Can You . . . Can You Imagine Nanami Kento (32) Shirtless On A Boat? His Skin Is Sun Kissed, His Cheeks

can you . . . can you imagine nanami kento (32) shirtless on a boat? his skin is sun kissed, his cheeks are a rosy pink, the bottoms of his pants are folded up.

you’re half naked — only a skirt covers your bottom, you’ve discarded your bikini top — and watch as he takes control of your quaint boat. send him sultry smiles, sip on your beverage, throw your head back when he eats you out under the sun.

hi!! just saw your tags on my gojo fic, ‘these traces of love, they outline you’ and want to thank you so much for reading it!! 🥺 am so glad you enjoyed it!!! i hope you have the loveliest day!! 💗

wait this is so cute ahajshshs!!! you don't need to thank me lovey I need to thank YOU that fic genuinely cupped me with both hands and showered me with tender love. your gojo is phenomenal n I'm really thankful i stumbled across it n u

Shoutout to Haikyuu!! for showing the diversity of the autism spectrum!

We have :

Ushijima "I have no idea of what’s going on" Wakatoshi

Kageyama "I can’t read social cues & it pisses me off" Tobio

Sakusa "Don’t you dare touch me" Kiyoomi

Akaashi "I felt overwhelmed and anxious so I made some very specific lists to feel better" Keiji

Kozume "I was just looking for Pokémon Tier Lists online and ended up not eating, drinking or sleeping for the last 24 hours" Kenma

Kita "Do not disturb my routine under any circumstances" Shinsuke (+ bonus point for the "crackly" jacket)

CRYSTAL CLEAR // FUSHIGURO MEGUMI [+]

– summary: megumi has pretty hands. things escalate.

– warnings: MDNI. f!reader, afab language, oral fixation, finger fucking, hair pulling (m!receiving), use of gorgeous, love, my girl, brat, and baby.

– a/n: i started writing this while delirious at 4am one night and it wouldn't leave my mind. i apologize to my other wips + collabs that i put on hold to finish this T^T also this is semi-proofread, so forgive me for any mistakes

– w/c: 2.5k

Sitting next to Megumi on his bed against the headboard, you watch him doodle in his sketchbook— the little figures look suspiciously like you two, and it makes you smile. Your cheek is comfortably smushed against his bicep as your fingers fiddle with his left hand.

He holds so much power in his hands, and you can't help but appreciate their beauty. Various silver rings adorn his fingers, and soft, pale skin stretches over scarred knuckles. The tips of your fingers bounce along the two freckles by his thumb, skipping their way over the rest of his digits. “Your hands…” you whisper into the serenity surrounding you, “they’re really pretty, Megs.”

“Mmh, are they?” he mumbles distractedly. His attention is focused on the scratch of graphite against paper, the sound blending with the soft music playing from his phone charging on the nightstand.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, your index finger trailing across his knuckles and down the side of his palm. You stop to spin the ring on his middle finger: a simple silver band with a black line across the middle. “Sometimes, when you wear the rings I got you for your birthday… it kinda makes me go a little crazy,” you laugh, circling his wrist to turn his hand over, delicately tracing his palm lines.

He chuckles with you, “Yeah? I know that, gorgeous,” Megumi says offhandedly, chewing his bottom lip while he carefully erases a botched attempt at a circle.

When you whip your head up to give him an incredulous look, he’s still staring down at his drawing. “You- what are you talking about?” you stutter, taking note of the amused smile stuck to his face.

At your baffled expression, he turns to you with a raised brow, “What, that my hands turn you on? I know that.” Megumi shakes his head as if you were the weird one for stating the obvious. “You always stare at them,” he shrugs, nonchalantly turning back to his sketches. “Besides, you think I wouldn’t notice your oral fixation? You almost never get off without my fingers in your mouth.”

A blush to rival the red dust of Mars rushes to your cheeks. And you thought you were so discreet about it too! “Megumi!” you exclaim, smacking his forearm for his vulgarity.

“First off, ow, and secondly— its true!” he defends. “You’re always drooling on ‘em… it’s cute.” Megumi says, smiling down at your wide eyes.

You ignore his pointed ow, yet again, when you give another slap to his arm, this time a little harder.

“You can’t just say those things!" you whine. And when he tries to regain your doting attention by leaning in to kiss your forehead, you dramatically turn your head away from him. “See if I ever kiss you again,” you grumble as you cross your arms over your chest. You don’t dare lean away from him though; you’re far too comfortable.

According to your boyfriend, the cutest of pouts adorns your frazzled features, and he thinks it’s funny to see you all worked up over something so small.

Megumi hums, his index finger catching your chin and guiding your gaze up to look him in the eye. “You sure?” he asks, ghosting his thumb over your lips and gently coaxing your mouth open. He smirks as he watches the switch flip behind your eyes, pressing the pad of his thumb onto the flat of your tongue, the cool metal of his ring digging into your bottom lip. Megumi’s smile only widens when your lips involuntarily seal around his thumb, feeling your tongue swipe up the side and back under to suck on it.

With a teasing quirk of his brow, his green eyes light up in amusement and his smile is laced with pride, as if he were saying see? just like i said, babe. His mirthful gaze snaps you out of your trance, and with a disdainful furrow to your brow, you open your mouth to pull off of his thumb— but you aren’t fast enough.

Your boyfriend takes his chance, swiftly shifting his wrist to bring his index and middle fingers up to your lips. Pushing them into your mouth, his thumb smears your spit across the underside of your jaw.

You let him— by God, you let him, because his fingers are so long and pretty and they fit so perfectly in your mouth. For as big of a fuss you just put up, you won’t ever turn away from an opportunity like this. You quickly embrace the feeling, allowing the charged air to completely muddle your thoughts.

You’re pleased to notice the flush to Megumi’s cheeks, a hum running through you at his dazed expression. You don’t hold back your lust for him, for his pretty face and his pretty voice and his pretty hands. Long, long fingers, strong and dextrous from all his training lay across your tongue; you wouldn’t have it any other way.

There’s a distinct heat to your cheeks and Megumi isn’t sure how you’re getting your eyes to shine the way they are, but you’re beautiful. He doesn’t think you know the kind of lewd picture you paint before him: plush lips wrapped around two of his fingers, a sheen of your saliva coating your chin and his knuckles, and you keep blinking at him like that— a slow, calculated fluttering of your lashes asking him for more, more, more.

“Christ— come here.” Megumi pushes his forgotten sketchbook to the side to pull you to his lap and finally kiss you properly. He grips hard at your waist and kneads the fat on your hips, as if he couldn’t hold you any closer. Your hands have found their way into his unruly hair, nails scratching at the nape of his neck as you give everything to him. The kiss is fairly tame considering he just pulled his fingers out of your mouth, but soon, Megumi's desperate squeezes of his hands at your hips turn into a gentle, but very much present push and pull, encouraging you to grind into his lap as his shorts begin to pull taut.

Megumi moves his mouth down your neck, nipping at your jaw and sucking pretty red marks into your skin— which you’re sure to yell at him for later— and down to your collarbone. You whine his name at the feeling of his clothed dick rubbing between your legs and his lips attached to your chest. His fingers make their way under your shirt, crawling up your sides and settling on your waist. He pulls you even closer to him and groans right next to your ear as he kisses anywhere his lips can reach. At that, you whine his name again, “Megumi, Megumi, do something-!”

He ignores you, continuing to suck marks into your neck and push his hips against yours. It isn’t until you sharply tug at his hair with a commanding and desperate bite of his name that he listens to your pleas. “Fuck-!” he exclaims, and you feel his body jolt in your arms. “Okay, okay, fuck— okay,” he breathes, trying to compose himself. Your boyfriend pulls back to look you in the eye, only to find his needy reflection in your blown pupils. His soft lips meet yours once more for a heady kiss, right before pushing you off of him completely.

“Wha—?”

“Hush. Turn around.”

Blindly following his orders, you turn, and Megumi suddenly grabs your waist to pull you to him once again. Your back is flush against his chest, the two of you sitting up against the headboard. He pushes his hips up again to shift your body down the bed, laying you more comfortably against him. His hands move to the insides of your thighs before pulling them to the side, opening you up for him. Megumi’s knees then hook on the inside of yours to keep your legs parted. “Much better, love,” he whispers, breath fanning over your cheek as he offers soft and gentle squeezes of his fingers on the plush fat of your thighs.

Goosebumps riddle your skin, making your body shiver at the light, sensual touches. A soft moan escapes you when he brings his lips down to kiss your ear again, pressing kiss after kiss to the shell of your ear and nipping at the skin behind it. He knows how sensitive they are— that jerk, and he huffs a laugh at your squirming. Megumi’s fingers trail up your thighs, stopping at the hem of your shorts.

“I thought you were going to do something, Megs,” you complain. Throwing your head back against his shoulder, it’s now your turn to tease. Your lips just barely brush against his pressure point, a spot you know he’s utterly weak to. “This is taking an awfully long time,” you murmur, words jumbled from the press of faint kisses up the column of his pale neck. You’re sure he feels your canines graze his skin as you smile wide, satisfied at the way he halts all movement to melt into your touch.

When he realizes you are taunting him, he mutters a short brat under his breath. Just as you’re about to protest that statement, one of his hands finally slips underneath your panties, encouraging you to shudder and sigh out something pretty instead. Megumi’s right hand comes up to turn your face to the side, giving him a better angle to lick a hot stripe along the side of your neck; now, he’s the one smiling into your skin, reveling in the sharp gasp he pulls from your throat. At the same time, two fingers drag up and down your slit, and he chuckles at the amount of slick coating the pads of his fingers already. “That sure didn’t take long, did it?” he mutters. His teasing makes you whine once more, and with a placating circle around your clit, he pulls away.

As he presses a short kiss to your temple, the tips of his index and middle fingers brush against your lips once more, pushing them into your mouth and against your tongue at the same time he slips two fingers inside you.

The dual sensation has yours eyes blowing wide, stomach swirling at the look of pure lust in Megumi's eyes, barely a sliver of green left in them from blown pupils, matched with a hypnotic grin pulling at his mouth. “My girl’s so pretty like this. Just look at you," he breathes, gaze fixed on his fingers pushing, pushing, pushing into your mouth. "We should do this more often; I like seeing you fall apart on my fingers.”

Overwhelmed enough as you are, you figure you’re past the point of no return, and you decide he needs to shut it. His dirty mouth has always gotten him into trouble with you, yet he never learns. Reaching your hand up behind you, you card your fingers through his hair much like you did earlier— nails scratching at his scalp in a way that you can almost time when Megumi's eyes roll back. While he continues to whisper dirty words into your ear, you pull at his roots and simultaneously grind your ass back into his lap. You feel his hard-on pressing against your ass, perfectly slotted between you, even through all your clothing.

Predictably, it sends a shock of electricity down his spine, a choked moan ripping from his throat at the sudden onslaught of stimulation. Megumi recovers quickly, chuckling low and imposing into your ear, “That’s cute. Nice try, gorgeous.”

To be fair, you should’ve expected the result of this back-and-forth. Because for as stubborn as you can be, Megumi argues that he is worse. Consequently, you're now stuck in between his chest and his arms holding you to him, one hand pistoning his fingers inside you and the the other shoving three fingers so far down your throat you’re afraid you’ll choke. It's too much— far too much!— but his knees keep your legs from trying to close. In fact, he spreads his thighs even more, opening you up further to get his fingers to hit the perfect angle inside you.

And because he is more of an asshole than you can ever remember, Megumi mimics a moan you let out, laughing at the way your hips jump and twitch. "Yeah? I know it feels good, baby, but you've gotta stop running from me," he says, biting at your ear. "Let me do this for you."

God, you’re frustrated at him for doing this to you— that he's right. He oh-so easily whittles you down to a wet, moaning mess, solely at the mercy of his fingers, no choice but to take the length of them without complaint. But the white-hot heat building in your stomach is worth the choked off panting and muffled cries. His fingers expertly press and prod against your gummy walls, hitting that spongy spot that zaps your core over and over and over again until your gripping his forearms for dear life.

You're almost there, so close to cumming all over his hand. Your lungs constrict and your back arches into him as the back your head drops to his shoulder. But before you reach your peak, Megumi takes his fingers out of your mouth, "Wanna hear you, gorgeous. Talk to me— you gonna cum?" And fuck is he mean, forcing you to speak as he shoves his now free hand down your pants to rub at your swollen, throbbing clit.

He feels so good. He does, you swear on it. You're on the edge— the heat bubbling in your stomach, and the flames licking at your feet are soon to engulf you entirely. But something’s missing…

All you can do is whine, and he laughs, “Fine, fine. I won’t leave you like this, I’m not that cruel.” Megumi then takes his fingers out of your sopping wet pussy, two fingers still rubbing vigorous circles against your clit, to shove his coated fingers into your mouth. His speed and dexterity, along with the taste of you along his digits is something else entirely.

Without warning, your orgasm nearly blinds you with its intensity. Or maybe that's because his fingers don't slow down as you crash. Your walls constrict and your clit throbs, belatedly wishing you were creaming on his pretty cock and not just pulsing around nothing.

Megumi’s lips drag down the side of your neck, and he keeps biting on your jaw. The smirk in his voice is audible as he brings you down from your high, “I knew you couldn’t cum without my fingers in your mouth. I told you; I’m not stupid.”

And if there are still distinct bite marks on his fingers by tomorrow morning...? Well— he had it coming.

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Iwaizumi is the type of guy to come off as a huge asshole solely because he's awkward

She's new to the whole personal attention thing.

(post Shibuya)