lazy, sleepy morning sex with toji, where you’re both still caught in that half-awake daze. he’s spooning you, large arms wrapped around your waist as his fingers dip between your legs, prying you open for him, already so wet.
he’ll grumble soft words of praise into your ear, voice rough with sleep, kissing the valley between your neck and shoulder as he finally pushes in, deep and slow.
you both moan in sync, quiet and soft, and his pace is gentle, his touch firm as his hands slide over the flesh of your stomach, below your sleep shirt, over to cup your breasts.
your head tilts back slightly as you move your hips back against him, struggling to keep your eyes open as both sleep and pleasure consume you. toji grips your thigh a little harder, squeezing as he thrusts deep enough to rock against that spot that’s got you whimpering his name under your breath. his cock always fills you so good in the mornings, every ridge pressed tightly against your walls.
and he always finishes inside. says he likes to watch his cum drip out of you, watch your pussy twitch weakly as he chuckles, spreading you open further to inspect his artwork.
you pull him by the back of his neck for a soft kiss, mumbling gentle words before you fall back asleep, the sunlight drifting through the blinds as toji pulls you closer to his chest.
oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breathe during smex!
sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((
“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.
“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.
nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.
he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.
one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breathe whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(
“baby, baby. breathhhe.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.
“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”
you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.
the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.
“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.
fin.
ᝰ.ᐟ bf!toji who hates seeing you cry until he makes you sob during sex ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
bf!toji who acts like nothing bothers him, but he secretly notices every little change in your mood. he knows exactly how sensitive you are and treats your feelings like something fragile, even if he tries to act casual about it.
bf!toji is the type to drop his tough guy act the second your bottom lip starts shaking. if you two are watching a sad movie and a pet dies, or if you just had a terrible day and drop your cup on the floor—he's right there. he won't tease you. he’ll just pull you against his chest, let you ruin his shirt with your tears, and rub your back until you stop crying. he genuinely hates seeing you sad.
bf!toji who is completely caught off guard the first time it happens. you’re sitting on his lap, wrapped around him, completely lost in the moment. one of his big, rough hand is holding your hips, keeping you close, while he kisses your neck and slowly moves his thick digits inside your pussy, finding a rhythm that takes your breath away.
bf!toji stops completely the second he hears a small, shaky sniffle. he goes totally stiff under you. he stops moving his fingers and pulls back from your neck, his dark eyes wide and worried as he holds your face. seeing tears running down your cheeks scares him a little.
"hey... look at me. what's wrong? did i hurt you?" his voice is rough and actually panicked. "tell me, do you want me to stop?"
bf!toji watches you whine softly because he stopped. you shake your head, hiding your face in his shoulder and crying out the truth: "n-no, don't stop... it just—it feels too good, ji. i can't help it."
bf!toji freezes, taking in what you just said. hearing that you aren't crying from pain, but because he is making you feel that good? a switch flips in his brain and the panic disappears, replaced by a huge rush of excitement.
⤷ nanami praises you to orgasm — ᨳଓ .
while your brain is frying at the edges, every nerve alight, nanami is asking you to do the impossible.
"cum for me again."
you want to, of course, but your sweat clicked body has other plans. no matter how much he grinds, fucks or rubs you at just the right angle, it's not enough to send you over the edge.
he's got you lying on your side, back pressed to him. his heartbeat is hammering against you in time with his thrusts, precise and controlled.
he notices the way you press your ass against him, chasing that high that's just out of reach. "tell me what you need, darling."
"your voice, kento." so quietly, so pathetic it's barely more than a whisper.
but he obeys regardless. pushing your leg up, his tip reaches even deeper, has your cunt gripping him in pleasure. "fuck," he groans. "there you go. taking my cock so well."
that has you mewling, head thrown back on a silent cry. the coil low in your belly tightens, but it's still not enough to send you over the edge.
"more!" you beg, chanting it over and over, brain clouded with lust.
"moan for me, darling. let it all out."
aided by his praise, you moan freely. your sinful noises echo off the walls into his ears. he joins you in making impassioned groans of his own. composure breaking, he hikes one of your legs up, hand gliding down to rub at your clit.
the coil grows tighter, threads of pleasure threatening to break into your peak. it's embarrassing how easily he can turn you on with just his words and that's exactly why you need him more.
"s-shitt, i'm close," you moan. one more thrust and you'll be gushing around him, ecstasy just out of reach.
"you need permission," he cuts himself off with a groan. "don't you?"
"yesyesyes— please let me cum!"
he shifts your position slightly, leg hugged even tighter against your chest and your face pushed into the pillows. the circles on your clit are smaller, sparks of pleasure lighting in your belly.
"cum for me, darling."
your orgasm racks through you without pause. toes curling, body locked up, vision whited out, you're at the complete mercy of it. you're screaming and creaming on him before you realize. through the haze, you can hear nanami groaning behind you, trying (and failing) to stay in control.
thrusts going sloppy, he fucks you through your orgasm, prolonging it until you can barely take it. "fuck, ken!"
he spills inside you, flooding your hole with opaline waves. for every tremor of your walls he's pistoning into you.
finally, both of you finish. rolling onto your back, his cock is free to slip out. his cum cascades out your sopping hole, sticking to your sweaty thighs. silence and the scent of sex hangs in the air for a while. right now, it's just you and him.
shifting to face him, you see he's already looking back, eyes glinting with pure adoration.
"i'll never get tired of your voice."
"same to you, darling."
Toji is soooo big
MDNI!!!!!
Something simple because i haven't posted in a while.
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You're already ruined by the time he gets the lube.
Three orgasms in, and your thighs won't stop shaking. Toji's still fully dressed—just his jeans unzipped, his shirt hanging open over that stupidly perfect chest—and you're sprawled across his bed like he's already wrecked you six ways to Sunday.
"Look at you." His voice is low, rough, that gravelly thing he does when he's barely holding himself back. He's kneeling between your legs, one big hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and you can't help the little whimper that crawls up your throat when you see it.
He's so fucking big.
Every time. Every single time you forget just how much he fills you up until you're staring at him again, and your body remembers what it feels like to be stretched past your limits.
"Toji—"
"Shh." He pops the cap on the lube, and the sound makes you clench around nothing. "I got you, baby girl. Gonna take care of you."
He slicks up his fingers first—two of them, thick and calloused, and you know where those fingers have been. Inside you. Making you come apart on his hand while he watched you with that dark, hungry look in his eyes.
"Spread for me."
You do. God, you always do. Your knees fall apart, and you feel so exposed, so open, and he groans low in his chest like the sight of you like this is the best thing he's ever seen.
"Fuck, baby. Look at this pretty pussy." He drags his fingers through your folds, collecting the mess you've already made—your arousal mixed with his spit from when he had his mouth on you, slick and warm. "So wet for me. You always are."
"Because you're—" Your voice cracks. "You're so big, Toji."
"I know." He says it like he's sorry. Like he's proud. Like he's both at once. "I know, baby girl. That's why we take our time, yeah?"
His fingers press into you, and you gasp. Your body opens for him, greedy and reluctant all at once, because you want him so bad it aches but he always, always has to work you open first.
"That's it," he murmurs, watching his fingers slide in and out of you. "Taking me so good. How many, baby?"
"Two," you breathe.
"Gonna need three."
You whimper, but you don't stop him. He works a third finger in, and the stretch burns so good you see stars. Your hips buck, trying to get away and get closer at the same time, and he pins you down with his free hand flat on your lower belly.
"Stay still. Let me do the work."
He scissors his fingers inside you, stretching you out slow and methodical, and every drag of his knuckles against your walls makes your toes curl. The lube squelches wet and obscene, and you're so embarrassed by the sound but you can't stop the way you moan when he curls his fingers just right.
"There she is," he says, when your back arches. "Right there?"
"Toji—"
"Yeah, that's it. Come on my fingers, baby. One more for me."
You're so sensitive. Your clit is aching, swollen from his mouth earlier, and he barely has to brush his thumb over it before you're falling apart again, clenching around his fingers with a broken cry.
"Good girl," he says, pulling his fingers out slow. "So good for me."
You're crying. You didn't even notice when it started, but there are tears sliding down your temples into your hair, and you feel stupid for it. But Toji notices. He always notices.
His hand comes up, rough palm cupping your jaw, and he wipes the tears away with his thumb so gently it makes you cry harder.
"I know, baby girl. I know." He leans down and presses his mouth to your forehead, soft and warm. "You did so good. But I gotta be inside you now. You ready?"
You nod, even though you're not sure you are. You never are.
He slicks himself up with more lube—a generous, almost wasteful amount—and the sound of his hand stroking his cock makes your stomach flip. He lines himself up, and you feel the head of him pressing against your entrance, and you hold your breath.
"Breathe for me," he says. "Breathe, baby."
You exhale, and he pushes in.
Just the tip, and you're already gasping. He's so thick, stretching your rim wide, and you feel every inch of the intrusion like your body is learning him all over again.
"Fuck," he grits out, his jaw tight. "You're so tight. Every goddamn time."
He pushes deeper, and you whine, your hands flying up to grip his shoulders. He lets you hold on, lets you dig your nails into his skin, because he knows you need something to anchor yourself to.
"Halfway," he says, and his voice is strained. "Doing so good, baby girl. Taking me so well."
You look down at where you're joined, and you can see the way he's stretching you, the way your body is struggling to accommodate him, and it makes you dizzy.
"Toji, it's too—"
"I know. I know it's a lot." He stops, gives you a second to breathe. His forehead drops to yours. "You can take it. You always do. You're made for it, aren't you? This tight little cunt was made for my cock."
The dirty talk makes you clench around him, and he groans.
"Yeah, that's it. You like that, don't you? Like being filled up."
He pushes the rest of the way in, and you scream. A real, raw sound that gets swallowed by his mouth when he kisses you. He bottoms out, his hips flush against yours, and you feel so full you can't breathe. Like he's in your throat. Like he's everywhere.
"Look at that," he murmurs against your lips. "Took all of me. Such a good girl."
You're crying again. You can feel the tears sliding down, and he kisses them away, soft and reverent, before he starts to move.
Slow at first. Long, deep strokes that drag against every sensitive spot inside you. He watches your face the whole time, reading every flinch and moan, adjusting his angle until your eyes roll back.
"There," you gasp. "Right there—"
"Yeah?" He grins, dark and satisfied. "Right fucking there?"
He fucks that spot, and you lose your mind. Your hands scramble for purchase on his back, his shoulders, anything. He's so deep, hitting places you didn't know you had, and every thrust pounds the air out of your lungs.
"That's it, baby. Let me hear you."
You can't help it. You're a mess of moans and whimpers and broken little cries, and he drinks it all in like he's starving.
"You close?"
You nod frantically. You can feel it building, that pressure in your gut, the way your walls start fluttering around him.
"Yeah? Gonna come on this big cock? Gonna soak me?"
"Toji—"
"Come for me, baby girl. Come all over me."
You do. You shatter, your back bowing off the bed, and you feel yourself gush around him, hot and wet, and he curses above you.
"Oh, fuck. You squirted for me. That's my good fucking girl."
He doesn't stop. He keeps fucking you through it, and it's too much, it's so much, but he's whispering praise in your ear, telling you how perfect you are, how good you feel, and you let him take you apart.
"One more," he says, and you sob.
"I can't—"
"You can." He shifts his weight, drives deeper, and you feel him hit that spot again. "One more for me, baby. I'm almost there. Give me one more."
You don't know how. You don't know where you find it. But he fucks another orgasm out of you, and this one rips through you so hard you see white.
He follows right after. You feel him pulse inside you, feel the hot rush of him filling you up, and he groans your name like a prayer.
He stays there for a minute, buried deep, both of you breathing hard. Then he pulls out slow, and you whimper at the emptiness.
"Shh." He's already reaching for you, gathering you up against his chest. "I got you. I got you, baby girl."
You're crying again. You can't stop. It's just—he's so big, and you feel so wrecked, and your body is humming with aftershocks.
He holds you through it. Wraps his arms around you and pulls the blanket up over your shaking body. His hand strokes your hair, your back, your cheek.
"You did so good," he says softly. "So fucking good for me."
"I always cry," you whisper, embarrassed.
"I know." He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "And I always think it's the prettiest thing I've ever seen."
You hide your face in his chest, and he lets you. His hand traces lazy patterns on your skin, grounding you, bringing you back.
"Thirsty?"
You nod against him.
He gets up, and you watch him pad naked to the kitchen, his boxers forgotten somewhere on the floor. He comes back with a glass of water and makes you drink the whole thing before he lets you lie back down.
Then he cleans you up. Gentle. Patient. A warm washcloth between your thighs, pressing soft kisses to your knee while you hiss at the sensitivity.
"Almost done." he murmurs.
When he's done, he climbs back into bed and pulls you against him, your back to his chest. His arm wraps around your waist, and his hand rests on your lower belly, warm and heavy.
"Sleep," he says. "I'll be here."
You're drifting already, boneless and spent, and you feel him press one last kiss to your shoulder.
"My good girl," he whispers. "My perfect, good girl."
helping toji work out always gets a little distracting. . .
“c’mon, you gotta count, doll.”
toji’s lying flat on the floor, hands behind his head as he starts another set of crunches. you’re sitting comfortably on his hips to keep him in place, but you’re clearly not taking your job very seriously.
every time he sits up, instead of calling out the next number, you lean in and give him a quick kiss.
“that was… um…” you mumble, tapping your chin like you’re actually thinking. “three? no… wait— four?”
he comes up again— another kiss.
“you forgot already?” he says, clicking his tongue after.
“…maybe.”
another crunch. another kiss.
he smirks, finally catching on.
“you’re not even trying to help me work out here.”
“i am!”
“nice try.” he raises a brow. “you’ve had me on the same rep for two minutes.”
you try your hardest to look innocent, but the smile on your face gives you away.
“i just keep losing count..”
“mhm.”
he comes up again, stopping just inches from your face before you can steal another kiss.
“if you want a kiss,” he says, that smug grin spreading further across his face, “you just ask, hm?”
“but this is more fun..” you pout.
he sighs, but one hand settles on your waist.
“fine.”
this time, he leans in first, stealing a kiss before dropping back down.
“…now count for real.”
“one..” you start counting again.
he sits up again— you kiss him.
“…one,” you repeat.
toji just looks at you for a second before letting out a laugh.
“…we’re gonna be here all day, aren’t we?”
how you like your men, dominant and submissive
one day toji was fixing your car, for what? no idea but you know he looks good doing it.
“done staring ma?” you snap out of your traze. “wasn’t staring..” “you were, what do you need?” he pulls something and throws it on the ground his eyes looking down at the inside of your car hood.
you shake your head and he smirks, “think someone is calling you” you hum and nod and flee from the scene to the living room.
it’s your best friend, you answer the phone. “hello?” “heyy girl, we still going to that club?” you hum and peak into the garage from the hallway and whisper. “yeah, not that we’re doing anything bad just.. keep it down.” you chuckle nervously. “toji gets jealous sometimes.. though it’s totally hot-“ “totally not.”
you scoff and roll your eyes. “whatever, it makes it harder for me to go out to party-“ “party?” you groan and hang up when you hear a deep voice, obviously from your fiancé toji.
“no..” he raises his eyebrow and walks up to you and plops down on the couch with a squeak looking up at you. “you leaving me baby?” he squints his eyes his voice deep, his lips poked out, not mad but controlled, he looks so—
you quickly shake your head then he pats his lap and you sit on one thick thigh. his hands rest on your waist “so why you going to a party, ‘n you not telling me bout it?” he looks at you up and down, slowly.
you wince and shrink down, your shoulders tense. “relax ma, I ain’t mad just disappointed.” you look into his eyes, then put your finger on his chin tilting his head up he’s smiling, black marks on his stretched out tank top which absolutely makes him reek of gasoline and on top of that he’s all sweaty. “why do you look so… good.” he smirks and raises eyebrow “what?” “like so.. attractive, when your being assertive, or.. or even fixing my broken down car.”
he scoffs and chuckles and then kisses your collarbone. wrapping your legs around his waist he puts his big rough hands around the nape of your neck pulling you down. your eyes shift quickly, though you’ve been together for over 5 years you still get so nervous.
“because.. I’m toji.” he winks and pulls you in for a kiss his other hand on your waist squeezing. you breathe heavier as he doesn’t let you pull back for air.
your lips sliding off of each other he tilts his head giving him more room to play with you. this kiss feels more like a punishment then just passion, even though his kisses are always so damn passionate.
you whimper and he slows down letting you adjust, making you think that you have control, your nails find his shoulders to dig your nails as you push yourself up further on his lap. he slips his tongue through your already swollen lips, sucking harder he wraps his tongue around yours perfectly not rushed, pulling but definitely not to hard.
your hands wrap his neck feeling his veiny muscular neck, that alone makes you moan. finally he pulls back with a loud pop! and a string of saliva following right after. you gasp for air and breathe heavily “f..fuck” your at a lost of words
“still wanna go to that party?”
you look down and shake your head, he smirks and you nuzzle your face in his neck while he’s rubbing your back. “text her and tell her that then.”
just how you like your men, dominant and submissive.
editors note: we like? 😓 draft has been rotting
©onlyfanfictions don’t steal my work i spend a lot of time on every single thing i make, i hardly have the brainpower to make it lol. no ai thank you.
dad!nanami & his tea parties with your daughter (slight suggestive at the end)
based on this request <3
you were called into the office today, which worked out well since nanami was working from home and could also watch over your four year old daughter who was currently playing in the living room.
he was sorting out his paperwork when your daughter let out a heavy sigh.
“everything okay, love?” nanami peered from his laptop to see what had her so conflicted. there she was lying on the floor hugging her barbie doll with a bored pout painted her face.
“i’m so bored daddy!” she huffs.
“that’s no good, what would you like to do?”
“hmm.. oh—i know! can you play with me?” she beams brightly. as much as he’d love to, his work wasn’t finished yet… nanami was someone who prided himself on following a strict routine — but surely he could make an exception for his daughter?
he looked back at his daughters hopeful expression to the paperwork that left him contemplating what his true purpose in life really was, and there was clearly only one right answer.
he could never say no to his precious girl.
“what do you have in mind sweetheart?”
“YAYYYY!” she jumps up and exclaims “um–um…let’s play dress up and– and have a tea party!”
“sounds good to me–”
“i need to put on my fancy skirt!” she cuts him off, already viciously padding down the hallway. before nanami can warn her to not run in case she trips, the inevitable happens. he watches in real time as she trips over nothing and hits the ground with a soft ‘oof’.
“I’M OKAY!” she reassures her dad by quickly standing back up and giving a thumbs up before running into her room. god knows where she has so much energy from, because it certainly wasn’t from him.
nanami decides to amuse himself and follow her to her bedroom, arms crossed as he leans against her doorframe to watch how she ‘prepares’ for their tea party. she doesn’t notice him straight away, too busy in her own world with shimmying her fairy wings and tutu skirt on.
she turns to her child-sized vanity mirror and clumsily applies her kids eyeshadow and lipgloss, it smudges across her face in the process but that doesn’t bother her one bit. she’s definitely reciprocating what she’s seen from you getting ready in the morning. nanami smiles at that, like mother like daughter.
“okay evewyone!” she turns to her stuffed toy collection on her bed, “we have a special guest at our tea party today so we must be on our best behaviour!” she somehow butchers the last word but the attempt was cute.
“special guest, huh?” she whips her head around at the familiar voice, only now realising her dad was by the door.
“papaaa!!! you’re here too early! i wanted to surprise you..” she pouts,
“i’m sorry..” he kisses her tiny hand as an apology. “but i must say, you look stunning.” she grins hearing her father’s praise, quickly getting over it by taking his much larger hand in hers and bringing him inside “okay fiiine, i do your makeup now!”
“my makeup?” he chuckles as she sits him down on her tiny chair, which he looked comically massive in.
“yes! you have to look your best for the most important tea party in the entire world!” she sighs like this should be common sense to him by now.
“of course darling, give me your best then.” she hums whilst applying the glittery pink eyeshadow, using the mini makeup brushes you bought her. it scrapes against nanami’s eyelids but it’s whatever, he’ll live.
“i’m gonna give you a lot of blush so you look extwa pwetty for mommy.” his ears turn pink at her casual statement as she smacks the bright powder into his cheekbones and nose.
“okaaay..all done! what do you think?” she shines her mirror at his face. nanami’s face is half pink and glitters.
“it’s…very nice..!” she giggles at his approval and replies with a confident “i know.”
“uhh- one more thing! close your eyes..” he skeptically follows, hearing her patter around her room before placing what he believes is a plastic tiara on his head.
“now open!” ah, he was right. looking into her vanity mirror, he sees that his daughter has the same tiara on as well. “tada! we’re matching! now we’re perfeckly ready!”
a few minutes later, once nanami helped to pour chocolate milk into the teapot and settle the toys into their assigned seats at the table, the tea party had began.
“princess mermaid papa the third, may you pour me and mr froggy some of your finest tea?” she adorably bats her lashes at her dad.
“of course, madam.”
“psst..say my play name!”
“ahem..of course, my queen fairy unicorn darling.” he pours the milk into her teacup to which she slurps with her pinky up, how demure.
having missed your family within only a few hours of being away at work, you decided to surprise them and come home early. on the way home you bought the basic groceries, of course including your daughters favourite snacks and nanami’s favourite pastry.
when you enter your home, toys were scattered all across the living room as per usual, but muffled chatter could be heard from your daughters room. you walk over curious.
“what are you guys up to? oh–?!” you’re met with the sight of your husband who quite frankly looks like a hot pastel mess, sitting in your daughter’s tiny chair with a teacup in hand. before you can even question his current state, your daughter jumps into your arms.
“MAMAAA! you’re back!”
“hi my baby! i came home early just for you.” you lift her up and hug her tightly.
“here love, let me take those bags from you.” he kisses your cheek and takes the grocery bags from you before you can blink.
ugh, what a gentleman you married.
“thank you ken– wait a minute. is that lipgloss you’re wearing as well?” you can’t hold back your laughter anymore.
“yep! i did daddy’s makeup!” your daughter proudly chimes in.
“wow~ he looks very handsome!” you wink playfully at him, giggling at the blood rushing to his already very pink cheeks. “and you look very pretty as well, my love.” you place her down and twirl her around for a 360 of the look.
“tank you mama!”
“why don’t you join us for our tea party, sweetheart?”
“i’d love to! i even bought our favourite snacks on the way home-” you scavenge through the grocery bags until you find what you were searching for, “aha! crackers and jam for the lady, and pastries for the…butler?” you tease, making nanami chuckle.
“why thank you, ma’am.”
“mama! you can be the maid!”
“aw man…not again..”
the rest of the day is spent with more roleplaying, your daughter painting everyone’s nails, and a movie marathon of the barbie movies whilst munching on nachos. soon enough, her bedtime had arrived. although she was at first stern on staying awake to watch through more movies, it didn’t take long before she was slumped and snoring on nanami’s chest.
“she’s out like a light.” he huffs, carrying her back to her bedroom.
“i think all those nachos got to her.”
“or her relentlessly running about all day?”
“heh– that too.”
when she’s tucked in her bed, you both take turns to kiss her chubby cheeks goodnight. now you and your husband finally had some time to yourself — not that you hated the time spent with your daughter, of course not. it was just nice to simply dial down and relax together at the end of the day.
you’re now laid back against your bed frame, nanami being the gentleman he is takes the initiative to massage your feet making you let out a pleasured moan.
“how was work?”
“boring. would much rather have my makeup done and enjoy a tea party all day instead.”
“only because she was bored, darling.” he attempts to defend himself. you hum, eyes wide shut in pure bliss, but somehow you could tell nanami had something on his mind.
you tap your feet on his lap. “where’s your mind at, hm?”
“forgive me if this is too much, but have you ever considered…another one?”
oh. you were not expecting that. “you mean..another child?”
“i…yes. that’s what i meant.” he looks away, a beetroot colour painting his face. damnit, he was feeling sensitive as hell today, and his face had no problem giving him away.
“kento…look at me please.” you sit up and move closer to him, clasping your hand in his and turning his jaw to face you.
“it’s just– i feel like somethings missing from our family. and don’t you think our daughter deserves a little sibling to play with?”
“i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t thought about it..but i think it’s something we need to bring up with her as well.”
“i agree, we can introduce the idea to her and see how she feels at first.”
“mhm! in the meantime~ why don’t we practice?” you tease whilst rubbing your knee on his hardening crotch. in all fairness, you were on the pill, so why not have some fun whilst you still could?
“you’re cheeky, y’know that?”
suddenly a light knock could be heard from your bedroom door. you recognised it as none other than your daughter, but what could she possibly still be doing up this late at night?
you quickly sat up and moved away from nanami “ahem– come in!” your daughter padded in, rubbing her eyes and clutching her favourite plush toy.
“what’s the matter, baby?”
“uhhh…i sick?” you and nanami share a quick look, one that says you know she’s most likely lying.
“did you throw up?” nanami inquires.
“no…”
you decide to bite and pop the question she’s probably here for, “would you like to sleep here anyways?”
“yes...”
you pat your bed “come on in then.” she quickly follows through and nestles in between you and nanami, not even trying to hide the wide toothy smile on her adorable chubby face.
“g’night mama!” she leaves a sloppy kiss on your cheek before turning over to her dad and doing the same “g’night papa!” she exclaims, now snuggling into her space.
“goodnight, my loves.” nanami replies, not forgetting to plant a soft kiss on your lips before dimming the lights, leaving you in the dark with just your thoughts.
yeah. you definitely had the growing case of baby fever.
𝓷otes: happy late birthday to my dadaman nanami 👅 hope this was okay i lowkey had a different idea midway writing for this that would’ve been more fitting for a birthday theme but let’s save that for next year 3rd july instead 🥰
waking up with husband!kento nanami on his birthday / sfw
malaysia…
kento could feel it so clearly, the sand between his toes, warm on the surface then cooler when his feet dig in. the smell of the ocean, breathing lungfuls of the salty scent. it all felt so real.
except it wasn’t.
except he wasn’t in malaysia, he was stuck in the underground of shibuya station instead. the smell clinging to his nostrils is the one of his own blood, exhausted feet constricted by the leather of his shoes— his trusty pair, the one that had accompanied him on his commute to and from his shitty workplace, the one that walked him into death’s hands.
“ken…? ken!”
he jolts up with a gasp, eyes wide an hyper-vigilant. his throat is parched, he feels like he can’t breathe in properly until— a hand. soft, feather-light and warm, resting on his arm.
“another nightmare?”
you.
kento turns his head slowly, your worried face filling his field of vision. the only face he had promised to protect, to bring away from all the atrocities of his life, to never, ever, let that expression cross your features again. but unfortunately, his tainted memories managed to tear through the veil of sleep with their cruel claws, plaguing his nights.
“yeah,” he manages to croak weakly. “but i’m okay now, please don’t worry. i’m fine.”
your knitted brows relax, just a bit, when his hand reaches for yours, grabbing it to bring it to his lips, meeting the skin with a gentle kiss. “that’s a relief,” you whisper, a smile finally finding its way onto your mouth. “because this day can’t be anything but amazing, ken. happy birthday.”
you lean forward to kiss him, and he welcomes it, eyes fluttering shut. he can hear the wooshing of the waves outside, the breeze brushing the curtains, the occasional bird chirping.
malaysia.
when you pull back, you notice he’s staring, whiskey eyes lingering on every inch of your skin like he needs to commit it to memory. you shake your head, ready to scold him. “ken—”
but he doesn’t let you, big arms wrapping around you to cage you to the mattress, the whole weight of the upper half of his body positively punching the air out of your lungs. “oomph…what are you doing!?”
his reply comes in the shape of kisses, lots of them, pressed in quick succession against your the side of your throat to tickle you. “ken! k-ken no!” you start giggling uncontrollably, unable to get the 6 feet grown baby off you, playfully slapping his back.
then he stops, all of a sudden, face still buried in the crook of your neck. “mhhhh, five more minutes,” he feigns a sleepy, almost whiny voice. you shake your head, laughing, fingers sliding up his back to find the short hair at his nape.
“fine,” you murmur, pressing your cheek to the top of his head. “five more minutes, but only because it’s your birthday.”
┊┊a/n. MY WIFI IS BACK AND I CAN USE MY LAPTOP AGAIN WHO CHEERED!!! also super quick blurb sorry if it's bunz i kinda forgot his bday was today
happy nanami day to those who celebrate 🌊✨
The One They Don't Know
Everyone expects frat Gojo to be the freak, but nobody knows that nerd Gojo is actually the biggest freak of them all. He just look innocent. But you know deep down in your heart, your boyfriend is not innocent at all. Wc: 2.9k
Dom!gojo, sub!reader, college au, p in v, unprotected, rough sex, dirty talk, oral (gojo receiving & you receiving), facefucking, pussy eating, fingering, creampies, squirting, spitting, overstimulation, manhandling, degradation, praise, and aftercare.
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Everyone thinks they know what Satoru Gojo is like in bed.
The rumors circulate through the sorority group chats, passed between girls who've never been within six inches of him but speak with authority anyway. They say he's probably shy. Too lanky to know what he's doing. The type who asks permission before holding your hand. They look at his round glasses and his messy white hair and the way he giggles at his own stupid jokes, and they decide: harmless. Sweet. A little pathetic, maybe.
You let them think that.
You sit in the dining hall while your friends dissect him over iced coffees, and you nod along. You let them call him cute, innocent, probably a virgin. You let your roommate tell you that you could do better, that frat boys who look like librarians are never any good in bed, and you just stir your straw through the melting ice and say nothing.
Because if you opened your mouth, you'd tell them the truth.
That Satoru Gojo has hands that know exactly where to go. That he talks dirty like he's reciting poetry — low and unhurried, like he's been saving up the words all day. That the same fingers that dog-ear his manga pages can make you fall apart in under a minute flat.
They don't know.
They've never seen the way his eyes go dark behind those glasses. Never heard the shift in his voice from honey to gravel. Never felt his palm wrap around their throat, gentle and final, while he leans down to whisper exactly what he's about to do.
But you have.
And every time, you forget. Every time, you let yourself believe the mask, too — that he's just your sweet, goofy boyfriend who brings you pastries from the campus bakery and kisses your forehead in the library stacks. He's so good at the soft version of himself that you almost believe it's all of him.
Until he gets you alone.
Until the door clicks shut.
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It starts in his dorm room, like it always does.
You're sitting cross-legged on his bed, scrolling through your phone while he fusses with his bookshelf, arranging volumes of some sci-fi series for the third time this week. The late afternoon light cuts through the blinds in golden stripes across the floor. Everything is soft, domestic, ordinary.
He's wearing that oversized grey hoodie you love, the one with the frayed cuffs. His glasses are pushed up into his hair, and he's squinting at a crooked spine like it personally offended him.
"You're staring," he says without turning around.
"I'm appreciating."
He snorts. Shifts a book a millimeter to the left. Then another. You watch his hands — long fingers, elegant knuckles — and you think about how those same hands felt on your skin last night, and a heat climbs up the back of your neck.
"Done?" you ask.
"Almost." He moves a third book, then turns, finally, and gives you that sunshine smile. The one that makes freshman girls swoon in the student center. "Miss me?"
"You were three feet away."
"Three feet too many."
He crosses the room in four long strides and drops onto the bed beside you, all loose limbs and easy grace. The mattress dips. He's warm — he's always warm, like a furnace under all that lean muscle. His hand finds your thigh, casual, like he's not even thinking about it.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Mhm."
"Tired?"
"A little."
He hums, and his thumb starts tracing circles on your jeans. Slow. Soothing. "We can just hang out," he says. "Watch something. Order food."
It sounds so reasonable. So sweet. You almost believe he means it.
But you know him. You know the way his thumb is pressing just a little harder now, the way his breathing hasn't changed but something in the air between you has. You know he's testing, waiting to see if you'll call his bluff.
You don't.
"Actually," you say, and you're proud that your voice comes out steady, "I was thinking about something else."
"Hm?" Innocent. Wide-eyed. The mask.
You reach up and push his glasses back down onto his face, just to see the flicker — the way something sharp moves behind the lenses before the smile smooths it over again.
"Take them off," you say quietly.
And there it is.
The smile doesn't disappear, exactly, but it changes. Curves different. His hand on your thigh stops its lazy circles and squeezes, once, firm enough to make your breath catch.
"Yeah?" he asks, and his voice has dropped an octave.
"Yeah."
He takes his glasses off slowly, folds them, sets them on the nightstand. When he looks back at you, his eyes are the color of a summer storm — bright and dark at once, with nothing soft behind them.
"Use your words," he says, and now it's not a question. "Tell me what you were thinking about."
Your mouth goes dry.
"I was thinking about — about your mouth."
"Good start." He shifts closer, one knee sinking into the mattress between your thighs.
"And?"
"And your hands."
"Where?"
Everywhere, you want to say. But the word sticks, because he's looking at you like he's already undressed you, like he knows every inch of you and is deciding where to start.
"Around," you manage.
His laugh is low, breathless. "Close enough."
And then his mouth is on yours, and you remember.
He kisses different when the door is shut. Nothing like the pecks he gives you in public, the shy little brushes that make people coo. This is a claiming. His hand cups the back of your neck, tilts your head, and he takes the kiss deeper like he's been starving for it. His tongue slides against yours, and his teeth graze your bottom lip, and you gasp into his mouth.
"That's it," he murmurs against you. "I've been wanting to do that all day."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because I like watching you wait for it."
He pushes you back onto the mattress, and you go easily — you always do. He hovers over you, forearms braced on either side of your head, and for a moment he just looks at you. Drinks you in. His hair falls forward, brushing his brow, and his pupils are blown so wide his eyes look almost black.
"Tell me what you want," he says.
"You."
"Too vague."
All For The Camera
Pornstar!Toji x Gf!Fem!Reader
18+
Summary: Toji asks you to join one of his streams so he can show his fangirls how he really fucks
Warnings: established relationship, smut, 0 plot, mean!dom!Toji, sub!reader, older toji (reader is like 22 and hes like 27..?), p in v, unprotected, on film, rough sex, dirty talk, oral (m!receiving & f!receiving), facefucking, messy pussy eating, fingering, kinda daddy kink like not really (he calls himself it like twice), squirting, spitting, biting, choking, spanking, scratching, creampies, manhandling, overstim, dacryphilia, degradation, praise,
Wc: ~3.7k
a/n: i literally have so many abandoned drafts but i keep writing new ideas instead of finishing them </3
This is pretty proofread but again im posting at almost 4 am so if theres typos its cause im about to fall asleep
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trueform!sukuna loves crushing you with his four arms <3 !
sukuna was an absolute menace when he was sleepy—and this absolute sculpted statue of a man, THE king of curses refused to fall asleep without his wife tucked underneath his chin, completely at his mercy and in his embrace.
it didn’t matter if it was the midst of summer, he would absolutely not fall asleep if you weren’t curled up in his arms, doing everything in his power to have the room cold enough so you tuck yourself between his limbs, your face crushed on his chest while his arms hold onto you like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.
he never outwardly asks you to cuddle or anything, just silently laying down in your shared chambers, sprawled on the bed, staring at you while you go through your nightly rituals of washing your face, changing your robes, eventually seating yourself at the edge of your bed.
he doesn’t give you even a moment’s respite before dragging you closer to him with his four arms, using them to flip you over and lay you down on his chest, one of his arms petting the top of your head while he places the gentlest kiss to it.
and before you know it his arms are circling your waist, pressing you into him—your body melding into his, your soft curves against his hardened muscle, your cheeks adorably squished between his pecs, and he’s all but fighting the urge to bite the fat of your cheeks.
his lower arms comfortably resting below your ass, sometimes squeezing the plush of your thighs between his rough fingers, the nails teasing your soft flesh, and sometimes just barely tracing the stretch marks that adorn it.
his upper arms crushing your chest into his, it’s almost as if he wants to fuse your body into his, to have you tucked underneath him, the smallest smile gracing your lips while his arms coil around you, tightening like a boa constrictor, mumbling something about how you’re too good to him, how he need to hide you away from the world and how no one deserves you.
the warmth of his arms tightening around you, his incoherent mumbling in your ears, one of his hands tracing down your spine, slowly lulls you to sleep, your face on his chest, his heartbeat steady, warm and everything you’ve ever needed.
now, who would’ve thought that the king of curses was such an adoring lover?
i miss my fluff. @yorikae @yoonsucks @6x-x9.
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
18+
Higuruma hates it when you’re not loud
hiromi higuruma has spent his entire career in courtrooms, surrounded by a bunch of old geezers who suppress their voices and emotions. He prefers it that way though, he doesn’t care about them, but he cares about you. He wants to hear your heartfelt opinion , he wants to hear your rants, and he wants to hear you scream when his dick is inches deep inside of your pussy.
“mmmnn..mphh” dick was so good you didn’t even realize that you were holding everything in, even your breath. He had you pinned beneath him, his well-toned arms caging both sides of your head and his body a solid heat against yours. His dark eyes roamed over your features like a starved man. He lowers his head down to your ear, in a gentle possessive rasp. “wanna hear my girl…let me hear you baby” His breath hitches and eyes close, savoring every inch of friction between you two. He was holding back on purpose, just enough to keep your head spinning.
“want me to go faster?..make you feel good?”
He felt your weak head nod against his chest and doesn’t waste a second. His pace instantly becomes faster, deeper, enough to bring out those broken sounds from your throat.
“agh!..nghh hir..oomii”
He chuckles at your incoherent sounds, eyes dark and intense as his dick continues to drill inside you. Hiromi feels you clench your walls down onto him, and a satisfied smirk curves his lips.
He whispers, his breath soft and hot against your ear “let go for me sweetheart, please”
Your back arches into his body and jaw goes slack, but no words form the orgasm that’s ripping through your body. Hiromi holds you fast as your back arches, strong arms wrapping around you, clinging onto your trembling form. As the after shocks of your orgasm continues to rip through your body, hiromi buries his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin mixed with sweat.
“good girl” he murmurs, voice vibrating against your collarbone.
He slightly shifted, lifting his head to look down at you. His dark hair damp, with strands falling across his forehead, and the intensity in his eyes softened to something more tender. His thumb gently brushed a stray tear from your cheek.
“look at you” he whispered, a faint breathless smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “just absolutely beautiful.”
slowly and methodically, he began to move again, not with a hectic motion from before, but with a slow drawn out motion, designed to drag out the sensitivity from your orgasm. A small gasp escaped from your throat and Hiromi quickly caught it with his lips, holding you into a deep kiss.
He thrusted into you one last time, burying his dick impossibly deep, with his body shuddering as his last bit of control snapped. A low messy grown tore through his throat, a raw desperate sound that no one else in the world would ever hear but you, as he came deep inside of you, his hot seed flowing into your core while holding you so tightly as if he was trying to become one with your soul.
Afterward, there was a peaceful exhausted silence and stillness and Hiromi collapsed softly beside you, pulling you into his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you again his warm body.
“Don’t hold back” he murmurs sleepily, tracing the pattern of your stomach with his fingers. “never hold back with me”