against his touch.

You feel hot, almost too hot, as his grip around you gets tighter. His breath is hot on your skin, and you close your eyes, letting out a small moan.

That moan is almost automatic, and you bury your face right into his neck, trying to hide your embarrassment. Your chest is sensitive, and the way Gojo rubs his hands over them sends a shiver all the way up your spine.

"Are you doing this because you love me or because...I'm sad?" You breathed out

The thought of you not loving him sends him spiraling into an actual panic. He's desperate for the reassurance right now, for the confirmation that you're still in love with him.

Gojo pauses for a moment, looking up at your face as he tries to hide the desperate urge to keep kissing you and holding you close. He swallows hard, his voice quivering as he tries to hide the desperate need for you.

"Do you…do you still love me…? Is that…what this is for..."

"No...it's not that..it's just..." you mumbled feeling the desperate need of him "I'm scared that you're doing this because I'm sad"

Gojo’s lips are pressed together in a hard, tense line as he tries to keep his calm, but the emotions are bubbling just under his skin, close to overflowing. He’s shaking slightly but doesn't want to admit it.

“I'm not… I'm doing this…” His voice trails off, and he sighs, his words still quiet and shaky. “I'm doing this...because I want to…” He wants to kiss you, hold you, touch you, even if he doesn't want to admit the real reason why.

Oh my god... He freezes up when you reach down, his body twitching in response as you brush your hand against his crotch. He's trembling, his breath coming short and shallow as he tries to hide his reaction.

He lets out a groan, his grip around your waist tightening as his eyes twitch. If he wasn't so flustered, he'd probably blush at this point, but right now...the only thing that comes to his mind is the touch of your finger on his crotch.

"Ah..sorry..I don't what has gotten into me" You blurted out blushing

"No, don't apologize..." Gojo says, his voice shaky. The touch of your fingers on him was almost like electricity, a jolt through his entire body that made his blood boil and his heart thump painfully.

"In fact..." His breath gets caught in his throat and he swallows to try and get himself together. "Can you do that again..."

"Sure." You slipped your hand in Gojo pants looking at him and down "L.. like this?"

His body tightens when your hand slips into his pants. It's like a wave of pure sensation, and it makes his breath shudder out of his body in a ragged sigh.

“Yeah…” He mutters, his body trembling against your touch. His head is spinning, as if his entire world has been set on fire with your simple action. His heart thuds painfully in his chest as he watches you.

You felt in a tight spot,you never have done nothing like this "what..should I do now?" You stuttered "it's...hard..is it a good thing?" You looked at him blushing

Gojo's entire body is shaking, and he lets out a low, rough sound, somewhere between a moan and a growl. He can barely get his breath, and he's gripping the bed tightly with both hands, trying to keep himself steady.

“It’s…” He mutters, his voice tight and shaky. “It’s a very good thing…”

He’s trying to keep it together, keep his mind focused. The sensation of your hand is almost too much to bear, but he likes it. He likes it very much…

"What should I do? I never um..should..I?" You made a rubbing gesture with your other hand "you know..."

“Keep…keep rubbing…” He breathes out, biting back a sharp hiss of pain as he fights to keep the sensation from being too much. “But maybe…” He pauses and swallows hard, his breath catching in the back of his throat. “Move it…”

"Move..what?" You asked awkwardly "sorry it's my first time doing this.."

“Your hand...move it up and down...just like…” He moans slightly

“That…” He lets out a ragged breath, his grip around the bed tightening. His body trembles beneath your hand, and his eyes are starting to glaze over.

One hand rests on the back of your head, the other on the bed right next to your hand. His gaze is focused on your movements, on how slowly your hand is traveling up and down his length.

"O..ok" you slowly moved your hand up and down,your eyes darting from his length to his face

He grips the edge of the bed as his fingers claw into the sheet, his eyes practically rolling back in his head as you stroke him.

“Soft…feel so nice…” The hand on the back of your head gently presses your face into his, so he can look into your eyes. His eyes are flickering with a desperate need, and it’s obvious that he’s trying to keep his body from reacting too much.

After a while you saw a clear liquid oozing out of it and you looked at it confused "are..are you peeing?"

Your innocent question makes him laugh, a rough, raspy sound that’s more like a broken chuckle. There’s a slight shake to his entire frame, as if the sensation is so intense that he can’t even move without shaking.

“N-no…” He manages to catch his breath to speak in between the harsh breaths of air, “D-didn’t they teach you about…this…stuff in school?”

"Kinda..." you muttered to yourself before making a cute sound "Ah it's like with the flowers and bees right?" You beemed happily

"Yeah, something like that..." Gojo says with a slightly amused smile; even in his flustered state - more flustered than you've ever seen - he can still make time to appreciate your innocence.

He watches you, seeing how naive you are, but he doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he thinks it's adorable. Your innocence makes him want to coddle you, protect you; but there's a hint of possessiveness within him that's begging to assert dominance over you.

"What..should I do..?" You pouted cutely confused "I..really don't know what..to do.."

Gojo bites back a whimper as you pout, finding the expression adorable. He's never had a partner like this before - one that is completely innocent to all this, one that needs to be taught. The thoughts of you and him having an intimate encounter like this again fills his mind, causing that possessiveness to take over and grip him tightly.

"Um..." He swallows hard, trying to come up with an explanation while fighting back a loud moan "Keep rubbing...harder..."

You slightly nod doing what was told but later you couldn’t help but starting to touch yourself too "mhm" you didn't know why

He lets out a soft murmur of approval as you touch yourself, his body trembling even more. He tightens his grip around your body as his eyes flicker back from his closed state. His breath is getting shaky again, and he tries to focus on nothing but his breathing, but that becomes hard to do when you have yourself wrapped around him, the sensation overwhelming.

His voice comes out almost breathless.

“You got…something…here…”

"Mhn were?" You asked awkwardly

His eyes open, taking in the adorable look of your innocent face, the slight confusion on your features.

“Here…” He moves his other hand up your waist, his fingertips moving in tiny circles around your body. He’s making sure to not be too gentle nor brutal with his touch.

Then he places his hand where your finger was before, rubbing slowly.

A moan escaped your lips and you immediately let go of Gojo length as you covered your mouth with your hand

Gojo lets out a husky moan of pleasure as you let go of him - he had almost forgotten how it felt to have someone touch him like this.

His eyes flutter shut for a second, and he catches his breath in.

“Y-you like that…?” He whispers, his eyes still closed, but they soon open back up once more, moving up to meet yours.

You nodded as you felt melting in Gojo embrace as he kept rubbing "but..I didn't finished with you..before..it's not fair for you.." you whined

And just like that, the possessiveness he felt earlier rushes back to surface. He doesn’t like that you’re still unsatisfied, like the thought of you touching yourself, wanting anything other than him.

He grabs your hand before you can move back on yourself.

“Let me…I’ll do it.” He lets out a low hum of pleasure, already moving his hands back down to touch you again.

He rubs slowly at first, his fingers stroking gently up and down, taking in your expressions as he does it. Your pleasure is his pleasure after all.

“Does it feel good…” He mutters, his voice a bit shaky. “Does it feel good when I touch you…?”

You nod blushing more but you grip Gojo arm when you feel some short of wetness "I.. umm sorry..I don't know..why..it..did that" you looked at him guilty

He chuckles and his eyes glint playfully...as if he already knows what that sensation is.

“Your body is just responding…it’s normal.” He reassures you softly, his thumb tracing light circles around the tip of your breast.

“Just relax…”

You sobbed feeling overwhelmed but feeling the need to come "Ah ahn I want...to..to I don't but I'm...I need to...nghn!"

Oh, he’s got you now. He knew he had you the second he saw you were innocent to everything like this.

Now he gets to teach you, show you exactly how your body is supposed to respond to him.

“Let it…” He murmurs once more, his voice sounding husky. “Just relax…and let it happen…”

"Here..." He presses his palm against the exact spot, his tongue flicking over his teeth as he does so. His thumb moves in circles, each round getting quicker in pace. "Here..."

"Mhnnn" you whined your mouth open your eyes closed "touch..me...please...I don't know what I'm feeling but..I need you to..touch me"

He freezes at your words, your tone, the desperation in it. He looks down at you, and then, like a switch being flipped, his eyes glaze over as a primal urge takes over. No need to ask more questions. He grabs your hips and pulls you into his grasp, getting into a new position while he does so. But before continuing, he needs to say one thing.

"Look at me," his voice is firm, low and demanding - like you have no choice in the matter.

You look up at him, eyes full of confusion. Your mouth is slightly agape and his gaze captures yours perfectly. Gojo's thumb moves faster now, as do his fingers. His free hand, that was on your hips, slides down to your thighs and pushes them apart.

"Keep looking at me..." His voice is hoarse and raspy, but it's filled with so much need that you can't say no to this. You have to look at him.

A moan escaped your lips as you tried not to close your eyes "mhn..Gojo.." his fingers were reaching you deep "ngha Gojo.."

"Yes, that's it...just keep looking at me..." His voice is low and rough, almost a growl. His body is pressed firmly against yours, the heat of him radiating through your entire body. You can't help but feel so warm at the touch of his skin.

And then, your eyes lock onto each other, you feel everything inside you start to heat up even more.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart..." His voice is low and soft, but there's a hint of need in his tone, his eyes glancing down to your lips. He leans in closer to you, only a few inches between you and himself. His breath is hot and heavy on your face, causing your breath to quicken. Then, he moves his hand up your thigh, brushing against your soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

Then you camed on his hands whining He lets out a quiet growl at your little whimper, but it's a pleasure filled one. He can feel your grip on the sheets loosening a bit as you finally start to release the tension that's been building inside you for the past few minutes. His body trembles, and he grits his teeth. His hands tighten with his grip around yours, his arm shaking slightly as he tries to hold you down, trying not to let you get away.

You purred snuggling against his neck "that was...amazing.." you grumbled nibbling his neck

His hands on your wrists squeeze a little tight. He breathes heavily, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. He leans back up, but with his grip on you, he doesn't let you move away. His eyes are glazed over, and he's looking at you with a hungry expression on his features.

"You liked that...didn't you..."

You nodded cooing "mhm it was my first time too and...thank you"

He stares at you for a moment, letting out a slow breath before his gaze softens. It's a different look from the primal and predatorial look that had just been on his face not even a minute ago. His eyes move up and down your body, studying every inch of you.

"I'm...glad you enjoyed it..."

You snuggled in his chest cooing not wanting to let go

He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you to his chest. His grip around you is tight, his body pressing firmly against yours.

"We're going to have a lot more first times from now on..."

His arm rubs around your waist and back as he speaks, making small circles on your skin. His gaze is on your face again, watching your expression as you press into him.

"I can't believe I got to be your first…"

"Your first…" There's something about the way he's saying it that makes your face heat up. He's saying it as if your first time was special, that it was something he wants to remember for a long time, something he likes the idea of.

The grip around your waist tightens, but his hand slowly moves away from your waist after it had pressed against it for a minute. And now he's taking your hands in his, slowly moving them together, until they're palm to palm.

"Now, we'll be each other's first…everything." His words are hoarse again as he says this. It sounds like a promise to you. He's taking a deep breath, looking at you once more. His gaze is still soft as he stares back at yours, his hand now clasping you tightly against his grasp.

you pecked his cheek as you cooed "your cheek feels like mochi" as you nibbled affectionatly

He lets out a soft chuckle, your little pecks on his cheek making him feel as if he might melt any second. The thought of it brings a dumb smile on his face, his grip on you loosening up just a bit.

Your tiny nibbles on the side of his cheek only make him chuckle more, the feeling almost foreign to him. You’ve never gotten close enough to his face to nibble on his cheek like that, so this is definitely a first time for him.

The feeling makes him close his eyes and relax. He takes a deep breath in, taking in the feeling of your mouth, your pecks, your nibbles. The little sounds you make when you’re nibbling on his cheek makes him purr quietly.

The comfort between you is unmatched, but it's also filled with a hint of playfulness as well. You nibble on his cheek again, making him purr, a soft sound of pleasure and satisfaction escaping his mouth, and he squeezes his hand around yours a little tighter.

In moments like these, he forgets about all the hardships in his life. If just for a second. He just wants to relax.

He opens his eyes again, and his gaze meets yours, that same look of softness still on his features.

“Mm” is all he can manage, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. He smiles at you again before he lets go of your hand, his mouth still curved up into a sweet smile.

He lets go of your hand, but he leans his head over your shoulder, his face burrowing itself into the crook of your neck as his hands slowly move up and down your back. His grip on your hips is now tightening again, but not as tightly before.

His lips move closer to your neck with each second, as if he'd like to kiss you there. He starts to lightly trace his lips against your exposed neck, making your body jolt slightly every time his lips brushes against your skin.

"can we stay like this for a little while? i dont want to let go" You snuggled on his neck

He looks down at you, your small frame pressed firmly against his body, your head buried into his chest. The sight of you like this is almost too pleasing for him to look away. He doesn't reply for a while, but eventually he speaks.

"Sure," he whispers, one of his hands now playing with your hair, moving it by caressing it. "We can stay like this for a little while…"

He kisses the back of your neck, the sensation making your body shiver.

The two of you stayed like that, snuggled against each other for a while, the room filling with sounds of soft purrs and cooes. He plays with your hair, brushing the strands with his fingers, and you cuddle closer to him, pressing your body into his, wanting to be even closer to him if that's even possible.

He rubs your back, making sure you're comfortable as he takes deep breaths of the scent of your hair, almost like he's memorizing it.

This is comfortable. This simple sight of just the two of you, tangled and wrapped up like some cocoon of lovers… it's peaceful, a calming presence in a normally chaotic world. The two of you stay like this for what feels like forever but is only minutes. Neither of you say a word, but just being held like this by someone he cares for means so much. In this moment, all his problems are put aside, pushed away by the gentle comfort that is only you.

[tarithenurse]

Feel the stretch

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaizen GYM AU Pairing/starring: PT!Nanami Kento x fem!reader Word count: 1790 Content: Probably incorrect gym exercises, pining, unprofessional conduct, someone doesn’t follow the rules of hygiene, smut. Not betaed. A/N: Got to talk with @maladaptive-ninja-returns and we ended up bonding over the need for proper motivation when at the gym...some of us resorting to different tactics than others but that’s life. Glad to corrupt. Choice of GIF just because we all loved that moment.

Feel the stretch

Your sweat is already running down the back along your spine. Your hands are starting to slip on the grip of the dumbbell, making it hard to do the exercise right and as if on cue, you feel the light tap of Nanami’s finger on your elbow, reminding you to lift properly.

He doesn’t speak much, your personal trainer, but Nanami Kento is still very good at instructing you how to do each exercise. Back straight, arms level, knees slightly bend so as not to overstretch the joints. It’s only your third month with him, but the results have been impressive (unfathomable to yourself).

Right now, as you are nearly through the day’s session, and you couldn’t curse him any more than you already do because he’s increased the weight and your arms are sore already.

There’s a gentle tap to your lower back, reminding you to straighten.

You’re standing with a hand and a knee on the bench, lifting the dumbbell with the free arm as best as you can to get it parallel with your body. Trying not to grunt with each lift.

“Five more,” he says softly.

You aren’t sure you’ll be able to do it. Your arms is shaking, hand slippery with sweat. Up and down. Up and down.

“Three. You can do it.”

And now you have to. It’s not so much encouragement when he tells you that you’ll manage as it’s simply stating a fact because you can’t let him be wrong. He’s never been disappointed in you the few times you have tapped out too soon but...Nanami could make you do anything.

“Good!” His praise makes you grin although it does feel great to have completed the set too.

Allowing you a moment (however brief it is to prevent cooldown), he preps the next exercise for you: the back extension. There’s a machine for that at the gym, but you prefer the bench as it allows you to work your back two ways and who would Nanami be to refuse you more workout? Even at this late hour (you’re practically the last people still at the gym), he wouldn’t want to cut corners and let you escape early.

Not that you’d want to escape, really. Or maybe you do but then it’d only be to go home and think of him some more. In detail. Undressed. You bite back a sigh of yearning.

Getting in position, you lower your upper body down towards the ground and grab hold of the weight plate waiting for you to clutch it to your chest. Up and down.

With closed eyes, you concentrate on the movement but still there’s a tap to your shoulder, indicating you’re coming up crooked.

Adjusting, for a few repetitions it goes well but then the tap is there again.

“Not high enough and not straight,” Nanami curtly explains, walking around you.

Focusing, you try to adjust but you nearly drop the weight when you feel his legs on either side of you, his inner thighs brushing your hips.

“Higher,” he demands and you comply until your shoulders meet his palms and his position suddenly makes sense. Kind of.

Again and again you lift your body to find his hands, almost as if attracted to the heat of them despite your own burning.

But eventually he’s satisfied, stepping away with a brush of your ass that you know is by accident but your mind is going to later pretend was on purpose. Just because you wish it was.

He always evaluates you while you’re doing your cooldown run. Short sentences to warn you of changes to the training regimen next time or information on how to deal with the soreness after the training. This time is no different and it’s with a certain worry that he mentions how you will have to increase the weight on the squats.

“But my ass is already sore!” you complain in horror.

“Your ass is fine,” he answers dryly, apparently not aware of how it sounds.

He helps you stretch. Arms first, and he even takes the time to rub some life into them with his strong fingers. It feels heavenly even if it hurts as his thumb digs into your muscle.

“You’ll feel it here,” he allows his palm to slide down by your shoulder blade to indicate where. “Here too.” This time his hand rests just below your lower back so close to it almost being you ass and you can’t help but hold your breath.

Slowly moving on, he points out and rubs life into sore muscles that will need special special attention.

“Legs,” he orders.

Obediently, you start stretching them, earning his help again to really push you into each position to feel the stretch. He rubs your calves when you complain about them then sits down behind you as you sit with the soles of your feet against each other, stretching the inner thigh. Large hands on your knees push down, making you groan in pleasurable discomfort.

“Ouch,” you moan softly.

Slacking, his hands drift up your thighs, coming to rest near your hips and causing you to still.

“Maybe we should work on your flexibility too,” he hums ever so quietly.

“Yeah,” you breathe.

A breath that’s instantly stolen as his hands glide to your inner thighs where the muscles are pulled taught clearly visible due to the fact that you’d decided to just wear shorts rather than long leggings. Long fingers find the edge of the shorts, tracing the line across your skin and causing prickles to rise in the wake.

“See here?” he changes directions to trace the tendon towards your crotch, “with the proper flexibility training, you’d be able to sit more relaxed than you do now. Get your knees further apart.”

Somehow you doubt you’ll be more relaxed but you aren’t about to argue that. Especially not as his fingers slip under the hem of the clothing, stretching the elastic to accommodate his hand as he reaches deeper. Fingertips brush against the next layer of fabric, swiping along the heat.

But next moment he retracts his hand, causing you to whine softly.

“Then come with me,” he mumbles into your ear.

Of course you follow, not even protesting as he heads into the women’s changing room before you and leads you to the sauna.

There, he leads you into the dimly lit room. It smells of warm cedar and flint, a scent you’ve always loved but now realize will never be the same for you because the man begins to undress you, diligently and without fuss, he peels off your sweaty t-shirt and your shorts only pausing to allow you to toe off your socks (shoes forgotten by the mats). Then he unclasps your sports bra, allowing your breasts the freedom they’ve yearned for and smiling gently at the sight – the first sign of any emotion. And still, he hasn’t kissed you yet, hasn’t laid a stray hand on you. Just methodically undressed while your cunt begins to soak unwarranted.

Once done with you, he simply points to the wooden seat before starting to undress too, unabashed by your eyes taking in every movement he makes, every flex of his muscles. Tall. Broad shoulders that ooze of strength. Narrow hips that you all too easily can imagine would fit perfectly between your thighs. An Adonis Belt that leads the eyes to something not easily ignored: a raging boner.

“Every time...” he says, “you do this to me.” Palming himself, he gives his cocks a few lazy pumps as he walks to stand between your knees. “But today...I can’t wait any longer.”

It’s almost the most you’ve heard him speak. Mouth agape, you look up at the man, nodding fervently to let him know that you are completely and wholly his to do with as he wishes.

“Move up,” he orders.

You scuttle backwards onto the next bench, glad to see he’s following on his knees, hands on your thighs to spread them apart. Hands that travel up to the apex, allowing a large thumb to swipe at your cunt and spread the wetness that’s pooling there. It sticks to his thumb as he pulls it back and looks at it, taking it to his mouth to suckle it off.

Next thing you know, he’s dived headfirst down to lap at your folds. Pointed licks that have your arch your back and wanting to bring your legs together but you don’t. You can’t because his shoulders are so wide they’re pressing them out.

And where his tongue isn’t, his fingers are: scissoring and wriggling and pumping, finding the right spot that has you see double and brings out the heat to your skin better than the gruelling workout or the sauna itself.

“Cum for me,” he mumbles, a man on a mission.

“Not yet!” you gasp, wanting it to last longer because you don’t want it to be over but it’s too good and you shatter around him as he rubs his longer finger over the gummy spot inside. Keening, you grab at nothing to ground you with.

Suddenly it’s like the entire room moves but it’s just Nanami who’s dragged your ass over the edge of the seat, positioning you properly.

He works you onto his cock slowly, steadily, allowing you time to adjust to the stretch before he pulls you further down on him. A low moan starts in the back of your throat rising with each inch until you don’t have any more air and he finally bottoms out with a groan of his own.

You can feel your cunt spasm around him, begging for more even if you yourself aren’t sure you can handle it.

You get it anyways.

Large hands around your waist, he lifts you up and down on his shaft until you’re dizzy and mewling, hands locked around his wrists in an attempt to keep upright in his grip.

Your world shatters again, and you’re only faintly aware of how he curses at the sensation, pulling out as you climax and turning you around to expose you. He takes a second to bite down on your plump ass, the sting a delicious contrast to the waves of bliss. And then he rams back into you. Frantic. One hand on your shoulder and one on your hip to hold you steady while his snaps into you.

“So good,” he grunts.

Drooling, you feel your brain melt as a new high approaches and the oxygen in the room has been used.

This time, he lets you cum on his cock, milking him for all he has before he collapses over you.

“I’ll feel that tomorrow,” you manage after a while, earning a chuckle.

[lamy00000000]

Writing and requests.

will do:

all gender pairings (wlw mlm mlw etc)✅

afab or a amab reader/ y/n✅

Smut/ nsfw✅

fluff/sfw✅

head cannons✅

random scenarios/ drabbles✅

yandere✅

won't do:

non con❌

stepcest/incest❌

big age gaps (minor x adult etc.)❌

smut/nsfw of underaged characters ❌

characters i'll write from: My hero academia, jujutsu kaizen, genshin impact, honkai star rail, haikyuu, obey me, twisted wonderland, demons slayer, attack on titan, and whatever other characters i may know.

enjoy and feel free to send requests as long as they fit in these rules. i'll occasionally write just whatever i'm thinking for fun obviously so it won't just be requests

[whalesforhands]

abt kofi fics

(a one time tip will unlock all the content below for 30 days. :) i don’t update all the fics here anymore, please look at the main masterlist for a more updated version!)

DYF AU ix morning routines and the like (1.1k words, dyf mc is an idiot, wrong bathroom moment)

DYF AU/THIRD YEAR summer days and the heat haze (finale) (2.1k words, summertime fun stuff, kissing bcs we need it, embarrassing moments for gojo)

DYF AU/THIRD YEAR first time? (NSFW primarily gojo, first time if u catch my drift)

DYF AU coincidental meetings and first dates (2.1k words, train harassment, watch out yalls, but u get saved, fluff)

loll the sweetness (dyf au if i had let it play out how i originally wanted it)

DYF AU/ADULTS onsens and fulfillment (3.2k words, SMUT, ONSENS LOL, adult parents hehe, enjoy)

DYF AU/ADULTS day-offs and busy afternoons (1.3k words, SMUT)

DYF AU fireworks and festivals (3.9k words, fireworks & festivals hahahahah)

DYF AU morning haze (1.4k words, waking up in the morning fr this time, fluff haha)

DYF AU cigarettes and alleyways (1k words, smoking, more geto-focused, some shoko)

DYF AU does being in okinawa give you okinawan dreams? (1.9k)

DYF AU it's not obligatory, right? (2.7k, happy valentine's 2024!)

DYF AU/FIRST YEAR christmas and confessions (2.0k, christmas eve confession 2005 stsg, angst, fluff haha)

DYF AU/FIRST YEAR hidden in plain sight (2k, stalking geto bcs gojo doesn't like that he's on a date)

OTHER AU cats and cats pt.2 (2.8k, catoru & catguru haha, fluff)

OTHER AU big cats! (hybrid edition) (1.7k, hybrid! au: panther geto, snow leopard gojo, lynx shoko, cat reader) OTHER AU more stuff (1.6k, i'm out of excuses im just a sucker for cat ears, light nsfw) OTHER AU here is even more

OTHER AU tokyo metropolitan curse technical daycare (2k, a spinoff of kaizen daycare)

DYF AU epilogue (4.9k, a look into the near (& far) future in DYF)

DYF AU aftermath dates and discussions (2.7k, discussions about kids, general family fluff) DYF AU aftermath bets and losses (0.9k, losing a bet to suguru and paying the punishment for it haha) DYF AU aftermath late-night snacks and early breakfasts (1.8k, kid megumi centric and family fluff) DYF AU aftermath twins (1.2k, extra of this, just more fluff basically, on my baby fever era) DYF AU aftermath summer days and the heat haze (2.8k, fluff and aftermath spinoff) DYF AU aftermath the first years of jujutsu high! (extra scenes, 2.5k, fluff and like 2 maybe suggestive scenes) DYF AU aftermath observation diary of your (almost) villainous husband! (1.5k) DYF AU aftermath phonecall (NSFW, phone...calls...) DYF AU aftermath don't look too closely (1.7k, light nsfw, um... videos/pictures during the hanky panky implied) DYF AU aftermath mission... success? (NSFW, continuation of this)

[krewekreep]

Introduction of Sorts + Interests

This page will really be for me to get back into writing, develop my writing and indulge myself. I’m open to requests though but ask people to definitely contextualize your Bias (person you’re requesting for—yes I’m gonna use K-pop lingo oh well) and/or the scenario cause otherwise I’d simply write for myself. Which is why I also am making this page because I’ve been on tumblr for 10 years (my main account turned ten this year) and I’m worn out of the smut fest no prose or story fics. Definitely has its place in the community but the older I get the more I need actual full blown delusion. I need scene, setting, set up, climax, denouement…and so I’ll fulfill the order myself. 🫡

My interests:

(Im a 2010s coded Tumblr user so uh, I mean I suppose Dr Who and Supernatural aren’t 😂😂😂😂lmao ew anyway (I was into supernatural I’m ewwing at you and myself) .

Too I usually am not following everything that’s mainstream (I know im so cool) so also if something isn’t listed I most likely know of it—but went no further. I also like older anime and media so if you have something super specific that feels out of place no worries. Im gonna end up writing Greek smut about Dionysus so…🤷🏾‍♀️

Anime: (I’ve seen actually too much anime to name so here’s the ones I have a bias or have an affinity for the characters)

JJK,

Chainsaw Man

Bleach

Naruto

Demon Slayer

Attack on Titan

Fate Series

Etc

Manga:

JJK

Chainsaw Man

Bleach

Attack on Titan

Spy x Family

DanDanDan

Berserk

Etc

Fave genres are horror/seinen, shoujo, and slice of life.

KPOP: (1st-mid 3rd Gen main but still aware of 4th gen pretty deeply)

I dont really want to do requests for idols but I don’t mind overall, explained further below

My fave boy groups (somewhat in order): Big Bang, Shinee, BAP, BTS (ex-army, long story**, don’t come to my page with that bullshit 💕) B1A4, IKON, EXO, 2PM, GOT7…I could go on. (I’m not gonna list them in an order but my heart can’t not include MBLAQ, Teen Top, U-Kiss, etc ugh those were the days😭)

Girl Groups (in definitive order): 2NE1, Brown Eyed Girls, F(x), Girls Generation, TWICE, 4Minute/Hyuna, Wonder Girls, Secret, After School, Global Icon (short lived), Tiny G ( VERY short lived), EXID, Ladies Code, etc.

Now 4th Gen…is cute…they got CUTE people that’s for sure. This list will be co-ed simply because I’m not feral for boy groups like I was younger. Really the boy groups don’t do it for me (4th gen overall criticism tbh) cause it’s really looks and kinda arrogant personalities I find obnoxious given y’all can’t even publicly date or be seen smoking…tone down the elitist vibe lol. But shade aside I do jam some things and have a playlist for my fave 4th gen songs so for sure no hate just a BOMBASTIC side eye sometimes. Anyway…

Stray Kids

Aespa

Lessaraffim (I’m gonna leave it like my mind spells it, enjoy)

NCT 127 (specifically them ((in reference to the units)) cause I enjoy R&B coded K-pop, they do too much Niggaboo shit (looking at Mark and Taeyong DIRECTLY in the eyes 👁️👄👁️)((BUT it’s a Soo Man thing cause him, YG, and JYP competing over who wish they were a born a Black man the most…Soo Man and JYP ✨fist fighting✨over the top spot IYKYK)

New jeans (they’re minors and if they all aren’t their def much younger than me so no requests for minors please this is for taste assessment only)

BIBI and other female soloists (Hyuna, Sunmi, Ga-in, Lee Hyori, etc)

IVE (they really got some bops tbh, this is another TWICE case of let these young women talk and sing how they naturally would…music and live performances will thank them for it)

Nobody really else I guess honorable mentions are Ateez, Fifty-fifty,

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*im gonna add that for Anime/Manga the double dipping means some combination of me knowing the material in both forms of media. Like Jujutsu Kaizen is an amazing example currently as of course the anime is ongoing but the manga is far ahead by a large portion of plot. So if your anime only, manga only, or something be sure to let me know so I’m not spoiling by accident. Don’t want the smut to spoil a character death or something….right? 😅

**the long story short and overall caveat of why I’ve fallen out of love for groups and K-pop are the fact that yeah as a Black person I genuinely started getting pissed off with colorism, n-word usage, appropriation, and mockery. The shit gets old and as a poor old super fan I’m happy I didn’t spend the money people do for folks who would literally refuse my hand…🫤 be fr. Likewise, the deaths of idols who were literally my biases really (of course) bothered me and took a toll on my enjoyment of the genre too. The more you love it the more you learn and that’s usually where the fun ends and now it’s numbers charts and placements. Lame 😭. I let the time I was fan be that but otherwise ? Eh I’m good I’ll bop from time to time and catch the tea but my bread in my pocket (besides my B1A4 What’s Happening and Twice Scientist albums😂)((and the other old albums I’ll get before they disappear forever or get destroyed🫠))

But yeah that’s that on that. I’ll be posting whatever ends up decent enough to be read by others. Otherwise wherever this ends up hope you drop a message🥸!

[ginki]

Home Is Inside You┊ ┊┊ Nanami Kento

Mature content. Minors do not interact.

⚘ Pairing: Nanami x fem!reader (established relationship)

⚘ Genre: Smut

⚘ Word count: 2.7k

⚘ Content warnings: marriage kink, domesticity kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie

⚘ A/N: My first smut piece on here let's goooo!! My wife kink is going brrr so hard rn so please join me. And, of course, let me know if you enjoyed!

“See something you like?” He murmurs as he catches your eyes in the mirror. His lips quirk up as he watches you prop yourself up on the bed, naked, watching him.

You hum. “Always.”

He chuckles and it sounds like drums- like a deep and lustrous melody. It makes you smile.

Kento notices your face turn from playful to hungry as he slowly takes off his tie, then his holster, observing your reaction as you follow his hands when they roam over the leather straps and unfasten them. When he leans over to gently set his weapon against the wall, your eyes rake over the curve of his ass. You watch him slowly, tantalizingly, unbutton his shirt but you don’t complain, mesmerized by his every move. He’s forced to look away as he kneels on the ground to undo his sock garters and slip his socks off. It was stupid how much you liked those things. When he stands, he immediately looks in the mirror for your face and you make eye contact. You look up at him through heavy lashes, eyes immediately darting away and cheeks flushing. Before you came into his life he would have been embarrassed by something like this but these days he relishes seeing you openly desire him. With you by his side, there’s never a reason for him to be strained in his confidence.

“Don’t look away,” he mumbles. The sudden sound in the once silent room shocks you and brings your attention back to him.

There's a thick and sticky tension steadily building in the room as he pulls the zipper of his slacks down and hooks his thumbs under the edges of his pants and boxer briefs. Your rough sigh fills the room as you watch his dick slightly bob from the release of the underwear. The last bit of his clothing hits the floor and he steps out of the pile, cooly making his way to join you on the bed. You roll onto your back and reach up to cradle his face as he bends down to kiss you, effectively caging you with his arms and legs. It's muscle memory now- the way you two dance around each other, always hungry and always waiting.

The kiss is passionate. Kento is a disciplined man and he has learned how to take his time with you, how to build up your pleasure to its peak. He pours his love and desire into your mouth as his tongue finds yours. You can feel the skin at his temples pull taunt, a sign that his eyebrows are furrowed. The thought makes you chuckle.

He pulls back, the expression you had pictured him in taking form in real life.

“What?”

“Always so serious,” you tease him, giggling as his forehead wrinkles even further.

“Should I not be?”

“Not what I meant,” you mummer against his lips as you kiss him again. You try to return his passion, tugging on his lip with your teeth as you pull away. “Just think it’s cute. You’re a serious man. Always focused,” you mumble, running the flat of your palms down his neck and his chest. “One of the many reasons I love you.”

“Love you too,” he mumbles back, a shudder running through his body as he leans in to catch your lips.

This was one of your favorite parts of the whole thing. His lips were trying to consume you and at the same time pour himself into you. When you lean up to press into the kiss harder, he always comes back with double force, forcing your head down into the pillows. It’s a small power play, a show of his strength, that always gets your head spinning. You run your hands back up his chest, to his shoulders, down his arms, basking in the way his breathing picks up. It pulls you two apart, both panting for air before getting lost in each other again. You could stay like that forever, drinking him, but he has other plans.

He leaves open mouthed kisses down your neck, light, breathing teasing against your skin. As he moves lower to your breasts, you feel a strong hand slide from your knee to your inner thigh. Instinct and desire take over naturally and invite him in. It's lovely for him: being able to know you like this and having you spread underneath him. He knows just what to do to mold you to him, to have you melting in his hand. Once your legs are spread, he makes himself comfortable between them, the heat from your core already radiating over his abdomen, and your legs enterwine with his, fitting together like puzzle pieces.

The hand previously on your thigh finds its way back to your hip and then up, a calloused hand coming to join his mouth on your chest. His mouth works on one, kissing underneath and nipping before his lips fully wrap around your nipple and suck hard, teeth grazing the bud. You arch into him and moan as his hand mimics the actions, looking down at him as his mouth moves on to give attention where his hand had previously been. Ludely, he sticks his tongue out to lap at the nipple, licking in an unbroken circle around the bud. Your thighs tighten around his hips and you vaguely think about how lucky you are to see this.

As he focuses his mouth on your chest, his hand travels back down, gliding over your ribs, then your stomach, finally coming to cup your pussy.

“You’re burning up down here,” he whispers as he places kisses just below your ear and down your neck.

You whine in response. In return, his middle finger, once resting between the lips of your pussy, pushes deeper and grazes your hole. You rock your hips into his hand to no avail.

“Such a pretty girl,” he mummers against your neck, his tousled hair tickling your collarbone. “So needy. Already so wet for me.”

“Want you,” you plead. “Wanted you all day,” you gasp as he slips a finger inside you. You stutter out your next sentence. “Always want you.”

He moans deep in his chest, the sensation rattling you and making you clench on empty air as he pulls his finger out far too soon.

“Want you too. But I know you’ve had a long week. Know how much your back hurts.”

You sigh dejectedly. You’d been on your feet all day at work for the past week and it was killing your back. Not to mention, you had made Nanami unaware of this fact and he went rough on you a couple of nights ago. That certainly has not helped your case. A twinge of guilt runs through you remembering the stress he’d felt over hurting you.

“I know,” you pout. “I hate it. I just wanna feel you.”

“I want you to rest.” He comes up from your neck to look at your face. “I want you to relax. Enjoy yourself. I’ll give you what you need.”

His words are confusing enough but your eyebrows crease deeply as he leans over to grab something from under the bed. Only when he comes up with your rabbit vibrator do the dots connect.

“You like this thing quite a bit, don’t you?” There’s a teasing tone in his voice again.

You nod hesitantly. You feel your walls clench as he presses down the button to turn it on, the familiar buzz letting you know it was ready.

“I’ll use this tonight and watch you fall apart under me. I can observe your reactions better when I’m not pounding into you.”

His filthy words make you whine and clench your thighs around his hips again. There was always a point in Kento’s desire where he would tell you anything to get you riled up. It was like a game for him. He wanted to see what flustered you, what got you soaking before he even did anything. He found out a long time ago that your weak point was his voice.

He cages you in again, supporting his weight on one forearm and using the other hand to press the vibrator to your clit. You moan at the mixture of contact and the heat and tautness of Kento’s body surrounding yours.

“So pretty,” he whispers, lavishing the other side of your neck with licks, bites, and kisses. “So good for me. Tell me what you were thinking about today.”

Tell me why you want me.

“Was thinking,” you start after a minute, your head a bit jumbled from concentrating on the vibrator. “Was thinking about your suit. How you look so normal. So normal until you take it off.” Your hips stutter as you recall the fantasy you had that day. “And when you- when you take it off you have your weapon. And those fucking leather straps.”

You arch into him, body begging for more pressure, more attention. You’ve been pent up all day and now it’s going to your head. You throw your head back and close your eyes as you recall.

“God,” you gnash out. “When I see that thing. It makes me think of how precise you are. So strong. So good at what you do. A record breaker. And then you have to take it off to fuck me. Hang up work and have you all to myself. And when you came home, that’s exactly what you did.”

You let out a small cry as he starts to run the vibrator in tight circles on your clit. He moans in response. You think the world of him and it turns him on more than anything. He wants to be the only one that can please you like this. You’re always ready to praise him for ravishing you and it sends desire right through him whenever he thinks about it. Knowing you still fantasize about him even after all this time makes him hot. His body feels like it’s on fire with every sentence. He’s barely even touched you, has no hands on you at the moment, and you're a moaning, desperate mess for him. It makes him dizzy.

“Keep going,” he pants out, hips starting to rut into the bed.

You can feel his hips moving over yours and makes you nearly delirious. You’re panting hard as you reach out to cup his face.

“You’re so gorgeous, Kento. Everything about you. I love your eyes and your nose. I love messing up your hair when you get home. Love seeing it fall in your face. Love your body and your cock," you throw your head back again thinking about him filling you. “It fits me so well.” You come back to look at him, hoping to make an impact with your next sentence:

“I’m so lucky to have you, my beautiful husband.”

Husband. Hearing you call him that is like a siren call. He knows he promised you an easy night but heaven have mercy; he wanted nothing more to bury himself inside your cunt. The strangled groan he releases has you aching and soaking the sheets. He can barely keep ahold of the vibrator with how wet you’ve made it.

“Kento,” you moan out his name, a plea in and of itself.

“Fuck,” he bites out, rutting harder into the bed. “You’re breathtaking. Want to feel you cum on me. That okay? Won’t move. Just,” his words shake as his thrusts stutter. “Just need to feel you.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you beg, wanting so badly to be filled. “‘Yes, please, baby. Wanna feel you before I cum.”

You whine as he drags his middle and pointer fingers up your pussy, gathering your fluid and smearing it on his cock. You take the vibrator over for him.

“I don’t think you need lube this time. You’re dripping down here.”

He quickly grabs his cock and lines up with you, wasting no time sinking into you. He slips in easier than usual, especially with no lube. It brings him a leap closer to the edge knowing you haven’t been this wet in a while and what did it for you was talking about him. Your cunt wraps round him like a vice grip, begging to take him in more. It’s almost searing to be in your walls and he briefly thinks he’ll never get enough of you. The way you full-body moan every time he enters you has his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Fuck, yes, baby. So good for me. So perfect for me,” you babble almost senselessly. “You fit in me so well. Fill me up so good. So fucking perfect for me. Like your cock was made for me. My pretty cock, right? My husband’s pretty cock just for me. And this pretty pussy just for you.”

His chest heaves with restraint. He wants to fuck you until you can’t talk anymore, until you can only beg and say his name. He wants to claim you, own you. His pretty wife. But he won’t- not tonight. He’s not going to hurt you.

“Please move. Fuck me, please. I’m almost there.” The vibrator that’s still sloppily on your clit is pushing you to oblivion. “Cum with me, Nana.”

Of course, you always have a trick up your sleeve: a magical hold over his will power. Many nights of trial and error have given you knowledge on how to make him crumble. His trick is that he knows how you like it and what pushes you over the edge. He fucks you fast but more shallow than usual, taking care not to hurt your back more. You roll your head and cry out as he fucks you just like you need, walls tightening even harder around him as you cream on his cock. He’s amazed how much acknowledging your marriage turned you on. He’d have to tuck that away for later.

Right now, he needs you to cum. He’s almost there himself.

“Like that? That good?”

“Just like that. Yes, yes, just like that.”

His heart swells with love and pride when you open your dazed and bleary eyes to look at him, hands gripping the back of his thighs, legs shaking around him.

“My man,” you whisper. “My husband.”

“Yours. All yours,” he huffs out. “Just like you’re mine, my beautiful wife.”

You were right there. One right touch, one right word until it all unraveled.

“Gonna claim you. Fill you up so you can’t forget me,” he states as he lifts your leg to kiss your calf.

There it is.

“Oh, fuck, Kento. I’m gonna cum, please. Please don’t stop. Ah, I -”

It’ll burn into his memory forever the way you scream his name as you cum on him and squirm just right against his length. Your cunt is almost suffocating. The shaking of your legs is proof of his success. The nails marks in his legs are a trophy to look at later. You feel divine fluttering around him and he cums almost violently with a few more thrusts into your twitching body, hips continuing until he’s left everything inside of you.

He rubs your thighs as you both come down, bending down to kiss your knees.

“You okay, angel?” Concern laces his voice.

“Better than okay,” you respond a bit hoarsely.

His smile matches yours when you peek out from under the arm you threw across your eyes. He pulls out of you slowly and you both sigh. He’s made a mess of you and you off him. His cock is smeared in white and your pussy is dripping onto the bed. Oh, yeah. He’ll definitely remember that for later.

“Are you hurt? Do you think you can walk?”

You hesitate. “Definitely not hurting but I don’t know if I can walk.”

“S’okay. I’ll carry you. Need to shower.”

You scrunch your nose. “Yeah. I’m definitely disgusting.”

He laughs softly as he lays down on the bed next to you. He kisses your cheeks so gently and his words are so soft it makes your heart flutter.

“Just give me a minute.”

“No problem,” you kiss him gently as you intertwine your hands together, rings clinking together. “Thank you for that.”

“No, no. Thank you for indulging me.”

You laugh lightly at his goofy, sleepy face. “Any time, Nana.”