"Hey, Brat, Be Sure To Savor This."

“HOLD IT ANGEL, I KNOW YOU CAN.”

FEATURING THE ONE AND ONLY: 七海.建人. NANAMI KENTO

content warnings : 18+ only, dub-content, sadistic!nanami x masochistic!reader, established relationship, bdsm scene, orgasm control (edging and overstimulation), reader’s hands are bound, mirror sex, mentions of penetrative sex, feral nanami (this man is crazy)

author’s note: kinda ooc nanami bcs he is SADISTICCC in this one and he would never be this mean (i think) but i would let this man destroy my uterus 👰‍♀️ #ovulation i hope u guys enjoy this one as much as i enjoyed writing it even though it is definitely 100% not canon nanami nor is it for the light hearted 😭. idk what overcame me as i wrote this.

word count: 1.2k!

hope u enjoy n sorry for it being so short!

kaori. 🤍

This was a sight kento never wanted to forget. The way your body trembled was in front of the mirror as he forced you watch him have his way with you. The look in your eyes pleading; babbling about you weren’t sure if you could handle it left him so achingly hard. Oh no no no, sweetheart, you were going to take everything he gave you. It’s only fair because you asked for it right? Looking up at him oh so sweetly, suggesting a new idea in bed. You looked so adorable fiddling with hands when you tried telling him that you wanted him to ‘edge you until you couldn’t take it’. He was more than willing to indulge into this fantasy of yours. Hell, he might even be enjoying this more than you.

Your sweet husband has his legs locked around yours, restraining every attempt or effort of you trying to move away from him from the overwhelming sensations. His head resting on top of your shoulder as your body quivers under him. Your hands clawing at his tie restraining your wrists together while you pull at them. It makes him so fucking hard that only he could reduce you to such a mess. His eyes watched you tentatively through the mirror, mesmerised by the way you shake your head furiously, eyes welled up in those pretty eyes of yours, cries and pleas falling like a mantra from your lips yet it was never your safe word. Your words seemed to contradict everything your body was saying.

“Hold it angel, I know you can. Be a good girl for Kento. I’m counting down from 30 again and i need you hold it alll in like the precious girl you are,” he coos. It nearly makes you break. Before you can let out another whine or protest, you feel his fingers slipping inside your gummy walls almost too easily as your cunt welcomes him with an immediate clench around his fingers. He scissors them open again before shoving them deeper making your entire body lurch forward at the oversensitivity of his fingers prodding into your cunt.

The delicious torture starts again. His fingers curl upwards wiggling around inside you eliciting a wail of pleasure as your legs tense against his to no avail, his fingers massaging and rubbing against your poor needy cunt that’s been aching to cum. Your head is fuzzy, the faint smooth voice of your husband grounding you, the slow, maddening counts filling your head. “30….29..28, such a good girl, hm? 27…26……..25…24…” You can barely focus on his voice or the way he looks at you through the mirror, watching your body convulse under him as you try everything to resist cumming instantly, the overwhelming need to cum yet the tightening coil building in your tummy is slow.

You choke on your moan, pretty tears streaming down your face as you convulse against him. The squelches of your cunt is so loud that you would’ve been embarrassed if you were even the slightest bit more focused but kento is fucking you dumb! Suddenly at the 15th count mark, you hear a faint buzz of your pink vibrator that makes your eyes widen and has you thrashing against him. However, it does nothing but make him hold you tighter against his chest and flex his legs together while keeping yours even more spread. He attaches it to your clit and pounds you harder with his fingers. They prod and fuck into you deeper, no longer the curling motions or rubbing against your walls.

“Ngh-ah! Kenn!” you sob. “I-I needa- hnngh!- cum soo bad, puhplease! let me cum i-i can’t Kento,” you squeal out pathetically. “I don’t fucking care how bad you need it honey, hold it” he hums It nearly drives you mad when you hear him reach the 10 count mark. Maybe then, maybe, he would let you cum.

“6…..5…..4….3…2.. You better not cum,” he snaps as he thrusts his fingers into you deeper again making the dragging the 5 seconds out even more, setting your nerves aflame. The vibrator sending strong sensitive vibrations throughout your body down your legs. You can do nothing but sob against his grip, your thighs are clenched, eyes squeezed shut as you do everything in your body to keep it in. keep yourself from cumming. You hear him reach one and you’re oh so close to the release you need.

Unfortunately before he says 0, he removes his fingers out of your cunt with a ‘pop!’ and clicks the vibrator off. He tuts watching your slick run down his forearm as he watches the juices drip down his fingers, “so messy, angel” he tuts.

He watches as you tremble and cry against him in need. You couldn’t move your hands down to take the pleasure yourself more so even rub your thighs together for any friction with how your husband has them spread. All you can do is wail and cry from the frustration as Kento shushes you. Your body shudders, you never knew YOUR Kento could be this sadistic. You had expected to let you cum a while ago but he just wouldn’t budge. What’s worse? You can’t help but also enjoy this delicious torture, he’s been relentlessly teasing you like this for so long you’ve lost track of time.

You feel the burning sensation fizzing down as your cunt throbs with need as Kento runs his hands up and down your thighs. When he had deemed you rested long enough, he starts his torture again, instead from a final count of 10.

You almost cry out of relief but you’re so silly to think he’ll let you off so easily. The last 10 counts are torturous.

He starts off hard and fast. Calloused fingertips rubbing your clit in tight circles making your toes clench. That wasn’t all, he reaches with his other hand to insert not two, but thick three fingers inside you, stretching you out fully. The heat in your tummy building up so fast and overwhelming. He curls his fingers, reaching that sweet spot that you couldn’t even dream of reaching on your own. "There we go, angel, feel me," he murmurs in your hair, watching as your thighs begin to tremble again, "feel my fingers deep inside you. I know, baby, it’s so difficult to hold it yeah? but i know you can.”

You whine, gasping out, “Ken, too much!! can’t ngh—” your eyes roll back as you feel the fingers on your clit working harder and faster with the pistoning fingers of his other hand. No— more..!" You huffed through your tears.

You felt like you were going to burst. This time he didn’t stop you after 0. Worse, he kept going. He hears you pant and gasp against him trying to come down from the violent convulsions of your body from your orgasm but he wouldn’t let you go. The sharp piercing sensitivity becoming more brain numbing yet so so good. He drags it out for as long as possible to watch as you scream out so loudly all your neighbours would definitely file a complaint.

It really got too much but his fingers just kept rubbing and pinching and smacking against your sore and sensitive clit. You let out little whines of protests but it doesn’t do much :(

Instead, he gets up and carries you from the chair he had you spread open in front of the mirror to the bed instead where he continued to fuck you stupid and cock-drunk for him as you sniff and whimper. only for kento.

Oh, this was definitely not the last time this was happening.

Doodling my favorite guy

S

Birthday boy 🎂

dynamight and izuku

— 10:33, laying on toji’s back .

toji’s passed out on the couch, shirtless and warm and deliciously sprawled out like he owns the place—which he does, sort of. one arm hanging off the side, the other tucked beneath the pillow he’s face-first into. a low, half-snore rumbles out of his chest every now and then, just enough to let you know he’s really out.

you watch him from the doorway, a soft smile tugging at your lips. there’s something about him when he’s like this—unguarded, vulnerable in the most subtle way. the world can’t get to him here, not when he’s tangled in worn-out blankets and afternoon sunlight.

so you cross the room quietly, crawling up onto the couch and climbing over him until you’re lying flat on his back. warm. heavy. safe.

“mmmf—what the hell,” he mumbles into the pillow, voice hoarse and half-awake. “you tryna suffocate me?”

“you’re cozy,” you murmur, cheek resting between his shoulder blades.

he lets out a long sigh. grumbles something that sounds like “clingy brat,” but his hand slides back to grab your thigh and give it a gentle squeeze. he doesn’t push you off. doesn’t even shift, really. just melts back into the cushions like your body was always meant to be draped over his.

you trail lazy little circles over the bare skin of his back. he’s all firm muscle and scar tissue, warm and broad beneath your touch. a living furnace. your lips find the dip of his spine and you kiss it, featherlight.

he goes very still.

“…you tryna be cute or something?” he asks, gruff but quiet.

“just wanna kiss you, toji.”

you press another kiss higher, then another. right between his shoulders. he exhales through his nose, and you swear you feel his body soften under yours like he’s letting go of tension he didn’t even know he was carrying.

“you’re lucky i’m too tired to throw you off,” he mutters.

you laugh into his skin. “you like it.”

“i don’t,” he lies. absolutely does.

your kisses keep coming, slow and tender. one right below the nape of his neck, then another over the scar you know he hates but you love. your fingers curl around the edge of his shoulder, and he finally, finally sighs like he’s giving in.

“…feels nice,” he admits, barely audible.

you nuzzle into his back, body completely relaxed. he reaches up behind him and awkwardly pats at your hip until he finds a spot to rest his hand. just… holds you there. like he needs the weight. the warmth.

“you’re not goin’ anywhere, right?” he mumbles, more sleep than voice.

“nope.”

“…good.”

and he’s out.

completely dead to the world with your body stretched over his, your lips still resting on the bare skin of his spine, his rough hand gripping your thigh like an anchor.

and when he wakes up later, with drool on his shoulder and you still on top of him, he groans and says something like “gross,” but he doesn’t move. he just shifts a little to make you more comfortable and closes his eyes again.

can we stop normalizing being fans of slushy noobz JUST because hamzah is attractive please

(finding him attractive is fine but calling yourself a fan just because you think he’s hot is not okay)

redraw.