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softcaesar · 2 years

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WE SHOULDN'T — NANAMI KENTO part two (contains smut)

context : one bed, two friends…? surely friends sleep in the same bed, right…? wait… why was he pressing into you?!

pairing : nanami kento x f!reader

content and warnings : very OOC nanami, no curses + college au, SMUT, dry humping, slight grinding, masturbation, somnophilia, dubcon(?)

!! please read part one first !!

You wake up a total of three times over the course of your sleep in Nanami Kento’s dorm room.

The first time, you stir awake with a sudden shudder. The temperature of Kento's room has grown so frigid, and the skin of your arms is covered with goose flesh. You shiver again and huddle into a ball. You have no way of knowing how much time had elapsed, but you get the sense it wasn’t any longer than fifteen minutes.

“Kento?” you call out, rubbing your eyes. His desk appears abandoned, and the lampshade had been turned off. Where was he? The shuffling of slippers grabs your attention, and you crane your head to look for the source. Kento stands in the small kitchenette outside his room, preparing a coffee. The kettle is boiling. His profile is turned slightly, so you could see the gentle frown of concentration on his face while he fiddles with the coffee tin.

He was so beautiful. How had you spent so many months sitting behind him in Ecology, or across from him in the library, without coming to realize just how ethereally alluring he is? You’re so cold, even with the heavy blanket over you. You huddle up and shiver again, your eyes about to drift closed again until you hear a small sound from Kento. He’s humming. It’s so faint that you can barely hear, but the humming grows a little louder as Kento seems to get more comfortable with the tune. You don’t recognize it at all, but his voice is a subtle, lush baritone. Smiling to yourself, you let the sound of Kento’s gentle voice carry you back to sleep.

The second time you wake up from your sleep, your consciousness is muddled; you’d clearly been asleep for much longer this time. You feel a gentle pressure in your palms, and when your eyes flutter open, you’re looking straight at Kento standing beside the bed as he stares at you. He removes his hand from your palm.

He carefully removes a stray hair caught between your lips. “Sorry to wake you,” he says, holding red blanket in his arms. “You’re shivering.”

You groan softly. His hands are a stark contrast to your frigid ones, which almost tingle with the heat radiating from his skin. You’re so cold, and he’s so warm. In your reduced state of consciousness, it’s all you can think about.

“I don't have any spare blankets but Yu does.” Kento says. You don’t object as he places it over you. With his help, you tuck yourself under the covers, too sleepy to care about how weird it the situation was. Altogether, the sheets smelled clean and feel warm.

“What's the time?” you mumble.

“It's 2 in the morning,” he says, and before you could say anything, he interjects, “I’ll sleep under the kotatsu.”

Your eyes still feel heavy, and you can’t keep them open. “You don’t have to; I can make room.”

He stares at you.

“I’m serious.” You grasp for his warm hand and pull it weakly toward you.

He stays quiet.

You’re too tired to say anything; you just scoot your body closer to the wall. Kento debates for a minute before finally giving in. He climbs on the bed, the mattress shifting under his weight, and pulls the covers on top of him. His body heat radiates under the comforter, and you lean closer to him against your better judgment.

Ahh, heat. You turn on your side and settle in once more, but not before glancing at Kento. He lays on his back, as close to the edge of the mattress as possible. He’s staring up at the ceiling, his expression somehow neutral and alert at the same time. You feel your synapses shutter and eventually fall asleep.

The third time you wake up, you’re not cold at all anymore. In fact, you’re quite hot.

It doesn’t take long before you realize the source of the heat. Kento is no longer curled up at the opposite edge of the mattress. Instead, he’s pressed up against you now. His arm is draped over your chest, and his breath is hot on your neck.

You whisper his name in surprise, but he doesn’t move. He’s fast asleep, you realize. His skin is sweltering against yours, and although the covers have been cast off during your sleep, you’re now almost too hot. Though not uncomfortably so. You attempt to shift away from under his arm and toward the wall. You want to avoid any awkwardness when he wakes up. But your movement stirs him anyway. He immediately reaches back out for you, his hand grasping your waist. He hugs your body, his whole torso flush against your side.

No. No. You gasp at the sensation of his groin against your backside. You’re definitely awake now. But he’s not. A thin sheen of sweat coats the small of your back. He grips onto your waist like a vice, strong and sure, despite that he’s asleep. You couldn’t move away if you tried.

Kento’s lips part and a breathy sigh escapes him. You’re terrified of waking him up, of the humiliation that would ensue from both parties if he opens his eyes to this. So, you attempt once more to shift your hips away from his.

He grasps you again and brings his pelvis back against yours, clinging to you like you’re his life support. He’s hard, you realize. His sweatpants do nothing to mask it. You can feel all of him pressed between your thighs.

You exhale shakily. That didn’t work at all. What now?

If you really wanted to move, you still could pry his fingers from your waist and roll away. But the jostling of the bed would surely wake him up.

And you don’t want to move. Kento’s hot breath fanning out over your chest, his body against yours. It’s doing more to your own body than you’re willing to admit. But you can’t admit that. You resolve to push him off and not let this go any farther.

Until he moves again, grinding against you ever so softly. Another low, involuntary moan comes from his throat. At the end of his breath, you hear a simple word from his lips.

“(name)…”

It’s so quiet, you think at first you imagined it. But it happens again. The gentle buck of his hips, followed by your name in a low moan. A tremor of heat overtakes your stomach, right down to your core.

It’s about you.

The idea of his name on your lips like this felt so intimate, so sensual, and paired with the carnal bucking of his hips, his large erection rock-solid between your thighs. Wetness pools at your entrance. Each time he moves, his cock seems to rub against it. There’s a low ache deep inside of you that you haven’t felt in a while.

Fuuuuuck.

Despite your better judgment, you arch your back and press into Kento’s hips – a small movement – just once. He responds with a low growl that you can feel reverberating in his chest against your back. His cock twitches. Your breath rushes in with a sharp inhale. Sweat beads on your forehead. You’ve never felt this hot before in your life. But it’s wrong. You shouldn’t move. You should stop Kento before it goes on any longer. He’s asleep, and he’s your classmate, or friend, or whatever. This shouldn't be happening. Classmates or friends don't dry hump each other.

No, this is real, and it’s happening now.

And if you make him stop, he’ll wake up to find himself grinding against your ass. There’s no way you could pretend to have slept through it. He’ll be humiliated. And things will never be the same again.

You gasp again when Kento thrusts against you harder this time. The bulge in his pants literally pulsing and radiating a moist heat. Your body screams at you to press harder against him, aching for friction. But your mind screams at you not to move a muscle. You are so frustrated in so many different ways that you sigh out a high-pitched moan. He seems to hear it in his unconscious state.

Kento groans. It feels strange to not say anything back, but you have to be quiet. Every contact point between your body and his feels like an explosion of desire and tension. Your shirt has ridden up your waist, revealing a small sliver of skin. His fingers find it and dig into the softness of your belly, seeming to try to pull you even closer. Your own fingers yearn to move as well, to travel down your tummy and under the hem of your pajama pants.

No. Do not go there.

Kento’s ministrations seem to intensify. His breaths become shallow and rapid, a low moan on nearly every exhale. His hips thrust deeper and longer. You have absolutely no idea what to do. As much as your body betrays you, your mind is on high alert. What’s going to happen when Kento finally wakes himself up from this wet dream, his crotch inevitably sticky?

It can’t happen. You have to wake him up.

Kento buries his face in the nook between your neck and your shoulder. A shuddering moan comes from his throat. You need to wake him up now. You pinch the skin of his forearm – hard.

Kento gasps a huge intake of air, his body jolting awake. You lie motionless and close your eyes, feigning sleep. He props himself up to a sitting position, panting. The sudden loss of body heat, replaced by a rush of cool air against your sweaty skin, is jarring and miserable.

“Fuck, fuck,” he curses between gasps. You don’t need to look at him to know he’s uncomfortably, undeniably aroused.

As are you.

You continue to breathe in a slow, rhythmic pattern. Kento spends a few minutes trying to calm his heaving pants, as you try to ignore the pulsing ache in your core. Slowly, as to keep from waking you, Kento rolls out of bed and crosses to the door. It creaks open, and then closed. And then you’re alone.

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brittscafe · 7 months

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Nanami Kento Headcanons

Synopsis: SFW and NSFW headcanons. Nanami Kento x female reader.

All I gotta say is.... my man, my man, my man 😩

SFW:

My love Mine All Mine by Mitski is the song that describes your relationship.

Nanami is yours and you are Nanami's.

Your shared apartment/house/space is clean.

Nanami is just a very clean person in general, so expect his place to be as well.

When you first moved in, Nanami was so used to cooking for himself that he actually would.

He would feel really bad seeing the expression drop on your face, so he gives you his meal instead.

Nanami is the most caring, tender boyfriend to ever exist.

Don't even get me started on the cuddles...

When he still worked at the office and would come to you, wrapping you up in his large arms.

The two of you would lay on the couch, basking in the silence or engaging in conversation.

Your knees are up to your chest, legs dangling over Nanami's hip.

Your hands are tenderly rubbing up and down his large back, trying to take any stress away that's built up throughout the day.

Fingers kneading through his blonde hair as Nanami's eyes slowly flutter closed.

He usually ends up falling asleep in your arms, head resting on your chest.

His pinks slightly parted open, inhaling and exhaling such soft breaths.

Nanami is such a soft man in your arms. It's where he feels the safest and at his best.

He literally treats you like a teddy bear when you're the little spoon.

His arms are wrapped around your waist, holding you steady as you rest on his open, warm chest.

Nanami takes care of you so good.

He feeds you, cleans you, etc.

When Nanami speaks to you, his words are smooth and gentle.

He never raises his voice at you when you get in the occasional argument.

If you ever come to this man crying, it breaks his heart to see you like that.

Of course he vows to destroy whoever hurt you, but he'll get down on his knees and comfort you, grabbing your hands and brushing his thumbs over your skin.

Nanami loves you soooo much, it hurts. He needs you like an addiction.

NSFW:

SCREAMING, CRYING, THRUSTING, CHOKING ON THAT DIC-

Best believe that Nanami is using that tie of his to his full advantage.

Most of the times he'll wrap his tie around your wrists and pin them behind your back, giving you back shots.

When you're desperate and clingy, you'll wrap your fingers around the tie and pull him down into a deep kiss.

Nanami is a gentleman in bed most of the time...

There are times when he's a little rougher, but he would never use his words or actions to degrade you or hurt you.

Nanami likes to be the dominant one most of the time, but he doesn't mind when you ride him or even a reserve cowgirl.

Best believe this man gasps when you get down on your knees and start sucking on the tip of his cock.

It's his weak point when you start to give him head.

He can't handle but thrust his hips forward when your tongue swirls around or push your head forward.

Sweet groans and grunts leave Nanami's mouth as you suck him off.

When his orgasm is about to hit, his thighs start to tremble and he gasps when the thick ropes of cum shoot out and down your throat.

There's a redness on his cheeks as he pants heavily, trying to regain himself.

Nanami really likes missionary because he can see your face and how you're doing.

His thrusts are slow and sensual, making sure to hit your g-spot and earn a moan from you each time.

Nanami really takes his time in pleasuring you, even teasing you when he doesn't mean to.

He can be romantic and have some roses or candles when initiating sex.

AFTERCARE IS A 10 OUT OF 10!!!

Nanami takes his time before pulling out of you and starting to clean up the mess you both made.

He'll shower you in tender kisses, pulling you into his arms so you can both fade out into a peaceful sleep.

If you're feeling up for it, Nanami will draw you a hot bath where you'll both wash each other and take time exploring each other bodies, massaging and kneading the flesh.

You'll climb into Nanami's lap as his arms circle around you, resting your head on his shoulder.

Whispering sweet praises to each other.

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sukunasdirtylaugh · 8 days

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yakuza!nanami whose heart can't help but break when he hears your story.

"he's my brother," you murmur softly, glancing down at the picture in your hand before you turn, hoping to hide the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. "he's 14."

"and... his father?"

"he's out of the story," your solemnness is something almost foreign to him. extremley out of contrast from the kind, brightness of you that he has seen around children and others. "my mom and I would work to support him," you add, "us."

there's a pain behind your eyes and voice that fill him with hurt, anger towards anyone in your life who has ever harmed you. and he feels powerless being unable to instantly wipe away that suffering you've been experiencing.

he promised himself you would not suffer by his side.

"let me take care of you," he offers, doing his best to place a chaste yet supportive hand on your thigh, "you've been doing this for way too long, so please," the yakuza boss finds himself begging, inching forward at the mercy of a simple woman. a woman who wasn't so simple as she held a knife to his heart, everything she was he would become. "please, marry me."

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chihoshisai · 27 days

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Sweet Overtime

Nanami x Reader

cw : established relationship, kissing, nanami is madly in love, fluff fluff fluff and feelings // wc : 1.4K

Nanami hated overtime.

Regardless of whether he worked for his unfulfilling past office job or as a current sorcerer, heaven would have more chance to fall down before he would clock out one minute later. It was an iron tight rule he had set for himself, to have control over his life after having his youth robbed by the constant going of society. But rules were meant to be broken, bent and sometimes ignored, as they served no purpose but to regulate and guide. All things considered, exceptions were a part of life and even Nanami had no control over it.

You were an anomaly that came walking into his life, slowly and tenaciously clawing its way into his heart. At first, he disliked you like he did towards some other sorcerers — someone crazy enough to willingly do and enjoy the dangerous living of being a sorcerer. Someone who must’ve been completely out of their mind to fall for a fellow coworker and shamelessly pursue them at that too. But your consistency was enough for an opening to form in his heart, like a flower, it started as a sprout before blooming and leading to the complete surrender of Nanami’s feelings towards everything that partook in your existence.

Despite his reserved attitude, he quickly acclimated himself to his role as your beloved — going on dates, the late night conversations, the emotional and physical intimacy which he insisted what mattered the most was what you liked, what you enjoyed while he promptly followed through. The hardest part was the vulnerability he had to learn to share with another, as you guided him through the thorny path of allowing himself to rely and lean on a fellow jujutsu sorcerer — who could lose their life at any moment.

Despite all that, Nanami made it a point to separate all sentimentality while both of you worked — no sweet words, no stolen intimate moments. He treated you professionally.

And it slightly annoyed you, as you persistently tried to create opportunities that would make him fold only to fail miserably. Whispering honeyed remarks when no one was around, purposefully brushing your body against his claiming it was an accident and out of desperation, blowing a kiss in his direction. Though to be fair the last one did cause his face to flush. But his crimson self was the only act of fondness towards you that Nanami allowed himself to show. Even when his skin burned with desire for you, he knew better than to act on his incessant yearning.

“Such behavior has no place here,” he would scold with his usual flat voice. But his eyes would soften at the look of your pouty lips as he whispered in a gentler tone, “we'll have plenty of time once we’re home.”

The spoken words alongside the love filled expression of Nanami were enough for you to be willing to compromise, whilst a surge of motivation coursed through your body in order to finish your tasks of the day. After all, there was no mistaking that his affection knew no bounds once the veil of privacy was casted between the two of you, unraveling the mutual pining that he skillfully hid during the day.

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Today was just like the others — dull, boring but fulfilling enough as he had gotten the chance to exorcize another curse. With the clock that silently showed the passing of time, teasingly hinting towards the end of the day, Nanami’s longing for you had grown impatient due to your absence as he finished putting in order his report for the day. Earlier this morning you had left for a mission, depriving him of the usual sweet teasing he had taken for granted.

While images of yourself danced in his mind, he was reminded of the way your lips curved to form a smile, how your eyes brimmed with delight anytime something catched your attention and most importantly the unparalleled warmth he felt everytime you uttered his name. His feelings overflowed like a waterfall and he just wanted to be done with this day so damn much.

He just wanted to see you.

Dutifully focused on his task, Nanami didn’t notice the door you slowly opened as you poked your head through the entrance, just enough to see inside.

“Kento,” your light voice floated to his ears and he perked his head up. The tender smile that emerged from his lip, sincere while also revealing the depth of his emotions at your sight, was enough to send a slight flush across your face. And following with a grin, you slid your body through the door and walked towards his desk, keeping eye contact with him, taking notice of the churning sensation that blossomed down in your stomach.

“Aren’t you done yet?” You asked, well aware of the current time while sitting down in one of the chairs opposite his desk, eyes darting from his overwhelming paperwork to his sunglasses.

“Almost love,” he responded in a tender tone.

“Then I’ll wait,” you said on a hum, when in reality the need to tease him danced in your mind but you digressed in respect for his boundaries. Instead, you went to stroll around the room, letting your eyes trail alongside the endless bookshelves.

Stealing glances at your pacing self in his office, Nanami promised himself not to get distracted by your taunts, even when his heart raced alongside the daydreams that previously filled his mind like soft rays of sunrise. But as none came, Nanami felt slightly disappointed at the lack of attention and before he knew it, the clock turned to five and he promptly put aside everything work related and his mind went on to focus on your nearby existence.

Seeing as you still stood eyeing the bookshelves, Nanami discreetly went to wrap his arm around your waist from behind, gently holding and pulling you towards him as he did so and owning himself a slight gasp from your lips.

“That surprised me,” you said in a chuckle, as your skin prinkled at the touch of his fingers sliding around your waist. “Should we head home if you’re done?” You inquired, aware that Nanami disliked spending unnecessary time working as a sorcerer.

“In a bit,” he whispered in your ear, “let me stay like this for a bit longer love,” he breathed down your neck, lips brushing your skin and draping you with his warmth. He had missed you. So much that he was willing to compromise on his unbreakable rule, enjoying this sweet moment he decided to bestow upon himself. A day apart was all it took for Nanami to abandon his principles, while he used his arms to make you face him, and bathe in your blushing face — his whole world.

With a racing heart, you let your eyes lurk over his lips in an obvious manner, as your hands moved upward to grip his broad shoulders. His breath mingling with yours increased your desire to close the distance, but you felt unsure whether Nanami would be alright to cross such a line at work. For that reason, you pondered on the thought of speaking your worries aloud or letting the tension speak for itself.

But your thoughts alongside your moment got quickly interrupted by the abrupt opening of the door and alongside it, the unsuspecting sight of Gojo. Who with a sly smile let his voice boom throughout the room. “Please don’t mind me and do continue,” Gojo chuckled, well aware that he was clearly interrupting. You eyed him, internally cursing the white haired man for his timing and how he made no attempt whatsoever of returning the privacy he had stolen.

Nanami however had kept his gaze on you all this time despite the disruption — he knew better than to indulge Gojo by giving him any form of attention. Instead, as he saw how your eyes had been robbed from his sight, Nanami grabbed your chin to redirect your focus on him. And while looking at your momentarily surprised face, he united his lips against yours, offering a kiss that hinted at his day long yearning and desire for you. It was only when the sound of the closing door which indicated Gojo’s departure that Nanami allowed his hand to reign free atop your body — one seizing your waist and the other ruffling your hair. His heart throbbed at the intimacy your presence offered and with much regret, he parted from the kiss, forbidding himself to go further for the sake of unraveling the deepest parts of your body only in the shared sanctuary that consisted of your place.

“Let’s go home,” Nanami whispered, cupping your cheeks and smiling at the face that intoxicated every fiber of his body.

You hummed in approval and felt Nanami slide his hand to weave his fingers alongside yours while he went and guided the way out and to more intimate moments.

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Date : October 31st, 2018

Time : 8 : 37am

Y/N, quietly sitting with a distressing look on their face :

Nanami, getting ready for work : Honey? Are you alright?

Y/N, looks up at him : Ken, is it ok if you don’t go outside today?

Nanami, tilted his head : Why? I have to work today, honey.

Y/N, stands up abruptly, clinging onto him : But—

Nanami : I know you’re excited for our vacation to Malaysia, but I promise I’ll be back home.

Nanami, kisses them : “I love you”.

Nanami, leaves :

Y/N, slowly descend to the floor as they’re weeping :

Y/N, who’s cursed technique is able to see the future :

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kesshavx · 1 month

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Resilience

Hey everyone!

I wanted to jot down a quick note regarding Nanami and his portrayal in this story. While I've taken inspiration from the character you know and love, I understand that my interpretation may not be entirely accurate to the original series.I've endeavored to capture Nanami's essence and bring him to life in my own writing, but please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and my own creative interpretation. I apologize if there are any deviations from his established traits or if certain aspects don't align perfectly with your expectations.That being said, I hope you can still enjoy the story and the interactions involving Nanami. I've aimed to create a compelling narrative that showcases his strengths, complexities, and the impact he has on the other characters.Thank you for your understanding and for giving this story a chance. I appreciate your support and hope you find plenty of enjoyment

Pairings➪Nanami kento x female reader

The mission had been grueling, a battle against a formidable curse. As a second-year special grade sorcerer, you shouldered the weight of immense responsibility. However, despite your power, the curse had managed to evade capture, leaving you injured and consumed by guilt.

Days turned into weeks, and the wound on your waist festered beneath the surface. You carried on, wearing a façade of strength, but inside, the turmoil was relentless. No one suspected the storm raging within you as you navigated through your daily routine, feeling the weight of your perceived failure.

The arrival of the Kyoto students brought a festive atmosphere to Jujutsu High. Amidst the excitement, a grand party was organized to celebrate the goodwill event. Laughter and joy permeated the air, but your heart remained heavy with self-doubt and remorse.

In the midst of the revelry, Mai, caught up in the festivities, accidentally struck your injured area. A surge of agony coursed through your body, and you winced, desperately trying to conceal your distress. Unable to bear the pain any longer, you excused yourself quietly, retreating to a quiet place away from prying eyes.

As you found solace in the solitude, your pain overwhelmed you. The weight of guilt and self-condemnation bore down upon your shoulders, and the walls you had built around your emotions crumbled. Collapsing to the ground, you curled up, tears streaming down your face as your body trembled with anguish.

Unbeknownst to you, Nanami Kento, ever perceptive, had noticed your departure from the festivities. His concern grew with each passing moment, and he followed your trail, determined to find you. And find you he did, your body wracked with sobs, crumpled on the floor.

"Nanami-sensei," you choked out, your voice filled with pain and self-blame, "I'm... I'm a special grade. I let that curse get away. I failed... I failed everyone."

Nanami's gaze hardened, disappointment etched into his features. He knelt beside you, his voice firm yet laced with concern. "You are a special grade, yes, but that doesn't make you invincible. Failure is a part of our journey, and it's how we respond to it that defines us."

His words carried a touch of sternness, emphasizing the gravity of your mistakes. Yet, as you glanced up at him through tear-blurred vision, you noticed a glimmer of compassion in his eyes. It was a silent promise that he wouldn't abandon you in your darkest moments.

"But remember," Nanami continued, his voice softening, "failure doesn't diminish your worth or your potential. It's an opportunity for growth, to learn from your mistakes and become better. You are not alone in this. We're here to support you, to help you rise above your setbacks."

With those words, Nanami gently cradled you in his arms, drawing you close to his chest. The pain in your body still lingered, but his presence offered solace and comfort. He held you tightly, his touch reassuring as he whispered words of encouragement, reminding you that you were not defined by your failures.

In that quiet moment, feeling the warmth of Nanami's embrace, you began to find solace amidst the turmoil. His scolding had ignited a spark of determination within you, but it was his kindness and understanding that mended the shattered pieces of your spirit.

Time seemed to stand still as Nanami held you, supporting you through your pain. He provided a safe haven where vulnerability was embraced, and you felt a glimmer of hope rekindling within your heart. With his unwavering support, you knew you could find the strength to face the challenges ahead.

As you lay cradled in Nanami's arms, the pain gradually ebbed away, replaced by a sense of comfort and acceptance. Your tears subsided, and a newfound resolve took root within you. You knew the road to redemption would not be easy, but with Nanami by your side, you felt ready to face it together.

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lunarpeonie · 9 months

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Beach Vacation with Nanami HC:

You and Nanami need a break from your stressful lives.

You both have been exhausted from work, your busy schedules keeping you apart for much longer than either of you would have liked. That was why when Nanami suggested a weekend getaway to Shimoda to sit on the beach and drink piña coladas (okay you may have added that last part in your head), you jumped at the idea.

The morning of the trip, Nanami loads his sleek black sedan with your luggage. When he sees your suitcase, his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.

“You do know we’re only going for three days, right?” His eyes scanned the easily 50 pounds of clothes neatly secured by your bubble gum pink suitcase.

“Yeah but what if I forgot something? I even brought extra pillows for us in case the hotel pillows are uncomfortable.” You anxiously chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating if you should go back up to your apartment and pack an extra duffel bag with anything you may have missed. Nanami just lets out a chuckle under his breath and lifts your overpacked luggage into his trunk.

The ride to the beach goes much quicker than you thought, what with your perfectly curated road trip playlist filled with odes to yours and Nanami’s emo phases. (Nanami listened to both My Chemical Romance and The Used and knew about all of the drama, you can’t convince me otherwise.)

When you get to the hotel, you plop your entire body onto the king bed, starfish style while Nanami checks to make sure the locks on the doors and windows work. (Such is the life of someone who works in as much danger as he.)

“Kento, can we get ready for the beach now? We can’t waste a minute of this precious daylight!” Your arms thread around his waist, hands resting on the hard expanse of his stomach while you squeezed him in a tight hug. It was hard to contain your elation at the fact that you finally had some alone time together. A soft smile formed on Nanami’s face as he put his hands on top of yours.

“Wait one moment before you get changed, I bought us something. You jump to your tip toes to give Kento a peck on the mouth. While his aloof personality made it seem like he didn’t care to some, in reality he was just very good at hiding his thoughtfulness.

While you were working one day, Kento had bought matching neon orange swimsuits for the two of you. (The color may have been a choice made specifically after watching a tiktok on how hard it was to spot certain colors of swimsuits in the water. Knowing your impulsive nature and love for thrill, Kento shivered at the thought of you insisting you reach the sand bar only to disappear under the waves. The swimsuits had been bought the same day.)

After changing, you made the short walk to the beach where the hotel had already set out chairs and umbrellas out on the sandy dunes for the guests. You settled yourselves into the lounge chairs, Kento opening his new read, a book bought a month earlier but had been neglected due to lack of time. You positioned your body toward Nanami, laying on your right side with your elbow propped to keep your head up.

You took this time to admire your boyfriend. He seemed so at peace, with his fingers threaded through the pages of the book to hold it open. His Ray Ban sunglasses had slid toward the end of his nose and you could catch a peek at his sepia toned eyes scanning the pages. The infrequent moments where stress didn’t mar the length of his face were your favorite. It was times like this where you were reminded just how young your partner really was and the toll his job as a grade one sorcerer took on him.

“Mmh, Kento, how would you feel about a piña colada right now? You can’t stay at a hotel on the beach without having a piña colada.” A mischievous smile snuck its way onto your lips at the suggestion. Nanami rolled his eyes but pulled out his wallet, weeding out his credit card and tossing it onto your chair while you happily wiggled. You make the trek to the hotel beach bar, making special care to order a piña colada with two straws and an umbrella in between.

On your way back to Nanami, you get the bright idea to sing to him. As you get closer, you start, “Kento, if you like piña coladas, and getting caught in the rain, you wouldn’t be a sorcerer, if you had half a brain ~ ♪” Nanami takes your teasing well, waiting for you to put down the drink before swinging you into his arms, spinning you around in circles.

“You seem to love my half-brain.” A grin touches his lips as he listens to you giggle and he leans in to give you a tender kiss against your lips.

Here, it was easy for the both of you to forget all the worries waiting for you at home and just enjoy the moment with each other.

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starlightwritcr · 4 months

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"Let's make up for lost time, shall we?"

commission by matzusaga on ig and twitter

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x oc #jujutsu kaisen x oc #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x oc #nanami kento x you

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rafiascribbl · 6 months

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A few sketches of my OC Fujisaki and Nanami that I made for an insta reel :3

These are so low effort omg but I still wanted to post them so here they are TwT

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kairiscorner · 5 months

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"love...? you okay?"

his soft whispers in the midst of the dark night that enveloped you two resounded through the air, and you could feel the streaks of tears that ran down your soft cheeks get cooled by the cold evening wind coming from the air conditioner, and getting warmed up again as your husband gently sighs against your face, kissing the remaining glistening pearls of tears in your eyes.

that horrible, horrible dream just felt so... real.

he kisses your tears away, the tears that were elicited from a bad, bad nightmare you had about your husband looking back at you with merely have a face, half a body. he didn't look scary, he didn't look grotesque–he looked content. that was what frightened you, how it seemed that he was so ready to lay down his life at that very moment... but he didn't want to do it without seeing you for the very last time.

he smiles against your tears as he wraps his arms around you, those arms that you feared you'd never hold again–and you clung to him, so abruptly; making him gasp a little. "dearest..." he murmured to you, brushing your sweaty strands of hair against your drenched forehead; that nightmare you had about him must really have shaken you, because now, you refuse to let him go.

nanami doesn't question why you were acting in such a way, he was more concerned about it than seeing it as an overreaction to a dark fantasy that played out in the stage of your mind. he kisses the side of your head and pulls you closer, not willing to leave you alone for the rest of the night.

he gently lays you back down in bed, kissing and gently wiping away any and all tears that remained and kept coming–and he didn't ask you why you were so frightened, he figured you wouldn't want to talk about that right now. all that mattered is that...

"i'm here now. and i'm not letting you go, not now, not later–not ever. as long as you need me, my beloved, i will be there. i promise." he swears to you in a gentle voice, running the pad of his index finger and thumb against the wedding band he gave you, smiling through the dark of the night, holding you close as he reassures you, it was just a nightmare.

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