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𓂃 𓈒𓏸٠࣪⭑ pairing: toji zenin x f!reader
𓈒𓏸 synopsis: a disgrace born without cursed energy becomes the other zenin disgrace's servant, and is seen, known, and loved.
𓈒𓏸 tags: MDNI!!, 18+, non-canon compliant, zenin!toji, servant!reader, porn w so much plot, childhood ??s to lovers, heavy mentions/themes of misogyny, toji and reader r lonely, reader is kinda submissive most of the time, toji cries, use of titles (master), use of pet-names, a couple mentions of y/n, so much kissing, romantic ahh smut, toji is a lover, size kink if u close one eye, smut warnings under the tag!!
𓈒𓏸 authors note: ok so idk why this took me so damn long to write but i did it!!! started this in early feb when i took that poll and then literally couldn't finish it until today, soooo yay! i hope u guys enjoy, this is definitely my most plot heavy fic (which isn't really saying much, i just struggle writing plot sometimes), so i hope u guys enjoy. ugh i love toji so much i feel ridiculous. also didn't know how to end this so ig it's open ended. maybe i do a part 2?? idk what about but if y'all want one i'll do one! anywho enjoy and as always please tell me your thoughts :))
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cheek kisses . toji x f!reader : toji never gives you kisses on your cheeks
"why do you always kiss my lips?" you asked toji softly. you were fixing your hair when he came in and stole a kiss from your lips.
"hm?" he hummed.
"why do you always kiss my lips?" you asked again, turning to face him.
toji blinked. he was confused. you never brought up any complaints before. did you not like his kisses?
"do you not like when i kiss your lips?" he asked hesitantly. his hands found your hands and he pulled you closer. "i can stop if you don't."
you shook your head. "its not that. its just i kind of want you to kiss my cheek sometimes or my forehead. you always just dive right for my lips."
toji sighed. "are you complaining?" his grip on your waist tightened slightly.
you shook your head quickly. you pulled him closer and looked at him with panic. "no! im not. i love your kisses, dont ever stop, please. forget i said anything."
toji laughed at your panicked state. he brought his hands to your cheeks and squished them together till your lips formed a pout.
he pressed his lips to your pout and then let go of your cheeks.
"and what do i get if i start kissing your cheeks?" he asked with a smirk on his lips.
you glared at him and punched his chest. "why do you always need something in return? can't a girl just want her boyfriend to kiss her cheek?"
toji smiled. "nope. i'll always kiss your lips. cheek kisses are for teenage boys. im a man, doll."
you rolled your eyes and pushed him away. if he wanted to play like that then you would too.
"fine, i'll just ask gojo-"
lips landed on your cheek instantly. toji's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him. he pressed kiss after kiss on your cheek before moving to the other one and doing the same thing.
a laugh escaped your lips and you pulled away from him.
"i thought cheek kisses were for teenage boys."
toji looked at you with feigned confusion. "who said that?"
𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥!𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥
𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘷, 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦
The bathwater steamed around you, curling up toward the ceiling in ghostly spirals. You sank lower until the water in the basin reached just below your collarbones, heat wrapping around your body like a second skin. You could feel the dull ache deep in your belly — not sharp, just heavy, like a stone resting where it shouldn’t be. Familiar, annoying, and grounding in a way you hated.
Your period had started overnight. You knew the moment you woke — the telltale soreness in your hips, the sluggish weight behind your navel, the subtle throb that tugged at the edge of everything you felt. It wasn’t a bad day, not by your usual standards, but it was enough to make you retreat.
The bath helped. At least here, you could pretend you were something softer. That your body wasn’t fighting itself. That you weren’t this vulnerable thing made of blood and tenderness and fraying nerves.
You added lavender oil and just a few drops of something citrusy you found under the sink. The scent was calming — rich, floral, a little bitter. You liked it. It made you feel like you could finally breathe.
The water was tinted the faintest pink between your thighs. Not much. Barely anything. But you saw it.
You always saw it.
You shifted slightly, the heat soothing the soreness along your spine, your thighs parting just enough to let the water slip between. You let one hand rest on your stomach, fingers brushing over the subtle curve of it. There was something about this — the quiet, the heat, the press of your own touch — that made you ache in a different way. Not just the cramping. Not just discomfort.
Loneliness. Restlessness. Desire.
You didn’t always feel like this when you bled. Sometimes you just wanted to hide, wear thick sweaters and avoid mirrors. But today… today you craved softness. Warmth. You craved being wanted, even if only by yourself.
Your fingers drifted lower — just exploring at first, no real goal. Just skin against skin, heat against heat. Your breathing slowed. You brushed gently over your inner thigh, let your palm press flat just above the sore spot in your abdomen. The ache there was so deep it almost felt hollow. But below it… there was something else. A low, humming tension. Alive.
You slipped one hand lower, slowly, lazily, barely grazing the place that had begun to throb with a different kind of need. You sighed. Your hips shifted, knees sliding apart a little more beneath the water. You felt the start of something. A pulse. A promise.
And then—
Knock knock.
You froze.
„Y/N?”
Higuruma.
Your body went stiff under the water, caught somewhere between arousal and panic. Not panic, exactly — just the sharp embarrassment of being known too intimately.
He sounded close. You could picture him standing just outside the door in that damn jumper, barefoot, probably holding something on a tray. Probably smiling.
„I made you breakfast,” he said gently. „Thought maybe you’d want something warm.”
God, he was too good. Too sweet. It almost made it worse.
„I’m just… still in the bath,” you called out, trying to keep your voice steady, natural. You shifted again, covering yourself instinctively even though he couldn’t see.
„You okay?” he asked.
That question. Always that question. He said it like it mattered. Like the answer wasn’t just small talk.
„Yeah,” you said, quieter. „Just… crampy. Trying to soak it away.”
There was a pause. You could hear the faint creak of him leaning against the doorframe.
„Do you want company?”
Your stomach twisted.
Company.
Did you?
The image rose in your mind unbidden — him walking in, seeing the faint pink hue in the water, the flushed look on your face, the way your body ached with two kinds of need at once. You suddenly felt shy. Not modest — he’d seen you naked more times than you could count — but raw.
„I’m not exactly at my most… elegant,” you murmured.
He chuckled, and you could hear the smile in it. „You think I care about elegance?”
You bit the inside of your cheek. God, he had no idea how that disarmed you. How the way he said those things — like you were already enough, always — made you want to cry a little.
„I’m serious,” he said, voice softening. „I’ll only come in if you want me to.”
There was a silence. You felt it stretch between you two like a held breath. You could say no. You could stay here, let this ache stay yours alone. But you didn’t want that.
Not really.
„Yes,” you said quietly, before you could change your mind. „But… gently.”
The door creaked open a moment later.
Higuruma stepped inside the washrooms with bare feet and sleepy eyes, a tray in his hands with tea and what looked like a folded napkin hiding something warm. He placed it on the counter carefully, then turned to you.
And he didn’t flinch.
He didn’t hesitate.
He looked at you like you were beautiful, even with your hair damp and messy, even with the faint rosiness in the water, even with the tiredness around your eyes. That look alone made something twist inside you — not sharp, not shameful. Just intense.
„You look…” he began, then stopped — just smiled in that way he always did when he didn’t want to overwhelm you.
You felt yourself blush under the water, which was ridiculous, considering how often he’d seen you naked. But this was different. You weren’t at your best. Not glowing or playful or in control. You were tired and cramping and bleeding.
And still, his eyes softened as he looked at you — not flinching, not awkward. Just… present.
„Don’t,” I whispered. „Don’t say something sweet unless you really mean it.”
„I always mean it.”
He reached for the hem of his shirt and began pulling it up over his head.
Your breath caught.
He wasn’t getting in like that — not in jeans, not half-clothed. He was undressing. For you.
And gods, you loved the way he looked when he did it without hesitation. Slow, calm, confident — like there was nowhere else he wanted to be but here, with you. He peeled off the last of his clothes, folding them neatly before stepping closer to the basin.
You watched him through half-lidded eyes, trying not to flinch, trying not to hide. He didn’t look at the water like it bothered him. Didn’t glance down to see if it was pink. He just stepped in, one foot at a time, the water rippling outward, and settled behind you.
You sank forward a little instinctively, your spine brushing his chest as his legs bracketed yours. Your heart beat faster — not from nerves, exactly, but from the sudden intensity of it. The intimacy. His skin on yours. The way he held still for a second, just letting you adjust to the feeling of him wrapped around you.
„You okay?” he murmured, mouth close to your ear.
You nodded, but you couldn’t quite find your voice. You were warm all over — not just from the bath.
„I can feel how tense you are,” he whispered. „Let me take care of you.”
„I’m bleeding,” you said before you could stop yourself. The words came out too fast, too exposed. „It’s not exactly—”
„Y/N.” His voice was soft, but firm. He nuzzled just behind your ear, his hands sliding slowly, soothingly over your arms. „You think I care about that?”
You turned your head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes over your shoulder.
„They say it’s messy,” you said, barely above a whisper.
„So’s love,” he murmured back.
That did something to you.
Before you could respond, his hand slid down your belly under the water, gentle but intentional, stopping just above your navel. The heat of his palm was steady. Calming. You felt like you could melt into it.
„You’ve been holding tension here all day, haven’t you?” he asked.
„Mhm.”
„Let me feel you.”
He moved lower — slowly, reverently — until his fingers slipped between your legs. You inhaled sharply, not from pain, not even embarrassment anymore, but sheer overwhelmed want. He was touching you like you weren’t fragile, like you weren’t broken by this bleeding body, like you were still desirable — not in spite of it, but as you were.
„Still want this?” he asked softly, his voice a vibration against your back.
„Yes,” you breathed.
His fingers traced over your folds — gentle, unhurried, learning how you responded. The heat pulsed there now, alive, building in quiet waves. Your thighs parted slightly in the water, welcoming him in. Your head dropped back against his shoulder.
You whimpered as he found the place that ached for pressure, for rhythm. And he gave it — so delicately at first, just circling, coaxing you into opening up for him. His free hand came to your breast, cupping it under the water, his thumb brushing over your nipple. Your back arched.
„Hiro…”
„I’ve got you,” he whispered. „You feel so good like this. So soft, so warm.”
His words made you tremble. The shame that had clung to you earlier — the discomfort, the doubt — was dissolving with every stroke of his hand, every kiss he pressed to the curve of your shoulder.
You could feel the slickness between your legs growing slicker — water mixing with you, with him — and you didn’t care anymore. You didn’t want distance. You wanted him closer.
You twisted slightly in his arms, turning so you could see his face. Your lips found his, eager and searching, and he kissed you back with quiet hunger. His tongue swept into your mouth, deep and slow, and the hand between your legs didn’t stop — just moved faster, firmer now, matching the rhythm of your hips as you rocked against him.
„You’re close,” he murmured, forehead resting against yours.
You nodded, gasping. „Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
Your thighs tensed. Your body trembled. And then you were coming — quietly, completely — your moan lost in his mouth, your fingers digging into his forearm where it held you steady. You felt the pulse of it everywhere: deep in your belly, behind your knees, in your fingertips. Like warmth was blooming outward from the center of you.
You collapsed against him, panting, dazed.
He just held you. Kissed the side of your face. Whispered something soft you couldn’t even make out.
After a moment, you felt him shift behind you — his arousal pressing against your lower back.
And even though your body was still sensitive, still trembling, you turned in the water, straddling his lap, the heat of him pressed against your core.
„I want to make you feel good too,” you said, and the look he gave you in that moment — reverent, desperate — made your chest ache.
„You already do,” he breathed.
But he let you guide him anyway.
And as you sank onto him, water lapping between your bodies, the only thing you could feel anymore was connection — raw, real, grounding.
Even bleeding. Even messy.
He wanted you.
All of you.
And gods, you wanted him back.
He was warm and solid beneath you, his breath already coming faster as you settled into his lap. The water swirled around both of you, catching the rhythm of your bodies before you’d even moved. His hands came to your hips instinctively, gripping them like he needed grounding too.
You could feel how hard he was, pressing right where you needed him, and gods — even after everything, your body was ready. Open. Eager.
Still sensitive from his touch, you moved slowly, letting yourself slide down until you took him in fully.
You both gasped.
The stretch, the heat, the fullness — it was so much. Not painful, not even overwhelming — just right. Except…
A soft hiss escaped your lips — involuntary, sharp. The kind of sound you couldn’t hold back.
Higuruma froze instantly. „Did I hurt you?”
You shook my head against his neck, though your voice was quieter now. „No, just… a little sensitive. I’ve got my period, and…”
He let out a breath, one hand coming up to brush the wet hair from your cheek. „Okay. Then slow. Nice and slow, yeah?”
You nodded, grateful. His hands steadied you gently, and you took another breath, grounding yourself in him.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck for a long moment, just breathing him in. That scent — warm skin, bathwater, something uniquely him — made you dizzy.
He whispered your name like a prayer. His hands were trembling a little as they ran up and down your back, like he couldn’t believe this was real.
„You feel…” he started, but the words caught.
You knew what he meant.
You rolled your hips experimentally — slowly, carefully — and the sound that left his mouth was hungry. He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes fluttering shut, and you did it again, this time with a little more confidence.
The water rocked around you two with every movement, soft and rhythmic. You were still bleeding — you knew that — but it didn’t seem to matter. Not to him. Not to you. His hands found your breasts under the water, thumbs brushing over your nipples again, and the jolt of sensation sent a ripple down your spine.
„You’re beautiful like this,” he whispered. „So fucking beautiful.”
You whimpered against his lips as you began to move in earnest now, slow and fluid, letting your body take control. The friction was softer underwater but no less intense. Every thrust, every grind of your hips made you more aware of him, of how deep he was, how fully you were joined.
Your name fell from his lips again and again — like it was the only word he remembered — and it made something tighten in your chest. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream. You wanted to live in this moment forever.
You cupped his face in both hands, kissed him slow and deep, and whispered, „Do you feel how much I want you?”
„Yes,” he groaned. „Every inch of you. I want everything.”
You started to tremble again — not from orgasm yet, but from the sheer intensity of it all. His love. His body. His voice, murmuring filth and praise in your ear as you rode him, thighs flexing, his hands guiding you exactly where you needed.
„You’re doing so well,” he panted. „Let go for me, darling. Just feel.”
And you did.
You let go.
Your head fell back, mouth open, the cry leaving your throat completely unfiltered as you came again — harder this time. Your walls fluttered around him, and you felt the thick, perfect drag of him inside you as he thrust up once, twice, losing control.
He came with a hoarse sound that wasn’t quite a moan, wasn’t quite a growl — just raw need as he spilled inside you, pulling you down hard against him, holding you there as if to keep you fused.
You both stayed like that for a long moment — still joined, barely breathing, your bodies wet and tangled and spent.
You didn’t care about the water.
All you cared about was the way he was looking at you now — like you were soft and powerful and his, all at once.
„Still gross?” he asked, a lazy grin pulling at his lips.
You laughed — breathless, amazed. „No. Just a little in love.”
He kissed your cheek, then your collarbone, then the corner of your mouth.
„Me too,” he said. „All the time.”
And as the water began to cool and the world outside that tiny, steamy bathroom returned, your stayed in his arms.
Exactly as you were.
Exactly as he wanted you.
You two stepped out of the basin, wrapped in warmth — water, towels, and each other.
Higuruma handed you a towel without a word, but his eyes said everything. Tenderness. Wonder. Attention. Like he truly saw you — not just naked, not just desirable, but the whole of you: tired, softened, a little fragile.
You stood there for a moment in silence, the towel wrapped tightly around your body like it could shield you from something invisible. Higuruma was saying something — about tea, about making a fresh cup, about the bed being ready — but suddenly you couldn’t listen.
Not because you didn’t want to.
But because something caught in your throat.
And then it came.
Tears.
Quiet at first, almost unnoticed. One, then another. When you felt them sliding down your cheeks, you covered my face with your hands. You cried silently, your heart pounding like crazy, like shame was trying to rip you out of your own skin.
Higuruma was immediately at your side. He didn’t say anything for a moment — just placed his hands gently on your shoulders, then brushed a wet strand of hair off your forehead.
„Hey, hey, love…” he whispered. „What’s wrong?”
You shook your head, still hiding your face. „I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know. Hormones, probably. And you’re just so… so good to me that it hurts.” You paused because the tears came stronger again. You couldn’t stop them. „You always take care of me like this. Even when I’m… broken, sore, cranky. And I just cry like an idiot.”
Higuruma gently wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, steady and sure.
„Hey, don’t say that about yourself,” he whispered in your ear. „You have every right to feel everything. To break down. And when you cry, it just means you’re human, not some damn statue. And I love all of that.”
You clenched your fingers in his shirt, buried into him like a child.
„I don’t know what I’d do if you ever left me,” you murmured.
Higuruma pulled back slightly to look at you. There was no teasing in his eyes — just full focus and… something else. Something warm, deep, soft.
„Don’t even say that,” he said. „I’m not going anywhere. Even if you cry once a day and yell at me for making bad eggs.”
You laughed through your tears, awkwardly, with a loud sniff.
„The eggs were actually amazing,” you mumbled, pressing your forehead against his chest.
He kissed your wet hair. „Come on. Lie down. I’ll bring you something warm.”
Before you knew it, he’d wrapped you in his big sweater and helped you sit on the bed. Covered you with the duvet like it was armor, then slid in beside you, holding you like a cocoon.
You lay there with your cheek on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
You felt… safe.
Embarrassed, broken, rattled by a storm of hormones — but calm.
Because Higuruma was here.
And he loved you just like this.
for the king of curses, time is a cruel thing to him.
sukuna ryomen believed time is a construct, like everything in this world. such constructs don't matter to monsters like sukuna ryomen.
if you could even call him that. he had always tip-toed in the line between what is considered humans. that weird grayish area where the whites, blacks and many greys of the world mix together into nothing but a singular mess indescribable to the human eye. whether he was a human or monster didn't matter to him.
but it mattered for this.
sukuna had always known that human life was fickle and ephemeral. like flowers blooming in the spring only for them to be buried in the snow once again a few months later.
to him, time is limitless. he's seen a hundrend springs, and will live to see hundreds more.
but that wasn't the case with you.
you were a pretty little thing he had swooped from a village he crushed. that day, he didn't know what compelled him to pick you up. but he did.
a young sukuna threw your trembling form over his shoulders and took you with him back to his shrine.
he didn't know it then, but soon you would be the curse to haunt him. you were the salvation he used to pray for, yet the one dragged him down and made him unbearably soft. truly, what curse is worse then the curse of love?
sukuna believed himself to be a monster, and he believed that it made him above everything human. tears, sadness, anger, humor, anything tangibly human. yet, you never saw him as a monster.
to you, he was just a human, capable of being loved, deserved even.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥!𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴
𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮
𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘷, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹 (𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹
It was that night.
Not the first. But the first where you truly felt there was nothing left to hide. No shame, no should I, no lingering doubts. There was only you two — sweaty, starved for each other, your hearts beating in one frantic rhythm.
Nanami lay beneath you, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, lips parted. He looked at you like he couldn’t quite believe you were real. That you were the one above him — hair a mess, breasts rising and falling, breath hot and heavy against his throat.
You whispered sweet nothings into his ear, leaning down to catch his lower lip between your teeth.
He shivered.
You kissed him deeper, more confidently. You felt his hands tighten your my hips like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to hold you still or pull you further into him. Your body moved deliberately, sliding against him, feeling him grow even harder beneath the thin fabric. He was hot. Solid. Ready.
„Fuck… Y/N,” he groaned, as if your name was a spell he was destined to repeat in ecstasy.
Your fingers slid down his stomach, feeling the tension in every muscle under his skin. He was beautiful. Every inch of him reacted to you like music under a violinist’s touch. Your hand moved lower, over the fabric of his boxers, until you felt him — heavy, throbbing beneath you. Nanami let out a ragged breath, his hips lifting toward your touch unconsciously.
You smiled. And then you slid your hand beneath the fabric.
He was hard, hot, and impossibly smooth. Nanami cursed softly — incoherently — his eyes wide with something between awe and disbelief. You wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly at first, then with a little more certainty. You watched his breathing quicken, his eyes flutter closed, his whole body responding to your rhythm.
„I want you…” he murmured. „I want you so damn much.”
„Just a little longer,” you whispered, and slid down his body.
You kissed your way down his chest, then his stomach. When you reached his hips, you caught the waistband with your teeth. His hands twisted in the sheets. You tugged his boxers down slowly, savoring every second, until he was exposed — beautiful, hard, entirely yours.
You took him in your hand again, then your mouth, slow and intentional. Nanami let out a strangled growl, his head falling back, hips twitching, though he held himself still for you. You licked, kissed, teased him with your tongue from base to tip, until he trembled with every movement. You loved it. The way you could give him pleasure. The way, in that moment, he was only yours.
„Stop Y/N fuck, or I’ll—” he rasped. „If you keep going…”
You smiled with him still in your mouth, then climbed back up his body, feeling him rub against your thighs — wet, hot, ready. You were soaked already. Your whole body pulsed. You ached for him.
„I want you inside me,” you whispered in his ear.
„Fuck… yes.”
You sank down on him slowly, guiding him into you. You felt him stretch you open, inch by inch, muscles tightening around him — but there was no pain. Only tension. Blissful, electric tension. You took him in, completely, until he was buried deep.
You both froze like that, him inside you, you above him.
His hands cupped your breasts, harshly squeezing, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they stiffened. You moved my hips. Slowly. Again. And again. Until rhythm took over. Your bodies met with soft, wet sounds, your name tangled with his breath, your moans echoing in your ears like distant thunder.
You were close.
Every part of you tightened. His hands slid to your ass, helping you move faster, harder. You melted into one hot, endless wave. You felt everything twist into a single, perfect point.
„Kento…” you breathed. „Don’t stop…”
With every movement, it became harder to catch your breath. Nanami was thrusting up to meet you, deeper, harder. Your bodies collided with wet, rhythmic sounds, and you were so close. So damn close.
His fingers found your clit and began to circle it in time with the motion of your hips. Your nails dug into his shoulders.
„Don’t stop… don’t—” you moaned, feeling the wave building fast, unstoppable.
Nanami growled deeply, but then his hands gripped your hips firmly, and he propped himself up on his elbows.
„Wait, love… just for a second,” he said through gritted teeth, like every second without moving was a battle against instinct.
You blinked, surprised, panting. „What is it?”
„I want to see you. All of you. And… make sure you’re okay. That it’s not hurting…” His gaze held more than just lust — it was laced with tenderness, concern, like he was touching something sacred.
You smiled despite the trembling in your thighs. You leaned down and kissed him softly.
„I’m okay. It’s perfect. But… if you want to—”
You didn’t need to finish. Kento shifted carefully, helping you slide off his lap, and gently turned you onto your back. He settled between your thighs, bracing himself on his forearms. His hands found your face again — his thumb tracing over your cheek as if making sure you were really there, really his.
„Tell me if anything feels wrong,” he whispered.
You could only nod, breathless. „Yes.”
Then he pushed back inside you — deeply, with one smooth, fluid thrust. Your whole body responded — your arms tightened around him, your hips lifted toward him. He was in you, over you, completely — his hair brushing your cheek, his breath mingling with yours.
„Gosh…” he breathed, moving slowly, reverently. „You’re so beautiful…”
With every thrust, you got closer. You could feel yourself tightening around him, your body recognizing only one name, one shape, one rhythm — his.
Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist. Your nails bit into his back again, but he didn’t stop. He kissed you — your lips, your neck, your collarbone — between movements, as if he wanted to mark you from the inside out.
„Now… Kento… I—”
„I know. Together.” His forehead pressed to yours. „I want to with you…”
And then it hit. The wave crashing from somewhere deep inside. Your body broke open beneath him — you screamed his name, trembling, pulsing around him, and he thrust once more, deeply, hanging there on the edge.
His moan was low, rough, broken. His whole body went taut, then shook with mine. You felt him release inside you — giving me everything.
„I love you,” he said then. So simply. So naturally. As if it was the last truth that needed to be spoken.
And you knew that whatever was between you two… Was only just beginning.
Sugar daddy!Nanami x reader
Sugar daddy!Nanami who spoils you like crazy. Buys you anything you want despite the price. He doesn’t give a fuck if it cost milion, he just wants to see that pretty smile of yours.
Sugar daddy!Nanami who owns a huge company and often takes you to his office to "spend" time with you.
„F-fuck,” you gasped for air as his balls were hitting against your ass. His cock buried deep inside your creamy pussy.
Nanami had you bend over his desk. One hand on your mouth the other gripping your waist so tight you were sure there’ll be bruises.
„You— fuck , like that, huh?” He chuckled. „When I fuck you like this.”
You nodded. You couldn’t speak.
„Use your voice or I’ll make you,” he rasped firmly, voice deep while gripping your hair.
„Yes! Fuck, I love when daddy fucks me l-like a slut!”
„Thats what I thought,” he replied shortly, slapping your ass leaving a hand print on your skin.
Sugar daddy!Nanami who is still a respectful gentleman and always gives the best aftercare to his baby. Cleans you up, helps you dress and gives you the softest kiss on your cheeks and forehead while caressing your hair with one hand.
„You did so good for daddy,” he murmured tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. „You always do.”
Sugar daddy!Nanami who loves to take you on vacation to his house in Malaysia. He always takes you to the beach, buys you expensive drinks and ends your day in bed.
Sugar daddy!Nanami who is very smart. Whenever you need something or you have a question you comes to him — he’s like your walking encyclopedia.
„Something you want to know?” He asked once when he saw you frowning while reading something on your phone.
„How can I tell if a diamond is real or not? Is there a way to recognize it?” You asked, curious.
„Come here, I’ll show you.”
Sugar daddy!Nanami who owns three huge mansions, and one penthouse. You always get lost there because of how huge the place is.
Sugar daddy!Nanami who has jacuzzi in one of his mansions. He loves to relax there with you after a stressful day at work.
„They make me so fucking mad. They can’t do anything on their own,” he grunted while closing his eyes. „They keep calling me and calling, I cannot have a single day off.”
„Fire them,” you purred massaging his muscles.
He chuckled. „I wish I could, sweetheart. But someone needs to work for your new pair of shoes, huh?”
You rolled you eyes at him. „Isn’t your work enough?” You asked sitting on his lap under the water.
„You know my money is yours, right?”
You nodded.
He placed his hands on your waits and sucked on your left boob making you whimper. Your legs instinctively closed.
„…but others work for you too.”
His fingers found your wet folds under the water.
„Kento—" you gasped.
„Shh, keep quiet for me.”
He found your clit and circled his fingers just right. Made you but your lip so hard you thought it’ll bleed.
You started moving your hips, so desperate for him — for his cock.
„Tell me what you want?” He whispered into your ear.
„Fuck me, daddy. Please.”
„Thats what I thought. Good girl,” he slapped your bare ass and pushed his cock painfully slowly inside of you.
No matter how many times you two had sex you could never get used to his length and thickness. His tip kissed your cervix perfectly each time.
Sugar daddy!Nanami who takes you to his company parties, showing you off to others and enjoying how men get jealous of you.
Sugar daddy!Nanami who always buys you silk night gowns with matching pair of lingerie. He loves seeing you all dressed up for him each night. But mostly he enjoys ripping the lingerie off with his teeth, always apologizing that he’ll buy you new pair.
„I’ll buy you new pair tomorrow darling, but now spread your legs for me.”
Dilf!Toji (mid 40s) x reader (early 20s)
Dilf!Toji who wasn’t interested in you at first. He couldn’t care less about someone who was much younger than him
Dilf!Toji who started to see you in random places. Near his work, during a walk, in the supermarket, even after he walked his son to the kindergarten and you were there with your baby brother
Dilf!Toji who talked to you for the first time when one of the dads was bothering you when you were taking your brother back home.
„She’s too young for you dude,” Toji snorted towards the man while putting beanie on Megumis head.
„Mind your own business,” the guy replied clearly getting mad.
„Oh it is my business when you’re bothering underage girls while having a damn kid and a wife. Wouldn’t you want her to know?”
„I-it’s really fine,” you said quickly blushing slightly.
Toji gave you one look that shut you up. The weird guy walked away with his daughter muttering something to himself.
Dilf!Toji who gave you his number after that "just in case" something happens.
Dilf!Toji who texted you the same night asking if you want to take your brother sometimes to hang out with Megumi on the playground.
Dilf!Toji who wore his favorite cologne and new leather jacket trying to impress you despite his age (he wasn’t even that old — mid 40s — but he always says he’s so old that he has some grey hair already)
Dilf!Toji who smirked to himself when he saw you in that cute little dress you wore trying to hold himself back not to get bricked up
Dilf!Toji who couldn’t stop staring at you as you both sat on the bench watching the kids play
Dilf!Toji who was asking many questions just to see you smile
„So, you like icecream?” He asked and you nodded shyly.
„Do you study?”
„You like to work out sometimes?”
„What’s your middle name?”
„Do you have any other siblings?”
„You like candies?”
„Dogs or cats?”
Dilf!toji who called you 'sweetheart' and almost made you wet
Dilf!Toji who drove you and your baby brother home after the boys were done playing
Dilf!Toji who kissed your cheek and asked if he’ll see you again
„See you next time? But maybe without your brother?”
Dilf!Toji who had to drive home fast because the bulge in his pants was hurting him
Dilf!Toji who after put Megumi to sleep jerked himself off on the couch to the image of you in his head
Dilf!Toji who never came so hard in his life
Dilf!Toji who had a wet dream like a damn teenager about fucking you raw and woke up bricked up again