There’s something about tonight that has you nervous, on edge and looking over your shoulder for every little noise you hear. Maybe it was the random person you felt like was watching you as you ate dinner, the man who didn’t seem too thrilled when you declined his offer you didn’t let him finish telling you, or the person you accidentally bumped into and nearly knocked over when you were in your own thoughts and didn’t care to take in your surroundings. 

A gut feeling making itself known to you, aching in the pit of your stomach and telling you that you’re in danger. There are no street lights since it’s a residential area, so even when you do look behind you, there’s nothing there. No weapons on hand to protect yourself, you’re alone and scared to be kidnapped or killed in the streets. Even the torch on your phone doesn’t do much to help expose someone potentially following you, breathing heavily as you try to walk home as fast as possible, but you don’t want to break into a sprint incase that sets off your predator. 

Your first idea is to send your location to someone; Gojo is probably the best since he’s the only one who uses his phone semi-frequently. The message sends as delivered, showing your little blue indicator of where you are for him to see. Racking your brain for things to help, even if it’s just all in your head, you remember that people will call someone to discourage their stalker from attacking. 

Once again, Gojo is the first you call as he’s the most likely to answer. His phone is typically on his person and you already know he doesn’t often sleep, except the call goes to his voicemail and you hang up without leaving a note. Shoko, Utahime, Mei mei – fuck you even tried Ijichi before there was one last name on your list: Nanami. 

It’s not like you’ve never spoken or even hate each other, but you would barely call him an acquaintance, really. Working at the school together is the only time you’ll ever talk, and even then it’s typically short and formal before he leaves or ushers you off. His number is kept in your phone for emergencies and honestly, this is as good of an emergency as any. 

Part of you hopes he doesn’t answer and the other wishes he would. There’s another noise behind you that’s picked up by your other ear, your head automatically snapping around to look over your shoulder and be met with darkness. Your legs are burning from the tenseness of your muscles in trying to walk fast, hands slightly shaking as you firmly hold the phone to your ear. 

After three rings, there’s shuffling on the other side before his voice “Hello?”

“H-hey! Nanami, how’s it going?”

“Why are you calling me?” 

Not exactly the response you wanted but it’s something you expected. 

“I uh…” It’s clear to him you’re out of breath, pausing as you took in your surroundings for a moment. “Just wanted to talk to you, see how you’re doing.” 

There’s a pause. Your chest aches and there’s almost a buildup of tears in your eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you in trouble?” 

A sigh and you quieten your voice, leaning into the phone impossibly closer. “I think someone is following me. I need you to talk to me so it discourages them.” 

Nanami sighs your name, “Do you think it’s a curse?” 

“I don’t know,” you make a wrong turn and don’t realise until it was too late and risky to turn back around. “I haven’t seen anything, but I feel it in my gut.” 

“Can you feel its energy?” You pause and focus before responding ‘no’. “Should I come meet you?” 

“No! No, no, no.” Nanami’s mouth pressing into a line could be heard over the phone. “Just… Talk to me, stay on the call, please?” 

For a moment, you were scared he was going to hang up anyway; ignoring your pleading and the fear in your voice, hanging up the phone and wishing you well. Then he sighed through his nose, sharp in contrast to the relief you let out. 

“What do you want to talk about?”

The uneasiness still sat in your stomach, but there was comfort from someone in your ear to ease the tension. 

“Did you see the full moon tonight?”

“No.”

“Oh,” a pause as you look up at the moon yourself. “You should look out your window if you can, it’s very pretty and bright.” 

Even though it was your suggestion, you didn’t think he would actually get up to look — yet you heard the shuffling of a couch and a breath of exertion, indicating he had gotten up to do as you suggested. Silence had you biting your lip for a moment, still periodically looking behind you. 

“Yes, I see what you mean.” 

“Pretty cool, right?” He hummed in response. “I used to believe the moon was made out of cheese when I was a kid; did you?” 

You could already see him blinking incredulously. “No.” 

’Yeah, you wouldn’t.’ You thought in reference to his stoic and serious demeanour. 

“How far from home are you?” 

Good question. You’d been roaming around on auto-pilot, fear taking over your mind as your body worked on muscle memory. The wrong turn you had taken led you the long way home, but you were almost there. 

“Why, bored of talking to me already?” 

Your question was playful, but there was  another pause that made your chest hurt. “I have things to do.” 

“Right, yeah,” suddenly you don’t really care if you’re being followed. “Sorry I’ll let you hang up, I didn’t realise you were busy.” You couldn’t hear it but Nanami grimaced and was filled with regret hearing the way your tone suddenly changed. “I shouldn’t have called we don’t talk like that I’m—“

“I used to hate vacuums.” Nanami cut you off and you almost stopped walking, confused and stunned at his confession. 

“You— What?” 

He hums, “My family would only use sweeping brushes to clean until I was twelve. They bought a vacuum and I had never seen one before.” 

“Nanami,” you can’t help but giggle, “That’s really funny, I hope you know that.” 

For a moment, you were sure you could hear a smile as he responded, “Yes, I know.” 

Before another topic, more childhood confessions or immense guilt over keeping him on the call could take place, you unlocked your front door and entered your home.

“I’m home now, thank you.” Nanami hums in lieu of ‘you’re welcome’. You exhale deep, “You can go and do the other things you need to do.” 

He considers it and thinks of what were those things that were so important he had to do; take out the trash later, read the rest of his book, contemplate if he needs a haircut. Very important things that he might be able to sacrifice to ensure you’re safe and comfortable. 

“I can stay if you need me to.” You toe off your shoes, guilt wracking your body now that relief is sinking in. “That is if you still feel unsafe.” 

Honestly, it would be nice to have his company still now you’re home, a faint thought of the stalker following you home and getting ready to break in. It’s unlikely but you double check your door is locked and move into your living room. 

“I thought you were busy?”

“I can move things around and make time,” he tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. “If something happens to you, that means I’ll have all of Gojo’s undivided attention.” 

You laughed, “God forbid Gojo bothers you more than he already does.” 

The conversation went on through the night, already late enough by the time you got home, you stayed talking to Nanami as you changed into some sleepwear and brushed your teeth. 

“Do you mind if I talk to you until I fall asleep?” The question made his heart soften. He should probably go to bed too. 

“No, but I’ll hang up if I think you’re asleep.” 

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” you climb into bed and rest the phone against your ear, laying on your side and cuddling up into your blankets. “I wouldn’t want you listening to me sleep anyway — not like some kind of pervert.” 

“People sleeping has never been an interest of mine.” 

“No?” Nanami can hear your grin and he rolls his eyes. “What are you interested in, then?” 

“Let’s change the topic.” 

“No, come on!” A giggle that has the corners of his mouth twitching ever so slightly, climbing into bed himself. “You alluded to having other interests.”

“I alluded to nothing.”

With a scoff, you change the subject with a hum. “Fine, can I ask why you left your office job and came back to Jujutsu society?” 

A pause. “No.” You pout.

Eventually you found topics to talk about that weren’t immediately shut down, though Nanami didn’t help much in talking and keeping the conversation flowing. Answers were short, straightforward and difficult for you to work with; you made do and still fell asleep a lot faster than you normally do.

-

It became a nightly ritual after a while. 

At first you hadn’t called him in three weeks, going back to normal in barely speaking at work unless necessary and pretending like it never happened. You almost considered going out again after work and walking home to have an excuse to call him. 

Instead, you called him late one night when you were already in bed. Without any danger it would’ve made more sense to text him first and ensure he was free, but you were lonely and couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t even that late when you called, either; but Nanami, even with a tired sigh in his voice, agreed to talk to you until you fell asleep again. 

It was once a week, then twice, now it was every night you call him around the same time and fall asleep first. 

He was still closed off even talking everyday, but you learnt pretty quickly to just say anything that comes to your mind and Nanami is happy to indulge you. 

After two months since your first phone call, Nanami finally asked “Why did you call me?”

“No one else picked up.”

“Yes, I assumed that — I mean why did you call me at all? We didn’t speak then.”

“You’re right,” you bite your lip, eyes closed and sleep creeping up on you already. “But I trusted you to help me. We work together and I still trusted you even without speaking — beyond your worry of Gojo’s attention.” A tired giggle followed by a deep inhale. “I trusted and cared about you.”

There’s silence for a long moment, Nanami feeling a lump in his throat at your oddly casual confession. 

“I still do trust and care about you, just a little more I guess.”

Nanami has a wall. It’s built high and wide in front of him, indestructible to everyone. Even when he lost one of his only friends as a teenager, there was still that wall of cynicism that he had. Impenetrable for years by anyone and even you still can’t get past it, but the fact you haven’t given up and you’re metaphorically talking to a brick wall with him, it makes the wall crumble. Trusting and caring for people in this world is stupid, although Nanami can’t bring himself to call you stupid for trusting and caring about him. 

-

It was a week after that when Nanami finally pulled a brick out of the wall he had built for so many years, cautiously holding onto it and ready to put it back depending on how you react. 

He texted you hours before your intended phone call, informing you he won’t be able to talk that night due to sickness. Of course you were disappointed as you’d found a routine with him, though you text him back well wishes and a heart emoji. 

To your half asleep and confused surprise, your phone was ringing and Nanami’s name highlighted on the screen, buzzing in your hands as the time read two in the morning. 

Answering quickly and fearing the worst, your voice was rough from sleep, “Nanami? What’s wrong?” 

“I left my office job because it was shit.” 

“What?” Even more confused than before, you groan and rub your eyes. “Nanami, are you okay? What are you talking about?”

“You asked me before why I left my office job; it was shit.” You don’t respond, clearly still trying to wake up and the guilt sits in his chest but Nanami needs to hear you, talk to you like you normally do. “No one cared about each other, everyone was just working to look good for their boss and hope to get their position.” 

Vague memories of you asking were coming back to you, but there had been so many one sided conversations since then. 

“People would help each other but only out of necessity. No one trusted or cared for each other — not like you and Gojo do.” 

Oh, the pieces are beginning to fall into place so very slowly and you’re grateful to start seeing more of what makes up Nanami Kento.

“The higher ups of Jujutsu society don’t care about us, but having people closer to me who do and have good hearts is more important.” He inhales a deep breath, voice strained. “It’s the lesser of two evils and makes me feel more accomplished.”

When you don’t reply after a purposeful pause, he releases the tense breath and calls your name softly.

“I’m still here,” and you’re still half asleep, “Are you drunk?”

“Don’t make a big deal out of this.”

-

He wasn’t drunk but he did talk to you more that night, forcing yourself to stay awake until the sun rose to relish in the development. You’re unsure if he would ever be this talkative again, answering most of your questions about him no matter how personal they were into his background. 

It was nice.

The next day you were tired and half asleep eating lunch you’d brought in, barely realising that Nanami was the one to sit next to you with his own meal. 

You watch with wide eyes as he casually digs in, not intending to make a big deal out of this either. He had a sandwich, something that looked homemade and very delicious. 

“That looks good,” you comment before taking a bite of your own meal. He hums and finishes his bite before you continue, “Did you make it at home?” 

Nanami nods, “I buy the bread from a local bakery but build it myself.” 

“A local bakery huh? Look at you,” your teasing is met with a side eye, his glasses stored away and giving you a full view of his non-threatening look. You only giggle and go to take a bite of your own food. “I might have to ask you to make me one sometime, or even show me where this bakery is.”

“Only if you don’t make a big deal out of this.” By ‘this’ you know he means talking to each other at work and off the phone. 

You take him so perfectly, so slick and wet and tight it’s like a fucking dream. He has to be extra careful with you because your period makes you so so sensitive—no matter how loud your normally are, it gets quadrupled when he's got his dick in you and you're bleeding. So loud he's actually had to gag you to stop your wailing from disturbing the neighbors.

But its no big problem, really, all he has to do is shove his cravat in your mouth. Or better yet when he simply uses his fingers; slides them through your lips and presses firmly against the back of your tongue.

"Be a good girl and suck 'em for me, sweetheart. I know I'm making you feel good but those douchebags next door don't need to know it too."

God you’re just so much wetter.

The first time is kind of an accident; you've never mentioned wanting to be intimate during your period because you know how he is about cleanliness.

You're surprised enough that he's into sex as it is; there's no way he'd want anything to do with it when you were bleeding. The mess, the oversensitivity, the smell...it was a lot to ask from anyone, right? Better not to ask and to handle it yourself.

But he comes over one day without warning. Levi, of all men, knows the smell of blood intimately and the second he steps into the apartment he smells the iron in the air. He runs to your room, thinking you've hurt yourself somehow.

But the sight that meets his eyes is one of you sprawled out on your bed, a towel under your hips and your pretty pink toy disappearing between your thighs.

"It...it helps with the cramps." You squeak out, like you need to justify it somehow.

You imagine him turning away from you in disgust and you cringe—but the man before you is standing quite still. Not trying to move away from you at all. He's silent for so long you start to panic.

"It...Makes you feel better?" He asks quietly.

"Yeah, it helps ease the pain for a while." Your face is burning so much you can't even look in his direction.

"Why...didn't you tell me?" He sounds hurt.

You blink dumbly at him. At Levi, the most anal clean freak you've ever met, and wonder what to say. 'You're so neurotic I thought you'd vomit if I mentioned it to you' somehow didn't seem like the right move.

But after he learns that it helps you, and actually takes some of the discomfort and pain away, he becomes so eager that you actually have to turn him away.

He loves it. How overstimulated you get. How you've got tears running down your cheeks as you blink up at him, lips wrapped around his fingers that muffle the sobs bubbling up in your throat. Sobs you simply can't stop when he bullies that sweet spot inside your swollen, aching walls.

You cry when he starts moving inside you, so overwhelmed by the blunt press of his cock, but you cry even more when he stops.

Fuck—he makes his girl feel so good.

Levi loves it when you get like this, you're like putty in his hands. His whiny little baby that keeps begging and begging him to make her feel better—begging for more, begging for less, all hot and raw and aching.

And God you always get so clingy after. The two of you clean up and take a hot bath, and then he's got you hanging all over him the rest of the night, like you just can't bare to be parted from him.

Your hands card through his hair when you come up from behind him and bend to rest your forehead on the back of his neck. An arm twined with his when you walk together to get warm mugs of tea from the kitchen. The night always ends with the two of you curled up together; you draping yourself over his lap and nuzzling into his chest, just begging to fall asleep in the warmth of his embrace.

The heightened sensitivity and the intimacy of the mess, the flood of emotions wets your eyes and glues you to his side.

And It's fucking perfect.

aki groaned in frustration, a cloud of smoke slipping out his nose and lips as he finally pressed the butt of his cig on the ashtray next to you , “baby, stop moving around so much, would ya?” he was literally asking the impossible judging by the way your body jolts with each thrust.

you mewl, face down to watch as some of the residents from your apartment complex exit the building and vouch for a taxi. “fuck, fuck— aki…” the molten stench of the cig was making you dizzy, enough that you were forgetting that people can hear you.

it’s definitely not the best type of noise to hear first thing in the morning for your neighbor’s sake, but you and aki have been up all night for work and are unable to fall asleep due to the adrenaline rush from killing devils so what better way to cure that than to just fuck like animals for a good night’s— or morning’s rest?

aki hunches over your shoulder, one hand squeezing your tummy while the other tilts your jaw back to meet his eyes. “ ‘m gonna need you to quiet down, alright? i want to be the only one who can hear you.” he leans in for a kiss, one that was full of lust, all wet and messy.

it’s complicated with aki, really. he doesn’t want to be in a relationship but would constantly get your hopes up whenever he’d probe you into these types of situations. the first time was when you came home after a dinner with other co-workers and a drunken kiss led to a hook up. something like this should’ve been expected as soon as you both were assigned to live in the same apartment, you just didn’t expect to like him as much as you do right now.

his cock was stretching you open, clit starting to feel cold from being deprived of touch. your cunt was so fucking wet, the sound of your slick slapping against his balls tickling aki’s ears. his hands were firm on your waist, adam’s apple prominent from his perspired neck.

the base of your ass slammed against his abdomen as you throw it back on him, his abs gleaming from the sheen of sweat and the sunlight peeking past the cracks of the buildings in front of you.

your knees were starting to give out, arms hooked around the railings of the terrace. “aki- i want you, please. please make me cum.” desperation lingered in your voice, it was comical honestly.

“hm? don’t you say the same thing when you’re with other men?”

you mewl when his tip plunged onto your g-spot. “wh-what other men?”

he scoffs, palm striking the skin of your ass and forcing a yelp out of you. “you don’t think i know? all those nights you’d invite some random loser from the bar and i have to listen to you fake your orgasm? i gotta say,” he slaps you again and grabs a chunk of your ass to grip on. “you’re a pretty good actress. but i know you, sweetheart. and i know how fucking beautiful you really sound when you cum.” he chuckles in between pants.

“why do you care so much anyways?” you yelp and aki rocks his hips vigorously, your hole starting to seep with arousal, dripping down your thighs and the curve of your ass marred with the print of his palm.

aki isn’t a chatty person at all, but you’ve been around him long enough to know that if he’s rambling like this, he’s pissed. under those nasty words of praise, his cock is bullying your insides and is risking you of getting a noise complaint.

he isn’t wrong though, you go around sleeping with other men on purpose to make him seethe in jealousy— to make him realize how much you mean to him. you intentionally exaggerate your moans for him to hear on the other side of the wall and he’s taking out the envy on you right now.

his clammy palms bruised the plump of your waist, his breathing heavy and teeth digging on his bottom lip. “because…” he punctures the same spot over and over again at an intermittent pace in between his words. “you deserve more than that.”

you grit your teeth, fists clenched while you whimpered. aki pulls out and wraps his palm around his fat cock, resting it in between your ass while jerking himself off.

he grunts, slapping his tip against the base of your back and taunting you. “so you want me to beg? is that it?” you groan.

“sure. not with that attitude though.” you couldn’t see him, but you bet he probably has that shit-eating grin plastered on his face right now.

it’s a change of pace from his usual stoic attitude.

he sneaks his hand in between your legs and teases your clit, the flat of his finger flicking you. “aki- don’t do this, shittttt…” you were starting to feel your stomach contract, sweat trickling from your forehead down your nose. the heat of the sun was starting to cower the dewy air, you turned your head, mouth quivering from the immense stimulation.

“please aki? i’ll be good to you. i’ll be a good girl for you…” it was so unnatural for you to pout as you are right now, bottom lip sticking out as you plead to him.

aki laughs, moaning while he fucks into his fist before poking his tip back in between your folds. “ ‘wasn’t that hard now, was it? ‘knew you had it in you.” he takes one of your arms and pins it on your back, a ball of his spit plopping down his cock before he snaps his hips against your ass.

his cock stretched your tight hole deliciously, thighs jiggling with each thrust. the tv’s noise and your moans was now swallowed by the honking and the engines of cars downstairs, you can practically see the whole road with your tits smashed against the railings. your arm is sore from being held behind you, slick running down your inner thigh.

“aki, fuck, cum with me, ah fuckkkkk” you curse out loud, your breathing jagged and sharp.

he stutters, grunting as he lets go of your arms and bruises your waist with his calloused hands. “w-where?”

“inside, baby. hah- ‘want you to make me yours.” he frantically slipped himself inside of you once more before fucking you full of cum mixed with your own, pulling his cock out with a pop! sound as translucent white cum dripped down your clenching pussy.

“fuck,” aki gasps and you turn around, seeing his face drenched with strands of his raven hair sticking to his forehead. he massaged your breasts, your palms cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a longing kiss as you walk back into your shared apartment.

you hadn’t realized he was leading you to his room and onto his bed, you were too lost in his familiar lips that tasted of spearmint and cigarettes. you pulled from each other, your thumb pressing on his bottom lip.

you never slept in the same bed even after sex. it’s as if it was an unspoken rule— a boundary you should never cross.

however, this time felt different. aki got you to lay on his mattress and covered you with his fluffy comforter, the buzzing of the ac easing your sore body.

he settled next to you after putting his boxers back on, back against the headboard. “you’re free tomorrow, yes?” he asks, opening up a bottle of water from his nightstand and chugging on it before passing it to you.

“yeah duh, we’re in the same division.” you take a sip from the plastic bottle. probably not the best idea to share a drink with a chronic smoker, but you stopped caring.

aki always hated having to express his feelings especially after the tragedies that had occurred in his life. you were the only one that didn’t pity him when you found out about his past and that gave him a sense of hope.

maybe he’s not cut out for this and more so that you’re supposed to have a wall of professionalism in between you two, but to hell with all that. “let’s go on a date tomorrow.” he sighs.

“as…?” you slumped your head on his shoulder.

“as a couple, duh.” he places his nose on the top of your head, getting a whiff of your coconut shampoo.

“awh, is this your first time asking someone out?” you scoff.

“don’t make me take it back.”

“okay, okay! fine, i’ll go out with you tomorrow.” you’re being nonchalant, but nothing can express the amount of happiness bubbling up inside of you.

he hooks his arm around your shoulder and pushes you closer to him. “this means we’re dating now, right?” you whisper, pecking his jaw lightly.

you weren’t afraid of him, he knew that from your stance and squared shoulders and the nonchalant look on your pretty face. he knew. you knew. your sights set on each other from then onwards.

katsuki bakugou tastes like apricots.

you know that from when you kiss him for the first time, his lips on yours at some stupid party kirishima is hosting for graduation. neither of you remember how much you’ve had to drink, you downed a few peach soju’s before you even went near the blonde— holding onto those stupid romantic strings of fate that just so happened to be wrapped around katsuki’s pinky finger. he tastes so sweet, so delicate and he treats you as such, a warm hand on your waist as he pulls your hips from their spot pinned against the wall into his. yours are in his hair, combing through sandy locks, lashes fluttering against his sun spotted cheeks. you feel almost sick— but in a good way, a great way. like you’ve had too much sugar, but again not enough, finding yourself hardly wanting to pull away from mismatched lips…not wanting to part from bakugou’s. your lungs burn, but it feels so good— all you can taste in the air that you breathe is the fruit that he loves so much and maybe a hint of the love that he holds for you.

“i like you a lot,” bakugou blushes under the flashing party lights— he’s handsome, he’s so pretty, albeit a little awkward but the years at school together have served him well. “more than..apricot?” he offers when you don’t reply, and you burst into fits of giggles (despite his confused face) and rub your gloss from his cheeks.

“i like you a lot too.” you say, watching ruby eyes flood with relief. “more than apricot.”

katsuki bakugou’s last words end with apricot.

you’re years down the line, married now. your wedding had orange roses and ribbons because apricot is your colour— you kiss bakugou good night and say your silly little words of comfort as you do. ‘i love you lots, more than apricot.’ you say, despite how fucking stupid it is but it brings you both happiness. you stay at home with your kids because you’re tired of the hero work and maybe you have something more to live for— a family to look after. a baby girl and twin boys after her. they look like him, so much like him and you can’t help but think about how much you might not be able to look at them when—if bakugou’s gone.

“where is he?” your voice shakes, but it’s demanding as you arrive on the scene— pushing and shoving your way through EMTs and civilians after the villain attack. it’s carnage, there’s blood everywhere and tears in your eyes because when izuku midoriya looks at you— it’s the confirmation you need to know it’s his. it’s katsuki’s. “god damn it midoriya, now is not the time. look at me. where is he?” you shake the man that stands like he’s made of tonnes of bricks until he crumbles when it should be you crumbling instead.

“o-over there— please, you have to know…i tried my—“ he tried his best, but his best isn’t enough because if it were, your husband wouldn’t be laying in gravel, the light seeping from his blood red eyes and the dirt and dust masking the very colour that pours from his fatal wounds.

you reach bakugou in three short strides that feel like three years while you come to terms with the fact that you might lose the only man you’ve ever loved. “h-hey…hey there dummy,” you coo to him, voice still shaking— suffocating in your throat, as you try not to cry. “what happened out there? i-i heard you did so good.” bakugou looks too far gone to hear you, even ask you sink to your knees and pull his head into your lap, not knowing where to look aside from his eyes. that’s how bad his body is hurt.

“y-yeah? s-shoulda seen me sweetheart. k-kicked that asshole’s ass. s-saved em. all those people.” katsuki says, same gravel to his voice…just full of less life as he reaches up with a singed hand to hold of your own. he’s delirious.

“you did, so many people kats. they’re real lucky, yanno?” you respond instantly, squeezing his hand— ignoring the smell of death hanging heavy in the air as you press your lips to his spot covered forehead. “‘m so proud of you, the kids are too.”

“yeah?”

“mhm, oh yeah.”

“‘m kinda tired, babe…” katsuki’s breath becomes ragged, the more he breathes the more blood he loses and he makes a face. the one that only you can read. he knows he’s going to die, you know it too— so you stop the EMTs from trying to save his life. you spare him any pain he might be in, and you hold him like you would back then, when he first kissed you and when he tasted like his favourite fruit.

“y-you can rest now dummy,” you bite back the tears and brush back his hair, keeping your eyes on his as katsuki squeezes your hand again.

“w-what about the kids?“

you shake your head, let the tears roll and burn a path down your cheek. katsuki wipes at one, smearing his blood against your skin and diluting it in the crystal droplets. “don’t worry about ‘em, they’re my problem now. they’ll understand when they’re older. they’ll know how their daddy’s a hero.”

katsuki shakes his head this time, you’re so stubborn and so is he. “what ‘bout you, hah? w-what happens to m-my wife, eh?” he coughs it up this time, red on his lips just like in his eyes and you squeeze him tighter to you, not ready for his light to go out just yet. “y’gonna come with me?” it’s a shitty joke, he’s always been shit at jokes— and it doesn’t land quite right but bakugou somehow manages to make you smile in his final moments anyways.

“you’ll have to wait for me on the other side, yeah? ‘m not ready to go just yet. they need me.”

“‘mkay,” katsuki slurs, blinking slow, yet happy with your answer. “i know.”

he’s fading fast from your grip, you’re choking on air— you’re losing a piece of yourself so you press your lips to his knuckles and say it one last time. “i love you so much,” you heave. “i love you lots..”

“more than apricots…” katsuki smiles one last time, bright and beautiful but somewhat of a grimace to anyone who didn’t know him. who wasn’t really looking, who couldn’t see how sweet he was like his favourite fruit.

but you always saw him.

and you’ll see him for the rest of your life— in his clothes that you won’t put away, in the eyes of his children when they tug on your sleeve for snacks or to go outside and play.

and in the skies when the sunsets into beautiful shades of pink and apricot.

inumaki has been your best friend for about 5 years. the two of you have been steady friends even after high school, very much involved in the jujutsu world together. the two of you are a great team. even outside of missions and trainings, you two are a great pair. wherever inuamki is, you are sure to be close by.

today as you walked out of a meeting, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

meet me by the garden in 5 min? imy :p

lately, every time you see his name pop up on your phone, hear his name in conversation, or even see him walking around, you feel a little flutter in your stomach. you aren't able to put a finger on it. was it just the summer heat? the summer sun had done inumaki well, his skin a little more golden and a few more freckles graced the top of his nose and cheeks.

sure! let me change and i will head over to you

inumaki has been tending to his garden for about 10 minutes. he sent that text a few minutes ago, but only after walking up and down the vegetable rows 3 times. why was this difficult? he never felt nervous to text you, ever. maybe it was the cute dresses you've been wearing? the more care-free attitude that came with the summer breeze?

"toge! how are your plants coming along? everything looks great," snapping out of his daze, toge realized he had poured about half of his watering can on one one of his beanstalks. great.

toge whips around to face you, giving you a thumbs up. it's going good.

giggling, you tip your head towards the beanstalk. "lost in thought?"

a small smile appears on his face and he raises his hands up to sign a couple air quotes. kind of.

"well, what did you want to do today?" you grab the spare watering can and begin to tend to the rows that he hadn't reached yet. you look over at him through the tomato plants.

inumaki cups both hands in a 'c' shape, and swirls them around each other, then points upwards.

"cloud watching? what are we, 4?"

toge rolls his eyes, flipping you a middle finger. that one you understood rather quickly.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding. lead the way," he shakes his head and laughs at you. the two of you walk towards a small area of grass, mostly used for training outside. today it was unoccupied though, which made for a perfect spot to watch the clouds together. inumaki rolled out a blanket for the two of you to lay on, and you quickly took him up on his offer.

you are no sign language master, by any means. but, through the years, you have been able to understand inumaki pretty well. sometimes he does need to text you what he means, but otherwise, you completely understand him.

you look up at the sky, squinting a little at the bright sunshine. toge lays next do you, and looks up. inumaki pokes you in the cheek, causing you to yelp and face him. he laughs, and points up towards the sky, asking you to go first.

there are many beautiful sounds in the world. the sounds of water running over river rocks, the sound of waves on the beach, early morning birds saying their hello. the one that tops them all would be the sound of inumaki's laugh. there is just something about it. so carefree, so light, so warm. it fills your heart up with joy and makes everything feel peaceful. it is one of the things inumaki can use his voice for that has no effect, and it is incredible.

smiling bigger than you should after being poked in the face, you gaze up at a cloud. seeing one right above you, you point up towards it.

"that big one right there? i think that looks like a pig. see that whispy one behind it? that's the tail." inuamki snorts, and raises his fist in the air next to your extended finger, and shakes it twice. yes it does.

"okay toge, your turn," you put your hand back down at your side, yet it doesn't touch the blanket right away. your palm meets the top of inumaki's hand, causing you both to blush and you to pull your hand back, resting it on your stomach.

inumaki clears his throat, thankful you are both on your back as his face is beet red, and points up to a cloud towards the right. he makes a 'hang loose' sign with his hand, and raises it towards his temple. cow.

immediately, you start laughing. "no way toge. i don't see that at all."

inumaki scoffs. you hum in return. reaching your hand up, you point to a smaller cloud, floating along in the middle of the sky. "i think that looks like a cat," he laughs again, and you feel him shake his head next to you. "what! you don't see it? the ears, there's the whiskers, the tail," inumaki nudges your shoulder with his, and points right next to your cat cloud.

his fingers fold over to meet his thumb, and he crosses it over his mouth. flower.

"okay, i see that one. the stem is right there, and the petals, there, right?" he nods. you sigh and lay back, closing your eyes. "pretty."

inumaki nods, but he's not referring to the flower cloud. he sits up on his arm, faces you, and taps you on the shoulder. you look up at him with a hum.

he's never felt this nervous before, he's sure of it. his fingers are spread over his face, as he makes a caressing motion across it and closes his hand again. pretty.

your heart skips a beat. surely, he's not talking about me.

an awkward laugh leaves your lips. "the sky? yeah, it sure is pretty," you mumble to yourself, playing with the hem of your shirt. two of inumaki's fingers reach up to your face, tilting you to face him. he shakes his head. "what are you-" he shushes you, shaking his head again. he repeats his earlier motion, and points at you.

oh.

"me?" he nods, over and over again. you laugh. "do you mean it?"

inumaki nods, a smile spreading across his face. you cheeks heat up.

"for the record, i think you're pretty, too."

he groans in embarrassment, and you to laugh. he covers his face in his hands and rolls to the side, trying to hide his red cheeks. though he isn't acting like it, but inumaki thinks his heart is going to burst.

- You'd suggested watching the child for the next few days so their mother could rest, to which both you and Inumaki were pretty excited. Since both of you were usually busy, you never really got the chance to meet the newest member of the Inumaki clan.

- Thus, the two of you mostly spent the first day cooing and hovering over the small child, to which the baby was more than happy to accept all the attention. They'd grab at your hair happily, and when Inumaki would hold them, he would blush as the child pulled down his collar and touched his markings with its chubby little hands.

- Afterwards, the three of you would spend your time going on walks, shopping for new clothes and gifts for the young child, and on the last day going on a picnic. You'd frantically take pictures of the baby in Inumaki's lap, its tiny hands reaching out to grasp at the flowers on the ground or the butterflies that would come by every once in a while.

- When it was time for the new little family member to leave Inumaki had gone to your bedroom to find the baby lying on top of your chest as you rested against a stack of pillows, a discarded children's book off to the side as you slept.

- Honestly couldn't help but stare, his heart swelling at the site of you with the baby, the way you held them so close and protective. It also pained him to gently pry the child away to return them to their now rested mother, the woman thanking him over and over again before taking her leave.

- After that day the two of you are noticeably more touchy-feely with each other.

- His hands always find your hips when you're cooking, pulling you back against his chest and giving your side a pleasurable squeeze.

- He's also made a habit of resting his hand over your stomach as you both sleep. Even when the two of you have laid down for the evening, you'll read a book as he slips his hand over your stomach and just stares tiredly.

- After about a week since his little cousin left he's decided he doesn't want to wait for the chance of you randomly falling pregnant to happen. He wants to see you swollen with his child, to see you holding them tight against your chest protectively as soon as possible.

- Toge dreams about what they'd look like. Hopes they take more after you tbh.

- Thus, with this newfound dream in his mind, he becomes a lot more clingy and uh....horny. Not that you'll complain.

- His hand that was once on your stomach, now presses down lower whenever he thrusts into you, feeling the bulge of his cock deep inside you as he's slotted between your legs in the middle of the night.

- In the morning you'll wake up to neck kisses, Toge nibbling at your skin and leaving hickey's along the length of your neck as his hand fondles your breast.

- Once you gasp after he pinches your nipple, signaling that you're awake, he's quick to slot his mouth against yours. He quickly slides his hand from your breast down to your wet cunt, slipping two fingers inside and rapidly thrusting in and out.

- You've definitely been woken up to Toge giving you head under the covers.

- At first, you originally thought that Toge was just trying to make up for lost time with how busy the two of you usually are, but you caught on to what he was wanting pretty quick.

- He had you in the mating press position, his hips roughly slapping against yours, as he drilled into you. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders and his hand was grasping yours tightly. When the two of you finally came you tried removing your legs from his shoulders, just for him to grab your ankle.

- He leaned down, keeping you in your current position, and pressed his lips against yours. Refuses to unplug himself from you, wants to make sure his seed takes. Though even if it doesn't, he's aiming to get you pregnant before it's time for him to return back to work.

- Now that you've figured out what he's up to, you've definitely tried teasing the young man. Walking around your shared home with underwear under you long shirt, which 99% of the time ends with him finding out when you bend over to pick something up in front of him.

- Doesn't matter what piece of furniture you're near, he's got you bent over it and pounding away. Whenever he finishes, he pulls out and whatever seed starts to drip from your aching cunt, he makes sure to stuff back inside. Nothing should go to waste.

- He actually doesn't want you sucking him off while he's trying to get you pregnant, what if that was the load that could have made it all happen? Even though he'd be shooting it down your throat, it's not the hole his cum belongs in at the moment.

- At night you've suggested cock warming him, thus whenever he feels your tight walls squeeze him in his sleep, he'll cum inside you. In the mornings he makes sure to grasp your hips from behind and thrust it back in before shooting a fresh new load inside you.

- Waits outside the bathroom whenever you take a pregnancy test.

- Whenever it comes out negative he's quick to fuck you on the bathroom counter, your head resting upon his shoulder as you pant, begging for him to go faster. Meanwhile, he's simply glaring at the negative test in the trashcan as he pounds away.

- Loves when you ride him, however when you're both about to cum, he's quick to flip you over and thrust into you rapidly.

- Whenever you both finish, he makes sure your hips stay up so none of his seed drips out.

- Whenever you do fall pregnant it's all over, and not in a negative way.

- You thought Toge was horny at the thought of you having his kid? Well now there's another new kink, and that's having constant pregnant sex with you whenever he's home from work.

- Loves seeing you swollen with his child.

- Keeps his hand on your stomach as he thrusts into you before reaching up to gently grasp your swollen breasts.

“Gojo. What’s going on? I thought-”

“Yeah, yeah, no warping in randomly anymore. This isn’t for my entertainment this time,” he says before grabbing your wrist and pulling you along with him. He better be thankful that the two of you are long time friends and, if that weren’t the case, you’d have punched him senseless by now. Though, it is tempting.

Instead, you try to pull your hand out of his grip instead of going willingly. “What the hell, Satoru?”

“It’s Nanami,” he says, not looking back at you as he continues to bring you to the front door of your apartment.

Worry immediately fills you. Unlike you, Nanami didn’t have a day off and had to tend to the jujutsu world. Though, he did mention that he was just helping around the school and possibly helping out with the students. He never said anything about going out on any sort of mission. Did that change? Did Gojo drag him into his own mission when you knew fully well that he could’ve dealt with it on his own? He is the strongest sorcerer, afterall. You just wanted to know what happened.

“What happened to him?” you ask after he, thankfully, let you at least put on shoes before stepping through the door.

Gojo doesn’t answer you, just continues to pull you along until you see your surroundings change. You nearly stumble, not expecting the surface you’re walking on to change from a flat surface to cement stairs at the Tokyo Jujutsu High. 

That’s when your friend turns around with a smirk curling up the corners of his lips. It’s a teasing look that tells you that you should be disappointed that you’ve fallen for his antics again.

You groan, scrubbing your hand over your face as he begins to chuckle. “Well, at least I knew you weren’t with Nanami this time,” he teases and, if he wasn’t wearing his blindfold, you swear you would’ve seen him wink before turning to walk up the steps.

All you do is roll your eyes before catching up to him. You know that, even if it was to go back to the old ways, he wouldn’t have brought you to the school for entirely no reason. There was something he wanted.

“What is it about then?” you ask, strolling the school grounds with Gojo. You notice he’s bringing you to the field. “I swear, if you brought me here on my one day off to teach the students I will punch you right now.”

He gives you a cheeky smirk. “You can certainly try.”

You roll your eyes before stepping through the arch so you can see the field. The first and second years are all together. Megumi, Maki, and Toge are in the middle of a conversation. You assume they’re discussing some sort of sparring technique as Megumi and Maki both hold staffs. Panda and Nobara are doing their usual ‘falling’ practice. 

Then, you see the back of a familiar blonde head who seems to be discussing something with Yuji. You don’t know what it’s about, but the boy has a smile across his face. It makes you think, despite how much Nanami may deny it, that he’s truly good with kids. You don’t think you’ve ever really seen Yuji in Nanami’s presence without a smile. Plus, if he can deal with Gojo, he can deal with anything.

“To finally answer your question,” Gojo starts as he leans his shoulder into yours, “he seems a little tense. Thought you could loosen him up.”

The teasing lilt his tone takes on makes you scoff. Despite that, you can see there’s actually truth to his statement. Nanami’s posture seems more rigid than usual and you can tell he’s trying to force himself to relax. A flash of guilt flutters through your chest as you think you know the reason.

You and Nanami haven’t seen each other in a week. You had been on an assignment in Sapporo and you got back last night. Sure, there were calls and texts, but you wanted to be able to see him and he wanted to see you. However, Nanami was busy with exorcizing a curse here in Tokyo. By the time he was done, you were already asleep, exhausted from your own time away. You knew he didn’t want to wake you, so he didn’t come over. Even if he had the spare set of keys to your apartment.

Both you and Gojo stop at the top of the stairs to watch for a moment until a pair of brown eyes catch sight of you. The boy’s smile widens as he waves and calls out, “Gojo-sensei, Y/N-sensei, hi!”

Everyone turns at Yuji’s call to look at you and Gojo. Though, it’s one specific sorcerer’s gaze that really has you smiling as you begin to make your way down the stairs. 

Nanami looks at you as if it’s the first time and you have to hide the way it makes your breath hitch. You’d never hear the end of it if the man beside you caught it.

So, you silently wish that he didn’t have his glasses on so you can see the way his eyes glow in the sunlight as you walk down the stairs. Though, the light smirk spreading his lips is enough for now.

It seems like he’s focused on you and only you. Meanwhile, you don’t miss the teasing glances and whispers the students pass around. You roll your eyes as you know they’re joking about the usually serious, stoic man becoming soft every single time he looks at you. If you were being honest, you’d be joking along with them if you could.

“Hello everyone!” Gojo calls out in response, continuing to the group as you stop in front of Nanami. Yuji had followed Gojo which left the two of you alone.

“Hi, Kento,” you say softly, laying your hands on his chest, his hands coming to your waist as you step up to him. 

He sighs contently, smiling a little bigger before saying, “I thought you had a day off.”

“I did,” you start, bringing one of your hands up to brush away a hair that fell out of place, “but Gojo mentioned something about how a certain grade one sorcerer was a little tense today.”

You let your hands trail to his shoulders, massaging them gently and you realize that he’s even more tense than he looks. Maybe Gojo was right to be concerned.

Though, with your touch, you can instantly feel him relax. 

A remark you overhear that’s followed by a few giggles destroys any and all progress you made. Not only that, but the softness your boyfriend once had is now tainted and you can’t help but sympathize for the man. He had just been able to loosen up until the reminder that you weren’t alone brought reality screaming back.

You glance over Nanami’s shoulder to see the others smirking as they watch the two of you. You lightheartedly shake your head before turning back to Kento.

“How much longer do you have?”

He groans. “Too much.”

You offer him a reassuring smile as you continue to massage his shoulders. Thankfully your efforts have allowed him to loosen up enough that he should be able to make it the rest of the day. It didn’t matter that you would have rathered him come back with you now, he would most likely insist that he sees this through.

So, you bring a hand to cup his jaw as you say, “I’ll leave the door open,” before taking a few steps away. Before you could fully turn to leave, trying to ignore the way Nanami’s bright eyes make you feel, you remember something.

“Satoru, you’re my way home. Get over here.”

-

When Nanami gets to your apartment, you’re in the shower. You had expected him to be here some time after six. So, since it was five, you assumed it would be a good time to shower before he arrived.

However, you hear the bathroom door open followed by a familiar, “May I join?”

You chuckle at the thought of him asking. The two of you were well beyond that point. You knew it and he knew it. Though, this is a little more teasing as you know that, no matter your answer, he’s going to join you. Not like you would ever say no.

“Of course,” you manage to say before you push the curtain to the side to reveal your boyfriend. He’s leaning against the wall as he unbuttons his shirt. A smile splits his lips when he sees you and you think he works faster with the buttons than before. 

He doesn’t take much longer to join you, pulling you against him by your hips, kissing you as the warm water showers over both of you.

It’s all so sudden but all so welcomed. You desperately had wanted to kiss him at the school and you’re sure he did too. However, with the students and Gojo watching, it wasn’t the time.

So, now, Kento wastes no time as his lips move with yours. His strong arms are moving to hold you close, waiting no longer to deepen the kiss.

The tension from earlier is quickly disappearing and you can’t help but smile. You were right.

“Nanami,” you try to say through the kiss as he shows now signs of stopping. In fact, it seems like he’s hellbent on, not only continuing, but taking it further bad his hands begin to roam. 

“Not my name, love,” he mutters as his lips trail from your to your neck. Your breath hitches as his lips brush a sensitive spot in his trail. 

You smile, one hand coming up to comb your fingers through his now wet hair. “Kento,” you indulge and you can feel how he smiles against your skin, “you should be resting. You were so tense earlier and-“

Before you can finish, his lips swallow anything else you were going to say. 

“This is what I want,” he mumbles into your lips before pulling back so that you can see his warm, chestnut eyes that look at you as if you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. “You are what I want,” he finishes before returning to laving your neck with his lips and tongue. 

You can’t help the way you smile at that. He’s always been like this, clingy after prolonged periods of not seeing each other. It’s almost a tradition, him worshiping your body the second the two of you are alone. You’d bet your life savings that, had you been able to drag him away to an empty classroom or dorm, he would’ve taken you without hesitation. 

Now, though, it guarantees that the two of you are alone and can take as long as you want. You know that’s what he's going to do now. 

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” you ask as you feel just how much Nanami wants this. You know he would take you right here and now, but, last time, that didn’t end too well and left both of you with a couple of bruises and Nanami with a gash on his forehead. 

Nanami doesn’t say a word. He just turns off the water and guides you to where your towel lay waiting. Though, he doesn’t let you dry off for long before he’s lifting you, hands grasping the back of your thighs as your legs wrap around his waist. With your arms wrapping around his neck, you kiss him while he carefully walks in the direction of your bed. 

He gently sets you down, taking no time at all to start kissing a hot trail down your chest, between your breasts, over your belly button, and down to your thighs but avoiding the area you ache for him the most. 

You can’t help the whine that escapes your lips as both hands shoot to his hair the longer he teases. 

“Kento,” you lightly scold, causing his eyes to meet yours. There’s a smug grin crossing his lips as his dark eyes look into yours without saying a word. There’s a fondness in them that you think you’ll never get tired of whenever in this situation. It sometimes makes you wish you would be sent away more often. 

Thankfully, though, he’s not making you wait much longer when his tongue licks it’s way from your entrance, all the way up until it just barely flicks your clit. He does this again, and again, and again, and again until you’re writhing and pleading for him to stop the teasing and give you relief. 

It isn’t until you plead, “Kento, please,” that he groans and dives in, lapping at you like a man starved. 

That being said, no matter how invested he is in tasting you, he doesn’t take long to get you to the point where you're nearly screaming in pleasure. He knows everything there is, the best ways to tease you, how to make you writhe, but especially how to make you scream his name as he sucks your clit into his mouth. 

He knows the best ways to edge you, the ways to make you cum in mere seconds, the ways that make your highs feel the strongest. 

By the way he finally slips one and then another finger into your aching cunt, you find you’re not sure which way Nanami wants to go tonight. You know that, once he’s down down there, he won’t let you do the same for him and the thrusts will be deep and slow and loving. Now, though, is the one time where he will do anything and usually has a plan. Today, you notice he must not because he seems to be going for different outcomes all at the same time. 

Your thoughts are cut off as he sucks your clit particularly sharply, almost bringing you to the high he’s bringing on. 

Nanami’s eyes peer up at you just before your head presses into the mattress. You feel him smile as his fingers speed up and his mouth only pays attention to your clit. Before you know it, your screaming his name into the room as your fingers clench in his hair. His groan vibrates into you and you find your hips bucking up at the sensation. 

Kento chuckles as he leans back, slowly dragging his fingers out of you before licking them clean. “You always taste so good,” he mutters before crawling over you. 

This look of his, his lips and chin glistening with you, his hair mussed up from your fingers, the dark but loving gaze he gives you as his fingers curl into the flesh of your hip, it’s one that you always find so endearing no matter how lewd it is. It’s a constant reminder that he is yours and you are his and you’d have it no other way. 

“Such a good girl,” he says quietly, one of his hands brushing hair from your face as he smiles. You smile before pulling him down to kiss you. “Always… love hearing… you yell my name like that,” he says between kisses. 

“‘S so everyone knows I’m yours.”

That causes him to kiss you just a little bit deeper as his free hand moves between your bodies. He lines himself up with your entrance, eyes never leaving yours as he tilts his head to the side. “Should we continue that theme? Or shall we continue the tradition?”

“Well, you are a man of tradition, are you not?“

He ponders for a moment, leaning in to press a kiss to your jaw. “Sometimes a tradition can be broken,” he whispers into your ear, hot breath fanning down your neck. 

You chuckle. “To think that, just a few hours ago, you were so tense that I thought you’d become a statue.”

“To think that just merely seeing you gave me the motivation and energy to get to the moment.”

You smile before directing his head so your lips could meet. Yes, the two of you don’t always have soft sensual sex, but that’s what it was always like when being reunited. This was the first time he’s ever thought of breaking that tradition and you weren’t really sure which you wanted.

Even though you never answered him, Nanami starts to press into you, stretching you wonderfully. Maybe he’s doing this to elicit an answer from you as you moan from the feeling. Your hands grip his biceps tightly as he works himself fully into you. 

Once his hips are flush with yours, he leans over you, one hand coming to squeeze your breast, fingers rolling your nipple while his mouth works on the other. Your chest arches into the touch which causes Nanami to groan at the shift. You can feel the way his cock twitches inside you and you realize he’s not going to make a single move until he gets his answer. 

“I need you, Kento,” you whine as your hands come to gently tug at his still damp hair.

“Tell me how, baby,” he mutters as he trails his lips from your breast to your collarbone and shoulders. “I need to know. Otherwise I’ll be quite content warming my cock for the rest of the night,” he teases. 

You playfully slap his shoulder, causing him to chuckle as he sucks a mark on your collarbone. Right then is when you realize he’s showing you what you could have with either option.

One, there’s the soft side. Gentle kisses with long, slow thrusts that could last for blissful hours. His worshiping would be accompanied by sweet whispers and light and intoxicating touches that lead to a wonderful climax. 

Or two, a slightly rougher approach where he sucks these marks into your skin. His fingers will dig into your thighs, possibly leaving marks as he goes with a rougher pace. It would lead to him circling your clit, not satisfied to let himself finish until you’ve cum at least twice. It would be accompanied by showered praise as he makes you speechless and reduces you to pants, moans and cries of his name. 

Usually, you would want to stay with the usual. Right now, though, not only does the new option arouse you a lot more, but you can see the way the prospect drives Kento to have a certain glint in his eyes. It doesn’t matter if he’s tired, he would give you anything you want and you can see that it could work out more tension and frustration than your usual. 

So, you pull his head from where he’s kissing along your shoulder so that he can look at you. You lean up, letting your lips just barely graze his ear as you whisper, “Shall we break tradition, then?”

You feel how he shivers from your words before kissing you with force. It caught you off guard for a moment until you melt into it. One hand cards through his hair while the other grips at his muscular back, tugging him down to be as close as possible. 

One of his hands grips at your thigh while the other rests by your head. It isn‘t until you begin to whine and wriggle, trying to get any sensation from the man who’s currently content with staying still, that he’s groaning from the sensations and pressing the shallowest thrust to make you stop. 

“Someone’s impatient today,” he teases, pressing his fingers sharply into your thigh. 

“Says the man who was too impatient for me to finish my shower,” you retort, smiling when he pulls back to look at you. 

His chestnut eyes are beautiful as he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling adorably. 

The moment, despite the mood, turns soft as you brush a loose strand of his hair away from his forehead. He turns his head to press a light kiss to your wrist, eyes never leaving yours. Your chest warms with just how much you love the man that’s hovering above you. By the way he looks at you now, you think he may just be thinking the same thing as he moves to press one of the softest kisses to your lips. 

“Kento,” you say into the kiss, refusing to part completely, “need you to move. Please.”

His lips curl into a smile as he continues to kiss you. “Anything for you, my dear,” he says before finally dragging his hips back before snapping them back, causing you to whine at how good it feels. 

With the moment you had, you were almost tricked into thinking that he was going to revert back to the usual. However, as he continues to do these long pulls and quick snaps; with the way his fingers are once again digging into your hip, you know that that isn’t the case. 

This continues on for a while longer, causing your moans to grow with each snap of his hips. Though, with the way he hikes your one leg around his waist, you know it’s not going to last like this. 

With one more thrust like this, you find that you’re right. Nanami is leaning over you as his pace picks up, the tip of his cock brushing that spot deep inside of you so wonderfully. 

His head dips to your neck, laving it with attention while you feel the hand that was once on your hip trail between your bodies. Before you know it, he has you arching into him as his thumb circles your clit while his hand presses down. 

It allows you to feel him so much better than before. The sensation has you approaching your high much quicker than you thought as you feel it so tight that it could snap at any second. 

However, as Nanami brings his lips to graze your ear, you swear that his voice as he whispered a, “Good girl,” into your ear was what made you cry out his name as the coil in you snapped. 

You feel the way he smiles against your ear as he continues his steady pace, pressing a kiss to the area of skin just below your ear. He knows what he does to you, and his deep, low, sensual voice doesn’t help when you’re wound up this way. 

Your fingers are curling tightly against his back as he sucks another mark on your neck. His pace picks up a bit, thrusts a little sharper, as he refuses to let you have any sort of reprieve. The most you get is him pulling his hand away, your swollen, sensitive clit getting a break as he licks your juices from his fingers. 

“Mm, you always taste so good,” he breathes out, breath hitching as you press a kiss to his Adam’s apple. 

“Always for you,” you mutter as you give his neck and collarbone the attention he did for you. The groan he lets out vibrates against you as his chest presses down more. You can’t help but smile as he buries his face into your shoulder as you continue your attentions. It makes it even better when you feel how his hips falter when your lips press certain spots. 

He groans with a shiver as one of your hands slide down his back, your nails digging into the skin as one sharp roll of his hips nails the spot inside you. 

“I missed this,” he mutters, nudging your head away with his own so that he can rest his forehead against yours. 

You chuckle. “It was only a week, Kento,” you tease lightly. 

“Doesn’t matter,” he says before kissing you and bringing his hand back to your clit. 

You moan into his mouth, fingers digging into his back again as he makes a small adjustment. An adjustment, you might add, that told you that he wasn’t going to let you for a lot longer than you originally thought. 

Nanami doesn’t spill into you when he makes you cum a second time. No, he doesn’t show any signs of finishing until you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve tightened up around him. That exhaustion you saw on him earlier is non-existent as you’re sure you’ve been at it for at least an hour and a half. Instead, it seems as if he only just continues to get more energy every time you call out his name while your walls clench around his cock. 

It isn’t until you’re begging him for a reprieve from all of this that he smiles before his hips stutter. He’s spilling into you with a heavy groan as he praises you about how good you were for him, his fingers releasing their tight grip on your ass as your leg drops from his waist. 

He doesn’t pull out, not right away. Instead, he stays there, leaning down against you just a little more. You don’t care how hot both of your bodies are, sticking together with sweat. The feeling of him on top of you is one you’ll never grow tired of and you end up pulling more of his weight onto you. 

“I believe I owe you a shower,” Nanami huffs into your ear with a chuckle. 

You giggle in turn, your fingers curling through his hair as he presses light, sweet kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“As long as you’ll actually rest afterwards.”

“If it’s in your arms, then I will.”

You laugh as you roll your eyes. This man, one who’s usually such a realist, is more clingy than you ever thought. If you told anyone, they would never believe you. Yet, you love the way it’s like your little secret. 

“I love you,” he mumbles into your skin, burying his face in your neck. 

The smile on your face grows as you manage to kiss the side of his head. “I love you too, Kento.”

So, as you lay there for a few minutes longer, aching wonderfully, you trace your hand over his shoulders. Any and all tension is gone as he continues to relax further against you. His breathing is steady as he hides in the crook of your neck. You smile, glad that there’s no more need to worry. The two of you are here together and you will be until you both have to work tomorrow. Even then, you’ll be able to keep a close eye on him. 

- - -