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⊹ ࣪ ˖ Megumi favorites toji… until you’re pregnant.

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ever since you have pushed out your newborn, Megumi, your love for him was like a vain that connected his heart to yours. from the day he was placed on top of your naked chest after 7 hours of labor, to now, where he is pushing off of your grip to chase after his father, Toji, and leaving you standing there upset.

it would sometimes dishearten you when you would see your baby choose his father over his mother that would take care of him 70% of the time. and you knew that he loved his father more than you because of multiple reasons.

“do you love mama or dada more!” you’d chirp as you would try to coddle him.

all he would do is push your hands away and cross his arms, squatting on the floor. the kid seemed like he had some kind of connection with his father that made him prefer Toji over anyone else.

Toji opened the door to your shared bedroom, stepping out. he was shirtless, muscles visibly bulky. his grey sweatpants were loosely draping around his long legs, yet still keeping his print visible. he was barefoot, slowly walking towards you and Megumi.

Megumi launches from the floor, waddling towards him. his feet are paddling across the floor while Toji is filling in the gap between them.

“daddyyy!!” he squeals, his only 3 teeth growing in being spotted with his cheeky smile.

Toji’s face unstiffens, inviting him over.

Megumi throws himself around his leg, wrapping around it and reaching as far up as he can to try to reach him. Megumi starts giggling as your husband ruffles his hair.

“hey kid.” Toji chuckled, grabbing his arms and lifting him over his shoulder, smirking.

their laughter can be heard throughout the apartment, giving it warmth. it was just Megumi and his father taking up the mood in the living room, affection being felt through the air.

oh yeah, and also you sitting on the floor with your back against the couch with an envious expression. the jealousy has basically reached your blood stream from feeling it almost every single day.

you cut them off from their moment, snapping at them.

“this isn’t fair! i was literally having a moment with him before you came in.”

even though you knew that wasn’t true, you wish it was. Megumi is such a stubborn kid when it came to you.

“baby, you know that if i didn’t intervene he would of died of boredom from you asking the same question for the hundredth time. isn’t that right kid?”

megumi squeals, throwing his head onto his chest, having Toji cup his head and run away with him into the bedroom to have him all to himself.

that selfish bastard.

and this is only one of Megumi’s tantrums over his fathers affection.

it was late at night and Megumi hasn’t eaten all day. you have been trying to get him to eat his dinner for the past 2 hours yet the only thing he was doing was squalling and sobbing. your head started to hurt from consuming all his wailing.

you knew exactly why he was refusing to eat. it was because his father wasn’t home. Toji has been gone for the past 5 hours, leaving Megumi at home while he went out with friends to a takeout spot.

usually he takes him with him whenever he leaves the house, but this time, he wanted some alone time with his friends.

as you’re about to give up, you hear the key enter the lock, turning the doorknob open. Toji enters the apartment, locking the door behind him.

Megumi grows silent as he hears Toji’s footsteps coming towards the kitchen.

“baby, i could hear him sobbing from outside the apartment. is he giving you trouble again my love?”

you throw your head against your arms that are resting against the table, sighing as your head hits the table. you’re hunched and visibly drained.

you groan out a couple of incoherent words as Toji walks towards you two.

Megumi reaches out for Toji, throwing his hands up as a sign of wanting to get picked up. Toji walks right past him and cups your face. his cold hands linger on your cheeks as he quickly pecks you, the rings in his fingers giving you the chills.

he straightened up after the kiss, turning towards megumi. he walks towards him and picks up the baby fork, starting to stab the now cold pasta.

he picks up a couple of pieces and pushes the fork near megumi’s mouth.

“since you wanna be such a pain in the ass, you can eat and go straight to bed. you’re not getting play time with me tonight.” Toji growls.

megumi nods in a frantic way, basically swallowing the whole fork. Toji pulls a seat near the high chair, spreading his thighs and sitting between the backrest.

“go to sleep baby, i got it from here.” toji coos before shoving another fork full of pasta into megumi’s mouth.

Toji was always soft with megumi, giving him the love he deserves in a gentle way. but today, it got to him how his son was causing trouble to the love of his life. he knew he had to be a little rough on him so he can gravitate towards you and not depend on him every second of the day.

after a couple of weeks, on a random sunday, you woke up feeling nauseous. you threw toji’s hand that was wrapped around your figure away from you, stumbling as you walked towards the bathroom.

toji woke up instantly, following you towards the bathroom in just his boxers, pushing the door open.

you puked into the toilet, grabbing at the toilet rim. toji kneels down and bunches up your hair, moving it out of the way.

“it’s okay baby, i know.” he reassures. “you’re doing good… just breathe.”

after a couple of minutes of puking your guts out, you lean back against the bathtub, having toji wipe your mouth with a damp towel.

a moment of silence, yet intimacy is exchanged. he picks you up gently and carries you out of the bathroom towards the bed. he pulls the covers over you, slowly taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

you noticed toji have a worried look on his face, which he never does. he is a very composed man, never letting anything get to him. but right now it was different.

“sweetheart…” he hesitates.

“mhm baby?” you utter, still feeling the sickness deep in your stomach.

“i think… you might be.. pregnant.” he blurts out.

there’s a moment of silence before you respond.

“yeah i think so too…”

“i think i should pass by the pharmacy and pick up a pregnancy test. stay here. i’ll be back as soon as possible baby.” toji demands.

you’re now in the bathroom holding up the test in your hands with toji standing behind you peeking.

low and behold, there’s 2 bright red lines staring back at you.

“fuckkkk. how are we supposed to handle 2?” Toji grunts, hands swiping down his face.

this is going to be a long 9 months….

how were you going to have a second child when your first doesn’t even like you? the last thing you want is a second child that prefers their bummy father over you.

you turn towards the door as you hear small footsteps approaching the bathroom.

“it’s megumi, hide the test baby.” toji utters before stepping away from the door. you throw the test into the sink and turn around as the door opens, welcoming in Megumi.

he walks in with his eyelids heavy, looking around the bathroom to see what’s going on.

“hey kid. why are you up early…?” toji questions in a warming way, trying to hide his demeanor.

megumi looks up at him and ignores him, walking right past him. toji’s eyes widen as Megumi usually clings onto him first thing in the morning, usually leaving you glaring at toji.

he stops right in front of you, looking up in your direction. his hands fly up above his head as he steps closer.

“…up.”

you freeze as you share a couple of glances at toji. a smile grew across your face as you cupped your hands under his arms, lifting him to sit on your hip and his head rested on your shoulder.

Megumi was showing affection towards you? as in like YOU over toji? as in the person he would throw spaghetti at and cry all day when toji wasn’t available?

a couple of months pass and you are days away from the due date. everything has become very difficult. thankfully, toji has been taking care of you and everything in the house.

before he would sleep, he would make sure to turn to the side and see you vast asleep, all comfortable and hugging your pregnancy pillow.

he grunts, pushing the pillow away and throwing your hand across his abdomen. you wake up, feeling groggy.

“baby.. what are you doing?” you question, scanning his whole body.

“quit cuddling this pillow when your handsome husband is laying right next to you.” he smirks, caressing your womb.

you snort out a giggle, pulling his face closer.

“i love you baby.”

“yeah, yeah, just cuddle me already.”

he retorts. “i love you more….. and our baby.

besides from toji showing more affection, megumi was behind him in line.

it was bright and early in the morning when the sun casted a warmth onto the sheets. you slowly wake up, hand reaching to find toji’s. you search for a couple of second before openining your eyes, seeing him not there.

you get up, sighing as you haul yourself out of bed and put on your slippers. whines and sniffling can be heard as you approach the living room.

“get up kid, you’ll see her when you get back.” you hear toji reassuring.

you turn the corner and see megumi laying across the carpet like a starfish with his backpack on, enhaling the carpet as he sniffles into it.

“toji?…… what’s wrong?” you question in a worried tone that toji picked up on quickly.

“nothing baby. go back to sleep.”

he finally picks up his head from the damp carpet, looking up at you. his eyes are glimmering from his tears, making you pout.

“awwww, my baby, what’s wrong?” you express with sympathy.

he drops his head back onto the carpet and continues to whine, restarting his streak of crying.

“what’s wrong is that he doesn’t want to go to school because he said he won’t see you there.” toji puffs out, clearing exhausted from this situation.

your heart swells, casting a warmth onto your face as you pout.

you waddle towards megumi and pick him up from the soggy carpet, giving him a goodbye kiss and reassuring him you’ll be here when he comes back.

it’s like megumi was swapped out with another kid during school. he has suddenly flipped a switch where he prefers you over his lord and savior, toji.

whenever megumi would notice you rubbing your belly with lotion or anti-stretch mark cream, he would get jealous and start puffing.

you giggle, turning towards megumi who was standing by the doorstep, taking up 1/5th of the height of the door.

“what’s wrong my baby?” you mock, continuing to rub your belly to distribute the cream.

he turns around, having his back face you as he puffs and stomps away.

you can’t help but cackle. not only did he change, but now he’s jealous of a baby that you diddnt even give birth to…. yet.

it’s the day of labor and you’re pushing the baby out with all your might. it’s been 4 hours of labor and still nothing. toji has been by your side, pushing your hips together and rubbing your back. his face casted a sympathetic look for you. the room was full with the smell of alcohol wipes and beeping from the machine you were hooked onto. Toji kept on distracting you from everything by talking you through your labor. his hand was interlinked with yours, thumb caressing your outer palm.

“it’s okay baby, i know. i know. im so proud of you.” he reassured, whispering near your ear as you grunted from each push.

sooner or later, the baby started sobbing, making you and toji alert of what was happening. you two shared a glance where your eyes were watery and to your shock, so was his.

this was such an intimate moment that was engrained into your brain. the look in toji’s eyes made you pout while a rainfall of tears left your eyes. his other hand came to cradle your head, pushing you gently into his chest.

“you did it baby….. i’m so proud of you.” he cooed, caressing your hair.

it was moments after you held your baby skin to skin, soon leading him to go get washed up before being able to be breastfed. the nurse was cleaning you up and speaking to your husband about what you can and can’t do for the next month or so.

until you heard a faint knock on the door.

the door creaked open with megumi tip toeing into the room with his grandma behind him. his hands were in his pockets and his little boots were clamping against the floor.

“aww, my baby came to see me..” you giggled.

Megumi wasn’t allowed in the labor room while you were actively giving birth, so his grandma took care of him while you and toji were alone in the hospital. it’s been 2 days and you missed your first born.

megumi’s eyes gleamed as soon as he saw you, trying to climb onto the hospital bed.

“easy kid. she just gave birth a couple of hours ago… let her rest.” toji remarked.

megumi threw his hands across your chest, cuddling you as you ruffled his hair.

a few minutes pass and your newborn is brung back to you, freshly showered. megumi lifts his head up from your chest to see what all the commotion is. you cup your arms together for the nurse to place your newborn into them.

the warmth of her sends shivers through your body as a new found love of yours is gripping onto your hospital gown.

clearly, megumi isn’t having it. he pushes off of you and jumps off onto the cold, tile floors and runs to toji, jumping into his arms.

“atta kid. i knew you were going to come back to me sooner or later.” toji chuckled.

just as you expected.

toji was back to being megumi’s favorite.

a/n: ouu shiii 👀👀 who yall wanna see next👀👀👀 another toji or should i switch it up pls lmk

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Flooded Floor

Neighbor!Toji x reader

synopsis: your neighbor offering to help fixing your leaking pipes, but what you didn’t expected was all that made you feel.

content: domestic fluff, dad Toji, kidgumiiii, an awkwardly tension.

a/n: this is a part of a series of neighbor Toji, I think you still can read it if you haven’t read the previous parts but you could miss some references but nothing too serious.

w/k: 1.8k

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It wasn’t your first time living alone. Being independent meant learning how to deal with every inconvenience life threw at you and, more importantly, how to save money whenever you could.

Over the years, you’d taught yourself how to cook, how to use the washing machine without ruining your clothes, and how to fix almost anything around the apartment.

Keyword: almost.

The moment your bare feet stepped into the kitchen that morning, something cold and wet sent a jolt through your body. You yelped, instinctively jumping back as the lingering haze of sleep vanished in an instant. Grabbing the edge of the table to keep yourself from slipping, you looked down.

Water.

There was water all over your kitchen floor.

Your eyes immediately searched for the source. Then you found it. Under the sink.

A leaking pipe.

A problem you had absolutely no idea how to fix.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me” you groaned, already feeling your morning falling apart.

Not wanting to waste any more water, you hurried to the utility closet to grab the mop, though you knew it wouldn’t actually solve anything. The leak would just… keep leaking.

Still, you started mopping up the growing puddle, if only to keep your kitchen from turning into a miniature swimming pool.

How hadn’t you noticed it sooner?

Where had your head been?

Plop.

Plop.

Plop.

The steady rhythm of water dripping against the cabinet echoed through the room like a countdown.

With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed an old rag and wrapped it tightly around the damaged section of the pipe.

Maybe some tape would seal it…

Or maybe if you tied the rag tighter…

God, you couldn’t seriously be this clueless, could you?

As you straightened up, the back of your head slammed into the underside of the sink with a loud thunk, rattling the entire cabinet. You hissed through clenched teeth as pain shot through your skull, a string of curses slipping past your lips.

Between the throbbing ache, the flooding kitchen, the empty pit in your stomach, and the inevitable plumbing bill waiting to destroy your bank account…

You were dangerously close to crying.

Then someone knocked on your door. Two firm knocks.

You wiped your damp feet on the rug before hastily twisting your hair into a neater bun—something that looked at least a little less like you’d rolled straight out of bed.

Taking one last breath, you opened the door.

And the polite smile you’d forced onto your face slowly faded.

“Toji.”

“Morning.”

He wasn’t even looking at you, instead, his eyes wandered anywhere but your face: the hallway, the walls, somewhere over your shoulder.

“I found the plate you used to bring Megumi those brownies…” He trailed off.

Then his gaze finally landed on you.

“…You okay?”

You blinked, still half distracted by the disaster happening behind you.

“Hm? Oh… yeah. Why?”

His eyes slowly swept over you. The oversized T-shirt slipped lazily off one shoulder, nearly swallowing the pair of shorts barely visible underneath. Your feet were bare against the floor.

Finally, his gaze settled on your face and his brows knitted together.

Your eyes looked watery.

…Had you been crying?

“What’s wrong?”

You noticed him step a little closer. It was almost imperceptible, but enough to make you blink.

His dark green eyes searched yours with quiet concern, while the scar at the corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly, the same unconscious habit he always had whenever something was on his mind.

“Nothing. I just…” you glanced toward your kitchen, where the puddle had somehow grown even larger, and let out a defeated sigh. “My pipes are leaking. I only found out this morning, and now my kitchen’s practically flooded.”

“And you were about to cry over that?”

“Huh?” you frowned immediately. “No! Of course not.” Heat crept into your cheeks. “I smacked the back of my head against the sink while I was trying to fix it,” you admitted, rubbing the sore spot almost on instinct.

Toji stared at you.

“You’ve got a leaking pipe,” he repeated, as though confirming the information for himself. The plate in his hand had long been forgotten.

He scratched his chin thoughtfully.

A few seconds passed while you stood there awkwardly, waiting for whatever conclusion he was reaching.

“Yeah.” He nodded once. “I can fix it.”

Your eyes widened.

“You can?”

“Sure.”

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

“Lemme grab my toolbox.”

You nodded, relief washing over you almost immediately.

“Wait… what about Megumi?” you asked. “He can’t stay home alone while you’re here.”

Toji paused.

He considered it for a moment before looking back at you.

“You mind if he comes with me?”

“Not at all.”

Two minutes later, Megumi stood at your doorstep, his small hand tucked into his father’s. His sleepy expression and messy hair made it obvious he’d only just woken up. He rubbed at one eye before letting out a tiny yawn.

“He just woke up from his nap,” Toji explained.

You smiled warmly.

“Come in.”

In the few minutes Toji had been gone, you’d managed to throw on something a little more presentable, tame your hair, and slip on a pair of shoes. It wasn’t exactly a carefully planned outfit, but at least it no longer screamed I literally rolled out of bed five minutes ago.

Toji walked past you with a toolbox in one hand. Without a word, he motioned for Megumi to wait on the couch, a spot the little boy had apparently claimed as his own after all the times he’d fallen asleep there before.

You followed your neighbor into the kitchen.

The puddle had grown even larger.

Your attention immediately dropped to the floor, which was exactly why you walked straight into Toji’s back. Solid.

You stumbled a step backward.

“S-Sorry,” you mumbled with an embarrassed laugh.

Toji merely glanced back over his shoulder before returning his attention to the sink.

You’d shared moments far more awkward than this. Moments far more intimate, even.

And yet… Watching him casually fix something in your apartment made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

Part of you felt embarrassed. Another part was simply happy to see him again.

Lately, there hadn’t been many excuses for the two of you to spend time together.

Standing beside him, you realized he wasn’t doing anything yet. He was assessing the damage.

“It’s not that bad,” he said after a moment. “We’ll just shut off the water and seal the crack.”

He crouched beneath the sink, giving the pipe an experimental tug.

Almost immediately, the leak worsened and water dripped faster.

“…Well,” he muttered.

You sighed.

The stupid leak made no sense.

Everything had been perfectly fine just a few days ago, and now your kitchen was flooding while your stomach growled strong enough to remind you that you hadn’t even had breakfast.

Toji reached into his toolbox and pulled out a tube of epoxy before carefully spreading it over the crack. Once that was done, he tightened a few loose fittings with practiced movements.

His forearm flexed with every turn of the wrench.

Then his bicep. A very, very unfair and huge bicep. You swallowed.

Over the past few weeks, you’d caught yourself having far too many thoughts about Toji that a perfectly normal neighbor shouldn’t be having. Enough to embarrass yourself. Still, you’d never let those thoughts affect your relationship.

At least… you’d tried not to.

Right now, though, concentrating on anything other than the sharp line of his jaw, the muscles shifting beneath his shirt, or the way his fingers moved so effortlessly around the tools felt nearly impossible.

A cold shower suddenly sounded like an excellent idea.

“There.”

Toji stood without warning.

Before either of you realized it, you were standing much closer than either of you intended.

His eyes widened.

Despite the obvious height difference, your faces ended up only inches apart. When had you gotten so close? Well, close enough for his breath to brush softly against your lips.

Neither of you moved. Not for one impossibly long moment.

His chest barely grazed yours, and suddenly even breathing felt like the wrong decision.

Your eyes found his, and there was something unreadable swirling behind them. Confusion. Hesitation. Want.

And judging by the way he looked back at you…he didn’t seem to know what to do either.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t realize I was standing so close.”

Neither of you stepped away. But instead, your mind betrayed you.

What would it be like to kiss him? Would Toji kiss rough? Impatient? Eagerly? Somehow, you thought he would. And the thought alone made your pulse race.

Your gaze caught the subtle bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. Toji leaned in. Just a little.

As though something invisible kept pulling him toward you.

Your heartbeat thundered inside your chest.

This was it.

“Papa, I’m hungry.”

Megumi’s voice shattered the moment.

The little boy had wandered into the kitchen without either of you noticing.

Both of you jumped apart as though you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

Toji cleared his throat. You quickly turned your head away, hoping the heat burning across your cheeks wasn’t nearly as obvious as it felt.

“Yeah, buddy. I’m—”

“Were you gonna kiss?”

Silence.

“What? Why would you even—”

“Megumi,” Toji cut in with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “What’d I tell you about sticking your nose into grown-ups’ business?”

“We weren’t—”

“That’s none of your—”

The two of you spoke over each other, tripping over your own words in your rush to deny it.

Megumi stared at both of you with an expression that could only be described as unimpressed. Almost boring.

Then he yawned.

“I want donuts.”

“For breakfast?” Toji frowned.

“Yeah.”

“No.”

“Cake?”

“Also no.”

“Then how about ice cre—”

Your stomach chose the absolute worst possible moment to growl.

This time loudly.

Both of them turned toward you, and his attention made you wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“You’re hungry too?” Megumi asked, tilting his head. “See? Donuts sound like a good idea.”

“I… kind of skipped breakfast,” you admitted with an awkward laugh. “Everything that happened this morning made me completely forget.”

Toji watched you in silence for several long seconds.

Studying you. Reading your expression.

You found yourself meeting his eyes again before you could stop yourself. For just a second, you were pulled right back to the moment beneath the sink.

His warmth.

His scent.

The closeness.

“Why don’t you come have breakfast with us?”

You blinked.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded once. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of hesitation.

“I could at least pay for breakfast to thank you for fixing my—”

“No.”

He interrupted you before you could finish.

“I invited you first.”

His tone left absolutely no room for argument.

You looked at Megumi. His face remained as unreadable as ever, but there was a tiny sparkle in his eyes.

Then you looked back at Toji. There was something similar in his gaze. Something harder to define. It made you wonder what was really going through his mind.

“Then… let me go change.”

“I should shower first.” He picked up the toolbox with one hand before effortlessly lifting Megumi into the other. “We’ll come get you.”

That single sentence planted an image in your head that absolutely did not belong there.

Toji. Fresh out of the shower. Naked. Soap still clinging to him. But most important: Naked.

Heat rushed through your entire body.

You followed them to the door before quietly closing it behind them.

Only then did you notice the plate Toji had originally come to return and resting on top of it was a small box of cookies.

You closed your eyes.

Left alone with your embarrassingly inappropriate thoughts and a heart that simply refused to calm down.

a/n: finally I posted somethinggggg I’ve been busy but I’m back and I’ll like to see what do you think about this or it you have any requests, ideas or something elseeeee. anyway I hope you like it. comments and reblogs are appreciated 😽🫶🏻

[pluvial-lake]

Reader who has a real job and actual bills. Reader who prioritizes her own peace over his feelings. Reader who has hobbies that don’t revolve around a man. Reader who actually has a life outside of him. Reader who says “no” and means it. Reader who isn't easily impressed. Reader who’s petty. Reader who has trust issues. Reader who chooses her girls every single time. Reader who has a body count and isn't ashamed of it. Reader who is exhausted by male fragility. Reader who holds grudges. Reader who’s a mess. Reader who’s mentally ill. Reader who makes mistakes. Reader who’s manipulative. Reader who’s selfish. Reader who’s morally gray. Reader who’s awful. Reader who genuinely doesn’t give a fuck.

[wiwiwisthings]

Flooded Floor

Neighbor!Toji x reader

synopsis: your neighbor offering to help fixing your leaking pipes, but what you didn’t expected was all that made you feel.

content: domestic fluff, dad Toji, kidgumiiii, an awkwardly tension.

a/n: this is a part of a series of neighbor Toji, I think you still can read it if you haven’t read the previous parts but you could miss some references but nothing too serious.

w/k: 1.8k

<— previous part masterlist

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It wasn’t your first time living alone. Being independent meant learning how to deal with every inconvenience life threw at you and, more importantly, how to save money whenever you could.

Over the years, you’d taught yourself how to cook, how to use the washing machine without ruining your clothes, and how to fix almost anything around the apartment.

Keyword: almost.

The moment your bare feet stepped into the kitchen that morning, something cold and wet sent a jolt through your body. You yelped, instinctively jumping back as the lingering haze of sleep vanished in an instant. Grabbing the edge of the table to keep yourself from slipping, you looked down.

Water.

There was water all over your kitchen floor.

Your eyes immediately searched for the source. Then you found it. Under the sink.

A leaking pipe.

A problem you had absolutely no idea how to fix.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me” you groaned, already feeling your morning falling apart.

Not wanting to waste any more water, you hurried to the utility closet to grab the mop, though you knew it wouldn’t actually solve anything. The leak would just… keep leaking.

Still, you started mopping up the growing puddle, if only to keep your kitchen from turning into a miniature swimming pool.

How hadn’t you noticed it sooner?

Where had your head been?

Plop.

Plop.

Plop.

The steady rhythm of water dripping against the cabinet echoed through the room like a countdown.

With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed an old rag and wrapped it tightly around the damaged section of the pipe.

Maybe some tape would seal it…

Or maybe if you tied the rag tighter…

God, you couldn’t seriously be this clueless, could you?

As you straightened up, the back of your head slammed into the underside of the sink with a loud thunk, rattling the entire cabinet. You hissed through clenched teeth as pain shot through your skull, a string of curses slipping past your lips.

Between the throbbing ache, the flooding kitchen, the empty pit in your stomach, and the inevitable plumbing bill waiting to destroy your bank account…

You were dangerously close to crying.

Then someone knocked on your door. Two firm knocks.

You wiped your damp feet on the rug before hastily twisting your hair into a neater bun—something that looked at least a little less like you’d rolled straight out of bed.

Taking one last breath, you opened the door.

And the polite smile you’d forced onto your face slowly faded.

“Toji.”

“Morning.”

He wasn’t even looking at you, instead, his eyes wandered anywhere but your face: the hallway, the walls, somewhere over your shoulder.

“I found the plate you used to bring Megumi those brownies…” He trailed off.

Then his gaze finally landed on you.

“…You okay?”

You blinked, still half distracted by the disaster happening behind you.

“Hm? Oh… yeah. Why?”

His eyes slowly swept over you. The oversized T-shirt slipped lazily off one shoulder, nearly swallowing the pair of shorts barely visible underneath. Your feet were bare against the floor.

Finally, his gaze settled on your face and his brows knitted together.

Your eyes looked watery.

…Had you been crying?

“What’s wrong?”

You noticed him step a little closer. It was almost imperceptible, but enough to make you blink.

His dark green eyes searched yours with quiet concern, while the scar at the corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly, the same unconscious habit he always had whenever something was on his mind.

“Nothing. I just…” you glanced toward your kitchen, where the puddle had somehow grown even larger, and let out a defeated sigh. “My pipes are leaking. I only found out this morning, and now my kitchen’s practically flooded.”

“And you were about to cry over that?”

“Huh?” you frowned immediately. “No! Of course not.” Heat crept into your cheeks. “I smacked the back of my head against the sink while I was trying to fix it,” you admitted, rubbing the sore spot almost on instinct.

Toji stared at you.

“You’ve got a leaking pipe,” he repeated, as though confirming the information for himself. The plate in his hand had long been forgotten.

He scratched his chin thoughtfully.

A few seconds passed while you stood there awkwardly, waiting for whatever conclusion he was reaching.

“Yeah.” He nodded once. “I can fix it.”

Your eyes widened.

“You can?”

“Sure.”

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

“Lemme grab my toolbox.”

You nodded, relief washing over you almost immediately.

“Wait… what about Megumi?” you asked. “He can’t stay home alone while you’re here.”

Toji paused.

He considered it for a moment before looking back at you.

“You mind if he comes with me?”

“Not at all.”

Two minutes later, Megumi stood at your doorstep, his small hand tucked into his father’s. His sleepy expression and messy hair made it obvious he’d only just woken up. He rubbed at one eye before letting out a tiny yawn.

“He just woke up from his nap,” Toji explained.

You smiled warmly.

“Come in.”

In the few minutes Toji had been gone, you’d managed to throw on something a little more presentable, tame your hair, and slip on a pair of shoes. It wasn’t exactly a carefully planned outfit, but at least it no longer screamed I literally rolled out of bed five minutes ago.

Toji walked past you with a toolbox in one hand. Without a word, he motioned for Megumi to wait on the couch, a spot the little boy had apparently claimed as his own after all the times he’d fallen asleep there before.

You followed your neighbor into the kitchen.

The puddle had grown even larger.

Your attention immediately dropped to the floor, which was exactly why you walked straight into Toji’s back. Solid.

You stumbled a step backward.

“S-Sorry,” you mumbled with an embarrassed laugh.

Toji merely glanced back over his shoulder before returning his attention to the sink.

You’d shared moments far more awkward than this. Moments far more intimate, even.

And yet… Watching him casually fix something in your apartment made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

Part of you felt embarrassed. Another part was simply happy to see him again.

Lately, there hadn’t been many excuses for the two of you to spend time together.

Standing beside him, you realized he wasn’t doing anything yet. He was assessing the damage.

“It’s not that bad,” he said after a moment. “We’ll just shut off the water and seal the crack.”

He crouched beneath the sink, giving the pipe an experimental tug.

Almost immediately, the leak worsened and water dripped faster.

“…Well,” he muttered.

You sighed.

The stupid leak made no sense.

Everything had been perfectly fine just a few days ago, and now your kitchen was flooding while your stomach growled strong enough to remind you that you hadn’t even had breakfast.

Toji reached into his toolbox and pulled out a tube of epoxy before carefully spreading it over the crack. Once that was done, he tightened a few loose fittings with practiced movements.

His forearm flexed with every turn of the wrench.

Then his bicep. A very, very unfair and huge bicep. You swallowed.

Over the past few weeks, you’d caught yourself having far too many thoughts about Toji that a perfectly normal neighbor shouldn’t be having. Enough to embarrass yourself. Still, you’d never let those thoughts affect your relationship.

At least… you’d tried not to.

Right now, though, concentrating on anything other than the sharp line of his jaw, the muscles shifting beneath his shirt, or the way his fingers moved so effortlessly around the tools felt nearly impossible.

A cold shower suddenly sounded like an excellent idea.

“There.”

Toji stood without warning.

Before either of you realized it, you were standing much closer than either of you intended.

His eyes widened.

Despite the obvious height difference, your faces ended up only inches apart. When had you gotten so close? Well, close enough for his breath to brush softly against your lips.

Neither of you moved. Not for one impossibly long moment.

His chest barely grazed yours, and suddenly even breathing felt like the wrong decision.

Your eyes found his, and there was something unreadable swirling behind them. Confusion. Hesitation. Want.

And judging by the way he looked back at you…he didn’t seem to know what to do either.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t realize I was standing so close.”

Neither of you stepped away. But instead, your mind betrayed you.

What would it be like to kiss him? Would Toji kiss rough? Impatient? Eagerly? Somehow, you thought he would. And the thought alone made your pulse race.

Your gaze caught the subtle bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. Toji leaned in. Just a little.

As though something invisible kept pulling him toward you.

Your heartbeat thundered inside your chest.

This was it.

“Papa, I’m hungry.”

Megumi’s voice shattered the moment.

The little boy had wandered into the kitchen without either of you noticing.

Both of you jumped apart as though you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

Toji cleared his throat. You quickly turned your head away, hoping the heat burning across your cheeks wasn’t nearly as obvious as it felt.

“Yeah, buddy. I’m—”

“Were you gonna kiss?”

Silence.

“What? Why would you even—”

“Megumi,” Toji cut in with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “What’d I tell you about sticking your nose into grown-ups’ business?”

“We weren’t—”

“That’s none of your—”

The two of you spoke over each other, tripping over your own words in your rush to deny it.

Megumi stared at both of you with an expression that could only be described as unimpressed. Almost boring.

Then he yawned.

“I want donuts.”

“For breakfast?” Toji frowned.

“Yeah.”

“No.”

“Cake?”

“Also no.”

“Then how about ice cre—”

Your stomach chose the absolute worst possible moment to growl.

This time loudly.

Both of them turned toward you, and his attention made you wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“You’re hungry too?” Megumi asked, tilting his head. “See? Donuts sound like a good idea.”

“I… kind of skipped breakfast,” you admitted with an awkward laugh. “Everything that happened this morning made me completely forget.”

Toji watched you in silence for several long seconds.

Studying you. Reading your expression.

You found yourself meeting his eyes again before you could stop yourself. For just a second, you were pulled right back to the moment beneath the sink.

His warmth.

His scent.

The closeness.

“Why don’t you come have breakfast with us?”

You blinked.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded once. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of hesitation.

“I could at least pay for breakfast to thank you for fixing my—”

“No.”

He interrupted you before you could finish.

“I invited you first.”

His tone left absolutely no room for argument.

You looked at Megumi. His face remained as unreadable as ever, but there was a tiny sparkle in his eyes.

Then you looked back at Toji. There was something similar in his gaze. Something harder to define. It made you wonder what was really going through his mind.

“Then… let me go change.”

“I should shower first.” He picked up the toolbox with one hand before effortlessly lifting Megumi into the other. “We’ll come get you.”

That single sentence planted an image in your head that absolutely did not belong there.

Toji. Fresh out of the shower. Naked. Soap still clinging to him. But most important: Naked.

Heat rushed through your entire body.

You followed them to the door before quietly closing it behind them.

Only then did you notice the plate Toji had originally come to return and resting on top of it was a small box of cookies.

You closed your eyes.

Left alone with your embarrassingly inappropriate thoughts and a heart that simply refused to calm down.

a/n: finally I posted somethinggggg I’ve been busy but I’m back and I’ll like to see what do you think about this or it you have any requests, ideas or something elseeeee. anyway I hope you like it. comments and reblogs are appreciated 😽🫶🏻

[wiwiwisthings]

Flooded Floor

Neighbor!Toji x reader

synopsis: your neighbor offering to help fixing your leaking pipes, but what you didn’t expected was all that made you feel.

content: domestic fluff, dad Toji, kidgumiiii, an awkwardly tension.

a/n: this is a part of a series of neighbor Toji, I think you still can read it if you haven’t read the previous parts but you could miss some references but nothing too serious.

w/k: 1.8k

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It wasn’t your first time living alone. Being independent meant learning how to deal with every inconvenience life threw at you and, more importantly, how to save money whenever you could.

Over the years, you’d taught yourself how to cook, how to use the washing machine without ruining your clothes, and how to fix almost anything around the apartment.

Keyword: almost.

The moment your bare feet stepped into the kitchen that morning, something cold and wet sent a jolt through your body. You yelped, instinctively jumping back as the lingering haze of sleep vanished in an instant. Grabbing the edge of the table to keep yourself from slipping, you looked down.

Water.

There was water all over your kitchen floor.

Your eyes immediately searched for the source. Then you found it. Under the sink.

A leaking pipe.

A problem you had absolutely no idea how to fix.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me” you groaned, already feeling your morning falling apart.

Not wanting to waste any more water, you hurried to the utility closet to grab the mop, though you knew it wouldn’t actually solve anything. The leak would just… keep leaking.

Still, you started mopping up the growing puddle, if only to keep your kitchen from turning into a miniature swimming pool.

How hadn’t you noticed it sooner?

Where had your head been?

Plop.

Plop.

Plop.

The steady rhythm of water dripping against the cabinet echoed through the room like a countdown.

With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed an old rag and wrapped it tightly around the damaged section of the pipe.

Maybe some tape would seal it…

Or maybe if you tied the rag tighter…

God, you couldn’t seriously be this clueless, could you?

As you straightened up, the back of your head slammed into the underside of the sink with a loud thunk, rattling the entire cabinet. You hissed through clenched teeth as pain shot through your skull, a string of curses slipping past your lips.

Between the throbbing ache, the flooding kitchen, the empty pit in your stomach, and the inevitable plumbing bill waiting to destroy your bank account…

You were dangerously close to crying.

Then someone knocked on your door. Two firm knocks.

You wiped your damp feet on the rug before hastily twisting your hair into a neater bun—something that looked at least a little less like you’d rolled straight out of bed.

Taking one last breath, you opened the door.

And the polite smile you’d forced onto your face slowly faded.

“Toji.”

“Morning.”

He wasn’t even looking at you, instead, his eyes wandered anywhere but your face: the hallway, the walls, somewhere over your shoulder.

“I found the plate you used to bring Megumi those brownies…” He trailed off.

Then his gaze finally landed on you.

“…You okay?”

You blinked, still half distracted by the disaster happening behind you.

“Hm? Oh… yeah. Why?”

His eyes slowly swept over you. The oversized T-shirt slipped lazily off one shoulder, nearly swallowing the pair of shorts barely visible underneath. Your feet were bare against the floor.

Finally, his gaze settled on your face and his brows knitted together.

Your eyes looked watery.

…Had you been crying?

“What’s wrong?”

You noticed him step a little closer. It was almost imperceptible, but enough to make you blink.

His dark green eyes searched yours with quiet concern, while the scar at the corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly, the same unconscious habit he always had whenever something was on his mind.

“Nothing. I just…” you glanced toward your kitchen, where the puddle had somehow grown even larger, and let out a defeated sigh. “My pipes are leaking. I only found out this morning, and now my kitchen’s practically flooded.”

“And you were about to cry over that?”

“Huh?” you frowned immediately. “No! Of course not.” Heat crept into your cheeks. “I smacked the back of my head against the sink while I was trying to fix it,” you admitted, rubbing the sore spot almost on instinct.

Toji stared at you.

“You’ve got a leaking pipe,” he repeated, as though confirming the information for himself. The plate in his hand had long been forgotten.

He scratched his chin thoughtfully.

A few seconds passed while you stood there awkwardly, waiting for whatever conclusion he was reaching.

“Yeah.” He nodded once. “I can fix it.”

Your eyes widened.

“You can?”

“Sure.”

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

“Lemme grab my toolbox.”

You nodded, relief washing over you almost immediately.

“Wait… what about Megumi?” you asked. “He can’t stay home alone while you’re here.”

Toji paused.

He considered it for a moment before looking back at you.

“You mind if he comes with me?”

“Not at all.”

Two minutes later, Megumi stood at your doorstep, his small hand tucked into his father’s. His sleepy expression and messy hair made it obvious he’d only just woken up. He rubbed at one eye before letting out a tiny yawn.

“He just woke up from his nap,” Toji explained.

You smiled warmly.

“Come in.”

In the few minutes Toji had been gone, you’d managed to throw on something a little more presentable, tame your hair, and slip on a pair of shoes. It wasn’t exactly a carefully planned outfit, but at least it no longer screamed I literally rolled out of bed five minutes ago.

Toji walked past you with a toolbox in one hand. Without a word, he motioned for Megumi to wait on the couch, a spot the little boy had apparently claimed as his own after all the times he’d fallen asleep there before.

You followed your neighbor into the kitchen.

The puddle had grown even larger.

Your attention immediately dropped to the floor, which was exactly why you walked straight into Toji’s back. Solid.

You stumbled a step backward.

“S-Sorry,” you mumbled with an embarrassed laugh.

Toji merely glanced back over his shoulder before returning his attention to the sink.

You’d shared moments far more awkward than this. Moments far more intimate, even.

And yet… Watching him casually fix something in your apartment made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

Part of you felt embarrassed. Another part was simply happy to see him again.

Lately, there hadn’t been many excuses for the two of you to spend time together.

Standing beside him, you realized he wasn’t doing anything yet. He was assessing the damage.

“It’s not that bad,” he said after a moment. “We’ll just shut off the water and seal the crack.”

He crouched beneath the sink, giving the pipe an experimental tug.

Almost immediately, the leak worsened and water dripped faster.

“…Well,” he muttered.

You sighed.

The stupid leak made no sense.

Everything had been perfectly fine just a few days ago, and now your kitchen was flooding while your stomach growled strong enough to remind you that you hadn’t even had breakfast.

Toji reached into his toolbox and pulled out a tube of epoxy before carefully spreading it over the crack. Once that was done, he tightened a few loose fittings with practiced movements.

His forearm flexed with every turn of the wrench.

Then his bicep. A very, very unfair and huge bicep. You swallowed.

Over the past few weeks, you’d caught yourself having far too many thoughts about Toji that a perfectly normal neighbor shouldn’t be having. Enough to embarrass yourself. Still, you’d never let those thoughts affect your relationship.

At least… you’d tried not to.

Right now, though, concentrating on anything other than the sharp line of his jaw, the muscles shifting beneath his shirt, or the way his fingers moved so effortlessly around the tools felt nearly impossible.

A cold shower suddenly sounded like an excellent idea.

“There.”

Toji stood without warning.

Before either of you realized it, you were standing much closer than either of you intended.

His eyes widened.

Despite the obvious height difference, your faces ended up only inches apart. When had you gotten so close? Well, close enough for his breath to brush softly against your lips.

Neither of you moved. Not for one impossibly long moment.

His chest barely grazed yours, and suddenly even breathing felt like the wrong decision.

Your eyes found his, and there was something unreadable swirling behind them. Confusion. Hesitation. Want.

And judging by the way he looked back at you…he didn’t seem to know what to do either.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t realize I was standing so close.”

Neither of you stepped away. But instead, your mind betrayed you.

What would it be like to kiss him? Would Toji kiss rough? Impatient? Eagerly? Somehow, you thought he would. And the thought alone made your pulse race.

Your gaze caught the subtle bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. Toji leaned in. Just a little.

As though something invisible kept pulling him toward you.

Your heartbeat thundered inside your chest.

This was it.

“Papa, I’m hungry.”

Megumi’s voice shattered the moment.

The little boy had wandered into the kitchen without either of you noticing.

Both of you jumped apart as though you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

Toji cleared his throat. You quickly turned your head away, hoping the heat burning across your cheeks wasn’t nearly as obvious as it felt.

“Yeah, buddy. I’m—”

“Were you gonna kiss?”

Silence.

“What? Why would you even—”

“Megumi,” Toji cut in with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “What’d I tell you about sticking your nose into grown-ups’ business?”

“We weren’t—”

“That’s none of your—”

The two of you spoke over each other, tripping over your own words in your rush to deny it.

Megumi stared at both of you with an expression that could only be described as unimpressed. Almost boring.

Then he yawned.

“I want donuts.”

“For breakfast?” Toji frowned.

“Yeah.”

“No.”

“Cake?”

“Also no.”

“Then how about ice cre—”

Your stomach chose the absolute worst possible moment to growl.

This time loudly.

Both of them turned toward you, and his attention made you wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“You’re hungry too?” Megumi asked, tilting his head. “See? Donuts sound like a good idea.”

“I… kind of skipped breakfast,” you admitted with an awkward laugh. “Everything that happened this morning made me completely forget.”

Toji watched you in silence for several long seconds.

Studying you. Reading your expression.

You found yourself meeting his eyes again before you could stop yourself. For just a second, you were pulled right back to the moment beneath the sink.

His warmth.

His scent.

The closeness.

“Why don’t you come have breakfast with us?”

You blinked.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded once. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of hesitation.

“I could at least pay for breakfast to thank you for fixing my—”

“No.”

He interrupted you before you could finish.

“I invited you first.”

His tone left absolutely no room for argument.

You looked at Megumi. His face remained as unreadable as ever, but there was a tiny sparkle in his eyes.

Then you looked back at Toji. There was something similar in his gaze. Something harder to define. It made you wonder what was really going through his mind.

“Then… let me go change.”

“I should shower first.” He picked up the toolbox with one hand before effortlessly lifting Megumi into the other. “We’ll come get you.”

That single sentence planted an image in your head that absolutely did not belong there.

Toji. Fresh out of the shower. Naked. Soap still clinging to him. But most important: Naked.

Heat rushed through your entire body.

You followed them to the door before quietly closing it behind them.

Only then did you notice the plate Toji had originally come to return and resting on top of it was a small box of cookies.

You closed your eyes.

Left alone with your embarrassingly inappropriate thoughts and a heart that simply refused to calm down.

a/n: finally I posted somethinggggg I’ve been busy but I’m back and I’ll like to see what do you think about this or it you have any requests, ideas or something elseeeee. anyway I hope you like it. comments and reblogs are appreciated 😽🫶🏻

[wiwiwisthings]

A home for three

Nanami x reader

content: pure domestic fluuuff in which only you and Nanami decide to adopt a dog!!

w/k: 1.2k masterlist

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“Come on! Think about it, it would bring so much joy to our home!” You were close to start jumping out of excitement just by exposing your idea.

Your brilliant idea.

Nanami watches you from across the table, you look very excited about what you’re talking about, enough to leave your dinner untouched.

“Love, I’m not saying no, I’m just saying we need to think about it more before making a decision" Nanami stands up too and walks towards you, looking straight into your eyes. Those bright eyes of you. You’re looking too much like a little kid to him, a kid asking for a treat or for ten more minutes to play before bed.

“Besides, you bring all the joy and happiness that I need” he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Your heart immediately melts at his gentleness and all the love you feel even through his actions, little and intimate gestures like this.

“You bring all the good things in my life too, Kento” you smile warmly at him “But adopting a dog sounds great too!”

Kento sighs, shaking his head with a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“We need to plan it before, love. He’ll need a bed, food, toys, and time. I’m not saying no, I’m saying we have to think carefully about it”

Yes, well, what Kento didn’t know is that you had already made an appointment at a dog shelter for tomorrow and also filled out all the required paperwork they ask before letting someone adopt a dog. For tomorrow at 10 am.

Of course he wasn’t too happy about it when you told him, but how could he say no to you? So, being the amazing husband he is, he sighs in defeat and agrees to drive you to the dog shelter.

“Look! My god they’re so cute! Look at their faces, Kentooo” you were dragging him down the hallways full of dogs and puppies. Barks echoed through the hallways. Music for your ears.

“Slow down, my love, we have no rush”

But you have. This was your dream since you were a little girl, and he knows it, he knows how much you have always wanted a dog because your parents never let you, and now, as an adult, since you two got married the first thing you brought up to the table was having a dog but you were too busy with work and other stuff that the idea was forgotten. Until now, obviously.

You stop in front of an office, waiting for the lady that was supposed to show you all the dogs that were ready for the adoption, but she was late.

“Six minutes late” Nanami tells you, peeking at his wristwatch.

“Maybe something happened” you try to excuse the lady “She should be here at any moment” but you start shifting your weight from one foot to another.

“Maybe, but she should have—“ a warm feeling on his calf interrupts him “What…” a loud sigh escapes from his mouth.

You follow where he is looking just to find a small dog lifting his leg to pee on him. Marking territory. His immaculate suit now ruined by a cute-small-brown dog. Not a pup but a small one.

“I’m Sorry! I’m sorry” the lady you’ve been waiting for appears, out of breath, completely disheveled from running after the dog, you guessed. A leash on her hand “I’m sorry for having you waiting, a dog escaped from… oh you find him”

The dog barks in excitement, his tail wagging against the floor where he sat next to Nanami, who has a deadpan expression, not very happy about the pee on his pants. You had to make your best effort to suppress a laugh, cause these things just happen to your husband. Looking back to the lady, you realised her face is completely flushed and fidgeting with the leash on her hands. She’s worried about the whole–but funny situation.

“It’s okay, not your fault, right Kento?” you push slightly his elbow to stop him from looking in disapproval at the dog.

“Right” he clears his throat and sighs “I assume you’re late because of this… individual over here”

“He ran before I could put the leash on him” she sighs too and approaches to the dog “C’mon buddy, don’t make this any more awkward than it already is, please, i want to keep my job”

The dog barks again in disagreement and hides behind your legs. You look down at him, his big doe eyes asking for pets and affection, and your heart can’t help but melt at it.

“Is he going to be adopted?” you ask innocently, almost distracted, but your husband who knows you so well shoots you a look, knowing where you're going.

“No, he already had one year here so they’re going to transfer him to another… center” she explains with a sad glance at the dog. You know what she means.

Your heart sinks at the mere thought of it, and you look back at Nanami, who's already surrendered at your will and knows what you’re going to ask next.

He already knew that look.

The one that meant you had made up your mind before asking. The one he never managed to say no.

Twenty minutes later, after a long paperwork and exchange of words with the lady about all the cares an adopted dog needs, you three are heading home. The big bright smile on your face is the only thing that keeps Nanami from regretting, because as the measured and organized man he is, he knows this change in your lives will probably bring arguments and missed socks. But it also will be worth it if that means seeing you smiling and radiating happiness every day.

“How are you gonna name him?” he asks, turning to see you two. The dog curled up in your lap looking out of the car's window with his tail wagging again.

“Mmm… what do you think about…Mylo?”

“Isn’t it a person’s name?”

“I don’t know, but what's wrong with it? he’s our son after all” you reply, kissing your dog’s face overcome by a sudden wave of affection.

Nanami's side-eye you, worried about you referring to the dog as our son. But instead of saying anything, he sighs and smiles with his eyes on the road again.

“Mylo then”

A week later, he found his three missing socks ripped and bitten in Mylo’s bed.

a/n: adopt not buy!! Hope you like ittt cause how I imagine the whole scene in my head made me giggle hehe

[wiwiwisthings]

A home for three

Nanami x reader

content: pure domestic fluuuff in which only you and Nanami decide to adopt a dog!!

w/k: 1.2k masterlist

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“Come on! Think about it, it would bring so much joy to our home!” You were close to start jumping out of excitement just by exposing your idea.

Your brilliant idea.

Nanami watches you from across the table, you look very excited about what you’re talking about, enough to leave your dinner untouched.

“Love, I’m not saying no, I’m just saying we need to think about it more before making a decision" Nanami stands up too and walks towards you, looking straight into your eyes. Those bright eyes of you. You’re looking too much like a little kid to him, a kid asking for a treat or for ten more minutes to play before bed.

“Besides, you bring all the joy and happiness that I need” he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Your heart immediately melts at his gentleness and all the love you feel even through his actions, little and intimate gestures like this.

“You bring all the good things in my life too, Kento” you smile warmly at him “But adopting a dog sounds great too!”

Kento sighs, shaking his head with a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“We need to plan it before, love. He’ll need a bed, food, toys, and time. I’m not saying no, I’m saying we have to think carefully about it”

Yes, well, what Kento didn’t know is that you had already made an appointment at a dog shelter for tomorrow and also filled out all the required paperwork they ask before letting someone adopt a dog. For tomorrow at 10 am.

Of course he wasn’t too happy about it when you told him, but how could he say no to you? So, being the amazing husband he is, he sighs in defeat and agrees to drive you to the dog shelter.

“Look! My god they’re so cute! Look at their faces, Kentooo” you were dragging him down the hallways full of dogs and puppies. Barks echoed through the hallways. Music for your ears.

“Slow down, my love, we have no rush”

But you have. This was your dream since you were a little girl, and he knows it, he knows how much you have always wanted a dog because your parents never let you, and now, as an adult, since you two got married the first thing you brought up to the table was having a dog but you were too busy with work and other stuff that the idea was forgotten. Until now, obviously.

You stop in front of an office, waiting for the lady that was supposed to show you all the dogs that were ready for the adoption, but she was late.

“Six minutes late” Nanami tells you, peeking at his wristwatch.

“Maybe something happened” you try to excuse the lady “She should be here at any moment” but you start shifting your weight from one foot to another.

“Maybe, but she should have—“ a warm feeling on his calf interrupts him “What…” a loud sigh escapes from his mouth.

You follow where he is looking just to find a small dog lifting his leg to pee on him. Marking territory. His immaculate suit now ruined by a cute-small-brown dog. Not a pup but a small one.

“I’m Sorry! I’m sorry” the lady you’ve been waiting for appears, out of breath, completely disheveled from running after the dog, you guessed. A leash on her hand “I’m sorry for having you waiting, a dog escaped from… oh you find him”

The dog barks in excitement, his tail wagging against the floor where he sat next to Nanami, who has a deadpan expression, not very happy about the pee on his pants. You had to make your best effort to suppress a laugh, cause these things just happen to your husband. Looking back to the lady, you realised her face is completely flushed and fidgeting with the leash on her hands. She’s worried about the whole–but funny situation.

“It’s okay, not your fault, right Kento?” you push slightly his elbow to stop him from looking in disapproval at the dog.

“Right” he clears his throat and sighs “I assume you’re late because of this… individual over here”

“He ran before I could put the leash on him” she sighs too and approaches to the dog “C’mon buddy, don’t make this any more awkward than it already is, please, i want to keep my job”

The dog barks again in disagreement and hides behind your legs. You look down at him, his big doe eyes asking for pets and affection, and your heart can’t help but melt at it.

“Is he going to be adopted?” you ask innocently, almost distracted, but your husband who knows you so well shoots you a look, knowing where you're going.

“No, he already had one year here so they’re going to transfer him to another… center” she explains with a sad glance at the dog. You know what she means.

Your heart sinks at the mere thought of it, and you look back at Nanami, who's already surrendered at your will and knows what you’re going to ask next.

He already knew that look.

The one that meant you had made up your mind before asking. The one he never managed to say no.

Twenty minutes later, after a long paperwork and exchange of words with the lady about all the cares an adopted dog needs, you three are heading home. The big bright smile on your face is the only thing that keeps Nanami from regretting, because as the measured and organized man he is, he knows this change in your lives will probably bring arguments and missed socks. But it also will be worth it if that means seeing you smiling and radiating happiness every day.

“How are you gonna name him?” he asks, turning to see you two. The dog curled up in your lap looking out of the car's window with his tail wagging again.

“Mmm… what do you think about…Mylo?”

“Isn’t it a person’s name?”

“I don’t know, but what's wrong with it? he’s our son after all” you reply, kissing your dog’s face overcome by a sudden wave of affection.

Nanami's side-eye you, worried about you referring to the dog as our son. But instead of saying anything, he sighs and smiles with his eyes on the road again.

“Mylo then”

A week later, he found his three missing socks ripped and bitten in Mylo’s bed.

a/n: adopt not buy!! Hope you like ittt cause how I imagine the whole scene in my head made me giggle hehe

[wiwiwisthings]

You won't believe me but I literally just adopted a small brown dog!! 🥹✨

It's as if i manifested it, only that this is a girl dog puppyyyyy im so excited omg I can’t belive ittt

[wiwiwisthings]

A home for three

Nanami x reader

content: pure domestic fluuuff in which only you and Nanami decide to adopt a dog!!

w/k: 1.2k masterlist

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“Come on! Think about it, it would bring so much joy to our home!” You were close to start jumping out of excitement just by exposing your idea.

Your brilliant idea.

Nanami watches you from across the table, you look very excited about what you’re talking about, enough to leave your dinner untouched.

“Love, I’m not saying no, I’m just saying we need to think about it more before making a decision" Nanami stands up too and walks towards you, looking straight into your eyes. Those bright eyes of you. You’re looking too much like a little kid to him, a kid asking for a treat or for ten more minutes to play before bed.

“Besides, you bring all the joy and happiness that I need” he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Your heart immediately melts at his gentleness and all the love you feel even through his actions, little and intimate gestures like this.

“You bring all the good things in my life too, Kento” you smile warmly at him “But adopting a dog sounds great too!”

Kento sighs, shaking his head with a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“We need to plan it before, love. He’ll need a bed, food, toys, and time. I’m not saying no, I’m saying we have to think carefully about it”

Yes, well, what Kento didn’t know is that you had already made an appointment at a dog shelter for tomorrow and also filled out all the required paperwork they ask before letting someone adopt a dog. For tomorrow at 10 am.

Of course he wasn’t too happy about it when you told him, but how could he say no to you? So, being the amazing husband he is, he sighs in defeat and agrees to drive you to the dog shelter.

“Look! My god they’re so cute! Look at their faces, Kentooo” you were dragging him down the hallways full of dogs and puppies. Barks echoed through the hallways. Music for your ears.

“Slow down, my love, we have no rush”

But you have. This was your dream since you were a little girl, and he knows it, he knows how much you have always wanted a dog because your parents never let you, and now, as an adult, since you two got married the first thing you brought up to the table was having a dog but you were too busy with work and other stuff that the idea was forgotten. Until now, obviously.

You stop in front of an office, waiting for the lady that was supposed to show you all the dogs that were ready for the adoption, but she was late.

“Six minutes late” Nanami tells you, peeking at his wristwatch.

“Maybe something happened” you try to excuse the lady “She should be here at any moment” but you start shifting your weight from one foot to another.

“Maybe, but she should have—“ a warm feeling on his calf interrupts him “What…” a loud sigh escapes from his mouth.

You follow where he is looking just to find a small dog lifting his leg to pee on him. Marking territory. His immaculate suit now ruined by a cute-small-brown dog. Not a pup but a small one.

“I’m Sorry! I’m sorry” the lady you’ve been waiting for appears, out of breath, completely disheveled from running after the dog, you guessed. A leash on her hand “I’m sorry for having you waiting, a dog escaped from… oh you find him”

The dog barks in excitement, his tail wagging against the floor where he sat next to Nanami, who has a deadpan expression, not very happy about the pee on his pants. You had to make your best effort to suppress a laugh, cause these things just happen to your husband. Looking back to the lady, you realised her face is completely flushed and fidgeting with the leash on her hands. She’s worried about the whole–but funny situation.

“It’s okay, not your fault, right Kento?” you push slightly his elbow to stop him from looking in disapproval at the dog.

“Right” he clears his throat and sighs “I assume you’re late because of this… individual over here”

“He ran before I could put the leash on him” she sighs too and approaches to the dog “C’mon buddy, don’t make this any more awkward than it already is, please, i want to keep my job”

The dog barks again in disagreement and hides behind your legs. You look down at him, his big doe eyes asking for pets and affection, and your heart can’t help but melt at it.

“Is he going to be adopted?” you ask innocently, almost distracted, but your husband who knows you so well shoots you a look, knowing where you're going.

“No, he already had one year here so they’re going to transfer him to another… center” she explains with a sad glance at the dog. You know what she means.

Your heart sinks at the mere thought of it, and you look back at Nanami, who's already surrendered at your will and knows what you’re going to ask next.

He already knew that look.

The one that meant you had made up your mind before asking. The one he never managed to say no.

Twenty minutes later, after a long paperwork and exchange of words with the lady about all the cares an adopted dog needs, you three are heading home. The big bright smile on your face is the only thing that keeps Nanami from regretting, because as the measured and organized man he is, he knows this change in your lives will probably bring arguments and missed socks. But it also will be worth it if that means seeing you smiling and radiating happiness every day.

“How are you gonna name him?” he asks, turning to see you two. The dog curled up in your lap looking out of the car's window with his tail wagging again.

“Mmm… what do you think about…Mylo?”

“Isn’t it a person’s name?”

“I don’t know, but what's wrong with it? he’s our son after all” you reply, kissing your dog’s face overcome by a sudden wave of affection.

Nanami's side-eye you, worried about you referring to the dog as our son. But instead of saying anything, he sighs and smiles with his eyes on the road again.

“Mylo then”

A week later, he found his three missing socks ripped and bitten in Mylo’s bed.

a/n: adopt not buy!! Hope you like ittt cause how I imagine the whole scene in my head made me giggle hehe

[wiwiwisthings]

The Hunt

Trueform!Sukuna x reader

content: mdni, chase kink, consensual roleplaying, biting, outdoor sex, rough sex, sukuna has two dicks, and I think that’s all :)

w/c: 2k

Your heart was pounding in your throat, the wind whipping through your hair as you navigated the forest with nothing but the pale moonlight to guide your way. You just hoped you wouldn’t trip over one of the countless roots hidden beneath the undergrowth.

Every few seconds, you glanced over your shoulder, checking whether he was still behind you. Apparently, your head start had paid off, there was no sign of Sukuna anywhere.

Fear and arousal burned beneath your skin in equal parts. Besides, you had never run this fast in your life.

Still, you knew your lead wouldn’t last forever. Maybe it was already gone. Maybe he was much closer than you realized, watching you from somewhere in the darkness between the trees.

The rules had been simple.

If he caught you before you reached the cabin, he’d fuck you right there. If you made it first, he’d have to let you try something new with him.

And you were determined to win.

In the distance, the warm glow spilling from the cabin’s windows came into view, relief flooding through you almost instantly.

It lasted all of two seconds before the unmistakable snap of a branch echoed behind you.

You picked up speed, panic urging your legs to move faster.

A low, beastly growl sounded somewhere behind you.

A frightened squeak slipped from your lips as you tried to put more distance between the two of you.

It was pointless. He was already too close.

Without warning, a pair of powerful arms wrapped around your waist while another pinned your shoulders against a broad, solid chest. You gasped, kicking and struggling to break free.

“Don’t bother.”

His voice rumbled against your ear, thick with dark satisfaction.

“I’ve got you now.”

You fought with everything you had. If you managed to slip away, the game didn’t have to end here—that had been one of the rules too.

But it was useless.

“Bastard” you growled, still squirming in his grasp.

His laugh sent a shiver straight through your core, much to your own annoyance.

Truthfully…

Winning or losing had never really mattered, some part of you had wanted to be caught.

“Stay still. There’s nothing you can do.”

His teeth caught your earlobe, tugging just enough to make you writhe.

A soft moan escaped before you could stop it.

With ease, Sukuna spun you around and pressed you against the rough trunk of a pine tree. Not hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs, but enough to leave you momentarily stunned.

When you looked up, that wicked grin was already waiting for you.

His crimson eyes slowly traveled down your body, assessing you with open amusement as if deciding which piece of clothing he wanted to tear off first.

Your chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.

Without a second thought, one of his right arms hooked into the fabric of your shirt and ripped it apart effortlessly, exposing your bra and the soft curve of your cleavage.

“Time to claim my prize.”

He leaned in until his face hovered beside your neck, inhaling deeply before dragging his tongue over the frantic beat of your pulse.

“I can feel it,” he murmured “I can feel your blood racing through your veins.”

His teeth grazed your skin.

“Are you scared?”

“No.”

“You should be.”

His fangs sank into your neck, drawing a sharp cry of surprise that melted seamlessly into pleasure. Pain and heat spread through your entire body, your nipples hardening instantly.

When he pulled away, he lazily licked over the bite mark.

Almost unconsciously, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your hips brushing against his stomach as your body instinctively chased the tongue that was there.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he mocked.

His lower arms tightened around your waist, keeping you firmly in place before lifting you effortlessly off the ground.

Now you were completely trapped. The tree at your back and Sukuna in front of you.

No escape.

The shredded remains of your shirt hung loosely from your shoulders.

Towering over you, his massive frame looked every bit as intimidating as it was powerful. He could do whatever he wanted to you and you wouldn’t be able to stop him. And yet, you knew all it would take was a single word for this twisted little game to end.

But you didn’t want it to end, you wanted him to use you however he pleased.

To mold your body to his liking.

The thought alone sent warmth pooling between your thighs.

With one of his lower right arms, Sukuna freed his upper cock while spreading your legs even farther apart, his remaining arms keeping you suspended effortlessly against the tree. Another hand tore through the thin fabric of your pants and underwear, leaving you completely exposed.

He had destroyed your clothes in less than five minutes in the middle of the forest. Against a tree. Like an animal.

Everything about him reminded you of a beast.

You swallowed the moan threatening to spill from your lips.You needed him.

Right here.

Right now.

“Stay still, woman.” His voice came out as a low growl. “I’m claiming what’s mine.”

He pinned your wrists and waist in place as he lined himself up with your entrance.

You were already ready for him, no need of preparation. The thrill of the chase still coursed through your veins, your body burning hotter than before.

Just as you’d expected, Sukuna buried himself inside you in a single thrust, his other cock brushing deliciously against your clit.

A sharp cry tore from your throat as the familiar sting of the stretch gave way to the overwhelming sensation of being filled.

Everything else faded.

Thought became impossible.

All that remained were the sensations. Full. Shaking. Wanted.

The hunger with which he always took you, his body’s instinctive response to yours, made you feel powerful in a way you couldn’t quite explain. Not because of the sex but because of the devotion he never showed anyone else.

He indulged your every whim.

Even this game.

It had been your idea, and Sukuna had accepted without a single complaint, chasing you through the forest just because you wanted him to.

“Relax.” His voice was edged with impatience. “Thought you could take it.”

A shaky breath left your lips.

“I-I thought so too…”

Pleasure and pain battled for dominance inside you. You simply needed a little time to adjust, in your defense, you had never done it like this before, never with your feet dangling above the ground.

One of his hands slipped between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit in slow, deliberate circles while his eyes remained fixed on your face.

Your expression slowly softened.

You focused on the steady rhythm of his touch, pleasure gradually replacing the lingering ache. Even without moving, he was already brushing against the spot that made your body tremble.

Your walls fluttered around him.

“Ah… I-it doesn’t hurt as much anymore.”

Your hands, finally free, settled on his broad shoulders.

“I felt that” he muttered. “I can feel your pussy pulsing around me.”

His hands tightened around your waist before slowly guiding your body up and back down his length. Somehow, the stars above seemed brighter now.

“T-There… yes…”

Your voice came out as nothing more than a breathless gasp.

Every slow thrust rubbed you exactly where you needed him. Perfectly.

“So what happened to all that courage?” Sukuna teased, dragging his tongue along your neck before grazing your skin with his teeth once more “I thought you wanted to get away from me.”

His lips hovered just inches from yours.

“I thought you were afraid.”

Instead of answering, he crashed his lips against yours in a wild kiss. It swallowed every moan and whimper you tried to make and your tongues tangled together, neither willing to surrender until Sukuna inevitably forced the kiss into his own relentless rhythm.

“I-I’m gonna cum…” the warning barely left your lips before his pace quickened.

The pressure building inside you became almost unbearable.

“Pathetic,” he scoffed, his voice rough “Making you come is far too easy.”

“Shut up…”

Your nails dug into his shoulders.

“I’m gonna—”

The words dissolved into a broken cry as your body finally gave in. Your walls clenched tightly around him, your legs trembling uncontrollably while wave after wave of pleasure crashed through every nerve in your body.

The cry you let out must have echoed for miles.

Warmth trickled down the inside of your thighs, and down his abdomen.

His hips snapped forward faster, one of his lower arms slamming into the tree behind you hard enough to make the trunk crack beneath the force.

A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as he emptied himself inside you.

Your climax had dragged his own out of him.

For several long moments, neither of you spoke, the only sound left was your ragged breathing.

You slipped your arms around the back of his neck, more for balance than necessity cause you knew he would never let you fall.

A tired smile tugged at your lips.

“Pathetic” you whispered against his ear, still struggling to catch your breath “Making you come is far too easy.”

You felt him twitch inside you.

“Insolent woman” he growled.

a/n: y’all already saw the new teaser of the next jjk part? I’m excited and afraidddd. anyways, I hope you like it, comments and reblogs are appreciated 😽🫰🏻

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── Nanami likes this polaroid of you ᢉ𐭩

CW: nsfw Art: @/hunnismokah

The wooden door of the hotel room clicked shut, sealing out the muted hum of the city outside. Nanami let out a long, slow sigh, the sound scraping against the quiet air as he set his briefcase down by the desk. He reached up, loosening the knot of his tie with a sharp tug before pulling it over his head and tossing it onto the arm of the single chair.

Before he could even take off his suit jacket, his phone vibrated in his palm. The caller ID brought a sudden, subtle shift to the tight line of Nanami's jaw. He slid the screen open, pressing the phone to his ear as he leaned back against the desk. "Hey, love," he murmured. His voice was lower than usual, roughened by hours of corporate small talk, but laced with a quiet, easy warmth reserved only for you.

"Hey," your voice came through the speaker, instantly cutting through the lingering tension in Nanami's shoulders. "How was your day today?"

"It wasn't too bad," Nanami replied, his eyes drifting down to his leather shoes as he kicked them off. "Still exhausting, though. I just made it back to the hotel. Have you eaten dinner yet?"

"Mhm, had some takeaway," you said. There was a brief pause on the line, the kind of quiet that carried the weight of the distance between you. "I miss you."

The words hit him right in the chest, a sharp pang of longing making Nanami close his eyes. "I miss you, too," he said softly, meaning every syllable. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, pushing the strands back. "Alright... I'm going to have a shower."

"Okay," you hummed, a yawn clipping the edge of your words. "Call me back when you're done. I love you."

"I love you. Speak soon."

Nanami waited for the line to go dead before lowering the phone, the sudden silence of the room feeling twice as heavy now. He stepped over to the bed, reaching out to click on the bedside lamp. The small knob turned, instantly bathing the crisp white sheets in a warm, low glow.

Standing in the newly lit space, Nanami finally shed his suit jacket, draping it over the back of the chair. Reaching into the inside breast pocket of the jacket—the secure spot where he always kept his most important items—his calloused fingers brushed against the familiar, stiff edge of a photo.

He pulled it out, intending to just set it on the nightstand before his shower. But as he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped down to his dark blue boxers, leaving his tailored clothes in a rare, disorganized pile, Nanami’s gaze locked onto the small square of film.

In the dim, sterile glare of the lamp he had just switched on, the polaroid felt like a visual hallucination. The lighting in the photo was golden and overexposed, radiating a warmth that this room desperately lacked. There you were, caught mid-laugh on that beach in Malaysia from your last trip together. The ocean breeze was catching the hem of your white sundress, a single strap slipping carelessly off your shoulder. You looked bright, carefree, and entirely alive in the heat of the coast.

The shower was forgotten.

Nanami moved away from the chair, the weight of his exhaustion swallowed by a throbbing, pulsing ache. He sank onto the edge of the mattress and shifted his large frame back against the pillows. As he settled, his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose—blurring the rest of the room and leaving nothing but you in sharp focus.

Squinting through the shadows, his eyes traced the deep, low dip of the white sundress in the polaroid—the way it beautifully revealed your cleavage made his throat go completely dry.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away. His breathing hitched, a sudden, punishing ache tightening in his groin as his gaze lingered on your cleavage. Your skin still gleamed in the photograph from where he had slowly rubbed sunscreen over your body, his palms smoothing the lotion down the slope of your breasts until you were glistening in the sun—deliberately slipping his thumbs under the fabric of your dress to tease your nipples until they were hard under his touch.

The dark blue fabric of his boxers was already beginning to strain, his length thickening painfully against the cotton from the sheer force of the visual. Hearing your voice just moments ago had been no comfort, but seeing you like this now, with his skin still burning from the memory and the distance between you feeling like an ocean, it was an agonizing temptation.

His mind instantly raced back to that night in Malaysia. He remembered taking you back into the villa, his fingers catching on the fabric of your sundress to slide the straps down your arms. Burying his face in the crook of your neck—his tongue licking a wet trail up your throat, sucking greedily at your skin until you whimpered beneath him. His broad, calloused palms clamped around your breasts, kneading the soft flesh.

Nanami could still feel the exact sensation of sliding his thick, leaking cock between them, using the tight, sweltering cleavage of your chest to ruthlessly pump his length—watching your tits hug his slick shaft while he rasped how badly he wanted to stretch you wide open. The memory was so loud, so violently clear, that his restraint completely dissolved.

Low and frustrated, he groaned under his breath, finally reaching down to cup the heavy bulge straining against his boxers. His hand moved downward past that golden line of hair—the faint blonde happy trail disappearing beneath the dark blue cotton—his gaze locked entirely on the curve of your waist in the photo.

A ragged, breathless sound escaped his throat as he grazed his thumb over his throbbing tip through the fabric—making his stomach muscles flex tightly as the first slick beads of pre began to dampen the material. Unable to handle the restriction for another second, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and finally released his aching cock.

As the veiny, heavy weight sprang free, Nanami's calloused hand wrapped around it desperately—fisting the pre-cum up and down his hard length, his thumb deliberately smearing the wetness over the sensitive head to begin a slow, torturous stroke. Nanami was a man who prided himself on absolute control, but right now, every ounce of usual discipline was utterly gone, burned away by the raw ache of missing you.

He dragged his palm down to the very base of his shaft, knuckles brushing against his thighs before wrapping tightly to pull all the way back up to that leaking head. The slick pre coated his skin, creating a wet, sliding friction that had him closing his eyes just to focus on the sensation.

His brow furrowed deeply, sweat beginning to bead along his hairline and dampen his blonde strands. He kept his eyes wide—refusing to blink, his gaze entirely captivated by your carefree smile, the thin fabric of the sundress hugging your tits, and your warm, shiny skin glowing in the polaroid.

In the sudden heat of illusion, the sterile white noise of the hotel AC unit transformed into the distant crash of ocean waves. He wasn’t in this lonely room anymore. He was back in that villa, pinning you down into the mattress, pressing his lips to the sensitive column of your throat and breathing in the intoxicating scent of salt air and perfume, burying himself balls deep inside you.

Nanami’s hips twitched against the sheets as a large hand clamped around his length, pumping his fist up and down his shaft. Eyes shuttered tight, the memory consumed him entirely—imagining the slick drag of his cock against your wet, parted lips, the crushing friction of being squeezed tight between your tits, and the maddening sensation of driving deep inside your cunt. The urge to hammer into you over and over until you were stretched wide, stuffed completely full of hot seed, almost made him cum right there.

"Ah... fuck," he breathed out. The wire rimmed glasses slid further down his nose, utterly forgotten as his grip tightened. A faster, desperate pace took over, driven by the pleasure coiling tight and demanding inside his lower belly. Here was a man completely stripped of his carefully constructed rules—entirely at the mercy of a single polaroid of you.

His chest heaved, the stark white hotel sheets bunching beneath his massive frame as the rhythm fractured. Keeping a slow pace was no longer an option. Nanami’s knuckles went white, his rough hand fisting his veiny, engorged shaft with a punishing, frantic speed.

The sound of wet squelches filled the quiet room, his jaw locking as his thumb smeared slick over the rigid edge of his head. He brought the polaroid closer to his face, vision blurring with sweat as his eyes traced the line of your collarbone, the curve of your waist, and the soft smile he missed so dearly.

“So beautiful... ah,” he choked out, his voice dropping roughly into a low, rumbling groan. “You're so fucking beautiful, sweetheart...'"

The praise was a desperate murmur, breathed directly into the empty air of the hotel room—as if you were right there beneath him to hear it. His hips jerked upward, mimicking the exact rhythm of driving into your cunt. His thumb swept over his leaking pink tip sending a jolt straight to his groin. The coiled tension in his lower belly tightened into a hard, inescapable knot—his balls tightening. He was right on the edge, completely consumed by the ghost of your touch. 

Nanami choked out your name—a ragged, breathless prayer against the quiet room as he finally came. He ruined his hand as the first hot bursts of cum shot straight past his fingers, splashing against his lower stomach before the rest of the thick, heavy load spilled over his knuckles and flooded the blonde patch of hair at his groin.

“F-fuck, I miss you so much,” he groaned, his voice completely undone. Desperate fingers refused to stop, milking his length dry, forcing the oversensitive shaft through those last few strokes while thick, hot cream continued to drip down his twitching cock and palm.

He stayed frozen like that for a few seconds, his chest heaving, his fingers trembling where they still gripped his settling length. The lingering echo of the Malaysian surf dissolved back into the sterile, humming silence of the hotel room.

Slowly, the drugged fog of pleasure began to recede, leaving behind an aching exhaustion. Nanami let out a long, unsteady breath that trembled past his lips. He let his head sink back into the pillows, his glasses sitting crookedly on his nose. With slow movement, he used his clean hand to lift the polaroid back up to his face.

In the dim, warm light of the bedside lamp, you were still there—smiling, carefree, and beautifully out of reach. He stroked a thumb over the glossy surface of the photo—as if he were truly touching you—before setting it gently on the nightstand.

He forced his heavy limbs to move, sitting up on the edge of the bed to clean himself up. The cold reality of the business trip settled back over his shoulders like a lead weight, but as he looked back at the small square of film under the lamp, the lingering warmth in his chest reminded him exactly what he was working so hard to return to.

Nanami reached to grab a few tissues from the nightstand, his fingers still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of the release. But just as his hand brushed the box, his phone buzzed loudly right beside it. He paused, a drop of sweat rolled down his jaw as he looked down at the bright screen.

A message from you popped up on the display:

“finished with your shower? :)”

A/N: guys that was a polaroid of me btw

[wiwiwisthings]

The Hunt

Trueform!Sukuna x reader

content: mdni, chase kink, consensual roleplaying, biting, outdoor sex, rough sex, sukuna has two dicks, and I think that’s all :)

w/c: 2k

Your heart was pounding in your throat, the wind whipping through your hair as you navigated the forest with nothing but the pale moonlight to guide your way. You just hoped you wouldn’t trip over one of the countless roots hidden beneath the undergrowth.

Every few seconds, you glanced over your shoulder, checking whether he was still behind you. Apparently, your head start had paid off, there was no sign of Sukuna anywhere.

Fear and arousal burned beneath your skin in equal parts. Besides, you had never run this fast in your life.

Still, you knew your lead wouldn’t last forever. Maybe it was already gone. Maybe he was much closer than you realized, watching you from somewhere in the darkness between the trees.

The rules had been simple.

If he caught you before you reached the cabin, he’d fuck you right there. If you made it first, he’d have to let you try something new with him.

And you were determined to win.

In the distance, the warm glow spilling from the cabin’s windows came into view, relief flooding through you almost instantly.

It lasted all of two seconds before the unmistakable snap of a branch echoed behind you.

You picked up speed, panic urging your legs to move faster.

A low, beastly growl sounded somewhere behind you.

A frightened squeak slipped from your lips as you tried to put more distance between the two of you.

It was pointless. He was already too close.

Without warning, a pair of powerful arms wrapped around your waist while another pinned your shoulders against a broad, solid chest. You gasped, kicking and struggling to break free.

“Don’t bother.”

His voice rumbled against your ear, thick with dark satisfaction.

“I’ve got you now.”

You fought with everything you had. If you managed to slip away, the game didn’t have to end here—that had been one of the rules too.

But it was useless.

“Bastard” you growled, still squirming in his grasp.

His laugh sent a shiver straight through your core, much to your own annoyance.

Truthfully…

Winning or losing had never really mattered, some part of you had wanted to be caught.

“Stay still. There’s nothing you can do.”

His teeth caught your earlobe, tugging just enough to make you writhe.

A soft moan escaped before you could stop it.

With ease, Sukuna spun you around and pressed you against the rough trunk of a pine tree. Not hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs, but enough to leave you momentarily stunned.

When you looked up, that wicked grin was already waiting for you.

His crimson eyes slowly traveled down your body, assessing you with open amusement as if deciding which piece of clothing he wanted to tear off first.

Your chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.

Without a second thought, one of his right arms hooked into the fabric of your shirt and ripped it apart effortlessly, exposing your bra and the soft curve of your cleavage.

“Time to claim my prize.”

He leaned in until his face hovered beside your neck, inhaling deeply before dragging his tongue over the frantic beat of your pulse.

“I can feel it,” he murmured “I can feel your blood racing through your veins.”

His teeth grazed your skin.

“Are you scared?”

“No.”

“You should be.”

His fangs sank into your neck, drawing a sharp cry of surprise that melted seamlessly into pleasure. Pain and heat spread through your entire body, your nipples hardening instantly.

When he pulled away, he lazily licked over the bite mark.

Almost unconsciously, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your hips brushing against his stomach as your body instinctively chased the tongue that was there.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he mocked.

His lower arms tightened around your waist, keeping you firmly in place before lifting you effortlessly off the ground.

Now you were completely trapped. The tree at your back and Sukuna in front of you.

No escape.

The shredded remains of your shirt hung loosely from your shoulders.

Towering over you, his massive frame looked every bit as intimidating as it was powerful. He could do whatever he wanted to you and you wouldn’t be able to stop him. And yet, you knew all it would take was a single word for this twisted little game to end.

But you didn’t want it to end, you wanted him to use you however he pleased.

To mold your body to his liking.

The thought alone sent warmth pooling between your thighs.

With one of his lower right arms, Sukuna freed his upper cock while spreading your legs even farther apart, his remaining arms keeping you suspended effortlessly against the tree. Another hand tore through the thin fabric of your pants and underwear, leaving you completely exposed.

He had destroyed your clothes in less than five minutes in the middle of the forest. Against a tree. Like an animal.

Everything about him reminded you of a beast.

You swallowed the moan threatening to spill from your lips.You needed him.

Right here.

Right now.

“Stay still, woman.” His voice came out as a low growl. “I’m claiming what’s mine.”

He pinned your wrists and waist in place as he lined himself up with your entrance.

You were already ready for him, no need of preparation. The thrill of the chase still coursed through your veins, your body burning hotter than before.

Just as you’d expected, Sukuna buried himself inside you in a single thrust, his other cock brushing deliciously against your clit.

A sharp cry tore from your throat as the familiar sting of the stretch gave way to the overwhelming sensation of being filled.

Everything else faded.

Thought became impossible.

All that remained were the sensations. Full. Shaking. Wanted.

The hunger with which he always took you, his body’s instinctive response to yours, made you feel powerful in a way you couldn’t quite explain. Not because of the sex but because of the devotion he never showed anyone else.

He indulged your every whim.

Even this game.

It had been your idea, and Sukuna had accepted without a single complaint, chasing you through the forest just because you wanted him to.

“Relax.” His voice was edged with impatience. “Thought you could take it.”

A shaky breath left your lips.

“I-I thought so too…”

Pleasure and pain battled for dominance inside you. You simply needed a little time to adjust, in your defense, you had never done it like this before, never with your feet dangling above the ground.

One of his hands slipped between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit in slow, deliberate circles while his eyes remained fixed on your face.

Your expression slowly softened.

You focused on the steady rhythm of his touch, pleasure gradually replacing the lingering ache. Even without moving, he was already brushing against the spot that made your body tremble.

Your walls fluttered around him.

“Ah… I-it doesn’t hurt as much anymore.”

Your hands, finally free, settled on his broad shoulders.

“I felt that” he muttered. “I can feel your pussy pulsing around me.”

His hands tightened around your waist before slowly guiding your body up and back down his length. Somehow, the stars above seemed brighter now.

“T-There… yes…”

Your voice came out as nothing more than a breathless gasp.

Every slow thrust rubbed you exactly where you needed him. Perfectly.

“So what happened to all that courage?” Sukuna teased, dragging his tongue along your neck before grazing your skin with his teeth once more “I thought you wanted to get away from me.”

His lips hovered just inches from yours.

“I thought you were afraid.”

Instead of answering, he crashed his lips against yours in a wild kiss. It swallowed every moan and whimper you tried to make and your tongues tangled together, neither willing to surrender until Sukuna inevitably forced the kiss into his own relentless rhythm.

“I-I’m gonna cum…” the warning barely left your lips before his pace quickened.

The pressure building inside you became almost unbearable.

“Pathetic,” he scoffed, his voice rough “Making you come is far too easy.”

“Shut up…”

Your nails dug into his shoulders.

“I’m gonna—”

The words dissolved into a broken cry as your body finally gave in. Your walls clenched tightly around him, your legs trembling uncontrollably while wave after wave of pleasure crashed through every nerve in your body.

The cry you let out must have echoed for miles.

Warmth trickled down the inside of your thighs, and down his abdomen.

His hips snapped forward faster, one of his lower arms slamming into the tree behind you hard enough to make the trunk crack beneath the force.

A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as he emptied himself inside you.

Your climax had dragged his own out of him.

For several long moments, neither of you spoke, the only sound left was your ragged breathing.

You slipped your arms around the back of his neck, more for balance than necessity cause you knew he would never let you fall.

A tired smile tugged at your lips.

“Pathetic” you whispered against his ear, still struggling to catch your breath “Making you come is far too easy.”

You felt him twitch inside you.

“Insolent woman” he growled.

a/n: y’all already saw the new teaser of the next jjk part? I’m excited and afraidddd. anyways, I hope you like it, comments and reblogs are appreciated 😽🫰🏻

[senalaced]

pairing :: kento nanami x reader

the position you have yourself in feels all wrong and the angle is, well, utterly embarrassing. you'd been the one to suggest this in the first place, well written smut online fogging your mind and forcing the request past your lips before you could think about the logistics.

he'd said yes, of course. kento's inability to deny you paired with you being too chicken to back out (plus not wanting to out of sheer curiosity), leaves you in your current predicament.

"I don't think it's rocket science, sweetheart." kento's lying flat on his back beneath you, head propped up on a pillow. being awfully patient despite your prolonged stalling. his fingertips draw the barest shapes on either side of your hips, tapping lightly to get you to move higher. your knees bracket his ribs, heat of your cunt burning into the firm ridges of his stomach. "it's just me. nothing to be shy about." his frame shifts just enough to get close, mouth brushing over yours. "you just sit there like you sit on my lap. and then you move."

"I am sitting." you grumble, settling a little lower, ass right up against the band of his slacks. "being on your lap is different."

it really isn't, but he just hums—hands smoothing up and down your sides, finally settling on your hips again. if he thinks looking at you the way he is currently helps, he's wrong. part of you just want to to just throw this idea to hell and take your usual seat, though with far less clothing than you both currently sport.

he's gotten buffer over the last couple months. beefy bi and triceps, chiseled abdomen rigid under where you're molten. what a waste it'd be to not rub yourself all over him. you're in completely uncharted territory. you'd think grinding on your boyfriend's abs would be easier than riding his cock, but the embarrassment you currently feel proves you wrong.

your hips cant forward then back in your first, tentative grind, exhale drawn out as though every breath would help to expel that nervous tension coiled deep in you. one after the other. in and out repeatedly.

it still remains as embarrassing as it was a minute ago, ridiculously enough. he's yours after all. your dignified, unshakeable nanami.

usually fucking you from behind, sideways (however he could get you, really) like it’s his government assigned duty, nanami. all yours...and here you are, shy about just getting off using his abs.

his fingers twitch against your hips, itching to help you out, but he bites back the urge. figures he'll let you work up that courage on your own.

"...this probably looks so silly."

"mm?" large, familiar hands slide upward- settling higher on your sides, fingertips cool against warm skin, "I promise that it doesn't," they coast under the hem of your shirt, spreading wide over the underside of your breasts. "you should see yourself from down here."

you bite the inside of your cheek keep your smile from spreading, letting your hips drag forward, just enough that your clit catches at the indent of a muscle. then backward in a similar motion. "what? you think I look good?" the sensation is a little dull through the fabric but good enough to warrant the continued rolling of your hips. the friction drags a shaky breath out of you, blood pooling hot under your skin. his stomach rises and falls with every breath, rigid plane shifting under you.

with how good it already feels, you figure applying just a little more pressure won't hurt. so you do, leaning close, hands bracing against his broad, firm shoulders for more leverage to rock your hips.

“very. don’t go overthinking it,” he murmurs, eyes flickering down to where you’re moving against him, “just use me.”

and that you do. your rhythm loses that tentative edge to it, speed picking up as you get more desperate. hips rolling, clit throbbing with every pass, soaked cotton catching right where it aches. a vicious ache blooms in your belly, a shaky moan drawn out of you in your building pleasure. "mm, kento.." every drag of your cunt over him leaves another sticky patch across his skin, shine of slick smearing across the hard cut of his abs.

"see? you're doing so well." his hands move low to plant on the curve of your ass over your panties, not at all taking over but guiding whenever he feels your pace begin to stagger. "that feels good, doesn't it?"

you can barely manage more than a breathy 'yeah', starting to enjoy this far more than you'd anticipated. but still, through the fabric is as dull as expected, beginning to cling uncomfortably.

which he notices, of course.

"here, let me.." one hand remains firm on your behind while the other slides between your thighs finger curling into the slick dampened gusset to drag it aside in one smooth, practiced motion. "does that feel better?"

the difference hits you like a breath of air after being underwater —immediate, raw. direct connection of your slick folds against his skin sending a hot zap right up your spine. it just feels so much better like this, incomparable to much else.

"kento,” you hiss, digging your nails into his shoulders, hips jerking forward too fast. “yeah, that’s—god, that’s so much better.”

your embarrassment wanes in the face of your pleasure, lips parting. now that you're comfortable he has no issue at all with guiding your movements on his own, heavy hands squeezing the fat of your ass. pulling you back and forth against his abdomen, letting you grind faster and harder down on him. just watching you, cock already properly hard and neglected behind you, far more caught up in seeing you finish like this.

the sounds filling the air get louder, lewder. squelches that would leave you embarrassed if you had the capacity for anything but bone deep arousal left. both your hands brace on his chest now, letting him get you off. despite the building ache in your thighs, stopping is the last thing you'd hope for. "oh—mm, kento. i'm gonna—oh my god—cum.."

“mhm, you are.” he says, almost under his breath. the words leave him breathless, strained. “keep going. make yourself cum on me. make yourself feel good.”

the ache has gone from something steadily building to a mean, insistent pressure that has your breathing coming fast, practically humping his abs at this point. his thumb—just the pad of it—presses down lightly on your clit mid-grind, just to add to the pressure already making you lose your mind.

and it hits just like that. sudden, white hot pleasure that has you bowing down into him, thumb still sweeping oh so gently over your clit as the other keeps you moving. the slick, sticky pool grows, spilling out over golden skin in a warm rush. he eases up the movement to not overstimulate you, thumb gently circling the sensitive bud to bring you back down.

your stay on his abdomen isn't long lasting after your orgasm. praise and his hands smoothing along your body prove to be the worst pairing when you're already worked up and horny out of your mind.

worse yet, meeting his already stiff cock about to burst through his slacks when you'd slid down to seat yourself on his lap had hijacked every other thought.

maybe you'd make it past 1 round of grinding next time.

author's note :: 𑣲⋆ princess nanami post as promised - repost from previous account <3

comments, likes and reblogs appreciated, thanks for reading!

[wiwiwisthings]

Warm Hands

Toji x reader

content: period comfort with boyfriend!toji, fluuuufff.

w/c: 900 masterlist

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“Ugh…” you groan in your sleep, shifting uncomfortably in bed, but the big, heavy arm of your boyfriend draped over your waist has you trapped between him and the mattress.

His chest is pressed against your back, and his body heat only makes you feel more uncomfortable.

Eventually, you wake up and glance at the alarm clock on your nightstand. 2:56 a.m. For a second, you don’t understand what woke you. Then a cramp runs through your belly, making you squirm.

“Fuck” you complain, realizing what’s happening.

It’s dark, so you can’t see much more than your own hands and the dim glow of the alarm clock. You decide to get up, but you can’t move because Toji’s grip is too tight to free yourself easily.

“Babe” you call out, your voice barely above a mutter.

No answer.

“I need to get up” you try again.

“Mmm, c’mere, ma” he mumbles, pulling you tighter against his chest, clearly still asleep.

Another cramp runs through your belly, and you’re biting your lower lip so hard you can taste the faint trace of blood. It’s always like this—your periods are as painful as ever and always seem to start when you least expect them.

Toji opens an eye when he feels you squirming in his embrace, sensing that something is wrong.

“Toji, I need to get up” you plead, feeling the cramps intensify as they spread to your upper thighs and make you nauseous. Even though you say you want to get up, you don’t make any effort to move. you simply can’t.

When Toji finally wakes up, he takes in the sight of you: your small frame curled up on your side of the bed, eyes squeezed shut and your forehead damp with sweat.

Straightening up in bed, he reaches for you, gently brushing the strands of damp hair away from your face.

“Babe, what happened? Are you sick?”

Concern fills his voice. He presses a hand to your forehead to check your temperature, but you aren’t nearly warm enough to explain the sweat.

“C’mon, ma, talk to me. Where does it hurt?”

You don’t even realize the state you’re in until Toji switches on the small lamp on his nightstand to get a better look at you. You’ve curled up in your spot, clutching your lower abdomen tightly.

“Cramps” you manage to answer through clenched teeth.

Toji reaches for you and gently pulls you closer to him.

“C’mere” he hugs you from behind, his large hands resting over yours. “Need anything? I’ll get that thing you use when you feel like this.”

He stands up, immediately leaving you cold in his absence.

Rushing to the kitchen, he grabs the heating pad with that weird gel inside that somehow heats itself and hurries back, only to find the bed empty.

He hears noises coming from the bathroom and softly knocks on the door, careful not to startle you.

“Baby, everything okay?” he asks, worry settling in his chest. What if it’s one of those periods again? One of the ones that end with you in the hospital.

“Yes, I just needed to change” you explain with a sigh.

Toji waits for you outside, sitting on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t care what time it is or that he has to go to work in less than two hours. If it’s for your well-being, he’ll never complain about it.

When you finally step out of the bathroom, the first thing he notices is the guilty look on your face, as if you’ve done something wrong.

“I bled through the sheets” you confess, defeated as you walk toward him.

Toji immediately stands and opens his arms.

“I’ll change them. It’s nothing that can’t be washed” he reassures you, pulling you against his chest.

“It’s so embarrassing” you mumble into his shirt.

“You shouldn’t feel like that with me, ma” he strokes the back of your head.

“Here, go sit on the couch while I take care of this.”

He hands you the heating pad and gently guides you toward the living room by your shoulders.

Without enough energy to argue, you settle onto the couch and place the warm heating pad over your belly. You swear you only close your eyes for a few seconds, but when Toji wakes you up, you realize you’ve fallen asleep.

“I left some painkillers on your nightstand if you want to take them, but let’s get you back to bed, baby.”

Before you can answer, he slides his arms underneath you and effortlessly lifts you into a bridal carry.

In less than a minute, you’re both back in bed, settled in the same position as before. Toji spoons you from behind, one arm draped securely around your waist while his hands rest over your lower belly.

His palms are warm and heavy against your stomach, grounding you in a way the heating pad never could.

You take the painkillers, and between the warmth of the heating pad and the steady heat of his touch, the cramps slowly begin to ease.

You lean back against him, feeling safe in his arms as always.

“Feeling better?” he murmurs near your ear. From his tone, you can tell he’s slowly losing the battle against sleep.

Caressing his arm, you smile softly.

“Yeah, baby. I’m better.”

He presses a kiss to your neck and hugs you a little tighter.

“Sleep well, ma.”

“Thanks, Toji” you whisper.

He doesn’t answer. He’s already asleep, soft snores brushing against your ear.

a/n: I’m on my period so of course i had to do something like this why not

[wiwiwisthings]

VideoGame lover ˖ ࣪⊹

Gamer!Gojo x reader

synopsis: Gojo discovers that all his attention shouldn’t be on the game!!

content: mdni. sub Gojo and slightly dom reader, fingering, dry humping, cumming untouched.

w/c: 2.6 k. masterlist

It’s supposed to be a normal, lovely evening with your boyfriend—watching him play videogames and then maybe, once he decides he’s had enough of shooting fictional guns on his PC, finally taking the chance to put your hands on him and spend some time together.

But Satoru doesn’t seem anywhere near done, and you’re getting unbearably restless. You tell yourself it’s just because you miss him so much, and definitely not because you’ve been painfully aroused all day, thinking about the moment you and Satoru could finally touch each other again… Thinking about his hair tickling your inner thighs while his tongue played with your clit, or his dick buried deep inside you, only made you angrier that he still hadn’t turned off that stupid game.

It had already been three hours. It was almost midnight, and you were watching him from the bed with a deep frown, dressed in a pajama set he hadn’t even bothered to admire.

“Satoru, are you almost done, babe?” you finally ask, testing just how bad the situation really was.

“Yeah, honey… I ate something not too long ago” he answered without even turning around.

Oh, it was bad.

Your patience snapped. With a frustrated groan, you got out of bed and yanked his headphones off his ears.

“Babe! Babe, hey—” he complained, trying to grab them back while still keeping his eyes glued to the screen. “I’m almost done!”

“Satoru, you said that an hour ago” you pointed out.

You pulled the headphones farther away when he tried to snatch them back and dropped them on the other side of the desk instead. Satoru stretched his arm out to retrieve them, only to end up trapping you between himself and the desk.

“Hey, StrongestSweetEater89, you still there?” you could hear whoever was connected to the game through the headphones. You had to fight the urge to scream in frustration.

“Do you even know what time it is? We were supposed to spend time together” you scolded him, resting a hand on your hip like you were reprimanding a child. “Turn it off, please,” you asked, already feeling guilty when you saw the pleading look in his eyes.

“Baby, please, I’m about to level up…”

“So the game matters more than what I’m asking for?” You didn’t want to sound like some toxic girlfriend, but the two of you had planned this day to relax together, not for him to ignore you the entire night.

Satoru’s shoulders slumped instantly. He looked exactly like a scolded child—or a dog with its tail tucked between its legs. He knew you were upset, and worse, he knew you were right.

He set the controller aside and slid his hands along the sides of your thighs until they rested on your waist. Then he leaned closer, resting his chin against your stomach as he gazed up at you with pure adoration and regret.

Finally, he stopped long enough to notice the lingerie set you’d bought just for him. A black babydoll, the fabric sheer in all the right places. He’d been the one insisting he wanted to see you wearing something like this, and only now was he actually looking at it. His eyes lit up instantly.

“You’re… you look gorgeous,” he swallowed thickly, leaning back a few inches just to admire you better.

“You would’ve seen it sooner if you’d actually paid attention to me…” You crossed your arms over your chest, making your breasts press together as you looked away with a pout.

“No, baby, please,” his hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer before you could stop him. “Tell me what I can do to make it up to you. Please, I’ll do anything.”

You looked down at him with one brow raised, a sly smile slowly spreading across your lips.

Without a word, your hands slid over his broad shoulders as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Satoru mirrored your mischievous grin immediately, lust flashing brightly in his eyes. His hands instantly wandered across your exposed skin, eager to touch every inch of you, but you stopped him right away.

“What?” His brows furrowed. “I said I’d make it up to you. Let me…”

“And you will,” you interrupted, “but my way.”

Satoru tilted his head in confusion, though it quickly melted into a hungry expression when you started grinding against him, dragging your clothed cunt slowly over his crotch through your clothes with lazy rolls of your hips.

“This what you want?” he asked, gripping your waist tightly to guide your movements. His cock was already hard beneath you, you could feel it perfectly. “I can do way better than this.”

His lips brushed against your jaw before trailing lower, leaving wet kisses down your neck until he reached the valley of your breasts, still covered by the lingerie.

“You said you’d make it up to me, right?”

He nodded immediately.

“Then be patient.”

You picked up the pace of your hips, making the friction against your clit even stronger. His cock was fully hard now, rubbing against your entrance through his sweatpants and your panties. All the arousal building inside your body felt dangerously close to spilling over, and you had no doubt your wetness would stain his clothes soon enough.

Satoru groaned against your chest, and you whimpered softly, threading one hand through his white hair and tugging his head back so he’d kiss your neck again. Always eager to please you, Satoru immediately sucked against that sensitive spot he knew drove you crazy.

The chair squeaked beneath your combined weight. You glanced down, watching your bodies rub together without truly touching, and noticed a damp stain spreading across Satoru’s sweatpants, one that definitely wasn’t from you.

Surprised, you looked back up at him, only to find him flushed and frowning, completely consumed by pleasure. You’d forgotten how much dry humping used to be your thing back at the start of your relationship. Forgotten how good it felt for him.

How much he loved cumming in his pants.

“Please, baby, I— ngh… I wanna be inside you now,” he moaned against your neck. The obscene situation alone made your own slick drip between your thighs. You almost came right there.

Deciding to grant at least part of his request, you slipped one hand between your bodies and pulled your panties aside, exposing your soaked cunt against him. Satoru groaned at the sight, instinctively trying to tug his pants down with one hand, but you stopped him immediately.

“No. If you’re gonna be inside me, I want your fingers first” you said, guiding his hand back between your thighs instead.

Satoru looked at you like he was begging, but he quickly realized you weren’t going to change your mind. So he obeyed, sliding his thumb over your swollen clit and pulling a gasp from your throat. He groaned too at the feeling of your wetness coating his fingers.

Slowly, he traced circles over your sensitive nub before dragging his fingers down to your entrance, rubbing along your slick folds. Your arousal smeared all over his sweatpants, and his cock twitched beneath you.

One glance at his expression told you everything, he was restrained, frustrated, and painfully turned on. Exactly how you’d been feeling this entire time.

Two of his fingers pushed inside you and curled immediately. Your back arched, giving him the perfect chance to lick at your breasts through the fabric. You answered by tugging the bra down enough for his tongue to swirl directly around your nipple.

If you hadn’t been so determined to stay in control, you would’ve let the pleasure cloud your mind completely. But you forced yourself to hold on.

“Pretend I’m your controller,” you panted above him, staring straight into his eyes while spitting out your venom, your annoyance still obvious. “Maybe then you’ll move your fingers faster.”

Satoru grinned shamelessly at that, immediately picking up the pace of his fingers while the heel of his palm brushed against your clit with every movement. Both of you moaned at the same time.

You writhed in his lap, struggling to keep your balance, though Satoru would never let you fall.

An orgasm started tightening low in your stomach, accompanied by another unfamiliar pressure that only intensified the pleasure. You were pressed too close against your boyfriend’s body, sitting too upright while his fingers reached impossibly deep inside you.

“Satoru, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I—”

The orgasm cut your words short. Waves of pleasure crashed through your body, and a cry tore from your throat when his fingers didn’t stop. Your eyes rolled back as your nails dug into his shoulders.

Satoru groaned something you couldn’t understand before pressing his forehead against your shoulder, trembling beneath you.

Your thighs shook violently against his while his heavy, hot breaths fanned across your skin. It took several long seconds before the spasms finally eased and both your breathing slowed down.

Your boyfriend slowly pulled his fingers out of you, and you whimpered at the emptiness they left behind.

“I like it when you get bossy,” Satoru said once he straightened up again, staring at you with pure desire. “Maybe I should piss you off more often.”

His eyes dragged over your body, and you followed his gaze until you spotted the obvious stain of cum on his sweatpants. He’d actually come untouched.

You smacked his shoulder lightly.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Then he stood up suddenly, lifting you effortlessly by the thighs as he carried you toward the bed, a hungry grin spread across his face.

“Now I need my cock inside your pussy. Hope I made myself clear this time” he teased, dropping onto the mattress with you still in his arms.

“StrongestSweetEater89, should I finish the match?”

Fuck.

[wiwiwisthings]

Warm Hands

Toji x reader

content: period comfort with boyfriend!toji, fluuuufff.

w/c: 900 masterlist

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ ︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧

“Ugh…” you groan in your sleep, shifting uncomfortably in bed, but the big, heavy arm of your boyfriend draped over your waist has you trapped between him and the mattress.

His chest is pressed against your back, and his body heat only makes you feel more uncomfortable.

Eventually, you wake up and glance at the alarm clock on your nightstand. 2:56 a.m. For a second, you don’t understand what woke you. Then a cramp runs through your belly, making you squirm.

“Fuck” you complain, realizing what’s happening.

It’s dark, so you can’t see much more than your own hands and the dim glow of the alarm clock. You decide to get up, but you can’t move because Toji’s grip is too tight to free yourself easily.

“Babe” you call out, your voice barely above a mutter.

No answer.

“I need to get up” you try again.

“Mmm, c’mere, ma” he mumbles, pulling you tighter against his chest, clearly still asleep.

Another cramp runs through your belly, and you’re biting your lower lip so hard you can taste the faint trace of blood. It’s always like this—your periods are as painful as ever and always seem to start when you least expect them.

Toji opens an eye when he feels you squirming in his embrace, sensing that something is wrong.

“Toji, I need to get up” you plead, feeling the cramps intensify as they spread to your upper thighs and make you nauseous. Even though you say you want to get up, you don’t make any effort to move. you simply can’t.

When Toji finally wakes up, he takes in the sight of you: your small frame curled up on your side of the bed, eyes squeezed shut and your forehead damp with sweat.

Straightening up in bed, he reaches for you, gently brushing the strands of damp hair away from your face.

“Babe, what happened? Are you sick?”

Concern fills his voice. He presses a hand to your forehead to check your temperature, but you aren’t nearly warm enough to explain the sweat.

“C’mon, ma, talk to me. Where does it hurt?”

You don’t even realize the state you’re in until Toji switches on the small lamp on his nightstand to get a better look at you. You’ve curled up in your spot, clutching your lower abdomen tightly.

“Cramps” you manage to answer through clenched teeth.

Toji reaches for you and gently pulls you closer to him.

“C’mere” he hugs you from behind, his large hands resting over yours. “Need anything? I’ll get that thing you use when you feel like this.”

He stands up, immediately leaving you cold in his absence.

Rushing to the kitchen, he grabs the heating pad with that weird gel inside that somehow heats itself and hurries back, only to find the bed empty.

He hears noises coming from the bathroom and softly knocks on the door, careful not to startle you.

“Baby, everything okay?” he asks, worry settling in his chest. What if it’s one of those periods again? One of the ones that end with you in the hospital.

“Yes, I just needed to change” you explain with a sigh.

Toji waits for you outside, sitting on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t care what time it is or that he has to go to work in less than two hours. If it’s for your well-being, he’ll never complain about it.

When you finally step out of the bathroom, the first thing he notices is the guilty look on your face, as if you’ve done something wrong.

“I bled through the sheets” you confess, defeated as you walk toward him.

Toji immediately stands and opens his arms.

“I’ll change them. It’s nothing that can’t be washed” he reassures you, pulling you against his chest.

“It’s so embarrassing” you mumble into his shirt.

“You shouldn’t feel like that with me, ma” he strokes the back of your head.

“Here, go sit on the couch while I take care of this.”

He hands you the heating pad and gently guides you toward the living room by your shoulders.

Without enough energy to argue, you settle onto the couch and place the warm heating pad over your belly. You swear you only close your eyes for a few seconds, but when Toji wakes you up, you realize you’ve fallen asleep.

“I left some painkillers on your nightstand if you want to take them, but let’s get you back to bed, baby.”

Before you can answer, he slides his arms underneath you and effortlessly lifts you into a bridal carry.

In less than a minute, you’re both back in bed, settled in the same position as before. Toji spoons you from behind, one arm draped securely around your waist while his hands rest over your lower belly.

His palms are warm and heavy against your stomach, grounding you in a way the heating pad never could.

You take the painkillers, and between the warmth of the heating pad and the steady heat of his touch, the cramps slowly begin to ease.

You lean back against him, feeling safe in his arms as always.

“Feeling better?” he murmurs near your ear. From his tone, you can tell he’s slowly losing the battle against sleep.

Caressing his arm, you smile softly.

“Yeah, baby. I’m better.”

He presses a kiss to your neck and hugs you a little tighter.

“Sleep well, ma.”

“Thanks, Toji” you whisper.

He doesn’t answer. He’s already asleep, soft snores brushing against your ear.

a/n: I’m on my period so of course i had to do something like this why not

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Warm Hands

Toji x reader

content: period comfort with boyfriend!toji, fluuuufff.

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“Ugh…” you groan in your sleep, shifting uncomfortably in bed, but the big, heavy arm of your boyfriend draped over your waist has you trapped between him and the mattress.

His chest is pressed against your back, and his body heat only makes you feel more uncomfortable.

Eventually, you wake up and glance at the alarm clock on your nightstand. 2:56 a.m. For a second, you don’t understand what woke you. Then a cramp runs through your belly, making you squirm.

“Fuck” you complain, realizing what’s happening.

It’s dark, so you can’t see much more than your own hands and the dim glow of the alarm clock. You decide to get up, but you can’t move because Toji’s grip is too tight to free yourself easily.

“Babe” you call out, your voice barely above a mutter.

No answer.

“I need to get up” you try again.

“Mmm, c’mere, ma” he mumbles, pulling you tighter against his chest, clearly still asleep.

Another cramp runs through your belly, and you’re biting your lower lip so hard you can taste the faint trace of blood. It’s always like this—your periods are as painful as ever and always seem to start when you least expect them.

Toji opens an eye when he feels you squirming in his embrace, sensing that something is wrong.

“Toji, I need to get up” you plead, feeling the cramps intensify as they spread to your upper thighs and make you nauseous. Even though you say you want to get up, you don’t make any effort to move. you simply can’t.

When Toji finally wakes up, he takes in the sight of you: your small frame curled up on your side of the bed, eyes squeezed shut and your forehead damp with sweat.

Straightening up in bed, he reaches for you, gently brushing the strands of damp hair away from your face.

“Babe, what happened? Are you sick?”

Concern fills his voice. He presses a hand to your forehead to check your temperature, but you aren’t nearly warm enough to explain the sweat.

“C’mon, ma, talk to me. Where does it hurt?”

You don’t even realize the state you’re in until Toji switches on the small lamp on his nightstand to get a better look at you. You’ve curled up in your spot, clutching your lower abdomen tightly.

“Cramps” you manage to answer through clenched teeth.

Toji reaches for you and gently pulls you closer to him.

“C’mere” he hugs you from behind, his large hands resting over yours. “Need anything? I’ll get that thing you use when you feel like this.”

He stands up, immediately leaving you cold in his absence.

Rushing to the kitchen, he grabs the heating pad with that weird gel inside that somehow heats itself and hurries back, only to find the bed empty.

He hears noises coming from the bathroom and softly knocks on the door, careful not to startle you.

“Baby, everything okay?” he asks, worry settling in his chest. What if it’s one of those periods again? One of the ones that end with you in the hospital.

“Yes, I just needed to change” you explain with a sigh.

Toji waits for you outside, sitting on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t care what time it is or that he has to go to work in less than two hours. If it’s for your well-being, he’ll never complain about it.

When you finally step out of the bathroom, the first thing he notices is the guilty look on your face, as if you’ve done something wrong.

“I bled through the sheets” you confess, defeated as you walk toward him.

Toji immediately stands and opens his arms.

“I’ll change them. It’s nothing that can’t be washed” he reassures you, pulling you against his chest.

“It’s so embarrassing” you mumble into his shirt.

“You shouldn’t feel like that with me, ma” he strokes the back of your head.

“Here, go sit on the couch while I take care of this.”

He hands you the heating pad and gently guides you toward the living room by your shoulders.

Without enough energy to argue, you settle onto the couch and place the warm heating pad over your belly. You swear you only close your eyes for a few seconds, but when Toji wakes you up, you realize you’ve fallen asleep.

“I left some painkillers on your nightstand if you want to take them, but let’s get you back to bed, baby.”

Before you can answer, he slides his arms underneath you and effortlessly lifts you into a bridal carry.

In less than a minute, you’re both back in bed, settled in the same position as before. Toji spoons you from behind, one arm draped securely around your waist while his hands rest over your lower belly.

His palms are warm and heavy against your stomach, grounding you in a way the heating pad never could.

You take the painkillers, and between the warmth of the heating pad and the steady heat of his touch, the cramps slowly begin to ease.

You lean back against him, feeling safe in his arms as always.

“Feeling better?” he murmurs near your ear. From his tone, you can tell he’s slowly losing the battle against sleep.

Caressing his arm, you smile softly.

“Yeah, baby. I’m better.”

He presses a kiss to your neck and hugs you a little tighter.

“Sleep well, ma.”

“Thanks, Toji” you whisper.

He doesn’t answer. He’s already asleep, soft snores brushing against your ear.

a/n: I’m on my period so of course i had to do something like this why not