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enterprising tutor. nerd! gojo satoru x fem! reader.

“You don’t get it, do you?”

Gojo Satoru’s mocking voice pulls you out of your already fragile concentration. Sitting across from you, glasses on his nose, he stares at you with that smug look that makes you want to throw your notebook at his face.

You squeeze your pencil. “If you stopped talking in riddles, maybe I’d understand better.”

He laughs softly, his smile widening his lips as if he found the situation amusing. With a lazy gesture, he flips through your notebook, his index finger casually tracing the margin of an equation you’re supposed to solve.

“Come on, Y/N, it’s not that complicated… You take this function, you derive it, and hop, you have your result.”

“ ‘hop’? Do you think it’s magic or what?” you growl, glaring at him.

Gojo rests his chin in his palm and stares at you, the shadow of his glasses half-hiding his piercing blue eyes. “To me, math is a bit like magic. It’s all about logic and elegance.”

“You’re an insufferable tutor.”

He smiles wider. “And yet, you keep coming to me for tutoring. Interesting reasoning.”

You cross your arms. “I have no choice, I have a test tomorrow. And for some reason, my teacher thought it was a good idea to stick me with you.”

Gojo clicks his tongue, pretending to be offended. “Ouch, that hurts. Are you implying that I’m a bad tutor?”

You sigh, your cheeks a little hot. The problem isn’t that he’s a bad teacher. It’s that he’s… distracting. His messy white hair, his cheeky smile, the way he always leans a little too close to you when he talks… Everything about him is an invitation to lose track.

As if to prove your point, he suddenly leans in, his face inches from yours. “Hm? You’re not listening.”

You pull away abruptly, your heart pounding. “Yes, yes, I am listening, you stupid nerd!”

His smile stretches even wider. “Oh? So tell me, what did I just explain?”

You open your mouth… and close it again immediately. Total silence. The void in your brain.

Gojo bursts out laughing. “Ah-ha! I knew it! You’re too busy staring at me to follow my explanations!”

You instantly turn red. “You’re so self-centered!”

He presses his fist to his cheek, looking falsely thoughtful, and smiles even wider. “It’s not my fault if I’m fascinating~.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m going to fail my test because of you… Thank you.”

Gojo picks up your notebook and writes something in it. When you look down, you see that he’s written down an equation with a sentence scribbled in blue ink just below it:

“If you pass, I’ll buy you a bubble tea. If you fail… we’ll do another tutoring session. Just you and me.”

You look up at him, but he pretends nothing, an enigmatic smile on his lips then winks at you.

Aren’t nerds supposed to be outgoing and not so enterprising?

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synopsis: valentines day with your boyfriend/husband.

character [separate]: Nanami Kento x reader, Gojo Satoru x reader, Suguru Geto x reader, Toji Fushiguro x reader, Sukuna Ryomen x reader, soo cute! Choso Kamo x reader, Megumi Fushiguro x reader, Yuji Itadori x reader (fem!)

warning: love and short srry 💗… don't be mad at me for what i did for Toji😓

words: 2690.

Kento N.

Nanami wasn’t really the type to celebrate Valentine’s Day. To him, this day was a “commercial holiday,” an artificial opportunity to prove his love. He believed that love was built on a daily basis, in simple gestures and small attentions. So, you thought you would spend a quiet evening, like every year.

But when you returned home that night, you were surprised. The house was enveloped in a soft and warm atmosphere: candles lit everywhere, soft lighting, a nicely set table with elegant plates and a bouquet of flowers. Dinner was ready, a dish that Nanami had carefully prepared himself, accompanied by your favorite wine.

“It’s not much,” he said as he joined you in the room, a discreet smile on his lips. “But I thought it would be nice to spend some time together.”

You looked at him, touched by the attention he had put into this dinner. This gesture means much more to you than anything else. You spent a quiet evening, full of laughter, tender conversations and shared silences, as if this dinner was a simple and sincere way of saying "I love you".

When dessert was served, he placed his hand on yours, his gaze tender but discreet. "I know Valentine's Day doesn't mean much to us, but I wanted to show you how much you mean to me," he said softly. "With this moment together. Because with you, every day is a bit like Valentine's Day."

Moved, you smiled at him, squeezing his hand in yours. After a few seconds of comfortable silence, you got up to clear the table. Then, as you found yourself upstairs, Nanami turned to you with a slight smile. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he whispered, before kissing you softly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Ken,” you replied, touched by the sincerity of his words more than any gesture. And in that simplicity, you felt more loved than ever.

Gojo S.

The sun is barely rising when Gojo arrives at your door, a mischievous smile on his face. Before you can even react, he grabs your hand and whisks you away on a memorable day, where every minute seems more absurd than the last.

First stop: a private helicopter, a flight over Tokyo. The wind whips your face as you fly over the city illuminated by the first rays of the sun. You hold on to the helm, your heart pounding, a mixture of pleasure and terror.

Gojo, for his part, laughs as he sees you hanging on, his face like a permanent challenge. “It’s nothing, just relax!” he assures you, but you know he loves seeing you out of your comfort zone.

The highlight of the show comes when he drags you into an impromptu photo shoot. In the middle of the street, under the neon lights and curious glances of passersby, Gojo strikes ridiculous poses while making you laugh. Then, without warning, he takes a picture of you up close, capturing the moment when you let yourself go into a genuine smile.

Finally, Gojo takes you to the roof of a skyscraper, the breathtaking view of the city all around you, illuminated by sparkling fairy lights. The cool wind makes you shiver, but he keeps you close to him, a smirk on his face.

“So?” he asks, leaning a little closer to you, his mischievous eyes scrutinizing you with an almost childish amusement. “What was the best part of the day?”

You look at him, rolling your eyes as you smile. You know he’s expecting an extravagant answer. So, you lean down and kiss him briefly, just enough to surprise him.

“I’ll say.. everything was great, but the helicopter ride… I thought I was going to throw up. Never again please.”

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head, and pulls you into his arms. “It’s all you,” he says, pulling you closer, before catching your lips in a slow but passionate kiss. Time seems to stop for a moment, the sounds of the distant city drowned out by the intensity of his kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he whispers against your lips, a satisfied smile on his face. He holds you tighter in his arms, and you let yourself go with the magic of the moment.

Geto S.

The night is quiet on this Valentine’s night, and the atmosphere in your apartment is softer than usual. The wind blowing lightly against the windows lets you hear a distant murmur of the couples outside.

Geto comes home with your spare keys and silently places a small box of chocolates in your hands, before settling down next to you on the couch.

You turn your gaze to him. He says nothing, his eyes drowned in a discreet embarrassment, as if each word he was going to say was weighed carefully.

He takes a moment to look at the box in your hands before slowly turning it away, a slight smile growing at the corner of his lips. “I’m not really good at this kind of thing,” he murmurs. He almost seems to hesitate, embarrassed by the simplicity of the gesture, but nevertheless, his eyes shine with a touching sincerity.

His fingers slide almost imperceptibly on your skin, a silent caress. A small smile forms on his face, a smile that seems to come straight from a bygone era, where he was still able to believe in a quiet love, without pain or torment.

“You know… if we were somewhere else, in another life,” he begins, his voice soft but marked by an indecipherable depth, “I think I would have wanted to take you away from here.” He lets out a soft sigh, as if this impossible wish came from another reality.

He takes a short breath, then, with an almost imperceptible gesture, he hands you the rose he has placed next to him. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says, almost in a low voice, as if there is more to those words than what they seem to be. You smile at him tenderly and lean towards him, then kiss him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day too, Geto.”

Toji F.

If you bet on the fact that Toji Fushiguro would have forgotten that it’s Valentine’s Day. And honestly, it wouldn’t even be a surprise. This guy is the type to disappear for days, come back like a shadow without warning even though he’s your boyfriend. Then drag you to your bed with a smirk and leave like nothing happened but you still love him like an idiot.

So a commercial holiday? Spending money? Might as well forget it. That’s why, when he hands you a small paper bag, you blink in surprise.

“Here.”

“…What?”

He sighs, already looking annoyed. “Tch. Just take it.” You grab the package warily and look inside. A frown. “…Toji. It’s instant noodles.”

“And?” He smiles like there’s no problem and raises an eyebrow at your surprised expression. “You’re offering me… noodles?”

“You like them, right?” He raises an eyebrow, as if it’s obvious. You stand there, between incomprehension and amusement, before bursting out laughing. “Are you serious, Toji?”

“Listen, would you have preferred that I blow my money on useless crap? A heart-shaped necklace, maybe?” He snickers, crossing his arms. “I know you. I know you always forget to buy more when you run out. So yeah, it’s a gift. Take it and shut up.”

You shake your head, still laughing, and grab the collar of his jacket to pull him towards you. “You really are an idiot, Toji.”

“And you’re still here, stupid lover,” he replies, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, a smile playing on the corner of his lips. Ultimately, it suits you. Because Toji, even with his questionable ways, thinks of you in his own way. And deep down, that’s all that matters.

Sukuna R.

Valentine’s Day, you didn’t expect it. As Sukuna’s wife, you were used to displays of power rather than tender gestures. But on this day, something seemed different. As you prepared yourself in your chambers, you felt a familial presence slip into the room without making a sound.

Sukuna, in all his majesty, looked at you with a different glow than usual. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my queen,” he said in a deep voice, his imposing royal posture even more respectful, but there was an unusual softness in his words.

He approached you, an almost imperceptible kiss on his lips, and in his hands, a shiny object: a necklace adorned with precious stones the color of his rare eyes and a secret inscription.

The gesture surprised you, more than you would have imagined. The king of curses offering a gift, and yet, the intention behind it was clear. This necklace wasn’t just a gift; it was a token of his possession, but in a subtle way. He holds it out in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror of your dressing table, as if to make sure you like this necklace.

“This necklace is a sign,” he murmured as he brushed his fingers over your neck, gently sliding the jewel around you. “A sign that you are mine. No one else can ever claim you.” Okay baby?"

A shadow of a smile appeared on his face, but he didn't seem to want to let go of his gaze, as if he was trying to make sure that you understood the depth of his words. Then he closed the clasp of the necklace.

His hands slowly slid into your hair, your eyes meeting his. He was still this ruthless king, but today, there was something more tender, a form of sincere love that seemed rare to you.

"Thank you so much Suku, it's so beautiful.. Happy Valentine's Day, my love," you said, you smiled at him tenderly. He then leaned down, his lips gently brushing your ear, the contact light but loaded with that imposing presence that characterized him.

While being possessive, he wasn't trying to smother you, but to remind you that, for him, you were everything to him. He's just crazy in love.

Choso K.

You see the surprise in Choso’s eyes as you hand him the carefully prepared box of chocolates. He seems both surprised and a little hesitant. “Is this… for me?” He looks at you, as if the very idea of ​​receiving something is a novelty.

You nod, a shy smile on your lips. “Yeah, for you. It’s… it’s for Valentine’s Day.” You feel a little nervous, but he makes you feel like it matters, that your gesture didn’t go unnoticed.

He takes a heart-shaped chocolate and brings it to his lips, his eyes closed for a moment, savoring the sweetness of the chocolate. Then, after a few seconds, he looks at you with a soft smile, almost a little embarrassed.

“It’s sweet… like you,” he says, and his cheeks blush slightly.

You laugh softly, feeling your cheeks blush. “It’s just chocolate, Choso.” But you can see in his eyes that it’s not that easy for him. It’s maybe the first time he’s received something like this, such a sincere, simple gesture, but so precious to him.

Then, in a shy burst, he leans towards you and places a kiss on your cheek, his warmth melting you. “Thank you,” he murmurs, almost in a breath. “Really.”

You look at him, a smile that doesn’t leave your lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Choso. I’m glad to have you as a boyfriend.” He stays there for a moment, his eyes locked on yours, before answering with a sincerity that touches you deeply:

“Me too. Really.” His hands gently rest on your shoulders, as if to pull you a little closer to him. “I’ve never had a gift. It’s- it’s a little strange, but it makes me… feel good.”

You feel yourself melting under his words, his honesty and his sweetness. It’s everything he’s ever wanted, but never had the chance to experience. And you’re here to give him what he’s always deserved.

“You don’t have to say that, you know,” you whisper, gently caressing his hand. “I’m doing it because you deserve it, Choso.” He leans down again, this time to kiss you softly on the lips, a kiss that’s tender and full of promise. “Thanks for the chocolates, and happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

Megumi F.

Megumi has never been one to celebrate Valentine's Day. He finds it commercial, cliché... But when he sees the small box of chocolates that you hand him, your cheeks a little red, he can't help but feel touched. He takes the box with a slight sigh, but his gaze betrays his emotion.

"You didn't have to..." he murmurs, avoiding your gaze. However, he opens the box and takes a chocolate, the sweet taste contrasting with the heat that begins to rise to his cheeks.

"It's just chocolate, Megumi. Don't be so red." you answer, laughing softly. He just looks away and doesn't answer.

Then he looks at you for a moment before looking away, and after a moment of hesitation, he slips his hand into his coat pocket and hands you a small package. "Here... it's not much, but... Happy Valentine's Day."

When you open it, you discover a lucky charm in the shape of your pet almost with small accessories. You look up at him, surprised. "You say it's commercial, but did you still think to buy me something?"

Megumi crosses his arms, looking away. "Shut up," he whispers, red rising to his ears.

You can't help but smile at the obvious embarrassment on his face. Megumi, who spends his time playing indifferent, is blushing because of a simple gift exchange.

You turn the lucky charm between your fingers, admiring the details. He really took the time to choose something that would please you. Your heart squeezes gently at this thought.

"I like it a lot," you say as you attach the lucky charm to your bag. "Thank you, Megumi." A slight smile appears on his lips.

Yuji I.

Yuji, with his joyful and boundless energy, is determined to make this Valentine’s Day unforgettable, even if he’s not exactly an expert in traditions. From the moment you wake up, he surprises you with a carefully planned day:

A marathon of romantic movies—though you can tell he’s struggling not to laugh or roll his eyes at the overly cheesy scenes. A baking session where the two of you attempt to make homemade chocolates.

And finally, an evening stroll under the city lights, where Yuji impulsively insists on buying you a giant stuffed animal, just because he thinks it would make you smile.

As the day winds down, the sun dipping below the horizon, you both collapse onto a park bench, exhausted but happy. Laughter still bubbles between you as you recall the absolute disaster that was your chocolate-making attempt.

Yuji turns to you, his warm, sincere smile making your heart skip a beat, his eyes shining with an affection that needs no words.

“You know, I’m really glad I got to spend today with you,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I was kinda worried I’d mess up Valentine’s Day, but honestly… this was amazing.”

Then, with an adorable hesitation, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, neatly wrapped package. “I made this myself, you know. It’s for you.” His voice is both proud and a little nervous, as if he’s not sure how you’ll react.

Curious, you carefully unwrap it, revealing a handmade bracelet, simple, yet crafted with care. You run your fingers over it, touched by the effort he put into it, a warm smile spreading across your lips. “It’s perfect, Yuji, really. And for your first Valentine’s Day… I have to say, you did an amazing job.”

His laughter rings out before he suddenly pulls you into a tight embrace, his warmth enveloping you completely. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N!”

You laugh softly, resting your head against his shoulder. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Yuji.” And in that moment, frozen in time, you know this day will stay with you forever.

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Nanami is attractive and the type of man women dream of. He clearly knows it but he doesn't feel any attraction to any of the women who try to have him in their bed.

But only one woman has managed to get his attention. It's you. Is it normal to see a woman so beautiful that his cock becomes so painful every time he sees her? He doesn't have the answer but he only wants you. He could be sick if that's not the case.

And he got you.

"Fuck baby.. your pussy tastes like heaven." He says more to himself than to you as he eats your pussy through your pastel pink panties of depraved just for him. His thumb tickles your swollen and sensitive clitoris.

"Nanamiiii!" Your toes respond to each other with the strong sensations he gives you, but the guilt of doing such a dirty thing in the meeting room catches up with you and especially doing it with your boss.

Your hands cup your mouth to muffle your loud moans. His eyes flick up to catch your gaze. "I want to hear you my slutty girl. It's okay if we hear you." He moves your soaked panties with his tongue and pushes them into your tight walls and you feel a small smile against the levers of your soaked pussy.

You pull your hand away and moan incoherent things from the immense pleasure Nanami is giving you. Your hands grip his hair which makes him moan. Your hips move spanking so that your pussy grinds against his face.

He looks at you intensely as if you are an angel. You are so beautiful in his eyes. His cock twitches and hurts so much against his expensive pants. He can feel the precum against the fabric. It's a waste for you.

"Imgonna! I'm gonna cum!" Small tears of pleasure fall from your pretty eyes. His tongue is active in your velvety walls and his thumb makes a frantic circle on your sensitive bud. "Nanamiii!!" Your grip on this hair becomes stronger.

You enjoy your mouth soaked with your sperm. He continues to lick you and drink your sweet juices. You taste so good. Nanami felt moisture in his underwear, he had cum too but without realizing it. You make him so dirty for his greatest pleasure.

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"Gojo, this is so-! Too big!" You moan, whimpering little whimpers. This is your first time together with your boyfriend, Gojo. You knew he had big-dick energy, but definitely not this much.

"Fuck baby... you can take it, I know. You're my pretty little girl, be good for me?" He moans in your ear and wraps his big arms around your face. He continues to thrust, but you're so tight, and he's way too big for you.

"Please..." Small tears leak from your eyes. Your hands cling to his broad back for support. His hand takes yours and intertwines his fingers with his. He seems tense.

"Just a little more, baby... I know you can do it, right?" His deep, raspy voice whispering in your ear drives you crazy. You nod, and your whole body shivers.

"Is it in?" You hear a slight nervous laugh and feel him lift his head slightly. He would have told you yes, but he doesn't. This man has been too spoiled by nature itself.

"Sorry, my love." You say, he gives a slightly pretentious smile, but he feels sorry for you because he's too big for your spongy, narrow little walls.

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I'll also remind my followers that I'm releasing a Nanami fanfic very soon. I'll make a post for the taglist 🍃

Izuku Midoriya is the sweetest boyfriend you've ever had. He listens to you, supports you, reassures you, understands you, cherishes you, loves you. He's so cute.

Izuku Midoriya listens to you when you feel bad about yourself or when you have personal or professional problems and gives you the best advice he can give you.

Izuku Midoriya enthusiastically supports you when you have a new project or a new ambition. He wants you to succeed in your life.

Izuku Midoriya understands you when you want to be alone to think or when you're going through a difficult time and makes you understand that if you need him, he's there.

Izuku Midoriya reassures you when your insecurities take over your life and threaten to destroy your beautiful heart.

Izuku Midoriya cherishes you as much as he can. He gives you smiles so sincere that your heart melts, prepares your favorite dish when you have a low morale or kisses you gently to soothe you.

Izuku Midoriya loves you and even more when you spend time together even the simplest. The smiles, the small gestures, the sweet words, and the kisses that you give him, melt him.

Izuku Midoriya is madly in love with you as you are madly in love with him.

Izuku Midoriya is the number 1 hero and your hero.

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need help? salarymen! Nanami Kento x fem! black reader.

synopsis: you help your overworked colleague to solve his little -big- problem.

warning: nsfw (MDNI), creampie, sex in an office, perv nanami?, sucking d!ck, precum, sperm, beg, blowjob, dirty name, I think it’s all. (emphasis on black reader but accessible for everyone!)

words: 2430.

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Nanami was just about to leave after a long, exhausting day when his boss appeared behind him, as if on cue, to dump more work on his desk. "What an asshole", Nanami thought, forcing a polite smile as he reluctantly accepted the extra burden. He despised overtime, yet it seemed to follow him like a shadow.

Nanami got to work, cursing his boss. His gaze turned to his colleagues, who were packing their things to go home to relax after a long day. Unlike them, he was stuck here, chained to his desk like a fucking slave. He hated this job with every fiber of his being.

An hour later he decides to take a break. he had too much extra work. His boss wanted him dead? If that's not the case, he still doesn't believe it.

He closed his eyes, his mind wandering to bread, the last book he started but couldn't finish, his old life in jujutsu, and sex. Sex. He missed it.

He was not a sex addict but the pleasure of having a woman to fuck as he wanted and submissive to him. He loved. He wanted to taste again this pleasure that he lost for a few months.

He suddenly thinks of the colleague he often meets.

She was so beautiful. Her afro that sublimated her. Her brown eyes with which she looked at him so intensely. Her slightly pink and luscious black lips whose lip gloss sublimates even more these lips and her white teeth that she exposed so proudly when she smiled at him.

He wondered how good those lips would feel around his cock, how her lip gloss would stick to the base of his dick, how her intense tear-filled gaze would look at him and how her mascara would run with it.

Damn, he's horny as hell.

To make matters worse, he was thinking about the cleavage that revealed those fucking big brown breasts that reflected the sunlight. He wanted to stick his head in there. His fucking big ass in those pencil skirts that showed off his ass more than ever.

His mind wandered even more, haunted by the way she was affecting him. His hand instinctively went down to his pants, with a feverish gesture, he undid his pants and his boxer releasing his erection into the open air. He began to go back and forth on his dick thinking about how he would fuck her like she deserves.

"Fuck.. y/n.", he moans and grunts thinking he's alone upstairs.

Light footsteps sounded behind Nanami, but he paid them no mind, lost in inappropriate thoughts about his colleague. They stopped inches away from him, almost pulling him out of his reverie.

Noticing a presence near him, he removes his hand from his cock and opens his eyes. It was y/n who was next to him. You look at him surprised but a glimmer of desire passes in his eyes. You smile and look at his big veiny cock directed towards you.

"Y/n? Fuck! Sorry forget it please… I'm begging you."

“Forget it? Impossible,” you smile and point to his cock that is throbbing under your gaze, precum dripping from its red tip and begging for attention.

"Please..", you laugh lightly and move closer to him. You take his jaw in your hand and force him to look you in the eyes.

"Who knew my unchalant coworker was such a pervert, jerking off at work and moaning my name?"

“Y/n…”, his voice breaks. He looks at you helplessly but so excited under your words and your intense gaze.

"Need help? I'm feeling generous I want to help you with your problem nanami.", your whisper in his ear in such a sensual way that his cock moves.

"Please.", you smile and kneel in front of him. You continue to look at him then place your hand so soft on his needy cock that he could cum right away.

You start to touch him slowly, testing his patience. You spit on your hand and speed up your hand movements. He watches the contrast of your brown hand jerking his white cock. Fuck, he doesn't know why but it turns him on even more.

You place light kisses on his pretty veins and his tip then lick his length but still don't put him in your mouth. He can't take it anymore. He just wants his cock in your wet and warm mouth. His dominant aura takes over.

His hand slides into your carefully styled afro and tugs on it, forcing you to look at him. You smile at him. This is what you wanted. For him to make you submissive to him like in your wet dreams about him. You just dream of his big cock in your mouth.

Damn, you're horny as hell.

"Be a good girl for me. Put it in your mouth.", he removes his hand from your hair, sliding it over your cheek to caress you. You open your mouth, so eager to want to satisfy him. "Stick out your tongue.", you do of course. He takes the base of his cock and slaps your tongue. The precum spurts into your mouth.

He removes his hands from you and lets you do it, not wanting to rush you too much even though he wants to do such dirty things to you right now. You close your mouth on him and tease his tip with your tongue. He tastes so good. You could become addicted.

He moans softly, looking you as you stare at the blond hairs at the base of his cock promising you that he'll manage to stick your lips to it one day.

You start swallowing each inch by inch into your hot mouth and hollow your cheeks to give him more pleasure. You breathe through your nose so your breath settles on his sensitive big dick which makes him tremble in spite of himself.

You smile and start sucking him and accompanying your hand to compensate for the inches you can't take. You spit on him to make it easier. Your other hand starts playing with those filled and warm balls.

You lick it, suck it, jerk it, spit it, drool on it. You're a fucking mess. Your face.. Fuck, it's sexy and messed up at the same time. Your eyes are filled with tears and black from your mascara that ran because of your tears. Your chin is filled with drool, spit and precum.

Your little black panties were ruined, you were sure of it seeing how wet you were just because you sucked him and he mistreated you like he wanted you in his life. Your feet were shaking but you didn't care you preferred to take care of the man who obsessed you every day. You weren't in your normal state just like him.

Nanami looks at your defeated and horny face and the floor soaked with your fluids leaking from your panties. Shit. Were you such a slut for him? The thought makes him laugh inwardly. You were better than in those dreams.

He suddenly pulls his big soaking wet dick out of your mouth and gasps loudly. He was going to cum. He wants to make the moment last longer. You look at him surprised and astonished at the disappearance, your mouth feels lonely and empty. You could have cried because of that.

"Fuck Y/n. You said I was a pervert but look at you you're so horny just sucking my cock.", he smiles and watches you. "You're so slutty my angel."

"Nanami…"

"Need help? I'm feeling generous I want to help you with your problem Y/n.", he smiles wickedly and repeats the same sentence you told him before.

"Please.", he smiles and grabs you by the jaw and pulls you up. Your legs are shaking and threatening to collapse. You curse yourself for wearing such uncomfortable heels.

He takes his things off his desk and puts you on it. He slides his hands on your waist and brings his face closer to yours. How could he resist you for so long? You're so beautiful. One of his hands places itself on your face and wipes away your tears.

You slide your hands around his neck and move closer to him and look him straight in the eyes. How could you resist him for so long? He's so sexy. You kiss him so shyly that you don't recognize yourself. You close your eyes and open your legs.

He kisses you back softly wanting to be gentle with you. Your tongues intertwine together. You taste each other. It feels so good. He sees you close your eyes and does the same. He gets between your legs.

His dick snakes under your skirt and rubs against your soaked panties. You moan into the kiss and so does he. Damn why are you doing the same things? Is your future mapped out to be with this man? You pray inwardly that it will be the case.

You pull away from each other, a trickle of drool connects you. You're panting so hard. His other hand slides up your skirt to pull it up to your waist and then his fingers tease your folds through your wetness. He brings those fingers to his mouth.

“You taste so good. I could get addicted.”, he wets his fingers with his drool and puts his fingers back near your needy and hot pussy. “Do you think you deserve these fingers baby?”

Your mind is too muddled to speak but you nod. You need it terribly. Those big thick fingers stretching your insides, you've dreamed of them countless times.

"I guess I can do you that favor.. you sucked my cock amazingly. That mouth was made for me wasn't it?" He strokes your slightly dry bottom lip. He licks your lips and kisses you again but more roughly.

He moves your black panties to the side and rubs his fingers against your soaking black folds. His thumb circles your clit that needs attention. You moan Nanami's name and beg for his fingers.

A smile stretched his lips seeing you so eager. Without waiting, he slid a finger into your tight, hot entrance, with disconcerting ease. A moan escaped him at the sensation. You moaned too, filled with pleasure. You felt so good.

A second finger inserts itself as easily as the first, gently sinking into your intimacy. He begins to move, drawing slow and deep back and forths. His gaze falls on his fingers, watching them disappear and reappear. The idea of ​​his dick following the same path obsesses him, making him even more feverish.

His thumb continues to stroke your clit, which begins to swell with pleasure. You squirm on his fingers, but your movement is abruptly halted when he slaps your clit, drawing a plaintive moan from you. Tears well up in your eyes, but he remains merciless. Ignoring your silent pleas, he pushes his fingers deeper, expertly curling them to reach your g-spot.

How delicious. Your eyes roll back, overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure that envelops you entirely. Your nails instinctively dig into his shoulders, searching for an anchor point. You want to come, even if it's way too soon, almost ridiculous when he's only slid two fingers inside you. Incoherent words escape your lips, betraying how weak this man makes you.

"With just two fingers you can't talk anymore. What a bitch you are. What do you want to tell me baby?", he smiled wickedly, he curled his fingers even more. You almost screamed but you bit your lip. "Come on.. use your words be a good girl. You don't want to disappoint me do you?"

"N-no, I don't want to... I-I'm gonna cum, it's- it's too soon..."

"Fuck with two fingers you want to cum already? Fucking slut."

He pulls out those wet fingers leaving you empty. He brings his hand to his cock and kisses you roughly. He rubs his cock between your wet folds and your clit. His precum drips onto the black hairs of your pussy.

"I don’t have a condom.. fuck.", he rests his head against your shoulder frustrated and excited.

"It's okay.. fuck me please. Fill me.", whisper in his ear.

"You're gonna be the death of me, shit... I'm starting to come in.", he breathes hard and starts to enter little by little in your hot little pussy, soaked, tight like a virgin. He holds himself back from cumming, you were better than in his dreams.

You moan from the intrusion. He’s so big, thick. How good it feels… the stretch makes you see stars. He finishes entering you and doesn’t move anymore, giving you time to adjust to his length. He places kisses on your shoulder then on your jaw.

You whisper to him that he can move. He doesn't hesitate and moves immediately. His hips press against yours. The wet sounds of his cock coated in your spit and drool and your soaking wet pussy.

His hand slides around your waist to hold you against him wanting the contact of your brown skin against it. You moan loudly and scream his name forgetting that you are at work. His hand places itself over your mouth to silence you.

"Shut up. Don't you want the whole building to hear how I fuck you like the slut you are?", you wanted to say that you wanted it but you're not that crazy.

He smiles and makes his movements faster and deeper inside you. He searches for your g-spot wanting to make you twist with pleasure for him. He whispers dirty words in your ear that make you wetter even more.

Minutes pass and he continues to fuck you moaning feeling your little pussy swallow him. Your spongy walls flutter around his big cock that destroys your senses. You can only moan and beg him for more. You become addicted to him.

"Na- nanami I'm go- going.. to cum..", he looks at you and slides his hand on your swollen clit, rubbing circles on it.

"Cum for me. Be a good girl for me.", you moan as if to say you agree. His movements become less rhythmic but deeper meaning that he is going to cum too. "Your pussy is made for me Y/n.", his dick was made for you, you could only agree.

A few hip thrusts later you cum at the same time. He empties himself inside you, filling your walls with his hot, viscous white seed. Your walls milk him wanting to keep every last drop inside you.

Your limbs tremble from the pleasure felt and become numb. You thought you saw the stars. You breathe hard, searching for air as best you could. He rests his head on your shoulder, exhausted but satisfied. Nanami hopes you liked it too.

He pulls out of you, his soft member soaked with your juices. His gaze falls on your satisfied expressions then on your black pussy whose sperm flows between your wet folds.

"I'll fuck you better and in bed baby I promise.", he kisses you promising himself to take you on a date like you deserve as the woman you are.

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Nanami Kento when he comes home after long hours of work, he takes you by the waist while you are in the kitchen preparing a simple meal for the two of you.

Nanami Kento rests his head on your shoulder and places delicate kisses on your skin that smells of vanilla while you ask him how his day was.

Nanami Kento just grunts to avoid the subject and prefers to return the question to you. His day was shitty partly because of Gojo but it was no longer thanks to you. You are the sun of his life so everything is better.

Nanami Kento slides his two large firm hands under your -his- t-shirt that is way too big for you but that suited you so well. His slightly cold hands on your warm skin go up to your chest. You didn't have a bra. Was his wife such a slut for him?

Nanami Kento smiles at this thought because he already knew the answer. His hands cup your breasts and knead them gently. Small moans of satisfaction come out of your mouth which excites him.

Nanami Kento whispers to you to finish quickly. He doesn't want to eat dinner but only his pretty perfect wife.

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I have to confess…. i can't take seriously a smutty fic in which they use the word "mommy" or "daddy" like, we're fucking , i don't want to think about my parents shut the fuck up

divorced but.. ex-husband! nanami kento x fem! reader

synopsis: your ex-husband fvck you months after your divorce.

warning: MDNI (NSFW), sad s€x, fingering, creampIe, cvm, pvssydrunk, fat dIck, tears, love, mess, saliva, beg, i think its all

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a/n: tysm for the 500 followers ilysm💗☀️ and I will be posting oneshots on thursdays throughout may😋🤭 you will eat well-

You divorced Nanami a few months ago because he was becoming more and more distant, neglecting you without explanation. Every time you confronted him about it, it only made things worse. His apologies, although sincere, sounded more and more like empty promises.

When he confessed to you, in a last desperate effort, that he truly loved you and wanted you to stay, you understood that his words no longer touched you. You no longer believed them. That's what broke your heart even more.

Even if you had decided to leave, even if you thought his words no longer made sense, you found yourself there, on your bed being fingered by your ex-husband. You blamed yourself for being so weak but you had missed his thick and long fingers so much.

His fingers found their natural habitat. Nanami knows your body better than you do. He finds your G-spot so easily. His fingers curl inside you to tease your g-spot. It feels so good.

You couldn't help but instinctively close your trembling thighs but Nanami opens them again. "Don't think for a second about closing them, honey." Hearing him call you 'honey' made you palpitate but the memories of the past make you sad.

You moan and look at him, your eyes slightly blurred by the little tears. You look like an angel to him, you are so beautiful like the first day. Your hungry pussy swallows his fingers and doesn't let go. He wants to be inside you. Your pussy is heaven.

Your hands already hanging on his shoulders, pull him towards you and kiss him. It was clumsy, confused but passionate. His fingers sink further into you and his thumb still tickles your clitoris.

"Ken-! I.. Imgonna cum- hmh- soon!" You moan his name and incoherent things. He looks at you and smiles softly. The nickname you gave him at the beginning of your relationship. He missed it.

He leans towards your breasts still covered in his old t-shirt that he gave you, you hadn't managed to throw it away. It makes her smile then he looks at you. You understand that he wants you to take it off. You put it over your head and throw it into the room.

He gently licks one of your nipples already hardened by the excitement and the air of the room then bites it lightly. The slight pain mixes with the pleasure and makes you moan even more. You are slightly masochistic but you couldn't help it.

You feel like you are on the edge of the precipice. Your walls squeeze Nanami's fingers even more. You moan incomprehensible things and tears run down your pretty cheeks. "I- fuck imcoming! Ken’ ken!-"

A few moments later, you cum like you haven't done in months. Your lower body trembles, you scream his name and cling to him and dig your nails into his broad shoulders. Your juices squirt against his hand.

"Ken! Kento..", you look at him still overwhelmed by your orgasm, your eyes whimpering. He removes his fingers from you and puts them in his mouth. He had missed your taste so much. Your juices taste like heaven.

"You taste so good.. I missed them. I'm sorry my love, I didn't mean to hurt you." His words were sweet in your ear. He removes his fingers from his mouth and a light trickle of drool connects them. It was so sexy.

He takes a handkerchief and wipes his fingers then throws it away. He completely removes his shirt which was half open. He is still as fit as ever. His torso seems even more toned than before.

"Do you like what I see darling?" He smiles slightly. You don't answer and look away. He lets out a small laugh. He removes the rest of his clothes. When he removes his boxers, his cock straightens up, patting his abs.

It's so perfect, big and thick and sexy veins all over its length slightly curved upwards. You can't even close your hand around its thick girth. You need your second hand. You love so much his dick.

His cock looks so angry like it hasn't been touched in a long time. His head is red and leaking precum. You want it in your mouth but now you just want his cock in you.

"Do you have any condoms love?" He looks at you as your gaze was on his dick. His fingers place themselves under your chin and lift your head. You shake your head.

"No, how could I have predicted that my ex-husband was going to show up and fuck me?" You laugh a little, you are sarcastic.

Your remark makes her smile. "That's right.." Her hand rests on his cock and begins to gently move back and forth. A vein appears on his forehead, that's when he's frustrated. So hot.

"Fuck me without Kento," you say. He looks into your eyes searching for any hesitation but there was none. You're sure. You couldn't stop there. You need him in your pussy, now.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" You nod, sure of yourself. He smiles again then his big firm hands turn you over to put you on your stomach. You reposition yourself as you wish.

Your ass is in the air towards him and your upper body is against your pillow. You feel the weight of his cock against your ass. You can't help but throb in anticipation. His firm hand rests on one of the cheeks of your ass and kneads it.

Nanami removes his hand and his two thumbs spread your soaking lips. His cock rubs against them. You're so wet that he doesn't really need any lube. He leans towards you and speaks:

"Are you really on, love? I don't want to make you uncomfortable..", his voice is low but soft against your ear. You nod shyly. You really want it. He understands and smiles. He gives you a light kiss on the shoulder and begins to enter you. You can't help but let out a small cry.

"Ken.. mh- fuck", your voice is weak and trembling. The intrusion was slightly painful but so good. You haven't done much in months, you missed it.

His big dick stretches the tight walls of your cunt rarely touched in months. Shit, the stretching was so good that small tears escape from your eyes. He starts hard and deep hip thrusts into you.

"I missed this pussy so much... you are made for me aren't you?" He pulls your hair back forcing your head to come out of the pillow. You are already a complete mess. Your mouth is swollen and red and drool is coming out. And your eyes are filled with tears.

"You are so beautiful, I'm sorry honey.. I don't deserve you. I was such an idiot.. shit." He seems sincere. He leans towards you and turns your head towards him and kisses you. He starts pushing into you slowly and picks up the pace.

The kiss is still as messy but passionate. You close your eyes and moan into the kiss as he continues these hip thrusts. On the contrary, he doesn't close his eyes. He looks at you and regrets even more what he made you go through.

You are so beautiful, you are his universe, his landmark in this world that he finds shitty and boring. He worked hard so that you could settle down together in your dream country, but along the way, he lost you.

He detaches himself from your lips. His lips stay close to you and whispers sorry to despair. You wanted to tell him it was nothing but that would be lying. He hurt you even though you know it wasn't his intention.

His hand slides between your legs and makes small circles and lightly pinches your swollen clit. Your walls tighten around him. The sound of your ass against his hips filled the room. It was such beautiful music with your moans for him.

"I- I.. nghh! kentoo I feel like Imgoing to…", you stutter without wanting to under the intensity of nanami. He is so wild at the moment but you appreciate it so much.

"I know love." His voice seemed deeper, almost hoarse. Your pussy is heaven. She swallows his cock without restraint and squeezes him. He feels that he is soon on the edge too. "Let's change position baby."

You nod and feel him pull out. The disappearance of his cock in you made you cry a little without understanding why.

Nanami lies down and makes you understand that he wants you on him. You place yourself in front of his cock soaked with your juices and you move back and forth on his length with both hands. You hear some deep moans escape from Nanami.

Your gaze rises to him and you see his face a bit of a mess. He is so cute like that. It reminds you of your first time together. A small smile forms on your face.

You finally decide to put yourself above his big dick and enter inch by inch in your tight and wet entrance. You moan at the sweet intrusion and Nanami lets out a grunt of satisfaction. Your muscles tighten around him.

After a few moments of adjustment, you start moving. Nanami places his hands on your hips and lets you follow the rhythm. Your hands rest on his big hard chest and caress it.

You move up and down slowly, feeling every pulse of his cock inside you, every shiver that runs up your spine. Your head tilts back as the cream between your bodies clings to you.

Nanami grips your hips a little tighter, groaning with every movement of your pelvis. His thumbs trace slow circles on your skin, as if trying to encourage you to go even faster, even deeper.

"You're as beautiful as an angel... I'm so sorry, my love," he breathes, his voice husky, almost broken by the mixture of pleasure and remorse.

His burning gaze pierces you, rekindling something inside you you thought was buried. It makes you tingle even more. You unconsciously pick up the pace, your clit rubbing against his blond hairs at the base of his stomach.

Nanami leans back and captures your mouth in a wild kiss, a mixture of raw desire and adoration. His tongue dances with yours, your ragged breaths mingling.

When he breaks the kiss to place light kisses on your jaw, you hear him breathe, almost desperately, "I missed you..."

You don't answer right away, unable to speak as your body craves more. You continue to roll your hips more eagerly, feeling his cock pulse, vibrating violently inside you. Your nails dig into his broad shoulders, marking his skin, as the wave of pleasure approaches dangerously.

Nanami, half-closed, looks at you as if you were his only reason for living, his hand sliding towards your stomach, down to your swollen bud, which he teassed with an almost cruel slowness.

In a whisper, barely audible so he wouldn't hear it: "Ken... I missed you too..." Your confession slips between you, fragile, like a shameful secret you wished you hadn't.

"I'm really going to... ngh- to cum... Ken—" Your body can't resist anymore. It trembles violently against him as the orgasm sweeps you away in a hot wave. Your walls tighten around him, squeezing with such force that Nanami groans, losing control too. You're squeezing him so hard.

With one last thrust of his hips, he unleashes himself deep inside you, filling you with his hot, viscous cum. A low moan escapes his lips, echoing in your ear.

You stand there, panting, your forehead pressed against his sweaty chest, your bodies still intertwined, your hearts pounding, unable to fall back down just yet.

Nanami runs a hand through your disheveled hair, caresses the nape of your neck with painful tenderness. He lifts your chin, searches your gaze, and without a word, he kisses you again, languidly.

The kiss is slow, desperate, full of nostalgia and everything unsaid between you. When he finally releases you, he looks at you for a long time, his thumb brushing your cheek.

You lie on top of him, his hot breath sliding against the nape of your neck. His cock, still inside you, hard, throbbing gently inside you, as if he refuses to leave you, to truly let you go. His hands continue to slide down your back, slow and trembling. A long silence falls, broken only by your heavy breathing.

"I- I want you again," he murmurs against your skin. His voice is hoarse, imploring. He pulls back and straightens slightly, tilting you onto your side without withdrawing from you. Your heart skips a beat as he repositions himself above you, his torso brushing against your bare chest.

His hips roll slowly, bringing his cock back, hardening against your thigh and sliding against your still-sensitive clit. A plaintive moan escapes you despite yourself.

"Can I? Please, my love..." His words are a desperate breath against your mouth before he kisses you again. This kiss is slower, more painful too. You feel all the guilt he's trying to stifle. You nod and suddenly feel him inside you.

His thrusts are slower but still just as deep. He wants to take his time this time. With each thrust is a silent declaration, an "I'm sorry," a "forgive me," that he didn't dare say out loud before. You feel his hand slide into your hair, tugging gently to expose your throat, where he leaves a trail of feverish, wet kisses.

"Why... why was I such a jerk..." You hear his voice break against your skin. You don't answer. You don't have the strength, but your body speaks for you, arching under his touch, welcoming every inch with desperate hunger.

Nanami presses his forehead against yours, his eyes fixed on yours. He slowly rolls his hips, keeping you both on the edge, just on the edge of pleasure without ever completely tipping over.

"I want you to come for me again... I want you to scream my name, like before," he moans against your lips. He pushes a little harder, a little deeper. A high-pitched cry escapes you, your body already ready to buckle under the pressure.

You beg him with your eyes. He knows that look, you want him to go harder. He's unable to resist you, so he speeds up, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more devastating, as if he wants to mark you with his love in your gut.

The obscene sound of your bodies mingles with your muffled moans. You feel your stomach tighten, your clitoris burning with the friction of your movements.

"Ken- phf.. Kento..!"

You cry out his name in a strangled moan as your orgasm explodes suddenly, almost painfully. Your body arches beneath him, your walls squeezing him so tightly that he has no choice but to follow you.

With a guttural moan, he slams into you a second time, gripping your hips so tightly you're sure to see marks tomorrow. He's come a lot, you can feel it. He pulls out, and you feel his hot cum leak from your lips and drip onto the rumpled sheets.

You lie there, bound, breathless, trembling, eyes closed. Silence falls again. A bitter silence this time, a little ashamed. Nanami strokes your cheek, his fingers trembling with pent-up emotion and hesitant.

"I still love you," he finally breathes, so quietly you almost think you imagined it. You feel a burning sensation behind your eyelids, but you refuse to cry now.

"Ken-... don't ever leave me again... or I'll kill you." You raise your arms and pull him closer. You snuggle against his shoulder without another word, listening to his warm but gentle breath. A small tear escapes you, out of sadness or love? You don't know.

"Never again. I promise." He pauses and smiles slightly against your damp hair. "Marry me again, please... Give me another chance. Let me spend the rest of my life with you, my love."

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