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NANA (2006)

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mirror sex with nanami, kitchen sex with nanami, bathroom sex with nanami, car sex with nanami, hotel sex with nanami, hot tub sex with nanami, sex in the office with nanami, sex on a boat with nanami

missionary on the bed with nanami, bent over the kitchen counter in doggy with nanami, on top of the couch riding nanami, under the table blowing nanami, 69-ing sideways with nanami

sitting on nanami's face, getting fucked by nanami's fingers, vibrator against your clit in nanami's grip, getting your clit licked by nanami's tongue, wrapping your legs around nanami's waist, getting impaled by nanami's cock

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nanami i respect u so much,

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part one is linked here if interested! afab for all links ! disclaimer im poc, but only could find these videos and i hope thats not much of a problem :(. warnings . rough link in one of each characters i believe, warnings for that. rest is vanilla, slapping.

geto

link [ bouncing on getos cock ]

link [ geto takes care of you ]

link [ geto and gojo have their way with you ]

link [you and geto give gojo a show from the shower ]

toji

link [ toji takes you home after scouting you at the club]

link [ rough with toji ]

link [ making a mess of choso ]

link [ toji fucks you dumb ]

kento

link [ how kento eats you out after a fight]

link [ sucking kento off while he's in a meeting ]

link [ kento fucking you after a long day at work ]

link [ kento fucks you good when hes mad ]

gojo

link [ he makes you forget about your ex ]

link [ satoru makes you do all the work ]

link [ satoru couldn't make it to the house ]

link [ he makes you see stars ]

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[kent00s]

— I'm tired. Exhausted, even. Yeah, I'm exhausted. I've already done enough.

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jujutsu kaisen men and what their cocks are like <3 〳〳ft. satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, kento nanami

꒰ warnings: nsfw - mdni .ᐟ.ᐟ brief mentions of dacraphyllia in satoru's part, tea-bagging, mentions of breeding in toji's part ꒱ ꒰ notes: 2am horny brainrot, enjoy .ᐟ.ᐟ ꒱

SATORU GOJO ༊*·˚

i don't think it needs to be mentioned but that man's cock is BEAUTIFUL. it's not very thick but god it's just the perfect size, maybe even on a bigger side, i would say 7.5 to 8 inches. it's long and slender, and uncut ! ! absolutely enjoys gagging you with his cock, adores the sounds you make when he shoves himself to the hilt until you cry. frustratingly, has really pretty balls too. has a habit of slapping you across your face with his dick while tea-bagging you.

"god, dumb little thing, you look so fucking gorgeous gagged with my balls. wanna keep you like this forever."

has a prominent vein that runs from the base to the tip - you learned to lick it with long, languid swipes of your tongue, noises you are able to pull from satoru by doing it are straight up pornographic.

SUGURU GETO ༊*·˚

suguru is not as long as satoru but he makes it up by having the girth. i'd say he is around 6.5-7 inches, and has a delicious upward curve to him too - not fair because he could honestly mold dildos with how curvy he is when hard. first time you fuck, he asks you to ride him because he is obsessed with watching his thick cock stretch your hole - you try to insist it's too much but he sees how hungrily your pussy sucks him in, sheathing his dick all the way in.

"that's right, princess, ride me. god, i wish you had my view 'cause i tell your pussy is just swallowing me up."

he has a thick head too, thicket than the rest of his cock, so initial intrusion is almost always painfully pleasurable. geto also learns to reach your special spot in embarrassingly short amount of time, hits it with force every time you fuck now.

TOJI FUSHIGURO ༊*·˚

i know it's a well-known fact that toji is hung like a horse. he is both thick and long - at least 10 inches. extremely veiny: when he's inside you, you can feel the walls being caressed by his ridges. it's actually unfair just how good his dick is 'cause he is also blessed with the slight curve when erect - he's always able to hit the spongy spot inside you with the scary precision. he is hell-bent on fucking you raw most of the time, knows it drives you insane when his mushroom tip fucks his cum right into your cervix.

"yes, you love that baby? my little doll loves when i'm fucking her rough and raw, heh? gonna make you a mommy."

always has to prepare the heating pads for you and carry you around the apartment morning after because his cock really rearranges all of the furniture. all around the best dick you'll ever have.

KENTO NANAMI ༊*·˚

i would say kento is somewhere between satoru and suguru - he is around 7 inches, not very thick but has the best curve out of all. when he slides his dick inside you for the first time, you're ready to cum right there and then because he is hitting your spot without even trying. but he's curved downward so he enjoys fucking you probone, pushing hard and fast into you, manhandling just how he wants you from behind.

"you're always so tight for me like this, love. will never get enough of how well you take me."

the head is slightly less thicker than the rest of him but it allows him to always fill you up to the hilt from the very first stroke with minimum resistance.

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Nanamin 💙

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You shuffle into the kitchen, wrapped in your favorite throw blanket, hoodie covering your head, sniffling. Nanami leans over a steaming pot on the stove, giving you a small grin as you approach him. “Hi,” you mutter, congested from your nose down to your chest. 

With a sympathetic pout, he replies, “Hi honey.” He checks you for a fever and when he senses none, he bows slightly to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Soup is almost ready.”

His homemade chicken noodle soup always hits the spot, especially when you’re sick like this. It’s hearty, full of fresh vegetables and shredded chicken, always filling you up with comfort that temporarily eases the aches in your body. You sit at the dining table, cuddling yourself tighter within the blanket, feeling pitiful in this sorry state you’re in. 

He ladles the soup into a big bowl, setting it in front of you with a small piece of a baguette next to it. You sniff it, letting the soothing aroma fill your nostrils, warming your entire body. He scoots a chair next to you, grabbing hold of the spoon to scoop a generous bite, blowing on it delicately to feed you. While you enjoy being pampered during your moment of weakness, you can’t help reaching for his hand, saying, “You really don’t have to do this, Kento.”

He ignores your protests, giving you another cooled-down spoonful. “I know I don’t. But I want to.”

You shake your head, arguing more. “But you’ve already done so much – ”

He cuts you off, shoving a piece of bread into your mouth to shut you up, affectionately of course. “Let me do this for you, sweetie. Let me take care of you just like you do for me.”

You chew slowly, relenting to his stubbornness, just as he would do to you if the roles were reversed. Still, part of you doesn’t feel like you deserve this, deserve him. You let the thought escape you, asking out loud, “Why do you do so much for me?”

He smiles at you, eyes crinkling with kindness. “Because I love you and I want to take care of you. Is that so hard to believe?”

You nod, wiping your nose with a tissue from your pocket. “You’re too good for me.”

He chuckles, patting the corners of your lips with a napkin. “Now I know you’re really sick if you’re saying ridiculous things like this.”

“I’m serious! You’re the perfect man, and I’m just…me.” 

Nanami removes the hood from your head, cupping your cheek lovingly. “But that’s why I love you so much. Because you’re you. And that’s what makes you perfect.”

You melt into his touch, already feeling the nourishing effects of the soup throughout your weakened body. He helps you finish the rest of the bowl, topping the meal off with a hot mug of tea with honey and a squeeze of lemon. Then, he leads you to the couch, massaging your temples until you fall asleep on his lap.  Leave it to your husband to know exactly the remedy to make you feel better. 

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★༉‧₊˚✧ — 002. ; 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

nanami x gn!reader

rating: mature (18+), mdni!!!

wc: 1k

cw: oral (male receiving), short mention of injuries and blood

he'd been exhausted. you'd known from the second the bedroom door had opened, his tie sitting loosely around his damp neck, laced in beads of sweat. his whole attire seemed loose, at closer inspection — dishevelled, messy, and he'd been untypically careless about it.

kento had never asked anything of you. when you'd seen the bleeding cut on his arm, or the deep bruise on his torso when he'd unbottened his shirt, he hadn't requested of you to clean him up. had protested even, on the contrary, when you'd dragged him into the bathroom to take proper care of his injuries.

when you'd walked back into your shared bedroom, when you'd seen the way kento's face had contorted into one of pain with every of his movements he hadn't expected of you to seat him down by the edge of the bed, to straddle his lap, to slide of his tie and shirt, to lower your head into the depths of his neck, to whisper reassurances. you'd felt his tense shoulders relax under your touch, under the spell of your words, you sultry voice, your hot breath against his hotter skin.

he was putty in your hands. far too sensitive than you knew it from him, abide used to his habit of falling into headlessness when exhausted, when especially tired. he'll always feel guilty the next morning for letting you care for him excessively, for falling into the wish of you doting on him - and yet he always let you in the moment, never protested long at the feeling of your touch, the sensuality of your love.

you took your time, though not too much. it wasn't your aim to tease - to please instead, the way he most enjoyed it. granting a last kiss to kento's neck before he didn't feel your weight on him anymore, returning your gaze with languish, with urge. he wanted you on him, couldn't understand why you'd leave him empty, body chasing yours. the skin on his abdomen creased as he leaned to where you stood, right before him, between his knees; you laid a hand against his cheek, caressed and planted kiss atop his head - it wasn't often kento let you soften around him this way, so relishing in the feeling even more.

it wasn't until you lowered your body, set on your knees between his own that your boyfriends' breath hitched in his throat, understanding of your plans, piqued now. his body tense against the softness of the mattress, his dress pants tightening around the core of his body - it took him only a look at you kneeling before him, no touch, no word, merely the sight of your eyes looking up into his own, holding his gaze with such confidence he almost shuddered in his place. he was only ever like this around you, only ever weak as this because you made him. you had the power to destroy him, though you'd never dare to.

the pale moonlight darting through the slit in the curtains worked as the only way to illuminate your sin - both your hands on your lovers' thighs, lain in clothes still, only his erection freed from their confines. yet you dug your nails into him, urgent enough to draw a sting of pain from the man - he enjoyed it, relished in any feeling you were ready to gift him. your head bobbed against him, leaking tip brushing at the back of your throat; you moaned with every dull thump it left within you, with every drop of precum that melted against your taste buds. kento was normally one to hold back his sounds of pleasure - to hear yours better, or stemming from embarrassment you never understood. but tonight he was a different man, it seemed. he wasn't loud, by any means, the volume of his voice only audible - but it was more than enough to send you over the edge. low groans, whimpers of your name. he was particularly voal when you let your tongue dance around his tip while your hands accompanied the length of his base, or caressed his testes, or played with the rest of his body - fingers against his torso, drawing the shapes of his v-line, his tensed abdomen, the lines on his stomach; groping at his clothed thighs, running your palms up and down his sides. kento through his head back at your touches, at the way you looked at him in the process, knowing, seductive, yet never so innocent, if only pretentiously.

he was never one to lose himself too quickly. though a changed man tonight, surely - the telltale signs of his nearing orgasm made you smirk against his girth, made you take him deeper, more. close to uncomfortable though you remembered your self-set aim for tonight - to please, to take care of the man who made your well-being his first priority. you took him until choking sounds left your throat, until mixes of drool and spit and cum were running down your cheeks; you didn't care of it. you didn't care enough, even, to touch yourself - he was your first priority, as you'd been his, always. both your hands working on kento to induce further pleasure, jaw growing tired, tense - and then you felt a hand of his on the top of your head, not in overtaking control and movement, but to hold, simply. to feel you closer, to feel you in his hold - to, eventually, hold you down slightly while he spilled inside you, with a strained groan, tired sound spilling past his bitten lips. he held you against his crotch, made you choke on him, grinded his hips into you slightly, never enough to be too much. you watched beneath tear laced eyes as he pulled away, free hand of his pushing back the strands of hair that fell around the frame of his face - beads of sweat were adorning him, pale moonlight making them shiver, and he'd never looked better than in post-orgasmic bliss, eyes half-lidded, adoration lain within them.

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who's excited for a new nanami fic (hopefully) tonight (i keep forgetting this blog exists)

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i wrote one fic and dipped

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AYOO KATHY YOU A GOJO SIMP TOO???@*(@

LMAOO YA BET I AM tho i'm a nanami girlie 🤭🤭🤭

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★༉‧₊˚✧ — 001. ; 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

nanami x fem!reader

rating: mature (18+), mdni!!!

wc: > 1k

cw: unprotected sex, creampie, touch of voyerism and exhibitionism

note: first fic!! give it a reblog if you enjoyed <33 send requests!!

"p-please... fuck."

he knew you'd never reach your high like this. knew the friction of the soft, wettened mattress against your bare pussy would never be close to satisfy you, would never grant mind-fogging pleasure. he knew your legs ached by now, sore muscles spasming to keep you somewhat upright, to help you grind further into the corner of the bed, arms shaking, fingers digging into the bedsheet, knuckles drawing white, body trembling. he knew you needed him, desperately, with every fibre of your fucked-out body — yet making you wait for him, beg for him, making your pussy long for his very body was temptation far too sweet to turn down.

"kento... you know i- fuck... i need more-"

your cries of frustration tugging at nanamis cock, making him strain against the material of his pants uncomfortably — it's been far too long for him as well, left to watch you writhe and squirm in constant state of torturous edge with his own dick untouched and neglected left it's marks, even on him. droplets of sweat were grazing his neck, right where his suit lay messily around him, were his loosened tie hung low against his body. he didn't dare touch himself yet — maybe he was twisted, yet he wanted himself to need you as much as it was the case the other way around. he wanted his body to cry your name, wanted his every inch, his mouth and hands and chest and cock to desire you as much as you desired him. he wanted you to be the first to touch, wanted you to ease him off initially — he stood from his seat, chair creaking softly as he did, and made his way to you. keeping composure, always the collected man before you, though internally he couldn't possibly reach you fast enough, couldn't possibly get down on his knees before you as quick as he seemed fit, to lay a hand on your jaw, palm against your cheek and thumb grazing lips before inhaling you, ravishing, hungry. you mewled against him, surprised he gave into your pleas, not less satisfied, nevertheless. you knew he couldn't resist you, nor really. that he liked to pretend, that he wouldn't admit to being utterly drowned in whatever spells you had put onto him, yet you knew. he needed you as much as you needed him, more so, maybe. though maybe you were too ambitious, thought too highly of him.

you clashed back against him. let your lips melt into his own, didn't let the sound of teeth against teeth distract you, focusing entirely on him against you, entirely around your whole. he consumed you, hands on hips and waist, pulling you up and closer, chest to chest and his hands kept wandering, caressing at the small of your back, groping at the flesh of your ass, right hand hushing over the plush of your thighs before dipping two finger in between them. your back arched into him instinctively, into his touch, seeming hours of bare friction having left you sensitive, restless yet lusting for more, and you'd take any opportunity to chase it, to chase him. you could tell he was as worked up as you were — he was straining against your thigh, hands rough on your skin, his lips feverish; you loved him this way.

"kento... please."

your plea drawn out in a voice most erotic, mewling his name, whimpering prayer — and it was nanamis breaking point. your body beneath his, your back now against the mattress and his body hovering over your own; your legs eager to cage him in, wrapping around his torso; your nails already painting him in scratches of red and he hasn't even done anything — you had the power to break him entirely and without remorse, and he'd bask in it every time anew, ask for it without hesitation.

he didn't mind enough to undress. his button up was open, revealing tensed muscles, toned body. only the jacket of his suit was discarded carelessly onto the floor - you fisted the tie that hung losely around his neck, pulling him closer with one hand, digging your other into his arm, revealed, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. his own hands messily worked on his belt, clammy and shaken - he had lost his composure, though he didn't let it show, not purposefully. yet it seemed ages had passed until his pants were opened, finally, until his cock - angry and red, forgotten and leaking white - freed from it's confines, slid up and down your slit, wet against wet, creating sounds sloppy.

"gonna make y'feel so good baby."

with that he entered you, wanting to keep his eyes on your face, contorted in pleasure, sweating, panting, jaw hanging slack, yet his own muscles contracted into spasms of pleasure, eyes shut as he bottomed out within you, felt your warmth, your wetness, your closure on and all around him - nanami swore he'd cum then and there if not for his nature to put you first, your satisfaction above his own. a couple deep breaths against the crook of your neck, sweaty hands digging into the flesh of your hips, fingers moulding damp skin to his liking until he slid out only to enter you right away, slowly, deeply. a whimper from you and a groan from him - the way you clenched around him sent nanami into orbit, barely able to focus on the task at hand, wishing simply to be buried within the depths you provided for as long as you'd allow it. yet he moved, out and in and out again, setting a rhythm slow, torturous, reaching deep, nestling into you. your arms around his neck, holding him close - any closer and you'd melt into him, limbs entangled in limbs and bodies ending and beginning within each other, morphing, becoming one. it drove you insane - it was sheer impossible but you needed him nearer, deeper, more. you needed him always and forever, needed him without a break; your body reacted at the thought alone, arching into his chest, his shirt tickling your nude skin, his belt clinking into the mix of hushed curses and confessions, moans and sighs and whispers of pleasure.

"g'nna cum- feel s'good-- fuck."

nanamis thumb found the swollen of your clit - he had known you were close before you'd said it, the telltale signs more familiar to him than any other. his hips increased in speed by a fraction, thumb circling your sensitivity, mouth latched onto the dip in your neck, the spot he could tell in his sleep. your pussy fluttered around him frantically, your nails painting his back in red marks and you cried out, finally, thighs that had him caged in growing weaker, trembling around his torso, and the sight alone made nanami follow suit. painting you white with a moaned curse, whispering sweet nothings and your name like a mantra with every shot of cum he spilled into you until you felt it drip past your folds and down your body, until nanami collapsed atop of you, yet nestled deep within you, staying in your warmth, in your closure.