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Synopsis: Was Valko an asshole for fucking you? You're the one who answered the door in nothing but a towel, smelling so fucking good. What else was he suppose to do?
Pairing: Valko/reader/Caleb
Word Count: ~5.1k
Warnings: Porn without plot, Knotting, Breeding, Biting, Oral Sex(M and F receiving), Threesome, Doggy Style, Missionary, Spitroasting, Caleb Uses the Nickname Meimei, Caleb is Called Gege, Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Valko has dick piercings (let me know if I missed anything, please!)
A/N: Just 5k worth of smut. Nothing more. The next fic about Valko will have some plot but right now Paw Patrol took the smut brain and ran with it. Sorry not sorry.
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You don’t know what possessed you to invite Valko in when your step-brother, Caleb had to leave to go out for something he left at aviation school, but you did and now here you was with his long thick cock wedged between your thighs as your pussy leaks juices along his hard shaft. You tilt your head back and moan in his ear as your hands scramble to pull at the short reddish auburn hair at his nape.
Honestly, what where you thinking when you answered the door in nothing but a towel on since you had just gotten out of the shower. You even made the stupid decision to let him inside when he offered to wait for Caleb to return. But you always had a crush on Valko from the moment you saw him at a party with Caleb two and half years ago.
“Fuck, pup...” came his gruff voice as his hands grip your waist tightly. He drags his hips back and forth, sliding his dick between your silky thighs as your pussy leaks your slick juices; his precum dripping from his tip with every thrust. Valko throws his head back as he resists the urge to hike your leg up and push his thick cock deep into your aching pussy. You were still his best friend’s precious sister, blood or not between you and Caleb.
Valko wonders if he should be an asshole and give you what you were clearly begging him everytime you slide that deliciously wet cunt over his shaft, moaning his name so sweetly in his ear. A growl rumbles in his chest as he leans over and places his lips next to your ear and says, “You want me to fuck you, don’t you slutty pup? That‘s why you answered the door in nothing but your towel? Why you invited me up to your room? C’mon tell me~”
You let out a whimper as you curl your fingers around his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. Your mouth parts, but no words formed as you buck and grind your hips faster, stroking his cock as your squeeze your thighs. You were so close, yet you could quiet bring yourself to that climax. A soft whimper rises in your throat as you open your eyes to gaze into Valko’s warm amber ones. “Val...ko...” You moan out softly, your head rolling back as his teeth nip at the tender flesh of your neck. The steady wet, plop-plop-plop of your skin meeting as he works you faster over his throbbing dick fills your head.
You knew in the back as a gush of your juices leaks out your cunt, coating his dick with your arousal. Dull white teeth bury into the plush of your bottom lip as you try to gather your thoughts. You knew that you shouldn’t be doing this. Your step brother could return any minute now and find you grinding your pussy over his best friend’s dick or worse. Valko fucking you. “I..I shouldn’t...fucking hell that feels so fucking good...We shouldn’t Vah-” Your voice breaks off in a moan when his hand slips between you two and his deft fingers find your clit, rubbing it in controlled tight circles that had you keening as your pussy gushes more, coating your thighs in cream.
“Hmm? You say something, Little red?” His lips curl into a wolfish smile, canines gleaming in the dim lighting of your room as he all but purrs the nickname out. His thumb continues to rub slow meticulous circles over your throbbing little clit until your keens turn into broken sobs. He stops pumping his hips, letting you grind down on his as his free hand comes up to cup your jaw and turns your eyes back onto his. “I asked you a question, pup? Gonna answer me or are you too blissed out, hmm? You want my cock in you?”
Your eyes dart over to your door. You locked it, right? Tongue slipping out to glide over your bottom lip as you swallow thickly, you nod your head and hike your leg up over his hip. “Fuck me, Valko. Please? I need to feel you.” You reach down behind you to grab his cock and position it at your entrance as you stand on your tip toes to rub the velvety head through your folds, coating the tip in your essence and feel his pre-cum leaking from the slit. “Ahh, please....I need it...Valko~”
The saccharine sound of your voice moaning his name so syrupy sweet was his undoing. He hooks your leg up in the crook of his arm, opening you up more for him as he bends his knees slightly as he lines up with your slick hole. Slowly, he pushes the large pierced mushroomed crown of his swollen cock into your tight little pussy. He rocks his hips back and forth as he works open your entrance until he breaches your channel and slides inch by delicious inch, every barbel of his Jacob's ladder scraping along your inner walls. His head falls back as he voice turns into a low whimper as his breathes, “Fuck..you’re so wet and warm. Could stay in this pussy forever.” His other hand hooks under your opposite leg, hoisting you up to bounce you up and down on his cock, the reverse Prince Albert piercing battering against your cervix every time he bottoms out. “Take every single bit of me, little red~”
“Vah-” Your words come out in the choked moan as your arms come up to wrap around his neck as your legs dangle from the crooks of his elbows. The steady schlik schlik of your sopping pussy clinging to his dick with every thrust echoes in your head. Your eyes widen as you feel the row of piercings dragging along the inner walls of your cunt. How did you forget that Valko was pierced?! It was too much. Valko was too much. Stretching your little cunt to the limit and each thurst felt like he was trying to fuck past your cervix and into your womb, The pierced tip battering your insides, but it was all you could do was moan and cry out for him as his teeth left marks over your neck and chest. You feel his nose pressing into the crook of your neck and shoulder as he breathes in your scent. A gasp rises up in your chest as your feel his tongue drag over your pulse point.
The door to your room creaks open and you lift your head in surprise to see Caleb leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and eye brow lifted. He watches as Valko continues to bounce you on his cock, listening to the lewd sounds of your fucking. Just as you were about to shove Valko away, Caleb raises his hand and a smirk teases at his lips. “Val, you started without me. You’re such a bad boy.”
Valko lifts his head from your neck, never stopping his thrusting into your weeping cunt, a wolfish smile curls at his lips as he purrs out. “Sorry about that ‘leb. Pussy smelled too good to resist anymore.” He laughs softly as he turns back to look at you, that wolfish grin increasing until you swore you could see fangs gleaming in his mouth. He lets out a groan as your puffy walls squeeze down on him and his hands move to grip the rounded flesh of your ass to move you even faster. A growl rumbles in his chest as he tosses his head back, losing himself into the warm, wet feeling of your cunt gushing over his length, juices running down to his heavy balls. “Fuck, pup, you’re squeezing me s’tightly. You like that you got caught? Such a naughty girl~” He could feel the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching and he growled as he gritted his teeth.
Were you ready to learn the truth?
Caleb’s eyes trail over the many blooming marks that litters your neck and shoulders as the lewd, wet sounds of skin meeting skin echoes throughout the room. His cock jumps in his pants as he hears the sounds of your whimpers as Valko fucks into you faster, harder. “She is a nasty girl, aint she, Val? Bet she wants us both, huh? Is that why you didn’t lock the door, pipsqueak?” He pushes himself off the door frame and stalks his way over to where you were, slowly stripping out of his clothes until his heavy cock bobs between his legs, pre-cum drooling from the leaky tip. He reaches where you were keening on Valko’s dick, his large hand wrapping around your waist and pressing down on the faint imprint on your belly, making you squeal out. “Feels good having my best friend so deep in your guts, meimei?”
Your eyes roll back when Caleb calls you that, drool seeping out your lips as you throw your head back with a lewd cry of his name. “That’s it...Cum on Valko’s cock for me, pips. That’s a good girl.” He watches as your body convulses, shaking and trembling as your back arches and your walls flutter around the redhead. “That’s a good meimei...Come here.” Caleb pulls you off of Valko and into his arms, shooting his best friend a knowing look when he hears the growl that bubbles in the other man’s chest. He lifts you up on his shoulders, his nose nuzzles your slick inner thighs. “I’m borrowing her for a minute, Val? You don’t mind, do you?” Caleb moved over to your bed, hovering your body over it. “Let me clean up this mess you made, yeah?”
Before you could even say anything, your back slams against your mattress as Caleb’s skilled tongue works its way through your folds. Your fingers immediately fly to his short brown hair, unsure if it was you pull him away or push him closer to your already sensitive core. “Gege!” You cry out, thrashing weakly underneath his massive body. Your clit was buzzing, throbbing in tune with your fluttering heart as you shook your head from side to side. You had just cum and yet, from the quick flicks and licks from Caleb’s tongue he was seeking to make you do it again. Your body lurches when he circles your leaky hole with his ring and middle fingers before slowly easing them inside. “Caleb!”
Caleb purrs into your cunt, slurping lewdly as your juices continue to leak out, making sure to catch her drop into his ravenous mouth. His presses his fingers in deep, curling them until he finds that rough, spongy patch that never ceases to make you cream and gush on his face. “C’mon...give gege what he wants. Then he’ll fill this pretty pussy up with his cock just like always~” His licks turn into quick lashes of his tongue against your pulsing clit as his fingers increase their pace. He ruts his hips into the mattress to find some relief as he slurps at your throbbing clit, massaging it with his lips and tongue as he thrusts into your weeping hole vigorously.
Valko whimpers as he strokes his hand over his aching cock, smearing your slick juices over the length, his palm gliding over the six barbells pierced on the underside of his shaft. He licks his lips as his eyes close as he pictures his hand as your sweet little cunt squeezing him as he fucks his firsts to sound of your moans. “Fuck, ‘leb...just had to take her before I could breed that little pussy, huh?”
Caleb lifts his head to shoot his best friend, a knowing smirk. His violet eyes to see the way his cock was twitching under his palm, the base trying to swell up. “Soon, Val...” Was his reply as his fingers found that spot that makes your body tremble as you squeak out. Your walls pulse and flutter around his fingers as he draws out of your orgasm. He sits up and kisses you, his tongue slipping inside and letting your taste yourself still clinging to his lips. “Pips, who do you want to fuck you? Me or Valko? Choose quickly or we’ll just take turns~”
You were reduced to a babbling mess of incoherent words. You did want Caleb’s cock knocking down your walls like always whenever you two were alone, but this would be the first time you had an audience.Your eyes dart over to where Valko was standing, cock in hand as he strokes his fist over the thick length, each barbel shiny with traces of your slick cum as a bead of his milky seed drools down the barbel through his fat tip, You lick your lips, pink tongue gliding over them before you swallow. Your chest was still panting from the back to back orgasms, clit still buzzing from pleasure as you whine out your answer . “Want my gege to fuck me as I suck Valko off.” You flutter your lashes as you lift your hand in a weak effort to beckon Valko over.
Caleb’s lips curl into a smirk as he tips his head at his best friend. “You heard her, Val? She wants to suck your cock while I pound this sweet little cunt.” He grabs his dick by the base and rubs the leaking tip through your glistening folds. His eyes find his best friend’s amber ones as Valko crawls over to the head of the bed and lets you rest your head on his well muscled thigh. “Go on, meimei~ Suck him off.” He lines up with your quivering hole as he pushes your legs to your chest. “Stay just like this, pips.”
Before you could say anything, Caleb thrusts his length into your weeping hole, not giving you a chance to adjust as he begins a slow brutal pace. Your mouth drops open in a moan of his name as your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh and leaving red crescent shapes.
“Aww, don’t forget about Valko, pipsqueak. Just look at how hard he is for you.” Caleb lets out a chuckle through his nose as drool begins to seep out of the corner of your mouth. His hips snap into yours, stretching your inner walls as you desperately try to squeeze around him. “Fuucckk,” He curses lowly under his breath as he slows his pace just enough for you to think properly. “Let Valko see those pretty eyes while you take him down that pretty throat, pipsqueak...” He smiles when you open your mouth and stick out your tongue.
Valko runs his fingers through your hair, his nails feeling sharp against your scalp. He takes his other hand and guides the pierced tip to your awaiting tongue. A shudder rolls down his spine as you swirl his tip around before suckling it. “Fuck, such a good girl.” His eyes began to glow as his hand reached around to wrap gently around your throat. “That’s it, red. Relax your throat f’me~ You can take me deeper. Yesss....” He hisses when you do as he says, the muscles of your neck relaxing and allowing him to slide even deeper, the six rows of barbels scarping along the walls, His thumb presses gently on the bulge his cock was making as he slowly thrusts his hips. “Fuck, Caleb....I don’t know how much longer I can hold out...”
You whimper as the two men share your body, pussy suelching as Caleb fucks you into the mattress as your mouth stretches to accommodate Valko’s thick cock. Spit pools on your tongue as you breathe, bubbles forming and popping with each thrust and leaving thick strings of spittle clinging to the neatly trimmed patch of auburn hair at Valko’s base. You swirl your tongue around his cock as you squeeze and clench your pussy around Caleb. Your ankles lock themselves around your step-brother’s neck as your free hand reaches to wrap around Valko’s cock to stroke what couldn’t fit. That’s when you felt it. The slight swelling at his base.
Caleb looks at his best friend, seeing the way his teeth were gritted and his fingers were trembling. A smug smirk spreads over his lips. You were in for a treat then. Thrusting inside deeply and holding it, grinding his pelvis against your clit, he feels your body convulse and a stream of hot liquid splashes up between you two. Caleb then reaches out and places his hand on Valko’s head, scratching. “Let go,Val.”
Valko’s body freezes as a pair of fluffy wolf ears spring up on his head and long thick tail fluffs out behind him, springing out the base of his spine. His canines lengthen into fangs as his pupils constrict slightly as the amber lightens to a golden sheen. “Fuck, Caleb.” Valko’s voice was a hard growl as he shakes his head, ears twitching on top of his head. “I need to be back inside her, breeding her until she’s stretched out on my knot.”
Feeling your juices running down to his balls, Caleb removes his hand from Valko’s ears after flicking one playfully. “You wanna knot my meimei, Val?” He says teasingly as his hand slips between your thighs and quickly finds your clit. You let out a choked moan around Valko’s cock, still unaware of the change in the wolf. Spittle spills from your mouth as you messily choke down Valko’s dick, your tongue swirling around his shaft. “You don’t wanna cum using her pretty little mouth?”
Valko growls once more as his squeezes his hand around your throat, pressing down more on the bulge his cock was making, he could feel his knot swelling as his dick twitched. His eyes glow a brilliant gold as he locks gazes with his best friend, noting the challenging look in Caleb’s violet eyes. “You and I both know it's not a good idea for me to cum in her mouth.” He lets out a whimper as a shiver crawls down his spine as your fingers move to caress his heavy sack. “Fucking hell, pup...I don’t wanna cum yet, but you’re making it hard~” His tail thumps lazily on the bed as he looks down at you.
Caleb snaps his hips into yours once more, the wet smack echoing throughout the room, making you pull away from Valko’s cock to let out a scream of pleasure. “Gege!” You place your hand between you two, your hips pulling back to escape the intensity of his cockhead nudging so incessantly at your cervix, threatening to breach the tightly muscle. “Too much!”
He grabs your jaw gently with his left hand and pulls you in for another deep kiss, his tongue swirling in your mouth and licking up every drop of saliva. “Pipsqueak...” He purrs out before turning your face to look up at Valko. He chuckles as your eyes widen at the sight of the wolf ears twitching on top of the older man’s head. “Valko, here, wants to knot you. To breed that pretty little pussy and stuff you full of his cum. You want that, nasty girl?”
“What? Knot me?” Your gut twisted in anticipation as your eyes flicker between Valko and Caleb. Valko was a demihuman wolf? Your gaze drifts down to his cock and you could see that the base was more swollen than the rest of his shaft. You look up at Caleb, your bottom lip trembling as you nod. “Please? I’m on the pill, you know this, Caleb. I want to feel Valko’s knot...”
Valko’s lips twitch into a wide wolfish grin as he wraps her hand under your arms and pulls you off Caleb’s dick. “Gona borrow her back, ‘leb. You don’t mind so you?”He cheekily shot back the same line Caleb had said to him. “On your hands and knees, Little Red. Wanna see you present this pretty little pussy to me while I stuff you full of me~” He smiles and his eyes flashes as he watches as your lips part in a gasp. “That’s it, pup. Hands and knees for me. Such a good fucking girl.” He watches with sharp golden eyes as you flip around onto your hands and knees for him, back arching into a perfect bow as your ass wiggles enticingly in the air. “Look at how wet you are, pup. Fuck I can’t wait til I fill this needy hole. But first...”
Your body lurches when Valko smacks the flesh of your ass before lowering his head and swiping his tongue through your folds. “Shit!” You curse as you throw your head back, fingers curling into the sheets under you. “Vah-” Your words are cut off in a whimper as Caleb grips your jaw in his hands again, guiding your lips to his cock.
“Don’t forget about me, pipsqueak~ I still haven’t cum yet. You don't want gege to suffer, do you. C’mon, use that tongue while Valko gets you ready to take his knot.”
Valko growls as your taste spreads over his taste buds, better than even what you smelled like. “Fuck, red, you tatse s’good. Can get addicted to your flavor.” He pulls away, his tongue leaving a lon string of saliva behind before he gathers in all of the ti to spit it back on ti your protruding clit. His eyes watch as the glistening trail mixes with the slick juices that trickles out your quivering hole before leaning back in to capture it all on his tongue once more. His nose rubs at your folds as he shakes his head and thrusts his tongue in deep.
You whine around Caleb’s dick as he guides your head in a steady rhythm by gripping your hair at the base of your skull. The thick tip of him battering the back of your throat as you swallow around him. Your belly flares with heat as you feel Valko begin to fuck your pussy wit his tongue in a similar way he had done with his cock earlier. You moan his name, the vibrations making Caleb groan out as his hips stutter in their rhythm.You try to pull away from the feeling of his tongue, but something soft and fluffy wraps around your waist and holds you in place as his hand smacks the round kesh of your ass.
”Nuh huh, pup...Stay right there and cum on my tongue for me. Let me drink you down before I fill you with my knot.” His tongue moves faster, working over your clit as his lips suction around it, Vlako starts letting out whiny little whimpers as he your scent fills him and his hips start canting and humping the air as his cock bobs heavily between his thighs, pre-cum leaking steadily from the tip. His thumb swipes over the puckered hole of your ass as he nudges at it gently, feeling your walls tighten around his tongue. “That’s it, lil’Red, you can do it. You're allowed to feel pleasure from my tongue. Squirt f’me. Squirt down my throat.”
The burning heat simmering low in your belly turns into a raging inferno as you hollow out your cheeks in a scream as your thighs quiver and your juices begin to leak out and drip down Valko’s awaiting tongue.”Mmph....” You swallow once more around Caleb’s cock as you feel your release squirt out of you, your thighs shaking and threatening to give out if Valko’s tail wasn’t supporting you as well as the firm grip his hands had on your asscheeks. You raise your eyes to look up at Caleb as you feel Valko pull away from your sensitive cunt to line his weeping tip up.
Caleb catches your look and his hand cups your cheek that was pocketing his dick. “Take it, Pips. I know you can handle him.”
“You ready, pup?” Valko asks as he rubs the cool metal of his piercing along your folds, teasing your still buzzing clit from your orgasm. At your weak, pitiful sounding moan, Valko slowly pushes the flared, pierced head of his cock into your warm. A whine vibrates in his chest as his hands move to grip your waist, tail unfurling from around you to wag behind him. His jaw ached with the need to clamp down on your nape to hold you in place as he ruts his knot into you. “Fuckk...You’re still so goddamn tight even after Caleb pounded you into the mattress.” Valko sinks his cock in slowly, letting you feel every single inch, every bump of his Jacob’s ladder until his heavy sac smacks against your clit.
You let out a garbled moan around Caleb’s cock as your tongue swirls around his shaft, drool leaking down your chin to drip over your chest. Pushing your hips back, you try to get Valko to set a fast pace, needing to feel him absolutely batter your insides with that pierced dick of his. You feel Caleb gather your hair at the base of your skull to pull you further down on his cock until your nose his buried in the neat brown hair trailing down his abs. you work your throat muscles around him as you turn your watery eyes up at him, silently pleading with him to cum, to let you taste him on your tongue. You feel Valko’s fingers dig into your hips as he yanks you back onto his cock, fucking you at a brutal pace.
Caleb’s cock twitches within the warmth of your mouth and he knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer, especially if you kept looking at him with those eyes. “Shit, Pipsqueak, if you keep sucking me down like this, I’m gonna cum down this sinful little throat. That’s exactly what you want, huh?” He chuckles as he watches you nod your head, a hum of agreement vibrating down his length. His balls tighten as his cock swells slightly as he uses your hair to hold you close to his body. “Fuck...here it comes, naughty meimei~” Thick, creamy ropes of white paints your throat as Caleb’s body shivers from the force of his release. His breathing is hard as his softening cock slips out of your mouth. Caleb’s thumb reaches out to wipe at the excess that escaped your greedy little mouth. “She’s all yours, Val.”
No sooner than when those words left Caleb’s mouth, Valko’s wolf ears twitch as his fangs grit against each other. “C’mere, Red~” He growls as your hands move from your hips to your breasts as he sits back on his haunches. His hands squeeze at your breasts, tweaking your nipples until your voice is a high pitched whimper as he thrusts up until you. He feels his knot swelling, pressing against your entrance with every thrust. “Fuck, gonna fill you with my knot, stuff you full of my cum, gonna breed you so fucking good.” His words came out in growls as one of his hands ghost back down your twitching little clit, rubbing it in fast circles. Valko bounces you up and down on his cock as his teeth bite down on the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Go on and cum for me again, mark with your scent, Red. Drown me in it.”
Your voice came out a high pitched keen as you scream out his name. Your juices squirt out of you, soaking the bed, your thighs and Valko’s thighs. “Valko...No more...I can’t...”
Valko chuckles. “I’m almost there.” He moves his hand away from your breasts and grabs your wrist and guides your hand down to the spot where you two were connected. “Feel that? That’s about to go inside you. You’re gonna be stuck with me for a while, You want that? Want my fat knot stretching that pretty hole? Yes, yes you do. Good fucking girl~” He snarls as his knot finally slips insidem growing bigger inside you as his balls tighten, drawing up as his cum paints your insides white in his color. His knot swells as he cums, keeping it all inside and not letting a single drop waste. “Fuck, you feel tat big fucking knot inside you, plugging in all that cum?”
You whine at the stretch, his knot filling your body and keeping Valko’s hot cum inside your body. “Haahh...” You let out a breath, spit clinging to your lips as your mouth hangs open. “Its so big...Feels so full...Valko....” Your arms reach behind you to curl around his neck, finger finding the fluffy ears perched on top of his head and the first thing tat came to your fucked out mind was, “Good boy, Valko...” You smile lazily as you could feel his cock still twitching inside you as his release slows to a trickle. Your head rolls back to rest against his shoulder as your chest heaves with every breath. you shift your gaze over to Caleb, who had already pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants. “How long?”
Caleb smirks. “How long what? His knot holds? I don’t know, pips. First time I’ve seen him do this.” He flips Valko the bird with a grin. “Asshole move to start without me by the way, Val.”
Valko laughs as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close and nuzzling the top of your head. “Bout 30-45 minutes. Her fault for smelling so good.”
“I meant how long have you known Valko was a wolf demihuman?!” You arch your brow as you pinch Valko’s thigh. “And how is this my fault?”
The redhead shrugged, barely flinching when you pinch him. “Maybe don’t answer the door dressed only in a towel, Little Red? How are you by the way? I wasn’t too rough was I?”
"N-No, it was perfect..." Your face heats up as you realize that tis was kind of your fault for answering the door in just your towel, then inviting Valko up to your room. You huff and cross your arms over your chest, “Shut up, wolfie.” You gingerly touch the mark on your neck that is sharp teeth left behind. “Kinda stings here.”
Valko’s tongue immediately slips out and laps at the bite mark he left behind. “Better?”
“You’re still an asshole, Val.” Caleb walks over to examine the bite, making sure it didn’t need to be tended to and cleaned up properly.
“Shut up, ‘leb”
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Pairing: Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader
CW/TW: Kissing, P-i-V intercourse, oral sex, consensual touching
Word Count: 3,365
A/N: This is a one shot based on a series of blurbs I posted for a friend on Discord.
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Nanami Kento- Greedy
Life as a jujutsu sorcerer is a lot to manage. Especially for those who find themselves in the employ of Tokyo Jujutsu High. And thus our story begins.
Nanami was, and has always been, a workaholic. Even when work and missions take up ALL his time, he still takes on a full schedule. You better beleive that his cohort hears about how greedy this line of work is with his time. "Can't they find someone else to take these missions?" he'd grumble to Yu before the incident.
When he started working in the office, he'd grumble the same to you. First the grumbligs came in the break room when you both were refreshing your tea. Then they came over the cubicle wall when your desk was moved. Then they came during lunch… and morphed into deepr conversations. Which lead to talking during the day about more than just the work load. Now a few years later when Nanami left the office for a position at a technical high school, you still meet up for coffee and the occasional dinner.
"I thought the accounts at the firm were the greediest thing I've delt with," he say with that deep tambre that you came to enjoy very much. "Turns out I was wrong… teaching teenagers is the greediest thing I've ever done." He picks up the wine glass and takes a deep draw.
"I can totally see that. Teenagers are a lot. But Its got to be leagues better than working with littles," you reply as you slice a piece of the wagyu in front of you. "Germs, regulating emotios, no boundaries." You flash him a smile and he visibly relaxes.
"I'm constantly on the go," he says. While his tone conveys the annoyance at the time commitment, his eyes say the opposite. He secretly loves being on the go all the time. "It would be nice to come home to someone from time to time… that sounds ridiculous." He shakes his head as he takes a perfectly constructed bite of his dinner.
The words send a delayed tingle down your spine. You look up from your plate and your expression softens. "Kento…" your tone is soft, steeped in concern and care. "I get it. I work excessively long days and coming home to a dark and empty apartment…" you pause to sip your wine. "Its discouraging. I constantly think what's the point of all of this if I'm not living my best life." You set your wine glass down, mentally bracing yourself.
"That's it exactly." Nanami's shoulders lower. "You get it. Which shouldnt surprise me, you always have." He smiles his first genuine smile of the night and your heart melts.
After a few moments of silence and looking at one another, you drop your gaze to your plate and speak. "Kento… I have an idea. A bit of a silly one, but hear me out…" As you pause, your gaze lifts to his and you feel heat bloom. "We could be roommates."
Time stops. Your breaths are slow and even. Nanami's jaw drops slightly and you brace yourself for him to laugh in your face about the idea. He blinks several times and takes several calming breaths. When his gaze finally meets yours again, the corner of his mouth is turned up in a not quite smirk. "Really? You'd be willing to be my roommate?"
"Yes. It would save us the time of vetting potential roommates and we are close friends already," You cover your mouth.
"Alright. My place or yours?" he assks.
"My lease is up next month," you reply.
"Come over tonight, if you like my place you can move in. If not, we could look together." He smiles again.
"Deal," You smile. The two of you clink your wine glasses together. The rest of the meal goes as expected. The conversation turns from the greediness of your 9 to 5's to things like cooking preferences and hygiene habbits/schedules. After you pay, the two of you walk out together. Nanami keeps you on his left, away from the street, as he escorts you to his car. Ever the gentleman, he opens your door and closes it once you are buckled in.
His apartment is just as you thought it would be. Clean, orderly, tidy, with just a touch of that comforting homey feel. When you walk further into the livingroom, you are overwhelmed with the scent of coconut, musky vanilla, teakwood, and orange patchouli. The scent takes you back to the days at the firm, sitting in the cubicle across from him and getting whiffs of his cologne and laundry detergent. The same tingle that went down your spine earlier in the night follows a new path into your core where it turns to a blooming heat that floods all your senses.
"I love it," you whisper. "Can I see my room?" When you ask, the words come out in a husky tone. And, true to his nature, Nanami cannot help but react to the sound of your voice. He shudders breifly and nods.
"Of course, right this way." he swallows as he leads you down the hall. His hand brushes against your shoulder, coming to rest at the small of your back. He shows you the bathroom, his room, and what is currently his spare room/office. "This would be yours. I dont really end up working from home, so beignwithout an office is fine with me." he looks down at the top of your hair, a gentle smile on his lips.
"Oh. this will be perfect. Can I keep the book shelves? I have a few books and some collectables," you say as you tilt your head up. When your gazes meet for the fourth time tonnight, there is a charge in the air between the two of you. This spark adds to the heat that just won't stop pooling in your lower belly.
"Of course," there is a note of relaxation in his voice. His thumb absentmindedly strokes back and forth over the spot right above the small of your back. He smiles and nods as you go on about how you want to set the room up. You're too enamored with the ideas in your head to notice how his cheeks softly pinken as you talk.
"Goodness, I have been yapping nonstop. Kento, I cannot wait to move in. When can I start bringing some things over?" You ask. If you were a liquid, you'd be bubbling all over from the multitudes of excitement brewing in you.
"Give me a week or so to get my things out. I'm going to be away for a few days next week for work. How about we meet for coffee on Monday and I'll give you a key and my passcodes?" He says in that soft baritone voice.
You nod vigorously. "That would be amazing. Maybe I'll start bringing things over then? If thats okay with you."
Nanami nods and escorts you back to his car to drive you home. The next five days pass quickly. When you arent at work, you're packing the things you dont need and making posts to sell things like your couch and dining set. While you are preparing to move your life, Nanami is preparing for your arrival.
Your arrival keeps producing happier and happier thoughts in his mind. These reflect on his countenance, of course. Which leads to Satoru poking at him everytime he sees him in the lounge at work. "C'mon Nanami… You are litterally glowing. What happened?" Satoru whines
"Satoru, stop. I dont want to talk about it. Or at least not with you," Nanami pushes his glasses up. "My personal life isnt up for discussion. You know I keep my personal life out of my work life."
"You're such a stick in the mud," Satoru huffs. "You'd think you'd be a little more open now that we are not just classmates, but collegues. We have history! Doesn't that count?" Satoru rolls his eyes under his blindfold.
"I would remind you that sometimes the past stays in the fucking past," Nanami growls. "I've done a lot to get to this point where I am comfotable. So please, if you are going to disturb my peace, kindly back the fuck off." The tone of his voice goes deep, demanding and cold. How dare Satoru get greedy with his time. The students being greedy with his time makes sense. Work missions being greedy with his time makes sense. You beign greedy with his time makes sense. But Satoru fucking Gojo being greedy? No, not allowed. Nanami hoped that being harsh and cussing at him out make him back off.
Satoru blinks and releases the breath he ended up holding. "O-Okay. I'll back off. I just… I dont know…" He shakes his head and releases another hard breath,
Nanami cracks his neck. "Everything else in my life is greedy. Right now, I need you to not be. I'll happily let you know if and when that changes, got it?"
Satoru nods and heads back to his classroom. Nanami sends a message out to his students that he will be out the rest of the day. Then he messages you
NK: Care to get lunch together? My treat. I'll come to you.
When the message comes across your screen, your heart skips several beats. You type and erase the message several times before hitting send.
YN: That sounds wonderful, actually. I need to get out of the office for a little bit. There's a conbini near by that has some amazing grab-and-go.
NK: We can do that. Be there in five.
You close out of the app in your phone and return to work. Knowing that he's coming to take you to lunch invigorates you. This newfound energy bursts you through the remaining tasks on this new client account and you clock out just as you get the message that Nanami is waiting at the front door.
The lunch break is just what the two of you need. Between the two of you, you split an egg salad sando, spam musubi, and you show Nanami how to make one of those fancy conbini drinks that pop up on social media. Sitting on the bench outside the office building, you two talk about the annoyances of the day. Before you both depart, he hands you a key and a card. "Start moving in whenever. Your room is ready when you are," His voice is soft like the first large flakes of snow that will inevitably fall in a few months.
"Thank you," you reply. The words fall almost whisper like from your lips.
"I leave for my work trip in three days. Would you be willing to come stay the night once before I leave?" Nanami's voice is smooth but his insides jittter.
"Yes. I'd be happy to." You reply with a grin. "Tonight?"
"Yes," he replies qickly and confidently. "I'll be home when you get off. Bring a box or two and a change of clothes."
Your cheeks warm. "Yes. See you. I'll text before I head over."
After he walks you back to work, Nanami heads home and starts final preparations for a guest. He orders some take out for dinner and sets up the futon in your room. The last thing he does before your message that you were en route arrives is take a shower. The hot water pelts his stress stiffened muscles, helping him relax a bit more.
When you arrive, dinner is on the table and the apartment is very atmospheric. "Come in." He smiles as he ushers you into the space with your full hands. He takes the large bottle of cider from you and sets it on the counter.
"I grabbed a drink for us to share." You smile, readjusting your grip on the two boxes and the duffel bag of clothes. "I'm gonna go set my stuff in my room." When you come back the two of you share dinner and the cider. Then, in a moment of whimsy, you opt to watch an episode of the latest nature docuseries.
"Thanks for coming over tonight," Nanami says as he rests his arm on the back of the couch. "Having you here makes me feel better."
"Of course," You say, leaning your head back. Your smile feels dopey as you look at him. "I feel better being here."
After the episode ends, you both head to bed. The next morning you are up before he is and are making breakfast. You leave his plate in the microwave and send him a messagewhen you get to work that there's food waiting. This guesture leaves him feeling fizzy.
Over the next few weeks you slowly move in until its the last day of your lease. You're all settled in his apartment now. Tonight will be the first of many where you will share the same roof.
Nanami loves this. He loves coming home to you and seeing you help keep the apartment tidy. He loves haivng someone to greet him in the late afternoon and someone to help make sure there are no left overs. He loves having someone to watch the news or a documentary with. Over the next few months of living together and memorizing eachothers schedules, you and Nanami grow even closer. Soft touches, hugs after coming home, the occasional back rub. All of these add up to the line between roommates and being more is blurred.
So one day he comes home after a rather hard mission. His eyes droop just a little as he walks in, exhaustion is nipping at his heels. He sees you cooking and moves on instinct. He approaches from behind. His arms encircle your waist and he burries his face in your hair. "God, you are the softest little thing." He sighs, taking in a deep breath that is mixed with the scent of your shampoo.
"Kento…" you groan as you pause the flipping of the stir fry you are working on. His breath is hot on your neck through your hair.
"Is this okay?"
"More than okay," you moan as that all too familar heat floods your needy core. You press back agaisnt his chest. His grip tightens. Somehow you manage to find some focus while he canoodles you to finish dinner. "Nanami… dinner is done…" you tone is whiney and needy.
"It can wait," his tone is gravely. Gently, he lifts you bridal style and carries you to his bedroom. He sets you on the duvet. "Is this okay?" He asks.
"More than okay." You reply. Then he leans down and kisses you. Your lips part for him, greedily taking every kiss, nibble, and lick that you can get. Your tongue slides agaisnt his and he groans. the matress dips under his knees as he climbs on the bed, caging you agianst the plush bedding. Hands start to wander under your shirt. The only response you can think of is to arch your back so that he can make quick work of your top. Which flies across the room moments later, followed by the rest of your clothes and his.
He moans as the tip of his solid cock drags agaisnt the seam of your pussy lips. "Is this for me?" he hisses, feeling your sweet slick seepign from between those buttery soft lips.
"Yes," you moan back. Your clit throbs.
"Only me?" he cants his hips forward. The tip of his cockslides between your lips.
"No one else," you moan again as he nudges your clit. "Kento… please…"
"Such a greedy girl," he breathes as his hands knead their way to your thighs to spread them farther. "My greedy girl…"
And with those words he slides into you, filling and stretching you to your max. Each thrust has his cock dragging deliciously against your walls as he aims to precisely hit that soft spor that makes you see galaxies. You move your hips to keep up with his movements. His breaths come in short pants. Your breath comes in the form of his name as a prayer to whatever gods will listen to you. For every two of your climaxes, he has one. The two of you remain a sweaty, cummy, mass of tangled limbs for hours until your muscles are at failure.
The final climax is messy and comes in strong waves. Strings of your gossamer slick snap on each back stroke of his hips. His shaft is coated with a creamy mix of your cum and his.
This is how most of the nights are. He comes home, finds you mid-domestic task, and soon you beg for load after load. His favorite nights are when you are on your cycle and take him in your mouth.
The thought of you on your knees, mouth full of cock, and looking up at him through whispy sweat drenched hairs brings him to full attention while he processes reports behind his desk. He quickly locks his door, frees his cock, and strokes himself to completion while thinking of you. Once he's cleaned up, he sends you a single heart via text and gets back to work.
When he comes home that night, he finds you in the kitchen working on some sort of sauce to go with the dinner you made. It starts all innocently. He comes in, drops his coat and bag at the door. Then he silently walks up behind you, wrappign his arms about your waist. You goran softly as you add soem seasoning to the pot. He dips his finger in the pot, then slides it into your mouth. His free hand runs the length of your body. "How's that taste love?" He says in a sultry whisper as he grinds his tented trousers into your plush ass. As his wandering hand slidesbetween your skin and your bottoms, he teases your clit through your panties. "Seems like it could use something…" his tone is rough as he rubs tight circles over your clit.
"Kento… more. Please…" you keen, leaning back into him after he pulls his cleaned finger from your mouth. He turns off the stove, the lifts you onto the counter.
"Lift your hips," he comands and you obey. He rips your pants and panties off in one swift motion. He then leans you back and spreads your legs. "Look at the sweet pussy of yours. Looks like I'm having dessert first." He kisses the insdie of your thighs as he makes his way to the pert little pearl poking out from your labia. His tongue swirls over the sensitive nub of nerve endings and pleasure while he slides two fingers to the first knuckle.He thrusts them in and out, slowly and methodically with the pattern of swirls and flicks.
His lips curl into a devious smile as he feels you get closer and closer. Each cry of his name and sharp breath add to the evidnece that your climax is close. So he adds a thrid finger and aims for your g-spot with the precision of a rocket scientist. when he pulls back for air, he chuckles. "Cum for me, my greedy girl." And you do. You cum on his fingers, muscles clenching and fluttering around his digits.
"More…" The word falls from your lips as he pulls his figners out of you.
"There she is…" he strokes his cock with the hand thats covered in your cum before sliding balls deep into your heat. "Fuck, still so tight even after cumming for me." He thrusts lazily just to hear every little sound you can make. He pulls you close and carries you to a chair in the dining room You're on your throne. His powerful thight supporting your ass, his length still burried inside you. The thrusts are paused as you come down from that last orgasm."You have five mintes," he ehispers as he massages your inner thighs. As he nuzzles your throat, he murmurs," Unless you can give me one more, like the good wife you are." His cock twitches and he slowly thrusts into you.
I guess it's that time of year again where I remind you, the reader, that if your blog does not have your age somewhere in your bio or in a pinned post, you are reported and blocked.
Yes, I go and I check each blog that pops up in my notifications. Perks of being a small blog.
This is an 18+ space. I write what I want.
Minors fuck off and stop interacting with my content.
Pairing: Nanami Kento x Fem! Reader
WC: 4K
CW: All content warnings are listed on the masterlist. Read at your own discretion.
Synopsis: Nanami Kento finally arrives in paradise, at long last. He meets you, but things are not what they seem. This work is heavily inspired by the Black Mirror episode, San Junipero.
MDNI - 18+
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Chapter 1
There's a warm sea breeze that he welcomes. The ocean breathes salt across his golden hair.
"At last..."
He never thought it could happen after everything that had happened. Flashes of the fight and the fire still linger on his mind, but he shakes it off. Televisions are on display behind the glass, where he stops to see his reflection.
His hair is longer, but his bangs don't cover his eyes; an optimal choice. "I'm not sure why I went with this haircut." He feels relaxed in the white pants and a Hawaiian-style shirt. People are running past him, laughing. He turns to see where they're going, following their footsteps.
Nanami Kento was never one to go with the crowd, but there's no harm in doing that tonight, right?
The sign above the building says Rebound. The music is not of his time, but he's familiar with the period. In the background, West End Girls by the Pet Shop Boys is playing. People are dancing, hollering in the middle of the dance floor. He walks around, unsure of how to interact with anyone here. He goes around and finds an arcade. There's Pac Man, Asteroids, and even Mortal Kombat. He's not sure where he is, but this could be fun.
"This can be fun, right?" He finds a quarter and inserts it into the Pac-Man machine. He hears the jingle and puts all his focus on this mundane game. The first level is a breeze, but the next few become too challenging. He loses, but is met with an excitable man with brown hair. "Pretty fun, right?!" He reminds him of someone, but it can't be him. "Do you want to play a round of Mortal Kombat?"
"Maybe not right now." There's a hint of doubt in Nanami's voice.
"Come on, it'll be fun." The brown-haired man selects Liu Kang as his character. "I'll play solo, and then you can see if you'll want to try," Nanami observes the gameplay, just curious to see if this game will be okay. However, seeing the fire attacks flash something. He shuffles away quickly; he's not in danger, but the memory is still there.
"Wait...oh, I see. I'll see you around."
He goes to the bar and grabs a Coke. He's not sure why he went with this particular drink. Maybe he could've gone with something stronger. Everyone is having fun, or so it appears.
"I said to leave me alone. It was just one time."
"Come on, you said we could do this again."
"In your dreams!"
"Funny you say that, but it feels like a dream."
You look around, trying to find an exit, and you notice him looking at you. Nanami makes eye contact with you; it's too late, you're zooming straight towards him, taking a seat next to him.
"Just follow my lead, do you understand?"
Without a moment to respond, he nods. You wrap your arm around Nanami's arm, tugging him towards you as you.
"Oh, he's got a bit of muscle," Thinking this to yourself, he would be aghast, probably if he heard that.
"Who is this guy?!"
"This is my friend! I can't believe he's here tonight!" You continue to tug on his arm, looking towards him with a smile that can disarm any conflict. He's not sure what's going on, but he'll try to help someone in distress if he can.
"Hi." Nanami waves with a free hand.
"You know, he's running out of time. I haven't seen them in so long, and I just want to spend every second with him now that I've found him." You rest your head on his shoulder, hoping the other person gets the message.
"See you around, I guess." There's a scoff before the person walks away.
Nanami welcomes the touch, but there's hesitation. Does he move? Or should he just sit there?
You lift your head and loosen your hold on his arm. "PHEW. You're a lifesaver, I really appreciate it." You continue to give him that smile that you gave him at first glance; he feels heat on his face, while he reciprocates with a shy smile.
"What's your name?" You lean towards Nanami, with no care for his personal space.
"I'm Nanami. Nanami Kento." He extends his hand out.
You tell him your name, shaking his hand.
"What brings you here?"
"I'm...not sure. I'm beginning to feel out of place here."
"I think everyone does when they come here for the first time."
"It's not yours?"
"Not at all! I think this is my...third time coming here!"
"To Rebound?"
"Well, no. I've been to La Cuevita, which is where I met that guy who wouldn't leave me alone."
"What's La Cuevita?"
"If you don't know what that place is, it's better that you don't bother looking for it."
"Oh...okay."
"You're a guy of few words, aren't you?"
"I've been told. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I like that. It means that you're someone who will say what you mean. Or maybe, you show others that you care for them through your actions!"
You read him like a book. You're easy to talk to, but he can't just come up with some boring or random topic to waste your time. Maybe you hate having your time wasted, as he observed earlier.
"Ahh! That's my song, you have to dance with me!"
The Cure's, The Forest plays.
"I'm not much of a dancer."
"You don't have to be! You can just watch what I do."
"Oh, I don't know!"
"Come, just try it out!" You tug on his hand to follow you. He holds on to it, afraid to let go. He looks around at the people on the dance floor. You choose to stay in the centre, now opting to hold both his hands to dance.
"Just move your hips, just like that!"
Nanami's moves are stiff, but he wants to try. You find him quite handsome; his haircut is something you haven't seen since...well, that doesn't matter. His eyes are soft when he's gazing at you; you let go of his hands, wrapping your arms around his waist as you dance. His arms are suspended, not sure where to place them.
"If I place them on her hips, it's too close to there, but if maybe...I place one on the small of her back."
Not a moment too soon, and you place his hand on the small of your back for him.
"It's not that hard, right?" You say softly, as the song's bass lines help you stay in motion.
"This is safe, there's nothing to worry about." He keeps these thoughts to himself, but the crowd stares at both of you.
"Is there something wrong with us?"
"No, just ignore them."
"Is this a dream?"
"I can assure you that it's not, and I'm right here."
He struggles to breathe. He can feel the sweat pooling in the back of his head. He takes your arms off him and walks away. You follow right behind him, confused about what just occurred.
Nanami stands outside underneath a canopy; it's started to rain. The water splashes on some puddles that have formed on the sidewalk.
"There you are. Are you okay?" Your tone is no longer excitable, but softer.
He nods, unable to articulate what just happened in there.
"I get it. It can be a lot. I'm sorry for forcing you to do something."
"It's not that..."
He can't put his finger on it. This feels new, but he's experienced these situations before.
"Are you living here or are you a tourist?" You ask, making an effort to break the tension.
"I'm...a tourist. Not sure if I want to live here."
"Why?"
"It's paradise, but I'm not sure if I'm meant to have that forever."
"Why not?"
"Well, why are you a tourist?"
"I...it's a long story. You don't have time."
"I have time."
"It's almost midnight."
"Oh? Is your carriage going to turn into a pumpkin again?"
You laugh out loud. He feels pride surging through him.
"Has anyone told you that you're funny?"
"I've heard it from time to time." His body relaxes.
"Do you want to have fun?" You move closer to him, trying to close the distance between the two of you.
He startles; he should be getting comfortable. You just told him that it's almost midnight. Your fingers slowly walk up to rest on his chest. His face feels hot again; his ears are burning.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're too tall?" Your voice sultry.
"I...I guess."
His knees buckle as you stand on your tippy-toes, pouting your lips, batting your eyelashes. He quickly grabs your shoulders, putting distance between you, but unfortunately, also pushing you into the pouring rain.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry."
"No. It's fine. I get it. I'm sorry again. I'll see you around."
You walk away into the dark street, in the pouring rain. It becomes difficult to see where you're going. Soon, he can't see where you went.
The rain trickles. He slams his hand against the brick wall behind him.
"Damn it."
It's a beautiful night, and the weather has remained the same; paradise, right? He stands in front of a mirror, trying to figure out his outfit for tonight.
"Hmm, will this haircut be just right for tonight?" He's opted for a 7:3 part: tapered and an undercut to boot. He slicks his hair back one final time, but he acknowledges that this is a fidget. He focuses on the wardrobe. The cheetah-printed tie stares at him. At one point, it was a symbol of resistance, but what's there to resist right now? There is no danger here, just strangers in a beach town. There was a time he pined to finally be able to relax and dip his toes in the ocean, but now...well, he could go to the beach, but he has a mission; he needs to find you again.
He goes back and forth wondering if a linen shirt and a pair of khakis are the ultimate statement of relaxation. "Maybe I should go for the shorts?" Time is of the essence, playing with his hair one more time before heading out. "Ah, right, can't forget these!" He puts on a pair of glasses for the occasion. "I'll stand out more for these."
Nanami quickly rushes to Rebound, hoping to find you there once more. He wants, no...he needs to apologize to you. You're just looking for fun, right? There's no harm in two grown adults wanting to experience fun together. There's a quiet ache in his heart when he tries to reminisce about the last time he felt he had an inkling of enjoyment. He feels a tinge of pain on his left side, but he tries to shake it off.
The laughter of people going towards Rebound snaps him out of the daze, hurrying along to see if tonight you'll be there. He takes a deep breath as he enters the doors. The music is quite different from the last time he was here.
"It's a beautiful night, oh-oh-oh, I just wanna be here beside you..."
The song feels apt, and then he sees you by the bar: alone. You're wearing a short dress with silver sequins. The straps are too thin and barely do justice to cover you up. You see him as you take a drag out of your cigarette. You pretend to be aloof and uninterested in the man that you see. His physique has changed since the last time you saw him.
His hair has changed; he appears taller. Though that's not what stands out to you: it's the change in his physique. Muscles in areas that weren't there last time. He starts to walk towards you. You turn around and turn off your cigarette on an ashtray at the bar. You signal the bartender as you need liquid courage.
"What are you having tonight?" Nanami cuts in.
"Vodka tonic." You say it so dryly that he wonders if this is a mistake. No, he must persist.
The bartender nods, looking towards Nanami to see if he wants anything.
"Jack and Coke."
"Coming right up."
You tap your fingers, wishing your drink would come out faster.
"Listen, about last week..." His voice is trying to remain soft, but the loud music makes it difficult to do that.
"No, it's okay. You don't have to say anything." You're not sure what he's trying to explain. He rejected you; it's fine. You've been rejected before.
"I insist we talk about it."
"But there's nothing to talk about."
"Vodka Tonic. Jack and Coke." The bartender walks to the other end of the bar, but you wonder if he's trying to avoid getting involved in any drama. Probably not the first time this has happened.
You take your drink and move towards the dance floor. Around the World by Daft Punk plays. Your dress makes you look like a disco ball as the club lights reflect on it. The way you move your body has him unable to look away from you. Men come up to you to try to dance with you, but you nod and tell them you're not interested, continuing to dance to the music.
Nanami sips on his Jack and Coke, fire surging through his body. Why won't you hear him out? You groove to the bass, without a care in the world. Nanami Kento wasn't going to steal your fun tonight. It's only 9 pm; there are only 3 hours until midnight.
You walk away from the dance floor, making your way to the bathroom. You set your empty glass on the counter. Staring into the mirror, you tousle your hair, concealing whatever nerves this man is creating for you. You're not sure why this man is so persistent, but there's no harm in hearing him out. The door opens from behind you, and you see him walk in, locking the door behind you.
"What are you doing? This is the women's bathroom."
"I said I want to talk to you."
"You have a way of showing it. Let me leave."
"I...want to have fun."
"Okay, there are hundreds of people to have fun with out there."
"No...I want to have fun with you." He takes a deep breath. "I don't know when the last time was that I felt happy in the company of another person. So please...just show me what I need to do."
There's no distance between your bodies. You can't stop staring at his arms, or turning your attention to the unbuttoned button on his shirt, exposing his collarbone. You've been with both men and women before, but this feels different. He's someone who is seeking to make that connection with you.
Without saying anything else, you pull on his shirt, signalling him to come closer to you. Your eyes slowly close, hoping that Nanami can take a hint. He takes your hands, cupping your face as he presses his lips on yours. Your stomach is full of butterflies, the kiss blooming into something more. You wrap your arms around his neck, as his hands shift to find your waist. He can't resist trailing his hands to find your ass, pulling on the dress to caress your ass.
You pull away from the kiss, giggling. "Most people take me out to dinner before they do that..."
"I'm not most men." He kisses you again as his hand grips your ass, caressing it as he grows hungrier for more. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth, fiddling with the flimsy fabric of the thong you opted to wear this evening. Your hands run through his neatly combed hair, disheveling it as you ache to have this man to yourself.
"You know...my place isn't that far away from here."
"Oh?" He pulls away from the kiss, but can't resist touching you.
"I think my bed would be more comfortable...what do you say?"
He nods, opening the door. He grabs your hand to pull you out of the bathroom. It's 10:03 pm.
Making way to your convertible, both of you can stop kissing each other. You stop right outside the doors; he slams into you the second time against a wall, and a third time against your car, where he slides his knee between your legs. You have no shame in doing this publicly, but Nanami deserves a special touch.
You race on the road, trying to hurry as the clock has been ticking. You make it to a beach house next to the ocean. You lead the way into your home, Nanami in pursuit. As he goes inside, he observes the concert posters decorating the wall. A wall of vinyl records on the opposite wall. Photos of various people alongside you. He recognizes the uniform you're wearing in one of the photos. Before he could say anything, you take his hand, guiding him to your bedroom.
"Where were we?" You remove the straps from your shoulders and let the dress pool beneath your feet. You step out of the dress, taking your shoes off. You're nearly bare, Nanami opting to sit on the edge of the bed. He pulls you towards him, forcing you to sit on his lap. His fingers caress your back, taking note of how soft you feel against him. He peppers you with kisses across your collarbone, lingering on your pulse point. You grind against him, his erection growing.
"Mmm, Nanami..."
You kiss his cheeks, moving to find his ears, biting on his earlobe. Another groan comes out as he squeezes your ass, bringing you closer to him. You caress his body, outlining his muscles with your hands, surveying all his perfections; not a single scratch or scar on his body: the perfect canvas.
The tension builds, but there's no respite just yet. He picks you up with such ease, setting you gently on the bed, his body caging you in. His hands are gentle, exploring the curves of your body, slowly removing the final garment of clothing from your body; a real goddess right in front of his eyes. He cannot take his time with you tonight, but he wants to savour this moment. Open-mouthed kisses seeking every part of your body, going from North to South. He kneels before you to taste the nectar from between your legs.
His tongue takes one long stripe, zeroing in on your clit.
"Wait...fuck. Hold on..."
The words fall on deaf ears; if time is of the essence, he needs to relish your sweetness before this night is over. He laps slowly, but he finds his momentum as you whine and wriggle away from him. His arms hook around your legs to keep you from running away from him.
"Shit...please...." Your right hand tugs on his hair, pulling on it, begging him to go further. He goes from licking to sucking, the sounds becoming filthier as you get closer to the edge. Your back arches away from the bed as you cry out his name; he's not your first, but this is different. His arms continue to hold you, refusing to let you get away. He kisses your inner thighs, standing up to tower over you.
He removes his bottoms, unveiling his stiff cock. You admire him; the muscles on his body present before you. You bite your lip as you admire the V-line that forces you to take note of the size of the muscle that is eager to make itself at home inside of you.
"My eyes are up here..."
You release a laugh as he moves towards you, taking your legs so he can rest them on his shoulders. The tip of his cock teases you, slowly pushing itself in, but pulling back out. You feel that you're becoming wetter in anticipation of feeling all of him deep inside of you.
"Mmm, stop that."
"I'll reward you soon, just wait..." His voice is low and husky.
You feel heat on your face as he finally bullies himself inside of you. The sting is there, but it fades as Nanami fully bottoms out. He kisses your calf as he thrusts, maintaining eye contact with you. He wants to feel you closer to him, pushing your legs further back as he closes the distance between you too. He's able to finally kiss you, letting you taste yourself in the process. You're intoxicated by him, needing to feel him closer to you. You don't let go of him as the kiss persists; he finds himself coming closer to the verge, but he needs this to last just a little longer.
He pulls out, quickly placing you on top of him. You don't hesitate as you guide the tip of his cock back inside of you, rocking back and forth to feel him. He bends his knees, allowing you to feel him much deeper than previously. You rest your hands on his chest, digging your nails into him as you grind faster.
"There she is...show me how much you want me..."
The words give you the courage to go faster, to take everything he's giving you. You lean in as the kisses become sloppier, his arms wrapping around your waist, but he's no longer interested in making you work for this, as he slams his cock inside of you. His pace quickens, euphoria washing over both of you, his warm seed filling you up as he tilts you to the side to deepen the passion between the two of you. You don't want this night to end, but it will soon.
"Are you okay?" His voice is soft, caring.
"Mhmmm." You nuzzle onto his neck, lightly kissing it.
He places a kiss on your forehead as he slowly pulls out. You sigh, craving to have him once more. You move closer to him, but he moves quickly to rest his head on your breasts. His kisses are gentle as he lies there quietly. Your fingers run through his hair once more, seeking to hold him for as long as you can.
"That was...truly..."
"Yes?" Curiosity is piqued.
"Amazing..."
His lips graze your breast once more. He wants to find the right words to say, but this moment is perfect; fleeting.
The tension has snapped, but both of you hang on by a thread. You try to avoid looking at the clock next to the bed that you're sharing with him.
"When was the last time you were with someone?" He asks quietly.
You're not taken aback, but you figured there would be a moment to talk about this.
"A few years ago. I was going to get married."
"What happened?
You take a deep breath, trying not to remember the pain that you've left behind. "He...died."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
You giggle, clearing the air momentarily.
"It's okay. When was the last time you were with someone?"
"I can't remember...I just remember that she was a baker."
"She sounds sweet."
"She was."
"Nanami?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you believe in second chances?"
The silence is deafening, but you want to know what Nanami Kento believes in. He thinks methodically, trying to find the words to articulate how he feels right now. He desires to find home somewhere, with someone. He's not sure if he's found that yet, but he wants to believe that it's possible.
Life has been a series of different events and opportunities for Nanami Kento. The one true thing he wonders if he’s ever found happiness. Is this the second chance that he’s been looking for? “I’m hopeful that a second chance will present itself soon.”
He yawns suddenly, wondering where all the exhaustion came from. His eyes become heavy as sleep takes over. You didn't hear a word he said because you were already in deep slumber before he finished his last sentence.
"How long has he been in suspended animation?"
"About 30 years. The program has done wonders to his brain activity. Wonder what's going on in there."
Pairing: Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader
CW/TW: Kissing, P-i-V intercourse, oral sex, consensual touching
Word Count: 3,365
A/N: This is a one shot based on a series of blurbs I posted for a friend on Discord.
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Nanami Kento- Greedy
Life as a jujutsu sorcerer is a lot to manage. Especially for those who find themselves in the employ of Tokyo Jujutsu High. And thus our story begins.
Nanami was, and has always been, a workaholic. Even when work and missions take up ALL his time, he still takes on a full schedule. You better beleive that his cohort hears about how greedy this line of work is with his time. "Can't they find someone else to take these missions?" he'd grumble to Yu before the incident.
When he started working in the office, he'd grumble the same to you. First the grumbligs came in the break room when you both were refreshing your tea. Then they came over the cubicle wall when your desk was moved. Then they came during lunch… and morphed into deepr conversations. Which lead to talking during the day about more than just the work load. Now a few years later when Nanami left the office for a position at a technical high school, you still meet up for coffee and the occasional dinner.
"I thought the accounts at the firm were the greediest thing I've delt with," he say with that deep tambre that you came to enjoy very much. "Turns out I was wrong… teaching teenagers is the greediest thing I've ever done." He picks up the wine glass and takes a deep draw.
"I can totally see that. Teenagers are a lot. But Its got to be leagues better than working with littles," you reply as you slice a piece of the wagyu in front of you. "Germs, regulating emotios, no boundaries." You flash him a smile and he visibly relaxes.
"I'm constantly on the go," he says. While his tone conveys the annoyance at the time commitment, his eyes say the opposite. He secretly loves being on the go all the time. "It would be nice to come home to someone from time to time… that sounds ridiculous." He shakes his head as he takes a perfectly constructed bite of his dinner.
The words send a delayed tingle down your spine. You look up from your plate and your expression softens. "Kento…" your tone is soft, steeped in concern and care. "I get it. I work excessively long days and coming home to a dark and empty apartment…" you pause to sip your wine. "Its discouraging. I constantly think what's the point of all of this if I'm not living my best life." You set your wine glass down, mentally bracing yourself.
"That's it exactly." Nanami's shoulders lower. "You get it. Which shouldnt surprise me, you always have." He smiles his first genuine smile of the night and your heart melts.
After a few moments of silence and looking at one another, you drop your gaze to your plate and speak. "Kento… I have an idea. A bit of a silly one, but hear me out…" As you pause, your gaze lifts to his and you feel heat bloom. "We could be roommates."
Time stops. Your breaths are slow and even. Nanami's jaw drops slightly and you brace yourself for him to laugh in your face about the idea. He blinks several times and takes several calming breaths. When his gaze finally meets yours again, the corner of his mouth is turned up in a not quite smirk. "Really? You'd be willing to be my roommate?"
"Yes. It would save us the time of vetting potential roommates and we are close friends already," You cover your mouth.
"Alright. My place or yours?" he assks.
"My lease is up next month," you reply.
"Come over tonight, if you like my place you can move in. If not, we could look together." He smiles again.
"Deal," You smile. The two of you clink your wine glasses together. The rest of the meal goes as expected. The conversation turns from the greediness of your 9 to 5's to things like cooking preferences and hygiene habbits/schedules. After you pay, the two of you walk out together. Nanami keeps you on his left, away from the street, as he escorts you to his car. Ever the gentleman, he opens your door and closes it once you are buckled in.
His apartment is just as you thought it would be. Clean, orderly, tidy, with just a touch of that comforting homey feel. When you walk further into the livingroom, you are overwhelmed with the scent of coconut, musky vanilla, teakwood, and orange patchouli. The scent takes you back to the days at the firm, sitting in the cubicle across from him and getting whiffs of his cologne and laundry detergent. The same tingle that went down your spine earlier in the night follows a new path into your core where it turns to a blooming heat that floods all your senses.
"I love it," you whisper. "Can I see my room?" When you ask, the words come out in a husky tone. And, true to his nature, Nanami cannot help but react to the sound of your voice. He shudders breifly and nods.
"Of course, right this way." he swallows as he leads you down the hall. His hand brushes against your shoulder, coming to rest at the small of your back. He shows you the bathroom, his room, and what is currently his spare room/office. "This would be yours. I dont really end up working from home, so beignwithout an office is fine with me." he looks down at the top of your hair, a gentle smile on his lips.
"Oh. this will be perfect. Can I keep the book shelves? I have a few books and some collectables," you say as you tilt your head up. When your gazes meet for the fourth time tonnight, there is a charge in the air between the two of you. This spark adds to the heat that just won't stop pooling in your lower belly.
"Of course," there is a note of relaxation in his voice. His thumb absentmindedly strokes back and forth over the spot right above the small of your back. He smiles and nods as you go on about how you want to set the room up. You're too enamored with the ideas in your head to notice how his cheeks softly pinken as you talk.
"Goodness, I have been yapping nonstop. Kento, I cannot wait to move in. When can I start bringing some things over?" You ask. If you were a liquid, you'd be bubbling all over from the multitudes of excitement brewing in you.
"Give me a week or so to get my things out. I'm going to be away for a few days next week for work. How about we meet for coffee on Monday and I'll give you a key and my passcodes?" He says in that soft baritone voice.
You nod vigorously. "That would be amazing. Maybe I'll start bringing things over then? If thats okay with you."
Nanami nods and escorts you back to his car to drive you home. The next five days pass quickly. When you arent at work, you're packing the things you dont need and making posts to sell things like your couch and dining set. While you are preparing to move your life, Nanami is preparing for your arrival.
Your arrival keeps producing happier and happier thoughts in his mind. These reflect on his countenance, of course. Which leads to Satoru poking at him everytime he sees him in the lounge at work. "C'mon Nanami… You are litterally glowing. What happened?" Satoru whines
"Satoru, stop. I dont want to talk about it. Or at least not with you," Nanami pushes his glasses up. "My personal life isnt up for discussion. You know I keep my personal life out of my work life."
"You're such a stick in the mud," Satoru huffs. "You'd think you'd be a little more open now that we are not just classmates, but collegues. We have history! Doesn't that count?" Satoru rolls his eyes under his blindfold.
"I would remind you that sometimes the past stays in the fucking past," Nanami growls. "I've done a lot to get to this point where I am comfotable. So please, if you are going to disturb my peace, kindly back the fuck off." The tone of his voice goes deep, demanding and cold. How dare Satoru get greedy with his time. The students being greedy with his time makes sense. Work missions being greedy with his time makes sense. You beign greedy with his time makes sense. But Satoru fucking Gojo being greedy? No, not allowed. Nanami hoped that being harsh and cussing at him out make him back off.
Satoru blinks and releases the breath he ended up holding. "O-Okay. I'll back off. I just… I dont know…" He shakes his head and releases another hard breath,
Nanami cracks his neck. "Everything else in my life is greedy. Right now, I need you to not be. I'll happily let you know if and when that changes, got it?"
Satoru nods and heads back to his classroom. Nanami sends a message out to his students that he will be out the rest of the day. Then he messages you
NK: Care to get lunch together? My treat. I'll come to you.
When the message comes across your screen, your heart skips several beats. You type and erase the message several times before hitting send.
YN: That sounds wonderful, actually. I need to get out of the office for a little bit. There's a conbini near by that has some amazing grab-and-go.
NK: We can do that. Be there in five.
You close out of the app in your phone and return to work. Knowing that he's coming to take you to lunch invigorates you. This newfound energy bursts you through the remaining tasks on this new client account and you clock out just as you get the message that Nanami is waiting at the front door.
The lunch break is just what the two of you need. Between the two of you, you split an egg salad sando, spam musubi, and you show Nanami how to make one of those fancy conbini drinks that pop up on social media. Sitting on the bench outside the office building, you two talk about the annoyances of the day. Before you both depart, he hands you a key and a card. "Start moving in whenever. Your room is ready when you are," His voice is soft like the first large flakes of snow that will inevitably fall in a few months.
"Thank you," you reply. The words fall almost whisper like from your lips.
"I leave for my work trip in three days. Would you be willing to come stay the night once before I leave?" Nanami's voice is smooth but his insides jittter.
"Yes. I'd be happy to." You reply with a grin. "Tonight?"
"Yes," he replies qickly and confidently. "I'll be home when you get off. Bring a box or two and a change of clothes."
Your cheeks warm. "Yes. See you. I'll text before I head over."
After he walks you back to work, Nanami heads home and starts final preparations for a guest. He orders some take out for dinner and sets up the futon in your room. The last thing he does before your message that you were en route arrives is take a shower. The hot water pelts his stress stiffened muscles, helping him relax a bit more.
When you arrive, dinner is on the table and the apartment is very atmospheric. "Come in." He smiles as he ushers you into the space with your full hands. He takes the large bottle of cider from you and sets it on the counter.
"I grabbed a drink for us to share." You smile, readjusting your grip on the two boxes and the duffel bag of clothes. "I'm gonna go set my stuff in my room." When you come back the two of you share dinner and the cider. Then, in a moment of whimsy, you opt to watch an episode of the latest nature docuseries.
"Thanks for coming over tonight," Nanami says as he rests his arm on the back of the couch. "Having you here makes me feel better."
"Of course," You say, leaning your head back. Your smile feels dopey as you look at him. "I feel better being here."
After the episode ends, you both head to bed. The next morning you are up before he is and are making breakfast. You leave his plate in the microwave and send him a messagewhen you get to work that there's food waiting. This guesture leaves him feeling fizzy.
Over the next few weeks you slowly move in until its the last day of your lease. You're all settled in his apartment now. Tonight will be the first of many where you will share the same roof.
Nanami loves this. He loves coming home to you and seeing you help keep the apartment tidy. He loves haivng someone to greet him in the late afternoon and someone to help make sure there are no left overs. He loves having someone to watch the news or a documentary with. Over the next few months of living together and memorizing eachothers schedules, you and Nanami grow even closer. Soft touches, hugs after coming home, the occasional back rub. All of these add up to the line between roommates and being more is blurred.
So one day he comes home after a rather hard mission. His eyes droop just a little as he walks in, exhaustion is nipping at his heels. He sees you cooking and moves on instinct. He approaches from behind. His arms encircle your waist and he burries his face in your hair. "God, you are the softest little thing." He sighs, taking in a deep breath that is mixed with the scent of your shampoo.
"Kento…" you groan as you pause the flipping of the stir fry you are working on. His breath is hot on your neck through your hair.
"Is this okay?"
"More than okay," you moan as that all too familar heat floods your needy core. You press back agaisnt his chest. His grip tightens. Somehow you manage to find some focus while he canoodles you to finish dinner. "Nanami… dinner is done…" you tone is whiney and needy.
"It can wait," his tone is gravely. Gently, he lifts you bridal style and carries you to his bedroom. He sets you on the duvet. "Is this okay?" He asks.
"More than okay." You reply. Then he leans down and kisses you. Your lips part for him, greedily taking every kiss, nibble, and lick that you can get. Your tongue slides agaisnt his and he groans. the matress dips under his knees as he climbs on the bed, caging you agianst the plush bedding. Hands start to wander under your shirt. The only response you can think of is to arch your back so that he can make quick work of your top. Which flies across the room moments later, followed by the rest of your clothes and his.
He moans as the tip of his solid cock drags agaisnt the seam of your pussy lips. "Is this for me?" he hisses, feeling your sweet slick seepign from between those buttery soft lips.
"Yes," you moan back. Your clit throbs.
"Only me?" he cants his hips forward. The tip of his cockslides between your lips.
"No one else," you moan again as he nudges your clit. "Kento… please…"
"Such a greedy girl," he breathes as his hands knead their way to your thighs to spread them farther. "My greedy girl…"
And with those words he slides into you, filling and stretching you to your max. Each thrust has his cock dragging deliciously against your walls as he aims to precisely hit that soft spor that makes you see galaxies. You move your hips to keep up with his movements. His breaths come in short pants. Your breath comes in the form of his name as a prayer to whatever gods will listen to you. For every two of your climaxes, he has one. The two of you remain a sweaty, cummy, mass of tangled limbs for hours until your muscles are at failure.
The final climax is messy and comes in strong waves. Strings of your gossamer slick snap on each back stroke of his hips. His shaft is coated with a creamy mix of your cum and his.
This is how most of the nights are. He comes home, finds you mid-domestic task, and soon you beg for load after load. His favorite nights are when you are on your cycle and take him in your mouth.
The thought of you on your knees, mouth full of cock, and looking up at him through whispy sweat drenched hairs brings him to full attention while he processes reports behind his desk. He quickly locks his door, frees his cock, and strokes himself to completion while thinking of you. Once he's cleaned up, he sends you a single heart via text and gets back to work.
When he comes home that night, he finds you in the kitchen working on some sort of sauce to go with the dinner you made. It starts all innocently. He comes in, drops his coat and bag at the door. Then he silently walks up behind you, wrappign his arms about your waist. You goran softly as you add soem seasoning to the pot. He dips his finger in the pot, then slides it into your mouth. His free hand runs the length of your body. "How's that taste love?" He says in a sultry whisper as he grinds his tented trousers into your plush ass. As his wandering hand slidesbetween your skin and your bottoms, he teases your clit through your panties. "Seems like it could use something…" his tone is rough as he rubs tight circles over your clit.
"Kento… more. Please…" you keen, leaning back into him after he pulls his cleaned finger from your mouth. He turns off the stove, the lifts you onto the counter.
"Lift your hips," he comands and you obey. He rips your pants and panties off in one swift motion. He then leans you back and spreads your legs. "Look at the sweet pussy of yours. Looks like I'm having dessert first." He kisses the insdie of your thighs as he makes his way to the pert little pearl poking out from your labia. His tongue swirls over the sensitive nub of nerve endings and pleasure while he slides two fingers to the first knuckle.He thrusts them in and out, slowly and methodically with the pattern of swirls and flicks.
His lips curl into a devious smile as he feels you get closer and closer. Each cry of his name and sharp breath add to the evidnece that your climax is close. So he adds a thrid finger and aims for your g-spot with the precision of a rocket scientist. when he pulls back for air, he chuckles. "Cum for me, my greedy girl." And you do. You cum on his fingers, muscles clenching and fluttering around his digits.
"More…" The word falls from your lips as he pulls his figners out of you.
"There she is…" he strokes his cock with the hand thats covered in your cum before sliding balls deep into your heat. "Fuck, still so tight even after cumming for me." He thrusts lazily just to hear every little sound you can make. He pulls you close and carries you to a chair in the dining room You're on your throne. His powerful thight supporting your ass, his length still burried inside you. The thrusts are paused as you come down from that last orgasm."You have five mintes," he ehispers as he massages your inner thighs. As he nuzzles your throat, he murmurs," Unless you can give me one more, like the good wife you are." His cock twitches and he slowly thrusts into you.
Synopsis: Weekends are Chifuyu’s favorite time at the pet shop. It’s the time when the adoption events happen. And that means you, the rescue’s event coordinator, will be around. What he doesn’t know is that you request to work the events at his shop, in hopes of making his acquaintance. A love for all living things isn’t the only thing you have in common.
Pairing: Chifuyu Matsuno x reader
CW: Slow burn, cursing,
A/N: I am currently inspired for this piece. Please note that my fan fiction takes a back seat to my career and to my novel.
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Chapter 2: Thought of Your Future
Once you and Chita arrive back at the office, you immediately pull records on Dr. Baji from XJ Land before heading to the end of that board meeting that you barely were able to skip. You look over his record and his accrediataion. Both of which seem impressive.
Gods… board meetings would be the definition of boring for you. It doesnt help that you are one of the youngest members of the Shibuya Animal League, either. All these older folks just keep spouting off antiquated ideas.
"Well I think we should just keep doing what we are doing. We are still bringing in money and animals are being adopted. So thats that," Markio, the treasurer, says. The grin on her lips is what some would call shit eating.
"But thats the issue," You say gentling usingthe table to push yourselfto standing. "We can't just keep doing what we are doing. Look at your projections Mariko. If we keep this up we WON't be bringing in money." You point at the start of stagnation at the edge of the graph. "Our approach to fundraising does have a modicum of success but at the same time we needto be able to grow with the times."
You switch to sharing the screen of your computer. "Look at the trends that are happening with other non-profits." You click through slides that cover booths at festivals, booking events for birthday parties, having rescues featured on the news. "There are so many untapped markets for us."
"Well what do you propose?" Mariko asks, her tone condescending. "All you are is an event coordinatior for the organization. You are NOT a board member."
The tone that she speaks to you with honestly pushes your buttons towards a power struggle. "All I am saying is that YOU as a BOARD," You choose very specific times to stress words, "need to find a way to connect yourselves to the here and now. Antique ideas only work for so long. Vintage goes in and out of style very qucikly. If we as an organization go out of style, All of us will be out of jobs and more importantly the animals we are charged with will likely never find homes."
The board room is very quiet, save for the creaking of a chair as someone nervously shifts thier weight. "I move to table the board meeting for a breif recess before we transition to the monthly event committe meeting," Hirotaka motions. Several other board members jump to second the motion as the scuttle out of the room.
As Mariko gathers her things, she shoots you a nasty glare. "Next time, keep your mouth shut if you want to keep your job."
You only growl in response.
During the meetings recess, you head to your office and grab the lunch that you had Chita go pick up for you. You angrily eat as you mentally try to calm down. "Are we going to imrpovise this proposal?" she asks after swallowing a bite of noodles.
"Oh, hell yeah. I present like I am reading from the document, you can fill in the document as we go. If anyone asks… we say we forgot to save it." I sip my milktea. Chita smiles and nods. We finish most of our lunch and head back to the meeting room.
You quickly throw together a presentation for XJ Land that has everything your presentations normally have, minus some of the panache of spenging hours perfecting them. By the time the rest of the event committe returns, minus Mariko , you are calm and ready to shine.
"My fellow commitee members. I know we have been going systematically tryingto find new locations to host events at. I think, that maybe… just maybe I found the home for our adoption events." Your voice is confident and assured as you advance to the slide showing the storefront of XJ Land.
"Oh… thats the little pet shop down near the resturant and tourists district, right?" Matoko asks.
You nod. "Yes, and they are centrally located near the Shibuya Mizo middle school." As you move to the next slide, you show the well lit front area, the aisles, and the wall that leads to the little mini-clinic. "XJ Land is locally owned and operated by Matsuno-san, Hanemiya-san, and thier veteranarian freind Baji-san. They offer many well known pet brands as reasonable prices as well as providing local on site animal medical care."
Then you move into Matsuno's history of donations to the intake center and Baji's verteranarian accreddiation. As you go over details, Chita continues to add to the proposal document. You then move into the slides that show your vision and frequency for events, including a holiday donation drive adoption event. You answer logistics questions and by the end of your presentation, the committee has agreed to give XJ Land a trial run of three adoption events.
"Who would even organize these?" a snide voice chimes in. Mariko just had to make her presence known. "We dont have time for new event locations."
"I will do it. It is my job as event coordinator," you reply cooly, exerting the most control you can.
Mariko sneers. "I just wanted to make the event commitee aware that our events budget needs to be cut in favor of fundrasing. So do with that what you will." The room is again silent as Mariko leaves witha satisfied look on her face.
"Is there any pressing business that we need to handle now?" I ask my commitee. Everyone shakes thier head. "Alright, dismissed. We will figure this out." you add to reassure the group. You and Chita head back to your office and start to plan.
Once settled in with the door closed and blinds open to get the natural light, you send Chifuyu a message.
You: Hey Matsuno-san. Just to keep you updated, It was a unanimous vote. XJ Land will be given a trial run for adoption events. We will hold three at your store. I will be intouch with details for event one within the week.
Your attention goes back to Chita, who has just come in with the budget for the forseeable future. Together you brainstorm how to keep costs low and still be interesting. You tap your pen against the desk. "What if…" Chita starts as she looks at the screen. She cradles her shin in her hand. " What if we asked if any of the local resturants wanted to provide some samples for the event? Like… a sip and snuggle event?"
Your eyes widen. "We could but there is a food permit we'd need to get. But we could see if they would be willing to donate maybe a gift certificate for an appetitzer, a specialty drink, or a pastry kind of thing. Then we could acution them off and draw the winner at the event?"
"Even better! We can go out tomrrow and canvas for who would be willing to donate," Chita giggles. "And we can stop in at the shop. Check in, maybe talk about the vision?" she smiles brightly.
That smile makes you smile. "Yeah. We can. I think talking to the owners would be a smart idea." The two of you keep brainstorming as you glare at the budget for the remainder of the year.
The next day, after you do some work in the office, you and Chita head out into Shibuya. Most of the day is successful. Several resturants offer certificates for auction. The list of busniesses and thier contributions grows as you walk. Just after lunch, you walk into XJ Land. "Welcome in!" Kazutora says. You approach him slowly.
"Uhm… I-is Matsuno-san here?" you ask.
"Yeah, Chifuyu is in the back checking in a delivery. Should I go get him?" he asks.
"Oh… uh I suppose we can wait until he's done." you smile and take a deep breath. "I just wanted to talk about our first adoption event ."
Kazutora smiles back. "He told us this moring. How exciting!" He looks at the pile of certificates on the clipboard. "You know, my girlfriend is a nail artist in the salon next door. You should ask her to donate."
Chita grins. "Really? I'll go see if she'll donate a set." She skips out of the shop.
"Thank you," you sigh. "We want to start selling raffle tickets next week. A manicure would be nice to add to the list." You shift your weight as Kazutora nods towards the back and he goes to get Chifuyu. While he's gone, you take a few deep breaths to center yourself. You look up and see him emerge from the back with his friend.
"Hey. Its good to see you, Shy." Chifuyu smiles and you melt.
You nod. "Good to see you too. Congratulations, by the way."
Chifuyu grins wide and bright. "I nearly fell off my ladder when I saw that message come through. I was so nervous that we wouldnt be considered."
"I wouldnt let that happen. You do so much for our organization," you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. "So can we sit and talk some logistics?"
Chifuyu nods enthusiastically and leads you to the breakroom. "What were you thinking?" He asks as he sits across the table from you.
"We want guests to obviously to adopt, but we also want to encourage guests to come snuggle our adoptees, possibly donate to us, and maybe boost some of your sales." You flip over the list of vendors and sketch out the store. "Our visiting area would be up front by that large window. Over by the other window, we woud set up our table for information, the raffle, and adoptions." You lean slightly across the table.
Each stroke of the pencil has Chifuyus eyes sparkling. "This is wonderful. we could expand your snuggle area. These displays of featured treats and toys by the check out counter are easy to move." He leans in closer. When you look up your eyes meet his and your heart thumps. His lips part slightly. "I think this is going to be a fantastic event for our future."
"Yeah," You whisper, "I think it is."
Thank you to benkeibear or the gorgeous dividers!
Tag List: @fuyuswifey @suyacho @h8ani @kokonoiscoconut @qichun @shujistars, @metonimia-de-bellota
Synopsis: Weekends are Chifuyu’s favorite time at the pet shop. It’s the time when the adoption events happen. And that means you, the rescue’s event coordinator, will be around. What he doesn’t know is that you request to work the events at his shop, in hopes of making his acquaintance. A love for all living things isn’t the only thing you have in common.
Pairing: Chifuyu Matsuno x reader
CW: Slow burn, cursing,
A/N: I am currently inspired for this piece. Please note that my fan fiction takes a back seat to my career and to my novel.
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Chapter 2: Thought of Your Future
Once you and Chita arrive back at the office, you immediately pull records on Dr. Baji from XJ Land before heading to the end of that board meeting that you barely were able to skip. You look over his record and his accrediataion. Both of which seem impressive.
Gods… board meetings would be the definition of boring for you. It doesnt help that you are one of the youngest members of the Shibuya Animal League, either. All these older folks just keep spouting off antiquated ideas.
"Well I think we should just keep doing what we are doing. We are still bringing in money and animals are being adopted. So thats that," Markio, the treasurer, says. The grin on her lips is what some would call shit eating.
"But thats the issue," You say gentling usingthe table to push yourselfto standing. "We can't just keep doing what we are doing. Look at your projections Mariko. If we keep this up we WON't be bringing in money." You point at the start of stagnation at the edge of the graph. "Our approach to fundraising does have a modicum of success but at the same time we needto be able to grow with the times."
You switch to sharing the screen of your computer. "Look at the trends that are happening with other non-profits." You click through slides that cover booths at festivals, booking events for birthday parties, having rescues featured on the news. "There are so many untapped markets for us."
"Well what do you propose?" Mariko asks, her tone condescending. "All you are is an event coordinatior for the organization. You are NOT a board member."
The tone that she speaks to you with honestly pushes your buttons towards a power struggle. "All I am saying is that YOU as a BOARD," You choose very specific times to stress words, "need to find a way to connect yourselves to the here and now. Antique ideas only work for so long. Vintage goes in and out of style very qucikly. If we as an organization go out of style, All of us will be out of jobs and more importantly the animals we are charged with will likely never find homes."
The board room is very quiet, save for the creaking of a chair as someone nervously shifts thier weight. "I move to table the board meeting for a breif recess before we transition to the monthly event committe meeting," Hirotaka motions. Several other board members jump to second the motion as the scuttle out of the room.
As Mariko gathers her things, she shoots you a nasty glare. "Next time, keep your mouth shut if you want to keep your job."
You only growl in response.
During the meetings recess, you head to your office and grab the lunch that you had Chita go pick up for you. You angrily eat as you mentally try to calm down. "Are we going to imrpovise this proposal?" she asks after swallowing a bite of noodles.
"Oh, hell yeah. I present like I am reading from the document, you can fill in the document as we go. If anyone asks… we say we forgot to save it." I sip my milktea. Chita smiles and nods. We finish most of our lunch and head back to the meeting room.
You quickly throw together a presentation for XJ Land that has everything your presentations normally have, minus some of the panache of spenging hours perfecting them. By the time the rest of the event committe returns, minus Mariko , you are calm and ready to shine.
"My fellow commitee members. I know we have been going systematically tryingto find new locations to host events at. I think, that maybe… just maybe I found the home for our adoption events." Your voice is confident and assured as you advance to the slide showing the storefront of XJ Land.
"Oh… thats the little pet shop down near the resturant and tourists district, right?" Matoko asks.
You nod. "Yes, and they are centrally located near the Shibuya Mizo middle school." As you move to the next slide, you show the well lit front area, the aisles, and the wall that leads to the little mini-clinic. "XJ Land is locally owned and operated by Matsuno-san, Hanemiya-san, and thier veteranarian freind Baji-san. They offer many well known pet brands as reasonable prices as well as providing local on site animal medical care."
Then you move into Matsuno's history of donations to the intake center and Baji's verteranarian accreddiation. As you go over details, Chita continues to add to the proposal document. You then move into the slides that show your vision and frequency for events, including a holiday donation drive adoption event. You answer logistics questions and by the end of your presentation, the committee has agreed to give XJ Land a trial run of three adoption events.
"Who would even organize these?" a snide voice chimes in. Mariko just had to make her presence known. "We dont have time for new event locations."
"I will do it. It is my job as event coordinator," you reply cooly, exerting the most control you can.
Mariko sneers. "I just wanted to make the event commitee aware that our events budget needs to be cut in favor of fundrasing. So do with that what you will." The room is again silent as Mariko leaves witha satisfied look on her face.
"Is there any pressing business that we need to handle now?" I ask my commitee. Everyone shakes thier head. "Alright, dismissed. We will figure this out." you add to reassure the group. You and Chita head back to your office and start to plan.
Once settled in with the door closed and blinds open to get the natural light, you send Chifuyu a message.
You: Hey Matsuno-san. Just to keep you updated, It was a unanimous vote. XJ Land will be given a trial run for adoption events. We will hold three at your store. I will be intouch with details for event one within the week.
Your attention goes back to Chita, who has just come in with the budget for the forseeable future. Together you brainstorm how to keep costs low and still be interesting. You tap your pen against the desk. "What if…" Chita starts as she looks at the screen. She cradles her shin in her hand. " What if we asked if any of the local resturants wanted to provide some samples for the event? Like… a sip and snuggle event?"
Your eyes widen. "We could but there is a food permit we'd need to get. But we could see if they would be willing to donate maybe a gift certificate for an appetitzer, a specialty drink, or a pastry kind of thing. Then we could acution them off and draw the winner at the event?"
"Even better! We can go out tomrrow and canvas for who would be willing to donate," Chita giggles. "And we can stop in at the shop. Check in, maybe talk about the vision?" she smiles brightly.
That smile makes you smile. "Yeah. We can. I think talking to the owners would be a smart idea." The two of you keep brainstorming as you glare at the budget for the remainder of the year.
The next day, after you do some work in the office, you and Chita head out into Shibuya. Most of the day is successful. Several resturants offer certificates for auction. The list of busniesses and thier contributions grows as you walk. Just after lunch, you walk into XJ Land. "Welcome in!" Kazutora says. You approach him slowly.
"Uhm… I-is Matsuno-san here?" you ask.
"Yeah, Chifuyu is in the back checking in a delivery. Should I go get him?" he asks.
"Oh… uh I suppose we can wait until he's done." you smile and take a deep breath. "I just wanted to talk about our first adoption event ."
Kazutora smiles back. "He told us this moring. How exciting!" He looks at the pile of certificates on the clipboard. "You know, my girlfriend is a nail artist in the salon next door. You should ask her to donate."
Chita grins. "Really? I'll go see if she'll donate a set." She skips out of the shop.
"Thank you," you sigh. "We want to start selling raffle tickets next week. A manicure would be nice to add to the list." You shift your weight as Kazutora nods towards the back and he goes to get Chifuyu. While he's gone, you take a few deep breaths to center yourself. You look up and see him emerge from the back with his friend.
"Hey. Its good to see you, Shy." Chifuyu smiles and you melt.
You nod. "Good to see you too. Congratulations, by the way."
Chifuyu grins wide and bright. "I nearly fell off my ladder when I saw that message come through. I was so nervous that we wouldnt be considered."
"I wouldnt let that happen. You do so much for our organization," you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. "So can we sit and talk some logistics?"
Chifuyu nods enthusiastically and leads you to the breakroom. "What were you thinking?" He asks as he sits across the table from you.
"We want guests to obviously to adopt, but we also want to encourage guests to come snuggle our adoptees, possibly donate to us, and maybe boost some of your sales." You flip over the list of vendors and sketch out the store. "Our visiting area would be up front by that large window. Over by the other window, we woud set up our table for information, the raffle, and adoptions." You lean slightly across the table.
Each stroke of the pencil has Chifuyus eyes sparkling. "This is wonderful. we could expand your snuggle area. These displays of featured treats and toys by the check out counter are easy to move." He leans in closer. When you look up your eyes meet his and your heart thumps. His lips part slightly. "I think this is going to be a fantastic event for our future."
"Yeah," You whisper, "I think it is."
Thank you to benkeibear or the gorgeous dividers!
Tag List: @fuyuswifey @suyacho @h8ani @kokonoiscoconut @qichun @shujistars, @metonimia-de-bellota
Synopsis: Weekends are Chifuyu’s favorite time at the pet shop. It’s the time when the adoption events happen. And that means you, the rescue’s event coordinator, will be around. What he doesn’t know is that you request to work the events at his shop, in hopes of making his acquaintance. A love for all living things isn’t the only thing you have in common.
Pairing: Chifuyu Matsuno x reader
CW: Slow burn, cursing,
A/N: Like my other two multi-chapter fics, the chapter perspectives will alternate between the reader and Chifuyu.
Chapter 1: Lost In Admiration
Chapter 2: Thought of Your Future
Chapter 3:
Chapter 4:
Chapter 5:
Chapter 6:
Chapter 7:
Chapter 8:
Chapter 9:
Chapter 10:
Thank you to benkeibear or the gorgeous dividers!
Tag List: @fuyuswifey @suyacho @h8ani @kokonoiscoconut @qichun @shujistars
Synopsis: Weekends are Chifuyu’s favorite time at the pet shop. It’s the time when the adoption events happen. And that means you, the rescue’s event coordinator, will be around. What he doesn’t know is that you request to work the events at his shop, in hopes of making his acquaintance. A love for all living things isn’t the only thing you have in common.
Pairing: Chifuyu Matsuno x reader
CW: Slow burn, cursing,
A/N: I am currently inspired for this piece. Please note that my fan fiction takes a back seat to my career and to my novel.
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Chapter 2: Thought of Your Future
Once you and Chita arrive back at the office, you immediately pull records on Dr. Baji from XJ Land before heading to the end of that board meeting that you barely were able to skip. You look over his record and his accrediataion. Both of which seem impressive.
Gods… board meetings would be the definition of boring for you. It doesnt help that you are one of the youngest members of the Shibuya Animal League, either. All these older folks just keep spouting off antiquated ideas.
"Well I think we should just keep doing what we are doing. We are still bringing in money and animals are being adopted. So thats that," Markio, the treasurer, says. The grin on her lips is what some would call shit eating.
"But thats the issue," You say gentling usingthe table to push yourselfto standing. "We can't just keep doing what we are doing. Look at your projections Mariko. If we keep this up we WON't be bringing in money." You point at the start of stagnation at the edge of the graph. "Our approach to fundraising does have a modicum of success but at the same time we needto be able to grow with the times."
You switch to sharing the screen of your computer. "Look at the trends that are happening with other non-profits." You click through slides that cover booths at festivals, booking events for birthday parties, having rescues featured on the news. "There are so many untapped markets for us."
"Well what do you propose?" Mariko asks, her tone condescending. "All you are is an event coordinatior for the organization. You are NOT a board member."
The tone that she speaks to you with honestly pushes your buttons towards a power struggle. "All I am saying is that YOU as a BOARD," You choose very specific times to stress words, "need to find a way to connect yourselves to the here and now. Antique ideas only work for so long. Vintage goes in and out of style very qucikly. If we as an organization go out of style, All of us will be out of jobs and more importantly the animals we are charged with will likely never find homes."
The board room is very quiet, save for the creaking of a chair as someone nervously shifts thier weight. "I move to table the board meeting for a breif recess before we transition to the monthly event committe meeting," Hirotaka motions. Several other board members jump to second the motion as the scuttle out of the room.
As Mariko gathers her things, she shoots you a nasty glare. "Next time, keep your mouth shut if you want to keep your job."
You only growl in response.
During the meetings recess, you head to your office and grab the lunch that you had Chita go pick up for you. You angrily eat as you mentally try to calm down. "Are we going to imrpovise this proposal?" she asks after swallowing a bite of noodles.
"Oh, hell yeah. I present like I am reading from the document, you can fill in the document as we go. If anyone asks… we say we forgot to save it." I sip my milktea. Chita smiles and nods. We finish most of our lunch and head back to the meeting room.
You quickly throw together a presentation for XJ Land that has everything your presentations normally have, minus some of the panache of spenging hours perfecting them. By the time the rest of the event committe returns, minus Mariko , you are calm and ready to shine.
"My fellow commitee members. I know we have been going systematically tryingto find new locations to host events at. I think, that maybe… just maybe I found the home for our adoption events." Your voice is confident and assured as you advance to the slide showing the storefront of XJ Land.
"Oh… thats the little pet shop down near the resturant and tourists district, right?" Matoko asks.
You nod. "Yes, and they are centrally located near the Shibuya Mizo middle school." As you move to the next slide, you show the well lit front area, the aisles, and the wall that leads to the little mini-clinic. "XJ Land is locally owned and operated by Matsuno-san, Hanemiya-san, and thier veteranarian freind Baji-san. They offer many well known pet brands as reasonable prices as well as providing local on site animal medical care."
Then you move into Matsuno's history of donations to the intake center and Baji's verteranarian accreddiation. As you go over details, Chita continues to add to the proposal document. You then move into the slides that show your vision and frequency for events, including a holiday donation drive adoption event. You answer logistics questions and by the end of your presentation, the committee has agreed to give XJ Land a trial run of three adoption events.
"Who would even organize these?" a snide voice chimes in. Mariko just had to make her presence known. "We dont have time for new event locations."
"I will do it. It is my job as event coordinator," you reply cooly, exerting the most control you can.
Mariko sneers. "I just wanted to make the event commitee aware that our events budget needs to be cut in favor of fundrasing. So do with that what you will." The room is again silent as Mariko leaves witha satisfied look on her face.
"Is there any pressing business that we need to handle now?" I ask my commitee. Everyone shakes thier head. "Alright, dismissed. We will figure this out." you add to reassure the group. You and Chita head back to your office and start to plan.
Once settled in with the door closed and blinds open to get the natural light, you send Chifuyu a message.
You: Hey Matsuno-san. Just to keep you updated, It was a unanimous vote. XJ Land will be given a trial run for adoption events. We will hold three at your store. I will be intouch with details for event one within the week.
Your attention goes back to Chita, who has just come in with the budget for the forseeable future. Together you brainstorm how to keep costs low and still be interesting. You tap your pen against the desk. "What if…" Chita starts as she looks at the screen. She cradles her shin in her hand. " What if we asked if any of the local resturants wanted to provide some samples for the event? Like… a sip and snuggle event?"
Your eyes widen. "We could but there is a food permit we'd need to get. But we could see if they would be willing to donate maybe a gift certificate for an appetitzer, a specialty drink, or a pastry kind of thing. Then we could acution them off and draw the winner at the event?"
"Even better! We can go out tomrrow and canvas for who would be willing to donate," Chita giggles. "And we can stop in at the shop. Check in, maybe talk about the vision?" she smiles brightly.
That smile makes you smile. "Yeah. We can. I think talking to the owners would be a smart idea." The two of you keep brainstorming as you glare at the budget for the remainder of the year.
The next day, after you do some work in the office, you and Chita head out into Shibuya. Most of the day is successful. Several resturants offer certificates for auction. The list of busniesses and thier contributions grows as you walk. Just after lunch, you walk into XJ Land. "Welcome in!" Kazutora says. You approach him slowly.
"Uhm… I-is Matsuno-san here?" you ask.
"Yeah, Chifuyu is in the back checking in a delivery. Should I go get him?" he asks.
"Oh… uh I suppose we can wait until he's done." you smile and take a deep breath. "I just wanted to talk about our first adoption event ."
Kazutora smiles back. "He told us this moring. How exciting!" He looks at the pile of certificates on the clipboard. "You know, my girlfriend is a nail artist in the salon next door. You should ask her to donate."
Chita grins. "Really? I'll go see if she'll donate a set." She skips out of the shop.
"Thank you," you sigh. "We want to start selling raffle tickets next week. A manicure would be nice to add to the list." You shift your weight as Kazutora nods towards the back and he goes to get Chifuyu. While he's gone, you take a few deep breaths to center yourself. You look up and see him emerge from the back with his friend.
"Hey. Its good to see you, Shy." Chifuyu smiles and you melt.
You nod. "Good to see you too. Congratulations, by the way."
Chifuyu grins wide and bright. "I nearly fell off my ladder when I saw that message come through. I was so nervous that we wouldnt be considered."
"I wouldnt let that happen. You do so much for our organization," you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. "So can we sit and talk some logistics?"
Chifuyu nods enthusiastically and leads you to the breakroom. "What were you thinking?" He asks as he sits across the table from you.
"We want guests to obviously to adopt, but we also want to encourage guests to come snuggle our adoptees, possibly donate to us, and maybe boost some of your sales." You flip over the list of vendors and sketch out the store. "Our visiting area would be up front by that large window. Over by the other window, we woud set up our table for information, the raffle, and adoptions." You lean slightly across the table.
Each stroke of the pencil has Chifuyus eyes sparkling. "This is wonderful. we could expand your snuggle area. These displays of featured treats and toys by the check out counter are easy to move." He leans in closer. When you look up your eyes meet his and your heart thumps. His lips part slightly. "I think this is going to be a fantastic event for our future."
"Yeah," You whisper, "I think it is."
Thank you to benkeibear or the gorgeous dividers!
Tag List: @fuyuswifey @suyacho @h8ani @kokonoiscoconut @qichun @shujistars, @metonimia-de-bellota
CW: not really really proofread, smut, reader is expecting a child.
Your body can’t tolerate the exhaustion anymore. You’re always waiting for Loid to come back home, but your eyes always shut before he could walk through the door.
You don’t really know where he is, but it must be urgent. He meant everything he said when you took your vows with him; he sometimes falls short, though he makes it up to you in the small gestures, such as the walk to your favourite café, or your favourite drink (but you hate that you’ve had to reduce your caffeine intake).
The front door opens, barely able to make up his footsteps as he moves inside the shared home.
“I’m exhausted, but mustn’t make a sound.” Keeping this to himself.
He steps over the giant sleeping dog that you and your daughter begged for. The dog opens his one eye, but doesn’t bother to acknowledge his owner and resumes his slumber.
He opens the door to your bedroom, watching your steady breath; you have taken over his side of the bed. In fact, the entire bed is yours currently, and he can’t do anything about it.
He sighs, but it’s not frustration. He just wants to sleep. He kneels onto the bed and leans in to kiss you, hoping that true love’s kiss awakes you (you always wanted to be treated like a princess.)
You open your eyes slowly, trying to wake up, but the sleep overpowers you. He tries again, another kiss on your lips, his fingers intertwine with yours to place them on your growing belly. There’s a spark, a sudden urge. You lie back down, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt so he can come closer. The innocent kiss grows into something hungry, needy.
“Where…mmm…have you been?” Your teeth nibble on his bottom lip, a light moan comes from the back of his throat.
“Working…” removing his tie with haste, unbuttoning the first two buttons, revealing his neck.
“You’re always working, lie down.” Gentle, but you are commanding him to listen.
He sits on the edge of the bed, lying on his back. Whatever exhaustion is there, it’s gone and replaced with desire. You hover your lips above his, tracing them to his jaw to find his neck. Your fingers caress the exposed part of his collarbone to unbutton the rest of shirt; you were always quite good with your fingers. He hisses when you gently suck on his neck, your fingers feeling the roughness of his skin, his hardened muscles. Gods, you felt so lucky. He pulls your hand away to remove the shirt, but then buries his face between the flimsy fabric that’s barely holding your tits in place. He licks, tasting the fragrance of your lotion, unable to control his inhibitions and bites one of your breasts. Your fingers tangle with his blonde locks, pulling it as he continues to taste your skin. He shifts from your breasts to your neck, kissing and licking the pulse point; he dares not mark you.
His cock straining against his trousers, he removes them, freeing it and needing to find home in you. You want to welcome him home inside of your cunt, so you just shift the slit of your underwear and slide inside of him. You embrace him, holding on as his cock drives inside of you.
“You just needed this, huh?” The words are muffled as he rests his lips on your cheek. You don’t want to wake anyone up, opting to bite on his shoulder as his cock makes itself at home.
“I’ve…missed you…please…”
“Yeah, this…what you wanted?”
“Mhmmm…”
You can’t think coherently and tell him all the ways you’ve wanted him. You can’t tell him about the numerous times you tried to make yourself come, but couldn’t because your fingers didn’t feel as good as his. Rather, you just lick and bite his shoulders as his cock goes faster and deeper in all the ways that make you feel so blessed.
His fatigue is starting to catch up with him, but he must resist while he’s making you feel this good. His hands grip onto your hips, signalling that your time is almost up. You bite your lip, resisting the cry that you yearn to release. You stare into his blue eyes, falling in love with the storm beneath them. He pulls you in for a kiss, allowing yourself that moment to show him how wonderful this felt.
His warm cum fills you up, but his seed has already taken its place. The hungry kisses don’t cease, but he lingers inside, knowing that this is only round one; he has a lot of catching up to do
Synopsis: Shinichiro is waek for you, that is quite obvious. Its even worse when you wear that dress.
Character: Shinichiro Sano x Fem!reader
TW/CW: PIV sex, oral sex (both giving and receiving) fingering
A/N: This was a contribution for a network collab but I am no longer in any networks.
It’s the start of summer, the temps are sweltering and it is humid as hell. S&S Motors is busy today. Six different bikes for scheduled maintenance, four drop in oil changes, and eight quotes on restoration work. So when your reminder about going to lunch went unanswered and the time frame missed, you made your way to the shop with some lunch.
You had already gotten ready, pulling together one of your cutest outfits. Since it had been so damn warm, you chose the gauziest of sundresses. The soft grey fabric had sequins peppered across the skirt as well as arranged in a scalloped design on the bodice. You dust a little pearlescent highlighter over your collarbone and the swell of your cleavage. To complete the outfit, you wear the necklace that Shinichiro gave you for your birthday and a baby pink shawl.
Wakasa is on his way out for lunch as you enter the shop. “He’s in the back, it's been a busy day. Non-stop bikes since we opened.” He flips the sign so that it reads ‘Closed for lunch. Back in an hour.’ “See ya later,” he waves and heads toward the cafe down the road.
“So that’s why he forgot our lunch date…” You sigh as you pull the door closed and twist the lock. Long and packed days at the shop was the downside to dating one of the most talented and reasonably priced mechanics in the area. There just were times when long standing lunch dates got ignored.
As you enter the garage, you walk softly. You notice how hard he’s focusing on the bike in front of him. You notice the furrow of his brow as his fingers manipulate a part into its proper place. You watch as he wipes sweat from beneath his eyes and smears grease on his face. The breeze from the open garage door wafts your perfume across the work floor. “Smells nice in here,” he mutters as he works on a stubborn bolt. As the words leave his mouth, Shin’s eyes go wide.
“Oh fucking shit, she’s gonna kill me…” Shinichiro curses when he realizes that he not only missed your messages but the date all together. He wipes his hands and face clean on a shop towel before he washes them under hot water.
“I don't think she will,” you smile at him as you step into the garage from the lobby.
He’s got his back to you as you walk in. “Oh hey bab-'' Shinichiro's jaw drops as he turns around. Fucking christ… his thoughts immediately turn lusty. The way the dress hugs your curves, accenting your waist and the fullness of your chest. And fuck… you werent wearing a bra under that gauzy dress. His eyes grow wide and he rushes to your side, pulling you into a deep, needy kiss.
When you break for air, you gasp. “Shin…” the soft sound of your exhale made Shin shiver.
“You had to wear that dress,” he groans in your ear. “Showing off your body like that. You’re giving me excitations.” He grips your hips and pulls you out into the sunny backlot.
“Well… if you weren't in such high demand, I wouldn't need to wear it.” you smirk against his lips. You press against him, feeling his hardening cock through his coveralls. Your hand palms his need as he puts you on the edge of the picnic table. You wrap your legs around his waist.
His still warm hands slide up your inner thighs, teasing at your core through your already damp panties. “Oh? Why’s that?” his teeth find gentle purchase on your neck and his fingers swirl lazy circles over your already throbbing bud.
“You’ve been so busy. Gotta distract you somehow,” You pant.
When your hips grind against his fingers, you can feel his heart rate change. “Fuck,” he hisses as his nimble fingers slip past the lace of your panties and into your wanton walls, curling into the spot that makes you clench. “So fuckin’ perfect.”
“Aah, Shin…” you moan, burying your face in his neck. You take slow, deep breaths. Each inhale pulls his scent into your nostrils: sweat, the cologne you got him for valentines day, and motor oil.
His mouth works its ways down your neck, over the swell of your breasts. To which he pulls down the bodice so that he can pay attention to your pert nipples. While his mouth works your breasts, his fingers continue to drill into that spot that drives you to the edge.
“So close… wanna cum,” you moan into his ear.
“Can’t have that yet,” Shin's voice rumbles against your breast as he pulls his fingers out. Licking his fingers, he gently lays you back while softly trailing kisses over your tummy. Soon his mouth hovers over your core, hot breath sending goosebumps over your skin. “Brought me a meal, didn’t ya?” He smirks, ripping your soaked panties off.
“A feast actually,” you purr as you lift your hips to help him. “I brought lunch on top of… Oh my god!” Your thought is interrupted by Shinichiro swirling his tongue over your throbbing clit. The sound of his groans as he laps at your slick is music to your ears. His need is only fueled by how delicious he thinks you are. “Fuck, your mouth and your fingers are magic.” The phrase lifts at the end as you moan into a wave of pleasure.
“You’re delectable,” Shin growls, pulling away from your slick cunt. Your arousal pulls in gossamer strands from his lips and the tiny amount of stubble on his chin. His fingers gently prodding into your heat, working you open. “You gonna relax for me baby girl? I need you.”
“Fuck…” you breathe.
“That's the idea babe,” he nearly growls as he frees himself. “C’mere.” He pulls you close, his thick head pressing into your fluttering walls. “Fuck you feel so good.” he moans, thrusting into you.
You can't help but moan. There was something about being intimate during the day, semi in public, and at his shop that was exhilarating. “Fuck, didnt know you were so needy today Shin…” you purposely clench your muscles so that your walls clamp down on him.
“D-don't do that babe… you know that makes me wanna…” he moans. “Not ready to fill you up. Wanna savor you…” he mumbles as he kisses his way between your breasts, pulling the bodice of your dress down. His mouth finds its way to your nipple and he begins to play with it. God does he love how pillowy your chest is. Shin starts to get lost in your chest, thrusting harder and harder into your gummy walls. His moans softly rumble from his lungs. All the while you're under his ministrations trying not to climax with each thrust.
“Shiiiin,” you whine. “I’m gonna....”
“Not yet. I need to savor you.” His thrusts get sloppy. On a back stroke, he slides all the way out. The whine that passes by your lips has him growling. “Just a few more thrusts. Can you hold back that long baby girl? For me?” The thrusts since he re-entered heaven target the soft spongy spot within you. They are hard and rapid, causing you to see stars.
Heat builds within both of your lower bellies. Your core starts to turn molten. The need makes your body feel heavy. Within moments of your brains registering the precipice of climax, the two of you fall over the edge of ecstasy. Your slick drips off your labia as Shin spills shallowly within your heat. “Shin that was amazing,” you pant.
“Gotta keep lovin’ those good vibrations,” Shin whispers against your neck. His thick fingers grab a clean shop towel and he cleans up the evidence of your love making. “Shall we get lunch now, baby girl?”
Dividers by the artist formerly known a benkeibear, but they dont exisit here anymore.
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Synopsis: A series of one-shots, in which your lover finds supreme pleasure under the benediction your erotic praise.
[ x Reader, featuring Higuruma Hiromi and Sanemi Shinazugawa]
Contents: Explicit sexual content, romance, humour.
(Hiromi and Sanemi turned out longer than I intended, LOL, so they get their own part. There will be a Part 3, including Olivia and Shugen coming soon!)
Hiromi Higuruma
His presence falls like a welcome shadow, edges indistinct against the balcony door.
You like to stand out here in the evenings, a cooling mug of tea cradled between your palms.
Hiromi has a set of keys to your apartment, seldom used. He keeps them on him at all times, though, hooked through the ring right next to his own keys.
Office, home, car.
The entryways to his life aren't varied, and somewhere in the almost non-linear passage of time in your association, you'd granted him a pass to yours.
Perhaps association was too cool a word.
The sliding door shifts slightly behind you, and you don't have to turn to know that he has one shoulder propped against it, tie loosened, jacket discarded somewhere within.
He never delves too deep, the analytical part of his mind taking on softer edges when he is with you.
For all that he cannot surrender, Hiromi has some instinctual understanding of the delicate balance between the both of you, always teetering on the edge of something greater.
After a time, he speaks.
"It's cold out here today."
Taking him up on the suggestion, you make your way off the balcony.
He doesn't move from his position in the doorway, allowing you to brush close by him.
A modicum of contact, a blossoming prelude.
You can feel the faint backward tug as his fingers lightly trace your form, snaring in your hair.
There won't be much need for conversation tonight. After days like these, you both prefer it that way.
To anyone else, his approach might seem casual, the easy stretch of long limbs around you as he reaches for the switch to dim the lights.
You know better.
Hiromi watches every move, every turn of your head, every surface your touch passes over, missing nothing.
He devours you with his eyes first, a gentle, but firm natural order to how he makes love to you.
There is a game you both play, one he is long familiar with.
Hands pass close over slivers of bare skin, so much so as to skim over the fine hairs on the surface of arms, stomach, shoulder, the nape of the neck.
Never touching, never ceasing, until one of you gives in to desire.
You watch him from beneath lowered lids as he passes you, sensing how his palm hovers above the curve of your waist, the way his hot breath fans across one cheek, the rustle of his shirtsleeves as he reaches up, right past your ear, for a coffee mug from the upper shelf of the cupboard.
Today, you feel a little spiteful.
You let him begin the brew, before drawing a finger all along the lower edge of his belt.
He stills, half-turning toward you.
The coffee pot burbles and drips, not quite as tantalizing as the drift of your palm along his inner thigh, stopping right before you reach the junction at his crotch.
Hiromi's face is partially in shadow, the gentle down-lighting of the kitchen tracing the lift of his dense eyelashes, the single lock of dark hair that falls free across his pale forehead, the proud curve of the bridge of his nose beneath eyes like a forest lake in the silent hours before dawn.
He replaces the mug, closes the cupboard, and his hands falter ever so slightly.
This is what you've been watching for, that infinitesimal crack in the cool, logical wall, that great heart of his humming to life in the crucible of desire beneath.
Outside of your home, Hiromi never lets himself go. The world demands too much of him, but in here, all that is required is the shedding of clothes, along with the fortress of his own principles.
You know how you want him this evening.
Without waiting to see if he follows, you make your way back to the living room, sensing him hesitate.
Without bothering to close the balcony door, still slightly ajar, you draw the curtains across the small gap, cutting the room off from outside view, even while the evening breeze filters through.
It's slightly chilly, but you don't mind, not even as you slip out of your clothes, right there in the middle of the room, your back to him.
The hush within the apartment grows deeper, his slight indrawn breath barely audible.
The shadows lie heavier now, carving out stark brush-strokes over your form, the sway of your back as you shiver slightly, padding away from the draught.
You're aware of how the light catches you, a silent melodrama painted over the still-life mundanity of your living room.
It's about to transform, right before his eyes.
Your larger couch has a wide, curved arm, sturdy enough to take your weight.
Facing him, you drop the final item of clothing, underwear slinking down around one ankle to be tossed away.
Hiromi is still fully dressed, the light from the kitchen behind him hiding the face he wears.
He can see your face, clearly, as you lean against the arm, lower back molding to the perfect arch below you.
He doesn't speak, doesn't ask why you've chosen this place.
The way your body comes to rest makes the benefits clear.
Instead, he steps through the diaphonous doorway of your invitation, without hesitation, right between your parted thighs.
For the first time, he touches you, the warmth of his fingers a startling contrast to the cool air.
Gooseflesh erupts over the planes of your stomach and thighs, nipples stiffening just from this single point of contact.
He's noticed.
Of course he has.
You let him explore you, slowly, but with no lack of confidence.
Hiromi is simply mapping you out, all the places he knows so well, methodical, practiced, his patience a deception.
This you can tell from the hard outline pressing into your abdomen, the controlled shudder of his breathing.
He leans forward, right over you, and you cannot stand to see him like this if he isn't bare. Your fingers shoot up, tugging the buttons of his shirt apart, loosening the grip of his waistband.
You might damage or tear it, but neither of you care, because he is trying to help you, fingers scrabbling alongside yours, forgoing any attempt to undress the regular way, and simply tugging the shirt over his head.
He is pressed closer now, hips rocking almost unconsciously against yours, a soft hiss of breath escaping his lips as you grasp at his chest, running your hands wildly over the coarse scattering of dark hair there.
He feels so warm, in a way that should be ordinary, but is not.
This is Hiromi, who you've known for years, spent long afternoons with amidst the musty spread of thick volumes, listening for his steady tread, the warm baritone beside your ear on the bus, watching for his hangdog posture on the street corner outside the courthouse.
You probably know him better than anyone, and yet every time you do this with him, it is breathless, anticipatory, eager and edged with a longing neither of you can name.
It manifests in him too, that quick switch, spooling like thread through his grasp. Careful control spills over, a wildfire through the winter-dry fields that you both navigate alone, except for the times when you're together.
He drops down, your soft protest drifting away into the cool air of the apartment as he holds your thighs apart, nuzzling gently before his tongue pries you open with firm insistence.
You jerk and stiffen, clutching at the fabric of the sofa, gaining no handholds, as his nose nudges against the swollen peak of you, drawing fine, electric lines of delight.
Strangled cries escape you, the slightly open doorway a risky reminder of the world outside. Hiromi shows no consideration for such things, diving deeper and deeper, drawing slow strokes with his tongue, pausing to lap with deceptive leisure.
He knows exactly how to pull you to the quivering knife-edge, tugging at a million nerve endings, but never quite the one to tip you over the molten brink.
As quickly as he'd placed himself there, he is now over you once more, and you can't stand it, you need him, need him inside you, and -
He complies, one long, slow, drawn out thrust taking him exactly to where he has to be, the curve of the armchair angling your back in a way that makes your breath hitch.
His heavy exhale washes over you, as if he's breaching the surface of some cosmic ocean.
Dampness grows at the corners of your eyes as you draw him down to you, tasting yourself on his lips, arms wrapping around him like a vice as he groans into your neck, all restraint thrown to the wind.
Your bodies move together with shocking intimacy, damp skin pressed to skin, noses touching, the loosely dealt panting from his open mouth hot and wet across your lips.
The curtains shift, ever so slightly, stirred by the breeze, and cool air washes over heated flesh, over the fall of his dark hair as it brushes your own forehead, the innate tenderness with which his eyes devour you.
Ah, yes, this is why neither of you dare put a name to this feeling, even as it snakes around you in your joining.
It is too vast, too familiar, a pathway you've both traversed in unspoken dreams.
Hiromi's arms curve around your waist, earning a sharp gasp as he lifts you impossibly closer, slowing down his rhythm.
The shirt still hangs off his shoulders, his trousers slid down to his ankles, his usual composure shredded and cast aside, evident in the heady flush on his once-cool cheeks and throat, the glimmer of sweat on that serious brow.
Then, there is the way he looks at you.
With Hiromi, eye contact during intimacy has never been absent.
He needs it, craves it, will gently place his finger beneath your chin to tilt your head back such that your gaze always falls on him.
You cannot hide, even with the contortion of your own features as he pushes so deep into you, slick gathering around where you are joined, your back arching further over the arm of the sofa as you claw at his back beneath the crumpled shirt.
What is this, what is this, what is it that you feel?
The words fill you, even as he does, spoken softly against his ear.
"What ... is ... Hiromi ... what are we ... what - "
"Shhh, don't - "
"Please, Hiromi - "
"Don't, don't, I can't - not like this, I can't - "
He silences you with his lips, heavy and desperate, pushing your legs further apart as every lift of his hips turns impactful, stroking somewhere beautiful and bruised inside you.
"You're so - so deep ... inside, I - "
"Stay with me, stay - yes, just ... I need you, need you, never needed ... more than this - "
The words fly up into your chest, brand themselves there, even as you cry out and choke back tears, some scarlet thread drawing tighter, tighter, tighter where his body slides into yours.
The silken garrotte slices you open, bares your glistening throat to him, raw with the tenderness he's pouring into you, never-ending.
When you come back to your senses, his face is pressed into your neck, shoulders shaking beneath your grasp.
The room has cooled further around you both, and his large, warm palm slides down your back, grounding you, keeping the worst of the cold away.
There is no further need for words, even as he draws away, reluctant as ever, steadying you as you rise.
You've said all you needed to, in those golden moments, and for now, it is enough.
Later, when you lie beneath the blankets, your body cocooned by his, his breathing deep and even across your hair, you allow yourself to surrender to the notion of being his, and laying claim to those parts of himself he trusts you with.
Two lonely vessels, not passing each other in the night, but colliding, sinking together to some watery grave.
His shadow lies over you, the comforting weight of all that he is, all that he carries with him, and drowning has never been so sweet.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
You're not certain when, or how it started.
Sanemi was not known to embrace anything other than the rush of savage steel and death.
You'd come across him many times before, often acting as a messenger and liaison for the Hashira, but you were quite sure you'd never done anything to gain his scrutiny.
For the past few months, however, he had granted you this odd attentiveness.
You didn't feel afraid, not exactly.
You'd always performed your duties with due diligence, and Sanemi, in spite of all of his reckless violence driven by vengeance, held his rank for a reason.
So, you returned this careful observation, and waited.
Whenever you did approach him, he seemed oddly subdued, muscles wound tight, as if you were what put him on edge.
Impossible.
You had been trained to never doubt the evidence of your own eyes, but surely you'd grossly misinterpreted what you'd seen there.
It was possible to count the number of words he'd spoken to you in totality, the odd grunt of acknowledgement or muttered greeting barely serving as a form of communication.
Then, one afternoon, after delivering another missive, he had spoken to you.
"Repeat it."
Puzzled, you'd gone over the message once more. He'd never asked for such before.
Head tilted, he regarded you in silence.
"Again."
Again?
It was not for you to question the authority of the Hashira, but if something was lacking in your delivery ...
"Master Shinazugawa, would you please tell me if there is something I can improve upon?"
He stared at you for a full minute, unresponsive, and this was when you'd really begun to grow concerned.
His reply was so unexpected that it took you a few moments to comprehend it.
"I like listening to you."
"You - "
"You heard me loud and clear. Now repeat the message."
Clearing your throat, you considered, mind racing.
"I think you've already memorized the message, Master. Perhaps you'd like me to say something else?"
"Like what?"
"I could recite you a poem."
From the look he'd given you, you understood that if anyone else had suggested this, they'd be cut down where they stood.
Raising your hands defensively, you explained.
"Only if you want me to. I do love to read verse, and maybe you'd like some of the poems I've come across, related to swordsmanship?"
He gave this some thought before folding his arms. The movement caused the open folds of his shirt to separate further, and your eyes were drawn by some magnetism to the scars that adorned his torso.
You'd never seen them up close.
Sanemi's rough edged voice broke through your reverie.
"Recite something."
So, you did.
You told the tale, recited from memory, enshrined in the flowing verse of the storyteller, of the two brothers who had founded a clan, brought low by demon attacks, who infiltrated the stronghold of demons in the hills nearby and killed their leader.
Sanemi never interrupted you, never looked away. If you hadn't been slightly accustomed to his manner, it would have been highly disconcerting.
From time to time, his eyes dropped to your lips, as if committing to memory the way they shaped themselves around words.
He hadn't given you much feedback at the time, but he must have enjoyed hearing the recital, because he'd asked for you by name the next time missives were due to be delivered, and the next time, and the time after that.
By now, you'd spent many such hours in his company, learning the myriad ways he responded to you with such remarkable subtlety, for one such as him. You'd even come to anticipate what he'd like read to him, depending on his mood.
In turn, you were aware of your own growing fascination with him, the stark hair, the gaze of a wounded wolf, the way his hands never moved far from his sword hilt.
At times, you wondered what it would be like to touch him.
All of this only made your curiosity grow.
When would the blade drop? When would it cut you free from the fallacy that he could be patient, that he could listen without speaking, that those harsh words and his endless rage could be tempered by anything as insignificant as a poem?
That thought was before the last time you'd arrived to see him, though.
There had been a commotion in the courtyard, raised voices, and he'd come barging into the room, the screen door all but shattering with the force of his shove.
Ah, here it was, finally.
Bracing yourself for his ire, you placed both hands on the floor before you, where you knelt with the latest message.
Instead of a storm breaking over you, there was silence.
Chancing a glance up, you saw him standing before you, fists clenched.
He had obviously been engaged in training, sweat dampening the loose folds of the shirt beneath his practice hakama. The tracery of scars across the exposed skin glistened in the dim light, strangely intimate, but you could not drag your eyes away from him.
Somehow, you found your voice.
"Master Shinazugawa. A message."
He only nodded, and you made your delivery, succinct as always.
He still had no reply, so you made to rise.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the manor, Master."
"Where's your recital?"
You hesitated, words chosen carefully.
"I assumed that now wouldn't be a good time to - "
"You assumed wrong."
There was something in his voice that stilled every nerve in your body, a raw, almost pained quality that you'd never heard from him before.
He moved, like wind through trees, and then he was closer, the scent of grass, steel, sweat and musk arresting your senses.
You had to tilt your head back to look at him, and almost wished you hadn't.
His gaze was scorching, bent on every minute change in your expression.
"You saw me get in a fight?"
"No, I - "
"Heard it?"
"Yes."
That last was whispered. He knew the truth just from looking at you.
"So now you want to run away? That it?"
"I'm not running away."
"Do I frighten you?"
It was framed as a challenge, booming and fraught with expectation, but you could hear the slight waver of desperation, the desire to be seen as something other by you.
You remembered all the times you'd spent in his company, the restful evening sky, the window that cast him in a softer light, the way he sat with unnerving calm, listening to every word that fell from your lips, the way he'd somehow diminished the raging energy that always surrounded him to a form that you wouldn't find intimidating, or off-putting.
There came a slow realisation, that he'd tried so hard to be less in front of you, to ensure that you'd want to come back to him, and now he seemed almost afraid that this one outburst you'd witnessed would send you away forever.
What did he take you for?
When you met his gaze once again, there was no faltering, or hesitation.
"No, you don't frighten me."
He snapped back, as if the hope you'd given him was unbearable.
"I've given people reason to be afraid."
"Well, that's a gift you've never granted me. Should I be jealous?"
Your smile visibly disarmed him, his eyes widening slightly.
He had not moved from his position, just a few inches from you, and now his hand rose, more tentative than any motion you'd ever seen him make, and you sensed more than felt the feather-light touch that passed the hair at your temple.
You closed your eyes and exhaled, and his fingers were at your lips, tracing their outline, his thumb pressing momentarily across them, as if to test their softness and yield.
That was all it took, all it cost for the masks to fall away.
Some unknown spirit seemed to have possessed your hands, because they flew to his collar, latching onto the fabric there, and tugging him forcefully into you.
Your lips slammed against his, little pretence at finesse, barely a kiss until he made it so.
He gave a grunt of surprise, but he caught on quick enough, his large hands tangling in your hair, exerting enough pressure to separate you.
Head tilted back in his grasp, you took him in, your lips still parted and damp from the force of the initial kiss.
He was drinking you in, from the curve of your brows, to the bridge of your nose, the rise of your cheeks, to the way your throat arched beneath the force of his hold.
Sanemi descended on you.
Teeth sank into your shoulder, control in the way they closed on skin, earning a soft gasp. Your hands did not know where to land, fingers scratching over his shoulders, neck, arms, drawing him closer to you.
He bit, licked to ease away the pain, then bit once more, covering you in the marks of his desire.
The shirt was pushed aside, the hakama undone, the uneven, ragged edges of every scar revealing itself beneath your questing touch.
Oh, but you couldn't miss this. Not for the world.
You placed your hands squarely on his chest and pushed. The harsh, accidental tug on your scalp as he backed away, confusion clear, only served to spur you on.
Another shove, slower, backing him onto the dresser which took his weight with a rattle.
He was leaning against it now, body at an angle, which you took advantage of as you straddled him.
This was obviously a first for Sanemi, whose hands came up reflexively to grip your hips, determined not to be outdone.
The pressure of his fingers eased a hiss of delight from your lips, but you had other things to concern yourself with first.
Those scars.
Drawn to them as if by some magnetism, your eyes followed where your fingertips traced, over dozens and dozens of marks on his skin, some glaringly visible, some only evident by their pale outlines and raised edges.
He'd sat, listened to you, quieted his storm, tried to hold back these facets of himself, but didn't he know?
Didn't he know that he was wind, biting through garments like some wild beast, gentle as it passed the threshold at dawn, cold down the jutting escarpment of the mountains, rolling humid and hot in from the sea?
He was all of these things, and you needed every part of him.
You wanted to hear it, when he had the time, the story of each and every one of these scars, because they were as important as the tales carried down through generations.
For now, you'd satisfy yourself with knowing him with tongue, fingers and the candle-flicker of your breath, lowering your head, tasting him as he'd tasted you.
He groaned, explosive and uncontained, head dropping back against the wall with a resounding thud.
If it had been anyone else, you'd have been more concerned at the sound.
Wet trails across his skin gleamed in the lamplight, where you lovingly teased out the shape of each scar. Some cut deeper into his flesh, and those were more sensitive, while others formed dense, ropy bridges between ghosts of remembered pain, now permanently dulled of sensation.
Some scars wrapped around his torso, tearing from waist to hip, where you diligently applied your mouth to the rippling ridges of his abdomen, shifting under your splayed palms.
His hakama was now completely removed, leaving powerful thighs, no less marked by battle, bare to your gaze.
As for what lay between them ... Sanemi was thick, curving to the left, the head slightly bulbous and flushed, bobbing directly within your vision as you crouched before him.
Not there, not yet, in spite of how much you both clearly wanted this.
First came the mapping of his thighs, his muscles twitching slightly beneath you as your hair came loose fully, curling and trailing over him.
The bunch and flex was unmistakable, the slow upward buck of his hips, the way his breathing had started to emerge in tightly reigned panting and hitches.
Just as he had earlier, you slid a hand up across his stomach, then down, threading through the thatch of pale, unruly hair above his cock, grasping and jerking.
The dresser rocked back against the wall, his elbows planted against it. His lower lip was caught between his teeth, so hard you wondered that it hadn't drawn blood.
Meeting that wild-eyed, stark-hued look, you gave your tongue one final pathway, right from the heavy sac beneath, along the hard, hot, rigid length, right up until the glistening tip, swirling it gently.
This time, the wood of the dresser cracked under the force of his grip.
If you'd been wondering when the wind would change, it struck now like the sudden onset of a summer storm.
He'd been surprisingly obliging thus far, but his patience clearly had a limit.
Large, roughened hands were braced underneath your elbows, raising you, his body deftly sliding past yours, switching positions.
He left you in your tunic, only pausing to push it up your back, holding you down with your stomach against the smooth, polished surface, your sex exposed to the cool night air as he dragged your underwear down to your ankles.
He didn't need to instruct you. You were more than ready for him, back arching, raising yourself slightly, braced on your forearms.
Sanemi's knuckles were flowing down your back, committing the curve of your spine to memory, before he suddenly dipped between your legs.
You uttered a loud cry as he swiped along the length of you, then smeared a trail of heat across your buttocks as he grasped hard and spread you open for him.
"Mas - Sanemi, please."
You rocked back, but there was no need.
He was already there, the head of him nudging you open further, and another hoarse plea burst from your throat as he held you down and eased forward.
The heavy weight of him settled across your back, allowing him to work his hips harder back and forth as you opened for him in a wild, untamed blooming.
You were so wet for him, and he could feel it, reveled in it, working his fingers slowly over where you were joined.
In some distant part of your mind, you were thankful that there was nobody nearby, as the solid knock of wood on wood resounded through the room.
Between this, and the groans, cries and heady raptures of barely coherent pleasure, it would be obvious to anyone passing by as to what was occurring within.
Sanemi took no mercy on you, driving himself home like waves over a harried ship at sea, but there was some purpose to the way he took you, some measured force in the way he noted your reactions, littered your back with more marks of possession, gripped your waist and angled you to receive him just right.
When you began to clench around him tighter, your form shaking under his, he slowed his pace, drawing you back onto him with warm, heavy slaps of flesh on flesh.
At the apex of each thrust, he ground deep, circling slightly, and your moans turned panicked, desperate, fingernails clawing at his hips and thighs, a monstrous, ceaseless tide rising within you.
It crashed across your senses, and you howled for him, your body drawn like finest steel into one long, quivering arc.
In that moment, there was only you, and him, so large, warm and vital all around you, his sweat and yours cooling on overwrought muscles.
When he slid from you, you felt empty, already craving more of him, and when he pulled you down onto the futon with him, you didn't resist.
It occurred to you, as sleep claimed you, your cheek pressed to the solid planes of his chest, that while he'd never held back in your coupling, he'd given you complete agency, allowing you to come to him.
The wind could also lie in wait, coiling in all the corners of empty courtyards and errant hearts, and the new marks on your skin, and on his, whispered of new tales to be spun on a brighter morning.
Synopsis: Shinichiro is waek for you, that is quite obvious. Its even worse when you wear that dress.
Character: Shinichiro Sano x Fem!reader
TW/CW: PIV sex, oral sex (both giving and receiving) fingering
A/N: This was a contribution for a network collab but I am no longer in any networks.
It’s the start of summer, the temps are sweltering and it is humid as hell. S&S Motors is busy today. Six different bikes for scheduled maintenance, four drop in oil changes, and eight quotes on restoration work. So when your reminder about going to lunch went unanswered and the time frame missed, you made your way to the shop with some lunch.
You had already gotten ready, pulling together one of your cutest outfits. Since it had been so damn warm, you chose the gauziest of sundresses. The soft grey fabric had sequins peppered across the skirt as well as arranged in a scalloped design on the bodice. You dust a little pearlescent highlighter over your collarbone and the swell of your cleavage. To complete the outfit, you wear the necklace that Shinichiro gave you for your birthday and a baby pink shawl.
Wakasa is on his way out for lunch as you enter the shop. “He’s in the back, it's been a busy day. Non-stop bikes since we opened.” He flips the sign so that it reads ‘Closed for lunch. Back in an hour.’ “See ya later,” he waves and heads toward the cafe down the road.
“So that’s why he forgot our lunch date…” You sigh as you pull the door closed and twist the lock. Long and packed days at the shop was the downside to dating one of the most talented and reasonably priced mechanics in the area. There just were times when long standing lunch dates got ignored.
As you enter the garage, you walk softly. You notice how hard he’s focusing on the bike in front of him. You notice the furrow of his brow as his fingers manipulate a part into its proper place. You watch as he wipes sweat from beneath his eyes and smears grease on his face. The breeze from the open garage door wafts your perfume across the work floor. “Smells nice in here,” he mutters as he works on a stubborn bolt. As the words leave his mouth, Shin’s eyes go wide.
“Oh fucking shit, she’s gonna kill me…” Shinichiro curses when he realizes that he not only missed your messages but the date all together. He wipes his hands and face clean on a shop towel before he washes them under hot water.
“I don't think she will,” you smile at him as you step into the garage from the lobby.
He’s got his back to you as you walk in. “Oh hey bab-'' Shinichiro's jaw drops as he turns around. Fucking christ… his thoughts immediately turn lusty. The way the dress hugs your curves, accenting your waist and the fullness of your chest. And fuck… you werent wearing a bra under that gauzy dress. His eyes grow wide and he rushes to your side, pulling you into a deep, needy kiss.
When you break for air, you gasp. “Shin…” the soft sound of your exhale made Shin shiver.
“You had to wear that dress,” he groans in your ear. “Showing off your body like that. You’re giving me excitations.” He grips your hips and pulls you out into the sunny backlot.
“Well… if you weren't in such high demand, I wouldn't need to wear it.” you smirk against his lips. You press against him, feeling his hardening cock through his coveralls. Your hand palms his need as he puts you on the edge of the picnic table. You wrap your legs around his waist.
His still warm hands slide up your inner thighs, teasing at your core through your already damp panties. “Oh? Why’s that?” his teeth find gentle purchase on your neck and his fingers swirl lazy circles over your already throbbing bud.
“You’ve been so busy. Gotta distract you somehow,” You pant.
When your hips grind against his fingers, you can feel his heart rate change. “Fuck,” he hisses as his nimble fingers slip past the lace of your panties and into your wanton walls, curling into the spot that makes you clench. “So fuckin’ perfect.”
“Aah, Shin…” you moan, burying your face in his neck. You take slow, deep breaths. Each inhale pulls his scent into your nostrils: sweat, the cologne you got him for valentines day, and motor oil.
His mouth works its ways down your neck, over the swell of your breasts. To which he pulls down the bodice so that he can pay attention to your pert nipples. While his mouth works your breasts, his fingers continue to drill into that spot that drives you to the edge.
“So close… wanna cum,” you moan into his ear.
“Can’t have that yet,” Shin's voice rumbles against your breast as he pulls his fingers out. Licking his fingers, he gently lays you back while softly trailing kisses over your tummy. Soon his mouth hovers over your core, hot breath sending goosebumps over your skin. “Brought me a meal, didn’t ya?” He smirks, ripping your soaked panties off.
“A feast actually,” you purr as you lift your hips to help him. “I brought lunch on top of… Oh my god!” Your thought is interrupted by Shinichiro swirling his tongue over your throbbing clit. The sound of his groans as he laps at your slick is music to your ears. His need is only fueled by how delicious he thinks you are. “Fuck, your mouth and your fingers are magic.” The phrase lifts at the end as you moan into a wave of pleasure.
“You’re delectable,” Shin growls, pulling away from your slick cunt. Your arousal pulls in gossamer strands from his lips and the tiny amount of stubble on his chin. His fingers gently prodding into your heat, working you open. “You gonna relax for me baby girl? I need you.”
“Fuck…” you breathe.
“That's the idea babe,” he nearly growls as he frees himself. “C’mere.” He pulls you close, his thick head pressing into your fluttering walls. “Fuck you feel so good.” he moans, thrusting into you.
You can't help but moan. There was something about being intimate during the day, semi in public, and at his shop that was exhilarating. “Fuck, didnt know you were so needy today Shin…” you purposely clench your muscles so that your walls clamp down on him.
“D-don't do that babe… you know that makes me wanna…” he moans. “Not ready to fill you up. Wanna savor you…” he mumbles as he kisses his way between your breasts, pulling the bodice of your dress down. His mouth finds its way to your nipple and he begins to play with it. God does he love how pillowy your chest is. Shin starts to get lost in your chest, thrusting harder and harder into your gummy walls. His moans softly rumble from his lungs. All the while you're under his ministrations trying not to climax with each thrust.
“Shiiiin,” you whine. “I’m gonna....”
“Not yet. I need to savor you.” His thrusts get sloppy. On a back stroke, he slides all the way out. The whine that passes by your lips has him growling. “Just a few more thrusts. Can you hold back that long baby girl? For me?” The thrusts since he re-entered heaven target the soft spongy spot within you. They are hard and rapid, causing you to see stars.
Heat builds within both of your lower bellies. Your core starts to turn molten. The need makes your body feel heavy. Within moments of your brains registering the precipice of climax, the two of you fall over the edge of ecstasy. Your slick drips off your labia as Shin spills shallowly within your heat. “Shin that was amazing,” you pant.
“Gotta keep lovin’ those good vibrations,” Shin whispers against your neck. His thick fingers grab a clean shop towel and he cleans up the evidence of your love making. “Shall we get lunch now, baby girl?”
Dividers by the artist formerly known a benkeibear, but they dont exisit here anymore.
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