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[kenzieluvdnanami]

— AND I GOT A SECRET THAT I WON'T TELL NOBODY,

mckenzie. twenty. she/her/that b*tch. officially nanami's sexy zimbabwean wife. marketing undergrad. chief procrastinator. lover of all things pink. side blog to @kenzieluvsyou. r&b enthusiast. INACTIVE - new acc @mckenzieluvsnanami ♡

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latest :: he's a hobos*xual!? (toji)

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NSFW (18+) — enjin's worst habit

everyone has bad habits, whether it be nail biting, smoking or spending absurd amounts of money on blind boxes that never quite seemed to be able to fill the deep void that grew inside of them...

luckily for you, your boyfriend suffered from all three bad habits, but there was actually another…quirk of his that was the most conflicting.

conflicting in the sense that it always happened when you were too far gone to argue with it, fingers tangled in the messy crop of his golden strands or scrunched sheets of the bed—eyes glazed over, leg pinned up somewhere, wet SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK getting louder with each snap of his hips against your own.

and then it comes. “hey pretty girl…”

you watch the way the black and red ink twisted around his arms, grip on the headboard making the wood buckle a little.

“look at you being so loud f’me. what are you saying gorgeous?”

his eyes flit back up to you. “what do you think my sweet girl’s saying? kinda sounds like ‘i love you, i love you, i loooo-"

“s-shut up!" you finally managed to choke out, irritation melting back into a mindless bliss with each press of his length, slight curve making you shudder from how full you felt.

yes, dear reader. your boyfriend’s arguably worst (yet weirdly endearing?) habit was his propensity to talk not just to you, but also to your warm, drooling pussy.

i mean, it was no secret that enjin loved to run his fucking mouth but for the target audience to be your currently stuffed entrance was definitely something that took some getting used to.

you still weren’t used to it to this day, and that was what seemed to make enjin enjoy doing it even more, amber eyes rolling with little malice as he used his other hand to hold onto the crease of your waist, pressing you back onto him with an increasing fervor.

“you’re right, rude to speak over my second favorite girl. let's have her speak for herself.”

and he went quiet, your face getting warm at the lasciviously loud sounds of your slick dripping around his length and smacking against your skin, pillow stuffed underneath you forcing your back into an even deeper arch than normal.

“hngggh, s-so deeeeep!” you slurred, unable to hold back the soft moans that snuck their way out, nails scratching along the inked forearms that caged you underneath him.

“I ammmm, aren’t i?” the hand that was on your waist pressed down on the lower side of your belly, low groan from the added pressure of his hand making it feel like he was even deeper. “can feel me all the way up in here, can’t you?”

“you like that? actually, you don’t even need to say anything…she’s doing all the talkin’ for you.”

and he winked, walls so tight around him it felt like you were trying to milk him dry, pace getting a little uneven making you question whether he was more pussydrunk or you were more dickmatized—sliver of drool leaking out onto the side of your face almost equivalent to the slight furrow of his brow, pooling warmth in your stomach starting to get warmer and warmer with every dull thud of the headboard against the wall.

“enjinnnn!” you whined, breath starting to stutter as two tattooed fingers moved to press against the swell of your bottom lip, sliding against your tongue—lips wrapping tight around the digits automatically, long strand of saliva pulling out from your mouth breaking away as his wet fingers swirling small circles on your clit.

“fuck, you’re close, aren’t you? my sweet girl’s about to make a mess all over me, isn’t she?”

and she did, indeed, make a mess.

i’m talking wet gush leaking out over his lower half and the dark bedsheets, walls pulsing around him as he continued to press into you, eyes blinking open to watch the way his eyes cross slightly before he spills up into you—so full from the mixture of your combined release stuffed into you that you felt bloated, legs twitching around his tall frame before he pulled out.

“…she’s a real messy girl, ain’t she?”

you rolled your eyes.

your boyfriend had a bad habit.

but unlike the other ones, you weren’t so quick to try and fix it.

a/n : officially throwing my hat into the gachiakuta ff scene hehehe. this account is now officially a #enjin fan page, like that is my new blond husband…

[kenzieluvdnanami]

yeah yeah new account @mckenzieluvsnanami we get it...

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

NSFW (18+)

five drink nanami kento was always a treat to experience, a rarity in the same way that finding money that had been long forgotten about in the pocket of your jacket was or finally getting a discount on the shoes you’d highkey been cyberstalking for like a week straight.

in short, it was a rare occasion but one that was very, very much welcome whenever the situation presented itself.

said situation being now, warmth of the cab making you feel sleepy, short dress riding up even shorter as you nuzzled closer into him.

it was the early hours of the morning, short gap between where the day ended and a new one began being the perfect time to leave the dimly lit bar you'd dragged him to after work, one glass turning into a couple, honey brown eyes raking over your frame, lidded with a hazy lust that told you that you needed to get back home immediately—for both of your sakes.

the cab was quiet, generic radio station playing a song that was nestled in the deep archives of your thousand-song long playlist, humming quietly to yourself as his hand rested on your inner thigh, thick finger toying with the hem of your dress.

“this is my favorite dress,” he murmured into your ear, voice even slower than usual, trace of the strong liquor he'd been sipping clinging on his breath.

you hummed, leaning closer into his touch. “and why is that?”

“`because i can do…this.” and his hand moved up your dress to ghost over your panties.

you bit back a whimper in response, grateful for the way the darkness of the cab concealed the current position you were in.

you felt the weight of his stare on you, rough pads of his middle and ring fingers pressing down onto the fabric—moving up and up before stopping over your clit.

“tell me no.” he breathed, fingers starting to move in small circles, inhibition worn smooth from the coarseness of the whisky, need weaving its way into every fibre of his being.

you shivered, letting your legs splay out just a little wider, smaller hand wrapping around his wrist.

“keep going..." you mumbled, trying to keep your voice, gaze nervously flicking up to the rearview mirror, only to find the driver's eyes locked onto the road.

so he continued, fingers hooking into your underwear, pushing aside the fabric before immediately sinking two thick fingers into you—other hand tilting your face towards him, close enough that your breath mingled with his, your eyes fluttering shut with each press of his fingers.

“we should stop.” but then he twisted his hand so his heel could rub up against the small bundle of nerves, words being a clear contraction of his actions, your hand tightening around his wrist at his hesitance, nails digging into the skin a little.

"don’t you dare fucking stop.” you muttered, not missing the way his jaw ticked at your tone—fingers curling up, pressing against your walls with a sloppiness unique only to three drink nanami, searching over the tight muscle to find…this.

and he knew he was in the right spot because you did that thing, the thing you always do whenever he hit your sweetspot, face going lax whilst your body went stiff—lazy smile drawing his lips tight, pressing over the same place again and again and again.

his eyes looked over your head. “we’re almost home.”

“fuck, m’close—"

“you think you can finish before we get back?”

“y-yes. just keep doing t-that. and talking. keep talking.”

he let his head drop down a little further, voice dropping down to a whisper in your ear.

“wanted to do this all night. from the moment you put that dress on.”

you bit his shirt sleeve to stop yourself from drawing more attention to yourselves than you already had, saliva wetting the stiff fabric, thin cotton letting you feel the taut skin tense under your canines, breath uneven as you felt warmth pool low in your belly.

“love getting you like this," he continued, pressing a kiss just under your ear. "couldn’t wait till we got back. i'm sorry.”

“d-don’t be sorry,” you spoke, muffled into his bicep, eyes fluttering shut when you finally reached your peak, legs clamping tight around his hand as a tear ran down your cheek.

the car lurched to a stop, your husband’s other hand moving to fish out a couple notes… wait, no, that’s actually all the money in his wallet he was now giving to the driver, a knowing glance flitting over you as he wished the two of you a good evening.

yeah. five drink nanami was fun.

...and wildly irresponsible with money.

a/n :: inspired by that episode of b99 where they go to boyle's beach house and we get introduced to the santiago drunkenness scale 😭

[kenzieluvdnanami]

new account: @mckenzieluvsnanami 😋

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

NSFW (18+)

it was nasty, sheets pulled out from where they had once been neatly tucked in—soft skin dusted with a light sheen of perspiration, head drooping down slightly with each brush of nanami kento's slightly curved length against that gooey spot in your walls making you shudder underneath him.

it'd been what, almost two hours since you'd started, not sure how your body still had enough moisture to be soaked both inside and out, having been flipped from front to back and licked and nipped at from head to toe.

he had you on all fours, knees trembling slightly after a particularly low dip in your stomach. you were struggling to properly keep your head up, moments away from slumping forward completely when the corded muscle of his forearm moved round your side to allow his hand to cup your jaw, right under your neck. his touch was light yet strong enough to tip your head back, easing the tension that had been building in your neck.

his other hand tightened its hold on your waist, voice raspy against the shell of your ear. "just one more for me, okay? you can do that for me, i know you can."

"y-y're just so deeeeep," you groaned, hips moving back anyway, soft plap plap plap each time his hips met your own gradually increasing in speed.

"nothing you haven't done before." he murmured and gently he turned you over, your back now against the mattress and he was still buried up to the hilt inside of you, honey-brown eyes lazy and lidded as he pressed against the lower pudge of your belly.

"you feel me all the way up here?" he pressed a little harder, lips curving up in a small smile at the way you squirmed underneath him. 

"does it feel good?"

his hand snaked back up to your throat, hand just resting over the exposed flesh.

you nodded, lashes fluttering against your cheeks. "soooooo good."

and he chuckled, low rumble vibrating in his chest—hand moving up to squish your cheeks into a soft pout.

"you are so cute like this."

and that's how you knew you looked awful—mascara clinging to your lower lashes, flyaway hairs stuck to the sides of your face, sliver of drool crusting at your chin.

you clenched your jaw when you felt that dip in your stomach, instincitvally moving to inch away from him, but his grip on your waist was tight, pinning you flat against the mattress.

"breathe honey." he reminded you, rubbing soothing circles into the curve of your side. "don't run from it. let me take care of you."

"too-shit—much!" you clawed out, the layered sensation of your previous orgasms making this next one feel so raw, every nerve in your body feeling alight, legs already twitching in anticipation.

"doing so well sweetheart." he moved your hand to let your fingers ghost over your clit, brain taking a moment to catch up before you started to rub messy circles over it, previous release coating your fingers with each swirl.

"just like that." he praised and the words washed over your body like warm water, it only taking a couple more strokes before you gushed all over him, small sob leaving your lips as you leaked out over his length with such an intensity you were worried he might slip right outta you from how wet your walls were. 

"so perfect for me..." his voice wavered a little and you caught it, the way he throbbed against your walls making you moan.

you raked a hand against his stomach, the sensation of your nails trailing over his skin breaking the thin veil of restraint that he was still holding onto, groan deep and guttural when he finally filled you up, sheets stained beyond belief from having been exposed to literally every bodily fluid possible.

he slowly lowered himself onto you, face an inch away from your own as he brushed a hand over your face, pushing away the stray strands. 

"beautiful."

you weakly pushed at his chest. "y'sticky..."

he shook his head in mild amusement. "bath?"

"please."

a/n :: lil rusty... pls bare with me 🫩

[kenzieluvdnanami]

new account: @mckenzieluvsnanami 🙋🏽‍♀️

[kenzieluvdnanami]

sooooo i have good news and bad news.....

bad news: im lowk abandoning this account 😁✌🏾

good news: because im moving to my new account!!!!

hope to see you all at @mckenzieluvsnanami (using my #government this time ooop 🫪)

love you guys <33333

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

NSFW (18+) — toji turning chubby!reader into a waterpark

you like love being thick, truly, you do—soft thighs and belly looking so cute in the tight little shorts you loved to wear, stretched printed text across your chest moving up slightly as you crossed your arms.

because sometimes it felt like someone, more namely toji fushiguro, liked it more than you did.

“…why are you looking at me like that?” you furrowed your brow, turning around to face the sprawled out mass of a man behind you, not even bothering to pretend that he hadn’t been staring at the way the shorter cut of your pants let your ass hang out a bit, still able to see the way the skin moved with each sway of your hips, scarred lips raising up in a small smirk.

“like what?” he put his hands out, guiding you to sit on his lap, thighs spread out over his. “like you’re beautiful? because you are.”

you felt your cheeks warm, head turning away from the intensity of his stare.

“why are you being all nice now...” you murmured, low hum leaving your lips from the feeling of his large palms running over the plush of your thighs, moving up slowly to smooth over the curve of your ass, his hips twitching up just so.

“m’always nice aren’t i?” his head tilted back against the back of the sofa he was sat on, tongue laving over his bottom lip.

“especially when y’sat on me like this.” he squeezed over the denim.

his hands moved to rest over your shirt, hands cupping the swell of your chest, thumbs moving over your nipples.

“no bra?”

you shivered under his touch, fabric of your shirt creating the perfect amount of friction against his thumbs—back arching slightly to chase his hands.

“it’s t-too hot,” you pressed your lips together, biting back the moans that threatened to escape your mouth, hips slowly grinding themselves down onto his lap, warmth starting to pool low in your stomach with each movement.

“i like it,” he replied, moving off from your chest with a final pinch, frustrated sigh fanning out over his face after his hands moved to still your waist.

“why—"

“get on the bed.”

you blinked at him.

“m’too old for that humping shit. now take off those shorts so i can show my favorite girl some love.”

☆

if this was how he had to go, toji would have no complaints—thick thighs wrapped tight around both sides of his head as he dove mouth first into your pussy, flat of his tongue tickling low against the crease of your ass before trailing over your leaking entrance, tip of his tongue curling into a point before swirling over your clit, lips circling over the small bundle of nerves before sucking hard, legs tightening even more with each torturous suck.

“shitshit—wait m’going to—“

he forced your legs open to pull his head back, lower half of his mouth glistening with your own slick, hand moving down to give your ass a sharp smack.

“you tryin’ to kill me now gorgeous?” you hid your head in your hands, incredibly embarrassed at the almost instinctual nature of the way your legs had wrapped around him. “mind you it wouldn’t be too bad of a way to go…”

“you are not funny,” you groaned, hating the fact that you could feel yourself getting even wetter at just the sound of his basketball shorts hitting the ground, hands moving from your face to be greeted by the sight of his dick, pale skin flushed at the tip, mouth watering a little at the pearly bead of pre that dribbled down the shaft—thick wad of spit splashing into his palm before he gave himself a few short strokes, jade eyes meeting your own as he pushed each thigh apart and pressed into you, shared exhale leaving both of your lips when he finally bottomed out.

the stretch was familiar yet still came with a dull ache, walls already squeezing around him so tight you weren’t sure he was going to be able to pull out and fuck you properly.

his hands pressed into your waist, giving him leverage to pull himself out and press back into you—pace slowly building, skin jiggling with each thrust, smack of his skin against your own sounding downright pornographic.

“god you’re fuckin’ sexy like this,” he gritted out, pressing one of your legs flat against the mattress, moving the other with a hand to press your knee into your chest, automatically stretching out to let your ankle rest onto his shoulder. the new position let him hit even deeper, headboard knocking into the wall at a pace was probably disturbing the dust that had collected on the flat of it, spring cleaning having never felt quite this good.

“goooood girl,” he purred, hand moving from pressing down the leg flat against the mattress, pressing on the lower pudge of your stomach, drawn out groan vibrating in your throat from the additional pressure his fingers added. “deep up in here, aren’t i?”

“s-so fucking deeeep!” you basically drooled, his hand now massaging over where he was buried inside of you, your hands moving up to touch your chest, own hands stroking over your top not feeling as good as toji’s did a few moments before.

his eyes flicked back up from where the two of you were connected to watch you pull up the sheer fabric of your top, your own eyes blown out wide as you pressed two fingers flat against your tongue, fingers moving back down to pinch at your nipples, thumb and finger teasing them into hardening peaks.

you heard a low groan slip out of his mouth.

“could watch you do this all damn day…” he muttered, mouth nipping at your ankle. “you makin’ yourself feel good? using' me to get yourself off?”

“feels so good toji, so good!” you felt a sliver of drool leak out from your mouth, eyes watering from how fucking good everything felt, breath starting to get caught up in your lungs with each press of his hips, low dip in your stomach making you pulse around him.

he chuckled. “mmhmm, i know it does pretty girl. feels so good that you’re ’bout to cum, aren’t you?”

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak—forcing your eyes to stay open, eyes locked back onto his as you finally fell off that tall ledge, warmth pooling in your stomach, slick leaking out onto his length.

well actually squirting out, with a force that you’d probably feel embarrassed about post-coitus but couldn’t care about less in the moment, pleasure only getting more and more intense as he continued to press up into you, unfazed by the unexpected baptism you’d blessed him with, slight furrow of his brow being the only warning you got before he spilled up into you albeit with less mess, thick cream plugging you up so deep it felt like the liquid was pushing back against your walls, keeping you stretched around him.

his pace eventually started to slow, thrusts getting shallower and shallower before he fully pulled out.

“you’re a fuckin’ waterpark now?” his voice lacked any real bite, last remnants of strength being used to slap his arm, soft scoff exhaled into your pillow.

he shrugged, rolling over to lay next to you. “m’not complaining…”

“you better not be.”

“i actually think it’s hot. you done that before?”

you turned to face him.

“how would you feel if i said yes?”

he scrunched his lip a little. “mad.”

you raised a brow.

“mad cause you’ve been keepin’ it from me this whole time. that’s just plain old cruel now…”

you rolled your eyes.

“sometimes i question why i’m even still with you.”

“‘cause i can make you do that.”

you huffed. “it was one time!”

a/n :: finally got a crop top that was tight enough to wear without a bra and #wow ive never felt so free

[kenzieluvdnanami]

what's this? oh nothing... just a little taste of what we've got cooking on the new account...

[kenzieluvdnanami]

sooooo i have good news and bad news.....

bad news: im lowk abandoning this account 😁✌🏾

good news: because im moving to my new account!!!!

hope to see you all at @mckenzieluvsnanami (using my #government this time ooop 🫪)

love you guys <33333

[kenzieluvdnanami]

guess who passed their culinary exam ? btw i love ur yummy nanami works he’s literally my man. ok now i’ll kiss u and goon on u no homo bye bye

omg CONGRATS BAEEEEEE!!!! that is actually so sexy likeeeeee yes chef 🤭🤭🤭

[kenzieluvdnanami]

☆ NSFW (18+) ☆

you could feel the suspension of the car creaking, legs beginning to cramp as you slooooowly bounced up and down on your husband, nanami kento.

he was leant back, tie loosened and seat reclined—grip loose on your waist as his hips raised up to meet yours, each stroke filling you so deeply.

“ohmygoddd—” your voice was a high-pitched whine, hand smushed against the fogged window.

it was your lunch break, body hungry for more than food as you wordlessly dragged your husband to the underground car park by his tie; brown eyes narrow with suspicion until the two of you entered his car, a hand reaching to push the seat backwards before you straddled his waist, panties and tights yanked off in one swift movement as you reached for his belt.

“you know, we don’t have long,” he murmured, casually checking his watch whilst you undid his zipper and pushed down his slacks, just enough so your hands could grasp his hardening length; face lit-up with an eagerness you were sure your boss wishes you had for completing the growing stack of reports on your desk.

you felt him shudder underneath you, mouth dry with anticipation as you lowered yourself down, spongey walls expanding around his thick girth.

your head drooped forward slowly, his large palms stopping you from becoming completely limp, helping you to push yourself down—his teeth digging down hard into the softness of his lip when you finally bottomed out, inhaling harshly as you began to move.

“we’ve got—hhcckk—enough time-” you spluttered, slow pace making it more pleasurable, slight curve of his cock letting him hit even deeper.

“hmmm,” you could see his brow crease slightly as you continued to move against him, leaking tip rubbing up against your sweet spot in just the right way.

“—let’s make sure we aren’t late then.”

he pulled you down onto his lap, walls clenched tight around him as he continued to rut up into you.

“how does that feel honey?” he rasped, jaw clenched as he took over from your slower pace, hips moving feverishly as you curled into his chest.

“nghhh—good ken, good!” you babbled, drool spilling out from the side of your mouth. you were close and you could tell he was too, abdomen tensing as you trembled around him.

“you’re gonna finish with me?” his pace was sloppy, wet glide of his cock filling the car with obscene sounds as his grip became bruising on your waist.

“yesyesyes!”

it only took a few more strokes until he spilled inside of you, you falling apart soon after—thick finish trickling down your thighs as you spasmed around him, drawn out groan leaving both of your lips as you sat still for a moment.

“—still got 5 minutes left.”

☆

you walked back into the office, legs still slightly shaky as you sat back at your desk. you had stopped by the bathroom before settling down, smoothing down a couple stray hairs and wiping away a smudge of lipstick.

perfect. you looked normal, totally not suspicious at all.

you were just about to sign on, fingers hovering over your keyboard, when you felt a sharp set of blue eyes boring into the back of your head.

“…what do you want gojo,” you didn’t even bother turning around, keyboard clicking as you continued filling in your report.

“me? well, its just that—” he paused, getting up to waltz over to your desk. he leaned down over you, voice low so that only you could hear, and said:

“...you do know your car isn't soundproof, rightttt?”

a/n: technically could be a continuation of this drabble 😜

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☆ HE'S A... HOBOS*XUAL !?!

-> NSFW (18+), roommate!toji (wow so original i know), p in v, slapping + degrādation (m!receiving), role reversal, pet names (baby, gorgeous etc.) // wc 1.4k

it was close to midnight when you heard the door to your apartment creak open, toji fushiguro's hulking frame waltzing in as you aimlessly flicked through netflix—eyes darting sideways to catch a glimpse of his barely contained muscles, forearms threatening to escape from the skin-tight compression shirts he always wore.

“hey gorgeous.” he called out to you, green eyes shamelessly dragging over your frame as he prowled over to the fridge, slight clink of the beer opening making you prickle with irritation.

he sat down with a drawn out sigh, body way too close to yours as he leant over and snatched the remote out of your hand.

“my turn to pick,” he declared proudly, not even having to turn to see the smirk on his face, wide shoulders leaning onto yours as he selected the trashiest reality tv show you’d ever seen. (like seriously, out of all the shows...temptation island?)

“you really act like you own the place,” you sighed, eyes drawn to the growing stack of bills that littered the coffee table; burden of providing for two people instead of one starting to hit your pocket hard.

“…it would be nice if you started to pay your half. y’know.” your voice was low, confrontation not being your strong suit.

you could feel the weight of his stare on you as soon as the words left your soft lips, green eyes boring into your skull as he took another swig of his beer.

“am i not already doing that?”

his voice was low, dangerous even, hand moving up the softness of your exposed legs—slowly inching up to a place he was beginning to get to know very well, breath catching in your throat as you stiffened against the couch.

“if you wanted some attention, all you need to do was ask gorgeous.”

body still resting against your own, his thick fingers moved to stroke over your clothed cunt; soft sigh leaving your lips as he circled over your clit, friction from the layers making you ache for more.

it was disgustingly casual—the way his focus remained on the show, hands moving with a practiced ease that should not feel as good as it did, hips shifting upwards slightly to chase his fingers.

he continued like that for a few moments, loud bickering blaring out from the tv becoming background noise to the climbing pressure building in your lower stomach.

eventually he moved his hand away, finishing the last few sips of the beer he’d opened and tossing the bottle straight into the trash (he knew you'd actually get on his ass if he left it on the coffee table). rough palms then slipped under the loose fabric of your shirt as he pulled you up onto his thighs, curve of your ass resting against him allowing you to feel his growing hardness.

“someone's needy today, hmm?” he purred, moving up against your soft skin to play with your breasts; calloused palms against your sensitive nipples making you shiver against him.

“not too fast beautiful—” breath fanned over the shell of your ear, teeth just grazing the cartilage as you pitifully ground down against him—shame mingling with desire as his touch became more and more authoritative.

“…i know what you want—shit, what you need—but y'gonna have to use your words like a big girl instead of pretending to give a fuck about ‘the bills’.” he gave a particularly hard squeeze to one of your nips as he said that, your head falling forward into the hollow of his neck as you mustered up the confidence to ask toji for his…share of the rent.

“eyes on me baby.” he whispered, pushing you upright gently with the hand that was underneath your top to get you to meet his gaze, your blown-out pupils meeting his; a gleam of arrogance bleeding through, albeit accompanied by a clear undercurrent of need.

“i-i need you to start paying—” you began, voice trembling slightly in the quiet of the room.

“ah, aht—i just said to stop with the games,” his tongue slowly swept over the swell of his bottom lip as he took in your disheveled appearance, your thirst for him being so apparent it was almost comical.

and it took everything in toji to not laugh in your face. cute little needy roommate who was too ashamed to admit that she’s really about to ask him to turn her every way but loose instead of finding a new roommate who was actually going to pay the rent.

he knew you could, dirt cheap rent due to all the crime in the neighbourhood (that he definitely was not involved in) making his spot an extremely coveted one.

but he also knew you wouldn’t.

because a dark part of you loved this.

loved walking around in flimsy little shirts and scrappy bits of underwear before getting pushed up against the sheets of your bed (his was always a mess) and getting the attitude fucked all the way outta you.

he'd been at your spot for about 5 months, and the two of you had probably done some kind of lewd act on most of the flat surfaces in the apartment...which was probably not exactly the behavior of someone who wanted a person to leave.

it was like an extremely sexually-charged game of cat and mouse, and quite honestly, who was the cat depended on the day.

sometimes there were late nights when his bones felt weary, head a little lighter from a night spent at the bar that come back and he'd push open your door, not bothering to knock, wordless exchange between the two of you culminating in you riding him slow and deep—a palm rubbing soothing circles into your back as you sighed into the crook of his neck, your ear warm from the sweet nothing's he was muttering, moment so intimate it felt like sacrilege, wrong to speak of in the cleansing light of day, sunrise wiping the slate clean again.

maybe this was your plan all along, he thought, lure him in with free accommodation and then suck him dry, literally.

and with the way your eyes shone under the hazy glow of the living room lamp? toji knew one thing for sure.

he was definitely the mouse.

☆

"harder." you hissed, sharp point of your nails scratching bright red lines against the wide expanse of his back. "fuck me harder, you cheap piece of shit."

you could hear the aged wood of your bed frame moaning with each snap of his hips, eyes glassy with unshed tears as he sped up, body shuddering every time his tip rubbed up against your slick walls.

"this is what you wanted?" he spoke through gritted teeth and you could feel the goosebumps that were rising on his skin from your touch, hands snaking their way up into the nape of his neck—touch deceptively soft before you pulled at the short strands, rewarded by a breathy whimper fanning over your lips.

"this is what you wanted." you replied, sharp bite lacing your words.

"i want the fucking rent."

he moaned.

"shit. you're so fuckin' sexy when you're mean."

you bit your lip to stop a pitchy whine from escaping at the way his leaking tip kept brushing over your sweetspot, pissed at the way he was always able to flip it back onto you. you were supposed to be using him and here he was getting off to it.

"keep talkin'," he murmured, "actually—"

he already had you pinned tight underneath him, legs loosely wrapped around the tapered dip of his waist forcing him even closer, making it so he had to pull his head back a little to give you some space.

"slap me."

you blinked up at him. surely he didn't just ask you to..

"please."

your breath hitched at the way his voice broke a little, his hand moving to pull at where yours was anchored around his back, positioning your palm to be inches away from his cheek, pace slowing a little.

you hesitated.

"c'monnnnn," he drawled. "fuckin' deserve it, don't i? don't pay rent, don't do shit, i'm just a waste of—"

the only warning he got before your hand met his face was the sharp gust of air that brushed past his face, loud SMACK echoing against the walls as his head rocked to the side.

the two of you were quiet for a second.

"do it again."

you only had enough time to take in a shallow breath before he started to rut up into you with short, shallow thrusts, palm striking his face again and again and again.

shit, he did deserve it.

"you-fuck—need to move out!" you felt a tear sneak past your waterline, eyes locked onto his with each push of his hips.

"only if you promise i'll still be able to come through and fuck this sweet little pussy."

you slapped him again.

he smiled.

"you won't say no to me, will you?"

he only asked because he knew you couldn't.

so you clamped your mouth shut, not able to trust that your words wouldn't betray you, mind and body so deeply out of sync you weren't even sure they were still connected. your wish for him to leave your home was incongruent to how close you were to soaking the annoyingly perfect dick that was attached to his loser ass—your own selfish, hedonistic need to feel that light airy bliss from a release that he was taking you to overwhelming any amount of sense your brain was futilely trying to impart.

"my sweet girl s'bout to cum, ain't she? can tell cause you're grippin' me so damn tight." his scarred lips quirked up into a small smirk, green eyes close to black as he watched the way your brow furrowed, rough pad of his thumb swirling over your glossy clit in small circles, his remaining fingers pressed down on your lower stomach forcing you to feel every inch even deeper being what finally pushed you over the edge.

"yes, toji right there—thankyouthankyou!" your words were a garbled mess, eyes fluttering shut as you let yourself ride that warm haze of an orgasm, lips wide in a lazy smile when you felt his hips stutter before finally spilling up inside of you.

he rolled over to lay next to you.

"you really gon' kick me out?"

you cracked an eye open.

"...maybe you can stay another month."

a/n :: finished an old draft because i don't really feel like making a business model canvas for my assignment #irresponsible 😁✌🏾

waiter, i want more!!

[kenzieluvdnanami]

☆ HE'S A... HOBOS*XUAL !?!

-> NSFW (18+), roommate!toji (wow so original i know), p in v, slapping + degrādation (m!receiving), role reversal, pet names (baby, gorgeous etc.) // wc 1.4k

it was close to midnight when you heard the door to your apartment creak open, toji fushiguro's hulking frame waltzing in as you aimlessly flicked through netflix—eyes darting sideways to catch a glimpse of his barely contained muscles, forearms threatening to escape from the skin-tight compression shirts he always wore.

“hey gorgeous.” he called out to you, green eyes shamelessly dragging over your frame as he prowled over to the fridge, slight clink of the beer opening making you prickle with irritation.

he sat down with a drawn out sigh, body way too close to yours as he leant over and snatched the remote out of your hand.

“my turn to pick,” he declared proudly, not even having to turn to see the smirk on his face, wide shoulders leaning onto yours as he selected the trashiest reality tv show you’d ever seen. (like seriously, out of all the shows...temptation island?)

“you really act like you own the place,” you sighed, eyes drawn to the growing stack of bills that littered the coffee table; burden of providing for two people instead of one starting to hit your pocket hard.

“…it would be nice if you started to pay your half. y’know.” your voice was low, confrontation not being your strong suit.

you could feel the weight of his stare on you as soon as the words left your soft lips, green eyes boring into your skull as he took another swig of his beer.

“am i not already doing that?”

his voice was low, dangerous even, hand moving up the softness of your exposed legs—slowly inching up to a place he was beginning to get to know very well, breath catching in your throat as you stiffened against the couch.

“if you wanted some attention, all you need to do was ask gorgeous.”

body still resting against your own, his thick fingers moved to stroke over your clothed cunt; soft sigh leaving your lips as he circled over your clit, friction from the layers making you ache for more.

it was disgustingly casual—the way his focus remained on the show, hands moving with a practiced ease that should not feel as good as it did, hips shifting upwards slightly to chase his fingers.

he continued like that for a few moments, loud bickering blaring out from the tv becoming background noise to the climbing pressure building in your lower stomach.

eventually he moved his hand away, finishing the last few sips of the beer he’d opened and tossing the bottle straight into the trash (he knew you'd actually get on his ass if he left it on the coffee table). rough palms then slipped under the loose fabric of your shirt as he pulled you up onto his thighs, curve of your ass resting against him allowing you to feel his growing hardness.

“someone's needy today, hmm?” he purred, moving up against your soft skin to play with your breasts; calloused palms against your sensitive nipples making you shiver against him.

“not too fast beautiful—” breath fanned over the shell of your ear, teeth just grazing the cartilage as you pitifully ground down against him—shame mingling with desire as his touch became more and more authoritative.

“…i know what you want—shit, what you need—but y'gonna have to use your words like a big girl instead of pretending to give a fuck about ‘the bills’.” he gave a particularly hard squeeze to one of your nips as he said that, your head falling forward into the hollow of his neck as you mustered up the confidence to ask toji for his…share of the rent.

“eyes on me baby.” he whispered, pushing you upright gently with the hand that was underneath your top to get you to meet his gaze, your blown-out pupils meeting his; a gleam of arrogance bleeding through, albeit accompanied by a clear undercurrent of need.

“i-i need you to start paying—” you began, voice trembling slightly in the quiet of the room.

“ah, aht—i just said to stop with the games,” his tongue slowly swept over the swell of his bottom lip as he took in your disheveled appearance, your thirst for him being so apparent it was almost comical.

and it took everything in toji to not laugh in your face. cute little needy roommate who was too ashamed to admit that she’s really about to ask him to turn her every way but loose instead of finding a new roommate who was actually going to pay the rent.

he knew you could, dirt cheap rent due to all the crime in the neighbourhood (that he definitely was not involved in) making his spot an extremely coveted one.

but he also knew you wouldn’t.

because a dark part of you loved this.

loved walking around in flimsy little shirts and scrappy bits of underwear before getting pushed up against the sheets of your bed (his was always a mess) and getting the attitude fucked all the way outta you.

he'd been at your spot for about 5 months, and the two of you had probably done some kind of lewd act on most of the flat surfaces in the apartment...which was probably not exactly the behavior of someone who wanted a person to leave.

it was like an extremely sexually-charged game of cat and mouse, and quite honestly, who was the cat depended on the day.

sometimes there were late nights when his bones felt weary, head a little lighter from a night spent at the bar that come back and he'd push open your door, not bothering to knock, wordless exchange between the two of you culminating in you riding him slow and deep—a palm rubbing soothing circles into your back as you sighed into the crook of his neck, your ear warm from the sweet nothing's he was muttering, moment so intimate it felt like sacrilege, wrong to speak of in the cleansing light of day, sunrise wiping the slate clean again.

maybe this was your plan all along, he thought, lure him in with free accommodation and then suck him dry, literally.

and with the way your eyes shone under the hazy glow of the living room lamp? toji knew one thing for sure.

he was definitely the mouse.

☆

"harder." you hissed, sharp point of your nails scratching bright red lines against the wide expanse of his back. "fuck me harder, you cheap piece of shit."

you could hear the aged wood of your bed frame moaning with each snap of his hips, eyes glassy with unshed tears as he sped up, body shuddering every time his tip rubbed up against your slick walls.

"this is what you wanted?" he spoke through gritted teeth and you could feel the goosebumps that were rising on his skin from your touch, hands snaking their way up into the nape of his neck—touch deceptively soft before you pulled at the short strands, rewarded by a breathy whimper fanning over your lips.

"this is what you wanted." you replied, sharp bite lacing your words.

"i want the fucking rent."

he moaned.

"shit. you're so fuckin' sexy when you're mean."

you bit your lip to stop a pitchy whine from escaping at the way his leaking tip kept brushing over your sweetspot, pissed at the way he was always able to flip it back onto you. you were supposed to be using him and here he was getting off to it.

"keep talkin'," he murmured, "actually—"

he already had you pinned tight underneath him, legs loosely wrapped around the tapered dip of his waist forcing him even closer, making it so he had to pull his head back a little to give you some space.

"slap me."

you blinked up at him. surely he didn't just ask you to..

"please."

your breath hitched at the way his voice broke a little, his hand moving to pull at where yours was anchored around his back, positioning your palm to be inches away from his cheek, pace slowing a little.

you hesitated.

"c'monnnnn," he drawled. "fuckin' deserve it, don't i? don't pay rent, don't do shit, i'm just a waste of—"

the only warning he got before your hand met his face was the sharp gust of air that brushed past his face, loud SMACK echoing against the walls as his head rocked to the side.

the two of you were quiet for a second.

"do it again."

you only had enough time to take in a shallow breath before he started to rut up into you with short, shallow thrusts, palm striking his face again and again and again.

shit, he did deserve it.

"you-fuck—need to move out!" you felt a tear sneak past your waterline, eyes locked onto his with each push of his hips.

"only if you promise i'll still be able to come through and fuck this sweet little pussy."

you slapped him again.

he smiled.

"you won't say no to me, will you?"

he only asked because he knew you couldn't.

so you clamped your mouth shut, not able to trust that your words wouldn't betray you, mind and body so deeply out of sync you weren't even sure they were still connected. your wish for him to leave your home was incongruent to how close you were to soaking the annoyingly perfect dick that was attached to his loser ass—your own selfish, hedonistic need to feel that light airy bliss from a release that he was taking you to overwhelming any amount of sense your brain was futilely trying to impart.

"my sweet girl s'bout to cum, ain't she? can tell cause you're grippin' me so damn tight." his scarred lips quirked up into a small smirk, green eyes close to black as he watched the way your brow furrowed, rough pad of his thumb swirling over your glossy clit in small circles, his remaining fingers pressed down on your lower stomach forcing you to feel every inch even deeper being what finally pushed you over the edge.

"yes, toji right there—thankyouthankyou!" your words were a garbled mess, eyes fluttering shut as you let yourself ride that warm haze of an orgasm, lips wide in a lazy smile when you felt his hips stutter before finally spilling up inside of you.

he rolled over to lay next to you.

"you really gon' kick me out?"

you cracked an eye open.

"...maybe you can stay another month."

a/n :: finished an old draft because i don't really feel like making a business model canvas for my assignment #irresponsible 😁✌🏾

waiter, i want more!!

[kenzieluvdnanami]

hi! gonna continue to be quite inactive for a hot minute to finish my assignments but in the meantime i just wanted to say that:

1. no i don't know why any of my mutuals deactivate, its v sad cause they write fire ff but sometimes people want to move on and the best thing we can do is respect their decision...even though it sucks :(

2. i appreciate the sentiment but i'd rather not be recommended or tagged on any of the drama/callout blogs, i disagree strongly with the way that they speak about other creators on this platform and the negativity they bring to the community so i do not want to be involved with these accounts in any way, shape or form.

anyways, i hope you guys are all doing well and i can't wait to be back soon 🩷

[kenzieluvdnanami]

thinking about inmate!toji who's been locked up for years, serving time for a crime he says he didn't commit. and then comes in senior partner!reader who's looking to move up the ranks at her law firm, suddenly receiving a plain envelope at her door one night—thick manilla folder detailing the holes in the case; evidence that miraculously appeared a day before the trial, star witnesses that moved out to the suburbs with a new car and white picket fence to boot not too long after the verdict was delivered. the person who sent you the folder begged you to look at the case pro-bono, but when you tried to bring it up to the name partners they immediately shot it down.... walk with me y'all!!!

[kenzieluvdnanami]

— lay down on the bed, do the crybaby! ⋆⭒˚.⋆

☆ NSFW (18+) ☆

now satoru gojo knew his dick game was fire (undefeated, he would probably argue) but he would be lying if he said he wasn't just a little concerned every time he saw those fat globs of tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as he hit your sweet spot perfectly every. single. time.

“y-you alright angel?” he huffed out, brows creased slightly as he eased himself in and out from your tight walls—abs tightening at the way your back arched up against the sheets.

he had you holding your own legs back, pressing them into the softness of your chest as he ploughed into you, soft whimpers and groans leaving both of your lips as he sped up.

“..m’fineeee,” you slurred, mascara beginning to run alongside your tears.

you thought it was only going to be like this the first time he fucked you—the feeling of his leaking tip pressing past your entrance, bullying its way into your slick walls making your vision blur with tears.

he felt guilty at first, slender fingers brushing away your tears whilst he rocked up into you, cooing soft, comforting words into your ear whilst you spasmed around him.

but the time after that, and the time after that—nothing had changed.

it was just too good, too much and yet not enough. you’d whine when he’d slow down, hiccuping at him to speed up even though you knew the mess it always reduced you to.

it was really after the first time he was mean about it that made him change his perspective.

when he mocked you, finger and thumb meeting to flick your forehead as he laughed at you.

“such a crybaby.” he’d said, eyes rolling with a sharpness that only made you shudder underneath him. the smile on his face had a sadistic glint, pace getting faster as he hit your sweet spot again and again and again.

“love watching you go dumb on this cock,” he continued, leaning down to rest on his forearms so that he was even closer to your face. “especially when you make those stupid little faces…”

you looked up at him, eyes wide and hazy with lust as he pushed the sides of your cheeks in—tongue lolling out as saliva dripped down his wrist.

“this one is my favourite. makes me wanna—fuck-” he tried to bite down a whimper but you still caught it, hips stuttering as he spilled up inside of you—warm hot liquid making you moan.

“jesus.” you saw the tips of his ears flush a bright red, gaze avoidant as he shallowly thrust into you. the fullness of his release alongside the push of his hips bringing you close, breath caught up in your lungs when you finally came.

“so gorgeous,” he murmured, hand moving over to gently rub away the dark lines of mascara that had run down your face.

and that's when he realised that he didn’t feel guilty or concerned at all when he saw your pretty doe eyes gloss over.

no, he felt euphoric; pace spurred with an almost juvenile level of excitement.

because when those tears ran down your eyes, he could see himself reflected in the watery mirror—see what he was doing to you, see how he ruined you.

and that's why his hips didn't pause or slow after your release, legs still spasming as he continued to press himself flush against your hips—overstimulating both of you as he built you back up.

"aww... you still cryin'?"

a/n:: currently in my gojo era pls allow me to enjoy my mannn (and ik this concept is prolly so overdone ALLOW ME its hot ok)

[kenzieluvdnanami]

— georgia peach, put me somewhere on a gorgeous beach! ⋆⭒˚.⋆

☆ NSFW (18+) ☆

it was hot, sweltering heat making your skin sticky with a thin layer of sweat. it was that specific kind of tropical heat—the kind that makes you thirsty for a drink that’s half liquor and all sweet, cold condensation of the glass against your palm doing nothing to cool you down.

your bikini was tiny, thick curves pushing the limits of what could be considered as abiding by public indecency laws. but who could blame you when it was this humid, hair slick against the nape of your neck as you hummed around your straw, soaking up the last few rays of sunlight on a secluded beach—dark orange sky bleeding into the purple night.

“beautiful.” your husband, nanami kento, breathed, reclined back on a deck chair with a cool towel against his forehead. this trip was his idea, flight boarded the day after he bought the tickets—in desperate need for a break from the monotony of daily life.

and what a break it was. if only everyday could be like this, lazy mornings mixing into even lazier evenings; more time spent eating, drinking and making love than you ever had during the entirety of your relationship.

speaking of the latter, you had a feeling it was going to be that time again—honey brown eyes tracing your form, pink tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

“come here.” his voice was quiet, almost silenced by the waves washing up against the shore, sea foam bubbling against the pale sand.

the air was salty and you could taste it on your tongue, alongside the simple syrup from your drink. but your perfume was somehow still stuck to your skin, vanilla fragrance sweeter than all the cocktails you’d drunk combined.

you silently obeyed, enough room on his chair for you to settle down beside him; corded muscle of his arm wrapping around your lower back, hand resting lazily against your hip.

he was drinking something dark, amber liquid swirling in his glass. you let your hand trail over his exposed torso, finger tracing over each freckle and scar on his chest. you could feel him move slightly underneath your touch, adam’s apple bobbing with each sip from his glass.

“you want some?” he sounded huskier than usual, moving the glass to your lips before you could answer, eyes flicking down to watch you drink—face scrunching up at the harsh burn of the alcohol as it scraped your throat.

“you’re cute.” he tapped the tip of your nose, small smirk growing on his face.

“...tastes like shit.” you took a large gulp of your own drink, quickly trying to wash away the sharp taste from your tongue.

“want me to make it better?” he murmured, and you looked up at him through your lashes; glass placed onto the side table as he tipped your chin up, lips meeting your own with a leisurely pull that made you cross your thighs slightly—touch possessive as he drank up all the little moans and whimpers that left your lips.

he could feel the way you were starting to rub against him, a leg hooked across his lap while your hips moved against him in small grinds, his other hand going to smooth over the curve of your ass; fingers digging into a cheek before striking it with the flat of his palm, choked yelp leaving your wet lips.

he then pulled you fully onto his lap, string of saliva connecting your mouths as he drew back, his skin flushed with more than just a minor sunburn.

you really were a sight for sore eyes—chest heaving as you waited for his touch to return to you, eyes dark and hazy with an unmistakable lust.

he pulled at the flimsy strap of your bottoms, sharp snap against your waist making you shudder.

“s-stop teasing!” you jutted out your bottom lip in a pout, hand slipping down past the elasticated waistband of his trunks—squeezing harder than you needed to when you pulled him out, choked groan rumbling in the back of his throat.

“you are a fine one to talk.”

his voice was slightly strained, rough pads of his fingertips swirling against your already damp bottoms before pushing them to the side, watching how your face scrunched up tight as you eased him in—mouth hung open in unashamed bliss with each inch that pressed up into you.

you’d done this like what, fifteen times on this trip alone; but every single time it felt like the first, palms supporting the sides of your waist whilst you rode him, his head tipped back in pleasure as you smacked your hips against his.

“why can’t everyday be like this?” he tried to compose himself, rubbing a hand over the light sheen of sweat that had gathered over his face. it was a quiet confession, drawn out from the tightness of your slick walls, the candied moans that he could all but taste on his tongue.

“’cause then it wouldn’t feel this good.” you smiled, warm glow of the distant streetlights casting shadows over his face—even more handsome in the low-light.

“you’re right.” he slurred, demeanor less guarded from the lull of the alcohol; rhythm of his thrusts slow and patient as if you had all day. well, all night now.

the tight strings of your top did nothing to support your breasts, each bounce making them slap against your skin, nails digging into his broad shoulders in a poor attempt to ground yourself—tight coil winding so taut, so fast you weren’t even able to speak, only able to meet his gaze with glassy eyes before your walls wrapped around him, fluttering around his thick girth with an intensity that made your eyes roll back into your skull.

“god i love you,” he groaned, leaky tip almost smushed up against your cervix as he sped up, so desperate to spill up inside of you that he all but slammed you down onto his cock—tears clinging to your sunscreen-slicked face with each press of his hips.

“gonna fill you up. right here.” he poked your lower stomach, right where his dick was poking up into you; pressure from his hand forcing him even deeper.

and all you could do was nod, let him use you until he finally spilled up inside of you—combined release dripping down onto the top of his thighs.

you leant against his chest, head nestled in the crook of his neck. the cool air of the night washing over you, a refreshing contrast to the day’s heat.

“are you sure we can’t just stay here forever?”

he'd said it as a joke, but there was an underlying sincerity within his words, thought of returning back to the real world with real responsibilities and real duties making you both feel preemptively exhausted.

“we can’t...” you began, starting to feel him soften inside of you; weird sensation of being plugged up with his warm cum making you squirm a little.

but he only pulled you closer towards him, arms wrapping tight against your back.

“so let’s stay like this for a while.” he finished, sound of the waves splashing up against the rocks filling the night air.

a/n: i cannot wait for it to be summer again i fucking hate winter so muchhhhhhh

waiter, i want more!!

[kenzieluvdnanami]

☆ NSFW (18+) thinking about being painter!suguru's muse ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

painter!suguru who has you sprawled out over the ruffled sheets in your bedroom, wearing nothing but the lingering warmth of where his hands had once been, breath shaky as you found yourself teetering on the edge of what you knew he could help reach the peak of—embarrassingly helpless under the intensity of his gaze.

moments ago he'd had a few slender fingers inside of you, raven stands that were so soft they looked like velvet spilling over his shoulders as he'd slowly worked you up closer and closer to this point, smile soft when he pulled his fingers out and moved to the easel set up in the corner of the room.

"so beautiful.." he murmured as an arm moved in wide loops, charcoal sketching out a shadow of an outline, followed by watercolors that blocked out the light hues of the background; the way the morning's crisp sunlight spilled out over the hardwood floor, reflecting off the glass of water that sat on the nightstand, before finally meeting the round of your shoulders, scattering over the sheets.

in the time it took for the watercolor to dry, his hands met your body again.

a hand moved behind the back of your head to keep you still whilst his tongue pried your lips open, unable to stop yourself from moaning into his mouth when you felt his other hand run over your slick clit, small circles making you lean into him slightly, starting to feel desperate for more, disapproving murmur vibrating in his chest.

"need you to stay still pretty girl... i've already blocked out where you're laying." he spoke into your mouth, small trail of saliva still connecting the two of you when he slowly backed away.

he applied the acrylic paint with a small silver spatula, thickness of the medium making it look like you were really alive on the canvas, each curve and dip of your body against the covers captured with the slather of the paint over the charcoal.

he sat back for a moment, eyes flitting between you and the painting, brow slightly furrowed as he tried to analyse what exactly was missing.

he picked up a thinner brush, squeezing out the oil paints you'd gifted him for his birthday onto a clear paint palette—mixing his own set of colors on the edge, creating the perfect match to your skin.

he slowly worked back into the acrylic, adding the small details that only he'd been able to see all these years; painting the way your skin dimpled in the back of your thighs, the soft roll that joined your hip to your back, the freckles littered sporadically across your skin that he had to hold himself back from kissing every time he saw them.

then he moved up to your face, hand steadied against the edge of the canvas as he added the way your soft lips were pressed together in a little pout, the need that still heated your eyes with every moment that passed. he flicked the paint brush against the woven fibres again and again and again, what was starting to feel like an endless pursuit of perfection starting to make your patience grow thin as you lay there, still so close, and waited.

and then.

"done."

☆

he didn't let you see the final piece, taking it straight to his studio once he'd finally let you finish on his fingers... then his tongue and then his co-

but today you'd finally get to see it, grand unveiling at the museum's most recent exhibition being this evening.

the theme was still life, a tried and true expression of the world we lived in through an artistic lens, a mixture of traditional paintings, sculptures and mixed medium pieces filling the gallery as the two of you walked to the where his canvas was hung.

you almost walked past it at first, large palms having to gently pull you back to stand next to him, turning your shoulders to face the centre wall.

you looked angelic, bathed in a warm glow that made your heart flutter, each stroke embedding you within the frame—your own eyes lidded and laden with lust looking down at you from where it was fixed on the wall, cheeks heating at how perfectly he’d managed to translate the gentle intimacy of the scene; the quiet push-and-pull that left you wanting, the breath that was caught in your lungs from anticipation, the light sheen of that his saliva left on your lips, the stretch marks that lined your lower waist.

it was you.

you turned to him, eyes a little watery. "it's perfect sugu. perfect."

he smiled softly in response, arms wrapping loosely around your shoulders to bring you close to his chest.

“you see it now, don’t you? you see how i see you.”

his voice was soft, reverent, and the two of you stood in the quiet ambient noise of the museum for a moment—enjoying the weight of his arms around your shoulders, watching as people stopped to look at his painting, feet halting abruptly like they were being forced to stop and stare; unable to resist looking at you, look at the way you were exposed both physically and emotionally, pulled in by your unguarded gaze, stepping past the frame and into the painting.

his head dipped down to whisper in your ear.

“i think we should go and start working on the next one. they said the next exhibition is going to be based around lace...and i've got a couple ideas.”

a/n:: inspired by the one time I visited the moma in 2024. also inspired by rafayel because i redownloaded lads and he reminds me of sugu sm

waiter, i want more!!

[kenzieluvdnanami]

☆ NSFW (18+) thinking about being painter!suguru's muse ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

painter!suguru who has you sprawled out over the ruffled sheets in your bedroom, wearing nothing but the lingering warmth of where his hands had once been, breath shaky as you found yourself teetering on the edge of what you knew he could help reach the peak of—embarrassingly helpless under the intensity of his gaze.

moments ago he'd had a few slender fingers inside of you, raven stands that were so soft they looked like velvet spilling over his shoulders as he'd slowly worked you up closer and closer to this point, smile soft when he pulled his fingers out and moved to the easel set up in the corner of the room.

"so beautiful.." he murmured as an arm moved in wide loops, charcoal sketching out a shadow of an outline, followed by watercolors that blocked out the light hues of the background; the way the morning's crisp sunlight spilled out over the hardwood floor, reflecting off the glass of water that sat on the nightstand, before finally meeting the round of your shoulders, scattering over the sheets.

in the time it took for the watercolor to dry, his hands met your body again.

a hand moved behind the back of your head to keep you still whilst his tongue pried your lips open, unable to stop yourself from moaning into his mouth when you felt his other hand run over your slick clit, small circles making you lean into him slightly, starting to feel desperate for more, disapproving murmur vibrating in his chest.

"need you to stay still pretty girl... i've already blocked out where you're laying." he spoke into your mouth, small trail of saliva still connecting the two of you when he slowly backed away.

he applied the acrylic paint with a small silver spatula, thickness of the medium making it look like you were really alive on the canvas, each curve and dip of your body against the covers captured with the slather of the paint over the charcoal.

he sat back for a moment, eyes flitting between you and the painting, brow slightly furrowed as he tried to analyse what exactly was missing.

he picked up a thinner brush, squeezing out the oil paints you'd gifted him for his birthday onto a clear paint palette—mixing his own set of colors on the edge, creating the perfect match to your skin.

he slowly worked back into the acrylic, adding the small details that only he'd been able to see all these years; painting the way your skin dimpled in the back of your thighs, the soft roll that joined your hip to your back, the freckles littered sporadically across your skin that he had to hold himself back from kissing every time he saw them.

then he moved up to your face, hand steadied against the edge of the canvas as he added the way your soft lips were pressed together in a little pout, the need that still heated your eyes with every moment that passed. he flicked the paint brush against the woven fibres again and again and again, what was starting to feel like an endless pursuit of perfection starting to make your patience grow thin as you lay there, still so close, and waited.

and then.

"done."

☆

he didn't let you see the final piece, taking it straight to his studio once he'd finally let you finish on his fingers... then his tongue and then his co-

but today you'd finally get to see it, grand unveiling at the museum's most recent exhibition being this evening.

the theme was still life, a tried and true expression of the world we lived in through an artistic lens, a mixture of traditional paintings, sculptures and mixed medium pieces filling the gallery as the two of you walked to the where his canvas was hung.

you almost walked past it at first, large palms having to gently pull you back to stand next to him, turning your shoulders to face the centre wall.

you looked angelic, bathed in a warm glow that made your heart flutter, each stroke embedding you within the frame—your own eyes lidded and laden with lust looking down at you from where it was fixed on the wall, cheeks heating at how perfectly he’d managed to translate the gentle intimacy of the scene; the quiet push-and-pull that left you wanting, the breath that was caught in your lungs from anticipation, the light sheen of that his saliva left on your lips, the stretch marks that lined your lower waist.

it was you.

you turned to him, eyes a little watery. "it's perfect sugu. perfect."

he smiled softly in response, arms wrapping loosely around your shoulders to bring you close to his chest.

“you see it now, don’t you? you see how i see you.”

his voice was soft, reverent, and the two of you stood in the quiet ambient noise of the museum for a moment—enjoying the weight of his arms around your shoulders, watching as people stopped to look at his painting, feet halting abruptly like they were being forced to stop and stare; unable to resist looking at you, look at the way you were exposed both physically and emotionally, pulled in by your unguarded gaze, stepping past the frame and into the painting.

his head dipped down to whisper in your ear.

“i think we should go and start working on the next one. they said the next exhibition is going to be based around lace...and i've got a couple ideas.”

a/n:: inspired by the one time I visited the moma in 2024. also inspired by rafayel because i redownloaded lads and he reminds me of sugu sm

waiter, i want more!!