The first time you try to make a baby with Nanami, he genuinely does try his best not to go absolutely feral on you. Of course, it doesnโt help that youโre provoking him, moaning the nastiest filth you can muster in his ears. Breed this tight pussy. Empty your balls inside me. Knock me the fuck up, daddy.
Heโs pumping his thick cock in and out of your sloppy cunt, mounting you with your knees towards your chest, body folded in half. Sweat drips from his nose, feverishly fucking you with the wildest expression youโve ever seen on him, determined to make you a mother. He pounds your fertile womb until itโs flooded with his seed, and thereโs not a single drop left in his body to give to you. And when youโre spent beyond belief, his cum gushing from your little slit, he scoops it with his fingers only to pump it back inside you, thumb caressing your swollen clit to give you yet another orgasm.ย
Itโs not enough to breed you. He needs you to enjoy it, becomeย addictedย to it. Have you begging to be filled to the brim every single time you fuck, even if youโre not ovulating. Because Nanamiย lovesย giving you his cream pies. Nothing makes him happier knowing youโre stuffed full of him.ย
I will not call myself or other people "gooners" or "npcs" or "larpers". i will not call things i dont like "slop". i will not use terms like "-oids". i dont like how common language is slowly becoming more focused on shorthand terms for hate and apathy
DONT GET ME WRONG, I love southern! onyankopon x reader fics, but like... that man is SOOOO GHANAIAN, YOU GUYSSS!! I want some African-ass scenarios. I'm talkin eatin some Jollof rice, Banku, Fufu, and Waakye w my man.
After a long week of overtime together, you finally get Nanami alone in the empty office. What starts as innocent flirting over paperwork turns into a raw, desperate claim on his deskโexactly the kind of release you've both been craving.
content: Explicit sexual content (smut), consensual, age gap (older Nanami, younger reader), workplace sex, desk sex, dirty talk, slight power dynamics, explicit language.
word count: 1,971
song: Good for You by Selena Gomez (ft. A$AP Rocky)
masterlist เญงโห playlist
The fluorescent lights of the Tokyo Jujutsu High administrative office hummed their low, monotonous drone. It was past 10 P.M. and the building had long since emptiedโeveryone else had gone home to their families, their warm dinners, their soft beds. But you and Nanami Kento remained, hunched over a mountain of mission reports that never seemed to shrink.
He sat across from you, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tie loosened, reading glasses perched on his nose.
You had seen him like this a hundred timesโexhausted, meticulous, quietly suffering through paperwork with the same grim patience he brought to exorcising curses.
But tonight, something was different.
Maybe it was the way his shirt pulled tight across his shoulders when he reached for another folder. Maybe it was the low grumble of his voice when he muttered a complaint about the accounting department. Or maybe it was the simple fact that you'd been watching him for monthsโwatching the way his fingers moved over forms, the way his brow furrowed, the way his jaw tightened when he was thinking too hard.
You wanted that jaw between your thighs.
โNanami-san,โ you said, setting down your pen.
He looked up, eyes tired but attentive. โWhat is it?โ
โI think we need a break.โ
He glanced at the half-finished stack. โWe still haveโโ
โI know.โ You stood, rounding the desk until you were standing beside his chair. โBut I think we need a different kind of break.โ
His gaze traveled up your bodyโthe blouse you had unbuttoned one too many buttons an hour ago, the skirt that rode higher when you sat cross-legged, the way your hair had fallen from its neat ponytail into messy waves.
He had been stealing glances all evening.
You knew it. He knew you knew it.
โAre you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?โ His voice dropped, rough and low, stripping away the professional veneer.
You placed your hand on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat through the thin fabric.
โI'm suggesting that I've been thinking about this every night for the past three months. I'm suggesting that I don't care about the paperwork. I'm suggesting that I want you to fuck me right here on this desk until I forget my own name.โ
His breath caught.
For a moment, he just stared at you, as if weighing consequences, professional boundaries, the risk of a scandal. Then his hand came up to grip your wrist, not pushing you away, but holding you there.
โYou're younger than me,โ he said, a token objection, a formality.
โI know.โ You leaned closer, close enough to smell the faint cologne on his skin, the coffee on his breath. โI don't care. Do you?โ
His answer came in the form of a growlโlow, guttural, possessive. He pulled you down onto his lap in one fluid motion, your legs straddling his thighs, your skirt riding up to your hips. His hands found your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise.
โYou have no idea how long I've wanted this,โ he murmured against your throat, lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. โEvery time you bent over to file something, every time you tucked your hair behind your ear, every time you called me โNanami-sanโ with that innocent look in your eyes...โ
โI'm not innocent,โ you whispered back, grinding down against the growing hardness beneath his trousers. โI've never been innocent.โ
He snapped.
His mouth crashed into yours, hungry and demanding, tongue sliding against yours as if he wanted to devour you whole. His hands roamedโup your spine, into your hair, down to grip your ass and pull you tighter against him. You moaned into the kiss, fingers tangling in his blond hair, yanking the tie free so it fell in disheveled waves around his face.
He broke the kiss to look at youโhair mussed, glasses knocked askew, lips swollen and glistening with your combined saliva.
He looked wrecked.
He looked perfect.
โStand up,โ he ordered, and you obeyed immediately.
He pushed back from the desk, stood, and in one swift motion swept the papers, folders, and pens onto the floor. They scattered across the tile in a shower of bureaucratic debris, and neither of you cared.
โBend over the desk.โ
Your heart raced as you turned, placing your palms flat on the cool wood surface, arching your back to present yourself to him.
The position left you exposed, vulnerable, completely at his mercy. You heard the metallic rasp of his belt buckle, the whisper of his zipper, and you bit your lip in anticipation.
โLook at you,โ he breathed, voice thick with desire. โDressed like a proper office worker, bending over my desk.โ
His hand slid up your thigh, under your skirt, fingers tracing the edge of your panties.
โWere you planning this? Did you wear these for me?โ
He hooked a finger into the fabric and pulled it aside, exposing your wetness to the cool air.
โMhm...โ you shivered.
โMaybe I did,โ you admitted. โMaybe I wanted you to know exactly what I was thinking about every time you dictated mission notes to me.โ
He groaned, and you felt his erection press against your bare thigh, hot and hard.
โYou're going to be the death of me.โ
โWould that be so bad?โ
He answered by slapping your assโsharp, stinging, sending a jolt of pleasure through your core. You gasped, fingers curling against the desk's edge.
โDon't test me,โ he warned, but there was no heat in it. Only hunger.
He lined himself up, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick folds, teasing, tormenting. You whimpered, pushing back against him, trying to force him inside. He held firm.
โNgh... Please...โ
โAsk me,โ he said. โAsk me nicely, darling.โ
โPlease, Nanami-san,โ you breathed, hating how needy you sounded, loving it at the same time. โPlease, I need you inside me. I've needed it for months.โ
He thrust forward.
โFuckโahh!โ
You cried out as he filled you completely, his thickness stretching you in that perfect way, hitting depths that made your vision blur. He paused, giving you a moment to adjust, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks.
โPlease... Move, please...โ
โFuck...โ he grunted, voice strained. โYou're so tight. So wet. Did you get this wet just from me talking to you?โ
โYes...โ you gasped. โEvery time... Every time you spoke, I imagined your voice in my ear while you fucked me.โ
He started moving, slow at first, long strokes that dragged against every sensitive nerve. His fingers dug into your flesh, guiding your rhythm, controlling your pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the empty office, punctuated by your moans and his heavy breathing.
โAhmโfaster... Ngh...โ
โLook at us,โ he said, leaning over your body, chest pressing against your back. โIn the office. On the desk where we filed mission reports. Where you sat across from me pretending to take notes when really you were thinking about this.โ
โAhh... Shit, Kento...โ
His hand came around to cup your breast through your blouse, pinching your nipple through the fabric. You arched into his touch, moaning louder.
โI wasn't... subtleโmhm... Was I?โ
โNo,โ he agreed, biting your earlobe. โBut neither was I. I spent entire meetings imagining bending you over this desk. You have no idea how many times I have to adjust myself in my pants.โ
โOhhโplease...โ
The confession sent a thrill through you. You rocked back against him, meeting his thrusts, taking him deeper. His rhythm quickened, losing its finesse, becoming more desperate.
โDamn... Touch yourself, baby,โ he commanded. โI want to feel you cum around my cock.โ
You didn't hesitate.
Your hand slid down, fingers finding your clitโalready swollen, already aching. You circled it in time with his thrusts, building the pressure, feeling the heat coil tighter and tighter in your belly.
โFuck... So goodโahh...โ
โThat's it...โ he growled. โThat's my good girl. Cum for me. Let me feel you.โ
His words pushed you over the edge. You shattered, crying out his name, thighs trembling, walls clenching around him in waves of ecstasy. He kept thrusting through it, riding your orgasm, prolonging it until you were gasping and weak-kneed.
โMhmph! Fuckโโ
But he wasn't done.
He pulled out, turned you around, and lifted you onto the desk. Papers crinkled beneath you, forgotten. He spread your legs wide, settling between them, his cock slick with your arousal.
โI'm not finished with you yet,โ he said, and there was something feral in his eyes. โI've been patient for three months. I deserve a proper reward.โ
He entered you again, this time facing you, and the angle was differentโdeeper, fuller, letting him hit spots that made you see stars. He leaned over you, one hand braced on the desk beside your head, the other tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat.
โOhh... Shit... Shitโโ
โYou're so beautiful like this...โ he murmured, lips trailing down your neck, teeth scraping over your collarbone. โSpread open for me, honey. Taking everything I give you.โ
His thrusts grew harder, faster, the desk creaking beneath you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, heels digging into the small of his back. You were both sweating, breath mingling, bodies sliding together in a rhythm that felt ancient and inevitable.
โKento... Yesโahh...โ
โI'm close...โ he warned, voice ragged. โWhere do you want it?โ
โInside...โ you begged. โPlease, Nanami-san... Fill me up...
His control snapped.
He drove into you one final time, buried deep, and you felt him releaseโhot, thick, pulsing inside you. The sensation triggered your own climax, a second wave that crashed over you as you clung to him, nails raking down his back, moaning into his shoulder.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just breathing. Just existing in the aftermath, tangled together on a desk covered in scattered paperwork, bathed in harsh fluorescent light.
Finally, he pulled back, looking down at you with an expression that was equal parts awe and satisfaction. His thumb traced your bottom lip, smearing the lipstick that had long since faded.
โYou're dangerous,โ he said.
You smiled, lazy and satisfied. โYou have no idea.โ
He helped you sit up, then disappeared into the break room, returning with a damp paper towel. He cleaned you gentlyโbetween your thighs, the messy evidence of his release, the places where his grip had been too tight. Then he helped you fix your skirt, button your blouse as much as it would go, tame your wild hair.
โI'll take you home,โ he said, pulling his own clothes back into order. โSo you could get some rest.โ
โAnd the paperwork?โ
He looked at the scattered files, the mess of papers on the floor. A small smile tugged at his lipsโrare, genuine.
โThe paperwork can wait until tomorrow. But you...โ He cupped your face, kissing you softly. โYou come first.โ
You leaned into him, savoring the warmth, the tenderness after the storm. โDoes this mean we're doing this again?โ
โI certainly hope so. I have a lot of paperwork to get through. It would be a shame to do it all alone.โ
You laughed, light and free, and grabbed your bag. As you walked out of the office together, his hand found the small of your backโproprietary, possessive, protective.
And you knew, without a doubt, that this was only the beginning.
โYou know, Nanami-san... for a man who claims to value efficiency and schedules above all else, you seem remarkably satisfied with how much time we just wasted.โ
He paused, his hand hovering over the elevator button. He turned his head slightly, meeting your gaze with an expression that was uncharacteristically soft, though his voice remained that deep, melodic baritone.
โWell,โ he murmured, his eyes trailing over your flushed face and swollen lips, โit looks good for you.โ
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tw: age gap (reader is early 20s, toji is early 40s)
mdni! ๐
โsuch a good girl, baby. fuck..โ toji murmured, his hands on your hips as you straddled his waist. โway too good for an old man like meโฆโ
youโre currently naked in your boyfriends lap, your arms loosely wrapped around his neck as you took his length inside of you.
heโs so big, pulsing and making your walls burn in the best way possible. youโre whining, clenching tight around his dick as you slide up and sink back down.
heโs leaning back against the headboard, looking up at you with half lidded, lazy eyes.
youโre so close to him that you can see the grey hair in his stubble that he tries so hard to keep out of your sight. he doesnโt want you to see him aging like this while you stay young and lively and fun.
youโre growing more and more exhausted, but his big, calloused hands on your hips are helping to guide you up and down.
โmnghโฆ t-toji.. mโtired.โ you whine, your movements slowing. you both were on the cusp of your orgasms, but your thighs were aching and burning, and every time he pushed in fully, it practically knocked the wind out of you.
โi know, sweetheart.โ he whispered lowly, his voice rough. one of his hands snaked up your spine, cradling the back of your head and pulling you down into a deep kiss. โkeep going fโme. i know you can.โ he whispered against your lips.
his hand that had been on your hip moved down to your ass, smacking it gently before squeezing at the soft flesh.
you yelped from the mixture of pain and pleasure, the feeling giving you enough energy to move your hips again with his guidance.
โtoo muchโฆโ you whine, but you continue to move at a steady pace, your head dropping to rest in his neck. the stubble on his jaw scratched against your temple as you moved.
โjust like that baby.. youโre doing so good. just a little more.โ he muttered, his voice becoming rougher as his orgasm grew closer.
you felt a warmth tingling in your lower stomach, making your toes curl. toji could practically sense that, his fingers moving down to slowly, yet firmly, play with your clit, making you jolt.
โmโgonna cum.. mmf- toji, k-keep doing thatโฆโ you whimpered, rocking your hips faster, pulling suppressed groans from his lips.
โcum for me, baby. you worked so hard my sweet girl.โ his free hand gently held the back of your head, still buried in his neck.
his words tipped you over, and you came with a loud cry, squeezing impossibly tight around him.
he followed right after you (always making sure you finish first, of course), his sticky release filling you up.
the two of you just sat there for a few minutes, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your bare back, whispering to you about how good you were while you hid your face in his neck.
even though your boyfriend was getting older, and his stamina might not be what it used to be, all he could do was hope that you wouldnโt grow tired of him.
he knows someone like you, young, sweet, and gorgeous, could have anyone youโd like. he didnโt deserve you, and sometimes he questioned why you even loved him.
but moments like this, when he was holding you and making you feel good, toji fushiguro, a man who never felt deserving of anything, really felt like he could just be with someone for once.
||a/n: this got kinda sad at the end soz lol
anyway iโm replaying silent hill 2 rn and i just luv james so much poor baby
His deep voice thrummed a taunt through you. Vibrating from the delicious stretch he wedged deep in your pussy. Pulsing into your nerves. Trembling your bones.
You always knew you wouldn't find another man like your ex. No one could pin you down like this. Flat on your tummy with your face buried into the pillow. No one knew how much you loved your arms trapped behind your back.
No one could make your pussy whine and cry like he did.
You listened to his unimpressed scoff. Shivered under the coarse drag of his kisses down your neck and between your shoulderblades.
"Telling me this pussy forgot all about me in only a year? Of have you just been fucking lousy men?"
Spank! His rough hand was sure to leave a welt on your ass. You hiccuped, tucking your face into the soft pillowcasing and muffling his name.
"Just. . . fuck. Give me a momentโ assholeโ" you grit, breathing hard as you tried to adjust to his size. "Never listen. This is exactly why I. . . ah."
Your eyes threatened to roll back into your skull as the gruff texture of his finger pad circled your puffy clit. Urging your traitorous hips to chase after his hand. Greedily bucking back and subsequently taking more of him.
The air choked out of you. Thighs tensing and trembling. The burn was sharp, sweet, too much.
"Hate you," you whimpered.
"Yeah? That why your pussy chasing after me?"
You swore Sukuna's laugh shook the bedframe.
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the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Eryka Caldwell is a back trans woman who was murdered by her partner in her apartment last Sunday, and the story is getting a fraction of the attention that the murder of Juniper Blessing did. The police had already been called several times about her partners violence before her murder and did nothing, and she deserves the same outrage and mourning as Juniper got, and every one of our murdered trans siblings deserves. Trans women of color are more likely to be the victims of murder than any other group of queer people, and they need our solidarity, protection and support.
Caldwellโs boyfriend, 38-year-old Jonathan Fernandez, has been charged with murder.
