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(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”

(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”

okay, can i just say…wow????? like, actually holy mother of everything i would want in a love story??? not to mention the fact that namjoon is my ultimate bias, but the way that this was so beautifully written really made my heart explode. i could NOT STOP SMILING the ENTIRETY of the story, and i think it will be my favorite for a very long time. i have seen @fresh-outta-jams’s work popping up on my dash for a while now, and i finally took the time to really go through & read their amazing work. i really fell myself falling in love in this and it’s not even real? thank you, so, so much for this masterpiece 🥺🥰💞

Signed, Sealed, Delivered - Part 1

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: You’re in college when your soulmate tattoo finally shows up: an address. Sending a letter couldn’t hurt, right? Warnings: A couple of swears. Soulmate fluff. Word Count: 2.7k

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13,  Epilogue

You stared at the letters in disbelief. They weren’t there last time you rolled up your sleeves. Obviously, they hadn’t been. But they were there now, and they were real and dark and when you rubbed them, they didn’t budge, inked into your skin like a tattoo.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you licked your hand and rubbed at them again, expecting the ink to smear, and yet it didn’t, and you knew deep down that it wouldn’t. Somewhere along the way in your twenty-one years, you’d convinced yourself that you would never get a sign of your soulmate, and so far you hadn’t, but staring at the words, no, an address written in your skin, you knew it couldn’t be anything but that.

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been repeating this in my head all day

immediately putting this into my favorites

god- this was delicious. i don’t know WHY big guys with an appetite have such a death grip on me, but they do 😭 yum

the unexpected - happy halloween

Fat Gum x Reader (NSFW)

Synopsis: You've had a crush on Tai for as long as you've known him and it finally comes to a head after a Halloween party for the heroes.

Warnings: angst, fluff, bashful tai, protective tai, hungry tai, yearning and pining; talk of tai's massive cock, fingering, handjob, oral (female receiving), grinding and humping bc you can't take tai's cock the first night yall fool around

Word Count: 7.7k

A/N: I know I should have written something like the overstim vamp!gojo fic for today since i an accumulation of kinktober on Halloween day should be super raunchy. But I'm sick, I'm fried, I'm overworked and exhausted and this is what I came up with. I'm sorry.

Being friends with other Pro-Heroes wasn’t an easy feat. With such busy schedules, there’s rarely time to see each other. Politics always play a role. And the media will take even the tiniest thing and run with it. Your eyes meet during an interview and even dare to linger? You’re clearly infatuated. You laugh at one of their jokes or fix your hair in their presence? You must have a crush. Dance at an event? Share a drink? Go out for dinner? See a movie? Dating.

Go home together after a long party because it’s too far to commute back to your place?

You’re clearly fucking.

“Are you sure, Tai?” You made him meet your gaze. You both knew the implications if the media saw you leave together. “I don’t want to give the media another reason to talk about you like that again.”

Taishiro laughed, making his whole body shake, strands of his blond hair falling from the Robin Hood cap he wore. The tight green costume hugged every curve of his body, significantly tighter than it was earlier this evening after he made a few passes at the buffet. Still, he was more muscle than anything else, and the few reporters on scene--specifically the gossip ones--had their eyes glued to him. You had to pull him away before his tights became their namesake and showed off every inch of him. More than they already were.

It was an internal battle to keep your eyes on his chest and above.

“I’m used to it, (Y/N).” He popped a Reese’s pumpkin into his mouth as he smirked.

Fuck. Taishiro smirking, eyes glittering with a hint of mischief, was deadly. You had to lock your knees to prevent yourself from--like a southern lady from the fifties--clutching your pearls and swooning. You blamed the media. It was because of the damn gossip columns that you started to have a crush on the BMI Hero.

When the two of you started taking more and more missions together, hanging out outside of work, doing the things two normal friends do, the media started to spin it as Does Fat Gum Have a Girlfriend? And, no matter how hard you tried not to read it, all that speculation started to get to you. Like how apparently his eyes were practically “brimming with hunger” --their words--whenever he looked at you. Or how he supposedly stands closer to you during interviews and always tries to make you laugh.

And with that came all the talk about other aspects of Tai’s life. Particularly what it was like behind closed doors, where clothes were optional. There was endless speculation on Tai’s...physical appearance. You’d been asked more than once if you’d seen Taishiro in anything other than his hero costume or everyday clothing. Usually with Tai right next to you. Your face always burned as you bypassed the question. Sometimes Tai would laugh and drop his hand to the small of your back, making you stutter through your words even worse than you already were.

But that’s why you stared up at the hero as the party continued in full swing around you. You were a forty-minute train ride from your apartment. Tai’s place was a ten-minute cab ride. A notion he realized himself when he caught you trying to hide a yawn. He was already picked apart in the media; if the two of you left together and anyone saw you both enter his apartment? The media would have a fucking frenzy with it. Not to mention the fact that you didn’t think you’d be able to survive spending the night there. Not when your mind was very far in the gutter.

He’d asked you to dance earlier, and when the upbeat pop song changed to a slow, romantic one, you’d nearly sprinted from the dance floor. Except, to Tai, you were just two friends dancing. So he saw nothing weird about hooking an arm around your waist, pulling you close--so close that you could feel every dip and ridge of his muscles--and swaying to the music. You’d spent half the song praying he couldn’t hear or feel your thumping heart and the other half ignoring how fantastic his body felt against yours and how it made you feel.

“I’m really okay take the train back to my place, Tai; I don’t want to impose.”

“(Y/N),” he said as he leaned down and smiled his staple crooked smile, “you could never impose.”

You bit your lip. You really shouldn’t go home with him. That wouldn’t help your growing feelings. Not at all. But you couldn’t say no to him when he smiled at you like that. So you nodded, shoved down your feelings, and whispered an okay.

“Great!” He hooked an arm around your shoulders and steered you towards the exit. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, Tai.” Panic erupted in you.

“What?” He didn’t stop walking.

You could feel eyes on you as Tai hugged you close.

“We’ve only been here for a few hours; the party isn’t over yet.”

Tai frowned and stepped in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“(Y/N), you’re tired, and I’m starving. We don’t owe it to anyone to stay any longer. We’re allowed to leave.”

You knew that. But it didn’t give you enough time to gather and push down your feelings. Which were getting dangerously close to the surface as Tai stared at you, waiting for you to answer. You sighed, and he grinned.

“I know. Okay. Let’s go.”

You glanced back at the party-goers as you left, making eye contact with a reporter you recognized that loved to ask the more inappropriate questions. Have you two ever kissed? Have you ever had romantic thoughts about each other? Have you slept together? And Tai, the frustrating gentleman than he was, always answered the questions the same way. If we have, you would be the last to know. He never got mad at them. Most likely due to his determination to always maintain his cheery hero persona--one that seemed to just be him--but he always remained civil. Although there was one exception.

It was a few weeks back when the two of you had decided to patrol his neighborhood together. A slow day led to a reporter tracking you down and getting the scoop. Crime rates, All Might information, updates about Fat Gum’s agency. And then his eyes fell on you, and the questions started to dive into the territory they always did. How long have you two been friends again? Do you have a significant other? What are your thoughts on the costume restrictions heroes have? But then he did what most reporters did: dared a question he really should’ve kept to himself.

We’ve seen the way the two of you look at each other. There’s no way you two haven’t been...intimate. C’mon, give us the scoop. Is he as big as the rumor mill says?

Tai had his hand in the same spot he always did when he got that, as the media labeled it, protective aura about him. It twitched against your back before he leaned in, his smile dropping to a very clearly unamused line.

“I’m standing right here. Why don’t you ask me?” His brows pinched, and his hand closed around the back of your shirt. “Would you ask All Might and Endeavor the same question?”

That made the reporter break down to incomplete sentences, half apologies, and a half-hearted goodbye. Tai never commented on it after the fact, his smile slowly returning as you continued on your patrol route, hand staying on your back for the next few blocks before he needed a candy boost. Then it returned to his side as if nothing had happened. But that stayed with you. It’s what you thought of as you tried to ignore the weight of the reporter’s gaze on your back as you left.

Outside, the fall air whipped around you, and you wished you’d worn more than the bubble gum dispenser costume. Tight white shirt covered in poofy balls, a glittery red short skirt, knee-high white socks, and red heels to match the skirt. A small piece of painted cardboard read 25¢ was pinned to your skirt. It’d been Tai’s idea when you couldn’t come up with anything for the party. Well, he’d said candy dispenser, but you decided bubblegum faired better.

A cab pulled up within seconds of you stepping outside, and you eyed the BMI Hero. When the hell had he called that? You’d been with him nearly the entire night, and you’d never seen him use his phone.

You blushed as he held the door open for you. More so when he slid in next to you and his thigh pressed firm against yours. He gave the driver his address, and the cab took off. You prayed no one had seen the two of you climb in together. It was purely platonic. You knew that. But your anxiety? Your wandering thoughts? They didn’t. They made you hyperaware of his hand that had fallen next to yours, resting on the line between your thigh and his. His fingers nudged yours as the car went over a manhole cover.

You would’ve pulled away had you not loved the jolt of electricity each touch shot through you. Even if each one left you with the gut-twisting reminder that the two of you were never that. Never anything more than friends. Tai had made that clear, and you had as well; it was near impossible not to when interacting with the press. You glanced up at the hero as he lazily watched the passing building, eyes out the window without a car in the world--except maybe his growling stomach.

His smile was soft, features illuminated by the multicolored city lights. Blond hair that bounced with the car’s movement, barely contained under the tiny green costume cap. His eyes were lit with curiosity while maintaining his usual heroic level of observation. You knew without a shadow of a doubt, if someone was in danger, he’d be out of the cab before you could even tell the driver to pull over. Because he was good. All heroes, to some extent, were good. But Tai was good. So fucking good. You wanted him to lean over, cup your cheeks with his hands, and kiss you until the rest of the world washed away.

It made tears sting your eyes as a sharp pain found itself in your chest.

You forced yourself to look away and sniffled as quietly as you could manage.

This was getting out of hand.

A gentle tap on your leg made you turn towards Tai. Those alight eyes were on you now. A tiny crease between his brow as his mouth fell into a concerned line. He lifted a hand and you froze, biting your cheek to stop the gasp from leaving you when he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“You alright?”

No, you really, really weren’t.

“Yeah, sorry. Just yawned extra hard.” You hated lying to him. But you couldn’t exactly tell him the truth. “Made my nose a little runny.”

You tried a laugh, it came out awkward, but Tai smiled. So it worked well enough.

“You’re right off to bed then when we get home.”

You nodded and tore your gaze from his. It hurt too much otherwise. It was going to be agony sleeping at his place. And as soon as you got there--Tai far more nonchalant about exiting the cab and walking into the apartment complex than you--you knew you should’ve gone back to your place. The long train ride would’ve been worth it compared to the ache that shook your bones when you entered his comfy, warm apartment.

“If you’d like to shower, you’re more than welcome to. You can take my bed, I’ll take the couch. But, if you’re anywhere near as hungry as me, I’m going to whip up some snacks before turning in.” He grinned, pulling his hat off and tossing it on the kitchen counter.

“I-I’ll shower if that’s alright.”

It was both the deadliest and the safest option. Get away from Tai, wash away the tears that wanted to stain your cheeks, and get out of the costume that felt way too skimpy. But then you were in Tai’s shower. Not a guest shower. His. You stood under the warm water for about thirty seconds, eyes dancing around the bottles of soaps, clean washrag, razor, fluffy towels just on the outskirt of the shower, before you turned the temperature down.

You were going to need an ice bath to drown away the thoughts that were creeping in. You, stupidly, leaned against the shower wall. An image of Tai pinning you there, rolling his hips, grinding his thick, wide, throbbing-

“(Y/N)?” There was a gentle knock on the door. You jerked yourself underneath the icy water. “I grabbed some clothes for you to wear if you’d like. I’ll set them outside the door.”

“T-Thank you.”

You weren’t in the shower much longer after that.

Thankfully, Tai wasn’t anywhere near the door when you cracked it open and grabbed the clothes he had out for you. A stretchy black shirt and a pair of boxers made of the same material. You felt weird going without underwear or a bra, but you weren’t exactly fond of the idea of putting them back on. Hesitantly, you wrapped up your clothes and exited the bathroom. You sat them on his dresser, unsure where else to put them.

The entire apartment smelled like freshly baked cookies.

Instantly, your mouth watered.

“I have ice cream, fruit, some celery, and I made some cookies.” Tai held up a platter of chocolate chip cookies as his eyes fell on you.

“Uh, ice cream, I guess.” You walked nervously across his living room, aware of his gaze fixed on you all the way until you were by his side in the kitchen.

“Ice cream it is.” He cleared his throat before trading the cookie tray for a bowl.

Boy, did he have ice cream. His freezer was stocked with every flavor you could’ve imagined. And he had more than an assortment of toppings for you to use. He munched on a cookie as you scooped yourself a bowl of pecan caramel swirl, added a drizzle of chocolate sauce--Tai’s recommendation--and a dollop of whipped cream. You stood beside him, elbows against the kitchen counter, as you took tiny bites of the dessert.

He stood silently next to you, only on his second cookie, back against the counter. His shirt was growing see-through as it struggled to fit, and he glanced down at it. You smiled as he cursed under his breath and tugged the hem down, as if that were going to do anything. You were halfway through your bowl when he suddenly broke the silence.

“What were you crying about in the cab earlier?”

You nearly choked on your bite and had to take a moment to collect yourself.

“I- what?” You sat the spoon down. “I wasn’t crying.”

Tai frowned.

“If you’re worried about what the news is going to spin about us leaving together, I wouldn’t worry; all Might and Endeavor are scheduled to make appearances at the latter half of the party. That’s what all the talk will be about.”

“No, I don’t care about that.” You opened and closed your mouth. You’d been given an out, and your dumbass had spoken before you could stop yourself. “I mean, I do care. I don’t want them writing about something that isn’t their business.”

“So then what was it?” His voice was so soft, so delicate. “Did I do something? If I made you feel like you had to come here, if I pressured you at all, that wasn’t-”

“No, Tai, no. You didn’t do anything.”

Which was the truth. He hadn’t. You’d wanted him to kiss you, but that was your own fantasy creeping out. That wasn’t on him. It never would be.

You, mistakingly, lowered your gaze to his mouth where he frowned. And it lingered. You wanted him to kiss you. More than anything in the world. But he never would.

That sharp pain was back.

You stared down at your melting ice cream for a beat. Tears were beginning to well up, and you begged for them to disperse. This wasn’t your first time in Tai’s apartment, but it would be your first night. And you didn’t want to taint that, or the delicious scent of cookies, because of some stupid school-girl crush you had on him. Or throw away the almost year and a half of your friendship.

But a question was nagging at the back of your mind.

“Do you care?” You shifted your weight from foot to foot, eyes still on your ice cream. “You know, you never seem to really care what the media says about us- you. What they say about you.”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in his response. It made the pain more acute. Your friendship was the whole reason the media wrote about you.

“Maybe we shouldn’t hang out as often then.” The words left you before you could even process the sentiment in your mind.

For the first time--outside of combat--you noticed Tai’s expression switch to concern.

“What?” He almost looked offended, but you couldn’t tell. Sometimes he was a hard man to read.

“Well, they write about you cause we hang out so often. If we stopped, then they’d probably stop-”

“I don’t give a shit what they write about me.” He reached out, hand on your shoulder, and turned you so you were facing him. “I care about the fact that they always drag you into it.”

His hands balled into tight fists.

“I wanted to rip that reporter a new one a few weeks ago when he…” Tai let out a harsh breath. “That asshole.”

Another question, one the reporters have asked before, slid from you as you stared at the hero. You already knew his answer; he gave the same one every time. But still, you had to ask.

“Why are you so protective of me?” There was no malice in your voice. You never minded the behavior. In fact, it only complicated your feelings towards him.

Tai went quiet, and his expression morphed into something unreadable. You waited for his diplomatic and well-practiced response. She’s like a little sister to me. It was the answer he always gave the press back when you first became friends. But they stopped running with that after the third time he gave it. He stopped using it after month seven when they were firmly on the Does Fat Gum Have a Girlfriend? bit. Then it became cause it’s (Y/N); she’s one of my closest friends.

Finally, he spoke.

“I can’t tell you.” His jaw tensed.

You blinked at him. “What?”

He sat the third cookie he had picked up down on the tray and turned his back to you.

“You’re one of my closest friends, (Y/N); I’m not going to ruin that.”

You reached out and grabbed his sleeve. What the hell was his answer that he couldn’t tell you? And how bad was it that he thought it would ruin your friendship over? Did he think you were weak? That you couldn’t take care of yourself? Maybe he thought you were a charity case. That he’d boost his popularity if he hung out with a lower hero like yourself. The people would praise him, and it’d boost him up a few slots.

“Hey, Tai, talk to me. What’s going on?”

He stopped and peered over his shoulder.

“Tell me why you were crying in the cab.”

It was a staring contest. His yellow eyes seemed richer in his kitchen, and they searched yours like they were looking for buried treasure. All you had to do was lie. Just tell him you were thinking about some bullshit thing. That you were happy to have him as a friend. That you were grateful that he was letting you stay with him because you really hadn’t wanted to take the train home. Hell, you could’ve just said you had to sneeze, and it went away, and were too embarrassed to say anything. You could’ve fucking said anything, and it would’ve been better than what you did. Because all of that wouldn’t have been friendship-altering. It would’ve let you keep going, pretending everything was totally normal between you and him. That you weren’t completely infatuated with him. That you didn’t think about the way he would grin at you from across the room when you ran into each other at meetings with the police. Or how he’d bring special candy for you when you’d patrol together.

But you had to open your mouth. You had to respond. And the only thing that left it was the truth.

“Because I wanted you to kiss me.”

You wished your quirk allowed you to burst into flames. To just instantly combust. You would’ve preferred that to the silence that followed. It felt heavy. Uncomfortable. Your every nerve was on fire, anxiety boiled in your gut, you wanted to turn and run. You’d just thrown your entire friendship away because you couldn’t lie to the hero. You couldn’t keep your feelings to yourself.

“I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. I’m going to go change back into my clothes and catch the next train-”

“Are you lying to me?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Tai continued. He turned towards you, eyes wide.

“Are you at all lying to me about wanting to kiss me?”

The pain in your chest doubled, and you swallowed hard.

“No,” you squeaked out.

“Oh, thank god.”

You registered Tai’s hands on your cheeks before anything else. They were soft, gentle yet demanding. Then came his body. Hard and warm and all-consuming against you. After that was the way his hair tickled your forehead. How your back arched and your fingers dug into his green shirt. Only then did you feel his mouth on yours. Same as his hands: soft, gentle, demanding.

Determined too. But you were all too awestruck to recognize that one. Because Tai was kissing you. You were standing in his kitchen, in his clothes, while he kissed you. You would’ve stepped back in awe had you not feared it would’ve broken the kiss. So you didn’t. You stayed right in his arms, deepening the kiss, sighing as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip. Tongues touched--only briefly--and you gasped.

Tai broke the kiss there. His forehead fell against yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the day we met.”

He huffed, and you licked your lips. They tasted like cookies and ice cream. Chocolate and pecan. Like all the dreams you’d had of him all combined into one. It was...perfect. He was perfect. Your mind came to a standstill.

“What?”

Tai smiled gently, his laugh just as soft as his grin. “Do I need to kiss you again? Because I’m okay making that sacrifice for you to get it.”

“No- I mean yes.” You held on tight to his costume. “I want you to kiss me again. Badly. I’m just...confused.”

Tai pinched your chin, and amusement clouded his features.

“Confused about what?” He cocked his head to the side.

“I just don’t understand why you...you know….”

“Kissed you?”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times.

I’ve been wanting to do that since the day we met.

There was a lot to unpack there. There was a lot you wanted him to share. To disclose. You wanted a monologue on what that meant. Every last detail. Every last thought he had about you. Because he’d kissed you. Kissed you.

Suddenly, a faint pink dusted over Tai’s cheeks, and he backed away. He rubbed his hand on the back of his head, and his gaze fell to the floor. You’d seen Tai be bashful during interviews when asked about his heroics. But never in this context. Never in regards to you.

“I like you,” he whispered. “Much more than a friend.”

He stepped back, very clearly an act to put space between you. The blush staining his cheeks deepened, and he laughed. It was all nerves, and a strange sense of relief washed over you. You weren’t the only one who felt like their heart was going to burst from their chest. Or that you were practically floating on air as Tai’s kiss lingered on your lips.

Your brows pinched upwards, and you bit your lip.

“It’s…” He laughed dryly. “It’s been agony keeping that to myself. Like dancing with you tonight was a sweet torture.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, mouth gaping open ever so slightly.

“Or seeing you in my clothes.”

You hugged yourself, feeling your cheeks heat. Processing what Tai was saying made for a strange feat. You couldn’t quite believe it. He liked you. He really liked you. And he’d liked you since...so during your entire friendship…

An onslaught of different memories slammed into you at once. When he rested his hand on the small of your back, touch gentle and tender. How he’d lean close when you’d talk or always sit beside you during meetings. When you watched movies together, it didn’t matter what form he was in or what location you’d found yourself at--theater or couch--he always had a part of him touching you. Thigh against thigh, elbow against elbow, hands grazing hands. How he’d held you close while dancing, hands dancing the line between friendly and testing. You’d never thought anything of it because you’d never wanted to hope.

Tai muttered your name, and it was only then that you realized you hadn’t said anything.

You’d left him standing there in silence, stewing in whatever emotions were swirling about him.

“This whole time?” You scoffed. “This whole time?”

“Yeah, this whole time. I wanted to ask you out, but...then we got cornered by that reporter, and they asked if we were a couple, and we both denied it. So, I figured the feelings weren’t reciprocated.”

You knew exactly what time he was talking about. It’d been two weeks after you two had first met--your agencies had decided to team up as a way to boost morale in the local areas, so you’d had a meeting with Tai and his sidekicks, sparking your friendship. You were patrolling, the typical activity that brought extra gazes and whispers, cheers and claps, cameras, and waiting pens. Tai had asked if you’d join him, letting your sidekicks go off down the side streets while the two of you wandered down the main roads.

There was idle conversation, the usual get-to-know-you questions where you scratched only the surface level and attempted to make each other laugh and smile. You were heroes, after all, you had to look the part. And as your heart beat a little faster and your cheeks burned a little hotter, you did your best to make a good first impression. One that, when a local reporter spotted the two of you, had her diving into your newfound friendship with the hero--as well as a few other things.

You two seem to really be hitting it off.

Are you going to patrol together like this in the future?

It’s so hard for heroes to have free time, so it’s always good to see you having fun together while still keeping the streets safe.

You’ve been spending a lot of time together the past couple of days. Perhaps there’s something more there than two heroes doing their due diligence?

Tai had raised his hands and you spoke at the same time.

“No, no, we’re just friends.”

“Oh, no, Fat and I are just friends.”

But what else were you supposed to say? Yeah, I have a crush on the hero next to me, and I want to potentially ruin our budding friendship over something that could be nothing? You were heroes. You weren’t allowed that leniency. And you certainly weren’t allowed to express that to the media. That’d be a shitstorm.

But he’d...all that time you could’ve been together.

“They were reciprocated.” You tugged at the bottom of your--aka Tai’s--shirt. “They were very much reciprocated.”

Tai matched your nervous idleness and poked at a cookie.

“So, what now?”

The ultimate question. You’d kissed, you’d confessed; there was no going back from that. Forward was the only option, except forward was a road of bumps and potholes and uneven tar. You could try and pretend the last few minutes hadn’t happened. But, as you took in his concerned, impatient expression, lips capturing his bottom lip, anxious and embarrassed blush, you knew you couldn’t put the night behind you. There was definitely no going back to normal.

But you didn’t want to go back to normal.

Not in the slightest.

You took a careful breath and eyed the hero. Now wasn’t the time for hesitancy. Now wasn’t the time for the same cowardice you’d felt for the past year. Year. Over a year of pent-up, frustrated, unresolved feelings. No. Now was the time to press the gas, floor it down the highway, and let the airbags cushion however this crashed and burned.

Now was the time for bravery.

“Now I think it’s time for bed, don’t you?”

You clenched your jaw, willing Tai to understand the innuendo. Bravery or not, you weren’t sure if you could say the actual words. Not to his face. Not when he was standing there looking at you so bashfully, body covered in a material so thin and so tight that it was practically begging to be ripped off. You wanted to kiss him again. Every damn inch.

Tai didn’t seem to be breathing, mirroring your own dilemma as you stood there. So you turned and took a few steps towards his bedroom.

“Aren’t you coming?”

It took a second for the words to sink in, to process in Tai’s mind. But as soon as they did, he was after you. You were all but three steps closer to his room when you heard the pads of his feet against the wooden floor, and suddenly you were swept off your feet. You yelped as Tai threw you over his shoulder, arm around your waist to hold you still. Any squirming went ignored and, just as suddenly as you’d been picked up, Tai was dropping you onto his bed.

“Oh, I certainly am.” He pressed his mouth to yours, hands clutching your waist as if that were the only spot they were allowed to go as he climbed atop you. “But you most certainly are.”

Oh. A wave of something washed over you. Embarrassment? Excitement? You gasped as Tai’s body seemed to morph perfectly with yours. He pressed you into the bed, fingers surely to leave bruises, knees nudging yours apart just enough so he could fit between them. It was like something out of a fantasy. He felt phenomenal against you. You never wanted it to end. But--fuck--you needed him to do something besides kiss you. You needed more than the teasing swipe of his tongue against your lips. Of the hands that wouldn’t budge. Of the fact that even though he seemed to have nearly every inch of himself against you, his hips hovered above yours. A knee kept him propped, preventing a rather alluring part of him from touching you.

Desperately, you tugged on his shirt, and he obliged, tentatively. Realization dawned on you as he shifted back onto his knees. He was taking it slow. Wherever the night was leading, he wanted to take his time getting there. That pain from earlier twinged in your chest at the fear of this being a one-night-only event. Tai didn’t seem like a one-night-stand type of guy, but this was a wholly unique scenario. Expectations were up in the air just like his arms were and-

Rational thoughts were gone as soon as Tai’s shirt was stripped from him.

His smirk was a mixture of shyness and smugness. He sat still as your eyes scanned his naked torso. His abs flexed when you lingered there, and you quickly continued, which was a fool’s errand. That brought you below the belt. That reminded you of why tights were called tight...and why so many people were interested in knowing what Tai looked like naked. He stood over eight feet tall when he was in his usual form, and that made people curious.

And you were looking right at that curiosity.

Hard, long, and thick, trapped in what looked like an uncomfortable green prison. Subconsciously, you reached forward, but a hand on your wrist stopped you. You met Tai’s yellow eyes, and he gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Not tonight.” He lowered himself back down and finally let his hips press against yours. He was massive. “It’ll take some working up to.”

He rolled his hips and ground against you in all the right places. You whined in pleasure and in protest, but that only made Tai chuckle.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to stretch you good tonight.” He kissed along your jaw sloppily. “I’ve been dreaming about all the things I’d love to do with you. I plan on making those happen.”

He sunk his teeth into your neck with a harsh sting before pulling away. He huffed, face red and chest expanded.

“If that’s alright with you.” He searched your gaze. “If you want to stop-”

“No, for fuck’s sake, no. Please. I do not. I very much do not.”

Tai chuckled, nodded, and slid a hand beneath your shirt. He took his sweet time lifting it, making sure to leave kisses up your stomach in his wake. Your skin tingled and burned under his touch until cold air rushed against your chest, and you glanced down. Tai hovered over your chest, tongue darting out to wet his lips, eyes locked on yours with the look of pure bliss. Like he’d laid eyes upon an angel or a god, and no you. He groaned, full-body shaking, before he leaned down and gave one of your embarrassingly hard nipples the lightest kiss.

Then another. And another.

Instantaneously, it seemed, you were moaning his name. So that’s where he stayed, listening to his name on your lips as your back arched and you tried to push yourself further against him. A hand found its way beside his mouth, and as he licked and sucked and kissed and the fingers pinched and twisted, nudging and circling. He treated them with the same delicacy one might that bundle of nerves that was between your legs, and it made your body tremble. It was like you were a present entrapped with ribbons and bows, and he was untying them with each delicate swipe of his fingers and tongue.

“Please,” you whined, and Tai dragged his teeth over one nipple, causing you to suck in a breath through your teeth. You rolled your hips against him, earning a muttered curse before that sweet smile was back.

“Forgive me,” he said as he started to kiss lower and lower, retracing his earlier steps, “if I want to savor what I’ve been wanting for so long.”

He stopped, shoulders between your legs, fingers curling into the waistband of the boxers you wore. He waited, and when you lifted your hips, he slid them down. The quiet fuck he let out as his eyes shot to your cunt made you shiver. Apparently, he hadn’t expected you to be without underwear, and you were thankful for that decision.

His hands slid up your thighs as he practically folded you, pressing your knees to your stomach, his hands in a vice grip underneath your knees, and your face burned as he pinned you in place. An easy feat for him. His blond hair tickled your skin as he hovered over your cunt, breath quick to follow. It was shallow, warm. Then a hand left your leg, and his fingers danced over your cunt. Once, twice, three times before he spread your folds and sighed. Hard and heavy. You could feel how wet you were, and you knew you were giving Tai a show as you squirmed beneath his gaze.

Then his thumb swiped over your clit, and your entire body jolted. Again. Again. And again. Slow circles that made you press your head back against the mattress, clamp your eyes shut, ignore the feeling of gushing that was building between your legs.

“Please,” he said, voice strained as his thumb moved a bit faster. “I’ve been craving you for so long. Please, let me feast.”

That ripped through you, head to toe, and all you could do was moan, squirm, and nod your head.

And then Tai’s mouth replaced his thumb, and you thought you were going to combust. He kept your legs pinned to you, hips pressed firmly into the bed, folds spread as he kept true to his word: he feasted. It reminded you of the time you’d gotten ice cream on a particularly hot patrolling meet-up. Fat had his hood-off, his quirk half-used, and he was craving the dessert. So, you’d stopped and gotten two cones. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him eat ice cream, but most of the time, it was in his full hero form, so he would just practically inhale the damn thing.

This time he savored it. Each lick and swirl of his tongue, every nibble on the cone, even the quick darts of cleaning the corners of his mouth. It made the butterflies in your stomach swarm south. You had to sit with your legs crossed tight just to satiate the pressure even the slightest bit.

And that’s what it felt like here. Like you were the damn cone of ice cream that he was devouring. Savoring. Trying to get every ounce before it dripped off the cone.

You cried out his name as his teeth grazed your clit, and he chuckled, the vibrations rocking your body to its core. And then his tongue dipped lower. It prodded at your entrance teasingly. Tai laughed again, and you fought the grip he held on your legs. He felt so good, so damn good. It was a thousand times better than you’d ever imagined Than you’d ever had from past significant others.

He switched again, mouth returning to your clit, tongue pressing flat against the bundle of nerves, as his fingers circled your entrance. Your eyes widened. You’d admired Tai’s fingers a multitude of times. They weren’t piano fingers. They were thick, huge, and practically deadly fingers. And they felt just as much when he pushed the first one into you. He didn’t wait to curl it, searching for your sweet spot slowly but surely, memorizing each sound the movements pulled from you.

You were stretching around his finger, a tightening building in your stomach that you knew was fast approaching. You tried to say something to the hero, but the burn that accompanied a second finger pushing into you silenced you. A moan took the place of the words as he scissored his fingers, wiggled them playfully. His pace slowed, though, and his fingers pumped a lazy pace that matched his tongue. Slow licks like you were the damn ice cream cone and just as slow pumps where his fingers hit your sweet spot the same agonizingly wonderful way each time.

You wanted to kick your feet out, but Tai kept you in place. It was near irritating how good it felt because he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t trying to rush your high, or chase it down like desperate lovers might during their first rendezvous. He wanted you to feel it in every nerve ending; to make your toes curl, your eyes clamp shut, body tremble like a damn earthquake before you were even near the edge. You were slicked with sweat beneath him, the sounds of his fingers and mouth lapping at you sloppy in the room. It was unbearable. You squeezed his fingers and clawed at the blankets beneath you. It felt so fucking good.

Abruptly, as tears slid down your cheeks, you came.

Tai’s pace remained all the same as you bucked your hips and moaned so raw you were surprised the next breath hadn’t hurt. You felt it in every inch of your body. It was like a searing, delicious, all-consuming liquid ecstasy. You never wanted it to end. And Tai was damn well going to drag it on for as long as he could, staying between your legs until the pleasure turned sharp and your hands found their way into his hair, yanking up until your eyes met.

Wetness dripped from his chin as he brought his fingers to a stop. He gave you a crooked grin and licked his swollen lips. His fingers left you with a soft squelch. He made a show out of bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

“Tai,” you murmured. There was a plea in your voice that you knew he understood. You wanted more. You wanted him.

“(Y/N),” he responded. He said your name perfectly. It made you melt into the bed. He crawled up your body, gently lowering your legs until you caged him in. He rolled his hips, letting you feel every long and hard inch of him. “You can beg for it all you want tonight, but you won’t be able to take me.”

You whimpered as he grazed your clit. You knew he was right, but all logical senses were clouded. There was no stopping the second please the slipped from you. He chuckled softly, mouth dropping by your ear.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be just as needy for my cock as the reporters?” He snaked a hand between you and thumbed the waistband of his tights.

He shed himself of the tights with more ease than you were expecting given your position. But that could’ve also been due to a lack of brain function as it seemed to completely stall at the sight of Tai. Yeah, there was no way the two of you were fucking. He was huge. His bashfulness was back as you sat up, eyeing his cock unapologetically.

You reached out and traced a thick vein with your finger. Tai nearly doubled over, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder for support as he stuttered out your name. Still blissed out, you didn’t think before fisting him, dragging your hand along his shafts with lazy pumps. His hand on your shoulder dug into your skin, and you drew your thumb along his slit, relishing in the way his entire body tensed.

Unlike how Tai had with you, there was no self-control or restraint when it came to him. You abandoned the languid movements as soon as Tai moaned your name, driven by each little react he gave you. You may not have been able to fuck, but you were damn well going to get off with him. The sight of him squirming beneath your touch...well...you could understand why his eyes were glued to you when he was devouring you.

As you went to drop a hand between your legs, Tai reached out and stopped you.

His arm was around your waist, and the room spun as he flipped you. You gasped as Tai rightened you on his lap. He was beneath you, where you’d once been laying on his bed, hands on your waist as he guided you down to your knees. He pressed his head back as you instinctively adjusted yourself, accidentally dragging your cunt along his erection.

“That,” he moaned. “Keep doing that.”

He shifted until a hand rested on your lower stomach and his thumb found your swollen clit. You rolled your hips, twitching slightly as he swiped his thumb over your clit with precise stroke.

“And I’ll keep doing that.” He watched you as you nodded. “That’s it, that’s my girl.”

So you did. You followed his instruction, dragging yourself along his cock, his thumb working you closer and closer to your second high. But you didn’t want to cum before him, and your hips were growing sloppier with each swipe of his damn thumb. You tried to say his name as a warning, but he only picked up his pace, his heels digging into the bed as he pressed his cock harder against you. The image of him doing the same, but with his cock slamming inside you, hitting all the right places, hard and throbbing like it was now, it pushed you over the edge.

You practically sobbed his name as you came, and Tai’s hand on your waist was the only thing that kept you upright as you tensed. Through the high of it, as you clenched your jaw and dragged your nails down his chest, his cock twitched, and he kicked the mattress as he lifted himself off the bed. You forced your eyes open as he came, white spurting across his stomach, eyes shut tight, teeth in his bottom lip so hard you thought he was going to draw blood. His hair was plastered to his forehead, sweat slicked his skin just like it did yours, and every muscle in his body was flexed.

When he finally relaxed his grip, you fell beside him on the bed, his arm beneath you. Minutes passed as you caught your breath. Tai was the one to break the silence.

“Tomorrow night.” He rolled over so he could face you. “After patrolling, there’s a showing of My Neighbor Totoro at nine. Please let me take you out on a real date.”

You swallowed the knot in your throat.

“What if we get asked about it? Or if someone saw us go home together tonight?”

“Then I get to tell them to piss off and stop bothering us because I finally get to take my crush out on a date.”

Your cheeks heated, and you brought your mouth to his in a gentle kiss. He smiled.

“If you’re okay with me saying that, of course, I don’t want to-”

“Yes, I am, I very much am.”

Tai’s smile deepened, and you matched it. All felt right in his arms, all felt right when you kissed him. It was perfect. He was perfect. He-

A low rumbling filled the room, and a dark red covered Tai’s cheeks.

He was starving.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up,” you whispered. “And then finish the cookies you made.”

He grinned.

“Yes, ma’am.”

they did everything possible to make him kissable then immediately decided we should not be able to kiss him in most events 🥲

Blushing Barbatos is such an unfair game, I'm so weak to it. Just wanna kiss him without mercy.

Traumatizing experience

IM GONNA SCREAM CRY SHAKE THROW UP THIS IS SOOOOO CUTE I LOVE LUKE’S DESIGN 😭😭😭 i’m a wolf and cat appreciator which is so funny thinking about having lucifer, satan, and luke on one island

animal crossing x obey me // cross-posted on my twitter !! ✨

who would you want on your island?

this- i- OH MY GOSH IT WAS SO CUTE ☺️😩🥺

literally i loved this series all the way through, every single route was so adorable and funny. pure fluff (besides h*m but we don’t talk about that)

ANYWAYS 😃 akaashi was so fucking funny in this- turning me into an akaashi simp even though he was a side character i-

► now playing…

↳ synopsis. y/n l/n is a first-year from nekoma who moves to karasuno in order to heal from her past toxic relationship. everything appears to be moving along smoothly, until her ex gets in touch with her again. what happens when a last-minute decision ends with her pretending to date one of the first-year boys on the volleyball team?

- status. completed ! (started november 6, 2020)

- pairings. kageyama, tsukishima, hinata, yamaguchi x female reader

- genre. fake dating to lovers au, fluff, crack, probably won’t have any angst

- warnings. mentions of a toxic relationship, stalking, swearing, maybe some suggestive themes, you might lose some braincells reading this

- a/n. hi loves ! this is my first smau lol i’m so excited for this :)) updates might not be regular, but i’ll try to update as frequently as i can. 

also shoutout to @nerdybreadcollaborative​ for helping me proofread this because my first language is in fact not english 🤩

y/n’s brothers 😾👊 | karasuno’s idiot parade

track 01 - good lick

track 02 - lev’s frog obsession 

track 03 - wait a minute

track 04 - ‘friends’

track 05 - greetings gay boy

track 06 - bar-be-que!!!

track 07 - 8 ball

track 08 - shit x5

hinata’s playlist

track 01 - thanks 😃👍👍

track 02 - studying

track 03 - creep

track 04 - ascending to the heavens

track 05 - ¥2000

track 06 - sunrise | written chapter

kageyama’s playlist

track 01 - manifested 😌✨

track 02 - men 😔‼️

track 03 - master chef up in this bitch

track 04 - kiss it better

track 05 - childhood sweethearts

track 06 - future queen | written chapter

tsukishima’s playlist

track 01 - back pocket

track 02 - 🥺🥺

track 03 - 8:27 am

track 04 - meteor shower

track 05 - shoujo animes

track 06 - outstretched arms | written chapter

yamaguchi’s playlist

track 01 - good friend(?)

track 02 - your honour: i am in love with this man

track 03 - baby plants 😻

track 04 - assertive yamaguchi

track 05 - final boss

track 06 - sunset | written chapter

this smau is completed.

© all original content belongs to iwaisa, do not repost, steal, or copy. i do not own Haikyuu!!

ALRIGHT. FINE. I GUESS HE’S PRETTY.

It's LUCIFER MONTHHHHHH

lmao it only took me like 4+ months to finish this shhhhhh (tyty to everyone who followed when I first posted the sketch forever ago💀 Hopefully the wait was worth it??)

nanami and omegaverse?

the crowd goes wild!

Heaven - N.K.

Synopsis. An aIpha? Please, your arranged husband was the perfect gentleman - soft, strong, shy to even look your way and- and damn feraI when he’s in rút?

Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! oméga! reader, secretly aIpha! Nanami, arranged marriage, OMÉGAVERSE AU, rúts, down bad Nanami, bréeding kínk, he’s FÉRAL, manhandIing, face-sítting (fem rec.), dúmbifícation, HEADLOCKS, making it fit, matíng presses, office s, breaking furniture, overstím, knots, matíng bites, cúmplay, very pússydrúnk Nanami, proposals, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 8.2k

A/N. BAD BOYS BRING HEAVEN TO YOUUU-

“Ijichi, I’m at the front desk- where’s everyone else?”

After marrying Nanami Kento, it wasn’t strange for you to become accustomed to visiting him at work - usually with one of your own business contracts, or a cute lil’ lunch for him and his bustling employees. 

But what was strange was the hollow, empty company lobby that greets you today. 

The reception, the cubicles, the elevator- you couldn’t find a single soul here other than you. Strange. 

“...e-evacuated.”

“What?” You’re furrowing your brows at the static squeak of a reply from your phone, footsteps echoing like thunder down the familiar pathway to the head office. Hissing– “Why? Is Kento okay-”

“M-more than okay, ma’am.” Your husband’s personal assistant scrambles out urgently, “He’s actually ah- y-you’ll see what I mean…” As Ijichi rapidly ends the call with its beeping tone, your hands brush the looming steel doors of Nanami’s office. 

What the hell did he mean? Fingers itching to just open–

And that’s when you smell it. Sweet.

Oh. 

Oh…fuck.

The single, slivering waft of fragrance rams into you like five semi-trucks and leaves you reeling- needily grappling for the door handle when your knees knock together and weaken. Holding on for dear life, “Wh-what the…”

And there was your first mistake, accidentally - or perhaps subconsciously - stealing a deep, breathy inhale of the saturated air seeping from underneath Nanami’s looming office door. 

It fills your lungs and makes you jolt. Makes you gasp at the fever of your body, drinking in even more, more, more—

Your tongue sizzles with a fresh syrupy layer of drool at the musky cologne of it, more heady than any other perfume you’d ever smelt. More expensive. Like the filthiest marriage between bourbon, underlying caramel, and something so-

-so Nanami. In…rut?

But wait, your hazy eyes widen, and you’re forced to shake your head clear enough to continue the thought. It was the smell of an alpha no matter how much you looked at it - this couldn’t be your husband, right?

Sure, you two had been married for a few months already - but the man hadn’t even kissed you let alone touched you to consummate the marriage, yet. 

Hell, you still found his chiselled cheekbones tinting with a light veil of pretty red whenever you simply smiled at him.

Always adorning those scent patches to cover his pheromones, and never letting out a word of his secondary gender. Though, your husband always did make sure to tend to your every need during your heats - every need except those, that is.

Perhaps it was as unconventional of a marriage as could be - what with both your parents choosing to merge companies through familial bonds, but you didn’t know that Nanami was an alpha.

An alpha.

The words clang through your very bones and send sparks of electricity skittering down your spine, you’re squeezing your trembly thighs together only to find that they’d started dampening with a shiny sheen of slick already.

Oh- so this is why everyone in the company was hastily evacuated. 

He was potent.

And he was aching for your touch– your skin hums with something sinful as you rap your knuckles on the door, and try not to utter a peep.

“Ijichi, I already told you to leave.”

That didn’t sound like your husband.

It sounded like anything but; a low, curdling growl of husky baritone that made your heart race stupidly fast. There was something so primal seeping into Nanami’s characteristically gentle voice - never raised, never sharpened at you.

But right now he sounded like he would’ve devoured you alive. 

And you wanted to see it.

.

.

.

Nanami knew he shouldn’t be here- fuck, he shouldn’t have let it gone this far.

But one flutter of your lashes - just one gorgeous smile you’d sent his way this morning - and he found himself like this. Shit, he hadn’t even kissed you yet, and you already drove him wild.

One hand furiously pumping his rock- no, diamond-hard cock, the other digging into his drawer for more of those damn suppressants as if searching for a lifeline. 

“C’mon.” He’s grunting, crumpled forehead beading with glittery sweat the longer his aching, swollen length throbbed in the clouded air. Looking through his unruly golden bangs, his sensory tips scour desperately, “C’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon-”

Only to pop one of the last prescription bottles open and find it fucking empty. 

“Fuck!” Nanami’s throat decorates with a knot of veins as his plump, blushed tip leaks with yet another thick clump of precum. He needed you, and no amount of creeping his rugged palms up n’ down his girthy shaft would ever come close to how you might have done it.

How he dreams it.

Boiling hot ears popping as the fat of his thumb roams over his bawling divot to plug it up, he barely even hears the office door opening and slamming shut.

He loosens his tie and tries not to muddy his senses with the smell of the beta man, taking everything in Nanami to not just snap– “Ijichi- I f-fucking said-”

“Don’t even recognize your wife, Kento–?”

Nanami snaps his head up, eyes wide. Glazed. 

And you think it takes him a full few seconds to register that it was actually you here and not some lecherous figment of his imagination.

Although you were starting to doubt that he was, too. 

Such a sexy picture with his favorite blue shirt unbuttoned, pants unzipped just enough, one of his hands white-knuckling the glinting ‘CEO NANAMI’ table nameplate.

But what really drew your eyes was his massive cock - all hard n’ swollen and aching, the prettily rounded top cherry-pink. Right about nine or ten inches of bulky girth pulsing so hard that even you could see it from this distance. 

Oh…he really did have big dick energy.

And he was drooling - drooling, you never thought you’d see the day where Nanami Kento drools - through great heaving gusts of gulps. His voice croaks out huskily as if disused for eons, “M-my love, why a-are you…”

Ah, it feels like your satiny blouse clings to you even tighter with Nanami’s rough tonality. And it takes everything in you to stop yourself from taking even a step closer like the betweens of your legs ached to, “Ken.”

“O-oh.” He’s immediately throwing his head back with a groan- and you don’t know where to ogle. The way his slightly plumpened lips drop with a drawled drag of your name, or the way that he’s lifting over a hand to cradle the globed top of his mushroom head to stop himself from cumming.

Failing. 

His teeth gleam with slobber, ripping viciously into one of his forearms in an instant – hot crimson trickling out ever-so-slightly. 

The attractive column Nanami’s throat bobs with the movements of his Adam’s apples as he simply pours out sultry streaks of cum. Creamy white stripes upon stripes that start dangling all the way from his sturdy wrist down to the puffy leather of his seat. Bucketloads, really.

And you find your mouth almost as wet as the sappy puddle leaking through his business suit, opening to-

“Don’t.” He’s rasping out, slouching his body forward to cover his adoring view of you - as if the mere sight of you would be enough to send him over the edge once more. Octaves higher, crazed. “Don’t s-say my name like that.”

Your goosebumps peek at the tremble in his bass, a strange thrill sprinting through your body. Experimentally, you’re exhaling out, “Ken.”

“Fuh-fuck.”

And through the cervices of his thick, wrapped digits, you’re catching the sight of that buttery mess of cum grow even more voluminous. Squeezing a few more filthy dredges out of him - truly from the way you said his name.

“You- you’re evil, darling.” He’s heaving out in strained syllables, body hunched over to pressurize his still-throbbing erection. 

The cracked corner of Nanami’s dewy eyes hone in on you as you slowly - uncertainly - take a step closer. And ever-so-sensually, he cranes over to beckon you with one of his stray hands, “C’mere, my wife.”

Shit, you couldn’t make your way over fast enough.

And he’s snickering something gruff underneath his breath the few times you’re tripping over your own unsteady feet. 

Your clammy palms eventually stick on either side of his plastic chair, and the towering man gladly manspreads to provide your hips with a place to rest on. Straddling his meaty thighs - that aching red cock between them - with your hands curling ‘round his perspired neck.

The scent of his pheromones were so thick here that it was leaving your mind pathetically dizzy, all expensive cologne and caramel sweetness for you.

“S’this okay?” He’s hissing through a snarling bite of his lower lip once your snug pencil skirt hikes up just enough to snaggle the globed curve of Nanami’s cockhead. 

“Kento-” You decide to go easy on him just this once. Raising a hand to just start peeling that scent patch you usually had on during a workday, “-why don’t you let me help, baby–?”

One calloused hand comes to stop you right in your tracks, the flat of his doughy thumb coming to caress your wrist gently back n’ forth. And not only was Nanami burning hot - he was scalding, heat radiating off of him in waves. “Because…if I start now m’gonna hah- break you, my love.”

Oh.

Oh, fuck. So that was why - and looking into the molten peripherals of his stare, you’re realizing that that was why he’d avoided every kiss, every touch, every heat.

But seated and with him at your mercy like this, you hadn’t ever wanted anything more.

“What if…” You hum suggestively, bottom lip pouting out in a way that makes him collar drench with sweat. Pushing back with a roll of your hips that sets Nanami’s pearly whites on edge, murked breath drifting against his ears, “-I didn’t mind, Ken?”

And one of his hands has to clasp around the corner of his mahogany desk until it shatters, splinters of wood hitting the floor with a dull thud! thud! thud! that synchronizes with your heartbeat.

“Do- do you know what you’re asking?” He’s graveling out between pants. 

“I do.” 

And Nanami Kento will never know whether it was the way you’d echoed those two words directly from your wedding, or the way your gorgeous eyes shined with such need - but he’s never found himself moving faster. Swifter. 

So feral when he’s slipping you off his lap and shoving you down onto the sleek, frigid surface of the desk in two precise flaps of your lashes.

“Oh–!” Your shocked lips let off sweetly once Nanami’s soft palm cushions your face, he didn’t let you feel a single ounce of the striking impact of being laid out all on your front. 

Not a single thing except for the burn of your scent patch being pulled off of you with his sluggish fingers. Leaning down so his straight nosebridge hits the crook of your neck and sniffs– savoring—

“Fuck. Fuck.” Your husband spills out gutturally into your skin, and you feel the sharpened edges of his teeth coasting nibbles down your throat. He was pushed into you so close that he could practically taste your sweetly candied fragrance, “My wife…my omega–”

You’re thinking that he probably doesn’t even realize the way he’s rutting and rutting his hips repeatedly into yours, flinching bodily at even the slightest recoil that has Nanami’s curvaceous bulge breaking off even mere inches from your sodden panties. 

The wailing whimpers escaping you are so adorable that he just can’t help but suckle his mouth down your own. 

And it’s not the first kiss with Nanami that you might’ve expected - it’s sloppy, wet, and nothing more than the lazy drag of his unfastened mouth tasting like his favorite gummy. Slapping his tongue along the splattered speckles of saliva homing themselves near the edges of your lips, “So sweet- soooo much fuckin’ sweeter than I ngh- dreamt.”

Before you can ask what that meant, he’s humming along a few more wet slurps of French kisses. Leaving your lips tingling for more as he pecks down, down, down back to your swollen scent glands.

“Wanna know- why I- bought a candle that smells like- mmm honey, darlin’?” He’s whispering against that sensitive patch of skin, watching as your half-opened eyes dart to the inconspicuous candle that was always settled on top of his desk. “Because it reminded me of you-”

But Nanami wasn’t done- oh, he wasn’t done.

You could almost feel the intensity of his leering grin quivering up at the edges, your restlessly squirming hips being pinned down with his tense core. 

“-and…” He’s letting his strained voice peter away into nothingness. 

Biting down on the salivating insides of his cheeks, Nanami pushes his sagging glasses up to take a good, looong final look at the way you’re so prettily splayed out for him like this. 

Before bending at the knees–

“-and her.”

You’re just about to ask your husband what he meant when he shows you exactly what he meant. 

Diving in completely nose-deep to gift your clothed pussymound with a loving peck, the very tip of Nanami’s pert button nose shines with a beaded dollop of your slick. Slipping and travelling all down to where he glides his tongue along his lips greedily–

“K-Kento–” You hiccup out as his hypnotic scent grows twofold, the very hits of it targeting your very core. 

“Oh.” Nanami moans at the feeling of you instinctively getting wetter ‘round his mouth, you were so sensitive for him that your saturated lips were already rendering your panties see-through. A sappy drivel of sweet, sweet juices slicking your thighs like glue, “Darling, you’re droolin’ e-everywhere.”

The very crown of his index comes to trace the snaking rivers of slick decorating your legs, sensually. Signing off the cutest hearts and ‘K’s where you were the most tender-

“S’this for me?” He’s tap-tap-tapping his generous digit on the folds of your leaking pussy, tittering when you jolt with every lurid contact. “Pretty girl, are ya this- hck! wet for me?” 

Just then he leaves a full-handed, five-fingered spank straight down your slippery slit - ripping out the rawest, most moistened sluuuurp–! of gushing sap from your core. And Nanami takes this as the perfect answer, “Mhm, you are.”

“P-please, baby-”

“That’s it that’s it—” He’s nuzzling your thighs now - as if he was worshipping you. Scorched breezes of his mouth hitting you from just a few centimeters away, his glands rub up against your body and leave you completely smelling like his. You feel his drool smear as he babbles on, “-tell me. Talk to me.”

Your hips buck helplessly, “Want- want you to touch me there, Kento.”

“Where?” He knows- fuck, he knows. But he needs to hear the words directly from your beautiful mouth.

And ah, what a sight it is to be able to see them from up on his knees - twisting and puckering around the words of “Want you to touch my ngh- pussy-”

Barely out of your mouth, barely even formulated before Nanami surges up his humid face and snogs right up into your dripping cunt. 

Mazing tip dragging away the flimsy, useless scrap of fabric you call your panties, he’s treating the pursed lips of your pussy like a lollipop. Skimming the ridges of his tastebuds riiiight along your slope and back, “So- so hot on my tongue- ngh. So sweet.”

It’s like a mantra he’s spitting out every time his pointed chin whacks the tippy-top base of your cunt, your neck flaring with rays of pheromones that make Nanami grunt.

Jaw unfastening, his mouth drips open with the gluey remnants of your sap. “Can you ngh- feel it?” Opened wide enough that you could feel his hot maw engulfing all of you - every ribbony ounce of slick that puddled at the back of his throat. “Feel me- hah, can’t fucking get enough.”

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, Ken–” Your head dangles back, clawing towards the distant end of his table to hold onto your sanity. “-m-more.”

“More…m-more?”

Fuck- you didn’t realize that Nanami was this pussydrunk. 

His husked baritone was lilting sooo much higher in volume and pitch that it made your head all fuzzy just to consider who this was. 

Hell, the man has to nip his teeth ‘round a frilly edge of your underwear and bite so that he can keep it all together. Right palm creeping back down, down to his aching cock-

And the other one of his hands paws depravedly at the plush of your dampened thighs to keep them open, he huffs out a breath into your glossy fluttering lips. “More…my wife wants more.” And it hurt- ohhh, it hurt him so much to move himself even the tiniest distance away from where he was closest to your teary pussy.

Declaring a temporary goodbye with a prolonged sniff at the saccharine scent of your entrance, he’s craning his heavy head back up to you. “Spit.”

Your breath catches, inner omega crooning. “Wh-what?”

“Spit.” And before you know it, a hand darts out to smush your puffed cheeks easily together. The mean ovals of his sensory tips digging into your flesh, it’s enough to make you whine. “Spit in my mouth, my love.”

Slowly, stupidly you do - right smack-dab onto the wide plane of Nanami’s tongue and it makes him groan, hands squeezing ‘round his drenched base.

A thin line of it overspills from the side of his lips; and your husband’s crooning coaxingly at you to wrench open your slick-stucken legs further open before he gifts a steady wad of saliva over your sloppy hole.

Brushing his thumb over the lines of juices that stick to your panties, Nanami bites the edges of his glinting teeth into the side and riiiiips–! it off of you in a nanosecond. 

“K-Ken, what are you- oh mmpf–!” 

You’re mewling, pearly tears shattering your vision just as soon as his plump, velvety lips immediately latch to your clit and suck. The handsome hollows of his cheeks cushioning your sensitive bundle of nerves, it’s all it takes for you to throw your head back and clench.

“Open- need these legs hah- open-” He’s hissing into your cunt, the vibrations of his voice making your poor clit buzz. And shit, does Nanami enjoy the viscid globs of slick this makes you let out, pumping his vein-covered shaft angrily.

“Can’t–” Your moans were his favorite song, coloring the tips of his ears all innocently pink. “-can’t even feel my n-ngh legs!”

Cooing from down under, “Awww, need me to h-hold ‘em, my wife?” It’s only a few roaring heartbeats before you feel one of his palms shuffle underneath your knees to keep them pliably steady. Scuttling you further down his table- “S’alright, s’alright m’here.”

“K-Kento.”

“Tha’s riiiight, Kento’s here.” Suddenly your hit with a wave of relaxing pheromones once the very rounded berry tip of his digit comes rovering across your outer pussy. Collecting shimmering gumdrops of slick to plop into his mouth, “Kento’s here- so be a good girl n’ let your husband take care of it allll, darlin’.”

He’s swivelin’ the chilling band of his wedding ring around your rubbery hole, stretching and stretching until you’re gulping down every solid inch. 

And if Nanami’s fingers were this long n’ girthy, it made your mouth water to think of how long he might be down there.

“Oh- you’re so g-good, can feel you in so so deep.”

Nearly five or six inches probing your gummy walls all the way down to his pointed knuckles, you hiccup every time his perfectly manicured fingernail scraped the mushy patch of your g-spot. “Please- please, baby- J-just a lil’ more.”

“Fuck! Gonna be the d-death of me…” His breath tickles the crevice of your bloated pussylips, the slimy fringe of his tongue wanders over with a last few rolls on top of your hooded clit. Sticking right where you were bulging with his barreling finger to bully dually inside, “Gonna- gonna.”

And he’s stretching you out with both his tongue and a second finger.

Pulling your soft hole taut around the circumference of both eager appendages, Nanami bustles just a few inches of his fingers inside before he curls them into the roof of your cunt and makes you yelp.

“S-so close—” Your words come out botched through tears and whines and your cunt, “Wan’ you to h-hit it- oh my god, please.”

A fatly syrupy dewdrop of sap treacles out of you, which Nanami spits out gladly back into where you were leaking the most. “H-heh, she’s talkin’.” Squelch after squelch after squelch drawn out every time he’s crashing his tongue to tug your snug channel even wider. He’s even slowing down the filthy fapping motions of his hand just to hear you louder. “Sh-she’s talking t’me- ngh! Oh, hellooo– ya want me to t-touch this g-spot, my wife?” 

You’re bubbling out spitballs of answers but all of it is drowned out by every waterlogged pump - more like thrashes. Hits piled upon hits that leave your velvety walls all bruised with the circular outlines of his two, no, now three rummaging fingerpads. 

“S’that right, hmm–?” Not even talking to you at this point - but with your pussy. He nods his unsteady, blushing features, “Y-you want me to oh…”

Just then, his fingers are so lengthy that Nanami accidentally cruises a direct hit to your g-spot without even trying. 

It makes your heated insides squeeze around his digits, laminating every patch of skin from rotund fingertip to pale knuckles with all your frothy juices. Head tumbling back, “Th-there. There there there- Ken–!”

“Here- here.”

He’s rasping out with every breath, every whack into the tenderized area where your g-spot was targeted. Pumping and pumping- shit, Nanami’s so gone on your pussy that he’s letting go of his pulsating shaft to latch onto your hips and make you grind back into his face.

In long, slobbering drags that rub your folds raw on his attractive features, his broad chest wheezes after every one of your swervin’ gyrations. 

You clench your legs, ruffling the strands of his usually-tide blond hair, and he’s only pushing your thighs together snugger. Grunting throatily, “Don’t even need hah- air when I’ve got her.”

“I-I’m close–” You’re trilling out, your nails digging deeply into the firm wood of the table. “Not gonna- ngh- last.”

“S’that sooo—” Already feeling the curve of his sleazy grin on your swollen lips, it’s as if he now can’t decide between flopping his tongue inside to tugging your perked, pretty clit. “S’she sayin’ the ngh- same thing?” Planting a particularly harsh thrust of his fingers to make your cunt quiver with a slurp, “She is. Cum f’me then- cum all over my face, darlin’.”

And you don’t just cum, you’re making such a mess.

Your hips twistin’ to push back and ride the sharp ridge of Nanami’s nose back and forth back and forth back and forth. Every snaggling catch of his fingers on your g-spot makes your toes arch adorably, your sweat-simmered spine following. 

“M’cum- hngh- fuck! M’cumming, Ken.”

“H-heh, I knowww–” Nanami feels his chubby tip twitch at the use of that lil’ nickname again, weighty balls pulsing to the very same rhythm as your cunt was right now. He’s letting out a carnal voicing of your name as he hits your g-spot deeply. “-she told me, my love.”

Ears popped, you’re barely even catching his lecherous words. The mosaic of your vision blotching with pure stars like they did in cartoons, heavy tears coating your cheeks. It just felt too good. 

And, ah, just because you’d reached your waves of bliss - was riding through those peaks upon peaks of euphoria with every passing second - didn’t mean that Nanami was going to stop.

In fact, he’s throwing his free hand tighter around your waist and pinning you dead-on onto his face, the lashing tip of his tongue drawing out more n’ more zips of white-hot electricity from your core. He was still eating you out like a man starved. 

Rendering you speechless, you cry– “Wait- wait wait wait, I-I’m so sensitive.”

“Good.”

Purposefully murmured with his spit-slicked lips wrapped precisely ‘round your throbbing clit, you’re pounding your fist down on top of the office table until its hinges ricket. 

Bang! Bang! Bang! 

Until it stops just as soon as it started when Nanami catches the knob of your clit with his sharpened canines and bites. And then you shriek, then you see white, then you’re squirting - right down onto your husband who gapes. 

“I-it feels so wet.”

“Go on—” He’s coaxing the torrenting sprays out of you with every curled thrash of his fingers, grinning. Wild. “Go on go on go on, make a mess. M-make a mess f’me.”

Splashing right onto the apples of his cheekbones, he’s flapping his eyes half-shut so that you’re drenching him all your juices. 

Your maw slacking open as your second orgasm is pulled out of you, body wracking with sensitivity, “Please- p-please.” Your glassy pupils swirl in the exact dumbified circles as he was tracing on your clit, “-Ken.” 

But even that special name of his doesn’t reel Nanami Kento out of his stupor. 

He’s so pussydrunk, so addicted to making out with every squirting splosh of your pussy that he’s overstimulating you stupid. Slurping it up in viscid, eloooongated noises which ring across all four walls and into the pheromone-fogged air. 

He thinks he could cum from this, he’s so close to cumming from just this.

Seemingly forever before Nanami leaves a final slap! of the flat underside of his mushy wet muscle on your leaking slope. Cheeks hollowing with a final sluuuuuurp–!

At least, it was meant to be final. 

But even as he’s unlatching himself, the alpha can’t bring himself not even six inches away from your spilling pussy before he presses back in with a pained growl. Snarl bared, eyes drooping- once. Twice. Thrice. 

“Can’t- can’t-” He’s rumbling out, smoky, and you sense his scent start to grow addicted all over again. Lurching you with a thorough repeated tugs to smooch your cunt some more, Nanami emits a narrowed breath through every kiss. “Can’t move- ngh- fuck.”

“Kentooo—” Your lips flap with the salted flavor of your own tears, trying (and failing) to move onto your tip-toes and remove yourself from your husband’s relentless mouth. Head turned to him, “I-I want you to fuck me, baby.”

And Nanami flinches. Breathing out a ragged, “T-to what?”

You’re blinking your tears back from your dilated irises, lips almost too wobbly to drag out the words. “To fuck- mmpf–!”

SLAM!

You don’t know if the thundering noise is from the way you’re slammed horizontally back onto your front, or the way that Nanami smashes his open palm down right beside your lolling head. 

Fingertips twitching, yearning for but a single graze of your face. You’re left helpless as all his Herculean muscles come pinning down your greedy body - firmer and firmer until he’s practically melting into you.

He was so big. 

All eight mounds of his washboard abs peeking through his torn button-up and sliiiiding down your spine. Hips pressing down on hips, scent glands brushing against yours. You still had your thin satin blouse on, and yet you could count each n’ every hammer of his roaring heartbeat.

“Watch what you s-say.” Nanami warns, the points of his teeth nibbling along where your perfume was emanating out in clouds and bursts. Needy needy needy. 

And so pretty.

“Wh-why?” You huff out, barely given the opportunity to even think of pouting until Nanami seemingly reads your mind and sinks his own teeth into the flesh. Draaaaagging. 

“Because-” Faintly, you’re feeling one of his hands straily lumber down to where his ravaged cock was sobbing. The stout end of his knobbled thumb comes to plug up his leaking orifice as Nanami’s teeth scrape your throat. Lips pulled into a snarl, “-m’got gonna fuck you like a gentleman, my wife.”

His words were dangerous. Savage. 

Looking the part, too; flushed, intense eyes all half-lidded, curtained partly by his thick blond bangs. And Nanami was glistening with the wettened remnants of your juices, all the way from the blushing apples of his cheeks to drip! drip! drip! in a translucent polish down his sharp jawline.

For the moment, you and your omega are almost rendered soundless - almost. 

“Prove it, Ken.”

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Nanami doesn’t know whether it’s the rut or those words or simply you that make his heavy, fat cock flinch in one hand. That makes him throw his head back with a groan, that makes him grind his hips deeper into yours as he cums–

“Move this-” His trembling fingers clutch urgently around where your skirt was still hanging off of your hips. Well, not for long before he’s tearing it clean off. And then follows your blouse, your bra. “Move.”

Right in time for the glittering folds of your pussy to be showered in a thick topping of his creamy white seed. The pointed mound of his tip is frosting out such candied knots of sap that cling to your leaky pussylips - so much.

You’re whimpering at the scalding hot cum that sploshes down the rim of your entrance, dripping. Leaking. “Ken- o-oh my god did you just–”

“Shut up-” He’s snarling out, trying to muffle out the animalistic tonality in his voice but fuck, does he fail. You’re turning him into more of a damn beast than a man with the way your parched pussy quavers to swallow up his glossy droplets.

One of his stocky fingers come up to smear the webbed mess of it on your outer cunt and push it in– “Shut up n’ take it. S’all y-yours anyway, darlin’.”

Before you can untrap your maw from the substantial gloopy-like texture of your spittle, Nanami slouches his weight over your squirming body. Massive, veiny hands rested on either side of your head, he sliiiiides his still-agitated, rock-hard length between your puffed-up folds. 

Making sure you feel every single one of his zig-zagging veins from reaching from his tawny golden happy trail down to where he was pinpricking your clit with his thickset cockhead. Over and over.

“All of it.” Nanami whispers eventually, as your driveling hole oils his girth with enough layers of sap that it oozes down onto the office floor. 

His sweltering pants making your bodyhairs stand on end, you shiver a single one of his palms slither down to cup your tummy. Somewhere along the way, he draws a burning invisible line about halfway across your body. 

And you’re not granted even the chance to ask what he’s seemingly measuring out before a stubby, splittening caress between your jittery legs makes you see stars.

“All- all- of it s’ngh yours– s’got your n-name on it. Yours.” Nanami’s keening out with a raspy tone above the sloppy squelches that immediately start pouring out of your wet pussy. Restraining a firm grip on the curve of your hips to hold you still while he reels back and pushes and pushes– “Every. Single. Inch.”

He was so big that he was spearheading you with every single of his ten inches, too.

Pushing your eyes all the way to the backs of your head with the spheroid crown of his fat, bulbous tip. Every tiny buck makes you streeeeetch around the incredible roundness of his circumference, rubbin’ and rubbin’ your drooling entrance with his veiny shaft.

“Heh, we’re consummatin’ our marriage, my wife.”

“O-oh my–” Your mindlessly squealing pitch breaks, squeezing your silky walls to hug his head. “-it’s so- it’s so.”

“With ngh- just the tip, huh, my love?”

And as cute as it was that you’re pushing back and trying to run away from his relentless pursuit, Nanami doesn’t have the patience right now.

Just barely hanging on with enough sanity to dig his hand thoroughly enough to bruise your poor hips, the slicked sweat of his palm dampening your skin. “Wh-whaaat–?” With a quick, shocking spank on the right side of your ass cheek, he’s traaaawling you over like you were nothing but a pretty lil’ toy. “S’it to h-hah big?”

“It- it’s so…”

You were already proving his point without even speaking. He was just so big that his core flexes with sharp, jutting strikes just to fit inside you, hissing with every recoiling resistance of your tight entrance.

You’re moaning ridiculously after every pulverizing glide that makes his probing cockhead push even deeper. A sliver of sweat trickles down the side of Nanami’s temple and hits your back in a splat!

Darting up onto your unsteady elbows, you restlessly try to fuck back into his ruthless cadence. “Please- please, baby. More.”

He tilts your face up to scorch it with a few promises, “I’ve got it- Kento’s got you.” Smacking a hand ‘round your arched throat - manhandling you into a fucking headlock, your husband urges you to sink your teeth into his heated flesh.

“Bite. Bite n’ you’re gonna take more, m’kay?” Nanami’s whispering out like a mantra, pulling you to crash your lips with his own stern ones. “Like a good girl- like my g-good girl.” His other arm softly thumbing along the outlined tummy bulge he was fucking into you, “More more more more more- Want more- y-you’re gonna get it- ohhh, you’re gonna get it.”

The sudden change in angle makes the stinging mounds of your ass hit Nanami’s sharp pelvis with a sharp thwack! Bottoming out. 

“Good girl.” He utters, sounding like a man crazed. The sensitive skin of your glands roast with a lazy lick, cold metal of his glasses slipping down until they kiss your skin. “O-ohhhh good giiiirl l-look at you taking it like a- like a champ. Kissin’ me from th-the inside, my omega.”

And the only thing you can moan are softly gasping ohs! and yes! again and again as his bulging biceps tighten around your neck, pounding the goopy ends of your cunt with a firm hit.

All with swollen, long inches. 

Nanami was so fucking massive that he was kissin’ your sweetest, most tender spots without even trying. Just the massage of his plumply swollen veins over them make your mouth slobber, counting in your head each lightning bolt - about eight of them.

And Nanami? Nanami was falling apart.

He was slurring out mix n’ matches of syllables that resembled your name every time your heavenly, hot innards were clenching around his capped crown like a vice. 

“Y-you feel so good, Ken.” You’re calling out as his toned hips position underneath your ass cheeks to push against you until you were almost dangling in midair. “In s-soooo deep.”

“Yeah? Yeah?” He’s wheezing out with a speckling pinpricks of cum from before and a few fresh spurts swashing all over your base. Your knees buckle as he hooks his chin over your shoulder and presses in, “Keep those p-pretty eyes open, okay, my love? Wanna see you watch- ngh- watch me fill ‘er up, m’kay?”

It’s all you can do to nod to his crazed whims, darting your eyes down to where Nanami was pushing on the base of your spine to make you arch curvaceously.

Straining against the swollen flex of his biceps, oh, you were burnishing his tannish skin with gluey flecks of drool. Stupidly babbling, oh-so-dumb on his massive size. “Wh-where–?”

“Here-” He thwacks his mushy, ruby-red tip in a splurge against your g-spot, “Here- here- and here.” Three repeated times to make you lose your mind just as much as he was, “S’yours. All yours, my wife.”

“All mine. Ngh– mine, Ken.” You echo, your vision blurring at the sheer force that he was pushing into these thrusts. Hell, his own bulked hilt was rubbing raw and red with the slamming impacts.

“Yeah take it. Take it, aaaatta girl.”

His pace was filthy - it was feverish. Head drooping, eyes shuttering.

And a slimy winding river of slobber was starting to fall from Nanami’s curved grin every time he’s getting so fucking drunk on your pussy. Body scorching, neck aching for you to take him take him take him–

“Kento- oh!”

It only takes two accurate swings of his grip to flip you laid onto your back when his veiny cock pulled out.

Important documents fluttering about, this time you’re getting a goood look at Nanami Kento, your husband.

Glasses completely fogged and dangling, his drenched-through shirt barely hanging off of his broad shoulders, pants discarded somewhere along the line to bare you with the sheeny expanse of his muscular thighs. Nothing of the gentleman you once knew.

Thick clumps of saliva spatter as he cranes his head down to you and growls, glassy hazel eyes at you through the rare gaps in his blond bangs. 

Your inner omega simply purrs at the glinting sharpness of his elongated fangs, the sensitive splotches on your neck stinging with the primal urge to be bitten.

Nanami’s nose crinkles at the oversaturation of sweet, sweet pheromones, his own coming out in response. And a generous helping of saliva ribbons out onto your front with a splat! splat! splatter! and he only adds to the sleek mess by slapping his weighty, extended length between your pussylips and gawking as creamy pre puddles. 

Scratching out, “M’gonna fuck ya pregnant, darlin’. Just s-say the ngh- word.”

“Kento-” Boneless arms slipping around his burning neck and lugging his hulking body even closer, “-please.”

And that’s all it takes.

All it takes for something in Nanami to snap. All it takes for him to hastily align his leaking mushroomed tip with your trembling hole and ram you full all the way to your cervix again. Cratering a French kiss there, deep.

So big that he was digging into every adhesive-slicked mass of your walls, probing and probing until your snug cunt was pulled to your limits. 

To your whining impatience, he doesn’t move immediately - instead, you jaw gapes as he’s taking the time to lean down and kiss that round, cylindrical tummy bulge he was fucking into you. Soft lips skittering right over where his bulged tip was hitting, “M’gonna m-make you round n’ glowing, my omega.”

Before you know it, rugged palms slither down the underside of your thighs and fold you like a lawnchair. And into- fuck, a mating press.

A mating press.

The realization seems to strike Nanami at the very moment it strikes you - even though he was literally the one manhandling you into this pliable position. The dimples on his chin quivering as if he couldn’t fucking believe he had his lil’ wife bent like this for him.

And the base of his thickened cock swells. Close. 

All the breath leaving his full lungs, “S-so pretty.” Every syllable followed by a harsh plap! of skin-on-clammy-skin. Every syllable. He holds your thrashing legs easily apart, “So pretty a-and wet n’ m’gonna make her even wetter. Wanna make her full- make her…oh.”

“Sh-shit–” You can palpably feel yourself growing even more damp at the way his chiselled, sharp muscles move and tense with each thrust. A hand moving down–

“Move that fuckin’ hand.”

It wasn’t even a command, and yet you find yourself hurrying to listen. 

Watching with bated breath as his smoggy, pussydrunk eyes rest on the copious glittering droplets of slick escaping your bulged pussylips, even past his girth. And he only smiles- “S’th-this f’me, darlin’? Alllll f’me–?” Greedily licking his lips, he gropes your tits. “This turns- hah! turns ya on, huh? Getting bred?”

Squealing, “Y-yessss– wan’ it so bad- want you so bad, Kento, please.”

“Hmm…boy or girl?”

“Wh-what?” 

He’s only leaning down to rasp more gruffly against your eardrums, a behemoth of his palm patting down on the jiggling pouch inflating into your tummy. “Boy or girl?”

“G-girl.” You’re whimpering out mindlessly, pulse thundering even faster at the brilliant grin that splits across Nanami’s face. 

“Mmm– was thinkin’ th-the exact same.” And that wasn’t just the rut talking. Nanami treks a hand to gift your clit with a pinch and chuckles darkly as you flinch, “Easy- easy there.” Still not letting up, still hugging every inch of his throbbing cock on your cunt. “Guess I’ll be the ngh- strict parent then, hm?”

And the zaps of electricity rushing to your brain are too much, his cadence, his pheromones - his rut. It’s all so much that with only a few more vulgar strikes to your battered, bruised g-spot your mouth gulps a dumbstruck “K-Ken, I’m–”

Not even getting out the sentence before you arch your back into a geometrical semi-circle and throw yourself into your nth high of the night.

The edges of your vision tinging with black, it’s all you can do to claw your nails in red, red trailways down Nanami’s muscular back. Feeling every muggily glissading muscle as he pounded you into the desk through every blissful peak.

“Ngh- o-oh, my l- fuck. Fuck fuck fuck–!” Nanami’s voice takes on a whiny tinge at the feeling of your scalding hot insides molding around his pillaging shaft. So tight that he had to bite his lip and push down on your tummy to pull out after every paced thrust. “S-shooo soft.”

Orgasm feeling like nothing more than tingles, your vision tinges like a black vignette once you’re ogling up at Nanami’s pretty, pretty face. “Ken- Ken”

He’s rubbing a heart over your sparking clit with love, “Yes, my love–?”

“Want it i-inside, Ken.” Mindlessly, your inner omega spurs you to teeth over the tense muscles of his neck - over that particular spot. Walls massaged raw every second, “Want you t-to cum all i-insiiide-”

“Patience.” It’s all he says before rovering his hand somewhere above your head on the flat table and grasping his favorite lucky yellow tie. 

Before you can blink your tear-stained lashes, he loops it twice over your neck and ties - dragging you back with a simple pull of his bulky biceps. You look so pretty n’ helpless like this that he can’t help but feel his mouth water, spitting the excess between your kiss-swollen lips. 

“P-promise not to miss?” 

“Never. Wh-what did I tell you- s’all sh’alllll yours.”

Slurring. He couldn’t even speak properly - barely even breathing - before snapping his hips to yours so close that your tender pussymound scratches with his soaked-through tufts of tawn. Once. Twice. Before Nanami collapses on top of you and cums—

Your knees hitting your tits, legs shoved over his shoulders, ass stinging at the shaky jackhammer.

“T-taaake it. Take it n’ get p-pregnant. Get pregnant get pregnant get pregnant–” He whispers as thick, steamy hot cum starts pooling all the way into what feels like your gut. “Want it. Need it.”

Aching, swollen, almost painful sparks of white-hot pleasure running down his spine once he’s slamming a capped knee on top of the table and angling himself to pound and pound. 

“Ngh- s-so much–” Your hips thrash, lungs heaving with the weight of his happy caramel scent. “-so much so- fuck.”

He spits into your hanging open mouth. “Ohh m’gonna make a mess of you.” And as he rests his towering body closer on top of yours, you can feel the way Nanami’s meaty thighs tremble delicately with every shooting jetstream of cum spraying inside your deepest parts. The fingers toying with your clit move to pinch your folds together, he prattles. “A-all inshide now.”

Oh, you look so pretty with your pussylips so swollen and leaky. Frothed right on top with an ivory coating of his sap that dips in and out. Moaning, “I-inside?”

“Mhmmm– I-I’m gonna be a papa- a papa. Gonna t-take care of her n’ you don’t hafta lift- lift a finger, my love. I’ll t-take care of the feedin’ n’ the late nights and- and…” 

He was daydreaming right now and you were stunned. 

“M’gonna b-brush her ngh- hair n’ you’re gonna dress ‘er up all pretty.” He’s babbling just as awe-struck as you, “A-and then you’ll- you’ll feed her breakfast I ngh- made n’ we’ll both take her to school. Spoil her- n’ ohhh she’s gonna look just like you w-with my eyes n’ she’s mine and-”

“A-and?”

“-yours.” Every declaration followed by the most determined of thrusts. One, two, three, four, five more dolloping streams of thick seed that glues to your walls and slips n’ slides straightly down your cervix. Your womb. “Y-yours. Yours yours yours y-ngh! Yours.”

Milking himself for you.

Nanami drills into you like he’s gone feral; that vice-like restraint around your throat stopping him from both biting into you just yet and helping him trawl you up n’ down to take every single drop.

It could’ve been hours, maybe even days before you find your now-shrilling voice once more. 

“M-m’yours, too–” You’re whimpering out, gliding your hands through the sweat-matted valleys of his hair and pulling him. 

But, of course, Nanami Kento loved to be used by his wife this way.

“N’ I wan’ your knot, Ken.” You bat your lashes, already having felt the massive, thick ring swelling around his base. Yet another particularly hard drive leaves you gasping, he was just so big– if you’d thought his normal hilt was wide, then this would stretch you until you were crazed. “Please?”

Ah, there it was.

That magical word. 

And how could he ever say ‘no’ to his wife?

With a knobbly thumb hooked to your fucked-out entrance, he’s arching his back and squeeezing that incredible perimeter inside. It’s so damn large that he has to slouch back and gaze as his knot slaps and slaps your outer pussy.

Wisping out a few globules of buttery cum? Pre? Nanami didn’t even know anymore, just aware that he was sobbing from the purple plum-colored, split-end of his cock.

Canines bitten until he’s tasting metal, “Gonna take it- t-take it like a good girl. My ngh- good wife.” Nanami’s fighting to keep his weighted lids from falling shut, “Get you all plugged w-with my knot. S-so full you can’t even ngh- fit. Can’t even take anymore-”

“Yes, please- please give it t’me, Ken.” You’re scrambling on the table, left hand flapping away somewhere until he clings onto it and brings it up to his spit-soiled mouth.

Tenderly kissing the band of your wedding ring as his sloppy thumb pries apart your gluey-stuck folds and siiiiiiinks his knot in. Fully. Tightly. 

And as soon as it’s all in, you’re blinking back nonsensical stars and angels in your vision - sobbing at the sheer stretch. It’s so raw, so filling having him be connected deeply inside, the tender skin of his ballsack flinching after every one of your squeezes.

Knot digging into your walls so thorough and hot. 

And it’s as if for a second, your husband stops breathing. 

Enough for you to ask, “B-baby, are you okay?”

“N-no.” Comes Nanami’s strained, cracking whisper of an answer. So hoarse you almost couldn’t hear it, “No.”

And there’s no warning before Nanami flinches - viscerally, animalistically to surge his face into the crook of your neck and bite. Hard enough to draw blood.

You let out a soundless scream, mouth dropping into the perfect oh! at the euphoric feeling of his jagged canines ripping into your scent glands. Scents melding and mixing and becoming one, it’s as if ten more orgasms hit you at full force. 

And your husband - your mate - feels it, too. 

Because the combined strength of his slamming pound and his fist on top of the table is so much that one of the sturdy mahogany legs breaks in half. 

Sluggishly, your omega reminds you that it was your turn to reciprocate the possessive marking. 

“Ken…” Being held up by none other than his tie blocking most of your airway, you lift your dizzy head enough to kiss the swollen gland where the whisked caramel was the most potent. Biting down as hard as your ruined body could, “-m-mine.”

At the sensation, he gasps–

“Marry me.” Hips driving sloppily into yours all over again and again and again even though the knot prevented him from doing anything more than swervin’ grinds. It’s like he won’t stop - can’t stop. The crimson-stained plumpness of his lips smear all over your mark, your ring, your lips. “Marry me marry me- be my wife?”

“Kentoo–” you giggle out, shortly out of breath as he accurately scratches your g-spot carnally once more. 

His foggy, half-lidded eyes watch you closely as you interlink your left hands together and reach it up to his hazy line of vision. “We’re already married.”

“O-oh.”

And it seems he was genuinely so pussydrunk that it didn’t even register - couldn’t register doing anything but gyrating his v-line into you sensually. Slow, aching drags of his plump tip stirrin’ hearts out of your insides and the splashes of cum within. 

Over and over, while Nanami takes off whatever remnants were left of his shirt and lays his head between the valley of your tits. Grabbing a sweet handful whilst he sucks like he was trying to draw milk out already.

Desk broken, air saturated. 

And only once he feels his rounded knot softening the slightest bit, tugging himself out with a few lecherously slurping tugs, does he speak.

“S-s’a good thing our hck! company’s empty.” Nanami whispers, barely audible over the squelch! of his webbed mess of cum immediately flooding out of you. Raw white and messy. Depraved. 

As you gasp, he’s cracking your legs open. Oh? 

Kneeling down down down–

Oh. 

The pinkish tip of Nanami’s tongue hits your overstimulated, weeping pussy with a damp thwack! “Because we’re celebratin’ our honeymoon in every room of this building, my wife.”

A/N. Mwahaha I told y’all alpha Nanami was next <3

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