[Hanahaki] [SKZ Han JiSung X M!Reader]

THE SEQUEL !!!! OH MY GOD ITS EVERYTHING I DREAMED OF AND MORE- YOU DID SO WELL ON IT OMFG

ps - is there any name you would like to be called by ? i was going to call you kim, but i didnt want to assume ^^;

I go by the nickname AiXun. you can call me that dear 🤍

And I'm just supposed to be okay?

Bonus

[Doomsday - SKZ Bang Chan X M!Reader]

It was an exhausting day and M/N can’t wait for it to end. It started with waking up perfectly fine this morning, having his cup of coffee and breakfast made by his husband, kissing the latter goodbye, driving to work, settling down at his desk, only to be instantly called out not even a minute after he sat down.

M/N was a loved firefighter in the city of Seoul. He was also, the first one to come out that he was happily married with a sweet loving husband. It was a dream come true for him but, soon, reality speaks itself. As wonderful as his life could be, there was exhausting day as a firefighter and today happened to be one of it. It was his 5th call for the day and it was not even midday, meaning, it was doomsday. This was commonly known in fire stations. Doomsday was a cursed day.

“Seriously?” M/N mentally cursed the world when the bell to the firehouse alerted the station. He quickly grabbed his gears and climb up to truck.

“Someone tell me, who didn’t shower today?” WonHo, the captain groaned as they were en route to their sixth call.

“Definitely Jae. He stinks today.” Francis joked as the group laughed along.

As least, his coworkers/teammates made the day still bearable. M/N was not the type to talk much. He was introverted, just like his husband and the entire station knew that.

“Alright, M/N , Jae, take a sweep. We’re looking at a fire structure, minutes, are all we have.” WonHo commanded and the team made a move.

It was finally the end of the day when M/N finds himself dragging his feet across the long stretch of apartment. At that moment of time, he cursed himself for getting the furthest apartment out of the 9 others that were available once upon a time. He clumsily rummaged through his bag for his keys, only to drop them on the floor. M/N felt like crying.

“Love.” M/N looked up with his teary eyes to meet the eyes of his husband.

“Channie.” The firefighter whispered dropping his duffel bag onto the floor and practically throwing himself onto the other.

Bang Chan cooed softly as he caught the bigger frail into his arms. He buried his face into M/N’s neck, not minding the stench of burned woods and sweats overpowering the faint scent of his favourite cologne that was gifted to the firefighter on their 3rd anniversary.

“Bubble bath?” Bang Chan offered the younger as they finally broke apart from the hug. M/N’s appearance was a mess. His hair sticking out everywhere as if he had been in some kind of tornado. His face had smudges of burned marks. Bang Chan didn’t miss the minor burn that ran across the firefighters forearm. M/N nodded subtly before grabbing his keys and bag off the floor, trudging into the apartment.

The older closed the door behind them before following after the younger one into the bathroom. M/N had switched on the tap, letting Luke warm water run into the tub. Bang Chan smiled as he cups the younger face, pecking his lips. M/N almost purred as he grips Bang Chan’s waist, pulling him closer and begin kissing the older.

“Okay, if we don’t stop, the tub will overflow.” The rapper panted slightly as he broke their kiss just in time to switch the tap off. The two undressed themselves and climb into the tub. M/N positioned himself in between the older’s leg, leaning onto his husband’s toned chest. No doubt, both of them were buffed, it was just fortunate that M/N was a foot taller than the older.

“So, today HyunJin and Felix fought because HyunJin literally put Felix’s duck into a pot and pretended to cook it and like it took JiSung and ChangBin to stop Felix from literally straddling HyunJin to death,” M/N listened contently to his husband describing how his day had went, “and like Lee Know decided it was a good idea to dance on a chair without anyone supporting him which resulted to a sprained ankle.”

“Serve him right, is he okay though?” M/N asked.

“He got a week off from dancing and literally is not allowed to bear any weight so, I.N became his humanoid wheelchair.” Bang Chan explained making the younger chuckle heartedly.

There was a minute of silence as Bang Chan gently messaged the firefighter’s scalp. It was then M/N finally cleared his throat.

“I had a horrible day today. It was doomsday.” Bang Chan understood where the conversation was going, “we broke our firehouse record and went to 10 calls today within 16 hours. I am exhausted and,” M/N paused and shifted. He was thankful that their tub was almost like a mini jacuzzi. The firefighter turned to face his husband, lifting the older up onto his laps so that he was straddling the firefighter, “I got triggered today.”

“Tell me more love, what triggered you?” Bang Chan encouraged as he washes off the shampoo on the firefighter’s head.

“The last call I went to was a married couple just like us. They are newly wed, just like us.” M/N took a couple of seconds to calm his pounding his heart, “he just came back home when he realised that the apartment was on fire. His husband was a producer and songwriter just like you. I…. I….. got so terrified because all I could think of was you.”

Bang Chan felt his heart clenched as tears ran down his husband’s cheeks, “when Jae and I went inside, he was laying unconscious on the floor, my imaginations went wild because all I could picture was you laying there unconscious. The…the beam gave way and it almost killed him.”

“But it didn’t right?” Bang Chan interjected, “because you manage to save him. Knowing you, you ran towards him and pulled him out just in time before the beam fell on him.” He speculated. “Which then results to this.” M/N nodded mutely as Bang Chan traced a finger over the minor burn on his forearm. “You’re okay baby. I’m okay. You’re okay. Look at me.”

“I almost had a panic attack after we left the site. I wanted to call you, I wanted to hear your voice, I wanted to know that you’re alright but, I don’t know….. I don’t know why my body wasn’t moving to my own will. All I did was drove back home, dragging myself here and I finally saw you.”

Bang Chan cooed as he cups his husband face, planting a chaste kiss onto the younger forehead, “here baby. I am right here. I’m okay. You’re okay.”

“Please don’t leave me. Never leave me.”

“I won’t. I promise.” Bang Chan assured. “Till death do us part.”

“Forever and always.” M/N continued before he hugged the older tightly, almost crushing the bones in his husband.

“Forever and always.” Bang Chan repeated.

“I love you.”

aren't you the one who wrote a fic with chan where the reader was a firefighter?? because I swear I read it here??? I can't find it anymore😪

Yes that was me! It’s still in here, just lost somewhere deep in the profile. I can tag you in it

9月15日 | 夢恋 [pixiv] 

Posted with permission. All the credit goes to wonderful artist/author, not me. Thus, please do not edit/repost this article without permission.

I hope this does not give too much pressure, but I have a request? I LOVED LOVED the fanfic about satosugu and reader with them being very, very rough after a tough work project/trip. Then I thought about it being a angsty?? Love a good angst

This is your account so it’s completely up to you to write or not!! I was thinking that after a while SatoSugu have another rough week. When the come back, the don’t immediately take it out through sex. Instead, they just bottle it up. Reader tries to comfort them about it but they ignore her or act snappy. Reader isn’t a pushover, but she is very understanding and patient. She lets them be mean, (it still hurt though) and just stays calm. She also had her own rough week while they were gone, but she doesn’t really show it. When they come back angry, she was hoping to forget her pain with them, but she only got their cold shoulder and words.

The next day when she comes home from another rough workday, she notices that they seemed to still be angry and agitated from their work trip. They suggest she take the next two days off, and she immediately knew what was coming. (Full consent given from her) She was feeling sensitive from her own turmoil/stress and the duo’s coldness, but she didn’t think too much of it.

While the roughness did feel good at first, it slowly became too much. They were too rough, far too rough. Their harsh words hurt. Their harsh hands hurt. The rope/ribbon hurt. Everything hurt, but was she overreacting? She was scared of disappointing them and ruining the mood I guess. She tried to look alright, but her cries slowly let out from the pain and emotional hurt.

They noticed it… Reader apologizes, but the duo is like, “Um no why are YOU sorry? This is on US.” SatoSugu realize their mistake and take care her mwah!! It was just a small dump, I’m so so sorry! As much as I LOVE writing, I’ll never be too confident enough to put this out. Even if I were to, writing styles will always be different. (Plus, I love the way other people write, just like yours!!)

Sorry it’s so so long!

- Moni Anon (first time requesting… kind of shy)

Shock

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, FAB!Reader

Pairing: SatoSugu X FAB!Reader

Word Count: 2,659

Warnings: Blood, death, shock, nightmares, PTSD, rough sex, choking, riding crop, shibari, degradation, emotional breakdown, crying, aftercare

A/N: I loved this request! Angst is like some of my favorite stuff to write! 🥲 I love a good sad story.

Part One

The morgue was cold. But it wasn't as cold as your hands. You stood at the sink, scrubbing at them with soap and water. You hadn't realized the hot water had been running so long; it had turned icy cold. But you had to keep scrubbing them because you could still feel the tacky blood coating them.

Their blood, their blood that was hot and flowed through your fingers when you tried to stop the bleeding. Blood that stained your clothes. The blood is quite literally on your hands.

You tried, tried so damn hard to save the assistant supervisor who was with you on your mission. The information the higher-ups had given you was wrong. The curse you had exorcized wasn't the only one lingering in the building. There had been two, and after the first was taken care of, you and the assistant supervisor were headed out. The second curse attacked. Slicing at you, you had barely managed to dodge it. Getting cut on the cheek. The young woman, however, had her blood splattered on the concrete.

After the other spirit was dealt with, you rushed to her side. She cried as you tried to tell her she would be okay as you called for Ijichi. But the cut was too deep; she lost too much blood, and you watched the light fade from her eyes. Leaving you alone, stained with her blood.

Your mind snapped out of the bloody memory as someone turned the water off. They gently grabbed your hands, drying them off, pulling you out of the trance you were in. Shoko eyes you before gently leading you to the chairs lining the walls, ushering you to sit down. Reluctantly, you listened, plopping down and looking at your hands.

“I'm going to call Satoru and Suguru to tell them what's happened.”

Your head jerked up, “N-No, don't do that. I’m fine!” Shoko shook her head, leaning against the wall. “Shoko, please, really, I’m fine, I swear.”

“Y/N, I left ten minutes ago. You were washing your hands then, and I found you still washing them? You're in shock; I can't let you leave like this.”

“Please, I don't want to bother them. They just got back from a rough mission.”

“And you didn't?”

Your friend's words were searing into you like hot needles. She was right in a sense; you had just gotten back from a rough mission, but so had your boyfriends. They were gone for a week. Having to travel overseas to deal with several grade-one curses. The two of them handled it, taking down the curse users with them. But when they got home this morning, they headed to the room jet lagged and annoyed over each other, claiming they needed space and sleep.

If Shoko called them, they would be more irritable. You wanted them to get as much rest as they could. They worked their asses off. You being in shock was a minimal issue to involve them in. You would be okay—eventually.

“Y/N, I’m not comfortable letting you go home alone,” Shoko repeated, sitting on one of the chairs beside you.

“Okay, what about Yaga or Nanami then?”

You were so thankful that Shoko agreed with your proposition that Ijichi drove you and Nanami back to your house. Nanami was quiet the whole time, stealing the occasional glance at you, watching as you stared at your hands. It wasn't until Ijichi parked in front of your house that Nanami cleared his throat, catching your attention.

“I think you need to take a couple of days off.” His glasses gleamed. “I'm going to talk to Yaga about it. You're in no state to work right now. You need time to process what happened.”

Swallowing hard, you opened the door to the car. “I appreciate your concern, Nanami, but I’ll be okay.” You attempted to give him your best smile. “I got this.” The look on your friend's face screamed that he knew you were lying.

“Regardless of your ploy to fool me or downplay how much you're hurting, I will still talk to Principal Yaga.”

“And I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks again, Nanami.”

You waved the car off before rubbing Your still-freezing hands together. Things would be better once you got inside. Satoru and Suguru were back, and you could relax, forget about work, and just be together.

As you approached the door, Satoru came out, black sunglasses on as he shut the door. “Oh, hi Satoru, welcome home!” You put on your best smile, approaching him.

“Hi, I'm heading out.” His tone was sharp and as cold as your hands.

“You’re not staying here?”

He pulled his sunglasses down, revealing his blue eyes. “No, I need to get out. Suguru is driving me insane. I’m going shopping.” He waved you off as if dismissing you.

“Oh, well, if you give me a few minutes, I could go with you?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way.” He kept walking, not even looking back at you. “I don’t wanna be around either of you right now.”

Ouch, that stung. But you just gave him a weak smile before heading inside. “Be safe.”

Alright, so Satoru needed some space, but Suguru might be in a better mood. Heading towards his room, you knocked and waited for him to respond. Only he didn’t. Your stomach twisted in knots as you hit again, a little harder this time.

A loud groan sounded behind the door before you listened to the floorboards creaking. The door flung open, and Suguru cocked an eyebrow as he eyed you. He looked exhausted and pissy, but he didn’t say anything as he glared at you.

“W-Welcome home.”

“Mhm.”

“Uhm, Satoru left. Do you wanna watch a movie or get something to eat?”

Suguru shook his head, dark streams of hair falling in his face. “No.” Your cold fingers twitched as you took a deep breath. Just as you opened your mouth, Suguru sighed, jabbing his thumb against the center of his forehead. “Y/N, please, I don’t have the patience or energy to entertain you. Please go away.” The door slammed in your face, leaving you staring at the wood grain in stunned silence.

Okay, well, that was unexpected. When the boys came back from a mission like this, you all usually had sex, taking the aggression out in the rawest way you could. This cold shoulder attitude was something new. Alien and strange, making my stomach ache.

After last week and especially today, you hoped to spend time with them. Snuggling them, forgetting about the horrors you had witnessed. Instead, you have a door in your face.

Nothing you could say or do to change their minds and attitudes. Everyone dealt with anger, stress, and exhaustion in their ways. Theirs happened to be wanting to spend time by themselves. Which was perfectly fine, but they could have at least been a bit nicer about it.

You spent the entirety of your night in your room after a hot shower. You lay there hugging your pillow as you stared blankly at the wall. Every time you started to doze off, you would see blood splattering the floor, hear wheezed, gurgled breathing, and see the light fade from that poor girl's eyes. You hardly slept at all, restlessly tossing and turning.

You were relieved when your alarm went off, ushering you to start your day. You got ready, and not once did you see your partners. Both doors to their rooms shut. Neither one came out to see you off, making your stomach turn.

At work, you put on a smile, trying to joke with the first and second years, but everyone could see your fragile state. From the dark circles under your eyes to how you disassociated during training. So you weren’t surprised when Principal Yaga came into your classroom and told you that you would be taking the next week off.

“You need to focus on recovering. If you need more time, call me.”

His words hummed in your ears all the way home. How pathetic were you? Allowing a young girl to be killed. A mandatory week off of work, and on top of all that, your partners were pissy and avoiding you. This, indeed, was one of the lowest two days of your life. You can’t remember the last time you’d felt this lowly, lost in the dark.

“I’m home.” You announced as you entered the house. Not expecting a response since both of them weren’t up when you left.

“Y/N,” Satoru said as you felt him press against your back. “Need you to do us a favor.”

Your body tensed as a blindfold was placed over your eyes. “You’ll need to call out of work for the next few days,” Suguru added as hands groped your breasts.

“Yeah, not a problem.”

They needed this, and if it would mean they felt better, that you could focus on pleasure, you’d gladly do what they wanted. And what they wanted was rough carnal sex. The type of sex that hard blue ropes digging into your wrists, bound behind your back. Intricate shibari dug into your chest, your breasts being squeezed. Everything felt so good, but it was so tight it almost hurt.

Your mouth was wrapped around Satoru’s cock. He was fucking your throat, yanking your hair painfully as he moaned as Suguru fucked you from behind. With every other thrust, Suguru slapped the leather riding crop over your ass. Your cries around Satoru’s cock had them both groaning.

“What a fuckin’ slut.” Satoru whined out, thrusting deeper down your throat, making you gag.

Suguru smacked the crop harder against you. “A dirty fuckin’ slut.” Another smack, followed by another, and it just kept going and going.

You cried around Gojo harder as Suguru continued his whipping behind you. “M-Mmm!”

“Mmm~?” Satoru mocked you. “Fuckin’ pathetic.” His cock hit the back of your throat painfully. Making your tears stain the blindfold as Suguru’s pace picked up.

“Pathetic whiny bitch in heat.” The crop hit your other cheek. “Absolutely pathetic”

You weren’t sure what hurt more. The crop and their cold, harsh words. They were never this mean. Calling you pathetic hurts because that’s who you saw yourself for the last few days. The ropes began to sting like your eyes; more tears stained the blindfold. You could handle this; they should be done soon; they needed this.

You couldn’t save that girl; the least you could do was help your boyfriends feel better.

“Pathetic worthless girl~ all you’re good for is this.” Gojo yanked your hair, and you saw splatters of blood. You were worthless at that moment.

A sharp sting from the riding crop. “Yeah, a good-for-nothing slut. All you’re good for is being our personal cock sleeve.” Good for nothing, yeah, you just let that girl die.

“Fucking stupid bitch.” The dark-haired man watched as Satoru’s face scrunched up in pleasure. “You're going to make him cum.” Long fingers trailed under the twisted ropes, yanking them hard. “That’s all you’re good for bitch.”

The ropes burned, digging into your flesh. Slicing into you like—like the girl you let die.

Suguru was the first to notice something was wrong. Your hands were pale. They trembled along with the rest of your body. He tossed the riding crop to the side, his dark eyes focusing on his white-haired boyfriend, who was still in utter bliss.

“Satoru.” His voice wasn’t filled with the same heated lust from before, and you noticed. “Stop, pull out.”

Satoru was about to complain, but as he peered at Suguru with half-lidded eyes, he knew he was serious. He listened to both of them pulling out of your mouth and pussy, watching as you coughed and gagged before those gags turned into wretched sobs. You curled in on yourself, sobbing louder. Images of blood, the morgue table, and blood spinning down a sink flashed through your mind.

The boys jumped into action instantly. They removed the blindfold and the bindings around you, allowing you to curl into a fetal position. They watched your trembling body before looking at each other, mentally asking the other what they should do. But it was you who spoke first.

“I-I’m sorry!” A broken cry sounded from the back of your throat.

Satoru gently pulled you into his arms, leaning against the bed's headboard. You sobbed into his chest while Suguru gently rubbed your back. Both of them were silent as you cried two days’ worth of pain out. Guilt seeped into the muscles and none of your body, for the assistant supervisor, for ruining the mood, for being so weak.

“Don’t. Please don’t apologize,” Suguru whispered, leaning down and kissing your cheek. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“This is on us. We went way too far.” Satoru added his hands, gently massaging your shoulders.

You babbled into his chest as your other hand grabbed Suguru’s, holding it tight. “I-I messed up this week! And now this!” You could feel both of their muscles tensing at your words.

“What do you—”

“Mean you messed up?”

The events of yesterday spewed out of you like a water fountain. You sobbed, going over the details while both men gently caressed and listened to you in silence. The moment you finished spilling out your guts, Satoru and Suguru shared a look.

“And I didn’t make it any better.” You sniffled, looking up at Satoru. Ivory cheeks were flushed as he ran his hand through his hair. “Telling you I didn’t want to be near you.”

Suguru let out a cold, harsh chuckle. “I wasn’t any better. I told Y/N I didn’t have the time nor the patience to entertain her.” You hummed, relaxing against the duo, feeling more calm than you had in the last twenty-four hours.

“Then we were too rough. I feel like a total dick

“Same here,” Suguru planted a kiss on your shoulder, his hand gently rubbing your arm. “What can we do to make it up to you?”

“I’m honestly so tired. I just want to snuggle in bed.”

Your request wasn’t ignored. They both got up; Suguru changed the sheets and picked up Satoru’s room. While you stood under the hot water in the shower, Satoru gently washed your hair. Long fingers massaging your scalp before the curtain opened and Suguru stepped in behind you. Their hands gently slid over your slicked skin. Washing, massaging, and worshiping you.

Their sweet caresses made your eyes heavier as the tense, sore muscles relaxed. While you longed to take care of their needs most of the time. Being held like this, sandwiched between the two strongest sorcerers in the world, made you feel safer. With them at your side, you knee deep down in your gut that everything would be okay.

After the most relaxing shower you’d ever taken was over, you slid on your pajamas before crawling into bed, collapsing into the plush mattress and expensive Egyptian silk sheets. Satoru crawled in with you as Suguru pulled you to rest on his chest while Satoru spooned you. Their hands were so soft and gentle. Their fingers and warm palms were like your own personal lullaby.

“Shh,” Suguru hushed, “we got you.”

Satoru nodded against your shoulder and the crook of your neck. “You can rest. If you have a nightmare, we’ll be beside you.” Satoru grabbed one hand as Suguru grabbed the other.

“Rest.”

The warmth of their hands in yours had your cold hands finally returning to normal. Sometimes, days could be terrible. Making you question everything you do. You were happy to know your boyfriends would be there to help bring some of the light back into your life. That was something you would firmly be able to stand by and defend, especially when their arms were wrapped so tightly around you.

The friendship dynamic between gojo and geto is undeniably amazing and adorable and obviously really well written that almost convinced most of the people that they're lovers which they might be or not, who knows. But the way they hear, value and look up to each other is really beautiful to watch and read. 

The way gojo was arrogant and ignorant kid who was expected to be the strongest since the day he was born and had a bounty on him from the day one, and never really valued anyone above him.

And then after courses of events after getting close to geto he turned into goofy, nonchalant and most adorable character, he really started loving, valuing and caring for others, which was really understanble assuming geto was absolutely a compatible and perfect person for gojo.

It almost seems like they are meant to be with each other and are basically soulmates. 

Death of riko really changed the way they saw the world, and divided them into having different ideologies, geto never really reached out for help, and after everything that happened, gojo really kept himself together, his youth was taken away from him, so now he adopts kids and teaches them and make sure that they're not robbed off of their youth. 

Well now knowing that gojo and geto  aren't together anymore is really something that doesn't just sit right.

♡

Hey yalls! I’m gay and I very much love to let my imaginations run wild. So imma write stories of K-pop idol x male reader

[Promises; Part Three] - [Jujutsu Kaisen! Nanami Kento x M!Reader] [NSFW]

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

M/N was on the beach, nestled in the hammock with Nanami. His eyes are closed as he relish in the sounds of the rushing waves and the gulls squawking in the air. He turn over, resting his head on Nanami’s chest. Nanami adjusts his arms so he can hold M/N while still reading his book. M/N’s eyes open a little, and he shields them from the sun.

“You’re staring.” Nanami said as he finally puts down the book he was reading aside. “Is there something on my face?”

M/N chuckled and nuzzles his head like a dog cuddling his owner, “handsomeness. Too much handsomeness on your face, I don’t want anyone to see you ever again.” Nanami could his cheek burning up as he runs a hand through M/N locks. “I can’t believe you’re here with me Kento-san.”

"I’m here. I’m right here with you."

That was all it took for M/N. M/N smirked as he lifted Nanami's frail single-handedly earning a yelp from the other. Nanami was quick to hold on tight as M/N brought them to their bedroom, tossing the older onto the bed.

"How are you still strong with only one arm?"

"I've been working out." M/N shrugged, “There isn't exactly anything I could've done alone in this house so working out was a go-to for me. Now, if I may, l've been holding back for 6 years, don't expect to walk for the entire week, Kento-san."

Nanami blushed as M/N climbed into the bed, crawling over to the older, "M/N, let me do the work."

"Oh, I would like that." Nanami got up and push M/N to lay on the bed. He straddled M/N's lap, seductively removing his shirt. "Damn, you're so sexy baby." M/N couldn't keep his hand to himself as he trail along Nanami's collarbone down to his nipple, pinching it lightly.

"Agh." Nanami moaned subconsciously grinding his hard on to M/N's. "M…M/N,"

"Baby, If you keep being so cute, I really can't hold it back any longer." M/N groaned. He had unbutton Nanami's pants and helped the other to take it off with his underwear. *Lube, we need lube."

"N...o, it'll take too long. F...aster M/N,* Nanami whimpered as he took M/N's finger into his mouth, sucking on it.

That's it, you're too cute for me." M/N flipped them around so he would hover on top of the older. He gently pushed a finger into Nanami's entrance earning a cry from him. *Are you okay?"

"*Y...eah, your fingers are so long, it's hitting me so deep."

Nanami breathed.

"Good to know baby"" M/N grinned. He continuously pump his finger into Nanami. The older couldn't hold back his cry of pleasure as M/N found his prostate, abusing it rapidly.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard baby."

"Agh! Too...too much," Nanami arched his back, cumming onto his stomach.

"Cumming from just my fingers" M/N runs a hand through his (h/c) locks, groaning at the irresistible sight. He took his dick, stroking them slow and strong, positioning in front of Nanami's entrance. "I'm going in."

"Agh," Nanami moaned, his fingers dugged into M/N's shoulders. M/N couldn't be bothered that they did sting.

"S..slower."

"Sorry baby. You need to relax or you're gonna literally break my dick into half." M/N gripped onto Nanami's waist and push himself further in, Nanami screamed when he had fully entered. "you good?" M/N leaned down to kiss the fallen tears on Nanami's cheek, "we can stop here."

Nanami moaned and shook his head, "just, give me a minute. I just need to adjust to your size. You aren't exactly small. You're monstrous." M/N laughed seeing the older whimpers.

“I’m going to start moving Kento-san.” M/N whispered into the blonde’s ear, his teeth grazing over the tip of his ears playfully. Nanami could feel his stomach being rearranged indefinitely. M/N was filling him up with every slow and gentle trust. Whimpers of pleasure escapes the blonde’s lips as M/N gradually fasten his pace. “Fuck, you feel so good Kento-san,” M/N groaned , his head thrown back in pleasure.

"Kiss me M/N, kiss me.” Nanami held out his arms. M/N gladly lets himself into Nanami’s embrace, locking their lips together. They kissed intensely as if tomorrow never exists to begin with. M/N could feel every vibration of Nanami’s moan through their heated kiss and that, was such a turn on for him.

“Shirt, off.” Nanami whispers and for that second, M/N stopped moving, breaking their lips apart. “M/N?” Nanami could see M/N uncomfortable flinch when he slips a hand under M/N shirt, “M/N, what’s wrong? Is something hurting? Baby? Is it the scars?” M/N seemed to give in as he nods mutely, leaning his head onto Nanami's shoulder. "M/N, you're beautiful.* Nanami cupped M/N's face to make eye contact with the younger.

"It's not really about the scars. I don't mind having this scar on me for life. It's just, people. People get scared of me. I don’t want you to be scared of me when you see the scars."

"Oh, fuck them, fuck the people. I’m not those people," Nanami kisses him, "they don't get to judge how MY M/N looks. They don't get to know that the love of my life is wearing a scar that indicates a sacrifice to save me. M/N, I really love you."

M/N couldn't hold back the tears as they stream down his cheek. How long has he not cry his heart out?

"M/N," Nanami moaned, *I don't know why but, you are growing bigger in me. It's hitting me so deep, you're gonna rip me apart."

M/N sniffled, "sorry baby. I really can't hold back this time. I mean it"

Without any warning, M/N pulled back and slammed into Nanami with an indecent strength. He could hear the cries from the older to slow down, or at least, be gentle but, M/N couldn't get himself to. Not when Nanami declared that he was his. Nanami was his and he was Nanami's.

"SL…..OW D…OWN! M/N…..agh, I...agh,.. I'm cumming." Nanami's legs wrapped around M/N's as it spasm. M/N came in the older as the older spurted on their stomach.

"Kento-san, I really love you." M/N linked their lips.

"I know. I really love you more." Nanami smiled.

“As i said, i will make sure you don’t get to walk for the next week, I’m only getting started Kento-san.” M/N smirked as he literally rips his shirt single-handedly. Nanami couldn’t help but blush furiously seeing how hot his lover is.

Let’s just say, Nanami was indeed bedridden for the entire week.

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Authors Note!

Credits to @actuallysaiyan for letting me use his imagine to start off the story. It was a perfect setting!

good riddance live