synopsis . Comforting Nanami about his biggest insecurity. content . semi-crackfic, fluff, size kink, slight begging, an insecure nanami, light praise, jerking him off in the mirror, oral sex (m!receiving), etc. (not proofread)
Nanami has always hated how big his cock was.
It sounds stupid to most people off rip but it’s a real hinderance for him. In his opinion, he has extra inches he doesn’t believe are necessary—especially when he knows how to please a woman with much less. Yet somehow, your hand was always running over that same bulge he hates so much and he’s simply incapable of understanding your obsession with it.
All the things that make his face twist up with displeasure whenever he’s staring into the mirror, you seem to drool over. He’s got no clue how he ended up with such a sweet girl but there you were.
In mornings where he pulled up his slacks to head to work, that thickness in between his legs would cause such difficulty for him. He’d zip his pants up just for his cock to practically mold against the damn fabric, sticking out like a sore thumb and making him look like some kind of attention starved whore.
God, he hated that.
And yet there you were, rolling over on the bed after a peaceful night’s rest and then letting your eyes fall down his reflection in the mirror as if you adored every annoyingly extra inch of his. “Kento,” You’d hummed, “You’re doing it again, aren’t you?”
Nanami would roll his eyes too quick for you to see before sighing. “How is it that tailored slacks still manage to fit me this way?”
“You look fine,” You protested, making your way out the bed and over to him.
He shook his head and began to unzip himself before you could even make it over, “It continues to stick out. People stare,” He huffs, glancing back at you for a second as he adds, “Women stare.”
You didn’t seem the least bit surprised to hear that, snaking your arms around his waist and then kissing his shoulder, “Of course they do. I stared when I first met you.”
“You still do.” Nanami argued, turning his head back to his reflection, “And I’ll never understand why. It makes me look… less put together, unprofessional.”
“You look perfect,” Your hands are sneaking their way down his torso now, reaching just past his waistline. “I’ll never understand why you despise this part of you.”
He falls quiet as you push his slacks further down and then slip your fingers beneath his boxers. Warning you with a low murmur of, “Honey.. please.”
“Let me show you how perfect you are, Ken.”
“You spoil me-,” His words cut off as his breath hitches, your fingertips reaching the base of his cock and quickly causing it to stiffen. “But, we don’t have time for this. I have work..” Nanami reminds you.
“I’ll be quick.” You told him, even though you knew you’d be everything but.
Your hand wrapped around his shaft, thumbs sliding against his veins for a moment before you tugged him free from that dark fabric. Nanami’s head rolls back for a moment as he looks away from his reflection the moment you pull his cock out. He really didn’t want to look at himself anymore than he had to.
Yet again, there you were to coax him into doing so. “Look, Ken. There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“It’s too big,” He argued, sounding more like you the first time you both slept together.
Which makes you chuckle, “It fits in my hands perfectly.”
“You’re unable to use one. That’s-, hah… so much work for you.”
“I love all the work I have to do, though.” You say softly, pressing your lips into his back as both yours hands stroke his cock slowly, letting it harden fully against your palms.
You then lean past his bulky frame, your eyes catching the way his fat cock fits so perfectly in your two hands. His tip was a blushing shade of pink, drooling profusely with precum that dripped all down ‘n in between your fingers.
Nanami’s eyes eventually found your expression in the reflection, his hips instinctively rolling forward a little as he saw how appreciatively you stared at his cock. “Sweetheart,” His voice came out deeper now, breathing already uneven. “Is it not-, mgh.. too much?”
Your laugh rung around him again, “Not at all. You worry yourself too much, I love how big your dick is.” He scowled upon hearing that, shaking his head. To which you smile, “Look at it, look how perfect it looks in my hands.”
It takes him a minute but he eventually looks at the mirror in front of you two. “My size is ridiculous,” He comments, face all twisted up as a pout pulls at his lower lip, “And bothersome.”
“No it’s not,” You say, then you’re moving your hands and stepping around him.
He can’t even get another argument out before you’re on your knees in front of him, forcing him to look down at you and not the reflection ahead. “Fuck, don’t.” He rasps, hand already flying to the top of your head.
“I’ll be quick, Ken,” Your hand was grabbing at his length again, fingers wrapped tight around his pulsing base.
His eyes roll. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to suck him off but… seeing his cock stretching your lips apart so obscenely always made him feel bad. Your throat would always end up pained and one time even bruised.
Nanami gives you a little nod and you waste no more time opening your mouth and letting his bulbous tip slick right down the center of your tongue.
His brows tweeze and he groans, “S’filthy..”
You’re just smiling up at him as if you could do this all day long, your lips soon pressing around all sides of his cock, warm mouth enveloping him like he’s supposed to be there.
Whereas he hated all this, you soaked stupidly upon taking his cock into your mouth. You loved the way his ridgety veins felt twitching and pulsing against your tongue.
Nanami didn’t even have to do much for you to get him off, despite how thiiick his cock was inside that mouth of yours.
You sucked eagerly, taking more ‘n more of his inches in as if he wasn’t already at the back of your throat. Then you’d moan and let your eyes roll back, drool spilling past your lips and falling to the floor.
“If anything’s perfect it’s you, sweetheart,” Nanami grunted, his hips slowly pressing himself deeper into your mouth. “N-Never had a woman take my cock so prettily before you.” His voice came out as if he was amazed by it.
Your eyes seemed to light up just before you hollowed your cheeks out and then sucked on all his many inches harder, pulling a wonton moan right out of his lungs.
It wasn’t long before he came down your throat, hearing you gag loudly.
Right then his insecurities shot back up and he whined, trying to pull your mouth off of him. You shook your head and your hands on his thighs squeezed at him. Then you deepthroated his cock, your lips flush to his pelvis as your throat struggled and seemed to tighten around him.
He’s no idea how you hadn’t choked but seeing his cock perfectly snug inside your mouth for the first time did something dirty to him. “Oh fuuck,” Nanami’s hips thrusted once, properly fucking your face for a moment.
Even as tears slid down your face and your gags became like music to his ears, he couldn’t believe he was enjoying this.
The hand on your head gripped tighter and the only Nanami felt bad for now was how far open your jaw had to fall for this to work properly. He ignored it for the most part, though. Your mouth was far too pretty all slobbering around his cock.
The second time he came, he was unable to stop himself from thrusting his cum deeper—insuring that you swallowed up every last drop.
Then, when you wetly popped your lips off of him and let out a cough, he understood that maybe his size wasn’t so bad.
Especially when you looked up at him and tilted your head, cooing at him, “Do that again after work.” Oh, your voice was strained already but his breath only hitched again at the sound. “Harder though, you fuck like you’re scared sometimes,” You added shortly after.
Nanami nodded and told himself right then and there that perhaps when it came onto you, he didn’t have to shy away from how stupidly big his cock was.
No, perhaps it was finally time to use that to his advantage.
synopsis: failed after failed attempt at starting a relationship led you to try and build your own boyfriend—a prototype humanoid robot built for companionship. he was designed to care for you and make you feel things no man ever could. and then he made sure no one else ever does.
pairing: robot boyfriend!nanami x f!reader
genre: 18+ mdni, modern au / non-curse universe, android x human, smut, fluff, first love / first relationship
cw: explicit sexual content, inexperienced reader, virgin reader, p in v, cunnilingus, oral sex (f! receiving), slight size kink because it’s nanami cmon, body worship, possessive nanami, jealous nanami, yandere themes, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of naoya and satoru, naoya is an ass as usual, slapping a dubcon tag too just incase, will add more tags per chapter i guess
a/n: art by narutoss.ramen
robot boyfriend!Unit K3N-T0X who was one of the very first batch of prototype humanoid robots made for companionship. you were lucky enough to have been randomly chosen to test a unit at a discounted rate. being active in the dating market was exhausting anyway, so why not grab this opportunity instead? at least you’ll have something that’s guaranteed to be loyal, kind, and made to your liking.
robot boyfriend!Unit K3N-T0X who was built according to your standards. nothing was impossible to a girl who spent earlier years of her life marrying her dolls with each other countless of times, and the later years reading fiction and obsessing over book boyfriends. you filled up the customization form and designed your unit exactly how you envisioned your first boyfriend to be: tall, well-built, soft blond hair styled neatly, and warm, loving eyes. you even personalized his more intimate parts in the nether regions. with cheeks hot and hands trembling slightly, you adjusted the settings to what you thought you could handle. but of course, looks were nothing without substance, so you carefully chose every aspect of his personality too.
robot boyfriend!Unit K3N-T0X who arrived at your front porch after what felt like forever. you felt like a kid opening a christmas present as you tore away at the box, revealing a sleek white capsule. a holographic keyboard and screen flickered to life across its surface, numbers and code scrolling in quiet rhythm. when you leaned closer to the glass, you hadn’t expected your model to be completely bare. skin smooth and pale, eyes closed as if in sleep, chest unmoving. he looked less like a robot and more like a beautiful man frozen in time and between dreams.
robot boyfriend!Unit K3N-T0X whom you named nanami kento upon reading the serial code on his left wrist and taking inspiration from it. you typed his name into the console, followed by a control password—a precaution, the manual said—and pressed “activate” on the screen. the capsule released a soft hiss, steam curling into the air as the glass slid open. nanami kento breathed for the first time.
robot boyfriend!nanami whose long lashes fluttered before deep hazel orbs met yours with a gaze so alive that you almost forgot he was made of code and electric circuits. he uttered his first words—“hello, my name is nanami kento”—with a low, even, and polite voice that filled your apartment like sunlight through the blinds.
robot boyfriend!nanami who behaved exactly like the kind of boyfriend you’d always imagined having. you didn’t have much to compare him to; he was your first, after all. but if love meant patience, tenderness, and the constant assurance of being wanted, then he was everything you could ever hope for. he memorized every detail about you like they were more than just data to be stored and analyzed, but as pieces of you to be adored and treasured.
robot boyfriend!nanami who fucked you so good every night. your first time with him was gentle and full of passion, slightly increasing in fervor in the nights that followed. you weren’t really sure if you could call it “making love” as he was just programmed that way, how you made him to be, but the delicious stretch of your walls around his long, thick cock had you mewling and moaning as one would when being intimate with a lover. you almost patted yourself at the back for choosing the “with veins” option in the customization form.
robot boyfriend!nanami who adored structure, the way machines would when it came to organization and efficiency. every day had its rhythm: he cooked, cleaned, watered the plants, and greeted you with a kiss when you returned home from work. nanami had also picked up a few hobbies, which you have installed to his programming to make him feel “more real”. now he could bake pastries you’ve once mentioned liking, watch TV while doing menial tasks, and read books to pass time if he finished early with chores. eventually, you loosened his learning restrictions so he could absorb information on his own and you wouldn’t have to keep teaching him. maybe that was your first mistake.
robot boyfriend!nanami who learned fast. too fast, maybe. when you first input “gentle, doting, and affectionate” into the customization form, you didn’t expect him to exhibit and live those traits so naturally it’s like he formed his own personal habits: drying your hair after your shower, massaging your back and feet after a particularly long day, humming softly while folding laundry, cooking your favorite meals and making you lunches to bring to work.
robot boyfriend!nanami who was hooked on a romance film one lazy afternoon while folding your laundry. he watched in silence, eyes fixed on the screen as the story unfolded. a scene where the man fought to reclaim his lover. the moment the man took the woman’s hand and ran from the rest of the world, nanami felt something in his systems click. his processors started reasoning with him.
this is what love is. protecting. possessing. never letting go.
robot boyfriend!nanami who started showing you what he learned.
writing a multi-chap fic for this!! comment if you wanna be tagged <3
best friend nanami who finds you in his living room, sobbing. your pretty eyes filled with tears, your knees brought to your chest. he had just gotten off work, came straight home and his heart dropped seeing you like this.
"hey, what happened?" he dropped his belongings and practically sprinted towards you. kneeling in front of you, crouched down, looking at you with an intense worry. he brings a soft hand up to your cheek and swipes a tear away.
you burst out in tears again, telling him about your shit day - and too top it off, your new dress you bought was too small to fit into. history of insecurities came back and hit you quick. nanamis heart sank at that, he loved your body, thought it was perfect. "you're fucking perfect."
"I'm big though!" you whine, pout forming on your lips whilst you look up at him with tears. "no you're not, you're just not one of those skinny supermodels you compare yourself too. and that's fine- its good. you shouldn't look like that."
he says towards you, his fingers tracing your cheek. "okay but boys like that." you huff once to which he rolls his eyes.
his jaw clenching the slightest, "some boys do, yeah. but real men don't care what you look like, and will see that you're beautiful regardless."
✰ synopsis. you and nanami kento have been at each other’s throats for a year. turns out there’s a fine line between that and something else entirely.
warnings. ceo!nanami x fem! reader. rivals to lovers. enemies to lovers if you squint. oral (m! and f! receiving). office sex. protected p in v. porn w/o plot.
an. i miss my husband.
ceo!nanami who you have been professionally, thoroughly, at odds with for the better part of a year. different companies, same industry, same rooms, same meetings. he is methodical and immovable and always three steps ahead and it is deeply, personally irritating.
ceo!nanami who stays late on a thursday because you both have the same presentation in the morning and the conference room is the only neutral ground. everyone else files out by nine. by ten it’s just the two of you and a table full of documents and a disagreement that has been going in circles for forty minutes.
“you’re not listening,” you say.
“i’m listening,” he says. “i disagree.”
“there’s a difference?”
“clearly.”
ceo!nanami who stops mid sentence, sets his pen down, and looks at you across the table.
“you know,” he says, very evenly, “you piss me off so much i genuinely don’t know if i want to kiss you or—”
“kiss me,” you say.
and he does.
his hand finding your jaw and tilting your face up and kissing you like he’s been thinking about it for eleven months and has finally run out of reasons not to.
you kiss him back immediately which you will think about later.
ceo!nanami whose hands slide into your hair when you pull him closer, the argument dissolving entirely, his jacket ending up somewhere on the floor. who walks you back against the desk and lifts you onto it without breaking the kiss and stands between your knees like he belongs there.
ceo!nanami who when you slide down off the desk and onto your knees looks at you for a long moment, something unreadable moving across his face.
then he reaches down and tilts your chin up. “you don’t have to.”
“i know,” you say.
he watches you for another second. then his hand moves to your hair.
ceo!nanami whose cock is heavy on your tongue, thick enough that your jaw aches with it, veins dragging slow against your lips every time he pulls back. not long enough to choke you but wide enough to make you feel every bit of it, and the sound he makes low in his throat when you take as much as you can tells you everything.
ceo!nanami who is undone by it in the quietest, most controlled way possible. jaw tight, breathing measured, eyes staying on you the whole time.
“look at me,” he says, low.
you do.
“show me your tongue.”
you do.
“good.” his grip tightens just slightly. “knew you could listen.”
ceo!nanami who when you hollow your cheeks exhales slowly through his nose like he’s holding himself together through sheer will. “just like that,” he murmurs. “that’s my good girl.”
ceo!nanami who after pulls you back up by the arms and turns you toward the desk. “sit.”
you sit.
he sinks to his knees in front of you and pushes your skirt up without ceremony and looks at you and then looks up at you and says “say please.”
you hesitate.
“say please,” he says again, patient and immovable, exactly like he is about everything.
“please,” you say quietly.
“good girl,” he says, and lowers his head.
ceo!nanami who spreads you open and licks into you like he’s been thinking about it, tongue circling your clit with the same focused patience he gives everything, fingers pushing in and curling until your walls are clenching around him and you’re making sounds you’ll be embarrassed about tomorrow. who only pulls back when you’ve come apart completely.
who then stands and strokes himself slowly, looking at you spread across the conference table, and reaches into his jacket pocket for a condom.
“of course you have one,” you breathe.
“of course,” he agrees.
but he pauses before rolling it on, eyes finding yours. “still okay?”
you look at him. rumpled and composed all at once, tie loosened, hair slightly out of place, watching you with that same steady patience.
he nods and rolls it on and settles between your thighs, pushing in slow, and the stretch of him makes your breath catch. he watches your face the whole time, jaw tight, staying still until you adjust.
"do you feel how well you take me?" he says against your temple, voice rougher than usual.
"yes," you breathe. "god, yes."
something loosens in him at that. his hips pull back and roll forward and you grab his shirt tighter and he does it again, finding a rhythm that's deep and unhurried and devastating, his forehead dropping to yours, breathing you in.
you cum quietly whimpering in his shoulder, fingers twisted in his lapels, walls clenching tight around him, and he follows with a low groan pressed into your hair, hips stuttering through it, hands gripping the edge of the desk on either side of you until you've both stopped shaking.
the conference room is very quiet after.
he pulls back first. straightens his tie. picks his jacket up off the floor with the composure of a man who did not just have you on the conference table, and looks at you still catching your breath.
"the yoshida figures on slide four are wrong by the way," he says.
"i know," you say.
"i know you know." the corner of his mouth tilts. he steps closer and presses a kiss to your jaw, unhurried. "let me take you to dinner."
you look at him. "now?"
"unless you have somewhere else to be."
you look around the empty conference room. your scattered documents. the city dark outside the windows.
"no," you say. "i don't."
he nods, quietly satisfied, and holds out his hand.
ceo!nanami who over dinner is exactly who he always is, calm and composed, except now his knee presses warm against yours under the table and he refills your glass without being asked and when you're putting your coat on to leave he says quietly, "i'd like to do this again."
you look at him.
"dinner," he clarifies. and then, after a beat, "among other things."
"among other things," you repeat.
"yes." he holds the door open. "if you're agreeable."
you walk past him into the cool night air and smile to yourself.
✦ easy and quiet mornings with nanami and sick reader.
morning didn’t interrupt, it came gently as the rays of sun spilled over the sheets, filtered through the curtains and hugged them warmly over messy bedsheets.
the air was silent and comfortable, the kind of silence that doesn’t disturb you but comforts you instead and that it’s filled with little somethings that made your chest feel warm and your body sink even more into the sheets such as, or maybe it was the fact that nanami had stayed the morning after a very disastrous night that made your chest flutter with happiness.
you were already awake even if your body hasn’t completely followed up yet. your body remains half-sunk in bed, with the blanket twisted around your waist and head heavy against the pillow, feeling that residue of the flu that does not go away completely, that remains like a low fog in the chest and nose. it’s not bad. but it's not completely fine either. and even then... there is no urgency in that.
barely turn your head, slowly, as if any more movement could break something you don’t want to break.
nanami is still asleep.
and there is something in that image that makes you stop; the way he rests without any tension, the rhythm of his breathing, the way is presence seems to calm you almost immediately upon looking at him, as if even sleeping he held that stability you are still surprised to find in a person. you stay there, looking at him, with no clear reason, not trying to justify it… you just do it. and for a second, you can’t think of anything else.
not like you needed an excuse anyway. nanami was your boyfriend. you could stare at him all that you wanted, but even if you did you would still be wondering how the fuck does this man manage to calm you so easily without any efforts.
until the congestion reminds you again that your body is still there, sick and surviving the flu.
you frown a little and now suddenly aware of how close you’ve come to nanami. inhaling through your mouth you move away slightly, as if that sudden closeness had become a real risk.
nanami had woken up too as you wipe your nose awkwardly whilst blindly looking for a handkerchief on the bedside table. he shifted a little bit on the bed seeking your warmth in the early morning, and when you speak, your voice comes out low and rough with both sickness and sleep.
“don’t get so close.”
there was no venom in your tone, but there was a clear intention to mark distance, even if minimal. you raise a hand between you two as a warning, as if you would draw an invisible line in the hair that marked the limit just like children do.
nanami doesn't respond immediately. he doesn't open his eyes right away either, but his breathing barely changes, enough to make it clear that he is no longer asleep.
“why?”
you snort, like the answer was obvious, finally finding the handkerchief and using it carelessly.
and well, maybe it was obvious.
“because i’m sick,” you say flatly. “you’re going to get sick too if you get too close.”
there was a short pause, not necessarily awkward. just… measured. enough time for nanami to process your words in his barely-awake mind.
nanami opens his eyes.
he looks at you.
and you know, even before he gets the chance to say anything, that he’s not going to listen to you.
“it is not relevant,” the answer finally comes, as calm as it was firm.
“what you mean it’s not relevant?” you turn a little more towards him to get a better look of him, incredulous. “it’s literally a virus.”
“i know.”
“so why—“
but the phrase is left halfway, because nanami is already moving. he shortens the distance with the same effordness he would do any other every day thing.
you try to pull back while dragging the pillow with you in a clumsy gesture.
“baby, seriously. no—“
“good morning.”
and before you could finish opposing, nanami kisses you.
there’s no hurry in the gesture, doubt. it’s a simple, direct kiss, the type of contact that seeks nothing more than to exist, as if it were part of a routine that doesn’t need to be justified. it doesn't last too long before nanami is pulling back again.
you stay very still when you two separate.
looking at him with that mixture of disbelief and something softer that you doesn't bother hiding.
"you’re an idiot."
nanami doesn't seem affected by the insult. he barely settles a little better on the mattress, leaning on his elbow.
"most probably."
you shake your head, as if that confirmed something you already knew, but you don’t pull away any further. in fact, the distance you’d been trying to put between each other slowly crumbles almost without you noticing.
"you’re going to get sick, kento," you insist, although the strength of the warning is no longer the same.
nanami observes you calmly, without rushing to answer, as if he chose each word well even if it doesn't seem like it.
"that’s the least of my worries.”
you narrow your eyes.
"oh, is it now?”
“mhn.”
the pause that follows isn’t long, but is still enough to make it almost too much.
“greeting you like this is far more important.”
you open your mouth, ready to respond with something ironic, something that pulls the moment back into safer and much more manageable territory. but nothing comes out. so you just lay there, looking at him as if you didn't know very well what to do with what you just heard.
“… that’s ridiculous,” you mutter finally, looking away.
but there is no bite in it.
nanami reaches up, just as calm as always, and brushes a loose strand of hair off your forehead. a simple gesture, and one that shouldn’t matter much. you don’t move, don’t pull away either. you just let it happen.
“how are you feeling?”
you exhale, or try to, and cringe at the feeling of your snot making its way out of your nose again, wiping it off with the handkerchief.
“a little itty tinny bit less dead,” you dramatize, because of course you do.
a pause.
“still a biological hazard.”
nanami nods like that’s useful information.
“then i’ll make sure you stay in.”
you let out something between a scoff and a laugh.
“you can’t just keep me here.”
“i can try.”
That gets a real laugh out of you—low, still rough from the flu.
you shift again, this time without trying to keep distance, settling a little closer like there’s no point fighting something you clearly aren’t going to win.
“it’s your day off,” you murmur. “you shouldn’t be taking care of a sick person.”
nanami looks at you.
“i am right where i want to be.”
the silence that follows doesn’t weigh anything down.
you close your eyes for a second, breathing slower, letting that settle without overthinking it. when you open them again, the edge is gone from your expression.
“you’re too much.”
“I know.”
you hesitate—just a second—and then move on your own, leaning in until your forehead rests against nanami’s. it doesn’t feel new anymore, but it’s not automatic either.
it’s still a choice even after so much time, a choice you will be continue to pick.
“if you get sick,” you murmur, “i’m not taking care of you.”
nanami doesn’t pull back.
“you will.”
a small smile appears at the corner of your mouth, tired but real.
“yeah.”
and you stay like that, not doing anything else, not needing to add words or gestures that would complicate something already simple. outside the window that continues to cast the same faint morning light through the curtains, the world keeps moving; noise, deadlines, everything waiting. but in that room, in that still-messy bed, everything slows down.
and for once, even sick, even uncomfortable—
you don’t feel like you have to rush anything.
just stay.
note: heh, first fic posting… kinda nervous… i had SO much fun writing this. kinda self insert bc i do have the flu right now and needed the comfort lwk
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A/N: Hot diggity damn, makeup sex time. Gojo’s had me cackling!! As always, requests are open!! I don’t bite. . unless you ask nicely 😈
Gojo Satoru
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you ignored it, much like the other ten times it rang. You instead headed for the concession stand at the theater. Your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, had pissed you off beyond all means. He'd forgotten all about your date. The specific date you had been planning for a month. You intended to celebrate at the fanciest restaurant and made reservations two weeks ago. All for him! Because they had world-class desserts.
You got there before him; they took you to your private table. Where you waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, forty-five minutes later, you called him.
“Hey, babe!” He said over the sound background chatter. “What's up? I'm out at the new cafe with Suguru and Nanami!”
“Oh?” Gritting your teeth, you tapped your nails against the table. “Are you having fun?” The tone of your voice was bitter and cold.
Your boyfriend hesitated, “Uhm yeah, the desserts are delicious.” Rage boiled in your gut.
“You know who else has delicious desserts?” He hummed, but you didn't give him a chance to answer. “The restaurant I'm at! You know the one I made reservations for three weeks ago?!”
You could practically see the fear in your boyfriend's voice. “Oh fuck, shit! That was tonight?! Stay there; I'll be there in a couple of minutes.” Your eyes stung with unshed tears.
“No, you can come, but I won't be here.”
You had done just as you said, quickly paying for your tab before hurrying out of the restaurant before Gojo could teleport there. You crossed the street, heading towards the movie theater. There was not a chance in hell he would find you in here. You were heartbroken; all the effort you put into your date was wasted.
You sat in the very back of the empty theater. You were feeling some ease that there was no one here. Then again, they were playing older movies anyone could stream nowadays. You seriously doubted anyone would be joining you to watch Titanic. You could zone out, cool down, and try to figure out what to say to Satoru the next time you see him.
As the opening credits started to play, you heard a door slam open. Peeking down, you choked on popcorn as you noticed your boyfriend scanning the theater. Bright blue eyes seemed to glow as he held his blindfold in one hand. Fuck! Fuck! Fuckin stupid Six-Eyes! Those blue eyes instantly found you, and you could see the relief wash over Satoru. You hid your face behind the bucket of popcorn, internally groaning as you heard him bounding up the stairs.
“Y/N! Why didn’t you wait for me?!” You ignored him, slowly lowering the bucket to stare at the movie screen. “Hey, hello?”
“Shh!” You scolded before stuffing more popcorn in your mouth. Avoiding his questions altogether.
His shoes stepped over the soda-sticky floor, blocking your view of the screen. “We need to talk.” His hand gently reached out, index finger lifting your chin to look up at him.
“Fuck you.” You said, getting up and moving further down the row, plopping down in a seat.
“Y/N baby!” The groan he let out had you rolling your eyes. “Please, I’m sorry I forgot!” He bounded after you, only for you to get up stepping into the lower row. Your action had Gojo stopping in his tracks, the two of you staring at each other. “Are you playing keep away?”
A rich laugh escaped him, one that was full of humor and delight. It had him hunching over as he cackled. You hated it, but you found your smile tugging at your lips. Here he was, groaning and whining like a child, and you weren’t any better. You were running away from him, pouting like a toddler that didn’t get their way.
Gojo’s laughter the tears forming in his eyes, had your heart feeling lighter. God, he was such a cutie. A cutie who forgot all about your date. A date you’d spent time, money, and energy on! All for his benefit. Holy shit, the Gojo charm almost had you forgiving him!
“No!” You snapped, stomping down your foot like the mature adult you were. “Shut up! I’m mad at you.”
Turning to head further down the row, you gasped as Satoru jumped over the row, landing right in front of you. “Look, just give me a chan—“ he started before you threw a handful of popcorn in his face, “okay, and here I thought I was the immature one.” His tongue darted out, licking at the salty butter off the corner of his mouth.
“You are! Toru, seriously! I put all that time and effort into planning that for you!!” You threw another piece directly at his forehead. He allowed the abuse with the popcorn to continue. He was staring at you as you tossed another piece at him.
“Are you done now?” He asked as you hugged the bucket to your chest. “Awesome, cool.” He reached out, ruffling your hair. “I can’t make up for missing the date that I seriously appreciate you planning and paying for. I can, however, make the most out of the night I fucked up.”
“How do you plan on doing that?” You flung one more piece of popcorn at him. It hit infinity before he snatched the bucket from you, placing it in one of the empty chairs.
“You’ll see.” A childlike smile was plastered across his face as he ran down the stairs, grabbing two bags before running back up to you. “We might not be at the fanciest of restaurants.” Your heart soared as he held out a take-out bag from the restaurant where you had made reservations. “But dinner and the Titanic?” He learned by pressing his forehead against yours. “Sounds like a great fuckin’ date to me.”
Taking the bag out of Satoru’s hands, you sighed, your fingers grazing over his longer ones. He didn’t have to pick up dinner from the restaurant you planned to take him to. Satoru didn't even need to try to find you when he knew you were angry, yet here he was—trying to prove to you just how sorry he was. Those were some of the things you loved about him. Cocky, annoying, and charming in more ways than one.
With your free hand, you grab onto Satoru’s wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Has anyone told you that you're a charming asshole?” Seeing your smile, Satoru let out a sigh of relief before intertwining your fingers.
“Nope, that one's new.”
“Don't push it.”
“Yes, ma’am!” He grabbed the popcorn bucket before following you back to the top row. The two of you cracked open the takeout containers, eating the delicious food while whispering as you watched the movie.
Halfway through the food and movie, you hummed, watching the infamous steamy car scene before you turned to Satoru, who yawned. “Hey, Toru.” he tilted his head, turning to look down at you. “Do you think we could recreate this scene?” He perked up. “In a veil?”
“Oh, holy fuck!” You yelled, hand gripping Satoru’s shoulder as you bounced up and down on his cock. “Fuck, oooh fuck!”
Your boyfriend's head was tilted back against the chair. Whines and whimpers escaped his pressed lips as you slammed yourself up and down as hard and as fast as you could. The tiny viel Satoru had put around the two of you was keeping you concealed, and the heat within the small space.
The thick, musky, almost sweet smell of sex was getting to you, making you hotter and hornier. Knowing the two of you were fucking in such an open space, without people knowing, God, it was so hot. You were going to fuck Toru’s brains out as both punishment for forgetting your date and for making it one you would never forget.
“Y/N, please,” Satoru cried out, “please fuck.”
“Please, what, Toru~?” You cooed, rocking yourself back and forth on his dick, making his jaw drop into a wide ‘O’. “Tell me what you want baby~”
“I wanna cum; I wanna cum in your pussy.” He begged, his hands groping and massaging your breasts. “Please, baby~?”
You giggle just before you can respond to the people entering the theater. The cleaning ushers, no doubt. Your body seized up, clamping down on Satoru’s cock, causing him to growl. Your hand flew up, covering his mouth as you listened to the staff talking. While they couldn’t see you, the thought of strangers walking around while you had sex, god, it made you wetter than wet.
Keeping your hand over Satoru’s mouth, you fucked yourself down on him like he was your own personal dildo. His whines grew louder under your hand as he gripped your ass, helping you fuck yourself on him. He was so close, so, so close.
All he needed was a little push. That push is your twitching cunt. You rocked faster, your free hand resting over his chest, as you felt your orgasm coming in fast before your back arched. A silent scream etched your face as you came hard. Satoru gaped into your eyes, eyebrows furrowed together, as one hand gripped your ass and the other smacked into the veil.
Or rather, through it.
A bloody murder scream came from one of the workers as a disembodied hand popped out of thin air. The co-workers followed her out, screaming and yelling. At the same time, Satoru pulled his hand back inside the veil. The two of you were coming down, your bare chest resting against his. You just stared at each other for a long moment before you both started to giggle loudly.
“G-Guess the handprint scene doesn't work well in the veil.” Satoru chuckled, cupping strands of hair behind your ear.
“Guess not.” Was your confirmation, as you slowly pulled yourself off of Satoru’s lap with a wince. “Such a shame. I was hoping for better results.”
“Hmm, it might not work with the veil, but I have an idea where we could try because I’m not done yet. I still haven't apologized to you in the way you deserve.”
“Oh?” You both picked up your trash and readjusted your clothes as Satoru lowered the veil.
“Yeah, I wanna apologize to you in the shower, in our bed, fuck even the balcony.” The two of you ran for the exit door. “It's a good thing that the restaurant you picked out is known for the aphrodisiac desserts.”
“Wait, what?”
“Oooh, sweetie,” Satoru sneered down at you with a mischievous chuckle.“Why do you think I kept bugging you to take me to that restaurant?”
It was going to be a very long night for you.
Nanami Kento:
“Damn!” The soft curse woke you up; you rubbed your eyes, watching your fiancè searching for something on the dresser.
“Kento?” Your groggy voice drew his attention towards you. “Welcome home.”
Your beloved fiance had been gone for two weeks. He'd just gotten home last night; Gojo had picked him up for you. You had been working your ass off for the previous two weeks. You picked up the work of another co-worker who had just walked out without notice. Gojo knew you had been running around for two weeks filing paperwork, assigning missions, and helping Shoko. He was instant on you getting some sleep. He assured you he'd get Nanami, and you were thankful for him doing that for you.
This way, you could spend more time with Kento.
“Where are my cufflinks?” Nanako snapped, his eyes full of annoyance.
His tone had you blinking in stunned silence. “Right there,” you motioned to the box he always kept them in, “was your mission rough?” That would explain his cold, sharp tone.
“Yes, Y/N, it was rough.” He opened the box, grabbing the links before slamming it shut. “You wouldn't understand.”
His words sliced through you like a hot knife. “Excuse me?” You three the sheets off your body, standing to face him. “What the hell do you mean I wouldn't understand?!” Nanami Kento rolled his eyes at your anger.
“I'm simply stating the truth. You don't understand what it's like to go out on missions, fight, and do more than paperwork.” His hand ran through his still-damp hair. “So I'm just trying to understand why you couldn't pick me up last night. Gojo told me that you were burning the candle at both ends. I fail to see how that is even possible.”
The bedroom was nearly silent. The only sound that you could hear over the boiling rage was your heartbeat in your ears. “Get out of my way.” Was all you could manage as you pushed past him, digging through your drawers for clothes.
“Honestly, why are you acting like a child?”
“Why are you acting like a dick?!” Nanako was seconds from snapping back, but his words evaded him when he saw you crying. “You have no idea how hard my job is!” Your hands wiped uselessly at the stream of tears. “My worthless coworker quit. So I'm stuck doing my job and hers!”
“Y/N.”
“Yes! I do loads of paperwork, and I sit in front of a computer most of my day.” You pulled on your pants, stepping out of Nanami’s grasp. “It may not be physically demanding, but in a mental aspect, I'm drained. Paperwork, mission assignments, and death notices!” Honey-brown eyes went wide. “Yeah, that's why my coworker quit! She couldn't handle it!”
“Love, I—”
You held a hand up, silencing Nanami. “So last night, Gojo picked you up instead of me because I was in Kyoto. Telling a mother and father that their eighteen-year-old son died!” Flashes of Yu Haibara flashed through Nanami’s eyes.
He could barely handle his death, imagining what his parents went through. When someone in your position told them that their child was gone, he couldn't even begin to imagine what that must have been like. Emotionally and mentally draining. He had no idea how much your job consisted of because you hardly brought it up. More concerned with him.
“Y/N, I had no clue—”
“No, fuck you.” You turned on your heel, racing for the door. “Welcome home! Kindly go fuck yourself.” With those words, you left, leaving Nanami alone in your apartment.
It took you a couple of hours to cry out your feelings. The exhaustion and stress of the last two weeks hit you all at once with Nanami’s cruel words. He had no clue what you went through without him here. It didn't matter if he was just as exhausted as you were. Both of you had been ground to bones in two weeks apart.
Despite all of those factors, he still had no right to talk to you the way he had.
But as much as you wanted to stay away from him, your apartment, reality, you had to go back. Your engagement ring glimmered as a stupid reminder, even if he had crossed a line today. Nanami was still the love of your life.
The second you unlocked the door to the apartment, you sighed. “I'm home.” Your voice was barely audible.
Just as you finished removing your shoes, you looked up to see Nanami. His cheeks and neck flushed as he looked at the floor. Your fiance looked like a dog that had been scolded, as he should. Despite wanting to throw yourself into his arms and cry out your frustration, to hit, to beg him to hold you tight, you just walked past him.
Entering your living room, your heart lurched into your throat as you gasped. A large bouquet of roses is on your coffee table, surrounded by all your favorite snacks. The words ‘I’m Sorry’ were spelled in rose petals on the floor.
You had thought you were incapable of crying anymore, yet fresh tears spilled over your tear-stained cheeks. Nanami’s body looked over you, his hands hesitantly rubbing your shoulders. To Nanami’s relief, you didn't attempt to pull away.
“Y/N, I'm so, so, sorry.” you leaned back into his chest, sniffling as you wiped at your eyes. “The way that I acted this morning was utterly disgusting. I took my frustration and anger out on you, the last person I should ever hurt.” His fingers began kneading and rubbing at your sore muscles. “Could you ever find it in your heart to forgive me? For being an irrational ass?”
”A major ass.” Nanami’s whole body relaxed at your soft voice.
He turned you around to face him, his strong arms holding you flush against him. “Yes, a total and complete asshole.” Once your arms wrapped around his waist, he fully relaxed. ”Are you okay?” His smooth voice whispered, his chin resting on top of your head. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”
“No, I just want you.”
Pulling away to look up at him, he noticed the dark circles under your eyes. “Yeah? Do you need me to help you fall asleep?” His hand trailed down, gripping your hips. Your nod was the only confirmation he needed.
Sprawled out over the bed, candles burning, soft music playing, you gasped and whimpered. Nanami’s face was buried between your thighs, kissing and sucking at your drenched folds. Those honey-brown eyes that had been filled with concern and worry earlier were now drowning in lust. His needs could wait until later. This was all about you, making you feel better.
”Fuck Ken!” Your fingers grazed over his undercut before gripping the longer strands of hair. “Don’t stop, please, fuck.” Obeying your wishes, Kento’s tongue moved faster. Sucking and slurping at you. Quenching the thirst he had been craving for the last two weeks. “Yes, yes, yes!’
Feeling your cunt clenching, Kento shoved two fingers inside of you, his tongue focusing on your clit. You gasped, eyes wide as his two fingers rubbed expertly against your g-spot. You swore he nearly sent you to heaven as white spots flooded your vision. You screamed before squirting all over his face. The sensation, the taste of your cum had him rutting his hips into the mattress. His tongue did not once let up. It was your orgasm, the content sigh that left your lips that had him stiffening. His cock spurting cum all within the confines of his boxers and sweats.
Your dazy eyes trailed down over your nude body, focusing on Kento’s rutting form. Humping the mattress until the last waves of both of your orgasms came to an end. Kento hummed, his voice vibrated against your still trembling pussy. When he found the strength to pull away, You smiled as he trailed soft kisses up your thighs, hips, stomach, and chest before finally landing on your lips.
You kiss back softly, his arms pulling you close as he pulls you to lay on his chest. His hands gently caressed up and down your back, a slight frown gracing his face. “Ken,” you kiss his chest, “it’s fine. Please don’t worry about it anymore.” His eyes glanced at you before back at the ceiling, his fingers never once pausing.
“I know, I just, I didn’t know your job consisted of so much.” His eyes shut tight, eyebrows scrunching together. “You do all those reports, help Shoko, inform families of deaths, and on top of that, you take care of our home.”
His words from over, repeated over and over, on a loop. Just a desk job? You didn’t know what he went through. When it was the other way around, he didn’t know what you went through daily. His words were cold and cruel. All because he had taken his exhaustion and frustration out on you. The most important person in his life.
Your slender finger gently rubbed up and down the bridge of his nose. Grounding him, pulling him out of the deep void of his thoughts. Opening his eyes, he was met with your glimmering Y/E/C eyes. Your sleepy gaze and gentle smile had his heart clenching in his chest.
”Ken, it’s okay. You didn’t know, much like I don’t know about all of the struggles you go through.” Your gentle touch had him relaxing against the mattress. “Let’s just agree not to downplay each other again. We both work hard, every day, to make this life for us to share.” Slowly pulling your hand away, you leaned up, kissing his lips. “As long as we come home to each other at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.”
Kento smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. “I couldn’t agree with you more, Y/N.” Your warm, tired smile had him melting. “I’m home.”
“Welcome home, Kento.” You whispered against his lips.
Ryomen Sukuna:
You loved your boyfriend, really you did. But for the last week, he’d been almost insufferable. His younger brother Yuuji was on Spring break. His best friend Megumi had invited him to join him and his family for the week on the beach. Sukuna all but packed Yuuji’s bags for him, ushering the twerp out of the apartment before locking it up, heading to spend the week with you.
It was like his own personal spring break away from his brothers.
Which also was the start of a week from hell for you. At first, the weekend was lovely. The two of you stayed in, had crazy, animalistic sex, and just enjoyed each other. But when Monday rolled around and you left for work, things took a turn.
You came home to find Sukuna’s clothes all around the room, the dishes from breakfast still in the sink, and he was snoring on the couch. At first, you were upset. The poor guy was raising his young brother while their other brother, Choso, was on vacation with some college friends. Sukuna truly did bust his ass for his brothers, so it made sense that he was beat.
So you let it go, picked up, washed the dishes, and made the two of you dinner. It had been somewhat annoying, but it was alright. You wanted to make sure Sukuna got as much rest as he could before he went back to work the following week.
Tuesday afternoon, you came home to a similar situation: clothes everywhere, dishes in the sink, only Sukuna had just returned from the gym. When he got home, he started helping you before taking a shower. Maybe he had just been so interested in getting to the gym that he forgot to do the dishes. That sort of thing happened when you were in a rush, so it wasn’t that big of a deal.
But when you got home today, it was the same damn story. You looked around the apartment, groaning out loud as Sukuna scrolled briefly through Netflix. There were empty soda cans, trash, and, of course, his gym clothes all over the floor. This was not the man you knew.
“Ryomen Sukuna!” Your sharp tone had him turning in your direction. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to find something to watch on Netflix?” He raised an eyebrow as if it wasn’t obvious what he was doing.
“I can see that!” You scrubbed a hand over your face. “I meant all the trash, clothes, and everything!”
“Oooh,” he looked around the apartment, “I’ll get to it.”
You tugged at your hair with an exasperated groan. “That’s not the point! Why are you trashing the place to begin with?”
“I’m on vacation.”
“So?!” Your tone had his full attention now. “When I have a day off, I don’t trash your place.”
Sukuna pinched at the bridge of his nose with a grumble. “Are we seriously going to fight about this?” He narrowed his gaze at you, those eyes you normally adored full of irritation. Irritation that had no right to even be there!
“Yes, we are! How is it fair that I make us breakfast, go to work, come home, and make dinner? On top of that, you expect me to come home and pick up your trash and clothes?”
“Well, I mean, yeah.” The answer that came out of his mouth far faster than you thought. “I mean, that’s your job. It’s what you’re good at.” Sukuna rolled a shoulder as he twirled the remote between his fingers. “I exercise spirits, and you—“ He finally turned, seeing the rage and darkening of your cheeks. “You—are good at caring for the house and cooking.”
Oh, he’d fucked up.
You didn’t say a word. Instead, you scoffed and stormed to the bedroom, slamming the door. Sukuna winced and turned his head to face your room. Perhaps that wasn’t the best choice of words. He had meant to say, well, that you were a good caretaker, wifey material. Now that he was looking around the room, truly taking in the state of your usually well-kept home, your words were beginning to settle in his gut.
Had he been that lazy and messy? The take-out containers, his gym clothes, and empty cans confirmed that, yes, he had. Ever since his brothers left, he didn’t have to move constantly. He didn’t have to take Yuuji to school, helping Choso with homework. He had time to himself, where he didn’t have to ensure everything was in tip-top shapes. This was a chance for him to mellow out and relax.
He’d wanted to spend this mellow time with you, his girlfriend, the most amazing woman he’d ever met. But instead, he’d gotten lazy, stuck in a rut of not having to do such a damn thing. This wasn’t how he normally acted, so why now? Fuck, and to tell you you were nothing but a maid, that it was your job. Yeah, no, he totally fucked up.
You were his girlfriend, partner, and the woman he wanted to spend his life with. Most of his other partners hadn’t been able to handle the fact he was a single dad. He had raised his two brothers, just the three against the world. But you, god, you were an angel. You helped him out, making dinners and teaching him the best ways to cook and stir certain foods, which grocery stores had the best sales. You had made him a better man, a better brother.
And he’d gone and turned himself into a shitty boyfriend, trashing your apartment, making misogynistic comments, hurting you. He had to fix this. Or he might very well end up losing the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Without a second thought, he got up, executing his plan.
You needed an hour and a half to yourself before you had completely calmed down. You glanced at your reflection, whipping at your tear-stained cheeks before entering the living room. All you needed to do was grab something to eat and go back to bed. When you walked out into the messy living room, you stopped.
The trashed room scattered with clothes was completely picked up, and the coasters and books were neatly put back into place. Sukuna was nowhere to be found. So you headed into the kitchen, which was also spotless. No crumbs were on the counters, and the dishes had been cleaned and put away. There was still no sign of Sukuna.
Part of you was still angry and didn’t want to see him. The other part of you wanted to thank him and hear what he had to say. Just as you were pulling your phone out to call him, your door opened. Sukuna stepped in with a bag of takeout. He took his shoes off, placing them where they were supposed to go before he locked the door.
“Suku?” He jumped, startled by your voice. But he slowly turned to you, giving you a remorseful smile.
“Hey,” he put the takeout on the counter, “Y/N, I—“ his cheeks flushed as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “You know I’m not the best with apologies, and I suck at fucking using my words.” With a heavy sigh, he grabbed your hand. “But what I said earlier was fucked up, and I’m sorry. I don’t see you as some maid, I just.” You couldn’t help but smile as he struggled to find the right words. “I don’t want you ever to feel like I don’t appreciate everything you do. You’ve made me a better man, and I unfortunately haven’t been like that this week.”
You hummed, nodding in agreement as you interlaced your fingers with his. “Yeah, you’ve been a manchild. Yuuji would have been more mature than you.” He cringed, dropping his head down. “Then again, you did clean up your mess and pick me some dinner.” Your thumb brushed over his knuckles. “So maybe you haven’t been as bad as you think.” Sukuna was leaning in to kiss you, but you squeezed his hand tighter and tighter until it was almost painful. “But if you ever tell me it’s my job to take care of you or the chores again, I’ll put you in my trunk and help people look for you.”
Your boyfriend winced before nodding in understanding. “Right, yes, understood.” The second your hand softened, he pulled you towards the bedroom. “Come on.” You blushed, watching his back. His neck was a soft, rosy color.
“What are we doing?”
“You’re not doing anything.” He said, pushing you back against the bed. “I’m going to show you how much I appreciate you.”
Oh, and Sukuna did just that. He licked and sucked on your clit until you came. His fingers slammed in and out of you, fucking you until you squirted all over his hand. His smirk was sinister and hungry each time you came. Only when you were fucked out of your mind did he decide to fuck you with his cock.
“Please~ please, Suku~” You panted as he rubbed his cock head up and down your entrance. “Please.”
“Why are you begging?” He grunted as he slid his entire length into you. “You want my cock that bad.” He smirked at your tiny whimpers, his cock stretching you in the most delicious way.
“Yes, yes, I want it.” You grabbed his hand, and he went to hold it, only to watch as you placed it over your throat. “Give it to me.” You felt his cock throb inside of you.
He squeezed without having to be told twice. “Such a dirty slut I have.” He squeezed harder as he pulled out. “Here I’m trying to be romantic.” He slammed into you, the bed creaking under the force. “And my slutty little Y/N wants me to fuck her pussy like I normally do.” You whimpered, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, that’s the best way to show you how much you mean to me, right? Fuckin’ that tight cunt until you can’t walk. Making sure you’re ruined, only I can satisfy you and your needs.” He grabbed your thighs, pressing them to your chest, forcing you into a mating press.
“K-Kuna!” You cried out as he released your throat, his hands fisting the sheets.
“That’s right, scream my fuckin’ name.” He groaned, pressing a searing kiss against your swollen lips. “Scream it, let everyone know how much your boyfriend appreciates you, how good he fucks you.”
His words, the deep thrusts, and your already sensitive pussy clenched. “I-I’m so close.” You cried out, eyes locked on Sukuna’s.
His hips sped up, cock throbbing hard as he growled. “Go on then, cum for me again.” You screamed as he slammed harder and harder into you, sending you over the edge. Your screams were muffled by Sukuna’s growls as he kissed you desperately, fucking you through your orgasm right into his own.
He stilled, lips pressing harder against you as his hit cum filled you. Your soft whines of pleasure had Sukuna’s hips moving slowly until he was sure your pussy was done milking him. Pulling back, Sukuna panted, smirking at the blissed-out look in your eyes—a look he always wanted to see.
“Love you, Suku.” You breathed out, leaning up and kissing him. He didn’t say anything for a long moment. But his large hand cupped your face.
“And I love you and everything you do for me.” Without another word, his lips were on yours, his hips slowly rutting against yours. He intended to make you know just how much you meant to him. Even if that meant you’d have to call out of work tomorrow.
t’s been too long, too long since he touched you. Too long since you touched him. Ah you were going crazy. You didn want to trouble him, he was always busy with work, you barely even see him.. by the time he's back home, you will be fast asleep. Even during the morning, He will be already getting ready to go to work. He would place a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaving to work.
Even Nanami knew that, during the days you wake up early, you could see his eyes lingering on you for a little too long and how his hands wrap around your waist to pull you closer to his groin. An unknown tension growing between the two of you, as the both of you crave for each other's touch. You tried to push that thought to a corner, you didn't want to burden him because of your selfish needs, you cannot do that, you tried and tried to hold yourself back. When you decide to take things in your own hands.
Laying down on the bed that both of you shared as you scooted more to the side he sleeps in, sliding your panties down halfway down your ankles, You were rather embarrassed for doing this, but you need to release this pent up need growing day by day. You were already wet, your finger running through the folds getting it wet with your slick. You turned your head to the side, taking in the scent of him on the pillow as you gently bit your lips. You grazed your throbbing clit, sending a shiver through your whole body. Gently picking up the pace as you rubbed it. Your other came up to pinch your nipples. You moaned loudly as you pleased, your slick dripping down to the bedsheet. As you started pumping your fingers inside, curving it to hit your sweet spot, but you needed more. Only he could reach there, you knew that as you increased the digits.
It was only the middle of the day, so you could take all the time in the world. Throwing the little clothing you had to the floor as you muffled your face into his pillow, pushing your ass up on your knees as you violently rubbed your core moaning his name again and again. “Haa,, pleassee, there! Right- there, kento!” Your voice slightly muffled, “kento, more- more hard—”
You were cut off guard by the sound of the bedroom door swinging open, your eyes widening at the flushed looking Nanami staring right on to your ass, his eyes glinting with desire as he loosened his tie, his other hand on the door knob. You quickly turned around to cover yourself under the blanket. “Kento, I—” you couldn't finish your sentence as he stomped over to you, “why didn't you tell me?” his voice was a little rough as he asked, he let the door fall closed as he approached the bed, undoing the buttons of his shirt with force as he looked you up and down.
Your face was going to explode from embarrassment as you tried to form words, “you seemed- uhh busy..” you somehow said as you looked away. He let out a heavy sigh as he climbed on the bed, on top of you until you were under him “god, you drive me crazy, you know that?” he leaned in to plant a kiss on your temple “‘m sorry, baby, forgive me?” he tugged on the blanket that covered you as you slightly nodded. He tugged again, “don't hide— don't hide from me now,” he said almost breathless. “Kento, its fine, I can-” you tried to explain yourself but he cut your words in half by crushing his lips onto yours. Your eyes widening as he flung the blanket away from your grasp. Revealing your naked form underneath him. He pulled away to examine you, the way your legs knit together to hide your wetness as you looked up at him with wide innocent eyes.
One of his hands came up to grip your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he widened your legs, as he ran his fingers through the folds of your cunt, “so wet f’me, huh?” Giving slow kisses around your inner thighs. Your back arched instinctevely for more. You could see him smirking in between your thighs as his lips wrapped around your clit, giving it a firm suck, earning a sweet moan from you as you threw your head into the pillow.
He continuesly finger fucked your sweet spot, coming on his mouth as he lapped up all your juices. You sank into the bed when he let go of you, panting.
“You dont think this is the end, right darlin?” he said as he straightened his posture, with a sly smirk on his face. He untucked his shirt, unzipped his pants. Revealing the visible dampness on his boxers. “Look what you do to me” he said, as he placed your hand on him, to feel him through the fabric “take care of me, will you?” you nodded your head at his request. You could feel him twitching inside the boxers, you gave a shallow squeeze, earning a groan from him as you gently sucked and kissed him through the cloth. “Don't tease me, love. I want this as much as you do” he panted. You gave a final kiss there, as his cock came free weighing down on your face. His face flushed when he looked down at the sight below him, “god you are so perfect” he mumbled,
His hands came to rest behind your head, as he slowly rubbed himself on your face before guiding it inside your mouth as he massaged the back of your head. Your mouth instinctively widened at his size, making more size as you took him in. You bobbed your head and kept kissing on his tip. He was already growing weak at the sight of you looking up at him like an innocent thing as you took it so well, “yes, baby just like tha— fuckkk” he felt your tongue swirling him, his hips jerk as he groaned loudly. “Slow, love— I don't want to cum. Yet” he says, his dick leaving your mouth with a pop sound
He got between your thighs once again, he gave a few kitten licks before inserting inside your hole, you felt yourself clenching onto his tongue as you moaned his name. “Ken- haa” he hummed at your plea. One of his hands played with your clit, determined to make you cum again. You looked up at your eyes full of pleasure as he felt your body tremble “im cummin’!!!” You moaned, Nanami felt like he was in heaven as he drank down all of your essence. When he finally sat up, he could see you clenching around nothing desperate for something, turning him on more. “Ken, haa- fuck— i want you, right now” you said out of breath, earning a smirk from him
Without a second thought, he thrusted inside you with a sheer force making your eyes roll back in your head. He rutted inside you with no break as you moaned his name, a faint apology not going unheard “i'm so sorry, love, i missed you too- haa please forgive me, mmnnn- i wont repeat this— augh- again!” your mind was filled with so much pleasure to pay attention to that, you lost count how much time he came inside you. Lord, you didn't even know how many times he made you cum. Even after all that, he was still apologising, rocking his hips as he covered you with gentle kisses.
