okay yes. girl dad touya 100%. always. but what if the lil girl isn't his.
when you first start talking, you ask if he's single, married, if he's got any kids. just scoping him out. and he's like, "ew no. don't want any little bastards." LIKE OUCH. so that has you backing off a little, because you're very serious about bringing someone in her life and the last thing you're gonna do is pull in a guy that doesn't want to be there !! no matter how stupid handsome he is.
but dabi is more perceptive than anyone gives him credit for and i think he figures it out pretty quick. and he lets you go, too, for a little while, because he really doesn't like kids. grew up with three younger siblings and couldn't wait to get the fuck out of his parents house, probably left early at like sixteen or something. and he's really not looking to walk back into that kind of shitty family situation.
somehow you end up back in each other's life. and it's got him like fuck. because he wants — something with you, he knows that much. you're not like him, at all; don't come around the bar he works at too often, not littered with tattoos up to your neck like he is, probably never been to jail, either — and you have yet to hold that against him. you're in a whole different tax bracket than he is, because you've got yourself a nice job to provide for your kid, and you still treat him like a person. still smile back at him, hug him when he gets a little shy about your kindness, even brought him flowers once, one night, after he'd make a joke about never getting anything on valentine's day.
so he says fuck it. it's your kid, right ? so how bad could she be, really ?
and he just adores her. not too little — seven this year, she tells him — and she's so funny, for a kid. not afraid of him in the slightest, a little wild, likes to sing, could probably even makes friends with his shit-eating dad. it takes a long time for him to finally meet her, because you're being careful, but he does and you're both surprised by how much he takes to her. has him thinking back on his childhood a little differently; at the time, walking home with fuyumi and baby-sitting on the weekends and having to take natsu with him everywhere and picking up shouto from school every damn day — it seemed like the worst thing back then. but now —
seems silly, to be so hot about.
he lets your daughter call him dabi, because she's so sing-song when she says it, when she calls it to him from across the fucking grocery store. she brings out some weird, repressed kid in him, one that likes to play pretend and get into little mischief, like eating sweets too close to bedtime and finding little ways to prank you when you aren't looking.
it's meant to be so casual when he tells his mom and sister, just a, "yeah, this chick i'm seein' has a kid or whatever," but they ask one question and it turns into story after story after story. takes him a long time to realize he's just going on and on and on about her, that they're just sitting there smiling at him. even makes them tear up a bit, much to his horror, but they're just happy for him, that's all.
Hello Alex! Hope you had a great week-end ! I was about to sleep can't sleep when this random question/thought hit my mind and it's kinda hilarious lol, like what if you and bakugo were out in public or you were having someone at home or with your kids idk and you suddenly were in the mood, what do you think your secret sex code would be? I was trying to come up with some codes and now i can't stop laughing!
Hi!! Sorry I saw this ask last night at like 3am and promptly passed out LMFAO. I hope you were able to sleep and also had a great weekend too!!
I've actually never thought about secret codes for things, but this idea is funny to imagine with Bakugou LMAO.
I imagine it sort of evolves over the years, at first you had attempted to give him 'the look', didn't really work because he thought you were just looking at him strangely from across the table at the hero convention. He just frowns, mouths a "what?" and you just have to shake your head at him to shoot him a text saying you wanna leave & y'know go fuck—totally makes him blush across the table, does the thing where he covers the lower half of his face with a hand whilst glaring at you from across the table for turning him on so easily.
That's when it starts to evolve into secret codes, if you can't explicitly tell him how you're feeling then I imagine codes come in the form of touches, squeezes and just body language in general. You squeeze his hand three times as one of those secret codes, leaning into his side when you're both at some formal event and kissing his jaw when he leans down to whisper if you're okay in your ear. He knows exactly what that means.
And when you're both a little older, got young children and they're at that age where they're becoming a little too observant so Bakugou can no longer bite your neck without your kids freaking out about 'Daddy's attacking mummy!!' - they proceed to try and yank him off of you and thus meaning no sex anytime soon.
That's when the code words start to come in, I'm not sure what they could be. Maybe something so mundane and "adult" that the kids will show no interest in it.
Bakugou's leaning against the kitchen counter, elbows forward and bent at the hip and you can tell he's just finished in the shower from the droop in his hair and the dampness to his bare chest and arms—a habit of being shirtless that you're thankful he never grew out of as you both got older. You can't help but oogle at him whenever you get the chance, it instantly sends a pang of heated lust straight to your stomach and since both of the kids are busy watching TV in the living room just behind you, you realise it's the perfect chance to finally have a moment with your husband.
"Hey, I need help with the taxes." and Bakugou's head snaps up at that, it was a stupid code but it worked well (he has helped you with actual taxes in the past and it most definitely did lead to you being more handsy with him because he's just so smart & god it's attractive).
His eyes instantly drift to his two devil spawn of kids before they're back on you, that cloudy look in his eyes that tells you he's already fucking you in his mind before he stands up at full height, smirking when you start to backstep a little to sneak off up to the stairs. "Of course baby, anythin' you want."
OR another situation being when Bakugou is out with Kirishima or something, maybe they're just finishing patrol and Bakugou is taking his hero costume off in the lockerrooms when he gets a text from you. He's instantly heating up, ears on fire when he turns to look at Kirishima who was trying to convince him (and you) to come out for some drinks after work.
"Can't, gettin' coffee with Y/N after." Bakugou hopes it works. But Kirishima is giving him the most suspicious look.
"Coffee? You don't even like coff—Oh, you two think you're slick, huh?" Kirishima smirks whilst Bakugou is just blushing furiously, shoving his hero costume into his gym bag before turning on his heel to stomp out of the room before Kirishima can comment anymore. Kirishima 100% is telling Kaminari later that night in the bar about both of your secret sex codes.
─── ⠀ * summary : fatherhood seemed to have changed pro hero bakugo. you wonder what he's up to when you find him lurking around the house in the middle of the night.
back to the 31 days of christmas masterlist.
“What are you doing?”
Bakugo freezes where you've caught him in the kitchen of your shared home, your eyes still thick with sleep and struggling to make out what he was up to under the dim lighting. You had been woken by shuffling and after finding Bakugo's side of the bed empty your mind was immediately on red alert.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Bakugo grunts, trying to keep his voice down in fear of waking your daughter. Though she had finally grown out of her waking-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night phase you two remained cautious because was she was up there was no way the two of you were getting her back to bed.
Confused by his words you flick the kitchen lights on, blinking at the scene in front of you as your eyes adjust. On a plate a few cookies are stacked, several large bites taken out of each one and a half empty glass of milk is set to the side. You raise one of your brows, gaze bouncing between Bakugo's bashful expression and the setup before you. It's very obvious that he was trying to stage the kitchen as if Santa had raided it.
"Santa, huh?" you muse, trying to stiffle your chuckle when Bakugo's brows knit together in a small scowl, ignoring you, trying to balance the cookies on top of each other. "You're really going the extra mile for her."
The blond man huffs, grumbling softly, "It's Christmas and Christmas means Santa. Someone's gotta keep her convinced that he exists."
The smile tugging at your lips only grows wider. "So the massive boot prints in the snow at the door is your doing too?"
Despite the dim light you can't miss the rosy tint growing on Bakugo's cheeks. It warms your heart knowing that your husband was willing to go the extra twenty smiles if it meant your daughter would have a perfect Christmas. You can't find it in you to tease him any longer, merely planting a wet and messy kiss to his cheek - one which he groans at - before waving you off.
"I'll come back to bed soon," he promises. "I just have a few more things I need to finish up."
The next morning comes far too early for Bakugo. He had been up preparing more surprises for your daughter to find, 'evidence' that Santa had made a stop at your house during the night.
He hears the quiet pitter patter of tiny feet entering the bedroom, the bed dipping slightly under your daughter's weight, the shuffle of the bedsheets as she wiggles closer to you two. Her arms raise the heart shaped pillow up into the air, ready to give Bakugo a smack to wake him up - her newest little party trick - before he catches it with ease, cracking his eyes open to peer at her.
"What do you think you're doing, huh?" Bakugo mutters, his voice still thick with sleep, a low rumble in his chest. To those who didn't know him they would easily think he's annoyed to be woken up so early but the smile tugging at his lips at the sight of his daughter, still decked in her Hello Kitty Pajamas, makes him smile. "Think you can sneak up on me?"
She grins from ear to ear, her eyes glittering. She's quick to shake her head 'no' before she tugs at the sheets, trying to rouse you from your sleep in the process. "Santa came!" she exclaims, eager to get Bakugo out of bed so she could show him. Her small hands grasp at his shirt, tugging at his arms, trying with all her might to pull her dad up. "C'mon! C'mon! Come look! Santa ate all my cookies!"
Bakugo blows a raspberry before letting out an incredulous, dramatic groan, allowing her to pull him out of bed. "No way," he says, slipping his feet into some slippers, a fuzzy pair Deku had bought him a few Christmases ago. "There's no way he fit down our chimney."
"But it's true!" she shoots back, bouncing up and down on her toes, as if her dad wasn't moving fast enough for her liking. "C'mon! Move your butt! And wake mama too!"
Bakugo chuckles softly before scooping her up in his arms, shaking his head. "Let your mama sleep in today, yeah?" His voice drops to a low murmur, sporting a mischievous smile. "Then we have the cookies all to ourselves."
Gleeful giggles echo down the hallway as your husband and your daughter start their Christmas morning, a small smile tugging at your lips when you hear, 'Leave a cookie for Uncle Deku!'
↳ no sophisticated way to say… mirror sex. each to their own, and how they like to hit it in front of a mirror. (not really most to least, but they all wouldn’t miss the chance to)
tw/cw: unedited — legit wrote this without looking through it because i was so tired…. but smut. explicit language. unprotected, penetrative sex. degradative naoya’s. sukuna has four arms and two cocks. double penetration with sukuna. toji calls himself daddy and puts his cum coated finger into your mouth. nipple pinching. teasing. blow job. gojo briefly blindfolds. you. fingering. cervix kissing but not really. naoya is tied up. reader called princess, angel, baby, babe, bitch (in naoya’s), love, pretty, good girl. creampie. naoya gets fucked lmao.
✉ : hello !! first, ty nonnie for sending this. omg i contemplated so hard between geto and naoya, but i decided to just add them both in… so six guys yay!! i had so much fun writing this silly piece (˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶) but i hope you all can enjoy !!
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
Legs embracing his waist, ass flexed with each pulsing of his length into your caverns, the gush of your fluttering walls hypnotizing his conscious causing him to act beyond his normal reserve — unhinged and feral, his simple carnal lust that motivated his every move.
Blindfolded, your senses blared louder than normal — his touch, his kisses, his thrusts, his movements, his breathing, and his words sirened loud in your ears — every connection of your body with his felt like a burning flame across your skin.
“I want to s-see you,” you croaked out, the tremble of your lips easily mistaken for fear, but Gojo knew otherwise.
“Thought you liked being folded like this?” He choked out, tongue swiping against your collar bones, sweat dripping down his temple as he made his way up to your lips, hips thrusting harshly causing your breasts to move in its repetitive motion as he breathed out through his nose, groaning into your mouth with his cock deeply pressed inside of you, “but whatever you want baby,” he murmured.
“Shit because no matter,” grunting as he lifted you up, switching positions to have you kneeled in front of him, being careful to not disconnect with you, “how many fucking times,” his length shoved suddenly deeper, the lower portion of his abdomen hitting the plush of your ass, “you still manage to be so damn tight,” he growled into your ear, his hot breath steaming your face as his lips loosely bit your lobes, “I dont care what position, I’ll still fuck you good.”
— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, all characters are aged up, fem! reader, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, slight size kink, riding, creampie, overstimulation
— notes ⋮ this was originally just a gojo thirst but i lost motivation to write what i had planned and i just decided to make this into hcs so that is why his is a bit longer sobsob
𖧷 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
gojo watches with a grin on his face as you try to take all of him in, hands behind his head while you struggle to fit his thick girth all the way. he smirks at the way tears prick at your lashes and your lips wobble as they curl into a soft pout, looking at him with pleading eyes.
“what’s wrong, sweetheart? can’t fit it all? thought you said you wanted to do it yourself,” he grins wickedly, chuckling as you huff and send him a glare. you’re stubborn—always have been, and it makes it all the more exciting to wreck you.
and gojo is going to utterly wreck you, he thinks.
“c-can’t—’s too big. won’t fit,” you sniffle, “toru, do something,” you huff.
“aw, can’t even take my cock without my help, can you?” he all but sings, “i gotta do everything for you, sweetheart. just too damn spoiled, huh?” with that, he licks his lips and angles his hips upward in a swift motion that has him burying to the hilt and making you fall against his chest as your face digs into his neck with a sob. the fat head of his cock hits deep against the sensitive spot of your slick cunt, making tears slip down your cheeks as he slams against it over and over again with every roll of his hips.
“fuck—toru,” you squeal, “more, wan’ more,” you sniffle, clutching onto his shirt. he lets out a breathy laugh, grunting as your tight walls clench down on him, your arousal glistening over his reddened cock as his hips roll into yours and his hands find your waist to pull you down and bounce you on his length. with a particularly sharp thrust, you mewl as his tip slams into your spot again, making him choke at the way you clench around him.
“that’s it, baby. take me so well, don’t you? fucked this pussy so many times, i fit right in,” he pants, “‘s my pussy, right? all mine.”
𖧷 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎
geto pauses for a moment before he lets a wide grin tug on his lips, his hips rolling in the same angle over and over as he watches you intently. he chuckles quietly as your tits bounce with each thrust, head tossing back and eyes squeezing shut as one gasp is cut off by the next as the velvety tip of his cock hits against your sweet spot.
“looks like i found it, huh baby? like when i fuck you there? bet that feels good,” he says sweetly, slamming his hips again at a sharp angle, grinning when you squeal his name and let out a soft sob.
“‘s too much, suguru, slow d-dow—o-oh!” you cut yourself off with a moan when his thumb rolls over your clit—and it’s almost cruel, really. the way his thick cock drags along your gummy walls, the way his thumb rubs over your sensitive clit so harshly, the way his mouth sucks on your neck and nips at your skin. it’s too much, it makes your head spin and your eyes roll back as your thighs quiver.
“your mouth says one thing, but your pussy’s saying another,” he hums, “you’re sucking me in all on your own, baby. you want more, don’t you? i’ll give you more, don’t worry,” he grins, “gonna fuck you like you deserve,” he kisses the tears from your cheeks before rolling his hips, hitting the same spot deep inside you over and over again, watching you get lost on his cock with a proud smirk.
𖧷 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈
toji is more than a little pleased at the way your hands grip the edge of the counter, pulling your hips back against him as he slams into you from behind. he chuckles at the way your legs are quivering, knees seconds from giving out as he bullies his fat cock into your sloppy cunt. he’s painfully hard, throbbing in your slick heat, the purpled tip of his cock nudging past your folds and stretching you open with every snap of his hips.
“doll, you’re dripping,” he rasps, the scarred side of his lips tugging into a lopsided smirk, “gonna leave a mess all over the floors at this rate,” he chuckles as you whine in embarrassment.
“o-oh—god, toji,” you whimper, back arching to give him better access, making him slam against the spot that makes you dizzy as you grip the counter tighter, “please, please, please,” you chant.
“please what, doll? gotta use your big girl words,” he purrs, “too busy gushin’ all over my cock, ya can’t even speak properly.” he ruts his hips deeper into you, balls clapping against your ass and veins dragging along your tight, warm walls and granting your more friction. he grunts as you clench down on him with another roll of his hips, feeling as you get closer and closer with the way your pussy sucks him in as he sinks deeper into you with each thrust. “that’s it, princess,” he grunts, “takin’ me so well, aren’t ya? such a greedy little pussy, ya got there.”
𖧷 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈
“that feel good, love?” nanami murmurs against your jaw, pressing a soft kiss into the skin as his lips travel along your neck, sucking over your pulse. he hikes a leg over his shoulder, granting himself better access to slam deeper into your walls, your arousal and his pre cum coating the inside of your thighs in a sticky mess.
“yes, yes—like that, kento,” you gasp, “don’t stop,” you plead, bucking your hips upwards and meeting him halfway. nanami hums, slowly rolling his hips to drag his pulsing member along your walls, groaning when you hug around his aching length tightly. he watches his cock slip in and out of you, looking down to see the slight glisten of his reddened girth from the arousal dripping from your heat. you whine as he pushes past your folds and curves into you perfectly, tip kissing you just where you need him with ease. “kento,” you whimper.
“i know, love,” he murmurs, “i know. sh-shit—’m close too,” he rasps before biting your lower lip gently and pressing his lips to yours, drinking in every muffled squeal as he angles himself to bury his tip against the sensitive, velvety spot of your walls. “let go for me, yeah? fuck—need to feel you cum for me,” he moans, forehead pressing against yours as he lets out breathy pants against your skin.
𖧷 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀
“god—you’re so tight,” yuta gasps, whining into your neck as you tug at his hair. his hips are rolling into you desperately, chasing the friction the warm walls of your dripping cunt offers him, squeezing him in until it’s almost hard to move. “‘m so close—g-gonna cum. cum with me, please,” he pants, “gotta feel you.”
“yuta, ‘m close—so close,” you sob, “gonna cum too—fuck, feels good.”
“love you,” he whines, “g-god, i love you so much. feel this? ‘s all for you,” he stutters, “gonna cum for you.” he’s thrusting into you sloppily by now, hips losing their rhythm as he ruts into you as best he can, hitting you deep against your sweet spot. it makes you gasp, makes your walls flutter around him until he’s moaning helplessly at the way you squeeze around him.
“right there, yuta—p-please,” you whimper, and he drills his thick cock into your wet cunt over and over again, chasing the sweet friction of your pussy and the way you clamp down on him as he finds your spot repeatedly.
“more, more, more,” he pants, ragged and drunk on pleasure, “need more—gonna give you more.” with one more thrust, you break, walls spasming around him as you wail his name through your release, spurring his own orgasm as thick, hot ropes of cum spill into your walls and fill you up. “so good, ‘s so good—not enough,” he whimpers, still nudging his reddened tip deep into you, even as you both hiss from the overstimulation. “one more, jus’ one more, please.”
★ a/n: another blurb until i finally finish the geto fic i’m writing. this is like totally self indulgent but i’m sharing anyway hehe. as always, ur likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. enjoy.
“can you tell me a secret?” you ask, your hand smoothing back and forth across his chest as you lay alongside him.
the night is thick and you can’t see anything around you, but you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. you know it’s definitely ridiculous just how much you bug him, knowing that he’s an old man with a rotting conscience, but you can’t help it. especially when he gives you a look that says: “i’m too fucking old for this.” it’s your favorite past-time now and you don’t feel guilty about it. not even a little bit.
“secret?” he groans, nudging his chin against the top of your head. “what kinda secret?”
“any kind, toji, i don’t care.”
“i don’t have any secrets, y/n,” he states. “unless we’re talkin’ about you.”
you laugh, slapping his torso. “don’t humor me, toji. you’re an open book when it comes to me.”
“you’re actually a pain in my fuckin’ ass.”
“yeah well,” you smile, patting him. “you should’ve killed me when you had the chance. now you’re stuck with an uppity bitch that fixes you oatmeal for breakfast. cinnamon oatmeal.”
he makes a gruff sound. “dear god, don’t remind me of that shit again. you tried to poison me.”
“i sure did. and now you’re stuck with me.”
“i have regrets,” he sighs a minute later but his arms squeeze you closer to him, nevertheless. “seriously. i got no secrets, baby. just regrets and mistakes.”
“and i’m one of them?” you joke, even though your heart clenches.
he presses a fleeting kiss to your forehead before he’s tilting your chin up towards him. he can’t see you but he doesn’t need to to know that your eyes are still looking up at him like they always are.
“never,” he whispers, lips hovering above yours. “you could never be one of ‘em.”
TOO MUCH!!! youre charged of being able to swoon me with ur toji fluff, you are under arrest !!! but fr, this is such a fresh breath of air since im so sick of reviewing my notes for the past few hours for an upcoming exam 😩😩
cw: angst to fluff, the girls are fighting, reader is referred to as “m’lady” in a joking manner
The sudden clearing of your throat almost startles him, almost.
You stand in the doorway of the living room, leaning against the wooden frame with your arms defensively crossed at your chest. You look tired, and Satoru knows that it’s because of him.
He watches your weary and unimpressed eyes move between him and the sofa.
“Like the setup?” His voice wavers, almost as if he’s trying to make you laugh while simultaneously attempting to keep his voice at a moderate level.
As he speaks, he gestures to the makeshift bed he’s created on the couch. His pillow is propped up against the armrest of the sectional, the blanket that usually decorates your ottoman carelessly thrown over the place where his body plans to lay for the night.
Your face remains deadpan aside from the slightest raise of your eyebrows as you dryly nod, “Nice.”
ღ warnings — f. reader, creampies / unprotected sex, aged!up characters, hidden feelings, just them falling in love w u sob, car sex in nanami’s.
ღ note — obey me version. i’m back with another one of these cause it’s always gonna be my fave trope of all time ! ! ! also got a lil carried away with satoru’s *sniffle* sorry ><
・✶ ｡ﾟ GOJO SATORU
gojo was almost too good at hiding his growing feelings for you, like he didn’t have your post notifications on on every social media platform you owned and like sight of a new picture of you didn’t make his cock twitch and thicken behind his uniform slacks. hiding his need for you behind teasing and always convincing you that staying a little bit longer wouldn’t do much harm.
satoru snaps his hips up into you with a bit more ferocity as he sinks his cock into your soaked cunt from where you’re straddling him, grinning when he’s elicited shaky moans and needy whimpers from your pouty, swollen lips. there’s a teasing smirk curling on his own when he feels your walls twitch around his cock, crystalline eyes almost rolling back at the ethereal sight of you above him. he didn’t expect to have feelings form in the place of pure lustful sex, but you were so good for him—all starry eyed and sweet and he should’ve known when he got that first, sweet taste of you he’d never be able to satisfy his craving. “gonna cum.. i, fuck.” you choke, voice heavenly when his name rolls off your tongue and he grins almost mockingly at how adorable you look lost in the pleasure only he can give you. “yeah? go ahead. fuck, don’t let me stop you, pretty girl.” satoru drawls and he watches your eyes squeeze shut before you’re creaming around his cock, his fingers tightening around your jaw to pull you in for a sloppy, wet, moaning kiss. there’s a rush of bliss through his nerves, in his whole being everytime he kisses you—he’ll never get enough, licking and grunting into your mouth, filling you up with his load while you moan and breathe your sighs across his lips in a tone he still finds himself dreaming about when you leave. so even when he’s still coming down from his orgasm, still lost in a half hormone-drunken haze he doesn’t hesitate to suddenly flip you underneath him and kiss all over your face, heated presses of his lips against your skin as you whimper at the over stimulation and grab at his toned shoulders. “oh? what’s the rush? i don’t think i want you to leave just yet, sweetheart.” satoru hums lowly and you give him a dreamy look through wet lashes when his softening cock twitches awake inside of your tight walls once more. “i’ll take good care of you, pretty girl.”
・✶ ｡ﾟ GETO SUGURU
it wasn’t supposed to happen at first — you’d both always been close but not like this. it had just happened after a long night together and ultimately you both enjoyed it too much to stop, but now it had gotten to the point where he didn’t want to lose you as a friend despite the way his heart yearned for more.
“g-god, pretty girl. feels so good, fucking—shit.” geto grunts, scratchy and breathless and it only takes a few more thrusts from the dark haired sorcerer before he’s following you off the cliff of his release, the hot rush of bliss taking over him. his cock flexes as he spills his loads inside of you with a surprised grunt, his body trembling above your own and it’s almost instinctive the way he hugs you closer, keeping you pressed tight against his chest while he smears messy kisses along your cheeks, riding out his orgasm through shallow thrusts as you both bask in the aftermath of your tingling pleasure. suguru shoots you a grin when he finally rolls off of you, keeping his arm trapped underneath you as his lips curl into a drowsy grin, and he’s hoping you can’t hear the racing of his heart when you wiggle closer to him, and he can’t help but kiss you once on the lips—hoping you’ll blame it on the post orgasm bliss, even though to him it’ll always be more than that. “you staying? s’posed to be stormy so saves you going home.” suguru asks, hoping his hopeful tone is masked behind his breathlessness even though his arm encourages you to curl up closer to him—and he hopes it’ll convince you to never leave. but for tonight—you do stay, so when an hours past and you’re breathing deep, asleep against his chest, suguru doesn’t need to hide the lovesick haze that’s fallen over him this time as his fingers trace his initials into your skin, whispering three quiet words against your temple before he’s curling up beside you, because for now, he’ll let himself love like this a little longer.
・✶ ｡ﾟ ITADORI YUUJI
itadori didn’t really understand what the arrangement was, in his mind you were dating — so you can imagine the confused and particularly hurt expression on his face when he has to listen to you introduce him as a friend, but watching other hungry gazes on you makes something particularly carnal burn in his stomach.
it’s almost desperate the way yuuji’s hands are grabbing at your hips, keeping you pressed tightly to the couch after you both finally arrive home from dinner with your friends. you’d never seen him like this, so needy and rough, his gaze heavy when he blinks down at you before focusing on the way your pretty tire juggle everytime he sinks his heavy cock back into your soaked cunt. “s-slow down, yuu—so much.” you whimper through pouty lips but even with his dazed mind he knows you don’t want him to stop. your mind is cloudy with how well he’s fucking you, losing yourself in the feeling of his huge body looming over your own as he moans ragged grunts of your name, smearing a mixture of his drool and kisses along the dip of your shoulder when he leans over you. “feel s-so good, baby, fuck! love this pussy, l-love it so much—‘ts mine, right? all mine—ughhh.” yuuji grunts, words half coherent when your walls are twitching so needily around him and your pussy is squelching with every unforgivable push of his hips, so you don’t reply immediately—too lost in the pleasure only he can give you, but this only makes him go harder. he curses roughly as he fucks into you eagerly, his hands almost curled into fists at your hips while his groans echo somewhere deep in his chest, and you feel like your body is almost crumbling with each crushing thrust into you as he hugs you closer—ruthlessly slamming his hips into your own. “p-please, baby. tell me ‘ts mine—fuck, gonna cum. please, please, ‘m yours so say it.” he almost pleads despite his ragged tone, but you hear him this time as your nails leave scratches of red along his biceps, his heavy cock kissing every part of you when you finally answer back. “fuck, y-yes i’m yours yuu!”
・✶ ｡ﾟ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
he couldn’t help himself when it came to you, he had been particularly inexperienced at first but when you’d walked into his life he’d given you all of him, more than he’d ever given somebody else so maybe that’s why he couldn’t help the feelings that came a lot with it — still finding himself getting lost in you almost too easily.
it’s almost too much for him, you are, everytime he’s got you lying beneath him—blinking up at him through doe eyes and pouty lips and megumi feels like he could finish right there and then. “p-please, ‘gumi.” you whisper, eyes cloudy with want as you gaze up at him, your fingers smoothing through the raven strands of his hair before his hips roll into yours languidly, and megumi feels his heart race when you breathe his name—your walls squeezes around the sensitive head of his cock delightfully when he pushes up against the sweet spot inside of you. “you..” he grunts, jaw clenching when he fucks into you again before he restarts despite the way he feels lightheaded. “you feel so good, everytime.” he blinks slowly, trying to hold back the needy whimpers and whines that are dying on his tongue, as the grip he has on your waist tightens when he continues to sink his cock into your doughy cunt. “o-oh, fuck.” megumi breathes again, grunting and clenching his teeth and his pace stutters when you hiccup his name, tight walls clenching around him once more and he repositions his knees this time before he sets a new pace. “do you lov.. fuck—like, this?” he says, words barely coherent and he knows he means to ask do you like him, but he knows it’s not the time—when warmth is pooling in his stomach and he’s trembling before he’s curling over you, instead focusing on the needy mewls and moans falling from your lips. another time maybe.
・✶ ｡ﾟ NANAMI KENTO
it was fine at first, your agreement. he was mostly busy with work anyway, sometimes he’d pick you up on his way home and you always helped him relax after a long day or help take the tension from his body after some gruelling overtime. but he had gotten used to seeing you now, couldn’t help himself from imagining your silhouette in the kitchen preparing dinner or busying yourself with something in his home—he’d gotten comfortable with you and he wanted more.
it’s dark in the back seat of nanami’s car, your face pressed against the expensive leather as his thick hands grab at your hips—ruthlessly slamming his cock into your tight cunt from behind, as his eyes focus on the way your ass jiggles with each heavy thrust. “doing so well, sweetheart.“ nanami grumbles, his head falling forward as his body follows, pressing his chest against your back, and the new position allows you to hear how fucked out he is, every deep growl and slurred curse against your shoulder. you tremble from under him, feeling his toned bicep curl around your waist and you push back into him when you feel his calloused hand snake between your legs, practiced fingers rolling your already puffy and swollen clit. “focus on me, that’s it. so good for me.” nanami growls, quiet at first but his voice is close enough for you to hear his words, your tight walls twitching in reply before you babble “feels s-so good.” and the blonde haired male feels something primal, possessive take over him at the sweet tone of your voice—his cock throbbing inside of you. “it feels good? taking me so well.” you hear him groan, your words encouraging him to slam himself even harder into you, the sound of skin slapping growing louder with each of his heavy thrusts. “you’re gonna make me cum, sweetheart. you going to take it for me?” nanami drawls, voice low and ragged and ecstasy is all you feel with his words, his brows creasing from the almost brutal pace he’s challenged himself under but he was stroking your walls just right. “i.. i can take it.”
I looveeee tsukishima so much cause he really is the type of bf to let you do anything and everything to him and he won't even complain
He’ll let you draw on his skin with those pretty multi-coloured gel pens whenever you get nervous. The small flowers you draw on his skin along with the hearts make a pattern that he wants to remember forever. He always makes a joke about how your drawing skills are horrible but you know he's only joking. He loves your small sketches and he’s grateful to be an outlet for your artistic endeavours
He'll taste whatever you make for him, regardless of how pungent the smell is. He'll nod his head and tell you how he feels about the dish. Tsukishima is nothing if not honest, so he gives you tips on what to improve and how you could potentially make it taste better :(
Let's you paint his skin with the glittery eyeshadow palettes that you own. Shuts his mouth when you sit on his lap with liquid liner in your palm and determination evident on your face. Annoyingly moves his head to disrupt you and ruin the perfect lines you drew on his skin. Makes sure to compliment your talent when you're done and later complains about how dry his skin feels because of your cheap makeup products 😭
Let's you latch and cling onto him at all times. In the confines of your home, he loves it when you follow him around, attached to his arm and never letting go. Those sleepy mornings where you complain about him leaving too early leave a permanent smile on his face. He just can't get the image of a sleep-drunk you rubbing your cheek on his chest cause you can't bare the thought of him leaving you
Holds your hand in public when you drag him to the stores you want to visit. Doesn't mind the stares he gets from those around him--he loves you, so why would a strangers opinion make him hide his admiration for you? Pulls you in for kisses whenever you begin to ramble and makes you lose your train of thought with those soft lips of his
Carries you on his back after the exhaustion of running around all day finally settles in. Doesn’t matter how big or tall you are, Tsukishima is able to hold your weight comfortably on his back
He is nothing if not a man made to fulfill all your desires
Very in love with the idea of tsukishima who loves him a partner he can spoil with food (more specifically, a chubby partner)
He doesn’t eat much himself (getting him to eat even two meals a day is a struggle), but whenever he takes you out and sees that pretty smile on your face as you take a biggg sniff of your food—and God, he loves you so much.
Keeps small snacks (chocolate bars, boxes of juice and chocolate milk, gummy bears, even fruits) in his messenger bag in case you ever get hungry. And you always do. You clutch your stomach in slight discomfort, complaining about how hungry you are, and all your Kei does is roll his eyes.
“You had breakfast like three hours ago.”
The two of you are walking down the street, on the way to your university library. Tsukishima spends nearly all his time in there, and you insist on tagging along for “emotion support.” He never complains, for he cherishes your presence more than he’ll ever say.
“I knowwww,” you drag, leaning onto his shoulder and wrapping your chubby arms around his long, slender arm. “But I’m still not full.”
He reaches into his bag and pulls out a six-pack of Oreos, shoving them into your face with a simple, “eat.”
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And don’t get me started on how attentive he is!! He’s driving down the road and sees you eye a taco truck with that shine in your eyes and makes a mental note to take you there sometime, someday, when you’re both free and ready to eat.
And at some point in your relationship, he picks up the hobby of baking. Spends hours in the kitchen making you all those sweet treats and calls you over to have the first bite.
He’s so dedicated to his baking craft, that every Saturday night after practice is dedicated to chubbing you up with all his baked goodies.
(They range from brownies, to lemon tarts, and the classic chocolate cake. You like to gag him sometimes, and you even go as far as buying him a “Kiss the Chef” apron. He hates it. [But he wears it regardless.])
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Don’t get me started on how offended he gets when you, or anyone for that matter, mentions you losing weight. Why would you do that? You’re beautiful regardless of whatever number shows up on that scale, so why would you care?
“Kei,” you hum. It’s been a long day, he’s tired from practice and from work, and all he wanted was to come home, sleep, and have you lay all your weight on top of him as he sleeps.
He opts to groan as his response, and you take that as a cue to go on.
“Do you wanna start going to the gym with me?”
“The gym? Why are you going to the gym all of a sudden?”
It’s not an odd question, for you’ve always expressed your apprehension for the going out to the gym. Tsukishima has offered to take you along with him, but you always reject him with a shrug and a smile.
“No big reason, really. One of my coworkers said I was putting on a lot of weight and I wanted to lose some of it. That’s all.”
He looks at you with his eyebrows raised and a very prominent frown on his face.
“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. You look great.”
And it’s true, you do. With your thick belly rolls and stretch marks at every corner of your body, you’re beautiful.
cw: somno, biting, afab reader, reader is referred to as mrs and has manicured nails, unedited
ro’s notes…just some quick thoughts nothing more 🤭
being too exhausted to have sex on your wedding night so nanami wakes you up in the morning by playing with your pussy, placing kisses all kinds of places until your squirming and smiling in his arms.
okay so my head’s been full of Toji™️ these days. i can’t escape him no matter how hard i try ! i’ve been thinking:
househusband!toji who loves reader sooo so much, willing to spoil them rotten after reader comes home from work. househusband!toji who cooks meals for reader, takes baths with reader, is overall a very caring partner and a responsible dad to megumi. househusband!toji who begs, wanting reader to take care of him after a busy week filled with housework and daddy duties. househusband!toji whose fingers grip reader’s hair tightly as they suck on his cock, whose hips stutter when he’s about to shoot his cum down reader’s throat, whose eyes shut after a long and intense orgasm.
basically, househusband!toji. 🧎🏻♀️
these are so so good omg!! thank you so much for these delicious brainrot because head empty, just househusband!toji 😭💘 hope you’ll like these lil ones that’re stuck in my head <33
househusband!toji who escorts you to the door every time you leave for work, kneeling down to help you slip on your shoes before coming back up to pucker his lips and ask for kisses.
househusband!toji who picks up megumi in his sleek looking car, wearing one of his finest leather jackets that you bought for him, only to come home and proudly wear a loose pink apron as he fixes megumi some afternoon snack and prepares dinner.
househusband!toji who massages your feet, his rough palms gentle as they trace down your legs, before he bends down to ghost kisses over them, his warm eyes peering up at you in full adoration.
househusband!toji who is shaking from exertion, scarred lips pulled in a snarl, his chest heaving as he begs you, “please my love, just one round.” only to completely fuck you for hours until you feel boneless, your body twitching from the countless dizzying orgasms that he ripped from you as he had been unrelenting in servicing you.
househusband!toji who makes you breakfast in bed only for it to grow cold when he sees you beckoning him back in the sheets and asking him to eat you out; who is loud, almost incoherent, as he tells you how good you taste, how warm you feel, how wet you are becoming; whose eyes are locked with yours when he pumps his fingers in you, watching the way you go cross-eyed.
i agree. no thoughts, only househusband!toji 🙇🏻♀️💞
synopsis: in your organization, you’re known as the infamous assassin who targets those who are corrupt and those who ruin society. you’ve been assigned to kill your next target, a serial killer who’s known for murdering and torturing criminals.
warnings: graphic depictions of violence and murder, mentions of torture, blood, enemies with benefits, rough sex, choking, size kink, overstimulation, oral sex, knife kink, blood kink, gun kink, fingering, mirror sex, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, blind play, bratty toji, sub to dom reader, y/n is a maneater, mentions of shoko x reader, kinda dark content
a/n: this is kind of a slow burn since there are a lot of scenes that include the plot so patience pls the smut will come as u read along. i also want to write a switch!reader but leaning into dom so yeah, y/n has toji on his knees
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” the man underneath you groans as you ride on top of him.
You try to hide any hint of disgust and contempt on your face as you carry on riding him.
The worst part about your job is that you had to seduce every single one of your target in order to have better access in killing them. You had to disguise yourself in a different woman each time you seduce and have sex with people that you have to kill. You could’ve think of a better method other than seducing them, but you find it amusing that they’re so easy and so eager for you, and you wanted to have control over them. Other than that, most men that you were assigned to kill either have wives and kids or fiancées or girlfriends, meaning they will do anything in their power to hide the fact that they’re sleeping with another woman. That’s what makes it easier.
You’ve assassinated numerous targets before and yet they’re still having a hard time investigating your true identity since you’re that good at hiding and disguising yourself. Every time you encounter a news about your targets being found dead, the organization you’re in would praise you.
The fun thing about your job is receiving praise and the thrill of killing those who ruin the society that you and the organization want to fix.
You roll your eyes heavenwards before you get off the man. You pick up your panties and long party dress and thigh sheath that has your bowie knife.
“You told the security to deactivate the cameras, right?” you ask, not taking a glance at him. “Wouldn’t want your wife and kids to find out about your… infidelity,” you chuckle.
“They’re not gonna find out about this. And yes, I told security to deactivate the cameras in and out of the room,” the man says.
God, what an asshole.
“Good,” you whisper before pouncing on him and holding down the bed by the neck.
The man squirms underneath you and looks at you with shock and wide eyes. His constant squirming made you irritated, causing you to take the lamp on the nightstand and knock him hard enough to make him unconscious. It takes you several strikes on the head to finally knock him out.
You let out a deep breath before taking the rope that you hid under the bed earlier. You drag your victim’s body down to the floor so you can position him sitting on the chair before tying him up. Torturing would be easy since you knocked him unconscious but before that, you had to do the most important thing first and that is: getting rid of any evidences that might expose you.
You take the duct tape from you purse and put it over your victim’s mouth and decides to clean as you wait for him to wake up.
Minutes after cleaning, you hear muffled screams and groans from the bedroom, which made you grin. You didn’t bother putting any clothes except your undergarments and surgical gloves covering your hands. You give the man a sinister grin before walking closer towards him.
You take your knife and slowly slicing his throat from ear to ear, severing the windpipe and jugular. Blood starts squirting out of your victim’s neck, splashing on your body and face, making you groan. Now, this is the worst part of your job.
“Fuck,” you mumble before sighing and walking towards the bathroom. “I hate this part.”
“Good job on another successful assassination, Y/N!” Your colleague, Gojo Satoru, greets you with a smile and hands you a glass of wine.
“Thanks, Satoru,” you smile at him.
“How’s your relationship with Shoko?” he asks, making you raise an eyebrow. Satoru flashes you a confused look before saying, “Oh, come on. Almost everyone in the organization knows that the two of you are dating.”
“I’m not in a relationship with Shoko,” you say and sip on your wine. “We’re not dating, we’re just fucking. You know, friends with benefits thing or whatever the fuck they call it.”
“You two would’ve been a hot couple, you know,” he chuckles.
You don’t disagree with him though. Sometimes you’d think about how you and Shoko would make such a powerful couple in the organization but the both of you never thought about making it official, let alone dating each other. The both of you are too busy with work and you have different priorities to think about. It’s unclear whether or not you have feelings for Shoko. Sure, you’re attracted to her but calling it love is not your thing. So does Shoko. It’s better to leave it than making it clear for the both of you since it will make your situation even more complicated. Besides, she even told you that she’s not interested in a relationship. She just needs someone to satisfy her, so do you.
Your conversation with Satoru didn’t last when you were suddenly called by the head of the organization, Yaga Masamichi. Usually when he calls you in his office, he’s assigning you for another mission. You’re always the first choice whenever the mission involves killing someone. You’re the most skilled assassin in the organization after all.
“Another mission?” you ask.
“Yes. Are you up for it?”
“If the reward is double than the last mission, then yes,” you reply with a smile on your face. “Who’s the target?”
You sit down on the chair adjacent to Yaga’s desk where he’s sitting and reading a file.
“A serial killer,” he starts, “you’ve probably heard of him. The media calls him The Vigilante Hero, pretty cute for a serial killer name. He’s infamous for murdering criminals. This killer always leaves his signature on the bodies of his victims, his initial: Zen’in Toji, but he goes by Fushiguro Toji. After I met with him and gave him the money, I stalked him personally.”
You stand up and walks towards Yaga’s desk where you lean to read the file of said killer.
There’s not much information about him except for the victims he had killed and several pictures that Yaga took while he was stalking him. You’re guessing around 30-40 victims based on the pages of the file. That’s close to the number of victims you’ve assassinated. What you don’t understand is why would Yaga want you to assassinate this killer? If he kills criminals such as abusers, pedophiles, rapists, then that’s no different from your job, which js assassinating corrupt officials and authorities with a higher position and those who have power. The better option in this case would be to recruit this said killer in the organization. But if he is recruited, how would you get your money prize? You don’t believe in the saying, “Money can’t buy you happiness.”
“Why do you want me to kill him?” you ask. “We can just recruit him in the organization. What he’s doing is not different from ours.”
Yaga sighs before handing you the file.
“I already tried. Turns out this killer hates how we run this organization,” he says. “He says he doesn’t want to work in an organization with too much rules. He likes doing things his own way and working alone. I don’t agree with the way he does things and this organization can do what he’s doing in a much… cleaner way. I also paid him a huge amount of money so he keeps his mouth shut about the organization. I want the money back so, eliminate him.”
“So, the reason why you want me to kill him is because he didn’t want to join the organization? And you want the money that you gave to him back?” you chuckle. “Pretty bullshit reason, if you ask me. You know, I kinda don’t wanna waste my time on this so… ask Suguru instead.”
You stand up and put down the file on Yaga’s table. You turn your back against him and walk towards the door.
“The money I gave him is 50 million. You’ll be the one to get the money if you successfully assassinated him.”
“I’m in!” you cheer.
After consulting with Yaga, you take your time to study the files that he handed to you earlier to better understand your next target. He mostly kills criminals and tortures them to death via gauging their eyes out; cutting their tongue; severing their fingers; amputation, usually by the arms and legs; and cutting their reproductive organs off. At some point, his victims are from provinces and urban areas, some are from secluded areas. You guessed that the killer might’ve tracked his victims down since they’re all at random places. However, most of his victims are from the urban areas, around 25 victims.
“Any features you want to tell me?” you wondered why he hasn’t described this killer’s appearance yet.
“When he and I met up, he was wearing a mask that covers half of his face and a cap,” he says. “What I can tell is that he has green eyes, tall and muscular—might be a hard target for you to kill.”
“Green eyes are rare, right?” you ask.
“Indeed. The man is located in this area of the city,” Yaga points on the map, which you lean over to look at. “I’ve stalked him for over a week and he often comes in a coffee shop in the area. Apparently, there’s only one coffee shop near. He also visits orphanages and animal shelters in the weekends to volunteer—”
“He sounds like a good person though,” you say.
“A good person who tortures people to death.”
“People who are criminals, which is what we do,” you say before standing up. “To be honest with you, I don’t want to kill whoever this man is, but I still want the 50 million from him. Would it be alright if I just take the money from him and let him go?”
“I would’ve done that but this man won’t let that money go,” Yaga sighs. “You think I would ask you to eliminate him if it would be easy to get the money back?”
“Why did you even give it to him in the first place?” you groan.
“To keep his mouth shut about the organization.”
“Fine,” you sigh. “Okay. Let me get this straight—my next target is Zen’in Toji, goes by Fushiguro Toji. He lives in a populated city; often goes to a coffee shop near his home; and volunteers in orphanages and animal shelters during weekends. He’s around 6’3 or something? Green eyes, and black hair. He murders criminals such as pedophiles, human traffickers, rapists, abusers, etc. He kills them via death by torture and usually leaves his victims bodies in secluded areas, mostly in fields, and leave his initials on their bodies.”
“That’s all there is,” Yaga says. “Keep in mind that this next target of yours won’t be easy than the previous ones. You can ask Suguru to help you if you find this mission difficult.”
“No, thanks. I want that 50 million for myself,” you smile.
It didn’t take long for you and the organization to finally take action in the new mission, which is eliminating Fushiguro Toji—referred by the media as The Vigilante Hero. Shoko and Yaga helped you when it comes to coming up with a plan in order to make this mission successful. Despite being the most skilled in the Technology Unit of the organization, Shoko is also the brains, meaning she’s the one who often comes up with the plans in missions. Not only that but she’s also the doctor in charge in the Medical Unit.
You truly admire Shoko for her skills and hard work. You won’t deny that she’s someone who you’d want to have a relationship with some day. But the two of you already agreed that the both of you isn’t interested in having a relationship.
The only thing you didn’t have help with is your disguise. The others leave you when it comes to coming up with your own pseudonym since it is something you’re truly good at—other than assassinating someone.
Now, you’re disguised as someone who’s lost in the part of the city with your guitar case strapped on your back, which actually consists of your guns and weapons. You wear a trench coat that reaches down your lower legs to cover up the suit that you usually wear when assassinating someone. Of course, acting is also a requirement.
It’s Saturday, meaning your target will either be at the orphanage or the animal shelter. You had to go to the animal shelter first and fortunately, he was there. A tall and muscular man wearing black long sleeves and pants. You catch a glimpse of his green eyes and a scar on the left side of his mouth, must be a souvenir that one of his victims left him.
One thing for sure is, he’s fucking hot. Fushiguro Toji might’ve been the hottest man you’ve ever targeted. You should thank Yaga for assigning you to kill this extremely handsome man.
“Hey,” you call out. “Uhm, do you know where this coffee shop is? I’m supposed to meet someone there but I kinda got lost,” you chuckle awkwardly.
“Not from here, huh?” he asks with a smile on his face.
God, his voice is enough to make you rub your thighs together.
“Nope,” you say. “I’m about to move in this area so I’m familiarizing myself in this new environment.”
“I see,” he mumbles. “Want me to give you a tour?”
“That would be appreciated. Thank you, mister…?”
“Fushiguro. You can just call me Toji,” he smiles. “No need to get formal.”
For the rest of the afternoon, Toji drags you around the area of the city where he really gives you a tour. He told you about the neighbourhood, the orphanage, the animal shelter, and the people. He’s actually nice to most of his neighbours. He greets them a good day; gives snacks to the kids in the playground; and almost everyone in the area likes him. To be honest, you were starting to like him, too. Toji is fun and witty despite his intimidating—very intimidating looks. You would sometimes think if he’s putting on a mask, like how psychopaths are showing off their nice demeanor so they can manipulate and use people around them. But something in you feels like Toji’s just genuinely nice to others. Not when it comes to criminals though.
“Let me guess, you play in a band?” he asks.
“Well, obviously,” you chuckle, so did he. “Okay. What about you, what’s your work?”
The smile on Toji’s lips suddenly fades. He sighs before saying, “Let’s just say I help people.”
“What kind of help, specifically?” you ask.
“Well, that’s none of your business now, sweetheart,” he smiles before standing up. “I had a great time though. Come visit me sometimes,” he says and then leaves.
You didn’t realize that the two of you had been talking for hours in the coffee shop that the only one left there is you and the person in charge is finally asking you to leave now since they’re about to close. You hurriedly strap the guitar case on your back and sprint along the streets to catch up on your target. The rain starts to get your clothes soaked and your vision to become unclear.
It’s a shame you had to kill him. You actually like him a lot, but you still want that 50 million from him.
Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, surrounded by people and clothes soaking wet, you had lost vision of your target. Luckily for you, Yaga told you where his apartment is located. You didn’t waste any time and make your way to Toji’s apartment. Fortunately, you have a convincing reason to tell if he ever asked you why you had followed him to his apartment.
The walk to Toji’s apartment wasn’t that long from the coffee shop. Your clothes are fully soaked as well as your purple-colored wig. When you got to Toji’s unit, you didn’t hesitate to knock. You hear his muffled words through the door until he opens it, revealing him wearing a black shirt and baggy white pants and a towel hanging on his shoulder. His hair is wet, indicating that he had just finished showering.
“What are you doing here?” he asks.
“Oh, I—uh, I didn’t know where else to go and it’s raining hard,” you stutter. This wasn’t even acting anymore. You’re stuttering because you can’t seem to take your glance off his well-toned body.
“Anyway, I followed you here since I—I don’t know anyone here except you,” you say. “Am I being creepy or something?”
“A bit,” he chuckles. “I don’t mind if you stay until the rain stops.” Toji opens the door wider to let you win. You give him a thanks and a smile before entering his cozy unit.
“You can use the shower there. I’ll bring you some clothes you can use,” he says.
Wow. Do I really want to kill him?
“That would be great. Thanks, Toji,” you smile.
You go to the bathroom and slip your clothes off as well as your wig. You had to keep a knife with you as you shower comfortably since you’re still inside of a serial killer’s house.
Who knows what he might do to you. But then again, he only kills criminals and he’s still not suspicious of you that you had also killed numerous people before. If the mission fails somehow and you get killed, it would be a big loss for the organization since you’re their best one yet. You think Suguru might be a great replacement for your position but you still don’t want to give that position to someone else yet. One thing for sure is, you are not going to let yourself get killed in this mission. Despite Toji’s wit and nice demeanor, your mind is still fixed on your main goal and that is getting the 50 million from him and eliminating him.
You hear Toji from outside saying that he left the towel and clothes outside the door. You yell back and said thanks before washing yourself. After showering, you wear Toji’s clothes that are so big and baggy for you that the hem of his shirt reaches down your thighs.
“I don’t wanna be rude but… is this the smallest clothes you have?” you ask, presenting yourself.
“Yep, that’s it,” he mumbles. “You can stay here for the night. The rain isn’t gonna stop ‘til tomorrow morning.”
You notice his cheeks turning red, which made you smirk. Toji quickly take his glance off of you before heading to his room. Now, your assassination isn’t complete if you didn’t use your seduction skills. It becomes easier to murder someone if they’re head over heels for you.
“Toji?” you call out to him. “How old are you?”
“Why do you wanna know?” he asks and leans on the wall by his side.
“Just curious,” you shrug.
“35.”
“Really? I thought you’d be older than that,” you chuckle and sit down on the couch. “Would you fuck someone who’s 7 years younger than you?”
The smile on Toji’s lips fade and he walks towards you, making you smirk. The man lean forward with his hand on the arm rest of the couch and the other on the back rest. Now, you find yourself caged between him and the wall.
“Don’t start something like this,” he mumbles.
“What if I want to? What if I want to fuck you, Toji?” you smile as you rub your thighs together. “Fuck.”
“Ask me if I want to fuck you.”
“Do you wanna fuck me?” you ask, the smile still visible on your face.
Toji doesn’t give you an answer and roughly presses his lips onto yours. Your hands make their way to his neck, clinging to him while his hands explore your body, your waist, your thighs, your ass. You wrap your legs around Toji’s waist, not breaking the kiss. You’re small compared to him, which was easier for him to lift you up. Toji sits on the couch this time while you settle on his lap.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” you whisper before kissing him again.
You can feel Toji’s hard cock beneath his sweatpants. You didn’t hesitate to grind your hips against his bulge, making him moan in your kisses. Toji leaves your lips and his kisses travels down to your jaw, then to your neck, leaving marks and nibbles. As you grind your hips on his cock, Toji is busy ravaging your collarbone and neck.
“Touch me,” you whisper. “Touch me down there, please,” you beg.
“You have to beg more than that,” he chuckles as he lightly grazes his fingertips on your clothed cunt.
“Please, please, Toji! Touch me, please… want you to touch me!” you cry and beg as if you’re pleading for your life.
The more Toji lightly touches your aching pussy, the more you crave for him to touch you. No man had ever made you feel like what Toji’s making you feel right now. You had never craved your target’s touches before. It is them who crave yours. But with Toji, you find yourself pleading for him instead of you being plead to. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, and might be hard for you since you’re the one drowning in his touch.
You hear Toji’s chuckles before he lifts the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, revealing your soaked panties. Toji’s callous fingers pulls your panties to the sides until you feel him rub your slit.
“You’re soaking wet for me, doll,” he whispers on your ear that sent shivers down your spine.
“More… want more, please,” you whimper.
Toji doesn’t hesitate to make you lay down on your back on the couch as he settles himself between your thighs. Your vision went to the cushions above your head, making sure that what you had put earlier when Toji wasn’t looking is still there. Your thoughts are suddenly cut when Toji tells you to remove the shirt you’re wearing. You immediately obey him and now you’re only wearing your bra and panties.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Toji pulls your panties to the sides, fully removing it and leaving it on the floor.
“Oh! F-fuck!” you moan when you suddenly feel Toji’s warm tongue make contact with your folds. Your hands instinctively make their way down to his hair as you spread your legs wider.
Toji grips the back of your thighs to spread your legs open as he devours your cunt so aggressively that the lewd and slurping noises he’s making fills the entire room, accompanied by your moans and whimpers while you beg for him to give you more. Toji’s tongue alternates by licking, sucking, and going in your wet folds. He’s so good at it that you’re gripping his hair so tight and your legs start quivering.
“You taste so good,” he chuckles, which sent vibrations to your aching cunt, making you arch your back.
“Shit, I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum, Toji! ‘m so close! Oh, fuck!” you moan as you feel yourself getting closer and closer into climax. Your hands are gripping Toji’s hair, legs quivering, and back arching from the pleasure he’s giving you.
This isn’t right. He’s supposed to be the one who’s drowning in your touch, not the other way around or else you’re gonna have a hard time killing him.
“Cum for me. C’mon on, cum for me, slut,” he mumbles before sucking your sopping cunt that made you shriek as you feel yourself releasing your juices around Toji’s mouth. The man continues to lick and suck you, not caring that you already came, making your mind clouded with pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck—that’s e-enough, you asshole,” you mumble as you reach for your bowie knife under the cushions above your head. Your fingers are still shaking yet you managed to grip the handle and point it under Toji’s chin, making him look up at you.
The man gives you a smirk, not caring about the sharp knife under his chin that could kill him any time.
“I knew that fucker sent someone,” he says, the smirk still on his lips.
Toji’s callous hand grips yours that is holding the dagger and pins it on the couch while his other hand circles around your neck. The knife in your hands didn’t fall from your grip. Instead, your other hand takes it from the one Toji’s gripping and pointed it back to his throat. Now, you’re threatening him with your dagger pointed on his throat and his callous hands around your neck, his hips in between your legs.
“Stab me and I’ll fucking choke you to death,” he mumbles.
“This is kinda hot, don’t you think?” you chuckle.
Before Toji could react, you let go of your knife, making him raise an eyebrow as if he’s trying to figure out why’d you let go of your only weapon against him. Your right hand holds his left arm and your other hand reaches for his right shoulder. You quickly set your left foot on his hip and turn your body. Your right leg reaches up his right shoulder and you wrap your left leg around his neck to reach for his right shoulder. You move so swift and fast that Toji finds himself being held against the floor with both of your legs around him and your hands gripping his arm that you could easily break.
Without letting go of him, you reach for your knife. Little did you know that Toji had already found a weapon to caught you off guard. His free hand reaches towards an empty glass bottle. He didn’t hesitate to slam the bottle against your head, breaking it into bits, making you grit your teeth in pain. With your head spinning, you quickly move up and wear your panties again before reaching for your knife and guitar case where your weapons are.
Before Toji could reach you, you swing the guitar case towards him, creating a loud thud from the hard case that hit his head. Toji mumbles something, his legs wobbling that made him stumble down the floor. You didn’t hesitate to take a loaded Glock 17 and point it on his forehead as you sit on his abdomen.
Toji’s breathing is shallow as he stares at you with dark eyes.
“The man you were with,” you said. “He gave you money worth 50 million, is that right? Give me all of it then I’ll spare you.”
“You’re hot,” he smirks.
You scoff before firing the gun at the nearest window.
The shattering of the glass caused Toji to grit his teeth, knowing that he has to pay for the damages. But that is the least of his worry, now that he’s being held at gun point underneath a skilled assassin. A hot one at that, he thinks.
You point the gun at his forehead again, saying that you will shoot him right in the head this time.
“I gave it away,” he says. “I gave the half to the animal shelter and orphanage. I kept the other half for myself. Do you still want it?”
Fuck.
“I still have to kill you,” you mumble, but before you could pull the trigger, a thought came to your mind. “After you fuck me.” you grin.
“After what you did to my house?” Toji settles himself up using his elbows and gives you a smirk that caused you to rub your thighs together. “I might as well, slut.”
Toji kisses you roughly and carries you towards his bedroom, dropping you down the soft mattress. He quickly removes his shirt, showing his well-toned and muscular body as if it was carved by the gods themselves. Toji removes your bra and panties before lifting you up to sit on his lap. You press your lips against his as his hands wander around your body. The warmth in Toji’s hands send shivers down your spine, his mouth travels down to your tits, nibbling and sucking your nipple, making you moan.
Toji’s hand moves down to your aching cunt, his fingers rubbing your slit. You hum and moan as you feel his fingers going inside your wet folds. His fingers are long that it reaches your sensitive spot, which made you clench around him.
“Oh, god. You’re lucky—ah—you’re hot,” you chuckle. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding your hips along his fingers.
The squelching noises that your pussy is making against Toji’s fingers fill the room along with your heavy breaths and moans. The man hears you whimper against the crook of his neck and your fingers digging down his flesh, he feels your folds tightening around his fingers, indicating that you’re close to cumming.
Toji’s fingers went in a rapid pace, making you let out a hoarse cry. You’re so close that your toes are curling and your nails are digging on his back that would surely leave marks. You’re breathing so hard as you grind your hips against him, trying to chase your high but as soon as you’re so close to cumming, Toji pulls his fingers out of your soaking pussy. You heard him chuckle before he brings his fingers to his lips and licking it clean.
“What—what the fuck,” you pant against him. “Don’t f-fucking play with me, asshole.”
“I wanna try something,” he says and lays you down the mattress and picks up your knife. “You up for it?”
“Go ahead.”
Toji grins at you then holding you in place in front of the floor mirror. He settles you down in between his legs. One hand holds the knife and the other spreads your legs wide, showing your soaking cunt on the mirror. Toji presses his chest on your back, making you feel his hard cock from behind. You think it’s unfair how he gets to have control over you. You might as well pay him back later.
Toji presses the handle of the knife against your slit, rubbing the cold material on your wet folds that sends shivers down your spine, which made you arch your back at the cold feeling. You tilt your head back on Toji’s shoulder but he had a reason why he settles you in front of the floor mirror. Toji’s callous hand grips your jaw, making you look back at yourself on the mirror with half-lidded eyes.
“Put it in me. Please, Toji—fuck—just fuck me with it, please!” you beg. Your hand travels down to his that is holding the knife and you attempt to make him press harder against your folds.
“Patience, slut,” he chuckles. “That’s what you get for ruining my house.”
Toji’s hold around the blade of your knife tightens in his hands, causing his palm to release blood. He grits his teeth at the pain yet it was the last thing in his mind, now that he’s slowly plunging the handle of the knife inside your pussy.
The blood dripping from Toji’s palm soaks the sheets of his bed yet he paid no attention to it. Your hand grips his thigh when he thrusts the handle in and out of your pussy in a slow manner. You stare at the mirror with half-lidded eyes at the sight of your pussy being fucked by the handle of your knife. You let out a hoarse cry, followed by your pleas for Toji to make his pace faster. The man, however, chuckles under his breath as he stares at the lewd sight on the mirror.
“Fuck, you’re going crazy over a fucking knife? You’re that desperate to cum, huh?” he whispers as he thrusts the handle in a faster pace, which made you throw your head back. Toji’s other hand grips your jaw to make you look back at yourself on mirror. “Don’t fucking look away, slut.”
His pace became rapid, that your pussy is creating lewd and squelching noises around the handle of the knife. You catch a glimpse of Toji’s blood spilling the white fabric of the sheets yet you didn’t pay any attention to it. Your walls clench around the wooden handle of the knife as you feel yourself getting closer to cumming again. Your toes are curling and your nails are digging on Toji’s thighs. His other hand is holding your jaw in place to make you watch yourself getting fucked by a knife on the mirror.
“Shit! Toji! ‘m close—so close, fuck!” you moan as you squirm against Toji’s arms.
The man scoffs and pulls out the knife from your pussy, making you cry and yell at him for stopping. Toji pushes you down the mattress and holds both of you hands on top of your head before inserting the handle of the knife in your pussy again, not caring that the wound in his palm his getting deeper. Toji thrusts the handle in your aching cunt so fast and deep that your back starts aching and your eyes rolling at the back of your head.
“Ngh! Oh, my god, Toji! ‘m cumming, ‘m cumming—fuck!” you shriek as you cum, spilling your juices around the handle.
Toji chuckles before pulling the handle of the knife out of your aching pussy. Your chest is heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath, your legs still quivering from cumming. Toji smiles at you before his hands explore your body, spreading his blood along your skin, making him curse under his breath. His hot blood sends shivers down your spine, which made you let out a moan. Your waist, abdomen, tits, and your thighs are smeared with his blood.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he grins before kissing you.
Moans escape from your deep kiss. Toji bites your lower lip, which gave him the chance to insert his tongue inside your mouth, writhing against yours. You feel his hand that has a wound from the knife up your cheeks, smearing it with his blood. You pull away from the kiss before cupping the back of his bleeding hand and licking the wound as well as the blood cascading down his palm.
“Shit, I can’t take this. I need to be inside you,” he curses.
Toji removes every piece of his clothing, revealing his hard cock, which made your eyes widen at how huge he is. The tip of his cock is releasing precum and a prominent vein runs along the base. You gulp at the sight of him, thinking that it might’ve been the biggest cock that you’ve ever had inside you. Yes, the dick of the other men you’ve had sex with is nothing compared to Toji’s.
“Hey,” he calls out, “Eyes up here, doll.”
Toji tells you to position on all fours with your ass up in front of the mirror. Toji palms his cock before he slowly plunges it inside of your sopping cunt, making you moan so loud at the feeling of his hard cock stretching your walls. Your back arches and your hands grip the sheets underneath you. You hear Toji mumbling curses under his breath as he bottoms out inside you.
“You feel so good around me—fuck,” he groans.
You cry as you feel the tip of his cock hit your sensitive spot, which made you grip the sheets tighter in your palms. You bury your head on the fabric until Toji pulls his cock out with the tip still inside. He suddenly slams in you, making you shriek when his cock reaches your cervix.
“Mmph! Toji! You’re so deep!” you moan against the sheets.
Toji presses his chest against your back and his hand travels to your neck and then to your jaw, making you look at yourself on the mirror as he thrusts in and out of you at a slow yet hard pace. Every time he slams his hips against yours, the head of his cock would reach your cervix that you whimper and cry at how good it feels.
Toji’s pace becomes faster, his balls slapping against your skin every time his pelvis would meet your ass. The moans and heavy breathing as well as the lewd noises that your bodies are creating fills the room. You moan so loud that you swear his neighbours from the other side of the wall could hear.
Toji didn’t waste any time and uses his other hand to push your head against the sheets and fuck into you so hard and deep that you can feel his cock bulging inside your abdomen every time he thrusts in you. Toji pounds you mercilessly that the bed is shaking with his movements.
“Mmph! Fuck, Toji! I can’t—” you cry.
“Yes, you can, slut,” he mumbles before he grips your hair, making you yelp when your back hits his chest.
The man didn’t waste time and pounds into you as you watch yourself on the mirror. Your eyes starts to form tears from the overstimulation and your breath is quivering while he continuously fuck you from behind.
Your mind is clouded with desire and you couldn’t think straight as Toji pounds into you. This might’ve been the only time that a man—your victim—fucked you this hard that you forgot about the reason why you’re doing this in the first place. There is nothing else in your mind, nothing except Toji’s huge cock pounding in your pussy. This isn’t good for you at all. You aren’t supposed to be giving in. You aren’t supposed to be enjoying this, yet here you are, begging for him to fuck you harder.
“F-fuck, ‘m gonna cum. ‘m gonna cum in you, yeah? Gonna fill this pussy up,” he grunts.
“Cum in me, Toji! Cum in me, please—” you whimper and shriek as Toji releases his cum in you.
The man thrusts in you a few times before pulling out. You both are panting so hard, trying to catch your breath but you aren’t done yet, so is he. Toji lays down on the bed on his back, his arm covering his eyes as his chest heaves up and down. You stand up from the bed, legs still wobbly. You find your tie, belt, and a duct tape in your things before coming back in the bedroom.
“What the fuck is that—oh, want me to use it on you?” he smirks.
Toji’s sitting on the edge of the bed now, his cock still hard.
“No,” you shake your head and walk closer towards him.
Your hand gently pushes him down, making him lay his back on the sheets as you straddle him on his abdomen. Toji didn’t protest and went along with your actions yet he gives you a surprised look when you wrap your tie on the back of his head to cover his eyes.
“I’m gonna use it on you,” you grin.
“What the fuck are you planning?” he asks yet he doesn’t resist when you start tying his hands on his back with the duct tape. “Are you gonna kill me now?” he chuckles.
“Maybe, maybe not,” you whisper, which sends shivers down his spine.
You pick up the belt and wrap it around his neck, adjusting and tightening it so you can pull the rest. You try not to tighten it around Toji’s neck enough to choke him. He grunts at your action which made you scoff. There’s a part of you that wants to tape his mouth but you also want to hear his whimpers and moans, you want to hear him being needy and so eager for you.
You hear Toji curse under his breath when you drag the tip of your knife on his throat, making him look up at you. He sits on the edge of the bed while you stand in front of him. Your gaze catches his cock still hard and leaking with cum, making you smirk. You didn’t say a word and kneel in front of him to suck him off.
“What are you—oh, fuck!” he groans when you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, slowly licking his cum.
Toji pants hard and squirms at his restraints as you take his entire length that reaches the back of your throat. You bob your head up and down as you hum and moan to send vibrations at his sensitive cock, making him moan out loud.
You’re so slow in taking him in and out of your mouth that he wants to free his hands from the duct tape and guide your head to take him in his desired pace. You’re torturing him by taking him so agonizingly slow. He desperately wants to cum in your mouth and yet you’re making it so hard for him. Every time he tells you to go faster, you would hum around the length of his cock and take him slower, doing the opposite of what he wants. That’s not even the worst part. The worst part is he can’t see you, not even a glimpse of your face taking his cock.
Toji keeps threatening you that he’ll fuck you so hard if you keep torturing him like this yet that isn’t enough for you to stop what you’re doing to him. In fact, you’re amused at how he reacts whenever you edge him.
“Maybe if you beg for me, I’ll let you cum,” you chuckle as you wrap your hands around his length.
“F-fuck you. I won’t beg, you bitch—oh, shit!” he grunts when you squeeze the base of his cock.
You pick up your knife and drag the tip along the base of his hard cock, letting him feel the cold metal that made him quiver and curse out loud. Toji’s head flew back as you drag the cold tip of the knife on his cock.
“Still won’t beg?” you ask.
“N-no, I fucking won’t, brat,” he smirks.
You scoff before you stand up from the floor and pick up your glock. You pull the belt around Toji’s neck, forcing his head to get closer to your pussy. As much as you want to see him licking your sopping cunt while blind folded, you had something in mind first. You cock your gun before taking it on his lips and tells him to open his mouth.
“Make me, bitch—”
You slap him hard across his cheek, which made his head tilt to the side. Your other hand travels to the back of his head and grip his hair to make him look up at you. Toji grunts before he slowly opens his mouth, which gave you the chance to thrust the loaded gun in his mouth, making him gag around the cold metal.
“Suck,” you tell him.
Toji doesn’t protest. Instead, he obeys you and sucks the mouth of your loaded Glock. His tongue swirls on the material, licking and sucking it. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how submissive he looks. His head is tilting up, eyes covered with your black tie, hands tied behind his back, and his mouth sucking your Glock.
“You know, Toji, I can easily kill you right now,” you mumble and grip his hair tighter, making him grunt. “One pull of this trigger and your head will fucking explode. Isn’t that exciting?”
Your eyes wander around his room and the grin on your lips went even wider when you see his phone on the night stand. You let go of him before walking towards the night stand and pick up his phone. You open the camera app and made him suck the gun again before capturing the lewd sight of him.
“Okay, that’s enough,” you say before throwing the gun on the bed.
Toji catches his breath and spits on the floor because of the taste of metal. You pick up your knife on the ground before dragging the tip on his throat, making him look up at you again as he catches his breath.
“Hey, Toji,” you say. “You always leave your initials on your victim’s bodies, right?” you ask.
“What about it?”
“What if I carve my initials on your body?” you grin but the man below you gives you a smirk.
“Go ahead,” he says. “Fucking mark me, I don’t give a shit.”
“Good boy,” you grin. “Here, bite on my panties.” you pick up your panties from the ground before shoving it in his mouth.
You drag the tip of the knife underneath his collarbone. You press the tip deeper and deeper on his skin until it releases blood, making Toji bite on the fabric of your panties. You shush him and tell him that he’s doing so well before proceeding to carve the first letter of your name then the first letter of your last name. Hot crimson blood starts to cascade from the wound, down to his abdomen and starts dripping on his thighs and the sheets of the bed.
“You did well for me, Toji,” you smile before giving him a kiss.
You wipe the blood off his chest before planting your blood-covered hands around his stomach, his cheeks, his neck, and arms. Now, the both of you are covered in blood. You grin and order Toji to get on his knees. You earn another make me from him, which made you slap his cheek again. This time, Toji is on his knees on the floor while you sit on the edge of the bed in front of the mirror with your legs spread open.
You pull the belt around Toji’s neck, forcing his head to get closer to your cunt. You tell him to eat you out but this time, he didn’t protest. Toji lays his tongue flat on your slit and starts licking your wet folds, making you moan. His tongue alternates between licking and sucking your clit and even pushing between your walls. Your hands grip the sheets where you sit at as Toji continues to eat you out.
“Mmm, fuck,” you moan, spreading your legs wider. You couldn’t help but push Toji’s head even closer to your pussy. Your gaze turns to the mirror where you see your legs spread open while Toji’s on his knees, licking and sucking your aching cunt.
You arch your back and moan as you feel Toji inserting his tongue between your wet folds. You position your legs on top of his shoulders and your hand is holding the belt around his neck while the other his gripping his hair from behind his head.
“Ah… Toji, make me cum, don’t stop—ah!” you moan until you feel yourself cumming on his mouth again. Your legs quiver as well as your body.
You stand up and drag Toji’s collar, making him stand without any protest. You made him sit on the bed with his back resting on the headboard. You didn’t give him a warning and start to sink down on his cock, making him groan and tilt his head back.
“Fuck! It’s so deep,” you moan when he bottoms out in you. The head of his cock reaches your cervix and as much as he wants to hold your waist and make up ride him, he can’t seem to do that since his hands are still tied on his back.
You didn’t waste any time and starts to ride him up and down in a rapid pace. You wrap your arms around Toji’s neck as you ride him. You both pant hard as you carry on. Every time you sink down him, his cock would hit your sensitive spot, making you moan on his ears. You look down on the lewd sight of his cock as you bring yourself up and down that you can see the head creating a bulge inside your abdomen.
“Ah! Oh, my god, Toji! You feel so good—fuck!”
“S-shit! Keep going, keep riding me—wanna cum in you again. Please, let me see you, please!”
You chuckle in between your moans when you finally hear him beg. You remove your tie covering his eyes. Your gaze met his half-lidded eyes, which made you smirk. Toji’s lips are slightly open as he pants and moan.
Your pace keeps getting faster and faster as you ride him that the bed is shaking. Your legs are starting to ache yet that doesn’t stop you from reaching your climax again. A warm, transparent liquid gushes out of you and spills against his pelvis and abdomen as soon as Toji releases his cum in you again.
Toji presses his lips on yours and you moan when you feel his cock move inside you.
“You squirted,” he chuckles in between his breath.
“Shut up,” you pant.
“You still wanna kill me?” he asks.
“I’ll let you go this time,” you say. “Or maybe I won’t kill you at all, who knows? It’s a shame if I kill someone who has a dick that big.”
“You don’t have to kill me,” he says. “You already have me in a chokehold.”
You lean down and kiss him but you didn’t bother releasing him from his restraints.
“This time, Toji,” you say, “I’ll spare you this time so you better run before someone else kills you.”
Toji grins at you before kissing you again.
“God, you’ll be the death of me, Y/N,” he whispers.
hi!! i saw the event post and immediately i was interested. nanami kento + angst prompts 9 + 11, gn!reader pls! (could u also maybe include reader being hurt and him comforting reader? if u want ofc) anyways i'm looking forward to this, and take ur time!!
the picture - nanami kento
summary: you looked around the shared house, different pictures of the two of you together from graduation up till now, but none of them stood out to you except the one where nanami proposed to you in.
tags: angst but there's comfort at the end, marriage, fighting, pet names (baby, love), overthinking
notes: it was so hard to not cry while writing this like gosh but im glad i could get out of my writers block bc of this
"kento, all i'm asking is that you help me with the wedding planning. i understand that you are busy and so am i. i just need-" you paused yourself, trying to carefully pick out words that won't set off your fiancé. "i just need you to be here with me. you even missed our kimono and dress fittings today." for a to-be-wife, you knew you shouldn't be this hesitant to touch nanami but as your hand went in to graze against his, it shook anxiously.
"if you understand then why don't you just leave me alone when i'm working? let's have this conversation later." nanami retracted his hand from under yours before brushing you off as if you weren't anything important to him. "you always say that and i'm tired of being ignored like this every time i try to talk to you." fighting with nanami was nothing new. petty fights, serious ones, or even jealous fights, the two of you knew that if you didn't calm down and communicated your concerns, you wouldn't get anywhere.
however, now, you felt as if you were just a lousy bug, flying around and about nanami's ear. "just talk to me please. you can't expect me to take care of this on my own. it's our-" the shakiness of your hands only worsened when you felt your heart rate increase. the pounding against your chest felt as if it was in your throat. no matter how many deep breaths you took, it just wouldn't ease the feeling in your throat. it squeezed and squeezed until it could choke a sob out of you. crying wouldn't get your way, you knew that, but somehow you couldn't stop yourself from letting tears fall down your face. "please, for the love of god, shut the fuck up for once. im busy so please leave." you were used to it. used to the monotone of his voice. yet his voice was laced with nothing but annoyance for you at the moment which shocked you to the core. you didn't need to turn around to know that nanami's own words didn't register in his brain yet.
without saying another word, you quickly left his home office. you looked around the shared house, different pictures of the two of you together from graduation up till now, but none of them stood out to you except the one where nanami proposed to you in. a smile subconsciously snuck a way onto your face before you quickly shook it off. you felt as if you were betrayed, no, mistaken by his words. nanami promised that no matter what, you were together, a team, that would help each other through the most difficult days and the easiest. and yet, here you were overthinking, on whether or not nanami truly meant his words. no, nanami never goes back on his promises. especially to you. but you couldn't help but to second guess yourself on if it was worth it to go back in there to try again and apologize but there was nothing to apologize for. you never did anything besides support him throughout his work. how come he didn't do the same?
your eyes wandered until it landed on your keys dangling from a rack near the front door. you doubted yourself. you doubted nanami's love for you in that second. you shouldn't have, really, but recently his actions weren't proving you wrong. hesitantly, you looked down at your engagement ring before looking back at the picture. no, you can't, you said to yourself before grabbing your keys and leaving the house. you didn't have a clue as to where you wanted to go but as long as you didn't have to be around nanami at the moment, anywhere was fine.
just somehow, somehow, your subconscious followed the same familiar path. the same roads that felt like home as they were leading you to the place in the picture. as if you wanted to relive the moment, not wanting to face reality. the bright half-moon that accompanied the twinkling stars in the sky did everything they could to comfort you, in some way. the picture was taken a little bit earlier in the night however you could see the soft glowing moon in the sky up above the love of your life kneeling before you. oh how you wished that nanami was there to hold you in his arms as he swayed along to the sound of the rushing river down beneath you. his chest pressed firm against your back as his face was cradled in your neck. your welcoming scent filled his senses as he basked in your love. nanami pressed soft kisses onto your neck, claiming that he's only trying to warm you up from the chilly summer nights. "yeah, whatever." you rolled your eyes clearly not annoyed as you quietly chuckled to yourself. "mm turn around." nanami said as he removed himself from out your neck, placing his hands on your hips loosely. "i love you." nanami whispered as he dived into your lips. "i love you too, future husband." the two of you laughed, flustered at the new name he held for you.
that moment was nothing more than two months ago. you sighed as you leaned against the same railing, hearing the same river flow down the stream, seeing the same moon that shined above, smelling the same occasional whiff of a nearby street food cart, and tasting the same chap-stick off your lips. it felt all too familiar but felt all the more distant. the feeling was comfortable but awkward as you stood there alone. though all you needed was time alone, time to calm yourself down before trying again. but that time was cut by the soft tap on your shoulder. "kento?" you nervously called out, your voice wavering as it filled the silence. "what are you doing here?"
"i could ask you the same."
"how did you know i'd be here?" you slowly but surely removed yourself off of the railing. the comfortable atmosphere faded out to be uneasy. the once comfortable silence came to be suffocating as you felt yourself being torn apart in nanami's gaze. "where else would you be?" nanami spoke after taking a deep breath. if nanami was being truthful, he saw your eyes linger on the picture before you left. the dejected expression that filled your eyes as you turned away towards the door made his heart drop. he didn't know where he stood with you at the moment, so he refrained from touching you. but all you wanted was for him to embrace you in his arms and hold you there like he did two months ago. it seemed as if the world was plotting against your desires. however, nanami took a step forward, shortening the distance between you two. you took a sharp breath in before looking away, pretending as if anything was more important than the overwhelming presence of your fiancé. and at that nanami felt daggers shooting into his chest. it was his fault entirely but he couldn't help but feel hurt at your reluctance to meet his eyes.
"please look at me." nanami pleaded as he took one step closer. you let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding in as you turned back his way. your eyes were glistening in tears yet looked dry in expression as you met his. the ones that would be lighting up with love as soon as you laid eyes on him now were the ones that offered nothing more than a look of somberness. "i wish i never acted the way i did towards you, i'm sorry." your nails dug into your palm as you fought back the tears that threatened to fall once more. one step closer. that was all it took for him to only be mere inches away from you. "i should have never said those things to you and i am so sorry, my love." you truly couldn't stand it. being so close to nanami and yet his hands were placed by his side. but you were mad at him, you felt so displeased with yourself and him that you didn't know, you didn't let yourself be comforted by being in his arms. however, nanami couldn't let you stand there, fighting yourself in complete silence as he watched the victorious tears fall down your cheek. he carefully brushed back strands of hair behind your ear before slowly bringing you in his arms.
and upon impact, you softened. your tense shoulders dropped but the sound of your crying only got louder into his chest. his work shirt was getting drenched but he didn't care. not when your muffled cries were the product of his actions. nanami stood silently as he ran his fingers through your hair, petting it calmly as an action to soothe you. "baby?" he called out when he noticed your cries started to get quiet. you hummed as a response, too scared to trust your voice. "look up at me." you pulled yourself from his chest, looking up at him with tearful eyes but nanami only took his thumb to wipe away the stray tears. "i love you" nanami softly smiled as he witnessed your first smile of the night. "i love you too, future husband." though the two of you weren't bashful of the nicknames as before, it was used as a way to ground yourself. that after everything, nanami was still here, ever so hopelessly in love with you. "i'm sorry i've been so caught up in work recently. but let's go home and figure something out, okay? we are a team and i'll make sure it feels that way." you nodded as laced your hands around his torso. "okay."
This is the first sexual assault PSA I’ve seen that included both women assaulting men AND women assaulting other women. It really can and does happen to anyone, by anyone. Don’t forget that.
