Divorced But.. Ex-husband! Nanami Kento X Fem! Reader

You don't know when you lost control anymore.

Perhaps when his almost unreal blue eyes lingered a little too long on your cleavage while you were changing the sheets on his king-sized bed. Or maybe when he grabbed your waist to pull you through, his hand sliding just a little too low, brushing the base of your buttocks. You wanted to believe it was an accident. Professionalism requires it. You gritted your teeth and continued your work. But he never stopped playing with you.

Satoru Gojo. Handsome as hell, rich as hell, arrogant enough to make you shudder. Your boss. The kind of man you would never have dared to touch given your 'lower' social status. Until now.

He pinned you against the living room wall, a predatory smile playing on his lips, before tearing you away with a wild french kiss. And now here you are, straddling his thighs, his thick cock buried deep inside you on the pristine white couch of his penthouse, soaked with your mingled fluids.

"Fuck... I should have fucked you much sooner, baby..." he groans between thrusts, his raspy voice rippling through you like a hot caress. "Your pussy... it sucks me like a hungry slut."

You moan, head thrown back, mouth half open, unable to answer him. Your back arches with the ecstasy gnawing at you from the inside. Each thrust of his hips makes you lose a little more of what little lucidity you had left.

Your pussy sloshes loudly around his cock, every inch of flesh rubbing against your sensitive walls, so deeply that you feel his head hit your cervix, almost painfully. Your breasts bouncing with each shock, your trembling legs barely holding up. His hand slides between you, his fingers resting on your burning clit and beginning to rub it in slow, pressing circles.

"Can you feel that? You're so fucking tight around me..." He stares into your eyes, a predatory smile stretching his wet lips. "You want to come all over my cock, right? Go for it. Let it all out, baby."

Your stomach twists with the need and his words, your heart pounds, your muscles tense.

And suddenly, you scream, your whole body shaken by a brutal, electric, ripping orgasm. Your back arches, your sex clamps down on him so tightly that he lets out an almost animalistic grunt.

He doesn't give you time to breathe. His hands grab you, turn you over, push you onto all fours on the sofa, your cheek pressed against the still-warm leather of your own body. You don't have time to protest. He plunges back into you with a single thrust, brutal, deep, and powerful.

"Look at you... my horny little maid," he murmurs, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back. His chest presses against your back, his mouth brushing your ear. "You're taking me so well. You were meant to be mine, weren't you, baby? Fuck... I could fuck you every day."

His words humiliate you as much as they excite you. You feel his pelvis slamming violently against your ass, his balls slapping against you with each thrust. His fingers wrap around the back of your neck, not too hard, just enough to make you moan like a bitch.

Your breasts rub against the leather as he thrusts into you again and again, as if he wants to leave his mark deep inside you. You scream, you moan, you beg without coherent words, your face glistening with sweat and tears of pleasure.

"You're going to make me come..." he growls, his voice raspier, deeper, like a plea. "You want my cum, huh? You're just a little container for my cum now, aren't you? Answer me, baby."

You nod frantically, panting, almost mad with desire. "Yes... yes, Sir, fill me..."

He grips your hips harder, pushes his cock into you one last time, all the way to your cervix, and unloads inside you with a long, throaty grunt. You feel it, his hot, thick cum, filling your womb, running down your thighs. He stays there, motionless, his chest pressed against your back, your breaths matching in a panting, exhausted breath.

Then a long silence.

He slowly sits up, runs a hand over your buttock, caressing it almost tenderly, and spreads your creamy folds.

"You'll have to clean this couch now, sweetie." He smiles mockingly. "Or maybe I'll keep you for... another kind of service."

You're unable to reply. You collapse onto the soiled leather, your body still vibrating with the jolts of pleasure, your pussy dripping with his white, slimy substance.

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If hating meant loving...

He hates how incredibly beautiful you are. Your features are so soft, so perfect, that sometimes he feels like he's looking at an angel.

He hates the way your eyes crinkle when you smile at him, a unique smile, reserved only for him.

He hates that smile that lights up your lips when something small makes you happy, as if for something insignificant.

He hates the softness of your lips when they rest against his, a tender kiss that makes him lose all reason.

He hates the way your hair blows in the wind, or the elegance with which it spreads on the pillow, forming perfect waves.

He hates the softness of your hands, which brush against his face with unbearable tenderness.

He hates the warmth of your arms when they embrace him, bringing him a comfort he thinks he doesn't deserve.

He hates the roundness of your thighs, when they wrap around him in an intimate, almost unreal embrace.

He hates the purity of your personality, the kindness that overwhelms him with every gesture, every word.

He hates the warmth and love you radiate just for him. You're his refuge without him realizing it.

He hates the way your heart seems to beat for him, even when he doesn't deserve it so much.

He hates everything about you... how is it possible to hate someone as much as he does?

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🌹 for valentine's day

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- #1 : you are sick and your loving boyfriend/husband worried about you.

- #2 : you have insecurities and your loving boyfriend comforts you.

- #3 : valentines day with your boyfriend/husband. 🌹

- #4 : the difference in size between your hand and your bf/husband's hand.

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Ryomen Sukuna

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Gojo Satoru (+18 vers.)

#1 - #2

- need help!? : you help your overworked colleague to solve his little -big- problem.

- be rude : you want your husband to be rougher with you.

- divorced but… : your ex-husband fuck you months after your divorce.

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- tumblr girl : your bf fuck you on the couch.

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hi can i req something angsty?

Hi! Yes u can!💗

in class. nerd bf! gojo satoru x fem! reader

The sun shines through the windows of the physics lab, casting beams of light onto the wooden tables. The atmosphere is studious, but a lingering distraction sits right in front of you.

Gojo, still a little too relaxed for a physics class, seems completely absorbed in something other than the equations covering his textbook.

His glasses are a little too low on his nose, a position he clearly doesn't mind. He watches you out of the corner of his eye; you can almost feel his lingering gaze. Every time you look up from your notes to look at him, you catch sight of him, his lips slightly curved in an amused smile.

"Seriously, Gojo, you're not really planning on studying, are you?" you ask, trying to mask the curiosity in your voice.

He straightens slightly and looks at you. His fingers make slow circles on the edge of his textbook, his smile widening. "Oh, I'm studying." "And you're going to explain how?" You raise an eyebrow, amused by his insolence.

He pauses dramatically, as if weighing his words before replying, "Because the only thing I need to understand is why you're so irresistible."

A nervous laugh escapes your lips despite yourself. You shake your head, not wanting to be swept away by his attempts at flirting. "This isn't a time to be romantic, Gojo. You need to be focused, and this is physics we're talking about. You know the complicated stuff we're learning today."

Gojo tilts his head, an exaggeratedly serious expression on his face. "Physics, you say?" He picks up his textbook and turns it over, placing it on the table in front of you, showing a page full of equations and diagrams. "I'm an expert on this subject, baby."

"Of course."

Gojo leans forward, his face almost against yours. "Of course. But my real question is: How do you expect a guy as brilliant as me to focus on that when his girlfriend's beauty shines brighter than any constant?"

Your heart skips a beat, even though you try to remain impassive. He has a way of melting you with his mathematical words. You sigh, trying to stay focused, but he doesn't seem to be letting you.

Suddenly, a commanding voice cuts through the atmosphere. "Gojo, Y/N, please come back down to Earth and focus."

The professor stands in front of you, a piercing gaze directed at Gojo, who seems surprised. "I see your study of the theorem of relativity is taking a rather... personal direction." He raises an eyebrow, a small, wry smile playing on his lips.

Gojo immediately straightens up, brightening up. "Oh, professor, I assure you, we're working. Personally, I'm trying to understand the laws of the universe, and now the universe is telling me that my girlfriend is a fascinating phenomenon."

You blush and cover your face with your hand, but the Professor doesn't seem at all impressed by Gojo's attempt. "You have a test coming up, Gojo. And your constant right now should be studying, not flirting."

Gojo gives him a wide smile. "Of course, of course! You're right, Professor. Don't worry." He then turns his gaze to you, his expression innocent. "But I have priorities, and you, Y/N, are at the top of my list."

The Professor sighs before continuing on his way, his gaze fixed on the rest of the class. "You're incorrigible, Gojo. But I'm sure you'll pass this test without a problem, even if I'm not convinced by your study method."

Gojo waits for the teacher to disappear to the back of the room before turning back to you, a mischievous smile on his face. "See, Y/N? Even the teacher admits I'm a genius."

You shake your head, trying to regain control of the situation. "You're not a genius, Gojo. You're just a nerd who can't concentrate."

He smiles wider, a little softer this time. "A nerd in love with you, and that's an equation I have no intention of solving."

He takes your hand and places a light kiss on your palm, whispering. "And I plan to keep you forever."

"Idiot."

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Nanami finally comes home after an interminable day. His colleagues were unbearable, his boss had foisted more last-minute work on him, the coffee from the vending machine tasted horrible... but the worst part of it all? It was the absence.

Your absence.

He had missed you terribly. You, his wife, his refuge, the only one capable of erasing the gloom of a daily life that was slowly killing him.

When he pushes open the front door, tired but in a hurry, it's your body he instinctively seeks with his gaze. And he finds you, on the couch, half asleep, bathed in dim light.

You are sublime. Your black lace nightie hugs your body like a second skin, so short that it reveals the base of your thighs, so thin that it hints at the full curves of your breasts. Your skin seems soft, warm, almost unreal.

You are there, spread out on the couch. He closes the door behind him, gently, as if not to break the magic of the moment. His steps are slow, controlled, but every fiber of his being already wants you.

He steps forward, kneels between your slightly parted legs, and spreads them a little wider, tenderly, with a silent hunger.

Your pussy is already wet, glistening, as if your body had anticipated his return. The thought of you waiting for him like this excites him even more. You are such a devoted wife, willing to satisfy him.

At the same moment, you open your eyes. Your eyelids flutter slowly, your gaze, still clouded by the torpor of sleep, meets his. You smile, surprised but pleased to see him, and before you can even say a word, he leans towards you and captures your lips in a deep, almost desperate kiss.

His hands, large and firm, rest on your waist, sliding over your bare skin down to your thighs. He caresses you like a hungry man, thirsting for you. His fingers linger on your warm skin, leaving shivers in their wake. He slowly moves up your stomach, his lips gently moving along your jaw, then your neck.

You moan softly, your body instinctively arching under his caresses. You place your hands in his hair, clinging to it gently, guiding his face against your chest, which he soon covers with feverish kisses.

He whispers to you how much he's missed you, how much he's thought about you all day, how much he's needed you.

You hug him tighter, your breath quickening because your body knows what he wants. Nanami devours you with his gaze, then kisses you, slowly, as if he wants to memorize every inch of your mouth—even though he already knows it.

He's not rushing. He's savoring it. Because he's waited for this moment, fantasized about it, and now that you're here, offered up, vibrant, he intends to make you come as you deserve because you are his beautiful wife after all.

a/n: I thought about doing a sequel, but I'm not sure... let me know if you want a sequel! Tyy for reading 💗 ⟢﹒ masterlist

synopsis: valentines day with your boyfriend/husband.

character [separate]: Nanami Kento x reader, Gojo Satoru x reader, Suguru Geto x reader, Toji Fushiguro x reader, Sukuna Ryomen x reader, soo cute! Choso Kamo x reader, Megumi Fushiguro x reader, Yuji Itadori x reader (fem!)

warning: love and short srry 💗… don't be mad at me for what i did for Toji😓

words: 2690.

Kento N.

Nanami wasn’t really the type to celebrate Valentine’s Day. To him, this day was a “commercial holiday,” an artificial opportunity to prove his love. He believed that love was built on a daily basis, in simple gestures and small attentions. So, you thought you would spend a quiet evening, like every year.

But when you returned home that night, you were surprised. The house was enveloped in a soft and warm atmosphere: candles lit everywhere, soft lighting, a nicely set table with elegant plates and a bouquet of flowers. Dinner was ready, a dish that Nanami had carefully prepared himself, accompanied by your favorite wine.

“It’s not much,” he said as he joined you in the room, a discreet smile on his lips. “But I thought it would be nice to spend some time together.”

You looked at him, touched by the attention he had put into this dinner. This gesture means much more to you than anything else. You spent a quiet evening, full of laughter, tender conversations and shared silences, as if this dinner was a simple and sincere way of saying "I love you".

When dessert was served, he placed his hand on yours, his gaze tender but discreet. "I know Valentine's Day doesn't mean much to us, but I wanted to show you how much you mean to me," he said softly. "With this moment together. Because with you, every day is a bit like Valentine's Day."

Moved, you smiled at him, squeezing his hand in yours. After a few seconds of comfortable silence, you got up to clear the table. Then, as you found yourself upstairs, Nanami turned to you with a slight smile. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he whispered, before kissing you softly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Ken,” you replied, touched by the sincerity of his words more than any gesture. And in that simplicity, you felt more loved than ever.

Gojo S.

The sun is barely rising when Gojo arrives at your door, a mischievous smile on his face. Before you can even react, he grabs your hand and whisks you away on a memorable day, where every minute seems more absurd than the last.

First stop: a private helicopter, a flight over Tokyo. The wind whips your face as you fly over the city illuminated by the first rays of the sun. You hold on to the helm, your heart pounding, a mixture of pleasure and terror.

Gojo, for his part, laughs as he sees you hanging on, his face like a permanent challenge. “It’s nothing, just relax!” he assures you, but you know he loves seeing you out of your comfort zone.

The highlight of the show comes when he drags you into an impromptu photo shoot. In the middle of the street, under the neon lights and curious glances of passersby, Gojo strikes ridiculous poses while making you laugh. Then, without warning, he takes a picture of you up close, capturing the moment when you let yourself go into a genuine smile.

Finally, Gojo takes you to the roof of a skyscraper, the breathtaking view of the city all around you, illuminated by sparkling fairy lights. The cool wind makes you shiver, but he keeps you close to him, a smirk on his face.

“So?” he asks, leaning a little closer to you, his mischievous eyes scrutinizing you with an almost childish amusement. “What was the best part of the day?”

You look at him, rolling your eyes as you smile. You know he’s expecting an extravagant answer. So, you lean down and kiss him briefly, just enough to surprise him.

“I’ll say.. everything was great, but the helicopter ride… I thought I was going to throw up. Never again please.”

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head, and pulls you into his arms. “It’s all you,” he says, pulling you closer, before catching your lips in a slow but passionate kiss. Time seems to stop for a moment, the sounds of the distant city drowned out by the intensity of his kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he whispers against your lips, a satisfied smile on his face. He holds you tighter in his arms, and you let yourself go with the magic of the moment.

Geto S.

The night is quiet on this Valentine’s night, and the atmosphere in your apartment is softer than usual. The wind blowing lightly against the windows lets you hear a distant murmur of the couples outside.

Geto comes home with your spare keys and silently places a small box of chocolates in your hands, before settling down next to you on the couch.

You turn your gaze to him. He says nothing, his eyes drowned in a discreet embarrassment, as if each word he was going to say was weighed carefully.

He takes a moment to look at the box in your hands before slowly turning it away, a slight smile growing at the corner of his lips. “I’m not really good at this kind of thing,” he murmurs. He almost seems to hesitate, embarrassed by the simplicity of the gesture, but nevertheless, his eyes shine with a touching sincerity.

His fingers slide almost imperceptibly on your skin, a silent caress. A small smile forms on his face, a smile that seems to come straight from a bygone era, where he was still able to believe in a quiet love, without pain or torment.

“You know… if we were somewhere else, in another life,” he begins, his voice soft but marked by an indecipherable depth, “I think I would have wanted to take you away from here.” He lets out a soft sigh, as if this impossible wish came from another reality.

He takes a short breath, then, with an almost imperceptible gesture, he hands you the rose he has placed next to him. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says, almost in a low voice, as if there is more to those words than what they seem to be. You smile at him tenderly and lean towards him, then kiss him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day too, Geto.”

Toji F.

If you bet on the fact that Toji Fushiguro would have forgotten that it’s Valentine’s Day. And honestly, it wouldn’t even be a surprise. This guy is the type to disappear for days, come back like a shadow without warning even though he’s your boyfriend. Then drag you to your bed with a smirk and leave like nothing happened but you still love him like an idiot.

So a commercial holiday? Spending money? Might as well forget it. That’s why, when he hands you a small paper bag, you blink in surprise.

“Here.”

“…What?”

He sighs, already looking annoyed. “Tch. Just take it.” You grab the package warily and look inside. A frown. “…Toji. It’s instant noodles.”

“And?” He smiles like there’s no problem and raises an eyebrow at your surprised expression. “You’re offering me… noodles?”

“You like them, right?” He raises an eyebrow, as if it’s obvious. You stand there, between incomprehension and amusement, before bursting out laughing. “Are you serious, Toji?”

“Listen, would you have preferred that I blow my money on useless crap? A heart-shaped necklace, maybe?” He snickers, crossing his arms. “I know you. I know you always forget to buy more when you run out. So yeah, it’s a gift. Take it and shut up.”

You shake your head, still laughing, and grab the collar of his jacket to pull him towards you. “You really are an idiot, Toji.”

“And you’re still here, stupid lover,” he replies, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, a smile playing on the corner of his lips. Ultimately, it suits you. Because Toji, even with his questionable ways, thinks of you in his own way. And deep down, that’s all that matters.

Sukuna R.

Valentine’s Day, you didn’t expect it. As Sukuna’s wife, you were used to displays of power rather than tender gestures. But on this day, something seemed different. As you prepared yourself in your chambers, you felt a familial presence slip into the room without making a sound.

Sukuna, in all his majesty, looked at you with a different glow than usual. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my queen,” he said in a deep voice, his imposing royal posture even more respectful, but there was an unusual softness in his words.

He approached you, an almost imperceptible kiss on his lips, and in his hands, a shiny object: a necklace adorned with precious stones the color of his rare eyes and a secret inscription.

The gesture surprised you, more than you would have imagined. The king of curses offering a gift, and yet, the intention behind it was clear. This necklace wasn’t just a gift; it was a token of his possession, but in a subtle way. He holds it out in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror of your dressing table, as if to make sure you like this necklace.

“This necklace is a sign,” he murmured as he brushed his fingers over your neck, gently sliding the jewel around you. “A sign that you are mine. No one else can ever claim you.” Okay baby?"

A shadow of a smile appeared on his face, but he didn't seem to want to let go of his gaze, as if he was trying to make sure that you understood the depth of his words. Then he closed the clasp of the necklace.

His hands slowly slid into your hair, your eyes meeting his. He was still this ruthless king, but today, there was something more tender, a form of sincere love that seemed rare to you.

"Thank you so much Suku, it's so beautiful.. Happy Valentine's Day, my love," you said, you smiled at him tenderly. He then leaned down, his lips gently brushing your ear, the contact light but loaded with that imposing presence that characterized him.

While being possessive, he wasn't trying to smother you, but to remind you that, for him, you were everything to him. He's just crazy in love.

Choso K.

You see the surprise in Choso’s eyes as you hand him the carefully prepared box of chocolates. He seems both surprised and a little hesitant. “Is this… for me?” He looks at you, as if the very idea of ​​receiving something is a novelty.

You nod, a shy smile on your lips. “Yeah, for you. It’s… it’s for Valentine’s Day.” You feel a little nervous, but he makes you feel like it matters, that your gesture didn’t go unnoticed.

He takes a heart-shaped chocolate and brings it to his lips, his eyes closed for a moment, savoring the sweetness of the chocolate. Then, after a few seconds, he looks at you with a soft smile, almost a little embarrassed.

“It’s sweet… like you,” he says, and his cheeks blush slightly.

You laugh softly, feeling your cheeks blush. “It’s just chocolate, Choso.” But you can see in his eyes that it’s not that easy for him. It’s maybe the first time he’s received something like this, such a sincere, simple gesture, but so precious to him.

Then, in a shy burst, he leans towards you and places a kiss on your cheek, his warmth melting you. “Thank you,” he murmurs, almost in a breath. “Really.”

You look at him, a smile that doesn’t leave your lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Choso. I’m glad to have you as a boyfriend.” He stays there for a moment, his eyes locked on yours, before answering with a sincerity that touches you deeply:

“Me too. Really.” His hands gently rest on your shoulders, as if to pull you a little closer to him. “I’ve never had a gift. It’s- it’s a little strange, but it makes me… feel good.”

You feel yourself melting under his words, his honesty and his sweetness. It’s everything he’s ever wanted, but never had the chance to experience. And you’re here to give him what he’s always deserved.

“You don’t have to say that, you know,” you whisper, gently caressing his hand. “I’m doing it because you deserve it, Choso.” He leans down again, this time to kiss you softly on the lips, a kiss that’s tender and full of promise. “Thanks for the chocolates, and happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

Megumi F.

Megumi has never been one to celebrate Valentine's Day. He finds it commercial, cliché... But when he sees the small box of chocolates that you hand him, your cheeks a little red, he can't help but feel touched. He takes the box with a slight sigh, but his gaze betrays his emotion.

"You didn't have to..." he murmurs, avoiding your gaze. However, he opens the box and takes a chocolate, the sweet taste contrasting with the heat that begins to rise to his cheeks.

"It's just chocolate, Megumi. Don't be so red." you answer, laughing softly. He just looks away and doesn't answer.

Then he looks at you for a moment before looking away, and after a moment of hesitation, he slips his hand into his coat pocket and hands you a small package. "Here... it's not much, but... Happy Valentine's Day."

When you open it, you discover a lucky charm in the shape of your pet almost with small accessories. You look up at him, surprised. "You say it's commercial, but did you still think to buy me something?"

Megumi crosses his arms, looking away. "Shut up," he whispers, red rising to his ears.

You can't help but smile at the obvious embarrassment on his face. Megumi, who spends his time playing indifferent, is blushing because of a simple gift exchange.

You turn the lucky charm between your fingers, admiring the details. He really took the time to choose something that would please you. Your heart squeezes gently at this thought.

"I like it a lot," you say as you attach the lucky charm to your bag. "Thank you, Megumi." A slight smile appears on his lips.

Yuji I.

Yuji, with his joyful and boundless energy, is determined to make this Valentine’s Day unforgettable, even if he’s not exactly an expert in traditions. From the moment you wake up, he surprises you with a carefully planned day:

A marathon of romantic movies—though you can tell he’s struggling not to laugh or roll his eyes at the overly cheesy scenes. A baking session where the two of you attempt to make homemade chocolates.

And finally, an evening stroll under the city lights, where Yuji impulsively insists on buying you a giant stuffed animal, just because he thinks it would make you smile.

As the day winds down, the sun dipping below the horizon, you both collapse onto a park bench, exhausted but happy. Laughter still bubbles between you as you recall the absolute disaster that was your chocolate-making attempt.

Yuji turns to you, his warm, sincere smile making your heart skip a beat, his eyes shining with an affection that needs no words.

“You know, I’m really glad I got to spend today with you,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I was kinda worried I’d mess up Valentine’s Day, but honestly… this was amazing.”

Then, with an adorable hesitation, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, neatly wrapped package. “I made this myself, you know. It’s for you.” His voice is both proud and a little nervous, as if he’s not sure how you’ll react.

Curious, you carefully unwrap it, revealing a handmade bracelet, simple, yet crafted with care. You run your fingers over it, touched by the effort he put into it, a warm smile spreading across your lips. “It’s perfect, Yuji, really. And for your first Valentine’s Day… I have to say, you did an amazing job.”

His laughter rings out before he suddenly pulls you into a tight embrace, his warmth enveloping you completely. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N!”

You laugh softly, resting your head against his shoulder. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Yuji.” And in that moment, frozen in time, you know this day will stay with you forever.

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It's your first day in Malaysia for your honeymoon with Nanami. He's prepared everything to make you feel comfortable. He would do anything for you, his sweet and pretty little wife.

He takes you to the beach with a folding chair on your back, a bag with your belongings and food in one hand, and a large watermelon in the other.

Your feet walk on the warm sand of the beach, and the embers of the wind caress your face and hair. Your pretty dress accentuates your curves and exposes your skin to the sun.

Nanami looks at you with love and admiration. You are so beautiful. He is lucky to have you as his wife for the rest of his life. His cheeks turn slightly red as he looks at you as if it were the first time.

"I can see why you chose Malaysia for our honeymoon." Your voice is sweet as honey, and your smile makes him melt. You are magnificent.

You look at him and say, "Dear, I told you to let me hold some..." To be honest, you were a little embarrassed to be carrying anything but your little bag, even though you knew Nanami didn't want you to carry anything.

"Absolutely not." He puts the watermelon in his other arm, takes your soft hand in his firm one, and pulls you to a quiet spot. "Come on, darling."

Once you're there and settled in, you sit with Nanami on your large beach towel. You rummage lightly in your bag and pull out an orange. "Do you want an orange?"

"Yes, please." Nanami comes up behind you, places an arm around your chest, and kisses your shampoo-scented hair. Your hand instinctively places itself on his arm, and you smile.

"Peel it for me." A low groan escapes his throat, and he takes the orange and sets it in a corner. You look at him skeptically. Is he excited?

His other hand slides slowly between your legs. His fingers caress your panties, slightly damp with anticipation. You feel your pussy throb at his mere touch, as if your body is responding without you even thinking about it.

"Fuck, darling, I want to make you cum on this beach for our first day of honeymoon. Do you allow me, baby?" His voice is deep and hoarse with desire for you.

"Of course I allow you, idiot," you breathe with a teasing smile. Your voice is low, barely above a whisper, as if the pleasure overwhelming you is already preventing you from speaking normally.

His fingers slowly tickle your clitoris through the fabric, and his free hand slips under your light dress to cup your breast.

You gasp softly, your body tensing under his caresses. He gently pinches your nipple between his fingers, playing with it while his lips rest on your neck, sucking on your skin and kissing it. Then, he pushes your panties to the side.

The fresh afternoon air brushes against your lower lip, sending a shiver up the back of your neck. He looks at you, his eyes burning, as if he wants to etch every expression on your face into his memory.

"You're so beautiful like this..." he murmurs, before sliding a finger inside you, slowly, deeply. You moan softly, unable to hold back the sound, but it could easily be heard even if you were in a very private corner.

He adds a second finger, curving it slightly to find that precise spot that's driving you crazy, and his movements become deeper.

Your back arches, your breathing quickens. You grip the back of his neck, turn your head, and bury your face against his shoulder to stifle the moans rising within you. He continues to stimulate your clitoris with his thumb, at the same time as he penetrates you with his fingers.

It's too good, too good.

Nanami, he doesn't take his eyes off you. He watches your every tremor, your every sigh, he breathes in your pleasure as if it were his own drug. Your pleasure depends on yours.

His fingers move faster now, harder, until you explode with a muffled cry against his neck, your body shaking with spasms, your hand clenched in his hair.

He holds you against him, supports you, kisses your forehead as you catch your breath. You're still panting, your heart beating like a drum in your chest.

"There, Mrs. Nanami... first orgasm as my wife, validated." He laughs softly, proud of himself, and you burst into a breathless laugh, still trembling but happy.

You pull away and turn slightly to look at him, your cheeks flushed, your eyes shining with excitement.

"Your turn, my husband..." you look at him and smile. Your fingers are already sliding down his fly. You're definitely planning on making him cum too.

a/n: It's been a while since I've posted, bruh... so here goes ^^ I'm posting a one-shot this week - about Nanami - so if you want to be tagged, lmk 💗 ⟢﹒ masterlist

Inspiration: https://x.com/yunonoaii/status/1901914370915119341?s=46&t=X-HaPE_HhJcar9ofo0IwiQ