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ayyy-pee · 2 years ago

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On-Call

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Pairing: Shoko Ieiri x Female Reader

Summary: The rush of a hospital stops for no one.

Yet in the early morning hours, when it's just you and her within the four walls of the on-call room, time seems to stand still.

Genre: Hospital AU

Story Warning: Smut, Lesbian Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Scissoring, Slight Jealousy

“Eighteen hours down and we’ll be back again in ten!” Cheers your colleague, Haibara. He raises his pint of beer in the air before throwing it back, chugging it down within seconds.

“And you’ll be fired for showing up drunk if you don’t slow down,” your other colleague, Nanami chimes in.

“Aww, Kentoooooo,” Haibara whines. “Come on! Doctors deserve breaks, too!”

“Yes, breaks. Not alcoholic benders.” Nanami takes a sip of his own beer. The blonde didn’t seem the slightest bit drunk, but that wasn’t unusual. You’d seen Nanami knock back plenty of beers then calmly perform an emergency resuscitative thoracotomy in the ER just an hour later. He was serious, professional and it seemed he did almost nothing wrong. There was much to be admired when it came to Nanami.

Haibara on the other hand was a decent doctor. He was the opposite of Nanami - silly, optimistic and thoroughly enjoyed being a medical professional. They balanced each other well and their friendship made your days worth working.

You loved being able to go home at night and think about the lives you’d saved, the families who you made sigh with relief and happiness at the fact that their loved one would make it. They’d be surviving because of you and your friends. There was no better feeling.

But some days were harder than others. Being a doctor came with its fair share of misery. There were days when all you saw was exhaustion, suffering, families huddled together to say their final goodbyes as they watched the light fade from their loved ones eyes. Yes, some days were harder than others. And when those days were over, you found yourself in the bar surrounded by your friends for quick drinks before you all went your separate ways to power nap before doing it all over again.

You’re all in your second year of residency at Tokyo Jujutsu Medical Center. It’s been absolutely brutal; nothing compared to your intern year, but still intense. Your Chief Resident, Dr. Yaga – despite his assortment of cutesy panda pins – is a hard ass who never lets up. You know he’s hard on you all for a reason, but it still sucks to have someone breathing down your neck over how you placed a catheter or the way you entered your patient dosages. In the end though, you know you’ll be a better doctor because of it. You, Nanami, Haibara, Utahime…everyone you’d spent the last few years suffering with…you would all probably need intense therapy, but you’d be the best doctors.

Then there was her…

Your eyes roam over the shot glass ridden table all the way to the pretty woman across at the end of it, downing probably her twelfth shot of the night before wrapping her glossy lips around a cigarette and taking a drag.

She’s beautiful, with chocolate brown hair that spills around her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes are a similar shade of brown, sparkling despite the dim light of the bar.

Ieiri Shoko – the top dog at the hospital. She’s more than beautiful, if you were being honest. She’s stunning. In another world, you would have loved to be at the other end of the table going toe to toe with her, laughing and taking shots. But, you can’t. You know why. She knows why. It’s for the best that you keep your distance, no matter how difficult it is for you…and maybe for her.

Shoko is gorgeous, talented, insanely smart. And she’s way too cool to be hanging out with you all. You’re sure Satoru and Suguru are way more interesting, way better company. But, maybe she wanted a change of pace. She has been with those two idiots since med school.

Shoko is above you when it comes to rank at the hospital, so you’re not quite sure why the hell she decided to come out with you all when she’s got friends of her own. In fact, you’re not even sure who invited her, but if you had to guess, it’d be Haibara. He likes everyone.

The sharp sound of a pager’s beeping cuts through the joy at the table, the silence setting in immediately. Everyone reaches for their devices, sighing with relief when they see the page was not for them. You groan, throwing your head back as you stare at the tiny screen in your hand.

“Unlucky me.”

You slide the rest of your drink to Nanami who you’re sure will finish it and then drink another. “I have to be back in about five hours, so I’m heading to the hospital to crash in the on-call room,” you tell your friends. “See you all at rounds.”

Mostly everyone says their goodbyes and you head out of the bar, making the trek back to the hospital.

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In the way too early morning hours, your alarm blares next to you, pulling you from a dreamless sleep. When was the last time you’d dreamt? Every time you close your eyes to rest, you only see the back of your eyelids nowadays.

You sit up, stretching before you slide out of bed to head to the bathroom to shower and brush your teeth quickly. You’ll have just enough time to head down to the cafeteria and grab a coffee and muffin before you have to get to rounds. You just need to stick to your timeline.

When you emerge from the bathroom wrapped in your towel, you notice a woman’s form splayed out on the bed out of the corner of your eye. You briefly wonder how she got in here, stepping forward slowly before you realize you recognize her. That thick brown hair and those long slender legs are unmistakable as you approach her.

“Shoko, what are you doing here?” You ask quietly. You glance back to the on-call room door. It’s locked. You’re sure it was locked when you went to bed alone last night and yet Shoko is in here.

She hums as her deep brown eyes find yours. “I wanted to see you before rounds,” she says simply and you freeze for a moment.

“Did I do something wrong yesterday?” Your mind thinks back to your shift. You’d had a bit of difficulty intubating a patient, but ultimately got that taken care of when Nanami came to assist. As far as you knew, there was no issue. The patient was stable.

Shoko shakes her head. “No. Well, I mean you left the bar without so much as a wave in my direction, but no. I just wanted to see you.”

She sits up, crawling off of the bed to stand before you. It’s only then you finally notice she’s only in her bra and panties. Shoko brings her hands up to cup your cheeks, gently bringing her thumb down and running it across your bottom lip before she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to them. Her raspberry lip gloss and the slight taste of cigarettes on her lips assaults your senses and you’re drowning in her before you know it.

“I missed you yesterday,” she whispers between kisses. “I missed these lips,” another kiss. “I missed your taste,” another kiss. “I missed touching you,” another kiss.

You pull back. “Shoko, we can’t do this here. I have rounds soon. We don’t have ti-”

“I want you,” She tells you simply. “I watched you all night, laughing with Nanami, Haibara, everyone else but me. I wouldn’t usually care, you know that. But I hate that I can’t sit with you when we’re out with everyone else.”

A soft smile spreads across your lips. “Yeah, because someone can’t keep her hands to herself.” You see a bit of the sadness behind her tired eyes and you bring your own hands up to cup her cheeks. “Shoko, you know what would happen if anyone found out about us.”

“I know.”

She’s quiet for a moment and you see the wheels turning in her head, trying to find a way to reason with you. She’s not usually so emotional. Shoko is quiet, laid back and nonchalant with most things…but most things didn’t include you. For the past eight months, you’ve been doing exactly what you’re doing now. Meeting up in on-call rooms, sneaking to each other’s apartments when time permits, giving each other longing stares across the pediatric wing when you’re passing each other on your way to a patient’s room.

It’s hard keeping this quiet. And you know it’s as difficult on Shoko as it is on you. It’s only when it’s just the two of you, tangled under the sheets together that she lets you in, tells you how much she wants you and wishes she could hold your hand out in the open. Outside of this, she wears her mask. That’s just how Shoko is. She hides her emotions behind her sarcasm and laissez faire attitude. It’s easier for her that way.

So you give in when she gets needy like she is now, leaning forward and pressing your lips to hers softly. She opens her mouth to you, desperately pouring herself into the kiss and giving you all she can in this moment.

“I do have rounds soon, so we can talk about this more later. Right now, let’s just be together,” you tell her between needy, open mouthed kisses.

She nods, hooking her finger into your towel and pulling. The knot holding the wrap up comes loose and it falls to the floor in a pile around your feet. Shoko’s slender fingers find your waist, pulling you flush against her body and you both moan when you feel your skin touch.

You slide a hand up the back of Shoko’s neck, holding her still as you deepen the kiss before you move your hand up to run through her hair. She sighs and you take advantage, slipping your tongue into her mouth. Shoko runs her tongue along yours, moaning softly when your hand grips her hair between your fingers.

Quickly, you loop your other hand around Shoko’s back, fingers deftly finding the hooks of her bra and unclasping it. She shrugs the garment off before removing her hands from your waist to push her panties to the ground, never breaking the kiss. Her hands find your waist, pulling you back against her and you both moan again when you feel your breasts press together, your groins connecting.

Shoko breaks the kiss first, leaning back slightly to gaze at you. And you gaze at her. She’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever known. You’re convinced that there is no one on this earth prettier than Shoko at this moment and you want to show her.

You gently caress Shoko’s chin, guiding her mouth to yours to kiss her deeply. Shoko melts into you. It’s dizzying, the way this one kiss is turning into one, two, three long kisses. You feel the throbbing in your core begin to grow and you’re desperate to be touched and to touch her. You push softly against Shoko’s shoulders, slowly guiding her back towards the bed until you feel her sinking back into the plush mattress, her hand coming up to grab your wrist and pull you down on top of her.

"I can’t wait to feel you," Shoko comments, pulling back to look at you. You drink her expression in, pupils blown with arousal as she leans into another kiss and you return it fervently, gently caressing her waist. Your hand drifts down Shoko’s chest, cupping her breast in your hand and she whimpers, her own hands coming up to grasp your breasts. She takes each of your hardening nipples between her index fingers and thumbs and rolls the sensitive buds, pulling a sharp gasp from you.

Shoko’s lips find their way to your neck as she lets go of one of your nipples and slips a hand between you both, sliding further and further down until her fingers find your aching clit.

She moans when her fingers slip between your folds and she finds you practically dripping into her hand. You feel her lips curl against your neck with a smirk as she slowly begins rubbing circles.

“We’ve hardly done anything and you’re soaking wet, baby,” she murmurs against you before running her tongue up your neck, to your jaw where she leaves featherlight kisses that have you panting above her.

“I guess I missed you too,” you tell her as you lean forward, crashing your lips into hers. A light gasp escapes you as Shoko slips a finger into your dripping cunt, slowly moving it deeper and deeper with gentle, firm strokes. You match her pace with your own sways of your hips, rocking back and forth in time with Shoko’s movements, gasping and groaning above her as Shoko slips another finger inside.

You drag your hand down Shoko’s torso, smiling against her lips when she shivers and moans at your touch. You feel the soft curls of her pubes just above where your paradise awaits you and you can’t take it any longer.

You break the kiss, sliding your hand between Shoko’s legs to find her just as wet as you. Your fingers stroke her clit gently and you watch as Shoko’s head falls back, her lips parting in silent pleasure as she unconsciously bucks against your teasing touch. You gently press against her clit and Shoko gasps, her hips rocking forward against your fingers.

“You’re so cute like this,” Shoko tells you when she brings her head back up to look at you. She drinks in the sight of you– chest heaving, breasts bouncing, eyes glossed over with lust and she moans softly when she feels the way your walls clamp down on her.

You watch as Shoko rolls her hips into your hand, matching the speed in which you rock your own hips against hers. You can’t help the shiver that creeps up your spine when you feel her sink her fingers into you again and again, hitting your sweet spot.

It goes on and on like this for some time, the sounds of yours and Shoko’s mixed pants and breathing filling the air of the on-call room. You feel yourself growing closer and closer to your peak, but you don’t want to get there without Shoko.

“Let me feel you,” Shoko breathes right before kissing your lips, your neck, your breasts. You nod, lifting yourself off of Shoko’s body and biting back the whine that threatens to escape when you feel her digits leave you.

She slips her fingers between her lips, sucking your essence from them and your core tightens at the sight. She’s so fucking sexy without even trying. Shoko scoots back across the bed and spreads her legs. You gaze at her, the way her pussy glistens with her arousal in the dull light of the on-call room and again, you feel your walls flutter before you follow her lead.

Shoko grabs your leg, hoisting it over her own. You scoot towards each other slowly until you feel Shoko’s hot core press right against yours.

“You’re so warm, so wet,” she moans, pushing her hips towards yours. You both hum with contentment, a soft groan rushing past Shoko’s lips.

You grind your hips against Shoko’s and shiver, feeling the way your slick lets you slide smoothly against each other. You work against each other, clits rubbing against each other. Your head spins from the immense pleasure you’re feeling and you both have to bite your lips to hold in the loud moans and gasps threatening to spill from your mouths.

Shoko grabs onto your thigh, gripping tightly as she picks up the pace. You can feel the wetness pooling between you both, the squelching sound of your slick mixing joining your moans and breaths as you press against each other as closely as you physically can.

“Fuck, god, you’re so wet,” Shoko groans, brows furrowing together as her hips move against yours. Your eyes are glued to her chest, locked onto the way her breasts bounce with every movement. She’s so beautiful, with her pink cheeks and kiss swollen lips. You’re in awe of her beauty, of the way she so effortlessly holds your attention.

“I wish,” Shoko gasps, “I wish I could show everyone you’re mine.” She rolls her hips against yours, moaning at the friction as she continues. “I want everyone to know when we leave here for the night, we go home together. That we belong together.”

Shoko, so quiet usually, is quite the talker when she’s approaching her climax. She always rambles on and on about how much she hates the secrecy of your relationship. And you know it’s true. This is when she’s the most open with you.

“Me too, babe,” you tell her, panting as you press yourselves together harder and faster, chasing your release. And you reach it quickly when Shoko throws her head back, moaning as she whispers, “cum with me”.

And you work yourself faster and faster against her, fingers gripping the bed sheets as you both chase your high together. Just when you think you can’t take anymore, an explosion of delicious ecstasy shoots through your body. You and Shoko cry out as quietly as you can, both your hips bucking of their own accord as you ride out your orgasms together.

……..

You and Shoko untangle your sweaty, sticky limbs as you catch your breath. She kisses you sweetly, whispering how much she wants to be with you, how much she cares for you. She’s always like this afterwards.

A few minutes pass and she climbs out of the bed, heading to the bathroom to shower before she quickly rinses off and dresses. “Sorry to bolt, babe. I have to get to rounds as well. You should hurry and get ready before you’re late.”

You chuckle softly, sliding out of the bed and picking your towel up from its spot on the floor where you’d left it. “It’s your fault if I’m late, Shoko. I better not get in trouble.”

Shoko smiles, moving to give you another kiss as she slips on her white coat. “I hope you don’t. I’ll see you later.” She kisses you again, hard. The way she always does when she misses you more than usual and knows she’ll have to mask her feelings for a while.

You watch her leave before you make your way back into the bathroom for another shower.

……..

You’ve skipped breakfast. You don’t have time and you’re already running behind schedule thanks to your earlier escapades. Rounds started about fifteen minutes ago. You’re bolting up the stairs to the third floor where the orthopedics wing is and where your rounds are taking place this morning. The elevator took way too long. You couldn’t afford to wait and you curse yourself thinking about what a waste of time it was to shower twice. You’re already sweating again.

As you round the corner, you can see the rest of your colleagues are already with a patient. They’re all crowded around the patient’s bed in their hospital room when you arrive. The voice of your superior echoes as they review the patient’s history with the group. You slink to the back of the crowd as your superior drones on.

When they’re done, the room is quiet save for the beeping of the patient’s monitors and their breathing machine.

And then you hear your name called.

Your colleagues separate, parting right down the middle so you’re face to face with your superior and your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest. That luscious, long hair and those beautiful brown eyes with the beauty mark sitting atop her right cheek, just underneath her eye. She gives you a serious look, pursing those pretty, pretty lips she’s now reapplied her raspberry lip gloss to.

“You’re late, Doctor.,” she says sternly enough to fool the others, but not you. You know it’s all a facade. You recognize her mask is up, so you play along as you always do.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Ieiri,” you tell her, offering an apologetic smile. “It won’t happen again.”

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asknarashikari · 3 years ago

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Minific idea: Mei, Reika & Sakura got turned into opposite sex (this time caused by Touma's power gone haywire for short moment.)

Touma's gonna die isn't he.

RIP to Book Jesus I guess

"Kentoooooo!"

"Wha- Lovekov?" Kento asked the little demon as she crawled to him, whimpering. "What's wrong?"

"Love love, kobu kobu love kobu, Kento kobu-" She babbled at him, gesturing wildly, but when it became clear to her that he didn't understand her, she grabbed his hand and started dragging him with her as she returned to where she came.

"Hey wait, where are you taking me?"

"Love love, kobu kobu kobu!"

Kento had little choice but to go with her, letting himself be tugged along by the distressed Lovekov. Soon though, he would see- and hear- exactly what got her so riled up.

"Come back here you little shit!"

"Wah! I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!"

"Touma!" Kento exclaimed at the sound of his lover's terrified voice. "What are you-" He stopped in his tracks when he noticed who was chasing him around. "...Mei? Is that you?" he asked, recognizing the outfit the person was wearing.

"Ah, Kento! Help me catch him!" Mei exclaimed, pointing at Touma.

"No, Kento! She and the others are gonna kill me!" Touma protested, squeaking as

"Why are you..." Kento trailed off, looking at Mei from head to toe.

"It's that stupid sword of his!" Mei growled, her voice unusually deep and gravelly. "It turned me into this!" She gestured at herself- or rather, himself, as Mei had somehow transformed into a young man.

"Kobu kobu!"

"Ack!" Touma yelped as he was suddenly surrounded by a cloud of smoke. "Reika-san, I'm really sorry! I mean it!"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, novelist!" Reika growled, emerging from the smog. "Prepare to die!" She slashed at Touma with Noroshi, which Touma managed to barely parry with Xross Saber.

Kento couldn't help but notice that Kamen Rider Sabela looked a little... different. "Oh... Oh, Touma, please don't tell me..."

"Kobu kobu..." Lovekov said from beside Kento, confirming his worst fears.

"Sakura, no! Don't kill my senpai!" came Igarashi ikki's voice, struggling mightily against his little sister-turned-brother.

"Let me go nii-chan! Let me pummel him for what he did to me!" Sakura said, trying to shove her two elder brothers off her. Like in Sabela's case, Jeanne looked a little different from how she usually did, owing to her sudden transformation into a male.

"Sakura, I'm sure he can undo it, so just calm down for a sec-" Daiji tried to reason.

"Even if he could, he shouldn't have done it in the first place!"

"Yeah, what she said!" Mei added.

"I didn't mean to do it, honest!" Touma exclaimed, managing to push Reika off himself and going to hide behind Kento and Lovekov. "Kento, they're bullying me, see?"

"Uh..." Kento awkwardly looked between his scared boyfriend, his angry girlfriend, his furious colleague and his irate kouhai. "Oh dear..."

#kamen rider saber #kamen rider revice #kamiyama touma #sudo mei #fukamiya kento #shindai reika #igarashi sakura #lovekov #minific #gnr2012

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shionns · 4 years ago

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kentoooooo

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actuallysaiyan · 1 year ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ my girl — nanami kento

summary: you know the kid that kento mentors has a little crush on you; why wouldn't you use that to your advantage?

contents: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, brat taming, possessive sex, semi-public sex, hair pulling, pet names, praise, dom nanami, jealousy, ino has the hots for you, unprotected sex, kinda deg, slight dumbification, um i think that's it clearly i am so desperate for nanami and i haven't even watched the new episode — 2.3k

under the table, you slide your palm up kento’s thigh as he speaks.

he's explaining something about sorcerer politics that you’re not really interested in hearing about, not when there’s an ache between your thighs that he refused to take care of before you left, and his sleeves are rolled up in the way he knows drives you crazy.

across from the two of you, ino sits, attentively listening to your husband as, every few seconds, his eyes subtly slide over to you, the pink flush on his cheeks returning each time he glances at the soft smile that rests on your glossy lips.

ino’s crush on you is no secret. he is, really, quite obvious about how much he wants your attention.

of course, he knows about you and kento, has known since he first set eyes on you at a sorcerers’ meeting and asked you, slyly, if you were single.

kento had come up behind you not a moment later, smiling with a golden band on his ring finger, asking ino if he forgot to introduce his wife.

and though the younger sorcerer respects nanami, perhaps more than anyone, it does little to quell the attraction he has for his wife… especially since you are so insistent on teasing the poor kid at every chance you get.

you can’t help it, really, when it riles kento up so easily. the way he vibrates under his skin with anger, irritated that another person could ever think of his wife in any manner that is less than respectable.

kento sets your hand gently back down on your lap, jaw clenching as his fingers twist around your wrist tightly. though he hides his irritation well, you can tell from the sharp glint in his eye, the tension in his shoulders, that it is getting the best of him.

your husband may be sweet, a lover that never acts rashly out of anger, but he has a possessive streak he’s never been very good at taming.

as kento stiffens, you smile sweetly at ino, who exhales heavily, shifting all of his attention on your husband. though, you are staring him down, listening attentively to every word that he says.

while ino speaks, you slide your hand back over kento’s thigh, vying for his attention. he clears his throat, a warning, as he grips your wrist once more and pushes you away.

it won’t be much longer before he snaps. kento's sitting straighter, back taut as he focuses his gaze sharply on the younger man across from him. whatever the two of them are speaking about is dull, repetitive talk about work that you are bored of.

“so, ino,” you finally ask, the lull in the conversation that you've been waiting for. you speak up before kento can ask any more questions about the sorcerer’s progress. “any pretty sorcerers caught your eye?” you lean froward with a small grin, your breasts fully on display as you set your chin in your palm. “surely someone as charming as you already has a girlfriend."

ino turns red then, a flush spreading from every corner as he tries, so hard, not to let his eyes fall. you admire the effort, really, even though kento catches the moment the younger man's gaze drops, the half second he stares at your tits and squirms in his seat.

“n-no,” ino stutters, nervous for the first time in this conversation; he is usually so loud and outspoken, never feeling shy about the words that leave his lips. “can’t seem to find many sorcerers my age.”

you laugh. it’s true that there are few sorcerers from his year, but you know it is the wrong thing to say.

anger radiates off your husband, and with a sense of satisfaction, you trace your fingers back up his thigh before grinning, batting your eyelashes at ino.

“why not go for someone older, then?” you ask, palming a hand over the steadily growing bulge in kento’s pants

ino chokes, and kento grabs your hand roughly, shoving your fist back onto his lap as he steadies all his anger and buries it down.

“excuse me,” kento suddenly interrupts, and his voice is so calm, so smooth, that its almost like nothing is out of the ordinary. he slides out of the booth, running a palm over his slacks, palms sweaty from his annoyance. “i just remembered i’ve got an important phone call to make. could we put a pause on this conversation?” he is so polite as he nods his head, and ino blinks, looks between the two of you, uncertain if he’s done something wrong.

“of course,” he says, leaning back in his seat. “take you time.”

“would you come with me, sweetheart?” kento turns to you then, and he sounds normal, like there’s nothing wrong, but his hands flex at his side, and his eyes are narrowed almost imperceptibly.

kento’s mad, and you know you’re fucked; but you can't help the desire that sits heavily in your stomach, the way you’re already soaking your panties, wanting him inside you.

“sure, ken.” you nod, smiling at him. “sorry, ino, we’ll back right back.”

you stand next to your husband, who places a heavy hand on your shoulder, a warning. but you love the feeling of his skin on your own and it does little to stop your teasing; it only makes you want him more.

ino says nothing as kento leads you around the restaurant, takes you to the back of the shop where there are two single-person bathrooms. one is occupied, and the other, empty.

the two of you go inside.

“are you trying to embarrass me?” kento says angrily, shoving you into the bathroom as he locks the door behind him, his eyes hungry at the sight of your flushed cheeks, the way you are already so desperate for him. he pushes you towards the sink, eyes flashing as you reach for him, hastily undoing his tie. “you’re acting like a fucking brat whose husband doesn’t know how fuck her right.”

“maybe you don’t,” you counter, yanking off his tie so you can unbutton his shirt, slide your hands across the expanse of his chest. god, you want him so fucking bad. you’re aching, arousal pooling in your panties as your husband lifts you, shoves you back onto the sink. “you wouldn’t even take care of me before you left—“

“don’t start.” he glares and unzips his slacks to free his half-hard cock, stroking it as you try to get your hands on him. though that attempt is feeble as kento grabs both your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. with the other, he hikes your dress up, pushing it along your smooth thighs.

his voice is low and dangerous, deepening as he dances fingertips along your skin. “you’re so fucking desperate for attention that you’ll take it from anyone.” he pins you with his hard gaze, and you’re hot all over, legs shaking with anticipation. “i bet you like that he wants to fuck you so bad, even when you know i can fuck you better.”

you whimper, eyelids fluttering as kento reaches under your dress to pull down your panties.

“prove it, then” you say, and you know you’re only digging yourself a deeper hole, annoying him further as you grope at him. you squirm, trying to release your wrists from his hold, but he’s so strong; you’re only left a writhing mess under his touch. “i want you, kento.”

“yeah?” he asks, yanking your panties roughly down your thighs, the pair that has already been soaked through. “if i give you what you want, will you sit there quietly like a good girl, and stop flirting with the kid who wants something he can’t have?”

the tone sends aching need throughout you, and the commanding presence of his voice is almost too much. “i promise,” you say, shaking as you lock your heels around his hips. “please.”

“please,” kento repeats mockingly, eyes hard as he slips a finger inside of you. he slides right in, barely needing to prep you before he fucks you. “you should be embarrassed; you’re this fucking wet just from looking at me." his eyes harden. "so impatient that you can’t even wait until we get home.”

“i’ve been patient all day,” you say, high-pitched, but you’re quickly silenced as kento slides in and out of you, setting a steady pace while his thick fingers squelch inside your aching pussy. “need you to—“

“stop making demands." he releases your wrists to place a hand on your hips, stop you from fucking yourself on his fingers. “shouldn’t even be giving you what you want, but i can’t help myself. you’re so pretty, so desperate to have my cock inside you that you can’t even sit still.”

“kento, fuck,” you groan, grabbing his shoulders as he stretches his fingers deeper inside you, past the walls that clamp down on him. in a desperation to keep quiet, you try to kiss him, moan into his mouth so no one else can hear you.

but he grips your hair tightly, pulls you away from his lips as you moan, loudly, into the tight space of the bathroom. “nice try.” his fingers pump in and out of your soaked cunt. “but i want everyone to hear those pretty sounds, sweetheart. need them to know who’s fucking the brat out of you.”

you try to pull him towards you, shift him closer with your ankles. “kento—”

“louder.”

“kento, fuck, baby, please. i want you so bad, i love you—” you’re almost screaming, desperate to cum as his thumb brushes against your clit, teasing, and not enough for you to find complete release.

but you’re squeezing so tightly around his fingers that he must know you’re close, even as he pulls out of you, the juices from your need for him soaking his knuckle.

finally, he smiles at you, softly.

“there’s my good girl,” he says, and it reminds you why you never want anyone else but him, why you need him, desperately, all the time. kento’s cock is already aching, leaking, and he forces it into you without warning, grunting into your neck. “sometimes, you're just so fucking stupid when you want my cock.”

you nod, whimpering out a breathy moan as he thrusts into you, hard and rough, still holding you by the hair so you can’t kiss him, even as much as you want to.

you’re so hot all over, skin burning as he stretches you. “please, let me cum, ken,” you say, and there’s tears in your eyes; you’re so close, but you want to be good for him, want to show him how much you love him.

he hums against your neck, watches you writhe as he forces himself deeper into you, burying his cock in your pussy completely.

you can’t help the sinful noises that leave your throat, echoing down the vents to the kitchen, to the dining room. and maybe everyone in the restaurant can hear your husband fucking you, but you don’t care, not when you’ve waited this long for him to be inside you.

“so pretty,” he says, sharply, and finally, he lets his hands fall from your hair, holds your hips instead, bringing you harder onto his cock.

a tear rolls down your cheek and you bite down on your tongue to keep from screaming, whimpering at the aching pleasure in your entire body.

“you’re mine,” kento says, kissing you sloppily, hungrily as you thread your fingers through his hair. his tip brushes the sensitive spot inside you, and you're not sure how much longer you can stop yourself from cumming. “mine, mine, mine. no one else should ever get to fucking look at you if they can’t tell who you belong to.”

“i don’t want anyone but you,” you say, and you’re almost shouting, saliva all over your mouth as you drool from his harsh kisses. "i'm yours, kento."

you feel him smile against your lips. “that’s my girl,” he says, voice rough as he grips you tightly, nearing his own orgasm. “you wanna cum, pretty? make a mess on my my cock, sweetheart. i’m so close.”

his thrusts grow sloppy, and you grip his shoulders as he fucks deep into you cunt, forcefully, and, finally, you cry out, toes curling as you cum, hard, around him.

kento’s face is flushed, sweat at his hairline as his tips edges against your cervix, almost painfully, before he’s toppling over the edge, biting down hard on your shoulder with a groan. hot ropes spill into your cunt, and you're still writhing, moaning from sensitivity as his warm seed settles deep within you.

he’s so pretty; you kiss him over and over, the loose hair that sticks to his forehead, the flush on his cheeks. “mmm,” you hum, tasting the coffee on his tongue. “love you so much, kento,”

“you say that now,” he says curtly, slowly dragging himself out of your tight walls. “but wait until we get home.”

already, your pussy aches again, and you’re too warm, sweating as kento fixes his hair in the mirror.

you try to slide your panties back on, reach for where they've pooled at your ankles, but kento is faster. he yanks them away, folds them up nicely to tuck into his pocket.

“kento—”

“leave them off,” he says, sniffing as his cheeks slowly return to their normal color. “maybe ino will stop thinking about fucking my wife if he sees my cum running down her thighs.”

you stare at him, blinking, but you don’t have the energy or the willpower to fight anymore. instead, you obey, standing as a mix of kento's cum and your own juices seep onto your inner thigh, creating a sticky mess between your legs.

your husband unlocks the door, and you follow him back into the dining room, where ino is subtly sliding back into the booth, his cheeks red, a bulge obvious in his pants. he glances between the two of you with wide eyes, and darts his gaze back down between your legs, before staring at kento uncomfortably.

“did you get your call sorted out?” he asks, and his voice is higher, squeakier as you sit down with your husband.

kento smirks, satisfied. “it’s been taken care of.”

i need him to fuck me so bad

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saeugen · 9 months ago

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polite kentoooooo 😈😈😈😈😈😈 #sweetyams

a.n.: told yall id do it at some point (happy early birthday to me)

c.w.: mdni, 18+

cowboy!nanami who works as a ranch hand on the gojo family estate. as a daughter of the gojo heads, you meet the young man on his first day. immediately swept away by his charm, you know you’re done for. and he falls like putty through your hand, enamored by your kindness. the fact that he’s absolutely gobsmacked by your beauty is a plus

cowboy!nanami who’s calloused hands are ever smooth on yours when he goes to draw your attention, careful not to scare you. his nimble feet working with horses make him stealthy, and unsuspecting to those he approaches.

cowboy!nanami who makes a habit of bringing you the fresh eggs and dairy he harvests each day, as he takes note when you mention how much you enjoy baking.

and cowboy!nanami gets to reap the fruits of his labor, as you bring him new goods to try out during his breaks. the compliments drip from his tongue as he gushes and exalts your talents. he’s never been more certain that his love language comes in the form of food than when he’s reveling in the delectable treats you’ve brought him.

cowboy!nanami who builds up the courage to ask you on a date. a polite (and beautifully scenic) picnic on the estate, with wine from the orchard and fresh produce from the farm. and it's quite the juxtaposition how the stoic cowboy needs to build up the confidence to ask you on this date, nervous as to not overstep.

cowboy!nanami pushing back a strand of hair that falls in your face, moving it out of the way to paint a clear canvas as he leans in for a chaste kiss. you grasp onto his broad shoulders for better footing, and cowboy!nanami knows he's done for.

those calloused hands once again returning as cowboy!nanami draws circles over your clit. the tender motion sending shock waves of electricity through your body. and how cowboy!nanami praises his pretty girl for taking his fingers so well.

the gentle burn of how cowboy!nanami’s cock stretches you doesn't go unnoticed, but his gentle guidance adds a new level of pleasure to the experience. he looks at you with nothing but adoration, smitten by the way you’ve not only taken him, but allowed him to see a more intimate part of you.

cowboy!nanami guides you through your orgasm, his praise continuing as you ride out your high. and cowboy!nanami makes it a point to clean you up after, drawing you into him in comfort as you slowly drift off to sleep.

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starrbright · 1 year ago

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i wanna annoyingly choke gojo so bad in exasperation, like.

kentoooooo🤩🥺🥰

oh no! a mistletoe!?

itadori and gojo are never up to any good. especially during the holiday season. (nanami kento)

warnings; one mention of alcohol, a swear word or two

sfw, gender neutral

nanami never liked parties— especially ones thrown by gojo. it always ended in some sort of disaster. like last year, when he celebrated shoko’s birthday. he got ‘dynamite’ candles. you know… the kind you only ever see in cartoons? he somehow got those— that exploded cake everywhere. nanami was kind enough to help clean afterwards (though it was mostly because he sort of pitied shoko in the moment).

but yeah. he really doesn’t like gojo’s parties.

yet, he’s at one.

now— nanami would be resting on his recliner while reading books if he could— he really would. but, you and itadori begged him to come. no— bribed him to come. you had baked all sorts of sweet breads for him (it’s his only weakness). itadori even baked him something!! it was awful and his talents lie in cooking but— it was appreciated and was enough to convince nanami to go.

now he stood behind gojo’s kitchen island, surrounded by his friends, coworkers, and students. he held a glass of eggnog that gojo ‘secretly’ spiked. it wasn’t as sneaky as gojo hoped— nanami literally watched gojo put fireball into his cup. he doesn’t mind the alcohol but, he has to drive tonight so he’d rather not drink at all.

“why so antisocial, kento?” you stood close to him, despite having all the room behind the counter. “i don’t care for these, you know i only came because of yuji and y— the bread.” you gave a simple hum and nod, a bit sad that you weren’t explicitly part of the reason. “well uh, was the bread good?” “of course. you were the one who made it after all.” he cracked a small, very tiny, smile that you were lucky enough to catch. it made your heart soar. “thank y—” “hey~ look what we got~” gojo interrupted you with a smirk— while holding a stick (?). itadori trailed behind him. “uh… what?” you just looked at him weirdly, confused as to why he had a stick in his hands and why itadori’s own hands were behind his back and not in his sweatshirt pocket.

“okay now!” itadori quickly handed something to gojo and he hooked it on the stick.

he dangled whatever was on the stick above your heads— you slowly looked up, still very confused.

oh.

“look! it’s a mistletoe! you gotta kiss!” itadori said excitedly. he was quite fond of the thought of you and nanami becoming a couple. he looked up to the both of you. almost like parental figures. “yep~ that’s the rules~” gojo gave a teasing smirk— you wanted to punch him. ruin his life, even.

you see— somehow… someway… gojo caught on to your feelings for nanami. which was quite annoying and you had to make him take a legal oath to keep it a secret from him. especially since he’s a loud mouth.

you supposed this was his sad attempt at hinting your affection towards nanami… and with itadori being here— he definitely knew. either that or gojo just got him wrapped up in another dumbass prank.

“satoru wh—” he shushes you. like— the librarian type of shush. “c’mon it’s a tradition! and you’re a traditional guy, aren’t you nami~?” now it was nanami’s turn to get frustrated— he is traditional but, the situation is just embarrassing. not because it’s you! but, because there’s people around. “stop being weird…” nanami grumbled, very quietly. “come on you two!” itadori took the stick from gojo and waved it all around you. “kiss kiss!”

you were so happy the music was up and everyone was busy— otherwise, this situation would’ve been worse than it is now. “uhm— i… what?” your voice was quiet. this interaction has been rather embarrassing. “i— well, are you… fine with it..?” he whispered, his voice became as quiet as yours. gojo couldn’t hear— but he happily assumed that you both would follow the tradition. “if you are then… yeah. i am…” your cheeks grew warm.

was he really gonna kiss you?

nanami spun the other two around and pushed them away. “we aren’t going to, so stop being ridiculous and leave.”

huh?

nanami turned back to you and gestured towards gojo’s balcony— the two of you snuck past everyone, happily leaving unnoticed.

“so uh… that was interesting,” nanami closed the balcony door. “yeah… very…” you felt awkward and slightly confused. “i wouldn’t mind by the way. kiss you, i mean. i do want to uhm… yeah,” nanami was blushing— it was a rare and pretty sight. “i’d like to as well… to kiss you.”

you both stood awkwardly, it was silent. he stared at the ground, you noticed his drink was no longer in his hand. and— he felt like a teenager again. his heart was racing, his face was flushed, and there was that awkward silence. the kind that happens after a confession where both teens know they like one another but they aren’t sure what to do next.

“why are we acting like this? like… you know— teenagers. i mean, we’re adults. we should… take the next step. shouldn’t we?” you looked at him, waiting for a reaction or response.

he shyly turns to you— it was cute to see.

he cups your face— he had a very gentle hold. and he gulps as he pulls you towards him— you know this because, you saw how his adam’s apple bobbed.

you weren’t sure where to place your hands. on his hips? his arms? around his neck? around his waist? maybe even grabbed his shirt? you didn’t know.

though— you supposed you didn’t need to know. because, as soon as his lips touched yours, they shot to his wrists.

the kiss wasn’t very long, just a 5 second one. but, it held passion and all his pent up feelings for you. it held his longing and adoration. it was electrifying— it was as if your body had been shocked. in the good way, of course.

when he pulled away, all he could do was stare at you— “thank you,” you whispered and he chuckled. “what for?” “you know… that.” he smiled and shook his head, silently laughing. “can you do it again?”

the first story of the christmas event!

please follow along ‘cj’s christmas event’ for more!!

#so cuteeeeeeeeee #sweet treats! 🍡#!!!🍦🍬🧁#loveeeeeeeee

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