It’s Friday, around 9 p.m. Gentle sound of raindrops hitting the windows is reminding of the rainy weather, that has been present for the whole day. The smell of him on his hoodie that I’m wearing puts my mind at ease, but his presence would be even better… I know he’ll be here soon, he texted me some time ago that he’s on his way. Under a soft blanket, with a book in my hands, I am impatiently checking the time every five minutes and looking out of the window, waiting for him to come home. I can’t wait to have him in my arms again.
A loud thud signalize that the door closed when he finally comes home. He heads right to me, as usual. I can see the tired and grumpy expression on his face and I immediately know that he must have a long day. My poor darling…
I put my book away and open my arms for him. “Welcome home, my love.” I say but I doesn’t receive a respond. Instead, he falls into my arms and hides his face in the crook of my neck, closing his eyes and relaxing on top of me. I wrap my arms around him, one of my hands gently strokes his hair, while the other is tracing small comforting circles on his back. Oh, how I love letting him lean on me like this… I’m here for him, always. “Rough day?”
“Mhm…” I can feel a gentle vibration as he hums into my skin and nuzzles his face closer, seeking comfort and affection. From me, he has all of it. “Hold me…”
What a big baby. I love those needy demands of his. Makes me feel needed. I don’t want him to need anyone else but me.
“I am holding you, dear…” I whisper softly, running my hands through his hair in a comforting manner. “I’m right here and I won’t let go of you. Never.”
He lets out another needy hum and clings onto me like a koala bear. I love it when he’s like this… I can take care of him and make sure he’s safe and comfortable in my arms. I can express my love and make sure he feels all of it, so he has no doubts that he’s the most precious person for me and I’d never hurt or replace him. He’s all mine and I’m all his. I want this to last forever…
Is that how real love feels?
My thoughts get interrupted by his husky voice and warm breath on my neck. “…Love you…”
I don’t think he knows how much the softness of this moment warms my heart. I don’t think I am even able to express it. If I could, I’d run to the moon and back and bring him all the stars. I’d collect all the flowers on the earth and make him an enormous bouquet. I’d write a book about it, but there wouldn’t be enough trees for the pages.
So instead, I just pull him impossibly closer and kiss him on the forehead affectionately, then bury my face in his hair. “I love you too…” Even if I am not able to express it, I hope he knows how much.
I don’t know what real love is, but this moment definitely feels like it.
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✎ sherlock holmes, MIGUEL O'HARA, homelander, DILUC, WRIOTHESLEY, neuvilette, ALHAITHAM, stephen strange, AIZAWA SHOUTA, NANAMI KENTO, logan howlett, frank castle, KAMISATO AYATO (and basically anyone who you wanna put in here but those are my choices, comment/reblog yours) .ᐟ
fun fact about me, i've never been in love. (at least i've never realized it). is this how it feels?
contents- cream pies, size kink, squirting, mentions of ass eating, dirty talking, slight masturbation, corruption (?), toji's version of PDA, kissing, mirror fucking, wall fucking, penetrative sex, pussy eating, voyourism
Such a pervert.
Toji fushiguro, your boyfriend, who is a force of damn freakiness. You've been together for some time now and his "request" never fail to surprise you.
You'll just wrap your towel around you, striding out the bathroom. The next thing you know, he's in the front of you, towel on the ground as he spins you around and asks tells you if he can eat your ass.
And the thing is, he'll dirty talk to you so good to get what he wants. Not in the mood? Cool, guess you wouldn't mind him rutting into his hand as he audibly lets you know that nothing can make him cum except your cunt. You definitely don't fall for it every-time.
He's down to fuck any and everywhere but you're always so rational. He has to break you in.
It starts off innocent, just a big man and his tiny girlfriend getting some ice cream. You got some on your cheek, he licks it off. Nothing too crazy.
You go out to eat with friends, he find some reason to shove his tongue down your throat...Nothing too crazy.
You wanted to take a walk with him to the park, he demands a break by sitting on a nearby bench. It's getting a bit late and the people around leaves so he sits you on his cock. Definitely nothing too crazy.
He'll cum inside your gummy walls and pull your panties back up, making you walk home with a sticky mess between your legs. Again it's nothing too crazy.
He undeniably has a size kink. Toji is a big boy, no matter how many pairs of heels you have, or how many stretches you do a day, you'll always look small compared to him. He'll always comment on it, especially when you're close to him.
That size kink... he definitely doesn't get off faster during missionary because he can see the bulge in your belly.
Okay, maybe he does. But it's not his fault. You made him hard, your pussy sucked his cock in and literally milked him when he mentioned how small you are compared to him.
He now has grounds, it gets him off and now he knows it gets you off too.
So, as any normal man would do, he starts talking about it during sex.
He'll put his head in the crook of your neck and tell you how your tight little hole is struggling to take all of his cock.
He'll take your hand and make you feel how your stomach bulges from his thrust.
He'll even fuck you in front of a mirror and make you look at how well he fills your slick little pussy.
He runs a strict program. It's either you watch the way his cock stretches your cunt or you make eye contact with him. If your eyes close, he'll stop fucking you.
Sometimes he loses control a little and picks you up, fucking you against a wall and filling you more time than you can count. He'll hold eye contact the entire time and would have a firm grip on your face so he can see every expression you make.
Toji loves making you squirt. He'll bend you in half, knees by your ears as he flicks your clit and tongue fuck you like a touch starved man.
After he's made you squirt til he's satisfied he'll pull out his cock and stroke it over your pretty little body, cumming directly onto your hole just to use it as lube.
He'll stuff you with more and more cum before pulling out and spurting all over your cute face as his final round.
You both are thoroughly fucked out and you swear that would be enough sex for the damn week.
But of course, your perverted boyfriend Toji will run it back nastily tomorrow.
why am i such a people pleaser? i mean, i know why. i had to walk on eggshells around my ex-best friend and were doing everything to please them. now i do the same with other people.
stating clear boundaries with my ex friend wasn’t an option because they were taking everything personally – my boundaries were hurting them and, even though i didn’t do anything wrong, i felt like the worst person on earth because of it, and because i felt like they saw me like one. now i know i didn’t do anything wrong, but the guilt still lingers – i’m still gaslighted that they were, and still are, always right and i’m nothing but a dog to obey them, who is not allowed to have his own boundaries. i spent many hours in therapy to understand that their actions were hurting me and that I WASN’T WHAT THEY MADE ME… but i still feel imprisoned in this mindset.
and the worst part is? it’s starting to happen with other people now. maybe not exactly the same thing but still
the difference is that i don't feel gaslighted. i’m just… too soft. too sensitive. too damn emotional
a bloody pushover.
one of my classmates is… weird, to say the least. i don’t want to get into details, but… his persona just concerns me and some of my classmates. dude talks about h1tl*r whenever he gets a chance; has his speech saved on computer. makes jokes about ku-klux-klan. thinks spanking as a punishment is okay. but he’s not trying to project his beliefs on me and my friends, thankfully.
he bothers us. the jokes he makes – about said ku-klux-klan, h1tl*r, racism, doing drugs, drinking, and sociopathic tendencies and other creepy stuff. he drinks a lot of beer too – i mean, on every hangout he has at least FOUR cans, meanwhile the rest of us doesn’t drink at all. we talked about it with my friends, that we feel very uncomfortable when he does that or makes his not-so-funny jokes, and i wish i wasn’t so emotional on the manner. by emotional i mean… i struggle to set boundaries. the reason for it is that he shared his sob story with us – about being lonely and needing contact with other people, always being the “weird” guy (i wonder why) and… i’m a HSP. i can’t just… ignore his feelings. i feel bad for him – he clearly struggles to understand some social norms.
therapy for him is not an option – he says it’s bullshit (and actually believes it). we know cuz we proposed it to him
and now, why i brought up my ex-friend before? because with them it was a similair case – they had a hard life and i simply never wanted to say anything to upset them – even if it was just a boundary and even if it cost me my mental health (i wasn’t noticing it at that time). with him, it’s the same – i struggle to set a boundary, call him out on his behavior and talk to him because of his sob story too. i don’t want to be the reason he’d get upset, which he definitely would. i’m aware upsetting him would be a necessary evil in this case but, well…
here comes the question again – why am i such a people pleaser?
why am i a bloody pushover. a fcking weak bitch with a backbone made from rubber.
might be a trauma response. might be my highly sensitive ass. might be my own experiences of being the “weird” kid and feeling bad for the guy. or might be all of these at the same time.
it has been only around a week i’ve been living with this struggle and i’m already considering going back to therapy because it’s clearly something i still haven’t healed from yet. i might be dramatic cuz i’m on my period and have a lot of stuff at uni going on – leaving me already tired, yet i still have to deal with this bullshit. there’s a lot of factors.
(it’s already a fucking second page word document...)
alright, to the point then – why am i writing this?
please just say something to make me feel better. i don’t need an advice, just tell me i’m not a bad person. i need to hear it. i need to hear i’m allowed to have boundaries. i need to hear that sometimes it’s fucking unavoidable to hurt someone, even when you’re trying your best not to,
i already went through something like that. i already “had to” hurt a person i was afraid to hurt.
i don’t feel connected to this world. it’s not a manner of being lonely or being unable to form a relationship/friendship. i genuinely feel like i wasn’t made to live in it. i don’t fit. i don’t belong. just like water doesn’t mix with oil, i can’t seem to mix with this world. i’m different. not better. different. damaged. like a damaged product from the factory called “life”.
“survival instinct of a fart” tiktok judges would say.
and the worst part is the people – “welcome to adulthood, it’s only gonna get worse”. thanks, that definitely helps. seriously – i didn’t ask to be an adult. i didn’t ask to be bring into this system. this fuckass toxic society. “the world isn’t perfect” no shit sherlock. but WE created this hell ourselves.
our only goal on earth was just to… exist. WE brought the stress to this world. WE brought the wars. WE brought the capitalistic misery. WE brought racism. WE brought misogyny. WE brought homophobia and other society’s diseases.
this wasn’t supposed to be such a rant. i just wanted to share my experience of feeling detached from this world and kinda went on as i typed.
anyways, anyone has a manual instruction of how to be an adult? i do really feel like i have a survival instinct of a fart.
oh i forgot to mention how angry it makes me when people make fun of young adults when they struggle with adulthood. like, i’m sorry the whole magical knowledge how to manage my life didn’t automatically spawn in my head when i graduated high school.
sorry, if my existence bothers you that much just lock me up in a room with wi-fi, phone, a computer and you’ll never hear from me again. my existence won’t bother you anymore.
“figure the life out yourself lol” i’ll kms how that sounds?
warnings: slight nsfw suggestive content, deadpool being a tease
„Why you have a Jojo Siwa backpack?” Wade asked, eyeing Logan with suspicion as if asking him “Are you part of the rainbow squad?” getting an annoyed grunt out of the shorter man and a look of despise.
“Why ya such a fuckin’ bitch?”
“Jesus-“
That’s how things have been going between Wade and Logan since god knows when. The day Wilson joined the X class as a new student Howlett knew he absolutely HATES that guy. He was not only stupid, had a dirty mind and filthy mouth but on top of everything… despite that bald head and scarred skin, this dumbass was hella attractive. Logan hated the way his pulse quickened every time Wade made an idiot out of himself in the classroom. He hated the way he got 207th bone every time Wilson purposely touched him. And he hated that Wade knew how he worked on the feral mutant.
Just like one time when he was late to class. The teacher was in the middle of the lecture.
“Human body has 206 bones…”
“Really? I thought 207! Especially when I’m watching “Gossip Girl”.” He said out of breath, storming into the classroom. Everyone glared at him, including the teacher who was visibly too stunned to speak. Yet one person wasn’t.
“Oh my god, bub, shut the fuck up.” Logan grumbled in annoyed tone.
“Enough!” the teacher finally snapped out “Howlett, language! Wilson, sit down!”
Wade took the seat next to Logan and whispered softly “make me” as he sat down. The Wolverine grumbled in frustration and scooted closer to the edge of the desk. In response to that, Wilson spread his legs and bumped his knee against Howlett’s.
“Watch it, bub.” Logan threatened.
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Wade acted innocent but he damn well knew what the shorter man was talking about. He rubbed his knee up Logan’s thigh, getting out a frustrated growl from the feral mutant and causing his cheeks to grow red…. and not only his cheeks. He wanted to get up and change his seat but for a centrain reason he couldn’t.
The other day, P.E classes. Logan as a short and buff guy was the king of the field while playing American football. Wade as the class clown was always falling on his face and bumping into everyone. Especially Logan.
Howlett was about to score a point when this preciously bald head appeared before him and knocked him to the ground, falling on top of him.
“Opsies! Sorry, big guy~” he tried to act innocent, as always, but the way he pressed his body down onto Logan in provocative way was everything but innocent.
“Get off me, bub!” furious Wolverine tried to push him off of him, but Deadpool had other plans. Because his arms were tightly wrapped around Howlett, they ended up switching and the class clown was now the one on the bottom.
“So naughty, Peanut~” Wade’s teasing was merciless. He loved it. And he loved the way it always worked. “Buy me a drink first.”
“You’re dead.” Without a warning, the shorter man retracted his claws and stuck them into Deadpool’s abdomen. The other man didn’t have to think twice. Soon they both and the field were a bloody mess.
In the principal’s office, Wilson couldn’t hold himself back from further teasing. “That was just a foreplay~” Howlett had to use all of his self control not to start a fight again.
Everyone was aware how much Logan despised Wade but nobody was aware why Wilson’s target is Howlett specifically… and why did they had this chemistry between them. A chemistry nobody understood, even Wilson and Howlett themselves.
Until one day BOTH Wade and Logan were late to classes. As soon as they entered the classroom, out of breath and with flushed faces, giggles could be heard among their classmates. Wilson was used to people laughing at him but Howlett wondered what the f*ck has gotten into them.
“What’s so fucking funny, idiots?” he snapped, causing another wave of laughter.
One of the students dared to speak. “Ask your bub! Or should I say… babe.”
“What are you tal-“
He wish he didn’t knew what his classmate was talking about but he had his suspicions. He glanced at Wade who had an innocent expression but this time it was genuine – he also didn’t know what was happening. Then Logan noticed that one of the girls was looking from her phone to them while laughing. He caught the hint and snatched the phone from her hand. He went pale and his heart dropped to his stomach.
On the phone screen he could see a picture of Wade pressed against the bathroom’s wall, with Logan pressing against him, their tongues locked together and their 207th bones rubbing through their pants. There was no denying it that they were obviously making out.
nanami doesn't want to get married because of his work as jujutsu sorcerer and fear of abandoning his partner... but it's teen kento and his fear of dating you because he doesn't want to lose you just like he lost haibara
words: 2.3k
warnings: angst to fluff, death of a friend, reader has a crush on nanami
"Kento, please!"
"No."
"I promise, it will be fun! Just this one time, please!"
"I told you already, I don't like going to the cinema."
"Maybe you'll change your mind if you come with me?"
"...I doubt that."
Another attempt to ask out one of your classmates, Nanami Kento, ended up as a failure. No matter how hard you tried, no matter what you offered him, the answer was always a cold NO. You couldn’t understand why is he like that. He could just tell you that he’s not interested, but no – you see in his eyes that he craves another person beside him, but for sone reason he keeps pushing you away. Your other classmate, Haibara Yu, doesn’t have that problem and is spending with Kento a lot of time. What does he have what you don’t?
“Honestly, I just think he’s not the type of person who enjoy having many friends.” Haibara told you one day. “Maybe one close friend is enough for him.”
“I know Yu, but… we’re classmates! We’re going on the missions together! Having a good relationship would improve our teamwork, would it not?”
“I see your point, Y/N.” he put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “I wish I could do something.”
“It’s not your fault, Yu. Don’t trouble yourself with it… I just wish I had your confidence.”
Haibara laughed softly. “Stop it!” he nudged you. “You’re yourself and that’s what’s important. Don’t try to be someone else.”
His comment caused a small smile on your face. “Thank you so much… But I can’t help but overthink a lot, you know? What if Kento suspects that I have a crush on him?”
Haibara giggles again. “Maybe he does. If you ask me, the possibilities of him suspecting something and not suspecting anything are equal… But I think there’s just something else going on his mind. Even if we spend a lot of time together he’s not very open with me either…” his voice dropped into a murmur. “…but, no… could it be…? Nah… maybe I’m just overthinking either…”
The sudden change of his demeanor catches your attention. “What is it, Yu?”
He took a deep breath. “He kinda acts like… doesn’t want to get attached.”
“Doesn’t want to… get attached?”
At first you didn’t understand Haibara’s words until his tragic death on a mission you couldn’t attend him and Kento, because you were still healing your wounds from another mission. Besides, it was just a third class curse, nothing could go wrong… right? You didn’t know what exactly happened, you could’ve just try understanding the situation through Haibara’s body cut in half and Kento sitting in the corner of the room, mumbling something about the curse being first class. Geto, who was also in the room, looked at you with pity as he covers the body and walked closer to you then puts his hand on your shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know how hard it is to lost a companion.”
Kento, who didn’t seem to acknowledge your presence in the room before, suddenly looked into your direction. Your eyes met his, in which you saw pure terror and pain. For a second, he was like a frozen in place. In his eyes you could observe the mess that was going through his head in that moment. What you couldn’t observe is that his brain was running wild with the darkest scenarios of how he could lose you now. In another second, he stood up and ran out of the room. Your heart broke as you see tears forming in his eyes. You wanted to follow him, but Geto’s hand on your shoulder tightens.
“Leave him for now.” he says. “He needs space. And rest. I recommend you to rest too, Y/N. And try not to think much about it. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. It’s the cruel reality of jujutsu world.”
Geto spoke with so much understanding for Kento that you gave in and decided to listen to him. The next two weeks were silent. Completely silent. Kento was barely leaving his room, he wasn’t answering when you were knocking at his door or calling him, and while passing you in the hallway he was completely ignoring you. You wanted to be mad at him for treating you that way but all you felt was worry. You couldn’t ignore the tired and frustrated expression on his face. You couldn’t ignore Haibara’s words echoing in your head. “…he doesn’t want to get attached…”. Suddenly every dots connected and everything starts making sense.
One day you’ve had enough. One day you couldn’t stand his cold attitude anymore. You got assigned on a mission – nothing very serious, just some weak curses in an abandoned hospital. As expected, Kento was very stubborn. He didn’t want to cooperate with you and wanted to handle everything himself. After quiet “I’ll handle it.” he exorcised all curses alone, not giving you chance to do anything. He got hurt but didn’t seem to care about it. After he made sure you’re okay, you returned to Jujutsu High and his wounds got healed, you managed to catch him when he was returning to his room from the ambulatory.
“Kento… can we talk?” you crossed his path and tried to look into his eyes but he was avoiding your gaze.
“We have nothing to talk about.” he tried to walk past you but you grabbed his arm.
“Yes… yes, we have.” your grip on his arm was strong, not letting him go. “Can you stop acting like I don’t exist?”
He’s still avoiding your eyes like fire. “…I’m not acting like you don’t exist.”
“Yes, you are.” your voice crack slightly with emotion. “Listen… I know Yu’s death is hard to handle, but…”
“You know nothing,” he managed to rip his arm out of your grip and walked to his door. “You weren’t there… you don’t understand a single thing!” his voice is filled with frustration and sorrow. He disappears in his room but that wasn’t going to stop you. You held the door before he could close it and walked into the room behind him.
“Then let me understand.” you sit on the bed next to him, reaching for his hand. “Kento… please.” the urgency in your voice caused his eyes to fill with tears, but he still wasn’t looking at you. He was just staring into space, trying to process what is happening and what he should say. When after some time you didn’t get an answer from him, you started speaking again. “Before Yu died… he told me something. He said that… he thought you never want to spend time with me because… you don’t want to get attached. Is that right?”
You scanned his face, trying to read his emotions. Then suddenly something inside him breaks. Tears started streaming down his cheeks and he finally looked you into eyes. Now that you could see his expression better, your heart broke into million pieces. His eyes were showing so many emotions… Pain, worry, fear… But most importantly, he seemed so… lost.
“Yes, he was right…” his voice was cracking. “He was right… I’m a coward. I’m afraid of getting attached… that’s all true…” he seemed like he went crazy with his thoughts. The tone of his voice sounded so hurt, so broken, so tired…
“Hey, shh… calm down…” you tried to soothe him, gently rubbing his arm as he cries. “Everything is fine, Kento.”
“Nothing’s fine!” he was crying harder, releasing all bottled up emotions from past few months. It made your stomach twist in pain, seeing the person you love in such state. “He was my friend… He was my friend and now he… a-and you…”
“Me… what?” you asked, trying to sound soft but there is confusion in your voice. When he realized what he said, his cheeks turn slightly pink and looks away from you so you can’t see his face. You didn’t want to push him but you needed answers. “What’s on your mind, Kento?”
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He wiped his tears with his sleeve and sniffled softly, getting ready to reveal you all truth. He knew he couldn’t avoid the topic anymore.
“We’re jujutsu sorcerers.” he stared blankly into space as he spoke. “Yu… Yu was one of us and where is he now? He’s gone. And y-you…” his voice cracked again. “I-It’s hard that we lost him but losing y-you…” he had to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
“…What are you talking about, Kento? You didn’t and you’re not losing me. I’m right here.” you put your hand over his. This gesture made him look into your eyes.
“I love you, alright?” he whispered, his hand gripped yours tightly. “I just… love you, Y/N. Since our first mission, I fell for you and…” he pauses to take a deep breath and collect his thoughts. “That’s why I was pushing you away. That’s why I’m scared of getting attached. We’re jujutsu sorcerers, we risk our lives, we’re losing a lot of people… just like Yu…”
There was a moment of dead silence between you as he finished speaking. Suddenly everything made sense. When you finally understood his behavior, you felt your stomach twisting in a knot. The thought of Kento living in the endless fear and a vision if him dying unhappy that appeared in your mind were too much for you to handle. But what was the saddest thing for you is that he looked as if he already gave up. As if he saw no hope for himself to be happy. So you decide to give him better perspective…
“If you asked me…” you squeezed his hand tightly, looking into his eyes. “It’s better to die without any regrets than die unhappy and unsatisfied with how you lived… don’t you think?”
He seemed a bit caught off-guard at your statement. His eyes stared into yours, a mix of uncertainty and desire to break free from his depressive mindset was visible there. You’ve really got him stunned, he seemed like he didn’t know what to say.
“What… What are you trying to say by that?”
“I’m trying to say that…” a soft smile appeared on your lips as you squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I’d rather have you now and cherish every moment I can spend with you than die without my love.”
Kento’s face covered in a soft blush as he heard you saying those two words. “My love”. His gaze softened and his grip on your hand tightened. “Are you trying to say that…”
“I love you too, Kento.” you interrupted him and gently cupped his face in your hand. Your thumb gently caressed his cheekbone, trying to soothe him a bit. “I truly do… And if we get to die young, but happy and without any regrets, then let it be that way. Let us… Let yourself be happy, Kento.”
By his expression you can say that a war was happening in his head. His uncertain eyes were asking: “Is it really worth it?”. Your warm smile was answering: “Trust me, it is.”
“Y/N…” he wasn’t able to hold himself back anymore. He fell into your arms, clinging onto you desperately like a little kid. Of course, you immediately returned the hug an held him tightly, gently rocking his back with one hand, meanwhile the other one travelled to his blonde hair and stroked it soothingly. His face was hidden in the crook of your neck as he kept sobbing silently, letting out all of his bottled up emotions. You patiently waited for him to calm down, not judging him, only providing him comfort he needed. After some time, you heard him whisper. “I was such an idiot…”
His words made you chuckle softly. “But you’re my idiot.” You pulled away from the hug just enough to look into his eyes, then you asked in affectionate yet serious tone. “Will you give us a chance, Kento? Will you let yourself experience love, get attached and just… be happy? Even if this world wants otherwise…”
After a moment of silence, he smiled. “Yes, Y/N… I want to stop being so afraid and live like a normal teen should. I want to experience everything with you… my first love.”
The last words made your heart skip a beat and your face became all red. You took his hand and interlocked your fingers with his, looking into his eyes. “Let’s make up for the lost time, hm?”
The smile on his face widened. “I want nothing more…”
Then, without any more words, you started slowly leaning in. Kento realized what you meant and his lips parted slightly and so did yours. Both of you held your breaths waiting for the very anticipated moment until finally… your lips gently touched his. You barely could contain your joy and a warm feeling spread inside of your body. It was unfamiliar feeling but… it felt good. Better than you have ever expected. And most importantly, it was going from your heart, which was pounding in your chest incredibly fast. You were kissing your first love and he wasn’t pushing you away, he was even returning the affection, giving all of himself to you… And you’re both finally happy.
As you got lost in the moment, you suddenly remembered Haibara’s words – words you forgot about and didn’t remember until this moment. Words that would make you act sooner if you wasn’t such a fool and didn’t forget them.
“He kinda acts like… doesn’t want to get attached.”
“Doesn’t want to… get attached?”
“Yeah, you know… some people are afraid of their own emotions. He seems like a person who might be just this type.”
“But… to be afraid of them, he first must have some kind of emotions for me.”
“He likes you, Y/N... I see it in his eyes. I’m not sure it it’s love yet, but… I’m sure he does like you. A lot I’d say. But his fear is not letting him realize that.”
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rt's appreciated<3 cuz it took me a while to finally post that and it cost me much ✧
who would have said that Toji would find comfort in you, his neglected servant?
warnings: abuse, malnutrition, slavery? (reader is bought by zenin clan), Toji being Toji and treating you harsh but having his own way to show he cares, english is not my mother language so feel free to correct me!
words ≈ 1.6k
(i know toji got his scar when he was a kid but this oneshot is not settled in any time so the timeline is up to your imagination)
the trope of being toji's servat got inspired from a bot on c.ai but because the app has problems rn i'm not able to find it and can't credit who created the bot because i don't remember the username either, but i'll put the credits here when i'll finally find the bot🥹 (edit: i found it!!!)
"Master Toji, your breakfast is ready." knocking at his door, you call out for him. Not hearing any response, you knock again. "Master Toji?"
"Go away." he grumbles, not even bothering to get out of bed. You sigh and open the door to his room, walking in with a teapot which you set on the nightstand. He doesn't even look at you, his face buried in the covers when he speaks again. "I said go away."
"I'm afraid I can't ignore your father's orders." you say, opening the curtains to let some light into his room, getting a grunt out of Toji as he feels the warmth of the sun on his skin.
"Shouldn't you be listening to me?" his tone is harsh and raspy. He shifts on the bed to lie on his back and puts his arm over his eyes." "You're my servant."
"That is true, I am assigned to serve you at the moment, however..." walking to his wardrobe, you take out a clean kimono for him and put on the chair next to his futon. "...your father... he is my boss, he is the one who bought me and... you know..."
"Yeah... I know." he mumbles, his tone softens, showing that he understands. His hand reaches for a mug and he takes a sip of the tea you brought, his eyebrows knitting together at the pulsating pain that went through the wound on the corner of his lips. "That damn old man."
As he sits up, you notice small drops of sweat going down his temples and neck which shine in the sunlight. You also notice his worn-out expression and that he generally isn't in a good shape. His muscules are twitching slightly - it gave you a feeling that he must still feel shaken up, also his pillow is wet. You realize he must had the same nightmare again about the day when his father threw him into a pit full of curses but you know it's a sensitive topic for him.
"Does it still hurt?" you ask, looking at the wound he has from that day.
"Nah... only a bit." he answers, trying to sound tough. "Nothing I can't handle."
You nod, deciding not to pry any further and take the empty mug and teapot.
"Like I said, your breakfast is ready. Do you want me to bring it here or..."
"Of course." he snaps, sounding a bit more harsh than he wanted to. "I'm not leaving this room today. They can kiss my ass, I don't care."
They means his father and other members of the clan that can't go a single day without insulting him for not having cursed energy, calling him useless or threatening him with curses just for fun. Sometimes they even release a living curse to attack him, just for fun. They rarely hide their cruelness and you understand why he's so disgusted in them that he can't even say their names.
You just nod at his response and walk to the door. "I understand. I'll be right back then."
As you leave, Toji lets out a long, heavy sigh. Relationship between you two was... unusual. And a bit tense but t at the same time, quite comforting for both of you. He, unwanted by his own clan, abused and treated like shit. You, also unwanted by your own clan, sold off to someone else, used, abused and also treated like shit. He doesn't like to admit it but he finds comfort in the similiarity of the misery of your lifes. Even if he doesn't like this feeling, he feels connected to you because you're the only one person who truly understands him... and also the only one person who doesn't hate him.
You come back a few minutes later with a bruise on your face. Toji tries to act like he doesn't care but he can't help but feel concerned.
"What the hell happened to your face?" the tone of his voice is harsh but there is a bit softness in it.
"I... I broke a glass." you didn't need to add anything else because you both understand what that means. Breaking something means punishment. Even if it was just an accident. Both of you could experience it on your own skins many, many times. Way too many.
He just nods at your words and takes the tray from you with his breakfast. But he doesn't eat, he just stares at it blankly. Then he looks at you. His eyes wander on your skinny hands and arms... sharp jawline... thin collarbones... Then his gaze meets yours. He looks worried but also... angry.
"When was the last time you ate?"
Your eyebrows rise and embarassed smile appear on your face at his sudden question. You gulp nervously before answering. "M-Master Toji, you don't need to worry about it..."
"When was the last time you ate?" he repeats his question, his tone harsher than before.
"Two days ago..."
Your answer is quiet, hoping he won't hear you. But he hears you loud and clear. He grabs your wrist and pulls you to sit next to him. Then he gives you half of his food.
"Eat."
"M-Master Toji, it's you-"
"Eat." he sounds angry. Or it's better to say... frustrated.
"But-"
"You're my servant. It's an order." he gives you a cold glare, but deep in his expression you can see concern. "Eat."
You sigh and give in. As you start eating, he starts eating too, looking at you all the time to make sure you're getting all important nutritions you need. His sight doesn't leave the space to argue, so even if you feel extremely embarassed, you eat all of the food he gave you. But there is no words in the world that could express how grateful you feel.
As you finish eating, he focuses on the bruise on your face again.
"Come closer."
With a sigh, you lean closer, letting him have better view of the bruise. Being this close, he could see dried tear stains that were still on your face. His thumb rubs gently over the bruise, trying not to cause you any more pain.
"Does it hurt?" he asks.
"Not rea-"
"Don't lie."
"...It does."
After that, Toji does something you thought he would never do. His hand find it's way to the back of your head and brings you closer to his chest, trapping you in a gentle embrance. As you freeze, a bit shocked by his move, he rubs your head gently with his fingers, letting out a heavy sigh.
"I hate being treated like shit but... seeing you hurt..." he pauses for a moment. "I hate that even more."
"Master Toji, please don't worry about me... I'm really oka-"
"No. You're not." his tone sounds frustrated again. He pulls you even tighter against himself. You can feel that he can't contain his own emotions. "Stop lying to me, god damn it... I know you're not okay. I know how servants are treated, especially the one who are bought... like you."
You sigh, letting yourself lean against him, relaxing a bit.
"I got used to this." you mumble.
"You shouldn't." his tone is in between harsh and soft. "This isn't right. You shouldn't get used to this." you pull away, just enough to look into his eyes.
"Just like you shouldn't let your clan treat you like this only because you can't use cursed energy."
Something snap inside of him as you said that. As if it was something he needed to hear. Not something he didn't know about, but something he needed to hear from someone else to really believe this... to understand that he can take action.
"You're right. You're damn right." he sighs, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. He seems mad at himself for agreeing to be abused... even if he couldn't do anything about it. He seems even more frustrated for letting you be treated the same way. After a moment of silence he looks at you with something you never saw in him before. A desire. "Let's get out of here."
"Wh-What...?" you stutter, confused and a bit shocked by his words.
"Let's run away. Together. You and me." his eyes show pure determination. "We deserve better, Y/N."
His words leave you stunned and cause you to hold your breath for a second. You stare at him with your mouth oppened before speaking. "M-Master Toji, I-I..."
"No more Master." he interrupts you. "Just Toji."
"Alright, Toji..." you gulp nervously, fighting your thoughts. "Are you sure about this? What if they start looking for us?"
"I'm strong." as for confirmation to his words, he squeezes you tighter in his embrace. "I can protect you." his determinated gaze help you realize that he is serious about this. That it is really happening and it is real - even if it feels unreal. "Please, Y/N. I won't do this alone. I don't wanna leave you here."
"I don't know..." your hesistation is understandable. If they'd find out about Toji's escape he would maybe get thrown into a pit full of curses again but you... you have the right to fear the worst. "What if they..."
"They won't kill you." his hand rest on your head again in protective manner and strokes your hair gently. "I told you, I'll protect you. I won't let them get their hands on you. I promise."
The hesistation and fear are still there but Toji's determination helps your desire to be free overcome these feelings. You trust him and his rage. Besides, he's right. Both of you deserve better. And just like he won't do it without you, you are not be able to do it without him. It's both of you or endless suffering.
"Alright... You're right. Let's get out of here, togehter. You and me. Y/N and just Toji."
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i didn't forget about my other works!! i'm going through hard time lately and i need some more time to work on them, i hope you're not getting too impatient🥹
toji stans how are we feeling about toji x reader short oneshot where reader is a slave servant in zenin clan assigned to toji and gets abused just like him by other members??
and because of it they find comfort in each other?
-> that one scene where he grabs that man by his hair ₍₍ (̨̡ ;ᯅ; )̧̢ ₎
𓆩𖤐𓆪 male reader, hair pulling, gagging, finger sucking, anal fingering, dom!Nanami, slut shaming, masochism, light choking, SSC, size kink(?) that was kind of on accident???
You shouldn’t have, you really really shouldn’t have. At least that’s what Nanami thinks, “you are usually so much more behaved than this, what happened to that?” His voice is not raised, but deepens a little as he grasps the cheeks of your face in one firm fist. You can’t say you don’t love it,
That this isn’t exactly what you were vying for. You can’t say anything with his fingers gripping your jaw, both of your hands holding onto his single wrist that keeps you upright on the wall behind you.
“Nanami..” you barely jumble past the purse of your lips, he lets go of your face giving you a chance to speak, but keeping you pushed back against the cool plaster of his living room with a single finger. You huff out a deep breath, stretching the muscles of your cheeks before he knocks your chin up to look at him.
You’ve never seen him with such a face, eyebrows twisted inward darkly and the shadow that cast from the far away light of his kitchen makes a trickle of fear seep down your spine, unintentionally you gulp.
“Nanami I… I didn’t want to make you upset..” the feign innocence in your tone probably would slide past anyone else, but not Nanami. Though he does let you go on, humored by your incessant attitude. “Gojo just asked to take me out for a drink, that’s all.” You tilt your head to the side and stick your bottom lip out, he could see the minute twitch of a smirk in the corners of your lips.
“And you didn’t think it would be appropriate to tell me you’d be out later for drinks with a friend?”
One thing straight, Nanami is not jealous, or the possessive type really, he allows you lots of range in any sense. You are your own person, and you are allowed to be around whoever you wish to, you are an adult and he trusts you, and everyone you decide to put yourself around.
But one thing he does not allow, is for tricks to be played. Especially not with the Satouru Gojo himself. Not in his house, never. He knows you’re a devious little minx, and you’d do anything for a firm hand of discipline. Nanami had not been familiar with this… Sexual lifestyle until you taught it to him, taught him how to really enjoy it.
But now, you won’t stop pushing his goddamn buttons. He’s wearing comfort today as he’s been at home, in fact he’s been at home waiting for you. You told him you’d get off at about five pm, you don’t handle very high grade cases, very simple short ones, so he waited. He cleaned the bedroom, he cleaned the bathroom, the kitchen then the living room.
Checked the clock, it was about ten after. That’s not too bad, sometimes things run long and you don’t have time to shoot a text, very understandable. He does your laundry and cooks you dinner, knowing you’d probably had a long day and need to relax. And he waits. That’s about the time he got into his comfy sweater, and your personal favorite night pants of his, undeniably trying to get lucky, and waits some more.
One hour after.. he starts to worry a little, something could’ve happened to you. You could be in danger. Then his mood soured, calling up the office just to check. But no, they said you left right on schedule. So he messages you, ‘dinner is ready, please text me as soon as possible.’ And throws on his show. and waits. some. more.
Nanami knows he is a gracious man, very at that. But to restate, he’s not one to be played with. And before he can get up to go look for you at exactly seven thirty six pm, he gets a call from an otherwise.. untouched number in his phone. The one, the only, Satouru Gojo. He hears the most piped, squeaked voice through the phone, and has to hope to the gods that the grinding of his teeth wasn’t heard through the grainy speaker on the other end.
“Na-na-miii, haha-hiccup” and he blanks out there. You both must have known how this would turn out, neither of you are stupid, quite the opposite actually— he knows for a fact— and that’s how you ended up where you were right now. Hands behind your back, light buzz still clouding your mind as you stare up at your not-so-happy boyfriend with a warm face. The light reflecting from his reading glasses all the more intimidating.
Nanami is usually so sweet with you, he works so often in a grueling cruel environment where violence is the peak of his everyday, most of the time, he’s kissing you softly and you hold tightly onto one another, ‘making love’ as he calls it. But when you’re so blatantly just asking for it? Well, there’s no other choice. You stay quiet for a few seconds and he lets out a long sigh rubbing the bridge of his nose.
He takes the glasses off his face with his index and thumb finger, and throws them to the side to be caught by the sturdy wooden coffee table, he leans in completely covering you with his shadow. You were by no means small, Nanami was just so big. He meets you eye to eye for a second to stare into you deeply.
You get the message nodding your head as your answer, and he leans straight up, you pout a little and try to recover your best puppy eyes.
“Nami, you know that I’m so—” suddenly, you’re lifted to the tips of your toes, you moan lewdly at the painful sensation, scrunching your face hoping to alleviate the pressure. He’s got your hair in a single hand grip lifting you to meet his face, and you have to hold back the splitting grin that teases your lips. You suck in your bottom lip, whining as you try to keep yourself from doing so.
“That’s quite enough of that.” He states monotonously, leaning his head to the side and again grabbing you by the jaw, pulling your bottom lip from between your teeth. “If you are going to behave like an unruly brat, then you must be consistent with your behavior, or I shall never know when you are behaving as you should.”
“I’m so so—” he grips your hair tighter and your thighs twitch, it hurts so bad, but you love it. “Ah— fuck Nami..” you start to pant,
He leans closer, brushing his nose over your cheek. He thinks often enough that this is quite thrilling, usually you are so composed and say whatever you like, which he allows. But seeing you give in so easily, enjoying yourself so thoroughly is what gets him going the most. He might be disciplining you, but ultimately the pleasure he knows you’re receiving is what gets him off.
“When you apologize and don’t mean it.. I have to say, it annoys me a bit.” He’s so close to your ear, your hand grips his shoulder that practically covers your whole chest, you’re so fuzzy headed, and it’s making you so hard, ‘nami is the best’ You think to yourself.
“Just want you..” you whisper by his ear, and he eases up on your hair slightly, to your dismay,
“I know.” He pulls back from your ear, and plants a kiss to your lips, you try to chase it but you can’t move at all, he’s pressed against you, disabling your range of movement to nothing. But he senses what you want, and is he even himself if he doesn’t go in to give you another? You guide the kiss, mostly because this is for you, all that brattiness, hanging out with that—good for nothing boyfriend stealing little trickster— was for this moment. Just like you, he is not dumb.
He uses his grip to tilt your head to the side and you groan, leaving the perfect opening for Nanami to coax his tongue into your mouth. You quickly follow, sticking your tongue out to catch his before he presses forward for another kiss, smacking his lips gently against yours. gods he’s so sweet, it makes your eyes roll back as your hips twist to the side.
He’s hard, you can feel it against you, your hand on his shoulder grips tighter, squeezing the hard muscle there as you bounce on your tiptoes, signaling for him to pull his sweater off. He pulls away a little dazed, your kisses never fail to make him feel lost with you.
He lets go of your hair, your head falling to the side a little from the lack of support. He backs away from you slowly, keeping a thigh between your legs, pushing his knee right on the seams of your pants. His fingers slip to the hem of your shirt, the cool air sending a slight shiver through your body.
You allow him to pull it up and over your head, arching your back away from the cold wall as he taps your chin lifting your face for a quick peck to the side of your lip. You let his eyes roam over you, confident as his hands touch over your hips and up your sides, exploring your heated skin with deft, soft fingers. “You could have been hurt, what was I to do then?” One of his hands slides over your neck, thumb pressing the muscle and you just gulp.
“No answer?”
“Nami.. just wanted you.” You whine, and oh he adores when you do so, pliant and leaning into him.
“But you already have me,” he lifts you, your legs wrapping around his hips as an innate response, turning to lay you on your back on the couch, you bounce a little as you hit the cushiony softness. He looms over you, and all your heart can do is beat mercilessly out of your chest. “The question is, do I have you?”
One of his knees comes down between your own, dipping the furniture with his weight. Two hands land by the sides of your head, making you look down at him through your lashes. “Leaving me alone at home, hours past?” His singular index finger travels from your navel down to the top of your pants, your thighs twitch again, he’s so close to where you want him the most, where you need him.
He grips the fabric there, undoing the button with a trained hand and pulling the zipper, relieving you of the pressure but only tightening the knot in your belly. “How are you to learn from your mistakes if I don’t discipline you hm?” He taps your lower belly and you jump. “Do you have any ideas for me?” You look away, afraid you might come right now if you keep looking at his disappointed face. You’re so humiliated, you love it.
You shake your head and he hums, “I’ve been waiting for you all night, do you think it’s fair for me to wait much longer.” He doesn’t pose it as a question, but you shake your head again anyway, putting your forearm over your mouth. He slides his hand over the damp fabric of your dick and your back arches, trying to get as much contact as possible. “I didn’t think so either.”
His hand grips the back of your neck, leading you into a kiss using the leverage to push your bodies closer together. One hand placed on your back, you wrap your legs around one of his hard, muscular thighs and reach to grab his waist. Friction increases between you, naturally grinding against each other, Nanami pulls away every few seconds to take a breath and groans deeply over your lips.
Now this is tasteful, you are obedient as usual. Taking everything he gives you with nothing but stride as he pushes and pulls you exactly how he wants. You bend and twist to his every will and the dick between your legs only leaks and begs for more. You are pure sin to him and he is not ashamed of his desire.
He grabs your chin and kisses up the bridge of your nose just twice before backing up to lift the soft sweater over his head. You quickly come to his aid as the fabric gets stuck on the width of his shoulders, you wriggle trying to get him out of the shirt as quickly as possible. He sees your eyes, blown out with a thick shiny sheen of lust covering them. It wouldn’t be fair if he didn’t completely wreck you tonight. Nanami’s face grows hot,
Every inch of you leaks sex as you tug at his pants, obviously no other thoughts inside that one track mind of yours. And this is what he loves, the mindlessness of it all, he can be nothing but a monster to you right now, and you’d lick it up like a starved puppy… what a fucking slut.
He pushes your shoulders back roughly so you are no longer touching him, in contrast to his rough handling he grips your throat with one hand as he coaxes the fingertips of his other at your mouth.
“Open.” You obey immediately and his fingers slide forward, fucking your mouth shallowly letting you get used to the feeling, getting deeper and deeper every few seconds till you gag. You don’t pull back, you just whimper and try to take deeper breaths through your nose, starting to bob your head against his hand. Holding his wrist and grinding yourself on his thigh.
He scoffs, “even when I try to be firm with you you’ll find a way to get off.” He pushes his fingers deeper in your throat, your eyes roll back and he just as quickly pulls his fingers from your mouth, wet strings of saliva connected to his hand. “My, my. You sure are messy.”
“Nami please—” you lift your leg up so you’re pressed against the hardness lifting his pants, he groans slightly, “said you didn’t wanna wait.. so don’t” he tucks his head into the side of your neck, pressing a few kisses there. In that moment there’s one thing he can’t deny, he missed you.
Though it was wrong of you to lie about the time you would be home, and not inform him of your plans—mostly— he just missed you. Your voice, your eyes and smile, your humor and fingers.. he could go on forever. Gently without a word he maneuvers you so you’re lying on your belly, reaching over you to grab a pillow and place it under your head, hoping to alleviate any discomfort.
You rid yourself of your pants and leave your boxers in place. Nanami pulls at the strings of the neat bow he tied on his pants for nothing other than aesthetic, using two hands to pull his dick free of all confinements. He kisses the back of your neck and halfway down your spine, leaving wild trails of butterflies in his wake.
Leaning close to you he finally kisses the top of your head before he pulls your boxers down and over your ass leaving you bare. “You want me to be rough don’t you?” He keeps his voice stern, “either way it is what you deserve.” He again shoves his fingers in your mouth, playing with your tongue and gathering as much of the slickness in your throat possible. “Do you disagree?” You gasp when he pulls his fingers away, and you already know where this is headed. Your favorite part.
“No- no, don’t disagree,” you say, “s’what i de—serve!” your head falls forward as he eases a thick finger inside, slowly as he hushes you and rubs your back. Prep is one thing he will not skip, nor will he half ass. He drags it softly in and out, gauging your bodies reaction to it as you tense and moan, sometimes unsure, sometimes out of pleasure.
Picking up his pace as you pant and grip the pillow, he pulls out and presses forward with two this time. “Oh, Nanami..” you clench and your feet lift behind you—between his legs— and gently tap his back.
“Feels good?” He checks, and you nod as he begins spreading his fingers and stretching you properly. “Sorry to be a discomfort sweetheart, you’re always just so tight,” he kisses the back of your head again and humps the side of your hip as his fingers fuck into you quickly. You whimper when his fingers spread, rubbing you just right, your cock jumps still stuck in the confines of your boxers.
“p-promise nami, gonna m-make it up to you” you grind yourself against the couch holding yourself back.
“Know you will darling,” he pulls his fingers out and grabs the head of his cock with one hand, spreading the wetness of it all over himself and slapping it against you, his thighs shake slightly at the sensation. He didn’t realize how high strung you’d made him, “know you will,” he whispers in your hair. His mouth falls to the side of your head as he fucks his hips forward, having to use some force to push the head of his dick inside you. Your jaw slackens, eyebrows twitching toward each other.
He eases himself in as slowly as possible, moaning staggeringly at the tightness of you, his legs tremble, sweat already gathering on his forehead. His mouth touching the skin of your ear making you tremble.
You repeat just the first syllable of his name and he kisses your shoulder, pushing the thickest part of himself inside. Letting his weight fall on you and keeping you still as his cock stretches you further than his fingers did. “Fuck… fuck darling, are you ok-kay?” His face scrunches in pleasure, you wiggle your hips back, it’s not painless, but that’s practically the best part.
“Nanami,” you whimper, “please, please” you say it so softly he almost misses it, “harder.” He lets out a trembling breath and presses the palm of his hand down on your back.
“Haven’t even started yet,” he lifts some of the weight off you, sitting up. He gathers a palm full of your hair in his hand and pulls you practically upright by it. “And you’re already asking for more.”
“ah—ow, nami!” You grip the pillow with your fists leaning up on your elbows so your neck doesn’t cramp “Nanami, it h-hurts,” he pulls back and pushes inside in a swift slow motion, your adam’s apple bobbing and eyes rolling white.
“Good.” He sets a pace you can easily get a handle on, you whine as he bounces you back and forth, the pressure on your scalp sure to give you a headache later, but if you weren’t in heaven you don’t know where else you’d be. His face contorts, his mouth dropped open and tongue teasing his bottom lip, shamelessly grunting and huffing at the feeling of you.
He picks up his pace, and there’s nothing you can do but take it, your stomach growing hotter and squeezing relentlessly, but you’ll hold it in, determined to keep up with him.
“don’t stop,” your shoulders tense and drop every so often from the force of his movements, and he’s just big enough to lean over your head that’s bent backward and kiss your forehead as you beg him, “n-not till you.. f-feel better.” He scoffs cutting himself off with a moan, unwilling to admit how hot that made him feel.
“Why say sorry huh?” He kisses down your cheek and you just keep repeating ‘thank you, thank you’ almost to yourself, “y-you’re enjoying yourself… o-oh.” He picks up his pace again, the look in your eyes alone pulls his heart right from his chest and squeezes it for all it’s worth, and fuck it he’d be a liar if he said the pathetic look on your face doesn’t bring him to the brink of orgasm. “You are not sorry.” He grunts.
And he’s right, you really aren’t. He still holds you close even now, trying to make as much contact with every inch of your skin as possible, even when he takes you from behind, he still makes himself look like a love drunk fool. But you’d never tell him that, that’s purely for you, something about him that’s just yours.
“thank you… thank you nami love you” he moans and pulls you back by your hair just a little more, making you yell out. He takes this chance to kiss up the side of your face, his dick unrelenting as it just nearly brushes that little nerve tucked inside you. You groan against his lips as he steals a kiss, and without your own permission, you cum. So unexpectedly, that you lurch forward, your arms burning and shaking from holding yourself up. You turn your head to the side breaking the kiss, the drool that connected you to his mouth sliding against your cheek messily making Nanami stutter out a sigh,
You clench around him, hard, and his hips are barely able to pull back from you. “p-please na…na”
“know, I know, m-m’almost there p-promise” his head falls forward as he slows his pace, he always cums fastest when he’s being soft with you, he gently lays your head on the pillow in your hands, releasing your hair from his tight grip and you whimper in overstimulation, begging him to stop. He runs his hands through your hair and cums with your name on his tongue, doing nothing but letting the relief of his orgasm wash over him.
Kissing whatever of your skin he can reach from where he’s at, the soft upright shape of his hair had fallen he realizes, his hair down in a heap over his ears. “S’good darling,” he rubs your shoulder, careful of your body as he pulls out. The air in the room much cooler with the sweat accumulated between you two. He holds himself up as much as he can, you both pant and try to even your breathing, yet you haven’t made one attempt to move, he hums running his fingers over your back. Maybe in a moment like this he figures you running late isn’t so bad.
He lets you relax and wipe the sweat from your face, all he can think about is what he’ll do for you next. He’ll serve you that dinner he cooked up, pour you some wine and draw you a bath, he’s glad you’re home, back with him, in his arms. And now he gets to pamper you however he likes, there was no real lesson to be learned. But if there was one take away, he thinks it’d be you need to show up late more often.
That’s how close he gets to you after he grips onto your hair and pulls you off his cock. Spit and cum are dripping down your your chin, mixed with the tears that trailed over your cheeks.
“Did you swallow?” His voice is gruff but still gentle.
You nod, mouth falling open in huffed breaths.
“Open wider” Nanami commands, pulling on your hair.
Your jaw slackens, tongue hanging out to show that your mouth is empty. Nanami watches spit drip off your tongue and onto your ruined lap.
“Good girl” he whispers before spitting into your open mouth. “Keep sucking me off.” He pushes your head back down, fingers tightening in your hair as he feels your lips wrap around him.
