Enjin LOVES it when you talk about your interest’s
Cws: modern au, Enjin x fem!reader, fluff, suggestive language, established relationship
Enjin loves hot chicks ( he said it himself ) but he loves it when his girl has both beauty and brains. That’s one of the reasons why he fell for you so hard. It doesn’t matter if you’re talking about comics, books, or just something you randomly started researching Enjin was always the first one to tune in. Even if he didn’t fully understand sometimes
You’re busy sitting on your bed as you explain the lore to a one of the shows you’re watching. And like always Enjin’s head is on your lap with one of his tattooed arms on your side. Large fingers gently rubbing your hip as you go on and on about what you’re talking about. He’ll let out an occasional “ mhm? “ or a “ thats crazy. And then what happened? “ as a little reminder that he was in fact paying attention.
He would never say it out loud but he liked moments like this when it’s just you and him talking about something you loved and cared about. And he thought it was the hottest thing you could do.
( what can i say he has a kink for nerds )
The way you would get so passionate when talking, how you describe the scenarios and characters was such a turn on for him.
You suddenly look down at him with a slightly annoyed look on your face
“ i feel like your not listening to me “
Enjins hands froze and his once half lidded eyes shot back opened in confusion
“ huh? “ he asked lifting his head from your lap.
You roll yours in return. “ I’ve been explain the plot to you and you’re just staring at me “ you huff crossing your arms trying to seem more upset.
A frown appears on Enjin’s face
“ I’ve been listening the whole time babes! “ he murmured
“ okay, so what did i just explain to you? “ you ask.
Enjin’s nose crinkled and brows furrowed as he tried to recall what you said while he was busy admiring you
“ I’m not telling you shit anymore “ you replied before you could answer. Before you could get up, both of his arms wrapped around waist and the loudest most dramatic groan erupts from your boyfriend’s lips.
“ c’mon baby don’t do me like that?! “ he whines resting his chin on your chest. Unfortunately for him you weren’t gonna fold that easily.
A small pout appeared across his lips “ look I’m sorry..” one of his hands rubbed your lower back while his amber eyes locked with yours
“ you just look so cute when you talk about stuff like that “
Even though you were still annoyed by his previous actions. You couldn’t stay mad at him forever.
“ your weird “ you quiped, toying with a lock of his golden hair
“ not as weird as you “ he purred “ but its cool you can just tell me about it again when we- “
enjin fan girls when i tell them; enjin isnt actually a cheater, asshole, or womanizer! hes actually just a normal dude who would probably love his partner very much, treat them with love and care, would not call them degrading names and probably has very normal and tame kinks.
enjin is truly just a normal dude, people who think he's some walking pool of toxicity are stupid and dont understand his very easy to understand character. 😭
⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨From a food baby to.. an actual baby? ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹
Tags: [MDNI]husband!nanami x foodie!wife reader. SMUT and a sprinkle of fluff. Breeding (?), p in v, oral sex (f recieving), mating press, freaks in an established relationship (married), pregnancy. I need to stop writing smut but this has been in my drafts..
Ever since you were a little kid, you looooved eating.
And it's not like your parents teaching you to try everything at least once helped as you ended up growing up to be a foodie with no pickiness when it comes to eating at all.
Enter Nanami who you met at 21, just a year from graduating college, at one of the new local bakeries which you had just discovered recently back then.
He was all crisp button downs, dark blue slacks, cuffed sleeves, messenger bag slung over his shoulder—a walking portrait of what you just wished you would be waking up to in less than 10 years.
You didn't expect to run into him any more times after you'd seen him at the pastry shop ever again, he's one of those sights you only see once in your life.
Well, you were very wrong.
That same week, same time, three days later when you went back for a pick me up, he was there. Picking up the same order you noticed he got last time, and somehow looking finer than Monday did him justice.
Just out of curiosity, you asked for the same sandwich he got—a French Casse-croûte—fresh ham and cheese hidden in a crisp baguette baked early in the morning.
So simple, yet so heavenly. Though, you underestimated your stomach's capacity of hosting the large sandwich and... Had a little food baby pressing against the linen cloth of your yellow sundress.
Nanami noticed you had purchased and consumed the same sandwich he had—though not a social person at all, he found himself walking over to your table and making small talk.
“I’m impressed you finished it.” He had commented, you were wiping remaining crumbs from the corners of your mouth when his voice startled you.
Immediately you had flushed a deep shade of beetroot, suddenly feeling way too conscious about your dress being a tad bit tighter around the waist, the hair sticking to your neck and the fire burning the apples of your cheeks.
Because he was there talking to you when not even three days ago you were daydreaming about the handsome stranger you’d seen—the epitome of your type if you had one.
Grounding yourself surprisingly quickly, you had sheepishly smiled when replying “Oh it sure was a challenge..”, in a shy mutter.
Then, you realised how greedy you sounded and immediately stirred to fix your words up.
“I mean—I, uh, I was just really hungry you know? At work-” you began rambling, hoping to save face in front of perfectly gelled back hair and sculptured cheekbones that had women’s knees weak for days.
but Nanami broke out in a soft chuckle he hadn’t realised he needed until a pretty stranger pulled one out of him.
He left you with his business card and called one day later like he promised.
Fast forward five years later, you still have the now-outdated business card neatly kept in your bedside table along with your husband’s initial draft for your wedding vows which you found more authentic than the version he ended up reading to the audience on your special day—heartwarming and emotional nonetheless.
Living with Kento has taught you a slow world you never thought existed within all of the noise and chaos.
Every page from a book is turned slowly, every step of the day is calculated with no effort—just routine, every hour with your husband is priceless.
And you didn’t imagine this side of life existed. Where every human sentiment somehow was deeper and stronger when it was shared with your person.
Living within Nanami’s comfort zone is learning that his routine bends to you, and eventually incorporates your life into his.
It’s learning that he loves waking up with the sheets tangled between your legs, one of his hands buried in your hair as your face is pressed against his bare chest.
That he adores pressing reverent kisses to your neck, forehead, palm, temple. With a burning gaze that says more than any verbal statement ever could.
However, you learn that your husband relishes in afteroon reading with you snugly tucked by his side on the loveseat in your makeshift library corner, more than the normal person does.
Which is exactly where you are, pressed against his side, head on his shoulder, half of your brain paying attention to the words on the page he’s reading, the other half dipping into a dangerous side as you feel his warmth spread over you.
You’re insatiable, just hours ago Kento cooked you a full-course meal because you woke up “feeling empty” not really knowing what is wrong with you and thinking that just a hearty meal will do.
Creamy alfredo pasta did not in fact solve your issue. Now, once again with an empty stomach, you hold in the urge to open your mouth and disturb your husband’s reading.
Just what were you even going to complain about? It’s not like you were hungry.
And then it clicks.
Slowly, the corners of your lips gently pull upward as your fingers trace up his torso, feeling the dip of his hard abs, the rough lines of scars underneath his breathable pijama shirt.
God he is a sight for sore eyes.
The cogs turn in your head as you start to wriggle your way out from underneath his muscular arm draped over your figure, which was holding you close to him, palm on your hip.
His head turns from the book balanced between his fingers, eyes zeroing on your shifting figure that was slowly crawling over his bulky legs.
An eyebrow of his subtly lifts subconsciously as he carefully watches your every moment. The book in his hand lowers and closes—page forgotten, bookmark nowhere to be seen—as you sit yourself on his lap facing him, knees digging into the soft leather of the loveseat.
Using your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself, you slightly fight back a smirk when you feel Kento's hands find their place on your waist almost instantly after you get comfortable.
This position is no stranger to either of you—which is why Nanami puts the pieces of the puzzle together quicker than anyone else could. So this is what you meant when you said you felt empty?
It makes even more sense when he remembers that a few days ago your period tracker said you would be ovulating soon. Absentmindedly, his fingers trace gentle figures on your hips where his hands have lowered to.
You peer down at him, swimming in his alluring hazel eyes full of an unspeakable kind of love—feeling yourself melt into him.
He breaks the silence, "What is it, darling?" Even though he knows the clear answer, he asks.
Drawing closer to him, your head dips past his chin and you go to press a light kiss to his throat, feeling him swallow when you do. The familiar shape of him starts to grow beneath you.
Again, you feel pride creep up your spine, but you push it down and kiss the side of his neck—itching closer to his collarbone with each kiss peppered. You hear his breath lose it's steadyness little by little.
After a bit of teasing, you finally answer with a shrug "I feel..weird.” Letting a defeated sigh slip past your lips as they press up and at the peak of his right cheekbone.
“Weird?” He chokes out. “What do you mean by weird, honey?”
You hum as you shift over him, deliberately circling letters over his lap and dragging your thinly covered warmth against him.
“I guess I feel kind of.. empty.” The sultry tone in which your voice has dropped to makes blood rush at an embarrassing speed to Nanami’s cock—stiffening like a teenager underneath you.
“Yeah?” He hums.
You bite your lips, tongue then tracing your canines as you run your hands over his broad chest.
“Yeah.”
“I can do something about that.” His hand curves around your ass, firmly grabbing onto the skin—not enough to hurt, enough to have you dripping even more.
Your eyes lift to his face—clean,shaved, no hair to see, pink lips, drooping eyes. “You can?” You muse.
He smiles, a smirk he tried to suppress knowing what you’re going to ask for next.
“Like what?”
And before your question can even land, he gets up. Two hands under your thighs, effortlessly carrying your body.
Carefully, he turns and lays you down on the loveseat. Bracing his broad frame by the armrests—face dangerously close to yours.
Noses brushing, musk and manliness oozing out of him so much your legs close and you can feel yourself pulsing down there.
The roles are reversed and you are so whipped for your husband it’s not even funny anymore. How he has completely turned the tables.
A pin drops somewhere and Kento’s lips gently latch onto yours. Warmth and love exploding in your chest. Neediness clawing at you as your hands wrap around his shoulder’s.
He kisses like you’re a forbidden fruit he can’t resist tasting—happily accepting his sin. Basking in it when a swipe of his tongue under your lips opens a whole world he knows at the back of his hand.
You feel him exploring you—one hand running up your thigh—pressing a thumb against the wet material of your panties.
A moan from you vibrates against his lips. He detaches to hear more as his fingers slip past the lace and dive right into you.
The needy whine that escapes you has him thanking the gods for your paths crossing—for the universe giving him such a good wife.
His mind starts to run wild at the thought of what he’s going to do to you.
Thought he would never push or admit it. Nanami has found himself getting turned on way too often lately at the sight of you bloated, belly full of food after a hearty meal.
At the beginning of your relationship, he tried to ignore the sight—figuring you’d get insecure or uncomfortable if he looked at it for too long.
But he’s been having a hard time not relishing in your well-fed shape.
He’d never admit he cooks more food than usual lately to see you drape your hand under the protruding curve and huff out like you’re in pain from eating so much.
Because the sight of you so full drives him insane.
So insane the thought of using a condom doesn’t even cross his mind when you have sex. It doesn’t help that you have no intention of reminding him.
What would you look like if you were full of him?
His child.
A walking testament of him feeding you well.
A sharp moan snaps him out of his thoughts and he kneels down, taking his slicked fingers from your pussy and spreading your legs wide in front of him.
You’re blushing like crazy. Heat crawling up your spine, bundling up at your neck and cheeks—he’s barely even touched you.
Nanami’s big hands slide under your legs, hooking onto the thin material that has snapped back in place and pulling it off.
His face comes closer to your pussy subconsciously—body begging for a taste before his mind can even catch up.
And he dives in, hands hooked on your thighs, pulling you down the seat and closer to his face so he can lick up your slicked lips.
You become putty in his hands, back already arching off the seat. He sucks and sucks, greets with open mouth kisses—desperately devours like it’s his first time on earth.
Nose casually nudging your entrance, making your body jerk so violently that you almost cry at the blissful feeling.
Kento’s tongue slides into your walls, tasting your sweet nectar straight from the source and losing himself in its sweetness.
Your mind starts going blank, babbles of complete nonsense spilling out of your mouth as he jumpstarts your orgasm.
“Honey—don’t stop-please—“
He doesn’t, instead, a finger slips in—unexpectedly, but so welcome one your desperate hole starts clenching around him.
“Shit I’m going to—” You try to tell him the coil in your lower belly is going to snap but it does before you’re finished, coating his tongue, chin and nose in you and only you.
Panting, you try to catch your breath but your husband’s jaw doesn’t put itself to rest as he continues to lap up every drop of your juices over your sensitive clit.
Back arching off the loveseat, high-pitched moans rip from your chest from the overstimulation.
“Kento—” You whine.
He pulls back silent, shiny chin and drowsy eyes looking up at you from his position—a sinful picture that has heat pooling in between your legs again.
“Yes, sweetheart?” The urge to ride his face when his deep voice calls out to you with those nicknames is immense, but you want him.
“Inside—please go-”
“Your words, darling, use them.” Your hands find his forearm rested over your spread thigh and you dig your fingernails into them.
“Ken, please—please fuck me.”
A frown overtakes his face, lips disapprovingly pulling down into a pityful pout.
“I’m not going to fuck you, honey. I’ve already told you that.”
And it’s true, Nanami does not fuck. He is a stranger to the act of using someone as a tool for him to get off, belittle them into a good fuck or a bad one.
He loves.
And he loves you so much.
“Love me, Ken.”
A small smirk breaks out.
You have him.
He climbs over you, heavy—muscular thighs barely fitting between your spread out legs where he presses his clothed hard-on against your slit.
From the sensitivity, you almost moan against him.
His lips latch onto yours again, hungrily yet deliberately finding their way down your throat—making you taste your remains on his tongue.
Your hands travel down to the hem of his thin cotton sweatpants and hook your fingers both onto that seam, and his boxer’s waistband.
Simultaneously, the two layers that were between the both of you drop to the floor. Thick 7,5 inches to match his 6 feet of height.
Girthy, one prominent vein leading to the shaft and bringing your eyes to his dusty blonde happy trail.
Sculpted v-line that has you going feral for days.
Gosh, you really love your husband in all of his glory.
Wrapping your hand—and barely being able to fully grasp it—around him, you stroke a few times before rubbing him against your bare pussy.
A shock of electricity shooting up your spine at the feeling of his precum mixing with your slick. Nanami groans against your lips before delicately pulling your hand away and taking over.
Already nudging at the entrance has you biting down his soft lips to hold back a moan.
The tip slips inside after some coaxing, your fingernails dig into his shoulder’s for stability, legs shaking due to the pressure.
Kento tries to tether you, “That’s it, love. Relax, I got you.”
And he really does.
He pulls away from your lips every time he pushes himself a bit more inside, carefully watching your face—searching for any sign of pain or backing out.
Not once do you display any, so he bottoms out. Balls pressing against the soft skin of your ass over the expensive leather.
While you adjust, still inside, he rearranges both of your legs to rest over his shoulders as he hunches and looms over you.
Slowly, he starts moving. The deliberate drags of his cock between your velvety walls tattoo themselves into your gummy brain.
Eyes fluttering—opening and closing from pleasure, you feel yourself start to ascend to that personal heaven he always takes you to.
You clench around his size, unable to relax but enjoying the burn so much.
A hand of yours claws at his shirt, trying to bring him closer, harder. He wastes no time in delivering his sweet wifes request.
One thrust and you feel him in your throat, pale pink tip pushing past your cervix—probably going to bruise it later on.
But you love it.
And he continues. In and out, back and forth. A frothy creamy ring building at the base where your bodies meet.
He sees the bulge of him in your stomach, the imprint of his cock peeking through and his mind goes haywire.
The image of your protruding stomach after a meal, the idea of you leaking with his cum running down your thighs, the thought of a little baby with your genetics growing inside of your swollen belly.
Nanami’s control breaks with a hard snap.
His hips slow down, gently stroking your insides now. No longer pulling you apart. But he shifts, lowers his chest down, teeth finding your nipples and cock angled at a new direction.
You try to focus on what he’s doing still. Then the controlled thrust comes—slow, but so deep you know this is how he can get a baby in you.
Now, you feel full.
And you can only hope he leaves you this way.
“Mmh-Kento?”
He detaches his head from your tit. “Yes, sweetie?”
His cock slides out your pussy until only the very tip of it is inside before he rams himself home again.
“Oh my go—” you get cut off from your vision going blank at the pleasure. “—Kento, stay- inside.”
You clench around him, not wanting him to leave.
“Oh?” He knows what you want. He’s your husband after all. Doting, careful.
“Please.” You breathe out, pleading, clawing at his back under his shirt. His pace picks up just enough to be rhythmic but intimate.
“You want me to fill you up?”
Not even a beat goes by before you whimper. “Yesyesyes.”
So he stays inside. He finds your clit with thick fingers, gives her enough attention for you to get on cloud 9.
Slams into you till you spasm around his cock and then fills you up. Paints your insides with him.
And suddenly, you no longer feel empty.
But maybe you need a few more rounds to ensure you will be full of him for some time.
At 9 months pregnant though, you desperately need to feel empty. The weight of your son making you feel like an overfilled dumpling about to pop.
Your husband has his large hands that got you in this position in the first place on your lower back, applying pressure and massaging your aching hips while you hunch over the edge of the hospital bed as your lower half bounces on a gym ball.
“Ken, I curse you and your heavy baby.”
He doesn’t know if he should laugh or comfort you. No, he’s not vexed at all by you cursing him—he knows how his heavy son has been giving you a hard time in your first pregnancy so he’s not going to deny he is the cause of it.
In the end, he chooses the latter. “Just a bit more, honey. You’re strong, he’ll be here in no time.”
“He better be or I’ll strangle you!”
He got his nine months of your stomach poking out from under your clothes, nine months of you looking like a goddess around the house and glowing more than the sun.
Nine months of it driving him crazy how you are swollen with him.
Who knew his wife being a foodie would turn him on so much…
Anyway,
Nanami Kento is right where he wants to be.
Fanart by aradiart (middle one) and k_u_r_o_2_ both on X. Oh and a 🤍 for u!
If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI
The nursery had finally fallen silent, your daughter's soft breathing the only sound as you laid her gently in her cradle. Three months since she'd entered the world, and still your heart swelled impossibly each time you looked upon her face—your features mingled with Nanami's in the most precious way.
As you slipped from the nursery and made your way down the candlelit corridor to your shared chambers, that warmth in your chest cooled into something heavier. Something that had taken root in the weeks following the birth and refused to be dislodged no matter how you tried.
The bedroom was warm, a fire crackling in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the ornate wallpaper. Your lady's maid had already prepared you for the evening—your dark curls pinned loosely, your body wrapped in a silk nightgown that had once made you feel beautiful.
Now it only made you feel exposed.
You found yourself drawn to the full-length mirror in the corner, the gilded frame catching the firelight. Your reflection stared back at you, and you catalogued every change with merciless precision.
The soft swell of your belly that refused to flatten. The new width of your hips. The faint silver lines that traced across your brown skin like rivers on a map—evidence of the life you'd carried. Your breasts, heavier now, changed in ways that felt foreign.
You turned slightly, examining your profile, and felt tears prick at your eyes.
This was not the body your husband had married. Not the body he had worshipped on your wedding night, when he'd called you the most exquisite creature he'd ever beheld.
The door opened behind you.
"There you are, my darling. Is she settled for the—" Kento's voice stopped abruptly as he entered, still dressed in his evening attire, cravat loosened after a long day attending to estate matters.
You turned quickly, arms wrapping around your midsection in a gesture that had become habit. "She is sleeping soundly. The wet nurse shall attend to her if she wakes."
Your husband's hazel eyes, sharp as ever behind his spectacles, tracked the movement of your arms. The way you angled your body away from both him and the mirror. Something shifted in his expression—concern replacing the warmth of greeting.
"You have been standing before that mirror quite often of late," he observed, closing the door behind him with a soft click. "And yet you seem to take no pleasure in what you see."
"It is nothing." You moved toward the bed, eager to hide beneath the covers. "Simply tired. The baby keeps unusual hours, as you know."
"Stop."
The single word, spoken with quiet authority, froze you in place. Kento had never been a man of many words, but when he spoke, each one carried weight.
He crossed the room with measured steps, coming to stand behind you. His hands settled on your shoulders, gently but firmly turning you back toward the mirror.
"Kento, please—"
"Look." His voice was soft now, but no less commanding. "Look at yourself. Tell me what you see."
You couldn't. Your eyes dropped to the floor, to the Persian rug beneath your bare feet, anywhere but the reflection that tormented you.
"I see nothing worth looking upon," you whispered, the admission tearing itself from your throat.
His sharp intake of breath told you your words had struck him. "Is that what you truly believe?"
"It is what I know." The tears you'd been fighting spilled over, tracking down your cheeks. "I am not the woman you married, Kento. I am... changed. Ruined."
"Ruined." He repeated the word as though it were spoken in a foreign tongue he could not comprehend. "My darling, look at me."
When you didn't move, his hand came up to cup your chin, tilting your face until you had no choice but to meet his gaze in the mirror's reflection.
"Is this why you have been pulling away from me? Why you flinch when I reach for you in the night? Why you dress and undress behind screens when once you did so before me without shame?"
You couldn't answer. Couldn't do anything but let the tears fall.
"You believe yourself ruined," he continued, his voice roughening with an emotion you couldn't name, "and so you have been hiding from me. From your husband. From the man who loves you more than his own life."
"How can you?" The words burst from you, raw and wounded. "How can you love this? I am stretched and marked and nothing fits as it should, and I cannot even bear to look upon myself, so how could you possibly—"
He silenced you by spinning you around to face him, his hands cupping your tear-stained face.
"How can I love the woman who gave me a daughter?" His hazel eyes blazed with an intensity that stole your breath.
"Kento..."
"You ask impossible questions." He pressed his forehead to yours. "Because I cannot fathom how I could ever stop loving you. How I could ever look upon you and see anything but the most beautiful woman in all of England."
"You are being kind—"
"I am being truthful." He pulled back, and now there was determination in his gaze. "And since you seem incapable of seeing what I see, I shall simply have to show you."
Before you could protest, he was guiding you back to the mirror, positioning you before it once more. But this time he stood behind you, his broad chest pressed against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.
"Now." His hands came to rest on your waist, warm through the thin silk. "I am going to tell you what I see. And you are going to listen."
"Kento, this is not necessary—"
"It is entirely necessary." His lips brushed your ear, making you shiver. "My wife has forgotten her worth. It falls to me to remind her."
His hands slid up your sides slowly, reverently. "I see a woman of incomparable beauty. Skin like the richest mahogany, warm and soft beneath my hands."
"My skin is marked now," you protested weakly. "These lines—"
"Are proof of the miracle you performed." His fingers found the hem of your nightgown, lifting it slowly. "May I?"
You should say no. Should stop this before he saw the full extent of what childbirth had done to your body. But something in his voice, in his tender determination, made you nod.
He drew the nightgown up and over your head in one fluid motion, leaving you bare before the mirror. You immediately tried to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists, guiding your arms down to your sides.
"No hiding. Not from me. Never from me."
A sob caught in your throat as his eyes roamed over your reflection. Here it was—all of it exposed. The soft belly, the wider hips, the silver stretch marks painting your skin.
"Beautiful," he breathed, and the word sounded like a prayer.
"You cannot mean—"
"Every mark." His fingers traced one of the silver lines across your hip, feather-light. "Every change. Every single inch of you, my darling wife. Beautiful."
His hands began to roam with purpose now, mapping the terrain of your changed body. "These hips," he murmured, squeezing gently, "have grown wider to carry our child. To bring her into the world. When I look upon them, I see strength."
You watched in the mirror as his hands slid upward, cupping your heavier breasts. "These have nourished our daughter. Given her life and sustenance. When I look upon them, I see abundance."
Your breath was coming faster now, your body responding to his touch despite your insecurities. It had been so long—you'd avoided his advances for weeks, convinced he would be repulsed if he truly saw you.
"And this," his palm pressed flat against your soft belly, "is where our daughter grew. Where she was kept safe and warm for nine months. When I look upon this, I see the greatest gift you could ever give me."
"Kento," you whispered, and this time his name was not a protest but something else entirely.
"You have been denying me, my love." His lips found the curve of your neck, pressing hot kisses to your skin. "Denying us both. And I have been patient, understanding that you needed time to recover. But I will not stand idle while my wife believes herself unworthy of my desire."
His hands were everywhere now—stroking, caressing, worshipping. And in the mirror, you watched it all. Watched his large, elegant hands move across your brown skin. Watched the hunger in his expression as he touched you.
"Do you feel this?" He pressed his hips forward, and you gasped at the unmistakable hardness against your lower back. "This is what you do to me. What you have always done to me. Nothing has changed."
"But I have changed—"
"And I love every change." He spun you around again, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you to the bed. "Now let me prove it to you. Let me worship you as you deserve."
He laid you down on the silk sheets, and for a moment simply stood there, drinking in the sight of you. The fire cast dancing light across your skin, and you fought the urge to cover yourself again.
"Spread your legs for me, my darling."
The command, spoken in that calm, measured tone, sent heat flooding through you. Slowly, trembling, you let your thighs fall open.
"Good girl." He removed his spectacles, setting them on the bedside table, then began to undress with methodical precision. Cravat, waistcoat, shirt—each item removed and folded neatly while you lay bare and wanting beneath his gaze.
"Please," you heard yourself whisper. "Kento, please..."
"Please what, my love?" He climbed onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs, his face level with your core. "Tell me what you need."
"I need... I need you to..."
"To what?" He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, making you gasp. "Use your words. You are a lady of excellent education—I know you possess the vocabulary."
"I need you to touch me." Your face burned with embarrassment, but desire was overriding your shame. "Please, husband. It has been so long."
"It has been too long." He agreed, pressing another kiss higher up your thigh. "And whose fault is that, my darling? Who has been hiding from me? Turning away when I reach for her in the night?"
"Mine," you admitted, your voice breaking. "It is my fault. I am sorry, I just—I could not bear for you to see—"
"Hush." He silenced you with a kiss pressed directly to your core, and you cried out at the contact. "No more apologies. Only pleasure now. Only this."
His tongue traced through your folds, slow and deliberate, and your back arched off the bed. It had been months—months since you'd felt anything but your own inadequate fingers, and even those touches had been rare, tainted by shame.
"Oh, God—Kento—"
"You taste divine," he murmured against your flesh. "Like honey and sin. I have missed this. Missed you."
He devoured you with single-minded focus, his tongue working your sensitive pearl while his hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for his ministrations. You tried to close your legs—old instinct, old shame—but he would not allow it.
"No hiding," he reminded you, lifting his head just long enough to speak. "I want to see all of you. Watch all of you. Now let me hear you, my love. Let me hear how good I make you feel."
"So good," you gasped, your fingers fisting in the sheets. "So good, please, do not stop—"
He didn't. His tongue circled your pearl faster, then slower, learning anew the rhythms that made you shake. When he slid one finger inside you, you keened, your hips bucking up against his face.
"Tight," he groaned. "So tight, my darling. Your body has missed me as much as I have missed it."
"Yes, yes, I have missed you—ahhhh—" Your words dissolved into moans as he added a second finger, stretching you deliciously. The slight burn only added to the pleasure, a reminder that this was real, that your husband was truly here, truly wanting you.
"That is it. Let go for me." He curved his fingers inside you, finding that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. "Come apart on my tongue, my beautiful wife. Show me how much you need this."
"Kento—Kento, I am going to—please, I cannot—"
"You can." His tongue flicked against your pearl rapidly. "You will. Come for me. Now."
The command, combined with the relentless pleasure of his mouth and fingers, sent you hurtling over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you like a wave, your inner walls clenching around his fingers, your cries echoing off the chamber walls.
He worked you through it, gentling his touch as the tremors subsided, pressing soft kisses to your sensitive flesh. When he finally lifted his head, his chin was slick with your release, and his eyes blazed with satisfaction.
"Beautiful," he said again, crawling up your body to capture your lips in a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and rather than shame, you felt only desire for more.
"Please," you begged against his mouth. "Please, Kento, I need—"
"I know what you need." He positioned himself at your entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against your slick folds. "I always know."
He pushed inside slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. It had been so long, and the stretch was intense, bordering on painful. But beneath the discomfort was pleasure so acute it made your eyes roll back.
"So tight," he gritted out, his forehead pressed to yours. "So perfect. You take me so well, my darling."
"More," you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Please, I need more—"
He gave you more. Drew back and thrust forward, seating himself fully inside you. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders, and he groaned at the sensation.
"Look at me." He cupped your face in his hands as he began to move. "Do not close your eyes. I want you to see—to see how much I want you. How much I need you."
You forced your eyes to stay open, to meet his amber gaze as he thrust into you with increasing force. There was no disgust there. No disappointment. Only love and desire and desperate need.
"You are everything to me." He punctuated each word with a deep thrust. "Everything. Do you understand? You are my wife. My love. My heart."
"Kento—" Your voice broke on his name, tears streaming down your temples. But these were different tears—tears of overwhelming emotion, of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
"I will never tire of you." He was moving faster now, harder, the bed creaking beneath your combined weight. "Never stop wanting you. Never look upon another woman with even a fraction of the desire I feel for you."
"I love you," you sobbed, clinging to him as the pleasure built again. "I love you so much, I am sorry I pulled away, I am sorry—"
"No more apologies." He kissed you fiercely, swallowing your cries. "Only us. Only this.”
He shifted angles, and suddenly he was hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your entire body. You couldn't think, couldn't speak, could only feel and want and need.
"Come for me again." His thumb found your pearl, rubbing in tight circles. "Let me feel you. Let me feel how much your body wants mine."
"Yes, yes, yes—" The word became a chant, a prayer, as your second orgasm built with frightening speed. "Please, Kento, please—"
"Now, my darling. Come for me now."
You shattered. Your back arched, your vision went white, and you screamed his name as waves of pleasure crashed over you, endless and overwhelming. You felt him thrust once, twice more, and then he was following you over the edge, spilling himself inside you with a groan of your name.
For long moments, neither of you moved. He collapsed atop you, his weight a comforting pressure, his breath hot against your neck. You held him close, your fingers tracing patterns on his sweat-slicked back.
"We are not finished," he murmured against your skin.
"We are not?"
"Not even close." He lifted his head, and the heat in his eyes made your breath catch. "I have months of worship to make up for. And I intend to be thorough."
Before you could respond, he was pulling out of you and flipping you onto your stomach. You gasped as he pulled your hips up, positioning you on your hands and knees.
"Kento—"
"Look up, my darling."
You lifted your head, and your breath caught. He had positioned you facing the mirror—the same mirror that had been the source of so much torment. Now you saw yourself in it, flushed and debauched, your dark curls tumbling around your shoulders, your brown skin gleaming with sweat.
And behind you, your husband. Tall and golden in the firelight, his hands gripping your hips, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection.
"Watch," he commanded. "Watch what I see. Watch how beautiful you are when I take you."
He thrust back inside, and you cried out, your arms nearly giving way. But you kept your eyes on the mirror, watching as he claimed you from behind.
"You see?" He set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against your backside. "You see how your body moves? How it takes me so perfectly? How could you ever think this was anything but exquisite?"
"Oh Godahh—Kento—so deep!” You could barely form words, the pleasure overwhelming. But you couldn't look away from the mirror, from the image of your husband taking you with such desperate passion.
"This is what I see every time I look at you." He reached around, his fingers finding your pearl once more. "The woman I love more than anything in this world."
"Please—please—I cannot—" You were going to come again, you could feel it building, impossibly fast.
"You can. You will." He leaned over you, his chest against your back, his lips at your ear. "Come for me, my beautiful wife. Come while you watch yourself. See what I see."
You watched in the mirror as your face contorted with pleasure, as your mouth fell open in a silent scream, as your third orgasm tore through you with devastating intensity. You watched your husband's face as he followed you over the edge, his expression one of pure, unadulterated love.
You watched, and for the first time in months, you saw beauty.
Synopsis: Choso the nerdy IT guy that works in your department who has secretly been obsessing over you and his major crush on your cute ass. You're the cutie at the office who is always brightening up his days with your bright smile and bubbly personality. You both find yourself single on Valentine's Day and alone together after hours in the office. How can you make this V-Day worthwhile? And what about the strange V-Day card that Choso finds under his favorite coffee mug? Surely, you couldn't possibly have left it for him...right?
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Office Romance Trope; Coworkers to Lovers; Nerdy!Choso x Popular!Reader; Obsessive!Choso; Secret Crush; After Hours Shenanigans; Clueless!Reader lol; Crush Confession; Requited Crush/Romance; Office Sex; Almost Caught; Mutual Oral; Reader Has Nipple Piercings; Big Dick!Choso lol; Switchy!Choso x Switchy!Reader; Deepthroating; Tongue Piercing; Doggy; Daddy Kink; Creampie; Mutual O; Aftercare; BF!Choso x GF!Reader
Word Count: 8.4k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: Y'all know I love writing me some Bimbo!Reader shit lol and I had to write more about my baby Choso. I've got WAY more coming later in the week <3 enjoy!! -Jazz
Credits: Choso fanart in collage done by k4enyu on IG! (Link HERE!) All photos found on Pinterest!
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When Choso first walked into the office and saw the little heart-shaped card sitting underneath his favorite coffee mug in the employee lounge, the one he ALWAYS uses, he thought he was hallucinating.
It was an adorable, pink, heart-shaped card decorated with a sparkly, ruffled bow on the front of it. When he lowered his takeout coffee on the counter, he tentatively slipped the card out from under his mug and opened it to reveal a message written in sparkly pink pen on the white insides of the card:
Will U Be Mine?
Choso immediately felt his body grow warm from the message, his eyes drinking in each detail of the beautifully, neat print and the adorable drawn parts over each lowercased I. He was confused as to why he specifically got this card, but even more confused as to why he got it on a random work day…until his younger brother and the office intern walked in behind him.
“Hey, what'd ya get?" Yuji asked, clapping a hand over Choso’s shoulder. "Oooh, is that a Valentine's Day card?! You got a Valentine, bro?!" He said it so loud that the people chilling in the lounge stared at him curiously.
Choso blinked at his younger brother for a short second, realizing that it was, in fact, Valentine’s Day. A day of romance, romcom marathons on TV, and companies marketing romance to couples and horrible partners who didn’t show their significant others affection through sweet gestures throughout the year so they made up for it through chocolates and last-minute flowers.
He had forgotten that it was Valentine’s Day, figuring that it was just a normal, cold winter workday in the office. He paid no attention to the red and pink hearts decorating his favorite cafe or the flower shop at the end of the corner being 50% off today only. He called himself dumb for it, but he was just oblivious. He paid no mind to holidays except for Christmas and Halloween (since that was his favorite one). Any other day was just a normal day for him.
So the fact that he was receiving a V-Day card despite having NEVER gotten one before, even in high school, was more than strange to him. It felt odd, like something was askew in his life and he couldn’t figure out what. "Fuck, Yuji, shut up!" Choso hissed, smacking Yuji hard in the side. "I don't know what this is. It's probably not even for me."
Choso wasn't a bad-looking guy. Quite the contrary. He thought he was pretty average with his black, mullet-like hair, pale skin, lean yet muscular build, and the dark circles surrounding his brown eyes that was hereditary and not because he was the IT guy at a busy business center. He also had tattoos that he hid behind his baggy sweaters and piercings—one embedded in his brow, a couple in his ears, and snakebites that he took out for work.
But he was never as lucky in the dating department as his twin brothers were. Yuji, a tall high school student with a bright smile, soft pink hair, and skills for all sports, was quite popular among the girls. Sukuna, who was the total opposite of their golden boy brother Yuji, always had a different girl under his arm every week, his tattoos, piercings, and jagged personality making him a heartthrob (Choso never understood it).
But Choso? He was lucky to have a girl even smile at him. He didn’t have a big, boisterous personality like Yuji and he wasn’t a “bad boy” like Sukuna. He was a tech nerd; always had been, always would be. You’d often find him in the IT department sitting at his work desk, peering through his glasses at a laptop screen, muttering swears to himself when he ran into a complicated issue or rolling his eyes over the phone with a client who just didn’t understand technology.
He didn’t go on dates. He didn’t participate in workplace dating or hookups because of the messiness that came from them. He was never asked out or given phone numbers. And thought sometimes it got him down in the dumps, he also knew that if any other girl ever showed interest, he wouldn’t be as excited about it. Because his feelings were reserved for someone else.
Yuji curiously peered down at the heart-shaped card, sipping his takeout cold brew. "But it's under your mug though.” Choso shrugged, trying to seem passive but his heart was thumping wildly. “Yeah, but someone probably left it here by accident."
Yuji hummed indifferently, smirking at his older brother. “Mmmm, I dunno, Cho. It's pretty strategic that your secret admirer left it right here." He gave Choso a wink to which the black-haired tech nerd shoved him again, pushing him away from the door to the hallway. "I don't have a secret admirer."
But even he started wondering if that was even true. It didn’t make sense that someone would “accidentally" leave a V-Day card under his favorite mug; the only mug he used at work. It was a Pokémon mug shaped like Gengar, his red eyes and creepy yet adorable smile posted on the front. Nobody used it but Choso, and someone knew that he did.
When and Yuji walked back out into the office hallway, Choso stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the sweetest thing he has heard all morning: your voice. You were giggling as you came skipping out of the elevator with another work friend of yours, a bright smile on your pretty face, dressed in your pink puffer coat and matching hat, gloves, and scarf.
You looked so fucking cute, Choso couldn’t help but realize. He stared at you like a longing idiot as you obliviously skipped down the hallway between cubicles, telling people “Happy Valentine’s Day” and reaching into your bag to hand out V-Day cards. Choso watched as employees’ faces broke into expressions of surprise, happiness, and affection, touched by your sweetness and infectious generosity. Choso was more than attracted to it.
And to you, the cute little office assistant that had been bugging him for over a year since you arrived.
He watched as you skipped over to your cubicle, pink and decorated adorably, which was right beside Yuki’s, situated outside of your boss’ door that sat adjacent to you as his assistant. You smiled as came into Yuki’s little office who turned toward you in her chair, her blonde hair in a ponytail. She gasped when you presented her with a red card decorated in tiny hearts, your glossy, juicy-looking, pink lips stretching into a grin. "Happy Valentine's Day!" you chirped. "This is for you, Yuki!"
Yuki covered her mouth with her glossy acrylics, touched by such a gift. “Awww, honey!" she cooed. "This is so sweet! You're such a doll, thank you!" She stood and hugged you tight, never mind the snow dusting your coat. Choso’s body ached to feel you against him like that, holding you tight.
“Maybe she gave it to ya," Yuji whispered, earning an elbow in the gut. He laughed and rubbed his stomach as Choso shoved the card away into his coat to hide. ”Shut up. Don't even mention that shit."
The truth was Choso had a sick obsession with you. Like beyond unhinged and borderline mental. He wasn't thinking about kidnapping you and stealing you away to keep as his own…at least not ALL the time, but only if you happened to be chatting with the losers and fuckboys crawling around the office that seemed to always be sniffing at you like horn dogs.
He couldn’t exactly blame them. You radiated a sweetness and an adorableness that was attractive as it was sexy. You always wore pink every season, with some additional colors tossed into the mix, but pink was your obsession. Choso thought it was so cute how you decorated your cubicle with the color, pumping hot coffee out of your pink coffee machine into your pink mugs, typing away on your laptop with your fresh, pink acrylics and scribbling notes with your sparkly, pink pens.
You were a walking, talking sun drop, but he has overheard some regard you as a bimbo. It had everything to do with your personality, so bubbly and oblivious, and the clothes you wore. You often came in wearing hip-hugging skirts and dresses that hugged your curvy form and accentuated the curve of your ass, thighs, and tits. You never dressed inappropriately, but your banging body made it so any type of clothing looked obscene on you.
Anytime Choso saw you, you always gave him a polite wave and a smile, telling him “Hi, Choso!” and “Good morning!” in your sweet voice. Whenever you walked by to deliver papers to someone or to chat with IT about your laptop crashing again (to which Choso always made himself available to help you), he could smell your sweet perfume and body mists. Sometimes, you smelled like vanilla and gourmet goods, other times you smelled like spring flowers.
God, he wanted you. He ached to push your conversations to somewhere other than the weather and usual pleasantries at work. He yearned to get the balls to finally ask you out. But every time he tried, he either always chickened out, his anxiety getting the best of him, or someone beat him to the punch.
“Besides, she probably has a date already,” he whispered to Yuji. Just as he said it, he overheard Yuki chatting with you as she brewed you some coffee. “So you ready for your date tonight?” she giggled to you with a wink. “It’s with that security guard Nao, right?”
Instantly, Choso felt his stomach drop. Not just because you had a Valentine already, but because it was with one of the worst fuckboys in the building. He couldn’t stand Nao or any of the security guards that swore they were hot shit just because they were big, buff, and intimidated visitors. Not to mention they went through girls like Choso went through black nail polish.
But why the hell would someone as pretty as you go out with someone like him? He was just the tech nerd. He wasn’t anything special. So he always watched from afar, keeping his feelings to himself. But as watched as you went around handing out other V-Day cards to those in your department, he started thinking that maybe it would be possible to change this situation and finally have you for himself.
‘Nah,’ he thought and went to the IT department located at the far end of the office near the control rooms. He wasn't even in your department, so why the hell would you randomly give him a V-Day card?
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That night, Choso stayed after hours as he usually did to get some work done early, but it was also because he didn’t want to face the depressing fact that he was single on Valentine’s Day. Again.
It wasn’t anything new. He had been single for a long time, so he grew comfortable with the idea of being by himself, especially on Valentine’s Day. Besides, it wasn’t a real holiday anyway; just something to force people to buy into the idea of romance and what it was supposed to be.
Yet even when he thought this, he still felt a pang of envy when Yuji bid him farewell for his own date with his boyfriend Megumi tonight and Sukuna told him that he’d be home late tonight after yet another date with a girl he met during classes. Both of his brothers were comfortable in their dating lives, always experiencing the new, exciting things that come with romance and attraction. But Choso wasn’t. He didn’t even know the first thing about dating the way he knew laptops, viruses, and coding.
Which is how he found himself at his work desk, getting the assignments meant for next week done early with a steaming mug of coffee and his extra cartridge of cherry-flavored vape beside him. He was a weed-smoker, but sometimes he chose his vapes to take the edge off when he was alone. He preferred working alone in the dimly-lit room with just the glow of his laptop and his Spotify playlist playing softly on his phone.
It was something that took his mind off of the strange V-Day card and the stupid idea that he had a “secret admirer”. His brother as stupid. There was no way any girl, especially you, left that for him without it being some misunderstanding or an accident.
But just as he glanced at the clock to see that it was 7PM and saved the Excel chart that he was working on, he heard something. A little rattle that didn’t sound normal like the sounds of the janitor working on cleaning the office. Alarmed, Choso stood up and grabbed his ring of keys before locking up the IT room with his stuff inside and venturing out in the empty office. Everyone has long since gone home…except for one, apparently.
As he turned the corner to see all of the cubicles lining the small office space, he saw you standing at yours, struggling with your short self with moving your desk. You grunted and whimpered, your knees buckling and arms straining in your bubblegum pink work dress. Choso tried not to check you out too much, but it was hard since the dress stopped right at your creamy thighs since it was riding up so much and showed off the slender curve of your breasts.
Were you wearing a push-up bra? He had to wonder since your tits looked a lot perkier than usual, bouncing enticingly as you struggled to move your work desk.
You pulled your hair up as you worked and adorably enough, still wore your ballet flats even though this was some heavy lifting you were trying to do. Cleaning products littered your little space and everything looked a lot more organized than this morning: papers neatly stacked, folders filed away, desk wiped down, etc. How long had you been in here without Choso realizing it?
When you finally gave up and released the desk with a cute huff of frustration, you turned, realizing that you were being watched. “Oh!” you exclaimed, planting a hand on your heart. “Choso, hi! You scared me.” Choso felt instant guilt and regret for staring at you from your cubicle doorway, feeling like a creep. “Sorry. I just…I’m usually the only one here besides the janitors.”
You instantly looked like you had gotten caught with your hand in the cookie jar, standing there among your pink fortress. “U-Uh…I’m just organizing! My area was sooo dirty! Lotta cobwebs and all.” You motioned behind your desk, but Choso didn’t see anything. No dirt, no trash, and definitely no cobwebs. But he didn’t mention it. Okay. You need any help?”
He watched in amusement as you went back to trying to move your desk, squatting in your dress much to his enjoyment. “No, no, I’ve got it! It’s MY desk, s-so…” You cutely grunted, damn near popping a blood vessel. Finally, you gave up and gave him a sheepish look. “Yeah,” you sighed. “Thanks, Choso.”
Choso was already stripping off his sweater, revealing the black V-neck and his tattoos underneath, unaware that you were staring hard. “Sure thing.” He tossed his sweater on your Hello Kitty wheeled chair as he came into your little office space, smirking humorously at the overabundance of pink items: pink coffee mugs, a pink coffee machine, pink posters, pink pens, a pink file holder.
“So you like pink?” he asked, smirking. You gave him a sheepish, shy smile. “Is it that obvious?” you giggled. “I just love the color. I think it makes me look cuter.” He didn’t tell you that he agreed, holding his breath as he walked by you to avoid popping a boner at the scent of your sugary body mist.
He walked right up to your desk and pulled on it, keeping a firm grip on it. You told him where to move it and he pushed it up against the wall of your cubicle so instead of you facing away from the doorway, you could see it from the side. Is here good?” he asked, barely panting from the movement. You happily nodded, jumping up and down, making him fall deeper for you. “It’s PERFECT! Wow, there’s so much room now!”
Quickly, you cleaned up everything from behind your desk—only a fallen pen and a wrapper of strawberry gum—before you turned to Choso with glittering eyes filled with gratitude. Thank you so much, Choso! Can I buy you dinner? Oh, wait, you might have a date tonight, right? Not that I heard or anything, but it’s Valentine’s Day, so I figured that…” You abruptly stopped, looking embarrassed. “Sorry. I’m babbling again. I talk a lot when I’m nervous.”
Choso raised a curious eyebrow at you. Nervous? Why were you nervous? Was it him doing that to you? “O-Oh, no, it’s fine,” he awkwardly replied. "I’m gonna be here for awhile. And no…no date. Just me.” He knew it sounded as pathetic as he felt saying it, but you seemed to hide your pity for him rather well.
“Oh! Well, that’s cool…I-I mean, not cool that you don’t have a date, b-but cool that you’re cool about it!” Externally, he saw you cringe to yourself at your babbling and he quirked a little smile, finding you oh-so adorable that it was hard to resist not falling more for you with every passing second.
God, how much cuter could you fucking get? Were you trying to get snatched up by him? All he wanted to do is scoop you up and put you in his pocket!
An awkward silence descended upon you as he watched you work away with organizing your desk space again, your pink nails gleaming in the dimly-lit office. “So what are you up to tonight?” he finally asked. “Don’t you have a date or somethin’?”
As if realizing that, you blinked at him and popped up straight like a Jack In The Box Box holding a spray bottle. “O-Oh, yeah!” you squeaked. “I mean, I did, but…b-but…” And immediately, you dropped the bottle and burst into tears.
A sob-like exhale broke through that chest and sobs began to escape those pretty lips as you weeped into your hands. Like full on bawling, ruining-your-makeup type crying. Choso stared, taken aback, not sure what to do. “I-I’m sorry,” he awkwardly said. “I didn’t mean to…” Quickly, he reached for the box of tissues sitting next to you and handed them to you. “Here. Sorry.”
You paused enough to grab a tissue and blew into it, luckily not fucking up your pretty makeup too much. Your lashes were still long and thick with mascara and your lips were still juicy and pink. “Thanks,” you hiccuped before using the tissue to dab at your eyes. “It’s not your fault, Choso. I’m so sorry to freak you out like this.”
“It’s cool,” Choso said, still worried, but glad that he wasn’t the one to make you cry with his presence. “You okay? Did I say somethin’ wrong?”
“N-No,” you sniffled, vigorously shaking your head. “It’s just that…I had to cancel my date tonight. You know Nao, right?” Choso nodded. Everyone did. Again, the guy was a total player.
“Well, he had asked me to dinner tonight after work. He told me he always had a thing for me, but I never knew!”
Choso resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Nao probably only told you that to butter you up and a girl as cute, oblivious, and slightly naive as you, you probably took his word for it, thinking he was genuine. “S-So, I…” You paused, covering your face as you muttered, “This is sooo embarrassing.”
But Choso crossed his arms over his chest, surprising both himself and you by uttering, “Try me.” He couldn’t help! He hated to see you so upset, especially over some stupid guy like Nao who only thought with the head in his pants and not the one attached to his skull.
You still looked apprehensive saying anything, but you continued nonetheless. “Well, people were telling me to be careful because he always has lots of girlfriends. I ignored them, but earlier, I overheard him and his friend talking about me.” Just like that, your lush bottom lip wobbled and your eyes welled with tears again. “He just wanted to take me home for sex and then leave me alone! Yuki told me that would happen, but she still was excited for me to go and…”
You stopped, your shoulders slumping. You looked oh-so down. “I feel so stupid,” you sighed. “But what else is new? That’s all anyone ever calls me.”
Now Choso was mad. Really, really mad. “What?” he demanded. “Who? Did Nao call you that?” He wanted to find the douche himself and make him regret ever making you cry. Not many knew this, but in addition to being a tech nerd and a video game buff, Choso was also a gym guy, using free time to pump iron and work on his cardio.
When you looked away, your silence a deafening answer, his urge to find Nao and strangle him grew. “I really thought he was different,” you sniffled. “But why would he wanna date me? All he sees me as is an airhead. A dumb fucking bimbo.”
With every horrible word you uttered, Choso felt his gut twist. He wanted to tell you that you were none of those things. But he didn’t, watching you hug yourself tight, consequently smushing your tits together. “It wouldn’t have been a fun date anyway. I would’ve been thinking about someone else the whole time.”
Suddenly, as if realizing what you said, you gave him an uneasy look, your eyes big and wide as saucers. Choso felt his throat tighten and his heart furiously pound, but he did his best to keep as easy as possible. Chill. Not at all interested in knowing who already had your heart. “Oh…well, who then?” he asked. “S-Sorry, I…you don’t have to tell me. It’s none of my business.”
He blushed furiously, turning away to hide his red cheeks. He felt as desperate as he was sure he looked. To give himself something to do, he bent down under your desk and began to busy himself untangling wires, not wanting you to trip over them.
“No, no, it’s fine,” you replied. “Um…a-actually, it’s someone I gave a V-Day card to today, but I doubt they even got it.” Abruptly, Choso stopped detangling as the room began to squeeze around him.
“I’ve always been too scared to tell them how I feel,” you continued. “I didn’t think they’d care or even go for someone like me. We’re total opposites, but still, I…I really like him.”
SMACK!
“Ow, fuck!” Choso grunted as he slammed his head against the top of your desk. He forgot in a split second that he was underneath it and like an idiot, hurt himself trying to stand. “Choso!” you worriedly asked. You kneeled down beside him and helped him out from under your desk. You looked so afraid for him, your hands carding through his black locks. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I…” He paused, licking his lips. “No, I’m not,” he answered. But it wasn’t because of the injury and possible bruise he just gave himself. It was because of you, the adorable, pretty little thing kneeling in front of him with your tits in his face and your whipped cream-sweet scent tantalizing him, could possibly like him. Want him.
“Did you hurt yourself? Here, let me get the first aid kit!” You raced to get up, but he stopped you, placing a hand on yours. An electric shock ran through him at your soft touch and you seemed to feel it too when you looked down at his veiny hand covering yours. “No, m’fine,” he replied. “I just feel like a fuckin’ idiot.”
“What?!” you exclaimed, your eyes comically widening. “You’re, like, the smartest person in here! You’re like a tech wizard or something! How can you—“
There you went babbling again, but Choso found a way to shut you up. Gently, he cupped your jaw and placed a soft kiss on your lips, silencing you. A soft moan of surprise left your lips before you fell into the kiss, your lips melding with his. He swallowed your mewls and soft moans as he kissed your lips, making his sticky with your gloss. He gave you those moans right back, desperate and yearning, as you gripped his shoulders and biceps, feeling him up.
He could feel how warm and soft you were as his hands tentatively dragged down your back, feeling you up. They ended up falling to your ass and quickly he tried to retract them, but you surprised him by placing them back on the curve of your irresistible behind.
You ended up into his lap suddenly, forcing him to feel the rest of your body heat, especially between your thighs. You grinded against his crotch as your hands stroked up his chest and his squeezed and molded the thick, soft globes of your ass under your dress. Fucking finally. “So the tech nerd is what you want?” he panted. You pulled away, staring at him dazed, kissed dumb.
“I got your card,” he explained. “You left it under my mug.” Instantly, realization flooded into your eyes and your lips parted, a silent explanation on them. “I thought it was an accident or a joke, but now that I know you wrote it for me…” He gripped you to him, needing to understand.
“So it wasn’t a joke or a prank? You actually left it for me?”
Your eyes were soft as you gazed at him, peering up at him through your thick lashes. “Yes,” you softly replied. “I really like you, Choso. I’ve always been too shy to tell you.” Choso felt his entire body go flush like he just finished running a marathon and he could hardly breathe.
“I-I don’t know what to say,” he stammered.
Your lush, glossy lips pouted seductively at him, in need of more kissing. “Don’t say anything. Just kiss me again.” You placed your hands on his chest, groping and feeling him up through his shirt. “Please?” you whispered with those big, brown eyes. And how could he ever say no to that? Or to pretty little you?
Quickly, he kissed you again, pushing you back against your desk. Instinctively, you hopped onto the edge of it, causing Choso to slip between your thighs as he continued to kiss you. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer to you, giving him the initiative to touch you more.
“Finally,” he murmured through your kiss. “I’ve been wanting you…wanting you for so fuckin’ long.” One hand trailed up your back to caress your spine while the other rested on your ass, coaxing you to continue to grind your hips into him. “Me too,” you whimpered as he nibbled gently on your plump, pillowy-soft bottom lip.
“Yeah?” he murmured. He stared into your dazed, hooded eyes, his cock embarrassingly brushing against you. “Y-Yeah,” you panted. “Fuck, Choso, I need you closer!” You practically tossed yourself at him, cupping his face in your hands as your sticky, glossed lips slid against his.
He smiled through the kiss, happy to know that you had been aching for him in secrecy too. This was insane! He was so sure he would go home tonight, play some video games, and smoke a blunt to end his night. He didn’t expect anything like this to happen to someone like him. And he certainly didn't expect to find his mouth latched onto your neck, giving you hickeys, while your hands boldly slid down to his ass.
“Fuck,” you whimpered, your sweet voice making him hard as a rock. “Cho, I-I need—“
CLANK, CLANK!
Abruptly, you both jumped away at the sound of metal against metal, finding the janitor right outside with his cart of cleaning supplies and his headphones on. “Whoops!” the old man exclaimed, holding his gloved hands up in defense. “Sorry to interrupt! You kids don’t mind none!”
He didn’t seem at all alarmed that he caught two coworkers dry humping after hours, but then again, he probably saw worse working here. As he rolled away humming, you and Choso looked at each other, panting, and then began to giggle. “Sorry,” he chuckled. “Do you wanna stop or—?”
“No,” you whimpered, gripping his body to yours like you were afraid he’d vanish. You locked your legs around his waist, keeping him there. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way,” you said, your tone sultry and sweet. “I’m not doing this ‘cause my date fell through. I’ve always liked you, Cho, and there’s a reason why I gave you that card.”
You gave him a shy smile that nearly makes him bust right there in his pants. “If you’re down for it,” you added, batting those pretty lashes at him. “I’d really like for you to be my Valentine…will you?”
Choso had to hold his breath to keep from nutting. This was a dream come true! “Fuck yes,” he grunted. “Come with me. My office has a door that locks.” You broke out into the prettiest smile, making Choso smile too. He loved making you happy. “Okay,” you giggled. “Let me just gather my stuff.”
Choso helped you gather your pink Coach tote bag along with your recyclable Starbucks cup studded in rhinestones, thinking of you as some pretty princess from a distant land who only indulged in cute shit. He then took your hand and led you to the IT department right to his office. As soon as he was inside, the door was locked behind him and you placed your items aside, forgotten.
The only thing that mattered was you now as you reached behind you and confidently unzipped your dress for him. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, shuddering at the sight of you. Each curve was sculpted to perfection, your skin illuminated by the glow of laptop screens, your tits jiggling and bouncing as you yanked the dress down your body.
He helped you bring your dress down your ankles while you slid off your shoes, leaving you in just your pink lace bra and Strawberry Shortcake panties. He laughed at your undies, making you smack his arm. “I think they’re cute,” he cooed, bending down to press a kiss to your ass.
"Cho,” you giggled, reaching a hand back to caress his hair. “You’re making me blush.” That was music to his ears. He wanted nothing more than to make you blush and giggle and smile and cum for as long as you wanted him around. “Baby, he groaned. “You’re perfect.” Realizing his slip-up when you turned around with a shocked expression, he blushed with regret and stood. “S-Sorry, is it okay if I call you that?”
Luckily for him, you were still giving him that pretty, giddy smile. “Yeah,” you giggled. “You’re not too bad yourself.” You began to strip off his clothes as he toed off his shoes, laughing as you helped him tug his sleeves down his too-big biceps and stole hot, breathless kisses in between.
Off came his shirt, revealing his toned body and tatted arms to you. He never liked to brag about himself, but the way you were looking at him made him want to. You stared at him like he was a Ken Doll you just unwrapped. “Oh, wow,” you shuddered, gazing upon him. "I’ve always wanted to see you like this.” You placed your hands on him, hot and soft, making him shiver.
“Yeah?” he gulped. You nodded, sexily biting your lip. “Me too, baby. You have no fuckin’ idea.” His eyes drank in your cleavage, wanting to stuff his face in it, as you felt him up.
“You’re so, so pretty, Chosi,” you mewl, dragging your long, pink, pretty nails across his skin. You ran your hands over every part of him: his arms; his hips; his chest and pecs; his toned stomach that led down to his V-line pebbled in a happy trail. “I-I didn’t shave,” he stammered. “Is that okay?” But you were more than okay with it, kneeling down in front of his bulge pressing beneath his slacks.
“That’s so sexy,” you whimpered. You then unbuckled his slacks for him and yanked them down alongside his briefs, revealing his curved, girthy cock to you, harder than steel and veiny from the shaft to his balls. The way you stared made him dizzy with arousal. “I wanna make my Valentine feel extra good~”, you purred before bending down to press your lips to his cock head, leaving a stain of your gloss there. “Can I, Papa?” you whispered.
Can you?! Choso swore he almost busted the fattest load on your face from the pet name and that sultry look alone. “Yes,” he choked out. “Fuck yes, baby, please.”
You giggled and suddenly, his thick, fat cock was wrapped in your soft lips, your tongue lapping at the pre-cum bubbling from the head. You settled on your knees and began to suck without hands for a moment as you unclipped your bra, revealing your soft, juicy tits and glittering nipple piercings to him.
Choso moaned quietly at the sight of your pretty, swollen nipples so flushed and pinched between the studs of your piercings, making him want to lap and nip at the hard peaks himself. Your pretty eyes and doll-like lashes stared up at him while you stroked and gagged on his cock like it was your profession. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, tossing his head back at the sensations. He wanted so desperately to keep looking at you, but the sight and the feeling was almost too much.
Your mouth was just so wet and your throat was so tight! When you released him, your mouth and lips were coated in spit and pre-cum, your lash line slightly glittering in tears. “You taste so good, Chosi,” you moaned, biting your lower lip as you watched your hand stroke his wet cock up and down as fast as a blur. He was just as hypnotized, loving how your pretty, vibrant nails look wrapped around his thick, veiny dick.
You pressed his hard dick against your soft cheek, nuzzling it. “Am I doin’ a good job?” you teasingly asked. “Am I makin’ you feel good?” You dipped back down to take him deeper down your throat, gagging and choking along his length. He grunted, one hand gripping your hair while the other grabbed the edge of his desk. “God, yes!” he moaned. “You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good f’me, baby. Such a good girl.
You giggled, drunk off of him, and continued to eagerly take him, your soft lips sliding along his shaft as your mouth slid up and down, up and down, giving him throat like he had never experienced in his life…and in his office, no less! “Oh, my God,” he groaned, his brown eyes rolling back behind his skull. “Shit, baby.”
You watched him intently, loving how the whites of his eyes looked. “You taste so good, Cho,” you purred through lips wet with his pre and your spit. “I need more. Gimme more.” Choso paused, staring down at you in awe. “You sure?” he whispered, but when your mouth locked on him again, it was too much to handle.
“H-Ha, shit! Oh, fuck, hgn, baby, hold on!” he groaned. “M’gonna cum!” You eagerly sucked him more, swallowing him down. “No, no, wait!” he gasped.“I-I—oh, fuck, I wanna make you feel good too!”
Immediately, you stopped, confused, drool dripping form your bottom lip, and your eyes shone with lust. “How do you want me, Papa?” you slurred. Choso felt a feral fire ignite inside of him as you stood on wobbly legs, prompting him to grab you to stead you (and to just fucking touch you). “I don’t care,” he hissed. “I just wanna taste you.”
He didn’t expect for you to bend over his desk for him when he demanded it. “Bend over for me,” he said in his deep, smooth voice that made you whimper. Gone was the nerdy, shy Choso, his new identity created by you and your adorable sexiness.
You looked back at him, presenting your ass to him to take for himself, the cheeky pink panties wedged between your full asscheeks the way he wanted to me. He felt like a wild animal the way he moved your panties down to your knees, leading you to reach back and pry your ass cheeks apart. He couldn’t believe it! He was staring dead at your puckered asshole and your pussy, glistening and wet for him.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. Such pretty holes you had. His hands molded and smacked your ass, loving the way it jiggled and how you gasped every single time his hand came down to hit one of your jiggly, soft asscheeks. Then he shoved his face into your pussy, starved for you.
“Oh, my God!” you gasped in delight as his tongue hit your pussy lips. “Is that a tongue piercing?!” He pulled away to smile, the stud embedded in the muscle already slick with your wetness. “My brother did it for me,” he murmured. “I-I can take it out if you—mmph!” You reached back to shove his face back into your pussy, shutting him up.
His lips and tongue quickly became well acquainted with your hot, wet, pretty little pussy, licking, sucking, and lapping up your juices which you allow by pressing your ass further into him. “Fuck, Choso!” you moaned, moving one arm back to run your fingers through his long, black, mullet. “You’re so, so good at this!” You made sounds and moved your hips in a way that made him feel like every other guy you had been with hadn’t been treating that body right.
He wanted to make up for all of it, so he continued to lap at your sweet, pretty little cunt and moan as he did it, drunk off of the taste of you. He was drunk in love with the way your ass bounced in his face, wanting to see his cum dripping down it; the way your cute sobs and whines of pleasure sounded in his eardrums; the way your nails massaged his scalp as you gripped his hair; the way your ass and hips whined and ground back into his mouth like a little slut in heat.
“You’re so good to me, babe,” he murmurs against your clit. “My girl taste so, so good. “You whimpered at his words, sneaking your hand down to rub your clit while he tongue-fucked you against his desk, your slick dripping down your inner thighs. But when he curled his tongue up and his piercing hit your clit, you damn near hit the ceiling. “O-Oh, fuck!” you loudly gasped. “Shit, Choso, yes!” You immediately paused, listening for any voices.
Though he felt his cock surge, proud that he could make you bring that voice out for him, he gave you his fingers to suck on. “Here,” he slurred. “Open your mouth f’me.” You pried your lips open and sucked on his fingers, using them to pacify you as he began to finger fuck you with those long fingers and painted nails with his other hand. He listened to your body, watching as you fucked that wet, gushing pussy onto his digits in time with him curling them up against that spot.
“I’m gonna cum, Cho,” you whined around his fingers. He blinked at you, a rush of arousal rushing through him like a drug. “Really?” he panted. “O-On my fingers?” You shook your head, looking oh-so needy as you stared back at him. “I wanna cum on your cock,” you boldly whispered. “W-Wanna feel you. Please, Papa?”
Between your hot begging and your dripping pussy gripping his fingers, Choso wanted nothing more than to pound you against his desk. But there was one problem: no protection. “B-But I don’t have a—“
“I’m on the pill,” you interrupted him, beckoning him with your eyes and that clenching, squelching pussy. “It’s okay, Choso. Just fuck me.” He ain’t need anymore persuasion. Quickly, spat on his cock and had you turn around to do the same for extra measure, making it slick in saliva. As he slid in, it took everything in him to not grunt out loud like an animal.
He kept quiet, biting back a loud moan as you squeezed around him, even as you were less discreet. “Oh, fuck!” you gasped, your voice bouncing off of the walls. Your voice caused his cock to throb inside of you, making it harder to give you slow strokes.
“B-Baby, keep quiet,” he stammered. “You’re gonna get us caught.” You bit your lip, trying to silence yourself. “S-Sorry,” you whimpered. “You just feel so good!”
Choso groaned as you clapped a hand over your mouth, his hands gripping your hips. “Fuck, you too. You’re so fuckin’ tight and wet and…oh, fuck!” The way you squeezed around him tight and your plush ass bounced against him made it hard to see straight. He wanted to fuck the living shit out of you, till you were seeing stars. But he never sped up or pushed it without your permission.
Not until you looked back at him with wobbly lips and a need in your eyes that almost made him blow his load. “Fuck me hard, baby,” you begged. “Please! I-I’ll be quiet, I promise! Just give it to m—“
Choso didn’t give you time to finish your sentence because he was already pounding into your tight, wet heat without abandon as you held onto his desk for dear life. “Like this?” he grunted. “My baby needs it like this?” Because that was what you were to him now: his baby. His girl. His His pretty girlfriend to please and squeeze and fuck and love on as long as you wanted him to.
“Uh-huh!” you lewdly hummed behind your hand, covering your mouth to muffle your moans, even as the janitor continued to clean outside the door, unaware that two people were fucking like horny rabbits in the locked office.
And when you tossed that ass back into him, he just about lost it. He gripped your hips and began to snap his hips into your wet heat, paying close attention to your sounds and the way your body moved, your knees wobbly and body shaking. He wrapped one arm around you, gripping you tight to his front, pressing himself fully against your ass so he sunk in more.
“You’re so tight for me, cutie pie,” he moaned, continuing to give you that cock deep and fast. “So wet too. You needed this too, didn’t you?” He took you by the back of the neck and angled himself in a way that made your moans grow louder when he pounded your pussy, making the desk squeak.
“Yes!”you moaned behind your hand, your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. “I needed you, Cho! Only you!” Choso didn’t tell you how happy that made him, smiling like an idiot. It gave him the chance to really fuck you like you’d never been fucked before. To make you both feel sorry that neither of you confessed a lot earlier.
“Faster, Choso!” you begged. “Please fuck this pussy faster! Harder!” He couldn’t deny the way his cock swelled and twitched inside you at the sound of your pleas.
He locked his bicep around your midsection as he gripped your hip with the other, fucking you so roughly that your knees began to buckle and your moans mingled with the lewd, squelching sounds of his fat cock plunging in and out of your pussy. His own hushed sounds of pleasure mingled with yours, mixing with the sound of his cock lewdly swirling in your squelching, wet pussy that grips him tighter than a vice.
“This isn’t the last time,” he growled in your ear. “After this, I’m takin’ you on a proper date, okay? Would you like that, baby?” You vigorously nodded as your ass bounced furiously against him, your hole sucking him in deep. As if your pussy was agreeing to this too.
He smacked your ass in time with his thrusts, causing sharp sounds of his hand connecting with your cheeks to fly off of the office walls. Your ass was just too perfect! He couldn’t get enough of the way it bounced and jiggled so enticingly against his stomach as he drilled you.
He wouldn’t mind seeing his cum dripping off of it or down your pussy to your thighs, marking you as his. He wanted to walking funny into the office tomorrow morning, knowing that it was HIM that gave you good dick. That no other man can have you now because HE has you.
“That feel good, hm?” he teasingly asked, continue to hold your neck as he pistons into you. “You like that, baby?” You moaned in response, absolutely gone from the pleasure. He paused and slowly held your leg up, waiting for your consent to continue. You nodded, pushing back into him as if you couldn’t get enough of his cock.
For a while, he fucked you just like that with one hand holding your leg up and the other gripping you back by your waist, holding you steady as he stroked your insides, his heavy balls hitting that clit and making you tingle all over. “F-Fuck, Choso!” you babbled. “Oh, my God, you’re so fuckin’ good!”
You turned your face to the side, your mouth beckoning him forward. Quickly, he kissed you, moaning hotly into your mouth. It only made him fuck you harder, making you bounce against his cock. “M’gonna cum!” you whined against his lips, your tongue slipping and sliding with his. “Make me cum, Papa, please!” Choso felt the same pressure building, causing him to fuck you a little faster, all self control and shyness flying out the window.
He could feel his balls tightening and that knot in his stomach threatening to snap the more your pussy slammed onto him and the more those precious titties jiggled and bounced for him. “Cum with me, Chosi!” you begged in that sweet voice, your nails digging into his biceps. “Give it to me please! I’m so close!”
Ever the vixen, you began to slowly grind your ass back into him and giggled like a damn villain when Choso groaned, his cock edged and your wet walls just too much to not fuck deep into.
Finally, as gripped you to him, slamming himself into you again and again, his moans and grunts of pleasure mixing with yours, he felt himself tripping down the edge, your mixed juices dripping down his balls, making your pussy wet enough to fuck with vigor. “Cum with me,” he demanded as you whined into his ear. “Cum on this dick, baby. C’mon now, cutie, give it to me!”
It didn’t take long for you to cum all over his cock, your pussy squeezing him tight enough where he could hardly move. When you did, it triggered his own nut and he quickly pulled out of you to fuck his fist until his cum spurted all over your ass and pussy, drenching you in it. His lips found yours again, his moans and heavy pants mixing with yours as your tongues swirled with one another.
The orgasm seemed to last for hours, leaving Choso feeling weak and dizzy. Your pussy gushed with your cum and dripped with his, trailing down your thighs, soaking them. You giggled into the kiss, causing him to laugh too. “Fuck,” you sighed against his mouth. “That was so good.” You pressed yourself back into him, intertwining his arms with yours.
“Mm,” he hums in agreement. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.” And he meant it. You were the most perfect little thing in the world. You turned around to face him, your eyes glistening with happiness, and properly kissed him, standing up on your tip toes to reach him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, practically lifting you up off of the floor.
You cutely giggled, nuzzling your nose with his, and then looked terrified within that split second. “Oh, shoot! I didn’t ask you to be my Valentine!” you gasped. Choso laughed, unable to stop himself. You were just too damn adorable!
“Baby, baby,” he chuckled, stroking your shoulders to calm you. “You already did. In your card, remember?” You pouted at him, looking unswayed. “Well, yeah, but not verbally. It doesn’t count.”
Choso just snorted, squeezing you close to him. “Yes, it does. I would think that load I just gave you was answer enough.” You playfully smacked his chest only to lay it across his heart, feeling it pound against your fingertips.
“But yes,” he murmured, cupping your soft cheek in his palm. “I’ll be your Valentine…if you’ll be mine too.” You broke out into a bright, blinding smile like the sun and joyfully wrapped your arms around him, pressing kisses all over his face that made him blush. “Yes!” You laughed. “Yes, yes, I’d love to!”
Choso could have lassoed the moon with his happiness as you kissed, standing in the empty IT room. Finally, this Valentine’s Day would mean something. “Now let’s get dressed so I can take YOU to dinner,” he whispered to which you nodded, giggling.
The next work day, when you came in that morning in your pretty pink coat, you were shocked to find your favorite Starbucks drink—a cinnamon iced latte with pink sprinkles—and a beautiful bouquet of flowers waiting for you. Other employees eyed it curiously and enviously as they passed, wondering who could’ve ever left you such sweet gestures.
“You got a secret admirer,” Yuki said with a wink. “These were left at your desk.”
You stripped off your coat and gingerly at your desk, the soreness from yesterday’s “activity” after hours making your stomach flip and your pussy tight with arousal. “Not so secret,” you giggled, reading the message scribbled in sharpie on the Starbucks cup: To the prettiest girl in the office! — C
And as you sipped your drink pumped full of caffeine and sugar, you read the greeting card tied generously to the bouquet and grinned:
Happy belated Valentine’s Day, baby! Enjoy the coffee too! 🩷 -love, your favorite IT guy
writing Enjin as a character is super fun because I think he’s so dynamic. there’s a lot of contradictions within his personality and I think it speaks to imperfect leadership being able to mold to the needs of those around to being the entire team together.
like sure he acts like a goofball, but each of the members of team Akuta look up to him for different reasons. Riyo credits him with keeping her in line and rebuilding her soul, Zanka looks to him for approval and that he’s on the right path with whatever he’s trying to accomplish, and Rudo sees him as a beacon of hope in so much that Enjin is his golden ticket back to the Spehere. He was the first person to say hey! this doesn’t align really, but fuck it, we’ll see how we can help while we take you in.
Mr. “I don’t like clingy” actively making sure his team is safe, inviting himself to follow along with whatever side quest the others need. I genuinely think there’s a disconnect where he lost SOMEONE or his life was totally upended so now he looks for connections. I mean, we had the Ensign/Umbrella reveal in the latter episodes of this season. Is the reason he voices this BECAUSE he’s terrified of losing someone else he’s responsible for? or is it a fear of control and losing said control and having his life/team out of his hands?
there’s something underneath the surface regarding his character and I’m dying for his backstory reveal but something tells me that he’s more layered than some give him credit for. he talks SO MUCH but we know SO LITTLE.
fanfiction wise, having him have a push/pull with reader is something I feel would be such an inevitability because how do you know how to care for something if it’s continued to ripped away? and what if you actually don’t want them to go, but that anticipatory grief stops you from celebrating now?
in which semiu takes enjin to the strip club to let off steam and you become his favorite dancer.
cw: afab reader, reader is a stripper, reader has a christina piercing, enjin cums in his pants, anime spoilers(?), kinda ooc but whatever, squirting, fingering, dry humping, it is implied that enjin has a big dick, enjin is being annoying
wc: 1.9k
enjin’s had a hell of a week.
a call about a disturbance in no man’s land turns into being responsible for a bratty spherite kid who has managed to get kidnapped too many fucking times for his liking. not to mention a child turned his crew against each other with mind control before almost getting sent to glory in a trash beast. yeah, he’s about had enough.
which is why when the invitation from semiu came to have a night out in the city, he couldn’t have said yes fast enough.
the city was particularly quiet during the week, but the moment the weekend came downtown was flooded with people. restaurants and bars were packed to the brim with patrons, but semiu had a different idea on how to let off steam: the strip club.
enjin hasn’t ever been, claiming to be more of a dive bar enthusiast than a patron at a club. semiu was confident he’d enjoy himself though, especially since there was a particular dancer she knew would grab his attention.
originally from canvas town, you came to the city seeking a different form of artistic expression. you loved dancing, and with no other means to support yourself you auditioned for ballerinas, the only strip club in the ground. you quickly became a favorite of the patrons, to no surprise of the owner. you were beautiful, your bikini top reflected perfectly against your skin, the cups fitting just a size too small.
and unlike the majority of the dancers in the club, you opted to perform without panties.
semiu noticed you before enjin, the sound of your pleasers echoing in a dull thud each time you took a step. each time your hips swung your ass called attention to it, hypnotizing anyone that went to look. once enjin looked up at you on the stage, he nearly lost the freshly lit cigarette from his lips.
you were already staring at him, proudly showing off your christina. you had opted to swap the jewelry for a belly ring, wanting to bring more attention (and more tips, of course). the silver ring reflected against the light and revealed three butterflies that dangled over your lips. he was ruined.
the music started and you finally tore your gaze from the golden eyed man, sauntering around the pole as the 80’s instrumental blasted through the speakers. in no time you were in the air, your arms holding you up as you floated above the ground. the light reflected against your shoes as you mimed walking, and enjin swore he stopped breathing.
“if i had known the thing that would keep you quiet would be the strip club, i would’ve taken you here ages ago.” semiu teases, relaxing against the pleather couch as she watched you spin, your body molding with the pole. enjin rolled his eyes, ready to retort with some sort of rebuttal, anything, until he caught your stare again.
you were now horizontal, holding onto your feet as you spun around. your piercing caught the light and could’ve blinded him with how intensely he was staring. “damn..” his voice came out strained as he watched you, taking another slow drag of his cigarette. he felt almost guilty for staring at your piercing, but when you smiled once he looked at you he realized you wanted him to look. your legs wrapped around the pole, practically spreading yourself open for the entire club to see. semiu wished she could take a photo of enjin’s face right now.
bills rained on you and covered the stage as you hung upside down, shaking your legs before bringing your shoes to clack together. you were absolutely mesmerizing, enjin thought to himself. the staff helped sweep up the bills in order for the next dancer to come on stage, you blowing a kiss to the stunned customer as you walked backstage. you could feel him staring at you for the entire routine, and it sent a shock down your spine. you secretly hoped you weren’t wet up there, one of the few downsides of performing bottomless.
enjin followed you all the way until you were out of sight, making semiu laugh so hard her stomach hurt. “you keep watching her so hard you’re gonna break your neck,” enjin nearly choked once he got caught, grimacing as he went to chug down his glass of beer. “easy for you to say. she was eye fucking me from the stage. god…” he paused to palm his dick through his pants. at that, semiu lost it.
“i mean if you’re still pent up, you can always ask for a private dance. maybe she’ll get you close enough where you can fuck your fist in the bathroom.” she mutters while stealing one of enjin’s cigarettes, lighting it herself with a sigh. “go on. before you cum in your pants just sitting there.”
you were sitting in the locker room, having since cleaned up and put on a new pair of bottoms when the owner came looking for you. “room 1, let’s go.” somebody booked you for a private dance, and you didn’t even have to go searching for a customer! thank goodness. you sprayed one last time your favorite perfume before following the owner out to the floor, making sure to strut into the room where the lucky bastard was waiting.
“oh, what a pleasant surprise. it’s you,”
there sat enjin on the obnoxious velvet seating, eyes following you as you crossed the room to sit next to him. “what, cat got your tongue? or you upset you can’t see my piercing anymore?”
enjin laughs, his hand going to rub at his jaw once you were seated. fuck, he didn’t want to prove semiu right and blow in his pants, that’d be so embarrassing. “nah, far from it. you’re even hotter up close, i just wanted to have you to myself for a bit.”
you roll your eyes.
the music from the club could be heard from inside the room, so it was much easier getting into the zone. swinging your leg over his lap, you then straddle him before taking one of the mints from the table and placing it on your tongue. “don’t be offended, ok? i don’t do well with cigarettes.” you lean in to kiss him, and enjin swears his brain short circuits. he’s never been in a strip club before, let alone a private room, and here you are making out with him.
“careful now,” you warned in between kisses, “i’m still in charge here.”
the mint danced on your tongue as you tugged on his bottom lip, careful not to swallow as that was how you were keeping time. wait until it melts, then on to the next. your hips also started to move downwards onto his lap, and you didn’t even swat his hands away when he grabbed at your waist.
“yes ma’am,” enjin mumbles against your lips, swearing under his breath as your pussy was grinding right on top of his dick. you giggled and pulled away from the kiss, ignoring him chasing you and moving down to lick up his neck. his tattoos glistened under the light with your spit while your teeth tugged on his earlobe. he hissed as he felt you bite and suck marks onto his neck, your hips moving to rub figure 8’s on his lap. you gasped softly as you felt him get hard underneath you, if he was this big in his pants… no. lock in, you’re at work.
unfortunately for you, enjin had noticed your reaction and got a big(ger) head about it. “you didn’t think i’d be packin’ much, did ya? i’m not like your other shrimp dick customers,”
if you rolled your eyes again they’d end up in the back of your skull. as much as you would love to bicker with the big dicked heavily tatted man you were sitting on top of right now, you had money to make. which is why once the mint melted in your mouth, you stood up and turned away from him.
he didn’t even have time to finish his outburst of a protest once you pulled your panties down in front of him, kicking them off of your ankles before going to sit back down on top of him. “what was that now? somethin’ about you packin’?” you swiped your fingers in between your lips and rubbed them against his palm, and in that moment he forgot how to breathe.
“you gonna finger me or ‘m i gonna have to do it myself?”
enjin’s eyes flickered between his sticky palm and your spread legs from whence it came from. he studied your eyes again, wondering if this was some sort of trap. even if it was, he was so far gone at this point he would willing walk into the line of fire. you took one of your hands and spread yourself open, gasping as the cold metal of your piercing was now grazing your clit.
your back arched away from his chest as his finger reached deeper than yours ever could, one quickly turning into two as your moans and whimpers made his dick twitch every time he heard it. you took his free hand and brought it to one of your breasts, his large hand squeezing and rubbing your nipple through your bikini top. you couldn’t hear if he was saying anything over your own moans and the music, but you were also grateful for that. less opportunities to hear his slick mouth come up with a way to tease you. doesn’t he know you still have all the control?
as much as you were enjoying fucking yourself on his fingers, you knew you still had a job to do and needed to wrap this up soon. you craned your neck back and started to whisper a couple of things in his ear, hoping that he’d cum and that you’d be able to fake it. but enjin wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly what you were doing.
“i’ll pay as much as i need to for that pretty pussy to cum for me, got that? you’re not goin’ anywhere.” his voice was heavy with restraint, and from the wet spot on his pants you knew it wouldn’t be much longer for him.
once you heard him promise to pay to get you off, you really started to loosen up. you moved his hand to be underneath your bikini top, moaning and cursing as it felt so much better on your bare skin.
you could tell he was getting closer as he spread his fingers inside of you, your head falling back against his chest. “i-i’m close, i—fuckkk,” if he had you completely strung out on his fingers, you don’t think you’d be able to take his dick. at least not tonight.
“c’mon, cum all over these fingers f’me. shit, you’re so fucking wet. you hear that? fuck, i’m in love with you.” you could hardly hear him as you came with a loud whine, his fingers moving to rub at your clit as he watched you squirt on him and subsequently the floor.
once you calmed down you sat up and watched enjin suck on his fingers, his pants being completely drenched with yours and … did he cum in his pants?
he met your gaze and looked down at his lap, chuckling dryly.
“i owe my friend fifty bucks.”
you made sure to only do private rooms with him from now on.
what the fuck guys this really got away from me. special special thanks to @fricks @lotties-ashwagandha @jayybugg and my sweet pea j for being my beta readers/proofreaders cause WHEW! this almost took me out i won’t lie
hello gachiakuta fandom this is my fic entry to join you all :) im beanie nice to meet ya will def write more soon .. maybe for semiu.. 🫦
CW: P in V, kinda proofread, creampie, nanami’s 1/8th danish
Nanami was never really big on the holidays. He was never a huge sourpuss about it but he would only really engage so he could visit family. But that all changed after he met you. He was amazed at how you could always make any situation enjoyable, and every year you managed to make Christmas better than last.
Suddenly before he knew it he buying decorations more decorations you would like, and helping you plan which order of movies you should watch as a countdown. But eventually he wanted to do something more for you. He knew he was already pretty good at spoiling you ( even outside of the holiday ) but he felt like he should take the time and plan something like how you planned something fun every year. When finally he came to a conclusion both of you would enjoy
He came to the decision to treat the both of you to a holiday trip to Denmark. He was familiar to it due to him visiting his grandfather over there, but he thought it would be the perfect because it gave off that “ winter wonderland “ vibe you adored.
So he found a nice cozy cabin away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and before you knew it you and him were flying over for the holidays. You ADORED the cabin! It was the perfect. It was a short drive away from a small town, it was surrounded by a lush forest, not to mention it had a hot tub AND fireplace. It was almost like you had stepped onto a set of one of those hallmark movies.
The first day was mainly you two unpacking and taking it easy but after all that way over, everything went into full swing. After breakfast you both went out to the woods to find a nice tree ( him of course cutting it down for you ).
After dusting it off and putting it up you took out the decorations you packed and dressed it up but it didn’t hurt for you two to visit the town and collect a few more things. And of course for him to follow you around and help you take pictures. Once you made it back to the cabin you weren’t allowed to lift a finger.
It was only after dinner you somehow convinced him to let you help bake cookies with him. The night had gone on smoothly. You two ended up on the living room couch, tree softly glowing, and both of you were huddled together under a blanket as with cups of hot chocolate. It was truly perfect night you two had spent together..but there was one last thing he wanted to give you. Consider it his early Christmas present.
Before you knew it the both of you had ended up on the on the rug near the same fireplace, with the same blanket under your back to prevent any sort of discomfort. Nanami was on top of you, caging you between his strong arms as he pushes himself inside painfully slow. It drags a small strained sigh from your lips as his gently peppered your face in soft kisses.
“ Ken i- “ you mewl out before he cups your cheek and places his thumb over your lips to silence you.
“ shhh. It’s okay love, i got you “ he coo’s. A sharp contrast to him shamelessly stretching you out. He’s determined to show you how much he loves and cares about you. His large hands find their way to your hips and without warning his firmly pulls you down on his cock, forcing a chocked cry from you.
“ thats it lemme hear you “ he whispers as he starts to move inside you. The feeling of your warm cunt around him causes his breath to become more shaky as his self control starts to come undone.
“ Fuuuck your gorgeous “ he groans as he finally starts to to thrust in and out of you. Though he’ll never admit it he loves watching you fall amount because of him. This man is locked the fuck in when it comes to you. Ever moan every sound that comes out of him is more motivation for him to keep going deeper, to keep going harder. Because all of this was just a sliver of the amount of love he holds for you.
“ baby “ you mewl out
“ uh uh? “ He ask as he continues to pound into your dripping wet cunt
“ i-I’m gonna “ before you could finish that sentence he locks you in a tight bear hug. DETERMINED to make you finish no matter what. You can barely take and you dig your nails into his broad back.
“ thats it baby. Don’t hold back “ he grunts with one finally thrust sending you over the edge. Only after you release around him he allows himself to cum deep inside of you. Almost like a wave the exhaustion over comes. He refuses to let pull out while you both are panting messes.
“ god i love you so much “ he whispered as he gently brushes some of your messy hair out of your face to get a better view of your face.
“ im so grateful to have you..
Author note: hiii so this is my first time writing P in V smut so it’s kinda bunz. Hope y’all like it ig
bulking szn for your husband nanami / cw: unrealistic physical changes / a/n: i’ve seen like 5 fics with this idea with toji so … here’s nanami
it’s no secret that your husband goes to the gym. thick, defined muscles from his shoulders and back to his calves and thighs. no amount of clothing can hide his physique. and now, when it’s time to bulk, he’s even bigger. a bit of pudge forms on his stomach, those muscles becoming less defined, and overall… he’s warmer. thicker and warmer like a huge bear when he cuddles you at night.
you make his meals for him too. garlic pasta, burritos, bagels stuffed with so much cream cheese it gets overstuffed. everything he wants. whenever cutting season comes, you dread having to make him high protein, low calorie meals. not because they’re hard, but because all that warmth and thickness goes away.
but you’ll savor it for now. especially now. now, when he’s got you deep in a tight prone bone, his thickened body nonetheless strong still, but more warm and heavy. his arms cage you in, the heat of his body causing your face to flush. not only is the rest of his body thicker, but so is his cock.
the sheer girth of it has you on the verge of tears. the way it’s stretching you has you convulsing around him, arching into the mattress, panting heavier than usual. “am i too heavy, sweetheart?” he asks, voice as gruff as ever, just how it always sounds when you’ve got him on the edge of coming.
you shake your head desperately. you want his weight on you. badly. “more—hngh, more, ken.” you feel his balls slap your clit when he goes deeper. you feel the throb of his cock when you tighten impossibly more around him.
he presses his forehead to the back of your head, trying to fuck deeper into you. you’re gripping at the sheets, whining and mewling for him like a cat in heat. he’s barely thrusting anymore, just rutting and chasing both his and your orgasm.
he needs you to cum for him first though, it’s the only way he can get off. the way you get when you squirt all over his cock, tears brimming your eyes, arms clinging to him. he craves it.
“come on, baby, cum for me. i know you need it.” the rasp in his voice pushes you impossibly closer to the edge. but that’s not what does it for you. what does is when he wraps his thick bicep around your neck, putting you in a headlock while he urges you to cum. it only takes a second before you’re cumming so much you think you might pass out, white vision and all.
as soon as you tighten around him like that, juices squirting out around his cock, he buries his cock to the hilt and cums with you, feeling an overwhelming desperation to breed you. “god—fuck, fuck—“ the rasp in his voice now serves as a broken groan.
of course, he has to reward all your great cooking with a great orgasm.
(18+) Kento Nanami x fem!reader
You find that you're unable to orgasm unless your man, Kento, is present. He is more than happy to oblige to your predicament, just not in the way you were expecting.
content: masturbation (m and f); mutual masturbation; voice kink; edging (m); use of sex toy (dildo); slightly dom nanami? (giving reader orders/instructions); pet names (baby, darling, my love)
realized i haven't written for him yet 😭 so here we are ♡ i know voice kink with him is maybe over done but damn it's too good to not do it
- possible spelling errors
It wasn't enough. It. Wasn't. Enough.
Furiously rubbing your clit and thrusting your dildo in and out of your cunt in frustration, you finally give up. You couldn't conjure up a satisfactory orgasm. You even got yourself worked up beforehand watching porn, and then proceeded to imagine doing the lewd actions with your boyfriend. Needless to say, that ember of want died out – and as you have now discovered, you need Kento present in some form or fashion, to be able cum.
Unfortunately, he had left some time ago to get groceries for the week, and you weren't expecting him to be back for another hour or so. Letting your hands flop to your sides, you shut your eyes and take a deep breath before huffing out. You were tempted to try again, just maybe imagining scenarios a tiny bit harder, before figuring it was a dumb idea. A possible solution cropped up into your mind then: his voicemails.
Feeling like an idiot for not realizing sooner, you flipped to your side and snatched up your phone. Opening up your voicemails, you selected the most recent one and hit play. It was one he left while you were at work, but it was simple: checking in you and seeing if you were on your break, if you enjoyed the lunch he made you, and ending with an 'i love you'.
But the smoothness of how he spoke his words. That slight gravel to it. It did something to your brain you couldn't describe other than it being heavenly. After listening to it a couple of times, your hands meandered teasingly, making their way to your now taut nipples and wet cunt. You teased yourself first before your grabbing the dildo once more.
You were so fixated on his dreamy voice and the arousal it brought forth, you almost didn't hear the clearing of a throat followed by, "Enjoying yourself, darling?".
Startled you whipped your head up, hands pausing, dildo stopping mid thrust. Wide eyed, you chuckled nervously, "Kento, baby. Scared me a little..." He was standing in the doorway, leaning against it with his veiny forearm, head resting against it. Despite normally being a prim and proper man, Kento forwent his usual neatly parted hair and had it down. His more sleek attire replaced with a looser fitted white t-shirt and khaki shorts, partially hiding his gorgeous physique. His eyes weren't hidden behind glasses, and it felt as though his pointed stare was burning holes into you, his expression neutral. You felt your cunt clench.
Kento gave a non committal hum before removing his body from the door way, languidly making his way towards your tense form on the plush bed. Realizing the voicemail was still playing, slight embarrassment washed over you as he leaned his upper body over you, hands caging either side of your head as he stared down at you. His eyes flicked over to your phone, hearing his voice making the gears in his head turn. He pressed the pause button before returning his attention to you, "Looks like you could use some help, my love."
You gulped and nodded shyly. Kento smiled, chuckling lightly before he leaned back up, and made his way to the end of the bed. His fingertips lightly trailing down your body along the way. He didn't crawl into the the bed though, no. He sat himself down in the rounded chair in the corner of the room, near the bed.
You sat up on your elbows and stared at him, blinking and confused. "Kento what are--"
He cut you off before you could finish, "I'm helping you. What does it look like?"
"From... over there?"
He slowly nodded, hips shifting to help alleviate the strain on his cock in the confines of his boxers and his shorts. You eyes followed his movement, understanding slowly blooming in your brain.
"I'm slightly hurt you haven't told me you love my voice that much... but it's alright, darling. I love knowing you get yourself off to it now. Knowing I make you feel so good. So put on a little show for me, yeah?" His voice dropped to a husky timbre.
You gulped, "O-okay." His slight demand and sudden drop of his voice had you obeying though, your cunt clenching around nothing. Seeing your usually stoic man in a relaxed state, telling you to listen to his voice and put on a show for him? That wasn't helping either.
Laying back down, you brought hands up to your breasts, massaging and squeezing them, rubbing, flicking, and pulling your nipples. Each gasp and low moan graced Kento's ears. He brought a hand downwards to palm at his bulge, cock throbbing and leaking with need.
"That's it, darling. Keep going... just like that. Run a hand down your body, just like I would."
It was as if he had put you under a spell, following the words driven from his delectable lips, but fuck if you didn't love every second. He was right. He was helping you. Just with his voice alone. Skimming your fingertips down your body, paying extra attention to squeezing your hips and thighs, trying your best to imitate his hands path. A low groan grumbled from his chest causing you to slightly sit up to catch sight of him. Kento looked a mess already: face flushed, ear tips red, breathing slightly heavy. His hips rolling up occasionally to meet the slow swipe and pressure of his palm on his covered dick.
"Hah- you look beautiful right now, my love. D-don't stop. Move those hands to that pretty cunt of your yours. Need to see it."
Complying, your hands meandered to your thighs first, giving them a squeeze before parting them further, and spread your pussy lips. Kento's eyes widened at the sight, slight strands of slick pulling and breaking as you spread your lips, arousal pouring forth.
"Th-this ok, my love?" A shiver travelled up your spine at his hungry stare.
Kento moaned, "More than ok. You look divine. Pleasure yourself for me, darling. I want to see you fall apart."
Wasting no time, your fingers found your clit, unhurriedly rubbing patterns and applying pressure unto it. You placed a couple pillows behind you before your eyes searched for your dildo, a hand grasping it as soon as you spotted it. Locking eyes with him, you brought it up to your lips, pressing a kiss to the tip before licking a long stripe from the base to the tip. You sucked on it part way before lowering it back down and bringing it to your awaiting hole.
You heard Kento mutter under his breath, "Oh, you little minx." Followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled down, to which your eyes wandered down to. You watched Kento pull his cock out from the confines of his shorts and boxers, the tip a flushed pink, his length heavy and hot. You wish you could touch it, suck it, ride it. And you guessed you could, but you knew Kento was loving this, and so were you.
Breaking out of your trance, you inserted the toy into your drooling cunt, moaning, mouth in a slight O at the stretch despite having used it not long ago. Kento's own moan wasn't far behind, wet schlick sounds filled the air along with the wet squelches from your cunt.
"Yeah.. that's it. Fast- nngh- faster, my love, faster. Let me hear those pretty cries and moans."
You let your head fall back, eyes fluttering shut to enjoy the sensations combined with Kento's sultry voice. Rubbing circles on your clit faster, you thrust the dildo in and out, searching for that sweet spot and finding it, hips twitching and cunt clenching at the feel. Continually hitting it, your back arched off the bed in pleasure, moans becoming louder with each passing second. All the while Kento's lidded eyes stayed trained on you, switching back and forth from your face to your cunt leaking on the bed, your hands pleasuring yourself. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, precum leaked down his knuckles as he resisted the urge to speed up along with you. His other hand white knuckled the arm rest, veins bulging out. He tipped his head back and groaned loudly, sweat dripping down his brow. He wanted so badly to let go and cum along with you, but watching you and giving instruction was more satisfactory.
"Doin' so good for me. Love hearing that cunt, your beautiful voice. Wish it was my cock in your pretty pussy? Hm?" He huffed out.
"Y-yes! Wish it was you, Kento!" You cried out.
"You want to cum?"
"Nnggg yes!" You nearly sobbed out.
"Shit- let go for me. Let me see you cum then. Now."
He had to quickly squeeze the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming, his cock throbbing at the lack of release, all from watching you come undone. Your body tensed, thighs shaking as you came, pussy clenching and pulsing around the toy, wishing it was Kento's dick buried inside instead. Your loud moans and heavy breaths filled the room. Your body twitched with aftershocks as you continued to rub your clit slowly, finally stopping after a few moments. Heart thudding, you laughed breathlessly.
Kento gave himself a moment before tucking his still rock hard dick back into his boxers, and buttoned his shorts back up before standing and made his way towards you. He cupped your face immediately and kissed you.
"How was that, my love? Satisfactory I hope?"
You nodded dazedly, "Mmm, mhm. Incredibly. Thank you, I wasn't expecting it. You enjoyed it too, I hope."
He smiled gently, "I did, yes. Anything to make you feel good. Let's get you cleaned up."
As you both began to get up, sudden realization struck his features, to which you questioned him. "Whats wrong?"
"Uh, its nothing. I'll tell you about it in a bit." He wasn't about to tell you that he forgot about the groceries, especially the ice cream that was more than likely melted by now, lest he got scolded by you. But, he supposed you both could still make use of it. He did have another kink in mind he's been wanting to try out...
i love kenjiro tsuda's voice so much, it is sooo drool worthy. legit perfect for kento imo ♡
Okay, personally I think Nanami would be a tricky one. If there is one guest in the house, he kills it, and everybody lives. But if there are two or more guests, Nanamin gets murdered the same night. (ooops shibuya reference)
Speaking about the lore, I have some ideas. I think from him we could learn that the visitors existed before the apocalypse. Maybe he was a former FEMA employee, like, from the times when FEMA were not so public (we have some evidence in the game that FEMA existed before the plot events)
What do you think?? Shall I do someone else???
Summary/tags: Nanami knows his wife gets a lil dramatic in the morning. She/her pronouns, fluff.
Her fingers fly across the screen. Quickly typing out the message ringing through her head, sending it off without a second thought. Turning her head, she glares at her husband's side of the bed.
YN : Do you hate me
She woke up just a few minutes ago, cold and alone. They’ve talked about this before. About how she wanted Nanami to wake her up before he left for work.
But every morning he would reach over, turning off her alarms and giving her forehead a kiss. His wife deserved a few more minutes of sleep. The phone dings in her hands.
Kento: Good morning to you too princess
She frowns at his quick response.
YN: You still haven't answered the question
She adds a quick frowny face to emphasize her feelings. She can imagine Nanami at his desk, shaking his head at her antics.
Her legs swing over the edge of the bed. Her phone dings before her feet can meet the plush carpet.
Kento: Sweetheart it's too early in the morning for this
Stop being ridiculous
She huffs, her fingers race across the screen as she exits their bedroom.
YN: So you DO hate me
She blindly makes her way down the hall. Photos of their family lining the walls. She doesn’t spare them a glance, instead spamming their chat with broken heart emojis. Briefly she wonders how much longer she can annoy her husband before he turns off his phone.
She rounds the doorway, eyes glued to her phone. The sudden ringing startles her, hip colliding with the edge of the counter.
Sliding her finger across the screen, her husband's exasperated voice fills the quiet kitchen. “Have you had coffee yet sweetheart?”
Her eyes pan across the room, stopping once she lands on the coffee maker. The pot is full, waiting for her to get up. “You’re too good to me Ken.” Making her way over, she reaches into the cabinet for a mug.
She hears Nanami hum on the other end of the line. “I made sure to grab that creamer you like. It’s in the fridge baby.”
She leaves the mug and her phone on the counter. Excitedly pulling open the fridge doors, quickly finding the new sugar cookie creamer she's been obsessed with recently.
The bottle heavy in her hands as she makes her way back to her phone. “You’re so sweet to me. What would I do without you?” Nanami chuckles through the phone, “I do it because I love you sweetheart.”
She coos, cutting off her husband. She mumbles a quick “You’re so cute Ken, love you so much.” through sips of coffee. Nanami laughs, “Love you too baby. Now stop being a brat and let me get back to work.”
SO it turns out I have even more thoughts on him than I realized, like I wrote 14k words about him and I still have so much more to say so here’s some headcanons that didn’t really fit anywhere. NOT WORKSAFE, but this covers a wide range of topics, with the nsfw stuff being only like 1/4th of them.
Adam Frankenstein Headcanons
- General:
He’s a stew guy, like that’d be his go-to meal if he could have it. He likes that no matter what it always tastes a little different than the last time and how easily it can be modified with different ingredients plus it warms him and makes him feel cared for.
Gets cold easily and gets colder than most people can handle, though he still prefers to be wrapped up in something warm.
His voice is deep and can vary between gravelly and raspy, though it gets a tiny bit higher when he’s upset or extremely passionate about something.
Tends to mutter under his breath and talk to himself a little when he’s working on figuring out something complicated.
He can be a bit impulsive and it often bites him in the ass, but he’s working on it.
Has absolutely NO care for looking how men are expected to look at that time in society.
His hair gets very poofy and wavy when it’s taken out of a wet braid.
He has thin skin, and though he heals relatively quickly, he also scars very easily and bleeds easily too.
Will read anything and everything he can get his hands on. He wants to learn about the world as much as possible.
His favorite fiction genre is romance, and he likes big, toxic all-consuming romances and thinks they’re the height of romance. He’s a Heathcliff stan (hey, he’s gotta have SOME bad qualities, am I right?).
Not the best at singing, can’t really stay on tune, but he enjoys singing when happy and alone. Gets very embarrassed if caught.
Animals either adore him or despise him, there is no in-between.
Has a habit of slouching over when standing, to seem just a little shorter.
Feels emotions very intensely. He’s never just sad, he’s devastated, he’s never just angry, he’s furious, he’s never just happy, he’s overjoyed. It’s something he’s working on.
- Romantic:
He has a habit of staring at the one he loves for a long time, blinking very minimally.
Adam doesn’t like to be far away from you, and will follow you around like a lost puppy.
Very much would prefer to have some part of him touching you at all times, usually handholding.
Takes him a while to get used to you touching him as opposed to him touching you, but once he does, he melts.
Braid his hair! It’s practical, its cute, it says fuck you to fashion trends of the time, and it’d make him smile. Braid! His! Hair!
Loves the idea of helping out with mundane tasks, like he’ll cook and sew and be so very gentle when brushing your hair.
Uses so many little terms of endearments, the more reverence they show to you the better. He wants you to know he puts you on a pedestal and practically worships you.
One thing that will piss him off quickly (unless you’ve maybe asked him to please hold back ahead of time) is someone insulting you. He’d be ready to go off on them in a scary way within seconds.
Ideal sleeping position: curled up around you like a pill-bug. He’s big enough that he can probably wrap his body entirely around you and would want to do that every night if he could. Horrible for both of your backs.
If you braid his hair (which you should!) he would want to braid yours in return if possible.
Tends to stand behind you when in public. Partially out of shyness, partially to serve as a warning to others to not fuck with you.
When he’s standing behind you in public? The slouch is GONE, he is eight feet of glaring intensity, like a pissed off lighthouse behind a tiny cottage.
Really doesn’t like anyone else touching you and would get a bit more clingy even if it was a purely platonic touch.
Honestly he’s very possessive. He’s found one person in the world who loves HIM, flaws and all, and he doesn’t want to risk losing you.
Tells you he loves you at least 4-5 times a day, including any time you leave a room he’s in.
- Sexual:
You know that image of the hamster eating a banana? You’re the hamster.
Massive, ridiculously large dick that’s still in proportion so it doesn’t look too crazy huge, but it’s still probably about 9-10 inches hard, 7-8 flaccid.
Absolutely aware of how big he is, and takes every step he can think of to make things easier, though it might still be tricky at first.
Adam prefers positions where he can see your face.
Very vocal, tries to hold back sometimes but fails, very loud.
Says anything that comes to his mind, most of which is just really over-the-top praise for you and how you make him feel.
He’s close to 400lbs of muscle, but very mindful of his body so that he doesn’t hurt you. Even if he lays on you he’d still be supporting himself mostly.
Not really fond of mirrors being involved. He’d love to see different angles of you, but himself? Not so much.
Thinks he’s going to die and ascend to heaven when he first gets a blowjob. Though he loves it, he prefers to give rather than receive, he wouldn’t want to hurt your jaw.
Not much aftercare the first time because he doesn’t know as much about it, but once he learns he’s a king.
Cleans you up, gives you a massage, water, holds you, praises you (even more!), makes sure you’re okay and that you enjoyed it too. He would melt if you do the same for him too.
- Familial/Paternal:
Ideally, he would have two children, he would love to be father to a boy and girl, but he would be happy with any amount or none at all and taking care of pets instead. He just wants to raise and care for something the way Victor never raised and cared for him.
So indecisive with names, like there’s so many good names he would want to use, he’d probably leave it mostly up to you.
The one name he’d really want to use? The second he hears the name Abigail means something like “my father is joyful” he jumps for it because that’s exactly how he feels about being a father.
So scared to hold the baby for a good while. He’s just so big and they’re so small and if he accidentally hurt them he’d never forgive himself.
Hovers around the baby though and still holds its little hand. As close as he can get without holding them.
Once he gets over that, he’s a very attentive father.
Very high chance any of his kids would have his black hair and some of his facial features. He’d hope they would have your eyes though.
Lets his kids climb all over him, pull his hair, swing on his arms, anything just as long as they don’t get hurt.
Very encouraging of them to explore and learn new things but also a bit of helicopter dad.
Torn between wanting to keep his kid/s safe from the world and wanting them to be able to do anything they set their mind to.
While not quite 8ft, I think any kids he would have would still grow to be a bit taller than average.
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