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You’re dreaming of soft yellow hair and hard brown eyes when you feel a shift in the bed. You’ve been sleep for a few hours now you suppose, head hitting the pillow after you fought for an extra hour to stay up and greet the love of your life. The house was still empty by the time you fell captive to your dreamscape, the only sound is a low hum from your fridge and the quiet chatter from the TV that you left on in the living room.
The shift in bed stills for a second before a warm body encompasses your own. You sigh dreamily, smelling the familiar scent of that man cologne Gojo had gifted to your lover as a joke gift, the one he swears up and down that he hates but wears it every Monday anyway. It makes you sink back into the bed, body growing limp as you let that warmth engulf you and pull you back into a sleep filled with yellow hair and brown eyes.
You’re woken up only minutes later, pulled from your slumber when something thick and weighty fills in between your thighs. Your mouth falls open in a gasp, eyes rolling from behind your closed lids as you stiffen under the covers.
“Shh, baby,” comes a soft, smooth, familiar voice in your ear. It’s Kento’s, you realize without a second thought, his mouth open in a soft kiss against the nape of your neck.
“Relax, it’s just me.” He reassures, rubs calloused hands all over your body, fingers brushing against any exposed skin he can find. He’s glad you wore only panties and one of his button up shirts tonight, gives him easier access to feel your skin warmed from the blanket, feel the bumps rise on your flesh from where his cold skin meets your own.
“I’m sorry to wake you, sweetheart. Just wanted to talk to you, hear your voice.” He’s quiet, his voice all mellow and soft and gooey and sweet. It makes you sigh quietly, sinking deeply into your pillow as you roll your eyes beneath your lids, a smile tugging up your lips.
“At two in the morning, Kento?” You jab playfully, pulling his arms further around your body as the weight of his cock sits still and heavy inside of you. You almost forgot about his length filling you up, if it wasn’t for the slight twitch it gave in between your walls from hearing your cute little sleep filled voice. He wraps his arms around you tightly, snuggling his face further into your nape as he breathes hotly against the skin.
“Yes, at two in the morning.” Nanami jabs back, nipping playfully at the flesh. You giggle softly, eyes still heavy with sleep as the feeling of his body pressed flush against yours is enough to lull you back into slumber. His words wake you up only seconds later, though.
“Now, tell me about your day, baby.” Kento whispers softly, rubs his hands over the soft skin of your stomach underneath his shirt. You cock your eyebrow even if he can’t see it, glancing back over your shoulder at him, catching only a glimpse of his tired eyes.
“Kento,” you whine, “this can’t wait until morning? I’ll tell you all about my day over breakfast.” You try to proposition, but Nanami only tuts softly and shakes his head. You open your mouth to speak again, but only a squeak spills through your lips when your leg is suddenly pulled up higher and higher until your knee is practically touching your ear. You gasp, hands gripping the sheets tightly as you try to look behind you to see your lovers face.
“I know this is no excuse baby, but I had an awful day today at work—”
“Gojo convince Itadori to draw another picture of a dick and send it to you again?” You ask, trying to muffle your laughter by shoving your face into the pillow. Kento pauses before speaking quietly.
“He sent it to you, didn’t he?” Kento sighs at your nod, cursing the silver haired jujutsu sorcerer under his breath before speaking again.
“As you see, idiots like Gojo promised an awful day today. Can you indulge me this one time and let me hear about your day at two in the morning, baby?” Kento is one convincing fucker, you conclude, when he peppers kisses up your neck and grinds his rock hard cock into your cunt in one slow push. You shiver all over, eyes falling shut as your mouth drops open in a quiet whine. After a few seconds, a few kisses, a few more circle grinds inside of you, do you finally relent.
You sigh, body melting into strong arms as you shift to be more on your side so he can have easier access to the space in between your thighs. You reach a hand back to rest it softly on his muscled hip, pushing your own back to meet the soft grind of his pelvis.
“After you left this morning, I made myself breakfast.” You murmur quietly, sighing softly when Kento hums and starts a slow, rocking pace inside of you. He licks the tiniest stripe up your nape, blowing cool air on the skin as he sneaks his hand up under his shirt to squeeze softly at your tits.
“What did you eat?” He asks quietly, the hand holding your knee up massaging it gently as he peppers more kisses up your neck.
“Fruit, mostly. I made some waffles, too. We need to go to the grocery store soon, Kento,” you answer, eyes fluttering shut when your hips meet his in a circle grind inside of you. His cock nudges against the spongey walls of your cunt, fitting snug and perfectly inside of you. He would always fit you so perfectly.
“What’d you do after that, sweetheart?” Kento murmurs, fingers plucking at your nipples as he starts to finally thrust inside of you. His pace is unhurried and slow, easy and shallow, hips pulling back only slightly so that his balls create a mute slap against your ass when he thrusts back in. You shiver slightly, eyes half lidded before you force them open, glancing over to the mirror that sits on the other side of the room. You catch a glance of your bodies, of Nanami peaking over your shoulder, of his mouth connected to your now exposed shoulder, of your knee hiked up to your ear underneath the cover.
“I, um, I d-did,” you have to pause to swallow down the moan that bubbles up in your throat. Nanami hums against your shoulder, thin eyebrow arching as he catches your gaze over in the mirror.
“Did what, baby?” He asks quietly, encourages you to keep speaking with another push of his cock deeper inside of you. His arm rests over your belly from where he fondles your tits, pressing down hard enough so that the both of you can feel the bump of where he lies deep inside of you. The thought makes you swallow thickly again.
“Did some o-online shopping.” You confess, even though you’re sure he already saw the purchase on his card during the day. Kento hums though, pulls his hips back far until only his tip rests inside of you, pushes back in agonizingly slow. Your mouth drops open in a low groan, eyes slipping shut as your eyebrows scrunch in pleasure. Nanami watches you from over your shoulder in the mirror, commits the pretty face you make to his memory for when he has to leave on long missions.
“What did you spend all my money on, love?” He questions, repeating the motion of pulling all the way out to slowly plunge back in. You whine petulantly, lip jutting out into a pout as he hikes your knee up further until you feel the skin brush your cheek.
“Didn’t spend a-all your money.” You whimper, squeezing the tip of his cock when he pulls back out again. Kento hisses, digs his teeth into the crook of your shoulder softly just to hear you cry out softly. He pushes his cock back inside slowly, eyeing the way your mouth falls open into a tiny ‘o’ in the mirror.
“What did you spend most of my money on, then?” Kento asks instead with the tiniest smile, pressing his hips flush against your own as he grinds against you. He pushes you a little so you can lay more on your stomach than side, so he can push you against the sheets, so he can hear how your breath hitches in your throat when your clit meets the soft material of the sheets.
“C-Clothes, new h-heels, and—and panties.” you whine, grinding against the covers, pushing your hips back so you can push his cock deeper inside of you. But Kento stills your hips by pinning them to the bed with his own, his other hand pinching at your nipples to hear your choked out moan.
“Mmm, and what did you do after that?” He moans, the already slow and deep pace he had set slowing down even more. His cock grows cold in the few seconds he parts from your warm and wet walls, but he refused to pick up the pace. The slow drag of his cock, the needy and high pitched whines spilling from your mouth, and your cunt drooling directly onto his slit is enough for him to keep pace. Enough to drive you mad.
“Yoga,” you moan breathily, burying your face against the sheets, muffling your sounds. Nanami watches how your mouth drops open in the mirror, fits his mouth against your cheek as he leaves a wet kiss against the swell of it. He pressed down with his arm a little harder above your cunt, pinches your nipples a little rougher.
“And then…?” Kento goads, pushing his cock deeper inside of you until his hips make you inadvertently grind against the bed again. Your moan is almost startling in the quiet house, a sob that tears through your throat when the position makes his tip brush gently against your sweet spot. You shake all over, nails ripping lines into the expensive sheets as drool escapes from the corner of your mouth.
“Fu-Fuck, Kento please, go a little faster, please—”
“What did you do after yoga?” Nanami ignores your pleads, somehow goes even deeper, somehow goes even slower inside of you. It’s torture almost, too much yet not enough, a type of pain from being too full but too empty that makes you dig your nails into his hips with a cry.
“Fuck, Kento—”
“Answer me, baby, I wanna know.” Nanami kisses your shoulder, bites softly on the curve of it as he he goes impossibly slower, feeling close to stopping. You whine quietly, eyes leaking tears, mouth spilling drool, cunt drooling around the thick cock slowly rubbing against the spot that makes your thighs tremble.
“T-Touched myself to the thought of you.” You confess, eyes blurry as you cry out for him in the quiet room, blearily watching him in the mirror as he smiles against your cheek. Kento crooks his neck so he can capture your mouth, slips his tongue against your teeth and gums, licks his lips when the taste of tears permeate his tastebuds.
“What did you think of me doing to you?” Kento whispers, thrusts inside of you even slower, deeper, effectively making you drag your swollen clit across the covers. You moan quietly, feeling the familiar bubbling in your tummy of an impending orgasm.
“Being a b-brat to you.” You whisper in a rush, grinding your hips back and forth as much as Nanami’s own hips allowed you to. He grunts against your skin, fucks his cock in deeper until you feel him pressing underneath your bellybutton from the inside.
“Being put in my place by you, Daddy.” You look at him in the mirror when you say it, eyes low and flirty, knowing it’ll make Nanami weak. It does, his eyes fluttering shut as his cock twitches roughly inside of you. He plucks at your tit in retaliation, groaning against your skin as he lifts your leg higher to get even deeper inside of you.
“Being bent over your desk and s-spanked until I cry.” Your breathing starts picking up as you near your climax, clit throbbing as the swollen bud keeps dragging against the sheets. Nanami groans when your drooling cunt spasms and tightens around his cock, forcing his cock so deep, deep until he feels his tip kiss a sticky barrier, a barrier that makes you scream, scream and shake as your eyes cross and roll up inside of your head.
“You don’t want to be Daddy’s good girl?” Kento hums, already knowing the answer. You shake your head as much as you can, mouth parted in a constant moan as his cock nudges slowly against your cervix over and over again until you don’t know where he stops and where you begin.
“Wanna be your brat, Daddy, wanna be put in my p-place!” You’re coming faster than you expected, coming hard all over his cock, harder than you ever have from being fucked so slow and deep. You’re creaming all over him, your juices spilling from where he plugs you up so sweetly, feeling Kento’s rumbling growl from where he sinks his teeth into your shoulder.
“Love my naughty little brat.” He groans, only pushing inside of you once more before he spills all of his seed inside of you, fucking it deeper until he’s sure its gone past the barrier of your cervix. You moan as he fills you up, open bleary eyes to watch how he pants above you, how he watches you in the mirror too, how he smiles softly and turns your head to envelop you in a sweet kiss.
Kento slowly lowers your leg until its flat but hiked up so he can stay in between your soft thighs, shoves both hands up his shirt until he can cup both of your breasts in his palms and snuggles up behind you. Your eyes are drooping again from sleepiness after an intense orgasm and the warmth of a body behind and inside you. Kento kisses behind your ear softly before snuggling into your nape.
“Get some rest, baby.” You nod, already snuggling into your pillow as you whisper quietly.
“Mmkay. G’night, Daddy, love you.” Kento smiles at your tired voice, how you’re out in only seconds, squeezing his softening cock once more before your body relaxed around him.
“Love you too, brat.”