Synopsis: The Difference In Size Between Your Hand And Your Bf/husband's Hand.
synopsis: the difference in size between your hand and your bf/husband's hand.
character [separate]: Nanami Kento x reader, Gojo Satoru x reader, Suguru Geto x reader, Toji Fushiguro x reader, Sukuna Ryomen x reader, Choso Kamo x reader.
warning: cute, adorable, humor and love love loveeee
words: 2780.
Kento N.
The kitchen is silent, animated only by the rattle of utensils and the sweet scent of vanilla floating in the air. Nanami is focused, his large, precise hands kneading the dough with controlled fluidity.
For your part, you try to keep up with him, but one thing distracts you: the glaring difference between your hands.
You've always known this, of course. Nanami is a tall, firm man, and his hands reflect his. They're wide, with long, strong, and thick fingers. Only you know how effective they are in certain situations.
Besides, your hands seem almost fragile. You observe the contrast: his palm almost entirely covering yours, the difference in width between your fingers, the way your wedding band looks delicate where his feels massive on his hand.
Suddenly, he notices your gaze fixed on your hands and raises an eyebrow. "What is it?" he asks calmly. His gaze is soft on you. You shake your head, an amused smile playing on your lips. "Nothing, it's just... I feel like I have doll hands compared to yours."
Nanami looks down at your clasped hands on the counter. He studies them for a moment, then gently places his palm against yours. As expected, his own almost entirely encompasses it. He lightly presses his fingers against yours, curiously testing the difference.
"It's true, it's quite striking," he admits. He gently turns your hand, examining a precious object. "They're small... but agile."
You smile, rolling your eyes. "You make me feel tiny." He runs his thumb over your ring, an unconscious gesture that sends a shiver down your spine. His fingers, though larger and rougher, are surprisingly soft as they brush against your skin.
"Maybe I like the difference," he says finally. "It reminds me to always look out for you."
You sigh, crossing your arms. "You know, I'm not as fragile as you think."
A small smile tugs at his lips as he takes your hand and places it against his once more. He gently intertwines your fingers, the size difference even more pronounced.
"I never said you were fragile," he murmurs. "I just like knowing my hand is there to wrap around yours."
He finally lets go of your hand to return to the dough, but the contact remains imprinted on your skin. Even without his fingers wrapped around yours, the sensation remains.
You look at your hands side by side again, fascinated by the difference. And even though Nanami doesn't say it directly, you understand that for him, this difference is not insignificant.
Gojo S.
You sit next to Gojo on the couch, a little tired after a busy day, your legs tucked under you, trying to find a comfortable position. But before you can truly relax, you feel a gentle but firm pressure on your hand.
Surprised, you turn your head to see Gojo looking at you with a playful smile. He just had his hand extended, taking yours. "Hey! Let go of my hand."
He looks at you with a mockingly innocent expression, but you immediately notice the amusement in his sky-blue eyes. "Are you serious? Your hands are so small, I could lose them in mine. It's cute."
You frown, a little embarrassed by the remark, but he continues to look at you with a mischievous smile. You try to pull your hand away, but he keeps it firmly intertwined in his. "Gojo, seriously?..."
He leans slightly towards you, bringing your hands together to show you the difference. Your hand seems to almost disappear into his, and you find yourself, once again, facing this obvious reality.
"See? It's crazy how tiny your fingers are next to mine. It almost makes me feel sorry for you, babe."
You gently push him away, a little exasperated, but despite your attitude, you feel a slight shiver run down your arm with each movement of his fingers.
"I'm not a kid, Gojo."
"I know, I know, I'm joking, babe... But you have to admit, it's cute. And besides, that means I can protect you, right? I can hide you behind me if you ever get scared."
He squeezes your hand a little tighter, not forcing you, but enough to make you feel the warmth of his palm. You look up at him, a hint of red on your cheeks, but this time, you don't push him away. He leans a little closer to you, his voice becoming softer.
"I like holding your hand... I really do. It feels good."
Your heart skips a beat at his words. He's speaking simply to you, and you sense the sincerity in his words.
"It's true... It feels good."
"Yeah? That's what I thought. So I'll hold your hand, okay? No running away this time."
You look up at him, almost surprised by the softness beneath his playful demeanor. He squeezes your hand a little tighter, and this time, you let him, feeling a little calmer and more protected by his side. "You're insufferable."
He bursts out laughing, but you can see in his eyes that he's never been more serious. He really enjoys this silent connection between you, this simple act of holding your hand. And, oddly enough, you enjoy it too.
"I know, I know... But admit it, you like having a big hand to hold you, don't you?"
You look at him silently for a few seconds, and before answering, you gently tighten your grip. "Yes... maybe."
Geto S.
The first time you really noticed the difference in size between your hand and Geto's was one day when you were walking quietly together. It was a bit chilly, and without even thinking, you slipped your hand into his.
Immediately, his long, warm fingers closed their grip on yours, and that's when it hit you: your hand felt tiny in his.
Geto has slender but strong hands. His fingers are long and elegant, and when he squeezes your hand, he does so with obvious tenderness, as if he were holding something precious.
“Hmm… your hand is really small,” he murmurs with an amused smile, comparing your palms.
He spreads his fingers, inviting you to do the same. You place your palm against his, and the difference is striking: his fingers extend well beyond yours, his hand almost seeming to encompass yours entirely.
“It's cute,” he adds, slowly intertwining your fingers and looking at you with a glow of infinite love.
You look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Do you think it's cute?” A slight blush appears on your cheeks, a little embarrassed.
“Of course,” he says with a small smile, tilting his head slightly. “It reminds me how cute I think you are.”
His tone is light, but there's an undeniable sincerity in his words. You feel the warmth emanating from his hand, the contrast between the imposing size of his and yours.
He looks down at your fingers trapped in his and gently squeezes your hand. “I like holding your hand like this,” he continues in a softer voice. “It makes me feel safe. You're always next to me.”
You smile a little before squeezing his hand a little tighter in return. “Me too.”
Geto looks at you for a moment before lifting your intertwined hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss on your fingers. He doesn't need to say more. Through this simple contact, he lets you know everything he feels for you.
And you let yourself be enveloped by this gentle warmth, appreciating the difference in size between your hands. You find it cute too, to be honest.
Toji F.
It's evening, and after a long week, you're comfortably settled on the couch with a bucket of tenders. The enticing aroma fills the room, and there's only one last piece left, sitting innocently in the center of the coffee table.
You glance furtively at Toji, who seems to have spotted it as well. A smirk forms on his lips, and you know this battle is going to be about more than just food.
"I think this chicken belongs to me," he says in a low, amused voice, his eyes challenging you from across the table.
You raise an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh, really? I thought I was the one who called the shots tonight. I did order, after all."
Toji bursts out laughing, a deep, seductive sound. He reaches for the piece of chicken. "You know, I think we're not on the same page when it comes to chicken."
Before you can even answer, you reach out as well, trying to grab the last piece of chicken at the same time as him. But, of course, Toji doesn't budge. He grabs your hand with a jerk, and you feel the difference in strength in his grip.
His hands are large, his fingers long and firm. His almost completely envelops yours, making your hand seem so small in comparison. His thumb rests on the top of your hand, restraining you slightly, but not aggressively. It's just... his natural power, the way he effortlessly dominates.
"Your hand is far too small to compete with mine," he says, grinning, his eyes shining with mischief.
You frown and try to pull at the piece of chicken. "You underestimate my determination, Toji."
But the more you pull, the more you feel the difference in size and strength between the two of you. He doesn't have to force you to hold on, and you're well aware that even if you really want that piece of chicken, you can't fight his grip.
"Okay, okay," you finally say, smiling. "You can have that last piece. But you won't get away with it so easily next time, T-O-J-I, and I don't have a small hand."
Toji laughs again, but instead of simply keeping the piece for himself, he holds it out to you, a softer smile on his face. "You're even cuter when you fight over chicken with your little baby hand."
He watches you for a moment, and you feel his gaze slide down to your hand still resting on his. "Shut up. You're annoying me, Toji." Your cheeks turn slightly red.
With a certain gentleness, he drops the piece onto your plate, without any sign of dominance this time. You're cute when you pout, especially over chicken, Toji thinks.
Toji flops onto the couch, a satisfied smile on his lips. “It was fun, but we both know I’m the fastest.”
You laugh, taking a bite of the chicken he’d 'left' for you. “Yes. I can confirm… even in bed, Toji.”
He stares at you intensely, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Say that again, princess?” You knew he’d make you regret it.
Sukuna R.
Sukuna's hands are imposing, inhuman in their size and power. When he takes your hand, it's as if the universe around you shrinks. His hand, much larger than yours, envelops yours with a quiet mastery, a natural dominance.
His skin is warm, and the texture of his fingers, rough, contrasts with the softness of yours. But it's not unpleasant. Rather, it's pleasant, a mixture of respect and adoration.
He is your king, and you, his queen.
You feel small next to him, but it's a feeling you've learned to appreciate. In his hand, you find a protection that requires no words. Sukuna doesn't need to tell you he'll protect you; he proves it every day with his gestures.
He squeezes your hand in a possessive yet tender way, as if he wants to mark you with his presence. Even his presence can be felt from afar. “Your hand… It’s so small compared to mine,” he murmurs, his deep voice echoing in the air. His eyes fix on you, a glint of amusement in yours.
“But I don’t need a hand that big,” you reply, looking him straight in the eye. “As long as you’re holding it.” A smile forms on your lips.
Sukuna lets a faint smile play on his lips, a loving smile that sends shivers down your spine.
“You are mine. Even though your hands are small, they are more powerful than any other. For they belong to me.”
He squeezes a little tighter, and you feel no pain, just an overwhelming presence. Your hand is completely engulfed in his. You’ve never been so sure of your love for him.
He is your king, but in his gestures, you see the man behind the crown. The one who cares for you, even with his sovereign nature. Others might fear his hand, but you see it as a symbol of his strength and love for you.
“Sukuna…” you whisper, your heart beating a little faster.
“I know,” he says with a teasing smile, his fingers tightening around yours once more. “I am your king, but also… I am your husband. I must fulfill my duties as your husband now.”
“Sukuna!”
Choso K.
Choso smiles at you tenderly as he takes your hand in his. His long, slender fingers gently envelop yours. He watches you with gentle eyes, as if making sure you're comfortable, and a small smile forms on his lips.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks softly, his voice low and reassuring. He frowns slightly, worried about any pain or discomfort you might feel.
You lift your head and meet his gaze. The size difference between your hands is striking, your hand seeming so small and fragile compared to his. But Choso never makes you feel inferior or vulnerable.
On the contrary, he squeezes your hand even more gently, as if to protect you, to show you that he's there for you, without ever making you feel his strength in a threatening way.
“I'm okay, baby,” you say with a reassuring smile, giving your hand a little squeeze in his. “You know I love it when you hold my hand.”
He blushes slightly at your words, and you see his gaze soften even more. It's moments like these when his adorably shy side resurfaces, even though he's usually pretty quiet and reserved.
“You really are the most important person to me,” he murmurs then, looking down. “I always want to protect you. Even if it's just for a moment like this.”
The warmth of his skin against yours is comforting, reminding you how much he cares, even in the simplest of moments. He takes a moment to gently stroke the back of your hand with his thumb, creating a pleasantly soft sensation.
“I love the way you look at me,” you whisper back, your heart beating a little faster. “It makes me feel… special.”
Choso looks up at you, a shy but genuine smile playing on his lips. He's truly adorable, even when he tries to hide the depth of his feelings.
"You are," he says, his voice filled with tenderness. "You're special to me."
There's no doubt in your mind: Choso is, without a doubt, the sweetest man you know.
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There are many things you love about Sukuna : his piercing gaze, his cheeky smile, his way of speaking to you, or even his soft hair that you adore stroking. But if there's one thing you love most, it's his arms. His big arms.
It's almost indecent, the way they haunt your mind. Their volume, their shape sculpted by years of strength training, are both impressive and strangely comfortable. Your hands seem tiny when you rest them on them. Ridiculous, almost fragile.
You watch them in silence. When he lifts something effortlessly, when he grits his teeth and his muscles tense, when his thick veins appear beneath his taut skin... You want only one thing: to lick each of his veins, slowly.
When he lets you use him as a pillow. You slide against him with your phone in hand, and your head naturally rests on his massive arm. The contact is firm, warm, strangely comfortable. You could fall asleep in a few minutes. He grumbles a little, pretends to be annoyed, but you can tell he's not moving. He stays still, just for you.
Then there are the hugs. You demand a hug from him with a mock-authority, threatening him with your whims if he refuses. He sighs and calls you a child... but he opens his arms anyway.
And when he embraces you, it's your whole body he imprisons. You feel suffocated, crushed against him, surrounded by his strong arms. This feeling of being engulfed, swallowed by his warmth and strength excites you.
Sometimes, he doesn't say anything. He just holds you against him, his chin resting on the top of your head, his fingers gliding lazily over your back.
And in those moments, you can't help but smile. Because no matter how cold, arrogant, or asshole he is sometimes, you know he loves you and is only yours.
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The room is bathed in soft, luxurious golden light, filtered by the crystal chandeliers suspended from the ceiling of a five-star hotel. The hushed conversations, the clinking of champagne glasses, the elegant laughter of the elite…
Everything is perfectly orchestrated for this charity gala, carefully organized and sponsored by your husband's company, Nanami Kento.
You are handsome. Perfect, even. A long black satin dress hugs your curves, revealing just the right amount of skin on your shoulders and back. Your hair is carefully tied back, your makeup discreet but impeccable.
On your arm, Nanami radiates a sober, classic, yet irresistible charisma. Three-piece suit, fitted tie, impeccable glasses, and that calm, collected gaze, slightly tired, but still as magnetic as ever.
And yet… you're bored to death. The speeches follow one after the other, the endless introductions, the thank-yous, the emotional videos projected on the big screen... Everything is prestigious, honorable, but far too long.
Your Louboutin heels, so graceful at the beginning of the evening, have transformed into veritable instruments of torture. Every minute of standing is torture. You feel your smile twitch at times, your toes sending out silent cries for help.
But you say nothing. Out of love. Out of respect for Nanami's event. Because you know this event is important to him.
Nanami, always so attentive, notices it despite everything; he knows you so well. He glances at you discreetly between conversations, his eyes slowly sliding over your face. His hand seeks yours, brushes against it, gently squeezes it, and this simple contact is enough to melt your weariness a little.
"Are you holding up?" he whispers in your ear, his deep voice hidden beneath the murmur of the violins.
You nod, your smile slightly ironic. "I'm two seconds away from walking barefoot and throwing these heels in the trash, but otherwise, I'm fine."
He gives that rare little smile, the one he reserves just for you. The kind of discreet smile that makes your heart beat a little too fast.
"We can slip away. No one will notice."
"Are you kidding? This is your event, Ken..."
"Exactly." He leans in slightly, his warm breath sliding against your bare skin. "I've fulfilled my obligations. I gave my speech, shook all the important hands. I think we deserve a moment to ourselves. Don't you, Ms. Nanami?"
Your stomach tightens at the sound of it. He says it with such gentleness that you want to jump on him. You meet his gaze. And without a word, you understand. He's had enough, too. Not of these parties, but of having to share you with the whole world.
He gently leads you backstage, through a discreet door hidden behind velvet curtains. A deserted corridor, dim lighting. He walks in front of you, his hand holding yours, still with that natural elegance. But he's more tense.
As soon as he's sure no one is there, he turns to you, his gaze burning with something far less controlled than his usual calm.
"Take them off." His voice is soft but firm, pointing at your heels.
You raise an eyebrow. "What, my heels?"
He kneels in front of you without warning, his large hands sliding up your legs to grasp your ankles. You shudder. He slowly undoes the straps of your pumps, removing them with almost ceremonial care.
His fingers linger on your bare ankle, caressing it with a tenderness that contrasts with the impeccable image he projects to the rest of the world. "There," he says, standing up. "A little better?"
You nod, moved in spite of yourself. This gesture, as simple as it is, touches you. His hands rest on your back and under your knees, carrying you as if you weighed nothing. Your arms instinctively wrap around the back of his neck.
His hand moves away from your back and grabs your heels as he begins walking toward the exit. He looks at you and kisses your forehead. You look at him, smiling, and bring your head closer to his muscular chest.
"Do you know how ravishing you look tonight?" he murmurs, smiling.
"You're only saying that because I survived two hours of endless speeches?"
"I'm saying it because it's the truth." He kisses the corner of your mouth, then slowly moves down to your jaw. "And because I want to steal you, right here, right now. Bring you home, lie you down on the bed, kiss every inch of your body, and fuck you until you forget this horribly long gala."
"What if we don't wait until we get home?" you breathe, your voice tinged with desire and teasing. A slow, dangerous smile tugs at your lips.
"You read my mind."
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study sheet. nerd bf! gojo satoru x fem! reader
You stand at your desk, staring at the study sheets Gojo just placed in front of you. Each sheet is colorful, neatly organized, and decorated with little hand-drawn hearts in the corner. Gojo smiles at you, his glasses falling down his nose.
“Here, you’ll really need these for your exam this week,” he says lightly.
You take the sheets, a little surprised. “Gojo, you didn’t need to do that… It’s so cute, but I’ll manage, don’t worry.”
He stares at you for a moment, his smile widening. “Are you kidding? I did this for you, not to make you think you could manage without me. We both know you need these sheets… and me.” He let out a small laugh, as if stating the obvious, and winked at you. Is he still the same shy nerd you fell in love with?
You looked at him, pleased but also embarrassed by all the attention. He had put so much care into those cards. It was so simple, and yet so... Gojo. You felt both touched and a little guilty for not helping him even though you didn't know he had done it for you.
"Thanks, nerd. But at this rate, I'm going to send you to the exam instead of me, you're a genius." You laughed lightly, appreciating his gesture.
He shrugged, a casual look on his face. "I don't think I'll pass. You're prettier than me for anyone to think it was you."
You smiled, then without thinking too much, leaned towards him. The kiss you give him is sweet, a little shy, but full of sincerity. Gojo seems surprised for a moment, but he returns the kiss with a tenderness he doesn't usually show.
"You're an idiot," you murmur, pulling back slightly, a tender twinkle in your eyes. "But you're also incredibly cute."
He bursts out laughing, a flash of pride in his eyes. "I know."
He knows everything anyway.
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it’s you? nerd! gojo satoru x fem! reader
The party is buzzing around you, the music crackling in the air and the laughter of students blending with the warmth of the room. You’re making your way through the crowd when your eyes land on him. Gojo.
But this isn’t the Gojo you know, the one who spends his days buried in books with his head deep in impossible equations.
No, tonight, he’s totally different.
His hair is more styled than usual, his glasses almost forgotten at the tip of his nose, and he’s wearing a slightly unbuttoned black shirt, revealing muscles you’ve never noticed before.
He’s no longer the nerd from your quantum physics class, he’s become someone else. He stands by the bar, a drink in hand, observing the room, and when he spots you, a smile curls on his lips.
“So, are you here to enjoy the night or just watch?” he says in a low voice, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“Gojo? Is that really you?” You raise an eyebrow, a playful smile appearing on your lips.
He bursts out laughing, a deep sound that makes you shiver. “Yeah, it’s me. The nerd you see in class is just a variable. Tonight, I’m a constant… and you know constants are the most important, right?”
You laugh, the mathematical comparison taking you by surprise. “A constant?” you smile. “You talk math even outside of class…”
He laughs and hands you a drink. “Sorry, it’s the nerd Gojo taking over.”
He looks you straight in the eyes, his smile widening. “I’ve calculated everything, by the way. And this evening? It’s going to be… irreducible.”
“So, does that mean tonight, you’re not just a nerd with complicated theories?” You can’t hide the shiver in your voice.
“No,” he says, “Tonight, I’m no longer just a nerd. I’m ready to prove to you there’s more to my life than theorems and equations.” His eyes sparkle with challenge. “And you’ll be the proof that even a simple night can turn into the perfect formula.”
A small laugh escapes your lips. You’ve never seen Gojo like this before. “Alright, I’ll follow you in this equation then. Let’s see if your result is as perfect as you claim.”
Gojo smiles widely, his eyes sparkling. “You’ll see, Y/N.”
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"I want a baby, Kento."
Those were the words you said to him a few hours ago. Since then, Nanami has been plundering your devastated, drooling pussy with his big, thick cock and filling your belly with his white load.
He doesn't seem like the same Nanami anymore, calm and gentle, but rather the opposite, and you love it even more. Who would have thought Nanami would have to starve so much after your request?
He floods you with dirty phrases for your greatest pleasure.
"You'll make a beautiful mother to our children, darling."
"You feel so good, damn I can't stop."
"Cum for me. I want you to cum... our future baby will be me fucking you well."
"You're squeezing my cock so tight... Are you a slut, my love?"
"That pussy's addicted to my cock, milk me as much as you want, baby... fuck."
"Be a good wife to me and take all the cum I give you."
"One more time. I want my cum to stick deep inside your pretty slutty pussy."
After that, Nanami apologized so many times for being so rough and mean to you, but you enjoyed it.
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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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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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