midnight phone sex with husband!nanami and he… cries?
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word count: approx 500
tags: phone sex, husband!nanami x fem!reader
other: this won the poll! i will be doing the other options that were on there soon as well🫰
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its 12:04 AM, and you find yourself being stirred awake by the bright light of your buzzing phone filling the room. you lazily reach for your phone, bringing it to your face, squinting.
“incoming call from Kento❤️”
you answer, a bit more alert now. he’s been away on business for the past week, and you’re slightly worried. you wouldn’t think he’d call this late unless something was wrong. “hello? is everything okay?”
you’re met with heavy breathing just for a moment, interrupted by the sound of a strangled “fuck.”
“uh, hello? what is going on?” you’re sat up, fully awake at this point. “uh- hey- hey baby… i just.. i’m sorry, i know it’s late… i-“
“dude. you need to tell me what the hell is going on.”
“i can’t- i miss you so fucking bad… i just need to hear your voice- just for a sec…”
you sigh, incredibly relieved. no, something wasn’t horribly wrong at all. he wasn’t in danger whatsoever. just horny and alone, apparently. you can’t help but laugh. “you scared me.”
“keep.. keep talking for me, baby…” you go from laughing to being surprisingly turned on from the desperation in his voice and the thought of him being so worked up in the middle of the night at the thought of you.
“are you- touching yourself too?” he mutters softly. you take that as an invitation, laying back down, and slowly sliding your hand into your underwear, dragging your fingers up and down your already wet self, making small circles every time you rub up from your entrance to your clit, just like kento does to you.
“yeah.. are you close?” you say, trying to keep your voice stable, despite the already dizzying speed your fingers are going against yourself. “shit- yeah.. yeah…”
on the other side of the phone, he’s there, in a lonely hotel bed fucking up into his fist, his hips snapping up fast enough to make his wrist ache. his eyes shut painfully tight, in an immense state of focus, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he desperately tries to imagine the way you would feel around him.
the tightness of your walls, your warm soft skin under his fingertips… he can’t. he needs you. not his hand. you. he breaks then, and you can hear it. “god..” he cries out loudly, before breaking down into small sobs.
you hear the wet sounds immediately stop, your hand now stops too. that same feeling of worry rising back up again. “hey.. hey what’s the matter? you crying?” you sit up, your tone gentle now, and your hand wringing in your lap, ignoring the eager pulse under your pants. “hello?” you can still hear his muffled sobs and whines of pure frustration.
“i’m sorry. i just can’t do this. i- i miss you so bad, everything about you... i need you.” you can’t help but smile, despite the sadness you feel for your poor kento, alone and crying purely because he misses you. “don’t cry, love. you’ll be home in a few days.”
“no…”
“wait, how come? did it get pushed longer?”
“no. i’m gonna leave early. i’ll be home tomorrow night.”
˚‧｡⋆°❀⋆ your casual hookup choso confesses his love to you during sex ˚‧｡⋆°❀⋆
ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨
tags: fem!reader x hookup!choso, piv
word count: approx 800
other: sorry this took so DAMN long i’m a busy woman. this def isn’t my best work it’s kinda dumb but regardlessss i hope you like it! alsoo i changed my blogs look so its cuter it was kinda lame before lol (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)
enjoy!
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you and choso had been friends for years, since high school. and now, in your early college lives and adult years, you’re still close friends. but… with benefits, of course.
hooking up with choso started at a party a few months ago, you had both been a few drinks in, and got into a deep discussion about how dead your sex lives were, and how you’d considered finding something casual, getting what you needed sexually with no strings attached. no relationship in need of constant maintenance. just some sex on the side.
your main concern was not knowing said casual hookup partner enough. obviously, choso brought up the idea of the both of you hooking up. you know eachother! you trust eachother! you both wanted to rev up your sex lives a bit, so what could it hurt?
fast forward 3-4 months from then: it was the usual, late night text conversation turned sexting, turned “come to my dorm.” currently, he’s got you in a mean mating press, mouth latched to yours, thrusting so deep into you your legs jolt and you can’t help but cry out with with each movement, each loooong grind into you.
he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to catch his breath, sweat beading where his brows are tightly knit, his thrusts getting faster. “fuck… i’m s-s’close-“ he whimpers. his hands dig into the back of your thighs, as you feel them start to shake with that familiar tinge of heat boiling in your lower stomach.
he looks at you, panting, moaning, quick movements building up to his release, finally, he blurts, “fuck- i love you…” you both freeze, you looking at him with widened eyes. “…you don’t mean that.. you’re just-“
he cuts you off with a quick kiss. “no, [name], i really love you. and i can’t stop pretending i don’t anymore. it’s killing me. now’s not the best time for me to have said that, but at this point, i don’t think there will ever be a good time.”
your hand moves to the side of his neck, shaking your head. despite feeling the same, you didn’t want this to be happening right now. no strings attached, right? you both had so much more to be worrying about right now. a relationship is the last thing you needed added to the thousands of other things and concerns piling up on your plate right now.
“choso… we can’t like… date. you know that right? we both agreed…” you say, gently pushing him off of you, he pulls out with a small gasp from the both of you.
“why can’t we? we don’t have to change anything. we already fuck, we already hangout, we already go out and get food together, we do everything couples do, so what would change?”
you look down in thought. he was right. the only thing really keeping you from being a couple was the label of boyfriend and girlfriend and the ‘i love you’s.
“right?” he leans towards you. “do you not feel that way?” you immediately reach out to hold his face, hands cupping his jaw, gently brushing your thumb against his cheek.
“you know i do. and you know, you’re right. not much would even change, yeah?” you smile at him weakly “i love you too. but you know we’ve got a lot going on. so if were to go forward with, you know, a relationship, we can’t let it get in the way.”
his eyes light up. “is that a ‘you’ll date me’?” you roll your eyes despite the cheesy smile and blush on your face. “sure.” with a new found passion, he kisses you again, instantly kissing you deeply, pushing you back down onto the bed.
his big hands running up and down your sides as your arms curl around the back of his neck. the head of his cock already insistently pressing into your folds, you tip your hips forward, letting him slide into you.
moaning into each other’s mouths, he finds his pace again. each drag of him against your walls has your back arching off the bed. it doesn’t take long for the both of you to reach your climax, his hand snaking between your bodies to rub tight, quick circles into your clit, always making a point for you to finish before him.
once he feels your twitching legs wrap around his hips and your pussy clench around him, he lets himself go. hot streams of cum fill you up as his head falls into the crook of your neck, whimpering almost pathetically. but you love it.
you run your hand up his back and his neck until it tangles in his sweat drenched hair, running your fingers through it as his pace slows, and as his mouth works little marks into your neck.
this is right where you need to be right now. with your casual hookup boyfriend collapsed on top of you, softening inside of you, and probably already falling sleep.
“ms. [name].” his deep voice spills through the small desktop intercom. you perk up, immediately leaning in and pressing the button to respond, “yes, mr. higuruma?”
“come to my office, now.” you stand up, straighten your skirt, and take a deep breath before making your way towards his office.
you push open the already slightly cracked door and look at him, swallowing hard at the look on his face— serious. he’s not messing around.
“sir…” he leans back in his chair, elbows rested on each arm rest, fingers clasped tightly together. his tired eyes looking up at you. “come here, ms. [name].”
you close the door behind you, and walk towards him quickly, now behind his desk, standing facing him. he spins his chair towards you. he unclasps his hands, then signals to his lap. “please, sit.”
you do so, no hesitation. you do what he says, when he says it. this has been silently established between the two of you for a while now.
after you’ve sat down on one of this spread thighs, hands fidgeting in your own lap, his large hand abruptly slams down on his desk, beside his calendar which you keep track of.
you jump at the sudden loud noise, directing your attention immediately towards the calendar. he looks at you, eyebrows raised, lips pressed together tightly before he speaks.
“do you notice anything, ms. [name]? about my calendar here?” you scan it with your eyes thoroughly, looking at all the dates you’ve put down. “i- um. i don’t see anythi-“
his hand slams down against the desk once again. his voice raised, and firm, “look. harder.” you swallow, nodding rapidly, leaning in closer trying to notice any error you possibly could’ve made, then you notice it.
“the deadline, sir, for the upcoming case, i put that on the twenty first instead of the- uh- the twelfth, i believe-“
“you believe?” he shouts. “you believe? no, you messed it up. and you’re lucky i caught it in time. this is your job. how do you mess that up?” you blink rapidly, hands squeezing tightly together.
“i’m sorry, sir, so sorry. i’ll fix it. i can fix it now-“ you quickly go to stand up, but he stops you with a firm hand on your thigh, pushing you back down onto his own thigh.
the same hand moves up to tightly grip your jaw, tugging you to look at him, to lean in closer. “when you stand up, you do it slowly, and you rest your elbows on my desk, yes?”
you nod, collecting yourself mentally, not being able to control the butterflies in your stomach, not quite knowing what’s about to happen, but not at all being opposed to it.
you stand up- slowly- as instructed, stepping in front of the desk, bending over and resting your elbows on it. “good.” he speaks quietly. he then also stands up, standing right behind you.
he clears his throat before continuing. “now-“ “are you going to fuck me?” you cut him off, and it shocks him. “i- yes. is that what you’d like me to do, ms. [name]?”
“yes, mr. higuruma.”
“pull up your skirt then. pull your pantyhose and underwear down as well.”
you do as he says, and you hear his zipper, and the soft sound of his pants and boxers being yanked down. he reaches out a surprisingly gentle and hesitant hand to rest on your hip.
stroking himself a few times and moving closer to you, he slowly lines himself up with you, and you can’t help but gasp as he pushes into you, agonizingly slow.
as he bottoms out, leaning over you, hot breath hitting your ear, there’s a sharp knock on the door. “this door is locked. ignore it.” he pants out, before dragging his thick cock out of you then snapping his hips right back into you.
this causes you to jolt, not being able to hold back the cry that escapes your mouth. just then, a flat, warm hand clamps over your mouth.
you squeeze your eyes shut as he starts thrusting, the sting new and unfamiliar, but not particularly unpleasant at all. “if i move my hand, ms. [name], will you make a noise?”
you shake your head quickly, then, adventurously, you lick a stripe across his hand as he slowly pulls it away. and this action only quickens the pace of his hips against you.
he moves that hand to the back of your head as he speeds up. fingers tightening in your hair and directing your head down to look at the calendar. “look at it. see- fuck- see where you messed up. don’t look away.”
despite your eyes being forced to look at the calendar, your mind was entirely somewhere else. not fully acknowledging the error, more focused on your hot boss’ huge cock being buried deep inside of you.
he was big— a little too big. you felt unbearably full, but as a warm bloom in your lower abdomen formed, all of the uncomfortableness was not as prominent at all. your back arches high off of the desk, biting your lip hard as to be silent, as he said.
two hands tightly gripping your hips now, thrusting fast and hard, your climax waves over you, almost unexpectedly. your head drops down to the desk, eyes once again meeting with the calendar.
your met with a sudden emptiness, quickly looking back at him, he’s spilled out onto his hand. sweaty hair plastered to his forehead, chest heaving as he wipes his hand on a nearby handkerchief, places himself back in his underwear, zips up his pants, and does up his belt.
“why did you-“
“pull out? i can’t have a pregnant secretary, now, can i? that would be a disaster. pull up your skirt.”
you do so, not being able to hold back a smile. adjusting your clothes and your hair, you catch your breath and turn back to him, already sat back in his chair.
“would you get me a cup of coffee?” he opens a drawer, and pulls out a sheet of paper from a file. “and i need 6 copies of this.” he sets it on the desk in front of you.
“yes sir.” you take his mug and the paper, then leave his office as usual. passing by the lobby sparsely populated by waiting clients, you can’t help but replay the previous moment in your mind, every detail.
notes: longer fic than usual, rewatched secretary and thought of higuruma! pls lmk thoughts! i hope you all enjoy🩷✨
nerd!gojo comforts you when you tell him you’re not ready
you and nerd!gojo had been going on small dates for the past month or two, shopping, picnics, getting drinks at your favorite local cafe, but one day, the two of you decided to go continue the date at his place. one thing led to another, mutually, you decided to “watch a movie”. yeah right.
he leans over you on his couch, kissing you slow at first, but it gets deep and passionate fast. god, you’re so nervous! maybe too nervous. it’s gone beyond those good butterflies and maybe you’re just not ready. you pull back slightly “satoru…”
“yeah? you alright?” he gazes into your eyes, glasses fogging up, his pale blue eyes giving you a concerned look.
“i- uh…” he pulls back from you, one hand rested on your thigh. “i don’t think im- uh- ready to… go further.” he looks at you sadly, not disappointed- but just sad, like he feels bad. like he feels that he pushed you too far.
“i’m sorry, baby, i didn’t mean to push-“ “no, no, no, you didn’t push me, i want to, don’t get me wrong, but i just don’t think im ready.. im sorry.” he leans in slightly, taking your hands into his own.
“don’t apologize. we really don’t have to do anything, i just want to spend time with you.”
you can’t help but smile, fully relaxing now, the pressure lifting off you. you lean in and peck him on the lips gently, and you share a sweet smile before you rest your head on his shoulder. half watching the movie, but mostly soaking up your sweet, considerate, gentle, nerdy boyfriends company.
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very half assed and dumb lmfao might delete. i’m more of a smut girl. fluff is a new concept to me
I would give up heaven if I had to, just to get another taste of your sweet venom
warnings: established relationship, fully consensual, handjob, eating out, finger svcking, dry hvmping, come eating while making out
Not really proofread so if you see any errors please say and I will fix it !! Apologies if there is <3
Choso Kamo was a man whipped. He loved his brothers, he loved the stray cat outside your house every morning, he loved your homemade dinners. But there was something he desired more than anything else; you.
Every morning when he awoke, the sweet smell of your perfume would invade his nostrils, lulling him into a trance where his limbs would move involuntarily, arms wrapping around your waist, burying his face in your neck. Kisses would litter over your exposed shoulder, freshly moisturised from the shower before. Eventually, when you’d wake with a mumble and a groan, his hips would buck forward into yours. A needy whine would escape from his parted lips as if his body moved without permission, and he was facing the consequences.
His growing bulge would press harder against the curve of your ass until you finally gave him the green light which consisted of a mumbled “hmm, go on then, Cho”, even though you’d told him numerous times he didn’t have to wait for permission. However, he still asked every time, waiting for that one word before he finally pounced.
Black hair would fall messily over the man’s eyes as he manhandled you to lie on your back so he could kiss hungrily down your abdomen. Just before he’d reach the waistband of your lacy underwear, he’d lift his head and push the shirt up that you were wearing (which was always one of his) and latch his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking and licking like a starved kitten. One free hand would grope the second before they switched, his mouth working on the other.
The sight was breathtaking, his hips bucking trying to create friction between your thighs and his bulge that was threatening to break free from his boxers. He sucked as if he were trying to drink milk straight from the source, eyelids half closed in a state of ecstasy. However, when the plan didn’t work Choso would kiss down your stomach again, pressing his nose into your crotch and inhaling deeply, actions animalistic as if he were going to eat you whole.
Finally, he’d yank your underwear down your thighs until it was dangling off one ankle and sink down, tongue pressing flat against your pussy and licking a long stripe up until he reached your clit, sucking and moaning throughout. Your back arches off the bed in a blaze of white pleasure, eyes scrunching closed as mewls spilled from your mouth. He’d work for hours if you’d let him, moaning as if he were the one receiving this heavenly experience.
Two thighs would lock around his head, squeezing and causing him to buck into the mattress again, a wet patch at the front of his boxers. One orgasm would trail into a second which would melt into a third until you yank on his hair, pulling his head back and asking for a break, voice quiet and feathery light yet hoarse from the previous forty or so minutes he was eating you out like he hadn’t eaten in years.
“Cho, baby, come here.” You coo him up so he’s laying next to you, propped up on one elbow. “Good boy,” you purr, rubbing one hand over his jet black hair before lazily stroking his earlobe.
He stares at you like you hung the moon and stars, like with a flick of your hand you could spring life from the ground and fix all world problems.
Slowly, your fingers trail down his jaw, over his exposed neck before two slip into his mouth. He hums contently around them, sucking and pressing his tongue flat against the underside of them.
“Let me take care of you now?”
He nods eagerly. With your free hand, your tug down his boxers, cock springing free and still leaking, trails of precum dripping down the base, tip an angry pink colour from being ignored for so long. Using the precum, you smear it around his cock before wrapping your palm around the base, twisting and moving your hand slowly up and down. Choso whimpers, hips bucking involuntarily upwards to chase the pleasure, one hand gripping your wrist as he continues eagerly sucking on your two digits. Your hand moves at an even pace, thumb occasionally rubbing over the head and eliciting more moans from your boyfriend.
“You close, baby?”
He nods, eyelids fluttering as tears build at the corners. You lean forward and kiss them away, adding a little lick on his cheek at the end before leaning back again.
Suddenly, you increase the pace, squelching sounds filling the room as his cock becomes soaked in his own precum. His thighs shake before his head falls back against the pillow, biting down hard on your fingers and spilling over your hand, his stomach, and the sheets. He emits one more low groan before he opens his eyes, hair disheveled against the pillowcase. You smear his cum over his abs before scooping up some on two fingers, replacing them with the two already in his mouth.
Then, you scoop some more, smearing it over his lips as drool dribbles from the corner of his mouth. You trail it over his chin before pulling him in and messily kissing him, tongues tangling together, sloppy and wet until you’re both breathless. Eventually, you pull away, swinging one leg over his waist and straddling him, grin on your face.
˚‧｡⋆°❀⋆ your casual hookup choso confesses his love to you during sex ˚‧｡⋆°❀⋆
ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨
tags: fem!reader x hookup!choso, piv
word count: approx 800
other: sorry this took so DAMN long i’m a busy woman. this def isn’t my best work it’s kinda dumb but regardlessss i hope you like it! alsoo i changed my blogs look so its cuter it was kinda lame before lol (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)
enjoy!
❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀
you and choso had been friends for years, since high school. and now, in your early college lives and adult years, you’re still close friends. but… with benefits, of course.
hooking up with choso started at a party a few months ago, you had both been a few drinks in, and got into a deep discussion about how dead your sex lives were, and how you’d considered finding something casual, getting what you needed sexually with no strings attached. no relationship in need of constant maintenance. just some sex on the side.
your main concern was not knowing said casual hookup partner enough. obviously, choso brought up the idea of the both of you hooking up. you know eachother! you trust eachother! you both wanted to rev up your sex lives a bit, so what could it hurt?
fast forward 3-4 months from then: it was the usual, late night text conversation turned sexting, turned “come to my dorm.” currently, he’s got you in a mean mating press, mouth latched to yours, thrusting so deep into you your legs jolt and you can’t help but cry out with with each movement, each loooong grind into you.
he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to catch his breath, sweat beading where his brows are tightly knit, his thrusts getting faster. “fuck… i’m s-s’close-“ he whimpers. his hands dig into the back of your thighs, as you feel them start to shake with that familiar tinge of heat boiling in your lower stomach.
he looks at you, panting, moaning, quick movements building up to his release, finally, he blurts, “fuck- i love you…” you both freeze, you looking at him with widened eyes. “…you don’t mean that.. you’re just-“
he cuts you off with a quick kiss. “no, [name], i really love you. and i can’t stop pretending i don’t anymore. it’s killing me. now’s not the best time for me to have said that, but at this point, i don’t think there will ever be a good time.”
your hand moves to the side of his neck, shaking your head. despite feeling the same, you didn’t want this to be happening right now. no strings attached, right? you both had so much more to be worrying about right now. a relationship is the last thing you needed added to the thousands of other things and concerns piling up on your plate right now.
“choso… we can’t like… date. you know that right? we both agreed…” you say, gently pushing him off of you, he pulls out with a small gasp from the both of you.
“why can’t we? we don’t have to change anything. we already fuck, we already hangout, we already go out and get food together, we do everything couples do, so what would change?”
you look down in thought. he was right. the only thing really keeping you from being a couple was the label of boyfriend and girlfriend and the ‘i love you’s.
“right?” he leans towards you. “do you not feel that way?” you immediately reach out to hold his face, hands cupping his jaw, gently brushing your thumb against his cheek.
“you know i do. and you know, you’re right. not much would even change, yeah?” you smile at him weakly “i love you too. but you know we’ve got a lot going on. so if were to go forward with, you know, a relationship, we can’t let it get in the way.”
his eyes light up. “is that a ‘you’ll date me’?” you roll your eyes despite the cheesy smile and blush on your face. “sure.” with a new found passion, he kisses you again, instantly kissing you deeply, pushing you back down onto the bed.
his big hands running up and down your sides as your arms curl around the back of his neck. the head of his cock already insistently pressing into your folds, you tip your hips forward, letting him slide into you.
moaning into each other’s mouths, he finds his pace again. each drag of him against your walls has your back arching off the bed. it doesn’t take long for the both of you to reach your climax, his hand snaking between your bodies to rub tight, quick circles into your clit, always making a point for you to finish before him.
once he feels your twitching legs wrap around his hips and your pussy clench around him, he lets himself go. hot streams of cum fill you up as his head falls into the crook of your neck, whimpering almost pathetically. but you love it.
you run your hand up his back and his neck until it tangles in his sweat drenched hair, running your fingers through it as his pace slows, and as his mouth works little marks into your neck.
this is right where you need to be right now. with your casual hookup boyfriend collapsed on top of you, softening inside of you, and probably already falling sleep.
synopsis: although you're meant to be asleep, you can't help but seek a little bit of extra attention from your boyfriends: toji fushiguro and ryomen sukuna. unfortunately, it doesn't go according to plan, because they're both heavy sleepers. don't worry, though! you have your ways.
contains: threesome, p in v, somnophilia, double penetration, oral (m!recieving), soft sex, sleepy sex, needy!reader, afab!reader, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, size kink, strength kink, aftercare, little bit of fluff, perhaps a little self indulgent, mdni!
wc: 4k!
Night settles thick and velvety around the room, the kind of quiet that only exists when everyone else has surrendered to sleep.
The blankets are heavy and warm, and you’re tucked right where you love to be - wedged between two oversized, overpowered men who somehow make the bed feel too small and impossibly safe at the same time.
Toji sleeps behind you like a furnace, one heavy arm draped around your waist, palm warm against your stomach. His chest rises and falls with long, deep breaths, each exhale brushing along the back of your neck.
He smells familiar - warm skin, faint shampoo, something rough and comforting, like worn leather and quiet nights. His leg is thrown lazily over yours, anchoring you in place like he subconsciously refuses to let you drift away even in sleep.
Ryomen lies facing you, one hand lightly resting at the curve of your hip, thumb stone-still - but there. His breathing is quieter, restrained even in slumber, like he refuses to look vulnerable to unconsciousness. His face looks softer like this, lines of arrogance smoothed out by sleep. Both eyes closed, lips relaxed instead of curled in a smirk.
You shift minutely, pressing back against Toji's heat, shifting against Ryomen's solid stillness. The friction is a whisper, a tease. It ignites something low and desperate inside you.
Your skin feels too tight, too sensitive under the blankets. The stillness grates; you need more. Need them awake, need them touching you properly. Need to be filled until this ache dissolves into something liquid and consuming.
Carefully, slowly, you slide Toji's arm off your waist, lifting his heavy thigh from yours. He grunts softly, shifting deeper into the pillows but doesn't wake. You twist silently onto your back, then push up onto your knees. The mattress dips.
Before Toji can fully register the loss of your warmth, you straddle his hips, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his waist. His boxers are thin cotton; you feel the thick ridge of his erection instantly beneath you, hot and hard even through the fabric.
A needy little whimper escapes your lips as you settle your weight down fully, grinding your soaked, lacey panties against his thick bulge. The friction makes you mewl pathetically, and your legs - which barely bracket his hips - help you to weakly bounce and grind on his chub. You’re horny and impatient, cheeks flushed pink with desperation.
You lean forward, pressing your palms flat against Toji’s bare chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath warm skin. He smells like sweat and sleep, and you can feel his heartbeat thumping steadily under your fingertips. You wiggle against him again, harder this time, the dampness between your legs soaking through your panties and onto his boxers.
You glance to the side at Ryomen’s sleeping form. He hasn’t moved an inch, still curled on his side with one hand resting near the pillow where your head was. His face is relaxed, peaceful even, but you know the moment he wakes, that arrogance will snap back into place.
For now, though, he’s oblivious.
You bite your lip, frustrated tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. *Why won’t they wake up?* You wiggle again, grinding down harder on Toji’s thickening length. His cock twitches beneath you, responding to the heat and pressure even in sleep, but he doesn’t stir beyond a low rumble in his chest.
Pouting, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and shimmy them down your thighs, kicking them off somewhere into the dark room. The cool air hits your wet slit, making you gasp softly. Then, shifting your hips higher on Toji’s stomach, you reach behind you.
Your fingers tremble as you fumble beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, finding his cock hot and heavy, already half-hard and leaking at the tip. You wrap your fingers around him, and guide him towards your aching entrance.
Your other hand spreads your pussy lips wide, slickness coating your fingers as you press the blunt head of him against your tiny, fluttering hole.
Slowly, agonisingly slowly, you sink down onto him. Your tight walls stretch around Toji’s thick cockhead, a choked whimper escaping your lips as the delicious burn steals your breath. Your thighs quiver with the effort, barely managing shallow, shuddering bounces that are more desperate wiggles than proper movement. Each tiny descent pulls another pathetic sound from your throat - high-pitched whines and breathy gasps - as you struggle to take more of him, your slick easing the way but your body protesting the overwhelming girth.
Tears of frustration blur your vision; it feels so good yet nowhere near enough, leaving you trembling and achingly empty higher up.
Toji stirs beneath you. A low, rumbling groan vibrates deep in his chest, resonating against your palms still pressed flat on his pecs. His hips give an instinctive, sleepy thrust upwards, burying himself a fraction deeper inside your clenching heat and forcing a sharp, needy cry from you.
His heavy eyelids flutter open, bleary eyes focusing slowly on your flushed, tear-streaked face hovering above him. Confusion flickers across his features for a split second before settling into a lazy, predatory awareness.
A slow, rough smirk spreads across his lips as he feels your trembling thighs struggling to ride him, your soaking wetness coating him.
“Couldn't wait, huh?” He grunts, his voice thick with sleep and amusement, one calloused hand sliding up to grip your hip firmly.
Pure, dizzying relief floods you at the sound of Toji’s gravelly voice.
A choked sob escapes your lips, mixing with the desperate whimpers torn from your throat on each tiny, shallow bounce. Your movements are frantic but weak - barely lifting yourself an inch before gravity pulls you back down onto his girthy cock, your thighs trembling violently with the effort. Every desperate grind against the thick root of him sends sparks through your oversensitive clit, yet it’s maddeningly insufficient, leaving you clenching and weeping around his fat dick.
Tears finally spill over, hot tracks down your cheeks as you whine, “N-Need you… please…”
Toji chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates deliciously through your joined bodies. His grip tightens on your hip, fingers digging possessively into soft flesh.
“Look at you.” He coos, voice thick with sleep and arousal, his gaze tracking the tremors running through your thighs. “Workin' yourself into a state all alone.”
He shifts subtly beneath you, lifting his hips just enough to meet your frantic little bounces, driving himself deeper into your clenching heat with a deliberate slowness that borders on cruel. The stretch burns beautifully, stealing your breath.
“My cock's too much for you, ain't it?” He taunts softly, watching the tears spill faster down your cheeks. “Little thing like you swallows it up whole, still whinin' for more. Aren’t you, pretty?”
Your answering whine is pure desperation, high-pitched and ragged, muffled as you bury your face against his sweat-dampened chest. “Too much... s'too big.” You sob, the words hiccuping out between shallow breaths, your hips stuttering helplessly against him, unable to push deeper or pull away, pinned by his strength and your own aching need.
“Shh.” He soothes, though the smirk lingers.
One rough thumb brushes away a tear track, the gesture surprisingly tender against the raw possessiveness in his eyes. “You're doin' so good, pretty baby. Takin' it like you were made for it.”
His praise coils hot and thick in your belly, mingling with the overwhelming stretch.
“So fuckin' cute.” He breathes, dragging a calloused palm up your spine to cradle the back of your neck, forcing your tear-streaked face up to meet his gaze. "All weepy and needy for my cock." He punctuates the words with another deliberate upward thrust, grinding his pubic bone against your swollen clit.
The rhythmic creak of the bedframe and Toji's low grunts finally slice through the heavy silence surrounding Ryomen. His eyes snap open, instantly sharp and alert despite the remnants of sleep clinging to his posture.
He takes in the scene beside him – you straddling Toji, trembling and slick, Toji's broad hands gripping your hips possessively – with undisguised disgust.
“Ugh.” He rasps, voice thick with sleep but dripping with contempt. “Seriously? Fucking freaks. Middle of the goddamn night.” He rolls onto his back, rubbing a hand over his face, the disdain clear even in the dim light filtering through the curtains.
Toji's chuckle is dark and knowing, his gaze flicking pointedly down Ryomen's body.
“Look who's talkin'. Got a decent tent pitchin' there yourself, princess.” He rumbles sarcastically, nodding towards the undeniable bulge straining against Ryomen's silk sleep pants. Your gaze follows, eyes widening as you take in the thick outline pressing against the thin fabric.
A tiny, involuntary whimper escapes you, followed instantly by a flood of saliva you just barely manage to swallow. The sheer visual, Ryomen's hardness juxtaposed with his sneer, sends a fresh wave of dizzying want crashing through you.
Toji notices your reaction instantly – the slack-jawed hunger, the glistening drool you couldn't quite contain. His grip tightens on your hip.
“That got you excited, doll?” He teases, voice dropping into that dangerously gentle rumble that always makes your knees weak. “Seein' him all stiff like that? You wanna taste him?”
Your eyes dart frantically between Ryomen's sneering face and the thick promise tenting his pants. A drowsy, desperate nod, followed by an “Uh-huh.” is all you can manage before you're clumsily lifting yourself off Toji’s cock with a wet, obscene pop.
You scramble onto all fours on the mattress, hips instinctively lifting high, presenting your dripping, swollen pussy towards Toji while your hungry gaze locks onto Ryomen's lap.
A pleading, high-pitched whine tears from your throat, raw and shameless. “Ryo… please…”
Ryomen watches you crawl towards him, your movements clumsy with need, your small hands trembling as they land on his thigh. The disgust melts away, replaced by a familiar, exasperated affection that softens the sharp lines of his face.
“Pathetic.” he sighs, the insult lacking its usual bite, sounding almost fond. He shifts onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows as his hips lift slightly, granting you access. “Go on then, you greedy little slut. Do what you need to do.”
His silk pants are pushed down just enough to free his flushed cock – thick, heavy, already leaking copious strings of translucent precum that glisten in the dim light. It springs up hot and hard, the swollen head nearly smacking against your cheekbone as he releases it.
The sudden proximity, the sheer heat radiating from him combined with the salty-sweet scent hitting your nostrils, makes you gasp wetly.
Your reaction – the wide-eyed awe, the choked moan, the way your tongue unconsciously darts out to wet your lips – sends a visible shudder through him. His hips jerk involuntarily, a thick rope of precum spurting onto your chin before you've even touched him.
“Fuck.” He groans, the sound low and strained, his arrogant facade crumbling completely. “Look at you... look how much you want it.”
Your shaky fingers wrap around his base, feeling the thick vein pulsing beneath your touch as you lean in, tongue instinctively darting out to catch the sticky precum still glistening on his tip. The sharp, musky taste blooms across your tongue - salty, intimate, utterly consuming.
A ragged moan tears from your throat as you sink forward, hollowing your cheeks to take the swollen head past your lips. Above you, Ryomen’s breath hitches sharply, his hips lifting off the mattress to press deeper into your mouth.
“That’s it.” He rasps, his voice stripped of contempt, now thick with drowsy reverence. One large hand settles possessively on the crown of your head, fingers tangling in your hair - not forcing, just holding - as his thumb strokes your temple. "Take it slow, sweetheart. Just like that..." His praise coils warm and liquid in your belly, making you whimper around his girth.
Behind you, Toji’s calloused hands slide up your trembling thighs, spreading them wider as he drags the slick, swollen head of his cock through your dripping folds.
The sensation - hot, blunt, teasing - makes you jerk and moan around Ryomen’s length, saliva leaking down your chin. Toji chuckles darkly, his grip tightening as he presses forward in one smooth, lazy thrust, filling your aching pussy to the hilt.
You arch violently, gagging around Ryomen as the overwhelming stretch ripples through you, tears springing fresh at the corners of your eyes.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Toji groans, his voice gravelly with sleep and pleasure, hips rolling in shallow, possessive circles that grind his pubic bone against your clit. “Squeezin’ me like you’d die without it…”
Ryomen watches you struggle - your teary eyes, the frantic bob of your throat as you suck him deeper, the way your hips rock back weakly onto Toji’s thick cock - and a soft, almost disbelieving sigh escapes him.
“God, you’re a mess.” He groans, but his thumb brushes away a tear with startling tenderness. His other hand slides down to cradle your jaw, guiding you gently as you take him inch by inch, your nose pressing into the coarse hair at his base.
Every choked slurp, every flutter of your lips, pulls another thick strand of precum from him, coating your tongue.
“So good... taking us both like this—hnn.” The raw ache in his voice betrays him, his hips stuttering upward as you hollow your cheeks, drawing a guttural groan from his chest.
The room fills with the sounds of their pleasure: Ryomen’s fractured sighs, Toji’s low, rhythmic grunts, the slick slap of skin against skin - all underscored by your own muffled whimpers.
Toji’s thrusts deepen, each powerful surge driving Ryomen deeper down your throat until your eyes roll back, overwhelmed and trembling between them. Ryomen’s hand tightens in your hair, not pulling, just holding you steady as his cockhead nudges the back of your throat.
“Easy.” He breathes, watching tears stream freely down your cheeks. “Just breathe... we’ve got you.”
His thumb strokes your cheekbone, the gesture unbearably gentle as Toji’s palm splays across your lower back, pinning you in place between their heat, their strength, their ravenous, lazy claim.
Ryomen’s head tips back against the pillows, the tendons in his throat straining as he surrenders to the sensation. Moonlight catches the sweat-slicked lines of his jaw, the dark sweep of his lashes against his cheekbones - god, he looks devastatingly beautiful like this, arrogance unraveled into pure, raw need.
A soft whimper escapes you as you pull off his cock with a wet gasp, lips swollen and glistening. You nuzzle against the flushed head instead, kitten-licking the slit teasingly, lapping up the salt-bitter precum you know drives him wild.
His hips jerk sharply, a choked groan tearing free. “Fuck—yes, just like that.” He rasps, his voice cracking as his fingers tense in your hair, guiding you back to torture him slowly, deliberately.
Behind you, Toji shifts his grip, angling your hips higher as he rolls deep into you. It’s a subtle, possessive adjustment - a slow grind that seats the blunt crown of him impossibly deep, kissing your cervix in one smooth, devastating stroke.
You cry out against Ryomen’s thigh, the sound strangled and high-pitched. The sudden stretch wrings a shuddering sob from you, your cunt clamping down hard around Toji’s thickness.
He groans, low and satisfied, hips circling to savor the vice-tight grip of you. “Feel that, doll?” He murmurs, breath hot against your spine. “Taking me right where you need it…”
Each shallow rock grinds that swollen tip against your deepest, most tender spot, leaving you boneless and shaking, tears soaking Ryomen’s skin as you suckle his cockhead desperately.
Ryomen watches you fall apart - your trembling surrender, the way your thighs quake as Toji owns your pussy - and something shifts in his eyes.
The last shred of detachment melts away.
“Look at her.” He coos, voice thick with awe, thumb brushing your tear-slicked chin. “So soft... so fucking perfect.”
His hips lift, pressing insistently against your lips until you take him deeper again, your mouth working him with clumsy, worshipful hunger. Above the ragged sounds of your sucking, Ryomen’s breath catches, his gaze locking with Toji’s over your head.
“Enough.” Ryomen rasps suddenly, his voice low but commanding.
He gently pulls his cock from your lips with a soft, wet pop, ignoring your desperate whimper. Simultaneously, Toji stills his delicious thrusts, sliding out of your clenching heat with agonizing slowness, leaving you shuddering and achingly empty.
Before you can protest, Ryomen’s strong arms hook under your knees and around your waist. Effortlessly, he lifts you - your back instantly pressed flush against the solid warmth of his chest - and cradles you suspended against him, your legs splayed wide open.
The thick, insistent heat of his erection presses firmly against the cleft of your ass, a silent, urgent promise. In front of you, Toji shifts forward on his knees between your trembling thighs, his calloused hands spreading you wider as he aligns himself with your dripping, twitching entrance.
Toji’s gaze locks onto yours, dark and predatory, as he pushes forward in one slow, relentless stroke, filling your needy pussy to the hilt again.
The stretch burns beautifully, stealing your breath in a ragged gasp, but it’s Ryomen’s hand that tilts your head back against his shoulder.
His lips brush your ear, voice rough and hypnotic. “Relax, sweetheart.” He murmurs, fingers splayed possessively across your stomach. Then, with aching tenderness, he presses the blunt, slick head of his cock against your tight, untouched rim.
You stiffen instinctively. “Ryo—mh!” A sharp, startled inhale, but Ryomen’s other hand strokes soothingly down your thigh.
“Shh, I’ve got you.” He breathes, the words vibrating against your skin as he pushes forward, just an inch, the stretch foreign and exquisite, forcing a trembling whine from your throat.
The dual invasion overwhelms: Toji’s thick cock pistoning deep into your cunt, Ryomen’s relentless pressure stretching your ass, and your body arches violently between them.
A ragged moan tears free as Ryomen sinks deeper, the searing fullness stealing coherent thought. Your head falls back fully against his shoulder, tears spilling anew as his arm bands tighter around your waist, anchoring you.
Between the slick sounds of Toji’s thrusts and your own choked cries, Ryomen groans, low and reverent, his teeth grazing your neck.
“So tight—fuck— taking us so well…” His hips roll in shallow, deliberate circles, seating himself completely, the intimate burn blooming into a deep, throbbing ache that merges with the pounding pleasure radiating from your clit with every grind of Toji’s pelvis.
Toji’s calloused hands slide up your trembling thighs, thumbs digging possessively into the crease of your hips as he drives deep. His chest brushes against your swollen, sensitive nipples with each powerful thrust - a fleeting friction that draws sharp, whimpering gasps from you.
Leaning forward, he nuzzles the sweat-dampened skin beneath your ear, teeth grazing the pulse point.
“Listen to her.” He growls, voice thick and amused, aimed at Ryomen even as his gaze locks onto your tear-streaked face. "Whimpers like a fuckin’ kitten." His tongue soothes the bite mark he’s left, then dips lower to suck a bruise into your collarbone. You shudder wildly, pinned between Ryomen’s relentless fullness and Toji’s claiming mouth.
“Her ass is still pliant.” Ryomen points out, breath hot against your temple, his fingers tracing the rim where he’s buried deep.
His voice holds a drowsy awe that contrasts sharply with his earlier disdain. “Soft ‘n’ open…” He punctuates each word with a slow, grinding roll of his hips that makes you sob.
Toji chuckles, low and dark, his lips leaving your skin to glance up at Ryomen. “Told you she was made for it.”
His large hand slides up your stomach, fingers skating over your ribs before palming your breast roughly. He squeezes, thumb flicking your pebbled nipple, and you jerk against Ryomen’s chest.
“Feel how soft these tits are?” Toji rasps, his gaze locked on Ryomen’s over your shoulder. “Like fuckin’ silk... perfect for squeezin’ while she takes cock.”
The vulgar tenderness - the raw admiration in Toji’s gravelly voice - collides with Ryomen’s answering groan of agreement. “God, yes. So soft…” Ryomen breathes, his hand joining Toji’s while you wrap your legs around Toji’s waist to steady yourself, both men fondling your breasts with possessive reverence as they fill you completely.
The overwhelming stretch, the possessive hands on your skin, and the shockingly sweet profanity spilling from their lips - "So soft…”, “Made for us.” - shatters your control.
A choked scream rips from your throat as your orgasm consumes you, violent and sudden. Your cunt clamps down hard around Toji’s thrusting cock while your ass pulses around Ryomen’s thickness. Liquid heat gushes from you, soaking Toji’s abs in a weak, trembling squirt that leaves you gasping and shaking.
“That’s it.” Ryomen rasps against your ear, his hips stuttering as he feels your convulsions. “Let go... shit, feel her…”
Toji grunts, driving deeper, his rhythm faltering as your fluttering cunt milks his fat cock. “Such a good girl.” He manages, fingers tightening on your breast. “Takin’ us ‘n’ ruinin’ yourself…”
Ryomen comes first - a sharp, ragged groan torn from his chest as he buries himself to the hilt in your ass. His release is scalding-hot and thick, pulsing deep inside you, flooding that tight ring with sticky heat. You whimper weakly, still twitching from your own climax, as the sensation spreads - intimate, claiming.
Toji follows seconds later, hips pistoning wildly as he slams home. He whines your name, low and rough, his cock swelling impossibly thicker before erupting deep in your womb. You feel the hot, heavy pulses flooding you, mixing with the sensation of Ryomen’s cum, filling you until you’re impossibly stretched and achingly full.
Both men groan in unison, their bodies shuddering against yours as they pump you full, their grips bruisingly tight.
Slowly, carefully, Ryomen slides out of your ass with a slick, obscene sound that makes you flinch. Toji pulls free next, his softening cock dragging against your oversensitive walls, leaving you trembling and gaping, thighs slick with a mess of cum and squirt.
Ryomen hooks his arms under your knees and waist, lifting you effortlessly against his chest as Toji shifts off the bed. Your head lolls weakly against Ryomen’s shoulder, your entire body feeling boneless and heavy.
He carries you the few steps to the unmussed side of the bed, lowering you gently onto the cool sheets. You curl instinctively into the pillows, your small frame dwarfed by the mattress, trembling legs tucked close. The contrast is stark - your fragility against their sheer size, the rumpled sheets still radiating heat where they’d pinned you moments ago. Ryomen’s gaze softens as he brushes damp hair from your forehead.
“So small.” He muses, almost to himself.
Toji sinks onto the edge of the bed beside you, his calloused hands surprisingly gentle as he turns you onto your stomach. “Gonna be sore tomorrow, doll.” He rumbles, thumbs already kneading the tense muscles of your lower back with firm, practiced pressure.
You sigh shakily into the pillow, the ache in your spine easing under his touch. His palms move lower, working the trembling knots in your thighs, coaxing the tremors into submission. Each stroke is deliberate, grounding - a stark contrast to the bruising possession minutes before.
Meanwhile, Ryomen pads silently to the adjoining bathroom. You hear the soft rush of water, then his return, a warm, damp towel in hand. He starts with you, wiping away the sticky mess between your thighs with unhurried tenderness, the heat soothing your raw skin.
He cleans Toji next, the rough swipe of the towel over sweat-slicked abs drawing a low grunt of approval. Finally, Ryomen tends to himself, the towel moving in efficient strokes before he tosses it aside.
Without a word, he slides into bed behind you, his chest molding to your back, one arm draping heavily over your waist. Toji stretches out on your other side, his hand settling possessively on your hip, thumb stroking slow circles. The warmth of them surrounds you completely - Ryomen’s steady heartbeat against your spine, Toji’s breath ghosting over your shoulder.
Exhaustion crashes over you, thick and sweet, and your eyes drift shut as Ryomen presses a kiss to the nape of your neck.
“Rest.” He whispers, the command softened by fatigue. You sink deeper into the pillows, cocooned between them, already drifting.
a/n: i need them both so bad bruh
huge thankyou to @sebnchosongetosowlett for helping me with the plot when i was in hysteria yesterday because of my writers block!!!
synopsis: you discover that your big scary beast of a boyfriend is capable of more sounds than just grunts and swears. you, understandably, are thrilled.
a/n: this is a reupload cus i deleted it on accident my bad😖😖 enjoyy ֯݁კ🎀 ྀི𓈒
Since being with Toji, subtlety’s not been your strong point. He’s too good at what he does. He’s ruined you for quiet pleasure; when you come, it’s a whole show.
Like now.
The delicious pressure crashes through its peak, snapping tight through your abdomen. Your muscles seize with such force that your torso is flung forward, forehead brushing against the hard plane of Toji’s chest. A high-pitched, almost pained sound tears out of you before you can stop it.
Toji’s stood up, his body leaning over you at the foot of your bed. One hand is still buried between your thighs, his fingers working slow gentle strokes as you chase the fading sparks. You grind against his touch shamelessly, trying to wring out every last bit of pleasure you can.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, satisfied.
You don’t have to look up to know he’s smiling. The lazy warmth tickles your brain in the same fuzzy way it always does, the way that makes something embarrassingly soft bloom in your chest whilst your body still trembles.
When you’ve nothing left to give, he slides his fingers out, and you exhale. But he doesn’t give you long to miss them, and when his hand moves towards your mouth you open without hesitation.
He lets out a low whistle when your lips close around them.
“Good girl,” he drawls, amused. He presses them them flat against your tongue. “Look so pretty with your mouth full.”
You hum around him, eyes lifting through wet lashes to meet his own. You nod once, then pull back with a soft ‘pop’
Your voice comes out rough. “Want something else in my mouth now.”
Post-orgasm boldness is another bad habit of yours. Or a good one. Toji’s made it very clear where he stands.
Muddy sage eyes stare down at you, and in them you see the moment you work for, the way the darken in real-time when he realises what’s to come. It’s hard not to be thrilled, predictable as he may be.
Your lips are pushed into a pout as he gently grips your jaw, angling your face up to his so he can press a fast wet kiss to your mouth.
He speaks in a hushed slur.
“Yeah, you do. Want my dick, don’t you?” Another kiss, slower. “You gonna take care of me, baby?”
Another nod from you. Immediate and eager.
His eyes rake over your naked form, and you know he’s thinking about whether he should just skip the foreplay. A short-lived idea, as something settles in his smile. You watch him, thighs still humming, as he steps back, releasing you. He walks round to the bedside, then flops down with exaggerated ceremony, his grin proud like he’s presenting you with a gift.
“C’mon then,” He clicks his teeth, lightly.
There’s only one sight that turns you on more than the image of Toji between your legs, and it’s this one; him laid out casual as ever, waiting.
Laid out casual as ever, both hands hooked behind his head. His massive shoulders almost kissing his ears, biceps bulging against thick forearms. And then that face; the smug, languidness of his stare always feels like a dare of some sort. A challenge you wouldn’t be able to deny even if you wanted to.
The mattress ripples under your weight as you crawl towards him, legs still weak. You feel his stomach tighten beneath your palm when you steady yourself against him.
Not breaking eye contact, you lean down, slow, pressing your mouth just below his navel. Not quite where he wants it, not yet. He exhales through his nose, subtle, but you hear it still.
His mouth ticks up, but it’s not enough for you.
You drag your lips lower, open- mouthed kisses drawing a path down to where he really wants you, where you want to be. A millimetre before your lips touch the spot just above his tuft of hair, his hips twitch up to meet you. You look up again.
Now his smile is faint. Jaw tight. His abs ripple, flexing automatically.
A fresh heat curls in your stomach.
Your touch is soft, almost hesitant when you pull him free from his briefs, and you continue as you started; slow torturous kisses down the top of his shaft. You only get about halfway towards his tip when you hear your name.
“Y/N,” He warns, not quite irritated but close to it, that low thread of control in his tone.
You play innocent, blinking up at him.
“What?”
“Stop playing.”
You can’t fight off a giggle. “You’re such a man, y’know. So impatient.”
“Yeah, I am. So get on wi-“
The rest of his sentence dissolves to a low hiss when ur tongue presses flat against the underside of his pole, just below the head. Toji’s got a pornstar cock; veined, blushing, tall. Big-too big actually, but you’re too greedy for that to be a complaint.
It’s a ritual of care and devotion, and you treat it as such, kissing the slit gently, almost romantically, before finally taking him in your mouth, your fingers wrapped around the base.
“Fuck,” he mutters, voice gravel, eyes fluttering closed. His hand finds your hair, fingers slotting in place
The slight salty sweetness of skin and precum mixes in your mouth as you work over him, lips stretching to take him in. Your hand works in tandem, sliding up and down his length in rhythm.
“Shit, sweetheart,” he rasps as he swipes a thumb beneath your lip, collecting the slick wetness that you’re dribbling, only to smear it back over your cheek. “Makin’ a mess already. You love this dick that much, huh?”
In response, you take him deeper, fighting the reflex when his tip nudges the back of your throat, tears pooling in your eyes. When he groans, low and thundering, you feel his grip tighten in your hair and his hips stutter upwards. It flips some feral switch in you, and you pull off of him with a wet pop, your mouth gleaming, eyes glossy.
“Fuck my face, Toji,” You pant, voice hoarse.
He blinks down at you, eyebrows raised.
“Really?” He asks, smile already spreading like he can’t believe his luck. “You want me to?”
The truth is, although this is your first time telling him so explicitly, you’ve thought about it …a lot. All those times where his hand is oh-so gently, guiding you over him, his pelvis is twitching no matter how much he tries to hide it and you can just tell he’s holding himself back from really having his way with you.
But what if.. he just didn’t? What if you let him ruin you? What if you let it hurt a little ? Why does the mere idea have heat spreading through your core?
“I can take it,” You breathe confidently, because you know that your sweet brute doesn’t want to hurt you. “Promise.”
“Shit, alright. You gotta tell me when you need to breathe,” He says pointedly. His other hand is already cradling your chin.
You nod. White teeth flash at you as he winks.
“Atta girl.”
You grip the hunks of his thighs, bracing yourself while he tentatively slides between your lips. He’s still being careful, which is lovely, but not what you want. So you meet him halfway. Your eyes squeeze shut as you dare to push lower, throat fluttering around the tip. Apparently, this is all the encouragement he needs, because just as you’re pulling back, convinced there’s nowhere left to go, his hips roll up. This time you do gag, and a mean, low chuckle floats from his lips and the vibrations zips through you, pooling low.
“There you go. Look at you,” his voice is rough and raw on your ears. You manage to open your eyes again, tears burning at their corners when you look up to see his slack smile, his eyebrows pinched ever so slightly. He push up into your mouth again, and your nails dig into him. “Taking me — fuck — so well. My baby’s a pro.”
You are, you’re really trying to. It’s harder than you imagined, better than you imagined, his firm hold on your head, the sting of your scalp, the soreness in your throat. But you won’t stop. You need this as much as he does; need to see the wildness growing in his eyes, to see every twitch of his mouth. You need to hear each rasp that catches in his chest as he tries to keep himself from unraveling before you. Your moan vibrates around him and Toji rewards you with a sharp rut, a shaky sigh.
“Fuckin’ made for this,” He grits, a bead of sweat slowly crawling down his sternum. “Made for me, aren’t ya? My perfect girl.”
He knows what it does to you, those reverent, adoring utterances. Your response is instinctual; you can’t help but writhe back and forth, trying to produce friction on the back of your own heel. Your eyes don’t break from his for even a second, and the sight of him gazing down at you with those half lidded but focussed eyes only has you squirming more.
“Goddamn. So good. So good to me,” he practically snarls, thrusts slower now but more deliberate. All you can do is moan around him, head bobbing helplessly. If your mouth wasn’t too full to speak, you’d tell him how much you love this, how mad it drives you to see him like this, knowing it’s all because of you. Only because of you.
You breathe hard through your nose, fighting to sink down further, until your lips are pushing against the base. More, you need more. You need all.
Toji curses, loud, and you feel his cock pulse hot in your mouth.
“Jesus —“ He makes a sound so heavy with need that you’ve no choice but to suck him harder, sliding your tongue over his tip each time he draws back, swallowing around him each time he jerks forward. “Ah shit, baby, fuck—“
He’s gonna come.
“M’gonna come.”
His breaths are heavy and ragged now, chest rising and falling, a light blush travelling up his strained, thick neck. Wide blown pupils stare down at you and there’s nothing in them but need. He’s exactly where you want him.
You pull back just enough to breathe. You’re sure you look completely wrecked, which only makes the adoring look he’s giving you right now more precious.
“In my mouth, yeah?” You instruct, voice husky. “Wanna taste you.”
Now it’s Toji who’s struggling for words, desperately nodding, prodding against your shiny lips like he can’t bear not being between them a second longer.
You’re inclined to appease but not before having a bit of fun first. You press a wet, open mouthed kiss to his frenulum, just to watch his mind lose shape, his head tipping back, his massive body tensing. Satisfied, you hum to yourself and squeeze him at this base once more, then envelope the throbbing head in your mouth once again.
He barely sighs.
“Oh, fuck—“
It hits fast and warm, the first thick spurt of cum painting the inside of your cheek. You hold back a giggle as he pulses in your hand, the hot saltiness now spilling over your tongue, some of it streaking down his length. He breathes hard, like it’s a fight to push the air out of his lungs, staring down as you let the fluid dribble down his cock, only to catch it at the base with your tongue. He manages a slight chuckle as you lick; slow, wide eyed all the way back up to the sensitive top…
And then you hear it.
The shock makes you instinctively swallow, warmth trickling down your inside.
“What was that?” You chirp, but you know, and he knows.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Oh but he does, if the way he’s suddenly avoiding your eyes is anything to go by.
It was a sound you didn’t even know he was capable of making-, some delicious cross between a moan, and a laugh, and a small sob.
You smile, slow, pinning his hips down when he tries to shift away from you.
“Toji.. did you just.. whimper?”
“No,” he grunts. There’s still heat in his eyes, but something else too, a flicker of irritation. “Shut up.”
He’s blushing. Your mean, muscled bully is turning pink at his ears, and you can’t believe how beautiful he is like this. Can’t believe you’re only just making this discovery now.
You know what you heard. And it’s maddening how badly you want to hear it again.
Without warning, your tongue darts out, swiping across his slit. Sure enough, it slips out; a small, sharp inhale that breaks right at the end.
“F-fuck— Stop!” He exclaims, voice strained like he can’t decide whether it tickles or hurts. Like he can’t control himself, he throws an arm across his face, forearm covering his eyes. “Please, baby. Don’t.”
Holyyy shit.
A voice like his; deep like molasses, gravelly in your ear as he utters all kinds of filth, now so thin with boyish need. He’s damn near whining. It’s music to your ears.
“Oh, he begs too, huh?” You croon, punctuating with a slow stroke with your hand. You duck your head a little, flashing your wicked grin when you catch his peering eye. “I like it. You should do it more.”
The pillow hits your head instantaneously.
“Hey—“
For a second all you see is cotton and darkness . By the time you shake it off, half laughing, he’s pulled himself free from your grip. He clicks his teeth, raking a hand through his raven strands as if it’ll restore him to factory setting.
“Fuck off.”
You have to physically bite your lip to stop yourself laughing.
“Oh, c’mon Toji! Don’t be like that— it was cute!” you go up on your knees, shuffling up beside him. His metallic, dark eyes follow you, and the harder he glares, the more that wicked thrill blooms in your chest.
So this is how it feels. You can definitely get used to it.
“Not gonna tell you again,” he warns, voice low.
But seeing the stubborn dusting across the straight ridge of his nose, well… the threat lacks its usual bite.
“Aww, are you embarrassed, baby?” You coo, unrepentant .Then, because the power’s intoxicating, and simply because you can, you pinch his cheek. “Adorable.”
His eyes snap to yours.
You feel the shift, the way that dangerous look creeps back into his expression when he decides he’s had enough of your bullshit, except you feel it too late to get away.
His hand shoots out and fastens around your wrist. Before you know it he tugs down in one smooth motion, until you're toppling against him. The only thing that stops you from face planting against his chest is his other hand, firm at your waist.
“Go on. Keep fucking talking,” he mutters.
You gasp when his knee drives up, gently bumping your abdomen, low enough to feel it where it counts. When your silence persists, the corner of his mouth ticks up.
“No? No more jokes?”
You swallow. He moves.
Within seconds, the world is tilting. Your back hits the mattress, air leaving your lungs in a startled laugh as he crowds over you, one hand planted beside your head.
If the way he’s looking at you right now isn’t warning enough, the speed at which he dips into your neck surely is.
Now you’ve done it.
“Mm,” he hums, voice muffled. “That’s what I thought.”
midnight phone sex with husband!nanami and he… cries?
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word count: approx 500
tags: phone sex, husband!nanami x fem!reader
other: this won the poll! i will be doing the other options that were on there soon as well🫰
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its 12:04 AM, and you find yourself being stirred awake by the bright light of your buzzing phone filling the room. you lazily reach for your phone, bringing it to your face, squinting.
“incoming call from Kento❤️”
you answer, a bit more alert now. he’s been away on business for the past week, and you’re slightly worried. you wouldn’t think he’d call this late unless something was wrong. “hello? is everything okay?”
you’re met with heavy breathing just for a moment, interrupted by the sound of a strangled “fuck.”
“uh, hello? what is going on?” you’re sat up, fully awake at this point. “uh- hey- hey baby… i just.. i’m sorry, i know it’s late… i-“
“dude. you need to tell me what the hell is going on.”
“i can’t- i miss you so fucking bad… i just need to hear your voice- just for a sec…”
you sigh, incredibly relieved. no, something wasn’t horribly wrong at all. he wasn’t in danger whatsoever. just horny and alone, apparently. you can’t help but laugh. “you scared me.”
“keep.. keep talking for me, baby…” you go from laughing to being surprisingly turned on from the desperation in his voice and the thought of him being so worked up in the middle of the night at the thought of you.
“are you- touching yourself too?” he mutters softly. you take that as an invitation, laying back down, and slowly sliding your hand into your underwear, dragging your fingers up and down your already wet self, making small circles every time you rub up from your entrance to your clit, just like kento does to you.
“yeah.. are you close?” you say, trying to keep your voice stable, despite the already dizzying speed your fingers are going against yourself. “shit- yeah.. yeah…”
on the other side of the phone, he’s there, in a lonely hotel bed fucking up into his fist, his hips snapping up fast enough to make his wrist ache. his eyes shut painfully tight, in an immense state of focus, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he desperately tries to imagine the way you would feel around him.
the tightness of your walls, your warm soft skin under his fingertips… he can’t. he needs you. not his hand. you. he breaks then, and you can hear it. “god..” he cries out loudly, before breaking down into small sobs.
you hear the wet sounds immediately stop, your hand now stops too. that same feeling of worry rising back up again. “hey.. hey what’s the matter? you crying?” you sit up, your tone gentle now, and your hand wringing in your lap, ignoring the eager pulse under your pants. “hello?” you can still hear his muffled sobs and whines of pure frustration.
“i’m sorry. i just can’t do this. i- i miss you so bad, everything about you... i need you.” you can’t help but smile, despite the sadness you feel for your poor kento, alone and crying purely because he misses you. “don’t cry, love. you’ll be home in a few days.”
“no…”
“wait, how come? did it get pushed longer?”
“no. i’m gonna leave early. i’ll be home tomorrow night.”
summary: hiromi really loves it when you wear heels.
warnings: 18+, MDNI, oral (f!receiving), high heel fetish on hiromi’s part, he loves when you’re a little bit mean, he also loves when you step on him
a/n: my entry for PUSSYWHIPPED. art by @/ayushinz.
Men like Higuruma are supposed to be in control. On top. Always asserting their dominance, not giving any ground.
It's one of the first things his mentors taught him: never let anyone walk all over you. He can't explain why he lets you do just that. Metaphorically, of course, but also functionally. The sting that pricks his skin every time the sharp point of your high heel digs into him sends chills down his spine and makes his dick throb under his slacks.
He doesn't have a foot fetish. At least he doesn't think so. There's just something about the way your legs look when you wear heels that fucks up his brain. When you pair them with a tight pencil skirt that would be enough to get you written up in any other work place, he's a gone man.
Hiromi is so hopeless, in fact, that the second Shimizu heads out of the office for her lunch break, he's on his knees in front of you. His big, warm palms smoothing up the outside of your thighs as he traces the way they curve into your hips.
"You're torturing me on purpose," he accuses.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Your response is dry. You've barely paid attention to him all day. Even now, your gaze is fixated on your computer as opposed to the pathetically desperate man kneeling at your feet.
"Don't ignore me, my love," he murmurs, sliding a hand up your inner thigh.
At that, you move, pressing the ball of your foot into the middle of his chest and forcing him to lean back on his elbows. The pointed heel of your stiletto pokes right at the end of his sternum.
He bites his lip to stifle a groan when you grind it down against his chest.
"I didn't realize I married such a needy man."
You finally rip your gaze away from your computer, but Hiromi almost wishes you hadn't. You're looking at him like he's a bug—some alien creature you just caught bathing in its own slime. Not your husband of two years. Not the man you love.
He hates that it gets him going as much as it does.
"That's not true. I've always been very upfront about my feelings for you."
Hiromi's right hand wraps around your ankle and slowly slides its way up your calf. The black patent leather that wraps your foot glints in the light, and he has to take a moment to steady his breathing.
He shifts forward just slightly enough, just so he's able to tilt his head forward and press a kiss to the top of your foot. His soft lips pepper kisses along the soft skin until he gets to your ankle, at which point he looks up at you for approval.
The only thing he gets is the blunt press from the pointed toe of your shoe against his cheek.
"You're lucky that desperation looks so beautiful on you, Hiro."
There's a long pause where the two of you consider each other. Your head is tilted to the side, posture relaxed and almost inquisitive as you stare down at your husband. Hiromi is flushed and panting, pupils dilated as he stares at you. His tie is coming loose, and his inky hair is more disheveled than usual.
The whirring of your computer fights for dominance against Hiromi's ragged breathing in the quiet office, but you can't hear anything over the thrumming of your pulse in your ears.
"Hiro," you coo.
"Yes, darling?" His reply is breathless and hesitant in a way that makes satisfaction curl in your chest.
"Come here."
Your husband is a man who never needs to be told anything twice. The moment the words fall from your lips, he's crawling forward and kissing his way up your legs as he goes. His mouth trails hot, open-mouthed kisses up from the top of your foot all the way to your knee, just to repeat the process with your other leg. His hands have long since found your hips, squeezing gently after pushing your skirt up out of the way.
By the time he's finished licking up the inside of your thighs, you're soaking through your panties.
"Please, my love, please…please, please," he breathes. The quiet pleas get tattooed into your skin as he trails the tip of his hooked nose along the top of your thigh. It's starting to feel less like desperation and more like an inevitability. Something Hiromi feels that he has to do in order to get you. In order to be allowed to touch and please you.
As if you wouldn't be folding for him anyway. Truthfully, you're as deeply in love with him as he is with you, but you're more than happy to indulge his quirks. You'd also be lying to yourself if you tried to say that you didn't find the sight of him on his knees, cheek squished against your thigh as he nuzzles your skin and begs for permission to eat you out, utterly appealing.
"No one's stopping you, baby."
Hiromi's dark brown eyes flit up to your face momentarily. You can almost feel the weight of it like a caress on your skin, feeling the way it traces your brow bone, the line of your nose, and the plumpness of your cheeks. It's a masterclass in yearning, despite the man being draped over your lap.
He doesn't even say anything. He just leans forward, yanks your panties to the side, and buries his face into your cunt. He's sick with it, taking a long, deep sniff before his tongue licks up through your folds, trying to gather as much of your taste on his tongue as he can.
"Tastes so good, darling, fuck…"
A soft groan gets pressed into your clit like a kiss while his sloppy tongue licks its way past your entrance. His nose slots against your cunt like it was built just for the purpose of your pleasure. It's funny, honestly, how a feature he once hated transformed into a tool to please you. He never loves his nose more than when he's able to use it in service of you.
In fact, nothing gives him life more than this. Loving you, pleasing you, being able to share in life's joys and pleasures with you gives him all the strength he needs to perservere through the endless cycle of mental and tangible trials he faces otherwise. In a world of harsh debate and cold logic, you're a soft blanket and a sweet hug.
And a warm, dripping indulgence. Hiromi's pretty sure he could survive just off your pussy alone. His tongue works in and out, curving and rubbing up against your g-spot with every lick. Though his hands are on your hips, he doesn't stop you from grinding down on his nose. In fact, he's shaking his head back and forth, letting your clit roll over the bridge of it.
Your orgasm creeps up on you slowly but as steady as your husband's pace between your thighs. Always relentless, always endlessly dedicated in both his job and in his role as your lover. How could you ask for a better husband?
"Shit, Hiro, m'gonna cum…" you moan.
You can't, really. Not with the way he's making you cum. Your orgasm shatters into bits and pieces, pleasure pricking at every nerve as is wracks through you. Hiromi keeps licking and licking, scooping every gush of your slick into his mouth with a biblical greed. The pleasure runs hot and thick through your veins like molten honey.
Neither you nor Hiromi want to be the first to pull away, but you have to yank him off you once the overstimulation gets to be too much. Your hands are still fisted in his dark hair when you meet his gaze. He's flushed, and his eyes are almost rolling back in his head. The lower half of his face is shiny with a combination of your slick and his spit, but he doesn't seem to mind. His tongue is already tracing over his swollen bottom lip just to get another taste.
Your mind doesn't kick back into gear until you see one of Hiromi's hands creeping down to his crotch.
"Aht. You know better," you chide, voice hoarse from moaning.
Hiromi looks up at you once more, fully chastised, before dropping his gaze back to your thighs.
"Please touch me," he murmurs. "Anything. Any way you want. I just—fuck, it hurts. I need you. Please."
His hands settle gently on your thighs, but the touch burns through you like he slapped you. Eyes meeting yours in an imploring gaze, he speaks once more.
"I need you, angel."
You could never be cruel enough to deny your husband touch.
You can be cruel in other ways, though.
A quiet whimper slips out of Hiromi's mouth the moment the ball of your foot comes into contact with his clothed cock. You can feel it twitch through the thin sole of your shoes, but your focus is completely on his face as it twists in a kind of agonized pleasure.
Your right foot stays steady on his erection, but your left foot plants itself on his thigh, letting him feel the sharp prick of your heel against the firm muscle. A loud moan escapes him, and he's got your left foot in his hand before you can blink. He cradles your leg in both arms, letting your ankle rest on his shoulder as he turns his head to dust kisses all over your foot, ankle, and even your shoe itself.
He's moaning all the while. The noises are soft and almost wounded, like he's embarrassed to be getting off like this. You're in awe yourself. Hiromi's love of your high heels was never a secret, but you never thought he'd be here, humping the sole of your foot as he desperately chases after an orgasm.
It's heady, being able to reduce a man to this. Being able to bring out his baser wants and desires and letting him feel safe enough to express it all.
It's also incredibly hot. Watching the way he jumps every time you add just a bit more pressure to his cock has your heart racing again. If you weren't already soaked from Hiromi's tongue, you know you'd be dripping by now.
"You're so fucking sexy like this, y'know that?" you murmur, reaching forward to card a hand through his hair.
Oh.
His eyes fly open before snapping shut once more, hips faltering under your foot as he lets out a strangled sound. His hands tighten reflexively around your calf, his fingers dimpling the flesh as he holds on for dear life.
Cumming in your pants like a virgin isn't exactly an ego-boosting experience for anyone, but the giddy gleam in your eyes only adds salt to the bruises already forming.
"Don't…" he starts weakly.
"I didn't know you liked being praised," you tease.
"I'm not obligated to tell you every little thing that turns me on."
"Wrong. You're my husband. You're legally required to tell me every filthy thing that goes on in that head of yours."
That gets Hiromi to crack a smile. He laughs under his breath, a warm chuckle that's easily become your favorite sound in the world. The soles of his shoes squeak against the tile floor as he shifts closer once again, so he can rest his head in your lap. A look of pure contentment washes over his face as you start playing with his hair once more.
"We have fifteen minutes until Shimizu comes back from her break," you say casually.
He gives a noncommittal hum and nuzzles closer to you, seeking out your warmth.
"Wanna see how many times I can make you cum from now until then?"
"You're evil."
A pause.
"Yes, please."
all written content belongs to @cherrys-wrld. i do not own the original characters or the art used above. do not feed my work into ai, repost, translate, or copy it.
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perm taglist: @killakuna @fricks @lemonjuicie
jjk/higuruma taglist: @nyapinkypie @loverboykirstein @satorusrealm @sugurusbadhabit @suguruss1ut @imagineadream @uzugeto @hotties4gojo @clementinehatch @gyusheadphones @burpgod2rizzy @ksval-idk @mieleism @l0tusblu @bride0fchucky @ryosprincess @satorusdollie @venusins @mimiiis (ik you didn’t ask for a tag but i feel like you’ll like this :3)
WARNINGS: NSFW — smut; p in v sex, creampie, subby gojo (whimpering gojo again wohoo), pussywhipped!gojo, implied first time, praise, pillow under hips trick, slight overstim, shy nerd satoru, dirty talk, a little humor, slight playful r!jealousy.
A/N: like i did with frat!jo, this is my take on nerd!jo. might not be much different lmaoo. | artist: @/3vangel1ne_
the room was dim, just the soft blue glow from satoru’s monitor still on, in the corner because he’d forgotten to turn it off.
his glasses were slightly crooked, white hair a complete mess from your fingers earlier. you were already — obviously — naked under him, legs hooked loosely around his hips, still trying to catch your breath from the way he’d eaten you out like it was a final exam he refused to fail.
he’d been so nervous at first. fumbling with the condom wrapper, mumbling apologies when the lube bottle slipped from his long fingers and rolled under the bed. you’d laughed, kissed him stupid, told him to relax and to simply enjoy.
now?
now he was buried inside you, rolling his hips slowly in a way that made your toes curl against his lower back. every drag of his cock felt devastatingly good, like he’d mapped every sensitive inch of you.
“fuck—satoru-,” you gasped when he changed the angle just slightly, nudging that spongy spot that made you babble incoherent things.
he let out a shaky laugh against your throat. “y-yeah? there?”
you could only nod, nails digging into the backs of his shoulders.
then he did it.
without warning he reached over, grabbed the spare pillow beside your head, and— all while still fucking into you with that same maddening rhythm —slid it under your hips.
that new tilt changed everything.
your back arched involuntarily as the head of his cock pressed harder, deeper, right against that swollen, needy place inside. your next moan came out broken, voice breathy with pleasure.
“oh my god!—”
he moaned low in response, hips stuttering for half a second like your reaction had punched the air out of him.
“b-better?” he whispered, voice wrecked, pupils blown so wide you could barely see the baby blue in his eyes shielded by his crooked glasses.
you stared up at him, dazed, thighs trembling. “how—how the fuck do you even know that?”
satoru froze mid-thrust, and you felt his cock twitch hard inside you. it made you whimper a little.
“eh?” he asked, cheeks flushed red.
your walls tightened around him on purpose, watched his lashes flutter. “the pillow thing. with who, ‘toru? who did you do this with first? did you lie to me?-“
his face went scarlet from his neck to the tips of his ears even more. poor boy who swore you were his first hook up now was deemed a traitor.
“i—i didn’t—” he tried to hide against your shoulder but you grabbed his jaw, forced him to look at you.
“tell me.” you mumbled, pouting a little, moving your hips slightly.
he swallowed hard, cock pulsing so violently you felt it in your stomach, as he slowly began to rock his hips again, not fully on the rhythm of before.
“i… watched. a-a lot.” he stammered. then, he dropped his head on your shoulder as he began to lose his composture. “like. hours. a-and read- forums— damnit, re-reddit threads! reddit! descriptive ones! y-yeah, i-“
you giggled, arms around him again.
“you studied how to fuck me?”
he sounded like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
“i didn’t want to be bad,” he mumbled. “n-not for you. i- i just— made notes… oh, fuck” he cursed softly when you pressed him tighter against you.
“you're so cute" you smiled against his lips, rolling your hips up to meet his next thrust. “i bet you got hard even thinking about this"
“i- y-yeah, i did" he nodded, blue eyes glassy with pleasure, "a-and ‘m not sorry,” he panted, starting to move again faster , like your teasing had flipped a switch. “i jus' wanted to be good for you- oh my god”
"are you close, 'toru?" you whispered, nails softly raking down his back as he kept thrusting into you.
"yeah-" he nodded eagerly, breathing hard, "you're- just, ah, squeezin' me so good, shit, m'sorry, m'sorry-"
He loses rhythm for a second, hips jerking erratically before he finds it again—faster, deeper, pillow keeping you perfectly elevated so he can bully that spot over and over, making you moan alongside the creaks of the bed and the bedframe against the wall.
"sa-satoru!" you cried his name, back bowing, nails leaving red lines down his back as you clenched so tight he choked on a curse, feeling the first spasms of your orgasm.
“fuck—fuck, that’s it, that’s it—” he fucked you through it, pace turning sloppy, desperate. “i'm gonna come, baby, p-please-"
“yes—yes, inside, 'toru, please—”
his rhythm fractured; hips stuttering, thighs shaking, glasses sliding further down his sweaty nose. he looked and was wrecked. his hips kept jerking forward in tiny, helpless little thrusts like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, filling you up while he gasped your name over and over like a prayer.
“shit—shit, ‘m sorry—‘m still—still coming—”
you threaded your fingers through his white hair, tugging gently until he lifted his face. his glasses were completely fogged now. you kissed him slow and sweet, tasting salt and desperation on his tongue.
he whimpered into your mouth when you deliberately fluttered your walls around his oversensitive length.
“f-fuck—wait—wait, baby, ‘s too much—” he whined, but didn’t pull out. if anything, he sank a little deeper, like he couldn’t bear to leave.
you smiled against his lips. “you studied… just for me?”
he buried his burning face in your neck again, voice muffled and small. “i…made a whole google doc,” he admitted miserably. "cleared my browser history twice."
midnight phone sex with husband!nanami and he… cries?
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word count: approx 500
tags: phone sex, husband!nanami x fem!reader
other: this won the poll! i will be doing the other options that were on there soon as well🫰
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its 12:04 AM, and you find yourself being stirred awake by the bright light of your buzzing phone filling the room. you lazily reach for your phone, bringing it to your face, squinting.
“incoming call from Kento❤️”
you answer, a bit more alert now. he’s been away on business for the past week, and you’re slightly worried. you wouldn’t think he’d call this late unless something was wrong. “hello? is everything okay?”
you’re met with heavy breathing just for a moment, interrupted by the sound of a strangled “fuck.”
“uh, hello? what is going on?” you’re sat up, fully awake at this point. “uh- hey- hey baby… i just.. i’m sorry, i know it’s late… i-“
“dude. you need to tell me what the hell is going on.”
“i can’t- i miss you so fucking bad… i just need to hear your voice- just for a sec…”
you sigh, incredibly relieved. no, something wasn’t horribly wrong at all. he wasn’t in danger whatsoever. just horny and alone, apparently. you can’t help but laugh. “you scared me.”
“keep.. keep talking for me, baby…” you go from laughing to being surprisingly turned on from the desperation in his voice and the thought of him being so worked up in the middle of the night at the thought of you.
“are you- touching yourself too?” he mutters softly. you take that as an invitation, laying back down, and slowly sliding your hand into your underwear, dragging your fingers up and down your already wet self, making small circles every time you rub up from your entrance to your clit, just like kento does to you.
“yeah.. are you close?” you say, trying to keep your voice stable, despite the already dizzying speed your fingers are going against yourself. “shit- yeah.. yeah…”
on the other side of the phone, he’s there, in a lonely hotel bed fucking up into his fist, his hips snapping up fast enough to make his wrist ache. his eyes shut painfully tight, in an immense state of focus, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he desperately tries to imagine the way you would feel around him.
the tightness of your walls, your warm soft skin under his fingertips… he can’t. he needs you. not his hand. you. he breaks then, and you can hear it. “god..” he cries out loudly, before breaking down into small sobs.
you hear the wet sounds immediately stop, your hand now stops too. that same feeling of worry rising back up again. “hey.. hey what’s the matter? you crying?” you sit up, your tone gentle now, and your hand wringing in your lap, ignoring the eager pulse under your pants. “hello?” you can still hear his muffled sobs and whines of pure frustration.
“i’m sorry. i just can’t do this. i- i miss you so bad, everything about you... i need you.” you can’t help but smile, despite the sadness you feel for your poor kento, alone and crying purely because he misses you. “don’t cry, love. you’ll be home in a few days.”
“no…”
“wait, how come? did it get pushed longer?”
“no. i’m gonna leave early. i’ll be home tomorrow night.”
if i see one more person in THE SMUT TAGS complaining about there being too much smut in the fandom i will soon be (SWINGING STILL VERY ALIVE ON A TIRE SWING) from the big oak tree holy fucking moly
they complain about a lack of plot and romance, writers will then cater (because we just loooove sucking dick for free) and write romance and plot and the get the most bum engagement on said romance and plot because the folks are HORNY! and have watched so much 15second shortform brainrot on their dada baby boo whatever the fuck tiktok that their attention span can’t handle anything that doesn’t have a cumshot in the first 4 paragraphs
ೀ⋆｡˚࿔‧ husband!nanami comes home late from work and catches you touching yourself. ೀ⋆｡˚࿔‧
tags: voyuerism, husband!nanami x fem!reader, mutual masturbation
word count: 1k
other: okay this is my first time posting my writing so i thought i’d start out with a short one. i hope you like it💕
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your husband, kento nanami, usually gets home from work around 10:00 pm. this particular night, it’s 11:30, and you’re still waiting up for him. at this point, you’ve already made the decision to put your book down, switch off the bedside lamp, and lay down.
taking a deep breath and trying to get comfortable, you find yourself thinking of your husband, and you also notice your hand reaching into your pajama pants. you start rubbing furious circles into your clit at the thought of your husbands immaculate body hovering over yours, and you can’t help but let strangled moans escape your lips as you grip the sheets.
just then, click. the bedroom door opens. distracted by your impending orgasm, you don’t notice right away. once you do, your hand comes to a screeching halt. face red, heart pounding, your eyes meet with Kento’s. his face illuminated by the light pouring through the now opened bedroom door, which is soon shut before he walks towards the bed. he stands over you, one hand on his hip the other loosening his tie.
“keep going.”
taken aback, you stutter slightly before picking back up where you left off. a small gasp escapes you, and your climax seems to be coming faster this time, since your absolutely gorgeous and now undressing husband is right in front of you. he starts unbuttoning his shirt, and you once again, grip the sheets tightly as you quicken the pace of your fingers against yourself.
his eyes locked on you as he starts taking off his pants, painfully slow. you bite your lip in an attempt to hold back any noises while your legs start to shake and you can feel the heat rising in your lower stomach. kento’s pants are now on the floor, he’s standing in front of you in only his clearly tented boxers, he starts palming himself through them.
“fuck…” his voice is low and strangled now, and that alone is enough to throw you over the edge. your back is arching off the bed, your eyes still glued to him. a certain part of him that is. his hand is now in his boxers as he strokes himself to the sight of you finishing on your own hand, sprawled out on the bed in front of him.
it’s a sight he will never forget, and continue to replay in his mind forever. on business trips late at night in his hotel room, this particular sight is the one he decides will be his new go-to when he’s alone and in need of a orgasm. you finish, and immediately go limp on the bed, still slightly shaky, and your chest rises and falls rapidly.
Kento’s climax follows shortly after, and he kicks off his dirtied boxers before crawling over you, pulling your baggy teeshirt off immediately. “why didn’t you text me, baby? you know i’d have speeded home right away…”
he presses gentle, but wet kisses down your jaw and neck, which makes you shiver, as a hand holds your face, the other now working on getting your pajama pants and underwear off, which you help him with by lifting your hips. “i know how important work is. and i wasn’t like, dying. it just kind of happened. usually does when im alone and start thinking about you.”
he chuckles softly, kissing you on the mouth now. starting off gentle, but it gets deeper, fast. like he’s trying to touch every inch of your mouth with his tongue. he’s holding your face in place perfectly to reach his tongue as deeply into your mouth to as possible.
he was hovering over you, but he’s let himself fully relax on top of you now. you gasp at the feeling of his cock press into your clit. you move your hips up slightly, and holy shit. you could seriously come just from this.
you pull away from the kiss and catch your breath. “ken…” he looks into your eyes, waiting for a request. something about kento is that he will always take your requests, immediately. whether it’s sexual, or you ask him to get you a drink, or help with cooking. he will do it, no questions asked. “i-“ “what is it, baby?” he coos gently, still holding your face. “i need you… please.”
he immediately presses his lips back into yours, one hand leaving your face to line himself up with you before slowly moving in. you both pull away from the kiss at the same time to moan at the sensation. it’s been a while, you’ve both been so busy with work, and when he comes home late you’re usually already asleep.
it stings for a moment, while you adjust but once things pick up, and he starts moving his hips, pleasure floods over you, and him too. his head drops to your chest, propping himself up on his elbows. “fffuck…” his moans are gorgeous, and every time you hear one, you tighten around him, which causes him to moan more, which you appreciate. you have one hand on his shoulder, the other tangled in his beautiful blonde hair.
you feel the familiar feeling of the warmth blooming in your stomach, and your legs starting to shake. kento takes this as a sign to speed up, his hips now thrusting into yours at a brutal speed, his breath ragged and heavy, letting out those pretty moans you love every now and then. you’re tightening your grip on him now, trying not to cry out as you both finish beautifully in sync with each other.
the feeling of him emptying himself inside of you and filling you up is so amazing, there’s no words to describe the way it makes you feel. he fully collapses his weight onto you as he pulls out, and after his breath slows, he props himself back up to kiss you. on your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your collar bones, everything he can reach. “i love you so much..”
tags: shower sex, boyfriend!choso x fem reader, piv
word count: approx 800
other: thanks for the love on my nanami fic, i appreciate it greatly! im working on a slightly longer one right now, and this one’s been sitting in the drafts for a hot second, and i thought its a short fun one to post in the meantime!
enjoy! ;)
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after a long day at work, you stumble tiredly into your small apartment, hanging your coat and purse on the coat rack before continuing on. you find your sleeping boyfriend, choso, splayed out on the living room couch, bag of chips at his side, and the tv still blaring, some random romcom playing.
you smile to yourself before walking towards your bedroom, opening the door extra quiet as to not wake up your sleeping angel. you step into the bathroom, shutting, but not locking the door before peeling out of your uncomfortable work clothes and turning on the shower.
after the steam starts fogging up the mirror, you decide the waters at an acceptable temperature to step in. you immediately relax under the nice hot water, starting to wash your hair, eyes closed, water running down your face, body, and ears too, which blocks all the sound besides the shower running. blocks the sound of the bathroom door opening, too.
suddenly, the shower curtain pulls open. you shriek and open your eyes to see choso, naked, stepping into the shower with you. “ch-choso! fuck! you can’t just- you scared me..” he chuckles tiredly, throwing his hands up in a ‘i come in peace’ type manner, before stepping towards you and resting two hands on your waist, the water coming down on the both of you now.
you run your hands up his now slick chest, then wrap your arms around the back of his neck. “i thought you were asleep. you looked passed the hell out.” “i was, but then i heard the shower turn on.” he smiles. “so… the front door opening didn’t wake you, but the shower turning on did? why’s that?” you smirk at him as he thinks about it for a moment, before he finally comes up with an answer.
“well… the sound of the shower turning on gives me the assumption that you’re naked. so it woke me right up.” you smile and roll your eyes, running your hand through his now wet hair, tangling your hand in the back of it, and then moving your face up to his to kiss him. he immediately leans into it, moaning into your mouth and pulling you impossibly close, and you can feel his hardening cock start pressing up against your lower stomach, which shoots a spark of heat to your core.
he starts to deepen the kiss almost instantly, hungry and desperate. his hands run up and down your back, the warm water still running between you. he steps even closer, then moves his hips perfectly causing his cock to slide between your folds and up against your clit, causing you to pull away from the kiss briefly and gasp, which makes him smile, but he immediately pulls you back in. even tighter, pressing against you even closer.
his moans and whines fill the shower, the entire bathroom even. you move your hips against him desperately, legs shaking slightly as you hold him tighter. he takes that, and the small moans you’re letting out, as a go-ahead to finally push himself inside of you.
when he does, your head falls back, and you let out a long moan as he slowly slides into you. his head follows yours, now kissing and sucking at your neck, causing you to moan even more. he then starts a steady rhythm, thrusting into you, gently now, but it quickly turns harder, faster and rougher.
“ffuck.. baby…” his hands grip your hips tight, as his pound into you. “you feel so good, i- i’m close..” he whines before picking up the pace, the running water splashing between you with every thrust. his breath is getting heavy, and his moans are getting louder. you also feel your climax rising in your lower stomach, and he can tell immediately at the shaking of your legs and your eyes squeezing shut.
at that, he moves one hand from your hip to in between the two of you, rubbing quick, hard circles on your clit with his thumb. that’s all it takes to push you over, you tighten around him, as you do, you immediately feel the hot ropes of his cum cover your walls.
he slows his pace now, hips stuttering, holding you tighter than ever. “so good for me, every single time.” he pants, pulling out of you slowly with a whimper. he’s looking down at you now, hazy eyes, and a soft smile on his face. you move a hand to cup one side of his face, smiling now too.
“the waters gone cold…” he mutters, looking up at the shower head, slightly shivering now. you sigh, “i didn’t even get to finish washing my hair..” you pull away from him for a moment to switch the water off.
“sorry…”
“it’s okay. worth it.”
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