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cuntdevil · 6 months ago

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★ ONE KISS AWAY FROM LOSING YOU!

THIS JUST IN . . . nanami kento has been caught booking a hotel room with a mystery person. we couldn't capture a clear photo of the person, but it's definitely someone not in the royal family's caliber. who could it be?

( fic demographics. ) jujutsu kaisen, nanami kento, angst & sexually explicit | minors, ageless & blank blogs: do not interact & 2100 words.

╰┈➤ prince!nanami kento, afab!reader (she/they), nickname: love/my love, secret relationship, pleasure dom!nanami, cunnilingus, fingering, multiple orgasms, praise, not proofread.

( author's note. ) while writing this, i thought of the song, like i'm gonna lose you by meghan trainor featuring john legend. and honestly, that's the entire vibe for this fic.

A SECRET ROMANCE BREWING? NANAMI KENTO CAUGHT WITH A MYSTERY BEAUTY!

By Gojo Satoru | Sunday, May 5, 2024 | 01:30 PM EST

While the past few months have been a bit lackluster when it comes to the Nanami’s, this week I’m happy to report something very enticing to our readers’ eyes. Just two days ago, the young prince, Nanami Kento, was seen entering the extravagant hotel, the Renaissance, with a hand clutching onto his forearm. Not dressed in his usual pristine attire, I nearly missed him, but I’d recognized those bulking arms and stark blonde hairs from anywhere. (It was also his signature round glasses that gave him away.)

The mystery beauty by his side, however, was able to keep a much more discrete profile. With a hoodie on, they kept their heads down as they entered the beautiful hotel. With some dignity and honor, I had left the two alone to enjoy their time together (and because the prince is quick on his toes), but it’s no doubt what they’re going to do. Nanami Kento is regularly discussed as a man that goes by the books. Rarely shed in any negative light— minus the rumors that he’s a stuck up snob and thinks highly of himself— people have been speculating when this clean streak of his would come to an end. I’m just happy I’m the one to document it.

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MAY 3, 2024

Nanami Kento has never been in love before. Has never allowed himself to. He knew that this life he was born into wouldn’t allow for it. Keeping his heart chained and locked, he couldn’t quite understand just how you managed to find the key. And his mind couldn’t wrap around the idea of just how easily he had given in to you.

Is it because of your glistening smile that your eyes and lips that you did when he first met you? A simple waitress that was doing their job in the fancy restaurant that his parents had reserved a table for. His parents had requested for the best and in return, had gotten you. The dark bags under your eyes was enough evidence of your exhaustion, yet you kept such a relaxed yet kind tone even when his parents were snipping at you. They could never be satisfied.

Is it your voice and how you carried such a melodic laugh? He had made a comment about one of the choices on the menu, making a snide remark about oysters and just how he couldn’t escape them. It was under his breath. Truthfully, he didn’t expect you to hear it, but you did and you had let out the cutest laugh with a subtle snort at the end that led his parents to grimace. However, the two corners of his lips had curved upwards and he started showing more interest.

Is it because even in dim lighting, you still managed to shine? That while he broke his internal promise with himself as he got to know you, no matter where the two of you went, you managed to be the center of attention is his mind? From renting out places for the day to spend time with you to booking hotel rooms to enjoy the night in each other’s arms, he’s come to memorize every course of your body. He’s memorized every curve and every angle that he needs to put you in for the light to hit just right to continue to make you flourish.

Even in moments like this, where he’s checked the both of you in and has led you upstairs. Making a few wrong turns before arriving at the room and hastily opening the door, where he gently pushes you on the bed and captures you with the length of his body. He switches on the bed lamp because he wants to see you. He wants to look into your eyes as he breaks his promise over and over again, falling deeper for someone that he knows that in the end, he’ll have to let go.

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No matter how habitual it is, you find yourself giggling into the gentle and feathery kisses Nanami places on your lips. And no matter how habitual your giggling is, Nanami can’t help but peer down at you every time you do so. The way your nose would scrunch together as your small laughs make his heart race. From small pecks to elicit more sounds to swallowing them up and dragging a moan out of you instead. One hand that caresses your face while the next holds onto your waist, traveling down to unbutton your pants. Loosening its grasp, Nanami dips his hands between the hem of your pants and underwear, feeling your bare skin against the palm of his hands. Your stomach tenses with anticipation as you continue to kiss him back.

Your hands tangle into his blonde locks, squirming underneath Nanami as he nears your core. Yet, he stops right as he’s a mere centimeter away, dragging his hand out and gripping onto the fabric of your bottoms. You whine despite his tugging against your clothes, wanting the touch of his fingers against your cunt— to feel his thick digits stretch your tight walls. Just the thought alone has your arousal seeping through the crotch of your underwear as your hips forcibly rise above the sheets as Nanami pulls off the tight-fitted pants.

“God,” he huffs. “As much as I love these on you, I hate the trouble I’m going through to remove them.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re not as strong as you look, big boy,” you jest, gently jabbing at his chest; his still clothed chest that vibrates as he chuckles. And while he might say your smile is glistening, his is your entire world. Such a stoic man portrayed by the media, you consider every chance you get to make him smile a blessing. Just as hard as Nanami’s falling hard for you, you’re trapped in the clutches of how strong your love for him is as well. You yearn for him just as much as he does— if not more.

It’s not because of his socioeconomic status within society. It’s because of his brown eyes that are like a hot cup of coffee. Piping hot as just one sip will rejuvenate every bone in your body, giving you the energy to keep going. When you stare into them, it’s as if your lifespan has extended exponentially. He’s given you life. That itself is all the power that you need.

So attentive and genuine with each and every action he makes. You don’t care about the price tag listed upon every gift he’s given you, but the practicality and meaning each of them have. He’s listened to you, followed all of your “pointless” ramblings about the things you like and dislike. He’s shown interest in all of your hobbies and quirks, and in return you do the same. And whether or not you both end up liking it, you both enjoy the quality time spent together. Because who knows how long this will last.

“You’re right,” Nanami chuckles in agreement. “I’m always weak when it comes to you.”

You shutter before whispering, “I hate how you can make something so corny sound so seductive.”

With yet another chuckle, he leans down; his lips ghost yours. “I try.”

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You’ve come to realize that Nanami is a relentless man. Two strong hands that have your legs pinned up and pressed to your chest. A painful and compromising position, your muscles ache as your pussy is exposed all for Nanami to inspect. Brown eyes that seem captivated and mesmerized by how your juices have clung to your folds, making your cunt shine like porcelain. You crane your head to look down at him, gnawing on your bottom lip as you watch his thumb press down on your clit.

Your heart beat rises, pattering heavily against your chest as you watch the man dip lower to taste your pussy. A chaste kiss planted before his tongue teases and prods at your hole. A hum that reverberates against his chest as he instantaneously decides— delectable. His lips that pucker around your clit, sucking on your dark nub as your mouth falls open and your head falls back. Your toes curl as you feel Nanami knead at the skin of your thighs while simultaneously eating away at you. His eyes have fluttered shut to further savor your taste.

His tongue explores your caverns and you pulsate around the feeling, closing your eyes shut to engrave this moment in your soul. You mewl and whine, calling out his name in such prosody. Your hands travel to tangle themselves in his blonde hair, tugging at them as your pleasure grows stronger. Nanami grunts at the pain you cause.

Eyes opening, you peer down at Nanami, watching how his muscles flex and contract as he holds you down. How he has his face buried between your legs as he laps up your pussy with an insatiable need. He barely comes to a stop before one of his hands leaves the comfortable position of holding you up to slot in between your lips. Two thick digits that glide in between your folds, collecting your juices before prodding right at your entrance. You clench needily as you wait in anticipation for the stretch they’re going to give you. Mewling out his name “Kento” in such a way before your grip on his hair tightens. You don’t have to say anything else. The tone in your voice is all that he needs to decipher what you want— you want more. And Nanami Kento is always too willing to give you whatever you want. He’d give you the world.

Two knuckles deep into your pussy, the juices of your cunt seeping into the fabric that Nanami feels bad for the maid that’ll be left to clean up their sex-induced mess. You squirm in his hold, back slightly arching despite the hold he has on you with one arm. His fingers thrust in and out of your sex, unrelenting as he’s determined to bring you to yet another orgasm. Such a messy process unbefitting for a prince, but the lust tinting his eyes lets you know there’s no going back from this.

“Kento,” you cry out, feeling his fingers curl inside you. Your swollen clit is still in the mouth of a dragon as he claws at the insides of your walls. “‘S too much! Please— please!”

Your words say one thing while your body says another. Your hands push him closer to your mound despite your squirming, an internal battle that you’re having with yourself. And sometimes he’s convinced himself that only he knows just what you need. He breaks away for a moment, lust-blown eyes with your slick coating the bottom half of his face. Nanami says, “it’s okay. I know you can take it. I know you take whatever I give you.”

His voice dips, becoming deeper than it already is. It has your stomach coiling as you feel that familiar heat as your nails dig into his scalp. Against your pussy, he breathes, “Fuck.”

“‘M g’nna— I’m—”

Nanami coos, silencing you as your lips tremble. “Shhh… It’s okay, love. I got you.”

Your mouth goes dry, only able to croak out a few undecipherable noises before you’re cumming against his tongue. Nanami laps up your taste, cleaning you up with the pink muscle inside his mouth. When you come down from your high, your voice trembles as you mutter, “Kento, I love you.”

His heart pounds against his chest. While not the first time you’ve said this, it still elicits this reaction. He stammers, not because he doesn’t mean it, but because he does, too. He’s just got too much. “As do I, my love.”

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“Y’feel so good,” Nanami breathes in the crevice of your neck, hips thrusting back and forth as your moans and whines fuel the room. “You always feel so good.”

His once perfectly kempt is now messy, hanging over as he rises from the crook of your neck. A hand comes up to caress your face as his brown eyes meet yours, staring at each other with such heavy longing. “Gosh, you’re so beautiful.” Your eyes crinkle, welling up with tears that threaten to spill. You can’t quite identify the reason for them. Are they for this overwhelming amount of love or is it for the fear of the future? “So are you, my prince.”

・SIDE NOTE: nanami as a prince ? hicks & sniffles in one breath, goes feral and bat shit crazy in the next. im not well.

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coachs-locker-room · 10 months ago

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Would love to be a hot wrestler in a wrestling singlet. Is this possible?

It's been a while since I last had an order of singlets, but I'm sure that I can find an old one of mine that you can borrow. A nimble fella like yourself should look into bulking up a bit - especially if you want to be in action on the team!

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Almost forgetting about the odd exchange at the gym until you were about to go to bed, you pulled the singlet out of your gym bag. You had a strange memory of being asked for something in return, but your mind went blank whenever you thought of what it was… nevertheless, feeling the fabric in your hands, you thought it would only be right to give the singlet a try on your next visit to the gym.

When the day came, your heart wanted to start racing as the tight fabric stretched across your legs and torso, but it never came. With a feeling of disappointment, both in yourself and the singlet itself, you realised that you didn't feel or look like the hot wrestlers you lusted after. Determined, and somewhat inspired by all of the 'New Year New You' content that had been everywhere this month, you took out your phone and snapped a pic for yourself. Clear that if you dared to share the image on social media, the ridicule from your friendship group would make you leave you even more crushed.

With a deep sigh, you pulled on a big hoodie and shorts, dumped two extra scoops of protein powder into your cup, and connected your headphones to the gym speaker system before leaving the locker room.

Within the first fifteen minutes, you started to feel the strangest effects surge through you. You could only compare it to being over-caffeinated, but you felt pure energy and confidence surging through you like electricity re-charging a battery. Smashing your last set, you pulled off your hoodie as you walked over to the water fountain for a break, and caught your reflection in the mirror. You don't have to worry about your friends any more - if anyone is doing the crushing, it's you.

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cuntftmtf · 14 days ago

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I think the idea of your tits being big and jiggly and distractions and the idea of getting too dumb to continue school go so wonderfully together.

Just picture it. Sitting in the back of the lecture hall, wearing a big hoodie to cover up the fact that your tits have swollen to the point of outgrowing pretty much everything else in your wardrobe. Going braless has always been a distraction, but at this size? Every time you move your arm, you can feel it squishing against the side of your breast, distracting you, reminding that your "manhood", what little of it there ever was, has been replaced with this. You try your best to concentrate, you really do. But your nipples get stiff and drag along the fabric on the inside of your shirt and suddenly your girly pussy is needy and wet. You look left and right, hoping that no one is paying attention to you, and slip your hand back, teasing your nipple through your clothes. The fabric muffled the sensations but the fact that you're doing it in the middle of class makes it all the more exciting. It doesn't take long for the professor's words to slip into the background as you roll your hips, trying your best not to moan. But you know that, if you did, it would be needy and feminine, betraying your gender transition even further. The same story that plays out in class gets an encore when you try to do homework. And exams are more brutal than ever. You've conditioned yourself to play with your tits, to make them jiggle, every time you need to concentrate. The shame and humiliation when the time ends and you hand in a nearly blank exam, having spent the bulk of the allotted time playing with yourself. When the academic punishment comes, your coursework and education neglected to the point of expulsion, you feel a strange sense of relief.

You don't have to pretend to care about learning anymore. Now you can play with your tits whenever you want.

this is so hot omg, wouldnt it be soo cute if i failed uni because my tits were just too distracting? i know i shouldnt tempt fate any more than i already am but maybe every time i try to focus on being smart i should just jiggle my tits instead...

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hypnogold · 23 days ago

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The movie theater was packed, the hum of excited chatter filling the room as the lights dimmed. In the back row, away from the crowd, Luke sat by himself, hoodie pulled up over his head, eyes fixed on the screen. His bulky gray hoodie gave him a relaxed, casual look as he slouched in his seat, content to be alone. The fabric was soft, worn from use, and his sleeves peeked out from the cuffs of his jacket.

As the movie played, a figure slipped into the seat beside him—clad in a shiny, metallic golden AC Milan soccer jersey, the emblem shining under the dim lights of the theater. The golden jersey stood out, a stark contrast to Luke’s casual hoodie. Its sleek, reflective surface glinted as the stranger leaned closer, the fabric smooth and tight, hugging his athletic frame.

Without warning, the man gripped Luke’s shoulders and gently but firmly pulled a golden jersey from his own jacket, draping it over Luke’s hoodie. The golden kit gleamed as it settled onto him, the fabric hugging his chest snugly. The bulk of the hoodie underneath contrasted sharply with the sleekness of the jersey, giving him an odd, layered look. The hoodie hood remained up, poking out behind his head, and the sleeves of the hoodie bunched up beneath the short sleeves of the shiny AC Milan kit.

Luke blinked in confusion, his eyes darting to the figure next to him, but something was happening. His thoughts began to blur as the golden jersey clung tighter to him. He could feel its smooth material pressing into him, its power seeping in. His vision flickered, the lights from the screen playing across his face, and then... spirals. His eyes widened as hypnotic spirals formed in his vision, taking over his mind.

The once casual slouch in his seat straightened out as his body responded to the commands of the jersey. His mouth, which had been tense, began to relax, a lazy grin spreading across his face as his thoughts faded. The hoodie beneath the golden jersey felt irrelevant now—he belonged to the gold.

The figure beside him, still clad in his own golden kit, smiled knowingly. His hand remained on Luke’s shoulder, a touch of control and reassurance. “Just let go,” he whispered. “You’re part of the team now.”

Luke’s spiraling eyes reflected the flickering lights of the movie, but he was no longer watching. His mind was blank, his body relaxed, fully transformed. The sleek, shiny golden jersey shimmered against the soft fabric of his hoodie, a symbol of his new allegiance.

Around them, the theater remained oblivious, engrossed in the film. No one noticed the transformation happening right there, in the back row. By the time the credits rolled, Luke stood up, his lazy grin still plastered on his face, the golden jersey shining in the dim light. He wasn’t just Luke anymore—he was part of the golden team, ready to obey.

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Senses and Other Oddly Specific Head Canons

What does your muse smell like? A scent of cologne that I have not picked out yet for Jaden; but it’d be something woodsy, sharp, spicy, and not overpowering. Jaden wears it enough that it’s pretty much saturated into all his main articles of clothing - like his favorite jacket, shirts - and there’s just a whisp of it in the driver seat of the Bronco. Little else carries the musk though as he’s diligent about keeping every other surface clean to avoid them being obnoxiously stinky with his chosen musk.

What does your muse’s hands feel like? Rough, calloused. Jaden’s done a lot with them, both mundane and nefarious. There’s a few nicks here and there from fights as well as every day life. Nothing dramatic or crippling, just “shit happens” kind of scars. He applies lotion whenever the backs of his hands are dry though, keeping them soft.

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Does your muse have a good singing voice? It’s passable. Jaden was a band geek during his middle and high school years, so he developed an ear for good tone. However, band is not choir, so he never learned how to control his vocal chords to make those good tones beyond whatever singing he did on is own, in the privacy of his own life. He knows what a good vocal tone sounds like though, and can get pretty damn close to it when he actually applies himself.

Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous tics? Pacing is by far his worst habit. Short of that, Jaden tends to clench his jaw and curse more freely when he’s agitated.

What does your muse usually look like/wear? There is the infamous jacket, of course - a black leather jacket with a cotton lined hoodie on the inside. Following that, any number of blank, fitted dark toned t-shirts, jeans, and boots in a variety of styles.

Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so? Extremely affectionate, but only with very select individuals. Jaden has a lot of walls up around himself and especially his heart, so he can come off as very cold and stand offish towards anyone who hasn’t gotten past his barriers. Once you’re in though, he likes to initiate touch - be it light or very heavy - whenever he can. Romantic partners will drown in kisses and be doted on very much.

What position does your muse sleep in? It’s a back and forth between sleeping on his side and sleeping flat on his back. Side sleeping allows for a smaller area of space while back sleeping lets his weight distribute evenly across the surface, helping him relax more.

Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? Absolutely. He’s big and tall, there’s a lot of thump behind his casual steps. But when he wants to be quiet, Jaden’s deadly quiet. Quieter than someone his size has any right to be kind of quiet.

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