☃︎ the morning after your first time w/ the jjk men ! masterlist
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 gojo x f! kyotosorcerer! reader || deflected! geto x f! follower!reader || office worker! nanami x f! coworker! reader || yakuza! sukuna x f! reader || toji x f! reader || dealer! choso x f! reader ˚. 𝜗𝜚 .
‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ Synopsis: You think last night was just a casual hookup—two intoxicated losers, a horny man and an ovulating woman—the perfect pair; however, the morning after proves you otherwise because he, now, looks at you with hearts for eyes and steel for a dick . . . inspired by this 𓏵‧₊˚ ┊
🗒️: changed up the layout a lil cz it was a bit hard to read ++ I’m still sick so bully!fratjo x f!reader x “savior”!frato will be out next week (?) probably… I genuinely feel so dead 😭😭 this is just a quick skit-type fic that I whipped up… don’t wanna fall off the algorithm, and I had a VISION LMAO …….. these types of videos take me back to 2020.
Satoru Gojo is silly, weird, and performance-obsessed (leave him) - canon universe
The golden hues of the morning sun hit your peaceful face as Satoru watches you stir from behind. He smiles, brushing his knuckles against your flushed cheek with a gentle grin lingering on his lips as you turn away from the comically large windows of his bedroom.
Not a minute later, your eyes flutter open and are immediately greeted by his own cerulean gaze. It’s unusual to see him without that dark cloth blocking his vision and yet here you are—staring upon two pools that entice you to swim in.
You blink a few times, letting your vision adjust to the environment that seemed a little too bright in comparison to the romantic lighting from last night. Consequently, you yawn a little—much like a kitten… perhaps to seem cuter towards the hulking gentleman right next to your naked body under the navy blue sheets.
He giggles softly.
Not a chuckle. Not a deep laugh that makes you miss the way he made your pussy squelch the night before. A giggle—juvenile and… somewhat adorable.
“Good morning, star shine! The Earth says, ‘hello!’” he greets you with a line from a stupid movie you remember being creeped out by as a child.
Nevertheless, you collect yourself and clear your throat. “Good morning, Satoru,” you smile, which elicits a much larger grin from the snow-locked idiot.
He rolls over—unclothed form out of the comforter. Then, he lifts himself up by the elbows and raises the lower part of his legs in the air like some gushing schoolgirl. In turn, your eyes widen in shock with a tinge of delighted amusement.
“What was your favorite part?” he asks before you can even comment on his stance. His pasty ass cheeks are literally facing the ceiling, and of course, he doesn’t give a fuck. When did he ever?
“What?” you laugh, kind of needing him to backtrack.
“What was your favorite part of the sex? Y’know like position, moments, any critiques, and/or honorable mentions?” he says while sporting a huge, excited grin.
“In detail?” you question, raising an eyebrow at the hunk, who seems entirely serious about quizzing you on his coital performance like all he’s ever received are the coveted A’s or 100%’s.
He shrugs, propping his pretty face atop calloused palms, slightly scarred from over a decade of training. “In detail or if you have a rubric, I don’t really mind, angel,” he winks, tilting his head to allow hand to pinch your cheek as he kicks his feet up in the air—so giddy.
“It was okay…” you shyly reply to his strangely worded inquiry.
“Okay?!” he exclaims in disbelief, “Just okay? Really?”
He pouts, looking at your soft expression like he’s been stabbed in the chest. “Well—um… what was your first impression of me? Why’d you agree to have sex with me on the first date?”
God, he’s so fucking cute.
Before you can answer though, he adds, “You don’t usually fuck guys on the first date, right?”
“Yea—”
“Yay! I’m special!” he celebrates then gives you a suffocating embrace right after. You can barely breathe and so you wheeze, which to him seems like an invitation to pucker up his lips and give you a breathtaking kiss (literally).
Shit—maybe you should’ve listened to Utahime and stayed away from the “stupid white-haired loser.”
Suguru Geto is kind of mean - canon universe
You’re already awake, sitting up on his large bed, utterly embarrassed about the stunts you pulled last night. Meanwhile, right behind you, Suguru stirs awake. You don’t move, a bit afraid of what he may think and unsure of how you’re going to move (without stumbling) past his other followers, who you’re sure are already sat by the stage and roaming about the temple.
Would you be burned at stake for receiving “special” attention?
He turns to where you’re staring at the wall, raising an eyebrow at your still spine. “If you wish to leave, you may,” his voice cuts through the silence, and it makes you flinch.
You look over your shoulder and catch his amethyst orbs, and an involuntary squeak brushes past your lips almost immediately.
Suguru chuckles—deep, as if he were brooding even in his deepest slumbers. “However,” he starts, and for a beat, he pauses, taking in your bare skin. “If you want to stay, I’m more than happy to oblige. My friend and I seem to still be hungry for some monkey pussy,” he rasps, not caring about his crude words directed towards a woman as kind and beautiful as you.
Your cheeks turn bright red under his narrow stare. It makes you feel both uncomfortable and undeniably aroused at the same time.
“I don’t think I can walk, Suguru-sama…” you whisper shyly, thinking of choosing the former option. If you gave him another round, you’re sure your legs would stop working.
He barks loudly, grabbing you by the waist to pull you back onto him, which makes you yelp. “All the more reason to stay, sweet girl,” he rasps, licking a long stripe from the back of your neck to the shell of your ear.
Fuck. You shudder, and it’s like you can feel every ridge and every bump of his long—expert tongue. “I vowed never to do it with your kind after what happened years ago, but you—sweet, innocent—you,” he whispers, and you start to tremble. “You came to the temple, dripping in rainwater, and right then, I wanted to claim you. However, it wasn’t the right time and so I waited,” he coos, “Now, I have you—my perfect little monkey—a pet, perhaps.”
He smirks—wide, and if you were looking at him, you’d think it’s dreadful, “You’re just too fucking adorable to pass up.”
Kento Nanami gives you the absolute BEST aftercare ever - office coworker au
At the crack of dawn, while you’re snoozing and drooling on his perfectly pressed pillow, he’s already up, cooking you a gourmet breakfast that would could rival Gordon Ramsay Sukuna’s cooking.
Short-grain rice is steaming, miso soup with rich dashi is boiling over low heat, expertly broiled yakizakana, soft and smooth silken tofu, and tamagoyaki. The aroma that seeps from his kitchen is delectable, and it’s exactly what wakes you up.
A few moments later, just as he’s about to plate the dishes and kiss you awake, you stumble into the kitchen—eyes barely open, only wearing a white shirt you found in his closet seconds into standing, as firm as you can, on wobbly legs.
“Good morning,” you yawn, rubbing both eyes with two fists like you haven’t quite adjusted to the scenery just yet.
He turns the stove off then turns to you in surprise. Though, he quickly gathers his emotions and offers you a soft smile, walking over to where your legs are shaking on the hardwood floors of his neat apartment.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing up?” he asks while gently guiding you to his couch, his beefy biceps almost swallowing your own as his arms wrap around your shivering form.
“You weren’t in bed, ‘Namin… and—and I smelled food,” you shyly reply, not wanting to seem like a glutton in front of your, oh-so-hot, suitor.
He chuckles—so soft. “Missed me already, pretty?” he teases, kissing the apple of your cheek as you settle onto the plush cushions of the sofa.
“Your food isn’t done yet, but it will be in about five minutes. Would you like me to put on a show while you wait then eat?” he smiles, holding your hands in his much larger ones.
For a hot minute, your eyes wander to his unkept hair, casual attire, and the physique the peeks out of the loose tee. Since when was your blond, nonchalant, yet gentleman bespectacled coworker so hot?
He raises an eyebrow at your silence, “y/n?”
“O—Oh! Sorry, what was the question?” you sheepishly reply to which he shakes his head and laughs.
“Do you want to watch something? Perhaps… something other than my body,” he winks and grins.
You blush profusely at the words that slipped past his usually pursed lips. “I—No! No, thank you!” you respond a little too loud at his very normal question.
He pecks the corner of your lip then nods. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll massage you right after you replenish your energy, yeah? And maybe… we can skip plan B?”
You think you know what his words mean, but all you can do is move your head up then down, agreeing to whatever the fuck he said.
Ryomen Sukuna makes sure that you can never leave him - yakuza au
You’re awoken by a person who seems to be a maid—a woman, maybe a girl—made to serve Ryomen Sukuna, the infamous kaicho, or more commonly oyabun, of Tokyo’s underground operations.
“Good morning, miss,” she greets you quietly as if not even trying to wake you, “I was tasked by my oyaji to bring you to the dining hall by 8:00AM sharp.”
You groan softly, feeling the consequences of whatever you did last night come into fruition. A peculiar sensation rides up your spine, which has you gently scratching your finger, where you feel cool metal, on which sits a gem. Weird.
Fuck, you really shouldn’t have told him that you know how to bounce on cock. That’s all you really remember aside from the fact that you drank way too many “whiskeys? wine?” or “whatever the fuck!” last night.
But anyway, you sit up by the edge of the bed, staring at the beautiful lady that made you question why the kumicho would bed you in the first place. “Do I have to go?” you ask with a neutral tone, hoping you don’t seem stuck up to the soft-spoken maid.
“Yes, miss. I fear my oyaji will be overtly unhappy if you leave abruptly or if you go against his wishes,” she says. After glancing at the clock on the wall, she adds, “It is 7:50AM as we speak, miss. We must head for breakfast now—as to not upset the kumicho.”
She hurriedly helps you dress up into a long, white nightgown. It’s frilly, flowy—something one might wear to look as modest as possible even in the confines of their own bedroom.
The gentle woman combs your hair quickly, yet her touch is a soft as silk. Right after, she dashes with you through the never ending halls, only to suddenly stop before two grand doors.
She looks to her right to glance at the hands on the heirloom timekeeper. 7:59—right on time. Once the clock struck eight, she escorts you through the entryway and you see him—the pink-haired brute in all his glory, already up and ready, wearing a vintage suit with his hair pushed back neatly.
“Sit,” he says as his ruby eyes land on your form.
You don’t feel scared, which is surprising because you should absolutely be terrified. He could have you beheaded, right here, right now, for Christ’s sake!
Without a stutter in your demeanor, you leave the maid’s side and sit at the nearest corner from the kumicho, who’s seated at the head of the long table.
Once you settle down, he fishes for your left hand and intertwines his fingers with your own. He lifts your appendage up and places a tantalizing kiss on the rock that adorns your ring finger—a band you hadn’t noticed until now.
Your eyes widen, but you don’t speak up.
Then, he whispers against your skin, “Try to leave if you must, but I will find you. Hurt me now while I’m yet to be antagonized, your punishment will be easier to accept. Lastly, eat well and stay healthy—your womb will be the room of this organization’s future,” he smiles. And with each threat sentence came a kiss to the rock you don’t even remember acquiring.
Toji Zenin wants you to be his sugar mommy—pretty please with cherries on his big tits? - canon universe
Toji’s been crashing on your couch for two days now! What the actual fuck? You thought you scored a sexy hookup not an unbelievably jacked make-a-wish adult!
He catches you staring at him by the doorway with your arms crossed and that adorable pout. He only smirks like he knows that speech already.
You’re cute and all, but you’re no match for what he’s about to tell you when you explode on him for being a freeloader.
“You’re out of milk, by the way. You should pick a carton up, sweets,” he calls your attention from the couch as he spreads his large thighs on the cushion while his arm hangs on the backrest like it’s its godforsaken right to flex even in a seemingly relaxed state.
“You don’t live here,” you spit over his bullshit.
“Why?” he smirks while changing the channel on your flat screen over and over just to further irritate you. “‘Your cute ass finally gonna throw me out on the streets?”
You roll your eyes in jest even as your face turns the prettiest shade of red.
Finally, you march up in front of him, blocking his view of the television. You cross your arms again, which, really, just works in his favor since your breasts are accentuated by the action. “You don’t live here,” you repeat.
His eyes, as enticing as emeralds, flicker towards the disdainful expression written on your face. “Tell you what,” he starts. “Let me stay, and I’ll fuck ya whenever you want—raw or not, I don’t really mind,” he gives you a shit-eating grin that splits that stupidly attractive scar on his lips.
You mull it over, but before you can reach your conclusion, he speaks again, “You look like the type to let the frustration build up because you lack the time to have fun, so why not have a boy toy like me?”
Toji props you on one of his meaty thighs, massaging the fat of your stomach with one large hand as he leaves a fleeting kiss on the side of your head.
He smells exactly like you. Of course he does. He’s been using your expensive bath essentials.
“I don’t do—that…” you all but stammer.
He laughs, “Oh, please, doll. You can’t even say it.” Then, he adds, “You enjoyed it the other night, didn’t ya?”
You nod.
“It’s not like I’ll fuck you when I deem fit. It’s just like a mutual understanding between us that you can ask me to fuck you whenever you want, and I just get to crash here, got it?”
There’s no fucking way he’s being serious.
Choso Kamo becomes your boyfriend overnight - dealer au
You’re not surprised when your alarm turns off even before you can reach for your phone. You know that Choso’s already awake. You felt him shift an hour ago.
He’s looking down at you with eyes that almost look dead—maybe just dreary. The chocolate-haired guy just stares as if he’s contemplating the secrets behind your existence. Still, it doesn’t bother you.
“Good morning, Cho’~” you whisper so sweetly., wrapping your arms around his surprisingly toned body. You never knew drug dealers were all that until last night.
He snaps out of his trance and greets you back with a sheepish tone, “Good—Good morning…”
“Aw? Are you shy?” you tease, sitting up and letting his sheets fall off your shoulders.
“I’m not—” he immediately tries to defend himself, which doesn’t really work because his voice cracks before he finishes the second word.
You laugh before placing a kiss on his cheek to soften the blow. God, he looks so pretty with his hair down.
“You’re playing with me,” he pouts as you try to stand right after, but your legs suddenly feel like jell-o.
You fall back onto his bed, and he grabs your arm gently. He’s not making you stay, he’s just asking. “You’re going already?” his pout grows deeper—if it’s even possible.
“Well, yeah,” you reply as you shoot him a bright smile. “I need to buy plan B, and I’m meeting my friends at the mall,” you tell him, letting him drag you to the depths of his bed with your back perpendicular to and against his unclothed chest.
“Take me with you,” he murmurs, burying his face against whatever skin you have exposed. “I’d love to meet your friends…” he whispers.
“What?” you snicker at his words, believing they were disingenuous.
“I’m serious,” he confirms. “Then you can meet my brother after the hangout,” he nuzzles into you more as he speaks, “his high school is just a few blocks from the nearest mall to your apartment.”
“Cho, baby, how do you know that?” you raise an eyebrow at the sulking boy.
“I just do…” he breathes, warm against your plump skin.
pairing/characters: bf!jjk men x f!reader | gojo, geto, nanami, yuji, megumi, toji, sukuna
synopsis: your boyfriend's reaction to you calling him your "friend" on camera
cw: suggestive, slutshaming in the sukuna one, both reader and the guys are touchy, established relationship, reverse comfort, husband!nanami not bf, modern au sukuna
wc: 700-1100 each
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ᯓ★ Satoru Gojo
“Just give me a sec,” you mutter under your breath, fixing up your appearance a bit while staring at your reflection on your phone screen.
Satoru’s standing next to you, staring at your reflection as well with a large grin he’s not even bothering to suppress. You were just so pretty to him when you were all excited.
In front of you, two unopened blind boxes sit on the kitchen counter, waiting to be opened.
“‘Kay I’m done. Are you ready?” you turn to him, unable to hold back your smile, way too excited to mess with him.
“Always.” he replies with too much confidence, his grin turning into a smirk.
You nod and turn back to your device, reach out and press record. Once the three second timer runs out, you start talking.
“Okay hi guys,” you start, resting your hands on the counter. “Today me and my friend are gonna be unboxing these snoopy blindboxes from popmart’s new event.” you raise the box up to the camera to properly showcase the packaging.
Meanwhile, next to you, Satoru is frozen, and his grin has been wiped off his face as he stares at you directly instead of your reflection on the screen.
You ignore the holes he’s boring into the side of your head with his eyes, and carry on.
“I’m hoping to get the one where he’s holding a plushie and a blanket— this one,” you show the index of figurines at the back of the box whilst pointing to the one you mentioned. “It’s really cute.” you clear your throat and then turn to your “friend”.
“Tell them which one you wanna get.” you smile up at him innocently.
He furrows his eyebrows at you, bewildered. “What did you just call me?”
Your smile falters a little, almost breaking out into a laugh, but you hold back. “I didn’t call you anything…? Can you just tell them what you want—” he cuts you off.
“Uh, I want my girlfriend to address me correctly for starters.” he puts his hands on his hips, full attitude on.
You feign surprise. “... what are you talking about? We’re just friends.”
“Are you serious right now?” he scoffs. “Just friends?”
You nod silently, as if the answer was obvious.
“Alright then,” he mutters before stepping closer. His hands find your hips and he gently pulls you towards him. He cranes his neck down to be face to face with you. “Do friends do this?” he whispers before your lips meet.
It takes you less than a second to lean into him and wrap your arms around his neck, whilst tilting your head sideways, wasting no time to deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes the seam of your lips before pushing past them. His large palms move behind your thighs so he can hoist you up, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.
With you being lifted up, you both crane your heads accordingly so you’re the one leaning down while he’s reaching up for you, never breaking apart the whole time.
You try to pull away for a brief moment to catch your breath, but he chases your lips immediately, as if to prove a point.
It takes a while for him to finally let you breathe and pull back, his forehead resting against your own.
He’s out of breath, but not as badly as you for whatever reason. “Well? Was that friendly enough for you?” he smiles up at you, proud of himself.
You don’t even have the energy to say anything snarky in response, so you just glare at him.
“Hey don’t look at me like that, it’s not nice. Is that really how you treat a friend?” he teases.
“Okay, enough.” you roll your eyes. “If you use that word one more time—”
“You started it.” he laughs.
You huff, half-annoyed, half-amused, and lean down to rest your head against his shoulder. Tilting your head sideways, you notice that your phone is still propped up and recording.
He follows your gaze and notices it too. He shifts to hold you with only one arm before reaching the other towards your device. You expect him to turn it off or stop the recording, but instead he just holds it up to show you clinging to him.
“Okay turn it off—” you reach for the phone, but he just holds it further away from you.
“I don’t think so,” he coos annoyingly. “I need to show them how you behave with your supposed friend.” he dangles the phone in front of you.
You get off of him, standing on your own two feet again. “You’re so annoying.” you sigh. “I don’t even know why I’m with you sometimes.”
His eyes widen and he suddenly looks at the camera. “You hear that everyone? She just admitted we’re dating.”
“Why’re you getting excited? I literally said I don’t know why we are.” you fold your arms across your chest.
“A win’s a win.” he shrugs and finally turns the phone off, setting it aside. “Besides, I know you don’t mean it.” he pouts and gets all up in your space, unashamed. “Right?” he tilts his head to press a kiss to your cheek.
“Yeah, yeah.” you try to dismiss him. But he just starts peppering your entire face with quick pecks, forcing you to acknowledge him. You flinch away, laughter bubbling out of you at the ticklish feeling. “Toru, stop!”
His hands rest on your waist, keeping you firmly in place so you can’t escape him. “Toru’s pretty good but—” he presses three more kisses across your face. “that’s not what I wanna hear right now…”
Desperate for him to stop, you comply. “Okay, fine! You’re my boyfriend, not my friend, I admit it. Now let me go–”
He finally stops—not before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips though–and pulls away to look down at you. “That’s what I thought.”
ᯓ★ Suguru Geto
You’re currently standing in between Geto’s spread legs. He’s sitting on top of your toilet, using it as a makeshift chair for the occasion. You had insisted on doing his skincare and recording it.
It didn’t take him much convincing, as he was glad to make you happy.
You stare at the skincare products lined up on your sink next to you, and then look back down at him. “I’m gonna start now, ‘kay?” you ask, and he nods silently, a serene smile on his face. Unaware of the stupid prank you were about to pull on him.
You reach for your phone propped up against a bottle of shampoo on the edge of your bathtub and press record. “Okay hi everyone—” you cut yourself short to reach for his jaw and make him face the camera. “Say hi.”
“Hey,” he drawls, lazy smile on his lips.
You let go of his face. “Today, I’m gonna be doing my friend’s skincare.”
His smile falters just a bit, and his eyebrow raises at the word friend. Did you really just call him that?
You turn away from the camera to reach for the first product and open the lid, facing the camera again. “Alright so for the first step, we’re gonna use a cleanser.” you gently splash his face with a little water, and apply the cleanser.
Noticing the lack of reaction from him, you push further. “While I’m doing this, I’m gonna tell you guys how I met my friend Suguru here.” you add, still applying the cleanser and gently scrubbing it over his face.
His expression turns into one of amusement. It seemed like you were serious about this.
Two can play that game.
“A mutual friend introduced us at a new year’s eve party,” you start telling your story. “And I—” your words are cut short when you feel his hands find your waist, his thumbs rubbing your skin through the fabric of your top. You give him a surprised look, a little flustered.
He feigns innocence however and quirks an eyebrow. “You were saying?”
You clear your throat before continuing. “Um, I was saying… I thought he was pretty intimidating with his piercings and long hair.” You manage to regain your composure.
He scoffs. “Me? Intimidating?”
“Yes, you.” you nod. “You were all—” you go speechless once again when his fingers slip under your shirt. He leans closer, resting his chin against your stomach under the pretense of giving you better access to his face. But you know of his true intentions.
“I was all what?”
You refuse to let him win however, and ignore your rapidly beating heart, reaching for the wet towel you prepared. You start wiping the cleanser off, and he maintains eye contact the entire time. Determined to make you break.
“You were all… tall, dark and brooding.” you finally answer, your voice coming out weaker than intended. You put the towel away and reach for a serum. “Okay now we’re gonna apply this serum to make his skin glow.” you show the product off to the camera.
Using the dropper, you apply drops of the serum on his forehead and cheeks.
This time, he closes his eyes as you spread the cool liquid across his skin. “Aren’t you gonna finish your story?” he whispers.
You ignore the flutter in your stomach caused by the deep timber of his voice, and continue. “Right, um—” you clear your throat. “But then we actually spoke to each other and I realized he wasn’t that bad.”
“I wasn’t 'that bad'?” he teases, his fingers moving slowly to lift the hem of your top.
Your eyes nearly bulge out of your eye sockets, but you contain yourself. “I… yeah—”
“I wasn’t aware you initially thought so lowly of me.” he finally lifts the fabric high enough to reveal your stomach. Still being gentle, he starts pressing tender kisses to the exposed skin.
Your knees almost give out at the sensation. “What are you doing?!” you whisper-yell.
He looks up at you while continuing to pepper kisses to your stomach. “I’m being friendly.” he teases, mockingly accentuating the word to draw attention to it.
Your hands move to brush his hair back, the dark inky strands tangled with your fingers. You wanted to pull him away by force, but you couldn’t find it in you. Not when he was handling you so lovingly.
“Suguru…” you sigh out, almost out of breath from holding in your emotions so much.
“Mhm, what?” he whispers against your plush skin, too occupied with worshiping it to look you in the eye. “Aren’t you gonna tell them how we became friends?”
“I…” you stammer, feeling heat pool in your stomach.
“You should also tell them the story of our first kiss,” he whispers tenderly, his hands moving to grab at the waistband of your pants. “And don’t forget to mention how much of a mess you were. Your pupils were all dilated and you were out of breath and…” he pulls away to finally meet your eyes again.
You were a flustered mess right now, and he only smirked at the sight.
“... yeah. Exactly like that.” he moves carefully to press a slow and painfully lingering kiss to your abdomen. “So beautiful,” he whispers against your skin.
Your hands move to brush the remaining hair strands out of his face.
At your silence he pulls back. “Go on. Tell them how much you loved kissing your friend.”
You roll your eyes despite your rapid heartbeat and blushing cheeks. “Okay, I get it.”
He chuckles in response. Unable to stop yourself, you laugh with him. Silence settles in for a while, and you hear the recording end itself, having reached the ten minute limit.
You both eye the phone at the same time, and then look at each other.
“... do you still wanna do your skincare?” you question tentatively.
His grin widens. “I’d rather do something else, if I’m being honest.”
“Me too.” you reply, all too quickly, and sigh with relief.
He chuckles once again. “Thought so.” He stands up to his full height, towering over you. “Do you know what I wanna do right now…?” he asks, hands moving up from your waist to cradle your face.
“What?” you mumble back, leaning into him.
“Promote myself from friend to boyfriend again.” His lips meet the juncture of your neck and shoulders. He sucks at the skin for a bit before releasing it and licking the marking to soothe the ache.
“And… how are you gonna do that?” your grip on his shoulders tightens.
He pulls back but rests his forehead against your own. “I’d rather show you than tell you. No point in wasting time.” he looks at you for approval, but you only swallow the lump in your throat. “Look at how eager you are… I take that’s a yes?”
You nod, and he only laughs in response.
ᯓ★ Kento Nanami
You and your husband were currently sitting at your dining table, next to each other, with your phone propped against a glass of water you had on standby. In front of you sat a pretty box containing different pastries. It was from a nearby bakery that had opened recently.
And as always, you two had to try it out. This time, however, you insisted on recording your reactions and reviews of the sweets.
It had taken a lot of convincing, but he accepted in the end.
“I’m gonna start now, alright?” you reach for the record button, buzzing with excitement.
“Go ahead.” he muttered, leaning on the table with his elbows, dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms.
You press on the button and pull back to hold the box. “Alright hello everybody, today we visited this new bakery in town and grabbed a couple pastries.” you show the box off. “I’m here with my friend Kento. Kento say hi,” you turn to him, smiling brightly.
His poker face instantly morphs into a scowl as his eyebrows furrow. He meets your gaze with a glare.
“What’s wrong?” you feign ignorance.
He stares at you in silence for a while. “...Friend?”
“Yeah…?” you eye him skeptically, as if he was the one behaving weirdly. “Anyway,” you turn back to your phone. “We’re gonna be tasting all of these and giving our review for each of them.”
Meanwhile, he’s glaring daggers at you the entire time. Still not over the fact you called your husband your “friend”. He sighs heavily, rubbing the lower half of his face in his palm and keeping it there, resting his chin in his hand.
You ignore him, and open the box, showing off the pastries inside. “I’m excited for the cinnamon roll, what about you?” you turn to him again.
But he’s already looking at you, no, side-eyeing you. And although you can’t fully see his face, you can tell he’s frowning beneath his palm. It takes everything in you to not burst out laughing.
Once he notices the corners of your lips twitching, he speaks up, voice rough and tired. “You beg me to make a video with you, only for you to pull another one of your pranks.” he states calmly, not needing to do much for the absurdity of the situation to become evident.
You almost lose your composure, but reign it in. “What prank?” you continue playing along.
He looks at you incredulously, as if he can’t believe you’re still going. The two of you stare at each other in silence, and you move to carry on and talk to the camera again, but he stops you.
“Turn it off.”
You freeze. “What? Why?”
“Re-take it and introduce me properly,” he explains. “I didn’t spend months planning a proposal for you to introduce me as your friend.” he crosses his arms over his chest.
You can’t take it anymore once you see his visible frown now. It almost looks like a pout. Laughter escapes you, and you reach across the table to turn your phone off and stop the recording.
He only sighs, exasperated with a little mix of relief. His tense shoulders instantly relax when he feels you lean against him, however. His heart melts at the sensation of your chest vibrating with laughter as he looks down at you. He tries—he really does—to keep a stern look on his face, but he fails. The subtlest smile forms on his lips.
Your hand finds his chest, right above his heart. “I’m sorry for teasing you.” you coo before pressing a kiss to his neck. Pulling back, you look at your hand resting against him, and the shiny jewel on your ring finger.
He seems to follow your gaze, and lifts a hand to rest it atop your own. Leaning down ever-so-slightly, he noses at your hair before whispering in that deep voice of his.
“No, you’re not.” he kisses the top of your head.
“Hm… you’re right. I’m not.” You chuckle once more. “But that’s because I know you’ll forgive me.”
He shakes his head and sighs. “I shouldn’t let you take advantage of my patience like this.”
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry, truly.” You raise your head to face him properly. “How can I make it up to you?”
He stares at you for a moment, his eyes traveling back and forth between your own. “You could start by addressing me correctly.”
Your eyes soften, and your smile widens. “My dear husband Kento.” you murmur.
The warmth from his palm emanates onto your own, as he takes it and brings it to his lips for a soft kiss. “My dear wife.” he whispers back, forehead pressed against your own.
ᯓ★ Yuji Itadori
You sit down on your carpet, phone in hand. Yuji’s already sitting down beside you, smiling at you expectantly. He looked so excited. Poor him.
To his knowledge, the two of you were about to play Never Have I ever, and film it for a tiktok.
But you had ulterior motives.
“Okay, are you ready?” You ask him, propping your phone up on the coffee table in front of you.
“Yeah!” he nods once, affirmatively.
You lean forward, press record, and regain your position. “Hi guys, today we’re gonna play Never Have I ever.” you wave at the camera. “I have my friend Yuji here with me.”
Yuji’s lazily leaning back against his palms, before he lifts a hand up, throwing up a peace sign at the camera. Until he replays your words in his head.
You ignore him and carry on, but he doesn’t even let you have the time to speak.
He springs forward in an upright sitting position and whips his head to the side to look at you. “Wait what’d you say?” he looks at you stunned.
You fake ignorance, and look at him like he’s crazy. “... Um, I said we were gonna play Never Have I ever?” you quirk a brow at him.
“Nonono—after that. What did you… what’d you call me?” his eyebrows furrow.
“My… friend?”
He blinks at you a couple times. “Why.”
You chuckle dryly. “What do you mean ‘why’? Because you’re my friend, that’s why.” you scoff, like the answer’s obvious. “Anyway, let me continue—” you turn back to your phone, but he’s quick to cut you off again.
He twists his torso to come in between you and your phone, effectively forcing himself back in your field of vision. “Uh, I’m also your boyfriend.”
A small smile almost breaks out on your face, but you contain it. “No you’re not. What are you even saying?” you lift a hand to push his face away from you as he’s completely invaded your personal space. “Guys please ignore him, he gets weird sometimes.” you speak to your imaginary audience.
“Hello?!” he shouts, bewildered and wide-eyed. “I swear she’s lying! Look, look—” he leans in to press a quick peck to your cheek. “If you weren’t my girlfriend you wouldn’t—”
“Gross.” you wipe the spot he just kissed dramatically, feigning disgust. When you look up again to meet his eyes, you find that they’re wide open, and that his lips are parted.
“—like that...” he finishes his previous sentence and stares at you, still in shock.
You roll your eyes and attempt to dismiss him. “Can we just finish the video please?”
He huffs, a little frustrated but determined. You look away to face the screen again, but when you blink, you find yourself lying on the carpet.
He has you pinned down, one hand firmly planted on either side of your head. You blink up at him repeatedly, taken-aback. He’s staring back down at you with a hesitant look in his eyes.
“... Did I do something? Is that why you’re mad at me?” his eyebrows knit together tightly. “I’m sorry.”
“Yuji… I’m not mad.” You’re still a little shocked, but your hands find his waist regardless, your muscle memory kicking in. They caress him up and down through the fabric of his shirt.
He falters, burying his head in your neck for a moment to breathe you in, a shiver running down his spine as you continue your gentle touches. He pulls back to look at you again. “Then why are you treating me like a stranger.” he remarks, rather than asking.
You chuckle softly. “It was supposed to be a prank. I saw it on tiktok.” one of your hands moves up to caress his hair.
He sighs in relief at your words, and finally drops his weight onto you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His hands lift from the carpet to wrap around your form. “... Why do I fall for your pranks everytime?” he mutters against your skin, the feeling ticklish. But you can tell the question is more directed at himself than at you.
“I don’t know why either.” you laugh, the vibration of your chest against his soothing him. A beat of silence passes by, your laughter dying down.
He lifts himself above you just enough to be able to speak and look at you. “So… I’m still your boyfriend?” he asks, his voice coming out a little too weak for his liking.
You cup his face, tracing his scars with your thumbs. “Of course you are.”
His eyes dart back and forth between your own. “Say it… please,” he murmurs.
You stare at him longingly, before bringing his face down to kiss him. “My handsome boyfriend.” you chuckle against his lips.
He basks in your affection and reassurance, melting in your embrace as he leans down. “I love you,” he whispers, desperately chasing your lips with his own.
You make a few attempts at breaking away to catch your breath, but he doesn’t let you. “Okay, okay—” you giggle into his mouth “I love you too,” you put your hands on his shoulders to push him away, struggling in doing so. “But can you let me breathe for a moment?”
“You can breathe later. This is what you get for pulling a prank on me.” he mumbles before leaning down again, earning more giggles from you.
It’s especially funny to you because he almost reminds you of a clingy puppy who refuses to stop licking its owner.
But he doesn’t care how he looks, or how ridiculous he sounds. All that matters to him in this moment is having you in his arms.
ᯓ★ Megumi Fushiguro
It was currently pretty late in the evening, 11pm to be precise. You and Megumi had decided to stay up late and keep each other company.
He’d decided to rearrange his bookshelf before going to bed. According to him, it wasn’t organized well enough, and he insisted that “the mess stares at me when I’m trying to sleep.”
Meanwhile, you were right next to him, sitting at his desk, getting ready for bed.
This time around though, you decided to stir things up a little.
So you propped your phone in front of you against a random box you’d found nearby, and angled it in a way that made it possible to see your boyfriend beside you.
You contain your smile as you watch his form on your screen, blissfully unaware of the stupid prank you were about to pull on him.
You brace yourself for a moment before finally pressing the record button.
“Hey guys, get unready with me while I tell you about my day.” you wave at the camera.
Beside you, Megumi raises an eyebrow and throws you a quick glance before returning his attention to his books. He was used to you making little video diary entries.
But before you continue, you add “Oh—please ignore my friend in the background.” you wave your hand, as if shooing him away.
This time, he doesn’t throw you a quick glance, he glares down at you.
You ignore the holes he’s drilling in the back of your skull with his eyes, and barely contain your laugh. But you’re already smiling. “Um, so, anyway… I went out shopping today and—” you cut yourself short when you notice he’s still staring at you. His gaze is just as dark and intense as before, and he hasn’t moved an inch.
You slowly turn to look back up at him. “... do you mind?” you try your best to sound annoyed, but the smile is audible in your voice.
His eyebrows furrow further, as if in disbelief. “Are you serious?” he asks quietly, his eyes momentarily landing on your phone before returning to you.
“What do you mean?” you tilt your head, feigning innocence.
He deadpans at you, before shaking his head and turning back to his books. “Forget it.”
You do the same and return to making your video. And for the rest of it, he doesn’t look at you again.
You end it, turning your phone off and setting it down flat on the desk before standing up and stretching.
He’s still tending to his books, his back facing you. Although you can’t see him, you can imagine him pouting.
Stepping towards him, you wrap your arms around his waist and look up at him. “Megumi…”
He ignores you, switching two books around.
“Why’re you being so grumpy?” you lean against his shoulder.
You hear him click his tongue. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.” you press a kiss to his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
His eye twitches, before he sets the book he’s holding down. He tilts his head to the side ever-so-slightly to look at you, before looking away again. A moment of silence passes before he speaks.
“... I thought you were fine with us being public now.” he mumbles.
Your smile drops. “What?”
Thinking you didn’t hear him, he dismisses you. “Nothing. Nevermind.”
You pull back but keep a hand on his arm as you step around him, wanting to face him properly. “Megumi, I am fine with us being public. Everyone knows we’re together. And I want them to know.”
His narrowed eyes meet yours. “Then why’re you calling me your friend in your video?”
“It’s a prank Megumi.” you reach up to cup his face. He doesn’t pull away.
His eyes widen just a bit. “... a prank.” he repeats, a little surprised.
“Yes, a prank—well, a tiktok trend, actually.” you respond. “But I’m realizing now it was stupid. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it seem like…” you trail off.
“Like you’re embarrassed of me?” he scoffs.
Now you’re the one with wide eyes. “No! God no,” you shake your head. “That couldn’t be further from the truth.” you lean up to press a kiss to his cheek. A tender and slow one, to let him know you meant it.
You notice the way his previously tense shoulders relax, and the way his eyes flutter close when you kiss him.
“I love you.” you mutter. “I promise it was just a stupid prank.”
He stares down at you, eyes half-lidded and lips parted. He’s always had a hard time believing praise directed at him. But you made it hard not to.
Leaning forward, you kiss him again, near the lips this time. “Do you wanna make another video? I’ll introduce you properly this time.”
He looks down at you, a little curious, but he doesn’t want to let it show. “... do what you want.” he ends up grumbling.
You smile again, squeezing him before reaching for your phone.
When you come back to him, you speak again. “Should we talk about that kid who threw a tantrum when you grabbed the last bag of chips earlier at the convenience store? I didn’t mention that in my video earlier.”
“Yeah ‘cause you conveniently left me out of your story.” he rolls his eyes.
“I’m sorry, okay? I’m making it up to you right now.” you chuckle.
“Fine. But you do the talking.”
You beam up at him before nodding. “I’m gonna start recording now, okay?” you open your phone and the camera app.
“Wait.” he interrupts.
You turn to him. “What?”
He stares at you in silence before leaning down, his lips meeting yours. “... I love you too.” he whispers.
ᯓ★ Toji Fushiguro
The two of you are standing in the middle of your now open living room. You made sure to move some of the furniture out of the way for the occasion.
“What occasion?” you may ask. The answer to that would be simple: you’d decided to challenge your boyfriend by making him do 50 pushups with you sitting on his back, and record it.
He didn’t seem too keen on the idea until you started taunting him and saying he wouldn’t be able to. He knew you didn’t mean it, and he wasn’t insecure by any means. But it wouldn’t hurt to prove you wrong.
Hence why you were now setting up your phone on your tv console.
“You ready?” you glance back at him momentarily.
He folds his arms over his chest and hums in response.
You press record and back up to be next to him. “Alright, hi everyone. Today I thought I’d challenge my gymbro friend by doing 50 pushups with me on top of him!” you clasp your hands together, masking your giddiness to prank him with simple and innocent excitement.
His smile drops slightly, and he raises an eyebrow. More so in confusion than anything else. He stares down at you for a moment, waiting for you to correct or explain yourself. But when you don’t, and he notices the small hint of mischief in your smile, it clicks. He lets out a huff that almost sounds like a laugh before shaking his head.
At the sound of his reaction, you turn to him. “Is something wrong?” you pry, hoping he’ll bite.
But he doesn’t. He’s played these games before with you, and he knows exactly what to do. “No. Carry on.” he lifts a hand to gesture towards your phone.
You furrow your eyebrows. Did he miss you calling him a friend?
“... what’re you waiting for, buddy?” he urges, drawing the nickname out.
No. He definitely didn’t miss it.
Fine. Be that way.
You look back at the camera. “Okay, we’re gonna start now.” You step aside to give him space on the carpet.
He slowly drops down to his knees, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time, lazy smirk plastered on his face in mockery. Leaning forward, he places his palms flat on the ground on either side of his head, and straightens his legs behind him in perfect form. He’s not moving much yet, but you can already see the way the muscles of his back are contracting through his long sleeved black shirt.
“I thought you wanted me to do pushups, not a plank?” he speaks. “You gonna stand there all day or what?”
You almost roll your eyes before stepping closer and squatting down, making yourself comfortable on your new seat for the next couple of minutes. You lift your feet off the ground, sitting in a cross-legged position on his back.
“Okay, three… two… one… start!” you give him a light pat on the shoulder.
He descends on cue, and brings himself back up with ease, a dry chuckle escaping him.
“That’s one, two, three, four,” you count them, resting your face in your hands as you stare down at him with a grin.
He stays quiet, too focused on maintaining his form to speak. His pace doesn’t slow down.
“Make sure you go aaall the way down, ‘kay?” you nudge the back of his neck with your finger.
Another chuckle escapes, and this time he breaks the silence. “I was stupid for thinking you’d play fair,” he huffs, making sure to go lower this time. Even though he didn’t need to, considering he was already going low enough.
You feign innocence. “I am playing fair, what do you mean?”
He simply sighs (although it ends up sounding like a grunt), too exasperated to argue with you.
A minute passes, and he finally achieves his 50th pushup, ending it by holding himself up in a plank.
You get up and off of him, clapping while doing so. “Wow, I’m impressed. I thought you wouldn’t be able to do it.” You rest your hands on your hips. He moves to stand up as well, but you face away from him, and look at your phone instead. “What do you guys think? Should we make it a hundred next time?”
Toji laughs behind you, the sound raspy and deep.
You tilt your head to look up at him. “Think you can handle—” you start but are immediately cut off.
He silences you by pressing his lips to your own. His large and firm palms that were previously supporting his entire body weight, along with yours, have now wrapped themselves around your waist as he pulls you back towards him.
You let out a gasp, the sound muffled from him still not letting go. On the contrary, he deepens the kiss when you instinctively tilt your head back, your body betraying your will and instead obeying muscle memory. He breaches the seam of your lips with a heavy swipe of his tongue, unashamedly taking up space.
You try to fight it off at first—you really do. But it eventually becomes too much to bear.
The way his muscles had twitched and moved consistently as he moved up and down, carrying your body weight with ease. The thin line of sweat trickling down his nape and disappearing behind the collar of his dark shirt. The way his words had come out as grunts and groans while he spoke.
You couldn’t hold back anymore.
You pull away just enough to be able to turn around and face him properly, wrapping your arms around his slightly damp neck.
He moves in tandem with you, his hands now finding your lower back instead. They apply pressure against it, forcing you to arch into him. A small chuckle rumbles through his chest at how easily you comply.
If you weren’t feeling so hot and bothered right now, maybe you would’ve teased him back, or scolded him for mocking you.
He doesn’t take long before picking you up and placing your legs around his waist, without breaking the kiss. He turns around to make his way to the couch.
When he spins, your eyes open just enough to notice the phone still recording behind him. You pull apart, breathless.
“Toji—the phone,” you pant against him, forehead resting against his own. “Go… turn it off.”
He’s equally as winded, but looks back to glance at the device for a moment, before turning back to you. “... no,” he huffs, a smirk slowly forming on his lips.
You narrow your eyes at him, a little confused.
“Let them watch,” he whispers against your skin. “Want ‘em to see I’m not your friend.”
You stare down at him with wide-eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks, turning you even more red than before. You’re flustered, sure. But not completely opposed to the idea.
“I’ll take that silence as a yes.” he chuckles before laying you down on the couch.
ᯓ★ Ryomen Sukuna
What could possibly convince Sukuna to make a tiktok with you?
You’d put a lot of thought into it. And after mulling it over, you finally got an idea.
The two of you were currently standing in your kitchen, in front of your phone.
“I’m gonna start now,” you quickly glance at him.
He just grunts in response.
You press the button to start recording. “‘Kay hi guys, today we’re gonna tell you things people do that we hate.” You clasp your hands together. “This is my friend Sukuna by the way.” you point to him besides you, barely containing your smile.
He slowly turns his head to look at you, visible disgust and disbelief on his features.
You ignore the daggers he’s throwing at you with his gaze, and carry on.
“I’ll go first, I hate it when people are slow walkers.” and you turn to him again. “Your turn.” you put a hand on your hip, the other resting against the edge of the counter.
He’s staring back at you, thick and dark eyebrows tightly furrowed into a scowl, lips sealed into a line. Clearly, he’s not amused.
“Something wrong?” you tilt your head, feigning innocence.
His disbelief grows at your insolence. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Huh? No…”
He stares at you in silence for a few seconds, trying to discern whether you were doing this on purpose or not. But the second the corner of your lips twitch, he knows.
“Turn it off.” he commands, voice calm and steady. But you can tell he’s barely holding on by a thread.
“What? Why?” the hand that was resting on your hip falls to your side instead.
He doesn’t bother explaining, instead opting to grab the phone himself and turning it off.
“Hey! What are you doing—” you reach up to take your phone back, but he holds it even higher.
Seeing you drop your clueless act, he smirks and a scoff escapes him. “Teaching you a lesson since you wanna act like a brat.”
“Okay, fine I get it—Lesson learned.” You roll your eyes. “Can you give me my phone back now?”
“No I don’t think you do.” He keeps your phone suspended in the air. “I’m not your friend.” he stares down at you with narrow eyes.
You deadpan at him. “Yeah, I know—”
“Why’d you call me your friend then?” he steps closer, invading your space. You step away, your back hitting the counter. He takes the opportunity to corner you, his hand finding your waist. He holds you firmly in place, not letting you squirm away.
With him coming closer and closer, he starts engulfing your entire field of view. Your voice comes out weak and stuttery. “I.. It was just a prank,” you mutter.
“Oh, a prank.” he repeats amused, before setting your phone down somewhere behind him, freeing his hand of it so he can better hold you. “So you think you’re funny? Is that it?” his hands slip under the hem of your top, traveling up your sides.
“I—” you start, but your words are cut short when his lips find the sweet spot underneath your ear, making your eyes flutter shut.
“You know what’s really funny?” he murmurs in-between kisses. “How easily you fold.” he pulls back enough to stare you up and down. He doesn’t miss the way you’re slightly out of breath, the way your knees are shaking, or the way your eyes are half-lidded. “... It’s pathetic.” he adds.
At his snarky remark, you manage to regain some composure, and throw a glare at him.
He chuckles dryly at your retort. “You’ve still got some fight left in you, huh? I should probably do something about that.”
Before you even have the time to respond, his lips are on you again, silencing you. You’re still annoyed at him, but you can’t find it in you to push him away. And he knows that.
“Is this what you do with your friends? You make out with them?” he groans out. “Didn’t take you for a whore.” His laugh echoes through your mouth.
Your hands finally move from grabbing the counter to tangle in his hair. You pull roughly at the strands, half the reason being to scold him, and the other half being because you knew he liked it. The harsh tug earns you a grunt from him as his head is pulled back.
He looks down at you, pupils dilated. Leaning forward, and letting his forehead fall against yours, the two of you regain your breaths in silence for a bit. He seems to be deep in thought, but you don’t pry, instead letting him speak for himself.
“... I’m not your friend, got it? Don’t say shit like that again.” he mutters, his voice coming out quieter and softer than intended.
You almost pitied him. Almost.
“Prove it, and I promise I won’t call you that again.” you whisper back, your hand moving to rest atop his head.
Heat rushes to his cheeks, but his gaze remains focused, having understood the message. “You’re a brat, you know that?” he spits out again, amused by you taking advantage of his rare moment of vulnerability.
“And yet you’re still getting on your knees.” you grin, watching him lower himself to the ground in front of you, your hand still braced in his hair.
“Yeah, yeah. Shut up.” He rolls his eyes before his hands find your hips in a steady hold. “Now open up.”
You chuckle, which unsurprisingly pisses him off more, but you comply anyway.
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a/n: the sukuna one is bad, but I didn't wanna leave him out. let's just ignore it pls and thank yewwww
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I’m on my knees begging for random texts w Nanami pls pls pls pls pls your Nanami fulfills ESP. Nanami w desi reader my soul my heart my everything my firstborn would be yours
random texts with husband! nanami kento
cw: established relationship, lowercase intended and spelling errors may occur
notes hi my beautiful mootie this is like 8 month's late but I DID IT!! this is kinda sucky but i had ideas and i needed to use theses ss cus im changing phones tonight maybe ill come buck and redo it
next post will be self indulgent to minecraft yet again because its all ive been doing BTW requests will be answered by next week!!!
part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii
open appreciation related fics/drabbles: introductions
context you're Nanami's annoying, younger neighbor turned best friend. you just met all of his other friends for the first time at a party, leaving them with a lasting impression.
warnings/disclaimers everyone is aged up 18+ / suggestive content / crude lang. / encroaching NSFW territory / pictures are not mine / i do not use ai, but if you notice a pic i use repeatedly is ai, pls lmk / reverse harem
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Your boyfriend works so hard, between his office job and occasionally helping out at Jujutsu High it never feels like he gets a break. So on weekends when he’s laying on the sofa, a mug tea on the table next to him, his legs outstretched and his book in hand it’s just so easy to slip between thighs and melt with him.
It always starts with you resting your head against his stomach, hands rubbing up and down his sides softly as he turns a page. He doesn’t speak to you, only acknowledging you when he feels you slide lower, your lips pressing against his clothed cock. “No-“ you reach up and swat at his chest, “keep reading. Just ignore me.” But he can’t— and you know he can’t. You feel him harden beneath your cheek as you hum, kissing him through his sweats as his eyes try and focus on the words he’s reading. Only when you pull his leaky cock from its confines does he lose his place, teeth sinking into his bottom lip with a hiss of pleasure.
“Dammit—“ he groans when you stop, lips hovering over the tip and eyes gazing up at him mischievously. “Keep reading, Ken. I just want you to relax.” But how can he?
His brain is fried, he’s rereading the same sentence over and over and over as you swallow him down. Your nose is pressed against his blonde patch of hair and your hand gently massages his heavy balls. You just can’t help but moan around him, love and devotion fueling your actions. You love seeing him melt after a long week. He tosses his book to the side and before you can pull off his hand is fisting itself into your hair, keeping your wet mouth wrapped around him as he pumps warm sticky cum down your tight throat.
Your lips are glossy when you slide back up the length of his body, a giddy smile on your face as you watch him fight to catch his breath.
“Do you feel relaxed yet?” You giggle as he cracks open an eye, a smile of his own tugging at his lips.
a short drabble of kento nanami indulging in wax poetic about you
a/n: first actual post I'm a bit nervy ;-; also why is there so much work to make your posts look pretty??? felt like my head exploded a little lmao but I hope you'll like it!
The phone didn't even ring for 2 seconds before Kento answered. He didn't even have to look at caller ID because everyone was mute except for you.
A gruff hello escapes his lips and into the speaker. It makes you giggle a tiny bit because you can already picture him sitting on his couch attempting to watch The Great British Bake Off while fighting the sleep on his eyelids. He should go to bed and you did tell him multiple times that he does not have to wait for your call. However, he is quite the stubborn one, especially when it comes to you.
"Hi Ken," you softly whisper, "You sound tired. I could've called tomorrow morning if you were."
"Hmmm, I don't think I would've like that. I need to hear you at least once a day, even if you have a night out with your hometown friends." His voice is rich and just a bit raspy, sending shivers down your spine.
"You can survive one day without me, Ken," you playfully muse.
"Don't say that sweetheart, I don't know what I'd do if can't hear your voice even for a second."
His tone was easy but firm. He does not play when it comes to you. It's been so long since he has felt an ounce of peace. Late nights at his god awful bank job crunching numbers that do not look real, an almost bare apartment that's only really been used for it's bed and espresso machine, and a barely existing social life with his friends all being busy doing adult things.
It's that crisis of almost being 30 but not feeling satisfied. Not living it up like the movies he once watched as a kid sort of eats away at him. He worked and sacrificed yet he felt so empty inside. So god forbid when he met you, he didn't want to let go.
You and your soft smile and vanilla scented perfume. The colors of your wardobe fills his eyes of whimsy. The smooth tone of your voice that comforts him just from the way you talk about your interests. That joy and spark in your eye when you want something and you are determined to get it. It all excites him.
You are a welcomed contradiction to his drab life. So please excuse him when he feels just a bit anxious when you're out of his sight for a few weeks. He does not want to go back to that lonesome life he lived before you, he wants your colors and sounds. He misses your heartbeat and the warm touch of your fingertips across his chest. The way you hold his hand, play with his tufts of blonde, and lay your head on his lap are engraved in his mind. He needs it, needs you just as if the world is in ruins if he cannot have you near.
But, he is not a control freak or possessive monster. He knows you have your beautiful life. He sees the dedication you put into your craft, the love you give and receive from your friends and family. A life that was so incredibility built all by yourself prior to him. Kento would never dare to take that away from you. Instead, he respects and admires it.
So in an act of compromise, please just indulge him in at least a phone call a day while of your absence. Give him the grace of your voice for just a couple minutes in a 24 hour frame to give him peace that you, his sweetheart, are still his.
You nibble your bottom lip to fight back a smile before saying, "You can be a bit of a drama queen you know that?"
Kento lets a deep chuckle that makes your stomach do a flip. "I hope that's not a turn off for you."
"No, it's a bit cute."
"So you think I'm cute?"
The late night becomes filled with soft laughter and silly chatter from the two of you. No matter where you are or what you do, Kento is wrapped around your pretty little finger and he wouldn't have it any other way.
a/n: thank you if you read it all the way to the end, I'd love to hear your thoughts :'0
Random thought but it genuinely amazes me how someone will pull a jjk character out of their ASS before they include Yuta. Like guys he isn't even bad what the hell. Every slide show will exclude him but have Hakari like what is life at this point. This is coming from a Yuta lover since DAY ONE i am tiredddd of the slander and hate on his name. Give him more content NOW.
