he’s gentle with everything else.

you’ve seen the way he speaks to strangers, always polite. the way he kneels to tie your shoe, grabs your favorite snack without you asking, rubs little circles into your back when you’re falling asleep. he listens when you talk—really listens, like every word out of your mouth deserves to be framed and hung on a wall. he laughs quietly, never raises his voice. his touch, out there in the world, is always featherlight.

but in here? he’s rough. brutal, even.

“look at me,” he snaps, voice low, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs as he pushes them back, forces them wider. “you’re gonna take all of it, yeah? you’re gonna be a good fucking girl for me.”

and you do—because he asked. because it’s him. your sweet boy with the soft hands and soft voice and the meanest cock you’ve ever taken in your life.

he’s big. thick enough to stretch you open slow, then cruel enough to bottom out in one sharp thrust that makes you cry out like you’ve been slapped. your back arches, breath knocked from your lungs, eyes wide and wet, but he just grins.

“that’s it, baby,” he pants, one hand clamped tight around your waist to hold you still while he grinds deeper, like he’s trying to live inside you. “so fuckin’ tight—god, you’re squeezing me like you don’t wanna let go.”

you don’t. but it’s too much. your body trembles under him, already overstimulated, raw at the edges, and he knows it. he uses it, tilts his hips just right, drives into that sore, swollen spot with vicious rhythm, punching broken moans out of your throat.

“cry all you want,” he growls, dragging your face toward his, lips brushing yours. “you’re still gonna take it. you begged for this, remember?”

your legs are shaking. one hand grips the sheets like they might anchor you to earth, the other claws helplessly at his back, searching for something solid while he fucks you like he hates you.

but his eyes—god, his eyes—they never stop looking at you. even when he’s splitting you open, when he’s got one hand wrapped around your throat and the other pushing your knees back until you can’t move at all, he’s looking at you with love. with reverence. like he’d still carry you to the bath after, even if you came on his cock until your voice gave out.

“you’re mine,” he whispers, voice suddenly softer even as his hips snap harder. “you’ll always be mine.”

and afterward, when your limbs won’t stop trembling and your body’s aching in the best kind of way, he pulls you close, presses kisses to your shoulder, brushes the hair from your face and smiles like he didn’t just fuck the living soul out of you.

“i’ll run you a bath,” he murmurs. “you did so good for me. such a good girl.”

Clit play w nanami!!!!

Sitting on nanami’s lap is one of your favourite things ever! But it always takes a turn, when you proceed to sit on his lap as he is reading his book, man spreading on the couch practically inviting you to sit. Oh nanami loves it all the same when you do sit on his lap!

Cause it makes it easier for him to slide his hand under your pretty lil skirt. He is such a gentleman, he doesn’t want to ruin or wrinkle your skirt or your pretty white panties. His full attention is completely on his book but why does his fingers know where you clit is?

His middle finger would gently rub right at the tip of your clit through the panties, scratching until the tinkle grows all over your body, until your panties start to get wet just from that touch of his. And you want more, you want him to really touch you, but nanami dosent like that, he loves to watch you squirm as he flick and scratch your clit, somtimes pinching, evoking a sweet moan for you and letting go and continue his teasing.

No he wont pay attention to your pussy calling for him, cause he knows you can take it, Nanami wont rush it, he will be painfully patient and he does it all on your poor clit, until you are shaking and moaning as you cum by getting your clit overstimulated, you try to stop his fingers rubbing as your leg is shaking, fuck but nanami cant seem to stop!

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Measured. One word all his peers, family and friends seemingly found synonymous with him. With his character. With how he conducted himself. You found the same to be true, even when he was tongue deep in your heat. Especially then.

If there was one thing Nanami hated, it was being rushed. He’s a sensual man. He wants to bask in you, get lost in the touch, taste and scent of you. Savour you. Bring you to the brink and back just because he could. He prided himself on being able to pleasure you. His woman. And only his.

To call him skilled was an understatement. If pussy eating were a skill, Kento would hold the highest rank. He would take his time, lazily loosening his tie and rolling up his dress shirt sleeves as his intense eyes zeroed in on his prize between your legs. His heated gaze would make your face burn and your knees rattle.

He would slowly spread your legs apart, licking at the skin of your thighs, pulling the fat of it into his mouth and releasing it with a wet pop! He wouldn’t rush. No. Never. Not when heaven was right in front of him and his for the taking.

And when he finally got down to it? Not even the jaws of life could separate that man from you. Basking in the scent of your most intimate area, he would nose through the hair on your soft mound, sticky with arousal and spit. He didn’t know where his tongue ended and your folds began. He would leisurely lick from your fluttering hole, right up to your pulsating clit, circling the pearl with his tongue before giving it a soft suck.

Kitten licks. Small kisses to your bud with an aching gentleness that felt more like torture. He would collect your syrupy goodness on the flat of his tongue and swallow it down like the good boy he was, immediately going in for more. There was no wasting at the dinner table, you see. And Nanami always licked his plate clean.

And when you finally came undone in a symphony of whines and choked sobs, your thighs shaking as he marvelled down at you?

Well, he’d naturally go in for seconds. After all, he was a foodie. Good thing he’d discovered his favourite snack early on…

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The Salaryman and his pregnant wife

A salaryman in a bustling city like Tokyo is afforded few luxuries in his youth. One of them being a good night’s sleep. A rarity even among the lucky ones who could clock out before dusk settled heavily along the crowded streets of Tokyo Central.

The day had been a blur to Nanami, and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell dead asleep. A quiet, dreamless slumber that hung heavy in his subconscious, like a weighted blanket. A much awaited rest, a fitting close to a particularly stressful week. Finally, he was allowed to relax.

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He lifted one heavy lid, his eye fighting gravity in order to stay put on the vagrant pulling him from his sleep. Darkness smothered the room like smoke. It would appear he had been asleep for quite some time. He rubbed at his eye softly, trying to soften the blur that had settled. A woman. A woman with hair stuck up in all directions. A woman with hair stuck up in all directions and drool on her lip. A woman with hair stuck up in all directions and drool on her lip who was particularly rotund…

Ah yes. The vagrant was none other than his very pregnant wife.

You pouted at him, pawing at your eyes like a child.

“Your spawn demands sustenance,” you whispered. The look on your face resembled that of a child about to tell his mother he wet the bed.

“What?” Kento murmured, voice gravelly with sleep as he sat up. He tried to shake the fatigue from his frame.

“I’m hungry,” you whispered, your pout loosening so that your bottom lip could betray a slight wobble. Oh no. Not the tears. Summoned in the blink of an eye and nearly impossible to dry. He sprung from the bed, offering you a curt nod.

“Leave it to me.”

In a matter of minutes, you sat happily in your husband’s lap, eating a sandwich consisting of cherry tomatoes, smoked ham, gouda slices and an obscene amount of yellow mustard. The pregnant body was truly a feat of ingenuity. How you managed to stomach that at 2 in the morning was beyond him.

You peeked up at him, mustard stubbornly stuck to your bottom lip. Kento had his head leaned against the bedframe, tired eyes focused on you. And oh so full of love.

“I’m sorry I got you up. I know how hard you work,” you said, a slight pang of guilt gripping at your heart. He paused. Then a gruff exhale of air through his nose.

“You’re doing all the heavy lifting, honey. I can’t imagine making a baby is easier than hedgefund management. Making a midnight snack here and there is the least I could do.”

He rubbed your back. Up and down. Soothingly. Slowly. A reminder that he would always be there. Come hell or high water. Come midnight snack or deep slumber. Nothing was ever too much when it comes to you.

You wanted to cry. But that meant discarding your sandwich. So you settled for the next best option.

“You calling me fat?” you teased.

He smiled. He was right where he wanted to be.

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The morning sun poured through the window of his studio, painting streaks of gold over scattered sketches and half-finished canvases.

You didn’t mean to steal it; his white shirt had been draped over the back of a chair, smelling faintly of paint and his cologne. You slipped it on just to stay warm while he stepped out for coffee.

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“You want me to do…what?” Zayne stares at you as if you’d grown a second head, a reaction you’d expected.

“It’s called No Nut November! I think the name is pretty intuitive.” You tease, though the confused expression on his face doesn’t fade. With a grin, you explain the challenge.

“So, you’re proposing we go the entire month without having sex. And what is the purpose of this challenge?” He crosses his arms, not nearly as amused as you are.

“Well it’s just for fun! Aren’t you curious to see how long you can go without orgasming?”

“Why would I be curious about such a thing when I’m with you?” He steps closer to you, eyes beginning to darken. Still, you don’t let it go.

“You’re always testing your endurance aren’t you?” You smile extra sweetly as his chest nearly brushes yours, caging you against the kitchen counter.

“I suppose this would test your endurance as well…” A flicker of competitiveness flares in Zayne’s eyes, and you know you have him.

“Exactly! So, how about we make this interesting? If you can last longer than me, I’ll do anything you want for a whole day, but if I win…you do anything I want for a day.” It’s an intriguing proposal, one you know he’ll go for.

“Alright. Though I doubt this will be a struggle for either of us.” He smiles, though you note the slight tightness in his pants. Apparently just talking about sex was enough to get Zayne going. You’ll file that away for later.

“Oh totally. We’ll probably make it the whole month!”

He doesn’t last a week.

So we’re going to the Babymetal concert and dressing up as Daft Punk for Halloween?..

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꒰ 𝟎𝟏 ꒱ .. he loves to ease it in slowly and watch your reaction to
him stretching you out

꒰ 𝟎𝟐 ꒱ .. you spend all morning teasing him while he’s at work
so he HAS to come home on his lunch break and
teach you a lesson

꒰ 𝟎𝟑 ꒱ .. it’s time for the doctor to get a full body examination

꒰ 𝟎𝟒 ꒱ .. the doctor prescribed spanks for being a naughty girl

꒰ 𝟎𝟓 ꒱ .. how days off are usually spent together because they
can be rare with your busy schedules

꒰ 𝟎𝟔 ꒱ .. even when he’s tired from work he’ll still let you use him
any way you want

꒰ 𝟎𝟕 ꒱ .. how the majority of your appointments with doctor
zayne will typically end

꒰ 𝟎𝟖 ꒱ .. you pushed him a little too hard while he was trying to
work and now he’s got you bent in front of him

꒰ 𝟎𝟗 ꒱ .. you’re at another banquet and zayne couldn’t take his
eyes off you all night that a secret bathroom meeting
was mandatory

꒰ 𝟏𝟎 ꒱ .. he’s supposed to be getting work done but you present
yourself like this and he can’t help but get distracted

꒰ 𝟏𝟏 ꒱ .. soft morning sex before he has to go play a big meanie
for the rest of the day

꒰ 𝟏𝟐 ꒱ .. he’s driving you home after a date but the sexual
tension takes over

꒰ 𝟏𝟑 ꒱ .. zayne who loves to admire how wet you get for him

꒰ 𝟏𝟒 ꒱ .. sometimes he needs caleb’s help to take care of their
special girl ft caleb xia

꒰ 𝟏𝟓 ꒱ .. he’s working late cause he’s a doctor, and you look so
cute when you’re bent over

꒰ 𝟏𝟔 ꒱ .. he said it’s time for your bi-daily inspection

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Zayne had a bad day.

Everything had gone wrong. It rained during his run, he forgot to bring his lunch, and his favourite scrub nurse called out sick. By the time he manages to drag himself home, he’s so tired he doesn’t even have the energy to warm up the dinner you’d made for him.

“Hi Zaynie.” You smile when you see him. You’re curled up in bed, book in hand, the warm lamp light illuminating your face. A small part of him relaxes. No matter how bad a day he had, at least he got to come home to you.

He doesn’t have the energy to respond just yet. You don’t seem to mind as he undresses in silence, pulling on a pair of pyjama pants. He forgoes a shirt. Joining you in bed, he tugs you close to him. Your book lays forgotten on the nightstand as he settles on top of you.

You’re so warm, even in the t-shirt and shorts you sleep in. He presses his face into the crook on your neck, the smell of your lotion easing his racing heart. But still, the contact isn’t enough. His hands slip under your shirt and, though his intent was really only to hold your waist, you sit up to pull the fabric off.

It’s exactly what he needs. He hugs you tightly, chin hooked over your shoulder as you gently pat his back. His chest is pressed against yours, the steady beating of your heart matching his. Your free hand is running through his hair and the feeling makes him shiver. Something about your touch energizes him in a way unlike anything he’s ever felt. In just a few minutes, he finally finds it in himself to speak.

“I missed you.”