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valhearts · 7 months

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i need nanami in a way you guys don’t understand….

i was made for lovin' you, baby!

synopsis: jjk men falling in love with you

wc: 1.7k

a/n: vela returns from a victorious (not intended) year long hiatus and very solemnly offers you the headcanons she's been desperately cooking up for way too long, enjoy <3 don't forget to reblog!

✰ kento doesn't even realize he's in love with you until he's making the two of you dinner. you're sprawled out on his couch, talking about your recent mission. the two of you aren't even dating. you just end up together at the end of every day. it all feels so intimate. as he listens to you talk, he notices he’s picking out the parts you don't like, setting them to the side. he remembers when he was a kid, and his mother told him food was a labor of love. he recalls that bakery he used to frequent when he was still working a regular job, how the smell of the bread and sweets was comforting, and how the girl who worked at the counter always had a fresh loaf for him. as he's sitting across from you at his dinner table that’s only big enough for two, he feels like his world is shifting on his axis a bit.

kento’s always enjoyed listening to you talk; much to gojo’s dismay, you're the only person nanami could listen to for hours. you're talking so vibrantly, moving your hands to illustrate actions, and he feels terrible about the fact that he can't hear anything you're saying. instead, he's thinking of the lunches you bring for him, the way your pinky touches his ever so slightly, like some silly school kids. he thinks of how you rest your head on his shoulder when you're stuck on a long commute from a mission; he thinks of your shoes by his at the door, a spare coat on his rack, an extra cursed tool in his closet. he thinks of your easy smiles and lively laughs. he thinks of how you easily fall against him no matter how you feel, whether it be a fit of uncontrollable laughter or a collapse after a long day. you're not dating; no one even thinks you're dating, but nanami’s heart practically swells when you seek him out through the day, placing a hand over his paperwork and telling him to take a break. he thinks of how you always kiss him on the cheek when you leave and always remember to text him that you've gotten home safely. if you're not so tired that you're sprawled on his couch with a blanket he's saved for you. he thinks about how, if he stayed working that awful job, he'd never have this, never have you, in your own unique way. he wasn't sure why he kept being a sorcerer; he just presumed that he’d work until he died. however, sitting across from you, talking animatedly about some shenanigan yuuji has wrapped you into, he feels content. it's almost like this could mean something; maybe his life is truly just a cycle, all leading to an uneventful death, but with you by his side, he thinks, it feels worth it.

✰ toji is not in love with you, or at least that's what he says. however, he realizes he may be that fond of you on a quiet evening. toji never expected to find himself so soft and domestic. he'd liked you because of your take-no-shit attitude; when he met you in some dark bar some months ago, watching you turn down every suitor who came your way, he accepted the challenge. he'd find you at least once a week, always in the same spot, and he's the only guy you let buy you drinks, the only one allowed to sling an arm around your shoulders. you made him wait for it. but now, months later, you let him wrap his arms around you without a word, and you're so quiet and calm, completely and utterly relaxed, and it's so good. toji’s hands are far from clean, he's far from the kind of upstanding guy he thinks you truly deserve, but you lay in his arms so easily, as if you couldn't care less what he's done. you drag your finger across his scars. you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth without recoiling at the feeling of scar tissue. you're almost too good to be true. he thinks of all the times you've patched him up, brows knitted in careful concentration, telling him, “this might sting,” even though he'd walked in practically unaffected by the injury in the first place. the way you forced him to tell you what he did for a living, and even though he didn't spare the gritty details, you still seemed not to care, as long as he was coming back safe. he's come to expect you to be standing at the door, sitting at the table, or lying on the couch when he gets home. right now, you're lying in his arms, completely unaware of just how much he loves you and loves this. your hand is in his, silently twiddling with his fingers as your eyes focus on whatever movie or tv show you've taken an interest in now. he decides he’ll leave it all behind for you. all of it. when he finishes this next job, he’ll buy a ring. then he’ll get a regular job, and finally, he’ll be happy.

✰ satoru realizes he's in love with you on a seemingly ordinary day. he's finished work for the day, or rather, for the last two days. he hasn't slept in three, and his head is starting to kill him, even with his reversed cursed technique. right now, he only wants to get home, eat something sweet, and collapse in bed. when he walks into his usually quiet and organized apartment, he realizes quite a few things. there's a bag of that mochi from that place in sendai that he loves, and a note beside it reads, “the kids and i picked these up for you!” he recognizes your handwriting, messily scrawled as if you were in a hurry. next, he notices that every blanket (except for his, he silently hopes) is spread across the floor in the living room, nestled in what seems like the coziest pile ever is you and the kids. megumi is on your left, and tsumiki is on your right. the three of you are sleeping so soundly that he almost wants to kill every higher-up for pulling him away from you, from this, from his family. as he looks at you nestled between megumi and tsumiki, he realizes that's exactly where he wants you to be.

the three of you have been knocked out for a while; your limbs tangled and blankets moved. after showering quickly, he finds out that his blanket was not exempt from the fort, but he doesn't even mind as he makes his way back to the living room, scooting in next to a sleeping megumi, and he watches for a bit. studies the way your chest rises and falls, the way you so easily let the kids relax against you, the way your mouth hangs open so hilariously that he wishes he'd snapped a photo while he was still up. he feels his heart swell immensely when he finally does lay down, and megumi nestles his face into his shoulder, and you feeling the sudden movement, throw your arm across him. satoru never thought he could feel this soft. the privilege of meaning something to you, to these kids, is better than any sorcerer grade, any title, anything. when he settles down, his arm so long he can reach all the way over the three of you. he recognizes the sock you're wearing. it's black and probably way too expensive; if he squints a bit, he can almost see the custom embroidered “GS” on every piece of clothing he owns (clan habits die hard). he can't stop the soft smile that spreads across his face. of course, you love him; you're wearing one of his socks.

✰ suguru isn't the kind of guy to be surprised by his own feelings. at least before you, he wasn't. however, he finds you surprise him every day; every little habit of yours implants itself in his brain. he could spend hours just watching you do the most mundane tasks, but when he truly realizes he's in love with you, it’s early one morning. he's sitting on his bed, watching you get ready at the vanity he bought just for you, half of it your makeup and the other half various products he puts in his hair. he feels infatuated with you. your entire routine is done with so much care and attention that he can't help it. he's been watching you get ready every morning for the better part of two months. but what really gets him is the way you've changed your routine to involve him. a small kiss to his lips every morning, setting your alarm earlier so you really can stay in bed for “five more minutes,” drinking your coffee at home because he makes it the best. always asking him, which shirt looks better? what color should I wear? rattling off all your daily tasks, turning to see suguru holding your keys, or your wallet, or your umbrella right as you begin to ask where it is. and most recently, indulging him by picking a vanity, after you complained about being tired of doing your makeup standing up in his bathroom and how the drawer you've been keeping your products in was starting to overflow. geto’s obsessed with watching you do your makeup, sitting behind you on the bed, quietly admiring the way your hand moves in practiced steady strokes. he loves the way you silently curse if you mess up your wing, he loves the way you still suck your cheeks in to do your blush, he loves the way you sit in front of the mirror silently debating on wearing your hair up or down or maybe a mix of both. he loves how you apply lip gloss, the last step of your routine. always the last step, because the goodbye kiss at the front door leaves more of it on him than on you. he watches with a soft smile and sticky lips as you reapply your gloss in the mirror in the entryway, smiling when you catch his eye in the mirror. laughs at the way you roll your eyes but don't stop him from pulling you back in the doorway, kissing you again because he “already misses you,” so finally, you add reapplying your lip gloss in the car to your morning routine, while suguru adds loving you to his, but that was already there, wasn't it?

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valhearts · 8 months

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— kento nanami x f!reader

summary: Kento Nanami hates overtime, but who is he to say no when his boss asks him to go check on his wife while he's out of town?

word count: 4.2k

content: NSFW, 18+, smut, infidelity, heavy lactation kink, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, multiple orgasms, degradation, dirty talk, squirting, breeding kink, restraints, counter sex, wet & messy

Kento’s grip on the steering wheel tightens as he stares at his phone nestled in the cupholder, limbs taut with aggravation as the bored voice of his boss continues on, “She hasn’t been answering my calls all day, and I’m not flying back for another week yet. I know you’re probably about to leave the office, but I’m going to need you to stop at my house and check on her first, Nanami.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, the words ‘OVERTIME’ flashing red behind his eyes and drawing forth a fresh surge of anger that has him contemplating the consequences of smashing his phone on the pavement outside and finding a new job entirely.

Today has been shit.

Capital S, Shit.

His asshole boss has been out of town for nearly a week already, every client is somehow ten times more unbearable than usual, the incompetence across the office has become a goddamn disease, and he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that that piece of shit is doing anything but keeping his dick in his pants while his wife and their new baby are left home alone.

His very attractive, very lovely wife who probably has no idea what a waste of oxygen her husband is.

You’re too fucking good for him.

And you’re also too good for Kento, who’s spent more nights than he’d care to admit furiously fisting his cock to the memory of whatever tantalizing outfit you’d turned up at the office wearing that day.

And seeing you pregnant?

While the knowledge that you were now entirely stuck with that undeserving asshole sent his blood boiling, Kento could hardly complain about the sight of you during those months, his shaft straining painfully in his slacks every time he laid eyes upon your gloriously swollen, heavy breasts.

And the cum he splattered all over the mirror and sink after inevitably rushing out of his office when you finally left? Well, that was between him and the four walls of the men’s bathroom.

So after the awful day he’s already had, Kento’s not sure he can imagine a worse type of overtime than waltzing into your house and playing the part of a dutiful employee checking in on his boss’s wife, acting like he doesn’t want to fuck you so bad it’s driving him up a goddamn wall.

But he’ll fucking do it.

Of course he will.

“Sure,” he replies tersely, before hanging up and peeling out of the parking lot.

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She’s finally asleep.

Sighing weakly in relief, you close the door to your daughter’s bedroom and shuffle down the hallway. You make it all the way to the kitchen before you’re forced to lean heavily against the countertop, gritting your teeth as another wave of discomfort radiates from your sore, swollen breasts.

“Hello?” a familiar, male voice tentatively calls out in a hushed tone.

You whip around, still clutching the counter for support, eyes widening at the side of Kento Nanami standing in the doorway to your kitchen.

“Hi?” you respond, your heart doing a somersault as you drink in the sight of his tall, muscled form.

He twirls a key around his finger twice before catching it in the palm of his hand and stuffing it in his pocket. “I apologize for barging in, but your spare key hiding spot is shit, and I didn’t want to ring the doorbell and wake the baby.”

“It’s okay, Nanami,” you assure him, the erratic thrumming in your chest far from a feeling of fear.

For whatever reason, he appears to be attempting to avert his eyes after glancing over at you quickly, roughly running a hand through his hair. “Your husband asked me to check on you. He said he hasn’t heard from you all day,” he explains carefully.

“Well, I figured it would be rude to interrupt the wild orgies he pays for with the company credit card,” you deadpan.

Nanami’s jaw ticks, “He—”

“I’m well aware of what he does.”

“Then why—”

“Because I realized too late, and I’m too tired to do anything about it right now,” you sigh, wincing at the continuous ache of your breasts.

And it’s then that you realize why Nanami’s been looking anywhere but at you directly.

You’re wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and knee-high socks, which in and of itself isn’t overtly reprehensible, given that you’re in your own house, you have a four-month-old child, and you can’t remember the last time you got a full night’s rest. The issue is that your breasts are so sore and tender right now, you haven’t been able to even look at a bra in days.

Which, once again, wouldn’t be an issue alone in the privacy of your home…when one of your husband’s employees isn’t desperately trying not to acknowledge the fact that two large wet spots have soaked through your shirt.

“I should…” you trail off awkwardly, glancing around the room in hopes that you left one of your flannel over shirts lying within reach.

“It’s fine,” Nanami blurts out, scratching the back of his head and studiously feigning interest in the collection of party invites and shopping lists stuck to the side of your fridge.

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It’s not fine.

It’s anything but fine.

It’s a complete fucking disaster.

Kento hasn’t seen you since you gave birth. And despite how exhausted he knows you are—he can see it in the bags under your eyes and the limpness of your posture— your soft pregnancy glow has transformed into a postpartum radiance that has his breath catching in his throat each time his eyes sweep over you.

You’re fucking stunning.

And somehow, he knows your husband hasn’t noticed this. Hasn’t told you how incredible you are, how fantastic motherhood looks on you. It sends a fresh wave of anger coursing through him, the mere thought that he could bear to let himself stray from you—especially now, at such a vulnerable time.

But any hopes Kento had of trying not to commit this sight of you to memory were swiftly dashed the moment he noticed the wet spots on your shirt.

Even now, when he’s looking at a box of cereal on the counter as if it’s the most interesting thing in the entire world, every layer of his inner psyche is rapidly overheating at the thought of your heavy, swollen breasts. The milk leaking from them, soaking through your clothes and inevitably trailing down your stomach.

He needs to fucking leave. Now.

“I should go—“

“—do you want some tea?”

You both speak at the same time, and when Kento turns to face you again, you’ve slipped a blue flannel shirt on, buttoning it up partway. As if his traitorous cock will somehow forget what he now knows is obscured underneath the added layer of material. But despite the growing discomfort swelling and throbbing against the zipper of his pants, he concedes, his need to quell the apparent loneliness in your eyes with a moment of company winning out over his lust-addled desire to disappear to the nearest private place to jerk off.

He’s thankful to sit after you pour him a cup, hiding any and all evidence of what a terrible man he is beneath the table, one leg idly bouncing as he wills his hard on to go down. It’s a big ask, though, given that you’re probably not even aware of what you’re doing to him when you lean your body over the kitchen island with your mug clutched between your fingers as you idly chat with him, your oversized shirt just barely masking the flash of pink panties it reveals beneath each time your shoulders bounce as you laugh.

He’s two seconds from excusing himself to put his fucking dick in the freezer.

His chair scrapes against the tile floor as he pushes it back, having decided he’s at his limit, but he pauses when a pained sound escapes your lips.

“Are you alright?” he asks, hurrying over to where you’re now pressing your forehead against the island countertop, whimpering softly. His hand hovers for a moment before he opts to gently touch your shoulder, just to let you know he’s there.

Your fingers scrape over the marble as you breathe out in a quiet voice, “No.”

As if on instinct, Kento begins to rub small, comforting circles into your upper back, his tentative touches growing more confident when he feels your tense body behind to relax slightly.

“What’s wrong? What can I do?”

You whine again, standing up straighter but keeping your back to him as you clutch at your chest. “They…they hurt so bad.”

Kento’s halfway certain his soul has left his body as he watches, stunned, while you slide your hands up under your shirt and squeeze at your breasts, exhaling a chorus of breathy little sounds like the fucked up cherry on top.

“Do you need to…” he trails off, and though you can’t see from where he’s standing behind you, he vaguely gestures in the general direction where he can only surmise the baby’s room is.

“It’s…they’re clogged,” you whisper, elbows lifting up and revealing the small of your back as you begin to knead your tits desperately. “They’ve been so sore and swollen for days.”

Kento bites his lower lip, mentally steadying himself for a moment before he asks, “Tell me how I can help.”

“Can you grab a clean washcloth out of the drawer next to the sink and soak it in hot water?”

He swiftly complies with your request, returning moments later after wringing out the small towel and waiting for it to cool down slightly. You’re still using the counter to steady yourself, so he approaches you from behind and goes to hand you the washcloth, only to find his hand immediately pinned between your own and one of your breasts.

You let out a whimpering cry of relief, and it takes everything in him not to let out the noise rumbling in his own throat as you squeeze his hand over your tit.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper. “It just feels so…”

“It’s okay,” Kento murmurs. “Relax.”

Internally, every single warning bell inside of his head is blaring indignantly over the fact that he’s got his hand under his boss’s wife’s shirt, and he’s massaging her lactating breasts with a hot towel while she whimpers and presses into his touch.

But your fingers are laced with his, and you’re not telling him to stop.

In fact, you’re begging him to keep going, keeping a hold of his left hand when he switches the towel to his right, urging him to massage both of your tits at the same time. And who is he to tell you no?

Kento’s fairly certain his balls are going to be aching for days when he feels the warm liquid that begins to coat his fingers.

Fucking fuck.

What the fuck is he doing?

Then your back arches as you outright moan when he brazenly toys with both of your nipples at the same time, milk squirting out, your ass pressing directly into his throbbing erection.

And fuck it, fuck dignity, because Kento’s on the verge of coming in his pants.

But then you spin around to face him, your back pressed into the island as you gaze at him shyly and say, “I…I think I need more.”

Your eyes flick from his mouth back down to your breasts, and he cups the side of your face as he asks, “Are you sure?”

You nod, slipping your shirt off entirely and tossing it aside, and Kento’s mouth goes dry as he stares at the trails of milk leaking from your tits, wondering how he’d ever thought to call today ‘Shitty’.

He motions toward the counter, his large hands grasping your waist to help you get seated up on top of it, fingertips hesitant to pull away from your lacy panties when he spies the wet spot over your cunt.

Kento has never thought of himself as a greedy man. Far from it, actually.

But the moment his mouth latches onto one of your hot, swollen breasts, pulling a shameless moan from your pretty lips as your thighs wrap around him, the sweet taste of your milk hitting his tongue, he feels fucking insatiable.

His mind is a buzz of static as he drinks from your tits, all the blood in his body rushing to his cock, precum soaking through his boxers and slacks. Your fingers tangle in his hair, the heel of your foot pressing into his back and pulling him closer, and he groans, one hand grasping your upper thigh as he teases your nipples between his teeth and squeezes a spray of liquid onto his gluttonous tongue.

“Feels so good, Nanami,” you whine, fingertips sliding down the front of his dress shirt, catching on each button.

“Kento,” he exhales, licking up the milk dripping down your chest.

“Kento,” you moan, tugging hard on the tousled blond strands that have fallen onto his forehead.

And at the sound of your breathy, wrecked tone moaning out his name for the first time, every nerve ending in Kento’s body goes up in flames.

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Nothing has ever felt this good.

Nothing.

Kento Nanami’s sinful mouth is latched onto your heavy, engorged tits, greedily drinking every spurt of breast milk that comes leaking out of you, the flow growing steadier with each lap and squeeze.

He has no fucking clue that most of your impromptu visits to the office are actually to see him. To talk to him, if only for a few moments. Kento Nanami, who has always treated you with unfailing kindness under his sometimes brash exterior. Who extends more patience toward you than all of his coworkers combined.

He has no idea how trapped you feel in your marriage, how often you’ve longed for the bland touch of your husband in bed to be his.

He doesn’t know how many times you’ve brought yourself over the edge with your fingers with his face lingering in your mind, the rough, teasing sound of words you’ve imagined in his voice playing out in your head like the most sinful soundtrack you’ve ever heard.

And now he’s grunting and moaning as he makes a mess of both of you, his lips and chin gleaming with the same wet, sticky milk that’s all over your chest and thighs and his hands and pooling on the countertop beneath you.

It’s filthy.

It’s so fucking filthy.

And maybe it’s wrong.

But you’re so desperate for him. For this. You need more. You need it so badly, you can hardly breathe. Searing desire is coiled so tightly in your abdomen, you’re trembling with restraint, aching with the desire to beg him to fuck you. You know he wants it, too, though. It’s hard to miss the thick, mouth-watering outline of his cock straining against his pants, like a beacon waiting to fulfill your darkest desires.

It’s a line you know he won’t cross unless you ask for it.

“Kento,” you murmur again, pulling his face up to meet yours.

“Mmm?” he asks, pupils blown wide with lust, and you can tell he’s slightly dazed, drunk off of the taste of the milk leaking from your tits.

You lean closer, letting your lips hover over his, Kento’s breath mingling with your own as you whisper, “Please touch me.”

He gently pushes your thighs further apart, carefully running a finger over the front of your panties. His voice is a rough, gravelly sound as he asks, “Here?”

A thrill shoots up your spine at the feather-light touch. “Yes.”

“More?” he questions, his lips brushing against your mouth as he hooks a finger in your underwear and pulls them aside.

“More,” you keen, bucking into him as his knuckles graze your clit.

He slides a finger through your folds, visibility shuddering as he comments, “You’re so fucking wet.”

“For you,” you pant, trying to resist the urge to shamelessly start riding his hand.

Kento’s mouth engulfs yours in a rough, hungry kiss at the same moment he slides a thick digit into your cunt, and he swallows down the whimpering cry of pleasure that spills out of you. His lips are relentless as they slot against yours, and you arch into him, every part of your body drawn to his blazing touch on your skin.

You can taste the remnants of your breastmilk on Kento’s lips, but you don’t care as you let him slip his tongue into your mouth. He kisses you so deeply it makes your toes curl, one hand cradling the back of your head while he stuffs a second finger into your hole.

And just when you thought you couldn’t get any more sensitive under his touch, he dips his head back down to continue ravishing your forgotten breasts, pumping his soaked fingers in and out of your pussy all the while.

“Kento,” you whimper, chest heaving as you press your heels into the cabinets below, every muscle in your body going taut under the onslaught of arousal coursing through you.

“Can you come for me?” he asks, his gravelly, barely restrained tone searing itself into your mind.

It’s the combination of his thumb massaging circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves and the sight of milk dripping down his chin as he messily drinks from you that sends you tumbling over the edge, the rubber band inside of you snapping like a whip as your orgasm washes over you. There’s an unfamiliar feeling that accompanies it, clear liquid squirting from your cunt and soaking the front of Kento’s dress shirt.

Kento’s eyes darken a fraction as he grasps your chin, thumb pressing into your bottom lip. “Good girl,” he murmurs, kissing you. “Good fucking girl.”

Hand reaching between your bodies, you grasp his cock through his slacks, marveling at how maddeningly thick he feels.

“I want you to fuck me now, Kento,” you tell him in no uncertain terms, rubbing your palm up and down his erection for good measure. “Fuck me like I’m a bad girl.”

Kento growls, hand palming the side of your neck, thumb caressing your collarbones, “You have no fucking clue what you do to me.”

“Show me.”

You’ve hardly had a chance to unbutton his pants before he’s slipping your panties down, stuffing them into his pocket. His hands come up to undo his tie, but rather than tossing the silky material aside, he asks, “Do you trust me?”

You nod in response, and he steps around the island, pulling your hands behind your back and tying your wrists together snugly with the yellow and black material. Anticipation zings through your chest, a fresh wave of arousal dripping from your sensitive cunt.

“Is that too tight?”

You shake your head. “It’s perfect.”

He wastes no time in shedding the rest of his clothes, and you find yourself pressing hard against the restraints once you see his cock in all its glory, thick and flushed and so fucking big that you whimper.

You spread your legs wide for him again as he steps between them, rubbing the leaking head of his cock against your damp slit. He notches it at your entrance, tilting your chin to his mouth and dragging your bottom lip between his teeth before he murmurs, “You’re perfect.”

Kento’s hands grasp your hips as he notches his cock at your dripping entrance, slowly easing into you. He massages your breasts, his hot mouth nipping and lapping a trail from your shoulder to the sensitive spot behind your earlobe while he pushes deeper into your cunt. When he eventually bottoms out, you’re both breathing hard, and his tie is fighting for its life to keep your wrists bound behind you.

“Are you okay?”

You let out a huff of air, your entire body poised to implode with the weight of the lust and pleasure raging inside of you. “Fuck me like you mean it, Kento.”

Whatever thinly veiled restraint was left in him crumbles to dust at your request, and Kento tugs you closer to the edge of the counter as he begins to pound into your cunt at a ruthless pace, splitting you open right in the middle of your kitchen. The cool marble is slick and sticky beneath you, covered in a myriad of filthy fluids that continue to leak out of you.

“So beautiful,” he grunts, punctuating each word with a rough snap of his hips.

“I feel like a whore,” you admit, biting your lower lip, tits bouncing heavily with his punishing thrusts.

A short, dark laugh escapes Kento’s lips, his brows raising. He leans in, stuffing his cock deep into your cunt as he presses his mouth to yours and murmurs, “Well you’re my pretty, filthy whore.”

If your husband talked to you like this, you’d slap him. But from Kento…the liquid heat that churns in your belly is anything but anger.

“Am I?” you ask, trying to sound as innocent as you can when he’s balls deep inside of you.

“Yeah,” he rasps, not missing a beat as he catches on to what you want to hear. He squeezes your tits, milk squirting everywhere. “My dirty slut. You’re such a good girl, making a such a fucking mess. Squirting all over me while your tits leak everywhere.”

You gasp as he leans down, burying his face in your tits, latching on to one of your nipples and drinking deeply from you again. The combined feeling of him sucking on your breasts and the push and drag of his shaft inside of you leaves you cock drunk, begging and babbling senselessly as tears of pleasure prick at the corners of your eyes.

“Wanna put another baby in you, keep these nice and round and full for me,” he grunts, letting milk spray from your tits and leak down your bodies, dripping down his cock and coating his balls.

The thought leaves you dizzy and breathless, keening as you imagine Kento filling you over and over with his seed. Waking up each morning to his cock already stuffed inside of you, fucking the previous night’s cum right back into your needy cunt. Tying you up to your bed posts with that goddamn tie. The satisfaction on his face when your breasts grow heavy and your belly grows round again for him, awakening something so feral inside of him he’s incapable of keeping his mouth off of your tits and his cock from the heat between your thighs whenever you’re alone.

Rational thinking is a thing of the past as you choke out, nearly sobbing with pleasure, cunt squelching wetly as he pounds into you, “Fill me, Kento. Please.”

Kento curses, leaning in to caress the side of your face as he mutters, “My filthy girl.”

“Yours,” you pant. “I’m yours.”

He captures your mouth in a deep, heated kiss, fingers grasping your hips for purchase as he plunges into your cunt, drawing shuddering, unabashed moans out of you. “Come all over my cock then,” he instructs, his rough tone dragging down your spine, fingers toying with your clit while your pussy clenches down on every inch of him.

And when he leans down, holding eye contact with you as he licks up a forgotten trail of milk rolling down one of your tits, there’s nothing that can stop the searing explosion of pleasure that ignites inside of you, your entire body trembling with the relentless, burning hot flood of the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had.

He follows moments after you, driving his length in to the hilt as he groans, fingers gripping you tightly, his thick cock pulsing heavily inside of you as he fills your cunt deeply with ropes of cum. As fucked out as you feel, you can’t help but whine at the ceaseless arousal that stirs within your gut as your pussy quivers around the stretch of his cock, milking every drop of Kento’s seed from him.

Kento feels you subtly rocking your hips back into him, and his answering chuckle is like warm honey as he reaches between you. He plays with your overstimulated clit, pressing gentle kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck as his seed begins to leak out of you. You moan softly, head falling against his shoulder, pleasure mounting inside of you once more. Leveraging what remains of his softening cock, he slowly fucks his cum back inside of you, his rough whispers of praise a warm caress against the shell of your ear as your entire body dissolves into one last blissful climax that leaves you completely boneless.

You have all of two minutes to bask in the afterglow, Kento’s hands and lips tenderly mapping out your body, when the sound of your phone ringing on the countertop beside you startles you both. Your gaze meets his as you both see the unwelcome name that flashes on the screen, and he promptly flips your phone over and scoops you into his arms as he makes his way toward the living room.

“If I’m working overtime, I’m making this a double shift.”

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you'd let it slip that one time, when he called you at the time of day he usually does to check in, you'd let it go to voicemail just to be able to save it and conjure up his voice whenever you pleased while he was away.

"i don't have any voicemails of you," nanami had said with a troubled look on his face, and you'd found it so charming that you had to lean in and kiss him.

you'd shrugged, giving him a small, grateful smile. "you always answer when i call, kento."

you know him well enough to understand his logic; he'd never miss any of your calls, even when he's working (you were the only person allowed to contact him past his phone's 'Do Not Disturb' feature) - he couldn't ever risk missing it when you needed him, and you wouldn't think to disturb him for trivial things either.

of course your answer doesn't satisfy him, and you can almost see the cogs turning in his brain. you can't help but laugh a little, kissing his frown away and changing the subject to save him from the stress.

the next day, at that time he usually calls during his break, he receives an ominous text from you.

don't call. and don't answer, i'm leaving you a present.

he worries immediately, but another text pops up once you see he's read it.

don't worry! you'll ruin the surprise! i love you ❤️

nanami tries his best, but he can't help it. instances of something going terribly wrong concerning you and him not being able to reach you in time flood his brain and nearly make him lightheaded. he does as you ask and doesn't answer when your contact pops up on the screen, his self-control waning quickly the longer he sees your photo.

he doesn't know how long he stares at the screen, even when his phone stops ringing.

and then, just a minute later, a notification for a new voicemail pops up, and the tornado of worries in his brain grinds to a halt when everything suddenly clicks, and he's reminded of the short, perplexing conversation you'd had the day prior.

and he feels a little silly.

you pick up on the first ring, as if you were expecting his call.

"my love," you greet, and even though the audio on his phone doesn't do your sweet voice justice, it soothes his heart all the same. "you're not gonna listen to it?" he can tell you're smiling, playful and lovely.

"i'll save it for my way home from work."

"hmm, how do you know it wasn't something naughty, then? what if you start blushing on the train, and everyone notices?"

"darling-" he starts, but uncharacteristically doesn't have a follow-up. he knows no one on his commute cares enough about anything else at that time other than coming home as soon as possible, much like himself, but he lets you have that, if it'll make you giggle like you are now. your laugh is deeply precious to him.

"i can just imagine it - but i wouldn't wanna ever miss seeing you blush." oh, he knows, and has suffered your inappropriate whispers in public just to get a reaction out of him nearly enough to get used to it. nearly. "are you blushing now?"

"no," nanami lies easily, heat crawling up his neck in that oddly pleasant way only you can seem to bring out of him.

you laugh just as easily, see through him just like that, as if he's right in front of you.

"i'm glad you didn't listen to me and still called," you say softly, traces of your sweet laughter still lingering in your tone. "i wanted to hear your voice, too."

nanami hums, doesn't tell you that that makes him smile way too wide for him having lunch alone. he tries to tone it down in case gojo somehow happens to stumble upon his carefully chosen, secluded spot.

"i miss you," you sigh, as if you hadn't seen him this morning and kissed him until he was almost late, like you usually do.

"i miss you, too, darling," he replies just as sincerely, as if he wasn't seeing you in just a few short hours and wasn't planning on holding you until you begged him to let you go so you could get dinner together, like he usually does.

"enjoy your break, handsome." the corner of his lip always twitches up when you call him that. "come home safe."

"of course. i love you."

"love you more!"

nanami knows that if he argues that, like he really wants to every time, you'd be too stubborn to let him win. so he just chuckles and lets you hang up.

despite what you'd teased him about, he does listen to your message on the train. and he does start smiling like a madman, his entire face glowing, lighting up with it, but he can't find it in himself to be embarrassed about it when he's hearing your voice and he's only a few short minutes away from having you in his arms again.

"hi, handsome. i had to think carefully about how to get you to not answer your phone, but it didn't end up being that creative, huh?" you breathe a soft laugh, the gentle cadence of it carrying into your sweet voice. "anyway, here's your obligatory voicemail from me. i'm just kidding - i thought about it, and you looked so sad about it that i just had to make one. you know i'd do anything to make you happy, right? it's only fair, with how happy you make me, too... i hope this will suffice, i didn't really have anything special to say except that i think about you so much it's becoming quite concerning, and i love you so much i feel like i'm going crazy, slowly but surely. look what you do to me!... um, oh- i'm gonna run out of time soon! i can't wait to leave you a million more of these, it's almost as fun as listening to yours... actually, i'll tell you a little secret: i listen to yours every day when i'm missing you most, which is usually right after you leave for work. sometimes i wish you'd come right back even though it's a little ridiculous. um, anyway, i'll think of a more creative way to trick you next time. come back safely, i miss you terribly... i love you more than you know, kento."

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LICKING CUM OFF THEIR STOMACH !

─── gojo, toji, sukuna, nanami, geto.

★ | MASTERLIST ! JJK LIST ⟢ NAVIGATION.

pairing — characters x reader

warnings — cum eating. blowjobs. handjobs. kissing. they’re mean but so very soft at the same time. nicknames used: slut, pretty, beautiful, baby, babe.

kaus’s note 𓈒⟡ ݁. I’M BACK AND BETER WHORES! how are you? good? good. now enjoy this repost. and tumblr… play with me and i will be sending you an email. | gif credits — @aq2003 !

☆ TOJI…

doesn't care too much about where he cums. you want it in your mouth? he's got you. you want a facial? close your eyes and be good. but today was different, he really needed to cum, he didn't care if it got in your eyes, he just needed it. you were taking him so deep in your mouth he was getting dizzy. “god damn, baby. such a slut for me, ya?” he'd say watching as your eyes watered from taking him so deep. you nodded, stroking him. the way you looked at him had his blood rushing and his cock twitching. he was awfully close. “i’m gonna cum." he groans and you pump him faster in your hands. he splash's all over himself before you could even get the chance to wrap your lips around him. before it all was on his stomach, you closed your lips around his tip. small drops flooded your mouth before you licked him clean. without warning, you moved your body closer and licked his toned stomach. "oh my god." he groans, watching you with lust filled eyes. "i needa fuck you."

☆ NANAMI…

is so worked up and frustrated he barely knows what's happening. knows enough for it to be consensual but not enough to care where he's gonna cum in a couple minutes. work had been killing your sweet boyfriends attitude lately. he was always so grumpy and you really just wanted to help. you could tell how much you were helping by how dazed he was. you watched as his mouth flies open and light moan escape. you stroked him faster and watch as more pass his lips. without much thought, you rub his balls, letting the cum splash on his stomach and on his neck. you watch as his chest falls and raises. once meeting your graze he goes to sit up and kiss you but you push his shoulder. "no. let me clean you up," you offer before your tongue make contact with his stomach. licking all the way up until you were licking it up from his neck and collarbone. you pulled away and kissed him lightly. "thank you," he mumbled into the kiss.

☆ GOJO…

is one of the biggest sluts for you. he barely lets you blow him because of how fast he cums. he really just can't help it. you're so pretty on your knees for him, your fingers wrapped your cock, pumping him slowly, lips pecking small kisses on the flush tip. “baby, you're s-so... ah!” he mumbled before he'd cum all over himself. “babe, i wanted it in my mouth!” you pout making him chuckle. “‘m sorry," he pouts, sarcastically. “stop being so beautiful, and maybe you'll get it,” he says and you only grin as an idea pop up in your head. he goes to get up so he can clean himself off, but you mumble out a "wait." confused, he sits back down and you move up his body, slowly lick the cum off his stomach. gojo groans at the site, placing his hand on your back as you continue. he's basically hard again after you're done.

☆ SUKUNA…

hates the fact he can't fuck your face. he's such a control freak that he only want to feel the tip of his cock in the back of your throat. you told him you wanted him to give you more so you were gonna take it slow. he only agreed because you said it would feel better than what he normally does and because it's you. when you wrap your mouth around his cock you feel how he bucks his hips up into your mouth. you pull away, stocking him a little faster in the process. "just wait, sukuna." you tell him but it only makes him groan. “‘m so close. i just need your mouth is all." his grip tightens around the back of your neck. you roll your eyes at how impatient he is before wrapping your lips around his tip. you suck and swirl your tongue around him. you feel his cock twitch in your mouth making you quickly pull away. "wait," you demand but he ignores you and cums all over himself. "su'! i told you to wait!" you groan with pout. he laughs at you, chest raising and falling, before mumble out a, "let me kiss you better." you shake your head at his teasing manner. since he was teasing you, you decided to do the same by licking his leaking tip then licking the cum from his stomach. the teasing makes a groan grow from his lip, "fuck me."

☆ GETO…

needs you. doesn't care about thing or anyone else. just wants your mouth wrapped around his cock. is relaxed and adores watching you take him whole. doesn't need an excuse or explanation to why he wants you to suck him off he's just—him: arrogant but needy; eager but somewhat patient. he holds you but your chin as you take him to the back of your throat, gagging just a bit. he's needy and close, and you know it by the way he groans, petting your cheek to let you know don't force it. even though he loves seeing your eyes water, doesn't want your throat to hurt too much. "so deep, baby. don't hurt yourself,” he says even though his hips buck into your mouth. he throws his head back, small gasps leave his throat. you pull away, your reflexes getting too much and without warning- as you're stroking him, he cums. his grip loosens on your chin and falls into his hair, pulling at the ruts as he catches his breath. "shit!" he cursed now looking down at you. wanting to taste him, you rub your finger down his toned stomach and bring it to your mouth, licking it off. his hand falls to your face again, admiring the way you sucked on your finger. "you are something, aren't-" before he could finish, your licking his stomach. “fuck."

𓏲 ★  2023 tokyosk !!

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Living with Kishibe:

Domestic Headcanons & Crack-canons

Kishibe is 50+ in canon. The two of you are from different eras, and your living habits are drastically different. You bet he’s got some old man habits that annoys the sh*t outta you. Here are a few of the things we gotta live with when you shack up with him.

Notes: Generally SFW, but the content does have mature themes. Please read at your own discretion.

He judges you. This old b*tch gives you that look of contempt, where he glances at you from the side and lowers the level of his gaze as if he is looking down on you (he is). Doesn’t say anything. Just stays silent while he gives you that look of “expected” disappointment. You could confront him about it, but the most he will give as a response is to roll his eyes at you. You can’t even fight him on this cuz people will just look at you like you’re being disrespectful to your grandpa (umm, excuse you. We’re not blood related, the only time we are connected is when he is literally inside of me).

Constant urge to clear his throat. Yes, he be doing that dad harrumph. Could be from his years of drinking. Could be from his years of smoking. Or he could just be OLD. That cacophony is enough to drive you insane. You think you are having a romantic moment when he brings you in for a hug, he rest his chin on your head - then “ahem”. He be eating you out and just when you are on the verge of your impending orgasm- then “ahem”. It isn’t a brief one-time cough thing, he could be doing multiple takes and heckling until he asks you for a glass of water. If there was ever a boner-killer for the ladies, then THIS would be it.

Ability to fall asleep anywhere and under any situations. Yes, he has a stressful job and this would make sense - but NOT LIKE THIS! You could be putting away the dishes after dinner and the moment you turn your back, he would be falling asleep. After blowing him, he tells you he’s gotta catch his breath before he returns the favour - then you hear him snoring. Oh, once he nutted inside of you and just collapsed on top of you - you almost died from being crushed under his big boy weight. You don’t mind him dozing off, but sometimes he is so dead silent (when he isn’t snoring) and you mistake him for being dead. Also not helping when he constantly makes dark jokes about any day being his last.

On the topic of him falling asleep, he has them THUNDER SNORES. It’s got that bass and it’s booming, it sounds like the a mega whale farted in the ocean and activated a wave of tsunamis. This senior makes his presence known. Noise-cancelling headphones and ear plugs ain’t nothing against this grandpa’s roar. You can’t sleep. You can’t catch a break. You get cranky and he dares to make a comment on your haggard appearance. You could take revenge by riding him harder, but the vigorous exercise only makes him snore louder.

Short term memory loss and does that “huh, where am I?” whenever he wakes up from a nap. Asks you where his reading glasses are - “babe, you’re wearing them.” Mistakes the names of your friends and uses them interchangeably, but at least he is putting in an effort to learn their names. Once the sexy work uniform comes off, he is a changed man. It’s like he is an entirely different person when he’s at home, no longer that deadly weapon of the state - maybe that’s a good sign? But one thing this old mf-er will never forget is protection, anything to not put a baby in you.

He won’t be the “back in my days” type of annoying, but he will give you some pretty good advice if you ask him. Maybe something he picked up from his own mother or by living alone and braving the world since a young age, he knows a lot of good hacks and old-wives tales. Despite preferring to let you handle the chores or paying a professional to get things done (the right way), he does have a pretty good background knowledge in almost everything. Really preaches for the wonders of baking soda, I mean the man ain’t wrong.

He spends money, but he is “smart” with it. Realistically, if you are looking for a man to spoil you then a long term relationship with Kishibe isn’t what you would want. He spoils and splurges on the “necessities” (i.e., his vices), but he is pretty cheap when it comes to the unnecessary stuff. He won’t give you access to his account until you prove yourself to be someone who is willing to settle down domestically with him. He will “take care” of you and give you money to get doll yourself up, but he is not going to support anything excessive. Anything spent on the household is fair game, so get that Dyson and get that Vitamix. Organic and locally sourced groceries is also money well spent to him.

You would think he eats out often, but in fact he actually gets fancy meal prep that is nutritiously balanced for his geriatric needs. He used to be all about the night life, but she caught on and he realized just how much he’s been abusing his body. In case you wondering how he is still kicking it after years of heavy drinking and smoking, now you know just how much of a closeted health nut he is. Still an old man though, doesn’t believe in supplements and health trends. He likes to keep it traditional and get all his nutrients from home cooking. So, it’s really a bonus if you could cook.

He is very particular about what he wants and his habits. This does make sense since he’s been a bachelor for the majority of his life. Ladies do drop by once in awhile, but they never stay for long…until you. He has a specific order of how he organizes his shoes and his closet. He has a specific side of the bathroom vanity he places his stuff on. He is very specific about his after work/wind-down ritual. Yes, he sits in a recliner and reads a newspaper. Yes, like all seniors he gets up ridiculously early. It’s gonna be hard to get adjusted, but both of you learn how to cohabit with each other’s quirks.

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valhearts · 1 year

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*₊˚💬୧ Kishibe trying to get pity pussy on Valentine's

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valhearts · 1 year

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mwah mwah i just love this so much <333

fem!reader. use of names (sweetheart, good girl, naughty girl). oral(f! reader receiving + brief m! receiving), face sitting, riding, unprotected sex, kinda rough but not really…fwb/ambiguous relationship :’)

nsfw! minors + blank/ageless blogs will be blocked :)

absently he wonders when you’ll tire of him, when you’ll change the locks and stop answering his calls, stop letting him have access to you. he’s been around long enough to know it’s inevitable, no matter how stubborn you are, how much you enjoy proving him wrong.

selfishly he revels in the fact that it isn’t today, isn’t any time soon by the looks of it, because he enters your apartment easily, though he can tell you’re not home.

kishibe makes his way past the threshold with familiar ease, toeing off his shoes and taking off his coat and hanging it at the door, things you’d have been sure to chastise him for had he not done.

Keep reading

#chainsawman x reader #kishibe x reader #chefs kiss #i love this sooo much #so many kisses #vals recommendation!!

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valhearts · 1 year

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saw on tiktok someone saying like "would you Really call a character babygirl to their face if they were real"

and i would just like to say. abso fuckin lutely i am. and i'm taking that ass whooping from most of them like a champ with pride in my heart.

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valhearts · 1 year

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thank you god for making the kishibe fic boom real now i can finally fuck that old man

#valsthoughts #man i love old men #kishibe

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valhearts · 1 year

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I wish I could unhinge my jaw like a snake and swallow Nanami Kento whole.

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valhearts · 1 year

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i wish u guys knew how badly i wanna get reigen arataka pregnant

#valsthoughts #also hiiii #ill come back eventually i pinky promise #ive been thinking abt him for awhile

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valhearts · 2 years

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BLASPHEMY <333

romans 3:23

summary | nanami kento can't bring himself to pull back because he was fucked from the moment you walked into the church. your little white dress was the noose around his priesthood.

pairing | priest!nanami kento x fem!reader

word count | 3,206

warnings | oh god — blasphemy, sacrilege, sex in a church, oral (f!receiving), pussyjob, masturbation, corruption kink, virgin kink, unprotected sex, cervix fucking, god kink, worship kink, praise, degradation, creampie, slight breeding kink, just the tip, squirting, dub con (ish), minorly ooc kento :(

a/n | this was not beta'd + i have church in the morning. dabbling in some kinktober!! something light for y'all to enjoy <3

[ 18 + | minors, blank, ageless blogs, do not interact! ]

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nanami kento was a man of the cloth.

of course, the operative word being "was."

he was a man of the cloth until you waltzed into the church with your family. a fresh college graduate, staying with her parents to save money, teaching at the local elementary school.

the first sunday you came in a modest dress, your soft eyes taking in the composure of the church before they landed on him. a demure smile settled on your face and you ducked your head after meeting his eyes.

he was hooked.

it's not like he could help it. your eyes stayed trained on him throughout every service and he loved your attention. he thrived under your watchful gaze, the way you hung off of every word he spoke.

and you weren't a mystery, nanami could read you like a book. he saw the way your thighs clenched in the pew when his voice raised.

it only took a few weeks for you to show up in his office.

the perfect combination of innocent and repentant. the conversation starts sweet, a recollection of your time in college and your abandonment of church.

"i didn't go to church when i went away, i was busy and distracted," you sigh, fiddling with your fingers. "i have maintained my purity in college, but recently, i've been...tempted."

nanami can't explain the relief that floods him when he hears that you're a virgin, and the excitement that hits him when you start to open up.

"i've been having impure thoughts and they've been getting worse every week, i try to ignore them, but last night, i couldn't." your voice is a shaky whine, afraid of the consequences. "i touched myself."

your confession has nanami's eyes nearly rolling back. he bites the inside of his cheek thinking about you with your hands between your legs, rocking against your fingers. he thinks about how slick your thighs would be, how easily you would give in and come for him. he knows you're pent up, you've spent your life in restriction.

it's that moment of silence that has you filling the gap again.

"it was only that one time father, and i've never done it before then, and i haven't done it since!"

nanami refrains from smiling, only nodding at your words. he leans forward, clasping his hands on the desk.

"i'd like you to come to me the next time you're experiencing your impure thoughts, i believe i can help."

you graciously accept and nanami only bids you a good evening.

he doesn't expect to see you again so soon, or for you to be sitting in his office on a friday night, the edge of your skirt between your fingers, tears in your eyes.

"i'm so sorry father nanami, i tried not to think about it!" you're crying now and nanami is so thankful he's behind his desk because the sight of your tears is getting him so hard.

he gives you a little smile before he asks, "what did you think about?"

this is when you freeze, body tight and in panic. you stutter out a few words, but nanami cuts you off. "it's okay, all have sinned and fall short of the glory of god, confess and i can help you."

with his reassurance, you open your mouth and confess.

"i have these thoughts all the time," you bow your head and swallow harshly as you continue. "it's wrong but i think about him having sex with him."

"it's best to talk about our sins," nanami takes a slow breath before rising from his chair. "to relieve ourselves from concealment. who is this person you're having these thoughts about?"

at his words, your eyes meet his again. "i can't—"

"do you believe that you can hide from god? they are not hidden from my face, nor is their sin concealed from my eyes."

his tone is stern and it makes you nervous to see the hard line of his frown.

"it's you."

nanami clenches his teeth at your pitiful, little whisper. the shame sits hot in your face and he can't help but drink it in.

he can't bring himself to pull back because he was fucked from the moment you walked into the church. your little white dress was the noose around his priesthood.

the only thing he can do now is drag you down with him.

that night, nanami consoles your fears and worries, he tells you the real work will start after sunday morning service. he promises you that there is nothing to worry about, there is no sin that can't be washed clean by god's love.

—

so sunday evening, you tell your parents you're doing intensive study with nanami and they are overjoyed to hear it.

in fact, they encourage you to stay as long as you can.

so nanami takes his time with you. he walks you through scriptures and teachings and prayers and at the end he even gives you a technique to keep you from truly sinning.

"what people don't know is that masturbation is a sin," nanami explains, taking your hands in his. "only if you climax."

your eyebrows furrow and nanami continues, "it's not a sin if you don't finish."

he demonstrates by having you sit on top of his desk, skirt hiked up around your waist, panties hanging off your ankle.

nanami's kneeling in front of you, eyes shut. he's just breathing you in and he wasn't surprised to see that your thighs are glistening. you've just spent the last hour skirting his touches and listening to the rumble of his voice.

he pets lightly at your folds, as you lean back, propped up on your elbows. spreading you open, nanami groans to himself at your slick hole, begging for him to touch you. his fingers trace lightly over your cunt before tapping at your clit.

of course you're sensitive. his light touches have you trembling and shaking, already crying out his name.

"is this what you thought of when you touched yourself," nanami speaks, his breath right over your mound. his eyes flicker up to meet yours, hooded and desperate. "me between your legs, playing with this filthy mess?"

you nod pathetically and nanami continues. there's no rhyme or reason to the way he's touching you. he's greedily spreading your mess around your thighs and flicking at your clit while you cry above him.

"please, please nanami, it feels so good."

he responds by sealing his mouth over you, teasing his tongue against your clit.

his finger starts slipping inside your cunt, stretching you out. nanami relishes in how tight you are, knowing that your little fingers weren't enough to open you up for him. with little effort, nanami's grazing spots inside of you that you didn't even know existed.

your mess is sliding down his wrist, but he doesn't stop. he keeps going until you're whining his name again, desperate and pleading.

"oh god, please, i can't!" your fingers find purchase in his hair, keeping his mouth over your pussy. "let me cum! just this once, please, i'll be good. i need you."

tears are welling up in your eyes, but nanami knows this isn't what you need right now. he feels your cunt tightening around his fingers as your voice goes up in shrill cries.

"you want to cum?"

"yes, so bad! please let me cum!"

it only worsens when he pulls away, leaving you empty.

the tendrils of your upcoming orgasm slip away and your tears fall even faster.

your watery eyes find nanami who's sitting back, smiling teasingly at you.

"see? you did so good."

you don't believe him, not until nanami has kneeling in front of him as performs similar acts on himself.

his cock is hard and weeping against his fist. he insisted on using the slick from your denied orgasm to smooth the movements of his hand. the wet sounds of his pleasure fill the office.

"you make me feel so good, you're so damn pretty," nanami grunts. you're inches away from his dick, and he can feel the puffs of your breath against the tip. your eyes are trailing the motions of his hand, the flex of his stomach, and the tension in his thighs.

his languid pace speeds up to something rough and fast, it's taking everything in nanami not to come on your face, not to spew every disgusting thought in his mind.

all in due time.

so he settles for making you think he's just like you. when he feels the knot of pleasure about to unwind, he grabs the base of dick and squeezing until your name sounds like a curse on his lips.

"god, baby, see?" he's out breath, but it's okay when he sees the light smile on your lips. "it's okay if you don't come."

—

nanami honestly doesn't know when he got so fucked. he thought he had control of this. he believed he had control of his actions, but you've taken root in his brain, and he had to know that edging you and himself wasn't going to be enough.

it only takes a few more sessions for nanami to convince you to do more. that it's okay, as long as you come with nanami in the room to oversee it. and it's okay as long as you come on his fingers, or in his mouth.

now, nanami has you grinding on his lap, using your cute little cunt to give him a pussyjob. your panties are stuffed in his pocket and his pants are around his ankles. his dick is harder than its ever been in his life, the tip is leaking between your pussy lips, throbbing and red.

"don't worry," nanami groans into your neck. "it's fine as long as i'm not inside you."

nanami feels like he might even believe it himself, because he knows it must be heaven inside your pussy. and to deprive himself of it right now must make him a saint.

the way you're whining in his ear and clutching his shoulder has nanami strongly considering otherwise.

"this feels so good, you're so big nanami!"

and while he doesn't need his ego stroked, he knows your words are genuine. he can tell from the way you're crying it out in disbelief. he needs to hear the way you'll sound when he's sinking his cock inside you, fucking against that sweet spot he touches his fingers.

"'nami, 's good, oh my—" you cut yourself off with a broken moan, and nanami can tell you're getting close with the way your slick pours out, covering his cock.

he's learned that you cum the hardest when he's pinching your nipples and talking you through it. so with one hand nanami guides your hips, keeping you moving in his lap, and with the other he's playing with your chest.

all the while nanami's speaking praises into your ear.

"you're such a pretty little angel, you listen so well," nanami kisses your neck, careful not to leave a mark above your collar. "always so perfect for me."

and his words have you soaring, crying out his name as you clutch his shirt.

but this is still not enough.

your pretty eyes filled with tears and the sound of his name on your lips isn't enough anymore.

it should be alarming that it's taken nanami such a short period of time to be so infatuated with you, but he can't bring himself to care.

not when you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky,

like he gave the sun it's light,

like he's god.

it's love and it's power and nanami cannot let this go. your body is singing the devil's song and he's echoing the words.

so in the same breath, he's teasing the tip of his cock at your entrance, whispering reassurance as he does.

"promise it'll be just the tip, angel, just need to feel you like this."

he doesn't try to assuage you with promises of heaven and a sinless life. he knows that won't work. nanami thinks you might love him more than you love your religion.

he hopes he's right.

so you're giving in, making him promise "just the tip." and nanami nods half-heartedly, already pussydrunk imagining the way you're going to swallow him up.

"too big, 'nami, 's too big!"

but it's just the tip and it's got his eyes fluttering at the feeling of your sucking him.

he lets you settle around him before he tilts your head up to look at him again. placing kisses under your jaw, he tries to distract himself from the inviting warmth of your heat, but the feeling of his lips on your neck has you squirming in his lap.

"i can—oh god—i can take more, right? you'll give me more?" you whine in his ear, desperate and pleading, like it's nanami's fault he's not touching your cervix right now.

in truth nanami was trying to control the situation, swearing to himself that he wouldn't ruin you in one night.

but he's a weak man with simple desires and being inside you is a pleasure he can no longer deny himself.

so nanami takes your hips in his hands and keeps you right on his tip. then he takes his time sinking you down, ignoring your cries and whines of it being too much. he knows you can take it.

it takes him too long to get your hips all the way down, his balls pressed against your ass. by the time he's seated completely inside you, sweat has collected in the valley between your breasts and nanami has left marks along your neck.

"doin' so good for me, so wet and tight," nanami grunts in your ear. his praise sinks right in your stomach and he knows it.

nanami tries to take it slow because this is your first time, he barely even got to prep you, but once he starts thrusting, the sound of your voice knocks him out entirely.

"oh—oh my god!" your nails are raking down his back as you cry out, "kento!"

the sound of his first falling off your lips has nanami's rhythm stuttering. he doesn't know why it floors him, but he knows he's not going as slow as he was when he first started.

in the back of his mind, he know he should not be drilling you like this. nanami should have you laid out on his bed, softly easing his way into your cunt, probably with a condom on, after having wrung multiple orgasms from your body. he should continue praising you, reminding how good you're doing for him.

instead he's got you bouncing totally naked in his lap, his pants down around his ankles, with his hand clutching the base of your throat. tears are falling down your cheeks and nanami can't stop himself from licking them up with fervor. and all he can think of is how filthy you are for letting him fuck you in a church, and that's all that comes out of his mouth.

"so fucking slutty for me, baby," nanami groans, thrusting up harder. "letting me in this cunt so easily? have you been saving it for me?"

"yeah, all for you, just for you," you swear. "god, it's only yours!"

nanami nods, kissing your lips sloppily, "just for me? your tight, wet pussy was waiting for my fucking cock?"

"kento—"

"this body's supposed to be the temple of god, you know that? i've taken an oath, bound myself to God, spent hours of my life in prayer and solitude," nanami rambles, flicking your nipples as he speaks. "then you walk in with this sweet, virgin cunt and i've never wanted anything more."

with every thrust, nanami's rolling against your spot, fucking you into the shape of his cock. and he's in your ear telling you that he owns you now, that every inch of your body belongs to him, entirely. so you keep agreeing with him, nodding and promising that nobody else will touch you like this.

he's got his hands all over your body, playing with your chest, groping your ass, and then gripping your throat tightly.

in the silence that comes from you being choked, nanami chuckles a little.

"hear that?"

and you know what he's talking about immediately. the sounds of him fucking you, the squelching sounds of your arousal loud and echoing in his office.

"it's how bad your little pussy wanted me. how bad she wanted to fuck her priest. came to my church to fuck things up, hm?" nanami slows down, grinding you on his lap while he taunts you. "wore that white dress and wanted me to lose my religion. knew i couldn't resist this hot fucking body sitting in my pew."

you're trying to disagree but with nanami's cock pressed against cervix, but you can't even uncross your eyes.

"fucking answer me."

nodding, you mindlessly agree, "yes, you're right! kento—my god—i'm so close, please don't stop."

and the way you keep mixing his name with cries for God is making nanami's head spin. he's starting to think you're doing it on purpose.

"yeah? beg me some more," nanami smiles, nipping at your neck again. "i like hearing you."

you bite back the petulant whine rising up in your throat and choose to be obedient. "kento, please let me cum—want it so bad, please!"

this time nanami obliges you, twisting your nipples between his fingers, urging you to cum for him.

"be my nasty fucking girl and cum on my cock, sinful little slut."

your nails dig harshly into his shoulder as you toss your head back in heavenly ecstasy.

"oh my—fuck!"

the curse falling from your lips is followed by the collection of tension in your body. your cunt tightens around nanami's cock as you freeze on nanami's lap. he keeps fucking you through it, his cock pounding into your cunt while you gush and squirt around him.

"can you cum inside me, kento? please?" you're begging again, even more for his cum than for your own orgasm. "i want it so bad, want you to fill me up, okay? you'll do it right, kento? you'll give me your cum?"

and what choice does nanami have? he has to empty his balls inside you.

"gonna dump my fucking cum in your cunt," nanami growls.

that's all the warning you get before he's fulfilling his promise, giving you everything he's got. his groans and curses fill your ears while his hips stutter, painting your insides white.

nanami sighs in contentment, rubbing his hands up and down your back as his cock softens inside you. he feels you relax in his lap, tiredness overtaking your limbs.

the evidence of your sin leaks down to nanami's balls.

you lean your forehead against his, stars still in your eyes. even after the depraved acts nanami's performed on you in the last couple of weeks, you still think he's created heaven and earth.

"thank you so much kento, you're so good to me," you whisper and it sounds like a prayer.

in nanami's ears, it sounds like worship.

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#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento smut #nanami my beloved #nanami <3

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babe wake up new vela post

dream girl | yuuji itadori

wc: 2.7k

pairing: best friend!yuuji itadori x reader

cw: NSFW, afab reader, unsafe sex (reader is on the pill but yuuji doesn't wear a condom), oral sex (f and m receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, use of the terms, "angel" and "baby", yuuji calls the reader his dream girl once and generally fem traits are applied to the reader, friends to lovers, lovesick!yuuji

a/n: as always enjoy! wrote this from yuuji's pov to experiment a little with style, but i really enjoyed writing it, so i hope you all enjoy reading it. also this is my first full length nsfw so go easy on me! comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

you and yuuji have been best friends since high school and for as long as yuuji can remember his feelings for you have been less friendly than they should be. usually, he'd be content to spend any time he possibly can by your side, joining you when you go out for lunch, telling you which dress suits you the best, letting you swatch makeup on his arms, and of course, attending your weekly movie nights. but now he’s finding it hard to be around you, your usual movie nights and various hangouts have been pushed and rescheduled numerous times because yuuji simply can't get rid of the boner that comes in immediately after you cuddle up to him. maybe he's always had a little crush on you but he curved that years ago! he's embarrassed because he feels like he's a teenager again, even though your high school days are far behind you, his pants still get tight when you wear a short dress or hold his hand while you're out. he's a little confused too, you've always been a good friend, you're really pretty too, and you've always been the type to be touchy with the people you're close to. although lately, yuuji finds himself getting caught up in how soft your skin is whenever you touch him, how amazing you look when you smile across from him at your favorite cafe, and how his body heats up when you're next to him and he can smell your perfume and everything that's uniquely you begins to flood his senses. then he's so wrapped up in his fantasies of you that he can’t focus. he appreciates your friendship and he loves you, as a friend, but he’s starting to wonder why what he thought was a fleeting attraction, a dumb crush from his second year of high school, simply won't go away. he thinks he may be in too deep. yuuji doesn't even realize he's lost in his thoughts when you call him that afternoon, clearly upset, and he thinks he's really in for it now.

“itadori yuuji,” your voice alone makes yuuji’s heart speed up, but he's just nervous about upsetting you right?

“...that's me,” he replies, not thinking. he feels eternal embarrassment start to creep up his spine.

“tonight is movie night, okay? no flaking. i miss you.” those last three words float out dreamily punctuated with a sad sigh, that has yuuji feeling like he can see you pouting through the phone, your lips probably look so soft, he wishes he could feel them wrapped around his— he stops himself there because, you're his best friend, and this is not normal, and he's starting to feel guilty about considering cancelling on you again, but after you told him you missed him, with that cute little sigh at the end, yuuji decided to scrape up what little dignity he has left to spend time with you like a good, normal, best friend.

“i'll be there! i promise!” he hangs up quickly to avoid whatever feelings are brewing up in his chest, he does not have the time nor the sanity to sort out how his chest constricts when he sees you, but he thinks he can make it through one movie night. he feels bad for cancelling so much anyway, maybe that will outweigh the light feeling he gets in his head when he sees you.

that evening, as he makes his way towards your apartment he thinks maybe this wasn't a great idea, the odd feeling bubbles up in his chest again and he thinks he's a goner when you open the door in what he assumes you consider pajamas, shorts, and tank top, your shorts stop above your mid-thigh area hugging you just enough to accentuate your soft skin, and your tank top is showing just enough of your chest to make yuuji reconsider everything, and even though you're wearing no makeup and your hair is framing your face messily, yuuji is completely floored by you. he decides to blame the summer heat for the way his body temperature rises.

“oh thank god you made it!” yuuji is now feeling even worse for ditching you recently, your face lights up at his presence, and when you hug him he's on cloud nine. he doesn't even remember why he's so nervous, but maybe it has something to do with the fact that you're his best friend and he'd really be lying if he said that he simply pushed the image of your thighs in those shorts out of his mind. but you're hugging him and you're happy to see him and he bathes in the feeling of being appreciated by you, he can smell your body wash, he can feel your body against his, and he's thinking this night is gonna be a long one.

things start relatively normal yuuji’s pretty focused on the movie until you call his name, you've already migrated towards him through the night and you sit comfortably against each other, yuuji is internally congratulating himself on his stellar self-control. your body is warm against him and he can smell your perfume, he wants to spend every day like this, he thinks. he's snapped out of his thoughts when you call his name again.

“yuuji!” you raise your voice a bit to grab his attention, and yuuji notices a nervous lilt in the way you say his name, different from the way it usually rolls off your tongue naturally, and turns to look at you.

“mm?” yuuji hums, tilting his head to the side quizzically.

“have you ever thought about…us?” you begin fidgeting with the straps of your tank top and yuuji’s eyes gravitate towards your bare shoulders before snapping back up to your face, you're quiet but he can tell how nervous you are by how your eyes scan the room, trying to look at anything but him. yuuji takes the open air to process your question. he's thought about you for sure, all the time, but you said us, as in a couple? do you like him? is it stupid for his heart to twist in his chest with anticipation and hope, you liking him? or do you not want to be friends anymore? oh god, when did he start panicking—

“yuuji i can see you worrying, i'm sorry for asking such a weird question, i was just…thinking y’know?” you look a little disappointed and direct your eyes down to your lap and yuuji wants to reach out and wrap his arms around you but the conversation is already derailing into an awkward territory and yuuji is worried about how much of his critical thinking would disappear if he was able to wrap his arms around you.

“you didn't make me uncomfortable!! i've thought about you..us! i mean, a lot” yuuji finishes sheepishly as you raise your head to look at him.

“really? i guess i thought you'd be weirded out that i’ve been thinking about you, but to be honest yuuji i want you so bad,” your words are bold, seductive even, but he knows you're anxious, this is uncharted territory for you both, but your words still make him feel dizzy.

yuuji’s breath hitches in his throat, he swallows before managing a straggled, “yeah?”

you nod as you climb onto yuuji’s lap and he feels like his whole world revolves around you. he can smell the distinct scent of your body wash, and your skin is against his, and god he wishes no clothes were separating you right now, but he tries to keep himself modest, you seemed nervous already and you're both dangerously treading on a ruined friendship. however, he can't help but feel enthralled by your presence.

yuuji can barely breathe, you're straddling him and his hands are placed hesitantly on your waist, you're looking at him with an almost pleading look in your eyes, and he thinks if he starts he won't be able to stop. he can feel your pussy right on his cock, he thinks he might go crazy before your voice brings him back to earth.

“yuuji, kiss me please,” you punctuate your sentence by grinding down onto his cock and yuuji thinks he must be dreaming as he brings his lips to yours. your arms wrap around his trying to pull him impossibly closer, the kiss is sloppy and desperate like you've both been waiting on this for a while. yuuji’s embarrassed that he thinks your lips fit together perfectly, and his hands feel natural resting on your ass, his mind is completely flooded with you. your lips are soft, and he can feel you whimper into his mouth every time he uses his hands on your ass to grind your cunt against his already half-hard cock.

yuuji’s completely content to leave things like this, maybe. a make out session with your best friend that you've been fantasizing about for a while is enough, but when he pulls away from you he can see your eyes blown out with lust, he watches you move against him desperately trying to get off and that's all he needs. he moves to kiss down your neck, savoring the way you moan when he sucks and bites your shoulder, hoping to leave a mark so he can prove to himself that this wasn't all a dream. yuuji brings his lips back to yours, easily sliding his tongue into your mouth before he plants two firm hands below on your ass to move you.

the way you gasp as he lifts you off him and lays you down has him reeling, he can't wait to hear what you sound like when he's inside you. before yuuji can ask if you're okay with going any further you're sliding your shorts down your legs and his eyes are glued to your panties. they're simple and white, and he can see the wet spot on them.

“fuck, you're already this wet?” yuuji looks up at you, with flushed cheeks and wide eyes.

“mhm, ‘s all for you, yuuji,” you giggle, and yuuji feels his heart swell. he pulls your panties to the side licking a long stripe up your pussy stopping to circle his tongue around your clit and suck, he basks in the soft sounds you make above him and the way your thighs clench around his head. yuuji assumes you're wet enough to handle two fingers, but he slides an experimental one in first, when he feels you writhe above him, he slides another in after a few quick pumps, making sure to place teasing kisses on your clit, before closing his lips around to suck.

yuuji curls his fingers up into you before you let out a long moan and clamp your thighs around him again, “yuuji, f-fuck i'm going to cum!” you barely make the words out before yuuji feels you clamping around him, gushing onto his fingers. he pulls them out and collects as much of your juices as he can before moving up to slide his fingers into your mouth. he looks at you in awe, as you swirl your tongue around the digits, looking him directly in the eyes before you release them with a pop and pull him in for a kiss, twisting your fingers into his hair.

yuuji’s so hard it hurts, he thinks if he doesn't get inside you right now he will actually die. he pulls away from you to quickly remove his shirt and move to his pants and his boxers before you stop him opting to remove them yourself. when yuuji’s cock pops out of his boxers it's throbbing and leaking precum from the tip. yuuji’s almost embarrassed until you close your lips around the pretty pink tip, giving it an experimental suck that has yuuji trembling above you. you start to slowly take the rest of his cock in your mouth, and yuuji already feels like he's about to cum. he appreciates the view of you on all fours, looking at the way your ass curves as he desperately tries to distract himself from the wet heat of your mouth. you look up at him before you begin bobbing your head and yuuji swears this must be what heaven is.

“fuck, angel i'm going to cum if you keep going, i-” yuujii catches his bottom lip in his teeth, watching as you pop off his cock stroking it while smiling up at him. yuuji is sure you're the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes on. when you release his cock, yuuji brings your face up to his, he's sure the exchange of all these bodily fluids is extremely unsanitary but you whimper into his mouth when he does it and he would be lying if he hadn't imagined swapping spit with you since high school. this time you break the kiss, and the next words out of your mouth break yuuji.

“please fuck me, yuuji,” you practically beg, laying down and spreading your legs as an invitation. yuuji begins to take your panties off using his teeth to pull them down, this earns him a wholehearted laugh, and it's music to his ears, once your panties are discarded somewhere across the room, yuuji quickly assumes a spot between your thighs, rubbing his tip on your pussy, watching the way you squirm beneath him.

“please— stop teasing yuuji!” he pulls away from you quickly and you whine at the loss of contact. “do you have a condom?” he asks and you shake your head. “mmm ‘s fine, i'm on the pill,” yuuji’s a little too horny to think straight anyways so he pushes in suddenly, your pussy flutters around him, and once he's fully in he gives you a minute to adjust before he's moving.

“fuck, you're perfect,” yuuji can barely process any thoughts, he keeps his eyes fixed on you, committing every sound and face you make to memory. yuuji can tell when he hits your sweet spot because of how quickly your legs wrap around him trying to pull him closer to you, you wrap your arms around him and he puts his forehead on yours. he loves the way you clamp around him every time he groans, and the moans that escape your mouth when he places his thumb on your clit.

“fuck, yuuji! ‘m close, so close,” yuuji continues his pace, now focusing most of his attention on your clit, trying his best to angle his hips just right. he feels you spasm around him and your nails dig into his back, he almost cums right there watching your face contort as your orgasm hits you. yuuji thinks he could get high on the way you scream his name, he captures your lips in a kiss before pulling away to thrust into you roughly.

“i'm about to cum baby,” yuuji barely gets the words out between his own heavy breathing and the wet sound of his skin hitting yours.

“please cum inside me, yuuji, ‘s fine,” your words push yuuji over the edge and he spills inside you. he pulls out watching the way his cum mixes with yours and spills out of you.

you look completely fucked out and yuuji has never been more in love with you. even with sweat-slicked skin and messed up hair, you're still gorgeous. he can’t keep his eyes off you, god you're his dream girl.

“i love you,” yuuji’s not even thinking when he lets the words out, his cheeks quickly heating up with embarrassment as if he hadn't just cum inside you.

you acknowledge his words with a hum, “love you too, yuuji,”

yuuji’s a little too stunned to speak, he barely acknowledges you pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“i do love you yuuji, as more than just your friend obviously,” you look away sheepishly, before yuuji pounces on you, nuzzling his nose into your neck. yuuji listens to you giggle, and he knows he's where he's supposed to be. he feels like he could hide his face in your neck forever. but you push him away and move to stand up, wobbling a bit as you do.

“come on, we should probably shower,” you hold your hand out to him and yuuji’s content to let you pull him along to your bathroom.

#vals recommendation!!#dont ask where ive been

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THE NANAMI PART ☹️☹️

jjk men + acts of nonsexual intimacy !

wc: 684

pairings: gojo x reader, geto x reader, nanami x reader

cw: tooth rotting fluff

authors note: i wanted to write something softer and more intimate so i settled on this! this was actually really fun to write so, as always, i hope you enjoy! <3

✯ gojo finds immense amounts of comfort in having his hands on you in any way shape or form. you being near him grounds him and makes him feel like less of a weapon and more like a person, so throughout the day you'll catch gojo tracing out designs on your skin, drawing shapes on the small of your back, and tracing lines up and down your arms. when he's feeling pouty or jealous he’ll trace his name out along your collar bone. sometimes you'll even find him tracing out the nonsense scribbles on your in his sleep. you'd think he'd want to hold your hand when you're out together but he commonly opts for just drawing shapes on your hand. he'll reach his arms across tables and seats to do it. even though you find it to be a little odd, consider it one of his many little ways of saying he loves you.

✯ at heart gojo is a softie, he tends to touch his nose to yours a lot. he likes how close he can get to you, simply pressing your noses together, he’ll close his eyes and sigh, and you can feel relaxation flow through his body, before he presses a chaste kiss to your lips and continues about his day. he likes when you cuddle face to face so he can touch his nose to yours. he often greets you by pressing your noses together. if he's away on a mission the first thing he does when he gets back is press your noses together, before kissing you until you're breathless but that's another story. if you notice him having a bad day just press your nose to his and tell him it's okay, he'll brighten up immediately.

✯ geto loves when you wash his hair especially after a hard day, he’ll sit back and let you comb your fingers through his hair gently. he’s thankful that you've memorized the extensive and meticulous routine he has for his hair, down to the exact amount of shampoo and conditioner to use. and in turn if you're having a bad day he’ll wash yours too. even if your hair isn't as “high maintenance” (your words not geto’s) as his, he hopes you feel the same amount of comfort he does. it's his favorite way to wind down. your heart swells every time you see him close his eyes and sigh a breath of relief.

✯ geto also loves a handwritten note. if he leaves before you he’ll leave you a small note. his handwriting is languid and flows easily but he sucks at drawing, so you'll frequently wake up to a note on your bedside table that reads “left early today, i love you” with a messily drawn heart beside his name. you don't know if he's aware that he draws the most god awful hearts on the planet, but you can see where he's erased them trying to get it right, geto knows the effort he puts into his hearts on every note, birthday card, and gift he gives you, so geto swallows his pride and tries to get the heart right every time.

✯ nanami loves a home cooked meal. after working all day, he's usually too tired to cook anything, which resulted in him moving further and further away from his favorite home cooked meals and more towards anything he can make quickly and easily. that is until you come around, then he has someone to cook for, and to cook with. nanami loves when you two cook together, in any capacity. he’s happy when you chop the vegetables while he prepares the stove, or when you wash the dishes as he finishes using them, or when he's cooking for the both of you and you run into the kitchen to wrap your arms around him. nanami wouldn't trade a sharing home cooked meal with you for anything in the world.

✯ nanami can’t sleep without you beside him. he finds it extremely hard to doze off if he can't wrap his arms around you or simply feel your presence in bed next to him. anytime you get up throughout the night he always wakes up and waits for you to come back to bed. if you happen to leave town he’ll sleep on your side of bed. if he has to leave however, he’ll often call you before bed, in hopes that hearing your voice will soothe him to sleep. he’ll let you talk about your day and sometimes you can hear him softly snoring on the other end of the call. if nanami has a particularly jarring day, he’ll often lay his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat, falling asleep knowing you're here and you're breathing and your heart is beating helps him more than you'll ever know.

#vals recommendation!!#i heart u nanami

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THISS IS SO ADORABLE ☹️☹️☹️

SWEET LIKE APPLE PIE // NANAMI KENTO

– note: oops i'm late for this T^T i promise i love u, kento. happy birthday, my love. & happy birthday to me!!! its in the same week so i think it still counts

– warnings: sfw, gn!reader, use of honey and darling

– w/c: 800+

Could this train go any faster? Shit-! You’re late. It’s already seven o'clock, and you're late, late, late�� so late, he's definitely home by now. You're sure the business woman sitting next to you was getting tired of your leg bouncing and foot tapping, but you couldn't care less about the passive aggressive glares sent your way because you are late.

Getting home in under twenty minutes was the definition of a feat. Actually, you’d be willing to pose for a portrait in the dictionary, deserving of the hoops you’ve jumped through to get one thing for tonight. However the star of today’s show was not you, but rather the man in a dark blue dress shirt shucking off his shoes in your doorway.

Quickly hiding your bag behind your back, “Ken!” you gasp, startling him into turning around to face you. The worried furrow of his brow relaxes in recognition after a quick scan, only to shoot up when you pop a quick kiss to his lips. “Happy birthday,” you smile.

With the surprise of your suddenness wearing off, Nanami’s lips twitch as his thumb comes up to caress your cheek. “Thank you, darling," he replies, dropping a kiss to your forehead. But Nanami's brow furrows when he sniffs the air. Along with noticing the plastic bag in your hand, he asks, "What did you buy? Also, why does it smell like something’s burning in here?”

You immediately deflate and hide the bag behind your back, "I attempted to make you a cake, but— well, let's just say it was supposed to be vanilla," you pout. Bashfully, you admit you forgot about it when you took a shower, "It looked a bit more like chocolate when I pulled it out of the oven."

As you step over Nanami’s shoes to make your way to the kitchen, you begin to ramble, "So I figured 'Oh, maybe I can just buy one of those nice cakes from that bakery you like on 12th Street,' but by the time I made my way there, they had already closed for the day," you sigh, clicking your tongue when you don't find the candles in the kitchen drawer— you know they're in there, where did they go? However, as you recount the details of your scavenger hunt, you don't notice Nanami walking up behind you, "And then, I went to the grocery store to buy one there, but they were sold out! Can you believe that? Anyway, I had to compromise, so I got you a— oh."

Strong arms snake their way around your middle, pulling your back flush to Nanami’s chest. "Looking for these?" he asks, shaking the pack of blue and yellow candles in front of you. Before you can even open your mouth to ask where he found them, he answers, "They were next to the sink." His lips make their way up your neck, three little kisses leading to the sensitive skin behind you ear, "You didn't have to do all this, honey. I would've been happy with just you to come home to." Nanami’s fleeting whispers of his appreciation make you lightheaded as he noses down your neck once more, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

Bringing your hand up behind you to card through his hair, you sink into the feeling of being surrounded by Nanami. “Yeah, but today’s special. Everyone needs a cake on their birthday,” you speak softly, turning your head to kiss his cheek. Though it did smell a little burnt, the air was soft around the two of you.

“Hmm, that doesn’t look like a cake,” Nanami teases, gesturing to the boxed apple pie sitting on the countertop.

“Oh, don’t start,” you protest, playfully pinching his arm, “I already told you— I couldn’t find one!” Grabbing the candles out of his hand, you wiggle out of his grasp to open the box. Eventually, you manage to pop a few candles into the crust without cracking it too much, and you quickly light them. Five candles sat scattered in the center of the pie, tiny flames illuminating the space around you. “Okay, Kento. You ready?” you ask, though you don’t wait for an answer before you begin singing to him. Picking up the pie carefully, you make your way over to Nanami, who’s patiently waiting for you.

At your voice, he sits taller, and you can’t help but think he looks cute like this: sitting gingerly in his chair, fiddling with his hands under the dining table, and a shy, fond smile tugging up the corners of his mouth.

"Make a wish, Ken," you whisper, so soft and sweet, Nanami believes if he wished for the sun, he'd find it in your eyes. And so he blows out the candles, a pleasant thrum settling just below the surface of his skin, telling him that he has found his light; it's standing right in front of him, with a lovesick smile and lips sweet like apple pie.

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