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So about that smau I was talking about earlier, while I do have some ideas I feel like they're going to be too similar to other creators so I'd like your suggestions.
And just in case you haven't seen the poll it has to be a JJK AU. I guess I'll just check if I find an idea I like.
Bye 🖤💜
cutest little story EVERR
✮⋆˙ UNDER THE MISTLETOE
𐙚⋆°. “I’ve been running from the past ⼃ hiding scars I thought would last ⼃ they say you can’t outrun the truth ⼃ but here I am ⼃ trying to find a way to trust again ⼃ but the walls keep closing in ⼃ and I’m wondering if this time I’ll finally win.”
꩜ .ᐟ Itadori Yuji x fem!reader smau
Synopsis : A new school was supposed to mean a fresh start, but leaving the past behind is easier said than done. When Yuji Itadori, the class’s most cheerful and persistent student, takes an unexpected interest in them, the holiday season quickly becomes more chaotic—and more meaningful—than they ever imagined. In a whirlwind of festive group chats, late-night snowball fights, and surprising moments of vulnerability, they might just discover that some connections are worth the risk…
CW: mentions of bullying, social isolation, emotional distress, betrayal, mutual pinning, college au, suggestive jokes/ In general. I’ll add more as I go tbh
Status : Completed
Taglist : 17/?
ask on this post + I don’t mind where you ask !! 😋
Introductions ⼃ moodboards ⼃playlist
⋆.˚ ★ CHAPTERS : — Yuji’s Christmas countdown 🎄
⌗ 1 - New Beginnings and Old Wounds (dec 9th 11:00pm GMT)
⌗ 2 - Better people than before (dec 11th 16:00pm GMT)
⌗ 3 - Snow Day and Misunderstandings (dec 13th 22:00pm GMT)
⌗ 4 - Steps into the storm (dec 15th 22:00pm GMT)
⌗ 5 - A blizzard of questions (dec 18th 11:47pm GMT)
⌗ 6 - Shattered ornaments (dec 19th 11:40pm GMT)
⌗ 7 - Private baking session - a breakthrough (dec 22nd 22:00 GMT)
⌗ 8 - In the quiet between us (dec 23rd 22:00 GMT)
⌗ 9 - An eve of confessions (dec 24th 22:00 GMT)
⌗ 10 - Tis’ the season for love (dec 25th 22:00 GMT)
⌗ Prologue - new years special (dec 31st 22:00 GMT)
Sia here ! : FIRST SMAU SERIES WOOP WOOP! okay guys so this is gonna lead up to Christmas if you can’t tell but it’s gonna be a bit fast paced because obviously there’s not that much time before Christmas and I’m not gonna say I’m gonna post every single day because who’s doing that? Not me?!? Maybe I’ll let I continue on to new years if I’m feeling cheeky.
mysterious kisses at midnight | ch3: who are YOU
series masterlist
boring chap grr i’m going insnae
i wonder why he looks familiar🤔
taglist: @sahrii @fushiguruuzzzz @miiyas @anotherwriternamedclara @satoryaa @harryzcherry @lizbix @diearama @www-lilpeepismylifesupport-com @q2uq2u @rreveurdoll @xoxoblueyy @tibibibi123 @liliesofdawnnn @beaniesayshi @zayuriluvs @cloudxox @ermbehindyou @kazupop @lorisheaven @dazaisfavgf
ask/comment to be added!!
(I'm still thinking about the actual plot. I might do a poll on that too. Feel free to comment ideas)
"Babe"
"Yeah?"
"So hypothetically....".
"Don't start."
"If it were bring your girlfriend to work day..."
"You're not working with me. Ever."
MILES 42, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, SATORU GOJO, NANAMI KENTO, TOJI FUSHIGURO, CHOSO KAMO, Izuku Midoriya, KATSUKI BAKUGO, Shoto Todoroki, TOMURA SHIGARAKI, DABI, Mr. Compress, TANJIRO KAMADO, GENYA SHINAZUGAWA, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA, GIYUU TOMIOKA, KILLUA ZOLDYCK plus your favorites.
I know what you did last summer. (Pt.1)
The jjk men may or may not have seen your AI chats/fiction crushes
Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Toge inumaki.
A/n: sorry no yuta, i forgot to make his and I had to post soon so I might make it later and add it here idk.
I know what you did last summer. (Pt.3)
The jjk man may have seen your AI chats/fictional crushes
Ryomen sukuna, Shiu kong, Choso Kamo
I know what you did last summer. (Pt.2)
The jjk men may or may not have seen your AI chats/fiction crushes.
Satoru gojo, Suguru geto, Kento nanami, Toji fushiguro.
Jealous, are we? (Pt.1)
Syn: The jjk men got a tiny bit jealous....
Guests: Ryomen sukuna, Yuji Itadori, Megumi fushiguro, Toge inumaki, and Yuuta okkotsu.
Jealous, are we? (Pt.2)
Syn: The jjk men got a tiny bit jealous....
Guests: Satoru gojo, Suguru geto, Kento nanami, Toji fushiguro, and Choso kamo.
𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃.
◉ 𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚
(Forgive me. It's my first time writing NSFW)
Tw: overstimulation, sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, crying, comfort, mention of positions (vague) and a couple of other things lol.
𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨
A huge silent room was filled with the sounds of moans and the repeated smacking of the huge bed smacking the wall. "F-fuck... Baby... You're so cute when you're like this.." Followed by the repeated slamming of his hips into you. By the arch your back was making you would assume that it would just break after one more thrust. The entire bed and its frame shook intensely and the room was filled with a vague sweet smell.
At this point your legs gave out already and you were laying on the bed taking it with nothing but a few whines and an intense grip on the pillow in front of you. "T-toru w-wait. I can't-..." He followed this up with a chuckle. "Don't worry just let me take care of you..."
The speed picks up and all you can do is feel. Blinded by your watery eyes, all you can see is a blurry pillow that's drenched in tears. Your poor cervix being hit every single time and repeatedly getting abused by Satoru's huge cock as it thrusts back in you deeper and deeper until... "Limitless!"
The entire mood and atmosphere of the room goes grey as he immediately gets up and checks on you. "Baby, fuck, I'm so sorry are you okay?" You twitch uncontrollably as you keep your face in the pillow trying to recollect yourself. Satoru grabs some water and snacks before coming back to you quickly and gently putting you in his lap.
"fuck... I'm so sorry..." You sniffle and look up at him. "I-its okay.. I was just a little overstimulated" Satoru had a face disgust with himself before you kissed his neck and jawline before leaving a long kiss on his nice red lips. "'s okay baby I know you just felt good..." He looked up at you and put his self disgust aside and grabbed the snacks/candy and shot you a worried "I'm sorry" look.
"Break?"
𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨
"Fuck..baby, you look so pretty under me" You squirm under him as the thrust of his cock sends shock through your entire body. You were trapped under him with thighs putting infinite secondhand pressure on your chest while your feet hung over his shoulders.
" 'guru, wait- I... mmph!" Your whines were muffled by 2 long fingers entering your mouth. "Suck" Just then you followed his orders with little hesitation. But the more and more he thrust into your abused cunt the more and more your tears and numbness caught up to you.
The build up to your third orgasm was evident and it wasn't graceful. "S-Suguru!" He responded with a grin and even rougher treatment. "Overstimulated?" He said looking down at you. It was less of a concerned face and tone more of a condescending one. You looked up at him feeling like the pressure inside you was going to burst.
"Curse!" In an instant the reality had set in a few seconds late. He pulled out which made a small 'pop' noise. When he saw you gasping for air and clenching your thighs together. His mood shifted and he left to go fetch a towel. After cleaning up he put you to bed and let you rest after stepping out of the room.
When you woke up you noticed the soreness in your legs and chest was mostly gone and the fact that Suguru wasn't there. Confused, you sent a text asking where we went. "Y/N, sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to go that far. I should've stopped sooner, I'm downstairs right now and I got you food it's on the table I just figured you would want to have time to yourself after that" you could hear the guilt in his texts and that made you feel guilty. "No Suguru it's okay, I'd feel better if I were with you :)" "alright, I'm coming 🩶"
𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨
What a predicament to be in. Folded like a pretzel in the lap of your husband after a particularly rough day at work which led to the same treatment reflected in your sex life. Two large hands grip your waist and help you navigate up and down his huge shaft with subtle grunts.
"K-Kento-" "Quiet, All I need is another Hour" "that's the thing I don't think I have another hour in me-" A small pause was followed by a grunt. "Then I'll get my hours worth now" Restricting your hands and holding down your waist he thrusts up into you with intense speed.
It made you want to shatter right then and there. A growing feeling of sickness arises inside your stomach. "K-Kento... Wait... please" A giant hand silences your cries and the reoccurring hits on your cervix pushes you over the edge. Tears stream out of your eyes and your tongue sticks out of your mouth. "Overtime!"
His automatic husband mode completely overpowered his angry, tired, and needy personality. He took you off his lap and laid you down. "Honey, I'm so sorry are you alright?" You roll over to go under the covers with a shiver. "I'm fine kento, I just need some rest, please don't worry." Despite the alarm in his face he agreed. But he might use this as a reason for him to take a break from his sex life.
𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨
At this point you're questioning if you're even alive or if you will be alive when you're done with this if you'll ever be done with it. Right now, being rammed into repeatedly, you lay there just thinking about your decisions which is even harder to do when you can't even focus on something as simple as speaking and breathing.
"t-toj-..." The feeling of his cock slapping your pussy over and over again, making you drool. "Heh, y'r putting on a show aren't 'cha?" In return all he got was a mumble and some broken moans. It was evident that you weren't in the right state of mind when being fucked dumb on his thick length.
"t-toji, I- I can't... 's too much..." A low groan and snicker came from toji as lifted you higher and fucked into you faster and harder. The pleasure and pain evident on your face as you both looked at yourselves in the mirror. Sure it wasn't his favorite position but having you in a full Nelson made him experience an excitement deep within him.
"Damn it, Broke Bitch!" You hiss. "Well that was just mean, doll" he looks at you with a half disappointed and confused face and puts you down. Which you immediately fell on the floor, face first because your legs gave up. "Help me, Brokie" "Nah I don't think I wanna after you called me a broke bitch and clocked out early"
"TOJI on everything I love, you not being one of them, if you don't get me off this dirty fuckin floor..." With a sigh and way too much attitude he obliged. "Fine ya big baby" He picks you up and chucks you on the bed. "Clearly you're washed up" your eyebrows furrowed. As you took sight of his boldness "And clearly your broke ass doesn't understand the fact that I pay the bills in this fucking house and if you don't get your shit together you gonna be sleeping with that fuckin cat"
"yes Ma'am" with a smirk you accept the blanket given to you and snuggle in the big velvety sheets. "Thank you, Brokie Toji"
𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨
Straddling Choso was always one of your favorite things to do and he likes it too. "F-Fuck Cho! 's so good" "fuck.... Right there, Ma..." As you continue to ride him your legs slowly started to feel more numb. As good as it felt you didn't know how much longer you could bring yourself to doing this.
"Cho' I don't know how much longer I can keep this up" "Come on mama, you're doing so well..." Choso grips your hips tightly and continues to guide you on his cock. Giving you some words of support while doing so. Tears well up in your eyes as your body starts to give out leaving you to just silently cry for release.
Your hips crash down on his cock repeatedly as a nice silky white ring forms at his base. "That's it baby, just a little more...shit.." his grip only intensifies as he speeds up and gets slightly more possessive. "Cho' please, let's take a break!" "What...?" Clearly, he took that the wrong way which caused him to be even more possessive.
He wrapped his arms around you and thrusted faster. "Mine..." Choso was more terrified of you leaving more than anything so anything that sounded remotely close to a break up just broke him. "Blood!" The gears in choso's head stopped turning. He didn't even realize what was happening for around 10 seconds before he realized you used your safe word.
"Shit, I'm so sorry! Y/N, please forgive me!" Your mind was still fuzzy but you were still conscious enough to know that Choso was 2 seconds away from freaking out. "Hey, hey it's okay! I meant let's relax and take a break." You wipe your tears and his forming tears and you two just quietly cuddle and enjoy each other's company."
𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚
Even though you should be pretty used to overstimulation, this time is particularly worse because it wasn't just overstimulation. this time it was followed by teasing and it wasn't ideal because this time he didn't take it easy.
"c'mon brat, where's that pretty face gone?" Tears stroll down your face and cover your cheeks. Being fucked dumb on Sukuna wasn't knew but when he chose to be in his true form and in front of people, it was quite literally the worse experience ever.
"'Kuna... I can't.. 's too much-" like those pathetic mumbles were to do anything, the only thing happening right now that was different was the fact that he now seemed prouder in a way. Showing you off like a trophy for all of those lower than him to see.
"M-murder!" His eyes widened slightly as he came to a stop. Then they turned into one of boredom. He dismissed everyone before going back to you. "Brat what's the problem?" Trying to catch your breath while crying wasn't easy. It was even harder when he didn't pull out.
"Kuna, can we take a break, please?" You almost stumble over your words while trying to collect yourself. He takes you off his lap and places you on his throne.
"I'll tell Uraume to drop off some towels and clothes for you, when you are ready, come find me". He started to walk away leaving you with his kimono. "You know where to find me."
"thanks, Kuna..."
"...you're welcome Y/N"
✩*⢄⢁✧ ----.・。.・゜✭.・✫・゜.・。.・・.----✧⡠*☆
An: OMG ITS DONE. sorry everyone this isn't my normal writing style and I was also battling with myself about making it more graphic, I don't have a problem with that stuff but I have to get over the ick of writing it out. As for the safe words I didn't have them planned so I just spat out some bullshit. Ngl I actually felt a little weird writing it but y'know I ended up doing it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ good for me I guess lol.
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⏤͟͟͞͞✧𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱.
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 | s. geto
01; awkward silence
"oh come on."
here you were being dragged by your feet out of your dark (and rather comfortable) room by your fine, short haired roommate, shook ieiri. you could only emit a soft groan as you barely struggled to escape from the surprisingly tight grip she had on your ankles.
"shokooo! you're interrupting my shooowwww."
your whines seem to only elevate her anger because she quite literally flung you on the floor as love island reverberated off the corridor's walls.
"girl, you are so lucky I like living with you because I would've left so fucking long ago," her voice lowered to a mutter as she continued. "satoru, suguru, and uta are coming over later so," she eyed your current attire, a tired, worn out hoodie adorned with very noticeable ketchup, mustard, and butter stains on them, sweatpants that have most definitely seen better days, and a singular sock on your foot. "please tidy yourself up."
"yes, ma." in an instant you were on your feet and headed for the bathroom, not wanting to piss shoko off any more than you already had.
"good girl." you could hear her stupid smirk even as her back was turned.
꩜
after finally tidying yourself up, shoko mentioned that she was heading out for a bit to get snacks. she also said something about keys and uta and the door.... you weren't really listening as you were too busy catching up on all LI episodes you missed.
by the time you were done, hues of orange were peeking through your curtain. which usually meant it was time for bed but you supposed you'd stay awake for your friends' friends, or your friend herself , whichever came first.
a yawn threatened to escape your lips, so you decided to do something to occupy yourself. "some water should do!" your steps turned to skips as you eagerly fluttered toward the kitchen.
while filling up the glass with water, you lost yourself in thought. once full, you raised the cup to your lips, ready to relieve your throat of the partial dryness your were feeling.
chug, chug, choke―
a loud bang at the door almost landed you in the hospital.
"fuck." you spat out, coughing all the way to the front door.
"are your knuckles made of fucking steel? why are you pounding on the door so damn ha-" you cut your sentence short as you actually took a moment to check who exactly was pounding on the door.
suguru geto.
you'd seen the guy around, mostly at your dorm. but around your university's campus as well. he was usually accompanying gojo satoru, your school's friendly neighbourhood athlete. "wonderboy" is his official name.
today his hair was messier than usual, but like it was intentionally messy. his usually tied up hair was allowed free today, resting nicely on his very broad shoulders. if you looked really closely, you could see how split his ends were.
"his hairdresser needs to get fired." you were chuckling to yourself. while someone was at the door. you were making fun of them while they were no more than 10 feet away from you. you were cracking jokes while they were ready to be let in.
ahem.
"oh shit- um," your face contorted into some sort of half smile half grimace, that made geto slightly uncomfortable. "come in!"
after what felt like hours, you finally stepped aside, allowing the gentleman inside. you could almost hear him mutter 'finally' as he entered the living room.
"where's sho at?" at this point, his face was buried in his phone, no longer wanting nor needing to maintain eye contact with you.
"oh she stepped out for a moment. she'll be back soon."
"hm."
and just like that, the room fell into awkward tension. tension so thick you could pick it up and mold it, shape it into something as ugly and uncomfortable as this current situation was. all you wanted was for the earth to open up and swallow you whole.
it's not that you had anything personal with the guy. it's just that you both never had the opportunity to connect. yes, he was here often but that was usually to see shoko. and since you were either always boxed up in your room or simply not home, you never really got the time to really meet him, the same going for utahime and gojo as well. they were really just legends to you; heard of but never seen.
maybe you could break some of this tension, though. and so, to your future disdain, you opened your mouth and spoke.
"so how are your classes going?"
...
geto paused, looked from his phone towards you, and laughed. not an impolite, boisterous laugh, but one that still made you feel embarrassed.
"what's it to you, l/n?" his tone wasn't cold but still standoffish, as though that information was classified to the public. aka, anyone like you.
oh how you wished you had lost your voice that morning, or sewn your lips shut, or chopped your tongue off or-
knock, knock!
finally! you might as well have flown to the door the way you flung yourself up from the couch. you didn't care who was at the door. you actually would have been slightly grateful if it was a sniper or a bomb. alas, it was only gojo.
your smile wavered a bit, but you were still cordial with him.
the conversation with him went a bit better than the one with his counterpart given that he was the more easygoing of the two.
after a bit more small talk, you received a text from shoko confirming that she was, in fact, not on a flight to Jamaica and was on her way back. you took your leave, handing the white haired male the house keys to open for shoko or utahime respectively.
and with that, you headed back into the comfort of your room, very much done with today and the circumstances it came with.
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afterthoughts;
wattpad saw this first but the crowd is NOT THERE!! ugh. so I've decided to release it here too. idk y'all I just really like geto these days like 🤤 he's too fine. ok bye
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 | s. geto
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 /ˌ𝐩𝐚𝐫əˈ𝐧ɔɪə/ 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
you and suguru geto were from two completely different worlds. he was calm, cool and collected while you were weird and quiet. funnily enough, him and his friends were always over at your dorm because of shoko, the self proclaimed sweetest, bestest roommate ever. while they were always there, they were never there to you. they were more like background characters; or maybe you were the background character. either way, your worlds never collided, and you were somewhat grateful for that. you really weren't interested in whatever problems came with geto, and he didn't seem too keen on learning about you either.
general warnings!
⸝⸝ light/moderate cuss warning ⸝⸝ might be corny at times ⸝⸝ characters MIGHT be ooc (idk leave me alone) ⸝⸝ all characters, aside from OCS, belong to Gege Akutami ⸝⸝ any specific warnings will be mentioned before all chapters
you're now reading PARANOIA !
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01; awkward silence 02; 10:36 03; tba
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
words: 2737.
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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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
words: 2737.
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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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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Nanami always pays for everything. A complete pushover. The restaurant bill, your classes, your hygiene products, sometimes even part of your rent. Every time, he's the one who pulls out the card, as if it were the most natural thing to do. And even though he does it without hesitation, it weighs on you.
He often tells you that you deserve it all, that you're his priority. That he can more than afford to buy things himself. He says it with such sincerity that it's almost soothing. Almost. Despite his words, guilt whispers to you that he's giving too much and that you're taking advantage of it.
Every time, you thank him. With smiles, tender gestures, grateful 'thank yous'. But deep down, you have this need to give back even a little of everything he gives you. To show him, in your own way, that you love him as much as he loves you.
So you decide to give him a gift. Not something you buy, something you can find in stores or online, not something expensive. Just something personal, real, sincere.
So, you poured your heart into a handmade notebook, filled with photos of the two of you, of him, of shared memories. On each page, a little note, a handwritten memory, surrounded by sweet and simple decorations. You added a letter at the end, filled with your feelings for him, and a bracelet you woven in his favorite colors, delicately attached to the notebook. Then, a small bouquet of paper flowers, all wrapped in a discreet, modest ribbon.
That evening, after yet another dinner he paid for without paying, you went to his house, the gift in your hands. He didn't suspect a thing. When you handed it to him, he looked at you with slight surprise, then gently took the package.
He opened it slowly. His eyes scanned the pages. And then, a smile appeared on his face. One of those he didn't often show. A sweet, rare, sincere smile.
"You didn't have to do all that..." he murmurs, his voice a little lower with emotion.
You lower your head slightly, embarrassed but happier, your cheeks a little warm. "I wanted you to know how much you mean to me... and to thank you. It's not much, but it's all I did with my heart."
He places the notebook next to him and moves closer. And before you can say another word, he takes you in his arms. A long, gentle hug, his scent invading you and reassuring you.
"You make me so happy, you know?"
You smile against his shoulder, realizing it more and more, but you're so happy with him too.
"I should be the one saying that."
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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.
a/n: i luv sm arms its so hot but the back>>> wow 🤭 ⟢﹒ masterlist
pervert. nerd bf! gojo satoru x fem! reader (+18)
You're sitting in the study hall with Gojo, your boyfriend, studying for next week's exams. The atmosphere is studious, or at least it was until he asks you to re-explain a concept he didn't quite grasp. You begin to explain, focused, patiently detailing each point, but very quickly, you notice that he's not really listening to you.
You turn your head towards him, intrigued, and see his face red, his breath short. "Gojo? What's—" You stop abruptly, looking down.
You see him. His hand, slowly sliding over his straining cock, barely hidden under the table. Your eyes widen in surprise. "Bro, what the hell? Are you serious?"
He nods slowly, visibly embarrassed but unable to stop himself. You know he gets turned on easily, but this time, you're shocked. He's a pervert, but it makes you laugh.
"What put you in this state?" you ask, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
He looks at you, feverish, his cheeks flushed with desire, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose, and his lips parted, as if he's struggling to breathe.
"Your voice... You. Just you. I need you, baby... please..." His voice is low and raspy, filled with desire for you. He's so needy for you.
How could you say no when he's begging you with a face like that? You slide your hand under the table, down to his crotch, and the heat emanating from it makes you shiver. His cock is hard, swollen, the head reddened and already glistening with precum. You laugh softly, your hand molding to his shape.
"You dirty nerd pervert..." you whisper, moving closer to his ear. You feel his cock throb beneath your palm. Your hand continues its slow strokes along his hot length.
You feel him shudder beneath your touch, his fingers clenched on the edge of the table, as if he's fighting not to moan too loudly. The room is deserted, but the slightest noise could attract attention... and that's perhaps what makes the scene even more exciting. The thought of possibly getting caught excites you.
"You really have no self-control, Gojo... This is a study room, pervert," you breathe with a mocking smile. He doesn't say anything, barely moans, his pleading eyes fixed on yours. His hips lift slightly, seeking more contact.
"Fuck... your hand is so soft..."
You stroke him slowly, savoring his expression, his cheeks reddening and reddening, his breathing quickening with each stroke of your palm.
"Are you turned on just by my voice? I didn't think you were like that, gojo."
"It's... it's stronger than I can help. You're talking and I just want to take you against the table..."
He moans at the same time without holding back, his words making you shiver, and yet you maintain control. He's the one losing it, not you. At least, not yet.
"Shh..." you say, placing a finger on his lips. "You don't want anyone to hear us, do you?"
You pick up the pace a little, and he bites his lip, holding back a deep moan. You feel his thighs tense, his stomach tightening with the effort of containing himself.
"Are you going to come for me right now? Just like that?" you whisper, your eyes shining with desire. "You're such a naughty boy, Gojo..."
"I... I'm going to..." His words get tangled in his throat, feeling his release coming, but you abruptly pull your hand away. He looks at you, stunned, panting, his dick swollen and twitching in the open air.
"Did you think I'd let you come that easily?" you whisper with a small laugh. You stand up slowly, walk around the table, and kneel in front of him, looking up at him.
"Do you want me to make you come? Ask nicely... Be good for me."
You look up at him from the floor, your knees barely touching the cold wooden floor of the study room. Your hands on his thighs, your head slightly tilted, and that look, the one that drives him crazy. Gojo struggles to speak, breathless, his face half hidden by his crooked glasses.
"Please..." he murmurs, his voice almost breaking.
"Please what?" you whisper with a slow smile.
"Keep going... I can't take it anymore. I want to come. Please baby... please."
You let him stew for a second longer before leaning in. Your mouth just brushes the tip of his cock, barely grazing the hot, taut skin. He moans, almost too loudly, and you lift a finger to your lips.
"Shh... we're supposed to be studying, aren't we?"
You don't torture him any longer. You place a kiss on the glistening tip, then another lower down, before slowly sliding your tongue along its length, savoring his reaction. He tilts his head back, his hips shaking slightly. You swallow him slowly, with your usual gentle, sensual way.
He murmurs your name like a prayer, his fingers finding refuge in your hair, never forcing you, but pleading in their own way. You vary the rhythm, sometimes slow, deep, then faster, hungrier. He's on the verge of exploding. You can feel it. His whole body trembles beneath you.
"I'm going to... baby- ngh..." he begins in a broken breath. You don't stop him. You go with him all the way, welcoming him completely, without blinking. His body tenses, his thighs contract, and he spills into you with a stifled moan.
You stay there while he comes back down, before slowly rising again. You swallow hard because he's come so much and wipe the corners of your lips with a playful smile.
"There. A good break between two studies, right?"
He looks at you, still catching his breath, then laughs softly, still flushed with pleasure. He straightens his clothes and looks at your entire body.
"You're lucky there are people around." His voice is low and still hoarse. You shrug as you sit down next to him again, grabbing a sheet of notes.
"I'm always lucky. Can I repeat my explanation?"
"Of course, my love." He smiles at you and adjusts his glasses before focusing. On you. Obviously.
a/n: first smut of the series yummyyy 🤭 tysm for +400 followers ilysmm💗🥹
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There are days when your husband, Nanami, during a quiet moment, chooses a soft, intimate melody that you appreciate. Then, with infinite tenderness, he takes you in his arms, so strong and protective in a complicit silence, he guides you in a light dance, one step after the other, to a melody that seems to suspend time. He rests his chin on your silky hair and closes his eyes, letting himself be carried away. It is a moment of peace where the world disappears, where there is only him and you, and your infinite love for each other. Music and love intertwine in perfect harmony.
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Husband! Nanami notices every time you want something but don't dare ask him, even though he's always insisted you share all your wishes.
Husband! Nanami never hesitates to buy what you want, even if it's expensive, because he has the means to satisfy you for a lifetime.
Husband! Nanami at the end of each month, he prepares a surprise for you, just to see your happy smile and the little tears of happiness that flow when he spoils you with your favorite things. And especially, when you thank him in your own way.
Husband! Nanami picks you up from work, even though he already told you that you no longer have to work, that he'll take care of everything for you.
Husband! Nanami opens the door for you, and inside, you discover a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers, a Victoria's Secret bag with lingerie he's sure to blush in, a Pandora bag, a bag with all your skincare products he's carefully memorized, two VIP tickets to a concert by your favorite artist, and your favorite heels in a new color you'll love.
Husband! Nanami finds you in one of his languages; his love for you is infinite, and what you bring him is priceless.
a/n: I can so imagine Nanami like this omgg.. princess treatment princess treatment princess treatment😩😩 I so hope I find a man like that. ⟢﹒ masterlist
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I WANT TO POST SO MUCH BUT I HAVE TO FINISH THE OTHER CHAPTERS RAAWHH WHYYY 🤧🤧??
Okay. I wanted to wait a bit before posting a taglist, but no problem, I'll do it anyway! Just comment if you want to be tagged when each chapter is released!
VERY SHORT AND BIT ROUGH SYNOPSIS: You, a young peasant woman in the Shibuya kingdom, help the handsome, injured Prince Nanami without recognizing him.
If hating meant loving...
He hates how incredibly beautiful you are. Your features are so soft, so perfect, that sometimes he feels like he's looking at an angel.
He hates the way your eyes crinkle when you smile at him, a unique smile, reserved only for him.
He hates that smile that lights up your lips when something small makes you happy, as if for something insignificant.
He hates the softness of your lips when they rest against his, a tender kiss that makes him lose all reason.
He hates the way your hair blows in the wind, or the elegance with which it spreads on the pillow, forming perfect waves.
He hates the softness of your hands, which brush against his face with unbearable tenderness.
He hates the warmth of your arms when they embrace him, bringing him a comfort he thinks he doesn't deserve.
He hates the roundness of your thighs, when they wrap around him in an intimate, almost unreal embrace.
He hates the purity of your personality, the kindness that overwhelms him with every gesture, every word.
He hates the warmth and love you radiate just for him. You're his refuge without him realizing it.
He hates the way your heart seems to beat for him, even when he doesn't deserve it so much.
He hates everything about you... how is it possible to hate someone as much as he does?
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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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Nanami finally comes home after an interminable day. His colleagues were unbearable, his boss had foisted more last-minute work on him, the coffee from the vending machine tasted horrible... but the worst part of it all? It was the absence.
Your absence.
He had missed you terribly. You, his wife, his refuge, the only one capable of erasing the gloom of a daily life that was slowly killing him.
When he pushes open the front door, tired but in a hurry, it's your body he instinctively seeks with his gaze. And he finds you, on the couch, half asleep, bathed in dim light.
You are sublime. Your black lace nightie hugs your body like a second skin, so short that it reveals the base of your thighs, so thin that it hints at the full curves of your breasts. Your skin seems soft, warm, almost unreal.
You are there, spread out on the couch. He closes the door behind him, gently, as if not to break the magic of the moment. His steps are slow, controlled, but every fiber of his being already wants you.
He steps forward, kneels between your slightly parted legs, and spreads them a little wider, tenderly, with a silent hunger.
Your pussy is already wet, glistening, as if your body had anticipated his return. The thought of you waiting for him like this excites him even more. You are such a devoted wife, willing to satisfy him.
At the same moment, you open your eyes. Your eyelids flutter slowly, your gaze, still clouded by the torpor of sleep, meets his. You smile, surprised but pleased to see him, and before you can even say a word, he leans towards you and captures your lips in a deep, almost desperate kiss.
His hands, large and firm, rest on your waist, sliding over your bare skin down to your thighs. He caresses you like a hungry man, thirsting for you. His fingers linger on your warm skin, leaving shivers in their wake. He slowly moves up your stomach, his lips gently moving along your jaw, then your neck.
You moan softly, your body instinctively arching under his caresses. You place your hands in his hair, clinging to it gently, guiding his face against your chest, which he soon covers with feverish kisses.
He whispers to you how much he's missed you, how much he's thought about you all day, how much he's needed you.
You hug him tighter, your breath quickening because your body knows what he wants. Nanami devours you with his gaze, then kisses you, slowly, as if he wants to memorize every inch of your mouth—even though he already knows it.
He's not rushing. He's savoring it. Because he's waited for this moment, fantasized about it, and now that you're here, offered up, vibrant, he intends to make you come as you deserve because you are his beautiful wife after all.
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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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You don't know when you lost control anymore.
Perhaps when his almost unreal blue eyes lingered a little too long on your cleavage while you were changing the sheets on his king-sized bed. Or maybe when he grabbed your waist to pull you through, his hand sliding just a little too low, brushing the base of your buttocks. You wanted to believe it was an accident. Professionalism requires it. You gritted your teeth and continued your work. But he never stopped playing with you.
Satoru Gojo. Handsome as hell, rich as hell, arrogant enough to make you shudder. Your boss. The kind of man you would never have dared to touch given your 'lower' social status. Until now.
He pinned you against the living room wall, a predatory smile playing on his lips, before tearing you away with a wild french kiss. And now here you are, straddling his thighs, his thick cock buried deep inside you on the pristine white couch of his penthouse, soaked with your mingled fluids.
"Fuck... I should have fucked you much sooner, baby..." he groans between thrusts, his raspy voice rippling through you like a hot caress. "Your pussy... it sucks me like a hungry slut."
You moan, head thrown back, mouth half open, unable to answer him. Your back arches with the ecstasy gnawing at you from the inside. Each thrust of his hips makes you lose a little more of what little lucidity you had left.
Your pussy sloshes loudly around his cock, every inch of flesh rubbing against your sensitive walls, so deeply that you feel his head hit your cervix, almost painfully. Your breasts bouncing with each shock, your trembling legs barely holding up. His hand slides between you, his fingers resting on your burning clit and beginning to rub it in slow, pressing circles.
"Can you feel that? You're so fucking tight around me..." He stares into your eyes, a predatory smile stretching his wet lips. "You want to come all over my cock, right? Go for it. Let it all out, baby."
Your stomach twists with the need and his words, your heart pounds, your muscles tense.
And suddenly, you scream, your whole body shaken by a brutal, electric, ripping orgasm. Your back arches, your sex clamps down on him so tightly that he lets out an almost animalistic grunt.
He doesn't give you time to breathe. His hands grab you, turn you over, push you onto all fours on the sofa, your cheek pressed against the still-warm leather of your own body. You don't have time to protest. He plunges back into you with a single thrust, brutal, deep, and powerful.
"Look at you... my horny little maid," he murmurs, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back. His chest presses against your back, his mouth brushing your ear. "You're taking me so well. You were meant to be mine, weren't you, baby? Fuck... I could fuck you every day."
His words humiliate you as much as they excite you. You feel his pelvis slamming violently against your ass, his balls slapping against you with each thrust. His fingers wrap around the back of your neck, not too hard, just enough to make you moan like a bitch.
Your breasts rub against the leather as he thrusts into you again and again, as if he wants to leave his mark deep inside you. You scream, you moan, you beg without coherent words, your face glistening with sweat and tears of pleasure.
"You're going to make me come..." he growls, his voice raspier, deeper, like a plea. "You want my cum, huh? You're just a little container for my cum now, aren't you? Answer me, baby."
You nod frantically, panting, almost mad with desire. "Yes... yes, Sir, fill me..."
He grips your hips harder, pushes his cock into you one last time, all the way to your cervix, and unloads inside you with a long, throaty grunt. You feel it, his hot, thick cum, filling your womb, running down your thighs. He stays there, motionless, his chest pressed against your back, your breaths matching in a panting, exhausted breath.
Then a long silence.
He slowly sits up, runs a hand over your buttock, caressing it almost tenderly, and spreads your creamy folds.
"You'll have to clean this couch now, sweetie." He smiles mockingly. "Or maybe I'll keep you for... another kind of service."
You're unable to reply. You collapse onto the soiled leather, your body still vibrating with the jolts of pleasure, your pussy dripping with his white, slimy substance.
a/n: I'm not really a fan of gojo, but I had this idea that made both my lips smile 🤭 ⟢﹒ masterlist
It's your first day in Malaysia for your honeymoon with Nanami. He's prepared everything to make you feel comfortable. He would do anything for you, his sweet and pretty little wife.
He takes you to the beach with a folding chair on your back, a bag with your belongings and food in one hand, and a large watermelon in the other.
Your feet walk on the warm sand of the beach, and the embers of the wind caress your face and hair. Your pretty dress accentuates your curves and exposes your skin to the sun.
Nanami looks at you with love and admiration. You are so beautiful. He is lucky to have you as his wife for the rest of his life. His cheeks turn slightly red as he looks at you as if it were the first time.
"I can see why you chose Malaysia for our honeymoon." Your voice is sweet as honey, and your smile makes him melt. You are magnificent.
You look at him and say, "Dear, I told you to let me hold some..." To be honest, you were a little embarrassed to be carrying anything but your little bag, even though you knew Nanami didn't want you to carry anything.
"Absolutely not." He puts the watermelon in his other arm, takes your soft hand in his firm one, and pulls you to a quiet spot. "Come on, darling."
Once you're there and settled in, you sit with Nanami on your large beach towel. You rummage lightly in your bag and pull out an orange. "Do you want an orange?"
"Yes, please." Nanami comes up behind you, places an arm around your chest, and kisses your shampoo-scented hair. Your hand instinctively places itself on his arm, and you smile.
"Peel it for me." A low groan escapes his throat, and he takes the orange and sets it in a corner. You look at him skeptically. Is he excited?
His other hand slides slowly between your legs. His fingers caress your panties, slightly damp with anticipation. You feel your pussy throb at his mere touch, as if your body is responding without you even thinking about it.
"Fuck, darling, I want to make you cum on this beach for our first day of honeymoon. Do you allow me, baby?" His voice is deep and hoarse with desire for you.
"Of course I allow you, idiot," you breathe with a teasing smile. Your voice is low, barely above a whisper, as if the pleasure overwhelming you is already preventing you from speaking normally.
His fingers slowly tickle your clitoris through the fabric, and his free hand slips under your light dress to cup your breast.
You gasp softly, your body tensing under his caresses. He gently pinches your nipple between his fingers, playing with it while his lips rest on your neck, sucking on your skin and kissing it. Then, he pushes your panties to the side.
The fresh afternoon air brushes against your lower lip, sending a shiver up the back of your neck. He looks at you, his eyes burning, as if he wants to etch every expression on your face into his memory.
"You're so beautiful like this..." he murmurs, before sliding a finger inside you, slowly, deeply. You moan softly, unable to hold back the sound, but it could easily be heard even if you were in a very private corner.
He adds a second finger, curving it slightly to find that precise spot that's driving you crazy, and his movements become deeper.
Your back arches, your breathing quickens. You grip the back of his neck, turn your head, and bury your face against his shoulder to stifle the moans rising within you. He continues to stimulate your clitoris with his thumb, at the same time as he penetrates you with his fingers.
It's too good, too good.
Nanami, he doesn't take his eyes off you. He watches your every tremor, your every sigh, he breathes in your pleasure as if it were his own drug. Your pleasure depends on yours.
His fingers move faster now, harder, until you explode with a muffled cry against his neck, your body shaking with spasms, your hand clenched in his hair.
He holds you against him, supports you, kisses your forehead as you catch your breath. You're still panting, your heart beating like a drum in your chest.
"There, Mrs. Nanami... first orgasm as my wife, validated." He laughs softly, proud of himself, and you burst into a breathless laugh, still trembling but happy.
You pull away and turn slightly to look at him, your cheeks flushed, your eyes shining with excitement.
"Your turn, my husband..." you look at him and smile. Your fingers are already sliding down his fly. You're definitely planning on making him cum too.
a/n: It's been a while since I've posted, bruh... so here goes ^^ I'm posting a one-shot this week - about Nanami - so if you want to be tagged, lmk 💗 ⟢﹒ masterlist
Inspiration: https://x.com/yunonoaii/status/1901914370915119341?s=46&t=X-HaPE_HhJcar9ofo0IwiQ
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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