Did U See That?! 😃

him

Original idea by @te4k3ttle (I love Sam and Max, your drawing was great)

Idk how to draw a car, don’t @ me

I figured you might like pan dulces so here have some Conchas :3 *hands Conchas*

Tsk. I doubt these are of a good quality, but I suppose I'll accept them...

taka if i was here in the kg with you i'd read you a bedtime story every night, then tuck you in, and give you a goodnight kiss on the forehead !! ^_^

I... Um...

That's... Very kind of you. Th-thank you..

I hope every health insurance exec dies from painful and preventable disease

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 ♡♡

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐀/𝐍: sorry this took long but here it is!!! Thanks for requesting anon <33

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: All he wanted is for you to be loved, of course Byakuya being Byakuya he brought you a gift that was one he wanted to give you, though you didn’t accept it, you later did.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: None

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖

I could feel my heart racing as Byakuya sat across from me, his gaze unwavering, like a predator watching its prey. He placed a small, neatly wrapped box on the table between us, his eyes glimmering with a mixture of determination and frustration. I couldn’t bring myself to look at it, not again.

I had always been this way—hesitant, unsure, anxious. Every time he gave me something, I couldn’t help but feel like I wasn’t worthy of it. I wasn’t the kind of person who deserved such extravagant gifts, such attention. And the more I refused, the more his patience seemed to wear thin.

“Y/N,” his voice was sharp, cutting through the silence. “Why do you keep refusing me?”

I shifted uncomfortably, my fingers curling into my lap. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I couldn’t help the knots of anxiety tightening in my chest. “I… I don’t know, Byakuya. I just… I don’t know how to accept things from you.”

His eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing slightly. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been more than clear about my intentions. I don’t give you things out of obligation. I give them because I want to. Because I care.”

I flinched, the words settling in my mind but not fully sinking in. I couldn’t understand how someone like him—someone so powerful, so certain—could want to give me anything at all. I wasn’t like him. I didn’t know how to accept things without feeling like I was taking advantage.

“I don’t want you to think I’m… I’m just taking what you give because I need it,” I said, my voice small. “I don’t want to seem like… like I’m using you or something.”

Byakuya leaned forward slightly, his gaze becoming more intense. I could feel the heat of his presence, even though he was still sitting across the table from me. “You’re overthinking this,” he said, his tone now firm. “I’m not some charity. If I wanted to give you something, I would, regardless of what you think you deserve.”

I swallowed, unable to meet his eyes. My breath caught in my throat as I fiddled with the hem of my sleeve, trying to gather my thoughts. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate his gifts—it was just that I couldn’t believe I was worthy of them. I wasn’t worthy of him.

“I… don’t know how to accept things from someone like you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

The silence between us stretched, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of something softer in his eyes. But before I could dwell on it, he stood up from his seat and slowly walked toward me. My heart skipped a beat as he stopped beside me, his towering presence overwhelming. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the box, and for a moment, I felt a strange mix of warmth and tension.

“Take it,” Byakuya said, his voice low but commanding. “Stop pushing it away. Stop denying me.”

I looked down at the box in my lap, my hands trembling slightly. I wanted to accept it, wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, I could allow myself to be loved this way. But the walls of insecurity were so high, and I didn’t know how to bring them down.

“I can’t… I don’t deserve it,” I whispered, my throat tight.

He exhaled sharply, as if his patience had finally worn thin. He reached down, lifting the box from my hands and slowly opening it. Inside was a necklace—simple, elegant, but with a beauty that took my breath away. I stared at it, unsure of what to say. I didn’t feel like I deserved such a thing, but the thought that he had chosen it for me, that it was from him, made something twist in my chest.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice softening, though there was still that commanding tone. “You don’t have to deserve anything. I’m giving this to you because I want to. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Just accept it. For me.”

My breath caught as I finally looked up at him. His expression had softened, but there was still that intensity there—still that unspoken demand for me to trust him. To trust that his love was genuine, and that his gifts weren’t something to be afraid of.

I slowly nodded, my fingers shaking as I took the necklace from the box. I met his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. “I… I’ll try,” I whispered, my voice barely a sound.

Byakuya’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles, a rare glimpse of something tender hidden beneath his usually cold demeanor. “That’s all I ask for,” he murmured. “Now, let me put it on you.”

I nodded, unable to find my voice, and lifted my hair, exposing the back of my neck. His fingers brushed against my skin as he fastened the necklace, the simple touch sending a shiver down my spine.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

I turned to face him, our eyes locking, the unspoken tension between us palpable. My heart raced, and for a moment, the world outside our bubble ceased to exist.

“Y/N,” Byakuya began, his tone softer than I’d ever heard, “I need you to trust me. To accept not just my gifts, but my feelings.”

Tears welled in my eyes, a mix of relief and vulnerability washing over me. I stepped closer, closing the distance between us, and placed a tentative hand on his chest.

“I do trust you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Without another word, he cupped my face gently, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. Slowly, he leaned in, our lips meeting in a kiss that was tender yet filled with an undeniable passion. The world seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in the moment, the kiss deepening as our emotions intertwined.

When we finally pulled away, breathless and with hearts racing, Byakuya rested his forehead against mine.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he said softly.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the necklace around my neck.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖

@𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐱𝐝𝐩𝐩 ; 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.

Oh my gah.......,.,..

unprofessional. - k. nanami

continuation of this, smut, nanami is a pervert lol, lowk this was written with chubby reader in mind but it's not mentioned(i think), p in v, mentions of male masturbation, he has thoughts of noncon but he doesn't do anything without full consent, coworkers fucking lol, sorry i dont like writing male receiving oral so none of that, not proofread i wrote this during class, lowk this was hard to write i didnt know how to start it, lol im sorry this has a lot of humor in it, he's a respectful pervert!! oh also reader calls him "kenny"

it had started off innocently enough. nanami kept his desires to himself, quickly shutting down any perverted thoughts of you.

seeing you in your pencil skirts with your top unbuttoned one button too many, it got difficult to control himself. he's a respectable man, he'd kept his distance, and never dared to hint at his desire toward you.

he truly wanted to stay away, to keep himself from acting on anything, especially since you've never shown any interest in him.

but, he found a way. like he always does.

"aw, man!" your disappointment is palpable when you walk into the hotel room that nanami had booked, you were already upset that the hotel just so happened to only have one room left, but one bed? that's just bad luck.

"one bed, hm? i'll just take the floor, make it easy." he says, already undoing his tie.

you look up at him, "no, no. it's okay, we can share the bed. just put a pillow between us." he nods slowly, "yes, we're.. adults."

laying in bed, you inches away from him, nanami is hard. he literally has to stop himself from rolling over and fucking you in your sleep. or burying his face between your legs and inhaling that scent he dreams of. god, he needs a cold shower.

just as he's sitting up, he hears you stir, a soft sound almost like a moan leaving your lips. and, yeah, he's pretty sure he just came in his pants. he's seriously going to pull your pajama pants down and shove his cock so deep into your cunt--

wait, no, that's unprofessional. that's gross! he's better than that, he can just jerk off in the shower like a gentleman.

but, those quiet little mumbly moans, they're seriously getting to him. he feels like he is frozen in place. maybe he is, maybe this is some cruel bad dream where you'll wake up and crawl on top of him while your voice gets all distorted and you turn into some kind of dragon lady.

that's idiotic, nanami feels like he's literally high on the sight of you.

after a very long shower, he's all out of orgasms and crawling back into the bed. but, of course, you're awake.

was he too loud? did you hear him moaning your name and now you think he's some kind of pervert?

"hey," you mutter. "hey." nanami replies softly. you look over at him, "had a bad dream." you say.

he hums, "i just wanted to wash up, felt pretty hot in here." you nod slowly.

"so.." you clear your throat. "you wanna fuck me?"

oh my god.

kento nanami literally dies, right here. like, he feels his heart stop.

"what?" he manages to choke out. "i heard you in the shower, nanami. woke me up 'cause i thought you were dying or something."

he is mortified. you heard him fucking his fist, pretending it was you? he's never going to live this down, you'll probably tell gojo and gojo will tell shoko and shoko will tell utahime and--

"is that a yes or no?"

that is how you've ended up here. underneath kento nanami while the virgin gropes your tits like he's never seen a naked woman before.

your cunt is aching, but nanami just wants to kiss and lick your boobs right now. he's like a baby breastfeeding from it's mother, as if he needs to have your tit in his mouth.

finally, finally he pulls off your chest, kissing down your body. if you didn't know any better, you'd think he's slept with countless women. he hasn't, which is a surprise.

nanami's fingers hook on the waistband of your panties, tugging them down. he spreads your legs, staring at your pretty cunt. he's never seen a more beautiful sight. except for maybe your eyes and your skin and your smile and your--

you get the point. you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"kenny," you murmur. "need you." he can't help the grin that forms on his lips, you need him. just as bad as he needs you. see? he's not a pervert! you've just been teasing him. he feels your hips wiggle in his hands.

"gimme a second," he says, his breath hitting your wet folds. "wanna admire my girl." you moan in frustration, just wanting him to touch you.

finally, he licks a stripe through your folds. savoring every little drop of slick that lands on his tongue, he dives in.

he's not good at it, he's messy and gets spit all over you. you're horny and fed up, so naturally you grab his hair and force him to move the way you want.

"stop going so fast," you grumble. his cheeks light up a pretty red color, clearly embarrassed. but when his nose bumps your clit, you moan and he furrows his brows in concentration.

you reach down to pull his foggy glasses off of his face, placing them on the nightstand.

he starts to get the hang of it, you let out moans and whimpers. he's not an expert, but he's getting you there.

his fingers rub just over your hole, as if hesitating. "fuck, push them in." you breathe out, and he does. he slips his middle finger in your cunt, feeling your walls squeeze around him. it's probably been awhile for you, he thinks.

a second one just slips in, your wetness makes it easy. he spreads his fingers, feeling how much you can stretch. there's a sharp pain in his scalp from you tugging, and he groans into your pussy.

after a few more minutes, he pulls off of your cunt, making you whine. you would kill him if you weren't so needy.

his fingers wrap around your throat and he leans up to kiss you again. you obviously kiss back, tasting yourself on his glistening lips. he moans into your mouth, "fuck, i need to be inside of you. now."

you nod eagerly, lifting your hips, "c'mon, fuck me. let me take your virginity, kenny." he almost cums in his pants at the whiney sound in your voice.

"can still fuck you good, doesn't matter if 'm a virgin."

and, spoiler alert, he's not wrong.

he tugs his pants and boxers down simultaneously, his cock springing free. he's not gigantic, but damn, bigger than average for sure.

he strokes himself, making sure he's fully hard. he wants to make sure this is perfect, not even for himself, for you.

so when he slips inside of you for the first time, he really thinks he's in love. "fuck, you feel.. so good." he whispers, dropping his forehead to press against yours. he brings one hand behind your head, the other still firmly on your hip.

he slowly moves in and out, his mind completely slips the fact that he isn't wearing a condom. but neither of you could care about that right now.

"kenny, f-faster.." you all but beg, to which he can do nothing but oblige.

his hips thrust with more force and speed, the passion and intimacy is still there, but now he's really fucking you. "that's good?" he breathes, "mhm, s'good.."

your eyes roll back when his thumb lands on your clit, rubbing circles there. you lean up to press your lips against his, and he returns the kiss, practically eating you. his tongue pushes into your mouth, moving against yours in perfect symphony.

he can feel your insides squeezing his cock harder, he knows you're about to cum. he doubles his efforts, rubbing your clit faster and putting just enough pressure.

when he feels you finally finish, yeah, that's his end. he somehow gains the strength to pull out and quickly stroke himself, finishing in gooey strings all over your stomach.

you're both panting by the time you're done, the sheets are soaked with your sweat and he's carrying you into the shower.

after your shower (there may have been another round during it), you're both laying in the bed, his hand is running up and down your back slowly while you play with his hair.

"you my boyfriend now?" you ask quietly, "mmph," nanami thinks for a moment, then nods. "yeah, guess i am, pretty."

your smile makes his heart melt, he presses a kiss to your forehead. "sleep now, darling. we've got some curses to exercise in the morning."

as you doze off, he just stares at you. wondering when his perverted fantasies slowly became ones of you walking down an aisle all dressed in white.

a/n: haha hey guys pls dont hurt me.. this took way too long to finish, literally the night i was going to finish this i got sick (never eating lobster rolls again). i hope you enjoy this one im sososososo sorry that it took me ages to post.. ALSO THANK YOU FOR ALMOST 300 FOLLOWERS??? WTF ITS CRAZY!!!

taglist: @momoewn @vorfreudevortex @lem-hhn