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actuallysaiyan · 1 day
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The first time Kento pulls down his boxers, an audible "Woah" falls from your lips. You've never seen a cock this big. It's got length to it, but the girth is what makes your eyes widen. Kento blushes at your reaction, trying to pull up his boxers to hide from you.
"No, no," you shake your head. "That was a good woah."
Kento looks away shyly, "I just..." He blushes even more. "I've never had anyone react like that."
It's your turn to blush. You can't believe no other woman has reacted to this monster of a cock. You wonder if you're even going to be able to fit inside of you. You gently reach out to take it into your hand, your fingers not even touching. Then you bring your arm up and you hold it against his cock. Kento blushes even more.
"Your cock is as thick as my forearm."
You feel your heart racing even more. This is certainly the biggest one you've ever had. You try to ease his nervousness with sweet little kisses on his thighs, moving lower to begin kissing his heavy balls. He looks down at you with so much lust in his eyes. His cheeks and the tops of his ears are tinged pink. It's such an adorable sight to see. Such a big man so shy and bashful.
You lick up the precum that's gathered on the tip, smirking up at him. Then you wrap your lips around the thick tip, doing your best to take what you can into your mouth.
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yanderestarangel · 1 day
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HEADCANONS JKK | STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO
TW: ftm reader, praise, degradation, oc nanami (I think), manipulation, step!incest, sub!reader, dom!nanami, recorded!sex, threats, blowjob, v!sex, afab anatomy, forced feminization, use of lingerie, degradation, dark!smut, breeding, creampie, daddykink.
smut confectionery event ┆ SUNDAE ┆ forced feminization, record sex, headcanons. ˖⁺ ⊹୨ "stepfather + stepson" ୧⊹ ⁺˖
˖⁺ ⊹୨ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝔀. 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ୧⊹ ⁺˖
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪
𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮<3
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♡ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 ♡
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who started dating your mother because it was convenient for him to have company, he didn't really love her, but he was already forty years old and needed meaning in life. But he didn't expect that he would meet the new obsession of his life in an unconventional way... You, the son of his future wife.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who was astonished by your beauty and beauty, he asked your mother everything about you ─ what college you went to, what you liked or didn't like and even more intrusive details, in this case if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend. Your mother answered some questions and he diverted her focus by saying "They were questions to try to be a good enough stepfather." You on the other hand didn't like his intrusion into your life and home... He noticed that and soon thought of a way to try to turn things around in his favor.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who knew you didn't like the idea, initially your instinct said internally that there was something wrong there, but you couldn't get in the way of your mother's happiness, and he would use everything to his advantage. He started complaining to your mother that you didn't accept him as a father figure, making your mother give you an hour-long lecture talking about how his co-worker and now boyfriend was good to you and tried to be your father even if you didn't let him. Kento smirked when he saw your angry face, he knew that now you would have to let your guard down with him and finally he could act according to his initial plan.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who deliberately goes shirtless and has sweatpants hanging loosely around his hips every morning in the kitchen. He smiles at you while the blonde hair falls on his face and the purple circles under his eyes and the woody perfume that leaves his skin, a happy path of hair would shyly follow to his crotch, giving an extra touch to his muscular appearance, especially the thick veins that they continued from his arms to his biceps. He would smirk at you as he would ask you if you slept well and if you were hungry ─ he would still see the reluctance in your eyes and would approach you, kissing the back of your hand lightly. "I'm not your enemy pretty boy... I just want to be the best for you, you know that right?" The blonde man's voice was husky and seductive, like a balm, as if he was bringing you into a tempting trap.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who makes you feel sorry for him, manipulating you, saying that your mother didn't pay as much attention to him as she did at the beginning of the relationship and how he needed to work extra hard to make up for your household bills, saying that you were the only person who still paid for him staying in that house and putting up with your mother... ( Which was a lie, Nanami did everything he lied that your mother did, he ignored her and preferred to spend his money to buy you gifts or even buy you a car go to your college. ) he would look at you with his brown eyes eyes and place a hand on your thigh. "You'll never leave my side... Right my dear son?"
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who gradually manipulates you into staying on his side every time your mother fights with him. Saying that you can't sleep in his room because she doesn't want him there and asking if he can sleep on the floor in your room ── mentally he will be praying for you to accept that he stays in the room and offer your bed to him. If you do the second option, the blonde's heartbeat will accelerate to the point where you can hear the sound of his heartbeat. He couldn't sleep that night, controlling himself as much as possible not to touch you and make you his even in your sleepy state. Nonetheless Kento couldn't, he wanted you to want him equally as he wanted you.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who encouraged your mother to accept the company promotion and go traveling with her bosses for days to be alone with you. He calculated exactly when she was going to leave and called the company to say that he was sick and couldn't make it, returning home to be with his sweet stepson and finally putting his final plan into practice. Make you his little toy.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who waits for you to arrive from your appointment while happily cooking a meal for you; He saw you notice his effort and place an innocent kiss on his face. As he resumed preparing the dinner, his fingers trembled slightly over the stove. He couldn't help but think about how your kiss felt on his cheek, the warmth and tenderness that radiated through him. His mind raced with thoughts of you, imagining the future they could have together. He didn't just want to be your father figure, but your lover, to adore every inch of your body just for him.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who listened intently to you and your day out at college, with his eyes always trying to find yours. "That's wonderful, darling," he praised, his voice velvety smooth. "You truly are such a good boy, always taking your responsibilities seriously." He came closer, running his thumb over your lower lip and feeling like it was the perfect opportunity ─ Then Nanami couldn't resist any longer. Leaning in, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, his hand sliding up your thigh beneath the table. His tongue probed your mouth eagerly, tasting the sweet essence of your youth. "I want you so badly, lad." he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "I've wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you."
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♡ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 ♡
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who soon made you submit to him with dominance and words of affection, bending you over the table and sticking his thick, veiny hand into your underwear ─ finding your clit easily and applying the necessary pressure to make you moan and whimper beautifully. "Such a good boy, submitting to your stepfather," Nanami purred, his fingers expertly stroking your clit through the fabric of your underpants. He savored the way you responded to him, your moans filling the room like music to his ears. He slipped his finger into your damp entrance, coating it with your arousal before pulling away. "Is that what you want, my prince? To be touched by me? To be owned by me?" He asked, his voice husky with lust. "Tell me, and I promise to give you everything your heart desires." With a satisfied hum, he stood up abruptly, all traces of gentleness gone. Kento had finally trapped you in his trap, and you fell like a needy bunny.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who forced you to wear expensive lingerie that he bought for you. The silk and lace fabric was short and hugged your curves, practically not even covering your breasts ─ your cunt wet your panties while you saw your stepfather's hands wander to your cell phone and press the record button, starting the perverse and forbidden little show of you two. "You're so eager for me, aren't you, my pretty little boy... You're such a slut for me." He circled around you, the camera capturing every angle of your shapely body adorned in the delicate lingerie. His fingers trailed along the lace, teasingly grazing your sensitive skin. "Spread your legs wider, boy," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see that wet pussy of yours, ready and waiting for me."
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who saw you obediently followed his instructions, your arousal evident through the soaked fabric of your panties, Nanami couldn't resist a chuckle. "Look at you, my dumb, pretty boy..." He mocked as he pinched one of your nipples behind the thin silk fabric of your bra, making you moan like you were in heat. "Now, keep being a good boy and suck daddy's cock, can you do it right?"
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who forced you to suck his cock, pulling your hair while you felt the tip of his dick massage your soft cheeks. His camera clicked steadily, capturing your submission, sealing your fate as his willing pawn. Though he had no intention of betraying you, the threat hung heavy in the air, a tool to keep you obedient and submissive. "You know what happens if you disobey, don't you?" He warned softly, thrusting into your mouth rhythmically. "Your mother will see exactly what her little boy has become." Nanami threatened between moans, as he took his dick out of your oral cavity and slammed the hard shaft into your warm and wet tongue.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who dragged your panties to the side and rubbed the hot tip of his fat cock across your swollen clit, seeing the quivering mess you were. Slowly, methodically, he began to pump into you, your moans filling the room like a symphony of surrender. Each thrust drove him further into your core, claiming you as his own possession. "Such a good boy, taking it like a whore for his stepfather.... Beg for more, prince," He commanded, leaning down to kiss your neck. "Beg for my release, for the chance to carry my child, You want daddy to make you daddy too, don't you? You're going to be a beautiful father baby boy...Carrying my children around like the beautiful man you are." His fingers would find your clit, rubbing it in firm circles, intensifying your pleasure. Your moans grew louder, filling the room without caring if the neighbors would hear or not. "That's it, my sweet boy," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "You're doing so well, taking me so obediently."
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who fills you to the brim with his hot, thick seed, the tip of his cock rhythmically hitting your sweet spot even as you tremble and feel completely filled by him. He takes his cock out of your sensitive hole while sticking three fingers inside, He would soon look into your eyes and smile. "You're going to be a daddy's boy and save all my seed right?" With a quick pat on your head, he turned off the camera and pocketed his phone. "Good boy," he muttered, already planning the next encounter. "Don't disappoint me." Though the threat still loomed, it was clear that Nanami found satisfaction in his domination. After all, what better way to ensnare someone than through their deepest desires? And you, dear boy, were caught in his web.
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𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂'𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮....𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 🍰
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fartfather · 3 days
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(Un)Welcome Problem pt.1
Kento Nanami x fem!reader
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
Word count: 3.1k
Summary: Kento Nanami finds his daily schedule disrupted when you start frequenting his favorite bakery. Initially annoyed, Kento begins to find himself increasingly drawn to you. Despite his constant attempts to blame you for his disrupted routine, he finds himself curious and anticipating every next encounter.
Info: MDNI 18+ This part is sfw, but I cannot say the same about the next parts so please keep that in mind, strangers to lovers, I literally wrote the beginning of this in the shower so it may not be my best work asdlknfkjen
˚₊ · »-♡→ Also check out my other JJK work Audience of One pt.1
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Kento Nanami thrived from his routines.
That’s why you were a problem.
It first started when you moved to Tokyo for work. You were offered a position in a big money law firm. The type of position that pays you so much you’d be a fool to turn it down. And that fool, you were not.
You had moved out to the big city to get away from your boring town and annoying family, and what a blessing it was that you were paid to do it.
On your first day of work, you woke up bright and early to make the commute to your new job. You made sure to also give yourself enough time to get something from that cute bakery you saw, that was down the street from your apartment. You had a feeling you were going to need the extra fuel to get through the day.
Once you were dressed in your professional attire, you fed your cat, and skipped out the door.
You took your time to take in your surroundings on your short walk to the bakery. It was early enough that the city wasn't awake yet. The sun had barely fully risen, and you loved how peaceful the walk was.
The smell of fresh bread and coffee instantly hit you when you opened the door. You looked around it in awe and nodded at the polite cashier who greeted you. The display case had all sorts of sweets, making your mouth water.
Looking up at the menu, you took your time perusing all the options they had. There wasn't anyone else in in the bakery, after all.
Did you want pumpkin bread or a blueberry muffin?
You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice a customer entering the bakery. Not just any customer. Kento.
But, boy, did he notice you.
He stopped in his tracks and his eyes narrowed when he saw you standing at the counter.
What the fuck were you doing here?
His face quickly turned into a scowl as he got into line behind you.
He almost scoffed out loud.
Line.
In a bakery.
This early in the morning.
Over three years of coming to this bakery at the same time every day he had never once seen another person before him.
That was why he chose it. He knew that at this hour, most people were barely waking up. And even the people who were already dressed and out the door, wouldn’t turn to a little hole in the wall like this one.
But here you were.
Ruining his routine.
And, God, he hated it.
If that wasn’t bad enough, you were also being rude! There was a line behind you and you were taking your sweet time reading the menu. Well, maybe not a line, one person hardly constituted a line. But Kento couldn't care less.
He crossed his arms, and looked down his nose at you. His eyes bore holes in the back of your head as he looked back and forth from you and the cashier.
Never mind the fact that you didn’t realize Kento was there. You were too caught up in deciding whether you should get the pumpkin bread or a blueberry muffin, but you wanted to be adventurous.
What if you went with the chocolate croissant?
It wasn’t until Kento cleared his throat in annoyance when you snapped out of your thoughts and turned to look at him.
“Oh- I’m so sorry, you can go ahead of me. I’m not sure what I want yet.” You gave him an apologetic smile and gestured for him to take your spot.
Oh.
Kento raised an eyebrow at your words, taken aback by your kindness. He wasn't even sure what to say. It was his intention to intimidate you from further disturbing his routine. But now he felt like an idiot.
Because of course you weren’t screwing with his routine on purpose, but you were also a nice person. It also helped that your wide, innocent eyes instantly had his mind going blank. But he wouldn’t admit that.
You were a complete and total inconvenience, and you were throwing a wrench in his day. He wanted to paint you out to be the villain in his tragic tale, yet when he looked at your sweet face he just simply couldn’t.
The words came out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying, “It’s okay, I don’t mind waiting,” Lie.
You smiled, oblivious to his internal turmoil and he cursed himself. "Alright," You hummed.
You went back to studying the options, now trying to choose between the croissant or a muffin.
Kento didn't understand the indecision.
There were only a couple items on the menu and he always got the same thing. He was already aware of all the best options.
So he decided to intervene, hoping it would speed up your thought process. "The blueberry muffins are delicious."
The cashier nodded in agreement and you turned to look at Kento, eyes shining, "Really?"
He nodded and you turned back to the cashier. "Okay, I'll have a blueberry muffin and a plain medium coffee, please!"
You thanked them both and waited for your order.
Kento didn’t know what to do next. His whole plan was to scare you off, make sure you never interrupt his routine again, but you seemed nice. And you weren't exactly the worst person to be behind in line.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he moved up to the cashier and ordered his usual.
After your order was done, you grabbed yours and headed for the door. You waved to Kento before leaving.
He had a feeling that would be the first of many run-ins.
And he was right.
Every goddamn morning, to be exact.
For weeks, you would arrive just a few minutes before him. And the same thing would happen. He would wait behind you, and try not to be bothered by your presence.
He failed, obviously.
He was annoyed with you.
But now, his annoyance stemmed from a different source.
At first, it was the fact that you had disturbed his perfect routine. But now, it was because you were taking over his thoughts. He found himself almost looking forward to the morning encounters, and he was starting to feel a little possessive. Not in an obsession way, of course, more like in the way that he considered the bakery his.
You were his. Every morning, for only a few silent minutes. But those moments were his.
You had become a problem without even realizing it. Hell- he almost didn’t realize it.
But this all became very evident to Kento when one morning you weren't there before him. You weren't there at all.
Just when he was starting to accept you as a new addition in his routine.
You went ahead and fucked it up again.
Kento didn’t realize just how used to your presence he had gotten. He felt uneasy, and couldn’t seem to shake the feeling.
It felt like there was a pit in his stomach the entire day.
He couldn’t concentrate on anything, and Gojo had noticed.
Gojo had asked him what was wrong, and Kento couldn't bring himself to lie. He just shook his head and sighed.
Maybe it would help to get it off his chest.
He explained from the beginning. About his routine, the bakery, and you... and your stupidly cute face. Of course he didn’t voice that last part, but it did flash in his mind briefly.
Then he got to the events of this morning, your unexpected absence. Obsession Concern was evident in his voice as he listed the possibilities regarding the lack of your presence.
Maybe you had left town, or moved. Perhaps you were sick, or worse- dead!
He knew his concerns were unreasonable.
You could be doing any number of things, and there should be no reason for him to think about it this much.
Gojo was quiet as he listened to his friend explain his problems. He was quiet for so long, Kento thought he had fallen asleep.
Wouldn't be the first time he's done that.
He was just about to snap at Gojo, when the man finally spoke up. "You should just ask her."
Kento scoffed, "I don't have her number, nor do I know where she lives." rolling his eyes he continued, "Plus, why would I bother talking to her now? We keep to ourselves every morning, there's no reason to make conversation."
He mulled the thought of asking you tomorrow. But then he realized.
What if you weren't there tomorrow either?
No.
That wouldn't do.
He couldn't handle another day without you... because he got used to you being a part of his routine.
Yes. That was why.
The rest of the day dragged on. Kento couldn't concentrate on any of his work.
You had wormed your way into his brain, and you were biting away, inch by inch like he was a juicy red apple.
Kento Nanami did not pine. He was a busy man with a busy schedule.
He had no time to pine.
Especially not over someone as insignificant as a fellow customer he had started sharing his morning with.
Someone who he didn't even know their goddamn name!
Kento had gone home, ate his dinner, and got ready for bed. He did his nightly routine, and then proceeded to lay awake staring at the ceiling for a few hours.
His mind was plagued with thoughts of you.
There you go again! Ruining his routine.
He should have been asleep almost two hours ago. He had to be up in five.
He didn't understand why the thought of seeing you in the morning affected him so much. Or more so- the thought of not seeing you.
He just didn't like the uncertainty.
Kento was a man of order and control.
That's what it was... right?
He just didn't like the fact that you threw him off his routine, yet again.
You were an annoying thorn in his ass, and he was angry.
Kento was just an upset, tired man.
There was no way his emotions were rooted in anything other than the disruption of his routine.
The next morning rolled around and life moved on like usual. You woke up early, got dressed, fed your cat, and skipped out the door.
Kento was awake.
Kento was showered.
Kento was dressed.
Kento was in the kitchen eating his breakfast.
And then Kento was out the door.
When he walked into the small bakery his heart nearly stopped when he saw you there.
He was frozen.
He didn't know what to do.
He was just happy that you were here.
Happy?
No.
Relieved.
Yes, that was the word he was looking for.
And apparently he wasn't the only one curious about your absence, as when he walked in he overheard the cashier ask about yesterday’s whereabouts in a friendly tone.
See, his concern wasn't unwarranted.
"Oh, I had a small cold. But, I'm much better now!" You laughed, and the sound filled Kento's ears.
He felt warm.
He felt fuzzy.
Those feelings made him scowl and hoped that didn’t mean he was catching your cold.
He didn't stop to ponder deeper into these feelings, he simply continued forward to stand behind you.
And just like that, his routine had gone back to normal.
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A few days had passed, and you were there every morning like clockwork.
Kento's mood was significantly lighter and his work had improved.
Gojo had also noticed this.
Gojo was very observant.
Despite that silly blindfold he always wore.
Gojo was also an annoying piece of shit.
So of course, he had to pester Kento about it.
He had to know what had caused the sudden change in his friend's demeanor.
"Nanami!" Gojo whined, "I'm so bored, tell me something exciting!"
"There is nothing exciting to tell," Kento said flatly, "And, if I did, you'd never shut up about it."
"Come on! I'm just curious." Gojo huffed and flopped back onto his chair, crossing his arms like a child, "Did you ask your little crush where she was?"
"Crush?" Kento scoffed, "Don't be ridiculous, Satoru."
Gojo shrugged and leaned back in his chair. He knew to pick his battles with Kento.
He decided not to press the issue further, but he was determined to get it out of him eventually.
Glaring into Gojo, Kento got up from his seat and spun to exit. Not before turning over his shoulder and reprimanding the white haired imp, "I'm going to go help the first years with some training, and you're never going to bring this up again. Got it?"
Gojo gave a mock salute and smirked.
Kento was going to punch him.
He shook his head and turned on his heel, heading out the door. Training the first years was just the distraction he needed.
But, this distraction only lasted for so long.
When Kento arrived at his apartment later that evening, he was still thinking about you.
It was driving him mad.
He was a simple man.
A man with a routine.
And now that routine had been interrupted.
He hated you for it!
You had disrupted the delicate balance of his life, and it was driving him insane.
The fact that you had no idea that your very existence was a problem was the worst part.
Your ignorance was a constant annoyance.
But, he couldn't help but wonder if you ever thought about him throughout your day.
Probably not.
Why would you?
You barely knew each other.
Even after weeks of the same interactions every morning, you both had yet to speak. If they could even be called interactions. It was more so Kento ogling observing you from behind, taking note of the things you wore, and which outfits he thought looked best on you. In a strictly blasé- pass the time- way, of course.
All while you gave him the occasional glace when waiting for your order.
You never initiated conversation, and you never questioned his silence.
The most interaction you two had was when he told you to get the blueberry muffin that first time. And even that didn't count as conversation.
So no, you probably didn't think about him throughout your day.
But Kento thought about you.
You were slowly becoming the first thing he thought about when he woke up, and the last thing before he drifted off to sleep.
He would lay awake for sometimes hours at night, his mind wandering, wondering what you were doing, how your day was, why you chose his bakery? And most of all- who the hell were you?
This had become his new routine.
You had become his new routine.
And he hated it.
So, naturally, Kento had come to the conclusion that you were his problem- It was easier that way.
To paint you as the villain, and blame his sleepless nights and unproductive days all on you.
Even though deep down, he knew it not to be true.
Which is why it was confusing for him the next morning when you changed his routine, yet again- he wasn't mad. Instead he was amused.
Kento walked into the coffee shop same time as always, but was surprised to see you looking up at the menu, just like you had been that first day.
It was the same exact scenario.
You had decided to change things up after realizing that you've only ever gotten the blueberry muffin everyday- per the recommendation of the frequent stranger.
That attractive, blonde, intimidating stranger.
The stranger who stood behind you in line everyday, who was always wearing a suit.
The stranger whose voice was smooth, and made you just a little bit weak in the knees.
Okay, maybe more than a little bit.
So, there you were.
Standing at the counter, perusing the menu, once again.
Kento was pleasantly surprised. He was expecting another day of your usual blueberry muffin order.
Maybe it was time to step out of his comfort zone?
"Having trouble deciding again?" Kento's low voice came from behind.
You turned around and gave him a sheepish smile, "Yeah, I wanted to try something new today."
Kento hummed in response.
You turned back around, and Kento took a moment to check out take in today’s outfit. You were always dressed so professionally, what did you do for a living?
He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice, "I don't suppose you'd be able to make another suggestion?" You looked over your shoulder, with a nervous smile.
Kento was taken aback. You were asking him for help?
He could have sworn the earth was about to implode.
This was yet another disturbance in his routine.
Kento had been standing behind you in the mornings for weeks now, and not once had you spoken to him.
Maybe this could be a second chance.
Maybe, if he got your name he’d be able to get some sleep at night.
That’s what it was.
He was just worked up over not being able to put a name to your face.
Once he had that information, his life would go on per usual.
"Well," Kento started, "I think the pumpkin bread is the best thing on the menu during this time of the year."
You smiled, thanking him and turned to the cashier who had overheard his suggestion, "I'll have that and a plain coffee, please."
The cashier nodded and went to make your order. You moved to the side to wait, and Kento was right behind you after he placed his order.
He wasn't sure if you'd start a conversation, or if he should.
But then, the barista called your order number, and his eyes widened.
Kento's face turned into a scowl. Fuck, he was blowing it again!
He had finally been given a chance, and now he had fucked it up. He didn't know your name, yet.
"Thank you again for the help," You said politely and picked up your coffee, "I'll see you tomorrow."
And with that, you left.
His heart stopped, and his stomach dropped when he watched you walk out the door.
What a stupid mistake.
He was a fool, and had just let his chance walk out the door.
Wait-
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
You told him you would see him tomorrow.
Tomorrow was his chance.
He wasn't sure if you had intended the remark as a promise, but Kento took it as such.
Now, he was determined. Determined to know your name. The name of his little problem.
A problem that, deep down, he was secretly beginning to welcome.
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piichuu · 16 hours
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♡ LOVE IS ONLY A FEELING
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PAIRING: nanami kento x f!reader
SYNOPSIS: who knew that gojo satoru would be the reason for a love story to brew when he intentionally gave y/n the wrong number to set her up with his best friend?
GENRE: friends (ish) to lovers, fluff, angst, hurt to comfort, social media au
WARNINGS: will be pointed out in every chapter
TAG LIST: send an ask or reply under this post <3
STATUS: ongoing
AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi again! my last smau was discontinued due to my lack of motivation and because life got in the way, but now i’m back with a new one and hopefully i’ll finish this. i’m however not making any promises because at the moment, i’m extremely unstable and this is my way to escape from reality, so i have no idea if i’ll want to throw this in the trash a week in because of impulses. but let’s at least try <3 also, the updates won’t be daily due to me only having two months left until i graduate and therefore have a lot in school, i hope that’s okay!
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PROFILES ONE | PROFILES TWO
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POUT QUEEN • NANAMI KENTO
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You always got a pout when your husband Nanami arrived at home after a long day of work and didn’t kiss you hello. You constantly had to ask him to do it at least twice a week, but simply thought that his job was very demanding, so due to his tiredness, he just wound up forgetting it.
But then, one day, you switched shifts at work and now he was genuinely upset. Why? Because he wasn’t welcomed by your smiles, your honeyed voice and especially the cute pout he got from the love of his life every time he “forgot” to kiss you hello.
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kesshavx · 2 days
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Resilience
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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
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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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Platform Prince | Nanami Kento x GN!Reader
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❧ Warnings: sfw, strangers, pining, missed connections, you could call this angst if you squint
❧ WC: 1.2k
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Blond, impeccably dressed, with a beautifully chiselled face that’s always just on the serious side of neutral. Your Commute Companion. Your Platform Prince.
You notice him peripherally, because of course you do. He’s that handsome. But you pass by so many people during your day that it takes a while for you to really lock on to him. That he’s always at the platform before you. That he always stands even if he’s at the front of the crowd and able to take a seat of his own.
He starts as just another one of the dozens of semi-familiar faces you see on your daily commute. You idly wonder about him the same way you wonder about some of the others. What are his interests? What exactly did he do for work? Is he as miserable about heading to work as you are? Or does he just have one of those faces?
The first sign that he was taking up much more space in your thoughts than the other strangers is how often you wonder if he recognizes you each morning the same way you recognize him. Does he pick your face out of the crowd? Does he feel a little sense of camaraderie at seeing a familiar face on the way to another day of drudgery?
You get your answer accidentally, after a miserable handful of days at home completely wiped out by sickness. Between the guilt of calling in, the delirium of fever, and the slog of congestion, you hadn’t even thought about your commute companion. Once you’re well enough to return to work, it’s perhaps the first time in months you don’t scan the platform for his blond hair, more concerned with adjusting the mask on your face and already stressed over the work you were sure had piled up in your absence.
This time, he catches your eye first, that familiar pattern of his favourite tie bright in your periphery as he comes to stand next to you. You look up at him, bolder than you had been in the past with your furtive glances, and he smiles at you and gives the smallest of nods. You smile back, big enough that you hope he can see it in your eyes as your mask obscures your mouth.
It’s the first acknowledgment the two of you have had, but it communicates more than one might think. A silent, ’Ah, there you are.’
It makes your heart beat faster than it has any right to.
Nothing happens after that. Not that you really expect it to. You don’t talk, but you do let on to each other from then on. Each morning, you scan the platform as usual, finding the man in one of a few of his usual spots. Each morning he stands next to you within the crowd gathered in wait for their train. You smile, he nods, you go about your day happy to have another part of your morning routine complete with that small interaction.
The first time you speak is the first time you’re late. You’re bringing in treats for a co-worker’s birthday, and it leaves you running behind as you balance your bag on one shoulder, your coat on your arm, and the boxes of cupcakes in your arms. The man’s head stands out at the front of the swarm of commuters, and as they part to allow passengers to exit the train before they filter in, it also allows him a path to see where you’re stood at the very back. You almost think to call out to him, but catch yourself as you remember that you don’t actually know him, despite the continued proximity leaving you feeling a sense of camaraderie.
He does smile though, before the train has cleared and he turns to enter with the rest of the crowd. You’re satisfied that you’ve gotten your silent hello for the morning, hoping you can at least find a spot to lean against something as your full hands leave you unable to hold onto anything. Then, as you step into the train and glance around, you find your stranger sitting for once, it makes you pause, used to seeing him standing even when the train isn’t so crowded. He raises a hand to catch your attention, though he already had it, and waves you over.
It takes some work to make your way through the tightly packed train, but when you do he stands, gesturing to the seat he’d apparently taken just for you.
“Oh, it’s okay.” You don’t know why you don’t just accept, you clearly need it, but he isn’t having any of it.
“Please, it’s yours.”
Hearing his voice for the first time catches you off guard. You aren’t sure how you’d expected him to sound, you hadn’t really thought about it to be honest, but his voice is smooth and low. Something about it feels like he’s whispering in your ear, even as he’s speaking loud and clear over the chatter of the crowd. It’s disarming, it’s charming, so you take the seat, thanking him profusely as he smiles and nods.
Something more happens after this time. Something small, but something nonetheless. You feel a little bolder, a little closer to him too. Enough that when you see him each morning you give him a little greeting.
Just a small, “Good morning.” but it’s enough to have him saying it back, and you feel a little comforted by getting to hear that voice day after day.
You mention him to your friends, they think he sounds cute, they tell you to just give him your number, maybe ask to get a coffee together. The encouragement makes you feel like maybe you could do it, but then you second guess yourself. What if you’ve misjudged him entirely? What if crossing that boundary would have him avoiding you, waiting further down the platform in hopes of getting into a train car you aren’t on just to save him the awkwardness of seeing the person he turned down?
When your friends ask for the dozenth update, to find that there isn’t one, they ask what you’re waiting for. They tell you it’s not like you know him so it isn’t any real loss if he’s taken or uninterested.
It would feel like a loss to you, though. You’d miss that face, those little friendly interactions, if he happened to turn you down and feel uncomfortable about it. Or, even worse, what if he is interested? And you meet for dinner or drinks or wherever the imaginary conversation takes you and he’s absolutely awful.
He could be rude to wait staff, he could have an odd habit of sucking his teeth, he could have terrible opinions that expose him as some bigot…
It would be a loss to no longer have that perfect image of your upstanding, kind, and gorgeous fellow commuter.
So you don’t make a move. You tell your friends you haven’t seen him lately, until they stop asking, and keep that idea of him tucked away close to your chest, just for you.
Your Platform Prince.
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pseudowho · 3 hours
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Red
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Nanami Kento, the infamous Curse User, is finally captured and sentenced to death after years on the run. The reader feels her grasp on morality quickly unravel, when her ex-boyfriend breaks down any inhibitions she thought she still had.
Warnings: 18+, smut, MDNI, Bad!Nanami, really a reprehensible man, rough sex, bondage, forced orgasm, multiple sessions, coercion, dubcon, tw: gaslighting, tw: abuse, reader is obsessed and hopelessly in love, and Nanami Kento takes full advantage of that.
*I absolutely do not endorse a relationship like this, and I must insist that anyone who reads this sees it as the red flag it is...ANYWAY...*
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You felt sick to your stomach.
"They caught him. Did you hear?"
You stumbled through the rain, barely composed, your heart in your mouth. Anxious desperation clawed up your spine, on your way to get the fix that you had been withdrawing from for so long.
"Yeah, Gojo got him, obviously. No, no, he's alive, for now."
Mud spattered up the backs of your legs, tripping through puddles, passing under rain-hush willows, Torii gates, and so many graves filled by his hand. His hands that you knew. His hands that knew you, so intimately, a body and soul so untouched by anyone else ever since and ever again.
"Nanami Kento. The Nanami Kento...scheduled for execution. Finally."
You reached corridors, a caretaker shouting in indignation as you tracked mud all over his freshly polished floorboards. You gained speed, running, ready for his face his hands his smell his eyes his body his heart and yours that was always his forever his still his--
"You shouldn't go in there." Your hand retracted so briefly over the handle of the door to the execution chambers. Feeling cold drip down your spine, not knowing if it was rainwater, sweat, or Gojo's voice behind you, you shivered. You felt him approach. A long hand on your shoulder; protective, apologetic, grieving.
"I...I'm sorry. I didn't want it to be this way. But you shouldn't go down there. He's...bad for you." You sniffed, straightening yourself, steeling against him. Gojo was so insignificant to you in this moment. "Are you keeping watch? Is there anyone else?" Gojo sighed, knowing better than to argue with you, feeling dread creep through him regardless. He leaned back on the wall, hands in his pockets, eyes downcast. You heard your own heartbeat, amplified hummingbird's wings. You heard the rain, cleansing on the leaves, but weighing you down with your sin. You felt the thread on your finger, trapped beneath that door and running down the stairs.
"No. No, it's just me. I...understand. Whatever you want to do, I...I understand." You felt the ghosts in this corridor. You felt the footsteps long since gone. You felt the shadows of the other half of Gojo's soul. Ah, yes, you thought, raindrops running down your cheeks, you would understand, of course.
"There will be a gap in the guard. At midnight. Just five minutes. Ten, if you're lucky." Gojo turned, facing down the corridor. You could smell the regret. The weight of his own failures haunted him. He sensed your fingers grip the handle, squeezing down, taking your life into your own hands.
He would give you this, what he had prevented you from taking five years ago. He would not see another whole broken into halves. He would not regret, for a moment now or for years to come. Behind him, your other hand, cold and damp, reached out and squeezed Gojo's. He felt the farewell upon your skin. "Thank you, Satoru. I love you." "I love you, too. Be good." You wracked with need, trembling down those spiraled steps. They took you so deeply underground, that you could feel the earthen chill of ages past upon your skin, and you welcomed the death and rebirth, shedding the life you had left at the surface.
You knew Nanami Kento would, inevitably, be your downfall. And yet...you had shared a room with death so many times, now, that you would not fear him reaching for your hand. You paused near the bottom of the stairs, soaked in the soft orange glow of ten thousand illuminated paper charms. You felt him. He beat you to it. "I can smell you." Your knees almost buckled; that voice. It ran through you, spitting hot oil in cold blood. You flurried down the rest of the steps with numb feet, rounding the corner. The breath rushed out of you, into him, and he smiled at you, so much wider than he used to, all canines and white.
Nanami Kento was bound to a small chair, barely enough to hold the sheer width of him. In this short (long too long so long) five years, he had grown from a man, to a beast, his shoulders hulking and mountainous, scars littered across his forearms and collarbones.
His white shirt was bloodstained-- mostly someone else's, you assumed, but some from Kento himself. Kento was scuffed, bruised, red at the corner of his lip. His parting remained, disheveled from his capture. His harness, the brown leather soft and aged, strained against his chest and shoulders. His blunt blade rested, leant against the wall in a dingy corner of the room.
The only thing holding back what you knew would be Kento's enormous, overwhelming power, were the ropes that restrained him. You fingered at the blade of the Cursed tool in your pocket. He was...ethereally beautiful. You felt the last vestiges of yourself pass to him, blissfully unaware he would take so much more from you yet. His smile grew, eyes full of searingly cold ice, sneering at you as tears built in your eyes.
"You're crying for me?" He cooed, soft and mocking, "Why is that? You made your choice, all those years ago." "You were the one who left." "You were the one who stayed," he growled, lurching forwards against his bonds, chest heaving and straining, snarling. Expecting you to step backwards, instead, he felt the sick satisfaction of you stepping closer instead-- drawn in by his gravity. "You didn't give me a choice, Kento," you begged, shameless, "You didn't come for me. I couldn't find you." Kento huffed, scoffing, twisting against his restraints. "Fuck off," he scorned, spitting a wad of blood to the floor, "I came for you. The night I found you in Gojo's bed, of all people." You frowned, remembering the night Kento snapped and executed two dozen colleagues in his offices, years after leaving Jujutsu High. Remembering the news reaching you third-hand, through whispers in the corridors, as you had headed to Jujutsu High to see if anyone had heard from him. Remembering Gojo's grim confirmation, how you had collapsed in his arms, carved in two. Remembering how he had taken you home with him, tucked you into his bed, where you slept fitfully, alcohol-soaked to numb the nightmares. Your stomach filled with ice water. "You were-- you were there?" You choked, tears spilling over, "At Gojo's? You were there?" "Tell me," Kento commanded, his lip curled, "how many hours it was, after you heard? How many hours before you let Gojo Satoru fuck you like some desperate little whore? How many hours it was before I found you in his bed." You shook your head, brutally injured by his venom, punctuating him with sobs and denial as his voice rose.
"Three? Four? So devastated, it took another man fucking his seed into you before you could get over the loss of your lover? And you have the fucking audacity to come in here and cry over me?" Kento strained forwards, teeth bared as he sniffed deeply, breathing out with a satisfied smirk, a laugh, deep and smoky. "Can't smell him on you now, though," he mocked, filthy and merciless, "I thought he liked pathetic little scraps like you, but I suppose one fuck was enough to tell him you belonged to someone else, just as much as he did."
Kento already knew, of course, that Satoru would not have taken you even once. Kento felt his cock swelling against his thigh with your anguished begging. "Is that what he told you? To make you leave?" Your head swam with the revelation that Kento had come back for you, the rage that Satoru had lied and sent Kento away. You shook your head, dropping to your knees before him; desperate for his approval, full of dreadful fear of rejection.
"Nobody else," you pressed, crawling forwards and squeezing his thighs with cold little hands as he scoffed again, looking away, "ever. Kento. Ever, ever, for years. There won't ever be--" Kento suppressed his smirk, reeling you in after you bit so willingly. He leaned down to you, his cock twitching at the memory of the last time you knelt between his legs, looking up at him with wide wet eyes. He allowed his breath to ghost over your neck, seeing your skin prickle. He softened his face, nectar and promise in his eyes. "...you and Gojo...you didn't...?" His voice was soft, gentle, hopeful. Your head shot up, fingers digging deeper into his thighs as your eyes brimmed over again, thrilled by his belief, his trust in you. His lips were so close to yours, that you felt his hot ashen breath upon your tongue, dragon's fire, those whiskey-soaked eyes flicking across your face. God, if I'd known it would be this easy, Kento thought, maliciously possessive, I'd have let you find me years ago. His cock twitched at the feel of your hands clawing his thighs. He imagined fucking you down into the bed while you clawed at him, struggling, gasping and crying.
"Never," you promised, chasing his face with yours, while Kento withdrew just enough to maintain a teasing closeness, "he lied. He lied to you." Kento's cock twitched again, thirsty for your desperation.
Kento smiled again, that beautiful, cloud-parting smile, and you preened into him. He hummed, leaning forwards so briefly to brush his nose against yours. Your breath left you in a shudder as his voice passed over your lips;
"That's good...good girl. I couldn't bear to think of anyone else's hands on my beautiful girlfriend."
You sunk into his sudden warmth, your hands stroking up his thighs, his hips, up his ribs and shoulders. He allowed you to embrace him like this, for just a moment. Prickling with fear, you felt the frost form over him once more. Kento sneered again.
"...she's gone though, I think. Rotting here, festering with the dregs of Jujutsu Society. Willing to live and die a pawn. Scum. Less than scum."
Kento sighed, withdrawing from you fully, his back against the chair, turning his head as you tried to cup his jaw in your hands. He shook you off, face twisted with disgust. He was thrilled to watch a part of you shrivel and recoil, before reaching out harder, begging in fractured whispers, clawing for dry land.
"You had your chance. You're too wet for my life. You couldn't do what I do, live how I live. You couldn't lie, cheat, extort, torture, murder. You're too soft." Kento's lip curled in disgust as you pressed yourself between his legs, begging, beseeching, "To think of all the cum I wasted by fucking it into you." He hoped you couldn't feel him, hard and throbbing against your belly.
"--anything you want-- I'll do anything you want-- please--"
"Please what?" Kento shot, shaking the ropes around him with thick, scarred arms, "I'll be dead before dawn. And I want some peace and quiet. You're nothing to me now."
A part of you died, shattered by his rejection. Clapping a hand over your mouth, your shivers threatening vomit, you sat back on the floor, pressing your face into your knees, sobbing and abandoned for a second time.
"It's a shame," Kento scorned, tutting, "we were beautiful, once. But I'd rather die than have you be my only fucking option."
Kento felt you break, and it was delicious.
You shook within, panicking at his imminent second abandonment...but you were more determined than ever to prove yourself to him. You would sell your soul. You would sell the lives of your fellow sorcerers. You would sell your dignity, your self-respect, your whole being. Having Kento in any form, even this cold-hearted killer, was better than the agony of his death, where you would surely die with him.
From your pocket, hands shaking, you withdrew a blade; a special grade cursed weapon, stolen, illicit. You reached around Kento, breathing deeply of the sweat, sandalwood and copper tang on his skin. You pressed the blade into the hands bound behind his chair. You turned, hesitated...and walked away.
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You could not bear to return to your apartment. You had staggered past Gojo, reeling from Kento's biting rebuttal. You had wiled away the evening in some backwater ditch of a bar, sinking into spirits and self-loathing.
You waited to be found...by him, or by your colleagues, for execution as an accomplice to his escape. You didn't care anymore. You would die at his hands, or theirs, and cling onto that final shivering bliss of his bound body against yours. Even as a good man, he had always possessed you, more than you possessed yourself.
Walking to your door just after midnight, fumbling with the keys, you let yourself in, to spend a final night alone before your inevitable execution.
The alcohol numbed your senses, the darkness close around you. You did not feel his approach, this killer in the shadows.
All at once, you felt an enormous hand clasp over your mouth, and another pinning your wrists behind your back, tugging you backwards against a body, such an immovable chilly presence. A whisper, a tongue grazing against the side of your throat.
"I want you screaming...but not yet." You arched back into Kento's body, seeking a warmth he didn't have any more. The man you knew was long-since dead.
You felt his hand loosen, drifting slowly from your mouth, to your throat, squeezing just tightly enough to make your breath hitch, examining the length of your throat from the outside with a hum. You smelled the cigarettes and whiskey on his breath.
"I'm so proud of you," Kento purred, stepping you slowly through your apartment, pushing you towards your bedroom, "such a good girl...I knew you'd pass the test." Your heart swelled with his praise, but a lingering doubt soured the edges of your tongue.
"--how did you-- s'too early, Kento-- the guard--"
"Guard?" Kento laughed, booming with genuine mirth, "Some scrap of a boy in a beanie? Please. They'll find what's left of him in the morning."
"Oh--Ino--" you felt tears prickle on your lash line, your breath leaving you with a gasp as Kento tossed you face down on your bed. You tried to turn back to look at him, but felt his hand grip the back of your neck, shoving you roughly into the sheets. You shivered, fingers clenching as you heard the telltale clink of his belt undoing, the soft shhhk-shhhk-shhhk of Kento unthreading it from his waist.
"Oh, Ino!" Kento mocked, "Shut the fuck up, before I make you shut up," his voice pitched and ruthless. His face twisted as you trembled, noting smears of blood left by his hands on your wrists. You smelled the copper tang over his sweat and stale cologne. You knew you would never reject him, already wet with the promise of him coming back for you.
Kento softened momentarily, knowing he would struggle to fit inside you if you were scared and trembling. The faintest ghost of him wanted to pull you into his arms. The ice over his old soul knew he'd break if it cracked.
Kento crawled over you, his black trousers unzipped, cock straining against the tight fabric of his boxers. He clasped your hands, binding them with his tie to the head of the bed. You were so ready for him to take back what was his, that you didn't hear his next words, rumbling and gravelly on the back of your neck.".
"Keep still, and do as you're told. I'm sure you remember the old safe word...if I care to listen."
You felt your skirt forced up to bunch around your waist, heard a fabric rrriiip of your tights and underwear being shredded away from your core. Kento breathed heavily as he knelt above you, hooking his cock and heavy balls out, stroking himself with one thick hand as his fingers jabbed between your legs, sinking between your folds with little to no regard for your pleasure.
You jolted, squeaking against the sudden intrusion. Kento letting out another rich, smoky laugh as he sunk two thick fingers into your entrance.
"...ahhh, lovely. Can you warm my fingers up for me?" Kento laughed again, drawing out into a stilted growl as he jerked his cock eagerly to your tight wet walls around his digits. You panted into the sheets, Kento releasing his cock you squeeze your arse as he fucked you with his fingers, leaving bruising fingerprints before slapping the skin harshly, groaning as your fat jiggled, flushing with the abuse.
"-- better than some common whore...shit. Such a good girl...getting me out of there. Maybe I'll keep you around...just to fuck, my sweet little cocksleeve. Or are you better than that?"
"--anything, I'll be anything you want-- Kento-- please please take me with you please--" Pleasure burned in your belly as you heard the wet slaps of his hand, masturbating himself again to the sight of his fingers moulding you to the shape of him.
You filled with a burning need to be what he wanted you to be, so exhausted by life, so bitter and ready for someone else to take control. Kento did so, gladly, withdrawing his fingers to your disappointed groan. He slapped your backside again in punishment, once, twice, three times until you learned your lesson, biting your lip against your cries.
"You'll come on my cock, or not at all," he snapped at you, impatient, with his pre-cum dripping down your folds as his cock grazed at the entrance to your prone, bound body. He rammed his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to lick him clean, low voice husky with need at the feeling of your tongue swiping over him.
Pressing one hand down on the back of your neck, before raising it to yank sharply on your hair, Kento fucked into you without warning, pressing hard, to bottom out immediately. Your scream was choked, your neck hyperextended back at the insistent pull of your hair. Your body ached and strained against his use of you, and you revelled in it, in too deep to care about how wrong it was. You stung with the size of him, always big, and so much bigger without preparation.
"--haaaah fuck-- good girl...fuck you through it-- fuck you through it-- scream all you like-- been waiting for this for so long--" Kento crushed your body flush under his, so heavy that he forced the air out of you, making you lightheaded against the raw pleasure of his cock pounding into you without mercy, simply chasing his own orgasm.
Kento's skin electrified with the sinful joy of stealing pleasure from you, ripping his shirt and harness off over his head with a fractured growl. He gripped your bound hands, slipping a hand under you to squeeze your throat, his hips slapping into you with agonising bliss. He cursed and spat against the pleasure, demeaning you and praising you in equal measure.
Breathing hard and fast, Kento saw a bead of his sweat fall to the back of your neck, and leaned down to bite you there, hard, mounting you like an animal as he fucked you harder, faster. Your clit throbbed, untouched, but you lost yourself in the deep primal ecstasy coiling in your belly. You felt the telltale twitches of his thighs and abs against your legs and back, knowing from his frantic jagged moans that Kento was about to cum, before remembering--
"Ken--Kento--oooh--ooh, Ken," you cried, whimpering as his cock bullied against your cervix, "...'m not-- not on-- pull out Ken--"
Kento jerked and groaned, grinning that wide sharp-canined grin again, his laugh leaving him in ragged breaths as his balls drew up close, ready to spill; "--fuck...pull-out? Not a--haaah-- fucking chance, without the safe word, sweetheart." Kento fucked you faster, challenging you as your cock-addled brain clasped at straws, trying desperately to remember, fuck what was it--
Kento gasped, his orgasm starting to wash over him, "Too late," he jeered, and came with a broken hushed roar, rutting his cock inside you so his seed would spurt, coating you, thick and sticky, all over your deepest walls. Kento didn't give a shit that you hadn't come-- and neither did you, trembling and mewling as his length jerked thick heavy ropes inside you.
As Kento pulled out, breathing hard, pumping his length a few more times to spill his last drops of seed across your back, he huffed out a humourless laugh, running his hand back through his hair; "'Pull out'...you'll take what I give you, and be grateful." Kento scooped up some seed, dripping from your cunt, shoving it roughly back inside you.
"What fucking use are you," he spat, ramming his fingers in you until you sobbed, squirming around him, "if you can't even keep my cum inside you? Pathetic." Your breath hitched, tears spilling over at his brutal mockery. Seeing your tears, hearing the lump in your throat, Kento cooed at you, clasping your jaw in one thick hand.
"Oh darling...don't be sad...just be better." He slapped at your cheek a few times, too stinging to be tender, pressing a hot wet kiss just beneath your eye. He stood up, stretching, padding over towards the door.
"I need a drink." Kento mused aloud. You pulled yourself up the bed, still tightly bound, clamping your legs together to keep his cum inside and win his approval. You almost wept with the bitter ache in your shoulders and arms, how your pussy stung, how worthless he thought you were. You heard the clink of bottles and glass in the kitchen.
Kento returned, sitting in the chair at the end of your bed, naked, legs crossed, as he poured himself a full glass of whiskey. You could not see him, your face pressed into the pillow. You couldn't see the cold, impassive gaze upon your bound, shivering form. You couldn't see the way he idly played with his cock, slowly stroking life back into it as his cum glistened on your folds.
"Let's play a game," Kento proposed finally, as sleep began to creep across you, "and if you win, I'll take you with me. If you lose, I'll leave you here for the dogs." Kento took a long drink, draining his glass with a satisfied hum, his cock now half-erect against his thigh.
Your determination peaked again, so certain you could make things right, and make Kento love you like he used to. You were a void, yearning to be filled.
"Yes, I-- I can do it-- anything," you pressed, voice strong and bold now, eager to shed the shell he had left you in. Kento refilled his glass, almost to the brim, grinning wolfishly. He reached into your bedside drawer, tipping his head and raising his eyebrows at you with a smirk, withdrawing a vibrator, and a dildo.
"So confident," Kento teased, a shadow of the way he used to play with you when he was softer, more restrained. He couldn't deny the flicker of joy he had felt at the old you, briefly rearing her head.
Kento emptied his hands for long enough to flip you to your back, binding your arms to the bed again, ripping your shirt and bra open at the middle, exposing your breasts and belly. Kento grabbed your nipple roughly, yanking it until you squealed, slapping it hard with a gravelly chuckle.
"Don't spill my drink." Kento ordered, picking his glass up, placing it on your chest, between your breasts. You faltered, stock still, staring up at him, uncertain.
"...I-- what?" Kento's slim brown eyes burned down at you, teasing the dildo against your sloppy cunt, before ramming it into you. You instinctively moved to squirm away with a cry, understanding almost a moment too late, the meniscus of the whiskey kissing the lip of the glass. You stilled completely, shuddering at the cold rubber filling your cunt to the belly, squelching with Kento's cum.
Kento hissed between his teeth, face twisted with nasty glee. He looked so animated, so alive with this hedonistic torture, such a far cry from who he once was.
"Close," he taunted, leaning down to brush his lips over yours, pulling away as you moved to kiss him, satisfied to hear you swear under your breath as he denied you. Kento flipped the wand vibrator in his hand deftly, switching it on and clicking to max out the vibration.
"Don't...spill my drink." Kento repeated slowly, pressing the brutally vibrating wand directly against your clit.
You saw stars, your body moving to convulse reflexively, and you gritted your teeth, eyes fixed on the wobbling glass on your sternum. Your legs shook, the pleasure too harsh to be enjoyable, feeling yourself being unwillingly dragged towards a bone-wracking orgasm.
"Kento please-- please stop please please-- I can't do it I can't keep still I can't--" You babbled at Kento, tears streaming, certain he may not acknowledge your safe word even if you did squeeze it out. Only your desperation to win him back stopped you from even trying.
"Then die here." Kento shrugged, stroking himself again as he pressed the wand harder against your clit, thrilled to hear you scream in anguish. Your orgasm hit you with stunning force, harsh wracks of pleasure pounding through you as your body remained rigid. Still, the whiskey did not spill.
Your teeth gritted around your cries, and you met Kento's eyes with a ferocity that used to make him hard in seconds. His cock twitched in his hand in memory, pre-cum dripping down to wet his fingers. Baring his teeth in a snarl now, Kento knelt between your legs, grabbing the dildo and fucking it into you with harsh strokes, pressing harder with the punishing vibrations of the wand.
Your body was on fire, every part of you burning, from bruised bound wrists, to your feet, crackling with electric overstimulation. You cursed, spitting out tearful bile at Kento.
"--Kento-- stop it-- you fucking monster-- I hate you-- you fucking left me and I hate you so just stop it--"
Kento grinned, growling out as he continued his messy overstimulation of you; "There! There she is! That's my girl...make me proud!...shit, you're a mess. Don't spill it now." As another orgasm hit you, a primal hideous landslide, you screamed with your head thrown back, woefully unable to dissipate the pleasure through movement.
Suddenly full of unbridled rage, the years of grief and abandonment pouring out of you, you snapped, certain you wanted to hurt him as he had hurt you.
The glinting madness in Kento's eyes, the way his hand worked his rigid cock harder as he released his grasp on the dildo, now ramming it back into you with his knee...he wanted this. He wanted you pouring with spite. With rage. He wanted the venom and the hatred. He wanted the raw unbridled loyalty that you promised him through this humid obsession.
"--let me go-- KENTO. I'm warning you--"
Kento laughed, rich and earthy, as he gripped you by the throat, pinning you to the bed. Your body was exhausted, groaning, all bone-deep and guttural aches. By the time your third orgasm hit, you were floppy, the whiskey glass tilting on you just too sharply--
--before being snatched up by Kento, who drained it in one thirsty gulp. Pulling the sex toys out of you and tossing them aside, Kento moved to line his cock up with your entrance. Full of tearful anger, you kicked, hard, fighting back against him as he laughed, encouraging you-- "Fight me-- come on girl, COME ON--"
Kicking out again, spitting acid at Kento, berating him for leaving you, berating him for the twisted hatred you had endured alone for the miserable job you did, you cried, all bitter spite and loneliness. Kento caught your legs, forcing them open, pressing himself between them. He jabbed his cock between your folds as you squirmed, struggling up the bed, until Kento folded over you, grasping you by the back of the neck, and pulling you up for a searing kiss-- the first time you had tasted him in years.
Kento took advantage of your gasp, and invaded you with his tongue and cock, fucking sloppily between your legs, cursing into your mouth, until he met your entrance, slamming himself in to the hilt. Kento gripped you by the hips, thrusting into you while he slammed your pussy against him. He immediately set a feral pace, intent on claiming the last scraps of you, if he couldn't get you out of Jujutsu society alive. "--not gonna-- haaah-- let you die here-- fuck, good girl, good fucking girl, take it-- FIGHT ME--"
Every time you tried to buck and kick, and throw him out of you, Kento cupped your jaw, kissing you just like he used to, disarming you as you bit into his forearm planted beside your cheek. Kento kept up his punishing pace, reaching up to release the belt as he groaned into your throat, biting the delicate skin there. The briefest flicker of warmth passed over him, to feel your hands clutch at his chest, still trying weakly to push him off you. Kento reveled in your fight, your incessant struggling beneath him making his need to cum, to fill you again and make you his, urgent. You felt this in him, in his trembling arms and sloppy thrusts, all at once splitting you in two and completing you. Relenting, you allowed him to claim your mouth again, lips smooth and supple against yours, whiskey on his breath. Kento couldn't last any longer, and didn't want to; he finished with a broken rumble, all groans and whispered curses in your hair. Crushing you to the bed beneath his hulking body, you whimpered to feel his cock twitch and bound inside you, filling you again with sweet ache and seed. Kento rested on you, ignoring your gasping little breaths as you saw stars, buried beneath him. Swallowing away the lump in your throat, your mind swam with your fates; killed in battle or executed or on the run or hiding with filthy curse users or begging the higher-ups for mercy but all alone every one of them alone-- "...come with me." You blinked. Kento's back still heaved with exertion, his face buried in your neck. You felt a twinge, a prickle down your spine-- Cursed energy, approaching from a distance. "You have to decide...there's no time. I lie. I steal, and extort. I blackmail. I murder. I live in...in absolute luxury. You will never want for anything, while you're with me-- but you must be with me." You smiled. Another door had opened. Kento was the easiest decision you ever made.
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arqhon · 2 months
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nanami's the type to love referring to you as his wife. he sneaks it into conversation at any given chance: "let me ask my wife", "sorry, i've got to get home to my wife", "oh, have i introduced you to my wife?"
calling you his wife just comes naturally to him, as if he was always meant to call you his. your name is a secret only for him, and the title of being your husband fills him with an indescribable warmth. he's content with being yours, he's proud to call you his, and he's undoubtedly, hopelessly in love with you.
with you, everything is so blissfully domestic. when his bones ache with exhaustion, his whole body relaxes and surrenders itself to you when he finally gets home. he takes you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your face, his gentle caresses letting you know that he's missed you and that he's home. he lets himself melt into you, finding sanctuary in your warm embrace.
soft smiles, tender touches, it's a dream to be nanami kento's. loved, adored, worshipped, taken care of, believed in. nanami gives you his all because you deserve nothing less.
and his love for you is endless, unbound by the depths of the ocean. his love is warmth and honey, sweet hums and loving whispers. his love is the extra cup of coffee he leaves on the kitchen counter, your toothbrush next to his. his love is the silent promise in a tender gaze - that you will be his last, his forever and always.
because nanami kento does not hesitate. there's not an ounce of uncertainty in him. he makes no mistakes. it's you. you or no one at all. you are his love, his wife, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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mommypieck · 3 months
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⌗︙・nanami with high sex drive ⸜⸜・
nanami who has high sex drive but won't ever admit it. he curses under his breath, running to the bathroom with his dick pressed against his pants. he's painfully hard and in need of some relief. he can't believe this is happening to him. you and him fucked in the morning before he left for works. it's been 2 hours and he needs to be nestled inside of your pussy again. no matter how many times he fucks you,he needs to go again right after. his hand wraps around his cock and he imagines you on hands and knees in front of him, just really so he can slide right in. he can't even fantasize about you sucking his dick because he needs to be inside of you 24/7. as much as he loves your mouth, your pussy is what keeps his alive in his boring job. nanami just wishes to go home so he can dive into your cunt. he cums on his hand in a dirty office bathroom, still not satisfied with himself. nanami grabs his phone,dialing your number.
"hi kento baby." you say happily and his cock hardens again.
"hi,baby. there's something i need you to do for me."
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actuallysaiyan · 18 hours
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Hi hi hi I hope you are having a great day!🫶🏻 Can I request Nanami c F.reader please. NSFW. The reader is kinda shy person.
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warnings: flirting, smut, unprotected sex, reader is shyyyy, nipple play, dry humping, rough sex, creampie finish
word count: 1.9k
pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader
summary: you and Kento are always flirting, despite your shyness, and he finally decides to make his move
taglist: @beneathstarryskies @seireiteihellbutterfly @an-ever-angry-bi @namikyento
The tension between you and Nanami was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Anyone who was around could tell that he was a changed man around you. How often did he smile at others? How often did Kento even laugh at anyone’s jokes? The often stoic and serious businessman was now more open and sunnier than usual. With you around, things were so much different.
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You are shy with him. He dotes on you a lot. He loves seeing how bashful you are. You’re humble too, which he finds so endearing. With lots of other people wanting to show off all the time, you really show him a side of yourself that most people are too scared to show. You show him vulnerability and softness that he has missed.
Still, with gentle touches and lingering stares, the tension between you grows. You’re much too shy to make the first move. And Kento is enjoying this growing tension more than he’d like to admit. It makes him so hard that by the end of the day, he has to stop into one of the bathrooms to jerk off.
One day, it’s just the two of you in his office. Everyone has taken off for the day, and you two are the only ones left. All day he’s been flirting with you, making you blush and try to hide away from him. But it’s impossible to hide from this beautiful man. He’s got you cornered in the best way possible.
“Let’s end this for today, yeah? I think we deserve a chance to relax.”
And with that, he closes the laptop you were writing your report on. He gently takes your hand, which makes your face heat up. You try your best to look away, but he’s quick to cup your chin and make you look at him. Then he leans in to kiss your cheek so softly.
“You’re so shy, sweetheart. Why don’t you come sit with me and we can talk?”
You nod your head, your mouth feels so dry. But you get up on your shaky legs and you walk over to the leather couch in his office. He helps you sit and then he’s sitting next to you. Kento doesn’t beat around the bush. He’s had enough teasing.
His lips are so soft on yours, but you are shaking as he wraps one arm around you to bring you even closer. His breath is warm on your face as he slowly pulls away. He removes his sunglasses so he can have a better look at you. Your cheeks are all warm and your eyes won’t meet his.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want you?” He kisses you again. “The way you are around me drives me crazy.”
You can barely say anything. You’re just too shy and embarrassed right now. Mostly embarrassed that his words have such an effect on you. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you feel your hands shaking as you try to come to terms with what’s going on between you and him.
“Don’t be too shy, darling.” He quips, leaning in to kiss you once more.
It’s a searing and heated kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, caressing yours. He tastes like the bitterness of a black coffee, but it soothes you instantly. The scent of his cologne, musk and leather, completely invades your every sense. When he pulls away, there’s a string of saliva that connects both of you.
“Listen to me, sweetheart…” he kisses you again. “I want to make you feel good, but you’re going to need to help me out a little. Think you can do that?”
You nod your head, “y-yes…”
Nanami smirks, “That’s a good girl.”
And then his hands begin caressing you all over. He starts with your shoulders, rubbing the stress away. Then his hands trail down your arms, gently massaging your fingers. Then back up to your neck, gently rubbing you there too. Then you watch as his nimble fingers begin to unbutton your blouse. You once again cannot look into his eyes.
“What’s the matter? Shy all of a sudden? I thought we were past that.” Nanami smirks at you. 
You try to look at him, but when he has your blouse open, you feel your body quaking. Kento looks at your breasts, his cheeks a little warm now too. Then he dips down to press soft kisses to your throat. Your breath hitches as you feel his lips descending down your neck to your chest. He watches you as he nibbles on your collarbone for a moment.
His large hands cup your breasts and push them together. They’re nearly spilling out of your lacy bra. Kento feels his heart racing in his chest now. Then he reaches around you to unclasp your bra. The moment the garment is loosened, your breasts spill out completely.
“You’re beautiful,” he comments before he helps you out of the bra and the blouse,
His eyes are darkened. The soft amber color now more of a dark whiskey color, and there’s something within them you can barely read. It’s like a wolf looking at a bunny rabbit, just about to pounce on it to devour it whole. You swallow hard and Nanami enjoys watching your reactions like this.
“Scared, little one?” he whispers in a husky tone. “Don’t need to be worried, I’ll take good care of you.”
He then helps you onto his lap. Immediately, you feel his erection poking you. You whine as the stimulation makes you even more bashful than before. Nanami’s not ready to let you go. His hands cup your bare breasts, and he’s playing with your nipples now. Tugging and twisting gently, just enough to have you panting and moaning.
“Now now,” he says softly. “You’ll need to make more noise than that. How else will I know what you enjoy?”
One of his hands comes down to cup your ass, squeezing it softly. You let out a startled squeal, making you move closer to him. You end up accidentally grinding against his cock, which makes him grunt. His eyes are even darker now that you’ve done this.
“Oh is that what you wanted?”
Suddenly, his hands move down to your hips to begin guiding you to grind against him. You lean in to hide your face in the crook of his neck, and he chuckles darkly. He lets you hide for now, but he knows he’s going to get you to talk to him eventually. He’ll have you screaming his name before he’s done.
Your panties get wetter and stickier as he guides you to grind and rub against his erection. Both of you are panting now, and he feels your warm breath on his neck. One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your head, and he pulls you in for another heated kiss. You moan in between the kisses, and then you shudder as he sucks on your tongue.
“Enough fooling around, huh? You want the real deal, don’t you?”
He then throws you down onto the sofa, spreading your thighs with his knee. Your cheeks are so flush right now. You’re panting from this stimulation. Your panties are so wet, they are clinging to your folds. Kento leans in to capture your lips in another kiss. This time, he slows his pace down a bit.
His long fingers tease and tantalize your clothed pussy, making your hips buck up involuntarily. You’re so wanton for him now, your shyness is beginning to slip away. Still, you’re having a hard time looking into his eyes. Then his fingers curl around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down fully. Your skirt is pushed up around your waist. All that’s left are those cute stockings that cling to your thighs.
“How cute,” Kento comments as he begins kissing down your body again. “So fuckin’ cute for me.”
You whimper as his fingers part your folds, spreading your juices all over your cunt. You let out a whine when he begins to rub your swollen nub. His other hand unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. With expertise, he pulls his pants down past his ass and he begins to palm the obvious bulge in his boxer briefs.
“Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what you need,” he teases you again.
Your heart flutters in your chest. You want him so fucking badly, but you don’t even know what words to use. He watches you carefully, teasing you as he pulls his underwear down. Then he lets his cock slip between your folds, making you even more dizzy than before. Your mouth goes dry once more, and you can’t do much but whine as the tip of his fat cock rubs against your swollen clit.
“Come on, darling. Tell me what you need,”
You won’t make him repeat himself again. Your eyes snap open and you sit up on the couch. You have a newfound burst of confidence, and you pull on his tie to bring him even closer to you. You close the gap between you two, kissing him so passionately. Kento’s cock throbs in excitement.
“I need you,” you manage to say.
Without another word, Kento prods your little hole before slipping into you. His balls are now plus against your ass, and he’s enjoying every little movement of your walls fluttering around him to adjust to his big size. He smirks and licks his lips at the sight of you struggling to take him.
He begins to rock his hips, fast and rough. He’s really had enough of this slow teasing, and he’s going to make sure you both enjoy this. His big hands push your thighs up so that your ankles are resting on his shoulders. With him this deep inside of you, you know you can’t hold on for much longer. His tip keeps bumping against that sweet spot deep inside of you, making you squirm in his grasp.
“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Let go for me,”
A few more thrusts has you coming undone. Your eyes screw shut and this intense pleasure builds to its peak. He fucks you rougher and harder, prolonging your sweet orgasm. Your juices are gushing all over him, messing up his pants and his shirt. But Kento doesn’t even seem to care. He continues to rut against you, harder and faster like an animal in heat.
“Gonna cum inside, darling. Is it okay? Can I please cum inside?”
You look up at him and you manage to mutter a “yes” between your sweet cries of love. He holds onto you tighter, and you’re sure you’re going to have his fingerprints bruised onto your skin once he’s done with you. Your mind is turning to mush the more he pounds into your sopping wet pussy. He grits his teeth and his grip on your thighs tightens even more.
“Fuck I’m cumming! I’m cumming inside!”
His cock throbs with every spurt of hot cum he pumps into you. His hips stutter but don’t falter as he fucks himself into you, making his orgasm last even longer. Then slowly and gradually, he stops himself. Kento slumps himself on top of you, but careful not to crush you with his weight. His face rests on your breasts. You reach out to play with his hair.
“No need to be shy with me anymore, okay darling?” He looks up at you.
“Okay, Kento.”
He smiles. He’s in heaven.
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sexbot300 · 27 days
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18+, minors dni! (being a slut for nanami bc honestly who isn’t)
authors note: hello! this is my first-ever post, i hope you guys enjoy it! (I literally have no idea how layouts work yet, bear with me)
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sugardaddy!nanami who scolds you whenever you feel as if you’re “doing too much,” with all the lavish gifts he gives you. nothing is too much for his angel.
sugardaddy!nanami that asks which jewelry set you like best. emerald or ruby? ah. how about both?
sugardaddy!nanami who you thought would be a joyless, serious man as people portray him. they’re not lying, he really is serious, to people that aren’t you. you’ll witness a soft side of him that only shows the most gentle of smiles.
sugardaddy!nanami who gladly scoops you up bridal style in his arms, walking while you burry your head into his chest.
sugardaddy!nanami who unpacks the gifts he gets you on the countertop after a business trip. “kento, baby, you shouldn’t have.” you play with the polyester ribbon while he simply leans back on the fridge opening up a beverage. “I couldn’t help but have the prettiest woman in the world waiting for me at home. it would be embarrassing of me to show up empty-handed.”
sugardaddy!nanami who for the first few times that you went out with him, meticulously kept track of the things you called “cute” and noted wherever your eyes wandered for a minute too long. the next morning you woke up with everything you ogled your eyes at decorating your room. attached is a note that read, “please forgive me, sweetheart, I didn’t know which you liked best. p.s. my sincerest apologies again, I let my own thoughts get carried away. be good for me and wear this tonight.” your fingers gingerly held onto the note, until your eyes fell on two things you don’t remember looking at when you went out shopping. a beautiful silk gown and an expensive lingerie set.
sugardaddy!nanami who will gladly kneel to strap your heel, placing a kiss on your ankle, after trailing his hand up and down your shin.
sugardaddy!nanami who sends you a monthly allowance for your hair, nails, skincare, and whatever you desire.
sugardaddy!nanami who thinks indulging in materialistic things is futile, but he wants to see you decorated in every fine piece of fabric, clothing, and accessories.
sugardaddy!nanami who acts as if he’s unbothered by you curling up on his lap while he types away on his work computer. you couldn’t even tell how much he adores every second of this as he idly types away. he loves to have you pushed up on him all the time, the minute you slightly move? a strong hand is placed on your thigh or waist to prevent you from leaving.
sugardaddy!nanami who’s only condition is to continue this dynamic until you’re unhappy or want nothing to do with it. (you literally want to marry this man but okay).
sugardaddy!nanami who has a saturday night ritual with you where you buy the most extravagant of desserts and feed it to each other. oh yeah, you have to be sitting on his lap the entire time while you both feed each other from the same fork.
sugardaddy!nanami who places his nose on the nape of your neck while you’re seated on him as he sharply breathes in your scent. “as much as I enjoy eating sweets with you,” he said in a whisper, “they could never mimic your taste.”
sugardaddy!nanami who started off paying your rent, bills, and utilities which he felt mentally, secretly disgruntled by. not because he’s paying (duh) or he has to take care of you, it’s just the fact you haven’t moved in with him yet.
sugardaddy!nanami who considers you under his care and deems your wellbeing as his responsibility. you’re hurt? point to where. your body is sore? lay back down while he massages you. you’re hungry? food is being sent over and here’s money for grocery shopping. you’re upset? he kneels down in front of you as he attentively listens to your sobs.
sugardaddy!nanami who supports your hobbies. he’ll drop off little things that he knows have to do with your interests and only says, “you like this don’t you?” you name drop pilates, cooking, art, knitting, whatever it is, he signs you up for the nearest classes.
sugardaddy!nanami who actually notices if you did something different with your hair, if you wore a new shade of lip gloss. little things.
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sugardaddy!nanami who places the most tender of kisses onto your forehead like he didn’t wreck your shit a second prior. “such a good girl… i’m so so proud. taking my cock in so well.”
sugardaddy!nanami that plays with your body in subtle ways. hands? his big, veiny fingers are stroking yours gently. thighs? constantly getting gripped. your waist? a strong arm wrapped around it. your cheek? a thumb stroking it. shoulders? relieving tension from it. collarbone? rearranging your necklace so it lays properly. guts? fucked out of place. makeup? smeared all across his luxurious bedsheets. lips? blown out from sucking his monster cock and making out.
sugardaddy!nanami who rents out an entire summer beach house with a glorious view of the ocean. partially because he likes the privacy of you two alone, surrounded by nature, and romantic sunset dinners. also because he wants to watch you ride him while he leans back on a beach chair without disturbing the public. (nobody is allowed to see what’s his).
sugardaddy!nanami who actually pounded you into another dimension, your mind still in a haze while he carries you to the running bath. “stay with me princess, i need to clean you up.”
sugardaddy!nanami who makes sure you finish several times before he does. oh poor baby, you’re out of breath? would you like some water? we’re not finished yet. poor nanami didn’t get to cum once, and you so badly want him to use your body to do so.
sugardaddy!nanami who buys you a personal collection of sex toys to play with when he’s not there. he personally studies the way your body twitches and convulses with certain toys, he needs to know how to please his princess. sometimes he chuckles to himself because he knows deep down, nothing– no one, can please you the way he does.
sugardaddy!nanami who sees you stressed or crying over school and work and quickly replaces those tears with ones of joy.
sugardaddy!nanami who will have you folded like a damn lawn chair and only whisper sweet nothings while drilling into you.
sugardaddy!nanami who has a high sex drive but hides it in the beginning like the gentleman he is, making sure you feel comfortable and safe.
sugardaddy!nanami who gives you the car you’ve been wanting forever. you ride the car for a bit with him ecstatic, kissing him over and over, giggling. you both quickly found a new way to celebrate. you’re pinned down over the glove compartment, one large hand gripping both of yours as they’re pinned to your back, and the sounds of skin slapping with your loud moans mix in the air. “ke-n-toooo~ I-I don’t want to ge- uh! It m-messy in h-ere…” “don’t worry darling, I-” a low grunt comes out, “i always cum inside dont I?” he quickens up the pace only to have you screaming like a whore. “t-that’s it. just take it. It feels good, I know,” he mercilessly pounds into you, kissing your temple, “just come undone on me, that’s it. make me proud.”
sugardaddy!nanami who texts you to quickly come to the office and sends you a cab for an urgent “visit.” why? he’s stressed and his favorite method to cool down is your throat expanding around his girthy dick. he'll grip the strands of your hair while cooing at you, "i know angel, i know. but you look so beautiful right now, don't stop."
sugardaddy!nanami who groans from the stressors of his job, turning his attention to you while he pushes himself back on his chair. he looks down on his bulge before sighing and tugging his tie down left and right. “go ahead. come suck me off, i need it and I know you want it too.”
sugardaddy!nanami who does the whole pillow underneath, hand pressed on lower abdomen, with a vibrator wand abusing your clit.
sugardaddy!nanami who has a diet that consists of devouring your pussy on a regular basis. “b-babe… i- ah! s-slow down,” as you elicit a loud dirty moan that fills the room, “pleaaaase.” if only you knew he takes more pleasure out of this than you and you’re the one gripping his hair to the point of leaving his scalp red. he further pushes his nose into you, mumbling, “beg all you want, I’m not done.”
sugardaddy!nanami who is a gentleman, really. who will kill anything within 5 meters if it remotely threatens you. but he can’t help but admire the way your little cunt can’t fully take it the first few times together.
sugardaddy!nanami who never thought much of daddy kinks, but when he hears “daddy” slip out of your precious mouth, his heels dig deeper into the mattress, his massive body weight shifts crushing you, angling his dick in an almost sinful way while pressing you deeper into a mating press. “say it again.”
sugardaddy!nanami who watches you squirm with a vibrator jammed to your clit and his tongue lapping up and down your cunt like any separation from his tongue and your pussy will cause his death. “k-kento s-stop this feeli- ah! I th- oh god! I think I need to pee!” he can’t help but chuckle in his head. his baby never squirted before until now.
sugardaddy!nanami who secretly wants to get you knocked up. man loves fucking his cum into you. he has such a big breeding kink that you catch on.
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kentopedia · 4 months
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ HOME COOKED MEAL — nanami kento
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you bring itadori home for dinner & he gets to see a different side to kento
contents. aka you dig up some teenage photos of nanami, fem!reader, husband nanami, fluff, yuuji being your adopted son, i haven't watched the new ep (& i won't) but there is enough nanami angst so i am here to fix that — 1.7k
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when you got ready to leave the school, your jacket on and bag tugged over your shoulder, you passed yuuji itadori in the halls, his expression suspiciously similar to a kicked puppy. 
yuuji perked up a bit as you walked by, offering you a small smile and a wave. and though you considered heading on home for the night, eager to see your husband, you slowed, hesitant to leave the poor kid all alone. 
“everything okay, yuuji?” you asked, frowning as he rested his elbows on his knees, studying a stain on the floor of the school. 
“hm?” the teenager glanced up, eyes bright and wide. his sweet smile was back on his face, so innocent and kind. for someone who had been through so much already, he was more caring than many people that you’d met in your life. “oh, everything’s fine. everyone’s just out on missions, so i feel a little…” he pulled up one shoulder in a shrug. “useless.” 
you knew it must have been hard for him, being a student that wasn’t quite like the others, having to train a little differently, adapt differently. but yuuji took it in stride, and he handled it better than any normal person would. 
with a nod, you secured your bag around your other shoulder, shifting your feet. “it’s just going to be you here tonight, then?” 
he hummed, sticking his hands in his pockets as he leaned back against the wall. “i think so. some of the others might be around, but they’re resting up.” 
“oh.” though you were certain yuuji had no qualms about spending an evening on his own, the thought of it made you feel like you were leaving a kitten out in the rain. almost pitiful. 
yuuji waved before you could say another word, smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “have a good night! i’ll see you tomorrow.” 
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the car ride was spent listening to yuuji tell you story after story, the boy opening up to you in a way that he hadn’t quite related to any of the other sorcerers, even gojo.
you smiled to yourself, enjoying his stories as you wondered how to tell kento that you were bringing your student home for dinner. 
there was still a bridge to cross between them, and though you knew they both liked the other more than they let on, kento hadn’t quite connected to the boy like he wanted to.
you hoped that by inviting him over, yuuji would see that kento, truly, wasn’t as intense as he let on. he was sweet, caring, and he did have a sense of humor… even if gojo didn’t really believe that. 
you led yuuji into the house, and stopped him when you heard the sound of kento in the kitchen. his mission had ended earlier than yours, and he’d offered to cook tonight; there would be more than enough food for the three of you. 
“i’ll be right back,” you said, tapping yuuji on the shoulder. “let me go tell kento you’re here.” 
you’d considered letting your husband know before you arrived, but you hadn’t wanted him to protest. kento would try to make a fuss of having a guest over, even if it was only yuuji, and he certainly didn’t care about formalities. 
your heart skipped when you reached kento, his back turned, finishing up the meal that was steaming on the stove. even just standing in the threshold of the kitchen, you were overwhelmed with all of your love for him. 
but it didn’t take much… it never had. you’d always been sickeningly in love with nanami kento. 
your footsteps were soft as you snuck up behind him. “kento,” you said, just above a whisper, snaking your arms around his waist. you kissed the muscles between his shoulder blades, listening to the steady thrum of blood pumping through his body. 
“hi, sweetheart.” he’d heard you approach, and he turned, eyes softening when he glanced at you over his shoulder. “everything okay at the school?”
you nodded, squeezing him tighter. even though you’d seen him just a few hours prior, it felt like a long time—time apart when you were battling curses always dragged as you worried for each other’s safety. “did your mission go okay?” you asked. 
he took your hands from around his waist, bringing them to his lips softly. “everything went fine. dinner’s almost ready so—” then, he noticed your guilty expression, one that you were clearly horrible at hiding. “is something wrong?” 
you smiled innocently. “no! i just… brought a guest.” 
kento’s eyebrows raised, his smiling falling quickly. “well, you could’ve told me before.” he sighed, shaking his head as he turned around to face you. 
“sorry, i thought i’d surprise you.” 
kento’s lips drew into a thinner line. “honey, please tell me gojo satoru is not in my house right now. he’s not welcome here anymore, because the last time he almost destroyed our fucki—” kento glanced up, his words falling away as he glanced over your shoulder. “itadori. hello. i didn’t realize you were there.” 
you turned, releasing kento as yuuji gawked back at you. he’d caught in such a loving embrace with kento. yuuji’s normally stoic teacher was in the middle of swearing, blonde hair tumbling over his forehead. kento had replaced his suit with casual wear, and his contacts had been taken out. in place of them were wire-rimmed glasses. 
“nanamin!” yuuji gasped. “you look so different.” 
“yes, well, i apologize for my apperance.” kento sighed, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “i wasn’t aware we were having guests.” 
“one guest. its just yuuji,” you said, poking him in the middle of the chest as his professional tone returned, so easily taking over. “i don’t think he cares what you’re wearing.” 
“no, i don’t!” yuuji backtracked, eyes wide as he shuffled forward. “no, you look cool, you don’t look so…” 
kento raised his eyebrows, amused, even if yuuji couldn’t detect the humor in his expression. “so what?” 
the boy’s cheeks turned pink, embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “um—”
“you don’t look like you’ve got a stick up your ass.” you said, voicing yuuji’s obvious thoughts as you kissed kento on the cheek with a short laugh. of course, it was only to embarrass him further in front of his student. 
kento feigned a scowl, but didn’t push you away, his gaze firmly planted on yuuji. “that’s because i try to keep my relationships at work strictly professional.” 
“really?” yuuji grinned, stuffing his hands back in his pockets, his posture relaxing as he grew more comfortable in your home. “not very professional to marry someone you work with, is it?” 
you laughed loudly, already caring so deeply for the boy that you’d known for such a short period of time. 
“that was certainly an accident,” kento muttered, but his fingers lingered on your spine, tracing each of the bones. “i’ll have you know we were not working together when we got together.” 
“really?” yuuji’s curiosity spiked. “how long have you been together, then?” 
you thought back to when you were teenagers, when kento had a haircut that he had since regretted, and smiled mischievously. reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through old photos, back from when you were just kids, the images grainy and of much lower quality than the ones from your recent vacation. 
“hey, don’t show him those!” kento protested. he reached for your phone, but you scrambled under his arm, stretching your hand out to give yuuji the device. “itadori, don’t—” kento’s voice held a hint of panic, his cheeks hot with embarrassment as he grabbed you around the waist, trying to stop you from giving yuuji the phone. 
but it was already in yuuji’s hands, and you laughed loudly, knowing that while you looked a little more awkward than you did now, your appearance had changed near as drastically as kento’s. 
yuuji squinted his eyes at a sixteen year old nanami, blond hair long enough to reach his eyes, dressed in an all black ensemble, an earbud in one ear. kento was hardly smiling, but you beamed next to him in the photo, dressed more childishly than you were now, but just as pretty. the image from when you still fumbled around each other, unsure how to admit that you were both in love. 
a roar of laughter left yuuji as kento’s expression fell, and he released you, snapping the phone out of itadori’s palm. “that’s you, nanamin? no way. how did you…” yuuji glanced between you, squinting his eyes. “well, i guess looking at you now it makes sense.” 
“i know,” you agreed, covering your smiles with your palms. “we looked a little silly together back then. i saw the potential in him, but satoru certainly loved to make fun of us, didn’t he, ken?” 
“i have absolutely no desire to relive those days.” 
yuuji laughed. “you were just like fushiguro, i bet!” 
“scarily similar,” you agreed, as kento rolled his eyes beside you, putting your phone in his pocket to keep you from scavenging any older photos to share with the kid. “and he still loves to listen to—”
“don’t finish that sentence or i’ll save this dinner all for myself.” 
yuuji eyes flew up to his hairline, but you just snorted, knowing that kento’s threats were about as scary as a puppy.
“he’s still sensitive about it,” you whispered to yuuji. “gojo and his friends made fun of him all the time.” 
“oh really. just me?” kento retorted under his breath.
“you must have been pretty popular, then!” yuuji grinned. “if you were friends with gojo. he said all the girls in school loved him!”
kento made an irritated sound, stirring the spoon roughly against the pot. “well, satoru is the last person you should listen to. he has an ego bigger than the sun. and my wife is leading you astray. she was not similar to satoru, she was painfully shy, and it took weeks for either of us to talk to each other.” kento took the pan off the stove, peering over his shoulder at you. “and she is very lucky i love her too much to dig up any embarrassing stories of her.” 
“well, stories about me aren’t that interesting anyway.” you laughed, pointedly turning your back to kento. “yuuji, the good news is, i’ve got some more photos in kento in the old photo books. let’s go see them!” 
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“Just one more. For me?” Nanami’s breath is hot on your ear, tugging your lobe between his lips. He’s working overtime to pleasure you, pressing the fluttering vibrator deep into your clit, slipping it up and down your leaking cunt after every climax, only to smear your cum back onto your swollen bud. He’s still fully clothed while you’re sat completely naked on his lap on the couch, legs spread wide for him, your face buried in his shoulder, moans muffled against the fabric of his t-shirt that’s damp with your drool. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, holding onto him for dear life while his free hand massages gentle circles on your back, as if he isn’t just wrecking you apart right now. 
“Too much,” you stutter, giving him yet another orgasm. It’s your third of the night. He asked for one more after the first, then again after the second. And, of course, he asks again, as he turns off the toy, setting you beside him as he shrugs his pants off his legs. “Another. Please?” he coos, giving you a naughty grin.
You nod, lying flat on the couch, spreading yourself wide for him once more. Your eyes are hazy watching him stroke his cock vigorously in his fist, licking his lips while he positions his head between your legs. When his tongue laps at your arousal, you let out whine, sitting up to stare at him. “Kento!” You were expecting him to fuck you, not eat you out. Not that you’re complaining. 
He reaches his hand up to your chest, pushing you back against the couch, fondling your breasts. “Just one more, like this.” His lips latch onto your sensitive clit, slurping and sucking on you like he hasn’t already made you come three times, unrelenting and vicious. You whimper from the sensation, knees wobbly, toes curled into the cushions, vision blurry as you gaze up at the ceiling, reaching your fourth high. He chuckles into your skin, giving you a wet smooch on your bud before nuzzling into the plush of your inner thigh, humming. “That was a good one, wasn’t it?”
You relax, pussy fluttering around nothing, still feeling the euphoria coursing through your body. Before you can properly process what’s happening, too fucked out to think straight, he drapes your legs over his shoulders, fingers wrapped around his veiny shaft, tapping his cockhead on your puffy clit. He flashes you that winning smile you can never deny, eyes hungry for more. “Last one, I promise.”
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sexlapis · 4 months
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[◉°] … NANAMI KENTO & Y/N BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT… 429k views
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꩜: actor!nanami x actress!reader
⤷ a short compilation of y/n & nanami moments!
sfw, fluff, accidental kisses, ooc nanami kinda
. art credits to @/osusiudon on twitter
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౨ৎ first clip
“whereee is nanamiiii?” you whine, filming yourself as you walk around the set, trying to find your favourite cast member. you walk through a door. “nanamiii-oh there he is..”
you look surprised and then you tell the camera, “shhhh..nanami is asleep..”
you tiptoe towards where he lays passed out on a couch with his costume goggles right beside him. you turn the camera around to face nanami, his mouth agape as little snores passed through.
“awwww.. he looks so cute..”
you put the camera close to his face, making nanami look funny. “haha..i’m so keeping this-”
nanami snorts suddenly and shifts in a rapid movement, shocking you and making you drop your phone on his poor face.
“ahh!” you cry. fumbling ensues before you get your camera upright again, pointing it at a now awake, disappointed looking nanami, sitting up on the couch as he stares at you blankly. his hair is messy, tie askew and his eyes tired.
“sorry nanami…did i wake you??”
“…”
“…”
nanami sighs and rubs his eyes. “i don’t know _____. did you barge in here, record me and drop your phone on my face?”
“…oops?”
nanami stares at you some more and then you pat his head in apology.
“sorry, nanamin…”
he sighs again. “why are you like this…”
౨ৎ second clip
the paparazzi secretly filmed you and nanami exiting a store (which they had followed you both to). now of course, fans criticised said paparazzi, but after seeing the video themselves…they couldn’t be all that sad about it.
you and nanami walk out of the automatic doors, arms linked and nanami carries the shopping bag.
you’re eating your little treat, strolling with nanami to the sidewalk when he points to your shoes, noticing that your laces are undone.
he speaks and you just shrug, continuing to eat, uncaring of your unlaced shoes that are a hazard.
nanami has you hold the grocery bag temporarily and then kneels down and ties your laces securely, all the while you chew on your food and smile down at him.
he stands up and takes the bag from you to carry once more. you inaudibly talk before linking arms with him again and resting your head on his shoulder while you both walk away.
౨ৎ third clip
the director yells cut and you are immediately running towards nanami and throwing your arms around his shirtless waist, careful to avoid the very intricate, realistic body paint covering half of his body.
“nanami! please don’t dieeeee!” you cry, looking up at him, “who’s going to be my emotional support actor?”
nanami huffs and pats your back, “_____…i won’t disappear..i’ll still be on the set…”
“it’s not the same!” you grumble into his chest. “it’s like you died for real!”
“no it’s not. i’ll visit everyday until this series ends.”
“really?” you look up at him, eyes glossy, “you better not be lying. promise?”
“yes, i promise.” he sighs fondly.
“okay..”
still hugging him, you turn to look at the camera and blatantly check out his shredded torso and thick, strong arms. nanami just stands there, confused.
you rest your head on one of his pecs, looking at the camera and smiling. “i get to do this everyday, you know.”
nanami scoffs and shakes his head at you. you are unbelievable.
౨ৎ fourth clip
you and the a few members of the cast of jujutsu kaisen had agreed to play a game of “silent library”for charity and nanami had agreed to play too, which shocked both the cast and the fans considering nanami rarely participated in games like this.
nanami has struck luck so far but it runs out on the sixth round.
the cards are handed out and suspense rises when you all quickly flip them over.
you groan out loud before slapping a hand over your mouth when you see that you’ve received the death card.
looking around, you notice that nanami and gojo also share the same card, and you point at them confused, while the members who are safe sigh in relief and thank god.
nanami closes his eyes and gojo slumps in his chair dramatically, making a weak noise in his mouth. you snort. you’re quickly hushed.
the name of the game is presented, “suck and blow”, and poorly stifled chuckles ring around the room. you rub your eyes, already dreading what’s about to come.
gojo eyes you, making a come hither motion with his long finger and swear at him silently. nanami is silent and looks between the two of you blankly.
the aim of the game? all three players must pass plastic card between them with only their lips.
your head falls onto the table, gojo is grinning and nanami is, as always, sighing.
the three of you sit on stools, with yourself insisting on being in the middle.
“i could’ve sworn i’ve had a dream just like this…” gojo whispers and nanami is leaning all the way around to smack the back of his head. gojo gasps and utahime scolds at him to shut his mouth.
the plastic card is given to gojo and the timer begins. he sucks it to his lips, cheeks hollow and he looked very stupid. gojo grabs your head and presses the card to your lips, making it seem like you are both kissing. you grunt and begin smacking the side of his face. suppressed laughter can be heard around you as you forcefully pull away from gojo.
you purse your lips, holding the plastic card on them as best as you can and turning to face nanami. he leans in, ready to get this over with.
it happened so fast.
nanami’s face is close to yours as you move to transfer the plastic card to his lips..and then the card falls.
it falls and you’re kissing nanami for half a second.
you gasp and pull back, embarrassed and covering your face.
you hear a squeal, a loud gasp and shocked laughter as you drown in shame. nanami sits there, fiddling, not knowing what to do with his hands and his face is clearly pink.
gojo teases you both to no end and the timer is already up.
it’s safe to say you all lost that round.
౨ৎ fifth clip
nanami is forced to go on a talk show (as he claims his manager made him do it ).
his responses are perfect and polite - nanami clearly has some sort of media training or an upper class background of some sort. it’s like nothing could catch him off guard whatsoever.
nanami is talking and then, the host interrupts. “are you and _____ dating?”
the audience chuckles and nanami is caught off guard. “wh-what?” nanami breathes out, a blush rising from his neck to his cheeks. “what?”
“are you and _____ dating?”
“no…” nanami clears his throat, gulping, “no of course not…”
“what do you mean “of course not?” do you not like _____?”
“what? of course i like-” nanami cuts himself off with a deep sigh and the crowd laughs at his embarrassment and fluster. “_____…_____ is a lovely woman, she’s a respected colleague, a valued friend, she’s-”
“well since you like her so much, let’s bring her out!” the host flings his arm out in the direction of the entrance stairway, “give a warm welcome to _____!”
“?”
the crowd is screaming as you walk in, waving at them with a warm smile on your face and sit next to nanami.
nanami looks at you, face red. “i-”
“don’t let him stop you.” you say, referring to the host’s interruption and the cheers erupting from the sea of people. “keep talking about me!”
nanami sighs. “shit…”
౨ৎ sixth clip
you’re being interviewed on the red carpet by a boisterous, joyful middle aged lady who asks you many questions, one of them being, “fuck, marry, kill”.
“okay fuck, marry, kill with getou suguru, nanami kento and gojo sa-”
“easy,” you cut in, not even hearing the rest of the question, “fuck getou, marry nanami and kill gojo. easiest question i’ve had so far!”
on the other end of the carpet, nanami is being asked the same questions except with actresses, one of them being you.
“fuck marry kill - utahime iori, _____ or shoko ieiri?!”
“marry _____, fuck utahime and kill shoko. goodnight.” he abruptly walks away, not even waiting for the interviewer to respond and leaves them flabbergasted.
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a/n: feel like i rambled a lot in this one..oh well. also i’m not accepting requests for actor!nanami right now🤗🩷
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adventures of sugardaddy nanami kento and his frugal sugarbaby
nanami kento x reader ; domestic fluff ; suggestive
MDNI — 18+ interactions only
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you were probably the most frugal sugar baby nanami had ever met. given you were the only sugar baby he'd met.
he heaved a heavy sigh as his quiet footsteps came to a stop several feet behind you. you were clad in nothing but a shirt two sizes too big, a thin layer of sweat on your skin shining in the yellow light that seeped into his kitchen, steam swirling through the air as you scrubbed away.
"you know i have a dishwasher, right?" he huffed almost disappointedly.
you squeaked a sound of confusion. "why would i use that when i could just wash them?" you tutted as if it was the obvious answer.
he draped his body over yours, melting into you. "because the dishwasher came with the place," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, softly grumbling at the feeling of the small wet spots against your tummy. "i pay you to sit pretty, i didn't pay you to be a maid," he mumbled into your shoulder. "have you even bought anything for yourself with your allowance?"
a wide smile spread across your face, your posture perking against his weight. "yes!" you say proudly, "this dish rack and this scrub daddy!" you chime, holding up the yellow smiley face for kento to see.
your brows quirked into confusion as kento sucked in a slow, deep breath through his nose. "so... you bought me something?" he pointed out trying his hardest not to pinch the bridge of his nose.
you hummed in thought, "well technically i bought us something."
he seemed to slump heavier against you, "seriously, what am i to do with you?"
"praise me for my sound financial decisions and clean dishes?" you giggled, turning your head to plant a soft kiss against his cheek.
the grip around your midsection tightened, kento's body rapidly heating, "if it's praise you want, it's praise you'll get," his voice rumbled deep in his chest as he slowly pulled you away from the sink, uncaring that you weren't done yet. not even the running faucet was enough to keep him from pulling you back to bed so you can sit pretty exactly how he wanted.
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A/N : idk if i'll make this a series tbh i just wanted to get this out. it got me through washing a mountain of dishes lol ahhh I was also itching to post bc I missed you guys
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