Genre: smut, Fluff, Humorous Undertones

_by Graham dean

What Happens in a Blackout… - Hongjoong x Reader (NSFW)

This is an Ateez fic.

Summary: Stuck in an elevator with Hongjoong, the person you hate the most, you aren’t ready for when things take an unexpected turn.

Genre and warnings: basically no plot. enemies to lovers. fem pronouns for reader. hate sex. unprotected sex. biting, choking, slapping, name calling. dirty talk.

Word count: 4,220.

Tag list: @thewonderofkpop - @lilhwahwa - @btsreader12 - @obligatoryidolblog - @iusrene - @billboard-singer - @yunhofingers - @foggyinternetchaos - @passionloveindividualityempathy - @multistan-net

this fic is not meant to represent hongjoong in any way, shape or form.

Balancing the box on your knee, you fumble for the keys, slipping them into the lock and successfully closing the door. You are ready to get home. Helping your friend move is a duty thrust upon any in a close circle but that didn’t mean it was ever fun.

 You had offered to lock up so your friend didn’t have to drive back and finish up some loose ends. The apartment was painful for them due to their break-up, and you didn’t mind lingering to make sure the place was cleaned out. It took longer than you anticipated, however, and now it is past ten.

You walk down the hallway, holding the final box of items that your friend told you to toss in the dumpster; it appears to be mementos of the dead relationship. As you turn the corner, lost in your own thoughts, you see someone waiting for the elevator. Your heart drops, an eye roll instinctively occurring at the sight of the person you dislike the most – Hongjoong.

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IMPURE, GETOU & GOJO.

  DAY, night, or midnight. His eyes are always on you. The new neighbor on the street who caught your attention the moment he stepped out of his all black Chevy Camaro. Coming over and greeting him with a slice of chocolate cake and warm smiles from you and your husband. He found you enticing, the man introducing himself as Getou, dauntingly sleek midnight hair cascading down his back, eyeing the veins in his arm he stretched out to give your husband a firm hand shake. He towers over you making you feel small, swallowing every time he side-eyed you while talking to your husband. Every day he greets you with a wave of his rough hand and a smile. He's usually always wearing dark jeans and a white tank that's painted with dirt from his hands since he fixes cars daily. He's no stalker, but he can't grasp this fixation on you. Once he becomes obsessed with something, he has to have it. No matter the consequences.

It's shameful the way you reciprocate your actions, coming over to offer him something to eat, laughing too hard at something he says that's not even funny, biting your lip, losing yourself in impure thoughts without your husband in sight. It's like your cheating, but you aren't, not necessarily. Getou doesn't give two fucks who you're with, he wants what he wants. He's fond of your generosity even though it's obvious you picture his face between your legs every now and then. He loves to ask how your day is going, listening well to anything you had to say.

   He's fresh out of college. Found a new home in this quiet neighborhood far away from his family to dissociate from the drama. He sells cars left to right, always seeing him talk with new people in his driveway every week, a new vehicle parked each time. He's even sold a motorcycle to your husband, Gojo, unable to stop glaring at the polished monstrosity. Getou’s laugh was deep, almost scary as he witnessed your terrified expression when Gojo wrote him a check. You remember him touching your shoulder, leaning down by your ear, instantly making your entire demeanor shift as you hugged yourself tightly, his minty breath grazing your skin as he consoled you, telling you everything would be okay, and that he's sure Gojo wouldn't be reckless with it.

   From that day, he haunted your dreams. It's like he purposely makes encounters with you so he's deeply embedded into your mind. And fuck, did it work. Wrongfully, you dreamt of him multiple times, all always ending up with him fucking you raw on Gojo’s motorcycle, the back seat of his Camaro, or your kitchen counter where he caught you gawking at him as you diced onions and slit the tip of your finger, bringing it towards your plump lips and sucking the blood off while keeping your eyes on him. These daydreams, and dreams, needed to end. You were ashamed of yourself for thinking so wickedly knowing you were with another man.

   Another thing that truly didn't help was how open his home was. Ironically, his bedroom window faced your own, allowing you to see, well, everything. Clearly, he wasn't one for privacy, having zero curtains in sight allowing anyone to see his decor, what he's watching on tv or who he brings into his bed at midnight. One time while you were painting your toes on the chaise, you saw him dripping wet with a white towel wrapped loosely around his slim waist, damp hair sitting on his back as he brushed his teeth with a woman laying on his bed flicking through a Vogue catalogue. You made sure to hide yourself so he wouldn't notice. The woman, completely naked, crawls on the bed towards him, Getou glaring down at her as she traced her fingers over his chiseled chest, slowly pulling the towel off his body and taking his cock into her mouth.

   The arousal that pooled between your legs as you watched him get head from another woman was sinful. The way he thrusted his hips and tossed his head back while still brushing his teeth, reaching over to spank the woman's ass and fondle her skin with both hands, clenching his teeth to hold his toothbrush still, cock deep inside her throat. It's was too much for you to endure. The water from his hair dropped onto her back, dipping two of his fingers into her slick pussy. You had to hold back from touching yourself, surely wanting to. Luckily, Gojo came home just in time.

   Stumbling up the stairs clinging to your husband drunkenly, he laughs into your neck he kisses, calloused hands groping your body, keeping you close so neither of you fall. Once you make it to your bedroom, you're already thrown onto the bed, giggling and kicking off your heels. You pout as he stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with a tent in his pants and drunken eyes. You struggle to pull down the leather pants clinging to your thighs, mumbling 'help me' while tracing your toes up his arm, gasping when he hooks his hands around your ankles and drags you closer, body heat encasing your own as you arch into him, Gojo grabbing your face before sucking on your lips, tasting the alcohol the two of you consumed a few minutes ago.

   Today was your birthday, and Gojo made sure it was one of your best. Waking you up, firstly, with toe-curling head until you came twice. Fixing up a fancy omelette and chopped fruits for breakfast, balloons and gifts sitting prettily on the living room couch. The two of you relaxed in the bubbling jacuzzi filled with roses as you sipped champagne and he gave you a massage. As dinner time rolled around, he took you out to a fancy restaurant on a private yacht where you equally got tipsy. Every year you're grateful for how much he does for you.

   Heat fills your face as Gojo has you spread open for him, sitting up on your elbows as you weakly stare down at him, eyes rolling back while he devours your pussy, tonging your clit, your slick coating his moving chin the more he buries his face in. His cock is in his hand, stroking while listening to your lewd sounds that makes him practically grind against the bed. You shift your hips onto his face, gripping the sheets and crying out his name. He knows how fast you can come from his mouth, so he stops, wanting your pleasure to prolong. Catching your breath, you sit up, fingers wrapping around his length, ready to suck him off until he clutches your hair and stops you, pulling your head back so you're staring straight into those killer ocean blue irises.

    "No, no, no. Just wanna be inside you, sweetheart," he sighs, blood rushing through his cock uncomfortably, desperate to stuff you full right now. You're not stunned by his roughness, Gojo pushing you down and flipping you over so you're on your stomach, raising your ass high, fisting his cock and rubbing the heated tip over your clit to collect what you give him. His favorite gift of all. "Tonight's about you. Be a good girl and just lay there."

   Mind fuzzy, you're barely aware of the fact that the curtains to your bedroom are pulled open. That same window that faced Getou’s is open for display for him to see, and for you too into his. It doesn't register with you to say anything to Gojo, because the instant he shoves his cock into you, crossing your arms behind your back and fucking you hard into the mattress, that's when your mind goes blank, and Getou appears. He's walking around his room, shirtless, only wearing black sweats as he drank a glass of red wine while reading a novel, making his way over to the couch he had a few feet from his bed that faces his window—and yours.

    "Gojo," your voice is strained, whining the deeper he drives into you, hitting against that spot that inevitably had your eyes crossing. In a way, you were trying to warn him of the lack of privacy, when really you were worried about Getou seeing you in this state, or being able to see him in fear of him being the cause of your orgasm. You choke on your own saliva, drooling onto the silver silk sheets that made your skin hot while listening to your husband moan behind you, hips clapping harshly against your ass. "Ooh, shit. Gojo."

    "Yea, baby. Give it all to me," your thighs tremble as you feel his lips kiss up your spine, pussy clamping around him tighter, your juices pouring down your inner thighs and stomach, Gojo grounding his cock to make you feel every ridge of him, spanking you like you love, whispering to you, letting you know how good you make him feel. How your pussy belonged to him. How pretty you looked taking his dick right now. Wanting you to cum as much as you want, all night, because he's not stopping.

   And Getou witnessed it all. To say he's surprised to see you getting fucked by your husband would be bullshit. You two looked like you had a lot of sex. Plus, he's seen this image before, last week in your kitchen where Gojo had your legs locked around his neck as you rode his face and clawed at his hair. How badly he wished to hear those pretty whimpers fall from your soft lips. Seeing your face contort in pleasure, legs shaking and back arching as your pretty pussy drenched the countertop you sat on, sitting in your own filth. He never wanted to be a countertop so bad. Watching the two of you now was an even better sight, dick jumping in his sweats as he took a seat at his couch, drinking in every face you make.

   Did you want him to see you? Or did you really forget to close your curtain before you left the house all dolled up? Getou tilts his head to the side, book tossed aside as he spreads his legs while his arm is thrown around the back of the couch, strands of hair tucked behind his ear. That cute matcha green corset he saw you wear earlier still clung to your smooth skin, making you sparkle like a fairy. Your eye makeup matched, by now smearing along with the mascara trickling down your face as you cried the harder you got fucked. There's no more self-control within him. He's been holding back ever since that day, calling up that random girl that somewhat resembled you just to release frustration. He's aware of you catching him that day, smirking when you hid behind your curtains after your husband came home.

   You want him. He wants you, so fucking bad it aches. Seeing you so fucked out, helpless as Gojo clutches your neck and chokes you, studying his lip movements to figure out what he was saying to you that had your pussy fluttering, nails scratching at the fabric beneath you after he let your arms go, body completely flat on the bed, his weight entirely on you as he laid his chest on your back, stuffing his fingers in your mouth while he repeatedly whispered 'take it, baby. take it. take it.'

   Opening your eyes, you blink them to try and clear your visions path, lucidly gazing at Getou who now has his hand around his cock, clit throbbing as you see the trail of spit falling from his mouth straight onto his dick, hand collecting it and dragging it along, licking his lips. His eyes are dark, burning into you, learning you, craving you. The ball in his throat jumps as he throws his head back momentarily, needing to maintain his fixation on you in order to bring himself on edge. Your teeth digs into your lips, Getou mouthing words that you can somehow hear perfectly clear, feeling him by your face as he says, 'can't wait to fuck you, pretty girl.'

    "Fuck, G—”

    "Getou?" Gojo finishes, your heart thumping in your chest. Fuck. He noticed. It's hard not to when your window is an open show for anyone walking down the street. His platinum silver hair dangles over your eyes as he chuckles at you, shaking his head. He caught on a minute ago, already seeing you stare too long at something that wasn't him. "You little slut. You like being fucked like a dirty—little—whore while a stranger watches you?"

   You're not sure if he's angry about it or just teasing you. When he grabs your face and pulls you up to sit on your knees along with him, he turns your bodies so you're in the direction of Getou, the three of you all making contact. Getou never stops, groaning low in his throat as he worked his hand faster, thumb slicking over the tip every now and then as Gojo laughs by your ear, untying your bustier to let him see more of you. You squeal as Gojo slaps your tits, once, twice. Fondling the supple skin in his hand.

    "Knew you wanted to fuck him all this time," he hums, gathering your hair and clenching it in his fist to bring your head back to rest on his shoulder. "Give him a good show, princess. Show me how you'd fuck him if he were in here right now."

    "I love you," you whimper, feeling the tears well even more. It sounds like an apology when it comes out. Gojo clicks his tongue.

    "And I love you," he gives your lips a chaste kiss. "Don't be ashamed of what arouses you. Just remember, at the end of the day, this is my fucking pussy. Understand?"

    "Mhm-hmm," you nod frantically, sighing with relief, Gojo keeping his hand around your throat while you hook your arm behind his neck, your free hand at his thigh as you clap your ass back onto him, signaling to Getou exactly what you wanted to do to him, Gojo syncing groans with you, hissing between your neck and letting you do as you pleased. "Your fuckin' pussy."

    "My fuckin' pussy," Gojo repeats within a grunt, moving his hips quicker with yours. "Want me to share it with Getou? Would you like that, baby? Be used like a slut by the both of us?"

   More than anything. "Yes, please baby. Wanna get fucked by him too," you pout, batting your lashes innocently, mouth dropping and gasping as he clenched his jaw and reached between your legs to rub at your clit, pounding his cock into you, forgetting your lead in this. A glint in Gojo’s eyes let's you know that he's skeptical about it. He's not the sharing type, but if his babygirl wanted something, especially for her birthday, he'd allow it.

Gojo makes contact with Getou again, the man half spent as he neared his orgasm, this glorious sight of you fucking with his head. Gojo understands, course he fucking does. You'd make any man worship you. Body of a goddess, gorgeous smile, well mannered—outside of bed. The wettest, tightest pussy ever. That's why he was first in line. That's why you wear that ring on your finger to this day as a reminder that you're carrying his scent, his name, his loyalties. You're his. You're a handful, and your pleasures are surely his most important task to take care of. So, if you wanted to be handled by another man tonight, while still wearing his ring, you could. Your wants and needs are his desires.

"After you cum for me first," Gojo gnaws at your neck, giving you only a few more rough, shallow thrusts before you scream his name and fall forward, cumming and shaking as Gojo holds you tight, kissing you and telling him you did such a good job.

Not even three minutes pass before the doorbell rings, your heart stopping as you whip your head up to look at the window, Getou long gone. Gojo hums deep in his throat, spanking your ass and sliding out of you, still fully erect, finding some nearby sweatpants and slipping into them, never turning back to give you a look. You curl into your own body, scared of what was going to play out, but all at once excited.

Gojo pulls open the door to see the dark-haired man before him, leaning forward with his arm raised high, hand still on the door as Getou ups his chin.

"She's upstairs. I'm sure you knew that."

my mind is currently turning to mush oh god

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baby steps | b.c

synopsis: dating chan was great. he was patient with you, loved you endlessly, and din’t try to pressure you into anything you were uncomfortable with. he let you choose the pace you wanted to go with your physical side of your relationship, never getting frustrated with you no matter how heated your kissing got or how horny you had gotten him. but now, after many months into your relationship, you were starting to think you were ready to take things further with him: one baby step at a time.

step one: receiving

step two: giving

step three: mobile

step four: soft and sweet

step five: punishment

step six: longing

step seven: jealousy

final step: double the trouble

all rights reserved to http-chan - all reposts or modifications to my series are completely prohibited.

—midnight getaway. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader 

⟶ genre: sprinkle of youtuber!wooyoung + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 6,488

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: a “romantic” getaway surrounded by your friends leads to an interesting night alone with wooyoung

⟶ warnings: pwp, wooyoung says baby a lot bc he’s in love, some teasing woo, exhibitionism, doggy style, sort of praise kink, ass play (fingering, fem!recieving), breast play/fondling, finger sucking, riding, unprotected sex, creampie 

⟶ note: this is the first fic i’ve written in a while and my first ateez fic no one come for me pls also this is dedicated to the lovely @kithtaehyung​ !! thank you for always encouraging me and my wooyoung antics!! 💛

p.s. this is shamelessly inspired by this wooyoung selfie!!

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ok but ceo seonghwa on the desk + eating out????????

send a kink + a member for a smutty drabble!! (closed).

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader. | genre: ceo!hwa, infidelity, husband!jongho, smut. | warnings: dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving) themes of cheating, light dirty talk, seonghwa is literally obsessed with the reader,,, seonghwa? more like simphwa. | word count: 878  | hyde’s input: press f to pay respect to poor jongho.

the clock on the wall is ticking but you're far too distracted by his licking.

he has half the heart to warn you, or to conjure up the will-power to detach himself from your heavenly taste but, alas, he's waited far too long, lusted far too intensely just to lose his chance to something as meaningless as time.

"c'mon princess, i know you can be louder than that." he mumbles from his position between your legs, head turning to brush his cherry lips against the skin on your thigh. there's no hesitance when he speaks, which almost fools you into thinking this isn't the first time he's touched you in such a way.

but how could he ever forget the words your husband, drunken and overly zealous to brag about you, had recounted to a whole board of people, eagerly spilling details about your sex-life, planting the dirtiest seed in seonghwa's brain.

he needed to have you.

seonghwa drags his tongue up your soaked slit, teasing your hole with the possibility of his muscle finally entering you only for him to continue toward your aching clit. it’s when he sucks on your bud that he gets you to succumb to your pleasure, throwing your head back as the most sinful moan leaves you.

his eyes never leave you, not at your wedding, not at business events and certainly not now as you sit upon his desk, pretty skirt bunched up and panties long-ago stuffed into the pocket of his suit jacket, which he’d discarded moments before sinking to his knees in front of you, tie already removed and several of his shirt’s buttons undone prior, when he’d finally been blessed enough to have your lips against his own in a heated make-out.

“hwa, oh my-” your voice, sweeter than any chocolate, breaking at the pleasure of his own actions is all the encouragement he needs, really, but your fingers tangling and pulling at his hair do nothing but aid.

while one hand grips your thigh, keeping you spread open, the other makes it’s way up to your core, not even warning you before one of his fingers enters you and his mouth is back on your clit, teasing you with the tip of his tongue while another finger joins in on stretching you open.

“fuck, princess, you’re so tight.” he knows you’re staring at your own wetness resting against his lips, just like he feels you clench around his digits when his tongue swipes over them to collect the remnants of you. “has jongho not been fucking you right, hmm? when was the last time anyone touched you, baby?”

“two- ahh-” he times it perfectly, unable to hold back a humored laugh when your eyes roll back as his fingers brush against your most sensitive spot. you swallow, trying to collect yourself, and he takes the chance to taste you again, tongue licking up any part of you it can reach. “two months. he’s been- hwa!- too busy with the- oh my- with the lawsuit.”

his heart aches for you, while simultaneously writhing with anger aimed at his once business partner. what kind of man neglected his wife’s needs, over some silly court papers?

“my poor baby. i wouldn’t do that to you.” the pout on his face is mocking you in ways that only serve to make you wetter, to make you want him more. “you know that, right? never would’ve let this stupid lawsuit between me and him get in the way of me keeping your pretty cunt satisfied. in fact, i’d probably have recorded it and sent it to him, just to show how much fun i was still having whilst he tries to make my life a living hell in court.”

the next few moments are a blur of his fingers pulling out of you, him rising to his feet and looming over you with his tall frame. he can’t resist the praise that bubbles out of him when he watches your lips wrap around his soaked fingers, cleaning yourself off of him.

“don’t worry, princess, i’ll take care of you, okay?” you’ve already buried our head in the crook of his neck, doing your best to leave your marks on him whilst also unbuckling his belt, impatient to have him fill you up after all the years of silent pining and unaddressed sexual tension. “you’ve been such a good girl, you deserve to have a nice, hard cock fuck you.”

behind your back, your phone-screen lights up with another message notification and he’s incapable of holding back a grin of victory when he reads it, just as your hand finally dips into his boxers to take a hold of his member.

[18:06 pm] jjong 🐻: gonna be home late, need to go pick something up from park seonghwa’s office.

[18:08 pm] jjong 🐻: apparently he forgot to give my lawyer a copy of the settlement agreement.

[18:14 pm] jjong 🐻: i’ll see you soon, ok? we can go out for dinner or something, celebrate the fact this defamation case is coming to an end finally.

[18:17 pm] jjong 🐻: forgot to say it but i love you xx

[18:39 pm] jjong 🐻: you better hope park seonghwa’s lawyers also deal with divorce cases.

October 29th — Formal Wear — @sebbyzoldyck’s kinktober

Pairing: nanami x f!reader

Summary: you picked your best outfit for the event of the year in Gojo’s residence, and so did Nanami, looking so irresistible you let him fuck his jealously into you.

Warnings: explicit smut, MDNI, jealous!nanami, reader's hands are tied at some point, tiny bit of degradation kink, the word slut is used, oral (m. receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, stablished relationship.

wc: 2.8k

a/n: shout out to my love @thekillingtimethekillingmoon for helping me out with this one ily <3

Tonight was special.

Ever since you became a level one sorcerer it was like a whole new world opened its doors for you.

The event people couldn’t stop talking about was the Gojo Clan yearly party.

Being one of the top three most influential clans in the jujutsu world, the Gojo clan held a yearly party to update the other clans about what was done in the previous year, the expenses and new level one and especial level sorcerers.

As someone that was about to be presented to the most important people in that organization you were excited for the event, booking hairdressers, nail stylist and an entire day to find the perfect dress in advance.

“You are worrying too much about it, this party is just a formality to suck the elders ass” Nanami said from his place in the bed, you woke up early not being able to contain your excitement while Nanami was forcibly awaken by you walking across the bedroom to check your outfit, shoes and accessories.

“This is important to me, I've never gone to a gala party” you held your dress in front of the mirror for the nth time that week.

“Love, it’s not a gala party, love, is Satoru in a suit and Yaga holding him back from murdering everyone else while champagne is being served” Nanami sat up in the bed stretching his arms above his head, shirtless with only a sweatpants on.

“That makes me feel so much better” you replied sarcastically, “By the way, what will you be wearing?”

“This of course”

You turned ready to scold him, meeting his playful smile while he got rid of his pants to dress for the day since he had to do some paperwork today.

“You're going to be a nice distraction to Gojo then” you laughed getting his sweatpants thrown at you.

“Don’t even joke about that”.

Nanami finished getting dressed with his usual work suit, you left your clothes dressed in a robe while making breakfast for him.

“I don’t know how long the paperwork will take. I might have to assist Yuuji on something, probably arriving late to the party, so don’t wait for me” he kissed your head before leaving.

For a second you were upset he wasn't going to be there before you entered, after all no one knew you two were dating, so you were looking forward to arriving in a fancy dress with your fancy secret boyfriend looking at you while you two pretending to be just good friends.

Apparently your Cinderella moment would have to wait.

As the night came, you were already dressed up, hair, nails and everything done for the event.

The party was being held in one of Gojo’s mansions instead of the Gojo state you've been at before. Satoru called your name, throwing an arm around your shoulders as soon as you entered the large well decorated room.

“Looking as good as usual” he was surprisingly well dressed too. From what Nanami had told you about Gojo's despise for that event you were expecting him to be wearing jeans and a shirt.

“A tuxedo? Wow, Satoru, you exceeded my expectations” you joked.

“Only because you were coming” he pinched your bare arm, “By the way, have you seen Nanami?”

“Hm he said something about having to work with Yuuji I guess” you shook your head.

“Too bad, more you for me then” you punched his arm lightly. You always suspected those six eyes knew more than what you told him, but if he did he never said anything.

Satoru apparently was on his best behavior that night, dragging you around with him and avoiding the elders, like you were his excuse to not be alone, one hand always on your lower back or finger tips tracing your bare shoulders. As expected you were introduced as one of the new level one sorcerers to the heads of the main clans and other donors to Jujutsu Tech, some were not very pleased by you.

“Don’t worry your pretty head, they are just mad you are not available to be their third or forth wife” he whispered in your ear making you giggle.

“Gojo-san” a deep voice called after clearing his throat, you turned facing Nanami standing right behind the two of you, immediately removing Gojo’s arm off your shoulders.

“Kento, you cam--” you stopped talking once you grasped his outfit.

So far in your relationship you have only seen Kento in his usual work beige suit, casual clothes and sportswear. You thought the last one was the sexiest.

Yet now you find yourself mouth agape at how good he looked tonight, unlike Gojo and the rest of the guests, Nanami was wearing a white dress shirt -- so shiny it looked like silk --, a dark three piece suit that accentuated his thin waist and broad shoulders, leather gloves and a purple and black tie that matched your dress so well you wondered if he picked that with this exact purpose.

“Nanamin~” Gojo sang, now throwing his arm around Nanami’s shoulders.

“Do you mind if I steal y/n? We have to discuss some business” by the look Kento gave you, you knew you were in trouble.

“Oh business? Do you mind if I join the discussion?”

“Yes” both you and Nanami replied.

“Sorry, Satoru, it’s not your business” Nanami slapped a hand on Gojo’s back harder than it had to be, “Come” he got rid of Satoru’s arm, lacing a leathered hand around your wrist, dragging you away from the main room.

“Now I have to find another company… Oi Utahime!” you hear Gojo murmuring then running to find his next excuse.

Your boyfriend led you upstairs till you entered a large bedroom with a king size bed in the middle.

“Kento, you look stunning” you approached him placing your hands on his chest to feel the smooth fabric, finally being able to be alone with him.

“Is that so?” he took both your wrists, removing your hands from him, “Cause it seemed you were more fond of Satoru’s tuxedo”.

You pouted once he held your wrists with more strength than necessary.

“You are one million times more handsome than Satoru, Kento” you looked up, finding his eyes free from the usual glasses, the soft lightning from the room shining upon his sharp jawline and cheekbones.

Kento was indeed very flattered by how your eyes were shining with adoration, he wanted to look good for you tonight even though he arrived late. Helping Yuuji was the excuse he found to pick up the tailored suit he ordered to surprise you, since he got a message saying it was not going to be ready until one hour before the event.

However, seeing the host so close to you, whispering things in your ear and making you giggle, lit up a fire on Kento’s chest.

You started to kiss his jawline, his hold on your wrist softening and running up your arms, the purple dress hugging your curves so marvellously, why did you allow Satoru to touch you like that? His girlfriend.

While you were lightly sucking Kento’s neck, trying to pull his tie out of his vest, he was zipping down your sleeveless dress till it was pooling around your feet, leaving you bare except for your panties in the middle of this unfamiliar room.

“No bra? Dirty girl” his leather gloves brushed the soft skin of your hips, you pushed his jacket off his shoulders helping him shrug it off and not being able to hold yourself from kissing him once you saw how well the vest hugged his torso.

In the middle of kissing and sucking each other's lips you didn’t realize he was leading your arms to your back until you felt a silk fabric being tied around your wrists, only then noticing he took off the tie at some point.

“Wait, Kento, I still have to—” you tried to argue back only to have Kento grabbing your face with one hand gazing a leathered thumb across your lips smudging your lipstick.

“Shut it, you’ve done enough” your eyes widened not expecting his rough come back, “On your knees sweet thing” he pressed a hand on your bare shoulder forcing you to get down while he sat on the bed, his crotch being on your eye level.

The sight of you being completely submissive to him was enough to make him hard as a rock.

You rested your face on his inner thigh looking up at him, a sight you never got sick of, his sharp jawline being even more evident from above, his eyes dark with lust, all that plus his dress shirt with the top buttons open and the angle making his shoulders seem even large was a heavenly sight.

“Look at you, haven’t even had any dick yet and it’s already looking like a cock drunk slut” he started to undo his belt as you took notice of the obvious outline of his cock over the gray trousers.

Nanami pulled his underwear and pants down just enough to set his dick free.

No matter how many times you have seen it, Kento’s dick always amazes you.

From day one you always found Nanami Kento handsome, a sight for sore eyes, but his dick was even more pretty, the kind of dick people would pay a huge amount of money to see on adult websites.

Your mouth watered seeing the precum on the tip starting to run down his perfect length.

“Open your mouth, sweetie” his gloved thumb pulled your bottom lip down making you part your lips and guiding his tip to your rolled out tongue.

You started to suck his tip moving down his length little by little, Kento threw his head back placing his hands behind him on the mattress to support his torso. Nanami daydreamed about the way you sucked him off, mainly when he was away on missions and his mind drove back to moments like this.

“Fuck, that mouth of yours will the death of me” he guided your head further down his cock till your nose touched the fabric of his vest.

You felt him deep down your throat, your hands being useless behind your back, your movements were guided purely by Kento.

“I wish Gojo could see what a little slut you are for me” you started to tear up, the lack of control making you more sensitive to his touches.

You tried to squeeze your thighs to get some friction where you needed the most, the slightest pressure making you moan, the vibration going straight to Nanami’s cock, enough stimulation to make his grip in your hair tight as he shot his seed into your throat holding you still to make sure you swallowed it all.

“Good fucking girl” he pulls you back watching the saliva and cum dripping down your chin.

“Kento~ let me touch you please” you begged, wrists wiggling trying to loose the tie as you watched him roll up his sleeves, exposing the veiny forearms you loved to see.

“Is that what you want?” he took you by your jaw forcing you to stand up on your heels and sit on his lap, “Too bad,” he ran his hands up your thighs till it reached your ass cheeks, squeezing them on his big leathery hands, “I don’t want your Satoru dirty hands on me”.

“Kento, please, I swear I didn’t touch him. I only have hands for you, my love” you kissed his cheek.

“Aren’t you adorable?” you gasped when you felt his hand cupping your intimacy.

His thumb pushing your underwear aside and letting a finger run from your entrance till your clit.

“Kento~” you purred relieved to finally feel something, you rested your head on his shoulder losing yourself to the feeling of rough leather against your folds as he rubbed all the way from your clit circling your hole but never getting in.

Something caught your eye at some point: a black fabric on top of the nightstand. Looked a lot like the fabric you saw everyday around Satoru’s eyes. It couldn’t be his, right? Although tonight he was using his sunglasses instead…

Your eyes began to wander around the bedroom, only now noticing it didn’t look like a guest bedroom.

“Kento, is this Satoru’s bedro—“ your question was interrupted by a loud burning slap on your ass cheek.

“Don’t say his name” Kento murmured, jaw clenched, in your ear, “Got it?” another slap hit the same place making you hiss.

“S-Sorry” you cried, hips circling on the hand hovering your cunt.

Unexpectedly your hands were set free when Nanami undid the knot around your wrist, suddenly manhandling you to lay on your back on the bed as he stood up by the bed.

“Yes, that is his bedroom, where I plan to fuck you until you forget any other men exists” you bit your lip to contain a smile as he removed your underwear making it slid all the way down your legs and stored it on his pocket.

You never got to see this jealous side of your lover, and so far you were loving it.

“Look how soaked you are, sweetie” he held your knees apart watching the puffy lips of your cunt.

“All for you, my love” you laced your legs around his waist bringing his cock to your pussy.

Nanami hisses, feeling your wetness on the curve of his dick, rubbing it to get more of your juices on him. He bites one of his fingers pulling the glove off one after the other.

“Kento, please fuck me” you moan, your now free hands caressing his chest till you reached his collar bringing him down to kiss your lips, which he complied placing his forearms on the mattress above your head while you got busy with having your tongue caressing his, your back curving enough to press your chest into his.

Nanami pushes inside you with no warning, splitting you in half, making you moan so loud he needs to cover your mouth.

“As much as i want the whole place to hear you screaming for me, it’s better if you don’t, love. Can’t let those disgusting elders imagine how gorgeous you look taking my dick like this” two of his fingers force their way into your mouth pressing down your tongue, “It’s a sight only your future husband can get” he whispers in your ear. The implication of Kento wanting to marry you someday making your walls tight around him.

Nanami bringing your legs up till your heels were hanging off his broad shoulders, reaching a new deep spot inside you.

“Fuck, love” he groans from above you, lacing one of his hands with your as he fucked you into the mattress, hips moving on his own pace hitting that special place over and over, your walls so tight around him it was suffocating. You moan around his fingers, saliva running down your cheek along with tears from the mind blowing pleasure.

“So fucking tight” Kento rests his forehead on top of yours his hair falling and tickling your face, he removed his fingers from your mouth finding a way between your bodies to rub your puffy clit. You moan your lover’s name like a prayer as his shaft twitches inside you, his fingers deliciously circling your bud while he destroys your insides, “So. Fucking. Mine” each word he groans is punctuated with a harsh thrust of his hips.

You mumbled words to indicate you were coming, stars covered your vision as you climaxed, legs trembling on Kento’s shoulder and pussy milking him dry as he emptied his balls inside you, his pace did not slow as he fucked through both your orgasms, pushing his cum into you until he couldn’t anymore and ended up falling on top your body as he tried to regain his breath.

“You know I only have eyes for you, right Kento?” you murmured, eyes closed as you came down your high.

“I know, love, I don’t doubt that. Just hate seeing anyone else touching my precious girl” he kissed your chest, neck, jaw, finally meeting your lips.

“What a long talk, Nanamin, I got lonely” Gojo immediately attached himself in Kento’s arm, “Why you have your coat on?” he asked you.

“Kento is giving me a ride home, Satoru. Thank you for receiving us” you approached Gojo’s face giving him a peck on the cheek before turning your back to leave the mansion walking slowly in your still wobbly legs.

“In case this is not clear yet, Gojo-san” Nanami reached for his pocket untangling Satoru from his arm and placing a moist fabric, that was once between your legs, on Gojo’s hand, “Stay away from my business”.

a/n: not me posting the last kinktober fic almost one month after the scheduled date. thank you seb for this event! linking my kinktober writings bellow. let me know which one was your favorite <3

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