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Ilya has a lot of shame around aftercare. These days, now that Shane is his boyfriend and he can admit how much he loves him, aftercare is one of his favourite parts of sex.
He loves bringing Shane a warm towel, helping him wipe down. He loves massaging soap on Shane’s sore, but relaxed muscles in the shower. He loves bringing Shane a snack and feeding him by hand. He loves how boneless Shane goes, how snuggly and warm and carefree.
But he can never shake the feeling of deep regret after each time. He remembers how, for years, he did not do this for Shane. He would let himself indulge just as much as he dared, laying in bed together for a couple minutes, sometimes showering together (but that always ended in shower sex), throwing a towel or clothes at Shane.
The first time he tried to provide the type of aftercare he wanted, was the day Shane left him for Rose Landry. Shane insists he didn't 'leave him for Rose Landry' because A. they weren't together and B. he met Rose weeks later. But since Ilya was the one that got left, he feels entitled to call it how he wanted to.
"I'm sorry," Ilya apologized one day, running his hand through a pliant Shane's hair.
"For what?" Shane mumbled.
"For not doing this," Ilya said. "For so many years. For just kicking you out."
Shane sighed and propped himself up on his elbows. "Ilya."
"What?"
"You never just 'kicked me out,'" Shane scrunched up his nose. Adorable. "If you had tried to do this at first, I probably would have freaked out."
"You did freak out," Ilya sulked.
"I did," Shane smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "I love this, you know? I love that you take such good care of me afterwards."
Ilya felt warmth spread inside his chest. "I'm glad."
"But," Shane caught his eye. "I didn't need it. You always took care of me, maybe just not this much. But I never felt, I mean, almost never felt bad afterwards, except, you know."
Vegas. They had talked about that, extensively.
"But, Ilya," Shane continued, cupping his face in his hand. "I don't think that I need this as much as you do."
Ilya considered this for a moment. It was true - this settled Ilya, it convinced him that he did well, he took care of Shane, and made him happy. He didn't hurt him.
"You don't need this?"
"I do," Shane said. "But so do you. So if you're sorry about not doing it, so am I."
"But, I am..."
"You're what?" Shane challenged.
"You're right," Ilya conceded and gently pushed him back down. "Then let's both make up for lost time, yes?"
before you and nanami started dating, you thought you had him all figured out.
quiet. composed. polite to a fault. the kind of man who holds the door open for strangers and tips too well. the kind of man who never interrupts, never forgets birthdays, never texts past ten unless it’s an emergency.
you thought you knew what kind of lover he’d be. careful. respectful. maybe even a little restrained.
you were so wrong.
because nanami kento is the definition of “gentleman in the streets and freak in the sheets.” not the loud kind. not the messy, aggressive kind. he doesn’t degrade. doesn’t spit unless you ask. doesn’t choke unless you beg. and even then, he makes you say please.
but he knows how to ruin you. with quiet control. with devastating precision.
he learns you like a language. reads you like scripture. he notices the smallest things. the shift in your breathing when his hand rests on your thigh, the way your hips tilt slightly when you want more. he catalogs it all. stores it away. and when you’re under him, you feel it. every inch of that studied, focused attention.
When you're fucking someone that has to piss, hearing them whine about how they can't hold it, each thrust hitting right up against their poor aching bladder
But you don't stop, oh no, hearing the broken moans only spur you on, pounding into them harder and harder until you hear that final embarrassed squeak leave their lips as the first spurt comes out
They try so hard to stop, their muscles tightening and fluttering as much as they can but it's not enough when you're hammering into them mercilessly, small spurts turning into a stream, and a stream turning to a gush as they moan and finally relieve all that pent up pressure
They're so lost in the relief that they don't realize how close they are, their hips bucking back onto you further until suddenly they're cumming around you, the climax hitting them like a ton of bricks. You follow suit soon after, stilling your hips and burying yourself deep inside them, filling them up nice and full
Then, of course, there are lots of cuddles and aftercare as you fall asleep in each other's arms😩❤️
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oneshots! older bf jjk men taking care of you after sex (slight smut, mostly fluff) ₊˚⊹
includes: satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, suguru geto, nanami kento, choso kamo and hiromi higuruma.
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𐙚 Satoru Gojo
You’re in a complete daze, spent against the soft sheets of Satoru’s bed, sore and sticky between your legs from being fucked senseless.
“Aw, look at you,” he purrs, voice hoarse and smug as he kneels between your spread legs. “So cute and fucked out.”
He’s still hard, swollen red tip still leaking drops of cum.
You whimper softly, too tired to snap back at his relentless teasing. “M’tired,” you whine, your eyes threatening to shut at any moment.
Your pussy throbs, puffy and leaking with his cum. Satoru chuckles before letting out a soft hum, trailing off to the nearby bathroom to grab a washcloth.
When he returns, he takes the warm washcloth, pressing it gently against your sensitive folds. You hiss at the contact, oversensitive, hips jerking.
“Shh, easy, baby,” he murmurs, free hand stroking your thigh reassuringly. “Gotta clean up my pretty mess, yeah?”
You nod slowly, closing your eyes, letting him take care of you. Satoru wipes your pussy with careful strokes, no more cocky grins or teasing remarks- just softness.
When he’s done, he leans down to press a soft kiss right above your clit, coaxing your legs closed and pulling the sheets over you.
He lays next to you, gathering you in his strong arms, “get some rest, did so well for me tonight,” he praises, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.
𐙚 Toji Fushiguro
Your boyfriend fucks you fast, hard, mean every damn time. As heavenly as that is, your poor cunt suffers- the size difference between you making it that much worse.
He’s behind you, cock still stuffing you full, your body finally going limp after what felt like hours of brutal thrusts and toe-curling orgasms.
“Tappin’ out baby?” he says, giving your ass a light tap with his hand.
“Mhm,” you whimper sleepily, feeling him slowly pull out, pussy dripping with hot cum. Every muscle felt melted, unable to even lift your head.
“Up we go,” Toji grunts. Before you could protest, his thick arms slid under your back and knees. He lifts you like you weigh nothing, cradling you against his broad chest.
“Mm, too tired,” you mumble, forehead pressed against his collarbone.
“Quit whining, it’ll only take a second” he responds, carrying you into the bathroom and setting you on the edge of the counter. You lean back against the mirror, eyes half-lidded, while he ran warm water and grabbed a soft cloth.
He stands between your legs, gently spreading your thighs. “Still drippin’ everywhere,” he mutters, almost annoyed, but his touch was patient, tender.
You let him clean you up, occasionally twitching from the sensitivity. When he’s done, he leans in and kisses your inner thigh, stubble rough against your soft skin.
“Cmon, back to bed,” he grumbles, ruffling your hair before scooping you up again without warning.
Back in bed, he lays you down and immediately pulls your limp body against him, one heavy arm locked around your waist.
Toji wasn’t always good with words, especially affectionate ones, but it was his actions that showed you how much he truly loved you.
𐙚 Suguru Geto
Suguru adored how much of a mess you were when he was done with you, your teary eyes and swollen lips, cunt leaking with cum.
To him, you were beautiful like this- work of art.
Your mind floated somewhere far away, heavy with exhaustion.
You lay against the soft pillows, Suguru kneels between your spread legs, admiring the beautiful mess he made. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, voice calm and steady.
“Mm, hurts,” you whine softly, pressing your legs together.
“I know, pretty girl,” Suguru smiles gently, rising from the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. You hear the rush of water as he drew a bath, the click of a lighter as he set up a some candles- the scent of lavender drifting through the air.
A few minutes pass and he returns, scooping your limp body into his arms as if you weighed nothing.
“Come here, my sweet girl.”
He carries you into the bathroom, lowering you into the warm water, supporting your back as he steps in behind you. Sitting down, he pulls you against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder.
You sigh in relief, feeling Suguru part your legs and trail his hand down, gently washing your pussy. You twitch at the sensation, still oversensitive.
“Sensitive little thing,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple.
He keeps you there for a while, whispering soft praise into your ear, letting you relax against him for as long as you need.
𐙚 Nanami Kento
You lay sprawled across the sheets, chest still heaving faintly.
Nanami wastes no time with cleaning you up and taking care of you, reaching into the bedside drawer to retrieve a pack of gentle wipes.
His glasses were off, blond hair slightly disheveled, though his movements remained as composed and precise as ever as he cleaned the mess he’d left between your legs.
“Does this feel okay, darling?” he asks, parting your folds with two fingers to ensure he cleans you properly.
You nod gently, occasionally whimpering when the wipe brushes over your clit. Once done, he grabs you a glass of water, helping you sit up to take small sips.
“Good girl,” he praises gently, settled beside you on the edge of the bed.
“Tired” you mumble. Nanami leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, “You can rest now. I’ve got you.”
He pulls the covers over your body and slips in beside you, drawing you against his chest. “Sleep, darling. I’ll be right here.”
𐙚 Choso Kamo
The room was reeked with the scent of sweat and sex, the sheets tangled around your body. You could barely keep your eyes open, every muscle trembling.
Choso worried about you at times like this, wondering if he went too hard or too fast, if he hurt you- his mind raced with possibilities.
“Angel…” Choso whispers, voice heavy with concern.
“Wanna sleep now” you mumble. “You’re so tired, my love. Did I go too hard on you?” Choso asks, leaning down and kissing your knee softly.
He grabs a nearby towel, quickly heading to the bathroom to dampen it with warm water. “Is this okay?” he asks, wiping away the mess of his cum and your release with slow, careful motions.
“Feels nice,” you whisper, letting him take care of you.
“I never want to hurt you, my love” he whispers, finishing cleaning you up, chucking the towel in the nearby laundry basket.
Strong arms wrap around you protectively, one hand gently stroking your hair while the other rested on your lower stomach. “Please rest now, angel,” he whispers adoringly.
“Mm, love you” you slur, settling in and begging to drift off to sleep.
“I love you more than anything in the world” he responds.
𐙚 Hiromi Higuruma
Every inch of you was completely spent, still straddling Hiromi, panting heavily against his ear.
His fingers traced idle patterns on your back, his face nuzzled against your neck. “I don’t even think I can move-” you laugh breathily.
“I’ll do the moving for you, then” he chuckles lowly, shifting carefully and sliding out of you with a soft hiss.
He gathers you in his arms like you weigh nothing, taking you into the bathroom. Still naked, he sets you down on the counter, reaching over to turn the shower on.
You look over at the shower, half lidded, “Too far” you whine, sighing.
Hiromi shakes his head with a slight smile, lifting you off the counter and into the shower- the warm water hitting your skin. “Poor thing,” he teases with mock sympathy.
Hiromi holds you steady under the spray, still half-hard and clearly tired himself, yet patiently washing your thighs and between your legs.
“Better, sweetheart?” he says,, lips brushing against your ear.
You smile in satisfaction, resting your forehead against his chest, holding onto him for stability and comfort, “much better.”
A/N; sorry these are a lil shorter than usual <3
Nanami Kento x Reader
Express yourself, don't repress yourself
Summary. What happens when you're on a 4-day work trip, out of town?
Well... Let's just say your husband, Nanami Kento misses you so much that he steals your panty from the laundry basket and fucks himself while inhaling your scent.
contents. heavy on the scent kink, nanami masturbating, pathetic husband, pervert nanami, oral sex(f receiving), praise kink, light bondage, spitting, mating press, aftercare <3
wc. 4.6k
this is heavily influenced by the fragrantica trend on tiktok ;)
You and Nanami Kento have been married for 3 years now, 2 years dating prior.
It was a rainy morning and it's your routine to have breakfast at your favorite cafe. Luckily for you, it's near your workplace. There was no available table at the time, the others were occupied by pairs or groups of people.
Except one.
aftercare with Megumi Fushiguro <3
you and Megumi Fushiguro were still panting, sprawled on his messy bed sheets, and tears from overstimulation drying.
The both of you turned to look at each other at the same time, before lightly chuckling at each other.
Well, Megumi more of a soft exhale and a half soft smile, half smirk. His face post-sex was pretty, there was no other word to describe it. Messy hair clung onto his sweaty forehead but also sprung out of his head in different places. His eyes were a little glossy but emerald, and his lips and cheeks were bright pink, and puffy.
But he thought you were an angel.
The awkward and flushed smile on your face with skin clear and glowing as you sub-consciously cover your breasts with your arms. He reached out and brushed his knuckles on your face as you slightly flinched but leaned into it. “That was.. a lot..” “yeah..” you murmured. And he then pulled you into his bare chest.
You landed on him with a small (thump!) and wrapped your arms around his neck, head resting on his pec like a pillow. “Did I hurt you?” He asked, casually yet a hint of worry, and you smiled at that, cradling his face. “Nope, and I didn’t regret a thing.” You booped his nose. “So… you’d be down for trying it again?” He asked, face flushing at how much he liked that experience.
But you kissed him, more soft and gentle than the rough desperate kisses moments before.
“If it’s with you, gumi. Only you..”
you fiddle with his fingers before breaking into a grin. “Those moans and whimpers are somethin’ I wanna hear again.” And you imitate him, exaggerating your voice and making pornographic worthy groans as his brows furrow and cheeks blush bright red before he lightly swats you on the shoulder. “Shut up.” He mutters, but strokes your hair when you bury yourself into his chest again, feeling drowsy. “hey, don’t fall asleep on me now, we still gotta clean up.”
You hum, nuzzling your head on his pec. He sighs, lovingly of course before chuckling at your antics. Weren’t you just mocking him two seconds ago? But nevertheless he stands up, gently untangling himself from your own sweaty and sticky body. “I think I made a mess.” You mumble, flushing at the white bedsheets now stained with blood from the new experience.
You knew he wouldn’t be mad over things like that, he’s your boyfriend. But it wasn’t any more reassuring. “It’s alright, I’m running a bath and we’ll change the sheets later. Moments later after hearing his bare feet padding in the bathroom, his shiver from the cold tiles and then the warm hiss of the bath, he comes back to carry your limp body, pressing kisses and cooes before placing you into the bathtub, him following suite behind you.
You lean into his broad chest, letting your body soak the water and bubbles around you. “Lean forward a little babe.” You lean, and feel his veiny hands lathered in soap massage your scalp and hair, washing it with unrushed and gentle precision.
You sigh at the pressure, feeling even more sleepier than the minute. “I wouldn’t fall asleep in the bathtub if I was you.” You huff, keeping yourself awake before facing him, and rising a little to wash his hair.
“You don’t-“
“I want to.”
And he obliges, whatever his girl wants, his girl gets. You liked taking care of your Megumi. Scrubbing him in soap, massaging his tense muscles and sneaking kisses in between. It felt almost more intimate than sex. In a way. The both of you rinsed off and Megumi arose from the tub, water droplets dripping before finding his towel, lazily wrapping it around himself and heading back to change the bed sheets. Afterwards, with now only sweatpants on, towel discarded some where, he went back with a towel spread open and wrapped you into a towel.
“Here, you can use these.” And he tossed the oversized T-shirt and his basketball shorts on top of your head. “Thanks.” When you stepped out of his dorm bathroom, hiding a little of your body in the doorway, you noticed how he sat on the side of the bed, head hanging low as his elbows rested on his bent knees.
There was a lot of hickeys on his Biceps, collarbone, neck…
“you counting my hickeys?”
“There’s a lot..”
“well, don’t just stand there, come and do something about it.” He said gruffly, yet his voice was laced with softness, only something you could catch. Taking small steps to him before settling in his lap. His calloused hands immediately found their rightful place towards your waist, his thumb rubbing and pressing into your skin. He laid back, you following in his embrace as he cradled you, on his chest, rubbing your spine up and down, the both of you not realizing how he was controlling your inhales and exhales as his hand moved.
He draped his quilt over the two of you, waiting until your body went limp into his arms before admiring you. So vulnerable in his embrace, like an angel. His angel. His free hand that was resting behind his head found its way to your smaller hand and squeezed it, like a reminder that you were there, you were here, you were with him, in his love, his space, his life.
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