perfumed with vanilla and tears

megumi finds it a bit embarrassing to be loud when the two of you have sex.

he’s shy by nature, and he doesn’t want to overwhelm your moans with his own. that being said, he sticks to low groans and quiet moans that barely escape his throat.

right now, he’s struggling to keep himself quiet, biting the inside of his cheek so hard it almost bled. he’s staring down at where his dick is splitting you open, shiny and slick with your arousal as every thrust forward made the slightest bump in your tummy more visible.

his grip tightened on your thighs, lidded eyes falling shut to give him a break from the view so he wouldn’t cum too fast. you’re sprawled on the sheets, sweat beading your forehead from the heat of the moment, legs trembling in your boyfriends hold from overwhelming pleasure, his tip pressing into you just right with each thrust.

you knew that megumi tended to be a quieter person in general, but he was almost too quiet today. you reached out for him, hand gripping at the back of his neck to coax him into kissing you. his eyes fluttered open, praying that you wouldn’t see the restraint in his eyes as he leaned down to press his lips against yours.

megumi’s hips stuttered as you moaned into his mouth, almost losing rhythm completely as you spasmed around his cock that’s aching with arousal. the sound of damp skin slapping against skin filled the room as he moaned—a bit louder than he usually would, into your mouth.

he hadn’t even meant to let it out, his resolve crumbling with every thrust forward into your warm cunt. on the outside, it seemed like he wasn’t too affected, usual faint blush on his pale cheeks as he huffed and groaned quietly, but inside? he was losing it, mind almost melting in sheer pleasure as he fucked you into the mattress.

megumi leaned over you, proximity making everything more hot and intimate as his hips did all the work of giving you a proper fucking. his gaze trailed down on you—sharp eyes drifting from where he was thrusting into you, your tits jolting with each thrust forward, to your fucked out face, mouth hanging open as you moaned his name like a blessing.

he inhaled sharply, hands shifting from your thighs to gripping your hips, lifting them to pull you into his thrusts. “f-fuuckk…” he cursed, coming out as a moan and louder then he intended. his moan didn’t go unnoticed by you, pussy clenching and pulling him deeper from arousal as you moaned right along with him.

your positive response, clenching around him and getting wetter from him being vocal, did it for him.

he let out another moan, eyes growing hazy as his thrusts sped, letting every grunt, moan, and groan out as he lost himself inside of your slick walls. “feels so good…love you—love you so fuckin’ much.” he stuttered between moans, mouth slightly open as he focused on nothing but making you both feel good.

you loved it when megumi would get loud, showing you just how good you were making him feel, to hear how much he was truly enjoying himself instead of holding it back. your body showed that the most, legs hanging loosely around his hips as you grew wetter, pussy pulling his cock in deeper every time he pulled back, pulling moan after moan from your throat.

it almost felt too good, despite him not even hitting your sweet spot yet. neither of you noticed, too lost in the pleasure of one another. his lips chased yours once more, the kiss ending up more desperate and messy this time. his tongue licked inside of your mouth, tangling with yours as you moaned into each others mouths, megumi’s hips speeding up as he chased the pleasure he was getting just from kissing you.

his cock twitched obscenely inside of you, his precum beginning to dribble out of you with each pass. the area between your bodies grew slick and sticky, megumi’s hips losing rhythm as he felt his orgasm building up dangerously fast. his hand flew down to your clit, rubbing circles that matched his thrusts perfectly as he heaved, stray moans falling from his lips and mixing with yours.

“not gonna last, baby…cum for me. please. i need it more than anything.” now he’s begging, desperate to feel you cum all over his cock as your breath hitched, gripping at his back as your orgasm built up just as fast. only a few more strokes would have you falling apart for him, just how he wanted.

and then, he hit it.

your sweet spot, his tip pressed into it just right, bringing your orgasm out of you stronger then you expected as your body seized up in pleasure, squirting all over his pelvis and abs. you came with a strangled groan, head falling back against the pillows as he stared down at you in awe.

he’s moaning loudly with you as if he could feel the pleasure of your orgasm, hips keeping his same, desperate pace as praises fell from his lips. “juuustt like that…so good.” he slurred, hand moving to press down on the bump of your tummy as he chased his own orgasm.

he finally came with a groan, cum pumping deep inside you as he fucked it into you, spurts filling you as he gripped at the fat of your stomach with aroused breaths.

he leaned down, lips finding yours for a quick kiss as he held the side of your face gently, coaxing you out of your orgasmic high as you smiled at him with a fucked out, happy gaze.

“you sound good when you moan, megumi.” you whispered, sounding more like a tease despite being genuine. he blushed, burying his face into the crook of your neck, embarrassed even though he just made you squirt for him.

“shut up.”

i promise chapter two is coming out for my series soon! i’ve just been a bit busy!!

Oh...

Haven't posted in months, but here's the mechanic Toji I spent forever on.

(Now playing, "Sweet" - Cigarettes After Sex)

(MDNI! Lots of nsfw/sex talk, Husband!Nanami, fluff, comfort(?), smut, short drabble, Reader is heavily implied fem, pregnancy talk, I suppose? Just soft sex with Nanami.)

Kento Nanami does not fuck.

This man is not coming home after a hard day at work and "fucking the shit out of you." Half the time, he can barely get the dinner you made him in his stomach before he's crashing.

This man is not getting off on being called daddy. Or spanking you while calling you his "good little girl."

Nanami views the idea of coming home to you as the only good thing about leaving in the first place. So when he does come back home to you, he expects softness. Comfort. Not lust.

Nanami isn't a lustful man. This isn't to say he doesn't like sex. He adores it. With the right person, of course. But it's not something he does for his own greed. Kento does not fuck. He makes love.

As cheesy as he knows he'd sound if he ever said it out loud, it's the only descriptive that's ever felt right to him. Nanami doesn't want to grab you by your legs and pin you to the wall and "fuck" you. That sounds aggressive, degrading. As if his spouse, his love, his reason for coming home at all, was something to be used.

Nanami pours all of his love into having sex with you. (Literally and figuratively)

He's not grabbing your chin and spitting into your mouth. He's interlocking your fingers, his lips ghosting over yours as his forehead rests against your own.

He's not saying "look at this pretty fuckin' thing..." while admiring the way your cunt clenches around him. He's saying, "You're so pretty... my angel.." while looking into your teary eyes.

Yes, Nanami is Cumming inside of you. But it's not because he wants to "claim" you or prove he "owns" you. But because he wishes to one day start a family with you. A real family. With the love of his life.

This man isn't rolling over and falling asleep on the opposite side of the bed after sex. Nanami cleans you up as if the touch of water on its own will make you disintegrate like cotton candy. He wraps you up in his big arms, knowing there's not a single place on earth you could be safer. He's kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back as you both fall asleep.