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Xavier Head-canons! ♡

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likes to sleep on your butt, sometimes he will be nose deep in your crack and will genuinely fall asleep that way- he says your butt is ‘the best cushion/pillow’

will be the type to randomly give you a mock bite on the arm or cheek without saying anything

an earlobe nibbler

same with your toes-while you guys are chilling on the couch while jokingly put your foot in his mouth

loves kneeling down and putting on your shoes, especially your heels on for you when going out on dates- will even give a gentle kiss to your ankle

is able to guess plot twists really easily in movies

his books are often crumpled because he falls asleep on them while reading too often

is good at ballroom dancing

goes on the most random missions while drunk- will end up sleeping in a park next to an animal or against a tree in the middle of the night

goes to strips clubs purely because the wings taste good

eats the most random combinations but they always taste good for some reason- eats like a pregnant lady

will have a stoic expression at a concert but is actually having a really good time and super engrossed in it

love extreme rollercoasters and being high up in the air

really cares about his hygiene and his hair even though he dresses casual most of the time- he grew up as a prince after all

sleeps in the most stiffest positions ever- like he’s being out in a tomb or coffin

can hold many things in one hand with no problem- keys, your phone, your stuff, anything

always stands naturally in an almost ballet dancer-like stance

has really good equilibrium, if you try to push his shoulder playfully he won’t stumble

Good Morning

synopsis: You and Nanami try to replenish your intimate time while your child is asleep.

a/n: I’ve always wanted to do this fanfic idea of Nanami being a good yet horny parent who loves his wife very much! also soz this took a while i wanted this to be really good for you guys

pairing: Nanami Kento/Female!Reader

tags: Penis in Vagina Sex, Porn with Some Plot, Vaginal Fingering, Smut, Shameless Smut, Smut and Fluff, Established Relationship, Morning Sex, Female Reader Insert, No Use of Y/N, Dirty Talk, Reader and Kento are Parents, Slice of Life, Nanami Kento loves his Wife

word count: 2.6k

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A soft and thick cover, a slight chill outside and most importantly your husband laid up behind you. You were peacefully sleeping, for the first time in a while, in a loose yet comfy nightgown that held onto your body throughout the night. You slowly stir awake from your sleep.

You hear Kento wake up behind you, letting out a gentle yawn and letting you know he’s up by nuzzling against your neck. He was comfortable enough in your marriage to show off how secretly clingy he was, he always loved touching you in some way. He didn’t say anything yet just in case you wanted to sit in the comfortable silence of the early morning.

It was times like this you always appreciated and loved, the rare moments of the day where the house was still. There was nothing more serene than this.

You rub your eyelids and put your hand back to caress his cheek, letting out a soft groan of acknowledgment of his presence. “Morning, honey…”

“Is the kid still sleeping?” You ask while he’s currently preoccupied with rubbing his cheekbone against the side of your face.

“Pretty sure. It’s only five am.” He murmurs softly in your ear, his voice deepening by the effect of slumber. His hand that was already wrapped around your stomach moves up and down your side, reacquainting himself with your body like he did every new day.

“Which means, we have maybe an hour or two before she barges into our room and jumps on our bed.” You chuckle sleepily, though you could never be annoyed by your daughter’s silly antics even though a foot to face wasn’t the best sensation to feel after a restful sleep.

But you knew she did it because she loved both of her parents very much. And stomping playfully on your lazy bodies with her tiny feet was the best way your daughter could show it.

“Mm, an hour…that’s plenty of time before our little giant comes stomping in…” He sounds like he had something else on his mind as he casually sprinkles soft kisses down your neck. He can’t help it. Even though you don’t see it, you look most beautiful after waking up to him. Soft and as peaceful as a sweet lullaby. He takes his time, placing some behind your ear that he knows is sensitive.

Oh, he definitely knows what he’s doing.

You chuckle bashfully and turn your head towards the pillow, as his deep hum fills your ear as he kisses the dip in your neck. Even after so long, marriage and even getting you pregnant, you still get shy and surprised at his advances at intimacy. He didn’t always used to be so upfront. Back then when you first started dating, he would break a sweat at you trying to hint at something more physical. So gentlemanly.

Well, he still was but obviously he’s gotten more comfortable let’s say.

You speak between soft gasps and slight giggles from his kisses tickling your skin. “Kento, what are you up to?” You try to scold him but your tone fails to show it.

“Just showing my wife some much needed affection…” He gives your ear a little suckle, mostly because he enjoys showering you in affection dearly but because he also loves to hear your sunny laughter.

“Especially since I didn’t get to yesterday…” He speaks softly into your ear between a little kiss at the shell of your ear.

He was right. He came home quite late and didn’t get to tuck his daughter into bed like they both of you would do together usually. He came home sleeping like a pretty painting, before getting in bed quietly and knocking out next to you.

“I don’t know, honey…She could come in saying she threw up or something…Or that she needs a glass of water.” You weakly try to resist, it seemed like nowadays you were becoming the more sensible parent in the relationship. But you couldn’t lie that you had been very pent up recently too.

You missed the more frequent intimate moments you had with your husband, those moments became more sparse as your little angel grew up. Long nights of endless passion turned into quickies during the night with the door locked, trying to not make enough noise to wake your daughter up.

He lets out a soft sigh as he rests his chin in the crook of your neck, like a silent and whiny puppy. “We should plan a night for ourselves one day…Our baby girl can sleepover at Satoru’s for the night perhaps. Even though I don’t particularly trust that man much.”

You let out a soft chuckle at his dry and half-serious humour, turning your head back to give him a chaste kiss to the forehead.

“Is that how horny you are? You’re willing to leave our kid with a man you can just barely tolerate?” You raise your eyebrows amusedly, waiting for an answer.

He responds with a completely serious and intense look, a look that translates to ‘yes, giving my wife an orgasm is that important to my mental wellbeing.’

“Yes.” He says simply, without a moment of thought.

You can only snicker and shake your head. “You’re unbelievable.” You give him a light kiss and he readily accepts it, emitting a soft hum before giving another few light pecks.

“Hm…what else am I?” He mumbles between kisses that get more lengthy as they go on, pressing against your soft and full lips. He’s starting to hope he’s convinced you to give into your overflowing desires.

And it’s kinda working. A wife can only go so long without making love to her very masterful and passionate husband.

“You’re…dramatic…” You get breathier as he keeps kissing you, you wonder why being a mother made you so easily aroused nowadays. He was making you trail off your thought process.

You continue, “and also…very handsome right now…” You speak honestly, as you can see the need and warmth in those beautiful brown eyes of his. Those eyes are the window to pure love and adoration.

“I know. I could say the same about you.” His calmly suave words slipped from his lips before kissing along your neck again. He knows exactly where you’re sensitive, where you’re most warm, what makes your breath hitch…

“You look so gorgeous right now, honey…You remind me how lucky I am to have you, every second of my being.” His face comes up to nuzzle your nose against his, your eyes closing as his hands travel up and down your sides like a valley of soft sand.

“Kento…You’re trying to talk…your way out of my clothes right now…” Your eyes are closed because you know the moment you open them, you’re gone. You want to be responsible, and save the intimacy from when it’s late at night or when your kid is at kindergarten.

“I am…But I always mean what I say, don’t I?” The warmth of his forehead presses against yours, as he sweetly peppers kisses on the corners of your lips. He had quite the skill of seamlessly transitioning between loving and sultry.

Damn his ever so charming voice and words.

“Especially when I tell you that I want to give my lovely wife a good start to her day.” A hand comes up to your slightly flushed cheek, his thumb wiping back side to side against it. You stop resisting and finally open your eyes.

And unfortunately, you don’t regret it. The tension in his pupils are palpable.

“I have so many things that I need to do to you, honey…Let us indulge for once, hm?” His voice is low and warm, like the ember or a small fire ready to blaze at any moment.

“Just how we used to.” He whispers, the vibrations of the sound kissing your lips.

“Okay then…” You nod softly, tilting your head to readily accept more of his kisses. And more of his kisses does he give to you, slowly easing into more deeper and passionate ones. He gets off on the escalation in things, because he knows the final crescendo is more pleasurable that way.

A steady climb to the pinnacle of bliss is what he has planned for you.

A gentle moan escapes your vocal chords as he swipes his tongue against your bottom lip, before you allow him to enter the sweet cavern that is your mouth.

“There you go…” He praises in the softest voice, it melts you every time. Your tongues start going from simply getting a feel of each other, to swirling around in a hungry dance that you both knew very well.

“Ken…Please touch me…” You disturb that steady climb, already giving into the much more lewd side of you that turns him on like no other. Knowing he could make a motherly and caring wife to others, such a salacious and needy woman with only him, made a tent start to form in his boxers.

“That’s the wife I missed…” His hand makes its way down to under your nightgown and into your soaked panties, his two fingers beginning to rub in firm yet slow motions. It was muscle memory on how to pleasure, he never forgot even after these weeks of neglected lovemaking.

“Right here? Right on your clit? Is that where my wife wants to be touched?” He continues his consistent movements, loving how warm and slick you are for him already. And his voice is gets you so wet every time he speaks in this intimate yet tender tone.

“Mhm…Keep going, honey…” You nod, before letting your head fall on the pillow, as he watches your every expression intently. The soft knit in your brows, down to your puffy lips parted to let soft pants escape. He drank it up, all of it.

“That’s it…Get nice and wet for me, just how I like you…” He crooned. But you’re always so needy for him, so much that your hips have a mind of their own and grind against his fingers. Your empty hole still clenches, begging for touch as well.

“Mm..I know that look very well…” Before you can pant, he inserts two of his thick fingers inside of you, all while using his thumb to rub your clit. You sigh of relief.

“Is this what you want?” His fingers continue doing a come hither motion, making sure to circle his fingers to make you clench around his fingers.

“Ah…yes…” You whimper, knowing the tight knot in your lower stomach is about to snap.

“I know, honey…Your husband’s gonna get you there…” He promises, giving you a kiss on your nose. His thumb on your throbbing clit goes faster.

“Cum on my fingers then I’ll fill you up, I promise…” And as soon as he says that, you let out a choked and shaky gasp as your hips twitch. He can feel your essence coating his fingers, he slides them out and gets a taste of you.

“Kento…pull your shorts down.” You direct, now wanting his dick inside you more than ever. Now that he’s given you a taste, you want to go all the way.He finds it so hot when you get like this, blunt and demanding. He always does anything you want anyway, but this tone you get with him causes a thrill down his spine.

He puts his arm under the crook of your leg, holding it up while it’s bent so he can slip inside your needy hole. His other hand goes around your head to hold your chin, so he can see your pretty eyes flutter as he stretches you out. You suck him in like a long lost lover, accepting him into your warm embrace of your walls.

“Keep looking at me, honey…Look at me while I feel how wet I’ve gotten you…” He says through a soft grunt, feeling the end of you once he’s settled in and stuffed you full. You guys are such a perfect fit, and he’s reminded of that every time he worships your body.

You were meant for him, as he was for you. He knew it from the very first time, and he definitely knows it after all these years together.

“You always make me feel so whole…” You gasp again and again, matching the timing of your sounds of pleasure with his steady thrusts. He makes sure to roll his hips to meet that spongey spot inside. You have to bite your lip to try to keep quiet.

“Says you…No one makes me feel more complete than you…Nobody…” He murmurs with his full chest, his hazy eyes brimming with utmost honesty while he fucks you. He looks almost angry with pleasure, his eyebrows knitted deeply, but he’s just determined.

“Mmph, Kento…Please don’t stop…” Your arm loops around his thick bicep, your nails digging into his skin. Your mouth hangs open as you both watch each other, which only makes you even more aroused.

“Yeah? I…make you feel good? While I’m…this deep inside you, honey…?” He says with a tense jaw, hitting even harder and deeper. It causes your eyes to go unfocused, as he was pistoned your sensitive spot repeatedly.

“God, yes…You make me feel so good…Always, baby…”

“Just like that…” You urge him on, your moans turning more into desperate and wanton whines.

“That’s right…Just let me give you this…Let me give you all my love…” His voice getting more raspy and breathless.

“Crap…So tight for me, honey…I, ah, love how you feel…” Even though he would love to keep staring out your fucked out face, he was to squeeze his eyes shut so he doesn’t completely burst inside of you this early. He focuses on putting his all into slamming inside your tight walls.

“Ken…” You whimper gently, your hole pulsing around him to let him know of your upcoming climax. He opens his eyes just barely so he can watch your cum all over him. It’s his favourite sight he never tires of.

“I know…you’re so close for me aren’t you…? So close to cumming all over me, just like I promised…” He breathes heavily.

“Please make me cum…I need my husband to make me cum…I wanna cum for you, honey…” You ramble on, as it’s like his dick is stirring not only your insides but your brain to liquid.

“Cover my mouth…Cover my-” You rush out, as you feel your stomach drop. His hand clumsily goes to muffle your final moan of ecstasy and his strangled groan pressed into the head of your shoulder.

“Mn…so good for me…God, I love you so, so much…” His hips stutter as he pushes his cum deeper and deeper into you, coaxing every last bit of your orgasm out from you. He feels like he can’t even see, with how much just came out of him and filled you to the brim.

“I love you too…” You whisper back once he removes his hand from your mouth, and you both seal your love with a lazy kiss.

“You’re right…we needed that.” You admit as you rest your eyes and catch your breath, pressing your forehead against his to ground yourself.

“Indeed we did…See how everything works out?” He has a small smug smile, to which you can only affectionately shake your head. He shifts you around so you’re back to the original position you were both in before he turned you into mush.

“Now we can rest before the little one storms in…” He sighs peacefully, resting his head back in the crook of your neck.

“Mhm…Thank you, honey.” You let your eyelids fall, the bliss from your orgasm slowing your heartbeat and making everything feel serene. It’s the perfect setting to fall back asleep in. You rest your hands on his arms wrapped around your stomach, as you guys snuggle like two peas in a pod.

“No problem.” And with that, you both fall asleep, ready for the relaxing Sunday morning that awaits you with the man you love and the kid you made together.

Pick up

synopsis: You call Toji up for a very much needed dick appointment. For a few exchanges of course.

pairing: Toji Fushiguro/Female! Reader, Toji Fushiguro/AFAB! Reader

a/n: Toji blows your back out basically.

tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Penis in Vagina Sex, Slight Humour, Cunnilingus, Doggy style, Female Receiving Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Slight Dominant and Submissive Undertones, Spanking

word count: 2.7k

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Buzz, buzz, buzz…

Your phone rings, as you wait for this man to answer. How could someone who’s never fully employed not be able to pick up the phone? You stare at the contact ID with slight irritation, laying back on your bed.

You were calling up Toji. Unfortunately.

Though you don’t know how unfortunate you could be with having such a handsome and very muscular man ready at your disposal.

The transaction was simple. You’d offer a bed to sleep, your body and maybe some takeout in exchange for some dick. And it worked out quite well. He got off, you definitely got off and all would be well until he’d leave in the morning.

But right now he was testing your patience. Which was already wearing thin since you had just come home from work a few hours ago, and you needed something to tire you out. Or at least something to forget about the crap day you had. How long was he going to-

“Hey.”

You flip over and put the phone to your ear. “Hey…Are you here yet? You’re making me sound like a desperate hoe.”

He holds his phone up with his shoulder as his hand steering the wheel of his car. He was driving up and down the street it seems. He smirks a little at your self deprecating quip.

“I’m here. Just don’t have any money for parking.”

You raise your eyebrow, trying not to roll your eyes even though you know he couldn’t see them. Though he could definitely tell just from through the phone.

You could already see where this is going.

“How do you have a whole ass car but no money for parking? I thought you got that odd job recently.”

“It doesn’t pay as much as you think it does. Goes to my rent and bills before it can go to you sadly.” He responds with a hint of sarcasm.

There’s a slight pause before he asks. “So, are you gonna give me the money or not?”

The absolute audacity of this guy. But you were willing to put up with it for the sake of your hormones. Your raging and needy hormones.

You undoubtedly sigh. “Fine...” Your fingers type away as you send some money to his account.

And yes this was an often enough occurrence to have his card details saved on your banking app. Let’s not dwell on it for too long.

“Thanks. I promise to make it worth your while.” He teases a little, seeing the money go through and hanging up to park his car in front of your apartment.

After a while you hear a knock on the door, and you walk up to open it. You were wearing some yoga pants and a matching top, something you knew that he particularly enjoyed on you. And it showed by his obvious glance up and down at your body.

“Can I come in?” He was wearing his usual clothes, or maybe the only pair of clothes he had at the moment, a fitting black top and sweatpants. You could see his muscles peeking through and a slight shadow of his dick. Your mouth watered at the thought of him being commando.

“What are you, a vampire?” You remark with a small laugh, turning around as you begin to walk to your bedroom. As was protocol after you both remove your shoes. You had some standards. He was definitely staring at your ass as he closed your front door and began to follow you through the hallway.

He huffs air out of his nostrils. “Just thought I’d be extra polite to you since you paid for my transport.” He follows you into your bedroom, where you had put the lights on dim mode before he got here.

“Thanks by the way.” He stands in front of you while you sit down and lean back on your wrists. Your thighs look extra soft and pillowy like this.

“No problem. But…I think you can show your appreciation in another way.”

He cocks an eyebrow up. “I think I know exactly how. You’ve been real needy haven’t you? Blowing up my phone so I can give you what you want?”

You pout, because he was clearly exaggerating just to get on your nerves. You had only sent him like…two texts to initiate this. Maybe three.

“I wouldn’t say it like that.” You mutter defensively, averting your gaze.

“Oh, so you don’t want this? You don’t feel…needy right now?” He walks closer, knocking your thighs apart with his knee so he can stand between them. He was messing with you, knowing the word ‘needy’ was striking a nerve in you.

You screw your lips up, your ego not wanting to give you the confirmation that you were very needy. So needy that you were trying not to stare directly at his crotch and pull his pants down.

“No…”

He smiles a little, before his hands travel up your thighs he was ogling at. His hands were rough and scarred, which made them even hotter in your opinion. You could feel the warmth from them seeping into your skin. Your nostrils flare a quick second.

“No?” He doesn’t believe that. Especially with the way you’ve begged for him to stuff you full many times before, and the way you’ve begged for him to fuck you into your mattress with no mercy.

“Not even here?” His rugged thumb rubs your inner thigh teasingly, knowing that your core is absolutely throbbing right now. He doesn’t even need to feel it. The tip of his thumb ever so slightly gets near to your already damp panties before pulling away.

You hate how much this got you wet.

“What will you do if I say yes?” You murmur, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You were trying to hold on to the little dignity you had left.

“Get on all fours and I’ll show you.” He gives your thigh a slight tap, like he was patting the roof of a car. Your skin ripples at his touch.

“What about my clothes?” You huff.

He smiles, the scar on his lip moulding to it. “What, want me to take them off?”

“You gonna ask nicely?” He adds. “Or are you gonna keep staring at my dick?”

Damn, guess he caught you. You roll your eyes and put on a feigned sweet voice.

“Can you take my clothes off for me?” You force out. “Please?” You mockingly bat your eyelashes at him, just to sweeten and seal the deal.

He chuckles, the sound rumbling in his large chest. The sound is dark yet inviting, it has your thighs clenching. “Alright.”

“Lift your hips.”

You lift your hips like he said, as he removes off your yoga pants to show your soft skin. You had made sure to use the nicest body lotion you owned, as well as a nice scent that wasn’t too overwhelming but enough to drive him crazy.

He stares at your body intently, before hooking a finger in your panties to pull them off. A soft moan escapes you as the damp fabric peels away from your hot core.

“Hm, I can already smell how wet you are.” He casually collects the wetness gathering between your legs with a lazy hand, watching you let out a breath. “I thought you weren't needy.”

“I’m not…Just horny.” You mumble.

“Very, by the looks of it. Lift your arms too.” You lift your arms, revealing your tits as they drop softly out of the bounds of tight fabric. You get on all fours, arching your back to show him your glistening pussy eagerly waiting for him.

“So fucking wet…” He grunts, already feeling his pants get tight as he begins to rub his nose up and down your slit. You bite your lip.

“Please…no more teasing. Just eat me out…” You put it bluntly, no longer pretending to not be desperate. You needed to feel the unprecedented skill of his tongue. You whine a little and wiggle your ass in his face.

“So you’re gonna be good for me now? Okay.” He smirks a little as he starts to feast on your clit in a practice yet sloppy fashion, just the way you liked it. You let out a deep sigh and you rest on your forearms instead of your hands, already being weakened by the motions of his tongue.

He was practically making out with it, littering it with kisses and little sucks. You could be a little embarrassed at how obscenely wet you are from the sounds bouncing off the walls, but you didn’t have it in you to care. You were too busy letting out moans of deep, deep relief, the type you get when scratching a really itchy area.

He then decides to use his tongue to go in and out of your hole, which makes you start to twitch. He smacks your ass and grips your cheeks to keep you place as he doesn’t relent not one bit.

“Ah, god…Toji…” You shakily gasp, more whines escaping your throat as you drop your head down. He parts your cheeks apart, just really making a mess of you as he could see everything. This is what you needed, what you were craving.

“Fuck…” You draw out for a few seconds, your eyes starting to twitch as you grip the sheets tighter. He’s obviously amused since you can feel him chuckle against your clit, before really going to work.

You would’ve thought he hadn’t eaten in days.

You were literally on the verge of releasing all over his face before he all of a sudden pulled away, leaving you confused and irritated. You look back at him with a slight scowl.

“Didn’t I say no more teasing? I needed that…” You huff impatiently, before you realise what he’s doing.

“I don’t think you’re gonna be complaining anymore soon.” He pulls out his aching dick, and you almost drool at how big and veiny it is. God, you never got tired of seeing it.

It's how you remembered why you put up with any of his bullshit anyway. Why did the universe always give the biggest dicks to the bummiest men? Life doesn’t make sense.

He begins to stroke it lazily, getting off to the sight of your pussy slobbered with his saliva. It was his favourite sight ever. Other than your ass of course. He lets out a tight breath as he puts a hand on your ass, preparing to stretch you out completely. You feel a drip of his precum drip onto your sensitive clit, getting a whimper out of you.

You look back at his stroking himself and getting even more bigger, wondering how you even dealt with this in your guts the last time before. It bewildered every time you saw it, how he was just walking around with that thing in his pants.

He can sense the slight shock in your face and chuckles, lining up his tip with your aching hole. “Don’t worry. We both know it fits don’t we?”

And before you can say something back, you blink faster at him entering you. It’s like his length was pushing out the shaky breaths you were holding, as you put all your focus into sucking him in.

“Shit…Still so tight for me…” He lets out a deep grunt of approval, which makes you a little proud in your head that you still had it. He hums deeply once he fits fully inside of your hot heat, which is still pulling him in like you were scared he was gonna pull out. He grips the fat of your cheeks to get a hold of himself.

“Head down, ass up.” He instructs with a slight breathy tone, as you give him a look of slight annoyance. This dude had no manners whatsoever, even when miles deep inside of you.

But he’s nothing but amused by your defiance, deciding to give a harsh thrust of his hips so your head falls forward and your back hits a deeper arch. You let out a surprised moan before he puts a firm hand on your back and begins to piston his hips like an angry machine.

“That’s it…No more fighting for me…” He somehow manages to keep teasing you while hitting your sensitive spot each time. Your sounds were unabashed and loud, as your arms went in front of you to grip the pillow. Anything that could maintain your grip on reality as he gave you a reason to stop talking. “Just fucking take it…”

He notices you desperately clutching the pillow and decides to hilt his thrusts more so it was at a higher and more extreme angle. And in response, you only got louder and more obscene. Like a more realistic porn star, where you sounded exaggerated but like a woman losing her mind.

But nothing about this could be exaggerated at all.

“T-Toji…! Holy crap, you’re so deep…” Your voice bounces up and down as if you were on a trampoline, your head turning on its side as your cheek pressed deeper into the sheets.

“Let go of the pillow…This is what you wanted, so you gonna take it…” He gives your ass another smack, his toes digging into the floor of your room as he only gets even faster and animalistic. From the way he was fucking you, it was like he was angry at you but he felt nothing but pleasure at the sight of your ass cheeks bouncing with every slap of his pelvis.

You didn’t know how you were gonna survive, but you ultimately decided to follow his orders and move your hand away from the pillow. Because you would kick him out if he even dared to stop or slow down even a bit. Your arms fall by your side as you succumb to pleasure, which makes him make a sound that’s half a laugh and deep groan.

You looked dumb with scary amounts of pleasure, not even knowing how long he was pummelling deep inside of you. Your eyes were unfocused and your hands were twitching beside you, fighting the urge to put your hand back on his hip bone.

“Toji…Please…I’m so close…Please make me cum…” You hope that is what you rambled about anyway, as you didn’t know if your words could be heard properly by him. The mattress squeaked and the headboard hit the wall with a hard rhythm, adding to the soundtrack of your combined sounds of ecstasy.

“I know…You’re squeezing the shit out of me…” He grits his teeth as he grips your plush hips enough to leave bruises, his eyes glued to the sight of his wet dick sliding back in and out of you.

He looked up to the ceiling so he wouldn’t cum before you. “This is exactly what you wanted, huh? Me coming here and fucking the shit out of you?…And making you scream my name…Didn’t you?”

“Mm, yes…! Holy shit…Toji…!” Your eyes roll back as you close your eyes, your last and final cry being slightly hoarse and wanton. You clamp down on him like he wanted him permanently attached to you, and you can barely just manage to hear him curse over your wails.

His hips stutter as he pushes through your tight walls, before ramming inside of you a final time with his cum. You twitched as you felt his throb inside of you, feeling you bit by bit as he flushes your walls entirely white.

Your body goes limp, becoming a rag doll as he pulls out of you and you slide down into laying on your stomach. You smile dreamily to yourself, knowing you immediately felt like you were on a cloud.

He watches his cum drip out of you a tiny bit, helping himself to another gentle slap of your butt. He was just addicted to the way it jiggled and swayed, finding your soft yelp cute.

“Didn’t even know I could cum that much.” He notes as he lays down on his back beside you, his face a stoic yet completely sated.

You lift up your head and chuckle breathlessly. “Really? With that monster you had in your pants? I thought that was the average amount for you.”

He chuckles a little, his eyebrows doing a small raise. “Yeah, maybe I never realised…”

You both catch your breaths and stay in comfortable silence for a bit, getting some of your stamina back. Then he breaks the silence.

“Can I use your shower before you leave? And your fridge?”

You were too tired to care. After what he just gave you, that was seen as menial compensation. You roll on your back.

“Sure.”

Drifting in Sunset Skies

synopsis: Superman decides to share his world with you. The world up above you and Metropolis.

a/n: thank you so much for all the love!!! i genuinely didn’t expect it lol

pairing: Clark Kent/Female!Reader, Superman/Female!Reader

tags: Fluff, Reader Insert, No Use of Y/N, Lois Lane!Reader, Established Relationship, Kissing

word count: 1.2k

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You never thought that you would be able to achieve this. Working in the great city that was Metropolis, reporting and gathering information on the great mysteries that lie beneath its sunny surface. You were doing something you loved.

But you also never thought you would be up thousands of feet in the air with an alien who runs around in red underwear. Who was also a superhero.

Maybe you were finally living the average life of a Metropolis citizen after all, except you were willing to put yourself in this situation after he convinced you. Somehow.

“I can’t believe I let you do this.” She holds him tight as you dig your chin into his chest, not even daring to look down or open your eyes. The slight breeze hitting your clothes was enough to make your heart sweat. And your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders were like a tight rope. “I can’t believe I let myself do this.”

He laughs warmly, his sturdy hands holding your waist as he peers over the beautiful and warm city. Oh how he loved it so much. Even more when a golden sunset peered over it, which is why he has you in this predicament in the first place. “Well, if you let me do this then that must mean you trust me to a certain extent.”

He tilts his chin down to get a view of you hair bowing in the wind, his tone with promise and affectionate. “So you should trust me when I say to open your eyes. You’re really missing out.”

Of course he would say it so normally and with such enthusiasm, he was used to this. This was his domain not yours. Yours was comfy on the ground, preferably with your pen and paper in hand at the Daily Planet.

But this really meant something to him, to show his view of the world, which he knew you couldn’t relate to. No one could to the metahuman that was Kal-El. And he was right, you did trust him. So you open your eyes, opening the left before the right and slowly looking around.

He adoringly takes in your amazed features as you take everything in, your eyes reflecting the pink and orange hues emanating from the sky. Skyscrapers and buildings you loved dearly glittering with the rays of the yellow sun. It looked like a painting only the best could capture. You knew Metropolis was a beauty, but it was even more beautiful from up here.

You couldn’t believe he got to experience this all the time. Your skills in journalism and writing couldn’t even begin to write down the scene that was this.

After you’re done being hypnotised by the scenic view you turn back to Clark who was just staring at you with a dopey smile. Like even this high up, the most gorgeous landscape was you.

“Did you know I had a big fear of heights?” You huff a laugh out of your nose, your heart still in fight or flight mode. But you still try to remain ever so witty. “Well, still do.”

“I couldn’t even go in the elevator or like, the stairs that have the gaps in them where you can see the floor below.” You tell him, reminiscing on your child self avoiding anything slightly elevated like the plague. He listens intently.

“But look at you now, Ms. Reporter. You’re flying high with me.” He says with amusement, looking behind you at the clouds before back at your eyes. “Am I wrong to assume younger you would be proud?”

“No you wouldn’t be wrong at all.” Before adding. “Especially if she saw I was with the embodiment of a teenage heartthrob like you. She wouldn’t even believe me.” You chuckle, knowing that if you had told her she’d be with someone from another planet who also looks like he walked out of a magazine with it’s target audience being blushing fan girls, she would’ve said bullshit.

And you’d be proud of her.

You blink owlishly as he tilts your chin up with his finger, his laugh rumbling in his chest. “Teenage heartthrob? I think that’s the best compliment you’ve ever given me.” He teases.

You get a little bashful, you know you’re not exactly remembered for giving out compliments. But when you did, you absolutely meant them.

“Well…I also think you’re really sweet and trusting. Even to snarky people like me.” You gaze into his blue eyes, and the warm sun that bathes his chiseled features.

“You’re also boundlessly optimistic. Which…is something that I envy.” Your words end with a pang of emotion.

“I don’t think you should ever be envious of anyone.” He says with absolute sincerity, like he does with everything. He hand cradles your face to emphasise his thoughts.

“Even if you’re not…boundlessly optimistic like me, you’re boundlessly persevering. Always searching for answers and your perspective on the world, even if it means you risk your life for it.”

“I seek humanity and kindness, but you also seek truth and curiosity.” His thumb gently rubs your warm cheek, which is coming from your semi flustered state.You didn’t even have a chance to avert your gaze like you normally did when he got like this.

“But in both, and what I think what brings us together, is that we both seek justice.” His words hit straight to your heart. He looks deeper into your eyes and what seems like soul, the soft clouds and sunset doesn’t exist to him right now. “That’s what unites us.” He makes sure every word sticks in that big brain of yours.

“And what makes us such a great team. In my humble opinion.” He ends with a glint of playfulness, which makes you shake your head and laugh.

He moves a flying strand away from your face.

“I…don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone compliment me like that.” You muse before your eyes soften with thankfulness. “No one but you.”

He smiles back affectionately as he rubs his nose against yours in a caring manner. All he wishes for you to do is believe the words he says. After all, you’re the most amazing person to exist. Your own sort of metahuman in his eyes.

“I hope I’m only the first of many.” He murmurs as you can’t help but look at his plush lips. You can’t help it, you’re doing the most romantic date you could be possibly doing with a superhero.

“You inspire me…Everyday.”

“Can I…give you a kiss?” He’s always such the country gentleman. He leans in closer, your lips barely about to touch as he waits for your permission.

You chuckle and reply back. “I mean…I think it would be a missed opportunity if you didn’t kiss me right now.”

“I still want you to say yes.” He chuckles as his heart flutters, you look so cute right now. And the sun has set at a perfect height, making everything look like a romantic movie.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yes. Please kiss me, Smallville.” Your eyes start to close shut, your lips parting in anticipation.

You both tilt your heads and press your lips together, as you kiss slowly yet with intention. It feels like a moment you would never forget, the time you went to the skies with him.

You hope this never ends. You hope being with him never ends. You and Superman against the world.

Eating After Hours

synopsis: Nanami needs something to fill his empty stomach after a shit day of work. And it’s the taste of his wife.

a/n: Nanami will always be a munch in my eyes. He’s a feen for the cat.

pairing: Nanami Kento/Female!Reader

tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Slight Fluff, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Reader Insert, Female Reader Insert, No Use of Y/N

word count: 2.1k

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He’s hungry.

He’s currently on the train home, staring at the night blur of the geometric city buildings running across outside the window. He’s coming home from work, after conversations with people he would rather not talk to at all, meetings he wishes he could just adjourn and chuck his papers in the bin, swearing to never place even a pinky toe in that cold and taxing prison again.

Because all he wants to do is be with you. Conversate with you. Have long meetings with you in the privacy of their bedroom (or any room really) instead of his irritable boss, which he is just so close to just throwing a folder at his head. Press and caress your soft and malleable keypads, instead of the coarse ones that he has to type with at his desk while he slaves away at his 9 to 5.

You’re his favourite coworker after all in the company that is your marriage. You’re the employee of the month, every month in his eyes.

But unfortunately the world doesn’t run that way. Though he wishes it could. That he could earn money by just…being with you. He would never complain about a day of work again if all he had to do is clock in with his lovely partner. Honestly, the word ‘work’ is a disservice and honestly an insult to the type of person you are.

You are so much more than that. So much more than the stained cogs of shitty capitalism or the unjust hierarchy that runs this very world. So,so, so much more.

And oh yeah, he forgot he was feeling hungry. But more of he’s starving for your smooth hands to run across his neglected body and that delightful smile you greet him with whenever he opens the door than any dinner out there. It’s so bright that its rays melt off all his qualms, he doesn’t even remember what got him down in the first place.

He needs his sustenance. The superfood that is his wife, his lover. Packed with nutrients and all sorts of goodies. The meals from the store throughout the day during his short breaks just didn’t cut it.

What he needs to fill his stomach is you. That will rejuvenate him after a long and tiring day. Then he can go to sleep happy.

He’s thought so much about what he’s gonna do to you in fact that by the time his train of thought is over, the literal train he’s on approaches his stop. He gets off and starts to walk steadily towards the apartment where you are currently residing.

He thinks you’re probably laying on the couch, wearing some cute shorts and a fitting tank top that lays over your curves nicely like plastic wrapping to delicious treat that lays underneath. And you probably smell just as delicious too, wearing the scented body oil he bought you a while back that smells like warm brown sugar and slight cinnamon. You’re a walking dessert.

He can’t wait to take a bite.

He opens the door up with his keys, and to no surprise, you’re laying down on the couch looking as relaxed as ever. A painting that he never gets tired of seeing.

You sit up and smile as soon as you see him, it’s like your eyes soften with complete love at the sight of his exhausted face. He looks so handsome even when he’s done with the world. Those deep brown eyes and ever so stoic face. It’s a little adorable for such a serious man.

You walk up to him and give him a nice and big embrace, swaying him side to side a little. Like you were rocking him to sleep. And he immediately rests his head on your shoulder, letting out a soft sigh and setting like pastry fresh out of the oven.

“Aw, honey…You look so tired.” You coo, rubbing his broad back in circular motions. Your tone already has him willing to tell you everything that went wrong today.

But he spares you the pain, your sweet ears don’t deserve to hear that.

“I am. Work was shit.” He puts it simply. You were the one person he could be honest with. He wraps his arms around you, occupied with rubbing his nose against your neck in a subtle yet affectionate manner. You smell just as he expected, toasty vanilla with notes of your unique scent. It sprinkles all over him.

“But at least you’re home now. And we can pretend work doesn’t exist for at least two more days.” You try to lighten the mood with a soft laugh, feeling him start to take a small sniff of the spot below your ear. It was a habit you had gotten used to, his unusual addiction to inhaling your scent at any given moment. It’s like a magnet was snug deep in your neck and the other of the top of his nose, gravitating towards one another at all times.

“Mm…you’re warm. Did you take a bath?” His voice is low and sends ripples through the air, his hands re-remembering the sensation of your supple waist and even more supple hips. Soft and squishy akin to well made brioche fresh out the oven.

“Uh, yeah. I used that soap you gifted me a while back. It was really nice.” You try to speak normally as if he’s not feeling you up right now. It’s hard to focus when he does this to you, your mind can’t help but wander to the early morning where he struggled to leave your side for work.

“Then I will buy it again next week.” His hands that were already stuck to your hips glide down your ass to the back of your thighs, picking you up like he didn’t just do an entire day of work.

You make a soft squeal of surprise, more at his sudden energy than his strength. That was something you were well aware of.

“H-Honey…are you not hungry?” Your voice wobbles a bit as he carries you back over to the couch you were laying on previously, on your back.

“Oh, I am.” He powders sweet kisses down your cheek to the valley between your breasts, nuzzling against your stomach like a quiet cat yearning for touch. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him make his way to the waistband of your shorts.

“K…Kento…” You whisper, trying to wonder what mischievous plan he has in that smart head of his. He parts the supple loaf of bread that is your legs with little to no effort as you don’t bother to resist. His head between your thighs as he rests his cheek against the inner part of it was a dangerous combination.

“The scent of the soap is even more intense here.” “So soft and sweet, aren’t you? My lovely wife…” He thinks aloud, talking to himself while taking a deeper inhale of your inner thigh. The heat from your skin was making the toasty vanilla scent even more addictive. His breaths from his nose make you squirm a little and suck in a breath.

He moves to the other thigh and repeats the same action, letting your aroma fill his senses. He trails his nose down to the middle section of your shorts, feeling the warmth of your core permeate through. “I think I should get a proper whiff of you. I haven’t had my fill since this morning.”

“I missed you. Every inch of you, honey…” He looks up at you through his eyelashes, pressing his nose even firmer to your pelvis and taking a bigger inhale. His hands loop around your thighs to caress them.

“Did you think about me?” He asks while casually moving the part of your shorts to the side to see your panties. He keeps eye contact with the slight damp spot on them.

“I..ah…I did. While I was in the bath actually.” You admitted, knowing that you were steeping in the water with only thoughts of your husband. How you wished he was in the bath with you, washing your back like he usually did.

“I missed you a lot.” You add, knowing it’s silly to miss him so much after being gone for a few hours. Your sentence is ended with a small gasp as he pets your clothed core, like he was inspecting it.

“Mm, I see. That must explain why you’re so wet right now. I’ve been leaving you waiting for me, haven’t I? That’s no good.” He feigns an apology, lifting your hips and starting to pull your shorts down.

“I should rectify that.”

“I don’t know, honey…you’ve had a long day and-“ He loves how considerate you’re trying to be at the moment, it shows how caring you are. But this would relax him more than anything else right now.

And the one thing about Kento, once he had something in mind, he had to see it through.

“Shush…I need this. I need you, honey…” Your shorts are now on the floor, with your layered core right in front of him. He can even see a little heartbeat of arousal peeking through. He pulls them off too, resisting the urge to smell your wetness of the fabric and drops them on the floor next to the couch.

“And…” He pauses, “I’m starving.” He peppers wet kisses down to your inner lips, teasing you a little. He wanted to savour this meal, before getting to the main course that was your swollen clit. Your eyebrow knit in slight pleasure before he then takes a long lick up your slit.

He lets out a sigh of relief like a starved man deprived of water, and so do you. His tongue was so hot and soft. He gives languid sucks on each of your inner labia, letting your taste coat his tongue. You were slightly salty, it reminded him of melted butter drizzled on bread. He gives a long kiss to your bud that has been patiently waiting.

You sigh shakily. “Mn…Honey…” You arch your back a little.

He groans against your core and loops his arms tighter around your thighs, like he wanted to drown in your dulcitone syrup. He grabs your hand and places it in his golden locks, guiding you to push his head into your pussy.That’s all he wanted to hear and feel, to see.

You grip his hair and he begins to suck on your bud firmly in a pace he knew you liked, in between letting his nose grind against it too. He can hear your sweet and wanton moans as you sink into the couch. Your small whispers of ‘yes’ and ‘just like that, kento…’ filling his needy ears.

You can’t help but buck your hips up into his mouth, and he feels himself get hard at being a servant to your pleasure. He groans again, sending deep vibrations to your clit as he begins to suck harder and for longer periods. His hands dig into your plush thighs.

“Ah…I’m…I’m getting close…” You whined desperately, stuck between pulling away and pressing him further into you from how good it felt. He was a master with his tongue and mouth, he always ate you up like he next meal wasn’t promised tomorrow. Your head falls back against the cushion as your thighs close around his head as you feel the knot in your stomach about to snap.

He kept going with more persistence, feeling your thighs about to shake around his head. He can’t wait to finally and properly taste you. And he does. You clutch his hair tighter before releasing it and letting out a throaty moan that echoes through the living room. Your essence coats his tongue and he licks you greedily, getting every single last drop. He loved the flavour of his wife, as he gave a few more lazy strokes of his tongue on your over sensitive clit.

You let out raggedy breaths, ones that interrupt after another as he holds you in place: You blink slowly since he’s practically sucked out the rest of your energy.

He essentially wipes you clean with his tongue, lapping up your cum like it was icing. He pulls his face away, and travels back up your torso.

He licks his lips and gives a few soft kisses around your mouth and on the tip of your nose, which you respond with a soft hum of acknowledgment. You were still recovering from him eating you off the bone. He smiles softly at that face he loves dearly, you blissfully in peace.

synopsis: A lazy morning with a Krypton by your side. With a super powered twist.

a/n: Based off a comic book scene where Clark and Lois hookup in the sky. And a comic panel or something I saw of Lois waking up to Clark sleep-floating.

pairing: Clark Kent/Female!Reader

tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Penis in Vagina Sex, Superpower Use during Sex, Fluff and Smut, Slight Banter and Humour, Flying during Sex, No Use of Y/N

word count: 1.9k

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It was a beautiful morning. With an even more beautiful man beside you. You had just spent an amazing night, having a romantic candlelight dinner at your shared apartment with this said man.

But this man was not just any man at all. He was Superman.

Well, he was Clark Kent to you. Or Smallville or any other teasing nicknames you could come up with about his country bumpkin roots. But at the end of the day, he was always just Clark.

But this morning you would be reminded of the capabilities of a certain starred immigrant, as you open your closed eyes and feel a lack of a comfy mattress beneath you. Your heart wakes up before you do as your eyes shoot wide open and as you look at the covers draping over you both. You look down.

Holy crap. You’re both in the air.

Random laser shaped burn marks, things being accidentally broken all the time were things you could deal with. A little annoying but fixable. But this?Sleep…floating? Sleep…flying? Meaning that you could fall flat on your face before the day has even started or process what’s happening?

You’re just glad that you were cuddling with him, your arms around his torso to keep you afloat and laying on your side. While he sleeps so blissfully with a small and sleepy smile on his face. Classic Clark.

You tap him on the shoulder gently,because god forbid he jolts asleep and you both break the bed due to dropping a few feet. “Uh…Clark?”

His eyebrows furrow as he lets out a soft groan, before opening his eyes up slowly. It takes him a while to realise what’s going on before looking to the side below him.

“Oh, darn. Didn’t know I could do that.” He murmurs groggily while fixing his hair, while the other hand is snugly around your waist. You wondered how he could talk about this so casually.

“I…didn’t know that either.” You reply with a slight dry tone, as they both of you are still very much floating with the covers just barely clinging on. You raise a slight eyebrow in amusement. “You didn’t know that you levitate in the air while sleeping? It’s never happened before?”

He chuckles a little, his voice a tad bit rougher from being still affected by sleep. “If I have…I haven’t noticed. Or no one has ever told me.” His eyes are warm with affection as he takes in your look, comfortable and right at home in his arms.

“Guess I just feel a little…elevated in spirits today.” He quips with his usual cheesy grin, waiting for the part where you playfully groan and boo him. It’s almost as fun as making the pun itself.

You give him a deadpan look, though your eyes can’t lie that you do find it indisputably charming. You should hate corny puns but you don’t. You have a newfound appreciation for them because of him. “Very funny. I’m glad our dinner last night had such an effect on you that it appeared in physical form.” You muse.

“Indeed. Maybe my body is showing its appreciation.” He muses back, his eyebrows do a small jump for happiness. They’re still floating by the way, as it’s not uncomfortable. She almost forgets they’re in the air right now. “You should be happy about it.”

You laugh softly. “I am. I’ll let your body know I said thank you.” You pat his chest, which makes his heart flutter. It’s an amazement how you still make his heart sing and stutter, in a way that doesn’t happen with giant monsters or threats he deals with in Metropolis.

“Though…this is some very useful information I will be remembering for later.” You say with slight mischief, as it doesn’t feel that bad as it looks like to someone walking in. You’re completely supported by his arm holding her by his side, it almost feels like they’re in a cloud of some sorts.

Maybe it’s because you’ve already overcome the fear of being in the air with him. Or maybe because…your imaginative mind was going to other places.

It seems like he catches up on that, you can’t exactly expect the man with super hearing and x-ray vision to not notice the small changes in your face. Especially since he loves to stare at it so much.

He looks down at the bed below that at you with the same gaze. “I’ll have to make note of that too.”

“It’s very convenient.” He adds.

You smile back at him slyly like a playful cat. “Yeah. It feels nice and light.” You trace his chest with your finger, feeling how bulky yet soft he is. “The bed isn’t making any noise.” You shrugs your shoulders.

You gaze into his eyes, trying to give an air of nonchalance in this little banter of yours. “Very convenient indeed.” Your voice softens like the sun peeking through the window.

“Maybe it’s not so bad after all.” He murmurs before getting an idea and shifting you so you’re now straddling him in the air. You wobble a bit before adjusting from the speed at which he moved you at, your eyes a little surprised.

“And it’s definitely not so bad like this.” He wiggles his eyebrows a little, which you return with a short eyebrow lift. He starts to feel you up, which was on your bare skin from the…fun you both had last night.

Were you really about to do this? I mean, a little flying wouldn’t hurt right? Especially with him feeling you up like this, you dissolve like putty at his strong and big hands reaching up to your ribcage.

He always convinced you to do the craziest things.

“Are you sure, Clark? I don’t wanna fall off or break my nose.” You say with slight concern, your hands on his chest for stability as you look down at his smitten eyes. Like he’s not even listening to what you’re saying as he admires your body and soul. “I need my nose.” You joke gently.

He chuckles warmly, sending a warm ripple down your spine. “I’ve got super strength, remember?” He’s already getting hard, and you feel it right against your core. “Just focus on enjoying yourself.”

“Look, I’ll show you how comfortable it is.” He promises as before you can even utter a single word, he lifts you up by your pliable hips and glides you down on his length slowly. Your retort gets cut off by a slight gasp and moan, matching with his sound of approval in a deeper tone. You forget what you were even going to say.

“Mmn…Yeah, but…how about moving? Won’t that be…challenging?” You try to breathe out as it feels like he’s in your lungs right now. It’s crazy just how much a Kansas boy like him could fit in those denim jeans of his. Even after a few months of dating, the feeling of him inside of you always felt so full and filling.

“I don’t think so…Not if I’m moving you like this…” He grunts softly as he begins to lift you up and down his aching length with ease, which makes you grip his chest tighter. You start to let out those soft moans he loved so much, he could watch your face melt into pleasure a thousand times. You’re so warm and wet, it’s such an easy glide as he practically bounces you in his lap.

“See? Do you…still think it’s difficult?” He pants as you squeeze him so tightly, like your walls are giving him a firm embrace. His face makes a small wince of pleasure, trying not to cum inside you already at your sudden heat.

“You forget how…ah…persevering I can be when it comes to you…” His eyebrows knit as a ruddy blush starts to colour his cheeks, the sound of your skin contacting filling the bedroom. His grip on your hips is tight but you don’t care, as long as he keeps pummelling your stomach like this.

“Hah…I guess so…” She let out a desperate whine from the throat as he starts to buck his hips up, as he does all the work while you just sit there and take it. You tilt your head back as you whimper his name a few times, your mind being filled with only how good he feels. How good you both feel together. “I..take it back…”

“Hah, yeah…You take it back..?” He can’t help but smile a little bit, though it’s not a full one due to the pleasure running through his body like an electric current. How he can manage to tease you while thrusting up into like his life depended on it astounded you. He increases the pace, which makes your eyes squeeze shut as your head falls back down as he pushes a louder moan from your lips. “I proved you wrong…?”

“Holy crap…yesyesyes…You did…” You start to ramble, he was the only person who could reduce your sharp tongue to mush. You didn’t even care about your ego right now, you would agree to anything he said at this point. He was attacking your weak spot with so much precision it was scary.

Probably because he could use his vision to pump inside of you. Which he also deeply loves. He keeps going, not even really breaking a sweat as he watches you melt on top of him intently.

“Now just focus on making me cum, Clark…I’m so close…” You begged frantically, as you opened your eyes to make eye contact with him. You can tell that he’s getting close too, but how he’s barely keeping his eyes open and staring at the slickness of your arousal around his cock. How a white ring is starting to form at the base of it. “Please…” You start to slam your hips up and down on him, now longer concerned about being in the air.

“Jeez…Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you there…I got you…Crap, you feel like heaven…” His panting and groans get more desperate and needy, his thrust getting a tad sloppy but still doing its job to get you at the finish line. The cover that was barely hanging on for dear life had now slipped off and fell onto the mattress.

But you didn’t even notice since you were already finishing all over him, just how he likes it. “Clark…! Jesus Christ…” Your hips stutter as he pushes your hips down and stops you from moving, pushing his cum further into your hole. You let out a few frantic and breathless moans, your legs trembling like a leaf in the wind.

“Ah, darn it…Just like that…So perfect…So pretty…” He praises you as his thumb rubs your waist, still feeling the pulsing and clenches of your soaked walls. He grinds your over sensitive clit against him in slow motions, dragging out your pleasure.

You let out a deep sigh, your body slumping like a tight string that had been released. You immediately felt relaxed and a little dazed, and you glanced at the dopey grin on his face.

“Darn it? Really?” You teased him as you came to your senses, huffing out a small laugh. Of course he would be the type of person to say darn it during sex.

He scoffs playfully, while his chest goes up and down. “You’re making fun of me now? While I’m so vulnerable and I just gave you so much pleasure?”

“I expected at least a thank you.”

You giggle breathlessly and lean down to give him a soft kiss on the lips, staring into those blue eyes of his for a moment. He smiles back.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He smirks.

She looks down below then back up at him. “We should…probably get down.”

He looks back down, almost like he also forgot that they were still floating completely naked.

synopsis: Daisuke has a great love for dish-ware. But that love is no greater than the most beautiful piece he has. You. And he intends to prove that.

a/n: Agano-Yaki-A certain type of Japanese ceramic in the prefecture of Fukuoka that began in the Edo period that is often used for tea ware.

The name comes from where it was first created, in the Agano hillsides of Korea. The most common enamel used oxidises into a beautiful array of blue and blueish greens.

pairing: Daisuke Dish-ware x Female!Reader

tags: Smut, Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Smut, Kitchen Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Reader Insert, No Use of Y/N

word count: 2.4k

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You walk in on him once again, holding a particular piece of delicate dishware and studying it in the kitchen. Your eyes can’t help but glance at the way his fingers are holding it, how graceful yet masculine they are. How he could be intent when need be, how he could be rough and firm yet switch to delicate with ease. Or maybe you just really had a thing for his hands.

He studied the curves of the bowl with his hands, his fingers tracing the rim. As if each one was his own kin, as if he crafted it himself and moulded them to his very own liking. It brings a gentle smile to your face, you can’t help but find it a little cute that even after being realised, the love for the craft of dishware still remains. Especially handmade ones.

You walk closer and put both of your hands on his shoulders, which makes him turn around with a slightly surprised expression that melts into one of subtle yet intense love.

“Are you in one of your smouldering moods again?” You teases gently, in which he returns a soft chuckle. A sound that makes your heart warm like clay in a kiln. Your thumbs rub his shoulders gently, in similar fashion to smoothing out the edge of a piece of pottery.

He was holding a beautiful glazed bowl, one with a sea of denim like colours of blue and slight sage green. It reminded you of him, calm like a gentle wave yet alluring with his subtle shifts in hues and moods-like the palette of the piece.

“Perhaps I am, my love. This bowl that I had bought earlier is particularly bewitching. Almost like a certain someone I know.” He muses, being obvious with his appreciation of your features in his gaze. He thinks you're the greatest china of all. Molded to perfection.

Without a single crack or indent.

That beckons a soft laugh from you, something he also loved deeply. He took in your quaint appearance of a flowing dress that he thought looked akin to a jellyfish.

Even though it hid your shape, it could not hide your silhouette that was peeking through. Your curves, like one of a shapely vase. Or a fancy glass.

“Am I really as beautiful as the bowl you’re holding?” You murmured bashfully with a hint of amusement in your voice.

His eyebrows furrow, as if he couldn’t possibly believe you would ask such a question. Even if it was in a joking manner. Was the endless sweet nothings in your ear not enough? The whispers in nights of endless pleasure inadequate? Maybe that was partly on him, as perhaps he wasn’t as bountiful with his words of praise this week as he was last week. But now he knew exactly how to rectify that.

“I think now is a great time to prove my point, don’t you agree?” His voice takes a lower tone, his hand coming back to caress your knuckles back and forth. He then turns around so he’s facing you, his forefinger placed under your chin as he leans in.

A flicker of desirous embers start to emerge in his eyes. “Though…I do not think words shall suffice for you to be properly convinced.”

You peer at him slightly through your curled lashes, giving him a look of anticipation. You wondered what exactly he had in mind, whether it be a simple peck or…a bit more. Your inquiries soon enough get answered as he comes closer for a gentlemanly kiss, giving you permission to give another if you do please. But a part of him also likes to see how needy you can get, and you get so needy. It’s very arousing to him.

You close your eyes and kiss him back, intimately yet so passionate. You’re getting greedy already, you have no need to ease in for your want is clear. Always. You always want his soft and warm lips. He returns the kiss back, tilting his head to the side as he nudges into each press to your tender lips. As if you guys were connected by soul through your lips, you both hum at the same time as it turns into a steady make out.

“Mhn…” He murmurs as his hands rub down your sides down to your supple waist, to mould his favourite piece of pottery. You. He gives your hips a firm squeeze, you feel like the best clay that money could buy. You just melt perfectly to his touch in any form he wishes.

You come closer as your arms loop around his broad shoulders, he brings you the stability you lacked before he met him. The once calm kitchen is now filled with sounds of both your lips smacking together, the fondling getting a little needier.

“I think I need more convincing…Please…” You whisper into his mouth, in that familiar needy tone. And he’s ready to oblige, he almost wants to smile but he’s way too focused on what he needs to do.

All of a sudden, he moves you by the hips so he’s behind you and his chest is pressing against your back. The same glazed bowl that started all of this is staring at you right in the face, as your hands rest on the kitchen counter.

“…Right here, my love? What about the bowl you just bought?” You stutter, as you’re a bit distracted by the fact he’s kissing down the curve of your back. His hands go under your light and fluffy dress, travelling up the back of your thighs. You gasp ever so softly. You didn’t want something precious of his to rattle or fall off, god forbid.

“I’m afraid your predicament is far too dire for me to care much right now.” (The predicament being your wavering self esteem that is.) He replies back roughly, pulling your dress up. You’re silenced before he pulls your underwear down to your ankles.

“Arch your back.”

It’s only a few times he is so direct and to the point with his words, without any flourishes or poetic expression added to his sentences. That being when he wants to absolutely wreck you to oblivion, and wants you to do what he says so he can achieve exactly that. A man with nothing but determination and rare impatience.

You arch your back.

You also spread your legs further apart, well as best as you can with your underwear still around your ankles. Usually he would do the extra step as taking them off but he must be really in the mood to prove something.

“My favourite flower…Each fold, a soft and damp petal.” He parts you intimately, which makes your little hole twitch with embarrassment. It was one of his favourite things, to just stare at your folds. Like a pink and blushed orchid, with its sweet nectar that was ready to taste. His thumb pet your flower bud teasingly, making you softly keen for more.

“And also already enveloped in your honey it seems,” he continued, “I have barely done nothing and yet you are so ready for me my love. Ready for me to indulge in you…”

“Is that what you want?” He asks.

“Yes please…I miss the feeling of your tongue, Daisuke…” You whimper his name to show how much you need him to do it. To taste you. To lick you. To-

He rubs his nose against your soaking slit like he was smelling a lily on the field, going back and forth before placing a rather romantic kiss onto your neglected bud. He had an odd way of choosing times to be romantic. He then begins to suck in slow yet firm motions, in between circling his warm and wet tongue around your clit. You grip the kitchen counter, letting your eyebrows knit and a moan escape your lips. “Ah, Daisuke…Just like that…”

He groans into your folds, the vibrations adding an extra sensation. His hands go up to hold your asscheeks and grip them, he spreads them apart so he can lick up and down from bud to your quivering hole. He goes back to continuing the same steady motions, knowing exactly how you like it. He was always a fan of perfecting techniques. He decides to be efficient and slide two fingers inside of you, pumping in and out while his digits curl downwards to stroke your spot so you’re prepared for his aching cock.

It doesn’t take you that long to squeeze and pulsate around his fingers and climax from the working of his velvety tongue. You cry out desperately and so do your legs as they slightly tremble, your eyes fluttering for a few moments.

His mouth and tip of his nose is covered in your essence, which he licks up greedily from his lips after pulling away. “Mm, so sweet and saccharine you are…I think you should have a taste.”

He stands back up behind you and turns your face back to him with hand, giving him a deep kiss as his tongue slips in. You taste yourself on him, as your tongues mingle against each other. And indeed the taste on his tongue was sweet, but you weren't sure if that was more from him instead of you. His thumb grazes your bottom lip, to open it while he puts the fingers he put inside of your wet heat into your mouth. You lick around his two fingers while he watches intensely but quietly.

“And your body is sculpted like the finest pottery, with depth and great shape…No other dishware compares to that of the silky clay that is you, my love.” He purred as his hands went back under your clothing to rub his hands down your curves, up towards your hardened nipples. He tweaks them slowly, he wishes he could turn you around and give them a lick to see you writhe in pleasure. But he has to be inside of you in the next few seconds or he might explode like moist pottery in a searing kiln.

He holds your chin with his forefinger on thumb to keep you looking back at him, while his other hand takes his hardened cock to slide inside of you. It’s so warm and hot inside, why need a fireplace when he has your tight walls to regulate his temperature. You moan softly, glad to not be empty anymore and completely filled. “Mn..And your warmth is like the heat of a blazing fire, your walls are one like a hot blanket, my love…”

His other hand moves from his cock to wrap around your stomach, as he begins to piston his hips into you slowly yet so deep. You keep staring into his dark eyes as you moan raggedly, like the air is being driven out of you. The bowl on the counter trembles a little. His eyes never waver as he watches every single expression on your face. The crease between your eyebrows. The pleading in your eyes. The way you’re going dazed with pleasure. Not even the most beautiful dishware he owns stands a chance against you.

“Oh my god…Daisuke…” You keened, trying to keep your eyes open. As you know he always got off on heavy eye contact.

“Never doubt the beauty you possess…I want you to say it for me…” He grunts out, increasing his pace and holding you tighter to keep you in place. Like you would even dare to run away from how great this feels. His tip repeatedly bullying your weak spot again and again with absolute precision, your back arches even more. At this point you’ll say anything he wants.

“I…I won’t, Daisuke…I promise…” You whimper wholeheartedly, your eyes fluttering shut as you turn your head back to the front. He places his chin on your shoulders and wraps both arms around your stomach, being able to really give you those hard strokes you love. He squeezes his eyes shut too for a few moments as he nips your earlobe.

“That’s my girl…Never, hah, doubt the beauty I see in you…” He grunts even louder as your walls give him a right squeeze, sucking him in like a whirlpool. You feel so exquisite. He can feel you getting close, as you sound more desperate and pained with nothing but bliss.

“Ah…Let me feel your sweet dew surround me, my love…” He pleads, going a little bit faster. He was ever the gentleman, watching you cum was his favourite view. He opens his eyes, watching your face of ecstasy as you bite your bottom lip. “Let me feel it, my dear…”

“I, mmn, yearn for your release…Please let me have it…” He pleads desperately, knowing he’s about to obliterate your walls with his essence, like a thick enamel glaze. You grab one of his hands from your stomach and intertwine with them on the counter, gripping his hand as you finally let go. You gasp out loudly, trying to find your breath but you can’t. He’s taken it. You almost don’t hear his lengthened groan, which is rougher than his usual composed voice he uses regularly. He tensed up inside of you and made sure every drop stays inside of you, as he throbs for what seems like forever.

You both ebb from the intense wave that was your combined orgasms, and you feel more connected than ever. You really needed that. Now you can rest for the rest of the afternoon, resting on his shoulder in the living room while he writes his poetry. You open your eyes and catch your breath, and he gives you a peck on the lips from behind. His hair is now slightly unkempt.

“That was quite a sight, my love. Now I shall make some tea for you using the dish I bought. You need to be hydrated after such exertion.” He offers dearly as if he wasn’t the one fucking you with great force and speed, while you just gratefully took what he gave you. And he was the one offering making you tea. If anything, he should need refreshments after what he did to you.

“Daisuke…Are you not tired?” You ask with slight wonder.

“Don’t worry. I shall make some for the both of us if you are so concerned about my energy.” He answers, with a tinge of breathiness to his voice and a gentle smile.

You chuckle softly and look back forward to the dish-ware in front of you, being only shifted out of place a bit from a certain…quaking.

But yet, completely fine and unbroken.Huh.Nice.

Maybe that symbolises something.

synopsis: Hank 3 gets some alone time with you and decides to make the most of it! In the most totally rad way of course!

pairing: Hank 3 (date everything) x Female!reader

word count: 1.8k

tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Porn without Plot, Penis in Vagina Sex, Slight Humour?, Reader Insert, No Use of Y/N, Male Ejaculation, Vaginal Fingering

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“I can’t believe I get to do this with you, dudette.” He says casually as if he’s not collecting the wetness that seeps from your slit, his eyes filled with adoration and yet lust.

It was just you and him, Hank number 3. Usually you would have a bit of your fun with the other hanks, being reused like the same clothing being hung on different hangers. But a part of you always had a little bit of a preference for a particular odd number.

You didn’t mean to. It just simply happened, you couldn’t help yourself. Whenever one Hank was buried inside of you, giving you pleasure that you thought was inconceivable for those colourful himbos, your eyes would peer into those green circles of his. How he would take in every single detail of your face etched in pleasure and need, like he could see the very white burning heat inside of you. But now, he was giving you that very same stare but right up close. And on top of you.

“I’d never thought I’d get you all to myself. I’m happy I get to be greedy with you, bro babe.” The wet noises amplify as he gets you ready for him, his pale freckled thumb stroking in nice circles. You whimper at how you want more. “It’s so rad…” He mutters softly as he moves a finger into your needy hole, which gathers a response of a shaky gasp.

“And you’re like, super wet too…Was it from me touching those sweet nips of yours earlier?” He says in that soft yet friendly tone of his, you wondered how he could make it sound so arousing.

You shake your head no gently, with a blur of heat tuning along your cheeks. He was almost right but to be honest, that wasn’t the thing that had you completely soaking in front of him.

He chuckles, giving a nod as he finally takes a guess he believes is the right answer. His finger goes in and out, in a the similar motion a wave does at the shore. “Oh I know, I think it would be from me having a total make out sesh on your clit…Is that what got you so wet like this, babe?”

You nod eagerly, before a word interrupts the conversation of your pussy and his finger. You choke on your words as he adds another one, rubbing that spongey spot inside of you. “Ah…Yes….It felt really good, Hank…” You grind upwards a little bit on his fingers, as he just watches you get riled up. He can’t help but have that familiar corny yet smug grin.

“I could tell, you were like totes digging my tongue. It was so fucking hot hearing those moans of yours…” He pauses before starting to stroke the top of his neglected dick that had been standing by for attention, using your sticky substance as lube. He lets out a breath as his precum drips onto your slit. “So gnarly…”

“But I think I know what would soo much better, don’t you think?” He starts to rub his pink head against your folds, up and down then up and down. “So much cooler than me touching your tits or eating you out…Which is still totally wicked by the way…” He breathes, almost wanting you to say it for yourself. He’s annoying that way.

You whimper, letting your mouth hang a little open. “I…I think you being inside me would be totally rad, Hank...” She looks up at him as she rubs her pussy back against his hard and ready dick, watching how his face flushes almost in the same hue of his ginger curls. She emphasises again. “You putting your dick in me…And making me cum…”

There’s that smile. Corny yet mischievous. Corny yet completely infatuated with you. “I can’t ignore a chick when she’s begging for it can I? That would be supes lame of me.” He lines himself up with her puckering hole that’s eagerly waiting. “Especially when that chick is as super hot as you, baby…”

He slides into you, the same way that a hanger would slide onto a metal bar. Nice and slow, an easy glide. That’s why it probably feels so familiar to him. Like home. He lets out a pathetic whine as you suck him in, his eyes fluttering as he props his forearms up either side of your head. Your eyelids weaken as you let out a gasp of relief and pleasure, giving him such a lustful yet sweet look. He doesn’t know how you do it.

This is so much better than him just watching..

He stares at you, gazing into your very eyes. “Fuck yeah…Keep on looking at me while I stuff you full…” He grunts lowly, as his tip slowly meets the end of you. He’s so big, it feels like the end of you in now in your fucking stomach it seems. But you don’t even care. “God, that’s so hot…Such pretty fucking eyes…”

“Wow, you’re…so deep…” She gasps out like his dick is stuffing her lungs. Her fingers dig into his skin, holding on for what’s gonna come (hopefully her). She has to blink a few times to adjust to the feeling, her legs wrapped around his warm waist. Her eyebrows knit. “Holy crap…”

He shudders at his words, letting out another deep and fulfilled grunt as he fits it all in. He gives his dick a small nudge inside you, just to really settle in. “I know, babe…But you’ve taken me so well, it’s crazy…”

He starts to thrust slow yet deep, just to see get warmed up. Because he really wants to show you a good time. Mostly because he’s smitten with you, but also so he can brag about how good he fucked you later to the other hanks. They’d totally dig it.

“And…oh, fuck…you’re still taking me so well aren’t you? Can you see how much I’m stuffing you right now?…Can you feel it, baby?” He almost rambles as he starts to quicken his thrusts to a steady medium pace, shifting to hit a good angle at your spot. Which leaves you starting to pant loudly and let desperate moans fall out your bitten lips.

God, he looks so hot like this. Diving into your hole like he was taking deep breaths in and out in an oxygen deprived place. The ruddy blush on his cheeks, his ginger curls falling on his forehead…It was everything. And it was obvious with the sounds you were making.

“Ah…I feel it, Hank…You’re so deep in me…I feel it so much…” Your face almost looks like a slight wince, but it’s a wince of pleasure.

“Oh my god…You’re doing so good already…” You can’t help but praise him, knowing how much he loves it.

He huffs out a small smile before closing his eyes and putting in the work, like he had something to prove. The wooden floor creaked and creaked like something was bouncing on it repeatedly. “Shit baby, I’m so glad…So tight and warm…Like a fucking glove…” He pants roughly as he watches every expression.

He stutters out between your wanton moans. “Can I…put your legs on my shoulders? Can I, baby? Can I…make you feel better?” He begs and you have to oblige.

“Yesyesyes, Hank…A-ah…Do it and fuck me harder please…” You moan out with complete bluntness and honesty, getting lost in the absolute electricity that’s running through your core. Your bashfulness before was lost on you. “I need it so bad…”

“Right on, babe…” He follows as his slightly sweaty hands hurry to place your calves on his shoulders, your toes flexing to the ceiling of the room. Your combined moans are like an awesome symphony, playing off of each other. Totally wild and rad, as the Hanks would describe it if they were here to spectate.

“Mmpfh…that’s right…I can see how much your enjoying this…Just lay there and take it for me…So…Fucking…Radical…” Each word is punctuated with a rough pummel of his hips, absolutely desperate to fuck you silly. And silly it did. Your moans were wobbling with each gyration of his hips, as one of your hands slowly slid down as you succumbed to absolute bliss running your body limp. You didn’t know how much you could take, with your feet bobbing up and down against his earlobes. You gave him a look that showed your end was near, and it looked like his were too just barely as you began to rub your soaked clit sloppily with little brainpower you had left.

“Fuck yeah…” He was glad you were doing that before he was on his last thread, but he was a proper cool dude and cool dudes always let chicks finish first. It was one of the rules of the Hanks lawfully abided by. His thrusts got a little sloppy but still fast and punishing as his gripped onto your ankles by his ears. “There you go, babe…You’re almost there…Let Hank know how, ah shit…rad you’re feeling…!” He squeezes his eyes for a few seconds, allowing himself only that amount of time before he sees you lose it below him. And he thinks he might go to heaven at the warm gush he feels around him, squeezing him and keeping him so deep inside.

“Holy crap, Hank…! I’m…I think I’m gonna cum…!” You stutter and so does your bottom lip, as your eyes go unfocused and your stutter turns into a beautiful whine of ecstasy. At least that’s what he thinks because that sound makes his hip stutter and his load buried inside of you, filling you up in large spurts. Who knew a coat hanger could hold so much inside of him? His dick throbs intensely as he grunts into a few whimpers, so pathetic in the hottest way possible.

“A-ah God..! I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life…ngh…Holy fuck, dude…” He grits his teeth, riding it out with you as he comes to a slow stop eventually. You both let out a deep sigh, covered in sweat. Her features and whole body slump and relax, as she mentally notes down to let him have a turn next time.

He gives a dopey smile as he comes back to earth partly, gently moving your legs off his shoulders and lying next to you. He was considerate enough to not cover you in his sweat, which was slightly metallic scented. Which…made sense and wasn’t a bad smell, it was almost a little comforting. (Maybe next time you could see if that translated into him tasting just like it too.)

He turns his head to look at her, looking dazed and like the luckiest man on earth. “So radical…”