HEAVY ON THIS!!!!!

☆༉ — EIJIROU KIRISHIMA. ribbons, restraint and resolve.

about. eijirou kirishima loves to be tied up and restrained in the bedroom but not for the reasons you may think.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, smut, bondage, ribbon as a restraint, slight!dom / sub dynamics, edging, begging, orgasm control, kirishima is slightly mean, pro hero!kirishima, fem!reader.

kirishima who likes to be tied up. even though you both know that he’s big enough and strong enough to break through any type of restraint that you own. he likes the restriction, likes how you use him all for yourself, likes how you get too tired too quickly and start to cry out for him to move or fuck up into you.

kirishima who gets a little mean when he’s all tied up, faux pouting up at you — his voice a little higher, mocking you, while you whimper and plead. “ah, ah, ah sweetheart,” he sucks his teeth coyly, fighting a smile, his wrists pretending to struggle against the bed posts and red ribbon. “you said you wanted to have your fun with me. isn’t this fun?”

“n-no!” you cry out; punished by the twitch of eijiro’s cock against your silky, arousal lined walls. “please move eiji, please. i-i’ll untie you, i’ll say i’m sorry. just, please—“

leaning forward, kirishima’s arms bulge as they flex against his silken restraints. golden skin stretches over the muscle, blue veins prominent beneath the surface as he tilts his head up to kiss you. it’s slow, calculated and cunning — the kiss is. one that eijirou knows will only rile you up and make you weak in the knees.

it’s the type of kiss that shrouds your brain in darkness and consumes your every thought until all you can think about is your primal desire to please him.

it’s made obvious in the way your tight hole oozes a honeyed nectar down your boyfriend’s monstrously thick cock. if you tried hard enough, moved your hips a little more, you could get his sticky cockhead to press down on the perfect spot to make you cum and lose all ties to sanity.

but you can’t, not without red riot’s help.

“i thought you wanted to be in control?” eijirou teases, his tongue pressing up against the backs of his pearly white teeth as he smirks up at you. sinister. “you don’t want that, don’t want me to flip you over, take charge from you. you were having so much fun.”

the condescending lilt to his voice sends a shiver down your spine and the urge to circle your hips straight to your foggy little brain “b-but i don’t! ‘m not… eiji,” comes your desperate, needy little gasp. it’s not enough to have him inside of you, to force yourself up and down his creamy shaft to your heart’s content. you need eijirou to fuck you in that way he likes, deep and hard until you can feel him in your throat and see stars behind your fluttering eyelids. “i can’t… i can’t cum without you. please, eiji.”

his poor little baby, all this begging. is he supposed to feel sorry for you? you’re the one who wanted this. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the thrill of using the pro hero how you wanted, riding him until his chest was heaving and flushed. you enjoy torturing yourself on eijirou’s cock just as much as he likes seeing you suffer above him — keeping you right on the edge while he lays almost useless beneath you.

when all he really has to do is move his hips.

and that’s why he loves it. the pathetic mess you’ve become. the pathetic way in which you’ve worked yourself up by having your way with him when really eijirou kirishima has been the one in control all along. he set you up to feel oh so powerful with the mountainous red riot tied to your bed. but what’s even worse is the fact that your body knows it can’t get off without him, without his large hands guiding your hips and whilst his own (much stronger ones) pound at your tight, sluice pussy.

“too bad,” the redhead tuts in amusement, settling back amongst the pillows — his strong wrists firmly planted against the bed posts, somehow looking dainty with the red ribbon that ‘keeps’ them there. “get back to work, sweetheart. come unwrap your present.”

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Some more steamy things - this time our all time favorite: Nanami. I guess he's not used to being tied up like this, but he'll make an exception for you. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

GOOD GODD

how do you think jock yuuji would react to you asking to try anal for the first time. i think he would just stop existing, like no blood pulse, breathing movements, thoughts, nothing just stop existing and once it hits him of what you asked he losing it like a feral beast 

࣪𖤐๋࣭ — JOCK BF!YUUJI ENTRY #12. experiments.

about. with her permission, our jock boyfriend tries something new with his sweet, shy little girlfriend and as it turns out… she may be more into it than he is. m.list ! ִ ࣪𖤐₊ ⊹

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! smut, nsfw, characters aged up to 20s, oral sex (f!receiving), anal sex ( fingering ), consent checks, slight aftercare and pillow talk, weird / fem!reader, jock bf!yuuji.

i like to think that jock bf yuuji has all these things he wants to try with you but is too shy to ask because he doesn’t want to pressure you at all. he knows that you’re inexperienced and like certain kinks or positions can be daunting to someone who hasn’t really experienced sex yet.

often times, when you chat about it — yuuji lets you take the lead and asks you to let him know what you want above all else. he wants to know how to best please his shy baby. so i guess when you ask him to try anal, a little hesitant and sheepish, your big pretty eyes avoiding his gaze … he does absolutely lose his mind.

like, itadori’s throat runs dry and his eyes nearly disappear into his skull at the weak whimper of his name you let out. he feels himself tenting in his pants and you’ve not even touched him. not even done anything :( he feels a little guilty for wanting to corrupt you like this.

“are you sure?” he asks, trying to calm his heart down.

“i mean… yeah? u-unless you don’t want to? i mean! it seems like something most guys are into so—“

yuuji stops you in your tracks, grabbing your hands firmly. “i want you to want to do it. not because you think i’ll like it, and god knows i will, but because it’s something you think you might enjoy.” he tells you softly, tender honey brown eyes melting you on the spot. “you got that baby?”

“got it…” and it’s the way you so submissively agree, putty in the hands of a jock you still think is way too out of your league. he’s so good to you, he dominates and controls where you’re unsure and you trust yuuji, which is exactly why you let him fold you over the edge of his bed a few weeks later.

you’d set a date for the special night, where yuuji would spend hours between your legs with his mouth on your cunt and thumb slowly circling the rim of your pert ass to ease you open for him. there’s a new type of lust in the air, copious amounts of lube and being stimulated in more than one place is way too much for a sweet thing like you, eyes all teary as your boyfriend slowly pushes past the tight ring of flesh once you cum on his tongue for the nth time that night.

“colour, sweet girl?”

“g-green…”

smiling at your hiccuping and sniffing, itadori presses a kiss to your slick shined inner thighs then over your clit and the spasming entrance to your pussy while his thumb languidly strokes your asshole. “mmm, thank you for telling me baby. god just… look at you. s’pretty when you suck me in,” itadori coos proudly, licking up your wet thigh, moaning at the taste of you. he really can’t help it, spitting between your ass cheeks and watching the gooey, frothy mix of your arousal and his salvia slide over your tiny hole. it adds ease to his fingers that push their way inside, guides them into a gentle tide of thrusts as he finger fucks your ass open. “don’t think you’ll be able to take my cock today, s’too tight. fuck…look at that.” he laughs, scissoring his fingers to admire the clear strings that web between them. can i add another finger?”

“yuuji,” you wail his name like it’s the lyrics in an angels song, sweaty back arching off the bed while your eyes screw shut, struggling to stay on him. “please…please…”

“i know, i know. it’s too much,” he curls his fingers between baited breaths and sinful sighs — listening to the sticky, sloppy sound your ass makes as he presses deeper into its warmth with skilled fingers. you sob when your boyfriend adds another, that’s one…two…three now? you’ve never felt so full, a different kind of pleasure buzzing below your pelvis. it’s all so new and all so invigorating. “wanna make you cum again, feel this cute hole squeeze around me. so…so tight.”

there’s an orgasm building up in the base of your tummy, familiar ropes of ecstasy twisting and turning your organs into knots but… it’s still not enough. still just out of reach and frustrated, pleasure filled tears begin to burn at your waterline. “don’t think…i can cum like this yuu, need — need more…”

“more? you’re so greedy, honey,” he’s a little mean for teasing, but itadori descends on your quivering cunt once more — mouth enveloping the entirety of your weepy slit as his fingers pick up momentum, thrusting in and out of your ass as much as he thinks you can take. the pink haired jock drags his tongue slowly between your puffy, glistening folds — hardly wasting a drop of anything that you leak. he holds it in place over your throbbing clit, wriggling the tip against the swollen pleasure nub until you’re practically thrashing beneath him. “wanna taste you on my tongue, how ‘bout that? you can do it, honey, i gotcha,” he slurs against your sex ravenously.

“oh i think — !” the increasing pitch to your moans tells yuuji all that he knows, you’re so close, it’s evident in the way your hips buck upwards and chase the warmth of his saliva coated tongue, his fingers pumping in and out of you feverishly, chasing your high. “think ‘m gonna cum…yuuji. feels funny…”

it’s almost as if heaven and hell have found a way to collide and an earth shattering high is about to become your middle ground. yuuji watches with earnest brown eyes and knitted brows as you fall apart on his mouth and fingers, convulsing and gasping for air with each calculated touch.

“you’re cumming. c’mon baby, c’mon. give it to me, angel. cover me in it, lemme taste you. let me taste you.” goading, yuuji drowns himself in your pussy, nose nudging at the hood of your clit, while he curls his fingers in your ass again — earning a cry of pleasure from you.

everything burns, your eyes from the tears, your cunt from the overstimulation and your ass from the stretch of yuuji’s three thick and rough fingers inside of your unexplored hole.

all it takes is the he more brush of yuuji’s fingertips along your walls, one more nasty kiss to your precious arousal pearling clit and one more beefy cry of satisfaction from your lover between your shaky legs to send you hurtling over the edge. you’re sure it’s the hardest you’ve ever cum to date, each orgasm with yuuji stronger and more intense than the last. your whole body succumbs to his rein, loses the war against his sinful ministrations and you squirt.

clear, heavy streams like a tsunami of ecstasy. you gush so hard that yuuji is forced to back up and regain his breath — his cheek bones and nose and chin doused in whatever your sluice sex has to offer him. he could die right now and leave this earth without a single regret, appeased by the heavenly flavour of your orgasm on his tongue once more.

rough hands palm at your wobbling thighs and soaked ass as you come back down to earth, blinking away the white flashes behind your eyes and shaking the static from your ears. itadori’s right there with you, ready to pounce with praises and love and adoration for his sweet girl. who gave him all of this mess from a few fingers in her ass and a tongue tacked to her clit.

“‘m sorry you didn’t get to put it in,” you whimper as he withdraws from both of your leaky holes, shakily reaching out for kisses and comfort from your athletic boyfriend. “or that i couldn’t cum from it…”

the smile that yuuji gives you is radiant and golden, so full of love. “are you kidding? baby, all i want to do is make you feel good. if you need me to eat you out to get you there, who am i to say no?” your face is peppered in a downpour of sloppy smooches before you’re pulled flush against yuuji’s rock hard chest, a muscled arm draped over your waist. “as long as you liked it, that’s all that matters to me.”

nuzzling into him, you press a shy kiss to his collarbone. “i-i liked it!” you squeak and hide your face in itadori’s neck. “it was different but it felt…really good. especially when you um… ate me out at the same time. i’d…like to try again, i wanna get you inside next time.”

your admission makes yuuji groan deeply. now it’s his turn to hide his face in the crown of your head. “please don’t say stuff like that, you’ll get me hard again.”

“wait…again?” you move to sit up in shock but yuuji doesn’t let you, keeping you anchored to his strong body out of pure embarrassment. “yuuji were you hard? from all of that?

“of course i was!” he exclaims, screwing his eyes shut even when you try to get a good look at him. you pout in faux annoyance. “seeing you so turned on, listening to you moan like that, hearing how wet you were and how much you wanted it just from my fingers in your ass… you have no idea what you do to me, baby. do you?” finally opening is eyes, itadori looks down at you with adoration and pink burning cheeks. “i came in my pants, that’s how much i like making you feel good.”

squirming in place, you hold yuuji tighter. “o-oh…”

“yeah, oh,” he laughs, biting the tip of your nose affectionately. “so be careful with what you say, you came way too much tonight for me to ask anything of you! and i don’t wanna go jerk off in the bathroom when i could be cuddling with you.”

he makes you feel so fucking warm inside.

“i like making you feel good too, yuuji,” you say innocently, face burning just under the skin, lashes fluttering against his pecs. “so next time, i’ll do my best to take it. inside.”

and with that, yuuji thanks the lucky heavens he has such a loving, adorable, doting girlfriend like you,

he curses them too, because he’s pretty sure he’s just jizzed in his pants…again.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

Longing

◾ 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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Saddle Up, Sweetheart

Cowboy!Reiner x black!fem!reader

This was an amazing request from/for @kirayuki22. I hope you enjoy it! ♡

Synopsis: When your husband Reiner comes back home after being away for work, he plans a romantic date for you two on your anniversary weekend.

Cw: Reiner and reader are married and have twin daughters (age 4), Reiner's a little country, porn with plot beforehand, multiple sex positions, fingering, nipple play, dirty talk, spanking, sub!reader, dom/service dom Reiner, light restraining and choking, squirting, cum swallowing, facial, praise, recording, oral male and female receiving, aftercare

6.7k words.

Author's note: I don't have it in me to proofread this twice, so I'm sorry if there are still typos! ♡

“Mama? Where’s daddy?” one of your daughters asks as she sits at her little princess table, shoving strawberries in her mouth. It’s late afternoon, the sun glows through the dining room window, cool breeze entering the house as the curtains blow softly, wind chimes singing out on the porch.

“Yeah.. mama.. where's daddy.. is he at the store?” Your other daughter exclaims before picking up her cup to drink her juice, looking to you for an answer.

“Daddy's coming home today, my loves. He just had to leave for a couple days for work. He should be here soon.” You say standing in the kitchen across from the twin girls washing up the dishes. “Hey, don’t shove the strawberries in your face like that, baby. You gone choke. Small bites.”

Your daughter takes the strawberry out of her mouth, choosing to nibble on it instead after looking at it for a moment, which causes you to smile. She sways softly, clearly enjoying her strawberries as your other daughter hums.

“I’m done, Mama!”

“Yeah, me too!”

Your daughters exclaim, hopping up from their chairs and rushing off to play together in the living room. You walk over to their little dining table, cleaning it off quickly. Just as you finish up the last of the dishes and wiping the counters, you look out the large window seeing Reiner’s truck pull up in the driveway and you take the apron from your waist , walking to the living room where your daughters sit, playing with their dolls.

“Guess who’s home.” You say with a smile after having to hear your daughters asking about Reiner’s absence all week. He doesn’t have to leave very often for work, but when he does, it damn near feels like a lifetime. Your daughters jump up quickly.

“Daddy?? Is it daddy?!” They both exclaim, running to the window to look outside just as Reiner opens the door, a big smile immediately crossing his face as he sees them and reaches down to scoop them up.

"Daddy!" The girls exclaim in unison, reaching up for him, happily.

“Ahh my princesses. You missed me?” He chuckles, giving them both a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Both of the girls giggled with joy. The scene causes you to smile as you watch from the arched doorway of the living room. “Y’all were good for Mama, right?” The girls nod quickly.

“Yes daddy. We help Mama clean up, and we were good.” He chuckles at their sweet voices.

“Is that right?”

“Mhm.” They nod, proud of themselves before he places them back on the floor, looking over at you.

“Come ‘ere mama, you ain’t forget about me while I was gone did ya?” You push yourself off the doorframe, rolling your eyes playfully as you walk to him, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, fingers combing through his hair softly.

“Never.” His hands on your waist give a soft squeeze against the yellow dress that lies against your skin before planting a quick kiss on your lips.

“Eww..” Your daughters say, giving you two faces of disgust which makes you laugh.

“Yer so damn beautiful.. missed this pretty face every second, darlin’” He speaks lowly. His hand comes up, giving your cheeks a soft squeeze, making your lips pout a bit, your eyes moving from his lips to his eyes as he looks at you. The look in his eyes says a thousand things as you hold eye contact for just a moment. Your eyes shifted back and forth between his, seeing his eyes trail from yours to your lips for just a moment. He finally takes his hand away, smiling softly before turning to the girls.

“Alright, girls." he says, clapping his hands together.. "Daddy’s gonna take y’all out to do somethin’ real fun this weekend.. but tonight, you’re gonna stay with grandma, okay? Just for tonight.”

“Okay, Daddy!” they exclaim before going back to play with their toys.

“They ain’t miss me too much, huh? I expected a lil bit of whinin', poutin', protestin', somethin’” He playfully pouts, crossing his large arms, button up shirt straining against his muscles.

“Don’t say that.. they been talking about you all week.. literally. They’re four, you know their excitement for things lasts for about 5 minutes, then it’s onto the next.” Your hand playfully tapping his arm as you both look at the girls.

“Wait, why they going to my mama house? You already told her? I was wondering why you so dressed up right now”

“Cause it’s our anniversary tomorrow. You ain’t forget, did you, mama? 'nd yeah, I told ‘er yesterday.”

“Of course not, but why wouldn’t they go tomorrow instead?”

“Restaurant was booked tomorrow, so I made the reservation for tonight.” He shrugs.

“Ohh a reservation, huh? Fancy..” You tease looking up at him.

“Oh yeah, it’s a real nice place in town. I promised to always give you the best, don’t tell me I been slackin’ mama.”

“You never do, my love. Never.” Your hand reaches up, scratching at the nape of his neck lightly before giving him another quick kiss, and he smiles lovingly at you.

“Alright mama, it’s bout.. 5 o’clock now.” He says, pulling his sleeve up to take a look at his watch.” “Reservations at 7:30 so let’s get a move on it.”

You take the girls upstairs to their room, packing their bags and pulling their hair up into a high ponytail with a bow in front, their curly hair bouncing as they run around their room, grabbing their favorite toys to take to your mom’s house and Reiner comes up the stairs, standing in the doorway with his hands behind his back.

“Well don’t you two look beautiful, just like little princesses.” His words cause them to stop what they’re doing and run up to him, grabbing at his arms.

“What’s that, daddy??” He laughs before showing them the tiaras, the girls excitedly take them from him.

“Thank you, Daddy, I’m a princess!” You help them place the tiaras on their heads as Reiner grabs their bags.

“I’ll take them while you get ready, mama. I’ll be back in a little bit, okay?” He says, and you tilt your head.

“You don’t want me to go with y’all?”

“Nope, no, I got it. You just stay here and get ready.” He says, and you get the feeling that he’s planning something, so you just go along with it, giving him and the girls a hug and kiss before they leave.

“Bye, mama.” They wave to you.

“Bye babies! Be good!”

Once you hear the front door shut, you head to your own bedroom, hopping in the shower before getting ready for the date. When you get out, you rub lotion into your skin, throwing on a satin, red dress that hugs your curves in all the right places, the dress dips low in the back, curve of your spine on display, heels strapped up around your calves. You move to the mirror, doing your hair and covering your plump lips in a clear gloss before spraying that expensive perfume Reiner bought for you not too long ago. After you finish, you walk back down to the living room, where you see a very large bouquet of roses and a note. He must’ve brought it in when you went upstairs with the girls. You think to yourself, small smile on your lips as you pick up the note.

“Happy early anniversary, sweetheart. Promise, I’ll spend the rest of my life putting a smile on that pretty face.” ♡ Your husband

You smile at the note before taking the flowers, separating them into two vases, finishing up just as you hear him walk back into the front door.

“My God..” He says softly, voice full of amazement as if he’d never seen a sight so beautiful. You look at him, noticing him looking back at you in pure amazement. His eyes run over every inch of you as he walks up to you, lifting your chin with his finger.

“God took a lifetime and a half makin’ someone as beautiful as you, my love..” He says, completely enamored by you.

“I look okay? It’s not too much, right?” You say running your hands down the front of the dress, smoothing it out.

“Too much? No, baby.. not at all. God, you look so beautiful..” He says, running his hands along your hips.

“Alright, you keep looking at me like that, and we ain’t gone be going nowhere.” You say playfully, taking his hands off you when you see the look in his eyes.

He smirks, looking at his watch again.

“It’s 7 now.. too bad we gotta go.. kinda wanted to push up this pretty lil dress and have a lil fun, but I guess it’s just gone have to wait, huh?” He says giving you a kiss, his lips pressing against yours tenderly as his hands rest on your ass, squeezing gently, feeling the silky material bunch underneath his hands as his tongue slips into your mouth. You both kiss passionately but slow. Your lips break apart every couple seconds only to press together once again. Both of you take the time to experience every second of it before you pat his chest, biting his lip softly.

“Mm.. cut it out.. we gotta go..” You laugh softly before giving him one more peck on the lips.

“Right.. right.. let’s go, but just so you know.. I can’t wait to get back home, darlin’”

You grab your purse before you two walk to his truck. He opens the door for you, letting you get in before he leans down, hand on the top of the door.

“Can you wait right here for just a moment, sweetheart? Just for a couple minutes, okay?”

“Alright.” You say a little confused with a small smirk, but you don’t question him about it as you turn your music on. He shuts the door, rushing back up the steps of your wrap around porch. You take this time to sit back in the seat, looking around at the land you both own, the animals and the little garden you both made together when you first bought the large, ranch style home.

After a couple minutes he comes back out, hopping into the driver’s side and shutting his door, throwing his arm over the back of your seat as he looks behind the car, backing out of the driveway, not saying a word.

“You know you have a back up cam, right?” You laugh, tapping the screen lightly, and he smiles.

“Ehh. I don’t need that.”

“What did you do? When you went back in the house.”

His eyes glance at you for a moment before straightening up the wheel, looking back forward. “You’ll see, don’t you worry that pretty lil head, mama.”

You both ride to the restaurant, it’s even obvious from the outside that it’s quite expensive and when you walk in, there are chandeliers all across the tall ceilings, floors covered in dark wood that shines in the dim lighting. You get taken to your seats, which are reserved in a corner that’s not too close to the other people dining there. Once you both take a seat, Reiner looks at you, sitting back in his seat, crossing his arms.

“So, what do you think?”

“It’s beautiful.” You lean in a little closer, speaking softly.

“This ain’t one of those restaurants where they give you a piece of shrimp and grain of rice and call it fancy, is it.. cause I’m hungry..” He laughs before shaking his head.

“No, darlin’ it’s not like that.. trust me.. that wouldn’t fill me up either.. end up leavin’ here and goin’ somewhere else just to eat again.”

You sit back in your seat again with a satisfied smile as a waiter comes over, pouring you both a glass of wine and you both thank him. You take a sip of it, putting the glass back on the table.

“That’s good, and I don’t like very many types of wine..” He smiles at you before nodding, agreeing.

“It is.. you know I don’t like wine.. more of a beer kinda man..”

After you both order, Reiner sits back in his seat once more.

“So, how were the girls while I was gone? I missed ‘em so much.”

“A handful.. no, they’re little angels.. asking about you everyday, all day.. fighting.. like siblings do and then playing together the next minute like they weren’t just screaming and crying. They like to help me clean even though I have to go back behind them if they wipe the tables.”

He chuckles softly “God, I missed y’all so much.. hate havin’ to be away. I have a whole bunch of stuff planned to do with them tomorrow. Gone take em out on the farm, show ‘em the animals. Take ‘em shopping, they been telling me they wanna get a puppy.” You laugh, and he raises an eyebrow slightly as he looks at you, wondering why you laughed.

“I might’ve put them up to that.. or it was more of a group idea, really.. puppies are so cute, and I know we have a lot of animals already on the farm, but the girls would love a puppy and.. I would, too.”

“Well it’s done then.. if my girls want a puppy, then ima get ‘em one.”

Soon after, your food arrives and you both eat, talking about his work, life, and the future in between eating before you both straighten up the table, gathering the dishes together neatly before standing to leave. It’s about 9pm when you leave, and Reiner throws his jacket over your shoulders as the cool air hits you both once you walk out the doors. He holds your hand as you both walk back to the car and he open your door once again letting you get in, you’re a little buzzed from drinking a couple glasses of wine and he can tell as he smiles at you from the drivers seat.

“You’re drunk.”

“Am not.. maybe a little.. tipsy..” You laugh harder than necessary in the moment, which causes him to laugh as well.

“That’s alright darlin’.. I’m glad you’re havin’ a good time.”

You lie your head against the seat, looking over at him as he starts to drive, leaning over slightly to run your hand over his pants, hand moving from his thigh to his dick print.

“Always have a good time when we together papa..” He licks his lips, trying to compose himself as he feels his dick getting harder under the pressure of your palm.

“You better cut that out, mama..” He groans, his breathing slightly heavier.. “Swear we can’t get home fast enough.. fuck I been needin’ that pussy.. I been tryna hold myself back all day and you making it hard..” He says, his grip tightening on the steering wheel and you giggle softly.

“I can tell by the way you been lookin’ at me all day..”

“With a face that damn pretty, how could I not look at you like that? Can’t help but wanna cum on those pretty lips.. all over that pretty face..”

“Reiner!” You say, giving him a surprised yet bashful smirk, slapping his arm lightly. “So nasty.. just say the nastiest shit and not even care, huh?”

He smirks and shrugs as you both pull up in the driveway. “Can’t help it, not with you.”

Once you both get out of the car he holds your hand in one hand while to other snakes around your waist. “Close your eyes.”

You do as he says as you both start to walk up to the porch stairs.

“Reiner Braun, if you let me fall..”

“I would never.” He says, leading you up the stairs and taking his hand back to pull his keys out.

“Keep ‘em closed. Okay?” He says, and you give a nod in return, bringing your hands up to cover your eyes. He gets the keys out his pocket, unlocking the door and pushing it open, guiding you in.

“Okay, you can open them.” He says causing you to drop your hands from your eyes, pink and red rose petals trailing from the door across the floor and up the staircase, the edges of the stairs are lit up by the small fake candles placed there as two very large heart shaped balloons rest at the top of the stairs..

“Reiner..” You say softly. Looking at everything with a smile, your eyes going to him for just a moment before you start to follow the path upstairs to the bedroom. Reiner follows close behind, smiling at the pure joy radiating off of you. Once you walk into the bedroom, you turn the light on, noticing the trail leading up to the bed, rose petals covering the white duvet as a gift bag and a small box rests in the middle. Six large red balloons are placed on each side of the king sized bed symmetrically, the color matching the satin, red sheets on the bed and he comes up behind you wrapping his arms around you, laying his head on top of yours.

“I love you so damn much, babydoll."

“I love you too Rei..” You say softly, voice threatening to break as you try to hold back the tears. He turns you around to him.

“What’s the matter, princess? You don’t like it?”

“No, no.. I love it.. this is just.. very sweet.. these past years you’ve just been everything I could’ve ever dreamed of.. you and our girls.. sometimes it feels like a dream, and I’m scared to wake up.. it was a time in my life when I didn’t believe anyone would ever love me like this.. that this kinda shit only happens in movies and dreams..” He smiles softly, caressing your cheek when you speak before lifting your chin as he looks in your eyes.

“It’s real.. I ain’t ever goin’ nowhere darlin’ I promise. I love you so much.” You bring your hands up to his cheeks, bringing his lips down to yours.

“I love you too.” You smile softly, turning to the bed to open the gifts. Once you turn your back to him, he can’t help but admire your curves in that dress.. the color complimenting your skin so well, it almost makes his mouth water. When you open the box, it’s a diamond charm bracelet with his, yours, and your baby girls' initials on it along with a couple other diamond studded charms.

“Ohh my God.. this is so pretty Reiner..” You say softly but surprised as you hold it up, studying each individual charm.

“I’m glad you like it.. took ‘em a minute to get it done. I’m just glad they finished in time.” He says, standing behind you, hands caressing your hips lovingly, and you giggle, turning your head to look up at him.

“You’re impatient huh?”

“Yes.. I want you so bad, mama.. God I swear I’m gonna lose my damn mind if you don’t let me fuck you right now..”

“Good.. I want you so bad Rei..I swear.. I’ll finish opening this later, okay.. I can’t wait anymore, papa..”

He quickly moves to place the gift bag that’s still on the bed, on the nightstand, moving the white duvet off the bed, leaving the red sheets. He comes back to you, hands running down to your ass from your lower back. He pulls your dress up, material bunching at your hips as his hands grip at your ass eagerly.

“Fuck.. you don’t know how much I fuckin’ missed you.. missed touchin’ you.. kissin’ you.. eating that pussy.. fuckin’ it..” one of his hands aggressively comes up to your jaw as the other remains on your ass. He hands squeezes your jaw, making your lips pucker as your eyes look up at him lustfully.

“My pretty lil wife.. just too fuckin’ pretty..”

He says, bringing his lips to yours, starting with a couple small pecks before sucking your bottom lip gently.

“Pretty ass lips..” He praises softly, brushing his thumb across your lips before his hands come down, slipping the dress off of you smoothly, tossing it aside.

“Sit right on the edge of the bed for me darlin’. Lean back for me just a little.” As if under his control, you sit on the bed, leaning back to prop yourself up on your forearms. Reiner kneels on the floor in front of you his hands touch your knees, running up your thighs to spread your legs for him before his lips press softly against the inside of your thighs, thumb massaging the other thigh as his hand caresses your skin. Reiner’s lips trail down your thigh, lifting your leg slightly, bending it just a bit as he kisses down your calf, before sitting back, looking at you just sitting there in nothing but those thin, lace panties and those strapped up heels.

“You have no idea how sexy you look right now, my love.. mind if we do somethin’ a little different?”

“What is it, papa? You know I never mind indulging you..”

“I wanna record this.. record everything.. wanna have somethin’ special for when I’m gone, mama..”

“Okay.. you got the camera?”

“Always.” He says, getting up to quickly grab his camera bag, setting up the stand before starting the recording, positioning himself right between your thighs once more. His hands spread your legs wide before moving down to undo those heels, taking them off slowly, lifting your calf to kiss up your leg tenderly. He pulls back, eyes focusing on the panties before his fingers caress your pussy through the thin material. He hooks his fingers underneath the part covering you, pulling it to the side. The cool air circulating in the room, hits your pussy the breeze quickly being replaced by his long hot tongue pressing against your pussy. You suck in a short, sharp breath.

“Reiner..” You moan as your hand reaches down into his soft, blonde hair, his eyes looking up at you as he swirls his tongue on your swollen bud. Lips coming down to suck on it gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he releases your clit from his lips with a soft pop, tongue coming out once more as it slides flat over your clit slowly.

“You taste so good, mama..” He speaks softly, lips hardly pulling away from your pussy as he swipes his tongue over it, lips planting on your pussy as he runs his tongue up, folds spreading for his tongue as it dips into the hole slightly, dragging up to your clit where he sucks gently, planting a soft kiss.

“Mm.. yeah?” You moan, fingers curling in his hair.

“Uh huh.” He hums, tongue laying flat over your pussy again, dragging up over the folds agonizingly slow this time. “Swear I can't get enough of it..”

“Mmm.. I thought about you every day, papa..” You speak, moaning softly as his tongue explore your pussy.

“Mmm..” He sucks your clit softly. “What exactly were you thinkin’ about, darlin’”

His hands move up your inner thighs, two fingers on one hand slipping into your pussy with ease, due to the wetness, while his thumb of the other rubbed circles on your clit.

“Mm fuck.. thought about..” His fingers start to pump slowly, every inch of them gliding against your plush, slippery walls, swirling to massage them as they surround his thick fingers.

“Mm Reiner..”

“Better get to talkin’ princess, ‘fore I stop.” His fingers continue pumping slowly, wet, squelching noise coming from between your legs as your desperate pussy makes a mess all over his fingers, the noise only growing louder as he pulls his fingers out just a bit, spreading them apart, opening your pussy up for him as he watches hungrily.

“Ouu fuck Rei.. thought about.. about you sucking my clit.. runnin’ your tongue over it.. your fingers.. mm fucking.. fucking my pussy.”

“Good girl.. thought about this, huh?” He says lowly, not taking his eyes off that messy pussy for one moment.

“Fuck.. love how nasty this pretty pussy gets.. everytime my fingers push in, she just gushes on ‘em more and more.. like she’s just begging for me to stuff my dick in ‘er. That what she’s doing, sweetheart?”

You nod, feeling how wet you’ve gotten just from his fingers and the sound of his voice. You feel his fingers slide out, hand smacking down on your pussy before he stuffs them back inside.

“Fuuck..” You whine.

“Speak when I talk to you, baby..y’know I don’t like the noddin’”

“Mm.. y..yes.. she needs you papa.. I want you to fuck me.. please..”

“Please huh? God.. you want it that bad?”

“Y..yes.. mmm please Rei..”

He slides his fingers back out, sticking them into his mouth before standing, patting your thigh softly.

“Go lay on the pillows f’me, sweetheart, spread your legs wide for me.. show me that pussy.”

You scoot back, moving up the bed laying on the pillows, spreading your legs wide open as he stands at the end of the bed, undressing, once he takes off his button up, his arm muscles flexed just slightly. His skin was glistening from the thin layer of sweat as the veins run down his large, muscular arms, protruding all the way down to his large hands, which move to his belt. He undoes it before unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down, large dick springing free as his boxers follow the dress pants. He reaches over, grabbing the camera, sliding his left hand into the side strap, holding it so it's focused on you.

“Play with that pussy for me.” He commands, your fingers immediately trailing down your stomach to your pussy, fingers sliding between the lips spreading your pussy open wide for him as he watches. He brings his other hand up to his mouth, spitting in it before bringing it down to stroke his dick, starting from the base, dragging his hand to the head as his eyes watch your fingers sink into your pussy, dragging back out to bring the juices up to your clit running in circles.

“Fuck.. that’s it..” He groans, watching you as his hand twists at the wrist, palm massaging the tip of his dick.

“Mm.. Reiner, please.. please fuck me..”

“Uggh fuck..” His hand releases his dick as he moves to place the camera back on the stand and moves up to the bed. He gets between your legs his hand roughly grabbing your hand off your pussy, pushing it aside as his tongue, dripping in saliva, runs straight up your pussy and up your stomach. He trails his tongue up your chest, the tip of the muscle flicking over your nipple as his other hand comes up to the other, rubbing along the hard bud. He wraps his lips around it sucking gently before moving to the other, tongue and lips giving it the same treatment before he moves up even further. His tongue runs up your neck to your earlobe, his deep, rough voice by your ear.

“Darlin’.. I’m about to fuck the shit outta you.. if it’s too much, make sure ya let me know..” He says barely above a whisper, his hand moving down to line himself up with your hole before his hips snap forward.

“Ohh..” He lets out a deep low growl into your neck as your pussy swallows his dick, girth stretching your walls.

“Fuuckk.. leave for a fuckin’ week and this pussy acts like she don’t know me mama.. shit stay so fuckin’ tight..” He pulls his hips back, snapping them forward again.

“Ahh.. Reiner..” You moan, head tilting back into the pillow. He starts to fuck into you at a steady pace, his face buried into your neck, heavy breaths hitting your skin as he groans with every movement. He holds himself above you with his forearm, his other hand running up your chest to grip your neck, not too hard but putting enough pressure on the sides to delay your breathing, causing your eyes to roll back just slightly as his forehead leans against yours, his hips snapping forward as both your eyes close tight.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ good..” He groans, tongue running across your lips, as his hand releases your neck for a moment, causing you to gasp for air before his lips catch yours in a heated, sloppy kiss.

“Fuck baby..” He groans, pushing himself up, hand resting on your lower belly as he pulls his hips back just slightly, watching your pussy grip him, sucking the life outta his dick as he slides out slowly and he sinks back in, eyes focused on your pussy, watching the white cream gush out around his dick making him tilt his head back letting out a sexy groan.

“Ohh fuck.. that’s some dangerous shit right there mama.. pussy making such a fuckin’ mess..” He groans, eyes looking back down at his dick slipping in and out of your pussy. His hands move to the back of your thighs, folding your legs up more, pushing them higher letting him go in deeper.

“Fuck.. fuck.. ain’t no other pussy like this out there.. can’t be.. shit..”

“Fuck.. Reiner.. ohh my God.. fuck that feels good.”

He groans, position only causing the sounds of him fucking you to grow louder and more obnoxious. His hand comes up to your neck once again, fingers squeezing cutting off your moans.

“Shit girl.. voice gone make me cum.. gotta cut that out..” He moans looking up at your face that’s full of need and pleasure. His hand around your neck causes your stomach to tighten, pussy clamping down around him, spasming as you squirt on him, orgasm taking over your mind as your fingers grip the sheets tight.

“Fuck!” You gasp as his hand releases your neck.

“Fuckin’ pretty.. fuck..” He pulls out quickly.

“Turn over for me, baby.” You don’t waste any time flipping to your stomach, legs straightening out between his, his legs on either side of yours as he presses his hands against your ass, thumbs spreading you open, eyes looking at the skin of your inner thighs and between your plump ass cheeks shining from your juices before he pushes his hips forward into your pussy.

“Ohh fuck..” Your fingers grip the sheets underneath the pillow tight, cheek pressing against the pillow as he slides into your pussy and you feel his dick bumping against the mattress with every thrust forward as you lie there on your stomach.

“Fuckk..fuck..” You whine reaching back to grab his hand, shifting just enough to slide it between the bulge, protruding from your lower belly and the mattress so he could feel it.

“Fuck baby..” He takes his hand back after a moment, legs pushing between yours causing yours to spread wide, hips lifting from the mattress as he fucks into you slow and deep, his hand runs up your back, pushing down against the back of your neck as he ruts his hips into you.

“Fuck.. you’re so fucking wet.. pussy got juices runnin’ all down your thighs mama..” He groans bringing his hand down to smack your ass hard.

“mmm fuck.. fuckk.. wanna fuck this pussy forever.. swear.. fuck.. gimme your hands mama.”

You push your chest more into the bed as you cross your wrists against your lower back, his large hand coming up to hold them as the other pushes against the back of your neck, pressing you into the mattress harder. His hips snapped forward faster and harder. Your lips parted, finding it hard to breathe from the pressure on the back of your neck.

“Nggh.. mmm.. ahhh.. fuck..” He grunts and groans loudly, hand coming down to your hip from the back of your neck, his hips not wavering for a moment.

“Fuck.. Reiner..”

“Shit.. say my name, princess.”

“Reiner..fuck.. Reiner.. ahh feels so fuckin' good." Your voice whiny, full of pleasure.

“Uggh.. that’s it.. fuck..” He growls hand coming down on your ass hard, causing you to jerk forward, his dick slipping out from your involuntary movement. He brings his hand down even harder, shoving himself back in.

“Stop fuckin’ movin..” He groans.

“Ouu fuck.. I’m sorry daddy..”

“Mmm.. I know darlin’. Fuck.. you missed me didn’t you..”

“Ahh.. uh huh.. so.. so much, daddy.”

He pulls his hips back, shifting to sit up against the headboard patting his lap.

“Mm get on top, baby.. sink that pussy down on me mama.. do it slow.” You lift yourself up throwing a leg over his lap as your hands run into the back of his short blonde hair, ends of his hair between your fingers as you lower yourself down on him. His hands come to grip your ass tight, spreading you as you sink down completely his head leans back against the frame.

He huffs out a breath of air. “Damn..” His hands lift you up, sinking you back down slowly over and over again.

“Mmm.. fuck..that dick feels so good..” You whine, his eyes looking into yours as his lips are parted, eyebrows slightly furrowed and your hand comes up to his jaw as he wraps his arms around your waist, his hips rutting up into you harshly. Your mind going foggy as saliva runs down your chin, he sticks his tongue out catching it, his pace not faltering as you bring you lips down you his, kissing him real sloppy as you both moan into each other’s mouths, his hand repeatedly slapping your ass as it ricochets off his thighs with each thrust.

“Fuck.. I’m finna cum mama..”

“Mmm fuck.. wait.. wait papa.” You force yourself to moan out through the pleasure causing his hips to stop immediately has hand coming up to your cheek as he tried to control his breathing.

“You alright, darlin’?”

“Mmm..yes.. I.. wanna give you head papa.. want you to cum in my mouth.. you said you wanted to make a mess on my face earlier didn’t you?” and he smirks.

“Hm.. I did say that, didn’t I. Do as you please, mama.” You get up from the bed, kneeling on the floor as he sits on the edge. He brings one hand up to your jaw, gripping it as his other hand sinks two fingers deep into your mouth, digits running across your tongue before slipping further back into your throat causing you to gag softly as you make eye contact with him and his fingers pull back, saliva stringing from his fingers before he leans forward spitting into your mouth, his fingers sliding back in to push his saliva back on your tongue, fingers sliding back down your throat again before he pulls them out, making you let out a soft gasp.

“That's my girl.. fuck”

He stands up in front of you, hand moving to wrap around his dick, pumping it slowly, tip leaking cum and you can tell it won’t take much to push him over the edge, your eyes look up at him as your mouth opens, tongue slipping past your lips. He smears the cum that’s built up at his tip along your tongue before pushing his dick into your mouth with a loud, drawn out groan.

“Ohh.. fuuckk..” His head tilts back for a moment as he places his hand on your head, watching you suck him up, slurping and gagging on his dick, tears pricking at your pretty eyes.

“Fuck mama… fuckk you’re so.. so pretty.”

You pull your mouth to the tip, lips sucking it gently before you run your tongue flat against the base.

“Fuck.. fuck…” He repeatedly mumbles under his breath, his legs starting to feel weak before his hands comes up to his dick, hand quickly pumping his cum all over your face before he presses the messy tip against your lips. Your lips part enough to suck the head of his dick back in, tip of your tongue dragging over the slit, collecting the cum that was still leaking from there.

“Ohh.. fuuckk.” He moans, voice threatening to break from the pleasure.

“Fuck you look so damn pretty with my cum on your face like that..” His hand releases himself as he takes a deep breath.

“Ohh.. fuck I needed that. Stay right there darlin’ let me get somethin to clean you up.” He hurries to the bathroom, turning the camera off as he does. He returns with a warm wet rag, bringing it to the room to wipe your face off gently, his other hand lifting your head up by planting beneath your chin.

“You're so perfect.. must've done somethin’ great at some point in my life to deserve you..” His soft sweet words make you smile as you look at him. He helps you up from the floor as you lie on the bed once again. He kisses your lips softly before moving to the bathroom a second time he comes back with another rag to clean you off, warm rag wiping at your thighs and over your pussy.

You moan softly as he does, legs jumping a bit involuntarily as the warm rag touches your sensitive pussy.

“Ohh do you need more, baby?” He smirks teasingly. To which you only nod in response, he puts the towel and rag aside, pointing over to your gift bag.

“Finish openin’ that baby.. lemme take care of you.” You reach over grabbing the bag after you sit up. You feel him sit next to you. Hand coming to your thigh to spread your legs open as his fingers start to circle your clit.

“Mm.. go on, mama..”

You moan softly, reaching into the bag, pulling out a small box, opening it to reveal a new wedding ring, one you’ve always dreamed of. He plants kisses on your shoulder lovingly as his fingers run down your pussy, sinking into the hole, slowly.

“Mm.. thought it was time for a new one darlin’, I couldn’t afford somethin’ like that when we first got married, but I promised you I’d get you a new one someday.. do you like it, baby?”

“Mmm fuck.. I.. I love it.. mmm..thank you..” You push the ring onto your finger. Moaning as his fingers pump in and out, speeding up as they press against your g-spot repeatedly.

“Ahh.. “ You moan reaching in the bag again, hand shaking slightly as you pull out a card and inside the card you see two tickets for an expensive vacation next month, one you told him about wanting to take weeks ago.

“Mmm fuck.. thank you papa..” You whine, legs spreading wider as they start to tremble lightly.

“Ohh you’re close aren’t you, pretty girl, cum for me sweetheart.” He says wet fingers slipping out to play with your clit, fingers rubbing it in a circle, putting just enough pressure to cause your pussy to squirt out streams of clear liquid.

“Fuck baby.. gimmie more.” His hand moves faster, his voice rough.

“Ohh fuck Reiner..” You cry out, pussy still squirting with every movement of his hand before he gives light slaps to it, your legs jumping with each one.

“Mm.. good girl.. fuck.. I love you so damn much”

“Love.. love you too, papa..”

He lies his head on your shoulder, fingers trailing along your stomach.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.. you mean everything to me, and I wanna show you that every day.. every second.. don’t ever doubt my love for you, princess.. okay?”

“Okay..” You respond softly before turning your head just a bit to kiss his forehead.

“Thank you for everything, Rei.. Happy early anniversary..”

“Happy early anniversary, my love. I’ll go run you a bath okay, wait just a moment, sugar.” He says, kissing your lips softly with a small, loving smile before getting up and moving to the bathroom, running you a hot bath.

“You got more gifts coming tomorrow, by the way..” He says quickly as he comes back to the doorway of the bathroom before walking away again quickly, knowing you and the girls already have way too much stuff in the house.

“Reiner..” You say with a laugh, scolding him without saying so, causing him to yell out after laughing.

“Love you!” and you shake your head, joyful smile running across your lips.

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When your professors Gojo, Geto, Nanami and Toji notice your grades slipping, they call you in for what you thought was going to be a talk.

A small lump forming in your throat as four tall men towered over you, arms crossed with serious faces before Gojo took a step your way. His finger finding its way under your chin with a tilted head. “Got anything you wanna tell us baby?”

Toji and Geto shared a scoff when you shook your head no, tugging at the short skirt on your thighs with your head held low. They knew about your little boyfriend. And how you were letting him corrupt your pretty innocence. That was their job.

“You sure about that sweetheart?” Toji pressed, folding up the sleeves of his shirt while the others followed suit. The large man backing you into the wooden desk as dark eyes met yours. “Seems we have to force an answer from you hmm?” He smirked, using his knee to spread your thighs making you whimper, feeling another hand holding your wrists together.

Toji’s lips met your neck, Gojo shrugging off his tie to bind your wrists while Geto twisted his around your neck. Nanami watching the scene through his glasses as he leaned back onto another desk.

“You look so pretty like this.” Gojo hummed, running his thumb over your lip and onto your cheek. Geto’s hand raking through your hair to pull it up into a ponytail. You swallowed hard, lashes batting in faux innocence as you were pushed to your knees, gazing up at the tall men while clenching your thighs.

“‘M sorry.” You mumbled shyly, eyes widening when Nanami came up to you. A grip on your hair as he stooped to your level. “Good.”

It wasn’t long until you found yourself mewling with tear filled eyes as you were fucked on both ends. Sat on Geto’s lap with his cock in your ass while Gojo thrusted into your wet pussy. Taking turns to sloppily suck on both Toji and Nanami.

Toji pulling tightly at the tie around your neck, forcing you to take him all the way down your throat as you spluttered messily. Nanami stroking your hair sweetly when your tears began to fall.

You’re first being pumped full of their cum, wide grins spread across their faces as they turned you around, taking turns roughly hammering into your sensitive cunt or fucking your throat. Your tears turning them on even further as your skirt was bunched higher around your waist.

“This pussy’s all ours baby, don’t know why you thought you could give it away.” Geto grunted, thrusts harsh and brutal as you rocked back and forth on the desk. Your whiny cries filling the room as you tugged at your restraints.

They fuck you in all positions, manhandling your body to their liking to fuck you deep, cocks bulging in your stomach as they threatened to break past your cervix’s entrance. Thick girths stretching you out to bully your g spot.

They go on until you’re stuffed to the brim, pussy leaking the thick white substance in lewd spurts when they’re done with you. Nanami removing his drenched tie from your lips that he used to gag you silent.

They don’t let you leave the office, making you put back on your panties to trap their cum in you. Sat on Nanami’s lap as the man rubbed gently at your clit, coaxing you to another orgasm as he questioned you about your new ‘boyfriend.’

That was one way to make you talk. Though they’d make sure you never spoke to the boy again.

JUST UNLOCKED SOMETHING DEEEEEP WITHIN ME

erm. what the flip. cant even explain why im playing this game again in the year of 2023 but.. yea.. i still love this dude

love me some aspiring dilf

★ Nanami Kento is on a dating app

★ 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.

🔔 LOVEHIVE

↳ 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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Dabi has line cook energy.

Has works in a greasy spoon and definitely smokes while he’s cooking energy. No it doesn’t matter that you’ve told him off about it a thousand times over or that it’s a code violation, you aren’t the health department and they aren’t here.

There’s definitely been a few parking lot fights between waitresses that he’s slept with but they’ve mysteriously stopped happening after a while.

He swears it has nothing to do with you, nothing to do with the fact that you iced him out for a good week after the last incident.