Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader
Scenario: Simon opens himself up to some physical intimacy, but it seems like even afterwards he still remains guarded and aloof
Note: Set in 2014
Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), SMUT SMUT SMUT, oral male receiving, mild angst, Simon being his usual guarded self, canon-typical swearing
Oh god. Fuckinghell. This was happening… Your fingers were so daintily plucking at his belt whilst soft lips pressed open-mouthed kisses against the shallow ‘V’ groves of his lower abdomen. With some assistance you tugged down his jeans and audibly gasped at the outline of his hard cock through his briefs. Simon tried to remain composed as her hot mouth skimmed over the fabric. “Fuck…” Grounding out your name between his grit teeth. Part of him wanted to beg and the other wanted to chastise for teasing him so cruelly.
A tug on his briefs allowed it to spring free causing yet another gasp to find your throat at the sight of his immense uncut cock. His glassy eyes trailed over your flushed features trying so desperately to decipher the look. “You’re huge~” Your voice was barely a whisper but it sent a deep shiver down his spine. There was this need that was building inside of him that he hadn’t felt for such a long time. Simon needed your touch. His cock cried and jumped for your attention.
“Babe, please…” Simon hiccupped out, hands gripping frantically at the material of the sofa cushions. For so long he had been so content with nothing or on the rare occasion his own touch. Simply resigning himself that was all that he was worth, but now with you knelt between his trembling knees. Fuck, he needed you on a deeper level than he had ever experienced. It was confusing, it was arousing but most of it it was fucking terrifying.
The sound of your breathy voice grounded him in that moment. “I got you.” It was sweet and intoxicating. His cock leaked unapologetically against his stomach and a moment later your soft hands wrapped around his cock making his strong hips shoot upwards from muscle memory, those same hands soothingly his hips back into a more relaxed position. “Let me take care of you…” Face beat red and knuckles pale white as his cock leaked and pulsed in the comfort of your fist.
Hardly able to make eye-contact as you worked diligently on his massaging his cock, using his own spend as some type of lube. Rolling back his skin your wet tongue wrapped and lapped at the head of his cock. A choked noise fell from his lips, heart racing in his full chest. Fuckin’ hell. It had been such a long time since he had been cared for so attentively and patiently. Don’t fucking cum right now. Don’t cry. Be a fucking man. He repeated those commands in his head. Christ, the second sunk more of his cock in your throat he practically had to scream those directions in his mind. Keep it together, solider.
“How long has it been, Simon?” His cock removed from your throat you was able to ask a question that lingered in your mind. It didn’t mean your hand stopped jerking his length playfully. “Too long.” Finally, his eyes reopened to find your own. His mouth hung open as you back onto his length. “Gonna be the death of me~” A little laugh around his cock only caused his hips to shoot up higher, maybe giving more of his cock than you were expecting as it followed by a guttural gag. Those dangerous eyes stayed focused on his face the entire time, gaging whether he was appreciating the act or not, it seemed like he was.
“B-babe… fuck… I can’t…” It was all too much. It had just been so long since he had felt this overwhelming pleasure. Typically, he wasn’t a giver or receiver. During a one-night stand Simon would just fuck them and leave, like agreed. No kissing. No head. Minimal touching. This was all entirely different and Simon was just wishing he had wanked in his bathroom before letting you put her lips on him. Rough fingers tangled in your tresses. Finally relinquishing all control over him, Simon began to bob your head up and down on his cock. Throat tight and loud, eyes watery and focused on solely him. “Won’t… last…” It was a warning, if you didn’t want a throat full of cum then back off now, but you stayed firmly between his knees, happily allowing him to use you for pleasure.
At his pinnacle you watched intently as his entirely body went rigid, pushing your head down on his cock and feeling his cum began to flood you throat. For the most part Simon was quiet whilst he climaxed, simply a few grunts and a breathy noise of relief at his end. “Good girl.” A snippet of praise that you had not been expecting. Internally preening at his words, carefully removing yourself from his rapidly deflating cock and wiping your wet mouth with the back of her hand. For a moment you knelt there, running your hands up and down his trembling thighs, rubbing small circles into his flesh hoping that you were giving him some type of comfort at his most vulnerable.
“Do you have any cloths?” The question was hushed as you pushed herself to be standing. In a sleepy drawl Simon explained where to find one. He hadn’t been expecting you to return with a glass of water and a damp cloth. Sinking back down to your knees you spent time cleaning his spent cock, removing his jeans and tugging his briefs back up. “You’re a good girl~” The praise was slurred on his sleepy tongue, eyes practically closed by this point but you accepted it all the same, beaming to yourself as you carefully folded his jeans into a neat square.
That next morning Simon came around to find out it wasn’t just some type of dream his lust-clouded him had made it. No, you were perfectly slotted into his side and his jeans were folded beside him like some present for him to find. In that late morning sunshine Simon allowed himself a few moments to just admire your seeping frame. Curled up into his side like some wonting animal craving love and attention. He took in every inch of your frame, admiring the bones of you but what amused him most of all was that you snored. “Watching me sleep?” A groggy morning voice questioned.
A chuckle rumbled in his throat. “Observing. Assessing.” He offered instead. “You make it sound odd.” Then stroking you hair soothingly. “Want a cuppa?” The question that every Brit wanted to be asked in the morning. You nodded frantically before being moved so delicately so that he could get up and work on that for them. “Milk? Sugar?” Your response of lots of both only made him smirk in response, pulling on his jeans and entering the kitchen.
How the fuck had this all happened? This hadn’t been in is life plans… No, he had envisioned a life of service. That was it. That was all he was good for. Simon was a good solider – No, he was a fantastic solider. He followed ordered well and did what needed to be done for the good of his people. A family, or… whatever you could be considered didn’t have a space in that plan or that future. It was too dangerous. Too many people around him had been hurt or killed because of him. He couldn’t do that to you too.
Tucked up into a comfortable little bundle you sipped at your tea and hummed happily. “I, um… was that okay last night?” Usually full of an unjustified confidence you sounded worried. His brows pinched before he gifted her a small nod. “More than okay.” He assured, not wanting you to think your technique wasn’t good, because fuck it was. “That’s good.” You took another sip of her tea and glanced in his direction again. “Because I’m not sure what you want… or what we’re doing here… like, I know what we are physically doing, but is it just physical or… I don’t know.” Then shaking your head.
Ah, you were feeling a bit uncertain about where they stood. “Without trying to sound like a prick…” Simon sat forward. “I don't think I have a good answer for you...” The other night he knew he didn’t like them blokes talking so vulgarly about you and having you sleep in his arms was… maybe better than getting head from you, but… it couldn’t change his stance on wanting to keep you safe over him being selfish. He could live without a partner, but he simply couldn’t live with her getting hurt, or worse because of him.
“I get that.” The answer came too quick from her, too scared to push him. Your smile was forced and you drunk your much too hot tea way too quickly. “I should probably get going.” Standing up and placing her empty mug down on the coffee table. “You don’t have to leave-“ “I actually have plans.” The words were like you was scolding a young boy and Simon practically recoiled from your snap. “Okay…” He conceded, standing and placing down his own mug. “Do you want a lift home?”
Responding quietly as you gathered together your things you replied. "I'll be fine." And then a moment later you were gone from his door. Fuck, he really had fucked that up, but... but maybe it was for the best. It was for your safety after all. He could live with feeling like a prick if it meant that you were alive and thriving elsewhere.
cw: NSFW 18+, MDNI, f!reader, no use of y/n, age gap, unprotected piv sex, creampie, fingering, oral sex f!receiving, swearing, reader wears make up, lazy & filthy writing
English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.
been thinking a lot about dbf!toji lately,
Toji has you pressed against the counter, his chest flush against your back, "Dirty fuckin' girl, feelin' me up when your dad was right there.. Y'wanted to get caught, is that it?..." one hand squeezes and palms at your tits while the other holds your jaw, turning your head to the side so he can plant a kiss on your parted lips. His eyes glint when you whimper as he pulls back from you, his thumb running over your lips messily.
"Couldn't help myself, Toji.. want you all the time, can't think of anything else." he groans at that, dropping his head to nuzzle his nose against your hair, "Don't say shit like that or I won't be able to hold myself back, honey.." he grinds himself against you, his eyes dropping to watch you push your ass back to him,
"Don't want you to.."
He curses under his breath as he lays a sharp slap on your bum, taking a step away from you right after, "Bend over, ass up." you immediately do as he says, bracing yourself on your forearms as you arch your back for him, giving him the perfect view of your panty clad pussy,
He bites back a grin as he kneads your ass under your skirt, his thumb running over your covered folds, "Yeah... just like that,"
It's not long before he has his pants and briefs bunched up at his ankles. He brings his hand up to his mouth to lick his ring and middle finger, and then he's holding your panties to the side, nudging your folds with his fingers before he's pushing them inside of you, moaning when your juices flow down his palm. "So fucking messy.."
You whimper and push your hips back against his hand, his palm meeting the swell of your ass in a lewd slap. He clicks his tongue, grabbing your hip to steady you, and resumes thrusting his fingers in and out of your pussy, making sure to crook his fingers juust right, smirking when you clutch the counter top, a sweet moan escaping your lips.
Toji almost gets hypnotized by the way his fingers get lost in your cunt, his mouth watering at the sight, and he sighs when he feels you squeeze around them. The hold on your hip softens, and his hand falls to his cock, jerking it in sync with his fingers, up and down, in and out.
He glances up at you, and grins when he sees how you stare wide-eyed at how he's stroking his cock slowly, gnawing at your lip. He seems to notice the uncertainty in your eyes because he chuckles, "Awh 's okay baby, you can take it f'r me right? You'll fucking take it c'mon.." he pulls his fingers out, smearing your wetness all over the head of his cock, and then grabs it by the base, tapping the tip over your folds two times for good measure. He's flicking your flowy skirt up, not wanting it to obscure his view, before he's pushing himself inside your pussy.
You immediately clench around the head of his cock, and he hisses lowly, pushing you flush against the counter with a hand on the arch of your back. You whimper, your cheek smushed against the cold surface, "Wait- fuck. Toji, it's too much-"
He clicks his tongue, his hand gliding up your back to hold the curve that connects your neck to your shoulder, slowly pulling you back into him, his cock sinking an inch deeper, "You asked for it- Christ- practically begged for it, and now it's too much? Don't be a brat, you've taken my cock before-"
He cooes, "Be good for me, and I swear I'll fuck you so good, baby, promise," you mewl but nod nonetheless, head dropping in between your arms, feeling toji push his cock inside you deeper, and fuck, you can feel the veins on the sides of his cock rub against your gummy walls-
He shudders when he buries himself to the hilt- and he stays there, grinding his hips up, huffing out a chuckle when you mewl, "Theere we go.. see? Wasn't so hard, was it?" the hand on your hip travels lower to nudge your ass cheek to the side, and he groans when he sees your pussy practically sucking him in when he pulls out slowly, "Oh God, baby.. this pussy's too fuckin' good t'me.. you're perfect,"
You moan, lifting your head to look at him over your shoulder, "It's all yours baby,"
He snarls, pulling you back against his cock hard, and your mouth drops open in a silent scream when he starts slamming his hips into you in an unforgiving pace, the fluttering of your walls around his cock making him groan deeply, his vision blurring for a second, "Fuck- my good girl, mine- say it."
"Mhhyes 'm fucking yours,"
"Say. it."
"M your slut!! Only yours- shit,"
Toji laughs breathlessly, "That's not what I said baby... Has your head gone all dumb, huh? You wanna be my slut?"
"Ye-esss pleaseplease, wan' it so bad,"
You suddenly claw at the hand that's holding your hip, and the rolls of his hips falter as he glances down at you, "What's wrong? Do you want to stop-" you shake your head quickly, "Don't you dare stop." you're nudging his hand again with your fingers, and he finally gets it, "You wanna hold my hand, baby?" you nod then, your eyes hazy, and sooo cockdrunk, that it makes his cock twitch. (you respond by tightening your pussy, hiding your grin with your hand when his breath hitches)
Toji's eyes roll back when he laces your fingers together, "Fuck." and it's as if a switch flipped in toji's mind because he's suddenly fucking into you with a newfound vigor. He's pushing his hips into you with reckless abandon, huffing out moans of his own "Ah shit- you're gonna make me cum, baby.. been hard for you all fuckin' day,"
Your eyes tear up at how good he's fucking you, your words coming out paired with uncontrollable moans "Cum in me, fucking do it inside, Toji, please-"
Toji grabs you by your arms, pulling your back against his chest as he continues pounding in you, and you nearly scream from the way his cock sinks deeper in your pussy from this position. He's thrusting up this time, kissing your cervix over and over and over.
He makes sure to drop his hand over your own again, clutching it tightly as he keeps driving his cock in and out of your drenched pussy, and you push your ass back on his cock involutarily, and he's fucking gone, "Shit-I'm cumming-"
You moan appreciatively when you feel his warm cum fill your pussy to the brim, and he's still thrusting his hips, pushing himself deeper, harder against you "Take it, fucking take it baby-h my God" Toji's thighs shake as he slows the rolls of his hips, and he's moaning lowly, shooting the last of his cum deep inside your cunt.
You shudder when he pulls himself out, trying hard to catch his breath, and you gasp as he turns you around, dropping to his knees a second later. He grabs your thighs and situates them over his shoulder, grunting when he bends his head down to lap at your pussy like a man starved.
You grab onto his hair immediately as you squirm, throwing your head back to moan at the ceiling. "Yesyesyes please-"
He taps your thigh and brings his hand up, palm outstreched, just as you glance down at him. You clutch his hand, and your heart flutters when he laces your fingers together once again. Toji stops his ministrations to lay a kiss on your knuckles, and you almost cry from the softness of it.
After that, nothing breaks his focus as he continues eating you out, his nose nudging your clit every time you roll your hips against his mouth, and you writhe, "Baby, please-" and he knew exactly what you needed because he brings his thumb up to the swollen bud, rubbing circles on it expertly, his mouth kissing and sucking at your folds, lapping at whatever you give him.
It's only when he pushes his tongue inside and curls it up that you cum. You shake and squirm and moan so loud that you're sure the neighbors would have heard. He doesn't stop rubbing your clit as you orgasm. In fact, he drums the rest of his fingers on it relentlessly, not stopping even when you're crying out, tears messing up your pretty make up. he pulls his mouth from you with a lewd pop, and he's panting- chin drenched with you and him combined.
He can't help himself when he bends down to give your pussy one, two more kisses. You squirm again and he chuckles, laying a soft slap on your thigh. "Good?" he asks,
You grin down at him, expression totally fucked out, and bring your arm up, throwing it over your face as you hide your mascara stained cheeks from his eyes, "Good."
━━☆⌒*. readers first time, soft/mean nanami, praise brainrot, very slight degradation (if you squint), pet names (good girl, princess, etc), slight corruption, fingering, needy reader, size kink, daddy kink, missionary, established relationship, possessive nami
A/N: idk I'm iffy posting this idk I think it could be better honestly but I hope you guys enjoy !!
You've never had a boyfriend. Or a real one at least until you met Nanami. So, all relationship-related things are new to you. Nanami didn't mind though, he didn't mind at all actually (he gets off to the thought of you only ever being with him) he also thinks it cute the way you react to him doing certain things.
Like the first time you spent the day with him and he was always giving you slight touches. His hands "accidentally" touched your hair, arms, and thighs. Nanami might've thought it was funny or cute the way you reacted to his slight touch but on the inside you were buring. Every slight touch he gave you, you were longing for him to touch you more.
Or when you stayed at this house for the first time and he was teasing you, by the time you two got to bed and he was holding you ever so close to him. You couldn't even sleep you were so hot and bothered, but how could you ask you lovely boyfriend that you wanna be touched in ways that you weren't entirely familiar with.
You've touched yourself plenty of times before (ofc) but you think you aren't doing it right so you never finished before. You and Nanami kiss all the time but you've never really done anything too sexual. The most you and Nanami have ever done is grind on each other until you come undone still dressed and out of breath. (Nanami never finishes that way, he either waits until he takes a shower or you go home so he can fuck his fist thinking about you.) You weren't sure how you were going to ask hell, you couldn't even look this man in his eyes when speaking. so how were you gonna tell him you wanted to be touched for real?
After some thinking, you finally get a little bit of courage to go find him so you can ask. You call out for Nanami, who is in the kitchen eating fruit out of the Tupperware.
"I'm in the kitchen baby"
You come around the corner slowly walking up to him. Now standing in front of Nanami looking at the floor waiting to pop the question but it seems that a cat caught your tongue. He looms over you with a confused look waiting to see what you're gonna ask him. You take a deep breath, looked up slightly at him, and opened your mouth...
"Nanami I wan you to touch me, like for real"
Nanami was taken aback at what you're asking for. He's always known what you wanted and it was only a matter of time before the moment arose or before you asked. He is actually relieved you asked, he loves you dearly and will never pressure you to move at a pace that was too fast for you but he couldn't keep fucking his fist at the thought of you he needed you. All of you.
"You do understand what you're asking me, princess?"
"Yes...I know, actually, never mind I'm sorry I asked just forget about it"
Nanami looked at the flushed and almost pouty look on your face..you were just so cute how could he say no to you. So, he picks you up over his shoulder and starts walking to the bedroom. His motions took you by surprise because he hasn't said anything, he just picked you up and started walking towards his room. He sits you on the bed and meets you with a dark lust-filled glint and lips in thin line.. then he starts to speak...
"Are you sure you wanna do this princess, your first time should be better than this."
you reply trying to look everywhere but him, just the way he is looking at you is turning you on. He grabs your face so you're making eye contact with him, you could see how serious he was about this. All he wanted to do was make sure his baby is sure this is something she wants to do.
"Baby I need you to answer me before i move forward"
"I'm sorry, y-yes this is what i wana do and you can always make it up to me at a different time"
Nanami's thin-lined lips curled into a devilish smirk
"Okay then baby start to take your clothes off for me"
You stand up and start to take your biker shorts off along with your panties. Slowly you moved up to your top, taking it off carefully trying not to mess up your hair and then your bra. You cover yourself a little shy about your figure, Nanami brings your hands down...
"Baby..Baby you are so pretty for me there is no reason to cover up, let me see you"
"nanami why are your clothes still on" You looked at him with a pout "They'll be off soon enough sweetie let's focus on you right now". He brings you back to the bed and takes are real good look at you, thinking about how much he is going to tease you for being so naughty but reward you for using your words knowing how shy you get.
"Look at you baby, so pretty for me. Everything about this body is beautiful princess"
You are beyond flushed now everything nanami is saying is going straight to your pussy. He watches you start to close your legs, watching you get all bothered by the sweet words he is praising you with.
"N-Nanami can you touch me now?"
Yep he is for sure about to tease you those words just sent him over the edge.
"Aw baby, where do you want me to touch" with a small grin as he starts kissing down your body.
"You want me here kiss...or here kiss....here kiss"
He was moving at a painfully slow pace and you can't take it anymore you want him to do something, anything at this point. Nanami is planning to drag this out for as long as possible, he can't wait to see you become undone around him.
While he kisses you as slow as ever you start to whine and pout its sounds like music to his ears. He loves the way you whine when you don't get what you want but he isn't doing anything until you direct him where to go.
"Nanami please"
"Please what princess, what do you need"
"I wan you down der"
"Oh down here at your pretty pussy baby" You close your legs and cover your face at his comment how can he say these things like its nothing. He spreads you open and stares, his mouth watering at how wet you are he just wants a taste. so he starts giving you kitten licks on your clit causing you to jump a little.
" I got you, princess, we are just gonna make it easier for me to fit inside you. Would you like that baby ?? Would you like Daddy to break this pretty pussy in??"
it was silent for a moment...
He thought he was an idiot. How could he call himself daddy he hasn't discussed anything like that with yo-
"Yes daddy" with most innocent look on your face
Nanami had to remember that it was your first time for a minute or else he would've fucked you right then and there.
"Oh princess you don't know what you do to me'' before he dives into your heat
You've never felt anything like this before. The sensation is all new to you so you try and cover your mouth so you don't seem like a moaning mess. Nanami sees and gives you light taps on your thigh to give you a warning to move your hands which you do with quickness.
"I wanna hear baby, I wanna hear how good you sound when i eat this sweet pussy."
after a couple minutes, he stops and you sit up slightly and give him a confused look. He didn't want you to cum yet he hasn't even tried to prep you with his fingers.
"I'm going to give you my fingers mama, so you a little prepped for me. is that okay ?''
out of breath still from Nanami eating you so good, you nod your head and watch Nanami slowly slide one finger up and down your soaked cunt. He finally pushes it inside you, it wasn't an entirely uncomfortable feeling but one you would have to get used to. He starts moving in and out of you at a decent pace.
"Good girl look at you so wet for Daddy, no one else can get you like this but me isn't that right princess ?" as he pressed another finger into you speeding up his pace now. You are now a moaning mess until Nanami came to a complete stop again and puts his other hand around your throat.
"Baby I know it feels good but when Daddy asks you a question it's good manners to answer princess okay?" Picking his fast pace back up listening to you whine. "No one can make you feel this good right princess"
"ahhhh~ no- no one can make me feel this good d-addy fuckkk~"
"There you go baby you sound so pretty for me, Im going to add one more finger do you think you can take it baby"
Slowly getting fucked out you slur out "Yes nami I can take it" with a sweet look. He plunges one more finger in and you start to feel your stomach get tight like you have to pee. You move your hand down to try and stop him.
"Mama move your hand, you said you could take it so take my fingers like a good girl''
Nanami can feel you tighten around his fingers he knows you are bout to cum and he of course isn't going to stop he wants you to ride that wave until you cum all over his fingers.
"daddy~ please i can't"
"Yes you can baby, cum for me be a good girl, and cum for Daddy"
Your hands immediately fly over his trying to stop him once again with your back arching off the bed.
"f-fuck daddyyyy, oh my godd"
"there you go princess cum so pretty for me, ride it out baby"
Bucking your hips into nanami's hand riding out you orgasm before he pulls his fingers out standing over top of you. Watching you let out soft moans and heavy breaths. He has turned his innocent girl into a fucked out slut, he is so proud that he is the one that makes you feel this good. That he is the only one that makes you feel this good. Nanami is possessive he doesn't really show it but seeing you like this in his bed is making it really hard for him to hold back .
"Are you okay baby? do you think you can keep going?"
You were taken out of your empty head and looked at Nanami opening your legs. "You are such a pretty slut for me baby oh, the prettiest slut for Daddy" as Nanami starts to take off his shirt and pants leaving him in only his boxers. You sit up on your elbows staring up at your boyfriend seeing him like he is turning you on again. You can feel yourself starting to get wet.
Nanami asks you again if you are okay to go again you tell him that you're ready causing him to drop his boxers immediately. You stare at his length for a good minute practically drooling over it. Also thinking how the fuck that is going to fit in you, it's so big. You started to get nervous but turned on thinking about how he is going to stretch you out so well.
"It's okay baby I'll be nice and gentle with you don't worry Daddy's got you'' leaning you back and spreading your legs. He lines up his tip with your drooling hole, slowly starting to push into you. You close your eyes and wait until he is halfway inside you quickly throwing your hands up gripping his cock and arms.
"you have to relax princess f-fuck"
You're trying to relax but you can feel nanami in your throat he is so big and he isn't even in you all the way, he is stretching you so perfectly you love it. You tap nanami and when he looks at you softly but full of lust you look away too shy now to ask him to start moving.
"What is it baby?? are you okay ?? does it hurt?? if it does we can always try another time" he says dropping the lustful look and now a look full of concern. You shake your head still looking away "No it doesn't hurt really. I was going to tell you, you could start moving"
He starts moving slowly trying to let you get comfortable with his dick inside you. Once you are you tell him he can speed up. Nanami pushes your legs to your head and starts slowly pounding his full length into you.
"Oh. my. god." You say with each of Nanami's thrusts. You're so full and stretched it feels so good. Nanami watches your eyes roll back, it makes him feral pounding you into the mattress over and over again.
"Such a g-good girl, taking my dick so good baby. You like when daddy fucks you like this, like the slut you are. hm, baby?"
You were too far gone already to even answer until you're met with a loud SMACK on your ass whining in pain, knowing Nanami wanted an answer. ''Yes daddy, I love when you fuck me like this fuck- ahhh~.
He has brought out such a slutty side of his babygirl watching you be consumed by pleasure. Feeling you grip around him so tightly, he could cum right now. Your bambi eyes are so clouded with lust. Your body reacting to him the way it does, it's all turning him on so much.
"daddy- daddy-daddyy"
"Yes baby"
You're a babbling mess moaning like a bitch in heat you can't even form proper sentences at this point. It all feels too good. The pleasure is too much you can't take it when he is abusing your cunt over and over again. You're whimper and whine in his arm squeezing him so good.
You reach your arm down to his lower abdomen placing your hand on his V-line trying to get him to slow down.
"daddyyy...no more, it's too much''
"Move your hand," Nanami says while looking at you with a deep glare coming to a complete stop."We aren't done until you cum on my dick princess, so move your hand before I move it for you" picking up his pace again. You move your hand from his abdomen back to his arms trying not to claw them up too much.
"No running puppy, no running.. f-fuckkk" grabbing your face so you can look at him and not look away. "I'm giving you what you asked me for, I'm touching you baby in allll the r-right places so, do me a favor and cum on this dick okay."
Placing his thumb on your clit moving in stern circular motions, causing you to scream out "DADDYYY~". It's too much, tears starting to roll down your face as you chase your high. Nanami kisses your tears away so softly like he isn't fucking your shit up.
"Baby you're so close I can f-feel you tightening so good around me, just a little more baby.. fuck just a little more and I'll take good care of you princess"
"daddy pls slow down, it's t'much daddy pls" placing your hands on his unconsciously. realizing what you've done and noticing nanami grabbed your hands, placing them over your head and keeping them there"
Speeding up his pace somehow faster than before. All you could do was moan and start to shake around him as you came. "daddy m'sorry- m'sorry"
"Baby all you have to do is do what you are told"
"m'sorry daddyyyy~" riding your orgasm out while he still fucks you at the same pace. "daddy pls pls pls no more ah~''
"I'm so close shit you're so tight baby where do you want me to cum ?"
'i-inside, i wan it inside pls daddyy"
Oh, how could he say no to those puppy eyes, quickening his pace as he spills into you with a couple more sloppy thrusts before pulling out. You whine feeling him leave from inside you missing the feeling of being full. Nanami leaves the room and brings back a warm towel to clean you up, knowing to be gentle with you because you are sensitive. He gets back in the bed and rolls you over so you're on top of him.
"Are you okay baby?? Was I too rough with you, I'm sorry. You looked so beautiful taking my cock baby, I almost really couldn't hold back" While rubbing up and down your spine to your ass. "I'm okay nami my legs might be sore later tho but I'm okay and thank you. I'm happy my first time was with you nami, you treat me so well" Nanami was touched he loves his pretty baby dearly, and there is nothing he won't do for you. He wants to give you the world, you are his everything and more.
Nanami's sweet strokes made you drift to sleep when he noticed he laughed a little and kissed your forehead. "Sweet dreams baby," he says before pulling the blanket up and drifting as well. ღ✧
We're getting back MHA Dabi's VA (Hiro Shimono) as Rindo Haitani again, bitches!!!
This man is too stylish for his own good!! Shares the same VA with Oikawa from Haikyuu, Jellal from Fairy Tail, Choso from JJK, Arima from Tokyo Ghoul, Hisoka from HxH.
Kakucho's finally getting animated!! And he's voiced by the same VA who voices Geten in MHA and Tooru Ishikawa in Horimiya.
Mochi is voiced by MHA's Endeavor!!!
Madarame is voiced by Kouki Uchiyama who also voices Shigaraki from MHA, Rin Itoshi from Blue Lock, Miyamura from Horimiya, Inumaki from JJK, Yamada from Loving Yamada at Lv999!, Ikuya from Free!, Tsukishima from Haikyuu and Soul from Soul Eater!!!
And Izana being a menace to society as always... And he's voiced by Nobunaga Shimazaki who also voices Haru from Free!, Yuki from Fruits Basket, Mahito from JJK, Sakurai from Kuroko No Basket, and Rintarou from Haikyuu.
✵ notes — took inspo from some requests! also inspired by that one batman vs superman scene in the tub :p
18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!
it was a secret. it had to be.
toji was not some movie star or billionaire. but he was an athlete. not just some athlete. the man was one of the best mma fighters of all time. he knew that and so did you. as many times as he wanted to show you off, you refused. rightfully so. how on earth could you deal with all the problems that could arise, especially with you still being in university, you did not have the time to deal with that.
yet you slipped up. after you published your story about toji, you received a job offer, and were no longer associated with sports journalism. it wasn’t your dream to be in sports anyways, you were glad to be done with it. you received a job at another news publication, and started in a new department, with new co-workers. that’s when you became careless.
toji was prepping for an upcoming fight. all the attention was focused on him and his opponent. yet he still wanted to take you out. it was normal for you both to go out together, no one really paid much attention. once in awhile a fan would come and ask him for an autograph or photo, which annoyed him but he did nonetheless. none of his fans really took notice of you waiting a few feet away.
so neither of you would know that you were being followed unintentionally. because someone did notice you. “why you were always next to the infamous fighter?” “who is she?” so they watched across the street.
watching when his lips devoured yours. watching toji park a distance away from the restaurant to satisfy a quick thirst before your reservation time. not knowing the unknown eyes that drank up the immoral scene. the way toji stood outside the car, and the beautiful women that laid across the backseat as he disappeared underneath her long dress. one of her legs swung over his clothed shoulder.
the faint sounds of moans were only known by the stranger that took one photo after another. the long lens only capturing figures. snapping more and more of tojis back as his muscles moved under the dress shirt as he made out with your hidden wet plushie pussy, lifting your dress up so only he can get a better look, which he always did, wanting to see the flutter of your wet hole as you came on his tongue. smiling as his thumb pulled at the hole to see your legs tremble and chest rise and fall as you bucked up for him.
“adorable, tiny baby hole,” he would mumble, your eyes rolling as he rubbed his thumb through the pretty mess. he helped you sit up after cleaning you with his tongue, groaning when he had to pull away, but coming up to capture your lips as your dress fell down, your hand reached for a tissue in the backseat as he kissed your cheek repeatedly. “love how you taste, can’t resist my pussy,” toji mumbled carelessly into your skin as you blushed, but still able to hold him back so you can wipe your juices from his chin and and nose. his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you out of the car.
your arm wrapped around his shoulders as his tongue devoured yours, once his face was all clean. unknown to the headlines that will soon be released.
he could not have enough of you. your moans as his salvia slid into your mouth. the whines for him to stop so you can go to dinner. his hand grabbing your ass under the dress as he slipped a finger between your folds to take one last taste. your face beating red as he pulled you into him, leaning down to kiss your neck. he was latched onto you. it was unlike anything. the toji fushiguro could not be this close with a women. impossible! he was too attached. what did she have over him??
yet what was that smile? his grin as he let the women fix his tie, her hair somehow perfect, even after she’d been devoured by the man. her dress covered her exposed skin, as it hugged her body perfectly. only toji took notice of the bruise on her thigh that was just barely revealed through the long slit on the side. yet his eyes…they remained on her face, winking when she looked back up at him, brushing down his jacket as he kissed her cheek.
the stranger in the distance watched as the fighter took hold of her hand as the two walked into the restaurant. later walking out with an arm around her waist as he pulled you closer to his body, not needing you to crane your neck, but him coming down to capture your lips again. kissing your cheek over and over until you reached the car as he let you circle around and kissed you again once the two of you were sat in, his hand slipping around the back of your neck, groaning into your lips as you let him drool into your lips filling you with warmth, before the two drove off. snap
careless.
“y/n! is that you! it’s you!” you looked over your shoulder to watch your friend rush over to you in the student lounge.
“bro stop yellin—“ you couldn’t get a word in before her phone was shoved in your face. you weren’t sure what you were looking at until you read the headline. you almost threw up—
“how many times have you guys done it? how long has this been going on—“ her words poured one after another. and she was not the only one. more people you’d talkin to once, but were somehow major fans of mma or toji, bombarded you. though your name wasn’t in the headlines, the blurred images were recognizable to people that knew you, especially those who had read your story a month or so ago about the athlete.
it only took a few hours for the news to get updated with your name now exposed. fuck me. to say that you were ripped apart was an understatement. paparazzi and fans tore bit by bit. a college junior with a popular and well known mma fighter toji fushiguro. were they dating or was she just shagging him for intel for her story? is she leaching off his success to make her career?
“sweetheart? hey it’s fine, don’t worry—“ toji spoke on the phone as he stepped out of the room. he’d been in press meetings all week for the upcoming fight.
“how can I not worry?! did you see the shit I sent you?” you were walking down the streets of tokyo, skipping your afternoon classes.
“it’s just some stupid articles, no one’s gonna take it seriously—“
“y/n!” you were suddenly stopped by three girls surrounding you, one recording you as another shot questions. “how do you feel about fushiguro-san’s past? he’s only using you! stop blackmailing him with your power—“
“ ‘scuse me,” you shoved past them, toji having overheard the entire thing.
“y/n, honey? ya still there?” you quickly turned the corner running into the train station.
“fucking piece of shit, fuck me—I don’t want this, I’m getting fucking dragged for doing a stupid story,” you stop for a moment, taking a deep breath. the emotions were suffocating, you were angry, upset, think think! what to do what to do—
“i’m coming to pick you up—“
“no,” you interject quickly. “don’t come,” toji was quiet. he could hear you breathing. “I need to go to work, i need to clarify…things,” you hang up.
“toji you alright, we needa wrap this meeting up—“
“make some calls,” sukuna raised a brow. toji turned around storming to his manager. “make some fucking calls and tell me who the fuck took those fucking photos!” toji threw his phone at sukuna who finally saw the trouble.
“fuck,” sukuna cursed, blood boiling, this was not the fucking time to have peoples attention away from the fight and doubting toji’s ability.
you wore sunglasses, as you sped into your building. you were overwhelmed, the eyes of your co workers were all on you as you maneuvered through the building, until you finally reached his office, knocking a little too frantically.
“l/n-san,” your boss nanami was not very surprised. nanami looked up watching you anxiously close the door before taking a seat in front of his desk.
“i have to clarify…things…” you started. first breaking down your relationship and job and so on.
“so in other words, you fell in love,” nanami’s words sent a flush as you looked up. concern for your job was written on your face. nanami sighed. “it’s not a crime to fall in love, especially when you’d gotten the job not knowing the outcome. you were given this job for your journalism ability and instincts, this… “scandal” does not erase that,” nanami reassures you, watching the way you still anticipate his next words.
“you can relax, your job is not on the line. however, I am worried about the publication of your story this week. though you’re not in the sports department, your name has been spreading everywhere. since you are an up and coming journalist, I cannot do much with covering your name, but I can keep your job safe. the rest is something you have to deal with,” nanami finally concludes.
“that’s more than enough, thank you so much nanami-san!” you thank him over and over.
at least your job was safe. but that’s for now. if you don’t get a handle on this, your career might be ruined because of your name.
you felt a buzz in your pocket, opening your phone to thousands of tags and comments, every social media was blowing up. a fucking headache honestly. you should stay away from toji, you cannot afford to be caught with him again, nor does he have time for that.
“what’re ya sayin, just come—“
“you said it yourself, the entire block is crowding your building, and if they’re not, then they’re across the street watching—“
“I’ll get you through—“
“I don’t want to be seen,” you huff, groaning into your hand. “just focus on your fight, i don’t want you to get distracted—“
“i’ll find the fuckin scumbag that took those photos,” your brows furrowed at his words.
“it’s not about the photographer, it’s already released, people have seen them. just let it die down,” you argue back.
“then come home,” toji snaps back. “stop hiding,”
“I’m at my apartment, I’m not hiding, I still live here too,” your blood was boiling. he understands, he knows this, so why is he acting like that?
“bullshit, you said it yerself, you don’t wanna be seen together—“
“because we’re being watched—!”
“who fucking cares, werent you planning on moving in too— they all know already, so just come—“ you hang up. “fuck!” toji tosses his phone.
“annoying dumb fucking stupid fighter,” you curse, why is this so fucking difficult?! your roommate soi, steps out of her room as she comes over to you.
“you alright?” she asks taking out some food.
“no, hate my life, hate all this, so stupid,” your face is smooshed on the counter, as you groan in frustration.
“i think it’ll all settle down by the end of the week,” soi tries to reassure you.
“ya think?” your head perks up. heart dropping at her body cringing. she’s lying.
one week later, and no goddamn change. no sorry, my apologies, it in fact got worse, because why wouldn’t it? all of toji’s past scandals were resurfaced, your face in his past fights were front pages as they tried to dissect your intentions and “unprofessional” behavior towards the fighter.
toji was pissed. of course at the paparazzi, but most importantly at you. his attention and anger all pouring onto you avoiding him like the plague in public. hang ups on the phone, messages telling him she saw him in front of her apartment. again and again and again. the only times he can see her is on the phone or now—
“sweetheart! stop acting like a fucking brat!” he shouts into the penthouse. door slamming shut as he storms further into the house, shoes tossed as he hears the water running. he doesn’t bother to knock as he swings the bathroom door open.
“finally come back? were ya just gonna sneak in grab sum things then leave like a fuckin slut?—“ you were in the bath, hugging your legs as your eyes glared up at him.
“someone threw coffee on me,” toji was silent. it was his lobby man that informed him you were back home. his blood was pumping, he’d ran out of promo video at the gym, sukuna screaming his head off for him to come back since the film crew had shown up to record him, but he drove off.
you sank down into the bath hugging your legs. you’d just finished work when you were walking to the train station to get home when someone came shouting at you and throwing the hot drink on you. screaming in the station was embarrassing in itself, but the coffee too, everyone was staring. luckily it wasn’t on your face, but your shoulder burned. you changed course, having enough of it and coming straight here.
“not sum slut,” you mumble averting your gaze to the tub, only to see a clothed leg step into the water. “huh—“ you look up to see him, fully dressed in his suit, step into the tub, grabbing your face.
“I’m sorry, pretty girl,” his lips were soft as you felt them press against yours. his lips like medicine as you feel him gently caress your cheek, only for his eyes to sink into yours. “don’t push me away,” his words went straight into your core. “I’ll fucking handle it—trust me,” he’s holding the sides of the tub as you hum nodding your head as you lean up for his lips.
“i trust you,” you chant, toji granting you his lips as he rolls his body between your legs. he pulls away for a moment, tossing his suit jacket on the ground and pulling his dress shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground. his grip tight returned on the tub behind your head your hands held his face keeping up with his lips.
he smiled as your tongue hung out for him, legs opening wider to press your naked body further into him. “missed my adorable girl,” he mumbles, devouring your face, snaking a hand between your bodies, spreading your pussy lips. “wanna cum on my fingers?” toji bites your neck as you moan, humping into his hand.
“i’m sorry,” your lips trembled as he sinks a finger between your legs, his brow furrowed as he looks down at you. your lips were pressed to his, somewhat feverish, as he tilted away from you.
“sorry?” toji was lost. his fingers remained inside you, only to have you whimper when he continued pumping. your lips fell open as he continued to pump your pretty pussy lips open. the water sloshing as his muscles flexed with each moan of your body. your nails dug into his shoulders as you squeezed around his fingers. tears prickling your eyes not from the pleasure but from something else…
“tojii,” your body was trembling as he kissed your neck. sighing as he felt you whine the more he rubbed your clit. “don’t…don’t leave me…” you’re quiet begging had the man freezing. your chest rising and falling as he slowly pulled back. brows creased as his eyes stared directly into yours.
“why would I leave you?” why would you think such a thing. your lips trembled as your fingers traced the scar on his lip. trying to stop your tears from slipping. his fingers felt so good inside you, his huge body looming over you felt so reassuring.
“they’re saying….a lot of stuff…” when have you ever gotten so insecure, of course his baby was vulnerable. but to have her this shaken up, really made his blood boil.
“it’s shit talk, don’t bother with it. I’m going to handle it, ‘kay?” his words had your lips tremble as his hand wrapped around your wrist, pressing his lips to your palm. “i would never leave my bratty puppy,” he tried to lighten the mood. seeing how his shit talk would only worry you, the best little secret he knew about you was his praising.
“came so fast right now, were you touching yerself when you were hidin from me?” toji rubbed your plush thighs as his lips latched onto your neck.
“i-i wasn’t,” you whimper, making the older man smile as he groaned pressing his bulge between your legs.
“you sure? i know when someone’s touched my pups pussy,” your skin burned as he chuckled. “can you be a good girl and help me out of this?” toji led your hand down to his waistband.
“why’d you get in the tub with your clothes?” you said, trying to suppress the heat from your cheeks. toji hummed as you unbuckled his belt pulling it off as he stood above you.
“cuz someone hurt you,” toji noticed the small pause in your movements, smiling. how adorable. you kept your cool, pulling his zipper down and doing your best to tug the wet material down his fit thighs. your pussy throbbed at the clear print of his cock seen through his white boxers.
“eyes up here,” toji tapped your cheek, your head snapped up, fuck me. he almost whimpered, simply at the sight of you completely naked on your knees in the bathtub, dried tears in your eyes. “can i fuck you?”
“mmm” you lean forward kissing the hairs that peaked out of his waistband.
“cuz yer rubbing your face all over my dick, I’m afraid—“
“you’re afraid?” you tease, drool staining his wet boxers. what a brat, he swore. your tongue flat on the head of his covered fat cock.
you missed him so much. it’s barely been a week, but you always want him. just him. no one else could ever compare to him. your fingers pushed up the leg hole just a bit, to reveal his cock head stuck to his upper thigh. you audibly whined, toji felt a buzz at the sudden rush of heat that overcame your cheeks.
“fuck baby, don’t,” toji was warning you. you knew the tone in his voice, he meant it. he did not want to deal with this side of you right now…yet that look. the bright shine in your eyes, the pout and drool on your plump lips, the slightly dazed look on your face.
“but…please,” your tongue was hanged out slightly. drool dripping down, as you pressed your cheek to his thigh. his stomach flexed feeling your hot breath fan against his wet cooling dick.
“don’t…” his jaw clenched. you always get like this. it was not surprising. you had no control when it came to your slight oral fixation. he’s realized their was a word for the way you always suck his cock. even after he’d cum, you still suckle on the tip or drool on his balls. the amount of times he’d have to cum until he’s forced to pull you off because the overstimulation was too much sometimes. he always needed to occupy you with his mouth, or fingers, or fuck you enough so you’re mind would go hazy.
right now though…he knew you couldn’t resist. though it’s been a week for him, it’s also been a week for you. his cock had not been properly pleased all week. his baby girl all wet and ready for him, but of course she wants something in her mouth right now.
“just a taste…” he gently pats your head, your pussy fluttering. he knew that was a lie. nonetheless you didn’t wait for his answer to take an “innocent” little lick. a wave of pleasure coursed through your body.
“okay, now—“ toji was ready to pull you away, until you latched onto his tip, sucking harshly. “fuck!” his hand held the back of your head as you whimpered and moaned, panting as you swallowed more and more. toji groaned as you pulled out his cock from the boxers and gave him some attention.
after awhile he had to do it. “that’s it pup, shit, cmon,” toji pulled you up, he had to quickly drop down to his knees and lift your legs up, not giving you a second to think before he pushed into you. your eyes nearly popped, he was resting his head on your shoulder for moment, god you were sucking him like crazy, he could feel his dick trembling in your hole.
“toji, ah, ‘s big,” you whimpered and whined, drooling as toji lifted his head, his eyes rolling as you squeezed him. god he missed you so much.
“such a fucking—brat,” he snapped his hips, picking up speed as you cried out, his babygirl was so good. your nails dig into his back as the water splashed onto the floor. your tits bouncing with every sharp snap as he bit and sucked every exposed part of your body.
“i’m sorry,” you kissed him, toji remembered you saying that earlier.
“why’re you sorry, ugh,” toji seemed to always get your real thoughts out when you were really fucked out.
“sorry for ah —hah being a brat,” your moans echoed through the huge bathroom. “I want you to win the fight…ahh,” your legs shook as your head went back, cumming around his relentless pace. “I’m sorry I was avoiding yo—ahh—“!
“don’t fucking apologize,” toji snapped, his grip on the tub had his veins bulging, his biceps flexing as he watched you whimper and moan underneath him, thrashing in the water as he fucked you some more. he wanted to see more. his arm wrapped around your body as he lifted you up to sit on the outside of the tub, kneeling on the side he opened your legs to see the pretty sight of the juices frothing at the base of his dick, sliding down his heavy sack.
“ya always take me in so well,” he rubbed your clit as he slowed his pace, so drunk on you he couldn’t stop. the slow reveal of his large thic cock, then disappearing back into your dripping warm pussy, the squelching of your juices as you whined.
“who cares about everyone else,” toji held your chin up. your eyes foggy. “doesn’t matter what everyone thinks, ugh—i love you.” his lips swallowed your cries as he picked up the pace. his large palm grabbing your tit as he fucked you with all his love, until his heavy balls finally emptied inside your warm walls. he groaned into your lips, milking the most of his hot white cum. his lips pressed against your own as he caught his breath.
your hand was deep in his hair, caressing his head as he drooled on your shoulder, rocking some more cum in before slowly pulling out enjoying the sight of his thick cum leaking down to your asshole.
“everyone thinks I’m using you, or that I’m too young for you…that you need someone smart…” you held his wrist that caressed your perky nipples. his eyes lift up, noticing the worried concern written all over. your pussy pulsing as more thic cum squeezed out as he massaged a palm on the inside of your thigh to keep your legs spread for his eyes.
“you are bossy, and can act like a brat,” he replies, your brows crease in annoyance,
“I’m not bossy, you’re just,” you scoff, “and I’m not a brat—ah,” you’re face beats red as toji flicks your clit. “don’t do tha—aht,” he gives it a harsher slap this time. your face bursts into deep red. he snickers as you try to close your legs, but accidentally slipping down into the bathtub, with a yelp knocking his legs as well as he fell. he quickly catches himself, looking down at you bursting out of the water.
“I almost drowned!” you cry dramatically. “i was abouta die.”
“smart isn’t the word…but yes dramatic,” toji continued, you huff pushing his chest back. he couldn’t stop laughing as he sat in front of you. The tub water was all over the ground as he filled it up again. “like I said.”
you looked up at him. “even if the whole world doesn’t understand…as long as we do, then that’s all that matters,” toji held your face gently.
after some more discussion, you finally allowed yourself to trust the fighter. you also decided that their was no point in hiding anymore. it was not liked by some. but others were just in shock. because who wouldn’t expected this scary huge man to actually be a sweetheart.
“my girlfriend did it for me,” toji answered the directors question. they were filming him in the gym as he trained for the upcoming fight. it also was the best place to fix all the misconceptions that were spreading around them.
the director and the crew were shocked. the cute little earring that toji had pierced a month ago on his right ear was revealed to have been done by you. not only that, but you had a matching one as well. toji has collected tattoos over the years and a recent one of a crescent moon over his heart was revealed to have been gotten because of a special person in his life.
“we’ve been dating for almost a year, she’s very private, so that photographer is a fucking bitch for taking those photos,” toji snapped, sukuna was behind the cameraman telling him to calm down. the director ran with how open toji was being. though he never went into detail about personal information about himself or you. that meant the most he talked about was how much he adores you.
new headlines took place, some twisted his words trying to read between the lines, while others believed the truth. but it still wasn’t enough. not until the day of the fight. everyone’s eyes were not only on the fighters, but the girl with a crescent moon necklace and wearing toji’s mma shorts cheering him on.
he reassured you over and over and you finally listened. because who cares? at the end of the day it’s only you and him. you sat beside his team instead of the usual seat beside the journalists.
your nerves were high, you were afraid this whole scandal deal distracted toji from his training. you were worried as you watched him in the ring. he was taking a lot of hits, your heart hammering as he continued to take the punches. your voice was numb in the loud audience that cheered for him.
your hands grasped at your jacket as you winced when he took a harder hit to the ribs. toji slumped over, coughing some blood, when the wind got knocked out of him. your eyes were wide with worry.
you were shouting nonstop. “toji! get up!” you were grasping the sides of your head as you watched him push back up, holding his side, his breathing was slightly off, but his eyes flickered to the side, noticing you’re worried expression.
your smile grew hundred fold when toji knocked his opponent. your cheers were ear piercing as you jumped on the seats as you celebrated with the whole team. toji’s undefeated streak! geto and gojo screaming along with you. journalists and cameramen flooded the ring as you continued cheering on top of the stadium seat. however your eyes caught the fighter pushing his way through the crowd.
he jumped out of the ring, ignoring the sharp pain all over his body, and instead made his goal you. he grabbed your waist, pulling you down as his lips crashed into yours. your entire body was leaning into him as your feet fell down, standing on your tippy toes as his lips devoured yours. audiences screamed as journalist surrounded.
you whined as his tongue played with yours, letting his hand travel down to get a handful of your ass. right on top of his name that was printed on the back. you moaned so quietly that only he could feel the vibrations, letting his tongue pull away, only to capture your lips again. your arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, until he winced.
“how’re you feeling?” you whispered, as he groaned, burying his face in the your neck. your arms securing around him brushing the sweaty mess of hair. she’s so warm. toji sighed, if only it was just them.
“so many people,” he complained, your hand combed through his hair. “hate the fuckin press.”
“then why’d you make a whole scene?” you mumble, trying to calm your heated face. only for him to come up and kiss your cheek, wrapping a secure arm around you. as he kissed your cheek again and again.
“so people can see I’m yours,” he winked, you cringe at the attention, hugging toji in embarrassment as he laughed, and pushed through the crowd. he answered some questions on the way, however you hung around answering some questions for him.
“were you confident about the match? any nerves?” someone asked.
“hard work pays off” his answers were so simple.
“he was very nervous. he always trains hard, but before matches he goes like crazy and is all jittery when he’s not at the gym,” you chime in brightly, the journalists all laughing, as toji looked at you with bewilderment. the journalists took complete advantage of you, and you were having a blast.
toji had to be stitched up, cuts on his face and ribs meant the journalists could go on and on and you were all laughing as he gave you multiple side eyes. of course journalists get along with each other.
On the return home, he was leaning completely into you. this had to be one of his most difficult matches in his professional career. he was so worn out, yet his hands could not stay off you.
“let me open you up till we get there,” toji was pulling at your shorts, slipping his hand into your panties.
“wait—dudeeee,” you gasp holding his wrist as he played with the slick that built up. his lips curling into a smirk as he sighed against your ear.
“what was this from? the make-out right now, or when my tongue was down your throat in front of all those people?” toji sent shivers running through your whole body. thighs squeezing only for him to lift your leg over his lap opening you up. “don’t be shy now,” his middle finger circled your clit as he licked your ear, earning a small whimper from you. so cute.
“could feel your lips begging me to give it to you. in front of the cameras?” you went red, he could always read your body better than you. his fingers opened your folds, going down to circle your tight little hole. “didn’t know my puppy was a dirty little brat, chatting with those fuckin journalists.” he pushed two fingers inside you, earning a moan. “now now, don’t want to bother the driver.” Luckily the screen was up but it wasn’t sound proof.
“stop teasing me. you’re so annoying,” you roll your shoulder making him huff, fingering you faster as you clawed his arm.
“stop fucking with me,” he groaned, “stay still,” he hummed as you squeezed around his long digits, as he curled them. “love you, love my pussy, lemme see,” man gets too drunk on your most intimate parts.
the moment you arrived at the penthouse, he pulled you into the bedroom, stripping your clothes as he devoured your pussy. his body was wincing as his tongue lapped and slobbered on your sopping pussy lips. his entire body making out with the heaven between your legs.
“we can do this tomorrow, you’re all patched—“
toji slapped your wet little pussy, earning a surprised moan. “what the fuck?” you gasp looking down at him, as he rubbed his fingers quickly seeing how wet your pussy is getting. his chin and lips were already drenched in your juices as he panted. he was purely going off adrenaline and lust.
“don’t care if I’m fuckin dyin, always gonna eat my puppy up,” toji was sucking all your worth as your back arched, nails digging through his scalp as the sounds of his lips echoed through the room as he pulled back after you came.
“so hard for ya sweetheart, mmmm” he smiled, “so pretty baby,” toji licked his lips as your legs shook from the aftershocks only for his palm to come down on your pussy.
“wait! ahh toji!” drool was slipping down your cheek as he had your pussy wiggling from his relentless slaps. “uhh gon..ahh cum!” you cried out, toji immediately moved up. his fingers slapping your clit, humming as your legs shook.
“yer gonna take me all like a good girl?” he stroked his heavy hanging dick. Kneeling up, his arms coming up to move his wet black hair out of his face letting you get a full view of his sculpted patched up chest, the sweat trickling down his dark happy trail, leading to his full balls hanging in anticipation, his dick too heavy to stand tall and slumping forward, grazing your pelvis. your cheeks blew red as you watched his cock twitch.
he noticed you catch your breath. your nipples brushed by his teeth and wet with his saliva from earlier when he was taking your clothes off. you threw your arm over your face, he was about to ruin you— “drenching the sheets too soon, sweetheart,” he slapped your pussy with his dick, licking his lips as you whimpered. his hand coming to push your legs up, spreading your hole for him.
“ugh wonder what—uh you’d be like if I didn’t stretch you out,” he groaned as he pushed in, his eyes rolling back for a moment. definitely the best feeling was entering his love after a long fight.
“ah ‘ts big—ahhh,” you grab at the sheets beside you as he holds your thighs up, crashing his hips into yours. he moans loudly, your eyes were shinning, he was so loud tonight.
“so fucking perfect, perfect love,” he snapped his hips faster, relishing in the lewd sounds of your pussy squelching. his lips crashed into yours. “wanted to fuck you right there ugh uh in front of everyone.” your jaw slacked at his pace and words.
“in the ring, ahh!” you added on, making toji groan deeply, driving his hips deeper only to hit your soft spot, sending your vision white.
“show em how good of girl you really are, not such a fucking brat?” toji groaned, slightly wincing as he continued his pace, feeling your walls squeeze him. your mind loosing grasp of his lust and your pleasure.
“d-don’t sa-ahy things like—“ you whine, tongue lulling out as toji licked it up, salvia running into your mouth as your tongues played, his hand pushing your thighs further up to your stomach as he slammed his hips into yours.
“ah fuck puppy, gonna gush on me?” toji dropped his head to your neck as he continued his pace only for his body to convulse, you were so close, yet toji was whimpering so gently into your neck.
“uh—‘oji?” your hand caressed the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. toji whimpered again, his pace slowing down. your concern grew as he panted against your neck.
“just a second pup,” he kissed your neck, his breath was heavy, your mind trying to clear up, trying to ignore the fat pulsing cock that was still intruding your insides. “gunno cum if you keep squeezin me,” toji rocked his hips, biting your shoulder only for you to finally realize what was happening.
“shit! your stitches opened,” you noticed the blood that soaked the bandages around his torso.
“ ‘is fine, give me a moment—ah pup don’t mov—shit,” toji groaned as you pushed his shoulder back, trying to be careful of his bruises and other cuts. he fell onto his back with a distressed face, you took a deep breath, lifting your body up.
“no, pup, keep me inside you,” toji begged, thrusting up, only for you to yelp, pushing down on his chest firmly and lifting up. a shiver went through your body as his fat cock slipped out of you. shuddering at the loss.
“what’re you doin—we didn’t fini—“ toji tried to pull you back onto him. your slippery folds rubbing against his drenched cock.
your hands stopped him. “you’re injured, don’t need you bleeding out as we’re fucking,” you scold him. toji groans as he tries to pull you back as you move off the bed.
“I needa be inside you, i won. lemme me feel you?” he grumbled, only for you to pull him up.
“then let me fix your stitches, and let’s change the bandages,” toji groans but ultimately listens since that would be the only way he’ll fuck you.
you slipped on a robe as you had him sit on the wide ledge seat against the windows in the bathroom. you handed him a towel to wipe himself only for him to roll his eyes. “leave it, wanna slip back into you easily.”
“animal,” you grumbled, trying to hide the heat it sent through your body. you carefully unwrapped his dirty bandages. he pushed his sweaty hair back as he watched you move around the bathroom, carefully examining the open cut. going back to wash your hands, toji puffs out his cheeks.
“you’re welcome,” you sarcastically say to his expression.
“gonna wear a little nurse outfit fer me?” he teased.
“ha ha,” you rolled your eyes with a smile, making toji smile. his insides filled with warmth as you tightened his stitches back. he’d wince every couple seconds. and you’d mumble a bunch of “sorry” “almost done”
“it’s fine,” toji leaned his head back against the window, eyes screwed shut. you were gentle wrapping the bandages around. he’d peak his eyes just to get a look at your focused expression, brows creased in concentration. so cute. you’d leave a delicate kiss on his stomach a few inches above the cut. toji looked away, trying to ignore the sudden warmth it sent to his face. his hand couldn’t help but come up to caress your cheek. your eyes flicked up to his face to see his soft expression.
“what?” you wrap a new bandage around his torso, while also cleaning his other wounds. rubbing some ointment on the bruises.
“nothin,” he lifts his arms up to help you. you sigh as you finish up, unbeknownst to his adoring thoughts. you wiped some sweat from your forehead.
“all good?” he asks, hands coming up under your robe to hold your waist. your hands fell on his shoulder, nodding as your hands caressed his tousled hair.
“don’t like seeing you hurt,” you mumble, toji smiles, leaning forward to kiss your sternum. his hand slipped to the back of your thigh to lift your legs onto his large thighs, letting your legs spread hovering over him.
“It is my job,” he smiles making you roll your eyes.
“ya I know,” he laughs, kissing the space between your tits again. his lips getting sloppier as he pushes the robe to allow him to suck your nipple. he allows himself to fall into his pain from the injuries as well as his heightened neediness, as he whined for you.
it was so incredibly rare to see how vulnerable he was being. half lidded eyes as his drool covered your tits as he sucked and bit letting his cock grow on his thigh, your sighs filling his ears. to hear his angels voice echo always had his blood rushing south.
“drip all over me puppy, please,” he groaned from the back of his throat as his cock bounced from the heaviness hanging between his open legs awaiting your pussy to leak onto him, “wanna fuck ya , feel you—uhh,” he latched onto your nipple again, whimpering when he felt your juices rub against his cock. “so full for ya—ugh, just like that—“ toji groaned as you stroked him some more rubbing him through your folds. you could feel how heavy and full his balls were making him whine some more.
he hung his tongue out, lapping at your nipple as he made eye contact, his cheeks were flushed a deep red. he was acting like a needy brat and you couldn’t help how much it was turning you on. you brushed the hair from his face, stroking his cock between your folds as he begged for more. yearned for more.
“wanna fill me up? huh?” you wanted to know how far he’ll beg.
“please, needa be inside you,” toji whined, biting your nipple as you rubbed his head in encouragement. “cmon pup, put me inside,” he drooled. you couldn’t get any words in, your face was too heated to reply to his submissiveness, so you obeyed his begs. slipping his heavy length inside your squelching hole.
“shit!! so warm,” his head falls back as you take the lead, careful of his injuries.
“uhh feels good—“ your head is back as he drinks up the lustful view of you bouncing on his dick. his grip is leaving bruises on your waist and thighs as his body shudders. he yanks the robe off, groaning as your tits bounce in his face.
“close puppy, uhh fuck—if ya keep lookin at me like that—‘m not gonna last—“ toji groans as you shiver above him, wanting so badly to cum with your lover. it was so rare to have him cum with you. you always lost to his stamina, but not now.
“cum inside me,” you moan into his lips. licking his tongue as he groaned so deeply.
“don’t say that y/n/n,” toji’s veins strain as he feels it coming. his abs clenching as his groans came from deep inside him.
“rub me, gonna do it for ya,” you whimper as you bring his fingers to your clit, letting him rub quick circles as your eyes roll back, shuddering as you let go, but he’s waiting. his hand slaps your clit repeatedly, your jaw dropped as a silent scream comes out as he rubs quick circles until your eyes fill with tears and you finally feel a rush. you squirt, toji shudders at the splash on his lower half, finally giving the last of his energy to thrust up into the gushing hole until he finally lets go with you.
“fhuck! ah shit—such a good girl, ugh fuck,” toji whimpers as his cum mixes with your mess as your nails dig into his shoulder. “ah sweetheart,” his lips latch onto your neck as you whine, shaking above him, letting him empty his fat balls, as he has you bounce until every drop is pulled out.
you’re panting holding his head against your chest as you slowly tried to catch your breath. with toji at his limit, you had to screw your head back fast. you could feel his body slumped on your chest as his arms lazily wrapped around your body for security. he sighed.
your body gently moves back, holding his face in your hands as he looked up at you with half lidded eyes. you brushed the hair from his face as he rubbed gentle circles on your waist. his lips were swollen, chest heaving, cheeks flushed a deep red. his eyes fluttered from the gentle feel for your hands on his face.
“wanna go again?” the man was funny. he could not go again, and yes you were sure.
“let’s clean up,” you laugh, he hums helping you get off him. he gives a small shudder at the juices that spill out. humming as you stand on shaky legs to turn the shower on. licking his lips at the mess that drips down your legs.
you help him in the shower, washing his hair and body as he sighs. he was beyond exhausted, and having you taking care of him was the only thing keeping him slightly awake.
“you feeling okay?” you were kneeling up on the bed as toji sat in front of you, drying his hair. a fresh bandage on him again.
he only hummed, he was tired. you gently turned his head, making him look up over his shoulder. his eyes were barely open, arm wrapping around your waist inside your robe as he fell on top of you.
“wait—lemme grab some clothes,” he doesn’t respond, only kicking his towel off the bed and wrapping his arms around your waist from the exposed open robe. his lips pressing lazily on your sternum until he rests his head above your breasts immediately sinking into a deep sleep.
there was no moving from this position.
you brushed his hair. the blankets enveloped the two of you as you fell asleep. unknown to the new headlines that would spread across the news. all along the lines about toji’s insane match, but also the sunshine of a girlfriend.
one fan even stating, “i couldn’t take my eyes off them! when they were whispering in the middle of the chaos, my heart was melting! that’s when I knew all the rumors were bs, because the two looked so in love!”
“the first time I’ve ever seen THE toji fushiguro simp for a lady!”
Tags; slowburn, eventual smut, eventual romance, contract marriage, lots of sexual tension, manipulative & womaniser sukuna, potential angst, mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of gambling, lots of flirting, fake relationship trope.
Word count; 12k
01. Chapter One.
Malevolent Casino - a brand easily recognised by the public. The rising popularity of this casino company is no secret to the world. And the way they’re topping the casino industry only adds to the wealth held by the man that possesses this establishment that’s tainted with the misery of others. Gambling– everyone loves to shun the topic of it out in the open, but when times are tough and a good rush of adrenaline is needed, guess where people drift towards?
Sukuna put out the light on his cigar as he gazed upon his company’s revenue from last year, printed out on the document he held up in his hand. The incredibly significant numbers put a smile to his face. Earning money off of the pathetic men and women that have crippling addictions - all of them being regulars at his facilities - there is no better source of income for a person like Sukuna than this.
an: ts is wackk!! I proofread this, though there may still be mistakes, I was exhausted y'all! AND this is long ovaa do bc it was idle in the drafts.
how long it's been since you and your boyfriend, satoru have had physical touch over the past years. a business trip which was expected to be short, yet took an entire 3 years.
neither did satoru expect this business trip to be elongated, though he recently got the date he was soon to return home, meeting his soon-to-be wife.
having been away for what felt like an eternity, he became aware of the feelings of not just being with you, but appreciating the time he's had with you. wondering every night if something terrible happened to you: getting into a car crash, randomly getting attacked by stray animals or just some astronomical type shit.
"I MISS YOU SO MUCHH!!" he would whine through the other line, swearing that he would quit his current job soon, if they were to ever have him on another extended work trip again.
he was over in Switzerland, interviewing and shadowing the CEO of the company, which he took office at.
though it's been what felt like centuries of not seeing satoru in-person, you've gotten used to seeing him through a screen, basically becoming second nature. "I got a surprise for you, angel!" he's all excited, tail wagging back and forth as a big grin appeared on his face through the phone.
"I shipped this package to you from overseas, it took about thirty-nine months to arrive, but it's the thought that counts!" the proudness in his tone as you hopped out of the bed to slip on your strawberry slippers; another item satoru got you for your birthday over the years.
your legs slowly made their way to the door as you began to unlock the two locks, though as soon as you got to the second lock open, the door flew open knocking you upside the head, "ouchhh! damn."
"SUPRISEE ANGELL!" satoru swept you up from your feet, into his lovingly embrace, his head buried into your neck as you felt his hot tears. "are you cryingg??!" you cautiously questioned, embracing gojo's hug, you missed him just as much as he missed you, or so you thought. he was definitely an odd-ball, you verily thought he would carry you to the nearest flat and fuck you on the spot.
"of course i'm crying! my boss basically had me living in europe, don't are you me!" he dramatically cried, hands never leaving your body. even when cooking him, his first meal made by you in three years. his personal favorite, paneer tikka. he loved that dish— didn't matter how many times you cooked it, he would still chow down.
his hands around your waist as you grabbed the skillet, "I love you so so sooo much y/n." his lips hovered over your ear, "oh really now?" you teased, making your way towards the sink with satoru still being overly clingy.
"you didn't miss me??" disbelief took over his face as he decided to play a him on you game by pressing your body against the kitchen counter.
"I mean, if I were you.. I would miss me." he devilishly spoke against your neck with your body being pinned between him and the counter.
"of course I missed you baby." you innocently smiled turning around, hugging him with your arms around his neck making his breathing to hitch. him being centimeters away from your lips as he spoke, "then act like it, or do I have to make you say it." he pouted, from which slightly sounded like a warning as he pressed a kiss against your lips. “I did say I missed you.” pecking kisses all over his face as he picked you up on top of the counter.
“no, tell me you missed me.” he spoke once more before licking a stripe down your neck, kissing along that same damp line of saliva.
“I missed you so much, gojo?” you questioningly said, pushing his head away for confirmation to be correct. though, he continued kissing further down your neck, slowly but surely making your stomach do summer-salts.
“you missed what exactly?” his tease lingered, now sucking a hardened nipple through your white tee, exposing the transparency of your areola through the cloth.
"I missed your face." you breathed out as his hands ventured down to your panties while he continued to suck through the fabric. "yeah? what else did you miss?" amusement conveyed through his tone. his hands finding each side of your underwear while delicately lifting each of your legs one by one, before sliding your panties off.
the warmth of his lips trailing down your torso, near your lower half as he stopped at your bellybutton. "you know what I miss?" he queried, hands spreading your thighs apart, revealing the glistening wetness of your cunt.
"what'd my baby miss?" a devilishly, but captivating grin loomed your gorgeous face making satoru weak in the knees. “you don't know how dangerous you really are." his face pressed into the fat of your thigh, memorizing that same sensation he felt years back.
pecking quick kisses alongside your parted thighs as he inched closer to your core, before skipping over her to kiss the other thigh. teasing you.. he missed how you used to beg for him, how your pussy clenched around nothing aching to be touched, all just for him.
"I know my sweet girl hasn't forgotten the word already." his lips just centimeters away from your cunt.
waiting over three years, had the biggest chokehold on you, which only made you yearn for more. "please?" you subconsciously grinned towards gojo’s mouth as the both of his thumbs parted your folds apart, feeling the breeze of air hit your bud.
"that's itt." he grinned before the heat of his tongue licked a stripe up your pussy.
"mmmh." a sensation in which you hadn't felt in literal years, having only you to please yourself, never being enough. his tongue found its way back to your sensitive clit, sucking with small nibbles as he inserted two fingers, angling them at that perfect spot inside you which hasn't been touched in so long.
"righttt there." the rush of pleasure came quickly, almost faster than any orgasm you've had. understanding that your body wanted his touch for so long.
his fingers still working at that sweet spot, walls fluttering around his fingers as he inserted a third. stretching your hole wider, in hopes of having his perfect cock-sleeve ready to milk his dick soon.
him groaning against your clit, sending small vibration waves down your core. "feels goodd, toru." the weight of pleasure rushing through you as satoru cleaned every bit of you with his tongue.
"this taste, I've waited so long for." moaning into your cunt as he continuously lapped up any missed juices. his eyes meeting your which were gracefully watching him devour your pussy as he grinned in satisfaction.
leaning upwards to meet your lips, tongue grazing along your teeth, signaling you to open up as his tongue intertwined with yours, saliva mixing once again as he pulled your hips to meet his. feeling his hardened bulge through the clothed trousers, grinding against your bare cunt as intertwining pleasure built up.
"I also missed being inside this pussy." solemn grace took over his tone. unbuckling the belt wrapped around his waist before pulling it loose— taking one of your manicured hands, making you fondle his crotch. "let'm know how much you missed him." eyes directing to his waist, business pants dangled below his abdomen, revealing his toned physique.
your fingers latched onto the edges of his pants and band together, pulling them down— his dick freely sprung out of his boxers, slapping against his lower stomach. the head swollen red with a vain traveling along the bottom of his dick.
"touch it." his slender hands reached over to yours as yours small hand wrapped around his dick, steadily pumping it in an up and down motion.
his hips began bucking into your hand every time it went down, "oooh fuckk, I missed this so much." his hand wrapped over yours as his fist tighten around your hand, making the grip tighter on his dick. "nnguhh y/nn."
his other hand held the back of your head, pulling it towards his as the both of your foreheads touched. satoru whined with his mouth agape, moaning nothing into the air. only low groans and whines as overflowing pre-cum leaked from the tip of his dick.
satoru's nasty ass moans, feeding into the pool of throbbing warmth within your core. "fuck, fuckk, fuuckk." a broken moan left his throat just before warm liquid spurted onto your tummy as his dick continued to twitch, spurting with more cum, yet still so hard.
"Ima need more than that tonight." his head rested on your shoulder, kissing your neck as his hands found a spot underneath your knee, widening them out while grinding his tip against your swollen clit.
"mmm, yea toru." you moaned as gojo slapped his tip onto your clit a couple times before sliding between your wet folds. "yeahh, you’re gonna cum on my dick, princess?" he slid between your folds once more before entering your tight hole.
"ooouh fuuck, you’re too tight." feeling the stretching burn from the new, but old sensation of being stretched out.
"d-damn toruu." you moaned out, as he filled your pussy whole with his dick. stroking that perfect spot which was untouched since the day gojo left.
thighs quaking with swelling pleasure carried from each thrust into your sweet spot. "ohh my—." he deepened his thrust, hitting the hilt of your insides. tummy bulging with satoru's shape, "mmm right here?" angling his hips as you pulsated around his dick.
"awwe, 3-9 times?" he teasingly whined into your ear, wanting to make up for lost time. gojo began drilling his dick into you as you tried holding yourself up with your elbows, with your ankles lying on each side of his shoulders.
breath hitching, mouth wide open chanting all types of curse words. "mmhhph, please please please." you breathlessly whined, throwing your head back as heat pooled to your cunt, which coated satoru's cock white. "missed this slutty pussy creaming all over my dick." he would groan into your ear, rubbing steady circles around your sensitive clit.
"just f-for you, toru." your hand pressed against his abdomen trying to make him slow down a bit. "don't be mean, I haven't been home in so long." home referring to inside you, speeding up the pads of his fingers working on your clit and devious strokes.
"sshitttt." seeing nothing by black and white as pleasure took over you, thighs instinctively closing, though gojo's large hands kept them open as he continued fucking you through your orgasm. "too much, h-hollon!" he then grinded against that sensitive spot once more while pressing down on your stomach.
"toru, toru, toruu!" screaming his name in hopes of him showing mercy on your poor cunt. "yeah? daddy's home." slamming into your sloppy pussy as you felt another racing orgasm approach. failing to grip the counters before creaming all over gojo's dick.
slowing down his beats, groaning, "that's it doll." as he grabbed your hips, flipping your body over. breast laying against the cold counter top while satoru played with your ass, watching it jiggle with each slap.
gripping each cheek before spreading them out, seeing how both your ass and cunt clench around nothing. "should I fuck my baby dumb tonight?" the teasing rhetorical question lingered as his dick found its place back inside you once more.
"ooouh yeah." bitting your lower lip while gojo's lanky fingers wrapped around your throat, creating a deeper arch as he pulled your body closer to his.
ass stinging from each thrust gojo hit, "my little pussy, missed me huh? so fuckin’ tight!" his alter ego slowly rose as he nibbled on the top of your neck. pounding into you, waist repeatedly hitting the edge of the counter, knowing you'll have a couple bruises for tomorrow. "f-fuckk yeah she did." struggling to speak with your throat being strained from gojo's hold.
“what a slutty cunt, angel." your pussy clench around his words, barely being able to hold yourself up as your arms trembled.
another wave of heat poured into your core, making your legs quiver uncontrollably as satoru licked a stripe up your neck. strokes never letting up but becoming more powerful, "cumminggg." incoherent babbles and moans left your throat as gojo bit into the flesh of your neck. "that's what I like to hear."
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. #yanixgojo #jujutsukaisen #daddyshome #gojousatoru #anime #gojostans
LMAOOO I JUST WANTED TO ADD THIS BC I WAS WEAK ASF.
Warnings - smut, 18+ only, soft ghost, handjob, fingering, praise, pet names, ghost is a service dom- fight with the wall
Word count - 2k
Tag list - @mykneeshurt @luminousbeings-crudematter
Simon’s routine is always the same. Wether that be deployed overseas in a third world country or tucked up and away in his detached domain by the edge of the woods.
He doesn’t embrace change, not in his civilian life, it’s where he holds control. Out in the field - he’s under someone else’s jurisdiction, held back by red tape, but when he’s on home soil; he can do as he pleases.
There’s no time constraint or life on the line back here, not for real, only in his head does that notion stick. Here in England, he’s as settled as he’s able, as content as he lets himself be. Before, there had been nothing to keep him coming home, no one waiting for the plane’s tires to hit the tarmac.
Now, he had you.
That inescapable pull in his chest, the lurch in his bloodstream when he sets eyes on you for the first time in what must have been months. Standing there, unassuming, unabashed; not concerned at all by the stares that follow Ghost as he nears closer, big hulking frame contorting to fit against you. Bent at the waist, crowded at the shoulders as he presses you into him, arms folded across your waist as the nose of his mask sifts through the hair draped over your neck. Needing to be closer. Needing to catch the scent of you again, because it’s all worn away by now.
The airport is too crowded, too much for him, you know the routine well enough now.
It’s been a long time since the first time.
There’s no need for prompts or suggestions, you hook your shoulder under the crook of his armpit and begin to tug him away, headed toward the revolving doors.
The sun blares, cresting over the skyline, bleeding through the clouds. You drive home, let your eyes flit to him once or twice, his palm is splayed over your thigh closest to him, but his grip is weak - his body is tired. It’s unsurprising, you can’t imagine it. The hours he puts in, fat pay check folded away in his breast pocket to show for it, you’re unsure how he survives it. How he manages to keep himself ticking over with the lacking sleep and constant reassurance that each day might be his last.
He’s strong on the outside. Has to be. Has always had to be. He’d told you himself. At least seven whiskeys too deep when he pulled up his sleeve to bare his heart; only then did you begin to fit the pieces together, little fragments you’d already picked apart finally meeting to create the final picture.
A gruesome image. Solemn. Lonely. Cruel.
You’d cried. Wiped the tears away with the back of your hand when he continued the story.
Stories. His childhood. His father. His family.
Everything made sense, in a way. The root cause for who he was now, what he’d grown up to be. It was never his fault. His past shaped him, like everything else in his life, it was unfair.
His formative years of growth and learning had been snatched away. Filled instead with broken teeth and lashings with his fathers belt.
While boys his age were learning to ride bikes, Simon was learning how to tie his shoelaces with one hand because his dad had shattered his wrist with a wooden bat; for the mere reasoning that Simon had asked him a question too early in the morning.
While you held onto the hope that the story would lighten, hoped he’d found something better and moved on to nicer places, wishing that up until now, he had at least had something he saw worth while sticking around for. You weren’t indulged.
He dropped the subject after that. Didn’t want to let up anymore, had caught himself slipping too much. Giving too much away. He slipped between your thighs instead. Whiskey on his tongue leaving you drunk and woozy, unable to query him anymore.
Simon catches on quick. He’s as sharp as a whip, something you can’t help but hate most of the time. His grip on your thigh tightens, a reassuring squeeze. He can hear the gears turning in your head, knows when you’re overthinking, you’re just so transparent to him these days. Not that you hide. You would never. Know you can’t.
You’ve given him everything you have to offer, there’s no more secrets for you to spill to him. Yet, you can’t be angry at him for keeping his to himself, cards close to his chest. It’s not the same. A dirty secret of yours, fucking a boy from your older brothers year at school while you were only sixteen - it’s not the same as him sharing his childhood traumas of broken bones and bloodstained pillows. Details of his past.
The things that keep him awake at night. It’s never the same. Will never be the same. So that’s why you don’t push, don’t want him to think that he owes you that much.
He knows you don’t care. In the best way. Simon knows that you’ll never pry or ask or get curious. It’s not in your nature. That’s exactly why you had clicked so well, because of your ability to put your complete trust in him despite not knowing him.
The stretch of your knowledge regarding the man you shared a life with went as far as his job and brief slip ups of his childhood.
No more. No less.
You would fill the gaps in between in due time - or maybe never at all.
It didn’t matter. You had fallen for the man you knew, not the boy he used to be.
Your eyes are on the road, but your mind is entirely on him. You lay a hand over his, fingers hooking around his, squeezing them.
“Nearly home now” You stay quiet, he grunts in response, a sound as if he didn’t quite hear you. It’s the familiarity of the routine.
A domestic warmth you can’t help but cling to, a returning home ritual; the drive home, good food, a shit film that never gets finished because Simon can’t bear to not be inside of you for another minute.
Without fail, it’s the same each time.
Tonight falls the same. He’s slumped into the sofa, big body barely able to fit comfortably, his thighs are spread and he strokes over your calves from where your feet sit in his lap. You’re stretched across most of the sofa, laid out, content with a belly full of takeaway and a heart full of something that holds semblance to that haunting four letter word.
It’s barely half an hour through the movie and he’s joined you in your position. Laid at your back, thick arm wrapping around your waist, coiled tight to his front, pressed together. Sharing heat. You could count down on your fingers how long it takes until his focus shifts, lips at your throat, teeth slanting a teasing bite over your jaw. Every fucking time. Without fail. It brings a smile to your lips. He’s jet lagged and behind on sleep, yet as insatiable as ever. Needing you closer. Never fucking close enough.
“Watch the film, Riley” you grit out in faux annoyance, and he knows it. That smirk against your skin, a bruise earned at your throat for your tone. It makes your toes curl. “Haven’t been listening since you switched the fuckin’ thing on” he’s still smirking, words growled into your shoulder as his hand slips from your waist, trailing lower. Thick fingers dipping below the waistband of your pjs, bare and scant of any more barriers keeping his flesh from yours. It’s skilled and second nature, the way he handles you. Knows just where to press his fingers to get you mewling and praising. Cooing his name back to him like it’s the only syllables you can utter anymore, too blissed out and thrown to the wind to care.
You press back into him. He’s hard at your lower back, you fight the urge to reach behind yourself and take him in your palm. Feel the slick heat of his cock press into your skin as you work him, thick and heavy in your grasp as he utters your name in your ear. You know from experience; he sees to you before he can even think of letting himself come undone, it’s unspoken, unlabelled. Yet you know better than to argue, it’s his service to you. A returning gift. You’ve told him hundreds of times just how much your own fingers or any toy doesn’t compare to the feeling of him. All of him. Yes, you miss Simon when he’s gone. The domestic reality of your life when he’s here, but fucking him doesn’t go a miss.
“Fuck- Simon” you’re gasping. Chest tight. You’re already soaking, slicking him up to his wrist as he curls two thick fingers into your cunt, a soppy mess greeting him in a way that tells him just how much you miss him. Miss this.
“Need you to come for me, doll” he seeks it, teeth worrying the skin of your throat, trailing to that spot behind your ear that he knows makes you fucking sob.
“Ah- t-there fuck” you whine, jerking, hips canting into the friction of his palm. You’re desperate, seeking the edge, needing him to fill that swelling void in your chest. Your reactions have him smirking against your skin, tongue lathing at that sweet spot where your neck meets your shoulder, teasing it till you cry for him to make you feel good.
A deep chuckle vibrates through his chest, rattling up your spine. “How can I say no to my girl? Look at you” his words slur, tone dipping low as he fucks you with his fingers. He presses the heel of his palm against your clit, adding pressure as his fingers curl and scissor inside of you. “You’re sweet when you’re sleepy, Simon” your voice is breathy, catching on the soft moans that leave your throat. He grumbles in response, presses his lips to your throat, teeth pinching the flesh. You cant your hips into his touch, savouring the friction, keening at the finality of the touch of his hand. He’s here. It’s him.
You clamp your hand around his wrist, following the motion as he rubs and circles, driving you closer and closer to that high you chase. “Fuck- Si” you huff, chest heavy, “I’m gonna cum” your mouth gapes and you throw your head back, giving Simon more access to your neck as his tongue and teeth worry the flesh. He’s sloppy, lips skating down your neck, but he doesn’t let up his pace. It quickens, in fact, fast flicks of his wrist as he presses his fingers against that plush-velvety spot deep inside you - one that he knows off-by-heart, that one place he reaches that’s guaranteed to plunge you into the white depths of bliss.
You clamp around his fingers, pussy tightening and fluttering as you cum, he slows his pace, plunging his fingers more languidly and deliberately to prolong the high as it washes over you. His other arm is under you, the crown of your head sat in the juncture of his elbow, he uses his spare hand to angle your neck toward him, connecting your lips in a sloppy kiss that’s all tongue and open mouthed panting.
He rides out your orgasm, smoothing his hand over your pussy, stroking against you until it’s too much, the threads of overstimulation weaving around you. You tell him as much and he smirks against your mouth, “too much” you whisper against his mouth, he stops his assault on your pussy but he traps you in a filthy kiss, making up for lost time he’d probably say.
When you finally manage to untangle yourself from Simon, he grumbles, words so slurred you can’t understand them. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, telling him you’ll get a drink and come straight back. Yet, when you return, a glass in each hand, a thumb of whiskey for him and a glass of wine for yourself.
He’s fast asleep. He’s drifted off somewhere pleasant, somewhere warm and familiar that cradles him into a comforting sense of safety. So you don’t disturb him, you crouch by his side and press your lips to the point of his nose. Watching the slopes of his face now soft and relaxed in sleep.
⎯⎯ ( 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 ) : Kento's favorite patient came to his office and he always looks forward to her visits, but she seems particularly down. Luckily Kento has the medicine just for her.
⎯⎯ ( 𝘾.𝙒. ) : Use of nicknames (love, angel mainly), reader has bad anxiety and hormones over all, public sex (in a patient room), Kento has been a little neglectful towards reader, angst to sex, heaaavyyy oral I mean Kento is literally obsessed, position switching (face sitting), reader has stretch marks n obviously black coded as well as thick coded, watersports (squirting), Kento is obsessed with reader, literally a filthy man
⎯⎯ ( 𝙒.𝘾. ) : 5,243
⎯⎯ ( 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 ) : This took TOO damn long n its not even properly proofread I am so srry . College is fr a bitch but I hope that this piece gets as much love as Aisle 7 <3
Will he be annoyed to see me?
The very first thought that ran through your head as you sat in your car that was parked outside the large, and seemingly never ending, white hospital. Why you were there was because your dear husband worked inside that very hospital, and due to your mood swings, you wanted to see him. In fact you felt a tingle in your chest at the idea of being able to visit him during work, but the lingering idea that he'd be annoyed with your presence sat foremost in your head.
Your hands gripped onto the steering wheel, contemplating whether or not to go back home. You did make it this far though, and it'd be a waste to turn back, plus you were already there. So you got out before regret started to take its toll on you, locking the doors to your cute little Infiniti Q60. You made your way to the wide automatic glass doors that opened to the front desk, two familiar faces sitting behind them.
”Evening, Mrs. Nanami. I'm assuming you're here for Kento,” spoke one of them. You approached the pristine desk, setting your purse atop. The woman had decently long brown hair, and noticeable bags under her eyes. In a friendly manner you smiled at how she spoke to you, feeling a little more at ease about your visit.
”Of course. Why else would I be here with this stomach of mine?” You referred to your baby bump that only seemed to grow bigger by the day. If you weren't so determined to see your husband then you definitely would've stayed home. Either way you were already at the hospital, so there was no turning back.
”I was just about to head up, so I'll walk you.”
”Thank you Shoko.” The woman moved from behind the desk and towards another set of double doors, waiting for you as you waddled your way over towards her. With your purse in tow you two traverse through the hallways painted in crisp white, doors leading to a multitude of operating rooms and technology you can never wrap your head around. Shoko guides you towards the elevators but it seemed to be taking a bit so you decided to make light conversation.
”Has he been stressing himself again?”
”You know how he is,” she starts with a heavy sigh. Here we go. ”Once he starts something he just has to finish it. Paperwork, diagnostics, pretty much anything that keeps 'im busy.”
Yup. That had Kento Nanami written all over it, certainly something your husband would do. He was a workaholic at heart, a trait he's never been able to get rid of since his high school days. In all the years you've known him he's been like that, even after the birth of your first daughter, in fact all that did was make him want to become a better doctor. ”Actually, 'm glad you came here, maybe you'll distract him before he starts downing coffee.”
You shared a laugh with the woman before responding to her. ”Don't know how much of a distraction I'll be. He hasn't.. well– actually, nevermind.”
”By all means, continue.” Now the brown haired female was looking at you. You chewed your lip as the words seem to bubble in your throat, but you're quick to swallow them.
”It's nothing, I'm fine.”
Shoko didn't want to press further so she just shrugged and you silently prayed a thank you because the conversation would've become awkward with the way you'd pour your heart out to the woman. Luckily the elevator finally came by then, so you stepped inside as she followed behind. Instinctively you pressed the fourth floor, the very floor where Kento's office was situated. It felt like muscle memory, being in the hospital and navigating it. Hell, you could walk around the whole facility by yourself and know exactly where you're going.
The quick elevator trip was quiet and the walk down the bright hallways was done in the same fashion, save for a few doctors that threw basic greetings your way. You knew a good amount of the staff thanks to your frequent visits, however usually you'd be here under a more positive premise.
Shoko guides you towards one of the many patient rooms, opening the door and moving to the side so you can enter the room. ”I'll let Nanami know you're here. Can't say it won't take a while though, so get comfortable.”
”I assumed as much. Thank you.”
The door closes and now you're alone. The room itself is nice, a counter on one end with cabinets above, and the other with a bed covered in a thin white sheet. The wall in front of you was covered in large windows, so it felt bigger than what it was on the inside, but in that same breath it felt as lonely as your household. You move towards the bed and sit yourself on it, placing your purse down and allowing yourself to get comfortable while being mindful of the prominent bump on your tummy. C'mon, move with mommy.
You somehow manage to get yourself comfortable, heels kicked off and forgotten on the linoleum floor so your feet can rest on the mattress. A huff of relief leaves your lips once your back is rested upon the slanted part of the hospital bed, allowing you to fully be situated so you can wait for your husband. Though nothing could've prepared you for how long it was going to take. Sure, you know Kento is always busy during these hours and you respected that, but a slither of you hoped he'd try to quicken things knowing you were there.
It took a good two hours of waiting until you heard a knock on the door. You had no idea when you fell asleep, but you started waking up again to give the person a response. ”Come in,” you project.
The door opens, revealing a tall man in a crisp white button up and black dress pants, blonde tufts partially framing his face. Your husband, Kento Nanami. You begin to move in order to sit up some more and give your husband a proper greeting, but before you know it he's quickly rushing to the bed and helping you lay back down comfortably.
”You should've told me you were coming to visit.” It's all he says, but it makes you happy to hear the worried tone in his voice nonetheless.
”If I did y'would've told me to stay home instead.” Kento had a look of hesitancy, and even bashfulness in his face since what you said was extremely true. Ever since you started to significantly show he advised you to take it easy and drive less since you have a history of getting stressed behind the wheel.
”Would you have stayed home if I told you to?”
”Hell no.”
Kento heaved a sigh as his eyes trailed down to your ever so swollen tummy. The way it protruded out with his child in there all over again, it's no wonder he wanted another so soon. You couldn't exactly say no to him either when you both promised to have at least two kids together, and now that you were on your second pregnancy, the excitement should at least be there. So why was the excitement not there in the first place?
”Shoko already told me you were two seconds from doing overtime again. What time was you expecting to be home?”
There was an obvious pause coming from your husband, awkwardness quickly taking over in the silence that filled the empty room. Your point was proven by the way Kento opted to simply not say a damn word, your stress levels already elevating since this topic was long overdue and you were tired of dancing around it for so long. Every time you tried to confront him about it, the conversation would be dismissed under the excuse of exhaustion and it’s over. But the whole reason why you came to see him in the first place was to convince the man to actually come home at a decent time.
It was then he finally decided to speak up. ”I was trying to get it done as soon as possible before y’started stressin’ yourself out, Love.” While he spoke he kept your gaze with his own, his hands being gentle in the way they rested on your stomach. His watch had brushed up against you occasionally as he began in a circular motion to ease your heightened emotions, and even though it worked temporarily you still didn’t entirely calm down. Just as you opened your mouth to say something, Kento was already speaking. ”Was getting up here a challenge? You know you shouldn’t be moving too much. What about your hormones–”
”Ken, I’m pregnant, not handicapped,” you sternly reminded him, taking the chance to also remove his hands from your body. In turn you grabbed his wrists, leaving him standing there with an expression that shifted to an obvious stupor. He knew he was to blame for the reason why you took the journey to see him during his grueling hours of work, and as much as you appreciated his care there wasn’t an ounce of you that wanted to hear it. It was then that you wanted him to understand why you felt the way you did, and to be quite frank if he wasn’t going to listen then the conversation would be entirely different. You know he loves you, and vice versa, but there’s an elephant in the room that needs to be addressed. ”I know how much you love your work baby, n’ I know you’re worried, but half the time it don’t feel like it. We don’t spend as much time together n’—”
Knock knock knock.
You don't even finish before Kento is moving towards the door to answer the person on the other side. You're left sitting on the bed with your legs dangling, mouth parted since you were mid-sentence. Can I not get my husband to myself no more? In your slowly building aggravation, you made out the voice on the other side to be a woman's, but with Kento's broad back you can't exactly see the other person, you just know you wanted them gone so you can finally tell him exactly how you felt. It's been what felt like months of you feeling like this, the shadow of loneliness finding its way to creep up on you in your home. Even with your little girl who can be a handful, there's an emptiness to your household.
”Sorry [ Name ],” Kento started as he approached you, placing his hands on either side of your body so that you're practically caged in his arms. ”You have my undivided attention. What's plaguing my wife?” It was now or never. But your confidence in telling him decreased at his words. The way he claims you as his wife and how close he was to your body. It reminded you of an intimacy that's been long forgotten.
”Ken, I know your work is important to you, but it feel like that's all you care about.”
You put your words in a blunt manner so the main cause of your stress and why you came to see him, but you didn't prepare for the way his face would show every bit of stunned on it. It didn't stop you, in fact it urged you on to continue. ”You could be home, but it doesn't feel like you're actually there, y'know? You work long ass hours then come home, say a few words 'nd go to bed. 'S been like this for the past few months.”
It felt satisfactory to get everything off your chest, you even heaved a little sigh due to your shortness of breath. You're too scared to look at your husband though, scared that what you'll face is something much harsher compared to the loving doctor you married. Did I sound ungrateful? Did I even make sense? You question your decision as the silence dragged on. Did I say something wrong?
”[Name], love, ” you hear his voice call out. Ever so smooth and gentle, that gravelly undertone making you want to look at him. But before you can do it yourself, his hand is reaching towards your face, cupping your cheek in a manner to get your attention. He tilts your head in his direction, and it only then makes you realize that Kento's face is so damn close to yours. You swear he can hear your heartbeat with how loud it sounds in your ears.
”Been doing this to my sweet wife for the past few months? Leaving her all alone 'n bothered, sweet thing I don't deserve you.” That name. He knew it was your favorite to hear.
Your eyes start watering subconsciously, you don't even realize it until Kento's finger is wiping away the tear that slides down your cheek, grazing upon your jutted out bottom lip that pouts at him. ”Y'missed me and I couldn't even tell. 'M so sorry baby. Don't cry, you know I love you.”
Fuck. You didn't want to cry, not like this. Your damn hormones were screwing you over, but to hear such three simple words that you've said all throughout your marriage had more tears coming down your face. Embarrassed, you look down again, but your husband doesn't allow it for long, tilting your head back up while his thumb rests on your lip.
”Can't leave my angel crying 'cause of me, tell me how you want to fix it.”
”Ken—” You're whining. You weren't supposed to whine, but you did. Not only did you mentally miss him, but you missed him physically too. You feel the fabric of his dress pants in between your thick thighs, keeping them apart even though you so badly wanted to close them tight.
”Tell me how you wanna fix it [Name]. I'll do whatever you want, I can't stand seeing my angel cry 'cause of me.”
His tone sounded so sweet again, even a little lower than before, but it still carried the same way through the air. You missed this part of him, all of him. You missed the long nights you'd spend of just loving on each other, pure and raw, drowned in one another. The way he'd take his time with you, waiting for your reaction to continue, you need that intimacy you had before, and you needed it bad.
”Kento.. all I want is your attention, your love. I just want you.”
”There's my girl. No more cryin' okay?”
You nodded to his sweet words like an obedient puppy, becoming subservient to the way you felt like you had his attention finally. Tears kept coming down your face still, but Kento was there to kiss them all away, just like he's gonna kiss any other pains and aches away from your body. It's his job after all, to fix any ailments and illnesses, especially for his wife.
You just need a little bit more love, that's all.
The blonde's kisses trail from your tear-stained cheeks to your pouty lips that he catches with his own. Immediately you whine at how much you missed having his mouth on yours, feeling yourself become like puddy when he begins guiding you to lay down on the hospital bed. It's then you're reminded where you are, and your kiss that lasted too long and too short ended.
”What– what if somebody comes in?”
You sounded exasperated even from such a short kiss when you and your husband have definitely done worse. You look so cute worrying and out of breath, he thinks to himself, but he can't get lost in the ocean of thoughts he has about you otherwise he'd be there staring at your pretty face for hours.
”Nobody is coming in any time soon, angel. I promise.” Even with his reassuring tone you still had your anxiety that you'd be caught being intimate in a public place, and as much as the risk had you rubbing your thighs together all over again, you also wanted to save yourself the embarrassment. ”How're you so sure?”
”I have the rest of the day off, [Name]. 'M all yours right now, jus' like you wanted me. I can't let my wife go untreated, can I?”
As much as you wanted to retort back with something, you responded with a small "no," and kept your silence. You finally have him to yourself. The idea of that alone leads to you initiating a fiery kiss, hands decorated with nails that are blue in color cupping your lover's face since now he was hovering above you. One knee was on your side supporting him on the bed, the other foot planted on the shiny floor as he kissed you with every bit of fiber in his body. God I missed you.
Your hands start sliding all over him, wanting to pry off that stupid button up the more his own large hands slide down your body towards your waist and tummy, one beginning to run circles around your womb area and it ignites all sorts of butterflies inside you. The way he can be so gentle and loving to your body always left you wanting more from him, and right now your mind was screaming at you to take this opportunity to love on your husband. Kento's hands continue moving south until they reach the hem of your decently long dress, pulling it up above your baby bump to reveal your cotton panties to him. So cute. The simple pair made you look all innocent even though he knew you were the opposite.
”Ken.. don't jus' stare.”
Your sweet sounding voice full of need urged him on, and along with your voice and body language he could tell you needed this badly. Don't worry, I got you baby. Prying a finger between the fabric and the side of your thigh where your stretch marks began forming, Kento tugged your panties off slowly, as if he was granting himself the blessing of revealing your semi-naked body to his eyes. He looked so sexy like this. Blonde tuffs framing his face messily, olive eyes staring at your now bare pussy. Just being under his gaze felt hot.
He tapped the side of your thigh to get your attention, noticing how you were drifting off. ”Spread your legs angel, keep 'em open nice 'n wide okay?”
Meekly you nod at his command, doing just as he said because you swear you can feel his breath fanning on your lower lips. All it does is make you want to feel more of that warmth tenfold and you'll lose yourself in raw need without it. Even though you so sweetly asked him not to stare, he can’t help it, the way you were literally oozing as soon as a long finger of his spread your cute lips open. Why couldn’t he go any faster? It’s like he was teasing you on purpose, but if only you understood why he was being so slow with you. His stressed out wife took the journey to see him at work, he has to treat her well or he deems himself unworthy of your care. After all, you’re carrying his child all over again.
Your lips had parted to voice your needs, but before you knew it you felt something hot and wet lick from your opening to your clit ever so agonizingly slow, lips closing on your protruding clit leaving such a long and satisfied sigh to leave your mouth. Your hand slowly made its way to his hair, only messing it up further as your fingers intertwined with his blonde strands. Kento can feel the way your body slowly starts to ease up and unravel with every slow, loving kiss he leaves on your little love button.
His sucking began to become more tenacious and eager, his eyes no longer locked with your pussy but now trailed up your half-exposed body to your lidded eyes that struggled to stay open. He couldn't blame you, after all you expressed how badly you missed him and what kind of husband would Kento Nanami be if he wasn't at his wife's beck and call?
”Baby..,” you moaned in such a darling-like manner. He knew he'd fall victim to whatever request you asked of him. ”More please…, I missed this.”
You're gonna be the death of him, he knows it, and yet he still complies and moves his tongue further down. Keeping a strong, sexy gaze locked on your eyes that peaked above your swollen stomach as he does so. You wanted to break eye contact as you felt your face heating up, as if he were a predator looking at his prey, but you felt his tongue probe at your entrance before entering you in full.
Your breath quicked feeling like the needs you repressed for so long were finally being met the more Kento’s tongue practically explored your insides with fervor. His hands maneuvered to your knees, only to spread them apart further as if he were granting himself more access to your hole. For a second his mouth pulled away, only to return to your clit that looked as if it were calling out to him. ”Y’know I missed you too right? I missed my pretty angel and I missed her pussy.”
”You’re so filthy”, you breathlessly commented, but it still filled you with emotions you haven’t felt in so long, and you were slowly becoming addicted to your husband all over again. The way you felt the vibrations from your aching core throughout the entire lower half of your body had your legs quivering like you wanted to close them, but Kento kept them nice and open to indulge in your flavor. He needed to show his wife how much he loved and appreciated her, how much he relished in the fact you were carrying his second child and enduring the pains all over again.
His right hand began making its way up your leg until his index and middle finger slid inside your sopping hole, the intrusion feeling a little awkward but you relaxed since he allowed you to get adjusted on his thick digits. ”Hohh, that feels good,” you absentmindedly mumbled, the small grip you had on his hair increasing once his fingers began pistoning in and out of your hole.
A feeling distant but familiar began building up within your lower abdomen once his fingers curled upwards, your hips slightly raising off the clean white mattress that began to become soaked in your essence. Kento had his eyes fixated on your body, watching every writhe and twitch.
You look so good like this. He wanted to see more, see the way you lose yourself on him again, see the way your lust for him grows after every orgasm. He needed it like the starved man he was. Your lips were babbling nonsense but the blonde simply blocked it out, hearing muffled ”not yet”s in between sugary moans.
You kept tugging on his hair to get the message across that you were about to cum, but your husband was already ahead of you. He knew. He always knew when you were about to give him your sweetest gift, it came with endless nights spent under his hold. Your thighs threatened to close around his head just to prolong the inevitable, squeezing so cutesy around his head as your whines just kept coming. His tongue felt so sticky and hot and good on your clit. Why was he so good at making you feel like this? Because a husband should know his wife and all her needs.
The bind in your core began to become detangled, feeling like a tight pressure was released as your nectar began coating Kento's fingers that continued to piston in and out of you and leak onto his chin. ”Kennnn,” you drag out through your high, grinding your hips on his face to ride out your climax. Feeling your body shudder less, his fingers finally pulled out your hole, leaving it fluttering so he couldn't help but coo at the sight. ”Get up f'me angel.”
Mindlessly you're doing as you're told, on trembling legs of course. It's been so long since you felt that good of a climax and the only thing on your mind was reaching it again. You watch your husband climb onto the bed in a lying position, making a "come here" motion with his index and middle finger so again you listen. You climbed on top of him until your naked sex is sitting on his clothed lower abdomen, juices staining the dressy material but that was the last thing on both of your minds.
”You know how this goes. Sit on my face.” As if it should've been obvious. You scoffed at the little smirk on his face, the one he usually gets when he knows full and damn well you get shy at the idea of making a throne out his face. Either way you listen because you've been deprived of this, and he knows that. Kento Nanami had always been a man of little words, so he let his actions convey how he really felt. This was his way of helping you release that pent up stress.
You scooch yourself up until you're just barely hovering above his collarbone, but Kento can't have that. You wanted him right? So why couldn't you let him please you like this? The very question had the blonde making his signature stoic face, that is until his hands reach to your thighs, trailing up the smooth skin he's traced without fail until he memorized your beautiful curves. His hands land on your ass, giving the flesh a tight squeeze before he's pulling your cunt on his lips once more. He could taste his own saliva on you, but in the mix of that is your sweetness as well.
Immediately you threw your head back once his tongue entered you, your hands scrambling to grab the railings on the side of the hospital bed. You were being so loud and your husband couldn't get enough of it. Kento knows he's filthy, in fact he's well aware, but it's worth it when you get like this over his obscene ways. Wet muscle leaving its imprint on your gummy insides, hands kneading at your thick flesh. This might just become his favorite thing to do.
Your pussy was still sensitive from your first orgasm, so the burning hot sensation in between your legs was practically screaming at you. Kento's tongue helped none at all and it was quickly becoming too much for you to handle, overwhelming your poor little brain past the point of stupid since you can't even remember the last time you felt pleasure this good in a while. Your knuckles turned a few shades lighter gripping on the sides, your teeth practically chewing your bottom lip as you tried to stay quiet but it felt so hard. Impossible even. Poor thing.
Tears flooded your eyes once his movements started getting more demanding, aggressive even. It was as if he was starved of a proper meal for weeks, consuming every bit of you. The droplets rolled down your cheeks right past your pouting lips. Kento had his eyes glued to your face, and upon seeing your tears his mouth finally pulled away from your sopping cunt.
”I thought I said no more cryin'?” His voice felt like a taunt almost, all sorts of rasp coming behind it. It only made you wanna fuck him more.
”Feels too good..!,” you respond as coherently as possible even though a finger of his was toying with your engorged clit again. He could never get enough of the way you lost yourself on top of him. It only made him wanna feed into your needs more if you were like this just because of his tongue.
Your mouth hung open looking down at him, watching the way he shamelessly kept eye contact with you while eating your cunt as if it were a full course meal, making out with your pussy in such a lewd and wet way it could've been porn worthy. The noises you made urged him on though, wanting to make you louder so nobody could bother him or interrupt your time. Kento refused to let this moment pass up where he has you to himself, soaking wet in between your thighs and singing a chorus of moans.
Fat tears kept rolling down your cheeks, feeling pushed past the brink of overstimulation since the fiery sensation in your stomach was too much. You couldn't even concentrate on the hand moving down to your dripping hole and pushing three fingers inside you. It made your thighs involuntarily close around his head in an attempt to get adjusted, but the doctor didn't give you no time at all.
”This the only time I wanna see you cryin' f'me, okay darling?”
All you can do is nod helplessly, hips instinctively rolling against whatever's giving you the most pleasure, that being his face. Fuck he loved the way you used him to get off like he was nothing but your little sex doll. If this was the only way you'd give him attention he'd be satisfied, you were sometimes too good to be true. Soft sounds filling his ears, the wet squelches of his fingers moving in and out of your hole. You were truly beautiful like this.
”Ken..— Ken! 'M about to cum again, fuck.” You're helpless like this, rendered a babbling angel. His eagerness showed once you finished getting out whatever you were gonna say, a hum that vibrated through your lower being telling you enough that your husband was gonna help you reach another climax. I got you baby.
The fingers inside you curled just a little bit, and it was the sweet pressure you needed to send you over the edge and more. A long drawn out whine left your throat as your gates flooded open. Beads of cum stained Kento's face and clear liquid getting damn near everywhere. He made sure to have his mouth practically latched onto you since he just couldn't let whatever you gave him go to waste. He has to appreciate every last bit of you.
Rendered breathless, you use your hand to push on his forehead to get him to stop, chest heaving as you peek from your belly to get a better look at him. His blonde hair was all sprawled out against the once clean white sheets, eyes blown with every drop of lust imaginable. Seeing him like this reminded you just how sexy he can be. Beneath you, a man with no sense of control around you, all he can do is stare at your face looking like a deer mesmerized by headlights.
You're giggling at the sight as you lift yourself up, him helping you by guiding your hips until you're sitting on his lap, again staining whatever clothes were right there. Catching your breath, the two of you are left to stare at each other in reflection of what you two had done, but all Kento was thinking about in that head of is that you two really need to go home.
Something about this gif just…. Ugh, look at him. Anyways, I wrote this solely for my benefit, but ya know, enjoy.
Warnings: umm a lot. Smut, cursing, hair pulling, Simon being super rough with reader, but also gentle in a way. PnV, fingering, dirty talk, cream pie…I think that may be it. Yeah, it’s just pure dirty smut
This has not been edited, literally just wrote it, did my tags, and posted. So sorry for any typos
Simon was coming home today, and that was your favorite time when he was on deployment. He was on his way home from the airport, having texted you about thirty minutes ago, letting you know he was on his way. You had jumped off your spot on the couch, running upstairs. You had missed him, so so much, since he had been on an unusually long assignment. You peeled your sweats off, grimacing at your mismatched underwear, which you had thrown on after your shower that morning. Going into your drawer, you pulled out your best matching set of undies, the one reserved especially for when Simon came home from a long assignment.
It was like a ritual for the two of you; when he was gone for months, you would wear your special underwear when he got home, only for him to end up taking them off you nearly as soon as he hit the door. You walked over to your vanity, the black lacy underwear and bra leaving little to the imagination. You took your hair down from its messy bun, running a brush through your long hair. As you were finishing, Simon’s car pulled into the drive way, and you hurriedly grabbed your favorite perfume, spraying a little on your chest, before rushing down straits. As you came down the last step, the front door opened, and Simon stepped in, wearing his jeans, and thick jacket. Of course, his balaclava, the one without the mask, was on his face, with his hood pulled over his head.
“Si!” you called out, rushing to him, throwing yourself into him.
He dropped his bags, catching you in his large arms, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. “Hello to you too, Love.” he joked, smirking as you quickly pulled his hood and balaclava off him, pressing your lips to his.
He kissed you back, his hands gripping the back of your thighs tightly, as your hands made their way to his hair. His lips pried your apart, his tongue mingling with yours, as he began walking to the stairs. Using one hand to keep his balance, he held onto the bannister, carrying you up to your shared room, kicking the door open with his large booted foot. You pulled your lips away from his, immediately pressing them to the side of his throat, nipping and sucking on the skin, just how he liked.
He sat on the bed, keeping you in his lap, his jean clad lap pressing teasingly against your center. His hands left your thighs, once tangling into your hair, as you bruised his throat and neck, while the other wrapped tightly around your waist. Simon loved how ravenous you were for him when he was gone for so long. You were like a dog in heat, unable to get enough of him. He savored every moment, every bite to his skin, that was followed behind with a gently lick, soothing the skin. He savored the way you tugged and pulled on his hair, whimpering as you ground yourself down on his lap, where a large bulge was unable to be ignored.
He grunted when you reached down, palming him through his jeans. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling back, forcing your back to arch, and a small moan to fall past your lips, as he leaned you back. He smirked, seeing that matching set of black lace underwear covering your body. You watched him, growing wetter and wetter, as his eyes scanned over your nearly naked form.
“You really missed me, didn’t you, Love?” he asked, his voice deeper than unusual and more husky, if that was even possible. You nodded, a small smirk forming on your own lips. He hated when you were quiet, and you knew it would get a good rise out of him. He tugged on your hair again, his eyes hard. “Use your words, Love. You know I love hearin’ that whimpering voice you use when I have you like this.” he ordered.
“Yes, I missed you.” you whimpered, grinding your hips against his. “Please, Simon.” you begged, your eyes pleading with his.
His smirk deepened, and he released your slightly, pulling you towards him. “What do you want, Love?” he gently asked.
“You to fuck me, Si. You’ve been gone for months.” you begged, running your hands under his shirt, feeling the hard abs of his stomach under your finger tips.
“How do you want it, Love?” He asked next, removing his jacket, and tossing it to the floor. His arms were on display for you, the tattoo on his arm one of your favorite parts. He had added to it since you had been together, somewhere etched in the dark ink, was a small rose, to represent his love for you. It also reminded him of you when he was away, and he would occasionally look down at it, easily finding it in the midst of the dark tattoo.
You grind against him once more, your wet center dampening his jeans a little. “Like this, at least for a minute. Then, you can do whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” he repeated, with a grunt, reaching down, and pressing his finger against her clothed clit. “What’s your safe word?” he asked, slowly running the bundle of nerves with his finger.
“Blue…” you moaned, whimpering as he applied more pressure to your clit.
Satisfied, Simon slipped his finger in the side of your panties, coating his finger in your wetness. He slowly pushed the digit into your opening, huffing quietly at how tight you were. “I love comin’ home after so long.” he said, pushing the digit into you, stretching you out slightly. “You’re such a good girl while I’m away, waiting for me to get home to fill you up.”
You moaned at his words, along with the way her curved his finger inside of you, hitting that spot that sent you wild. “Fuck, Simon. More, baby.” you begged, arching your back.
He held you up with his other hand, his fingers digging into the arch of your back. He slowly added another finger, working it in, stretching you even more than before. “I’m gonna add one more, Love, when you’re ready.” he informed you, waiting until you began to beg, before adding a third, and final finger.
You were a moaning mess, grinding your hips down on his fingers, his thumb bumping into your clit, sending you over the edge. You came on his fingers, wetting his hand, and panting as he slowly removed his fingers from your pussy. “Open up.” he ordered, prying your lips apart, and pressing his three fingers onto your tongue. You had to keep yourself from gagging on his fingers, since they were so much larger than your own. You were a good girl, though, and sucked your juices off his fingers, like he wanted.
Removing his fingers from your mouth, he tapped your thigh, silently telling you to lift up off his lap. You did, watching as he undid his jeans, pulling them, along with his briefs off. You tugged on his shirt, smiling as he pulled it over his head next, leaving him bare underneath you.
“Come ‘ere.” he drawled out, pulling you down onto his lap once more, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. You reached between the two of you, grasping his hard cock in between your hand, pumping it slowly. Simon groaned, reaching around behind you, and undoing your bra. Once it was off, his lips moved to your chest, bruising the skin above your breasts. Finally, her grasped one of your breasts in his hand, taking your nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled it, the bud immediately hardening under his tongue. He rolled your other nipple between his thumb and middle finger, tugging and pulling on it, like you liked him to do.
You’re pussy was aching, and his cock pressed against it wasn’t helping. “Simon— baby, please.”
“Patient, Love.” he warned, releasing your nipple with a pop as he spoke. “You’re needy tonight, aren’t you?”
“Simon, you were gone for three months. Please baby, I need you.” you whined, squeezing his cock in your hands, earning a grunt from the man.
“Alright, fine, Love.” he said, lifting you up, removing your panties, and positioning you over his cock. You lined him up with your entrance, slowly sinking down in him, moaning as the familiar sting of him stretching you to your limit, coursed through you. It was a good sting, one that you loved feeling, and hoped to feel for the rest of your life with him. Simon’s fingers dig into your hips, as you slowly began moving against him, his cock burying deep into you.
“Fuck, Love.” he cursed, guiding your hips down on him. Once you were fully used to his size, you sped up, using his wide shoulders to bounce yourself on his cock. You were a moaning mess, your head thrown back, as Simon began thrusting his hips up, meeting your own. “Do you miss me, or my cock when I’m away?“ he asked, knowing how much you loved hearing his voice spill absolute filth to you during sex.
“Both, baby.” you moaned, feeling that band in your stomach tighten at his words.
“You sure, Love? Cause the way you’re squeezin’ my cock right now tells otherwise.” He tightened his arms around your hips, holding you down on his cock, and he rutted his hips up into yours. With a cry if his name, you came for the second time that night, this time spilling your juices over his cock and thighs. “Good girl, ride it out, baby.” Simon encouraged you, slowly thrusting into you, letting you ride out your orgasm. “On your knees, Love.” he ordered, once you had come back to your senses.
You lifted yourself off him, his cock hitting his lower stomach, as you crawled to the top of the bed. You positioned yourself on your hands and knees, arching you back, so your ass was at the proper height for him. Simon moved in behind his, his body completely shadowing yours, as he grasp his cock in his hand. He slid it over your wet folds, teasing your clit a couple times, before slowly pushing himself into you entrance. You moaned out, your back somehow arching even more, as he bottomed out inside you. Since you were already basically adjusting to his size, he slid his dick out of you, before slamming back. You cried out each time he repeated this, your finders digging into the mattress, grounding you. Simon held your hips, leaning down, where he pressed his lips to your neck. His dick continued to slowly slide back, before he snapped his hips harshly. It was a painful pleasure, one that had tears cascading down your face, and your pussy clenching around him.
Simon took his lips from your neck, his deep, gravely voice whispering into your ear, “Do you want it hard and slow like this,” he said, snapping his hips harshly into yours. “or fast and rough, Pet?”
You whined once he stilled, his cock buried inside you, refusing to move until you answered him. “However you want it, Lieutenant.” you whimpered, knowing how much he liked you calling him by his title in bed.
He chuckled, sitting up, his cock still buried inside you. “You’re such a good girl, Love. Satisfied with taking what I decide to give you.” he drawled out, leaning down enough to wrap his hand around the front of your throat. “What’s the safe word?” he asked again, making sure you knew it.
“Blue.” you replied, holding your head back, his hand holding you firmly by the neck.
“Atta girl.” he replied, before grasping your hip with his free hand, and sliding his dick back. This time, instead of slamming it back in, and continuing the cycle of slow and hard, he sped up, grounding his cock into you fast and harsh. You cried out, as he buried himself deep into you, pulling your hips towards him, hitting a different angle. His thrusts were relentless, and his hold on you never slackened. You were totally at his mercy, unable to pull away from him. Simon loved when you would let him just completely dominate you. Yes, he loved making love to you, slow, gentle, and full of endearment. But this, this was his favorite type of sex. Where he was in full control, and had you at his mercy. Where he could talk nasty to you, and have you creaming all over him. He loved it, the power he felt, no matter how narcissistic it may seem.
His cock beat into you, almost painfully, as he pulled you up by the throat, momentarily cutting off your breathing, and only slackened his grip once your back was to his chest. He still towered over you, even on his knees, and his body enveloped yours. He thrusted up into you, reaching around to rub your clit, which was throbbing and sensitive. “Come on, Love, give it to me.”
You knew what he meant, and you also knew what that position did to you. Simon only put you like that, when he wanted one thing; for you to squirt for him. You threw your head back against his chest, his hand tightening on your throat, knowing that it would set you off. With the pressure on your throat, the beating of his cock going in and out of you, and his fingers circling your clit, your orgasm shattered through you, giving Simon exactly what he had wanted. He let you ride your high out, before pushing you back down to the bed, pounding into you relentlessly, chasing his own high. With a few final grunts, and hard thrusts, he stilled, his body going rigid, as he spilled into you. He gave a few more sloppy thrusts, before stilling, running his hand down your back gently. “You alright, Love?” he asked, his words coming out in pants.
You nodded, unable to speak, still feeling the effects of your last orgasm. Simon nodded, slowly pulling out of you, and climbing off the bed. He walked into the bathroom, grabbing a wash rag out the cabinet, and wetting it with warm water. He came back to find you in the same spot he left you, completely fucked out. He chuckled, gently reaching between your legs, and cleaning you up. He made sure to avoid your clit, knowing how overly sensitive it would, and wiped the combination of yours and his cum from your skin. Once you were cleaned up, he cleaned himself up, before pulling you into his arms, and laying a clean towel down on the bed.
He laid the two of you down, you pressed tightly into his chest. You nuzzled your face into his neck, kissing it soft kisses, as he rubbed your back. “Welcome home, Baby.” you mumbled, fighting to stay awake.
Simon chuckled, pressing a kiss to your hair. “It’s good to be home, Love.”
asking detective!satoru to walk you home after the late shift because you're nervous to go alone + invite him up when you get there😉
𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 ❥ Satoru walks you home one night. And you find yourself giving into his flirting, inviting him to stay for the night.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ explicit, soft!satoru, detective!reader, detective!satoru, admiration/body worship/praise, soft and sweet sex, pussy job, pussy eating from the back, thigh fucking, fingering, squirting for the first time, embarrassment/flustered feelings on reader’s part, reassurance, making out, overstimulation, light bites because satoru can’t help himself you’re yummy, satoru gets jealous, satoru is so clearly in love and reader is in denial, first time together, reader gets overwhelmed and flustered by satoru easily, touch starved!reader, touch starved!satoru, jerking off in front of you, drinking wine together, dacryphilia, cocksucking, just the tip teasing, light begging, anal prep, anal/toys (butt plug, pumping vibrator butt plug dildo aka the tip moves and it as a remote control, magic wand vibrator) + lube, mirror sex, satoru takes the sips of wine and lets it trickle into your mouth by kissing you, cockwarming, aftercare, friends to lovers, cream pie
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ❥ 9.5k -34 min read time
The ghost face killer is taking it up a step, the bodies which have been showing up more mutilated. Based on the rope marks and some differences in the wounds you concluded the killer is holding them somewhere. Because of this, you couldn’t shake the feeling that his regime of terror over your town is only getting worse. While he lurks within a house around this sleepy town.
Unlike the previous towns, he hasn’t moved on yet. Which gives you more time to work alongside the oddly insightful detective Satoru to catch the man stalking these streets, wreaking havoc. Causing you to curse the foreboding walk home that awaits you. While you make a mental note to call the car shop to see how much longer the maintenance of your car will take.
Biting into your bottom lip while staring at your feet, wondering why you’re getting nervous in front of Satoru now. Since the question you have on the tip of your tongue is far from scandalous.
“Only if you call me by my first name. Kidding, I could call it in early and I can take you home.“ He closes the file he has been reading over, trying to glean information from. And while he stands up, he places his briefcase on the table and stuffs his files inside. While you say,
“Thank you, my car is in the shop.” You knew that Satoru living so close to the station never drove over. Only using the station’s black car to head to the various locations to look at whatever crime scene and to question subjects, Since his flasher two-seater car normally drew too much attention.
You say with a small smile, “I’m ready to be up in bed stretching out and relaxing.” Heading towards the front doors of the empty department with Satoru in tow. Ready to leave the place behind.
Feeling some eyes on you, you glance behind you just as Satoru looks up. His cheeks turn a pale pink shade of pink after getting caught staring at your ass. While he smiles and says,
“I feel you, a bath and bed are high second and third on my list of things I want to do.” It wasn’t the first or last time that his gaze would wander. And remind yourself that you shouldn’t sleep with your partner.
You ask, “What’s the first?” You glance over at him while he winks at you. And you wish he was wearing his sunglasses to spare you the pretty sight of his breathtaking blue eyes. He says,
“You, nice and slow.” Telling yourself that see Satoru every day at work, it wouldn’t be wise to complicate the professional relationship you’ve maintained with him over the two years. After being transferred over to his department and his last partner Kento Nanami wanted to be placed with someone else.
Rolling your eyes and pushing open the heavy doors of the department. While Satoru shuts off the lights before joining you outside. Locking the door behind you, with the keys the leader of your department and his closest friend Suguru Geto, gave him.
Wrapping your arms around you, the cool of the wind seeps quickly through your jacket. And say,
“Does flirting with me help you pass the time faster? Though after two years I figured you would get bored with it.” Satoru shrugs his jacket off, placing it around your shoulders. While you draw it tighter around yourself to ward off the chill of the cold night.
Satoru says, “I could never get bored with the hungry way you look at me while biting your lip when I wind you up too much. If only you would let me wind you back down.” While you lead the way down the sidewalk with Satoru walking next to you.
The way you whisper, “Gojo fuck you.” Without missing a beat he tells you,
“You can do that anytime, anywhere. You could fuck me with the department while telling me how much I get on your nerves. We can fuck in the alleyway’s darkness-” You cut Satoru off,
“That wouldn’t be a good idea. I’m boring in bed anyway, I don’t get that wet, so it’s kind of painful and I’m not that loud.” Trying to ignore the heat between your legs and the frustration twisting your stomach. And you refuse to let yourself imagine his shirtless bare body laying on his desk. While you ride him, burying his cock deep inside you while you fuck away the stress mounting from the ghost face case.
Satoru says, “It’s natural for some not to get wet enough. It shouldn’t have to hurt for you, there is lube. But maybe your partners weren’t good enough for you. Were they doing foreplay and taking the time to get you all hot, bothered yet relaxed for them.” Wrinkling up your nose as you recall your pitiful sex life that had rapidly killed your sex drive Satoru seems hell-bent to bring back from the dead.
Snorting before telling Satoru, “Foreplay? You mean the five minutes after undressing me right before they stick their dick in to flop around for a minute or two before nutting.” Satoru lets out a heavy sigh next to you before he says,
“Sweetness you really haven’t someone make love to you, or even fucked properly. Which shouldn’t be surprising since what you said sounds like just the bare minimum of sex.” You stop at the corner of the end of the streets, glancing at each road from the four-way stop.
In this town at one in the morning, the shops were all closed. And the roads were mostly empty. With one car driving away from where Satoru and You stood, as far as you could see.
Walking across the street and saying “Love making, fucking, sex, what’s the difference?” A part of you is growing more fond of the idea of letting Satoru attempt to live up to his talk. Since no one else would have to know, and it could just be a one-time thing. If only you were that type of person who wouldn’t mind that sort of thing. It would make having a one-night stand and then moving on easier.
Satoru says, "There is plenty of difference, sex is just basically trying to get a nut, fucking is more passionate trying to make the person remember you. While lovemaking is getting off on the other person’s pleasure.” And the question slips out of your mouth before you can stop yourself,
“What would you do with me?” You blame stress, frustration, and exhaustion for the reason your brain didn’t filter that question straight into the trash. But choose to send the thought straight out your mouth.
“If I only got one night with you love making. I don’t give a single fuck about professionalism. You are always so high-strung it makes me want to take care of you and see you relax into vulnerability.” You glance over at Satoru before taking the right down the sidewalk. While wondering how he could be so straight word, telling you these things as if you were blossoming lovers, enchanted by each other.
Satoru says, “If you let me take you to my place fucking. I have a spare room with some extra toys in, which I would love to use on you.” You stop holding your hand up and telling him,
“Satoru please stop being a tease, I’m not that type of girl that can just fuck. Then move on, I’m going to want more.” You were more honest than you intended to be. And your heart is hammering while you hope he lets the last part slip. Only to let go of this hope when he steps in front of you.
He smirks down at you, it’s lopsided catching your attention and making it hard for you to look up from his lips. While he says, “If anyone is a tease here it’s you, you’re so mean to me every day. Coming to work looking so pretty in these suits, with your soft lips looking all glossy.” Glancing up into his eyes, which even in the dim light of the street lamps still look dazzling. The dim lighting made his blue eyes look gray.
Satoru adds, “You are not very good at hiding your attraction towards me and the way you look at me I know you are undressing me in your head. The way I’m slutting you out several ways in my head when I close my eyes and wrap my hand around my cock every night. So if you want more from me, that isn’t a problem you can have whatever you want from me.” Biting into your bottom lip before saying,
“It would complicate things for work if we started sleeping together.” If it didn’t go well, you would still have to see him at the satiation. And possibly work together still if you couldn’t get a new partner.
Satoru asks, “What if it complicated things for the better?” Without missing a beat he adds, “We could keep things to ourselves mostly, I am going to tell that asshole who fucked up his shot that I’m the only one who really knows how to make you cum.” He cups your face while you place your hands on top of his. He slowly leans down giving you enough time to tell him to stop.
You close your eyes and wait but you don’t feel his lips press against yours. Opening your eyes while Satoru says, “Ask me to kiss you.” Pulling his hands away from your face. And telling him,
“We aren’t far from my house. Let’s go.” You couldn’t bring yourself to it. Having your first kiss with Satoru on an empty sidewalk during the dead of night isn’t what you imagined. But maybe you could let him spend the night since it would also be dangerous for him to walk back to his house alone. And you couldn’t deny to Satoru or yourself that you crave his touch. So maybe just once you could give in.
Missing his large warm hands cupping your cheeks already. You slip your hand into his, which he squeezes while saying, “Sweetness you’re driving me crazy, but I’ll drop it.” Your heart plummets into your stomach at the thought of Satoru’s random fits of flirting fading from your day.
You say, “I was thinking since we are close to my house, and it’s late you should come inside. I’ve been in these clothes all day, let me shower and change.” His response comes quickly,
“Don’t shower, I know I made you really fucking horny early today. Why do you think I wear these tight button-up shirts? With just enough chest to catch your wondering eyes. I love how you think I don’t notice you occasionally undressing me with your eyes.” Your cheeks are burning you say,
“You are seeing things. I’m too busy to be undressing you with my eyes.” He drops your hand and wraps his arm around your shoulder. Pulling you to his side and tucking you underneath his arm. While you grab onto his shirt, the warmth of his body seeps through the thin fabric.
Satoru chuckles and tells you, “Don’t be shy about it, nothing wrong with lusting after me and having all these pretty little fantasies about me. I’ve been thinking about your pretty pussy making your panties damp. I want to taste the tangy flavor of your marinating pussy so how about you just change, no shower.”
You say, “Gojo your words are filthy.” Yet you didn’t want him to stop.
Satoru telling you what he wants to do to you and how he jerks off to the thought of you making your pussy soak your panties. These confessions along with Satoru’s previous talk about the difference between mindless sex, intense fucking, and passionate lovemaking has you wanting to find out the difference between the last two.
He says, “Satoru, come on sweetness too flustered to say my first name now?” You point at the house a large rose bush growing up the lattice that stops below your bedroom window. The light on your porch shows your fluffy black cat Cosmo curled up on his chair deep asleep.
You say, “Here is my house, you get to meet Cosmo while I freshen up.” You pull away from Satoru, reaching for your keys inside of your purse. While Satoru says,
“Don’t avoid answering me, if you want to cum you better say my name, I want to hear how my name sounds on your lips.” Ignoring Satoru and crouching down as Cosmo lifts his fuzzy head giving it a small shake. While trying to calm down the pounding of your heart.
Rubbing Cosmo’s chin while telling Satoru, “Not avoiding just wanting to tell you about Cosmo is a little cuddle bug who loves his chin scratches.” You stand up and fumble with the keys, cursing yourself mentally while struggling to open the door. Which at long last you get open.
Shuffling through with Satoru behind you, you set your purse down on the table by the front door. You flip on the lights just as Satoru grabs his jacket and slips it off your shoulders. While he says,
“Yes you are, you get so damn flustered by me, you can barely even say my name,” Pulling off your thin jacket, opening the nearby closet door, putting up both of the coats. While you tell Satoru,
“It’s the vulnerability of it, you’ve been flirting with me while I make eyes at you for how long now. What if I disappoint you?” Taking your shoes off while Cosmo rubs the side of his body against your leg. With his fluffy tail held high in the air, the tip flicking while he lets out a long squeaky cry of despair.
You close the door after Satoru puts his shoes up. Then you follow Cosmo who darts off towards the kitchen. With Satoru trailing behind you he says,
“Sweetness I’ll only get disappointed with myself if I can’t get you to relax enough around me to relax. Trust me sweetness you are going to be beautiful whining my name while I make you cum repeatedly.” You don’t look at Satoru while you turn on the kitchen lights. And head towards the pantry where you bring out a scoop of cat food for Cosmo.
Only to freeze in your steps with the cup of bits in your hand. Your attention stuck on Satoru unbuttoning his shirt, instead of on the hungry Cosmo rubbing against your legs. It takes a few moments before a shrill meow gets you to glance down at Cosmo.
Remembering your task and walking over to the empty bowl. And Satoru waits for you to turn around. Before telling you,
“I want to see you needy and vulnerable, I want you to trust me I’ll take care of you. Always have since becoming your partner and always will, sweetness I’ve already taken a bullet for you twice. Trust me, we won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with and can move as slow as you need to.” Setting the cup down on the island of your kitchen and grabbing Satoru’s open button-up shirt.
Holding his shirt open and frowning as you stare at the bullet wound on his gut. Which was the second one he took for you. You softly sigh before asking.
“So you really want to make slow sweet love to me? That sounds dirty….hmm you are already having me do weird things.” He cups your face and leans down, softly kissing your forehead, you can feel him smile into the kiss. And when he pulls back telling you,
“My cock and balls are aching at the thought of feeling your soft pussy squeeze me because I’m making her feel so good she is creaming on my cock. Mm not filthy enough I want to see the soft pleasure drunk look in your pretty eyes while you moan my name.” Letting go of Satoru’s shirt and placing your hand on his abs only before quickly dropping your hands.
The warmth of his soft skin and the hardness of his body underneath your fingertips is overwhelming. You say, “I’m not used to touching others, it’s a bit much. Your hands, lips, and name alone get me flustered. You are also too forward and open, talking about lovemaking when you can’t love me.” Satoru drops his hands from your face to your hips, which he softly squeezes. While slipping his thumb underneath the waistband of your pants.
Satoru dips his head and softly kisses your neck, smirking as you softly gasp. He says, “I love how sensitive you are, don’t worry I’m touch starved too. Most nights I’m too tired to do anything but go home and touch myself while thinking about you.” Three more soft kisses follow along the shape of your neck.
The soft whine that passes your lips sounds so needy. That you can’t believe it came from you. He asks, “Do you want to see how I look touching myself thinking about you. You said you wanted to change, you can change in front of me while I jerk my pretty cock.”
The lingerie you hadn’t worn for anyone but had still gotten for the sake of a confidence boost. And because a small part of you had always been hoping for a person to come along worth wearing it for.
Your cheeks burn while you mumble, “I have something I want you to see me in if we are going to do it.” Swiping his thumb from side to side scrambling your thoughts. Which don’t gather again until Satoru pulls away and slips off his shirt with his familiar cocky smirk on his soft lips. You then add,
“And I want to see you play with yourself.” The last three words come out of your mouth slowly. And Satoru groans,
“I can’t want to have you telling me every filthy thing I’m doing to you. I want to see your flustered and embarrassed face as you describe every single detail.” With your body burning with eating, and your pussy throbbing. You open your mouth to say something but your words catch in your throat.
Closing your mouth and walking out of your kitchen and towards your bedroom. Satoru follows behind you after he turned off the kitchen lights. He says,
“Mmm the next time we spend the night together I want to see your pussy out from the back while you have these tight pants of yours around your thighs. Fuck sometimes all I can think about is bending you over my desk and pulling your pants down to see your sweet drooling pussy.” You hear the clink of Satoru undoing his belt buckle and you say,
“I think about you tying me up with your belt so you can do whatever you want. I feel lazy when I say that I want you to spoil me. The thought of letting go and trusting you’ll take care of my every need. It sounds too good to be true.” You are grateful he is standing behind you, unable to see your face.
Turning on the bedroom light and making your way straight towards your dresser. Where you catch yourself in the vanity, wide-eyed and almost visibly trembling. Your knees are growing weak as Satoru comes up behind you, causing you to have to grab onto the dresser for support.
He tells you, “Nothing wrong with wanting to be spoiled, you’re wound up so tight and stressed all the time. After all, this is the first time I’ve seen you so soft and flustered. And as much as I enjoy seeing you focused on working on various leads, I like this way better.” Grabbing your hips and pulling your hips up against him.
Placing one of his hands on your lower back, bending you over. The hand resting on your hip slides up along the length of your body. Up to your throat, Satoru wraps his long fingers around your neck. Before pushing your head up with his thumb to make you look up at him in the mirror.
You ask, “What about you, you’ve been so stressed about this Ghostface case. After working the past thirteen hours I doubt the last thing you want to do, is all the work in bed.” Looking off to the side avoiding the sight of Satoru’s large body standing behind you.
Sliding his hand from your throat to cup your lower face, making you look into the mirror. Where you watch as Satoru places his long cock on your back. The warm, hard cock and soft balls resting on your back, causing you to clench your pussy around nothing.
He says, “You already spoil me enough by showing me your adorable grumpy face every morning. I get to watch you slowly come alive with every sip of warm coffee. By now I think I’ve learned your taste in coffee fairs well since you always enjoy what I order for you. I love paying attention and learning everything single detail about you.” Letting you go and stepping away from your body.
You stand up and make work up buttoning your shirt while you say, “You’re too forward.” Slipping your shirt off while staring down at the dresser instead of at yourself or Satoru. Who tells you,
“I know what I need sweet mama, tired of acting like I’m not hungry and touched starved wanting to devour you. I’m a grown-ass man with a long-time crush, frightened by commitment yet unwilling to see you with anyone else. And you are a grown woman scared of intimacy.” Undoing the clasp of your bra, slipping it off, and placing it on the dresser.
You ask, “So what if I am? Besides, we aren’t talking about true intimacy or commitment. Just one night between friends to relieve stress.” Unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down with your panties. Which you kick to the side after it piles around your feet.
He tells you, “It doesn’t have to be, I could take you out to dinner then you could come by my place. And I can show you what it’s like to get fucked. We could spend more time outside of work getting to know each other. Let things fall into place naturally.” Turning around to glance at Satoru who sits naked on the bed. He had abandoned his pants and underwear on your bedroom’s floor.
You ask, “If commitment scares you, then how do I know you won’t cheat or just back off the moment I’m finally become comfortable being intimate with you? Maybe we shouldn’t, but I want to.” Biting into your bottom lip while he tells you,
“If you are having any doubt, we don’t have to keep going. You could go take a shower and enjoy yourself, and I could either see myself out or stay the rest of the night. We could watch a movie.”
Seeing him sitting naked on the edge of your bed, with his thick thighs spread apart to let his heavy balls hang. While his long cock sticks out, with thick white pre-cum covering his slit, about to drip onto your floor.
“I want you to stay and afterward we could since we are both off we could stay up a little later. You could join me for my shower and I only have wine if you want to have a glass with me while we watch a movie.” Running his hand through his hair, messy up his fluffy white hair even more. And getting your attention from his hard cock to his flexing arm.
He says, “We can have a glass now. While we take our time with each other. And if I haven’t tired you out, we can watch a movie. Don’t worry I’ll clean you up afterward if you are too tired to shower.” Cupping his balls while spitting into his other hand. He wraps around his cock, smearing with his spit while he visibly lets his attention drift up and down your bare body.
You can barely bring yourself to turn back towards your dresser while you tell him, “I’ll get dressed then go pour us a drink.” Pulling a seer babydoll lingerie which has pretty see-through lace on the top and the long ribbon that hangs from the bow in the middle being your favorite parts about it.
Slipping the dress on and hearing Satoru moan behind you as the slick sounds of Satoru pumping his fist up and down his cock quickens. You then grab out the see-through matching thong and slip it on.
Standing in front of a naked Satoru who is stroking his cock while massaging his balls. He groans, “You look so perfect for me to ruin.” Satoru’s cock jerks in his hand. He pauses with his large hand covering his head, which he softly squeezes. Before smearing his oozing pre-cum down the length of his cock. Showing the pale tip of him is slowly giving away to a pink hue.
Your lust slowly overcoming your nervousness you tell him, “After I get the wine since you want to taste me, it’s only fair I taste you too.” You want his balls covering your face and to be the one to make him moan. He says,
“Sweet mama tonight is supposed to be about you, so if that’s what you want you can have my cock. If you get on your knees and let me go get the wine for us. Just tell me where the bottle and glasses are.” He lets go of his balls and cock, grabbing a pillow with the dry hand that cupped his balls.
Satoru drops the pillow onto the floor close to the edge of your bed. Which he points at until you kneel on the pillow, looking up at him. While he stands up he tells you, “Hold your hands behind your back, I’m going to tie both of your wrists together with the pretty ribbon here.” His cock isn’t close enough to your face.
Holding your wrists over each other behind your back while Satoru walks behind you. Crouching down and reaching around you to grab the ribbon. Which he binds your wrists with while you tell him,
“The wine is in my fridge and the glasses are in the cabinet right by the fridge.” He softly kisses your neck before leaving the room. And you miss him the second he is gone.
Your heart is racing, your body is burning, your pussy throbbing and your head is switching between being an array of jumbled-up thoughts and one thought; how good his long cock is going to feel inside of you.
Sometime later when Satoru comes back with one half-full glass. He sits down and swirls it telling you, “Open your mouth.” Before taking a sip and then bending over, pressing his lips to yours and letting the wine trickle slowly into your mouth.
After you swallow the sip of wine, you whine into his mouth. While he lingers, his tongue slowly rubbing yours. Before he pulls away and tells you,
“Pairs well with your soft lips and sweet whines.” He takes another sip and leans down. While you open your mouth, the cool wine isn’t enough to cool off your burning face. And when you swallow another sip, he slips his tongue inside your mouth, loudly groaning.
This time he doesn’t pull away so soon. And you savor the sweetness of the wine on his soft. Until your lungs burn from the lack of air, forcing you to pull away from him. While he smiles sets the cup of wine on the bedside table next to him and you.
Satoru says, “One thing before you suck my cock, I need you to say my name first and ask for my cock like a good girl. Make sure you look at me when you say it so I can see your adorable flustered face.”
You look up and plea, “Satoru please let me make you feel good and suck your cock.” Wrapping his hand around your cock and then cupping the back of your head. Your attention drops to his cock so close to your face.
Opening your mouth and wrapping your lips around his head, Satoru’s pre-cum is almost sweet mixing the tangy taste of his sweat overpowering the taste of the wine. And when you moan, he pushes your head further down onto his cock.
He groans, “Fuck that is goood, your lips are so soft and your mouth is so hot. Stick your tongue out and hallow your pretty cheeks for me.” Sticking your tongue out, relaxing your throat, and hallowing your cheeks. While you slowly take more of him.
It takes less than half of him to fill your mouth. And when you take him into your throat he groans, “Fuck ma is my cock too big to fit in your mouth that you are going to take me into your mouth like a good girl? Hmmm you deep throat my cock just like that.” Holding your head down while you lightly bob your head, keeping him deep in your throat.
Your throat squeezes his cock while you gag around him, Satoru still doesn’t let you up. Not until your eyes burn and tears roll down your cheeks, he lets you up and says, “You look pretty with your makeup running down your face. And your lipstick all smeared.” While you are catching your breath Satoru adds a question,
“Do you like how my cock tastes?” Catching your breath and looking up at Satoru telling him,
“You’re sweet and salty at the same time. I love how heavy your cock is on my tongue.” His eyes widen while he wraps his hand around his cock. Smacking you across the face with his cock as you stick your tongue out. Which prompts him to smack his cock on your tongue.
Satoru smirks while he coos, “Oh what’s with these filthy words you’re usinggggnnngg!.” Wrapping your lips around his head and taking him inch by inch till he fills up your throat. While rubbing your tongue along the bottom of his cock and groaning around him.
Satoru’s soft breathy moans of, “Fuck, fuck mmmn good girl.” Have you bobbing your head faster, as spit trickles down your chin. Pausing with his cock in your throat before pulling back.
Sucking on his head swirling your tongue around it. While he says, “Feels so fucking good, so sloppy and wet.“ Sliding more of his cock deeper into your throat, trying to take more of him into your throat. And when you gag around him, your throat squeezing his cock while fresh tears roll down your cheeks.
Pulling back and shallowly bobbing your head, taking only as much will fit into your mouth. While you breathe in through your nose, trying to ignore the ache forming in your jaw.
Satoru says, "You’re already crying so much just from gagging a few times around my cock. When was the last time you had such a handsome cock to suck on like this?” You pull away looking up at Satoru you say,
“Three almost four years. I’ve been busy. Am I bad at it?” He chuckles and you look away pushing out your bottom lip with a pout. He tells you,
“I wouldn’t be groaning if you were, I thought I was rather vocal about how I feel about your wet, hot mouth. But then again, you seem rather oblivious to a lot of what I’ve said. So let me show you how good you made my cock feel.” Wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling you up as you quickly get on your feet. While he stands up and leans down to kiss you.
Parting your lips while he mimics the action, his tongue slipping into your mouth. While his hand around your throat slides back to cup your head. His heavy groans mix with your loud moans. And when he breaks the kiss letting you breathe, your lips feel puffy and tingly from the lingering feeling of his soft lips against yours.
Walking behind where you stand on top of the pillow he says, “Marshmallow is your safe word princess.” Dropping his hand from the back of your head to your side. Slowly caressing along the shape of your waist, over your hip, and down to your cheeks. Which he softly gropes before sliding his hand up.
You ask, “Why the safe word? What are you going to do to me?” Reaching around with his free hand to rub your puffy nipple through your lingerie. Satoru tells you,
“Nothing you don’t want, and the safe word is so I can overstimulate you within your comfort. You are going to trust me to take care of you while you are vulnerable for me But the moment your submission and intimacy becomes too much just say marshmallow.” While he leans down, biting down on your shoulder causing you to whine,
“Satoruuu.” As you tilt your head to the side, your knees buckle. While the hand that was caressing your body wraps around your waist to hold you up.
He pulls away and says, “I love how sensitive your neck is, how you melt every single time so quickly. It makes me wonder how sensitive your sweet pussy is.” Dropping his hand from your chest to between your legs. Where he rubs your clit through your panties. While groaning,
“Sweet mama, you’ve already soaked through your panties.” You grind your hips, pressing your thighs together trying to trap his hand between your legs. The first bit of pleasure that isn’t given by something else other than the toys you had stored away in a bedside drawer. And when he pulls his hand away the whine you make has him cooing,
“Fuck princess you sound so desperate you’re making me feel bad for pulling my hand away.” Softly kissing where he bit, sending shivers down your spine. While you say,
“It’s been a while since I’ve only been using my toys.” Your cheeks burning from how needy you sound even though he barely touched you yet. He slips his fingers back between your leg, rubbing circles on your clit through your panties. While he asks,
“Where are your toys? I want to see what you use on yourself, princess.” Quickly you answer him with an unrelated question,
“Where is this princess nickname coming from?” Satoru pulls his hand out from between your legs. While you quickly follow your question with, “They are in the top drawer next to us.” Satoru pulls away and you watch him open up the drawer while he tells you,
“Good girl, and it’s because you look like a pretty princess dressed up for me to ruin.” Reaching in to pull out a thick bulbous buttplug with a sparkling jewel for its handle. Along with your bottle of lube, he adds,
“Princess you have so many wonderful things I can use on you. Bend over for me, after the number of times I’ve thought about fucking your ass I need to see her stretch to take this toy of yours.” You bend over only for Satoru to push you onto the bed, arranging you with your ass in the air and your feet hanging off the bed.
He pushes up your lingerie he groans, “The outline of your pussy in your panties looks so damn yummy.” Slipping your panties off and down around your knees. Satoru leans in and softly kisses your pussy lips. Pushing his tongue past your lips and pumping it inside you while you clench around him.
Satoru stands up, and you jerk forward as you feel the wet tear-shaped plug. And then he says, “Oh wait I can’t forget this.” He pulls away and moments later you hear the pulsing vibrations of the magic wand. Which he holds between your legs, pressing it to your clit. While swirling the tip of the buttplug against the ring of your ass.
Satoru tells you, “You look so beautiful mama bend over in front of me with your wrist tied behind your back. And your tight little asshole slicked up. Does the vibrator feel good on your attention-deprived pussy? Once you cum for me I’m going to lick your pretty pussy clean.”
Pushing the toy into your ass the intense pleasure of the toy pulsing against your clit overcoming the burning stretch of the plug getting thicker. Satoru moans, “Mm fuck love to see your ass swallow the toy, wonder how pretty she will look taking my cock.” He slowly starts swiping the toy from side to side. While you whine into your blanket, letting it muffle your sounds.
Satoru grabs your wrists, pulling you back and lifting your face off the covers. While telling you, “Don’t muffle any of those pretty sounds I didn’t flirt with you for the past two years for you to not let me hear how pretty you sound when I make you cum. Fuck the way your pussy is clenching just begging to be filled up with my fat cock.”
His words and his attention on your pussy push you towards an edge quickly. As the pressure builds in your gut and your slick drips down your thighs. He groans, “It’s so hot watching the toy tug on your tight asshole.” Letting go of your bound wrists and grabs the jewel of the buttplug, pulling it out. Then slowly slipping it back, letting you take the thickest part of the plug over again.
Satoru stuffs the toy inside you and grabs your hips. Pulling them back as you jerk forward the quick oncoming peak is too much for you to handle. Causing you to cry,
“Satoru it’s too much. Nnngg please Satoru please please please toruuplease.” Your words are slurring together while your thighs are trembling. And every time you clench you can feel the thick toy in your ass even more.
Telling you, “I’m got you mama you can let go. Let me see your thick juices trickle past your lips as you cum for me. You look so beautiful my sweet mama” The praise and reassurance tugging you off the edge. And the moment later Satoru stuffs his face into your pussy.
Satoru doesn’t give you a moment to come down from your high before he builds you back up again. He pulls away and says, “Need to spoil my puffy princess pussy get her used to cumming over and over for me. I wonder if I can make you a rotten brat that I can fuck the attitude out of.” Burying his tongue back inside your pussy.
Stilling the toy against your clit while you whine, “Toru! Fuck! fuckmefuckme please feels so good it hurts. Don’t stop please don’t stop, your tongue isnnnggh!” He curls his tongue rubbing that sweet spot inside of you.
Pulling your hips away as Satoru grabs your hips, digging his nails deep into the squish of your hip crease. Pulling you back and holding you in place while he strokes the inside of your soft pussy with his tongue.
Clicking the button on the handle of the wand, sending stronger vibrations through your puffy throbbing clit. And you cry, “Satoru I’m going to make a mess on your face if you don’t. Nnng something feels-lease don’t stop eating my pussy wanna cum again, it feels so good when you make me cum.”
The pressure building between your legs is greater than the high of cumming the first time. While your pussy spasms around Satoru’s tongue. While he keeps you from running from his tongue and your toy.
Curling his tongue and pumping it faster inside of you while groaning into your pussy. While he rubbing circles into your clit with the wand making you grind and buck your hips. His grasp tightens to keep your hips trying to keep you still.
There is some panic bubbling up within you as the intense pressure between your legs becomes too much not to burst. Yet it keeps building, as this wet feeling gathers between your legs. So you warn Satoru,
“I’m about to-” You can’t even get the words out before your gush on Satoru’s face. While your body burns with embarrassment as thick cum pours out of your pussy onto his face. While you try your best not to rip the ribbon binding your wrists together. You are shaking when Satoru pulls the wand away and slips his tongue out of your pussy.
You say, “I’m sorry that was too much on your face.” And Satoru is quick to say,
“Sorry for what? You did so well for me squirting all over my face. All your cum tastes so tangy flooding my mouth. Was that you’re first time squirting?” He undoes the ribbon around your wrists, before tugging on the ribbon around your neck. Which holds your lace top up.
He asks, “What safe did I give you again?” Grabbing your hips and pulling you off the edge of the bed and onto your feet. Slowly pull the lingerie off your body while you say,
“Marshmallow, I need a moment but I don’t want to stop not yet. You haven’t gotten to cum yet.” Stepping out of the lingerie that pools around your feet. While Satoru grabs your hips and urges you to turn around to face him he tells you,
“I’m enjoying being the first one to make you squirt. Lay there on the bed for me and relax while looking pretty for me princess.” Pushing you back down onto the bed, watching you bounce with a smile. He grabs the bottle of lube and pours some onto his cock. Slicking it up and groaning as he studies you while you lay on the bed.
Watching his head vanish in his fist only to appear a few seconds later as he slides his hand down along the length of his cock. Before letting himself go and grabbing both of your thighs, pressing them together and holding them to his chest.
Squeezing his lubed-up cock with your thighs and moaning, “I’ve worked out with you countless times yet your thighs remain squishy hiding how muscular they are.” Slowly rocking his hips, his cock vanishing between your thighs. Only to appear again when he pushes his hips forward.
Satoru groans, “Every single time I thrust my cock my balls hit your warm wet pussy.” His cock rubs against your clit for a moment and the intense pleasure runs up your spine as you jerk your hips.
You whimper, “Your cock is so pretty and hard, I can see how deep you are going to be inside of me.” Satoru grins down at you, while he speeds up his pace. And you add,
“You’re so damn beautiful it’s not fair. Every single day I want to mess up your hair and kiss the stupid goofy grin off your face.” His messy snow-white hair fell into his beautiful blue eyes. Which is like the ocean in its various shades of blue.
The blue of his eyes complimented the pink of his flushed cheeks. While the pink of his cheeks matches the head of his cock. Glancing up from his cock to see him smiling down at you,
“You can do that any time you like. As long as you call me pretty first. But beautiful is reserved for you sweetness. You should see how beautiful you are right now. With your thighs rubbing my cock and your pussy soft and wet against my balls.” The way he groans as he bites into his bottom lip. While you whine,
“I want to feel you on my pussy.” The smirk that overcomes his smile tells you he understands. So when he says,
“But you’re already feeling my balls on your pussy isn’t that enough. Or does my needy princess need more?” Slowly he paces down letting you feel his heavy sack drag along your lips while he thrusts his hips forward.
You say, “Yes please.” And his response of,
“Tell me how much my sweet mama needs my cock. Then you can have it.” You look away only for Satoru to push your legs up by your side into a mating press. Leaning over your body while leaving some space so when you glance between Satoru’s and your body you can see the tip of his cock so close to touching your clit.
His pre-cum dripping from his slit onto your throbbing clit. The sight causes you to move your hips hoping to rub his cockhead with your pussy. And when Satoru pulls his hips back you say,
“Please Satoru your sweet mama needs you to fuck her pussy I’ve been waiting for too damn long dreaming about what your cock looked like based on the big bulge you have when you man-spread like a whore in our private office.” Which is only granted because Satoru is really close to Suguru.
Satoru pulls away while he says, “So you do eye me up like I’m candy.” He grabs the lube and reaches into your drawer to pull out another buttplug. This one is longer, with the ability to pulse and vibrate. And you say,
“There is a remote to that one in there.” Satoru grabs the only remote in your small collection of toys. Before taking his previous place while you grab onto your thighs. While he sets the clean toy, controller, and lube down before pulling the plug out of your ass making you whimper his name. Causing Satoru to groan,
“Can’t wait to feel your pretty pussy around my cock. She looks so pretty all slicked up and ready to take all of my cock.” Kneeling by the edge of your bed and dipping his head to trail kisses along the inside of your left thigh. Getting closer between your legs, only to kiss along your pussy lips. While you whine,
“Satoru please please I want to cum on your cock. I need to have your large body pinning me to the bed, want to know my pussy makes you feel good. Toru you can even cum in me at this point I don’t care just please don’t tease me anymore.” Satoru licks a long stripe up your slit to your clit which he suckles into his mouth.
Swirling his tongue while you tangle your fingers into his hair. And just as quickly as he started Satoru stops, looking up at you from between your legs, he warns you. “Careful now I just might.” Kissing your clit and then pulling away and standing up and walking into your bathroom with the dirty plug.
Walking back into the room with the cleaned-up toy. Which he placed in the drawer before standing in front of you again. Satoru’s gaze slowly drifts down your body as if he is trying his best to memorize it.
Caught up in the moment the words flow off your tongue easily, “Please make a messy creampie out of your mama's pussy.” Grabbing the lube and dildo off the bed, he slicks it up before setting the bottle of lube down. And lining the toy up with your clit. While he asks,
“How can I tell my pretty mama no when she begs so sweetly for me to breed my yummy pussy?” Pressing the tip against your ass while he presses the button to turn it on. You softly moan while he pushes the tip inside of you.
The head thrusts, slipping in and out of your ass. While Satoru watches slipping three of his fingers past your pussy lips. Spreading them apart and spitting inside your pussy before pushing the spit deeper. Biting down on your thigh and groaning when you cry,
“Nnnttoruu.” Pressing soft kisses on the bite the moment he lets your thigh go. While he pushes the toy deeper inside of you, the cool smooth toy rubs and pulses inside of your ass. And when it’s all the way inside the head moves faster, fucking your ass and making your hips writhe.
Satoru stands up, slipping his fingers out of your pussy and flipping you over. Before wrapping his slicked-up fingers around your neck. While he wraps an arm around your waist, lifting you off the bed and pressing your backside to his chest effortlessly.
Turning around and walking over to your dresser, your feet not touching the floor till he closes the small gap. Satoru tells you, “You are going to see what you look like taking my cock for the first time. And even though I want to spoil you after having blue balls for the past two years I need to hear you beg for it a little more.” He lets go of your throat and grabs his cock. While he says,
“Grab onto the dresser.” Doing as told while Satoru lifts you up, bending you over and lining his hips up with yours. Before pushing his tip past your lips and lightly thrusting his hips. While you whine out,
“Please.” Only for Satoru to encourage you by saying,
“You can do it ma, beg for more than just the tip.” Biting into your lip at the pleasure that comes just from having his head stretch your pussy. His cock is hot with a thick head that tugs on your pussy every time he pulls away. Letting go of your bottom lip and looking at Satoru in the mirror while pleading,
“Please fuck me Toru need your cock to fill me up, please. I need more than just the tip please, I promise I’ll take your cock like a good girl, please.” Slowly fucking his cock deeper into you with each word you say until he is balls deep inside of you.
Satoru groans, “Fuck, mama your pussy is too good not to cum in.” You clench around Satoru, your eyes rolling back as you bite into your bottom lip. The girth of his cock stretching your pussy out makes you feel the pulsing dildo trusting inside your ass even more. Satoru chuckles,
“Do I feel that good inside of you, mama? Maybe I can get you addicted to my pretty cock and have you coming back for seconds.” He slowly pulls his hips away only to thrust his cock deep inside of you with one quick rough push.
A small wave of panic washes over you with the intense pleasure bringing with it that thought that you might not handle his pent-up excitement too well. With the real possibility that every thrust is too much for your pussy to handle. But when Satoru groans,
“That’s it cry for me princess, is the pleasure too much for you to handle? You are already doing so good for me.” The desperate need to do whatever it took to have him praise you replacing the panic. While you give into the building pressure between your legs letting it drown you instead of trying to fight it to withstand it.
Satoru groans, “Princess I can feel the toy vibrating inside your pretty ass. While your pussy is getting tighter, are you going to be a good mama and cream on my cock for me? Let me feel your pretty pussy clenching while I fill you full of cum.” Picking up speed with everything thrust scattering your thoughts as a string of moans slip past your lips.
Telling you, “So beautiful and all mine isn’t that right? Your sweet moans, puffy nipples, stretch mark, the curve of your waist, and your drooling pussy all belong to?” His possessiveness you flush with heat as you finally realize that Satoru might be serious about more than just one night.
Sobbing to Satoru, “Your’s! It’s always been yours it’s why I can’t say yes to a single guy who asks me out. Because they aren’t you. Please Satoru need you to cum, please, cum please cuuuumm.” He lets out a string of curses as thick white hot cum spurts out of his cock. And he whines,
“It’s not fair your pussy it too damn good making me cum too quickly. But before my cock softens maybe I can stuff your ass too.” He slips his cock out, his thick cum trailing after it. And Satoru quickly pulls the toy out of your ass and slips his cock inside. Pausing and letting out a sob of,
“Fuck your ass it’s too tight. Mmm fuck I’m too sensitive.” Satoru takes some steps back, sitting on the edge of the bed while he adds, “I wanted to fuck you some more, see you cum one more time before we stopped.” He grabs your legs and spread them apart. Before grabbing the wand left on the bed and turning it on its strongest setting, then pressing it to your clit. He asks,
“Do you think you can cum while keeping my sensitive cock warm with your sweet soft ass?” He rubs small circles into your clit while he stuffs two of his fingers past your lips. And you can see yourself in the mirror, spread out on his lap. While he plays with your pussy and keeps your ass stuffed.
Whining, “I can be a good girl and cum for you. Fuck your fingers feel so good and your cock is so deep. Want to cum so badly please my pretty toru keep rubbing my sweet spot just like that.” Something about the way he watches you in the mirror has you squirming underneath his gaze. He repeats,
“Your pretty toru?” Before adding, “Mm call me that again, whose owns that pretty cock stuffed inside your ass? And who is playing with your sweet little princess pussy?” You don’t think you should be able to cum that quickly but as you whimper,
“You’re my pretty toru, and I have my handsome cock stuffed up my ass while you finger your cum deeper into my pussy. I want to do this every night with you, want you to spoil me, want to make you cum instead of letting you jerk off.” That peak washes over your quickly, leaving you trembling in Satoru’s lap. While he coos,
“That’s it, good girl.” Satoru takes the wand off your clit and slips his fingers out of your pussy. Setting the wand to the side and grabbing your hips slowly lifting you off his softening cock.
Easily he cradles you to his chest, taking you to the bathroom where he sets you on the toilet. And the exhaustion hits you all at once as you close your eyes, all too eager to climb back into bed. Satoru brags,
“I told you I would tire you out, don’t worry we can have a movie marathon tomorrow after I take you out for breakfast. I know you don’t like crowded places so we can get our food to eat at the park. That is if you don’t mind walking with me some more.” Finishing and wiping as you hear the water rush into the sink. You stand up and softly mumble,
“Mmm mmm can mama.” While Satoru presses a warm rag to your neck, cleaning the lube that had gotten on your throat from his hands. Satoru chuckles,
“Oh sweetness are you that tired? It’s a good thing I’m here to take care of beautiful sleepy mama like yourself.” You can’t muster up more than another soft groan. While Satoru softly wipes your body clean with the rag. Before sweeping you off your feet, carrying you to bed.
Placing you on your feet next to the bed, so he can pull back the covers. Less than a second after he does you quickly climb into bed. Laying down on the fair side to give Satoru enough room to climb in. And pouting when he doesn’t, instead covering you with the sheets. He tells you,
“Don’t worry mama, I’m getting you some water, cleaning my cock off then I’m cuddling you.” He leans down and softly kisses your forehead, the tip of your nose, and both cheeks before pressing his lips to your own. Lingering and softly moaning against your lips before pulling away and walking out with the wine glass while you call after him,
“Hurry, I miss you.” Satoru comes back with a large grin on his face. While he tells you,
“I was just in here covering you with kisses after making sweet filthy love to you and you’re saying you miss me? You’re already too spoiled and needy my princess, I love it. You should crave me more, then maybe you will want me as much as I need you.” He hands you the glass of water which you take a few big gulps of before setting aside. While you tell Satoru,
“I need you to cuddle me.” While he walks into the bathroom. Where you hear the water rushing. While he cleans himself he tells you,
“Soon enough princess.” Coming back into the room he adds, “I won’t let you go until noon.” He quickly makes his way to the bed, slipping under the covers, and letting out a heavy sigh. Before wrapping a heavy arm around you, pulling your body to his.
Only to roll on top of you, while keeping too much of his body weight from crushing you, he presses you into the mattress. You can hear the laughter in his voice while he says,
♡genre: established relationship , romance, fluff, smut
♡warnings: +18 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬!! MDNI!! fluff,slow to rough sex, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, cutenames ( my love, beautiful, good girl, princess), pwp(barley there plot) , sub!reader & dom!Nanami [ i think thats it pls let me know if i missed anything :) ]
This tiktok inspired this headcanon😭🤞🏾
So we all know that Nanami doesn't go on vacation, he's a certified workaholic but if he does it's only because his best girl wants him with her, of course he brings his work with him, online meetings and all of that.
When his beautiful angel of a girlfriend offers to go out for lunch he absolutely cannot resist the pout on her plump lips and the way her sundress flows around her frame, he just has to go with you.
So now here you are hand in hand enjoy the breeze and the sun on your skin. Matching outfits making your pictures so much better.
Having lunch on the deck was amazing until the waitress kept trying to flirt with your man.
Key word TRYING because nanami was not giving her the time of day, keeping his eyes on you playing with your hand.
"Excuse me sir what would you like anything off of our special menu" she said leaning closer to him
Before you could tell her off Nanami moved his chair closer to you so you could sit side by side.
"No, how about you my love, I'll have whatever you're getting" Nanami said kissing your shoulder as he pulled your arm closer to his chest.
"I'll get a chicken salad, fries and lasagna please" you said smiling at the waitress
"Can we also get one mango, pineapple smoothie two waters and a new waiter, thanks" Nanami said not even looking at the woman as she scoffed and stomped away.
Lunch went perfect after the change and the next place to go was the private pool attached to your suite.
When the occasion does arise for Nanami to go on holiday he goes for luxury and comfort over anything especially once you two got together.
And the most important thing about a good vacation is privacy.
A dip in the pool turned into a playful water fight splashing about, laughter being carried by the wind, the sun turning the water droplets on your skin into stars, making Nanami fall deeper in love with you, as you tried to swim away Nanami pulled you into his arms basically lifting your body halfway out of water.
Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, one hand weaving your fingers through his hair, your acrylics scratching his scalp making him close his eyes and hum in satisfaction.
Taking this opportunity you leaned down and kissed him the kiss you shared intensified his tongue making its way into your mouth.
His hands roamed around your body switching between squeezing your thighs and your ass not knowing which to choose. The heat growing within your bodies contrasted with the cool water surrounding the both of you making you want to get closer to each other, closer than the way you already were.
Breaking away from the kiss the both of you breathing heavily trying to catch your breath.
"Let's go inside" you said as you kissed his neck loving the way his body felt against yours.
Nanami walked to the edge of the pool sitting you down on the edge so you could stand up. Making your way to the room you started stripping your bikini making a show out of it, taking off your bikini top you tossed it over your shoulder hearing it his the floor behind you, as you reached for the ties on the side of you bikini bottoms you heard Nanami get closer to you.
You giggled as Nanami led you into the room. His entire body was pressed to your back and you nearly moaned as he sucked on your neck.
“Gimme a kiss,” Nanami murmurs, deep voice low in your ear. Turning your body around he picked you up his hands are on your hips, fingers digging into the softness of your skin walking towards the bed until his knees hit the bed. Breaking the kiss he remained quiet as he tossed you onto the bed and spread your creamy, brown thighs.
A low, hungry growl rumbled in his chest as he stared down at your pussy. Licking his lips, he started to go down to have a taste, but stopped as an idea came to him. "Baby, want you to put your pussy on my face." He laid down on the bed and beckoned for you to come.
Biting your lip, not sure if you could do what was asked of you. You let out a squeak when he grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you over to him. Untying the strings of your bikini so quickly that you didn't notice.
Lifting you up easily, he placed you into his lap and grabbed your chin. Nanami pulled you in for a deep, slow kiss that left you panting and wanting more. His dark eyes had a serious glow in them as he firmly said, "Sit. On. My. Face."
Your hands grabbed the headboard of the bed almost immediately at the feeling of his hot tongue swirling over your puffy folds, The sight of Nanami underneath you was honestly one of the sexiest things ever. Your head fell back as your felt you walls beginning to quiver on his tongue.
It's messy the way he eats you, dragging his tongue over your clit as he pushes back your thighs. your folds spread out allowing him to push his tongue between your tight walls.
he moans as your pussy tightens around his muscle. he slurps your cream, fucking you with his tongue.
"fuck, you taste good" he breathes, "you're fucking soaked." he's drunk on you, his fingers dig into your thighs as he buries his face deeper in your folds.
"feels so good" you pant, tangling your fingers in his hair. he groans as he closes his lips around your clit, sucking your swollen bud and reducing you to a moaning mess. "fuck, Kento," you gasp. your thighs twitch under his fingers as a heat fills your body.
You gush over his mouth, rocking on his lips, cumming. your lips part to let out sweet moans of his name.
Nanami made slurping sounds as he devoured you. Your sweet taste dripping down his chin as he found pleasure in hearing your cries and moans as his tongue worked orgasm after orgasm from your pretty cunt. His fingers came up to slide into your sticky hole as his lips closed your swollen, protruding clit.
Thighs trembled around his head as he pulled another orgasm from you with his greedy tongue. "Ken, baby...I can't anymore." You tried to lift yourself up, but his fingers dug into your plush thighs, yanking you back down onto his hungry lips.
"One more beautiful. Give me one more and I'll be satisfied." Nanami was drunk off your taste. He could be smothered by your thighs all day if he could. Sucking your tender clit back into his mouth, he flicked his tongue over it as his fingers pushed back inside, thrusting in and out of you and making loud squelching sounds.
Your mouth dropped open into a silent scream as you ground your hips down onto his lips, his tongue sliding over your weeping pussy. Gazing back down at his face, the sight was enough to make you cum hard on his tongue.
Nanami tried to catch every last drop of your sweet release, but some managed to drip down his chin and cheeks as he swallowed what fell into his mouth. He gave your pussy a few gentle licks before let you fall limply to the side. "I needed that." He said as he sat up. "Thank you, baby." Nanami kissed your forehead
Situating himself in front of you he started lifting your legs around his waist. Looking at him with basically hearts in your eyes your eyes glanced down you didn't realise that his swimming trunks were long gone.
" How are you feeling my love" Nanami asked as he kissed your chest making his way up to your lips.
"So good Nami~"you sighed loving the feeling of his weight on your body.
“Gonna let me fuck you, baby?” He asks against your mouth, trailing his lips down your neck and kissing your skin gently.
He pulls back for a moment, just long enough to situate himself comfortably between your thighs and align himself with your entrance.
And then he’s pushing into you slowly, making you feel every single inch of it.
Your mouth drops open and your legs wind around his hips, pulling him even deeper than before. He’s pressing against every sensitive spot inside you and it feels heavenly. "You' re taking it so good" he sucks in a breath, his voice deep and calm as he works his thick length into you. "good girl" he praises you, pulling out slowly only to work his thick cock back into your throbbing cunt.
“so good baby, you take me so well”
“you like being stuffed with my cock, huh?" he groans out as your eyes roll back in pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby. Feel so good....shit you’re like heaven.” He rasps the words against your throat, lips trailing up over your skin to rest on yours for a quick moment before he pulls back to gaze into your eyes.
“I love you, pretty girl, you're just so good for me.”
Your heart swells at the praise you lean up to kiss him, gasping against his lips when he pulls his hips back and slams them forward.
Kento! ” you’re gasping, high pitched and whiney with your lungs desperate for breath. they expand wide between your rib cage and the mattress your boyfriend has you pressed into— all of his weight, heavy over you and his chest against you. “‘m gonna…gonna— oh fuck, baby! gonna make me cum.” you cry still sensitive from your previous high.
Nanami laughs, his warm breath tingling gently against the shell of your ear— contrasting with the force behind each of his calculated thrusts, hips lunging forward to push his fat cock deeper along your soaked squishy walls, “uhuh, you close, angel? can tell with how your greedy little pussy clenches around me,” as if in queue, his seedy, blistering tip nudges new pleasure spots along the ridges of your insides— making you seize up and ripple around the stretch of Kento's girth. He chokes on a moan that sends dopamine crackling across your brain. "Lift your hips up for me princess" Nanami says right in your ear making your head spin.
you do your best to lift your hips , shuddering at how his luscious blonde hair tickles your shoulders as he quickly slips a pillow under your bruised hips to keep you arched how he wants. the new angle has your cunt squelching with lewd suction noises every time Nanami pushes into you, and his rough fingers slip between your mess of sweaty and arousal stained limbs to fumble with your swollen clit as blood rushes to it. You barely have any room to breathe between the way Kento fucks you and the way he touches you— treading on the thin line of euphoria and losing your sanity.
“Be a good girl, be my pretty girl and cum f’me, I wanna see your eyes when you cum for me baby. ” he slurs against your skin, practically drooling as his heavy length hits deep and churns up your insides— cockhead never letting up on your abused g-spot. “that’s it, make a mess for me, fuck. You're my good fucking girl.” He moans throwing your legs over his shoulders and pressing deeper into you.
“i can’t, can’t. K-ken-!” clawing at the sheets, your tiny mewls become louder, heftier and fill the room with their song combined with the wet slaps of skin on skin and bed creaking beneath the weight of sex. You let your head fall back against soft pillows beneath you, mouth hanging wide open when your orgasm washes over you in a wave that threatens to drown you. The knot in your stomach unravels way too quickly, and you gush clear streams of your arousal straight from your pussy.
“fuck, you’re squirting,” Nanami sounds elated, drawing wide and fast circles on your clit, never letting up with his thrusts no matter how much you squirt because he’s just so thick, so heavy that all his cock does is plug you full. “That’s it baby, lemme see you fall apart on me. uhhuh, you like that?” cooing condescendingly, he only slips deeper inside the heat of your puffy pussy as clear streams of arousal bathe his cock, your entrance clinging to every vein on his shaft.
He leaves you a drooling twitching mess against the crushed sheets, pressing his hips flat against your pelvis to grind into you in slow circles. “wan’ you to cum baby, please Kenni. cum inside me, please.” You beg, hiccuping and twisting the duvet between your shaky fingers. you squeal as Nanami picks up the pace, your arousal splashing against his tummy and pelvis, fat drops of it running down to the sheets.
His thrusts were sloppier, signaling his release. You clenched your walls around him as he kept hitting that sweet spot that made your eyes roll back, your stomach tighten and your hips buck against his.
With one last sloppy thrust he spilled himself into you, milking every single drop of his cum. Your body dissolved into pleasure, coming undone underneath the man you love.
Kissing your ankle where an anklet with both of your initials lay he trailed his hands all over your body helping relax your muscles as he praised you for being oh so sweet for him. Barely hearing a word he was saying you relished in the warmth of his kisses and the feeling of his hands massaging your thighs.
"I'm going to draw us a bath okay love" Nanami said as he slowly pulled away from you making you wine at the loss of contact.
"I'll be quick" he said as he went to the bathroom, the sound of the water running combined with the smell of lavender made you feel more relaxed, your body sinking into the bed.
"Princess you can't go to sleep just yet" Nanami said with a small laugh, you just looked so soft surround by the pillows, your body curved around the duvet the sun making the whole situation look like it was straight out of a movie.
"mhm" you said not really having the energy to reply without realising it Nanami came to the bed and picked you up as if you weighed nothing. This made you laugh as you were caught by surprise from the sudden rush of air.
As you made your way to the bath Nanami set you down on the counter. "Beautiful, I forgot towels, I'll be right back" he said as he kissed you before walking out.
Jumping off the counter you quickly used the toilet and cleaned up a bit before he came back. Looking in the mirror you saw the complete hot mees he left you. Braids in a tangled mess, hickies scattered all over your neck and chest going down your stomach as you looked back at your face your lip gloss from earlier was basically non existent, eyes hooded with content and a small smile on your face. Nanami walked back in with not only towels but also two bottles of water.
"Ready?" he asked as he set everything down on the counter.
"yep" you smiled back as you made your way to the steaming bubble bath. Sliding in you sighed in complete bliss as the water surround you. Hearing Nanami get in behind you you leaned back into his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
"I love you Kento" you smiled back at him.
"I love you too my darling princess" he said as he kissed you.
A/n: so part two of ma Belle evangeline is coming soon I just really need to get this off my mind as soon as I saw that tik tok I just had to do something about it. this turned out longer than I thought 💀buuut I still love it, please let me know what you think, like share and comment <3
P.S please let me know if you want to be tagged in my future fics or part 2 of ma Belle evangeline
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