Strong Matches For Scoff.

Strong matches for “scoff”.

Hehe

Warnings: •smut •slow sex

Summary: Nanami’s the perfect lover

(A small Drabble, bigger ones ahead😉)

I know Nanami fucks slow and hard. He rolls his hips ever so précis, making sure to hit your spot jussssst right.

He holds your face in his hands, peppering it with kisses as he whispers sweetly into your ear. Your legs wrapped around his torso as he hits you deep.

He sucks on your breast, breathing in your moans and needy whines. Whispering to you how perfect you are, how he wants no one else, needs no one else. Nanami Kento loves you just right.

Palms your thighs as he speeds up his pace, panting into your neck. Soft kisses turned needier and needier as you both come close to your release.

Nanami groans when he cums. Common knowledge. But he can’t help but let out a breathless whine.

He grinds himself into you, milking out both of your highs before relaxing against you.

He smiles and he places tender kisses on your neck, the corner of your mouth, your cheek.

Your forehead, your eyes, any open space he can get his hands on. He tells you how much he loves you, and you say likewise.

Nanami Kento is the perfect lover.

Warnings: •Killing • death •fluff •enemies to lovers •idiots to lovers

Summary: a bond is broken. ( you=pink/ Sukuna=red) lot of yapping in this before it gets to the actual fluff. Not related to the other one, had an idea and didn’t like how that one came out so this is a better, newer improved version.

“What a shame…” you muse, gazing at the man with soft eyes. “What a shame we’re not meant to be..”

He grunts, cocking his head at you. He’s made no attempt to approach you, to even attack you for that matter. His warmth radiates off his skin, shoulders squared like they’re prepared for a fight.

“We could be…” He looked so utterly confident in himself, like he couldn’t imagine anything else could possibly be more difficult.

You quirk a brow. “We’ve been at this longer than expected, longer than imagined.” You snort.

“It could be destiny, why not break our chains and-“

“We are enemies, no?” You interrupt, tilting your head. He grins. “Can enemies not love?”

What a joke. A joke and silly game he’s playing to try and weaken me. And what if he’s right.“There is bo rule saying enemies can’t be lovers… in fact, I think you humans romanticize it.”

“Do you love me Sukuna, truly?”

The question causes him to pause, brows furrowed. Love? How could he love someone, him, a curse. The king of curses.

“I care for you.” He says bluntly, unwilling to admit that he might be, maybe in lo-

“Yet you desire to kill me.”

He rolls his eyes. That is not what he was talking about. But yes. He did want to kill you. For centuries on end it’s been this back and forth between you two. An angel of light fighting the King of curses. And yet, no matter how close he gets, you always manage to slip away.

You giggle to yourself. “Maniac.” His eyes widen in amusement. He could listen to your laughs all day.

Your puffs of air as you try not to admit to yourself that you enjoy the Kings company. Why haven’t you killed him yet? The answer slips past your mind, you can never remember. You were made to destroy him, yes. But you never do so when given the chance.

“You are lonely.” You say, staring at Sukuna. He nods.

“It’s a never ending cycle, never ending battle. I catch you but you always manage to escape. We are doomed for eternity.”

“I am right here.”

“You are.”

So close and yet so far. A slight frown appears on his far. “Just out of my reach.” He sniffs, cracking his back as he gazes upon you.

The definition of beauty and grace.

“Why is that? I am right here.” He huffs.

“I am aware.”

You glare at him. He’s avoiding your questions and your starting to get annoyed. “Why?”

He scowls. “You know damn well why.” He snaps, teeth bared in frustration. That is not a straight answer. You stare at him blankly, frowning.

The truth seems just out of your reach. No matter how hard you try to concentrate, it’s never revealed. Strange. “Kuna.” You call softly. He melts a little inside at the name. Only you’re allowed to say it. To refer to him with such endearment in your voice. He’s most definitely in love. He looks at you.

“Kuna, something is wrong.”

Oh how he longs to touch you, to feel you in his grasp.

“Very wrong.” Your brows scrunched up.

He wants to hold you, to caress you as he crushes you. He wants you to die by his hands, and his hands only.

“The bond..” he breathes, he wants to fuck you, he wants to kiss you and love you and make you his.

Mine. All fucking mine.

You stare at him still, he rolls his eyes once again.

“The bond.” He emphasizes, only to realize you have not one clue what he’s referring to. Have you really forgotten?

“A vow, my dear, a vow I promised centuries ago. To not lay a single finger on you…” You nod like you understand. You do not understand. He sighs. Did she really forget? “Unless…”

“Unless?” He smirks.

Like he’s got you trapped.

“Come closer.” He orders. You almost laugh. “Hwhat?” He scowls at you. “Come closer.”

Oh this is rich. This is fucking hilarious. “Closer, to you. No.” He wants to kill you so bad. “This is not a joke little on-“

“Don’t call me that.”

“This is of serious importance and I demand-“

“Why?”

He heaves a big and dramatic sigh. Why must she be so stubborn? Do you not love her because of it?

“I shall tell you the condition, but I need you to come closer.” You hesitate.

Sukuna is not to be trusted. He’s far from keeping promises and for all you know he could be lying. He could be keeping you alive because of his sick little game. To torment you. But it doesn’t explain why you do the same.

You step closer, just an inch.

“Closer.” Again you take another step, your heart pounding out of your chest.

“And closer more.” Your body trust him, why does your body trust him? You’re confused, for sure.

“And closer.” You take another step. You should be careful. So very careful.

“Just once more.” He urges. And you do, till your lips are just centimeters from each other, and you can feel the warmth of your bodies. Mixing, mingling.

“Say something sweet to me, and I shall tell you.” He wants to hear your voice utter even a tiny compliment before you both die. You frown. “Is this the condition?” He shakes his head no. Just once, he wants to hear your voice just once.

“Your beautiful Sukuna.”

He steps closer to you, hands hovering just near your waist. “Kiss me.”

“That was quick.”

“Do you trust me?”

“No.” A scowl. He didn’t know why but he needed you to kiss him. It was a burning desire, deep in his black heart. “Dearest-“

“Don’t.” You knew. You knew something, but you couldn’t quite figure out what. You gazed at his lips, so perfect. “My Kuna…” you mutter, not intending for him to hear you.

“You said you would tell me.” Your gaze is sharp. He inhales. “You need to kiss me…” he murmurs, just a fraction away from where he wanted to be most.

“Are you-“

“Of course.” His voice held some desperation. He couldn’t be without you. Your eyes trail down to his lips, thinking. “And you shall kill me after this?” You ask. What the fuck?

“Yes.” For some reason, you were not afraid. You step closer, connecting your lips together. Nothing happens at first. And then a searing pain stabs you in the heart.

Finally. He thinks, reaching and cupping your head in his hands. He doesn’t break away from the kiss, shutting his eyes tightly. He breathes you in, all of you, and the pain overtakes him to.

Your hearts wind together, merging into each other in painful desperation.

The air in your lungs becomes his, and his knees weaken. Perfect.

Both your bodies heat up, burning burning burning. Until there’s nothing.

You feel the faintest touch in your cheek, soft and gentle. “Kuna?” You call out.

“Yes love.” He answers. His voice is so warm. So soothing. “Where are you?” You reach your hand out blindly, searching for him. Your hands connect.

“Are you there? Do you feel me?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you. “Yes.” He huma, and you feel it through your whole body. It spreads like a wildfire.

“Where are you?” You ask again. You don’t know why, you can feel him, just a little ways from you.

“‘M right here, just right here.” Fingers intertwine with yours. You hum delight.

The darkness begins to fill with light, trees and birds and noise. “My Kuna…”

“My dearest…”

✅✅✅✅🫡

I’ll get on him right away

🌺JJK POLL

Warnings: •smut •ball worship •oral fixation •Toji ‘accidentally’ whines a few times •dry humping •needy Toji

Summary: Toji’s needy and wants his wife to take care of him

Toji Foshijuro has never been so fucking horny in his life. His cock is leaking so much, desperate for some attention.

And you’re fucking cooking something. Look so fucking sexy in just his shirt, no panties on and ass sticking out.

He slowly walks up to you, grinding his palm on his bulge. “Baby..” he murmurs , pressing his growing erection to your ass. Fuck. His balls are so heavy right now, swollen and fucking full. He starts to grind into you, the tip hitting you just fucking perfectly.

He bites his lip hard, tilting his head back.

You had stopped what you were doing to answer your husband, rolling your eyes at his antics. You don’t say anything, letting your husband have his way, for now.

“Need ya’.” Toji gasp, holding your hips still so he can grind on you harder. His balls make contact with the front of his shorts. He nearly doubles over is pleasure. He cups them, pushing them against you and grinding so more. Fuck.

“Baby need you…” he try’s again, leaning his head in the crook of your shoulder.

The stimulation to his balls and cock almost make him cry. He’s so fucking desperate right now.

He bucks his hips, tongue hanging out. Hes never felt like this before. Anything could make him cum right now. He wants to make a mess, a big fucking mess.

You push Toji off you, causing him to groan in protest, only to let out a delighted hum as you drop to your knees. Perfect.

The description of beauty on her knees for him. A literal walking goddess.

He tugs down his shorts in a hurry, taking his cock and dragging in on your lips. “Gonna s-suck my cock ma?” He ask. It’s not really a question. He tugs and pulls, biting his lip. He’s so fucking close.

It would be better to come on your pretty face.

Before he can react you take his dick down. He moans loudly, bucking his hips a little. Holy shit this is fucking heaven on earth.

He takes the sides of your head, slowly fucking your mouth.

“S too good ma…” he mutters, thighs tense. “S too fucking good.” He’s gonna cum, he can feel it. He ups his pace, panting. “Gonna fucking cum.” He says, thrusting his hips. The tip hits the back of your throat so deliciously. He’s going insane.

His balls pull tight just as he’s at the edge of release, when you pull away.

He whines. Fucking whines. The hurt in his eyes is evident, looking at you with question.

Then you take his nuts in your mouth. He lets out a surprised gasp, whimpering in pleasure. Your hands work up and down his cock as your suck on his sack.

“F-fuck fuck so close. Just like that baby doing so-“ he cuts himself off, fucking into your hand and pressing your head into his nuts. He can’t fucking believe this.

He hissing through his teeth, hips out of control.

“Gonna cum” he whines. “Gonna fucking cum baby need you. Fucking need you so bad.” God he’s gonna die. Fat ass cock twitching with desire.

He grabs the sides of your head, back arching as he cums.

It shoots everywhere, and his toes curl. “M making a mess!” He says, trying to ride out his high. “Making a fucking mess…”

He finally relaxes, letting your go your face to pet your hair. Your smile up at his, face messy with cum. Shit.

“Toji, bedroom. Now.”

Me writing any form of smut without any previous knowledge of the human male anatomy🥰