The Little Habits Of Kento Nanami Are What Heighten Your Domestic Experience With Him. Youve Gotten Used

the little habits of kento nanami are what heighten your domestic experience with him. you’ve gotten used to the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee in the early morning, at 7am sharp every day. despite your alarm being set for a little later, for around 7:30am, the aroma tugs you out of your sleep with no complaints from you.

and when you shower, you can smell his aftershave and body wash - nothing too scented, but enough strength to scream masculinity. you’re grateful that nanami works so hard to provide you with everything you could possibly want, from bags to food to a big house. you mentally recite this thanks to him every time you step into your walk in closet, the right side yours and the left his.

nanami has a habit of investing in a new cologne every three months, not because he becomes disinterested with his previous but because he likes to have a routine for everything; consistency. he’s adopted your habit of matching his perfume to his outfit and ever since, lets you pick out the most suitable pairing.

when you finally head downstairs, you find him seated at the dining table, book in hand, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, his coffee steaming in his black mug - the one you gifted him that says “no overtime, my wife misses me”. he smiles softly when he sees you, placing his book on the table and motioning to you.

nanami has a habit of resting his face on your stomach when you hug him as he’s seated, a deep sigh escaping him. “ ‘morning, kento,” you smile sleepily, running a hand through his hair. “good morning, sweetheart.” he kisses your lower abdomen and rests a hand on the back of your upper thigh, gazing into each others eyes for a moment before you shy away and sit opposite him.

nanami has a habit of maintaining tidiness. his shoes are next to yours by the door, his shirts - neatly pressed - up in the side of his closet dedicated to his daily outfit. he has a pair of pyjamas that match yours, a black satin set with roses embroidered on the chest pocket. he loves letting you do your skincare on him, sitting on his chest and pushing his hair back with your bunny headband. his hands rest on your hips as you apply various creams, serums and face masks. at some point, he falls asleep under you, chest rising and falling with his soft breaths.

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Drunk Dial: Eddie Munson blurb

18+ Minors DNI

"I just wanted to tell you something, as a friend." Eddie goes on. You've been on the phone for 15 minutes now. You can tell he's had one too many beers. His words running together a bit, his voice a little louder than usual.

"Of course." you tease, a giggle falling from your lips. You had just finished a joint when your phone rang, Eddie insisting he had something important to tell you.

"Your body is bangin.”

"Bangin' huh?" you giggle, your cheeks reddening immediately, grateful that he wasn't standing in front of you.

"Listen.. even friends can appreciate their friends uh-parts." he slurs, a little giggle slipping his lips.

"That skirt the other day, baby. Fuuuck." He groans dramatically. "Your ass.. your fucking curves."

"Eddie." you whisper, barely able to speak as compliments continue pouring from his lips. This wasn't the first time Eddie had said something like this but he wasn't usually so blunt.

"Shhh! I'm just trying to tell you." he chuckles again, "I would have bent you over right then and there if you woulda let me." his playful tone darkens in an instant.

"I-" Suddenly you wished he was standing in front of you.

"Mmm.. I can picture it now." he hums. "Pushing your skirt above your hips. Teasing you first. Do you like to be teased, sweetheart?"

"Fuck, Eds." you breathe out, your heart pounding in your chest, your pussy beginning to throb from his words.

"Shit, sorry baby.. I'm a little," he pauses to hiccup loudly, "a little drunk."

"It's okay.. I-I do like to be teased, by the way." you whisper into the phone, not wanting the conversation to end. Your high giving you a little boost of confidence.

"Yeah? Can I tell you what I'd do first?Hypothetically.” he rasps.

"Please." you whimper.

"Shit.. yeah, okay. First I'd bend you over.. like we talked about." he says giddily.

"Mhmm."

"Then I'd run my fingers up your thigh slowly until I reach your panties. I bet they'd be wet. Would they be wet, sweetheart?"

"So wet." you purr, escalating the situation further, resulting in a deep moan from Eddie.

Fuck, he's hot.

"I would bring my fingertips to your clit, starting slow. Teasing you just a bit. Then I'd move lower, feeling your soaked panties."

"Soaked?" you egg him on.

"Fucking drenched." he groans.

"What next?"

He chuckles lustfully at your eager tone. "I'd slip them to the side.. what color are they, baby?"

"Red. Lacy."

"Fuck me. Mmm.. okay. I'd slip the lace to the side, finally feeling you on my fingers.."

"Fast or slow?"

"Slow, in and out, I bet you feel so fucking good.”

“How many fingers?" he moans growing hard at the thought.

"Two?"

"Two.. yeah.. two sounds good. I'd start slow, gliding them in and out, speeding up, listening to your sounds.. finger fucking you real good, sweetheart. Make you cum all over my hand. God, know you'd be so wet."

"So wet for you, Eddie. My pussy would be so wet for you." you purr, surprising yourself with your words.

"Sweetheart... you're gonna make me cum." he blurts out at the same time that you blurt out your own sentence. "Do you wanna come over?"

"Yes. God, yes." he answers hastily.

"Wait, Eddie.. I don't think you should drive right now."

"No, no, no. I'm not driving. Stevie here is gonna drive me. Aren't ya buddy? Oh, here. You wanna say hi?" You hear a rustling on the other end of the phone. Oh god.

"Uh.. hi." Steve mutters awkwardly through the phone.

"Heh.. hi Steve." your face blushes profusely as you realize Steve must have been there the whole time.

"So. uh- need me to bring him?"

"Mhmm.. yeah. Please."

"I'm about to fuck your brains out." Eddie's voice comes through the phone again. CLICK.

Levi is balls deep inside you, pinning your wrists down onto the desk as he rams his cock into your pulsing hole- because apparently this seemed to be the only way to make you stop overworking yourself. You’re tearing up as he flicks your swollen clit roughly, bending down to kiss and bite on your neck. He pushes your thighs to the sides to angle himself even deeper, shoving the half complete documents off your table to make room.

“fuck- erwin wants these submitted..by dawn-” you suppress another moan as he thrusts himself into you, cock hitting your gspot.

“erwin can suck his own dick.” he grits out when your fingers plunge into his hair, bringing him down for another kiss. Levi couldn’t care less about your work right now, and erwin had no right to assign you more past 11pm. You needed this badly and so did he. He’s pounding into you, pelvis grinding against yours until you’re cumming all over his cock. The sight of it makes him lose himself too and he pulls out, spurting his load on your abdomen before helping you sit up.

“Let’s get this mess cleaned up and i’ll help you finish the rest of it.”

asking them for a whimper audio

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, ijichi, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: smutty smut

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[ SMAU ] 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ! ( fifth installment ) in which you are forced to plan a corporate event with your office enemy .

୨୧˚ part; one. two. three. four. five.

୨୧˚ incl; kento nanami

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