【 K I M I 】

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[whoskimii]

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[teebeeache1234]

supernatural got me looking for misha collins' name in the opening credits like a starved man

[i-will-write]

[whoskimii]

the late afternoon light spilled in through the tall windows of his office, pale gold catching in the dust motes floating lazily in the air, turning everything almost dreamlike — though there was nothing dreamy about the stack of case files spread across hiromi’s desk.

the pages were clipped and annotated in his familiar, precise handwriting, the margins dense with objections and counterarguments. your husband sat straight-backed in his chair, reading glasses low on his nose, tie loosened just a little from countless hours of work, one hand holding a pen poised above the paper.

you were perched sideways in his lap as if you belonged there — because, to be fair, you certainly did. your arms were looped loosely around his shoulders, cheek near his temple since you didn’t want to bother him while he focused.

the faint scent of your shampoo was already distracting enough, in a way no courtroom ever could be. he had allowed it without protest, only a small exhale through his nose as you climbed into his lap, murmuring that he needed to focus, that he could not afford distractions. he said it all in that tone, almost detached, the one he always used when he wanted to sound unaffected — although he clearly was. however, you noticed that he’d been stuck on the same little sentence for more than five minutes.

because the slow, absent way of your fucking hips was anything but absent to your husband.

it had started innocently enough, only a gentle shift as you adjusted your position to get comfortable, a subtle roll as you merely settled against him. the movement was lazy, but it was a rhythm that was enough to distract the poor defense attorney. hiromi could feel the warmth of you through the fabric of his slacks, the way your hips aligned with his. his pen paused before he cleared his throat and resumed writing.

you moved your hips again.

the movement was languid, almost sleepy, your breath warm against his ear as your pretty eyes flickered toward the papers with a disinterested glance. your hips rolled just a little more deliberately this time, a slow figure-eight that made the man sigh. “stop that,” hiromi murmured quietly. it wasn’t unkind.

you hummed gently in response, an innocent little sound, and tilted your head like you were confused. “stop what…?” you breathed, soft lips curling into a sly, furtive smile against his skin. he didn’t look at you right away, which was a mistake, because it gave you time to grind again, slower, pressing down against your lover just enough to make his breath catch. he inhaled sharply and placed his pen down.

“y’know exactly what, baby,” he said at last, shoulders tensing. “that. what you’ve been doing.” it was a funny thing, because your husband’s composure was a carefully constructed thing, built over years of never letting emotion cloud judgment, of presenting a calm façade no matter how heated the opposition became. he had easily faced down hostile judges and aggressive prosecutors without flinching.

but the gentle grind of his girl’s hips had his thoughts scattering like loose papers in a sudden gust of wind.

it was almost embarrassing.

you smiled faintly, satisfied, brushing your lips along his cheek, fingers trailing down the front of his shirt. “c’mon, ‘romi,” you whispered his nickname tauntingly. “you’ve been workin’ so much, you deserve a break…”

your fingers threaded through his hair tenderly, causing him to melt into your touch without thinking. he exhaled slowly, finally looking at you. “you’re doing this on purpose,” he accused weakly. your response was another tilt of your hips.

the movement was unhurried, truly hypnotic, the steady back-and-forth that forced his hands — which had been resting calmly on the desk — to cup your hips. he tried to focus, tried to recall whatever he had been focusing on, and spectacularly failed.

all he could think about was the warmth in his lap, the way you kept moving, slow and steady. his jaw noticeably tightened. “you jus’ want my attention,” he observed, growing less patient. you giggled faintly. “i already have it, ‘romi.”

that was the damn problem.

he slid one hand from your hip to the small of your back, holding you still for a moment as though he could pause the sway by sheer will. his thumb traced a small, unconscious arc against your spine. “what if i checked these panties ? i bet they’d be fuckin’ drenched already, huh ?”

the words made you smile against his skin. you moved again, even slower, slower than before. the movement drew a breathless groan from his chest, something that he clearly didn’t intend to let slip. “i don’t like your tone, honey,” you purred.

he tried one more time to glance at the papers, to salvage a shred of professional dignity, but your rhythm didn’t falter, and the way you shifted in his lap made the words on the page blur into meaningless shapes. “fuck it.”

hiromi reached up and removed his glasses, setting them aside carelessly. he studied you for a moment, the faint flush along his cheekbones betraying what his steady posture desperately tried to conceal. “we’ve fucked in this office twice this week, remember ?” he sighed. “and it’s only wednesday,” you giggled, hiding your face in his neck, sheepish after all. “and it’s only wednesday.” he repeated.

your hips rolled once more, slow and firm, as if sealing the deal.

he caved in, a surrender that showed in the way his shoulders relaxed while his hand slid from your back to your thigh. he leaned forward just enough that his nose almost bumped with yours. “you have exactly five seconds to stop before i take you on this desk again,” he murmured.

you took that as a challenge. you swayed again instead of ceasing the rhythm.

a soft, breathy scoff escaped him, barely audible, and his hand moved to guide your hips, no longer pretending to discourage you, finally matching your rhythm rather than resisting it. the case files stayed forgotten on the desk, arguments suspended mid-thought, because the only thing occupying his mind was the steady motion of you in his lap and the way you looked at him.

his lips brushed yours before he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his nose gently caressing your cheek. his fingers dipped beneath your panties, only to find you soaking wet. not surprising. “shiiiit, i fuckin’ knew it…” he laughed against your neck breathlessly.

hiromi pulled away, just enough to breathe, the disciplined attorney replaced by your husband, thoroughly distracted. “you win,” he sighed, standing up to put you on the desk before stepping between your parted knees. the papers slid to the floor in silence, completely out of his mind. “spread your legs, m’love.”

[whoskimii]

can we just take a minute to appreciate how cuddly megumi would be when he's sleepy :(

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > megumi x you. pure fluff!! he's so soft. tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

poor megumi would be so tired. like, hey ! it's not that easy to be a grade two jujutsu sorcerer and a student at the same time.

he needs some rest. and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to take little nappy naps in your arms. yeah, he's just that needy when he's exhausted.

"hey, where you goin'..." he mumbled into the pillow as you were about to leave the bed. "i'm thirsty, meg—" he cut you mid-sentence. "drink later."

of course, you obliged and laid back down. you didn't want to irritate your sleepy boyfriend. he already had too much weight on his shoulders, and adding some more wasn't the best option on the table.

he instantly nuzzled his face in your neck, eyelashes fluttering against your skin. "m'tired..." he mumbled. "i know you are." you replied quietly, caressing his dark hair.

sometimes, you forgot how needy he could be. but you didn't complain. never. maybe that's why megumi loved you so much. but the funny thing is that he'd always deny how clingy he was. he just didn't want to admit it because you always teased him. but deep down, he knew you were right.

he couldn't help himself. how could he ? you were just so soft, so warm. you felt like a dream. sometimes, he'd even say the most romantic, adorable, heart-wrenching thing before going to whatever thing he was doing. he was just so clueless. "y'know, being with you feels like home. i'm home." he said before going back to brushing his teeth.

but you wouldn't trade him for anything in the world <3

ahhUHHGH megumi is so cute i wanna eat him up

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[whoskimii]

currently out but i can't stop thinking 'bout satoru :( (am i cooked)

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > satoru x you. fluff! you're both literally made for each other it's disgustingly sweet ⋋_⋌ just two sleepy lovebirds. tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

satoru is so, so sleepy. when he woke up, his first instinct was to look at the digital clock on the nightstand. 5:27.

with a sigh, he let himself fall back on the bed, back first. like hell, he was gonna start his day so early in the morning.

when he looked to his side, there you were. lookin' divine under the morning light, sleeping peacefully. your lips were slightly parted, soft, slow breaths filling his ears. he couldn't stop the lazy smile that pulled at the corner of his lips.

even unconscious, you made him happy. how was he supposed to let you go ? he didn't want to. never in a million years.

satoru buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your comforting scent. you were so soft it almost made him cry. you were his angel, his treasure. sure, he was the strongest but if you asked him to kneel for you and worship the literal floor you walked on, he'd do it without second thought.

he was already at your feet, anyway. everything you did made him fall harder. you smiled ? he'd take pictures. you laughed ? wait, let him record. you just breathed ? he'd blush, giggle and kick his feet like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush. honestly all you have to do is exist and he's flustered.

so when you stirred awake and opened your pretty eyes, satoru felt himself melting. he smiled subconsciously, caressing your cheek as he looked down at you. "morning, baby..." he mumbled. "mhm... what time is it...?" you asked, which caused him to look back at the clock. "5:30."

you frowned softly, snuggling into his side. "s'too early..." as he heard your sleepy voice, he chuckled softly. "s'too early, huh ?" he echoed. "yeah, you're right. c'mere. i wanna cuddle."

what could possibly be better than cuddling to fall back asleep ? yeah, that's what i thought.

ignoring everything that happened in jjk ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[whoskimii]

the room still smelled like sex. faint sweat, your perfume, the deep scent of slick and cum clinging to the tangled sheets. the curtains were half-drawn, moonlight slipping through in silver slats, spilling across kento's bare back where he knelt between your legs — silent, head bent, brows furrowed in concentration.

he hadn’t said much since he came — just a few soft grunts as he pulled out — slow, gentle, offering you an affectionate kiss on the forehead. your swollen pussy was still twitching around nothing, shiny with the thick drip of him starting to seep out. you’d whimpered, overstimulated, but he only shushed you, warm hand pressing flat to your belly. “don’t move sweetheart,” he murmured, voice quiet. “let me see, come on. don’t be shy, it’s jus’ me.”

that was all it took. your shaky legs fell wider apart, thighs trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d wrung from you not five minutes ago. you were still pulsing, every inch of you soft under the weight of his heavy stare.

kento bent down slightly before he pushed his glasses up his nose. your husband didn’t touch at first — just looked. head tilted, tongue clicking softly behind his teeth — it was enough to make you shy. “look at her,” he muttered. “sensitive, mhm ?”

his thumb brushed down the inside of your thigh, not even close to where you were swollen and leaking. “she took me well. right, honey ?” you whimpered softly as an answer, too sheepish for anything else.

kento scoffed quietly. “cute.” he said simply, shifting lower, close enough to breathe the heat of you.

your face burned, but it was hard to feel embarrassed when your cunt was still glistening with his cum, your thighs damp and sticky, the proof of your pleasure cooling between your legs as your husband inspected the aftermath with precision.

his hands were warm and wide, fingers gently parting you open. “she looks so pretty,” he murmured. “little puffy.”

you keened softly as he traced a finger down the seam of your folds. not pushing in, not teasing. just cataloging. noting the way you clenched, the way slick gathered on his fingertip. “still leaking,” he said absently. “i came deep.” he remarked casually. “you always do, ken...” you breathed.

he glanced up, glasses slipping just slightly, mouth twitching. “you always keep it so well.” the praise landed heavy in your gut. kento leaned forward, exhaled a breath over your abused pussy — watching you twitch. “too much ?” he asked softly. “no,” you whispered. “jus’ sensitive...”

his gaze flicked up again. he smiled faintly, proud, as he ran two fingers up your slit and pressed the pads just slightly to your entrance, gathering more of his release as it seeped out of you in thick, warm drips. “she’s mine,” he murmured. “mhm ? no one else’s.” you nodded, thighs trembling. “uh-huh... always, ken.”

he nodded once. “next time,” he said, slipping his fingers into your mouth without being asked. “you’re keepin’ it in all night.”

the taste hit your tongue — salty, bitter, slick. you moaned softly, lidded eyes fluttering shut before kento kissed the inside of your knee, still watching you. “good girl,” he murmured. “close your legs. let her rest. she worked hard enough tonight.”

[whoskimii]

the room still smelled like sex. faint sweat, your perfume, the deep scent of slick and cum clinging to the tangled sheets. the curtains were half-drawn, moonlight slipping through in silver slats, spilling across kento's bare back where he knelt between your legs — silent, head bent, brows furrowed in concentration.

he hadn’t said much since he came — just a few soft grunts as he pulled out — slow, gentle, offering you an affectionate kiss on the forehead. your swollen pussy was still twitching around nothing, shiny with the thick drip of him starting to seep out. you’d whimpered, overstimulated, but he only shushed you, warm hand pressing flat to your belly. “don’t move sweetheart,” he murmured, voice quiet. “let me see, come on. don’t be shy, it’s jus’ me.”

that was all it took. your shaky legs fell wider apart, thighs trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d wrung from you not five minutes ago. you were still pulsing, every inch of you soft under the weight of his heavy stare.

kento bent down slightly before he pushed his glasses up his nose. your husband didn’t touch at first — just looked. head tilted, tongue clicking softly behind his teeth — it was enough to make you shy. “look at her,” he muttered. “sensitive, mhm ?”

his thumb brushed down the inside of your thigh, not even close to where you were swollen and leaking. “she took me well. right, honey ?” you whimpered softly as an answer, too sheepish for anything else.

kento scoffed quietly. “cute.” he said simply, shifting lower, close enough to breathe the heat of you.

your face burned, but it was hard to feel embarrassed when your cunt was still glistening with his cum, your thighs damp and sticky, the proof of your pleasure cooling between your legs as your husband inspected the aftermath with precision.

his hands were warm and wide, fingers gently parting you open. “she looks so pretty,” he murmured. “little puffy.”

you keened softly as he traced a finger down the seam of your folds. not pushing in, not teasing. just cataloging. noting the way you clenched, the way slick gathered on his fingertip. “still leaking,” he said absently. “i came deep.” he remarked casually. “you always do, ken...” you breathed.

he glanced up, glasses slipping just slightly, mouth twitching. “you always keep it so well.” the praise landed heavy in your gut. kento leaned forward, exhaled a breath over your abused pussy — watching you twitch. “too much ?” he asked softly. “no,” you whispered. “jus’ sensitive...”

his gaze flicked up again. he smiled faintly, proud, as he ran two fingers up your slit and pressed the pads just slightly to your entrance, gathering more of his release as it seeped out of you in thick, warm drips. “she’s mine,” he murmured. “mhm ? no one else’s.” you nodded, thighs trembling. “uh-huh... always, ken.”

he nodded once. “next time,” he said, slipping his fingers into your mouth without being asked. “you’re keepin’ it in all night.”

the taste hit your tongue — salty, bitter, slick. you moaned softly, lidded eyes fluttering shut before kento kissed the inside of your knee, still watching you. “good girl,” he murmured. “close your legs. let her rest. she worked hard enough tonight.”

[whoskimii]

the room still smelled like sex. faint sweat, your perfume, the deep scent of slick and cum clinging to the tangled sheets. the curtains were half-drawn, moonlight slipping through in silver slats, spilling across kento's bare back where he knelt between your legs — silent, head bent, brows furrowed in concentration.

he hadn’t said much since he came — just a few soft grunts as he pulled out — slow, gentle, offering you an affectionate kiss on the forehead. your swollen pussy was still twitching around nothing, shiny with the thick drip of him starting to seep out. you’d whimpered, overstimulated, but he only shushed you, warm hand pressing flat to your belly. “don’t move sweetheart,” he murmured, voice quiet. “let me see, come on. don’t be shy, it’s jus’ me.”

that was all it took. your shaky legs fell wider apart, thighs trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d wrung from you not five minutes ago. you were still pulsing, every inch of you soft under the weight of his heavy stare.

kento bent down slightly before he pushed his glasses up his nose. your husband didn’t touch at first — just looked. head tilted, tongue clicking softly behind his teeth — it was enough to make you shy. “look at her,” he muttered. “sensitive, mhm ?”

his thumb brushed down the inside of your thigh, not even close to where you were swollen and leaking. “she took me well. right, honey ?” you whimpered softly as an answer, too sheepish for anything else.

kento scoffed quietly. “cute.” he said simply, shifting lower, close enough to breathe the heat of you.

your face burned, but it was hard to feel embarrassed when your cunt was still glistening with his cum, your thighs damp and sticky, the proof of your pleasure cooling between your legs as your husband inspected the aftermath with precision.

his hands were warm and wide, fingers gently parting you open. “she looks so pretty,” he murmured. “little puffy.”

you keened softly as he traced a finger down the seam of your folds. not pushing in, not teasing. just cataloging. noting the way you clenched, the way slick gathered on his fingertip. “still leaking,” he said absently. “i came deep.” he remarked casually. “you always do, ken...” you breathed.

he glanced up, glasses slipping just slightly, mouth twitching. “you always keep it so well.” the praise landed heavy in your gut. kento leaned forward, exhaled a breath over your abused pussy — watching you twitch. “too much ?” he asked softly. “no,” you whispered. “jus’ sensitive...”

his gaze flicked up again. he smiled faintly, proud, as he ran two fingers up your slit and pressed the pads just slightly to your entrance, gathering more of his release as it seeped out of you in thick, warm drips. “she’s mine,” he murmured. “mhm ? no one else’s.” you nodded, thighs trembling. “uh-huh... always, ken.”

he nodded once. “next time,” he said, slipping his fingers into your mouth without being asked. “you’re keepin’ it in all night.”

the taste hit your tongue — salty, bitter, slick. you moaned softly, lidded eyes fluttering shut before kento kissed the inside of your knee, still watching you. “good girl,” he murmured. “close your legs. let her rest. she worked hard enough tonight.”

[whoskimii]

the room still smelled like sex. faint sweat, your perfume, the deep scent of slick and cum clinging to the tangled sheets. the curtains were half-drawn, moonlight slipping through in silver slats, spilling across kento's bare back where he knelt between your legs — silent, head bent, brows furrowed in concentration.

he hadn’t said much since he came — just a few soft grunts as he pulled out — slow, gentle, offering you an affectionate kiss on the forehead. your swollen pussy was still twitching around nothing, shiny with the thick drip of him starting to seep out. you’d whimpered, overstimulated, but he only shushed you, warm hand pressing flat to your belly. “don’t move sweetheart,” he murmured, voice quiet. “let me see, come on. don’t be shy, it’s jus’ me.”

that was all it took. your shaky legs fell wider apart, thighs trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d wrung from you not five minutes ago. you were still pulsing, every inch of you soft under the weight of his heavy stare.

kento bent down slightly before he pushed his glasses up his nose. your husband didn’t touch at first — just looked. head tilted, tongue clicking softly behind his teeth — it was enough to make you shy. “look at her,” he muttered. “sensitive, mhm ?”

his thumb brushed down the inside of your thigh, not even close to where you were swollen and leaking. “she took me well. right, honey ?” you whimpered softly as an answer, too sheepish for anything else.

kento scoffed quietly. “cute.” he said simply, shifting lower, close enough to breathe the heat of you.

your face burned, but it was hard to feel embarrassed when your cunt was still glistening with his cum, your thighs damp and sticky, the proof of your pleasure cooling between your legs as your husband inspected the aftermath with precision.

his hands were warm and wide, fingers gently parting you open. “she looks so pretty,” he murmured. “little puffy.”

you keened softly as he traced a finger down the seam of your folds. not pushing in, not teasing. just cataloging. noting the way you clenched, the way slick gathered on his fingertip. “still leaking,” he said absently. “i came deep.” he remarked casually. “you always do, ken...” you breathed.

he glanced up, glasses slipping just slightly, mouth twitching. “you always keep it so well.” the praise landed heavy in your gut. kento leaned forward, exhaled a breath over your abused pussy — watching you twitch. “too much ?” he asked softly. “no,” you whispered. “jus’ sensitive...”

his gaze flicked up again. he smiled faintly, proud, as he ran two fingers up your slit and pressed the pads just slightly to your entrance, gathering more of his release as it seeped out of you in thick, warm drips. “she’s mine,” he murmured. “mhm ? no one else’s.” you nodded, thighs trembling. “uh-huh... always, ken.”

he nodded once. “next time,” he said, slipping his fingers into your mouth without being asked. “you’re keepin’ it in all night.”

the taste hit your tongue — salty, bitter, slick. you moaned softly, lidded eyes fluttering shut before kento kissed the inside of your knee, still watching you. “good girl,” he murmured. “close your legs. let her rest. she worked hard enough tonight.”

[whoskimii]

i'm cooking a lot of things yall, stay tuned babies!!

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > satoru x you. cuddling in the middle of a stormy night <3 nicknames (baby, sweetheart). tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

satoru stirred awake, a quiet yawn escaping him. his very first instinct was to tighten the hold he had around you. as he pulled you closer, he buried his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of your strawberry shampoo.

it had a sweet aroma, mixed with a creamy undertone. he felt his heavy eyelids fluttering as the pleasant, fruity smell made its way to his nose. he loved that shampoo. sure, it must've been a shampoo first thing first but to him, it resembled you. sweet and lovely. yeah, you shared traits with a literal shampoo.

the tip of his nose gently brushed against your velvety hair as he kissed your forehead. he tried his best not to wake you up but the noisy storm outside ruined his efforts. shit.

as he felt you shifting in his arms, he kissed your cheek. "it's just a storm, baby," he whispered lazily. "don't worry." he smiled softly as you let out a breathy hum. "mhm... 'toru...?" your head lifted a little, your pretty eyes meeting his. "yeah, it's me. your 'toru."

your hands weakly clenched around the t-shirt he was wearing. "m'tired..." satoru nodded. "i know you are, baby," he hummed. "i know."

his left hand made its way to your hip. soon enough, his fingers subconsciously traced the elastic band of your panties. "you comfy ?" he asked calmly. as you nodded slowly, he gently guided your head to his chest. "m'here. i'm staying, 'kay ?"

satoru's lips found yours. you both shared a lazy yet sweet kiss before pulling away. you settled back against his chest and at the same time, the storm made its presence known a second time. "go back to sleep, sweetheart. m'still gonna be here when you wake up." you lifted your head, chin resting on his torso. "promise ?" you asked. "always."

always.

i've got many ideas but feel free to send requests my loves <33

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[whoskimii]

currently out but i can't stop thinking 'bout satoru :( (am i cooked)

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > satoru x you. fluff! you're both literally made for each other it's disgustingly sweet ⋋_⋌ just two sleepy lovebirds. tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

satoru is so, so sleepy. when he woke up, his first instinct was to look at the digital clock on the nightstand. 5:27.

with a sigh, he let himself fall back on the bed, back first. like hell, he was gonna start his day so early in the morning.

when he looked to his side, there you were. lookin' divine under the morning light, sleeping peacefully. your lips were slightly parted, soft, slow breaths filling his ears. he couldn't stop the lazy smile that pulled at the corner of his lips.

even unconscious, you made him happy. how was he supposed to let you go ? he didn't want to. never in a million years.

satoru buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your comforting scent. you were so soft it almost made him cry. you were his angel, his treasure. sure, he was the strongest but if you asked him to kneel for you and worship the literal floor you walked on, he'd do it without second thought.

he was already at your feet, anyway. everything you did made him fall harder. you smiled ? he'd take pictures. you laughed ? wait, let him record. you just breathed ? he'd blush, giggle and kick his feet like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush. honestly all you have to do is exist and he's flustered.

so when you stirred awake and opened your pretty eyes, satoru felt himself melting. he smiled subconsciously, caressing your cheek as he looked down at you. "morning, baby..." he mumbled. "mhm... what time is it...?" you asked, which caused him to look back at the clock. "5:30."

you frowned softly, snuggling into his side. "s'too early..." as he heard your sleepy voice, he chuckled softly. "s'too early, huh ?" he echoed. "yeah, you're right. c'mere. i wanna cuddle."

what could possibly be better than cuddling to fall back asleep ? yeah, that's what i thought.

ignoring everything that happened in jjk ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[whoskimii]

can we just take a minute to appreciate how cuddly megumi would be when he's sleepy :(

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > megumi x you. pure fluff!! he's so soft. tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

poor megumi would be so tired. like, hey ! it's not that easy to be a grade two jujutsu sorcerer and a student at the same time.

he needs some rest. and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to take little nappy naps in your arms. yeah, he's just that needy when he's exhausted.

"hey, where you goin'..." he mumbled into the pillow as you were about to leave the bed. "i'm thirsty, meg—" he cut you mid-sentence. "drink later."

of course, you obliged and laid back down. you didn't want to irritate your sleepy boyfriend. he already had too much weight on his shoulders, and adding some more wasn't the best option on the table.

he instantly nuzzled his face in your neck, eyelashes fluttering against your skin. "m'tired..." he mumbled. "i know you are." you replied quietly, caressing his dark hair.

sometimes, you forgot how needy he could be. but you didn't complain. never. maybe that's why megumi loved you so much. but the funny thing is that he'd always deny how clingy he was. he just didn't want to admit it because you always teased him. but deep down, he knew you were right.

he couldn't help himself. how could he ? you were just so soft, so warm. you felt like a dream. sometimes, he'd even say the most romantic, adorable, heart-wrenching thing before going to whatever thing he was doing. he was just so clueless. "y'know, being with you feels like home. i'm home." he said before going back to brushing his teeth.

but you wouldn't trade him for anything in the world <3

ahhUHHGH megumi is so cute i wanna eat him up

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[whoskimii]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ small thought

just a sloppy lil' thing to feed my children

˖˚₊ warnings ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ fluff-ish smut (?) ahead, p in v, implied unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy :3), overall soft toji for a change.

we all picture toji liking messy, dirty sex, right ?

sure, he loves a good session of nice, hard sex. he loves having your legs over his shoulders because the position allows him to slide in deeper and hit that sweet spot of yours.

loves it when you whimper his name over and over again. he never gets tired of the way you let out a small gasp right when you're about to cum.

could listen to it all day, really.

but can we please picture a soft, loving toji ?

maybe that thought isn't the most familiar but i think that this hunk of a man would like to settle down at some point. he's not as young as he used to be, he's aware of that. hasn't got the same endless stamina anymore.

without sleepy sex very early in the morning, toji would be nothing. not even worth a cent (literally :3)

he loves the way you don't share a word and yet, you're still able to communicate with each other. just with mere lingering kisses and needy caresses.

lives for the way your knees press into his sides when he gently enters you. :( he hugs you, letting his lips glide along your skin as he slowly thrusts up your little hole. whispers soft praises into your ear because poor man knows his cock isn't the easiest to take.

he would hate it if his baby felt pain. that's why he's gentle.

besides, he knows his darling gets overwhelmed easily.

the calloused pads of his fingers play with your twitchy clit. the way you clench around him has his cock pulsating inside you.

he loved messy sex when he was younger. but now, it's time to settle down.

[whoskimii]

Hi girlie! I wanna start this off by saying I’m not hating on you in any way, I love love love your writing but I just thought that I should bring this to your attention. I noticed that in a few or a small amounts of posts, you use the ‘cunnie/cunny’ and I just wanted to let you know that this is a term that a lot of ch*ld predators use to refer to the genitals of little children and/or young teenagers. As someone who works someone closely to this field, I’m in no way telling you to stop using the word entirely, but simply to be careful of how you use it in social media because you may attract the wrong crowd to your posts, especially in twitter (if you have it) I would avoid using it entirely. Love you girlie and have a great day!💕

hello, baby girl ᵎᵎ first off, i want to thank you for your compliment. i’m doing my best for you. ❤︎ also, thank you so much for the warning, because i had absolutely no idea. i would've never used this word otherwise. do not worry, i don’t have twitter, by the way. in order to fix that, i reread all of my posts to check if it appeared, it took me a long time but it was worth it. i replaced it by safe words. i wouldn’t want to attract the wrong people in here. thank you again for telling me, have a good journey on my blog ᵎᵎ

[whoskimii]

the room still smelled like sex. faint sweat, your perfume, the deep scent of slick and cum clinging to the tangled sheets. the curtains were half-drawn, moonlight slipping through in silver slats, spilling across kento's bare back where he knelt between your legs — silent, head bent, brows furrowed in concentration.

he hadn’t said much since he came — just a few soft grunts as he pulled out — slow, gentle, offering you an affectionate kiss on the forehead. your swollen pussy was still twitching around nothing, shiny with the thick drip of him starting to seep out. you’d whimpered, overstimulated, but he only shushed you, warm hand pressing flat to your belly. “don’t move sweetheart,” he murmured, voice quiet. “let me see, come on. don’t be shy, it’s jus’ me.”

that was all it took. your shaky legs fell wider apart, thighs trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d wrung from you not five minutes ago. you were still pulsing, every inch of you soft under the weight of his heavy stare.

kento bent down slightly before he pushed his glasses up his nose. your husband didn’t touch at first — just looked. head tilted, tongue clicking softly behind his teeth — it was enough to make you shy. “look at her,” he muttered. “sensitive, mhm ?”

his thumb brushed down the inside of your thigh, not even close to where you were swollen and leaking. “she took me well. right, honey ?” you whimpered softly as an answer, too sheepish for anything else.

kento scoffed quietly. “cute.” he said simply, shifting lower, close enough to breathe the heat of you.

your face burned, but it was hard to feel embarrassed when your cunt was still glistening with his cum, your thighs damp and sticky, the proof of your pleasure cooling between your legs as your husband inspected the aftermath with precision.

his hands were warm and wide, fingers gently parting you open. “she looks so pretty,” he murmured. “little puffy.”

you keened softly as he traced a finger down the seam of your folds. not pushing in, not teasing. just cataloging. noting the way you clenched, the way slick gathered on his fingertip. “still leaking,” he said absently. “i came deep.” he remarked casually. “you always do, ken...” you breathed.

he glanced up, glasses slipping just slightly, mouth twitching. “you always keep it so well.” the praise landed heavy in your gut. kento leaned forward, exhaled a breath over your abused pussy — watching you twitch. “too much ?” he asked softly. “no,” you whispered. “jus’ sensitive...”

his gaze flicked up again. he smiled faintly, proud, as he ran two fingers up your slit and pressed the pads just slightly to your entrance, gathering more of his release as it seeped out of you in thick, warm drips. “she’s mine,” he murmured. “mhm ? no one else’s.” you nodded, thighs trembling. “uh-huh... always, ken.”

he nodded once. “next time,” he said, slipping his fingers into your mouth without being asked. “you’re keepin’ it in all night.”

the taste hit your tongue — salty, bitter, slick. you moaned softly, lidded eyes fluttering shut before kento kissed the inside of your knee, still watching you. “good girl,” he murmured. “close your legs. let her rest. she worked hard enough tonight.”

[tootiecakes234]

What do you mean close my legs?!?!

Are we not going again after you just praised me?!?!

[whoskimii]

kento was actually going for another round, but he figured you’d need a little break. how thoughtful. ❤︎

[whoskimii]

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