sai!

having a conversation with satoru while you’re both on your lunch break. you’re making jokes and going over useless gossip, his eyes fixed on you behind his blindfold.

suddenly you pause, sending a small, knowing smile his way. “my eyes are up here, satoru.” you say simply, looking back down at your food to hide the way you were trying your best to stifle a snort at his sudden silence.

your efforts to hide your laughter were useless when he leaned over the table with his brows raised.

“how’d you know?” you’re practically clutching your stomach with how intense your laughter had gotten at this point. the urgency behind his words was so genuine.

to this day satoru remains convinced that you have a secret cursed technique he doesn’t know about. you make no efforts to convince him otherwise.

Since you and obsessive!satoru broke up, you haven’t felt safe. You are wary of what you wear, notice the men who leer at you with fear because who was there to step in if they decided to harm you?

Now you had dumped Satoru for being too full on, giving you no breathing room, no one.

You were vulnerable in a way you hadn’t been in years, and you hated it. The freedom Satoru’s presence offered you was something you had taken for granted, not appreciated.

He was always on standby, ready to fight, beat up or demean a soul who dared get too close. A blanket of safety. One you had thrown away.

Tightening your jacket, you sped up, heading to Satoru’s building on impulse as the guy behind you gained ground. He could just be walking home from the mall like you, but God if your mind wasn’t somersaulting with fright.

What you’d give for Satoru to be on your back like a bear now.

The footsteps got even closer, right behind you, you couldn’t help it, you started running, so fucking scared, most of it probably in your head.

But it wasn’t, the man started running too.

Bursting into the fancy reception of Satoru’s building, you fumbled with your bag to retrieve your access card to the elevator. The security guard looked concerned but you just wanted to feel safe, and there was only one place on this planet you felt that way.

The moment the lift doors opened into the foyer you banged on Satoru’s door, not having a key after throwing it away in a fit of annoyance.

Satoru opened the door after mere seconds, eyes widening with concern when he saw your watering eyes. “What’s wrong sweets?” Collapsing into his arms, you squeezed him tight, so relieved to be against the hard muscles of his chest with his familiar smell laced into his cotton shirt.

“Someone followed me… I am sorry I broke up with you, it was stupid. I understand now, you only wanted what was best for me and I saw it as overbearing and-”

“Don’t be silly sweetheart. I get it, I can be full on at times, but we have all this penthouse if you need a lil breather, yeah?” Shaking your face by a thumb and finger on your chin, he grinned at your teary eyed expression. “Yeah.” You agreed.

Cupping your face in his hands, he kissed your upset right off your lips, your fear melting away with his presence. Sweeping you up bridal style, he carried you to your shared bedroom, not having moved a thing.

Was it a horrible thing for Satoru to send a hooded man after you? Yeah, he was going to hell. But all he was trying to do was prove to you what he already knew, that you needed him to feel safe, and that was his duty and he prided himself on it.

That, and Satoru Gojo was never letting the love of his life go. Not for anything.

When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

Suguru has this thing, he always has to hold your hand. It’s not up for debate. The moment you’re both out the door, his fingers are slipping through yours like it’s second nature. Regardless if you want to hold his hand or not.

“No wandering,” he murmurs with a soft smile, even if you haven’t moved an inch. Pressing a small kiss to your forehead. “You know I worry.”

He says it like a joke, like he’s teasing, but the way he gently curls his hand around yours says otherwise. He takes long strides without realizing it, and it’s not like you’re slow - it’s just that he’s always so eager to get wherever you're going, and you like to take your time.

So he holds your hand. Not to rush you, never that. It’s to keep you close. To feel your warmth and know you’re right there beside him. He’ll guide you with small, careful nudges, his touch never harsh, just enough to steer you when you drift or get distracted by something in a shop window.

“You get this look in your eye,” he’ll say with that fond, exasperated tone, “like you’re about to float away. I don’t like that.”

Sometimes, he squeezes your hand a little tighter than necessary. Especially in crowds. Especially when he’s quiet and thoughtful. And when you look up at him, puzzled, he just kisses your temple and murmurs, “I like knowing you’re safe. That I’ve got you.”

You might think it’s overprotective. He thinks it’s love.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 ──── 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

Nanami is meticulous, and that extends to post-sex care. He always makes sure you're comfortable, clean, and relaxed before anything else. If it was an intense night, he prepares a warm bath for both of you, cleaning you with patience and dedication. If it was something more spontaneous, he keeps you nestled against his chest, stroking your skin until your breathing steadies. His touch is firm but full of care.

On his own body, he appreciates his hands. Firm, large, experienced—capable of gripping your waist with ease, pressing against your throat just right, and tracing safe paths over your skin. On you, he has a fixation on your neck and the curve of your hips. He loves holding, biting, and marking those spots, watching how your skin reacts to his touch.

Nanami is organized and rational, but when it comes to coming on you, he transforms. His desire to see your skin smeared with his cum is almost possessive. If it’s inside, he makes sure to keep you filled for a while, pressing his fingers against your entrance just to ensure nothing spills. If it’s outside, he loves seeing your face messy, your breasts covered—he doesn’t talk much about it, but his intense gaze says it all.

He has touched himself countless times in his office thinking about you. On the most stressful days, when the routine wears him down and his mind drifts to the last moment you had together, he locks himself in the bathroom or leans back in his chair, loosening his tie as he gets off remembering how you moaned his name.

Before you, Nanami didn’t have many relationships to build his own experience, but there was nothing he couldn’t learn from you. And so, he memorized every weak spot of yours, every response your body gives to the slightest stimulus. He likes to learn in the process, absorbing your responses and adjusting his approach to maximize pleasure. When he fucks, he fucks with precision.

Missionary is a classic for him—because it allows control, eye contact, and depth. But he also loves having you on your stomach, his hand on the back of your neck, keeping you exactly where he wants. He enjoys when you ride him, but only if he can guide your movements with his firm hands on your waist.

Nanami doesn’t laugh much during sex. He takes the moment seriously, focused on every sensation and response. But sometimes, when you tease him or when something unexpected happens, he lets out a low, murmured chuckle against your skin. The most fun he allows is dry sarcasm when you try to challenge him.

Nanami exudes intimacy without needing excessive declarations. The way he holds your face as he moves inside you, the way he whispers your name against your mouth between deep kisses—everything about him screams connection. He doesn’t just fuck for the sake of fucking; he owns you in every thrust.

He prefers to hold back for you, but when he's away or extremely frustrated, he jerks off in the most methodical way possible. He leans against a wall, eyes closed, his hand slow and firm around his cock, imagining how it would feel to have your mouth on him at that moment.

Control. Nanami likes being in charge, dictating the pace and making you submit to him. Subtle restraints, silent dominance, and dirty praise are part of his repertoire. He also has a slight fetish for lace and sheer lingerie.

Bed is the basic choice, but Nanami isn’t limited to that. His office has been the scene of a few transgressions, as well as the shower, where he can fuck you against the tiles with water running down your bodies.

You, pure and simple. Your scent, your voice, the way your gaze gets heavy when you desire him. If you ask, if you tease, if you surrender—he can’t resist.

He would never do anything that could truly hurt you. Severe humiliation, harsh words, or extreme violence are not part of the game. He dominates you with precision.

Nanami prefers giving rather than receiving. He treats oral sex like an art—precise, dedicated, endless. He sucks your clit with expertise, pushes his tongue deep inside you until your legs tremble.

Firm and calculated. He likes to maintain control, keeping a rhythm that builds tension to the limit. But if he’s particularly desperate, he can be brutal.

He isn’t a fan of rushing, but when necessary, he makes every second count. A hurried encounter in the car, in a bathroom at an event, in the middle of the night when he needs you now.

He’s discreet but loves subtle danger. Doing something where you might get caught, but in a calculated way. A bold touch under the restaurant table, a hand sliding between your thighs at the movies.

He can last through long rounds without losing breath. Nanami isn’t the type to be satisfied quickly—he wants to make sure you’re wrecked with pleasure before he is.

He doesn’t use them on himself, but he has no problem using them on you. Vibrators are his favorite, especially when he holds them while fucking you, just to see you lose your mind.

He can be cruel with teasing. He loves keeping you on the edge, denying orgasms just to hear you beg. Pleasure only comes when he decides.

He isn’t overly loud, but he groans low and rough in your ear. Every ragged breath of his is pure gold.

He loves morning sex, in the laziest and most delicious way possible. No rush, just you riding him while he savors every inch of you, his hands sliding over your body as if he’s discovering you for the first time.

He pretends to have control, but his need for you is raw. He desires you all the time and knows exactly how to hide it until the right moment.

He takes a while to sleep. He spends time watching you, feeling your scent on his skin, the weight of your body against his. And only then, with one last kiss on your forehead, does he close his eyes.

©mahgyu | I do not allow adaptations, translations, or copies of my work.

I HATE NANAMI

pls don’t fall for this i’m gonna cry

✦ thinking about suguru coming home late one night, ridiculously hammered from a work event with his head pounding, only to find you, his sweet wife, sleeping on the sofa, your shorts riding up your plush thighs—rosy lips parted just slightly.

his first thought is that you probably dozed off waiting up for him. closed your eyes for a second before your exhaustion overtook you, as it has so many times before. the notion brings a clumsy smile to his face, and before he knows it, he’s drunkenly giggling to himself. thinks, fuck, i'm so lucky.

his second thought, however, is.... far less pure. hits him suddenly as he nears you, gets a glimpse of your skin up close, smells that familiar, signature, honeyed sweetness of your body wash that he just fucking adores.

and without warning, his cock is rising in his trousers, throbbing with a raw need, and he’s on you in a second.

belt buckle undone, trousers unzipped, he’s pulling out his stiff cock and swaying over you as he struggles to tug your bottoms off in his drunken stupor. it takes him a couple tries—a few, really—but eventually he gets it, shoves it down your legs until it tangles at your ankles, a groan caught in his throat upon discovering only your glistening, bare cunt.

no panties?, he thinks. were you trying to surprise him with a little gift for when he came home? is....this the gift? your cunt?

he doesn’t dwell on the question for long.

he gives himself a few experimental tugs before he’s gently sliding inside of you with an ease that makes him suspect you prepped yourself beforehand. the thought makes him release a pathetic, gasping moan.

i'm so fucking lucky, he thinks again. because how many other men have a partner who is willing to offer themselves on a silver platter just to please them? how many others have that synergy? that trust? that devotion?

suguru rocks into you with sloppy thrusts, nearly melts at the sensation of your soft, velvety cunt, nearly cums, too, but he holds it down. grabs your hips to angle you just right, fingernails biting into your soft skin, and (he blames this on the alchohol. the lack of restraint) starts whining as your tight cunt starts clenching down around him. squeezes him in such a delightful way he fears all the veins in his head might pop!

“f-fuck, that’s s’good.” he whispers, grunting softly, eyes screwed shut with an unfathomable amount of pleasure.

he doesn’t know what—maybe it’s the thrill of it all, of the taking. it’s taboo nature. the stigma that surrounds it—but after a few more thrusts and groans, he’s shuddering as he cums in your poor, little abused cunt, filling you to the brim and covering the skin at the crux of your thighs with his hot, white seed.

he leaves it there—leaves you full—doesn’t bother cleaning up.

that’s his little ‘thank you’ gift for you to wake up to…

nanami secretly lovesss car sex

the two of you were driving home from an exhausting night of mingling with his overbearing coworkers and higher ups. the two of you had given each other subtle seductive glances throughout the event, eyes yearning for one another’s presence. even the simple caresses of his arm or the gentle circles he rubbed on the small of your back had you both tensed up.

which is how you’ve ended up here, pulled onto the side of the road with your seat pushed far back and kento knees deep in the passenger seat. your panties are pulled to the side under your slim dress as he sweetly pounds his thick cock into your mushy wet insides. “being such a good girl, t-taking it so well.. mmh” he grumbles, his hands cupping your face to plant sloppy kisses across your face

“you’re s-so deep ken.. nngh!” your silky dress is bunched up at your hips, thighs pressed intensely to your chest as your dainty hand sneaks its way down to rub soft circles on your puffy clit. “yeah pretty girl? ya feel your husband stretching that p-pretty pussy out— fuckk..” he whines, eyebrows in a deep furrow with his jaw slacked open. he’s staring down at you through his fogged up glasses so fervently, almost like he wants to swallow you whole.

“ah!.. m’gonna cum kento please— w-wait i’m sensitive!” he pulled the neck of your dress down allowing his spit covered lips to latch onto your perky nipple, sucking and biting on the hard bud while the rough pads of his fingers knead your plump flesh. “so sweet, can’t wait to make you a pretty mama and see these so full, hmm?” he teases, gripping the fat of your thigh as he slows his pace.

“yes! fill me up hngh.. don’t m-miss ken! m’cumming- ah” you cry, toes curling against the dashboard as you bury your head into his chest. you’re creaming all around his thick cock, cunt tightening as he’s angling his hips to fuck into you so deeply, repeatedly squishing his rotund tip against your sweet spot.

“oh fuck f-fuck take it nngh!” he’s huffing out high pitched whines, letting his precious wife suck all he has left in him. you’re reaching up to grapple onto his face to drown him in sweetened kisses, hands tangled in his hair as your sweaty foreheads press against each other. he’s giving you slow strokes, hips stuttering while he winces in overstimulation.

“want more kento, wan’ you to make me a mommy p-please..” you plead, staring up at him with your lovingly doe eyes. he’s in disbelief with your request but responds to you with a soft yet greedy,

“alright.”

a/n : hi guys!!! sorry for being so inactive lol i write as a side hobby so i can’t promise i’ll continue posting consistently but i hope you enjoy this c: thank u for the support always 🩷