love me some aspiring dilf
★ Pairings : fem reader / Nanami Kento
★ Synopsis : Gojo and his students make Nanami a dating profile without him knowing. And he passes on all the profiles except yours, which catches his interest. So the two of you go on a dinner date and hit it off.
★ Content : fluff, humor
★ Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+, smutty/suggestive, light angst
"Okay, what else can we add?" Yuji asked.
"He's friends with the handsome Gojo Satoru." Gojo said, peering into the phone.
"—Friends with the handsome Gojo Satoru. Okay. Got it. How tall is Nanamin again? Gotta have height, it's important."
Gojo thought for a moment, "Six and a half feet."
"Okay! Aaand voilà; Nanami Kento is now online." Yuji finished up Nanami's profile.
Yuji and Gojo high-fived to celebrate their efforts.
Megumi looked up from his own phone, "He's gonna kill the both of you once he finds out about this. You know he's allergic to his phone."
"Hush, Megumi, you helped us commit this crime. You added the "bad at texting" part didn't you?" Gojo said.
"What — you added that!? I was just stating a fact, you idiots!" Megumi cringed.
What was the meaning of this? Well.
Yuji, Megumi and Gojo were worried about Nanami's recent gloom. He'd just called it quits with his wife a year ago, and only now was he really starting to feel the impact of heartbreak. Though he remained pretty stoic about it, Gojo picked up on his gloominess.
They decided that he needed to start dating again, to get out into the world and meet potential soulmates, so that maybe he could realize there are plenty of fish in the sea. Of course, none of them had been married. They didn't really understand that he couldn't just "go out and try again" after being married to someone for 5 years.
Gojo had come up with the idea of secretly making Nanami a profile on a dating app.
Oh boy, when Nanami found out...
"Satoru what the fu—"
"—You have sooo many requests just look through 'em at least! Promise me you'll go on at least one date, okay? ATTA BOY!"
"You're seriously annoying." Nanami sighed.
So he looked through the profiles of people who sent him requests. He frowned so intensely that frown lines formed on his aging skin.
He kept deleting request after request, barely paying more than two seconds of interest to the icons let alone the profiles. Nanami was thinking judgmentally about each profile.
Then his thumb stopped moving. He stared and paid attention to your icon when it showed up.
He read your profile.
YOU
Bio : I like reading. Dilf-enjoyer. Need a beach vacation that lasts the rest of my life. 🥲 My friends forced me to make a profile.
Then he looked at your profile icon closer, zooming in on your face. You weren't smiling in the picture.
Gojo peered over and opened his big mouth;
"Ah, not her — she looks like a party pooper with that kinda frown."
A frown. He accepted your request. Gojo seemed totally confused.
Your phone buzzed.
↳ NANAMI KENTO ACCEPTED YOUR REQUEST
↳ 1 NEW MESSAGE FROM NANAMI KENTO
Kento : Hello. How are you. Sorry about the weird profile description. My annoying friend Gojo and his students made this profile without my knowledge.
You scrunch your face in confusion and laugh. You've just finished your nightly routine and stroked lotion on your freshly shaven legs when you receive this message from Nanami.
He waits, tapping his foot on the cold kitchen floor as he drinks a glass of wine — languidly and sophisticatedly.
You : haha it's no problem. why did you accept my request?
Kento : I don't know. I liked the fact you were frowning in your profile picture. It resonated with me.
You : 😂 oh thanks. love that
Kento : What about you? Why did you send me a request?
You : your description was a perfect match so my friend sent the request.
Kento : Same friend who made you make this profile?
You : yeah 😭 to be fair tho... we do match. we're practically made for each other.
Kento : Yup. "Aspiring dilf" and "dilf-enjoyer". Legendary romance in the making.
You and Nanami kept talking... huh. Go figure.
An hour and a half went by without Nanami even realizing — he was texting, something he genuinely hated doing and only ever did out of necessity for work. And usually he ignored messages from friends, especially that idiot Gojo.
But Nanami wandered around his penthouse, texting you, chuckling to himself and smiling at your texts until his dimples and smile lines showed up.
You : alright then. see you tomorrow at 5:30 pm yes? you can cancel if you change your mind or don't feel well.
Kento : Yes sure. Same to you. Don't feel pressured.
You both said goodnights... but then talked a little more.
Then another hour later, Nanami finally got into bed.
He slipped into the silky, satin sheets after completing his nightly routine. His was a little different to yours — he had no interest in skincare so that part was entirely neglected. You'd talked to him about your routine.
Nanami thought as he stared at the ceiling; maybe she can introduce me to some magic products that take away these dark circles.
Usually when he falls asleep, he thinks about all the problems in his life and all the pending, imminent work that he has to complete the next day. Even if it was the weekend coming, or a holiday, nothing cured his need to work. Gojo called him a workaholic, but that wasn't entirely true. Deep down, Nanami really just needed that big vacation.
And the date with you was like a type of vacation.
Now, listen, when he first saw you standing there waiting for him in the slight drizzle, his gentleman guilt ate him up.
"I'm so sorry. The traffic wouldn't budge." he apologized immediately. "Get inside, you'll get sick."
This man was by far the biggest gentleman you'd ever met. Before even saying hello, he already showed care by steering you out of the rain.
You sat across from him, and easing into the conversation was awkward — because he tried to break the ice by asking you which books you enjoyed reading, and you replied honestly.
"I uh... so do you know this app?" you pulled out your phone, giggling, "I read on here. Usually smut."
"What's smut?" he asked.
You burst out laughing, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world to tell this to someone you'd just met. He got your humor, although it confused him — what's smut? You didn't explain. He figured it out for himself.
Well, the ice was certainly broken.
The two of you talked over a bottle of wine. The night deepened. You felt a bit out of place in this fancy restaurant. No other men had taken you to such an exquisite place before.
"What music do you listen to?" you asked conversationally.
"Uh," he thought for a moment, "Lots of Billie Holiday. Does that make me sound like an old man?" he chuckled awkwardly.
"Not at all." you replied.
"I just like relaxing to that music." he said.
"What else? Any music that isn't from the dinosaur age?" you asked.
There's a slightly flirty edge in your voice that he picks up on. He doesn't know what to do. He tries to sound flirty back.
"Hey now don't be rude... I'm still in my twenties."
"In your twenties... and you enjoy dinosaur music." you teased.
You pulled out his first smile of the night. His smile lines and subtle dimples showed up.
He got the hang of flirting. It had been a while, so it took some easing into. He hadn't been romantic since... well. You know.
"So, you're divorced?" you asked sensitively.
"Yeah. Have been for a year now." he nods.
He started circling his thumb on the rim of his wine glass. He couldn't meet your gaze — your eyes made him feel entranced.
"Do you mind if I pry?" you asked. "I just want to know why it didn't work out. I mean, personally, I'm scared of marriage and I don't think I'll ever tie the knot with anyone."
Nanami chuckled, "Scared of marriage? I understand. If I could offer you any advice for getting ready to marry... I'd say choose your men like you'd choose wine." he advised.
Then he continued, "Anyways, she cheated on me. I mean, I saw it coming and I could have ended it sooner so I don't know why I held on for so long and talked it out with her. I think I just wanted to believe that the one I loved wasn't a bad person. But she was."
"Oh. That's heavy. Are you doing okay?" you asked.
Nanami finally looked up at you and made lingering eye contact.
"Nothing wine can't fix — kidding. I'm doing my best. I mean, truthfully, if it weren't for my work to keep me busy I think I'd just sulk around the house in my slippers." he said.
"You shouldn't sulk in your slippers, you should sink your feet into sand." you said. "Get that vacation in Malaysia."
His mouth spread into a dimply smile at this.
"Well, if I go on vacation, I feel it would be right to bring you with. As attractive as you look with a frow, I'd like to see you smiling." he said.
Your cheeks warmed up. "Gee, I'd love to go on a vacation with you... but I've only just met you. What if you're a serial killer?"
He chuckled, "I work a nine to five job and listen to Billie Holiday. Does that spell "serial killer" to you?" he asked rhetorically.
"Maybe." you joked, "I'm sure lots of serial killers work nine to five jobs and listen to Billie Holiday."
He laughed again. You admired his dimples. Suddenly, you remembered something funny about his profile.
"So, what about that "aspiring dilf" part of your bio?" you asked humorously.
"Oh, are you intrigued by that?" he flirted, "I'm sure it was my friend Gojo who added that. I swear, I mentioned to him just once that I wanted to have a family, and he interpreted me as an... "aspiring dilf"."
Your lips curled into a smirking smile that made Nanami's stomach muscles tense up.
"Well if it counts, I like the process of baby making. Don't know about having a huge family, though." you said.
Nanami blinked and became completely flustered by what you had said. He was taking a sip of wine and nearly choked on it.
"Good to know." he replied. "Can't say I feel the same about the process of baby making, though."
"Why is that?" you asked.
You and Nanami talked about sex over dessert. He distractedly nibbled on his tiramisu.
"... my first times for everything were really awkward. Not bad. Just jarringly awkward. And then with my wife, she seemed a bit disappointed in me for not being sexually inclined. Probably part of the reason she went off with my co-worker, you know."
You listened to him, and he was thrilled to feel so at ease. It was just the first date and yet he could be so raw with you.
"Well, my first time was awful." you reminisced, then went on to talk about your first times.
Nanami nodded slowly, then spoke up, "Maybe you just needed a more experienced man to take care of you properly."
You squeezed your thighs together tighter and felt your skin flush hot.
"Maybe. Do you know a guy?" you joked flirtatiously.
Nanami smiled bashfully. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be too forward there."
"Not at all. I'd love to try with an experienced man who knows how to treat me right." you murmured.
You leaned over the table, looking up into his eyes.
Nanami reciprocated your sultriness. His heart was beating faster, and he stopped eating his tiramisu.
"... how do you want to be treated?" he asked.
"... well, I'd love a strong gentleman to grab me by the hair... and give me his babies."
Nanami's breath hitched. He had a tent forming in his pants, his cock was squished against his inner thigh getting longer as it got harder.
"... I think I can do that." he replied breathlessly.
He felt a small shiver when you brought your hand up to his cheek to caress it. Just that small touch sparked so much inside him.
By the time he paid the bill, his boner was calming down. But when you said goodbye to him and caught your taxi, you did something that made his cock stiffen again.
You got on your tiptoes and planted an appreciative kiss on his dimple.
"Thank you for showing me a good time." you murmured into his ear.
He swallowed hard, "Of course... thank you for being good company."
"Mhm. Look forward to keeping you company again."
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This was a absolute need since my Valentine's sucked ugh this made me feel so so sooooo much better keep up the amazing work!
mornings with your husband are always fun but the one after valentines is rather eventful!
playful banter, flashbacks to heavy smut, chubby reiner, plus size black reader, mentions of anal play/toys, breeding, squirting and other slutty tings, daddy’s used, reiner being aggravating as hell 😭
word count: 1.6K
📝: goes without saying but this is so self indulgent bc why not? I need him biblically, carnally and physically. I also need to engage in hand to hand combat with him one good time.
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the scene was a chaotic one..a messy one indeed!..
once crispy white sheets strewn about the floor, pillows tossed to the wayside. Expensive clothing with designer tags torn to shreds as they lie in a pile in the corner near the nightstand. All a result of one thing or rather..one person in particular.
“Mmm, good morning, sugar. You look beautiful—“
“Mm, good morning to you too, sir.”
two very starkly contrasting reactions from a couple who shared equal blame in this very erratic mess that was the master bedroom of your two story ranch home. You stood before the bathroom mirror, silk robe tied around your body to match the bonnet atop your head..plumpness swaying with each step underneath as you picked at your face. Examining the aftermath of last night’s wild antics. It was Valentine's Day and to say it was your most eventful yet would be a gross understatement. Dinner in the city, giant bouquets of roses, a night at the theater, lavish gifts provided by your doting husband and of course…intense, filthy love making to end the evening. You couldn’t have asked for a more ideal night. However, you had felt the effects of what transpired and saw them too.
“What’s with the grumpy face? Why do you sound like that?” The thick country accent spouted before it was quickly overcome with loud cackling as he doubled over into the sheets. The doting husband in question was none other than Reiner Braun. Retired NFL star turned rancher and the source of your early morning headache. That was the beauty of marriage. Having that one person you could not live without but definitely could use a day or two of break away from them! And this man was no exception to the rule. “I don’t know, you tell me! You must know since you’re laughing so damn hard.” Already, he had worked you into a tizzy and you hadn’t been awake more than ten minutes at this point. Getting up to relieve yourself and examine the damage he had done. You had lash extensions that had seemed to sweat out, a slight indentation in your neck from the collar you so quickly allowed him to place around your neck and your hair? God only knew what bird’s nest was underneath this bonnet. You could’ve killed him for his little cacklefest and making light of your very distressed condition. But truthfully, you had no one else to blame but yourself. Truth was, you two brought out the absolute worst in one another. Not by way of toxic behaviors or tumultuous fights but your filthy desires. Things that you would’ve never tried or even thought of prior to meeting each other in the bedroom, all manifested once you were together. Sexual fantasies beyond anyone’s comprehension and your dirtiest secrets all shared right here. You let it all happen and consequences be damned. Enjoying each other in such carnal ways, often led to things like this transpiring and Reiner found it more and more amusing each time.
“Just pull it off, I’m sure it’s not that bad. I bet you look adorable.” “Oh, kiss my ass, Reiner! You know my hair is messed up and you’re to blame.” Shouting at your husband as he tried to conceal his laughter behind a pillow because he had already caught a glimpse of your very altered state and decided to commentate the occasion with a photo of you all disheveled; hair tousled like that of a rooster, one breast dangling from your tank top and drool coming from your mouth as you slept set to his Lock Screen..needless to say, you were not moved! “Oh it’s defintely fucked up. But ya’ look so cute! And your tits?..look amazing.” Which was of little consolation to you! But just how had this insane night come to pass? Well, you guys could only attribute it to one thing..
“Right there, baby? C’mon..moan for me.”
“Yes! Right there, take it! Fuck..”
loud, rambunctious movements sounded off from beyond the walls of your bedroom. The heavy headboard smacking against the wall as your husband’s rough hands grasped at it for leverage. Holding himself steady as he slammed into you repeatedly. Consistently deep yet sporadic thrusts filled your core with no plans to cease anytime soon. Sweat beaded from your forehead and your makeup coursed down your face like that of a stream as it melted off from the intense session. That thick, burly frame stood over your own..perspiring as well but still as energized as ever and determined to put you through this mattress! In his opposite hand, he brandished a pink leash to match the collar tied around your throat and tugged tighter to keep you reigned in. His own gift for the occasion. Along with that skin tight, latex lingerie you were sporting. Thrashing you around on his cock with brute force but you didn’t complain and in fact, begged him relentlessly for more!
“Give me that fucking pussy..open it up—thereee ya’ go.”
nodding and gliding his tongue across his lips as you placed those long acrylics to your asscheeks and spread yourself open for more working room and his viewing pleasure!…exposing that bejeweled, heart shaped plug that your other hole was sucking on at the moment. Fluttering with each thrust as those creamy strings leaked down onto it. He couldn’t get enough and neither could you, quite honestly. It felt incredible and Reiner was going to spend all night if he had to..making certain that you were well fucked and satisfied. Even if you had to crawl the next morning. Tugging that collar once more, he’d prompt you to open your mouth before filling it with spit and demanding that you rub it on your center. “That’s right, look at me when you rub that clit, sweetheart. I wanna see your pretty face when you come on this dick.” Watching and listening to you writhe and whine as you worked yourself into yet another orgasm. “I’m gonna come, daddy! Please…keep—fucking me, just like that. Just like that!” Your leg trembled whilst it dangled over his shoulder blade. Being laced with soft kisses on both your ankle and instep. His lips curled into a maniacal smile as he watched his dumb, fucked out little slut work herself into another climax. Having come a total of three times already. Once by his fingers in the living room, for a second time when he ate your pussy until tears dripped down your face and for a third now.
“T-take some ou—“ “Not a fucking chance, baby. If you wanna squirt, I suggest you do it with me inside you or hold it in. Your only choice.”
he was pounding into your core, swallowed up by that overwhelming tightness that was your cunt and Reiner did not want to pull out. Having already stuffed you with one hefty load, he wanted—no, needed to give you more! More of that healthy nut that spilled down onto the sheets and your little asshole as he fucked it out of you and brought you to your peak again. He could sense the sheer desperation on your gorgeous face; heaving and crying as you pawed at his once toned six pack. Replaced by a solid yet rounder core but still just as sexy as ever. Blonde stubble grazing your cheek as he leaned down to shove his tongue into your mouth. Sloppy, nasty pecks complete with light taps to your cheek and a palm residing on your forehead as he continued drilling you. “I said come, princess. I know it’s big but you can handle it, right?” Nodding profusely to sate his desire but alas, he wasn’t finished..not by a long shot. Rubbing profusely, (y/n) released a shrill cry as you let juices splatter all over his torso. The sounds of flowing liquids going on in spurts as he pumped that squirt out of your body.
“Good girl, I knew I could depend on you.” Cackling once more as he made one more move, one that would send shockwaves throughout your body. Tugging out that plug, he’d swiftly take its place before you had time to react both mentally and physically. Whispering into your ear:
“So I’ll reward you by fucking this pretty little ass of yours. Let’s see how you take it.”
“You’re impossible, you know that? Got me looking a fucking mess…” mumbling off to yourself and smacking your teeth as you picked at your eyes in the mirror. Even so, he was still getting his fair share of cackles from your suffering! “Nonsense, you’re beautiful, poundcake..no matter what. Nothing could change that. If it makes you feel better, you can just take the black card and whatever you need redone, just go get it.” his statement seemed so sincere but alas, it wouldn’t last long and your adorable pout soon shifted to a deadpan scowl. “Thank you, papa—“ “..yeah, it’s something about the way you slobber when you’re snoring all loud that’s just so..sexy.” Mockingly chewing at his lip and narrowing his eyes. “Please, go to hell.” Tossing a nearby roll of tissue in his direction before he shielded it with a pillow. “I can’t yet. But I can go to Krispy Kreme. You want something?” It was official, you were locked in for the long haul with this man but you wouldn’t want it any other way!
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride
credits to: @kimiimaus
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being awoken by a young nanami please to get ready for a mission!
I love writing young Nanami but prefer to not write smut off of him underaged but I can totally see him as that dorky guy that all the girls secretly crush on hehe
(wc: 486)
You groan, rolling over in your sheets as the sound of gentle knocks upon your door. “5 more minutes.”
“We need to go,” a soft voice replies. You hear the footsteps that you knew all too well. Kento Nanami, your partner, best friend with occasional benefits. He was the stability you needed in life. He was rational, level-headed and focused on the task at hand. You weren’t sure why he kept you around this often, often slowing down the mission with your antics and stunts.
He watches your face of peaceful slumber, using a finger to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “We’re going to get in trouble if we are late again.”
His voice was soft, never scolding or irritated. He truly cherished his partner. You were smart enough to know his tenderness came from a place that was different than just being his partner. He didn’t treat his other classmates like this. With you, it was different.
You didn’t want this life. You hated sorcery. But Nanami made it more bearable. Truthfully, you wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for your partner, always putting your needs above his.
“Come on, let’s go,” he groans, sliding his hands beneath your legs to lift you from your warm cocoon. You wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face on his chest. His uniform smelled of his husky cologne, always so polished and put together, even as a teen. He smiles at the soft, sleepy whines that escape you. He was beginning to think you did this on purpose.
“Up you go,” he lifts you to your feet, using his larger hands to stabilize you by your waist.
You yawn, stretching your arms above your head as you finally blink your eyes awake. “Good morning,” you mumble.
“It’s 12 in the afternoon.”
“Eh,” you wave your hands as you open your drawers, searching for a clean uniform. He sits on your bed, watching as you pull your clothes out of your drawer and toss them onto the ground.
“You should start setting your clothes out the night before,” he says.
You turn your face to him with narrow eyes, “You can shut it.”
He chuckled, leaning backwards as you slid your shirt over your head. He was used to your sudden lack of clothing after the many mornings of him waking you up. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t spent many evenings after missions entangled in each other's limbs under the sheets.
Still, he watched with intent as you dressed in your uniform. You slid your skirt over your hips, searching for your bag in a hurry as you tossed it over your shoulder and dash out of the door.
“Ken, we’re gonna be late!” You shout down the hall.
He groans, peeling himself off of the couch to chase after you in his usual fashion, “You’re going to kill me, someday.”
THAT'LL MAKE YA PUSSY THROB
"You won't." You hiss, his garnet eyes flare before narrowing, calloused hands grabbing onto you roughly, turning you around and bending you over so that your face is stuck in the linens and furs.
"You think I won't fuck you? That I won't put you in your place?" The Dragon King grinds into you, cock hard against the swell of your ass before it's over your thinly clothed cunt.
"Think I won't fuck you stupid, remind you of your portion that you're beneath me. Until tears are in your eyes and you're begging for more? So when I'm done you can pout, act all submissive and demure with my seed leaking down your thighs?"
He's growling in your ears, can hear the sticky sounds of your cunt from his rough pawing and grinding. Grabbing at your throat to squeeze until your own hiss turns into a whine before he's gripping your jaw too tightly. His free hand slips between your bodies so he can rub tight circles around your clit but never touching the needy nub on purpose, listening to you whine and gasp. Your hips bucking against him.
"You're right, I won't." Scowl to his face as he makes sure you hold his gaze, "Because that's exactly what you want isn't it? Roughed up a bit by the king cause you're too proud to beg for this cock huh? But here's the thing princess. I can go a lot longer without relief than you can. I can wait you and your shitty, bratty attitude out. I can wait until you're begging me to stuff that tight cunt full and fuck you until my seed takes."
Nah cause that man is so fuckin FINE the way I'd eat him tf up on a Monday morning is INSANE
So are we not talking about Ken Sato yet!???????
◾ Being a single dad and a pro hero isn’t easy, but Bakugou manages. What he doesn’t have time for is dealing with you, his daughter’s teacher.
Bakugou x Fem!Reader »Pro Hero, Single Parent
Warnings marked at the beginning of applicable chapters: angst, violence, 18+
◾ Chapter 1
◾ Chapter 2
◾ Chapter 3
◾ Chapter 4
◾ Chapter 4.5
◾ Chapter 5
◾ Chapter 6
◾ Chapter 7
◾ Chapter 8
◾ Chapter 9
◾ Chapter 10
◾ Chapter 11
◾ Chapter 11.5 (18+)
◾ Chapter 11.75
◾ Chapter 12
◾ Chapter 13
◾ Chapter 13.5
◾ Chapter 14
◾ Chapter 15
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