! ā about me ā ļ¹ sisi or cici ; golden 18 era ; latina ; i write for jujutsu kaisen, dick grayson, clark kent ; sushi lover ; taylor swift songs ; summer girl .
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! # who i write for :: mainly nanami kento, getou suguru, gojo satoru, fushiguro toji, higuruma, ieiri shoko, dick grayson and clark kent
! ā what i write :: fluffy ; nsfw ; friends to lovers ; enemies to lovers ; fake date .
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summary: your boyfriend calls you to go to the mall in his car, but you didn't know that you'd prefer to stay in the car with him...
warnings: +18, MDNI, loss of virginity, public sex, riding, praising, fingering, nicknames (honey, babe), lovely dom!toji, directly inspired by 'Diet Pepsi'
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*english is not my first language
a/n: sorry for the gap between the last imagine and this one, i got really busy these days...
āWhen we drive in your car, I'm your baby (so sweet), losing all my innocence in the backseatā - Diet Pepsi, Addison Rae
Your boy's a winner, he plays football and he's very good on it. That brought him a certain reputation, mainly with his parents, who gave him a car due to his dedication on the sport. He loves the game.
You met him an year after graduating in the high school and immediately fell in love with him, even if you never imagined that this would happen with him too. He became head over heels for you.
Dating Toji was something you loved and praised with all your heart. He was a joker, really hot and somehow respectful around you. But one thing you always wondered was why he never did what the people warned you, that he'd just fuck you and leave, but the raw truth is that... you haven't even fucked yet. Never in your life, never with him. And he never bothered to talk to you about that.
Today, you two are going to the mall in his car. He wanted to buy a new pair of sneakers, cause he wanted to, nothing too elaborated. You wanted to hangout, interact with different people and, of course, spend some time with your beloved.
Since you didn't live in the center zone of the city, the drive from your home to the mall was kinda longer than if it was from his. But he doesn't care about that at all. After some seconds inside the car, you notice your tongue is dry, cause you're thirsty, so you ask him. "Can we buy some drink? I'm thisrty..."
He nods quickly, recalculating the way to drive to a snack bar near the mall. "Anything specific?", he glances at you. Hm... today was sunny, you'd probably be sweating if it wasn't for the car's AC, so maybe a soda, something refreshing... Pepsi, definitely. "Mhm, a Pepsi can."
When he parks his car in front of a snack bar before opening the driver's door, he looks at both sides and then crosses the street. Some moments later, he comes back from there with a plastic bag and one can with a straw in his hand.
"They ran out of regular Pepsi, so I had to get the Diet version" He hands you the can through the opened window before getting into the car.
"What's in the bag?" You tilt your head and he places it on your lap while he buckles up. He bought some snacks and bubblegums, knowing that love sugar. God bless him.
When he resumes driving, you places a hand on his thigh. He freezes and you can see his jaw clenching. "Thank you for the snacks..." you caress his skin through the jeans, what doesn't help him, actually, makes it even harder for him. (Or makes him even harder, you choose)
"You're welcome..." He whispers almost shy...? Weird. That words left his mouth like he was afraid of saying that. The true was that he was afraid of what how that'd sound, but you didn't think it that way.
He sighs, almost defeated: a few meters away there was a ridiculously huge traffic jam. "It'll take so long..." he mutters almost to himself, slowing the car's speed while you sips your Pepsi, oblivious of the war happening inside his head. You just woke up a monster.
The seconds passed by like it was an eternity, he shifted on his sit, unbuckling his seatbelt to turn his body to you. "Can I taste it too?" You nod and offers the straw to him, but instead of sipping the drink, he cupped your jaw and pulled you closer to him, kissing you slowly, but deep.
You kissed him back, of course. But in an uncommon and unpredictable move, he unbuckled your seatbelt and pulled you to straddle his lap, his left hand working to shut the car windows, so you could have more privacy. It was like he was keeping all the urge to do this to you, but now his desire overflowed.
Your cheeks are now red like cherries in the spring. What was happening? Little did you know that your caress on his thigh was enough to make all his self-control towards you vanish. "Hm... Honey?"
With the tilt of your head, you can slowly see the guilt growing in his eyes. "Too much?" He asks simply, but when you shake your head... Ah, that was all the permission he needed. You place the can on your previous seat, now wrapping both of your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing his lips. You'd do that with him sooner or later, so maybe it wasn't a bad idea doing that now.
He deepens the kiss, tongue inside your mouth as he groans. Around you, the traffic jam is still slower than a turtle, so you'd have a plenty of time to do what you wanted. Due to your lack of experience, you didn't do more than embracing his neck and kiss him.
But as a vivid guy, that wasn't a problem to him. You pulled back to breathe and at the same second, he leaned in to suck your neck while his hands moved to your ass, squeezing it softly.
Being a patience boyfriend gave him the privilege to worship you as you deserve, and wait for you was like the rich people, who wait for the wine to get better and better by the time. You were better than any wine could be to him, better than anyone could, actually, so when he unzipped your shorts, it was the way to start getting drunk from you.
No protests, so he slipped his hand under the tissue, fingers touching the hem of your panties, what gave you goosebumps. You didn't know you'd feel like that... butterflies in your stomach... an weird, but amazing feeling. Meanwhile that, he keep kissing your neck, your head tilted back to give him a better access to your throat.
His fingers move under the tissue, feeling your arousal on his fingertips. He circles his digits around your clit with a deliberate pressure, what makes you lay your forehead on his shoulder. "You're so pretty, babe..." He murmurs, kissing you on your head.
He increases his finger's pace "Is it okay?" you nod. With his free hand, he caresses your back before moving up to caress your scalp through your hair.
You start moving and rolling your hips on his fingers, he notices that and pushes one finger inside you, curling softly, testing. "Tell me if it hurts.." He already adds another fingers inside you, you're dripping so much that he almost groans for that.
After waiting some seconds for you to adjust, he pumps his fingers inside you, fucking you softly, to help you get used to the feeling. Suddenly, a car horn to you. "Fuck..." he uses his free hand to grip the steering wheel, pressing the accelerator with his feet and driving some meters before being stuck in the traffic jam again, but not stopping his curling fingers. "Thought it would bother us..." he says.
"It won't..." you place your hands on his chest before he pulls his fingers back, you didn't come, but he needed to feel you around him. "Babe... can you... hm... ride me?" Oh. That was new, definitely, but nothing you couldn't try, right?
You nod softly and lift your hips. "Wait a second." He pulls you back to his lap and, after sucking his fingers that have now your taste, he drives the car out of the traffic jam, driving to the right until he finds a supermarket and its parking lot. Before driving into it, he says "Get into the backseat..."
His intention wasn't to get caught cause, obviously, what you're doing isn't the most appropriate thing to do in a car, mainly in the street where anyone can see and maybe report you two. So if you were in the backseat before he drives the car into the parking lot and he moved to the back door too, it wouldn't be that obvious.
You obeyed and opened the driver's door, stepping outside to open the backseat door and sitting on it. He drove a little and parked his car before mirroring your moves and joining you in the backseat. He sits on the middle, man spreading, while you laid your head on his thigh, trying to get rid (temporarily) of your shorts and panties.
After he helped you out with that, he unzipped his pants and pulls his boxers down, freeing his cock to the cold air inside the car. He guides you to his lap with both hands on your waist, making you straddle him. "I don't know how to do it." You admit, softly and he nods.
"I'll guide you, no worries." You nod softly before lifting your hips while he aligns himself to your entrance, pulling you down his dick. You move agonizingly slow, hugging his length inch by inch, cause that's the fastest you can do right now, since you're not used to being stretched up.
When you finally have all his cock inside you, he caress your shoulder "You're doing so well...". Both of you wait for a moment to your body adjust to him before you start moving you hips up and down slowly.
The feeling is something odd to you, but really good. You can feel his hands helping you by lifting your weight. He leans in to kiss your neck, sucking your delicate skin while you keep bouncing on his cock.
As the time passes, your movements gets faster and faster while you get closer, he keeps pushing you to the release by pinching your nipples with his thumb and index. Then... with a loud moan, you come on his lap. You pant, then you lay your forehead on his shoulder while he keeps thrusting up, trying to reach his own release.
After some moments, he groans, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. You can feel yourself being filled by his cum, it's an... odd feeling, to admit, but it's not necessarily bad, not when he's in front of you looking like a defeated man. Defeated by his own desire.
Both of you take deep breaths before he starts the car again, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence between you two. You keep right where you are, on his lap, around him, to be exact. So, his only task now is take the empty road and drive you both back to your house. You'll definitely need to rest, and definitely won't need to go shopping now... Maybe tomorrow. And it's okay.
summary: after years, you bump into your high school crush, what leads to a sweet conversation between you two
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*english is not my first language
This was the kind of thing you never imagined happening, even in your best teenage dreams: bumping into the Suguru Geto himself, 6 years after the high school graduation.
You studied with him from 10th to the 12th grade. Three years is lot of time, hm? He's always been your crush since day one due to his kindness and gentleness towards most people.
But... You're not the only person who were head over heels for him. He was such a good person... actually an amazing person, so why wouldn't people like him?
Without him knowing, he was the most likable guy in the school (and maybe the most popular between the girls), so you preferred keeping him close, but as a friend, that would prevent you from losing his company.
You decided to go to the cafe so you could eat your favorite treats and spend some time alone, but when you saw him in the line, waiting for ordering, you couldn't resist...
So... seeing him after so long made your heart flinch and maybe a fire reignite inside you. He was almost the same, notable older, but you could easily think that he's still a high school student when the truth is that you both are 24 now.
With purposeful and gentle steps, you walked towards him and his new long hair. He felt your soft poke on his shoulder and turned his head towards you. "Suguru...?" you asked hesitantly, but his face confirmed what you were already waiting for: it was him.
He smiled by the second his eyes recognized your form. Both of you didn't change enough for being unrecognizable, so it was easy to know that you are indeed his high school colleague.
"Long time no see!" he leans in to give you a soft hug, you wrap your arms around his body as well, politely but warmly too.
When he pulls back, he's still smiling. "How are you? You grew up very well." You smile as well. "I'm fine... Just hanging out, I had to come here to make my day sweet." You chuckle.
The attendant calls "Next." what means that it's Suguru's turn now. With that, you walk back to be the last one in the line. Cause that would be unfair if you've ordered just after Suguru, when there's other people waiting for order too.
You can't hear what he said, but you see him going to a table in the corner, besides the window. The sunlight illuminating his face and hair. Your eyes dart around the cafe, avoiding stay in Suguru for too long, but when it returns to him, he smiles and gestures, inviting you to sit with him. You nodded.
There were three people before you, but now there's just one. You wait for some seconds and then the attendant calls for the next, you. You ordered a ice latte and a brownie with a vanilla ice cream ball on top of it. They gave you a number that they'll call when your order is ready. 10. With that, you walk to Suguru's table. "Number?" he asks. "10, and yours?"
"6. Your number suits you, y'know." you tilt your head, confused, what that means? When he notices that you didn't get it, he jokes "It's cause you're ten out of ten." he chuckles "Just a pun, nothing more, I swear. Sorry."
You do your best not to blush right now. Did he just flirted with you and gave up? Maybe it was just a joke and the teenager inside you is thinking that this is the biggest flirt ever, so you manage to give him a shy giggle, shaking your head. "Do you mean that?"
"Of course! I mean..." he coughs. "You're intelligent, kind and sweet, of course that's being ten out of ten." That makes sense, even though you wanted him to have another reasons to say that.
"Since we haven't seen each other for what..? 6 years? Maybe we should tell the last years of our lives?" he suggests, and you nod. You tell him about your college years, how's your job now and some personal details.
He tells you about his artist routine. "The only thing that, sometimes, makes it hard is the creativity... There's days where I have thousands of ideas, and there's others where I can't even hold the paintbrush."
But then, somehow you two start to talk about the high school days, mainly the senior years. The waiter brings their orders and place it on the table in front of them.
"Do you know that I liked you in high school?"
He said.
When he chuckles after saying that, you look at him extremely confused.
He looks at you smiling, while he takes a sip of his coffee. "I thought you were just being polite to me... I think I never noticed that cause I liked you too." you said.
With that, he almost spills coffee on you. You can notice the real and raw shock in his eyes. "What?" in this moment, you thought he was joking when he said that, what completely make sense.
He chuckled after saying that he likes you back in high school. He was joking, even though you didn't want him to be joking now. "Really? I thought you were being polite to me all this time."
"We're both idiots then." you say looking at your brownie. In one second, he stands up and goes to talk to the attendant, who comes to your table and starts packing your orders out of sudden.
You look up at him, confused, and he offers his hand to you. "Come with me, we have some things to clarify in my place." He smiles.
warnings: minors do not interact, 18+, nicknames (sweetheart, honey, darling, love), praising, dom!kento, breast sucking, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving)
summary: your husband come back home after a long day of work, tired as hell. but instead of going to bed and have some sleep, he chooses to finish some reports and you get to make your husband sleep, one way or another.
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*english is not my first language
a/n: pls lemme know if y'all want a pt. 2!
When you started dating Kento, you thought he'd be the best man you've ever dated. Indeed, he was. He was a gentleman, organized, calm yet funny and talkative when he wanted to. But despite the gentleness of your boyfriend, you noticed something more: he was extremely workaholic.
You're already tired from talking about that to him, "you need to stop working so much", "don't push yourself", but he wouldn't listen. It was something that bothered you, not because he wouldn't have time for you, cause you'd never stay with a guy that wouldn't have time for you, but because you could see the exhaustion under his eyes.
In fact, during the honeymoon and the first months of your marriage, he regulated his sleep routine for you, but eventually he'd restart his 24/7 work schedule.
Today wasn't really different from what you had to get used too. He was at work again, while you're watching some cheesy rom-com, on your bed, to spend some time while you wait him. Then, you hear the soft click of the front door, signing that your husband finally came back home.
His soft steps could be heard from the bedroom, you could notice by the sound that he was getting closer, until the door finally opened, presenting the most sacred figure you could ever see, and you're lucky to see it everyday: your beautiful husband with his dress shirt just enough tight around his torso.
"Good evening, honey..." he starts. Knowing that he'll probably apologize for coming home late, you interrupts him before he can even open his mouth, "I know, sweetheart..." you say.
You taps the spot beside you on the bed, signing for him to sit with you. But he just looks at the mattress under your hand while he loosens his tie, "I can't, love, gotta some work to finish." he says as if it wasn't the most annoying thing in the world, but you manage to keep a cool facade.
"Stop working... you just came back from work...", he shakes his head, unbuttoning his blue dress shirt while turning his back to you, his feet already moving towards the door, and you actually let him walk away to his office.
But you wouldn't let him stay there for too long.
Wondering what you can do to make your husband get out of his natural habitat, you just remembered that... you're literally his wife, so why not act like his wife, hm?
You get up quickly and practically rushes to your closet. Your eyes dart over the options... to be more specific, the lingerie options, then they land on a lilac lacy babydoll, one of kento's favorites. It should work.
In less than half a minute, you're already wearing the babydoll and walks towards his office, purposefully. Your knock on the door is just an warning, not a request.
He knows that you're already in the room, but that doesn't make him take his eyes off the pile of paper in front of him, little did he know that he definitely should look at you...
"Kento." you caress his broad shoulders with your hands, almost massaging him. "Hm?" he hums, still not affected. God, when you two started dating, you noticed he was calm, but you forgot to mention that he's too calm, even when it comes to you in such a domestic moment. "Look at me, stop working." your request is ignored as always, he shakes his head and sighs, "Why do you keep insisting on that?"
"It's almost midnight, sweetheart. You need to sleep. To... relax." you keep caressing him, your right hand moving to his nape so you can caress his scalp. He loves that and immediately tilts his head slightly back, closing his eyes. "What do you want?"
"I want you to look at me, and come back to the bedroom with me." it seems like the caress is working, cause he turns to look up at you, turning the chair towards you as well. You can tell the exact moment he noticed what you're wearing, his eyes got darker. "What is that for? You weren't wearing this..." he tries to mask how it affected him, but his own voice exposes him.
You places your knee between his legs on the seat, now caressing his cheek. "Just wanted to wear something else... Let's go, honey... Stop working. You're so tense..." you can feel his eyes on you before directing your gaze to his. "Do I have any choice?" you know he doesn't, he knows that as well. He sighs before standing up while you turn to get out of the office... then, you feel a soft grip around your wrist.
Your body is pulled to him, then he turns you both around and gently guides you to sit on the chair by your shoulders. Then, both his hands move to the armchairs, his face so close to yours... "Low blow, darling." He whispers, and suddenly, you feel your pride and... whatever you thought you have slipping away from you only by his gaze on you.
"Did you do that because you wanted me to stop working, to sleep or to take you right now? Hm?"
All the words escaped from your mind and you just nods. It was almost ridiculous how he affected you like that. "All the options? Interesting." he leans in closer to your neck, his breath hot against your skin, what makes you shiver. You can feel his face getting closer, but he doesn't touch you, not yet.
"Want to go to the bedroom? Then let's go to the bedroom." He steps back, giving you room so you can stand up, but before your first step, his strong arms wrap around your waist, lifting you up as you weight nothing to him. Legs around his waist, arms around his neck, you lay your cheek on his shoulder while he guides you both to the bedroom.
The second you're both inside your room, he pushes you on the nearest wall, still holding you on his arms. His lips meet yours with both a tender and a desperate feeling. Meanwhile, his hands touches you wherever he can, your arms, shoulders, nape, breasts... And he takes more time there than anywhere, squeezing your boobs and massaging it softly, what almost makes you gasp.
After he pulls back to breath, eyes still on you, he carries you to the bed, laying you down gently, so you won't get hurt. The automatic position you're in now is: you, laid on your back with him above you on fours, hands on both sides of the blanket beside your head, while his knees are between your legs.
He doesn't waste time. Immediately, his lips are on your neck, sucking your pulse softly while you caress his nape, eyes closed. How did that happen? Some minutes... maybe seconds ago, he was stressed and focused on his work and now... Well, not something to complain about.
He leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your collarbone, then lower and lower, until he reaches your chest through the soft fabric of your lilac babydoll. "You should've called me sooner... If only I knew that I was missing this..." you caress his hair while he pulls one of the lingerie straps down, just enough to free one of your breasts. "I tried. But you shouldn't be so addicted to your work." He looks up, thinks for a moment and... nods.
"You're right, I'm sorry." Then he lowers his mouth on your nipple, kento's tongue circling it hungrily while you arches your back a little. Instead of focusing on one of your tits, his hand finds the forgotten one, squeezing it while he starts sucking you softly, but rough enough to make your panties a little bit damper.
He keeps his worship while looking at your eyes, your legs still wrapped around his waist. With a slow lick on your breast, he pulls his head back, returning to your neck, kissing it while he pulls the left strap down her arms, tugging the fabric down to expose both your breasts to his mercy.
Then, he have his time with you, licking, sucking, kissing your breasts and even caressing it softly. "Oh... honey. So beautiful." He smiles against your skin, now caressing your stomach, a subtle purpose of moving his hand lower and lower, until it reaches your core. He can feel the dampness between your legs, what makes him hums in approvement.
He nips your neck while his fingers find the waistband of your panties, toying with it for a short time. "Can I take it off?" he asks, whispering gently, what makes you open your eyes and chuckles, making him extremely confused. "Obviously you can. I don't know why are you asking this", he sighs. "Someone have to be gentle here." and with that, his fingers hook around your panties' sides, pulling it down your legs and throwing the fabric somewhere else in the room.
Then, he returns to his priority, his hand getting back to your heat. You can feel his fingers moving against you just a little, gliding from you clit to your entrance, what gives you agony and desire for more friction. Unconsciously, you lift your hips and he notices that. "Already eager? Honey... don't do that to me." He smirks. Now, his middle finger and ring finger circles your clit with just the right pressure, to provoke you shivers.
"Kento..." You moans softly, giving him what he wants from you, reaction. He doesn't waste time before slipping both fingers inside you, fucking you slowly with his fingers. He tilts his fingertips to hit the sweet spot inside you, pumping his digits in a steady pace while watching your face, just to make sure you're enjoying this.
The pace is increased, his fingertips pressing against your walls frequently, what makes you even more excited, grabbing the sheets under you two, tilting your head back. You were getting closer, closer and closer, but then... He stops.
"Hm?" You immediately raises your head to look at him "Why did you stop?" He's smirking now, removing his fingers off you, guiding it to his mouth, only to suck it, while he shrugs his shoulders "I wanna do more things to you. You can't come yet.."
"No...? Why?" He shrugs again when he hears that, leaning in to kiss your jaw. "You deserve more..." his voice is rough now, evidencing his need for you. Eyes closed and, for a moment, you just hear the sheets rustling around you, before opening your eyes. You scan the ceiling and the place where Kento should be, - above you - but you just can't find him, until you look down...
He's between your legs and then lays his cheek against your inner thigh, while he looks at you, smiling. He turns his face slightly just to kiss your skin, guiding himself closer and closer to where you need him the most.
His hands hold your thighs, spreading it a little wider before leaning in closer to your core, eyes never leaving yours, what makes you shiver. "I can't believe I'm that lucky..." He starts, before giving you a single slow lick. "Lucky to have you." You smile, since you don't have enough energy to do anything other than accept all the love Kento's giving you now.
