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sanjisblackasswife · 3 months

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Black Fem! Cam Girl Reader in Mind

CW: Nanami has a voice kink, He’s a pervert, Uhhh, mutual masturbation, uhhhhh yeah pure slutty smut

Thinking about Nanami’s little dirty secret of him watching a specific cam girl almost every other night when he gets off work.

He don’t even remember when he started watching her, he watches porn like any other man yes, but as far as joining sex calls or live streams or even only fans just wasn’t in his interest.

However he misclicked a twitter link once and since then he’s been a regular watching her.

She’s has a relatively smaller audience since she’s new , no more than 40-50 people and doesn’t get many comments, but quite a bit of donations from anonymous perverts that ask her to do things like play with herself with a specific sex toy she has lined up.

It was a marvel to behold to Nanami, her beautiful figure plastered on the screen when he clicks her live, her pretty full legs spread so wide they get out of the camera. He swears he heard her mention she has been in gymnastics.

Her skin complexion was also what captivated him, she looked fake almost. Not in a derogatory sense, but it was astonishing how someone as beautiful as her has less than 100 veiws despite being so new.

Every night he comes home, mentally drained, throwing his clothes from one area of the room to the next, he’ll worry about it in the morning. As for now, it’s almost 9pm which means his favorite girl is about to start the show.

It started off as something he swore to watch once, get off, and never go back to the site again.

That was until he became addicted to the way she cums.

Something about it.

The way her left thigh twitch and jiggles signalling she’s close, her fatty lower lip being chewed on while her voice gets higher in pitch, the way how her eyes squint, but fail to keep focus as they roll back.

She sounds so fucking sexy when she cums.

She is so whiney and needy she begins to overstimulate herself which really drives Nanami over the edge.

“So greedy…” Nanami thinks as his strong fist grips the base of his dick, “Fuck keep going.

She plays with her breast a lot too when she cums on her little fingers, rubbing her clit in circles, bucking her hips at the camera.

It never failed to make the tired blonde man cum in seconds.

It’s been almost a month of this and he tries not to think about it too much. Watching her for a moment, getting off then immediately shutting off the laptop to clean up and go to bed.

but tonight he wanted to go a little further.

He never comments, he never donates, but tonight there was something in the air, maybe it was the new lingerie she wore to show off, maybe it was the need of seeing more of her. Though it’s been a month, nanami began to stay after cumming, watching her reply and give thanks to donations. He once stayed an entire live and honestly it was most he ever came in his entire life.

She was just so cute. Her voice was so delicate and sweet despite the slutty acts she was doing.

“Fuck it.” He though, clicking and typing away.

“Mr. John Doe has donated $150.”

“Oh!” Her voice almost purred in his heard making him groan as he laid on the headboard of his bed. “Thank you Mr. Doe. That’s so kind of you!…um…as a thank you do you have any requests for me tonight?”

Nanami’s breath hitched a little, her big doe eyes looking at the screen of her chat, she insisted she’d do almost anything and for a moment Nanami was going to just tell her to do whatever she liked but…

her voice. He needed to hear it more.

“Mr. John Doe has Donated $250: Moan my name while you play with yourself, it’s Kento.”

Her eyes widened at the message for a second leaving Nanami to sigh in embarrassment, why would he do that of course she’s not—

“Kento…that’s a really cute name.” She giggled, taking off the top of her pink and black set revealing her breast to massage, “Mkay! Thank you again, Kento..”

It was like her voice had a spell on him, immediately he lowered the waist band of his grey sweats and pulled out his dick and lube from his nightstand.

She did as told, teasing herself with her fingers on her clit, Nanami watched carefully stroking the shaft of his dick at the same pace as her,

“Kentooooo..” She whined throwing her head back., “‘Wish you were here to do this for me…’need you so badly..”

“Fuck..” Nanami growled, he wish he was there, one of his fingers are twice the size of 2 of hers, he knew he could have her cum way faster, maybe even squirt all around his wrist and hand, but alas.

He’s stuck w his own sticky seed flowing down his knuckles and palm. He overstimulated himself to the point he felt a tear fall down the corner of his eye.

“Ken! Kento!” Her voice pitched, she’s close, “Kento yes!”

The chants of his name while she falls flat on her back leaving nothing but her drooling wet cunt on screen left Nanami speechless, his cheeks were pink and hot, his hair no longer properly parter but flowing over his eyes he couldn’t take it. He wish he knew her real name and not username to moan with her.

“Hah…” She breathed moving back towards the camera, she started sucking on her own wet sticky fingers, and that made Nanami’s cock twitch , she’s such a dirty girl. “Hope it was to your liking, Kento. Thank you for the donation!”

If only he could give her more than a few dollars and stupid requests.

Maybe.

Part 2 Here

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rinrinx2 · 1 month

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Their Ideal Type JJK Men

Summary: What acts you put on that gets them going in the bedroom.

Characters: Sukuna, Toji, Getou, Nanami

Warnings: Mature content, Smut

Sukuna

His type is the submissive type.

He likes a woman who’s desperate for him, that follows his every word but also shy enough to not be making demands in the bedroom.

He likes fucking you in doggy, seeing how much you arch your backs tells him how desperate you are to get fucked.

If you want him to go faster you better not tell him, the only way his going to go fast is by how loud you moan.

The louder the moans = the faster and deeper he goes.

His face will remain neutral while his fucking you the first round but once you cum is when his expression changes. Then his smiling like a mad man watching as you get overstimulated from his cock.

“What’s the tears princess?” He’ll laugh out sadistically.

Your cries of overstimulation are nothing but music to his ears, so don’t expect him to stop even if you give him the water works because the only liquid he wants to see is from what’s in between your legs.

“ Please, I can’t anymore” you beg out as you felt being stuffed for what was the fifth time.

“You better shut that mouth before I fill it as well”

Getou

His type is a woman who’s willing to serve and make him happy.

Similar to Sukuna he likes them submissive, but not to the extent that he needs to tell you everything.

You’re a big girl you know how to take cock, or that what Getou tells you.

Loves it when you put on a show for him.

Watching you strip down to sexy lingerie for him as you try your best to impress him.

And he is impressed, impressed enough to give you the reward of fucking you.

When he fucks you his moaning into your ear, he knows when you hear how needy he sounds your pussy tightens up just the way he likes.

“Ahh you’re so tight around my cock” he praises, feeling as you get tighter.

But once he gets tired his putting you on top, ready to ride and that’s when your submissive nature comes out, doing anything to make him happy.

“Just like that, feel my cock deep in your pussy baby”

Toji

His type is anyone that’s willing to do all the work.

Toji loves showing his dominance but at the same time he likes to take a break when it comes to pleasure.

So, he’ll let you take the wheel but he won’t let you get to cocky with it. His hands will remain on your hips helping you bounce up and down on his cock.

He loves watching the way your tits bounce up and down, with your nipples hard just inviting him to suck on them.

Loves the faces you make as his cock head hits against that spot making you see stars.

Is not the praising type at all, will say condescending things to motivate you.

“Come on princess, ride my cock like you mean” as he placed a loud smack in your ass.

And there’s something about that grin and the nonchalant look in his eyes that makes you want to prove yourself to him.

But his not a complete asshole, he knows that he doesn’t cum quick. So, once you’re tired of riding him, he lets you lay yourself down on his chiseled chest as he starts to power bottom you.

His going to fuck you ruthlessly from below.

The only sound being heard, is your cries of pleasure, the slick of your pussy and his sexy laughs as he listens to your pleases to cum.

But once he cums his a real gentleman.

“I love watching my cum drip out of you but here’s a towel princess” he says as he watches you struggle to get up.

“It’s fine, lay back down I’ll clean you up”

Nanami

His type is someone who has a wild side in bed, someone who’s willing to explore new things in the bedroom.

Nanami is known for being a routinely man, with a strict schedule but once he gets into the bedroom he likes to throw that all away.

So, a woman that’s not scared to explore new positions or toys is what gets his balls aching.

Coming home to see you in crotchless panties, or having you bend over to reveal no underwear has the blood rushing to his cock.

“Wet as usual” Nanami says as he lets his middle finger slip through your puffy lips as you remain bent over the kitchen table pretending to reach for something.

If his fucking you from the side his going to use a vibrator on your swollen clit so he can feel your walls tighten from the sensations.

Loves sensation play, ice, wax, blowing cold air on your nipples and pussy, his doing it all. And if you like he’ll let you do it on him.

He can’t decide on his favourite position yet because he still has so many more to explore with you, but fucking you in doggy in front of the mirror is definitely second place.

“Look how my cum is dripping out of you” Nanami says with a smile as he continues to fuck you from behind.

Is definitely considering getting a sex swing.

“Look it’s on special”

Gojo, Higuruma, Shia, Choso coming soon …

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squishycheekanon · 3 months

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Your Sukuna fic was so fricking hot! Pls pls pls write for Nanami!!!!!

SugarDaddy!Nanami x reader

Warning: 18+, smut, slight degrading, praise, age gap.

The music and chatter downstairs was drowned out by the bed creaking with each roll of Nanami’s strong hips. The blonde man twice your age had ditched the party he was hosting, completely abandoning his rich friends all so he could take you upstairs and have his way with you.

The bedroom was a sight indeed, lit candles scattered around the room, rose petals on the floor, and a pile of cash spread aimlessly across the king sized bed. A testament to Nanami’s comment about a week ago when you’d asked him exactly how much money he makes, “Enough to fuck you on.” Was his reply.

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, it was all too much. How were you supposed to cope when Nanami was absolutely destroying your poor pussy. And you were doing so well in trying to be quiet at the start of this, something Nanami wasn’t having at all.

“Don’t worry pretty girl, I’ll make it so you can’t.” He smiled tantalisingly, removing himself from you and heading to your closet before coming back with one of the many vibrators he’d bought you.

Your beloved sugar daddy slipped it inside your clenching cunt, pressing the on button on the remote. You became a moaning and whimpering mess even before he’d slipped back inside you groaning at your tightening pussy.

“Dumb little bunny, all you know how to do is spend my money and take my cock.” your hole stretching around him in a way that made him look at you with an animalistic grin.

He watched you ravenously, your lips parted and wet and fuck he wanted in. His mouth crashing onto yours sinfully pushing his tongue in, licking into your mouth. Nanami’s large hand coming up to grip your jaw potently, it leaves you breathless just like the kiss.

He groaned his head thrown back in the throes of passion, sweat trickling down his thick skin, blonde hair slicked back with little strands falling over his brown eyes. He was fucking perfect, in his own world of desire the deeper he fucked you and all he could manage to say was, “Fuck that’s it bunny.”

Pleasure burns through you, it’s hot and almost hurts as he thrusts deeper each time, it makes you moan, wanton, crude, dirty. He’s hitting that rough patch so deep in your cunt, striking it viciously, desperately until your body becomes ridged and even you don’t recognise the sounds that slip out of your mouth.

His large arms enclose around your waist, one hand toying with your hard nipple, fucking you through your high until you’re completely spent.

You’re catching your breath when your gorgeously large man says, “That’s one bunny.” he chuckles deep and heavy, the sound spreads across your sweet glazed skin, a shiver racking through your exhausted form. There was more to come, he was going to pull as many orgasms as he could out of your helpless body and when you can’t take anymore, he’ll tell you that you can. Because he knows you can.

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ayyy-pee · 5 months

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Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Story Summary: Following his mothers passing, Nanami inherits his family's rundown bakery. With the bakery on its last leg, Nanami reluctantly takes on the task of trying to save what his family has worked to keep for decades, but he can't do it alone.

Genre: Bakery/Coffee Shop AU

Warnings: Workaholic meanie Nanami, employee x boss relationship, but also enemies to lovers, death, grief/mourning, profanity, jealousy, fluff, angst, Nanami owns a bakery, parental loss, Nanami is bad at feelings, I don’t know if I’ll do smut for this one but sexual tension, mutual pining, Nanami is sort of an asshole here

Art by: Ilameys + (Unknown artist (right pic). I'd love to credit the artist so if you know who it is, please let me know!)

Chapter 2 - Wienerbrød

Chapter Summary: You try to bake something new!

You kick your shoes off as you enter your apartment. With your phone wedged between your ear and your shoulder, you groan in irritation as you storm into your living room.

“I’m telling you, Shoko. This guy is such a fucking asshole. Shut me down the second I asked him a simple question,” you’re ranting as you flop down onto your couch. “He’s got to be the most pessimistic person I’ve ever met. He did nothing but pick apart the entire bakery and tell me how shitty it was, tried to establish some strange dominance thing in the kitchen after offering me the job… the kitchen,” you stress dramatically, wavering your arms as if Shoko can see you. “My domain! Can you believe him? He doesn’t give a shit about the actual bakery. He’s a total businessman type. Stiff, boring as hell and a dick. I don’t know why I said yes to the position. I’m going to hate my life.”

You exhale sharply once you’ve finished your tirade. On the other end of the line, you hear your friend inhale deeply. You didn’t have to ask to know she was sucking on a cigarette, likely almost finished with it and prepping her second, maybe third. After a short beat of silence, you hear her exhale. “Hmm, is he hot at least?”

“Extremely,” you admit through gritted teeth, rubbing away the tension quickly forming between your brows. “That’s the worst part.”

You hate to think it, you loathe to admit it, but Nanami was so very fucking attractive, like stupid hot and it pissed you off! Those thick arms practically bulging through his dress shirt, those veins that exposed themselves and ran enticingly along his forearms when he rolled his sleeves up. His chiseled features, those sharp cheekbones, even his frown was attractive. And god, you didn’t even want to think about his waist.

Anyone with eyes could see Nanami Kento was an insanely beautiful man, modelesque even. But it only served to piss you off more. His constant gloomy attitude was so off-putting, it almost took away from his beauty, like a rain cloud threatening to cover a blue sky.

“Anyway,” you sigh, putting a stop to your own thoughts as you stare up at the ceiling. “That’s beside the point, Shoko. He’s an asshole, but it’s obvious he needs help to get his bakery up and running. I think it’s family owned. He told me that he grew up in the bakery. Seemed miserable about it, though.”

“Interesting,” Shoko manages, though she sounds rather disinterested. “Well if he had to pick anyone, he definitely hired the best person for the job. You’re annoyingly positive.”

“Okay, rude.”

“I just mean you’ll balance his negativity well. Just try not to let him walk all over you. You’ve worked with plenty of dickheads before. What’s one more?”

You hum, your mind already accepting your fate. “I guess you’re right.”

“You know I am. The guy clearly needs help and you love this kind of thing - taking something old, miserable and rundown and making it loveable again.”

You hum again, listening as Shoko blows out another breath of smoke. “And who knows? Maybe you’ll do the same for the bakery, too.”

“Right. Wait– what?”

“I gotta go. I’ll call you later.” She says, voice light with humor. The line goes dead and you roll your eyes at your friends comments as you let the day's events wash over you. Nanami said he wanted to sample some of your desserts on Monday and see some new recipes. You can do that.

The moment you’d stepped into the bakery’s kitchen, your mind raced with possibilities. You felt at home there. The kitchen felt like it had been loved, like it was properly used and cared for, albeit old and a little rundown. That was okay. It gave the kitchen personality and you loved that. You wanted to continue giving the kitchen the love it deserved.

Nanami told you he’d grown up in that kitchen, but he truly seemed to hate even being in the building. You tried to picture a chubby little blonde boy with his arms crossed and a scowl etched across his face standing in the kitchen covered in flour and icing. Adorable, but definitely not the man you’d met today. You wondered how it came to be that he now owned this bakery when he seemed to despise it.

And you wondered if there was a way to get him to learn to love it again.

You shake your head, pushing the thought away. It wasn’t your job to turn his frown upside down, so to speak. It was your job to make sure the bakery was successful as it’s Head Baker and that’s what you intended to do.

- - - - - -

The weekend came and went just as quickly and now you find yourself standing in the kitchen of the bakery with Nanami as the sun barely begins to rise over the city. You pile your notebooks onto the large metal table in the center of the room. Nanami reaches over, taking the notebook sitting atop the stack.

“Are these your recipes?” He asks, flipping through the pages.

“Yep. These are some pastries I created on a whim. I was thinking we could go through and select what you like, maybe tweak some so that they fit more of the vibe you’re going for with the bakery. Or are there any pastries you’d like to keep from the previous owner?”

Nanami’s dark eyes shoot up from the notebook to look at you. You hold his gaze, trying to find anything behind those eyes aside from the clear hatred he holds for this bakery, but you don’t. It’s frustrating.

“No,” is all he says.

“Okay…well, we can start from scratch then. Let me know what you see that you may like.”

Nanami replies with something between a grunt and a hum. “I’ll review a few of these and will follow up. If you want to get comfortable and organize the kitchen to your liking, go ahead. Please try and have a sample pastry ready within the next few hours.”

He turns to go into his office without so much as a look back.

You sigh, trying to get used to this silence you were sure you’d be working in everyday whether Mr. Nanami was there or not. You couldn’t wait to establish a menu so you could bring staff on. At least then you wouldn’t feel so alone.

You wander through the kitchen with a notepad, looking through all of the smallwares and jotting down what you see in case you need to place an order. There seems to be many of the supplies you need here already and in good condition - spatulas, mixing bowls, flour sifters, icing tips. The bakeware also seems to be well supplied with an array of bread pans, muffin tins and cake pans. This place was fully stocked as far as you could tell.

You shuffle over to where three mixer appliances sit on a counter against the wall, setting your notepad down to inspect them. They’re a little older, but they turn on and mix just fine. You’d bet they mixed better than some of the newer models. You decide you’ll keep them.

As you lean one of the mixers over to check its condition, you find a small booklet lying underneath the stand. You pick it up, gently setting the mixer back down before you open it to inspect it. It’s a tiny black leatherbound journal with very faded gold lettering in a language you definitely don’t know.

And you? Well, you’re nosey as hell, so you carefully peel back the cover, taking in the elegant writing etched onto the first page.

To my baby boy

There’s some strange writing scrawled beneath this in what looks like English letters. You can’t really tell, but it seems to be some message in whatever language this is. You turn a couple of pages and let your eyes roam over what’s written within. The rest of the pages you can read fairly easily as they’re in English. You can see immediately that these are recipes. The booklet is full of pastry dishes, both sweet and savory. They appear to be foreign pastries and you feel your heart race with excitement as you imagine making them because while you were adventurous with your baking, you’re positive you haven’t tried to make any of these.

And Nanami did want to sample your baking, so why not give him something he’s not going to see in your portfolio?

Eagerly, you begin moving through the rest of the kitchen equipment, taking out what you need to begin.

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The kitchen is full with the smell of fresh dough baking. The quiet hum of the ovens working calms you as you sift through the recipe in the booklet you’d found earlier. You decided to make one of your original creations while also trying your hand at this new mystery pastry in case Mr. Nanami liked both…or one…or none. Shit, you didn’t want to imagine him not liking either.

You stare down at the ingredients already in the mixing machines.

“Alright. So, water, 2 large eggs, a teaspoon of salt, unsalted butter, active dry yeast…” You read through the remaining list of ingredients until you reach the end. “And now…flour?” You squint down at the notebook, the words scribbled messily on the paper, time having faded the ink. You can’t really make out the measurements written out. It looks like 2 ½ cups. You’ll try it and hey, if it doesn’t work, you’ll simply adjust the recipe to find the right mix. Easy.

Just as you’re sorting through the measuring cups, Nanami emerges from his office with your journals, mouth set in its usual hard line as he makes his way to you. He sets the books down, and you swear you see him inhale the sweet scent of the pastries currently baking in the oven before softly exhaling. You open your mouth to say something before quickly shutting it because he’s back to business in about .02 seconds. You really can’t read this guy, so you don’t try to. You redirect your focus back on to your task.

“These look good,” he tells you, his finger tapping on the book stacked on top. “I placed a post-it note on the recipes I think may work for the soft opening, but I’d like for you to make a sample of them beforehand. Maybe just a few a day.”

You nod, acknowledging his request but far too focused on scooping your guesstimate of flour. Nanami eyes you carefully, brown eyes staring as you carefully run your finger over the top of the flour. The excess falls carelessly onto the table and just before you pour it in, Nanami speaks, his voice halting your movements.

“What are you making now?”

“Hmm?” You ask, glancing over at him. “Oh, something called…” you peer down at the booklet, “Wee-ner-brod?” You’re one hundred percent positive you butchered that pronunciation, but how do you even pronounce ‘wienerbrød’?

Clearly Nanami knows because he surprisingly lets out an amused chuckle before he asks, “Wienerbrød?” With what you assume is perfect pronunciation. And you’re not sure why, but the sound of his deep baritone laugh makes your stomach twist in a strangely pleasant way.

“Yes! That!” You point to Nanami with your free finger. “I’m making…” you stumble your way through the pronunciation again and get another small laugh from Mr. Nanami which makes your own lips curl up in a smile.

“I didn’t know you knew how to make Danish pastries.”

“I don’t, but you don’t learn without trying.”

“True. What step are you on now?” Nanami asks curiously, coming up to stand next to you. This close to him, you can truly see just how large he is. Not to mention, he smells incredible. You ignore the way the mix of the aroma of baked goods and his cologne almost makes your eyes want to roll back. You’d never smelled something so tantalizing before.

Nanami calls your name and you clear your throat, trying to re-focus.

“Oh, um…well I’ve added mostly everything and now I need to incorporate the flour - about 2 ½ cups.”

“Your calculation is off.” He affirms gently, eyeing the measuring cup in your hand.

You snort, “Are you suddenly an expert in Danish baking or something?”

“I can throw a few things together.” He says and you peek over to see him rolling the sleeves of his very nice (and probably very expensive) shirt up to his elbows. Your eyes roam over, drinking in the sight of those thick veins that you couldn’t get out of your head over the weekend protruding from his forearms, the way his muscles flex with the slightest movement and you wonder for a moment what it would be like to grab onto those arms while he –

“As I was saying,” Nanami’s quiet voice interrupts your reverie. “2 ½ cups is close, but you actually need 2 ¾ cups for this recipe.” He reaches in front of you to grab a ¾ measuring cup and again, you’re assaulted with the scent of his cologne. Your mind erupts with thoughts of nothing appropriate for an employee to be thinking about their boss, but you can’t help it!

You blame it on that damn smile of his and that laugh. It’s thrown you off of your game.

Nanami takes the measuring cup you’re holding and replaces it with another. “You also need to use your hands to mix this.”

You might faint.

“Is that…” you lick your lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry. “Is that completely necessary?”

Nanami slowly adds small amounts of flour into the mixer bowl while kneading with his other hand. “It’s time consuming, of course, but it allows for more control over the dough. You can feel the dough's texture…if it’s too dry or if it’s too wet. From there you can determine if more water or more flour is needed.” You watch as his brows furrow in concentration, a little surprised by his knowledge around dough. Though it shouldn’t be surprising given that he grew up in this very same bakery. Of course he’d know.

And once again, your stomach does somersaults.

Damnit, he was definitely going to need to stay out of the kitchen if you were going to stay employed here.

As Nanami continues working through the recipe, you chat idly about general things. He tells you a bit about his time as a businessman, but doesn’t elaborate on what exactly led him to own a bakery. And you tell him a bit about yourself, trying to keep the conversation light as this was the most you’d both interacted since your interview and you’re surprised by how well it’s going. You don’t want to ruin it by poking and prodding.

As the conversation goes on, you watch him very carefully as he works the dough, ignoring the way your heart races watching him do the very thing you do almost daily.

“The end result should be somewhat sticky,” he states.

And oh god, something was getting sticky alright…and it lay between your legs. Your eyes are glued to the bulging muscles of Nanami’s forearms working the flour into a thick doughy substance between his large, thick fingers. Your gaze moves up his stupidly sexy arms, to his biceps straining against his shirt and you imagine him flexing so hard, it rips to shreds, falling in tatters to the floor. The cartoonish image almost makes you want to laugh. And you would have if your eyes hadn’t continued their journey, higher to his tight shoulders moving in circles as he presses his palms into the dough. Higher to the tension in his jaw, the muscles rippling as he grits his teeth with focus. The kitchen suddenly feels unbearably hot and you’re not sure if it’s the ovens running causing the temperature to rise or the view in front of you.

Nanami had never mentioned he knew how to bake. But why would he? It was your job to know. You also never thought to ask after the sour note your interview ended on despite you still being offered the position. You could not stand him upon first meeting and now here you were practically drooling into this batter over how incredibly sexy he was when he was baking.

Nanami slowly pours flour in again as he kneads the dough with expert precision. The way he grips it in his hands, the way his fingers deftly sprinkle flour into the mix. You wonder what else those big hands can do.

The oven timer dings and you snap out of your lewd thoughts, pretty sure sweat is forming on your forehead from your fantasies. You spin around quickly to slide on oven mitts before you pull the pans from the oven. You’d chosen to make miniature fruit tarts with a vanilla pastry cream. A simple recipe, but absolutely to die for. Setting the tray down, you return to Nanami’s side just as he finishes kneading the dough.

And you try to hide the frown pulling at the corner of your lips when you realize you’d lost your perfect view.

He moves to the sink to wash the remaining dough from his hands, returning with plastic wrap to cover the mixing bowl. “I hope you weren’t planning on completing that today,” He says before turning to head toward the walk-in refrigerator. When he emerges, you shoot him a questioning look.

“I was going to let the dough rise for a few hours while I worked on some other things.”

He hums in acknowledgment, but shakes his head. “For this dough, you need to do a long rise for the best result. Overnight is best.”

“Okay, you’re the expert Danish pastry baker apparently,” you tease, earning you another small chuckle from him and you feel your face heat up at the sound.

What is with you today?

“How did you come up with the idea to make Wienerbrød anyway?” He questions suddenly. “Just seems a bit random given what recipes you’d given me to review.”

“Oh!” You rush back over to the mixers excitedly and grab the booklet, holding it up for Nanami to see, a wide grin on your face. “I found this under one of the mixers. It has some strange language I can’t read in the front of it…I’m assuming it’s Danish? But some delicious sounding recipes from what I could understand when I skimmed through. I decided this would be a good idea to take myself out of my comfort zone to try something new.”

Nanami takes a step forward, squinting hard at the little journal in your hands. Suddenly, his eyes widen slightly and he snatches the book from your hold. He opens it to the first page, where the foreign message is scrawled down before he snaps the book shut, his lips pursing in displeasure.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs in clear irritation. “Next time you find something that is very clearly a personal belonging, please bring it to me before you take it upon yourself to poke through something that isn’t yours,” he snaps, his voice clipped.

The shift in tone takes you aback.

“Oh. I’m sorry, Mr. Nanami. It just seemed to belong to someone who knew their way around baking so I–”

“I didn’t ask for the reasoning behind your nosiness,” he cuts you off and you feel your own irritation begin to slowly rise. “Is this a habit of yours? Digging through people’s belongings and taking things that aren’t yours?”

You scoff, folding your arms across your chest defensively. “If you’d let me finish, I’m trying to apologize –”

“I don’t want an apology. I want you to show up here, bake and leave. Not spend your time digging through someone else’s belongings.”

You inhale sharply, trying to gather your thoughts. This conversation has taken an unpleasant turn and the last thing you want to do is have a blow up with your boss. You feel like you’ve actually made progress with him today and this feels like a setback waiting to happen.

“Again, Mr. Nanami, that wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to try something new. I had no idea this book…” you wave your hand in his direction. “...would be such a sore spot for you.”

At this, Nanami seems to bristle. “My sore spot,” he stresses the words, “is nosey employees who don’t just do the job I asked them to do. I asked you to make a sample pastry –”

“And I did,” you cut him off, gesturing to your tarts cooling on the table. “And I had enough time to try my hand at something new, which is why I wanted to try something new and present it to you.”

You sigh when Nanami meets your response with silence.

“What’s the issue here? You had no problem with helping me make this until you saw that book,” you say, pointing at the small black journal he holds. Your gazes lock in an intense staredown and even as Nanami annoys you, you can’t help but find his frustratingly pretty brown eyes completely mesmerizing.

Ugh, stop.

“The issue,” Nanami stresses, “is you sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“Excuse me? It’s just a recipe book. Why are you so upset about it? Is it yours or something?”

“Again, poking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“Mr. Nanami, with all due…respect,” you grit out the last word because he was really starting to piss you off, “if we’re going to be working together as closely as we are, there needs to be some trust here. It’s just a recipe book. I apologize for overstepping, but you can tell me why referencing this book to make Weenerbrod is such a big deal.”

You could swear you see the ghost of a smile on his lips just before he rolls his eyes, correcting your pronunciation of the pastry again, just as he turns his back to you. “You are my employee, I am your employer and that’s it. My helping you to bake a simple bread does not make us friends. Please complete the sample pastries I requested of you and we can reconvene once they’re finished. End of discussion.”

Nanami heads to his office without another word, slamming the door behind him.

You can only watch him disappear from your sight, seething. Left standing in the kitchen alone after yet another faceoff with your new boss, you’re suddenly reminded of your earlier conversation with Shoko.

Just try not to let him walk all over you. You’ve worked with plenty of dickheads before. What’s one more?

You resist going after Nanami and giving him a piece of your mind, instead following his instructions to finish your samples. You won’t push him. Clearly that little book meant something to him and he had no intention of sharing. And he was right. It wasn’t your business to know…

…But you can’t help feeling upset that the light mood of earlier is now gone.

You sigh, ignoring the pit in your stomach as your anger begins to subside. Instead, you move to the walk in refrigerator, gathering the ingredients to make the vanilla cream for your tarts.

Your mind is still racing with the conversation that just took place even as you mix your ingredients and pack the cream into the icing decorating bags. You realize for the first time since meeting Nanami that he wasn’t only this stoic tyrant that enjoys barking orders. He was someone with interests, someone with depth, someone who clearly enjoyed the art of baking the same way you do. You saw the look in his eyes as he guided you through making this pastry. And while you’ve barely known Nanami, you’re familiar with the look on someone’s face when they’ve participated in their passion. He looked…happy. Clearly, there’s more to Nanami than you know.

More to him than what he was willing to show you. For now.

You’re annoyingly positive.

Shoko’s words make you roll your eyes as they echo in her head. Because you know she’s right.

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hazzelle-kento · 6 months

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Cozy afternoon w/ Nanami 😴

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wifenanami · 29 days

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my face when someone says I can't marry Nanami Kento because he doesn't exist:

I carry his photo in my passport lol

#jujutsu kaisen #kento nanami #kento is my husband #nanamikento #nanami kento #nanami x me #nanami my love #I KNOW HE'S PIXELED #AND THIS DOESN'T STOP ME from WANTING TO MARRY HIM #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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shisnhou · 11 months

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astronomy

pairing: nanami kento x f! reader

genre: angst

wc: 1,5k

an: this is the first chapter of the story i will be releasing soon! tell me if you want more :)

marriage.

many people fantasize about being married.

to many, the idea of marriage is pure bliss. the thought of being together amidst the misunderstandings, pain, and marriage blues, the happiness, the shared home, the matching rings, the memories, creating a family, and the promises of forever regardless every arrow that shoots the heart of the relationship.

and as many wedding vows go, 'to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. this is my solemn vow.' they entail one of many things, but mainly, to be together and cherish one another regardless of what happens.

but to some, that wasn't the case, and you wish you found out sooner, you wish you found out that you were part of the some, and not that many.

marriage is the biggest scam that you fell for in your whole life. the vows, the wedding, the rings, every single bit and piece of it is a horrid scam that you find yourself to be the victim of.

the marriage that lays upon your shoulders isn't bliss and happiness, it isn't nothing but a waste of money, yet a waste of life as well.

the marriage that many gush of, the marriage that you once gushed about, has failed you. you aspired to be one of those people who walked down the aisle whilst their partner was crying as they stood by the altar, watching the love of their life walking down the carpeted floor. you once imagined yourself as one of those people who would feel delighted once the ring engulfed your ring finger, you once wished of kissing the one person you love before the eyes of many who bear witness to your love story tying the knot.

but now, the marriage you gushed about is the same marriage you are itching to end.

it no longer makes you happy— being tied down to this 'sacred' bond. the wedding ring hugging your ring finger barely even glimmers, unlike the one that your husband has abandoned on his dresser. rather, it feels heavy.

you thought you'd be all smiles after marrying the love of your life, but you've been crying more than you have been laughing, the tears you spared and still are sparing are not of happiness, rather, of pain and agony. the kisses that you two share send you not butterflies in your stomach, instead pins and needles.

there‘s no love in your marriage, no love in this 'sacred' bond. it‘s all pain, sadness, and hurt. you feel mocked every time you see a happy couple holding hands in the street, much like the way the wedding ring that has been collecting dust since your husband has left it on his dresser; he‘s left it there since your wedding day.

and the mockery becomes even worse when you're around family. the family that were there to witness your 'loving marriage'. the same family you keep lying to about your marriage.

"i can‘t you believe it. god, no one thought you‘d be the first to marry amongst us!" kiki, older cousin screeches. she talks your ear off about your marriage and all that, and you wish you were able to slip away and lay in bed all day.

you hate gatherings like this with a burning passion. to you, it was all bullshit, because half of the time, they were just giving each other backhanded compliments, and now it's become your personal hell because all they do is ask you about your relationship.

"hm, surprise i guess." you mumble, taking a huge sip out of your wine, thinking of an excuse to get out of her as soon as possible.

"not to mention, to a rich and handsome man!" well, you assume that‘s one of the good things about your husband; that he was rich, tall, and handsome. "how‘d you do that?"

"it‘s a long story." you lie, rolling your eyes to cover the hard glare that‘s threatening to lay itself upon your cousin just so that she‘d shut her running mouth.

"well, you better hold him close. you‘ll never know what could be goin' on when you aren‘t home." you hate her, you truly do. it‘s unbelievable to you, how one could look so nice yet spout the worse kinds of things to someone who didn‘t even do anything.

"why would she need to hold him down when she's got him at the palm of her hand?" shima, another cousin of yours butts before kiki could say anything more.

"well, y'know how men are, ma.." kiki trails, causing you to role your eyes once again.

not that you care. you quit caring not so long ago. caring is a hard job, a job that was fruitless. so, you just quit. not that it matters to anyone anyway, not even to your husband.

it doesn‘t matter. you barely matter. all that matters it that you keep your husband's perfect image of husband above sea.

"believe me, i know everything that goes down." trying to hold up your facade, you smile, turning your head to the other side, hoping that they wouldn't notice that look on your face. the look that no one else sees. the look that you hide from the world, even from yourself. "everything is all and well."

lie after lie, excuse after excuse.

your mouth runs words. empty words that you wish the people will believe, praying that they don't see through the hollow letters, the broken vows inside the house of lies.

yet as you smile, hoping that they'd stop interrogating you, you come to the realization that there's only so much you can do when he doesn't even try to uphold your marriage's reputation.

"but where is he, though?" kiki's boyfriend— hirugami— asks, wide eyes staring at you. "you said he'd be here. i'd love to talk to him! ask more about the stock market n' all that,"

his words are genuine and you know that he means no harm, however the urge to slap your hand above his mouth is making you itch.

you made nanami promise to make an appearance, and he said he'd try his best to show some face. but hours have passed since the appointed time and all you can do is curse him in your head and wish that his expensive polished shoes hit a brick wall and break.

"busy." is your curt answer, running out of excuses to make. "being a business man really works you up, you know? having to stay in the office—"

before you finish your words, the devil himself appears by the door. your eyes go wide, and unbeknownst to you, a spark of hope glints in your eyes.

"kento," you whisper to yourself, rising quickly to make your way to him. but before you're able to, your aunt is rushing to greet him.

"kento! we're glad you're here." she smiles widely, wrapping her hand around his arm, leading him into the house.

his eyes meet yours. your heart skips a beat. despite convincing yourself that you and him no longer have any kind of ties, your heart never fails to recognize the man you fell in love with, the man who still holds your heart in his hands.

"(y/n)," your name falls from his lips, and without even realizing it, your feet walks to him, right where he is.

your aunt looks up at him, one brow raised at the sound of your name, as if you were a stranger and he just called your name out of no where.

"i need to go to my wife first. i need to greet her first." he says, retracting his arm and eyeing your aunt.

your aunt's eyes widen, sheepishly she smiles and lets go while nodding. you smile at her as nanami takes a step closer. for the second time, your eyes meet his. you swallow, looking deeply into his grey eyes and landing on your arms on his broad shoulders.

naturally, his hands move to your waist, causing a shiver to run up your spine.

"kento," you inhale his scent, recognizing the masculine scent of his perfume that you bought him last christmas. "hey."

"hello, wife." his words are sweet, but his face isn't. his lips remain thin and flat, even when his lips come closer, even when they press against yours.

"how was—"

"kento!" hirugami, screams his name walking up to him and slapping his hand on his back causing nanami to jolt and turn his head. hirugami is oblivious to the one sweet moment that he disrupted. but you can't blame him, not when he has not a single clue as to what happens behind closed doors.

"hirugami." nanami sends you one last look before he turns around to meet the man and greet him properly.

internally you sigh, already missing and yearing the feeling of his huge hands around your waist.

"you really have go him wrapped around your finger, huh?" shima teases. "i've never seen a man as tall as him calm down when he sees his wife."

you laugh softly at her words, wishing that what she said was true, despite knowing for a fact that it's the farthest thing from the truth. "well, it's a newly weds thing."

she hands you your glass of wine and you take it from her, but not without clinking it with hers first.

"you're right, you newly weds are truly sweeter than candy." obliviously, she agrees.

as her words leave her lips, you wish that she would never see through your lies. hoping that your lies manifest. that one day, your wishes and prayers will come true.

yes, this is very much inspired by conan gray's song astronomy.

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 26 days

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I've been sitting on this comm because I was kind of shy to share it but here I go! Many thanks to the talented @valleymorow for this piece! I'm absolutely giddy. Also using this as my display picture.

#valleymorow #digital illustration #digital art #nanami selfship #self ship commissions #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nanami kento fluff #nanami my beloved #nanami x me #nanamin #nanami x vee #nanamine

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nanagoswife · 2 years

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Believe Me

Pairing: Nanami x afab!reader

Summary: Nanami may or may not be a bit jealous. However, he’s really bad at expressing it.

W/C: 4.2k

Warnings: hurt/comfort, sexual assault but nothing too serious, protective Nanami, jealous Nanami, dom!Nanami, unprotected sex, smut, piv, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), thigh riding (slightly), semi-public sex, elevator sex, elevator gets stuck, praise kink, slight decrophyllia, unintentional orgasm denial, biting, marking, slight hair pulling (m receiving), wall sex, I think that’s all

A/N: Part 2 for Nanami pov?👀

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There was a thick tension in the air as you and Nanami waited for the elevator. Well, it’s not like you were helping much with what you had just been doing. However, it’s not like it was your fault. How were you supposed to know that your, now, ex-friend would try to do that?

You were having a dinner and game night with Nanami and a few of your friends. Never did you think that your playful teasing would turn into that one friend pinning you to his couch and trying to kiss you. A shiver of disgust runs down your spine as you remember him whispering, “Nanami will never know,” before said man walked into the room.

When he had, he pushed the man off of you, escorting you to a safe distance before having a few heat filled words with the other man. Your once friend had said that you initiated it and the fact that Nanami actually seemed to believe it made your heart drop to your stomach. His gaze on you had been accusatory and you couldn’t believe that he still didn’t seem to believe you when you swore you hadn’t.

Tears were welling up in your eyes and, instead of listening to the rest, you walked to the door. Grabbing your things, you decided to wait outside of the apartment. Whatever Nanami has to say to you, you’d rather it not be in front of the one who did this to you.

Ever since Nanami joined you, he hasn’t even looked at you. That didn’t stop you from catching small glances at him. Each time you did, though, it just made you feel worse and worse.

Nanami’s eyes were staring straight ahead. His jaw was clenched and his hands in tight fists. Other than that, his expression was painfully neutral. So much so that fear began to build in you thinking that he was resigned to this. That he was done.

That thought alone brought tears back to your eyes. Your small glances stopped as you instead stared at the ground. To try and relieve the weight growing in your chest, you do your best to hug yourself. Comforting yourself, though, isn’t working. If anything it’s making it worse. Especially since the man you usually go to for comfort is standing beside you and seems to not want anything to do with you.

For that reason, you’re quietly muttering, “I’ll go stay at Gojo’s tonight.”

For the first time since you walked out of that apartment, you feel Nanami’s eyes land on you. It’s like his gaze is burning through you as you keep your own eyes trained on the floor. You’re afraid to look at him. You’re afraid that he won’t care. You’re afraid that this is the end.

That’s when you hear him sigh. “No. You’re not.”

Usually, you’d think those should be comforting words. Now they seem like an order. A command, really, as he turns back to the elevator that chimes its arrival.

You wait for him to step in before following. Even when Nanami leans over, pressing lightly against your back to press the button to the ground floor, you still don’t dare look away from the ground. It doesn’t matter that the small brush of his chest caused heat to rise in you. How can you focus on a feeling like that in this situation?

Once again, your thoughts begin to spiral. You begin to think of all the things that should’ve told you that your friend would act that way. Nothing really came to mind, though. It frustrates you because, what if you could’ve avoided all of this? Even then, you’ve known him since high school and never did you think he would do something like that to anyone. There wasn’t even anything that you could see that pointed to him liking you in a way like that. You just couldn’t understand why. Why would he do that so suddenly? Especially while you were in a relationship that’s nowhere close to new.

The elevator suddenly coming to a stop halts your thoughts. Confusion fills you as you bring your tear filled eyes to look at your surroundings. Despite your vision being blurry, you see Nanami standing beside the panel. His hand is hovering over the buttons but even his gaze is confused instead of being veiled by his earlier indifference.

That look isn’t kept for long once he looks at you. There’s something different, something that makes a different kind of shiver run down your spine. However you again chide yourself for having those kinds of thoughts in a moment like this.

“I didn’t do it,” you mutter finally. It’s quiet but loud enough in the stalled elevator for Nanami to hear. It’s the first thing you’ve said about this since everything happened. It also causes the tears to fall even more at the thought he might still not believe you. “I-,” a hiccup, “I swear, Kento. Please… p-please believe me,” you end in a shaky whisper.

There’s a momentary silence before he’s aking two steps towards you, pushing you against the elevator wall. It has your heart racing when you see the glint in his eyes. Simultaneously, it sends a rush of relief through you. You can’t assume, though, so you hold your breath as his hands find yours to pin them above your head. One of his knees parts your legs and he presses enough that you’re tempted to grind against his thigh while he transfers both of your wrists into one of his large hands. The other lands on your hip, squeezing it.

You’re not going to push your luck with him, however, so you instead keep still.

You’re tense as he dips his head, inhaling deeply before his hot breath fans over your neck. “Give me a reason to,” he says darkly before barely meeting your gaze, his attention mainly on your exposed collarbone.

Despite your current position, the doubt you had from before wins over as you look away from him. You feel your heart drop yet again as you feel fresh tears welling up. The feeling that he actually still would rather listen to your assaulter rather than you, his claimed ‘love of his life’, takes over.

“So,” you start in a small voice, trying to keep it from wavering the way it was earlier, “you don’t believe me?”

You can hear the hurt in your voice. Still, it doesn’t convey just how much this is affecting you. How could you when you’d rather wait to be alone before breaking?

Nanami’s full gaze is back on you the moment you say that.

You refuse to look at him. It doesn’t matter that he has you pressed up against the wall. It doesn’t matter that you know your cheeks are flushed and that you desperately want to melt into the warmth of his body pressed into yours. You don’t want this to happen out of some sort of revenge. That would be more embarrassing and degrading than what your friend had done. Especially if he were to break things off after this.

“Is that what you think this is about?”

“What else would I think when you haven’t even talked to me since it happened?” Your tone reflects the offence you feel. You try your best to push him away as you continue, “Or when it looked as if you believed him without letting me say anything? Or despite the fact that we’ve been with each other for years? What else would I think this is about, Nanami?”

Instead of stepping back as you push against him, Nanami presses you back against the wall. He’s firmer, his hand gripping your wrists just a little tighter as he leans into you more. His free hand grabs your chin, not rough but enough to get a point across, and turns your face towards his. There’s a glint of frustration in his features but, overall, it’s a softer look than before.

This only makes your tears fall more as he holds your chin in place.

“My name isn’t Nanami to you-“

“Stop,” you say as firmly as you can and you can feel the way he freezes. You squeeze your eyes shut as you continue, “I don’t want you to do this if it’s only to get revenge. I already feel used enough and I wouldn’t be able to take it from you.”

There’s a moment of silence and it’s deafening. All that can be heard is your struggle to inhale without sobbing out. It’s only made worse when you feel Nanami’s hold loosen and, for a moment, you think that this is where it all ends. He doesn’t pull away though. You notice that he’s just loosening his hold against you to turn it from rough to something softer. Still, you don’t find the courage to open your eyes.

“That’s not what this is,” Nanami whispers as the hand holding your chin slides to cup your jaw. “I’d never use you, love.”

“But you doubt that I wasn’t the one who initiated it, is that right?”

Even though you don’t want to, you open your eyes then. What you see isn’t what you were expecting. You were expecting to see your feelings validated. Instead, Nanami looks at you as if he couldn’t believe he was hearing what he thought he was. He looks almost offended that you’d ever think that. Yet, at the same time, it seems he’s trying to replay his reactions to find what could’ve made you think that way.

“No,” he says after a moment, slowly drawing closer to you, “I could never think that. Not when I saw the fear in your eyes.”

In the next moment, his lips are pressing against yours. You’re sighing in relief as his soft lips wipe all of your worries away.

“If anything,” Nanami breathes out as he momentarily pulls away from your lips, “I was a little jealous.”

Before you can say anything, to voice your surprise and confusion, his lips are back on yours. His body once again presses further into yours. It makes you whine softly when it causes his knee to press more firmly between your legs.

Then, in between kisses, he admits, “I was… upset that… he got to do that before me.”

Nanami doesn’t leave you any room to reply. In fact, you feel like he doesn’t care about your response. Not because he’s upset with you but because he doesn’t want you to relive that moment. It’s still fresh and, although he’s mentioning it, it’s for a purpose. His ultimate goal is to help you forget; he wants to turn your night from a negative one to something more positive.

“Now,” he starts lowly, “I’ll give you a choice.”

He leans in again only, this time, he presses his lips against your jaw. They lazily trail down to your neck as his hand squeezes your still pinned wrists.

“You can either let me see just how far your flushed skin goes,” he practically growls, pressing against you enough for you to feel his clothed erection against your hip, “or we can press the call button to get out of this.”

You were about to mention the fact that he was the one who stopped it until you remember something. His hand may have been hovering over the panel but he looked confused. It was as if he was going to press the button but it stopped before he even got the chance.

When you go to open your mouth to reply, Nanami quickly cuts you off by covering your mouth with his own. That’s when you realize he’s not going to let you talk at all. You’re not exactly sure as to why but it doesn’t matter. Not with the way his tongue dances with your own.

Still, he needs some form of answer and the way you melt into his kiss isn’t enough. So, you finally allow yourself to grind down against his knee.

The friction makes you let out a satisfied whine, your fingers curling to dig into your palms.

Nanami smiles against your mouth, muttering, “I wonder what he’d think.” Before you can ask, he continues, “I bet he’d be fuming to know you wanted me so badly after getting rejected.”

With that, you can feel his fingers, featherlight as he trails them down your body. They don’t stop until they dip under the hem of your skirt and underwear. However, he doesn’t touch where he wants you most. Instead, he settles for resting his palm over your mound. The tips of his fingers are just shy of your clit and it causes you to let out a frustrated whine.

“I’ve been waiting all night to have a moment alone,” Nanami starts again, pressing a kiss to the hinge of your jaw. “The fact that he took that first moment from me had me wishing I had pulled you aside earlier.”

His words only work to make you even more frustrated that he’s still not providing you any relief. Even his knee is just out of reach of grinding on now.

“Now I’m going to make sure you’ll never think of him again.”

With those words, Nanami is finally dragging a finger through your folds. It’s almost embarrassing with how easily it slides through. You’re soaking. You’ve known you were this whole time. It didn’t help that your boyfriend was just so hot when he defended you despite being jealous.

A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest as his dark chestnut eyes meet yours. “Just as needy as I thought. However, you haven’t let me give you any real attention.”

Your boyfriend lets go of your wrists as he sinks down to his knees. He makes quick work of pulling your underwear off, stuffing them in his pocket before turning back to you.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” he coos, shifting closer. You do as he says and you can just barely see the way he smiles before his lips press against the inside of your thigh. “I guess the flush spread all the way down here,” he lightly teases. “Too bad he’ll never know.”

You swear he’s moving at light speed as he throws one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up even more for him. A small moan spills from your lips when you feel his tongue drag through your folds, his arms wrapping around your legs. Your hands find the railing of the elevator walls, clenching on to keep yourself standing. You hate to admit it but this small dose of attention is already making you feel weak.

It’s not until you start to grind down on Nanami’s face that he finally gives you proper attention. His fingers dig into your thighs as he attacks your clit with his mouth. You cry out in pleasure, one of your hands moving to his hair to push him in more.

A chuckle escapes him, the vibrations adding to the stimulation he’s giving you. Your eyes screw shut as he sucks your clit into his mouth, your fingers tightening in his hair. Nanami is drawing you to the edge and quickly. It’s almost like he’s desperate to prove that he’s the only one who can do this to you. Even though he doesn’t need to prove anything.

Despite that, he seems as if he’s hellbent on making you cum as quickly as possible. Then it dawns on you. He’s desperate to make you reach your high. Not because he has something to prove but because he wants to get to something better. He’s prepping you quickly. All so that there’s less time that he has to wait to get to what he really wants.

This is new to you. Nanami is never one to rush things. Even your so-called ‘quickies’ are drawn out. You can’t count the number of times that you’ve been late or been suddenly pulled aside by your boyfriend because he wanted to indulge in the taste and feel of you. The ten minute windows would be drawn out to thirty, five to fifteen. For such a punctual man, he never sees any problem in making you or himself late when he wants you.

Now, though, that isn’t the case. Even though he’s rushing, he’s still making sure that he’s providing you with the same quality. It’s disorienting, really. Even though it’s something you’re used to, his speedy rendition has your head spinning with pleasure.

“Kento,” you whine as he once again sucks your clit into his mouth, one hand unwrapping from your leg to slip two fingers into your entrance. The hand you have in his hair tightens as you push him further in between your legs. He hums against you, fingers curling inside of you to hit your sweet spot.

Your high washes over you suddenly, unexpectedly. A high pitched moan leaves your lips as Nanami helps you through it. He drinks up every little drop, smiling when your walls clamp down around his fingers.

You had only just finished coming down from your high when Nanami stands. There’s hardly any time for you to admire the way his chin glistens before he’s bending slightly, his hands supporting the backs of your thighs before he’s lifting you. Your hands find his shoulders as you wrap your legs around his waist. His hands never leave the backs of your thighs as he presses his body against yours so you’re securely placed against the wall.

“Need you, Kento,” you murmur before pulling him in, slotting your lips with his.

He smiles against your lips, his hands kneading your thighs. Not being able to wait any longer, you bring one of your hands in between your bodies. You can feel him smile even more as you undo his belt and zipper. The way he shivers when your fingers brush over his cock has you meeting the desperation he feels.

“Maybe I should’ve done this before we joined our friends,” Nanami murmurs once you pull him from his underwear, lining him up at your entrance. “Or during,” he continues, once again trailing his lips down your neck as your fingers tangle in his hair, “I would’ve made sure he could hear you.”

Just as he says that, he presses into you. It causes you to tighten your grip in his hair as he stretches you out. You pull him in closer with your legs, a shiver running down your spine as he kisses a sensitive spot on your neck while bottoming out.

Nanami doesn’t give you much time to adjust before he’s pulling back and thrusting up into you. Mind you, it’s not like you needed much time with how easily he slipped into you. That also is the reason he’s not holding back and going slow. His pace is fast, each thrust pushing into you hard. It’s blissful and has your head falling back against the wall as he makes no error in hitting that spot deep inside of you each and every time.

You also can’t help but want him more with each word he says. There’s never been a moment you’ve seen him jealous and the fact that he’s voicing it; he’s describing the way he would’ve made that jealousy nonexistent. Each word, you know, is aimed to have that reaction from you.

It all is so overwhelming as he shows no signs of slowing down. Your senses get even more overwhelmed when one of his hands moves in between your bodies. He begins slowly circling your clit, your head meeting the wall again from the pleasure.

Nanami presses hot, open mouthed kisses to the exposed skin of your neck. He makes sure to kiss every single spot that he knows gives you goosebumps. It also drives you to pull him in tighter to your body. It’s the only thing you can do to tell him how good you feel. Words are impossible as you whine and moan. It’s a little pathetic how loud you’re being. You can’t help it, though.

“So tight,” Nanami grits out, his teeth grazing your neck. “Always so good for me. So glad that I’m the only one that gets to know how you feel.”

His words alone have you growing ever closer to the high you’re chasing. He seems to be doing the same as you feel him pound into you even harder. It’s sweet bliss that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his mouth meets yours.

You eagerly meet him in the kiss. Every single sound from you is swallowed by him.

“I wonder if he’d like it if we went back with my cum dripping down your thighs,” he growls, his fingers digging into the back of your thigh while his others draw tighter circles around your puffy clit. “You think he’d like that? Showing him who you belong to?”

If you weren’t in this situation, you would usually think he’s insane for suggesting that. Now, though, the prospect only sends a new wave of heat pooling in your lower belly. It makes you wetter, letting your boyfriend slide even easier into your abused hole.

A smug grin tugs at his lips as he notices this. “So you do?”

All you can manage is a whine, one of your hands now grasping at his clothed back as he drills into your sweet spot. Your high is quickly approaching but he’s still managing to drag it out.

Nanami hums, that smug smirk once again claiming his lips. There’s an extra glint in his eyes that you don’t catch onto until he’s speaking.

“Well, we can’t do that, unfortunately,” he starts, pressing his lips to the corner of yours. “However, there is something I can do.”

You can’t help the way your walls flutter around his cock. He hasn’t changed anything about his thrusts other than his accuracy. In the end, it’s making him groan before he dips his head to your neck.

There’s a moment where he just hovers over your skin, his hot breath fanning over your sweat covered skin. The pause doesn’t last long before you feel his teeth graze your neck. He doesn’t bite down, only tracing small patterns as he suddenly slows his thrusts.

Confusion fills you, a small sense of frustration filling you when your orgasm escapes you. That is, until Nanami presses a hard thrust into you, his teeth simultaneously sinking into the area between your neck and shoulder.

A whine escapes you from the sharp sting. At the same time, it only adds to your overall pleasure as he continues to press these slow, hard thrusts into your cunt. Your fingers grip tighter in their respective places as he eases away, using his tongue to soothe the pain.

Nanami’s pace slowly begins to pick up again as he sucks the skin he bit. It’s almost as if the bite wasn’t enough. He has to bruise the skin simultaneously to prove that you’re his.

“There,” he whispers, pulling away to admire his work, “now he’ll know that you only belong to me.”

With that, it’s almost like that concluded his business. Instead of drawing it out, he’s finally aiming for what you’ve been looking forward to. He’s angling his hips, once again hitting the perfect angle as his motions on your clit start back up. You’re moaning his name uncontrollably, holding onto him for dear life as he brings you to the edge again fast.

“S-so close!” You moan, pulling his head into your chest.

There’s a small growl that leaves Nanami as he adjusts once more, his fingers drawing tight circles against your clit. Your thighs are trembling, arms pulling him as close as possible as you brace for the tension in your core to finally snap.

“Let go. I’ve got you,” he encourages and it works. You’re practically screaming his name, your vision going white as your high washes over you.

It’s only drawn out longer and longer with the way Nanami is still pounding into you. His thrusts are growing sloppy, though, as you feel him tremble. You know he’s close and it’s not much longer that he’s cumming inside of you from the way your walls squeeze around him.

Minutes pass by as both of you come down. You’re both panting before Nanami is pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is soft and slow, a complete 180 from what the moment was.

Then, “A souvenir for when you see him tomorrow,” he mutters as he presses a light kiss to the mark on your neck.

Confusion fills you until you remember. You’re supposed to be having a meeting with your ex-friend’s company. And he’s supposed to be there as well as you. So, there was an ulterior motive to your boyfriend marking you other than it being for experience.

Either way, you’d wear it proudly. Most of all, you’re hoping you can get a moment like this with Nanami again tomorrow before the meeting. Maybe then you can have something a little fresher to show that man tomorrow.

Now, though, the two of you need to find out how to get out of this elevator.

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@where-fantasy-meets-reality @thereluctantherosrose @fiona782 @rocknrollsoul76

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who-can-touch-my-boob · 4 months

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Guys I am a Gojo simp by heart, Nanami slut on the side and a Toji whore on the weekends.

But tbh Choso is growing on me, the way he is such a sweet big bro and looking after his little brothers aaaaahhh

#choso kamo #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #gojo satoru #toji fushiguro #nanami kento #choso x me #Gojo x me #nanami x me #toji x me #jjk

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getosscorpio · 2 years

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Forever Mine

Part 5: Stay with me tonight

CW: Nanami x reader, MINORS DNI, 18+smut, fem! reader, detailed smut, vaginal sex, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, missionary, dom/sub, size kink, praise kink, voice kink, dom! nanami, soft dom! nanami, pet names, Nanami and reader's first sex

Wc: 3,8 k

I was still lying in bed, too lazy to wake up. I opened my eyes and saw the empty bed beside me. He had probably left and had slept in the living room. I tried to stand up and I immediately realized that I was already feeling much better. The pain was away, and the wound didn’t hurt anymore. I walked towards the mirror and raised my t-shirt to see the scar. It was a tiny red scar under my left breast. Hopefully it was gonna fade away, I thought to myself. After washing my face, I came back to do the bed that my eyes caught the little note on the nightstand.

“Good morning! I will be away for a few hours. Feel free and at home. If you need anything, just call me or Ijichi. Take care, Nanami.”

How sweet of him to leave this note. I left the bedroom, and I was faced with the fascinating design of his house. The living room was decorated with dark furniture and the big windows made everything look much more gorgeous. On one side of the room there was a little bar with an expensive whiskey collection. After looking at the amazing details I finally went into the kitchen. It was connected to the living room and was separated through a dining open. I picked a sandwich from the refrigerator and sat on one of the couches. It was obvious how rich he’d become. Everything was amazingly neat and eye-catching.

After enjoying my sandwich with the morning view of Tokyo, I decided to take a shower but then I realized that I had no clothes to wear. My T-shirt was obviously Nanami’s, and my own clothes were probably torn or dirty enough to be thrown away. So, I went back into his room to find something else to wear. There was a walk-in closet connected to his bedroom. It was filled with shoes, suits, shirts and a bunch of ties. I looked in his drawers and picked one of his white T-shirts. I found my bag on the drawer and looked for my in-case panties. There was finally that one time that I used it. I took a shower and changed into clean clothes. I was combing my hair when I heard a notification from my phone. I picked it up and saw 2 missed calls from an unkown number. It was strange, cause since I was back in Tokyo, the only ones that had my number were Gojo, Nanami and Shoko. So, I just ignored it and didn’t actually think about it.

I spent the rest of the day sleeping and cooking Pasta for dinner. I thought it would be nice to thank him with a meal. It was already 8 pm and Nanami wasn’t still home. First, I wanted to call him but then I realized that he may’ve had a mission.

I was just about to go back to the bedroom as I heard the door getting open. It was him. Tired and probably frustrated. He left his keys on the sideboard and walked towards the couch.

“Hey, you got home.”

He noticed me as he sat down and glanced over to me, standing by the kitchen.

“Hey. Yeah, sorry it took long.” he took off his coat and loosened his tie. “How are you feeling? Did it hurt today?” He rested his head on the couch and stretched his legs. I walked toward him and sat on the couch infront of him.

“Well, yeah much better. It’s actually fading away. I think it’s thanks to Shoko.” I smiled but he had his eyes shot, facing thr ceiling.

“Yeah, she’s pretty good...”

“You want some dinner? I cooked Pasta for both of us.” my voice was too excited, damn it.

“Thanks. But you shouldn’t have cooked. You still gotta rest your body. "I’m actually not hungry anymore...” he opened the first two buttons of his shirt, eyes still shot.

I didn’t want to ask him, but I knew that something had happened. I wanted to calm him down, but I wasn’t sure if he’d talk to me about it.

“Alright then, take a rest. I think I'll go to sleep too.” I stood up and was passing him as he held my wrist with his left hand.

“Y/N, would you mind staying here?”

I was confused but then I took a seat next to him. I waited for him to talk. He laid forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

“I’ve never complained about being a sorcerer. Even when we were younger, I always appreciated my place. It’s an honor to be able to eliminate suffering. But then, there are days like this, when I realize that we’re all in a circle of killing...” he tilted his head to look at me.

“I’m not sure if I can take care of you. I’m not sure if I'm strong enough to hold all this misery away...” his eyes were full of emotion, yet unreadable as ever.

“You guys don’t have to take care of me Nanami. I’ll be starting my exercises again and be back at Jujutsu Tech. I don’t want you to-”

“I don’t give a fuck about the others. I don’t even want them to care. I’m talking about you and nothing more.” He stole his eyes and faced the window in front of us.

“Well, I'm not a child, you know?”

“Why don’t you understand? Isn’t it clear enough for you?” he clenched his jaw and looked back at me.

“W-What are you talking about?”

“I care, cause I fucking love you. Cause I've been waiting for you since the day you left. It’s been 8 years. I don’t wanna lose you again. How should I show it more?” I was confused and couldn’t believe what I was hearing. For a moment, it felt like I was frozen. So, he’s been loving me since then? Then why did he never show it to me? It all felt so surreal...

“But Nanami-”

“Kento, not Nanami anymore...” he turned his body to me and held my hands in his.

“I-I don’t even know what to say... it’s just-”

“You don’t have to say anything. I know you don’t have the same feelings for me and I won’t be pushing you into something like this.” he let go of my hands, but I held his again.

“It’s not like that...” he looked into my eyes with a questioning look.

“I want you too, Kento. I- I love you...” I stole my eyes from him and tried to look anywhere else but into his.

He moved forward and cupped my face with his hands.

“You know this was the first time I loved hearing my own voice?” he moved much closer, so our noses were brushing against each other. “You don’t have to tell me this right now. Take your time, think about it. I’m fine with that, cause I don’t wanna fool around. I want you to be mine, to stay, you know?” his voice was so low that it was hard to hear it. My heart was racing, and he could surely see how nervous I was. After all, this was the first time someone had expressed his love for me after so many years.

I was still looking at his legs that were between us.

“You’re not forcing me into anything. It’s just... it’s just that I'm scared about the future.”

“There’s no need to worry. Tell me that you’ll stay and leave the rest to me. I won’t let any soul get in our way.” he kissed my forehead and rested his on mine.

“I love you.” I murmured the words but still loud enough for him to hear them.

That was enough for him to do what he had been waiting for for 10 years. He gently put his lips on mine and started kissing them softly. My whole body was heating up and I couldn’t fight the urge to put my fingers in his soft hair. I kissed him back and as he felt my fingers in his hair, he pressed his lips more on mine. The kiss was almost turning into a make out session that he pulled away and whispered, “I’ve been waiting for this since the day I met you. But you weren’t mine, darling. How could I live without you for so many years?” his words were giving me butterflies, but they were full of pain. I could hear it in his voice.

“I’m not gonna go this time. I promise.” I hugged him tightly and put my head in the crotch of his neck. His scent was so addicting that I put small kisses on his neck. He tightened his grip on my waist whispered, “You know you’re already driving me crazy?” I chuckled softly and Lord, I could stay in his arms forever...

He brought me back to the bedroom and put me on the bed.

“Kento”

He was standing by the bed, watching me with adored eyes.

“Yes baby?”

“You’re not gonna stay with me?”

He sat on the edge of the bed and caressed my hair carefully.

“We don’t have to be this quick with everything. I want you to decide...” he said in a soft tone. “I’ll be in the living room, tell me if you need anything.”

I was duzzled by how gentle he was. He was literally holding himself back from touching me. But I knew that he wanted it more than I did.

“Good night, baby!” He kissed the back of my hand and left the room.

I felt kinda hurt but I knew he was doing this for me. My heart was screaming his name, but I couldn’t want more. He didn’t even use his own room since I was staying with him.

I tried to fall asleep and ignore the fact that Kento was so near to me, yet not by my side. I finally decided to do it already, cause I wanted him more than I could believe. He was sitting on the couch with his shirt off. His back muscles were shining in the dim light of the room. His glass of whisky was on the table, and he was scrolling through his phone.

“Kento” I said quietly to not scare him.

He turned his back and looked at me worriedly.

“What’s wrong? You okay?”

“I couldn’t fall asleep...” he waited for me to finish.

“...could you stay with me?” he smiled at me and stood up.

“Sure, I can!”

I wanted him to feel comfortable, but Kento was way too gentle to go that far. He went into his closet room and changed into black sweatpants and a white T-shirt. It was the first time I had seen him wearing casual clothes.

“So you took one of my tiny shirts, huh?” he said teasingly as he walked back to get on the bed.

“Oh yeah! It still looks huge on me.” I watched him turning off the ceiling lights and switching on the lamps on the nightstands.

“Come here.” he opened his arms for me and I crawled into them. He was caressing my back and I had my head on his chest. His heartbeat was calm and steady. I put my hand on his waist, but I suddenly touched his skin beneath his shirt. He gasped quietly and waited for me to remove my hand. Instead, I started brushing my fingertips over his skin.

He held my jaw and tilted up my face to face him. He put his lips over mine again and this time the kiss was much more heated. I gave him access to my mouth and he pushed his tongue in. I was feeling the hot core building up inside me. His hands moved down my body and he put them on my waist.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” he said between the kisses.

“Yeah Kento. I want you.”

“Shhh baby. If I go too far, tell me to stop, okay?” he said with his lips brushing over mine. I hummed in response and tugged on the hem of his shirt. He raised his upper body and took his shirt off for me. The sight of his abs made my pussy throbbing.

He hovered over me and kept on kissing my jaw down to my neck. His wet kisses were making my back arch and I wanted more of them. My hands were playing with his soft hair. He put his mouth next to my ear and whispered, “I wanna hear your voice baby. Don’t hold anything back from me.” his words made me whimper into his touch and he responded me with a soft grunt.

“Kento...” I moaned his name while he was still putting kisses on my collarbone.

“Hmm baby, tell me what you want.”

“I want you more...” I managed to build a sentence between my incredibly loud moans.

“More, yeah?” he pushed one of his knees between my legs to open them more. He pulled back and raised my t-shirt to take it off of me. I arched my back to let him take it off. He gently helped me and put the t-shirt aside. I was still too shy and put my hands over my breasts immediately.

“Baby” he lowered his face, “don’t be shy with me princess. Don’t you see what you’ve already done to me?” His hot breathing made my panties grow wetter for him. He slowly moved my hands away and his eyes were shining more each second.

“God, look at you. So perfect. So perfect for me.” he was panting by now and tried not to scream at his praises. He put soft kisses on my breasts and removed the strands of my bra off my shoulders and put his face between my breasts. “Aahhh... Kento...” I felt him smile against my skin and it made me moan even louder for him.

He unclasped my bra and removed it softly. As he saw my bare nipples, he growled under his breath and started sucking on my left nipple. I drowned my hands in his hair and pushed his head even more. His tongue was playing with my nipple and his other hand with the other one. I arched my back from the good feeling of his mouth and felt his hard cocked brushing against my clothed pussy. Even through his sweatpants, I could feel how hard he’d become.

He continued by sucking on both nipples and as he heard my moans and pleas and moved lower and placed wet kisses all over my stomach.

“It’s so good... aaahh” he brushed his finger over my wet panties.

“You’re so wet for me, huh?” his voice was raspy and full of lust. He kept on playing with my clothed pussy and placing kisses on my thighs.

“I love you so much” he pressed his finger on my slit, “love you more than anything, more than anyone.”

“Kento” I whimpered his name. “I need more... more”

He smiled gently and kept his eyes on mine. Slowly, he pressed a little kiss on my cunt over my panties and pulled them down. He removed them from my legs and opened them for him to get in between my legs.

My pussy was throbbing so fast for him. He rose and without touching me, he kissed my lips with his addictive ones. I cupped his face and pulled him down quickly. He put both his hands next to head and pressed his clothed cock between my legs. I moaned into the kiss which made him grunt and tilt his head to have more access into my mouth.

I moved my hand to touch him on his pants, but he held my wrist halfway and whispered, “let me take care of it sweetheart.” he kissed my hand and moved down between my legs.

I could feel my pussy dripping and I was kinda ashamed of it. He made himself comfortable and put his hands under my thighs to put them over his broad shoulders. The sight of him being between my bare legs was driving me madly crazy.

He groaned as he saw my dripping cunt.

“Fuck baby, you’re so perfect. Just lay back for me.”

He started by circling little motions on my clit. It made me squirm and hold tight on the sheets underneath me. The whole time he was holding eye contact with me through his half-lidded eyes. I shot my eyes as he placed a small kiss on my pussy. Then he went on with small kitty laps. His tongue was so soft and warm that it could make me cum right away.

“You taste so good baby, you’re the only thing I want to taste for the rest of my life.” he sped up and was making out with my pussy. My back was arching but he put a hand on my stomach to hold me still for himself.

“Kentoo.. D-Don't stop... aahhh” I squirmed and put one of my hands on his head to push him more into my pussy.

His nose was brushing over my clit and his tongue was abusing my whole. I was a total mess of moaning and squirming. He got back to my clit and played it between his lips and his tongue.

“I-I’m getting c-close... Kentooo, please...”

He sped up his pace and put his tongue into my hole. “Let go for me angel, cum for Kento.” he couraged me before playing with my clit with his digits. His words and his tongue were doing so perfectly, it didn’t take long until I came on his face between my thighs. He didn’t stop and kept on laping at my whole.

“...Too much...F-fuck it’s too much...” I arched my back and tried to pull his head away from my pussy. He waited for my cunt to drip out all my juices and he lapped them all off my whole. It took a few seconds untill I regained my senses.

He hovered over me and kissed my lips softly. I could taste my own juices on his lips. I put my hands over his neck and whispered to him, “Kento... I want you.” he smirked and pulled back. He made quick work of his pants and his boxers, sighing as his cock springs free.

It made me moan as I saw the red tip of his cock, pre-cum already dripping from it. His cock was perfectly shaped with big veins around it. He stroked himself as he placed himself between my legs again.

“I’m right here, not going anywhere. Just wanna make sure my angel still feels good about this.” he murmured as he continued stroking on his cock.

“Yeah Ken... just need you.” I whimpered, my pussy throbbing for his cock.

He lined himself up and brushed his tip over my clit. I panted from the hot touch of his cock. I couldn’t wait no longer, and my moans were showing him how bad I wanted him in my pussy.

He placed his cock at my hole as he hovered over me. Slowly pressing it in, but his brutal size wasn’t that easy to fit in my whole. I whimpered slowly and tears were already building up in my eyes.

“Shhhh babyy... I'm right here.” he kissed my tears and pulled out his cock to press it over my clit. He stroked himself a few more times before putting his cock at my hole again.

“Just relax for me. I got you babygirl.” he pressed his lips on mine and kissed me gently. With little pressure, he pushed himself in. I had my hands over his waist and held tight on to him.

“F-Fuck... you’re so tight Y/N.” he groaned as he slowly stuffed me with his hard cock. He rested his cock in me for a few seconds before pulling back.

“You squeeze me so tight baby.” he grunted and thrusted back slowly. His large hands found their place on my hips. There weren’t any words left to say between the two of us, just soft moans showing our desire for each other.

His thrusts got steady, and he was murmuring praises to my ear.

“You feel so good baby, I wanna fuck you just like this until morning. Your soft walls squeezing my cock so tightly...” his groans and whimpers were addicting to my ears.

I put my head in the crook of his neck as his pace sped up. I could feel the heat building in my lower abdomen turn hot. I held him tightly and he realized it.

“So close for me, huh baby?” he mumbled, the vibrations of his deep and raspy voice shot all the way down my spine and made me arch my back to meet his thrusts with my hips. “Go on then sweetheart. Cum on my cock, let me have it all, hm?”

His speed only increased and soon after I came for a second time. I was writhing beneath him, mewling and grasping at his shoulders, my nails digging in his back, and he groaned as he felt the start of his own orgasm.

“Fuck Y/N I'm gonna cum.” he said, when he felt my walls quivering around him.

He fucked me through my orgasm and chased his own high. His thrusts got sloppy. He groaned deep as he came with a deep grunt and shudder. I felt his cock twitch inside me as he emptied his load, his warm spurts of cum painting my insides.

We were both rendered a sweating, panting mess. My chest was still heaving, trying to catch my breath.

Slowly he pulled out and I immediately felt a dribble of cum leak. He kissed my forehead and laid himself next to me. He pulled me close to his chest and patted my hair. “Was that, okay?” he asked in his soft tone.

I snuggled my body into him, he felt so warm.

“It was more than okay. It was perfect.” I said softly as I caressed his chest softly. I felt his chest vibrate as he let out a chuckle.

“I'm happy!” he tilted his head and looked down at me.

“Now let me clean you up angel.”

rbs are appreciated <3

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actuallysaiyan · 10 days

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15 for you and Kento 😌

15. Do you prefer pleasuring your f/o or having them pleasure you?

Honestly, we fight about this. Not because we want to fight, but Kento and I are very giving people. We both want to pleasure each other until we can't take it no more. So usually this ends up in a lot of 69. We love to do it sideways a lot too, so we can just be lazy and pleasure each other to our hearts content. It's difficult when two giving people are in love. But the silver lining is that we always just end up making each other cum hard 🤭

#bacon.ask games #kento nanami #nanami x me #self-ship

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rinrinx2 · 7 months

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Ditched Dates

Vampire Nanami x reader

Summary: Sucks when you get stood up by a blind date, vampires also suck blood.

Warnings: smut. 0ral

All letters in this font indicate past events

You couldn't decide what was the worst part of your evening thus far, was it the fact that you decided to allow your friend to set you up on a blind date with a guy who lived two towns over or the fact that you actually agreed and travelled two towns over just to get stood up or maybe it was the fact that you were currently treading in what felt like an ocean of water as the rain poured onto you.

"I'm never taking Shoko's dating advice again" you whispered to yourself as you trudged through the dimly lit city lights that flickered every so often adding even further to the lacklustre evening aura.

As you continued to walk your mind began to flicker back to the few hours before you were in the predicament you were in now, back when you were still tucked away nicely in your bed as you had hoped to stay for the rest of the evening but alas you had that knock on your room door.

"Come in" you yelled from your bed allowing whoever stood behind the door to enter.

"Well aren't you settled in for the day" Shoko said as she made her appearance into your room.

"How else would you like me to be?" You questioned as your hand went back into the bag of chips you mindlessly ate at.

"Well I kind of had something planned"

"Oh really? What do you plan on dragging me along to now?" you said with a smirk as you looked up at your friend with her mischievous antics.

"Well I'm not really included in this plan, its more like for you ... alone"

"Excuse me" you said now with your full attention on the girl who still held that carefree look on her face.

"Well I may or may not have planned a blind date for you" Shoko said as she decided to sit on your bed trying to be more comforting to the idea.

"Really now Shoko, you know how I feel about dates, especially blind dates"

"Oh come on, you're young and think of it as you meet him and if it works it works and if it doesn't then it doesn't" Shoko replied as she began to fiddle with her hair.

"Or I meet him and his a psycho stalker who won't stop harassing me" You added.

"Well then at least your phone will ring then, compared to the dry barren land it is now"

"Just give it try it won't hurt anyone"

"iT wOn'T HuRt AnYoNe" you mimicked.

So, lost in your thoughts that you hadn't had noticed that you had reached some hotel, or some place that seemed like an hotel. And due to the lack of car, thinking that your date would of dropped you at home after your date had left you stranded, so finding a place to stay for the evening was your next best option.

You walked into the hotel lobby looking around, hoping to find the reception table, or anyone really whether they worked there or not.

"Hello" you called out, hoping that someone would hear you.

"Hello" you continued to call out again.

"Hello" you called out one last time, but just as you began to lose hope you heard someone.

"Hello" the voice said back.

"Urhm Hi, I'm looking for the reception desk or some sort I need a room for the night" you shouted out to whoever was there.

"Reception desk" the voice said with a chuckle.

You looked around with confusion at the response given.

"This is not a hotel or motel" the voice replied now much sterner than before.

Your eyes grew wide at the realisation of what had occurred.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to trespass. I just assumed because of how big this building was that it had to be some kind of hotel"

"I'll leave now, I'm sorry" you said apologising one last time as you turned on your heels, but before you could take a step your heard the voice speak again.

"Its quite alright. You will stay here tonight"

"No its okay really"

"Its storming" the voice said and suddenly you heard a loud roar of thunder shake through the house, you had thought this was simply just rain not a storm.

"So, you shall stay here, I didn't intend to have you leave" The voice said as it became louder.

Hearing as the footsteps of the men who spoke came closer and closer as he approached you.

And suddenly becoming aware of your surrounding you had finally realised how dark the place you stood was, how every shadow seemed darker than the last and that there was barely any light visible.

The ominous footsteps of the person who spoke to you didn't make the feeling of fear go away but intensify.

And suddenly you saw the voice of the person who you spoke to.

The man stood tall probably 6'0, with long blonde hair that adorned a serious look on his face that suited his sharp features as he looked down at you.

"Follow me" he said, awakening you from your stupor.

You followed the man through corridors that felt endless and that twisted and turned at every few centimetres or so it felt, until you reached a room.

"This is where you will be staying for the evening" He said opening the door allowing you in, just as you were about to turn thanking him the door closed with a loud thud.

You looked around the room taking in the dark red velvet theme that decorated the room. Walking slowly over to the window looking at at the evening sky, it was only then did you resize how far up you were, as if you were in a tower.

The dark reds and the placement of your room all making you feel nervous, so trying to calm your nerves you decided to head to bed.

Hoping that if when you woke up in the morning the feeling of nerves would be settled as well as being able to leave would be available.

Removing your soaked clothes till you were in nothing but your underwear, climbing into bed as you shut you eyes tightly forcing yourself to fall asleep.

You could the sheets against your skin, the sweat dripping down the valley of your breasts and the feeling of being starred at even in your sleep.

Then the sudden feeling of another's skin against your own.

As your eye shot open.

"Don't move around now"

You felt your heartbeat racing as your body pumped with blood as fear consumed you.

"I can smell how your blooding is rushing though your veins" the handsome man said with a smile as he kept your hands pinned to either side of your head while his legs trapped your own.

"Please" you stuttered out.

"No amount of pleases is going to save you. You should pay more attention to your surrounding"

"And now you will pay the price for your carelessness" he said before you felt his lips brush against your neck.

The sensation of his soft lips against your damp neck caused shivers to run down your spine, and had the situation been different you would be sure you would of been enjoying this more.

"You didn't see the danger in coming into some abandon castle, because this mind of yours is filled with lust fill thoughts so easy to manipulate to get you top come here without you even realising"

But before you could reply you felt a sharp pain travel down your neck and through your body as sharp fangs plunged deep into the soft skin of your neck.

The sensation causing your nipples to harden and slick to form between your legs, as he sucked at your neck and the sudden pleasure that shot through your body confused you further as he drained you of your blood.

The pain and pleasure intertwining as he sucked at your neck, as you rubbed your thighs together causing more slick to form between your legs.

He unlatched himself from your neck quickly pulling your panties down as he began to suck on something else.

Feeling as he sucked on your clit causing your hands to find his hair as you pulled at it as he sucked on your clit vigorously lapped at your choose.

Feeling as that deep sensation of need started to over fill you not caring about the two open puncture wounds in your neck that caused you to bleed out onto the bedding.

The deep waves of pleasure starting to overcome you so close to feeling it fill you up until suddenly it overcame you as your juices flowed out and straight

He pulled away watching as you tried to catch your breath as sweat dripped down your body.

A smile briefly decorated his before it was replaced with a serious look.

"I am your master now. Master Nanami"

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sugurupookie · 6 months

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Manifesting for him to squirt

#ahaha geto #gojo satoru #geto x me #jjk geto #toji fushiguro #choso kamo #nanami kento #nanami x me

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ayyy-pee · 6 months

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Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Summary: Following his mothers passing, Nanami inherits his family's rundown bakery. With the bakery on its last leg, Nanami reluctantly takes on the task of trying to save what his family has worked to keep for decades, but he can't do it alone.

Genre: Bakery/Coffee Shop AU

Art by: Ilameys + (Unknown artist (right pic). I'd love to credit the artist so if you know who it is, please let me know!)

Chapter 1 - Inheritance

A/N: There's some Danish in fic that I hope I'm using correctly! (If not let me know) Nanami calls his mother "Mor" in this fic, which is Danish for Mom (according to Google lmao)

“Are you okay with this arrangement?” a stocky, bald man ahead asks. In the harsh fluorescent lighting of the office, the beads of sweat forming on his head are apparent. He reaches up and swipes his hand across where his hairline probably resided at some point in time, but is now long gone. He clears his throat, repeating the question.

“Um-” he glances around at the other men at the table, dressed in bland, ugly suits. A bunch of blank faces that’ll be forgotten once this is over. The man behind taps his shoulder.

“Mr. Nanami?” He speaks.

Nanami’s brows raise as he’s brought back to the present and he looks around to find the men surrounding the table staring at him. He looks back to the bald man next to him. “I’m sorry. What was that?”

The bald man wipes his forehead again and Nanami hopes whatever paperwork and pen he is about to offer him is passed with his other hand. He resists shuddering in disgust.

“I was saying your mother has left her bakery to you in her will and testament with the wish that you continue to keep it open.”

Right. Nanami remembers now. His mother is dead - the only family he can remember having now leaving him alone in this world. He figured this would happen eventually. She was elderly and in declining health. He was truly surprised she lived as long as she did. To top it off, she wants him to keep the piece of shit bakery that’s been passed down generations in business.

Nanami didn’t get to see his mother often. He worked as a corporate executive so he didn’t have much time to allocate to visiting her and being forced into the kitchen with her. Instead, he opted to call her often and visited when he had the time.

The sensation of his bottom lip trembling pulls Nanami from his thoughts.

“I don’t want it.” He confirms, voice as even as he can manage.

The bald man glances around nervously before looking back at Nanami. “Mr. Nanami, I understand this must be a lot to take in and quite difficult for you. However, this bakery has been in your family for generations. Your grandfather left it to your mother when he passed and now your mother to you. Are you sure you don’t want to–”

“It’s a sinking ship”, Nanami cuts him off. “I’ve seen the books a few times. I know it’s bleeding money and has been for some time. What do you suppose I do with that?”

The man shrugs, not that Nanami truly expected him to have an answer. Nanami pinches the bring of his nose, his brows stitching together in irritation. He really doesn’t want to deal with this. It’s annoying and an inconvenience. He wants to coast by in his cushy corporate executive job until retirement, making loads of money and not worrying about the crippling debt brought on by selling baked dough in some sad, rundown family owned establishment.

His mind drifts back to the very last time he was at the bakery, remembering his mother kneading the dough between her shaky, liver spotted fingers. When the aches became too much for her, she asked Nanami to give her a hand. He always complied if only to keep himself busy for the moment.

“When will you settle down? Work won’t be there forever”, she would ask as she took a seat on her stool next to the confectionery ovens. The massive machines loomed over her thin frame and Nanami wondered how she did this everyday. He wished she would close up shop and live the rest of her days resting. He had offered many times to support her, each time being met with a hard “no”.

“I don’t have time to date anyone. Besides, they’d just end up leaving me anyway. I’m too busy to make time for anyone else.”

His mother hummed in acknowledgement. “Yes, but you have to make time for them, Kento. A relationship is about compromise after all.”

“I don’t want to have to compromise. That’s the point of me not dating anyone right now”. His mother was always pushing for him to find someone. Asking for him to bring someone home to meet her before she met her demise - her words. She was always so dramatic, often prompting Nanami to roll his eyes in amusement.

Nanami molded the dough into an oval shape, grabbing the bread lame from the side of the table and quickly slicing leaf cut patterns into the dough - both his and his mother’s favorite. Carefully, he placed the dough onto a baking pan before gently shooing away his mother from her stool to slide the pan into the oven and turn it on.

“Kento, money comes and goes. You won’t have forever to live your life the way you see fit. And I want to see you get married before I’m dead and gone!” His mother sighed dramatically as she took Nanami’s large hard in both her smaller ones. “In all seriousness, sweet boy. I want to see you happy, living your life to the fullest.”

Nanami smiled softly down at his mother. He gently folded her up in an embrace. “My life is full as long as you’re here, Mor .”

His mother smacked him playfully in the chest. “Don’t try to butter me up with speaking Danish”, she scolded, though her voice held no anger. “Kento, take a break. Life will pass you by before you know it and you don’t want to look back at your life to realize you wasted it sitting in an office rotting under those awful lights.” She squinted her eyes to drive her point home. Nanami rolled his eyes playfully, looking down at his watch.

“I have to go back to work. I’ll call you later this week.” He bent low to place a kiss to his mother’s cheek before heading out through the front of the store.

The quiver in his lip returned and he let out a shaky breath to steady himself as the bald, sweaty man next to him slid over what looked to be a contract.

“If you’re sure, Mr. Nanami, we will have the bank take possession of the property. I’ll just need your signature here.” He extended his hand to give Nanami a pen and he fought the curl of disgust threatening to form on his lip when he noticed he held it with the same sweat-slathered hand he’d been using to wipe his head this entire meeting.

Nanami’s eyes roamed across the room. The faces of men he’d likely never see again surrounded him, just like every other day in this godforsaken boardroom. All dressed in some variation of the same ordinary suit and tie, talking amongst themselves about who knows what. And the lights, the fucking fluorescent lights threatening to trigger the same migraine Nanami found himself having everyday.

Life will pass you by before you know it and you don’t want to look back at your life to realize you wasted it sitting in an office rotting under those awful lights.

Nanami squinted just as his mother did that day, a wry chuckle escaping him. Fuck it. What did he have to lose?

“Actually–” he begins.

- - - - - - - -

Nanami is standing in the front of the bakery he now owns. It’s been about two weeks since he inherited this gaping wound bleeding out money every second it’s standing. He’s quit his corporate job, his peers whispering that his loss must have triggered a mental breakdown. They were almost right. The moment he signed the legal documents to take over the bakery, he felt free - as though the weight of the corporate world had been lifted from his shoulders. Now, as he entered the bakery and flipped on the lights, watching as a piece of ceiling tile tumbled to the lobby floor he felt his impending breakdown sneaking closer.

This place was a mess. He couldn’t blame his mother. She wasn’t able to handle the upkeep on her own and honestly, Nanami should have come around more to help out. Now, he was literally paying the price. It was no wonder the place was struggling when it was open. The furniture was worn, the decor was outdated and not in a trendy way. He understood wanting to keep the family memory alive, but the bakery was feeling more like a moldy old hole in the wall and not as welcoming as his mother believed it to be.

Repairs would be needed as soon as possible if he wanted to have a reopening for this place next month. He also needed to renovate the space and hire a baker who knew how the hell to run this place because he had no intention of doing it himself. No way. He fully intended on staffing this place up and collecting money from behind the scenes - the perfect retirement plan.

Nanami spent the day scheduling repairmen and interviews for the Head Baker position all within the next week. If he could find someone knowledgeable and adept, he could breathe easy knowing he would never have to be here unless absolutely necessary.

After scheduling the last interview, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his hands over his face. This sucked. He was putting in way too much effort already and it did not seem worth it. Only time would tell.

- - - - - - - -

The first interview was easy enough. A young girl who seemed exhausted but eager. She had prior bakery experience, but the way the bags hung under her eyes made Nanami uncomfortable. It was as though she had something clinging to her and if he were totally honest, it gave him the creeps. At the end of the interview, he wished her well, advised her to try to get some rest and maybe see a medium about whatever strange aura was following her.

The second interview was an odd man with tattoos all over his body that looked something akin to stitches. He was young and lively, but it was apparent the moment he entered the bakery that he lacked basic hygiene skills. His long, gray (how old was this kid?) hair hung messily around his shoulders and the stench…Nanami could not describe the stench. If he absolutely had to describe it - like gun to the head, forced to recall the smell - he'd compare it to something along the lines of a sewer rat dipped in rotten eggs and left in the sun to bake. There was also the awful vibe Nanami got from him. He had a feeling if he hired this guy, Nanami would come in one day to find the entire bakery empty, the only thing left behind being hand soap since this man definitely didn’t wash his hands after using the bathroom, or shower, or brush his teeth or–

The third interview was annoying, but by far the best. Nanami sat at a table in the lobby as his eyes skimmed over the resume in his hands. A previous position as a Head Baker already, excellent. This resume even included custom recipes and pictures of their creations which he could not deny looked delicious. Nanami had to admit he was already impressed.

The door to the bakery opened and Nanami stood. Your eyes roamed around the lobby until you spotted him. You offered him a wide, friendly smile, holding your hand out to him as you approached. He asked your name, to which you confirmed and he shook your hand. Professional already. He liked it.

You both took a seat across from each other as Nanami went over the interview questions he had prepared. The usual - tell me about yourself? Tell me a time when…How would you handle…

Your answers were professional with enough of your personality shining through to let Nanami know you were a likable enough person. Nanami especially enjoyed the way your eyes lit up when you went over how you came to write your recipes. Clearly you were passionate about baking, something his mother would have appreciated. As you explained to him how you once created a cake made of broccoli for a child’s birthday party that had not a single crumb left by the end of the night, Nanami couldn’t help but think how much his mother really would have liked you. He shook the thought away as he watched you take in the bakery again. He suddenly felt ashamed of its condition.

“I apologize. This place is an absolute dump, but I’ll be renovating soon enough and will be sure you have top of the line equipment should you get the position.” He muttered, rubbing his temple to ease the migraine that had been slowly creeping up on him since his last interview.

You shot him a look of confusion, tilting your head to the side. “What do you mean a dump? This place is gorgeous !” You beamed. “I mean, look around. There’s so much character in this building. You can tell whoever ran the place loved it. It looks like it really met its purpose.” You ran your hand across the worn wood of the table and sighed wistfully.

Nanami scoffed. “It appears outside of baking, you have questionable taste.”

“How can you look at this place and see a dump?” You questioned, genuinely curious.

“Because I grew up in this bakery and it didn’t used to be a dump and now it very obviously is.” Nanami said easily.

Your grin faded into a scowl. “Mr. Nanami, with all due respect, you seem to be looking only for flaws here.”

You stood from the table and pointed behind the front counter to the kitchen in the back. “Do you mind?” Nanami shook his head, sighing as he stood with you and followed you to the back.

Your head whipped around as you entered the kitchen, taking in the worn down appliances, pans, tools and other materials. You didn’t touch anything, only a small smile gracing your features as you observed everything.

“I love bakeries like this personally. I love to be in a space that feels like lots of love and care was put into the end product. Anyone can throw flour into a pot with some eggs and sugar, but what makes one bakery different or better than the next?”

You watched Nanami intensely, not speaking. Oh. Was he the one being interviewed now?

“How much money they make.” He answered confidently. You snorted.

“Loud and wrong”, you stated. “It’s love , Mr. Nanami.”

He rolled his eyes and you burst into laughter. Nanami was now slowly becoming convinced you were a crazy person.

“I’m joking…to an extent. But if you put in the time, the effort and the care into your baking you’ll gain so much more than you ever thought possible. The fancy furniture and stupid bright lights won’t make a difference if you just slap whatever dry, shitty bread onto a plate and sell it.”

Nanami stared blankly.

“What’s your favorite memory here, Mr. Nanami?” you asked suddenly.

“Irrelevant to this interview”, he replied instead. You scowled.

“Come onnnnn, indulge me”, you pleaded.

“No.”

You folded your arms across your chest stubbornly. “Will you always be this difficult if we work together?”

Nanami’s brows shot up in surprise. “Excuse me?”

“Will you always be this difficult if we work together?” You repeat, a little more slowly this time.

“I am not difficult”, he lied. He knew he was being difficult at this moment, probably sounding like a child arguing back. He could have just answered your damn prying questions but…he didn’t want to. Okay, yes he was being childish. Regardless, he continued.

“Why should I give you this job?”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing on it absentmindedly while you thought about your answer. “Because I love baking. I love baking more than I love breathing and I could work a boring office job like anyone else, but I know I’d hate myself for it. This place needs a little help and I want to be here to make it into whatever you need it to be.”

Hating yourself for working an office job, huh? Nanami could relate. He was in this position mere weeks ago. You were sort of annoying always trying to see the bright side - rainbows and butterflies and shit - but maybe he could look past that. He did need a baker after all and his only other interviews were not exactly what he was looking for. But, he needed to establish some ground rules first.

“If you accept this position, I will be your boss and you will respect me. Please don’t misinterpret this relationship. I am not interested in establishing a friendship. I simply need you to run this kitchen and make sure your desserts are up to par.”

You stood up straight, your demeanor shifting to strictly business. “Noted.”

Nanami sighed, feeling relieved that he was able to establish who the boss was around here before things got out of control. He squared his shoulders, looking at you from across the kitchen.

“Now, I am formally offering you the position of Head Baker. Do you accept it?”

“Absolutely”, you said with no hesitation before continuing. “But if you’re standing in my kitchen, I demand respect too”, you spoke up. “My desserts will never not be up to par, Mr. Nanami but please don’t misinterpret this relationship either. When you step into my kitchen, I am in charge here.”

You moved across the kitchen and held your hand out to Nanami, who shook it quietly as he assessed you. You were passionate, spoke your mind, demanded respect but you were also annoyingly way too positive. It would be an adjustment for Nanami to work with someone like you. He was used to the drab routine of office work and the bland personalities that came along with it. This entire process was going to be an adjustment for him.

Nanami walked you out of the bakery, giving you a start date of next Monday to go over recipes for a soft reopening. He watched you go, a small skip in your step and for the first time since losing his mother, his lips curled up into a tiny smile.

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