Summary: After your coffee date with Kento, he seeps into your brain and makes it impossible to forget him. One day, your phone rings again.
Word count: 1,404
Author's Note: Cranked this one out like my life depended on it for y'all, hope you enjoy!
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Weeks had passed since your coffee “date” with Nanami. Even though you tried your hardest to ignore it, going as far as putting on extra hours in work and always hanging our with friends. You barely got sleep, sleep meant your mind was empty and he would resurface. You always had to keep busy now. You had rearranged your apartment at least twelve times since that day.
Eventually, you get another call from your landline. This time at a more reasonable hour, right when you got home from work. Before even picking up the phone, you had an intuition of who it was; Kento Nanami.
“Hello?” you call out, sighing in exasperation.
“Y/n? Good, you picked up. Listen uh, I have reservations tonight. A nice place, the one place we always used to go to. I know you’re not interested in dating me but, please? We can just go on this one date, and I’ll be happy. Just let me talk to you, see you,” his voice rings from the receiver. You roll your eyes before crossing your arms.
Against your better judgement, you respond with, “What time is the reservation?” You can almost see the smile on his face. That big, stupid smile that you knew he only got around you.
“7:30PM, sharp. Your favorite dinner time for a weeknight, I remembered,” he sounds almost proud at remembering that detail. To play devil’s advocate, no other boyfriend of yours had ever remembered that even while you were in a relationship with them. But he remembered almost half a year later.
“Alright then, I’ll be there, bye.”
“Bye.”
You look up at the ceiling, rubbing a hand over your face. Twice now this month you wondered what you had gotten yourself into with this man. This gorgeous, attentive, dedicated man that you knew would never let you go.
You put the landline back on its base before getting ready for the “date”. You glanced at your watch, 5:30PM. Perfect. You had plenty of time to shower and put on makeup. By the time you were dressed in your best dress (a beautiful black silk dress that flared out just slightly at the bottom and gave you ample cleavage), it was 7:00PM. You got in your car and drove quickly to that convenience store. From there, you walked (in Louboutin heels, mind you) what would have been a ten minute walk in five. When you entered the restaurant, Nanami waved you over. Once more, he pulled out your chair and pushed you in, then proceeded to sit down across from you.
It was a nice restaurant, every table was one for two. In the center of your table was a beautiful red rose arrangement with a candle lit to set the mood. You took a glance at your menu, even though you already knew what you wanted. You always had the same thing. Which Kento always loved about you, the predictability that he needed after never being able to expect what will happen at work.
“So, Y/n, how have you been?” he tries to play that classic cheesy role that he did on your first date (which also happened to be here).
“I've been fine, taking care of the cat and getting a promotion at work,” you reply, no real interest or pride in it.
“Oh, you still have Arpeggio?” the question was one he used to just speak. You had had the cat since you were 16, and he was still thriving. You just nodded though, not particularly interested in any conversation.
The waiter came over, and Kento ordered your favorite appetizers. Then when they came he let you eat as many as you pleased.
“Kento,” he practically gleamed at the use of his name rather than his surname, “why did you being me here? You know it's just not gonna work between us.”
“Listen, I know what I've said before. I know you think I will do it again. But I promise you, Y/n, I will never leave you heartbroken like that. Not again. Not ever,” he promises. You see the tears well in his eyes. You can tell this time that he is serious. But just in case…
“You sure?” a teasing look is in your gaze as you look at him from over the rim of your wine glass. Your foot traces over his calf as he seizes up and turns red. Kento was always bad with PDA, even one that was hidden under a tablecloth. He nods fervently, gently removing your foot.
“Yes, I’m very sure, Y/n. I want to be with you, seriously. I just want you to be happy. With me, near me. I can’t sleep without you. Please, just one night. Come to my place. We don’t have to do anything. Or we can do everything,” the man is whining, begging like a dog for one night with you again. So what do you do? You finish dinner with him, of course.
When you get your food, you eat slowly. Making him wait. Sweating on the edge of his seat. You take the smallest bites possible and chew at least 20 times per bite. Meanwhile, the man didn’t even touch his food. Entranced with you and watching your every move, awaiting your response.
“Why aren’t you eating, Kenny?” the nickname has him practically moaning. You could tell that he was probably hard and you both would have to maneuver your way out of the restaurant just so that the man wouldn’t have to lose his dignity. He gulps before answering.
“Please, Y/n, just answer me. Will you come over tonight?” the whininess in his tone has you almost pouncing at him. You nod silently, and that is enough for him to dig into his meal. Afterwards, you force him to buy you dessert. Just to make the wait longer. Once done, you left right in front of him. You both walked back to his place after making sure he didn’t look odd.
When you entered his place, the door was locked and you immediately felt his hands unzipping your dress. As soon as you stepped out of it he let out a moan. His pants came off easily, thanks to your doing. Meanwhile, he was making quick work of his shirt.
The both of you were quickly undressed and laid on the bed. He grabs a condom, rolling it ontohis fat cock. He leans down and kisses you gently while his hands slide down to your cunt. His finger runs along your slit, collecting your wetness. When he brings it back up, you make him suck on it.
He enters you brusquely, in one quick thrust. Then he kisses your neck softly. You arch into him as he continues thrusting. His one hand goes down to your clit, rubbing it in perfect sync. His other hand holding yours intently.
The stimulation was overwhelming, both from friction and penetration. You bit into his neck, earning a grunt and making a bruise after sucking hard enough. He thrusts particularly hard after that, making you see white. You come, hard and fast. Clamping down on his dick as he comes as well.
He gets up, starting a shower for the both of you. You hop in with him and he washes your hair with your exact shampoo.
“Did you seriously keep this?” you ask in disbelief.
“I might have,” he says quietly, continuing to scrub your scalp thoroughly.
“You seriously kept this? You gave me back a few family photos and a throw pillow but you kept my toiletries?”
“Yes, why not? Just in case you came back, you would need some things to spontaneously spend the night. Especially because I was pursuing you then. Funny how things work out, no?” he teases, kissing your shoulder. You laugh, turning around to meet his gaze. “Head up, don’t want to get soap in your eyes.”
After he finished lathering your body in suds and rinsing you back off, he turned off the water and dried you off with the good towel. Then he dressed you in one of his oversized button ups and a pair of his sleep shorts. You laid down on the bed next to him, cuddling up right next to him.
“I think I forgive you,” you tease. He smiles, knowing that you both are right back where you belong.
Summary: After months of being separated from your ex, Nanami, you receive a mysterious phonecall in the middle of the night.
Word Count: 1,037
Author's Note: Made this in the middle of the night. Sorry for not posting, had an ear infection. Also, should I make a part 2?
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Enjoy!
Ring ring. You ignored it. Ring ring, more persistent. You finally sighed, getting up and walking to the old landline in your house. It was late at night, and it was definitely gonna storm soon, you could tell by the already harsh pitter patter of the raindrops on your windows.
You reluctantly picked up the phone, “Hello?”
“Y/n, are you there?” you recognized that voice, even through the muffled and staticky phone. It was the voice of your old boyfriend, Nanami Kento. You sigh, now understanding why it was the landline that was ringing.
Months ago, you broke up with him over his work. He was constantly working, and you were tired of never really having time with him. Of course you understood that people needed to work, hell you worked 43 hours a week like most people did. However, it was tiring that you would always have to reschedule and cancel dates because he was randomly called into work; especially if you had called off a day with friends or work for him.
It wasn’t a terrible breakup, but it still stung. Even now, five months later, you just wanted to curl up to him after a long day at work.
“Yeah, I’m here, Kento. What do you want?” you reply, sighing a little in annoyance. You turn to the clock, and see that it is 3:12 AM.
“I uh… I missed you, okay? I know, I fucked up. A lot. I worked too hard and made no time for you. I should have never put work first. I know it’s late, but… I couldn’t sleep. I’ve needed to do every trick in the book to sleep for the past five months. So, please, just come back home. Okay? We can talk about this. I’ll make things better, I promise,” it all comes out as a blurt. You knew it all. The same lines he played for you back when you were still dating. Empty promises that he never really keeps. Things he says to pull you back into his web and then keep you there.
“Nanami, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he groans, “look, it’s late. You’re tired, I’m tired. I can’t just go halfway across town to see you and get back together with you while my mind isn’t working properly.”
“Please, I want to fix this. I want to see you, to know you’re okay. You still have a couple of things at my place, too. I didn’t wanna throw em away, knew they were special,” his voice is soft, trying to convince you. You were still firm, though.
“Listen, not right now, okay? We can get coffee tomorrow. 9:30, you still don’t work Thursdays, right? Bring my things then, and we can talk about this; when I'm not tired and delirious and at risk of making a stupid decision. We can meet at that one place near yours that we always went to.”
“Alright, fine then. Coffee tomorrow, see you then. Bye,” he says briskly. Then he waits, he doesn’t hang up like he does when he is on a casual call. He’s lingering, waiting for the typical ‘I love you’ that he used to get from you when you used to call him. You just stay silent, then:
“Bye,” before you hang up the phone. You groan, rubbing a hand over your face and wondering what can of worms you just opened. You pad off back to bed. Hoping that in the morning, you will have a clearer mind.
You wake up at 7AM sharp. A little bit tired, yes, but albeit determined to get this straight (and look good doing it). You got dressed into something that was nice, yet still a bit casual. Then you did a simple look for makeup and looked at the time, 8:30. Perfect. You got in your car and drove near the place. Then you parked and walked the rest of the way. You lived almost in the country of Japan, just outside of Tokyo. He lived right in the heart of the city. So, you typically had to park near some convenience store before walking the rest of the way to his house, or in this case the cafe.
You entered the cafe at 9:25, he was right there already at a booth. He had his order and your usual drink and favorite pastry. He smiled up at you as you approached. Ever the gentleman, he got up and pulled your chair out for you. Then when you say he pushed you back in comfortably.
You took a sip of your drink, made perfectly just as he knew it to be, and looked up at him. He cleared his throat before speaking:
“Y/n, I want to try again. I know this is the same stuff that I always say, but I really mean it this time. I called in and took off two weeks. We can bond over that time. We’ll pick up where we left off. Or we can even start fresh. I know, it’s tiring to be with me. I’m old and obsessed with work. But I’m willing to do whatever it takes to fix this for us,” he calmly says. He handled everything like that, like it was a simple work matter. You shook your head.
“No, Nanami,” you saw him practically wince at the use of his surname. “This is the same thing you always do. Apologize, do a big show to prove that you’re serious, and then when you go back to work nothing changes. So no, I’m done. Give me my stuff and just move on.”
“But I can’t,” he whispers, barely audible to even you. You see his vulnerability now, one he only lets out when broken down to the rawness of man. Tears on the brink of leaving his eyes, and you know that he’s not just trying to convince you. This is real for him, his real grief brought to the surface after months of separation. You sigh, getting up and pushing in your chair.
“Not right now,” you say finally before heading out of the cafe. Leaving him, a broken man in tears with two drinks, alone.
Notes: Hey y'all! Sorry it took me so long to finally post something! My laptop broke so I am using my phone for everything (which is why things may look a bit wonky).
Summary: Your husband, Kento Nanami, is a Colonel for the Union in the Civil War. You are poor and worked all day and night at a bakery. For years, the only way you can speak to him is through letters that take weeks to reach you.
Word count: 1.6k
WARNING: This fic includes many non-canon concepts. Including but not limited to: Civil War Era!Nanami, Husband!Nanami, Nanami lives in The U.S. AU, Non-sorceror!Nanami, Nanami doesn't die AU, and Soldier!Nanami. If this fic is offensive to anyone I am deeply sorry, however I do not see how it truly could be. I came up with this idea at 8 am.
Author's Note: Sorry for not feeding y'all! This is my first published JJK fic, as well as my most canon divergent one. I have never done a fic like this before, but I felt it would be safest as I also am new to the Fandom so I could make a mistake if I tried to be lore accurate.
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Without further ado, enjoy!
July 1st, 1862
My Dearest Kento,
The days in this town have been long and bleak since you left for the war. Many have died as you presumably know very well. The mill has long shut down, no one interested in purchasing fabrics anymore. The only ones who make any money are the ones who sell food. Even so, hardly enough to purchase the luxuries the South are allowed.
I myself have gotten a job at the bakery, which makes enough money for me to eat and purchase what I need. It is times like these that I am grateful God has not yet blessed us with children, as I have no idea how I would survive.
That is all for now, my love,
—Your loving wife,
Y/N Nanami
You sent off that letter the day after you wrote it before heading off to the bakery to work. Only a few weeks passed until you received a response from your loving husband. Sat in your parlor, perched on a sofa older than you yourself, you excitedly opened your letter and devoured every word.
July 18th, 1862
My Darling Wife,
I am thrust into a position betwixt a rock and an even harder surface. On one hand, I wish for you to be able to live every luxury you desire. I often dream of us living a life in a large mansion in New York, a garden to which you tend, our children riding horseback on a green lawn. And you, my darling, wearing the most luxurious gowns that even the First Lady would envy.
I have recently been promoted to Colonel of the Division. Meaning that when Brigadier General Satoru Gojo passes on, I will become the new Brigadier General and head of our Division. This would be fine if he were anyone else, but this is Satoru. My eldest friend whom I admire deeply. I will feel nothing but guilt whilst attempting to fill his shoes.
Nonetheless, I yearn to see you once more as a lost child yearns for its home. To touch your skin and worship at the temple of your womanhood is exactly where I wish to be. You, my love, are solely what I long for morning, noon, and night.
Forever missing you,
— Kento Nanami
When you read that letter, your heart instantly swelled with affection (and arousal). However, you were only able to go to sleep after that as you had work the next day.
Once you arose the next morrow, you headed straight to work which was long and hard. You were in a perpetual state of throwing heavy sacks of flower over your head or throwing loaves into an overly-hot oven. All you wanted to do was go home and write to your beloved.
In truth, you just wanted to cuddle up to him and speak to him. To see him once more and tell him about your day. But that wasn't an option currently. He was busy, serving for your country. For freedom of the enslaved. You couldn’t be prouder.
It has now been just over a year since your darling has left for war. Every time there was a new mortality list, you felt sick with worry. However, he always ended up surving. Every month or so, you receive a letter from him. Recapping news of the war and his own life, plus how much he missed you deeply. Every day, though, you wrote and sent him letters. The one you obtained today was especially important.
July 21st, 1863
My Darling Y/N,
It has been 20 days since the Battle of Gettysburg, and every day from then has been looking up for the Union. Looking up for us. The Confederacy lost many lives in the battle, thousands more than even we did. We have noticed that due to this, they have had a shift in their tactics. Typically, they are very offensive in every battle. Now though, they will only seem to defend themselves and seldom attack. It is clear that God has gifted us with the momentum of the war, and we would be quite stupid to reject it.
With every good thing, there comes bad, and that misfortune is none other than the death of one of my oldest and dearest friends, late Union Brigadier General Satoru Gojo. With this, of course, comes my promotion. Yet even this glorious and respectable title cannot overshadow nor overwhelm the death of my companion.
I hope you are doing well, my dearest. You must hang in there for the rest of the war. Yet once this miserable ordeal is all said and done, and the enslaved and mistreated have their freedom, we shall live they way you have always deserved. We will meet once more and when we do, we shall greet the life we will adore. Hello large house, green lawn, beautiful gowns, and garden galore. Farewell small house, small town, no yard, or nice clothes, or sweet orchards. We will live a life fit for the wonderful one you are, my dear. And I will do everything to make you happy.
I hope to see you in two New Year's from now. If not, you may slap me upon my arrival. My Queen, my Beauty, my love, Y/N.
—Yearning for you in all ways I can,
Kento
After absorbing each phrase in the doting letter, you scribed your own response.
August 3rd, 1863
Oh my Darling Kento,
Your latest letter has just crossed the threshold of my mind. I feel the same way as you shall. I am overwhelmed with guilt from benefiting from another's death. Even more so, from a death of one we knew and cared for so deeply. However the greed all humans are born with rings to me with excitement as I know the life we await. I must try, for the sake of us both, to look on the bright side.
Every day that your presence is lacking holds as a cruciating reminder that I need you desperately. You and your voice that brings me comfort and your presence that protects our home as well as my mind. I yearn for you always and every day that you are gone I feel myself going mad and my soul fading away.
Solemnly devoted to you,
— Y/N Nanami
Years had passed since then. It was now 1866 and the war had officially and legally stopped. The men were all discharged and sent home... unbeknownst to you. So, one day you wokd up and heard your house door open. You immediatdly got up with a knife and were surprised to see your darling husband.
Not delighted, nor excited, but shocked.
Your husband stood looking at you. It had been years since you had seen each other. As much as he had changed, you had too.
He looked starved and tired. More wrinkles were added to his face and a few greys blended with his blonde hair. As he smiled, even it looked weary. You had also lost weight out of stress and lack of income. Your eyes had formed bags under them, and the roots of your hair had plenty of greys. The two of you, only in your early 30's, looking at least fifty. This was an effect country-wide.
You sat the knife downcand immediately sank into his arms. Once more feeling the embrace of your love. His arms closed around your back and kissed your head.
"My love," he whispered. "I'm home." You smile up at him, hot tears of joy welling up. An arm moved from your back and brushed your face, wiping the tears away. He bent down slightly and for the first time in years, kissed you.
The both of you sat down on your couch and just held each other for a while. Eventually, you couldn't help but want him.
He noticed immediately, he always did. Kento was an observant man. Especially of the woman he revered more than anything. So once your face was slightly flushed and your breathing changed, you were abruptly picked up and taken to the bedroom.
Once you were gently placed on the bed you feltd your night gown being pulled off slowly. There, naked, you watched your husband take off his uniform. Afterwards, he of course folded your and his clothes' before finally paying attention to you. Yet when he did, it was entirely worth it.
He first kissed you lightly, barely able to feel it. His kisses trailed down to your neck and eventually your chest. Then his mouth was on your breast, sucking one and fondling the other. He moved down to your pussy and started sucking on your clit. Eventually his hand followed and his finger thrusted inside you. Even after all these years he still knew exactly how to please you. He eventually took out his long, hard cock and jerked a few times before entering you. Immediately, you felt full. You moaned loudly as he thrusted over and over again.
While his thrusts were harsh, the rest of him was loving and caring. Always whispering and cooing quiet affirmations to you. And when he was done and had finished inside you, he gently pulled out and carried you to the sink where you both washed up.
"I think tomorrow we are going to buy that house. I've got all my salary from the war saved up," he directs, giddy with the idea of being able to provide you with the best life possible.
You just smile up at him then kiss him, knowing that wherever life takes you both you will always love each other.
Hey y'all! No one probably cares but I just sprained my ankle so I am either gonna be getting shit done or not posting for a month. Anyways, love y'all, bye!
Face sitting. Panties ON. Grinding on it. FUCKING on it. Nose bumping on it. Fabric soaked. Matter fact, panties have his name on the front above the cat. He’s tonguing that shit crazy style. Gulping even. Then it’s almost fucking + just the tip. His meat is smacking that puss from the back. The tip keeps pushing against the cotton and almost thrusting in but it can’t. Panties ripped. Freak shit through the underwear. Mattress squeaking. RAW and ROUGH. NO breaks. DOGGY TO PRONE BONE PIPELINE. 4 rounds MINIMUM. Breeding. Flipped on your back. Ankles by his ears. POUNDING. POUNDING. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. Everyone’s blacking out. The nut is so good he’s screaming. Cat TIGHT. Heat on HIGH. Young hoes UP. Legs SPREAD. Panties DOWN.
“sorry toji we can’t—not tonight.” is all you manage to say before his lifts his head from between your legs, looking like a kicked puppy while he pouts.
“ ‘m more than willing to stop if you aren’t in the mood, ma.”
“no it’s not that it’s just that i haven’t shaved…in a while.”
“say less—” he says dragging your shorts to your ankles before you offer another weak protest against him.
“WAIT—you aren’t turned off by that?” you cock your head almost confused at the way his finger tremble near your hips. just itching to rip your stupid panties off of you and shove in face in your pussy until he suffocates.
your panties do a poor job at trying to hide the bush you’re sporting, the hair peeking out from the edges and toji almost feels like a dog with a treat laid out right before him.
“if i’m ever turned off by a little bit of hair, that ain’t me.”
“this isn’t a little hair toji this is an entire BUSH!”
“are you trying to sell me on this? im convinced already, lay down.” his voice was almost pained, his face warm and flushed almost as if he were sick.
“you’re into this, aren’t you.”
you barely get your sentence out before he rips your panties off of you, the thick hair almost covering the entirety of your slit, you almost cringe until you hear him groan.
“oh my god you are.”
and before you know it, his mouth is latched onto your cunt, his nose deep inside your bush while toji inhales as if he’s in dire need of air.
“you—fucking weirdo—why are you ah—sniffing me?!”
“smells good, doll.” is all you get before he’s back at it, his tongue sloppily kissing your cunt while his nose slowly bumps your clit while you moan into the mattress trying to hide your face.
he’s licking stripes in the hair, practically munching on it, it’s gross, it’s perverse—and it’s absolute heaven to toji. and he’s eating you out as if he has a point to prove—well, to never have you shave the bush again, of course.
you can feel your body spasming around him, your cunt coated with his drool and your slick, and he looks up momentarily, his face dripping while he has the most ecstatic smile on his face.
“maybe…i should shave—” you joke your body recovering from the high while he kisses your inner thighs. taking another whiff of your pussy before you push his head away.
“just say you want me dead next time.”
“toji i can’t keep the bush forever.”
“my girlfriend hates me and she wants me dead.”
this was inspired by da lovely @yoonsucks mwah @yorikae @sugusplaything !!
dividers: @/pixopix .
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
late-night guilt drives toji to confess his fears about fatherhood to your unborn baby.
you moan softly as you unclasp your bra, finally freeing your sore breasts from the day’s grip. the cotton material is tossed carelessly onto the small chair next to the bed in your shared room with your husband, toji. the relief that washes over your body is instantaneous, though your thoughts quickly wander, as they always do, to him.
maybe he’s still out dealing with work? at a bar, having drinks with his friends? your chest tightens slightly at the idea, but you shake it off just as quickly. you trust him; you’ve always trusted him.
still, the week has been rough on you. the pregnancy hasn’t been easy, with nausea all morning and cramps that left you aching by the evening. toji had been there when he could, but he worked late most nights, and tonight, you couldn’t really bring yourself to wait up for him.
“where did i- oh,” you sigh as your eyes catch the glass of water sitting perfectly on your nightstand. he must’ve left it for you earlier, a quiet reminder of how much he cared even when he wasn’t around.
you down it quickly, the cool liquid soothing your body as you carefully lower yourself onto the bed, mindful not to hurt your growing belly. once fully settled, you bite your lip, stretching lazily before grabbing your phone to send him a text.
hey, babe. i’m going to bed early. i left dinner out for you. make sure you eat, okay? <3
you wait for a reply, but none ever comes. no read receipt, nothing. you feel your hormones creeping up on you again, that familiar ache settling in your chest before you force it down with a quiet prayer, letting your eyes flutter shut as you cling to the pillow that still smells faintly of him.
toji, meanwhile, is just pulling into the driveway, the clock on his dashboard reading 12:13 am. he exhales sharply, running a hand through his dark hair before stepping out of the car. guilt is etched into every corner of his mind, weighing down his broad shoulders as he unlocks the door to your shared home.
he’d broken another promise— again.
“idiot,” he mutters to himself under his breath, slipping inside the house as quietly as possible. his feet lead him toward the kitchen, where his gaze softens at the sight of the dinner you’d left him; steaming food paired with his favorite drink, and scrawled in sauce on the side of the plate? ‘i love you.’
he curses quietly under his breath but eats every bite, savoring each mouthful before heading upstairs. the ache in his chest grows heavier with every step closer to the bedroom, and when he opens the door, the sight of you curled up peacefully makes his stomach twist.
the room is dimly lit, but even in the faint light, he can see your baby bump peeking through your loose shirt, his pillow tucked securely under your head.
he looks at you like he always does— with reverence, affection, and guilt.
toji moves quietly to change, his work clothes swapped for a pair of pajama bottoms, his strong chest left bare. once ready, he slides into bed carefully, sinking into the mattress beside you.
“hey, princess,” he whispers, his large hand reaching out to gently rest on the swell of your belly. “and hey, little one,” he adds softly, his lips brushing a kiss to your covered bump.
your body stirs slightly at his movements, but you don’t wake right away, so toji lets himself linger, his face pressed against your belly as he speaks in a voice too soft for you to comprehend fully.
“i fucked up today,” he murmurs quietly to your bump, his calloused fingers tracing gentle circles along your waist. “i promised i’d be here for mommy, but i couldn’t even do that. i’m scared. i’m scared i won’t be a good husband, or a good dad. i’m trying- but sometimes it feels like it’s not enough.”
his voice cracks slightly, his brows furrowing as he presses a kiss into the fabric of your shirt.
when you finally stir fully, your soft fingers thread through his messy hair, and he flinches slightly, lifting his head to see you looking at him with nothing but love.
“she forgives you, toji,” you whisper, all drowsy and warm. “i forgive you.”
his lips twitch, and he lets out a shaky breath, pressing closer to kiss your forehead before trailing his lips down to your belly again.
“did you eat?” you ask.
he nods. “yeah. it was… perfect. you’re perfect,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.
“you’re gonna be a good daddy, y’know,” you say softly.
he lets the words sink in, squeezing your waist gently as you both hold each other close.
“i love you,” he whispers against your neck, his voice barely audible.
“and i love you more,” you reply, smiling into the dim light of the room as you both drift into sleep, tangled and at peace.
toji debut on this acc !! (dw guys, i am still gonna feed y’all more sukuna content, js had to write smth for my other dadaman 👅)
୨୧ choso’s just about as pathetic as a man can get. ୨୧
this realization comes to you after gojo begs you to give his friend a chance.
“please,” gojo says, and you scowl at him. “he’s nice. and i’m pretty sure he has a massive thing for you.”
“me?” you ask, incredulous. “i’ve never talked to him in my life.”
gojo sighs, flopping back onto your couch. “if i ever, like, loosely mention you in conversation, i swear he blushes.”
that’s how you end up in the living room of the frat friday night. loud, warm, the air slightly hazy.
choso right beside you on the couch, barely looking at you at first, all hunched shoulders and quiet glances, dark hair brushing his neck, dermal piercing catching the light every time he nervously shifts.
yeah, you think, he’s cute.
you end up sharing a joint, and that’s when you notice how he freezes every time your fingers brush his, how his breath hitches. it’s not subtle. not even a little. and when you lean a bit closer, knee nudging his, he almost drops it. across the room, gojo and the others are already smirking like they know exactly how this is going to go.
they don’t even try to hide it when they leave. gojo claps choso on the shoulder, says something low that makes his ears turn red, and suddenly it’s just the two of you on that worn-out couch, the music muffled now, the air heavier.
choso apologizes. for his friends, for himself.
you remember thinking how easy it is to get a reaction out of him. how all it takes is a hand on his chest, a soft question, and he’s unraveling right in front of you.
he nods at everything, says yes too quickly like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind if he hesitates. when he slips and said “please,” you know you have him.
“d’you like me, cho?” you murmur with glassy eyes, hand sliding up his collar and pressing against his nape, fingers deftly threading through inky hair.
“g—yes. yes, so much,” he exhales, voice shaking slightly as you pull him closer to you.
“wanna fuck?” you whisper, straddling yourself on his lap and relishing in the small, broken sound he makes when your glossed lips suckle at the junction of his neck.
“here? now?” his eyes bugger wide, hands squeezing your waist as your lips trail up, and up, and up, until you’re sliding your tongue in his mouth, bracketing your lips against his, swallowing his needy little moans.
he pants into your mouth as your hands pull at his hoodie and he shrugs it off wordlessly, cheeks flushed as your eyes trail down the milky expanse of his chest.
“pretty,” you murmur, and he whines, hands frozen at his sides when you slip your shorts off and toss them to the side.
“as much as i wanna feel your mouth on me,” you breathe, pupils blown, “i need to feel you in me. now. yeah?”
“y—yeah,” he shudders, hands fisting the couch beside him nervously as you tug his jeans and boxers down mid-thigh, his cock beading precum as it aches towards his stomach.
“i—ohmygod,” he slurs, whimper being pulled from his throat as you sink down on him in one shot. “please—”
“haven’t even done anything,” you say, hands locking onto his shoulders as you lift your hips slowly before dropping them back down, the motion making choso buck up desperately and moan into your neck.
“m not gonna last,” he whines pathetically, and you sneer, telling him to be good for you or you’ll stop.
you think it’s 30 seconds before he’s cumming, head falling back against the couch with a strangled sound.
he whimpers when you ask him which direction his bedroom’s in.
You had been making out with your boyfriend for the larger part of some bad horror movie.
Things had gotten heated and you found yourself laying on your back, a cushion shoved underneath your hips and a hungry looking Sukuna tugging your sweatpants down.
"Babe." He suddenly paused, your panties pulled to the side.
"What?" You pout, trying to sit up and see what his sudden hesitance was about.
"The fuck is this? Why is she bald?"
"Bald- Suku! Cmon, stop messing around." You groan, flopping back down, your hands tugging on his hair.
You could feel him use his free hand to trace his fingers below your tummy, fingers grazing over a few razor bumps, but mainly the freshly shaven pubic hair area.
Sukuna looked like a kicked puppy, a deep frown pulling at his lips. "Babe, i want it back. Why'd you shave? It looked so good..."
"What the hell are you talking about? I had my everything shower last night and i though i should shave fully for once, yknow. Feel a bit more put together."
His tongue licked across the smooth skin, making you jolt and lift your hips up higher.
"I liked the way it tickled my face while i was eating you out... grow it back." he pouted against your soft flesh.
"Stop complaining and do something already!"
A cheap shriek and jumpscare from the movie playing made you roll your eyes, nudging your hips up again, trying to show him where you wanted some attention.
"Fine, but i'm punishing you for getting rid of her hair."
Yoon's notes: HE WANTS UR COOCH HAIR BACK GODDAMNIT
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